isabellewinthrop

[isabellewinthrop]

scarlctters‌:

Location: A few steps away from Cup O'Joe. Time: Late morning, around 10. Tagged: @devinstonestarters​

It was a regular day on her way to the late morning shift at the café. She had been looking for an apartment, eager to leave her parents’ house once again — not because she didn’t appreciate them, but because it was weird to be there again after spending so much time on her own; like a step backwards. Or three. Scarlett was sure she had just found the apartment she loved, but wasn’t certain she could afford it without a roommate. Or a troop of roommates, to be completely honest. That line of thought gave way to a strange realization just as she turned around an ordinary corner, unaware that there was someone else just behind her as she abruptly came to a halt. “Oh my god, did I peak in high school?”

Sundays were reserved for family time. Isabelle did not have to go to work and Moira did not have school which meant that they get to snuggle all morning and wake up late. The mother-daughter duo made their way to the coffee shop to get some brunch. As per usual, Moira was obsessed with the blueberry scones at Cup O’ Joe –– she would eat them every day if Isabelle had let her. Moira was skipping happily with her hand holding Isabelle’s tightly when the little girl came to an abrupt stop when the person in front of them halted. “Ow!” the little girl exclaimed, rubbing her nose as she bumped into the woman’s backside. “Oh, sorry,” Isabelle quickly said to the person but her attention was immediately to her daughter but the girl made sure that she was okay. “Did I just hear you have a sudden midlife crisis?” Isabelle straightened herself and asked, a hint of a smile on her lips because she knew what that felt like to experience at such an early age just when she was fresh out of college.

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williamxharper‌:

Location: Anywhere Time: Daytime Tagged: @devinstonestarters

“Still think about that every day. Some guys are just impossible at the moment of birth but this one took the cake.” William shook his head, always willing to share the craziest stories he’s had in his profession. “So the wife was giving birth, and they had this professional photographer, and since he was a football player they wanted to set this one in scene where he was catching the baby, as if I would toss the ball for him to catch behind me. They sent two photos to our office the next week. One of that particular one, and the next one where she shot the perfect moment of him fainting next. It was amazing, we even had them on our facebook – with their approval, of course.” 

Swapping stories about work was one of Isabelle’s go-to topics; she loved learning about other fields of work outside of fashion and business. Somehow the conversation has led to funny stories instead of more serious deep-rooted-question ones, but honestly Isabelle did not mind at all. “Oh God,” Isabelle already knew where the conversation would lead –– something must have went wrong somewhere. She laughed when he told her there was a photo of the professional footballer fainting, but the thing that made her curious was how he managed to accomplish the first initial photo. “So how did you pose for that photo? The one where you’re throwing the baby like a football,” she said. “You didn’t really throw the baby, right?”

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all posts under this cut is done before the roleplay came back from the hiatus, so any pending interactions will be dropped. i will be re-posting my starter so if you’re still interested in an interaction with isabelle, please reblog on the new starter! thank you.

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madiestrada‌:

“Would you rather have fingers as long as arms or arms as long as fingers?” Madeline questioned, breaking the silence between the bar patrons as she turned to the person beside her, a nearly empty drink in her hand. She’d heard the dilemma earlier in the day and maybe she was a little drunk, but she couldn’t get it out of her head; unable to settle on one answer and it was frustrating her more than it should’ve, quite honestly. “Which one’s better? And why?” / @devinstonestarters​

“Oh, I don’t want to answer that,” Isabelle shook her head and chuckled as her drink arrived in front of her. “Arms as long as fingers, that just sounds impossible to move anything. Kind of like Nemo’s fin,” she laughed. “But if I have fingers as long as my arms, I might be able to get like...a surgery to make it shorter or something,” Isabelle knew it sounded even more odd when she said it, considering it is not possible, but none of the things they were talking about sounds possible.

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Astrid Teo (Crazy Rich Asians)

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draveline‌:

@devinstonestarters​

“Welcome to the sanctuary, I’ll be with you in just a moment!” Aveline called as she heard the jingling of the bells above the door. It was her favourite sound, lately. People rarely came into the sanctuary with bad news. An injured animal, sometimes, or a sick one, but even that was exciting for her. A challenge. A chance to heal something, to fix something, to make a difference. Opening this shelter was the best thing she’d ever done, and she was proud. She washed her hands and dried them as she walked out into the front room.

“What brings you by today? Looking to volunteer, to adopt, do you have any questions, do you want me to leave you alone so you can explore?” she smiled.

Isabelle walked into the vet with five-year-old Moira walking hand-in-hand right next to her while her other hand carried a pet carrier with a guinea pig inside. For the past two days since they got him, it had been refusing to eat, and when it did it would be very little. Isabelle knew something was wrong; maybe the it was homesick or something, but Moira has been especially frantic and forced Isabelle to go to the vet in case something is wrong with the pup. “Hi,” Isabelle smiled. “Actually, I need your help,” she said, gently putting the carrier on the table and then hoisting her daughter up. “This is Biscuit, and we just got him two days ago from our neighbor, and right now he is refusing to eat or do anything much,” Isabelle said. “Moira here is worried if he’s broken, and I was wondering if you could just check on him see if he’s maybe just homesick,” the woman’s voice hopeful.

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i n t r o d u c t i o n –––– isabelle winthrop

isabelle winthrop is thirty-four years old and she is the owner of the label a fashion e-commerce startup and also a single mother to a five years old girl. she is known to be elegant, independent, and diligent but she can also be distant, withdrawn, and career-driven. isabelle somehow always has fabric samples with her most of the time, she loves details such as gold hardwares on nude leather handbags, and she is known to wear high heels for every occasion.

isabelle’s full bio is here. you can also find her plots (wanted connections) here. but if you’re on mobile, here are a few things about her!

isabelle was born in beijing, china but was adopted by a couple in manhattan, new york when she was three months old.

her mother is a world renowned neurosurgeon and her father is a celebrity chef. she has no idea who her real parents are.

isabelle has a five-year-old daughter named moira adaline winthrop, the father was her ex-boyfriend / fiance but they broke up the minute they found out isabelle was pregnant.

isabelle owns a fashion e-commerce business called the label (inspired by the movie the intern) based in boston, but she is now opening the office branch in devinstone for mom and babies fashion. she goes to boston two-three out of five days and the rest she spends with her daughter and the new the label project in devinstone.

some wanted connections:

ex-boyfriend / fiance –– he is the baby daddy lol.

co-workers / employees –– some fashion designers, it people, accountants, contractors, etc. would be lovely!

best friend –– best friend and co-founder of the label; she mostly spends most of her time in boston because unlike isabelle, she doesn’t have a child and is not a single mother, so if you find a way to make it work for her to stay in devinstone, that would be great!

neighbors and mom friends –– i would love for isabelle to have this gang of like cool young mom friends haha.

a fling / one night stand –– ok but mama has needs too, yknow.

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–––– tag dump

threads: ( –––– chat: last name; first name. )

paragraph: ( –––– last name; first name: title. )

featuring your character: ( –––– featured: last name; first name. )

connection tag: ( –––– otp / brotp tag; isabelle winthrop + first name last name. )

specific journal entry: ( –––– journal: title. )

specific self paragraph: ( –––– self paragraph: title. )

isabelle winthrop (photos, etc.): ( –––– the stars entangled in her hair; isabelle clarisse winthrop. )

headcanon: ( –––– the moonbeams envy how she shines in the dark; headcanon. )

musings: ( –––– she resembled the diamond rays of the stars; musings. )

aesthetics: ( –––– the moonbeams created the laughter in her life; aesthetics. )

journal: ( –––– stardusts exist between her margins; journal. )

self paragraph: ( –––– stars continue to freckle the night sky in her eyes; self paragraph. )