#anaismurad

[designedonchaos]

smash or pass anais

"She's one of the most stunning women I've ever seen. I would be an absolutely idiot not to say smash." @anaismurad

Smash or Pass - ASA // VAL // MARS // OZ // ASH

[rippedstitch-s]

📚 for me to grab the book nearest to me, flip to a random page, and use the first line of dialogue I see as a starter pg. 139 - "Junior High" graphic novel - Tegan Quin & Sara Quin

"I mean, I just get excited to hang out."

He's just trying to explain what's got him in such a cheery mood - especially since the other times he's bumped into Anaïs, he's been less than thrilled. Usually looking exhausted, or out of it... or that one time, covered in Lee's blood.

Maybe not his best moment.

"So any time someone's coming over... yeah, the whole day just feels a bit brighter." He explains, holding his coffee as he looks at the woman from where he's seated on a bench outside.

[designedonchaos]

Mars laughs at that. Wine has warmed him up, moved his mind away from the many things he could be letting fester and drag him down. He's grateful for Anaïs. Grateful for a bit of a reprieve.

"I get to sit and be fanned on too? I thought I was going to be one of them. Waiting on you hand and foot for a bit. Think you deserve it, honestly." Mars sees the bottle of wine's already lowering. Knows they'll have to get back into the swing of the party soon enough. He's sure there's something going on he'll have to attend. There always is.

"We need to hit a wine bar sometime, I think. Or maybe a tasting."

"Oh, I apologize," the way Anaïs's hands motion like feathers, you'd think it’s rooted in any type of reality. "This clearly takes place in a remote yet fantastical island where it's both relaxing yet hot all the time."

Anaïs nods and nods again, off their mythical scenarios. Remote islands, never-ending sun, a row of men waiting to be of use. "If you do well enough," she quips, "I might even share them."

[avamhollis]

context: halloween at the palazzo with: @anaismurad

"Where's the other two?" she asks, but genuinely, honestly, desperately Ava simply doesn't care about the answer.

The only of the three that matters stands before her, in all her tennis mini skirt glory. Zendaya, eat your heart out. "I didn't know you were some kind of throuple... That's way more progressive than I thought you'd be."

[alandietrich]

     context: “Someone give me a river to forge, a serpent to slay.”      with: @anaismurad​

     He’s staring at her like she’s gone utterly insane. Dave has been gone for over half an hour and they’re treading dangerously close to friendly territory, which he’s sure will get him a stern reprimand later. “Was there something in your drink?” They’re not close and he knows that’s borderline inappropriate, but he hasn’t heard anyone else talk like that without being under the influence. 

     “A serpent to slay?” He continues. “What would you slay it with?” Beat. “Your heel?”

[heath-morgan]

A LOOK INTO HEATH’S INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT

mentions: @anaismurad

[pierre-laroche]

PIERRE LAROCHE'S NEW YEARS EVE OUTFIT

The Syndicate leader arrives to the party in the company of @anaismurad in tones lighter than his usual color scheme. In a sea of dark suits and gilded outfits, the pair stands out, radiating with symbolism.

[worldburnrp]

ROLE: SYNDICATE LEADER

Name: Petros Murad

Age range: 69+

Affiliation: The Syndicate, Civilian

Faceclaim suggestions: Eric Bogosian (as seen in Billions, Sucession, Interview with a Vampire)

A business magnate and political veteran respected by those who know him, and feared by those who know him well. With dark connections, a man who knew how to expand his empire in all the right ways.

Part of the Murad family of New York City — as old as old money gets. Today, the Murads that the United State knows and remembers, is made of politicians (you might remember Governors, congressmen, or Cabinet members bearing the name), entrepreneurs, businessmen lawyers, investors. And Petros.

Of course, a man like this pulls heavy strings in the criminal underworld, too. For years, a silent partner to many unlawful investments — including The Syndicate.

Once his friend is pulled from the post of leader and exiled, he asks Petros a simple favor: that of stepping into the position indefinitely. Be it just a favor, greed, or boredom of old age, Petros says yes — and takes over one of the most notorious crime networks of the modern age.

To him, the Syndicate is just another business out of the dozens he’s come to manage. A hands-off approach not only for this reason, but also to ensure his public persona remains intact, the same as it’s always been — a filthy rich man who invests in property, art, the people; a distinguished gentleman who drinks expensive wine and goes to the countryside on weekends; an oldman who is a boastful father and proud widower.

But most of all, someone who’s never known what it’s like to not be on top.

Status: OPEN. * This skeleton is also a wanted connection. Please message @anaismurad for plotting.

[wbpromoblog]

WANTED CONNECTIONS: @ ANAISMURAD’S FATHER & BROTHERS. 

“Some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.”

THIS IS A WORLDBURNRP WANTED CONNECTION.

PLEASE CONTACT @ ANAISMURAD IF YOU WISH TO TAKE THIS WC!

[adamstarke]

Adam Starke Connelly | AU Week

Name: Adam Michael Connelly

Age / D.O.B.: 39 years old (February 28, 1984)

Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: Cis male, he/him/his, closeted gay

Hometown: McLean, VA

Affiliation: Government

Job position: U.S. Senator from Virginia (R)

Education: J.D., Harvard University

Relationship status: Married to @anaismurad

Children: Three sons

The change: Adam followed the path his family set out for him

From birth, Adam was raised to be the next step in a fledgling political dynasty, and in this reality, he followed that path. Through a mixture of nepotism, wealth and some legitimate campaigning, he served in the Virginia Legislature and then a few terms in the U.S. House before being elected as a Senator in 2019.

Comfortably in the middle of his first term, Adam has what seems like the picture-perfect white upper-class American life - he has a thriving career, and cemented himself in that upper crust when he married Anais Murad, with whom he has a beautiful family. Three sons, all destined in their grandparents' vision to carry on the Connelly name into American politics and business for another generation.

His biggest secret is the fact that he's miserable, in spite of it all. He has faced it by hardening himself to the world, learning how to play pretend and smile for the cameras but distant behind closed doors. He does love his family, but deep down, it's not the life he wants. Knowing that to come out as a gay Republican senator could jeopardize his reputation in the conservative circles he runs in, he's closeted to all but a close few people in his life.

Bringing his family on vacation to New York while getting a much needed break, he's aware that the act can never stop if anyone can see and so he plays the part of the polished politician.

[axelxreyes]

where: anais' apartment/home

who: @anaismurad

Another day, another job. But he figured that this one was going to be easier than most. Keep an eye on Anais and ensure no harm came to her. It wasn't the first time he'd been her henchmen and surely, it wouldn't be his last.

Unless he fucked up.

"So, what's the plan today?" Axel asked as he leaned against the wall near the front door, his arms folded across his chest. "If it's a mall trip, I will remind you that bag holding is not a requirement of my job so you'll have to do that all on your own." He offered her a smile, showing that he could kid around even if he took his job seriously.

[designedonchaos]

01 for anais

o1﹕ a  text  sent  late  at  night .

MARS: Have I ever had you over? MARS: Feel like you always praise my work & haven’t even seen the place I designed to live in, yeah? MARS: could be nice. A little tour? With wine, obviously.

TEXT MEMES - asa // val // mars // oz // ash

@anaismurad

[audrasmythe]

WHO: @anaismurad WHERE: Top of the Standard WHEN: Later in the night.

The windows in this place are just big enough that Audra can't not think about what would happen if one shattered. She's made her way to stand before it, looking out to the New York skyline. God, but it's beautiful. Even more so for how untouchable it is. New York is not an attractive city but from up here it's quite alright. She wouldn't mind falling into the city from up here.

She's dimly aware of a presence beside her, and though she doesn't take her eyes off the skyline at first, when she does, the view is a similar type of attractive. A pretty that could, can, would probably kill you. "I'm sure artwork of this city is ridiculously overdone, but it's quite lovely on New Years." Turning back to it, to look once more, traces the skyline in her head. Her hand twitches to follow the movement. "It's lovely to see you here. Always enjoy a bit of artwork." She blinks, then looks to Anaïs once more, cheeks slightly pink. "To talk about artwork, that is."

[rileytakeda]

Riley gives a half a moment's thought to the idea of a bust, but shook her head with a wry grin. "I don't think I can even get a bust on a government paycheck. I can already see the headlines about me being a frivolous spender." Probably there would be no such thing because Riley isn't the type of person that people wrote articles about, but maybe one day.

She looks up at the statue that looms over them, and she's not sure if 'charming' is the word she would use. Maybe intimidating, but she doubts that very many things intimidates someone like Anaïs. "Seems a little... much for an entrance? Or maybe that's the vibe you're going for. Making it clear from the jump who's in charge?"

rileytakeda​:

Their eyebrows raise in slight surprise, not expecting such an enthusiastic response and suddenly Riley felt a little out of their depth, especially considering they recognized the woman in front of them. Anaïs Murad, someone known to pretty much every member of the city and then some. Of course to someone like her, a sculpture would be like pocket change.

“Well, I don’t think they’d fit in my apartment, but if you have the space, then why not?” she jokes. It’d probably actually scare the hell out of her to have a life-sized sculpture looming in the corner while she was half-asleep but her experiences were a bit different. “Do you have a favorite or are you just casting a wide net?”

—

“How about a bust?,” Anaïs asks, all too enthusiastic.

(Everyone has room for a bust — right?)

“I was thinking... hallway. Lobby? Maybe that’s what it’s called. When you walk in, there’s the stairs, but you just see... nothing.” Maybe she should ask Mars about that. “I thought a sculpture could be the perfect welcome.” Beat, as she finds a sculpture, fingers trailing along its marble base. “They’re charming, but I don’t know. What do you think?” 

[avamhollis]

context: ❛ pin . push my muse against a table . with: @anaismurad

It's unasuming in the only way they can be. I'm not your boss. Anaïs keeps telling her that, a response to every cheek remark Ava makes. I'm not your boss. It's not like Ava has ever been too concerned with keeping things professional but it's a nice reassuring sentiment.

It's especially good to know that's how Anaïs feels when they're standing in a rather small room, a lame excuse for a speakeasy with a crowd large enough to fill it three times over. Surely they have important people to kiss up to and other patrons to talk to, but Ava's hand still rests at the woman's hip to push her against the table behind her.

"Tight fit," she explains why their bodies are so close and why she's decidedly not moving away. Especially now, that the other woman looks like that, in a dress Ava herself has helped to zip up -- yes, the fabric felt soft under her touch, but that's not what she's staring at. "You don't mind, do you?"

[sxlveira]

✧･ﾟ— CLOSED STARTER @anaismurad

— THE ARÉNE ; LATE EVENING

Truthfully, Edgar had come to The Aréne in the hopes of seeing his brother. Unlike himself, Rico loved to pick a fight (and particularly for no reason) just to feel a rush and push people to their limits. Edgar was more about a battle of wits and both boys had always been the same since childhood, which seemed to be where their paths in life diverged.

Despite being opposed to physical violence (unless, in rare occasions, it was truly warranted), Edgar had made the decision to get between a man who was fighting far too dirty with a younger, skinnier fellow who didn’t seem to stand a chance. After getting caught in the crossfire, Edgar ended up with a bruised, bloody nose, but ultimately put an stop to the fight.

Fifteen minutes later, though, he was defeatedly sat at the bar with a large much-needed glass of bourbon, laughing to himself as he thought how much amusement this would have brought Rico: his goody two shoes little brother finally playing by something other than his usual rules and not kicking up a fuss by his ruined shirt. He was still getting looks from other patrons and was holding several bunched up bloody napkins under his nose when he spotted Anaïs.

“Excuse me, Doctor,” he said, trying his best to joke. “I seem to be a little under the weather.”