#celeste . thread

[fatefulfortune]

"I think so, yeah, I've done some interviews before," he explained though he wasn't elaborating with any information that would give his secret away. When he'd won news outlets from all over Texas had reached out to him and wanted some comment. For weeks his story had been the filler content on the news. Something lighthearted to cut through their usual topics. He was sure those interviews existed somewhere on the internet for all of eternity just like everything else. Elliot had never sought out watching them. He wasn't a big fan of seeing himself on camera. "I can't promise that," Elliot said with a chuckle. After all, the whole reason he'd ran away to Aurora Bay was because too many people back home learned about his money and they all wanted something from him. If something similar was to occur here in Aurora Bay he would have no problem ditching this scene too. It would be incredibly easy in fact. Elliot took the shot even though he felt like he didn't really deserve it for his hit. The tequila burned and he was reminded why he didn't usually do shots.

"It's best to visit in the spring or fall, I'd say. Then it ain't too hot," he explained. He was living through his first summer here in California and while both places were hot the heat was a lot more bearable with an ocean breeze. "You got any desire to go to Japan?" Elliot asked. Though he was joking and wasn't seriously going to invite someone who was more or less just a stranger even though they poured him good drinks he might as well ask for the hell of it. That was the first place on his bucket list to visit whenever he gets himself a passport.

@thecelestexzhao

Celeste playfully narrowed her eyes at him and ended up getting out two shots so they could drink them together, but she paused at his answer. "You're googleable?" She rose a brow at that but before she could do much else she realized she didn't have a last name, and it's not like Elliot was that rare of a name... She'd figure it out now though, just for the stubbornness of it all. "Okay, rich Elliot from Texas.." She started, pouring out the shots and sliding one over to him. "I will find you out. And when I do you just have to promise to not skip town cause I haven't exactly hated the conversation--and the tips of course." She added with a grin, clinking her glass against his before she easily knocked it back.

"I'm from Chicago, so California is a shift for me too, but Texas seems like a whole other world. So I'll hold you to it for the list...assuming I ever even manage to leave here." it was a wonder she had enough money to get here and now having a decent job that she could stay. She didn't think she was financially stable enough yet to just up and go across the country on a trip any time soon. But still. "Feel free to remember little ol' me and invite me to tag along if you ever decide to go on some lavish vacation."

[astralfms]

@palmviewstarters // salty sailor bar

fidgeting with the stem of her glass, celeste leaned against the bar and scanned the room for her company of the night. being one of her go-to spots, most of the faces were familiar ( as they could be with a drunken haze clouding the memories. ) people were her favorite pastime, which made it more difficult to choose just one. how could she possibly know how she'd want to end the night when it had just begun ? huffing to herself, she downed the drink and signaled for another, deciding to go with proximity and see where it took her. "so, do you come here often ?" she asked the patron next to her, stifling her own laugh at the corny joke. "sorry, i've always wanted to use that line."

[feathcrcd]

@vivianvaldemar

the concept of true companionship was absurd to celeste. she did not know a reason why she would ever need some person in her life if they added no value to her work or her purpose. naturally, vivian was someone she was forced to get to know due to their positions in saint's court, and despite having the roughest beginning to their relationship, she was now the closest thing to someone celeste might consider to be her friend. she had always known that she could not trust anyone, not really, but vivian was masterful about making the peregryn forget about that for a little while. especially when wine was involved, and a lot of it was involved this time. somehow the two of them had found themselves passing time at one of the locked away rooms in the dusk court castle. the place was dusty and most of the furniture was covered with white sheets, but they had started the fire in the fireplace and celeste had found a portrait of a particularly ugly old man to practise her aim on. " what is keeping you busy these days, vivian ? " she asked the spymaster as she threw a piece of her tiny knife set and made it land right between the man's legs. " it seems it's been a while since we've talked just the two of us. "

[gccdgraces]

⸻    “i  would've  liked  more  for  my  trouble  than  a  pat  on  the  head  and  vinegar  for  wine.”

@shadowbrn liked for a starter

[insainted]

⋙ WHEN? april 18th, afternoon ⋙ WHERE? atrium ⋙ WHO? @w0manstand1ng (celeste)

'Guards' are supposed to go out there, on runs, to retrieve presents for the dictator in charge—the Red Queen, Oddity calls her, and it makes perfect sense to him; off with their heads—and they're actually the times Gray looks forward to. Like a shopping trip but he doesn't have to pay for anything and he can just take what he thought was fun or interesting. To him, he doesn't so much care about whether they'd be interesting to said Queen. But there hasn't been punishment yet, and he got to work down his list of what he needed to make a complete puzzle—or several!—and bring them down to the caretaker's office, which he has unofficially staked his claim on, for later disassembly.

It's on his way up from having dropped off several phones and a laptop that he sees a flash of blonde that sparks something in his memory, like through a haze or a fog. Gray's memory from his time in New York City pre-outbreak is... spotty at best. Some of it comes and go in flashes of memory, just a picture, triggered by a particular smell, a sound, a texture, or—like in this case—the way hair falls. It's enough to furrow his brows and make him stop in his track to do a double take.

Her face manifests in his mind, the sound of her voice—caring and gentle at times, exasperated and commanding at others—resurfaces from where it'd been hidden behind a drugged haze. Like a siren call of curiosity, Gray finds himself following, and just before the diner, he grabs her by the shoulder and pulls to try to make him face her.

"You."

[lcvewaslcst]

@morronescamila

5 years ago

he hadn't been seeing her that long - just a handful of months. but, toby could tell the direction it was heading, and the fear started to creep in. he knows that it feels okay. good even, when he's with olivia. but - she's not celeste. though, he's almost positive that she doesn't feel the same. which doesn't feel great - but neither does being in love with the same person for over a decade. so, when she visits, they're a few shots of bottom shelf vodka deep when he leans onto the counter between them. "so - i've been seeing someone." h's jaw clenches, glancing over at her as he pulls himself up onto the countertop.

[cherriesfm]

CLOSED STARTER: celeste! @astralfms LOCATION: friendship bracelet making

"i'm  so  serious,  letty,  hear  me  out,"  sydney  started,  pulling  at  the  sleeve  of  their  jacket  to  reveal  their  wrist.  "isn't  it  a  little  fucked  up  that  we  don't  have  matching  bracelets  yet?"  there  was  a  lot  that  charlotte  and  sydney  shared,  yet  friendship  bracelets  was  not  one  of  those  things.  "how  are  people  supposed  to  know  you're  the  other  half  of  my  brain?"

[thefearedsouls]

Celeste sat on her window looking out. Watching her younger children play. "They are growing quickly. We only have two left at home." Celeste said softly as she heard her husband approach.

"Wait. Sorry, three counting Salem and he's acting out more than the children these days." She chuckled. "I wish I could help him. I do not know how to. With all he has been through. What he was made to think of himself." She frowned. "I hate when I cannot fix things. When I can't make things better."

| @childrenofslumber |

[safinsisland]

[ jacket ] Sender takes their jacket off and hangs it on receiver's shoulders (Reverse) for Celeste @pleinsdemuses

The nightsky was clear and showed the stars beyond bright and illusional close. The air was fresh and the Lady Celeste shivered gracefully aside Lyutsifer.

He slipped out of his favourite blue cloak and covered Celeste's shoulder with it. Placing a hand on her upper back he asked: "Better?"

[elizabethvonbean]

Celeste 64: Fragments of the Mountain, beat January 29th.

Short but sweet game. Pretty fun and funny concept but the camera and depth perception are a bit awkward to handle. I don’t think Celeste in 3D works as well, but I enjoy it for what it is. Also the music having some Mario 64 instruments is really funny. The secret level music was also funny in concept but god were the samples used ear grating after a while, even if it was a funny reference to the Mario Sunshine secret levels and music.

[siiinfully]

continued from this with @isitrecording

"I'd really hope so. Itd be a little stereotypical if I was the only one masturbating to the thought of you. It's good to hear you masturbate to me." Jake grinned, pausing for a moment. "Next time we should do it in front of each other."

“Like now?” Celeste asked him as she sat down across from him, slowly spreading her legs. However, she wasn’t touching herself yet; she wanted to see what he was doing to do and/or say. It had been a while since they were both frisky, and she was done waiting for the ‘ideal’ opportunity.

[astralfms]

@mcktub // vivienne's apartment !

there's  a  moment  of  hesitation,  before  her  knuckles  finally  rap  against  vivienne's  door,  where  she  has  half  a  mind  to  turn  around  and  walk  right  back  where  she  came  from.  instead,  she  musters  all  of  her  courage  into  a  deep  breath,  free  fingers  now  tinkering  with  the  hem  of  her  coat.  her  other  hand  is  holding  a  small  bouquet  of  flowers,  thrusting  them  into  the  doorway  the  second  it  cracks  open.  a  gesture  of  good  will  on  her  end,  proof  that  she's  at  least  open  to  reconciliation.  “not  sure  what  you're  into  these  days,  but  these  are  some  of  my  favorites  so  i  figured  they'd  suffice.”

[feathcrcd]

@shvdwscng

loyalty is a word celeste prefers not to throw around, even goes out of her way to avoid, but the truth is, she simply does not understand it well enough to be sure of using it. she thinks she knows love because she has loved, her own messed up version of love, and so she's showed loyalty, to her mother, but how could she be loyal to something or someone she does not love? her court feels like her responsibility and her sense of belonging, but does she love it? she would feel the same way towards an another court if she was born in it. and the court becomes a set with it's high lord. her eyes settled on him, her head turned as her back still remained straight, a few inches away from the back of her chair. " the lantern festival appears to have eased some tension, but you seem perturbed, " she spoke and the short moment of comfortable silence was over, her focus on a line she thought she saw appearing between saint's eyebrows. she was picking things up in her memory if there was something recent that she was missing, but perhaps his mood was unrelated to court things, of course, she could not see how it could be so. " has anyone from dusk court asked for your attention recently ? "

[willow-thomas]

where: the reef bar closed for @thecelestexzhao

Willow flexed her hand as she pushed through the door of The Reef Bar and made a line straight for the seat she liked to occupy when Celeste was working. She slid into it with a smile as she waved. "How's your night been so far? And could you just surprise me with something? After the day I've had, I don't want to think anymore."

[theirhorrorstories]

Brown eyes looked up into his. "Ollie..." She said softly. "I-" Celeste sighed softly. "There's something we need to talk about." It was the first time in her life she'd ever felt nervous around him. "You remember when you came to visit me a few weeks ago and we got drunk on wine?" She sighed.

"I'm pregnant, Ollie."

| @childrenofslumber |

[oculiaperticlausi]

closed — @brightstvrlights

"I'm an asshole," the man says as she opens her front door. Although it was kind of terrifying she had opened he door before he even had the chance to knock. His gaze drifts across her, realizing she's not in a ball gown. A part of him wishes he would have realized that she wasn't going to attend the event without a reason to go, maybe he could have taken him but he already found another person to go with. He clears his throat, reaching into the inside pocket of his jacket, pulling out the folded up piece of paper as he holds it out to her. "His last known pin is Trinity." His theory of the kid being the killer was crumbling as the days went on and not a single sighting, a single shred of evidence that even indicated he was on the island. He has a feeling if Atticus was the killer that urge would be too good not to slip up somewhere. "And if I do find anything else you know you'll be the first person I call, Beaumont."