#depayse-flaneuse

[elysiumxii]

cont from here w/ @depayse-flaneuse ft antonio & nia 

As soon as he had the attention of the lovely thing, Antonio’s grin only widens, the frame of his glasses slipping down his high arched Roman nose as he watches her. He can almost sense the inaudible eyerolls of his men beside him - they never saw their boss as animated as when he saw a pretty woman. Like a dog with a wagging tail his excitement was almost palpable. They like this café, the owner was good to them, not everyone in the city treats mafiosos to the best, but here? They got good service! Did Antonio really have to ruin it by chasing skirt?  

The young boss in question’s gaze also shifts from the pretty face, to the woman who took her attention, his lips having parted, ready to quip some line no doubt, before his dark gaze watches her as she moves away. But could a the eldest Benedetti son be so easily dissuaded? Not a chance. 

“Antonio-” he hears grizzly Tommaso by his side, saying his name as a mixture of warning, but also to get his attention. The old-timer more than had enough of Antonio’s games, but it falls on deaf ears. Once that stallion has something, or someone, in his sights he was very difficult to be dissuaded. Instead, seeing it as a game, his grin only widens and he pulls in his feet to sit up. Reaching into his breast pocket he pulls out a full packet of cigarettes and throws them down onto the small round table as he stands. Eyes on the door into the shadows of the café. 

Next his sunglasses, slipped by the arm into the open top buttons of his shirt as his long legs take him towards the door of the café and he stoops a little to step inside. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust, tugging the lapels of his blazer to straighten it before he jogs down a few terracotta tiled steps and towards the bar where he’d spotted the slim back of the woman in question. “Do you sell cigarettes?” He calls out, moving towards the bar to lean against it, hand slipping into his trouser pocket to pull out his wallet and a few rolled Euro. 

[retrograderesemblance]

@depayse-flaneuse​ continued from x

The corners of Molly’s mouth tugged upward into a teasing grin as she watched the man nearly finish his fresh drink.

“Was your invitation really that unappealing?”

She answered him. “It is. Can’t say I have the heart to close any sooner. The later it gets, the better my tips are.”

[goodvibesandsunglasses]

@depayse-flaneuse

Hidden away in his penthouse, Ryan stood behind the floor to ceiling wall of glass. The short building loomed directly above the sand, allowing him to enjoy privileged view of the ocean. His gaze floated over the waves and occasionally wandered to the phone that sat on the table. It had barely been 48 hours since he’d last seen Nia but he found himself craving her company. He’d been fighting the urge to text her for the past hour and could feel his reserve wearing thin with every passing minute. The smile that spread across his lips did nothing to help with self control as he could easily imagine her reaction when she’d get his text. Excitement? Agitation? He wouldn’t be surprised if she ended up telling him off. He stepped onto the large terrasse and closed his eyes upon feeling the warmth of early morning sun rays on his skin. It was going to be a nice day; the kind of Sundays he liked spending holed up in his library/relaxing room. But that was before an encounter with a certain brunette a couple of days ago. Her gaze, her manners, the way she expressed herself… here he was having flashbacks of their encounter in his office so there was very little left to do to stop him from getting in touch with her. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to it anyway. She was the one; he could feel it deep down so even their new collaboration wouldn’t stop him from pursuing her. Did he even make the conscious decision to pick up the phone? No but he was already opening the messaging application and typing. One word. Breakfast?

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

//✨IT'S RICHARD'S BIRTHDAY TODAY!!!✨ (wahoooo! *throws confetti*) Happy birthday to my favourite, adorable, cinnamonroll of a clumsy son!

On top of this being Richard's birthday, it is also my blog's 8th anniversary, or at least 8 years since I've been writing for Richard! 8!!! Would you believe it!? I remember making Richard as nothing more than a sideblog 'cause I was losing mojo when it came to writing for my Charles Xavier RP blog. I remember thinking that I would most likely delete not only Richard, but quit Tumblr and the RPing community altogether. I'm so glad I proved myself wrong, because I not only got to explore Richard as a character, but mainly bc/ I got to meet, hang out, and just befriend SO many lovely, wonderful, and amazing human beans by sticking around. (Seriously, I'm amazed how I've known some of you for 8 years now like??? Richard and I were literally bbys when some of u met us lol). So, anyways, whether ur an old friend or a new one, I just wanted to say a million, BIG thank yous for EVERYTHING, and for putting up with me and my molasses writing/reply speed and lil’ gremlin energy and just for being such amazing mutuals, and for sticking with Richard and I through thick, thin, and everything in between *gives u all the biggest tackle hugs*💛🧡💛🧡//

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[renegadetulisrp]

@depayse-flaneuse

This... isn’t the first time. Zach had always liked the fact that he could break into someone’s home easily - it was a trivial thrill for him even though now it was made easier with the devices Max had tinkered for him. The door clicked open easily. Zach quirked a small smile as he twisted the doorknob with ease and let himself inside. He was never someone who was curious about another’s living quarters - still, he did give a look around. Nothing that interests him - just as expected. Cerulean hues scanned through the living room - it was fairly neat. Now all he had to do was wait. 

His ears perked up when footsteps drew closer. The person he intended to visit had finally arrived. “Ah, there you are,” he greeted her, chin jutted out as if to say she was late. “I was wondering if you’d ever come back,” he lamented, before taking a drag from his cigarette. “I hope you don’t mind me breaking into your liquor cabinet. I was..... getting bored....” Zach took a sip of the whiskey he had poured himself before addressing the woman again. “Needed to fill in the time.” The confusion in her features were expected and Zach spoke without giving her a chance to protest. “The name’s Zach Gordon. Gordon, Zach, I don’t really care what you call me.” His gaze was burning through her. “I’m resourceful and... your... front door isn’t as secure as you’d think it is.” Zach gestured at her. “You have made quite a name for yourself. Sit down, Miss LaRue. We have business to discuss.” 

[goodvibesandsunglasses]

@depayse-flaneuse

NATHAN SCOTT & HALEY JAMES SCOTT — 1.04, “Crash Into You”

[classicdecadence]

continued from [x]

@depayse-flaneuse​

Nadja’s initial reply was evidently teasing, the man knowing her long enough by then to see when she was feigning ignorance. Still, Cian said nothing and instead kept his gaze upon her as she walked slowly towards him, each click of her high heels against the hardwood floor being distinctive. Naturally, Cian’s gaze soon fell upon how her dress moved farther up her thighs as she walked, a dark and lustful glint appearing in his eyes. 

Cian began registering her words as she spoke but as Nadja then seated herself upon him with ease, his gaze was entirely focused upon her body. He placed his hands on the exposed parts of her thighs and gently ran his fingertips up and down the smooth skin. His cock began to stir in his pants at the same time, the lust rapidly building within him. A low growl emerged from Cian as Nadja began kissing at his throat and jaw, his cock by then rock hard and pressed against her thigh as they sat together. 

“I’d come whenever you called...” Cian said then, when Nadja had finished explaining, his gaze moving up to meet hers. “It seems like you were afraid of spending the night alone... without me to keep you company and warm you up...” he mused then, tone husky and yet with an element of pride mixed in. 

[thxvclvxts]

What Element Writer Are You?

Fire Writer

You burn. In the night, under the hot sun, you burn. You shine in the darkest nights, bringing to your readers an immortal fire. No one is able to portray feelings better than you. Emotions burn your characters, making them matches in dark rooms, lighting up everything, and burning from their own hands. Your best is shown in short stories, where the flames of your character’s souls can burn brighter than ever, and become ashes. Your stories hold the most passionate love, soft sighs whispered against a lover’s skin, and the neon lights of a night club. Pain is your second name, and you don’t mind it. Wars, betrayal, yearning, a/b/o and enemy to lovers are your favorite tropes. But when you decide to comfort, the fierce fire that burns in your soul becomes the warm hug of a blanket in a cold day. Established relationships, per-relationship fluff and medical fics are great at showing this softer side of you. Keep burning, and show everyone how hard a fire can burn, even in the coldest of the nights.

tagged by: @depayse-flaneuse​

for: @clxnia, @complusiive, @n0chanxes, @starsmaligned, and anyone else who would like to do this (but of course if you don’t want to do this and i’ve tagged you, there’s no pressure either!)

[whentvsfly]

All this straight discourse about Tracer being gay is both hilarious and disappointing.

Yeah it is, but I’m just glad Blizzard actually followed through with their statement about there being a gay character

[joyfulmagic]

depayse-flaneuse​:

“Of course not.” Nia spoke softly, “If someone is denied something for so long…it’s only natural to cling to it once you finally have it.” Idly tracing the rim of her cup she offered a small smile. “I think everyone feels something similar to differing degrees. I know I do.”

Illya met Nia’s gaze, smiling softly with appreciation of her validation. “Thank you, that is wise and insightful,” he complimented before offering his hand. “Illya,” he introduced himself, “and I truly do appreciate your words.”

[invertedhavoc-moved-blog]

Okay i know its been a few days since it actually ended but the winners or my contest are  FIRST: @oakwyrm

SECOND: @flaneuse-depaysant

THIRD: @jumezat

Congrats~!!

[retrograderesemblance]

where should you be kissed?

knuckles it feels as though you have fought every day of your life. sometimes, you cannot even tell how much of the blood on your hands is your own... and how much comes from those who've tried to hurt those you defend. you deserve the gentleness of a kiss to your bruised knuckles and broken skin, a reminder that you are not only made of violence.

forehead over-worrying and overthinking everything, your mind is always a whirling storm. no matter how you try, the fears overwhelm all else. you need someone trusted to press a kiss to your forehead, helping to quiet the thoughts that just refuse to settle.

tagged by: @honorhearted​ tagging: @depayse-flaneuse , @caracarnn​ , @luckhissoul​ , and and anyone else who’s interested

[goodvibesandsunglasses]

MUSE AESTHETIC ~ FEELINGS !!

REPOST, don't REBLOG.

Tagged by: @crowns-and-claws

Tagging: @depayse-flaneuse (Nia), @daringsunflowers (Jasmine), @rennisaturate (Ariel)

Jonas

★  ⸻   𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒.     being unable to stop smiling. laughter. bear hugs. happy tears. waving arms around. dancing. contently sighing. eyes twinkling. laughter lines. childlike playfulness. skipping. talking more. affection. cracking more jokes than usual. gesturing more when talking. higher pitched voice. squealing. jumping around. clapping.

★  ⸻   𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒.    tearing up. self-hugging. one-arm cross. an aching chest. scratchy throat. a runny nose. turning away. deep breaths. quivery smiles. crying. infantile sobbing. hands gripping each other or an object. covering mouth. puffy eyes. eyes appear red. voice breaking. a distant or empty stare. monotone voice. asking for comfort. faking a smile. crumbling. shaking. whimpering. depression. abusing an unhealthy habit. withdrawing from others. big teary eyes. doing something even if it could hurt them.

★  ⸻   𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑.   furrowed brows. baring teeth. passive-aggressive comments. avoiding eye contact. sarcasm. headache. sore muscles. hiding clenched fists. irritability. jumping to conclusions. raising voice. going silent. demanding immediate action. keeping it all in until exploding. body tensing. making risky decisions. middle finger.

★  ⸻   𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑.  wanting to flee or hide. what-ifs. images of what-could-be flashing in mind. uncontrollable trembling. rapid breathing. screaming. a skewed sense of time. irritability. keeping silent. denying fear. turning away from the cause. pretending to be brave. nail-biting. lip-biting. scratching skin. a joking tone but a voice that cracks. fainting. insomnia. panic attacks. exhaustion. substance abuse. tics. rushing adrenaline. face draining of colour. hair lifting on the back of the neck. feeling rooted to the spot. making body as small as possible. staring but not seeing. crying. a shrill voice. whispering. gripping something or someone. stuttering. flinching at noises. pleading.

★  ⸻   𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.     constantly yawning. blurring words together. dark circles or lines under eyes. mood swings. hallucinations. calling people by the wrong name. dizziness. denying they’re tired. slow blinking. trouble concentrating. stumbling. leaning on a doorframe for support. sluggish movements. falling asleep someplace that isn’t a bed. becoming irritated by the smallest things. “i’m awake, i’m fine.”. shaking so bad they spill their drink. fall asleep in their clothes. lay their head on the table because they’re so tired. passing out.

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

“I think of you every day. I think of you every day!” via Nia [I can only blame my love of Fateful Findings for this >_>]

Neil Breen’s ‘Fateful Findings’ sentence starters: ACCEPTING II @depayse-flaneuse

"Och, Malou, I appreciate yer' though's. Honestly, I do," remarked Richard, a sincere smile curling on his lips as he eyed the other now. In fact, he was rather flattered by it. The Scotsman never assumed there would be somebody out there who would actively take time to think of the likes of him, what more everyday. "But I promise I'm fine by myself. I don't need ye' constantly protectin' me. Really," he cooed.

[renegadetulisrp]

depayse-flaneuse​:

While Zach seamlessly claimed one head of the table, Parrain mirrored the movement though he purposefully remained standing. A single glance at Parrain’s perfectly undisturbed table setting confirmed Nadja’s initial suspicion. As Zach spoke she considered her options before casually coming to stand near their esteemed guest- all the while translating with ease.

“75 000 euros seulement ? Il m'insulte comme si on mendiait ! Et il parle de partenariat.” Parrain practically barked out laughter, a few of his men forcing snickering in kind. Amusement gave way to a snarl. “Vous nous demandez dans votre pays un accord de merde. Je pourrais cracher dessus.” He spit on the floor. “Non. Nous prendrons 125 000 euros par envoi.

Nadja nodded along as if she were truly engaged. “Okay then.” Tilting her head in Zach’s direction she kept her expression at ease. “A mere 75,000 Euros? You insult him as if they are begging and yet you talk of partnership. You asked him to your country for a shit deal he could spit on. So, no. He will take 125,000 Euros per shipment.”

“Et pas seulement ça.” Parrain started just as Nadja finished.

“There’s more.” Nadja quickly interjected to keep the men from speaking over one another.

“Bien sûr, nous savons que vous avez démarré des affaires aux États-Unis.” Hints of a shit eating grin formed. “Nous prendrons un pourcentage d'actions en garantie. C'est nous qui sommes en jeu, après tout. Vous n'êtes pas d'accord?” His eyes remained locked on Zach.

“Of course, he knows of your business across the pond. He will take a percentage of shares for collateral since they are the ones on the line.” This time Nadja’s gaze returned to each of their guests’ faces before resting on Zach. A brief flicker in one of their guests’ eyes and she’d spotted another English speaker. “Do you agree with this fact?” In hindsight, she wasn’t sure if Zach had given any weight to her prior advice, but if he hadn’t then she hoped he felt the weight of her spiritual ‘I told you so’. Between words and body language it was clear the Parrain felt perfectly entitled to his demands and wasn’t expecting to walk away without them. It left only one question remaining: was he expecting no resistance or was resistance exactly what he wanted?

-

A muscle in his jaw twitched. Zach kept his gaze on Nadja as she translated. At the corner of his eye, he could see Hal already sighing and having a palm covering his face. A meagre 75,000 to them. Zach couldn’t help but smirk. Of course they’d object to his offers. Greedy fucking pigs the whole lot of them. It’s probably why Zach found it easier to expand out in the Americas instead of neighbouring territories. Europeans have proven to be nastier. He simply blinked at the Parrain before his gaze fell on Hal who looked immensely worried. 

Nadja’s body language was clear to him - she has warned him before. Zach shrugged as the gears in his head turned. He had already considered the possibility of this turning sideways. Will there be casualties? He hoped it would just be French blood and not anyone from his side. “You know what we Englishmen call people like you?” A sinister grin had etched onto his lips, giving off an eerie aura. “Gannets. Nasty creatures,” he deadpanned, eyes locked with the Parrain. “Constantly wanting what is not yours to begin with.” He didn’t wait for Nadja to translate and instead gave a slight nod to one of his men across the room. His measures were extreme but Zach was always known to be merciless when the situation calls for it. 

“I’m trying to be a gentleman here, lads. I even have my chefs cook your food for you and you come here and spit on my floors with no respect to this country.” All the while Zach was reaching out in his pockets for a fag and his lighter. “I would have gone for 85, 000 euros. And that was it. Now you want even more and a part of my business dealings across the Atlantic?” Lighting the cigarette up, he took a drag and a light, foreboding snicker left his lips. “It’s like you have a death wish, monsieur.” At his last word, the doors surrounding the room opened and Zach’s men slid in swiftly, guns cocked with barrels pointing towards the men of the Milieu. They were wearing gas masks and immediately the room roused into panic. “I’m a generous man. I just don’t like greedy gannets. So I can only do what we can to pests like you. You’re outnumbered here.” 

Even though his statement was true, it surely fell on deaf ears as the Frenchmen mirrored their counterparts’ moves. Hal was already up on his feet, blue hues bouncing around the room, wary as he clenched onto his daggers. Zach didnt flinch. “This can go only two ways,” Zach chuckled as the Parrain pointed his gun into his direction, already cursing French vulgarities his way. “You dying along with your men. Or.... you dying along with your men.” With that, the room went dark and several hissing lacrimator cans were thrown into the air. In the darkness and the deafening chaos ensuing around them, Zach managed to locate Nadja. He shoved a gas mask into her hands. “You’d need this if you want to survive.” 

[goodvibesandsunglasses]

Bold what applies to your muse

Tagged by: @crowns-and-claws

Tagging: @depayse-flaneuse , @daringsunflowers

Jonas

nail biting | throat clearing | lying  | interrupting  | chewing the ends of pens  | smoking  | swearing  | knuckle cracking  | thumb sucking  | muttering under their breath  | talking to themselves  | nose picking  | binge drinking  | oversleeping | snacking between meals  | skipping meals | picking at skin  | impulse buying  | talking with their mouth full  | humming/singing to themselves  | chewing gum  | leg jiggling  | foot tapping  | hair twirling  | whistling  | eye rolling  | licking lips  | sniffing  | squinting  | rubbing hands together  | jaw clenching  | gesturing while talking  | putting feet up on tables  | tucking hair behind ears  | chewing lips  | crossing arms over chest  | putting hands on hips  | rubbing the back or their neck  | being late  | procrastinating  | doodling  | shredding paper  | peeling off bottle labels  | forgetfulness  | running hands through hair  | overreacting  | teeth grinding  | nostril flaring  | slouching  | pacing  | drumming fingers  | fist clenching  | pinching bridge of nose  | rubbing temples  | rolling shoulders