#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. 

[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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[goodvibesandsunglasses]

@depayse-flaneuse

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

[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.” 

[classicdecadence]

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@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!)

[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.”

[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

[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~!!

[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.

[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

[goodvibesandsunglasses]

TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU'D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW BETTER !!

Tagged by: @crowns-and-claws

Tagging: @daringsunflowers , @depayse-flaneuse , @rennisaturate

FAVORITE COLOUR(S): Blue

FAVORITE FLAVOUR(S): Chocolate/peanut

FAVOURITE GENRE(S): Comedy, Action, Rom-Com

FAVOURITE MUSIC: R&B

FAVOURITE MOVIE: Fast and Furious (it's a tie between the 2nd and 5th movie)

FAVOURITE SERIES: House MD, Bones, The Good Doctor, 9-1-1, Royal Pains, The Simpsons, Magnum PI.

LAST SONG: Big Love by Black Eyed Peas

LAST SERIES: The Good Doctor season 6

LAST MOVIE: Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania

CURRENTLY READING: The Shaadi Set-Up

CURRENTLY WATCHING: Scooby Doo! Mystery, Inc.

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: Taking better care of myself

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

“I’m leaving now, rather than going to prison for the rest of my life.” via Nadja [the way I WHEEZED at Neil Breen's name XD]

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

"Wha'? Just like tha'? Can ye' really do tha'?" muttered Richard, brows pinching together as he schooled Nadja a skeptical glance. "Look, escapin' bein' caugh' by the fuzz is one thing, but somethin' tells me tha' no ma'er how far ye' run, Blackwell and his bastards will be on yer' tail for the rest of yer' life."

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

🔪 (Nadja to Richard because chaos lmfao)

Send my muse 🔪 to place a knife up to their throat: ACCEPTING

II @depayse-flaneuse

At first, Richard had a strong inkling that somebody was following him. However, two sudden right turns later he was completely sure that somebody was stalking him. Shite, shite, shite, shite. What the hell do you do when you’re being stalked during the wee hours of the evening; at a part of the city, mind you, where not a single soul was lurking about... Well... Almost not a single soul.

Richard was acting on pure instinct. Dashing into a nearby alleyway, he thought he could try and one-up his mysterious stalker. The Scotsman sprang out from one of the nearby, shadowy corners before throwing a punch the stranger’s way. Or, at least he tried to. The next thing he knew, he was being painfully pinned against the nearby wall, before feeling a sharp kiss press somewhere upon his throat. “I know yer’ followin’ me. I don’t care who ye’ are, but I’m not afraid of ye’,” he shivered, jaw tightening as he held his chin up in a desperate attempt to sell his lie of false bravery. “Just, please, tell me wha’ it is ye’ want. Wha’ do ye’ want with me?”