#wynterlanding

[xwildheart]

Well, it only took a lightly veiled threat of a voicemail to FINALLY get him to text her back. To speak to her in some way. Nearly two weeks of this- tension. Ever since that night he'd sown up to her penthouse, and she woke up alone the next morning, Landon had been treating Alice like nothing had happened between them. Like they were near strangers. It was taking a toll, because the blonde didn't know what she'd done wrong, and it was leaking into shooting days. Takes were awkward, and he would barely look her in the eye and it all finally came to a head when she'd attempted one last time to call him and she was pushed right to voicemail. If you don't call me back in the next hour I walk. That was the gist of her message, and she had been serious. It was going to be impossible to put the finishing touches on this film that otherwise had gone off with out a hitch if they couldn't even be in the same room as one another. Meet at his place and he'd explain. Fine. She could work with that. Alice had a stock pile of comeback's ready too, for what he might try and tell her. That their fun was over, that they never should have slept together in the first place, yadda yadda. That's what she was fully expecting from this interaction. She rehearsed them in the Uber ride over to his home, and ever the punctual person she was she even got there a few minutes before eight. She thanked and paid her driver, who quickly sped off and she headed up to the front door of his home. She'd not been before and she took a moment to just admire it. Probably would be the last time she saw it anyway right? Perhaps it was time to start putting her acting skills to work for when it came time for press tours and premieres.

But the thing was? Eight o'clock came and went. She knocked, because maybe he'd fallen asleep or something? She tried to call again, tried texting but Landon never answered either thing. She triple checked the address he'd sent her, and yes, she was at the right place. Tried peering into the windows but all the blinds were down, and it wasn't like she could tell if his car was here because the garage was closed too. So...where the hell was he? Anger hit her before any sort of worry, pissed that she'd come all the way out here in LA traffic to be stood up, AGAIN! This, this was him explaining things wasn't it? That there was nothing here, nothing between them. That night she'd been too caught up in her own feelings to realize what it had actually been. Poetically? Thunder rumbled in the distance before it started raining, the heavens literally opening up on the blonde and she had to let out the humorless laugh that bubbled up her throat, or else she would start crying. If that's how this was going to be, then so be it. Alice would put her big girl pants on and finish this movie, play pretend that things were okay. She'd be the bigger person here and when it was all over she'd not work for Landon Wynter again. She'd waited two hours too long before ordering another Uber to take her home. @wynterlanding / from here

[lcnelyday]

@wynterlanding kennedy & landon prev.

kennedy only smirked, landon had known her long enough that she didn't need to say much. kennedy dropped her phone at the mention of his escalade and she pocketed it quickly. "i am not telling you to shut the fuck up because you said i should more, no this shut the fuck up is for implying i could be your assistant. you do realized that while have only been writing garbage for the last few months, i am far too talented to lower myself to be your assistant right? like, i am amazing, and could never stay sane, what, telling you to calm down and making sure you get to junkets?" kennedy shook her head, brushed her hair over her shoulder and followed after landon, fishing around in her own jeans for a hair tie, her phone and her wallet, patting down her pockets with a sigh of relief.

[angelslaain]

It took her a second before she could look at him in the eyes. Sienna didn't even really realize he was there, and she had no clue how long she'd been sitting on the floor in the only secluded hallway she could find on set in the first place. One minute? Five minutes? "Oh."

She cleared her throat. "Sorry, Mr. Wynter, I was just, uh..." Taking a break. The truth was, she was getting picked on by some of the other special effects and makeup crew. They'd been working on something involving blood, and while she could accept it was part of her job, she opted not to help out with it if she didn't have to. They called her a scaredy cat for it, but she was struck by memories doused in red, pure red. Avoiding a full blown panic attack, she ran off. And it led her here.

"I'll get back to work. Sorry." // @wynterlanding

[chaoticallycosmic]

Closed starter for: @wynterlanding

If Enoch were to be in front of her right now, Atalanta was sure he'd scold her for acting recklessly and impulsively. But the situation and tensions in the kingdom were stressing her out. She needed a little pick me up and what better way to get it than in a bar? It was nice to be in a place where no one knew who and what she was, no one would treat her differently if they didn't know she was a princess. The music wasn't too loud and the bar wasn't overcrowded, which she appreciated. People still turned to look at her though, as she walked toward the bar to order herself a nice, strong drink. She knew why she commanded attention, or so Enoch said it was because the humans could subconsciously sense something different about her. Atalanta attributed the attention to how she carried herself and nothing more. If only she had scouted the area before walking inside, her nose would have caught the smell of someone not so human lurking about the place. No doubt the universe was laughing at her as she walked around confidently, unaware of what awaited her.

Once she reached the bar and got the bartender's attention as she took a seat on an empty stool, she ordered herself a single malt whisky on the rocks with a charming smile. Just as her eyes were fleeting around to start people-watching, a scent caught her attention and her posture stiffened in her stool. Bright hazel eyes looked around for a source and landed on a man not too far from her. Attractive, no doubt but definitely not human, her instincts jumped at her. Just the smell alone... "This would be just my luck," she muttered around her glass of whisky. It was no secret in her kingdom that their relationship with the werewolves was on shaky grounds. "The gods are laughing at me, no doubt." All she wanted was a simple night. Was that too much to ask for? Still, she spread her red-stained lips into a smile as the man turned his attention to her. Maybe he wouldn't sense that she wasn't quite human either. Maybe if she just acted normally, there would be no need to disclose her real identity. Perhaps there would be no need for her to leave and she could enjoy her evening.

[myriadxofxmuses]

Tagged by: @heartxshaped-bruises

Tagging: @savagecuhnt, @lunarruled (Ky), @uncxntrxllable (Bailey & Lakota), @littlewrensx (Wren), @thanaredreamtof (Felicity & Sam), @interxstitial, @wynterlanding, @blindspct (Miley), @fangsandmagic, @waveofstars (Chey)

Ethan

COMMON MISCONCEPTIONS

That he's all bad. Ethan can be surprisingly caring at times, but it is only with select people. He is also quite malleable when it comes to others who are generally good. It sort of rubs off on him and he tries to emulate their behavior. He is if nothing else adaptable, but on a small level he wants to be that way.

AN IMPORTANT HEADCANON

He has a lot of food allergies. His mother's pregnancy with him was hard and he was born with the immunity fragility. Sadly he had to find out the hard way with each new allergy, given that his parents rarely cared for him properly - nannies also opting for short stints of employment for his care.

A USELESS HEADCANON

One of his favorite forms of entertainment is documentaries. Ethan will watch any and all kinds. Some of his favorite genres deal with nature or religion. He knows all kinds of trivia because of it.

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS

Abuse, drinking, suicide attempts, NSFW- like murder, minimal stalking, gore, knives, death, violence, drug use, torture, ruffies, etc.

SOMETHING YOU ENJOY ABOUT (WRITING) THEM

Actually, and this probably makes me a total psychopath, but his coldness. The way his character just shuts it off. Just like that. He has no attachment and is one hundred percent free of emotional repercussions. I could never do that. I get attached to easily and quickly, but it can be fun to explore what it is really like when you truly don't care what others think.

SOMETHING YOU WANT OTHERS TO KNOW BEFORE WRITING WITH THEM

While Ethan can be very loving at times, that is not his go to. It takes some time and effort to get past his douchey, asshole, narcissistic, sociopathic ways to get to what little good in him he has. He does not open up to everyone and can be very difficult to interact with at times.

Oscar

COMMON MISCONCEPTIONS

That he has it all figured out and is put together. He does not deal very well with, as he calls it, his broken mind. He has quite a few breakdowns, all usually private and behind closed doors, but it leads him to drink. Oscar isn't big on meds, so he's very apprehensive when speaking to anyone about it - seeing it as a sign of weakness that he can't figure it out alone. Alcohol however is the one thing that not only helps him forget, but has also been an allowed vice throughout his career choices. Definitely not a great coping mechanism, but it's his nonetheless.

AN IMPORTANT HEADCANON

Family is essential for him. And his loyalty to Emily is unwavering. As is hers. They are extremely close siblings and come as a package. But that's not to say they come as a pleasant package. It is entirely possible for significant others or outside friends not to like the other. While blood is important they fully understand family is chosen and even the tightest family has internal turmoil at times. Loyal as they may be to each other, they will also fight to keep those who matter most to them.

A USELESS HEADCANON

Oscar can wiggle his ears. Not something he shows off, but he found out when he was a kid. After watching Little Rascals with his mom, he tried to copy Alfalfa and wiggled his ears.

He also sings in the shower.

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS

PTSD, drinking, NSFW- like crime, guns/knives, death, violence, war, black market weapon sales

SOMETHING YOU ENJOY ABOUT (WRITING) THEM

His strength. Both emotionally and physically. He is surprisingly just and fair when you consider his upbringing. While he isn't without flaws, he has very solid moral compass.

SOMETHING YOU WANT OTHERS TO KNOW BEFORE WRITING WITH THEM

He can be overprotective and his trust is hard to get. Oscar likes to know everything about a person and is not above using his job to perform background checks. Even though he is morally good, he is willing to bend the rules when he needs to continue on that path.

Ivy

COMMON MISCONCEPTIONS

That she has no attachment to things. She is very good at hiding her true emotions under a mask of nonchalantness. When in reality she can't help but become emotionally invested in both people and life in general. It causes for a lot of lonely nights working through disappointment and sadness.

AN IMPORTANT HEADCANON

When her father got sick and died from his work, she went after the company responsible. It was a total failure in the end and nothing came of it, the corruption too high for her to fend off. But it was what led her into hacking for real. She'd always been tech savvy, but this was what really helped hone her skills.

A USELESS HEADCANON

While she has a cat, Ivy is really a dog person. She just can't have them in her apartments. She also watches true crime/interrogation videos for white noise while she works.

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS

Crime - hacking, internet stalking, law breaking in general, minimal drug use (marijuana), drinking

SOMETHING YOU ENJOY ABOUT (WRITING) THEM

The tech and stealth aspects of her life. I have always loved hacking/hackers/surfing the depths of tech and it is fun to write her in scenarios where she can actually use it.

SOMETHING YOU WANT OTHERS TO KNOW BEFORE WRITING WITH THEM

Even though she likes to avoid becoming attached to others, she is a very open and accepting person face to face. She will keep others at a comfortable distance while still remaining a loyal and trustworthy friend. She would be a great ally when it matters.

[velvetnviolentviolets]

Weigh down on me

Stay till morning

Way down, would you say I'm worthy?

Weigh down on me

Stay till morning

Way down, would you say I'm worthy?

I can wait for you at the bottom

I can stay away if you want me to

I could wait four years if I gotta

Heaven knows I ain't getting over you

@wynterlanding

[awalkoflife-arc]

👯 + Lan and Sab

SEND ME 👯 + A RELATIONSHIP, AND I’LL CHOOSE THEM MATCHING HALLOWEEN COSTUMES! / lansab edition !

Sabrina is all about giving her man options so, here we have:

Vivian and Edward.

Marilyn and JFK.

Cinderella and Prince Charming.

( Can you tell she really wants Lan suited and booted ;) ?! )

[lavishbylaw]

@wynterlanding // ♥♥♥

Once she had reached the area of the dumpster, a bit of a frown and a twisted expression affixed to her face. It definitely wasn’t the most pleasant smell -- but that seemed to be a reoccurring theme when it came to this state of world that they were surviving in. The odor of death and decay became fairly too common. Shaking her head a couple of times, she moved closer to the metal bin and started to push against it. Even with a couple of grunts here and there, it really seemed to be a stuck. Or... maybe she just didn’t have the strength to power this through on her own. Oh -- and like a dreadful wave, the feeling of low energy and weary came over Genevieve. She knew that they needed a small reprieve, but... she needed to do this first. 

Palms planted down against the dumpster, she hunched over to take a couple of moments to take a break -- to muster up a little bit of stamina to persevere. So, with a bit of a strain of her muscle, she pushed into the dumpster a bit harder until the wheels below it gave in and rolled away from it’s stuck position. However, as soon as she did that, a dashing blur went scurrying quickly from beneath the container. Completely caught off guard, she let out a bit of a yelp and stumbled back against the wall. With wide eyes and some heavy breaths, she aimed of her sights to see... that it was a calico feline who was booking it across the street. 

“Oh, my god -- Wow, okay... Godspeed, cat. Even though you just almost gave me a heart attack --” Genevieve spoke aloud to herself as she stood back up from being leaned against the wall. Although she had a little bit of a fright, at least this dumpster was movable now. With a little bit of manpower from her beau, she thinks they can get it wherever they need it to go. Which reminded her: She needed to go check in with him. 

Wiping her palms on the jacket that was tied around her waist, Genevieve started to walk back in the direction where she last saw Landon. Usually when they split up, they took on opposite sides. So, that means... he must have went in this particular direction around the other side. Keeping close to the wall, she moved around the corner to where she saw a few out-of-commissioned school buses gathered in the yard. Landon was probably most likely searching them. You never know what you can find in vehicles like that. However, as she walked in between two of the buses, she could hear the sound of metal scraping just ahead. With a raise of her eyebrow, she slowly came to the end of one of the buses.

“...Landon?” She spoke out his name -- not too loudly, but loud enough to be heard by someone who was near. But when she turned the corner, just some few feet away, she was met with someone -- or something -- with their back turned to her. A breath hitched in her throat, ...and she dared not say anything else. The mannerisms of this person? They smell that emanated from them? This wasn’t a normal person. Maybe if she just... slowly moved away from them, she could -- But as she moved, the sound of her foot stepping of glass could be heard. And that person -- THAT THING -- started to shuffle around and look at Genevieve, blaring out a snarling groan in her direction. “Landon... -- LANDON!” She called out as she gripped onto the handle of her machete while backing away from the aggressor. 

[fcllederage-moved]

@wynterlanding said: “ who did this to you? where are they? ”

One. Two. Three. Slender fingers tightened around the arms of her savior, long, silver nails digging into the skin. Four. Five. Six. Her heart was beating so fast she could hear it in her ears, feeling like it was going to burst out of her chest. Seven. Eight. Nine. Eyes filled with tears of fright that refused to roll down. She could not move her legs anymore. That was where they had kicked the most since she had been able to protect her chest and head. Her arms were bruised but she could not feel them. Ten. Hyacinthe took a deep breath in. Everything came back, all at once. The air in her lungs, the fresh air on her burning cheeks, her body shaking madly.

Her eyes finally focus on Landon as air filled her lungs again. She was slowly calming down but still unable to talk, too close to bursting in tears. But she could not. She could not break down. Not anymore; Once she had been out of that basement, she had promised herself to never cry anymore. And Landon was there now. He was there and nothing bad would happen again.

She shook her head slowly. "I don't... I don't know where they went..." Her gaze got lost towards the end of the alleyway, that was joining the main street. She had just gone out of the cabaret by the back door for a smoke and had ended up being beaten up by strangers who had ran away the second the back door had opened again. "Landon," she called in a whisper. "I can't move my legs..."

[mutatedangels-a]

@wynterlanding spun the underused muse roulette! ** ...and got mekhi! [ based on this plot ]

"—this is where it all went down."

Mekhi stabs the end of her surf board into the sand with a slight crunch. She pushes her sunglasses up off her eyes and onto her head, sending her swamp witch-like hair away from her face in a cartoonish way. It looks a bit like she's been zapped by electricity. Though she was born and bred on the beach, she'll never get along with the salty air and the humidity.

"You're lucky you asked me to take you out here, 'cause none of the other lifeguards would have had the cajones to rip through the caution tape," she says, bookending her words with a snicker. "Water rescue said she looked all bloated, like an overstuffed turkey, even though she apparently only drowned, like, five minutes before they found her. News crews were out here and everything. It was bananas. This one lifeguard who was supposed to be on post here got hella fired. I feel bad for him, but... He should'a been paying attention." Ironic, because she's also missing from her post right now, but she struck up a deal with Matt to watch her portion of the blue.

She folds her arms, looking out into the waves crashing along the shore, then letting out a pseudo-dramatic sigh. Then, she gives the man a sharp glance. "What'd you say your name was again? Yeah. I don't mean to rush you or anything, but my lunch break's coming up and I'd love the $20 to buy some shrimp tacos at Shelly's."

[xwildheart]

@wynterlanding sent: “is that all this is? a ploy? a game? is that what i am to you?” For dealers choice.

Oops all angst

“What are you talking about, Landon?” Exasperated is one way to explain how Savannah is feeling. Like the two of them have just been on one long carnival ride that won’t stop going in circles. Bickering over the littlest things anymore. “After all of this you think I’m just fucking messing with you? I take you to meet my father, I show you around the town I grew up in and you think-“ The woman stopped herself. They were going nowhere fast. Him getting booted from their team has taken more of a toll on things than she originally thought it seemed. Savannah could feel the heat of anger creeping under her skin. She's a hot head, she's knows this, and so does Landon. 'I'm not doing this with you for the umpteenth time.'

[lcnelyday]

the 'ahhhhhhhhhhh' club updates.

a friend suggested i take the 'ahhhhhhhhhhh' club down after yesterdays anon spike. however. no. it's not a favorites club. it's not a friendship meter. it is genuinely just the writers who have made me scream or want to scream in excitement while writing or plotting. so. the list is being updated today because we got some new contenders, some classics who were on the original list but not the original post and because i love the people who like writing with me.

in no order because i'm not a sociopath: @stardxstmxses @pristinaluna @ofbookshelves @wynterlanding @rennisaturate @queenxfthedxmned @dozenrozez @littlewrensx @dearyvicious @deathwritings @thefvrious @rebellionevoked @coconvtfm @radicalrascals @somethingscft

[scftdevil]

@wynterlanding sera & landon prev.

"when i'm not stocking shelves and such, i'm usually trying to track down books." sera admitted, though she was purposely not adding just how much time she spent tucked into one of the few nooks in the store reading whatever hot topic she'd been preoccupied with that week.

sera grinned, bouncing on her feet for a moment. "i can ring you up upfront." she said, glancing towards the front of the shop when she caught his offer. sera quickly looked back at him, smile somehow wider on her face. she hadn't seen that coming, couldn't have counted on it in the slightest and she almost forgot that she wasn't a silly little human girl at all. "which one, beam me up or redbeards?" she asked, a breathy laugh following. "i work at a bookstore, i know most of the coffee places around here." she quickly explained, and then clocked how strange of a reply that was, words falling from her mouth before she could stop herself. rambling. "which isn't actually important. i meant to say, yes. i would like that. i am not—i've never—you're going to have to shut me up." she grumbled, hiding her face between her hands.

she was never good at keeping her mouth closed, and she was fairly certain telling him that he was the first person to ever ask her out was going to seem too strange. was he even asking her out? he had asked to talk about mythology over coffee, how different was that as they stood here now, she'd never consider this a date. she was too tired for this and she shift as so close to being over.

[full-tiltboogiearc]

MOODBOARD 🎃❤️

send MOODBOARD! for a moodboard inspired by our threads or dynamics // @wynterlanding

[myriadxofxmuses]

Put Spotify on shuffle and list the first ten songs.

Tagged by: @thanaredreamtof (: D  )

Tagging: @heartxshaped-bruises, @amongxthexcrowd, @strictlyoc, @twdgdeadmanwalking, @lunarruled, @wynterlanding, @uncxntrxllable, @lostxones

1. Little Monster

2. Gasoline

3. The Devil in I

4. Tainted Love

5. The Game

6. Joke’s on You

7. Broken Doll

8. Killer

9. High Enough

10. Control

[itsalltoobeautiful]

"you're the prettiest thing i've ever seen."

send "you're the prettiest thing i've ever seen." to see my muse's reaction. ♡

~~~~~ @wynterlanding 🖤

“Ugh, my sweet, charming boy- c’mere, you…”