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dealsanddevils​:

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“No, I’m saying that mortal traditions are dumb,” Hades replied flatly with a shrug of his shoulders, omitting key words on purpose. “I’m plenty fun. I’m usually the life of the party in my crowd, actually.”

“I’m sorry, what are you supposed to be? A stripper? If so, you nailed it,” the god commented, whisking around the ice in his lowball crystal glass in one hand while he leaned on the palm of his other wrist. “as a celebration of the dead? Sure, I can find that enjoyment in that. But as a whole month of utter debauchery? No, that’s more of a Dionysus thing.”

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“Because they’re for mortals, duh,” she answered with an eye roll. If regular mortals found it interesting, then who cared what the pretentious Gods had to say? Anastasia enjoyed simple mortal things, she couldn’t imagine being a different being and having to be so bored with life. She took a decent swig of her drink as she watched him with an unimpressed look. “I won’t believe it, unless I see it.”

“I’m a stripper, every day,” she remarked, realizing too soon that she was too intoxicated and saying things that maybe she shouldn’t. “I’m a sexy clown today, isn’t it obvious?” Anastasia couldn’t help but chuckle at the Dionysus comment, he wasn’t wrong. “Some people like Halloween, though, and if people can celebrate Christmas for what feels like three god damn months, then why not Halloween enjoyers?” 

#{ convo : hades } #{ hades / anastasia - conversations }

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SOPHIE TURNER via gregoryrussellhair Instagram account

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Not only did Anastasia enjoy Halloween, but she also enjoyed carnivals and parties that involved people being brought together. The hustle and bustle brought excitement to her, and would put her in a usually very good mood, which sometimes was rare. This was also the perfect place to meet a man to bring home to her sister and mother, even if it was just for the night. As Anastasia made her way through the busy crowd of the fair with a bag of popcorn in her hands, she couldn’t help but admire the prizes of the games that were presented. She was prone to wasting the money that she made at The Glass Slipper on frivolous items that she didn’t need to purchase and that would eventually be thrown away in the garbage or given in questionable condition to her step-sister. Her head turned towards the person that began speaking to her, and she gave her a small smile. “Probably a few, honestly - plus you’ll probably have to go from one of those stupid mini prizes to a small, then medium, then large.”

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Location- Hell Fair

Beatrice couldn’t actually remember that last time she had been to a carnival. Several years at least, well before the curse for sure. Probably one of the few outings with her siblings where none of them fought, it had been nice. Tonight she didn’t care about the fact that she had other things she needed to be doing. That was all irrelevant because tonight she was going to have fun. She had planned on riding every ride and eating way too much food. Oh she was going to be sick come tomorrow, but that didn’t matter she was too busy basking in the bliss of it. As she made her way past the games, she couldn’t help but notice that the prizes actually weren’t too bad. She didn’t have an interest in playing rigged games, at least she thought she didn’t. That notion quickly changed as her eye caught the halloween themed pusheen plushies offered at one booth. They had no right to be that cute and suddenly she just had to have one. “How many tries do you think it’ll take to actually win one of these games?” She said to the nearest person as she eyed up the game.

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Halloween was possibly one of Anastasia’s favourite holidays; she got to dress up as something that she wasn’t (and never would be), watch scary movies, eat handfuls of sweets, and attempt to scare people herself. She assumed that people who did not enjoy such a holiday were considered not fun. How Anastasia was able to get into the VIP section of the rooftop lounge, she wasn’t sure, but either way, she would make it an enjoyable night for herself. “You’re saying it’s not fun?” She said in mild disbelief, unsure if he was being serious or purely sarcastic. “You don’t think that my costume is just the cutest? I’m sorry, but I consider yourself quite boring if you can’t find the tiniest enjoyment of this holiday.” 

OPEN TO: everyone LOCATION: VIP Rooftop Lounge WHEN: late evening

“Ah, halloween - what a stupendously stupid holiday,” Hades muttered out loud as he took a sip of the dry martini in his right hand while simultaneously glancing at his watch on the left. He sat back in the leather arm chair positioned in the VIP section of a rooftop lounge. “Dia los Muertos is better - at least it involves celebrating the dead. Still no mention of the God of the Underworld, which is aggravating. But I can respect it 5% more than the premise of trying to scare off what goes bump in the night with a silly costume and gorging yourself on candy.”

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Is that ANASTASIA TREMAINE from CINDERELLA ??? She sure looks an awful lot like SOPHIE TURNER. She is a 25 YEAR OLD FEMALE and unfortunately a HUMAN. She is a STRIPPER and MIDDLE TO UPPER CLASS. ANASTASIA is known for being ROMANTIC, HOPEFUL, and INTUITIVE but also INSECURE, SELFISH, and ANNOYING. I hear she is aligned with the VILLAINS so be sure to keep an eye on her. ❝ And look, that’s my sash. She’s wearing my sash. ❞ { julia/she/her/26/cst }

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callmebarley​:

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Barley had never been much of a drinker. In fact, he never went out much unless it was to meet up with other people to play his TTRPGs. It just wasn’t his thing. However, this bar had had an allure – almost as if it was calling to him, and, now, he’s glad he came inside. He’d been doing his best to familiarize himself with the city, but it was just so damned big that he wasn’t certain he’d ever know it the way he knew home.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” He replied with a vulpine grin as the bartender set the drink in front of him. Barley picked it up and took a tentative sip, nodding his head before going in for a bigger gulp. “Delicious, just as I had imagined.” He smiled at her again, a little wetly from the drink, and set his glass down on a coaster because leaving water rings on the bar felt wrong. “So… Anastasia, tell me, what do you do?”

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Anastasia enjoyed drinking; she drank during her mother’s social events, before and after work, when she was with her friends. It was fun and it forced her to step out of her comfort zone, especially at work. Drinking also made the time pass through the dreadful boring days - perhaps she drank a little too often, but she would never outwardly say that she had a problem. She could absolutely last a day without drinking. 

“Alright, let’s do it.” Anastasia gave a determined look towards the shot in front of them. No matter how much she drank, alcohol was sometimes hard to get done. She picked up the glass of liquor and took a generous swig before setting it down on the coaster and pushing it away from her. “Hm... Usually, I tell people that I’m a socialite and that my mother is rich, but I’m tipsy enough to question if you will judge my real answer.” 

#{ convo : barley } #{ bustling crowds or silent sleepers }

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cutekyddcarson​:

“Another hour and a half or so,” he told her as he waved the bartender down for the requested soda. “Then I’m going to bed,” he laughed. “I’ve been up since six and I’m starting to feel it.” He turned to her, taking her long fingers in his hands and gently played with them. “Of course I did.” He smiled sweetly at her. “I would be foolish not to miss the gift of your presence.” He was not a natural born flirt. He started off as an awkward farm boy who grew up in Wisconsin. He had practiced in the mirror for many hours to be comfortable with it. He had no idea what he was doing to the pretty redhead in front of him by it tho he certainly never meant for it to be malicious. “Wanna dance?” He said, his eyes crinkling merrily as he held out his hand to her.

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Anastasia checked the clock once again with furrowed eyebrows. She had about two hours, which was the perfect amount of time to woo and distract Kydd - certainly the perfect man to bring home to her mother and sister. She wondered if her family would be jealous of the men that Anastasia chose. “I’m sure that you’re very tired, then.” Poor guy, he must have been absolutely exhausted. “Oh, you make a girl swoon so much, Kydd!” She exclaimed, shoving his shoulder flirtatiously, this was becoming too much for her. Anastasia grabbed his hand, her heart pounding in her ear. “Of course I do, don’t you know me at all?”

#{ convo : kydd } #{ bustling crowds or silent sleepers }

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alphonsejager​:

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“Call me Alphonse,” he corrected her with a sly grin spreading across his mug. He half glanced at his watch, keeping an eye on how much time he had before he needed to be back. His pay for what he did was fantastic, but it came with high expectations. 

“Living my best life, Anastasia, living my best life,” the tall, well-dressed man said, resting a strong hand on her shoulder and giving it a squeeze. “Had to come spend my payday someway on the right company. Tell your boss you’re clocked out for the night,” he reached into his jacket, pulling out a few hundred dollar bills to give to her, “and that’s just to clock out.”

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“Alphonse?” Anastasia repeated with a tilt of her head, a wide smile sliding across her face towards him. This meant that they were on a personal level, which meant more money and better opportunities.

“Glad to hear that, truly,” she said, trying to remain her composure; truthfully, she wasn’t used to this sort of touch here. “I’m clocked out? Oh sure, but you better entertain my time differently then.” Because she refused to go home and be with her family for the rest of the evening - talk about boring. She took the money from him, astounded; she was never supposed to question the money that was given to her.  “Are you sure you want to give this much?”

#{ convo : alphonse } #{ bustling crowds or silent sleepers }

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Anastasia became an employee to the strip club in Los Santos the moment that she had turned eighteen, right before graduating high school. In the past seven years of employment, she learned that most of the customers were regulars with some having a preference for red-heads, which she used to her full advantage. The love and adoration that Anastasia got from her customers was enough of an emotional bandaid.

“Hmm?” Anastasia spun towards the man over her shoulder to give him a bemused look - wasn’t he a sight for sore eyes. Initially, she didn’t recognize him in the dark with the occasional strobe lights flashing, but after a moment of racking her brain, she did. “Mr Jagger,” she cooed, running her hand up his bicep and putting on a smile. “It’s been so long, I’m happy that you’re back and actually staying for awhile. I hope you’re doing well.”

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Alphonse was versatile, adaptable gentleman, but the city was where he thrived. The jungles had their moments - there was no one around for miles to hear screams. He could be as brutal as he wanted with his master’s targets. But it lacked the vigor and excitement that the city had; it also lacked strip clubs and bars. That was the first place Alphonse B-lined to the moment he got a chance.

“Long time no see, Anastasia,” the man cooed into the woman’s as he leaned over her shoulder from behind. It’d been at least a year since he’d been in town, always traveling for ‘work’. “I might just be sticking around for awhile this time.”

#{ convo : alphonse } #{ bustling crowds or silent sleepers }

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barbieswcrld​:

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Barbie was happy to be in the company of another female instead of one of the men around here. Her day to day life had enough toleration for people and she made sure to enjoy her free time and whomever she was spending it with. Some days it felt nearly impossible to avoid the constant gaze of a world surrounded by men but Barbie tried her best to fight off the assumptions that came with being a woman. Dealing with men in the fashion world was one thing, going out into the city and dealing with them there was another. She didn’t understand the girls that longed for a simple life with someone. In fact, Barbie hadn’t even considered herself as one that would ever date anyone in the first place. Sure she’d had flings but no one made her stop and think about wanting to share the rest of her life with them. She had aspirations and she didn’t want anything to get in the way of that. 

As she eyed the room once more she couldn’t help but show her displeasure in her face. “I don’t blame you, none of them are even worth your breath. I think if a man wants a girl bad enough they won’t even need to try, it’ll just come naturally,” she said a matter of factly. For someone who hadn’t been in love herself she liked to think she knew a bit about it. “A shame, isn’t it? No one cares about pink these days.” Even though she was joking there was an element of truth to her statement. How she wished everyone saw clothing, color, and even fabric, the way that she did. 

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It was nice to have a friend like Barbie. Usually, Anastasia found herself having a difficult time making friends, especially from the female gender - she was a jealous girl. But instead of being shockingly jealous of a girl like Barbie, Anastasia found herself comfortable and safe around the blonde. It was refreshing to have Anastasia not mold her personality around what her mother, sister, or a man might want, it was easy to be herself around someone so effortlessly cool... and nice. Lady Tremaine had made it clear what sort of qualities a man had wanted from his wife, such as being: having grace, being poised and effortlessly beautiful, knows how to cook and clean, have money, be untouched and sexually clean. Except Anastasia was not untouched and she would never be considered as ‘clean’. Little did Lady Tremaine know, Anastasia enjoyed being around men with questionable backstories, who would make her feel whole on the inside. Part of Anastasia agreed with Barbie that men were scum while part of her wanted a man to love and adore her. 

“Hmmm, maybe you’re right about that.” They were not worth her time, and yet? She wanted them to approach her in lineups outside of the door. “Are you seeing anyone right now, or are you destined to stay single for forever?” The less men for Barbie meant more for Anastasia. “It’s probably because they’re so oblivious and don’t care about things like that.” But really, did anyone care as much about the different shades of pink, besides Barbie? Pink was definitely Anastasia’s favourite colour, but she wouldn’t consider it a passion. “Do people in general care for pink as much as you do?”

#{ convo : barbie } #{ bustling crowds or silent sleepers }

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cutekyddcarson​:

He grinned and laughed. “I mean, I will but I have to pace myself. I’m gonna be here for a while.” He settled back on the bar stool and resisted the urge to do a spin on the chair. “That’s good to hear though. Have you been on vacation though? I haven’t seen you around and I gotta say, it’s been a bit lonely without you hear to talk to.”

He was aware that she could be a bit clingy but that didn’t bother him in the slightest. It was nice to have a friend that was there for him in her own special way. He leaned closer to her to hear her over the sound of the pulsing music. “I got a new gig so things have been a little while so I actually may have just missed you around, actually,” he admitted with a huff. “Annoying but necessary.”

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“You’re going to be here for awhile?” Anastasia questioned with a head tilt. That certainly interested her to the point of wishing that she didn’t have to run off to work in the next few hours. How unfortunate. She leaned against the back of her chair and turned her full body towards him, it made her brain explode to know that he was wondering about her. “No, no vacation for me or my family, just work.” And that kept her busy enough. “You’ve been lonely without me?” 

And boy, did that make her brain go crazy. He was certainly someone that her mother and sister would be proud of - and truthfully, they would be a little shocked. “You actually missed me? What are you doing to me, Kydd Carson, are you trying to make me go crazy?” She half-joked with a cheeky smile.

#{ convo : kydd } #{ bustling crowds or silent sleepers }

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auroras-dawn​:

Aurora just so happened to be looking up at a bird sitting on the awning of the store. She sidestepped it to avoid being pooped on and found herself colliding with another person. She instantly found herself apologizing to them because it had certainly not been her intention to run into anyone. She was pulled up short, listening to the woman’s surprised tone. She pointed up at the awning and stammered a moment before dropping her hand. “No,” she finally said with a sweet smile. “Is yours?”

People with over-the-top personalities always turned Anastasia off, what exactly did they have to be so happy about? It didn’t make sense. The red-head’s eyebrows furrowed together and her nose wrinkled as she got a better look at the dreamy blonde. Her eyes followed the extended arm of the other girl to the pointed bird. “A bird? That’s what you were distracted by?” Anastasia questioned, sounding on the verge of being disgusted. “Uh, no, I live in the real world.” 

#{ convo : aurora } #{ bustling crowds or silent sleepers }

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callmebarley​:

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Barley was completely oblivious to the effect he was having on the pretty redhead. All he knew was that she was offering company, and he’d felt pretty lonely in Los Santos since leaving home. Everything he knew was back in New Mushroomton, and he’d had to start over. The only people he knew were the ones he’d met through work, so seeing someone outside of those confines – however brief – was a bit of a relief.

“Sounds delicious.” Barley said perhaps too excitedly when she said what she was drinking. He nodded his head vigorously, “Yeah, yeah, I’ll have one of those. Then it’s my turn to pick… we can make it a game.” He offered another vulpine grin, thrusting his hand out to meet hers. “Anastasia Tremaine… oh, we’re giving out last names? Barley Lightfoot, at your service.”

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It was so comfortable in Los Santos that Anastasia could never see herself leaving. She made enough money for herself just in case her mother and sister deemed that the town was not good enough for the likes of them, but Anastasia had no intention to leave, ever. She knew Los Santos like the back of her hand, it had a tender place in her heart.

“Good, you better be ready for it.” She turned back to the bartender and ordered a round of drink for the two. “Sure, that’ll make it more fun for me at work.” More flirty, seductive, outgoing. With alcohol, it didn’t feel like she was clonking around the club, she felt graceful. A smile stretched out on the red-head’s face as she extended her hand as well. “We’re in such a high calibre place that it’s only appropriate to use surnames as well.” A laugh came from her after she finished her drink. “It’s quite the pleasure, Barley Lightfoot.”

#{ convo : barley } #{ bustling crowds or silent sleepers }

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CINDERELLA: A TWIST IN TIME

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Before noon, the shops were boring and slow, there was no action going on. Lady Tremaine had woken up Anastasia after having a long night and forced her out of bed to go pick up. a couple of groceries. Why Anastasia’s step-sister could not go out and do it was beyond Anastasia, but she nonetheless threw on whatever comfortable clothes that were on her floor and made her way towards the bustling stores. Usually, she would have rather stayed in bed until she had to leave, but sometimes starting the day early was better than feeling like a bag of shit in bed. As she made her way into the grocery store, she collided right into the dreamy blonde coming from the store. “Ugh!” She took a step back, taking a good look at the other female. “Is your head in the clouds?” 

It was fairly calm in aurora’s household. Although her aunties had been up early, they had grown quiet as they tried to figure out what to do for breakfast. She had lain in bed, a small smile playing on her face as she counted down the seconds until they poked their heads into her room — one, two, three, and asked her to run to the store. She acquiesced and got ready to go, pulling her hair up and sliding into her comfortable clothes to make the trip. Bread and eggs. It wasn’t a surprise they needed them. She had never met someone so inept at cooking. Still, she was glad to get out and embrace the day fully, walking to the store with her purse thrown over her shoulder. Today felt like a good day. She was sure of it.

#{ convo : aurora } #{ bustling crowds or silent sleepers }

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barbieswcrld​:

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Barbie knew how to play up a room, it was a skill she had to learn quickly to ever get where she needed to go. Between taking photos for her social media to advocating for her own designs, she needed to be charming. That always started with something as simple as knowing how to make anything look its best, no matter the situation. Tonight she’d come to the bar alone after a rough day of meetings that all ended up going nowhere. Sometimes it just wasn’t the right deal or time but she always appreciated the offer and continued to grind herself towards the top. 

It wasn’t the ideal spot to be alone but she liked to keep to herself on the end of the bar, shooing away any men who tried to approach her. This was Barbie’s time to unwind from the day while not allowing any creeps to slip in between her and her alone time. There was an exception when it was a girl though, she always had time for that. Barbie turned to look at the redhead and gave her a small smile. “Only if I can get the next one, it’s a little sad drinking alone on a weekend, don’t you think? Better than any of the grosso’s in here,” she said motioning towards some of the sleazy men at the surrounding tables. “Probably don’t even know the difference between carnation and salmon pink.”

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As much as Anastasia loved men, she also very well knew how disgusting and perverted they could be. Part of the fun of being a female was the part of playing in the system that men so conveniently made. She knew the game, how to play it, how to make men happy, and what she had to do to force herself further in a man dominated world. Unfortunately, Anastasia truly desired to get married and to find happiness in that way, but she never truly believed that anyone could love her. She was awkward, clumsy, ungraceful, and at times, purely unpleasant. It was the wall that she had built up after her father passed away, and then the terrible defence mechanism when her second father died; if her two fathers could die, she could do whatever she wanted. The boyfriends that Anastasia had in her teen years was the bandaid of the internal knife wound that would never heal; they were either much older than her, from the wrong sides of town, hateful, or pure cruel. In her head, life was rough and cruel, even if she was spoiled with riches and gold. 

Barbie was right, there were grossos in here. Not that Anastasia really minded, she recognized a few of the men from the strip club that she worked at. Most of the men that enjoyed Anastasia’s services were not good people; they were disgusting, obnoxious, and forceful. A wider smile spread along Anastasia’s face as she moved seats to sit closer to her friend. “A little sad, yeah, but also kind of nice too, right? I mean, I’d rather drink with you than any of these, uh... men here.” They were less than men, they didn’t have a single coherent thought in their stupid, little brains, and that was the perfect combination when Anastasia was at work. “They absolutely do not. Unfortunately, they have one thing on their brain and it’s not colours.”

#{ convo : barbie } #{ bustling crowds or silent sleepers }