Margaret Qualley As Rebecca Marin In Sanctuary (2022)

*    ◟    :    〔   angela sarafyan  ,     cisfemale    +   she-her    〕      tennessee gant ,      some say you’re a  fourty-three  lost soul among the neon lights.      known for being both  determined  and  inflexible,  one can’t help but think of  the devil  by   banks  when you walk by.    are you still a    cfo  at   anunnaki pharmaceuticals,     even with your reputation as the tenacious?     i think we’ll be seeing more of you and  pink lips in a thin line, the chill from seeing something move in the back corner of the bar, the condescending pat on your head.    although we can’t help but think of shirley schmidt (boston legal), catherine of aragon (the spanish princess), dolores abernathy (westworld), queen ravenna (snow white and the huntsman).    whenever we see you down these rainy streets. ’

BASICS

NAME: tennessee baron gant NICKNAMES: essie JOB: cfo, anunnaki pharmaceuticals BIRTHDAY: january 1st ZODIAC: capricorn sun SEXUALITY: bisexual  GENDER: ciswoman, she/her RELIGION: none THREE POSITIVE TRAITS: determined, mature, persuasive THREE NEGATIVE TRAITS: inflexible, confrontational, judemental ENNEAGRAM: 8w9 MYERS-BRIGGS: enfj AESTHETIC: pink lips in a thin line, the chill from seeing something move in the back corner of the bar, the condescending pat on your head CHARACTER INSPO: shirley schmidt (boston legal), catherine of aragon (the spanish princess), dolores abernathy (westworld), queen ravenna (snow white and the huntsman) LIKES: DISLIKES:

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WANTED CONNECTIONS

estranged daughter

ex/father of daughter (could also be estranged or a one-night stand)

current fling/fwb/casual relationship

other exes

work enemy

confidant

someone with connections that helps her get things she wants

current connections

ex-husband: vinny nolan

old friend/casual ex: frankie levin

work rivals: diana ingram

girl boss besties: rowan rockwell

FAST FACTS

while in school, essie accidentally fell pregnant (boyfriend/casual fling/one night stand), and thought briefly she could do both - be successful and be a mother

essie had bigger plans than being a mother, so being pregnant in her early twenties was not ideal

after giving birth, she tried the mothering thing before deciding she couldn't do that and instead gave her daughter up for adoption

then essie focused entirely on her career and climbing the ladder at anunnaki until she made it to coveted cfo

never had time for too many relationships, comes off as harsh, believes in the future that anunnaki can bring

she's the kind of person that either loves you, hates you, or if for some reason you don't fall in either of those categories she forgets you exist

more to come...

@murdcrofcrows essie & vinny striker's lane

"well, well, well...look what the cat dragged in." tennessee walked up to her ex-husband - despite the fact that she was the one approaching him it still felt like he was the one dragged about. "you're always checking up on me, so i thought it was time for me to pay back the favor." she glances around, arms crossing over her chest. "how are things going over here? spick and span right?"

@wrvtchedhearts taylor & zakir where: out !

"hey!" taylor calls out, turning around and doubling back to the familiar face that had just passed her by. their hand reaches out to stop his arm, smiling brightly up at zakir. "wow, just gonna pass me by without stopping to stay hello?" she teases, head cocked to the side as she looks at him, waiting for his apology, or explanation. not that they really needed one, but it would be funny to see one provided. "you off to anywhere busy?"

otis didn't consider himself a classy man by any means, or one who had their indulgences. but every now and then otis found their way to the ballet, usually a cheap nosebleed ticket, but anything that could get them there. and then he'd spend some time hanging around after ward, saying words of thanks and kindness to the ballerinas, trying to seem like he was there for the whole company, not for a single ballerina. but then again, otis was very good at lying or faking it.

today was no different, the nutcracker is a classic and he talks it up to being a holiday tradition for him (his parents never found the ballet interesting and he only went once as a kid), as he waits outside, eyes looking for the blonde. he doesn't know why he does this, it's not like she'll ever give them the time of day. but still they can't help it, a single rose in hand.

but then she's walking forward, smiling at him, as beautiful as ever. "oh, actually." they can't believe she recognizes him - was he being creepy? "yea, i come every now and then but uh, actually i wanted to talk to you." they nod, hand holding out the rose. "you were exceptionally beautiful tonight, the company is lucky to have you."

who: @tendrflesh ( otis )

where: new york ballet company

the show went well, dominika felt like she was completely on point the whole way through. which reassured her that she still had several years left performing before she'd be forced to retire. by then, perhaps, she'll have enough money to do nothing for the rest of her life or climbed her way to the top of burning gods. as per usual, she changed into comfortable pair of leggings, shirt, sweater, and sneakers. out in public she doesn't normally dress down but after performing it's essential to be comfortable and let her muscles rest as much as possible. while she enjoys meeting fans of the show, she's fully used to not being the center of attention and certainly didn't waste her time expecting it. that only led to disappointment. that's why when she noticed a familiar face stood out from the crowd, she assumed he was waiting to see the prima or the premier and while she didn't know him well she approached anyways. a quiet one, with a shy smile but still an edge to him. perhaps a sadness? she wasn't sure.

"if you're waiting to meet them you ought to push your way up there, there's only a couple nutcracker performances left and then you'll have to wait a few months before you get another chance." dominika adjusted her bag over her shoulder and nodded to the small crowd that was forming. saying performances were almost done aloud gave her a sense of relief. no more ten hour practices and more room for other activities, until they started up again for the spring premiere. "i think i've seen you here before, no?" russian accent thick with her tiredness.

they can't help but laugh as he approaches, still finding delight and humor in their silly little marriage and divorce. "maybe i did, maybe it's for someone else." she teases, reciprocating the hug with ease and leaning back in her seat. her fingers play with the stem of her martini glass as he gives his excuse for being late. it's expected, and taylor doesn't really care why he's late, but she appreciates the effort at least. "ah, were you involved in the train incident? or just an innocent bystander?" though they know he's far from innocent. both of them are. "would you believe me if i said no?" she questions, nodding to the bartender for his attention as the bright smile returns. "so catch me up on your life, you know i'm nosy."

taylor so happened to be one of the people that he'd show up for whenever they asked. now that didn't always mean he was on time ( and he rarely was, to anything ) but unlike some people he would blow off if he was having a better time elsewhere, she never had to worry about if he would come. just when. walking into the olive branch always made him feel underdressed and that didn't get better when he saw her sitting at the bar looking like a twelve out of ten. he approached with a low whistle and a smile. "damn, ex-wife, you get all dolled up for me? you're smokin' tonight." he leaned in to greet her with a quick hug before hopping up on the seat next to her. "sorry, got caught up in a last minute delivery in brooklyn and something went down on the train over. did you miss me?" he beamed a grin at her.

with ease she picks out a small bag of chips, a candy bar, a pack of twizzlers, moving to check out the options of slushies as the cashier, donovan, perks up. their fingers pull at the twizzlers and pull one out, taking a bite. "you've had three and you're alright? hm..." she cocks her head to glance at them before moving past.

for some reason a twinge of guilt and nerves flashes through her. he doesn't recognize her, would he? she's unsure if she would recognize him if she hadn't been keeping tabs recently. taylor could never just be normal either and give him a call or show up and introduce herself, no for some reason they always had to turn things into a game. maybe it was just the boredom of life. with a shrug they step up to where he is, placing their items on the counter and taking another bite of the twizzler in her mouth with a smile. "any other deals i should know about..." she pauses studying him, memories flashing back to childhood, ones hidden deep down that she never wanted to address. "donnie." this time the smile is innocent, begging almost, hoping he'll recognize it. that he'll smile and be thrilled by her presence. that's something they were always afraid of - showing up back in their siblings lives and being rejected.

he'd be lying if he said that it didn't eat at donovan how his sibling had turned out. a part of him, a secret part, had always laid awake and thought about how the others must be doing, having happier lives than him. raven had been smarter, taylor had been sweeter, the two deserved better than what they'd all collectively been given. donnie knew he was trash but...that didn't mean his siblings had to be as well.

he should've done more. tried harder. why did life shit on them, then continue to deteriorate further? life seemed to have set the kowalski's up only to immediately smite them down afterwards. only through sheer defiance and a constant need to survive was donovan here today, behind the counter of the gas station he worked at, smashing the different slushie options together in one overly-large cup to create something...different. boredom had struck, it seemed.

"hot dogs are 50% off," donnie calls out to whoever just walked in. "on account of them...well. they were sat defrosting in the room for a while. i've had 3 though and i'm still seeing straight so, it's not all bad!"

Lakeith Stanfield

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*     ◟    :    〔   margaret qualley  ,      demi-woman   +   she/they    〕   taylor ryan ,      some say you’re a  twenty - five  lost soul among the neon lights.      known for being both  perceptive  and  evasive,  one can’t help but think of  i’m your man  by mitski  when you walk by.    are you still a    empress   /     principal ballerina  at   the snake den   /  nya ballet,     even with your reputation as the the opulent?     i think we’ll be seeing more of you and  skin glittering under the moonlight, doe eyes looking up at you, ribbons flowing in the wind, diamond rings over gloved hands.   although we can’t help but think of juliet capulet (romeo & juliet), daisy buchanan (the great gatsby), ophelia (hamlet), sansa stark (game of thrones).    whenever we see you down these rainy streets. ’

BASICS

NAME: taylor isabella ryan (originally kowalski) NICKNAMES: none JOB: nyc principal ballerina, empress in the snake den BIRTHDAY: april 19th ZODIAC: aries sun SEXUALITY: pansexual  GENDER: demi-woman, she/they RELIGION: non practicing catholic THREE POSITIVE TRAITS: perceptive, inviting, demanding THREE NEGATIVE TRAITS: evasive, vain, needy ENNEAGRAM: 7w8 MYERS-BRIGGS: enfj AESTHETIC:  skin glittering under the moonlight, doe eyes looking up at you, ribbons flowing in the wind, diamond rings over gloved hands CHARACTER INSPO:  juliet capulet (romeo & juliet), daisy buchanan (the great gatsby), ophelia (hamlet), sansa stark (game of thrones) LIKES: DISLIKES:

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WANTED CONNECTIONS

serious ex (or ex fiance?)

frenemies

someone she has charmed for her own needs

a mentor of some sort

flings/fwbs

current connections

ex-husband: bash owens (they were young and dumb)

casual fling: bash owens

siblings: raven & donovan kowalski

FAST FACTS

youngest sister of donovan and raven

is the only sibling that 'made it'

was eventually adopted by a very rich family who gave taylor everything they could ever want

distances herself from her past/siblings to keep up with her 'princess' persona she adopted

though given everything, she always wanted more, is also resentful of her parents and the life they easily lead

is a bit of a romantic at heart (or as romantic as she could)

lawful evil

has her own rules she follow, at the expense of others

on the prowl for more power hence the snake den

studied art for a while

was a dancer in her youth, now principal ballerina for nycb

considers herself classy & above others because of her money

father worked in government, mother was a philanthropist though she could have whatever she wanted, taylor still resents them...

self-obsessed and joined snake den, just because she should and seems to have a vendetta against everyone

more to come...

"perfect, have i ever told you that you always know exactly what to say?" essie smiles, something people usually akin to that of a shark baring its teeth, but it's genuine in this moment. "you deserve a night off my lovely lady! so please, let us carry ourselves over in that direction." she coos this time, leaning back up and nodding in that direction already starting to walk backwards, beckoning the other along.

she genuinely enjoyed her time with pilar, tennessee always likes to collect beautiful powerful women in her pocket. "what's your poison for tonight ma'am?"

there was just the minor house keeping that needed to be done . file some paper work , make sure guest accounts were in order — the dumb , mundane shit that would make the normal person reek with boredom . but pilar found it oddly satisfying . . . seeing as though she spent a majority of her life overseeing brainwashed children & killing others for their offspring . no , no this pace was MUCH more her speed these days . looking up from the screen before her , pilar managed a smirk toward tennessee — shaking her head . " almost . lucky for you , i kept the bar open . "