#gildcdglory; juliana

[fcathcrtouch]

˗ˏˋ closed VALENTINE'S DAY starter ; 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 @gildcdglory ´ˎ˗ location: the midas touch (kai's gallery/studio)

her brush swept across the last cloud in the pale sky and she took a step back, chewing at its wooden end. she really shouldn't be doing that, -- there was paint everywhere -- but she hadn't been this fixated on painting in a while. it was the only time she would allow the state of her backroom private studio to be the way it was now: the canvases strewn about the floors, a sushi take-out box left forgotten on the wayside, and several pallets with various mixed colours laid all around her. the only semblance of serenity was the soft jazz playing over the speakers. but it was her valentine's day treat -- to herself. a full, uninterrupted evening of painting to her heart's content.

she eyed the contrast, where the soft red-purple hues of dawn and the deep ocean blue intersected and tilted her head. something was missing... but it would have to wait until the paints dried. and by the time on the clock ( 11:38 pm ), she should really pack it in. she glanced down at the smudges of blues, reds and yellows on her hands and figured the colour would have ended up on her face and in her hair somehow. she was debating whether or not to use the shower she had set up in the studio just for this purpose or wash up at home, when a thud echoed from the main room of the gallery. her hands grabbed the closest thing she could reach, her pallet knife, and immediately rounded the corner. the pitch-black shadows of the dark foyer concealed her well enough and she moved around the familiar space with silent ease. but mentally she was scoffing at whoever was trying to break in. the gallery had been closed for hours at this point and the lights were off save the faint glow of her studio in the back. no one should be coming here, especially at this time of night. so if this was their sorry excuse for a robbery attempt, she hoped for their sake they knew who they were robbing. no honour among thieves is a motto she agrees with, but no one robs her. she finally made it to the large windowed front-- and several people suddenly ran by; one laughing and pushing another straight into her windows -- thud -- before they continued to run off. she let out a tensed breath and laughed. maybe it was time to go home. she didn't even bother collecting her things and fished the keys out of her pocket and let herself out of the gallery. but as soon as she stepped out onto the street she nearly ran into someone. ❛ oh-- i'm terribly sorry,❜ her usually perceptive senses must have been still frazzled from moments before, and it suddenly hit her how she must've looked. the hand she had reached out was still covered in paint, but then she noticed it. the crimson shade was visible even under moonlight. it wasn't only the deep red colour that got her but the amount of it. before she could even ask if the other was ok, the words just slipped out, ❛ whose blood is that ? ❜

#gildcdglory; juliana #wow she got real dramatic there for a sec #and for what lkasdf #and im sorry this got wayyy long

[warystares]

✘ CLOSED / ft. juliana leon ( @gildcdglory ) on the faceless ship / in a bathroom somewhere

the acrid taste of BLOOD permeates a bitten tongue, pungently metallic & sour from the salty tang of SWEAT ; shards of porcelain clink in the dark recesses behind a split lip and your guess is as good as saint's whether the splinters embedded inside his cheek are from his MASK or his TEETH. he writhes, impatient, on cold marble. don't ask him how many FIGHTS he's been in tonight ― truth is, he's lost count. ( one too many blows to the head ? or has he truly come out VICTORIOUS enough that the number's become irrelevant ? it's hard to say ! ) and he'd still be in it, too, if he could ― had to get DRAGGED out as it were, shortly after stark black began to creep into the edges of a field of VIOLENT RED. he'd not even been able to hear the THUD of his body as it slammed against the ring over the pulsing of his heartbeat in his ears. each breath he draws in is ragged, greedy, as if with every gulp he's stealing back the wind knocked from his lungs by the masked victor who BESTED him.

even when he concentrates enough to STEADY his gaze, he's still seeing T W O of her. ( four if he counts her reflections in the mirror to his back, only barely visible in his peripheral if he really looks. ) juliana león. what a LUCKY bastard he is to have her in his corner, huh ? someone to help CLEAN him up when his brother can't. and where is silas, anyway ? ❝ y'gotta patch me up GOOD, jules, ❞ he slurs with a chipped, crimson GRIN. a callused hand reaches out and saint steadies himself on her shoulder ; he may be seated, yes, but make no mistake, he is SWAYING. ❝ fix me up real good so's i can ― i can get back OUT there. ❞ a pause, and damp curls topple into an inquisitive tilt. he licks his lips ― STILL BLOOD ― and resists the urge to spit in the sink, swallowing it down instead. ( is all of it his ? surely not ! ) a half-hidden smirk punctuates the vulgar action, and saint makes an EFFORT to meet her gaze. ❝ how'd y'know it was me anyway ? or you jus'― FUCK, are you just that much of a good samaratan ? ❞ don't tell him he's not SPECIAL. ❝ you treat everybody this nice ? ❞

#✘ saint clarke | conversation #✘ event | the faceless ship #✘ saint / juliana 001 #violence tw #injury tw #honestly idk what this is sorry to u and sorry to juliana #also did i miss any other triggers idk pls lmk

[gildcdglory]

GILDCDGLORY – a private, multimuse blog for lawlessfm

FEATURING –––

Seon Haneul- CFO of Old World Casino/Underboss of Burning Gods (intro. interactions. visage. musings. pinterest)

Juliana León- Nurse/Medic for the Executioners (intro. interactions. visage. musings. pinterest)

Kit Sharpe- Investigative journalist (intro. interactions. visage. musings. pinterest)

Jade Molina- Underground fighter/Associate for the White Crocodiles (intro. interactions. visage. musings. Pinterest)

Link Adair- Replicant/ Bartender at the Godfather (intro. interactions. visage. musings. pinterest)

Liena Chen- Owner of the Metropolitan Opera House/Boss of the Jade Tribe (intro. interactions. visage. musings. pinterest)

Eve Nouvel- Replicant/Spokesperson for Stoneage Industries (intro. interactions. visage. musings. pinterest)

Maeve Sinclair- Safe Cracker/Associate for Hanging Man (intro. interactions. visage. musings. pinterest)

[hcavysoulss]

closed starter for @gildcdglory… / ft. navya + juliana.

if there was one thing navya loved above most all things it was spending time with her friends. especially on a night like tonight. the wine was good and the gossip was even better. "and then i told him that if he wanted to stick that anywhere near me i would personally walk him to my boss." she said with a sigh, "its like men have no couth anymore." taking a sip of wine she looked over to her friend, "enough about me. tell me all about you. how's work? anything weird happen to you lately?" she asked, as she filled her friends glass back up with more wine. "i need details!" navya giggled.

#navya: threads. #ft. juliana #navya.

[acridtongue]

CLOSED FOR: @gildcdglory, juliana! LOCATION: executioner's hq, amidst the debate.

eunha wasn't the most confrontational of the lot — not verbally at least. often, he just lingered and listened. compacted information for later, stored opinions like a weapon cache. now, more than ever, he speaks his mind. juliana, notably, has her eyes on a different perspective. take the bluff between teeth and swallow ; stay complacent. it wasn't worded that way, but that's how it sounded to eunha. complacent, stationary, the worst kind of stalemate. [ Mind your anger. Focus. ]

" tell me again, why, we should take this bluff seriously? " eunha has no real authority here, no power. if anything he's who emulates the power. one direction, one word and he's swinging in whatever manner needed. just an associate on paper, but much more than meets the eye. " consider. we take it seriously, we stay ... " he feels his skin crawling, " holed up here and they take advantage anyway. nothing productive about that, nothing. just a fucking gift basket handed over. "

#* EUNHA / interactions #* EUNHA ft juliana #LAWLESSEVENT003

[ofcruelheart]

closed to @gildcdglory / juliana & janus / executioners hq, as the city burns around them

"Juliana." Janus endeavors to compose his unrest into a facade of calm as he takes his position beside her, a deep sigh burgeoning in his chest, yet restrained from release. Her hesitation, though palpable, is not entirely incomprehensible; the night is fraught with fear. It's easy to feel overwhelmed, to sense that the forces conspiring to immobilize them loom larger than those in their favor—after all, determination and momentum are ethereal, while the threats of ruin tied to their actions are all too concrete.

"Speak to me. What is it that you're feeling?"

#int: janus #w: juliana #lawlessevent003