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a little revamp with new ideas
a little revamp with new ideas
a little revamp with new ideas
a little revamp with new ideas
a little revamp with new ideas
a little revamp with new ideas
i’m alive and working on something ! update soon.
look at my cuban princess !! isn’t she beautiful ?? not feeling like writing at all; hence i might put this blog at a little hiatus. in the meantime: should i give a rph / manip / resource blog another chance ??
Hello hello ugly mobile post, but here’s an update: I’ve been busy family + feeling very exhausted. Will try to be online this weekend!!
i want historical drama plots. i want wwi and wwii. i want vikings taking over a village. i want a family struggling to make ends meet during the great depression. i want a flapper and a wolf on wall street in the roaring twenties. i want arranged marriages. i want 1800s plots. i want pioneers. i want salem at the peak of the witch age. i want pilgrims. i want everything. GIVE IT TO ME.
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“ it’s too dangerous for you to be out here… let me escort you back home, please. ”
“ ━━ what, are you mad ?! no, no. i’m going to get my camera and broadcast this live. this is huge !”
darthwclker:
THE DREAMS SEEMED TO BECOME MORE VIVID. Every time Anakin closed his eyes, nightmares surrounded him like a dark cloud. He would wake up with sweat covered him, curly blonde hair sticking to his forehead for dear life, and then he wouldn’t sleep anymore. A tired look had become his nature, and not many questioned him anymore. Darkness was rising, and Anakin could feel himself slipping away. He wasn’t the Jedi he was supposed to be anymore. Anakin knew that, but he couldn’t stop it. His mind was chaotic, and his feelings of fear were dangerously strong, just like his anger. Taking in a deep breath, he closed his eyes gently before letting the air go. Eye lid’s fluttering open before they looked out the window again. Darkness hiding most of his features, but some lit up by the light outside.
ANAKIN COULD SENSE OBI-WAN ENTER THE ROOM, but he didn’t say anything or move until he did. Head-turning to look at the man that didn’t seem to be able to sleep as well, and he found himself wondering why. ‹ They are constant lately, just like when I was a padawan. › His words are soft as he fixed the robe that kept him warm. Anakin was scared to say more in fear of judgement. He didn’t trust the Jedi order any more. He knew they didn’t trust him either, even after everything he had done for them. ‹ Why are you awake? You usually aren’t awake during these hours › Anakin could sense the concern from his former master, and as he stepped closer. Anakin found himself take a look at him, scanning him to find something, but the light ruined it all.
FINGERS BRUSHED THROUGH his trimmed beard and obi-wan leaned against the glass behind him. although the darkness surrounded them, the dark blond offered anakin a small smile and nodded agreeing. he wasn’t the usual one to be found awake at such hour; but his mind kept him on the edge ( for various and obvious reasons ). “indeed, you’re right, anakin. it’s been a few days since a proper night sleep and i’m afraid i won’t be sleeping well any time soon.” voice calm and low, careful not to wake others. he then stepped forward and placed a hand on anakin’s back ; gesturing to enter another room where both of them could talk in peace. dimmed lights revealed a little more of facial structures and the jedi let out a sigh as he watched his former padawan. the man looked even more exhausted than other days and it was no secret that obi was concerned about his well being. the tall one sat down on one of the couches and poured both of them a glass of an expensive beverage. light blue eyes searched for his. “would you like to talk about them ?” he meant the nightmares, his feelings and whatever kept him awake ━ while obi was first and foremost concerned, curiosity played a role as well. there was another smile playing around his lips as he took a sip. “perhaps there is still some knowledge or wisdom i can share with you.”
plot : we’re strangers (or former class-mates, former neighbors, etc.) both stuck in a tiny airport all day because we were bumped from our flight in some small town that barely has flights going in and out. maybe we’re missing important events. we bond at the gate over our mutual distress. / open to all.
YOU COULD TELL THAT the woman was upset over the delayed flight. stuck on a small airport in the middle of nowhere while she was supposed to be on the side of the country. manicured nails quickly dialed the number of her client ( a bride ) ; trying to explain that she wouldn’t make it in time or, if even, extremely late. tabea promised her a backup and no charge, nevertheless both women ended the call very short on words. tabea cussed while she tossed her phone into her bag and considered driving hours to the wedding destination. dark eyes looked at the stranger that seemed to share the situation. “━ you look all fancy. are you about to miss an important appointment as well ?”
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“I believe you and I trust you,” These words meant a lot to Lavender, she wouldn’t say it to anyone, as much as she was a golden-hearted girl who tried to see the best in everyone and every situation, she was also insecure and it was not that easy to trust someone else. But Dan… He was easy to trust. He had this amazing comforting and protective aura she loved so much. It was written all over his face how concerned he was about her with the paparazzi outside waiting for them, it was not easy for him to bring someone else into this, especially someone who’s not used to this world. “We won’t know if they will love me until we show and see what happens in the next chapters. I hope they do though. I’ll have a ton of fans and some haters too, I’m pretty sure,” She knew fans could be a little intense, overprotective and even obsessive towards their idol, and the media could be a little rough to the unknown people around celebrities. Lav grabbed the glasses Dan handed to her and put them on, looking at him as she made a face, as if she was posing for a sunglasses campaign. “So, how do I look?” She joked, chuckling softly.
DAN WAS THANKFUL for a calm lavender ( as her name simply implied ) as he was quite the opposite. dan quickly shoved his free hand into his pocket; hiding his fingers that were playing with the rings. he wished he could skip this, the press and everything around it. while he loved showing lavender and he was sure she’d made an exquisite partner on the red carpet and anywhere else, his anxiety told him different things. “i can tell you that i’ll try to shut any negativity towards you down, whatever it takes.” the actor didn’t want to sugarcoat anything. fans and the press wouldn’t all be kind or respectful, but his team, lawyers and the actor himself could stop some hate and set boundaries. as the blonde put on the glasses and pulled a face however, dan couldn’t help but laugh amused. “adorable. if gucci doesn’t hire you for their next campaign ...” a wide and warm smile passed his lips and he squeezed her hand softly, opening the door a little. “━ you ready to get some candids done ?” they only needed to walk around the street and visit the designer for a fitting, an easy appointment. but dan’s heart was racing.
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nora placed a hand on his cheek. it was hard to think about how her life would be affected. could she still teach? or find jobs as a nanny/babysitter? she wasn’t sure how things would work out because even if things wouldn’t work out, people would still know who she was. “of course i will.” she assured him. nora wanted him to know that things would be okay - even if she was unsure herself but that was something she wouldn’t voice out. “there’s nothing i can’t handle. i think disgruntled parents are the worse. can’t imagine anything more intense than that.” she told him. “my dad’s also a big guy so people would actually be intimidated by him. and my mom. they put up a good fight.” she took the hand that was on his cheek and took a hold of his hand. “i don’t want you to worry about anything. i got it handled.”
HE LEANED INTO HER TOUCH and took a deep breath. there was a light nod of his head ; dan trusted her words. nevertheless he’d still sent some people to monitor their house and restaurant from away. “i know, i know ... it’s just that it, the press, isn’t something i can control. once they have your name, they’re going to dig. dig deep.” the curly haired man squeezed her hand softly while his fingers played with his bottom lip. “and i wouldn’t do this to you if this wasn’t serious to me. i mean, our relationship.” dan offered nora a gentle smile and opened the door; camera clicking and voices got louder within seconds. “honestly, you’re taking this much better than me. i’m a nervous mess.” the actor laughed and brushed one last time trough his hair.