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𝐵𝒶𝓇𝒷𝒶𝓇𝒶 𝑅𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓉𝓈 ; 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝔹𝔸ℝ𝔹𝕀𝔼 𝔾𝕀ℝ𝕃

[𝙳𝙾𝚄𝙶]

Alright, where did it go?

The trail he’d been following had suddenly run cold as soon as Douglas entered the museum. He stood in the foyer, confused as he looked around, trying to be subtle in his deep inhales to try to catch the scent again. It smelled of magic, but something about it was strange and new - which meant Charles would want it. He had a lot of making up to do - even if running away hadn’t of been his doing, he felt like it had been. The emotions he’d felt were not far off from the truth - the things he’d said to him not entirely a lie. But he knew nothing else - and the thought of being alone on his own was harder to swallow than following through with a hunt.

Douglas frowned when he realized he’d lost the scent, unsure of where it could have gone as it vanished without a trace. He took a step back, puzzled when someone startled him by hitting him from behind. He stumbled back, a hand instinctively reaching out in case he needed to catch the person he’d bumped into. “Oh shoot, sorry, I wasn’t paying attention,” Doug said, shaking his head, ”No. I’m fine. No harm done. I don’t suppose you saw something come through here, did you? Or someone, I mean. Maybe just a little out of the ordinary.” He stopped there, knowing that explaining more make things sound odder, but he was disappointed to have the trail go cold.

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She was quick to note that he was cute, though a little distracted. Not that she could blame him after giving him a face full of jacket. That didn’t mean her curiosity wasn’t peaked at his question. With furrowed brows and a much too nosy demeanor she couldn’t help but dig further. “Something?” Her eyes scanned their surroundings before falling back on the stranger. “Not more than usual living here.” By this point she felt like she’d seen it all. Magic wasn’t exactly something her mother had supported her belief but without anyone here to tell her different she allowed herself that indulgence. Maybe there was more to the world than people thought, Barbie just hadn’t been able to see it for herself.

“Maybe I can help you look! I’m really good at stuff like that, growing up with two little sister’s meant someone had to be able to spot when things were out of place,” she said with a hopeful smile. It was farfetched that he would allow a stranger along for the adventure but Barbie had to at least try. “Friends of yours? Enemy? Someone in-between?”

#𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉? 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹? ( threads. )#𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓉 ;; doug

[𝙺𝚈𝙳𝙳]

Kydd had readily agreed to meet her at her house and then had instantly felt as if he was a giant stepping into a doll’s house. He had sat carefully, tucking his long legs under him like a gangly little colt. He had readily accepted the offer of hot chocolate and he smiled as she brought them over, taking a careful sip so he wouldn’t scald his mouth. “Mmm…. Delicious,” he grinned, and leaned over to see what she was showing him, careful not to spill on her furniture. He held it up, studying it as the light hit it just so, his own smile beaming as he felt the material under his fingertips.

“It’s perfect. I never would have thought to double it like that. Maybe do this bright color with dark buttons?”

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Barbie tried to be a good host, even when it was something as simple as giving her guest hot cocoa. Her apartment was a place she wanted everyone to like coming to. The company was nice, it got quiet around there. Growing up with sisters she was used to them constantly popping their head into her room or asking her to drive them somewhere. She missed the sound of other people more often than not. Kydd always put up with her ramblings, even though sometimes she worried none of it made any sense. Not everyone cared about the different shades of orange that could match a maroon jacket she found at the thrift shop. The same kind of thoughts that she had when working on the piece she was showing him her ideas for.

“You think so?” Barbie’s expressions brightened at his approval of her plans for his suit. “I couldn’t turn own an opportunity to use a little pink, it is my favorite color after all.” Which was no surprise. Everyone who knew her knew she loved pink a little extra. “Yes! That’s perfect! Black? To match that shirt you have, you know, the lace one.”

#𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉? 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹? ( threads. )#𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓉 ;; kydd

who: @cutekyddcarson where: barbie’s apartment

She stood in the kitchen, pouring the warm milk over her chocolate concoction as it mixed into everyone’s favorite winter drink. After stirring she was sure to add mini marshmallows, though they were kind of useless she thought they were too cute to leave out. Not to mention she had company so she needed to make sure it was top tier. Barbie had invited Kydd over to look at her designs for the suit she wanted to make him. She’d based the design off the shirt she saw him in when they met, now using it as a starting point for the entire outfit.

Barbie came back over to the couch with two mugs in hand and set each on their designated coaster on the coffee table. “Here you go, freshly made by yours truly,” she said with a wide smile before plopping back down next to him. “Where were we... Oh yeah, fabric.” The girl flipped back to the right page in her sketchbook and held up two small squares of fabric that he’d chosen when they went to the store together. “I like this one on the top and the pink on the inside of the coat as the liner. What do you think?”

#𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉? 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹? ( threads. )#𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓉 ;; kydd

amazingyoungwomen

#𝕃𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸 ( self. )

who: @huntingdoug where: art museum

When it came to her off time she spent it a variety of different ways. Perhaps it was shopping, sewing, or catching up on things around the house but she always made sure to stay up to date on things in the city. That included when the art museum was having an exhibit on famous designers to which she couldn’t miss out on. She’d visited before to see the art but it wasn’t a location she frequented. As much as she enjoyed painting on a weekend with the window open she wasn’t an artist, Barbie was a designer or at least she wanted to be.

While on her way there she made sure to bundle up as the winter weather was making its way into the city. Sooner or later she’d be pulling out her favorite coats for the season and decorating her studio apartment for Christmas. Barbie loved the holiday but made sure to wait until after Thanksgiving to put up any decorations. Starting November 1st felt too soon for her, though her mother would disagree. Once inside she tried to shake off the cold but accidentally hit someone while removing her topcoat. “Oops, sorry about that. Even though I am all for fashion that surprises people that isn’t exactly what I meant,” she said with a soft laugh to go with her apologetic smile. “I hope I didn’t get you too hard, you know, for it being a jacket.”

#𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉? 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹? ( threads. )#𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓉 ;; doug

[𝙺𝚈𝙳𝙳]

“My mama is a huge Dollar Tree fan. Any time we go in she stocks up on paints and all sorts of crafting supplies so we always had stuff like that handy. It takes longer to rot when you don’t cut into it AND all the parents helping don’t have to clean up a mess or pumpkin guts out of their kids hair. A true win for everyone because craft paint is washable and not sticky as far as I know which is aways good.

He laughed at her exclamation and mimed the knife slipping into the webbing of his fingers. “I’ve grown out of it now, in case you’re concerned about where this night is heading,” he said with a laugh. “At least I don’t expect any emergency room visits while using kid’s carving tools, at any rate.” He stood up with the squared off pumpkin wrapped in his arms

“Do we want to make a paint run or go ahead and carve?” He nodded over his shoulder towards an open table. “Your call bumblebee.”

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“Anyone who can appreciate a good deal is a person I like,” she said with a smile after his comment about his mother. Barbie saw the way he spoke of her and knew he must be a momma’s boy. That was something she could understand, growing up without a father her mom and her sister’s were all she ever had. “Honestly, I never liked the pumpkin guts thing. Sometimes we’d bake them but they weren’t really even that good to me. Just don’t tell my mom I said that.” A laugh tumbled out as she spoke, pulling the pumpkin closer to her chest. “And the fact they rot so fast is just sad. You watch it get worse until it’s a pile of goo.”

Barbie gave him a little bit of a look before it turned into a smile. “Let’s paint them, just in case, and no goo pumpkin piles. And it’s something new for me too. You’ll just have to show me how the experts do it,” she said with a slight nudge before taking off towards the cashiers. “We should get some apples too, I can make apple cider!”

#𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉? 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹? ( threads. )#𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓉 ;; kydd

[𝙺𝚈𝙳𝙳]

He tilted his head to the side like a curious dog until he was able to see what she was taking about. “Dude! Yes!” He laughed and nodded. “I see it!” He grinned and crouched to look at the pumpkins around him. “Have you ever painted pumpkins instead of carving them?” He asked as he frog hopped forward a bit to keep looking. “I don’t mind carving them but they always rot so fast. I hate pickin’ up a squishy punkin.” He finally found one that suited him and picked it up. “Plus it’s easier for my clumsy self to paint it. I ended up in the hospital one year and had to get stitches. He held up his right hand so she could see the pale scar from the stitches between the webbing of his thumb and index finger before picking up the pumpkin. “This one looks like me” he laughed, picking up the square shaped pumpkin that had a resemblance to Frankenstein’s Monster’s head. “I choose him.” No

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He was adorable, she couldn’t deny it. From the moment she met she knew he had something special about him. That ‘it’ factor she’d heard so much about. The fact he was a model didn’t come as a surprise to her but she was happy that he’d agreed that day to let her dress him in her designs. Now she’d found herself a friend and she couldn’t be happier about it. “Wait, no, what? That is like way smarter! Like they turn to sad little mushy lumps so fast. A cute cat carving can turn into a nightmare real quick,” she said with a nod. “Most of mine don’t even make it to Halloween!” Barbie toss her arm up in exasperation, holding her pumpkin between her other hand and her hip. “You did not? Kydd!” A small gasp came out as she spoke. “How did you do manage that?!” The girl took his hand and looked at the scar before frowning up at him. “Let’s stick to painting this year for sure then.” She let out a soft giggle before letting his hand go as he picked his own pumpkin to design. Once he chose she stepped back to see the resemblance, squinting a little. “I can barely you two apart!” She said with a laugh.

#𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉? 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹? ( threads. )#𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓉 ;; kydd

[𝙴𝙻𝚂𝙰]

Elsa was overdue for a break - she’d spent all day on the phone and in meetings working with various contractors to help her on her current project. As if the city needed more skyscrapers and tall buildings - sometimes she wondered if there was any room left - but somehow, there always seemed to be a spot, and her queue for architecture projects was fully booked. She felt glued to her drafting table, so she finally pulled herself away, put notifications on silent, and escaped her office to search for something chocolate.

The former queen was pleasantly surprised to find her favorite place, the underground markets, littered with halloween decorations and packed out with goodies she’d never seen before. A smile lifted upon her cold lips as she browsed, settling on her usual booth called Dandelion Chocolate - her personal fave artisan chocolate makers - and was delighted to see a new assortment of treats. She picked a few, asking for some to go - she had a lot of work left to do - and chose one chocolate-covered ghoul to bite into prematurely as waiting simply would not happen. When someone next to her spoke, she spun her head around, mouth still full as she stifled a laugh and covered her lips for a moment as she finished. “One of each is definitely the way to go. Maybe don’t eat them all at once, but life is certainly too short not to enjoy these delights,” she said with an elegant playfulness in her tone, “I haven’t tried them all, but the raspberry ghoul so far has stolen my heart. Or, rather eaten it, if we’re staying in theme.”

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The girl laughed softly at the woman’s response, knowing sometimes one of each was the best way to go. When someone was that good then one must try them all. Barbie actually had quite a sweet tooth, meaning she didn’t want to miss out on any of the goodness the market had to offer. Perhaps it was also that she’d been running on so little sleep and anything that decadent sounded like a million bucks right now. She strayed away from caffeine except for tea and the occasional coffee, thus a sugar rush was her best bet at keeping herself at the sewing machine that night. “One of each it is! Gotta make sure I give them all a thorough review, I am a professional eater of chocolate after all,” she said with a laugh. It was hard to make a choice anyway, might as well not make one at all. “Maybe I’ll get two of that one... Raspberry is one of my favorites.” It reminded her of her mother who asked for a chocolate cake with raspberry filling every year on her birthday. That was her only request year after year. Barbie turned around to order before directing her attention to the girl who had helped her. “Thank you, by the way. I’m not always great at decision making when it comes to food. It all just looks so good, ya know?”

#𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉? 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹? ( threads. )#𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓉 ;; elsa

[𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙲𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚂]

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After a good work out at the gym and a bit of content creation, Herc was craving something sugary and he knew exactly where to find them - the Elm St. Bake Sale he had heard all about. He headed to the sale, looking at all of the tables filled with different autumnal flavors infused into every kind of snack he could think of. After taking him time to go through all of the booths he settled on a snack bag of pumpkin sugar cookies shaped like jack-o-lanterns. Running into Barbie was unexpected but always a welcomed distraction. “Pumpkin sugar cookies,” he responded, holding up the bag he had in his hand, “But it took me probably 30 minutes to actually decide what I wanted. There was a lot to chose from. Here’s my thought, you could always come back but you should try one thing you’ve never tried before and another that you know you’ll like. That way, you won’t be disappointed and can say you’ve tried something else.”

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Her face lit up when she realized the person beside her was one she actually knew. Hercules was nice and he was built like a linebacker. Barbie knew sometimes she probably looked a little too long but with a physique like that she hoped he didn’t mind. “Just like the ones I used to get at school when I was a kid!” Barbie’s eyes widened as she realized the gem he’d stumbled upon, quickly grabbing his arm. “Where did you get them? You’ve got to show me, I haven’t had those since I was like eleven. Maybe I can find something else new to try at that booth too!” She knew she’d gotten excited, maybe too much, as she often tended to do. The last thing she wanted to do was scare off her newfound friend but this was serious business, these were cookies they were talking about. “I literally haven’t seen those anywhere. Do you think they’ll have more left? Sorry, right, Barbie focus, one thing at a time,” she scolded herself for already worrying before they’d even gotten there.

#𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉? 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹? ( threads. )#𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓉 ;; hercules

[𝙺𝚈𝙳𝙳]

Oh boy. He was in over his head when it came to bee and he didn’t care if he drowned. The realization had hit him hard but it didn’t make him back down from their decision to go to the pumpkin patch together. If anything, it just made him more excited to go. He had donned his green make up and leather jacket and had picked her up, happy to wander the pumpkin patch with her, looking for just the right pumpkin. She held up the pumpkin and he grinned, holding out his hands and cupping them around the oddly shaped gourd. “You’re just like my mama. She always chooses the odd lil guys and makes something out of them.” He laughed. “She found one that was vaguely lizard shaped and made it into an iguana.”

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Not everyone understood why she was the way she was but she never minded. All that mattered was that she did, that didn’t mean it didn’t make her smile when someone else did. “Well thank you! That’s quite the compliment,” she said with a grin. Barbie turned the gourd around, squinting her eyes and holding it out for a wider view. Her lips pursed while she tried to think about what exactly this one could be turned into. “He isn’t giving me iguana vibes.” The girl tilted the pumpkin a few different ways to get a different perspective before gasping softly. “If I turn it on its side it totally looks like a squirrel, right?” She asked before flipping it and facing it towards him.

#𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉? 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹? ( threads. )#𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓉 ;; kydd

WHO: @cutekyddcarson WHERE: pumpkin patch

After meeting Kydd they had been spending quite a lot of time together. She’d been growing fond of him since the day they met, honestly. He was becoming one of her closest friends. Barbie was excited when they’d agreed to meet at the pumpkin patch, she hadn’t carved them since her childhood and was excited to enjoy a spooky evening of Halloween shenanigans. After being cooped up inside working so much lately she was ready to do something different for a change and having company made it all the more exciting. “I kind of like the weird ones, you know? Like this little guy,” Barbie said before holding up a small, deformed pumpkin. “He’s just got so much personality!”

#𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉? 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹? ( threads. )#𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓉 ;; kydd

WHO: anyone! WHERE: elm st. bake sale

It was one of her favorite times of year. This was when Barbie’s fashion flourished and she spent copious amounts of time making costumes for people. Her sisters always got first dibs, theirs she’d been working on since August. They knew the drill and were sure to get her their ideas early so that she could make them a little extra extravagant. As for her, Barbie usually whipped up her own last minute and threw together what she could from the year. It was her own version of fun. After she’d been in front of her sewing machine for this long she was in need of a break and some inspiration so she took to the streets. Los Santos was filled with ideas, as everyone was already out celebrating the beginning of the spooky season. As she looked down the line at the different baked goods she was finding it hard to decide. She needed a second opinion, turning to the person that was already enjoying one of the treats. “Which one did you get?” Barbie said with her usual smile in its place. “There’s too many good things. Like do I get one of each? Is there something I have to try? Do I come back?” The girl exhaled a sigh, knowing she was rambling again. “What do you think?”

#sindspookcity #sindstarter

[𝙰𝙽𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙰]

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?”

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Anytime she could find a friend Barbie was sure to do so. Whether she was in line at a club bathroom or getting a coffee she was ready to strike up a conversation. She wasn’t afraid of small talk or an awkward silence, she handled it all with a smile. This was how she’d been since she was a child, growing up in a small town where everyone knew everyone tended to do that to a girl. The same went for when she met Anastasia, she was quick to talk to her and be genuinely interested in what she had to say. Barbie lived with the life goal in mind which was if need be she could form a gorgeous girl army.

“Oh, I for sure am,” she said with a firm nod. “You’re like an 11 and those guys are maybe a 5...” Barbie’s eyes scanned them before her face scrunched. “Eh, more like a 4.” She shook her head before looking back to Anastasia with her smile back in its place. Barbie was positive she deserved better than most of the guys around Los Santos from what she’d seen. “Why not be single until proven that someone deserves otherwise?” A small smirk crept up as she held out her drink to give her friend a glass raise and took a sip. Dating had never been of much interest to her, she had goals she needed to reach and didn’t want anyone to stand in her way. “No, but they should,” she said with a laugh.

#𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉? 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹? ( threads. )#𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓉 ;; anastasia

[𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙲𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚂]

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spendign time with barbie was nice, ever since their agents had introduced each other they had spent time together realizing they were naturally able to get along. and it was important to herc to feel like he was making friends after his years of being bullied or ignored. “what’s pilates?” he questioned unaware of what that exercise was, his face in a furrowed state, “my coach, phil, introduced me to yoga and i should probably thank him for that sometime because it’s really improved my flexibility and my mental health.” he missed phil. moving to los santos was a good decision for a fresh start and the possibility of being the person he always wanted to be but phil was more than just his coach, he was practically his uncle. “we could make a regular thing of this if you want to. i think they have classes every wednesday!”

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“What’s pilates?!?” She couldn’t believe it. “I’ll have to take you sometime! It’s like... tougher yoga.” That’s when her smile returned to her face. At his comment her jaw had dropped, probably a little dramatically but she couldn’t help herself sometimes. There was a theatrics to Barbie as a person. For so long she’d been pretending to be the girl that people wanted and part of that came her own energy but bigger. They wanted more from her, louder, preppier, and what they would believe to be better. She’d been fighting against it for so long that somewhere along the path she’d fallen into the trap, most people not seeing the softer side of her. To be respected around her the way she was meant sometimes she needed to be what they wanted to get them with it later. Hercules didn’t come off as that type though, Barbie hoped her intuition was right about her newfound friend. “Phil sounds like he knows what he’s talking about. I think your body can only be as strong as your mind,” she said with a tap to her temple. “That sounds super duper fun, I’m in. Gets me out of the apartment too. I’ve been holing myself up too much lately.”

#𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉? 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹? ( threads. )#𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓉 ;; hercules

@cutekyddcarson

Barbie had send Kydd the address and meeting time the evening before to make sure he was able to make it. After making sure they were still on to look at fabric she was able to start thinking of designs. She started sketching in her bed that evening, thinking about what kind of blazer she’d want to pair with a shirt like the one he wore. Taking pieces from their wardrobe to incorporate into her looks was something she’d become quite fond of. It added some originality and personalization to her designs.

As usual, she was the first to arrive and was waiting outside for him when he started to walk up. She was always punctual and could almost assuredly be the first one to get somewhere. Barbie was a planner, she couldn’t help herself. Once she saw him the girl gave a wave to make sure he saw her in front of the shop. “Hi again!” She said with a smile coming onto her rosy lips. “Glad that you could make it, ready to look at some fabrics? I also brought a few sketches of designs I’m thinking about to see if you’re okay with them.” Barbie was already flipping through her sketchbook to the right page before holding it out for him to take.

#𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉? 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹? ( threads. )#𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓉 ;; kydd

[𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙲𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚂]

open starter ϟ location: fitness center

herc’s anxiety had been acting up the last few days and it wasn’t quite sure why. he felt off in a sense but couldn’t quite pin the reason to anything in particular. so he thought it best to head to the los santos fitness center for some yoga. he thought for sure of all things this would center him. after class he could feel his shoulders relaxing for the first time in a long time, “thanks again for coming with me,” he said to the other, “i normally work out alone but it was actually pretty nice having someone with me this time. how’d you like the class?”

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If there was one thing about Barbie it was that she’d try anything. People liked to put her into a box and limit her to only doing certain things since she was assumed to be a dainty, blonde when she liked to think she’d turned her body into a weapon. She was assured that if anyone was to doubt her she’d be sure to show them that they were wrong. Hercules was someone her people had introduced her to and she was quick to take note of his build. She would love to design something for him but hadn’t spoke up about it just yet, thinking coming with him to a yoga class would be the perfect way to bring it up. Not everyone was so agreeing when she asked to use them as one of her dolls to dress up in her designs. Barbie was rolling up her mat when he spoke, looking over at him with her usual bright smile. “It was super fun! This class is way more relaxed than the one’s I’ve gone to before, or... maybe that was pilates,” she thought for a moment before shaking her head. “I’m always down to come with if you need a partner! Everything is better with some company if you ask me.”

#𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉? 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹? ( threads. )#𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓉 ;; hercules

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