G O L D

first comes the blessing of all that you D R E A M E D but then comes the curses of diamonds and rings. only at f i r s t did it have its appeal but now you can't tell the false from the R E A L. statues and e m p i r e s are all at your hands. water to W I N E and the f i n e s t of sands. when all that you have's turnin' s t a l e and it's C O L D. you no longer f e e l when your HEART'S turned to gold.

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imogenfleur:

Imogen couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous now, clearly having all of Otto’s attention. She laughed softly at the brunette’s question and nodded, “Yeah, unless you’re really damn hungry?” Imogen had a big grin on her face, “Blackberry will be amazing, I promise!” She waved a waiter down and easily ordered the cheesecake, eager to try it. “If we want more we can always order more,” Imogen suggested with a soft chuckle.

brims curved as he smiled at the girl, shaking his head softly. “no, not incredibly hungry, but if it’s as good as you seem to think it is i might indulge in another slice.” he watched as the girl ordered the dessert and thanked the waiter, always polite. “is that your other talent? finding the perfect dessert around town?” he questioned playfully. 

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astridoiogy:

astrid had a habit of talking to people who either wouldn’t know or wouldn’t care about things that were important to her. it was never the other person’s fault, though, she just had a wealth of knowledge that, she found, no one else seemed to share, and it lead to many embarrassing ramblings on her part. she was just the kind of person who spoke what was on her mind, not thinking about how the words would sound to anyone else. she nodded, sighing as she allowed her elbows to rest on the keyboard, a horrible sound being created as she rested her forehead in her hands. “that’s the problem, though. i’ve got nothing to write about.” 

“somehow, i don’t quite believe that,” he asserted not unkindly. otto couldn’t relate to that, he himself believed to have too much to write about if only he had the will and wish to do it. “or maybe you just need to get out more, if your life has been so boring that you can’t think of anything to write about,” he shrugged. 

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evelynxtyler:

“i know, right?” she smiles. “hopefully, they’ll love the idea too.”

“i hope they do,” he nodded. “i’m afraid you’ll have to find a new finn to churro wars though.”

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jfc-madeline:

“oh–i am natural when it comes to holding my liquor, sir.” she teased, smiling. “you want me to have more? so i’m not coherent? tsk, tsk.” the blonde giggled before poking his chest gently with her pointer finger. “i’ll only have one more shot and then, maybe, i’ll be at my limit.”

“yeah? that remains to be proven,” he challenged the drunk girl. his eyes shifted to the finger poking his chest, a cocked eyebrow as he looked back to the blonde. “i’m simply waiting to see if your words are true or not.”

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imogenfleur:

Imogen was relieved when he allowed her to sit, curious as to why she didn’t have the balls to just sit anyway. She was strangely nervous around Otto, perhaps it was just because she was familiar of his work? Or was she… attracted to him?! Imogen shook the thoughts from her brain, perking up at his sexy voice. She grinned and chuckled when he waved over a waiter, getting comfortable in her seat. The brunette grabbed the closest menu and read aloud the three options, “Fudge Dream, New York or Blackberry? I personally vote for the blackberry but it’s your choice, I’d be happy with any.”

otto smiled as the girl sat down, pushing the scripts he had been reading prior to her arrival a little to the side. he doubted he would be able to read those over now, and there was nothing that had caught his eyes among those anyway. his attention was in the girl as she read the menu. “it was your idea, so i think we should go with your choice,” he offered ever the gentleman. “think one will be enough for us?”

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astridoiogy:

“alright, i need your help.” astrid tucked some hair behind her ear before frantically sitting down at the piano. “so, i’m writing this new album, right? and i’ve got a melody going in my head. look, here are the chords-” she turned to face the black and ivory keys, chewing her lower lip in concentration as she played the progression already etched into her memory. “and then the melody goes something like…” then came a hum, accompanied with some ‘ooh’s.’ she looked up at the person stood next to hear with a sort of vulnerable look. “but, like, no lyrics. isn’t that insane? who writes the music before the lyrics? what the hell is wrong with me?” sure, it may have seemed like she was overreacting a bit, but this album was long overdue. she was a perfectionist, though, and nothing she thought of seemed good enough.

otto wasn’t exactly sure on what kind of help she was expecting to get there, he wasn’t a musician and certainly not an expert on songwriting process. yet, he stayed and listened to the girl go through each separate section of this song. “i don’t think you’re the first musician to write the music before the lyrics,” he pointed out, tone even. “pick a topic and start writing then try to figure out how to make both work together. isn’t that how this goes?”

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valcntin:

“war and peace started us off as playing 15 year olds, so i know what you mean. it’s the worst thing, really.” it’s good to know, if nothing else, that the sarcasm isn’t lost on him. his thought process may differ, but there’s nothing offensively different in his worldview. “if you can choose your kind of longevity, you’re pretty set, no?” a surprisingly detached observation; there’s no discernible bitterness in her voice, rather praise— rare as it may be. “sweet is relative.”

“i didn’t mind playing 15-year-olds when i was eighteen or twenty, but i’m more interested in more mature roles,” he explained. the best thing about acting was trying new things, getting into new roles, and that would always be something otto strived for. otherwise, he’d just get bored. “if it does happen, yes,” he nodded. he wouldn't lie, he knew he was already established enough; he just couldn't fuck things up. “as everything else, still wouldn’t fuck with the law, though.”

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imogenfleur:

“Well I definitely wouldn’t mind some company, if you don’t mind?” Imogen explained, looking at him with a nervous smile. She took an anxious sip on her coffee, wondering what Otto truly thought of her. She loved the coffee at this spot and she immediately felt refreshed, although not quite as much as a nap might have. Imogen played with her dark curls mindlessly. “Oh!” She exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with excitement at her idea, “That means we can try that new cheesecake they just got here?” Imogen was a sucker for anything sweet, especially if she could find a way to split it with a cute actor.

“‘course,” he replied amiably, smiling at the obviously nervous girl. he was being his charming self, hand gesturing toward the open seat in his table in an invitation. otto hadn’t planned on having any company, but he figured he could use one for now. “you had me at cheesecake,” he chuckled. the actor was already raising a hand, calling for a waiter.

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evelynxtyler:

“that’d be hilarious!” she laughed, she was starting to get some ideas for a great telenovela. “and they fight with churros instead of lightsabers!”

“ ’churros wars’ does have a good ring to it,” he mused, eyes twinkling with mirth. “next production meeting, don’t forget to pitch that.”

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jfc-madeline:

“i mean—-i don’t know. i’m pretty sure i had only like…six tequila shots?” madeline spoke, her words slurring a little.

“pretty sure?” he asked, quirking his brow at the girl’s state. “i’d say you certainly had quite a bit of tequila, yes. you’re still somehow coherent, though. maybe you should have a few more.”

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ofancstasias:

“melissa’s actually pretty great.” she gives her full attention to otto when she speaks, pushing the half finished martini away. “i don’t make her go on my alcohol runs, though. i mean, if she’s drinking with me then sure, but i prefer keeping her busy with other things.” ana shrugged a bit. “what are you drinking, anyways? i need something stronger.”

the male shrugged, that was the sort of problem he would never allow himself to have, but like the saying went -- to each their own. “scotch,” he replied, raising his glass a little. “always neat.”

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kristoffjohnson:

“Ahh, yes, dancing is my calling. I wasted my life on acting. Well…so-so. Not a bad face per say, but great biceps.”

“you belong in the west end, mate,” he chuckled. “good enough, is’pose. at least one of two.” 

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alfie’s tags aren’t working!

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blaircarter:

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, you’re just looking for an excuse to drink me with me, but sure. Try it.” She handed them her wine glass and smirked up at them. “Sit.”

with an arched eyebrow and an amused look, he took the offered glass. “not exactly what i was going for, but let’s see if you have a good taste,” he mused, bringing the glass to his lips.

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evelynxtyler:

she stared at the scene once more before then putting her phone away. “hm, maybe you’re right, i can only imagine what happened to my character in a soap opera.” she laughed. “maybe i should just quit my job here and move to mexico. could you imagine a mexicanrey?”

that brought a laughter out of the young actor, he had always enjoyed the redhead’s sense of humor. “she probably found out she had an evil twin who is now trying to take her place.” that seemed plausible enough. “sipping margaritas as she waits for a sombrero-wearing kylo ren comes after her.”

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i’ve been the worst with replies and ims and whatnot, but i promise i’ll get everything done and reply to all starters tonight or tomorrow. i’m gonna set my 2nd character’s account first!

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ofancstasias:

“do you want to know what’s bad?” anastasia’s speaking to no one in particular, but she’s secretly praying that someone in the bar is listening to her. “that i don’t have anymore vodka at my house.” she takes a sip of her martini, eyes squinting slightly. “sometimes i just want to make myself a good mixed drink without having to go anywhere, maybe not wear pants as i look at the hollywood hills from my balcony, but god wasn’t on my side today and made me put on clothes and come to this bar. it smells like meatloaf in here.”

it wasn’t his first time at the bar; actually, it was one of his usual spots not that many knew. but instead of the usual squad he had with him wherever he went this time he was alone. it was the familiar voice that caught his attention, lips curving as he brought the glass, filled with the amber liquid he enjoyed so much, to his lips. “sounds like you’re in great need of an assistant. or a better one.”