STAR STUFF

Indie Rp Blog written by Mandy

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youshouldseemeinacrownrp​:

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Hal took a sip of the wine and chuckled. She chose a good bottle, indeed. “What can I say, sentiment comes to play when old age is catching up to me,” he joked, shrugging. Too many things had happened over the course of the six years since they last saw one another. Hal took a seat beside her, elbow on the table as he rested his chin on his palm. Hal knew he looked ridiculous - as if they were teenage girls, dishing out gossip on the cafeteria table. He scoffed at the idea of Ash being a domestic innocent housecat. “You’re the most dangerous housecat if there is ever one,” he laughed. 

He simply blinked at her. “You? Begging? Please don’t put images in my head.” Ash never begged - she was never one to do it, rather she’d be the one at the other end of that stick. Their past romps came to mind although Hal quelled it fast. “Honestly, you haven’t missed much,” Hal started, sipping more of his drink. “London does seem to keep chugging on without the usual suspects, although…” he paused for dramatic effect, winking at Ash in the process. “I have to say, we have more international persons running around here - specifically from eastern Europe. They’re driving Zach crazy.” Hal leaned forward, picking up her fork (well, technically it’s his) and twirled some pasta on it. He took a bite and moaned involuntarily, munching. “What about you eh? I keep losing track of you - seems like you love traipsing around Europe under another alias.”

“I don’t need to put images in your head. That photograph memory of yours keeps everything in perfect technicolor proximity.” She lets her tongue peek out to trace her lower lip, tugs at it with her teeth. “I bet you like that, don’t you, Hal.” She wonders if he lets anyone else do the things to him that she has, if he submits to other playmates the way he’s submitted beneath her touch. She didn’t necessarily come here with sex on the mind, but it’s always fun to reminisce and she likes it when they tease each other, as if the tease is really even necessary. “Eastern Europe hmmm,” she mused, knowing grin on her face as she watches him pilfer the fork and claim pasta for himself. “That’s what originally brought me to Europe. Heard claims that there was a group of up and comers bragging that they were going to expand, get a foothold over here. I went to go scope them out, see if they were worthy of the label of competition, or people worth working with, or just a bunch of talentless gnats buzzing about.” 

Ash focuses on her glass of wine, deep slow sips of the heady liquid within. “If you aren’t traipsing around the globe under side alias’s every decade or so are you really even living the criminal lifestyle?” she teased with an affected air. “I did, however, reach a lifelong goal of catching Interpol’s attention, not that they know what they’re doing the poor dears. But it was fun to see my alias come up on a list.”

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A teeny hint of a smile was playing on his lips. He was slightly amused at the fact that Sadie had always saved a roll for him no matter the day. He must have looked as if a hurricane had swept him off his feet and plunged him into an abyss full of sharp objects. He scoffed, waving his arm in annoyance. “Hospitals are too fussy. Can’t have myself locked up again because of some blood.” If he had entered an ER like this, there will be too many questions asked. Well, she had never seen him like this before either so her concern was legitimate although Nick didn’t exactly care. “I’ll survive,” his voice was gruff, dark gaze squarely on Sadie’s pale face. 

Nick grunted at her condition, knowing fully well that if he refused, he was never going to hear the end of it - plus her cinnamon roll was to die for. He nodded reluctantly, staggering back to one of the chairs in the shop and settled on it. “Technically, not gonna bleed all over,” he countered weakly, pointing to the injury. “Dried up.” Nick made a face before sniffing, gaze falling to the first aid kit she was holding on to. “If you have any alcohol, it’d be great… to ya know, disinfect and.. uh… my sanity.” If it was any other person, Nick would recoil at their touch and pushing away aggressively. But this was Sadie. Oddly, Nick would trust her with his life. “I might need stitches.. If you have a sewing kit somewhere, I can do it myself.” 

He was smiling. There was caking blood all over his face and he had to be in pain but he was smiling and it made her heart give a flurry of response that she didn’t have time to fully process. “Locked up again?” she parrots, though her voice lacks any judgement and is merely heavy with compassion and curiosity. “The world is a pretty dark place when all you’re doing is surviving, Nick,” she offers softly. She approaches him cautiously, not with fear, no even like this he didn’t scare her. Beneath all the grit and scuffle his eyes were kind and warm, the first thing she’d noticed about him. 

“Mmm at least I know you don’t have a concussion if you have the wherewithal to pick apart my sentence structure,” she teased as she pulled up a chair and scooted closer to him, close enough that their knees touched. “Wow you’re really used to doing this the back alley way, huh? No bottles of vodka necessary, there’s peroxide in the first aid kit, silly.” But then she winked and pulled out a small bottle filled with bourbon she’d put in her apron pocket before she left the counter area. “Lucky for you I’ve been trying to perfect my bourbon balls recipe...so you can have this...for your sanity.” Sadie handed it over, then rooted through the kit for swabs and the peroxide. “Take a swig now because this is gonna sting.” At the mention of a sewing kit she laughed. “Do I look like a run a one stop shop? I do, however, have some of that nice medical skin glue, so you’re about to be spoiled.”

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fatestruck​:

A new headshot was the idea of Grace’s agent. It was the assumption that she wasn’t booking many gigs due to her current headshot being a couple years old and that she no longer looked “as young as she did” so she was catfishing the casting agents. Her rebuttal over the amount of times she has been carded in the past month fell on deaf ears and reluctantly, she agreed to seek out someone to redo her headshots. If she still couldn’t book gigs after this, there was nothing stopping her from attaching them to her resumes when she would put her degree to use. Nothing said working professional like a photo of the person trying to get a job.

The only downside to preparing for this initial meeting - it wasn’t a photoshoot as far as Grace understood - was that she had to navigate between her three roommates who all decided they needed to use the bathroom around the same time. She managed to squeeze in, perched on the closed toilet as she finished her makeup while the others got ready for their day, passing their hair tools back and forth. She wasn’t late, not by any means, but the way she rushed into the coffee shop, someone might have assumed that she was very late to whatever it was she had to do. “I appreciate you taking the time out to do this.” She slid into the seat across from Violet, the manila folder that held her current headshots so she could give them an idea of what they were going to be working with. “I’m looking forward to working with you and learning your process. And feeling human in more photos than whatever candid shots my roommates manage to get.”

Violet let out a hum as they fingered the manila envelope and perused the headshots within. “Your roommates did not do as bad as I’ve seen in the past. A few of these have good angles or nice lighting. It’s getting both that’s the hard part. You need both to really make the picture tell a story, give off a vibe that’s hard to forget.” The envelope is closed, long fingers steepled beneath their chin as they survey the girl before them. “Lemme guess, your agent told you these make you look too young. That’s what people say when they don’t understand how to voice what the real thing missing is. And what’s missing is that a casting agent can’t look at these pictures and get a feel for what kind of roles you’d fit in. They like that, boxing people in, looking at a photo and saying “yes, horror roles, comedy roles, drama, period pieces.” 

They pause to take a sip of their coffee, relaxing back in their chair. “So that leads me to the question. What kind of roles are you most looking to go for? I wouldn’t pose someone who was looking for sci fi tv gigs the same way I would pose someone who wanted to act in period dramas. I know, I know, when you’re starting out they tell you to be open to anything and everything, you have to start somewhere. But when you picture yourself with a career down the line, Grace, when you picture yourself truly fulfilled as an actor what kind of roles do you see yourself in?”

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selcouthturtlerp​:

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While weed sufficed when he needed something quick he could get his hands on it’d been two days since Liam had, had a proper fix which left him completely perplexed on whether or not she’d meant to touch his hand the way she had. Considering the fact that he was sure he looked like crap the idea that she was toying with him seemed improbable. When he pulled his hand back he ran it through his hair, willing himself to try and focus enough to complete an order if that was what she was going to require when all of a sudden she was stepping away. “I mean don’t get me wrong. You baby sit a place like this, Karen’s are almost expected. You got me wondering if I entered an alternate dimension.” He mused as he leaned against the counter to watch her browse. 

“What kind of things in a place like this strikes the fancy of someone who don’t look like they ask to speak to every manager that crosses their path?” Liam wasn’t sure why he was pursuing this, but anything was better than his alternative. He paused, waiting a moment to see if she’d respond before deciding to come out from behind the counter to pick up a cheap looking necklace laid out on another counter. It broke beneath his fingers almost as easily as he’d picked it up. “I feel like like stuff outs who the cheap ass Karen’s are. I wouldn’t waste your money.” 

He runs his hand through his hair and Remi wonders if he knows it’s the perfect length for gripping real hard during a fast reckless hookup. “Oh I fucking hope not,” she mused with a chuckle. “If you were going to enter an alternate dimension I would hope it would be a fuckton more exciting than little old me in your store. There should at least be like dinosaurs or aliens, or people with mind powers and levitation abilities.” She can smell the weed coming off him, wonders if he has anything on him now he’d be willing to share. As he comes around to the table she’s browsing, she grins as the necklace he’s touching breaks. Jackpot...this guy doesn’t give a flying fuck and there’s a potential for some fun here beyond just pocketing a shitty bracelet. 

“The cheap Karens are even more annoying than the Karens with taste. Like baby girl you already got one strike for being a Karen but when you’re dressed in costume jewelry it just...it’s a whole other level of sad.” At his question, she grins, hands behind her back, hips swaying slightly as she bites at her lower lip and eyes him through her lashes. “Who says I have any intention to spend money here? Maybe I’m here to rob you blind.”

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selcouthturtlerp​:

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Would it have been so hard to just admit that he’d gotten into it too? To admit that in the last 3 hours he too had gotten completely, obsessively wrapped up in this song. It was going to be an absolute hit and while the professional side of him was all too well aware of this, it wasn’t enough to flip the switch that connected his mouth to his ego. “It’s not a problem. I would have wanted to spend all this extra time with me too if I were you.” His tongue sprang past his lips like he was a kid trying to tease a girl for the first time as he pushed himself up and did a quick finger drum on the table they’d been sitting at. Papers were swiftly pushed together into his own notebook that was then slammed shut but paused at her admission. “Oh shit. You’re right. I do love to hear that. It’s almost like I know what I’m talking about sometimes isn’t it?” He suggested as he shoved the notebook into his bag. “You can make it up to me by staying for a drink once we get there.” 

At first glance, Damien gives off the vibe of that college kid with only enough musical wherewithal to learn to play wonderwall as a form of seduction. And the worst part was that he fed into it, or at least his ego did. When they were working on a song a different side of him came out, all the depth and hidden recesses of his inner architecture started to seep out and Melody saw him differently. Closing their notebooks and leaving that state of existence was always a sad experience for her as his ego swallowed him up again and the first thing out of his mouth was frat level narcissim. “Well you know, I gotta be able to say I did my charity for the week,” she shot back with a roll of her eyes. She scoffed at his declaration, hands on her hips. “Oh is that so? See I was under the impression the act of admitting you were right made us even in and of itself.” Truth be told she didn’t want to go to a party and watch him be in his obnoxious fuck boy element, but he was annoyingly persistent, so she let her arms drop to her side as she slung her messenger bag over her shoulder. “One drink. And they better have something other than a questionable keg of beer. You go to sketch parties with sketchy dumb people, Damien.”

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selcouthturtlerp​:

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Three more hours. If he hadn’t known any better he could have sworn the clock had actually traveled backwards a few minute. Of course that could have been the result of the final remnants of a high wearing off. “Fuck..” Liam muttered to himself as he pushed himself up off the counter. The kids that had been in and out of the comic shop for the majority of the day normally gave him a minuscule second of amusement but he didn’t even have them. Instead he’d been voluntold to watch the shop next door that belonged to the comic book owners wife, while the too uptight manager took what felt like the worlds longest break. How she managed to walk around all day with what looked like a stick up her ass in a place like this was a fuckin mystery. 

It really was just his luck that the bell went off at all to alert him. Some girl, who seemingly blended into her surroundings wandering around like the place was her oyster. Liam decided right away what her level of amusement would be when she realized just how useless he was going to be. Not high enough for this. Already his first thought the moment she opened her mouth. “In general? No. But did these Ivy leagues determine it was a good idea to leave me in charge of their register? Absolutely they did. You in need of any decorative hand sanitizer holders?” He asked more nonchalantly as he lifted one of the plastic keychains that hung next to the register.  

“So what you’re saying is that you really need me to not be a bitchy Karen here to try and make a super complicated return or some shit,” she noted with a light chuckle. Her hand reached out, letting the tip of her finger brush his as she touched the same keychain he was lifting up. “Mmmm, tempting. I do happen to be a verified keychain-a-holic, but I just don’t think these fit with my aesthetic. I’m less hand sanitizer and more splatter paint remnants on my jeans.”

She makes finger guns in his direction and takes a step back. “I’m feeling kind today so i won’t pester you with questions you don’t know the answer to. I’ll just window shop for a bit, if anything strikes my fancy I can wait till the ivy league boss gets back.” Remi gives a wink, turns on her heels and heads over to peruse a table of necklaces, most of which are far too gaudy and overcomplicated for her taste.

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She keeps one ear pod in, likes background noise when she’s perusing a store, a nice quick paced track list. It’s part of the flirtation dance. She’ll test the waters with a sales associate and if they’re charmed by her she’ll finally take out the other ear pod, so they can feel important, like they’ve charmed her too. Remi isn’t truly charmed by anyone, doesn’t even like herself that much, but it distracts the associates enough that she can get handsy. Nothing big, nothing important. She’s not looking to steal value, it’s random little things that catch her eye. 

Today it’s a turquoise bracelet, simple, actually kind of cheap looking, but it absolutely has to leave this store with her. She ignores it for now though, hasn’t found the store associate yet and she needs to be the picture perfect model of a good innocent consumer. “Excuse me?” The only other person she can see is a boy in the corner, looking intensely bored. “Don’t take offense but you give off “dead inside retailworker vibes”. Do you work here?”

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youshouldseemeinacrownrp​:

Lunara had dragged her feet to work today - going to multiple auditions the past few days has left her exhausted. She was putting high expectations on all of them, gave her bets but there were no positive responses yet. That was infuriating. How long more could she hold out though? She’s been at this for more than 5 years. It was starting to get dreary. Today’s shift wasn’t too bad. The patrons were polite and non-fussy. Some even tried to make pleasant conversations when she served them. She even managed to exchange some good gossip among her colleagues about a particular customer. She seemed engrossed with her work - a rare sight in the restaurant because usually the  maître d’ would force the waiters to clear things and drop endless hints that they’re no longer welcomed. She was very pretty despite her strained face. 

Turning around to attend to the customer’s request, Lunara smiled and nodded, noting the things she requested for. “Honestly, the maître d’ has a crush on you,” Lunara giggled. “It’s why no one has said anything or try to clear your things to send you a hint. You can easily be here for the rest of the day and I certainly don’t mind a great tip!” She flashed a grin and winked at the woman before picking up her plate. “I’ll be right back! I’m Lunara by the way!”

“A crush, dear heavens, it’s been a while since I’ve been the victim of one of those,” she mused with a smile and wink in the waitress’ direction. “Not mad about it seeing that it’s currently working in my favor.” Finley wasn’t unaware that she was attractive, and she definitely wasn’t beyond using that knowledge to her benefit. Flirtation had sometimes gotten her further in certain situations than skill, and that was just a fact of life that she’d come to embrace. “Thank you, Lunara, you’re an absolute darling.” 

Pretty. Pretty and with a walk that garnered attention. While Finley didn’t like to regard food service workers as low on the totem pole, she couldn’t help but have a keen interest in aesthetically pleasing people. When Lunara returned with her boxed food she cleared her throat. “Feel free to tell me to fuck off if this is a weird question but...have you ever been interested in modeling?” Her business card was pulled, at the ready as she offered it. “I run an online fashion boutique and that means I’m in constant need of models to show off the line.”

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skyler-bane​:

Everything had been going according to Nadia’s plans. Her clients had been recommending her to their friends and, just like her father, she didn’t like staying in one place for too long. Ever since he asked her to come to New York to help him at his restaurant’s makeover, she had been traveling from one country to another, looking for new opportunities. She wanted to grow, evolve, find tons of inspiration, and never slow down. Lucky for her, with David’s help even her mistakes didn’t cost her much.

This month has been the best one so far. Quite busy, with little time she could spend doing nothing, but Nadejda loved it. She had been waiting for her new client and, honestly, there was something so charming about using her services to tell someone happy birthday! Or maybe she was biased? Rearranging pages with her ideas for the hundredth time, Nadia thought that she was surprisingly nervous about it. 

“Yes! It’s me, hello!” Nadia almost jumped in her chair, but she was hoping it didn’t look as horrible as she thought. She smiled brightly and held her hand out. “Nice to meet you! I’m Nadia! I gotta admit, that’s not how I usually do it, but it’s kind of refreshing too… so I hope we’ll be having fun with this one!”

Chloe has to bite her lip to keep from an amused giggle at the way the other woman jumps in her hair. There’s this bubbling enthusiasm simply radiating from her, Chloe is willing to bet money that she’s a dog person. Reaching out to shake the hand offered in her direction, she returned the bright smile. She’s been told she’s a bit soft spoken outside of work, sometimes it feels as if she uses up all the biggest pieces of her personality controlling and educating a class of precocious kindergartners and when it gets to adult interactions she feels a little slow, a little fatigued and unsure of herself. 

“Mmm that’s Bethany, getting people to do things outside of their normal procedures. She’s a force to be reckoned with.” Fun, she wasn’t sure how picking paint colors could be fun, but she was going to try and rain on Nadia’s parade. “I’d like to think I’m pretty easy going. I’m just...my biggest need is it has to be a low maintenance set up. I’m a teacher and I barely use my house for more than sleeping, showering, and making piles of graded papers on my coffee table, you know?”

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youshouldseemeinacrownrp​:

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The ache in his jaw was slowly intensifying. Nick was sure it was going to throb soon. He wouldn’t exactly classify this job a total success - usually they’d be gone without hitch which meant he gets out unscathed. This one was… fucking hell. Zach didn’t mince his words when he warned the mercenary that it was going to be very challenging. Still, Nick got out alive despite the huge bruise across his face, blood already drying up at the side of his right ear, passing down his jaw. There was a slight limp in his proud stride, exhaustion was gnawing his knees. Nick had gone back to his dwelling to toss whatever he could there. He didn’t want to walk around carrying anything unnecessary. 

He checked the clock and grunted. Fuck. He has this innate desire to have something sweet on his tongue. There was only one place that would satisfy this burning need of his. Nick made his way down the streets, completely nonchalant about how he looked like. He hadn’t bothered cleaning up. There was no point really. He had no fucks left to give to the people who stared at him and the dried blood on his side profile. “You’ve never seen blood in your life?” he growled at a persistent stranger who kept staring. Pushing the doors open, the smell of baked goods wafted into his nostrils and he exhaled noisily as if he was letting go all of the burden in the world. 

“I fucking need your cinnamon rolls now, Sadie. If they’re available.”

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The last customer had just headed out the door, bell tinkling merrily in their wake. Sadie was technically open for 15 more minutes, but she hardly expected anyone to wander in at quarter to nine, and so she began to break down the bake case, clean it up for tomorrow. She didn’t have waste, not these days, whatever had been left over was either donated to a soup kitchen across the way or sent to a company that recycled bakery waste into feed for cattle. The only thing she’d saved was a large cinnamon roll, tucked into the fridge just in case her favorite customer showed up early tomorrow.

The bell sounds and well...it’s definitely not tomorrow, but there is his voice, a little bit gruffer than his usual quietly polite orders. “Nick?” She straightened, not unaccustomed to his sudden sweet tooth, but he’d never been in past 8 before. “Nick!” Her alarm was written on her face as she took in his appearance, the blood clotting against his skin, the black eye. “Jesus, are you okay? You might need an emergency room more than you need a freaking cinnamon roll.” She always kept a first aid kit on hand, even the best of bakers weren’t impervious to the occasional mishap in the kitchen, and she gripped the handle tightly as she came around the counter. “Sit,” she demanded, pointing at the nearest chair and making a pit stop at the door to turn the sign to closed and lock it. “You’re out of your mind if you think I’m gonna let you bleed all over my freshly mopped floors. I don’t care that you’re my best customer. You can have the cinnamon roll I saved for you, but only on the condition you let me fix this mess a little first.”

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youshouldseemeinacrownrp​:

As soon as he locked his car in the garage, Hal’s guts twisted. Something was not right. The lanky man huffed as he exited the garage, which led right into his kitchen. It was warm, and smelled of… parmesan?! The corners of his lips tightened to a straight line. Someone had broken in and decided to make themselves at home. With the amount of enemies he has made over the course of two decades, there was never a tell on who it might be. Hal inched forward, his hand ready to extract out the gun from his jacket pocket. As soon as he saw the flash of blonde hair though… The grim expression on his face dissipated, instead a wide grin slowly creeped up as soon as he realised who it was.

“Ash.”

He eyed the wine glass and the dish she had cooked for herself apparently before meeting her gaze. “Well you know, I wouldn’t want you to fumble around and not know where the pans are,” he quipped, chuckling. “I know you think you like the whole upheaval thing but I am not a huge fan of mess, love.” When was the last time he saw her? Hal had lost track of her - the last he’d heard, she was somewhere in another part of Europe wrecking havoc. A classic move of the blonde. Hal strode to her, his gaze never leaving hers as he reached for a wine glass, pouring himself a drink. “Didn’t know you’re a domestic goddess,” Hal teased. “But then again, you are skilled with knives, so I am not surprised.”

It was good to see her, Hal was glad that she was still alive and kicking. The number of people he actually cared about was less than 10. Not that Hal was going to tell her. Sentiment was never a good colour on either of them. “What brings you back to London?” He knew people like Ash don’t stay at one spot for very long. The track record around Europe proved it. “Don’t tell me you’re homesick.”

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“Careful now Halric, being so considerate of me knowing my way around sounds exceedingly sentimental. You’re going to ruin your good name,” she teased, eyes swimming with playful amusement. She watches him pour a glass of wine for himself, sitting back in the chair, fork twirling through her pasta thoughtfully. “I beg your pardon, I am skilled with many things. As for being a domestic goddess...well...I prefer to be a vengeful goddess but sometimes one takes on the form that best suits that moment. And playing domestic innocent housecat for marks, well, the roll doesn’t stick long but some of the recipes have.”

She let’s out a laugh at the idea of being homesick. Ash didn’t feel a sense of home in places, only hints of it in moments when she was in control, when she had taken something be it a belonging or a life. The high of “getting away with it” was the closest she got to home. “It’s simply intriguing to come back to old stomping grounds and see what’s changed. Who is still in one piece and who is six feet under. Come on Hal, don’t make me beg, give me the gossip, give me all the juicy bits. What fun have I missed while I was away?” She relinquishes hold of her utensils to lean forward onto her elbows, chin propped in her hands.

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holywitchkid​:

He sat perched on the edge of a table selling flowers, comfortably peeling back the skin from the orange he’d purchased fifteen minutes ago. Tossing each shred to the dirt, licking at the juices around his wrist at the nicked wedges. Fact was he’d sat at this very spot two weeks in a row now— bored really. He hadn’t slept the night before and the night before that he wasn’t sure of either. 

Becoming numb again was the easy part, Malcolm excelled at throwing caution to the wind, pushing his own body to the edge with his bloodstreams cocktails of choice and letting endorphins and his mind levitate even the most mundane and extreme in tandem like it was all just a swinging pendulum. Those friends he’d lost along the way to domesticity, to conformity, to a look in their eye that told him their time was up, the one he’d recognize the most, were replaced in any what zip code even if it stung… Hannah though. Hannah was that beacon to make sure that pendulum was still moving—oh and it did. For her, it wouldn’t stop. Casually he bit into another piece from his orange, didn’t bother wiping this time as it dripped down his chin. Looking at the girl he’d been watching for the last half hour, heartrate ticking up and up as she neared, a blink and you’ll miss upturn at the corner of his lip once he saw Hannah with a little fire, “Mean and nasty? Han, I was only gonna suggest fillers. Other than that I have no idea what you’re talking about…” 

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“I can’t believe...” she stops herself mid sentence. She’d been about to say ‘I can’t believe I have to explain this to you’ but then...that wasn’t right. Throughout their entire relationship Hannah had constantly needed to explain to Malcolm how things made her feel, when she was upset and why, the difference between being annoyed and being genuinely harmed by something he did or said. Empathy didn’t just grow within him, if something felt harmlessly chaotic to him he simply assumed that’s how it would be for the other person. 

She feels bold, and just to rattle him, only to rattle him and not at all because she aches for an excuse to touch him, she reaches forward and lets her thumb swipe up some of the orange juice dripping down his chin. “You know the last time I got mystery packages on my front porch and in my mailbox they contained things like body parts and detailed letters wondering what my entrails would look like wrapped around my neck.” Her voice was low, but firm, eyes boring into his as she brings her thumb to her lips and sucks sweet orange remnants off it. “I didn’t sleep, I was afraid to leave my house, to exist. And see, getting knew random packages on my doorstep just...takes me right back to that place, you see. So I would hope....that if the person who was doing it had ever cared about me at all, they would take that into consideration.”

Her gaze snapped down to the orange and then back up to his face.  “Fillers huh. You’d hate it if I got fillers because it would mean I was trying to impress someone that wasn’t you. I see you, Malcolm Remington.”

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“What time is it?” The original plan was that they’d wrap up the session at 7, go on their separate ways and meet up again tomorrow to work on the last verse of the song. Melody grimaced as she brushed her finger against her phone screen to unlock it. Fuck. Almost 10pm. “Shit, I’m sorry, Damien, I thought I set an alarm. Weren’t you trying to go to a party tonight? We can get you there if you wanna arrive late like the suave rebel you are.” Flipping her notebook shut, she rose, stretching out limbs she hadn’t even realized had gone numb from sitting cross-legged for so long. “Blame it on me for fighting you so long about the chord change for the bridge. And because I know you want to hear it I’ll say it again.” She plucks at an imaginary skirt in place of her jeans, dips into a low curtsy, voice playful. “You were right. Your idea was brilliant. You were right and I was wrong.”

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thedaniellecampbell: Call me Captain ⚓️

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@fatestruck​

Violet had a very specific process for their clients. The camera didn’t come out during the first meeting. They wanted to get a feel for them, what they were looking for, what they wanted to bring out of themselves, so that they could find the perfect backdrop, environment, lighting, to get them there. Some people might have thought headshots were boring in comparison to proposal photos, or a boudoir photoshoot, but Violet held deep respect for all photographed moments. A headshot was a capture of hope, of possibility, of a person trying to figure out what sides of themselves they wanted to offer to the world. There was magic and deep humanity in that.

They were early to the table at the little coffee shop they’d set up as the meeting place, sipping their macchiato and smiling brightly when they recognized their potential client. “Hello, Grace,” they greeted, reaching out to shake the woman’s hand. “It’s so lovely to meet you in person. I know we talked a bit about your needs on the phone, but I think artistic partnerships are so much better felt out in person. I know headshots seem fairly straight forward, nice close up of the face in good lighting and you’re done, but I want to make sure you stand out. That you feel warm and human and not overly posed.”

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@youshouldseemeinacrownrp​

There was an expectation people had that running an online based business was somehow less work than a brick and mortar school, and Finley was absolutely willing to come to my blows about her disagreement with this sentiment. If anything it made it easier to fall down a rabbit hole of constant accessibility, she was always at work because work was done through her phone and her laptop and both those items were always upon her person.

She’d been at this restaurant for an hour and had only had time to take two bites of her meal between replying to emails, sending off sketches, being sent fabric swatches. At least the ambience was manageable, the restaurant not too loud, the waitress lovely and attentive. “Excuse me, love,” she called as her waitress passed. “Could I get a box for this and another coffee?” It was time to give up on the idea of a sit down warm meal. She’d end up nibbling on it cold while she waited for the train home, and honestly that was a sacrifice she’d come to consider worth it. “If you’re not full up and in desperate need of this table I’d like to linger for another hour. I promise there’s a great tip in it for you.”