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#𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙿𝚃𝙴𝙳𝚂 : dependent original character, daniel riley, for starstruckrpg.

𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙻𝙾𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚂 - 𝙳𝚄𝚂𝙺

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚝. 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚜, 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚡 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚕𝚘𝚠, 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎; 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢, 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕. 𝚆𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝚂, 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝙷𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜.

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#˚ 　　𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 　　: 　　intro.

tinseltowns:

julia doesn’t know why it stings, sharp as a slap to the face, that daniel isn’t here for her — of course he isn’t, what does he owe her after this entire debacle? this is his home, too … at least she hopes it is, though the thought of him carrying out his belongings, piece by piece, is enough to have tears threaten to swell in her eyes. god, this is exhausting. she’s drained, but she can’t fall apart in front of daniel, this isn’t his mess to clean up. “no, you’re not,” she remarks softly, though it comes with a soft, breathy laugh, the first moment of relief she’s allowed herself in days. she’s been tied up in knots, strung taut, and as always, it’s daniel that alleviates the tension, easing her frayed nerves. “neither am i for that matter. it was never — he was never … ” she was never going to marry jude, he was never going to be her husband. this is a plaintive fact for many reasons, though the most glaring reason of all is the man she’s looking at right now. she smiles weakly and pulls freckled shoulders into a hopeless shrug, “it always felt like a grift, i shouldn’t be surprised that it ended like one.”

his second question is a weightier one she doesn’t have all the answers for, slowly rising from her perch at the breakfast nook and traipsing towards the fridge. “we’re still trying to gauge that, but right now, it’s looking like a lot. i, um, i’m scared to even go through the jewelry inventory.” things are things to julia, there’s not much that jude could’ve snatched in the night that would’ve made an impact, but there are necklaces from her grandmother, inherited rings from the sullivans, and god, what if he took daniel’s engagement ring? he knew where she kept it, always at her bedside, and she hadn’t been brave enough to see if he really did go for the jugular. she winces, pulling out two water bottles and proffering one towards daniel as she steps closer, just the slightest. “guess he saw his opportunity the night i spent with you.” a night of many revelations, ones she wished she could’ve talked with daniel about on much happier terms. she steps back slowly, folding her arms across her chest, “sorry, this is all … it’s very dumb, and i know you wanted to get your things from the office.” she cants her head, shielding her visage from the heartbreak etched in her features. “i don’t want to hold you up, danny.”

“okay, so i’m not,” comes after a bout of silence, sharp, tinged with indignation and laced with an anger that’s been simmering just below the surface — though, not entirely masked in the slightest. it’s an anger borne from an affront, a swelling of frustration that’s been embedded in his chest since touching back down in L. A., uncomfortable yet unable to completely subside or land on its intended target. this is the outcome daniel has wanted ... yet, there’s a hollowness to it. as if, with jude leaving so abruptly, something’s slipped just out of grasp. no confrontation, no full-blown row, nothing. the man is gone, likely to never be heard from again. “i’m not particularly in shambles about your engagement, to the man you left me for, falling apart ... in fact, my biggest regret right now is not coming over here to bloody his fuckin’ nose.” his tone has elevated, slightly, without meaning to. all this bottled up emotion is attempting to stick its landing on someone ... and so he takes a breath, slackens his shoulders, and fidgets with the unopened bottle of water before continuing, “but, that doesn’t seem to matter now. nothing’s changed. we still seem to have this communication problem. you’ve been sitting on this for, what, over a week?”

daniel moves towards the kitchen sink, palms flat on the counter top, his back facing her, and peers out the window into their backyard. sometimes, like now, he thought maybe they should’ve chosen a place a little more deeper into the hills, a little more secluded. the view was remarkable, especially at dusk when the sun let go its hold and the city's lights glimmered to life just below the canyons. one of the many memories of this place was him and julia lounging on the veranda at night, sharing a bottle of wine and admiring the panoramic view of downtown L.A. they’re memories he wants to continue to have with her and no one else. if they could get to where they once were. “i’m not here to get anything, julia.” he confesses after a few beats of silence and turns to face her once more, arms crossed and tucked tightly against his chest. “your mother called me and said something was going on and that i should come home ... she left out a wee bit of details.” he steps slowly back to the center of the room, instinctively stretching a hand towards her, touching her arm. a tender gesture, a promise that he was here if she wanted him. “none of this is dumb, julia ... and i don’t think you should be here by yourself. get your mom or joni to spend the night. i can look around, if you’d like me to. check the safes if you haven’t already.”

#˚ 　　𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 　　: 　　threads.#tinseltowns #i gave the assistant a name :|

cerendipitous:

“i mean this with complete love when i say that you two are messy as fuck.” zarah laughed, shaking her head in almost disbelief. she was rarely surprised by anything in the circle of fame and hollywood anymore, but she had to give credit where credit was due - julia and daniel certainly knew how to get the paps in a frenzy. “are you gonna pay him or let him fight you in court? twelve grand is a lot for a fucking camera…jesus.” reaching for her coffee, she took a big gulp, then turned her attention to the pastries daniel had brought. an apology wasn’t necessary, but when it came in the form of coffee and baked goods, who was she to turn it down? before zarah was able to choose a pastry, however, her attention was snagged by the script and book he retrieved from his bag. a vague recollection of their discussion from the after party swam into her mind, and she was immediately interested. “oh, this is it?” the book was in a sorry state, so she handled it delicately as he passed it over, her fingertips skimming over the cover gently as she peeked inside. she could feel that familiar buzz of excitement zing into her body - a new project, but this time something she could actually sink her teeth into. “hey, don’t apologise about the smell,” she proceeded to give the book an exaggerated sniff, “i love the smell of old books. is that weird? i wanna say it’s not, but the way you’re looking at me now is telling me that it might be.” zarah set the book down on the counter, then finally reached for a pastry to take a bite. “i’ll definitely give both of these a read - god, i’m excited already!”

the back of his hand presses tight against his lips, stifling a laugh and a mist of espresso before it’s lofted in zarah’s direction. “uh, i think you know a wee bit about messiness when it comes to wives, if memory serves right.” a knowing look passes over the lip of his cup just as he takes another sip, shakes his head and chokes out, “fuck no.” he pauses, picks apart a raspberry danish, and pops a piece of it into his mouth, then continues. “he can keep threatening me all he wants with litigation and saying he’s gonna up the price each week if i don’t pay. i asked him nicely to stop taking photos and delete the ones of julia looking pissed and he refused to do it. he’s a cunt. that camera isn’t worth that much.” though, in the deep recesses of his mind, daniel knows in order to get this guy to shut up and go away he’s going to have to pay up. relent. swallow that bitter pill and replace the damn thing. if only to stave off his wife becoming more involved than she already was. he takes a long breath, reassesses by pushing that nightmare into the peripherals, and smiles at her enthusiasm. “it’s a little weird.” there’s a scrunch of his nose. “but, i hope you enjoy it. there’s still, you know, a whole bunch of shite to wade through before it sees production. trying to sell these people on a movie is sometimes the bleakest thing you have to do because no one in hollywood wants to read. they like to see pictures and be entertained with flashy objects. when i pitched something once, i ended up having to make a scrapbook ‘cause this eejit in the meeting kept saying ‘i don’t get it’. a grown man needed a picture book. i felt like banging my head against the wall ... that was a long time ago, though. and i’m going to remain optimistic.”

#˚ 　　𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 　　: 　　threads.#cerendipitous

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#˚ 　　𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 　　: 　　reflection.

what do you like most about julia?

" there's a big misconception of my wife that's been put out there by certain people who seem intent on being miserable, but she's one of the sweetest people you'll ever meet and i'm not just saying that because she tells me to ... just kidding. i knew that she was the one the first time i met her and i can't really say how or why. i just knew. she thinks of everyone before herself and she truly cares about every person around her. especially her fans. her team has to literally drag her away whenever she meets them and she always ends up going back, anyway ... i never really thought about marriage and settling down until i met her. and i couldn't imagine sharing my life with anyone else. " @tinseltowns

#˚ 　　𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 　　: 　　answered.#honesty week.#last one!#staring at the camera like he's on the office with that last line

What is the biggest mistake you've made in your career?

" not being more vocal earlier on in my career. i didn't really have the power to do anything at the time, but there's a particular project of mine that was picked up and actually did really well and got great reviews, but there were some changes made i didn't agree with and i feel like the actor they chose for one of the main protagonists was a complete miscast. i know they were banking on star power and they got it, but... i was young and didn't know the ins and outs and was just happy my script was picked up. "

#˚ 　　𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 　　: 　　answered.#honesty week.#this is his interview answer #actual answer: getting into a contract that stifles his creativity

what are your biggest fears?

" if we're keeping it professional... definitely falling into a rut with my writing and battling writers block. it's always a fear of mine that i might run out of ideas one day. that i'll just ... sit down at my desk and go to write something and nothing comes out. i once met stephen king at this writers convention and, of course, had to ask him how he writes so many books so fast and... he ended up plugging his memoir and basically telling me to set daily goals, but i also know he was on certain substances while writing most of those prolific novels and i don't think my wife would appreciate me doing that. "

#˚ 　　𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 　　: 　　answered.#honesty week.

would you consider yourself a jealous person?

" oh, definitely, definitely. i'm jealous i don't have cillian murphy's baby blue eyes, those frank sinatra's. that bone structure. i look in the mirror and think why can't that be me? "

#˚ 　　𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 　　: 　　answered.#honesty week.#he won't admit wanting to go fisticuffs with the fiance

harperthomas

Who: @unscripteds Where: WB Lot

Ivy had just been through another audition, another chance at failure. She was getting used to the push-back but it still didn't sit well. She felt like it had gone okay, though they had wanted a southern American accent, an accent that Ivy knew she was less than perfect at. It was done though and she needed to accept that once she'd walked out of that room she had done all she could. She shook her whole body briefly and then continued her walk. However her mind was completely elsewhere so as she turned the corner of the building her body collided with that of another. "Sorry," she said immediately before she made eye contact with the body. "Oh, hi," she said awkwardly as she realised who it was.

unscripteds

handling last minute rewrites on a tight deadline isn't exactly at the top of his list of favorite things to do, but it's a task. jotted down, performed and then scratched out with all the rest. though, thanks to a particular exec, daniel’s been meandering about the studio since the sun peeked over the horizon. double fisting espressos and macchiatos, gluttonously hoovering any danish in sight, awaiting this conference call that was seemingly never going to happen. and it’s as he’s cutting around a corner, on what must have been his umpteenth trek around the offices, that he collides with someone. papers, pens, and a few other loose items scatter to the floor and careen away. “no, that’s my fault,” he groaned, joints creaking as he stooped to pick up them up. “i’ve been on autopilot for the last few hours.” then recognizing her, a small smile curves his lips. “ivy? what’re you doing here? you move back to L.A?” there’s a step forward, then back. his arms come up, slightly, as though this is old times and he’s going to go in for an embrace ... but he stops himself midway and rocks back on his heels. “are you here for an audition?”

#˚ 　　𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 　　: 　　threads.#ivylau

tinseltowns:

for : @unscripteds

location : julia and daniel’s hollywood home.

for julia, there are three inevitabilities in life — death, taxes, and pauline. when she started her career, glittered with moxie and delight, she hadn’t considered that her lawyer would play such a prominent role in her personal life. pauline had seen julia through four divorces, the start of a fifth that was swiftly discarded, and now through the embarrassment of a failed engagement. julia had known from the start it was a mistake, too ashamed and perhaps prideful to admit how outrageously misplaced her emotions had been until a drunken evening with daniel took an emotionally raw turn. even in her liquored haze in the darkness of their malibu hideaway, she couldn’t deny it anymore. so she left at the crack of dawn, burdened with the task of setting jude free from this farce they’ve created … only to realize he had disappeared himself and with quite a hefty balance. she’s still getting the final count of everything that had been taken in the night, and her recent isolation is more compelled by humiliation than any financial woes.

days had passed, and she tucked herself away in her iron estate — aside from a phone call from her mother and texts to zarah, pauline had been the only person she’d been in consistent contact with. she knows she’ll have to speak to daniel about … well, everything, but she also doesn’t remotely know where to begin. i miss you terribly, i love you like nothing else in the world, i was robbed and the engagement ring might be gone, too. after pauline’s finalized her paperwork for the day, she gives julia a pitying squeeze on the shoulder and makes an exit while bemoaning her other clients and the woes of the rich and miserable. the redhead slumps at the kitchen counter, rubbing her temples and trying to keep herself steady. she suspects she hears a steady trail of footsteps, assumes it’s pauline picking up some forgotten item, only to lift her head and see daniel looking back at her. it speaks volumes that her first instinct is to run into his arms and savor all the comfort she’s always found in the warmth of his chest, but she suspects she doesn’t have the right to do that anymore. she also knows that daniel’s probably aware of what pauline’s presence tend to signify. “it’s not what you think,” she blurts out, pauses, then allows a small, meek smile to tug at her lips. “it’s … she’s not here for anything, um, about us. that’s not — i’m not … ” i’m not interested in losing you at all. “jude left. i mean, i was planning to but, uh, i guess han shot first and all that.” she’s never been the best at vulnerability, but there’s also very little to conceal at this point. especially with daniel. “he didn’t exactly leave empty handed so pauline’s just helping me catalog everything. she said i could take legal action, but i just want it to go away. maybe bury my head in the sand for being a fucking idiot, but what’s new, right?”

here it was, jutting off the hillside, discreetly concealed by dense foliage, palm trees, and well-kept shrubbery. it sat just above the sunset strip, edging along a landscape studded with mansions and estate homes. if you curved up these tangles of streets with a little too much lead on the gas, you’d just miss the iron gate ... which had been one of its selling points. it’s peaceful here. calm. serene. and on any other occasion, this nook they’d carved out for themselves would be a welcomed sight. a sweet breath of relief after a tumultuous few weeks. instead, daniel is halted mid-stride between the entryway and veranda, caught slightly off-guard by pauline’s sudden emergence, briefcase in hand and flustered enough to only afford him a casual greeting and an over the shoulder departing wave. there’s a feeling as though he’s imposed upon something, as if he’s stumbled into something he shouldn’t have and whatever pauline was cramming into that bag of hers, as she descended the driveway, would be another special delivery courtesy of express mail. his mood takes a nosedive off the canyon and, if it weren’t for charlotte’s insistence that he should get home right away, daniel would’ve turned right back around towards malibu. nonetheless, after a few beats and the removal of his ring, he unceremoniously rounds the kitchen corner.

it’s not lost on him that this is the first time they’ve been here, together, since he’d pleaded with her not to go. so, he idles, sweeps a gaze over the papers strewn across the kitchen island and jams his hands deep in his pockets. “oh, well i wasn’t really thinking anything,” a lie. “i, uh, — i only came to get a few things from my office ... i guess i should’ve called beforehand to see if you were busy.” he clears his throat, shifts his weight, allows a moment for that news to sink in and just stifles the grin threatening to bloom. “he left?” another quick sweep goes over the room, into the dining area, as daniel meanders in a little further, as though whatever was nicked is suddenly going to jump out and establish itself. “sorry to hear the engagement’s been called off, but what exactly did he take?”

#i'd rather not perish #˚ 　　𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 　　: 　　threads.#tinseltowns

did you clap julia’s cheeks at the after party????

@tinseltowns

#no comment!#˚ 　　𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 　　: 　　answered.#honesty week.

did you really punch a photographer

" my attorney would want me to say no comment, but everything about that incident is complete bullshit and out of context. i asked the guy to delete a photo, he tripped over his own feet and gave a ronaldo worthy performance. that's all i'll say. "

#˚ 　　𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 　　: 　　answered.#yeah he may have shoved the guy but!#honesty week.

what has been your favorite project you’ve worked on/created so far?

" i could work with the biggest stars or win an academy award and my answer is always going to be kenmare. i wish we could've gotten the funding to film it on location, to showcase the atmosphere and backdrop i imagined, but there isn't much else i would change about what we created. i got to watch my baby come to life, essentially. i met my wife, who is one of the best actresses of her generation and no one, i mean no one, could've played eve. the success of kenmare also opened a lot of doors for me as a writer and producer. i've been able to do much more creatively since it made a lot of money and gained a few awards. all because of my wife, of course. she really was the heart of it and the driving force. without her, it wouldn't have worked. so, yeah, i'll always have fond memories of sweltering in the georgia summer, eating bbq almost every night, and just sharing that experience with someone i love. i'd do it again in a heartbeat. "

#˚ 　　𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 　　: 　　answered.#honesty week.#he said i'm just gonna sit here and say my wiiiiife

you're stuck on a desert island and you're allowed three things, what do you take?

" i would say my dog, murphy, our friend wilson, the volleyball, and i suppose my wife. but, she's quite fair and we'd probably have to swap wilson out for her suncream so we don't have a repeat incident of what happened in cabo. so, maybe we'll just leave her at home to await my dramatic return. "

#˚ 　　𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 　　: 　　answered.#honesty week.

do you have a thing for older redheads

" i'm not really sure how to go about this one? if my wife ever heard this question being directed at me, she'd probably eat the head off ya, but, uh... when i was about thirteen i had a crush on jessica rabbit and watched who framed roger rabbit pretty religiously... but, who didn't love nicole kidman in practical magic, if she even counts, or julianne moore in boogie nights and magnolia? i'm sure if i told my wife all this she'd say somethin' like 'that explains a lot' and i'm not really sure if that'd be a good thing? " @tinseltowns

#˚ 　　𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 　　: 　　answered.#honesty week.#🤪

#honesty week.

for : @cerendipitous

location : zarah’s place, los angeles.

things have gone back to normal ... at least, as normal as they possibly can. he’s come to zarah with an apologetic offering of coffee and pastries, an act of contrition for completely abandoning her at the after party without explanation. though, he’s certain she’s seen the photos, seen the selectively chosen, out of context videos of him tussling with a photographer. even if she hadn’t by now, he gave zarah the highlights : julia having one too many, dodging the press as they slipped out the back, the lone paparazzi lying in wait and accosting them and going legs up when daniel attempted to prevent any invasive photos from appearing on tmz. needless to say ... he’s running on fumes. “ so, yeah, that’s been my life for the past week and now this guy is claiming emotional distress, assault, and that i owe twelve grand to replace his camera. ” he runs a quick hand over his face, along his beard. pausing for a moment with a sigh before reaching into his bag to pull out a script and the tattered book he’d hunted for in every used book shop in L.A. “ uh, anyway, i came to drop these off for you to read. julia read that book a few years ago and dropped hints here and there about me adapting it. so, i looked into buying the rights and wanted it to be a surprise, but by the time i got them well... ” the sentence hung there, unfinished, in the air between them. “ and, sorry for the musty old book smell. apparently it’s all out of print in the states. i’d give you a quick summing-up, but i feel like it’s something you need to go into blind because it’s... completely barmy, really. ”

#˚ 　　𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 　　: 　　threads.#cerendipitous #a day late

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