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[suredahlia-arc]

i’m so disappointed i was unable to write 4+ pages comparing my life to ‘the dover bitch’ so legit,,, time 2 find a new one,,, and it’s due tomorrow ksksksks so. I’LL. BE ON. AFTER. I GET MY LIFE TOGETHER.

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discnthrall‌:

          “that’s true. you can create your agenda and backstory while you’re at it.”, she pointed out. as much as people often assumed otherwise, snežana was quite geeky and obsessed with science fiction. when the brunette is answering her question with another question, the blonde’s manicured left brow raised up. “i’m fucking a lot of people. soon to fuck a lot of people. i was just trying to gauge your reaction because we inevitably will if we haven’t before, let’s be honest.”, she mused and it was far too humorous to the high female as she laughed before humming while she swung her arms slightly as she walked.

“ one thing i already know is that it has to be tragic. all superpowered characters’ backstories seem to be, yes ? ” she didn’t know much about comics, but she knew enough to know that virtually every superhero ( and supervillain ) had some tragic turning point. she figured that was usually when they either chose the path to good or the path to evil... hm... “ ‘soon’ to fuck a lot of people, hm ? and i’m sure we have by now – there are only so many. ” raising her eyebrows, she continued, “ i’m telling you, had we met sometime around four years ago... ” she didn’t know where she was going with it, but she was sure it would’ve been a hell of a lot different.

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oliveraddcms‌:

he let out a little laugh because she was right. beer tasted horrible, but he had gotten use to the taste of it. the choice of drink when he was high school boy sneaking around at parties late at night trying not to get caught by his father. he licked his lips as he finished off the first whiskey glass of the night. he had a meeting in the morning- he could be hungover for it, right? how much would his manager kill him? his band? “touche.” he let out to the girl as he ordered another whiskey neat. the music of the bar played through his ears. it ranged from some of the people on the top 40 list, his band, and some older bands. he quite liked the music. it made him not think. he cleared his throat as he glanced at the girl. were they going to talk? was there anything to say? sure, lots. lots of unsaid things. she was a secret that he regretted keeping sometimes. what was the point of keeping it? he cleared his throat again as he chuckled and ran his hand through his bleached hair. he was still getting used to having it and it seemed so did everyone around him. “how was the party for you?” he let out, knowing it was such a stupid question.

dahlia had been essentially blind to the concept of women drinking up until somewhere in her teen years – probably thirteen or fourteen, but it’s currently undecided. she’d seen her father and his friends talk with scotch in one hand and a cigar in the other, but she’d never seen her mother or the other neighborhood women actually drink anything. prepare for the husbands ? sure. drink ? by god ! that said, dahlia had not done the typical ‘kid drinks before it’s legal’ ( granted, legally ? while living in athens, she was able to at age eighteen, but those american days were nearing ! ). “ mhm, ” she ‘hummed’, only it was without the exclamation mark, and the exclamation mark always signifies feigned excitement or the pride of being right. then, she was an idiot and delved right into vodka. yes, it had a high bac, but, as someone who’d never even had wine drink before, she could only do one. it’d been a shame, really. and now, here she was, thinking about her experiences with alcohol – positive and negative – to disconnect from the reality of the situation. she was beside someone who’d made her a living secret. she’d be lying if she said it didn’t have the slightest hint of allure at first – the sneaking around – but she’d also be lying if she said she hadn’t grown tired of it and longed to be known by the public. they were pathetic, really. the last real conversation they had, as she recalled, was through traded ‘@ me next time’ songs. the question was pathetic. “ well, i found and met kevin richardson, so that was definitely a highlight. yourself ? ” her answer was pathetic. oh, the tip-toeing ! they had the grace of a gymnast. 

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discnthrall‌:

           a laugh fell from the blonde’s lips as she heard dahlia’s words. “you’re just going to name yourself up there? i say that i need a villain name.”, she mused before laughing again. she made sure she had everything she needed in her pockets as they walked farther from her home. “i’m trying to decide which building.”, she hummed as her eyes scanned around them for tall buildings. inevitably, she’s turning her head back to dahlia. “so who are you fucking lately? are we fucking the same people?”, she randomly questioned. 

“ i figure that’ll be when i have the most inspiration, hm ? figure out my powers, all that. ” who came up with their persona on the ground... “ you see, i think i’d be a very fitting anti-hero... or anti-villain... i’m not sure of the difference, but i feel like that’s what i’d be. ” she was ‘inherently’ good at times, she was inherently bad at times – what better label to give herself ? “ well, it’d depend on who you’re fucking, would it not ? ” she retorted. no matter the year, sharing her trysts was rare – it made it more interesting.

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dylnwaters‌:

after a long and much needed afternoon at the studio, dylan decided she needed her best friend, someone she leaned on when she felt as if her head would explode. her headspace had been foggy and filled with inconsistent thoughts that she needed to get out of. after a quick phone call to dahlia to come over, the blonde tossed her phone on her couch and got up, walking over to the kitchen of her apartment as she begun to pour out some wine into a tall glass

@suredahlia

one thing dahlia liked about dylan ? she wasn’t a very dramatic person. there were far too many people in the industry who blew things out of proportion, often on purpose, and she’d be lying if she said she was completely innocent of that, but it was so nice to have a chill friend. she’d gladly obliged when invited over, especially knowing it would entail some drinking. she offered three knocks when she got to the other’s door, pulling the clichéd, “ honey, i’m home ! ” , bit.

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ofsagc‌:

she loved the fame and the spotlight. in her mind, there was nothing like turning on the radio and hearing her voice coming out of it, or opening up bags of fan mail with no less than a hundred proposals, or people crying during meet and greets. it was a high like no other and one that she wanted to relish as much as she possibly could. however, with the fun side of fame also came the nearly unbearable part, thick masses of paparazzi that harass endlessly in hopes of getting a story or an embarrassing picture. they were nearly impossible to deal with and she didn’t have the energy to try to make it through. she sighed as the cameras flashed through the windows of the building, trying to get something that they could sell to tmz later, even if it was poor quality because of the distance and the glass. sage sighed before looking over to the familiar woman beside her that she somehow hadn’t noticed before. she didn’t know her all that well personally, but everyone knew dahlia and her career. she was someone that sage had looked up to and she had been honored to be compared to multiple times. she stared wide-eyed momentarily before shaking her head to get back to reality, “oh, no,” she said, looking towards the doors once more, “i’m not exactly an expert at dealing with paparazzi yet,” she told her, trying to keep her cool. “so unless you are, i guess we’re stuck here for a bit. any tips for how to pass the time until they go away?”

one side of dahlia, the side that wrote ‘hollywood’ and ‘gold’, had a love/hate relationship with fame; the other side, the side that wrote ‘power & control’, adored it. that said, it had been a while since the last time she’d actively sought out attention from the paparazzi. now, you would think if she didn’t absolutely adore it at all moments, she wouldn’t feel so nervous about running out of her time – wouldn’t feel threatened, in a way ( and she hated that she did – to begin with, the girls couldn’t help it, it was the media ). unfortunately for her, she had to make music if she wanted to ‘stay sane’, and she had to make money if she wanted to live... connecting a to z wasn’t actually very hard in such a situation. although the media wasn’t aware of any possible ‘dirt’ they could have on her, and although she knew that ( she was realized she had a talent when it came to keeping things swept under the rug )... she’d still hate to go out there when it was a swarm. “ honestly ? i don’t think i’ll ever be much of an expert, ” she replied, cocking an eyebrow. “ i’ve always wondered if i could get one of those look-alikes, but i don’t think i’m quite famous or rich enough for one yet, ” she mused, tilting her head to the side and ignoring her conscience. 

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discnthrall‌:

          a smirk pulled at his features as he heard her ramblings about the newspaper. “oh damn! i knew there was a reason i was supposed to be looking at the newspapers.”, he mused with a shake of his head. at her next set of words, he chuckled. “the closest damn thing to magic you’ll ever get.”, he drawled with a raised brow. and then she’s speaking around him going around the house. a smirk pulled at his features as he pushed the baggie back into his pocket before he’s making his way around the home. easily, he knocked at the door before his tongue swiped across his lips; leaning against the post as he waited for her to open the door for him to go into the home.

“ it’s such a new form of media, i can understand why you may have forgotten. ” she had to pretend to not to be slightly disappointed that newspapers were dying ( to be fair, she only ever looked at them for the cartoons ). “ whatever makes you feel man, ” she played, finding threatening a man’s toxic masculinity was often the perfect way to a nice fuck. as he began to head to the door, she followed suit and opened the doors for him. seeing him lean against a post, she cocked an eyebrow. “ you look so very cool. ”

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ok ! i just finished gif’ing an interview, so imma go get dinner ( we stan moes ! ) then i’ll be back to do replies / answer ims ! lmk if i owe you a reply ( i liked all of the ones i owe, so if u replied to me and i didn’t like it, lmk ) !

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discnthrall‌:

          snežana knew that she would be able to convince the brunette to go with her; it wasn’t the worst idea she’s ever came up with and dahlia tended to agree with virtually any idea she thought of. when she was getting up and pulling on her jacket, the blonde made sure to fix her outfit and shoes. she threw her hair up into a ponytail before she began to lead them out of her place and outside. “everyone loves sitting on the tops of buildings. it’s an adrenaline rush that’s addictive. i’ll bring you and you’ll want to come back all the time.”, she warned as a teasing smirk pulled onto her pale features.

she didn’t doubt that it was an adrenaline rush, although she’d never related that back to superheroes ( whom she was now thinking of ). it already made sense, why they’d be on rooftops all the time, but it made even more sense when put into that context. “ i’ve heard it’s also very beautiful, ” dahlia replied, actively trying to juxtapose her counterpart’s point... while still making it fit ? “ i’ll have to give myself a hero – or villain – name when we get to the top. ” she didn’t even like superheroes that much !

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discnthrall‌:

          when she spoke, he couldn’t help but to laugh. “she died and i wasn’t invited to the funeral? harsh.”, he mused with a smirk. when she’s speaking up about romeo, he reached down into his pocket before pulling out a small baggie and holding his hand out up at her. “he brings cocaine,” pause as he used his free hand to point down at his pants. “and a working cock.”, he drawled before a smirk pulled at his features again. “heard you got all boring without me around.”, he teased as he kept his eyes up on her through the window. “got that depressed without a good fuck?”

“ why, i’m shocked you didn’t see the obituary in the newspaper ! it was an open funeral – if only you’d known... ” she continued, feigning shock. the second she saw him bring out the baggie – it was as if she turned into a completely different person, the one who released ‘living dead’, certainly not the one who released ‘happy’. he had that effect. in those moments, she couldn’t care less. “ if only you knew, darling. you may be a good fuck, but your dick isn’t magic, ” she teased. “ now, unless you think you can scale straight brick, come around to the front, ” she replied, cocking her head to the other side of the house ( wordplay not intended ).

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discnthrall‌:

          a laugh fell from the blonde’s lips as she heard the brunette’s words. “wow! you’ve never looked at a building and thought that sitting on the top and looking at the city would be beautiful? you’re missing out on life, dahlia.” she moved to grab a pack of what looked like cigarettes; that actually held blunts. “i’ll bring you to one then. i will know which one when we see it. we need to start walking! make sure you put on shoes!”

“ i’m not sure if the tabloids have been spreading rumors about me, but i can assure you: i’m not batman, spiderman, superman, or any of the ‘mans’ who sit and brood on building tops. ” it did sound like the absolute prime place to brood, though. “ of course, don’t tell tmz – being a superhero – or villain – would be great free promo. ” while the other took the pack of ‘cigarettes’, dahlia put her shoes and jacket back on – adventure is out there ! “ alright, let’s go. ”

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discnthrall‌:

          @suredahlia​ — to be fair, dom hadn’t been to dahlia’s place in a while. sure, they periodically would pop back into each other’s life for quick sex, but usually it was a hotel or his place; come to think of it. truly, he didn’t even know if the female still lived in the home. but, he was in the area and he took a risk as he climbed the fence in the backyard. yeah, this would be awful if she moved, but he was too fucked up to care as he walked to grab some small rocks to throw up at her window. when he saw a flash of brown, he momentarily thinks he’s monumentally fucked up. but then he spotted her face and a smirk pulled onto his features. “what happened to being the bottle blonde of all men’s dreams?”, he teased as he called out to her before a smirk pulled onto his features. 

dahlia had been putting off deadlines through unnecessary promotion of past eras as of late. sure, there were some things in store, but why focus on those when she could dig up the toy poodle who’d been her best friend from 2012-2014 ? of course, digging it* ( *her, better known as marilyn ) up also meant putting it* back. as she moved to place it back in the closet, she heard some thuds on the window ( and was sure she’d forget to post the picture ). peering out, she opened the window when she saw who it was. “ you mean to tell me you haven’t heard ? she died – it’s a true shame. ” canon ! “ and what happened to the romeo i ordered ? ”

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discnthrall‌:

           for a moment, the female is rambling about a show and about accents again and she’s feeling the pills that were washed down into her stomach almost an hour ago, and now she’s hearing the last of her words that caused the blonde to grow happy; “yay!”, she mused as she raised up her arms before laughing. then, she reached out toward the brunette to grab onto her hands so that she could pull her out of the bed. “do you have any buildings in mind? i love scaling buildings.”, she sighed before grinning again. “c’mon, it’ll be way more fun than laying around here.”

dahlia couldn’t tell whether it was due to inebriation or general boredom, but twice in one week had she caught people pretending to listen to her. she liked to believe it was the former. she liked to believe she wasn’t boring. was she though... ? of course, the other seemed to light up when she accepted the offer to scale a building and smoke. maybe she was boring... “ do i have any buildings in mind ? ” she mirrored, humored by the question. “ you know, i’m an open person – i’m open to any building. ”

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discnthrall‌:

          a laugh fell from snežana’s lips as she heard the other’s question. “i know what you’re talking about, but i never watched that until i was older.” but then again, it’s not shocking because it wasn’t really a show where she was from. “honestly, yeah. i had that genius idea too but then i tried it and my entire dream didn’t make sense because the talking was just the fucking video in my room.”, she explained with a laugh. “i don’t really think my accent is traditionally sexy, i guess. my accent is different, though, so i like it. not everyone has a ukrainian and new yorker accent combined; and mine is heavily ukrainian anyways; and there’s like barely any celebrities big around the world that have it.” the other was soon asking if she had an idea; which ended with her shrugging. “i don’t know. we can scale a building and smoke on the roof?” impulsive.

“ i think the first time i watched it was when i was, like... nineteen. all those ‘nineties kids’ posts that included ‘dexter’s laboratory’ ? i felt obligated to, ” she explained, so very unnecessarily. “ i can tell you anything about ‘green acres’, though. ” when she actually thought about it, she wasn’t sure who decided to bring dvds of the old tv show from america in mass to the small welsh town ( she still had no clue what it’d even been called ), but it fit the ideology: ‘you are my wife!’ ‘goodbye, city life!’ “ just like languages, i think there’s that barrier – romance languages have sexy accents, england, wales, and southern belle americans are often regarded as nice – all that, hm ? they’re also more common to hear in america, though. northern europe, russian, all others – unique. ” truth be told, she’d only been compared to posh spice once. her accent, while there were hints of english and some greek, was far closer to southern welsh. “ i’d be up for that. ”

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oliveraddcms‌:

being seen at a bar would be bad for him, but he really didn’t care at this point. he was finally in public eye and he had to go to places and all. he cocked his eyebrow up as he looked at the woman and he nodded a little bit as he picked up a whiskey glass and sipped at it. he was shocked she even wanted to be near him. their past wasn’t exactly happy or whatever. “nope. moved on to whiskey. beer tends to make me a little bit grumpy. what are you doing here?”

“ rightfully. there’s little alcohol in it and it tastes horrible. ” she was shocked people actually drank beer in the first place. even if it relied on an ‘acquired taste’... there were some far superior drinks.  “ you’re here to drink. so am i, ” she replied, ordering a martini when the bartender came over but we’ll skip that dialogue – it wouldn’t be any fun. there was a part of her that wanted to actually talk, as small talk wasn’t a specialty of hers and she figured there were things left unsettled. however, it’d been five years. it hadn’t even lasted long in the first place. but there was still so much she had to say on the matter that she hadn’t... but it didn’t seem the place or time, now did it ?

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discnthrall‌:

         a laugh fell from the blonde’s lips as she heard the other speak. it was random and humorous just how much the other hated the owl. don’t get her wrong, she hated him too. “that’s what i’m saying. you only learn the bare minimum and still can’t even talk anything. it’s a waste of time.”, she mused before she’s rolling off of her bed and standing up. “i agree, but i also love accents so i’m fake.”, she pointed out with a laugh. “now gets your pretty ass up! we need to do something. i’m bored.”

if the purge were real, and if the owl was real... she knew exactly what she would do. she’d thought about it before. “ do you remember that episode of ‘dexter’s laboratory’ where he thought he could learn french over night if he played it while he slept, but it got stuck on ‘omelette du fromage’ and that was all he could say the next day ? ” she’d actually been completely incapable of watching that as a child ( it was 99% green acres, 1% tom & jerry ). “ i feel as if he knows more french than anyone using duolingo ever could. ” ready for the purge... “ i think that’s the only place i excel in terms of ‘romance’. it’s been likened to posh spice, which i consider the greatest compliment, ” she replied, referring to her own accent. ah, her one redeeming quality. “ you got an idea ? ” 

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( @oliveraddcms )

she did her best to avoid him. she also figured that was obvious enough. if they weren’t meant to be seen together five years ago, were they meant to be seen together in the present ? was it a fairly passive-aggressive way of thinking ? sure. then again, what could be more passive-aggressive than the both of them writing what would be obvious songs about each other ? she knew he had more going on now – a fiasco with a fiancée whom she knew pretty well, but there was still lingering resentment on her part. when she saw him, and only when she saw him, she liked to tell herself that he was the catalyst in the madness that the ‘electra heart’ era spun into – why, the first song written for it was plenty hopeful ! and, sure, it would’ve had to turn somewhat darker at a point, but it just so happened to turn from personal experience. however, she still found herself drawn to him when she saw him ( maybe her projection was the reason, maybe he had some magnetic pull, maybe it just was what it was ). that being said, she didn’t leave when she saw there was only one stool left at the bar – one by oliver. no, she was that bitch™ who sat beside him anyway. “ still on beer ? or have you moved on ? ” she asked, cocking an eyebrow – you know, kind of relating it to that pool party thread that we didn’t have time to finish.