#artisticfade

[zabrakzur]

rock bottom ain’t that hard to find

out of sight of anyone else (hopefully) with @artisticfade​ 

he’ll blame it on the bad nights. he’ll blame it on the hours tossing and turning trying to ignore the call of the ship. he’ll blame it on days of metal working, crouching in tiny corners, ducking under overhanging parts, attempting to keep his lady together. he’ll blame it on the step where there never used to be one. he’ll blame it on the wind coming from the ventilation shafts. he’ll blame it on the other man having the gravitational field of a medium sized planet. he’ll blame it on whatever he has to blame it on just so he doesn’t have to take the blame on himself.

so here’s what happens..

he knows where the ship needs repairing, the second whatever goes wrong. he always says it’s the ship talking to him, and then tells people she thinks he’s the handsomest man aboard when they ask why she doesn’t talk to anyone else then. he always says he’s just got a knack for finding the way things aren’t working properly and fixing them. he always says there’s just something you have or you don’t, and he just so happens to have it.

it leads him through the ship’s hallways that particular day, unsure of where to go until eventually he ends up in front of the door to someone’s quarters. he spends a good thirty seconds just frawning at the thick metal-alloy, wondering what could be wrong with the door before he realises the problem is not, in fact, where he’s standing, but further onwards, inside of this passenger’s very own private quarters. and so he does what he always does; he announces his presence by kicking a foot against the door and then drops his hand on the panel to make the door open. there’s no lock that keeps him out, because he needs to be able to go everywhere just in case there’s an emergency with the ship. he makes use of this privilege more often than strictly necessary, but there’s no one knowledgeable enough around to contradict him so he keeps doing it. it’s no different now.

perhaps, then, he should blame it on karma, or whatever it is people call reaping what you sow.

“something wrong with the ship,” he says as he puts himself in motion to enter the room. “gotta just check-” he stumbles. he doesn’t know how, doesn’t know why his feet aren’t as solid as they always are. he is a warrior, a man of many battles and wars waged and won. he is not a lightfooted gungan with a knack for tripping over air, nor does he have a history of his limbs giving out on him. but right then and right there, he trips, and he stumbles forward, and he reaches out his hands for balance but it is to no avail.

here’s what happens.

he falls forward, crashlands into the occupant of these particular quarters, chest against chest, nearly nose against nose, but reflexes have him tilt his head to avoid it, and so instead they collide lips to lips, tumbling down onto the bed in an uncordinated mess of flailing limbs and unexpected kissing, and he’s too stunned by the entire shocking turn of events to do much more than just undergo the inevitable. 

#thread | rock bottom #artisticfade #fuck i love this already #don't worry about length i got carried away by how much i love this #lmao

[ofpomonas-blog]

☮, ☯, Ω, ♧

☯:  𝐹𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝑒    

Pom never met a Jedi before, and suddenly there were seven of them. She had no blueprint of how they were supposed to be like, other than they were one with the force and saved the galaxy a few times. Those were just tales that traveled all the way to her isolated planet. But she pictured it, asked questions, and answered them herself. Akaides was nothing like the Jedi that she had come up within her mind.

He was a raging storm, nothing calm about him. He didn’t really make her feel at ease. Not in a way that was uncomfortable, but one that kept you on your toes, made your heart quicken and your nostrils flare. It oddly reminded her of home sometimes, when the season would hit, and the blizzards or hurricanes would come.

☮: 𝐹𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝑒

While she loved pretending that he made her angry. Her favorite thing about him was how he made her laugh, and it was so effortless. It both surprised and scared her how easy she was to laugh or smile because of something he said. It was out of comfort instead of an obligation. He made her feel like she was an actual girl, and Pom didn’t know she needed that until she had gotten it from him.

Ω:𝐹𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝑒'𝓈

She loves his eyes and his voice. He probably had people say that to him often as they were very striking and distinct. But the first time she looked into his eyes, she right away thought about her home. While she hardly visited that part of the planet, there were waters that were so crystal clear and blue, stormy every once a year when the monsoon season would hit. A moment in time when it would rain endlessly, and the waves would come alive. Those were his eyes, her home.

His voice was more like a bonus as it was different, like the rest of the people on the ship. She was also a girl that didn’t mind a pleasant deep voice or two. But he also kept using it for the wrong reasons, like making her want to punch him in the mouth sometimes.

♧: 𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝑒

Pom would grab him by the hand first, guiding him to one of her hideouts. She had a few as it became her hobby to open doors that never been opened before and go through things that had not seen the light of day in years. It would be dark, except for the small beam of light that came from her flashlight that she would bring to her ridiculous adventures. While she looked fragile or delicate, Pom wasn’t actually an innocent kisser. It would be soft like he might expect it to be, but it would be deep and long as she takes her time, comb her hands through his hair, give it a gentle pull. Perhaps get him to beg.

#𝓂𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓈 #and i oop #artisticfade

[misclued]

@artisticfade timestamp #2

“Excuse me,” she says lightly, “I can’t seem to find one of my bags.” Juliet is still wearing her winter clothes; long cream coat, grey wool trousers and knee-high boots. Her scarf is loose around her neck now, and she has flipped the metal grip on her cane up now that she is not longer walking outside. “It’s a large suitcase, hard body, four wheels and charcoal coloured. Any chance you’ve seen it?” 

#hqclue.starter #artisticfade #timestamp 02

[faye-westaway]

Sunflowers

It’s hard to remember all the details of that day. What order things happened in, what was said and done. Did she call the police first or did she rush to Sam’s side beforehand? Did she ride in the ambulance or the police cruiser? Faye’s not sure. All she really remembers are the questions that followed, the weird ringing pounding in her ears, how bright the lights were in the emergency room... it’s a jumble of information, none of which is relevant. They usher her from one specialist to the next: the doctor, the nurse, the police officer, the counsellor... more questions, no answers. Is Sam her friend? Yes. Did she know he was depressed? No. Did he ever talk about hurting himself? Sam doesn’t talk about himself. 

She’s still got the dress she wore that day stuffed in a plastic bag in the back of her closet. A birthday gift from her Aunt Clara, all stained red. The blood won’t come out. Not when that much has soaked through the fabric. She’s not sure why she hasn’t thrown it out yet. They’ve quarantined Sam’s room with angry, yellow tape. A sign not to enter, an indication that something terrible’s happened there. It’s been a few days since, almost a week. She can still see Sam’s face every time she closes her eyes, the wild look in his eyes... she can’t get the image out of her head, no matter how many times she tries to think of something else.

Leo’s hand brings her back to herself. “Hey, kid. Everything alright?” They’re parked out front of the hospital. She must’ve texted her brother at some point throughout that awful night because Leo showed up at her doorstep the following morning, suitcase in hand. Faye looks up at him, at those light blue eyes that mirror her own. Where would she be without him?

“Yes, sorry. I was just spacing for a minute.” She glances down at the assortment of sunflowers in her hands. A get-well gift for Sam. The florist’s pick. Something bright and cheerful always makes someone feel better. 

“Are you sure you don’t want me coming in there with you? I can wait out in the corridor while you visit.”

“Thanks, but I’m fine, Leo. Honestly.” 

Leo gives her a long, hard look before finally conceding. “Text me when you’re done, yeah? I’ll be in the cafeteria.”

She gives his hand a squeeze before stepping out of the car. The hospital is a maze of white, sterile hallways. After several wrong turns, she finally makes a right and finds Sam’s room. He’s not alone. The boy sitting by Sam’s bed looks like a mini replica of her friend.

“Hey,” she says to the pair of them, hovering in the doorway, bouquet in hand. “Is this a bad time for company?”

@artisticfade

#artisticfade #durham uni

[aidendarroch-blog]

timestamp 10 music and dancing hall. @artisticfade

The masquerade was in full swing and things seemed to be going as expected. Aiden grinned to himself because of course things are going as expected, I'm the one who planned this. His hubris always got the best of him when it came to his work. He was proud of his events and nothing would change that.... Especially not Samuel Wade, who was clearly busy talking to guests rather than doing his damn job. He was fairly certain he'd instructed the boy to do something out of sight, so that he couldn't cause trouble. He shouldn't have been surprised that he wasn't following orders. As Aiden approached, he nodded in greeting at the guests. "Mr. Wade, I require a moment." He spoke with authority, making it clear that he wasn't asking. Even if Samuel did mistake the tone, there was no way he'd miss the anger in Aiden's eyes.

#timestamp 010 #artisticfade #I love how in the gif david stands so still that the gif looks frozen.

[desmondbeaumont-blog]

💙:how would my muse handle seeing their object of affection falling in love with someone else?

💙:how would my muse handle seeing their object of affection falling in love with someone else?

Desmond would be devastated. At this point in his life, actually accepting that he has feelings for someone and letting himself be vulnerable would be huge for him. There’s also the element of him being so used to being liked, that he wouldn’t know how to handle someone not feeling the same way for him. It would be really difficult for him to watch someone he loves, love someone else.

#meme #hc #artisticfade

[sum-yama-blog]

slip of the tongue

@artisticfade

the question rang in her mind. “Any news about any cute boys or girls in your life, Sum?” if she hadn’t been focused on shoving the veggie feast pizza into her mouth asap, she might have answered more diplomatically. “nah, nobody important.” she said before taking another bite of the pizza, the moment which she knew that she probably should have thought that through instead of being so dismissive. shit.

#sam #brighton #i'm gonna start a tag #the sumsam discourse #for all their idiocy #12signsbrighton #artisticfade

[burycora-blog]

— fall festival threads

✿ haunted house horrors with @cleofairchild ✿ laser tag wars with @eltoromagico ( — post starter ) ✿ gardening booth with @eltoromagico

currently plotting with: @imogenxsong & @artisticfade

still need to plot with: @desmondbeaumont @faye-westaway @alexxxpapi @justicenotpeace @dxne-aries @sum-yama 

— aka i’ll slip into your ims or pester you on discord once i’ve tried to do replies but please feel free to scream at me if i forget!!

#( thread tracker ) #icb how much time i just wasted on making this pretentious template work #instead of actually plotting & writing :')))))

[solobyduality-blog]

WAITING

barfight thread - @justicenotpeace

close quarters - @eltoromagico

don’t bite my lips or bat my eyes - @notkellyrowland

of foxes and henhouses - @nolafoxcroft

paranoia answer - @artisticfade @eltoromagico

paranoia answer - @nolafoxcroft

paranoia reply (???) - @veraharper

WRITING

canon info: powers

PLOTTING

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MESSAGING

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#tracker

[nolafoxcroft-blog]

break open the sky

@artisticfade

         once the clock ticked well past midnight, the pair found themselves crawling out onto the roof, unable to resist the balmy air and clear skies. the two weren’t close. not at all, actually. in fact, nola’s knowledge of sam was largely from sum’s stories (for better or for worse). yet, together they basked in the dim glow of the summer twilight, oscillating between a calm silence and subtle bursts of small talk. a meager collection of empty beer cans was stacked up by the window they’d climbed out of. the alcohol had helped ease them into a rhythm. a sort of lukewarm, temporary camaraderie.

          an ecstatic gasp escaped nola’s lips as a vivid light streaked across the night sky. their left arm shot out and upward, pointing into the star-speckled deep blue. “did you see that?!” they exclaimed, wide eyes searching sam’s face for a hint of a reaction. it was the second shooting star in the past ten minutes. was it a miracle or an illusion? the beer in their right hand, and the various glasses and bottles and cans that had preceded it, may have had a role to play. but, god, nola was sure, so sure, that their eyes were seeing the truth. they wanted little more than for sam to share their excitement and confirm what they saw.

          not half a minute passed when a third shooting star zipped overhead. “look!” nola yelped, promptly elbowing sam, demanding his full attention. “you saw that one, right? you had to have seen that one!”

#⎡✧ › ˚ cancer ⋮ ❛ sam ⎦ #⎡✧ › ˚ event ⋮ ❛ brighton ⎦

[ofpomonas-blog]

Diamond, ruby, moonstone

𝒟𝒾𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒹: Out of the people you know personally, who would you be most willing to marry? If you’re already married, who else would you marry?

Pom thought about Arden at home, the noble boy that might have been her fiance if it wasn’t for the trade and the following attack afterward. He would’ve been the perfect boy to marry because he literally was the ideal male in the eyes of the king. There was Valen, but that was a secret that she would never ever dared to speak of to anyone. Now she was looking at Akaides, his signature ocean blues that she secretly loved, and the way her heart would flutter at the idea of kicking him hard in the shins, every time he would get on her nerves or make her blush. “You’re asking this for yourself, aren’t you? Want me to say I will marry you. — My answer is a secret.”

𝑅𝓊𝒷𝓎: If you had the courage to tell the person you love that you have feelings for them, would you?

Pom wasn’t lying when she said that she shared no problem sharing her fear. Didn’t mean she didn’t have them. Rejection and being looked down upon was probably one of the things that she did not like nor could accept. If she wanted to tell them, there had to be a certainty that it would be reciprocated. “Would you accept my feelings, if I said I had them for you?” Pom shook her head, waving away the question with her hand. “Nevermind that. I will tell them when I know the moment is right.”

#𝓂𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓈 #artisticfade #moonstone was already answered! :D

[faye-westaway]

Ice Cream

@artisticfade

For once, Faye was looking forward to a group activity. Since she didn’t drink, and most of the week’s activities had involved alcohol, she had felt completely out of place in just about every situation. 

Going to the ice cream parlour was something she could manage. Something easy. She hadn’t had an ice cream since last summer when she had gone to visit her brother in London. She missed Leo. He was a welcome presence in her life, someone she could rely on to make her smile or laugh on any given day. Now that his band had begun to make for itself, she got to talk to him less and less. They were scheduled to tour America some time in the fall. 

She soon fell in step with Sam. She didn’t know him very well, but he scared her less than some of the others in the group.

“What flavour are you feeling today?” she asked him.

#artisticfade #trip to brighton

[desmondbeaumont-blog]

❤:does my muse consider themselves a romantic?

❤:does my muse consider themselves a romantic?

As of right now? Not at all. He doesn’t have any romantic experience, where he could call someone his significant other. He finds himself a little dysfunction in the romance department. He has potential he doesn’t know about though.

#meme #hc #artisticfade

[sum-yama-blog]

;; tracked

so i’m gonna start doing this by character as i think i’m gonna find that easier? let’s change it up. most of this is gonna be wE SHOULD PLOT as i’ve been away so i’m going to send some messages round too. 

JUDE @eltoromagico

seeing stars, just replied! 

down for more plots fo sho!

SAM @artisticfade

cheer up buttercup, done!

one foot..., waiting on a reply but we can end it soon if you want? i don’t mind

i’ve treated you wrong..., also waiting 

as always i’m down for plotz 

DES @desmondbeaumont

the way to do it, i owe you!! i’ve had it in my drafts for ages dw i’ll reply soon i’m sorry

playing with shadows, i owe you! this was sum’s oldest active thread, too.

AS ALWAYS down to plot w/ u 

FAYE @faye-westaway

nothing??? we should plot i’m gonna message you

JUSTICE @justicenotpeace

i know we had stuff planned for brighton that never happened but lets plot again!!! 

IMOGEN @imogenxsong

writing your starter!

KELLY @notkellyrowland

i have no threads with you rn!!! we should do smn about that cause i luv kelly

if i’ve made any mistakes or missed anything lmk but i just wanted to do this so that i knew what was going on before i dove back in! love you all and thanks for putting up with me

#tracker

[twelvesignsrp]

SUM / SAM aesthetic | @sum-yama @artisticfade

feel it coming back, watch it turn to black. but i’m brighter when you make me fade

#1 month edits #artisticfade #admin l