#lvciddreamt.

[guiltychems]

continued from here — @lvciddreamt .

“no, you can but you just decide not to,” retaliating words being thrusted back to him in a moment of her own mutual feeling of irritation. she’d probably have more success pulling teeth than getting the truth out of him. “god— look at you, mikey. if i don’t make this my business, you’ll lose your shit. you’re basically half way there. just tell me what’s wrong and whatever it is, we can fix it.” or at least try to.

[guiltychems]

“someone's going around killing people we're close to, luna, ” johnny says matter-of-factly and despite the nonchalant tone in his voice, he's spooked. afraid of who could be next. when they would be next. “for all we know, they're probably waiting for lockdown to be lifted.”

open: m/f/nb!

plot: there have been a series of m.urders in the area and it’s got ppl spooked, one or both of our muses could be involved or be the next target(s), idk go wild sjsjk

muse: luna artez, carefree (read: aimless) youngest child with too much attitude for her size, kind of like a chihuahua

“come on — they can’t seriously expect everyone to stay locked in their houses forever. it’s been, like, three weeks. whoever was chopping people up probably got bored and moved on to some other s.hitty little town.”

[heartflt]

♡ closed starter for @lvciddreamt.

ophelia closes her eyes and imagines it like it was before: all four of them, together, happy. obviously there were some rough spots along the way—from the start, even. she went mad in the beginning, some would say. bonnie said the same at first, but she grew to love ophelia. before. now ophelia's life is torn between a different now and before. her found family lost, taken. when ophelia opens her eyes, nothing is the same. she walks over to where the human bonnie is sleeping, rain hitting the window that ophelia had used to break in. ophelia sits on the side of the bed and leans over bonnie, waiting for the other to open her eyes before she asks, "penny for your thoughts?"

[painfools]

" did i know that my men would axe your husband to death and bring his head on a pike ? " sits back in his chair, shaking his head. " no. in fact, they didn't even know he was the king until they returned. " her people had fallen to the ground, some scurried about sobbing loudly over the horror. " i do not control the free will of my fellow warriors, nor do i understand why you are upset. " stands to his feet, crossing his arms before his chest. " i said that none of your people would get hurt. the king fled along with his soldiers, therefore relinquishing their loyalties to this kingdom. as i recall, that makes him an outsider. " tilts his head. " my promise still stands, or are you to challenge me on that notion too ? " / @lvciddreamt

[blcssom]

closed for @lvciddreamt ft. bambi moreno

she just barely hears them come in, popping up from beneath the blanket she's taken refuge under. "oh, hey.... i thought you'd be back later." considering she was supposed to be on a date, it wouldn't have mattered, but she's glad to have company. "my date cancelled so... maybe we could have a sleepover tonight instead?"

[c0zys]

" just lay down , will you ? that's what you can do . " he huffs . he rolls onto his side to better face the detail . he looks at him , blinking his eyes open to focus better on him . " you're acting . . weird. like normal . . like . . . " before . before the night shared on the rooftop , before a kiss and another , and another .

if only it were that easy. despite himself, irritation flared in hassan’s chest — of course val couldn’t understand why he needed this job — but then he softened, sinking down to eye level with the other. “can i get you anything? an aspirin, maybe?” after the events of the previous night, it was hardly a surprise that val had a headache. “you look a little pale. no offense.” his lips twitched momentarily into something resembling a smile.

[daisyior]

for @lvciddreamt , based on this.

“    just     so     you     know     ,     in     case     it     ever     anything     to     you     .     .     .     you're     still     the     BEST     i've     ever     had.     ”

[thursdaygrl]

closed starter for @lvciddreamt

"i don't wanna hear any whining when i kick your ass, okay? the wnba isn't constantly blowing up my phone for nothin'."

[angelvings]

                            « i       hate       to       see       you       hurt       .       i       really do       ,       it's       just       . . .       why       did       you       decide to call       me tonight       ?       out       of       all       the       people       in       the       world       ,       what       am       i       doing       here       ? » / @lvciddreamt ♡

[marisola]

@lvciddreamt / liked for a starter !

“  i  thought  you  were  done  with  me  .  ”  gaze  finds  theirs  as  he  speaks  .  nathan  didn’t  expect  them  to  be  here  ,  thought  whatever  went  on  between  them  was  finished  .  especially  after  the  last  conversation  they’d  had  .  homme  hadn’t  mean  to  catch  feelings  ,  ruining  their  friendship  wasn’t  exactly  what  he  had  planned  .  especially  after  lashing  out  the  moment  he’d  heard  they’d  gotten  into  a  relationship  .  small  sigh  parts  his  brims  ,  nods  for  them  to  walk  into  his  small  apartment  ,  door  closing  behind  them  .  “  first  ,  i  just  wanna  say  that  i'm  sorry  for  .  .  .  the  shit  i  said  yesterday  .  .  .  all  of  it  .  ”

[citrusfield]

@lvciddreamt

“have you felt… weird recently?” she feels silly for even voicing the concern (and even sillier for making sure they were in a room with no windows as she does it), but after the last few days of constantly looking over their shoulder, melina is starting to worry that they might be losing their mind. “uneasy, i mean. hairs standing on end type of thing… like you’re being watched.”

[angeldcgs]

closed: @lvciddreamt who: toby schaffer, he/him, 19, bisexual, journalism student/aspiring music journalist

"so, are you, like—" at the sound of his voice cracking, toby cleared his throat and tried again. "are you, like, um... with the band? or...?" to anyone more familiar with the music scene, it would've been clear what purpose they served in the grand scheme of things, but he was still getting a grip on all the rock 'n roll lifestyle entailed, and anyway, he didn't want to assume anything based on appearance alone.

[c0zys]

" oh you're playing therapist today ? is there a change in that paycheque from body guard ? i never know which one you are . " for someone who is not mad , his tone is awfully short and curt .

“like hell you’re not.” a wry little smile, not much warmth reaching his eyes. feeling sorry for himself, even if he was the one to blame for the way things were. “i can tell, okay? just talk to me.” because i can’t fucking stand this.

[heartflt]

♡ closed starter for @lvciddreamt based on this post.

"what do you think this is? a scary movie?" harrison's lacking smile doesn't hide the flippancy or sarcasm in his voice. he separates a sliver of the blinds with his fingers, sparing a quick glance at the dark, empty backyard before turning back to the lit room. "whatever creep called you is just fucking with you, okay? probably read about the murders online, same as everybody else," he offers.

[painfools]

" i ruined your life, didn't i ? " gulps, barely able to look in her direction. can feel his heart sinking to the pit of his stomach. never should've told her the truth. " i . . . hannah, you have to believe me when i say i never meant for any of this to happen. " / @lvciddreamt

[heartintact]

✧ closed starter / @lvciddreamt

Perhaps it made him a terrible person, but Dawson couldn’t believe his luck. He’d gone out with a clear purpose in mind: have a couple of beers, share some quality time with his friends, maybe –and just maybe– meet some pretty girl to go home with. But those plans had disappeared quickly from his mind as soon as his eyes focused on her. Adrienne. Looking as gorgeous as frustrated, a living embodiment of everything his older brother didn’t deserve. So, yeah; maybe he was wrong for being so tremendously happy to bail on the girl he’d been talking to and change his objectives into trying to make the brunette’s mood lighten up. But he didn’t really care. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” Dawson went straight to the point as he sat down next to Adrianne, an all too knowing smile on his face, “but I’ve been told I’m great when it comes to hearing someone out.”