#solitvdcs

[svltairs]

✉️ dawson.

valentina: what was the name of the last girl you dated?

valentina: the annoying one?

[reversecreek]

15 dagda RISE

❛  15 .   a  kiss  that  comes  out  of  nowhere .

It was a curious thing, Dawson showing up at Abernathy Creek that night. Unlike the first, where his eyes had blinked among a huddle of friends, one growing bold enough to lob a bottle that smashed against half rotten wood before they split like startled mice -- all but Dawson, who remained, apologising when he saw Magda step out from the shadows. She could still remember her cigarette unfurling a smoky question mark from the end, the way she lifted it to take a drag without answering him at all. Eerie, her owl-in-the-rafters stare, probably enough to stand the hairs on the back of his neck on end. This time, he came to see her especially -- not the house, that great big scab in Irving that everyone loved to pick at, but her, plucked out of the devouring mouth of the commune’s black hole like a star the sky didn’t want to lose just yet -- and Magda couldn’t stop staring at him. It made her feel special in a way that disgusted her, had her fantasising grinding herself up with mortar and pestle, sprinkling the wanting flecks of herself for the wind to disperse where nobody could find them. She’d messed everything up with Barnes, Hunter was just an empty space on the mattress, and Magda found herself supposing it might be nice, maybe, for someone to really look at her without having to ask them to, not that she’d ever try. Dawson was stood by a tree. Covering the moon with his thumb and scrunching one eye to line it up right. Blathering about it being a party trick, despite the fact that it didn’t quite qualify. Magda didn’t listen, only took a drag from their joint as she studied his face, watching the animation in it that was a world apart from her own. In snap judgement, she gave him a push so his back thumped into the bark, startling the rest of his sentence into his throat with a sudden bob of his Adam’s apple. Silent, as she watched him. A bit like catching an animal in a trap only to stare at it, smoke exhaled from her mouth in thin mist, rustles of the leaves in the breeze sounding like whispers around them -- they only got louder when she finally met his lips with hers, fast as a snap of elastic or a barrelling train, brass knuckled and assured from a girl so short. She could tell she’d surprised him when she pulled back and his eyes opened wide, flitting between hers as if waiting for something else to happen, no-one ever sure when it came to what Magda was thinking. Maybe she’d surprised herself, too. Brain starved of oxygen in the kiss, she ignored subtle white spots in her vision with an unreadable expression. The fist that’d gathered a handful of his shirt to hold him there went slightly lax but didn’t lose it’s grip, knuckles tucked against the warm ridge of his sternum -- frozen mid knock, in a way, an unrealised request to be let inside. “I have party tricks, too.”

[mocnliights]

lily, marigold, nasturtium for anyone !!

FOR NADIRA :

lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  

not ... kindly :grimacing: it’s no secret that nadira was always more a daddy’s girl . they were two peas in a pod and she would much rather follow her dad around work growing up than sit backstage at a fashion show watching her mom get her makeup done . aside from a surface level relationship , they never bonded beyond that as nadira grew up , but no matter how much her mom preferred to pay attention to her career , she was still her mom . nadira still would’ve gone to the ends of the earth for her , despite a lack of strong bond , until the khans’ marriage frayed . while her brother remained a bit more neutral , nadira essentially cut ties with her mother .

FOR LUCA :

marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?  

i think luca has the potential to be a jealous person , but so far , has yet to commit to anyone or anything that warrants those feelings . yeah right now , he wouldn’t even recognize jealousy if it punched him in the stomach tbh . he’s too detached and doesn’t believe anything is his or anyone is going to be in his life for too long anyways , so what’s the point of getting invested to the point of jealousy ? the day he does realize he has a bit of a green monster , i think he would do mental somersaults to at least act more detached , discard feelings , and do more luca things .

FOR ROSEMARY :

nasturtium :   describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland .  

rosie is irving embodied in a human body . she loves her birthplace and can’t imagine being anywhere else . more accurately , she’s never even dreamed or thought about being anywhere else , though she could be meant for more . the way rory gilmore loves stars hollow is how rosie loves irving . on the opposite end , she doesn’t have any particular attachment to south korea , where her dad’s side of the family is from . the koos have been in america for multi-generations and her mixed racial identity is something she’s always struggled with . but ! she has become more interested in learning about korea’s history and culture , not just the americanized version of traditions her family practices , in recent years .

[saltedstorm]

the irving hospital was an all too familiar site for meredith.  she could remember running around this cafeteria as a child, her father grabbing the back of her shirt and telling her to sit still, but ultimately giving in as the white walls of a hospital are no place for a kid, he knew that.  her sister would often be off having tests, sitting through dialysis, getting infusions to help with the fainting.  her parents tried to keep the both of them happy, tried to give them some semblance of a normal childhood.  looking back, meredith didn’t feel any sort of loss.  she didn’t mourn her youth.  she had always been happy, and for every scary memory she had in these halls there was a memory of joy, of a kind nurse, of a funny joke from her sister, of trick or treating with doctors.  it was a mixed bag, and being there didn’t really phase her anymore.  walking through the cafeteria, she grabbed a tray, starving from an all night fast for her bloodwork.  she knew exactly where to go, knew to avoid anything barbecue, and knew that the green jello was secretly the best flavor.  she also knew the best spot in the house was the half shaded table in the corner - private and slightly warmed from the sunlight streaming through the skylight.  that was exactly where she plopped herself, her fork digging into her fruit cup as her other hand cracked open a can of soda.  pretty soon, she saw a shadow loom over the table, looking up to see someone had sat themselves at the other end.  she suddenly felt the need to claim her territory.  “oh sure, just have a seat then,” she said sarcastically, gesturing with the can in her hand.  the cotton ball taped to her arm crinkled as she retracted her hand, taking a sip.  “don’t mind me.”  ( @solitvdcs )

[irvinghq]

here's kingston!!

please follow!

[goldsfm]

media  starter  / @solitvdcs​  +  parker​  (   dance monkey ,  tones and i  )

                   “  i  see  you  every  time  . . .  “    words  are  out  before  he  can  stop  them ,   but  there’s  a  quick  clearing  of  throat  and  he  glances  away  .  keep  cool  .   “   ―  and  uh ,   i  like  your  style .   “

[freddve]

𝙵𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙰 𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷 𝙶𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶'𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒶 featuring @slversoul & @solitvdcs .

i am on this website to be an irritating, sexy presence. don’t forget that.

[unearthcd]

→ @solitvdcs​

a faint chill crawled up the backs of august’s legs as she swung them out of bed, finally giving in to the fact that her body was resisting sleep. she’d set down her book—Moby Dick, a leather-bound edition of black and gold thread—about an hour ago, the cogs in her mind refusing to slow even after she’d placed it back on her nightstand. many of her nights took a similar course; more than she’d like to admit. the near-silence was unsettling, august never having predicted that she’d miss the constant hum of a living, moving city just outside her window. her feet met the hardwood and she sighed, considering her options, then moving around her bed and towards a window. it’d been left open a crack, the air surprisingly warm for this early in the year. she wouldn’t have to bundle up to go outside, an intriguing thought that led to another and another until she landed on the idea of going for a swim—the first of the year, the first since she’d been back. perhaps a few laps and some time dedicated to staying afloat would tire her out enough to make a few hours of sleep possible.

not bothering to change out of the navy slip that hung from her shoulders, august quietly opened her bedroom door and started down the hall. then, without allowing herself a second to think it through, she approached the door to the guestroom she’d offered sam and knocked twice. she half-expected him not to be there, growing used to the way he appeared like an apparition every two or three days. a feat that wouldn’t be so easily achieved once her dads were back home next week. truthfully, august hadn’t put any thought into what would happen then, though she reassured herself that things would work themselves out just fine. still, the obstacle—the inability to decide one-hundred percent, on her own what happened in her living space—made the prospect of looking for an apartment more appealing. soon. maybe. an apartment felt permanent, a commitment for at least six months, and frankly she didn’t want to make such a decision just yet.

having waited a few seconds, she slowly opened the door a couple inches, stepping forward to peek inside. he was there—and if she was seeing correctly, he too was still awake. august didn’t know which one managed to surprise her more. “hey,” she spoke quietly, pushing the door open some more and leaning against its frame. “i realized that you’ve been here a handful of days, give or take, and still haven’t tried out the pool. so... care to join me?” not quite waiting for an answer, she nodded towards the staircase and began walking backwards and away from the door.

[slversoul]

FOR RYAN ( @solitvdcs​ )

it wasn’t the smartest idea she’d ever had, but it would be a stretch to call any of her ideas smart. when asked, she’d blame it on the ecstasy, but she could never pass on the opportunity to show off. he handed her the knife and she spread her fingers across the table, moving the knife in between each finger. she’d seen kids do it with pencils in elementary school, and she’d practice by herself in the comfort of her room. she picked up the pace, proud she was executing the skill perfectly. she got too confident, looking up and meeting his eyes, smirking. it didn’t take long before she misjudged and accidentally stabbed her hand. a simple “oh, i think i need to go to the hospital,” was all she said before leaving and heading to the emergency room. someone was nice enough to give her a ride, but she was entranced by the knife still in her hand. 

sitting on the hospital bed, her legs were swinging as they hung off of it. she didn’t even recognize ryan at first, not expecting to see him here. “doc, i’m dying.” lifting up her wounded hand. “i need stiches and anesthesia asap. i sure hope you don’t have any beef with any of the other doctors because i don’t want you guys to be gossiping as you’re patching me up like they do in grey’s anatomy.” her words were rather calm, but she’d had her fair share of injuries throughout the years. there was no recognition there either, too caught up in her current state of being.

[svltairs]

closed to  :  @solitvdcs​ location  :  scuba

     a night out like this is a recipe for disaster, but she was sick of sitting within her apartment walls, something dark ready to claw its way out of her skin. i’ll just have one drink is the mantra that plays through her head as she waves to get the bartender’s attention. that’s how this always starts, but this time, she means it ( until she doesn’t, of course ). it’s then, that a familiar voice sounds from behind her, one she’d recognize anywhere. and it’s owner is one that she had been avoiding ever since realizing they settled in the same sleepy seaside town. she’d duck her head and get out of there, but it’s too late. she’s been spotted. “ spencer . . . hey, ” she greets him, uneasiness in her gaze, “ funny seeing you here. ”

[lexitxylor]

lex & imogene @solitvdcs​​

“oh hey, darling,” lexi grinned, her shoulders bouncing with excitement as her milkshake was placed on the table. her usual, a strawberry vanilla number with extra sprinkles, looked especially appetizing. maybe, though, it was just the person that delivered it that made it extra special. “if i had known you were here, i would have asked for two straws,” she teased. 

[mocnliights]

20 for spencer and nadira :D

20 .   a  kiss  out  of  desperation .

their last encounter has left her unraveling . after months , nearly a year , of successfully avoiding spencer , it comes to a crashing halt , and she’s done for . she isn’t supposed to be hung up on him . yes , she misses him , but she isn’t supposed to still be so hopelessly in love with him . she isn’t supposed to be thinking about him nonstop , wondering what happens next . if there even is a ‘ next ’ for them . and then , there he is . nadira stops in her tracks when she spots him across the street , emerging from kahlo’s , the site of her heart’s apparent outpouring . she watches him and her mind is instantly quiet . every last lingering question about their relationship dissipates when all that matters is standing right in front of her --- well , in front of her and a few quick strides away . that’s all it would take , to reach him again , to beg him for another chance . she doesn’t know how long she’s been staring . it could’ve been two seconds , it could’ve been five minutes . truthfully , it was likely only a handful of seconds , since he’s just made it to the edge of kahlo’s and the neighboring establishment when nadira starts moving quickly . she barely checks traffic before crossing , pace quickening with each step until she’s within arms length . “ spencer , ” she calls for his attention , but it’s unnecessary as she reaches out to grab his hand . one pull , one turn , and she greets him with her lips , desperate to make up for lost time . to try and convince him to forgive her . to tell him in the familiar dance of their lips she’s never stopped loving him .

[cvastals]

The basement of Scuba’s was crowded and stuffy, body heat making the air humid despite the lack of a breeze from outdoors influencing the texture. It was just about Frankie’s nightmare - sometimes, he could barely contain himself in a one-on-one conversation with his new favourite person, forget the bump and drawn attention of people pushing past him. But it’d be rude, to up and leave, when he told Spencer he’d be there that night. And Spencer was somewhere on that list of current favourite person - the task of locating him was just deemed more stressful than Frankie had anticipated, “Boo,” Sounding unsure, as he usually did, when he shoved his way into the booth across from the person he’d been seeking. Frankie hadn’t bother asking what the plan was - whether others were coming, if this was their only destination for the night. The world was usually tainted with pink, rose coloured glasses slipped on, when Spencer reached out to Frankie, “I murdered three trolls and solved an elves riddle just to... make it here. Very crowded. Was this your, uh, plan the whole time? To get me... all vulnerable?” he asked, monotonous as per usual, but anyone who knew him well knew this was Frankie teasing - light-hearted, if you could believe it. Without asking for permission, he reached across the table and grasped at Spencer’s drink, “What is this?” and took a desperate gulp before his company could even answer - both due to a genuine need for something to cool him down and desperate to soothe frayed nerves. @solitvdcs​

[goldsfm]

@solitvdcs​  +  parker.

              “   you  sounded  like  you  weren’t  having  a  good  day  when  you  texted  earlier  so  . . .  “   hands  motion  toward  the  blanket  fort  strewn  across  the  living  room . 

[freddve]

        “stinky milo, sweetie, you’re doing AMAZING,”​ says freddie as she performs an underwhelming copy of kris jenner’s iconic line, crossing her arms across her chest with a sour expression clinging to her lips. “i suppose you're not used to, like, big and luxurious and elegant spaces,” eyes wander around, “because you’re homeless and low on the food chain. right?” it used to be her parents’ bedroom, not that mr. golding would ever stoop so low and set foot in irving — god knows freddie’s done her best, erasing every trace of mrs. golding from her new bedroom; ten years ago this very same place looked like a cover story of architectural digest and now... it represents freddie’s state of mind, alright. she jumps up from her burnt orange bean bag, inching towards her old nemesis, “anyway, i’m thinking.. lime green for that side,” the tequila bottle she’s clinging to like her life depends on it shakes and spills with her sudden moves, “especially over that monstrosity. fuck that. some random chick painted it and i need it gone,” her tone misses the hatred she hopes to channel and it’s painfully obvious that freddie’s aware of it too, swigging from her bottle like she’s some sort of a manic pixie dream girl written by an army of old dudes locked in netflix headquarters. “you want some?” she takes a second sip before tilting the bottle towards his face, “never have i ever imagined i would be drinking with you, especially out here of all places, but.. life is weird, so drink with me, yeah?” freddie absentmindedly fiddles with a curl, staring at half painted walls, waiting for the secrets of universe to unravel right there, right then. “and yellow. someone.. said i’m a yellow girl. don’t know what he was thinking about, really.” her face darkens as if someone’s blown out the only candle in the room, sorrow creeping through the cracked mask only for a split second before it’s glued back on and all is well with the frederica peach golding cinematic universe. “what do you say? i’m sure your taste sucks and i’ll eventually need to come up with a sexy, innovative idea, but whatever – i’m open to suggestions.” / @solitvdcs​

[unearthcd]

→ @solitvdcs​

an uncommon quiet cast over the local irivng library, a stark contrast to the typical commotion that attacked the senses in the tourist trap’s more popular destinations. the beach, the pier, rockin’ and rollin’, and a flurry of other brightly lit, beach town staples. it came without surprise, seeing as no tourist made their way to the locale with reading in mind. there was no blaming them, either—it simply wasn’t what came to mind when the average person was talking about irving. but for august, who’d grown up frequenting the building nearly as often as school, the two were synonymous. it belonged in the fishbowl full of things she was reminded of when thinking about home, each handwritten on a small slip of paper. aquila drive. vela pier. 48 orion. the cove. the library. its high ceilings and maze of shelves had served as her playground and her shelter, in which she could get consumed for hours. in which she still did, come to find out, august glancing down at her phone from her spot perched against the wall under a large window. she’d hardly noticed the small crowd thinning, only alerted to the passage of time by an incoming text. 5:17 pm. a sigh passed her lips, book in her grasp coming to a close. they’d start kicking people out any minute now. and so she came to her feet, smoothing out her dress before making her way towards the front desk.

she’d looked down for two seconds, if that, fingertip tracing the book’s spine until it reached the author’s last name. it was then that she felt the collision against her shoulder. “sorry,” august began apologizing immediately, looking up and over her shoulder at the person she’d managed to bump into in a building as spread out and unpacked as this. embarrassing. not that she dwelled on the feeling, eyes coming to squint at the familiar face. “sam?” she recalled quietly, turning to face him. she studied him as though he could go transparent any moment. not that what he did was much different. “here i thought you were a figment of my imagination,” she spoke again after a few seconds. “a ghost. or is that still the case?”