Murder Boyfriends

Moon Madness in March.

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Samuel Green - Moodboard

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Nanna Baldwin Webster - Moodboard

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Kalima Sadik - Moodboard

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Moodboard - Hjalte Nordfjeld

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Moodboard - Birk Nordfjeld

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riley: Silke, keep an eye on Dracon today. He's going to say something to the wrong person and get punched. silke: Sure, I'd love to see Dracon get punched. riley: Try again. silke: : I will stop Molly from getting punched. riley: Correct.

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I’ll be taking a nap upstairs, so wake me up if you need me. And by ‘need me,’ someone had better be dying.

Riley

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Cemal: You have to pick your battles, Gülden. G: I’m full of rage and I’m picking all of them.

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I always have a note in my pocket that says ‘Valentina did it’ just in case I’m murdered because I don’t want her to remarry.

Carmen, probably

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liam: So... are you a boy or a girl?

mel: I’m a god.

liam: No, like... what’s in your pants?

mel: Mischief.

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I like to establish dominance by staring at everyone while unplugging their phones from the charger to plug in my own.

Kalima

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dracon, playing with a Ouija board: If there are any demons here tonight, tell me… does this sound like Shakira? La le lo le-

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silke: so is this thing between Riley and Avery supposed to be a secret?

g: hardly. the only people who don’t know Riley loves Avery back are Riley and Avery.

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dominica: As your best friend–

silke: Carmen is my best friend.

dominica:

dominica: AS YOUR BEST FRIEND.

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silke: I have an idea. riley: Silke, your last idea was to murder.

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mel: Bad news: Dominica locked the keys inside the building. mel: Good news: We didn't have to wait around for a locksmith. mel: Bad news: Silke finds it very concerning that I know how to pick locks, and tried to unlock my Tragic Backstory™️. I was too embarrassed to admit that the reason I learned how to was that, at thirteen, I figured that was the kind of skill that would impress cute boys. mel: Good news: A cute boy saw me do it. mel: Bad news: It was Cemal, and since he's already seen me fall out of several trees, cry because I saw a fawn that was just too damn small, and knows I can ride a unicycle, he'll never think I'm cool no matter what I do. mel: It's too late. He knows.

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torvi: [comes down for breakfast] hjalte: it's really muggy out today torvi: if i go outside and all our mugs are on the front lawn, i'm going to kill you hjalte: [sips coffee from a bowl]