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@lilacrespite
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a dependent multi-muse blog written for nepofm, penned by link ( she/her . cst . ) . please do not interact with this blog if not affiliated with nepofm. all triggering content will be tagged accordingly . sending love and light . / ARCHIVED.
status : closed / ( @trismp4 ) location : tristan's apartment !
this wasn't a first time thing. nevaeh often let herself in tristan's apartment with the spare he'd given her and made herself at home. whenever things got too difficult, or too loud and nevaeh had nowhere to put it, she'd go to tristan's. whether or not he was there didn't entirely matter. as long as his bathtub was available. a hot bath, fully clothed ( shoes included ), and her favorite dish floating in front of her, offered a certain type of serene she couldn't explain and tristan never asked her to. ❝ what if gordon ramsey can't actually cook ? ❞ she offered as a greeting as tristan walked in. even with the lights off, only her phone flashlight illuminating the tub so she could see her food, it was a sight he should be use to seeing. ❝ what if he just gaslit everybody into thinking that he's like this grade a chef by being really mean, when really he's subpar at best ? ❞
his infamous clumsiness combined with the sturdiness of a solid wooden telephone pole knocks him right to the ground as he grunts, surprised but certain that he isn't hurt — not too badly, anyway. his nose smarts a little, and so curious fingers probe the tender skin as luna kneels beside him. "you can't possibly be surprised that i've fallen for you." he wants to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear or use his thumb to clean the dark lipstick that he must have smudged, but as he glances down at his hand he notices a sticky redness coating his palm. "oh yeah, that's blood. cool." he's probably racked up more injuries of outlandishly varying levels of severity over his lifetime than dewey did in five scream movies. drew is desensitized enough to it that his reaction to getting injured is even pretty much the same as his reaction to watching dewey get injured ... in the first four movies, at least. "i'm good." rising to his feet with only limited use of the telephone pole to help him keep his balance, he closes his bloodied hand over his nose and extends his other hand to help luna up. "should probably call my publisher and reschedule that meeting, though." even though he really does think that he's fine, he and his agent have already had numerous discussions on boardroom etiquette and although he was never really listening, he's going to take a stab at showing up with fresh bloodstains all over his shirt being on the ' improper etiquette ' list that he's never read. "and get cleaned up." which, there's no actual reason he can't go do at his own residence while he makes the call to reschedule his meeting, but rather than start walking again or reach for his phone, drew's clean fingers slip in between luna's. "you don't have to help me though," he tells them anyway.
luna took his quick witted remark to mean that he was fine ( outside of the blood leaking from his nostrils, of course ). ❝ drew... ❞ they scolded, though it was accompanied by a soft laugh. the corny line earning up a pink tint on her cheeks, but even in their bashful state, they could still worry about him. ❝ exactly, blood. so try not to move too fast, it might make you bleed more. ❞ there was no evidence to back that up, but she was in ' better safe than sorry mode '. from their first meeting, it was no secret to them how deeply they cared about drew. she thought about him every second of every day, which meant they were always thinking about his wellbeing as well. as he sat there on the ground, they jumped to worst possible conclusions: what if he broke his nose ? what if he was concussed ? what if he hit his head so hard he got amnesia ? ( it happene don her moms telenovelas all the time ! ). she goes to to place a hand on his face again when he captures their hand in his and stalls all further movement for a moment. ❝ of course i'm going to help you. ❞ they pout at the implication that she wouldn't. ❝ are you sure you're okay ? no star seeing ? no throbbing nose ? any headaches ? can you remember who the president is ? do you have a fading memory of the last few days ? do you know who i am ? ❞ logically, his fingers slipping comfortably between her own gave her the answer to that question. but she was panicking, slightly. it would be nice to have verbal confirmation. ❝ let's get you inside. you can wash the blood of your face and hands, call your publisher, and i'll get you something chilled to put on your face and also help you stay awake in case you're concussed or something. ❞ luna doesn't wait for a response; with a gentle tug they lead him back into the home, closing the door gently behind them and shifting the butterflies that were flying in their stomachs only mere moments before into more helpful busy bees aiding them in their mission to make sure drew was okay. it was dramatic, but so were they.
of course luna would hear a story about a man called the midnight master scooping children up with his terrifyingly and inhumanly long arms, and think that, perhaps, he's just trying to protect the children that sneak out into the dark, because there are scarier things in the dark than what they know. of course. "i'm sure if your version of both of those stories were a little more widely accepted or known, then maybe a teeny little nicolaus wouldn't triple check his window in the middle of the night." he laughed. "your brain is crazy, you know that?" "just a little bird," he said again, not wanting to give up his source in case she brought out all her knowledge of horror and the occult on an unsuspecting victim in retaliation. "come on, nothing is really hidden away in our world." at their explanation, nicolaus snorted. "i don't know why that, of all things, would scare him away from you. has he seen your spider room yet? if that hasn't turned him off, nothing will. who else have you invited?" you know. now that he was looking at them out in this cafe light, she was...kind of...cute. wait. that was probably the bad voice in his head talking. nicolaus dropped his eyes smoothly back down to his phone as if he was ready to take notes on the trip in his calendar.
❝ well that's because the tales are only told from the mouths of an adult. all imagination gets lost when that happens, especially if you're a parent. you're not going to encourage your child to wander around at midnight because the midnight master will protect them, especially if you have no proof. so they create failsafes, turn well meaning creatures, into monsters. ❞ it's clear by the way they speak with such enthusiasm that the things that go bump in the night don't scare them. the monsters, myths, and creatures found in her books and peer review journals, were like a second family to them. she found pieces of herself in every story and wanted to protect them the way that she and kids like them, should have been protected growing up. ❝ yeah, yeah, i'm nuts, baby i'm mad, the craziest friend that you've ever had. ❞ they recited their own lyrics. ❝ been there wrote a song about it, not my best work personally. i don't even like alice in wonderland that much, but... ❞ they dropped off the point with a shrug, figuring they'd made their point. it didn't take long for their eyes to narrow. as someone who dealt with not one but two scheming relatives growing up, they're immediately suspicious of nicolaus' withholding of information. ❝ which bird. sounds like a bird who doesn't like having feathers if they're going around spreading my business. do you like your feathers, nicolaus ? ❞ there's a certain drawl on his name as they set their phone down and lean forward. the art of vague threats being something they'd perfected by the time she was eleven. ❝ of course he's seen the spider room, he loves the spider room. i'm gonna make him a venom ring to match one of mine. he's not the outlier here by the way, you're all just cowards. the spiders are literally in enclosed spaces. they can't harm you. relax...━━━ so far, i invited you. rory. rafa, by default because i know he'll wanna come. and then i'm going to invite izzy. maybe his friend nora, but they still have a hard time being around me and not screaming at top volume because she's excited so. we'll see. ❞
charlotte finds herself easily interested in everything that they were saying , the passion impossible to even ignore . her knowledge in terms of horror isn't very high and it's unfortunately not even her favorite genre to watch ; very far from her first choice in what to watch . all that doesn't exactly matter to her in this moment because it feels like she's getting a bit of a much needed lesson here . “ hmm . . . those don't sound exactly fitting for the story . it cannot be that hard to find someone who is genuinely fit to play a role like that , can it ? although , i suppose media loves a bit of whitewashing in everything . — riverdale ? i forgot that that was a show that went on . how far in was this ? i can't imagine that they've had a great run at any sort of story telling . . . have you considered making your own film or screenplay ? i don't know if that's something you'd be able to do but it could be fun and you'd know it's being done justice . ” // @lilacrespite
it was nice to get the opportunity to ramble on and on about these things without watching as someone's eyes glossed over and know that they'd stopped listening. charlotte always listened to what luna had to share, posed her questions, and didn't marvel at luna like she was a psych patient afterward. it was a nice feeling. ❝ westerners have no intention or interest in learning the true origin and paying it with the respect it deserves. i mean, la llorona, most of these myths right ? are suppose to be based off of true accounts. people who, allegedly, actually lived. in every story there's some truth, so why are we making a continuous mockery of the worst string of events in that poor woman's life. ❞ luna sighed. naturally an emotional person, it's no surprise she feels deep empathy with a myth that they've studied for most of her life. ❝ not a screenplay, but i do want to write a book about her. get the story right, talk about the cautionary tale she is, and how i believe she was one of the first examples of how men demonize the emotions of a femme and turn it into a monster both literally and figuratively. ❞
the drinks almost spilled when nevaeh seemingly appeared out of thin air in front of him. brow arched instantly. calling him a people person would be a lie, which meant skills of social deduction weren't the strongest, but nate also wasn't blind. minutes ago @lilacrespite had been calm, seemingly content to wait while he got drinks, no mention of wanting anything else, though he supposed that could've changed. it still wouldn't explain the sudden shift in demeanor. but there was something about her that made the prospect of questioning her or refusing her request unthinkable. ❝ i tried making one of those one time i stayed up way too late painting. a chocolate brownie one. i might still have the recipe on my phone unless you have one you want to try? ❞ he took a step backwards before turning toward the kitchen again. ❝ but i'm not sure if fruit will go well with it. ❞ better to say that than admit that he didn't know if he even had fruit in the fridge. certainly not a whole watermelon or mango, maybe a fews apples or some pre-cut pineapple.
nevaeh could almost laugh with delight as nate turned around. to say she was surprised he bought her sudden interest would be an understatement, but she decided to take the win anyway. the saga between her, cassie, and feeding the baby more treats than nate would've liked would continue to live another day. ❝ oh, that's quite alright. i have the recipe memorized ! ❞ nevaeh reassured, newly excited to have gotten away with her antics but also to be cooking something. nevaeh always found herself the most at ease whenever she was in the kitchen no matter how big or small the dish was. ❝ no, no you gotta trust me ! the mango and the chocolate actually go really well together ! ❞ already familiar with the makings of his kitchen, nevaeh moved from cabinet to cabinet pullling out what she'd need. ❝ could you grab the fruit and a knife for me ? ❞
location: paige's album release party @ daphne when: idk a friday night or smthing who: @nepofmstarters
blonde bounces towards your muse, two pink mystery shots in hand, and a shark smile 'pon painted lips. "you either have to dance with me, or take a shot. your choice, but it was in the invitation, so." she's straight up lying, neither was in the invitation.
it was a tough bargain paige was running. to anyone else, dancing might have been the easier option considering she had no idea how strong the shot she held was. but nevaeh hated eyes on her more than throwing back the shot. ❝ what's in that ? is it suppose to be that... pink ? ❞ nevaeh asked as she took the glass from her hand; lifting up to find any source of light as if she'd find answers there.
" i don't think it'll be rude . i would honestly think that , wow , someone wants to spend time with me . having a self-care day means that , i just want to take a break from everything . it's not supposed to be sacred with rituals alike performed . " she continues to explain , chuckling . however , his question truly got her to think . " we're friends . " that's the first time she ever said that to anyone outside of her circle . " so feel free to discuss my skin routine with me because i honestly don't have a lot . " @lilacrespite
endeared, kahlil's lips lifted up into a smile as piper responded to his nonsense with sincerity. even he was a little shocked at being regulated to a friend with such certainty. his half assed flirting usually got him a little further a lot faster, but it was increasingly obvious the same antics wouldn't work the same here. ❝ friends. ❞ he nodded, mulling over the world for a moment before nodding. ❝ since we're friends, can you help me with those nose patch things ? i'm too much of a baby to pull it off myself so it would really help me if you just yanked it right off no matter how much i screamed. also, what's the difference between a cream face bask and a sheet face mask and can we do both ? i think they look funny. ❞
he decides against pointing out that in order to ' play devil's advocate ' back in his school days, then he would've had to speak before being spoken to in class, which is something he literally never did back then. ( rebranding his timidity as ' a calm, cool, and collected disposition ' might just be the most successful thing he's ever done that he'll never admit to. ) certain that his cousin doesn't actually need reminding, sage rolls his eyes instead. "i never said charles aznavour wasn't enough jazz for me. i didn't say anything about the guy." he approves of the choice, though, just like he approves of kahlil's alternative response. "you can't change your answer." sage shakes his head, however. "that's against the rules." / @lilacrespite
even though they had grown, the pair still bickered like school children. he could hear the voice of his grandma chiding him for arguing with a four year old when kahlil himself was eight. however, kahlil swore sage knew what he was doing. so as they grew up kahlil never learned to take the high road just because he was older. he enjoyed coasting on the very very low road. ❝ i can, and i'll change it again actually. and i'm going back to the jonas brothers. specifically, nick jonas and the administration: rose garden. say something else, and i'll change it again. ❞
open / @nepofmstarters
" is there a reason that everyone starts getting so depressing when summer ends ? jesus , we're not dead . "
❝ personally, i usually run extremely hot so the cold is awfully uncomfortable on account of all the sweaters, scarves, and mittens that follow along with fall. i'm either too hot or too cold. i think i've earned a few frowns. ❞
"don't be so cynical," sasha responded, her brows momentarily furrowed as she titled her head to the side. "speaking as a designer, the more people who are seen wearing my clothes and heard talking about them, the better," she grinned, "i think comiccon would be more appropriate for cosplaying."
❝ i'm not cynical, i'm the other s word: sleepy. ❞ yes, he thought cynical started with an s. he'll blame the sleep deprivation if he's called out on it though ( it's not the sleep deprivation ). ❝ how will they know it's your clothes though ? do people just go around checking tags around here ? should i be on guard ? that's kind of weird. you don't think that's weird ? we don't do that at comicon. ❞
status : closed / ( @withornx ) location : their apartment !
as lili sat beside him, her lips moving faster than her hands did across his keyboard, arlo wondered what it was about solo living he hated to much. he suddenly found himself missing the only voices in in the home being his own and the ones inside his head. at least they never tried to teach him how to be good at something. if he wanted to storm into an area with no regard for his health bar or the morale of his teammates, the voices always encouraged it ( even if the fun was short lived because he always died within seconds ). his roommate seemed hellbent on teaching him how to get a win ( on purpose ! ), it was awful. ❝ i liked you better three hours ago when you were asleep ! ❞ he exclaimed, pushing himself away from the desk and turning his back to her in true childish fashion. ❝ i don't understand a word you're saying, my fingers hurt, and i haven't had anything to eat in like an hour. i'm literally withering away. ❞
open starter / @nepofmstarters
❛ you really want to argue right now ? it's a party , babe , i'm partying . just chill , ❜ rolled bored hues . femme thought that having no strings attached would give her the freedom to do whatever she wants . but there was her boy toy of the week throwing a tantrum because he saw natasha flirting with someone else . ❛ i would love to talk about your feelings all night , but my friend is calling me , so see you later ! ❜ started walking away , ignoring him calling her name . stopping in front of the first familiar face blonde saw . ❛ just pretend to talk to me about something important until that guy gets tired and leaves , thank you , ❜ digits taking the drink out of their hand , taking a sip . ❛ ew , what is this ? ❜
despite alara's consistent encouragement not to, arlo still brought his nintendo switch to the club. he'd tell her he gave it his best shot for an hour ( it was more like twenty minutes ), and that he needed something to decompress with. storyteller wasn't his first option, it required a lot more brain power than he ever had to give at any given moment, but it was a lot lower stakes than tears of the kingdom. he'd just finished framing the duke for murder when her hand slid to the drink in his, effectively removing it. ❝ it's gfuel. ❞ he responded, a frown resting on his lips as he spoke. ❝ the energy drink for gamers. i had to sneak it in because i can't do alcohol. i get a bellyache. ❞ he explained without provocation, momentarily returning to his game to save it before looking to her again. ❝ i'm personally a fan of sonic peach rings if you're interested in trying it, i have a discount code. ❞
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he freezes. full - on, stiff as frankenstein's joints or perhaps a corpse in the throes of rigor mortis, leftover slices of census taker liver in hannibal lecter's icebox freezes. it's accurate to say that he never expected luna to kiss him. discovering that he's known them for much longer than he thought hadn't affected drew's belief that his enormous crush on them is more hopeless than the entire squad of firefighters who faced michael myers in halloween kills. their kiss, however, is soft and sweet and lingers a little bit. whatever instinct it was that had prompted his lids to slip shut the split second before their lips met his provided no such guidance to the rest of his body. eventually both hands settle on her face, but by then it's almost too late. still leaning towards them as luna backs away, drew almost stumbles forward and crashes into them. he answers their question with a nod as he's able to regain his balance, uncertain that his voice will work. "i'll text you," he eventually manages to assure them. there's some small, mostly muffled part of his brain that refuses to let him forget that he needs to leave, and although he would really like to keep his publishing deal ( which means that he kind of can't miss meetings with his publisher ), his feet feel heavier than a walking dead omnibus. "if that's how you say goodbye to all of your houseguests then consider me jealous. deeply jealous, even. like, taking notes from tiffany, bride of chucky, jealous except i don't have any tattoos or that voodoo for dummies book and i'm actually really bad at taking notes. but, i should ... " go. he should go, but rather than finish his sentence or move even the slightest bit from where he stands, his hands rest gently on their face again. the first kiss he presses to their lips is a peck, brief and tentative. the second kiss lingers for long enough that he's outlrageously woozy when he finally parts from them, which is probably why he practically stumbles out of the door and gets no further than a few steps from luna's house before he collides, face - first, with a tall and very solid telephone pole. / @lilacrespite
luna couldn't stop smiling. the hand that had once rested on his cheek, came up to hover his rest as he held their cheeks in his hands. soft giggles, the giddy type that were accompanied with butterflies in the stomach and curling toes, continued to slip through as she watched him watch them. they'd kissed him ! the thought rang in her head over and over, and the moment still hadn't passed. the longer he stood there the more they wanted to kiss him again. his playful tangent, spewing a different kind of laughter; one that starter in her stomach and nearly bellowed out of their mouth. they had to turn their had to the side to keep the sound from projecting into his face. they'd started shaking their head as they turned to face him once again; she was fixing her lips for the response when he kissed them again. the first peck left stuck in place. he kissed her ! their mind racing with the implications, and already painting the future the two of them would have together. she hadn't had any time to compose themselves enough to say goodbye when he kissed her again; this time with more certainty, a deliberate showcase of how he felt about her. it was the type of kiss that left her feeling dizzy with surprise; her body so consumed with their surprise that the only part of their body she could get to work were her lips, and they worked along with his for so long when he did pull away their lips remained parted to take in the gust of air her lungs had been missing. the further he walked from her the most in tune with reality they became. but nothing seemed to work as well at pulling them from the haze as the sound of him colliding ( face first ) with a telephone pole outside their home. ❝ oh my god... ❞ they muttered to themselves, making quick movements across the front yard, back to him. ❝ drew ? are you okay ? are you hurt ? ❞ she questioned, her hands coming to rest on either side of his face as her eyes scanned his features. ❝ oh no... you're bleeding. ❞ they frowned. ❝ come back inside, we'll get you cleaned up. ❞
` 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . . @lilacrespite ( luna ) .
it was late enough that tristan felt no one would really be around as he strummed on his guitar in the empty park . there was something slightly eerie about the hardly lit park at night . but there was also something 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 about it to the brunette . when it came to his music , it was hard for him to share it . of course , he helped write the songs for his band but he was able to hide a bit . . . his solo work ? it was a 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 story altogether . something he couldn't completely kick off because of things falling through or him pulling back because he felt it showed too much of himself . ( parts of himself he'd rather hide . ) as if an idea hit him like a ton of bricks . tristan leaned forward over his guitar and started jotting down lyrics into the notebook that was beside him . if he didn't hear the crunch of a leaves , he probably 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 have even noticed that someone was walking in the area he was in . due to how empty it was , the sound caused him to look up . ❛ luna ? ❜ he asked , the answer 𝐎𝐁𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 being that they were in his eye line of each other . ❛ why're you out here so late ? ❜
luna was no stranger to late nights and walks in the moonlight. a love of the macabre naturally led to nocturnal outings and conversations with the stars. there was no special reason that led her out of the house that night; maybe her mind was racing with portals film ideas, maybe the deluxe album of portals songs rested in the back of their mind, or maybe it was rafa ripping the house apart because he couldn't find the remote resting idle of the dining table. whatever the reason may be, luna refused to believe that it was divine intervention that led to their newest run in with tristan. in fact, it was beginning to feel more like karmic jokes at her expense. luna didn't like how familiar her name sounded coming from him. she didn't have to look in his direction to know it was him, and as much as they wanted to force themselves to move they didn't. their eyes slowly turned to him with a sigh as she stood in front of him once again. ❝ me ? i'm the one with the satan cult allegations against me, why are you out here so late ? ❞ luna asked, taking in the guitar completely for the first time since running into him. ❝ were you writing ? ❞ they didn't like the familiarity that came with that implication either. head impulsively craning to get a look at the lyrics. ❝ what about ? ❞
"two stories long," he repeated. "the original slenderman. he lays in wait outside houses, and wraps his horrifyingly long arms around children that sneak out. needless to say, i did not enjoy the thrill of sneaking out afterhours, but i can proudly say i have never felt his creepy arms." a smile broke across his face at luna's enthusiastic line of questioning. the energy was different in their nepotism world; it was also sincere, which was another very new, very uncommon thing. "the name roughly translates to the midnight master. it's a contraction of the french words maître, meaning master, and minuit, meaning midnight. i'm not really sure if there's a lesson to be learned...at least, the only lesson i learned was that bedtime meant bedtime. and to check my window locks." he took a sip of his drink. "if you don't mind me bumming along," he said. "then, yeah. it sounds like fun." he pulled out his phone to block off the dates, and then had a realization. "unless you want to bring someone else along? a little birdie told me that you and andrew kent had a thing. don't let me get in the way of a romantic evening. also, it's spelled..."
❝ awww, that's so sweet. ❞ it's not the reaction that kind of story should have received, but their features soften; a singular hand finding a resting place over their heart. ❝ hear me out...━━━ he could be trying to protect them ! like la llorona ━━ i know, i know, here they go again, but listen ! ━━ la llorona goes around finding crying children but i don't think she's ' stealing them away ' in the horrible horror sense but more of a misguided spirit trying to find her own children, but in realize the crying child isn't hers, trying to protect them from the pain she never wanted her kids to feel in the first place. maybe his super long arms are meant to be comforting, y'know ? protective. he's the midnight master so he knows only bad things happen that late ? you see where i'm going ? i think he's getting a bad rap. ❞ they decided, not knowing much else about the story but not needing to. she's sure he research will back up their theory. or at the very least, they'll read between every line until it does. ❝ how did you hear about that ? ❞ any note taking they were focused on quickly switched gears at the mention of drew. though her eyes narrowed at him, a smile tugged on her cheeks and they found they suddenly didn't know what to do with their hands. ❝ i do plan to invite him, but i want to make it like a group thing y'know ? in case he's weirded out by the whole...━━━ being alone with me for not only days, but traveling as well. i don't know, i don't want him to scare him off, so i want to make sure he's comfortable y'know ? ❞
