𐌋𐌵𐌂𐌉𐌃 𐌃𐌓𐌄𐌀𐌌𐌔 @lucidreasm - Tumblr Blog

#LUCIDREASM : a dependent & multi - muse blog for nostrumfm . starring MIGUEL DIAZ and IAN BAEK . written by a twenty - six year old southeast asian who currently resides in gmt + 8 timezone named kai . kindly refrain from interacting with this blog unless you are affiliated with the group .

#nostrum:intro #tumblr didn't save my draft of ian's bio😭#i'll work around on his bio soon hehe.

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𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 … miguel ! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ “ hoy , miguel ! ” niran’s smile stretches wide as he sees his roommate for their first stop in greece . “ i heard that there’s a bar nearby and you know what they say … it’s not too early to drink ! ” there’s a glint of cheekiness in his eyes as he gives the other a light nudge on his arm . “ what do you say , hm ? care to join me ? ” @lucidreasm

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"DO YOU EVEN HAVE TO ASK? OF 'COURSE!" miguel smirks, the first thing he thought upon stepping foot on the island was to visit all the clubs and bars, and to party — the greek way ! he's never been to greece yet and he doesn't know when he'll be back in the near future so he'll make sure to make the most out of it during his stay. and the fun part ? he gets to experience it all with niran, his roommate for the following days. it's like being on a vacation with a brother, he thinks to himself. "i have about 10 bars my list, which are we feeling more? chill?"

#+ miguel : dialogue.#w / niran.#the hoy was cutteeee

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closed starter: @lucidreasm location: oia mare villas, santorini

after endlessly making sure she looked perfect and taking hundreds of photos in front of the large bathroom mirror, all the while definitely listening to her companion drone on about their itinerary, callista decided it was time to part with her reflection. she looked every bit ready for the beach in her brightly-colored tie front bandeau and matching pair of shorts, topped off with an oversized button up, sunhat, and sunglasses. she knew she looked great, and that alone was enough to assure her that absolutely nothing could ruin her day. until her eyes landed on ian. “do not tell me that’s what you’re wearing. we’re going to the beach for crying out loud!” her face was one of pure disbelief and unbridled distaste, already charging towards his closet. “i know you’re all about that boring life, but could you at least dress fun?”

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DONNED IN DARK BLUE DENIM JACKET with a thin white t-shirt underneath, black jeans, and sneakers, it only took no more than ten minutes for ian to get ready. however, he's sure that he's been waiting for callista for what felt like an eternity. not one to complain and ruin the other's mood, he busied himself by scrolling thru the internet; searching about the history of the country, foods to try, and some activities for them to do for the next few days. being the organized freak that he is, ian decided to make them a personal itinerary. something that he thinks they both need. "beach?" he looks up, stopping midway in making the itinerary, left brow arched up in question. "it's still day one and the beach isn't on the list!" he says, staying seated on the couch as his eyes follow the sight of a mad and pouty little woman storming off to his closet. day one was for strolling around the town, do some shopping, and more eating at the restaurants. he wrote down the things on the itinerary according to what he thinks callista would approve, but it seems like she has other plans. "i can still go to the beach with this outfit. what's wrong with it?" voice loud enough for callista to hear from the other room.

#* ian : dialogue.#w / callie.#I HAVE THE MEME SAVED NDJDKDL

🖋️ OPEN STARTER * @nostrumstart

🖋️ LOCATION : somewhere on the streets of nafplio

GETTING LOST IN A FOREIGN, BREATHTAKING COUNTRY was definitely not in miguel's bucket list. then again, he doesn't have a bucket list to begin with. but here he is. after hours of wandering around the town, solely relying to a navigation software, taking scenery photos, googling ' things to do in greece ' — the data usage drained his phone. with no other way to use to navigate his way back to the airnb he and niran booked for their stay, the only thing he can hope for now is to pray ask for help for those mythology greek gods to help him. mayhaps, hermes ? ' wasn't he a flying god or something. ' miguel asks his self, obviously being unserious with his situation right now. he knows nothing about the greece except the books he once read back in high school by rick riordan, and the pretty pics he saw on google.

he stopped on his tracks when he spotted a familiar figure, he can't really tell who from afar as he has an eyesight of a bat. "hi, i'm sorry but i'm kind of lost. do you have a power bank with you that i can borrow?" he asks, flashing a smile in hopes he don't creep the other party out. "and do you know a place that has good food and drinks?"

#nostrum:starter #// MIGZ in : GREECE !#idk what's this but . hi

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location : bittersweet bar time : early evening

ANOTHER HOME RUN FOR THE HOME TEAM or whatever. He won & therefore, it was the only thing that matter. One step closer to the goal & another step closer to the life he deserves and has battled to achieve. And, he should be somewhere else doing something else, not this, not going through the obligation of sitting in cruise as request by his friends and, even his new therapeut ––– only the thought of it made zeki laugh. But, for now, he would sit in his booth and will drink to his new contract signed at any point or any hours of any day, regardless of what. ❛ Okay people, the next round on me, cheers . ❜ He announces to anyone closer to listen, mostly, speaking through the phone, letting his associates know they could go out and enjoy, but also to whoever wanted to sink some alcohol in their systems.

@nostrumstart

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ONE, TWO, FOUR? FIVE.. SEVEN ? miguel tries to count in his head how many shots he's had of his favorite macallan whiskey. this is also one of the reasons why he loves the place, they just have every bottle available — down from beer to base liquors. though, he knows that taking even just four shots of the whiskey can already make the whole place spin from his point of view. tonight, however, he's sure he's had more than ten shots of it but he's fine. tipsy, maybe. but not drunk drunk. one fact people should know about the miguel diaz was that he has high tolerance in alcohol.

i'm tired, he sighs. drinking alone was never a problem to miguel but he finds himself starting to think of her. and he definitely doesn't want that to ruin his night so he decides to go out for some air before he goes back to his suite. just as he was about to leave his stool by the bar, his ears perks up when he hears the announcement. "i'm game for part two." he shrugs, looking around for the person responsible for the free drinks. his eyes landed on the dude with the nice hair, he thinks. "YO, THANKS MAN AND CONGRATULATIONS!"