#lucarus

[dhufearchived]

i need you both to know i am simply just CHIN HANDS HEART EMOJI EYES anytime rosie and ishtar are soft on the dash im Thriving

@rosedha  we’re  being  stalked.....  this  is  so  sweet  op  omggggg  im  glad  we’re  not  the  only  ones  having  Feelings  abt  those  two  dumbasss  ahbbsjs

[naivetm]

I thought ur dash icon was an aesthetically pale frog for a while I hope u know that

dont talk to me ever again

[vanltys]

                                                @lucarus​    ,    ɹǝʇɹɐʇs

pool   of   reds   dampened   the   carpet   below,   small   steps   taken   back   to   escape   the   growing   puddle.   BROKEN   GLASS   SHARDS,   the   vase   that   once   was   on   displayed   now   scattered   in   pieces.   nimble   digits   reached   out,   gently   encircling   lucy’s   wrist   and   tugging   her   closer.   club   music   was   blasting   in   the   floor   below,   indistinct   chattering   muffled   through   closed   doors.            “         IT   WASN’T   OUR   FAULT.         ”            tone   was   quiet,   octaves   low   and   steady   despite   the   acid   building   up   in   her   throat,            “         it   was   self-defense,   right   ?         ”

[manwolj]

HOTEL  DEL  LUNA  GUEST  LOG :    LUCIANA PEREIRA   ﹙ @lucarus​​ ﹚     /     STARTER .

“      you’re   dying.      ”                           honeyed   irises   glanced   over   at   the   wandering   soul   that   had   entered   the   main   floor   of   the   hotel,         out   of   place,         OUT   OF   TIME.            she’d   felt   a   presence   earlier,         unsure   of   what   it   meant   or   if   another   nuisance   of   bearing   human   curiosity   had   managed   to   sneak   in   again                           —                           and   there   she   was,         A   GIRL   CAUGHT   BETWEEN   TWO   WORLDS.            if   not   for   the   brief   familiarity   she   found   in   her,         she’d   have   made   the   visit   cut   short.            but   this   wasn’t   a   visit,         the   solidity   of   her   form   was   withering   then   and   there,         hands   transparent   enough.                           “      you’re   dead.      ”                           she   corrected   herself,         head   tilting   to   the   side   as   she   closed   the   distance   to   further   inspect   her.            

BUT   THERE   WAS   A   TETHER,        an   anchor   keeping   her   from   fully   immersing   into   their   plane   of   existence   and   the   hotelier   couldn’t   help   but   wonder   if   the   grim   reaper   had   visited   her   yet   or   not,         or   if   she’d   been   lucky   enough   to   stumble   upon   the   haven.                           “      THIS   ISN’T   A   DREAM,         don’t   be   mistaken.            i   don’t   like   being   fooled   and   if   i   were   in   your   place,         being   told   sugared   lies   wouldn’t   please   me,         either.      ”                           head   nods   in   the   direction   of   the   bar,         A   SILENT   INVITATION.

[multaes]

**   𝙱𝙴𝚃𝙷   𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙼𝙾𝙽   &   𝙻𝚄𝙲𝙸𝙰𝙽𝙰  𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙸𝚁𝙰,   001.

                 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐲    𝐢𝐬    𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝    𝐭𝐨    𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠    𝐢𝐧    𝐭𝐡𝐞    𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭    𝐚𝐧𝐝    𝐬𝐡𝐞    𝐢𝐬    𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝    𝐭𝐨    𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡    𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭    𝐢𝐬    𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝.      it’s    all    fake;    the    only    real    thing    is    chess.      in    chess    there    is    a    finite    number    of    possibilities.      𝚙𝚊𝚠𝚗    𝚝𝚘    𝚊𝟺,    𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙    𝚝𝚘    𝚑𝟹…    sometimes    it    makes    more    sense    to    her    than    her    native    tongue.      still,    the    high    from    a    rather    important    tournament    win    means    indulgence    and    as    her    fingers    comb    through    a    rack    in    𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃’𝐒,    eying    a    particularly    stylish    sheath    dress    with    embroidery    in    deep    navy    only    for    her    hand    to    raise    and    block    the    flash    of    photographers’    cameras.      it    isn’t    entirely    unexpected,    her    auburn    hair    and    standoffish    gaze    often    gives    away    her    identity.      she’s    a    little    taken    aback,    however,    when    she    approaches    and    realizes    that    they    aren’t    here    to    interview    her.      brow    furrows    in    mild    irritation,    wondering    what    would    garner    attention    over    her    and    beth    discovers    that    the    store    was    occupied    by    an    actress.      after    meeting    the    glance    of    the    girl    for    a    brief    moment,    beth    goes    back    to    her    shopping,    throat    dry    and    wanting    a    drink.      𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞    𝐚    𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐢.      it    isn’t    until    the    other    woman    approaches    that    beth    looks    up,    but    only    briefly.      ‘‘    i    won’t    be    much    longer,    ’’     she    says    before    pursing    her    lips,    grabbing    the    hanger    of    the    garment    she    had    been    looking    at    prior    to    give    it    a    small    shake    to    indicate    that    she    is    nearly    done    with    her    shopping.      [  @lucarus​   ]

                                  *  𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴   𝙵𝙾𝚁   𝙰   𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁   ...   accepting  !!

[lozarus]

obviously the sexi concept but also the lore that went behind it all. your writing is so heavy with imagery I love it and it has this raw feeling to it so catch me wherever u go now Eli can’t get rid of me now <3

━━ ✦  𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 ?  *     

thank you so much this means so much to me   &.   looks like we are just gonna be following each other around this hellsite till staff kicks us off <2 

[herhaunt-a]

OH IS IT COMPLIMENT KENNA O CLOCK?? SIGN ME TF UP. im like always in awe at your writing, on every muse i've seen. you have a way of capturing such imagery in your writing it's captivating. ilu kiss kiss i could go on for a while don't make me <3

ughhhhh tassssssss , stop making me uglie cry here . my mascara!!!!!!!!! (jks its sunday i have no makeup on ) anyway ilu and your mind and your characterssss . literally no one is doing it like you are !

[beautye]

@lucarus   :    ❝I know you’re only mean because people were mean to you but is this really what you want?❞

                     Lipstick     line     shoots     out   of     her     lower     lip,     uneven     and     smudging     the     side     of     her     chin     (     curse     words     are     swallowed     immediately,     body     tenses     as     if   she’d     been     slapped     across     the     face     –     Audrey     does     not     like     when     things    are     out     of     place:     a     strand     of     hair,     a     wing     of     eyeliner,     a     person     ).     her     manicured     hand     curls     into     a     fist,     the     other     lowers     the     lipstick     tube     and     through     her     reflection     in     the     mirror     that     now     looks     ruined     by     the     imperfections     of     her     makeup,     she     glances     at    the     starlet     with     icy     glare.

                   “     I     don’t     know     what    you’re     talking     about     –     I     am     not   being     mean     to     them,     ”     last     words     are     spat     out     with     emphasis,     through     gritted     line     of     pearly     teeth,     and     she     takes     a     small     paper     towel     to     wipe     off     the     smudge     of     coral     from     her     skin     –     her     frame     remains     tensed,     her     body     clad     in     designer     Valentino,     an     exclusive     piece     just     for     the     night,     is     frozen     in   front     of     the     mirror     as     if     she’d     spotted     a     terrifying     sight     –     the     small     stain     of     lipstick     is     gone     within    a     second,     yet     Audrey     feels     as     if     it’s    still     there,     taunting     her.

                            “     nobody     was     ‘mean’    to     me     –     and     even     if     they     were,     what’s     it     to     you?     you’re     just     here     because     hollywood     loves     a     pretty   american   tragedy,     ”     all     pretenses     of     charming     politeness     are     thrown     out     the     window     whenever    she     feels     her     confidence     threatened     (    her     grandmother     would     say     there     is     nothing   as     excruciatingly     painful     as     wearing     a     crown     upon     your     head     and     trying     to     look     everybody     in     the     eye     ).     however,          Audrey     doesn’t     feel     like     furthering     the     conversation    –     it     would     be     going     deeper     into     the    why     she’s     so     tense     and     anxious     tonight,    and     why     the     mocking     stain     of     dark     coral    remains     imprinted     upon     her     mind     like     a   ghost,     a     reminder     of     failure     that     cannot     be     afforded,          “     I     just     want     this     night     to     be     perfect.     and     it     means     too     much     to     ben     for     me     to     allow     anyone     to    ruin     it     with     their     petty     talk,     either     ways.     ”