#luriddaze

[sugaredspite]

Closed @luriddaze

"I love you...I, I said that too soon, didn't I?"

[brokensbcys]

closed starter: @luriddaze

Wyatt was usually the kind of guy who carried a good mood like second nature—light on his feet, quick with a grin, always ready with a joke or a flirtatious comment to keep the atmosphere easy. But today, that charm had been stripped down to raw frustration, wound tight thanks to a tense exchange with one of the managers that left him simmering. He stormed onto the tour bus with his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his jaw clenched and his footsteps heavier than usual, the usual spring in his step replaced by something much heavier. Without saying a word, he slumped into one of the chairs with a dramatic exhale, his whole posture screaming that he was pissed off, his head tilted back against the seat as if trying to collect himself but clearly failing. Wyatt was terrible at hiding it when something got under his skin—it always showed in the way his shoulders tensed up, how he fidgeted more than usual, his usually expressive face drawn into a scowl that didn’t suit him. His fingers tapped against his bicep anxiously, like even sitting still annoyed him, and his lips were pressed into a flat, irritated line. It wasn’t just that he was angry—it was the kind of mood that clung to the air around him, making it obvious to anyone nearby that something had gotten to him hard.

[sugarglitch-a]

Valentina, most commonly known as "Val" to those close to her, might've looked like she had it all. Deep down, Val craved connection. She craved intimacy and she craved someone who would look past what she had been through. She wasn't a fan of galas, in fact...she hated them. Crowds often made her uncomfortable, especially if she didn't have her brothers with her. Weaving through the crowd she was polite, saying hello to faces she recognized. When she immediately recognized her best friend, she made a beeline. A light squeal escaped her lips as she pulled her best friend in an embrace. "Oh my god, thank goodness you're here." Her brown eyes scanned the party before meeting her best friends eyes. She stopped moving. The world seemed like it stopped, when she saw a handsome blond male with curly hair. Leaning into her best friend, she lightly grasped the arm and whispered. "Who is that?" He didn't look like someone who was used to being at a gala. She lightly nodded towards the male and back at her friend, a mischevious smile on her face. @luriddaze

[sunliights]

a closed starter for @luriddaze featuring noah.

"careful there, someone might think you're actually starting to care." that someone being noah and really it was far too late to be careful since that's very much already what she's thinking, a slow and telling smile starting to form on her lips.

[rosyviews]

        ( 💔 @luriddaze )     ⋅ ⋅ ⋅    there's no reason for luvenia to be looking at them the way she is--- nothing they're doing is inherently seductive. simply rambling about one of their interests in an extremely tangential manner. and yet her gaze is akin to an animal that's caught their prey. "oh yeah?" they're sitting in the den room of her house; husband away for some trip. && it seems as if she has NO plans on letting this chance go to waste. picking her hips up, luv pulls her legs underneath herself before completely orienting her body towards the other. "don't stop talking on my account. i wanna hear more, hun." (based; m/f/nb)

[intheaftcrglow]

closed starter for @luriddaze / leighton and shiloh !

"what should resonate most for you with this character is her ability to keep her composure even though she's in imminent danger." leighton tells shiloh, highlighting a specific line of dialogue in his script. "women know how to handle threats, right? it's understanding how to control their fear that's the tricky part." he'd written a thriller, based loosely around the dating life of his younger sister who'd shared some real horror stories with him. "this guy is someone who she already knows is a monster, so she's not afraid of him. she is afraid of what he's capable of though. does that make sense?" he trusted shiloh to bring his female lead to life and to do it convincingly. he also wanted the chance to get to know her a little better and figured this was a win win opportunity for both of them. "in reversal, the killer thinks that he's fooling her. she's gotta continue to show affection toward him, to sleep with him even though he's murdered her best friend. the challenging part for her is giving herself to him in the most intimate way possible despite knowing what she knows." leighton continues, marking off the lines of the script that he wanted her to focus on. "i really loved your last take on the monologue, but if we can shoot one more scene with me stepping in and reading the killer's lines, it might be helpful for you to play against that toxic masculine energy. what do you think? would that be useful?"

[sugartclking-archived]

continued from here ( @luriddaze )

Sloane didn't pull her hand away right away. Her gaze stayed fixed on Delilah's flushed cheeks, the way her fingers lingered even after she'd let go. It was a lie, they both knew it. Sloane could call her out, should call her out, but instead, she gave a quiet laugh that was soft and almost bitter. "Right... Habit," she echoed, her voice quiet now as they turned their face slightly, masking the heat rising in their own cheeks. "You're getting real good at this whole pretend thing." They tucked their hands into their coat pockets like they hadn't just been burning with the feeling of Delilah's touch. "Just be careful. Someone might think you mean it... Because I might."

[angelsdvsts]

↪ closed for @luriddaze | spotify wrap says: favorite crime by olivia rodrigo

"it's bittersweet to think about the damage that we do, cause i was going down, but i was doing it with you."