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morgan graves talks scary with luciana rojas, best known as luci mayhem and yes, her dad is the reason suburban moms in the 80s used to say " turn that noise off " ... the heavy metal legend has been accused of pretty much everything from summoning demons on stage to terrorizing the neighbors with his family's unfiltered reality show. yes, that's where you know luci from. vico mayhem's daughter didn't escape reality tv, she evolved with it. raised in a famously chaotic, always-on-camera family, luci is still in front of them, but now she also runs the show at vault tv. her latest move ? fright club with luci mayhem, a revival of old school horror hosting and late night cult cinema for people who miss when watching scary movies was considered a personality trait. on this week's episode, luci chats about growing up mayhem, launching vault tv and what it takes to revive the spirit of classic drive-in commentary. tune in… if you dare.
STATUS open to all LOCATION the set of “ rise & shine ” , valmont studios
paloma knocked twice before letting herself into the green room. she had slipped out mid-blowout. “ hi there! we are so happy to have you on the show. i've been looking forward to this interview all week. ” she walked closer, hand smoothing the front of her blazer out of habit. “ is there anything i can get for you before we go out there? the coffee here is amazing. ”
⧽ the knock is, apparently, a formality as talk show host is already through the door before luciana can answer, which she 100% respects. spinning around in the chair, she lights up like she's been waiting specifically for her. “ oh, there she is ! ” older femme exclaims, like paloma's an old friend walking into her living room and not someone she barely knows. “ i'm so ready for you, lady. ” she means it, too. it's been a while since her last morning show appearance, former reality tv star doing mostly youtube talk shows and podcasts lately; but she's always enjoyed the energy and the stakes of morning shows. “ got anything stronger ? ” jokingly responds to the coffee offer before gesturing at the tea setup behind her, “ i'm on a 25-day teatox. ” a beat. “ but, fair warning ── i'm a little... unpredictable when i'm not properly caffeinated ” which, honestly, isn't that different from when she is, “ so, if i say something that makes your producers nervous, just know that it comes from a place of love. ” devilish smirk taints glossy petals, the kind that lands somewhere between charming and slightly dangerous. “ did my publicist send a list of forbidding topics ? ”
#𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› ft. zehra karatas location: luxury spa , manhattan , midday. status: accepting replies
❝ this is exactly what i needed after our time away. ❞ reclined on the chaise, sinking into its plush pillows after her facial and massage, zehra felt more like a princess than she had when fluttering about the german palace — corsets exchanged for swimsuit and fluffy robe. trip's posts had garnered many likes her posts, everyone wanting to vicariously experience a fairytale. cerulean hues drifted over toward her companion. ❝ i could stay here forever. ❞
⧽ “ yeah ── same, ” reality tv star turned horror host agrees without hesitation. fully horizontal on her chaise, she's got an arm draped over her forehead and the other curled around a glass of cucumber water she's barely touched. this is the life. whoever invented spa days deserves a statue. a big one. “ although… i would eventually need a real drink. and a woman. or a man. ” luciana's tempted to tack on "or both" to the sentence, but she's already crossed that off her bucket list. sitting up slightly, she props herself on one elbow and looks at present companion, “ which one was better, facial or massage ? did your girl do that thing where she like... aggressively massages your jaw ? ” runs fingers along own jaw as if to illustrate.
max doesn’t even remember agreeing to stop here . one minute he’s got a drink in hand , minding his own business wandering the grounds and the next he’s being thrust another like he’s been promoted to temporary babysitter . blues dart between the cocktail , then to luciana , then to the half-stuffed creature currently being manhandled . stifles a chuckle as he soaks in the sight , her enthusiasm almost infectious . “ right . yeah , sure . ” hums without protest , as if he had a choice . glass already settled in his grip while she’s elbow-deep in dragon like it's her last mission . “ wouldn’t dream of it . ” ( he absolutely considers it . ) mischief subtly paints his features but he doesn't take a sip of her inviting cocktail . instead , he lingers in the space beside her . content to spectate and be drinkminder for the time being . “ what is this , anyway ? ” retiree finally questions , giving the glass a small tilt , eyes narrowing in assessment . as if the colour would give away its contents ... but it doesn't . brief frown of thought , gone just as quickly as amusement threads through the lines on his face . “ you think you can get any more stuffing in there ? ”
⧽ “ a moaning maiden, ” brunette femme answers, a little too quickly to be true. it's not the cocktail's name and she's completely unbothered by the fact that she can't remember. she knows it was something with passion ( passion fruit being the star ingredient ), the bartender told her and luciana retained none of it. and she's had… some, so there's also that. as the savants like to say: yolo. the second question she takes as a challenge. “ yes, obviously i can get more stuffing in there. the right amount of stuffing is always more stuffing. that's just… craft. ” horror host is already reaching for another handful ── the dragon is approaching rotund status. a minute of intense, uncoordinated focus later and the tail is full, properly full, which deserves a moment of acknowledgment before she moves on with her life. she looks at her work. she looks at max. then, she looks back at the dragon. “ she needs a name now, ” she announces before reclaiming her drink, as though this is now his responsibility. “ well ? ”
daisy isn't sure how luciana so easily decides that the monkey has terrible vibes. she feels like it's hard to judge the character of anyone on first glance, let alone a monkey. " i've been peed on by animals before. it's gross but it's not the end of the world. " she shrugs, letting a laugh fall out of her mouth. she feels bad for the monkey now so she reaches her hand out to pet him a few times. " see ? he's perfectly friendly. " she doesn't point out the fact that luciana is judging the animals when she calls the llamas judgemental, choosing her battles and all that, and being too much of a wimp to say anything anyway. " i would argue that the kardashians of farm animals would be cows or something. because they're always milking content. " she nudges luciana with her elbow, proud of her pun.
⧽ bridge of nose wrinkles at the admission because yeah… it is gross, she's definitely on the same page even if she can't relate. well. not completely anyway. “ yeah ── same. just not by animals, ” she hears it and immediately shakes her head. “ it's not what you think, ” waves hand in the air as if to brush the thought away. “ jellyfish incident, ” is offered as an explanation. an unhappy accident that had proven the popular myth wrong in a very painful way. she watches daisy with the monkey for a second and okay, fine, maybe the little gremlin isn't actively plotting anything right now. she still doesn't trust it. luciana blinks. once. twice. then, a sudden chortle of laughter bubbles at the back of her throat and spills through glossy petals. the kardashians would totally sue for defamation over that comparison, she thinks. “ you're funny, ” brunette says, matter-of-factly, a hint of surprise behind the observation, “ i wasn't expecting that. ” but the words uttered are not meant as an insult, there's no malice in her tone, only adjusting an assumption she never realized she had. “ what farm animal would you be ? wait... what do you think i'd be ? ”
ꗃ ─── luciana & y/m , build-a-creature station / capping at three ( 2/3 )
⧽ here's the thing about themed cocktails, they were really good. also, on a totally related note: luciana is now at the build-a-creature table ── which she's almost sure she didn't walk to on purpose ──, sitting under string lights with stuffing on her dress and absolutely no regrets. look of concentration etched on features, tongue pressing to the inside of cheek as brunette tries to stuff the dragon's tail with one hand because the other is otherwise occupied by a cocktail she has not intention of putting down. “ here, ” she says, holding the drink out. tone surprisingly serious for someone who's not 100% sober ( she's maybe at 75%... 80% if we're being generous ), but her dragon is half-assembled and she's committed. “ take this for a second. i need both hands for this part. ” it's not until she's elbow deep in dragon that she looks up at present company. “ don't drink it, ” her eyes narrow in a way that doesn't really land, feeling almost playful and nowhere near scary, “ or do, just don't spill it. she's been through enough tonight. ” a nod towards the dragon, bottom lip jutting out into a pout.
#OPENSTARTER, CURRENTLY ACCEPTING [ 00/05 ], LOCATION & TIME: your choice !
approaching figure signals the end of what little alone time he had managed to wrench free from the endless rotation of faces and names demanding his attention. screen displaying the latest polling numbers disappears as phone is slipped into a pocket strategically stitched into his blue, silver-threaded doublet. chosen companion for today’s events is a welcome respite, their presence enough to inspire the gentle curve of his lips, features softening into something warm and genuine. “ good of you to finally show up. i was starting to think you found a better offer. ”
⧽ late, her ? pfft. luciana's been on her own schedule since 1991. “ a little anticipation never hurt anyone, ” brunette femme remarks, unapologetic, one brow arching into a practiced curve as she closes the distance between them and gives a half-shrug at his remaining prose. “ oh, i definitely explored my options, but you held up, ” she deadpans, there's a faint quirk of lips that betrays her and spells amusement. then, brown hues drift sideways to where a fire breather exhales a plume of flame into the evening air. somewhere behind them, there's a lute. an actual lute. because clearly, whoever planned all this is committed. when her gaze settles back on him, she tips her chin to where the phone disappeared. “ so, what did i interrupt ? ” holds a hand up as if to physically stop him from answering, “ wait ── i'll guess. you were trying to postmates weed, obviously. ”
⸻ SPOTTED AT CASTLE MANHATTAN,
spiced cherry leans hard into evil-queen energy during week-long fairytale takeover. sharp shoulders, corseted waists and crimson accents. the vibes ? cursed but make it couture.
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location: petting zoo
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daisy was a little overwhelmed which would surprise absolutely nobody who knew her. these sort of events made her imposter syndrome kick in at full force. she had always been an outsider to the world of fame and she had grown used to the feeling for the most part. but this felt like it was just reminding her of how much of an outsider she truly was on a different level. nevertheless, she tried to push that thought to the back of her mind and enjoy the moment as much as she could. and hey, a petting zoo seemed like a cute idea. she had grown up around farm animals just by nature of her hometown and going to county fairs. "never got to pet a monkey on any of the farms back home." she laughs, musing to herself and to whoever is around really.
⧽ horror host is already mid-selfie when the other girl says something about monkeys and thus she lowers her phone to acknowledge the comment. luciana grew up in la so she's technically seen weirder things than a celebrity petting zoo, but she's already decided this conversation is happening. “ okay first of all, ” she begins, turning fully towards the blonde because this feels like a moment that deserves her complete and undivided attention, “ that little guy has terrible vibes. ” head shakes as monkey in question scratches itself. “ if given the chance, it'll look you dead in the eye and pee on you. i've seen it happen. ” but they're cute through a screen, she'll at least give them that. “ did you see the llamas ? just standing there being tall and judgmental. they're like the kardashians of farm animals, ” punctuates with a chuckle.
open to: anyone & everyone ! location: horse stables, sanssouci palace.
hand stroked carefully along the nose of the large stallion that she'd somehow managed to befriend. despite her small frame, she wasn't overly intimidated by the horse in the way that she'd heard others would be. "you know, i don't think i've ever actually ridden a horse." it wasn't exactly something that was readily available when she'd been growing up, nor had she ever felt the need to try once she'd entered into adulthood. "maybe once at some sort of summer camp, but i can't really remember." she spoke idly to the person beside her. "i think it's one of those things you either learn to do really young if you have the chance, or it just passes you by."
⧽ she keeps her eyes on the horse, arms crossed loosely over her chest, one shoulder leaning against the stable wall. not particularly interested in bonding with the animal the way present company seems to be, she keeps a comfortable ( safe ) distance instead. animals this size are not exactly her thing, luciana's more of a cats-in-penthouses kind of woman, well ── minus the cats. still, she takes a moment to consider the observation, letting out a "hmm" noise as if thinking it over in her head. sure, she can handle a stallion, just not the four legged kind. “ it's not too late to learn. ” a beat. “ i mean, i've ridden plenty of things for the first time well into adulthood, ” she lets the words trail off with a smirk before taking one small, measured step closer. “ besides, you're a natural. that thing could knock you flat and you're petting it like it's a golden retriever. ” gabriela had looked so relaxed stroking the horse's nose that she's tempted to reach out herself. she doesn't, though. not because she's afraid, she's just not about to let some animal drool on her outfit is all. “ i know the three c's of first aid, y'know, in case you wanna give it a try. ”
Love the word "also". I have more things to say
What's the point of living if you're not at least a little bit of a nuisance. Talk back to people sometimes. Break something. Be annoying on purpose.
U seem....unhinged.
...but like...in a hot way, right??