bats her cartoon eyes

𝐇𝐈   𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒   !   welcome   to   my   fandomless   original   character   𝙻𝚄𝙲𝙸𝙰𝙽𝙰   𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙸𝚁𝙰.   this   muse   focuses   on   various   topics   including   hollywood   and   it’s   treatment   of   poc   ,   death   and   the   exploration   of   limbo   ,   fame   and   it’s   effect   on   the   psyche.   the   name’s   𝚃𝙰𝚂   ,   21+   ,   woc   ,   she/her   and   full   time   healthcare   worker.   please   do   give   lu’s   bio   +   rules   a   read   before   approaching.

«        damn    partner.        »    a    look    up    &    down.    «        that    really    ain’t    the    outfit    i    had    in    mind    when    i    told    ya    we    were    goin’    explorin’.        »

&.   @lucarus·

                    UNEXPECTED   BEGINNINGS   LEAD   TO   UNEXPECTED   FRIENDSHIPS   and   arm   in   arm,   like   a   buy-one-get-one-free   deal,   ends   with   unexpected   adventures.   Wet   cement   slips   under   the   soles   of   sneakers   that   look   like   they’ve   never   been   worn   as   she   hugs   the   knit   cardigan   close   to   her   body.   The   humid   chill   of   the   summer   night’s   air   breathes   common   sense   back   into   her,   but   she’s   too   far   from   home   now   to   call   her   driver   back.   It’s   three   am   and   probably   the   stupidest   decision   she’s   made   in   a   long   time,   but   for   years   to   come   she’ll   tell   the   story   of   Ishtar   and   Luciana’s   night   on   the   town.

Under   the   microscope   of   the   blonde’s   eye,   she   glances   down   at   the   simple   outfit   she   threw   on   half   asleep   and   more   than   half   awake.   She’d   hoped   it   wouldn’t   draw   attention,   wouldn’t   single   her   out,   but   the   corners   of   her   lips   turn   downwards   at   the   disapproval.   It   doesn’t   last   long,   and   she   shrugs   with   a   laugh.   Celebrities   were   meant   to   have   laugh   lines   not   frown   lines,   and   she’s   not   one   to   disappoint   a   fan.   Had   Ishtar   transcended   the   place   of   a   simple   fan   yet   ?   ❝   Tried   to   be   a   little   versatile   with   the   vague   details.   ❞   She   sticks   a   leg   out   and   wiggles   her   foot   with   a   point   of   her   chin.   ❝   Sneakers   in   case   we’re   on   foot   for   a   while.   ❞   Another   stretch   of   her   arms   to   practically   flap   the   knit   of   her   sweater.   ❝   Layers,   because   you   can   never   go   wrong   with   layers.   But   the   best   accessory   of   all,   ❞   There’s   a   cheeky   grin   on   her   lips   because   even   she   couldn’t   take   herself   too   seriously.   ❝   A   positive   attitude,   and   a   little   too   much   coffee   to   keep   me   awake   at   this   time   of   night.   ❞

      this gig is all about testing his comfort zone .          luke’s  experience  with  awards  show  is  made  up  entirely  of   being  nominated  for   and   winning   them.      the  prospect  of  hosting  doesn’t  scare  him,   per  se,   but  that  doesn’t  mean  he  wants  to  go  into  it  likely  to  fuck  up  and  become  hot  gossip  for  said  fuck  up.        he’s  got  the  whole    CHARMING  FRONTMAN,   WORLDWIDE  HEARTTHROB    thing  going  for  him,   though,   and  that’s  really  all  he  needs  to  pull  this  off.        sunset  curve’s  popularity  is  through  the  fucking  stratosphere  now,    and  his  agent  wouldn’t  have  risked  that  meteoric  rise  booking  this  job  if  she  didn’t  think  luke  could  handle  it.       though  when  she  told  him  he  was  being  paired  up  with  an  actress  to   bridge  the  gap   between  the  worlds  of  the  charts  and  box  office,    he  expected  someone  like   …    well,   not  lucy.  

    there’s  no  hard  feelings  on  his  end,    their  breakup  as  amicable  as  a  rough  breakup  can  be  from  where  he’s  sitting,   but  that’s  only  one  side  of  things.     and  since  luke  can’t  read  minds,    he  throws  her  a  casual  smile  and  hopes  for  the  best    (  the  drink  being  handed  to  him  instead  of  thrown  in  his  face  is  a  pretty  good  sign  !  ).          ❛    —   mountain  dew’s  just  as  good.      i  think  when  you  drink  as  many  of  them  as  i  do  they  just  burn  all  your  tastebuds  off  so  you  can’t  tell  the  difference  anymore ,   ❜         luke  takes  a  quick  swig  before  licking  the  excess  from  his  lips  and  nodding  in  her  direction.       hopefully  his  terrible  attempt  at  comedy   will  ease  the  tension  she’s  feeling.       he’s  not  here  to  make  this  hell  for  her.       after  all,   it’s  in  both  their  best  interests  if  this  show  goes  well.         ❛   thanks  for  this,   luce,    you’re  a  lifesaver.          i’ve  been   …   BUSY,   but  like,   in  this  business,   busy  is  good.       glad  they  paired  us  up  together  though,    it’s  been  a  hella  long  time  since  we  were  actually  next  to  each  other  and  not  just  like    -    in  the  same  room.   ❜  

                    SHE’S   SURPRISED   WITH   HOW   EASY   IT   IS   TO   FALL   BACK   INTO   ROUTINE   around   Luke.   It   makes   her   realize   how   silly   it’d   been   to   work   herself   up   so   much   earlier.   With   each   passing   moment,   discomfort   is   replaced   with   relief   and   she   finds   herself   laughing   at   him   without   having   to   worry   about   how   exactly   she   sounded.   She   doesn’t   linger   on   what   that   means   and   instead   focuses   on   how   different   he   looks.   Not   a   bad   different,   nor   an   unrecognizable   different.   The   type   of   way   an   old   friend   you   haven’t   seen   for   years   looks   different.   She   feels   like   she’s   seeing   him   for   the   first   time   again,   boy-ish   charm   and   all.   It   brings   a   grin   to   her   lips,   one   that   reaches   her   eyes,   and   she   shakes   her   head   at   his   comment.   ❝   You   really   might   want   to   get   that   checked   out,   not   sure   if   that’s   normal.   ❞   She   takes   a   sip   of   her   coffee,   and   it   feels   like   liquid   courage   in   her   veins   rather   than   caffeine.   

Busy   was   the   nicest   way   to   put   how   the   industry   wrung   them   dry,   and   left   them   out   to   air,   but   she’s   been   warned   early   that   it’s   not   a   topic   of   casual   conversation.   So   instead   she   hums   in   agreement,   until   he   brings   up   the   elephant   in   the   room.   Her   gaze   drops   to   the   lid   of   her   cup,   index   finger   nervously   tracing   the   rim.   She   nods   with   a   small   smile,   unable   to   meet   his   eyes.   In   whatever   way   they   framed   the   situation,   their   breakup   fell   on   her   conscience.   Maybe   they   would’ve   inevitably   split   up   down   the   road   anyways,   but   she   hadn’t   given   them   the   chance   to   even   try   to   make   it   work.   She   crumbled   under   pressure   and   didn’t   bother   to   put   up   a   fight.   ❝   Yeah,   it’s   been   a   while,   ❞   Her   voice   is   distant   as   she   musters   up   the   courage   to   raise   her   head   and   look   at   him   again.   ❝   Luke,   again,   I’m   sorry.   ❞   She   regrets   it   the   minute   she   says   it   because   at   this   point,   she   barely   knows   what   for.   Their   break   up   ?   Being   awkward   about   it   ?   Avoiding   him   in   every   situation   they   could’ve   crossed   paths   ?   Bringing   it   up   now   when   she   could’ve   politely   diverted   the   conversation   ?

          truth be told, kiki warren has always enjoyed these sorts of parties more than she’s willing to let on.       it’s become vastly more entertaining since she’s learned to enjoy them more as a  spectator  than a true participant, engaging but with more detachment than she used to, no longer feeling as though the entirety of her life hangs in the balance between one word and the next.   (  she’d had her first academy award nomination at 25 and followed that quickly with the public declaration of her sexuality ;  everything after that feels like   child’s play.   )   she recognizes the other woman from by sight, although she certainly can’t say they  know  each other in any capacity.  but kiki’s never been shy, never hesitated to introduce herself ;  she’s likable, sure, but   bold   for the taste of  some.

          ❛   I wouldn’t do that, if I were you.   ❜   she gestures to the particular tray of appetizers the other young woman is eyeing, a grin pulling impishly at the corner of her mouth.   ❛   they look   waaaay   better than they taste, trust me.  I just want to spare you the inconvenience of having to subtly spit it out in a napkin and toss it without anybody seeing.   ❜       //       @lucarus.  sc.

                    THERE’S   AN   UNCANNY   SMELL   TO   EVERY   HOLLYWOOD   PARTY,   a   lingering   cloud   of   cheap   perfume   masking   the   designer   scents   that   are   much   more   subtle.   Luciana   has   learned   to   not   breathe   too   deeply   in   fear   of   choking   on   her   own   air.   She’s   learned   many   things   during   her   time   in   Hollywood,   a   key   one   being   the   importance   of   networking.   It’s   why   she   flits   from   one   actress   to   the   next   big   producer.   Never   too   long   to   seem   latched   on,   but   never   too   quick   to   seem   disinterested.   Everything   about   the   industry   is   a   delicate   dance   and   she’s   simply   their   puppet.   She   spreads   herself   thin   and   wears   herself   out   in   an   hour.   So   she   decides   she   deserves   a   breather   and   finds   herself   cozying   up   next   to   a   long   table   littered   with   finger   foods   and   plucks   one   off   a   shiny   silver   tray.      

Her   mouth   is   half   open   when   she   spots   Kiki   Warren   in   her   peripheral.   She   thinks   she   can   down   the   bite   sized   treat   before   she   approaches,   but   instead   finds   herself   slowly   lowering   her   hand   from   her   mouth   mid-sentence.   At   a   loss   of   what   to   do   with   the   appetizer,   she   wraps   it   up   in   a   napkin   and   holds   it   in   her   palm   for   the   time   being.   Carefully   applied   blush   does   little   to   hide   the   colour   that   rises   to   her   cheeks   in   embarrassment.   ❝   Thank   you,   ❞   Composure   returns   soon,   another   trick   she’s   picked   up   over   the   years,   and   she   laughs   loudly.   ❝   Subtle   isn’t   really   my   strong   suit,   so   you   saved   me   from   more   than   you   would   think.   ❞