#♢Art of ours

[theliminalplace]

absolutely endeared by these buffoons, this is my only contribution to them (for now)

[terrovaniadorm]

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“[ The devil's finest trick is to persuade you that he does not exist. ]”

ʚ♡ɞ ✑ General Information

Full Name — Elara Cessair

↳ [ Name meaning ]

Elara -> A cheerful and happy individual. 

Cessair -> Sorrow; Affliction.

Japanese Ver. — エララ・セセア

Romaji Ver. — Erara sesea

Tarot Card: The Moon — XVIII

Age: 18

V/A(日本語): Kumiko Noma / Sanae Kobayashi

V/A(英語/EN): Marilyn Horne / Stephanie Sheh

Species: Wolf beastwoman

Height: 176cm/5'8

Hair color: Porcelain White

Eye Color: Silver

Tarot Rank: XVIII/18

Gender/Pronouns: Female (She/Her)

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous

Sexuality: Bisexual

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ʚ♡ɞ ✑ Extra Information

Dormitory: Etteilla (@rosietrace)

Class: A

School Year: Third year

Family: Aldrin Cessair (Father figure, deceased)

Best class(es): Any Class that gets her thinking.

Worst class(es): Psychical Education

Club: Choir

Likes: Luxury, people falling for her tricks, having all the juicy information she can use, rumors and gossip

Dislikes: Working for people, people telling her what to do, sweating

Hobbies: Gossiping, Lying

Talent(s): Singing

Flaw(s): Dishonest, disloyal, egoistical, too full of herself, underestimates others.

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ʚ♡ɞ ✑ Personality

Elara Cessair is a diva with no management, a woman who follows her own schedule. She's playful and whimsical, a friend you can trust despite her eccentricities, a friend with the right advice. Of course that's an lie, Elara simply likes knowing people's weaknesses to use it against them, she's good at making people belive her truth, her illusions instead of what's real and true. She really doesn't take anything seriously, everything is a game and she is winning.

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ʚ♡ɞ Unique Magic: [Under the moonlight] (月光の下で.)

Under the moonlight works for persuasion, using this Elara can learn any secrets. Target won't remember telling Elara about it, or her magic at all. But Not all secrets are easy to learn....

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ʚ【 ♛ 】ɞ Mistress Alliette's Thoughts on them

“Whenever she accompanies me, it feels like I'm playing a game of chess. I'm well aware that she sees everything I've planned as a game, and I'm not one to stop her from thinking that way. How Elara feels about my plan is not something I consider to be a concern.”

— Mistress Alliette

ʚ♡ɞ Their thoughts on Mistress Alliette and fellow Arcana

“My my my, i LOVE some good ambition! It never ends well, her plans are like an opera play and as long as i am entertained i could entertain her ideas. A completely transactional businesses relationship.”

— Mistress Alliette

“Poor Nori, guys just HOPELESS! Imagine having an end so miserable you throw all of your morals for a woman who saved you. What's so special about her? I don't know but watching them is entertaining~ Noriko should've get into the clown businesses”

— Noriko , The Justice

“Haruka Haruka Haruka... It's fun watching him fight with Noriko, it's good entertainment but who drives a chariot in this day and age really? At least he's funny so he gets a pass in my book.”

— Haruka , The Sun

“This girl. She keeps asking me what i wish for, i told her I'm not interested but she is persistent! I guess in a way that's a good thing but lord. If it doesn't get annoying”

— Stella Vega, the Star

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ʚ♡ɞ — Additional Trivia!

— Elara will never admit but she misses the fame she used to have years ago... It's nice to be remembered.

— Visits opera houses in her free time because of that, she enjoys it. Knowing no one will reach her fame in art of opera.

— She does NOT like being compared to other, newer musicians.

— If Elara was in Night Raven, she'd be in Octavinelle dorm.

— She enjoys being around sea side or beaches but she's not a big fan of the heath.

— Likes being on magicam, reading gossip about the new celebs, it has nothing to do with her job but it sure is fun.

— She can be heard singing during night time, especially if the moon is out.

✑ Main Theme: Villain - Stella Jang

✑ Backstory: 『 Dancer of the moon 』 (SOON)

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[jhdyuiee]

Stars on my Scars

♢ pairing: Mark x Y/N ; forbidden love

♢ warnings/tags: smut!, angst, unprotected sex (pls pls pls stay protected), breakup sex (?!), kissing/making out, name calling (baby, good girl), oral (m & f receiving), cursing, multiple orgasams

♢ wc: 1.6k

♢ a.n: hello! happiest 127 day ya’ll!! it seems like mark became the popular choice so here it is yayie! i hope this ones a good one for u all && enjoy it as much as i did. its freaky-ness kekeke. good news though i currently have 4 drafts in my drafts (?) each of a different member, so pls look forward to those releases! school has been a pain in the ass lately so uploads may vary… anyways i hope u all have a lovely day! happy 127 my nctzen! i love u all, jiji out 🤍

The rain poured and poured; the rain fell and fell.

I looked up feeling as the droplets were falling onto me. The weather reflecting my life right now. I replayed the moments of a couple hours ago in my head.

-‘๑’-

“Hey mark?” I asked through the phone.

“Yeah, baby?” He replied.

“Can I go over to you? Or is it-“

“No, no yeah you can. Is something the matter?”

“Ah, well I just miss you,” I replied.

“I miss you too, baby. I’ll be waiting for you here then.”

I bid him goodbye and hung up the call. Today was the day. The day I’d leave him, at least try to. I love Mark with everything in me, but we can’t be together anymore. Our love is forbidden. It was never meant to last. Forever doesn’t exist for us.

I’d arrived in front of his door. I hesitated knocking, this would be the last time I’d come here. I knocked and heard a clicking sound, he’d unlocked the door.

“Hey baby don’t just stand there, come in,” he said, softly.

I walked into his apartment, soaking in everything one last time. The picture frames, art pieces, messy sofa, even the spiderman figure on his coffee table. I walked into his living room, Mark following right behind me.

I turned around facing him. He was a couple inches away from me, so I walked closer to him, centimeters away. I placed a hand on his cheek, caressing it. I wanted to cry, I could feel the tears threatening to spill down.

“What’s wrong Y/N?” he said in a concerned tone.

“I love you,” I said in a whisper. “I love you so much Mark, more than words can ever describe.”

He took both his hands, cupping my face gently. “I love you too baby, a lot more than you think I do.”

His words radiated such warmth, I didn’t wanna end this. Our story though was not a fairy tale.

I leaned in, my lips on his. Our kiss started off as something gentle filled with love, pure love. But then it deepened, filled with desire, desperation, lust.

We continued kissing until there was no oxygen for either of us. “You’re so beautiful Y/N,” Mark said, pecking my jaw. His kisses continued along my neck, jaw, and collarbones. In the meantime his hands worked on my shirt, trying to get that thing off of me. He pulled it over my head, his kisses continuing along the valley of my breast. “Jump,” he said, wrapping my legs around his waist. I could feel his erection against my clothed core.

He guided me to his bedroom, placing me on his bed gently. His hands working on my jeans. I was left in nothing but my underwear. “Take your clothes off too Mark.” He listened, his clothes slowly joining mine.

He came back to me with a kiss. It was filled with desire, I pretty darn sure my wetness was leaking through my underwear. His hands palmed my core causing me to moan into the kiss. His lips dragged along me going down and down.

“Already so wet from kissing?” he said, the nightlight illuminating the small smirk plastered across his face.

“Get up for me baby,” he said. I got up and waited for him to say more. “Take your bra off.” I obliged, tossing it somewhere in the room. His hands groped my breasts, the sensation sending electric shocks through me. I straddled his lap and his head came down to my breasts.

He stuck his tongue out, lapping it around my nipple. It felt so good as he flicked his tongue. My other breast was being pinched by his fingers until his mouth met that one as well. I moaned his name out over and over, “Mark, fuck.”

I felt as he bit my nipple, causing me to wince. I was practically riding him feeling his hard erection against my hot core. I was sure if I got up my wetness would be seen on his boxers.

“So needy baby,” said Mark against my breast. “Turn the other way for me.”

I did just as he said to, my back facing him. “Open your legs,” he whispered in my ear. I opened them a little wider, as his hand made it’s way towards my core, putting my underwear to the side.

“Fuck you’re soaking.”

He slid a finger into me, my back arching at the sensation. It was just one finger but oh god- another finger went in. He pumped his fingers in and out, “look at me baby.” I turned my head, his lips crashing to mine. “Got to get you nicely prepared to take my cock pretty girl,” he said, kissing my cheek and jaw.

“Ah- M-Mark I’m clo-close.”

“It’s okay baby, just let it out,” he said, bringing his thumb to my clit.

“Oh yes- fuck just like that Ma-Mark.”

He chuckled, “Go on cum.” Oh and I did, I came. My legs trembling, my chest heaving. “You did so well baby,” he said, pecking my temple.

I got up from his lap and kneeled down. I wanted him and I wanted him now. “Impatient baby?”

“Mm, I want you Mark. Please let me have you,” I said as I looked up at him.

He let out a curse before pulling his boxers down. His cock sprung out, angry and full of precum. “You look so pretty begging to have me, so here have it.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. I wrapped my hand around his cock, licking his precum. I licked up his cock, wanting to tease him for a bit; wanting to savor this moment a while longer.

“Come on baby, stop the teasing,” he said deeply. He was growing impatient, I could hear it in his voice. In fact I was too, I wanted him in my mouth, so I took him in. Slowly, but then his hands gripped my hair. “You got this baby, just a little more deeper.”

Fuck. Mark was big and thick, my eyes were tearing up already. He pushed my head further down, groans leaving his throat. “You’re taking it so well like the good girl you are.”

Mark was always good at saying things whenever we got intimate. It turned me on even more. Once his cock was fully in, I started moving. Bobbing my head, moans coming out of both of us. “Eyes up baby.” I fluttered my eyes to him, his expressed; fucked out. He was enjoying this too.

He looked at me, “Don’t stop Y/N, it feels so good.” I kept going, his tip hitting the back of my throat. “Shit, just like that baby.” He was now controlling my movements, going faster. The tears streaming down my face. He wouldn’t stop groaning, I saw as he bit his bottom lip; he was close.

With a string of curses he finally came, I made sure to take all of his cum, not missing a single drop. “You did so good, baby,” he said, patting my head. I got up and smashed my lips against his, I was sure he could take his cum from my mouth.

“Put it in pretty girl,” he said, grabbing my hips.

I sunk down, feeling my pussy stretch. “Ah, Ma-Mark fuck…” I felt intoxicated, my head somewhere else.

“You’re still so tight huh,” he said, smacking my ass cheek.

I widened my eyes at his sudden action. “Yo-You’re just so bi-“ before I could finish my sentence he pushed me down, finally getting it all in.

His hands went back to my hips and his lips to my breast. “Come on, start moving baby.” Oh and I did, I felt so full. So euphoric. Oh how I love Mark. My trance was knocked out when he bit the side of my throat.

“What are you thinking about? You got right here baby,” he said, his voice deep.

“So-Sorry.”

He smirked, thrusting even more harshly. He was going faster and faster, no mercy.

“Slow down, please Mark! I’ll cum.”

“So cum baby, we got all night.” He slipped his thumb to my clit, abusing it. “Come on now, finish for me,” he whispered in my ear.

With a few more harsh thrusts I finally came. My second orgasm of the night. My back arching and mouth open. “So good,” I mumbled, earning a slight chuckle from Mark who was also close. His thrusts were getting sloppy.

“You gonna let me come inside?”

I nodded furiously, I was on the pill either way. If this truly was the last time I’d get to take his cum then so be it.

With that he came inside me, painting my walls white. Feeling even more full than before. We collapsed on the bed, trying to catch our breaths. His arms wrapped around mine, it felt so warm, I wished time would stop here.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he whispered, loud enough for me to hear.

He took me in his arms, going to the bathroom. By the time we left the bathroom, I had one or two more orgasms; still unable to keep our hands off each other. I fell asleep while in the bath tub, next thing I knew I woke up—it was 4am—his arms around me. Mark slept so peacefully, he was a beauty.

‘I have to leave, I have to leave now,’ I thought. So I carefully snuck out of his warm embrace and slipped my clothes back on. I walked to the bedroom door, stealing my final glance at the sleeping Mark. One tear, then two left my eyes.

“Goodbye Mark.”

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That was hours ago, now the rain poured on me endlessly. Cars passed by and people with umbrellas. The world continued, but mine had stopped.

The stars on my scars have disappeared now and now those scars have become visible again.

Mark and I was a story with no beginning. Mark and I was a love story that was forbidden.

“You were never going to be mine.”

© jhdyuiee

2024.01.27

final a.n: I was scared to write for someone other than jaehyun tbh but I think it ended well! I hope u enjoy my first Mark fanfic && ill be back in the future with more!! as i previously said i have 4 works currently in my drafts so look forward to them! happiest 127 day nctzen’s ! i love u all && pls enjoy this fic - jiji 🤍

p.s- u guys know where i got my title idea from 🫢 ?!

[silentium-symphony]

Work of Art Modern AU (Link x Reader) I

(a/n) AAAHH I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!! i've reached that point in the semester where i've got either a project or an exam due every week, and i haven't had any time to write :( but i'm here now with a brand new fic for you! so thank you for waiting :)

parts will be linked and will also be available on my masterlist when they're available!

cw: link experiences unwanted sexual advances in the beginning (nothing too explicit) so please proceed with caution, afab!reader, swearing, zelda and link are besties :}, breathless conversations in a stairwell, you and link are just some awkward goobers

wc: 2.3k

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"And this one-of-a-kind masterpiece depicts the moments leading up to the Hero's decisive victory over the Demon King. For just a moment, let's draw our eyes toward the finer details the artist has decided to depict. Look with me now at the use of light in this scene, and how it starkly contrasts..."

Is that a new crack?

Blue eyes absently traced the thin line that fractured the pillar's marble surface. A wisp of gold tickled the tips of his lashes and he huffed, coursing his fingers through his hair in a bid to keep it in place. He kept his eyes trained on the small, black fissure that coursed through the white stone.

Definitely a new crack.

Taut fingers absently fumbled the ring of keys latched to his belt while the other hand thumbed the baton's cold metal. Link's eyes fluttered shut and he let out a soft sigh, adjusting his feet to abate the blood pooling in his heels.

"--Ahem."

His broad shoulders twitched and ocean blues met irritated meadow greens, which juxtaposed the seemingly sweet smile Zelda flashed him. Link dropped his hands immediately, causing the metal nuisance to sing a dying song against his thighs; a quiet chorus of giggles served as the encore.

"Thank you," his best friend cleared her throat, "as I was saying--"

Hylia, he was so bored. He rocked on his heels and watched Zelda motion to the large, newly restored painting before them. He knew how hard she had worked on restoring the old thing, and he was proud of her for sure, but if he had to listen to her spiel about the painting's history one more time--

"Hands off the rope please." He uttered softly to the woman dangling off the red velvet. She scoffed, but her look of disdain eventually softened into something... heavier. A sultry smirk snaked its way onto her lips and her eyes turned lidded.

"Sorry, sir. I just couldn't get my eyes off such a gorgeous masterpiece. It's a work of art, y'know?"

"I understand ma'am," his knuckles tersed. "But please refrain from touching the rope."

"Oh, I'm sorry..." She dragged out. "Can I make it up to you with some coffee?"

"No thank you. I suggest you turn your attention back to the presentation. That is why you came, right?"

"Well, what if I told you I actually came for something--or in this case... someone else?"

A shudder wriggled down his spine; she continued before he had time to draft his next sentence.

"I know you've seen me around... Why do you think I visit this dump of a museum so often? To stare at the same paintings day-in-day-out?"

Her fingertip traced the velvet rope, nails softly scuffing the luxuriously-textured barricade. He kept his eyes focused on the little strands of hair peeping out of the mole on her forehead, his throat constricting and drying at the waft of cheap perfume.

"C'mon... After the museum closes, let's grab some food and head over to my place, yeah?"

"He said 'no,' ma'am." A soft voice deadpanned behind the both of them. A pair of bewildered eyes locked with calm, unblinking (E/C)s. "No means no."

"Excuse me?"

"Stop harassing him." You spat, cold venom honeying your tone. "No. Means. No. Do I need to scream to get that through your fucking head? That would draw the crowd's attention to you, don't you think? I wonder how they'd feel watching you harass someone in broad daylight...”

“Tch… Worthless piece of shit.” Red heels clicked right past you as she side-bodied your smaller frame, sending you back a step or two. Your eyes followed the storming figure as she dipped past the grand marble staircase.

“--And with that, I would like to extend my most heartfelt gratitude on behalf of all our curators here. Without your support, our work in restoring these priceless historical pieces would not be possible. So from the bottom of my heart--“

“--Thank you.” He mumbled, his pulse quickening.

You flashed him a soft smile.

"No problem. I'm sorry you had to go through that.

"It’s okay. This... Isn't the first time."

"What, she tried pulling this shit on you in the past?"

"Oh, no, I mean..." He sighed. "It's not the first time someone's done something like this. I never really knew what to say, so I just... didn't say anything, so… Thank you."

"Well, I'm glad I could help." Your smiling eyes averted towards your buzzing phone. “Oh, fuck... Sorry officer, I gotta run! Have a good night!”

"W-Wait, can I ask for--"

--your name?

You raced down the same path his unwanted suitor went a few minutes prior, back disappearing past the staircase. The warmth of gratitude in his chest chilled into a growing, aching hole. Gods, if only he had gotten your name!

"Soooo... who was that?" Zelda snickered, saddling up to the flustered man. Link's cheeks reddened and a small pout bloomed on his lips.

"No one."

"Really? So 'no one's got you all hot and bothered?"

"'Hot and--?' Nah.."

"Uh-huh, whatever you say." She slinked an arm onto his shoulder and dangled off his steady frame, watching the thoughtful wander of the museum's patrons. The air about her turned somber, and her voice dipped to a volume only the blonde could hear. "... Did someone bother you again?"

Link's lips curled into a soft smile--a rare sight, even for his lifelong friend. Confusion ticked Zelda's features as she saw this new reaction.

"Well, the one who ran off helped me with another 'admirer.'" A dreamy sigh. "I was just thanking her."

A soft, contrite smile graced the curator's lips.

"I'm happy to hear that... I'm sorry this is such a regular thing for you. I wish there was some way to know what kind of person we're selling our tickets to..."

Link waved off her concerns and shrugged her off, throwing his arms above his head and feeling the sweet, satisfying pops in his joints. His neck craned from side to side, filling the air with a chorus of crackles; Zelda visibly grimaced.

"Stop doing that! You're gonna snap your own neck one day."

"If I do, does that mean I get a day off?"

"Of course not." She retorted mirthfully.

"Man..."

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Of course the elevator was broken.

Link heaved open the heavy metal door which led to the winding staircase unused by most tenants.

And of course he lived on the 6th floor.

With a huff, he lifted his foot on the cement step blackened from gunk and other dubious substances. He tried to pay little mind to how his shoes grew stickier with each step, or how the flickering light's buzzing drilled a dull ache through his temples. He rounded the first of many corners and kept an even pace, already beginning to feel a bit spent.

Hands fiddled around his hoodie's pocket, feeling for the familiar roundness of his earbud's case and the soft edges of his phone. As he popped his earbuds in, his eyes glazed over the dozens of unorganized playlists that littered his screen, eventually resting on the simply named 'workout' playlist. His music's volume amped up to an almost painful level in a futile effort to blend his rapidly beating heart with songs from his chosen playlist.

"ᴼ⁻ᴼᶠᶠᶦᶜᵉʳˀ"

He stopped to respond to a meme Zelda sent and texted an equally unhinged one back. The greasy scent of takeout wafted to his nostrils and he looked up, slightly confused.

"ᴼᶠᶠᶦᶜᵉʳ, ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘˀ"

A body filled his peripheral; pure fear coursed through his veins as his overactive imagination transmogrified a very real and alive person into eldritch nightmares unutterable by man. His phone leaped for safety, clattering down the flight of stairs for what felt like an eternity before rolling into its final resting place by the suspicious goop in the corner.

A moment of shock-spawned stillness blanketed the two persons--before Link was racing down the staircase.

"Hylia! Are you okay?!" A familiar voice called out. He stopped, fingers hovering a few hairs away from his phone as he slowly careened his face behind him.

There you were--gorgeous, gorgeous you--donned in sweats, a hoodie, Crocs with Socks™, and a steaming bag of takeout. The harsh fluorescent light softened your silhouette, casting an almost ethereal aura about you. Link gabbled an... exclamation of sorts as he grabbed his phone. He slinked the grimy thing into his pocket as he cooly made his way up the steps, shame and a newfound desire to drink lava inapparent on his blank face.

"Yes, thank you." He rubbed his (clean) hand against the back of his reddening neck. "Fancy meeting you here."

"I can say the same to you!" You laughed, shifting the takeout from one hand to the other. "How was the rest of your shift?"

"It was uneventful, thankfully. I'd like to thank you again for helping me out earlier... I really appreciated it."

"Aww... Of course. I'm really glad I could help you out back there."

Gods, how could a smile both ease and excite him all at once?

You both started up the steps once more, silently thanking and cursing your luck. After such a hasty exit you thought you'd never see the man again, but here you were, walking side-by-side up a neverending staircase. You looked down at your food, making sure the handles weren't gonna snap or anything, and happened to catch a faint mustard stain right by your heart. If only you didn't look so... grimy.

"S-So," you started, praying he didn't catch your stutter for air, "uh, what were you listening to?"

"Um..." He panicked slightly, "Just... workout music."

"Yeah? What song?"

"Something that... always gets me pumped." He cleared his throat. "What'd you order?"

"Oh, just some poultry pilaf from the Gerudo restaurant that opened up recently!"

"The one by 3rd Street?"

"Yeah, that one! Have you tried it yet?"

"Nah. But let me know how it tastes."

"For sure!"

A much-needed silence filled the air, both of you desperately trying to hide the fact that you were fighting for your next breath. A bright red '4' filled your vision and you groaned, throwing your head back.

"Gods, these stairs go on forever."

"Tell me about it." He hissed shakily. His eyes wandered to your slightly trembling arm holding your dinner. "Do you want me to hold that?"

"Oh, no, I'm okay." You subtly wiped the sweat beading your brow. "My floor's coming up. Thank you though."

"What floor do you live on? If you don't mind me asking."

"The 6th!"

6th...?

"Me too."

"Really? I'm surprised I never saw you around though. I’d definitely remember someone as cu—“ You coughed suddenly, rubbing a fist into your chest. "C-Cool as you!"

That... wasn't much better.

As you proceeded to curse the day you were born, furled golds and narrowed blues widened in disbelief before softening into a bashful smile.

"T-Thank y--

"Oh look, our floor!"

With a hop, skip, and a step, you bounded up the last flight of stairs and swung the hefty metal door, your frame teetering on the loose door handle.

"After you." You gestured grandly, giggles flitting between the two of you. He raced up the last of the steps and grabbed the edge of the door a little ways past your head, pulling it gently from your grasp.

"No, after you."

"Why, thank you, um..."

"Oh! Link." He stuck his hand out, a boyish grin splitting his lips. "My name is Link."

"Link?" You took his hand. “It's nice to meet you. I'm (F/N)."

"(F/N)..." You hated how your heart swooned just now. "What a cute name."

You canned the need to scream into the void as you slinked through the threshold, laughter alight. You waltzed to the crossroad leading to the separate wings on your floor. “I’m going this way. What about you?”

“I'm heading that way too.”

"O-Oh, okay!"

He strode to your side and you descended down the long hallway, the silence stiffening your throat. It felt... kinda weird knowing where he lived or vice versa; your eyes flitted to the wall's yellowed moulding, a path your eyes had taken hundreds of times.

You rounded a corner; so did he. You trailed along the gentle bend in the hallway; he did as well. Your heart started to race. A prickle of doubt heated your chest as you approached your door. He wasn't following you... was he?

When's he gonna turn when's he gonna turn when's he gonna turn when's he gonna

"You're my neighbor?!" Heads whipped around to catch the other's surprised gaze. A stiff laugh cracked between the two of you and you creaked your gazes away.

"W-Well." You coughed out. "Um, goodnight..."

"N-Night.."

Your bodies slipped past your respective thresholds and softly clicked the door shut. You sunk your body into the door; the thick metal drew the extra heat from your back, but it did little to remedy the red in your cheeks. Knees wobbling, your frame slid down, down, down onto your doormat as you cradled your face in your hands, heart thundering in your ears.

It was almost loud enough to drown out what was undoubtedly tapping on the wall.

You clambered to your feet, plopped your nearly forgotten dinner on your countertop, and skated to the source of the sound, pressing your ear against the drywall with bated breath.

There it was again!

You returned his taps with the same level of enthusiasm. If you listened past your drumming heart, you could trick yourself into thinking you heard a laugh. You giggled as well, heart fluttering at your newfound, totally-platonic-and-definitely-not-love-laced relationship you managed to foster all in one night. A tight knot ached your sides and your belly protested loudly.

Oh right! Your pilaf!

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[cup-headed]

"Uhm, hi? I'm Cuphead, the backbone of the team, obviously.  I have a brother called Mugman, and our father figure is elder kettle- Anywho. Come send shit to me, i won't hurt you."

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[mist-spectra]

LINK: https://sudswapaudiobrewing.bandcamp.com/album/--33 // many thanks to Sud Swap label for re-release our 2023 compilation: "Ｖ​​​Λ​​​Ｐ​​​♢​​​Ｒ​​​Ｗ​​​Ｉ​​​Ｔ​​​Ｃ​​​Ｈ​​​Σ​​​Ｓ" // Sud Swap is a label from Shinjuku City, Japan, specialized on vaporwave, downtempo and other experimental abstract chill beats. totally recommended. // Apart the label does events and work as art community on Shinjuku: https://www.instagram.com/sudswapaudio/

[multistanisms]

Legacy of Snow Ch.2 || Stray Kids

FANDOM: Stray Kids

PAIRING: Han x Minho

WORD COUNT: 1634

RATING: PG

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: N/A

SUMMARY:

Freshly graduated from a prestigious university for music and the arts, Han Jisung is ready to take on the world when he accepts employment at District 325 Records. Han’s dream of taking the world by storm with his talent hits a slight hiccup when a literal spark emanates from a high five he shares with his new boss. That moment brings him to the discovery that he is a direct descendant of a previous Pretear, a guardian to the world. With that knowledge he also finds that Chan isn’t entirely human, he’s what is called a Leafé Knight and he isn’t the only one who resides in the human realm.

Thrust into a fray of magic, learning his own abilities and fighting monsters of darkness, Han has a lot to endure fresh out of college. On top of it all, he has to deal with a growing attraction to one of the seven knights who fight alongside him. It’s a whirlwind for Han, but can he find his footing in the new world he’s found himself a part of?

Taglist: @no1likemybbgcharlie, @spookidema

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Chapter Two: District 325

Paperwork was always a hassle, no matter what line of work you were in. Luckily, Chan made it seem like no time at all as he went over things with Han. It was just over an hour before Chan was leading the way down the hall. “All the offices are on this floor and on seven.” He explained. “You have complete creative freedom with your office.”

“Now that’s not something you hear everyday.” Han said, still looking around. 

“One needs to enjoy where they work, Hannie.” Chan retorted, hands tucking into his jacket pockets. “We all have a right to have a part ourselves in our occupation.”

“That is true.” Han hummed as he looked around at the various photos and awards. Even with the prestige, it wasn’t oppressing. “This place is amazing, especially with such a homey vibe.”

“Thank you. This company means a lot to me. I want my staff and artists to feel safe and comfortable here. My door is always open should anyone need to vent or a shoulder to cry on. I think of everyone as my family.”

“It's great to hear that. Not a lot of companies see their employees as people.” Han replied, letting Chan hit the button to bring the elevator to them.

“Which is why I started my business. To make a change I want to see in the industry. Everyone is entitled to their own emotions and sometimes it makes it hard. After all, human minds can be…difficult to understand at times. That's why I pride myself on helping those who work under me. Even if it's something as simple as listening.” Hitting the button for the seventh floor, he moved to lean against one of the walls. “I'll take you to your office first, so you can put your stuff down,” he explained. When it stopped, he led the way down to an office on the left. Han stopped to look at the door, eyes widening as he took in the sign. 

‘709 | Han Jisung - Producer'

Opening the door, Han walked in to look around. “My own office.” He murmured, looking around as he walked over to set his messenger bag on the desk. The walls were a calming pale green, the desk was larger than any he had seen in his life. Wood of a dark, charcoal gray color made the desk, complete with two separate setups of computers. Brushing his fingers over the wood, he smiled. “The walls are definitely gonna need some art or something. There's only a clock.” He teased his boss. 

Chan laughed and nodded. “As I said, complete creative freedom. My main choreographer uses his walls as a canvas.” He assured. “Did you want some time to get ideas, or finish the tour?”

Han grinned as he walked over. “Tour. I already have ideas for in here.” He answered. “Thank you, sir, for this chance.”

Chan's ears turned red at the name. “Please, just call me Chan.”

“Okay, well thank you Chan.” Han greeted, emphasizing the name for his boss's benefit. “Lead the way.” He followed Chan, excited when Chan showed him the three floors of recording booths. “Oh my gosh, everything is so pretty.” He practically buzzed around the equipment in one room, rushing into the mic booth and grinning. 

Chan watched him with a laugh. “I'm glad you approve. Three floors with floating recording was a difficult-”

“Wait, these are floating booths?!” Han grinned, bouncing in a circle. “Oh my God! The quality of recording is supposed to be so much better in a floating studio! I can’t believe you record in floating booths!” he was so happy it was obviously contagious, because Chan joined in his laughter. 

“You've never worked in a floating booth?”

“Not at uni, no.” Han replied. “We studied the build and concept designs, examined the difference in what materials should be used to have the best soundproofing to help in recording..it was such an amazing unit, but we didn't have one. They were getting ready to put an additional wing in with one, but it won't be ready for a few years.” 

Chan couldn’t resist smiling as he watched Han, nodding. “Let's go look at the practice rooms, shall we?” He asked. 

“Yeah!” Han grinned, still vibrating with excitement.

Chan once more led the way to the elevators, pressing the button for the third floor. “Each floor has six practice rooms, all of which have different themes.” 

“The mural room, the hard rock hall, and the ocean view room are the most common in dance practices.” Han mused. 

“Very good, you really are aware of our artists. They like to use those rooms for the dance practice videos.” Chan replied. “We also have a city room, a jungle theme and mountain room. The rest are just solid colors for the walls.” 

“Oh, that sounds nice.” 

“Mhmm. There's a pastel purple, a dark blue, a grassy kind of green, two white rooms and a blush pink room.” Chan explained, stepping off the elevator and into the hall. “All staff are welcome to use the practice rooms, not just the artists. Times are on the schedules at each door so you'll know how long you'll have or if the room is empty for the day.” He pointed towards one of the schedules in a frame by the door.

“Oh, wow.” Han looks akin to a child in a candy store, pausing at each open door to look inside. Halfway down the hall, he stopped, lifting a hand to touch the door. “I…I can't believe that I'm here. It's been my dream for years to be a producer, to work with artists, and now it's actually happening.”

“Believe it, one hundred percent.” Chan reassured him. “You made it here with hard work and now you get to live your dream.” He smiled reassuringly at Han, laying a hand on Han’s shoulder. “You're going to do great.”

“Thank you, Chan. So much.” Han replied, pausing when music could be heard. “What's that?”

“I think I know who it is. I didn't realize he'd even be here today.” Chan mused, motioning for Han to follow. They walked down to the last room, where a door was cracked. He let Han nudge the door open to look inside, leaning against the frame. 

Inside the room was a pair of dancers, a fiery haired female and a violet haired male, talking as they worked through what seemed to be a transition. They moved in a beautiful synchronized fashion, the music sweeping in a beautiful orchestra sound as they moved. Han was mesmerized, unable to pry his eyes away until a tap on his shoulder pulled him from his stupor. He looked at Chan, who motioned his head and led the way from the door. “That was so cool.” 

“It's better when they get to the final production.” Chan replied. “They hash out the basic feel and come up with their transitions here. Then they put it on the ice to fine tune it.” 

“Did you say ice?” Han asked, head tilting as orange hair fell into his face. 

“Indeed I did, Hannie. That pair is Minho and Yeji. Reigning national pair champions in figure skating for two years.” 

“Wait, you have figure skaters?”

Chan laughed. “No, no, not like that. I've just known Minho since I was little. I let him use one of the practice rooms while he's working on pieces. A couple of years ago, his trainer suggested a couples routine, which is surprisingly how they ended up paired.”

“Surprisingly?”

“Minho isn't one to like people, honestly. He's much more of an animal person, with a few exceptions, of course.” 

“Sometimes you just have to go with the flow, I guess. Even if it's hard.”

Chan nodded, smiling. “That's a good piece of wisdom.” He mused. “It's a good mindset to be in the industry, that's for sure. And I know you'll go further than ever here.” Han stayed with him as they headed back to the elevator. “You'll get your sign-on advance in the next few days, use it as you wish.” 

“Wait, there's a sign-on advance?”

“When I decided to run this program, I knew a lot of candidates would be coming fresh from university. The artists agreed and we talked out options.” Chan explained. “We decided to set up a company fund so that when we pull a new recruit, they have something to help them transition. Have you found anywhere to live yet?”

“I’m actually crashing at my friend Wooyoung’s place. He and his fiance had an extra room, so I’ve been there since I left the dorm.” Han replied. 

“Once you find a place, let me know.”

“Chan, you don’t have to do anything else. You’ve already given me my dream job, money to help me out, encouragement by selecting me...” Han smiled up at Chan as he spoke. “Honestly, it’s more than I ever hoped for starting out. This company, you, are an amazing person.”

“I should go ahead and warn you that it’s something you’ll have to get used to.We all look out for each other here, literally. Like I said, very much like a family.”

Han found himself unable to keep from smiling. “So what’s next on our agenda?”

“Well, I do have a meeting soon…” Chan checked his watch, nodding to himself before his attention returned to Han and he rested a hand on the younger’s shoulder. “So relax, get acquainted with the layouts and such. I generally take lunch at two, so if you’d like, I could show you one of my favorite places in the area?”

“I’m always down for good food, so count me in.”

Chan couldn’t help but laugh at Han’s eagerness. “Alright, then. I’ll see you in two hours.”

[warriorwitchnike]

☆Planetary Rulership☆

♢ One of the first things you learn in astrology is what planet rules what sign. If you're learning in the modern day, you are likely running across the modern rulership scheme which puts Uranus as the ruler of Aquarius, Neptune as the ruler of Pisces, and Pluto as the ruler of Scorpio. Did you know about which planets ruled those signs for over a thousand years before the discovery of these planets, or the logic behind it?

♢ A beautiful part of traditional astrology that is lost in modern astrology is the symmetry of it all. Everything works in perfect geometric harmony. Everything is even. Modern rulerships have lead us to forget this symmetry and harmony.

♢ Pictured here we can see the traditional rulership scheme. The Sun and Moon, the brightest objects in our sky, sit in Leo and Cancer, during the brightest and warmest part of the year. This aspect adds to their qualities. They are flanked in order on both sides symmetrically by Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, and finally Saturn.

♢ The planets flank the luminaries on either side in order of speed. It is clear when looking at them in this way that there is always the same symmetry. Remembering a few keywords can help you to remember where planets are most happy (at home) and least happy (furthest from home in the sign opposite from it).

♢ The Sun and Moon, as we already stated, are the brightest objects of the seven traditional planets, in the warmest part of the year. Opposite them sits Saturn, ruling Aquarius and Capricorn which mark the coldest and darkest part of the year. The moon is the fastest moving planet, while Saturn is the slowest. The Sun is hottest, while Saturn is coldest.

♢ Mercury and Jupiter also oppose each other. Mercury is quick-moving, ever-changing, and often given the archetype of the student while Jupiter is often given the archetype of the teacher. Jupiter is generous, well-established in his position, while Mercury flits from one idea to the next, never fully tying himself down and often revisiting previous topics and ideas.

♢ Venus and Mars are opposites. This is your classic feminine/masculine dichotomy, but there is so much more to it than that alone. Venus gathers together through poetry, art, fine goods, crafts, trades, and religious stations. Mars cuts, severs, burns, screams, and violates. Venus welcomes while Mars drives away.

♢ Now, don't mistake the benefics (Venus and Jupiter) for being entirely good, or the malefics (Mars and Saturn) for being entirely bad. There are ways to utilize a sword for good, and there are ways to use beauty and religion to harm. Each planet has its own unique characteristics and should be understood individually to have a more full understanding of astrology. However, armed with these keywords you will have a solid foundation to continue forward in your study of astrology.

[smol-stardust]

Invasion of your ask box....!!!

👽👽👽. What is the most recent book that's made you cry?

👽. 👽👽👽👽👽👾👾

👾👾👾👾👾👾 How many journals/ diaries have you tried to keep?

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What is the best not canon ship?

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How's life? :)

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Eek, thank you for the invasion!!

Also, yeess, space invaders! Love these lil dudes.

♤Umm, the last one I can think of was the book thief and I cried a lil bit in Rule of Wolves when our boy died....

♧3 written ones at various points, each lasted a few months. I also did a 20 day art journal last year to encourgae myself to draw more and improve myself. I kinda lose steam and just give up journalling tho...

♢Bestie, we're gonna be here a while, but these are some of my takes on best non-canon ships:

Sirus x Remus, Nina x Inej, Jatsby, Jalph

TwiYor (they're together, but they're not... sighs), SatoSugu

PierrexNikolai : War and Peace

Jalph

Jason x Brick (Brason) THIS IS A JOKE!!

Alright, I'll stop here (oops)

♡Life's been alright, physics is hard but it be that way. School is gonna be school. Overall doing good tho :)

How bout you? Everything going well for you?

Tyy for invading my inbox, it's made my day ;3

I'll talk to you soon bestie

[theliminalplace]

WOE!! SCP DOODLES BE UPON YE!!

i think ms sweetie deserves to say fuck

[angels-studio]

♡♤♧♢ Welcome to The Hazbin Hotel ♢♧♤♡

Have you ever wanted a safe place to talk as a Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss Introject? This shiny new server is the place for you! We're an 18+ Hazbin Hotel based server run by Introjects for Introjects. We wanted to create a space that allowed us to talk freely without much censorship. That being said if your system is easily triggered this server might not be for you! We offer a variety of fun channels and features!

A secure ID verification system is in place to ensure all our members are 18 or older

♢ Character Themed Color Roles

♧ A Very laid back community and Staff

♤ A sourcemate Finder

♡ Multiple Chat & Hang out channels

♢ Venting channels

♧ Info-Dump channel

♤ Streaming channels for gaming, music, and art!

♡ Lots of channels to talk about source memories!

Join us and see if our hotel could be your new home away from home!

https://discord.gg/42xYnWfehj

[freefallthelost]

♢♣  ᗯ𝓸𝕝𝔽 𝓌𝕠ℓƑ 𝓫𝕒ᖇ𝓴 𝓑𝐚ｒк!!  ✌☠

It’s that time of year, not only when Hannukah comes around, but when we also begin to reveal the characters of our upcoming Changeling: the Lost game (to be streamed on twitch of January 2023). Starting off the reveals, here is everyone’s favorite e-boy/ german shepard boyfriend:

𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝕮𝖔𝖍𝖊𝖓

played by: AhlaiLutz

art by: cake

[cyclic-laughter]

>>> Giovanni ⋆ Multifandom blog ⋆There's a prefab building and a funny smell...

Hi... I'm Giovanni.

This is one of the few platforms you'll find I am most active with, aside from toyhou.se. On this blog you'll find reblogs for the most part alongside my personal art & commissions, but for far more frequent art postings you'll have to check my toyhou.se.

I like some small things, especially horror-type games like Resident Evil and Bloodborne. I'm enthusiastic about my music taste and am happy to exchange music with other people, even if our tastes may not inherently align!

I suffer clinically diagnosed social anxiety, so expect a weird issue with talking sometimes...

♤ TOYHOU.SE ♢ CARRD ♧ CARA ♡ SPACEHEY

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;; griffin/gold/zane/roman/angel/rory - any prns - 7teen :: haiii :3 i like movies, musicals and horror (@seenonetoomanymovies for my horror stuff)! ;; i post my art on @gxlds-doodles! :: my original post tag is griffin.txt, i answer asks under gxld answers asks! ;; a complete list of all my fandoms is under the cut <3

♦ current fixation(s) - currently just kinda cycling through a bajillion different fandoms LOLL bear with me pls movies ♢ back to the future (movies, telltale game, comics) ♦ john leguizamo movies (land of the dead, violent night, the menu, etc.) ♢ scream (movies) ♦ saw (movies) ♢ high school musical (movies) ♦ john wick (movies) ♢ clue (movie) ♦ once upon a time... in hollywood (movie) ♢ shutter island (movie) ♦ fight club (movie) ♢ dead poets' society (movie) ♦ the lost boys (movie) shows/cartoons ♢ house md (show) ♦ nbc hannibal (show) ♢ julie and the phantoms (netflix show) ♦ our flag means death (show) ♢ hazbin hotel (cartoon) ♦ helluva boss (cartoon) ♢ bojack horseman (cartoon) ♦ the owl house (cartoon) ♢ amphibia (cartoon) ♦ gravity falls (cartoon) ♢ my little pony: friendship is magic (cartoon) ♦ she ra and the princesses of power (cartoon) ♢ animaniacs (cartoon) musicals/plays ♢ ride the cyclone (musical) ♦ romeo & juliet (og play + movie adaptations) ♢ macbeth (og play + 2017 stratford festival prod.) games ♦ five nights at freddy's (games + movie) ♢ what remains of edith finch (game) ♦ stardew valley (game) ♢ team fortress two (game + comics) books ♢ a series of unfortunate events (series + show) ♦ loot (series) ♢ warrior cats (series) ♦ the book thief (book + movie + musical) ♢ the outsiders (book + movie) ♦ the great gatsby (book + movie) ♢ moon of the crusted snow (series/duology)