#SORRY GIRL IVE BEEN DEAD

[mediocre-eternity]

Tell us about your mortal friends.

Sure.

Oh, and I would like to clarify just one thing, before I write about these poor things… just to clarify one little bite Lestat wanted to take at me… I do not keep “mortal slaves.” There are no mortals that help me against my will and any suggesting I might do on my part would never disrupt their waking lives. I am ethical towards mortals I am routine with. Then again, I don’t really know what Lestat’s written about me recently. These are things I hear through the grape vine.

Speaking of, if any of you mortal readers want to talk to me about Lestat’s recent dissemination, please inform me. I’ve only gotten what his final three publications were about second hand.

If we are talking about frequency of communication only, I would have to say my right-hand neighbors Eric and Mohammad are probably our two closest mortal acquaintances. They are also the two that I have to maintain a true human-like relationship with most of the time.

Eric is an Italian-American man. He is large and imposing, with red hair and beard, skin adorned with and barely visible under decades of tattoo collecting and his voice is loud but friendly. He used to be a part of a gang, one that rides motorcycles. He mentioned something to me once, something about being in the one-percent. A Hell’s Angel. What a dramatic name. In summer months he parks his maroon-red Harley Davidson next to my Suzuki. Eric told me he stopped wanting to be violent after meeting his husband, Mohammad, because he didn’t want to lose what little family he had left. His father, who was a house builder and taught Eric the same trade, disapproved of Mohammad and Eric only spoke of their marriage when this father was on his death bed. Before that, they hadn’t spoken in twenty years.

Tragic.

Because Eric is a house builder by occupation, he has helped Daniel and I many, many times when we’ve found ourselves in a real pickle, as he’d say. Once our pipes froze over and he helped us acquire repairs. Even little things like getting my car started on a snowy evening, helping me mount our TV to the wall and amusingly telling Daniel what gay nightlife used to be like (Daniel is older than Eric by nearly fifteen years, haha!) are what Eric can be relied on for. We like Eric a whole lot.

Mohammad, or Mo, on the opposite, is a slight, beautiful and quiet man, always dressed with voguish sophistication. Whatever his job is, it either keeps him on his phone or in their house. When he does drive, it is in a sleek black modern Audi. Occasionally he will let me practice Arabic when we exchange pleasantries, but often Mo does not want to be bothered, so I don’t bother him.

Our other closest mortal friend is Abby, our housekeeper, who comes to our home about once a month. The entire household has gotten very close to her and we text her most of the time. She’s an NYU student working toward being a lawyer. A beautiful twenty-seven year old woman who is so incredibly entertaining to talk to. She is a wealth of information and big ideas about these modern nights. So much so that it’s a shame knowing she plans on moving to Puerto Rico after she graduates. Though we can’t be so close to mortals forever.

She likes thinking about Daniel a whole lot, when we do get the opportunity to see her outside of our home, which can be quite infrequent. I find it funny when she entertains courting Daniel… I like to think back on the pretty young women Daniel would find attractive and be at their heels in their bedroom once they were alone together. She is very very nostalgic to be around.

We bought her and her boyfriend a couch a few months ago at Ikea.

Anyway, these are just the few living folk we spend most of our time around anyway. I mean, there’s hundreds really, but they can be a dime-a-dozen. We have another neighbor, Xu Li, an elderly woman who immigrated to New York when she was nineteen. She is ninety-four now and her house is a revolving door of her numerous family members. When I do speak to her, she is resting on the balcony that faces mine. I also had a small group of like-aged individuals I was spending my time with but my appearance became a hindrance to seeing them so often. And it made me a bit sad, too.

Lately I’ve been thinking about how much Daniel and I have set our roots in Brooklyn and how much more Night Island is becoming a memory. I long for it, the weather, the storms, the ocean, but we’ve built the closest thing we’ve ever had to a community, mortal and immortal, in New York. The first time I remember really being enamored with Daniel was in New York and there’s always a calling for home with us here. But who knows. What are relationships to a thing that never dies.

[iridescent-king]

WHO LET YOU IN HERE? WHAT IS THAT, A HOME MOVIE?? ⚡

[rejectedartist]

HI I'M ALIVE, HERE'S SOME SAIMAKI

[lollytea]

I really love hope is a thing with feathers and I also really LOVE the hope as a sewer rat poem too but I wish it was not explicity written as "well actually" against Dickinson asgvsjnk. The imagery is SO GOOD but this whole vibe of "my metaphor is better than your metaphor" kinda sours it for me

[spidergirl-fibula]

listening to any music lately?

Trans women yelling at me, mainly

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

this is the video i watch every time im thinking abt pre-time thoschei btw

[undefeatablesin]

Dealing with the tail end of another artblock by brainstorming feral Good Hunter Aloysha looks. Because she was not already feral enough for me I guess lmao ✨️

[anotherpapercut]

you know it's bad when you keep fantasizing about killing yourself in front of them to traumatize them for life lmfaoooo

[scrolling-here-is-a-sin]

Cutlery

[gender-euphowrya]

old people really were raised on the idea that their descendants were just future caretakers for them and never fucking learned to think otherwise

[davepepsisprite]

Madjick SPOTTED on new Undertale merch. Let's go.

[nohara-rin-dot-mp3]

brother walked in on me rewatching kakashi gaiden eps and looked me dead in the eyes and asked if i was a kakashi simp. which is a terrible question to ask because 1- no but 2- the reason i am rewatching them is for the rin content + to add fuel to the fire of my studies (watching her smile so emptily only makes me more certain that an 'empty vessel that cannot be filled' flavor of characterization is the best thing you could possibly do with her). which is arguably a more terrible thing to admit. i mean like i TOLD him because of our long-standing rapport + historical debates about similar issues... but like... girl... that was far too revealing...

[thelaughingmerman]

Had a nightmare about zombies again 🫥

[lovetohateyoump3]

my attraction can be a little hit or miss but LOVE when it hits. love when i look at someone and just be dead convinced they're one of the most beautiful people ive ever met.

[nonbinaryphantom]

theres this one bleach xover fic and i think about reading it but i am so pissy about ichigo characterizations that i will blow myself up if hes even remotely out of character

[smol-tired-binch-blog]

I do kinda hope we get a sequel, it’d be nice to be able to talk about Lorabetta again