#apprehensivities

[monmuses]

@apprehensivities asked: 🧁 ...bake or cook together. // For Charlie! ; "Hanging out" emoji starters.

    It was the start of a new baking class for the Hotel! Brought on the idea through one of the residents that brought some interest to Charlie, she put it together within a week. A slew of recipes that she pieced together that were easy, simple, and delicious to eat afterwards. To eat your own product was rewarding! To Charlie, really.

    Excitedly, she had a mixing bowl with some cake mix being mushed together with one of the provided spoons, glancing over toward one of the other folks that was at a neighboring table next to her. Perhaps she could start some small talk!

    "Hey! What kind of recipe are you making?" She asked, comically leaning over toward him. "I know there's ... a lot of these, but I wanted to know which one you picked!"

[grimowled]

@apprehensivities from x.

"BRAVO, THAT WAS quite the virtuoso performance!"

the enthusiastic clapping of the demon prince's taloned hands echoed eerily all around the stunned silence of recent death, as he sauntered in prowling semi-circles around the bashful musician and bona-fide director of the orchestra of sacrificial massacre around them; bodies lay scattered on the floor, bowed upon their discarded instruments, some with their hands uselessly reaching skywards in their final, gasping moments.

(as if anyone up there cared!)

first, four crimson slits burn like coals embedded within a deathly pale mask; an impossibly tall and other-worldly silhouette shrouded in an army of eldritch shadows heaving and slithering around him, trailing with every step and swish of his cloak as they danced with the flickering candlelight. the owl prince of the ars goetia finally came into full view and regal finery in the dimly lit, unhallowed grounds of the deconsecrated church.

"--and what a marvellous setting. I'm more of a violin enthusiast myself, but the organ does make for a gloriously rhapsodic entrance. it's been a while since someone used this particular ritual to sell their soul for musical prowess, no less. how poetic."

he cooed in unabashed delight, stopping short of the small human so that his sinister shadow covered him like a cold mantle. the ritual was rather old and full of whimsical flourish and dramatic flair, just as stolas had intended many moons before when he guided the hand that wrote it to summon him in a most triumphant fashion. it had been a long time since he'd felt the irresistible pull of a summoning, tearing at the seams of his essence, unmaking him to remake him on the earthly plane where his sacrifice of souls awaited.

(he'd been merciful - as beautiful as fresh blood looked, streaked across marble floors and spattered prettily upon the rotting stone of the faces of angelic statues, he allowed for the victims to keep their blood and organs within their bodies.)

he'd been since burning with curiosity as to who had pulled off such a feat-- only to find out it had been helplessly accidental, a child playing with a stick of dynamite.

(how titillatingly fun!)

the demon canted his crowned head, slender talons curling around his chin in thought as he mused and studied his latest summoner with a whetted predatory gaze, as if to pick him apart morsel by delicious morsel.

(could he be his type?)

"hm, looks like you didn't properly read the label though. it takes a rather large sacrifice to summon someone like me, you know ? oh, but don't you worry about the mess, my dear."

he made a vaguely sweeping gesture towards the remains of slaughter, unable to restrain a gleeful hoot before schooling his expression into one of fabricated sympathy for the musician's unfortunate (or perhaps fortunate, depending on the prince's mood) plight.

"I assure you they barely suffered --well, at least compared to what they will experience once they've descended to hell. now.."

he clasped his taloned hands, shifting his mien into an amiably lighthearted one without warning, as if he were simply switching between theatrical masks.

"--onto business. what can this old owl do for you, my dear fellow ? "

[mafiafled]

@apprehensivities  ╱  starter  call.

“  actually,  did  you  know  that  the  phantom  of  the  opera  title  song  is  prerecorded?  ”  moxxie  can't  keep  his  voice  level,  he's  just  thrilled  to  be  able  to  talk  about  it.  “  christine  hits  the  highest  note  in  the  entire  show  at  the  end  of  it…  so  it's  prerecorded  to  help  prevent  voice  strain.  also,  during  the  title  song  when  you  see  them  descending  to  the  lair?  it's  not  actually  the  leads,  it's  body  doubles.  ”  a  deep  breath,  and  a  nervous  chuckle.  “  sorry,  shit,  i  could  go  on  forever…  i'll  stop,  i  promise.  ”

[xamassed]

⟬ @apprehensivities ⟭

"Woah, that's a huge case." It wasn't his first time witnessing someone lugging around an instruments, but it always amazed him that people willingly ( sometimes even happily ) did it. "What'cha got in there? It doesn't look guitar-shaped or anything."

[strebcr]

"That says the bibble."

"I know, I also hid a confetti stink bomb in it! I'm gonna swap this out with the Bible old man Gregor has. That old cogger nearly dumped boiling water on me, so fair is fair!"

[damnedrainbows]

❛ you never cared about me, so why now? ❜ // For Alastor!

“I don’t care about many people, that’s why,” was the simple, aloof and yet somehow chipper answer. “And on a personal level…I still don’t!” he chirped merrily, a hand patting the poor soul’s head. “However, I am the host of the hotel, and it would be quite lacking of my duties if I didn’t at last feign concern for one of our guests. So I’ll ask again…what’s bothering you, my dear?”

[triple-moon-rp]

“Touch that and I will hit you with a spoon.”

Lua pouts, "I wasn't going to." She says that, but she was reaching for it unconsciously. "What even is it, anyway?"

[cxffeeshxp]

@apprehensivities

"In a fight, right?"

{{ L }} " ... "

[oars]

[wormspoodle]

doodle of the guy bc its fiddleford friday AND valentines day and i have no valentines art

[wolfythewitch]

Given that you're the de facto person who comes to mind when the Odyssey is mentioned...thought you should know Christopher Nolan is doing an adaptation

I'm just kind of giggling about it to be honest. Like Nolan is great I'm sure, I've heard lots about his movies. But the idea of Tom Holland possibly being like Telemachus or something (god forbid Odysseus) is so funny. Who's playing Odysseus here? Matt Damon? Robert Pattinson?? I think Pattinson should be able to do whatever he wants

[tanatola]

pathologic 3 announcement made me return to the classic game and finally play it properly! i think my favorite part of the bachelor's route is when he talks to maria kaina (or whoever's in her body at the time) and they explain that their planned Utopia isn’t even supposed to be a 'perfect' place but instead 'the mystical manifestation of a world inscrutable and inaccessible to men' going back to the original meaning of the word irl and instead of despairing Daniil fervently agrees that this kind of unimaginable leap is worth it, no matter where it actually leads

[dimensionzero]

now that he's managed to dodge all his canon event trauma I think pavitr should get a running joke where he's just immune to spider-man luck

[xamassed]

⟬ @apprehensivities ⟭

" it's my bad attitude that keeps me young. " | to taishiro!

A deep, hearty laugh left the massive hero. He couldn't fault the young man for being honest. These days, it felt like a right of passage to be loud and abrasive. Taishiro wouldn't argue with him, and neither would be attempt to guide him with a heavy hand.

"It's all well and good lookin' young, but it's gonna come and bite ya later. No one's gonna believe ya when ya say you're past your thirties once ya reach that milestone. I might'a had it a little easier. Ain't thirty yet, but my size kind'a helps me out."

[jokuvainart]

My surrealist art pieces

In order:

"Transparency of self"

"Parallel"

"Sinut"

"Flow of expression"

These ones differ a bit from the others but also have surrealist elements

"Memory"

"I'm still here, where you left me"

"Our antique sky"

My series "Apprehension"

"Exigency"

"Aconitum"

"Preponderant"

[damnedrainbows]

“How did you not notice?!” // For Niffty!

The young maid blinked as her gloved fingers grazed to her forehead, where there was a sizeable gash, likely gotten from when she had the zoomies in the lobby. She thought she felt and heard a dull ringing after smacking her head. “Ohhhhh, that’s why I feel dizzy!”