#jean pons

[philoursmars]

Marseille. Musée Cantini : une expo de Jean Pons, artiste marseillais des années 60 : "J'aurai la peau des choses" . Ici ce qu'il nommait ses assemblages, entre surréalisme et art brut..

"Les boîtes aux lettres - ou - Le Fil Noir"

"Sporting Club"

"Métro Fantôme"

id. que 1

id. que 2

id. que 3

[thursdaymurderbub]

Screenland magazine, January 1936

[genevieveetguy]

Dessert for Constance (Un dessert pour Constance), Sarah Maldoror (1981)

[cyber444angel]

i love how the cliché of straight ppl not being able to read someone gets validated every time i go outside,,, bro,,, some basic straight girls called me barbie as an insult,,, like,,, girl,,, come on,,,,,

[kaiidith]

Actually, the only way I can imagine Picard having sex is if he were beholden to some inexorable biological mating cycle.

Picard: It has to do with French biology.

Riker: You mean the biology of the French?

Controversial, perhaps.

[famousdeaths]

Jean-Louis Pons was a French astronomer. Despite humble beginnings and being self-taught, he went on to become the greatest visual comet discoverer of all time:...

Link: Jean-Louis Pons

[movienized-com]

Vincent doit mourir

Vincent doit mourir (2023) #StephanCastang #KarimLeklou #VimalaPons #FrancoisChattot #JeanRemiChaize #UlysseGenevrey Mehr auf:

Vincent Must DieJahr: 2023 Genre: Comedy / Drama / Fantasy Regie: Stéphan Castang Hauptrollen: Karim Leklou, Vimala Pons, François Chattot, Jean-Rémi Chaize, Ulysse Genevrey, Karoline Rose Sun, Emmanuel Vérité, Sébastien Chabane, Benoît Lambert, Léna Dia, Pierre Maillet, Michaël Perez, Anne-Gaëlle Jourdain … Filmbeschreibung: Unbekannte Menschen beginnen plötzlich Vincent anzugreifen, mit der…

[corroded-hellfire]

Gimme A Break - Eddie Munson x Reader

An As You Wish Story

Collaboration with my beloved @munson-blurbs

Summary: A trip to the grocery store has you running into some familiar faces--and one not so friendly.

Note: Let Brittany bashing commence!

Warnings: talk of body image

Words: 2k

[As You Wish masterlist]

In your opinion, there’s no such concept as a bad time for soup. The dead of winter, the stifling heat of summer—it’s all good. 

The fall weather that’s rolled into Hawkins has inspired you to try your hand at making some from scratch, bringing you to Bradley’s Big Buy on a Sunday afternoon. You’re inspecting a bag of carrots for freshness and tossing them in the cart haphazardly when you feel a sudden thump against your leg. 

“Wha—” you start, ready to confront whoever was careless enough to ram into you. Your scowl immediately softens when you see the two smiling faces looking up at you. “Oh, hi boys!”

Luke, unsurprisingly, is the one who ran into you at full speed. Ryan is a few paces behind his bull-in-a-china-shop brother, but his expression is equally happy. 

You crouch down to give each of them a hug. The way they both wrap their arms around you radiates love’s warmth, and it melts your heart. 

“Are you buying anything good?” you ask, knowing they’ll be wholly unimpressed with your basket full of vegetables. 

Luke nods vigorously. “CHICKEN NUGGETS!” He bellows, drawing irate glares from nearby shoppers. “Daddy has a cool-pon.”

“It’s coupon,” Ryan says with a gentle roll of his eyes. 

You’re still stuck on the mention of their dad. Eddie’s here? And you don’t have on a lick of makeup—of course. 

“Where is Daddy?” you ask, looking up and down the aisle in the unlikely event that you missed him. 

“He’s uh…” Luke trails off, scrunching his nose as he searches for his dad. Carly Simon’s “You’re So Vain” crinkles over the PA system after being interrupted by a call for assistance in the frozen food department as Brittany appears at the end of the aisle.

An irritated voice calls out from the end of the aisle. “What’s taking you two so—oh. You’re here.” Brittany crosses her arms over her chest, huffing out an impatient sigh when she spots you. 

Luke pipes up, still attached to your leg. “We can’t find the asper-, uh, aparag, the um…”

“Asparagus,” Brittany corrects him as if the five-year-old should be able to pronounce words perfectly by this age.

“Oh,” you say, turning to exactly where you know the asparagus is. “Here you go.”

Ryan gladly takes it from you with a grin. Huh, maybe there is a Munson who shares your affinity for veggies. It certainly isn’t Luke—or Eddie, for that matter. 

“You’re the best!” he says cheerfully, placing it in the cart that Brittany’s been pushing.

“Boys.” It almost sounds like she’s admonishing them for being kind to you. She looks at you with unkind eyes. “Maybe you should work here instead of for us,” she says, trying to play it off as a joke, but you can tell there’s some underlying threat. 

Luke is not amused by this, his little fingers digging into your leg as he clutches onto your jeans even tighter. “No! She has to be our babysitter forever and ever!” He pouts, eyes welling up with tears at the mere mention of you leaving. 

“Maybe not forever,” Ryan points out, always the practical one, “because one day we’ll be grown-ups with our own kids—”

“And then she can babysit them!” Luke declares, proud of his idea, loosening his grip on you. 

Brittany shakes her head, immediately eschewing the notion. “C’mon, let’s get going,” she says tersely. “Dad’s gonna be wondering where we are.” The cruel curl of her lip serves as a painful reminder of what’s hers; more specifically, what isn’t yours. 

As if on cue, Eddie meanders out from a nearby aisle, a canister of quick oats tucked under his arm. He’s wearing gray sweatpants that lay low on his hips and leave little to the imagination. Somehow on this brisk autumn day you have sweat beading along the back of your neck as you take him in.

“You’re So Vain” fades out on the speakers above, only to start playing the infectious opening notes of “Uptown Girl” by Billy Joel.

“Britt, I couldn’t find the old-fashioned kind, but will this—oh, hey,” Eddie says, stopping in his tracks to acknowledge you. “You here to make sure these gremlins don’t lock themselves in the ice cream freezer?”

Luke grins, lets go of your leg, and takes your hand proudly in his as if it was somehow all his doing that you’re here in the grocery store the same time as they are. 

“Hi,” you greet before realizing you have a dopey smile on your face. “Uh, yeah. And it seems like I got here just in time. This one here almost had the lid off a rocky road before I caught him.” You shake Luke’s small hand in your own for emphasis and the boy wrinkles his nose up at you, the spitting image of his father.

Eddie chuckles and goes to respond, but his wife cuts him off.

“I guess those oats will work,” she says as she takes the canister from him—or snatches it, more like. “Come on, we didn’t even get to the dairy section yet.”

“Or,” Luke ventures, his hand gripping yours tighter in the chill air of the produce section, “we could get a cow in the backyard and get our milk that way.”

Eddie chuckles. “Hard pass, little man. We had to bring in reinforcement just to handle you and your brother.” He looks over and winks at you. 

It takes all of your strength and will power not to immediately vomit right then and there at the wink. Such a simple gesture from this man has you ready to lose all control of your body. 

Brittany huffs, clearly annoyed at the interaction. How dare anyone be having a conversation in her presence that doesn’t revolve around her? 

“Well, we need to keep shopping.” Brittany turns on her heel, spotting a red bag of fun-size KitKats in her husband’s other hand. “And put that back. The last thing you need is more junk food.” Her eyes flit down to his stomach, which has softened with time and a steady diet of pretzels and Mountain Dew.

The tips of Eddie’s ears turn pink, and he tries to hide them behind his curls. He clears his throat, the whole time avoiding your eyes, and tosses the KitKat bag onto an empty spot of a nearby shelf. He’s clearly embarrassed, but you’re seeing red. Fury scorches you from the inside out and it’s so potent that it might just dry up some of the vegetables around you. There have been many times in the past where you’ve wanted to tell Brittany off, but this one takes the cake. The callous yet truthful words rest on the tip of your tongue, but you know it would only make the mess bigger for everyone involved. You don’t want to add any extra stress for Eddie. Brittany is the one who should be embarrassed for treating her husband that way, not Eddie. That man is drop dead gorgeous and he still would be if he inhaled a bag of those KitKats every single day. 

Leave it to Luke to break the tension that he wasn’t even aware of was surrounding them all on this produce aisle. The young boy spies a can of spinach on the shelf and snatches it up, staring at it with wide eyes.

“Will this make me strong like Popeye?!”

“Sure, sweetie,” Brittany says, not paying any attention to her youngest son whatsoever. 

Brittany turns and heads towards the end of the aisle, no goodbye to you, no saying where she’s going, just leaving and assuming the guys will follow behind her. 

“We’ll see you tomorrow after school, right?” Ryan asks, bouncing excitedly on the balls of his feet.

“I’ll be there,” you assure him, booping the tip of his nose. He gives you a quick, strong hug around your middle.

Luke, still holding on to the can of spinach, blows you an overdramatic kiss which you pretend to almost drop into a bed of lettuce. The little boy giggles and it’s one of the best sounds you’ve ever heard. 

Eddie takes a step closer to you, still feeling the sting of embarrassment, and speaks in a soft voice. “We, uh, should get going.” Eddie clears his throat. It kills you to see how Brittany zaps the life out of him. “I’ll—we’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“I’ll be there,” you promise once again. 

Eddie offers you a small smile before turning to his sons. 

“All right, come on. Let’s catch on up to Mom.”

The boys don’t look too enthused about that, and it warms your heart that they’d rather stay here and hangout with you. 

“Bye guys,” you say, waving to all three of them as they head down the aisle.

Once they’re gone you heave a heavy sigh. Being in Brittany’s presence for two minutes was exhausting enough, you have no idea how those three manage to live with her.

You try to refocus on your shopping, however impossible that might seem now. When you’re checking over the items you already have and look back up at the shelves, you spot the red KitKat bag that Eddie had wanted to buy. There’s no hesitation at all to pick it up and add it to your pile of groceries.

The Munson car isn’t hard to spot as you step out into the parking lot of the store. You see it almost every day and the gorgeous, familiar looking man loading groceries into the trunk is also a huge indicator. 

Not surprisingly, Brittany is in the car while Eddie does all the work. The boys are in the backseat and from what you can make out of their silhouettes, they’re arguing with one another. They’re kids, they’d probably be more of a hindrance than help to Eddie. But Brittany could at least be doing something. 

Steeling your nerves, you take a deep breath and head over to him. 

“Eddie?”

His head whips around. “Hey,” he says with a small smile. “Everything okay?”

“Mhm,” you nod, summoning all of your courage and handing him the candy. “You left these on the shelf.” You try to play it off casually, but the slight tremble in your voice gives your nervousness away. 

He starts to take them but pulls back. “I probably shouldn’t,” he mumbles, shoving his hand into his pocket. “Britt’s been on me to lose the ‘dad weight’ for a while.”

You shake your head, mostly to keep from opening your mouth and saying something about his wife that you’ll regret.

“I think you look good,” you say. “Um, like, you don’t need to lose any weight.” You’re perfect the way you are, you ache to tell him, but you shouldn’t. You can’t. 

Eddie senses that you have words unspoken, but he doesn’t press further. “Well, um, thanks.” He takes the bag and opens it, grabbing two before giving it back to you. “Can’t get caught,” he explains with a laugh. 

You grin at him, an idea already taking form. “I’ll bring one each day I babysit. Sneak it in like contraband.”

“As long as the boys don’t find it first,” Eddie chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest. “The last thing they need is more sugar.”

You agree with a laugh. “Deal.”

Eddie tucks the KitKats into his jacket pocket. 

“Thank you, by the way,” he says softly. 

“No problem. Just some candy,” you shrug. 

He shakes his head. “No, it…” he trails off. “Just…thank you.”

You smile as he ducks into the driver’s seat, and you walk back to your own car. As you pack up the back with your groceries, you mentally calculate how long this bag of KitKats will last if you bring Eddie one every day that you work. You purse your lips as you slam the trunk closed.

“That’s not nearly long enough for my liking,” you mumble to yourself as you slip into the driver’s seat.

Once you put the key in the ignition, the car rumbles to life and the purr of the engine sounds like it’s coming from your brain as it churns out an idea. 

You smile to yourself and shift your car into gear.

“Guess I’ll just have to buy some more bags of candy.”

[tzuuuuuu-u]

Drunk In You

G!p Momo x fem!reader MDNI!

Warnings: Slightly drunk Momo, g!p, smut, unprotected sex, swearing, dick sucking, aggression

You’ve been best friends with her since high school and continued sticking by each other’s side. You both often go out to parties together, with Momo always getting drunk. You carefully led her to your car, helping her get in the passengers seat. You buckle her seatbelt and hop in the driver’s seat, now driving off. She rest her head on your shoulder, with a small blush appearing on your face. “Do ya think I can stay at your house againnn??” Momo slurs her words as she leans more onto you, with her glasses low on the bridge of her nose. “Of course, but you’d have to sleep on the couch or my room this time.” You respond looking at her. Her eyes were tired looking, making her look more sexy, and her hair was a slight mess too. Momo nodded then sitting up to look at you. She leaned forward, looking right into your eyes, and passionately kissed your lips. “Pull over.” She said in a flirty tone, with a smirk on her face. You look at her for a moment, then noticing the bulge on the pants, making you pull over.

Momo pulled down her baggy jeans along with her boxers, revealing her 9-inch veiny cock. “Suck.” Her words made a shiver go down your spine, as you leaned down and gently put your tongue on her cock. You swirled your tongue around the tip and slowly taking it in, as she groans slightly. You feel her hand grab onto your hair, bobbing your head up and down as you gagged on her dick. She pulls out just in time and cums all over your face. You pull down your skirt and panties, revealing your fully wet pussy. “All wet for me, slut?” She grinned at the slight of it. “All for you.” You got on her lap, slowly taking in her cock as you moan and whimper. “Fuck… you’re taking me so good.” You let out a loud moan and slowly ride her. Momo looks at you in satisfaction and lifts up your shirt, pulling up your bra. She takes one of you nipples into her mouth sucking on it gently as you whimper more. “I’m gonna cum…” “Cum for me, baby.” She starts moving her hips rapidly, almost making you reach your climax. Your orgasm washes over you, as she also cums, slowly pulling out. “Should we continue at home?”

[philoursmars]

Marseille. Musée Cantini : une expo de Jean Pons, artiste marseillais des années 60 : "J'aurai la peau des choses" . Ici ce qu'il nommait ses assemblages, entre surréalisme et art brut..

'L'heure du thé"

"Il me regarde - ou - Gros jouet nocturne"

"La pêche au ballotin"

enveloppes décorées

[zyafics]

Here at Gigi’s suggestion to ask you for music recs for this fic I can’t get through pls 😌👉👈

for context it’s fluffy and smutty and I desperately need a soundtrack to get me in the mindset

@itneverendshere

I AM DYINGGGG 😭😭😭 gigi knowing my music taste is superior? iktr 🙂‍↕️BUT OKAY OKAY BUT I GOT U BABY I SWEAR MY ENTIRE LIFE WAS LEADING UP TO THIS!! 🤭

Sacrifice by Jessie Reyez, Black Atlass

Apartment by BOBI ANDONOV

Acquainted in The Weeknd

off the table by Ariana Grande, The Weeknd

Feel It by Jacquees, Lloyd, Rich Homie Quan

Next To You by Bryson Tiller

Eleven by Khalid, Summer Walker

Coffee by Miguel

Naked by MALIA

Infrunami by Steve Lacy

Lock by Jess Connelly

My Luv by RINI, Bibi Bourelly

One Of The Girls by The Weeknd, JENNIE, Lily Rose Depp

JEANS by Jessie Reyez, Miguel

Fall In Love by Marshmello, Brent Faiyaz

Win Pon You by Doja Cat

ALL Mine by Brent Faiyaz

those are mostly rnb because i feel like smutty + fluff works with them (and it helps me, personally, get into the mood) but if you wanna do more pop-based, i have a playlist called falling in love with your best friend which lowkey stimulates the feeling?

the playlist!

anyways, i HOPE it helps, i know my music is all over the place and not everyone vibes with it <3

[genevieveetguy]

Vincent Must Die (Vincent doit mourir), Stéphan Castang (2023)

[josefavomjaaga]

Soult's childhood

Some snippets from Anarchasis Combes's "Histoire anecdotique de Jean-de-dieu Soult" that was written by a local historian of the Tarn region after Soult's death and seems to be based much on family lore:

Brigitte de Grenier understood this perfectly, she who, without having read Rousseau, nursed her children; she who brought them up like those of the poor, sending them with the latter to gather dead wood in the nearby forests, or to collect the dung from the teamster's horses on the newly opened road between Saint-Pons and Mazamet. In this way, she gave them the vigorous constitution they were to enjoy throughout their lives, in the course of the most arduous careers, and, for most of them, right up to the end of an extremely old age. Jean-de-Dieu Soult, her eldest son, appreciated it better than anyone. He even liked to recall the beginnings of an education based on hard work. Thus, more than forty years later, in his salon, surrounded by high-ranking personalities, when he wanted to figure out the date of the death of an inhabitant of Saint-Amans, he said: It must have been some time before the Revolution; for I remember that one day, returning from the woods, I was amusing myself with the other children of the village by crossing and climbing the grave destined to receive him. On another occasion, when he was in Castres, going out to pay a visit, someone who was helping him to put on his coat, which was braided at the collar and full of embroidery, said to him: "It's very heavy, and it must be tiring for you." - "Just bear in mind," replied the Marshal, "that my shoulders started out carrying bundles of wood."

I also dare say that the kids were not very superstitious, playing hide and seek in open graves...

[strawberry-1011]

Luca POV.

Muevo mi mano detrás de su cabeza, mis dedos se enredan en su cabello. Acercándola más hasta que nuestras respiraciones se mezclan, mis ojos mantienen los suyos aprisionados.

A la mierda con esto, si no podemos admitir nuestros verdaderos sentimientos el uno al otro, le mostraré lo que significa para mí.

Posesivamente reclamo su boca en un beso exigente, deseando que se entregue al amor que siente por mí. Mi lengua azota la suya, mis dientes jalan su labio inferior hasta que está hinchado.

Mariya deja escapar un gemido y devoro el sonido mientras los latidos de mi corazón se aceleran hasta que martillan en mi pecho. Suelto su cabello y envuelvo mi brazo bueno a su alrededor, la levanto, giro y la empujo sobre la cama.

Ignorando el dolor en mi brazo izquierdo, empujo la bolsa de primeros auxilios y todo lo demás de las sábanas y me arrastro sobre Mariya.

Cuando la miro fijamente, el deseo en sus ojos tiene un vínculo directo con mi polla dura como la mierda.

―Cristo, desearía que supieras lo que me haces ―murmuro antes de tomar su boca de nuevo.

Empujo sus piernas para abrirlas y coloco mi pelvis entre sus muslos, el beso se vuelve salvaje.

Cuando empujo contra ella, nuestra ropa me frustra muchísimo, y ella gime:

―No podemos.

―A la mierda con que no podemos ―me quejo, besando su cuello, y mis dientes mordisqueando su suave piel.

Ella deja escapar un suspiro adorable, con sus manos entrelazándose en mi cabello.

―Estoy en mi periodo.

Levanto la cabeza y la inmovilizo con una mirada inquebrantable.

―No me importa.

Cuando bajo la cabeza y muerdo su pezón a través de su blusa de seda, ella gime:

―Jesús, Luca.

Agarro la tela sedosa y la levanto. Mis ojos se deleitan con su piel cremosa y la hinchazón de sus pechos que sobresalen de los bordes del sujetador de encaje.

―Te quiero ahora ―demando mientras le desabrocho el sostén y lo tiro a un lado.

Mierda, sus pechos son del tamaño perfecto como si estuvieran hechos para mí. Los palmeo en mis manos y los masajeo con la urgencia que siento por estar enterrado dentro de ella.

―Cristo, eres hermosa ―gimo antes de chupar un pezón en mi boca.

Me doy un festín con los pechos de Mariya como un hombre hambriento, mis manos exploran su delgada cintura y caderas antes de desabrochar sus jeans y tirar de ellos junto con sus bragas de encaje por sus piernas.

―¡Espera! ―Mariya se apresura a sentarse mientras tiro su ropa al suelo―. En serio, estoy en mi período. Esto tendrá que esperar una semana.

Me desabrocho el cinturón, y cuando el cuero se desliza entre los lazos, niego lentamente con la cabeza.

―He esperado años por esto. No esperaré ni un segundo más.

La confusión se mezcla con el deseo en su rostro hasta que empujo mis pantalones de vestir y los calzoncillos por mis piernas.

Los ojos de Mariya arden sobre mi cuerpo, y me da la oportunidad de asimilar la perfección del suyo.

―Mierda, soy un bastardo con suerte ―murmuro, totalmente asombrado por su belleza.

―Buen Dios, Luca ―respira, con sus ojos pegados a mi polla.

Cuando coloco mi rodilla en la cama, Mariya se aleja rápidamente y dice:

―Solo dame un minuto.

Se lanza al baño y pasa un tiempo ahí antes de salir con una toalla de baño grande. La extiende sobre las sábanas antes de mirarme con torpeza.

―Pon tu trasero sexy en la cama ―le ordeno.

Todavía se está subiendo cuando alcanzo su trasero y la jalo hacia mí para poder morderle una nalga.

―Luca ―exclama, sonando sorprendida y excitada.

La empujo sobre su estómago y la beso y lamo todo el camino desde su trasero hasta su hombro derecho, donde las palabras Niña de papá están tatuadas en letras cursivas.

Su papá no tiene idea de lo que estoy a punto de hacerle a su niña.

Volteando a Mariya sobre su espalda, apoyo mis manos a cada lado de su cabeza y miro hacia abajo a su exquisito rostro que está sonrojado por el deseo.

Bajo la cabeza y mordisqueo tiernamente sus labios mientras empujo sus piernas para abrirlas. Acostado encima de ella, gimo por lo increíble que se siente tenerla desnuda debajo de mí.

―Mierda, he esperado tanto ―murmuro antes de profundizar el beso.

Con cada centímetro de mi piel tocando la suya, enmarco su rostro con mis manos y la mantengo en su lugar mientras follo su boca con mi lengua.

Años. Malditos años.

Finalmente, haré mía a Mariya en todos los jodidos sentidos.

Chosen by a Sinner, de Michelle Heard.

[beardeddetectivepaper]

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[s-talking]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ;;

what does your muse smell like?  the  wild  poppies.  a  bitter-sweet   &   almond-like  scent. 

what do your muse’s hands feel like? soft   &   elegant  yet  also  very  cold  to  the  touch.  whenever  he  caresses,  the  long  fingers  feel  almost  like  wintry  petals  though  should  he  grab  you  instead,  such  gentleness  can  quickly  turn  into  sharp  ice;     the  black  nails  tearing  into  soft  flesh  with  relative  ease.

what does your muse usually eat in a day? ( main verse )  envy  is  pretty  fond  of  kimchi  soups,  mainly  for  breakfast.  should  the  entity  not  push  him  towards  human  flesh,  expect  the  kitchen  to  smell  like   brewing  veggies   &   seafood  in  the  morning.

does your muse have a good singing voice? envy  doesn’t  sing.  he  only  hums  on  occasion,  but  it’s  a  nice  voice  nonetheless.  a  rather  low,  soft,   &   sultry  tone.

does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks? whenever  emotions  happen  to  kick  in   &   envy  harbors  any  ill-intent,  ( mainly  in  regards  to  sadism  or  violence )  his  fingers  will  involuntarily  convulse,  often  going  as  far  as  injuring  own  palms  with  nails  or  leaving  heavy  marks  ‘pon  surfaces  they  just  so  happen  to  be  resting  on.

what does your muse usually look like / wear? ( main verse )  envy  prefers  the  overall  dark   &   obscuring  clothing,  but  also  the  kind  that  won’t  restrict  movement  too  much.  as  such,  he  is  currently  sporting  a  black  turtleneck,  black  jeans,  an  over-sized  black  jacket,  suspenders  ( for  the  weapon, )   &   biker  boots  that  look  like  they’ve  seen  much  better  days. 

is your muse affectionate? how much? how so? affection,  above  all,  is   difficult   to  describe.  having  been  born  with  an  eldritch  curse  that  latches  not  only  to  your  body   &   mind,  but  also  the  soul,  envy  hardly  experiences  any  forms  of  genuine  emotion  unless  it  is  something  truly  brief   &   fleeting,  but,  on  the  flip-side,  that  doesn’t  mean  he  is  completely  blind  to  it  either.  for  example,  min-jun  ──   before  forsaking  his  name  ──  was  once  upon  a  time  a  very  loved  person,   &   such  kind  words   &   gestures,  have  indeed  integrated  themselves  deep  into  his  mind.  so  much  so,  he  can  often  remember  them  with  surgical-sharpness,  ( along  with  the  date,  hour,   place  &  any  other  ridiculous  detail )  because  even  without  stable  feelings,  he  always  places  mental  value  onto  each  &  every  person  met,  especially  their  actions.  now,  should  he  actually   feel   something...   that’s  a  whole  another  story.  after  all,  getting  to  finally  experience  any  form  of  raw  emotion  is  basically  like  settling  a  gas-station  on  fire;     he   will   erupt.   he  will  blow  things  out  of  proportion  &  depending  on  your  relationship  with  him,  such  may  either  sweep  you  completely  off  your  feet....  or  you’ll  be  begging  for  him  stop.  most  particularly  in  matters  of  affection.  you  see,  envy  isn’t  the  type  of  man  to  plead  for  love  so  if  you  somehow  manage  to  survive  his  twisted  ways,  &  better  yet,  become  the  little  apple  of  his  eye,  he  will  chase  after  you  like  no  other  human  ever  will.  this  can  be  most  endearing,  romantic,  even,  but  also  downright  haunting.

what position does your muse sleep in? typically  on  his  back,  with  an  arm  beneath  the  pillow.  that  is  the  way  he’d  sleep  in  new  eden...   until  they’ve  moved  him  to  a  coffin-sized  chamber.

could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room? depends.  envy  is  a  semi-mute   &   terribly  cryptic  by  nature,  more  often  than  not  wishing  to  remain  silent  since  physical  actions  are  preferred,  though,  if  he  does  eventually  speak,  it’s  quite  difficult  to  catch  his  words  in  most  conversations  due  to  being  so  soft-spoken  or  just  outright  mumbling  words  beneath  his  breath.  god  forbid  if  there’s  any  loud  background  noise  while  at  it,  as  you’re  bound  to  lean  closer  or  ask  to  speak  up...  neither  of  which  are  good  for  you. 

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