#luring queue

[luring-lurkers-and-radio-hosts]

Dark pastel Ethan Morgan aesthetic moodboard.

[tiddygame]

ghostsoaproach dynamic where it’s soap and the two stray cats he lured in with heating pads, kind hands, and a soft bed

ghostsoaproach dynamic where it’s ghost and roach with the dude they both stand in front of menacingly glaring at anyone who gets too close and biting whoever they’re told

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

Killer: <- filled with violence and a need for treats

[mellypluslina]

the eepers

[corantus]

absolutely self indulgent but i do really Really want to do some sort of characters playing guitar ych soon

commissioner can pick a guitar or send me photos of their actual guitar. can also just ask for like "a green bass with a trans flag sticker on it" and i'll find something

my hesitation is mainly that it's too niche. and i like having Customization Options for ych but dont want to overwhelm ppl with choice

[untherapized-eddie]

maybe i'm back idk

[creepy-girls-do-it-better]

30 Days of Indie 'Horror' (2024)

Day 14: The Luring (2019)

[sanctified-sanctuary]

⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ @lured-into-wonderland ⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ 〝Are you always this straightforward with strangers ?〞 for Cassian {Nunnally 🙴 Cassian}

Cassian regards her with a bemused look, shoulder leaning against the bookcase shelving with an open book in one hand lazily cast aside. Strangers… Does she not recognize him? It has been some time since they last crossed paths but Nunnally hardly seems the type to forget a familiar face.

There's only one way to find out he supposes, 〝I’m always this straightforward in general. Though would you have preferred I not offer any assistance?〞

Cassian had spotted Nunnally after he arrived to the library, a large history and non-fiction focused resource catalogue curtesy of the local university he 〝attended〞 on occasion. He found their considerable selection one of the more interesting of the many places he’s been, though he didn’t anticipate seeing Nun here considering she was rather sheltered last he knew.

Perhaps it was the sheer size of the university and it’s prestigious reputation that allowed her family to approve of this, or maybe Nunnally had come to be in his selfsame situation after all this time.

The reason he came to be speaking with her now a matter of vertical impairment. It seemed a book on one of the upper shelves had caught her interest but there were no step stools or ladders in the immediate vicinity. He watched her from afar for a bit attempting to jump, climb, and knock the shelves before deciding to put his almost unnatural stature to good use.

With nearly a foot difference between the two, him standing at 6’7 without his wings, he grasped the book easily and that was now the one open at his side. Flipping through the pages, there didn’t seem to be anything he would note of importance, 〝what is it about this particular novel that had you nearly scaling the shelves to reach it?〞

Shifting bronze eyes hidden behind gold aviator glasses enchanted to disguise them as a deep warm brown look between the pages and Nunnally. 〝The Nunnally I know had little care for historical affairs.〞

[mythvoiced]

❛ i really appreciate you being so patient with me. ❜

[ for june, from jìhǎi ! ]

@xinxiins | 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

"That's...-"

Half a shake of his head, half a scoff. It's easy to misinterpret it as derision, with the way June turns away, hands propped on his hips, weight shifted in that familiar way athletes seem to be capable of standing in a way that implies otherworldly differences between himself and whoever is struggling to keep up.

But it's not fun, it's not derisive, there's no reason to appear arrogant here, to be in any way proud of the way he's barely breaking a sweat and his chest feels full and vide, while Jìhǎi picks himself up in a way that signals an impending apology and misplaced gratitude.

"You're being ridiculous," June steps closer, wraps a careful hand around Jìhǎi's upper arm and tries to straighten his posture. It's probably more comfortable to stay hunched over when the body demands a break like that, and June is in no position to try and tell Jìhǎi how to deal with whatever had shattered his throat in one of the worst coughs he's ever heard, but he feels responsible for even dragging Jìhǎi jogging in the first place, so...

"Here, try to straighten your back a little," he's gentle, all things considered. A gentle guiding pair of hands- "Should help your lungs, come on." - and a misplaced low-level sternness to his voice that keeps souring his features the more he can't manage to figure out how to drag it back out of his tone.

"Sorry," he adds instead, because it's easier than explaining the grand disaster of snapping at his surroundings because he's unsatisfied with himself, guilty, filled to the brim with uncomfortable energy that makes numbers and letters dance uncomfortably across sheets and the mere act of slowing down and adjusting his pace to Jìhǎi's sound like a punishment from something up above.

He tries for a smile.

"I'm not being patient, I'm... clearly asking too much of you," he takes a step back, hovers as if he expects the earlier coughing fit to just drag Jìhǎi onto the floor. He could probably carry him, honestly. Which isn't a comforting thought.

"Hey, why... why don't you just sit down, I'll check if there's some sort of convenience store or something nearby, I'll get you some water?"

[deiscension]

﹄ ◇ ; @dnangelic left a prayer

i take it you think i'm frightening? // ALSO ONE FROM DARK

      ⌜◈⌟    ▌ ──  "𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮," she retorts, face still burning with embarrassment at the high pitched yelp she'd let out as soon as she'd realized she wasn't alone.

      𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞! Sneaking up on young ladies all on their lonesome in the dark and then saying such eerie things; who in their right mind would do that? Never mind that she had been trying to sneak up on him. It was still a flagrant display of appallingly bad manners. And she at least had plenty of good reasons for skulking about. Whoever (or perhaps more aptly, whatever) he is, she hadn't been able to get a clear reading of him during her initial qi scanning. She also hasn't been able to contact anyone through the communication array for the past hour, and without any means of requesting more information or backup, she had to be cautious. What could he say for himself? She had every intention of asking, but she was going to do so fully face to face.

      𝐈𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐒𝐡𝐢 𝐐𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡. Her breath catches. Wings darker than night itself, each feather a slash of poet's ink. Jinwu. The thought drags her gaze from wings to chest, where she almost expects to find a golden arrow protruding from his ribcage. When she finally meets his gaze, a chill skitters down her spine. Those aren't the eyes of a crow. Neither are they the eyes of a human, god, or ghost. Outside, the wind begins to howl.

      "𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲," she admits, giving a polite nod as if trying to help him save face, "but nothing I haven't seen before. You give yourself too much credit, shuai ge."

     𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐚𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐝. Shadows of tree branches dance across latticed windows. The wan, milky light seeping in past them spotlights various displays and artworks hung upon the opposite wall. The details of each subject have been blurred into a mess of nothingness. "That's far more frightening to me. Someone did something they shouldn't have or touched something they shouldn't have, and now look at this sorry state of affairs. Ugh. And right when I-- wait. Why are you in here, anyway?" She can only think of two reasons a fellow nonhuman would be inside this supposedly cursed estate of an eccentric collector. Her eyes widen. "Forget uncanny-- you're in trouble is what you are!"

[luring-lurkers-and-radio-hosts]

Pastel pink Ethan Morgan aesthetic moodboard.

[midnightmoonbeams]

Longcuff says, "BOOYAH BACK!" bisexual drew old-school Garfield, captioned, "Full of lasagna." Eddy Belly drew a salmonid character, captioned, "I love spending 30k on gacha for a 50% xp ticket." chusday begs players to lure salmonids to the basket. This Japanese player is back, speaking about Mr. Coco: "His stature belies tenderness, along with drip to match that grip. Wonder how much he can bench press..." ivorny is back as well, with some hero inklings!

From October 22nd, 2022 (oftentimes I'll see posts from the previous day appear in my plaza).

If you'd like to join me for some Splatoon 3 fun, you can find me streaming this game on Tuesdays over on my Twitch channel!

[witherns]

      nothing burns quite like the cold [...] the uncanny witchery of its changed trees [...] deep in the forest I stroll to hear the wisdom of winter [...] there's something horribly lonely about a place that's almost home [...] don't forget what I am [...] a withering winter…

      ━━━ @lured-into-wonderland  .  ❛  [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? // [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? for Jakurai!   ❜

      Jakurai often replays his memories of The Dirty Dawgs' heyday — the first time they all felt that electric bond, the unity that rapping together forged. Those days tasted of adventure: learning to rap, his son still by his side, the giddy euphoria of having friends and saving people.

      He revisits moments with Ramuda most of all — when he’d felt truly seen, loved. The dawn of their relationship, nights tangled together, escapades to make out like reckless teenagers in shadowed alleys after battles. But these bright memories inevitably summon the ones Jakurai wishes he could bleach from his mind:

      Yotsutsuji’s coma. Ramuda’s betrayal. The Dirty Dawgs’ collapse. The freefall of grief that followed.

      It all ties to the lie he’s grown accustomed to hearing — not that he likes it, but it’s easier to let it cling to him than to scrape it off. The lie that he’s good, some benevolent saint wandering the earth. People believe it so fervently that Jakurai now wears the mask by reflex, if only to spare himself their earnest repetition of it.

      But the truth?       He knows what he is.

[illicitlifc]

@lured-into-wonderland sent : i wear these clothes as disguise... ⸺ prompted ⸺ accepting ⸺ He be judging... why? cause he thinks it looks silly

"Really? I could hardly tell." Response immediate. Leaving no time for any potential comments to change their response. A hand gesturing to her as he takes time to process what is before him... "For a disguise it seems... Off for some reason."

[eriquin]

@queenofshenanigans's tags #each of Eddie's businesses are designed to attract two employees and two employees only#he's sure he's got the formula this time#no way they can resist the combined allure of sports equipment and musical instruments!

AU where Eddie, a drug dealer who hired two employees to legitimize his drug front, keeps creating new drug fronts because Steve and Robin keep quitting and he likes them.

He’s a franchise now.

Every business on this block is a front to launder money for drugs.

At this point he is a business owner who does drugs on the side, and he still hasn’t got up the nerve to ask Steve out on a date.

[sanctified-sanctuary]

⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ @lured-into-wonderland ⋆♱⋅⟡⋅♱⋆ 〝You look like you've got something to say.〞 (Liam) {Nunnally 🙴 Jekyll}

 The demon stands in the center of the room, gazing at his summoner expectantly. She seems to be of some class, the space he's in now fairly lavish definitely indicative of old money in his experience.

〝Well? Don't keep a hound waiting love, what can I do for you?〞

 Being summoned certainly wasn't on his agenda today but Jekyll can't complain either, it's been some time since he's performed his services for anyone besides Hunter. Besides, his current master so-to-speak was easy on the eyes and who was he to turn away a young woman in need?

 Well at least he assumes she is, why else summon a hellhound? Surely it wouldn't be for sexual favors, though that's happened before why not summon an incubus or succubus they're a dime a dozen really, and he's no infernal prince able to grant eternal youth or wisdom or riches. Hounds specialize in the dirty work side of contracts, and when he hears the call of a noble lady he can't help but think she must be in dire straights.

 While he's no prince or incubus he isn't ugly either, quite the opposite. Standing before Nunnally is a man around 6'2", human enough if not for the tall sharp animalistic ears atop his head and large dark tail swaying behind him, both of which seem to emit a blackened smoke with ashes as they go further from his person. In fact, all of him seems to emit this smoke and ash mixture and it was what he apparated out of upon her completion of the ritual.

 Focused on her alone are blazing bright yellow eyes and darkened sclera, pupil's razor thin. 〝You look like you've got something to say.〞