#luring queue

[luring-lurkers-and-radio-hosts]

Dark pastel Ethan Morgan aesthetic moodboard.

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

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

[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

[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 𝐰𝐢𝐭�� 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!"

[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!

[spring-lxcked]

@revvnant asked: ❝ ‘ i see what’s happening here. you’re bored. you want a little attention. : / ’ ❞ ( outlast rp meme )

The only visible reaction was a slight tilt of the head, bright, mechanical eyes locked on Michael through the glass. It took another shift of his head, the suit's jaw falling open with a dry crack, to reveal the decayed corpse beneath. He shifted on his feet, a word finally rasping from him: "Michael." All of this effort, just say: "You still haven't inherited. . . my sense of humor."

Here he would turn his head to look to the end of the hall, the corner. "You can't keep me out forever." He was already making his way, each heavy step taking him along the length of the window. "You look worse for wear," he continued, heavier than before. He wasn't even looking at Michael. "Let your dear father put you out of your misery."

[moonmoonthecrabking]

helen of troy i know what you are

[luring-lurkers-and-radio-hosts]

Pastel pink Ethan Morgan aesthetic moodboard.

[solarpunkani]

oh right one final note of the house pest saga.

I would like to emphasize that my family isn't currently having problems with spiders and roaches invading the house. Genuinely haven't seen a roach in the house in at least two months, and a spider... think last time I saw a spider large enough to be scary was like a year ago, maybe? Though I rarely see tiny ones, even.

My house isn't infested with anything. HOWEVER. The mosquitoes and house flies are getting real goddamn annoying and seem to have a knack of flying into the house whenever we open the door to let my dog out into the backyard. Even then, I'm not living in a mosquitoey haze as I type this out.

"Ani why are you clarifying this" I dunno just felt the need to.

[telperinquaar]

:O

MY ASS!!!!!

[frightesa]

carrie wondered what it felt like to feel clean. to not have the weight of her sins press into her chest. if there could be a lightness to living that she had been missing out on all this time. after years of wandering away from chamberlain it was lockjaw where she had ended up. she doesn't know what to say to atticus, the person who seemed to hold power in this small town. despite being similar ages it was clear that the boy was older somehow. carrie had been on the fringes of the large group, intrigued by how it felt to be a part of something that looked so warm.

"are you from here?" she asked after a moment. something about this place doesn't seem like it would be as stifling as chamberlain was. carrie leaned back looking up at the overcast sky. it looked like it could rain at any moment. "everyone seems to care for one another so much." @unbelong / s.c.

[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.〞

[bambi-kinos]

Oh, that was a part of the original painting? Had no idea, that is eerie as fuck.

Did Paul and Robert have an affair or was that just Tara Browne

there is no hard, tangible evidence that paul had an affair with robert fraser or an affair with tara browne – or any man at all, for that matter. 

i do, however, think that robert and paul did share a special connection. over anything else we can speculate, but this, to me, is fact. i will delve deeper into why i think it was special and what exactly i mean by that in a different post, but i think these quotes illustrate a bit:

Robert represented to me freedom, freedom of speech, of view. [x]

Paul visited Robert’s gallery and would often drop by his flat to see who was there and what was happening. Robert was a superb host; he always mixed the latest drinks, had the best drugs, and a room full of interesting people.Through Robert, Paul entered the world of art; he met Andy Warhol, Claes Oldenburg, Peter Blake and Richard Hamilton and, in the course of listening to their conversations, he learned a great deal about art appreciation.Paul: ‘The most formative influence for me was Robert Fraser. Obviously the other Beatles were very important but the most formative art influence was Robert. I expect people to die so I don’t feel a loss but there’s a vacuum where he used to be.’ [x]

Actually I remember one of the most touching conversations we had was about his mum and dad. I said, ‘My mum died when I was young but I think my dad’s great. He’s a real fine man and I’ve got a lot of respect for him and I’m not ashamed to admit it.’ Feeling slight peer pressure as I did admit it. And he said, ‘Well uh uh uhg. I feel the same way about my mother. I love my parents!’ and we had a little moment where we both admitted we loved our parents, which then was not the kind of thing you did. I don’t think I ever had it with the Beatles, it certainly was not a common thing. [x]

Paul saw a lot of Robert during 1966 and in the period leading up to the release of Sgt. Pepper in 1967.PAUL: The way Robert lived, which became the way I lived for a couple of years and which I now figure for a rather aristocratic way of life, would be that he’d ring early in the day and say, ‘What are we doing for dinner tonight?’ It all hinged round dinner. Once he’d had dinner fixed, then he could fill in the rest of the day. It all worked around the event. Robert generally liked to eat down Chelsea: King’s Road, Fulham Road area. The San Lorenzo, the Trattoria.As well as dinner or hanging out at Mount Street, Paul would often put in an appearance at the gallery. ‘Once I got to know Robert, a nice thing would be going to the gallery and helping install an exhibition. Just sit around and smoke a bit of pot while somebody else was installing the exhibition. Helping. Play a little music for him.’  [x]

In my garden at Cavendish Avenue, which was a 100-year-old house I’d bought, Robert was a frequent visitor.One day he got a hold of a Magritte he thought I’d love. Being Robert, he would just get it and bring it.  I was out in the garden with some friends. I think I was filming Mary Hopkin with a film crew, just getting her to sing live in the garden, with bees and flies buzzing around, high summer. We were in the long grass, very beautiful, very country-like. We were out in the garden and Robert didn’t want to interrupt so when we went back in the big door from the garden to the living room, there on the table he’d just propped up this little Magritte. It was of a green apple. That became the basis of the Apple logo. Across the painting Magritte had written in that beautiful handwriting of his ‘Au Revoir’. And Robert had split.I thought that was the coolest thing anyone’s ever done with me. When I saw it, I just thought: ‘Robert.’ Nobody else could have done that. [x]  

So, some time early in 1966, Paul and Robert flew to Paris. They checked into the Plaza Athenee on the Avenue Montaigne in the heart of haute-couture Paris, one of the most fashionable and snobbish hotels in France. Going on a trip with Robert caused a few comments from Paul’s friends. PAUL: “Because he was gay, it raised a few small-minded eyebrows and funnily enough, one or two of them were from within the Beatles: ‘Hey, man, he’s gay, what you going off to Paris with him for? They’re gonna talk, you know. Tongues are going to wag.’ I said, ‘I know tongues are going to wag, but tough shit.’” [x]

There were many good times in Robert’s flat. Through my Beatle connections I’d hire a 16mm projector for the evening […] and I started off with Wizard of Oz.Robert got into this, wow, and he’d get some art movies. We got a lot of Bruce Connors, showed a lot of that. It was a very exciting period. [x]

Robert’s flat was like a second gallery. He had a lot of Dubuffet around that he was trying to sell. I wasn’t too interested in him. He had a lot of stuff by Paolozzi, and I bought a big chrome sculpture which was called Solo, which was in the big Pop Art exhibition they had about two years ago at the Tate. I just said, ‘What is that, Robert?’ Fantastic. He said, ‘What is it? I don’t know. It’s a mantelpiece, a bit of a car, who knows?’I was very happy with that attitude, not too academic. There was no dour art talk. It was much more razzy, loose, lively discussion with him. [x]

They [Paul and Robert] happened to come to the studio one night and were just on a trip, you know, they were seeing things that weren’t there–seeing colours and seeing things that simply weren’t there. [x]

Robert could play the academic game quite easily, he was very knowledgeable, but I think he found it a bit boring. It wasn’t our scene, being academic. I’ve heard him hold his own with academics, but that wasn’t the buzz. The buzz was more of a mixture, a cross-over with musicians, etc.He turned me on to quite a few things, quite a few artists. We went down once on an impulse to see Takis, the great sculptor who did things with tank aerials with little lights on the end. That sort of thing was great.We’d just turn up at someone’s studio, smoke a bit of pot, sit around and just chat art. [x]

i have a lot more quotes in my tag, if you are interested and want to form your own picture of their relationship.

to me, if we see john as paul’s connection to music, robert was his connection to art.