#the vibes are immaculate is what i'm trying to get across

[sionisjaune]

A short Nico/Jenson ficlet for @penaltyboxboxbox's girlcedes ballet AU... the last image made me insane...

Afterwards, he always asks about Lewis. The sweat on Nico’s back hasn’t even begun to dry, and her knees ache from riding his cock, and her back aches from practice, and he flops on his back, slides one of his disgusting cigs from the crumpled pack on his dresser and asks about her, absently scratching the scruffy hair on his chest. 

“She’s fine,” says Nico. Today, Toto announced that Lewis had made prima after stringing them both along for weeks. Everyone knew he would pick Lewis in the end, just like everyone knew that Lewis really was prima material, even with her tattoos and her piercings and her muscled quads and thick torso. 

Jenson sucks on his cigarette for a moment and then turns his head to the side to exhale in the direction of the window. Nico wishes he would blow smoke in her face, if only so that she could have something to yell at him for. 

“She still remember me?” says Jenson, wrapping his lips around the cigarette for another drag. “Wouldn’t kill her to come around…” 

Nico rolls her eyes and climbs off of Jenson’s lap to hunt around for her panties. Jenson must have tossed them somewhere in his pigsty of a room sometime after he stuck his hand down her jeans. Eventually, she finds them dangling from the bedpost, beside Jenson’s foot. She tugs them on only to discover that they’ve ripped along the seam where elastic meets delicate lace. Monstrous, soul-sucking rage swells in her chest and bursts like a party balloon before it can become anything real. Instead of ripping her own hair out of her head, she locates Jenson’s boxers and lobs them at his face.

“What would you even do?” Nico says. 

“Huh?” says Jenson, lighting another cigarette. He cups his hand around the end to shield the flame from the draught gusting in through the window. 

“If she came around. What would you do?” Nico crosses her arms, but it only serves to draw Jenson’s attention to her tits. When his eyes widen, she swallows and purses her lips to keep the bile down. 

“Dunno,” says Jenson, folding one wiry arm behind his head. “There used to be a band. We were Mick Laren. You, know like the—” 

“I know,” says Nico.

“Then we were Downforce. And then Lewis and the Mechanics.” Jenson chortles. Nico is going to be sick. She scoops one of Jenson’s dirty shirts off the floor—an embarrassing band tee going threadbare at the collar—and pulls it on over her head. She tiptoes back to Jenson’s bed and slides back in beside him because she has nowhere else to go, really. Jenson folds his arm around her and pulls her into his chest. At least he’s good for keeping her warm. Nico slides her leg over his while he puffs on his cigarette.

“Give me that,” Nico snaps. Jenson hands her the cigarette obligingly, and Nico plucks it from his hand with two fingers. It’s too short to hold onto properly, but it feels good on the way down, stinging her throat and curling poisonously inside her lungs. Toto would fucking kill her if he saw. She hands the butt back to Jenson, and he squishes it out on the nightstand.

“You can’t even fucking sing,” Nico sighs. 

“Sure I can,” says Jenson, pinching her in the side. “You wanna hear what I’m working on?”

“No,” says Nico, into his chest. 

“Some girlfriend you are,” says Jenson.

“Not your girlfriend,” says Nico. 

Jenson snorts. “Tell that to the panty collection in my underwear drawer.” 

“They’re probably not even mine,” says Nico. “Slag.” 

Jenson kisses the top of her head and tosses the sheet over her body. She might as well stay the night, now. The alarm clock on the nightstand reads 2 AM in forbidding analog digits. Waking up to whatever shit breakfast Jenson cooks up is marginally better than waiting pantless on the street corner for a cab. God only knows where her jeans ended up.

“Sweet dreams, princess,” says Jenson. Nico squeezes her eyes shut tight.

[224bbaker]

I came here to ask if there was even a small chance of Hampton one day being canonically aroace because his vibes are immaculate and hearing him flourish as the live in bestie made my year, only to then get the dopamine hit of my dreams when I saw your pinned character bios. keep doing what you're doing for forever please 🧡🤍💙

Thank you so much for sending in this ask! It's a question we get fairly often and we're always happy to answer.

First of all, speaking for the entire production team, as far as we've always been concerned, Hampton is aroace. That's been the intention since the beginning of production and that has never changed--we wrote him that way, Jeremy (his fantastic voice actor) plays him that way, it's in our show bible, etc. We try as much as possible to make this explicit in how he views the world/relationships (his supportive disinterest in his friends' sexual/romantic lives, the fact that he misses those cues when they come in externally, James and Madge knowing instinctively to loop him in when it happens) without him saying "I'm aroace," which is modern terminology he frankly just...wouldn't have in the Victorian era.

It's always tricky in period pieces, making identities that really we've only come to have labels for in our lifetimes explicit. James and Madge are relatively easy to "canonize" romance/sexuality-wise, because they're rather forthright with that part of their lives and are in (and out) of relationships. Madge doesn't have to say "I'm a lesbian" because her exclusive pursuit of women and disinterest in men seems to make that clear enough. Hampton is similar in our minds, though the context clues are just a little subtler to get across.

All that to say, there will be more references to it in season 2, and he is aroace. I think if you went back in a time machine and gave him the term, he'd be like "Oh yes, that's me. Anyway, back to the murder you witnessed, please." I don't think he spends a ton of his life thinking about it, or having any particular angst around it. It's a part of him, it's something he just is.

All that typing, and I'm not sure if that answered your question re: "canon." If you're asking if Hampton will ever say "aromantic" or "asexual," probably not because Victorian era. But if you're asking if the show will ever delve into that side of him a bit more, probably yes!

[misc-obeyme]

YEAHHH JOIN THE SOLOMAMS TRAIN !! I am here to ramble, they make me crazy. I'm brainrotting so hard about coffee shop AU. Vibrating with ideas.

I never thought about Mammon owning the cafe, but hell that would be so cool!! Okay, okay, here's my thoughts. Mammon owns the cafe and works there, and also has an apartment directly above it (trying to decide WHY he owns it, maybe took over from Lucifer?? Bought the cheap building impulsively bc apartment, deciding it was a problem for future him to decide what he'd make out of the lower space).

People go mostly for him because the vibes are immaculate, everyone always leaves in a better mood. The college campus down the block has a rumor that if you buy a coffee, leave a good tip (specifically dollar coins or two dollar bills), and have an exam the next day, you'll always get a passing grade no matter what. Mammon works overtime during midterms and finals, business is booming.

Solomon is a college student (need to decide on a major) and comes at the exact same time every weekday morning, buying a danish (sometimes strawberry, sometimes ham and cheese) and a coffee before class, except on Wednesdays because he doesn't have classes. Mammon knows his order by heart after a month, but pretends to ask him what he wants while literally typing it into the kiosk. Mammon will squint at him, somehow knowing which danish he'll choose that day before Solomon utters a word. "Ahaha, why do you ask when you already have a danish boxed up?" "Who says that's for you, eh? I don't know everyone's order around here." "Not everyone. You're right. Just mine :]" "O-OI, SHUT UP BEFORE I CHARGE YA EXTRA!"

If I'm including my mc, I'm definitely working at a record shop a block down the street (my dream job)!! Records, CD's, small music sheet collection, buying services (trading and hunting down records is available for repeat customers, AHEM, Lucifer and Solomon.) Took over from the old owner because I visited so much as a teen, was hired as soon as I was old enough, and took over at say 22 ish.

HEAR ME OUT, Solomon who still uses a walkman. I think it'd be nice. He visits the store occasionally after class to browse, getting lost in the CD's. I'm imagining him having a massive collection, and having some rare items. He once showed up with a copy of something I had only ever dreamed of owning (once saw it secondhand for $800, he also had other stuff with him), and I almost jumped across the counter when he said he was looking to sell or trade for credit. "You look like you're simultaneously about to faint or attack me." "I can't decide which to do."

Lucifer loves collecting records, so he visits a lot, and uses it as an excuse to check up on Mammon (won't admit it). There's a collection of records kept up front that are deemed 'cursed' because they always skip the first track (Lucifer will buy one every month). Lucifer became a regular after I accidentally came across a rare first press edition of a record online and presented it to him because he mentioned it was a dream to own. He brought me a coffee and a croissant from his brother's coffee shop the next day to show his gratitude, mentioning it wasn't too far either.

Suddenly I'm visiting the cafe the next day, waking up early to have time before opening up shop. Almost die trying to order, because Lucifer did not mention his brother was hot. Successfully get my hands on another croissant, and a sandwich that was recommended. I don't visit every day, but when I do, it's always at the same time. Mammon grumbled something about trying to have my order ready before I got there, only for me to not show up some days. "N-Not that it means anything! I'm just tryin' to be more efficient!" "Well, I'm sorry I don't always wake up early! Getting out of bed is hard. If I had your number, I'd text you saying I was on my way, y'know?" "Y-YOU'RE ASKING FOR MY NUMBER?" "WAIT WHAT, N-NO, I MEAN- well.. actually, that wouldn't be... so bad? F-FORGET I SAID ANYTHING IF THAT'S WEIRD, UM, UH, SORRY, CAN I PAY NOW?" "... It's on the house. And uh, look inside the cup sleeve whenever you leave."

HELP I NEVER MEAN FOR MY ASKS TO GET THIS LONG, I JUST CAN'T STOP RAMBLING. The fact this isn't even everything, this is just the backstory. The lore, if you will. There is a plot !! Everything is connected.

- ✨ anon

✨ anon, tell me you're writing this story. This sounds exactly like what I do when I'm brainstorming a story before I write it.

And it's so good!!! I love every part of this!! I mean, okay, you don't have to write it if you don't want to obviously lol but I think it'd turn out really good if you did!!

I mean, you have fully converted me to the solomams train now, I'm so invested!!

I love Lucifer's role in all this and I LOVE that you work at the record shop down the street!!

Definitely living for the poly vibes, I wanna see what happens when you and Solomon show up at the same time. Poor Mammon might just have a whole heart attack about it!

Anyway, I love this. Please feel free to tell me more. I love coffee shop AUs so so much.

[lokimobius]

Seven Sentence Sunday

it's that time again, folks! i was tagged hours ago by @elodiah, who lives in the future.

i'm FINALLY getting back into this fic!!!! i'm currently in the "just get everything out on to the page and change it once you know the vibe" stage of writing. but i'd like to finish it soon!

also, this is nine sentences. screw the title!

“Hey, look at you go,” Mobius said, strolling back with another bucket full of water. “It’s amazing! How are you working so fast?” Mobius’ eyes were wide in astonishment as he placed the bucket down and bent down to admire Loki’s work. Loki watched as he trailed his fingers across the immaculately sculpted battlements. “I’m a god, Mobius, and a very smart one at that.” Mobius hummed, reaching out towards Loki’s head and patting him gently, “Very smart, indeed.” Even though he was boiling from the sun's rays, he shivered under the weight of Mobius hand. There was something about Mobius’ touch that made time feel like it slowed down. If he weren’t so used to the feeling of time flowing through him, one might assume he was using magic in these moments. It was, however, only his mind subconsciously trying to stay in the moment for as long as possible. There was no magic needed when it came to Mobius.

no pressure tags to: @thosegayoldmen @impulsemuppet @kcscribbler @in-my-loki-feels

@loki-is-my-kink-awakening @silentxsymphony @devilbearingtrouble @andthekitchensinkao3

and anyone else that reads this!!! i'm tagging you!!! pls share what you're working on with me!!!

[undiscovered-horizon]

I’m planning on getting a small tattoo of the word Endless on my arm (mainly for the sandman lol) and I was wondering what you think Morpheus’ reaction would be seeing it on me after I got it for him? (I think he’d be obsessed/fluffy and I want to see this scenario so bad). PS. If you decide to write this thank you so much!!!

[MASTERLIST] | [Sandman-inspired playlist]

A/N: This has immaculate dark!Morpheus vibes, so I'm going to stick with that. On a side note: I've scarcely updated lately but I'm making the most of my break before the next term starts.

The tattoo feels itchy. You move around your arm a bit trying to ease the uncomfortable feeling. It doesn’t work as well as you’d like it to. Maybe putting on more Tattoo Goo will help but that is going to have to wait.

“I’ve got something to show you,” you announce cheerfully. Morpheus raises his eyebrows curiously. If he did notice your strange fidgeting, for some reason he is unwilling to mention it, yet.

You pull up your sleeve and his eyes hungrily glide across the now-bare skin. The typewriter-like letters spelling ‘Endless’ are easy to overlook if one isn’t specifically looking for them. It’s similar to a tag on a piece of clothing: silently informing the onlookers about the garment’s proper owner.

Studying his focused expression, you can’t quite tell what impression the surprise made on him. As an entity unbound to one corporeal form, does he even understand what it means to a person to get a tattoo? An uncomfortable tension appears in your abdomen, growing in strength with each second Morpheus stares at your arm without saying anything. “Do you like it?” you ask hesitantly.

Of course, he likes the tattoo - it’s as if you were branded as his property like a sigil burned on a crate of goods. Whatever creature will lay its eyes on you from this day forward - deity, human or anything in between - shall know that there is someone else, something else, constantly looking over your shoulder; whatever they do against or for you, they do it for or against something much bigger and sinister in its nature.

He can’t quite name the sensation residing in his viscera - excitement? Blossoming malice? In any case, it made his old, weary bones burn. Yes, there was an inexplicable, yet-to-be-named frenzy being born in the dark abyss of his soul (if the Endless even have a soul, that is). Wherever life leads you, even if you get horribly lost and leave him for another hairless ape, Morpheus’s name will still stain your skin - he’s going to remain part of you forever. Like devouts wear symbols of their god around their neck, you’re wearing your proclamation of subjection to him. What makes Morpheus even happier is that it can not be undone: you have sacrificed yourself on the altar of the only god that has ever loved you and he is much too fond of your immolation to ever give it up. For the first time in his too-long life, the object of his desire can not free themself from him. Not really.

What a strange world, where loyal dogs put on their own collars and leashes.

“I think I do,” he answers after a moment of silence.

[isekai-crow]

Delicious in Dungeon / Dungeon Meshi Episode 1

WOW the pacing on this is great. That was my first major impression of this entire episode.

Overall Score so far: 8/10

Dungeon Meshi hits several sweet spots for things I like in a manga/anime - cooking and well drawn food, and fantasy and dungeons. But I never took the time to try out the manga. Maybe the art didn't stick out for me? I tried reading it before the anime came out, just to get a feel for it, but it couldn't keep my attention.

The anime however.

Episode 1 handled all of what I could get through in the manga, and ITS. SO. CUTE.

The food is gorgeously drawn, the characters are adorable, the D&D vibes are immaculate, and the monsters and the food they become are fascinating!

I've only given it an 8/10 because it remains to be seen just how many hooks this might snag in my heart if what I've overheard about the manga being 'soul healing' is true.

The first think I can tell is that this is from a slightly older manga, with Marcille being a very classic/traditional tsundere (and/or possibly tsukomi character?). She is the tsundere type that future tsunderes were based off, and so TO ME she's both somewhat annoying and also more bearable than today's tsunderes.

Sorry Marcille.

I actually didn't like her all that much in the parts I read of the manga, and while her reactions are realistic and serve a purpose to counter balance Laios' nonchalant ability to eat the monsters that try to kill them, her reactions also annoyed me. The 1st anime episode made them much more bearable, and I grew to like her! I hope future episodes do her justice and that she's not delegated solely to being the one to dig in her heels when they eat something new.

Laios is adorable and just really really really wants to share his special interest with his friends, and I love him. He is a cinnamon roll that most be protected but can probably protect himself. I love that he has a cookbook and has just been WAITING to try out some of these recipes.

Chilchuk is Liam O'Brien from Critical Role and you can't tell me otherwise. Specifically his halfling character, Orym of the Air Ashari, with a bit of Vax'ildan thrown in for good measure. I'm excited to explore his story.

Senshi is goals. I wanna but a tough old dwarf roaming a dungeon for food.

I know it will likely get compared with what Capybara and I jokingly call "The Amazon Anime" -- Campfire Cooking in Another World -- and that will always hold a special place in my heart because I stumbled across the light novel when the manga only had about 2 or 3 chapters scanlated online, and never in a million years thought it would get an anime. Where as this is a big name manga that's been running since 2014 and finished last year in September 2023.

They're both cooking animes that deal with fantasy food, but Campfire Cooking is an isekai and all the animation budget went into making the food look D E L I C I O U S, and Dungeon Meshi is going to be far more well rounded story even while being a gag anime.

It's also got some fun Voice Actors!!

Laios, our hungry knight is voiced by Kumagai, Kentarou, who mostly plays supporting roles in a few popular anime and lots of smaller animes, but has spent most of his career voicing BL Drama CDs >o>

Marcille, our elven mage and tsundere, is voiced by Senbongi, Sayaka - Shuna from TenSura, Mumei from Kabaneri, and Haru from Beastars!

Chilcuk, our cute little halfling rogue, is voiced by Tomari, Asuna who, I IMMEDIATELY HEARD GOBUTA FROM TENSURA. She also play Kyou Souma from Fruits Basket. She has a very cute voice.

Senshi, our fearless dwarf, is voiced by Naka, Hiroshi who is best know as Garp from One Piece, Luffy's Grandpa, as well as Gamabunta, Naruto's giant frog.

Anyways, I'm excited for the next episode! Episode 1 was a good introductory episode, with cooking, hunting, and laying out their goals for the coming journey.

ep2 ep3 ep4 ep5 ep6 <- these will eventually become links, I hope.

[variousqueerthings]

so ok, having finished rodeo, a movie I've been excited to watch for over a year, lotta thoughts

definitely worth the wait for me

the ideas explored in this movie are so very very complex, it's almost difficult to fit plot around them and yet it does so pretty immaculately

my biggest downside i think would be that it had space for a longer runtime. there were definitely bits that were rushed and the ending seemed to come... not out of nowhere, but faster than i think it needed to. some of the character dynamics (especially mr crime boss) felt a little underbaked

but. BUT: it doesn't really matter to me so much for several reasons - the story trajectory was fucking solid (I saw some people say not enough happened/that it was purely a vibes-based film, which was odd to me. i thought this film careened forward plotwise, it was very easy to see the direction it was going in, it wasn't trying to trick us or slow us down to get there) - the acting was great across the board. read that they were non-actors, and that naturalism really did come across, but i also don't think there was awkwardness or a lack of direction in the acting that can sometimes come from working with non-actors. probably because they were in their element - obviously, especially the lead -- can't tell if she's a non-actor or a newcomer, but either way she was amazing. every time a movie creates a female character who is SO SO off-putting and abrasive and angry and unwilling to give an inch an angel gets its wings, and she really commits, but also i thought she was incredibly vulnerable, it was simply that the language for who she is is completely impossible to access so what has she got left as a girl-who-may-not-be-a-girl from a rough estate, multi-ethnic, desperate to access a macho environment? like. of course she's got her hackles up near-constantly - the haunting???? THE HAUNTING?????? THIS WAS A GHOST STORY???????? HELLO????????????? what if you were a girl-who-was-an-incorrect-girl-who-wanted-to-be-like-a-boy-but-mainly-you-wanted-to-go-fast! and this man who helped you start getting your wings haunted/possessed you and you knew the only thing that mattered was being on the bike, that moment when you're going as fast as you can, that's who you really are, and you get it via the ghost of this dead man who comes to you in your dreams and claws his way inside you and gives you sage advice (and is also stunningly beautiful) - the gender, obviously. the overlap of trans/non/agender/dyke-gender/boy/boi/girl-not-girl coming-of-age explorations in there and the thing is, the beautiful beautiful thing is... i was expecting this film to go in the direction of "ah yea, and then she discovers her innate womanhood via this straight romance clearly being established between her and this guy" OR later on "she discovers her innate lesbian womanhood via this romance possibly being established between her and this woman" and neither of these things happen!!!!!!!! - this movie is for the aroaces, is what I'm saying. the triple-a's even. heck possibly the pentagon a's tbh: she's giving us aro, ace, aplatonic, afamilial, agender, she's giving us "all that Matters is the bike, stealing them, riding them, cleaning them up, going fast" she even sleeps with the bike at one point (literally sleeps, not sexually), that's who she is! - for the objectums too i just realised. the bike is the most important relationship here - and all of that Lack Of Romance that gets established is kind of at the heart of untangling a lot of her gender as well. she never does have a traditional coming-of-age, because to her all that mattered was getting to ride bikes, getting to steal those bikes, being the baddest bikerider, becoming something mythological and she did that! - so the ending is probably not for everyone, but i did see it as a positive. she wasn't in it "to be accepted" in the end (that was her first need, but really it was a means, and while she did take the kindness and give it back at times, esp to the wife, and i think one can read it as subtextual lesbianism, i do think there are textual moments to suggest she feels mostly sorry for her and her solution is: BIKES!!! like she wants to get her away from her husband, and she likes her kid, but it's not necessarily about getting her to herself, it's about offering freedom), she was in it to ride bikes forever and she does get that - fucking. it's a ghost story!!!! about asphalt pirates!!!!!!!! it invokes cowboys and pirates and highway men!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

so in the end ok yeah, maybe the movie is a little bit about The Vibes, but I'd say more about The Themes and i can imagine a lot of people are seeing setups and expecting certain directions and feeling let down when that's not what the movie does. i did that at one point, specifically related to either having a heist go wrong or the crime boss guy acting out, and neither of these really happen, she's like. very good at what she does, consistently, and the only thing that goes wrong, every time, is that her innate being -- her Otherness (she calls herself Unknown arghhh) -- gets her into trouble with the guys (later just one guy who can't let go) who cannot square that with their reality of how the world Should Be, which is very very interesting. the plot doesn't come for her, her own hubris doesn't come for her, it's simply that Who She Is is threatening

but also that "Who She Is" is never totally spelled out -- it could be dykery, gender (which is also dykery in many ways), aroness, and really it's a mix of all of these because these things overlap in a multitude of ways (AND the movie definitely lends deliberate credence to all of them -- at one point someone disputes that she's "a tranny," at another point she's playing house with a married woman for a day and is warned away from her, at a third point a guy asks her if she "has a pussy" it's all "wrong gender/sexuality/relationship-structures")

which is. very very queer of this film

anyway. so. queer asphalt pirate haunting. but not as a series of tropes, if you expect tropes you will be disappointed. as an exploration and a kiss towards subculture and a feminist coming-of-age that's not about love for once

also this as double-feature with titane, although i wouldn't call this eroticism of the machine, because crucially julie in this film does not want to fuck anything or anyone, she just wants to be spiritually connected to a motorbike forever, unlike ofc alexia, who is consistently very very horny for the cars/trucks

spiritualism of the machine, if you will

[melkintoyou]

friend 😌🤲🏼 i am not into feet at all but i love the idea of teasing mark sitting across from you under a table whether it be like at a dinner in public or even just at the dorms around other members who have no idea how much he’s struggling to keep his cool but he doesn’t want you to stop either!! 🥺

oh my gosh. so imagine being in a friendship group with mark and you both end up kissing. not being comfortable with telling your friends yet, you decide to keep it a secret. until the secret turns into a thrill of getting caught which gets you both off just from the though of it. it would be a hot day where you and your friends would hang out at a park. football, skating, music and weed. the vibes would be immaculate. it would be evening time when everyone would decide to go get something to eat. at the restaurant, mark would try to run and get a seat next to you but haechan would beat him to it. he would have to settle to sit opposite you in frustration. now everyone is catching joke and conversations are flowing as the wine comes out and everyone starts drinking. your and mark's interactions turn from subtle glances and smiles to him gazing at you every now and then. you kick his shin from the under the table to get him to snap out of it. "YO" he jumps up at the sting from your foot to his skin. "you good bro?" johnny asks, laughing at his reaction. "yeah uhh just almost dropped my fork" mark laughs trying to play off your bratty behaviour. "oooookay weirdo.." you chime in, making everyone laugh but then going back to their conversations. this is when you have a light bulb moment.

you slowly slip off your right shoe and run your foot up and down his calf ever so gently, making his body stiff. "mark, can you pour me some more wine please?" you ask with innocent eyes and he struggles to keep a straight face. pouring wine into your glass, he looks right into your eyes, trying to hold eye contact. until you move your foot further up into his inner thigh, slowly caressing him over his sweats. mark almost drops the bottle as you very light graze his dick before swiftly going back to his thigh. now, evidently growing hard, he puts the bottle down and pulls out his phone. a mess.

*buzz*

Mark 19:45 pm keep playing with me and watch what happens. Y/N 19:45 pm ew why you so obsessed with me Mark 19:46 pm i'm gonna fuck this attitude outta you. watch. Y/N 19:46 pm oh i can't wait :) love to see you try. you tease him further and he pokes his tongue to his cheek to display his annoyance. you zone back into the conversation about how everyone's doing at university and you take this opportunity to fuck with him even more. "oh yeah mark, how did your presentation go? what was it about again?" you smile at him, as everyone's attention is now directed to the boy, slowly starting to look flushed from the wine and your antics. "umm yeah aha" he scratches the back of his head, and you continue to move you foot up and down his leg. "to be honest, it went well. i have been very.. uhh focused.. yeah focused.." he looks to you and loses his train of thought. he looks down and laughs to himself, raising a couple eyebrows. "yo mark's been acting weird all night. when did you become such a light weight? chenle pokes fun at mark. mark starts to feel cornered by his desperation for your touch but the pressure to do this without getting caught. the thrill of it all making him so hard that his head is now spinning and breath a little heavy. "whatever man i'm just tired but uhh, my presentation was on the history of jazz and we had to uhh.." his mind completely empty at your contact with his dick and his sweats being the only barrier between you both. you slowly start to rub him as you watch him intently, leaning in. "yeah? carry on.. what did you talk about?" beads of sweat now forming around his forehead. mark almost whimpers as he catches himself and clears his throat instead. "yeah so uh, i spoke about the trumpet and how emotive it cAn bE" 'FUCK' he thought to himself. his voice cracked. "cAn bE" "cAn bE" " "cAn bE" all the boys take turns copying his slip up like a bunch of parrots as the girls join in and laugh. "hey! hey! guys don't be so mean." you say sweetly, "its okay small baby" the words come out mockingly but mark knows, you meant the pet name. he rests his elbows on the table as he holds his head in defeat before rising up, he clears his throat one last time and grabs your foot and giving it a hard squeeze. "yeah fuck you guys, i thought we were friends" he joins in the joke and everyone laughs. *buzz* Mark 20:01 pm oh you're so going to pay for this.

[scopophobia-polaris]

Sorry if this is overstepping bc using social media as a Social Platform gives me anxiety so bad i will throw up but like. Oh my god, youre such a creative inspiration??? To me??? Like okay ive been following your zelda stuff for a While and just aaaaa its so good. Like. 1) I love your worldbuilding??? So much??? Your version of Hyrule is the only one I've seen that makes me feel like its a real place where people live and that has a breathing ecosystem and folklore and society and I get so excited whenever I get to learn more about it?? And you made me really emotionally invested in OOT which was just a zelda setting I never thought too much about but now Timey is so near and dear to my heart like. Love their immaculate vibes!!

And just. If youll allow me to gush for a second. You're really good?? At comics??? Like you inspire me to try and work on comics myself bc you're just really good at dialogue and general page pacing and your paneling is so fun like. Idk . i just really like comics as a storytelling medium and you do really fun stuff with your panel composition and how you convey your ideas in illustration and i wish??? I was better at describing it but the world youve built and the story youre telling is just so so impressive to me I think its cool as shit. Also ur OCs rock even as somebody who p much just knows them from Memory of Younger Days I think they are very cool and interesting and I wish I could read a bajillion books about them.

Just like. I love your work a ton!!! And wish i was better at social media use and literacy to better convey it but just. Ur a big inspiration for me to work on my own projects and i think youre pretty amazing at what you do! So. Keep up the good work with whatever youre wanting to do, and also sorry if this comes across as weird!!

NO NO NO there is not an overstepping of boundries!!!!! Honestly thank you a whole bunch like 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️ I don't know how to explain but I get very worried all the time that stuff isn't going right and it's nice to know when people do like this....thing???? I'm doing??? And I just like knowing....is that weird? But seriously thank you I don't know how to say this in proper words but, I really do genuinely appreciate what you guys reach our and say such kind things and are just so nice😭‼️ and it gives me a billion warm and fuzzy feelings and It's like ah yeas keep working someone is watching you are wanting to keep working so keep going!!!! Its...it's not over stepping at all and thank you 🥺

[queenlua]

What drinks do you recommend? What's best for just relaxing at home, chilling with friends, hardcore partying, etc.?

relaxing at home: bourbon or white wine. generally bourbon, b/c there's less pressure to Finish The Bottle or anything like that; bourbon is shelf-stable and there for me whether i want a half-shot or, uh, lots of shots

(if someone's with me or it's a very cheap bottle of white wine, i'll tend to opt for the wine)

but yeah Eagle Rare is my fave bourbon; it's bottled close to where i grew up. shame it's gone up so much in price lately but it really strikes the balance between scotch-style subtlety/complexity and bourbon-style still-tasting-good-and-sweet-and-not-like-dirt

partying: if you asked me in college this would've been a vodka-cranberry lmao. i have ascended to the realms of Better Taste now; i'd probably go for a decent rum cocktail if i'm trying to throw back a lot. i mean if i REALLY want to get messed up i can also just throw back rum shooters in the bathroom but. i rarely am in such a situation

in between: they're kinda pricey, but there's a lot to be said for a fancy cocktail bar where the drinks come slowly but are immaculately crafted, the food is cute lil small plates, no one's hurrying you and you can just chat a long time. some of my favorite times with friends have just been shooting the shit in a cozy booth & catching up on shit & trying out that BIZARRE looking cocktail we see across the room because is that a MARSHMALLOW on top??? & oh shit is this place serving ramen, i had no idea, i love ramen & also hey why don't i point at that tiki mug and just ask the bartender to make me something that tastes like that. it's like one of my bougier indulgences but it's legitimately really nice; you always leave buzzed-but-not-drunk, just vibing and feelin good

when budgets have not allowed for said bars then i'd stick with bourbon at home. woodford reserve double oaked or angel's envy is really nice. i have to be careful not to accidentally drink anyone under the table (do NOT try to keep up with my bourbon consumption) but a good bourbon served out in teeny portions with nice glasses can have a similarly good vibe

[nightcall99]

Dreams from 27.1.24

Dream 1: I want to get my nails done. This'll be the first time I've had a proper manicure, save for one other time many years ago. It's never really been my thing but I guess I'm trying to find a distraction. I enter a nail salon. The nail technician gets to work, trimming my cuticles. I tell her about my friend who often gets it done in the fancy Japanese nail-art style, with jewels and charms glued on. She always looks like a princess. I'm just making conversation, I don't actually expect the lady to do a manicure in that style. I had just walked into a local nail salon. You usually have to find people who do that kind of niche art style on places like Instagram.

The lady kind of goes for something similar anyway, without me saying anything. Or maybe she usually does it like this all the time. She paints Maleficent's horns (from Sleeping Beauty) on my thumb nail. I'm surprised, yet very happy with it. I love fairy tales. On my pointer finger, she paints some whimsical-looking strawberries and on the third, a cake design. She is coming up with these on the spot, one by one. I'm so excited that by the end I will have such a unique full set of nails.

When I entered the shop, it had been daylight but now it's the evening. It's dusk. The shop is now empty, basically closed. No one is here except me and this lady. I don't know why she is continuing to work on me without saying anything or why she even took another client on in the first place, if she knew it was going to take this long. She is working on my ring finger, and has already laid down a base colour when I say, Aren't you tired? Didn't you want to go home? She does. She starts to pack up immediately. But I got the feeling she would have kept going if I hadn't said anything. Never would have shown any differently. Or perhaps even known differently. I am going to come back tomorrow to get the rest finished.

I exit the shop and I see my mother across the street. I don't know if she happened to be walking down the street and this is just a coincidence, or if she was waiting for me all along. The two seem to blend together as one. She takes me home. I take a closer look at my nails. They don't look so impressive actually. If I don't focus on them, they look great, but I start to realise that it looks like a child did them. The closer I look, the worse it gets. I don't know if I'm going to go back.

Dream 2: I'm in a shopping mall and I walk into a bookshop. The shopkeeper looks very familiar, in fact it's somebody that I know. It's you, bro. Or some other incarnation of you, I don't know. Auburn hair, pale skin. Very beautiful. You have on the coolest witchy outfit. The whole vibe is immaculate. You're 'there' and that seems to shock me, because everybody else is just nothing. You’re so familiar, the energy I mean. It’s like my energy.

But then I start to get upset. I feel lied to. Once, not long ago, we had planned to meet in person but you never showed up. Made up some excuse. But it seemed like you came to Australia after all, and now I find out you’ve been living in my city this whole time? We could have been friends. It feels like such a lost opportunity, for no reason. But then I realise nothing is as it seems. I knew you must have had your reasons. Life does what it does to us. No decisions are made in isolation. I must have agreed too, that it wasn't time. And if everything is always as it should be, I wonder, why do we meet now at this exact moment?

[miatsai]

update to the sky!

I dropped a mailing letter recently! It has some of my fated lovers playlist in it! Plus a rundown of what I've been doing in my time away from socials, like . . . writing. And more writing. And life stuff. Here's the archive: https://buttondown.email/miatsai/archive/

Speaking of the fated lovers, I went back and reread my nano from last year and I like it. Oh my God, I like it. it needs a lot of work, but still. I think I like the worldbuilding just as much as I like all the sex, because yes, this is a romantasy, but it's also my love letter to government and civics and politics, so there will hopefully be some good Game of Nations-type stuff in there. I'm also flirting with POV; I've got omniscient present, but also third past and maybe, maybe, even second past.

And, really, who can resist reincarnated lovers? I know it's gauche to drop snippets, but I think I'll put a tiny one under the cut. This is nowhere near final, just vomit draft stuff, but the vibes are pretty immaculate, imo.

This is the ending where they live.

That’s what Teya thinks as she lies beside Isi, her eyes closed, careful to put a small pause at each end of her breaths so Isi won’t suspect anything. She repeats it to herself even as she considers the mostly empty glass of water beside the bed and how easily she could break it, drag its transparent fineness across Isi’s neck before the other woman could finish flinching herself awake. Just as easily, Teya could slash that edge down her forearms and join Isi in the spiritual cloud beyond the physical world, waiting for the dual comets to once again light the sky, heralding their return.

The pain wouldn’t even register. It’d be a small thing, a speck against the unfathomable, infinite hollow that would be a life without Isi. Teya can imagine herself doing it: two movements, efficient, fast, driven by the conviction that the only anguish worse than learning your loved one is dead is the knowledge that you delivered the killing blow.

But this is the ending where they live. Isi, too, is thinking this as she reaches out for Teya, her pale, theorem-tattooed arm coming to a rest on Teya’s sun-darkened shoulder. Isi’s apartment is thirty-four stories up, with a big picture window that overlooks the carved dunes of the Sea of Sand bordering the city. The theorem she etched into her left arm speaks of space and time and gravity, of how simple a task it would be for Isi to divert the ground’s pull from Teya so that she could be lifted, how Isi could hold Teya in her arms, then crash through the window, manipulating mathematics so intricate as to be magic to triple their weight and streak swift and final to the ground before Teya can call the wind spirits to her and fly.

Teya opens her eyes and turns her head to face Isi. She skims her fingertips across Isi’s skin, following the line of her arm to her shoulder, then her collarbone, then to the thin, single-link hoviren chain on which a coin of skyglass is strung. Teya takes the coin between her fingers, watching as the glass brightens from space-black to azure. She remembers it: the old magic and how Isi wielded it so many lifetimes ago, reborn each time with her like a breath upon an ember.

“We live,” Isi whispers. Her chest aches. “The stars have seen it.”

Once a diviner, always a diviner. Teya returns the coin to Isi, pressing it against her skin, where it darkens to a star-speckled black. “I want you to be right.”

Isi threads her fingers through Teya’s, squeezing hard enough for it to hurt, bone meeting bone. “The sun is almost above the horizon. If we don’t get a call in the next five minutes . . .” She doesn’t have to finish the sentence. Teya already knows: Peace will have been brokered. Teya won’t be called to the front lines to be a hammer for Onorria. Isi won’t become the Farundian anvil Teya will strike, over and over and over again until they’re both ruined and left to try again in the next life. Until they lie beside each other, much like the way they are now, eyes locked on eyes, watching the other’s life gutter and fade.

“Five minutes.” Teya doesn’t disguise the hope in her voice. She brings her hand, still entwined with Isi’s, to her lips, and kisses their knuckles. “Watch the sun rise with me.”

As they did thousands of years ago, at the turn of the new year, sitting in the doorway of their tent as the river of stars that swept away the Cloud grew thick and drew the Mare, her head tossing, toward the heavens. As they have done in all their lifetimes since, each time waiting for the signal that spells their mutual doom.

[judeswhore]

No but imagine, Mason getting jealous and slipping one of his rings (probably the pinky one) onto her finger as a show of, 'she's mine, back off' and then him kissing it. I'm sorry the Prince vibes are immaculate in that picture.

Stormy.

i whacked this out 4 u before i leave so i’m sorry in advance but mase and rings >>>

his ring - mason mount

Mason eyed you from across the room, he was settled into a chair in front of the windows, frown etched between his brows despite the fact he was supposed to be enjoying his photoshoot. And he had been enjoying it, right up until one of the reporters had slid up to you, far too close for comfort and had started talking your ear off, leaning further into you with every passing moment. You were laughing at whatever he was saying and Mason’s stomach twisted uneasily, that little pit of jealous starting to form.

The photographer caught his grimace when the reporters hand grazed your elbow and her own face twisted into a frown, not quite understanding where his sudden discomfort had come from. She lowered the camera as Mason tugged a little too harshly at the cuff of his overly expensive suit jacket.

“Is there something wrong, Mr Mount?” Mason’s gaze snapped from your form just as you looked over and he instead focused on the woman in front of him, blinking a few times as though to clear his head. He gave a jolt of his head and then rolled his shoulders ever so slightly.

“Yeah, fine, sorry.” He heard your laughter, that soft musical sound that he loved so much and he couldn’t help but let his eyes find you again. You were leant against the wall and the reporter was standing at your side and Mason knew that look he was giving you well enough, he’d seen it on countless other men when they struck up a conversation with you. He realised rather belatedly that the photographer had said his name again and his cheeks flushed a soft pink colour as he met her eyes again. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

“I said why don’t we take a break? I think we have enough photos for the time being, you can grab a coffee and straighten your head before your interview. It must all be very overwhelming for you.” Mason just smiled and mumbled a quiet thanks because of only she knew he wasn’t overwhelmed by today but rather slightly pissed for that someone was trying to come on to you while he was in the room. He gave another soft thank you and then lifted himself from the seat, straightening out his pant legs and fixing the collar of his shirt, internally debating whether or not he should go to you. He didn’t have to think for long however because the second you noticed he was free you were excusing yourself without even a second glance back at the reporter and making your way over to him.

Your entire face was lit with a smile, crinkles by your eyes and Mason’s jealousy subsided ever so slightly because that smile was reserved just for him and it was him you were looking at like he hung the moon. Your gaze did a slow sweep of his suit clad body, lingering a few seconds on his hands which were still busy fixing his collar and he could see in your expression just how much you liked the outfit. Your smile seemed to grow even wider when you stopped in front of him.

“Hi, handsome, coffee break?”

“Yeah, we got enough photos so she said to take a break before doing my interview.” Mason let his eyes slip from yours and to the reporter who was still leaning against the wall watching the two of you, gaze glued to you rather than Mason.

“Bet the photos are gonna look great, you look incredibly fucking hot, Mase. I wasn’t aware I needed to see you in a suit so bad but oh my God I think this image is gonna be branded behind my eyelids forever.” You suddenly frowned when you realised he wasn’t even paying attention and peered over your shoulder to see what had taken his focus. “What’s wrong?”

“He has a thing for you.” Was all he mumbled, tugging again at the cuffs of his jacket and your frowned even more, batting his hands away before he ruined the material.

“So?”

“So he’s staring at your arse right now.” You raised your eyebrows, lips tilting into a little grin.

“That’s okay, I’ve been staring at your arse all morning.” Your words made him gave a soft little laugh, head shaking ever so slightly as he tried to focus on you and not on the man who was still most definitely checking you out. You slid your hands along his jaw and brought him in for a quick kiss, thumbs grazing his cheeks.

“He was definitely coming on to you the whole time you were over there.”

“How do you know he wasn’t gossiping with me about how you look like sex incarnate?”

“Was he?”

“No, he was talking about how rude some people he interviews can be.” You kissed him again, soft and sweet, knowing exactly how jealous Mason could get sometimes, even over the smallest of things.

“And that was funny was it?”

“He did have some funny stories. Look at me, stop getting yourself worked up about him. I’m here with you aren’t I? I’m watching you and I’m going home with you and you’re the one who’s got a surprise waiting for you as soon as we’re alone.” Your lip quirked in a smirk and you lifted on to your tip toes, mouth brushing his ear as he shivered against you. “I want you to keep the blazer and the tie on when you fuck me later.”

“You can’t be saying things like that in a room full of people, Y/N.”

“Just making sure you know exactly where my thoughts where at when you thought I was basking in Jerry over there telling me his life story.” You settled back down and Mason tucked your hair behind your ear, fingers ghosting over the curve of your jaw. “You really do look beautiful y’know, best dressed by miles, wait till your fans get a hold of these photos.”

“Think you can handle the competition?”

“I’m not as jealous as you are.” Mason just rolled his eyes and then leant in to kiss you, fuller than before, the careful swipe of his tongue over yours making your tummy flutter. With his lips slanting over yours, he started fiddling with the little gold ring on his pinky, sliding it back over his knuckle with little effort. Your hands were against his chest and he gently took hold of your right one, slipping the the ring onto your middle finger as you pulled away.

Your gaze flickered down to the little piece of jewellery he’d been wearing, the same piece you’d been admiring since he’d put it on and your heart skipped unhealthily in your chest, a giddy smile forming on your lips as you both looked down at it. “What’s this for?” Mason brushed his thumb over it and then lifted your hand to his lips, kissing the ring and your finger gently before kissing each of your knuckles, his mouth quirking into a smile.

Bent slightly like that he looked regal and the backdrop of the city through the window behind him only added to the illusion. Mason was gorgeous and there was absolutely nothing that would rival the way you felt about him. He looked at you through his lashes and a hundred and one different thoughts all crowder your head at once; about how much you loved him, how you wanted to kiss him into next week, how you wanted him to take you home and have his way with you, how you were certain no one had ever looked at you the way he was in the moment. Like you weren’t standing in the middle of a room full of people and it was just the two of you. His lips and his eyes held a promise and you knew deep down the gesture of the ring was something a lot more meaningful to him than just to ease the sudden bout of jealousy. It certainly meant more to you.

“So everyone in this room knows without a doubt you’re my girl. Y’know if the overt staring and drooling on your part wasn’t obvious enough.”

[kara-is-a-cutie]

Hi there 💕 I just want to say I really admire what you do. I'm trying to get to a place where I have as much love and appreciation for my body as you do, and you're a real inspiration. I've never seen someone with a body like mine share love for their body before I came across your page. I've started checking in most days just for the vibes (for they are immaculate). I never share original things on my blog but one day I'd like to be in a place where I can do what you do with love. Thank you Kara ❤️✨

Aw this is so sweet, thank you!