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taintandviolent · 3 days

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Thrill of the Rush ; James March x reader

summary: Reader is a murderer, coquettish and demure in nature. She brings a man to the Hotel Cortez, and it ends how it always ends for them. The only difference, is that James March is watching her and is enamoured.

word count & w a r n i n g s: 2.6k! | serial killer!reader, graphic descriptions of murder, violence, blood and gore, descriptions of smut, cunnilingus, arousal, kissing/making out.

a/n: requested by anonymous and inspired by Lana Del Rey's Serial Killer song! hopefully this isn't too clunky, or boring in anyway! proofread very briefly, if you see any mistakes, no you didn't.

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Elvis’s voice drifted from your speaker. The hotel room was cool, a stark contrast to the hot LA summer outside. The room itself was outdated in decor and architecture, something that you found charming – you’d chosen it specifically for its gorgeous, untouched art deco style. Stephen protested, saying it was rundown and dingy. You shushed him with a single manicured finger and led him inside, heading straight for the hotel desk.

He was a man. A stupid, hungry man who could only think with one head at a time. So, it didn’t take much for you to get up to the hotel room, and onto the bed. You’d let the strap of your dress fall off your creamy soft shoulder, coaxing him closer to you.

He nuzzled his lips into your breast, tugging softly at the skin. He muttered something into your skin, something grotesque, and you didn’t hear him. You were too busy listening to the thud of your own heartbeat – your own excited little heartbeat. You reached into your purse, which had been laying next to you, to retrieve the knife. It was a beautiful thing; pink pearlescent inlay on the handle, and a long, shimmery silver blade.

Raising it high above his head, your elegant fingers gripped the rosy hilt of your knife, and using all your strength, stabbed it into the side of the man's neck. The blade sliced through his skin like butter, giving no resistance. There was nothing like the sensation of killing – it never failed in making your eyes glisten, a cruel fire burning bright within them. Your chest fluttered with excited little breaths, rushing out over your pouting, pink lips in tiny gusts. The thrill, the rush, it was unlike anything you’d ever experienced – even sex. No man had ever made you feel the way killing him did. You twisted the knife slightly.

In response, he gurgled; a delightful sound that had you giggling. You had angled the knife just right, plunging it deep before yanking it out quickly. The blood spurted out in a warm geyser over your hand, trailing down your wrist in crimson ribbons. His hand flew to his neck, pitifully trying to stop the flowing river. You slapped his hand away softly.

"Pl-please..." He murmured, as his body started to droop away from yours.

You bent over, kissing the man on the forehead. As darling as you had been before, maybe even more so then. “Oh, baby…” you whispered, cloyingly sweet and soft like a summer day. He knew that he was going to die, and the begging was futile. Still, he persisted, wet and coughing between each plea.

You pushed him off of your breast, and more blood squirted out, the arteries pumping it out with each beat of his heart. James' dark pupils widened, watching as you worked. He hadn’t made himself known yet, and wouldn’t until you were finished. Nothing should interrupt this delicious display of cruelty.

“Tell me you love me,” you whispered. “Tell me I’m the sweetest girl you’ve ever seen.” He didn’t. He didn’t say anything else… and he never would again.

“Hmph.” Frustrated, you got off the bed, and smoothed your hands over your hips; the satin of your slip dress was warm and soft and provided no friction.

"Seems you've got yourself between a rock and hard place, my dear."

You spun around. In front of you stood a dashing man, dressed to the nines and resting some of his weight on a cane. He was handsome, but possessed a coldness that drew you in. He wasn't like the others.

"How did you get in here?!"

"The door was..." He turned to look at it, casually. "Open."

"No..." You shook your head, soft curls bouncing. Your tone was coy, knowing. "No, it wasn't."

"Ah," he said, tightening his lips into a sly smile. Had his heart been beating, it would’ve quickened at your darling little response. You were quick; a trait that he enjoyed and very rarely saw.

"He deserved it, you know." You looked at the man on the bed with a disproving sourness in your gaze. His body had slumped over the side of the mattress, blood streamed from the gash in his neck to his hairline, staining it red.

"I don't doubt that." He inhaled, stepping further into your room. "However... The problem remains of what to do with him. I presume you’ve yet to figure that out." His voice had your knees weak, turning the tendons to jell-o every time he spoke. It was so deep and croony, like molasses if it had a voice.

"No," you trilled. "No, but you seem like you do."

"I do," he started. There you went with your quick-witted confidence again. "You see, I have built this hotel to satisfy... my every need and whim, whatever they may be. I have a way to dispose of him for you."

Your hand lifted to your shoulder, your finger winding a lock of hair around it. You pursed your lips, as though you were considering his offer. The truth was, you’d already made up your mind. He was dangerous, unafraid, but interested in you. A refreshing change from the rest of the men that you courted and ultimately killed. Besides, he was right. You had a corpse in the room and were unsure what to do with it, besides leaving it and requesting another room, claiming something trivial like the hot water not working.

"Why are you doing this?" You ask, running your tongue along the bottom of your teeth, before coming to rest in the corner of your mouth. "You don't even know me."

"I don't, my little buttercup, this is fact, but what I do know of you, I crave."

Your knees wobbled. Somehow, he’d captivated you. You were never taken by men; they were useless, dumb playthings that you disposed of as soon as you got bored with them. You were never the one that was wrapped around a finger, it was always the other way around. But something… something about this man and the sick, nasty glimmer in his pitch-black eyes had you shivering.

“James March,” he declared proudly, before offering his hand. You placed your own atop his palm, and he leaned down, pressing his lips softly against your knuckles. Your lips tensed, withholding a whimper.

All at once, he closed in the distance between the two of you. Exactly what you wanted him to do, and without asking. You gasped, looking up into his soulless gaze. “Hold me,” you whispered. “Please.”

With a single nod, he enclosed you in a frighteningly firm grasp. You weren’t going anywhere – not that you wanted to.

“I don’t know what you do… or what you’ve done…” you whispered, feeling light in his arms. He held you like old movie stars held their beloved; arms wrapped passionately around the waist, holding you tight at the hip. James waited, on bated breath, for you to finish your sentence. Instead, you stood on your tiptoes, and pressed your soft lips against his. They were cool, and immediately surrendered to yours, parting to exhale into your mouth. As his breath filled your lungs, you succumbed to every feeling he was pulling from you; your legs quivered and pressed together tightly. Your core tightened, and your cunt clenched with arousal. Slick leaked into the silk of your underwear, staining the fabric with your submissiveness.

His head tilted, allowing him to go deeper inside your mouth. His tongue slipped along yours, twirling and exploring the soft, slippery flesh of your mouth. Without breaking the kiss, James walked you backwards, guiding you towards the bed. His shin knocked into the corpse’s head, which lolled lifelessly.

You were at his mercy, and gasping for air, broke the kiss to look down at your feet. Stephen’s eyes were glazed over now, void of life. He had paled, the crimson stark against his bloodless skin. A puddle had settled beneath his head, seeping into the carpet. You broke away from James and bent down, shoving all your weight down on Stephen's shoulders. Rigor mortis hadn’t set in, so he rolled over easily, towards the edge of the bed, which freed up most of the bed for whatever came next.

You immediately snuggled yourself back into James’ arms, nestling against his chest. “There… all better.”

He hmm’ed at the crown of your head, holding you tight. His hips ground against yours, a stiffness pressing into your hip bone. A reminder – he was a man. But not akin to the other men… he was different. You looked up, gazing into his eyes.

James guided you backwards onto the bed, your ass hitting the mattress with a squeak of protest from the old springs. Placing one hand on either side of your hips, he kissed you again, urging you back further yet. He was intoxicating. Everything he did had you quivering like a lamb in the jaws of a wolf – and you wanted more of it. More of everything. You wanted him.

“I love you just a little too much,” you cooed, brushing your lips over his neck. The satin of his ascot brushed against your chin and you longed to feel it tied around your wrists. Your hand brushed along his bulge, feeling the taut fabric that covered it. As the feelings bubbled up inside of you, effervescent like champagne, you couldn’t stand it. No man should ever make you feel the way he did and with a small gasp of air, you reached for your knife again. James caught you fast, holding your wrist in an iron grip.

“I’m afraid not, my dear. You won’t get that pleasure with me.”

“Pleasure?” You asked, doe-eyed, feigning innocence yet again.

“Perhaps another pleasure,” he cooed against your lips, his moustache tickling the flesh under your nose. You were divine… a shining beacon of temptation amongst a sea of poor fools. It had been decades since a woman captivated him the way you did.

James sank to his knees, slowly, as you watched, holding your breath. His hands gathered your satin slip over your knees, and pushed it over your hips, exposing your silken underwear. The wet spot had grown considerably, and James pressed his lips against the damp fabric. The sensation was electric, sending chills up your spine in a wave of unadulterated pleasure. He kissed her again, pressing harder. He could almost taste her through the silk. You whimpered, and let your head drop between your shoulders. He brushed his lips across your mound again, and you got even wetter. For a brief moment, he disappeared and the reaction was painfully visceral.

“Don’t…. Don’t stop…” you said to the ceiling, out of breath and trembling. You could hardly get yourself upright to look at him.

“I’ve no intention of doing so, my dear. None whatsoever.” Carefully, as though unwrapping a delicate gift, James pulled your underwear from your hips, tugging them delicately down your thighs. Murder always got him worked up, but this was an entirely different arousal.

“Let me see her…” he said, low His hands were on your thighs, resting carefully atop of them.

Using your manicured fingers, you reached forward to spread your cunt to him, eagerly, obediently. She glistened in the low-lighting of the room and you heard him inhale. He leaned closer to her and began kitten-licking between your folds, sending a shockwave through your core. She clenched uncontrollably, tightening. James paused to observe, pleased with the reaction. He’d done so little, and you were already a mess. Placing his hands behind your knees, he scooted you further towards him.

Your cunt ached with everything he did; from the gentle touches to the way that his moustache tickled the soft skin of your inner thigh. You weren’t used to your heart beating this quickly outside of killing someone. He was making you feel things you’d long since forgotten.

To say that you never experienced sexual pleasure would be a lie; you did. Usually, covered in blood and panting, after a kill, your body and senses would be so wound up that you’d finger yourself, use a vibrator, something to get yourself off. But this orgasm, you knew, would be different. And much quicker.

With a breath, he flattened his tongue against your cunt, lapping at it hungrily. Your muscles all trembled, the first hint of an orgasm clawing at your insides. And just before you did, he pulled away. Cruelly. Mercilessly. As though he knew that he had you under his spell…. Oh, you’d kill him if he’d only let you.

James slipped two fingers inside your waiting, wet cunt. You let out a desperate yelp, rocking your hips back and forth to meet his fingers. Electricity coursed through your core, your body quivering again. His fingers drilled into you, curling upwards with each thrust, hitting your sensitive spot. The pressure increased, the coil in your stomach winding tighter and tighter around itself. You were close.

“Speak to me,” he ordered. “Use your voice.”

You swallowed, wetting your throat. It was frightfully hard to form words, your mind was too clouded with arousal and ecstasy. “C-can’t…. Feels…. So good….”

James leaned forward again, the tip of his tongue drilling into your sensitive clit, twirling at it. After a moment, he encircled your clit with his lips, sucking softly. You were sweet, wet and singing for him. James hummed into your pussy, satisfied. With his fingers still thrusting inside you, the overstimulation was too much. Your coil snapped, and your hands flew to his hair, making tight fists in the greased locks.

As you orgasmed, you called his name, chanting it over and over again like a prayer. He was there, between your legs, tugging you over the edge with whispered praises against your throbbing cunt. An attentive lover, James didn’t stop fucking you – or licking at you – until the final pulse subsided.

“Now that I’ve made you mine,” he said, straightening up. “Let’s deal with your little hobby, my dear.”

Made you his? You thought, chewing on the corner of your lip, as your eyes bored into his. How dare he – made you his. Despite feeling like you’d been bamboozled, you knew it was true. He’d made you his, and barred you from loving any other man again.

A knock at the door. You looked down at Stephen – you’d almost forgotten he was there. James got to his feet as the door opened, and you noticed that his cock had tented in his trousers, pulling against the fabric, begging for release. You gasped, looking at the woman as she entered. She was pushing a silver room service cart, though it was empty.

“Fret not my dear, it’s nothing she hasn’t seen before.”

You furrowed your brows; his erection or a corpse in a hotel room? You weren’t sure which. Effortlessly, James hoisted Stephen’s expired body up onto the cart, waving his hand dismissively towards the woman, who hmm’d curtly, and made her way back towards the door.

“Follow me,” he said, jovially as he headed towards the open door. He began whistling a tune, as though wheeling a body out into the hallway was the most normal, routine thing he’d done all day. Perhaps it was. You heaved a breath, and got up off the bed, pulling your underwear back up.

“James, James, wait!”

He paused.

“Aren’t you going to… well…”

His eyes followed yours to his groin, which was still stiff. You sucked on your bottom lip, looking up at him with come-hither eyes. Curiosity had gotten the best of you. Despite having just come, you wanted more, and you desperately wanted to know what the weight of his cock felt like in your hands.

“Oh.” He smiled, pleased. With a slow nod, he reached forward to cup your chin with his large hands. “I’ll get mine.”

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silky-nereid · 3 months

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— 🛎 Ding Ding!

I apologize for the late entrance, I was busy with maintaining the peace with the other occupants within the hotel. Welcome to the Nereid, I am the concierge today.

Uh-oh! it seems that an error in the system and your room has been taken. Luckily, there’s more room, choose your room please!

Room 1 , A once elegant room but objects are broken

Room 2, A room that looks like an ordinary room but the windows seem to look out to strands of galaxies

Room 3, A room that has a comforting feeling and gives you soft memories of an era that once belonged

Room 4, A room that has the latest equipment for cars and doesn’t look that comfortable while a racing suit is discarded

Room 5, A room with stained glass windows and a bed with multiple fabrics as it has an earthy aroma

Room 6, A room with a four poster neatly made bed and a black mourning dress is hanging near the wardrobe

Room 7, An art nouveau inspired room with a ice bucket holding a bottle of champagne

Room 8, An Art Deco room with soft geometric shapes in the architecture, it was inviting and comfortable

Room 9, a room that once held love and now in disarray, yellowed papers and it has a strange smell of rotting

Who’s the other guest in the room?

Yandere! Crumbled king

Yandere! Cosmic entity

Yandere! Caretaker

Yandere! Race car driver

Yandere! Cult leader

Yandere! Noble friend

Yandere! Cheater

Yandere! Firework owner

Yandere! Reanimator

Care for any room service that might ease your worries?

Any scenarios that you would want, headcanons, oneshot.

Please remember to be wary of the other occupants within the Nereid. So, you have taken your room key and gotten used to room service ! Have a wonderful stay at the Nereid!

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saunne · 5 months

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HSR THEORIES - PENACONY ANALYSIS

I guess I'm late to the game, but I'm normally a lore gremlin for Xianzhou lore, not Penacony lore. Anyways, don't expect something very elaborate, but you'll be able to find :

Reflection on the period based on history (Penal Colony)

Reflection on the period based on fashion (NPC in trailers)

Reflection on the period based on architecture (Art Deco)

Reflection on the period based on cultural shift (Railway Mania, Department Stores)

Reflection on lore based on Literature (Jules Vernes, Herman Melville)

Reflection on lore based on Philosophy (Idealism, Utilitarianism, Transcendental Idealism)

Everything under the cut as always since I tend to babble.

The name "Penacony" possibly comes from the phrase "penal colony".

I'm certainly not the first to make the connection, but "Penal Colony" inevitably brings to mind Australia. This idea of "Space Australia" is also reinforced by the names for the characters we know at the moment, with a very clear English etymology : Sunday, Robin, Gallagher, Firefly.

The use of Australia as a "penal colony" by England took place after the American War of Independence, so we start with a period around 1780 to ~1870.

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We didn't get to see a lot of NPC outfits in this very short clip, but what little there is could actually correspond to a period like this. However, we had a little more hints in Honkai Star Rail - Penacony Trailer | Game Awards 2023, where we see Acheron at the reception of the Reverie hotel :

This NPC in particular is interesting, because of her gloves. It's called "evening gloves" or "opera gloves". They were popular during the Napoleonic period (1800-1825) but were also very fashionable in the last two decades of the 19th century, i.e. 1880-1900 and before WWI, i.e up to 1910.

In terms of temporality, it is also important to note what concerns the architecture of Penacony.

It was noted on Reddit that the style of architecture could be reminiscent of the French Art Deco style, an architectural movement predominant in the 1910s to 1920s. Art Deco is said to have represented "luxury, glamour, exuberance, and faith in social and technological progress", so quite fitting for Penacony. Key features were : geometric/sleek designs, bold colors, luxurious materials, things that we find in the previews.

We'll have to wait to see more from Penacony, but it might be interesting to see if there is also any inspiration from the previous movement, Art Nouveau 🤔

Another architectural thing :

Look up and see the metal tracks crisscrossing the skyscrapers and the Spheroids rapidly rolling along them. They are the most visible means of transportation in this dreamscape metropolis and guide guests to each and every place around the city. [x]

This part about the Spheroids is interesting, because during this period (starting from 1825, with a peak in the 1840s), there was in France and England what we called the Railway Mania.

This is a point of interest because the Railway Mania saw the the arrival of the railroads in Paris. When it happened, this caused another major cultural shift : the rise of Department Stores. There is even a well-known french novel on the subject, called Au Bonheur des Dames (The Ladies' Delight) by Emile Zola.

The end of the 19th century is also the period of birth of modern advertising and given the number of things that we see plastered all over Penacony, I think I can say that we are on the right track/period.

So, in terms of rough "era", we can go from 1780 to ~1920, so mostly the 19th century (1800-1900).

Speaking of period culture and Penacony in general, we currently have a Relic Set which I will use for the rest of the post: Penacony's Dream-Seeking Tracks

Opening a window no longer show a view of the stars in the deep sky, but of the city's shifting streams of light and shadows, holding up the constant echoes of giant clocks and theaters.

Okay, let's start with some details that I only noticed because I come from a literary studies background. I'm not going to lie to you, it's far-fetched, but stay with me, I promise it's interesting.

Giant clocks and theaters made me think "steampunk" works, whose setting are often set in an alternative history of the Victorian era (~1837 to 1900, so right in our period). One of the pioneering writers of the genre, “proto-steampunk” so to speak, is Jules Vernes, considered one of the "father of science fiction".

Remember Spheroids ? : "Spheroids are regarded as both vehicles and as toys in the land of dreams. However, few remember that the Spheroids are actually imprisonment cages — the vehicle towards dreams are tools originally used for locking up prisoners."

One of Jules Vernes' best-known novels is Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Seas, a science-fiction aventure novel the majority of which takes place aboard the Nautilus, a submarine belonging to Captain Nemo. And interesting thing, "he also tells his new passengers that his secret existence means he cannot let them leave — they must remain on board permanently" ; They are prisoners in the Nautilus.

On another point, Jules Vernes is also considered as having had a strong influence on the surrealist movement "in which artists depicted unnerving, illogical scenes and developed techniques to allow the unconscious mind to express itself. Its aim was, according to leader André Breton, to "resolve the previously contradictory conditions of dream and reality into an absolute reality, a super-reality", or surreality"." Quite fitting for our dream planet.

For the next one... Well. I have no excuse for this one, it's even more far-fetched. But so, we remain in the literary universe.

The water from the spring turn into a giant whale and swim through the halls.

Giant whale made me think of one thing almost immediately : Moby Dick, by Herman Mellville, published in 1851 (once again in our era of interest). Moby Dick is a "sea novel" centered around the figure of the hunt of a whale. It's main themes are the limits of knowledge, fate and free will, nature and man, race, fellowship, and enslavement, madness and religion [x].

I wont copy and paste the whole shtick but I send you check again The Family description from the Data Bank.

With that, we're done with literature... so it's time to move on to something else wonderful and terrible, the greatest enemy of my high school years (when you have to do it for 8 hours a week, it quickly becomes tiring), I named: PHILOSOPHY.

For a transcendent experience, for an inspirational excitement, for the soothing of worries and wounds — guests of the highest caliber come to surrender their pain in exchange for peace and tranquility

I'm not going to dwell on that for too long, quite honestly. I'll just... put that here for you to do whatever the fuck you want with it.

Idealism : "Idealism in philosophy, also known as philosophical idealism or metaphysical idealism, is the set of metaphysical perspectives asserting that, most fundamentally, reality is equivalent to mind, spirit, or consciousness; that reality is entirely a mental construct; or that ideas are the highest form of reality or have the greatest claim to being considered "real"

At some unknown point in time, the small cells cut off access to reality, but people's consciousnesses became linked in dreams. In the midnight bell, that shared dream seemed so real, reflecting the sheer hypocrisy of reality.

Utilitarianism : "a family of normative ethical theories that prescribe actions that maximize happiness and well-being for the affected individuals. In other words, utilitarian ideas encourage actions that ensure the greatest good for the greatest number."

Those who follow the "Harmony" Path admire understanding, support, and cooperative behavior.

In addition to all previously "said", one of the greatest thinkers of the time, who is also the one at the origin of the definition of transcendent, is Immanuel Kant. His best known work is Critique of Pure Reason (1781), with which "he aims to reach a decision about "the possibility or impossibility of metaphysics".

Metaphysics "is the branch of philosophy that studies the fundamental nature of reality. This includes the first principles of: being or existence, identity, change, space and time, cause and effect, necessity, actuality, and possibility."

This work was the founding work of a philosophical doctrine known under the name of Transcendental Idealism. I'll spare you the convoluted explanations but look at that :

The scenery gradually becomes more and more incredulous, and the senses feel as if one has been lifted by silk. [...] The guests finally realize that they were never awake, but are instead witnessing Penacony's true nature in a dream — a place where time stops in a neverending dreamscape.

"Kant means that his philosophical approach to knowledge transcends mere consideration of sensory evidence and requires an understanding of the mind's innate modes of processing that sensory evidence".

"Kant outlines how space and time are pure forms of human intuition contributed by our own faculty of sensibility. Space and time do not have an existence "outside" of us, but are the "subjective" forms of our sensibility".

#hsr #honkai star rail #penacony #hsr penacony #honkai star rail theory #hsr 2.0

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perfectlypanda · 10 months

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Chance Encounters at the Wonderlust by Marijayne

I've been wanting to learn bookbinding for a while, so I finally took the plunge by binding one of my favorite Zutara stories! I followed the video series for a rounded, case bound book by DAS Bookbinding on youtube. I also took inspiration from @omfgreylo's fanfic book binds for things like including a page with the AO3 details and a QR code that leads to where the story is posted.

Large portions of the story take place at the Wonderlust hotel, which I imagined as having a bit of a classy art deco vibe, so that's what I leaned into a bit with cover, bookend pages, and font choices. Zuko first meets Katara sitting on a blue and gold sofa, which informed the choice of colors. I'm only just now realizing I chose different fonts for the cover and the title page. I thought I had used the same one. Oops haha.

This project went way smoother than I expected. I had to improvise in parts because I didn't have specialized equipment like a book press, but otherwise everything went well! The part that was the most challenging was adding the design to the cover, but that's my fault for using iron on vinyl meant for stretchy fabric (it was what we happened to have on hand already). If I had used a normal iron on vinyl, I think it would have given me less trouble.

I'm really pleased that with how this turned out, and I already have a list of other Zutara stories I'd like to bind and add to my bookshelf (just personal copies, not for commission or anything like that). Thank you again to @marijayne-writing for letting me bind your story!

#zutara #book binding #fanfic bookbinding #zutara fanfic #zutara bookbinding #bookbinding #look I made a thing

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lizzisimss · 1 year

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niccoughlan · 6 months

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We took our Carol trip!

December 10, 2023, my good friend Sarah and I piled in my small Kia and made the 1 hr 40 min trip from Indianapolis, IN to see Cincinnati and Chevoit, Ohio shooting locations from 2015's "Carol." It's the only winter movie that matters to me. Here are some of the key locations we visited.

Tagging: @belivet, @pacinos, @lesbin

Shillito Center and art deco exteriors in Cincinnati.

Shillito Center was a department store with art deco features including the beautiful clock pictured above. This was the exterior of Frankenberg's in the film. The Shillito's department store has closed but the beautiful building has been turned into luxury loft apartments!

The other buildings of note were the Bell Telephone Company's "Cincinnati Bell" building--my friend noticed that the decorative border on the building is comprised of a stone pattern of old rotary telephones! The exterior of the now-Hilton Cincinnati is another Carol shooting site, which doubled as New York City's Drake hotel.

This is the exquisite Hilton Cincinnati at Netherland Plaza. As you can see, the art deco influence is strong and the rooms are gorgeous and grand. We were hungry and wanted to have lunch but the only available menu was the Dickens breakfast buffet, priced at a formidable $89! So we enjoyed a drink and a bowl of peanuts at the bar. A quartet of professional singers in Victorian costumes sang Christmas Carols beautifully in the background. The bartender was dressed like they used to dress, in a beautiful tailored slacks, shirt, and vest uniform. He did not work at the Hilton in 2014-2015 but was delighted by our quest. The entryway to the hotel is known as the "Hall of Mirrors," inspired by Versailles.

This is the stone bathroom structure at Eden Park, which was the setting for the Christmas tree farm impromptu photography session. My friend watched Carol to prepare (she called it "fun homework") and I prepared by finding a tam o shanter hat at a thrift store. My parents had the scarf, blonde fur coat, faux fur hat, as part of their repository of items from doing over 25 years of community theater together. The rest of my clothing items are a regular part of my wardrobe. I vacillate between eras but I love 40s, 50s, and 60s best of all. I also think it's likely they filmed the scene of Therese and Richard on bicycle going through a park at Eden Park as well, but can't be totally sure.

Finally, Maury's Tiny Cove Restaurant in Chevoit, Cincinnati is the setting of the first lunch between Carol and Therese. The booth they used for shooting has been preserved and I reserved it ahead of time, although surrounding booths also have pictures from filming hanging over them. It's been long enough that the server didn't know much about the film but told us that a group of excited college students ate there once and requested the same meal Carol and Therese ordered in the movie. I had lasagna as we had not eaten much all day, and a Santa Cosmopolitan from their holiday menu. The food was wonderful and it was obvious a lot of people are regulars. We noted that there are glass windows over the booths now, unlike in the movie, probably added during the height of Covid.

Bonus, but a disappointment:

Carol & Rindy's beautiful house at Grandin Rd has been completely re-done and now looks nothing like in the movie:

And, "that's that"! A truly special and memorable experience.

Here is a link to a Google Drive with all of the unedited photos and videos we took if you want to see anything in original quality/detail. We shot video of the photography scene but it was mostly goofy and unusable haha.

We talked about the movie some and Sarah asked me which character was the best fit for my personality. Hands down, Abby. I was wide-eyed Therese once, never glam enough for Carol, but Abby will tell you the truth and not blush from it. My hero!

#caroledit #carol 2015 #cate blanchett #rooney mara #todd haynes #period drama #historical costuming

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futurelacy · 3 months

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Started writing this and might continue, this is just a little sneak peek don't mind me

When he wakes up, he doesn’t know where he is at first. There’s stucco on the walls, a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. He blinks slowly, rubs his sleepy eyes. The hotel bed is large enough and fits the French Art Deco style interior design. SoHo House Paris has those beds with four posts that look antique but are surprisingly comfortable and Shawn rolls onto his side to reach for the bedside table. He looks at his phone, checks the time. It’s early still, not even 7 a.m. He wanted to quit the bad habit of checking his phone first thing in the morning but it’s charging right there on the small wooden bedside table and he cannot resist the urge to scroll through a couple of texts that have made it through the time zones and time differences onto his screen as if they transcended the space-time continuum. He props himself up on one elbow and thinks about hitting the hotel gym because this SoHo house membership has to be good for something but he discards the idea and gets up, carefully getting out from under the blanket as to not wake Jo up who is asleep on her side of the bed.

He brushes his teeth and looks at his reflection in the mirror. He does look tired in that way one does when you’re not synced up with the new time zone yet and he squints, puts his toothbrush away and splashes a bit of cold water into his face before resting his hands on the sides of the sink. He does think he looks older, maybe it’s the stubble he’s been growing proudly, maybe it’s adjusting to a new found maturity. He feels so far removed from the person he once was and from all the heartache and bitterness and exes that like to talk about him in the media. Truth is, he couldn’t care less. He is in Paris. He gets to wake up next to the girl of his dreams and he thinks that maybe this time, for the first time, he’s in the best place he’s ever been, feeling inspired again, writing new music. Feeling well-adjusted, in a mature adult relationship, and this time, if somebody would come at them, he’d be ready. They say ‘pick your battles’ and it is what he does. Not everything warrants his energy anymore. They survived the tug of war, now he just gets to keep his girl safe. He feels the familiar wave of protectiveness overcoming him as he steps back into the bedroom, seeing Jo asleep, one long tan leg peeking out from under the covers, dark wavy hair sprawled across the pillow. He decides to not wake her up, not yet, it’s still early and they have time. The fashion show they’ll attend later only starts at midday. So, he walks to the window and pushes the thick curtains aside, letting in the morning light. He has started to romanticize life in a way that allows him to romanticize a work trip. A strip of sunlight illuminates his hand and he opens the window that looks out onto the courtyard. There are traffic noises in the far distance, an ambulance, the city was waking up. He closes his eyes, feeling the morning sun on his face.

That’s when he hears her stirring in the sheets. Someone was waking up.

“Come back to bed.”

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes fluff #also this is not proofread lol

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liaromancewriter · 1 year

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Beautiful Stranger

Premise: Ethan Ramsey wasn’t looking forward to tonight, and then he met the woman of his dreams.

Book: Open Heart (AU) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Trope: Soulmates; Gala Words: 1,610

A/N: This fic is inspired by an ask from last year where I talked about AUs if Cassie wasn't a doctor. I'm using @choicesflashfics week 30, prompt 3 (in bold). Submission for @aprilchallenge prompt "dress".

The entryway to the Washington Hudson Hotel in DC’s Adams Morgan was lined with black town cars and limos. Passengers disembarked under the covered portico, posed for cameras on either side of the red carpet rolled out in welcome, and followed ushers to the Art Deco ballroom.

Security guards in severe black suits prevented anyone from entering without an invitation. Sweat beaded their foreheads, more from the spotlights than the late spring evening, but dark sunglasses hid any discomfort.

Dr. Ethan Ramsey waited impatiently to be let out of the black limo his mentor and friend, Dr. Naveen Banerji, had insisted on renting for the occasion.

“I’m the guest of honor, after all,” he’d said, a Zen-like smile on his face. “Can’t just roll up in a Jalopy.”

Ethan couldn’t fault him that logic, even if he privately thought it excessive to drive two blocks from their hotel. But, then, the man was literally a saint and deserved this minor luxury.

Naveen was being honored tonight with a Humanitarian Service Lifetime Achievement Award from the Valentine Foundation for his work in advancing medical care in developing countries.

The black-tie event was part of the National Medical Symposium’s festivities, where Ethan was invited to present a keynote. An incredible accomplishment, given he’d become an attending not quite a year ago.

Ethan enjoyed the education and dialogue at these conferences but preferred socializing at a bar over scotch. However, Naveen had taught him that these social events were essential for advancing his career and getting sponsors to fund research projects. A necessary evil in medicine.

Finally, the rear door opened from outside, and Ethan slid out of the backseat. Naveen followed, waving and smiling at the flashing cameras as if he was at the Oscars. Ethan ignored everyone, marching through the glass doors, invitation card in hand.

“You were in a hurry,” Naveen said pleasantly, joining Ethan in the soaring foyer outside the ballroom.

“They didn’t care about me.” Ethan rolled his eyes and smirked. “I’m not the guest of honor, after all.”

Naveen chuckled, bumping shoulders with Ethan. “No, but with your looks, they probably thought you were a reality TV star. Off to give your chosen lady a red rose. That’s how the story goes.”

Ethan’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Why reality TV? What story? And I’m not carrying a rose.”

Naveen shook his head in dismay. “You know, my friend. There’s more to life than medicine.”

Before Ethan could counter that remark, Naveen turned away to greet someone he knew. Left to his own devices, Ethan glanced around the room, recognizing some faces from the conference. But if he was going to schmooze, he needed a stiff drink first.

Almost an hour later, Ethan escaped the crowded ballroom through French doors leading to a moonlit balcony overlooking the dark gardens below. He needed a few minutes of respite from the politicking and socializing that was part of the Valentines’ world.

Ever since he’d learned about the award, Naveen hadn’t stopped talking about the family. Being a Rhodian, Ethan certainly knew of the Valentines of Newport, but they didn’t run in the same circles as the son of a cable repairman from Providence.

He suspected they were like the other donors he’d met inside that ballroom; insanely wealthy and spoiled with a sense of entitlement. The foundation was probably a vanity project for one of the trophy wives, he thought dismissively.

He strode to the wrought-iron balustrade, gripping the edge as he threw his head back and took a deep breath. A floral scent hit his senses before he heard the rustle of fabric.

He spun on his heels to see a beautiful young woman standing against the wall, the hem of her shimmering midnight blue dress hiked up to reveal one silken white thigh.

Her hand froze; a black lace garter strap caught between her fingers. Ethan’s eyes involuntarily followed as the top of a sheer black stocking slid down her skin, catching where her leg was bent at the knee.

His eyes snapped to her face, tracing the arch of her brows, the flushed cheekbones and red lips parted lightly. Long blonde hair fell to the side, past her shoulder, the ends curling softly.

A glittering hair clip on the left side of her head held back the rest. The style revealed diamonds and sapphires dripping from her earlobe, matching the necklace cradled between the valley of her breasts.

Her fragrance enveloped him, his nostrils flared, and all Ethan could think was, “Mine!”

She gasped, or he did. Maybe it was the moonlight, or perhaps it was fate. He hadn’t had enough top-shelf scotch to blame the alcohol. At this point, he wasn’t sure what was happening to him.

“A gentleman would look away. Or lend a hand.”

Ethan heard the amusement in her soft melodic voice and glimpsed the teasing sparkle in her eyes. He wondered if they were blue like his. A strong probability, given the color of her hair.

He took a step toward her and then another, closing the distance between them. His hand unthinkingly reached for the dangling garter strap in her hand but stopped at the warning look in her eyes. Up close, he saw they were green with flecks of blue or black.

Ethan held up his hands in a truce. “That was a rhetorical statement, wasn’t it?”

She scoffed, clearly deeming it unworthy of a response. She quickly reattached her loose stocking and adjusted her dress. The fabric covered her from top to bottom, the hem brushing the toes of her high heels.

The dress would’ve been modest except for how it hugged her curves, accentuating every part of her that his fingers ached to touch.

“You’re staring again,” she said huskily, her chest rising and falling with rapid, shallow breaths.

Appalled, Ethan blurted out an apology. “I’m sorry. I–– “

He felt his skin flush, and the tips of his ears turn red. If anyone from Edenbrook saw him now, they’d surely laugh at his expense. Frustrated, he stabbed his fingers into his hair.

The woman threw him a strange look, her brows twisting in a V shape. Without a word, she turned to walk away, but he wasn’t ready to let her go.

He instinctively tried to stop her, his fingers brushing the back of her hand. They both hissed as an electric current flashed and pulsed where their skin met.

She held her hand against her chest, stroking the sensitive area with her thumb as if trying to rub away their connection. But she didn’t leave, nibbling on her bottom lip as she regarded him with a perplexed expression.

“I have no excuse for my behavior,” he began, hesitating as he searched for the words that would make her want to stay. “This is not like me at all. I’m not a risk taker. I don’t gamble with my feelings. I don’t ogle strangers at parties, even if they are beautiful. I’m a doctor, a man of science and logic. I…”

“So, you expect me to believe that you don’t know who I am?” she asked in disbelief. “And your arrival on this balcony a few minutes after me was a pure coincidence?”

Ethan looked at her, bewildered. “Should I know you? Have we met before?”

She stared into his eyes, searching for some inner truth. She must have found it, for she nodded and smiled.

“Okay, doctor. I believe you. Since you’re a man of science, care to explain that?”

She pointed to their hands, now resting against their sides. But there were tiny vibrations under the skin, wanting to reach across the space and connect with its mate.

“It’s nothing,” he said warily.

He shoved his hands inside his pant pockets and rocked back on his heels. For some reason, that made her laugh, and a knowing look entered her eyes. It was too astute for his comfort, and he felt laid bare.

“A man of science should know that some things defy expectations,” she mused, tapping one finger against her lips. “And every scientific achievement in history was because someone decided it was worth the risk.”

The sound of a bell ringing in the distance reached their ears, breaking the uneasy silence that followed her words.

“I have to go back inside,” she sighed. “I would say it was a pleasure, but honestly, I don’t know what this was. And I suspect we’re both not ready to find out.”

Ethan watched her walk away, and his feet itched to follow. But he waited, needing a few minutes to collect himself.

When he returned to the ballroom, he scanned the vast room for any sign of Naveen. His height gave him an advantage, and he spotted the other man in an animated conversation with someone, gesticulating excitedly.

Ethan swiftly navigated through throngs of people, slowing down as he neared Naveen. The person ahead of him moved away, and his steps faltered when he saw her.

She must have sensed him too, because she suddenly looked over her shoulder, her green eyes registering surprise as they locked into his shocked blue ones.

“Ah, Ethan, there you are,” Naveen called out. “Come meet my benefactor. Cassie Valentine is the head of the Valentine Foundation and the person who nominated me for tonight’s award. Cassie, meet Dr. Ethan Ramsey, my protégé and one of the most gifted diagnosticians of his generation.”

Ethan Ramsey did not believe in moonlight madness or fate. But for one brief moment, he had, and now his world was turned upside down. What’s more? Cassie’s amused smirk told him she knew it too.

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friendsplushies · 4 months

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Quails are so cute, because they look like 1920's Flapper bORBS. Inspired a little bit by Lackadaisy.

Or maybe Hazbin Hotel? Idk, I'm just happy to see the Art Deco aesthetic.

Here's the queen herself.

#Drawing #Bird #Bird Orb #bORB #Quail #Quail Orb #1920s #Lackadaisy #Birb #Ive been watching too much #Hazbin Hotel #and #hlep

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rom-e-o · 8 months

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Going Up (Constance/Ebenezer) 18+/NSFW

Connie and Ebenezer get frisky in an elevator. That's the story.

This is an 18+ story - Minors, DNI. The full story is below the gif and cut.

DING! Your lift has arrived~

"C-Constance...you need to..."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Hell no, but you need to," he husked, another sigh tumbling from his lips. One of his hands reached back absently to grab the marble beam for support. "A-At least until we get to the room."

Thankfully, it was a long, long elevator ride up to the hotel penthouse Ebenezer had reserved. A long, private elevator ride.

Her red lips formed a smile as she continued to press a kiss to the gloriously velvety underside of his proud erection. The polished marble floor was murder on her knees (she knew she'd have terrible bruises come the morrow), but the perspective of her lover's glorious cock before her more than made up for it.

"Why wait?" she asked, giggling as she felt the muscles of his thighs begin to tremble beneath her fingertips. "I certainly don't intend to go anywhere between here and there."

Her manicured fingers, painted a sleek shade of crimson, grazed up the length of his cock. He hissed, the reddened skin sensitive to even the slightest of touches. His arousal was only intensified by the fact that the elevator was open to the London skyline, the stained glass crafted into an art-deco display that barely concealed their entangled bodies from the night sky and stars beyond the frosted surface.

Realistically, there was no way any living things except the seabirds soaring over the Thames River could see them, but that detail hardly dimmed the excitement. It was still a crescendo of emotion that had been building the entire evening.

It was almost poetic that he'd surprised her with the booking right after they'd started stealing passionate kisses in the relative privacy of the hall's lobby phonebooth.

It also made the temptation of falling to her knees to show her appreciation for the delightful evening all the more inspiring.

Oh, she knew he never expected any type of reciprocal action after a date, no matter how expensive or romantic. Ebenezer was a gentleman, through and through. Whether the date ended with a kiss on the cheek or a night of clawing at the bedsheets, he was elated all the same. As was she.

On this night, Constance longed to shower him in affection.

She'd been eyeing him all evening since he'd picked her up for their date in his newest, made-to-measure Brioni suit. As designed, the Italian-cut ensemble highlighted every inch of his towering broad-shouldered frame with mouth-watering perfection. Whoever had measured and tailored the outfit for him deserved a raise, wine gift basket, and the tightest hug Constance could humanly manage.

Their date had been perfect, as each date with Ebenezer was. Delicious glasses of Chambord preceded a night of romantic dancing at one of London's most elegant concert halls.

The entire time, he swept her off her feet like his always did. He always knew the perfect way to lay his hand upon her hip, or how to give her bottom lip the lightest bite with every kiss. The way to lead her into a twirl on the dance floor, the way to run his hand over hers as she grazed his cheek. It was kismet.

She flattened her tongue, as if she was preparing to capture a snowflake, and ran it along the length of his shaft. At the tip, she kissed his engorged phallus, making sure to add an audible 'mwah!' to make sure the gesture landed with as much punch as possible.

She was instantly rewarded with a guttural whimper. "F-Fuck, Connie..."

Another giggle. "Is that what you'd like to do?"

A hand reached out a fisted a hand into her hair. Not pulling, just steadying. Grounding him to her, and this moment.

Also, it was a sign to keep going; a requests she would happily oblige.

A bead of translucent precum dripped onto her chest. The plunging neckline of her gown pushed her already impressive breasts up and forward. The liquid beaded on her bare skin and slowly traveled into her cleavage. Ebenezer groaned at the lewd site, arcing his back as she took the tip of his shaft into her mouth.

She sank down slowly, taking him in inch by inch. Nice and slow, just like she knew he liked it.

"Hngh...fuck, sweetheart..." he moaned, his voice pitching as he head fell back. "H-Ha...ah! Mmph!"

His breaths came in rasps. Despite the softness of his cries, his hand held her head firmly, a silent plea for her to stay in place and keep working him, and to please not stop.

She moaned in approval of his begging, hollowing her cheeks as she took him into her throat. Fingertips splayed over his thighs, supporting him and helping him stay upright.

By the time the elevator reached the penthouse, he was on the brink. The esteemed banker was gasping, rocking, rutting against her red mouth with aggression that he future self would chide him for displaying in front of a woman.

In that moment, however, nothing could have stopped him. Even the telltale 'ding!' of the lift to let them know they'd reached their destination didn't quell his passion. Instead, the sound snapped him back into reality. He tugged her hair to encourage him to release his cock, which she did. It bobbed free, a light trail of saliva linking her lips with the engorged tip. Gods, it was borderline painful to stave off his orgasm, but he knew it would be worth it.

"W-What are you..." she mumbled, her cornflower-blue eyes reflecting the crystalline decor of their chamber as crisply as a virginal lake.

Not bothering to rezip his trousers, he gathered her svelte body and hoisted her high into her arms. A simple tug of a lever held the elevator in place as he carried her out, reassuring the private lift wouldn't be called away anytime soon. The last thing he would tolerate would be any disturbances.

After a searing kiss upon her rosy lips, he crossed the penthouse's gilded chamber and deposited her right in the middle of the room's large bed.

"There," he said, gazing down upon her reclined form with a smirk of satisfaction. "London's finest lady deserves no less than to be ravished upon the city's finest bed. A goddess deserves a pedestal, after all."

She blushed, then giggled as he crawled over her to nuzzle the velvety skin of her neck, growling like an animal as he did so. He could be so playful when he wanted to be, and Constance delighted in it.

"I think that liquor is going to your head, sir," she teased, biting her lip as her fingertips traced the form of his owlish nose.

"Are you challenging my taste?"

"In the evening's accommodations and activities? Oh, absolutely not!" she teased. "In me? Well ... I suppose I still have a hard time believing all this is real. That...you and I are real."

One of his hands lofted to caress her cheek, the color as sanguine as a leaf turned ablaze from the frost. "Shall I prove it?"

Constance eyed him, and found his slate eyes completely focused on her. Not her body, not her breasts, not even her lips ... just her.

"I think I'd quite like that."

She'd have more than the bruises on her knees come morning to remind her of the evening, and serve as testimony of the devotion that shaped their reality.

This is just a silly little thing, haha. I hope you enjoyed!

@quill-pen @crimson-phantom-designs

#scrooge 2022 #scrooge x oc #oc constance dogoode

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hometoursandotherstuff · 2 years

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Lizzie & Shawn’s 1960 house in Cocoa Beach, Florida is done in a colorful eclectic maximalism with some Art Deco and Post Modern Memphis influence.

Lizzie wants every corner filled with as much color, texture, and patterns as possible.

It’s tough at times, but she tries not to stick to the same color pallet.

And, she doesn’t want anything too matchy-matchy.

Lizzie said that MCM homes in Florida typically have smaller bds., so she made this one a dressing room/office.

It’s so small, she can’t even fit a bed for a guest. It looks terrific like this, though.

Her inspiration comes from Art Deco hotels, although the house doesn’t have any notable architectural features.

It was hard to decide how to decorate it, but she’s happy with the way it’s turning out.

When they toured the house, they loved the bathrooms the most.- two mid-century original pastel tiled bathrooms with matching monochromatic fixtures.

#MCM house #mid century modern house #colorful decor #long post

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praeteritus-memories · 2 months

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ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜɴ

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?

Some of them it's hard to really pinpoint an exact reason why I pick up some muses, mainly I just get an itch to write a specific archetype or character, but usually it's because something about that character resonated with me! An example being that I really relate to Noriaki Kakyoin or with Alastor/Alucard, I just really wanted to write a sort of villain or character with some fucked up morals. It's fun and it challenges my writing a lot! I guess mainly, I like characters I feel I understand well or characters that push me out of my comfort zone.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?

Anything to do with SA, it's an absolute NO from me but I would think that's obvious that writing SA is kinda gross for roleplay? There's other stuff too, I really don't like ABO AU's, I just think the whole "alpha" and "beta" thing is just really weird and not my thing. Finally is just weird fetished, man. I'm not gonna RP a character getting blown up like a balloon or anything like that, no offence but it makes me EXTREMELY uncomfortable.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?

I love writing angst, romance, fluff, slice of life or even action!!! Those are all really fun genres to RP for me, especially angst because I'm a sadistic son of a bitch, so I get super hyped to RP messing with my muses!

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?

I'm usually inspired by music or fan art. Sometimes it's just me making a general observation and running with it or basing a headcanon off of life experiences!

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?

Music, absolutely. When I'm having trouble writing a muse, I listen to a song from a private muse playlist I made on Spotify that I associate with that muse and it REALLY helps me get more into character.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?

Heavily depends on the RP! If it's a plotted RP, I do plan my replies for the most part but if it's one where I don't 100% know where it's going, I just wing it and hope for the best lol

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?

YYEEESSSSS

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?

Lu!

ᴀɢᴇ?

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?

November 17th

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?

Black, purple and pink!

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?

UGH THAT'S HARD. In Iolite by GHOST-P Ft Prinz, World Behind my wall by Tokio Hotel, Beautiful Times by Owl City, Patches by CircusP Ft KAITO and DEX and The Prayer Song For Rain by HitoshizukuPxYama Ft Rin/Len Kagamine

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

Dune 2. I got roped into seeing it and I didn't see the first one. It's good, I mean the costuming and design is incredible, but eehhhh I'm not a huge sci-fi person. I do like the anti-chosen one message though!

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

The Tudors, I'm almost done with season one!!!

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?

Rabbit Hole by Deco*27 Ft Miku Hatsune

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?

That's so hard when I'm honestly such a foodie lol It's a solid tie between papusas and alfredo pasta, gosh they're so damn good!

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?

Fall! I love weather that's nice, cold and breezey so I can take walks and open windows!

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?

Absolutely! @solartomes and @solacanis are some of my best friends on this site! I adore the both of them with my whole heart and they've been there for me through some pretty rough times in my life. My other best friends don't RP on Tumblr anymore, but we've all been one big group that I love to death!

Tagged by: @origami-assassin , another friend!!!! Tagging: @sncwlight , @featherchan , @waywardsculs , @hcttrick , @sacredpit , @swordsxandxsakuras and @gctchell !

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k-d-t-art · 2 months

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My long-winded review of Hazmat Haberdashery

Because since most of us have been living in the age of the internet where you have to explain your reasoning behind your liking or disliking of a show or something, I'd say it's to be expected lol

My wife had been singing the praises of Hazbin Hotel for a while (she even said that Angel reminded her of my OC Eros!), and I finally cracked and gave it a look cos I wanted to see what all the hullabaloo was about

Verdict: it's ok lol. I didn't hate it, nor did I love it

There's a lot of things that I liked about it:

The voice acting

The animation

The premise

The art deco inspiration

SOME of the songs (was not expecting it to be a musical, so I had to tolerate some of the songs like I did with Steven Universe lmao)

And other things that I did not like about it:

The script/dialogue

Some of the character designs and color palette

The fact that it tried a little TOO hard to brand itself as an adult cartoon

Like... look y'all. I cuss. I cuss like a SAILOR. But God DAMN, it's like the dialogue was written by little Timmy who just learned the word "fuck" and is using it in every sentence lmao not even South Park uses "fuck" that much!

It's like, "HEY HEY LOOK WE'RE AN ADULT CARTOON WE USE CURSE WORDS AND TALK ABOUT SEX ALL THE TIME LOOK LOOK LOOK" and honey, it was exhausting lmaoooo

I think if a few things were changed around and rewritten, it could have been great in my eyes, but alas, yours truly only thought it was "okay".

Like I said, I do like some of the characters, so I'll be doing some fanart (don't expect much), but I feel so let down after that because of all the hype surrounding it. It had SO MUCH POTENTIAL TO BE GREAT, but it just ain't for me lol

I'll stick to Clone High and Digital Circus for now, thank you

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were there any pre canon concepts for adrien's/felix's room? i hate the canon one so much the layout confuses me

Afraid not. I think the closest we have is the information that Felix/ Adrian's family owned a hotel (this is before he was made into the villain's son.) A lot of early and even current ladybug is pretty focused around Marinette. Nathan-Felix-Adrien as a character is shockingly inconsequential to the narrative as a whole. (Which is probably why he was so easily edited throughout development whereas Marinette stayed pretty consistent.... And is also apparently still the case from what I've heard of the recent season.)

You can actually really see a lot of the inspiration that it transferred to the agreste mansion... But it also lost a lot of style and flair. Richard had a lot of art deco inspiration in the buildings associated with his character. And you can kind of see that in the hotel piece here. It's all connected, at least I believe it is.

It makes sense that the current one is frustrating. It's a mix between " oh this is what a fabulously wealthy teen boy would like" being full of video games and literal arcade machines, but still having like no personality? Like it's big. Because Adrian is rich. And it's like... Largely undecorated because Gabriel is like a minimalist or whatever... Except for all of the stuff that Adrian has because he's rich. And that's literally the end of it.

Edit: If I were to fathom a... A room that does line up with that hotel era then I would do something like this, except with more whites and golds rather than blue... Or just tailor it to however the cat's relationship to his father is.

#It's like go one way or the other man #is he overprotected and not allowed to express himself? then give him the bare bones room with nothing but the bookshelves.#or is he spoiled and sheltered where he can literally do whatever the fuck he wants to his apartment-sized room.#I never particularly like depicting Felix as a character who benefits from his father's wealth #largely because I'm caught between that crossroad of not really wanting to depict a rich character #but also you can't divorce that from Felix's narrative and still indulge in him being related to Richard #my favorite depiction is that sure his family is rich. But his father is also incredibly strict.#Felix gets the bare minimum. he gets a room. he gets a bed. he gets a desk. And because Rich is a generous soul... A bookshelf #but this isn't your house boy. And if you want to live here then you have to live by my rules and you have to fulfill my requirements #he has no rights to privacy. he has no rights to a space of his own. he has no rights to pick his hobbies. not while he's living there #and it's all painted in that bright white because if anyone's going to be a minimalist it's going to be Richard Sphinx #no wonder Felix likes to escape into books or hide at the library or spend his time in the park #no wonder he takes so easily to being chat when his life is like this #in Stark contrast to private Jets and literal yacht vacations and the best toys that daddy's money can buy energy that Adrian gives off

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lizzisimss · 1 year

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Quirky Homely Apartment CC List:

Brazenlotus – https://www.patreon.com/BrazenLotus

· The Leaky Tiki Cantina

· Better than the Floor

· Petrified Wood

· Second Chance

· Laundry Made Essentials

· Muck Down

· When Life Gives you Linens

· My Kind of Zen

· Pictures of Darius

charly pancakes - https://www.patreon.com/charlypancakes

· Insomnia merged

· Lavish merged

· Miscellanea merged

· Modish merged

· Selection One merged

· Slouch merged

· Smol merged

· Soak Merged

· The Candle (deco version)

Felixandre – https://www.patreon.com/felixandre

· Shop the Look Season 1 merged

· Gothic revival interior

house of harlix - https://www.houseofharlix.com

· Harluxe merged

· Orjanic merged

· Bafroom merged

· Livin’rum merged

· Tiny Twavellers merged

harrie - https://www.patreon.com/heyharrie

· Brownstone Collection merged

· Country collection

· Porto

· Shop the look

· Spoons part 2

· Stockholm merged

· Octave Part 1 & 2 merged

leaf motif - https://leaf-motif.tumblr.com

· 2202 Magnolia Bathroom

· Basil chair

· Botanic boudoir

· Heirloom kitchen

· Ivy Hallway

· Little ceramics

· Starlight crystals

· Sunbeam study

· Sunny Corner

· Twee tableware

· Vintage crockery

· Winter village

Littlecakes - https://litttlecakes.tumblr.com/downloadspage

· Fonds femmories mirror

· Poor bunny

littledica - https://www.patreon.com/littledica

· Eco kitchen stuff pack merged

· Rise & Grind Café merged

· Sleek Slumber stuff pack merged

· Deligracy Cottage living update merged

Marvell – https://marvell-world.tumblr.com/download

· KC Soap

· Nom Nom Monstera Leaf Painting

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· Classic kitchen

· Cozy backyard pack

· Holiday mini pack

· Master bedroom

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· Pufferhead

· Deco deskopglobe

· Deco storagebasket

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· The Modernist Collection LivingRm

· Dining talk

· Kitchen merged

· livingRm merged

· maple manor part 01

· July 2021

· November 2021

myshunosun - https://www.patreon.com/myshunosun

· Bastvik

· Luna bedroom

· Serene bathroom

· The art room

· Arrie office

· Dawn living

· Lottie

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· Kitchen pegboard timer

· Antique country dining

· Artist’s old workroom

· Bakery

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· Atwood living

· Bayside bedroom set

· Futura

· Hamptons retreat

· Hinterlands bedroom

· Hinterlands living

· Hudson bathroom

· Kingston dining

· Kitayama dining

· Kitayama living

· Mid century eclectic

· Province

· Strangeville build mode add on

· Vara office

· VGBMAD artDoorcoAddons

· Violette Seating

pierisim - https://www.patreon.com/pierisim

· Precious Promises

· MCM merged

· Oak House merged

· The office mini kid

· Tidying Up merged

· Coldbrew coffee shop merged

· Winter garden merged

sixiamcc - https://imfromsixam.tumblr.com/

· Breeze of Greece merged

· Kids room cc pack

· Oak & concrete kit merged

· Cottage kitchen Edwards cabinetry

· Artz

· Charming chalet

· Dreamy outdoor

· Hotel bedroom

· Luxbath

· Spring six kitchen

TUDS -https://www.patreon.com/TudTuds

· Beam Parte2 v01 merged

· Bean Kitchen completed set merged

· Cross merged

· Ind merged

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· Apartment therapy inspired stuff v2 merged

· Paranormal plants all

· Blooming rooms plants

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