#ladyboner killed

[emorybrooks]

TFW you're 5k words into a scene about your protagonist and their love interest exploring one of her kinks, and you're just getting to the spiciest bits when your mother texts you with news about another family member and looking at your phone you also see a notification from an ex brother-in-law who wants to tell you about his depression and a FB message from a friend complaining about the weather.

#ladyboner killed #mood ruined #writerslife

[olderthannetfic]

re: smutty fanfic, and getting off to it, I've found that written sex scenes are the only ones I can really get off to. Video doesn't do it for me (as more often than not I run into a ladyboner-killing squick, or the people in the vid make noises i find annoying), and still images or artwork might be hot but not enough to get off to unless i can imagine a narrative to go along with it.

Unless it's terribly written, if I'm reading an explicit sex scene in a fic I'm along for the ride with the characters.

(incidentally, writing smut takes extra long because I need to "test out" whether or not the scene is hot enough

--

I like the sex in all those art films I watched in the 90s because they're all super well acted with a lot of plot/emotion/psychology leading up to the sex scenes. Commercial porn usually falls way short. Not enough narrative, not enough acting chops.

[londonfalling]

The Relentless Dowager

Name: Lady Deirdre Grey

Gender: woman (she/her)

Height: 5’3” (162cm)

Occupation: Pickpocket, previously Enquirer

Profile link

Prominent Skills: Watchful, Dangerous, Shadowy

Prominent Quirks: Ruthless, Austere, Melancholy, Daring

Reputation: Not much is known of the Lady Grey, a relatively new arrival in Fallen London, except that she is not picky about her line of work, however reputable it may be. Very little of her person is visible as well, covered as she is in high-collared black gowns and mourning veils. What is there, however, is strikingly unladylike- most of all the prominent burn scars that cover her face. Though she seems to abide by the explicit rules of etiquette and respectability, she does so in a manner so dogmatic one must doubt whether she has learned the unspoken rules of polite society. Rumour has it that she’s a social climber- a woman of ill repute who ended up marrying into nobility, hence her title. If so, then her widow’s garb might explain why she’s in London: an inheritance to claim, some say, while others whisper of a quest to avenge the death of a husband. Still, the people who have seen her walking- or rather marching- through Ladybones Road and Wolfstack Docks alike all agree that her mannerisms speak of a hard head and even harder boots, more often than not placed on some unfortunate fellow's face. 

Personality: 

RUTHLESS: Simply put, Deirdre is not the type of person to stray from the path she’s set herself on, be it a journey of revenge, a social climb or whatever her latest venture is. She also isn’t the type to know when to stop when said venture gets a bit too dangerous for her to handle, or when others are involved that may end up as collateral damage. She isn’t usually rash in her actions, but she definitely doesn’t fully calculate the consequences of her action much farther than doing A gets me to B;

AUSTERE:  Though she isn’t especially religious, Deirdre holds the firm belief that idle hands work for the Devil, so to speak, and so she doesn’t often participate in high society gatherings, or indulge in neathy delights unless her work calls for it. Probably these distracting idylls would force her to be alone with her thoughts for more than five minutes, or God forbid, hold polite and empty conversation in front of a number of people much higher than she is comfortable with.

MELANCHOLY: There’s something decidedly fatalistic in her way of thinking- she’d say that sometimes one loses because they were never meant to play the game in the first place, or that people cannot change who they truly are, only put on masks to their own detriment. The very literal veil hiding her face makes it clear that these sentiments are spoken from personal experience.

DARING: In the sentence “she isn’t usually rash” the keyword is “usually”. Deirdre doesn’t handle frustration very well: when a situation slips out of her control or goes sideways, she’s prone to acting erratically and diving headfirst into the first solution that comes to mind, or in yet another dangerous venture to distract herself from her own lack of patience.

+ EMOTIONALLY REPRESSED: Between the strange sense of propriety and her insistence to never stop whatever quest she’s on, it’s no wonder Deirdre hasn’t processed a single emotion of hers since the year 1867.

Fun facts:

She was born in 1855 in Belfast, and should be about 44 now, if the year 1899 hadn't stretched on beyond all possible reason.

Since the feast of Whitsun, her lodgings have become some sort of menagerie for a variety of animal companions, which she is forced to admit she loves dearly, and that if anything happened to them she would kill all of London and then herself.

(I also have a spotify playlist for her!)

#fallen london #fallen london oc #the relentless dowager #here's the reference post as promised ;)

[beanyboobee]

I dont know if i posted this before, but here is an old fanfic WIP of mine that i never finished. 

He did what he had to survive, He was not proud of it, hell he was never proud of anything he did so what difference did this make? But this, something about this situation filled him with guilt. If he had a choice, he would of never of been a part of whatever lady bone demon had been planning, but- he did not have a choice... and he did not know how- or even wanted to explain this to the others.  

He was not exempt from the blame despite his reasons, so he knew it would take a while to be forgiven, He was not even accepting any type of trust from these mortals, but he craved it all the same. They seemed so warm, when together, and Macaque felt a burning pit in his stomach whenever he witnessed that warmth, sometimes it almost made him feel sick. A constant reminder of something he never had.  

But that did not matter now, as he stood there, biting his thounge, as the burning gold eyes of Sun Wukong glared back at him, empty of any warmth, and who could blame him, for the danger Macaque put the kid through? But despite this, he could not help but find it a bit irony (and feel perhaps a little bit envious) that the great Wukong, who held no attachments in the world, could stand before him and judge him for his actions, as if the great mage himself did not have a lengthy list of wrong doings he never apologized for. As if he had not done worse to someone, he once claimed was his friend... as if he did not kill Macaque.  

As he had said before, He had a taste of what death was like, and did not like it very much. It was an understatement, meant to sugar coat his true feelings when talking to the kid, because damn it, death was painful, it was cold, and to be killed by someone you once cared about so deeply, it created a hollow feeling in one's chest that never went away. Macaque never asked to be brought back to life, and with Wukong standing in front of him, with such a dark look in his eyes, for a moment Macaque could not help but think that perhaps Wukong wished he stayed dead. But Ladybone demon had other plans, and though Macaque was currently wishing that he stayed dead right about now, he was not going to waste this second chance he had at living, he was no hero. He would not sacrifice his own life for the sake of others, so sue for him looking after his own skin and helping lady bone demon in return for his life. No one needed to know that his decision to help or not was truly life and death, all that they needed to know, is that now that he was free to do as he pleased, he would leave them alone.

At least at had been the plan, if it was not for Mk and his annoyingly bright eyes that pleaded for Macaque to visit every once in a while, and so what if Macaque also felt a strange attachment to that little girl who had previously been possessed by lady bone demon, he had a weak spot for kids all right! Let him be!

No matter how much he tried to scare the girl away, she always stayed, his powers did not frighten her, in fact she seemed excited whenever he did something with his shadows, often asking him to show her more shadow tricks, The dark didn’t make her cry like most kids her ages, she seemed to enjoy it more than the burning lights of day, and … her hands, were warm, whenever she grabbed onto the monkeys hand, and- it had been awhile since...anyone, wanted to be around him, let alone touch him.  

It was-...nice.  

And so, he had been planning to stick around just a little bit longer before he finally left, not that he had announced that yet, which led them to this very predicament, with a very pissed off Sun Wukong standing before him, glaring him down, as he demanded to know, why a terribly upset MK had come to him today saying that Macaque was thinking of leaving. To where? No one knew, but he was leaving apparently.  

This caused Macaque to internally cursed, realizing he should not have slipped up and told the kid about his plans so soon, he should have just left it till last minute, or better yet! Not of said anything at all! And just disappeared! At least that would have saved him from seeing the kid's crestfallen expression.  

But that did not change the fact that Wukong was standing before him now, and so- Macaque wanted to get this conversation over and done with as soon as possible, he chewed his bottom lip for a moment, before letting out a dragging sigh, lifting a jug from the table, he summoned two cups,  

“Drink?” he asked, gesturing for Wukong to sit at the other side of the small, square table.  

The monkey king, dropped himself down harshly to the ground, clearly still not in a good mood, before he grabbed one of the bottles on the table and took a swing out of it. 

“The kid said you were leaving.”

“oh he did?”

“dont play dumb with me Macaque, what are you up to? what sort of scheme do you have planned that you need to leave town for it”

----unfinished part, flash towards later in the same fic----

Macaque walked along the wall, balanced carefully as he strollled just as easily as one would on solid ground, The Monkey king having to look up as they talked, he waited for Macaque to continue, the other almost blending into the night sky if it wasnt for the street lamps. 

“You chose them. Choose him. Over me and that is fine. I have accepted it”

He should have been happy to hear that, Wukong knew he should be happy that Macaque had finally realized that, but why- why did it hurt so much to hear him admit that so casually, standing before him, having already died, blinded in one eye, but admitting that like he was simply speaking about the weather.  

Those eyes glancing towards him with total detachment hurt, from the way he swayed in the wind, as though they were merely acquaintances.

“i didn’t at first you know” he hummed, looking up towards the night sky, “at first, it ached. It was the worst pain I had ever felt, I mean” and then he started to laugh, “you were the only person in my life I considered a friend, the only person who-. Wanted me. So of course, it hurt to lose that. And when I found out it wasn’t because you were still trapped. When I found out you CHOSE to leave me. I acted out. But meeting MK. That kid- he convinced me to give people another try. So that is where I'm going, to try and find, MY people.” he mused jumping up and landing on the ledge of the wall gently, and continuing to walk along it, with a gentle and warm smile, a smile  wukong had not seen in decades and a smile- Wukong selfishly wanted to keep to himself for a little while longer.  

“People who- won't leave me”

Ok that stung.  

“So-” Wukongs throat felt dry as he spoke, “that is why you are leaving?”

Macaque gave a nod.  

“That’s why I'm leaving”

A silence fell between them, Macaque having said all that he wanted to say, and Wukong who did not know what to say. He could not ask Macaque to stay, he made it clear from the monkey's arrival that he wanted him gone, and even though that was not the case now, He had no reason to keep Macaque here, Wukong had always been a selfish creature, so telling Macaque to stay just because he wanted him too, because he did not want Macaque to leave, would just be another selfish thing he would be pushing onto the other, so he stayed quiet.  

He moved himself to stare ahead instead of towards the other, which seemed to be the wrong move as Macaque let out a loud sigh, the black furred monkey looking towards the monkey king with tired intrigue.  

“What is it, Peaches?”

“What’s what?” he grumbled.  

“Do not play dumb with me Wukong, you want to say something, what is it?”

“I don’t!”

“You do. I know your habits better than my own, now tell me, your thoughts are so loud it is making my ears bleed” he complained in a playful manner.  

It was just a passing comment, a comment that was not supposed to mean anything, but it made the monkey king pause, as a small smile played on his lips, it seemed not even after a few hundred years Macaque still could read him better than anyone And knowing Macaque he would not give up till he had gotten the true answer. So, with a sigh of his own, Wukong kicked a rock, much like a sulking child

“I- don’t want you to go..” he mumbled, not worried about not being heard. He would blame the drink for his honesty later, “but- I know you need to do this, its just- “ it was a selfish request, Wukong knew did, but as his eyes scrunched up in frustration he could not help but admit, “I hoped the kid being here would be enough for you stay close”

#lego monkie kid #mokie kid #lmk shadowpeach #lmk macaque #lmk monkey king #lmk fanfiction #lmk #shadowpeachshipping #shadowpeach #shadow peaches #shadowpeaches #monkie kid macaque #macaque x wukong #sun wuking x macaque #wukong x macaque

[tvntheatre]

I just find it entertaining, my playstyles for my FL characters over the past few days.

Robert: desperately trying to figure out how to make a huge steal in The Flit because she has done every big task but a flit of burglaries. Or generally just drawing whatever the heck is in their deck. Sometime this month, they realize they still hadn't tried going down the Spider Hole™ began buying several damned dangerous increasing items went in the church unscathed and returned bitten by several fucking spiders then they're prompted they have to go to The Weird State Where Things Are Wrong so Rob pushes the wounded bastard in Dream's Mirror. They only finally returned upon an evening before Christmas's month strook.

Robin: unable to decide if they should steal an unnecessary amount of Black Wing Absinthe, or actually start preparing for an expedition, (they're out of Whispered Hints or Appalling Secrets or Favors from the Docks.) or get d__ned GLIM for that person who keeps desperately knocking on his door for it, or find out how to get favors from the Docks, or find out how to procure random scandalous writings for an Ink Drenched Bat in their deck or—

Byron: The only one on their near merry way to making his name. Dangerous was his highest, spent several night sleepless and frantically writing, and spilling inks in the process. Many, many inks. He also keeps getting jumped by novices trying to make a name. (The young buck my beloathed) He's sick of it.

Xella: The only, other one who got a weird hansom cab pop up conveniently before them. She's still far from being, in any way, Dangerous, but xey've certainly succeeded in killing a lot of spiders.

Syr: They're just fucking around in Watchmaker's Hill, and trying to progress the Ladybones Road path specifically. And currently getting plagued with black bordered cards.

Ludicrous Syr: I don't know what they're doing at this point. I think they've risked their life trying to tackle a goat. And won. (technically)

Dr. Prattz: They're maniacally trying to progress as quickly as possible because they want to commit medical malpractice. And just slighted several devils in the process.

yet to beCaptain Altas: Pathetically behind on the Persuazive arts. The rubbery lumps incident abzolutely tarnizhed them, and zey ztill haven't recovered.

Conductor Macbeth: They just got here after they fell into the ocean, fished out and then immediately imprisoned, they're severely disoriented. but they have sent about two random people they're never met —Rob :DD— packages because they could.

#Fallen London #Fallen London Rambling #🕰A word from the Fallen #I should make a damned tag list for this blog.

[lovelypurpletyphoon]

Today, Merlot visited Watchmaker's Hill.At first he stepped into Medusa's Head...and walked right back out. Such an establishment is no place for a lost vampire. He then traveled back to Ladybones Road for some time, conversing with a vicar who had some...worrying questions, like if devils could be killed. He quickly decided that he was in no place to try answering this question for the time, and decided to investigate the Department of Vermin Eradication.

He helped a woman with a moth infestation before taking up a job regarding a rodent of unusual size. It took some investigating, but he managed to slay the beast, bringing back its head to the department. Afterwards he was invited for drinks by some vermin hunters, eagerly spending time drinking and armwrestling with his newfound companions. While the monster hunting was left to his beloved Erasmus before he arrived in Fallen London, he began to see the appeal of the profession. Oh, the tales he'd tell when he returned to the surface.

During his time in Watchmaker's Hill, he overheard legends of a massive bat-like creature known as The Vake. A curious legend that he'd be keen to investigate. Perhaps there were other vampires down here beside himself? What would Erasmus do in this situation? Well, that would be a quest for another day. He needed a stable job and permanent housing before starting such a quest.

#fallen london #absolute noob #noob adventures

[multiversal-pig-outing]

Yo mei if you saw a red boy dangling off a cliff and you knew it wouldn't kill him would you still pull him up or would you tap dance on those fingers

Before the ladybone demon stuff yes just yes. But now pulled him up being he did help me with controlling the samhadi fire.

#fat #monkie kid #mei

[kmp78]

nana, "the seductress"

For the people who think Nana is trying to seduce Jared, are you kidding me? Jared is very far from being naive, Nana works for him, if she tried something with him, he would use her to his advantage

Nana knows a lot of things about Jared just like all of his assistants, I think she is now more than an assistant maybe a friend, she knows EVERYTHING

and let's go with the shitty character that Jared has if Nana to make publications that could be related to him, it means that he approves, remember that he controls all the people in his circle, that includes Nana, Cara, Emery and all the people who are with him.

***

I would think even if a PA had any kind of pink goggles or fangirl daydreams about him when they first sign their employment papers, HIS TRUE NATURE would be revealed on their 1st day at the office and that would be the end of all their dreams of becoming Mrs. Leto. 😂

Bitchred on a Monday morning would be enough to kill anyone's ladyboner. 😂🫣😬

#submission

[chuthulhu-reads]

Week B: Basic Instinct

[ID: the poster for the film Basic Instinct, showing Sharon Stone's character looking menacingly over Michael Douglas' shoulder. End ID.]

I picked this up after getting on a Paul Verhoeven kick after watching Robocop at Christmas. There’s a whole bunch of famous tropes and memes to do with this film but I realized, on putting it on, that I hadn’t the faintest idea what it was actually about. The first two minutes consisting mostly of tits and blood really set a tone, though!

Is it good? I’mmmmmm gonna go with no, though that may just be personal preference. Most of the characters are deeply unlikable people, which I know is the point, but only a couple of them are really interesting and they get kinda incoherent over the course of the film, and the soundtrack is cheese as fuuuuuuuck. Might be another Paul Verhoeven satire that’s too subtle for its own good despite not at all being a subtle film--the protagonist is experiencing remarkably few consequences for killing a whole bunch of innocent people by the end of the film, probably because he’s a cop.

Is it fun? If you like lurid murder mysteries, sure, but I feel like I’m not the target audience here. I’m also not saying that gratuitous tits and gore aren’t fun, but I just wasn’t a fan of it here. It was very heavily Male Gaze, and I want to emphasize that that doesn't just mean "looking at hot women", because I like looking at Sharon Stone as much as the next lesbian, but that the film and cinematography are just not interested in presenting any of the women present as fully realized human people. That always kinda kills my ladyboner, y'know?

Is it queer? Yes, in that there are multiple queer women, but all three of the named ones are varying flavours of Evil Sexy who are preoccupied with messing with men, at least two are murderers (possibly all three) and 2/3 of them have died violently by the end while the third ends the film having sex with a man. Their sexuality’s pretty clearly tied in with them being Sexy, Dangerous, and Mentally Unwell (though put less politely in the film).

I did really like the famous scene with Sharon Stone uncrossing and re-crossing her legs to flash the police, though, because she does it in an interrogation just to fuck with them and I respect that. She’s at her most fun in the earlier parts of the film where she’s just fucking with the police, imo--she seems most like a person when she's having fun knowing her legal rights and manipulating people so she can see some shit and get notes for her books. She's far more compelling and interesting than the guy Michael Douglas was playing, at any rate.

Are you struggling with a giant to-watch list? Watch something beginning with B and tell me about it!

#Basic Instinct #Queer

[semisomnosres]

So Mingwei was it? The Hostess? I hope I'm right LMAO. So uh I have this stuck in my rotten brain since yesterday so like since she has ladybone Demon powers now. Is the Mayor still there? Like still following or serving her?

Oh and how about the Bone mech? That Gigantic tall ass bone demon robot. Is she able to Summon or still use it?

Yes, Mingwei (the hostess of the body that bone demon captured) received some of her strength even after the demon was expelled from her, being a container for quite a long time affected her and hepled to absorb some of LBD strength.

Along with the power, the Mayor is also "handed" to her. (At the end of the story LBD will be sealed again, I don't think it's possible to kill her, I'm talking about her very essence) It seems to me that he was created to serve the LBD power itself, regardless of who exactly this power will be transferred to (although there were only girls on the mural, maybe the power is transmitted only through the female line, because it did not affect the DBK in any way after idk)

Want this or nor, it doesn`t matter, this is currently his main function. 

If the Mayor was outside when LBD was locked up, why not leave him as well this time for au? In addition he is teaching Mingwei to control her new power, which sometimes seems like a curse, according to the girl, he can also help in everyday things, why not. Since LBD is actually still alive, there is a chance that after getting out of prison again, she will take control of the Mayor (or while still being sealed, she will somehow influence him) - but with the advent of Mingwei, it now works differently. 

The mayor obeys the source of power (since there are now two of them now: Mingwei and LBD), which is closer to him or at least not drowned out by foreign objects (such as LBD, which is 100% sealed so that in a hundred years you will not find her and you will not free her). And since Mingwei is literally in the same city with him and nothing prevents her power from existing, he reconnected to her like Bluetooth and now she is his owner.

Something tells me that the bone mech will be broken by the end of the series. And to fix it, you will need to cook at least one spider queen, and this item is very unlikeable for Mingwei (she already had enough to see how a demon is cooked alive in agony once) Or as an option: she will be able to summon him, but a smaller and not so strong version

#semisomnosres #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk mayor #monkie kid mayor #the mayor #Mingwei #bai mingwei #lmk lbd #monkie kid LBD #LBD

[cynthiaandsamus]

@herofest​ submitted two naughty pics:

one

"Swimsuits count right? Calli-senpai?"

two

For Calli

Costume Contest Entry #13

“Damn Kronii you trying to kill me by giving me a huge ladyboner? But yeah, both of those are nice...”

[beanyboobee]

thoughts? should i continue this Shadowpeach prompt into an actual fic?

He did what he had to survive, He was not proud of it, hell he was never proud of anything he did so what difference did this make? But this, something about this situation filled him with guilt. If he had a choice, he would of never of been a part of whatever lady bone demon had been planning, but- he did not have a choice... and he did not know how- or even wanted to explain this to the others.  

He was not exempt from the blame despite his reasons, so he knew it would take a while to be forgiven, He was not even accepting any type of trust from these mortals, but he craved it all the same. They seemed so warm, when together, and Macaque felt a burning pit in his stomach whenever he witnessed that warmth, sometimes it almost made him feel sick. A constant reminder of something he never had.  

But that did not matter now, as he stood there, biting his thounge, as the burning gold eyes of Sun Wukong glared back at him, empty of any warmth, and who could blame him, for the danger Macaque put the kid through? But despite this, he could not help but find it a bit irony (and feel perhaps a little bit envious) that the great Wukong, who held no attachments in the world, could stand before him and judge him for his actions, as if the great mage himself did not have a lengthy list of wrong doings he never apologized for. As if he had not done worse to someone, he once claimed was his friend... as if he did not kill Macaque.  

As he had said before, He had a taste of what death was like, and did not like it very much. It was an understatement, meant to sugar coat his true feelings when talking to the kid, because damn it, death was painful, it was cold, and to be killed by someone you once cared about so deeply, it created a hollow feeling in one's chest that never went away. Macaque never asked to be brought back to life, and with Wukong standing in front of him, with such a dark look in his eyes, for a moment Macaque could not help but think that perhaps Wukong wished he stayed dead. But Ladybone demon had other plans, and though Macaque was currently wishing that he stayed dead right about now, he was not going to waste this second chance he had at living, he was no hero. He would not sacrifice his own life for the sake of others, so sue for him looking after his own skin and helping lady bone demon in return for his life. No one needed to know that his decision to help or not was truly life and death, all that they needed to know, is that now that he was free to do as he pleased, he would leave them alone.

At least at had been the plan, if it was not for Mk and his annoyingly bright eyes that pleaded for Macaque to visit every once in a while, and so what if Macaque also felt a strange attachment to that little girl who had previously been possessed by lady bone demon, he had a weak spot for kids all right! Let him be!

No matter how much he tried to scare the girl away, she always stayed, his powers did not frighten her, in fact she seemed excited whenever he did something with his shadows, often asking him to show her more shadow tricks, The dark didn’t make her cry like most kids her ages, she seemed to enjoy it more than the burning lights of day, and … her hands, were warm, whenever she grabbed onto the monkeys hand, and- it had been awhile since...anyone, wanted to be around him, let alone touch him.  

It was-...nice.  

And so, he had been planning to stick around just a little bit longer before he finally left, not that he had announced that yet, which led them to this very predicament, with a very pissed off Sun Wukong standing before him, glaring him down, as he demanded to know, why a terribly upset MK had come to him today saying that Macaque was thinking of leaving. To where? No one knew, but he was leaving apparently.  

This caused Macaque to internally cursed, realizing he should not have slipped up and told the kid about his plans so soon, he should have just left it till last minute, or better yet! Not of said anything at all! And just disappeared! At least that would have saved him from seeing the kid's crestfallen expression.  

But that did not change the fact that Wukong was standing before him now, and so- Macaque wanted to get this conversation over and done with as soon as possible, he chewed his bottom lip for a moment, before letting out a dragging sigh, lifting a jug from the table, he summoned two cups,  

“Drink?” he asked, gesturing for Wukong to sit at the other side of the small, square table.  This- was going to be a long night. 

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid mei #myfanfiction #my fanfic #monkie kid mk #monkie kid macaque #monkie kid wukong #monkie kid sun wukong #shadowpeaches #shadowpeach #macaque x wukong #wukong x macaque #sun wukong x macaque

[epicgamer1984]

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[anomalouscorvid]

i've had at least three fallen london related dreams recently, which is interesting. in typical dream fashion, all three made no sense. the first one the only thing i've been able to remember of it was that i saw somebody's blog where the description was some variant of 'i would let the vake kill me', and they just. kept on changing it. every time i refreshed the page, it was something else, and when they were asked about it, the person confirmed that there was nothing more to it, they just really wanted to be hunted down by a giant bat.

the second dream was more recent, and involved me being my own fallen london character. except a futuristic robot, for some reason. also, the trains were all modern, but nothing else was. got on a train from ladybones road to bugsby's marches (i specifically remember that) to exterminate some sorrow spiders. (the scenery outside the train windows was pretty nice, fairly recognisably the Neath) met some guy named jack along the way who had also been hired to do the exact same thing. turned out the person who'd hired us was the scarred naturalist (but, like, just Some Guy), who basically went "nope there's nothing wrong here :) you can turn around and go home without the payment :)" while i knew full well that there was still a pretty bad infestation there. so i, the futuristic robot (nobody commented on this in the dream!), just took the payment meant for both jack and i, and just. left. specifically, i walked into a river, before waking up.

the third and final dream, which i had last night, was basically just. i located one of the masters at a party, (in a modern setting) i think it was veils? but could've been anyone, it was that generic. for some reason it didn't wear, like. a cloak or anything. just. showing off the fact that yep that's a bat. (well. not quite.) so i asked it for an interview. ended up in a dark, windowless room with it and nobody else. my first question was about the fact that this thing did not look like a bat. to be precise, i asked why it looked almost exactly like a humanoid wolf with wings and glowing eyes, and not like a humanoid bat, as you might expect of a curator. it never answered, nor did it let me ask any more questions. understandable.

#fallen london #i have dreams that are very...vivid? lots of visual details. #and i usually remember those details very well. #i think in return for that increase my dreams literally never make sense. #like yeah they can be accurate enough. but there's always that one detail. #others seem to occasionally get dreams that make sense and are perfect. i never get those...

[themandadlorianbod]

Speaking of half his age fans of Twitter, it killed my ladyboner a little bit that he called us “kids”. No P, we want you to be our daddy but not in that way! 😩

haha I assumed he was referring to the under-22s lmao, a group I do not belong to haha.

also, right as I went to answer this, I got this text from my Gen X mom 😅 she better not start saying poggers...

#ask me anything 💜

[bunnivalentine]

@empathicdesign​ + continued from HERE ! 

it’s comical to watch will nearly fumble at a loss for words. Micha can’t help but quietly hope for his reaction. a soft chuckle manages to be held. how cute. nails tap on the stem of her wine glass— she waits for the right moment to continue the conversation. if he CHOKED and tumbled — she’d hate explaining his death to the cops. despite the humour, she did find in his reply; whatever ladyboner she DID have managed to shrivel inside her body. 

“ uh...maybe I should have asked for more of your wit. it’d save you the trouble of killing the mood…”

#empathcidesign #// dfkonsdfj