#lucs text tag

[suunkiised]

I've been thinking of a post-canon au idea

Basically, once Sebastian eats oCiel's soul and goes on with different contracts. He starts to realise that he actually prefered his contract with oCiel because the wait was worth it.

Until, Seb starts to understand that he wasn't missing the execution of gaining a soul & the slow process. But rather the memories and people he met, helped and lost along the way.

This results in him going rouge, not making any contracts and instead just eating souls whenever he sees fits. Travelling around the world and not staying in one place until he decides to revisit London.

This is around our time, and when Sebastian gets there. He finds himself a job as a model for Nina Hoppkins, which slowly turns into Sebastian re-meeting everyone & even meeting nee faces.

#rouge demon au #sebastian michaelis #kuroshitsuji #black butler #black butler au #kuroshitsuji au #i'll draw him promise!! #lucs text tag

[astramachina]

Mending a waistcoat while listening to Husband Material when the weather outside is foggy and cool like.... goddamn. 10/10

#these two idiots are everything to me and i appreciate that the sequel is about learning that balance between relationships. #Luc is such a disaster but he's LEARNING and it makes my heart all warm and fuzzy. #text tag

[aliennasaprincess]

If godard wasn't French, he would not be considered a "cinephile" type director at all, tbh

#jean luc godard #text tag

[azsazz]

Midnight Muse (Part 24)

Azriel x Reader [Art School AU]

Summary: You and your best friend Feyre have just moved into a new apartment for your sophomore year of college at art school. What you didn't know when you signed the lease is that you'd be living next to three rowdy boys.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3,511

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Things slowly begin to enter a new normal.

You go to class, see your friends, and spend most nights with your boyfriend, licking, teasing, tasting each other on every available inch of skin you can find. The five of you hang out as a group and you’ve never been happier.

You’re even passing art history, thanks to Azriel’s fool-proof system of studying; a sexual favor in exchange for every correct answer you give.

For the most part, everything seems like a dream. Compared to the beginning of your year, it is. There's still that niggling feeling inside of you that you just can’t seem to get over, though. As you sit in the art building working on your project for Alis’ class, you’re not entirely sure what to do. It’s the last assignment before the semester ends and you’ve started and restarted the drawing three times already, all of your attempted creativity fizzling out within hours.

Now, with only two days to go before it’s due for critique, you’re on the cusp of tears. It’s not from lack of trying, but because you’ve been forcing yourself to tap into your inner creative and find your muse. You want to create something that you’re proud of, but there’s nothing for your heart to grasp onto, no genius ideas that make you want to pour your soul onto the paper.

You’re starting to think that you might fail this class.

Feyre had offered to tag along, but she’s already finished her project fairly quickly after the assignment was given out, and things have been a bit awkward between you and Lucien since he found out that you and Azriel are officially dating. 

Naturally, the event had occurred after one of your drawing classes. It almost felt like deja vu, with the way Azriel was waiting outside of the building. This time, you were more than happy to see your boyfriend, who was leaning up against the side of his motorcycle, helmet tucked under his arm with a second one perched beside him. 

You could admit that you’re starting to enjoy riding on his motorcycle with him. He’s even taken you to his favorite spot where he often goes to draw or think, escaping the stressors of his life back on campus such as his father pestering him about the buying building he lives in. He hasn’t responded to a single text message.

“(Y/N), hold up a minute,” Lucien said, stopping you from going down the stairs of the building to meet your boyfriend with a hand on your shoulder. Feyre continues downward after you gently wave her on, but you don’t miss the way Azriel’s eyes narrow.

“What’s up, Luc?” you ask, although you already know what he’s wondering. It doesn’t take a genius to understand that whatever you and Azriel had started out as is now the complete opposite. He’s no longer your infuriating neighbor, but the boy you you’re slowly starting to fall—

Thankfully, Lucien interrupts the thought before you can dwell on it too long. “What’s going on with him?” he asks, jerking his head to where Feyre and Azriel are talking quietly. The latter watches you and Lucien’s exchange intently. “I thought you two hated each other, but now you’re hanging out with him all of the time? Did I miss something?” 

A pang of guilt gnaws at your stomach. You feel bad for not telling Lucien about your newfound romance with Azriel, but you’ve been wanting to tell him over lunch or coffee, but with the end of the semester projects and tests coming up, the both of you had been too busy to properly hang out.

Your cheeks heat and it’s hard to look him in his eyes when he looks so confused. “Yeah, um, Azriel and I are sort of dating now.”

Lucien frowns, “Sort of?” 

“We are,” you shake your head, answering more solidly this time. “We’re dating.” 

You don’t miss the hurt that flashes through his eyes. “Why didn’t you say anything?” 

You sigh, kicking and digging the tip of your shoe into the concrete for something to focus on. You don’t like the way that Lucien is looking at you, like you’re no longer his friend, which isn’t the case at all. Sure, you know that for whatever reason he and Azriel don’t see eye-to-eye, and you can admit that you’ve only fed into that storyline by spending most of your time these days with Azriel and not taking the proper time to check in with your friend, but right you feel like you’re the one at blame for not reaching out.

It seems as if Azriel has had enough, pushing up from his motorcycle to ascend the stairs. His strides are long, sure, and his spine straightens with each step closer he takes, shoulders widening and chest puffing. 

“Hey, princess.” 

“Azriel,” you greet with a nervous smile, accepting the way he tucks you into his side and presses a kiss to your cheek. His hand is firm against your hip and you enjoy the way he feels, the way he allows you to siphon some of his strength for this conversation. “This is Lucien. Lucien, this is Azriel.” 

The two boys stare at each other, sizing one another up. It makes you shift on your feet but Azriel’s hold only tightens, showing you off, staking his claim.

It’s awkward, to say the least. Neither of them greet each other and it's as if they’re both waiting for the other to look away first so the other can snap at their neck like a rabid dog. You shoot a look towards Feyre but her head is buried in her phone, an enormous smile on her face, completely oblivious to the pissing contest that’s happening up the stairs.

A muscle ticks in Lucien's jaw before he rips his gaze away from Azriel to settle back on yours. He gives you a single nod, and you’re not sure how to feel when his throat works around a swallow, his normally honeyed voice coming out rougher. “I have to go, actually, before I’m late. I’ll see you around, (Y/N).” 

“Lucien,” you call, but he’s already turned down the stairs and is brushing past Feyre, whose eyebrows furrow with concern at the sight of your friend. She tries to speak to him but he brushes her off gently, and when her heavy blue-gray eyes settle on you, you deflate into Azriel’s side. 

You feel similarly to how you did then, defeated and glum. The piece of drawing paper before you is filled with the darkness from your charcoal, your fingers coated in the chalky substance, and the shapes you’d been sketching stare back at you, taunting you, because no one is going to be able to finish this except for you.

It’s a fairly simple task, to draw yourself as some sort of hybrid, but as you look in the mirror hanging to your left, you can’t seem to figure out what kind of creature resonates with you. Feyre had drawn herself as some sort of beast, her true self, she claimed. When you had asked Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel what they had done when they took their drawing classes, Rhysand said he drew himself with dragon features, Cassian morphed himself with a grizzly bear, and Azriel had drawn himself with the bat wings inked across his back.

The last time you spoke with Lucien before your relationship became strained, he’d been drawing half of his face as a fox, and you’d seen one of the other girls in your class, Vassa, you think her name is, drawing herself as a phoenix. Everyone seemed to light up with their ideas immediately when Alis had announced the final project, and you had only ducked your head, unsure of what to do.

Voices trickling down the hall startle you from your thoughts. You set your chalk down as you recognize the tenor, the laughter echoing around the silent building. Azriel and Cassian appear in the doorway to the classroom. Cassian’s splattered with clay from having been working on his own final project of the year, something he’s been boasting about but refuses to tell anyone what it is, and the smile that lights Azriel’s face when his eyes connect with yours is perfect.

You hadn’t realized how tense your shoulders had been, but the way they deflate at the sight of him makes you realize just how tired you are. There isn’t much time left until your project is due, and you’re sure to remind yourself that once again, you need to focus.

But the way Azriel’s eyes drag down your hands, coated in soot from the charcoal, flaring with heat, you’re forgetting your deadline and the project you’ve barely started completely. 

“Hey, princess,” Azriel greets, leaning down to press a firm kiss to your mouth. You can’t help but to slant against him a little, your energy from your long night sapped. His hand caresses your cheek and he frowns a little, examining your exhausted and frustrated state.

Your heart flutters at the warmth, at the care he shows you. How he isn’t afraid to hide his hands from you because you’ve spent night after night showing him just how much they mean to you. 

“Hi,” you reply with a soft yet strained smile, you turn to Cassian next. “Hey, Cass.” 

“Hey (Y/N). How’s the art project coming along?” 

You sigh, leaning further into Azriel’s warmth. “Not amazing, if I’m being honest.” 

“What’s wrong?” Azriel asks, “It looks like you have a solid start.” 

You crinkle your nose, examining your paper. It looks more abstract than anything, and you wonder for a moment if Azriel’s just being nice about it. But you know him better than that, and he would never tease you about a craft so dear to both of your hearts. 

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” you groan.”I’ve started over three times.” All you want to do is throw your head in your hands but you don’t want to get chalk all over your face, unless Azriel is the one putting it there. Naked.

Maybe having sex will help get your creativity flowing?

Your boyfriend frowns for a moment, examining your work. You can see the cogs turning in his head, how he might help you figure out what to draw for your project. Of course, you could easily draw any animal mixed with yourself, but you really want this one to have meaning behind it. 

“Why don’t you take a break and we can all grab something to eat?” Azriel suggests. “A break might do you some good, and Cass and I were going to head over to Ritas.” 

A hot waffle and a large milkshake sounds absolutely superb right now, to be honest.

You stare at the paper before you. You really should stay and put in a few more hours of work, but at the same time you can’t stand to stare at it any longer. 

Two more days. You still have two more days.

“Yeah, I could use a snack,” you agree, picking up your pencil box from the floor and tossing your sticks of chalk into it. “Give me a few minutes to pack up.” You stand from your art horse, eyeing the mess of black. “You should too, Cassian. You’re covered in clay.”

He only grins and you—once again—regret saying anything to him. “The ladies like it dirty, (Y/N). But you know a little something about that, don't you?”

You try to force the warmth from your cheeks as you think of just how thorough Azriel had been the last time he drew you. How up close and personal he’d gotten with his stick of charcoal, how up close and personal he let you get with some paints you’d bought. 

Sometimes you love being an artist.

“Fuck off, Cass,” Azriel gripes, flipping your large sketchpad shut. He helps you pack your things while Cassian snickers, and his eyes are hot when you rub your hands together, trying to dispel the dust from them. He slings your backpack over his shoulder and your sketchpad under his arm while you dart off to wash your hands before Azriel can get any ideas. 

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Rita’s is…bustling for a Friday night. 

It looks completely different from when you’d been here last. No sign of the irritable waitress, no sign of anything really, you’re unable to see through the mass of the crowd, stuffed in booths and gyrating in whatever open space is left.

The lights are low. A colorful disco ball spins in the center of the diner that you hadn’t even noticed your first time here. Spots of color percolate around the room, seeming to guide the students on the little dancefloor as they sway their bodies, the tables lined up against the walls for this purpose.

“Rhys and Feyre are on their way,” Cassian says, reading a message on his phone before swiping at the screen. You don’t see the way that his eyes darken at whatever notification pops up because Azriel’s tugging you through the crowd.

The air is hot with bodies and laughter and as you make your way through the throng of people, you’re glad Azriel had talked you into a quick pit stop at the apartment to put your things away, as if he had known the diner would look like this tonight. He must spend more time here than you thought because he eases through the crowd, shoulders lax, letting the clubby music pouring from the jukebox wash over him.

“Are you sure this is Rita’s?” you call over Azriel’s shoulder, genuinely confused to how the dingy daytime diner has turned into this delightful nighttime dance party.

He tosses you a smile over his shoulder that makes your heart flutter.

“It’s where all of the cool kids go before and after the bars,” Cassian teases when Azriel finally finds an empty spot for the three of you to stand. He’s scouring the restaurant as if he’s looking for someone and returns his hazel gaze to you with a lazy grin. “C’mon, (Y/N), it’s like you don’t even go here.”

You roll your eyes, grumbling a little as Azriel pulls you to his front, settling his hands on your hips. The music is surprisingly loud but it’s good, causing you to roll your hips a little with the rhythm. Your boyfriend’s grip tightens, pulling you closer, and you can feel the interested bulge in his pants as his breathing turns heavier with your motions. 

“Spent most of my time at house parties last year,” you answer, shouting over the volume of the bar. “I’m hardly of drinking age, lest you forget.” You lean towards Cassian so he can hear you, pressing your ass further into Azriel’s cock. His thumb sneaks under the hem of your shirt, brushing against your exposed skin, sending a shiver up your spine. 

As if he isn’t the one that brought you here, he seems to have changed his mind fairly quickly.

“In that case, allow me to buy you a drink, my lady,” Cassian bows a little, taking his time eyeing the lower region of a girl that passes by. “What are you having?” 

You shrug, no longer in the mood for a milkshake. You scan the crowd, flickering over everyone on the dancefloor as you mull it over. “Something with rum,” you answer, and you don’t even think he’s listening anymore as the girl gives him a salacious smile over her shoulder and he starts chasing tail. 

“Think he’s coming back?” you ask over your shoulder. Your squeal is eaten up by the changing of songs as your boyfriend spins you abruptly in his arms, plastering his hips against yours in a slow grind that matches the heavy bass that makes the crowd cheer in excitement. 

“Don’t care,” he breathes into the shell of your ear. He follows his words with a nip at your lobe and you bite your lip, winding your arms around his neck. 

“Azriel,” you tut, but you can’t stop looking at his lips. His stare is hot and his hold is demanding, keeping you glued to his front as you grind your hips against his teasingly. “Cassian is your friend.”

“I don’t want to hear another man’s name on your lips right now, princess,” Azriel all but growls, golden eyes igniting. 

“What do you want?” you ask breathlessly, your nipples tightening into pebbles beneath your shirt. 

You’re thankful no one’s eyes are on you right now, all lost in their own conversations or dances with their partners. You don’t think it would matter if they were looking anyway, because you’re so focused on Azriel and the way his body reacts to a simply press of your body against his, warmth flooding you the way it always does when he’s around, that you might need that drink poured over you to pull your attention from him. 

“First, I want to take you home,” his hand strokes a long line up your spine and he buries it in the hair at the nape of your neck. You gasp at his firm hold, arousal dripping to your core when Azriel uses that hand to guide your head away from him to suck at your neck. You arch into him, eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Then, I’m going to strip you of all of these clothes,” his free hand grabs a handful of your ass and your approving hum sounds more like a moan. “And I’m going to ask you to ride me, princess. I want you to guide my cock into your tight, drenched pussy and take what you want, because you’re my needy girl, aren’t you?” 

“Yes,” your nails rake down the back of his shirt.

“And when you’re cumming on my cock, squeezing me tight, I want you to—”

“Your drinks,” Cassian says gruffly, shoving a cup between you and Azriel. It forces him to stand straight, glaring absolute daggers at his best friend but it seems to bound off of Cassian’s shoulders easily, because he looks just as pissed.

You’re still a bit dazed, so it takes you a moment or two to figure out what’s going on. Azriel won’t let you leave your position, can’t let you leave your position because his boner if full on fucking raging right now, but he does allow you to turn around again, taking the drink from Cassian to quickly take a sip, trying to quench your parched throat.

“Thanks,” you say but Cassian hardly acknowledges it, passing a beer over to Azriel. He had two still clenched firmly in his free hand but he takes one and slams it back quickly, emptying its contents before Azriel’s even had a sip of his own. 

“You okay, Cass?” Azriel asks, his hand sliding protectively over your hip. There’s no need to protect you from Cassian, but even you can admit as you shift from one foot to the other, that it’s weird seeing him like this. Not as carefree as he normally is. 

“Fucking dandy,” Cassian grunts, hazel eyes grazing down where you and Azriel are still pressed tightly together. He looks away just as quickly and you think you see his lip curl a little.

Azriel stiffens behind you.

What the hell is going on with him?

Before you have the chance to ask or Azriel has the chance to bait him, Feyre’s pushing through the crowd, towing Rhys behind her. One girl glares at her as she passes but Feyre doesn’t seem to notice, eyes lit with happiness when they finally reach your little group, unaware of the clouds of tension bubbling around the three of you.

Cassian makes an effort not to choke down his entire second beer but it’s all too tempting. He takes a deep sip so he doesn’t have to speak.

“Hey,” she greets, cheeks a little flushed already. Rhysand and she must have been drinking before they came out. Or had sex. 

“Hi,” you respond, trying to keep your grip on your cup relaxed. Cassian is acting strange. You glance up at him again but he’s avoiding eye contact with everyone right now, glaring into the mass of people. Yup, definitely avoiding looking at any of you.

“Rhys,” you hear Feyre say as you share a confused look with Azriel. His brows are pulled tight as he examines one of his best friends. He’d seemed fine back at the art building, his normal cheery and cheeky attitude threatening to drive him up the wall, so what happened between then and now? “Will you go get me a drink, please?” 

“Of course, Feyre darling,” he agrees, but Cassian’s already shoving past him, muttering how he’ll get them drinks. Rhysand’s mouth parts but Cassian has already disappeared into the crowd. Well, as much as any six-foot-five man can disappear. “What’s his problem?” 

Azriel shakes his head, taking a sip of his beer. “If we only knew.”

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[asumofwords]

The Sublet - Roommate!AU

Warnings: She/her pronouns, slow burn, angst. Tags will be added as the fic goes along.

Pairings: Modern!Aemond x Reader

Summary: Living with Helaena Targaryen was one of the best decisions you had ever made. Meeting at university, the two of you became thick as thieves and quickly best friends, moving into a flat together. But what will happen when Helaena has to leave, and her quiet, brooding, brother moves in?

Notes: Hello angels! Sorry for the late update for this one, got lost in the sauce of writing the Til Death Do Us Part oneshot. Haha anyway, here is the new chapter, I hope you enjoy! <3

Chapter 7: Hard truths

It was the tension that was the most unbearable part of it all. The feeling of words that had been left unspoken, apologies not voiced aloud, grievances that were left to fester in the quiet of the apartment after that fateful night. 

When you went to work the next day, your eyes had been puffy from crying, and Jasper had asked you on multiple occasions what was wrong. You had told him it was your allergies, dust in the office irritating your eyes, but you could tell by just the way he had looked at you that he didn’t believe you. 

You felt entirely defeated by it all.

Exhausted by it.

Tiptoeing in your own home, walking on eggshells, hiding in your room, not making a peep to avoid the cold glares of Aemond. And he had done much the same, staying out late, or going straight to his room when he got home. 

And by the time the time the weekend had rolled in, you had had enough of sulking and decided to reply to Cregan’s invitation with a very enthusiastic yes.

Cregan told you that the boys would all be there, even Jacaerys and Lucerys, who were yet to head to the Keep to be with their family, the weekend being a final hurrah before the storm that waited for them back in their old home.

When you woke that morning, excited that the weekend was finally here and that you had something to look forward to in the evening, you decided you were going to do a quick clean of the apartment, chucking on some noise cancelling headphones and making your way to the kitchen. 

You made swift work of it, and before long, you were washing your hair and getting ready for the night. Cregan had texted you excitedly saying the boys were keen to see you, and had asked if you wanted to go to his first.

You threw on an outfit that was short and sleek, hugging your curves perfectly and revealing ample cleavage. Paired with a bit of a smokey eye and your hair in a style you favoured, you looked at yourself in the mirror and smirked. 

You looked hot. 

Really hot. 

When you came out of your room, Aemond was on the couch, watching as you ordered your Uber to take you straight to Cregan’s. You didn’t spare him a single glance, but you knew he was looking at you. You could feel the heat of his gaze roaming over your body. 

Leaving without a goodbye, you hopped straight into your Uber and headed to Cregan’s, greeted by the hulking figure at the door, with loud chattering behind him and music playing. 

“Look at you.” Cregan smirked as you gave him a little spin.

“Look at me.” You winked, jumping into his arms for a massive hug, the large man picking you off the ground with a shift of his back as you squealed, before placing you back down. 

“The boys are keen to see you.”

You smiled, following him down the hall to the lounge room where Cregan’s friends all sat on various couches and chairs.

Two familiar faces came into view, Jacaerys and Lucerys Velaryon.

Both brown haired boys gazes fell on you, wide smiles spreading on their cheeks. Jacaerys jumped up with a cry of your name before rushing towards you, pulling you into a soft hug, followed by his younger brother Lucerys, who had grown a foot since the last time you saw him. Lost were his cherubic cheeks, and in their place, cheekbones that sat high on his face like his mother. 

“It's been so long!” You whined, looking at Luc who now stood taller than you, “Fuck you’ve grown. What are they feeding you on Dragonstone?”

Lucerys blushed, looking away before a smirk pulled at his lips, “Not enough. You haven’t grown a bit.”

“I stopped growing a long time ago, you ass.” You chuckled.

You didn’t get to see Jacaerys and Lucerys often, having met them a few times through Cregan, and the others through Helaena. At one point you had classes with the older brother, and he had always been nothing but kind and respectful towards you.

Despite not seeing them as often as you wished, you still considered them good friends. 

Scanning the rest of the room, you spotted the one and only Kermit Tully, seated beside his brother Elmo Tully. After Daeron's confession to you on the phone the other day, you couldn’t even look at Kermit without having burning questions. You put them in the back of your mind to ask later.

Cerwyn, Cregan’s best friend who was as large and as broad as Stark was, stood by the window smoking a joint, giving you a small wave and a smile from across the room.

“Where are we going first?” You asked, being handed your favourite drink from Cregan as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. 

“We should go to the Red Kraken.” Jace suggested, sitting back down in his seat to sip on his beer.

Cerwyn chuckled, “You keen to see Dalton again?” He asked you, eyebrow raised. 

Dalton Greyjoy, owner of the Red Kraken, was a man a few years older than Cregan. The last time you had went to his venue with the Stark, he had suggested the three of you go back to his when he clocked off. It was brazen and daring, but you couldn’t deny the man was attractive. He had dark hair and dark brown eyes that were almost black.

Dalton stood taller than Cregan, if you could believe it, and was often found at one of the local boxing rings for fun. 

“I mean, I wouldn’t say I didn’t want to see him again.” You cheeked, Jacaerys chuckling on the couch as he explained the situation to a very confused Luc, the younger boys cheeks going a bright red.

“Hey!” Cregan chastised you, pinching your side.

“What? He’s handsome and ruggish. A bit more dark and mysterious than you are.”

“No mystery with that one.” Kermit piped up from his seat, taking a cheeky sip of his drink, eyes watching you over the rim of the can, “If you want to see his cock, just ask.”

“Kermy!” 

“What?”

Cregan burst into laughter beside you and all followed. 

You all finished your drinks and found your way into the city, heading straight for the Red Kraken.

It was a dingy bar, more male populated than not, but it had a fun feel to it.

Grungy and dirty, it had mismatching couches and tables, and a great smoking area out the back. On Fridays they had sport trivia nights which Cregan had once taken you to.

You lost.

You all sat down and drank and laughed, and you felt the tension from the week slough off your back like snow in spring.

It was good to be with friends like them, and you had only wished that the girls were there to join you all. 

The night flew by, and your sides were in stitches from laughing so much. Dalton had come over to speak to you all at one point whilst the bar was slow, and you had felt his gaze lower to your breasts on more than one occasion. When he left, you had whispered into Cregan's ear about taking him up on his offer, which had earnt you a scandalised look.

It wasn't a no though. 

“If you don’t want Dalton, I’d be happy to replace him.” Cerwyn smirked.

Cregan declared that he owed the entire table a round for that comment, and Cerwyn had done as ordered without apology or regret, a teasing 'anything for you, love' flowing from his lips. 

As the night moved on, you all decided to move to the next venue, and it was your good idea to take them all to the bar that Sara had taken you to. All were in favour, and so you made your way down to the silk lanes, Lucerys’ bright brown eyes eyeing the doors of the strip clubs excitedly. 

“Is that it?” Elmo sighed, looking at the busted wall and green door entrance. 

“Don’t judge a book by its cover.”

Jacaerys stepped into the venue immediately, security guard nodding at him as he entered, not bothering to check his ID. Your brows furrowed as you looked up at Cregan, who just shrugged down at you.

As you walked down the stairs to enter the bar you caught up to Jace, who looked like he was at home.

“Have you been here before?” You asked, walking inside, seeing the bar staff nod at him, big grins on their cheeks. 

“Daemon owns the joint with my mum.” Jacaerys told you, and you stilled.

This was Daemon and Rhaenyra’s bar.

“What? I didn’t even know that.” You whispered in a hushed tone, still loud enough to be heard over the music.

“Pretty low key, just another investment. They said they’ll hand it over to me eventually.”

“What the fuck?! Jace, that’s amazing!” You grinned, hugging him aggressively around his neck as you stood at the bar, waiting to be served. 

Cregan moved behind you, hand winding around your waist as he whispered into your ear. 

“Don’t freak out.”

You let go of Jace and turned to look back at him, “What? Wh-“

There, at the end of the bar, sat a familiar head of silver hair.

And his eye was on you.

You snapped your head away, uttering a quick ‘fuck’ beneath your breath.

Lucerys, following your eye line shifted uncomfortably, “Jace, Aemond’s here.” He whispered to his older brother, who turned to face his uncle, giving him a curt smile and nod before looking back to staff in front of him.

“He’s fine. Leave him be.”

It was awkward.

This was supposed to be your new place to get away from him, and now Aemond was here? And what was worse, you were here with people you knew he didn’t get along with. And the glare he directed towards you was apparent. 

Cregan led you to go sit down at a booth at the encouragement of Jace who said the drinks were on him for the rest for the night, though in reality you knew it was more like on his parents, but you didn’t argue. Free drinks are free drinks, and you needed one now more than ever.

“Are you okay?” Cregan spoke lowly, hand holding yours on the table.

You swallowed, “I’m okay. It's just awkward.”

“He still giving you shit?” 

“It's a long story, and one I’ll tell you later.”

Cregan pressed a kiss to the side of your head, your eyes immediately lifting to see Aemond watching you. The other boys came to join you at the booth, Cerwyn sliding in next to you, with Luc and the Tully brothers opposite. Jacaerys made his way over to his uncle, polite smile on his lips.

You watched as Jace and Aemond shared what looked to be a somewhat tense and awkward conversation, though completely civil. Aemond seemed to tolerate his nephew barely just, and Jacaerys had slapped a friendly hand on his uncles shoulder as he made his way back to you, earning the brown haired man a frown from a head of silver.

“I think we should leave.” Luc whispered, shoulders hunched as he curled in on himself.

Jace slid in next to him, “Don’t let him intimidate you.” He put a gentle hand on Luc’s shoulder, similar to how he had with Aemond, and you got the impression that Jacaerys being the eldest, was used to being the mediator, “Let's have a drink, enjoy each others company and have a good night.”

The staff brought over your drinks, sitting them in front of you, and you clinked all your glasses together messily in a toast, feeling Cregan whisper into your ear as you took a sip.

“Relax your shoulders." You did as you were told, not having realised how tense you were, "Don’t let him ruin your night. I’m here, the boys are here, and if at any point you want to leave, we will leave. Okay?”

You nodded.

No way in Hell were you letting him sour your mood again.

You all stayed at the bar, round after round of drinks being dumped on your table without any of you having to get up or order. You were messy and loud, but above all, happy.

You felt Aemond’s gaze on you for almost the entirety of the night, and caught his eye on multiple occasions, tension crackling in the air between you. But after your third cocktail, the heat of the drinks overpowered the heat of his gaze. 

Eventually, Aemond stood from where he sat at the bar, your eyes immediately finding him and watching as he left, walking past your booth as he let his eye stray on Cregan’s hand that was wrapped over your shoulder. He continued on his path, nose held high as he disappeared up the steps. 

Lucerys sighed, obviously having felt some sort of tension the entire time, “What the fuck was that?” 

You groaned, burying your face into your hands.

“Aren’t you living with him?” Kermit asked, and all eyes immediately landed on you.

“What?” Jacaerys’ eyes went wide, “Since when do you live with my uncle? What happened to Helaena?”

“Hel is at the Keep, and Aemond needed a place to stay, so he’s in her room.”

“Gods help you.” Elmo falsely prayed, lifting his drink up in a mock toast. 

Cerwyn and Cregan shared a look over the top of your head, and then with Jacaerys, sharing some sort of unspoken conversation. The only people confused at the table, were you, Luc and the Tully brothers. 

“What?”

Cregan shrugged.

You felt that there was something unsaid, but you opted to leave it, sparking up a conversation with Kermit, asking pointedly about his love life, but not mentioning Daeron. The red headed man narrowed his eyes at you, wide smile pulling on his lips, before he started to go into great detail about someone he had fucked recently, with a full and lengthy description of their cock. 

The two of you the only people at the table knowing who it was. 

The night continued for a while, but you couldn’t help but feel the lingering guilt and upset that Aemond had triggered inside of you. Cregan, sensing the shift in your mood, decided to call it a night, and offered to take you home. 

You said farewell to all the boys, and made them swear to do this more often, giving Lucerys a particularly tight hug, feeling the tension in the youngest boys shoulders.

When you and Cregan got back to the apartment, the lights were off, and the flat was bathed in darkness. You stumbled into the apartment giggling, shushing the tall man behind you who clunked loudly on the floor with each step.

“Shhh!” You hushed him, laughter bubbling up your throat.

“Come on, bunny.” Cregan laughed quietly, steering you straight to the kitchen, filling up a glass of water for you to drink. 

You scrunched your nose at him, knowing you were drunk, but not wanting to sober up yet. 

“Drink it all, Y/n. You need to sober up.”

“You need t-to sober up.” You quipped back, jumping up on the cabinets, your shoes hitting the doors loudly by accident.

“Shhh!” You hushed your own feet, grabbing the water and drinking it slowly, keeping your eyes on Cregan the entire time, who watched you in entertained exacerbation. 

You placed the empty glass of water beside you, which Cregan filled to the top again.

“Cregaaan.” You purred, the Northerner lifting a brow at you, “Can you roll me a cigarette, please.” You pouted at him, trying to give him your best doe eyes.

Cregan shook his head, grabbing your small handbag to pull out your cigarettes, rolling you one neatly as he moved to open the window. You shimmied closer to the ledge, putting the cigarette to your lips as you lit it. 

Blowing a ring of smoke out the window, you offered Cregan a drag, who took the smoke from your hands delicately.

“I can't believe Cerwyn offered to join us.” You guffawed, cheeks heating in both embarrassment and excitement. 

Cregan blew the smoke out the window, handing the cigarette back to you, “I can. Cerwyn thinks you’re cute. Plus he knows all about our little agreement.” You giggled loudly, inhaling the sharp smoke into your lungs, “Why? Are you thinking about saying yes?”

You blushed, crossing your legs tightly, heat settling in your core, “I dunno. Cerwyn is cute.”

“He is.”

Your mouth dropped open, “Cregan Stark. Tell me more right now.”

Cregan took the smoke from your fingers bringing it to his lips as he smirked down at you, “I mean, I haven’t not thought about it. He's my best mate and I live with him. I've heard what goes on behind his closed doors. Besides, you beneath both of us, begging, sq-“

“Can you two be fucking quiet?”

Both of your heads snapped to a disgruntled Aemond Targaryen, who stood in the lounge room, hands by his sides in fists. He was in those grey sweatpants again, hanging low on his hips with no shirt on, hair on his head tangled and messed. 

“I’m s-“ You began.

“-It’s three in the fucking morning. Have some respect.”

You stiffened, feeling anger begin to bloom in your chest, you opened your mouth to argue, to snap back at him, but Cregan stepped in front of you, blocking you from the other mans view.

“No problem, man. We'll be quieter.” Cregan’s voice was deep, stern, clipped, and left no room for argument. Though it was polite, it was rough, like the cold in the North, biting and sharp. A true Northerner through and through.

Cregan was silently hitting back without even doing it.

Aemond’s lips pursed into a hard line, turning on his heel to stomp back to his room, the door slamming shut behind him. 

Cregan spun around to look at you, eyebrows lifted as he whistled lowly, pulling the smoke up to his lips to take a long drag.

“What the fuck?” You hissed quietly, “What is his problem?”

Cregan sighed, “It is 3am, bunny. I’m sure he just wants to sleep. It would have been a weird night for him.”

You frowned, annoyed that Cregan was acting so cool about Aemond’s outburst, “Why aren’t you angry?” You snatched the smoke from him, taking a final drag before you put it out on the brickwork outside.

"I'm not not angry."

You huffed in annoyance.

Cregan stepped forward, unhooking your legs to stand between them as his large hands skated up the outside of your thighs. He bent his head to look at you, your eyes refusing to meet his.

“Y/n." Cregan coaxed you softly. 

You slowly turned your head to look at him, staring into his icy grey eyes.

“Do you like him?”

“What? No!” Immediately feeling defensive.

Cregan hushed you, shaking his head kindly, “It’s okay if you do. You’re not in trouble.”

You blanched, not sure of how to speak, words getting caught in the back of your throat.

Cregan stroked your cheek softly, soft smile on his lips, “Hey, this is casual, remember? Regardless of if we fuck or not, you’re still my friend, and I care about you and want you to be happy.”

Your heart pulled painfully, lips dropping down into a frown. 

Cregan’s chest rumbled with a quiet laugh, “Don’t look at me like that.”

“You’re so sweet, Creg. What the fuck.” 

Both hands rubbed warmly up and down your thighs in comfort, “You’re fluffing me up now.”

You shook your head, “I don’t understand. Why don’t I like you instead?”

Cregan gave you a sad smile and kissed the tip of your nose, “I used to ask myself the same question. But now I see it. We just don’t gel like that." He shrugged, and your chest pulled, "And honestly? I'm glad, because at the end of the day, no matter what happens between us, I know I'll still be able to call you mine in some way or another. Whether that be as my friend or my lover.”

You felt tears begin to build in your eyes, the betrayal of the prickling in the corners, causing your stomach turn, “I don’t get it. Why do I feel this way? He’s been nothing but horrible to me.”

“You’ve fucked him haven’t you?”

“No.” You said quietly.

His eyes roamed your face, knowing you far too well, “You've done something else.” Cregan guessed, watching the way your face fell further.

His back suddenly straightened, “Did he hurt you?”

“No! No, Gods no. Nothing like that.”

The Stark relaxed slightly, but you could still tell he was on guard. 

“Does Helaena know?”

You looked away, fingers pulling at the threads of material on your thigh, “No. I’m scared. She’s my best friend, Cregan, and I feel like I’ve totally broken her trust and gone behind her back. She has so much going on right now, I just don’t know how I’m even supposed to broach that conversation. Like what do I do? ‘Hey Hel, your brother ate my pussy like a starved man and then immediately treated me like shit after.’”

“What did he do?” 

You shook your head, “It doesn’t matter. He’s been nothing but a dick to me. It's not going to happen again.” You looked down into your lap, wringing your hands together as the feeling of being used washed over you again.

“If I know you, and I think I do, I can tell that it will happen again just by looking at you both.” 

You scoffed, looking up at him in irritation.

“No, listen. There's clearly something going on between you two. Anyone with two eyes could see that. Maybe that's why he's not.”

“There's nothing-“

“-Cerwyn picked up on it immediately. Even Jace could see it.”

Oh.

Cregan's thumbs smoothed the skin of your thighs, the warmth of his body soaking into yours, “So what happened? Start from the beginning.”

And so you did, you started from the beginning, telling Cregan about the day he moved in, to your first kiss in the kitchen, all the way to the other night and how he had left you and was horrible right after a scene.

You watched as Cregan’s brows had become drawn at certain points in justifiable anger, the man always having been very protective over you, and at other times he gave you a scathing look, telling you that you had gone too far as well.

“So yeah, we haven’t spoken since, and I don’t think I want to. I just can’t see how he can be so cold to me when I've been nothing but kind to him.”

Cregan leant against the window, rolling the both of you another cigarette, trapping the smoke in his lips as he bent down to take off your shoes off as you began to swing your legs in agitation.

“He's a douchebag for sure," Cregan agreed, standing to his full height again, "And I really don’t see what you see in him.”

“See?? I think it's all hormonal or something. I don’t know. Ugh. But when he is nice, he is so lovely. And when he smiles it's this-”

You stopped yourself.

Oh gods.

You were deeper than you thought.

Why did you have a crush on this man???

Cregan smirked at you and you swatted him roughly, taking the smoke from between his lips to light it, taking a long and hard drag, feeling the smoke swirl down your throat thickly.

“I don’t know much about the man,” Cregan began, “But from what Jace and Luc have told me, I know he’s been through a lot. He didn’t get an easy run as a kid-“

“-It's not an excuse to be a dick.”

“-No its not an excuse, but it is an explanation. I know his dad wasn’t really there, and his mum was real tough on him. It didn’t help that everyone sided with Luc after the accident.“

“The accident? What do you mean?”

Cregan took a steady breath, taking the cigarette from you to take a sharp inhale, speaking as he exhaled, “Luc took his eye.”

“What?!” Your heart fell.

Cregan held up his hands, “No, not like that. It was an accident. Lucerys has never forgiven himself for it, hangs over the poor kids head like a storm. Aemond was ten, and Luc would have only been like five or six? They were both kids, and they were play fighting with wooden swords, some knights and dragon game they used to all play, but Lucerys had swung too high and too fast for Aemond to block it.”

Your stomach turned, and a chill ran through you, “Oh my gods.”

Cregan looked down sadly, shifting on his feet, “Yeah, its rough. Fucking horrible what happened, and then Alicent wanted to sue Lucerys for grievous bodily harm.”

“What the fuck? But he was just a kid? They were both kids! It was an accident!”

“I know right? Alicent started a fight right in front of Aemond at the hospital with Rhaenyra, got physical, everyone started screaming at each other when they all should have been comforting the poor kid who lost his damn eye. The family has been a mess ever since.”

It all made sense now. 

The tension. 

The disdain. 

The law firm.

All of it.

Cregan handed you the smoke and also held the second glass of water to you, waiting for you to drink half of it, “I’m not telling you this to excuse his behaviour or make you pity him. I'm just trying to give you some perspective as to why he is the way he is. He’s had it rough, and from the sound of it, he doesn’t know how to open up or feel safe. The people that were supposed to protect him failed him, and I think that it really did change the way he is.”

You felt guilt. 

Guilt for not knowing. Guilt for now knowing. Guilt for not being more understanding. But at the same time, you were not really at fault. 

How were you to know?

“Fuck. I feel terrible.” You sighed.

“Don’t be. He was an ass to you. No excuses there.”

“I guess. I did rub his ex in his face.”

Cregan sucked in a hiss, “Poor form.” 

You buried your face in your hands, “I know. But he just left me, straight after giving me one of the best orgasms of my life. It was horrible, Creg.”

“Best orgasm?” Cregan joked, and you sighed.

“Shut up. It was horrible. I've never felt so used before. It reminded me so much of Jason, I think it really triggered me. I cried myself to sleep after.”

Cregan stepped back between your legs, pulling you into a tight bear hug, in away that he always did, tucking your head beneath his chin and cradling you to his chest. You instantly felt safe, reassured, and loved.

And it was always how you felt around him.

“You’ll get through this, bunn.”

Thanks so much for reading along with me, if you wish to be added to the tag list please let me know :) Likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated ! Enjoy <3

Taglist:

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Bold is who I cannot tag

#aemond x reader #modern!aemond #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen fic #aemond #roommate!Au #roommates #hotd #hotd fanfic #hotd modern au #aemond x you #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x y/n #Modern!Aemond x reader #new miniseries #asumofwords #aemond targaryen x y/n #the sublet a sum of words #the sublet #fanfic #hotdfanfic #aemondfanfic #aemond smut

[irrealisms]

fox, chicken, grain || an eclipse federation web weave (vote for us in the mcytblr trio polls!)

solar eclipse 1999 - luc viatour // we know the devil // minecraft assets // three of swords - yakko webber, galactic tarot of bioanomalies // eclipse federation banner pattern // the devil will be mine - lscholar // chicago lakefront rock carving - anonymous // rousseau's man in the state of nature - honeyblock // 3 ex lovers - victor rodriguez // we know the devil // personal messages vol.3 - michael dumontier and neil farber // purple kisses - scott fraser

[IDs under cut]

Image 1: a photograph of a total solar eclipse.

Image 2: text reading "It's about knowing that in a group of three, two of you will be closer than the other."

Images 3-5: a minecraft dandelion, cornflower, and orange tulip. The cornflower is in the middle.

Image 6: A version of the Three of Swords tarot card with a futuristic style. The background and heart is black; the heart is surrounded by a white outline and pierced by three purple swords. It bleeds purple.

Image 7: Behind the Three of Swords and visible at its edges is the eclipse federation banner, emphasizing the similarities in design and color.

Image 8: text reading "If they were different people entirely, if each third balanced and healed her duo’s faults and flaws? Then it might be possible. But these three aren’t capable of that; not yet."

Image 9: a rock carving of three graves and the words "DEAD HA-HA". It overlaps with the photograph of the eclipse in a way that makes it look as though it is completing the circle.

Image 10: an ao3 tag reading "no one survives a trio friendship"

Image 11: a painting of three phones: one yellow, one black, and one multicolored. The painting is titled 3 Ex Lovers.

Image 12: text reading "Don't forget: the price two pay will be the third."

Image 13: a white piece of paper with the text "ADMIT TWO"

Image 14: a painting of three purple hershey kisses; two are grouped to the right over the "ADMIT TWO" image, and the third is to the left.

#mcyt #lifesteal #lssmp #lifesteal smp #eclipse federation #my edit #vitalasy #itzsubz #princezam #zam #subz #web weaving #from the house that we made our home

[loverofcats14]

Luci thigh riding afab dom MC pls pls I'm so desperate for sub luci content it tears right through my soul

OFC OFC I absolutely love Sub Luci <33

Tags: Dry Humping,Orgasm Control, established relationship

"Mccc,please move it~ I was a good boy right? So please-" Lucifer whined as all you did was watch movies. How did you two get into this situation?

Well to be fair avatar of pride,doesn't ever show,that he's very tender and sensitive. Unless it's with his lover Mc. When Mc was hanging around his brothers too often,Lucifer made hickeys on her. When she was wearing revealing clothes when they go out one ass grab it is. However,Lucifer mainly loves Mc happy,so of course he'll submit (sometimes) to his dear Mc and be a little whore.

Lucifer came to your room after you didn't greet him after your visit with Simeon and Luke. As usual he felt jealous and wanted to see what you were doing. And there you were in your undergarments, just texting Simeon. That hurt Lucifer's pride so much he held the doorknob. "Mc,did I do something! I can do whatever you ask of me! Diavolo doesn't have work with me tomorrow a date then?!"  Lucifer was begging for your attention, though in actuality you were texting him about Lucifer's birthday and his cake.

"Luc-?" You were about to explain but then he shut the door and started kissing you on the bed. "Mhm Mc, I'll do anything please just stay here." Tsk, a kiss on your head. You were going to tell the truth,however it was so touching and innocent how Lucifer was acting.

"Alright Lucifer, get on the side of the bed." Lucifer and you immediately got up and sat on the side of the bed. "Now Lucifer get on my thigh." Lucifer hesitantly sat on your thigh and pressed the bed and your other thigh for support. "What now dear?" Lucifer said looking embarrassed. His blush flared as his eyes were looking at you in anticipation. His hair starting to fall apart the gel not sticking much longer.

You smiled waiting for the moment for his suprised face. "I want you to move on my thigh Luci." "Mc thats too embarrassing!" Lucifer gasped. "Oh but you were the one who said anything unless you rather me go ask Simeon?" You started teasing him. Why not, he was on the verge of begging.

Lucifer didn't like that at all. "Mc I'll be a better good boy than that angel ever coul mhgm~!" Lucifer started to move up and down your thigh mid sentence and oh did he like this. He started huffing him becoming more warm with his coat still on. "Lucifer you're a good boy aren't you?" You mused as you kissed him. Your tongue asked permission to enter his mouth as his as well. In between moans both tongues just explored eachothers mouths. Lucifer eyes just a few spaces from opening had tears of pleasure. Considering he was still rutting on your leg.

As you pulled away he whined in loss of your mouth saliva string falling from your mouths. "Mc more smore," Lucifer huffed as his pants leaked with precum. "Oh dont worry this will go on allll night. My good boy."

#obey me brain rot #obey me smut #obey me brothers #lucifer my beloved #lucifer fanfiction #submisive and breedable #lucifer x you #obey me requests

[cybercity-sunrise]

intro post!

hello! welcome to cybercity-sunrise. this blog is somewhat a studyblr, but i also post lots of art, science and sustainability content, poetry, and social justice resources. i'm hoping to meet people with shared interests and make more grad student friends!

about me: my name is avery; i'm 24 and currently based in the southwest USA. i am a first-year phd student in environmental engineering, with research focused on bioremediation. in undergrad, i studied plant biosciences and philosophy, both of which fueled my interest in building a world where everyone can enjoy a clean, healthy environment.

aside from school, i love being outside, reading (esp by huxley, butler, leguin, burroughs, and nietzsche), raving, drawing, gardening, and hanging out with my cat.

about this blog: when i was in high school, i followed a few phd students on here who blogged about their experience in grad school and the process of becoming a scientist. they were an invaluable resource for me, and now i hope to help the next generation of research-curious people. so if you have any questions about the application process, what grad school is like, getting started with research, etc, please don't hesitate to ask!

i also post lots of non-studyblr content, and try to tag posts pretty extensively. anyone aligned with the solarpunk movement will likely find posts of interest here :)

frequent tags:

#sunrise-says: any original posts with text

#grad-school-journey: original posts + some reblogs that just resonate with my experience

#art: all kinds of art!

#thoughts: quotes, literature, philosophy, interesting little snippets

#free-palestine: resources and updates regarding the ongoing genocide

#sustainability: news, resources, and ideas related to sustainability

#solarpunk: aesthetic and political solarpunk content

#nature: photography, art, and information regarding the natural world

Feel free to shoot me a message if you want to talk further about anything posted here or just want to say hi!

[background credit: luc schuiten avatar credit: mirjam siim]

#intro post #studyblr #solarpunk #gradblr #scientists on tumblr #grad school

[foxgirlontherun]

wip tag game

tagged: @lucdarling you're too sweet 💜

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have wips.

Max was sitting on the cold tile floor

His heart felt like a scrunched-up ball of paper

pretty bird

fox tale

Mother of four

Lost

First of all, I'm not really a fanfic writer, but I'm in the process. Another thing: sometimes I just save files with the first line of the text as a name. And lastly: I suck at tag games because I'm too awkward to tag people I don't usually talk to, and I've been absent from fandoms for a while now.

So I only tag @inthegloomglow and @dastardlydandelion (I know Luc already tagged you so it's sort of cheating but I wanted to include you too :)).

#tag game #fanfiction

[suunkiised]

the more i think about it, and look at them, the more the Smiling Critters just look horrifying as toys.

like, cartoon versions? cute, adorable even, they're all so expressive!!

plush form? horrifying, that wide gapping void of a mouth is my nightmares, their eyes are souless and hold no dreams.

say what you will about Mommy, Huggy & Kissy in terms of designs. but i actually believe that they'd be sellable toys.

Smiling Critters? i refuse to believe that parents willing bought the wide-mouthed souless plushes, without so much as a fuss on how creepy they look

#poppy playtime smiling critters #smiling critters #poppy playtime #picking fights is my thing #lucs text tag

[gnosticpriesthood]

A STUDY IN  ⸻   𝙷𝙾𝚆 shayne 𝚁𝚄𝙽S 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶 .

stolen from @sohelish

tagging : anyone !

Speed  

fast . I’m a rapid-fire poster. I post between a line of dialogue/action && 4-5 paragraphs of text , if I’m in the mood. That being said this is dependent on my mental health and there are days or even weeks where my activity may lag. Please do not pressure me to respond. I will never do the same. I either bang out novellas like it’s going out of style or I get to it when I get to it.

Replies  

I’m somewhat prosaic these days , having migrated from a style that favors dialogue and action with almost zero exposition , I’ve been getting my tippy toes wet with relaxing those standards . I like experimental narratives . I will often perspective - take from different angles ( even including your character ) and just plain try to switch it up .

Starters  

There’s a ton of open starters on my #OPEN TAG & & several plot line ideas in my #WISHLIST TAG ! If you ever see a post tagged “ open “ feel free to reply to that sucker with your muse and jump on in. If it already has a reply? Doesn’t matter. I probably still want to do that plot with you, too! My big thing is trying to create opportunities that are interesting to people to just dive into writing with our characters . If you have that super niche wack-a-doodle plot you want to do? Hit me with it . I’m ready.

Asks  

I treat memes like writing prompts, so only send me them if you’re actually interested in doing a thread with me based off of the meme you’re sending in, because chances are I will give you a meaty response to it ! and I’d prefer not to waste your time if that wasn’t what you had in mind.

Selectivity  

I’m not selective in the slightest . I will write with most people about most things. I don’t interact with Nazis or pedophiles. I don’t write with underage writers. I prefer writing m/m dynamics as it’s what is most comfortable for me but I am working on branching that out. You don’t need to be following me to interact ! Or even to RP. Let’s do it. I am also available for one on one Discord RP .

Muses

This blog is primarily a Jean-Luc Picard blog. I’m a “multi-muse lite” iteration. You can check out my SIDE MUSES page to see what other characters I am open to playing .I will just RP most of them using an icon of their face-claim on this blog. Because yolo. Some of my starter calls and plotlines are also for those characters. I have two other blogs for characters that have since developed too much of their own lives ! @emergencyexits​ ( an original AU X-Men character ) and @countyourcasualty​ ( 616 but ultimately canon divergent Erik Lehnsherr / Magneto )

Ready spaghetti

I don’t bite. My anger management app on my phone told me to stop biting people ! So now I don’t. Come talk to me. :-)

#i am but mad north-north-west when the wind is southerly / promo #we are resolved into the supreme air / ooc

[aliennasaprincess]

godard being a lot of people's example of a pretentious director is funny his movies are not hard to get into at all lol

#jean luc godard #text tag

[feuillesmortes]

I posted 2,448 times in 2022

64 posts created (3%)

2,384 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@cithaerons

@godsopenwound

@feuillesmortes

@givemearmstopraywith

@primaveravenus

I tagged 2,215 of my posts in 2022

Only 10% of my posts had no tags

#quotes - 304 posts

#art - 204 posts

#the heart is also the cemetery - 130 posts

#every story needs its pound of flesh - 92 posts

#essays and criticism - 92 posts

#'love! that red disease' - 89 posts

#compilation - 82 posts

#aesthetics - 77 posts

#to read - 70 posts

#poetry - 68 posts

Longest Tag: 82 characters

#'as i was self-aggrandising and egocentric i saw brief glimpses of self-awareness'

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

— Ocean Vuong, from “Beautiful Short Loser” | Time is a Mother 

[Text ID: “No, not beauty—but you & I outliving it.” End ID]

151 notes - Posted May 16, 2022

#4

— Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway’s Party; “A Summing Up” (1925)

[Text ID: “Now the tree, denuded of its gilt and majesty, seemed to supply her with an answer; became a field tree—the only one in a marsh. She had often seen it; seen the red-flushed clouds between its branches, or the moon split up, darting irregular flashes of silver. But what answer? Well that the soul—for she was conscious of a movement in her of some creature beating its way about her and trying to escape which momentarily she called the soul—is by nature unmated, a widow bird; a bird perched aloof on that tree.” End ID]

166 notes - Posted February 19, 2022

#3

— Mark Doty, Lament-Heaven (1993)

[Text ID: “isn’t everything so shadowed / by its own brevity / we can barely tell the thing / from its elegy? Strip something / of its mortality, and how do you know / what’s left to see?” end ID]

172 notes - Posted February 12, 2022

#2

— Anne Carson, “The Truth about God”; Glass, Irony and God

309 notes - Posted March 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

— Jean-Luc Nancy, Noli me tangere: On the Raising of the Body (tr. Sarah Clift, Pascale-Anne Brault, and Michael Naas)

444 notes - Posted April 17, 2022

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#finally.... a good wrapped #tumblr wrapped 2022

[cremefralche]

about‼💥

haiiii my name is Luc, i'm a legal adult everywhere! this is my DoL sideblog! art reposts allowed with attribution and permission o7 if you steal that shit i'll Get you

minors dni or get blocked 👊 i'll add more to this soon!

💥TAGS

#asks - answered asks

#yappin - original text posts

#scrib - art tag

#cloverposting - pc tag

#yappin

[qcon-tinuum]

Mobile Taglist

Mine

em-txt -> my text posts

em-asks -> my asks

drkfrcegifs -> my gifs

tagged <3 -> my tagged sets

Series

tos -> the original series

tng -> the next generation

ds9 -> deep space nine

voy -> voyager

ent -> enterprise

disc -> discovery

snw -> strange new worlds

picard -> picard

ld -> lower decks

prod -> prodigy

Movies

aos -> alternative original series

Characters

jim -> james t. kirk

spock -> s'chn t'gai spock

bones -> leonard mccoy

uhura -> nyota uhura

christine -> christine chapel

scotty -> montgomery scotty

jean-luc -> jean luc picard

riker -> william riker

deanna -> deanna troi

beverly -> beverly crusher

worf -> worf rozhenko

data -> data soong

geordi -> geordi la forge

q -> q of the continuum

sisko -> benjamin sisko

kira -> kira nerys

miles -> miles o'brien

odo -> odo of the jelly people

julian -> julian bashir

jadzia -> jadzia dax

quark -> quark of the house of quark

garak -> elim garak

trip -> trip tucker

t'pol -> t'pol

christopher -> christopher pike

una -> una chin-riley

la'an -> la'an noonien-singh

erica -> erica ortegas

m'benga -> m'benga

Ships

qcard -> q/picard

daforge -> data/geordi

quodo -> quark/odo

spones -> spock/bones

spirk -> spock/kirk

garashir -> garak/bashir

tri'pol -> trip/t'pol

Other

art -> a collection of beautiful art

#ignore this #making a lil taglist #for my fellow mobile lovelies #taglist

[summer-renaissance]

tags (under construction)

wild brunch 

characters: arianne rowe (photos, muse things, interactions) lincoln moore  (photos, muse things, interactions) miles carson  (photos, muse things, interactions) tyler henderson  (photos, muse things, interactions) relationships: arianne x beau (text, chat, full thread) arianne x veronica  (text, chat, full thread) arianne x theo  (text, chat, full thread) arianne x liberty  (text, chat, full thread) arianne x kennedy  (text, chat, full thread) arianne x alani  (text, chat, full thread) arianne x khanh  (text, chat, full thread) arianne x graciela  (text, chat, full thread) arianne x wild brunch  (text, chat, full thread)

lincoln x kennedy  (text, chat, full thread) lincoln x liberty  (text, chat, full thread) lincoln x alani  (text, chat, full thread) lincoln x beau  (text, chat, full thread) lincoln x theo  (text, chat, full thread) lincoln x khanh  (text, chat, full thread) lincoln x graciela  (text, chat, full thread) lincoln x veronica  (text, chat, full thread) lincoln x wild brunch  (text, chat, full thread)

miles x liberty  (text, chat, full thread) miles x beau  (text, chat, full thread) miles x veronica  (text, chat, full thread) miles x theo  (text, chat, full thread) miles x khanh  (text, chat, full thread) miles x kennedy  (text, chat, full thread) miles x graciela  (text, chat, full thread) miles x alani  (text, chat, full thread) miles x wild brunch

tyler x kennedy  (text, chat, full thread) tyler x khanh  (text, chat, full thread) tyler x graciela  (text, chat, full thread) tyler x beau  (text, chat, full thread) tyler x liberty  (text, chat, full thread) tyler x theo  (text, chat, full thread) tyler x veronica  (text, chat, full thread) tyler x alani  (text, chat, full thread) tyler x wild brunch

paris babies

characters: adrien chase  (photos, muse things, interactions) henri martial  (photos, muse things, interactions) leon alessandrini  (photos, muse things, interactions) louis amarin  (photos, muse things, interactions)

relationships: adrien x dom  (text, chat, full thread) adrien x dia  (text, chat, full thread) adrien x donovan  (text, chat, full thread) adrien x amelie  (text, chat, full thread) adrien x yves  (text, chat, full thread) adrien x luc  (text, chat, full thread) adrien x kenzo  (text, chat, full thread) adrien x soledad  (text, chat, full thread) adrien x paris babies

henri x kenzo  (text, chat, full thread) henri x luc  (text, chat, full thread) henri x dom  (text, chat, full thread) henri x donovan  (text, chat, full thread) henri x dia  (text, chat, full thread) henri x soledad  (text, chat, full thread) henri x amelie  (text, chat, full thread) henri x yves  (text, chat, full thread) henri x paris babies

leon x soledad  (text, chat, full thread) leon x dom  (text, chat, full thread) leon x kenzo  (text, chat, full thread) leon x luc  (text, chat, full thread) leon x dia  (text, chat, full thread) leon x donovan  (text, chat, full thread) leon x amelie  (text, chat, full thread) leon x yves  (text, chat, full thread) leon x paris babies

louis x luc  (text, chat, full thread) louis x yves  (text, chat, full thread) louis x soledad  (text, chat, full thread) louis x dom  (text, chat, full thread) louis x dia  (text, chat, full thread) louis x donovan  (text, chat, full thread) louis x amelie  (text, chat, full thread) louis x kenzo  (text, chat, full thread) louis x  paris babies