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Cosmic Funnies
RMH
trying on a metaphor
oozey mess
Not today Justin
cherry valley forever
Kiana Khansmith
art blog(derogatory)
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titsay
Love Begins
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Andulka
Misplaced Lens Cap
AnasAbdin
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@impetuoushearts
ignesdeamor:
“don’t you have like, a HOME to go to? roommates that miss you and want you back? i mean like, I wouldn’t want you back but – i don’t know what you do in hell.”
he took the hint, but he dismissed it without care. “things in hell don’t work the same way they do here, precious, having roommates would be ridiculous. i’m sure they miss me, but there’s no rush. there’s plenty i’ve yet to see on this side, been a while since i was last called here.”
after centuries of staying under the radar, nars figured that it was finally alright to pop back up into the fashion scene. sleeping his way to the top and getting his pick of the men’s collection for fashion week, the gold accents were a favorite that lingered on his skin well after the last walk of the night. stepping back into the throng of the party, he tugged at the neck of the thin, sleeveless black material that was draped artfully across his chest and gave the bottle-blonde who stepped out of the restroom with him a light pat on the ass in acknowledge before allowing himself to be swept up in the roar of the crowd. even with the blood of the coked up model buzzing through his veins and the drinks that passed through his fingers numbly, narcissus was constantly aware of the nagging pressence of the older vampire who sired him. a thousand years ago, seeing the brunette out of the blue would’ve caused him to freeze in the middle of the runway, but sharing nothing more that a second of eye contact over a crowded market in mumbai and being blatantly ignored in asian airports across decades had slowly desensitized him of his pressence. pressing an empty kiss to the corner of a designer he couldn’t remember’s mouth, he handed over his half finished drink before begging off for a moment of air - catching lucian heading over in the same direction moments earlier being completely coincidental. even still, passing through the large archway, eyes the color of aged whiskey swept over the balcony before landing on the familiar figure who looked so familiar and distant though nars could quite literally reach out to touch him had he the interest to. careful of the intricate gold designs covering his arms, nars stopped a few paces away and leaned his back against the edge of the balcony - constantly beckoning for the other to reach out to him, though he’d been wrong for a millennium now. “did you see anything you liked?” he meant the show, perhaps, but the smirk the pulled on his lips revealed that he really did not care for the answer to the question he started with. “you look good, like an artist who’s scared of scissors, but very rich and in demand and likes to be called daddy if i didn’t know better.” twisting his lips in a wry attempt to subdue his humor, he thrummed on, never short of dramatic. “i wrote you everyday for the past century, did you even think of me once?”
he looks over paris, unimpressive and unchanged as far as he’s concerned, with his hands resting over the cold marble stone of the balcony. the ring, the one that distinguished him as a sforza then, glints under the light he’s in, and out of habit he twists it slightly with his thumb and index, back and forth. his back was turned and mind adrift, yet he doesn’t miss the other entering the balcony area; he’s just never been one to react, especially when he expects as much. his gaze moves from bright lights to golden designs once the other stands close, brow furrowing in slight amusement as nars’ voice fills the silence between the two. he’s known him long enough to understand most of him -- the connection they once shared after his turning allowed as much. but there were parts of him he never bothered to dwell into; he always allowed nars to keep his motives and intentions to himself. despite him always trying to understand people in order to control them, there was something in the other vampire that just made him feel like it wasn’t needed to try to get it all out of him. he didn’t care as long as the other responded to him whenever he wanted it. if only to not remain too quiet, he actually responds. “always been a fan of gold and decent parisian fashion,” he states simply, with a bit of truth, finally raising his dark eyes to meet the other’s pair. he frowns, straightening his back. “you look like some extravagant warlock with a death wish.” now he was on the same position as the other, placing his hands inside the pockets of his overcoat. eyes were seemingly serious as he looked at him. “you can actually write? that’s a shock. besides, a century is hardly a blink of an eye. plenty of things to think about before thinking of you: global warming, kids dying, people’s blood tasting like shit as time passes.”
@ruinaticn
it is but one of their many random encounters, he’s accustomed to meeting him in such way. the presence was first felt while he sat front row, all too familiar to him. and he knew he was sensed, too; it was only normal for one to recognize another of their own, especially if they had known each other for as long as lucian and narcissus had. still, there was no real contact as the show occurred and it would’ve been easy to just leave it as a random encounter, wouldn’t have been the first in which all they did was cross paths. however, his eyes were settled on the after party, and the chances of not running into each other in it were slim to none. the vampire didn’t mind the other’s company, not at all, he simply hadn’t expected seeing a familiar face for a longer while than this. he arrived elegantly and silently, acknowledging only a few and scanning the surroundings out of habit. with the left hand he holds a bubbly drink he’s offered and with the other he pushes his brown locks away -- all too long for him now. he doesn’t find him because of his special senses -- if anything, he’s been trying to avoid all that comes with it --, nars always had a way to stand out in a crowd even before he was turned. if not for slight changes, his face remains the same, as his probably does. despite him wanting to avoid any conversation that could lead to his personal life until he’s actually come to terms with it, he sees the fun in discussing more than simple mundane things with what could possibly be his meal. he looks in his direction knowing too well it will be noticed even if they don’t exchange glances, and leaves the tasteless drink aside as he walks towards the balcony. it’s hardly an order, he knows those rarely work without previous mind compulsion, he simply wants more space and less food.
“I’m positive that you would catch on fire instantly, but I didn’t think it needed to be pointed out. We’ve had lots of random conversations like that over the years and I just go along with them instead of questioning your mental health, Marilyn. I don’t need to have a talk with you about going to church to know that my girlfriend is bat shit crazy. And I’m so used to celebrating my birthday alone that I don’t even get upset about it anymore. I haven’t had a sober birthday since I turned seventeen…but the night is still young, babe…there’s still plenty of time for angry sex and us being a gross couple.”
“FYI, calling me bat shit crazy is only making me want to erase the sex part and leave the angry. And it’s also very offensive that you even consider spending it alone, considering that I’m, y’know, real and, girlfriend, and all. Which, by the way, is still very confusing, because the whole girlfriend - boyfriend thing could literally be about actual friends. Way to go English language. But anyway, Jace, this is going to be the best birthday ever because this time you have me as an actual present, wonderful personality to keep you company and all. So, get dressed so we can get a burger king paper crown and free cake in some crappy semi-fancy franchise restaurant.”
“Us go to church? Yeah, I’m okay with all of that. I can’t even remember the last time I walked into a church and I’d probably catch on fire the moment I walked in. I’m going to have to pass on that, but I’ll be around after your church thing.”
“And I wouldn’t catch on fire? God, I use God’s name in vain really often and during unholy situations, you should know this. But just so you know, you not even FAKING to be a little either concerned for my mental health for considering church or a little confused because I’m celebrating an entirely different thing today is tremendously offensive. Super offensive. Like, I wanted to go around all day pretending it was a normal Tuesday so you’d at least be a little angry -- or fake angry-- with me so I could give you the best actual angry birthday sex of your life but you couldn’t even cooperate so now I’m going to boringly wish you a happy birthday, kiss you on the cheek like a married couple then take you to a restaurant so we can get free cake.”
disruptedlogic:
“Candlemass?”
“Yes, candlemass. Once upon a time I was catholic, remember? So today is one of those holy-days -- did you SEE what I could’ve done there if this was actually a given holiday? anyway --- it was the presentation of Jesus at the Temple of some crap like that so I was thinking we could go to church today and join the celebration.”
@disruptedlogic
“It’s february the second, so, Happy Candlemass!”
atmcspheres:
“Sebastian, please, no. Don’t do that. It’s okay. Just, I’m probably not going to get many hours this month, so we’re going to have to cut back on things.”
“You sure? I mean, I’ve never broken anything but I think I could handle it. Chicks dig it, right? And it really sounds like I should. What are we going to cut back on? I still gotta pay those school loans and I don’t think I’ll be able to live without that HD Netflix and Hulu.”
“i didn’t think you’d show up,” the younger girl stated, walking up to her brother. “you should be home resting or something.”
“Didn’t wanna miss all the fun, Avie. Who knows how much of it there’ll be in the afterlife.”
atmcspheres:
“Alright, international rock superstar. You be jealous of me. Just don’t let your fans see.”
"My fans would probably laugh at that attitude of yours. Do you even have a job?"
“So… Is anyone going to acknowledge how awkward this is, or is it just going to be me?”
“These people could barely acknowledge the existence of a killer, you can’t actually expect all that much.”
“You know, when I first moved to Dover Dr. Thinn was stressed at least, well, all the time. Now I’m the one who’s stressed. There’s barely enough patients to get paid. Which is good! Just different.”
“Should I break a leg?”
“So I did the thing that anyone in their right mind would do after getting stabbed by a murder on the same night they got alcohol poisoning and a dislocated shoulder… I dropped out of college and now I live on the couch of my parents’ house.”
“That’s fuckin’ depressing man.”
i found my log in
snaps;; *peach emoji*
sal: knock knock sal: where u at?
mae: new phone who dis mae: take a wild guess
❝ neighbour.
ft. impetuoushearts
stumbling home and crawling into bed, he was so, so, so fucking tired. perhaps it was cosmic karma and he was being punished for all those times he was inconsiderate of his own neighbors, but the apartment above his had been vacant for so long, why was it that the first people who moved in in months were loud as fuck at 3am. scrambling up and pulling on the first pair of sweatpants he grabbed, jonah took the steps three at a time and knocked on the door before really thinking about it.
“can you keep it the fuck down? some of us are trying to sleep.”
the music is loud in order to maintain her awake as she strolls around her new found place, moving around the few furniture she still owns in what seems to be a fruitless attempt to make it look just right. the original idea is no longer satisfying, and it’s hard to sleep while so displeased about the entire setting. the constant movements cause her to drop a cup or two, though she hardly cares and picks up the pieces with ease. she’s holding onto one of the cups she still owns, tea filling less than half of its surface. ‘good for you’ is on its last chorus as her hues examine the place one more time, considering the position of the largest couch. polished nails tap the ceramic surface to the rhythm, only to be interrupted by the sound of a knock. tamara frowns, one glance at the clock answering her silent question. placing it on the table, she presses the ‘pause’ button on her player as the next song starts, quickly strolling to the wooden door. it takes her longer than she’d like to admit to push the chair out of the way in order to open it, making a short mental note to determine its position next. she didn’t fully understand the words that followed the knock, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out as she spots the obviously tired -- and seemingly angry? -- guy. leaning on the half-open entrace, she eyes him almost curiously, but doesn’t comment on his appearance, but rather talks in a calm tone, her slight accent slipping through.
“ --- Too much noise, is it? Sorry, they said the walls were pretty thick in here. Should’ve known they were just sellin’. “
