#house4house

[elderquintus]

them. to me (x)

[peanuts-envy]

this gif has become very important to me

[doorhub]

What?

Hi! Welcome to e5½, aka Doorhub, aka Only(Ceiling)Fans, my silly sideblog dedicated to imagery of beautifully weird architectural features: stairways to nowhere, abandoned buildings, impossible hallways, megastructures, and so on. I'll be accepting suggestions through asks, but please refer to the following criteria:

one feature or building at a time. you can put multiple images of the same thing in an ask, but please separate them if you have multiple architectural features to submit.

the image(s) must not contain anything raunchy or gory by human standards. ideal submissions contain no visible fauna at all, especially not humans, but an incidental critter or person in frame is acceptable.

the image(s) MUST be sourced with information about who took it (especially if it's a photo) or where it was taken (especially if it's a notable historical site, or a screenshot from a game), or who made it (if it's an original drawing / 3d model / etc). if your image is uncredited, and i can't find a source, it will not be posted here.

odd nooks and crannies are allowed and encouraged, but please don't submit anything intentionally claustrophobia-inducing.

especially trite liminal space imagery (backrooms, poolrooms, etc) is unlikely to be included, but "liminal spaces" in general are still fine to submit, we do enjoy the vibe. get creative, though!

no generative AI.

Tag system

There are a few different kinds of tags on posts here, for easier navigation:

Source tags - where the post comes from:

#not mine - images that are reblogs and submissions

#submission - suggested by someone else

#taken by me - screenshots and photos we took

#made by me - original art we made

#from: video game

#from: real life

#from: original work

Post types:

#post type: not architecture - meta posts, primarily

#post type: textposts - posts we wrote that aren't images

#post type: non-image - relevant but non-image post

#e512 - covers all relevant image posts that aren't reblogs, plus this pinned post specifically.

#relevant reblog - not from us, but relevant to the vibe, and either posted by the artist or sufficiently credited. may include text posts.

Vibes (my opinion on the feelings something evokes):

#vibe: eerie

#vibe: creepy

#vibe: cozy

#vibe: lonely

#vibe: awe

#vibe: silly

#vibe: weird

We also have tags for different kinds of location (e.g. #interior, #exterior, #megastructure, and tags for various kinds of common room), but that list will continue to grow and probably end up too big to list here. If you're looking for a particular type of room you can type it in the search bar and maybe find it (once this blog has enough posts, of course)

There's also a #minecraft tag because that game will likely come up often in our own submissions.

Alright, that's all! Have fun! -Miley

[peanuts-envy]

I've been compromised

[peanuts-envy]

The Ace and the King Chapter 1 💖

"Am I a lunatic?"

"No, sir," the actor said, the lie coming easily.

"You saw that display of his downstairs?" House said derisively. "Some cowboy."

The actor had seen Cooper Howard in what looked like the beginnings of a significant downward spiral. He empathized with him, dealing with House directly was not for the faint of heart under ideal circumstances, let alone world-altering ones. The poor bastard was in over his head before he became one of the terrible chosen few.

The actor unbuttoned his jacket and rested his hands on his hips, letting out a quiet scoff.

"Guy needs to look inward," the actor said.

House closed his eyes and nodded.

"Precisely," House said, turning toward him. "My god, are you armed?"

The actor opened his mouth to speak.

"How boorish," House continued, eyeing the holster under his jacket. "I had everything under control."

"Some insurance, in case my luck runs out," the actor answered with a shrug.

"A little side bet, hm? Let me see."

The actor sighed and opened his jacket further, showing the holster under his arm.

"It seemed like a practical precaution, given the credible threat--"

"Let me see," House said again, his gaze fixed on the weapon.

The actor righted his jacket and began to button it, unwilling to indulge him in this.

"Do I need to change how I play the Vault-Tec pitch?"

"Pull it on me," House said, undeterred. His eyes were alight with excitement.

The actor imagined a scenario where House might 'field test' being held up with a gun, enlisting an unlucky civilian to satisfy his curiosity. The actor weighed the consequences and rationalized it as another part of his job, as he often did.

He drew the pistol from his jacket and aimed at House's chest, though he was mindful to keep his finger off the trigger. House noticed his hesitation and gave him a withering look.

"Make me believe it," House said, a harsh edge in his voice.

The actor pulled the hammer back and raised the gun to aim for his head, meeting House's eyes behind the iron sights. He curled his finger over the trigger, but could not bring himself to actually touch it.

House had a full-body shiver and started to laugh. The actor lowered his gun and tried to appear less shaken than he felt.

"Now that is what the punch was supposed to feel like!" House exclaimed, invigorated by the experience. "All right, enough goofing off. We have work to do."

[peanuts-envy]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

House was intensely focused, his eyes darting across the various screens as he made adjustments to the equipment. The actor observed him as he worked, as he often did.

"Are you comfortable?" House asked, securing a helmet studded with electric diodes onto the actor's head.

"I am," the actor answered, watching House curiously. He was being unusual in his attentiveness, the actor noted. He sensed a small element of performance that he couldn't pin down.

He could not parse any of what he saw on the monitors, though he assumed House was gaining some kind of insight from them. House effused endlessly about technology, openly fascinated with its potential.

He really should have expected that robotics would feature into this arrangement in some capacity.

The actor reached for his pack of cigarettes and shook one out, which House was quick to stop.

"Not here," he said, taking it and sliding it back into the pack. "It affects the accuracy of the instruments."

"Yes, sir," he answered, pocketing them again.

"Good boy," House said and activated the device, lighting up the nearby monitors. "Let's begin, shall we?"

[peanuts-envy]

House was quiet on the floor of the lab entrance, lying next to the structure that was meant to contain cold fusion. The soft, orange glow of the machine illuminated shards of broken glass littered around the control room.

"Sir?" the actor ventured.

House groaned deeply, pressing his face into the metal scaffolding. The actor could see himself drawn into that pit of despair, but he fought hard against it. He didn't come this far to lose. He'd bet it all.

"A significant setback," the actor told him.

"It's over," House said, his voice despondent.

The actor crouched down to look House in the face. If the time for winning had past, then the goal was to break even.

"We are not going to be outplayed by someone who stars in pictures with a fucking dog, do you hear me?"

The Ace and the King Chapter 1

[peanuts-envy]

also another wip for House4House, "Gentleman Caller" ☎🔥😏

The actor returned to his hotel room and took off his jacket and tie, taking advantage of the brief window of respite. He dialed the number he had thoroughly memorized and House picked up before the first ring ended.

"Robert. You're alone?"

"I'm all yours, sir," he answered.

Another sigh of frustration from House, like a steam valve under too much pressure.

"What can I do for you?" the actor pressed.

"What I want is not so easily attainable, you understand."

"I do." He brought the phone to the bed, navigating the cord around a side table. "The few times I've sought some company while I've been here, I've ended up back in my room alone. They're all so dull compared to you."

"I could be there by tomorrow night," House told him.

"You pay several men a considerable amount of money to keep a close watch on me," the actor answered. "It's a twenty-hour flight and a real risk that the best place we'd find would be a public restroom."

House groaned with resignation.

"I suggest a thought experiment instead," the actor said. "What would you have me do, were I there?"

"Robert…" House was hesitant to play along, unpracticed in speaking his desire aloud so plainly.

The actor adjusted his approach, knowing how to adapt a scene to play to his partner's strengths.

"I've been thinking about that night you took me down to the lab," he said. "Did the brain scan tell you how much I liked seeing you on your knees?"

"The data reflected your preferences," House answered. The actor could tell he was smoking, the way his breathing was slow and deliberate.

"Widening the scope of research seems prudent, don't you think? It's a field of study that I would readily dedicate myself to."

House let out an amused scoff.

"It's important to be thorough," House conceded.

"You know, I don't allow many men the pleasure of bending me over," the actor said. "But for the right man or machine, it's quite enjoyable."

"I agree," House said.

"I must admit, I have thought about asking you if I might be allowed such a pleasure."

"And yet you have not asked."

The actor cradled the receiver closer.

"Would you let me fuck you?"