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ectoplasmjames.bsky.social
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jay | he/him, she/her | mid 20s | putting the vampire armand in The Device | ao3 @williamshooketh | i make edits too youtube.com/@ectoplasmjames_
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Krailert & Naran | The Blue Notebooks [SHINE]

first in an edit series i'm planning to the tune of max richter's blue notebooks project. dailymotion link is in progress

WATCH: youtu.be/lg1O3Url50g?si=CTFIbctYmc0tZkaZ
two-shot of krailert, lit blue, looking at naran, who's just taken a picture of him. faint courier text reads "THE BLUE NOTEBOOKS"
November 28, 2025 at 8:47 PM
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Burning Desire | Burnout Syndrome Ep. 1 [BL]

everyone say thank you p'nuchy

WATCH: youtu.be/tVwtX_r3bBk
jira writhing in erotic ecstasy on his bed. soft focus italicized text to the right reads "burning desire"
November 27, 2025 at 8:24 PM
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it IS correct that wooyoung’s lil guy is the only one with a collar, and the collar has a bell on it tho
the full array of aniteez, including the black cat that is wooyoung, who has a little red collar with a jingle bell on it headline tagged “animals” that reads “Beware The Jingler”
November 27, 2025 at 9:25 AM
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i don’t really ever get the urge to get a little kpop creature but sometimes i see hongjoong’s lil guy and i’m consumed with avarice. that fucking thing has a rap sheet
a little brown stuffed squirrel. its face looks like >:3
November 26, 2025 at 5:13 PM
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MOOOOOOORE
November 25, 2025 at 5:57 PM
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my relationship with my body is feeling a little more tenuous than usual lately so i may start foodposting more anyway here’s some chicken sausage and rice i made for lunch this week
chicken sausage and rice, heaping with cajun seasoning. it is mostly gone
November 24, 2025 at 6:12 PM
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Without downloading any new pics, what's it like to date you
November 23, 2025 at 1:26 PM
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whatsapp message from me that says “me when emily st aubert expresses her sentiments in the following lines” with an accompanying picture of larry david looking small and sad on zoom
November 21, 2025 at 12:41 AM
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November 19, 2025 at 6:51 PM
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This tree is pruned and clipped and has to learn to take it.

🩸 iwtv, loumand, e, 9.9k
🩸 human au
🩸 louis meets his in-law
🩸 come for the loumand tpe, stay for the pervasive sense of Dread
🩸 i'm actually quite proud of this yall

archiveofourown.org/works/744133...
AO3 Title: This tree is pruned and clipped and has to learn to take it. Author: williamshooketh Summary: “Look, I don’t blame you,” Louis says. “Family’s always tough." A year and a half after the wedding, Louis meets his father-in-law.
November 18, 2025 at 9:41 PM
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"I'm so nice to you it kills me," he says when Armand is back in his arms.
November 14, 2025 at 12:41 AM
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filthy friday starts early ok and the flavor is hole inspection
Louis gives him a knowing glance. He turns his toothbrush on. “Dry off and get on the bed,” he says. The guilty look gets guiltier. Armand’s shoulders turn inward. “Yes, sir.” He goes. Louis takes his time brushing his teeth, then he returns to the bed where Armand is seated naked and waiting for him. “On your side, knee to your chest.” He settles behind him as Armand gets into position. Armand covers his eyes, and Louis circles his hole with a fingertips. It’s flushed warm and a little tender, easy to breach. Armand whimpers a little. “Did I give you permission to do that?” Louis asks. He keeps his tone light. Armand’s breath goes out in a rush. His fingers twitch over his eyes. “No, sir.” “Didn’t think so.” “I got caught up in the moment. I’m sorry, sir.” “If you need fucking, you could ask.” “I didn’t—” He stops. Louis strokes down his perineum. He shivers. “Didn’t what?” Armand wets his lips. He grabs under his knee to hold his leg in his position. “Please don’t fuck me while we’re here,” he mumbles finally.
November 14, 2025 at 12:17 AM
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this is a talamasca meme
November 11, 2025 at 9:40 PM
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i will be only intermittently online for most of this week probably so here's an twip tuesday, i feel crazy
White walls, easels and canvas, sketches tacked up over more sketches. The window overlooks the garden. Louis can see why it became the studio, the light that filters in through the glass is strong and pure. “Spying?” Armand is in the doorway that opens onto the hall. “Just a little. I was just thinking the light is perfect in here.” “Yes, it always was.” Armand comes in and goes to the window. “My bed used to be in that corner over there. If I got up early enough, I could put the blinds up and watch the sun rise.” A little brusque, as if embarrassed, he adds, “Bookshelf over there. Desk a few feet from there. Really unfortunate picture of Brad Pitt on a corkboard over there.” Mutual laughter. Louis hugs him from behind. “Any photos of you?” “Dad probably has a lot. He was experimenting with photography, did his own developing.” “I’ll make him get the family albums out tonight.” “Actually—stay here, hang on—” Armand goes through the adjoining bathroom into Marius’s bedroom. He comes back a few seconds later with a framed photo. It’s of three teenagers: a curly-haired boy who’s obviously Armand in the middle, flanked by a slightly older Black boy and a blonde girl who’s kissing Armand’s cheek. Armand taps each face. “Riccardo. Me. Bianca. “Aw, that’s you?” “Yeah.” Louis wolf-whistles. “Okay, Pasolini Boy.” Armand gives him a playfully sultry grin. “Yeah? Would you do me at sixteen?” “Sick fuck. Yeah I’d do you when you were sixteen.” “Sick fuck yourself.” They shove each other, and Louis catches him, bites his ear and the corner of his jaw. Tongue in his mouth. The photo is set forgotten on the nearest easel. Louis’s just sunk his fingers into the flesh below Armand’s ass when someone calls Amadeo and Armand jumps a foot in the air and whirls around. Marius rounds the corner. “There you are. I thought you might be in here,” he says. Armand tries to step away from Louis, but Louis hangs onto him. “Admiring the view,” he says. Armand extracts himself from Louis’s grip. He’s flushed. He goes to Marius. “You repainted it.” His voice is high and brittle. “Broke my heart to do it, but white carried the light better.” “They used to be peacock blue,” Armand explains. “Always so much color up here. Dinner’s ready, I came up to tell you. I want you tell me what you think of this chianti, Amadeo,” he adds, raising his voice as he heads back downstairs. “They stopped carrying the old brand, and I’m not sure this new one is equal to it.”
November 11, 2025 at 12:42 PM
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dammit
November 10, 2025 at 5:20 PM
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also it took me longer than intended to reply bc every time i opened this thread i received this message and it would perplex me so much that i'd forget what i was about
November 8, 2025 at 8:42 PM
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happy friday here's some.? questionable? loumand exit interview? roleplay? i guess? marius is here in spirit
“Does he fuck you?” He already knows the answer from years of sharing Armand’s head, but Armand shifts his weight in the armchair and crosses his legs like the question makes him shy. He shakes his head. “Words.” “No. He doesn’t fuck me.” “So what’s he do with you.” “He uses his hands. Toys, sometimes. His mouth.” “Doesn’t like you touching him?” “He doesn’t like to be touched. It has little to do with me.” “Because Pandora says she got him to put in her plenty.” A little twitch at the corner of the mouth. “She’s had longer to try.” “So he likes having a puppet.” “Mm-hm.” “And you’re good with that?” “I’m good with anything.” “As long as it comes from him.” “With anything,” Armand repeats. “What’s your favorite thing he does?” Rustle of fabric. Armand squeezing his thighs together. “I’m not sure.” “He’s not sure. Why don’t you try thinking before you answer?” He’d blush if he had enough blood in him. Louis hasn’t fed in a while either, but he’s feeling what blood there is in him tug south. He lays a hand on the inside of one thigh, a pose that could be casual. Armand’s throat bobs. His eyes flick from Louis’s hand to his face, then to the open library door. “Are we doing this?” His voice is hushed. His eyes glitter. Louis tugs the fabric of his pants. “Answer the question.”
November 7, 2025 at 12:39 PM
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many peak details in the loumand bedroom set design but not enough love is given to this artistic rendering of some mechanical? part? that looks frankly far more suggestive than it should hanging right by the impact implements
November 6, 2025 at 1:51 PM
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actually my vision literally is just dr roberta bobby
November 5, 2025 at 6:58 PM
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Anyway this is my vision for lestat’s public facing twitter
tweet from dr roberta bobby reading “i never did coke bitch!!! But i put 3 melatonin’s up my butt and phreaked it…All night i dreamt of ghouls and devils”
November 5, 2025 at 6:47 PM
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yeah
meme edited to be a tweet from marius de romanus replying to the vampire lestat: “i’m going to go outside and light myself on fire. what are we doing to our beautiful catamites”
November 4, 2025 at 9:43 PM
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like i always say,
i don’t think my vika, the inventor of Tomato would be too pleased to hear about this
November 1, 2025 at 10:58 PM
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getting silly goofy with the form today
- It hurt so much I thought it would take me with it. If that was the price for having it taken away. I figured, so be it. It’s not that I don’t want to tell you [she added suddenly] it’s just I’m prevented from doing so. - Interesting way of putting it. - I’m forbidden from saying. - By him? You hesitated. You pressed your lips together. - Obedience is like a light in the house of God. - Hmm. What does that mean? - That to obey illuminates his Kingdom for you. It shows you the way to him. - Which him? She couldn’t keep the smile off her face when she asked it. In answer, you were like a dour-faced angel. You pursed your lips. - Was it consensual? - Yes. - You weren’t forced? - No. - Was it Father Gregory? A long pause. - You can just nod, if that’s easier. - It makes no difference. I’m forbidden to say. - One way or the other? - One way or the other. - He’s very handsome, Father Gregory. Another long silence. Helen smiled. - I’m not going to get anything out of you, am I? - Not if you keep up that line of questioning, no. - Understood.
November 1, 2025 at 4:38 PM
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shoutout also the six? people who liked my silly loumand watchlist on letterboxd, happy to be of service
letterboxd list titled "loumand cathedrals" including lost highway, anatomy of a fall, phantom thread, the duke burgundy, possession, gone girl, antichrist, the hunger, crimes of the future, secretary, gaslight, the bitter tears of petra von kant, and love is the devil: study for a portrait of francis bacon there are six likes on the letterboxd list
October 31, 2025 at 11:50 AM
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happy friday, a break (?) from the usual mold and rot for some good old fashioned canon divergence
in Armand’s hand. His fingers slacken. “Inside me,” Armand whispers, “please, I want it—” He’s never done this with a man. He and his meager array of men use their hands and their mouths, nobody takes it… But Armand turns onto his belly beneath him as though it’s second nature and there’s a rustle of fabric, finally, his pants down so Louis can— “Don’t,” Armand says as Louis feels around for his cock. He grabs Louis’s hands. “I don’t need it, just put it—” “What do you mean you don’t need it, of course you need it,” Louis says. He tries to push out from Armand’s grip, but Armand is unshakeable. “Not like I need this.” Armand guides his hands around to his flanks. Louis runs his palms up his hips, over the small of his back. The silken feeling of his skin—has it always been so smooth, so soft? He’s wet and yielding where he needs to be, and tender. Louis grips the base of his cock at the flutter of Armand’s hole against his fingertips. “When’d you do that?” he whispers. “This evening,” Armand says, “before we—I wanted—I’d hoped—” Louis’s head swims. He feels out of his skull. He spits into
October 31, 2025 at 11:40 AM