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[kathys81]

The dollmaker in the mist (#1)

Fair warning, this will be a enemy/friends/lovers slowburn so buckle up. Specified female reader but it's not mentioned that much so you can ignore that

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You've heard the stories, yes you have, but they don't deter you from venturing deeper and deeper, only the weight of your goal pushing you forward to a place so far from home where only a handful of the bravest men would venture and even fewer lucky ones would return, though these men were never the same after their coward return, alas, their intentions weren't the best ones. Maybe it was your turn to try your own chances and see if you would fare any better.

Such craft along with this level of skill was rare to find, and with due reason, the carvings were exquisite, with such care that you knew every stroke of the chisel had a purpose. There was only one solution, to take her back to the original craftsman. To find him wouldn't be easy, but for the sake of her, you would do it.

In the carriage, you look at your companion leaning against you and pet her head softly, a sad smile gracing your lips as you once again rake your gaze over that emaciated state.

Dolores's eyes are misty, a yellowish tone characteristic of old forgotten glass tainting the marbles. Her beautiful baby blue dress is torn along the delicate fabric of the skirt and it's full of creases that mercilessly show the deplorable state she is in. So many memories return to you as your fingers gently rearrange the light brown curls of her long hair to let her cracked face show.

You remember how you both used to be the best of friends, inseparable even, now you could say you're nothing more than old companions, old friends if you will, though the love you have for her hasn't changed in the slightest even after all the time you've spent apart.

Dolores means so much to you, and you'll do everything in your power to get her back to her old glory.

Looking outside the window to that snowy landscape you think back to a few days ago. It had taken a lot of effort to go back to the old manor. Walking the dusty carpet again felt so unreal and yet it felt as if you never left. The corridors were exactly as you remembered, not a single vase out of place. In a sense it felt as if you were roaming inside an old painting, along with the spiderwebs adorning the antique decorations. There you found her, sitting against the pillows in what used to be your bed was your precious Dolores. The soft rays of the afternoon sun hitting her ceramic face. She was as beautiful as the last time you saw her, all those years ago.

If someone asked you what would you change if you had the chance to go back in time, undoubtedly you'd answer I'd take her with me…

Now, as the driver tells you that the bottom of the mountain is as far as he'll go, you wander deeper into the Valley Of Mist by foot. A few hours later of intense cardio, with the weight of your doll secured in a wooden case on your back and determination burning inside your chest, you cross the hanging bridge towards the house that bears the same name that is engraved in golden italics in your dearest doll; Beneviento…

[kathys81]

Can I request something with bottom trans!Donna being put over the reader's lap and spanked until she's red and sore before letting you finger her in the ass to stretch her out first and then taking your strap and roughly fucking her virgin ass while she screams in ecstasy until eventually falling over the edge, trembling and out of breath and barely able to move? 🤤🤤🤤🤤 Something about submissive trans!Donna just makes me wet at the idea of getting to top her. 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

While I usually hc Donna as a top, this ask definitely made me feel some things 😩 I hope you don't mind if I take some creative liberty with it 👀 Because this scene has been living in my head rent free since I got this 😩

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"You like that, don't you?"

The doll-maker cried out as your hand came down firmly against her backside, reddening her fair olive skin.

"Be a good girl and answer me."

"Y-yes."

"Mh.. that's my girl."

Donna whimpered at your praise.. at your claim over her. Crying out again when you struck the other side just as hard.

"And good girls get rewarded, no?"

"Mmph- .. Mhm.."

Even though you couldn't see her face, you could tell she was biting her bottom lip, her womanhood hanging firm between her legs - twitching with each lash across her skin and begging to be stroked.

"And you're always so incredibly good for me, aren't you?"

The delicious sound of flesh against flesh as you spanked her again, this time a little harder.

"Y-yes!"

You smirked wickedly, leaning down - your breath warm against her ear.

"Such a perfect girl."

Your words no more than a whisper as you took her cock into your hand, stroking it once as another strike met her flesh. Her only response a strangled moan, breath shuddering as you stroked over her again - the length of her hard against your palm - matching each spank with an indulgent pump until you felt her start to twitch more and more.

And oh, how she whimpered when you stopped - forcing a dark chuckle across your lips.

"Ready for more, cara mia?"

She cursed softly at the use of her native tongue. "Yes.. please..."

"Heh.. so needy."

You held her place, her body draped across your spread knees as you took the small lubed toy into your hand and readied it against her ass.

"Take a deep breath, darling."

As soon as she did you slowly slid the toy into her, almost moaning as you watched the delicious stretch of it. Your other hand immediately coming back her womanhood, stroking over it as you began a slow pace with the toy.

"That's my good girl. So eager to take it for me."

Donna nodded, needy whimpers the only thing that she could muster as you matched the movements of your hands perfectly. The length of her twitching with each pump as her ass grew wetter and wetter.

And you knew she wouldn't last long, having been spanked and riled up for more than a hour now, you could feel the pressure building on your hand, feel her hips jerking as she began to move them in rhythm with the toy that so perfectly fucked her ass.

"You may have your reward then, cara mia. Go ahead and come for me."

"Ah-!"

The incredibly desperate cry that fell from the doll-maker's lips as you picked up your pace. Practically pounding the toy into her ass and pumping her cock relentlessly until her tight hole clenched and her arousal spilled out from her womanhood forcefully - drenching the floor beneath her.

The entire length of her covered in a deep crimson as you kept your strokes steady - not stopping until the last drop of her desire trickled out of her, cock a pulsing heat in your hand.

"Mh, so good."

You placed a small kiss to the back of her neck, letting her breath steady again before starting a slow place with the toy all over again.

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Ahem

I do hope you enjoy this, dear 😩

[kathys81]

Letters to Juliet: Donna Beneviento x GN!Reader

Masterlist

Requested: No

Donna Beneviento. Not many dared to venture near the lord’s home. Not even for deliveries. Most deliveries were left at the front gates, dropped out of fear, rumors running rampant in their imaginations. That, and not many were fond of a talking doll.

When you started delivering groceries to the Beneviento house, you also just left them at the gate, hoping that they would be taken in before they were eaten by rats or spoiled. You always delivered on the same day, at the same time every week, without fail.

At first, you noticed that every once in a while some of the deliveries hadn’t been brought in and stayed out to rot. Without a second thought, you would discard the rotten, old groceries after leaving behind the fresh delivery. This became a regular occurrence soon enough. Every other week, you’d find spoiled and rotten groceries.

For the next two months, every time you made a delivery, you felt as though you were being watched. Whenever you looked around, you swore you saw two figures in the distance, hiding in the fog and pollen.

Another two months go by before you decide to try the gate. You thought it would be locked, but were surprised when it swung open with ease at the slightest touch. You started leaving your deliveries inside the gates, not yet brave enough to venture up the path towards the house.

Three months pass, and you’ve mustered up the nerve to traverse the path to the main house. The first time you left a delivery on the doorstep, you half expected someone, even the lady of the house herself, to emerge from the house and scold you for trespassing. You breathed a sigh of relief when the door remained closed.

You were in and out the first couple of weeks but soon enough, each week you grew a bit braver. After each delivery, you took a chance and explored the garden a bit. The waterfall is your favorite. You again felt as though you were being watched every time you admired the garden or the waterfall. Most of the time, when you looked, you spotted a doll in the window; always the same one, seemingly watching you. It made you a bit uneasy, but not enough to deter you from your deliveries or exploration of the grounds. Sometimes, you’d catch the silhouette or retreating shadow of the lady, the doll maker as the townsfolk called her.

Even when winter came, you would trek the path, through the snow and cold, to the front doors of house Beneviento. Even then, in the freezing cold; nose red and sniffling, you’d take the time to explore the grounds and admire the waterfall and its refusal to conform to the cold. And still, you’d find either the doll or a shadow at the window watching you.

Winter is long and at times harsh in the village. A month into your winter deliveries, there began appearing a hot cup of tea awaiting you on a small table next to the doors. You heard all the rumors, so you were weary of the offered beverage, but you also did not wish to upset the lady of the house. Tentatively, you drank the tea; letting it warm you from the inside out as you walked the grounds. After finishing the tea, you set it back on the table and left a quickly scrawled ‘thank you’ on a piece of scrap paper you found in your pocket.

That note was the beginning of your correspondence with the lady of the house. Every delivery since then there’s been a note for you and some paper and a pen for you to leave a response. For the remainder of the winter and the entire spring, you passed notes with one of the most feared people in the village. It made you feel like a teenager passing notes in class to the girl you liked. You kept every note, hoping she did too.

As summer rolled around, you found the notes and tea moved to the table in the garden. You didn't mind. You often told the lady in your letters how much you admired her garden. Through the summer and fall, you sat in the garden, surrounded by spring blooms and autumn falls, drinking tea and writing to your new friend.

The content of the letters was nothing special at first. Mostly questions back and forth, trying to get to know the lady as much as she wanted to know you. Over time, their worth became so much more. Soon enough, you found yourself falling for her. Through her words, and her words alone, your heart began to fall. Each new letter was a treasure to you. She opened up to you and trusted you, and you knew the value of her trust.

As winter came back around, marking a year of correspondence and almost a year of falling for her, you began to grow nervous. Your first delivery of the new winter, you found the front door slightly ajar and a note. You read the note first and without hesitation entered the house Beneviento for the first time. You closed the door behind you before you turned to find arrows, drawn on paper, taped to the wall pointing you down a hall. You followed the arrows and ended up in the kitchen. To thank her for her kindness and trust and for letting you into her home, you took a few minutes to put away the delivery you brought.

After putting away the groceries, you turn and find a pale doll in a white dress with a matching veil and a cracked face holding a note. As you walked towards her and reached for the note, you swore her eyes were following you. Next to the doll, you noticed a few sheets of paper, a pen, and a cup of tea. In her note, Donna explains that the doll's name is 'Angie' and that she would feel much better if you had tea inside the house this winter and that maybe someday you'll have tea with her. Reading that had you blushing, and were it not for the cold of winter it would have been obvious to anyone who saw you at that very moment.

For that entire winter, you would come into the house and have tea with Angie. The first time she spoke to you, you nearly had a heart attack while she cackled like a madwoman. It wasn't the fact that she spoke that startled you, it was that she had done so suddenly. You had heard the rumors and the gossip about how the lords and mother Miranda practiced 'black magic'. Talking to Angie was an easy thing to get used to, as you mostly talked to yourself when you were walking the grounds.

Next spring rolled around and tea time with Angie moved to the garden. You were still allowed to enter the house to put away your delivery. You made sure to make quick work of it because you didn't like lingering in the house too long, and you didn't want to risk whatever this thing with Donna was. Tea time with Angie in the garden was fun. She liked to hear all the town gossip, and in exchange told you all the gossip about the other lords and mother Miranda. Angie didn't like to talk about Donna. You never asked, and you still exchange letters with her, so there was no need.

When the first delivery of summer came around, you did your usual. You brought the groceries into the kitchen and put them away. You made your way outside towards the garden, admiring the summer blooms along the way. When you came upon the table in the garden, you expected to see Angie in her usual spot waiting for you with a note and a cup of tea. What you found was the lady of the house, Donna Beneviento, in the flesh, clad in a black mourning dress and face covered by a black veil. You stopped in your tracks once you saw her, almost dropping the small flower crown you made for Angie with flowers from your small garden.

Donna beckoned you, and you almost tripped over your own feet walking to her. You swallowed hard before taking what had become your usual seat across from Donna. You were still a bit stunned, and your heart was going a million miles per second. Donna was the first to speak.

“It's nice to actually meet you,” she said. And you practically swooned. To you, her voice sounded like a lullaby, and you would definitely try to keep her talking.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, “it’s a pleasure to meet you as well.”

You felt your face and ears heating up, but you couldn't tell if it was because of the summer sun and heat, or if it was from you blushing at hearing her voice for the first time. You took her in a bit longer before reaching out for your cup of tea. The small talk started a bit awkward, but soon enough conversation started to flow easier. Before leaving that day, you made sure to give Donna the flower crown you made for Angie. For the rest of the summer, you had tea in the garden with Donna after your deliveries, occasionally accompanied by Angie.

Another autumn started to settle on the village. The leaves started to change, and the summer blooms started drooping. The first few weeks of autumn were warm enough to have tea outside. But as evenings got chillier and the rains fell more often, you were swept into the house and welcomed to the sound of Angie running down the stairs. On some of the colder days, you walked into the kitchen to find Donna baking. You began to come by on some of your off days, and Donna welcomed you eagerly in a quiet way, happy to have company.

Winter rushed in shortly after. With the colder nights, you stayed longer and well into the evening. Donna, with Angie's encouragement, started showing you around the house. As the winter got colder, you ended up staying the night a few times. In the mornings after, you’d find Donna in the kitchen making breakfast with Angie's help. You’d never caught Donna in her nightgown, she always managed to be fully dressed when you found her. Never wanting to push her limits, you waited ever patiently.

As the village defrosted with the arrival of spring, you started helping Donna in the garden. Not as skilled as she is, you tried your best and Angie helped as well. One day, as you walked the grounds and through the garden with Donna at your side, you talked about flowers and things and just enjoying each other’s company and nice weather. You had been lightly clenching and unclenching your hand, as Donna’s hand would lightly brush against yours every so often. You steeled yourself before reaching over and gently clasping her hand in yours. You both went quiet for a bit, still walking. You were blushing, and you were certain she was too. Despite the mildly warm day, her hands were cool to the touch; while yours were heating up. Donna didn’t seem to mind though as she gave your hand a light squeeze. You went about the rest of the day, holding her hand as often as you could.

As spring faded into summer, you and Donna only got closer. You were hesitant to tell her how you felt, but sooner or later you’re going to have to tell her. For now, you’re content with just being around her. On one of the last nights of spring, Donna invited you to stay the night. She had a meeting earlier that day, and you got the feeling that it didn’t go so well. You agreed without hesitation and spent the night in a guest room that had become reserved especially for you.

You were awakened by the sound of your bedroom door opening. You thought it was just Angie, who liked to sleep in your bed sometimes when you spent the night. You sat up at the sound of Donna’s voice. You reached for the bedside lamp and clicked it on. In the low light, you saw, really saw her for the first time. Her dark blue nightgown and her hair in a messy bun, disheveled and falling apart. Not wanting to stare too long, you lifted the covers and beckoned her over.

Donna knew you wouldn’t care about the disfiguration of her face, but she was still scared and insecure. But tonight she didn’t care. She couldn't sleep and she had a long day. She’s already bared her soul, and you bore yours to her. She trusted you with her life, and Angie's been giving her some tough love about the whole thing. When Donna crept into your room to see if you would let her sleep in your bed, she half expected you to give her your entire bed and sleep on the floor.

She climbed under the covers and into bed with you. You lay face to face with her, your eyes tracing every line and every curve and committing them to memory. Neither of you needed to speak. She took hold of one of your hands and your other one gently caressed her face, brushing a few stray hairs from her face. You’re about to lean and kiss her when Angie with all her might kicks the door in and climbs to the foot of the bed. You opt to kiss Donna on the forehead and squeeze her hand. Angie wedged herself between you two under the covers. You give Donna’s hand another squeeze and plant a soft kiss over her disfigured eyes before reaching behind you and turning out the lamp. You’ll deal with everything in the morning.

[kathys81]

can you write a Medusa x mc fic or drabbles on how the twins prepares for Mother's day or one of their parent's birthday?

On the run-up to Mother's Day, Saffi and Celeste were extraordinarily prepared; presents had been purchased in advance, and a giant card had been constructed.

This was an event very few arguments were held over, knowing that the sole focus was their mothers. However, that doesn't mean to say that there weren't any bumps along the way.

When it came to designing the card, which was far taller than both of them, the pair deliberated over which pictures to draw.

In the end, their squabbling drew the attention of Medusa, and with Celeste's quick thinking, Saffi had time to hide their unfinished masterpiece.

Thankfully that scare put them straight and together they chose to incorporate both ideas to create a card bursting with love.

Getting presents, now that was the hard part. Using their aunts Eryn and Scylla as a guise, the twins got to go into the city with specific items in mind; each had been written on a crumpled list that Saffi clutched in her small hand.

Putting their money to good use, the two got what they came for, ranging from cookbooks to mugs, and even a little something special that their aunts contributed to.

With envelopes sealed and gifts neatly wrapped in paper, the girls awoke early, determined to get a head start on breakfast.

The commotion in the kitchen was what undoubtedly stirred their mothers from their sleep. Although the whirlwind of chaos the pair were confronted with, evoked nothing but fond smiles.

Despite being somewhat covered in flour, both adults embraced their daughters, who laughed and squirmed in an attempt to escape, eager to show them all that they had done.

Hint the present their aunts helped with were matching necklaces. A set of lockets with charms within, each depicting the Aura each member possessed, this certainly did not fail to bring tears to both Medusa and MC’s eyes. 

Each Mother's Day was similarly spent, showering their mothers with gifts, breakfast in bed and affection without fail.  

[kathys81]

This site has tons of Daddy-centered fics featuring tons of wrestlers so, I figured I'd go the other route in honor of Sonya's ''leather mommy'' gear. 😂 As I've said before, I've tagged people who liked the post regarding my ''Upcoming WWE drabbles''. But if this type of fic isn't your cup of tea, feel free to ignore it or message me and let me know if there are specific fics you'd like to or wouldn't like to be tagged in.

Hope you enjoy it, my loves! This one took a bit of a soft turn. 🥺

Sonya Deville x Female Reader

Summary: Authority figure! Sonya and Fem Bratty!Reader christen Sonya's office before her first match in 14 months.

Tags: 18+, caning, BDSM/Kink in public, Mommy kink, bratty reader, mdlg elements, subspace.)

Word Count: 1,126

‘’Ready for your match, Mommy?’’ I asked with excitement lighting up my entire face.

It was Sonya’s first match since having to take a step back from it all 14 months earlier, and I think I was more excited than she was about her match against Naomi.

Plus, it didn’t help that she looked sexier than ever in her new all-black gear.

We were waiting in her office for her to be called for the match.

Sitting atop of her desk, I sat back and looked her over.

Sonya looked confident.

She only ever seemed this sure of herself these days when she was dominating me.

I was like an open book to her, and she knew how to get the reaction that she wanted out of me without even having to say a word.

‘’I am! And you look so sexy tonight, babe. Is that the dress I bought a couple months ago?’’ Sonya murmured, placing her hands underneath my dress, and stroking my thighs while she lightly kissed my lips, mindful of her recently applied lip gloss.

I could tell from Sonya’s gaze alone that she was pleased by what I had chosen to wear tonight.

‘’It is!... wanna see what I’m wearing underneath, Mommy?’’ I murmured against her lip, stroking her arms.

I let out a soft giggle at the sultry smirk that began to spread across Sonya’s face.

‘’Don’t be naughty, babygirl… I’m at work.’’ Sonya chastised me, but the smirk stayed intact on her dark tinted lips while one of her hands squeezed my thighs, and the other came to rest on the back of my neck.

It was a gentle but firm reminder of who was actually in charge and my eyes fluttered shut at the grounding feeling for a moment.

‘’So? Lock the door, then!’’ I retorted, and Sonya’s brow raised at the demanding tone in my voice.

At that look, I worried my bottom lip between my teeth.

‘’Was that an order, sweetheart?’’ Sonya asked.

By her tone, it almost sounded as if there were really any room for discussion.

I quickly shook my head, but I knew it was no use.

I was getting some attention, just maybe not exactly the one I ordered… or was it?

I bite back a smile when Sonya let out a deep sigh and began rummaging through one of her duffle bags.

‘’Get up. Turn around and place your hands on the desk.’’ Sonya commanded, and I struggled not to sigh happily as she came closer to me and began massaging the soft skin of my now exposed thighs and my ass, warming the skin up for what was sure to be an intense punishment.

I had no idea what Sonya had grabbed from her bag until I felt the telltale drag of a cane against my skin. and I gulped hard in anticipation for the first blow.

‘’I don’t like punishing you.’’ Sonya said, now tapping the cane lightly on my thighs and dragging it up to my ass to give it the same treatment.

That was a lie.

Punishments were half the fun for her, and we both knew it.

Again, I suppressed a grin even though I wasn’t facing her.

‘’I’m sorry, Mommy…’’ I replied, licking my lips as Sonya let the cane hit my skin in stronger strokes.

‘’Hmm. Are you, though? Cuz I really don’t think you are.’’ Sonya shot back, calling my bluff.

‘’But you will be.’’

Now her tone made my heart skip a beat and I let out small gasps every time the cane tapped on my skin with a soft thwack sound.

My skin felt hot to the touch the longer Sonya spent warming me up for the incoming spanking that I knew I more than deserved.

Messing with her was my specialty, and my mouth always ended up getting me into trouble.

‘’H-how many are you going to give me, Mommy?’’ I asked, now fully letting go and handing complete control over to Sonya, and she knew it.

I knew she was working out how long she had before her match was set to start before, she finally answered my question.

‘’20.’’ She replied and I let out a soft sigh of relief.

Strikes from a cane hurt like a bitch, but I could do 20.

‘’On each side.’’ Sonya added, and before I could help it, I let out a sound of protest.

‘’I can make it 30 if you question me again.’’ She said harshly, and I didn’t doubt her for even a second.

So, I decided to bite the bullet and take what she was offering.

She was definitely getting more comfortable with getting harsher with her punishments.

With a brat like me, I don’t think she had much of a choice.

‘’No, Mommy. 20’s fair.’’ I replied and I heard Sonya chuckle softly behind me.

‘’Thought so... and to think, I was actually planning on making you cum for me tonight.’’ Sonya teased, letting the cane graze against my panty-clad pussy.

At the 1st strike, I wanted to laugh.

By the 10th, I was fighting back tears.

By the 20th strike, I was trying to muffle the sound of my sobs against my arm.

When it was over, I immediately reached for Sonya, sighing, and letting out soft sobs against her chest as she finally wrapped her arms around me.

‘’It’s okay, babe… you’re okay. You took your punishment so well, baby.’’ Sonya murmured.

Praise poured out of her mouth and into my ear, and it left me feeling as if I were being enveloped by a warm and fuzzy blanket.

In a cruel turn of events though, there was a knock at the door and Sonya and I were forced to separate while she told WWE producers that she’d be at gorilla position in a minute.

I knew we were pushing it by playing while Sonya was at work but, it brought a soft smile onto my face at the fact that she still managed to make sure that I was settled before she got back to business.

‘’You can go, Mommy. I’m okay. Promise.’’ I smiled at her, feeling warm all over once again at the sweet smile I got in return, full of love and adoration.

I sighed pleasantly as Sonya pulled my favorite, ultra-soft blanket out from her bag and wrapped me up like a burrito after I sat down carefully on her desk chair.

‘’I’ll come back and rub lotion on you later. Okay, baby?’’ Sonya murmured, kissing my forehead tenderly, with zero trace of the harsh dominance from earlier.

I nodded and puckered my lips, smiling as she lightly kissed my lips before I watched her walk away and I was left to watch her match from her office…

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[kathys81]

Ronda Rousey may be the "baddest woman on the planet" but Sonya Deville just competed in Saudi Arabia where being gay can be tried as a capital crime with the punishment of death. Win or lose, Sonya just did that & is one of the bravest women on the planet 🙌

[kathys81]

Top Trumps: Astoria: Fate’s Kiss & Lost Kisses Collection ✨

I decided to combine these two series. I’ve no doubt Astoria: Fate’s Kiss remains one of their most successful series’ to date and Astoria: Lost Kisses was a good idea in principle. People were begging for more content and it made sense to expand on the stories pre-wedding & kids. It worked brilliantly for Astraeus who had less Fate’s Kiss seasons than the others, but for everyone else, it did feel a bit like filler. I feel like there were parts of the original storylines that could have been explored in more depth rather than just adding in new villains, but it is what it is.

[kathys81]

http://poll-maker.com/poll4014493x7A864395-127

Hey everyone! I’ve been wondering who’s the most popular female love interest for Lovestruck in a while now so I’ve decided to make a poll for it…. For Science 👀. You can either go to the link or my blog to vote.

Votes are hidden so I’ll reveal who’s at the top in less than a week maybe.

[Please do share this so I can get a more accurate answer based on the votes. It’ll not be 100% accurate but it’s the best I can think of atm. Thank you~♡]

[kathys81]

Mac? Medusa? Wrath? May I have a hug or any kind of comfort? I'm having a severe breakdown because a family member is disrespecting my deceased father's memory... They already did something really bad to him at his funeral and I just don't know if I can take it anymore... Thank you all in advance... *Leaves flowers for them.*

“I’m sorry you’re going through that. It’s not easy to see people tearing down a person after they died. And I’m sorry for your loss. You are always welcome to come to the bookshop to escape if you need.”

[opens her arms to hug you as she talks low enough for only you to hear] “Listen, family can be difficult, but that doesn’t mean you have to tolerate people saying bad things about your father. If you find yourself unable to stick up for him, leave the room. Don’t let them have the satisfaction of your reactions to their cruelty. Call an understanding friend and talk to them about what you are going through.”

“You have more strength then you will ever know and I am sorry you are hurting right now. If you ever want to get some of that pent up energy out, come over to my boxing gym. That offer has no expiration date and having that physical release of emotions during a workout is a great way to channel your inner pain. Whatever you decide to do, just know that I’ve got your back. 100%.” [squeezes before letting go]

“They had no right disrespecting your father like that, especially after his passing. It’s a cowardly trait to come after anyone who has no defense or way to stand up against slander and attacks like that. I hope you have other family members that can help you to stand up to them.”

“How about we take these flowers and visit your father’s resting place. I’m sure he’ll appreciate the company and we can talk more there. It’d be an honor to pay my respects to him.” [hugs you tightly] “Just hang in there and let yourself feel whatever you need to.”

[kathys81]

Hey my favorite bunch of mods, how ya doing?

Now to my questions😁

What is your favorite song and why?

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And last but not least if your have free 3 wishes, what would it be?

Sending big hugs to all of you, thanx for all of your work with this blog, it's a sunny, funny, place where I have meet a lot of wonderful peoples and where I can find peace in a hectic life.

‘Hai hai! I’m okay, how are you??

💗 Mmmm, you have to ask the hard questions, huh? Currently, my favorite song is probably either “My Jolly Sailor Bold” by Ashley Serena, because I really enjoy the beat and vibe, or “One For The Angels” by Transviolet, because my best friend played it for me as it reminded them of me.

💗 My favorite movie currently is “Howl’s Moving Castle”!

💗 My three wishes:

1. I’d wish for enough money to buy my Mom’s dream house.

2. Enough money to help my family pay off all their bills, as well as mine.

3. For my best friend to have everything she may need whether that be money or whatever.

Hugs returned!!’

~Mod Cecelia🩸

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‘Hello hello hello! I am doing amazingly! Let us start with the questions.~

❤️ Favourite song... [He casually opens his Spotify] Let me see... “Rebels” by Call Me Karizma. It represents how I act as a person, not only as Vivienne. Like... it vibes with me.

❤️ Favourite movie... “Chicago” (2002). I had the biggest crush on Velma Kelly when I first watched it.

❤️ Three wishes, these are more self centred.

1) Letting go of my random bursts of envy.

2) Stopping the FREQUENT heartbreak.

3) Contentment in the people I'm close to.’

-💎 Mod Vivienne

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‘Hi there. I'm doing all right. Having a little issue with life, but I'm getting by.

🧡 What is your favorite song and why?

Oh, that's tough... I have two. “Gloria” - Laura Branigan and “Hold On” - Wilson Phillips. Both are so good and are seriously uplifting songs. I really love them both.

🧡 What is your favorite movie?

“Jurassic Park”.

🧡 And last but not least, if you have 3 free wishes, what would they be?

Oh... UH...

1. To give happiness to everyone

2. To have our pets live forever.

3. To always have enough money.’

- 🐍 Mod Medusa

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‘Hey Kathy!

I'm doing very well, thank you! I hope you are doing well also.

💛 I have lots of favorite songs... one that springs to mind is “Blue Jean” by David Bowie, why? He's one of my all-time fav artists growing up and the song brings back happy memories of when I saw him live in NYC.

💛 Ooh, I have soo many fav movies! Hmm, again one that springs to mind is “Death Becomes Her”.

💛 [Raises an eyebrow] Three wishes, huh? Wishes are dangerous... can mess with the balance of things... my wishes have so far... come true. I do not wish for anything more, I am grateful as is, thank you. [Bows]

I'm soo glad you feel safe, happy, and loved within our community. That makes me very happy. 🥰’

- Mod Vinca

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‘Hey hey, Kathys81! ❤

I’m very well, thank you! I hope the same goes for you! Been a bit tired these last couple days, but that’s all on me (drawing til late hours, lol). Hmm on to the questions.

💚 I have too many favorites songs! So I can’t choose! They all are so different, depending on lots of things. But my favorite Arist of all-time is a Swedish singer named Rebecka Törnqvist.

💚 “Alien: Anthology”[*cough*SigourneyIsHot*cough*]

💚 My three wishes would be:

1. For my family and friends to live a long, happy, and healthy life. Without having to worry about anything.

2. To be able to go back and forth in time, to experience different eras… like teleporting!

3. To be able to meet my favorite LoveStruck characters in person. [ahem] 👀😳

Thank you for giving us such kind words! [hugs back]’

- 🍃 Mod Evina

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‘Hi! I’m doing okay, been doing a bit better that I was.

💙 My favorite song… Hmm going to go with anything by John Williams.

💙 Favorite movie: definitely “Frozen”.

💙 Three wishes?

1. To be a full woman.

2. Become pregnant.

3. And kinda a goal, kinda a wish, to become a certified Midwife.

Thank you for the hug!’

- ✨ Mod Liora

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‘Hey Kathy! I'm doing well, thanks; can't complain. 😁 Ooooh, questions...

💜 Favorite song: This can change from moment to moment, but for the past couple of years it's been "Heaven Is a Place On Earth" by Belinda Carlisle. Feels like I've always loved Belinda's voice from the moment I heard her singing with the Go-Gos, and this particular song was put back on my radar big-time by an episode of “Black Mirror” (San Junipero). Look, I'm a child of the 80's, I'm a hopeful romantic, and I love happy, bubbly (sappy) pop songs, okay? LOL.

💜 Favorite movie: I have two and both must be mentioned - "The Black Stallion" (1979) and "Carol" (2015). One is a horse film, one is a lesbian love story. Both are cinematic works of art and I had spiritual epiphanies watching both. Fun Fact: Having a spiritual epiphany at age 4 is kinda tough. [chuckles] I handled the "Carol" epiphany a bit better. 😉

💜 Three wishes, huh? Two of these are less wishes and more life goals, but here goes:

1 - To own a horse and learn to ride

2 - To publish one of the very many novels in my head (assuming I ever write any of them 👉👈 )

3 - … 👀

Am I really gonna say this in my "out loud" typing?

Yes, yes I am because maybe if I say it often enough, I can will it into being... To meet and befriend a chubby-chaser version of Helena Klein [blushes]

Now, did someone say hugs? [makes grabby hands] Come here, you! [hugs]’

- Mod Helena ⚔️

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‘How’s it going, Kathy! Things fluctuate in life, but I generally stay on the happier, positive side of things. I hope all is going well for you & thanks for the questions! 😸

🤎 My favorite song is: “Gravity” by Sara Bareilles & has been for the past 10 years or so. She is one of my all-time fave singers and that song is just so hauntingly beautiful. She plays her vocal cords like an instrument in it! 🥰

🤎 My fave movies are “Seven Brides for Seven Brothers” & “Tipping the Velvet”. I’m aware of how problemic the first movie is, as it’s a 50’s musical. I just adore musicals and grew up watching so many older ones, so I’m more forgiving for those than more recent movies. “Tipping the Velvet” was a lovely book by Sarah Waters, so when I heard the BBC had done a mini-series of it, I just had to see that lesbian hero’s journey brought to life! 🤩

🤎 3 wishes… hmm…

1. Financial stability for both my loved ones and me for the rest of our lives (while still being able to travel).

2. To be able to talk to animals & thus, be able to help elevate their voices. Saving habitats & species alike.

3. I’d wish for my wife (and future kids) to be happy and taken care of, should anything ever happen to me.

Lovely chatting with you, Kathys81! Take care! [Big bear hug from this werewolf!]’

~ 🐺 Mod Mackenzie

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‘Hello, dear… I'm fairing quite well, and I hope you are, too. 🖤

As for the questions:

🖤 Picking a favorite song would be… an impossible feat. 🤣 I have far, far too many. I have been listening to a lot of Written by Wolves lately, though - so currently the songs “Demons”, “Lucky Stars”, and their cover of “Elastic Heart” are my top tracks.

🖤 Favorite movie is just as hard. 😅 Er... Hm... the original “Black Christmas”, maybe? Or the “Emperor's New Groove”? 🤣 I dunno… I have a lot. 😅

🖤 1. To be able to travel uninhibitedly.

2. To be able to see myself through the eyes of the people who care about me most.

3. A lifetime supply of pizza.

Hugs back to you, dear! 🖤

- Mod Ruelle

[kathys81]

So question for Rory and Medusa, y'all seem to go back a bit, did you both hook up at some point before you found your wives?

“Oh… I will neither confirm nor deny this.” [laughs]

“… I second that statement.” [says completely deadpan]

[kathys81]

Mac, Medusa, Serena, Liora, Vivienne? May I request hugs? September is full of death and mourning for me. I tend to shut down every emotion and become so numb that I barely take care of myself. So, may I have some comfort to get me going through this terrible month? Please and thank you all. *Leaves flowers for them.*

[pulls you into her arms] “My condolences on the passing of your loved ones. Whenever you start to feel that numbness creep in, try calling someone who understands what you are going through or that cares enough to listen. Let yourself feel what you need to right now. Thank you kindly for the flowers and I’m here to chat whenever you need a friend.” [squeezes tighter]

“You can always have a hug here. But as Mac suggested, try to find something to help the numbness. I know how much it hurts to have a loved one pass away. Might I suggest diving into a book? I heard there was a book called ‘Lore’ by Alexandra Bracken that was interesting. And thank you for the flowers. Please stop by the bookstore if you need anything.”

“I am very sorry to hear this, dearest! Of course I can give you a hug!” [hugs with care] “Remember to try and commuicate with your loved ones for support, even though it can be hard to do so. Thank you for the beautiful flowers, that is very sweet of you.”

“Of course, dear. My arms are always open to you.” [gives hug] “We are here when you require us.”

"Of course." [she hugs you tight] "I know how that can be. I am sorry that your month did not go that well, but it can only go up from here." [she smiles softly, maintaining eye contact] "Thank you for the flowers by the way, darling."

[kathys81]

hey Medusa can you give pegasus some carrots and head scritches for me?

“If you are referring to my Aura, I’m afraid it doesn’t work like that, but I will ensure my wife does so with actual Pegasus when she goes to Olympus next.”

[kathys81]

hiii liora do you have tips for dealing with anxiety?? ✨ (btw I love you)

“Try and do something relaxing when you are home. Watch a favorite show or listen to soothing music, perhaps do something fun with family or friends.”

“I am flattered, but I am afraid my heart belongs to another.”

[kathys81]

Hiii im new to asking questions so how do i come out to my mother?

“You can see what she thinks about famous people who are gay or lesbian, if she reacts favorably; there’s a good chance she’ll support you. You can also see what she thinks about shows that have lesbian characters in them.”

“I told my mother that one of my friends was a lesbian. She said that someone should love whomever they wanted. When I heard that, I knew I could tell her I was a lesbian myself.”

“The only thing I can advise is to take it slow. Go to the person you feel closest to and come out to them first. You could inquire on how they feel about allyship with the LGBT community and come out to them if they take that well.”

“As a mom, I can tell you that MC was extremely nervous when she came out to me. If your mother loves you anywhere near as much as I do her, she’ll listen. Be honest and make sure you listen to her.”

“I had already came out as bisexual and knew that those I cared about would support me. Then I met my Dad and I didn’t even know when a good time to tell him would be. He had apparently done his research on me and already knew by the time Mildred Von Speier made her nasty comments in front of the committee board.”

“I was so relieved to know he had my back, but I’m aware that not everyone has that experience. I would test the waters to see how she feels about the LGBTQ+ community and decide how you want to proceed after that. Just know that family can be made, it doesn’t always come down to blood relations. Remember that you are not alone and that you are worthy of love, from everyone in your life.”

[kathys81]

Euryale do you ever go through an emo phase? What about stheno or Medusa?

Emo phase? I actually don't know what that is. 

You actually do. You're in it right now with wanting to kill everyone. And no, I did not. I was not allowed to actually go through phases as mother wanted a perfect daughter. 

I went through a Mob boss phase. Does that count?