#{ Busy life of a heiress ( Queue )}

[johnwickb1tsch]

hmmmm ok finally got to think about this. what iffffff... I LOVE the idea of him being the illegitimate son of a politician, or maybe even a billionaire business tycoon. Someone powerful. His mother was a beautiful actress or model or something? he's used to being adjacent to big wealth, but maybe was always kind of on the outside looking in?

What if...he's broke, and he's used to living a certain way. He's conniving but kind of ridiculous, so he fixates on you (an heiress, OR a self-made woman) as a mark. he's trying to get you to fall in love with him... Mayyyybeeee you're a bit of an innocent...?🥴 Corruption kink, anyone? Also, somehow adjacent to his half brother, who he haaaaates. you're his sister's friend? who pedro has a crush on???

(maybe you're an heiress and don't even know it?? You live a normal life and he sweeps you off your feet with money he doesn't actually have. At first it's dazzling, but then it just gets ridiculous. He has intel that some distant auntie left you in her will as a fuck you to her ingrate offspring...and he hopes to cash in)

queue a montage of fun dates, ridiculous fails, and...hot animal sex on a yacht?? but he falls for his own grift!! he realizes he actually DOES love you--you're kind and sweet and so unexpected--while you realize he's been trying to play you this whole time. 😱😱😱 like maybe one of your friends who knows his deal from school and always hated him records him talking to one of his bros during a massage sesh 🤣...dun dun dun!!

tragic ending ---> you kick his ass to the curb, you never come to an understanding.

happy ending ---> john comes crawling to you humbled and apologizing, and you forgive him. but girl you make him sign one HELLUVA prenup! 🤣

but what WOULD a modern don John AU look like??? 🤔👀👀😆 @scarlettspectra @discoscoob @treedaddymcpuffpuff @sweetwolfcupcake @ghcstpyre @lilithlinen

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In shock, Miran looked at the gun the young man in front of the two women held. Was she aware just how dangerous the streets outside were, especially for those of wealth, she would somehow still never have thought to ever cross paths with a situation as such. Of her life being threatened for a short time being unless she’d give the person, who’s face was hidden underneath a wide hood, all her money.

The more glad the young heiress had been to have the other woman on her side, who apparently had noticed the seriousness so much quicker. So now, Miran stood behind her. Couldn’t help still however, but to swallow down in nervous manner, while gently grabbing the shoulder of the other woman.

“ Let’s just... go... okay? Maybe he’s just bluffing? “

[hawnks]

Hello!! I feel like you’d be a good person to ask for book recs :] so, care to share? (ps I love your writing, thank you for sharing it with us ❤️)

Always <3

Station 11, Emily St. John Mandel— Speculative fiction. After the Georgia Flu kills off 90% of the population, a group of actors and musicians travel the midwest, preforming for the towns that have cropped up post-apocalypse. So like...... very unfortunately about a pandemic, but it you can look past that it’s an excellent treatise on what art means to humanity. (tw: death, cults)

The Night Circus, Erin Morgenstern— Historical romance. Two kind-of-orphans are taken under the training of rival magicians, who plan to pit them against each other, preforming increasingly amazing acts of magic within the guise of a traveling circus. Not pictured? They fall in love. And make a couple of friends along the way (tw: physical abuse)

All the Light We Cannot See, Anthony Doerr— Historical fiction. A blind Parisian girl and an orphaned German boy discover the meaning of life, love and hope in the midst of WWII (tw: it’s a war novel)

Heartbreaker, Claudia Dey— Literary fiction. In a town that used to be a cult, a young woman is trapped between the legacy of her mother, and whatever else the outside world might offer. (tw: cults, guns, drugs, sexual content, death. this book changed the way I view storytelling, but if you’re squeamish about basically anything don’t touch this one haha).

Devil in Winter, Lisa Kleypas— Historical romance. Evie is the heiress to a gambling hall, being raised by her abusive extended family. It becomes clear that her only hope of escaping with her life is to marry, but with her stutter and shyness she’s having trouble finding a husband. Queue Sebastian, Lord St. Vincent, irreverent, self important, crass, and in desperate need of cash. (tw: physical abuse, sexual content, guns, this is like romance romance so quite cheesy at times of that’s a turn off for you makkxkskd)

Ten Thousand Doors of January, Alex E Harrow— Historical magical realism. January is the ward of a very rich, very busy man. She feels trapped among his collection of oddities...until she discovers the magic of stories and... Doors. I just started this one so I can’t say much for plot yet, but i love the characterization so far.

I’m adding these last three for absolutely bonkers beautiful styles, but they all have very complicated trigger warnings, so make sure to look them up if you’re interested— The Shipping News, Annie Proloux; Six of Crows, Leigh Bardugo; Ceremony, Leslie Marion Silko

Books of poetry—

Life on Mars, Tracy K Smith

Book of Delights, Ross Gay

Crush, Richard Siken

[ofblackdaffodil]

« She supposed, glumly, that she had meant to be a sort of living marble bust: This is Youthful Intelligence; admire Her. Isn't She Lovely ? » — Gregory Maguire

          It doesn’t take you long to figure out the intricate dynamics which reign over your family are not quite what you might have liked them to be. You are the last ( and, by correlation, the youngest ) daughter of three in a family where your gender and that of your children assigned your worth. It comes as no surprise, then, that your very existence is an utter disappointment for both your parents. You start in life ( and in your family ) with the cards stacked up against you and with your only option being to prove them wrong, to prove you could be the perfect daughter ( so perfect, in fact, that the benefits which would come from your good upbringing might almost make up for the fact you were not a boy ).

         Of course, no one ever said you were a disappointment ( not to your face, at least. Your face only received praises for exceptional harp playing and for staying very quiet and very still at proper society events ). Your mother, Druella Rosier, was a tall and imposing woman who doted on you almost instantly thanks to the obvious likeness between your facial features and that of her side of the family. If she felt let down that you were not the prodigal heir so desired, she could at least make you into her spitting image. Your father, Cygnus Black the Third, considered you with the air of a man always too busy to remember his own children and a feigned, tactical ignorance where he let Druella do as she pleased with your education so long as it fit into the carefully curated mold of pureblood society in general ( and the Blacks in particular ).

         The childhood memories of your father are all monochromatic shades of grey. It is him, sitting in a large armchair in the drawing room on winter evenings, as the sun went down earlier and earlier and the days shortened to engulf him in darkness. It is an office door closed, one that you had never dared touch the handle of until much ( much ) later when you were not a girl anymore, too afraid that you were that the door would open ( or that it wouldn’t. You could never decide which would be worse ). It is his back turned to you as you played yet another melodic harp piece to entertain the guests he has had over for dinner, before he did a careful ( careless ) gesture of the hand and Druella dismissed you back to your bedroom. It is a constant, looming, intriguing presence — And you cannot help but be fascinated by it, despite how lonely it made you feel. You figured people like your father were on top of the world, and it had been drilled into your soul that you deserved nothing less than being on top of the world.

         Your mother, on the other hand, was all pretty smiles and public gestures. She took to parading you ( so young, so youthful, so full of life and eager to please and to learn ) to any and all events you could come with without being entirely out-of-place. You were her favourite accessory, glistening with intelligence and a need for attention and praises which meant you never dared put a foot out of place ( at least not in any space where your parents could know ). At the time, it felt like your only purpose and personality trait was to make your mother ( and the rest of your family ) look good, respectable. And, after spending so much time in this world that it was the only thing you truly knew, you started to take a liking to it ( at least in appearances ). You started to understand. All of this was performance, glitter in the dull lives of other pureblood families. And being that glitter, being the one they looked to in these times ? This felt an awful lot like power.

         Your power started outside of the gates of the Black Estate and ended as soon as you stepped a foot back in. Out there, you were the bright and brilliant heiress to an incredible family fortune. In here, you were merely a daughter in a world ran by sons and fathers and husbands. Your mother made you smart, yet did not value your opinion, as if your intellect should have only been pretense and nothing of particular consequences. Your salvation came first in your siblings and cousins, your first friends and allocated games partners, the people who wanted you to smile but did not expect it to be on queue. Secondly came the books ( a whole library of books, which you got away with reading as they always made strong conversation starters and developed your wits ). You never read just to read, or even just to learn, but with the knowledge and purpose that all of these words would then have to be internalized and used in society. You enjoyed that ( enjoyed the control it gave you ). It is in those long hours reading that you learned to know your father, perhaps better than you knew your mother. Cygnus was a quiet, cold man whose stature imposed as much as any one of his words. He read, too, more than you have ever seen Druella do though certainly not as much as yourself — And if you sat very still and made no noise, he often seemed to forget you were there and let you in on political discussions you might not have been privy to otherwise. Sometimes, even still, you wonder if he did so on purpose, if he had seen coming that out of all of his offspring you would be the most likely to pursue a career dealing in influences and favours. Neither of you will ever address this, but you were a young kid then and these moments felt like freedom from the path carefully traced for you.

         You holiday in Aix-en-Provence or on the French Riviera. You see the world through the mediate looking glass your family has created for you all ( Bella, Andy, Sirius, Regulus and you ), through parties with important dignitaries and lunches with their wives and other kids around your age. If it snowed somewhere in winter ( somewhere other than home ), you were guaranteed to see it at least once during the Christmas Holidays. This was a lonely childhood, but it was also a scintillating one. And while you could share your loneliness ( and forget it ) with your sisters, it did not seem to matter much that your relationship with your parents was solely one meant to serve their interests. You knew they loved you, of course. They dotted on you whenever they could, the sweet youngest daughter of the House of Black ( the princess, the doll, whatever qualifier put you on a pedestal you were not allowed to step away from ), and you had no doubt that they wanted the best for you ( because they wanted the best for the family ), but nowadays you think that perhaps, despite their best efforts, they were not truly meant to be parents. You love them like a daughter anyway, with the utmost respect for tradition and family values.

         You had dreams. Of course you had. If being a human being did not ensure that came with the territory, Hogwarts would certainly have. You think that perhaps, as the youngest daughter ( the well-behaved daughter ), you might be allowed to pursue them. Perhaps it wouldn’t matter that much if it became clear her intellect was more than skin deep. Still, you knew that in order to achieve these dreams, you also had to keep on curating the perfect and pristine image your parents expected of you. You played the part. You did that well. You had dreams, but you were not entirely insensitive to the attraction of power ( of agency ) and of feeding the influence you already held. ( In fact, any dreams which would not take this into account would perhaps be no dream at all. )

         And then, Andy left and your mother was destroying family mementos in the main fireplace, and all your hopes that you might get what you were trying to achieve shatter like the glass on these picture frames. In an instant, you lost all rights to your childhood memories, and it scared you how easy it was to erase a life ( Andy’s life, part of yours ) and you thought you did not want to be next. No dream was worth the trouble of losing the influences and slim agency and respect she had built for herself throughout the years. Your father, in the most booming voice you ever remember him having used towards you, gave lessons on family loyalty ( a mantra you hold dear, toujours pur ) but it was your mother who took care of the practicalities of erasing one Andromeda Black from your home ( as if she had never existed at all ). Your mother cared in her own way, trying to protect what she felt like was left of her family — the cruelty and harshness of the sentence still shook you to your bones, and you wondered if this was what people did to save the ones they loved.

         You’ve grown up now, but your relationship with your parents remains similar to the one you have always had. It is you and your father, silently exchanging the financial and political news pages from the Daily Prophet after breakfast in a silent permission for you to use your brain. It is you and your mother, planning the next society event with luxury and gusto. You are still dotted on, protected ( who else would convince Cygnus Black to allow an animal which was not an owl on his property ? ), but you are now old enough to be a representative of the family in your own rights and to fulfill your duties. And while this might not change how your parents view you, it changes how the rest of the world does, and that is a promising start when trying to ensure the family name and social status. You are, after all, your father’s daughter.

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For a moment he concerned being honest, and telling her that it was far from so innocent. At least on his end. True, he hadn’t intended to get her involved in any of this but he knew for a fact who was chasing them. He also knew that he had obtained some very incriminating evidence on that same person and fully intended to sell it to the highest bidder.

That being the only thing truly stopping him from putting an end to this right now. For none of the information was worth much with their pursuer dead. Which would mean they couldn’t get caught.

So he ignored her panicking as he paced around the room, pretending to look for a way out he knew wasn’t there.

“Undoubtedly,” he said, even though depending on how one looked at it could have been considered something of a lie. “Which is why we should be finding our way out.”

It was a mystery to her, just how Fyodor managed it to stay as calm as he was. At least he didn’t seem as panicked as she felt... unless he was hiding it pretty well? Miran swallowed hard, as she nodded with her lips pressed into a thin line. Thinking, where the exit could be... or could they eventually just somehow break down the door they had entered through? She knew it had closed behind them all of the sudden and was locked. Which was already creepy enough. This all was  just like a horror movie becoming the truth... but ah, if they would go back, their follower surely would find them quicker, right?

Unless he would wait for them there in expection they’d go back there... 

Taking a deep breath, she soon forced a thin smile on her lips. But her azure eyes still clearly showed fear. “ Yes, let’s find a way out there... I assume the exit truly isn’t in here? Maybe we should go into the next one then. “, she muttered every word in a rather quick pace and idly-minded, as she went towards the door. Stopped in her steps however, turning around to the male again.

“ Hold on, but what if he doesn’t follow us but waits for us at the exit? “

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@amusims3 replied to your photo

Pretty! Happy Simblreen ��

Thank you! :)

@goatkibble replied to your post “The Avesnes Aristocracy - 84”

Nope, you're stuck with Madelyn. And why would you want to carry on with some ordinary girl when you could have an heiress?

Lol ikr, Benjamin needs some education regarding the proper aristocratic attitude!

@rosiesimming replied to your photoset “Confession Booth - Justine, Taylor and Thomas Justine: “I’m sick of...”

She probably does, man! She crazy like that. LOL

Lol, very true indeed.

@rosiesimming replied to your photo

Happy Halloween right back at cha!

Thank you! ^^

@rosiesimming replied to your post “Descendants of the Sun - The Yellow is Strong!”

Oh my gosh, they're adorable! Throton and Izanami did well when cooking those twins up. XD I can't wait to see what Nick's kids look like!

I’m so excited to see all the different gene mixes! XD

@goatkibble replied to your photoset “Later that night, Eduardo was standing in his bush again, but this...”

YASSSSSS true love!

Lol, I can’t help it they just keep putting themselves in hilarious screenshot positions!

@rosiesimming replied to your photoset “Taylor: Ughh… maybe this new alliance with Izanami wasn’t a good idea…...”

Poor Yumi. No respect! XD

Yumi does seem to be the odd one out in the group at the moment. Not gonna spoil if this reflects in the relationships but whenever the others are up to a group thing, she never joins.

@rosiesimming replied to your photoset “Yumi: “What have you been doing in these bushes? I see you standing...”

Jack...the kind of fun he's talking about requires a very loose bum. ;D BHAHAHA!

Poor Jack!! He’s just too naive and dense to realize what Eduardo wants!

@ktarsims replied to your post “Hey guys today has been a rough day for me and I don’t have the energy...”

Take care of yourself first, don't worry about the queue. ^^

Thank you <333

@rosiesimming replied to your post “Descendants of the Sun - Taking Responsibility”

She better pray that baby looks all like her and nothing like Thorton! XD Otherwise, I think Nick will kind of figure it out. Then again, who knows...maybe he won't care!

Nick and Thornton are actually pretty similar in generic genes, so I don’t think the difference would be noticed unless you knew Thornton was another option to be the father. It’ll be a different story when the kid she’s gonna have with Connor turns out ginger though ;).

@goatkibble replied to your post “The Avesnes Aristocracy - 82”

Yeah you need to quash that upstart Jesse's ambitions as far as Maddy's man goes!

You sure don’t like Jesse lol! Who says Jesse has ambitions? XD She could just be an innocent girl with a high school crush on a boy!

@goatkibble replied to your post “The Avesnes Aristocracy - 81”

Don't warn that silly girl not to brag about dating Benjamin! I'm looking forward to seeing her ripped to shreds for her insolence

Hehe don’t worry, as you can see, Justine doesn’t need Vincent to figure out what’s going on!

@goatkibble replied to your photoset “While the contestants were busy voting, the production crew built a...”

I hope Jack and Eduardo get to go in there together ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

That would be very interesting!

@goatkibble replied to your photoset “I have decided that from now on I’ll keep the headline effects on! I...”

Jackuardo 5eva

@rosiesimming replied to your photo “Episode #1 - Elimination part 1 Elimination time! For the first time,...”

Wow, damn Lori! XD

Lol yeah she was very much hated by everyone. Life has been pretty peaceful in episode 2 now that she’s gone.

[the-m3chanic]

king of wishful thinking || solo (part 2/2)

Summary: Rumiko finally gives Tony what he needed.

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They met on an island. No, that wasn’t right – they met the first time in an alley, when Tony burst out of the stifling gala and made his way to lean against the brick, when she had arrived in her red dress and clanging gold jewellery and passed him a drink. She had stood beside him, just close enough that their shoulders touched, and she hadn’t said anything, hadn’t needed to. Her eyes had been dead ahead as he finished the bottle, and once it left his lips, her mouth replaced it.

The second time they met, now that had been on an island, six months later, six months after Tony wondered why the hell he allowed her to stay over, why the hell he had stayed in the bed with her. It was a routine; fall into bed with someone, someone that made his stomach burn up like he’d drank all the whiskey in the world, then fall out of bed straight after, go down to the workshop, use that moment of relaxation to bring some new innovation into reality.

Rumiko had been his first exception. Even with Ty, he crawled into the other twin bed, turned his back to him and went to sleep. Rumiko talked to him afterwards, kept him up to two o’clock in the morning explaining electron collisions and Newton’s laws, and then she had given a single yawn, touched the side of his face and said, “I don’t understand a single word you just said, but I do like watching you say them, lover.”

Lover. He had kissed her so hard when she said that she just kept saying it, said it for years, every time receiving at least a smile, even in the midst of arguments. He could never stay mad at her, never had any reason to.

On that island, they’d gone for a walk on the beach after twilight. Tony babbled on and on for three hours again, something about economics, the stock market, trade unions … and Rumiko stayed quiet, occasionally letting out a small squeal when she found a new shell to shove in her purse to bring home. “Do you usually talk economics when you’re walking with a girl under a tropical moon?” she had teased, so he had kissed her, and she had told him that if her father was there he’d go insane, and Tony had pulled away.

“Why are you stopping? I love driving my father insane. A billionaire playboy? He’ll go nuts. Come on, lover, play the game.”

Rumiko wasn’t scared of her father, so Tony kissed her again. He played the game until it became more than a game, until he was in front of her down on one knee, making maybe the first proposal in history that didn’t include the word love in there somewhere.

She had pushed the ring out of his hand and grabbed him in a hug, pressing kisses all over his face. “I love you Tony Stark, I love you I love you I love you.”

Everything had been second to her (everything but alcohol, but she knew that). The company, his friends, even Ty fell to the way-side. He spent his days curled up on the sofa with her watching movies, occasionally tapping away on his phone, talking to managers and investors, and he spent the nights at galas and parties where she shone brighter than any light he could create.

She had made fun of weddings. At least, the ones big enough to warrant security at every door. She used to drag him along to ceremonies just to laugh at the whole damn idea. She made him promise there’d be no finger food at theirs, just a barbecue and a buffet, and that there’d be no prospective business partners to impress, no political leaders clamouring to get the young couple’s approval, none of that. Just them and three hundred of their closest friends.

Hypocritical. That was the word he’d use to describe the whole damn day. It was the perfect traditional ceremony right down to the bridesmaid dresses. Tony had fallen in love with Rumiko because she rebelled, because she was more than just the superficial party girl façade she hid behind. He fell in love with her because she was different. How things had changed, in every way.

Carol was safety. He rotated around her all night he was surprised she didn’t suffocate. When she made a movement towards the bathroom, Tony reluctantly agreed to hold their space in the queue for party favours; Carol wanted the bottle opener made of a massive diamond, probably because Tony had dared her five years ago to try smashing a diamond with her pinkie finger, and she never backed down from a dare.

Once the bottle opener was safely deposited in the inside pocket of his suit jacket, Tony’s eyes sought out the bar that was least busy and made his way towards it. He was halfway there when a small, intimately familiar body stepped in front of him, and he felt like he’d been slammed in the stomach by a bus.

Rumiko blinked up at him, her brown eyes shining, hair pulled up off her face in an intricate up-do. She still had that little unruly strand that lay flat against her forehead, and he was about to reach out, about to push it back, when she got there herself.

“Tony,” she said, her voice achingly familiar. “I’m glad you could come.”

“Eiko,” Tony blurted. Rumiko continued to look up at him. “Your dress. It’s an Eiko, isn’t it? 2016, Spring Collection?”

“Close, it was the Fall.” A small smile crossed her face as Tony clicked his fingers in frustration. “You always impressed me with your eye. Akinobu said the Fall Collection complemented the feel of the day. It also had more zeroes on the price tag, and you know I appreciate a good bargain.”

Tony shook his head, keeping his eyes anywhere but on hers. “Only you could include millions and bargain in the same thought.”

“No,” Rumiko said. “Not only me. You do that, too.”

The absence of lover rang true for both of them, and Rumiko hovered awkwardly before dropping the sentence. Tony appreciated it.

“Why did you invite me?” he asked, because talking money and fashion had never been what they did. (Well, it was, but it always meant something else too, something deeper. He saw to the steel underneath.)

Rumiko didn’t flinch. She always seemed to be a step ahead of people. Tony was good with machines, but Rumiko had always read other humans like a book. That was why they had worked for so long, why he had almost married her.

“I wanted to talk to you,” she said.

“I’m here. We’re talking. I have a phone, you know.”

“I wanted to talk about something important.”

“Me being tortured for three months was pretty important, you know? Ty called. You didn’t.”

“Yeah but you and Ty-”

“What?”

“It was different.”

“Was it?”

“He was your best friend.”

“Questionable.”

“He was your roommate.”

“He was more than that.”

“I was your fiancée. It’s different.”

“I was sleeping with him for years, I don’t see how that’s-”

Rumiko held up a hand. “What?”

Tony furrowed his eyebrows together. “What?”

Her face was almost impossible to read. She was shutting herself off from him again, that openness he had seen displayed almost all day vanishing in front of him. He tried to think back in the conversation, wondering what had changed, and then he realised.

“Wait.” The arc reactor whirred under his jacket. “Are you telling me you didn’t know?”

For all the facades, she built up around her, when it came down to it, she was a book that anyone could read if they cared enough, more like Tony than either would admit. Her hand moved up to her mouth. “I swear,” she muttered. “I mean, I knew there was something, but Ty said-”

“Ty said what?” Tony snapped.

“Ty said it was unreciprocated!”

He was underwater all over again, screaming to be let up, the lack of oxygen burning in his chest.

“He said he was straight, that you came out to him and he couldn’t love you that way. He said you never treated him the same afterwards, that’s why he was so angry…”

He was yelling, his chest was shorting out, he could hear Yinsen in the background arguing in whatever language he could that they needed Stark alive, that he was better this way than dead, that he wouldn’t make it out of the desert anyway.

Rumiko’s hand dropped, but it didn’t go to her side. Instead, it clasped Tony’s, and he allowed it.

“I know what I did was wrong,” she said. Tony wondered if this was the first time she had ever said those words in her life. He felt like he didn’t even know this girl, this woman, this wife and daughter and perfect heiress. “I know that, Tony. I know I betrayed your trust, but I swear to you, if you ever loved me at all, you have to believe that I didn’t know.”

Did it make a difference? Either way, she had slept with his roommate, one of his closest friends. She had slept with someone who wasn’t Tony, that was all that mattered. But somehow, looking into her eyes that were swimming with something not unlike …

Love.

“Ru,” Tony whispered. He could hear the crowd around them murmuring. Isn’t that the playboy she had a fling with back in the early noughties? No, that’s Tony Stark, international tech mogul. I heard he slept with his secretary. I heard he slept with everyone. He looked into her eyes, and the crowd faded. It always had. “Ru, why are you telling me this now?”

She glanced around. She had always been aware of her perception, always played on it, but now, twenty years down the line she played with it instead. She had finally fallen into place, finally given in to her family’s demands, and Tony couldn’t find it within himself to resent her for it. After all, he hadn’t gotten her out.

“I couldn’t talk to you when there … when there was still a chance of us.”

He could’ve written it, what her answer would’ve been. She had waited all these years until she was married, until she couldn’t go back to him, until he couldn’t take her back. She knew he would without a second’s hesitation, no matter what she had done. After the anger had evaporated, he’d been so damn lonely and drowning in his own regrets and self-pity that he would’ve easily fallen back into bed with her.

She wanted to wait until they couldn’t happen to fix what they had been before. It was maybe the most mature decision Rumiko had made in the course of their entire relationship, and Tony hated her for it.

“Right,” Tony said, voice cold. He reached into his jacket pocket, his hand pulling out a pair of sunglasses. “Is that it? I really have to get back to my date, the jet’s leaving in a half hour.”

Rumiko’s jaw squared. She would never be the one to beg him to stay, even when she should’ve. Even when she could’ve. “It’s your jet, Tony. You decide when it leaves.”

“You’re right.” Tony slipped the sunglasses on. He spotted Carol over Rumiko’s shoulder and pointed to the door. “It’s leaving in five. Have a nice life, Rumiko.”

She opened her mouth again, but he pushed past her. He stopped for only a second, a moment’s worth of hesitation at the door, and turned back to her.

“You look beautiful,” he told her, and them, because he couldn’t stop himself, “don’t fuck this one up too.”

For a moment when Tony stepped onto the jet, he felt like he’d accomplished something. He felt like he’d ripped that photo album in his workshop, the one hidden under plans and cardboard boxes, and he’d put a bookend on that bit of his life.

Then he sat down, put Carol’s new bottle opener to work, and drunk himself into a stupor that only ended when he woke up surrounded by models, a blond, muscular man on the sofa that had suspiciously blue eyes, and the overwhelming feeling that he’d fucked everything up.

Again.

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@dawnxtoxdusk​ asked: [ kiss ] for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning - Fyodor

Nonverbal Memes - no longer accepting

Whenever she looked at him, her eyes would be filled with scorn - and whenever she felt his lips on hers, she couldn’t help but feel disgust. Disgust over him, over herself, over this whole sorry excuse of ‘soulmates’. With each passing day the bitter taste in her mouth became worse and with yet another kiss, she felt how she just wanted to end this all. How her mind circled around the thought, of just trying to end him.

How was a person meant to stay sane, when life had taken such sharp turn? When being married to a man, who’s eyes were so full of insanity?

Miran blinked, before she mentally shook her head. One day she would be able to free Dazai and Chuuya from where Fyodor kept them prisoned and make sure, they would take Strelitzia and Juan with them into freedom. Until then, she had to be strong. No matter how difficulty this all was - especially with being unable to lie to her husband.

“ Strangely affectionate of you, to kiss me all of the sudden. “, she commented the kiss, “ Is there a specific reason? “

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@somegremlin​ asked: “ You realize those are dog treats, right ? ”

Random starter sentences #2 - still accepting

After trying to feed the stray cats that she saw often run around the streets, Miran looked at the child beside her. Her expression clearly showing, that in her mind only question marks existed for a moment. “ But dogs and cats are both animals. “.

Her gaze went back to the cats, that only backed away from the food she had tried to give them. Even more confused than before, “ Both eat meat... so there should be no difference, right? “

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@agent-candyfloss​ asked: ❝ i don’t get scared. i’m practically fearless. ❞

“ Good, then you go forward into that abandoned building. “.

Miran herself wasn’t looking all too forward to enter it. The way the wind howled through broken glass, how something - a door or another window - banged into its frame again and again and the full moon was their only light in this dark night. All in one, for those who were brave and loved spooky adventures, this was just perfect. For a small heiress, who had to watch over a whole hotel, raise a little sister and definitely didn’t want to get killed? Not so.

So far she had only heard stories about abandoned buildings, read some things in books. But she wasn’t the naive type in this case, to believe things of made up stories... or at least she’d like to think so.

The truth however was, that she felt how small beads of sweat ran down her face. How she had to take deep breaths to restrain herself from running away from this old building, which’s walls looked like as if a single touch would make them break in instantly. Vines had crawled up the house, which once was a mansion, but that didn’t make its appearance less frightening.

“ Actually... yes, go in first if you’re fearless. I’m right after you. “, or she’d just stay outside and hope the fellow woman would come back unharmed and quick.

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@dawnxtoxdusk​ asked: “I can make all the tables turn.” - Shirase

Taylor Swift: Blank page - no longer accepting

“ Oh? Is that supposed to be a threat? Or a promise perhaps? “.

If there was a time one should not fight with the young woman - it was today. Her mood had already spiraled down so shortly after the morning. So if he wanted to make the tables turn? He could do so. But she’d goddamn make sure they would fly back straight at him - or anywhere else. Perhaps, she also just took it a bit too literal? She wasn’t all too sure, but she guess she would sooner or later find out.

Taking one aggressive sip from her tea, she put back the cup with a loud ‘clack’, almost breaking the porcelain of the plate underneath by the force she used, “ And if you do so, don’t use this table, alright? I don’t want my tea to go to waste. “

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[ ♛ ] send me a url and i'll tell you the following; starlightofdream

Send me an URL and I will tell you  ( still accepting ) - @starlightofdream

my opinion on;

character in general:  Oof, I can’t say much about that tbh xD All I really know from her muses is Kunikida, but their ( didn’t find your pronounce anywhere, so please tell me if I should change it;; ) multimuse is a really interesting mix tbh ° - °)/ 

how they play them:  As already said before, I don’t know a lot about Regulus or Phantasos. However, I really enjoy writing with Amy’s portrayals of them ( and Kunkikida of course ) nevertheless c: Despite not knowing anything of their fandom or the muses themselves, it feels easy to write with them. Often I have a little troubles to interact with Crossovers at first ( even if they have a verse for the fandom I’m in too ( BSD in this case ), but its not like this with hers…. I hope that made sense, LOL. 

the mun:  I didn’t really interact a lot with the mun tbh, but Amy seems actually pretty nice? And they also seem like somebody, who truly does their research when it comes to their muses!

do i;

follow them: yup c: rp with them:  We have three threads I think? So yup, we do ° - °)/ want to rp with them: Already doing so as said c: But I’m always open for more threads ( though, I still have to reply to our current ones, LOL )

ship their character with mine:   Wwwhhh, I’m somebody who hardly ships my muses instantly ( unless its already in a plot or platonic ) as I’m really more chemistry based. But who knows? I definitely wouldn’t say no neither I guess xD

what is my;

overall opinion:  I can’t truly say a lot there tbh, sorry, but can whole-heartly recommend people, to start RPing with Amy and her muses.

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

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@diverse-hearts​ asked:  💀 dark/violent meme - higuchi

101.  “No kids. That’s my only rule.” - Dark/Violent starters

Port Mafia was dark and full of violence, Miran knew so much. But yet, she had made in some terms her own rules - no matter if she had the right to do so or not. She could kill if it had to be, but only if the situation really didn’t allow it any different, as she was unlike the many other members not all too fond of murder. Actually, she still had to hold her breath at the sight of blood, still had to hold herself back from not feeling bad for those who had lost their lives and yet she tried to never show it too openly.

Miran wanted to belong into the organisation... but somehow it was harder than thought at first. At times she found herself still wondering why Mori took her in.

Even now, while sitting in one of the few cafés that weren’t filled by the morning crowds of people, who would get their breakfast of those before rushing to either work or school. Could she yet imagine why nobody would go here, was it after all pretty hidden and its reputation not all too well because of the rather unfriendly owner - an elderly women who was known for her temperament in this area and her ways of shooing guests she didn’t like out with a broom. Miran had found it someday when searching for new desserts she wanted to buy for her sister - and those desserts here were cheap, but still had a great taste... and by now, she hadn’t gotten on the bad side of the owner luckily.

“ You know, I sometimes do think of how to belong in there like everyone else. “, Miran feared a bit, that this topic had gotten annoying by now. She had often asked for advice of others, especially Higuchi. Miran took a sip of her tea, the porcelain already showing some cracks - might another reason why nobody truly visited here. But the beverage was very well brewed she had to admit. It almost reminded her of the home she had ran away from, “ It’s not like I’m unable to harm people, no matter who it is. But no kids, thats my only rule. Could this be my mistake though? Is this, why I always seem to look like some damsel in distress who needs to be saved all the time? “.

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@diverse-hearts-ocs​ asked: 💀 dark/violent meme - Sabriel

18. “God, I can’t stand it when they yell and carry on like that.” - Dark/Violent starters

“God, I can’t stand it when he yells and carry on like that.”

It was difficult to contain calm, to put the cup gently back on its plate and to not just make her anger air, while she sat in front of her boss’ wife. Unsure about, how she should keep her lips sealed, when all she wanted was to just rant about this goddamn loud executive. Had both, Chuuya and Miran this hot headed personality and the amount of pride, that made them at times clash together. But especially she hated it whenever he felt the unnecessary need to yell at her, whenever she simply tried to be helpful. Tried to heal those, who needed it.

Why was he so much against her doing what she could do best? They might were friends, but at the same time they both were in the Mafia. Injuries and even deaths were normal here and as long as he was well, everything should be okay, shouldn’t it?

Sighing she leant slightly back, as her sight fell on the closed door. Reminding herself, that she was not in the place to question him. At least not loudly... and yet...

“ Sabriel-sama... are men always so difficult to understand? “

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@dawnxtoxdusk​ asked: “ dance with me? “ - Oda

Just cute little things - no longer accepting

“ Oh? “.

Eyes widened in surrpise, before she let out a soft chuckle. She couldn’t remember, when Oda and her had ever danced. So the young woman had always thought, that he might wasn’t interested into such a thing or maybe couldn’t dance. However, the more cute it was, that he suddenly asked her so out of the blue.

Gently Miran stood up from the couch she sat on. Skipped to her lover to take his hands and guide him in the middle of the living room by stepping backwards. Her azure eyes were trained on his during all the time, “ I’d gladly dance with you. “.

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@diverse-hearts-ocs​ asked: “It’s probably the Illuminati anyways.” - Annastacia

Late Nights

“ Anna, please don’t say things like this. “

The topic of cows being kidnapped by aliens had somehow took over the night. Not only when it came to the children, but somehow now also during the tea session of Annastacia and her. Did Miran simply try to find a reply that made more sense. Literally NOBODY knew if aliens needed calcium or even had bones after all! So how would she know?! Probably they didn’t even kidnap cows! It made her wonder just who even started with this topic.

Was it her? Was it Rai? Had Strelitzia been involved into it? Was it maybe one of her employees, of her managers or directors? A guest? Aah, she doubted she would ever find out the answer about this.

“ The Illuminati doesn’t really exist neither. “