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ᴍᴀꜱʜʟᴇ: ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴜꜱᴄʟᴇꜱ

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I was tagged to fill out some OC associations by @cetra thank you! ♡ this took me a while to get to, I apologize, but I had a lot of fun filling it out!

─── ⁺ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟ: ꜱɴᴏᴡ ʟᴇᴏᴘᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴠɪᴘᴇʀꜱ. ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟꜱ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱɴᴇᴀᴋʏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜ ��ᴏ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ. ꜱɴᴏᴡ ʟᴇᴏᴘᴀʀᴅ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴀʀꜱʜ ᴄʟɪᴍᴀᴛᴇꜱ, ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴄʏ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴛ ʜᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ.

─── ⁺ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ: ᴠᴇʟᴠᴇᴛ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ, ᴡᴀʀᴍ ɢᴏʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴡᴇᴅᴅɪɴɢ ʀɪɴɢ, ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛɪɴɢ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴘɪɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴘɪɴᴋ ᴏꜰ ɴᴇᴏɴ ꜱɪɢɴꜱ.

─── ⁺ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜ: ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ᴀᴜɢᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ. ʟᴏᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴏɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴꜱᴀɴᴇʟʏ ʜᴏᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴏʟɪɴɢ ᴏꜰꜰ ʏᴇᴛ.

─── ⁺ ᴘʟᴀɴᴛꜱ: ꜱɴᴀᴋᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴᴛꜱ, ᴇᴠᴇʀɢʀᴇᴇɴ ᴛʀᴇᴇꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʟʟᴇʙᴏʀᴇ ʙʟᴏꜱꜱᴏᴍꜱ.

─── ⁺ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀꜱ: 8, 18, 98 (ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛʟʏ ʀᴜꜱꜱɪᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴇᴡ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀꜱᴛɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ 8'ꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ʟᴜᴄᴋ).

─── ⁺ ꜱᴏɴɢꜱ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ʙʏ ʟᴏʀᴅ ʜᴜʀᴏɴ, ʙᴇʟʟꜱ ɪɴ ꜱᴀɴᴛᴀ ꜰᴇ ʙʏ ʜᴀʟꜱᴇʏ, ᴜɴꜱᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ꜱʟɪᴘᴋɴᴏᴛ, ᴄʀᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʙʏ ʏᴍɪʀ, ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴏɴᴇʏ ʙʏ ᴛʜʀɪᴄᴇ, ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ + ꜱᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ + ɴꜰᴡᴍʙ ʙʏ ʜᴏᴢɪᴇʀ, ᴀqᴜᴀ ʀᴇɢɪᴀ ʙʏ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴛᴏᴋᴇɴ, ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ʙʏ ʀɪᴀʏᴀ, ʙᴏɴᴇꜱ ʙʏ ᴅxʀᴋ, ɪᴍᴍᴀᴄᴜʟᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ ᴠɪꜱxɢᴇ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʙʏ ᴋᴏʀᴅʜᴇʟʟ, ʙᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʙʏ ᴊᴀᴄᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀᴇᴛᴛ (ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ, ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ. ᴀɴ ᴇᴀꜱɪᴇʀ ᴏᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʟɪɴᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪꜱᴛ).

─── ⁺ ꜱᴍᴇʟʟꜱ: ᴇᴠᴇʀɢʀᴇᴇɴ ᴘɪɴᴇ, ᴠᴀɴɪʟʟᴀ, ʟᴀᴠᴇɴᴅᴇʀ, ʟᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴠᴇᴛɪᴠᴇʀ, ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏ, ᴍᴜꜱᴋ, ᴀᴍʙᴇʀ, ᴛᴏʙᴀᴄᴄᴏ, ᴄɪɢᴀʀᴇᴛᴛᴇ ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇ, ɢᴜɴ ᴏɪʟ, ɢᴜɴᴘᴏᴡᴅᴇʀ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ.

─── ⁺ ɢᴇᴍꜱᴛᴏɴᴇꜱ: ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ᴄɪᴛʀɪɴᴇ, ᴍᴏᴏɴꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɢᴀᴛᴇ. ᴄɪᴛʀɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴏɴꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ɪ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪʙᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴇʏᴇꜱ- ᴄɪᴛʀɪɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪꜱ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ᴛᴏɴᴇ, ᴍᴏᴏɴꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱʜɪɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀ�� - ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɢᴀᴛᴇ ɪꜱ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ꜰᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴛᴏɴᴇꜱ. Qᴜᴀʀᴛᴢ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛ.

─── ⁺ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʏ: ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴘᴇᴇᴋꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʀɪᴢᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴇᴛʟɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ.

─── ⁺ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ: ʟᴀᴛᴇ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ. ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ. ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴀʟʟ ɪꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ.

─── ⁺ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ: ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴄᴀʀʙ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴅɪꜱʜᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋꜰᴀꜱᴛꜱ. ʟᴏᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴀꜱᴛᴀ, ᴘʟᴇɴᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ᴇɢɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʀᴇɴᴄʜ ᴛᴏᴀꜱᴛ. ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴋɪɴᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴀꜱɪᴀɴ ᴄᴜɪꜱɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʏᴘɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴘɪᴄᴋꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ��ᴏ ᴇᴀᴛ. ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏꜱ ɴᴏᴏᴅʟᴇ ʙᴏᴡʟꜱ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋꜰᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ; ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋꜰᴀꜱᴛ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ.

─── ⁺ ᴅʀɪɴᴋꜱ: ᴇꜱᴘʀᴇꜱꜱᴏ ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ, ʟᴀᴛᴛᴇꜱ, ɪᴄᴇᴅ ʟᴇᴍᴏɴᴀᴅᴇ, ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴇʀʙʏ ɢɪɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴏᴅᴋᴀ. ᴀ ʜᴏᴍᴇᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɢɪɴɢᴇʀ-ʜᴏɴᴇʏ-ʟᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴛᴇᴀ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛ (ʀᴇᴀᴅ: ɪꜱ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴡᴇʟʟ).

─── ⁺ ᴇʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ: ᴍᴏꜱᴛʟʏ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ. ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ꜱᴀʟᴛʏ, ɢʀᴇᴇɴ-ɪꜱʜ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴜʀʙᴜʟᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀᴠᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ꜱᴇᴀ. ᴄᴏʟᴅ, ʀᴇꜰʀᴇꜱʜɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ.

─── ⁺ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴɪɴɢꜱ: ʀᴏᴄᴋ ꜱᴀʟᴛ, ʀᴏꜱᴇᴍᴀʀʏ, ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴘᴇᴘᴘᴇʀ, ʀᴇᴅ ᴄʜɪʟɪ ꜰʟᴀᴋᴇꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀꜱɪʟ.

─── ⁺ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴꜱ: ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ; ʜɪꜱ ᴏᴡɴ ꜰɪꜱᴛꜱ, ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀɴɢꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴀɴᴅɢᴜɴ. ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ɪꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱ ᴄᴏɴꜰɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ. ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴅᴀʏᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ, ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀɴɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇꜱɪɢɴᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪɴ ꜰɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟꜱ. ʟᴀꜱᴛʟʏ, ʜɪꜱ ʜᴀɴᴅɢᴜɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴄᴜꜱᴛᴏᴍɪᴢᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ - ᴀ ᴠɪᴘᴇʀ ᴛʀ88 ʙʏ ᴀɴᴛɪɢᴏɴᴇ ɪɴᴅᴜꜱᴛʀɪᴇꜱ (ᴀɴ ᴀʀᴍꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜɴ ɪꜱ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʟᴇᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛᴛɪ ᴘɪᴛ ᴠɪᴘᴇʀ)

─── ⁺ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇꜱ: ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴏᴍᴇ, ᴀ ᴘᴇɴᴛʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ꜱᴜɪᴛᴇ, ᴄᴜʀʟᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ʙᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʀᴇꜱʜ, ᴄᴏᴏʟ ᴀɪʀ. ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇʟʏ, ᴀ ꜱᴇᴇᴅʏ, ɢʀᴜɴɢʏ ᴄᴀɢᴇ ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ʀɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴡᴅꜱ' ᴄʜᴇᴇʀꜱ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴇꜱᴛ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴅʀᴇɴᴄʜᴇᴅ ɪɴ ɴᴇᴏɴ. ᴀ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴏʟ, ʟᴀɪᴅ-ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ᴇᴄᴄᴇɴᴛʀɪᴄ ʙᴀʀ/ʀᴇꜱᴛᴀᴜʀᴀɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴢʏ ʙᴏᴏᴛʜꜱ.

─── ⁺ ꜱᴋʏ: ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ꜱᴜɴꜱᴇᴛꜱ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏ ɪꜱ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴅɪɢᴏ ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴀᴄʜʏ ᴏʀᴀɴɢᴇ, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴅᴏᴛᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅꜱ. ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇʟʏ, ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍꜱ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏ ɪꜱ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ꜱᴏʀᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ɢʀᴇʏ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴀɪɴᴛʟʏ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ-ɪꜱʜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴏɪʟɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅꜱ.

─── ⁺ ᴡᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ: ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ᴅʜᴅᴊꜱʜ 😅 ᴅᴀʀᴋ, ʀᴜᴍʙʟɪɴɢ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴏʀᴍꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʀᴍ, ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ꜱᴜɴ.

─── ⁺ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄᴀʟ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ: ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ'ᴅ ᴀꜱꜱᴏᴄɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ 😅 likely something to do with water or the ocean or maybe darkness.

─── ⁺ ᴄᴀɴᴅʏ: ᴄɪɴɴᴀᴍᴏɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ꜱᴏᴜʀ ɢᴜᴍᴍʏ ᴘᴇᴀᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʀᴀᴍᴇʟꜱ. ᴛʏᴘɪᴄᴀʟ ᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴀɴ ᴄᴀɴᴅɪᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ. ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴇꜱꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜꜱɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜᴄʜ. ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴏʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴜʟᴛᴇʀɪᴏʀ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ.

─── ⁺ ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇꜱ: ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏꜱ ꜱᴜʀꜰɪɴɢ/ꜱᴡɪᴍᴍɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴀʀʙʏ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ, ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ/ꜱᴘᴀʀʀɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴍᴀʀᴛɪᴀʟ ᴀʀᴛꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪxɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ/ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏᴛᴏʀᴄʏᴄʟᴇ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴘʟᴀɴᴛꜱ, ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪxɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ʜɪꜱ ꜰɪʀᴇᴀʀᴍꜱ.

─── ⁺ ᴀʀᴛꜱᴛʏʟᴇ: ʙᴀʀᴏqᴜᴇ-ᴇʀᴀ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛɪɴɢꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴍʙʀᴀɴᴅᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʀᴀᴠᴀɢɢɪᴏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟᴘʜᴏɴꜱᴇ ᴍᴜᴄʜᴀ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀʀᴛ ɴᴏᴜᴠᴇᴀᴜ. ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠɪʟʏ ꜱᴛᴜᴅɪᴇᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛꜱ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪɴ ʜɪɢʜ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴅ ᴘʟᴀɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴛʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʀᴛ ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏʀ ᴀʀᴄʜɪᴛᴇᴄᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴅᴇꜱɪɢɴ.

─── ⁺ ꜰᴇᴀʀ: ᴅᴀʀᴋ, ᴍᴜʀᴋʏ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ. ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ꜱʟᴏᴜɢʜ ᴏʀ ᴍᴀʀꜱʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴛᴀɢɴᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ'ꜱ ᴀɴxɪᴇᴛʏ ʀɪꜱᴇ.

─── ⁺ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪᴛᴇᴍ: ᴛᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ɢᴇᴀʀ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀꜱ ᴛᴀᴄ ᴠᴇꜱᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏʟꜱᴛᴇʀꜱ. ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴜꜱᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ, ᴍᴏꜱᴛʟʏ ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀꜱ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘᴀᴛᴄʜᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴋ. ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴄᴏᴍꜰʏ, ᴜᴛɪʟɪᴛᴀʀɪᴀɴ ʟᴇɪꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴡᴇᴀʀ. ʟᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴇᴇʀ ꜱʜɪʀᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀʟꜰ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴏɴ ᴅᴏᴡɴꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ.

─── ⁺ ᴍʏᴛʜᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ: ᴀ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ, ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ. ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ. ᴀ ᴅᴀʏᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ, ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ.

─── ⁺ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴇᴍᴏᴊɪꜱ: 😏☀️🫦

─── ⁺ ᴄᴇʟᴇꜱᴛɪᴀʟ ʙᴏᴅʏ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴍɪɴɪ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʟʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ꜱᴀᴛᴜʀɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ.

─── ⁺ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ꜱɪɢɴꜱ: ᴀʀɪᴇꜱ ꜱᴜɴ, ꜱᴄᴏʀᴘɪᴏ ᴍᴏᴏɴ, ꜱᴀɢɪᴛᴛᴀʀɪᴜꜱ ʀɪꜱɪɴɢ

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✮ 𝓈𝓂𝓊𝓉 ✮ — ❤︎ 𝐹𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻 ❤︎ — ☂︎ 𝒜𝓃𝑔𝓈𝓉 ☂︎

/𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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✮ ᴘᴜʀᴘʟᴇ ʙᴜʀɴᴏᴜᴛ, ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ɢʀᴇᴇɴʜᴏᴜꜱᴇꜱ. 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤/𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✮ 11k .AO3

✮❤︎☂︎ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʟᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴅʀᴏᴘꜱ. 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤/𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ☂︎❤︎✮ 16.5k .AO3

✮ ɪʀᴏɴ ᴅᴀɢɢᴇʀ ᴏɴ ꜱɪʟᴋ ꜱʜᴇᴇᴛꜱ. 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤/𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✮ 5.8k .AO3

✮❤︎☂︎ ᴡᴇʟʟ ɪ'ᴅ ᴀꜱᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴏᴜʟ (ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴍɪɴᴇ). 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤/𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ☂︎❤︎✮ 3.3k .AO3

✮ ᴀ ꜱʜɪɴʏ ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴇᴄᴋʟᴀᴄᴇ. 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤/𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✮ 3.8k .AO3

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❤︎ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴇꜱʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇᴜᴘ ❤︎ .AO3

❤︎ ᴋɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴇꜱʟᴏᴄᴋ ❤︎ .AO3

❤︎ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴍᴜꜰꜰɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ❤︎ .AO3

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✮ ꜱʟᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ, ꜱᴏʀᴛ ᴏꜰ. 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤/𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭/𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✮ 2.6k .AO3

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❤︎ ᴠɪᴏʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴋɪꜱꜱ~ ❤︎ (warning: kinda lewd) .AO3

❤︎ ᴠɪᴏʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ʟᴇꜱꜱᴏɴꜱ ❤︎ (warning: kinda lewd) .AO3

☂︎ ᴠɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴘᴀɴ ꜰᴀɴ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴄʜᴇꜱ' ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ☂︎ .AO3

𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

☂︎ ᴄʜᴇꜱʟᴏᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀᴇ ☂︎ .AO3

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𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙚!

𝑲𝒂𝒓𝒂 | 𝟏𝟕 | 𝑺𝒉𝒆/𝑯𝒆𝒓 | 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 | 𝑰𝑺𝑭𝑷 | 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏

ʜᴇʟʟᴏ! ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇs ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀs, ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴʟʏ ғᴏʀ ᴊᴊᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴀᴜʟᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜs ( ._. )""

ʟɪᴋᴇs!

𖹭.ᐟ ᴄᴀᴛs

𖹭.ᐟ ᴅᴇssᴇʀᴛs (ʟᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴘɪᴇ)

𖹭.ᐟ ᴍᴀɴɢᴀs

𖹭.ᐟ ᴍᴜsɪᴄ

𖹭.ᐟ sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ

𖹭.ᐟ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ

ᴍᴀɴɢᴀs ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ

☆ ᴊᴏᴊᴏ's ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴇ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ

☆ ʙʀᴀᴅʜᴇʀʟᴇʏ ɴᴏ ʙᴀsʜᴀ

☆ ʙᴏʏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛs ᴍᴀʀɪᴀ

☆ ᴅᴀɴᴅᴀᴅᴀɴ

☆ ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛsᴜ ᴋᴀɪsᴇɴ

☆ ᴄʜᴀɪɴsᴀᴡ ᴍᴀɴ

☆ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴊᴜɴᴊɪ ɪᴛᴏ

☆ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴍᴀʀɪᴋᴏ

What a pain

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ʟᴇᴍᴏɴ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ, ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴄʜʀɪꜱ ᴅᴀʏ!

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♡— In art, lemons are often considered a symbol of longevity, purification, love, and friendship, while in literature, they are a symbol of cleansing, freshness, and healing. Catholic tradition linked the lemon fruit to fidelity, and the lemon tree is often associated with everlasting protection, healing, and good health.

The color yellow, on the other hand, has traditionally been a symbol of joyfulness, happiness, and energy. It can symbolize optimism, aspiration, warmth, confidence, and ambition. Yellow is also a color associated with hope. —♡

For: @wxlfchris

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I’ᴍ ᴀ sɪɴɴᴇʀ

Cᴇʀᴛɪғɪᴇᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴅ sᴘɪɴɴᴇʀ

Bʀᴇᴀᴅᴡɪɴɴᴇʀ

Wᴀɴᴛ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀ?

I’ᴍ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʀɪɴɢᴇʀ

Hᴀʀᴅ ʜɪᴛᴛᴇʀ

Nᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ

Gᴏ ɢᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ

Dɪsᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏʟᴅ ��ʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀ

Bᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʟᴏsᴇ ғᴏᴄᴜs

Jᴜsᴛ ʟᴇᴀɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴs

Cᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴜᴘ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ sʟᴏᴡɪɴ‘ ᴅᴏᴡɴ

Yᴇᴀʜ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴɪsᴋɪʀᴛs ᴄʀᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ

Aɴᴅ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ’s ʜᴏᴛ

Aɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋs ʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ?

Yᴇᴀ I ᴜsᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ғᴏʀ ʀᴏᴄᴋs

Aʟʟ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ɢɪʀʟs ᴡᴀɴɴᴀʙᴇs

Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɪɴ‘ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ

I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ

U ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ

Wɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ As ʟᴀᴄᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ

Iᴍᴍᴀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴇᴍ‘ ɢᴏ ᴅᴜᴍʙ

Gᴏᴛ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅ

Oɴᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴘᴜᴍᴘ

Cᴀɴ’ᴛ ᴅɪsɢᴜɪsᴇ

Yᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ʟᴇᴍᴏɴs ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs

Dᴏɴ’ᴛ ғʀᴏɴᴛ

I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ

Yᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ

Yᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ɪᴛ

Tʀʏ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ɪᴛ

Gɪʀʟs ᴄᴏᴘʏ

Gɪʀʟs ᴘᴀsᴛᴇ ʙᴜᴛ I ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴇᴅɪᴛ

Gᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴜʏ ʜʏᴘɴᴏᴛɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ I sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ

Sᴏ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs

Yᴏᴜ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ʀᴇʟɪsʜ

Cᴀɴ’ᴛ ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ ᴇᴍ‘ ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs ʀɪɢʜᴛ

Aɴᴅ I sᴛᴀʏ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴ ʀᴇᴀʟ ɴɪᴄᴇ

Jᴜsᴛ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴏᴡ I ᴡᴀɴᴛ

Hᴏᴡ I ғᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ

Fᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ɪᴛ’s ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ

Fᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ʀᴇᴀʟ ʟɪғᴇ

Yᴇᴀʜ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴɪsᴋɪʀᴛs ᴄʀᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ

Aɴᴅ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ’s ʜᴏᴛ

Aɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋs ʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ

Yᴇᴀ I ᴜsᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ғᴏʀ ʀᴏᴄᴋs

Aʟʟ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ɢɪʀʟs ᴡᴀɴɴᴀʙᴇs

Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɪɴ‘ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ

I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ

U ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ

Wɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ As ʟᴀᴄᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ

Iᴍᴍᴀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴇᴍ ɢᴏ ᴅᴜᴍʙ

Gᴏᴛ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅ

Oɴᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴘᴜᴍᴘ

Cᴀɴ’ᴛ ᴅɪsɢᴜɪsᴇ

Yᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ʟᴇᴍᴏɴs ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs

Dᴏɴ’ᴛ ғʀᴏɴᴛ

I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ

Yᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ

I sᴀɪᴅ ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴄᴇ. Iᴏɴ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜɪᴛ

Yᴇᴀʜ I ʙʟᴇᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜɪᴛ. I’ᴍᴀ ғ*ᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ

I ɢᴏᴛ ʀᴀᴄᴋs ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀɴᴋ. Iᴏɴ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜɪᴛ

I ᴊᴜsᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴛᴀɴᴋ. Yᴇᴀʜ I ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴡʜɪᴘ

Lᴇᴛ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴏᴘᴘᴀ sɪɴɢ. Bᴀɴɢ ʙᴀɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ Cʜɪᴇғ Kᴇᴇғ

I ɢᴏᴛ ʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ. I’ᴍ ᴏɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sɪɴɢʟᴇ TV

Gᴏᴛ ᴍʏ sʜᴏᴛɢᴜɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴅ ᴍʏ ɢʀɪᴇғ

Bɪɢɢɪᴇ ᴘᴏᴘᴘᴀ, I’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛᴏʀɪᴏᴜs ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs

Tᴜʀɴ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ

I ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴅɪsᴄᴜssɪᴏɴ

Cᴏᴍᴇ sᴛᴀɪɴ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴜᴘᴘᴇᴛ

Yᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ. I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ

U sᴇᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ I’ᴍ ᴏɴ

Yᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ I ɢᴏᴛ

I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ

U ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ

Yᴇᴀʜ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴɪsᴋɪʀᴛs ᴄʀᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ

Aɴᴅ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ’s ʜᴏᴛ

Aɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋs ʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ

Yᴇᴀ I ᴜsᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ғᴏʀ ʀᴏᴄᴋs

Aʟʟ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ɢɪʀʟs ᴡᴀɴɴᴀʙᴇs

Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɪɴ‘ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ

I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ

U ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ

Wɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ As ʟᴀᴄᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ

Iᴍᴍᴀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴇᴍ‘ ɢᴏ ᴅᴜᴍʙ

Gᴏᴛ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅ

Oɴᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴘᴜᴍᴘ

Cᴀɴ’ᴛ ᴅɪsɢᴜɪsᴇ

Yᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ Lᴇᴍᴏɴs ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs

Dᴏɴ’ᴛ ғʀᴏɴᴛ

I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ

Yᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ

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ᴀʀᴄᴛɪᴄ ᴍᴏɴᴋᴇyꜱ

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ʙᴜɢ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ

ᴄᴀɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟᴇᴩʜᴀɴᴛ ★

ᴄᴀʀ ꜱᴇᴀᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴅʀᴇꜱᴛ ★

ᴄʀyᴡᴀɴᴋ

ᴅᴀᴠɪᴅ ʙᴏᴡɪᴇ ★

ᴇᴠᴇʀyʙᴏᴅy‘ꜱ ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴏᴡᴇɴ

ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ᴅᴀy

ʜᴏꜱᴩɪᴛᴀʟ ʙʀᴀᴄᴇʟᴇᴛ

ʜᴏᴢɪᴇʀ

ʟᴀɴᴀ ᴅᴇʟ ʀᴇy

ʟᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ

ʟᴏʀᴅ ʜᴜʀᴏɴ

ʟᴏꜱ ᴄᴀᴍᴩᴇꜱɪɴᴏꜱ!

ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ʙᴀꜱᴇʙᴀʟʟ

ᴍy ᴄʜᴇᴍɪᴄᴀʟ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ

ᴩᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜɴɴy

ʀᴀᴅɪᴏʜᴇᴀᴅ ★

ʀᴇx ᴏʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛy

ꜱᴇʙ ʟᴏᴡᴇ

ᴛᴀʟʟy ʜᴀʟʟ

ᴛᴀᴍᴇ ɪᴍᴩᴀʟᴀ

ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍꜱ

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍɪᴛʜꜱ ★

ᴠᴜɴᴅᴀʙᴀʀ

ᴡᴇᴇᴢᴇʀ

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𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕟

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[corcnaiism]

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭      𝐚𝐬      𝐤𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞      𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝      𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝      to      enjoy      his      work      of      art,      pandora      matched      his      energy      with      her      “𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎      𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓂𝑒      𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓇𝓅𝓈”      as      she      continued      to      lay      flat      on      her      stomach      with      her      legs      flinging      side      to      side.      whilst      it      may      be      horrifying      to      see      thousands      of      humans      ѕ¢яєαмιηg      αη∂      ρℓєα∂ιηg      for      salvation,      this      sort      of      activity      was      quite      peaceful      to      her.      it      was      like      music      to      her      ears,      a      soothing      melody      that      she      could      metaphorically      fall      asleep      to      —      a      lovely      gift      indeed.      

a      few      moments      of      admiring      the      chaos      unfolding      before      her,      a      𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥      𝕓𝕦𝕝𝕓      turned      on      within      pandora’s      mind      as      she      gasped      in      realization.      

　　“      oh      my      .ᐟ.ᐟ      i      believe      i      will      be      needing      to      offer      a      gift      myself      as      a      thanks.      it      is      only      fair,      don’t      you      think      .ᐣ.ᐣ      ”

𝐛𝐮𝐭      𝐬𝐡𝐞      𝐝𝐢𝐝      𝐧𝐨𝐭      𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰      for      kosume      to      give      her      a      response      as      she      now      readjusted      her      positioning      in      a      sitting,      ｃｒｉｓｓ－ｃｒｏｓｓ  ａｐｐｌｅ－ｓａｕｃｅ    pose.      her      flowing,      blonde      hair      the      color      of      a      ꜱᴏᴜʀ      ʟᴇᴍᴏɴ      underwent      a      metamorphosis      in      a      blink      of      an      eye,      transforming      into      its      natural      night      blue,      cosmic      state      where      a      glimpse      of      the      cosmos      was      used      as      “texture”.      as      her      now      anti-gravity      hair      hovered      weightlessly,      pandora      reached      a      hand      into      it      &      made      it      disappear,      her      hair      now      acting      like      a      𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕      of      some      kind      before      pulling      out      a      couple      of      bizarre,      unexplainable      things.    

　　“      hmm,      no.      not      that      .      .      .      oh      that      one      isn’t      quite      right      .      .      .      that 　one      is      gonna      leave      a      mark      .      .      .      cute      but      not      ready      .      .      .      aha      .ᐟ.ᐟ      ”

𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫      𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠      𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬      𝐨𝐟      𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞      𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬      into      the      world      like      it      was      nothing      (      she      was      already      thinking      about      fetching      them      soon      enough      ),      pandora      pulled      out      a      miniature      void,      almost      like      a      black      hole      &      held      it      gently      in      her      hands.      she      cooed      “𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎      𝓃𝑜𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓈”      to      the      emptiness      as      a      means      to      express      affection      before      showing      it      off      to      kosume      for      him      to      observe.      

　　“      would      you      be      interested      in      having      a      void      as      a      pet      .ᐣ.ᐣ      ”

not many people have appreciated kosume's 'gifts' before. there were the occasional mortal that had a few screws loose (but they were so delicate, so fragile that they would break long before kosume actually wanted them to), and sometimes the scion smiles when kosume punishes someone that they deemed deserved it in that way that they think of morality and heaven and hell, but no one has shown this much external appreciation to him in...quite some time.

like with all things relating to things like this (a lot of things, thusly undefined by logic or thought), it makes kosume feel nice and warm on the inside. in fact now, it seems to visibly show through the faint glowing of his eyes, becoming brighter as he shifts his knees and tugs the skirt of his dress up so he can more comfortably cross his legs.

he smiles almost warmly now over at pandora, not put off by her in the slightest--she's one of the most beautiful things he's ever seen, and he would have to be an idiot not to recognize anything like that. he knows that there is a mortal in her heart that she loves to toy with, and the mortal does appreciate her in his own odd mortal way, and it's almost....cute.

(it's not really his place to meddle with pandora and her affairs, though. kosume likes to think he's smart enough to not do that.)

"you're very much welcome, pandora," kosume hums, shifting one of his legs into a nearly impossible position to lightly scratch at the back of his calves, the sound not sounding like nails on flesh but rather....nothing. nothing at all. it appears that today kosume wasn't in the mood for a fully tangible form. "i like to think everyone deserves at least one gift in their lifetime, no matter how long or how short."

considering kosume's style of 'gifts,' they wouldn't be very pleasant to the average being. but when someone actually likes it, it makes kosume feel so, so happy. so happy that he could just float away into the air like a puff of smoke. but for now, he's rather lay down comfortably and listen to the chaos that he created, so he merely hums a jaunty tune long lost to time and taps his painted nails against his leg to the rhythm of it all.

[oldtmer]

my one or two days of screen break turned into a month -- i’m back at work and now that i’ve sorta got my routine down again, i’d like to get back to writing! however ... tumblr hasn’t particularly been my scene for a while, and i have far too many muses and too little time to worry about keeping up with blog after blog after blog ... so! i have compiled a multi-muse list, my discord, and my email for some discord and/or email rp.

what would be most comfortable for me right now is perhaps discussing plots via discord, and then threading via email. but if this doesn’t work for you, while we plot and discuss, please just let me know your preference and maybe i can make a lil server or smth for us to thread in. thanks for your patience all, and i hope to get writing with you again! not only with Joel, but with many of my other muses as well <3

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1oOXaZ9mhmKfxn6daxsw1KEvsdky66FBn_zkD_WNNwKY/edit?usp=sharing

[nvrcmplt]

His secretions enhance the feeling of touch to the system; making it possible for his fluids to make your body as sensitive as the tip of your dick or clit. He is shameless in making his breeding partners have the time of their lives for his own gain. Sex is fun; Sex is life. Having sex is his everything; making his partner pass out from an intense orgasm is only a plus.

Pchan’s secretions are all his body fluids; saliva, tendril ooze and sweat. Smearing it onto the skin will take its time to take effect, however swallowing it fresh from the source via; tongue kissing, tendril blowjobs, the effects are near immediate. It is highly recommended to drink / lick / kiss pchan for the secretions before starting up the fun times. It’ll give you a mega boost.

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[nvrcmplt]

Maybe it was the way of one mortal that could cause the crashing of a God's ego. With knees in prayer and a mouth working diligently that it makes the Gods tremble with everything they tend to forget.

Without those on their knees, they were nothing but hot air…

Attention was fixed, though gaze hovered over their frame from what he could witness from lash line and smirking around their shaft. The quivering of thigh felt under palms as he smoothes his touch on the outerside of their leg lifted to his shoulder. Ears nearly muffled if it wasn't for his hand between on the other side, squeezing to keep his oxygen open and free from being smothered. Not that he would of minded, b ut right not, this God was on his last string of thought. It was as if Jiro was sucking his soul out, instead of just giving him pleasure with tongue and throat.

Amusing, highly but it only gave him a deeper thrist. Swallowing their taste of salt and skin, the sensation of twitching and oozing from slit as he angled his tongue piercing between it to tease tenfold, he moved his kiss the swollen glands with the back of his teeth before scraping his piercing down the length twice over to just suddenly release and squeezing a ring of fingers at their base to completely stop any form of premature ejaculation. Instead, a blow of air, a kiss and flick of his tongue to side of twitching member and the pulled his head away to instead smugly took in his work. A delicious sight and the night was still so young!

Though, he didn't stop there, guiding the shaft to his lips, so his tongue could tease down its length to root, holding them in his fingers he looked up at the other's frame again. They were completely sparking out, which made Jiro want to laugh, so instead of torturing them all too well with his tongue and skill of the throat, he moved to kiss at their thighs. Biting here and there upon the flesh as his hands eased away clothing, removing to place aside, so that Ugetsu was a little more comfortable for what will be happening.

Once nude from the waist down, Jiro moved to smooth his hands over their knees and up their thighs to settle at hips. Shifting himself up from his knees to hover over them - he smiled down at the flushed male and reached out to smooth his hair aside and stroke at cheek with a thumb. A double tap of the digit to get his attention back in the room, Jiro couldn't help but hold his smirk into place as he tilted his head in pure innocence. His facial expression alone feigning curiosity to their current state. If Jiro had a voice, he'd probably ask if this was their first time, but with the ease this one let himself be led, it wasn't.

Smoothing both his hands up Ugetsu's ribs, he guided their shirt way up their frame, taking in torso and stretch of stomach to their nude lower half. A lick, to his top upper lip was given before his head lowered to kiss upon sternum, scraping teeth and licking toward right nipple, as left hand gently rolled the left. Straddling a thigh, holding himself up with a right hand and smiling as his lips descended to encase their chest, Jiro gave only a little attention to the nubs, welcoming them to hardness so that his oral fixation was satisfied before he looked down at them again.

Though he did want to continue in making this lonesome god shatter with orgasms, he did raise a hand to make the okay sign, universal to all really - to make sure his partner was still with him and not getting cold feet or just really too out of it to make it fun for both of them. Consent was sexy after all. Until Jiro got the answer, which he'd give thanks for with a smile, he wouldn't move on because after this, Jiro was going to devour this little Godling.

"so you are not lying about being mute. it's cute that this is what you do when you are displeased, i almost fall for how cute you are,"

perhaps, ugetsu murata is too wasted to play god tonight. with alcohol swims in his bloodstream, it thumps and reverberates in his chest, sounds bouncing off the bones making up his ribs. he can feel everything all at once, the kisses, the touches, and the heat that come up inside of him - a high arousal beyond imagination tonight that even the slightest touch got him shivered in his place; but not enough for him to moan out loud just yet.

"though i'm not a fan of a visible mark above my collar but count yourself as the lucky one tonight. thanked your parents for giving you this handsome face for me." he blabbered in whisper. he cannot comprehend his own thoughts, much less his own flirty words he been throwing to them. he vaguely remember that he convinced himself about drink responsibly and something along the line of i want him to fuck me raw and good and stupid, but his mind is a mess, his conscience unseen and unheard of. there is no connection between the two as long as ugetsu is concerned, he just want a good fantastic night of being fucked good and not thinking and feeling.

drink and drown. that's basically become his motto and has lived by it well enough. he glamorized the drowning part by reminding himself that the pain will go, it always does, doesn't it?

alcohol works like magic and floods the dreadful thought away just as much as he fuck around with pretty people.

both if he got lucky.

like tonight.

though he is no better than the drink the man served and the very same drink that he sipped to help numb everything. this is no better than the voices in his head that tell him to stop. why must he come to this man and why must they help? broken people cant take broken people, just as fire cannot tame fire. yet ugetsu will salvage it, to continue to destroy himself and to deteriorate in pleasure with every kiss and every breathy moan he let out for them. letting them know that they are doing amazing and not only they are gifted in serving drinks but also pleasing their customer with their lips.

he let them lead, he let them push him to bed and do almost everything because that's the ninety five percent of ugetsu's brain doing; being egoistical, illogical and narcissistic, loves to be spoiled. the other five percent is lost, absent and often time wandering the bare expanse for a home.

the moment that mouth take him, ugetsu murata is a goner.

suddenly he was never wasted, who said anything about that? alcohol has flowed out of his system. the god is suddenly at lost for oxygen, and lip redden as he bite, and quivers and shivers. eyes closed shut and legs find their own way up to the man's shoulder. his back touches the bed, and it smells exactly like them; suffocating yet he doesn't hate it. the more the other take him, he can feel everything and begin to almost see the stars, how it shine brightly and burst and fell down the earth that make his legs quiver.

"fuck, fuck - wait, stop- ah- " he whines and moans in drunken haze of back arching, mouth drooling pleasure that mouth of theirs have given to him. something clouds his vision and his mind and pressure builds in his stomach. has corporeality crept up on him so soon? has ichor been rained from his veins and arteries and replaced with blood?

it's too good that it's almost scary how he can feel his spine shivers in pleasure that he has to hold onto the sheet.