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[glacialswordsman]

it huffs, reaching forward to wrap one of it's arm's around kaeya's waist only to somewhat harshly tug him back towards it a second later . it nuzzles against the back of his neck ❛❛ krasivaya, lyubimaya.. ❜❜ maybe it was getting a little annoyed at kaeya having to focus on work , on others - instead of focusing on it .

❛❛ you should .. ignore work for the rest of the day , and focus on me instead . ❜❜ it leans forward, looking over his shoulder to grin at him , before sticking its tongue out to lick up his neck . clearly it wants to be a meance. ❛❛ unless you find it more interesting than me . ❜❜ ( fl go brrr )

“Ah!”

The last thing Kaeya expected was to be yanked back by the abyssal creature, thrashing a bit from the initial surprise before settling down. He huffed in turn out of very mild exasperation, but exasperation, nonetheless. Although, he was unable to keep his cheeks from warming at the pet names it used on him while it nuzzled against him.

Heaving a sigh, the Mondstadtian press a hand to the arm around his waist, giving it a few gentle and assuring strokes. “Liebling…” he began with that all-knowing, pointed tone, “You can’t keep doing this, you know. You can’t always drag me away from my job; I have work to do. Just because some of us are enjoying some time off, doesn’t mean that everyone else is, too.”

Then, however, he felt the long stripe of its tongue lick up his neck. With a gasp and a shudder, he grits his teeth and furrowed his brows, screaming at himself internally to PULL HIMSELF TOGETHER! No, he refuses to bend to its whims, he has things to do and responsibilities to get done and commitments to get to and—and…

“… Ugh. UGH—Archons, you’re insufferable! Fine, but don’t get used to this!” he relents, groaning in defeat as he dragged his hands down his face.

[geraniumshurricane]

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The blue haired male laughs, a manic thing as his golden eye glowed, standing atop the roof of his home within the compound, looking down at the Plant below. "What will you do now?" he reveals his hidden treat, the final doughnut the other had been looking for. "I have the last doughnut, Vash the Stampede! I have won!" he laughs, something playful, a mockery of his past evil self as he licked at the glaze of the sweet treat right in front of the other. (Blame the wifey for this silly idea)

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It seems like old habits die hard. The blue haired male standing on top of their abode looking down on the blonde with the last and final doughnut in his hand. A loud auditable gasp ringed against the walls of the houses. How dare the man that he saved treat him this way. With such cruelty -- it was true he didn't care about him and was so unthankful for him.

The link of the doughnut was the last straw. Dramatically he puts a hand to his forehead.

❝ Oh no! How dare you take a lick of the precious doughnut! Now, I can no longer eat it! ❞

Vash dramatically pretends to faint on the spot. How will he cope? How will he survive? How will he breathe?

This was the end, Legato has defeated Vash The Stampede.

[halchron]

❛  is  this  your  thing ?  cute  but  annoying ?  ❜ + kuroo .. or bokuto ..

i hope you dance ━ accepting ( @deathsmaidens )

❝ you think i'm cute ? ❞

the captain stretches his legs out in front of him, leaning back against the bleachers to get a better look at the inarizaki manager. he's been called annoying plenty of times, it was a fact of himself that he took great pride in ( not to mention it was quite fun to annoy people ). but cute ? that certainly a first. it brings a smile to his face, even if its entirely too self satisfied and smug. he waves his hand, as though he was waving the compliment out of the air.

❝ if you want it to be. though i gotta say, most don't think my schemes and personality in general can be anything close to cute. ❞

[glacialswordsman]

“Nope, I am completely unbiased and am not being influenced by any adoration towards your siblings whatsoever,” he lied that the big fat liar he is.

When Ajax insinuated that the shirt he was currently wearing was more suited for winter, Kaeya looked at him with a widened eye and a look of mild shock. “… So, you’re telling me you don’t have any clothes more appropriate for places less cool? Honey.” Sighing, Kaeya gave their hand a small squeeze. “If at any point you feel yourself getting too hot for your liking, allow me to cool you down. One of the few benefits of having a cryo vision is being a walking cooler that's able to conjure up some ice.”

Speaking of, the Mondstadtian shifted to stand just a little closer to his beloved, hoping that the air around him would be cool enough for the time being.

As they pointed out a shop they’ve spotted, he hummed quietly and gave it a once-over with his gaze before shrugging. It’s a good place to start, he doesn’t doubt they’ll be able to find at least one thing at every clothier. Hopefully. Gently tugging their hand, he led them towards the stall and began to browse the selection offered. He was focused on finding some good shirts first. Obviously they’ll need more breathable pants too, but the biggest priority is finding something for their upper body.

Perhaps they can find some more formal clothing, too… It wouldn’t hurt to have nicer outfits while they’re here to use on more special dates.

ㅤㅤ❛❛     i'm  sure   ,   and  it  has   nothing  to  do   with  the  fact  that  you  absolutley  adore  teucer   -   and  you   know   you'd  adore  tonia  and  anthon  if  you  met  them  .     ❜❜     which  truthfully  was  just  one  of  the   many  reasons   they  continued  to  fall  more  and  more   in  love  with  him  .  seeing  how  much  he  cared  for  klee  ,  bennett   -   for  their  own  siblings  when  teucer  decides  to  sneak  off  to  mondstadt  .

ㅤㅤit  was  hard   not   to  fall  more  in  love  seeing  that  .

ㅤㅤ❛❛    right  right   ,   we  have  a  bit  to  figure  out  what  we  want  to  get  them  .  plus  i  really  would  like  to  get  something  that's  more  fit  for  this  weather  .  this  shirt  might  not  look  fit  for  winter  ,  but  the  fabric  is  not  that  breathable  .   ❜❜   maybe  they  should  have  bought  some  new  clothes   before   coming  to  sumeru   …   but  then  again  ,  then  they  wouldn't  be  able  to  let  kaeya  dress  them  up  ,  and  they  love  any  excuse  to  get  his  hands  on  them  .

ㅤㅤthey  hum  ,   finally  taking  their  eyes  off  him  to  instead  look  around  at  the  different  vendors  .  it  was   a  lot   -   it  somewhat  reminded  them  of  liyue  and  how  busy  the  streets  would  be  ,  even  in  the  early  morning  hours  .   they  try  to  keep  their  mind  calm  though  ,  every  so  often  squeezing  his  hand  as  a  way  to  ground  theirself  .

ㅤㅤ❛❛   what  about  that  shop  ?   there's  a  few  racks  of  clothes   -   maybe  they'll  have  something  that  we'll  like  ?     ❜❜

[glacialswordsman]

@inblazes | closed starter.

Tink, tink, tink.

With every step Kaeya made into the otherwise peaceful night within the city of Mondstadt, the little spheres that decorated his anklets clinked against the metal. It wasn’t a loud sound by any means, as Kaeya was generally light-footed, but any trained ear would still be able to hear him as he silently walked the paved paths of the city that led out the gates.

Restless—he was terribly restless. Ever since Kaeya’s return from his getaway with Ajax in Sumeru, things felt…off. Initially, he was content to be home, all his worries having been left behind in the Nation of Wisdom all thanks to that darling man with ginger hair. He and Ajax have gotten closer ever more as they spent weeks together, away from their duties and away from everything that had been haunting them. It was just the two of them, salvaging their relationship and coming out stronger than they had ever been. Together. It was well-needed, no matter how much Kaeya had believed he didn’t deserve any of it.

It was evident in the way he had been smiling so brilliantly once he returned to Mondstadt. It was so apparent that he was able to see the expressions of relief many folks wore when they welcomed him home. He did notice some…apprehension, lining some of their faces, and honestly it should have set off alarms in his head the moment he felt something was off. However, he paid it no mind, as he was instead reveling in the feeling of practically walking on air compared to the previous months.

Ever since his most recent fight with his br—…

... With Master Diluc.

Recalling it sent a sharp pang through the Alberich man’s chest, yet he recovered quickly and pressed on as he headed towards the Angel’s Share to indulge in a few drinks and catch up with the usual barflies, as well as Charles—and that’s where those feelings of restlessness began.

Stepping upon the worn, dirt roads towards Starfell Valley, Kaeya winced as he remembered the day of his return.

He remembers swinging the door of the Angel’s Share wide open, gleefully calling out to Charles and announcing his return—only to suddenly freeze in his spot as his eye didn’t catch familiar brunet locks, but instead a mane of flames. His jovial expression fell immediately and instead gave way to something else entirely.

Shame.

It was as though a bucket of frigid, glacial waters was dumped right over his head, the air surrounding him shifting and becoming absolutely chilling towards anyone nearby.

Kaeya felt like he had been glued to his spot for ages, yet in reality, it was only a few seconds. However, it was a few too many. He had been caught off-guard and failed to slip on his mask quick enough, fumbling with it before finally donning it with a cordial smile towards the Ragnivindr man.

It seems his time in Sumeru made him lax.

He had approached the bar and ordered a bottle of Dandelion Wine to take back home, even offering his greetings to Diluc, before leaving the Tavern altogether to return home.

The guilt of that interaction, though, was not the only thing that made him restless. There was something stirring, something that he couldn’t quite put a finger on—but it made whatever had been docile up until now start howling within him. He was frustrated, feeling as though his every instinct had dulled since his vacation. It all became clear, though, once he thought back on Ajax and realized that what he sensed during their very first encounter is what he's sensing now. The Abyss.

It’s not the Chasm, no. It’s not as though something had been unearthed—but rather, it felt as though something had been…

Completed.

Even the Ordo caught onto some strange movements regarding the Abyss Order, and while normally they would be more cautious on how to tackle this situation, Kaeya was more than willing to investigate it for them. It was, admittedly, a little suspicious of him to take up such a job on his own so quickly, but he needed to know. He needed to put some of these tumultuous feelings within him to rest, and the only way to do that was by understanding what was going on. Thus, the reason for his late-night trek towards the Thousand Winds Temple, in search of someone that may have the answers.

[glacialswordsman]

@orecrowned : "Language."

"... And what about it? Languages are how we communicate, you know. It can be used to express various emotions, such as that of being startled."

[feyreswaterybowels]

⭒The Silent One⭒

#1 Azriel x Fem!OC

⭒Part 1⭒Part 2⭒Part 3⭒Part 4⭒

Word Count: 4k

Summary: Velaris was home to many pleasure houses but when the high lord learns the owners of these houses aren’t abiding bu long reigning laws he and his inner circle steps in—in the process taking in an Illyrian female that had been abused and tormented.

Warnings/Tags: mute character. slow burn romance. trauma. sexual abuse. found family. building romance/trust after trauma. violence. strong female character. protective!azriel. protective!IC.

Authors Note: All likes, re blogs and comments are welcome, appreciated and highly encouraged! Let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list for the next part! Bold italics are mental communication, regular italics are inner thoughts.

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The smell of smoke was thick in the air. The floor was wet, the air moist and chilled. The building Azriel and Cassian just entered was one of the many pleasure houses in Velaris. This was no ordinary visit for pleasure. No. They were on a mission per their High Lord’s command.

The Velvet Pearl was a pleasure house where those who entered could pay for sexual services. Men and women alike were welcome and the Pearl was known to have anything a person was looking for—whether that be a specific species, body type, hair color, skin color or a specific act. It could all be found here. The Mistresses made it their job to comb through the streets looking for those who would enjoy the work.

That’s what led their mission here tonight. Pleasure houses are no secret in Velaris. They are out in the open. There can be one found for many vices. Gambling, dancing, drinking and of course sex. There aren’t many rules for these houses by the High Lords command, but a big one had been broken recently.

Consent.

The law of consent in these pleasure houses is major, one of the most important to the High Lord, Rhysand, and the ones before him. One cannot force another to drink. One cannot force another to gamble. Once cannot force another into sexual acts. Any person visiting or working at these establishments must be there of their own free will.

With the pleasure houses specifically this rule had been broken when one of Azriel’s spies fled into Rhysand office, informing him of many pleasure houses buying fae citizens off of families who needed money. The high lord was shocked, they hadn’t had any issues like this in centuries. He immediately summoned his inner circle looking to them for advice.

That’s how Azriel and Cassian ended up here now. They, and a few other soldiers, were to patrol the pleasure houses for the next few night. Look and listen for any signs that confirm the information given to them.

The Velvet Pearl was a very niche business. A large luxurious building, mirrors lined the outside walls reflecting the beauty of Velaris on the outside. The inside however was lined and decorated in blacks, red, green and golds. The lights were low and colorful. A huge bar with various types of wines, liquors, spirits and beers. They always had heavy music playing. Poles and stages for the workers to dance on. On the upper most floors were doors lining the walls. Private rooms that could be paid for and used for the services.

However, the luxury ended when one entered the Dungeon as they called it. A fitting name for the place they had just entered. The place where one picked their partner for the night. Caged cells lined the room and sat atop one another zig-zagging around the room like a maze. Males and females, mostly lesser fae but some high fae as well, a few different species. All naked. All pressed against the bars of their enclosures. Heavy lidded eyes trained on the two massive Illyrian warriors before them. Reaching out to touch, but not actually touching, they all knew better than to touch anyone who doesn’t explicitly ask for it. Some of them, however, touched one another through the bars, enticing a buyer to take them both for the night.

“I’m really good at wing play, I’ll make you cum in less than a minute,” A pretty fae, purred. Lesser fae Azriel noted, long dark hair curled around her perky breasts, skin a dark blue with eyes to match. She was definitely attractive.

“Sorry, I prefer it to last a little longer than that,” Cassian winked at her, getting a giggle in return. Azriel rolled his eyes but a barely there grin that only his brother would notice played on his lips.

They continued on. Looking at every fae in the room. Analyzing them, reading their body language making sure they truly wanted to be here. These fae, as they should, all seem to love their job. That’s how it should be. It’s when they got to the end of the line, nearly out of the room that things took a turn.

A cell that was previously empty was now occupied by a female and a mistress—mistresses only accompanied new workers. A snap echoed through the space and the two warriors shared a look before walking over. Both hiding their shock at the sight in front of them.

There pressed against the back of the cage was a female, not just any female though. Her eyes were wide as she watched them approach. Eyes scanning their wings, siphons and weapons. Pushing herself into the corner and trying to cover her nakedness with her hands. Another snap echoed, her hands dropping to the side as she cried out when the mistress struck her thigh again.

“No need for that,” Azriel growled. His shadows raced around him, curling around his ear to whisper to him.

Glamor. The female is glamored. They hiss.

He gave Cassian a side eye before locking eyes with the mistress.

“Remove her glamor,” Azriel ordered. The mistress blanched, eyes wide in shock.

“I don’t know what you’re—”

“Do we need to tell Thane you don’t know how to follow orders?” Cassian snarled. She gave a meek head shake.

“As you wish,” She said before waving her hand, the glamor shimmering away leaving both men there shocked at the sight in front of them.

Azriel heard Cassian's intake of breath. Hidden behind that glamor was a pair of Illyrian wings, bound behind her in a way that was obviously very uncomfortable with the way they twitched and shifted in their bindings.

“Remove her binding as well. Do you know what can happen to Illyrian wings if they stay bound like that?” Cassian said, arms crossing over his chest in an attempt to not rip the bars from the cage. The bound female looks between the two men, cautious and weary as the Mistress narrows her eyes.

“She’s unclipped and doesn’t know how to control them. We bound them so she doesn’t hurt herself or someone else,” the Mistress explained, but it wasn’t the right answer to give.

“Unbind her now,” Azriel ordered, his voice a booming echo in the room, it was not a question. The Mistress understood that tone, turning to the female, grabbing her roughly and turning her. She cut the rope and the wings instantly sagged, finding relief outside of the bindings.

“See, she can’t even hold them up,” the Mistress snapped, pushing the female back against the wall.

“She can’t hold them up because the muscles have been weakened due to lack of use caused by binding them,” Cassin snarled right back, satisfaction coiling in him at the way she flinched away. “How the hell did you acquire an Illyrian female without even knowing anything of their basic anatomy?”

The Mistress glared at him again. “She was sold to us unsullied by a third party. Half Illyrian, half high fae. Her father gambled away all of their money, he was in debt and sold his daughter off to pay his debts.”

“The purchasing of females to work in pleasure houses is illegal. You are in direct violation of breaking that law,” Azriel spoke, staring the woman down. “Open the cage. She’s coming with us.”

The cage opens and Cassian gestures for the mistress to exit the space. She looks at the female before reluctantly stepping out. Azriel steps but keeps his distance.

“I’m Azriel. What is your name?” He asked, catching her green eyes that almost seemed to glow in the dim lights.

“Don’t bother. She’s had her tongue removed,” the Mistress answered, mouth snapping shut when Cassian’s head snapped in her direction.

Azriel growls low in his throat, but stops himself when he catches the look on the female's face in front of him. Terrified. She was absolutely terrified.

“It’s okay,” he offered softly, stepping further into the cage “cover yourself.”

She looked at him skeptically. Weary. Cautious. She glances at the stick the mistress leaned against the wall then down at her red streaked, bruised thighs. She was scared he was going to hit her if she covered herself. He silently ordered one of his shadows to remove the stick from the room. Rhysand would definitely be hearing about that.

“No further harm will come to you, please, cover yourself,” Azriel soothed, shifting so she was out of view of the horrible Mistress behind him.

She watched him for a second before she dropped her head down and slowly folded her wings around herself, effectively covering her body.

“Have you ever winnowed before?” Azriel asked, watching her brows furrow. “Don’t be scared. I need to touch you but I’m only going to wrap my arm around you okay?”

The female was hesitant, but took a step forward. Those two men were terrifying, but they never looked away from her face unlike every other male who only stared at her body. Maybe wherever they were going to take her would be better than this place.

Azriel outstretched his hand, watched her eyes track the movement and take in his scars and siphons. Though she still seemed terrified she shifted in a way that he could easily wrap his arm around her back.

“You’re coming with us, too,” Cassian snarls to the Mistress, grabbing her before slapping his hand down onto Azriel’s shoulder.

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One minute they were standing in the pleasure house then the next there was nothing but swirling darkness. She clung to Azriel, somehow finding comfort in the arm wrapped securely around her.

When things came back into view the first thing she noticed were the stars in the sky. It had been so long since she saw the sky. Only she hadn’t been able to focus on it long, realizing they weren’t on a flat surface they were in the air and…falling.

A scream threatened to escape from her lips but that arm tightened around her and they were no longer falling but gliding lower and lower until they swooped through a window. She couldn’t really tell where she was at but as soon as her feet hit the ground she collapsed into herself. She pulled her knees to her chest inside of her winged cacoon, pushing her forehead against them and willing the sickness in her stomach to go away.

She didn’t look up at the sounds of a struggle, trying to ignore the grunting growls of a male who had just been slapped before the high pitched voice demanded, “Let me go! Take your hands off of me, you have no right!”

And she had been too scared to look up when she heard a booming voice that seemed to shake the very ground she was clinging to.

“He had every right,” is what that booming voice said, commanding silence from everyone in the room.

The silence was deafening.

She heard the sound of heels clicking, closer then further away then back in her direction again. She still didn’t look up. Not when she felt those heels next to her, or when the person wearing them wrapped something warm around her.

“My High Lord, please—”

“Take her to a cell,” That voice ordered again, not as loud but just as commanding and for a moment she thought they were talking about her.

She was about to beg. Don’t make me go. Please. Please, don’t take me to another cell!

It was only when she heard the other female, the Mistress, struggling again that she realized he wasn’t talking about her. He wasn’t locking her away…not yet anyway. When the struggling stopped and the shouts could no longer be heard. That’s when she looked up.

Her eyes instantly met dark violet. He looked similar to the other two males…golden tanned skin, dark hair, tall, but no wings. Unless they were hidden like hers had been.

“My name is Rhysand. What’s your name?” The voice asked, soothing almost, easing the tension from her shoulders.

“She can’t speak, Rhy,” the male from earlier, Azriel spoke. “They cut her tongue out.”

There’s a sharp intake of breath beside her and she remembers someone had been beside her. She looks up, taking in the heels, red silk top, blonde hair curled, and a pair of deep brown eyes on a beautiful face.

There is sadness in those eyes, etched in her flawless face and she has to look away. The anger flashing in those violet eyes isn’t much easier to look at.

“If I get you a pen and paper can you write?” He asked, again that voice soothing her in a way she didn’t quite understand. She shook her head.

Her father never taught them to read or write. They had no need for either being locked in that basement…that dark, cold, terrifying basement—

The male, Rhysand as he’d been called, frowns. Looking towards Azriel as if they were having a silent conversation before his eyes fall on her again and he takes a step forward, crouching down so they were eye level.

“I’m a daemati. Do you know what that is?” Rhysand asked. She shook her head again. “It means I can see and enter into people’s minds. Like this—hello, my name is Rhysand.”

Her eyes widen as that voice echoes in her head. What is happening right now? She meets Rhysand’s eyes, mouth falling open slightly. “You can hear me, too?”

“I can,” he responded out loud. “May we have the pleasure of knowing your name, sweetheart?”

She thought for a moment. No one had asked her for her name. They called her a lot of things…but never her name. She swallowed thickly, cleared her throat and nodded slowly.

“Cassandra. My name is Cassandra.” She answered, watching a warm smile come over his face as he stood and took the last few steps, offering his hand to her.

She doesn’t hesitate, placing her hand in his and allows him to gently pull her to her feet. She glances in the direction of Azriel and the pretty blonde just as the other male from before enters the room.

He shares that same look with Rhysand, like they’re communicating silently and now she knows that’s most likely the case. Rhysand dips his head in answer to whatever was said.

“Let me properly introduce you,” He says, gesturing to the three people in the room with them. “This is Azriel, Cassian and Morrigan. Everyone, this is Cassandra.”

Her heart skips in her chest. She hadn’t realized that it could feel so nice just to hear someone say her name. She gives Rhysand a small grateful look, hoping he understood what it means. He just gave her a single nod.

“Cassandra, you are officially under the protection of the night court,” Rhysand said, as she stood there staring at him. She felt something in her mind, like an opening and assumed it must be him waiting to see if she needed to say something.

“High Lord?” Cassandra asked and he nodded though he looked confused.

“Yes, I’m a high lord. Do you know what that is?” he asked. She shook her head, shrugging her shoulders meekly. The four of them share a look and it makes her want to drop back down into her cocoon and hide. “We can do a run down of titles and histories later. I am High Lord of Velaris, I rule this city and all of the people in it. Cassian is the commander of my armies. Azriel is my spy master. And Morrigan is my third in command as well as my cousin.”

Cassandra stands there. Everything coming from his mouth sounded foreign as if he was speaking another language. She nodded her head but it was more than obvious she didn’t really understand.

“Morrigan will escort you to your room—”

“Room? Not cell?” She asked surprised, not meaning to cut him off.

“You are not a prisoner, Cassandra. So, no, you won’t be sleeping in a cell. You will have your own room and you can do as you please,” Rhysand promised. “I have two amazing females, Nuala and Cerridwen that will tend to you. I would also like you to know I’ve placed a special ward on your room. No male will be allowed to enter your room, not even me unless you specifically invite them in. I want you to feel safe here. No one will lay a hand on you again without your permission. Not here. Not anywhere. Not ever again.”

Cassandra isn’t exactly sure what to say or what to do. No one, not even her own family has ever been this kind or considerate of her. She feels the tears in her eyes as she looks at him.

“Thank you.” Is all she can manage.

“There’s no need to thank me,” He shakes his head. Genuine. Sincere. There’s no trick behind his kindness. “Nuala and Cerridwen will take care of you, if you need anything ask them and they’ll get it for you. Once you feel comfortable and settled please come join us for dinner if you’re hungry. Do you need any special foods?”

“No…just soft foods. If there’s meat it just has to be small,” She answered, not wanting to show how special it felt that he asked that question silently.

“Not a problem at all,” Rhysand promised, giving her a small smile before waving Morrigan back over.

“Come, you’ll be right through here,” the beautiful female speaks, her voice smooth and warm. It reminded Cassandra of her mother.

Cassandra gave a small head nod before following Morrigan. The stone floors cold under her bare feet as she pulled the cover tighter around herself. The large, wooden double doors opened seemingly on their own accord. Cassandra looked back, locking eyes with Azriel, that male with the shadows, for a moment before they turned out of the room.

They walked down the hall in what Cassandra could only describe as comfortable silence. It gave her time to take in the beautiful home that seemed to be carved from…stone? Accented by wood and golden lights.

Cassandra slowed when they passed a particularly beautiful painting that caught her eye. The click of Morrigan’s heels slowed as well. The painting was of a large city, glow lights, and a bright river all at the base of a beautiful huge mountain. She scanned the painting. It felt so warm and inviting just like this home and the people in it.

“That’s Velaris,” Morrigan says from behind her. “Have you ever seen the city?”

Cassandra’s eyes stay on the painting and shakes her head. She hears the other female swallow thickly but still can’t tear her eyes from the beautiful painting.

“This is the city, it holds houses and businesses,” Morrigan begins pointing at the painting and tracing around the area she was talking about before moving to the brightest, most colorful part of the painting. “This is what we like to call the Rainbow. It’s where our artists of all kinds live. I like to go there to eat the music, it’s home to the best pastries, too! This here is the Sidra River, it’s sparkling blue in the daytime and winds all the way through Velaris. And this is where we are. We call it the House of Wind.”

Cassandra’s jaw drops a little when Morrigan points to the mountain, to the house carved in it. She looks around then back at the painting. Beautiful.

“One day, when you’re feeling up to it, you and I could have a girls day in the city. Just me and you. And I could show you all of the best shops, we could walk along the Sidra, you’ll love it. But only when you’re ready!” She clarified and Cassandra finally looked at her hearing the excitement in her voice.

“I don’t have many female friends and I can only have so much fun with those males,” She said, a smile stretching her red painted lips.

Cassandra tried to return the smile but she was sure it didn’t look genuine, she liked the idea of being…friends with Morrigan. But she didn’t know what all that entailed. Would Morrigan expect things of her if they became friends? Like those girls at the pleasure house?

“Come let’s get you to your room,” Morrigan cut through her thoughts and Cassandra offered a small nod before following once again.

Two more turns and a flight of stairs got them to where they were going. Two beautiful females stood outside an open door, dark skin with eyes and hair to match.

“Nuala and Cerridwen,” Morrigan motioned to each female, “this is Cassandra. Please, help her get cleaned up, changed and settled in. Cassandra, once you're settled, like Rhys said, please, consider coming to join us for dinner.”

Morrigan offers a smile before turning away. Cassandra’s hand shoots out to grab her wrist, to stop her, only to realize what she’d done and let go immediately, stumbling back a step.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Morrigan soothed, reaching out to steady her. “Would you like me to walk in with you?”

A jerky head nod was the answer she got.

“Alright, come,” She breathed softly, walking in the room first and waiting patiently for Cassandra.

When she entered the room her mouth fell open at how large it was. Situated in the middle of one wall was a huge bed—so huge she was sure she could lay on it, stretch her wigs out as far as they would go and still have room to spare. The covers were white and looked so fluffy. There were glowing lights all around the room. The opposite wall of the bed held a wall of glass less windows. Another wall held a table and chairs and a shelf with books. Then the other side opened into a large bathroom.

“Take a moment for yourself. Your life is about you now, Cassandra. You will never be used for someone else's pleasure or entertainment ever again. This is your room. This is your home now,” Morrigan speaks and Cassandra feels her eyes tear up but then Morrigan's heels are leaving the room and those two dark skinned beauties are leading her to the bathroom.

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As soon as she was out of the room Morrigan broke down. Hot tears slid down her cheeks as she made her way back to the room she left the other three male in. She had just calmed herself when she walked in and saw them standing together.

“Is everything okay, Mor?” Cassian asked, siphons gleaming atop his hands.

“I don’t think she’s ever been outside before, Rhys,” and just like that Morrigan’s eyes were brimming with tears once again. Rhys fixed her with a look urging her to explain, an ache in his own chest. She takes a breath, looking up and wiping the tears from her eyes. “We were passing that big painting of Velaris and she had no clue what she was looking at. She had no idea what her own home looked like. And on top of that she was terrified to even walk in the room alone, I had to walk her in. And—and she looked at the room like she didn’t believe it was real. Especially the bed and I keep thinking that maybe she never even had a bed!”

Cassian is the one to walk over and offer Morrigan the comfort of a hug. “It’s okay. We’re gonna take care of her now. Find all the people who did this, help her through it all and help her find herself. She’s gonna be okay.”

Rhys and Azriel look at one another. “There’s no telling how many other girls like Cassandra there are out there. I’m hoping she will join us for dinner so I’m able to ask her some questions without her feeling cornered. Azriel, Cassian, I want you two to go talk to that mistress, find out what you can without harming her…for now. Her and anyone else involved will be prosecuted accordingly. Go. now.”

[glacialswordsman]

The Khaenri’ahn remained quiet, refusing to waste his breath as he focused on the pyro abyss mage that had sealed its fate. Had it handed over Bennett’s vision without a fuss, he would have left it alone to find other shiny objects it could have prized. Now, though, it no longer had that choice. He hated senselessly killing hilichurls, and that feeling extended towards the mages as well. Anyone that had been a part of his home were given leniency, as he did not want to be labelled a traitor any more than he already had been.

However, former inhabitant of Khaenri’ah or not, the guilt of killing one would be eclipsed by the fact that he would raze the entirety of the star to the ground if it ensured the safety of his little brother, of his family. To hells with the world if it was against his brother, to hells with the higher powers, to hells with the universe—Bennett didn’t deserve the arduous and painful life he had been given. He deserved to enjoy it to the fullest without constantly worrying if he’s a danger to everyone around him, or if today will be his last thanks to a freak accident from his terrible luck.

It incensed Kaeya to no end. No child should ever suffer, no matter what form said suffering takes.

As the mage continued to blink further and further away, Kaeya’s expression darkened while he diverted some of his focus to the ley lines, utilizing them to follow after it with the same method it had employed. Two sharpened icicles formed on either side of him before shooting out towards it once close enough, attempting to pierce through the flowing sleeves of the mage just enough to pin it to the ground.

( ✧˖ )     HAD IT BEEN anyone else trying to gain the vision back from one of the group the mage would have made things all the more difficult but . . it was no fool. the individual in front of it was not just anyone. the way he held himself was enough to tell it that kaeya meant business and this was far from the previous jovial nature that had been the space prior. if it had a gut to sink it would have by now , the emotionless mask of the pyro mage without the hot - topic item grew antsy.

  ❝   YES YES . . THE gods and chosen peoples. bad happens when apart from bauble. vision ?    ❞    it knew the answer , once again trying to grab for his companion and the vision that his highness was trying to get from them. having been a part of the order for a long time it personally knew the significance of this conversation -- wishing to end the trouble now it would be wise to give it over.

THIS ANTSINESS GREW when the lone instigator teleported out of sight for just a brief moment. little did it know that it had ultimately signed its death warrant. the silence was deadly as it sat for the briefest of moments ; the secondary pyro mage wrings its hands together -- this wasn't good. spurning the man that had been ordained by fate to bring hope to a nation buried was not what any of them needed right now.

  ❝  YOUR HIGH ---    ❞     it starts to plea for some clemency only for it to silence itself as the temperature drastically declined in the area. time to go. leave. quick chittering to the samachurl and hilichurls who now begun to react in their own way to the change. trying to round them together so that they could go ( ultimately abandoning the culprit mage ) only to yelp with the lawachurl stepping out of the brush and trees ; revealing herself proper.

NONE OF THEM were going anywhere until the vision was returned.

THE TARGET IN question had not just had its focus on the vision as a whole , small claws tapping at the casing 'fore it jerked its head up upon the sudden change of temperature. head turning it quickly spies the approaching blunette , a shriek escaping the puff of reddened fur as it did its utmost to escape the approaching man on the warpath. useless attempts to put distance between them as it blinked out of its current position and further away.

LITTLE DID IT realize that all that did was create an even worse end for itself.

[with-my-calamitous-love]

KISS ME IN A WAY THATS GONNA SCREW ME UP FOREVER

rockstar! chuuya nakahara x pop star! reader

after acting in a music video of his right after a breakup, the media has many speculations about you two.

part 1/3

inspired by suburban legends

once the flight had flown, your feet touched down on the new, big city. it was a kaleidoscope of loud heartbeats, hidden underneath the fabric of fashion trends of large coats. the world in this corner smelled like want.

you weaved your way through the crowd before finally reaching the studio. you open the door, unpack your things with a hug and kiss to your manager, before finally seeing him.

chuuya nakahara was perhaps the most famous man in the world right now. a deep, gravelly voice with hands that slid across his guitar like skates on ice. he was the living, breathing definition of the word heartthrob.

right now, he’s tuning his guitar, his messy orange hair tied into a cute messy bun. he’s concentrated, the fabric of his black muscle shirt clinging to his obviously well toned muscles. you know you’re staring, but you can’t help it. and its not even just because he’s famous and talented.

you had been making a name for yourself in the music industry. slowly but surely, the name [Y/N] [L/N], the world’s new pop princess! had been making headlines. the general public considered you a sweetheart, with your fresh-faced beauty and edge paving the way for new found fame. the paparazzi adored your voice and your lyrics. you had only begun your receive the recognition you deserve.

upon winning best new artist at the vma’s, your song feather garnered billions of listeners. but perhaps the most shocking of them all, was gaining the attention of the one and only chuuya nakahara.

and thats how you ended up here. standing face to face with the embodiment of every women’s dream man.

“hey, [y/n].” he greets you, his sultry voice breaking through the mist of your fantastical mind. you snap out of it with an awkward laugh and a firm (but surely sweaty) handshake. he brushes it off, giving you a wink and thanking you for coming all this way.

“i love your studio.” you manage to compliment the rockstar despite your winded state. he hums a thank you, walking you towards the stage. his team works diligently, and you swear you can feel all his gratitude towards them. everyone in first name, high fave and shitty joke basis with each other. it was hard not to feel like an outsider.

“i don’t know if michizou gave you the run down on the video.. which he should have!” chuuya playfully jabs at his producer and good friend, who was currently fixing up the stage lights and blowing fat raspberries back at his boss. “basically, its for my new single. you’ll be playing my girlfriend.”

you wish you could hide the embarrassing scarlet tinge that blooms onto your cheeks at the mention of girlfriend. he seems so nonchalant, so casual about being so intimate.

once he’s distracted, your whisked away by a beautiful girl with a short black bob. her butterfly clip hung loosely just beside her bangs. she was the one person here who didn’t make you feel like a complete stranger on the outside looking in.

“hi, [y/n]! i’m yosano, i’ll just be doing your makeup.” she hums, and you happily take refuge in her cozy dressing room. the two of you hit it off almost immediately, allowing you to get your nerves out. however, something comes up that throws you off your game.

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“oh and.. i guess, someone should tell you, honey.” she says, making your eyeliner as sharp as humanly possible. “chuuya’s been… he’s having a hard time. a bad breakup.”

this information churns in your stomach. “how long ago..?”

“3 weeks ago, give or take.” yosano explains, applying the setting powder. on one hand, you were thankful someone had warned you. but on the other, it made you nervous that you would be playing a romantic partner to someone who had just gotten their heart broken.

“why did they break up?” you ask, cautiously looking over at yourself in the mirror to make sure you were hiding your anxiety well enough.

“i don’t know… the rockstar over there never really talked about it.” yosano huffs, sitting on the counter to get a better angle at applying your lip liner. “all i know is… he hates betrayal more than anything now.”

a million thoughts run through your head. who? when? why? but most of all, who in their right mind would cheat on chuuya nakahara?

but you lost all the time for your nervousness. next thing you know, yosano is rushing you onto the set with words of encouragement. there, you meet chuuya, who’s been waiting for you.

the first scene is simple. just two people dancing in the living room set.

he walks over to you, placing his hands on your hips like its second nature. he chuckles at your nervousness, the way you tense up as you instinctively place your hands on his chest.

“what? don’t know how to dance, doll?” he teases, that shit-eating smirk on his face.

“uhm… no.” you admit, sheepishly.

he looks surprised, before a genuine smile reappears on his face again. “thats okay, just follow my lead.”

and with that, you two start swaying. he takes the lead, using his body to direct your movements. and for the first time in your career, maybe ever, you actually feel comfortable. you gain your fluidity back, dancing with chuuya in a way that words couldn’t explain. like two figures in a snow globe, you acted out a miniature expression of love thaf spoke volumes.

the rest of the filming process goes on smoothly, your favourite of the bunch being the kitchen scene. chuuya washes dishes while you snuggle up to him from behind, the overflowing of the sink being unscripted but ultimately charming enough to keep in.

finally, it was the scene you were most nervous about. the infamous kiss scene, and the segment yosano had failed to warn you about.

“i’ll say this again.” chuuya says, his voice in a hush tone. “i am not gonna make you this, doll.”

you’re nervous to kiss him, but the thought of turning him down felt like a complete loss.

so you bite your lip, and give chuuya the greenlight.

“three…two…one… ACTION!”

the camera pans in a circle around the two of you, capturing every small detail. the moment he cups your face, the moment you lock eyes… before finally, you two kiss.

and its the kind of kiss that saves you and that screws you up forever. that day, chuuya nakahara kissed you like the most gorgeous rose you had ever hoped to pick, with a million thorns sticking out from the side.

it was as though just front that simple contact, you knew the kind of guy he was. a gentleman, a man polite too a fault. time seems to stop even as you two pull away. you honestly consider breaking your own heart so you can move on from the love of your life (aka the famous man you met just a few hours ago.)

“thats a wrap!” tachihara announces as the team celebrates. this song, though you hadn’t heard it yet, was sure to be a hit. and chuuya assures that the music video will bring so much of the spotlight you deserve.

after that, the team breaks with some cake and beer. you, however, sneak off to the balcony, getting some much needed fresh air. you’re almost granted the moment of peace you craved when suddenly, someone addresses you.

“hey pop star.” chuuya says, walking up behind you and offering you a beer. when you politely accept, he stares out at the city-scanning sunset. finally, you two were alone, away from the editors and cameras.

you ask whats been on your mind since the beginning.

“…what song was this for again?” you nervously ask.

chuuya lets out a hearty laugh, enamoured by your sincerity. he digresses, opting to take you to the rooftop instead. there, he picks up his guitar and begins playing a few notes. it seemed like such a douchebag move, but if it was, you loved douchebags.

“can i tell you a secret?” he asks, strumming the acoustic strings with calculated talent. you nod, fiddling with your fingers.

“..i don’t really have a title for it yet.” he chuckles. now its your turn to laugh at him, and he takes it.

“why’s that, rockstar?” you ask, sipping your beer.

chuuya ponders for a moment, his eyes never leaving his guitar. he shrugs, continuing to serenade you. a thought crosses your mind.

“why’d you choose me, anyway?”

though he can’t think of a song title, he seems to know the answer to that question.

“cause you’ve got edge, and talent.” he says. “the industries gonna want to ruin you. you can’t let that happen, alright?”

you nod apprehensively. you’ve heard the whispers, how female stars were held up to a higher standard. how one wrong move, one hair out of place, or one breath too loud could cost you your career. hearing it from an established star made your hands shake.

maybe this would screw you up forever.

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[chuuyaheartz]: new MV is out!! starring [y/n] [l/n]

[soukkvo]: pov me replaying the kiss scene:

[lovechna]: idk who i’d wanna be more 😍😍

[asagir1]: wait wtf he like just broke up with higuchi… don’t you think its a little soon??

[chzai09]: they’re my roman empire

new star [Y/N] [L/N] kisses chuuya nakahara and new music video!

who is [Y/N] [L/N]? meet the new pop princess:

[Y/N] [L/N] is chuuya’s new girlfriend? heres whats happening:

#[Y/N] [L/N] trending

[sinsandsuccubus]

I Wish You Roses - Jack Harlow

Context: “With pretty flowers can come the bee sting”

Genre: angst

Word Count: 1.0k+

Pairings: Jack Harlow x Ex!Fem!Artist!Reader

Warnings: n/a

a/n: This was something quick I wanted to put out, so excuse any grammar errors if there are any. I kind of didn't like the way this ended, but ya know, I always hate my own writing. One of the favorite things I love about myself.

Masterlist ☽☾

“Ooh, never thought I would be without you

I wish you love, I wish you well

I wish you roses while you can still smell them”

The MTV music awards were here, and with every awards program came a performance.

This year around you were performing your new song, “I Wish You Roses” from your new album “Red Moon in Venus”. Once again, you had been nominated for an award, this time, Best Song of the Summer.

You were going up again many other artists, such as Ice Spice, Taylor Swift, Beyoncé, and your ex, Jack Harlow. You didn’t expect all the different genres of artists in one category, yet, here you were.

Your microphone was glittery gold, to match the color of your album, and you were wearing an orange dress, with diamond Louis Vuitton red bottom heels. You wore a headpiece, specifically a crown, and your hair and makeup was done to perfection.

You took a deep breath, your manager coming along beside you, resting her hand on your shoulder.

“You got this. Don’t forget where the song came from, and sing it for the person who it’s for.” She looked at you and smiled softly, nodding her head.

She was right. You had to sing the song from your heart, for that’s where it came from. And the song was for your ex.

Jack Harlow.

The two of you had been together for almost three years before deciding to break up, the deciding factor being Jack’s newly found career. His music and features had taken him to a new level of famous, something he had never experienced before, and his management team thought it would be best for him to step into further the game with a clean slate. Meaning he had to break up with you.

It was difficult in the beginning, not being with the person you loved, yet seeing them all over the internet. You were truly happy for him, happy he was becoming recognized and credited within his rapping career. However, you did mourn the loss of your relationship, the hole in your heart never closing.

So, after going through tons of therapy and with the approval of your manager, who was like a best friend to you, you wrote “I Wish You Roses”, in dedication to your ex and your previous relationship.

You just hoped he recognized the song was about him.

“And now, singing a new song from her new album, Red Moon in Venus, please give a warm welcome to Y/S/N”

The lights dimmed as you rose up from the center of the stage on a white pillar, aerial silk dancers floating in the air in your presence. You began to sing your song, putting love and effort into each part that you were singing, your vocals strong.

“While I'm here, I'm someone to honor

When I'm gone, I'm someone to mourn

But if you and my heart should someday drift apart

I'll make sure to give you these blessings

Because they're all I've got

My love's deep as the ocean

Don't you drown on me

Just know any love I gave you's forever yours to keep”

As you belted the song from your heart, you looked into the crowd, spotting Jack sitting front row. You kept eye contact with him for the majority of the song, eyes drifting from him as you finished the song, ending it with notes from the heart.

You're gonna want me back

You're gonna want me back, you're gonna

You know we can't do that

You know you can't do that, you know it”

The crowd applaud as you ended, slowly drifting back onto the pillar, sighing as it was lowered into the stage. You smiled at your manager, who immediately handed you a snack and a bottle of water, a ritual you had going after your performances.

“You did great Y/N.” She spiked, embracing you in a hug.

“It felt like it. Let’s just hope he got the message.”

Smiling and waving at everyone, you slowly made it to the Sheppard Bus parked in the section for the attending artists, holding your award in your hand.

You had won song of the summer, your fans supporting you all the way through. You were happy, ecstatic, yet there was still one person you wish you had heard from.

“Maybe he won’t stop by.”

“I doubt that Y/N. Look.” Your manager pointed towards the parked Sheppard’s bus, Jack standing in front of it, a bouquet of flowers in his hand. You smile and nodded your head towards your manager, who took the award from you and made her way towards the vehicle. Slowly you walked up to him, your dress trailing behind you swiftly.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” Jack spoke, fiddling with the packaging of the flowers he held in his hands.

“Are those for me?”

“Oh shit, yes. Yeah, they are.” He thrusted them towards you, a small laugh leaving your lips. You took in a whiff of the roses, smiling as you looked back up at Jack.

“They’re gorgeous, thank you.”

“Of course.” There was a pause.

“Listen.” You both spoke at the same time, “Wait” you both spoke again, looking at each other with a smile.

“Go ahead.” You nodded to Jack, who began to twirl the ring on his finger - a nervous tick, something you had picked up on while you were together.

“Listen, Y/N I- I never meant for things to go down between us like they did. It was never my intention to hurt you, now that I can see that with the song you performed tonight.”

“So you think it’s about you?”

“Wasn’t it?” Jack looked at you panicked, his bright blue eyes looking directly into yours.

“Of course it was Jack, I was just messing with you.” You smiled softly, a sigh leaving Jack’s lips.

“Phew. Don’t do that, you know I don’t like sarcasm like that.” You both laughed it off, your eyes drifting down to the flowers.

“But like I said. I really didn’t want our relationship to end between us as it did, and I’m sorry that I hurt you.”

“Jack… let’s not do this right here.” You spoke softly. “How about tomorrow, over lunch?” You looked at him, hoping he would say yes.

“… Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay. I’m cool with that.” He nodded at you, placing his hand on your cheek. Smoothly, you moved closer to him, kissing him on his cheek.

“I’ll text you the details. Goodnight Jack.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

[praetoravila]

Cute character questions for my girl Macie? <3

☾ cute character questions ☽

the basics: name: maciella ‘macie’ evangeline smittens-garcia age: 13 (s1), 14 (s2), 15 (s3), 16 (s4)  zodiac sign: pisces, march 5 1990  one good trait: incredibly loyal one bad trait: can be overly emotional  habits: one bad habit: she can get in over her head easily  one good habit: hardworker  one habit they can’t break: chewing on the rim of her sweaters and shirts  one they’ve broken: nail biting  what they’re afraid of: clowns and her mom  family: their parents names: eric garcia and amber smittens (nee garcia)  their siblings names: miranda and maeve smittens-garcia  favorite childhood memory: running around in a waterpark while visiting atlanta for a weekend  favorite childhood toy: her stuffed bunny, she still has it  embarrassing story: she once fell off a pageant stage bc her heels were too tall  favorite family member: her abuela :) a story about that family member: after the divorce, her abuela became her primary caretaker, and they would go to the library together and find a book and have their own little reading club  what they prefer: coffee or tea? showering in the day or night? taking baths or taking showers? tv or movies? writing or reading? platonic or romantic love? iced tea or lemonade? (SHE’S A SOUTHERN GIRL THRU AND THRU) ice cream or smoothies? cupcakes or cake? beach or mountains? favorites: song: go figure by everlife  band: btr obviously 🙄but also she’s a huge fob fan  outfit: this guy or this!   place: her family home in Savannah Georgia memory: filming the city is ours music video in season 1, being on tour with the boys in s2 person: her dad  movie: penelope  show: s1? def wizards of waverly place. or whatever the btrverse version of that would be

[witchnordemon]

That idea... made him feel a lot better. That Philip didn't tell him, because he just assumed Collector's intelligence and vast knowledge meant he'd already known. It was maybe a little unrealistic, but... ❝ Him thinking I knew... I guess that makes sense. ❞ He answered, all traces of his previous anger gone - content and reveling in the idea, for now, that Philip might assume Collector to be more capable than he treated him sometimes. Because he was smart, and he did know a lot of things, and his interest and knowledge was definitely not heavily skewed towards- ❝ Titan! ❞ They exclaimed, ❝ You're right, that's probably it! He's not "dead" or "dying" or anything lame, he's just dormant! ❞ They tapped their hands upon their cheeks a few times, seemingly invigorated by this train of thought. ❝ If I've really been locked away a long long time, it makes sense he's resting now! He was old, even back when I played with his babies, so - ooh, that makes so much sense! How'd you even think of that? ❞ They asked, turning their gaze back towards Golden Guard with a grin.

"Well . . . Maybe he didn't know you didn't know? Maybe he didn't tell you because he thought you knew."

His breaths were few and far between. Mainly just holding them in unless he needed to talk. Tense. But . . . the Collector was . . . okay? He wasn't mad? Or maybe the apology just worked . . . That was odd. It didn't usually, with Belos.

It was such a quick mood change that it disoriented him, though. What exactly had just happened? He wasn't sure. He had to be careful, though.

Did titans' hearts really keep beating after they were skeletonized?

Tentatively, he asked, "Is . . . that happening with this titan?" Was the heart of the Boiling Isles still beating?

[glacialswordsman]

" moya zvezda, moya luna ... " ajax whines , wrapping their arms around him slightly tighter . they curl up , tucking their head under his chin . yes - they know that they have a meeting today with the other harbingers . they also know that it would be idiotic to be late to it .. and yet . everything is so nice , and calm and they feel like they could so easily doze back off to sleep with his arms around them . they don't want to have to exit their room and face the real world - not yet . " just a little while longer , please ? " ( fatuiverse...softness...for you )

“Meus mare, mi caelum,” Kaeya cooed in turn at Ajax’s whine, a soft laugh then chimed out of him as they tucked further against him. Sighing in mock exasperation, the second of the Innamorati held his partner securely within his arms, a hand gently caressing along their spine. He knows very well that they had a meeting to attend, and the repercussions they could potentially face should they not show up on time. Mostly, it would be either Capitano or Pierro getting on their case about it, which Brighella can certainly do without.

Yet, he’s also aware that most of their ire would not be directed towards himself.

“You know that you’d be the one getting the most flack for our attendance, Ajax. You are my senior in ranking, after all. So if you’re okay with getting the brunt of all their complaints, then it’s fine by me.”

[ateezsora]

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❝𝕸𝐘 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝕯𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄.❞

₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

࿐྄ྀ 𝘽𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙃 𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙀: Min So-ra.

࿐྄ྀ 𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙐𝙇: 민 소라.

࿐྄ྀ 𝙀𝙉𝙂𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙃 𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙀: Victoria.

࿐྄ྀ 𝘽𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙃 𝘿𝘼𝙏𝙀: March 18th, 2000.

࿐྄ྀ 𝘽𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙃 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝘾𝙀: Buenos Aires, Argentina.

࿐྄ྀ 𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙔: Buenos Aires, Argentina (2000 — 2010) ; Goyang, Gyeonggi province (2010 — 2016) ; Seoul, Sout Korea (2016 — present)

࿐྄ྀ 𝙉𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝘼𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙔: Argentinian — Korean.

࿐྄ྀ 𝙎𝙏𝙐𝘿𝙄𝙀𝙎: Hanlim School of Arts.

࿐྄ྀ 𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙇𝙔 𝙈𝙀𝙈𝘽𝙀𝙍𝙎: Dahlia E. Toledo (mother), Min Hae-soo (father), Min Jong-soo (older brother), Min Haruki (older brother), Min Kang-min (younger brother), Min Dal (younger brother).

࿐྄ྀ 𝙉𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙀𝙎: Sora, Sorin, Minso.

࿐྄ྀ 𝙁𝘼𝙉-𝙂𝙄𝙑𝙀𝙉 𝙉𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙀𝙎: "4th Gen Main Dancer" ; "Korea's Ice Princess" ; "Snow White of Kpop" ; "KQ's Secret Weapon".

࿐྄ྀ 𝙕𝙊𝘿𝙄𝘼𝘾 𝙎𝙄𝙂𝙉: Pisces.

࿐྄ྀ 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙉𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙎: She/Her.

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✩‧₊˚ 𝙃𝙀𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏: 1,79cm

✩‧₊˚ 𝙒𝙀𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏: 55kg.

✩‧₊˚ 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙊𝘿 𝙏𝙔𝙋𝙀: A.

✩‧₊˚ 𝙈𝘽𝙏𝙄: INFJ.

✩‧₊˚ 𝙇𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙐𝘼𝙂𝙀𝙎:

— Spanish, argentinian accent : 100%

— English, british accent : 100%

— Korean, gyeonggi accent : 100%

— Japanese, osaka accent : 80%

— Arabic (still learning) : 55%

— Portuguese (still learning) : 71%

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🪐✰‧₊˚🐈‍⬛

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

❝𝕸𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝕯𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄.❞

.˚｡༊ 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙂𝙀 𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙀: SORA (소라).

.˚｡༊ 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙋𝘼𝙉𝙔: KQ Entertainment.

.˚｡༊ 𝙂𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙋: ATEEZ.

.˚｡༊ 𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉: Main dancer, main vocalist, composer, songwritter, choreographer.

.˚｡༊ 𝙀𝙈𝙊𝙅𝙄: 🐈‍⬛ (black cat).

.˚｡༊ 𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙄𝙑𝙄𝘿𝙐𝘼𝙇 𝙁𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙊𝙈: Sorami.

.˚｡༊ 𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂:

— Vocal: 9/10.

— Dance : 10/1O.

— Rap : 6/10.

— Stage presence : 9/10.

— Acting : 8/10.

— Songwritting : 10/10.

— Choreography : 10/10.

— Producing : 8/10.

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☾ ·. ⋅ CARRD || PLOTTING CALL || BONDS CALL

|| INTEREST TRACKER || MEMES

A STUDY IN ― burning the wick , hosting a spark to temper , making the moonlight your stage , grieving those a breath away & * being haunted by your reflection .

independent private roleplay blog for utahime iori of jujutsu kaisen , heavily influenced by personal headcanons and Japanese mythology . & treated as an original character . ( 21 + , oc / crossover friendly ) . written by ford : she / they 24 y/o , cst . sporadic activity , not spoiler free ( please read rules before following . ) est. september 2023.

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A small shudder ran through Kaeya as the air touched and further cooled the spot where the antiseptic had been used, making him bring his sleeve back down to its rightful place.

As the crystal bowl was offered towards him again, the youngest Ragnivindr stared at the candies within with a wide eye before he looked back up at Crepus. Kaeya’s expression grew a little puzzled at the mention of being rewarded for his bravery, but he does suppose something like bravery is a good enough reason for merit.

“Ah—thank you, Mister Crepus,” he voiced, his tone gentle and mild. Reaching a hand out, he once again went for a simple blueberry taffy…before pausing.

His face scrunched up momentarily in thought, clearly considering something. After a moment, he grabbed a strawberry taffy instead. Yet, this time, he didn’t unwrap it to eat it right away.

In fact, he had no intention of eating it at all.

For now, he pocketed it before shifting to slide off the couch and back to his feet. Looking back towards the eldest Ragnivindr, he reached out and gently took hold of his sleeve. “Can we please go catch a crystal…fly, now?”

( ℜ ) HIS BROWS RAISE ever slightly as he took note of the young boy's attempts at remaining silent the entire time he worked on resolving any potential nasties that could have gotten into the wound after the fall. with the specks of dirt that came away on the rag he felt relief that he actually managed to get kaeya to sit down and be seen too after a few taffies and distractions in the form of some impromptu lessons.

HE NOTED THE younger doing his utmost to keep himself together ; to not show the pain that he no doubt was feeling as he ran over the open wound with the antiseptic coated rag. he spoke none of it , feeling confident in that if he brought up the fact that it would just upset the boy further. he wanted him to feel comfortable coming to him for things of this nature --- and the ragnvindr's belief that bringing attention to it would do the opposite.

AS HE FINISHED he watched as the young boy seemed to inspect and check it out to see what difference there was ; comforted that he was no longer in discomfort or pain ; relieved as he begun to put away the remaining bits and bobs of the medical kit and the used bits for the trash.

( IT WAS TIMES like these he sorely missed his vision and being able to dispose of stuff like these without having to move )

A BROW RAISES as he brings the bowl of taffies back into view , taking one for himself and making a show of popping one in his mouth and smiling ; offering the crystal bowl forth for the youngest ragnvindr to take one.

❝ EVEN IF YOU got the word wrong. no , this is for your bravery , son. go on , take one. ❞