#🎭i wish i could see you🎭once

[tenjikyu]

So! My birthday's coming up here soon, and as you know, I am very obsessed with tokyo revengers. Therefore, here is my first request to you :)

How about headcanons on how mitsuya, sanzu, angry, smiley, and mikey would celebrate reader's birthday? preferably romantic but platonic is okay too. If you don't want to write all of them, you can choose a few to get rid of. These guys are my favorites so I couldn't not include them ♡

Sorry if there's not a lot of info to go off of!

— 🎭

𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴!

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ multiple x gn!reader, excessive fluff and humour, we love the toykorev boys they’re adorable, i hope you like ghibli because it’s referenced in angry’s.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ happy birthday !! it took me a hot minute bc i needed to re-remember the tokyo rev characters and their personalities but i’m back on track now people. i was worried about getting this out late so i ended up removing smiley from the request but i did my best for everyone else(i’m very sorry 😭). I REALLY HOPE YOU GET THIS BEFORE YOUR BIRTHDAY AND IF NOT, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY 🎭 ANON

takashi mitsuya.

༄ takashi could NEVER EVER let your birthday JUST be your birthday, he always does something extra special for you on your special day.

༄ it starts off with a special birthday morning call, an online kiss and a promise to take you out at 10:00.

༄ mitsuya lets you enjoy a nice breakfast with your family if you wish to, and comes to pick you up after you’ve gotten ready for the day ahead!

༄ pulling up on his motorcycle, he gives you your special helmet (that he chose in your favourite colour), and takes you for a morning bike ride around the city.

༄ he eventually leads you to a serenic park with good shade and sun leaking through the trees.

༄ no matter if your birthday takes place in a warm or cold season, mitsuya makes the best of a picnic in the park! he brings beverages and home baked goods that his sisters helped make just for you!

༄ mitsuya is the type to make something personal and thoughtful, so i believe a birthday gift from him would include a heartfelt letter, special chocolates, and a crochet stuffed animal with a bow on it! he prides himself in his efforts, seeing the huge smile on your face as you open your special gift.

༄ he takes you back to his home, in which you’re overrun by his younger sisters who were elated to see you. you’re their favourite person (besides their big brother), so it was hard to wrangle them off of you.

༄ mitsuya makes you your favourite dish as a birthday dinner, where all four of you sit down and ramble on about your day, as well as anything that comes to the two girls minds.

༄ as the end of your birthday approaches, luna and mana have to be pried off your leg with whines begging you to stay the night. once you’re out the door however, mitsuya tells you he wants to walk you home.

༄ once he drops you home, he kisses you goodnight and makes sure you’re in doors before he walks off, silently fisting the air in success on your special day.

manjiro sano.

༄ i don’t think mikey would forget your birthday, but i can totally see him leaving plans to the last minute. he’s not a very organised soul after all.

༄ at the ripe time of 7:00 in the morning, you’re promptly awoken by a knock on your window. to your surprise, manjiro was wide awake (which is a rarity) and informs you that you will not be attending school today, but instead going on a “birthday adventure” with your “beloved boyfriend”.

༄ thankfully your family was planning to give you the day off regardless, so you rush to get ready (in your tired state as it is), and head out to meet up with your blonde boyfriend.

༄ as you walk out the door, you’re incased in a bear hug by mikey, as he excitedly shows off the silly little flowers he (didn’t) pay for. they were your favourite flowers, and they didn’t seem cheap, however you decided against bringing it up and enjoyed the fresh scent in the early breeze.

༄ much like mitsuya, mikey takes you for a drive, however this is because he’s taking you to an all-you-can-eat-buffet! manjiro tells you it’s because they have good breakfast & lunch choices, however you know it’s an excuse to stuff his mouth.

༄ regardless, the both of you enjoyed a nice breakfast together, before manjiro takes you onto the next phase of the birthday date.

༄ you’re surprised when he pulls up to the local aquarium, with two premium tickets in hand. by premium, you mean you get an exclusive front row seat for any show you wish to see, as well as close access to certain life living there.

༄ walking around the aquarium, manjiro sneaks cute pictures of you looking into the glass and admiring the life around you, from the illuminated jellyfish to the dolphins exhibit, your boyfriends eyes hardly left your face, making sure your smile lingered.

༄ after the end of the date, you head over to the little souvenir shop, where mikey buys you a plushie of your choice. of course, you attempt to deny but he won’t let you.

༄ by the end of your date, manjiro drops by his home so you can see his sister. elated, emma jumps into your arms and welcomes you in, where she makes everyone a special dinner for you all.

༄ on the drive back to your home, manjiro silently thanks whatever being graced his life with your presence, even when your fast asleep on his shoulder with drill beginning to dribble.

angry.

༄ a gentle soul like angry has everything planned out. he has his brother give him his honest (and brutal) opinions on how to make this the PERFECT date.

༄ your day starts off usually, your family celebrates your birthday and gives your your presents and a good breakfast, you get ready for school and you get a sweet good morning call from your beloved boyfriend.

༄ as you leave your house, you see angry parked outside your home, and he tells you that he’s gonna be your personal taxi driver to school today!

༄ like a true gentleman, he wraps your arms around his torso and gives you a helmet to protect yourself, he waves your family goodbye and sets off to your school.

༄ as the school day passes you by, you get another message from the man of the hour, letting you know he’s gonna take you out for the remainder of the day.

༄ you wave your friends goodbye, and meet up with your boyfriend, who greets you with his signature frown.

༄ as you ride around, you soon find yourself in what seems to be a ghibli café. you smile in excitement, rushing in to see what it looked like inside.

༄ a massive totoro plushie greets you, and you see all the ethereal artwork studio ghibli offers hung across the walls.

༄ you sit down with your boyfriend, and order some themed food based on your favourite movies. you see howls moving castle themed furniture, a no-face holographic hovering around, the production of ponyo explained on a little TV, as well as a little kiki on her broom flying around the café.

you get heaps of photos, however you boyfriend only admires the look of admiration on your face, knowing how hard it is to reserve a seat in this café.

after you enjoyed your meal, he takes you home once again on his bike, driving safely (for once) and drops you home, but not before gifting you a keychain of no-face you were admiring from the souvenir shop.

༄ your smile increasing in size, you clip it to your bag, before ksiing angrys cheek goodnight and running in doors.

haruchiyo sanzu.

༄ sanzu is a “actions speak lourdes then words” kinda dude, so he takes you out on a date to the museum!

༄ he wakes you up via ringing the doorbell, and being invited in by your mother (who dearly loves your boyfriend).

༄ sanzu shares a breakfast with your family, takes photos with you and then lets you go get dressed for your little date.

༄ as you enter into the museum, you see all sorts of preserved artworks and sculptures in your line of sight, filling your vision to the brim.

༄ regardless of this being your forté or not, the museum never fails as a good date spot.

༄ you go from room to room, carefully in taking all the information on the little plasters. from painting to painting, you find yourself immersed and drawn in, all the while your boyfriend held onto your hand.

༄ sanzu allowed you to go at your own pace, not caring much for it but knowing it was entertaining you, so it was enough for him.

༄ tugging him around like a dog, you find yourself in the museum for hours before you leave the premises. sanzu asks if you enjoyed yourself, and you giddily replied you loved it.

༄ you didn’t know it at the time, but he sniped a cute photo of you looking at a large painting and made it his personal background for his phone, admiring it as he took you to lunch.

༄ after lunch, sanzu informs you that he has business to attend to, but regrets it as soon as the dejected look crossed your face, hoping to spend the full day with him.

༄ without hesitation, sanzu lets you know it’s quick business that shouldn’t take an hour or so, and drops you off at a mall with your friends to enjoy yourself, and lets you know he’ll pick you up to drive you home.

༄ as the evening sets and you wave your friends goodbye, sanzu meets up with you. you rush into his arms, and he holds onto you dearly.

༄ he takes you in a late night drive as a way to make up for missing out on part of your day, however you reassure him that it’s nothing and allow him to ramble, something he rarely does.

༄ as he drops you home, you place a gentle kiss to his nose, and tell him you’ll see him later, leaving him slightly flustered.

༄ what have you done to him.

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🍯New Age Money ♦︎ Timeless Pick A Card

‘When I was small, God was around and curiously granted my every wish. Now a grownup, I still believe that miracles do happen and that alone gets me up in the morning with such gladness.

And if I am enveloped by a peaceful sun filtering through the branches as I open my curtains, I am sure, everything before my eyes is a message.

When I was small, God was around and sent Love my way every day. And now, it is time I opened that precious box that’s been forgotten, kept hidden in a corner of my heart.

And if I am enveloped by the soft fragrance of cape jasmine in a garden awash by rain, I am sure, everything before my eyes is a message.’

– When I’m Surrounded by Kindness from Kiki’s Delivery Service (1989)

あなたの特技！Surely everybody was born into this world carrying some precious boxes of God-given talents. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to open those boxes and monetise such talents with Soul?

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Pile 1 – ‘Harry, you’re a Witch!’

untapped divine talents – Queen of Cups

Hey, magical creature~ You literally possess mystical powers but you probably didn’t even know~! You’re a sensual being, like a siren, who has an innate ability to feel what others can’t easily perceive. Naturally, this translates into your being highly intuitive, empathetic, imaginative—and you might’ve felt like this world wasn’t made for you. Psychics are incredibly sensitive people and you could’ve felt out of place most of your Life, but as the insightful Jiddu Krishnamurti said: sensitivity is the highest form of intelligence. We’re talkin’ EQ here😘

Someone like you was definitely not built for any kind of money-making endeavour that doesn’t allow you to be sensitive to the needs of others. There’s meaning in your being emotionally attuned and imaginative; even if—for example—you feel that your calling is to become an author, even in your writing it’s clear there’s a purpose of healing those who come into contact with your Art. If you’ve chosen this as your main pile, you literally possess some innate ability to heal others and this explains why you’ve always had the urge to make the world a better place🌍

You see, back in those long-gone days, those who were called witches were really scientists, teachers and healers. The word ‘witch’ comes from ‘wicca’ which means the wise one. Wicca (male) and wicce (female) were the knowledgeable ones who sought to apply their wealth of information and perspectives for the betterment of others as that’s how knowledge becomes wisdom. There is an untapped divine talent resting in you and it is your ability to feel through your psychic senses what society is lacking in terms of its maintenance of its own sanity🎭

YOU, literally hold all the ingredients necessary for a once in a lifetime breakthrough that could potentially heal all of Mankind for centuries to come~🌻

karmic/dharmic opportunities – XIII Death

I betcha you have significant Scorpio influences or 8th House placements or a specifically strong Pluto/Neptune presence in your natal chart. It could be that shortly before you were born someone quite spiritual/religious/magickal in your bloodline had passed away and it almost feels like you were born to pick up the pieces they had left. I betcha that some of your innate interests since childhood or pursuits you feel very strongly about that may have developed later in Life were inspired by or related to that relative/ancestor, one way or another. Like you just share similar patterns of behaviour, interests or even thought processes🦜

What you can really take away from all of this is that you have a purpose higher than yourself. That you came with specific blueprints and that your whole Life, your sense of purpose or mission, all of that is a group project you share with many Souls in the Higher Realms. Only high-vibrational peeps will really resonate with this message😊And that in itself is confirmation for you to know you have many opportunities in the healing and creative industries.

Seriously, you needn’t even have to worry about how you’re gonna make money with these opportunities even if they sound out of reach at the moment. Because it is your Destiny to be a cycle breaker—to start something completely new on your own—a path will be made for you just to fulfil your Destiny. And you can wholeheartedly trust in that to save yourself from excessive worry/anxiety🍷

the future of jobs – 5 of Pentacles

In the industry you’re meant to be part of, there will be a lot of chaos right before you make your debut. Like things are just falling apart and many of the players aren’t even sure what they’re there for anymore. There’s a lot of disillusionment that’s needing to be felt to the max until a breakthrough can really have any meaning. Either that, or some of you could be the one creating more chaos in the industry as you enter it LMAO We call you an industry disruptor, alright? You’re that breath of oxygen everybody was needing because they had been suffocating themselves with their own stupidity🍭

If you’ve resonated with this pile thus far, know that you’re meant to bring some healing—even enlightenment to some extent—to whichever industry you feel a calling to. And this is totally not a one-man’s show; you will be meeting a lot of kindred spirits in that industry and others associated with it. You’re meant to have an audience and serve a greater spiritual purpose for all involved. Bring back all those people into OG spirituality. All of this for what? For people’s mental health, obvi~💕

How does every one of these people expect themselves to be truly happy and abundant when their viewpoints are marred by childhood traumas and the excessive need for revenge? You of all people understand the innate darkness of the human psychology and the future of jobs within the industry of your calling is dependent on its people transcending above trauma and lack mentality so that a new, healthier paradigm can be established. Out with addictive behaviours; out with destructive habits; in with purer intents~ That’s the kind of New World you’re meant to be a part of to earn your keep in the most high-vibrational way👒

CURRENTS OF CHI (currency)🔻💛

being of service to Mankind – Gold Physician (Hippocrates)

delights of Life – Priestess of Contemplation

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Pile 2 – Paths Least Travelled Lead to the Greatest Stories

untapped divine talents – 9 of Cups

You…need to go and carve out a LYFE of your own, honey. Since you were quite young, you’ve always had this desire to go explore strange territories and come back to share grand stories only you could tell. A unique Life of your own that sets you apart from your family/community. Try to check what numerology has to say about, for example, your Life Path, Soul Urge, Expression and all that; there may be something there that validates this desire to be unique, to be different, to be a fucking unicorn, and perhaps, to be the FIRST to discover or invent something🦄

You have what it takes to thrive alone, that much I can assure you. Some of you probably even have Jupiter in Pisces/12th House or Neptune/Uranus in 9th House. Whatever it is, your Soul does intend for you to travel paths least travelled and discover magical things only you could have access to. What is this strange narrative for? For discovering your Soul’s heritage. I know it sounds weird. But you’ve come from very distinct bloodlines and I sense many of you have a strong affinity towards the faery realm? There’s a lot of historical truths to uncover as you walk the lonely path of the eccentric hermit🏞

The New Age of Aquarius is changing the way we receive truths. It’s such a glad thing that people are now more open to seeing things for what they truly are no matter how politically ‘incorrect’ or heartbreaking the truths are. Your untapped divine talents will naturally bring you towards avenues where you will arise as some kind of a whistleblower or you will be unearthing ancient esoteric wisdom and sharing it with the public. Your life path is definitely very exciting and will take you to wonderful places and meeting the most unique people in the world!⛵️

karmic/dharmic opportunities – 7 of Wands Rx

In many regards, your life path could even lead you to meeting some of the world’s most distinguished individuals OMO But the path is understandably not easy. This kind of calling will require a great deal of character and tenacity. You will be rocking the yachts of the Devil, right? Your Life Stories could get extra absurd and your discoveries might lead you to some dangerous encounters. Nevertheless, if you are nudged by a sense of being of service to Truth, you will decide it’s all worth it. When we die, our Souls carry only stories and memories of our heroism anyway🧬

You will have friends though. People who share your passion for the real re-education of the people. I see professions in journalism, philosophy, psychology, anthropology, criminology, even celebrity exposé stuff that reveal the scammy behaviours of the evil rich and famous. You could also be drawn intuitively to the studies of the REAL history of Planet Earth, her extraterrestrial history and the truths of the lost civilisations that have shaped the wars of our Time. You could secretly (or not so secretly) be part of the disclosure movement😉

The studies of Astronomy and Astrotheology will benefit you a great deal if you’ve resonated this far with this being your main pile. In everything that you do, there is a panacea for the brokenness of Humanity. Your sharing of outlandish discoveries and suppressed information could be what Humanity needs for it to mature and choose global peace and harmony. It will be a lifelong effort that may not end with your lifetime though. So make sure you leave enough material as your legacy for the next generations to continue on🍁

the future of jobs – King of Cups

I suppose it’s pretty clear to many of us now that the world is run by psychopaths. Indecent human beings with terrible hobbies that hurt others and the sheer disregard for the sustainability of the Planet and the livelihood of her inhabitants. With you, you will see for yourself pretty soon that the world is choosing to move to a more compassionate space, and you will have a role in giving a voice to those whose intentions for their societies are more honourable. You could be one to contribute an invention or two yourself; perhaps an exposé book, perhaps a channel, a website~ Idk, what do you feel called to?🎪

In the future you will be part of, you will see evil leaders getting replaced, thwarted even, by compassionate leaders of the New Age Money. Down to anarchy; we want real peace. Down to young psychopaths rebelling against old psychopaths only to start a new cycle of abuse. The future you will be seeing will see that those with a genuine heart rise to the top and begin taking charge of the wheel of society. Leading with a heart. People before profit. It’s really not that difficult to sow the seeds now~🌱

You yourself, and the people who share the same passion, vision and mission as yourself, you are a bunch of experts who will glue together different factions of society who want to work hand-in-hand to remedy all the destruction caused by the powerful psychopaths. There is diplomacy in what you share with the rest of the populace and there is kindness and grace. People’s mental wellbeing will be put at the forefront before profits are made. And if we really did go into a WWIII…

CURRENTS OF CHI (currency)🔻💜

being of service to Mankind – Red Astronomer (Johannes Kepler)

delights of Life – Priestess of Solitude

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Pile 3 – For You, It’s Never, Ever, Been About the Money

untapped divine talents – Queen of Pentacles Rx

Of all the piles, you’ve always resonated with loving being of service to the world since you were tiny. You could’ve been attracted to the service and hospitality industries since you were quite young, too. You were probably quite social when you were a kid and liked the idea of working jobs that would ensure other people have a good time, have a good experience with excellent customer service—basically, you liked the idea of helping/assisting others. If you could make your own choices, you’d rather have these types of job🩹

Unfortunately, growing up you were told that such jobs had no money or glamour. Some of you reading this could’ve come from a wealthy background in which working to service others is seen as uncool…even low. So this could’ve caused a great deal of psychological conflict in you. What you want and what your society deems worthwhile seemed to be in conflict. But let me tell you that your heart really knows what’s intended for your highest good🦉

From a very young age, you were already able to see that this world is sick and needing a lot of help when it comes to healing and transmuting negative aenergies. Your child brain couldn’t have verbalised that but your higher intuition knew you were put on Earth to tip the scale. You didn’t want to care about money; you wanted to pursue an authentic Life where your existence could be of some use to somebody👑

karmic/dharmic opportunities – III The Empress Rx

Some of you could’ve come from a rather impoverished background. This is easy to deal with. You were born face to face with this Devil called ‘lack’. But some of you could’ve come from a wealthier background or at least you weren’t necessarily starving and your society could’ve expected a lot from you. If the latter is the case with you, at some point in Life your Higher Self and team of Spirit Guides will force you to get down from the high horse of your inauthentic environment and have you experience Life from the perspective of those who haven’t got much in Life🐛

When this happens, your eyes will be opened to what truly matters in Life. That essentially, everybody in this world is sick to the bone because they’re trying to fill a hole in their hearts with weirdass purchases and hobbies. Part of your karmic reason to be born at this passage of time is to help Mankind transmute its unhealthy affinity towards excess indulgence via obtaining things that are truly fleeting. When you learn to overcome your own traumas and addictions, you help the collective conscious of Humanity transcend above that, too. This is very noble and you deserve a big bear hug just for existing in this realm~🧸

Rest assured, it is in your Soul’s blueprint that you must end up abundant yourself when all’s said and done. You’re destined to be very wealthy, from doing things that are high-vibrational and fully in alignment with what your Soul wishes for you to express as a Human being. You’re meant to set an example of what it means to do a job with Love~🎀

the future of jobs – 2 of Pentacles Rx

Many of you grew up in societies that taught you: passion doesn’t put food on the table. And you’ve observed many real examples of those who prioritise good deeds end up not having much money, indeed. And you could’ve believed that Life is about choosing between passion and duty. Bullshit. If people can’t thrive doing what they love, it’s the society that’s broken; how can there be no money to be made in those endeavours that are more exciting, more meaningful? You realise now that the System was designed to depress the common people in the pursuit of serving the Devil😰

You and your kindred spirits are the free spirits that are going to usher in an era of New Age Money where people no longer need to ruminate over sacrificing passion or freedom for a stable income. Back to before Industrial Revolution, maybe? Let’s reset the paradigm so we can recalibrate ourselves towards something more of a Solarpunk Society, or a Steampunk Society, that’s cool, too🍵

For you, it’s never ever been about the money. Career endeavours that would suit you most are whatever you feel an innate calling for. Many of your natural talents you’ve got since birth can be monetised in the service of your community, and better yet, online community. Some of you may feel a calling for being in the hospitality business, engineering, have an online presence or be a social media influencer, and some others may simply work in the aviation or F&B business, while some could want to become an eco-farmer or something. Whichever it may be, know that you have the unique power to elevate many aspects of the industry you are part of~🏹

CURRENTS OF CHI (currency)🔻💚

being of service to Mankind – Silver Astronomer (John Dee)

delights of Life – Priestess of Faith

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If it's okay can I please ask for silver and Floyd and malleus with kianna but like they barely started dating and she's just like

I've only been dating him for half an hour but if anything happened to him I will kill everyone in this room and then myself

Type of Writing: Request Characters: Silver Vanrouge, Floyd Leech, and Malleus Draconia Name: Reader Being Protective Over {Character} Requester: @nunezs-stuff

A/N: This is a fun prompt! I wish everyone reading this a Happy New Year and good luck to you and your families! See you all next year, lil bubbles🫧!

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⚔️ He and you had an interesting bond

⚔️ You were known to be very distant, and that was what Silver expected when in a relationship with you

⚔️ Oh Sweet Seven, was he wrong...

⚔️ Silver was being scolded by Sebek for sleeping again when you came up from behind the green-haired hot-head and pulled him by the collar to meet your eyes and you whispered something so scary in his ear that the half-fae ran off to vomit

⚔️ When asked why you did that, you just smiled and hugged Silver, rubbing his head until he fell asleep once again

⚔️ He never expected you to be so protective over him, especially with someone you considered close as well

⚔️ But, who was he kidding? He was a human raised by a ex-war-general fae for crying out loud!

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🎭 Oh my heavens, you both were on the same exact powerline here!

🎭 Floyd is extremely protective of those he deems close, and that has been shown by how many people he has threatened to squeeze when he heard them talk bad about you!

🎭 He has always viewed himself as the protector here, due to being far taller and a lot more known for his anger than you

🎭 But seeing you glare at the Savanaclaw student from behind as they mouthed off to him made him smile

🎭 You and him weren't in a relationship for very long, but he watched you take that guy down in a matter of minutes, and that was the sign that you were his one and only

🎭 Floyd smiled when you hugged him and glared at the beastman as they ran away with their tail between his legs

🎭 Now, everyone wouldn't mess with either of you! How fun~

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🐉 Malleus knew how angry you could get, since he's seen many calm figures in his life become violent and/or severely angry before

🐉 Himself included

🐉 When he and you got together, he pledged to never love anyone again, and he meant every single time he said that, which was a surprising amount

🐉 This fae was never really challenged, due to his ranking in society and his, in other people's words, 'intimidating aura'

🐉 The only person to really go head-to-head in conflicts with him was Savanaclaw's housewarden, Leona Kingscholar

🐉 You and him weren't on good terms, due to his laziness reminding you of Shu far to much

" How about this, lizard boy, take that power of your's and- "

🐉 He watched as you grabbed the beastman's tail and pulled him to look at you before throwing him into the ground and laying your foot on his head

🐉 Malleus is now swooning

[soaringwide]

Get to know your tarot reader • Ask Game

Some variation of this probably exists somewhere but I couldn't find anything I liked, so I decided to create my own tarot related ask game. There is a mix of practice-related questions, spiritual, and wider ones.

Feel free to send me questions, or simply share this and use for yourself.

🐈‍⬛ How did you first get into tarot? 🎀 What’s your favorite tarot deck and why? 🐚 What’s your favorite tarot card, and what does it mean to you? ✒️ What’s a quote that sums up your philosophy? 🔑 What’s something you’ve learned about yourself in the past year? 🎭 Do you use reversed cards and how? 🌱 How do you prepare yourself before a reading? 🌟 If you could give one piece of advice to your younger self, what would it be? 📖 What’s a spiritual/magic related book that changed your perspective forever? 🧭 What’s your view on the role of intuition in tarot readings? 🦋 What advice would you give to someone just starting to learn tarot? 💡 How do you come up with pick a card readings ideas? 🦜 Do you suffer from imposter syndrome and how do you deal with it? 🐦‍🔥 What’s a belief you once held that you no longer do? 🌕 How do you connect with the energy of a querent before a reading? 🕸 Do you have any particular spreads you love to use? 🐦‍⬛How do you handle challenging or negative readings? 🪄 How do you incorporate other spiritual practices into your readings (like crystals, astrology, etc)? 🪶 What is the role of tarot in your spiritual journey? 🦂 How do you handle skepticism from others about your tarot practice? 🥀Have you ever experienced tarot or spiritual burnout, and how did you overcome it? 🫧 How do you cleanse or recharge your tarot decks, if at all? 🦅 What does personal growth mean to you, and how do you pursue it? 🌈 How does your spirituality influences your practice of tarot? ⚡️How do you honor your boundaries? 🦉Do you believe some people are gifted, and is that necessary to read tarot? 🪐 What's your favorite oracle deck, if you use them? 🔮 What's your view on using tarot to predict the future? ⚙️ What is your personal view on how tarot works? 🍄 Do you use any tool, substance or technique to enhance the accuracy of your readings? 🍂 What do you wish to see more, and less of, in the tarot sphere?

[shurisu]

Wait, Shurisu is the ship name between Shun and Alice?

I remember when Bakugan was airing and I would look for the episodes in YouTube and I would stumble upon ship amvs of Shun and Alice, even one where they claimed they would kiss later in S1 (obviously fake).

I distinctly remember it being one of the most popular ships in the fandom, but was the series hinting and building a possible relationship or friendship between the two and then dropped it later seasons? Or was it more of a fandom invention?

I wish Alice hadn’t been dropped as a character just to see how Shun came into terms with her being Masquerade. Is that something Shurisu as a ship has explored?

Yes it's the combination of Shun+Arisu (Alice's romanisation in JP) . Shalice was also a common name but I think Shurisu sounds better.

About them kissing I have an idea why. If you know Inesidora, she used to make lots of beautiful Shurisu fanarts. She would use a similar artstyle to bakugan's own for them, so people would share her art as spoilers 😂

Shurisu wasn't one of the most popular ships, it was THE most popular ship.There was literally no competition.Even when s4 was airing people were still waiting Alice to come back.Even right now talking about this like it was ages ago feels so weird to me but I know fandom changed so much since then

Ah little me knew and claimed the ship the moment i saw them 😄I still remember very clearly watching the intro for ep 1 for the first time(where Dan introduces us the brawlers) I looked at Dan and Runo and said "oh mc and his love interest?" and seeing Shun and Alice right after, fireworks went up inside my brain. I was like "and this is the couple that will steal the show" I wasn't completely wrong at least lol

In all seriousness though i think, the creators definitely had the intention to make them a couple but dropped it later.

Shun and Alice are both similar, so they are also very different compared to the rest of the team. I think that was intentional.They are both raised by their grandfathers,Shun was trained to be ninja and Alice was also learning under her scientist grandfather.Both are very smart, act mature for their age but also lonely inside.The difference is Alice was masking it (no pun intended🎭) with her more bubbly front. I think Alice also knew how similar they truly were.She was one of the very few people who could see through him and those who could, had already known him for a very long time unlike her(Shiori, Skyress and Dan)

She could sense his mood or what's going on inside his head despite the tough act he puts on.Also the time he wanted to leave the team and she went back after him,her words got to him because she told what he needed to hear,because she could understand how he was feeling.

Maybe not much important but it also always piqued my interest how we would see them together even on most random shots because apart from that, Shun would be pictured either alone or further back in group shots.

Like this moment before the last battle,they were at the opposite sides of the city,how did they end up together?

I think Shurisu was intended to be the opposite of the main couple in mind. In contrast to Dan and Runo's childishness, they would be the mature ship.Why I think they dropped later is that

1)They didn't know what to do with Alice later on so they wrote her off

2)They also didn't seemed to know how to handle Shun any better so decided to keep him as a loner and made being a "loner" his only character trait.

Which I think is very sad because they both individually and together had a lot of potential(not gonna drag this one i know y'all hear me keep talking about this lmao)

About her being Masquerade,We at least know Shun accepts her like the rest of group but since last arc focused more on the battles there was no focus on relationship or characters.And on NV Alice had limited appearance while Shun was on Vestroia most of the time. Through the whole season only once they seemed to be in the same room together (when they send Shun to vestroia via Michael's teleporter) and I belive that's where this pic came from?

Tl,dr; i think they were definitely made to be canon.But even if the creators were to came up today and claim they had no intention like that at all,it still wouldn't change anything for me.What matters is the characters dynamic.When you compare how they act like with eachother and with others and also look at their characters it becomes more clear. "The kind boy who puts on a tough act because he is troubled" and "The cheerful girl who is also troubled inside" is an old but loved dynamic afterall.So that's what drew a lot people in.

[free-for-all-fics]

Phantom of the Opera (1943 Film) Prompts! Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of these ideas and I’d love to read it! 🎭🧡

1. Erique Claudin was madly in love with you in his younger years. He was a very handsome and eccentric man with a great talent for music. You soon became lovers and later told Erique you were with child as soon as the doctor confirmed it. Not wishing your baby to be a bastard and raised out of wedlock, you and Erique made plans to marry as soon as possible, before your stomach could possibly give you away. You later bore a beautiful daughter, Christine. Erique had composed a song for you during your courtship and later added a part for Christine after her birth. When she was little, Erique would play the violin while you’d rock her to sleep and sing an old lullaby that you both knew from Provence.

Unfortunately, you died when Christine was still very young, devastating Erique. He didn’t know what to do without you. You were dead and he was clueless when it came to raising a girl all by himself. Due to his demanding job in the Opera House Orchestra and your untimely death, he didn’t have the proper means to take care of Christine, who was only a baby or toddler at the time. He couldn’t raise her himself, so he either sent her to live with your family or put her up for adoption. Either way, he made sure she went to a good home. Whether it was your maiden name or her adoptive family’s name, she took the name DuBois and never knew of Erique’s true connection to her.

As she grew up, she resembled you more and more each day. Erique never found another love after you. Twenty years of you being gone, and he wished every day you were still with him. When Christine began her singing career as a chorus girl in the Opera, he put his entire fortune towards her education, anonymously funding her singing lessons. She was blessed with the gift of her mother’s voice and every time Erique heard her sing, he heard you. After he’s dismissed from the Orchestra due to his hand injury, he has to withdraw his support from Mademoiselle DuBois only for a little while, just until he can secure another position. But a series of tragic events lead to him committing murder and his face being burned by acid. A man who’s suffered so much loss would do practically anything for the love of his daughter, even kidnap her and try to force her to stay with him in his home in the underground sewers forever. Christine is the last vestige of you, his darling wife, and he can’t bear to lose her.

He tells Christine that he’s her father and he loves her. She’ll now sing all she wants, but only for him. He keeps a portrait of you in his lair and tells Christine all about her dearly departed mother as he reminisces on his much happier memories of being an aspiring musician. He was young and didn’t have much money or commercial success yet, a starving artist. But what little money he had would always be spent on a ticket to the theatre, just to see you. He was in love with you from the moment he first saw you on stage, so his earnings were well spent in his eyes. He could live without food or a roof over his head, but he couldn’t live without you.

“She was in a repertory company. the same actors and actresses doing different plays, a different play every night. First time I saw her, she was a singer who had a broken heart, a lot of sad songs. Had everybody in the theatre crying, whole ocean of tears.”

“I don't think I'd like that.”

“Yes, you would. Everybody did. Next night, she was a dancer. Whirling around the stage, sparkles in her hair, lighter than thistledown. Took my breath away just to watch her.”

“Dressed like that?”

“Yes, child. Artist didn't paint her as pretty as she was.”

“Did you see all her plays?”

“Every one of them. Not just once. The theatre was my courting place. I sat right in the middle of the front row every night, where she could see me. After, I went backstage. Was four days before she even said hello.”

“Oh. Then what?”

“Then it was the wonder, the glory, sunshine, and lightning all at the same time. After we learned we were expecting you, I came to the Paris Opera House to join the Orchestra. With my salary, I built us a house. I then went back and asked her to be my wife. When she said yes, I was so happy I was dumbstruck for an hour.”

“Why did she go away?”

“It's none of your business why.”

“I'm sorry.”

“She tried to retire and stay home to focus her energy on raising you, but there was nothing here but the house...No theatre, no people...no company except for the birds singing. As much as she loved you, she wasn't used to it. I didn’t get home from the Opera House until late in the night. She got the lonesomes so bad she couldn't stand it. Uh...she went away for a little...back on the stage again.”

“In Paris?”

“Ohh...other places. Mostly Paris. Uh, standing around here talking, the spiders will be gaining on me. Be cobwebs in here thicker than before. Come, sit. Listen while I play for you. Did you know I wrote this song?”

“No.”

“I did. That’s why I wanted to teach it to you, but it was not to be. These aren’t just notes, there’s something hidden in the music. These notes here, they represent you. They find their way into every song I play. This phrase…this is your mother.”

“Are you in the song?”

“Somewhere, but it’s not important. You and your mama are all I can hear when I sit down to play.”

2. Erique becomes creepily obsessed with you, a young woman who works in the Opera House and reminds him of Christine’s mother. He may or may not have been able to marry Christine’s mother, but he loved her greatly all the same. He tragically lost her either through her death or her falling out of love with him, and has since never been able to get over her. You encountered him a few times in the foyer, on the stage, or outside the Opera, but that’s all. You were so busy with your daily work that you didn’t have much time to acknowledge him beyond a polite hello in passing. Erique was deeply offended and driven into taking further action with you after being criticized by Signor Ferretti for his love of you. He believed that Ferretti spoke out of turn and dared to insult not just him, but you as well.

“Claudin, if you don’t mind me saying so, you’re a fool. A man of your age might secure a young girl like her if he happened to be the director of an opera company, but a poor violinist…”

How dare he doubt your love or the piano concerto he wrote for you! He may be a man of forty-eight years and past his prime, but you never treated him differently from other men just because of your significant age gap. You smiled at him in passing, happily accepted all of his courting gifts which he spent a fraction of his fortune on, etc. It was Signor Ferretti who was the fool for failing to see how deeply he loved you and how you loved him in return! Unbeknownst to Erique, you mistakenly thought his anonymous gifts were from another potential suitor, a handsome man who was closer to your age. You’ve never thought of Erique in such a way, but he’s too delusional in his fantasies of you to realize this. He secretly has a marble bust made in your likeness that he keeps in his room so he may gaze upon your lovely face while he’s composing. But soon the marble bust isn’t enough. He needs to have the real thing.

Following his first act of murder and tragic disfigurement from the acid, he begins his reign of terror as the Phantom. He steals the master key to the Opera House and, with that key in his possession, he can open 2,500 doors! To say nothing of thousands of closets and cabinets. He can hide everywhere, the entire police force couldn’t find him here. He unlocks your door and sneaks into your bedroom while you sleep. You’re in such a deep slumber that you barely stir while he strokes your cheek, moves your hair out of your face, and presses his nose against your skin to inhale the sweet scent of your perfume. Oh, his love! His wife! He leaves you with a brisk kiss and disappears back into the sewers. He has such big plans for you! Wonderful plans!

You start to notice a man’s shadow following you, but it always disappears before anyone else can see him. You start to hear a man’s voice speaking through the walls. From what he says, he sounds lovesick and it creeps you out. You try to warn others but no one else believes you except Vercheres. You develop insomnia and deep feelings of paranoia because of your fear and anxiety. When an opportune moment presents itself, Erique kidnaps you and takes you to his underground lair in the sewers, drugging you to ensure your cooperation. While you’re asleep, he puts a wedding ring on your finger and a matching one on his own. His young bride is a vision! So very beautiful, so very lovely!

“You’ll stay here with me, my wife, won’t you? It’s been so lonely without you but you’ve returned to me at last, haven’t you? We’ll be together forever. Now you’ll sing for me, and I’ll play. It’s beautiful down there. Beautiful. Come now, my darling one.”

“There's a piano in the Opera foyer. Let's go there. You play, and I'll sing for you.”

“But you don't understand. We can't go back there ever. It was I who made the chandelier fall. I for you, my love. But I warned them. I told them there'd be death and destruction if they didn't let you sing. Come. See? Didn't I tell you it was beautiful? You didn't know we had a lake all to ourselves, did you? They've poisoned your mind against me. That's why you're afraid. Look at our lake, dearest. You'll love it here when you get used to the dark. And you'll love the dark, too. It's friendly and peaceful. It brings rest and relief from pain. It's right under the Opera. The music comes down in the darkness, distills it, cleanses it of the suffering that made it. And it's all beauty. And life here is like a resurrection.”

He forces you to play along with his deluded fantasies, often believing you’re his lost love and calling you by her name. You’ve tried to tell him you weren’t her, and sometimes it works. In his moments of lucidity, he calls you by your real name. Those hours or days are much more bearable for you. Other times, however, his behavior is unpredictable and trying to break him out of his fantasies has yielded disastrous results that have frightened you terribly. You’ve had to tread very carefully not to set him off because his personality can flip at any moment. Claudin as the Phantom talks in an extremely gentle, husbandly manner to you and almost never raises his voice to anyone, which makes him even more chilling with the murders he commits.

“Is that any way to talk to the father of your children?”

“Children? What do you mean children? We have only one child.”

“No, my darling. We have many children.”

“My god, what have you done? Tell me, what have you done?!”

“Would you like to see our daughter? Would you like to see our Christine? Would you?”

“Yes!”

“My darling daughter, your mother has returned to us. Come, give her a kiss.” He’s kidnapped at least three children; a boy, a girl, and an infant. The girl resembles Christine when she was a child. Same colored hair hanging in ringlets, same eye color, same porcelain pale skin and red cheeks. He’s trying to recreate the family he wanted but could never have before Christine’s mother either left him or died. Oh, God.

3. Unbeknownst to either of you, you’re Christine DuBois’ twin sister and are both daughters of Erique Claudin. You were separated at birth after your father put you both up for adoption. Your mother was dead or otherwise gone, and Erique was clueless when it came to raising two girls. While Christine is an aspiring singer and sings in the chorus, you’re an aspiring ballerina and dance in the ensemble. Despite your respective talents, neither of you are given much opportunity to shine. You’re both kept to the background and overshadowed by the prima donna and prima ballerina. You both encounter Erique a few times in the foyer or on the stage or outside the Opera. He showed concern for Christine when he noticed she wasn’t on stage during the Act Three curtain call and asked if she was sick. Similarly, he does the same with you when he notices you’re missing from the stage. Why weren’t you there? Forgive him, but he’s been here so long that you - everybody and everything connected with the Opera is so much a part of his life. You weren’t ill, were you? You’re not in any trouble? Oh, it’s impertinent of him, he knows, but uh…

When Erique suffers an injury to his left hand that prevents him from the use of his fingers and negatively impacts his performance, he’s dismissed from the Paris Opera Orchestra. He no longer has the means to anonymously support either of you. Claudin has secretly spent all his fortune on yours and Christine's education, and he has no money left to go towards his forced retirement. He has to withdraw his financial support from both of you only for a little while, just until he can secure another position. But Signor Ferretti refuses to tutor Christine any further without proper compensation and your ballet instructor is the same. Why should either of them assume Claudin’s burden after he spent all his money on the two of you? The girls mean nothing to them.

But your careers mean more to Claudin than anything else. Neither you nor Christine can afford the lessons on your own. A month’s salary wouldn’t be enough to pay for one of your lessons. Desperate to provide for his darling daughters, he hopes to have his piano concerto published and receive a substantial advance for it. But a misunderstanding leads to Erique committing his first murder and getting his face burned by acid. This sets off a series of unfortunate events that turns him into the Opera Ghost. A man would do practically anything for the love of his daughters, even murder anyone who would get in the way of their careers.

He later tampers with Biancarolli's drink to make her fall asleep and unable to sing. Christine, her understudy, has to take her place on stage. Erique also sabotages the current prima ballerina by putting glass in her ballet shoes or otherwise breaking her feet/legs by creating a terrible accident on stage so that she cannot dance and you have to take her place. He’ll help both of you reach your full potential and you’ll become a great and famous ballerina, as Christine will become a great and famous singer. Biancarolli, who suspects that Garron and Christine are responsible for drugging her, orders Raoul to arrest them. The prima ballerina suspects you of causing her injury and orders your arrest as well. But Raoul says he cannot because there’s no evidence. Biancarolli and the prima ballerina both say they’ll forget the affair only if both you and Christine are replaced as understudies and your performances are not mentioned in the papers.

Both Biancarolli and the prima ballerina are later murdered, along with their maids. They’ve been strangled to death by the Phantom to make room for the unsuspecting Christine and you to take their places. He later kidnaps both of you and takes you down to his lair in the sewer tunnels, revealing that he’s your long-lost father and you’re sisters. Words cannot express how sorry he is for disappearing from your lives and not being able to watch you grow up. If he could’ve raised his daughters himself, he would’ve kept you both in a heartbeat. But he didn’t have the means to raise two girls alone, and needed to give both you and Christine your best chance. So with a heavy heart, he gave you both up to be adopted by other families when you were only a few months old. Now reunited, he wants all three of you to be together forever. A happy family, as you should be.

“You’ll stay here with me, my children, won’t you? It’s been so lonely without my girls but you’ve both come to me at last, haven’t you? Now, Christine, you’ll sing for me. Y/n, you’ll dance for me. I’ll play. We’ll be together forever. It’s beautiful down there. Beautiful. Come now, my little ones. There, you’re not frightened now, are you? You know I’ll not harm either of you, don’t you? How could I harm you? I’ve always helped you. Haven’t I?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, you’ve always helped us.”

“Of course I have. Biancarolli knows. The former prima ballerina knows. She wouldn’t let you sing. She wouldn’t let you dance. They didn’t know how much I love you. Now they know. But it doesn’t matter now. Nothing matters except us. Now you’ll sing and dance all you want, but only for me. You will, won’t you, my darling daughters?”

“Of course…Father.”

4. You were born into a wealthy and well-connected family. Your father took the family on a tour in Europe where you were introduced to an English-born Parisian hostess, with whom you bonded. She was a stimulating hostess who didn’t care for her appearance, and while her ideas didn’t always agree with those of her guests, she was incapable of boring anyone. Her behavior was exasperating and eccentric and she had little respect for upper-class women, whom she regarded generally as inconsequential. She generally rejected female company and spent her time with male intellectuals. She made an exception, however, in the case of your family and you in particular. She demonstrated that women could be equal to men, an idea that you hadn’t learnt from your mother.

You were respectful of your family's opposition to you working as a nurse, only announcing your decision to enter the field. Despite the anger and distress of your mother and sister, you rejected the expected role for a woman of your status to become a wife and mother. You worked hard to educate yourself in the art and science of nursing, in the face of opposition from your family and the restrictive social code for affluent young women. After being confronted by two potential suitors who demanded you choose between them, you chose neither and pursued your nursing career unhindered by marriage prospects. You’re now working at the Opera House, as a literal theatre nurse. You take care of the performers and other staff in cases of fainting spells, accidents, sickness, or injury. Unlike your predecessor, you’re young, beautiful, and sweet-natured.

You met Erique Claudin and knew him only as a violinist in the orchestra. You encountered him a few times in the foyer or on the stage or outside the opera, but that’s all. He seemed eccentric but harmless. But over time, you found yourself wanting to take care of him. You’d notice how he’d keep odd hours and would hardly eat anything. Why doesn’t he get himself something to eat before the opera instead of keeping himself up all hours? You notice he has the same soup night after night, week after week. The Opera House staff gossip, falsely believing that his overdue debts is caused by him being a miser, and they complain about it.

“What that man does with his money is none of our business. If he wants to hoard it and starve to death, that’s his affair. But we hear he hasn’t paid his landlord for six weeks, and that’s as long as they’re going to wait before they toss him out onto the street.”

“What if he hasn’t any money? Maybe if they’ll be patient only just a little longer…”

“He hasn’t any money? After working for the Paris Opera all these years? What nonsense! What does he expect to do with his money? Bury it with him? If he does, they’ll dig him up and steal it. If he thinks he’s going to add a few francs to his fortune at the expense of others, he’s very much mistaken.”

An artistic genius he may be, but he wasn’t well-learned in the arts of the kitchen. He didn't do much more than toast cheese over bread and add a slice of already cooked meat to it since he couldn’t afford much else. So you cook him better, more savory meals using whatever’s leftover in the restaurant and still fresh enough. There was a roast chicken in the pantry and a previously made broth you found on the stove, so you made do with what you had. You made him another soup, but one that was full of cooked meat and vegetables. Sitting beside it on a plate was a chicken sandwich. You were unsure if he even drank tea, but still made him a cup with sugar cubes and cream on the side in case he wanted to add either.

Erik devoured the whole thing in seconds. Quickly setting the bowl of soup aside, he picked up the sandwich and savored the taste of the chicken, bread and mustard as it all came together inside his mouth. When that was finished, he happily over-sugared his tea and drank it down, feeling contently full for the first time in years. You worried he’d get a stomach ache and make himself sick from eating so fast, but you’re glad he enjoyed it. It seems he doesn’t eat a great deal, and that worries you. He should be eating and sleeping well since he works so hard. He’s very grateful to you.

“You’ve been very kind, you’ve been very patient. You’ll be rewarded for it, I promise you! Now please leave me alone.”

After Erique suffers an injury to the fingers of his left hand, he can only play simple melodies perfectly. He goes to you for help and you examine him. While you may or may not be able to determine the cause, you offer to provide physical therapy sessions, free of charge. You know he can’t afford medicine, but maybe this’ll help him a great deal. Perhaps his injury is only temporary, perhaps it’ll get better, but the aim of the Paris Opera is perfection. It’s with a heavy heart that the managers have Erique dismissed from the Orchestra. He’s been with the Opera a long time - twenty years. You wish you could do more to help him. You’re happy to care for him and he’s happy to play music for you in return, to show you his progress following your physical therapy sessions. He never sought more than a casual acquaintance with you but you become friends and, despite your significant age gap, you fall in love.

But then he commits murder and acid is thrown in his face, driving him to go into hiding in the labyrinthine sewers of the Opera House and begin his reign of terror as the Phantom. In his desperation to protect you and repay you for your kindness and time spent devoted to helping him convalesce, Erique would do anything for you, even murder. He’s so desperate for love and friendship that he may even kidnap you. Fortune had smiled upon him the night that you came to the Opera House, and he had savored every moment he had shared with you. You were his loyal caregiver and companion, when so many others had cast him aside. You had cooked for him, talked to him, and even laughed with him whenever he managed to gather the courage to tease you about something. You even allowed him to snuggle close to you as you read - never before had he enjoyed reading so much as he did with you. How could he possibly let someone come and take that away from him now? His darling daughter, Christine, will never care for him in his old age, but maybe you can. In your years working as a nurse, you’ve probably seen lots of gruesome and grisly injuries such as gunshot wounds, infections, amputations, etc., so he hopes you wouldn’t faint or reject him upon seeing his disfigured face. Even if nothing can be done for the acid burns he’s suffered, he still dreams of spending the rest of his life with you by his side.

5. You succesfully bring to the present time Erique Claudin, a violinist from the 19th century, with a homemade time machine. In the split seconds between when Raoul fired his gun and the underground sewers were collapsing, you saved Erique’s life by sending him here before he could be crushed to death from the falling rocks. The underground tunnels are caved in, and nobody would ever try to move all that rubble to recover Erique’s body. He was presumed dead and Christine was rescued. In his time, only his mask and violin were left behind. You try your best to hide and protect him from exposure while he’s given a second chance at life. He may choose a different name or alias to go by. Modern medicine, technology, and makeup may help him either fix his face or acquire a mask that almost seamlessly blends into his skin more, covering his acid scars and giving off the illusion of a perfect face. His unique talent, behavior, and personality puts him in the spotlight, making it only a matter of time until he’s discovered and what you’ve done comes to light. Annoyed by the current primo uomo of the modern day Paris Opera House, a group of stagehands plot to scare him away and give his position to the young understudy with a shared identity - the Phantom of the Opera. Oh no.

[whoslaurapalmer]

and to complete the trio ! 🤍 beatrice 🎭✨🦇for 2, 5, 22, & 25 !!

!!!!!!!!!!!

2) favorite canon thing about this character?

tie between 'made dinner on the floor once' and 'wrote a novel-length letter to break up with a guy' and 'put on heels while eating an apple and making eyes at her boyfriend bc how is that not the coolest sexiest thing bea has ever done????????' and 'thought fishing was super boring but took her son fishing bc she loves him'

5) what's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

i very much wish i could say the heroine by unwoman bc it really is such a good bea song, like objectively i know this, but bc i first heard it on night vale and in one of the best episodes, one of my favorite episodes, i will forever associate it with kevin. i just do think very frequently about how it reminds me of kevin but it could be such a good bea song if it was not for kevin. ANYWAY. curses by the crane wives

22) if you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to this character? what's something you don't like?

oh! this one is the opposite! if i am reading bea! okay okay. ah..........i'm picky about people writing beatrice. i know it's because like.......we've had to build a lot of fanon in this fandom. bc there is so little we see of some characters. and bea is not actually one of them, we really get a lot of bea in memories, but we still don't get to see Beatrice. so we've still had to infer a lot and create a lot. and i know that i am responsible for some of it. and it becomes something very personal, writing these characters, bea especially. i'm, very picky about fanfic i read anyway bc characterization is the most important thing to me. i want to see a bea that is layered, that is joyful and sly and dramatic, but interpretations differ among us all about the, amount to which that is an act, the sort of act that she puts on at all, because she is an actress and we can't forget that, of the extent to which she might've...............been manipulative. that personally is where i draw a line bc i don't think she was. categorically manipulative? it's not the word that i think works the best for me when i think of bea, idk. i'm also plotting a fic where she Acts in a very specific way for a very specific purpose through the whole thing so i also have less of a leg to stand on here than i usually do. but i think there's no like, malicious intent in her manipulation. i think sometimes there could be a lack of.........a desperation in a young beatrice in fic. the nuance of vfd on her. or like.........showing the acting but not showing the cracks it's created, the cracks vfd has created. i am. looking forward to poking those cracks more, myself

25) what was your first impression of this character? how about now?

first impression: i was nine and reading the books as they came out and going 'oh this beatrice woman sounds FASCINATING i wonder if i will ever find out who she is. i wonder what happened with her and lemony.'

current impression, editing to point out that it is now twenty whole fucking years later: my babygirl my everything my angelface my beloved

[look-at-the-soul]

Look at the soul- Part 5 I run to you

Cillian Murphy x reader

Series Master list

🎭 These two are getting closer! I hope you like this story and if you do, your feedback is highly appreciated.

Thank you @heidimoreton once more for the moodboard you created for this story! 🥰 I wish you could know for real how much it means to me, you captured the essence perfectly and your theater input has been a great help!

And we get to meet a new character today too! Please note using the readers names, is as a thank you! For your constant support and encouragement to this or any other of my stories and it doesn’t reflect the reader/writer’s reality or background 💕 I’m just adapting their names to fit the storyline.

Song: I run to you by Lady A

Marianne adjusted her coat over her chest, the weather seemed to change a lot during the day, now it looked like the rain would start to fall at any minute.

“Hello Marianne!” Greeted the owner of the café leaning against the brick wall, she was finishing her cigarette.

“Hi Alex -I-know-your-name’s-not-Alex.” She joked, anticipating the usual reply the girl with rebel hair gave.

“Oh, damn you won my answer now I can’t use it.” Both girls laughed at the inside joke they started to share every time she visited the coffee shop. “Are you getting your usual?”

“Yeah, I’m just dropping my bag at the theater first, and then I’ll come back.”

“Perfect then, can’t wait to show you the new mugs with quotes I got, it was a great idea!”

Marianne smiled at her, they clearly spent a good amount of time chatting. “I’m sure you’ll have to order more.”

And with that she walked one more block, until she was in front of the theater, in an unusual turns of event, that venue ended up feeling so close to home, giving her the opportunity to learn new things, meet incredible people and do something she never imagined she would be doing, she now knew her spot, learned a bunch of things and terms she had never seen in her life, how to move on stage… Marianne kept staring at it for a few minutes until she reached the steps and noticed a couple of people waiting outside.

“Are you here for the auditions too?” A girl pulled her from her thoughts.

Marianne shook her head. “No, I already got a part.” She felt like saying she had the leading role was a bit presumptuous, it still felt surreal.

“Really? That’s so cool! This is the first audition I go to, took some time off, so I’m freaking about it.”

“I’m sure you’ll do it amazing, trust your talent.” She tried to help her ease her nerves, just like Cillian and everyone else had helped her. “I’m Marianne.”

“Lee.” The girl answered. “Thanks.”

“What role are you auditioning for?”

“One of the women, you know.” She added moving her fingers as the quote marks.

“You’ll get the role, I’m sure. Best of luck, even though I’m sure you don’t need any.”

Lee thanked her as Marianne walked into the theater, the door to the stage was closed so she walked through another way, stopping midway as she found a photo that caught her attention, one she hadn’t seen before.

“You’ll probably say you won and arrived earlier, but I’m sure I won this time.” Cillian joked about an inside joke they had of who arrived earlier to rehearsal and approached her. “How was school?”

And her face lit up. “Great! In one of my clases we already got a business case of a company with all the financial information, each week we’ll get different balances like the Cash Flow statement, revenue, expenses… to build a financial strategy that fits their needs better.”

“That’s amazing.” She talked about it as if he knew a shit about the meaning, but he smiled and asked more about her assignments. And he loved to learn more about her world.

“One of my Professors won the Economic Nobel Price a few years ago.” She stated, excitement oozing through every pore.

“That’s impressive, I’m sure you’ll make the most out every course.”

Cillian had invited her to see the auditions, he mentioned it was one of the greatest way to learn acting tricks and tips from each performance, so she was really excited and willing to do anything in the books to improve.

“You kept this a secret.” Marianne pointed at the photo hanging from the wall, with a younger Cillian.

He blushed and looked down, hiding his hands in the pockets of his jeans, too self conscious, avoiding his portrait staring back at them.

“You know, Heidi recommended me watching a few plays could help me… your performances are out of this world. Remarkable.” She didn’t want to overdo with the compliments, but his performances weren’t just completely different from one character to another, but also he seemed to be like a different person. “I’ve a lot to learn from you.”

He was truly an institution in theater, a great mentor to her, she was really grateful for all the time he was dedicating to help her improve.

“Thank you, it means a lot.” He looked at her, feeling so humble about her words.

But Marianne disliked uncomfortable silences and as she stared back at the photograph, one thing kept running in her mind…

“In this photo you look like you’re part of the movie Interview with a vampire.” She couldn’t stop the words flying out of her mouth.

And Cillian couldn’t stop the laugh that was produced from the deepest part of his soul.

“I can’t remember the last time I saw him laughing like that.” Heidi pointed out to Enda as the pair stepped into the theater.

Enda squinted his eyes while he cleaned his glasses with his shirt. “Yup, it’s been a while.”

“I’ve bad news… Laureen, I tried to talk to her about the leading role, but she was adamant to be in LATS* with the main role.”

The screenplay writer shook his head. “We got that role covered.”

“I tried to make her understand she would get a good role here and she could get back her leading role for the next play, but she said no.” Heidi looked between Enda and Cillian and Marianne, a few meters away.

“Most of the people from the previous play are staying right?”

“Yes, but we need to choose soon to complete the cast, so I booked all the castings already, we start in twenty.”

“My Adria.” Enda left all his worries behind as the pair walked towards them.

“Sorry I didn’t get the memo.” Marianne looked from Cillian to Enda, both dressed in striped tshirts and black jeans.

Heidi snorted.

“Are you teaching her about theater or how to tease like you?” Enda faked an insulted look and turned to Cillian.

“Man I didn’t say anything!”

As Heidi left them to organize the audition, Marianne asked if she could see the performances from one of the seats in the boxes.

Taking the opportunity that they were left alone, Cillian took the chance to speak with his friend about something that had been running in his mind.

“I need to ask you for a favor.”

“I don’t babysit.” Enda jumped to declare.

Cillian rolled his eyes. “It’s about the contract, I need you to switch Marianne’s salary with mine.”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Enda’s head snapped to look at his friend. “It’s the amount we’ve agreed for you.”

Crossing his arms in front of his chest, Cillian lowered his voice. “She has offers from Google and Amazon for her grades, what makes you think what you’re paying her is enough? It barely covers for expenses.”

“I can’t compete with companies like that, you know it.”

“All I’m saying is, if she gets a better offer and decides to take it, what will you do with her character? We’re weeks away from the big opening.” Cillian pondered.

Enda seemed stressed out with every second passing by. “Why?” Enda wanted to ask why was he willing to cut down his own salary over someone who wasn’t a professional actress. But he left those words hanging in the air.

Internally, Cillian was asking himself the same question.

“Because I want her in this play as much as you do. And you need to remember how you trusted me back then for a play nobody believed in years ago.”

***

“This is indescribable.” Marianne whispered watching the actors move across the stage as Cillian joined her in the box. “They’re so professionals.”

Her point of view was so refreshing, for him it was like rediscovering theater for the first time.

“Can’t wait till the cast is complete, to finally do a proper rehearsal, you’ll love it.” Cillian could already imagine the venue full of people, the lights off…

She took notes and asked him endless questions during the auditions, until they came down, ready to go to the café to keep working on her character. But Marianne stopped a few rows behind Enda, looking at the woman on stage.

“Do you know her?” Asked Cillian in a low voice.

“I just met her earlier today, but she was really nice… she seems to be more the type for the role of the waitress if you ask me.” That role was fundamental for Adria, since the character would be the one suggesting her to use her beauty to get the money she needs to help the prostitutes, and she would be also Adria’s confident.

“Why?”

“Because that role needs to reflect someone you can trust, someone who helps Adria to see the positive side when she’s struggling with her demons.”

Cillian stared silently at the woman on stage, reading the lines for one of the prostitutes complaining about not finding anything.

Trying to not disturb the process, he took a seat behind Enda, leaning against the row of seats in front of him. “Did you find the waitress already?”

Enda shook his head first, then let out a loud sigh, still taking notes about the on going audition.

“Why don’t you try her for the role? Maybe you’ll find your Rebeca.”

Turning around in his seat, Enda gave him a long look, then looked back at Marianne, who was making him a pleading sign with her hands.

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

Mumbling something to himself, Enda stopped the lecture and asked Lee to change her character. She immediately moved to gather the tray and empty glasses focused as the man leaning on the bar of the club complained about not getting Adria’s attention.

“Barry, Barry…” she shook her head dramatically, pretending to pour him a drink. “You don’t understand what a woman needs.”

“What does she wants then? I gave her a sapphire!”

“If I’ve to explain her… then Adria’s not the one for you.”

Later after finishing her shift a the bar, Rebeca rushed to Adria’s flat.

“Barry told me he gave you a gift.” She poured them the remaining of the bottle of wine, a luxury these days and accepted one of the sandwiches Adria prepared.

“Yes.” Adria sighed. “But why do I want that for? I gave it to the doctor who attended Rainbow, I didn’t have any money to help her, he told me he’d give it to his wife and he would pay Rainbow’s hospital bill.”

“God, she got a terrible beating.” Rebeca stated. “I don’t know how you do it… after all the troubles you’ve been through.”

“Someone once told me that no matter how much damage the world causes, you shouldn’t let your heart turn into stone.” Marianne murmured Adria’s words, most of the script now in the back of her mind, and watching it through Lee’s performance was a completely different turn.

Enda turned around in his seat, staring at Cillian with open eyes, a big smile on display. Standing up from his place in the front row, he rushed to the stairs on the side of the stage.

Cillian turned then, to look at Marianne, a wide smile reaching his eyes, “looks like we found Adria’s best friend. Well done.”

It was now Marianne’s turn to blush. Sometimes the intensity of his eyes was too much, so she decided to suggest a visit to their regular café to keep practicing her lines, tones, she had a lot of things to keep up, to learn…

“How are you enjoying Ireland?” Cillian asked as she took a sip of her coffee. “Have you done the beer tour yet?”

But she shook her head. “I mean, I’ve been to the factories and done the tour, but I skipped the tasting.”

Cillian leaned back as if he had been hit by a truck.

“You don’t drink?”

“Occasionally, yeah a glass of wine or a martini, but I don’t like beer.” She scrunched up her nose in a way that made Cillian laugh, but his good mood quickly changed as his phone interrupted their chat.

“’Lo?” Marianne saw his features tense suddenly, followed by a firm no. He walked then to the back of the café, to an empty spot, during a few minutes, Marianne decided to focus on the script and the notes she had been doing, but her eyes decided to do something different and she found herself sending quick glances at Cillian, the man who had been helping her build a confidence on stage she didn’t know she had, showing her how to articulate properly so the soul siting in the last row of the theater would be able to understand her dialogue… but that was just one side of him, the other part was a complete mystery.

I run from prejudice

I run from pessimists

“Sorry, you were saying?” He took his place in front of her one more time, thanking the boy who arrived to pick up their empty cups.

“Everything alright?”

But I run too late

I run my life

Or is it running me?

Run from my past

In an instant, his eyes screamed that no, things weren’t fine. And he found himself shaking his head, after taking a deep breath, Cillian intertwined his fingers over the table and decided to open a door he rarely held open for other people, he told her that his wife passed away a little over a year ago and how he had completely focused in his sons ever since, canceling several projects in the process, he talked about how his family didn’t think twice to help him with everything; school runs, food, everything they needed, sometimes even stepping on the line, making him feel useless, he talked about his sons and the things they liked to do and for a brief moment, his eyes seemed to sparkle.

This world keeps spinning faster

Into a new disaster, so I run to you

But then he mentioned Andrew wanted to go somewhere on a school night, that was the call he just got, and by saying no, he was automatically the worst parent of the year.

She now was able to understand the sadness she found occasionally in his eyes, rare moments like flashes, but she definitely had seen them there, in the surface.

“I’m really sorry.” She offered her sincere condolences and an apologetic look.

“The hardest part is… thinking am I doing it right? Am I educating them well? I’m torn between been too soft or too strict, there’s no point in the middle.”

And she listened as he expressed out loud for the first time his fears and doubts of being a good parent, of not being there enough for his kids, for dropping his career to focus on his family, he might even had been a bit rude to his sisters and mother at some point.

“I’m sure you’re doing it great, you probably worry more than you should, but that’s part of being a parent.” Marianne tried to comfort.

And when it all starts coming undone

Baby you’re the only one I run to

Cillian leaned his head against his palm, over the table and finally, looked at her.

By the look of his eyes, he didn’t believe her.

“If you give yourself to your kids the same way you’re giving it all into this play, I can assure you, you’re doing a good job.” She insisted. “And I think you should accept all the help you can get… you shouldn’t carry out all of it by yourself.”

Cillian realized then, that he never talked to anyone like this.

He stared at her, directly into her eyes. How did he end up talking to her about such an intimate thing like his grief? When did he open up his heart to her like that? To trust her with things he didn’t dare to say to anyone else?

“I can’t just break right in front of them.” He shuddered, used to the constant pressure now. “Like what will happen when my family stops helping? What the fuck am I supposed to feed them 24/7?”

“Cillian one day it will blow up. Right in your face.”

He sighed. “I just want to raise them right.”

“I’m sure they are good people, having you as the role to follow…”

Cillian gave her a sad smile. “All they say is yeah, whatever,” he imitated, “and then their noses are glued to their phones.”

“If you’ve been a good father, which I’m sure… sooner or later they’ll go back to you.”

Having someone tell him he was doing a good job was a balm to his heart, in a non cocky way, he was relieved to hear some positive words.

“Thank you for listening to my shit,” he now felt slightly embarrassed, “I feel a lot lighter now.”

He really did, she didn’t seem to be judging him despite his sudden outburst of parental panic, no, she helped him put his feet on the ground and focus on things that really mattered.

Placing her palm over his arm in a soothing motion, she wanted to give him back all the things he was helping her with, but this was different. Oblivious to her worries, Cillian stared at her hand still on his arm as he felt a comfort he didn’t found in anyone before, something ignited.

But when Marianne removed her hand, he had to stop himself from reaching out and place it back to where it was. Instead he saw her looking at the window, it had been enough of him, so he decided to change the topic. “Are you ready to do the lecture with the whole cast?”

“Ugh, don’t tell me or I’ll get nervous.”

Cillian chuckled, easing her nerves. “You’ve nothing to worry about, you’ll do it amazingly!”

“Ow stop flattering me, I’m just a rookie.”

“You’re learning everything at a surprisingly pace, trust me… now I’m going to tell you something that might help you bring to life Adria and take her to the next level.” He leaned forwards as if he would be sharing a secret.

Marianne mirrored his move.

“Take a look at photographs, magazines… anything that makes you think of Adria.” Cillian smiled when he saw the way she was processing his words. “Think of a mirror breaking, pearls, a lioness… that’s how I see her protecting the prostitutes just as they will later protect her back, quotes also can help you, the more visual you can make it, the better.”

“As some kind of collage?” Marianne asked enthusiastically, already seeing it in her mind. Cillian nodded. “I like it!”

“It might sound simple, but small things like that can help you get in the right mindset of your character, you’ll focus Adria better…” he encouraged her. “Actually, I can already see her already in the back of your mind, you just need to bring her to the front row.”

Surprised, Marianne leaned back, crossing her leg she asked; “do you think so?” A head tilt and holding his gaze and Cillian felt goosebumps running up and down his body.

“That,” Cillian snapped his fingers and then pointed one at her, “that’s Adria’s look.”

He knew it from the start, Marianne just needed a little push.

****

Next part

A/N: LATS= short version for Look at the soul ☺️ the title got long haha 😆 hope you enjoyed this part 🎭♥️

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Castaway Diva - Wrap Up Review

I'm not quite sure what it was, but something about Castaway Diva felt like something of a throw back to the K-drama golden age of the early 2010s. Perhaps it was the plot(s - there were a lot of them), perhaps it was the characters (who were both deeply traumatised and wonderfully carefree), perhaps it was the way it was a simply just very fun watch (as long as you didn't think about it too hard, once you started asking questions things got a little holey).

Overall I did have a good time watching this; I liked the characters, I enjoyed their different dynamics, I even liked some of the songs, which is not normally the case for me with musical dramas but Dream Us is now on a playlist and I've looked up a few of the other songs too. The story itself was a relatively fun ride too, although it did suffer from being, for lack of a better phrase, very over stuffed. Domestic abuse, identity theft, the politics of the Korean entertainment industry, a social re-intergration plotline, a love triangle, and more all jostled for screen time and dominance and there were definitely times when it felt like were two completely different dramas going on at once, ones which just happened to be sharing sets and a cast. That feeling only grew as the drama progressed, unfortunately, along with the suspicion that, because Castaway Diva couldn't decide on what it wanted to be, both major plotlines suffered as a result.

One thing I did really enjoy the whole way through was the cast. Park Eun Bin was as stunning as always (although for the first 2 episodes it did sometimes feel like she was trying to shake off the last vestiges of Extraordinary Attorney Woo); it was great to see Chae Jong Hyeop in a lead role again; and Hakyeon impressed a lot as the second male lead with an actual heart of gold. I also really enjoyed Kim Hyo Jin as Kim Ran Joo, it was my first time seeing her in any role and she definitely left a very positive impression, so positive that I'm planning to keep an eye on what she does next.

Equally impressive as the adults were Lee Re as young Mok Ha and Moon Woo Jin as young Ki Ho, both of whom put on such compelling performances that I almost wished we could have had a drama solely dedicated to their lives on the island. Their performances and plotline were some of the highlights of the entire show for me and perhaps therein lies the main problem: the first episode was so impactful but so different from everything that came after it that my mind kept drifting back to those first 60 minutes and wanting more, wanting it so much that the fact that there wasn't more felt like a genuine loss, the loss of a very different, much darker, much more serious drama-that-could-have-been.

TLDR Stats

🎧 Music: 7.5/10 - Dream Us is on repeat and the other songs weren't skipped.

🎭 Acting: 8.5/10 - They carried the many plots and they carried them well.

📑 Story: 7.0/10 - The writers should have picked one story to focus on instead of trying to shoehorn two very different it's into one drama. The bits we got of each drama were pretty good and would only have got better if the focus was solely on them.

👩‍⚖️ Overall: 7.5/10 - I enjoyed it while I was watching it but I doubt I'll be watching it again.

🙆‍♀️ Rec for: People who are looking for a relatively light, uncomplicated watch with highly enjoyable chemistry between characters although be warned the first episode is anything but light.

🙅‍♀️ Wreck for: People who like to ask the question "why?" when watching dramas.

[foxlin-fantasia]

🎭　What is Hanaka's role in the Tragic Play?

i was tagged by @miqomonkly ; ty! this was fun :3

i tag: @lark-mage, @followmyv0ice, @ahlis-xiv, & YOU ( if you wanna!! )

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quiz result : the desperate narrator.

this story is a cycle, and you're spinning around it like a hamster in a ball being tormented by a cat. you know how this story ends. after all, you've told it a thousand times. but you try to change it every time. you love the people in this story more than anything. so watching them fall victim to the narrative breaks you in a way you can't begin to describe. but all you can do is tell the story ─ their story ─ with tears in your eyes. you're prone to anxiety and feelings of helplessness. you have so much love in your heart, and for once you wish it would change something. it didn't. it doesn't. it won't. but you refuse to stop telling the story. and you refuse to stop loving the people in it. in this way, no one is stronger than you. you just wish being strong hurt less.

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( ngl, the thoughts i had from this made me feel like: )

( keep reading more for my nonsense lol )

🌸　aaa, this reads heavily as the lingering traits / feelings of her Azem and how her WoL journey has effected her. pls enjoy! ( i have just recently rly gotten comfortable working on Hanaka's Azem! i felt like i had to know a bit more about the world & Hana herself before giving it a real effort lol )

🌸　The ‘desperate narrator’ vibe is very accurate; i can see it in a particular scene I’ve been working on for writing stuffs! 

🌸　Hanaka and her Azem are linked, sharing memories between one another in my lore; they both experience various memories from the lives of one another when they sleep. It happens sporadically, and like most dreams, details become hazy once awake.

🌸　Despite experiencing the more pleasant or mundane parts Azem’s life sporadically in her dreams, Hanaka has a reoccurring nightmare that started in her youth: the night of fiery skies, where she would watch a familiar city burn down from a distance. Hanaka would fight everything to move from her stationary spot, to run, to help, to hide, but she could never change the dream… After all that happens in EW, she learns it was just a memory. ( glimpse of the final days from Azem’s perspective )

🌸　Experiencing her own tragedies on her journey has made Hanaka more emotional and she cries easily, an honest trait she has had since childhood. Now, it’s more like a nervous habit to cry. Her anxiety went off the charts during ShB and didn’t really stop until post-EW.

🌸　As the chosen of Hydaelyn, it only makes sense that her champion tie herself up in knots over the fate of the star. She has endless respect and love for her allies, and high hopes for all of the people of Etheirys, even after experiencing the trials of her journey and witnessing the mess that is humanity. Hanaka does wither at times. When beaten down and at her lowest, even she can fracture and break, yet she will always return to her role as hero with the knowing her loved ones are waiting for her and their adventures are still being written. 

🌸　Like the quiz result says: “so watching them fall victim to the narrative breaks you in a way you can't begin to describe… but you refuse to stop telling the story. and you refuse to stop loving the people in it.”

🌸　( who hurt you *gently touches photo of Hanaka* )

[creepyalienghost]

🎭the Jester🎭

He was the fool of the city. No really he was jester and played his part very well. Dyo Polonoi had spent his first 15 years trying to do well in his studies. He knew his history and writing by his mother. His father, who was a knight and taught him to always respect king, queen and the lords. He and his friends would often play jokes on each other and sing songs. One particular, a peasant named Simon would tell him about the weird practice his father, the was thing however dyo didn’t listen much and wasn’t allowed to interact with the lower class. Sometimes his mother would take him to places like the town show or the theater. He loved going to the theater most of all. The roles of the characters would intrigue him and fascinate him. At 6 years old he auditioned for his first play and got into theater. At 10, he was getting leads, and at 15 his friend told him he should be a court jester.

“Why not?” she had said. “The court jester would be the perfect fit for you. You’re smart, talented, funny and it’s a high role. Besides, it’s time to start thinking about how we’re going to live in the next few years.” She had paused a minute before speaking again. “Maybe if your lucky, you would stand by the king and queen one day.”

Dyo wasn’t foolish enough to believe he would ever be noticed by the king and queen but he did take some time to think over it. She was right about many things. Without his knight father he would be nothing but a poor peasant begging in the streets. And though his father wanted him to follow in his footsteps as a knight he didn’t want the same. He loved to perform and sing. Learned and play music and making people laugh. The audience was what makes him happy.

The very next day he started his journey. He learned more instruments to play as well wrote down lyrics. He started going to other jesters and watched them to do it better. He also closely watched politics and started to write down his jokes. After a couple of months he started to perform for the people. Telling jokes, singing and dancing. Once his father found out, he was against him being a jester at first. He wanted his only child to follow in his footsteps but came to accept it after a while but warned him it wasn’t an easy role. Dyo had no idea how right he would be.

For nearly six years he performed music, plays, tricks and told jokes to the locals. He even made his family laugh when his poor mother passed away, though his father didn’t like it then and didn’t all respect him. Most of his friends left him and others didn’t think of him as an official jester and tried to fight him. All the pain and hard work payed off though when Dyo got a visit from two of the king’s lords after his show. He stood up and bowed to them in respect. “My lords what can I help you with.”

“The king wishes to speak to you.” One of them had commanded.

“Yes, my lords.” he nodded and replied. “Let me just get my bag-“

“No time.” The other command and both grabbed his arms, nearly dragging him. They people around watched as the jester was taken away. Some had worried faced hoping for best for him. Others has smirks hoping to never see him again. Dyo even has his mind races and trying to think of where he fucked up so he could beg for mercy.

Once they were in the king and queen’s presence they force him on his knees even though there was no need. He immediately bowed to his king and queen. “My king, queen I apologize for my actions and words. I will pay for them with what you wish.” He lowered his head, hands shaking.

“At ease my Jester.” The king spoke, raising his hand in a stopping motion. Dyo looked up at them, wanting a response. “We heard of your performance and talent. And we wish to give you an opportunity to become a court jester. Our court jester.”

Dyo was beyond shock by the offer. So shocked he forgot how to speak for a good minute. “Y-yes!” He clears his throat. “Yes my king! I will honor this ofer and make you proud!”

The king and queen both smiled. “I sure hope so to.” The king spoke. “Wouldn’t want to fail like the last one did.” Dyo got a lump in his throat, hearing that but he only nodded. “For the time, you may stay in our sleeping quarters.” The king signaled to a servant to show him there so he could start preparations.

His room at his family’s home was nice one but this was 10 times as beautiful. It was grand and line in gold like lining. They had provided him a real bed, which he never had before. They also gave him his own desk to write is plays and such and a bookshelf filled with books of all range. Dyo was very much grateful for everything the king and queen has given him and really hope he would succeed in his offer of impressing them.

For the two weeks leading up to the party he mostly sat at his desk jotting down ideas of jokes or parts to a song. Writing, crossing out and writing a new idea. He did this for hours trying to create something the royal lords, queen and king would enjoy. This was the next level for him, he needed to make sure this was golden. He needed to make his king and queen proud as well as enjoy the upcoming night. Now only for his own life but because he was taught to respect them. They were the rulers of the land and their people. They take care of them. The only time he spent learning his favorite subjects and mapping out the castle. One night however, a few days before the party he was fetched by one of the kings, servants and brought to the throne room and only saw the king. “My king, you wish to speak to me?” Dyo asked as he stepped up a bit and bowed on his knees.

The king nodded. “I did.” He replied then sent the servant away. “I wanted to ask how you are adjusting to the castle, Dyo?”

“I am adjusting just fine, my king. Quite well in fact!” He replied to the king.

“That is wonderful to hear.” The king nodded and stood up and grabbed a good size box. His movements were gentle when doing so. Dyo stayed on his knees as the king approached him. “As you know the party is in a few days. You are required a uniform.” He stood directly in front of Dyo now. Dyo himself made sure to kneeling properly in position and payed close attention. “My servant will bring you that by tomorrow, however I wanted to gift you this by hand.” He lowered the box down to dyo, giving him permission to open it.

Dyo did so, opening the top of the box with both hands and found a beautiful white porcelain comedy mask inside. He’s eyes widen at it’s stunning beauty. “My king i-its beautiful!” He whispers is shock.

The king smiles. “It is. I agree.” He replied and took it out of the box. “I want you to wear it at all the gatherings and parties, that’s an order, dyo”

Dyo nodded. “Yes my king. I will do so.”

“Good.” The king smiled and placed the mask over Dyo’s face, gently tying the ribbon behind his head. He was careful not to get his hair caught in between the knot as he tied it well. Dyo was careful not to move for the king as he did so. “There we go.” The king spoke and handed Dyo a mirror to show what the king sees. The mask went well with the shape of his face and flow of his hair. He didn’t want to take his eyes away from the mask. He was never an ugly guy but the mask made him more… mysterious. All he could see was his green color eyes.

“If you do great at the party then you can keep it.” The king says from behind. Dyo can see his warm smile though the reflection.

Dyo nodded. “I won’t let you down, my king.”

He kept true to his word. When is was time for his main act he did something he hadn’t done yet. He told a story. His story but from the perspective of a fox. On the sad parts he sang songs to let the people listen to and perform little tricks to keep it interesting. The people in the court laughed at his jokes and clapped along the beat of his music and even got some to get up and dance. What was more important was he made the queen and king happy as well. Many times Dyo looked over and saw them joining the crowd clapping or laughing, even dancing in their thrones. Safe to say, this was a success.

He was right! The next day the king allowed him to be the official court jester. Dyo was excited. After all that hard work and dedication, he has made it. Even his father was proud of him. It seems that things were going smooth now and for a few years it was. Dyo would perform at parties and gatherings for the king and queen, he spent time spend by his kings side when discussing war on other kingdoms or on there travels on important events. He became the loyal jester to the king. The king’s favorite. However the good things certainly stop when the queen grew ill.

When dyo heard the news that day he went straight to the kings and queens side. In there room the king was beside his queen in bed. The poor queen looked to be suffering and Dyo wished she could take the sickness away from her and the pain away from his king. “My king…is there anything I can do to help? …where’s a doctor?” He ask approaching the kings side.

The king shook his head. “Hopefully there be here soon, my jester. However there’s nothing you can do.” He looks at his queen in tears.

Dyo never seen the king cry before. He was usually happy and relaxed, even around the peasants. This wasn’t fair for both of them, especially the queen. She was such a beautiful soul and kind to all, both humans and animals. She would often enter the forest to feed the dear and squirrels. She would teach children how to care for them and she would sing to the birds. A beautiful life could end real soon.

After some time the carriage arrived at the entrance to the castle and out stepped the doctor with his bag of tools. Dyo glances at the man from his window and recognized that face. That peasant, Simon had become a successful doctor. So successful that the king trusted and contacting him for the queen. Dyo hoped the doctor could help he watched the doctor met with one of the lords and followed them inside.

Later that night Dyo sat beside the fire place in the library. He was trying to distract his worried mind though art of fiction but he just couldn’t lose himself in the book like he usually can. Worried his queen, he sat the book down and, pitched the bridge of his nose, thinking. After a while there was the sounds of footsteps approaching, barely noticeable though the cracking of the fire. He looked up to see the doctor standing there.

“Good evening.” He gives a little bow tours the jester. “Pardon me but Arnt you Dyo Polonoi .“ he ask, curiously

“Yes, I am.” Dyo nodded. “Simon, right?”

The doctor nodded, sitting across from him. “Correct…. It’s good to see you…it’s just unfortunate that it’s under these circumstances.”

Dyo nodded in agreement. “Yea…I hope she’ll make it.

The doctor sat up and got a bit closer to the jester. “I understand you worry, I am worried for our queen as well…but I promise you Dyo, i will do my best to save her.”

“Thank you, Simon.” Dyo replied. “I just only hope it could be enough…I-it’s not that I don’t believe your work doctor, it’s just you never know with these things.”

“Do not worry, I understand.” The doctor said. “These practices are still vary new and all. B-but! I had cured many others before and I’m confident that I will cure our queen.”

“I Believe you, doctor” Dyo replied. “The king wouldn’t just get any doctor. He had research done on you and you were the best choice.” he added and stood up. “However If you excuse me. It’s getting quite late. I should be off to bed.” He said then headed to his room.

Over the course of the week, the citizens prayed for her Heath, Dyo hoped as he tried to keep the king happy and the doctor tried but in the end it was all for nothing. The poor queen passed though out the night. The king was crushed and the doctor considered himself a failure. Dyo was there for the king so he’ll have a shoulder to cry on and even tried to make the doctor feel better but nothing would work in this situation, making him feel like a failure. Keeping people happy was his job after all

The funeral was elegant. Her casket was a beautiful smooth wooden that only THR wealthy could afford. Her father flowers laid on top of the lid and around the casket. All of the citizens we’re there to honor her and cherish their memories of her life though their eyes. It was going well. The orchestra played her favorite song, the lords saluted her body and the king told a few of his favorite stories, though he couldn’t really finish one with out breaking down, which he he lead the king off to the side at once. Dyo watched as they lowered her casket in the ground, and a group of citizens began to burry her there as the rest of them stood in silence in respect. That’s when the mystery person arrived.

“Your majesty.” Said a voice from the back, making everyone look that way. The person was tall and was wrap in a sink like ribbon. It’s voice sounded safe and trustworthy. “I can help you.” It spoke as it approaches the king. “I can teach you to bring your queen back.”

“But how kind stranger?” The king replied, holding back. Tears. “She is gone.”

The stranger knelt down to the king in a bow. “Your highness, if you allow me to stay in your kingdom, I can teach you things you wouldn’t even believe. You can become a god and have your queen back.” He said. “All you have to do is trust me.”

The stranger sounded so sweet and kind that dyo wasn’t surprised when the king agreed. He even smiled and couldn’t wait to see his queen again. Though he didn’t believe in magic before now but the stranger was confident and made it hard not to believe in it. Dyo watched as the king and this kind stranger went off to talk and everyone else went home in high hopes. After all what could go wrong.

[beeejayy]

KAMI ALBARN MY BELOATHED. SHE'S BASICALLY AN OC FOR ME

🏳️‍🌈 a sexuality hc- bisexual, but more female leaning. If you asked her though she'd be disgusted and offended that you had to ask and not assume that she's straight.

🏳️‍⚧️ a gender hc- trans. She's TRANS AND TRANSPHOBIC!!!! she will DENY being trans, she got her operation on one of her travels she has scrubbed away anything of her previous identity and anything but she's also super judgy to anyone who did/does the same. When she and Spirit would fight she'd call him a girl and stuff. Not funn.

😇 a religion/ lack thereof- she doesn't care about that. In her worst moments she'd probably pray but that's about it.

🧸 a hc about their childhood- Kami had a baby sibling before she went to the academy. Her parents would only pay attention to the kid, Kami gets jealous easily.

👻 a hc about what scares them- her past. She really does want to stay missing and under everyone's radar.

🎶 a hc about music- she likes rap, or anything that's popular

👽 a hc about a weird quirk of theirs- she'll tap her nail quickly when she's thinking.

💤 a hc about their sleep- Kami likes to be against the wall in her sleep

🦾 a disability hc-uhh no I have none sorry

💝 a hc about their love language-sex, that's not a love language I know but Kami is bad with her words and she can't handle hold holding for long, she really can show her interest and love for people by sex

🫂 a friendship hc- L no friends

💔 an angsty hc- Kami didn't care about Maka, she envies her actually. The whole reason she wanted custody was to "win" the battle with spirit. That's it. Kami also has cut contact from everyone but spirit, she doesn't talk to him unless his calls while drunk or calls about maka and she usually hangs up immediately or ignores the call.

🪢a hc about their family- Kami's family are half supportive half not. They actually are the reason she liked traveling so much, they'd always vacation and go around the world. One day they stopped at Nevada and she felt so curious about the place that she didn't want to leave at the time, her parents left her there but let her stay in contact and such so she could still travel and pay for things.

📓 a hc about their hobbies- I guess her hobby wouuuld be traveling?? She likes to see the world, she has a genuine interest in it all.

👗 a hc about their clothes-she likes to dress nice!! She cares about her appearance A LOT, it's very important how people view her.

🔪 a hc related to fighting/violence- she can throw a punch!!! She can only put her all in one go though, anything after won't do much.

🌟 a hc about their desires/wishes- she wishes she never had maka and never married spirit. She also wishes she could be with a certain blonde ex weapon partner of hers.

🏅 a hc about what they're best at- lord death, in the anime at least always talks about how incredible she was, she CREATED a weapon technique. Honestly even if she is a shitty person she's a really good meister.

🍫 a hc about food- she hates tomatoes. This is based on a REALLY good fanfic I read once.

🎭 a hc about what they lie about- she lies about her identity and feelings.

❤️‍🔥 a romantic hc-she plays big game she wants to be DOMINANT she wants CONTROL in every relationship she has she tries to get it.

💄 an appearance hc- when she was younger, maka's age she looked EXACTLY like Maka. Now though, she does look like her own person just with Maka's big features.

🖕 a hc relating to anger- Kami can get angry fast at the littlest of things, she'll yell and shout. When she is angry but looks calm it's genuinely scary.

🐱 an animal related hc- she hates cats.

😭 a hc about the worst thing that happened to them- when she found out they were gonna have a baby it was the most she ever cried. She genuinely didn't want to be held down, her relationship with spirit was already strained then so a whole person that she may have had taken care of or to have looked up to her scared her.

😶 a random hc- Marie is THE most attractive person she's met

[blackjackkent]

Hector, obv.

Maple leaf / See-no-evil / Masks

And then Rakha, which I know is harder!

Green heart / Shooting star / Crayon

(OC Emoji Asks)

Wheeeee :D

Hector

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

I think Hector is a fan of spring. I suspect that winters in the monastery were probably a cold, depressing slog and that, especially when he was younger, it was always a huge relief to come out of it and see plants blooming again. (He's not super outdoorsy - or wasn't before the game adventures at least - but the monastery had a beautiful garden maintained by some of the monks that would blossom into a whole rainbow of colors in the spring.)

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

This feels like something of a standard answer for Hector at this point but he really doesn't like showing when he is scared - which is a lot of the time once he's out in the real world. He was raised for stoic self-discipline and self-sacrifice and is pretty hard on himself for the (numerous) times that the terrible shit he goes through in-game overwhelms that.

He's also not entirely proud of his late-game tendency to steal all the valuables from jerks in the city and wouldn't necessarily want that on his tombstone even if he Robin-hoods most of the money. XD

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

To a certain degree this ties into the previous question - Hec definitely feels more comfortable admitting his fears and lapses in emotional control with people he grows more comfortable with. He can also, frankly, be pretty scary to people who manage to properly piss him off (ref. his intimidation checks on people like Arfur and the lady at the kennels, off the top of my head), but it takes a lot to get him to that point.

The most obvious answer tho is that he shows a lot of himself (emotionally, though also physically I suppose) to Karlach that he doesn't show to anyone else. With her he feels safe in the full range of his emotions - fear, yes, but also a goofy humor and deeply romantic streak that really only comes out with her. <3

Rakha

💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

Wyll! XD

More generally speaking, Rakha is comforted by answers. She is almost always running at an informational deficit and it almost always makes her uncomfortable and frustrated, so anything that helps build up her picture of the situation around her will help ease that anxiety and make her feel calmer. And ultimately this is how she first started connecting with Wyll, because he is made it clear right from the beginning that he would answer any questions she had and help explain things that confused her.

And at this point now he doesn't even have to say anything bc deep down she feels comforted just knowing he's there.

🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

This is another one that might change as I get deeper into the game. But as of right now - the thing that compels her most (besides answers and violence) is the internal tranquility that she's experienced in fleeting doses from the guardian and Spaw and channeling the Weave with Gale. She's pretty much made it clear that that feels like a drug to her and the possibility of getting it influences her decisions tremendously. So I think her wish would be to have that all the time somehow.

🖍️ CRAYON - what advice would you give to them?

XD Whether Rakha would listen to me about anything is a tossup. But I would probably say something like - "You're not defined by your past. You can choose who you want to be now. Don't let go of your friends; they have qualities worth emulating."

At which point I think Rakha would just grunt and mutter "I know." And she does, really, but deep down she would appreciate being reminded. XD

[waitingformyfavoritesongs]

1 June 2023 Thursday 1:55 pmpt

If I was made to do something that is unnatural for a female to do, which I think I am 100% now, (green auto save 1:56 pmpt) then would it be possible for you to believe that a lot of things I did or failed to do, could have happended for same or similar reasons: being tricked? 1:57 pmpt the things that people condemn me for no matter what the result was, if there were at most only a few small scratches and small bruises or none at all? Bcz some people based on one reality would condemn, but some people in another reality might not if I am a specific special type of person? It’s hard for me to write ✍️ exactly what those realities are and all the options. I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ myself. (Weird hot searing pain making me confused 2:01 pmpt) they’re telling me I’m trash 🗑. But they’re giving me all these weird feelings that I didn’t always have. My guess Bcz I read the giver in elementary school 🏫 that someone close by I was made to have their feelings. So, like I wrote 2? Posts ago: source donor. 2:03 pmpt I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ if I was actually deprived of stuff: vitamins etc. but all I can remember is that my (green auto save thru keyboard ⌨️ 2:05 pmpt) pee was yellow for the longest time. And I’m not tall. In high school 🏫 b4 moving to blossom hill I think 💭 I have the memory of trying to do what the doctors 🥼 said: drink more water 💦. One day I did it all at once to play catch up 🆙. I got a tummy ache. Bcz my stomach was full of only water 💦. Weird now that I think about it. Hot butt pain 2:07 pmpt

2:21 pmpt I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ if my eczema was (hot searing butt pain 2:22 pmpt) a test for specific type of people. 2:23 pmpt tummy ache 😖!

2:25 pmpt I once was told I looked anorexic. So maybe 🤔 I was made to look 👀 like I have been malnourished? 2:25 pmpt

2:32 pmpt if you never had a major accident, head trauma, and were never abused and malnourished, would that be the perfect set up 🆙 to see your true nature ? 2:33 pmpt 2:34 pmpt but I guess it don’t matter. If all people are the same. Animals.

6:52 pmpt 6:53 pmpt the incubus/miñion thinks it is justified to sprinkle acid over my whole vagina a minute ago. I never attacked anyone with acid. 6:54 pmpt I was recalling what I wrote yesterday? And then they attacked me. That happens a lot. I will recall something I wrote or said and then like clockwork they attack. Which means they were probably making me recall it, so that I know the reason for the attack , without their verbal explanation 6:56 pmpt.

6:56 pmpt why was I even born? I wish I wasn’t. This torture is vicious. 6:57 pmpt heinous.

6:57 pmpt they like to sterilize the idea of their actions to justify it and give themselves a cleaner image. 6:58 pmpt it’s still torture. Makes me wish I was never born.

6:59 pmpt they always insult me calling me trash 🗑. 7 pmpt I think someone who enjoys torturing people (includes retaliation for thinking 💭 the worse in them and suspecting the worse in them after they showed a lot of enjoyment in torturing me and destroying my things when I have no money left and they already broke me depriving me of the ability to breathe 🧘🏻‍♀️ for long periods of time ... 7:01 pmpt and they have the same job title as the demon angels who made dugard’s repeated rape happen and probably many other girls and women..) I really don’t see how they could be better than me. 7:02 pmpt but whatever. I don’t know them. Only what they are capable of making happen. But that doesn’t seem to determine their self worth. Unless they are really good at living in denial. 7:03 pmpt in a lot it tv dramas 🎭 in the times I was growing up 🆙, people who had power no money to hire hitmen were as guilty as the people committing the crimes. 7:04 pmpt they seem to have the guts and stomach to witness it for years and let it happen and make it happen Bcz it is not happening to them. (Themselves 10:06 pmpt d*mn incubus miñion keeps changing my text) 7:05 pmpt

7:24 pmpt dugard’s kidnapping can probably also be categorized as s*x trafficking? And the p*lice 👮‍♂️ And the doctors 🥼 let him go to probably do it again. 7:26 pmpt so literally. This is one version of it, and the p*lice and doctors 🥼 being complicit. And demon angels. 7:28 pmpt

7:29 pmpt makes me think 💭 there are no decent humans in power. 7:29 pmpt

9:32 pmpt felt an attack on an organ in the upper right abdomen area. 9:33 pmpt

10:07 pmpt I think 💭 he burned my stomach again. And throat and ear 👂 10:07 pmpt 10:08 pmpt

10:18 pmpt my abdomen has been feeling uncomfortable since they attacked it more and revealed the soreness of 2 organs, the bruised feelings of another organ. They also stabbed another organ a lot b4 this. They wanted to make me feel very uncomfortable after I had thought 💭 it maybe wasn’t that bad. They are always like that. They love torture. They love s*xual torture. Of women and children 👶. They like slow tortured death ☠️. I think 💭 I am dead ☠️ inside. 10:22 pmpt

10:24 pmpt my abdomen has been feeling heavier and more uncomfortable now that they slashed it or whatever they did inside. They are attacking my spine now. My abdomen didn’t feel heavy b4 until they damaged it more. Feels like I’m carrying dead ☠️ weight I’m afraid. Adam Noah Levine lied 🤥 that he loved 🥰 me. If you saw all the weird stories he’s been putting up like behati holding Calvin Klein jeans 👖 upside down, to communicate to his fans, “don’t worry, the children 👶 are genetically behati’s, not mine, eve Though he changed the baby’s eye 👁 color to brown, which you can’t get with blue and green only, which are behati’s eye 👁 colors. The baby in pink with black hair who cries when the incubus’ music 🎶 gets turned off. He wanted me to think that’s gio, w/ brown eyes 👀 and to think she looks like me. So he’s a liar 🤥. He likes to add insult to injury and death ☠️. The makings of a trait of a nice guy. Not. 10:32 pmpt

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11:33 pmpt he had 3 fingers out for “ lil babies” 👶 picture

11:43 pmpt this was b4 the (autocorrect game end s 11:44 pmpt) sumner stroh stuff right? So he’s intentionally using that picture of behati to really mean dna 🧬 genes 🧬 jeans 👖 Bcz he’s screwing with other people so he has to indicate who the children’s 👶 mother is? Even though the babies 👶 literally come out of her.... ? Otherwise why jeans 👖 =. Genes 🧬? Of lil babies 👶 (he edited out his middle finger which was there sticking out when this was in the story. He hacked my pictures! Otherwise ,,,, would we have to assume surrogacy??????????!? Should we not assume already? Why point it out? No one questioned him. 11:48 pmpt he likes to mess with us!

12:20 am pt he has been editing my pictures and rearranging the pictures. I can see the middle finger from the photo app but it’s hard for me to see here. “lil babies” is dated June 23 2022 and the behati jeans 👖 June 26 2022. 12:22 am pt

1:52 am pt I wrote power AND money 💰, above. They keep changing it. They burned me a lot the past hour. It’s not fair. My arm is becoming red. 1:54 am pt

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1:55 1:56 am pt the mesh on the Nike baby 👶 shoes 👟 is reminding me of shoes 👟 I bought in 2010? And 2015. 1:57 am pt I went to Boston in may 2010. 1:57 am pt and New York. 1:58 am pt nothing matters anymore. He played games with my head. It seems that the world 🌎 I lived in wasn’t what I thought 💭 it was. It’s a lot scarier. And weirder. And everything seems.. topsy turvy upside down. 2 am pt 2:01 am pt. I guess burning 🔥 me to death ☠️ is a great way to let us know which personality is real. The one who will make us look horrible and then insult us fir how we look. 2:02 am pt after toying with us and our feelings. 2:03 am pt after tricking us and using us like puppets. 2:04 am pt

3:30 🕞 am pt incubus keeps on burning 🔥 my back and rib cage areas. I probably do have black lung 🫁 like he said in the making of Sunday morning music 🎶 video on Ryan dusick’s Instagram. I wish I was never born but they seemed to really want me born even though they knew I was going to be whatever I am. It’s apparent Bcz of my family’s names. I wish I was never born. They like to make babies 👶 born to be tortured Bcz they like to torture people. It’s probably their favorite hobby. 3:35 am pt some people wondered if people who get tattoos are masochists. Do masochists like to torture people? 3:36 am pt

3:56 am pt the guy I believe is the incubus miñion I think is ≈6 feet tall or taller. NASA backpack 🎒? Dark brown? Hair. White skin. Probably has an arrogant walk. 3:58 am patroon (4am pt room) to the right hand 🤚 side of my room. 3:59 am pt

4:24 am pt I wrote many posts ago about the story of Melissa cuen at the double tree hotel 🏨 on prom night talking with a New York accent for the first time and gushing the name “ADAM.” And then my attention or rather my ability to focus on what she was saying stopped 🛑. What if the incubus timing ⏱ of approaching her on prom night was strategically planned.... to be where a lot of teens were at once with access to beds 🛌. 🥺😵🤐😰 4:27 am pt

4:54 am pt I think 💭 they punished me with more lemon 🍋 juice 🧃. I can taste 👅 the sourness of it and my throat feels dryer. 4:55 am pt yuck. I felt pain inside. 4:56 am pt

10:04 am pt 10:05 Bcz my organs seem to be dying/being killed off, I guess that means incubus is REALLY incubus. That part isn’t a lie. I’m afraid. Probably closer to the original meaning of goat 🐐? In the dictionaries of early 80’s. 10:06 am pt if child m*lestaltion and rape really happened for a long time then I see a reason why women would hide away and find hobbies. (Acid throat pain 10:08 am pt) why does a fire 🔥 burn? 10:09 am pt this morning i woke up to an intense ray of sun 🌞 on my window 🪟 very early. Is this normal? I don’t think 💭 it is? I think 💭 they don’t like intelligent women. So they prefer them younger. 10:11 am pt Bcz my organs are dying, maybe 🤔 tht is the reason why I’m close but far from the incubus. Liza might really be mine then? But he doesn’t really want me. Could I be genetically the reincarnation of the first god? 10:14 am pt

4:40 pmpt they seemed to have deleted a line to correct a sentence they edited. Now they’re trying o make me forget the sentence. They want me and others to believe that they are giving out punishment to those who would have committed crimes. I think it speaks more to what they themselves enjoy doing if they are the ones actually doing it. How do we know ourselves when are brains 🧠 are being tampered with and controlled? 4:43 pmpt and tricked? And made addicted? . Sh*tty. 4:44 pmpt our brains 🧠. Tired 😴 4:45 ribs pain left back.

[softly--speaking]

Softly: Stinger Charm, do double damage at the cost of taking more soul to heal

Once: Safety Charm, when you get the shade back you gain soul

Twice: Rock Charm, Takes two hits to take damage, at the cost of lower damage output

None: Geo Charm, respawn with half the geo you had when you died (shade would hold the other half)

Cyrus: Pollen Charm, allows for a short term effect that makes enemies passive, damage will still take effect and it stops if attacked

Question for your Hollow Knight OC part II:

If they died and left a charm behind, what would it do?

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300!! Congrats!! So so stoked for you!

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Always look forward to your amazing writing!

Surprise! Surprise! You and @pedrohoe04 asked for the same Category 1 and 2, but different choice for the smutty feature, so I decided to combine both your asks into one 😁 Hope you enjoy~!

Please forgive any typos; wrote this in a day 😅

Pairing: Javier Peña x OFC | Javi x Querida

Disclaimer: Written in 2nd person narrative, you can safely assume our heroine and love/lust interest is a Latina, written by a Latina. Here's my philosophy on my writing, for further context.

Rating: Mature/Explicit 🔞

🚨Author chooses not to include warnings

Character Count: 5,000+

Heat Masterlist

Partners

You knew he was in a mood when he got home late last night and didn’t even try to get frisky.

Usually, no matter how late he comes in, he’ll brush his teeth, strip to his skivvies, and slide under the covers with you. Cuddle up close, spoon you, and start to nuzzle the back of your neck. His warm skin and enticing scent would stir you to wiggle your derrière against his crotch, and soon enough, you’d be fooling around. Maybe just a quickie, if not something prolonged and sensual that leaves you both breathing raggedly and properly spent in each other’s arms until you each doze off together.

But last night? He’d been deftly quiet, eased into bed, and had rolled onto his side with a long, drawn out exhale. And this morning? You’d woken up to him already dressed for work, looking brooding just before he realized you were awake and relaxed his features into a cool regard as he’d leaned over and kissed you on the forehead while murmuring, “Early meeting, querida. I’ll see you tonight.”

You’d frowned, but decided not to push him, so you’d nodded and watched him grab his things before heading out of the apartment.

Once noon rolled around, you decided to check in on him, so you called his cell phone to see if he wanted to meet at your coffee nook.

“—Can’t. Shit is a fucking mess around here. I don’t even know where to start and everyone just looks at me like fish in a tank, staring through the glass and waiting to be fed. I hate it. I’m not cut out for this boss shit—”

Javi ends up venting to you, and you sit at your sofa in the office and listen, hearing about all the latest political bullshit he had to deal with end of day yesterday that account for his detached vibe this morning. He was rarely one to vent, let alone while at work, so you know it’s a particularly aggravating set of circumstances for him. Especially when he hits you with a confession.

“—Sometimes I wish it was just back to how things were. Being out in the field, running leads myself, having a partner I could trust rather than being stuck on the sidelines but still taking the shit anyway. At least then, I knew what I was doing and it mattered,” he tells you in a sulky rumble, voice low and almost self-reproachful as he adds, “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you remark softly, before teasing, “Bet Steve would love to hear you singing his praises though.”

“Pfft, yeah, really. The fuckin’ hillbilly did come in clutch for me time and time again,” he acerbically quips, and you laugh a startled chortle at the deriding affection he has for the man. “Anyway, I gotta go. Thanks for calling—”

“Tonight? Meet me at your place instead,” you suddenly cut in, already formulating an idea. When he grunts curiously, you assure, “If you’re gonna work late, I’d rather you have a shorter drive home.”

“Oh, ok. I’ll see you tonight then,” he muses before saying goodbye.

By the time Javi looks up from his reviewing of dossiers at the end of the day, he sees his department’s workspace is virtually vacant. Stoddard is puttering around on his computer right outside of his office, though. So, he stifles his impulse to groan out loud in frustration at the ceiling of his office to instead stretch his back and wring his hands over his tired features before glancing at his watch. Deciding he’s had his fill of toiling away over the documents, he sets everything back into the corresponding folders and places them in the desk drawer before collecting his slate-gray blazer, shrugging it on, and grabbing the rest of his things to head out for the night.

Once he’s parked in his spot, he lets out a yawn before exiting his SUV and locking up. Your car is in the visitor’s spot, and he smiles, wondering if you’ll be in your pajamas with your laptop over your folded legs, typing furious away on some work, or reading one of those techy magazines Ellis and you exchange.

Javi heads up the elevator and down the hall to his door, suddenly feeling bone-tired by the stressing and fretting he’s been doing so many days in a row. He slips his key into the lock, opens the door, and breezes in, gaze sweeping the main space and finding you not curled up on the couch. The main room is quiet and comfortable, with only the lamplight on in the living room, and he can see down the hall that one of the side lamps is on in the bedroom.

“I’m home,” he calls out, in order not to startle you in case you’re indisposed.

“Be right out!” you shout back from the bedroom, so Javi locks up behind himself and divests of all his personal items, placing them on the credenza, before starting to loosen the knot of his necktie.

He can smell the savory aroma of the leftovers you’d reheated from dinner the night before, and smiles at the settled, warm feeling that wraps around him.

“Welcome home, partner.”

Pausing, Javi turns and looks over at you before balking.

There you are, standing in the warm glow of the lamplight, dressed up in an eerily reminiscent ensemble that he can’t quite place until you seat your hands at your hips and tuck your chin down to eye him over the aviators – hair swept up in a high and tight braid that falls behind your shoulders while your bangs are combed sideways to be tucked behind the shell of your right ear.

You had to dig into your closet for the perfect pieces to build up the outfit, and marveled that you could still fit in the ridiculously tight blue Levi’s that were sculpted to your legs while flaring out slightly at the ankles, and the light blue-and-white horizontal striped polo was a relic you think was from a tennis class you took wish Sasha once. The pièce de résistance, though, and what gave the outfit its punch was the cognac-colored motto leather jacket you’d gotten from one of your California excursions years ago. The entire ensemble was rounded out by the tan leather boots with the stacked heel, a pair of handcuffs clipped to their holder that you looped onto the leather belt cinched around your waist, and the deadpan look you give him.

“Wha…what is this?” Javi stammers, as he takes you in, hand idly rubbing at his jaw in wonder.

“Really? You can’t figure out what this is, Jav?” you drawl in your version of a rasp, albeit sultrily as you take the sunglasses off and wink at him before hooking them to hang folded in the unbuttoned collar of your polo.

And then it dawns on him. “Wait…Jesus fucking Christ—are you supposed to be Steve?!”

Smirking, you saunter over to him and cross your arms the musing way you’d seen his former partner do plenty of times. “You said you missed having a partner you could trust, so…” you trail off before leaning close and batting your lashes coquettishly at him. “Surprise!”

Javier is at a total loss for words. Truly. He just continues to stare wide-eyed at you, marveling at how uncanny yet totally made your own the entire look is, and feeling oddly perplexed that he finds you so attractive while roleplaying his friend and former partner.

“This is fucking weird,” he finally chuckles and wryly worries his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Is it?” you counter, smile sassy as you simper provocatively, “You’ve said plenty of times I’d make a good cop, so…let me take you for a ride, partner.”

With that, you step to him and lean up on your tippy toes to brush a kiss over his lips, hands falling to grip his belt cheekily.

It really shouldn’t turn him on this much that you’re roleplaying something so silly and that he would certainly deny to his last breath, but dammit if he isn’t sporting a semi when he deepens the kiss and you slink up flush against him.

Javi can’t deny how enticed he is when you break the kiss and bossily tow him along to the bedroom, ridiculously intrigued to see what you’re going to do.

Once you get to the foot of the bed, you decide to be a little mischievous by turning him around and making him assume the position as you drawl, “All right, spread ‘em. Gotta make sure you’re not wearing a wire on me…”

Javi sputters not to laugh, but can barely contain his mirth as you manhandle his blazer off to be discarded to the floor so you can fan your hands over him, groping and fondling your way down from his back, down his sides, crouching to feel up his ankles and all the way up his legs before slipping one hand around his waist and down his front while the other snakes up to pluck at the top buttons of his rumpled dress shirt. It’s only when the hand that ventures down to feel Javi up over his slate-gray slacks that his mirth morphs into something heady. His cock fills out completely against your hand as you rub over it before you brush a kiss to the back of his ear and hum, as if pleased.

“Take your belt off for me, Jav.”

Without an ounce of shame, Javi yanks at his belt and hurriedly unbuckles it for you, letting out a stuttered breath when your hands work to unbutton and tug his zipper down before caressing past the waistband to touch him over his cotton skivvies. Finding him straining against his underwear and enjoying how he huffs a charged little groan, clearly getting frazzled, you decide to palm his cock while using the other hand to pluck the rest of his buttons undone so you can glide your hand over his bare stomach up to his chest.

“Oh fuck,” he hitches as you lightly stroke him while circling your fingertips over one of his nipples teasingly before nipping at his earlobe. “S-Shit, preciosa—”

“None of that. I’m your partner right now, Peña, so you’ll address me as such, got it?” you hiss sensually and make your point by pinching his nipple simultaneously as you drag your thumb over the head of his clothed cock.

Javi blushes and hitches out, “Y-Yes, partner.”

Smiling against his shoulder, you suddenly paw your hands to his midriff, grazing your nails to skate sidelong before humming an approving sound. “Looks like you’re clean. But, there’s only one way to make sure,” you silkily drawl and walk your fingertips along his ribs before receding your touch completely. “Strip to your birthday suit for me, bud.”

He can’t help shiver and try to pass it off as a flustered scoff before straightening to glance heatedly over his shoulder at you. Even with the block heeled-boots, you only gained a couple of inches – tops – in height, and he still is much taller. Javi could easily shut this down as being too ridiculous and way too goofy for him to really be turned on by to let you keep going, but then he turns and tugs his necktie completely loose before discarding it in order to yank his dress shirt off, then toe his shoes off. When he shoves his pants all the way down and steps out of them to just be in his socks and boxer-briefs, you smile at him before pursing you lips at the garments, unspoken command of, ‘all of it’ that’s punctuated by your hands going to your hips again.

“C’mon…you’re not gonna keep all that on, are you?” he protests and quirks a defiant brow.

The way your eyes narrow have that deviant thrill zinging like quicksilver up in him before throbbing down into his cock.

“For now? Yeah, I am. Now be a good partner and trust me, or else the fun ends here,” you smoothly remark before plucking the clasp fastening the handcuffs into their holder on your belt. “And I would hate for that to happen, Jav. Not when all I wanna do is relieve your stress, like a good partner-in-crime would,” is your cool musing as you pull the handcuffs out and spin them around with your index finger.

Javi swallows and glances back at the bed, knowing his headboard isn’t set up for some kinky bondage stuff, when he finally spots the belt you looped around the shelf slat to jerry rig a way for the handcuff chain to be secured for his arms to be held over his head. Looking back at you, Javi yanks his socks off before taking his underwear off, surprising you when he clambers backwards onto the bed and stretches out for you.

Smiling, you follow him, prowling onto the bed like a minx that’s contemplating when to pounce. His cock twitches at the sight and strains against his lower belly while Javi dampens his lips and starts getting wound up with lewd anticipation. Enjoying how into this he is, you slink over him in order to straddle his thighs. Your eyes soften as you click your tongue for him to present his wrists, and he does so, allowing you to loop the handcuffs through your jerry rigged tension line before you clasp each cuff on.

Trying to play off his fidgeting as just him getting comfortable, Javi leers at you from your leather jacket-clad shoulders to the block heeled boots before cavalierly rumbling, “Those boots aren’t very practical for chasing suspects, partner.”

“Ah, that’s because you’ve never really seen me in action,” you remark amusedly as you make sure he’s nice and secure in his restraints before leaning down to brush your nose teasingly along his, purring, “What’s the safe word, amigo.”

“…Miami,” Javi decides smugly, puckish as you snicker and sit up to do your best impression of Steve considering something – twisting your lips and arching your brows as your eyes shift in a ‘hmm, yeah that ain’t bad’ way before you suddenly shift off of him to scoot to stand in front of the bed.

He watches you tug the sunglasses from your polo to be placed on the dresser before you shed your leather jacket and toss it over to the chair by the window. “You gonna trust me to make you feel good, Jav?” you ask conversationally as you turn back to gaze hungrily at him, before you tug your polo loose from the waistband of the jeans and pull it off.

Enticed by your impromptu striptease, Javi grouses, “Sure, why not.” When you fling your shirt to the chair and raise a chiding brow, he exhales and clinks the handcuffs together. “C’mon, you know I trust you, but if you leave me like this for long, I’m gonna have to pay you back,” is his saucy retort, eyeing the piece of lingerie over your bust that doesn’t look familiar. “Is that new?”

“Oh, this?” You showily palm your breasts in the thin white lace before cupping them naughtily. “Nah. I just haven’t wanted to wear it and have someone rip it,” you remark breezily before unbuckling your belt and yanking it loose from the loops in order to gather the strap and snap the leather together.

The crack makes Javi jolt a little. The look of ambivalent desire that etches his features is priceless as the lascivious thrill roses his cheeks. Confidently, you toss the belt onto the bed, as if it might be used later, and proceed to kick your boots off before you strip out of your tight jeans and reveal the bottom half of your lingerie.

Javi’s mouth waters at the flimsy white lace thong, especially when you slink back onto the bed and climb over his lap. He can see how the crotch of it is plastered to your wet seam, how damp the fabric is already—

“You know what’s so good about this little system I rigged here?” you query silkily as you rub your palms along his broad, muscled chest. When he grunts in question, you showily pluck at the belt the cuffs’ chain is fastened around. “I can flip you onto your knees, if I want,” is your alluring answer, eyes crinkling when Javi’s mouth drops open with wordless wonder. “And maybe I will. You look like you could use a couple of spanks.”

Fucking hell, Javi groans in his head, frazzled that arousal flickered tingling heat into his loins at the proposition. “Y-You’re not gonna be able to just flip me over, queri—”

Your eyes narrow warningly, and he squirms a little under you, which intrigues you, so you decide to drive him a little wild. “Oh, really? I can’t, you say?” is your growl as you lean down to flick the tip of your tongue along his left nipple. He hisses and arches at the contact, so you slip your palm under him and plant it at the small of his back as you tease the right nipple before sucking hard on the peaked nub. Just as Javi is about to really squirm, you wrap your free hand around his cock and squeeze lightly.

“Holy fuck,” he whimpers and tosses his head back before grinding his forehead into his right bicep.

“It’s all about momentum, Jav. Leveraging it with a pivot,” you remark musingly before purring, “Wanna see?”

Enthralled, Javi nods vigorously, and you smile as you slip your other hand to the back of his shoulder and pivot, shifting over with your advantage of being on top to roll him over before ambling around to angle his hips up and use your knees to guide his legs up under him while his bound wrists easily remain untangled, allowing him to grab the headboard shelf above his head.

Astounded, Javi peers at you over his shoulder and feels his dick throb at the sight of you sitting up on your knees and gazing at him in this submissive position.

“Still good, partner?” you check in, hands caressing reassuringly down his back and gripping his hips. “Because I gotta tell you: having you on your hands and knees like this? It’s quite a beautiful thing,” is your velvety murmur as you lean forward and plant a kiss between his shoulder blades. “Very hot.”

He lets out a charged exhale before muttering, “You better not have a strap-on you’re gonna whip out—”

“Hah, I don’t,” you assuage, and he relaxes a little, especially when you pet the back of his hair and caress the length of his side. “Maybe next time—”

“Yeah fuckin’ right,” he defies and tries to turn, but his wrists thwart him.

Snickering, you kiss his nape and pat his side. “Don’t get all grumpy on me now. Not when I was about to suggest something I think you might like,” is your seductive drawl before kissing a path down his spine to sit back on your haunches and wait for his permission. When he grunts for you to continue, you chime, “Ever had someone press up against you from behind and stroke you off?”

“N-No,” he stutters before clearing his throat and rumbling, “That sounds silly.”

“Does it?” you let your voice honey over as it drops into that smoky timbre you know stirs up his urges before brushing up behind him. You wedge your knees in between his and make him plant his weight more onto his hands since his legs are splayed farther apart. Javi grunts in surprise before he bites his lip when you wrap your arms around him and fist his cock. Nudging your head in a dominant gesture against his, you purr, “Still feel silly?”

Javi’s cock pulsing in your hand answers before he’s able to downplay, “Not really.”

“Hmm, well, maybe we need some glide,” you remark and surprise him by shifting up against him so you can caress your hand along his torso before presenting your palm to him. “Little help, please.”

It takes him a minute to realize what you’re asking, but then the raunchy delight clues him in, so Javi licks a swipe to slicken your palm with his saliva. Pleased, you then wrap it around his cock and jack him off like this, with the weight of you draped over his back, the press of your lacy-clad skin against his heated body driving that dark urge to unfurl from his gut. And with the sudden addition of your other hand toying with his heavy sac – fondling and cupping his warm spheres while you stroke his cock? Javi is lost for words as he closes his eyes and ruts into your hand while he white-knuckles his grip on the headboard’s inset shelf. He feels depraved, but really titillated to be like this – on all fours for you, and instead of feeling chauvinistic shame, he starts to revel in relinquishing power to you.

“You content to fuck my hand like this? Or would you like something else to fuck?” you tease softly into the back of his ear, delighting in the throaty groan he lets out when you grip him at his base.

“Dios mío misericordioso,” he croaks before collecting his wits to growl, “W-What do you h-have in mind?”

Smiling, you shift against him once again, surprising him by pressing your palm to ease him to lower his shoulders and adjust his lower back by planting his knees up. “Well, I’ve always wanted to try this,” you tell him sensually before he feels you recede from his back, then reach your hand between his legs and stroke his cock in a downward twist and flick of your wrist.

Javi moans and bows his head, lighting up with carnal depravity as you stroke him from the back, edging him to that deliriously tingling bliss of being pushed over the edge into raucous pleasure. But then, he ends up gasping harshly at the sudden sensation of your mouth suckling on the head of his cock when you guide it backwards with a firm hold of your hand to keep it from jutting back up towards his belly. “Holy fucking shit—!” he hoarsely stammers as you suck him from the back and stroke him into your warm, velvety mouth before letting his cock pop wetly free and strain up towards his belly again. He shudders and writhes, beyond overawed and now weeping pre-cum.

And when you lick and toy your mouth over his balls? Javi’s hands jerk to get apart, but are unable to from the cuffs clinking desperately as he grapples with something to do with his hands and settles for clutching at the shelf for dear life. And then your hand is around his cock again, stroking him while you fondle his aching sac with your devious tongue before suddenly suckling tenderly on one of them, then switching to the other.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck—gonna come, gonna come—” he’s harshly warning, hips impulsively rocking and feeling that cresting heat flare in his apex. His gasp catches in his chest when you suddenly abandon your ministrations and swat your hand over the curve of his ass. “Motherfucking hell!” Javi snarls out and writhes more from the shock of being edged and denied release than the spank. “Pinche mierda,” he exhales gutturally, trying to scrape his wits together.

He’s about to growl at you when he hears you spit into your hand just before you glide your slickened fingers over his tight ring of muscle teasingly. The sensation has his knees locking and his stomach flipping with anticipation, feeling light-headed from the aborted orgasm and needy for gratification.

“Don’t be cranky. Just wanted to get you real riled up for this,” you croon before checking in, “This ok? Need to use the safe word?”

“…No,” he growls and jerks his wrists in a testy show of defiance. “Want to fucking come,” is his lowly grouse as he bows his head to hide how fucking wrecked he feels.

“Is that a command?”

Your searing growl back is imperious, and Javi shudders at the tone before your hand abandons teasing his ass to instead swat it. He groans and blushes so hard he feels like the capillaries in his face are flaming with it.

“Hmm, did you like that?” you query lusciously, and when he doesn’t immediately respond, you spank him again, and he moans, arching his head in a clear indication he likes it. “Mmm, good boy,” is your sultry praise as you kiss his shoulder, and then murmur, “Such a good boy, in fact, that I’m so wet for you right now,” you pause when he exhales and tugs on the tension line, desperate to get his hands on you. “I want you inside me so bad, partner. Want to ache with you for days. To feel your cum drip out of me—”

“Cristo amado,” he exhales gruffly before begging, “Please, please—want it. Want you on my cock.”

Humming softly, you kiss the shell of his ear and shift to help him flip around onto his back, then straddle his lap and shower kisses over his flushed features as you coo, “You make me tingle, you know that? Just utterly amazed you’re mine—that you let me drive you wild. Eres mi hermoso rey, bebito.”

Javi lets out an airy groan and seeks more of your affection, so you kiss him passionately while you ruck your panties out of the way and undulate your hips over him in order to notch the head of his slick cock to part your drenched folds before catching at the dimpled entrance of your yearning cunt.

His arms flex, tendons standing out corded from the tension under his golden skin as you roll your hips and plunge his cock into your molten heat and break the kiss to mewl from the effort and stretch of his throbbing shaft punching up into you when he bucks up.

You ride Javi with primal abandon when you lean up and gaze with feral want down at his blown out, dark-brewed eyes and clenched jaw, going wild at the desperate need etched in his features. Getting yourself off is quick when your pussy has been throbbing for him since you got home, and with the gruff groans he’s letting slip from his tight jaw? Combined with how his arms keep instinctually trying to yank loose so he can loop them around you? It is effortlessly gratifying.

With a shout of his name, you come hard on his cock, flooding your climax over his crotch and mewling. You toss your head back and keep riding him, which makes for a shameless display that has Javi lit up with pleasure. The sight of your tits bouncing in the flimsy white lace, the squelching of your pussy getting pounded up into, and the feel of you rippling wantonly around him is Javi’s undoing, especially when you plant your hands on his chest and grind down on him in order to rub your clit against his pubic bone. You buckle from the force of this new orgasm just as Javi’s cock swells inside your cunt and erupts with his climax, jerking hard and filling you with his spend while he swears filthy praises.

Going lax, you fold over him and shakily pant, feeling seared through by the back-to-back orgasms. Javi is glowing under you when you sit up to gaze down at him. His features are flushed. Eyes glossy with sated lust, and smiling dopily up at you. It’s too precious for you not to kiss him lovingly and susurrate, “You feeling good?”

“Fuckin’ A, I am,” he husks dreamily, which earns a wry snicker from you as you nuzzle him affectionately.

“You were so good for me,” you lilt, kissing his cheek as you purr, “Such a good boy, partner.”

He lets out a relaxed exhale and just basks in the feeling.

Eventually, you climb off of him and get the key to the handcuffs you placed within reach on the nightstand, and free him from the cuffs before protectively checking to make sure they didn’t bruise or bother his wrists. As soon as his limbs are free, he wraps them around you and buries his face in your neck, grunting wordlessly as your scent comforts him into unabashedly curling up in your arms.

Once you’ve rubbed his back soothingly and let him come down from the high of being dominated, you nuzzle the top of his head and check in, “Was that too much, mi amor?”

He huffs sardonically. “That was wild. I don’t think I’ll be ever be able to look at Steve again without grinning,” he tells you sincerely, smile crooked when he purrs, “And there’s no way I’ll be able to explain why, chingona traviesa.”

You giggle, kissing his temple before affectionately brushing his hair back from his forehead. “Small price to pay, I say,” is your teasing quip before you kiss his lips. “And you were such a trooper. Didn’t even say ‘Miami’ once,” you remark and sling your leg over his hip in order to cuddle closer to him.

“Well, we’ll have to see if the same will be able to be said for you,” Javi remarks before rolling to pin you to the bed and puckishly guiding your arms over your head before he clasps your wrists in the cuffs.

You squeak in surprise and wriggle to sit up, but can’t, especially when he gets between your legs and yanks you by the backs of your knees down to be flat on your back on the bed. “Oh, c’mon!” you effervescently protest, pulse racing and arousal cloying in your core to honey your cunt over. Javi chuckles and guides your legs up and far apart, holding you open by your calves so he can watch his cum drip out of your puffy, drenched pussy. “Ja-Javi—”

“Mmm, come now. We’re partners, right?” he cuts in ruggedly and smirks when you worry your bottom lip between your teeth. “Partners trust each other, so…be a good girl for me now.”

Breathily, you nod, dampening your plush lips before susurrating, “You got it, partner.”

Pleased, Javi leans over and takes his time kissing you before he goes about disassembling you with pleasure in virtually the same ways you did to him.

Yep. You both are in unspoken agreement that this is one hell of a partnership. One you both are eager to keep strengthening in and out of bed – with and without handcuffs.

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Spanish-English Glossary:

Querida = Affectionate term for a female, akin to expressing one's want and desire

Preciosa = Gorgeous; precious

Dios mío misericordioso = Dear merciful God

Cristo amado = Christ beloved

Eres mi hermoso rey, bebito = You’re my king, baby boy

Mi amor = My love

Chingona traviesa = Wicked bad ass woman

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