#Lerato

[siilvalta]

chapter 1 of escapism is now up!

read it here: https://escapism.ju.mp

enjoy <3!

[sweetlullabyebye]

lerato & antonia dreykov | black widow

[blackwomeneverything2]

@lerato_goodhair

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Lerato Bridget Pule

[mx-corvidae]

Recalling the Lost

Another piece I made back in 2020 or 2021 i think for The spirits event in Roho Mwitu!  Jengo has a moment of grieving and Lerato is by his side to give words of comfort.  Jengo belongs to Me Lerato belongs to Grim 

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[okaywavesentertainment]

Download Gospel Mixtape 2023 By Lerato Shadare & Afy Douglas

Versatile South African-born Germany-based gospel singer, Lerato Shadare finally joins Any Douglas in a gospel mixtape collections face-off. This compilation comprises five songs from her and five songs from minister Afy Douglas, and it is very important to note that the mixtape is not for sale but for the promotion of the kingdom of God. Find Tracklisting Below: 1. Saviour – Afy Douglas 2. Take…

[egolifontein]

Lerato Mthethwa (@ lerator_m)

[soulsxng]

"I, on the other hand--"

"Lera, we're not killing random people that we don't have to. Especially when you can lock them in or out of the city anyway, if they don't have a sigil. It'll be easier in the long run to--"

"--Capture them, than it would be to kill them, yes, yes, I'm aware of that. I would argue that the latter is more fun, though. Not to mention beneficial to me, personally..."

[playlists-in-fall]

-great songs that have less than 100,000 listens on spotify (as of 11/15/23)

not all of these songs are for everyone, but i highly recommend giving all of them a shot!

[numbers indicate the number of plays each song had when making the playlist]

again - matt elliot (51,025)

algo dulce (spanish version) - calimossa (42,525)

an diesem abend - klaus johann grobe (97,262)

bottom line - dom fera (57,772)

close your eyes - mom rock (32,813)

confetti - julia bhatt (8,665)

dancin' for the man - skatt bros (16,028)

deanna - time for three (29,174)

doomed to repeat - king of foxes (24,182)

drømmer om deg - evig ferie (13,869)

fighter - isák (41,635)

flinching (my side of things) - mom rock (61,245)

heater - mom rock (79,818)

high society - my kid brother (57,722)

hilat - isák (44,790)

hitchhiking - parrotfish (34,361)

hope fool - glob (2,625)

i iv v - don mccloskey (53,576)

it wouldn't be right - chasing jonah (55,296)

joy - time for three (90,112)

khan blues - otyken (97,620)

khuluma - somi, msaki (62,942)

kk - cacophony (87,573)

lehajtott fejjel - generál (21,739)

a little ache - lerato ma (1,252)

lucid dream - cosmic spice (98,932)

luxury of self destruction - ttrruuces (17,353)

phad thai - klossmajor (61,457)

порушка параня - ариэль (35,288)

r u happy now? - glob (3,242)

reap what you sow - matt elliot (53,762)

red rose - lorna (70,028)

sini - 9 grader nord (13,871)

spiegel song - the guggenheim grotto (28,787)

stay - parrotfish (6,540)

так всегда - источник (86,509)

tell me - cacophony (46,320)

til one of us stops lying - mom rock (69,418)

ubusuku - urban village (83,836)

vale of tears - jay clifford (71,512)

village - we are the night (42,578)

zugzwang - matt elliot (56,518)

økernsenteret - blomst (32,829)

[sansloii]

random drabble i wrote at 2am | @soulsxng

The steps that carry him to his husband are soft this morning, with the raven coming up behind Lerato slowly to give him a groggy, but loud enough “Good morning.” His arms lift to find their places wrapped around the other's waist and pull the ancient against his front as he steps forward. The embrace is gentle but secure, allowing Lerato the freedom to move if he so chose but still offering that… closeness that he's grown to crave. Joseph's chin comes to rest on an open shoulder and he takes to swaying with Lerato, moving side to side in rhythm with a softly hummed tune.

Lerato's hands, like clockwork, come to rest atop his arms.

Whenever he thinks on it — on his husband and their relationship — a deeper part of him finds it so… surreal. There will always be a small voice, at the back of his head , that will tell him that he's undeserving of this — of Lerato — or will fill his head with fears of the ancient being torn from him without warning. It's a terrible thought and one he's discussed , in part, with his husband before. To that point, he remembers what he and Lerato had discussed then.

He didn't like the notion of it… being “natural” to feel this way… to have the “gentle” reminder of what would be if they were they not together. It always made him feel as though he was asking for it to happen. There's no part of him that wants that — not even spoken in jest — and the very thought of it being a possibility…

…

…Perhaps, though, he clings fast to his husband now. That is why he treasures him and why he adores him so. Every soft smile and unspoken greeting, each moment sat in silence together and the gentle affections — gods, he loves this man.

Joseph lifts his chin from Lerato's shoulder, if only to press a kiss to it paired with a squeeze. That kiss is followed by another… and another… and another, with each one following the curve of his beloved's shoulder up to his neck. He can feel the Lerato's skin heat up beneath his lips, and he could see the tell-tale swirls and dustings of gold tinting the surface of his skin.

He can feel Lerato's head tipping to lean against his and — oh the way he just… sinks into the embrace is a better feeling than he can describe. It comes the moment he's pressed the final kiss to the junction of Lerato's neck and shoulder, and is followed by a soft laugh and an equally soft question. “What's gotten into you this morning?” Is what his husband asks, but it's in a way that… honestly doesn't need an answer, and the ajin provides little else save for a small nudge of his head against his husband's when it lifts. Lerato, in turn, responds by lifting a hand to his cheek. It doesn't take much coercing to have Joseph's head lift a little more and turn towards the ancient further. Lerato then cranes his own head back a bit and what Joseph had gifted him… he returned in kind.

The affections are mixed with words only shared between the two of them. A smile tugs at the corners of Joseph's lips as he then joins his husband in exchanging sweet nothings.

“My siojaa…”

“My one and only…”

[alphabetshipper]

I can't get over how soft Antonia and her handler were (I'm going to assume she's Lerato and actually is her handler coz that's the only other name I saw in the cast list 🙃😂)

But I'm lowkey headcanonning Lerato sneaking into Antonia's chamber and quietly whispering to her about how her day was, like about training and what they ate, who they saw, all the hot gossip about the other widows. Like she doesn't even know if Antonia can hear her when she's not activated, but she just talks to her anyway just in case

And after, when they're no longer brainwashed, they move to a cabin in the middle of nowhere and Lerato is the one that goes into town to buy supplies and every time she comes back she and Antonia will find a quite place (sometimes it's a closet, sometimes they're on the porch) and Lerato will just talk about what she heard in town, who she saw, all the messy breakups and makeups basically the hot gossip of a small town in the middle of nowhere and it makes Antonia warm and gooey inside coz she remembers how Lerato did that before and it doesn't hurt as much coz now Lerato can freely hold her hand as they talk, or she can lay on Lerator's lap and have Lerato play with her hair as she's talking and slowly but surely Antonia gets comfortable enough to just fall asleep to the sound of Lerato's voice and not wake up ready to fight coz she's safe, she's happy, she's actually loved not for what she can do but just because she's herself

And then slowly Antonia starts going into town too. She stays in the car even though she really want to go out for the first few times and feels like she's being weak about it but Lerato us a gem and makes sure that Antonia knows she's anything but weak. They keep going together until Antonia builds up the courage to get out the car too. She follow Lerato all around the store, afraid to touch anything. People greet Lerato and everyone keeps making the "so this is her" comment and Antonia keeps glancing at Lerato each time they say this and each and every time Lerato is beaming with pride and goes "it sure is" and then a grandmother type does the grandmother type thing where she looks at Antonia and is like "you're a very pretty girl" and Antonia is confused as hell but also she's feeling kind of gooey. Lerato hard agrees with the grandma type.

The first time Antonia goes out shopping on her own she think she's having a panic attack in the meat section but the grandma type comes by and helps her through it and then takes her around the shop chatting all the while about her kids and grandkids and all her cats (Antonia gets invited for tea).

(oh no, am I about to write a fan fic about these two slowly learning to be soft human beings? Why'd I do this to myself 😭☠️)

[cocained]

open  to:  f/m/nb

"have you ever lied to me?"

[siilvalta]

chapter 3 of escapism is now up!

read it here: https://escapism.ju.mp

enjoy <3!

[desiderxta]

|| @outworldxwasomi || CLOSED STARTER

It’s hot. It’s been smoldering hot since summer rolled in and soaked the realm in sunny heat.Kali is fortunate enough to be shaded in a grand palace with a number of servants standing at attention to serve her every whim. However, she was also unforunate enough to be carrying a child who oddly seemed hellbent on making her entire existence one of uncomfortable suffering. And what’s worse her husband’s attention was everywhere except with her. 

She was lonely, bored and so dreadfully full of heat...and not just from the heatwave. 

Where was her darling husband when she needed him?

As if the very universe had heard her prayers, the large oak doors to her room pull open and the Emperor strolls in. Her servants rush to show their respect she remains where she is: lounged on a deep red sofa with her feet angled up by a matching chair nearby. 

❝ Hello, darling. ❞ She greets him with a gentle sigh.  ❝ I would rise to greet you but your baby will punish me for the movement with a wave of nausea. ❞

[blackwomeneverything2]

@lerato_goodhair

🇿🇦

Lerato Bridget Pule

[sansloii]

@soulsxng

You know what's a love language that gets me everytime I see it between two people? Gaze. Even though one is looking at the other with heart eyes in front of everyone, it seems like such a private moment that we just happened to witness, but weren't meant to. Most of the times, even the one they are looking at is not meant to see they are being looked at with so much love and admiration. The loving gaze doesn't have a purpose. More than being a conversation with one's lover, it's a conversation with oneself - one where you smile and admit to yourself: "I am gone for this person, aren't I?"

[egolifontein]

Lerato Mthethwa (@ lerator_m)