#Rai livereads

[donnapeelereturns-blog]

January 31 Idk about the rest of you but I'm ready for 2/1. January was, as always an action packed, energy draining, thought provoking and world changing month & I mean WORLD CHANGING. Like I said last night, we will never be the same again after todays Eclipse events. The impossible is possible. The past is truly the past and will not be taken with us in any direction of time. The Sands of Time are being directed by the HIGHEST & MIGHTIEST of Heaven. This cannot ever be undone. The celestial events spoken of in Revelations are here. They may have been written by men but they were directed by a GOD that DOES exist and a GOD that has had salvation planned since before the dawn of time, in which the Witch's (Reptilian's) knowledge only goes TO the dawn of time. Love is all there is, all that's real, all that exists before time, during time, after time & after time is here. Stop the clocks. Rewind the hands on it. Take the batteries out. Take the clock off the wall. Ignore the phone for a few days unless it's an important issue. Watch the insides of your realities become timeless for they already are. They always were. Many of you started out today, knowing how it would resolve itself and it DID. BETTER than you envisioned or hoped for. That is you taking control of what you could and leaving the rest in Heaven's hand. We are loved, guided, blessed, and ready The New Gaia. I can't personally to see what happens this month. Welcome to February as we prepare for The Piscean Dream. #pisces #aquarius #heaven #thenewgaia #gaia #thesandsoftime #passion #thehighladyofloveandcompassion #6ofscrolls #theakashictarot #thewisdomofthehiddenrealms #romanceangels #doreenvirtue #collettebaronreid #sharonannetaylor #sharonanneklingler #oraclereadersofinstagram #tarotreadersofinstagram #psychicreading #energyreading #mediumsofinstagram #livereadings #thepisceandream #january #february #rai nbowsreadings

[margewrites]

Ever since I’ve read Mina V. Esguerra’s Fairy Tale Fail and heard about this community of romance authors in the Philippines, I’ve become so engrossed in #romanceclass. It didn’t help that the group were making a noise in various social media platforms because my curiosity just got the best of me. So after years of fangirling and being a silent reader, I decided to attend one of their events.

April Feels Day is the most awaited time of the year for #romanceclass. It is somewhat of an annual meet-up for the authors and their readers. Since it is my first time, I went with a friend who has more knowledge (than me) about this community.

That’s Claridge Gamboa or Adgie of Booknomnom on the left. Months before the event was announced, we already made a pact that we shouldn’t allow ourselves to miss this chance. So we really made ourselves available last April 30, 2017.

Venue – Urban Turf, UP Town Center

Urban Turf is located at the second floor of UP Town Center near Rodic’s and adjacent to DAISO. From UP, we walked up the footbridge that is connected to the mall’s entrance and crossed to the other building where Urban Turf is.

When we got there, the space was well-lit with magical blue lights and the tables were decorated with some artsy stuff like flowers that were made of crepe paper.

Book Browsing Table

Props for picture-taking

Artist Janus Aragones-Zate working on some watercolor art

That’s Mina V. Esguerra speaking before the live readings begin

Tara Frejas and Six delos Reyes – authors of Summer Crush

Books, Books, Books!

Feelings everywhere! ❤ There are also notes with “hugots” that were scattered on the shelves. If I were rich I’d buy all of these. They’re just so tempting…I can’t even. Huhu

Decorated book shelves

New Releases

Romance Books

Lovely Authors 

I regret that I didn’t get a chance to take a picture with other authors but here are my photos with Jay E. Tria, Tara Frejas, and Six de los Reyes respectively.

P.S. I’m currently reading their book titled Summer Crush.

Live Readings

As much as I’d love to take videos of all the live readings, my phone doesn’t have enough space anymore so here are the excerpts I took from three of my favorites! ❤

Keeping the Distance by Clarisse David

Performed by Migs Almendras and Gracielle So

#LiveReadings: Migs Almendras and Gracielle So – Keeping the Distance #aprilfeelsday2017 #romanceclass 😍#amreading

A post shared by Marge Serrano (@serranomarge) on Apr 30, 2017 at 7:46am PDT

Fake It ‘Till We Make It by Ana Tejano

Performed by Fred Lo and Vanya Castro

#LiveReadings: Fred Lo and Vanya Castro #aprilfeelsday2017 #romanceclass #amreading 😍

A post shared by Marge Serrano (@serranomarge) on Apr 30, 2017 at 7:53am PDT

Better at Weddings Than You by Mina V. Esguerra

Performed by Gio Gahol and Rachel Coates

#LiveReadings: Gio Gahol and Rachel Coates #aprilfeelsday2017 #romanceclass #amreading 💖

A post shared by Marge Serrano (@serranomarge) on Apr 30, 2017 at 8:03am PDT

Bonus: I have a picture with Migs Almendras, yay! ❤

How Was the Experience?

Honestly, April Feels Day 2017 exceeds expectations. I thought it would be some book club meeting with serious spoken word but since it’s romance that we’re talking about, the KILIG was evident. It was like fire fueled by passion that the venue started to heat up like a steam engine when the live readings began.

It is more than just meeting the authors who you only get to know through their writing. It’s more than meeting new people, it’s making connections and acquaintances. I loved how I came face-to-face with a bunch of geeky authors who are equally interesting. They were all romantic heroes who put a ray of sunshine in this world with their stories about love, friendship, and hope.

The event was superbly fun! I really wish I could be part of this community of authors, someday. Well, one can only dream. 🙂

Hooray for My First April Feels Day Experience! Ever since I've read Mina V. Esguerra's Fairy Tale Fail and heard about this community of romance authors in the Philippines, I've become so engrossed in 

[raigash]

ELLISSSSSS 😭😭😭😭😭

HE’S TRYING SO HARD TO QUIET DOWN AND CALM DOWN AND HE’S BEEN CRYING FOR SO LONG AND OH MY GOD BABY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I’M SO SORRY

It's no longer about a pixellated puppy following his character around the screen. 😭😭 you are so much more than what you’ve been made to believe sweetheart 😭

Something that has no purpose but to follow the real person around.

God as much as you know I love Alistair, I hate him so much for what he’s done to this poor, brilliant, kind soul 😭

Cosmetic

The sobbing is the kind that grips the entire body in tension and relief, each jerking movement pulling a wounded sound from deep in the chest at the centre of the ball of limbs. Ellis is in the corner of the bedroom, face and knees pressed into the wall, arms wrapped around his head to try and stifle the noise.

He’s been crying for so long, it’s no longer about the video game that set him off. It’s no longer about the unlockable pets and the description of ‘just decoration’. It’s no longer about a pixellated puppy following his character around the screen.

It’s not about the way he started watching the pet, bouncing, happy and cute. It’s not about the way he started to get irritated at its presence, busying his screen, doing nothing useful.

Ellis’s face is swollen and red, and he’s aching from being curled up so tightly. His shoulders are strained tight and his knees bent too hard, because he can’t bear to uncurl. Something about the tightness and the walls against him and the feeling of being small, so small and unobtrusive, is an instinct he can’t shake when he feels this way.

It’s not about the pet, it’s about the empathy, for a stupid, tiny little thing, a meaningless decoration, something that only exists to be nice to look at and vaguely entertaining.

Something that has no purpose but to follow the real person around.

Something that Ellis is, or was, or is, and will always be, on bad days like these.

It’s about Ellis looking at the thing on the screen and seeing himself in some cosmetic bonus prize.

And the way the - thing, the pet, looked so happy. So eager to follow Ellis’s character around, waiting at his heels when he stopped to do things.

And the way Ellis - the player character - never interacted with it, couldn’t even acknowledge it. Because it’s not a feature. It’s decoration.

Always eager for attention, always happy to follow, always good, such a good boy, and ignored. Abandoned, to try and scrape together a human life again, when moments like these happen almost weekly, and Ellis is a little ball in the corner of the room, sobbing, sobbing, sobbing, and longing for his Master.

[raigash]

HhhhhhHhHhHHhHhHhH THAT FIRST SENTENCE HIT ME LIKE A POUND OF BRICKS I DONT EVEN

hhhhhhHhhhhhh DONT SQUISH THE MARBLE

‘His soul is tucked safely in the space just below his collarbone.

He knows it likely won't remain there long.’ HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

FUCK YOU DANIEL YOU EVIL FUCKIN GIRAFFE

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNN

A Learning Experience (Gore tw)

A deafening pop, and the tilting of the jar were all the warning William got before his soul was unceremoniously dumped onto a table. His smoke curled around the marble-sized orb, the inner light flickering like a frantic heartbeat. Warm hands scooped him up, rolling his soul from palm to palm before cupping it. It made his heart skip a beat. “Rise and shine, William. It’s time for our first experiment. I need you to pull yourself together for me.”

The sickeningly sweet tone made William not want to listen in the slightest, so he remained still. But then one of the hands tightened, and William felt the glassy surface of his soul start to give, and frantically started trying to find his shape again. The smoke grew, pluming out and swirling as he willed himself into existence for the archangel who took him. By the time he’s done, he’s kneeling on the floor, the bruises from his initial struggle still fresh and his arm grasped firmly in Daniel’s hand. His soul is tucked safely in the space just below his collarbone.

He knows it likely won’t remain there long.

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[raigash]

HNNNNNNNN THE MEMORY JARS, HE FOUND THEM

OH GOD I AM AFRIAD

🥺🥺🥺

*Noah.* Oh my god that little snippet of scene touched my heart, and will be key in ripping it to shreds I’m sure

Oh my god

oh my god

Zuriel, baby 😭😭

‘What have I told you, Zuriel? Never let your opponent know they’ve hurt you. Silence. Even if you’re hurt.’ GO TO HELL YOU PITIFUL EXCUSE FOR A MENTOR 😤

The comparison between Noah, a mentor, a teacher, and the two bit excuse for a leader with ratty feathers, is just

Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

AND THEN ZURIEL KNEW NO MORE

Zuriel doesn’t know what to think when he finds the secret compartment in the wall. He’s even more confused when he finds the jar, and even more baffled when he sees the runes engraved on the side. What is this? 

Uncertainly, he removes the jar, running his fingers over the runes as he tries to decipher them. He’s never seen something like this before. When the door to the compartment slams closed, he yelps and jumps as the jar slips from his fingers. All he can do is watch in horror as the jar crashes to the ground and shatters, spilling a wispy blue smoke across the tile.

Oh, no. 

He freezes, watching the smoke spread around him, then gasps as it starts to climb up his leg. He beats his wings frantically as the smoke travels higher, but it doesn’t do much of anything to send it away from him. The smoke envelopes his face in a matter of seconds, and he crumples to the floor. 

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[raigash]

Hhhhhhhhhhh oh god whumperflies right out the gate

‘...the next thing he knew, he was being roped together and propped onto the coffee table like contemporary art. And Nick didn’t seem to be a fan of the movement’ god I fucking love this description I don’t even have anything else to say just hhhhhhhh yes

HhhhhhhhhHhhhhhhhhHhhhhh REMOVE KNIFE FROM THROATAL AREA

HHHHHHH HE’S TRYING TO HELP WHILE ALSO TRYING NOT TO DIE I JUST

I WISH I WAS MORE COHERENT BUT THE WHUMPERFLIES THEY’RE

THEY’RE JUST MAKING ME HHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhHhhHhHhhgg

Oh gosh I 👀👀👀 I NEED TO KNOW BUT I DONT BUT I DO BUT I AM AFRAID WHAT HAPPENED THAT TIME

😭😭😭😭😭😌😌😌😌😌😌 LOVE THAT ENDING

LOVE

THAT

ENDING

GOD I LOVE NICK AND HAYKO CONTENT IT MAKES ME GO B A N A N A S

ABSOLUTELY BONKERS

Detoxing

c.w. drug withdrawal symptoms, creepy whumper, noncon touching, torture as stress relief, stress position, knives, implication of stockholm syndrome

Tagging: @doveotions for Nick and Hayko stuff

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“How much longer do you plan on keeping me like this?” 

Nick shrugged lazily, slipping the tip of the knife between the rope and his skin. “You said you wanted me to quit, didn’t you?” If he jostled it just a bit more, it would sink into his neck and suddenly, Hayko would look a lot better hogtied if only he would be a little fucking quieter. 

It wasn’t like the pain noises had ever been a bother before but now, silence was preferred.

“That-”  

“Shut the fuck up.” 

He ordered it quietly, an edge to his voice that Hayko had never heard before but he wasn’t planning on contesting. There really had been no warning besides a ‘get over here’ and the next thing he knew, he was being roped together and propped onto the coffee table like contemporary art. And Nick didn’t seem to be a fan of the movement. 

Slowly, the tip tugged at his skin as he moved it along the curve of rope and Hayko hoped that withdrawal didn’t come with tremors too bad or that would mean bad news for his throat.

“You know, when you first told me I had a problem with using I didn’t pay it any mind…” Nick looked up at him, dark circles underlining fatigued eyes, “But aren’t you a smart one?” The knife retreated right before it sliced. 

Hayko’s throat bobbed in a swallow and soft sigh, unsure if that warranted an answer but knowing him, it was dangerous to assume. He gasped when Nick began tracing the flesh between his ribs. 

“Um, withdrawal is- is easier if you drink more water.” 

He scoffed, framing his jaw with his hand. “Is that right?”

“Yeah, if you-…”

“But I recall telling you to be quiet, love. I’d prefer you listening to me right now because I’m not sure how patient I’ll be with you today.” 

Hayko nodded quickly and bit the inside of his cheek, something close to self-punishment as the knife now moved to the carved initials that sat on his shoulder for over a year now. 

They hadn’t taunted him the past few weeks but the glimmer in Nick’s eyes hinted that he wanted to change that.

His eyes were fixed on the letters for a while before he chuckled, tracing the now raised scars where a mess of congealed blood and scratches used to be. N.S. Still perfectly preserved to this day like a bug in amber. “Really, if you wanted to be hurt less, I suggest you carve yourself up and finish the job because nobody’s ever leaving you alone. Not when you scar so nicely.” 

Hayko shivered as the pads of his fingers ran over the scars so slowly that he wanted to arch away and sink into the table, maybe follow the suggestion. 

“Christ, it’s a privilege I got to you first or you would be a very unhappy man.” 

That wasn’t even the worst of some of the shit he’d said but the irritability was obvious. Maybe it hadn’t been such a good decision to spring the idea after all with as little explanation as he’d given.

“When I told you to try quitting, I meant slowly,” he reasoned. “There’s a reason I didn’t say stop all at once.”

Nick listened, looking irritatingly bored. “So, I should start again.” 

“N-no, just that you should maybe, um-…” His breath hitched at the feeling of metal invading the scars again, forcing through healed skin and the memories underneath them and his eyes started to burn. “Try to maybe ease off a little at a time.”

The suggestion came out in a whisper but Nick hummed instantly in response. “A little at a time…” 

Hayko wasn’t sure if he was entirely conscious but his shoulders were starting to ache and the irritation the ropes would leave on his throat would be nasty to deal with. The feeling in his wrists had left a while ago too and pulsating numbness replaced it. 

“Why did you stop?” 

“You confuse me sometimes.”

“I mean why did you stop? I didn’t-… I mean it was-”

Nick smiled and grabbed his chin to turn it towards him. “I thought I could try something new for a change. Isn’t that why you suggested I stop?” 

In retrospect, he couldn’t remember why he had even given the suggestion. What did it bother him if the psychopath kept at his habits? But there was one particular end of that which did include him and it had to do with how he got under the influence.

“So I told myself that I’ll try and change. Just for you, baby.” 

It may have been a while since then but he still remembered. 

He remembered when he had spat blood in his face all those months ago and what had followed after that mistake. His body remembered. 

“You seem so ready to help me get through this too and if you’re willing to,” Nick fingers curled into his bicep and eased off, then tightened again like he was a fucking stress ball. “I’ll give it a shot.” 

No, this was for him and his survival. 

But something darker had been in the suggestion that Hayko couldn’t bring to admit and it made him sick just thinking about how for a split-second as he told Nick to quit, genuine concern had wavered in his voice. 

 …

[raigash]

God I want nothing more than to know exactly what preceded this. I would pay actual real live money for a prequel

He’s trying so h a r d 😭

The mercurial the world drifts in and out around him is 👌🏻 top tier

I would also pay real live money to see this from an alistair perspective. He sounds very concerned, through this lens

In reality I would just pay real live money for more Ellis, Morg. 💰

Whumptober 10

A voice wavers in and out of coherence. His fingers are stiff. Something is moving.

Surface tension holds him under. Master exists through the veil.

Ellis tries to open his eyes, and cannot find them.

“-ke up.”

He opens his mouth. Sounds cloud around him. “Mmmm…”

“-ling, you c-”

Pushing lips together, letting them go, breathe out. “Mmmah.” What comes next? “Ssss…”

“-‘s right, got-”

How to make that sharp sound? He skips forwards. “Er…rrr…”

Movement. Why won’t it stop? Everything is blurring.

“Mm…ssst…”

There! The T.

“M’st…rr.”

Did he do it?

The movement stops. Ellis is floating. “Oh…”

Things touch and leave. He smiles. He’s floating.

“-ay awake-”

He lets his head tilt. The colours slide.

Sharp pain. He cries out, and for a brief moment, hears the slur even in that sound.

“Stay awake,” Master repeats.

Order. Follow the order. Follow rules, be good, or people hurt, and hurt, and Ellis hurts, he hit his head on the door frame and Master –

“Mmmstr.”

Something is running down his back, and vanishing. Something follows.

Ellis sighs. “Mhhs…”

There’s more sound, louder.

“-llis!”

Ellis blinks. Everything goes dark. Slowly.

“Mm…s…”

Like the light at the end of the tunnel, driving in reverse, everything pulls away.