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mooncleaver · 2 years ago

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My Queen, My Sun and My Sea

talokan once had a queen. one who loved her people with all her heart—with the same heart she had given to her k'uk'ulkan for what felt like millennia ago. but they lost her to the hands of the enemy; it was a tragic tale painted on the walls of the king's mural, the pain searing itself onto his heart uninvited. he rules now with a darkened hole in his chest, fueled by the loss of his true love and a force to protect his people even more. after all, only the most broken people can be great leaders.

pairing: namor x fem!talokan!reader

warnings: bpwf spoilers!! death (i was lowkey evil for that), colonizers, inaccurate translations, nawt very proofread lol

El Niño Sin Amor.

That was a name that echoed deep inside Shuri's head, its bitter aftertaste lingering still; a piece of Namor that she'd just uncovered.

He was an enigma; a powerful being who rose from the sea, unannounced with his presence but has always been there, deep in the waters where he and his kingdom have flourished in the city of Talokan. He had just finished recounting about his and his people's origins, how the colonizers brought a disease that left his ancestors to drink a concoction from a vibranium-infused plant found in an underwater cave to save themselves, turning them into water-breathing individuals; the Talokanil.

She turned to Namor with many questions unanswered, only to see him staring at something with a look akin to pain and longing on one of the surfaces on his murals, caressing the painting with a gentleness she had yet to seen from the god.

She shifted to the side quietly, trying to see what he was gazing at. When Namor bowed his head, Shuri saw a painting of a woman beside his serpent, posing regally with what looked like a staff in her hand.

She wore a beautiful jade and gold headpiece, green and brown feathers lining the outer layer, fading in its design as if the light was shining on them. It towered atop her figure, framing her perfectly like she was always meant to be there. She was adorned in jewelry, from the large, circular green jade plugs that hung from her ears to the tessellated necklace that she wore—a striking amalgamation of gleaming silver beads, plated viridescent tiles to carved gold pendants and everything that complemented her beauty. The woman had a tan clothe wrapped around her body, washes of terracotta and hues of sage and cream woven in stripes on the fabric. She was covered in jewels—just like Namor.

One thing for sure, she must have been of royalty in Talokan. Or a goddess, perhaps. The corks in Shuri's head turned as she tried to figure out where the woman in the mural fit in Namor's story.

"Who is that?" Her question seemed to break him out of his reverie. She could see the way his body tensed at her question, and whether it was because she cut him out of his thoughts of because of what she asked, she didn't know.

It took a quiet moment before Namor answered, looking in deep contemplation with his eyebrows furrowed deeply and his eyes growing darker. The next thing he uttered was so full of emotion that it flooded through the sentence, his voice sounding thicker than blood.

"Leti' ka'ach in reina. My queen. In k'iino' ka, in k'áak'náabo'."

(She was my queen. My sun and my sea.)

For a second her words refused to make it out of her mouth. The Wakandan princess' mind didn't wonder to Namor having a queen.

The Namor now wasn't like the Namor she had met in the shores of her land with her mother. The Namor now felt like a broken man who would go the farthest lengths to protect his people. With every counting second of being in this underwater cave, Shuri seemed to discover more and more about the man, slowly laying bare the walls he had built around himself.

"Is she-"

"She was.. she was killed by surface dwellers." The god cut off, as if he couldn't bear to hear the words coming out from someone else's lips. He closed his eyes for a moment and Shuri felt the sea grow quiet for a split second. It was like it remembered their lost queen.

He took a deep breathe before speaking out and if one were to listen closely, they could hear the slight shakiness in his voice, like talking about this particular incident tore his wounds open again. "Years ago the surface dwellers tried to find Talokan. They were told of an underwater city filled with glittering gold and diamonds, with a palace of precious metals whose value exceeds all else."

"They are greedy, always taking and taking what is not theirs—beasts who ravage land with no mind of its consequences. She was there where the land met the waters along with the young ones, and those monsters crossed paths with them." Namor shook his head, disdain present in the way he moved his body and his words.

"The first thing they did they raised their weapons, pointing it at her when all she did was offer them her hands. She tried to speak to them, to negotiate with peace and kindness. But they are blinded with hatred." He spat that word out and Shuri almost flinched at his tone.

"With no mercy they killed her and the children. They took their lives as if it was nothing to them."

"When I emerged to the surface.. she was already dying."

One of your handmaids had been the one to inform him of the situation, barging into his mural room right when he got back from a trip with a growing panic in her eyes as she screamed in anguish, 'Le reina! Le reina!'

"I turned to those murderers and treated them with how they treated my wife and the children; I killed them with no mercy."

The feathered serpent god will never forget the possessing rage he felt when he saw what those killers did to his wife. Without a single doubt in his movements he flew towards them like a strike of lightning and sliced their heads off before they could even scream.

Something that would always haunt his dreams was seeing his beloved die in his arms, unable to do anything, running out of time.

Sometimes, if the K'uk'ulkan thought too much about it, he could still feel the way he held you in his arms, the jarring coldness of your body that surged across his skin like a bloodthirsty frostbite.

Your hair fell in a pool beneath your head, encrusted with blood that he didn't know where it came from. There was too much, too much of it that slithered around your body. With trembling hands he supported the back of your neck, bringing your face closer as he cradled your cheeks in his palms.

"Ma', ma', in puksi'ik'al.. jaap wicho'ob, láayli' ma' jach a súutuko'," he pleaded, heart racing a thousand beats at your weakened state. His fingers stroked your temples, tracing the skin from your eyebrows to the high point of your cheek and you swore you would forever savor the feel of his skin on yours.

(No, no, my heart.. open your eyes, it's not your time yet,)

"It's al-..right, in amado." You choked out, holding the hand that held your face and leaning onto his palms with whatever energy you had left in you. It was getting harder to open your eyes or even speak, the hole in your chest rampaging your body like an unquenched beast.

"In ku. Let go, K'ukulkan. Ts'o'ok in meentik le ba'ax táan des-.. destinado in beetik waye'.. je'el u páajtal in je'elel bejla'e'.."

(They call me. I've done what I was meant to do here.. I can rest now..)

He ignored your terrifying acceptance and gently quieted you, pressing his lips onto your forehead in deep fervor. "Save you words, in yaakunaj-"

Namor's heart threatened to jump right out of his chest when he felt your hand go slightly limp, desperately taking it above the crook of his neck, right where the ends of his jaw met his ears. The king held onto you so tightly, trying to keep you grounded with him in the world of the living as if the warmth of his body would spread life to your decaying one. He saw you smile peacefully, like his touch rejuvenated you for a single beat, slowly yet surely stroking the tip of his pointed ears as you've always done whenever you had the chance to. It was a small act of affection that Namor fell weak to, and he couldn't contain the abrupt cry that fell from his lips at the familiar gesture.

"K'a'as a puksi'ik'al yéetel a-.. a yaakunaj, in ajawo'," but even then your stubborn and insistent nature persevered. You spoke with only him and your love for him in mind, silently telling him that this will not be the end. That despite after all this when you will no longer be there to tell him just how beloved and brave he is, he should still remember what he had learned—what he had taught you. You hoped that it would keep him grounded and true, still fierce but with compassion and empathy.

(Remember your heart and your love, my king,)

"In.. yaakunech," and you let our your final breathe, the light in your eyes no longer shining as you stared up into nothing. At the least you looked content to pass to the afterlife in your husbands arms, a gentle lift on the corner of your lips to signify that you've moved on. But along with your departure you tore apart of Namor that he didn't think could ever be replaced—left him with a half-ripped heart and as a shell of the man he once was.

(I love you)

Now, kneeling on the prickling pearly sand tainted with weeping carmine, he was not a god. He was not the king of a powerful underwater nation, he was not a lethal mutant, a hero, a villain, or a protector. No, he was just a man. A man whose heart had been punctured with a hole in the shape of his beloved.

He screamed at the world with the voice of someone who had just lost everything, scorning the surface dwellers with a burning pit of anger and vengeance in his blackened heart. It echoed around the area, bleeding onto every rock, every blade of grass and every tree with his promise of death. The sea grew restless, mirroring the raging currents in his soul.

Namor choked a cry, closing your eyes as his hands shook with grief and pain, body threatening to collapse under his heartbreak. He brought your face closer to his, resting his forehead against yours while he scrunched his eyes closed, disbelieving and mourning of the loss of his beloved. Because no matter how much he begged, how much he cried for you, you would never come back to him, never blessing him with that delicate smile on your face again. The god stayed there for what felt like hours and days, whispering sweet goodbyes, harrowing sobs and promises to avenge you.

When he carried your cold body to Talokan, the people could only stare in shock and despair over the loss of their darling queen. In their eyes you were one of the most powerful people in the kingdom, not just because of your position, but because of your compassion and your love—something that knew no bounds.

It was a painful and gut-wrenching experience, to bury his own wife. It brought him back to the time where he had to do the same to his own mother, to cover her in clothe and put a piece of maize inside her mouth.

"The surface dwellers have taken so much. Talokan's queen, our home and our freedom. I will not let them do so again." Namor had a scathing look in his eyes, a latent tone of tiredness from facing a world that only took from him.

"She must have been an amazing queen and a strong woman." Shuri could only utter these words with a solemn expression on her face, unable to reply to such vulnerability of someone she had considered a dangerous enemy. Despite that.. there was an underlying empathy between the two. Shuri understood him. She knew the pain of losing someone you love.

"She was." A calm visage eventually spread around his face as he looked up at the glorious mural depicted on the walls of the room. "She had the biggest heart and the kindest soul."

Namor couldn't help but get lost in his memories of his beautiful wife. He speaks no lies when he describes you. You were the people's queen, as what the Talokanil called you. You'd always visit the people, play games with the children and scour the underwater markets that sold all kinds of trinkets and foods. Whenever the people needed you you were always there, willing to help them without a second glance as you opened your heart to them all.

After you death, whenever he would swim around Talokan and talk to his people—laughing and joking around with them—there would be this.. serene melody inside his heart, a gentleness that ran through his veins. Namor would feel the water pulsing on the pads of his skin and he'd always take a moment to close his eyes to relish the feeling. Then a smile would make it onto his face—the kind of smile that you would always tell him to show more often. His people felt it too, like a warm embrace to their soul, as if you were watching over them, still caring about them even when you were gone.

It was not only to Talokan's people, but to the ocean's animals too.

If there was one thing about his queen, it was that you had a deep affinity with the marine animals. Whenever the king couldn't find you anywhere in your room or in the palace halls, Namor would only smile to himself and swim to the clearing of the sea just outside of Talokan, watching his wife croon along the whales and the orcas, taking care of them as if your love spoke a thousand languages.

"In ch'ujuk, ko'oten paakat!" You would shout, gleefully waving your hand up in the air with no care in the world.

(My sweet, come and look!)

Sometimes he would only stay back and watch you with eyes so tender that it looked like he was entirely captivated by you. By your voice, your laughter, your smile; your everything. Other times, Namor would be too taken by you (as he always was), deciding to join you play with the creatures that you'd called 'your babies'. Whirling and chasing them around them felt like dancing in the water and Namor was too in love to ever deny you of your little joy.

Even now whenever the whales would call out to the sea, or when the orcas whistled and clicked along, he could still hear your radiant laughter singing along with them and oh how he longed to hear that sound again, to hear the melody of the ocean in its fullness.

You were simply the glue to Talokan; everyone adored the queen.

Until now, your throne still sat next to his, the jade and vibranium never ceasing to glow. Every time he sat there, watching over his people and celebrating his kingdom with defiant shouts of "L'ik'ik Talokan" he would always remember your face, remember the proud look you had when you would raise your fist to your chest along with everyone. Your memory will never fade in the heart of Talokan, always lingering in the brightest places, comforting during troubling times, because you will always be a precious piece of the kingdom that neither he nor his people would forget.

If he brought the sun to his people, you were the sun to him.

"You and I, we are not so different, princess." He broke his train of thought.

"Those people only see us as threats because they know we are powerful. They will not stop until they have what they want. It is a danger to my kingdom and my people—a threat to your people too."

Finally, Namor turned his head to face Shuri, a determined aura lingering in his voice and in his expression. She felt compelled to stare back straight into his eyes, the conviction in his tone like a true king. "And so I offer you again."

"Join me, and we will never have to see our people suffer, to see our loved ones suffer. We will no longer mourn our losses and bury the dead for unjust cruelty."

"Together, we will watch the world burn."

lawd this man singlehandedly got me out of a writing slump like.. making a fic with angst + namor = too easy 😩💳💥

this is my first time writing for him, so i hope it was okay! im so in love with him and i wanted to contribute my own piece to the fandom.

also, i'm pretty sure the yucatec mayan was not properly translated, so i apologize from my heart for the inaccuracies. please tell me if i have to fix anything!

dividers by @delishlydelightfuldividers and @rpinkling

tags: @bloatedandlonly

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jeonshookith · 4 years ago

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I wanna share all of the jikook fics I have saved in my phone tabs (1/2)

if you see a reoccurring theme no you don’t

these are all so so good and a majority of them are chaptered or longer one shots since i don’t like reading shorter fics!!

99% of them are completed

these are in no particular order, just as they are opened in my tabs

i did not write any of these fics. i am not claiming ownership.

these are ALL ao3 links

Illuminate -incomplete as of 01/12/2021 but the author updates regularly-ish. (Its 54 chapters so far!)

The Gentle Centaur and The Sea Flower

Waiting on the One (Peace has decided to release this as a book! available on the Kindle App with Kindle Unlimited! u can search the title)

bone appétit

Rubies for A King

the prettiest prize.

heavenly bodies

you put a spell on me

Dazzle Me With Gold

Winter Song

i'm packing a bag of bad ideas (every time i'm thinking of you)

Chasing Broken Dreams

set my love on fire

why don’t you review me?

count your blessings

My Heart’s On Fire For Your Love

the nightbird and the kitten

Paper Planes

Smash or Pass?

Promise I’m Still With You

The One

Flowers in Hades

My Promise

The God of Fertility

Vanilla Baby -chef’s kiss 😘

Rain and Tangerines

Greece and Roses

Tender Peach

Park’s Anatomy

Nanny

Let's Tessellate ♡

In violence I found you -incomplete as on 01/12/2021. The author updated the title issuing hiatus. 2/3 chapters so far.

(Pick me up) - Playing With Fire

Wax, Wane

Strong eyes -update as of 08/27/21 :( i wanted to reread this and realized (i’m devastated) this is not finished. 12/? hasnt been updated since 03/2020

Black Rabbit -incomplete as of 01/12/2021. i’m not sure on this one since the author hasnt updated since 07/03/2020 so.. 31/?

Be My Eyes

Nemesis: Sex

Cutting the Braid -chef’s kiss 😘 i’ve read this like 8 times.

Hotter Than Hell -incomplete as of 01/12/2021. uhm the author hasn’t updated in almost a year but they have been writing this since 2018. its a good read though! 11/?

call it what you want

Favorite Clothes

until the spring comes again, until the flowers bloom again (stay here a little longer)

i have died every day waiting for you (but loved you for a thousand more)

The Dreaming of Escape

Never Judge a Book by its Cover

What Do You See?

A Guardian “Angel”

(my heart beats) for you

Listen Closely

longing: a yearning desire

warm me up (with your lips)

love, the shoreline where you and i meet

Be Not the Slave of Your Own Past

mi casa

to the end of this imagination, i’ll go

unwrap me (and see the present underneath)

Stolen Kisses Under the Sheets

we kiss like lovers (and laugh like best friends)

bndwboy

Chamomile and Honey

知己 (Ego)

Baptise in your Thighs (‘Till It Hurts)

at the edge of your touch

How Do You Say ‘Fuck Me’ In Swedish?

he smells like wolf, Jimin

You Don’t Need Your Airplane Mode

Cherry on the Cake

Hard to Get

false impressions

the seaweed is always greener

Dissonance -this is part of a WHOLE ASS series. these authors are amazing. this is just the jikook fic that belongs to the series.

Adoptions

The Dreaming of Escape

sun and moon

Blank Space -unfinished as of 01/12/2021. 3/4 chapter so far.

You’re Safe Now

love is a wild thing

3 nights

a bite that burns

Almond Dream

sweetener

Matcha Frappe, No Whip

stay a little longer

The Golden Flower

You had me feel the world

Your Song

jimin, I love you

Tangled Up In You

fuck the feral out of you

touch me more

from yesterday, for tomorrow

i wanna feel you in my bones

Talk Nerdy To Me

lets fall in love for the night (and forget in the morning)

Lemon Tree

Fold It Up Like Oragami

Peach in the Garden

laughs and kisses

I hit the 100 link per post limit 🙃 So I’ll do another one I guess? Part 2 posted here!

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with-love-from-hell · 3 years ago

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Music Accompaniment for Vermillion Skies (parts 8 & 9)

For those of you who enjoyed my last posts with an official soundtrack to Vermillion Skies, here is what I listened to while writing it parts 8 and 9!

Read Vermillion Skies here

Part Eight

Scene 1

Last to Fall - Starset (Entire Scene)

Without You - Breaking Benjamin (Entire Scene)

Sound the Bugle - Bryan Adams (Entire Scene) *** {This one was my main inspiration behind this scene. It moved me so much when writing Lucifer’s emotions and faltering pride. Get ready for a tear jerker!}

I Dreamt We Spoke Again - Death Cab for Cutie (The Hallucination)

Hole in My Heart - Sleeping With Sirens (The Hallucination)

Scene 2

O’ Children - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds (Entire Scene)

Scene 3

Tesselate - Alt J (Entire Scene)

Typhoons - Royal Blood (The Letter)

Hold Your Head High - Aluna George (Waiting)

Scene 4

A Horse With No Name - Patrick Carney ft. Michelle Branch (Looking out the window)

Make Me Your Queen - Declan McKenna (Simeon)

Sowing Season (Yeah) - Brand New (Simeon’s Injuries)

Heavy - Linkin Park ft. Kiiara (Mc’s Guilt)

Best of You - Foo Fighters (I’m Sorry)

Part Nine

Scene 1

Two Against One - Danger Mouse ft. Daniele Luppi (Approaching)

Waking the Demon - Bullet for My Valentine (Mammon’s Rage)

Someday You Will Be Loved - Death Cab for Cutie (Abuse?)

Endlessly - The Anix (Broken)

Nightmares - All Time Low (The Embryo)

Come Back to Me - Amely (Seeing Her)

Scene 2

Run - Collective Soul (Getting Dressed)

Riddles - Kensington (Entering the Dining Room)

Cosmic Love - Florence & The Machine (She Arrives)

Ceremonial (Burst into Stars) - Blaqk Audio (The Embrace)

Life’s for the Living - Passenger (Tension Relieves)

#Vermillion Skies #music #inspirations

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doubleattitude · 4 years ago

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Radix Dance Convention, Las Vegas, NV: RESULTS

High Scores by Age:

Rookie Solo

1st: Mila Renae-’Soldier’

1st: Melina Blitz-’The Poet Creature’

2nd: Aliya Yen-’Loyal, Brave & True’

3rd: Sebastian Mancini-’Guerrerio’

4th: Dylan Reuss-’Lost Boy’

5th: Bella Mendez-’Pump’

6th: Emma Acosta-’Lip Gloss’

7th: Lexi Yeackle-’I Will Wait’

8th: Kaiya Carrillo-’Love Shack’

8th: Rylan Farrales-’Stand In The Light’

9th: Enslee Moore-’Ooh Child’

10th: Olivia Caylor-’Queen Bee’

Mini Solo

1st: Kinley Cunningham-’Glam’

2nd: Fiona Wu-’Red Dust’

3rd: Joy Line-’Broken Dreams’

3rd: Carrigan Paylor-’Orange Colored Sky’

3rd: Karyna Majeroni-’Pistolet’

3rd: Keelyn Jones-’Slowly Fading’

3rd: Fiona Sartain-’The Way You Move’

4th: Starr Castro-’Bang Bang’

4th: Peyton Szuberla-’Glacier’

4th: Addison Price-’We Will Not Give In’

5th: Madelyn Murphy-’Desierto’

5th: Roxie Onellion-’Drifting Down’

6th: Esprit Frank-’Grains’

6th: Claire Gestring-’On The Mast of Faith’

7th: Tiara Sherman-’Cielo’

7th: Jenna Le-’Matters to Me’

7th: Cerys Cogswell-’Pure Imagination’

8th: Jacob Barrow-’Shifting’

8th: Aurora Brady-’Hit The Road Jack’

8th: Cha Cha Shen-’Here I Come’

8th: Alyssa Mastroianni-’Crippled Bird’

8th: Leah Munson-’Copy Cat’

8th: Claire Hansen-’By The Roses’

8th: Peyton Nowacki-’Angels to Fly’

9th: Annabella Atkinson-’The Dutch Girl’

9th: Eden Hawkins-’Shadow’

9th: Olive O’Connell-’Live Like Legends’

9th: Ella King-’Like A River’

9th: Tatum Brady-’Fall Creek’

9th: Oliviana Mancini-’At Peace’

10th: Leighton Brandt-’Legs’

10th: Annie Carlson-’Young’

Junior Solo

1st: Kylie Kaminsky-’The Offering’

2nd: Brooke Toro-’As The Dust Settles’

2nd: Coltrane Vodicka-’Moon River’

2nd: Alita Kneeland-’Spine

2nd: Makaia Roux-’Unbound’

3rd: Alexis Mayer-’Vivid

4th: Emmy Claire Kaiden-’Eyesore’

4th: Naia Parker-’Lit’

5th: Bella Kidder-’Feeling Good’

5th: Hope Edwards-’Gravity’

5th: Lucy Cavender-’Material Girl’

5th: Isabelle Zorrilla-’Orion’

5th: Kira Chan-’Pump’

5th: Kendyl Fay-’To Build A Home’

5th: Aaliyah Dixon-’Toxic’

6th: Mackenzie Kleveno-’Lost It To Trying’

6th: Taytum Ruckle-’Perfect Lie’

6th: Anabel Alexander-’Plans We Made’

7th: Victoria Johnson-’Genius’

7th: Aedyn Bekker-’New York State of Mind’

7th: Brianna Gorksi-’Night Sky’

8th: Kendall Jundt-’Awakening’

8th:Lexi Godwin-’Debut’

8th: Casey Cheung-’I Remember’

8th: Ava Hill-’Shallow’

9th: Izzy Wadington-’Final Solution’

9th: Jovie Leigh Ugerio-’Ring Them Bells’

10th: Madison De Dios-’On My Mind’

10th: Clare Loftus-’Restless Night’

10th: Delaney Bojorquez-’Tessellate’

Teen Solo

1st: Ashur Taylor-’Relax’

2nd: Cydney Heard-’Black Mourning’

2nd: Gianna Mojonnier-’Inside Outside’

2nd: Olivia Magni-’Moonlight Sonata’

2nd: Coco Saul-’Transportin’

3rd: Jadyn Saigusa-’Wonderlust’

3rd: Emily Madden-’Vibeology’

3rd: Calli Perryman-’Still Running’

3rd: Michelle Cheng-’Sinking’

3rd: Georgia Ehrlich-’On My Mind’

3rd: Tyler Chiyuto-’Llarona’

3rd: Blanche Arnold-’How To Be Your Own Person’

3rd: Ava Lynn-’Everything’s Alright’

3rd: Addison Middleton-’Dark Dissonance’

4th: Charlotte Cogan-’You’

4th: Hailey Meyers-’Standing Still’

4th: Isiah Bowens-’Miss You’

4th: Avery Hall-’If I Think’

4th: Luke Barrett-’Eden’

4th: Emma Donnelly-’Departure’

4th: Ava Kendall-’Always On My Mind’

5th: Zuzu Duchon-’Twelfth of Never’

5th: Angelika Edejer-’Toxic Thoughts’

5th: Riley Platenberg-’Talking Points’

5th: Annabelle Mang-’One Small Step’

5th: Sabine Nehls-’No Regrets’

5th: Ella Montano-’Lonely’

5th: Natalie Bowen-’I Think I’m Alone Now’

5th: Cade Clark-’I Can’t Move’

5th: Berlynn Gonzalez-’Hero’

5th: Courtney Chiu-’Fever’

5th: Drew Rosen-’Exhalation’

5th: Rachel Polizzotto-’Entrapment’

5th: Raven Alanes-’Confusion’

5th: Mikaella Lopez-’Blues-y’

5th: Izzy Howard-’Amen’

6th: Sophia Oppegard-’You Can’t Leave’

6th: Elle O’Donnell-’Slowly’

6th: Lily Godwin-’Ode to Divorce’

6th: Aubrie Stoehr-’Now I Cry’

6th: Sofia Mah-’Life’

6th: Mia Ibach-’Koladi Ola’

6th: Piper Rovsek-’Innate Abstraction’

6th: Sakura Amano-’I Love You’

6th: Sophia Albornoz-’Even When It Hurts’

6th: Sammi Chung-’eight’

6th: Ella Sheppard-’Do You’

6th: Ally Cheung-’Cut The World’

6th: Kate Seleno-’Curtain Call’

6th: Kayla Harrison-’Crumbling’

7th: Kennedy Blazek-’Zilla’

7th: Libby Haye-’Work Song’

7th: Katelyn Neasham-’Touch’

7th: Sebastian Hsu-Kwan-’Scat’

7th: Lauren Pond-’Satellite Heart’

7th: Aleyna Laba-’Playdoh’

7th: Linda Diaz-’Paper Moon’

7th: Maya Krajicek-’Idea for Strings’

7th: Kennie Shen-’Feeling Good’

7th: Jenna Tarry-’Down The Line’

7th: Ava Thorp-’Blue Notebook’

7th: Emma Hellenkamp-’Blackbird’

7th: Felix Fulton-’A Dream I Can’t Forget’

8th: Dempsey Foxson-’Vain’

8th: Carys Ashby-’The Empress’

8th: Angelica Keamy-’Research’

8th: Melina Gurich-’Net Works’

8th: Raina Wu-’Looking In’

8th: Alexis Olson-’Just Say That’

8th: Gabi D’Ambra-’In For the Kill’

8th: Piper Camm-’Drones’

8th: Scotlynn Potter-’Cinematic Plea for an End’

8th: Ava Saremaslani-’Canvas’

9th: Maile Cochran-’Tesselate’

9th: Jera Linkins-’Put Your Records On’

9th: Kayla Seitel-’Monster’

9th: Alexis Ahn-’Brighter Days’

9th: Brayden Owens-’Tux’

10th: Addyson Smith-’Ecdysis’

10th: Presslie Novits-’Let Me Entertain You’

10th: Siena Riga-’Naked’

10th: Mandy Boaz-’Pink’

10th: Brooklyn Piano-’Solitary’

10th: Destiny Harris-’Up’

Senior Solo

1st: Alex Shulman-’In System’

1st: Ella Horan-’Silk’

2nd: Jade Bucci-’Sacrifice’

3rd: Alexis Weldner-’Release’

3rd: Jemoni Powe-’Second Thought’

4th: Brianna Sanchez-’Stolen’

4th: Charlotte Foldes-’You Forget Everything’

5th: Izzy Burton-’Gimme’

6th: Mallory McKenna-’I’m Lonely’

6th: Julian Menendez-’Note to Self’

6th: Kennedy Barry-’The Distance Between’

7th: Makaila Teagle-’Breathe Into Me’

7th: Vanessa Valenzuela-’Poem About Death’

7th: Bailey Holt-’Rose Water’

8th: Emmy Cheung-’Nostos’

8th: Alex Andrada-’Still In Love’

9th: Nina Sawaya-’All I Wanted’

9th: Lauren Polizzotto-’Distant Echos’

9th: Reese Willis-’Godspeed’

9th: Hannah Averbuck-’Got2BReal’

9th: Savannah Laughton-’Nostalgia’

10th: Izabel Hurtado-’Film Credits’

10th: Aleialanee Ponce De Leon-’Mirrored Heart’

10th: Megan Chie-’You’

Rookie Duo/Trio

1st: Studio Fusion-’Kansas City’

1st: Danceology-’Time of My Life’

2nd: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’Tomorrow’

3rd: Notion Dance Concepts-’MILK $’

Mini Duo/Trio

1st: Mather Dance Company-’Respect’

2nd: Murrieta Dance Project-’Midnight Train’

3rd: Studio X-’Vogue’

3rd: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’We Are’

Junior Duo/Trio

1st: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’And So It Is’

2nd: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’Inception’

3rd: Danceology-’Celloopa’

3rd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Everything Is In Line’

Teen Duo/Trio

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Make Me High’

2nd: Danceology-’Busy Signal’

3rd: Danceology-’Smile In The Rain’

Senior Duo/Trio

1st: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’Refuse’

2nd: Studio Kin-’The Night We Met’

3rd: Studio Kin-’Never Love Again’

Rookie Group

1st: Danceology-’Ladies Room’

2nd: Mather Dance Company-’Fabulous’

3rd: Danceology-’Kingdom’

Mini Group

1st: Mather Dance Company-’Hot Stuff’

2nd: Danceology-’Happy’

3rd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Searching For...’

Junior Group

1st: Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’Wind It Up’

2nd: Danceology-’Give Yourself In’

2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Over The Edge’

3rd: Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’Sing Sing Sing’

Teen Group

1st: Danceology-’Dream of Dreaming’

2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Heavenly Bodies’

3rd: West Coast School of the Arts-’All Coming Back’

Senior Group

1st: Mather Dance Company-’We The Soldiers’

2nd: Mather Dance Company-’For All We Know’

3rd: Studio Fusion-’Coconut’

3rd: Academy of Nevada Ballet Theatre-’Those That Follow’

Open Group

1st: Community Dance Training-’The Place You Left’

Rookie Line

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Inanna’

2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Suite Tea’

3rd: Studio Kin-’SK Crew’

Mini Line

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’6 Out of Six’

2nd: Motion State Studios-’Sisters’

3rd: Danceology-’Time Passing’

Junior Line

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’All Good People’

2nd: Danceology-’Just Got Paid’

3rd: Danceology-’Backbone’

Teen Line

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Cadance’

1st: Danceology-’My Hands Are Always Cold’

2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Hey!’

3rd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Dark Winter’

3rd: Studio Kin-’Hustle’

Senior Line

1st: Mather Dance Company-’Prisoner’

1st: Mather Dance Company-’Voice of God’

2nd: Danceology-’It’s Weezy’

3rd: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’I’m The Hero’

Mini Extended Line

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Settle Down’

2nd: Danceology-’Ballroom Blitz’

3rd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Jump Jump!’

3rd: Danceology-’Mary Poppins’

Junior Extended Line

1st: Evoke Dance Movement-’Hold Your Own’

2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Better Than Ever’

3rd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Purse First’

Teen Extended Line

1st: Danceology-’Not Today Satan’

2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Adios’

3rd: Danceology-’Cha Cha Heels’

Senior Extended Line

1st: Danceology-’Above Below’

2nd: Danceology-’Burn Up The Dance’

3rd: Danceology-’Night Thirst’

Mini Production

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Mambo Baby’

Junior Production

1st: Danceology-’Rich Girl’

2nd: Danceology-’Blind Faith’

3rd: Danceology-’Level Up’

High Scores by Performance Division:

Rookie Jazz

1st: Danceology-’Ladies Room’ 2nd: Mather Dance Company-’Fabulous’ 3rd: Studio Kin-’Look Out Weekend’

Rookie Ballet

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Suite Tea’

Rookie Hip-Hop

1st: Studio Kin-’SK Crew’

Rookie Contemporary

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Inanna’ 2nd: Danceology-’Kingdom’

Rookie Lyrical

1st: Notion Dance Concepts-’Firework’

Mini Jazz

1st: Motion State Studios-’Sisters’ 2nd: Mather Dance Company-’Hot Stuff’ 3rd: Danceology-’Ballroom Blitz’

Mini Ballet

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’The Invitation’ 2nd: Danceology-’Scarf Dance’ 3rd: Danceology-’Polinaise’

Mini Hip-Hop

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Jump Jump!’ 2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Get Up’ 3rd: Studio Kin-’Pure Water’

Mini Tap

1st: Danceology-’Happy’ 2nd: Danceology-’Luck be A Lady’ 3rd: Danceology-’Word Up’

Mini Contemporary

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’6 Out of Six’ 2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Searching For...’ 3rd: Danceology-’Time Passing’ 3rd: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’Fading Images’

Mini Lyrical

1st: Mather Dance Company-’Roar’ 2nd: Elite Dance and Performing Arts Center-’Beautiful Thing’ 3rd: Studio Kin-’Lighthouse’

Mini Musical Theatre

1st: Danceology-’Mary Poppins’ 2nd: Studio Kin-’Mean & Green’

Mini Ballroom

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Mambo Baby’ 2nd: Danceology-’Favorite Things’

Mini Specialty

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Settle Down’ 2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Salient’ 3rd: Evoke Dance Movement-’I Think I Love You’

Junior Jazz

1st: Danceology-’Rich Girl’ 2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Purse First’ 3rd: Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’Wind It Up’

Junior Ballet

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Over The Edge’ 2nd: Danceology-’Paquita’ 3rd: Danceology-’Passarinjo’

Junior Hip-Hop

1st: Danceology-’Level Up’ 2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Lose Control’

Junior Tap

1st: Danceology-’Just Got Paid’

Junior Contemporary

1st: Danceology-’Blind Faith’ 2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’All Good People’ 3rd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Hold Your Own’

Junior Lyrical

1st: Mather Dance Company-’Anything Worth Holding’ 2nd: Mather Dance Company-’Salvation’ 3rd: Elite Dance and Performing Arts Center-’You Will Be Found’

Junior Musical Theatre

1st: Danceology-’Black Friday Fiasco’ 2nd: Elite Dance and Performing Arts Center-’Nicest Kids In Town’

Junior Specialty

1st: Evoke Dance Movement-’Better Than Ever’ 2nd: Danceology-’Backbone’ 2nd: Danceology-’Give Yourself In’ 3rd: Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’Sing Sing Sing’

Teen Jazz

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Shadow Work’ 1st: Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’Boom Pow’ 2nd: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’Feeling Super Down’ 3rd: Murrieta Dance Project-’Sweet Melody’

Teen Ballet

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Dark Winter’

Teen Hip-Hop

1st: Studio Kin-’Hustle’ 2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Diva’ 3rd: Studio Kin-’All That Matters’

Teen Tap

1st: Danceology-’Mr. Blue Sky’

Teen Contemporary

1st: Danceology-’My Hands Are Always Cold’ 2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Hey!’ 3rd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Heavenly Bodies’

Teen Lyrical

1st: West Coast School of the Arts-’All Coming Back’ 2nd: Mather Dance Company-’Overdose’ 3rd: Mather Dance Company-’Out of Hiding’

Teen Musical Theatre

1st: Danceology-’Not Today Satan’ 2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Singular Sensation’ 3rd: Elite Dance and Performing Arts Center-’Footloose’

Teen Ballroom

1st: Danceology-’Cha Cha Heels’ 2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Movimento’

Teen Specialty

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Cadance’ 2nd: Danceology-’Dream of Dreaming’ 3rd: Danceology-’Passage’

Senior Jazz

1st: Mather Dance Company-’Prisoner’ 2nd: Danceology-’Night Thirst’ 3rd: West Coast School of the Arts-’How Come U Don’t Call Me Anymore?’

Senior Hip-Hop

1st: Danceology-’It’s Weezy’

Senior Contemporary

1st: Mather Dance Company-’We The Soldiers’ 2nd: Academy of Nevada Ballet Theatre-’Those That Follow’ 3rd: Danceology-’Above Below’ 3rd: Studio Fusion-’Weight of Silence’

Senior Lyrical

1st: Mather Dance Company-’Voice of God’ 2nd: Mather Dance Company-’For All We Know’

Senior Specialty

1st: Studio Fusion-’Coconut’ 2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Terrified’

Senior Ballroom

1st: Danceology-’Burn Up The Dance’

Best of Radix:

Rookie

The Rock Center for Dance-’Inanna’

Danceology-’Ladies Room’

Mather Dance Company-’Fabulous’

Studio Kin-’SK Crew’

Notion Dance Concepts-’Firework’

Mini

The Rock Center for Dance-’6 Out of Six’

Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’Fading Images’

Evoke Dance Movement-’Searching For...’

Danceology-’Happy’

Mather Dance Company-’Hot Stuff’

Motion State Studios-’Sisters’

Junior

Evoke Dance Movement-’Hold Your Own’

The Rock Center for Dance-’All Good People’

Danceology-’Rich Girl’

Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’Wind It Up’

Mather Dance Company-’Anything Worth Holding’

Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’Hey Hi Hello’

Motion State Studios-’Always, Forever’

Murrieta Dance Project-’Luminous’

Teen

Academy of Nevada Ballet Theater-’The Great Realization’

Danceology-’Not Today Satan’

The Rock Center for Dance-’Hey!’

West Coast School of the Arts-’All Coming Back’

Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’The Need for One Another’

Studio Kin-’Hustle’

Murrieta Dance Project-’Memories’

Elite Dance and Performing Arts Center-’Change’

Mather Dance Company-’Overdose’

Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’No Ordinary Love’

Evoke Dance Movement-’Adios’

Senior

Mather Dance Company-’We The Soldiers’

Evoke Dance Movement-’Terrified’

Murrieta Dance Project-’Echos’

Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’I’m The Hero’

Danceology-’Above Below’

Academy of Nevada Ballet Theatre-’Those That Follow’

Studio Fusion-’Coconut’

West Coast School of the Arts-’How Come U Don’t Call Me Anymore?’

Studio Standout:

Studio Kin-’Hustle’

Mather Dance Company-’We The Soldiers’

Evoke Dance Movement-’Adios’

Elite Dance and Performing Arts Center-’Change’

Danceology-’Not Today Satan’

Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’I’m The Hero’

The Rock Center for Dance-’Hey!’

#2021 #dance #radix #las vegas #nevada

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dreamydarkblue · 4 years ago

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tenderness

| randomscenarios |

rating: T

word count: 386

tagging: @lasswithumor @ravenadottir @bubblelaureno @ariendiel @mistyeyedbi @gin-o-clock

notes: opposites attract, or so i have been told. and i think that is because they are the same, they are the same parts broken into two. they complete each other in a way the same lacking parts wouldn’t, and it is fascinating to think about. for music suggestion, tessellate by alt-J.

There is a certain tenderness in knowing that we are different, but the same. I know that our hearts beat different blood, they beat different sounds but they beat in harmony and in company. Your hands touch different things, they beckon me over and mine can’t help but get closer. I wish I knew how your mind worked but you’ll never know how mine works and I think that’s beautiful.

There is small surprises in them that keeps things exciting, new beliefs and lovely shapes of dramatic feelings. And your eyes keep it mysterious, so soothingly haunting. I don’t know if I should be scared, but my body is betrayal and I let the adrenaline surge through me. Time and space are funny concepts that make me miss you, your tongue sweeter than the words it speaks.

And my only wish was to gain back that shine I earned from you, a rather impossible wish. You think I don’t know that but I know, and I feel. Raw as the morning sun and true as the shadows it creates, my feelings hurt me. Under my belly and around my chest, under my feet and around my arms. Your touch lingers and it is scorchingly hot, punishing me for saving your memories.

New faces and new feelings, I searched for them to be screamed back at. Your glass heart’s sound reminding me, there couldn’t be another one. Different as they come different as they go, never the same. Remember how I said it was beautiful? Maybe I was looking through rose glasses, making everything much more believable.

Footsteps carry me home, a chorus of whistles, pushing me towards a scarily familiar place. Different than the mirror I looked at, it shows me a new place, a new glass to be filled with new things and to be emptied in an interesting way. Will you tell me what is it? I don’t know what it is, I don’t think I will ever know what it is and I wish it was beautiful.

Drinks can’t help, they never did. Time and space are saddening concepts that make me miss us, a place where everything felt safe. I knitted soft sweaters and gifted them to you, wrapped in some truths I couldn’t say out loud. Would you have believed me?

#tenderness #randomscenarios #thank you so much for reading #let me know what you thought if you want to #i hope this confuses as much as it confused me #and resonates with you as much as it did with me

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for-a-muse-of-fire · 4 years ago

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let’s tessellate

“let’s tessellate”

Fandom: The Witcher (2019)

Paring: Geralt of Rivia x Zahra Auberel (WOC original character).

Summary: The White Wolf returns to his den, and his woman. A “reunion” ensues.

Warnings: NSFT/18+ - you should not be interacting with this fic if you are under the age of 18. Oral (f receiving), rough/possessive sex.

A/N: Please accept this humble PWP as an apology for vanishing from the Tumblrsphere. The world is still very much on fire, but I’ve missed y’all a bunch. I’m afraid I will no longer be providing a taglist - it’s stressful, and I honestly don’t want to. Best practice would be to make sure you get notifs when I post!

Thank you, dear hearts. Enjoy!

The lashing rain and wind has left the tavern utterly empty. One of those mindless summer storms, it cropped up almost without warning. The sky had darkened and gone deadly quiet as the air sat heavy; heavy, and so thick one could feel it settle on the skin. Zahra had let her people rush home when the last patron had scurried out the door – Lucja had just cleared the alley when the wind had picked up.

Thunder growls. Lightning splits the tumultuous sky asunder.

Zahra watches, smiling from the safety of the kitchens. She’s always loved storms like this – unbridled. Dangerous. She watches the crest of trees over the village rooftops; the canopy whips, bends. She counts the beats between the lightning and bellowing thunder. With a grin to herself, she pulls her light robe closer and takes the last walk around, locking the service door, then the heavy oaken door at the front of the tavern. The dying fire barely puts off enough light to see by, but she’s wandered this place in the dead of night for most of her life. Besides, each bolt of light from the storm makes it look like high noon.

One such bolt illuminates the main room when she turns towards the back door. The figure standing there is lit, clear as day – the barkeep shouts, and very nearly jumps out of her skin. “Gods dammit,” Zahra curses.

Pale, soft lips quirk up at one corner. Geralt is drenched to the bone, standing just inside the threshold and dripping on the flagstone. She glares at him as the lightning fades, giving his handsome face back to the shadows again.

“You are an asshole, Geralt,” she hisses. “I’m putting a fucking bell around your neck.”

“I’d like to see you try, love.”

His voice is a match to the deadly rumble that buzzes the thick window glass. It hums over her skin, doing very little to quell the startled tattoo of her heart. Nonetheless, she glowers, bare feet easing across the floor towards him. He lets her slip past him to lock the door.

“Oh, I’ll fucking-well do it,” she threatens, turning to face him. “Big, silver bell and gaudy, terrible silk ribbon.”

The Witcher lets out a low chuckle and though he almost hesitates, he lets her rests her hands on his waist. Zahra peers up at him in the near-dark and feels a thrill chase coolly down her spine. Geralt’s eyes are a deep, shining black and somewhat sunken in their sockets; bruise-colored veins creep down his cheeks. His skin is smooth and pale as fine parchment, while his frost-colored hair is plastered to his cheek with rain water. A silver-toned flash lights the room again and she can’t help the way her breath stalls. Gods.

He may not like it when she sees him like this, but he looks deadly and powerful and it arrows something base and wanton straight through her.

“Injured?” Zahra asks, breathier than she would like.

Black eyes stare. Geralt tilts his head, just so, but grunts once – a wordless ‘no’. He doesn’t shy away or dodge when she reaches for him, and her swift brown fingers carefully loosen the buckles and straps of his leathers. She keeps her eyes on his, muscle memory guiding her through the motions. The silence sits between them, heavy as the thick summer air and only broken by rain and thunder. Zahra feels sweat catch at her collarbone, her heartbeat drumming sharply behind her ribs. Each quick beat feathers heat through her- heat that settles low beneath her navel. It pulses there, a slick heaviness between her legs; she bites her lip and slides the last clasp open. The Witcher’s black eyes drop to her mouth.

“Your heart is pounding, little rabbit,” he rumbles, almost grinning when she drops her eyes. She hears the rustle of leather as he peels his gloves away. “What’s got you on edge?”

Zahra huffs out an embarrassed laugh. The tension breaks – cut by her movement and the growling thunder. The armor finds its place on the hooks by the back door. Geralt tracks her with the single-minded focus of his moniker. The wolf sizing up his prey. The heavy, knowing press of his gaze makes her shudder.

“Let’s get you into dry clothes, hm?” she murmurs.

She brushes past him as the room is lit by the storm. Powerful fingers close on the back of her neck and she gasps, stumbling when Geralt tugs and spins her to face him. He doesn’t kiss her, not exactly, but she feels the press of his mouth over hers. She can feel the damp of his clothes soak through her robe, pebbling her nipples against the plane of his chest. His lips are cool with rain, though his breath rushes hot over her lips and Zahra feels her knees go a bit weak. Geralt snarls, matching the tone and timbre of the thunder.

“I asked you a question, Zahra,” he growls. His nose traces a chilly line up the heated curve of her cheek; she exhales on a breathless moan. “I can feel your pulse. I can smell you…”

Geralt’s fingers tangle in the loose curls at the nape of her neck. Lightning lets her see his pale, beautiful face, and the midnight dark of his eyes while he gives her hair a gentle, demanding tug. He fairly dwarfs her, lets his mouth tease over hers as he rumbles, “You like it, is that it? You like it when I come to you like this?”

He walks forward, forcing her back until she feels the blunted edge of a table against her backside. Zahra braces her hands on the smooth, cool wood.

“What is it?” he murmurs. She feels a tug – he looses the tie on her robe, parting the silken fabric with his free hand. “Hm? Why don’t you tell me why it gets you so hot?”

Calloused fingers twist around her nipple and Zahra gives a short gasp. “I don’t know,” she says with breathless mirth. “You look – oh gods – “

It’s hard to think – let alone speak – with his hand cupping her cunt. Her eyes drift close, lashes fluttering over her cheeks as Geralt slips a finger between her swollen lips, catching the slick on his fingertips before he draws delicate little circles over her clit. Zahra’s voice breaks on a whine.

“Geralt – “ she pleads. Deep brown eyes spring open, meeting lightning-lit black and she gasps out:

“You look dangerous.”

The thunder shakes the room as the Witcher’s mouth covers hers. It’s a biting kiss, greedy with teeth and tongue. He keeps the teasing pressure over her clit, rubbing with the tips of his fingers until her hips roll down to beg for friction. Zahra whimpers when he breaks away, only to utter a breathless curse as Geralt drags open-mouthed kisses down the curve of her throat. The shimmer silk fabric of her robe is yanked open – the fabric slips down her arms. His stubble scrapes harsh over her skin, down her neck, between the valley of her breasts – over the softness of her belly where his teeth dig in.

She moans his name – it makes him smile into her skin. “Fuck, I missed that,” he growls.

Geralt kneels and replaces his fingers with his tongue. Hot, wet – firm against her aching cunt, he pushes the blade of his tongue through her folds and growls at the slippery-sweet wetness he finds. Zahra keens.

The thunder drowns out the sound.

The insistent press of his mouth, the steady flicker of his tongue – they light up under her skin, making her squirm and cry with each crest of sensation. With one hand pressed to the table behind her, she lets the other fist tight in Geralt’s rain-damp hair. The wet strands stick to her palm, tangle around her fingers as she tugs. “Gods – fuck,” she hisses through grit teeth.

Geralt knows her tells, by now. He knows when to flick the tip of his tongue over her clit, when to dip into the clenching heat of her cunt. Her voices goes rough, breathless and needy, in a way that makes his cock throb in the confines of his trousers. When he feels her begin to shake, he gauges the tell-tale tremor of her strong thighs and lifts one over his shoulder. Two fingers press in – Zahra’s hips rock, the sensitive walls of her cunt bearing down hard around the intrusion as she pants. The Witcher’s low moan hums against her clit, pulling a ragged whine up from her throat.

“Geralt,” she groans. “Darling - love – please please please – “

The flickering lightning gives her just enough to watch. Geralt’s plays at supplicant, single-minded in his devotion, though he still looks the part of a god to her, even on his knees. His handsome face tips up towards her, soft mouth slick with her cum – his black, black eyes are hungry when he meets her gaze. The Witcher licks a heavy stripe through her, closing his mouth briefly around her clit to make her jump and swear before he pulls away to stand. Fingers still buried deep, he takes a gentle grip on her throat with his thumb running soft circles over her pulse point.

“That’s my girl,” he rumbles when she shakes. The thunder plays at harmony with his voice. “What do you want, sweetheart?”

Geralt curls his fingers, strokes at that spot deep inside of her until she gasps. “Fuck me,” she whispers. “Geralt, please – “

Zahra hears him snarl in time with the thunder before he spins her. The silk of her robe pulls tight; Geralt uses the fabric to pinion her arms. His breath is harsh against her naked shoulder. With the racket of the rain, she doesn’t quite hear the sound of buttons sliding free, but then she feels the hot press of flesh and the beautiful, aching stretch. The Witcher gives a low moan into her skin, somewhere between relief and ecstasy.

He pulls his fingers through her curls at tugs. The motion arches her back into an obscene curve, forcing his cock so deep that Zahra shouts. It feels like the storm has taken up residence under her skin – lightning hisses from nerve to nerve. Geralt spears her wide open, somehow quelling the desperate ache while adding to it exponentially.

“Okay?” he pants into her ear.

“Yes – fuck yes,” she laughs, breathless and trembling.

She can feel his smug grin against her neck. Geralt flexes his hips, drawing the length of his cock out and then pushing back in to the hilt, making them both hiss. His rhythm rises and falls with the wind – with the torrential rain – and she is swept away by the tempest. He fucks into her with hard, greedy strokes that push her hipbones into the blunt edge of the table until she knows there will be bruises. The hand in her hair stays taught, but the hand holding the robe slips, pressing palm-down on the table by her hip. Damp, lightning-spiked air drags through her lungs as she gasps, moaning and pleading as Geralt murmurs against her temple.

Depraved, and sweet – possessive; he tells her how much he’s missed her, missed her sweet little cunt – fuck – missed how good she feels. “So good, sweetheart,” he moans. “So good for me – fucking perfect.”

The desperate whine that trickles up from her throat only serves to stoke the fire in his belly. She’s starting to shake, and whimper, voice climbing in pitch and volume to pierce over the howling wind. Geralt tugs at her hair, forces her to crane her head and meet the solid black of his eyes. He feels the flutter of her muscles around his cock, a desperate pulsing that drags a pitched snarl out of him before he presses his mouth to her jaw.

“Come for me, Zahra,” he snarls. “Come on - give it to me, sweetheart - “

Lightning fires off, storm cloud to storm cloud. Thunder snarls.

Her ragged scream clashes with the raging storm.

Geralt fucks her through the blinding orgasm until she feels him press tight against her back, frozen in his own pleasure while he pulses inside of her. He whispers his homily into her skin, chanting her name, filling her deep. The rapid beat of Zahra’s heart echoes in his ears. He grips her close, winds his arms around her torso ‘til that rhythm begins to slow. Carefully, he withdrawals, trying not to smirk when he hears her sharp inhale. Geralt tucks himself back into his trousers before burying his face into the fall of Zahra’s hair.

“‘Dangerous’,” he mutters, then chuckles. “Fucking hell, Zee…”

She giggles, sweetly winded, then squirms until the Witcher lets her turn in his grasp. She’s a sight. Soft brown skin dewy with sweat and shameless in her nudity. The smile she gives him settles somewhere between sweet and utterly filthy – it spikes heat straight through him all over again. Her clever fingers wrap around the chain of his medallion.

“I told you, Geralt of Rivia – you don’t scare me.”

She kisses him slowly. Savors the soft give of his mouth and licks the taste of herself from his tongue. Geralt’s hands ghost over her sides, palms pressing into soft, warm flesh. His teeth catch over the sweet fullness of her lip and he grins when she shivers.

“I love you, woman,” he mumbles against her lips.

Zahra draws back with a soft, but wicked grin. “I love you, Witcher,” she purrs back. “Now… take me to bed, hm?”

Geralt growls. “Yes, ma’am.”

#geralt of rivia #geralt x reader #geralt x poc!reader #the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #gerat x zahra #the witcher netflix #tutu scribbles

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commodorecliche · 4 years ago

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Would you mind sharing some music recs? I love your taste in songs and share your love for glass animals so is there anything else u listen to that sounds like them? Thanks love ur blog ❤️

oh gosh oh gosh this is such a high pressure ask. i love music and i like a wide array of genres, and i don’t usually have “favorite” songs, but rather groups of songs i am super into at one time. i do have a few faves though. so i’ll tell you those, i’ll tell you some i’m vibing with right now, and i’ll rec some that are sort of similar to glass animals. i’ll also link to all these songs so you can just listen without having to search them.

Quick note: I like a lot of metal and heavy rock, so I’m just going to exclude those sort of songs/artists entirely since those don’t really vibe with Glass Animals (if you are interested in those songs and artists, feel free to message me again). I also won’t include Glass Animals songs I like, since you probably are familiar enough with them.

A Few Fave Bands/Artists (in no particular order):

Brand New

Alt-J

Lana Del Rey

The Decemberists

Fever Ray

Florence + the Machine

Garbage

Pink Floyd

Poe

Paper Route

Iron & Wine

Gorillaz

The Fratellis

Kill Hannah

Kyla La Grange

The Neighbourhood

A Few Fave Songs:

Don’t Worry, We’ll Be Watching You - Gotye

Taro - Alt-J

The Gospel of John Hurt - Alt-J

Lit Me Up - Brand New

Could Never Be Heaven - Brand New

Be Gone - Brand New

Daisy - Brand New

Blood Makes Noise - Suzanne Vega

Here I Dreamt I Was an Architect - The Decemberists

#1 Crush - Garbage

Lurk - The Neighbourhood

I Know Why - Marian Hill

To Your Health - Keaton Henson

Be Calm - Fun.

If I Had a Heart - Fever Ray

Hustler - Josef Salvat

Coming Down - Dear Euphoria

Wake - The Antlers

Passing Afternoon - Iron & Wine

In the Woods Somewhere - Hozier

We Have It All - Pim Stones

Stranger Things Have Happened - Foo Fighters

Moondust - Jaymes Young

Songs I’ve Been Vibing With Lately:

The Knife - Kyla La Grange

White Foxes - Susanne Sundfør

Closer - Kings of Leon

Dreams - ZHU, NERO

When I Was Older - Billie Eilish

Saw You in a Dream - The Japanese House

Buttercup - Jullian, Sophie Wood (Jack Stauber cover song)

Doin’ Time - Lana Del Rey (Sublime cover song)

Somebody Else - The 1975

The Moss - Cosmo Sheldrake

Jesse - Ivri Lider

Guillotine - Mansionair, NoMBe

Temple - Baauer, M.I.A., G-DRAGON

When the Party’s Over - Billie Eilish

Paint It Black - Ciara (Rolling Stones cover)

Something About Us - Daft Punk

Identity - Grandson

Rox in the Box - The Decemberists

I Took a Pill in Ibiza (Seeb Remix) - Mike Posner

Songs Similar-ish to Glass Animals (this is so hard though because Glass Animals has such a unique and singularly distinct sound, but I really tried!):

Taro - Alt-J

Tessellate - Alt-J

Nara - Alt-J

The Knife - Kyla La Grange

Gutter - Paper Route

I Lived on the Moon - Kwoon

Dinosaur Bones - Stop Light Observations

Genghis Khan - Miike Snow (the original and the Louis the Child Remix)

Erase/Rewind - The Cardigans

Gemini Feed - BANKS

Heart’s a Mess - Gotye

The Gold (Nick Waterhouse Remix) - Manchester Orchestra

Ghost of Mine - Kailee Morgue

Touch Me, I’m Going to Scream Pt 2 - My Morning Jacket

A Little Death - The Neighborhood

Atlas - Battles

Gold - Sir Sly

Open Season - Josef Salvat

Mercy Street - Fever Ray (Peter Gabriel cover song)

Keep the Streets Empty for Me - Fever Ray

Swimming in the Flood - Passion Pit

Good Luck - Broken Bells

Traveling at the Speed of Light - Joywave

West Coast - MISSIO (Lana Del Rey cover)

Fools - ufo ufo

Daddy Issues - The Neighbourhood

Wires - The Neighbourhood

you can also check out my tag “#commodore radio” for any of my music reblogs, or check out the “#playlist meme” tag, that’s from an old playlist meme i do sometimes, but there are LOTS of good recs in those posts.

god this was literally the hardest list of recs I’ve ever done. Glass Animals are so unique that nothing else is overly similar to them. but hey, I tried! I hope you like some of these.

#commodore radio #music #music recs #anonymous #asks #glass animals #my recs

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mimsiical · 4 years ago

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dcmk secret santa: black org!saguru

hi @sagurus, i was your dcmk secret santa this year! here is the playlist i made for your black org!saguru. (playlist icon included at link.)

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annotated playlist under the cut. i used the names saguru and armagnac for him interchangeably.

1. scared of the dark (feat. XXXTENTACION) -- lil wayne, ty dolla $ign

okay so, this song is obviously from spiderman: into the spiderverse and it is probably my favorite track from that movie. there is something so intensely sorrowful about this song. there’s no choice offered by this song; there’s no room fear. also -- i don’t think armagnac fears death. i think he considers it more or less inevitable, as he doesn’t find there to be much chance of him succeeding.

so: he can’t be afraid. he embraces his choice, and he lives with what it leaves him with. darkness is his only comfort... at least until kaito comes along.

2. five years -- david bowie

i always considered this song something of a grief-stricken love letter to humanity. there’s a couple layers here. first -- the sense of being an onlooker, an outsider looking through the windows at the complex beauty of people. the narrator of the song is literally a space alien; he sees all of this knowing he isn’t truly a part of it.

secondly -- i never thought i’d need so many people -- that’s 100% for armagnac thinking he could suffer alone and then die alone, and instead ending up with his plans ruined because people love him now. the song’s narrator is also tugged at by pained longing for one specific person, and so is armagnac.

3. joke’s on you -- charlotte lawrence

this song is posed as a bad breakup song, and i have a whole thing for conflicts being portrayed through breakup songs because it’s just delightful fun (see: hamilton and the war being shown thru the king singing his heinous perspective as if it was a breakup). so, this is a song for armagnac and the black org.

my heart's gone bad, now it won't beat for you / you had your laugh, now i won't play the fool [...] baby, if i had to choose? the joke’s on you.

4. hurt -- johnny cash

oof, when i think about guilt and the marrow-deep feeling of being a bad person who ruins even the kindest and gentlest of things, this is the song i think about. guilt and regret and grief and a dose of hopelessness for good measure. while kaito knows who armagnac is and what he’s done in your au, it’s always been my impression that armagnac has the sense of being a bad, broken person entrenched in him.

basically -- he’s an essentially good person who has been forced to do awful things, and that takes a long, long time to untangle and recover from. poor broken-hearted boy. he has a lot of damage, and he doesn’t feel great about dragging kaito deeper into his mess, regardless of kaito’s willingness.

5. bury a friend -- billie eilish

what do you want from me? / why don't you run from me? / what are you wondering? / what do you know? / why aren't you scared of me? / why do you care for me?

for saguru and kaito...

my limbs all froze and my eyes won't close [...] when we all fall asleep, where do we go?

...and for armagnac and sherry.

6. mercy -- tv on the radio

this one is all for saguru. basically every line of it, lol. i tried relistening for a specific line and just -- all of them. but especially have mercy, love. kaito has a damaged fragile heart cupped in his hands.

7. tessellate -- ellie goulding

just a good sexy tune for having a dangerous lover.

8. little black submarines -- the black keys

mournful and melancholy but also goes so hard. i have seen this song performed in concert and the energy when the electric guitar comes in was incredible and intense as hell. this one is less for specific lyrics and more for the vibes of the yearning and intensity and grief and ENERGY. an unstoppable force, slowed but not halted. love it.

9. shark -- oh wonder

a song that’s all for sagukai, because they deserve to love and they deserve to be loved.

10. howlin’ for you -- the black keys

i think what i like best about this song is the implicit story about what kind of person the narrator is. not at all domesticated, not at all safe -- for everyone else, because the subject of the song could have them begging for scraps of attention. of course, kaito is affectionate to saguru (eventually), but there’s fun to be had in thinking about how kaito has a hold on saguru that neither of them ever could have anticipated.

11. put your money on me -- arcade fire

this song’s also here more for the vibes than the lyrics. fuck the odds -- i will win or die trying, you know?

12. what the water gave me -- florence + the machine

ah, this one. the big inspiration for it is virginia woolf’s suicide. i like the line about atlas -- oh poor atlas was a beast and a burden / you’ve been holding on a long time -- because oof, he sure has, and -- all this longing, and the ships are left to rust -- oh, he’s so alone that my heart could just crack in two.

and... i’m sure saguru’s had some very, very bad days. he’s starved for love, sure, but he hasn’t known security or safety, either. he’s baby.

13. secrets and lies -- ruelle

this one’s for kaito’s experience of saguru. all the grief and sorrow alongside the love and compassion.

14. queen of peace -- florence + the machine

never going to be able to break the association between this song and a good man who has been forced by love and circumstance to become a cold and ruthless strategist.

oh, what is it worth / when all that’s left is hurt?

15. stay alive --- josé gonzáles

one final song: a dream of comfort, safety, and healing. they’ll get there someday, no matter how impossible it feels. also, i like that it has vaguely mechanical and timepiece descriptions for presumably obvious reasons.

do whatever just to stay alive, of course, for armagnac, but dawn is coming, open your eyes, for the both of them.

#dcmk #hakuba saguru #armagnac au #dcmksecretsanta #fanmix

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drownedxvalkyrie · 4 years ago

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👑IN CLAIMING THRONES👑

(FULL TRANSCRIPT)

Chagrin Reavers Engravings

Mori Calliopes Motifs

Chagrin Reaver’s Engraving 1~~

Majestic menagerie imbued with stoic depravity

Sovereign desires envelop the pyre exalting sin in their ocular gravities

With gracious anxiety she weaves her limbs in hopes of cloaking the Invictus: Mori Calliope

Her hunger remised to hide her kiss within the vulgar pangs of truth’s eclipse

-MD

《《 Mori Calliopes Motif 1 》》

Carnality obnubilated in flickering candle's luminescent bliss.

Predilection declared in raspy breath's intertwined in moments to reminisce.

In coaxing cadence he embodies reviries beyond that which is surreal.

A muse he wishes to inspire delicious concupiscence her heart would rather conceal.

-LM

~~Chagrin Reaver’s Engraving 2~~

Obsidian textures clasp to rogue winds guiding his limbs to beckon forth the stifling flame of desires grin

In crafting laughter and timeless moments,

her cadence chases Autumns omen

he scours her traumas debris to clutch dearly what she labeled as broken components

As language leaves her lips, subtle truths slip,

Smudging one another with

shared counterpoints,

refusing to let their connection be dismissed

Moisture collects within her passions wellspring

As if to anoint her modesty through honesty...

as it quietly runs down her thigh...

her only jury...is the courtesy....

Of a silent drip

-MD

《《 Mori Calliopes Motif 2 》》

Their evocative yearnings come to fruition on urgent breathes of their tangled rapture.

Elements clash in antediluvian rituals of the unveiled flesh in salacious longings capture.

Languid and reckless clash as modest beseeching give way to quivering exigency.

Savoring the edge of crescendo after crescendo until her essence withers away from docility.

As Aphrodite's esoteric gaze marks her immutable commendation.

Fire will rekindle bewilderment, giving rise to passion's phoenix as the silent drip penetrates worldly foundations.

-LM

《《 Mori Calliopes Motif 3 》》

The unequivocal enchantment of her ambrosia inviting him to match Lucullan indulgements.

His unsheathed virility to worship his inamorata with deification to match Eros's lascivious ebullience.

Her teasing rhythm invoking his carnal entrancement as her velvet essence calls forth the sacral fires.

Their Dionysian symphony composed of his growl of satisfaction and her gasps of finality sheathing his will without fervor's conspire.

Together, they greet the constellations as perfervid vulnerability align in their paradises ecstasy.

Crashing back to limbs entwined they clutch and sooth as they seek to achieve again the daze that welcomed resplendency.

-LM

~~ Chagrin Reaver’s Engraving 3~~

Her vibrance steps towards his vanity,

against lamp lit walls silhouettes and shivering lips trade blows igniting passions calamity

Beads of exertion cascade from brow and back carving salvations tracks to fervently cast alliterated moments bearing witness to her prolific climax being mapped through the earth-shattering cracks in the madness...of the savagery in their humanity

Hands clasped, she softly gasps, hoping in vain to grasp control of her diaphragm’s surrender as she straddles him in exasperated laughter and basks in the rapturous stretch of feeling full while clamping firm in coming home....

to Virtue’s mandate they give condolence

For what they seek, they need no atonement..

all that was guarded, could never be stolen...

they are Fate’s apostles...and this is their “Romans”....

-MD

《《 Mori Calliopes Motif 4 》》

££ Final Illustration ££

This is no parable moralizing the rending winds of lust, rather their fleshly exploration leave them each enthroned.

These lovers two aren't tyrannized by cravings of hedonistic sybartism. Their assiduity ripples dualistic fantasy's waters like a skipping stone.

Devotion to every sultry curve and approbation of every needy gasp evince veneration to their divinity.

To define the essence of their humanity as "carnal malfactors" deserving of unyielding tempests is it's own blasphemy.

The reverberation of their warring amorous welding is what welcomed them to transcendancy.

For a God is emblazoned in her satisfaction-veiled eyes and a Goddess is rhapsodized in his fervid gaze, even when they lay dominating one another in serenity.

-LM

Chargrin Reavers Engraving 4:

~~Final Cartography~~

Embers flicker to the tempo of playfully placid rotations;

dipped in paraffin; anchored to her sacral salvation....

as if they were fulfilling their innocence through pelvic objectives explicitly thrashed by a chain of command....

with Revelry at the Helm—their mutual turncoat General....

and the spoils of Dogma’s Famine as it violently feasts on Ritual’s ravaged contraband....

Bedsheets begin to breathe, they welcome eagerly the calligraphy of

Passions Clergy—

in tandem,...they writhe in satisfaction’s grin....

shipwrecked somewhere off the coasts of Compassions bastion;

a Bastille wrought of carnal baptisms....

.....marooned on an island uncharted...of which caspian waves meets rhapsody’s rain in the vascular vacillation of ecstasy’s static cataclysms that take root in neurological nuclei and abdominal aftershock—radiating outward from cores left shivering......accounting for the landslide majority of its atmosphere....

Waves crash against their shared foreign breeze—thermonucleic tessellations find their rhythm in pentameter voltaic....as he cradles her confidence while she roughhoused his vulnerability...forming the dripping friction that’s planted its flag in the soil and sand of conviction....

Acidic conscription recruits those vilified, now sanctified, to testify....

As the lovers immortally deify the fluid trio alkaline— sanguine in creed....saline in belief.....and solvent in humanity.....

A marvel to bleeding beaches written in crimson ink of a quill beseeched....

They’re but a brazen and blinding beacon to all those whoever claimed to give a fuck...flying OR fighting....

and though she brings him a peace the likes of which only fire could sing....my God, do we fuck like we’re at war....

“ To which version do you ascribe?

The duality of irony’s reality, Memento Mori Calliope;

Or the fleeting dream of a fantasy that falls just out of reach?

Chagrin Reaver-Archdiocese

-MD

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#poetry #poem #writer #write #love #passion #lust #salacious #synonyms #collaboration #Mike Davidson #Author of Arsonists Manifesto #Soul Poet Society #sex is art #s.i.a #you are poetry #poetrys not dead #poets of tumblr

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denouae · 4 years ago

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what you don’t know can’t haunt you, @nouvelis: seojung.

the fears have long embedded themselves in his flesh. past skin, they have atrophied so thoroughly, spreading carcinogenic reveries. he cannot lie, the entire scheme has permeated into too many components of his being, to the point where living a fabricated life no longer felt as such. it comes so naturally with the passing years. all that he knows: the culture of opulence waiting to happen once the privileges once removed are to return. and for that, he was never ready. he’s always been adorning himself with the simple, humble honesty that even himself starts believing in them. he’s been living in them; it was comfortable, it was complacent. and when the chrysalis of comfort ruptures, nothing ever truly prepared him for it. it was supposedly seamless, the transition. typically, not many would object to the life in such luxe, falling into a state so despondent. it is not the case with jung uriel.

the gala attended last weekend was none other than a nightmare. the reinstallation of himself within the gilded circles he once departed from as a child, his name fading from their memories now replenished… he could not revert from it. he had known that his lover would be there too, their worlds now merging in ways that uriel wasn’t prepared for. there had been a myriad of forewarning flashing in his own mind, telling himself that the best way to go about it would be through the decent honesty towards his lover prior to this. he kept delaying, scared. he kept evading… and now that the day came and passed, he was left with the immersive laments, lacerating himself so deep he went home to the core of apgujeong again, hiding. seojung’s response during the party was underwhelming, almost, and that gnawed on uriel more than being confronted. the sarcasm lacing seojung’s words are now this threat for their nearly year-long relationship, carving worries… he wonders if seojung would be so wounded their breakup is pretty much tabled, so it takes him nearly a week before he can cease leaving seojung’s messages on read.

and those messages sitting on his kkt, they did not help sate his concerns, even when they’re beyond justified. seojung is arguably angered, or at the very least perplexed. a new friend, right. those messages needled into the nerves, for he did not know how to address those questions without speaking in person with his lover. and he promised himself he would in due time, when he is ready. today is the day of confronting all those latent dreads, the way seojung treating him like a stranger in the public expected, but detriment nonetheless. and he cannot even infer the meaning behind seojung’s questions from those texts either: is his name really jung uriel, is his lover really pak seojung? yes, and yes. but it matters naught, now. he cannot just confirm all those without elaborating on the background as to why it commenced to start with. for that, today’s date instills so much jitter within that uriel cannot help but shakes his legs in worries as he waits for seojung’s arrival.

in this private chamber rented based on the perks from… well, the ownership over the mother brand of this high-end restaurant, he cannot help but pursue and pervade his own trains of thoughts. it is a ring of fire, but if today is the end of their rather short-lived relationship in the case that seojung cannot accept such a colossal tessellate of lies, then so be it. uriel has braced for the worst at this point, the whole week of contemplation should suffice the mental breakdown. he doesn’t know how else to embrace the possibilities of sorrow, for this is all his fault. and for his fault, he is more than willing to make amend. but he doesn’t know how. doesn’t know what. he knows of what might cascade from the reinstatement, his father’s words final. and so, he can no longer hide behind the cloak of the simplicity. back to the world of spotlights, together with seojung, he knows it will complicate everything on top of their already veneered, fixated complexities.

clad in his expensive, personally tailored formal suit, now, he still feels out of place. he chose this place for the perks, still being somewhat reserved about his monetary decisions. the sense of belongingness absent, he’s constructed out of defense mechanism. everything that they had might crumble at any given moment. worst case scenarios carve imbibing fright, still, but there’s no backing off. when seojung comes, he doesn’t know how to smile, how to talk. greetings feel improper when he’s ignored seojung’s messages for the whole week. he’s ordered what seojung might like — the stacked knowledge on seojung’s impeccable taste in cuisines something that uriel did not manage to miss, the details of his beloved always of astonishing importance. “hi,” he awkwardly begins after seojung is seated. the room reserved for them, he ensures their privacy without a hitch. “sorry, i… took the liberty to order your food… and uh, sorry about the messages, too.”

under the table, his hands fidget. this reminds him of that stupor-ridden night again, inebriation a factor to determine their genesis, surprisingly so. now, he’s more than sober, exuding the charms that he should have since the beginning. he worries his lip between his teeth as he looks away from seojung, before compelling himself to look back at seojung. he cannot decipher seojung’s countenance at this point, mind clouded by his own doused panic. “just… to start with, i’ve… never lied about this relationship,” he swallows, finding how seojung’s eyes are now unsettling. “i truly do mean every single thing i have said to you, but… let me just… say that i’m sorry for lying so much… maybe too much.” he looks down, now. embarrassment creeps up his face, suffusing blood to his cheeks. “my name is still the same. my lover, too. i have not loved anyone this way as much as i do love you… so that, i promise you, is the truth.”

sighs, then. he discards the idea of the gaze as he’s too ashamed of meeting seojung in the eye, now. “i… uh. everything about my background is based on lies, i know, but i wanted to tell the truth to you face-to-face, so i’m sorry for not replying to any of your attempts to contact me.” rapid heartbeats, siphoned in the silence of the moment. “the truth… is that yes, i’m… not exactly the employee. i mean… i mean i was, but it was in this deal i have with my father. you see,” and sees his own hands, resting on his lap as they’re wrung together, “i… was meant to learn the ropes of the working world, and before that, i was meant to learn how to struggle, which made me the person that i am today. so that… too, isn’t a lie.” a lapse, almost disconcerting. “you met the genuine me. what’s different is how much money that i’m going to make, perhaps. it’s… i… don’t lie about my heart. my love. but if you think… this is too big of a lie, i would understand that this broken trust might… end our relationship.” and goodness, ruminating is one thing, enunciating is another. when his eyes water again, he’s taken down the memory lane. “my father… knows. about me, i mean. that i’m not going to be the son he wants me to be, so this deal is just… an unspoken way of him trying to accept me. it was absurd at first, but i want to… i want to just love whoever i want. and in this case… in this case, it’s you.”

#thr.#ver: v.#nouvelis #tw homophobia

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normal-horoscopes · 5 years ago

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Bodies rained from the ceiling.

What do you do with a corpse that can’t rot? With a body made of carbon-steel and silicate, veins full of preservatives that keep the flesh warm and the heart beating?

The space was massive. The air was hot. Embers drifted from the pools of molten metal far far below. It seemed to be the size of one of the standard megacity blocks, but through the constant shuttering of the freight tunnels that dotted the walls like stars the student saw into the back rooms of the factory. Leagues upon leagues of churning machinery, technology so old that the Student could not recognize it, all cocooned over each other like some impossible viper pit that shed in reverse, collecting skin after skin until its flesh was more dead than alive. Ancient articulated factory arms that ran on direct current wires and old aluminum-ion batteries, broken parts replaced with old carbon-fiber ones, themselves reinforced with nanite cores performing the endless constant labor of a thousand tiny repairs, and in time even those parts were replaced with the unmistakable dull sheen of carbonsteel. Old wires had been cut in favor of Q8 recievers, which themselves were now overgrown with synthetic bio-luminescent nerve tissue that had long rotted away, overtaken with the tessellating braids of a single necroindustrial nervous system. The arms worked incessantly, chopping and excising and suturing with the deft speed of an orb-weaver.

Coil upon coil of necrosynthetic nerve tissue penetrated everything. It punctured through the walls of the factory and strangled the old wires with its many fingers, pumping new impulses into them. It suffocated the old motors of and augurs, forming a negative of their function, a mold, and simply waiting for them to fail. Waiting to replace them with any combination of dead muscle and metal that it deemed fit. It spilled over the catwalks and shop floors forming a forest of grey stalacmites, each point wreathed in skulls, their mouths and eyes overflowing with greying wires, rotting brains re-purposed into grim wireless relays.

Cargo drakes, huge and black, emblazoned with a faded, unreadable insignia, descended from freight tunnels carrying train cars full of corpses with their rear talons, the rhythmic beating of their four wings and massive rotors matched only by the roar of their propulsion turbines. The Student watched them pause and preen with their foretalons as the huge cars were upended into the body pits, sending another cascade of corpses into the throng below, she noticed the scars on their underbellies. Their guns had been clipped.

Surveyors stalked the body pits. They closely resembled the one that the Student had encountered in the recycling center during her incursion into Teleth Thadeyn, but these were evidently a newer model. They strode through the morbid harvest, all four arms working independently to conduct a grisly orchestra as it carefully selected bodies by some unknown set of criteria, and hurled them with mechanical accuracy into the nearby chutes. Humanoids escorted the Surveyors on their duties, carrying long tools of an unknown function that they would occasionally thrust into a corpse before moving on.

A squadron of ore drones passed overhead, their bellies full of white-hot metal. Rotors buzzing as their lumbering frames turned to face the travelers, huge compound eyes blinking slowly at the passing oddities. Stubby legs twitched in apparent interest. The squadron nearly came to a dead halt until another strange humanoid, baring what the Student assumed to be mechanical wings, inaudibly urged them on.

The Teacher gestured at the humanoid in the distance and raised an eyebrow at her Student as if to say “Are you impressed?”, which was quite the feat, owing to the Teachers lack of eyebrows.

The Student responded by looking flat, and puzzled.

As if it was an explanation, the teacher offered: “They’re one of mine.”

#amber skies #cw body horror #cw death

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