#he usually gets the lipstick or jewellery from those dreams

[encrucijada]

lipstick is included within the bounds of "dreamthings". aka adam sometimes wakes up with blue lip prints on him from... 😏

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adam beating a dream half to death with a crowbar as an interrogation method

[47-shades-of-hitman]

Twelve days of Agent 47 | Day 2

Day 2 - Home for Christmas

[Originally posted here]

[12 days Masterlist]

You visit your parents for the holidays and assure 47 of some things.

Warnings: Implied sex

Agent 47 straightened his tie, fingering the silk of the accessory admiringly. He found it most endearing that you had picked it out for him with so much love and care.

The silver cufflinks looked wonderful on his sleeves, and combined with the shimmering pin on his new tie, it was a complete different look from what he was used to. He looked sleeker, even more elegant than usual.

You appeared on the doorstep of the bedroom, abashed by the handsome appearance of your lover in front of you. It was surprising how often the sight could still take your breath away. Fiddling with the skirt of your dress, you mused a soft: “How do I look?”

47 looked away from the mirror to face you, and his heart leapt in his chest. The colour of your knee-length dress matched the colour of his forest green tie perfectly, being the exact shade, as if it had been made out of the same material. And then, the jewellery he had gifted you. You were picture-perfect – still, to him, you always were, jewellery or not.

“Absolutely beautiful.” he said, his voice warm and laced with a sincere tone reserved purely for you. You smiled softly and stepped towards him, laying a hand on his smooth cheek, rubbing at his jaw gently.

“So do you.” you sighed. “Are you ready to go?”

“Whenever you are.” he replied.

You pressed your crimson-painted lips to his and you giggled upon pulling back and finding them stained with your lipstick. You thumbed it away and gleamed up at him.

“I’m just so happy that we finally get to celebrate Christmas with all of my family.”

Saying it out loud made you realize that the pair of you hadn’t seen your family for such a long time, let alone together.

You were the oldest out of three and your siblings were way further on the area of relationships – your brother Daniel had welcomed a second baby with his wife about three months ago, and your sister Maisie had recently engaged herself to her girlfriend. Being the oldest, you would get bombarded with questions about when 47 and you were going to tie the knot, but you had learned to let those questions slip off of you.

Heading to the hall, you fetched your coat. Agent 47 donned his and grabbed the car keys off the dresser near the door. Upon your way outside, 47 halted you by putting a hand on your arm. “There’s some lipstick on your…” he pointed at your cheek and you quickly brushed it away. He mused a soft ‘no’ when you asked him if it was gone, and he rubbed his index finger over your skin.

The gesture made you blush and you thanked him. Finally making way to the car, you stepped outside in the crisp snow, feeling it creak under your heels.

“You’re looking ravishing, 47.” you breathed as you sat down in the shotgun seat, fastening your seatbelt.

“Well, I do have to look good if I’ve got such a gorgeous girlfriend. Those are the rules.”

The flirty comment was unusual and caused your heart to crawl into your throat. You flushed almost as red as your lipstick.

“Oh, you’re being sappy.”

He quirked a rare smile and drove off.

The trip to your parents normally took roughly half an hour, but thanks to the snow, it took ten minutes longer. It was already becoming dark outside when 47 pulled up into the driveway.

He turned off the engine and the pan with leftover stew you had placed in between your legs on the floor of the car rattled a bit as the engine's soft vibrating ceased. You put a hand on his thigh and softly squeezed.

Behind the doors of your parents’ home, his name was Tobias Rieper. He was ten years younger than he actually was, because otherwise your parents would question his outstanding physique and lack of aging on his face. And for his work, he was a spokesperson for a prominent company, hence why he had to travel so much and why he was rarely home.

Who knew what your parents would think if they found out that you had invited an assassin into your home and bed five years ago…

He put his hand on yours and squeezed it just as tight – a final reassurance right before entering.

Getting out of the car, you grabbed the pan and was greeted with a creak of hinges – the front door stood open, welcoming and bright like it always had been, whenever you needed anything.

The scent of food flooded your senses and your nephew soon stood at your feet, hugging your legs tightly.

“Auntie (Y/n)!”

“Hey there, Jules!” you greeted the four-year-old boy, “Look at you, in that fancy suit!”

He shyly giggled up at you. “Did Santa bring you presents, too?”

“Of course,” you said, “Uncle Tobias is grabbing them from the trunk. Why don’t you go say hi to him? I’m going to bring this food to granny now, okay?”

He didn’t answer you, instead running over to 47, who was already holding a bag filled with carefully wrapped presents. You smiled as you heard Jules happily greeting his uncle whilst you headed to the kitchen. You felt at peace upon seeing your mother checking on the turkey and you placed the pan onto the stove gingerly.

“Hey, ma.” you greeted, and she put her hand on her heart, as your sudden arrival had spooked her a little. Sharing a home with a hitman had made you almost forget that your footsteps were quiet – at least to ordinary people.

“Oh, sweetie, you startled me.” “I’m sorry ma.” She hugged you tightly and you inhaled her familiar scent, something you missed quite often if you were being honest.

“You look beautiful. Oh, and your necklace! It brings out your eyes beautifully!”

A bashful smile tugged at your lips. “Thank you, ma. You look dashing yourself!”

She waved her hand in the air. “Oh, stop it, you!” Your mother wore the same dress she had been wearing on Christmas day for the past thirty-five years, at least as far as you remembered. You had never seen her in a different fancy dress, but you didn’t mind. It made you nostalgic, if anything.

Agent 47 appeared next to you and your mother smiled at him. “Oh, Tobias! How have you been, darling?”

She embraced him and he awkwardly hugged her back. “Ah, I’ve been wonderful, thank you Mrs (L/n).”

“How often do I have to keep saying it? It’s Guinevere. You’ve been part of the family for long enough!” She patted him on the nose with the back of the wooden ladle she was holding, soon turning back to her pans. 47 shared an unsure look with you, but you could only smirk in amusement.

“You two go check on your siblings, alright? I believe little Tilly has just awoken. She has been sleeping in pa’s arms so cutesy, really (Y/n), you need to see the pictures!”

“Of course!” you laughed, taking 47’s hand and leading him to the living room. The fireplace was blazing brightly and your brother was just keeping Jules well away from it when you entered.

“Hey everybody, Merry Christmas!”

“(Y/n)!” your sister Maisie cheered, leaving her fiancée’s side to hug you tight. “You two are looking like a dream!”

She gave 47 a quick hug – he wasn’t one for physical contact and she knew that. Maisie’s lover Charlotte stood and greeted you too, albeit a bit unnaturally. She was still a bit shy around you, even though she had been around for two years now.

After greeting everyone, your mother called everyone around the table. With the growing family, it had been expanded with a small table on the side of it, where Jules sat with his mother Sarah, so she could keep an eye on both him and the baby.

On the menu was turkey, salad, mashed potatoes, and a whole lot of other things you absolutely loved. Under the table, your hand rested on 47’s lap, squeezing his leg every so often to remind him that you were aware of his presence despite your small-talk with your family.

As you had expected, the subject of marriage came onto the table quite soon, seeing as your mother became entirely engrossed in the silver engagement ring around Charlotte’s finger – and it didn’t take long for her to divert her attention to your relationship with 47.

“Say, (Y/n), what do you think of the ring?”

“I think it’s pretty.” you said, talking a sip of wine.

“Wouldn’t you like one of your own, then?”

You sighed mentally and shrugged. “Tobias doesn’t need to give me a ring to prove to me that he loves me.” 47 hummed out a pleasant sound that made your toes tingle, soft enough to be heard only by you. “He does it through different ways.”

Your sister whistled through her teeth, smirking, and it made your mother a bit flustered. “Oh, Maisie, you’re thirty years old, grow up!”

You laughed lightly, shaking your head. “It’s alright, ma.” 47’s hand came to rest atop yours and you turned your palm so that you could intertwine your fingers. “I just love him for who he is. A ring won’t make a difference in that.”

It was true – time and time again, you had proven that you loved him unconditionally. And if 47 eventually decided to put an official title to it, sealing your relationship with marriage, than you’d take it with both hands.

But for now, this was all you ever wanted, and even more than that.

[ohhophelie]

ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Name: Ophélie Evangeline Redgrave

Nickname: O, Fee

Birthday: 31 July 1992

Age: 28

Gender: Female.

Place of Birth: London, United Kingdom

Places Lived Since: London, United Kingdom; Saint-Malo, Ille-et-Vilaine, France

Current Residence: Kensington, London, United Kingdom

Nationality: British & French

Parents: Lambert & Sérephine Redgrave, née Callac

Grandparents: Harold Redgrave (grandfather, paternal, deceased)  Hélène de Broglie (grandmother, paternal, deceased) Aurélien Callac (grandfather, maternal) Ophélie Hervé (grandmother, maternal)

Aunts & Uncles: Charlotte, Georgina Redgrave (aunts, paternal) Anita Acton (aunt, paternal)

Number of Siblings: Three brothers; Sébastian Redgrave (38), Arnaud Redgrave (36), Gaël Redgrave (32)

Relationship With Family: Ophélie is closest to Gaël, her other two brothers see her mostly as the family fuck up although they all feel somewhat protective of her as the youngest. This was particularly meaningful during the wild years of her teens when an attention starved Ophélie might find herself in places or situations she was likely too young for, they were mostly all still at home and willing to come collect her from wherever and keep her secrets from their parents. Her father has always been distant, she sometimes fears he’d rather forget she existed. Her mother is overbearing and critical - after three boys she thought Ophélie was at long last the daughter who’d belong only to her, a little doll to shape as she wished. She was very wrong.

Happiest Memory: The freedom and acceptance she finally found in university, the Christmas and New Years she spent with Gaël in New York when spent a year at NYU.  

Childhood Trauma: oh boy - see this answer HERE

PHYSICAL:

Height: 5'4”

Weight: 110lbs.

Build: Slim - some might say too skinny

Hair Color: Blonde.

Usual Hair Style: loose curls, a careless, practiced ease. Sometimes she wears it up if she's bored enough, high ponytail when she runs

Eye Color: Blue.

Glasses? Contacts?: Neither.

Style of Dress/Typical Outfit(s): Expensive as fuck - if she had to choose a ‘style’ it would be classic. She isn’t conservative in the least bit, but she also isn’t one to go into more out there fashions - that is Gaël lane. She tends to favor dresses and skirts and more feminine looks. Ophélie caught in jeans is a very rare Ophélie. When she is home alone she is usually wearing a thin robe or some form of lingerie/pjs  

Typical Style of Shoes: Ophélie does not like to wear shoes. However, given that going barefoot is usually frowned upon in society, she can usually be found in heels that match whatever she may be wearing. If she is very close with someone she will take her shoes off the moment she enters their home, and at her own flat can always be found barefoot.

Jewellery? Tattoos? Piercings?: She has both of her earlobes pierced, as expected. At one point she had a cartilage piercing, but she long ago forgot to keep it open. Unbeknownst to her mother and most of her family, she has both of her nipples pierced. Ophélie will say to anyone who knows that these are her favorite piercings. She has a tattoo of a scorpion on the nape of her neck. Everyday jewellery includes a heavy men’s watch that belonged to her grandfather, whatever earrings she fancies on any given day, as well as rings. The one ring she wears at all times is made up of three interlocking circles - when she is anxious or focusing on something Ophélie spins this around her finger.

Scars: She has a scar on her shin from falling off a horse as a child. The most recent additions include a thin line across her chest/sternum and a nearly perfect large C in the center of her back - she plans on adjusting that soon.

Unique Mannerisms/Physical Habits: When she is focusing, Ophélie will twist her ring around her finger. She has the tendency to curl her hands into fists and dig her nails into her palms. She also chews on her bottom lip, which has caused a significant investment in longwear lipstick.

Athleticism: Ophélie grew up playing tennis with her brother Gaël and got into running in her teens. She never does any actual races mostly because she couldn’t be bothered and also way too many people near her. It’s mostly a way for her to focus her own mind/punish her body.

Health Problems/Illnesses: She absolutely has an eating disorder from the unrealistic expectations of her mother when she was growing up. It is something she has struggled with most of her life that her friends are likely unaware of. Ophélie also has undiagnosed ADHD, PTSD, addiction issues that are yet to be explored.

INTELLECT:

Level of Education: BSc in Politics and Philosophy from LSE - it wasn’t exactly what she wanted to study but a compromise that got her parents off her back. If possible she’d want to go back to school for linguistics or art history.

Languages Spoken: English & French natively, Spanish fluently. Functionally fluent in Italian, a lingering understanding of Latin from prep school. She has a very good ear for languages and dialects and can pick them up quickly.

Level of Self-Esteem: Fluctuates between “I hate myself I’m such a bitch” and “I love myself I’m such a bitch.” No in between.

Gifts/Talents: Very good at languages and remembering things she’s heard if she cares enough to focus, weirdly good at crossword puzzles if she has the patience, has the ability to come off as unthreatening and use it to manipulate people.

Mathematical?: Hell no, she absolutely cheated her way through math and she is not at all sorry about it.

Makes Decisions Based Mostly On Emotions, or On Logic?: Emotions, particularly whims. She does have a vindictive streak and while that is based on emotions she can adapt logic to her purposes is.

Life Philosophy: live fast die young bad girls do it well. No joking, she doesn’t really have one or doesn’t like to consider it, but if we had to define it, somewhere along the lines of ‘never let them see you cry’ IDK TBD

Religious Stance: Was raised Anglican, not really about it. Enjoys the art and melodrama of the catholic church.

Cautious or Daring?: Daring, boarding on reckless, she has the arrogant privilege of the very wealthy, that they are untouchable and almost immortal.

Most Sensitive About/Vulnerable To: Her mother, people trying to lessen her or force her to be something she is not, her eating disorder/body image

Optimist or Pessimist?: says she's an optimist, mostly because she doesn’t let herself project any other way; deep down is def a pessimist mostly out of self preservation and years of building up armor

Extrovert or Introvert?: Extrovert.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Current Relationship Status: fucking her way through the french bros/leadership

Sexual Orientation: bisexual in that she is attracted to all beautiful women and men who are older, dangerous, and low key damaged.

Past Relationships: Only real/serious relationship was with Charles Jameson (alexa play champagne problems by taylor swift)

Primary Reason For Being Broken Up With: being caught cheating whoops

Primary Reasons For Breaking Up With People: boredom, afraid of getting to close

Ever Cheated?: yep, and if not for the way he reacted she might actually feel guilty about it.

Been Cheated On: not that she knows of

Level of Sexual Experience: very high and no she will not be slutshamed thank you very much

Story of First Kiss: A boy she met while staying with her grandmother in France. She was 11 and kissed him on a dare.

Story of Loss of Virginity: She’d just turned 14 but told him she was older, it was mediocre at best but she loved the rush of power she felt when she turned him down the next time.

A Social Person?: Very - she literally wouldn’t be able to do her job so well if she wasn’t. Plus shes a slut for attention and once you cross the threshold between casual friends and very close friends - she’s loyal as fuck.

Most Comfortable Around: Paul for sure, although she feels safe and comfortable with most of the frenchies she knows well - Noa, Laurent, Guillaume, Delphine, Sofie - its Paul she goes to first, her ride or die bitch. Outside of the French she feels comfortable around Spencer, shockingly, and within the family it's only Gaël who she feels she can even be remotely herself around.

Oldest Friend: Camilla Berkeley, her brother Gaël. Most of the people she knew through grade school and her teens she grew bored of or dropped for Paul and the French.

How Does She Think Others Perceive Her?: Dancing right on the knife’s edge between hot and hot mess; a fuck up; shallow and vain. For those who know her well she often fears they think she might be stupid or reckless, not as devoted as she actually is.

How Do Others Actually Perceive Her?: Literally dancing right on the knife’s edge between hot and hot mess. Those closest to her often think she’s smarter than she herself does, hopefully they also value and recognize her deep loyalty. All should think she's a great time.

SECRETS:

Life Goals: To be happy and find something and someone that makes her happy.

Dreams: That she will stop letting the negligence and cruelty of her parents - mostly mother, hurt her. That she will matter to someone, be loved and wanted for exactly who she is and not who they think she should be or who she pretends to be.

Greatest Fears: Being abandoned by those she loves,  being hurt by those who should care for her, never being seen for who she is. Horses - she had a bad fall as a child and doesn’t trust them.

Most Ashamed Of: The walls she builds out of self preservation, lying to her brother when he only wants to help her.

Secret Hobbies: Puzzles - the more pieces and complex the better. It isn’t really that much of a secret because there is usually one in progress on the unused dining room table. Collecting first editions of her favorite books - it's a secret because she is usually too impatient to find a better deal or negotiate and will literally pay whatever the seller asks for it, usually above what it is worth.

Crimes Committed (Was she caught? Charged?): She has never been caught or charged, but possession with intent to distribute multiple illegal drugs, selling said drugs for organized crime. There was also that one time that she may or may not have led a man to his death, which although she has done her best to block this memory, would likely make her an accessory to murder.

DETAILS/QUIRKS:

Night Owl or Early Bird?: Both really,  but that's the insomnia and stimulant usage.

Light or Heavy Sleeper?: light sleeper when she’s alone, heavy if she’s sleeping with someone she trusts

Favorite Animal: penguins

Favorite Foods: strawberries, champagne,

Least Favorite Food: anything mint

Favorite Book: The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

Least Favorite Book: any of the myriad of self help books well meaning psychiatrists have suggested

Favorite Movie: Heathers, Jurassic Park  

Least Favorite Movie: emotional porn - aka any movie specifically designed to make you cry without any profound or complicated themes other than ‘life is short’

Favorite Song: Kyoto by Phoebe Bridgers

Favorite Sport: she’s a tennis bitch for sure

Coffee or Tea?: coffee although she does like tea

Crunchy or Smooth Peanut Butter?: Ophélie is allergic to peanuts rip  

Type of Car She Drives: lol no one let this bitch drive

Lefty or Righty?: Left

Favorite Color: the champagne sheer of the sun pushing through the curtains in an early morning, baby pink of her favorite peonies, rich red velvet of box seats at the opera, the soft golden grey of art museum marble floors.

Cusser?: Yep - but controls it around her family because she doesn't have the patience or stamina for the lecture/scandal it would cause her mother.

Smoker? Drinker? Drug User?: Never smokes, drinks pretty often, regular cocaine use since her teens, a more recent venture into pills.

Biggest Regret: Letting it go on so long with Charles, the fact that she still lets her mother’s cruelty hurt her, not going to school for what she actually was interested in.

Pets: two italian greyhounds named Pogo & Banana

[jeonggukingdom]

mots démoniaques, 4 | hiraeth

❖ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

❖ Genre:  [mythological!AU, demon!AU] | Angst, Smut, Romance

❖ Summary:  You can sense from miles away the sin that dances on his tongue, the words that he so loves to shape into sinister thoughts and morph into sickening outcomes aimed at tainting and wrecking all things mundane and innocent. Kim Taehyung - a voice of honey and features of a cherub - is nothing but a monster. He has lived millenniums, yet, he has never found such a fascinating creature as you are and polluting your very being has slowly become his entire life motive.

❖ Word Count:  1.602 words

❖ Prompt Word: hiraeth

❖ AN: The Amanojaku is a small demon that finds its roots in the Japanese folklore. Everything besides his name and his power - aka the ability to instigate people into wickedness with his words - is entirely the fruit of my own imagination and doesn’t have anything to do with the original myth.

❖  WARNINGS: mentions of blood, mental breakdown.

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The Welsh call it hiraeth—this crippling emotion of longing and loss over something that used to be and does not exist any longer.

You call it madness.

Because what you miss was never true, not a single bit of it and yet, here you are, sitting at your vanity with void eyes staring right back at you.

It is impossible to conceal the dark circles under your eyes, to mask the redness that days of tears have caused, to hide the chipped lips and bit down nails.

All the pain you felt inside your heart for the past few years has decided to come up and show itself to the entire world.

Your bottom lip trembles and you close your eyes, willing the tears back with all your might, even at the cost of chocking on every single one of them.

You have to get up, you have to keep on moving and prove him he can’t break you, no matter how hard he comes at you, hits you with his sickening lies and dirty little games.

I am stronger than you, you think to yourself and, truthfully, you do try.

Every single day you get up, you shower, you eat a little and get yourself inside your clothes ready to leave and yet, in the past few days, leaving the safety of your own four walls has turned into a task harder than it ever was.

And still, so stupidly, your heart keeps missing him.

You miss his sweet smile, his shining eyes, his sweet scent, the feeling of his curly blond hair between your fingertips, the sensation of his thin lips on your supple flesh, his characteristic laugh and the way he’d snuggle into you at any given moment, ready to cuddle with you until you both fell asleep.

You miss his voice, especially first thing in the morning or right before going to bed. 

Hell, you miss everything about him. 

But he, he was never real.

The man you loved, the life you built together, all the lovely words he spoke, those things, they were all lies.

And yet, oh so stubbornly, your heart belongs to him still, proving itself to be a proper masochist, seeking the hurt to make sure it keeps beating hard against your ribcage.

A shaky breath escapes your mouth as you tilt your head towards the left, your trembling hand reaching out to seek a pair of earrings to adorn your ears with, desperately trying to mask the hurt with your usual appearance and attire.

In the past few days you tried really hard to put back on the perfect mask you built for yourself in the last few years but every single time there was something, even the smallest thing, turning all your efforts into ashes.

At first, there was that god-awful video of you making a spectacle of yourself at the club; then it was a Facebook notification about a photo you shared on the site five years ago sporting you and Taehyung still madly in love, all shiny eyes and deep smiles.

Today, that fatal drop filling the dyke to the breaking point comes in the form a white golden ring.

Stuffed underneath all of your jewellery, the ring has been hidden there for years now, tucked away from your eyes because what is it that they say, out of sight out of mind?

Yet somehow this morning, your fingers brush against its cold surface, close around it and bring it in front of your face in all of its taunting glory.

Taehyung’s black eyes seem to reflect in the onyx nestled in the centre of the ring and just like that, you are thrown in a distant past where you had been truly happy, where things were easy and there was only love fueling your life.

The tears come rushing down your face before you can stop them and gulp them all down. They come flooding down like pouring rain and just like in a storm, soon come the thunders in the form of your desperate sobs.

Your body shakes and aches with the violence of your despair spilling out of you in all of its grandness.

Today is another failure and amidst all that sadness and hurt and hunger, guilt and self-hatred and self-pity emerge, cutting your breath in half.

Your hands tremble and so do your legs as you stand up from your seat and take an unsteady step backwards.

You hate everything today: him, yourself, your life, the entire world.

A scream erupts from your dry and chapped lips and you lounge forward in an outburst, incapable of controlling this red madness any longer.

All the pretty perfume bottles, all the little pieces of jewellery, the make-up brushes and the lipsticks, they all come tumbling down as you shove them to the ground.

You want to break everything, turn it as ugly and damaged as you feel and that is why you do not stop, not even for a second, until the whole room has turned into utter chaos.

At last, you stare back at that stupid mirror. Your eyes are swollen, turned an angry red, your lips are trembling and your cheeks are deeply lined by dried tears and you hate that this is you, that that person staring back at you is yourself, morphed and mutilated by something supposedly so simple and beautiful as love.

You grab the little chair and with all your might, you throw it onto the glass, laughing as it breaks into a million pieces, giving you back a distorted image of yourself.

That, is what you are. Shattered.

A whimper escapes your lips as you drag yourself around the now-silent apartment, the pain of stepping on the shards of glass barely registering in your mind just like the blood, following your every step up to the bed.

You crawl back inside the dirty sheets and close your eyes wishing for sleep to embrace you once more and bring you away from all of this. Maybe if you sleep long enough everything will fix itself?

Your eyes open but the room is completely held in darkness. There is not a single sound inside the apartment aside from your breath and yet, you can sense it. There is someone there with you.

“Tae?” Your voice is hoarse, sounding as broken as you feel and filled with a hope you should not be feeling.

Yet, when he comes out of the darkness, your heart leaps inside your chest, your lungs open and allow more air to fill them as if he were the very lymph cursing through your body.

“Baby, what’s wrong? What happened?”

His voice is soft as he reaches you to sit on the edge of the bed, close enough for you to be able to inhale his sweet scent. He looks troubled, worried even.

“I miss you,” you pathetically voice out with a whimper and you watch his eyebrows turn up in mild surprise before his eyes fill with sorrow and regret.

“I’m right here baby,” he says and his fingers delicately brush your head, they play with your hair as he used to do whenever you were upset or tired or sick.

It still feels nice, hell, it feels normal, just like it used to be.

And that is why you realize this must be a dream. This is not the real Taehyung, this is the man you fell in love with but he doesn’t really exist.

A small smile tugs on your lips nevertheless because if this is really a dream then it means anything is possible. 

In here, he can be real, he can still be in love with you and he can be here for you, for as long as you need him to be.

“Can you hug me, please?”

You look up to him, hope filling you whole as you stare into his eyes. 

They are chocolate brown tonight, warm and filled with affection, just like you remembered them to be.

Without uttering a single word, Taehyung slips under the covers to lie down next to you and then, he guides your body towards his so that he can embrace you tightly to his chest, rest his chin above your head and whisper sweet nothings inside your ears.

His perfume fills your senses as you tilt your head a little upward so that you can nestle it right in the crook of his neck.

The warmth of his body feels so real it almost breaks your heart all over again.

“It’s ok, baby,” he says, kissing your head as he hugs you even tighter to his chest, “I’m here now, everything is going to be alright.”

“Tae?” You whisper, closing your eyes and hugging him back in fear he may disappear soon if you don’t keep him there with you with the sheer strength of your hands.

“Yeah?”

“Please don’t leave me.”

A few seconds tick by in utter silence and for a moment, you fear his response. You hold your breath as your heart misses a beat and you expectantly look up, scared he might turn into smoke soon.

“I won’t.” He says, his voice trembling as he does so, “I promise.”

A smile tugs on your lips and you let your eyes close once more, basking in the sensation of having him like this after such a long time.

This is just a dream, you remind yourself and maybe it is sad that this is the happiest you have been in months but, it is all you have left.

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[xathia-89]

“It’s okay, you can leave”

This was a prompted idea on discord from @mineko811 . Please enjoy. 

No warnings required for once! 

Mai was applying the last strokes her mascara as she leant towards the mirror on her dressing table. It was her best friend’s birthday weekend, and it had been forever since the ‘girls’ had the chance to go out like they were. It was the first night out since she had gotten married to Kenshin, and it was a strictly ‘girls only’ policy, mostly to stop those friends who were single from feeling pushed out. A kiss at her neck made Mai jump, and nearly poke her eye out with the wand. “Kenshin,” she lightly scolded, leaning closer to the lights to make sure she hadn’t smudged mascara all over her cheek. “You could have timed that worse, and much better,” she laughed, tidying her make up away. “You looked too good to resist,” he murmured, his mismatched eyes meeting with hers in the mirror. He was fighting his inner demons, he was a possessive man by all means, but he wanted nothing more than to see how much she could smile. He was staying at home, a couple of his friends coming over for drinks and take out, while she was hitting the clubs. Mai always knew what in fashion and what suited her. His fingers trailed over her exposed back, his eyes following the path taken as his wife watched with slightly bated breath. Mai was unaware that her friends had a bet on that Kenshin would either refuse to let Mai out, dress her in something very modest and covering or would end up tailing them under the guise of it being a lad’s night out as well. 

“Kenshin?” She gently spoke, breaking the spell and felt him freeze. “I need to get dressed,” she smiled, making sure to look him in the eyes in the reflection. Her dress was hanging on the outside of the wardrobe, a bodycon dress that appeared modest from the front, but she knew that despite how good she looked in it as Mai slipped it on, Kenshin was probably going to demand that she change or something.

There was a beautiful tattoo across her shoulder blades that this dress would show off perfectly. It wasn’t that often that anyone but Kenshin had the chance to admire the art, and she had paid enough for the tattoo. Mai glanced over her shoulder in the mirror, and it was an almost perfect frame. Her friends had said they wished they could see it in all its glory instead of just through photos. The grey dress was a bodycon skirt to her lower thighs, and the top was loose material from her shoulders to waist with some floaty sleeves to her elbows. The show stopper came when she turned around, and her shoulder blades and back weren’t covered. It hadn’t been the most straightforward of relationships. Kenshin loved Mai, he adored her and wanted to lock her up and make sure she was continually safe. But that didn’t make her happy, which was what had finally convinced him to let her live her life. It had been a lot of involvement from outsiders, and it had taken a lot of talking and work from both sides to get to this point in their lives. It didn’t help that Kenshin was a glamorous model and his work would take him away for any stint of time, leaving Mai to look after herself. He didn’t like it, and there was usually a stipulation in his contracts now for anything longer than a week that Mai would be flown out as well. His manager found that Mai had a better handle on him than anyone else, and if any firm or magazine questioned it, then they were invited to talk to other models instead. Mai still remembered when she was allowed to tell her friends who she was dating. The excitement didn’t last long. Girl nights became a thing without her because Kenshin wanted her at his side. So she obliged him, at first. Delicately sliding the hooped earring through her pierced ears, Mai smiled. Then looked down at her jewellery box, which was overflowing with items, from the period when Kenshin was trying to do anything to keep her smiling whilst refusing to let her out of the apartment. Diamonds caught the light and sparkled brightly, as she quickly packed the box away. She had a bracelet on that Kenshin had spotted in France for her, despite all of her voiced requests that she didn’t need any more gifts from him. To see him return safely was the only present she wanted. Mai worked as a fashion designer, which is how they had met. Though she had been at the bottom of the chain when Kenshin had spotted her, and Mai couldn’t deny that he had definitely assisted in her career taking off. Though she rarely left Kyoto, outside of her husband’s demands, which her company were only always too eager to comply with in an attempt to ensure that he would model for them in the future. Her stomach was curled up in nerves as she checked the tiny buckles of her heels around her ankles. Her friends were so excited to see her, and to let her hair down after a tough few weeks at work was more than welcome. To have a few drinks and lots of dancing with her friends. It sounded like heaven. So why did it feel like she was carrying a rock in her stomach as she reapplied a coat of pale lipstick before slipping the tube into her clutch handbag, the sound of her keys, phone and some money jingling about in it. Mai frowned, she couldn’t understand her loitering and hesitation to go out to the living room. She knew that Shingen and Yukimura had already arrived, and Sasuke was probably on his way as well, and none of them would let Kenshin overreact. Even if they had to pin him down and shove her out of the door at the same time. She took a deep breath and told herself off. She was going out with her friends for a good time. She wasn’t going to be unfaithful, and any guy who laid a hand on her would know about it since she’d taken up some self-defence classes with Kenshin frequently being absent. The living room fell silent the second she appeared in view, and all eyes were on her. Shingen was on the move before anyone realised and spun Mai around delicately. It let Kenshin appreciate the full view of his wife before the blond came over and snatched her out of his touch. Mai’s laugh was a song to him, and he buried his head into the crook of her neck, smelling her perfume as though it was to be the last time they saw each other. “You look so beautiful,” Kenshin stepped back again and gave the gesture with his finger for Mai to spin slowly for him. His eyes widened as her back was exposed to him, showing the majestic tattoo in all of its glory before she was facing him again. “Kenshin?” Mai looked concerned, and Shingen and Yuki were already prepared to distract the man. “It’s okay, you can leave,” her husband smiled. “You look so beautiful that you took my thoughts away and I wanted to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming.” A gleeful smile and the weight in her stomach had gone. She looked radiant now she wasn’t tied up with worries, and a soft kiss to her husband’s lips. “I won’t be late,” she called out over her shoulder with a smile. “Stay safe, and let me know if you want picking up from anywhere,” Kenshin corrected Mai before she blew him a kiss and left out of the front door. He turned around to find both of his friends looking slightly stumped. “What?” “You’ve really grown,” Shingen turned all fatherly, his arm now around Kenshin’s shoulders with a proud expression on his face. “You wouldn’t have let her out showing that much skin before.” “She looks amazing; why should I make her change?” The model huffed. “Just because it’s not for me doesn’t mean I have to cover her up. She looks too beautiful for that.” “I will never understand you,” Yukimura grumbled, going to open some beers and the sake.

[chokedecho]

( LEE TAEMIN. QUEER. ) Rumor has it that ( WILHELM ‘BELL’ VON ) has been spotted skulking around  New York City streets recently. ( HE ) is a ( 23 ) year old ( VAMPIRE. ) They have a good reputation for being ( INDOMITABLE & LOYAL, ) but have also been known to be rather ( CALCULATED & BRAZEN. ) They’re known for being the ( COQUETTE. ) 

JAMIE, 24, GMT, THEY/THEM. please...... feed me plots...... love meme..... but also be gentle i’m overwhelm.... ヽ(◕﹏◕)ﾉ

TL;DR

bell is very new. he is a very new vampire & he hasn’t had a guiding hand or anyone pointing him in the right direction, so he’s a bit of a mess.

he was turned less than a year ago, here in NYC, but ran from the city when he found himself alone & scared. he’s been trying to figure himself out in distant cities since, but he’s found himself back here upon realising he needs to know answers from the person who made him the way that he is.

in his human life he was born & raised in germany, an orphan, so he has an accent and can occasionally struggle with finding his words, but for the most part he’s entirely fluent in english. 

he’s travelled and been on the move since he was old enough to leave the orphanage.

he’s been a criminal most his life, and he’s been a bit addicted to danger and seeking it out; it’s no wonder he ended up in a situation like this given the company he chose to keep and the places he hung around. 

he’s lustful in every sense of the word. it’s kicked into overdrive now, and he doesn’t know how to control himself or any of it ( which he hates ).

he has a cold tone, a sharp bite, a neutral expression; he seems apathetic at best, but when that devilish smile makes an appearance, you know you’re fucked.

give him friends please? he loves.... frens..... he’s so loyal ok and affectionate he just needs a place to put it all. he isn’t even hard to befriend so long as you don’t hear him being all  (ง •̀_•́)ง  and just immediately assume he’s not also (✿◠‿◠)

also angst though..... always angst..... just saying..... angst!!

THE LONG STUFF --- you really don’t need to read past this point lol

most people know what their first memory is, or have a rough idea of the time. bell is an exception to this. he has memories from being young, but ask him which came first or what age he was, and he’d draw a blank. instead, he’s had his story told to him, and for the longest time he’s been forced to believe it – he doesn’t like trusting the people that regaled it to him, but what choice does he have?

left on the doorstep of a church in germany. he doesn’t know where, doesn’t know when. he was barely a few days old, or so they believe. so he was told. there was no note, no comforting bed for him to lay, no blanket or toy. he was wrapped in a sweater, naked beneath, and crying out toward the sky. he was hungry, one could assume. he was cold, that much was clear. how he got there, or why he was left? no one has been able to fill in those gaps, and he doubts they ever will.

for a while he stayed at the church whilst the locals whispered, gossiped, tried to figure out who he’d belonged to, or where he’d go. eventually he was given to an orphanage, and it was a place like that where his memories began. there were so many, they play like a black and white film behind his eyelids. he can’t keep up, he doesn’t know which was first, which was last. fake parents nurtured him for a time or two, but nothing ever stuck. he grew accustomed to not having a home.

he remembers strict rules. he remembers sneaking downstairs after bedtime, putting in an old movie and getting lost in the monochrome world on the screen. he remembers it being so quiet he had to sit close enough for his eyes to be straining, lest he get heard and caught. punishment didn’t bother him, but the idea that he’d be monitored more closely and have to give up his films? that was enough. besides, he knew the words by heart anyway.

there were potential parents that came and went; nothing ever stuck. his first love interest was a boy in his orphanage, a couple years his senior. a boy who knew of bell’s obsession with the big screen, and who promised they’d move to hollywood one day. who promised him the world in return for certain favours. it was a dark time - bell prefers not to think of it now.

he remembers when the boy outgrew their orphanage. he remembers when he left, and he remembers waiting for him to come back.

he remembers outgrowing it himself two years later with his first love nowhere to be found.

sex was power. sex was a means to getting whatever he wanted, however he wanted, when he wanted it. it usually works out that way — young, defenceless, poor, the perfect recipe for a criminal. he never enjoyed getting his hands too dirty, but being admired? that he could handle just fine.

he’d been conning people out of their hard earned wages since he was a little child, and it only grew worse as he grew up. his favourite prey became older, married, rich men, for their fancy wedding rings, car keys (and the car), wallets, watches, even their clothes if they’re an adequate size.

motels were, and still are, his resting place. rucksacks filled with designer (stolen) clothes are his wardrobe, and bell von is the name he has given himself. von of what? of who? he’ll say he doesn’t need a family to be who he is, and that von period is enough.

he’s bisexual. he doesn’t know much about his own gender, doesn’t really question it, doesn’t care what he gets called. he’s an androgynous beauty, and apparently that’s an attractive quality to the weaker ones.

he’s always known how to fight, though not with fists. not with the clawing of his so pretty nails. he’s kept a knife strapped to his thigh like a garter belt for a decade, kept one tucked into the sole of his high heel boots in case of emergencies. he never enjoyed getting his hands dirty, but he would if underestimated. he refused to be a victim of anything or anyone.

he never should have fallen for those dark eyes and that chill that ran down his spine. he should have trusted survival instincts instead of running toward the danger, letting it sink it’s claws deep into him. that’s the expression, after all. soon the fangs followed.

as a human he was sassy. flirty. sexual. dramatic. a diva. now? now he’s in overdrive. lust doesn’t begin to explain the burning desire eating away at his insides. lust for what? he wishes he knew. wishes he didn’t feel like a starved, feral and ravenous monster being placed in front of a feast, gouging himself to the brim of death and never feeling like it could fill him.

where has all the money gone that he’s stolen? the jewellery? the cars? he doesn’t drive around in anything fancy, doesn’t live anywhere expensive, doesn’t flash around his cash or impulsively make over the top purchases. he keeps that to himself; maybe he’s attempting to write his future, since his past was told through word of mouth alone.

he has a passion for black and white movies, and an attraction to stealing the expensive perfumes of the wives of men he’s conned. he never enjoys the scent for longer than a day, and often resumes the use of his bargain brand, sickly sweet body spray. channel lipstick? he has several. fur coats? one in every colour. he’s never a day in his life dropped a dime on one, and he never will.

he wears makeup daily, smudged and smokey eyes, soft, luscious lips. rings in abundance, necklaces occasionally, though he prefers a choker. he likes to show skin, he likes to wear tight, see-through clothing, leather, black, fashion. he likes to look like a wet dream when he walks into a room, and he likes to make his presence noticed without having to ever speak a word.

he has a german accent, has been born and raised in and around berlin. his english is pretty fluent now, though occasionally it’ll break and he’ll lose a word or two. he’ll bat his lashes as a distraction whilst he attempts to find it, honey thick voice, low and seductive, making sounds to fill the silence as his fingers skim over his company’s thigh.

he can make a mistake look intentional, and anything intentional feel like a mistake.

[tipsycad147]

Aphrodite

Created by Aspen Willow

© All original material in this site is under copyright protection and is the intellectual property of the author

Birth of Venus: Sandro Botticelli http://www.goddess-gallery.com/

Who is Aphrodite?

Aphrodite rules all aspects of love, desire, sex and beauty. She is the Queen of laughter and the mistress of pleasure. This Goddess radiates the energy to give love and to receive love.

Aphrodite is erotic, beautiful, uninhibited, desirous, desirable, and love itself. She is the goddess who symbolises sex, passion, love and nudity without shame; passion in all aspects—art, music, dance, and celebration.

Possibly the most valuable gift that Aphrodite bestows is the ability to attract, to connect and to enter into a relationship. Once Aphrodite influences a relationship, her powers goes beyond the romantic and sexual love to include deep friendship, understanding, rapport and the connection of souls.

History of Aphrodite

Borrowed in part from

www.paleothea.com/SortaSingles/Aphrodite.html

Aphrodite’s birth is full of excitement! What do you expect from a Goddess of love? Isn’t there always a little excitement when love is born? Legend has it that Cronos castrated his father, Uranus, and threw his genitals into the sea. The agitation from the waves breaking against the genitals created foam. And out of the foam beautiful Aphrodite appeared riding in a scallop shell.

The gentle winds carried Aphrodite across the sea, to Cythera and then to Cyprus, by the god of the west wind, Zephyrus. There, Aphrodite was welcomed by the Graces who dressed her up, adorned her with precious jewels, and then took her to the Immortals, to Olympus.

As you can imagine Aphrodite’s arrival caused quite a stir! The gods were all clamoring to marry her and the goddesses were eager to get her married to anyone (well, anyone besides their own husbands). It was Hephaestus, the god of fire and precious metals, who won the lottery and took Aphrodite as his wife. According to legend, Hephaestus was not very attractive and was physically disabled (He broke his legs when his father threw him out of heaven because he was so repulsive). But he was very crafty and being the god of precious metals and the forge he was able to present Aphrodite with many beautiful gifts.

One of the gifts was a magical girdle that made Aphrodite irresistible to all mortals and immortals. What was he thinking? As predicted, Aphrodite strapped on the girdle, said see you later to Hephaestus, and took off to try out the powers.

Aphrodite did have many encounters with both mortal and immortals but remained devoted to each of her lovers with all her heart, while she ruthlessly used to punish those who angered her. This just goes to show that you cannot own love or resist its pull on your heart.

Things sacred to Her:

Aphrodite's symbols are the scallop shell, the dolphin, doves, lovebirds, swans, golden apples, pomegranates and roses. The colours for ritual candles for Aphrodite are red or orange. Other symbols are any objects that symbolise love. Scents associated with her are frankincense, vanilla and chamomile. However, in ritual, you can use your imagination. Think love, think fire, and think soft, slinky, silky, sensual, musky and you are invoking the spirit of Aphrodite. Aphrodite’s energy is empowered by the heart chakra and the throat chakra. According to Margie Lapanja’s The Goddess’ Guide to Love:

To stimulate the heart chakra on yourself or your lover, massage the area over the heart with rose oil, gently circling your fingertips in a counterclockwise motion, eyes closed. Envision the heart, strong and healthy, opening and radiating the earth’s richest, most vibrant hue of green. As the heart chakra opens, the throat chakra responds. The synergy between these two subtle energy centres creates expressive and compassionate communication between you and your lover. You are liberated from the inability to share your thoughts; you no longer feel self-conscious. The throat chakra vibrates in a hue of brightest blue and is activated by the scent of lavender and chamomile!

he Awakening of Adonis: John William Waterhouse Painted in: 1900

Why Aphrodite?

For most of my life I have been at odds with Aphrodite. We all know the type of woman: she walks into a room and heads turn because she is just oozing with sex appeal. She always gets the hottest guy or girl in the place. And how she manages to wear that shade of bright red lipstick and look magnificent has always mystified me. I have always hated, envied, feared and at the same time desperately wanted to be like this woman!

Learning to embrace Aphrodite was a slow process for me. I learned to make peace with my body and to even like it a little bit! Slowly I was able to see Aphrodite as the seat of self esteem. She became an ally who encouraged me to take better care and helped me to realise the self destructive habits that kept me from loving and being loved with the intensity and ferocity that I had always dreamed of.

In order to really walk with Aphrodite, a person needs to have a healthy dose of self esteem. What good is it to be the desirable, sensual and oh so lovely when you cannot even look at yourself in the mirror? After all I think Whitney Houston said it best when she sang “Learning to love your self; it is the greatest love of all.”

Self Esteem Ritual

Self esteem is not something that is either present or absent. Imagine a fuel gage in the sense that there are times when you are full of self esteem and there are times when you are low on self esteem. Like any good driver knows: it is best to fill up before running out completely!

Here is the ritual to give your self esteem a boost! It is best done when the moon is waxing (going from new to full) because your intent is to increase self esteem. Plan a time you will have a couple of hours alone. You will need the following:

• Smudging sticks • Scented bath salts, body washes or bath oils • Incense of rose, vanilla, chamomile, or jasmine • small pink and red candles, larger white and black candles • soothing music • bowl fill with sand or dirt • strips of papers and pen • new piece of jewellery

Start the music playing softly. Write down each negative message, image or memory you would like to release. Then take a long, luxurious shower or bath. Use your bath salts and body washes as much or a little as you desire. As you bathe, visualise all negativity, self hate and worries being washed away. When you are finished dry yourself. Then purify yourself with the smudge sticks by directing the smoke over your head, down toward your feet, across the soles of your feet, and up toward your shoulders.

Light the incense and the pink and red candles. Sit down, listen to the music and breathe in calm, healing energy and breathe out all negativity. Light the black candle and pick up one of the strips of paper. Read it out loud then carefully place the tip of the paper to the black candle’s flame. Place the burning strip of paper in the bowl of sand and as it burns says “I release ____.” Focus on the burning strip of paper and exhale slowly as the paper burns. Imagine the negative message flowing out of you with each time you exhale. Continue this process with each strip of paper until all negativity is released.

When you are finished, sit quietly and focus on the flame of the black candle and say “at this moment, I release all negativity and hurt. From this moment forward, I welcome only positive and supportive energy. As I will it, so must it be.” Light the white candle with the flame from the black candle and then extinguish the black candle.

Take the new piece of jewellery and charge it with strong healing, protective and positive energy. Wear the jewellery as a charm to protect against the attacks to your self esteem and as a reminder of your contract with yourself. Every so often reward yourself for doing things that build up your self esteem. Some women have purchased a charm bracelet and simply add a charm to the bracelet when it is time for a reward.

Love Spells

I can hear someone now saying, “Okay, I have released the negativity, wearing the bracelet proud, and now I want to know how to heat things up a bit. After all isn’t Aphrodite the goddess of love? There has to be a love spell or something that I can whip up.”

Usually I suggest focusing on the qualities you desire in a relationship rather than focusing on winning the favours of a particular person. However, there have been times that a certain someone just needs a gentle nudge. So here are two spells I have come across: one is a spell to draw people toward you and the other is a spell for a particular person to notice you.

Meeting Stones: A Socialising Spell

© 2001-2002 Catherine M. O'Brien

Sometimes the problem isn't finding Mr. or Ms. Right, but meeting anyone at all! The following short and simple spell is designed to bring more people into one's life. You will need:

• One stone* to represent yourself-a birthstone or carnelian for a male, rose quartz for a female •Six stones* to represent persons you would like to meet-again, carnelian for a male, rose quartz for a female. Six is a number sacred to Aphrodite.

*Smaller stones are better; in fact, natural crystal beads work very well for this charm. Do make sure they are real stones though, not imitation.

Cleanse and consecrate all of the stones, and charge each with the appropriate gender energy. Charge the "me" stone by carrying it with you for a day or two. To get generic male energy, set the stones in full sun for a day or two. For female energy, leave them out under a full moon for 3 nights.

Once the stones are all charged, find a place where they can be left undisturbed for several days. Place the "me" stone in the centre of the space and name it with your name. Then place the other around it in a circle, placing them clockwise, as far away as the space will allow, repeating one of the following invocations:

"I am surrounded by lovely ladies, gracious goddesses, and wonderful women. They all come to meet me!" "I am surrounded by handsome hunks, glorious gods, and marvellous men. They all come to meet me!" "I am surrounded by beautiful brains, fabulous folks, and provocative people. They all come to meet me!" Each day, at about the same time, move the stones into the centre a little bit and repeat the incantation. When the stones are all touching, put them in a small bag and carry them with you when you go out.

To Win the Heart of the One You Love

From

The Good Spell Book: Love Charms and Magical Cures

Write the name of the one you love on the base of an onion bulb. Plant it in earth in a new pot. Place the pot on a windowsill, preferably facing the direction in which your sweetheart lives. Over the bulb, repeat the name of the person you desire morning and night until the bulb takes root, begins to shoot, and finally blooms. Say the following incantation daily:

May its roots grow,

May its leaves grow,

May its flowers grow,

And as it does so

[Name of person]’s love grow

Words in closing

Be your fantasy—the woman you admire

And revere—but stay true to yourself.

--Brenda Venus,

Secrets of Seduction for Women

May you love and be loved with the fierce passion of Aphrodite!

Resources

Aphrodite’s History was borrowed with permission from

www.paleothea.com/SortaSingles/Aphrodite.html

Graphics and borders were borrowed with permission from

Pat's Web Graphics

Socialization Spell was borrowed with permission from Catherine M. O'Brien

Houston, Whitney. The Greatest Love of All

Kemp, Jillian.

The Good Spell Book: Love Charms and Magical Cures

Lapanja, Margie

The Goddess’ Guide to Love:

Chakra Opening Exercise.

Venus, Brenda.

Secrets of Seduction for Women

http://www.orderwhitemoon.org/goddess/aphrodite/Aphrodite.html

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Babybear’s survey

(I’m deleting the weird things before the questions) what is the most comforting thing at night time for you? a bunch of pillows if I have no one to cuddle.

what creature visits your dreams most often? people?

what sounds are your favorite? I don’t know that I have any. Maybe a kitten purring? Sounds are your thing.

when do you normally awaken? naturally? repeatedly through the night.

think of somewhere otherworldly u wish to be within, what is it like there? Did you ever see “What Dreams May Come?” That’s what I think of. A combination of those worlds. But I have to say, I never really think about things like that. I had a hard time coming up with this answer.

what do you find most charming in others? Being genuine

your favorite sweets ? Pretty much all of the sugar. Ice cream. Cookies. Chocolate. Yum.

your most precious plush toy? I don’t have one. I’m not a very good little. 

your favorite herbs? Rosemary. Or scallions. Do scallions count? 

books you remember from your childhood? Roald Dahl books. 

what do u expect to be like in your elder years? (first off, you’re adorable) I don’t ever think about myself in my elder years. It  might be that I don’t expect to live that long. It might be that I don’t have any real good elder role models. I don’t know. I guess you’ll have to stick with me long enough to find out.

in what type of environment do you feel most safe? In the arms of my Daddy, I’d imagine. 

what kind of item would you most likely buy from an antique store? I’ve bought cameras. I have an old camera collection. It’s mostly polaroids through the years.

how do you show others you are fond of them? Physical contact. Doing things for them. (I thought I was the sub :p) Baking.

if your life were a tale, how do u expect it would end?? I don’t. It’s a to be continued...

Have you ever been considered popular? In high school, yeah. Amongst the freaks and weirdos. I was a theater geek headbanger, in honors classes. I had friends in most groups. I’m a pretty likeable gal.

Besides earth, what planet would you come from? Venus. Love and beauty. Duh.

Your signature perfume?   Lovely by SJP

What pets do you have/want to have?  GOATS. But also, a dog would be nice. Or a cat. Something fuzzy to love in general would be appreciated. 

Describe your room with just 5 words.  Big. Needs more windows. Mis-matched.

Favourite type of chocolate? Dark and salty.

What do you like most about Winter? SNOW! Particularly the way it looks when it’s heavy on the trees. Also, the way the rivers turn into ice and huge chunks go floating.

What do you like most about Summer? Flowers and the beach.

What types of things would you plant in a garden? All of the veggies and all of the flowers. 

 Favourite attraction at a carnival? Teacups!!! Ferris Wheel! The petting zoos. Food is pretty good, too.

What toys did you play with as a child? Barbies. Lite Bright! (that was my favorite. When we moved, my dad left it in the shed and I was so upset) 

Describe the darker side to your personality. (I want to talk more about your answer to this) I don’t know. Sometimes I guess I think I have no compassion. Sometimes I want to punch things. Those obviously aren’t that dark. You know my comfort lies in the sad and upset things. Death doesn’t scare me (except the concept of losing people I love. But death itself doesn’t). I like really gory movies. I like really twisted stories. I feel like I’m trying to get you to let me into your Hot Topic fan club.

What types of music do you listen to? Pretty much everything. Mostly alternative.

Favourite type of tea? Oolong

What, without fail, makes you cry? (you don’t always need to be the strong one with me) But everything. I cry over everything. All the time. Tears. I’m a mess.

What makes a movie really enjoyable for you? When it gives me real feels. Especially laughter or hope. Or scares me really good. 

What is your ideal romantic experience?  I don’t even know how to stand up to yours. Probably exploring somewhere. It could be somewhere new, or just taking our time to really take in everything around us. Walking around, hand in hand. Stealing kisses. Lots of amazing sex. Spending hours just wrapped up in each other. I don’t think I have an ideal, I’m not romantic by nature. Just good times spent with someone I love is enough.

 If life was viewed as a theatre stage, what role would you play? (your answer is incredible and part of why I love you). Honestly, I’d probably be in charge of props. I like to find the little things that make a picture complete.And I like to be in charge.  

If you had your own shop, what things would you sell? Books!!!

 Favourite way to decorate a cake? With fun icing swirls and sprinkles

What gift(s) did you get for your birthday last year? Last year…Ollie got me a necklace that says “I love you to the moon and back”

What is your favourite type of weather? A cloudless sky and a light breeze on a warm day. (samesies. Actually I really like clouds on a crisp fall day, too)

What is your zodiac sign, and do you relate to it? Aquarius. “ Aquarius personality is independent, mysterious, free-spirited and eccentric. ... However, inconsistency is a constant problem for women born under the Aquarius zodiac sign. The Aquarius woman longs for romance and good conversation, although she may seem like a cold and aloof person. “ I think it about half-fits.

Favourite type of bird? magpie

What do you daydream about the most?   coincidence! I daydream about my Daddy.

Name a game you are really good at. Rummy! I love playing games though: card games, board games, dance games. 

Are you a religious person? Not particularly anymore.

What kinds of snacks do you munch on? Depends on my mood. Chips and salsa or cookies.

 What emotionally exhausts you? Ha. Everything? Being empathetic, mostly. I feel like I take on too much of other people sometimes. 

What accessories would come with a doll version of you? Sunglasses. A camera.

Favourite thing to do when it’s night time? Cuddle!

Favourite type of candy? hmm. Most. Really. 

What cosmetics do you use? It depends. Almost always mascara and lipstick. Moisturizer. If I’m feeling fancy I’ll fix my face and use eyeshadow, too.

Favourite drink/beverage?  Water. Coffee. The rest depends on my mood..

 Describe the biggest party you’ve ever been to. i’m not really that kind of girl. when I lived in Allston we had a killer  Halloween party. That was probably it. And to be honest, I don’t remember much about it except that I kissed a boy who was nick named “brett michaels”. I had a huuuuge crush on him and he wanted to have sex and I wouldn’t because I had a boyfriend (who left the party even though I looked so hot). And my friend gave a blow job to a guy who claimed his grandpa founded PBR. She did it on my bed. We watched from the kitchen. It was awkward. 

What countries would you like to visit? Mongolia. Greece. Germany.

Favourite fruit? Hmm. Strawberries? Apples! 

Have you ever seen a shooting star? No

How do you like to bathe/shower? (YOU MANSCAPE?! We need to revisit this, too). I like the water so hot my skin is going to burn off. I wash my hair. Leave the conditioner in while I wash my face and body. I shave. Conditioner comes out. Usually I fold over on myself and let the water hit my back. Condition my body. And I’m out. 

Name 3 of your favourite jewellery pieces. I have a rose gold hammered plate with a O. And two family rings. One I used to wear all the time, the other I’ve never worn. 

 What is your wildest fantasy? Ha. Love.

 Favourite forest animal? Foxes? 

What do you normally eat for breakfast? Cottage cheese or yogurt with fruit. Unless it’s the weekend. Then it’s eggs and meat and carbs and everything delicious.

The most childish part of your personality? I have to admit that I’ve been feeling particularly little since you’ve claimed me. Maybe my sense of humor sometimes, though?

What piece would you be on a chess board? A pawn lol

Favourite thing to eat at a patisserie? Macarons. Cliche AF. Or almond horns.

How is your love life right now? Complicated.    

What types of things do you like to read about? Anything. I love reading.

Favourite type of fantasy creature? Mermaids

 Name a very rare item that you would love to own. I wouldn’t mind a few first-editions. (same)