#mira serene

[guts-8156]

Here’s just some quick and rough sketches I’ve done of some surface bound characters. Hope you like it

(Mira and Dandelion redwall and the au belongs to @slugterra-twisted-ends and Katrina belongs to @bluestarrcreations)

[bluestarrcreations]

“Smile, my dear. Your face is much too pretty not to.”

What’s this? Edgy angst content by me? Heck to the yeah, something that isn’t adorable for once lol.

This is a long overdue gift for @slugterra-twisted-ends which is a scene from her Slugterra fic “Girl in Bloodstained Blue”, which was SO good!! Poor Mira though, Quintin is a major butthole and I wanna dismantle him with his own machinery.

Finally decided to finish this after sitting in my unfinished sketch pile for a year!

[slugterra-twisted-ends]

Surface Bound; Darefield Residents headshots!

I am SO excited to drop these both as they're showing off our wonderful cast that is to be seen in Surface Bound, mainly of Darefield High and township

And now a question to you guys reading; do you have any favourites you want to learn more about? Ask em in the ask box!

(Katrina Drake belongs to @bluestarrcreations)

[quaintobsessions]

a little cat with big plans

[vinceretv]

💌 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎 𝐃𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀 :

' para las más lindas de todo north heaven, muak ( excluyendo a randall, por supuesto ). '

una caja de chocolates ha sido entregada a charlotte nam ( @charvlotte ), serenity byeol ( @serenitybyeol ), milo han ( @mvvlos ), kirby li ( @kirbyli ), mira lescan ( @miralscn ) y henry davenport ( @henrvz ) de parte de coraline park.

[sweethorizon-stories]

Sus pasos seguían el camino hacia su siguiente destino, el cual no había informado a su acompañante, considerando que estaba molesta con él. 

Solo se detuvo y lo miro, cuando Ryoma le llamó, obligándola a detenerse y mirar por primera vez desde que se puso en marcha; un error  de su parte ya que pudo ver sus enormes ojos de cachorro.  

― No es la que quiero ir, esa está cerrada; pero al menos sigue abierta ― Respondió, estirando su mano y bajando la gorra del chico para evitar mirar sus ojos, lo que la haría ceder su enojo. Lo cual no iba a hacer, menos si el aun no se disculpaba o ignoraba la razón de su enojo.― Vamos.

No conocía muchas cafeterías alrededor de la zona, era un cero a la izquierda con los lugares; sin embargo, ¿tal vez Azami conocía otras? ¿Sería bueno preguntárselo?, ya que si elegía o iba a una que no sea de su agrado, su malhumor iba a empeorar.

―Tomizawa–senpai ―volvió a llamarla―, ¿conoces otra cafetería a la que quieras ir? ―oh, se atrevió a preguntar.

[meracyn]

Could we please get general relationship headcanons for Erza, Juvia, and Mirajane? Thank you!

scarlet, azure, and my serene devotion for you.

synopsis each of them express their love differently. but one thing’s certain; they all cherish you deeply - in their own, special way of course.

everyone knows erza scarlet doesn’t wear her feelings on her sleeve. she’s fearless, strong - the embodiment of a warrior.

that’s what nearly everyone sees her as - a fierce, determined leader. she’s protective over those she cares about, but with you? her protective instincts are kicked up a notch. always looking out for your well-being, even though you’re most likely able to handle yourself. but she insists on doing so, and her stern tone leaves no room for arguments.

at first, erza can come off as intimidating (and rightfully so), but behind closed doors, she allows herself to be vulnerable around you. it’s not a whole lot, but you can tell by her softer tone when she talks or when you’re sitting together, simply enjoying each other’s presence.

her way of expressing her love is through actions. she struggles with words but makes up for it through protecting and caring for you always. erza would suggest training you personally so you can be at your best and keep an eye on your health; ensuring you eat properly. her love speaks louder in actions than words.

erza will always make sure you feel loved, since she knows she isn’t the best in expressing it verbally. it isn’t anything big - it’s more of the simple, subtle ways that hold so much love behind it. whether she walks you home, brings you tea or listens whenever you need to vent - she makes it very clear; her heart is yours.

mirajane strauss is different, however. her love is warm and comforting, like a sweet, homemade meal after a long day. she’s very charming, and if she feels like it, will sometimes subtly flirt or joke around with you at the guild. mira can tell what you’re feeling in the moment, and depending on that, adjusts her energy to make you feel comfortable.

when you’re alone, it shouldn’t be a surprise that she’s very attentive. mirajane will end up cooking for you, humming a soft tune as the scent of whatever she’s making wafts throughout the house. she does this without you having to ask at all - and serves it to you with her entire heart.

she’s very affectionate; giving you a hug if she thinks you’re stressed or upset, pecks your cheek unexpectedly - she loves expressing her devotion through these actions - but it will never be overwhelming. it’s the perfect balance of gentle and peaceful.

mira is also pretty protective, but not over the top as erza. instead, she keeps an eye out for you always, watching quietly without ever making a big deal out of it. she does step in, if necessary, but mostly prefers to handle the issue calmly and with a smile. she will reassure you afterwards, though.

the longer you two are together, you’ll start to see her becoming more vulnerable - confiding in you with her fears, dreams, and her personal feelings. it’s her way of showing you that she trusts you deeply.

mirajane is no doubt a loving girlfriend - always eager to make you feel appreciated.

juvia lockser loves without limits. in other words, unconditionally.

her affection is as intense as a waterfall, but also heartwarming. whether she attempts to bake you a cake, create mini water sculptures of you, writing you love letters or always being by your side - every action overflows with her immense love towards you - endless, like a river.

in contrast to erza, juvia wears her heart on her sleeve, so you always know what she’s feeling. behind all her dramatic gestures of love, she’s also protective and loyal. juvia would go to any length to keep you safe, using her magic to protect you with a shield or pulling you behind her as she handles the business. if you’re upset, expect a storm brewing outside as she clings to you, rambling sweet words and a few tears staining your shirt.

you could gift her a simple bracelet or even a mismatched bouquet, and juvia will treasure it forever, crying out of happiness that her beloved gave her something so special. she’s content with the smallest of things that maybe aren’t as special, but to her, mean the world.

eventually, juvia will treasure the peaceful, quiet moments shared between you both. she’ll curl up beside you without a word, simply basking in the warmth of your presence. she’s also really thoughtful, and will remember every detail about you, no matter how unimportant it seems. it’s how she knows exactly what you like and not.

it’s safe to say that with juvia, you’ll never doubt her love.

[the-name-stealer]

hello!!! Intro time!!!

Hi!!! Call me anything.

I steal names!

If you want your names removed, reblog/send ask/ privately message me! I answer anons so it’s hard to sort through who is okay with it.

Give me your name. Or someone else’s. I’m not picky.

names I’ve stolen: (will tag if they have blogs+who gave it to me if it was someone else)

Noah 1

bugg 2

Oakley :3

Rebekah (from @biggesthuskersimp589)4

Willow (^^)5

Lewis (^^^)6

Olivia(^^^^)7

all of @river-nonbinary-billcipherfan nicknames! 8

Samah! ( @that-0ne-sam)9

Bill Cipher! ( @billcipher-rpblog)10

Maryland! ( @maryland-officially)11

Hawaii! ( @hawaii-official)12

Lep! ( @leprechaun-stealerofgold)13

Squeaky! ( @postalignments)14

James! ( @more-trans-beans) 15

Pyramid Steve! (From @billcipher-rpblog, taken from @i-amsteve)16

Khriz! (From @the-lunacy-system taken from @khrizantema9869)17

Kaitlyn! ( @literal-trans-beans)18

buck! (By @17ghostsinatrenchcoat)19

Alivia! (^^)20

Cataclysm, Nibiru, Roav, 7-3, Ælr, nobaru! ( @planet-of-cataclysm)26

Holden! ( @hadoom) 27

quinn, ruin, yuri, and nikolai! ( @throat0fdelusion)31

penny, Margret, Samantha, Emu, and Warren! ( @pennyroyald)36

silver & milky! ( @official-milky-way)38

anon (anon) 39

PSR J0437-4715 & 1rxs. ( @1rxs-offical) 41

Rian (taken permanently from @river-nonbinary-billcipherfan) 42

neon! ( @neoninglitchen) 43

Katelyn ( @katiewolf) 44

banana, mango, grape, orange, melon, and lemon ( @fruit-tree-system) 50

Monaco ( @officially-monaco)51

peachy ( @importantpeachfury) 52

Colorado ( @colorado-real)53

Oregon ( @oregon-officially)54

North Carolina ( @the-fr-north-carolina-totally)55

Michigan ( @michagan-the-state)56

Violet ( @violetthediamondsblog)57

Vitreous ( @vitreous-official)58

faye! ( @f4y3w00d5)59

Misa! ( @minimuppetmisa)60

nɒʜɈƎ/γnnɒɔƧ ( @₴₵₳₦₦Ɏ₴-฿₳₵₭) 62

Liechtenstein ( @offical-liechtenstein)63

Jalapeño ( @floatingcamel23)64

Logan (permanently taken from @pennyroyald) 65

Rachel Roth ( @half-a-goat)66

Dubois (anon) 67

unknown entity of darkness ( @unknown-entity-tm) 68

Rose/Róża, Minty, Kali, Noodle, & Thing. ( from @blog-of-some-dummies given by @pennyroyald) 73

In-n-out burger ( @in-n-out-burger-official) 74

Diafain (anon) 75

🐍💍 (anon) 76

Tori Simons (anon)77

Felhair de Ziaman ( @pennyroyald) 78

Britain ( @real-british-empire) 79

Carl Fredrick Wilhelm Johannes Maximillian Napoleon Zeus von Neumann the Amazing the Great the Protector of Domestic Tranquillity, ForMemRS. (Anon) 80

Zero ( @z3r0th3h3r0) 81

Tereza (permanently taken from anon) 82

marsh,syll,silk , mallow, mochi, pastel, lucid, Celes, Limetta, maria, Felix, theo, Axel, alex, aqua, nova, aster, caelus, Doku, Aurous, ann, lucas, luca, lucean, jack, phi, ray, peace, alba, chaos, tart, cake, Led, Charlie, Lamba, Xeno! (Anon) 118

Snow ( @sn0w-o) 119

Fiona, Talia, Mable, Boa, Egg, Clise, Pancake, Hypnos, Elysia, Seraphina, Agnes, Marceline, Claire, Noelle, butterscotch, frigg, soup, strawberry, marsia, beate, makoto, sock, bug, Florian, bea, Rosalina, marinella, Finka, nada, Yuri, sky, Olivia, fischl, cinnamon, amity, Ada, Lenora, Aida, Romy, Lys, Eliana, Cherie, océane, Esther, marcille, Astrid, Clara, Lacey, flowers, natsuki, sayori, Petra, Aphrodite, hatsune, crimson, viola, Jenny, juniper, Annie, marie,Tina, kanaya, Callie, Bonnie, Velma, Phoebe, Sabrina, Tori, Natalie, Kim, love, Corey, Courtney, misty, Yasmin, Laika, Tabitha, primrose, Beatrice, circe, johnette, temmie, gumi, himiko, Anne, nessa, Sonia, akane, Diane, Miku, merlin, adagia, miyu, aradia, Illya, azure, maya, Mira, marina, Andromeda, Alya, Stella, celestia, Celeste, nova, Lyra, hope, April, pearl, amber, violet, Kirra, clover, iris, calliope, blossom, Millie, tulip, Bibi, amy, Reyna, ambrosia, page, Leah, Charlie, Lilith, ellsee, maki, edeustus, ellie, Samantha, Amelia, Tiffany, Alyssa, Luna, caoimhe, Judith, Natalie, kumatora, aurelie, Kate, moon, nerisse, serenity, Lara, Sarina, Vanessa, Monica, cherry, Helena, Sophia, tiki, luzia, Laura, Juliette, aurora, corrin, annette, Hilda, madalena, Anna, ivy, Cynthia, byleth, caeda, Alexandrea, chell, Maria, mia, Katie, Veronica, Susie, comet, Jessica, eve, Eva, vivisection, heather, Donna, winona, guinivere, Roxanne, Lillian, Octavia, étolie, Marnie, Gaia, daisy, desura, amnesia, sunny, clementine, bocchi, Cara, Agatha, Evelyn, angèle, Louisa, Camila, roseline, louane, Averie, Melina, Lena, minthe, Emma, acorn, Cassandra, bread, willow, raven, kali, Sappho, harmony, mango, Hellan, Katelyn, aria, Elyse, Marnie, blanche, frasie, Freya, Charlotte, amandine,  Vivian, Sylvia, Sarah, Jane, Ashley, Mongolia, Alice, Sydney, pikachu, Michelle, Gowan, Madeline, Ellen, Marissa, Lana, Lilly, Ella, rose, may, Ramona, melody. ( @bitch-with-some-4000-names) 363

Tera , elfilin , carol, taranza ( @tmhj) 367)

ash ( @i-give-worms) 368

Jayne bishop ( @thegreatgeodo) 369

Josie & Scarlett ( @knight-real) 371

sir A. Goetia. ( @pennyroyald) 372

swiper ( @mronion) 373

grammarly ( @unofficially-grammarly) 374

Walmart ( @walmart-the-official)375

Whataburger ( @whataburger-possibly-official) 376

Vemödalen ( @no-such-thing-as-originality) 377

Sydney (Anon) 378

roselyn (anon) 379

Saioa (anon) 380

hygiea 10 ( @hygiea-official)381

Alex, Allen, Asher, Caelus, Calxe, Dalisay, Ennui, Fae, Joy, Kai, Li, Liit, Loe, Mia, Nemo, Nihil, Noël, Oakley, Pelex, Sasha, Somnus, Tama, Ramasses, Rin, Rowan, Willow, Zephyr, Zora ( @joyliit) 401

Alexandria (taken permanently from ^^)402

James/jamie and Martin/marty ( @throat0fdelusion) 404

Caesar & Charlie ( @caesars-crazed-ramblings) 406

Cosmo or Nyx! ( @spacecatdraws) 408

Africa ( @pennyroyald) 409

choccy milk, shortcake, cakepop, mossy ( @analog-autistic) 413

Michael (anon)414

Sally (anon) 415

blue (anon)416

William Shakespeare (<-never heard of the guy/j) ( @shakespeare-official-account) 417

Haejin Min ( @the-name-gifter) 418

fae ( @the-name-asker) 419

vee ( @urlocaldisaster) 420 (hehe)

Dr. Graves ( @the-gimmick-scp-researcher) 421

Zeus (anon) 422

Copi-Copi, Elemento, Adjetivo, Mente en Blanco, Chaucha, Yo Soy, Calugoso, Duquesa, Reina, Coliforme, Tepo-Tepo, Yo no Fui, Fierro Malo, Palmerita, Neumatex, Cortachurro, Etcétera, Maletín, Duque, Guasón, Jefe, Moneda, Cucky, Pelusa, Tía, Legui, Reality, Chester, Chu, Ro, Playita, Palmera, Señor, Re Frito, Pescado, Chamuyo, Calendario, James Bond, Rata, Cabeza de Chaya, Neumático, Repetido, Añico, Rucia, Gonzo, Chino, Cortéz, Albertito, Also, Cabecita, Bigote and Mutante (anon)

jaiden and blook ( @blookdoeswhatever, @jaidentheautisticwurm) 424

jaya (anon)425

erik ( @glitched-out-mess) 426

Caoimhe, Saoirse, Niamh, Ciara, Roisín, Darragh, Meabh, Aoife, Eoghan, Oisín, Fionn, Siobhan, Tagdh, Donncha, Aisling, Sadhbh, Muireann, Doireann, Sorcha, Síle and Aoibhe ( @can-i-explode-now)447

corabella (anon) 448

john smith (anon) 449

anons deadname (anon) 450

rian (anon) 451

bruce wayne 452

452

6/50 states

Items:

frog

worms x3

an Olive Garden I guess???

names that are given to us will be under #name giver

and names we steal will be under #name stealer

all asks will be under #name stealer questions

colors are just random colors we associate with the name given.

that’s all for now! Bye!

[greenqueenhightower]

The Lady of Shalott + Alicent

By Alfred Lord Tennyson || John William Waterhouse || Serene Topaz on DevianArt || Fine Art Photography by Mira Nedyalkova

[slugterra-twisted-ends]

Aww you made them all look so adorable!

(And yes, Dandy is pure joy so much so that I doubt even a Dark Bane would want to hurt her)

Here’s just some quick and rough sketches I’ve done of some surface bound characters. Hope you like it

(Mira and Dandelion redwall and the au belongs to @slugterra-twisted-ends and Katrina belongs to @bluestarrcreations)

[bluestarrcreations]

🩷Mira: “Oh that Mr. Kord Zane is incredibly lovely-“

💜Katrina: “Aye, he be too much brawn for brains. Now Pronto-“

🩷Mira: “The janitor?”

💜Katrina: “AYE! He be cleanin more than halls and toilets! A perfect husband! I even smelt some of the lunch he cooked for himself. It be dreamy-“

Commission for @slugterra-twisted-ends featuring both our characters gushing over their crushes! This AU (Surface Bound) belongs to her, as well as Mira (right), and Human Katrina (left) belongs to me.

[slugterra-twisted-ends]

Updated Mira reference sheet

I REALLY love how it ended up looking! Her healer's marks are updated again, but this time HOPEFULLY they stay in this setup.

Mira's slug arsenal has been upgraded to include some more slugs in comparison to her old sheet. Luna the Mythin, Nana the Boon Doc, Seasong the Slyren, Hex the Hexlet, Perma the Forstcrawler, Solar the Flaringo, Addison the Arachnet, Nightshade the Dartibranch and Diva the Coramed

[ikeuluvr]

at-home dates || enhypen maknae line

synopsis - what enhypen's maknae line would plan for your stay-in date night

idol!enhypen x reader / established relationship + fluff fluff so much fluff / warnings - none! / wc ~300 per member

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Everyone knows that Sunoo has the most perfect skin you’ve ever seen on a man. It envied you that your boyfriend has better skin and a better routine than you. Naturally, when you told him this, he knew he had to plan an at-home spa night. Sunoo had gone out and bought everything that he uses daily along with a few extra products he loves so you can have your own. He’d insist on coming over to your apartment since his place’s bathroom is owned by seven men and that is no place for a relaxing spa day. You and Sunoo sit across from one another atop your bed as he pulls out each bottle he bought for you, thoroughly explaining what it is, when to use it, how to use it, and answering any questions you have along the way. Every few sentences he’d let out a light giggle at how cute you looked as you attentively listened to his lecture on skin care. After finally coming to an understanding of each product, Sunoo took you to the bathroom to begin showing you exactly how to use everything. Before starting, he’d help you put on your headband, placing a gentle kiss on your now-exposed forehead. He would use the product on himself first before turning his full attention to you to help, bending over in loud laughter when you’d get flustered and confused. When it came time to put on face masks, Sunoo would have you sit on the counter with him standing in between your legs. He couldn’t help but smile brightly as he placed the wet mask on your face. “You’re just really pretty,” he’d whisper after asking him what the smile painted on his face was for.

An apartment owned by seven singers isn’t an apartment owned by seven singers unless there’s a ginormous karaoke machine sitting in the corner. With a grin, Jungwon made a bet with you: if you could score higher than him, then he would take you on a trip to Jeju that you’d been nagging him about for months. However, if he wins, you have to buy him a new pair of sneakers he’s been eyeing. Of course, you agreed to the bet and prepared to humble your world-class singer of a boyfriend. Jungwon laughed at how quickly you sprung out of your seat to turn on the karaoke machine, admiring your excitement. Losing the game of rock, paper, scissors, Jungwon was forced to go first. Jungwon being as cheesy as he is, chooses ‘Just One Day’ by BTS knowing it’s one of your favorite songs. He danced his way over to you as he sang the flirtatious lyrics, grabbing your hand and standing you up so he could look into your eyes. “Holding your hands, I’d lay myself under the sun with you. I wouldn’t let it end at a beautiful night, I’d confess my love to you, with the moon as the lighting,” Jungwon continues to sing as he holds your hand with his free one, rubbing circles with his thumb. After wrapping up the song, he flashes his dimple-filled smile and plants a kiss on your forehead before passing the mic to you. Teasing him for cheating by making you flustered, you were ready to make him feel the same times ten. You chose a ballad, ‘Always’ by Yoon Mirae. Hearing the first few notes, Jungwon jokingly grasps his heart and falls backward. As soon as you start, Jungwon is quick to quit his act, transfixed at the sound of your voice. “One day, you came to me like a dream. You shook up my heart, I knew it was destiny,” you sang to him. Jungwon’s face was full of love with his eyes glossed over due to of the mix of the lyrics and the sereneness of your voice. If someone asked him all of the moments he knew he loved you, this moment would be in his top three. After finishing the song and putting the mic back in its place, Jungwon stumbled his way over to you and wrapped himself around you. “Okay, you win,” he mumbled into your neck, “This was just for fun anyway, I bought our tickets to Jeju already. We leave in two days.”

An array of colors in cups sit before you along with two canvases laying across from one another on the tarped floor. Your boyfriend had bought the two of you painting sets for tonight’s stay-in date. You have always loved watching Riki paint on the rare chance he has time to. The way he guides the brush in gentle strokes while humming a mesmerizing tune is something so serene to you. Riki’s eyes glistened at the sight of you trying your best to match the painting tutorial that he was giving you. Small giggles couldn’t help but to escape his lips when your strokes looked the complete opposite of his. He made sure that you knew he was proud of you for even trying nonetheless. “It all takes practice, baby. You’re doing great,” he would assure you every time he noticed you becoming frustrated. Wrapping his tall figure around your body, he would place his hand on your’s to guide you through different lines, shapes, and figures while explaining his top secret painting techniques. Every so often you could feel his body tighten around you as he took in the closeness that you shared, leaving soft kisses to your cheek as you painted. Riki couldn’t stop himself from bursting into laughter after seeing your mess of a final product; colors mixed together, disconnected lines, asymmetrical figures, it was definitely… a painting. You pouted at the way your boyfriend fell over in laughter, clutching his stomach, and struggling to find air to breathe. Quickly enough he tried to pull himself together and threw himself onto you. “Babe, I love it, it’s so perfect,” he laughs out, holding the canvas in front of his face. Even though you didn’t believe him, Riki proved just how much he adored your painting by placing it on his nightstand right next to his framed picture of the two of you on your first date.

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masterlist

[lonerphilosopher22]

The Unshaken: Who Breaks Who?

Mira and Selene didn’t come here to watch this. They came here for answers.

Selene’s best friend, a woman she had known for years, had… changed. It wasn’t sudden, but it was undeniable. She spoke differently, carried herself differently. The sharp, ambitious woman she had once known was now soft, quiet, almost reverent.

Selene had tried to understand. Tried to ask. But the answers never satisfied her. “I’m finally at peace,” her friend had said. “I’ve found my purpose.” But Selene did not believe in purpose. She believed in control. And this—this surrender—was something she could not comprehend.

So she came here—to the source. To see for herself.

And Mira? Mira came because she found the whole thing ridiculous. She wasn’t here for answers. She was here to prove them wrong.

And now, here they sat, across from the Master himself, across from the kneeling woman at his feet -Elira - The one who had gone the deepest.

Mira: “So this is your life?”

Elira kneels beside her Master, still, poised, waiting.

Elira: “Yes.”

Selene: “No choices? No decisions?”

Elira: “No burdens. No uncertainty.”

Mira: “You act like it’s some kind of relief.”

Elira: “It is.”

Mira: “You don’t think for yourself?”

Elira: “I think of him.”

Mira: “So what does that make you, then? A pet?”

Elira does not frown. She does not flinch. She smiles.

Elira: “If he wishes it.”

Mira: “You sound proud of that.”

Elira: “I am.”

Selene: “Even if he told you to act like a dog?”

Elira turns to her Master. A silent question. His hand lifts—just a slight motion.

She lowers onto her hands and knees, back arched, her movements elegant, controlled. And then—

She barks.

Soft. Refined. Without hesitation

Mira’s fingers twitch. Selene’s breath tightens.

Because there is no shame in her act. Only grace. Only devotion. Only surrender so deep it is almost frightening.

The Master strokes her head, slow, deliberate.

Master: "Good girl."

Elira tilts her head into his touch, breathing steady, utterly at peace.

And Mira suddenly feels sick, because she expected to laugh—but she cannot.

Selene: "Would you take pain for him?"

Elira: "With gratitude."

Mira: "Prove it."

Elira turns to her Master again, eyes lifting. He waits for a moment, considering, then gestures with two fingers.

She crawls to Mira. Effortless. Graceful. Every movement speaks of training, of devotion, of absolute discipline.

She stops at Mira’s feet. Kneeling. Waiting.

Master: "Slap her."

Mira stills. Something in her gut twists.But she lifts a hand, and when it connects with Elira’s cheek, the sharp sound cuts through the silence.

Elira does not flinch. She does not blink. She does not break. Instead—she lifts Mira’s hand, brings it to her lips, and presses a soft, reverent kiss to her palm.

Elira: "Thank you."

Mira pulls her hand back as if burned. Her heartbeat is too fast, her breath uneven.

Elira turns, crawls back to her Master, poised, untouched, serene.

And then—his hand lifts her chin.

Selene and Mira see her fully now. See the purity of it. The truth of it.

Mira: “You—You actually wanted that?”

Elira: "I wanted to please him."

Selene: “Even pain?”

Elira: “Especially pain.”

Elira speaks again. And this time, her words are softer, deeper, cutting into something neither of them knew they had.

Elira:

Do you want to resist the air when you breathe it?

Do you fight the pull of sleep when you are tired?

Do you argue with gravity every time your feet touch the ground?

Do you think a dancer feels lost because she follows the music?

Do you think the stars regret shining for the night that holds them?

I was never lost. I was only waiting for the right hands to guide me home.

You think submission is about being conquered. It isn’t. It is about returning home.

Silence.

Mira’s throat is dry. Selene’s heart pounds. And they both realize—

They did not break her.

She has broken them.

Broken them without force. Without anger. Without resistance.

Broken them with silence, where they expected screams.

With acceptance, where they demanded shame.

With tranquility, where they tried to create chaos.

With worship, where they only saw degradation.

With gratitude, where pain should have left wounds.

She has broken them, because they do not understand her. And yet, they cannot look away.

She has broken them, because they thought submission was weakness. But what they see before them is strength deeper than their own.

She has broken them, because they do not know what to do with this truth. They do not know what to do with her.

Because Elira is not fighting. She has already surrendered.

And somehow—somehow—she has won.

[sacredhyacinth]

i see the power levels beside mira and davids headshots, can we see power levels between anyone? (maybe one as ppl alive,gods?)

power levels are ranked based on agility, critical thinking, and overall strength—the newer mortal descendants (Lori, Gabriel, Melanie, Amara) are ranked so low because they don’t have any experience fighting/super young

Level 1-3: Current/Modern descendants; Loretta Dalma, Gabriel Aveline, Melanie Phan, Chloe Bonnet, Amara Delgado,

Also including Melody of Organa (successor of Harmonia)

Level 4-6: Older generation descedants (1800s-1980s); Maria Dalma, Hana Phan, Gold Aveline, Kiana, Rose Delgado, Guadeloupe Organa, Phillip Aveline, Lin Phan, Midelle Mayes, Jane (House of Heath), Charlotte, Fernando, Joan Aveline, Antiono Orteaga, Minerva of Organa, Aranya, Kanade, Chie, Louis

Level 7-8: Mostly trickster gods, but high ranking members of the temple which includes: Dahlia, Lady of Luck, Charlotte of Organa, Emica, Ai, Claire of Organa, Elias

Level 9-10: Oldest generation; Harmonia, David of Organa, Princess Mira of Organa, Princess Serene of Organa, Marlas, Maryi, Aora, Ariana, Kim, Bliss, Jane of Organa, Oceania of Organa, Mori, Oliver, Cordelia

[yearningandpatheticaboutit]

CHAPTER 2: ALL IS FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR

wc: 4600

warnings: gun violence

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mira

we didnt have sex last night. which i know is the bare minimum, but my friends would arguably call that an accomplishment for me.

i didnt tell them he was here, i planned to just let them know when he was fully gone. but i didnt know if he ever fully would be. the entire night, i tried to picture my life without wooyoung, and to my utter disappointment i realized i'd only have work and myself left.

i told myself that wasnt a bad thing. i watched motivational videos on youtube. i made myself vision boards on my future, as if he never would have played a part in it.

and yet i still feel so...empty. because wooyoung took up so much space.

my mother loves him. i dont know how im going to let her know he wont be coming around for atay nana anymore. sometimes they'd drink without me, just the two of them in the kitchen while i watched from the sidelines, quietly admiring, never once thinking it would end. but i guess thats the life of a girl in her early twenties, hoping the good times will never end, even though they're so far and few.

at least my father never liked him, so on that front i'd never have to hear about how great he is.

"smooth talker, that one," my father would say, almost choking on the disdain. "you better make him pay for every cent of that car, qalbi."

i had to fight my father to not pay for the car himself, because he thought wooyoung was being charming so he could avoid the debt. but even when he paid it off, its like nothing could change his mind. i wont be giving him all the details of the break up, i dont feel like hearing an "i told you so" because he'd say that no matter what.

when i wake up from my tear-soaked sleep the next morning, wooyoung's at the end of my bed, his arms wrapped around my legs. he's still fast asleep, serene. probably the most vulnerable i'll ever truly see him. i try to wiggle out of his grasp, but he immediately wakes, looking up at me with a sleepy face and his hair messy.

"whats the time?" he immediately asks. i hold back a scoff. he probably cant wait to leave to go to "work".

"time to get up," i say and pull my legs out. he sits up and looks at me with a frown.

"you were crying."

i dont say anything. i dont need to.

"go check if the door budged yet," i tell him.

wooyoung gets up with a heavy sigh and shrugs on his coat, walking out of my room. i immediately get to making my bed and preparing to shower when he doesnt come back. i guess he must have left.

i cry again in the shower. angry at myself and im not sure why. i did the right thing, right? i wasnt unfair? he didnt know he was fucking up but thats the annoying part, if he didnt pick it up its not my job to tell him to respect my time. it should be a given.

when i come out of the shower, i grab my research paper off my desk to go through my second draft a few hundred times. if i drown myself in my work, i'll forget he was ever here. its easy to not think about him when im writing about the extradition of international fugitives.

i jump when i walk into the kitchen, seeing wooyoung still there. my tea set and toast are on the counter. "the door's still out of it." he says. "sit down."

i slide along the kitchen island, miserably grabbing a slice of toast. i dont say anything. i dont know what to say.

"how long have you been trying to break up with me?" he asks lowly.

for fucks sake.

"around the third time you flaked on me. when you were supposed to pick me up from work and then just called the next day." i answer blandly.

"im sorry about your grandmother's funeral, baby, i really am," he says, reaching out for my hand. he squeezes it but i dont squeeze back. "im just in such a tough spot right now. if i could tell you i-"

"why cant you tell me?" i ask with a hard shrug. "what is SO difficult about cyber security that you cant tell me?"

"its the same way you cant talk about what you do," he tells me. i give him a bland look.

"im legally not allowed to talk about what i do. you KNOW im working with refugees."

"yes, i know but-"

"why cant you just be honest that you lost interest?" i scoff. "ive heard that 'im going through so much' bullshit before. thats code for i dont like you anymore."

he looks at me like hes trying to maintain his calm. again, i dont know what hes so angry about. he caused this.

"i DIDNT lose interest," he says tightly. "i wouldnt still be here if i did."

"and yet you cant tell me," i roll my eyes. "baba was right about you."

"would you just-"

our arguing is cut short by a few loud knocks on the door. we look at each other in confusion.

neither of us make a move to open it. i get up and go look at the window, unable to see anything because of the fog. suddenly my door flings open, the latch flying to the floor as two huge bodies burst inside.

they're my dad's men. shawqi and ashraf. they look terrifying.

"what are you guys doing here?" i snap. "what the fuck you cant just break my door down, you better pay for that!"

shawqi takes off his glasses and points to me. "you, where's your boyfriend?" he asks accusingly.

"huh?"

wooyoung comes out from the kitchen, confused. he's immediately tackled to the ground by shawqi, his hands tied behind his back. "stop!" i scream, immediately running for him but ashraf shoves me back.

"what the fuck are you doing? let him go!" i shout.

"this bastard is coming with us," ashraf says, giving me cold eyes. "dont intervene, mira."

"for fucking what!"

they tie cableties around wooyoung's wrists and plop him onto a chair before mercilessly beating him. blood pours from his lips, his head hanging back as i scream for them to stop, but its lost. i dont know whats happening.

"fuck this," i go and reach for my phone. but its ripped away from my by ashraf. "give it back, im calling the fucking police!"

"for that piece of shit?" ashraf scoffs at me. "he is trouble, mira. we are going to sort him out. he was following your baba's car and doing bad things. we are taking him off your hands, and cleaning out this whole apartment. you are coming with us."

what?

"what the fuck do you mean he was following baba?" i scream.

"ask him," shawqi says and slaps wooyoung's bruised face insultingly. "have anything to say now, ya kalb?"

wooyoung spits. he actually spits at him. im so fucking lost, i dont know what to do. shawqi gives him an angered punch again.

"stop hurting him!" i scream. "fucking stop, okay. tell me whats really going on."

they dont answer me. not even wooyoung does. i cant even call my mother, ashraf wont give me my phone. she and my father are not on speaking terms, but i know she'd be able to have a say in this.

not even a moment passes before wooyoung's hands shoot loose, and he flings my chair over shawqi's head. shards shatter everywhere and wooyoung pulls out something thats too fast for me to recognize, but i know what it is once i hear the sound.

BOOM!

shawqi drops to the floor, clutching his ribs. wooyoung aims the gun at ashraf, who tries to pull out his own but wooyoung gets the first shot in. i jump away from everything, ready to run, but i feel wooyoung grab me by my jersey, dragging me to his car. he covers my mouth so i cant scream, and one second im shoved into the passenger seat, and the other second, wooyoung is in the drivers, pointing a gun at my face.

"im gonna need you to not go anywhere, alright, sweetheart?" he says and sticks the key in the ignition. the doors click shut. im trapped.

***

everything is slowed. maybe im too calm for whats happening, but my biggest issue now is my vision and its blurriness. i follow the road we're going and i cant even read the signs on the boards. i dont know whats happening.

wooyoung pulls up into a parking lot of some restaurant that shows that its closed due to the storm. the silence is thick. im scared that if i open my mouth i'll sob. i havent looked at him once.

my hand reaches to open the car door. it doesnt open. i dont try again. i think im going to die here today.

"my father will pay you any amount you want if you just take me back safely," i say. "or leave me here. but you'll get whatever you want."

"i dont want his money, sweetheart," he says. his nickname makes my eyes shut in rage. it drives me up the fucking wall.

"then what do you want?" i ask, painfully calm. i want to scream and thrash but my body wont let me. its failing me.

"whatever they were saying back there about me, it wasnt true," he says. i dont say anything. he touches my face and i flinch, and he gently moves me to look at him.

his bruised face, busted lip and red coated teeth are unfamiliar to me. but his brown eyes are the same. this cant be the man i love. this cant be the person ive been with for nine months.

"im not going to hurt you," he says softly. "i promise."

"you pointed a fucking gun in my face," i grit through my teeth, my eyes glossing over. "and killed men ive known since i was a girl. im supposed to believe you?"

wooyoung shakes his head, his eyes growing sad as if i dont have the right to be afraid of him. "those people are not who you think they are."

"who the fuck are YOU," i ask sharply. "and what do you want from me?"

"i just want to tell you the truth."

"thats a first."

wooyoung sighs and turns his whole body in the drivers seat. i dont see any sign of his gun anymore. "i dont know how to say this in a good way...theres no way for me to say it softly. but your father's a war criminal."

i blink at him. "what?"

"he funds terrorist groups in yemen, libya, across borders in south east asia. he sells them guns. he sells to anyone who'll buy."

i shake my head and scoff. "you're not fucking serious."

he looks at me pointedly. "did it look like i was joking back there?"

back there where he killed people. oh my god im in the car with a murderer.

"wooyoung, please take me home," i start to cry, holding my head in my hands. hes probably a fucking criminal, i must not know him at all if he was hiding the fact that he owns a gun. i cant be here. "my father will give you anything–"

"i dont want anything from him, mira!" he insists, taking my hand. i jump in my skin, immediately pulling away. it doesnt even feel right. i feel like a cornered dog.

"your father's hiding behind his mining exploits in central africa, funding militias who rely on arms dealing. hes one of the biggest criminals in the world. i got close to exposing him, and thats why his fucking goons attacked me."

this cant be real.

"who are you?" i whisper, horrified.

"im not going to hurt you," he says again, but the more he says it the more i wanna rip my ears off so i dont have to hear it again. wooyoung pulls something out of his jacket, and i expect to see his gun again, but its a gold badge.

not even the police. not even the CIA.

interpol.

i look at him in disbelief. "you're a–"

"spy," he finishes for me. "yes, mira. im a spy. the days i couldnt be there for you, i was watching your father."

my mind starts to scramble. its like the neurons are short circuiting. ive seen this somewhere, maybe james bond. maybe some other bad action flick we watched together. but not real life. i think i wouldve preffered if he just cheated on me.

"how long have you been doing this?" i ask, looking down at the door handle.

"months."

"how long?"

"ten months."

as long as we've been dating.

that whole accident. everything was perfect. its like it was fated. wooyoung told me it was fate–he believed in shit like that. but did he really? or did he just think i did?

i start to laugh uncontrollably.

"when you rammed my car," i chuckle humorlessly. "that wasnt an accident...was it?"

there's a brief pause. and then his admission.

"i was following you."

i look at him in disgust. i cant tell if hes ashamed or not.

"i was just meant to get close to you, but it didnt look like we would be friends," he cringes as he says it out loud, as if realizing just now how bad it sounds. "but our relationship is real to me, i promise. i just got compromised."

"oh shut the fuck up," i scoff. "what did you think was gonna happen, you put my father in jail and then run off into the sunset with me. can you get fucking real?"

i cant believe my ex boyfriends a spy.

"im not lying, mira," he defends, sounding helpless. "i know its bad, but you're a smart girl. you know i had to do this. i was only lying about this. your life, my life, everything was at risk. i couldnt–"

"i let you touch me," i grit through my teeth.

"im sorry," he says, like he couldnt help it. "things were just happening. we thought you couldve been on it. a war criminal with an only daughter whos studying to be an international criminal lawyer, who works with refugees of countries that are destroyed because of insurgency. you dont think thats odd?"

"please dont fucking talk to me about logistics right now."

i put my head in my hands again, and my sobbing gets uncontrollable. i always knew my father was a rough man, im not stupid. a man with millions off of just mining. i work with people whose lives are ruined by those people everyday. the irony is sickening to me, but theres a reason we dont have the best relationship. we're different people.

but a war criminal?

"im sorry for pointing my gun at you," wooyoung apologizes, making me want to lose it. "thats unforgivable. i wont ever do it again."

"do i even know you?" i sniffle pathetically.

"you do, baby, you do. this is all i hid from you. but everything else, our dates, our love. everything is real–"

"we started off as a lie," i lean back into the seat and stare straight ahead, feeling empty. "you were lying for months. you're a fucking stranger to me."

he doesnt know what to say. for once wooyoung cant open his mouth. i guess thats the other version of him.

"im gonna get us food," he says. ive lost my appetite. but if i dont eat i might just throw up my own bile.

"the restaurants closed, cant you read?"

"somewhere else. somewhere further away."

"are you going to kill me?"

"no, mira," he says defeatedly. "im not a bad guy."

we drive to some shitty diner thats somehow still running in this weather. wooyoung orders for me, i let him, because clearly i dont have a choice in who controls what anymore.

my father's a war criminal. everyday after my classes, i'd go to work, sit at a table with kids who dont know have birth certificates, who dont even have parents anymore, who have nowhere to go because their homeland was reduced to rubble, and i'd look them in the face, sign papers that help them find some place in life after they lost everything, family, limbs, and my father  is a war criminal. im a fucking fraud.

i sit at the table, looking at my own hands and wooyoung comes to sit down after. we're the only ones here.

"what's your real name?" i ask him lowly.

"wooyoung."

"dont spies use fake names?" i snort.

"you have my real name and have met my real parents. im telling you, aside from everything else, nothing was a lie."

"why did you date me?" maybe this is the wrong time to focus on this, but i dont know what fucking else im supposed to ask. its my first time dating a spy, forgive me.

he looks at me with an undefinable stare. "because i wanted to."

how selfish. i narrow my eyes. "you didnt think i'd ever find out?"

"there were times you almost did. but i was hoping you'd never have to see me this way."

"and how do you see me?" i honestly wanted to know. am i collateral? privileged girl caught up in the wrong kind of life? a cliche?

"you're a good person, mira," he tells me with what i feel is genuine, but i dont trust my feelings anymore. "you really are. its why i had to keep you away from this."

i lied next to him most nights. even this morning. he could have killed me at any time. i wouldnt even have seen it coming.

"how many of you are there? in my life right now?"

"there's a man working at your mother's house. but thats all i can really tell you."

he must really trust me. seeing as if i was evil, i would have just let my father know that immediately. a waiter puts down a hot chocolate infront of me, and a black coffee for wooyoung.

"what happens to me now?" i shrug. its clear i dont have to fight for this break up anymore. fate sealed the deal for me.

"i cant let you go back," he sighs apologetically. "your life is in danger. your father has too many people pissed off right now. he drove up his prices, they'd do anything to get money out of him. you're staying with me."

how amazing.

"and what happens to you?"

he pushes his hair back, wincing everytime he makes an expression because of shawqi's beating.

"my cover's blown, so im fucked. i just dont know how badly. if my agency knows, they'll take me out. if your father's allies know, which they probably do, they'll take me out. either way, everybody wants to kill me. including you."

i frown deeply, squeezing my own arms. if everyone wants to kill wooyoung then why am i with him right now.

is he using me as leverage? so my father wont kill him?

the question makes my hair raise. i look down at my hot chocolate and its like my head starts running at a million. i think i have to get the fuck out of here.

our food comes and wooyoung starts digging in like hes starving. i watch him, picturing him in a ditch somewhere, completely ruined by some unseen criminals.

the image makes my stomach burn. even though hes a lying bastard, i dont want him dead. what the fuck do i do? i dont think i can do anything.

"i think theres still time to save face, i dont think my agency knows yet. im gonna get us to a safehouse because i had to toss my phone. i took the tracker out of my car too. i guess we'll see when we get there," wooyoung says casually. and i realize how disconnected he really is from this. this is his life. this is how hes been living it away from me.

how did it get to this point. how does one just get this job. i think of instances of what happens to spies when they're found out. they fake their deaths, go on the run, get tortured by enemy governments, are left to rot by their own government, the possibilities of hell are endless.

wooyoung licks his fingers, still looking handsome despite the blood on his face. he gets awkward while i stare at him, i know im being weird but i dont care.

"your hot chocolate's getting cold," he tells me.

"you have no idea what you're doing, do you?" i say genuinely.

wooyoung furrows his brows at me.

"i have a feeling you constantly underestimate me," he says, which stirs something in me. i dont know what it is.

i clearly dont know him. so maybe i do.

i get up without saying anything. "im going to the bathroom." he doesnt object. he just watches me walk off, and i feel his eyes on me the whole time.

the bathroom only has three stalls. and theres a window without burglar bars in every one. i get on top of the toilet and try to push one, but of course, its frozen shut.

i take out my lighter. im an ex smoker, but i still carried one around whenever wooyoung or my friends needed one. i flick open the lighter and hold it to the window, and after a few minutes, it completely shatters. i shielded my face just enough to avoid getting impaled.

the shards dropping are loud, and i wonder if it echos. i can see the car from the windowframe, but i dont have the keys. wooyoung does.

i go back to him nonchalantly, and he gives me a weird look.

"did you slip in there?" he asks. i nod.

"its a little wet for some reason. im getting really cold now."

"do you want my jacket?" he offers. "i did drag you out without your coat."

his guilt will make him do anything now. i nod and hold my hand out for the coat. wooyoung looks back and puts his gun into his pants before shrugging it off and handing it to me. its warm, just like him.

i wrap his coat around me, exaggerating a shiver. he immediately grabs my hands, folding his over mine to warm them. "your hands are so cold. did you take your iron pills this morning?"

"its also just freezing outside," i say blandly. i look down and cant see his keys in his pockets, but i have to make sure.

"can you hug me, please?" i ask softly. his eyes warm like hes been waiting for me to ask anything from him.

"of course, sweetheart." he pulls me in, tightly holding me like an anchor to a ship. i wrap my hands around his waist, feeling around his pockets. his keys are in the jacket. i try to pull away but he doesnt let me.

"not yet," he says softly. "please."

his words make my chest burn. i feel my eyes start to water again. this hug feels like him, it feels like maybe everything was real. but i cant believe it right now. i cant afford to.

when wooyoung finally lets go, regret shines along with the gloss in his eyes. he wants to cry.

"im sorry," he says. "i know ive been saying it a lot but, fuck."

i nod solemnly. "i want to finish up in the bathroom."

"mira," he calls me when i get to the door. i peer over my shoulder.

"i..."

he wants to say i love you. i know he does. hes sappy like that. he said it everytime during sex and thats how i knew he was close. tmi.

i give him a soft look thats not quite a smile. then i go back inside the bathroom and start to climb through the window.

i drop out with an awkward landing, hearing my joints crack at an embarrassing volume. i sprint to his car, looking everywhere in his jacket for the keys. but they're just not there.

"fuck!" i scream. but he didnt have them on him?

"looking for these?" his voice comes from behind me. i turn around slowly and wooyoung dangles the keys from his fingers. im done.

"you'd make a good spy, you know," he tells me, almost mockingly. "the keys were in my jacket. but when you hugged me i stole it back. i knew you were only hugging me to get to them. i know you dont love me the same."

i glare at him, both frustrated and defeated.

"where are you going, mira?" he asks me. theres no threat. its just curiousity. and its fucking patronizing.

"everyone wants to kill you, wooyoung, you said it yourself," i admit with difficulty. "and even though i cant stand my father. i dont think i deserve to die for or with either of you."

"so you were gonna run?"

"yes."

"and go where?"

"anywhere that isnt with the guy who everyone wants dead."

wooyoung laughs and theres something sharp in it. i cant tell if hes hurt or not.

"alright," he sniffs and forces a smile. he tosses me the keys. i catch them with both hands, utterly confused.

he walks up to me, his hands going behind my neck. he moves my hair to the side and unhooks the necklace he gave me.

"what are you..."

he opens the pendant, something i didnt even know he could do and taps it against his palm. something falls out. it looks like a memory card with a growing red light.

"i took out your tracker," he tells me, making my eyes widen. "i put it on you to make sure i always knew where you were, so if you were in trouble i'd know. but your leash is off, sweetheart. i really hope you make it out there on your own."

im frozen. i have the keys. but i cant move.

"well?" he says softly, looking at me intensely. "go, you wanted to leave. im not holding you back."

i fucking hate this. my lip starts to quiver. i want to leave him behind, i want to run. but i dont want to die. and i dont want him to die. and i dont want to leave. and i just wanted us to work out. i just wanted it to be him.

"come here," he says and pulls me into another hug, putting my head on his chest as i start sobbing uncontrollably.

"i fucking hate you, woo." i sob into his shirt as i grip it. he rubs my head softly, and i feel everything spiral all over again.

"i know." he mutters defeatedly.

***

A/N: lowkey idk why i write traumatizing shit like this LMAOOO its like i didnt even try being happy today. do you think wooyoung is a good person. do you think mira loves him less than he loves her. do you think he ACTUALLY loves her. lmk

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