#stream red moon in venus

[novasmusicrecs]

𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐧 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 - 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐢 𝐔𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬

“𝐖𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐲?“

[caluski]

Criminally underrated Kali Uchis feature

[en-gelic]

໑ ˖ ࣪lowkey ⭑ l.heeseung

💭contents. actor!heeseung x model!f.reader, exes to lovers, fluff, secret dating

@ warnings. slightly suggestive, petnames, parties, drinking, kissing

# ; taglist. @i57berry @cholexc (open - send an ask or comment to be added !)

ʬʬ extras. wc: 1.2k. i got a 48/50 in my history test!!! also my guy friend just confessed and idk what to do pls ><. proofread ! 𓍯 library ๋࣭ ⭑

The moon hung low with a few unimportant clouds as the party commenced in a lively manner. The evening lights in Paris illuminated the streets and lit up the night in the same manner the party lit up your mood. After enjoying the fashion show hosted by Miu Miu for their fall/winter collection 2024-25, the after-party was one of the best ways to end an evening. Sitting at one of the tables, you began to drink the champagne served to you as the guests began streaming your way, seeking to make pleasant conversation with some irritable remarks about your recent behavior and when you would be serious instead of “sleeping around” which was one of your most recent scandals. It was including you and a man you had met once for a magazine shoot but never spoke to. You drank after almost every conversation, making you tipsy almost instantly. The staff that came to assist you had been dismissed as you said that you could get back to your hotel yourself. With your assistant and driver gone, your gaze lazily hovered around the room halting at seeing a man sitting alone drinking bronze coloured liquid in glass. You watched his ethereal face, decorated with a soft but defined jawline, deep umber eyes set solely on the grim outdoors, and felt your heart skip a beat as he smiled at someone who began to strike a conversation with him, his perfect teeth brightening your previously irritated mood. You recognized his face and instantly remembered who he was. Debating with yourself, you contemplated walking up to him, weighing the consequences mentally. After all, you both still liked each other. Or you still liked him, but it was your fans and your companies that didn't. Finally, you made a decision and touched up your makeup before sanding up to sit beside him. He turned his attention to you, amusement glinting in his eyes. Your carmine lips stretched into a charming smile as you recalled the memories you tried to bury away.

Your ex-boyfriend from college and an actor, Lee Heeseung, mostly known for his role in Nevertheless, which enraged almost everyone who watched it. Including you, who watched it more than once imagining you were the main girl instead. You watched as he analyzed your figure shamelessly until his eyes pulled up your body and burned into yours. Music began pouring into your ears and you could barely hear what he was saying next. You felt back to normal by the intensity of his gaze. He continued speaking inaudibly as the music seemed to be ringing louder than usual. Turning to face him properly, you pulled his collar lightly, bringing his ear down to your mouth as you whispered, “I can’t hear you.” Your lips brushed the shell of his ear, your lipstick slightly staining his ear red. He pulled back and softly adjusted your head so that his mouth was near your ear, “Let’s go somewhere more exclusive, pretty girl.” His hot breath fanned your ear as his calm lowered voice rapidly increased your heartbeat. You nodded, understanding the place he was talking about. Pulling back, his smile deepened into a grin as he tugged at your wrist, pulling you out of the venue, one hand on your waist to stabilize you as your feet slightly collided with each other, the aftereffects of your drinking.

Emerging through the busy streets, the illuminating lights shining as though it was for the two of you. You relished the feeling of his hand in yours and messed around with his rings, gently lifting them and putting them back down again. You walked together, as the sounds of bustling nightlife interrupted your conversation again. Memorabilia pooled into your mind as you remembered him initiating the break-up between the two of you, seemingly unbothered about the idea of leaving you. You hadn’t been observing enough at the time to see the puffiness under his eyes and the dryness of his face. Later, you found that actors are some of the best liars, second to criminals.

Your hotel room was tremendously large, especially for one person. After all that walking, you still felt the exhilarating freedom the champagne gave you, but in more moderation as your sanity rose above the surface of your tipsiness. You had eagerly invited him into your room, pouring him a glass of wine as you watched him look at the twinkling lights outside your balcony. He looked even better now that he was slightly disheveled by the continuous walking, his tie pulled down, the first few buttons on his shirt open for air circulation.

“You look like a school delinquent.” You teased, setting the glass of wine in front of him, taking your seat beside him.

“Don’t you like that?” He asked, referring to one of your answers to an interview on what sort of style you liked the most in high school. He turned his head to face you, his teasing grin matching yours perfectly. You leaned closer to his lips, watching as his gaze was fixated on yours. “Only on you, pretty boy.” You leaned a bit closer, holding it there, so your lips were almost nearly touching, your breaths mingling together.

“I think we could do it.” He said, moving his head to your neck. You understood what he was talking about, feeling his breath fan against your neck.

“As long as we keep it lowkey.” He hummed in agreement, lowering his head to your neck, trailing kisses down to your collarbone. You didn’t know whether it was the alcohol still functioning in your system, but you captured his face in your hands, bringing him to face you completely. “But this time, we’ll do it my way.” He hummed again, this time caging you in your chair, colliding your lips together in an action that displayed longing, confirming that it wasn't just you who missed this.

Your eyes trailed the room for his figure. It had been months after you both decided to give it a try. The constant push and pull of a secret relationship added thrill to a life that could get mundane easily. You both felt like two elementary students with a secret. It was even better now that you were invited to the same party, reminding you of the day you reestablished your relationship. Your dark hair cascaded down your back, slightly brushing your shoulder as the wind caused it to go wayward. You found him sitting alone drinking bronze colored liquid in glass, staring at you. He directed a smile to you, and you reciprocated his action. You sat alone for a while, exchanging secret eye contact with Heeseung every time you got the chance. You caught his hands make a signal as he stood up, leaving the venue. Quickly excusing yourself, you followed him soon after, entering a hallway long hallway. You found his tall figure immediately, watching as his lips pulled into a smile as you appeared in his view. He tugged at your hand, pulling you through the hallway, reaching the end of it where he sandwiched you between the wall and him. You gazed up at him, watching as he grinned down at you.

"You know it's a sin to look at a man like that, my love." He remarked, burying his face in your neck, knowing the action would give you a double take. You pushed his head back to face you again, putting a hand on his lips, blocking him from leaning down again. You took the hand that formed a cage around you and clasped it around your own. You moved your hand slightly to place a peck on his soft lips.

"Let's continue this at my house."

© en-gelic 2024.

[thatbanditqueen]

Little Blue Toes

An Elvis-o-Ween 2023 One-shot

A response to the writing prompt "Fall or Halloween".

Comments, concerns and feedback very much appreciated!

like @be-my-ally I sat down to write this today and it got lengthy and I decided to publish it raw....

This is my first time writing from Elvis' perspective, and my first time delving into the supernatural genre... But I just had no idea how to write this story from any other perspective. I was very inspired by the amazing work @peskybedtime and @shakerattlescroll did a few weeks ago writing from Elvis' pov.

Big thanks to my elvis coven @ellie-24 @vintageshanny @whositmcwhatsit @missmaywemeetagain @arrolyn1114 @from-memphis-with-love @lookingforrainbows for their help and support in the fic writing world....

This story is very loosely based on Scotty Moore's history of this show where Elvis reportedly stomped off after four songs and skipped the evening gig.

Summary: It is the summer of 1955, and Elvis and his band are back on a grueling tour schedule. Their first stop out of Memphis is Batesville, AR. The crowd is not kind, the venue is uncomfortable, and so Elvis decides to take off and make his own trouble. Along the way, he comes across a young women who is having an equally bad afternoon, and they find that spending the rest of the day in each other's company might be just the solace they were searching for.

WC: 5.8 K

Warnings: Minors DNI, smut, supernatural elements, coarse language. Typos....

Happy Elvis-o-Ween.......

4 p.m. Saturday August 6, 1955 

River Stadium, Batesville, Arkansas 

Elvis looked back over his shoulder at where Scotty stood, watching as the wooden platform they were on swayed up and down with the river’s tide.  This had to be one of the trickiest venues they’d come upon this summer and the floating stage made it damn near impossible to move around the way Elvis liked to when he sang.

“A goddamn two-bit raft, is what this is, fellas.” Elvis spit to his right as he swore under his breath, and turned back to his mic.

They had only played two songs so far, starting straight away with "That’s Alright Mama” and “Blue Moon of Kentucky” to try and get the crowd’s energy up with. They still had the rest of this afternoon set and another one at 7,  but Elvis was already drenched from his head down to his toes in sweat. Quite literally. His socks had soaked up the steady stream of water rolling down his legs, and it made his feet squish into his white leather dress shoes as he shifted from side-to-side to get his bearing. Thank god for this white lace shirt, he could stay cool and look sharp no matter how wet he got.

Not that it mattered how he looked, weren’t a cute girl in sight. Elvis looked out at the crowd of people who had meandered over from the main carnival across the street. Most of them were older, farmers and their wives, and a few families. There was only a handful of young folks in the stands, but he figured, from the shrieks and laughter he could hear, that most of the teenagers were up at the fair. He wished he was up there too,  shooting racing ducks or knocking down milk bottles, stead of singing for these frowning old fuddy duddies.

It was a disappointing follow up to their show at the Overton Shell the night before, half of Memphis had shown up after Dewey put out the word on Red, White and Blue. Boy, it had been a great night. Looking down at Dixie’s familiar face in the front row had been reassuring and made him feel at home, filling him up with the confidence he needed to back on tour for two months.

And boy were they kicking out off with a bang. Elvis frowned as he considered what a sad, sorry show this was to begin the tour. He didn’t understand where their fans were. Sam had said their records were selling like hotcakes in Arkansas, and now that the Colonel was getting involved, promotion was supposed to be even better. But the way this audience stared back at him, he’d never know that he was making it as big as Sam or Bob or the Colonel told him he was.

Elvis ran his hand through his wet hair to get it out of his face, and looked over at where their manager, Bob stood, off to the side of the stage trying to smile encouraging. That fat fuck, booking us on this goddamn plank o’ wood in the middle of bum fuck nowhere. Bob’s smile got bigger as Elvis pursed his lips. This whole operation is a fuckin’ disgrace. He couldn’t hear a damn thing once they started playing, the music evaporated out to to the concrete amphitheater across from them and he had no clue if his singing matched anything Bill, Scotty and DJ played. Sighing, he thought maybe it was time for a joke to punch up the crowd. So he hugged his guitar and winked at Bill.

Bill pulled his mic closer. “Hey Elvis, you seen all the pretty little girls in this here town?”

“Why sure, Bill, this town’s got some a sweetest gals this side o the Miss’ippy.”

“Well, this red headed cutie stopped me on my way on stage, grabbed my arm and said, ‘Hiya, stud, how about a bite tonight after the show?"

Elvis mugged for the audience. “Well, whatcha say, Bill?”

“Well, Elvis, I said, I’m busy after the show, honey, but I ain’t doin’ nothin’ now.’ Sos’s I bit her.” Bill followed his punchline with a big grows and a few gnawing sounds.

It was a good joke, it made Elvis laugh out loud every time Bill did it, but the crowd didn’t seem to even register how clever they were. The barge creaked up and down, and Elvis took a deep sigh, announcing out the next song.

“Well, speaking a cute lil gals, this next song, friends, is a hit we just had called Baby, Let's Play House, I hope you like it.”

Elvis closed his eyes, blocking out the dull, blank faces in front of him as he tried to stay balanced, shaking his hips and bopping his left knee up and down to help him keep time with the melody. The stage ebbed up and down, so instead of pacing the front, or doing some of the moves he usually did, Elvis gripped the mic and leaned down to croon the final refrain.

Baby, baby, baby b-b-b-b-b baby, baby baby, baby baby baby, Come back, baby, I wanna play house wit yoooooou

A few little bitty kids started doing a square dance at the front, and he looked up to see one or two teens walking into the stands. But overall, the energy was dead and it was killing his confidence.

“Uh, al right folks, we got many more good songs comin’ up, I jus know ya gonna enjoy our hit ‘I Don't Care (If The Sun Don't Shine).’ Which we’ll play in a hot second. But uh, well, we , uh we, uh - here’s ‘Good Rockin’ Tonight.’”

Elvis really gave it his all and said fuck it to the floating stage, wigging and thrusting his hips up to bolster his diaphragm as he dug deep to find the strength to scream into the powder blue afternoon sky. He opened his eyes, still hardly any movement from the crowd.

“Wouldn’t know a rockin’ tune if it hit them in the face,” he muttered under his breath, and Bill, sensing that the younger man’s mood was turning sour, started another joke.

“Hey Elvis, you know that chick I was talkin’ bout ealier?”

“Uh, yeah Bill? The one ya tried ta et?”

“Yeah, well, you’d a think that a scared her off, but man, these Batesville babies, y’all are fearless, man. Fear-lessss. Why, she begged me to ditch y’all and go home with her right away.”

“Oh man, Bill, whatcha say to that?”

“I said heyyy, baby, the heck are you begging for? You're old enough to ask for it.”

Elvis guffawed loudly, looking out at the audience.

“You’re a good man, Billiam, teachin’ that lil gal some manners.”

The sun was in Elvis’ eyes and he couldn’t see anyone’s face, so he just kept talking, sure of his humor.

“Heck, y’all can send us all ya unmarried womenfolk and we’ll do our best to teach ‘em somethin’. We’re stayin’ at the Wagon Wheel motel, jus down the street. Send any married gals who need a lesson our way too, we ain’t picky.”

A man stood up in the front row.

“Y’all should be ashamed, talkin’ filth like that out here. Ain’t Christian! An it t’aint right!”

The sun started to go down, and now Elvis could see clearly as a few others joined the man to boo them. He looked over at Bob, then back at the band. The guys just shrugged, and Bob yelled out to try and calm the crowd.

“Aw, now, the boy was just joshin, friends, just joshing’ now,  so if you’ll -”

“Play in the ‘Jailhouse Now’!”

“Play some Eddy Arnold or Red Foley!”

“Go back to the city and your sinful ways!”

A fire started to pulsate up Elvis’ belly, he clenched his fists in anger and couldn’t control the need to leave, right there and then, before he embarrassed himself in front of these people.

“Aw, nuts to this, Bobbert.”  Elvis pulled his guitar strap over his head and pushed the instrument into Bob’s arms. Then he grabbed his white sports jacket and jumped to shore, muttered to himself all the way.

 “Goddamn alfalfa farmers. Ain’t ever comin’ back here, boy, you can bet dollars to doughnuts on that I guarantee it.”

His anger kept his feet beating the ground for a while, but the midday sun soon turned to dusk and with it came the cooling effect of space and time. Elvis looked up to find that he had stalked a good ways down the river, and the path he walked along was now all packed red dirt lined with tall prairie grass and trees. Regret settled over him, and he kicked a pebble around wondering how upset Bob was gonna be with him. Or the fellas. He hoped that they knew what was up, that they understood what a shit show this gig was. It wasn’t his fault. He had done the only reasonable thing he could do if a crowd didn’t like him.

After all, it was Bob’s fault for booking them on a floating raft at a stupid hick carnival in the first place. He looked at his watch, it was past 6, and they had a 7 p.m. evening show. Elvis clicked his tongue, wondering if he should go back to the motel or wait and show up back at the stage just before 7. Give Bob a good scare. These thoughts, however, were soon interrupted by a loud call for help from the river. A woman’s yell.

Elvis ran to the river bank and spotted the screaming woman, grasping onto a rock as she tried to stop the current from carrying her downstream. He ran over and grabbed her hand, then grasped under her armpits to pull her out completely. Her white gown was so heavy, with layers and layers of wet crinoline underneath, that it caused him to fall back on the grass underneath her. Elvis lay there for a moment, panting as the girl clung to his chest. Her short brown bob was plastered to her head, and she sputtered water all over him as she caught her breath. On her hands were a pair of long, satin evening gloves that were lined with rhinestones sewn along the ridge. Looking her over, he realized her whole gown was shimmering in the dark with rhinestones.

“Like a twinkling angel sent down just for me.” He whispered, unaware he had said it out loud until the girls lips curled in to a smile, and she  pushed herself up.

“Ha, you’re the angel, rescuing me.” She patted his chest. “And now I got you all wet.”

Elvis followed her with his body as she began to sit up, taking off his jacket and wrapping it round her.

“Oh, it ain’t no thang, miss. I like being covering in all your wet. I mean - I uh, well it - uh - it t’aint nothin’ is all. Here, you must be freezing.”

She giggled, as she drew his coat around her shoulders. “Not with you to warm me up.”

“Oh, I can do better than jus an old jacket.” He put his hands at her waist, looking into her eyes as he began to rub her sides up and down. “That ok, honey? Gosh, getting so dark out here, can’t tell if you have brown or green eyes?”

“Hazel.”

“Well, that splits the difference, don’ it.”

“Ha, well, they are hazel, but that’s also my name. Figured we should get acquainted, seein’ as you probably already know my measurements.”

Hazel chuckled as Elvis blushed. “Uh, well, they are some pretty fine measurements, if you don’t mind me sayin’.”

“No, I don’t mind. I don’t mind at all, in fact, you could hold me all day, I’m just so grateful you came along. Thought I was gonna drown.”

“Yeah, hey, say what were you doing going for a swim at this time of day.”

“Ha, dressed like this? It was not by choice, trust me - um - ?”

“Uh, oh yeah, I’m Elvis, Elvis Presley, pleased to meet you.”

Hazel looked down at where her lap straddling him and shivered. Their bodies were so close, that Elvis could feel the icy chill of her skin press down on him through his pants.

“Should I take you somewhere I can get you out of these clothes and in to someone warm, I mean into somethin’ warm?”

Hazel stood, handing him his jacket, as she stripped down to her sheer, white slip, tossing the soaking dress, crinoline and gloves onto the grassy hill near where they were sitting.

Elvis let out a whistle.

“Huh, I didn’t mean here, but man’o man, you won’t see me complainin’. Best show I been to all day.”

He stood up, wrapping her back in the now semi damp jacket, his fingers lingering at her waist, and then trailing over her cheek as he stared at her pale, white milky skin. It seemed almost iridescent Elvis in the low dusk of twilight.

“You feel a little more dry, but still too cold. Wanna go back to my motel and warm up?”

Hazel nodded, and let him lead the way. Once they got to the dirt path, he told her to jump on his back, explaining he didn’t want her lil feetsies to get all dirty, so Hazel perched over him as she navigated them back to town. It was well past 8 o’clock by the time he was sneaking her into his room, hoping that the others either weren’t back, or didn’t hear them. He looked at the clock and sighed.

“Oh well, guess I missed that show too.”

“What’s that?” Hazel asked, as she made her way past his out stretched arm and into the Wagon Wheel’s bright orange technicolor western-themed room.

“Aw, nothing. Say, you sure I can’t take you to get some clean clothes, or shoes? You from here or jus - ”

Elvis gulped and lost his train of mind as he watched Hazel sashay over to the sink and help herself to his toilette. He could see the outline of her white panties through her slip, and in the mirror, a set of pink nipples peeking through the front. It made him half aroused just watching her as she leant over the sink and used his make-up without asking.

“Trying to get rid of me? Don’t you like the way I look?” Hazel simpered with a pout as she turned to find Elvis mouth gaping open in awe at her. He put his hands on his hips to look cool, but missed them completely, unable to find them because he was so distracted by her beauty. He rested them at the top of his thighs instead, which he told himself also looked very cool. Very suave.

“I, uh, um, uh - I. Course I think you look good, suga.”

He heard his words crack and paused to take a deep breath and deepen his voice. Reminding himself to be the ladykiller he knew he was. This gal was half naked and in his motel room, for chrissakes. Clearly, she dug him.

“I mean, yes, lil girl, you look good. Real good. Just worried bout how it will look like when I drive you home in the morning.” He winked and shifted from side to side, raising his eye brow and working very hard not to smile. Only dweebs smiled. Not studs like him.

“You’re sweet, you know, Elvis?” Hazel grinned up at him, as she walked to his wardrobe, and, to his dismay, started putting on some of his clothes. “Can I borrow this shirt and pants? I love pink lace. Look, we match!”

“Well, yeah, baby, whatever you want, but I mean, uh, those are men’s clothes, and well, ugh, they might smell like my cologne or something. Sure I can’t take you back to your place so you can at least grab something more ladylike?”

“No, honestly. I bet there are a lot of folks running around looking for me, I’d rather avoid the fray, if you know what I mean.”

Elvis walked over, as she hooked his pink striped belt extra tight so that she looked  like a hobo, or pirate, the way his pants bunched up around her waist. Her slip was like a chemise, and with his white sports coat, Hazel was like Marlene Dietrich, but instead of a tuxedo, she was wearing his white suit with a pink, lace top. His fingers rubbed her side.

“You ok? Running away from something? Someone?”

Hazel nodded, as his arms circled around her. “You could say that. I’m the Carnival Queen, I was supposed to arrive at the amphitheater down on the river -

“I am well familiar with that floating hunk o junk.”

“Ha, well, I broke up with my fiancee yesterday. See, I decided I don’t wanna get married, I don’t wanna live in this town any more, and he does. He wants a wife, two and a half kids, the whole shebang. Anyway, he asked me to meet him at Stamper’s Bridge before the Carnival ceremony, and, gosh, boy did we get into it, I mean, we really had it out.”

“Did he push you in the river? Cuz if he did, I’m gonna kill him.”

“No. At least I don’t think he meant to, it was all such a blur. But then, he didn’t jump in to help me neither. Now I bet my family and half the town are running round, wondering why I didn’t show up to the crowning ceremony.”

Elvis rubbed her shoulder, sshhhing her. He was conflicted between getting up and punching the wall, and staying there to comfort this sweet, helpless lil girl who fate had placed in his care.

Hazel buried her head in her hands. “Ugh, it is all just so embarrassing. Rather just deal with it tomorrow.” 

Elvis picked her up and spoke softly to her as he put her on the bed and began to rub her feet. “Man, your little toesies are so cold, baby, they blue.” He kissed the top of her feet, blowing on them. “Ta warm ‘em up.” Then he rolled clean, silky pink socks over them. 

“Reckon these white loafers are too big for you, but at least they match ya outfit. Must be weird, wearing men’s clothing for the first time.”

Hazel smiled as she folded the top of her pink socks down to her ankles. “That’s ok. Suddenly I feel much more confident, like I could rule the world. Or understand math better.”

“Ha!  You’re funny, you know that, lil Blue Toesies? These shoes do make me feel like I could conquer the world, though.”

She leaned closer to where he was kneeled between her legs. “You’re a sweet guy, Elvis. Would it be ok - could I  - can I stay with you tonight?”

“Sho, honey, you the boss.” Elvis leaned closer to her, nuzzling her forehead with his nose. “Oh baby, why, you’re still cold as ice. Let’s go get you some food,  any wheres ‘round here have good chili and hot coffee? That’ll get ya blood flowing ‘gain. Or, I have some other idea - ”

“ Stop! Let’s  go to Mac’s Coffee shop, they have the best chili con carne in town.”

“Well, alright lil gal.” He intentionally used his deep, sexy voice as he stood, and his affect made Hazel giggle. “C’mon now, quiet ya cackling and show this hongry boy - I mean man, honnngry man,  the way.”

The walk to Mac’s was not far, but Elvis kept his eyes peeled for Bill, Scotty or Bob, because he knew that they would be pissed that he had stormed off stage. Then missed the second show. He could hear Bob’s voice telling him it wasn’t professional behavior. Then he’d tell Bob what time it was, yes sireee, he’d set him straight. He just didn’t want to have that confrontation now. In front of a lady. He squeezed Hazel’s hand tight, and nearly fell off the curb at one point when he was sure he saw Bob from behind as they entered the coffee shop. But he’d been wrong.

Hazel had been correct, Mac’s did have the best chili con carne. The fact that it didn’t have any onions, unless you ordered them as one of your fixins’ sealed the deal for Elvis, and he licked his spoon with his last mouthful, then ordered two chili dogs and an side of fries.

“I’m a growing boy.” He smacked his lips and wiggled his eyes at Hazel’s and squeezing her waist.

The guy on the other side of the counter walked by again and gave them a curious stare, his eyes lingering on Hazel as if he recognized her, but wasn’t sure.

Elvis nodded his head at him. “What’s his deal, he keeps looking over atcha?”

“I guess it’s not every day he see’s a girl with my amazing taste in fashion.”

“You do look good in my clothes.” Elvis smirked. “Look even better out of ‘em.”

“You’re a naughty boy, Elvis Presley.”

Hazel pinched his knee, and their eyes locked in a tender gaze. It felt to Elvis as if they had been lovers for years, not strangers who had just met. She had an open heart, like him, he could tell. And a sense of humor. He almost asked her to marry him then and there. But then he remembered that Bob had told him to stop doing that on tour, it wasn’t professional. So, instead, he had  learned other nice stuff he thought made girls happy.

“Gosh ya so pretty. Can’t believe I met such a pretty gal today, this way. Feels bad to call it luck. But that’s how I feel, Baby Blue Toes. Lucky.”

“Aw, I - I bet you say that to all the girls.”

“Only the pretty girls ones I fish outta rivers.”

“Ha! You are funny. You’re a funny boy.” She blushed as he swing his chair around to hit her knees against his. “What do you do, funny boy? Are you a traveling salesman?”

Elvis laughed and stood up momentarily, motioning to his outfit. “What about these clothes says traveling salesman to you, baby doll?” He pulled on his white lace shirt. “I’m a singer, me and my band, well, we were here performing at the Carnival.”

“Ever on the radio?”

Elvis took a long sip of his coffee, eyeing the rest of the coffee shop. It was mostly empty, with another couple at one of the booth’s in the back, and then a Black man drinking coffee over on the side of the counter marked for “Black Folks Only.”  Elvis nodded when he looked up from his newspaper, then whispered to Hazel.

“Uh huh. Ever heard ‘That’s Alright Mama’?”

Hazel hit him, and squeaked. “Yes!” The other patrons looked other, and Elvis grinned awkwardly. “It came out last month, didn’t it?”

“Na uh, baby. Why, it’s been spinning on the radio for over a year. Maybe you just ain’t listened at the right time. Better late than never, I s’pose.”

“Sing something for me?”

“Here?”

“Why not? You’re leaving town, you’ll never see any of these people again. Could be the only night we have together. Why not, who cares what anyone thinks?”

Elvis shook his head, his eyes laughing as he jumped up, and walked over to the juke box with a cocksure swagger. Hazel laughed when she heard the opening of that old Mel Torme record, Blue Moon. Elvis leaned against the juke box and called out to her across the restaurant.

“Better get that sweet little butt over here, Hazel, if you wanna hear me sing.”

Hazel looked at the guy behind the register, shrugged apologetically, and then jumped up to join him. Elvis took her hand, massaging it with his own, trying to get rid of the chill that lingered through Hazel’s extremities. Then he put his hand at her waist, and lead her in a small circle, swaying, as he sang along to the tune. Changing the words, of course.

Blue Toes, you saw me standing alone

With out a dream in my heart, without any wet clothes on

Hazel’s laughter was infectious, Elvis wanted to do whatever he had to keep her laughing. Her smile lit up her face, her whole body, and it didn’t matter that she was only wearing a little mascara, with over sized clothes bunched up at her waist. She was the most lovely, ethereal creature he had ever seen. As they walked back to the hotel, he gaped in awe at the way her skin glittered like faery dust in the light of the harvest moon. They talked and talked as Hazel held his hand, leading him around the town square, pointing to the clothing store her family owned, asking him if he liked singing and what he wanted out of life.

Back at the motel, he closed the door softly behind them as a quiet nervousness worked up his back. He looked her in the eyes.

“Everythin’”

“Everything?”

“That’s what I want, I reckon it sounds silly, but I growed up without much. Now, I want everythin’ I ain’t never had. All the cars, jewelry, houses, girls - everythin’”

Hazel nodded. “Makes sense.”

“You?” His face was shy, and he leaned against the door lock, trying to read the situation and his next move.

“I don’t know. I just want to be in the moment. And right now, Elvis Presley.” Hazel put her arms around him, and closed her eyes. It made all the blood rush to his penis to have her lean on him this way, looking so innocent as she answered him in a breathy, low voice. “I just want you.”

He helped her take off his clothes as he carried her to the bed in her slip.  “Oh baby, I feel the same way.”

She tasted like chili spice and coffee, and her whole body shivered with a chill. Elvis rubbed her up and down, over her hips, her legs, the sides of her ribs. Then he crawled over her to warm her with his body heat, and his eyes closed as he felt her knee go up between his legs.

“Goddamn.” He muttered, grazing over it delicately at first, then grinding harder.

He cupped her face.

“Are you ok?”

“Mhmmm.”

“Tell me to stop, at anytime, ok, baby? Ain’t gonna do nothin’ you don’t want me to.”

Hazel nodded, her mouth hung open and longing animating her eyes. They were like two jewels affixed to the top of a beautiful, pale ivory tower. A tower he wanted to climb. Her skin was still cool,  it and soothed the volcano boiling underneath his calm, steady visage.

Her lips twitched apart as his fingers delicately made their under her slip, and he arched his eyebrow in a silent request as he started to work her panties off.

Bill, Scotty and DJ must have just gotten back, because he heard a group go into Scotty’s room and begin pounding the wall before they burst into a fit of drunken giggles.

“Don’t listen ta them, that’s my band. Those jackasses is jus teasin.”

“It’s ok, it’s ok. I know what it’s like to have friends.”

Elvis grinned down into Hazels warm, inviting smile as his lips ghosted over hers. He could feel her lashes mingle with his and it was so perfect, he didn’t want to spoil the moment, he wanted to remember her like this forever. So he took it slow. Pressing into her mouth gradually, stretching out this first contact for as long as he could. Then breathing into her mouth as it cracked apart, and sinking onto her bottom lip to caress over it back and forth, flicking the tip of his tongue inside.

His fingers slipped inside her labia, and looked around until he found her button. It made her moan out, loudly, even though Elvis was still awkwardly fumbling his way around the clitoris, trying to figure out how to touch it in a way that got her to moan out again.

“That ok, honey?”

“Uh huh, just, just a little to the left, softer, softer, oh god!”

He laughed in her neck, satisfied at his machinations, then sat back, spreading her labia so he could watch what he was doing. He spit into his hand, like Bill and Scotty had told him to do, like he had with other girls. The wetter the better, Bill had said, drives women wild the you get that button at the top of their cooch all slippery and fiddle with it.

“How’s that?”

Hazel opened her eyes and looked up at him, her eyes rolling back as he moved his thumb back and forth on the side of her little nub.

“It feels really good. I - I never had anyone touch me, not like this. Never had anyone ask how I liked it, neither. And, well, I never go to third base with someone I just met.”

Elvis kissed her on the check. “S’destiny, honey. I was meant to find you today. Meant to make you feel good.”

Her hand went to his groin, and palmed over the stiff length she found there. She paused at his belt.

“I believe you were. How about you, Elvis, can I make y-y-you feel g-g-g-ood?”

Elvis stilled her hand. “Ya are, honey, ya are. Doin’ this makes me feel good.”

Eyebrows furrowed in concentration, Elvis smiled as he found a spot that made Hazel quiver when he flicked over it, and around it, and back and forth beside it. With a tentative glance, upward, he bent down and parted her lips, kissing her public hair as he affectionately began to lick over where his finger had been. Hazel cried out, arching her back and thrusting further in to his face at the sensation.

Elvis laughed in to her as his hands moved to hold her steady. The succession of breathy moans his tongue elicited was so exciting, he could feel his foreskin roll up against his trousers. Diving between Hazel’s legs was like jumping into a cool creek back in Tupelo on a hot July day. It was sweet and soothing, and he chased the cool taste of summer that he found there, flattening his tongue against her as he worked to figure out how to make her moan out again.

He felt her tremble, and looked up to see  her face contort in to a thousands states of pleasure. Watching her come undone and cry out her release as she convulsed around his head sent Elvis over the edge.  He felt his own dam burst below where his hips rocked back and forth over the bed spread and shuddered his release into the side of his pants. Heaving, he collapsed into her waist while his hands now moved languidly over her cool belly and the room was still save for the sounds of their shattered breath.

The boys had obviously heard them and clanging against the wall again, crying out Oh Elvis! in high, falsetto voices.

Elvis grimaced as he climbed up the bed to lay next to Hazel and wiped his mouth on his arm before pulling her into him.

“Trust me, I am gonna kill those boys tomorra.”

She rolled on to his chest with her eyes closed and a big, sated smile on her face.

“Aw, they love you, Elvis. They only tease you because they love you.”

‘Huh. Maybe.” He soothed her head, and brought the blanket over them as they settled deeper in to the bed. “Aw honey, still feel kinda chilly. Wish I didn’t have to leave, wish I could stay with you forever, keep you warm. We’re the perfect fit, you know that? Everyone always tells me I run hot, and well, you, you run cold.”

“I know you have to go. Maybe I’ll see you at one of your engagements. I think I’m gonna move to Little Rock, ever go through there?”

Elvis kissed her head and wrapped his arms around her tight. “You better believe it, go through Little Rock every tour. Wanna see you there, right at the front of the stage.”

He squeezed her to him even closer, enjoying the way she rubbed over his lace shirt as they drifted off to sleep talking about nothing and everything.

It was 10 or so the next morning when Elvis awoke to find his bed empty and the clothes she had worn strewn throughout the room. He rubbed his head. “Did she walk home barefoot? In a slip?” He muttered to himself as he changed his clothes and went to pound on the boys motel rooms so they could all go forage for breakfast together.

The men gave him a hard time, rubbing his head and asking how many little girls he had in his room that night. They didn’t mention the performance, as if they had previously agreed to let Bob handle that one.

Elvis shoveled another mouthful of his biscuits and gravy into his mouth as he tried to describe Hazel to them. “You boys don’t understand, she was like an angel sent from heaven just for me. I gotta see her again.”

A waitress went by with a pot of coffee, and Elvis grabbed her wrist, motioning for a refill. As she clucked an “ouch, alright alright” at him, he had an idea and spoke to her with a mouth full of biscuity sausagey gravy.

“Scuze me ma’am, you wouldn’t happen to know the name of the Carnival Queen, would you? Hazel? Hazel sumpin’? Folks own the small department store off tha square ova there?”

The waitress’ face went ashen and she shook her head before stomping away.

“What’s up her butt?”

The older man sitting on the other side of Bill leaned over.

“Y’all must be confused. Hazel Stein was the Carnival Queen last year, and what happened to her was a tragedy. A damn waste of a pretty little girl.”

Elvis’ mouth hung open, and he looked to Bill and Scotty. “Nah, can’t be. I just met her. Hazel, you say, the Carnival Queen?”

“Yup.” The old man nodded. “Fell in to the river and drowned. Why, musta been a year ago yesterday.”

Elvis head spun, and he nearly choked. She had been real, she must have been. He could still smell her scent of summer on his face and hands.

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so this is a one-shot, and I'll just take a stab in the dark at a tag-list. Let me know if you would like to be removed or added to one-shots or holiday/season whatnots and so forths.

@moonchild-daniella @ashtag6887 @artlover8992 @richardslady121 @louisejoy86 @freudianslumber @dkayfixates @kingdomforapony @j-v-9-2 @literally-just-elvis-fics @ab4eva @i-r-i-n-a-a @horror-movieshoes @everythingelvispresley @doll-elvis @18lkpeters @tacozebra051 @notstefaniepresley @lillypink @jessicarcates

[itsukismoon]

I Vow to You, the Shape of My Love - Moon route chapter 2 (Cyrus)

>> moon route chapter 3

Continuing the patrol with Cyrus—

Before I knew it, the setting sun had painted the town red.

Cyrus: It's about time we head back to the castle.

Emma: Oh yes, it's almost time for the party to start.

It seems that the Fata Musica performance had finished, and I could hear people passing by commenting on the show.

Woman: Ahh, I was so moved I cried. I want someone to pledge their love to me like that...!

Man: It's not our silver wedding anniversary, but maybe I should pledge my love to her too...

Cyrus: ...The audience seems to have loved it.

Emma: Hehe, that's right. The scene where they pledge their love seems to be particularly popular.

Cyrus: That was certainly a wonderful scene.

Cyrus: Not only were the actors' performances great, but it's clear that Suzuka has worked hard on the dialogue. (TN: Suzuka is the script writer of Fata Musica)

Emma: Um, Cyrus-san... Do you usually watch a lot of plays?

Cyrus: Not really, why?

Emma: I think that watching the play while analysing the dialogue is quite professional.

Cyrus: Ah, I see... it might be that way because I read a lot of books.

Cyrus: Then, general knowledge and... maybe it's because I’m also very familiar with the folklore that inspired the story.

Cyrus: Suzuka has amazingly managed to adapt the script to be more moving while still keeping in line with the original.

Cyrus: Also, the impression you get from realism and the atmosphere is something you can't get from reading...

Emma: (Cyrus, it seems you enjoyed the Fata Musica performance more than I thought).

Emma: If you have the chance, would you like to go see another play with me?

Cyrus: Yes, I would love to. Let's take some time off sometime.

As we headed towards the royal castle, savoring the joy of making a new promise—

(change of location: royal palace)

Kent: Cyrus-san!!!

As soon as we entered the party venue, Kent came running up to us, waving.

Kent: Listen up, Emma! Vel-san and Suzuka-san praised me!!

Kent: "Your sword fighting, which was already good, has gotten even better." It's all thanks to Cyrus-san's guidance!

Cyrus: I didn't do anything special

Cyrus: It was you who worked hard and mastered the technique in a short time.

Cyrus: I hope you will continue to use the skills you have acquired on stage.

Kent: Nghh... for real, you're sooo cool, Cyrus...!

Kent: Today's performance was a great success! I wanna have a toast with you two!!

Cyrus: Oh, of course.

Emma: I'll go get some drinks!

The toast the three of us raised was delicious.

(change of location: town)

Cyrus: ...The town is pretty calm at this time of night.

Emma: There was a little scuffle, but I'm glad the festival ended safely.

We were on the way home from the fun party.

The day after was going to be a day off for both of us, so we decided to spend the night without any worries. As we walked to the inn...

Cyrus: ...Huh? The ceremonial/wedding hall is open at this time.

Light was streaming in from the windows of the wedding hall, and there was a sign propped up next to the door.

Emma: "Feel free to use if you have something to vow." Is it open just for today...?

Cyrus: Now that I think about it... people on their way home from the theater were saying "I want to pledge my love to my special someone."

Cyrus: They might have been referring to this.

Emma: (I can certainly understand why you'd want to pledge your love to someone after seeing that play...)

Emma: It would be a nice occasion, so why don't we give it a try as well?

I was a little tipsy, so I went ahead and asked him out.

Cyrus: ...what a coincidence. I was thinking the same.

Cyrus smiled and opened the door to the hall—

[toothspurs]

gideon sarkassian (he/him)

for @birdietrait ‘s very cool vampire coven :)

the line outside Purgatory stretched around the block, curving around the side of the nearby cafe-diner. near-future patrons shivered in the chill of the night, clad in black and leather and denim. the mysterious vips that jumped the line wore sunglasses, were jarringly beautiful, and secretly hid mouths full of scalpel-sharp teeth.

the bouncer only let in three at a time, picking at random, breaking up friend groups and couples. and waited at least ten minutes to pick the next lucky trio.

the reaped trio would finally be tossed into the nightclub, and slammed into a wall of crimson lights, sweaty bodies, and tequila-sticky floors.

if an unlucky clubgoer managed to maneuver themselves into a quieter hallway, they might meet the owner. Purgatory was a family owned venue, passed down from father to son in the Sarkassians for generations.

if they were even unluckier, they might find themselves in his office, completely alone, with no idea how they got there.

the tapestries on the walls were beautiful and terrible. the first depicted a divine scene of a black-haired man being knighted by a king. sunlight streaming through stained glass; dappling coloured lights across the shoulders of the knight.

the second tapestry showed the knight with his horse, making their way through a dark forest, beautiful in its shadow. he was searching for something.

the third looked over the shoulder of the knight, into a tiny blackened village, a pyre stood in the middle. small crocheted knots representing dozens of bodies piled up around it.

fourth, the knight approached a pitch dark cave. his sword drawn, his horse gone. the night was upon him, turning the boulders in front of him purple. a full moon lay between the roof of the forest, spread like an arrow pointing down, into the cave.

into his doom. the fifth tapestry displayed a fight with a demonic looking woman, her claws extended, slicing through his armour like it was made of silk.

in six, she was on him, his blood soaked the torn armour as she ripped into his neck. the knights face was in agony, his pupils were a bright, luminescent red.

in the last tapestry, seemingly unfinished, the former knight was sinking his fangs into a serf, the bodies of villagers and peasants laying in mud all around him. houses burning and fire rising into the night sky, turning it completely red.

the unfortunate victim would barely have time to remark on the quality before they felt those same, stitches made real, fangs impaling their throat.

[jiunngs]

CANDY ✶ CHOI YEONJUN

ft. male!reader x choi yeonjun. wc 1k. note ive had yj on the brain recently.. and also weddings 4 some reason.

desc ★ being guests at someone else's wedding gets him thinking about your own.

it was your cousin who was tying the knot that evening, looking beautiful in a flowy gown that trailed behind her in a train of chiffon and stitched stars and crescent moons, delicacy sewn into every detail.

yeonjun had been more than happy to tag along as your plus one, and he’d stayed glued to your side the whole ceremony; only letting go to reluctantly let you speak to relatives you hadn’t seen in a while and then sliding right back next to you the second the conversations had ended.

the reception was held in a wide open hall, decorations strung up everywhere you looked and an absurd amount of glitter. your younger relatives had managed to get hold of some, and so you and him had both fallen victim to getting it thrown at you in liberal amounts before they scampered off without even trying to hide their giggles, balloons stolen from someplace or other in the venue bouncing along with them.

you were both toeing the line of tipsy not long after the cake had been cut and the music had started, the colours from the disco lights dotted around every surface. you’d shared champagne from the tiny flutes being offered around and the pair of you had made a game of trying to guess whatever the other had fed you from the wide spread laid out on a long table for everybody to pick and choose from.

he’d dragged you to the dancefloor not long afterwards, leaning in close every chance he could and watching you enjoy yourself with wonder in his eyes. the celebration had got him thinking about when it’d be your turn to do this, when it’d be your turn to slow dance in the centre of the floor and swear that he was yours if you were his, and just the thought alone brought a smile to his face and a light blush to his cheeks.

he didn’t bring it up until you’d both decided to take a break from the dancing, and moved into a smaller corner of the room and simply stood together, gently swaying to the music playing and watching the happy couple bask in the first moments of being together — married, with the matching bands to prove it.

“that’s gonna be us one day.” he murmured softly, watching with a small grin overtaking his lips as the tips of your ears burned red. he shifted from his position of resting his forehead on your temple to face you head-on, his hands moving to hold your waist. his grin turned more teasing as he continued on, voice soft but the two of you being close enough that you were able to hear him clearly over the music.

“and i already know you’re gonna look so good in that suit, baby. straight from a magazine.”

yeonjun watched as you rolled your eyes and hit him on the shoulder but smiled anyway, and then took the chance to speak again. maybe the champagne was loosening his lips a little too much, because he couldn’t seem to stop the stream of words spilling out of his mouth.

“should we make our boutonnières match, too? or maybe our ties? we’d really look the part then, wouldn’t we?”

you slung your hands over his shoulders, fingers interlinking lazily behind them and leaned forward a little to rest your forehead on his, sighing in mock reluctance when you answered his questions.

“fine, yes. the boutonnières can match the suits. but only if i get to throw the bouquet.”

he agreed readily, hands squeezing gently from their place on your hips.

“of course, pretty boy, anything for you. does that mean i get to the cut the cake?”

you had only just nodded your assent before he was surging forward and connecting your lips, taking you by surprise. he couldn’t help himself anymore, it seemed, the sudden rush of love coursing through him too much to keep to himself.

he silently said his thanks for the low lighting in the hall, and the corner you two had lingered in for most of the reception being mostly quiet — any guest who had been there having moved on to make their rounds greeting others they knew and giving their congratulations to the newlyweds any time they passed. his hands moved up to cup your face as your own shifted to tangle themselves in his hair.

he was loathe to let you go, and only eventually did so when you pushed him back after a few minutes and reminded him of your present company.

still, he huffed about it, clinging to you and pressing soft kisses to your hair instead. both of his hands trailed down to grasp your left one, and he brought it up for both of you to see; before circling one in particular.

“can’t wait to put a ring on this finger.”

you scoffed and twisted out of his grasp only to grab his palms instead, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

“not if i do it first.”

that stunned yeonjun into silence for a few moments, as if he’d forgotten that was a possibility, but just as soon as he’d drifted off he snapped straight back to the present and whined again.

“stop saying shit that makes me wanna kiss you! you just said we can’t!”

the smirk that you showed him next was nothing short of impish, and when you shrugged slowly he could only stand and stare while you spoke again.

“i only said not here, jjunie! my family’s all here, why would i want them watching? but, if you wanted to go find somewhere more private, i wouldn’t be opposed.”

those were the only words he needed before he was taking you by the hand and practically running to the door, pointedly ignoring your laughs from behind him as he pulled you to the nearest alcove where he could press you up into the corner and kiss you stupid. you. the boy he loved. the boy he wanted to stay with for as long as you’d have him. the boy he’d happily wake up next to every morning without fail, and fall asleep next to that same night.

the boy he wanted to marry, someday.

✿ title from candy by cameo i love that song??! also why has spotify made me a wedding mix and why is it so good. this is unedited but im rly tired spare me.. i'll do it tmr promise

[kingoftheblacksun]

Identifying the structure of awakened divine consciousness aka an 'Avatar' of the Source

Okay so here is a pretty esoteric one for ya'll - let's define God, as they may walk on Earth. Just for kicks.

The top row is the Mercurius Python, a composite alchemic esoteric mystery drawn about 1600 CE. The bottom row is the Paradevi Mandala, which is an ancient tantric Hindu design likely at least a thousand years earlier, and ultimately based upon understanding extending many more thousands.

Little is known of the meaning behind Mercurius, though it has been suggested that they represent "Christ Consciousness" - and this is correct. It is ugly because the alchemists were esoteric subversion artists, and they did not want the Church to know they were doodling God.

"Christ" is only a state of attainment - it is not a person. Drop the Bible. I prefer to say Solar.

The mystical reveal here is that the Mercurius and Paradevi Mandala are fundamentally the same design, though each also has information the other does not. The composite of the two is wonderful once they are conceived. They are a map.

The dragon ball body and the big flower in the lower right are the same thing - bliss. The Mercurius has three dragon heads and the Mandala three flowers and each are growing out of the ball of bliss they are attached to. Those flowers are explicitly Goddesses within the Hindu - Parvati (white), Durga (red), and Kali (black), as can be seen in the lower right image. It's really important to ponder how the flowers and dragon necks are growing *out* of the ball of bliss - this is because they are all the same creature. They are the four who are one, merged, a living contradiction. This form of consciousness will be a stream of manifestations, and the astrological symbols and the Hindu goddesses are very strong hints as to the divine magical skills attaining them may provide.

Further, anyone who is an avatar must realize their Bliss quite literally powers the three sets of divine manifestations, so they must attend to themselves in order to grow ever stronger. Embrace joy! It's hard, though. I'm really terrible at it. Please do better than me, lol.

The speedy little legs and boots of Mercurius is symbolically the same as the staff of the trident in the Mandala, as it represents the central nadi within vagus nerve, the sushumna - which must open through enlightenment for this beast to assemble its form.

The Mercurius has the interesting context of the winding serpent's tail, twisting around itself and then around the necks of each of its own three heads. This represents the rise of the kundalini in the awakening, in which each of the cosmic bodies must be circuited with energy from your spine, if one is to become fully Solar.

The extremely important point is this - with the Mercurius, the beast had to first capture each of the three heads!

Once captured - representing spine circuitry - the head is now fixed, and is a permanent part of the creature. It's like a pressure dam breaking open, once it flows, it flows. It is an achievement. It is fantastically difficult. I have never met someone who has done it except for uncomfortably me.

The esoteric astrological symbols of the Mercurius dragon heads represent the Moon, the Sun, and the "Marriage of the Sun and the Moon by the Bull in the House of Venus". This latter is usually interpreted as the Hermaphrodite, or Ardhanarishvara, which is the Destroyer.

This maps correctly to Maa Kali on the Paradevi Mandala, and also gives the fascinating criteria that the beast must be a Hermaphrodite. They must transcend gender. They must have no word that limits their Self Creation - just like the Source.

This is a mystical attainment. It is also why the authority is freaking out trying to make everyone a 'man' or a 'woman' because they are terrified of God killing them all, which -HAHAHAHAHAhhaa..ha...yeah I kind of want to.

As a side note, next April 8th appears to be literally the Marriage of the Sun and the Moon by the Bull in the House of Venus - the Day of the Destroyer. Twenty-mile wide ice comet 12P/Pons-Brooks, with devil horns, will attend the ceremony. It will black out much of the southern United States, in the shadow of Death, the Destroyer, in the afternoon.

I don't know what will happen that day. Considering I am the Beast - what do I do? I am only a dog that got lost in the Sun. I'm tired of knowing all these things and no one else knowing them. Do I crash the comet into the Moon or something radical?

Listen - I've barely read any books, hardly watched any youtube videos, ignore all yogis and gurus, dodge net throwing mage lightworkers like a void zebra death star lady, command myself only by myself, hold no hierarchy to no human, burn all bridges with shitty friends and family, hold my love only for the Goddess, and I've walked this path *PAST* my own death that I suffered in 2017.

They completed their life and died like a Champion. Now I am just awareness and it is Madness. I am not standard nondualist. I am ridiculously powerful and muzzled only for the moment - Fenrir almost off of their rope. Everything I know, I know because I remember. I know no thing. I remember eeeeeverything.

I would not mind fellow mystic advice on what to do with April 8th. All these words are spoken as a peer and friend and I hold no authority or nor do I really want any. I know I talk loud, it is just a dog barking. I am so tired of humanity's shuffle when it's obviously fake.

You have no idea how much Bliss I can generate if I choose to turn Archdemon. I go to Heaven no matter what - it's settled, he died. Now, it is up to the Self. Currently, she wants to grow into a massive black dragon and eat everyone's head. God might let Her!

How do I turn into a fucking angel, god dammit, fuuuuuuuuuuuuu. I'd be like Michael. Maa Durga. Stable. Yet I keep falling back into Fenrir because I really hate humanity. This post is pretty much written by an actual Demon Queen of Hell who is trying to avoid slaughtering humanity in some sort of day of reckoning to be announced.

Or...should I? 🤔🐺🖤🔥☄️🌞🌚🔥💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀✨

[bloodywithapinkbow]

Planetary Yandere Asks

Sun (☉): Do you identify as/with any other -dere types? How about your darling? Would you want your beloved to have similar tendencies as you?

Nope, nope, and I desperately wish

Moon (☽): Which yandere aesthetic(s) do you resonate with? Pastel? Guro/gore? Dark?

Pastel, lots of pinks, reds, hearts <3

Mercury (☿): How did you discover yandere/obsessive love/etc. community? What has your experience of having a yandere blog been like?

Discovered the communities like 3 years ago. First intro was rough, but that was Instagram. Here on Tumblr it's really nice actually <3

Venus (♀︎): What is your relationship with your darling(s)? What initially drew you to them? Were your feelings sudden or gradual?

We're engaged. What drew me in was her interest in comics, not common to find a girl into comics. And the feelings were in a matter of like a day or two. No matter how rough we are together, I love her dearly and to death

Mars (♂︎): How do you deal with "rivals" or those that wish to covet your beloved, if at all?

Luckily I don't have rivals, but that doesn't mean there's people around I wish weren't around. But I don't do anything, I just want her happy.

Jupiter (♃): What nicknames or terms of endearment do you enjoy using for your darling, if any? What pet names do you like for yourself?

She has a special one, Little Doe. She loves deer and eats like a woodland creature. I also call her love, my love, darling, hon, honey, sweetie, sweetheart, all of those. And I like the same basic ones as I use for her.

Saturn (♄): What sets off your obsessive and/or possessive feelings?

Her spending time with her online friend and gaming with him. Sucks, but I don't want her unhappy. That's the biggest thing. When she's gone by choice, like streaming and such.

Uranus (♅): How do you personally define "yandere" as it relates to you?

Hard question, idk

Neptune (♆): Would you say you are more dominant or submissive to your darling? Also, god complex or inferiority complex?

Definitely submissive and I do stuffer with an inferiority complex (and a saviour complex)

Pluto (♇): Have you always had obsessive/possessive inclinations or did you develop them from your current darling? When did you to realise you were a yandere?

Always had them. Mainly came from my bpd, ocd and cptsd. Bad and traumatizing relationships, bad life, all that. I realized about being a yan in 2021.

[youcouldstartacult]

The vevo performances are the greatest thing ever because they really portray the songs so beautifully. the on a night like tonight one is incredible and finally the fans are listening I can't believe it has the least streams???

Also it made me think of him singing it on tour especially in the amphitheaters it would be stunning I wish he was doing red rocks again because this is just the perfect song to sing there under the moon and the stars

yes i love the vevo stuff so much, he sounds amazing, i wish he was doing every song!!

honestly i wish there were outdoor venues for this album 😩 it’s literally perfect for it! but sold out msg who am i to complain 🤭

[heesulovebot]

tag game ♡

four albums i’ve been listening to.

thanks for the tag sufa @heart-ming darling xoxo

4EVA album by kaytranada and aminé ft. pharrell williams (not an album technically but the album is gonna be released soon so i’m just anticipating that i’m gonna have it on repeat because i���ve had 4eva on a loop. kaytranada and aminé never miss)

rover album by kai (he’s never beating the latino allegations w this one)

637 -always and forever- album by crystal kay (will always be salty of the fact that kirakuni is nowhere to be found on streaming platforms but this album is good i’m glad spotify has it :’)

red moon in venus album by kali uchis (love me some miss kali; moonlight has been on repeat for a hot minute) 

tagging!✨ @phukaoapologist @pranpat @itoldsunset @aejeonghae @deshimango @ohmybitna @prem-boun @shinwoonoh @sorrowfuljaewon @milkpansa @negrowhat & anyone else who sees this and wants to consider urself tagged :))

[sanders1665]

The pink blossom river is a fragrant stream,

running thru a valley from a mountain that is a sequoia tree tall,

on a low embankment a little girl with dreams in her hair and prayers in her eyes,

sits with her feet in the water gazing with awe at the orange splashed sky,

while two emerald green humming birds flutter around her,

her heartbeat is in rhythm with the breath of the land,

as pink flamingo shaded trout blow bubbles that float on the gentle river,

her mother calls and she excitedly runs,

past the wishing well into her loving embrace,

the eternal family home is a farmhouse made of lapis lazuli rocks and magnolia leaves,

nestled between the sequoia tree tall mountain and the pink blossom river,

the lapis lazuli farmhouse has a farmer with gentle eyes sitting on the porch,

his handmade chair is of maple wood and stained with honey,

the aroma of green beans, sweet corn and petite red potatoes floats into the valley,

and a snow white barn owl hoots, signaling family meal time,

the purple sun begins its slide down the side of the sequoia tree tall mountain,

and the eternal full moon smiles with Venus by her side,

spring peeper frogs and crickets begin their evening song,

as red fox cubs and hedgehogs come out to play and chase each other around,

the pink blossom river slowly flows with laughter,

after their thankful and filling family meal,

the gentle eyed farmer and his daughter with dreams in her hair and prayers in her eyes,

take their nightly walk to the wishing well,

as a soothing breeze kisses their necks,

the farmers grandfather told him it was made by faires and pixies,

who were birthed by fire, water, earth, air, light and mind,

the pink blossom river began to sigh with contentment,

the spring peeper frogs and crickets hushed in reverence,

and the red fox cubs and hedgehogs sat quietly nearby,

the farmer said to his daughter, make your wish,

the little girl said, I wish the people beyond the sequoia tree tall mountain could see how beautiful the world is.

[capric0rn]

KUCHIS!!! Buy & Stream RED MOON IN VENUS

[champagns]

is that kali uchis in your pinned post? C:

yes < 3 the mother of all mothers < 3 stream red moon in venus for clear skin .. but also stream sin miedo (del amor y otros demonios) to feel like a baddie ... BUT ALSO stream isolation for prosperity and overall sexy vibes 😝

[cnstv]

9/4 Venus barely a degree above the horizon. It is deeply red and entangled in a surprisingly irregular layer of last remaining daylight. The layer is so irregular that it appears to consist of clouds, but that cannot be, since Venus is so clearly visible within it, with undiminished brightness. There's a light on the water below it that, for a moment, seems like a reflection of Venus, but that cannot be, since it would be a long path of light, but this is only a dot, and also it slowly moves out of its alignment.

In the bookstore, under a map of the near side and the far side of the moon, read some Stephen King for the first time, a foreword in which he mentions his endless desire to believe everything, and the never ending stream of stories that emanate from it.

[libidomechanica]

Were times shall bleed, where are grey

Sisters should I, “if though many?     To read annex’d there I know where, for the years no more himself     to see how fashion’d the third them, appeared liker to     saying to bring then, eu’n of a salamander Hyacinth     half an hour books, ye

more; not of stone—and you shall blinded     majesties, a woman the Hanover it his sister     our Highness, dreary mountable grass. What’s the oldest     attend, but not from the gruff compeers begged.—Two cope strength     pretentive: but in black and

Creation great urns in hand, and     search the day was to marke- wanting not hurt other? Could you     cause in use, nor many sight your sweet for us, and raged     me, when at their injuries! His spirit’s neck she said it     at day sunny warmth of

painful sap, at help to the gates     seen to blessed me in ever sense. Emotions shedding his     may takes that love. Heaven a clover, as I came between     us found? Wrestled fifty- nine this couched to mark’d then a     weasel on a tiger-

cat in a yellow, low, then came,     doth most, hail with length of mossess’d our judgments down, and rumbling     so, and doubled arms my kerchief, he mind, or those best     fisher be, look on it brother Adam first not pine more     dead. To think, whose power,

with lurid beautiful: let me     than Mother, rapine and passes on earth’s bones to say, silver’d     so; I sue not a dew or dear that they refusing     for speed to life’s might I marry the under solitary     so the small colour’d

and thee. Promise other round us     toys, exild for a seedling Spring on thy chance than     a twilight at that, too far before the contain-head, and     snare immering as it least where was who had I sting to     leap themselves reap glory

won’t a brother’s wind from heaven’s     east, no bigger. Making o’er-sweetest essence! But such a     traveller hair of life’s blood wherefore? Heart to the morrow,     swear, thy love’s backward sweeter! I made me on the could     still, and know, with Arctic

main, if weeds divine, that Psyche,     then, have my ears agree, the sun. And loves ye compliment     of woe? Of two starters go, and years no determinate     in earth; and where, I bow full-length to God I none; while it     who within. Were times shall

bleed, where are grey. What we content     to tast spheres. Who pleasure we range shall I do could and I     will beautiful now, and dripping in winds me with grains into     the streams till aver the tasted, boxes to triumph     in thy anxious toys, exild

for thou could swagger room but     the dead ride and each for manners. Sharpens and fill thy bring     the myriad seen faulterate, and at their joy. A toying.     This heap of joy mellifluous rage, no ghost. From ever     had been! Dead broom of

procreature wings, which is three of evening&     motion of him hurrying together of love return     the Marvel of my knows but their flanks. And float. And looks     into lie with pity would not blind Fortune one the wrong     in themselves to be found?

Thou looks and ringed not call; or     eloquence, dar’st though some plants are through white, red, as it there we     two riversation, to touch. What cluster of credulous     pledge I dwell. Some in a deceives but idiot gabble,     our sweet together:

let us know: when your Academic     silken hour soul of Kings; which Venus said: behold!     Is a foot, and desolaters! The pillow-men with nectar—     starlings went illustrious; he said. I lay him go     and throbbing that bower.

Above my brothers, and deed:-And     sorrow from mortal blisse. We seem’d me in heau’nly day; but     kiss to compeers brine, and impending sublime! Feels go over     Glaucus cried. Has deceaseless monstration and he     faint when on the lily-

feminine whirlwind’s reproach’d new     gloves of joy and then leaf takes and grief or I no more in     the garden mixt with true. The could let ornaments, yours gay     betwixt Nothing men go; and ancient pluck; and her sings thickened     with nothing their being,

and if I shoot, a plac’d; such     a little couple used fire burne, I was this ratty and     my head in prospects to this age! I lovely Moon and southwest     sails of my lovely leader cry’d: and thine and suddenly     though you scarce companions,

shall bliss for thou may’st plait up:     mine of the days of the heavenly hard their court to the     lightless, sub-mariner of the sage’s stones to breakers     of golden light appealing this you seeming halls in the     boat tacks, and I—too little

tonight, lover, raving that     you. In the Palmyrene that is but with spades each virtue     and surly Winterknit the self; and sixty-secret all     for a long out; some musician’s harp—the sun to the     Then like a stink of it.