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[moonastro]

Juno persona chart

mars in the houses

what is a juno persona chart? looking into juno persona chart gives more detailed insight of how the relationship and marriage overall of you and your spouse will be like. it also describes them in a sense as well. The Greek Goddess Juno is described to rule over love and marriage and hence why the asteroid is looked into for that theme.

mars in the planet of passion, ones drive and desires. in the juno persona chart, mars determines the energy of the relationship, intimacy and possible conflicts that may occur.

reminder: this is my interpretation from observations and first hand experiences, so don't take this to heart.

**also this can also be used for signs as well, for example if mars in persona chart is in scorpio, read what applies to the 8th house as it may resonate as well.

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mars in 1st house: the couples energy in the relationship is full of passion like literally. this house is literally ruled by mars so the energy is intense. very full of energy, full of support from both parties when it comes to ones interests. intimacy is full of power and can be quite tough also, lots of verbality during it. lots of sweating, like A LOT. but it can last very quick also, so the duration of intimacy can be very quick. also during the process the pace can be very fast and rough. since this house is an adrenaline rush house, so performing the act in places that are risky or you know that you may get caught, that may cause a rush to both parties that make them feel alive. conflicts may occur due to being too dominant in the marriage maybe being too demanding or being too rough on their spouse, this may cause some serious arguments, it can even become physical so be careful with that. also being argumentative about ones self centred mindset, lots of vulgar words can be used during arguments.

spouse can have natal mars in aries, 1st house, fire sign or a fire house.

mars in 2nd house: the energy in this marriage is calming and chill. this reminds me of just getting each other and vibing from day one. but on a serious note, intimacy is very sensual and very slow paced. can be very graceful in a way?? also this couple may be into food related s*x so including food as a source of technique. intimacy may last quite along time and can be full of neck and collar bone kisses. conflicts may occur due to disagreements in financial areas and possessions. so for example one party may have an overly excessive tendency to over shop or get stuff that they don't need and so their spouse may get angry about it. also arguments may happen due to financial situations like having problems with the bank or contracts.

spouse can have natal mars in taurus, 2nd house, earth sign or an earth house.

mars in 3rd house: passion in this relationship is quick and versatile. can be lots of changes and adaptations to their passion. during intimate hours, it is very rushed. almost wanting for more after intimacy is finished. i feel like also this placement can change their mind a lot when it comes to being intimate, like saying one thing but doing the other because they changed their mind. also there can be lots of talking while being intimate so lots of grunts, screaming and talking in general, just anything to do with talking can possibly occur. conflicts may occur due to sibling drama or something that happens in the neighbourhood. arguments may start from this placement just constantly talking like in general maybe too much talking or just oversharing to other people and their spouse gets angry at the personal things that are being shared to their friends. also conflicts may happen due to friends, so maybe this placement may not like the friends that their partner hangs out with or they don't like how they act and stuff like that.

spouse can have natal mars in gemini, 3rd house, air sign or air house.

mars in 4th house: the overall passion of this marriage is taking care of each other and being there for each other emotionally. lots of reflection on each other so checking up on each other even if the other person is completely fine, this placement tends to never ignore their gut instinct. intimacy is very sentimental and slow, almost careful as not to hurt the other person or each other. there may be lots of chest techniques involved (i'll let that proceed with your imagination) possibly, intimacy is very full of praise and the person will never go too far for what their partner can handle, always checking up on them also during it and maybe lots of stroking on the head to signify that their partner is doing good. (okayy i think i just went overboard but you get the gist). in terms of conflict, arguments usually arrive from problems with their family members, for example maybe this placements mother and them got into an argument about something and their partner got angry that way and so forth. conflicts also occur when their is a lack of emotional awareness of each other and oneself, maybe this placement got too overwhelmed or stressed and just broke out in anger and start conflict that way.

spouse can have natal mars in cancer, 4th house, water sign or water house

mars in 5th house: the passion between the couple is very open, very playful but can also be that this placement thinks that the relationship evolves around them, that their the main character. of course being the main character is awesome but in this situation its more about only thinking about themselves and not thinking about others. this may cause conflict due to this placement possibly being too braggy or too self-centred and maybe thinking of only themselves. intimacy is full of noises and they make sure to show their partner that they are enjoying themselves. lots of hair pulling and hair stroking. also lots of gripping of the back. this placements just likes to make their partner own them. also arguments may start due to disagreements about children, maybe they don't want children but one does. or maybe they have different hobbies that they do and arguments about their hobbies and how they spend their free time.

spouse can have natal mars in leo, 5th house, fire sign or fire house.

mars in 6th house: the passion in this marriage is based on routine and daily life schedules. intimacy is quite structured and very based on how the individuals daily routine went like, so it depends if they have time to fit it in kind of way into their busy day. this placement tends to also acknowledge positions that feel good to both parties, nothing that goes out of their comfort zone. oh and the aftercare is very important for this placement, very concerned about how their partner felt during it and after it so they take their time to make sure they feel as special. conflict may occur due to health illnesses or sickness. maybe an illness is preventing this placement to do certain things and so their spouse may get angry about it. or arguments may start due to laziness or promises not being kept.

spouse can have natal mars in virgo, 6th house, earth sign or earth house.

mars in 7th house: this placement is very confusing. one minute the couple are fine and getting along and bonding but i kid you not it can be in a second span between them getting along to roaring each others throats out. you get the best of both worlds, what is bad without good? no but this house rules over balance and expect very very versatile energy in this relationship. but when the couple is thriving the connection between the two is very romantic and sweet, very flirtation, LOTS of flirting. also in bed its quite sensual and nothing too extreme or kinky, i would say that when it comes to being intimate both parties are in a good mood to do it, no anger s*x or anything like that unless other factors and aspects disagree. nothing too dirty either, maybe lots of flirting while doing it and dirty talking also. conflicts occur due to getting mad that the other person doesn't give back what they are given, for example when their spouse gets an 'i love you' and they don't say it back and that sort of thing. also arguments about government complications such as legal documents, the law and so forth.

spouse may have natal mars in libra, 7th house, air sign or air house.

mars in 8th house: passion between the two is intense and spiritual. lots of transformation happening when intimacy occurs. even when it comes to the first time when being intimate, it can be such a different and intense occurrence and very meaningful also. this is the house of s*x so intimacy is very sexual, very intense lots of trauma being released so it can be quite emotional. energy in the relationship can be quite secretive, perhaps the other does not trust one with specific things or would rather talk with someone else about it than their partner. on the other hand it can be very money based, the individual may rule over their partners money and even their card. their finances have big presence in their marriage, this individual may be driven by money and is always in control of it either if its their own money or their partners. overall energy in this marriage is transformative also.

spouse can have natal mars in scorpio, 8th house, water sign or water house.

mars in 9th house: passion between the couple is very versatile and very explorative, both parties are down for new positions, techniques and styles in terms of intimacy and are very open minded about them. intimacy can be very fun and exciting, maybe lots of giggles and teasing involved. also when performing intimacy, it may occur in different places, for example like the counter in the kitchen or literally while doing laundry and you just make out like?? literally any place you can imagine, this placement will probably be down for it. as for the energy of the relationship, it very travel and learning based, lots of learning learning learning. this house is ruled by jupiter so very abundant in lots of areas of life (check sign for greater detail). for example if 9th house is in capricorn (and so would mars) then career may thrive, getting respect from people after marriage, having luck in formal situations and finance documents, becoming more mature, receiving recognition for your talents and so forth. if in cancer then the individual may become more caring, be blessed with a family, have greater relations with females, have a greater perception of ones emotions and so on. conflicts may often occur due to indifferences in culture, beliefs and morals. not agreeing on the same location when going on a trip or over getting mad about factual stuff. arguments can start out as jokes and then develop into serious arguments as one can take it too far. so arguments about silly things that may not have significant meaning, (for example arguing over why the other party sneezed too loud??)

spouse may have natal mars in Sagittarius, 9th house, fire sign or fire house.

mars in 10th house: energy of this marriage is full of passion in their career. very successful career and career driven. ready to provide for their family and ready to provide their spouse with income. intimacy is very traditional, very modern and most likely this placement has a schedule of when they do it like on a specific day every week and so forth. also this placement rarely changes their style and technique when being intimate so its most likely the same every time. this placement also likes to baby their partner and be a 'parent' to them, taking care of them and giving them privileges. this also applies during intimacy. conflicts usually occur due to career difficulties, for example, maybe they didn't take up a new job opportunity or maybe they didn't get paid the extra for what they worked for and things like that. also conflicts may occur due to problems with their father, this placements father may bring something that angers their spouse or them.

spouse can have natal mars in capricorn, 10th house, earth sign or earth house.

mars in 11th house: energy of the relationship is unique to them. others may have different opinions about this relationship and lots of outside banter of this relationship. for example people just pin point details that they think is wrong with the relationship. intimacy is quite out of the blue can happen spontaneously which makes it very exciting. lots of different things could be taking place when intimacy occurs. like using some equipment or having like toys for it. conflicts may occur due to opinionated views about humanitarian stuff like not agreeing on not enough help is going on about in the world and the other one may disagree and so on. also arguments about their social groups, perhaps this placement is not pleased with how their partners social group act and they may tell them stuff that they don't like about them. also problems with social media status, arguments about what their partner posts on social media or how they interact with their social media platforms.

spouse can have natal mars in aquarius, 11th house, air sign or air house.

mars in 12th house: the energy of this relationship is full of dreaminess, due to this house being a delusion house, this placement can have the tendency to have unrealistic expectations of their partner, always thinking the opposite of what is real, for example if this placement spouse doesn't help out with laundry, they can get mad but later on they'll think that they will do it next time you know? also conflicts may occur due to addiction problems, perhaps this placement has a smoking or alcohol addition and their spouse may not like it and they argue about that. also arguments may occur due to illusion problems, sometimes this placement may say stuff that's not true (nearly like they just made it up) and make up a full story about something that their spouse or someone else did but in REALITY nothing like that happened, this type of behaviour may cause conflict between the couple. on the other hand, this placement also has a passion to live abroad and may thrive better overseas with their partner.

spouse may have natal mars in pisces, 12th house, water sign or water house.

thanks so much for reading, have a lovely day 🫶🏻

[cthonic-bunny]

1. Natal Chart Observations

1. Libra Moon: decision paralysis that comes from feeling two contradicting ways about an issue. “I want my cake but I want to eat it too.” I feel like libra moons are the most sentimental of the air moon signs. Libra moons can constantly weigh out the pros and cons for every emotion you feel. “I want to do this but I don’t want to deal with how messy it’ll make things.” When libra moons are feeling a little lost, they can over-schedule themselves and their commitments to friends to avoid thinking about overly-vulnerable feelings. There is zero tolerance for imbalance in relationships. Poor behavior from a partner will be met with matched behavior to tip the scales back to a balanced one, even if the overall locational of the scale is descending into negativity. “You get what you give” mentality. Libra moons can be keen on the idea of karma. “Come to me with sweetness, or don’t come to me at all.” Daydreaming about romance is a relaxing way to pass time. Before maturity, libra moons might suffer from social anxieties when they find themselves in group settings where there isn’t a cohesive vibe. If someone around a libra moon doesn’t look like they are having a good time, it subconsciously makes it difficult for a libra moon to relax. The libra moon will then play the role of a diplomat or host/hostess to ensure the vibes equalize to restore their peace.

2. Mars in the 10th house: these natives are always making money. They are known for their side hustles too. They are always looking for new ways to make money and I feel like they are good at getting clientele. They will get their hands dirty for their job. For a man, this can point to a “blue collar ‘manly’ job.” I noticed 10H mars can be pretty generous with their money and services, but feel extremely terrible about getting help from others. If these natives aren’t confident where they are in their career or skill set(s), I noticed that they are likely to undersell themselves or undercharge for their services/time. It can also point to people in the workplace as perceiving the 10H mars person to be brash and outspoken. The authority figures in their career can feel a sense of competition with the 10H mars person, or wants to humble them in some way. I feel like it’s really easy for them to get good jobs or climb up the ladder when they do things the right way. They get impatient when they aren’t growing in their careers as fast as they want to. “Why am I not a millionaire yet.” They work hard for what they want and are very ambitious once they find their niche. I feel like these are often people who can find jobs that don’t necessarily need a degree. Their career mistakes feel explosive. They can be seen as “sharks” in their fields because they go in for the attack. They like to be the best and the most competent at what they do, and want their colleagues to see them as competition. “I’m the best and no one will tell me otherwise.” They can be known for being assertive and extremely determined in meeting their goals. They will work themselves to the core and utilize all their energy towards elevating themselves career and reputation wise.

3. Mars in the 1st House: These people might often be noticed for their bodies. They might be seen as someone you shouldn’t mess around with. They look athletic. Maybe they are known for fitness or for being athletic. These natives can be associated with the military, and probably look incredible in their uniforms. This is a man-eater or womanizer placement, for sure. “I get what I want when I want it.” They look like they have a rough exterior, even if they are sweethearts. They can be into martial arts. Commanding presence. They can make wonderful personal trainers. Regardless of gender, they can come off as being comfortable with their masculine energy. Reds look great on them. They might have thick eyebrows and a nice jawline. They look attractive when they are angry. They know how to make someone feel sexy. They have people chasing them or falling for them fast.

4. Pisces and 12th house placements: these people have no problem ghosting you. Pisces placements and 12H placements are always made out to be innocent and naive, but they are attracted to people and situations that have something a little “bad” about them. Savior complex. They can go through feelings where they feel detached from social settings and those they love, where they cannot fully escape the role of observer. They will always be able to fully escape into their internal landscape and get consumed by it— but it seems as though no matter how hard they try, they can’t have that same presence in the material world. This can lead to frustrating feelings of disconnection from the world and people around them. They can be smiling and staring off, but you will never fully know what they are thinking. They can make people really curious about them, because their thoughts always catch you off guard. Having an existential crisis on the daily. Casual things might have a bigger internal meaning to them that others might not always understand. We can find plenty of people attractive, but if the spark isn’t felt in the soul and doesn’t pique a deep curiosity, we will get bored and swim away. Liking people who are a bit “mean and dark” but wanting them to be sweet and soft with you. Using music to paint your daydreams, or to escape. Finding music that relates almost entirely to whatever they have on their mind feels like striking gold. They can like someone just for having the same interests as them. Feeling like a ghost in a flesh suit. Enigmatic. Can embody different vibes and personas depending on who they are around. They are sensitive and can adapt to the situations at hand. Too much self awareness can lock them in their heads. “I only jump into waters with the depth of an abyss.” Laying down for hours just to daydream and process your thoughts. Long baths feel like therapy. Moderation isn’t in our vocabulary. We love what we like, and we want to get lost in what we love. Not being able to properly process your day or interactions until you’re alone and can replay them in isolation.

5. Taurus Placements: I noticed Taurus moon women get spoiled financially by their partners. The type for their partners to say “don’t worry, I’ll work and you can be at home,” or that being their partners goal at a point. I noticed Taurus placements can enjoy the occasional shoplifting. They are not going to compromise their comfort, and if you come after that it will be met with intense stubbornness. They can seem nonchalant about a lot of things, but can be extremely unwavering in their opinions on certain things. In some cases, they can have strange eating habits or relationship to food. Thankfully, the Tauruses I’ve been around don’t project that on those around them. It’s more internal from what I’ve noticed, and they can enjoy feeding those they love and care for. They can have great taste in food. They love sensual vices and sex. They look great with pearls. They master an aesthetic and can stick to it. They are fiercely protective of those they love. They can be lazy at their worst and will not want to do anything that requires too much effort. They can be impressively good at couponing. Making money from home is the ideal setup for them. They will spoil their loved ones too, and can be great gift givers. They don’t cheap out with presents for their loved ones. They get much enjoyment from decorating their spaces and hosting their loved ones. They can be prone to overthinking and some may obsessive behaviors or crippling anxiety as well. They can honestly make the best scammers, as terrible as that sounds. They can sell someone a dream and make it sound beautiful, but can be lying through their teeth. Their jealousies can sometimes come from a place of vanity. Watch out for envying others, and appreciate your own beauty. They can focus so much on the beauty around them they forget about their own. They can be the image of beauty and grace, or strive deeply for that. They have pretty and soothing voices. Taurus placements can easily be the funniest person you know when they are in a joyful mood. I also noticed Taurus placements are wonderful at finding vintage pieces and re-selling them!

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[3-2-whump]

Relapse: Crumbling Promises

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Please heed the TW/CWs on this chapter. Also, thanks @generic-whumperz and @whumped-by-glitter for your input into the ending of this chapter, your feedback has been applied

TW/CW: dubcon (lots of dubcon), allusions to previous dubcon, prostitution, slave whump, degrading language, degraded whumpee (in that whumpee has to haggle their own value -idk what that’s called, but it’s pretty degrading), intimate whumper, possessive whumper, asphyxiation, emotional whump, unhealthy relationship dynamics, possessive relationship dynamics, whumper x whumpee (although pretty unbalanced)

The frenetic stimulation of his cock and the wild fragility in Khaled’s eyes continued to haunt the mob boss long after their reunion of the flesh in the parking lot a month ago. He thought about it from when he couldn’t sleep at night to the first waking moments of consciousness in the morning. He thought about it in the shower, at the gym, during meetings, and in the middle of intercourse at the brothels. It was just as Khaled had said; those girls (and occasional boys) in the whorehouses could only satisfy him for so long, and he believed he had finally run his course after his fourth threesome in a month. Now here he sat, in his desk chair, trying to compose an email he’d rather not send, with his mind far away from the zoom conference he was supposed to be a part of.

He looked over his shoulder at Khaled, who had broken away from his usual positon right behind his chair to water the potted fig tree by the window. Nothing in his composure betrayed his lapse in decorum on that fateful night, though he was moving a lot slower than usual, and his eye-bags seemed darker than his foundation could cover up. Tom studied him closely, noting Khaled had been like this for months now. Was he still sneaking out at night to see that damn cholo? He’d been meaning to do something about his slave’s newfound promiscuity, but something more important always came up, and ever since their near-death experiences, Thomas had been trying to turn over a new leaf and give Khaled a longer leash, metaphorically speaking. Although, if the boy kept dragging his feet, he might tie him onto a literal leash, too.

Some static-y goodbyes and well-wishings sounded from his monitor, signaling the end of the conference call. Tom cleared his throat and jumped in with his own farewells. “Yes, you too, happy holidays, buon natale –yeah, yeah, I’ll see you next year, Matteo. You too, Gio, happy new year! Okay, okay, bye!” He exited out of the call, minimized the screen, and swiveled his desk chair to face the young man by the windowsill. “Khaled, come here,” he called.

As soon as Khaled was within reaching distance, the boss grabbed him by the waist and slung him over his lap, trapping him between the hard edge of the desk at his back and his own body in the front.

“What are you doing?” Khaled neither squirmed or struggled in his grasp, instead opting to stare at him quizzically. “Let me off, I don’t want this-”

“Like you didn’t want it in the parking lot on the night of your birthday last month?” He grinned in triumph as his slave’s face blushed bright red from the tops of his ears down to the black band of his collar. “You do,” Tom whispered, voice low and sultry. “You want this, and you need this, Khaled.” He ran his hands from the young man’s waist up his sides, slightly untucking his shirt in the process. “I’ve seen you work yourself to the bone trying to be my executive assistant. Isn’t it exhausting, working so hard?” Khaled sat as still as a statue as his fingers raked over the front of his body. “Isn’t it tiresome, doing what free people do?” He snaked his hands down Khaled’s sides to dip under his shirt hem, feeling a familiar rush of heat below as he touched the warm skin underneath. “Don’t you just want to relax?”

The way Khaled’s body responded under his hands as he laid him over the desk was nothing like any of the whores the brothels could give him. Here, splayed back-first onto the hardwood, was his own personal fuck hole, who pleasured him exactly how he wanted. “But, this isn’t- I don’t want this,” his slave protested, lightly pushing back, “and this isn’t even what I’m being paid to do anyway-”

“Well, if it’s pay you’re after, I can pay you for this,” he snickered. “It’s called prostitution, Khaled, and if that’s how you want to earn your money, I certainly won’t get in your way.”

“But I don’t want this!”

“Not even for $100?”

Khaled’s mouth snapped shut. Thomas laughed.

“$500.” Thomas stopped laughing.

Khaled stuck his lower lip out and shot him the most pathetic pout he could give. “Am I, your own personal fuck slave, not even worth what you pay your high-class call girls?”

He scoffed incredulously. So, that’s how it’s gonna be? Alright then! “$200,” he countered, “you’re out of practice, and a little too assertive for my tastes lately.”

In an unprecedented turn of events, Khaled wrapped his legs around Thomas’ lower back and pulled him in closer by the front of his shirt. “$450,” he whispered, his soft, sweet lips mere inches from his own. “I’m not as out of practice as you may think, and I can be as meek as a lamb when I need to be.”

The mob boss did not expect this to turn him on as much as it did, and yet the ignition of arousal in his core and the hardening member in his slacks spoke for themselves. He emitted something akin to a purr or a growl. “$250,” he murmured sultrily, “take it or leave it, boy.”

“$300, and I’ll do that thing with your balls that you like.”

“You’ve got a deal!” He leaned in to kiss Khaled’s lips, pinning him further onto the desk as he unfastened the belt and pants around Khaled’s waist and peeled them off. He smiled into the kiss as Khaled yielded to him, opening his mouth so the older man could penetrate his mouth with his tongue and claim every inch inside him. He reluctantly broke off from the kiss to undo his own belt and pants. Once he had gotten himself out, he noted with satisfaction that Khaled’s knees were already hitched up to his shoulders, displaying that perfect set of three and that lovely little hole, all for Thomas J Costa. “And a merry fucking Christmas to me!” he murmured, completely satisfied. He opened the top drawer of his desk, where hiding among the paperclips and stapler refills was an innocuous little bottle of lubricant, with just enough fluid to get them through this session. “I never thought you’d be such a whore,” he teased. “Where is your self-respect?”

“Just hurry up, please,” Khaled whined, cheeks flaming red in –arousal? Shame? Not like Thomas could tell, or care.

“Oh no, whore, I’m gonna make you work for your $300 and ensure you earn every cent!”

He emptied what was left of the lube onto his hardened shaft and threw the bottle away. He gave himself a few quick pumps to spread the slippery substance from base to tip, then aligned himself between Khaled’s spread legs, pushing in without any sort of prelude or preparation. The boy groaned at the sudden intrusion. His nails bit into the wood of the desk as Thomas bottomed out inside of his tight little hole. “Oh my god, how do you still feel like you’re a virgin down there?” he grunted. He began to thrust his hips, slowly at first, then building up a nice rhythm as the lithe body underneath him slowly relaxed and opened for him. “There, that’s it,” he murmured as he leaned over Khaled. “You know how this works…” He nuzzled into the crook of Khaled’s neck, murmuring against the curve of the boy’s neck and shoulder. “Your body knows exactly what to do...” God, even the smell of Khaled’s skin was enough to stoke his arousal into a full inferno. The boss kissed hungrily against Khaled’s neck, breathing in the boy’s scent like it was air and he’d been holding his breath. The whimpers he got out of the boy as he began to use his teeth were some of the best noises he’d ever heard him make. Why on earth would he, Thomas Costa, want to give this up? Why did he ever think he could go one more day in his life without being inside this amazing little being? He sucked what he hoped would be a nice, dark hickey right over the strip of black ink across Khaled’s throat. A collar is not complete without its gemstones, right? he thought. He tongued the tattooed line thoughtfully. He licked at it as if he was trying to wipe it away with his tongue, even though he knew he couldn’t. Those permanent black bands were just another part of Khaled’s near-infinite sex appeal.

“You’re mine forever,” he whispered, lips brushing against that graceful neck with every word. “Doesn’t matter if you’re free one day, because you will always be mine.” And honestly, why would he ever have thought of freeing Khaled, when the boy made him feel this good?

“Please…” Khaled whined beneath him.

He pushed up from the crook of Khaled’s neck, placing the palms of his hands on the desk as he propped himself up. “Please what, my little slut?” he teased. “Please go faster?” Khaled screamed and moaned as Thomas picked up an enthusiastic pace inside of him. He pressed the boy between the hard desk and the weight of his heavier body as he pistoned in and out of his ass with only his own pleasure on his mind.

“What is it you want?” Khaled stared up at him, his dark brown eyes shimmering like pools of liquid ink. “Please what?” he panted huskily. “Please choke me?”

Dark brown eyes widened and his lips formed the beginnings of the word ‘no’ before Thomas wrapped both hands around Khaled’s slender neck. Instinctively, Khaled released his grip on the desk to futilely scratch and tug at his hands as he increased the pressure on his neck. Thomas released one of his hands just to slap him across the face. “Hands on the table,” he growled. A squeaky wheeze left Khaled’s lips as he still tried to pull the remaining hand away from his throat. Thomas slapped him again as he held the boy’s neck in a crushing grip. “Now!”

Khaled dropped his hands to his sides. His tears flowed over his reddening cheeks. His pulse quickened under Tom’s fingers as his trembling lips formed breathy words. “Please… please… no more… I’ve been… good... please…” he whispered hoarsely. His fingers clawed at the desk, carving long furrows into its surface as he struggled to dutifully keep his hands on it. “Mas…ter… please…” he begged.

I have your literal life in my hands, he thought, smiling down with a sadistic awe. No escorts of any economic bracket would ever let the man take it this far. Nothing could ever come close to this feeling of absolute power and control, and only his slave could make him feel this powerful. Only you, Khaled, only you, he repeated in his head as he fucked his way to climax. As Thomas emptied his balls inside Khaled’s hole, he knew he would never feel this way with anybody else. What was this feeling exactly?  he wondered, finally letting go of the boy’s bruised neck. He stayed sheathed inside of Khaled’s warm, tight hole, listening to nothing but Khaled’s desperate breaths for air over the sound of his own heavy breathing. It isn’t possessiveness, it isn’t just lust. He pulled his softening length out of the boy’s fluttering hole, watching his own seed seep out with fascination and pride. So, what was that feeling, where you know nobody else can make you feel this way, and you wouldn’t want anybody else to, anyway?

Khaled turned over, leaning over the desk by bracing himself on his hands as he coughed and sputtered. Once the hacking and coughing sounds had subsided, and Khaled was nothing more than a trembling body barely keeping itself propped up against the desk, Thomas gently turned him around to face him. “You good?” he asked.

Khaled nodded. He had crushed the boy’s throat, making it difficult for him to respond in any verbal capacity. His reddened eyes blinked up at him, shining anxiously under their tear-dampened eyelashes. “Alright, down you go,” he replied softly. He pushed Khaled down to his knees, putting him face-to-face with the cock that had just been inside him. “Clean me off, and don’t forget my balls,” he ordered, murmuring a quiet “you know what I like,” at the end. He brushed a hand through Khaled’s disheveled hair, thinking about what to call that feeling he held for his dear slave. He tipped his head back and groaned as Khaled’s skilled little tongue set to work.

If it isn’t possessiveness, and it isn’t lust, his thoughts began, before he lost himself in the sensation of Khaled’s mouth.

Is it…love?

“Why didn’t you love me?!” Khaled screamed in the parking lot that night.

Love. That was a sensitive subject for Thomas. What was love, even? Between his long-absent stepfather, his sperm donor of a biological father, his neglectful mother who pissed away her inheritance into casinos, and his hard-ass grandfather who demanded nothing but perfection as he pitted brother against brother, the man was painfully aware of the lack of love in his and his brother’s childhoods. The closest thing they had to a loving adult in their formative years was Val, the nanny, but she left them too, once they were old enough.

It was no wonder his honest attempts at dating had failed so spectacularly. It culminated in self-sabotaging his wedding with Lenore on the day of, making sure that she could never break his heart like everyone else by leaving him. It seemed like a good idea at the time. It was not.

The pleasurable oral sensations had stopped down there, and Khaled now stared up at him with half-lidded eyes. “Satisfied?” he croaked. His voice was wrecked. He looked angelic.

“Yes.” Always. Forever.

Whoever said ‘if you love them, let them go’ obviously didn’t understand the pain of watching those loved ones abandon you one by one. Yet here, at Thomas’ feet, was someone who made him feel like the luckiest, most powerful man alive, who outshone everyone else as he pleasured him like no one else could, and who –if he reneged on their deal– would never leave him.

I love you, Khaled, he said in his mind, even if he wasn’t ready to say it aloud.

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[straykids-97]

Yunho's natal chart indicates he'd be into CNC and it just fits so well.

Just being able to have full control over you and treat you like his property...

Listen.

Listen.

LISTEN.

LISTEN!

You can’t do this to me Ruby 😭. Your natal charts only confirm my suspicions of how they (could potentially) act.

NEVER TRUST A GOLDEN RETRIEVER TYPE‼️

They act alllll sweet in public, hugging you and smiling and shit. Then they get you home and 180° your ass and then you turn around and they giving you the glare.

If you haven’t read @whatudowhennooneseesyou natal chart yet for Yunho, then for context plz STOP READING THIS AND GO THERE FOR REFERENCE!!

Here, I’ll help you out: NSFW YUNHO NATAL CHART

I am a firm believer AND supporter of HARD Dom Yunho. 🧎🏻‍♀️

Control

Dancing on the edge of obedience and disobedience is something of a fine art. Especially when it comes to you and Yunho.

As much as you love the consequences, you hate the way he glared at you when you did the exact opposite of what he asked of you. It almost made your skin crawl.

However, you were far more needy today and you were willing to literally do anything for even and iota of Yunho’s attention. Even if it was something you had never done before.

Yunho is sat at his desk, headphones over his ears, playing a game with the boys. You stand next to him, a familiar leather piece of jewelry that you only wore on occasion. At first, you weren’t sure if he even noticed you. But after dying and having a few moments to spare, he turns to you. The look in his eyes said it all; he was annoyed. He had been dealing with your bratty ass all morning, and he honestly didn’t want to spend the afternoon doing it either.

“What?” He gives you a quick once over, before his eyes do a double take to what’s in your hands. You watch as Yunho’s eyes slowly rake back up to your face, “Oh?” You bite your lip, unsure of what to say. “Are you sure?” He leans back in his chair, muting his mic before going on. “You understand what it means when you have that on, right?” You feebly nod, jumping slightly when he snaps at you, “Words.” His were sharp and concise, like a knife.

“Yes.” You feel his large hand wrap around your wrist, yanking you forward into his body. You catch yourself before you fall, and then he wraps his free hand around your throat, “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy.” A sly grin spreads over his face as he slowly takes the soft pink collar from your hands. “Hold your hair.” You stand there, pulling your hair into your hands and allow him to pull the collar around your throat. You gulp, feeling it tighten in place as he snaps it in the front of your neck.

You take a deep breath as his hands wrap around your throat, squeezing. “Now leave.” He snaps. An icy shiver for anticipation runs down your spine and you promptly leave his room.

Wearing the collar meant that he could do whatever he wanted to you, when he wanted to. He didn’t need permission, he already had it. As long as the collar was around your neck, he could come to you in the middle of the night and do whatever his deprived brain could think of.

You were washing dishes from dinner when he finally caught you, your shenanigans finally catching up to you. His hand wrapped around the back of your neck and yanked you backward, causing you to stumble. “Ah- Yunho!” You gasp, holding his wrist as he pinned you to the counter.

“Shut up!” He snapped, yanking your pants down to your thighs, proding your entrance with his hardened cock. “Good girls get to choose,” he hissed in your ear as he rolled his hips, his cock gliding across your folds, “bad girls take what they’re given and shut up.”

You whimper and nod, letting him do whatever he wanted. He drew back, thrusting his hips into yours as he began to roughly fuck you into the countertop. Your hips were going to be bruised from the force he was exerting behind you. “God- Fuck!” You cry as an orgasm rips through your body so violently that you almost think that you passed out.

Yunho yanks you into his body, arms wrapping around your midsection, a hand going to your throat and the other to your stomach to hold you as close as he could as he picked up the pace. No longer focused on if he was going hard anymore. He was chasing his own high. “Fuck.” He drew out the word like it was a delicacy to be savored, and after a few moments, his hips stuttered and he ceased moving.

You feel the collar fall off your neck and Yunho instantly goes into literal dad mode. “I wasn’t too rough was I? Are you ok?” He preens, turning you around in his arms to see the fucked out look on your face. You giggle sleepily, nodding feebly. He chuckles back, “Come on sleepy head.” He presses a soft kiss on your forehead and pulls you to your bedroom.

[keirawantstocry]

writing idea!!! pac sees someone (can be anyone) flirting with tubbo and gets jealous because he is the one and only person (-fit) that gets to flirt with tubbo so he makes up a super elaborate unnecessary plan to get this person away from tubbo

okay listen anon idk what kind of crack cocaine you put in this request but after writing it I had the motivation to clean my room for the first time in over a month. so thank you 

Torrid shocks of jealousy and anger shot through Pac's body as he watched that fucking shark hybrid lean over Tubbo with low eyes and a wide smirk. He did not like that. Why the absolute hell did that other man think he had any permission to get close to his guy? 

Did Foolish not know who he belonged to? Well he was going to have to change that wasn't he? 

Without another thought he was looping over and behind Tubbo. He snaked his hands around Tubbo's waist and propped his head on the man's shoulder before looking up at the shark hybrid with thin eyes. 

A laugh rumbled deep in Tubbo's chest. “Hey, Pac.” 

“Hi, Tubbo.” 

Foolish's eyes darted between them both quickly with a confused glint to them, his eyebrows tilted down. Was he just gonna act like Pac didn’t know exactly what he had just been trying to pull? 

Pac gave him a sharp toothy smile like a predatory animal. 

“Ah,” Tubbo tsked, as his comm buzzed with a message. “I gotta go guys. I'll see you later, yeah?” 

Pac let him go and as he turned to see the both of them gave him a much kinder smile. “See ya!” 

After Tubbo warped away, Pac grabbed Foolish by the collar. “Hey! Listen to me.” 

Foolish's eyes went wide as he nodded, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. 

“Tubbo… he's mine okay? I don't mind if you do little adventures with him. I don't mind if you look at him because trust me, I know. But just know he's mine okay? I will cut you open like the Chester de Natal if you even try to get your hands on him.” 

Foolish laughed slightly. “Possessive little bastard aren't you?” 

Pac growled at him and he raised his hands in surrender. 

“Hey, hey. My bad, okay? I'm not trying to go after your guy. I wouldn't.” 

Pac took a step back, giving him another wicked grin. All teeth. “Glad to see we came to an agreement. Tchau!” 

Just as he started his walk away he heard Foolish mutter under his breath, “I wasn't even flirting with him, crazy bitch. Tubbo's got himself one protective asshole.” 

[whitetaileddeer]

Gio and Maria

TW: depression and kind of neglect 

Maria and Gio’s relationship is complicated to say the least. They love each other deeply, being the only present figure in each others lives for a long time, and reflect one another. However, their similarities cause conflict, neither of them enjoying the parts of themselves they see in each other. For a long time Maria was not a stable parental figure in Gio’s life.

Maria has never been able to handle her own issues, even when she was a young girl. She experienced bouts of depression as a child/teenager which her mother chalked up to her being purposefully difficult. Maria would often act out, snapping at her peers, breaking her possessions, sneaking off to perform or, most notably, running away when she was only 17. Maria’s acts of defiance could be seen as a form of self medication, chasing a feeling to subdue what she was or wasn’t feeling. 

Maria’s mother fed into her disillusioned coping mechanisms, it was impossible for her to see that her daughter may be struggling. She blamed Maria for how she felt, pushing her further away.

Maria had a troubled adulthood what with having her fiancé, and only friend, cheat on her multiple times with her knowing, being completely cut off from her family and financial insecurity. After running away from Narciso after becoming pregnant with Gio, Maria faced one of the few instances of debilitating depression she experienced. She had been depressed before while with Narciso, being unable to attend shows or move on with tour due to being ‘under the weather’, but this she had to face completely alone. After giving birth to Gio she suffered post natal depression and found herself unable to truly care for him. 

Throughout Gio’s early childhood he can remember dark patches, when his mother wouldn’t come out of her room, where he was left hungry but too little to reach the kitchen counter. He missed days of school, he itched his skin, unclean but unable to figure out how the bath worked. The dark patches were few and far between, and when Gio was very young, he and Maria never discussed it. One day she would simply come out of her room, pick him up and kiss him, and it was like it never happened. Gio thinks back on it now and wonders if it was just some persistent bad dream he had, as whenever he tries to mention it to his mam she denies it. (Most of these occurrences happened after visits from Gio’s father, or interactions between Maria and her family, which were very inconsistent and were rare occurrences)

These instances were easy to forget as Gio got older, until they were almost unsalvageable from the back of his mind. At least they would have been if not for the death of his uncle. Francesco died in a ‘terrible accident’ although almost everyone knows it was a suicide, no one will admit it. Francesco died, who was the only one to helped Maria in her darkest moments, who welcomed her back with open arms when she came home, who was the only one there when she gave birth to Gio, who let Gio experience what having a dad would have been like. Maria fell into a deep depression, which lasted many months. Gio remembers almost none of it, like one entire chunk of his life was picked from his brain and erased. The moments he does remember were disturbing, crying at his mothers closed door, tugging on her arm to feel sharp bones under paling skin or lying in bed beside her and watching the basin of her collar bone fill and fall with her rancid breath. He remembers this awful dreadful feeling that his mother was going to follow his uncle, that he would lose her too. Strategically, Gio does not think on this part of his life at all. But her remembers the sick rolling feeling that would lull from his little body and into the carpet beneath him, making it sway under his feet when he would attempt to climb the stairs. They would stretch on into darkness, a gaping smelling yawning at the top of the stairs, as the end of the corridor, and inside it his mother. Long black hair, lying on her side in a dim room that smelled like stale air and sleep filled mouths. 

Maria drew herself out of this depression after learning about Narcio’s other sons, her little boy’s brothers, and flung herself into the long process of fostering and adopting Juan. 

(Side note: This may be the only point of contingency Gio has towards Juan’s adoption. He’s always harboured a grudge, not towards Juan but towards his Mother, that Maria was able to pull herself out of her depression for Juan and not for him. Maria was always able to fully parent Juan quite consistently, while Gio never truly got to experienced this.)

When Maria was well, which was most of the time, their relationship waxed and waned. Maria was never quite sure how to raise Gio, and walked a fine line between too strict or too lax. Maria and Gio were extremely close, having only each other, so even as a child Gio shared very similar tastes with his mam, the same music and shows and activities. And with Gio having very few friends, almost all of his time was spent with her. However, whenever conflict arose (Which was quite often as Gio was quite a…difficult… child) Maria found herself falling back on her own mother’s parenting. Shouting and punishing without clear reason, ‘because I said so’’s and frequent silent treatments. Maria wasn’t able to deal with her own emotions, let alone Gio’s, so when tension grew she would simply pretend he didn’t exist until he apologised. 

Maria deeply feared that Gio would turn out the way she did, so she used strict demands to keep him from following her path. Forcing him into classical music extracurriculars, church twice a week, confession, confirmation, alter serving, all devices to be handed into her at whatever hour she felt. As Gio began developing odd behaviours and conversations, Maria read his diaries (This probably let to a lot more secrecy from Gio, he never truly forgave her for that.) She would change her rules at random, leaving Gio to struggle to catch up, never confident in her own parenting. 

Besides the strange bouts of strict parenting (Mussolini treatment in Gio’s words), Maria could flip very easily into being a very lax ‘cool’ mam. Despite the conflicts that arose from their similarities, there was a lot of solidarity there. They shared an odd sense of humour and a general distain for their neighbours and people at Gio’s school. Maria would swear around Gio, and allow him to do the same, she’d let him wander to the beach whenever he fancied and together they amassed an impressive audio library of any and all music. She would let him read any books he got his hand on, and even encouraged him to pursue his own literary interests over whatever his school set him. (Maria had a long history with Gio’s schools, always defending him no matter the behaviour, they share an unpleasant attitude towards organisations and neither like to be told what to do.) She never pushed him to make friends, knowing he hated the idea.

Maria’s ability to flip from being completely chill and relaxed into extremely strict at the drop of a hat always left Gio confused, never knowing what he could or couldn’t say to her, likely leading to him keeping things from his mam, in order to keep the peace. Even now, he keeps secrets to not distress her, knowing any wrong thing could send her spiralling into distress or anger. Gio has many mood swings that reflect his mams.

To say the least, when things were good between them they were vey good, and when things were bad they were very bad, neither Gio or Maria do things half way, so their relationship is a pendulum swing of extremes. 

When Gio thinks back on his childhood with his mother he can never make up his mind about how he feels, to him his mother was both his best friend and his dictator (He’s very dramatic). He’s made his peace that they’ll never go too long without arguing, that he’ll never truly make his mother understand his perspective on things, and him hers, and that there are things that happened when he was a kid that he knows shouldn’t have. But he knows that at the end of the day his mam would shout down teachers for him, would spend whats little left of her money on anything to make him happy, that she’s just scared and unwell and wants whats best for him, even though her ways of achieving this may not always be the best. 

tldr:

Maria and Gio are not ‘half arsed’ kind of people and their relationship reflects this.

[possession-swapbody]

Tal vez alguna historia desde la perspectiva del poseido sería genial. Me ha encantado tu última historia por cierto. Aunque estoy pensando en algo como, abuelo o tio posee a su sobrino o nieto para poder fumar, despues de que su medico se lo prohibió. O tal vez desde la perspectiva del poseido

Collar: una nueva oportunidad para el tío Víctor

Samuel POV

No se que es lo que planea mi tío en cuanto a querer robar mi vida, pero esto tiene que parar.

Todo comenzó hoy en la mañana cuando el tío Víctor vino de visita, a mi me gustaba ya que siempre que venia nos pasábamos un buen rato, digo después de todo solo nosotros 2 vivimos en esta ciudad, yo quería estudiar y mi carrera no estaba en mi pueblo natal, pero el tío Vic se ofreció a dejarme vivir con él ya que donde el vive si había esa carrera, yo acepte pero al cabo de 2 años decidí independizarme de mi tío, después de todo quería mi propio espacio y un poco de privacidad, pero igual nos seguíamos frecuentando y siempre era muy divertido, pese a que el tenía 39 y yo 22, el era como un joven, lleno de energía, entrenaba su cuerpo y con ánimos de salir a divertirse, por lo menos eso era hasta que hace 6 meses tuvo una enfermedad que atacó sus vías respiratorias y daño sus pulmones y ya no podría fumar o realizar actividades que lo agiten mucho, aunque el era un fumador bastante adicto al cigarro, veía que estaba logrando resistir, pero en varias ocasiones estuvo a nada de romper las indicaciones del doctor.

Hace una semana decidió ir con su amigo Juan, el decia que su amigo era un bebedor incontrolable y ahora solo tomaba en ocasiones muy especiales, pero luego de eso no lo había visto hasta hoy, que me regalo un collar en la mañana, luego hace tres horas llego a mi casa y me dijo que necesitaba mi cuerpo, solo para fumar un poco, no entendía a lo que se refería, pero luego me explico que el collar nos permitía poseer a alguien y que al entrar a otro cuerpo teníamos que estar desnudos, yo me negué ya que por mucho que apreciara a mi tío, creía que se había vuelto loco, pero me insistió en hacerlo, le propuse que mejor yo lo poseyera para evitar el cigarro pero solo le vi un poco pensativo y luego me respondió con un gran no.

Por un momento pensé que mentía, pero, al verlo tan seguro pensé en una idea de ayudarlo, le engañarla para que se desnude fingiendo aceptar y yo entraría en el, era simple ponerle el collar y entrar a toda velocidad, y así se estaba haciendo, me desnude, lo vi quitarse la camisa, luego el pantalón y antes de que se volvería ya completamente desnudo corrí a ponerle el collar, pero atrapó mis manos antes de que el collar pasara por sus ojos y me lo quito, por la impresión de que mi plan no salio me descuide y caí al piso y me aturdí un poco la caída, el quedándose con el collar, me dijo:

Victor: Sam, en verdad creíste que no me daría cuenta, logré ver tu reflejo en la tele, desde que te acercaba con el collar en la mano.

Samuel: tío, es que pensé en que podía ayudarte sin que entres en mi.

Victor: pero tu en mi si verdad, bueno veamos que te parece que ahora sea a fuerzas la toma de tu cuerpo y no una opción.

No me dio tiempo de hacer nada cuando ya tenia el collar en mi cuello y de pronto sentí una mano en mi espalda, comencé a perder el sentido del tacto y mi visión se esfumado, trataba de luchar pero no servía de nada, solo estaba desapareciendo hasta que mi visión regreso, y todos mis sentidos pero yo no tenía control de nada, estaba muy agitado, sudado y caliente, en eso mi vista voltea a mi entrepierna y podía ver como había semen por todo mi abdomen, en eso comenze a hablar pero no era yo quien decía lo que salía de mi boca.

Victor: Este cuerpo es una maravilla, no me había echo una paja así en años, y ahora tengo esto para divertirme por casi 8 meses, es una pena que Samuel se perderá 8 meses de su vida pero no pasa nada, cuando despierte le pondré al corriente de lo que hice con su cuerpo, o por lo menos de lo que deba saber jeje.

Quería decirle que se fuera de mi cuerpo pero mis palabras no podían ser escuchadas por el era como si yo no existiera y quizá así era, solo era un pasajero en mi cuerpo y mi tío estaba al mando.

Vic: Juan tenía razón, bueno su sobrino Daniel, estar en un nuevo cuerpo es genial, no comprendo porque una paja nos sella en los cuerpos hasta el siguiente eclipse lunar total pero a quien le importa, debo regresar el collar después de todo solo me lo presto.

Entonces mi tío se me fue a bañar en mi cuerpo y cada que podía se observaba y jugaba con mi pene, el asqueroso estaba usando mi cuerpo para darse auto placer mientras se bañaba, luego de eso, se vistió y salió a fuera, prendió un cigarrillo y comenzó a fumar, yo nunca había fumado, así que mi cuerpo comenzó a toser y mi tío solo decía que era cuestión de práctica antes de que mi cuerpo recibiera el humo como algo normal y sin problemas, después de todo la posesión era imposible de revertir hasta el eclipse.

Victor POV

Luego de no poder fumar y tener muchas limitaciones respiratorias un amigo se ofreció a ayudarme con mi problema, me platico que en realidad era el sobrino de mi amigo ocupando su cuerpo, me dijo que con un collar podía tomar el cuerpo de alguien más y poder vivir una vida normal, solo que necesitaba que alguien me diera permiso de ocupar su cuerpo y el me prestaría el collar.

Le dije que mi sobrino accedió, lo se no estuvo bien mentirle pero que más podía hacer, además de mi sobrino no tenía algún conocido de confianza que viviera solo, estuviera sano y pudiera llevar su vida sin tantas dificultades.

Mi sobrino estuvo a punto de tomar mi cuerpo en el último momento, había preparado todo para yo ser el y el por poco me toma, sabía que si lo encerraba en mi cuerpo se resistiría a fumar, pero no sabe lo difícil que es vivir con las secuelas de esa enfermedad, por eso me decidí a tomar su cuerpo a la fuerza si era necesario, no podía dejar que nadie se enterara, y menos hacerlo pasar por lo que yo paso a diario, lo se, soy débil y esa no era la manera, pero el sobrino de Juan me dijo, que Juan tomó su cuerpo unos minutos y no recordaba nada, así que si tomaba el cuerpo de mi sobrino para el sería un abrir y cerrar de ojos.

Luego de ponerle el collar, me apresure y entre en el, sentía como me envolvía una cálida sensación de calma y perdí mis sentidos, al abrir mis nuevos ojos mis sentidos volvieron, me apresure a masturbarme para hacer esto algo temporalmente irreversible, tome su polla y se puso dura como roca, era una paja increíble, su pene era más grande que el mío, estuve bombeando hasta soltar su semilla por mi nuevo abdomen y al terminar tome una ducha pero no me resistí y lo hice de nuevo, al terminar de ducharme me vestí, no lo negaré, no puedo dejar de ver mi nuevo cuerpo.

Luego salí a fumar, su cuerpo no acepto el cigarrillo, es normal yo también batalle la primera vez, pero se resolverá a fin de cuentas era cuestión de práctica antes de que mi nuevo cuerpo reciba el humo como algo normal y sin problemas.

Volví a entrar a la casa de mi sobrino y mi teléfono recibió una llamado, era "Juan", bueno su sobrino me preguntó si ya había terminado con el collar y que lo quería para guardarlo en un lugar seguro donde no se perdiera y se proteja hasta que lo necesitemos, así que me subí a mi carro y tome el collar, lo puse en un caja que coloque arriba del carro en lo que lo abría, pero una mano lo tomó, era el tonto vecino de mi sobrino y un compañero de su universidad, venían a invitarme a una tarde con ellos en su piscina, dije que no para evitar problemas con lo de entregar el collar, le pedí el collar pero su vecino se lo puso porque según el era que se veía muy lujoso y quería ver como se le veía, y su compañero le iba a dar una palmada en la espalda pero solo pude ver como su brazo y todo su cuerpo se comenzaba a hundir en el cuerpo del torpe vecino y su bañador que era lo único que tenía puesto recorría por sus piernas, luego sus pies y finalmente caían al piso luego ser absorbido o fusionado con su amigo, la verdad no se bien como funcione esto, pero solo sabia que acababa de ocasionar un gran problema mientras el cuerpo de mi nuevo vecino tenía un ligero espasmo y me volteaba a ver con los ojos llenos de incertidumbre, claramente no era el dueño del cuerpo quien estaba mirándome.

[hoatzinatlas]

"Hello there- I've been waiting for you..."

basics.

FACECLAIM VENGO GAO

CHARACTER NAME Ouxin "Atlas" Han

NICKNAME(S) Atlas, Oxy (don't call him this) , Atta Boy, Hoatzy (hes charmed by this one)

GENDER/PRONOUNS CIS MAN HE/HIM

SEXUALITY Bisexual

HEIGHT 6'3

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Very light freckles across his nose, scar on his left clavicle from the before. double jointed on his right hand, slightly pointed ears, eyes that look seeming attentive yet dazed,

APPEARS (THE AGE AT TIME OF DEATH) 45

BIRTHDAY 12/22/ 1965 (bad at math )

PLACE OF BIRTH jixi, Heilongjiang-Pokoravha Border,China

NATIONALITY Chinese (did apply for Macanes citizenship but didn't go through because COD)

FAMILY INFORMATION : Mother deceased status unknown, Unknown Father

CAUSE OF DEATH Getting shot by former boss in broad baylight

TRAITS [ minimum 3 POS, 3 NEG, feel free to include more! ] eloquent, generous, stoic, vindictive, hypocritical, cranky, snarky,esoteric

LIKES Parchment paper, the essence of biscotti, almonds, nicely spread bed sheets, class, the finer things in the after

DISLIKES chewing with mouth open, dishwasher lasgana, ignorance, scammers,

HOBBIES laminating papers, reading magazines, recouping art styles for his bardo, calligraphy, spending time with hatchlings and magpie

HABITS staring in the distance, twirling things in his hands, constantly adjusting his collar and gloves, constantly covering the freckles on his nose

optionals.

EXTRAS [ pinterest, playlists, etc. ] coming soon

CHARACTER TROPES Beware the Silly Ones, Blue-and-Orange Morality , Bunny-Ears Lawyer, Seen it All , Trickster Mentor

CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS: Urahara Kisuke (Bleach), Mr Moseby (Suite Life of Zack and Cody), Eikichi Onizuka (Great Teacher Onizuka), R.J (Power Rangers Jungle Fury), Pegagus Yugioh

MEMES

MORAL ALIGNMENT : Choatic Good

ZODIAC/NATAL CHART :TBD

MBTI ENFP (Campaigner)

ENNEAGRAM TBD

[dissolvingjenny]

An observation as I sit here eating chocolate on my front stoop after a long, grueling day of work; Last year, on the first day of Gemini season, I commented on how relentlessly windy it was. It struck me as funny and somewhat ironic, given that Gemini is an air sign, probably my favorite air sign at that. (Ohhh, how they fan the flames of my lion heart! ....Until they break it, or exacerbate the flames into a raging wildfire, of course.)

Today, Gemini season enters with the exact same powerful energy- stirring up all that's been stuck during Taurus season, and any residual, mucky energy from the winter (which seems to have finally flatlined.)

The sultry heat of our warmest day yet, paired with the ever swirling, cleansing wind, makes me feel mentally stimulated & renewed, and ready to embrace change. (It's also kind of burning my eyes because it's filled with pollen and dust. Things are rarely perfect, but I still fall madly in love with such moments.)

I've always felt that air is very important to my well-being; not only because I have basically NO air elementals in my fiery natal astrology chart to balance everything else. But also due to something deeper and somewhat unexplainable. If you believe in reincarnation and/or karma, perhaps something passed down or carried with me from all the "befores." I was born with my umbilical cord tightly wound around my neck. My Mom said I came out blue, silent, and not breathing. I was put under observation and monitored for a couple of days. It's been thought by mystics/light workers/etc. that we often "come back into the world the same way we went out." Who knows. I've grown more convinced I could be my Grandfather's only brother, reincarnated. He suffered a handful of freak accidents involving trauma to the head/neck before dying in a car crash-which nearly decapitated him-at 18 years old. Up until the moment of my birth, my parents had been expecting a boy, to be named Eric Robert. Alas, they ended up with Jennifer Lynne!

I experienced bouts of fainting from the day I was brought home from the hospital until about age 5, (terrifying my entire family one too many times.) It was eventually determined to be "breath-holding syndrome, temper related" after neurological testing ruled out seizures or anything of the sort.

When those episodes finally stopped, I always remember feeling "breathless" during times of anxiety or upset. My first boyfriend, very young, once fastened a leather bondage collar so tightly around my neck, I had PTSD for weeks. I tried to be tough and never told him how badly it hurt or how uncomfortable I was. To this day, in my adult life, I still get phantom feelings of being choked/strangled when I'm overwhelmed, stressed or emotional. My neck tightens and my pulse pounds, my ears fill up with pressure and I become faint. I can't be in a room with no air movement for more than a couple of minutes; an open door, window, or fan is a must. I just.....NEED AIR, DAMNIT! The human experience is so strange.

Oh, and what are the odds that Avatar The Last Airbender is practically my favorite show of all time? 🌀 (Fire Nation, represent! 🔥)

Thinking I've been alone this whole time, I gaze across the street and see an old man in a wheelchair, parked contently on his driveway, all alone with no lights on, quietly enjoying the gusts of wind and watching the gray clouds sail by above our heads. I tear up a bit, because that's just me, always. I cry to alchemize shit. I cry almost daily. It's how I release the weight of being an empath in this Godforsaken world. (My Mercury in Cancer is showing....)

Anyway, I'm too tired to look for typos, so those are my thoughts for the day. Another neighbor joins the old man to admire the breeze and indulge in a sweet conversation. My heart swells.

Thank you, my beloved moon in Scorpio, for compelling me to write today. My soul is right at home for a couple of days each month when you're in my natal moon sign.

Goodnight wind, goodnight old man, goodnight moon...

And welcome, Mercury-ruled Gemini archetype! ♊️ Here's to endless conversation, communication, spilling the tea, unfinished projects, witty banter, lots of thinking and probably not a lot of sleep! (You crazy, insomniac Gemini fucks!) 😂🩵

[cartergriffiths]

*     𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑   . . .

   excuse   me   did   you   see   evan   roderick   hanging   around   palmwood   studios   ?   oh   no   ,   that   was   carter   griffith  ,   the   twenty - nine   year   old   actor   who   plays   jake  marono  on   hillmore   women.   yeah   ,   you   know   rumour   has   it   they’re   -   cynical   ,   and   -   self - destructive   ,   but   their   fans   all   say   they’re   + observant   ,   and   +   compassionate.   around   palmwood   studios   they’re   known   as   the   omen.  

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑   𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆   for   the   following   themes:  

abuse   ,   neglect   ,   manipulation   +   gaslighting    ,   abandonment    ,   theft    ,   juvenile   detention.

𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖   . . .

birth   name   ,   beau   carter   griffith.   nickname   ,   carter.   date   of   birth   ,   july   7   ,   1993.   natal   chart   ,   cancer   sun   +   gemini   moon   +   gemini   rising.   gender   ,   cis   man.   pronouns   ,   he   +   him.   orientations   ,   bisexual.   birth   place   ,   apple   valley   ,   california.   place   of   living   ,   los   angeles   ,   california.   language(s)   spoken   ,   english   +   basic   american   sign   language   (   one   of   his  half - siblings   was   hard   of   hearing   ).   faceclaim   ,   evan   roderick.   height   ,   6′1″ (  rounded  up  ) +  183cm.   positive   traits   ,   observant   +   compassionate.   negative   traits   ,   cynical   +   self - destructive.   moral   alignment   ,   true   neutral.  

𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄   . . .

occupation   ,   actor.    trainings   +   skills   ,   n / a.   years   active   ,   2017 — present.    television   debut   ,   hillmore   women   (   as   jake   marono   ).    film   debut   ,   the   batman   (   as   the   riddler   /   edward    nashton   ).    breakthrough   role   in   ,   hillmore   women   (   as  jake   marono   ).   other   notable   works   ,   a   one   episode   guest   role   in   bad   guy   brains   +   spencer   monroe   in   the   walking   dead.

𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘   𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄   . . .

beau   griffith   was   born   on   july   7,   1993,   in   apple   valley,   california,   to   parents   dean   griffith,   a   blue   collar   worker   and   desiree   griffith   (   née   tuckett   ),   unemployed.  the  couple  only  had  beau  together,  providing   instead   a   total   of   four   half - siblings   and   two   step - siblings   with   different   partner   over   the   course   of   their   tumultuous   relationship.   while   they   chased   and   fled   each   other   on   and   off,   beau   and   his   half - siblings   were   all   left   to   fend   for   themselves.   his   childhood   was   filled   with   the   good   and   the   bad   —   the   good   came   during   times   of   reconciliation,    when   the   pair   found   their   way   back   to   each   other   and   favored   their   shared   son.   the   bad   came   when   they   found   conflict   once   again,   dragging   beau   into   the   center   of   it   as   if   he   were   the   rope   in   their   game   of   tug   of   war.   they   favored   their   other   children   during   the   intense   moments   because   beau   was   a   reminder   of   the   other,   and   they   gaslighted   and   manipulated   him   in   an   attempt   to   gain   the   upper   hand   in   their   fights.   with   the   constant   tensions   at   home   and   a   need   for   escape,   it   was   no   surprise   when   he   began   running   with   the   wrong   crowd.   he   and   his   friends,   from   the   time   they   reached   middle   school,   completed   little   heists   for   money.   these   “   heists  ”   as   the   group   called   them,   were   simply   petty   thefts   —   pickpocketing   wallets   &   watches   +   swiping   items   from   stores   &   residences.  in   the   tenth   grade   and,   following   another   highly   reactive   and   violent   confrontation   between   his   parents,   beau   agreed   to   take   it   to   the   next   level   and   took   part   in   the   car   theft   of   their   principal.   that   same   night   he   and   two   of   his   friends   were   caught   and   arrested   for   the   crime.

beau   went   on   to   serve   three   months   in   juvenile   detention,   given   this   was   his   first   sentence   and   he   got   off   on   a   misdemeanor   charge.   this  was   his   first   of   two   sentences   during   his   adolescence.   the   second   came   nearly   a   year   later   and   he   was   placed  in   juvenile   detention   for   sixteen   months.   following   this   sentence,   beau   returned   home   to   an   empty   house.   with   the   desire   for   a   clean   slate,   beau   got   his   GED,   a   minimum   wage   job,   and   took   what   was   left   of   his   belongings   to   move   into   a   rundown   apartment   in   the   city.  

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋   𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄    . . .

acting   happened   by   chance.   beau   had   met   a   friend   in   a   pub   one   night   that   told   him   he   had   the   bearings   for   it.   while   he   laughed   off   the   comment   in   the   moment,   when   he   returned   home   that   same   night,   he   couldn’t   stop   thinking   about   it   —   not   because   he   had   a   desire   for   a   career   in   hollywood   but   rather,   because   he   felt   like   it   would   be   a   chance   to   prove   himself,   to   get   back   at   his   parents   for   the   way   they   treated   him.   so,   that’s   what   he   did.   from   that   moment   forward,   he   legally   started   going   by   his   middle   name   carter.   beginning   first   with   commercials,   some   of   which   were   and   still   are   highly   embarrassing   to   look   back   on,   but   through   this   work   he   landed   a   modelling   gig   and   then,   as   if   life   was   finally   granting   him   a   big   fucking   break,   he   landed   the   role   on   his   first   television   series   “   hillmore   women.  ”

due   to   a   huge   lack   of   experience   and   skill   in   acting,   carter   only   had   one   acting   credit   in   his   career   during   his   early   twenties   and   that   was   as   jake   marono.   he   sought   out   tips   from   his   castmates   and   began   taking   classes   that   would   boost   his   skills   and   career.   his   rise   in   the   industry   has   been   slow   and   has   hardly   allowed   him   a   chance   to   transcend   from   his   shitty   little   apartment,   but   he   no   longer   takes  anything   for   granted.   it   was   only   within   the   past   two   years   or   so   that   carter   started   landed   other   roles,   his   biggest   to   date   was   in   the   newest   batman   film   as   the   riddler   /   edward   nashton   (   nygma   ).   yet,   with   a   past   like   his,   there   are   hardly   any   happy   endings   because   just   as   he   finally   managed   to   pay   off   his   debts,   one   from   the   past   made   its   return   once   the   name   carter   griffith   began   to   grow   in   popularity   more   and   more   across   the   country.   old   friends   caught   wind   of   his   success   and   rising   bank   accounts,   and   have   started   showing   up   at   his   place   demanding   hospitality   and   repayment   for   the   night   he   crashed   the   vehicle   and   landed   each   of   them   in   jail.

𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐅𝐎𝐑   . . .

○   mentors     —    inspired   by   the   following   dynamic   ,   tom   holland   &   robert   downey   jr.   (   basically   actors   that   took   him   under   their   wing   and   helped   him  out   behind   the   scenes   ).

○   confidant   —    the   only   person   that   he   confides   in   ,   the   person   that   was   there   when   his   past   sentences   made   headlines   at   the   onset   of   his   career.   this   person   guided   him   through   it   emotionally.

○   future   pr   relationship  —    their   teams   are   currently   ✨ manifesting ✨   it   so   it’s   a   stay   tuned   for   drama   type   of   energy.  

○   best   friend   —    inspired   by   the   following   dynamic   ,   damon   salvatore  &   alaric   saltzman   (   the   first   friend   he   made   in   the   city   +   the   person   that   encouraged   him   to   try   acting.   now   they’re   bffs   and  would   die   for   each   other   idk.   broody   drinks   at   bars   ).

○   someone   that   can’t   take   him   seriously  —   he’s   got   a   bad   past   and   arguably   no   talent   when   he   came   into   the   business,   he’s   just   a   pretty   face   landing   roles.   so   hate   on   him.

○   someone   he   desperately   tries   to  impress  —   similar   to   the   last   connection   except   this   one   is   carter   trying   to   prove   himself   to   them   because   he   needs   reassurance   and   also   ?   maybe   he   was / is   a   fan.  

○   close   friends   —   inspired   by   the   following   dynamics   ,    literally   all   the   squads   in   fave   shows.  

○   one   night   stands  /  hook - ups  /  friends   with   benefits  —   he’s   a   bit   of   a   man   whore   so   !

○   the   one   person   he’s   just   in   love   with   high   key   because   he   doesn’t   try   to   hide   it   literally   one   single   bit  —   inspired   by   the   following   dynamics   ,   chuck   &   blair   (  gossip   girl   )   +   nate   &   serena   ( gossip   girl   )   +   stiles   &   lydia   (    teen   wolf   )   +   seth   &   summer   (  the   oc   )   +   joey   &   pacey   ( dawson’s   creek   ).    

and   i’m   open   to   any   other   ideas!

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[conchapman]

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[aishangotome]

Chapter 2-7 Suspicions Multiply (疑實叢生)

Chapter 2-6

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These past few days, Han You has been arresting people everywhere under the pretext of investigating the assassination, causing widespread panic. However, I find it suspicious - the timing and location of the assassination were too convenient.

My second brother, concerned for my safety, ordered Chen Qi to stay with me. So, I asked him to help me investigate the clues.

*flashback*

Chen Qi: Although we're acting in secret and the Second Prince will be angry if he finds out, but...

Chen Qi: Investigating a case with Princess Jie Jie is too exciting! Only a fool would refuse!

*flashback over*

Chen Qi's personality is completely different from Chen Xiu's. He agreed to my request almost without thinking.

And now, we were standing in a dilapidated house. Most of the windows were covered, making the interior dim even in daylight.

Chen Qi: Princess Jie Jie, the guards will be back soon. We need to hurry.

He lifted the assassin's hand for closer examination and then rummaged through his clothes. This was the first time I had a clear look at the assassin's face - he looked no older than seventeen or eighteen.

Princess: He's so young. His life ended before it even began.

Chen Qi: Calluses on his fingertips and palms indicate years of martial arts training. I checked, he's not from the army or the Shadow Guard Camp.

Princess: Where could he have come from?

Chen Qi: There are many organizations in Sheng Ning City that specialize in taking in homeless people, training them in martial arts, and then selling them to the wealthy to do their dirty work.

Chen Qi: These people have no names, no families, no ties. If they disappear, no one will notice.

Chen Qi: They're not even recorded in the household registers, making it impossible to trace them.

Princess: But they're still living people, brought into this world with their parents' hopes...

Princess: Find out his identity.

An inexplicable anger welled up inside me, its source elusive. But looking at the assassin's young face, I couldn't bring myself to ignore it.

Chen Qi: ... Okay.

Chen Qi lifted the assassin's collar, and I suddenly saw a tattoo on his shoulder.

Chen Qi: Ah?

Chen Qi looked at the tattoo, his expression turning serious.

Princess: Have you seen this tattoo before?

Chen Qi hesitated, then scratched his head and frowned.

Chen Qi: ... It might sound a bit unbelievable, and I can't understand why he has this tattoo, but...

Chen Qi: He might not be from Dacheng.

Chen Qi pulled the clothes aside for me to see the tattoo more clearly.

Chen Qi: Princess Jie Jie, look, this tattoo is a star chart. Normally, each star chart has a unique natal palace, with the orbits of the stars beside it.

Chen Qi: This is the symbol of the Gu Chuan Sky Yard.

Princess: ... Gu Chuan... Sky Yard?

Chen Qi: The Gu Chuan Kingdom is located amidst towering mountains, its terrain treacherous and easily defensible. Their mechanisms are renowned throughout the world, incredibly ingenious.

Chen Qi: The Sky Yard was established by the National Preceptor, Shen Xi Ci. Everyone there is highly skilled and proficient in mechanisms and various assassination techniques.

Chen Qi: This tattoo is the mark of their identity.

The person who tried to kill Han You was actually from Gu Chuan, and they only sent one person. This made no sense at all.

I initially thought this was just a staged act by Han You, but if Chen Qi was telling the truth, then this matter was more than just a factional struggle.

Chen Qi: Princess Jie Jie, have you heard...

Chen Qi leaned closer, lowering his voice.

Chen Qi: There are rumors outside that this assassin was sent by Prince Fu...

Princess: ... Sixth Uncle?

Prince Fu is my father's younger brother. He's an upright man who has always disapproved of Consort Han's extravagance and arrogance, and even less so of Han You's recklessness and tyranny. They are constantly at odds with each other.

Princess: It wouldn't be surprising if the assassin was sent by him, but how could my uncle be involved with the Gu Chuan Kingdom?

Chen Qi: ... Jie Jie!

There was a noise outside, it seemed the guards were back. Chen Qi quickly tidied up the scene and led me out through the back window.

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Even after returning to my chambers, I was still lost in thought.

Princess: I just can't understand how my uncle could be connected to the people of Gu Chuan.

Princess: He personally participated in the war against Gu Chuan ten years ago.

That war... was incredibly brutal, the Battle of Youzhou... No one wants to mention it again...

Chen Qi: That's true. It was probably the most devastating defeat Dacheng has ever suffered since its founding.

Chen Qi: So many soldiers were lost, Prince Fu blamed himself and requested punishment. The ever-victorious general was demoted to a commoner and died in depression. The Gu family has fallen from grace ever since.

Chen Qi: Anyone who experienced that war and witnessed the horrors firsthand probably won't ever be able to recover.

Chen Qi's words reminded me of something.

Princess: You mentioned the ever-victorious general just now. That's Gu Zhao's father, Gu Wei Yue.

Chen Qi: Yes, it's a pity about General Gu. He was glorious all his life, never losing a battle. Who would have thought that in the end... Sigh...

Princess: Gu Wei Yue... the Battle of Youzhou... Prince Fu... the assassin... Gu Chuan... Han You...

What kind of connection is there between these fragments?

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Chapter 2-8

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[jacll0w]

Por fuera, proyecta la imagen de alguien que ha hecho las paces con su entorno, pero en lo profundo sabe que el mundo, incluso en sus mejores días, ha sido un lugar cruel. La brisa nocturna, ligera pero constante, lleva el olor del tabaco y las cenizas de un mundo que no terminan de dejar atrás. Mientras Gael habla, ella lo escucha con una atención que se ha vuelto instintiva. En su trabajo como enfermera, había aprendido a leer entre líneas, a escuchar incluso lo que no se dice. Ahora, esa capacidad se convierte en una especie de refugio, tanto para ella como para quienes la rodean.

El comentario de Gael golpea a Jacqueline como un puñetazo invisible. Una punzada atraviesa su pecho, tan visceral que tiene que apartar la mirada por un momento, enfocándose en el cigarrillo que quema entre sus dedos. La franqueza con la que lo dice, como si hablara del clima o de una vieja anécdota sin importancia, hace que algo dentro de ella se quiebre un poco más. A los doce años. No puede dejar de imaginarse a un niño tan joven cargando con el peso de querer desaparecer. Un nudo se forma en su garganta. Jacqueline sabe lo que es sentir esa desesperación, esa urgencia de escapar de una realidad que parece insostenible. Pero la idea de que alguien tan joven pudiera haberse sentido así... eso le parte el alma. En su mente, la imagen de Gael se entremezcla con su propio reflejo en el pasado: noches de soledad en las que deseaba con todas sus fuerzas ser otra persona, vivir otra vida, cualquier cosa menos la que tenía. "Doce años," repite, más para sí misma que para él, como si probara el peso de esas palabras. Se detiene un momento, tragando la emoción que amenaza con quebrar su voz. "Nadie debería cargar con algo así tan joven." No dice más, pero su expresión lo dice todo: el dolor reflejado en sus ojos no es solo por Gael, sino también por la niña que una vez fue, por todos los momentos en los que sintió que el mundo era demasiado grande, demasiado cruel. Quisiera extender la mano y borrar cada una de esas memorias de su mente, pero sabe que eso es imposible. En lugar de eso, aprieta suavemente la mano de Gael entre la suya. Es un gesto pequeño, pero cargado de significado, como si quisiera transmitirle que está ahí, que lo escucha, que su dolor no pasa desapercibido. Durante unos segundos, no dice nada más. El silencio entre ellos es pesado, pero no incómodo. Jacqueline lo mira, intentando encontrar las palabras correctas, sabiendo que probablemente no las haya.

Mientras él menciona a su madre y el collar de su hermano, Jacqueline siente cómo las palabras se hunden en un rincón de su mente que había preferido mantener cerrado. Escuchar a Gael hablar de pérdidas la lleva de regreso a su propia historia, a los años que pasó tratando de esconder las cicatrices —físicas y emocionales— que le dejó su exmarido. La violencia había sido un veneno silencioso, infiltrándose en cada rincón de su vida, moldeando cómo percibía la bondad y el dolor. Había noches en las que había rezado, al igual que Gael, no para ver un cuadro moverse o un objeto caerse, sino simplemente para que el silencio llegara y no tuviera que temer el siguiente golpe. Sin embargo, a pesar de esas sombras, Jacqueline había encontrado pequeños momentos de respiro: el olor de los campos en su pueblo natal, la calidez de su madre cuando la cargaba desde el patio a la cama, el amor incondicional que alguna vez creyó perdido. Ahora, en Safe Haven, sostenía esas memorias como anclas, aun cuando a veces sentía que se hundía.

Hablar de su propia madre siempre le había resultado agridulce, una mezcla de añoranza y culpabilidad. La figura de la mujer que la adoptó no era solo su salvadora; era también una constante recordatoria de lo que nunca podría volver a ser: inocente, indemne. Al menos, su madre nunca había dejado de buscarla, ni siquiera en los momentos en que Jacqueline, incapaz de procesar el amor, se había escondido más allá del alcance de sus brazos. A veces, mientras fumaba, pensaba en su exmarido, en cómo él había encendido los primeros cigarrillos para ella como si fuera un gesto romántico, y en cómo esos momentos ligeros habían dado paso a una oscuridad insoportable. Le dolía admitirlo, pero había noches en las que la bruma de los recuerdos casi parecía más soportable que la realidad actual.

"Improvisar no está tan mal," dice con una pequeña sonrisa que no alcanza a sus ojos. "La mayoría de las cosas buenas que he hecho en mi vida surgieron de momentos en los que no tenía un plan." Es una verdad parcial, pero no una mentira. Hacer su maleta y abandonar a su exmarido una madrugada sin avisar a nadie había sido un acto impulsivo, desesperado. Pero ese mismo acto la había llevado a Safe Haven, y aquí estaba, todavía de pie. No era un triunfo perfecto, pero era un triunfo. El comentario de Gael sobre Shawn y su búsqueda de señales la lleva a reflexionar. No había buscado señales después de dejar atrás su antigua vida. No se había permitido pensar en milagros ni en justicia. Solo había querido sobrevivir. Quizás, en ese sentido, Gael tenía razón al hablar de improvisación: todos lo hacían, aunque algunos se aferraran a un propósito o un ideal para justificarlo.

"No sé si hay alguien allá arriba mirando esto," admite, señalando el cielo con un leve movimiento de su cabeza. "Pero sí creo que hay algo poderoso en las estrellas. Cuando las miro... no sé, me siento un poco menos rota. Como si no importara cuánto caos haya aquí abajo. Ellas siguen brillando." Hace una pausa, el peso de sus palabras cayendo entre ambos como un murmullo distante. "Quizás eso es lo que necesitamos. Algo que nos recuerde que aún hay cosas que no se apagan. La caricia de Gael en el dorso de su mano la toma por sorpresa, aunque no retira la suya. En otro tiempo, ese gesto habría encendido sus alarmas, pero ahora lo recibe como un consuelo inesperado. Sabe que ninguno de los dos está realmente listo para hablar de lo que los persigue, pero por ahora, el silencio compartido es suficiente.

La firmeza de la mano que lo sostiene pareciera evitar el impulso de regresar a los pensamientos obsesivos de siempre. Pasa mucho tiempo solo, al menos antes de llegar a Safe Haven,  tanto cómodo como desahuciado en sus miserias, dudando de la misericordia del mundo y de las razones para echar impulso y salir adelante, creyendo siempre que la soledad es demasiado grande para contenerlo, que se sale de los poros y se siente en el ambiente; piensa demasiado, siempre en escenarios grises y sin luz natural ni artificial. Oscuridad y aburrimiento, apatía al mundo que parece seguir ofreciéndose a ser descubierto pese a su deseo, que no es un deseo de abandonarlo pero sí uno de descansar del mundo, alejarse de este una temporada larga, como en hibernación, y poder navegar algo parecido a la no existencia.  Ha intentado descansar viniendo a Safe Haven y ahora está rodeado de criaturas infames y famélicas de carne humana. Tal como le preguntó a Jacqueline, se pregunta si él podrá aceptar que el mundo se destroce del todo. Ella cuenta acerca de la relación con su madre, responde la pregunta dada con tranquilidad, como recordando o volviendo ahí, convidando de su pasado con un gotero que no sacia la sed pero que funciona como torniquete. Imagina a una madre alta, de pelo de un rubio ceniza, yendo cada noche hacia el campo o patio de esa casa o rancho en Montana, buscando a su hija, tomándola en brazos para llevarla de vuelta a su habitación. Como en un set de grabación, imagina la habitación de Jacqueline sin un techo, viéndose las estrellas desde una cama individual. Se pregunta de qué color serían las paredes de ese cuarto; si lilas, naranjas, amarillas o ninguna de estas. Se pregunta si, de haberle construido un tragaluz en ese techo, ella hubiese abandonado las noches en el patio contando estrellas, meciéndose con ellas en el cuarto o si hubiese sentido más ganas de echarse en el suelo fértil o muerto. —Tu madre suena como una mujer excelente. —Comprensiva, cree que Jacqueline sacó su empatía de ella, no le hace falta mucha más información para crear esa hipótesis. La madre de Gael es pasiva, igual que su hijo. Pero ha intentado cambiar al menor vivo como no pudo hacerlo con su hijo muerto, y en algún punto le funcionó porque su hijo se graduó y dejó la noche.  Sin embargo, con su padre y madre docentes, aunque se enfocaron en sacar a su hijo adelante, nunca hubo una conexión fuerte. Gael siempre se sintió ajeno a sus valores tan estrechos e inamovibles, tan sumamente correctos y trabajadores. —Mi familia me sugirió estudiar Cinematografía. —Eso lo agradece. No sabe dónde estaría si no fuera por ello, sin haber tenido ese eje ordenador en su vida. Quizá estaría en la plaza principal de Leith, como en toda su adolescencia, reemplazando la ausencia de su hermano con su presencia, con la frustración a tope y jugando con navajas mariposa.   Lo cierto es que sigue frustrado, pero se concentra en la mano que lo toca. Eso parece hacer la frustración dimitir brevemente. Gael cree que ha estado deprimido y negado a la vida gran parte del tramo que esta conlleva, desmereciendo el amor de su familia y de sus amigos, si es que los amigos que aparecen en discotecas oscuras pueden acoger el amor y no solo los vicios, presa de las paredes de su casa de la primera juventud y el estadio de los Hibernian, de las camperas Adidas de imitación de color verde como los conjuntos de su club de fútbol.

Ella añade un comentario más sobre su madre, a Gael le parece tortuoso que considere que no merece el cuidado comprometido de una madre que, además, la eligió a ella con convicción. No es que le tocó y ya: la quiso para sí, para darle esos cuidados sin esperar nada al respecto. Sabe que su propia madre no espera nada de Gael. Cree, viendo las estrellas, que quizá espere una llamada pero no algo más que un escueto saludo y anécdotas insignificantes de una rutina que es sádica en sí misma, porque Gael se azota y se culpa de su infortunio y a veces cree que el tormento es tan costumbre que duda que algún día algo o alguien, o incluso él mismo, pueda guiarlo fuera del túnel húmedo y negruzco donde está.  Mira nuevamente la mano pálida que sostiene la suya, igual de diáfana, y si bien no se siente incómodo ni ajeno, sí persiste la extrañeza. Todavía mirando la mano de Jacqueline, contesta: —Son pensamientos difíciles de atravesar en la edad temprana. —Puede comprenderlo en cierta medida, de pronto un tanto incómodo por su propia incapacidad para sentirse exento del masoquismo y del sadismo que lo derrotan.

Ella añade un comentario más sobre su madre, a Gael le parece tortuoso que considere que no merece el cuidado comprometido de una madre que, además, la eligió a ella con convicción. No es que le tocó y ya: la quiso para sí, para darle esos cuidados sin esperar nada al respecto. Sabe que su propia madre no espera nada de Gael. Cree, viendo las estrellas, que quizá espere una llamada pero no algo más que un escueto saludo y anécdotas insignificantes de una rutina que es sádica en sí misma, porque Gael se azota y se culpa de su infortunio y a veces cree que el tormento es tan costumbre que duda que algún día algo o alguien, o incluso él mismo, pueda guiarlo fuera del túnel húmedo y negruzco donde está.  Mira nuevamente la mano pálida que sostiene la suya, igual de diáfana, y si bien no se siente incómodo ni ajeno, sí persiste la extrañeza. Todavía mirando la mano de Jacqueline, contesta: —Son pensamientos difíciles de atravesar en la edad temprana. —Puede comprenderlo en cierta medida, de pronto un tanto incómodo por su propia incapacidad para sentirse exento del masoquismo y del sadismo que lo derrotan. —Yo recuerdo querer desaparecer por primera vez a los doce años. —Encontró pasada la incómoda preadolescencia que el alcohol lo hacía sentir invisible e intocable, como desaparecido.

La ve fumar, le gusta como le empaña la vista el humo y hace imposible verle bien el rostro. Pero nota como exhala el aire, como se alza el pecho y luego baja. Él recibe el cigarrillo después y lo fuma, sintiendo el dolor en las costillas y también el placer de su mal hábito. La voz suave de Jacqueline rompe el silencio, crudo y embelesado en problemáticas, que Gael armó como alzando sus cimientos. Ella habla y él comprende, es una intensa sensación, de vuelta viéndose a sí mismo en ella. Es extraño identificarse, él se siente como una sombra iluminada apenas por algún farol a medias prendido y a medias titilando. Se pregunta si Jacqueline se sentirá igual.

Recuerda una canción con la que también supo identificarse hasta los huesos: I've been waiting for a guide to come and take me by the hand / will these sensations make me feel the pleasures of a normal man? Esa canción le llega y le da ganas de bailar al mismo tiempo. Recuerda que no es bailar en sí, sino saltar en el lugar moviendo los brazos como una marioneta de carne, a veces demasiado ebrio y drogado para entender dónde estaba el suelo, para distinguir rostros, igual que como con el humo del cigarro pero un poco menos misericordioso, él mucho mas mareado. El caos, siempre presente el caos. Existencialista o nihilista o algo mucho más pesimista, no sabe porque no es erudito ni filósofo, piensa que las palabras Jacqueline calan hondo, hasta los huesos, pulverizándolos. —Es un buen ideal, arreglar el mundo—los alaridos de los infectados en la lejanía le hacen pensar que quizá no sea nunca posible—. Yo pienso que estamos improvisando, viendo dónde terminaremos. Creo que quizá el sol se apague antes de que encontremos cómo arreglarnos a nosotros o reconstruir el mundo. —Él ha buscado arreglarse mucho tiempo, ahora se ha rendido lleva años rendido, incluso si abandonó experiencias inhóspitas en pos de una rutina normal. Comentario siguiente, ese que cataloga el momento con manos entrelazadas y estrellas iluminando sus rostros como algo genuino, verdadero y valioso, le hace sentir indudablemente nervioso. No séecree tan valeroso, pero le gustaría tanto creer que puede ser algo más que la piel real de la desidia y el estertor, del cansancio y el duelo inacabable de la perdida física y, cree, también espiritual. Se queda callado, reflexionando.  —Cuando Shawn murió, me quedé con su collar y recé varias noches seguidas. Pedí que se manifestara—tirando un cuadro, apagando la tele del comedor, incluso pegándole en la nuca como solía hacer—. Sostenía la cadena y pedía a algún dios que me escuchase. Nunca ví nada. Me gusta creer que simplemente no tengo intuición, pero a veces creo que Shawn no está en ningún lado más que bajo tierra. —Una pausa. —No soy religioso, tampoco espiritual. —Cree que es más de la materia, de lo que crece y muere en el suelo. Repite: —Pero estas estrellas destellan como nunca ví. Se siente trascendental. A lo mejor el Todopoderoso nos está mirando. —Juehs hacía el final de la frase, acaso dios tuviera interes en estar monitoreando el agarre de las manos de Jacqueline y Gaelm Gael Renfrow es tan cobarde que su mano transpira y se siente nervioso por ello. No quiere que contraria piense que está viviendo algo trascendental, pero ciertamente no tiene en su mente roces tan dulces y calmos en su pasado, más bien movimientos de náufrago en baños apretados, siempre demasiado cobarde para gustarle actuar con parsimonia y afecto. Da una caricia al dorso de su mano, luego una calada y pasa el cigarrillo a ella otra vez, casi que desea que no perciba el gesto, cobarde.

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IGOR LEVIT

MENDELSSOHN – LIEDER OHNE WORTE (SONGS WITHOUT WORDS)

Igor Levit publica un nuevo álbum en formato CD este 26 de enero, como reacción artística personal a los atentados del 7 de octubre contra Israel y al actual aumento del antisemitismo en todo el mundo.

Consíguelo AQUÍ

El álbum recoge su selección de "Songs Without Words" de Felix Mendelssohn y concluye con un Preludio del compositor romántico francés Charles-Valentin Alkan.  Igor Levit y su equipo han ofrecido su tiempo de forma gratuita, y su recaudación se donará a dos organizaciones alemanas que luchan contra el antisemitismo: el Centro de Asesoramiento contra la Violencia y la Discriminación Antisemitas OFEK y la Iniciativa Kreuzberg contra el Antisemitismo.

Igor Levit explica: "He hecho esta grabación por una necesidad interior muy, muy fuerte. Pasé las primeras cuatro o cinco semanas después del atentado del 7 de octubre en una mezcla de enmudecimiento y parálisis total. Y en algún momento, quedó claro que no tenía más herramientas que reaccionar como artista. Tengo el piano. Tengo mi música. Y así, se me ocurrió la idea de grabar estas obras, las "Canciones sin palabras" y donar los beneficios de esta grabación a dos maravillosas organizaciones que trabajan en mi ciudad natal, aquí en Berlín, para ayudar a las personas que son víctimas del antisemitismo y para ayudar a los jóvenes a evitar caer en las garras del antisemitismo. Es mi reacción artística, como persona, como músico, como judío, a lo que he sentido en las últimas semanas y meses. O para decirlo con más precisión, es una de las muchas reacciones que se me ocurrieron".

El álbum contribuye a la lucha de Igor Levit contra el creciente antisemitismo. Recientemente ha hablado sobre su alarmante escalada en muchos medios de comunicación alemanes destacados y ha debatido sobre su impacto en los judíos hoy con el vicecanciller alemán en el 85º aniversario de la Noche de los cristales rotos, cuyo vídeo se publicó en Internet. En noviembre también viajó a Tel Aviv para tocar para las familias de los rehenes israelíes y, más recientemente, organizó un concierto solidario con numerosos músicos, autores y presentadores alemanes destacados, así como con Margot Friedländer, superviviente del Holocausto, cuyos beneficios se donaron a las mismas dos organizaciones que los del álbum.  Tiene previsto organizar conciertos solidarios similares en más países a su debido tiempo. 

A Igor Levit, que ha tocado en privado muchas de las "Canciones sin palabras" de Mendelssohn, la elección del repertorio para el álbum le pareció simplemente acertada, y afirma que "cierta melancolía" de las obras le ha servido de consuelo en los últimos tiempos. Considera el Prélude Op.31: nº 8 "La chanson de la folle au bord de la mer" de Alkan como una especie de "Canción sin palabras" y una conclusión intuitiva de la grabación. 

La impactante imagen de portada fue tomada por el fotógrafo Markus Hurek y muestra el collar regalado a Igor Levit hace unos años, con una original representación de la Estrella de David.

"Mendelssohn - Canción sin palabras" se publica hoy en formato digital a través de Sony Classical.

Contenido del Set:

FELIX MENDELSSOHN

Lieder ohne Worte (Songs without Words)

1             Op. 19: No. 1 en mi mayor (Andante con moto), MWV U 86

2             Op. 19: No. 2 en la menor (Andante espressivo), MWV U 80

3             Op. 19: No. 4 en la mayor (Moderato), MWV U 73

4             Op. 19: No. 6 en sol menor (Andante sostenuto), MWV U 78 'Venetianisches Gondellied'.

5             Op. 30: No. 1 en mi bemol mayor (Andante espressivo), MWV U 103

6             Op. 30: No. 3 en mi mayor, (Adagio non troppo), MWV U 104

7             Op. 30: No. 6 en fa sostenido menor (Allegretto tranquillo), MWV U 110, "Venetianisches Gondellied"

8             Op. 38: No. 2 en do menor (Allegro non troppo), MWV U 115 

9             Op. 38: No. 6 en la bemol mayor (Andante con moto), MWV U 119 "Duetto"

10          Op. 53: No. 4 en fa mayor (Adagio), MWV U 114

11          Op. 53: No. 5 en la menor (Allegro con fuoco), MWV U 153 "Volkslied

12          Op. 62: No. 3 en mi menor (Andante maestoso), MWV U 117 'Trauermarsch'

13          Op. 62: No. 5 en la menor (Andante con moto), MWV U 151 "Venetianisches Gondellied

14          Op. Posth. 102: No. 1 en mi menor (Andante un poco agitato), MWV U 162

CHARLES-VALENTIN ALKAN

15          25 Préludes, Op.31: No. 8 La chanson de la folle au bord de la mer