#ty for collaborating w me!!

[ice-knife]

[ID: a digital drawing of Felix (he/him), a white vampire, sitting cross-legged and playing an acoustic guitar. He has long wavy brown hair worn loose, pointy ears, a large Roman nose, a short beard and mustache, and one fang poking out as he sings, smiling. He is looking down at his hand as he plays guitar. He is wearing a purplish red sweater over a white button/down shirt (with the sleeves rolled up close to his elbows), dark-wash jeans with the ankles cuffed, and teal socks with purple hearts. He also has dark red painted nails, and is wearing jewelry, including a hoop earring and a variety of rings with red, green, and purple gemstones. Next to him is a speech bubble with blue music notes and hearts. The lighting gives the impression of soft sunlight shining on him through a window off to the right. /end ID]

kel @jupiterplanetpower and i collaborated on a piece (I did the sketch and they did the lines and colour) and i’m really in love with the final result!! 🥰

[sukunasbow]

eternal sunshine.

pairings: lewis hamilton x fem!singer!reader x ex!carlos sainz.

warnings: mentions of cheating, carlos slander, and inspired by ‘eternal sunshine - ariana grande.’

in which you collaborate with your friend and release a song about your ex while simultaneously revealing your new relationship.

yourusername 📍 los angeles

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yourusername just motivation to get back into the studio ig 🍷

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landonorris one positive to this situation, we get new music ����

yourusername 🫡

user7 lando norris is the one and only y/n fanboy

user34 lando!! run that man off the track for us pls!

arianagrande love you girl!! 🤍

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lewishamilton can’t wait to listen to the new music!

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user12 shooting his shot now that carlos is out of the picture LMFAOO

user8 lewis save y/n from carlos pls 🙏

user9 y/n l/n x XNDA

user72 HE FUMBLED BAE!!

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user63 guys she liked this 😭 that means he for sure cheated, they weren’t already broken up??!

user2 he’s so icky

user21 ARI X Y/N COLLAB???

user38 yesss y/n was listed on the track list for ariana’s new album as a feature on one of the songs

user75 AHHH I CANT WAIT

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yourusername eternal sunshine by my bestie ari featuring me is out now and available to stream on all platforms ☀️ so grateful that ari wanted me to be on this diamond of a song, it means so much to the both of us!

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arianagrande omg i love you! thank you for joining me on this song, hopefully we can collaborate again soon!

yourusername yes ofc 😭🫶🏻

charles_leclerc love the song ❤️

yourusername ty cha!! i miss you!

user7 omg cuties 🥹

user92 ohhh ik charles has beef w carlos rn 🫡

landonorris stream the song guys

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user53 yesss promote her iktr 😝

lewishamilton amazing song 🩶

yourusername ty lew 😊

user12 LEWWWW? omg adorable

user38 lewis is about to steal carlos’ girl 🫣

user9 yea she’s not carlos’ girl…womp..he’s a lame cheater

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user24 NOT HER LIKING YOUR REPLY LMFAOOO SHADY I LOVE HER

billieeilish be mine

yourusername ily.

billieeilish we’re collabing next

user67 BILLIE?

sabrinacarpenter hot girl activities.

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chappellroan beautiful girl! love the song!

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user95 Y/N…THE LYRICS ARE CRAZY

user11 did ariana write the song or y/n??

user89 pretty sure ariana wrote most of it but y/n mentioned she was doing some of the writing as well…sooo maybe 👀

lizgillz love ya both!

yourusername love you more xx

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton met gala 2024 🩶

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yourusername 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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user12 OMG?? Y/N?? LEWIS??

user7 so happy for both of them 😭 she deserves better than the way carlos treated her

user11 AHHH FREAKING OUT RN

user0 not her being a grid hopper, i see why carlos left her 💀

user93 ummm stfu you flop 😟! he cheated on her and she left him….booooo 🍅🍅 you suck

landonorris better be treating her well 😁

lewishamilton of course 😊

user94 HELPPP

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yourusername i found a good boy and he’s on my side 🫶🏻

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charles_leclerc so happy for both of you ❤️

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alexandrasaintmleux love you. you deserve nothing but the best. 😽

yourusername love you alex 🥹

lewishamilton i love you so much my gorgeous girl

yourusername love you more xx

user39 SO CUTE

[phyrestartr]

Heyyy I'm not sure if you take requests but I have an idea-

Reincarnated! Husband sukuna x Dead spouse (husband) Male Reader: this one is kind of like sukuna fucks up a lot, I think this can work out as an omegaverse? He cheats, fucks around, or doesn't even give af about m reader who is his fated pair, but then m! reader died and since they were mated he's like “shit I can't live without him” so he tries to be good to him the next life and they have happy family the end.

Replay (This Time I'll Get It Right) | Sukuna x Male!Reader (Part 1 of 2)

W/C: 1.6k #alpha!sukuna, omega!reader, mentions of suicide, mentions of murder, ABO dynamics, mentions of stalking, mentions of toxic exes, sukuna sucks, sukuna sucks less eventually, reincarnation, next lives, angst, drama, hurt/comfort, toxic relationships, infidelity/cheating

NOTE: Thank you for your patience!! It's still not quite done, but I wanted to post the first part up while i think of the rest of the story (got a vague idea of how it'll go, so should come out soon). Ty for the req!

tags: @kamote-kuneho @prettorett @memedealer-exe @tr4nniez @better-imagination-9 @flowersatwork @memedealer-exe @silvern1006

♪ Here With Me - d4vd

♪ Watch the sunrise along the coast

As we’re both getting old ♪

Sukuna puffed on a cigarette, staring out at the city lights. You always liked coming here, to this little cliff hanging above the city–especially when you were stuck on lyrics or tabs of whatever song you were working on. This hillside spot was cheesy and stupid, but you loved the way it felt like an old-school chick flick when you drove up here in your beater.

In this spot, Sukuna realized you had an old soul, one that basked in the simple, mundane things like stargazing and city-watching. It was a step away from feeding pigeons in the park, your producer decided. The way that made you laugh still sent his heart on a wild chase. That, too, was the first moment he realized he wanted you more than just a collaborator. 

And, maybe, if he had pushed aside the partying, the drugs, the women, he might’ve bothered checking his phone. He might’ve been able to apologize for wrongs done and words said, to get back on the right track. He might've not found out about you on the news. Maybe he could have given you everything you wanted–

But he couldn’t. Not anymore. 

♪ I can’t describe what I’m feeling

And all I know is we’re going home ♪

Even after locking you down and starting on that stupid journey to start a family, his spirit still yearned to wander free. 

So it did. 

Primal wants controlled him. He allowed them to steer him away from the safety of your touch and into the gnashing jaws of excitement, of danger. All because the two of you were starting to make it–you were starting to leave your mark on this world, and Sukuna let the fame and greed get to him. 

But how could he not jump at the chance to fuck the famous and infamous? How could he stay faithful to just you, a smalltown boy, when big city celebrities reached out to him, pulling him into big deals and bigger beds? How could he–

His phone blitzed to life again, ringing in the hollow quiet of a too-expensive car. The call went to voicemail, leaving him in the pits of Tartarus again, drowning in the frigid rain beating against his car windows like a million bullets trying to seek the death penalty.

Did angels do that? Take revenge for their own kind? He’d understand it. Jin, an angel in his own right, exiled his Luciferian twin from the celestial plane, barring him from what was left of that tiny spark of love and hope he called “family.” 

♪ So please don’t let me go, oh

Don’t let me go ♪

His phone rang again. He remembered picking it up once upon a time, listening to your shaky voice as you told him the worst and best news he’d ever heard in his entire existence: “I’m pregnant.” 

Sukuna didn’t know what true fear and excitement were until that moment. You laughed through waterworks, lifted by Sukuna’s uncontrolled motor-mouthing and celebrating as he hooted and hollered on the other line. The women your husband was with gave him weird looks, but he didn’t care–you were pregnant. You were going to–

You were going to have his kid. His pup. A shared little joy, a spark of hope for the future. And then–then someone took that away. 

The sorry waste of life, the obsessive ex you vehemently feared, left behind a note for whomever found the tragedy: “I'll take care of them from now on.”

Sukuna knew there had to be more to it, there had to be more of an explanation, but the media wasn't interested; they only wanted to use and abuse your name and face for articles and news reports, not to reminisce on you nor the woe of a murder-suicide.

How come no one cared? Why did no one fucking care?

♪ Save your tears, it’ll be okay

All I know is you’re here with me ♪

He snapped. Sukuna kicked the dashboard. His boot cracked against the console again and again and again until your siren song died in a quick fit of static. He crashed his heel into the broken screen a dozen more times, each impact punching shout after shout out of his tight throat as the weight of the fucking sky collapsed on him. He wasn’t Atlas. He couldn’t hold it up. He never could, not by himself.

Sukuna heaved in breaths. His stomach swirled and churned with nausea. He held his head and leaned back, screaming into the thunder that shook the world with a vital roar, hiding heartbroken howls.

Why? Why? Why? 

“Deep breaths, Sukuna,” your voice cooed. It came from the darkness, from the forgotten corners of his mind. Why were–ah, right. He’d been here before, overcome with agony and grief. Unable to breathe, unable to cope, unable to exist.  

He followed your instructions. 

“In. Out. In. Out.”

In. Out. In. Out.

The phone rang again. Sukuna answered. He hoped whoever it was would tell him this was all just a bad joke. A bad dream. It wasn’t real. 

“Finally,” Wasuke sighed on the other end of the line. “Kid, where the fuck are you?”

Sukuna stared up at the roof of the car. Words smeared and oozed like molasses in his mind. He couldn’t understand the words he knew he could understand. 

“Sukuna.” 

“What the fuck do I do?” Sukuna asked. His voice quivered. Chipped and cracked.

His father fell quiet. But he was wise. So fucking wise and so good at everything that came with life and death, morality and love. 

“Become a better man,” he said, like it was so simple. 

Sukuna scoffed. “H-How the fuck–”

“Quiet, kid.” Wasuke sighed. “That boy loved you. He had faith in you as a partner and a father. Remember that. Honour that, and become the man he knew you could be.”

Sukuna didn’t know his heart could break more, but it did. 

He sobbed. To his father, to himself, to you, to that unborn joy, to whatever fuckhead created life and love in the first place. He cried for forgiveness, for a second shot. 

“I’ll try,” Sukuna bit out. “I’ll try.” 

–

♪ I wish I could live through every memory again

Just one more time before we float off in the wind ♪

Sukuna woke up to that song. It was the same one that played in his nightmares, the same one that robbed him of sleep until he lost his mind and–and–

“What the fuck happened?” Sukuna croaked to whatever singing nymph fluttered around him. 

The damn song stopped, leaving Sukuna in just a second of tumultuous silence. 

Beep. Beep. Beep. 

The rhythmic chirping of some machine–a heart monitor, maybe? A metronome?--kicked up into double time, jamming an ice pick into his skull further and further with every hellish second that passed by. He could almost hear the radio static, the warp of a ballad calling to him. And it wouldn't stop. It wouldn't stop. Why wouldn't it stop? Why? Why? Why?

“Hey,” your voice cooed. Your hand rested atop of Sukuna's and squeezed. “Can you hear me?” 

Sukuna cracked a tired eye open to look up at you; you were perfect. God-given. A blessing he needed to see right now with your gentle eyes and kind smile, the gentle scent of lavender and vanilla cutting through the disgusting sterility of the room. 

“Can hear you,” Sukuna rasped. His hand tried to turn to hold yours, and you helped by slipping your palm into his. His heart rate slowed with the rhythm of the machine. 

You nodded and covered your clasped hands with your other one. “Good. You probably don't remember, but you were in an accident. A car side-swiped you when you were on your motorcycle.”

“No shit.” 

“Yes shit. But you're alright. Would recommend wearing a helmet from now on.” You pat his hand before slipping both of yours free. “I'll call the doctor and your family. They'll be glad to know you're awake, Itadori-san.” 

He wanted to ask you to stay. He didn't want you to go, not right then, maybe not at all. 

But you flashed him another comforting smile and slipped out of the room before he could object.

–

His father came by. Jin and his son, too. Uraume and Yorozu scolded him for not wearing a helmet. The ragtag group of hooligans he unfortunately associated with (just for the sake of going to their fancy-ass parties, he reasoned) came and went, too; Gojo gave him headaches, Getou made it worse, Ieiri wasn’t so bad.

Then there was you. You were always humming some sort of tune, whether it be the song from his nightmares or something he'd never heard before. Sukuna liked it, the sound of your voice, but you'd always clam up the second you realized someone might hear. 

It led him to pretend to be asleep far too many times during his recovery. Your songs eased his wildfire spirit, let it simmer down and curl up comfortably in a ring of stones to keep those near safe and warm without the fear of being burned alive. Hell, they could probably even make some s’mores if they wanted. 

Eventually, though, Sukuna wanted to know more. And what better person to ask than the burgeoning med student herself?

“Oh, [Name]?” Ieiri asked, sitting beside Sukuna’s bed and looking over the machines connected to Sukuna with rapt attention. “He’s a new-ish nurse from what I get. Pretty cute, huh? Apparently passed his exams no problem and–” 

Sukuna rolled his eyes. “If you don’t know relevant shit then just–”

“He’s single. Omega. Likes men. Kinda older than us. Gojo and Getou got rejected already.” 

That shut Sukuna up. 

[cousindupree56]

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A new collaboration w/ Mde @sometimess-maybee

Her lovely gift to me…my edit here Ty m’dear!

[minji412]

update on the ace markey playlist!

still currently updating with most of the suggestions and out own stuff:))) here's the playlist!!!

ty @shrinkydinkydo for collaborating w me!!! pls give me suggestions and dm me if u want to collab on the playlist!!!

[thebayclans]

HI i have a question abt the bay clans which I hope is ok to ask here instead of ur main blog?? I figured here is prob safe since it's the one specifically for the bay clans but uh yeah anyways:

Would it be ok to make fan OCs in the bay clans? They wouldn't have to be canon ofc– it's just that I'm already so obsessed w the clan structure and lore and environment and everything, and character ideas keep swimming around in my brain uninvited 😅 like seriously I get so excited at creative worldbuilding and everything about your art and writing is like,, Instant Cure For Art Block

And I'd totally understand if not! Or if there were very strict rules in place, or whatever. Your own OCs and universes are a very valid thing to be protective of :] in which case I will fuel all my art energy into fanart 👀 (which I will probably end up doing either way lol)

that's all, ty for putting up w my rambling, i love your work ok bye!!!

Yes of course that would be so cool! I am definitely not that protective of my work I think art is most fun when it’s collaborative. Unfortunately due to adhd demons I haven’t even covered the full extent of clan culture, so there’s some things that would be a cool basis for ocs that I haven’t given a lot of info on yet (such as Iceclan’s role as stewards of the dead and funeral processions, Stoneclan’s use of fire and tools, etc). But yeah I’m flattered that what I’ve got so far inspired you I encourage ocs. Only rule is you tag me so I can see them :]

[dailyaventurinedoodles]

HSR Magma!!! Come Draw W Me!

Keep things sfw and draw small! Ty!!

[moonlightazriel]

Forget me Not /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: They loved each other more than words could describe, but they were star-crossed lovers and their fate was doomed, especially when their worst nightmare came true. But is their love strong enough to survive this nightmare and can their souls one day be truly united?

Warnings: Smut, torture and death!

Word Count: 3,5K

Notes: The collaboration no one asked for but everyone needed ahahahaahahah Happy to introduce the first part of the fic @fieldofdaisiies and I wrote together. She's an amazing writer and making this fic with her is an honor. Love u baby and thanks for doing this with me, our baby was finally born.

Read part 2 here

His soft lips touched the hot skin of her collarbone, kissing as his hands gently unlaced her plain dress, she held his hair, her lips parted as soft gasps left her, her breath uneven as his cold fingers brushed down her spine. 

The space was limited and he was entirely pressed against her, his member touching her clothed core, she moved, trying to get some friction between them, to soothe the aching sensation on the apex of her thighs. 

“Where is the prince?” The feminine voice outside, too close, alerted her, she gently pushed him away, his eyelids half closed as he lost himself in her. 

“They are searching for you.” She whispered and he sighed, rolling his eyes.

“I’m so sorry my beloved, I must go now.” She nodded, avoiding his eyes, she hated when he had to leave. His index finger lifted her chin, and he kissed her again, his breath tasted like mint. “I love you dearly.” 

“I love you too, my prince.” He turned around, opening the door, and leaving her there. She closed her dress, used to this now, and waited a few minutes before leaving the tiny room to  tend to her obligations.

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“Have you heard?” She turned her head to see the blonde servant by her side gossiping with a friend, she turned back to the potatoes she was peeling for the royal family supper. “The royal family is hosting a ball in a week so Prince Azriel chooses his bride.” 

Her eyes went wide but she kept quiet, the knife sliding from her shaking finger and cutting her palm, she cursed under her breath and dropped everything, rushing to the healer's wing. She mumbled a couple of words to explain what happened as the healer started to clean and stitch the wound. 

“Be careful with that, or the stitches might rip and it will scar.” The healer said, dismissing her. 

She wandered around the castle, heading back to the kitchen to finish and then serve the meal. The queen was near the kitchen, talking with the chef about the ball, and how she wanted everything to be done. She was a terrifying person, the kind of person that truly enjoyed another’s suffering.

“Your majesty.” She bowed as she passed, the woman not even acknowledging her as she did so, thankfully she didn’t see Y/N shaking with fear. 

The only truly born with good in their heart was Azriel, the younger prince, her Azriel, the man she decided to give everything she was, the man she would love forever, even if they could never be together outside tiny rooms and late hours at night. Her heart ached with the thought that he would have to get married, she wanted to run away with him, to a land where he being a prince and she being a servant didn’t matter, all that counted was that they loved each other.

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“What happened to your hand, my love?” Azriel asked, seeing the stitches tying her skin back together, the skin around it was red and swollen.

“Just an accident working in the kitchen today.” she said, not quite looking at him, she had been avoiding his eyes ever since he sneaked up to her modest chambers in the servant’s wing, thankfully the castle was big enough to accommodate all the servants without the need of sharing rooms with others, so they had the privacy of her chambers to meet every night. 

“What happened?” His hand brushed her cheek, his index finger lifting her chin so she would look at him, her eyes were shining with unshed tears. “Don’t cry darling, talk to me.” He begged, his thumb wiping the stubborn tear that rolled down her cheek. 

“How much time do we have left?” she asked, her tongue licking the salty tears from her pink plush lips. 

“I can stay the whole night my dear.” She stepped backward, her hands held his, removing them from her face, she sat on the edge of the bed. 

“That is not what i meant.” He looked at her confused, eyebrows furrowed. “How long do we have until you’re married?” His throat went dry, his father had spoken to him that morning, saying that he needed to marry a princess soon to strengthen their alliances. His mind had been scheming ever since, plans to run away with her, he didn’t want to get married to a complete stranger, he wanted to be able to make Y/N his wife, have her carrying his children, being by his side forever. 

“I don’t want to get married, to anyone but you. And I don’t care  what my father says, let’s go, somewhere far away from here.” She blinked, the tears still wetting her pretty face. “Come with me, we deserve to be happy.” He kneeled in front of her. “Let’s start again in a new land, marry me Y/N Y/L. That’s all I want.” 

“Are you serious?” He nodded. “I want that so much that it hurts.” She threw herself into his arms, inhaling the smell of the fancy soap he used. He pulled her closer, hands roaming down her back, he started to kiss her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses along her collarbone. “Make me yours one more time.” She breathed against his hair and he got up, lying her gently on the mattress. 

His hands were agile as he unlaced the front of her white nightgown, her skin smelled like roses, one of the few things the king made sure of was the servants always smelled great, so they provided scented soaps and perfumes for them. The thin fabric was soon discarded by the side of her bed, alongside his clothes.

He kissed her warm skin until he reached her breasts, one of them was cupped in his hand, the nipple trapped between his thumb and index finger, he pressed it, making her softly moan at the sensation, the other he kissed and circulated the nipple with his tongue, moving it up and down, she arched her back, and tried to rub her core against the knee he had in between her legs. 

She was desperate for any type of relief, she pressed her lips together as his tongue left her breasts and he started to lick down her belly, his right hand spread her legs open his finger spreading the wetness there, rubbing a circle to the bundle of nerves there, making her jump slightly, she wasn’t able to control the moan that left her lips as his warm tongue reached where she wanted him, he drew circles with his tongue, earning more breathy moans from her, her hands grabbed the prince’s inky black hair, involuntarily pressing his face against her. 

He was hungry for her, had been ever since he met her, so his tongue licked her like he was a starved man, he loved to hear her ragged breath, loved how she couldn’t control her body, neither the little whimpers that came from her mouth the closer she got to her orgasm. She squirmed underneath him, he grabbed her waist, pressing her down onto the bed, stopping all the movement as she went through her orgasm, he could feel her body spasm as he overstimulated her.

She pulled his hair, forcing him to stop, his chin was glistening with her juices, the sight of him like this almost making her cum again. He laid on top of her again, kissing her deeply, making her taste herself on his tongue. He adjusted himself to her slick entry, easily sliding inside her, all the way, their breaths in synchrony as he started to move, a slow pace as her walls were still sensitive from moments before. 

Just when she started to move her own hips, wanting more, he started to move faster, their bodies covered in sweat, as he made love to her, he was getting closer and closer to his own release, the bedframe hit the stone wall, while the sound of skin slapping skin filled the whole room, she moaned, encouraging him to go faster. His dream was to be free to make her scream his name, she never did, afraid that this would get them both in trouble, so for now he was okay with her screaming nonsense in the air. 

He moaned against her neck as he released himself inside her, feeling her walls clench around him as she had her second release right after him. He got out of her, collapsing by her side, pulling her closer, her head rested on his chest, hearing the soft sound of his heartbeats when he spoke again.

“Give me a few days, and we will be far away from here. My love for you is bigger than the universe.” She looked at him.

“The universe?” He looked at her, her hair was glued to her forehead and her cheeks were red from the effort.

“Yes, this earth is not big enough to measure how much I love you.” He saw her eyes filling with tears once more that night. 

“I love you Azriel, with all I am.” She kissed his chest, feeling the sleep wash over her body, making her close her eyes, a smile on her lips as she fell asleep with him still holding her close. 

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“AGAIN?” The woman yelled, pacing around the room, her fingers were shaking with rage, that damned bastard, he wouldn’t stop until he ruined his family’s name. It wasn’t enough that the King had the nerve to make his mistress’ baby a prince, the boy was trying his best to ruin everything. 

“What should we do, mother?” Marvin, the oldest asked, he had a couple of ideas in mind, what he could do to that bastard. 

“Since the little princeling won’t learn, maybe that whore will, do whatever you want to her.” She said, dismissing her sons, her blood boiled inside her veins, she needed to get rid of him. 

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Meet me in my chambers tonight.- Azriel

She read the note he slipped into her pocket again, his fancy handwriting, it wasn’t often that she got to go to his private room, always choosing to meet in her’s or in a more secluded place, but she dismissed the weird feeling in her belly and how heavy her chest felt.

She rubbed the soap on her skin one more time, scrubbing it until it was pink from the pressure, she always wanted to look her best to him, so she brushed her hair and dressed in her best dress, a green one, with a square neckline, it wasn’t much since the servants didn’t make enough to afford luxury dresses but it was the prettiest one she owned. 

She walked in the dark, only the moonlight illuminating the way to his chambers, she took a deep breath, fixing her dress before she knocked on his door, but the knock never happened as someone held her from behind, pressing their large hand over her mouth, her whole body went still, she was in panic, not thinking straight, so she didn’t resist as they took her through the holloways and down the stairs, to one of the cells in the basement.

Everything smelled like dust, and the temperature dropped significantly as they tied her to a chair, her mind raced as she tried to distinguish the two hooded figures, one of the males was taller than the other, and the one on the left was holding a torch.

“Please, let me out.” She cried, the fat tears streamed down her face, she was shaking in fear. The taller male approached, removing his hood, she gasped in surprise when Prince Marvin stood in front of her.

“Don’t cry princess.” He said, his voice laced with disgust as he rubbed her cheek harshly, wiping the tears from her face. “It will be quick, for us.” He smirked, the devilish smile on his face made her body go limp, she would die and there was nothing she could do.

The second man, Prince Elijah, approached, unlacing the rope from around her wrists and forcing her arms forward, he made her sit on her knees, with her hands extended to him, he slowly undressed her, leaving her bare in front of them, claiming that a nice dress like that shouldn’t be ruined by a whore like her. 

Her mind was numb, to the point that she wasn’t even registering the pain in her back as Marvin used all his strength to whip her back, the warm blood was everything she was feeling, even the tears had stopped as she accepted her fate, not able to fight back for her life, she closed her eyes, thinking about him.

Her skin was torn apart, big cuts on top of each other, and the cold breeze stung, making her whole naked body shiver. Elijah approached her, dropping a liquid in her hands, the smell of alcohol filled her senses and she started to panic again.

They were going to burn her, alive. She started to move her head, looking desperate when she heard the two men laugh, they were evil, sadists, they were having fun with her being tortured. 

“That is what you get…” Marvin said, lighting a match, and holding it close to her hands. “For thinking you’re good enough to lay your filthy hands on royalty.” And he dropped the match.

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The music from the orchestra was nice, the melody traveled through the room, capturing the hearts of those who listened to it, she moved her feet, soothing the urge to dance, to join those on the dancefloor, she held the tray filled with fancy drinks as she walked around the room, people would pick drinks without even looking at the small woman serving them, yet she felt observed, a pair of hazel eyes watched her all night long, Prince Azriel was the youngest son of the King, she blushed under his attentive gaze. 

Some flashes of reality mixed with the dream she was stuck on, she could hear people calling her name, things falling, but the music, the melody from the day she met him called her attention, snatching her back to the dreamland, where she revived all those moments by his side, where she loved him and he loved her back, with all the intensity of their love. 

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“What happened?” He demanded again, frustratedly running his fingers through his hair.

“We found her like this in the gardens.” One of the servants said, avoiding the Prince’s gaze, he was almost crying as he saw her, her forehead covered in sweat, her hands, her beautiful hands, burned, the skin had fallen in some points, and in other parts it was like the skin angrily patched itself together, in a way to remind her what she went through. Her back was also destroyed, he was disgusted with the cruelty, the servants did the best they could.

She was supposed to meet him two days ago, and he also hadn’t seen her around the castle anymore, when he went to her chambers he found her lying there, destroyed. He had a gut feeling telling him that it was all his fault if it wasn’t for him, she wouldn’t be like this now, so he didn’t care anymore, he stood by her side all day, missing all of his obligations, she was the only thing that mattered to him. They were able to manage her fever, but she hadn’t awake yet, and he got more worried as the days passed, he couldn’t lose her, he wouldn’t survive. 

She only woke up two weeks later, everything was painful, she adjusted her eyes to the sunlight that entered from her window, her whole body was in pain, she looked down, at her hands, remembering how they glowed as the flames burned her skin, she couldn’t stop the disgusted scream that ripped through her lips, she looked awful. The tears came, making her eyes burn, the door was open and someone got in.

“Hey love, it’s me.” Azriel spoke, holding her face. “Breath, please.” He asked and she did as he asked, taking her time to calm down, she could see him now, his worried and tired eyes, like he haven’t been sleeping properly in days. “You’re awake.” He said, she lifted her hands, just to quickly lower them back to their original position, she couldn’t touch him, he must think she looked like a monster now. 

“What are you doing here, they will catch you.” She said, what would his family do to him?

“They know i’m here, they cannot make me leave.” He slowly pulled her in for a hug. “I thought i had lost you.” He went to kiss her but she turned her head to the side.

“Thank you for taking care of me Prince Azriel.” He rose an eyebrow, looking confused. “But you can’t stop pretending now.”

“What are you talking about?” 

“I know you find me disgusting, I look horrible, deformed.” She looked at her hands, feeling the urge to cry again.

“You look just as beautiful as the first time I saw you, scarred or not, nothing can change that.” He rested his forehead against hers. “Everything is ready if you still want to run away with me.” 

“Really?” She looked at him, hope shining in her big eyes. 

“We can go tomorrow night.” She nodded, inclining her head until she connected their lips, he smiled as they parted. “We’re going after our happiness, my love.” 

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With the care they have given to her, the skin on her back had closed, leaving ugly scars behind, her hands were healing still, it was painful to move but at least she could still close her fingers, for a miracle the mobility was still there. Her colleagues helped her bath and dress, the wagon Azriel had paid to take them out of the castle was ready with a few things and a lot of money from his personal business. 

“Thank you all for helping me, I'm forever in debt with all of you.” She thanked the females in her room, they carefully hugged her, wishing her a better life. Azriel was waiting for her in the wagon, a smile across his lips as they climbed in, they were going to the nearest port, get a ship to the other side of the country, and never be bothered again by his family, he asked if she remembered who had harmed her but she pretended to have forgotten if he went after justice who knows what they could do to him. 

The wagon suddenly got to a stop, and Azriel swallowed dryly, someone yelled outside, and the two tensed. The door was yanked open, and Marvin was on the other side, a sword pointed to them, Azriel looked at him.

“Get out.” He demanded. “NOW!” They did as they were told, the memories of what happened in that cell made her dizzy, and the tears gathered in the corner of her eyes once more. 

“What is this Marvin?” The man didn’t answer, still making them walk to the front of the wagon where guards stood, Elijah was there too, mounted on a horse, and in the middle was the Queen, an evil smirk as she looked them up and down. 

“You dumb whore.” She said bitterly. “What my sons did wasn’t enough to stop you, greedy bitch?” Azriel looked at his brothers and then at the scars on the hands of his lover, realization washed over him and he turned around, his fist connecting with Marvin’s cheek, making his head fly in the other direction, giving him enough time for Azriel to  grab Y/N and try to rush. “Not so fast.” 

More guards appeared from behind the wagon, pointing their swords at the couple. 

“I’m fucking tired of dealing with you, you bastard. It’s a shame that Prince Azriel was killed during a robbery. So sad.” She laughed, waving her hand in the air, the woosh was quick, but Y/N was quicker, her body protecting Azriel as the arrow pierced her heart, she choked on blood and Azriel screamed in agony.

“Please, please love, stay with me. I won't survive without you.” He said, she lifted her hand, the scarred skin caressing his cheek one more time, her eyes widened with terror and Azriel felt someone grabbing his hair, and the cold blade on his neck.

“I love you, My prince.” She breathed. He looked down, not caring about the sharp blade on his neck, the blood was already pouring from the wound.

“I love you and i will find you, in another life. We will have the happiness we deserve. Promise me you will wait for me.” She smiled, her teeth stained red from the blood.

“I-i-i p-pro-prom..” She didn’t have the time to finish, as her head fell limply in his lap, the smile still adorning her beautiful face as he watched her die. The tears fell from his eyes, and he closed them, seeing her one last time, she would be waiting for him, and he wouldn’t stop searching for her. Marvin moved the sword, slitting his throat open, his body fell, with her still on top of him. In his last breath he knew he would see her again.

[ooooshetriesss]

ASTROLOGY RELATED!

If you LOVE astrology … u MIGHT want this intel:info for science purposes…

Positive sides of Pluto/moon +Pluto/venus in Scorpio in synastry..

I recently found out my Rope Top not only has moon+pluto conjunct in his natal (scorpio)

But it’s ALSO conjunct MY Pluto/venus conjunction …

And well yeah..that explains…. A lot..💀

I think this is even more fascinating cause, we tie platonically..and despite HIM having a lot of experience w/rope & myself havin little prior to us meeting/tying… not only did we move pretty fast into tying/suspension..NOT because we were rushing; but I’ll never forget him saying “idk what it is.. but the min I got u in rope & saw how u reacted… I knew i could trust u to trust ur body.”

We DEFINITELY share a crazy telepathic connection in rope.

We never plan out anything & yet we end up always pulling these INCREDIBLE collaborations.. he’s always telling me how meaningful our tying is to him; so I know it’s a reciprocal feeling.

But the most interesting thing I wanna mention that I’ve noticed in this … is HOW *healing* tying with him is & just being in his presence generally is.

Specially towards the end… I’ll come down from the ropes, he’ll drag me into his chest & lay there on the floor as we both just kinda merge.. it’s the deep INTENSE physical contact I’ve ALWAYS wanted…

But by someone who 1) respects me, 2) respects my boundaries & 3) I’m at a point in my life where I realize u can want to be grabbed hard…. DEEPLY & STILL not want to be emotionally hurt… I’m honoring those things about myself. Ive gone thru A LOT of trauma in my life, but am at a point where im choosing to bloom from those years of torrential downpour, rather then drowning in it…

He’s someone whose done insane amounts of work to integrate his shadow aspects positively (a journey I’m on atm myself)

A HUGE time of transformation for me…

(My Scorpio conjunction in my chart 11H is also aspected by my 8H moon in cancer … which is conjunct my Chiron & Jupiter..)

The more I learn about astrology… the more it absolutely blows my mind.

[cxsmic30]

full madeline angst fic, enjoy :) *ty to @pdsnph for collaborating w me on this!*

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Hours had passed before Madeline made a move to leave the rotting house. The fire had long ago stopped burning, and she just sat there. 

Cold. 

Alone. 

Furious. The longer she sat there the more angry she got. 

“How dare she?” Madeline thought as she stood up to leave. 

“A fucking poem for some goddamn clarity.” she mumbled aloud as she reached the car.

She was in a trance-like state the whole drive into the city, the conversation playing over and over in her head. 

“Who you could have been.” 

“Your brother, you know what he would have been? A poet.”

“That was cruel. I apologize.”

“A stunt-” 

“Missus Usher?” She's pulled from the thought by some parking garage attendant.

“You are good to go through, ma'am.” He looks scared. If she wasn't desperate to get up to her house she might stay and taunt him a bit. Instead, she brushes him off with a quick “Yeah, thanks” and drives off to her designated spot and into the elevator.

She's so stuck in the conversation she half expects the elevator door to open up to a rotted house that really ought to be bulldozed. Ding. It opens to a pristine foyer and she's relieved. Immediately pulling off the layers that didn't do much to protect her from the cold of the house anyway. Making her way through the large house, she stops by the bar cart and pours a glass of some whiskey. It's no Henri IV but it will take the edge off and that's what she needs. It doesn’t hit her till she’s  in the elevator how truly exhausted she is. She had been tired before, but this was different. This tiredness went bone deep. She feels like she could sleep for years. 

She lets the whiskey warm her as she makes her way to her bedroom, basking in the silence the empty house offers. She enjoys it. When she was married, all her husbands wanted to do was talk. And fuck. She hated it, the small talk and the constant noise they made. She enjoyed being alone with her thoughts. She sets the glass on the vanity and moves to the bathroom. She feels dirty. Like somehow the dirt and grime of her childhood home had penetrated her clothes and stained her skin. She runs a hot shower letting the warmth of the water relax the tension in her aching muscles. She scrubs until smooth white skin is reddened. She runs her shampoo through her hair. 

“You're in pain. You're exhausted. Uncertain. Frightened.”

The memory washes over her like ice water. She had seen her. Just like she had all those years ago at the bar. She had seen that she was so hungry for power then and so scared of it now. She finishes her shower more tense than she had started it. And colder somehow despite the warmth. She forces the thought down as she moves toward the sink to brush her teeth. She comes up from rinsing, and swipes the condensation from the mirror.

“Some clarity.”

Madeline looked in the mirror, surveying the damage that time and lack of sleep have done to her face. It's not much. By all means and measures she's aged well. But sometimes she looks in the mirror and can see her younger self. So full of passion and drive. Of fury at an unjust world. If she looks closer she can still see the grief that made itself visible at such an early age. Sometimes she looks in the mirror and does not recognize the woman looking back at her.

“I know who you are,”

 “And were,”

“And who you could have been.”

“That's enough. Pull it together, you are Madeline FUCKING Usher. It was a long time ago. Get over it.”

she stuns herself with the audible admonishment. But she's right. Of course she is. Why go dwelling on the past and all its possibilities when she had done well for herself in this lifetime? Maybe because of the grief, maybe in spite of it. Does it really matter?

Madeline walks out of the bathroom and away from whatever version of herself was in the mirror tonight. Once she gets to the large closet across the room, she pulls on a deep purple silk nightgown. 

“You're one of my favorites.”

What did that even mean? One of? She had other favorites? She wasn't THE favorite? Why not? That also doesn't matter. Not now anyway. The only thing that mattered right now was getting into her bed and drifting far from today. Yes, sleep would fix her. She closed her eyes and waited for the dark to get heavy and drag her deeper into unconsciousness. She waited.

And waited. 

 And it echos off the fucking walls. 

“Who you could have been.” 

“Could have been.”

“They break my heart.”

“A collection of impeccable masks in orbit of a stunted heart.”

“A stunted heart.”

And she's back at the mirror. Well, almost. In one of the millions of drawers in her bathroom there's some ambien. A whole prescription from the last time she had a bad stretch of insomnia induced by nightmares. She hated it and refused to take it. She only even had it because she was almost incoherent one night at Rodericks house. He had been worried and insisted on calling his doctor. She wanted to kill him. She had taken it before, a long time ago around the time coincidentally of one of her husbands. But it was different then. Then she could wake up in a cold sweat and not be alone reeling from the nightmares it gave her.

The interesting thing about being COO of a pharmaceutical company is that Madeline hates prescription drugs. Mainly sleeping pills. Something about having no control over your consciousness makes her uneasy. But nevertheless she had them and it was either take the pills or not sleep and she was just so tired. 

She took one. She would deal with the nightmares later but for now she would get a few hours of sleep. And that's what she needed. 

Lying peacefully in her bed she drifted off to sleep.

Madeline wakes up in her childhood bedroom and is a bit confused. She wanders around for a bit and comes up to the window, where she sees the dirt, that empty casket. It is thundering outside.

“...Mom?” Madeline hears herself call out in a shaky voice that hasn't been her own in so long. She wants to go to her but she can't seem to move. It doesn't matter anyway because with the next flash of lighting her mother is just inches from her. Close enough to see the tears well up in her bright green eyes.

 “What is it, Madeline?” The contrast between how softly the question is asked and how frightening her mother looks makes her pause. 

“I don't know what to do.” It comes out softly. Like a child telling their parents they are scared of the monster in their closet. 

“About what?”

“Just… everything. I thought I knew what to do but I'm so unsure, and I'm so…afraid.”  

“Afraid of what, Maddie?” 

“I… I just wanted to protect us. To protect him. I tried, Mom, I really tried but I just couldn't and he's sick now and I just wanted to- I just wanted to protect him.” A tear falls freely and the flood gates open. The house shakes with the thunder as she shakes with her sobs.

“Oh Madeline, that always was your problem. You wanted and wanted, and you had to have more and look what you got from it. Your husband's all left you. You don't have any kids. No one to love you.” Madeline’s mother eyes her expensive night clothes. “You have all this fancy stuff, but you're all alone. Roddy, he's got family. People love him, but you?” She pokes Madeline’s chest, right above where her heart lies. The dirt covering her hands gets on Madeline’s silk shirt. “All you've got is this stunted heart…that can't love, or be loved." 

She hears the line echoed behind her and turns to find Roderick. Hurt by this betrayal after all she's done for him she doesn't have time to fire back some quick remark before she hears it again from the other side of the room. Verna stands behind her mother and soon it's a choir of all the people she's ever known repeating it. And it's so loud and she's so cold and she just wants it to stop. It's like her feet are stuck to the floor and she can't move past them. Her heartbeat sounds like thunder in her ears. Her tears fall like heavy raindrops.

“Please stop. I'm sorry. Please make it stop. Just make it stop. Please-” 

Madeline jolts upwards. She’s awake.

For a moment no noise can be heard in that room but her shaky breaths. She shivers, and for some reason it dawns on her how alone she is. She thinks for a bit: “Look at everything I own, look at this house, this massive bedroom. and yet, I still feel so cold.”

And then she starts to think about Roderick and her mother. She’s always liked him more than her. Nothing Madeline ever did could change that…and there they were, teaming up against her, taunting her, as they always really did. Their words echo in her mind, even though the dream has been long gone by now.

Masks….. A stunted heart…

Madeline sits with that. “A stunted heart…”

She can feel it getting harder to breathe, she can feel her vision getting blurry. “This is not happening..” She buries her head in her arms and breathes in deeply. She closes her eyes. She sees nothing but darkness, until a cold shiver runs through her. She imagines Verna. She imagines Verna turning towards her and smiling that smile, that wide toothy grin that always unnerved her.

“You see? I'm not the only one that thinks so.”

“Stop,” Madeline calls out weakly. This does not change Verna's demeanor. 

“Poor, poor Madeline.” she saunters towards her. “You were the daughter of a great man. A powerful man. You were an Usher. And look at you now.” she shakes her head, as if this was amusing to her. “Cold, alone, and broken.” Madeline can feel the tears start to fall.

Verna's face turns serious. “Although it’s always been like that, hasn’t it? You kept trying to distract yourself with money and other people’s admiration, when deep down you knew. You knew what you were. And you still know, don’t you?”

Madeline gasps for air. It doesn't help much. She can hear her own sobs at this point. She imagines what her mother would say.

“Coward. you’re a coward, Madeline.” 

This breaks any care she had before about showing her emotions this way. She screams out into the darkness. It’s an ugly sound, but it’s a real one. 

She covers her mouth, stunned, and stops for a second. She felt a soft touch on her shoulder.

“Oh, sweetie.” It’s Verna’s voice.

Madeline's eyes widen. She immediately tries to wipe her tears away as she moves away from the entity.

“I…..” Madeline turns to Verna. She has trouble looking directly into her eyes. Verna shakes her head ever so slightly, as if she is in awe about something. She says nothing.

And then…”I'm so sorry, Madeline.”

In one quick move, Madeline reaches for Verna, who immediately takes her and pulls her closer to her. Madeline lays her head on Verna's chest and lets the tears fall freely as Verna starts to stroke her hair.

Madeline feels something small and wet fall on her cheek. She hears a tiny, shaky breath above her.

“I'm so sorry,” Verna repeats. Madeline's shaky sobs continue until she feels something below her.

A rhythm. A heartbeat.

How did she…

“Madeline, try to focus on my heartbeat,” Verna whispers.

Madeline lets her eyes flutter shut as she just listens. She can feel herself calming down.

Her breathing evens out.

She can start to feel a light weight on her, the feeling that lets her know that she is tired. A flash of her mother appears in her mind. “I don’t...I don’t want to go back there,” Madeline confesses, her voice breaking a little.

Verna caresses Madeline's cheek with her thumb. “Shhh…it’s okay. I'm with you. Rest.”

The image of her mother fades away from her mind and it is replaced with a warm, fuzzy feeling. She can still hear those comforting whispers and feel those delicate touches as she slowly drifts….drifts….back into sleep. Back into the darkness.

[dojae-huh]

ive been getting into 127 recently again (was only into dream for a while then rediscovered my love for doyoung) and so have been catching up on their content from 2020-2021 until now and... am I crazy to notice that taeyong gets left out a lot by the members? he used to be my bias, and I remember he would get a lot of attention. Even when he was quiet/not really talked to you could still tell he was important to the group ~vibe~ going on and others would bring him into conversation, compliment him, etc. But with the stickers, 2 baddies, nct whole group content I've been watching, it seems like he gets ignored a lot. There's a cut after every sentence he says, seems likely because of lack of any reaction from 127. Even 95 line, whose friendship I liked the most in the group, seem fragmented w Johndo and yumark. Yuta is a bit of a lone wolf, but he gets a lot of attention/reaction in a way taeyong doesn't. and Doyoung sometimes, well, blabbers (love him for it), but gets a reaction and screen time because someone will tease him, and with TY its silence...! he only rlly seems to be apart of the group content when hes tom-and-jerry-ing with doyoung, and I wonder if that's why he brings him up constantly as a bridge to the rest of the group? he can always rely on doyoung for a reaction, meanwhile every other member is looking the other way. Did something happen that I missed? I'm really not a hater, the reason I noticed this is because he was my ultbias for a while, and I was mostly fixating on him when I re-entered their content.

I act similar with things I like and fandoms. I think at different periods in life one is attracted to different sources of entertainment, personalities and stories. And, of course, even the best things get boring with time as they stop being a source of new information/excitement, so a change is needed from time to time.

My memory fades as years pass, therefore I won't be able to answer you very well, I'm sorry. It's been awhile since I watched anything from that time except for the MVs.

There was a period of time when Taeyong distanced himself from the members. Let me check tags... I asked a similar question as you in May, 2020, so the period matches, OK.

The opinions of other fans I got. My follow up.

2020-2021 is also the covid time. There was the start of JohnDo issue, end of MarkDo issue, the end of TaeJae issue, some MarkHyuk troubles, TaeWoo was still rather distant. Some members moved out from the dorms. In general it was a transitional period, after which the unit came out finally united and strong.

In NCT 127 24hr relay cam from 2019, neos mentioned how they didn't have time to get to know each other very well because they had been running non-stop all those years. Mark was surprised that Johnny has a serious side to him, Mark and Yuta had a meal, only two of them, the first time. I think the reason members appeared much more cozy with each other in the previous years is because back then their main goal was to succeed, and they were young. Jaehyun is a good example of the change from very friendly to independantly stand offish. The 95 line is similar in that regard.

Taeyong is respected, there is gratitude towards him, but he is not super close to most members. There is a difference between having a friendship/comrade bond, knowing you will always support each other and root for each other, and clicking so well as to want to spend every free time hour together. Like, Johnny will take care of him, bring him cakes, or Tae will invite him to share the food Do cooked, but to see them doing anything together, just the two of them, is rare. Despite Tae basically hanging off of Johnny like a monkey during lives or in the van from time to time. JohnMark did something creatively in the past, for example, recorded a track and silly mini-movies, JohnHyuk go to the gym together sometimes. Tae collaborated with Seulgi, nags Doyoung to feature, but nothing with DJ Johnny Bee.

Yuta is closest to Jaehyun and now Mark. I think both Yuta and Tae have too many mental problems to be of help to each other.

Side note: I think this situation is perfectly normal, members of a group are randomply selected by a 3d party, not everyone among the chosen people would befriend each other without applied pressure of circumstances. With a group of introverts it is simply more evident. A group of extraverts hides this fact by being overtly very friendly and loud.

[twinkinspector]

AHEM, who is the best cook out of shinkameve I must know!

hello my dearly beloved!!! ty for asking hehe

the biggest thing about us is that p much everything we do is collaborative jdidiwjd we would be lost without one another

if i had to pick, i’d say shinsou is the best cook! he’s the best at prep and fundamentals like chopping things and most of the technical skills…… like if we need something mashed, we make shinsou do it lmao

BUT that’s not to say that kami and i are bad at cooking!! if shinsou’s not home, we can absolutely manage — it just might take longer

kami is really good at experimenting w flavors! shinsou will give us instructions / explain a recipe and kami usually adds something to spice it up either with toshi’s permission OR when he’s not looking :3

i’m just good at following directions hehe so i’m just the kitchen bitch BUT that’s fine with me!!

drop sfw OR nsfw questions, headcanons, or comments about my self-ships in my inbox!!

[yourmoonmomma]

https://www.tumblr.com/yourmoonmomma/757324475844935680/hihihii-its-p-sheher-ty-very-much-for-the

tysm for helping me out!! i had heard from others that i don’t necessarily need to get the rider waite deck to start w and honestly the cat tarot deck is one i really really like so i think i may go w that one :3 like everytime i get the option to choose a deck for a reading i always pick that lol! and thank u again for all the tips as well as the answers hehe,, can i also ask these about my first/future girlfriend :

is she older than me?

will she be a dom?

what will her first move on me be?

what will i like most about her during sex?

what will the early stages of our connection feel like?

-P she/her 🫶

You're very welcome! I say absolutely go with the cat tarot deck! My first deck was a cat tarot deck :3 So I might be a little biased LOL, but I say go for it!

Yes, yes.

Nine of Wisdom - She'll make her first move by asking you to celebrate something with her, or to come with her to a celebration (such as going as her date to a wedding, or coming to an office party with her).

Five of Wisdom - How eager she is to please or learn, or the way that she doesn't get upset when mistakes are made during sex.

Five of Strength - It'll feel like a... collaboration? Like you two are working together on something, could just be a coworker type connection, or at least the feeling of one.

[12thgirl]

hi! ty for replying. just curious i guess? i didn’t have any expected answers. we have some similar taste though! i love exo cbx and really like 127 as well. i’m not super familiar with shinee’s discography but they also have some tracks i really like!

(if you’re interested in cbx’s solo work, chen recently put out his japanese debut album polaris which is definitely worth a listen if you’re curious! it’s pretty musically diverse and different from his previous solo albums. his duet bloom with yang hee eun is beautiful too if you don’t mind something almost classical. bh currently has a lol collaboration going on and i’m not too sure what xiumin’s up to rn. i hope we get a comeback from cbx at some point, though I’m not sure if it’ll ever actually happen…. also, did you hear there’s an nct concert movie coming out?)

sorry for the cbx tangent and the long ask!

ok thank u for reminding me !! i didn’t get into polaris when it came out and i’ve kept meaning to go back I will def give it a listen and omg a cbx comeback would be idk genuinely insane… I will keep my small hopes tucked away but not gone like there’s something about that combination that scratches my brain just right

& I heard about the nct movie omg lolllll im really torn on if I should go see it for a laugh because i went when they had a seventeen one in theatres W my sister bc she’s a big fan hehe and it was honestly a cute experience

[lomactheory]

soft+tender • 🍷🍦

ty @richr0bbins + @jansen.b_ + @feltonkizer + @softandtenderseries for having me be apart of such an important conversation discussing black fatherhood .

alignment at its finest .

special thx - @sipmichaellavelle | @paletero_man87 | @sohofriends

( i hand made my green ‘obsidian puffer’ + @oxfordwes_ ‘black desire’ jacket earlier that day | the white balaclava collaboration w/ @chelseab128 + i made an appearance as well ✨😬 )

ig : sonlomac | crimeandkindness.co

🏠 : @sohohouse | @sohohousechicago

🧵 : @sonlomac | @houseofchelseab

📸 : @feltonkizer

#panel #blackfatherhood #recap

[starglitterz]

cynosure. (vi)

─── chapter 6 ~ fly to the moon

summary; you and xiao are genmates under the famed streamer company genshin impact. the chemistry between the two of you is undeniable, and your fanbases absolutely love your collaborations. but when you both start meeting up offline more and more, your connection starts to deepen past just harmless flirting and playful banter. with these real feelings starting to affect both your job and reputation online, how will you two react when your relationship becomes the internet’s cynosure?

a/n: twirls hair i have nothing to say except YAY I CAN FINALLY WRITE CYNOSURE AGAIN WAHHH IM SO EXCITED

warnings; descriptions of in-game violence, hate comments, not proofread </3

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this chapter is dedicated to sarah !! ilysm ty for supporting cynosure since the beginning and always screaming in reblogs in caps w the small font I LUV U <3 HUGS !!!!!!

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a cheerful grin paints itself across your cheeks as you glance at xiao, "that was so much fun!" looking up from his phone where he's been scrolling through twitter, he schools away his irritated expression from the awful hate comments, and instead smiles, "yeah, it looks like everyone really enjoyed it too." "i, for one, definitely did," you wink, "especially that time when we tried being on opposite teams and i distracted you with pick-up lines so i could shoot you." heat rises to xiao's cheeks and he pretends to cough, covering his face with his hands to hide his expression, "that was a fluke. never again."

you step closer, clasping your hands behind your back as you smirk at him, "it's funny though..." your proximity to xiao is maddening, and his gaze darts down to your lips for split second before returning to your eyes as you utter, "if you had flirted with me even once..." there's almost no space between you both when you lean in and whisper, your hot breath tickling his ear, "i'd have been a sitting duck for the rest of the stream." xiao freezes as you pull back with a playful laugh, and he thinks he is extremely close to spontaneously combusting. "y/n, you never fail to get me this flustered," xiao murmurs, prompting you to frown as you worry if you've offended him. thankfully, the next moment he lets out a warm chuckle, amber eyes meeting yours with mirth shining in them, "i wouldn't have it any other way."

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you're on the doorstep of xiao's house, waiting idly for your cab to arrive. xiao and you are chatting, your conversation ranging from everything under the sun without drying up even once. it's almost magical, really, how easily words flow between the two of you like an endless river. even xiao, who is usually stoic and silent, speaks to you normally. sure, his replies are brief and curt, but you believe it's more so because he prefers not to waste words, and some answer is better than no answer! just then, a notification sounds from your phone, interrupting the pair of you. when you check it, you realise your driver is only a couple of minutes away.

"ah, xiao, it looks like they're almost here to pick me up!" you show him your phone screen, and he nods. "i'll wait here with you until then." fiddling with the straps of your knapsack, you shuffle your feet absently while wondering if you should actually act on the budding idea in your head. "penny for your thoughts?" xiao slices through your buzzing mind, a welcome relief from your rushing thoughts, and you smile, "i'm actually so glad we got to do this collab!" xiao is evidently surprised by your reply, as his eyes widen, but he waits for you to continue. "i feel like the two of us got a lot closer," here you wiggle your eyebrows suggestively, prompting him to roll his eyes. "and also it was tons of fun to hang out with you!" you fling your arms around xiao in a surprise hug, and he stiffens up immediately under the sudden contact. but then a few seconds pass, and he hesitantly wraps his arms around you too, reciprocating your actions and enveloping you in warmth.

do it, your mind seems to be screaming at you, do it now or you'll never get another chance. after weighing the pros and cons of what you're about to do at lightning speed, you move away from the hug and make eye contact with him as you beam, "thank you, xiao."

"no worri-" he begins, but the next moment, you interrupt him by leaning forward and pressing your lips against his.

it's a chaste kiss ringing with purity, one conveying your honest intentions. a small noise of shock escapes xiao's lips, but he doesn't break the kiss, in fact he leans into it! his lips taste sweet, like a fond dream, and they're just as kissable as you imagined. neither of you make a move to separate, lips colliding with one another without pause for breath - it feels like this is meant to be, like you can keep kissing xiao forever. you want to tangle your hands in his teal hair, for him to snake his arms around your waist and pull you even closer, but fate seems to have other plans.

the next moment, the unmistakable sound of a car horn honks loudly behind you two, snapping you back to reality. you pull away from xiao, grinning at the sight of his flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips; you suppose you don't look much better. hoisting your bag onto your shoulders again, you wink at xiao before dashing down the driveway into your taxi, "we should do that again, xiao!"

and as the car drives away, xiao shakes his head, a light blush still dusting his cheeks and the ghost of a smile playing about his mouth, "yes, we should."

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