#not my finest edit but still worth a look

[bleep-bloop-bloop]

one of my first edits i ever made 🥲🦇

#tlb 1987 #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #paul the lost boys #marko the lost boys #david the lost boys #michael emerson #back into the void i go #not my finest edit but still worth a look

[vibingandsimping]

Please write some mean dom astarion x female tav content I love your work thank you <3 I have an astarion bot on hiwaifu but it's not that great. Looking forward to trying yours if/when it becomes available!

Your support means more than you’d know. I’m currently fleshing out a ton of bots! That Gale bot from before is just about complete (and it seems people have already found him) so my next bot post will likely be that.

But, I can definitely think of some mean Astarion… both ascended and spawn.

Forewarnings: Slightly darker content, some graphic mentions(?) and some suggestive content.

Edit: When I wrote this, I was trying to keep it from being explicit smut because I was unsure if that was what you requested. If it was, send it again in my asks and i’ll do another one that’s smuttier :)

Mean Dom Astarion x Fem! Tav

Astarion, ascended or not, likes to wrap his hands around your pretty throat. To feel your pulse and how you swallow nervously reminds him of how you’re his. He’s never letting you go, he reminds of you of that as he gives it a little squeeze. Just enough to make you squeak and gaze at him. Truly pathetic the way you lay your obedience down for him. He wouldn’t have it any other way, though. After Cazador’s torment, it feels nice to own somebody. He’d sneer at you when you struggle. He speaks lowly, threatening you to submit, and you do. His eyes nearly glow with satisfaction. You’re sure he sees you as prey in this moment.

Ascended Astarion loves to dress you up. He’ll have you saunter out from the dressing room to where he’s sat on the bed. He adorns you in the finest of silk- requested straight from the most talented seamstresses. The price, you inquire? Do not worry, my pet. Any price would be worth it to see you so beautifully decorated. You’re more than worth any amount of gold. It also gives him a feeling of control… to see you roam his halls in the dresses he specifically designed for you. The way it exposes your breasts and amplifies the curve of your hips. It thrills him and he can’t help but remind you constantly of his affections for you. Bending you over any piece of furniture or luring you to bed. The other spawn have learned to ignore his antics at this point.

Spawn Astarion loves to feed on you, as we all know. Yet, sometimes he can’t help but take it a little “too far”. He should be nice about it, he knows. You’re offering something so precious to him and he is grateful. That’s why he savors every bite. His teeth sink into the supple flesh of your neck and still. His tongue darting out and lapping at the droplets of blood as he sucks. Then, he suddenly stops just as your head begins to swim. He kisses along the flesh, his hand’s caressing your hips. You groan, whether from pleasure or annoyance you’re unsure. As soon as you go to complain he pierces you. The bastard had to bite you again instead of reusing the puncture wounds he already inflicted. He keeps this cycle going for awhile until he’s had his fill. You’re left painfully worked up and drained at the same time as he thanks you. Like that, he leaves you in your bedroll feeling so weak and needy.

#baldurs gate 3 #my asks #anon ask #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 x reader #baldurs gate iii #bg3 x reader #astarion x reader #ascended astarion #spawn astarion #baldurs gate astarion #astarion #ascended astarion x reader #spawn astarion x reader #astarion x tav #this is for the simps #simps is me #he’s so mean #my writing #dark content

[periwinkle--daydreams]

Baddest of the Bad: Elden Ring Edition (Extra)

Honorable Mention: Preceptor Seluvis/Pidia

"You... understand, don't you? That once you have Ranni drink my draught, my scheme will come to fruition. And we, well, we'll be in a position to claim the very finest puppet ever crafted. Just imagine... the pure elation..."

"Y-you're my puppets! I loved you with all I have! How could you forget… such bliss? Ouch! Eeek! Eeeeeeek!"

So I said that I was done with my Elden Ring Baddest of the Bad series. And I am, honest! But while I was ready to walk away after talking about the Dung Eater... something didn't feel right. I made a list of the most depraved, disgusting villains to haunt the Lands Between, and the Twisted Dolly Botherer wasn't on it. Neither was his possible puppetmaster. Which is weird because they're actually agreed to be Complete Monsters on TV Tropes (which is a trope where all entries are put through an overly anal voting process), let alone by the fandom at large, and that's something I myself am in agreement with.

Honestly, I've been debating on whether they deserved the number five spot over Godrick or not, and even now I still don't feel confident in my answer. But hey, if they're worth talking about then they're worth talking about.

Anyway, Seluvis. Oh boy. If you choose to pursue Ranni's questline, you're introduced to quite the memorable cast of characters. While icy (heh) and guarded when you first join her, as well as generally manipulative and worryingly Machiavellian, Ranni's a charming young lady once you really get to know her and surprisingly sweet to those she truly cares about. Likewise, two of her three (four?) hooligan sidekicks, Iji and Blaidd, are incredibly friendly and some of the game's most likeable characters. Even Pidia, creepy old fuck he may be, seems to be a harmless groveling servant when you first meet him (or if, considering how hard he is to find without using a guide). And then there's this asshole.

The very second you meet Seluvis you'll likely want to shove a Greatsword through his face, because he's a preening, smarmy, arrogant asshole who does nothing but talk down to you and insult your intelligence. He's on a perpetual high from sniffing his own farts, and being so aggressively unlikable means that even Blaidd, his co-conspirator, fucking hates the guy and flat-out calls him a spiteful little rat. You'd think it'd be impossible to make him more unlikable, only for him to order you to give a highly suspicious potion to Nepheli Loux, a friendly and fierce warrior woman, and are hit with a bombshell when you either do as he says, or show it to Gideon at the Roundtable Hold.

The man's a serial rapist.

To get more specific, he turns people into "puppets" (aka slaves) by slipping them potions that cause them to lose their minds and their free will, meaning that they're forced to let him do whatever he wants to do to them. Visiting his secret lair will reveal that he has a lot of "puppets" stashed away, and a majority of them are helpless young women that he's free to rape as he pleases.

And it's heartbreaking when you look at his most noteworthy ones: one is a finger maiden who never met her Tarnished, and another is a spirited young lady who was a friend, critic, and likely lover of Gideon Ofnir's (I wonder if her enslavement led to, or at least contributed to him becoming a lot more ruthless). But what disgusted me the most was the one stashed away in his secret bedroom: some poor young woman forced to "role play" as Sorceress Sellen, likely because she was unfortunate enough to look like her and Sellen herself was unobtainable.

He also has male puppets in his collection, and it's very likely he's had his way with them too: poor Jarwright wears nothing but a loincloth and is far from a capable fighter, and then there's the matter with Pidia alluding to have molested a few soldier puppets that I'll cover later. But this man's depravity truly know no boundaries. After all, he wants to turn Ranni into the "prize jewel" of his disgusting collection, though that never comes to pass.

And yet, context clues suggest that Seluvis may or may not be a victim of "puppetfication" himself. Pidia, a well-hidden Albinauric servant just happens to share a voice actor with Seluvis (which rarely happens in this game, and the few times it does, it's usually because the characters have a significant connection), just happens to have some of Seluvis' favorite puppets on his corpse when he dies, and just happens to have a map leading to the key ingredient of the potion Seluvis wants to give to Ranni. And when you give Ranni the fingerslayer blade to further her questline, you'll find Seluvis dead, his body in the exact same pose as his puppets, likely because his puppetmaster is busy being mercilessly attacked and killed by several soldier puppets that finally get a chance to turn against the man who ruined their lives.

While there's plenty of debate on whether these are actually clues that Seluvis is a puppet that Pidia acts through or if they're a bunch of red herrings (I'm personally in the "Pidia is Seluvis" camp), Pidia is at the very least a predator himself. Seluvis may or may not be "worse", but make no mistake: they're both disgusting, vile pieces of filth. And sadly, disturbingly realistic. While you're very unlikely to run into a murderous tyrant like Godrick or a sociopathic serial killer like the Dung Eater (at least I hope so), there's no shortage of creepy rapists like Seluvis and Pidia out there. And that lends a fear factor to them that the other guys don't quite have.

The only reason why they aren't part of the top 5 proper, honestly, is the sheer scale of the atrocities committed by the guys I listed. Rykard, Shabriri, Mohg, and the Dung Eater are existential threats to the Lands Between with massive potential body counts, and even Godrick has a shit-ton of victims. Seluvis and Pidia's crimes are smaller in scale, and the puppetfication of Ranni is doomed to fail no matter what.

But like I said before, this isn't a numbers game or me stating definitive facts. Everyone I've put up for consideration is a vile, awful piece of work. And I don't blame anyone at all for putting Seluvis and Pidia at the top of their lists. They are truly horrible people, and the fact that their plans will inevitably blow up in their faces is a big relief.

#preceptor seluvis #pidia carian servant #elden ring #hydrox rambles #rambling about bad guys

[dragonentusiast]

✨Christmas special with Hogwarts finest✨

Hero was in huge trouble. Well not the usual kind of trouble, it's worse. In two days it's Christmas the favourite holiday of every christian and capitalist. Okay that was harsh even for Hero. But we are 39 words in and we still don't know the problem. Well it's quite simple. Hero can't find a book on "how to gift something to someone if you have an infinite bag of stuff to make it different from what you do on a daily basis". Yeah and it wouldn't be the same. A new tea pot for Ivy? One second and Hero has it. Maybe a custom made gloves for Daniel? Hero already gifted him like a whole glove factory worth of gloves. Who knew that having everything can be bad? But Hero has a plan. And to no one's surprise it involves stalking his friends. With invisibility potions. Kevin and Robyn were taking a stroll in the courtyard. Ah yes a love potion would be perfect...no it's too basic and unethical.

Kevin: It's so quiet today.

Robyn: Well today even evil folks are enjoying the snow and the holiday spirit. Aaaaaaand BB hasn't been seen since yesterday.

Kevin: Now that's scarier than any possible attack on hogwarts or any secret place that isn't discovered yet.

Robyn: I can't wait to see what he will pull this time! I was sooooo jealous of those custom made Weasley Whizzbangs he used last week!

Kevin: The ones that he tied to every broom in the castle and let them roam freely?

Hero almost blew his cover by laughing at his own prank. But a professional stalker cannot make such rookie mistakes. But when he thinks of Slughorn running he can't help but snicker. But back to the conversation because Hero already has a gift idea for Robyn.

Kevin: Do you know what my cousin got me for Christmas?

Robyn: Let me guess books.

Kevin: Dueling books.

Robyn started laughing.

Kevin: A year prior they got me monster books! It chewed up my limited edition cook book!

Robyn: Wait what? Cook book?

Kevin: Yes. There is a dessert called the Ice Queen's pudding. I love it but the only recipe for it is in Mrs. Burnback's limited edition Magic in the Kitchen books. They are long sold out and if you try to write down the recipe it disappears!

Robyn: What an amazing jinx for something so trivial. Don't worry Kev maybe the black market has a copy of it.

Kevin: It will be freezing in hell the day I set foot there again.

Mission accomplished. Cue the music! Now all Hero has to do is find the others. To his surprise Ivy and Daniel were actually looking for him. Well it is kind of out of character for him not to harass either of them. They might be worried about him! But it's more likely that Daniel needs weed again but Ivy won't let him go into the Forbidden Forest alone anymore since he got lost in it. Twice.

Ivy: Hey Cassandra! I know we aren't the best if friends but have you seen Hero?

Cassandra: Who?

Daniel: BB.

Cassandra: No I haven't seen any fashion disasters. Well I have but not as severe as BB is.

Ivy: How could no one seen him?

Daniel: Yeah I mean he has white hair. Not to mention that bag he carries around. He stands out like a sore thumb. And there are no traces of disaster either. I think he's dead.

Ivy: Daniel don't say that!

Cassandra: Oh don't worry knowing him he will be back to haunt you guys.

Ivy: Come on, it's not funny!

Daniel: Have you considered that he has other friends and he is with them?

Ivy: ...

Cassandra: ...

Daniel: You are right it's the most unlikely scenario.

Ivy: Anyways, any plans for Christmas?

Wow they forgot him really quickly.

Cassandra: My parents will organise a Christmas party. I want everything to be perfect but so far nothing is going according to plan!

Ivy: Because?

Cassandra: I don't have any accessories!

Daniel: Should have thought.

Cassandra: Silence turtle neck. Do you know how hard it is to find a fitting earring that is elegant but not simple but not too extravagant for the new dress that Night sky fashion released?

Ivy: Oooooh the sparkly dress?

Cassandra: It's- Yes the "sparkly dress".

Daniel: Well I won't do anything out of the ordinary. I will probably help Esme with cooking dinner.

Ivy: Will there be any Christmas pudding?

Daniel: I know what I will get for you to Christmas.

Ivy laughed.

Cassandra: I would look out for my diet if I were you.

Ivy: I don't eat that many sweets!

Daniel: You eat so many since Hero won you that Honeydukes life time coupon on the Halloween dance that it is a health hazard!

Ivy: Not you too Daniel! That's it I want new friends for Christmas.

Cassandra: I'm not your friend.

Ivy: Than I suppose you don't need the gift I bought for you.

Cassandra: ...

Ivy: That's what I thought!

Daniel: Now that you mentioned it-

A chilly wind runs through the hallways of the castle and Daniel sneezes.

Daniel: This damn cold!

Cassandra: May I suggest purchasing a better coat? Maybe in a different colour. And style.

Daniel: I don't have the money for it right now. I had to buy Esme those concert tickets she wanted.

Ivy: I will make you some tea in the clubhouse.

Daniel: Thanks Ivy.

Ivy: No problem. I have been getting myself into tea flavours lately. But there are so many of them and some of them couldn't even be purchased in England!

Cassandra: Of course not! The more special tea bags come from China. My uncle got some dragon fruit and hibiscus tea for my mom's birthday.

Ivy: Sounds delicious!

Well Hero heard enough. He will send his dad to China. He will send hie mom to get a definitely not snake shaped accessory and a warm coat. She is the most elegant woman Hero knows after all. But maybe Cassandra's taste is even unknown for her. But oh well she should be happy that he won't put a baby dragon into that gift box. Hero finds Lottie and the twins chat in the great hall. What a rare site. But when he hears the conversation he instantly understands.

Lottie: That's so sweet of you two! Of course I will make a portrait of your mother!

Colby: Thanks a lot. We wanted something special and we aren't the best at this kind of stuff.

Fischer: Yeah thanks Lottie!

Lottie: No problem! I love it when someone shows interest in art. Speaking of art there is a beautiful limited edition Winter wonder palette from the famous painter Mr. Thompson. It's a shame it's already sold out.

Colby: Oh that's really a shame. But maybe you will find one at an auction. Some valuable stuff ends up there often.

Lottie: Yeah that's what my dad said too. And how will you spend Christmas?

Fischer: With a lot of tasty food and presents!

Colby muttering: If only I could tell them that I want a poetry book.

Fischer: What is it brother?

Colby: I said if only I could get a baby dragon!

Fischer: Oh yeah that would be cool. Do you think I could get a sign broom from Mr. Coldwell? He is the best beater in the quidditch league!

Lottie: Anything is possible if you set your mind to it!

Colby: But probably not. Mr. Coldwell is in training camp in Norway.

Fischer: One can dream brother.

And that's it folks the secret Santa has all the information needed. He can't wait for those surprised faces! But he should reveal himself soon, before Ivy reports him to the headmistress or worst Daniel wanders into the Forbidden Forest and gets lost. Again.

Pt 2 coming maybe?

#daniel page #hogwarts magic awakened #hogwarts oc #ivy warrington #oc #harry potter #lottie turner #robyn thistlethwaite #cassandra vole #kevin farrell #fischer frey #colby frey #frey twins

[randomvarious]

Today's compilation:

Hits House 2001, Vol. 2 2001 House

Alright, well, I don't know how necessarily true this is, folks, but if you look at the back cover of this CD here from France that's packed with a full helping of house gems and jams from the early 2000s, you'll notice that a whole lot of these tracks are marked as being exclusive. And the label that put out this comp, Absolute Sound, which is a sublabel of another French company called Happy Music, *did not* go on to then release most of these 'exclusives' as 12-inches on either their own label or on Happy's. And some of these were pretty popular, well-distributed tunes too!

So either I have a really great comp on my hands here that played a significant role in partially shaping the sound of house music for 2001, by publicly serving up a bunch of tunes for other labels across the globe to then pick up, or maybe that 'exclu' label is being used a bit more gratuitously than it would seem to imply 🤔. Being that none of the songs on this CD are the full-length versions, the specific edits that were supplied on this release could've been what earned them their 'exclu' tags in the first place (which would feel like a little bit of a sleight of hand), or perhaps these songs' inclusions on this CD marked their first ever official appearance in France? 🤷‍♂️

Either way, while the fact that all of these tunes are cut annoyingly short and aren't afforded the necessary breathing room in order for them to achieve their full, delicious impact, it really can't be denied just how chock-full of bangers that this album still is. I think 20 out of 22 of these songs came out in 2001 itself, so let this be an opportunity for you to transport yourself back to that year and allow some of its finest house tracks to just wash over you for over an hour 😌.

Now, it's not very easy to pick a favorite among this batch, but I think Sandy Rivera and LT Brown's "Come Into My Room" might be the one. First of all, it's, of course, a tune that uses the extremely popular filter technique—that approach where certain elements get looped repeatedly, and sound like they're being submerged underwater at first, but then progressively continue to sound clearer and clearer, until they satisfyingly breach the surface. This concept was all the rage in the global underground house space for a long while it seems, and yours truly still happens to be a complete and total sucker for it 😋.

And while its constant implementation can be seen as an unfortunate means to reducing house music down to something that's more formulaic, filtering still has a natural way of generating a level of anticipation for the listener, as they know to await and enjoy the climb-up to that peaking breach, and it also automatically means that, in a genre that's often ridiculed for its overall repetitiveness, that because of the filtering, although the elements themselves will be much the same, they won't actually sound exactly alike with each successive bar, which ends up lending the song a little bit more variety than what was once standard.

So, yeah, I love that track; and not just because of the filtering itself—because there's sooooo many filter tunes out there—but because of what that filtering is applied to: a constantly chirping lead pair of guitar notes and a contrastingly deeper synth piece that accompanies them, which is also further enhanced by some rumbly bass pulsations too.

And another thing that I think's worth mentioning is that Sia—yes, that Sia—is on this release as well. Maybe you're not aware, but long before she went on to become a total 2010s pop sensation who donned her own intriguing face-obscuring wigs in order to retain a semblance of much-desired anonymity, she had actually already been active as a solo musician for well over a decade, and this somewhat popular house remix of her "Drink to Get Drunk," which was done by UK duo Different Gear, is a pretty good one that matches her unique voice to an electro-dubby synth melody.

So, at the end of the day, while every single song on here is most likely better enjoyed in its full-length version, this still makes for a pretty terrific time capsule of house music from 2001. I'm highly skeptical that most of the songs that are labeled as exclusives are actually exclusives though, but if they really are, then damn, is this thing extra special then!

Highlights:

Kings of Tomorrow - "Finally" Lil' Devious - "Come Home" Slow & Newland - "Being in Love" Soul Dujour - "Here We Go Again" Modjo - "Chillin'" Deep Swing - "In the Music" Different Gear vs. Sia - "Drink to Get Drunk" Sandy Rivera feat. LT Brown - "Come Into My Room" Harry "Choo Choo" Romero - "Tania" Gypsymen - "Babarabatiri" Banda Sonora - "Guitarra G" Freshmove feat. Darryl Pandy - "You Can Do It" Intrallazzi & Fratty - "The Love (L'amour)" Cerrone - "Give Me Love" Static Revenger - "Happy People" Simpson Tune - "Bring It Down" Eminence feat. Kathy Brown - "Give It Up"

#house #house music #dance #dance music #electronic #electronic music #music #90s #90s music #90's #90's music #2000s #2000s music #2000's #2000's music #00s #00s music #00's #00's music

[rphelperblog]

The Night Circus Book Quote Rp Meme

inspired by @tricohven​ based on the book by the same name- feel free to edit quotes or change pronouns for rp purposes

“The finest of pleasures are always the unexpected ones.”

“People see what they wish to see. And in most cases, what they are told that they see.”

“The past stays on you the way powdered sugar stays on your fingers. Some people can get rid of it but it’s still there, the events and things that pushed you to where you are now.”

"This is not magic. This is the way the world is, only very few people take the time to stop and note it. Look around you,

“Is magic not enough to live for?"

“People are naive about such things, and they would rather write them off as evil than attempt to understand them. An unfortunate truth, but a truth nonetheless.”

“Trespassers will be exsanguinated.”

“I believe you have my umbrella"

“Better to have a single perfect diamond than a sack of flawed stones.”

"You appear the same way to me, so which of us is real?”

“You believe you could not live with the pain. Such pain is not lived with. It is only endured. I am sorry.”

'There may be decisions to make and surprises in store. Life takes us to unexpected places sometimes. The future is never set in stone, remember that

“That's the beauty of it. Have you seen the contraptions these magicians build to accomplish the most mundane feats? They are a bunch of fish covered in feathers trying to convince the public they can fly, I am simply a bird in their midst.”

“This is not magic. This is the way the world is, only very few people take the time to stop and note it.”

“Wine is bottled poetry.”

“I suggest you keep your distance from her and concentrate on your own work.”

“I cannot let a place that is so important to so many people fade away. Something that is wonder and comfort and mystery all together that they have nowhere else. If you had that, wouldn't you want to keep it?”

“I am tired of trying to hold things together that cannot be held.”

“...have a theory that she is in love with the dream of someone and not an actual person.”

“Nothing's impossible,"

“It will make the challenge a great deal more difficult for you.”

“And there are really never endings, happy or otherwise.”

“Timing is a sensitive thing.”

"Love is fickle and fleeting.It is rarely a solid foundation for decisions to be made upon, in any game.”

“Most maidens are perfectly capable of rescuing themselves in my experience, at least the ones worth something, in any case.”

The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not.”

“Life takes us to unexpected places sometimes. The future is never set in stone, remember that.”

“We lead strange lives, chasing our dreams around from place to place.”

“But dreams have ways of turning into nightmares.”

“I have tried to let you go and I cannot. I cannot stop thinking of you. I cannot stop dreaming about you.”

“You're in the right place at the right time, and you care enough to do what needs to be done. Sometimes that's enough.”

“I would have written you, myself, if I could put down in words everything I want to say to you. A sea of ink would not be enough.' 'But you built me dreams instead.”

“The most difficult thing to read is time. Maybe because it changes so many things.”

“Good and evil are a great deal more complex than a princess and a dragon . . . is not the dragon the hero of his own story?”

People don’t pay much attention to anything unless you give them reason to”

“I made a wish on this tree years ago,"

“I couldn't tell the difference between what was real and what I wanted to be real.”

"But I remember the people who look at me the way you do."

"As though they cannot decide if they are afraid of me or they want to kiss me."

“I have been surrounded by love letters you two have built each other for years, encased in tents.”

“Everything I have done, every change I have made to that circus, every impossible feat and astounding sight, I have done for her.”

“The truest tales require time and familiarity to become what they are.”

“I think looking forward will be better than looking back.”

“I prefer to remain unenlightened, to better appreciate the dark.”

“We must put effort and energy into anything we wish to change.”

“I am haunted by the ghost of my father, I think that should allow me to quote Hamlet as much as I please.”

“But you built me dreams instead.”

“I mean only that I hope they find darkness or paradise without fear of it, if they can.

“I don't think there's anything wrong being a dreamer.”

"I think I made an analogy about cake."

"Who doesn't like a good cake analogy?”

"you are not destined or chosen. I wish I could tell you that you were if that would make it easier, but it is not true. You are in the right place, at the right time, and you care enough to do what needs to be done. Sometimes that is enough.”

“It is difficult to see a situation for what it is when you are in the midst of it,It is too familiar. Too comfortable.”

“You prefer not to see the gears of the clock, as to better tell time.”

“You need to understand your limitations so you can overcome them.”

“And there are never really endings, happy or otherwise. Things keep going on, they overlap and blur, your story is part of your sister's story is part of many other stories, and there is no telling where any of them may lead.”

“Once they were librarians, but that is a subject they will only discuss if heavily intoxicated.”

“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world”

“Each of them always gravitating toward the other. Yet still they do not touch.”

“All empires fall eventually. It is the way of things.

“Memories begin to creep forward from hidden corners of your mind. Passing disappointments. Lost chances and lost causes. Heartbreaks and pain and desolate, horrible loneliness. Sorrows you thought long forgotten mingle with still-fresh wounds.”

“It is destroying me that I cannot ask you to dance.”

“This is, in part, why there is less magic in the world today. Magic is secret and secrets are magic, after all, and years upon years of teaching and sharing magic and worse. Writing it down in fancy books that get all dusty with age has lessened it, removed its power bit by bit.”

“It is likely to make us think we are not caged. We cannot feel the bars unless we push against them.”

“So it’s really best to keep your secrets when you have them, for their own good, as well as yours.”

“A woman I should like to think I know rather well and a woman I had always considered a mystery, are in fact the same person.”

“Only the ship is made of books, its sails thousands of overlapping pages, and the sea it floats upon is dark black ink.”

“Like stepping into a fairy tale under a curtain of stars.”

“You think, as you walk away from Le Cirque des Rêves and into the creeping dawn, that you felt more awake within the confines of the circus. You are no longer quite certain which side of the fence is the dream.”

“I am tired of trying to hold things together that cannot be held. Trying to control what cannot be controlled. I am tired of denying myself what I want for fear of breaking things I cannot fix. They will break no matter what we do.”

“If she were gone I would be nothing. You should think better of yourself than to settle for that.”

Unusual yet beautiful. Provocative while remaining elegant.”

“I am tired of denying myself what I want for fear of breaking things I cannot fix. They will break no matter what we do”

“Perhaps it is controlling the chaos within more than the chaos without.”

“The rain increases and umbrellas sprout like mushrooms amongst the graves.”

“Striving for uniqueness in a world of sameness”

"It is a long and complicated story."

“How are you managing to keep everyone from aging?”

“The sensation reminds him of the first snow of winter, for those first few hours when everything is blanketed in white, soft and quiet.

“Are we going to discuss whatever it is you are here to discuss instead of dancing around it?”

“I didn't know your identity, but I had an impression of who my opponent was, being surrounded by things you made.”

#erin morgenstern #the night circus #young adult books #literate roleplay #roleplay meme #ask meme #rp meme #memes #open to all #open to suggestions #Open to anything #open to anyone #open RP #open starter #open

[photos-the-wereplant]

So, I just went down a rabbit hole with Ursula Le Guin's name on it. There was a comment about female authors and I had to jump in with my favorite, then I started looking stuff up. You know how the rabbit hole goes.

Today I'm going to gush about Ursula Le Guin, an abso-fucking-lutely peerless writer. (Edit: I got sidetracked hallway through. None of this was planned.)

Firstly, I'm a voracious reader. I will literally consume an entire book series in a matter of days. I have to make sure I don't start a good series at a bad time, because I'm honestly an addict who needs help and can't control myself.

I approached Earthsea the same way a long time ago. By the time I finished Tehanu, I was fucking spent. My bottomless appetite met its match. Her books resonated with me on an emotional level that I've NEVER experienced elsewhere. For that one fact alone, she has my undying respect.

In my eyes, that is an accomplishment that I'd put up there with the labors of Hercules. I thought I was going to be reading some classical fantasy, she showed up to fucking FIGHT. I'm serious, reading those books didn't feel like consuming them, it felt like a cage match. Sit the fuck down and FEEL.

Anyone who can do that has reached a level of writing that, to me, is mythical.

I consume books because the emotions feel good. All of them: the good, the bad, the ugly. Stories are the essence of humanity. And like a lot of people on this website, I've struggled with the idea of humanity. I'm different. I learned somewhat recently that I'm neurodivergent. Before that though, I felt inhuman. I felt like a monster.

In every story, even bad ones, there is humanity. I realize now that my addiction to reading stemmed from that... the escapism of finally feeling human.

But when the book ends, I'm still in my own skin. That's why it's never enough. That's why I'll give up sleep and other things that matter, because every second spent not feeling like a monster is better than anything else in the world.

That's why Ursula Le Guin is fucking peerless. Her writing shunted me back into my own body and said "Live in your human body with your human emotions." It was like a physical blow.

That's always been my dream. I want to write stories like that. I want to write things that will reach out and grab you by the neck, pull you in close, and whisper in your ear. I want to empty out your soul and put something new in it, just for a moment. I want my writing to be a deal with the devil.

Writing is violent. You are a god of creation. The reader willingly gives you the power to show them the unimaginable. You are the fae, inviting them to your feast. You are the culmination of humanity's essence.

You are vulnerable, baring your soul for the masses. You are so unique and beautiful that being able to see through your eyes is the finest feast life has to offer. If I could spend a lifetime understanding you, I would. I've been blessed to borrow a thousand different souls, each one worth every minute.

I didn't intend to write this when I started. This is a love letter to all the writers. To you, dear reader.

Writing should be violence... but it should also be love. It should be human.

That's the gift you give me when I read: you give me your humanity. Even if you're like me, even if you don't feel human, I can tell. Your humanity is precious.

Don't let them take it from you.

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ALERT! Scroll quickly through this entry if you do not want to see an explicit photo of the woman pictured above, band member Ann Shenton, “giving birth” to an enormous synthesizer via Cesarean section, the “baby” delivered by the other band members. I’ve saved the full cover art for later in this entry.

English electronic band Add N to X operated from 1994 to 2002; I’m fairly sure they first came into my consciousness via music magazines from their home country such as MOJO and Q. I started reading those in 1995, and there are many bands of the time that I seemed to see endlessly on the pages of one or both, often in advertisements. The cover art of this, their second album, grabbed me instantly: highly conceptualized, with the band members taking part in the wild action instead of models, the sleeve’s depiction of a woman giving birth to a synthesizer via C-section, complete with visible blood and guts, was too amazing of an idea for me to ignore or take lightly. I wasn’t much of an electronica fan in 1995, but I thought the cover idea and execution were spectacular and I always wanted a copy of the album, but I never came across one, at least not one I was willing to pay for. I was very broke in 1995 and dealt largely in used product, and you could not just cue up a cheap copy of anything you wanted on the internet. A few years later while living in Tennessee for graduate school, I found an extremely cheap copy of their fourth album Add Insult to Injury (2000) at a wonderland called McKay’s that had used CDs and books galore and where I spent countless hours, going there almost every weekend and sometimes on weekdays as well. I figured any band cool enough to do this album cover was worth taking a chance on regardless of release, and I quite liked the album. Later still, while living in Chicago, I found a very cheap vinyl copy of their fifth and final album Loud Like Nature (2002). That one didn’t grab me as much. I didn’t own a copy of On the Wires of Our Nerves, the very reason I was interested in this band, until circa 2007 when I pilfered a CD copy from a soon-to-be-ex who didn’t take care of pay attention to her music collection. I still have that, but it’s not in the finest condition. When a vinyl pressing was announced for the UK edition of Record Store Day in 2021, I knew I had to obtain one. I have no problem ordering RSD items from UK dealers, but in this case I didn’t have to because somehow all three locations of local shop Reckless got copies. The first one I saw was at their downtown Loop location, spotted there the day I had jury duty, which I wrote about in a Springsteen post not long ago. I didn’t buy it that day only because the cover was beaten to hell. It looked like it had been manhandled for years; what a disappointment that was, finally seeing it on vinyl in all of its glory and it being too wrecked for me to even want.

Less than a week later I decided to take the train to a different Reckless location, which turned into a fiasco that could be a short story of its own: the train line was interrupted by construction, so midway through the ride you had to get off and take a shuttle bus to a subsequent stop. I dealt with all of that hassle, only for a violent fistfight to break out on the bus mere seconds after we pulled away from the station; I asked to be let off, not wanting to be there when the very possible gun was fired, but as soon as I got off the fight tumbled off of the bus and onto the sidewalk next to me. I asked to be let back on, the bus pulled away, and then twenty seconds later the driver had a burst of consciousness and pulled over, having decided she should call the police. I asked to be let off again. Now I was even further away from the record store than if I had skipped the shuttle bus completely and just walked between the two train stations. It added considerable time and annoyance to my afternoon, not to mention I still worry about the guy who took the shorter end of the straw in the fight (the aggressor was causing problems way back at the first train station, long before any of us even got on the bus). But, by god, I made it to Reckless and acquired a vinyl copy of On the Wires of Our Nerves, even though it was misfiled and it took me and a clerk fifteen minutes to locate it in the shop, but its condition looked good to me and I was excited to have it. By the time I got it home, though, the cover had bent and gotten crinkled just from being carried in a totebag! The fault with all these injured jackets lies with the paper that was used. The cover is just really flimsy. I blame Soul Jazz Records; I’ve always looked at that label as barely more than a bootleg outfit. Their album designs have long been pathetic. I don’t know why the rights to reissue Add N to X fell to them, but I wish they’d not gone cheap on the album jackets.

Okay, at long last here is the cover photo in full.

How about that? Now here’s the back cover, showing Ann Shenton to be just fine after the procedure.

Another stupid thing that Soul Jazz did was put an enormous hype sticker on the cover, half of which merely shows a picture the album cover. Why do this?! You’ve got one of the greatest album covers of its decade and you obscure a big part of it just to show it again? Oh, Soul Jazz, come on. I want to leave this album in the shrinkwrap, if in large part to obscure all the bends and crinkles cause by the cheap paper, but I don’t want this huge and ugly sticker.

The inner sleeves are just garish displays of dozens and dozens of Soul Jazz’s cheaply and poorly designed original album covers. Here’s what one side looks like. 

Here are the four labels. You get to see Ann Shenton’s shell-shocked face once again. I love how each label is a close-up of a band member’s face from the front cover, and that the synthesizer gets its own entry. It is their newborn baby, after all. (Can’t give Soul Jazz credit for this nice touch; it merely reproduces the original 1998 Satellite Records UK vinyl labels. There was no vinyl issue in the U.S. until this reissue.)

Last, here is a shot of the opaque silver vinyl.

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“If you were in love,” he began, voice barely above a whisper, “What would be the most beautiful thing those lips of yours would utter?”

“Your name.”

REQUEST/WARNINGS. (royal au, mutual pining, praise kink ) fake dating au, mirror sex, slight manhandling, fingering, body marking, prejudice, mentions of abuse, injustice, and inequality + unedited (I’m so lazy to edit tbh, I’m so sorry, just bear with me if there are typos or grammatical errors)

NOTES. I LOVE AND HATE THIS STORY

WC. 7k+

SONG INSPO. Ashes (Celine Dion)

The prince himself lifted his chin up higher; long, slender fingers deftly grazing against the pad of your knuckles that were pressed on his chest. 

The tips of your ears burned at the sight of people pausing from their conversations all to witness the scene – one that was so rare to have come from the infamous Crown Prince known to have bedded more women than he could count.

“Your Highness,” you pinched your brows together, leaning closer into him to bring you the least bit of comfort. The dress you had to wear today had nothing but itchy lace; albeit elegant, you preferred the loose materials of your dance clothes, painted red lips fighting back a grimace. “Must we really do this in public?”

The Crown Prince laughs, his white hair fluttering against the soft kisses of the wind. Beautiful, you think, beautiful, you are reminded, prompting you to dig your free hand deeper into the flesh of your thighs.

“What would be the point of our ruse if we are not a little flashy, My Lady?”

You frowned at his words, head ducked down as you avoided everyone’s prying eyes. You supposed you should be used to this – you are a performer, after all – but the attention was terribly unwelcomed yet expected from your previous agreements.

The said agreement, however, did not affect your standing as a person, something you had to remind the happy-go-lucky Prince. “I am not of that title.”

“People regard you of it,” he commented at an off-beat, his crystalline eyes sweeping over the crowd with a chilling command, a slight bite of a challenge that asked his people to dare him. When they shifted away, scurrying behind fluffed up skirts and pressed down suits, the Crown Prince snickered, smiling down at you with a flash of his pearly whites. “You are, after all, hanging prettily off my arm.”

“Because you asked me to, Your Highness.”

“Ah, are you forgetting already?” he paused, his long and elegant stature towering over yours. “I’m doing this for the both of us. The agreement was clear – you steered me away from my arranged marriage, redeem my nettling reputation, and in turn, I shall pick you up from where you’ve fallen,” your lips parted in protest, finger raised to correct that no, you had not fallen, that was not the situation at all, but he silenced you when he leaned down close enough that his eyes twinkled before you, lips turned at the side arrogantly. “In fact, I am more than capable of providing you more than that.”

“I am well aware of that, Your Highness. I truly am indebted to you.”

Should you be humiliated? Forming an agreement with the Crown Prince would be the last thing that would ever arrive even in your craziest dreams, yet there you were, in the middle of the town square, leisurely strolling with the Kingdom’s heir as if it was but a daily occurrence.

Thoughts running back to your latest predicament – which he just had to bear witness to – you winced, swallowing the resigned sigh that threatened to spill.

You did not have enough shame in you to be humiliated, not when he was right. It was a mutually beneficial agreement.

“You do not have to be,” Prince Satoru blinked at you, gray lashes fluttered against the pads of his cheeks. “I take extreme pleasure in saving a damsel in distress,” Your lips puckered out, tireless with the need to tell him it wasn’t like that, and the Prince easily read through you, tugging you back into his arm as he laughed. “Even when I know you are not. Still, it does feel nice to take a walk in this fine day, don’t you think?”

You snorted at the heavy sarcasm under his sweet tone, “It feels a little embarrassing.”

“You feel embarrassed that you’re with me?”

“Yes,” you gritted at your teeth, the lace of your gloves digging into your flesh. You wanted nothing more than to rip it off, the material a silent reminder of the requirement that must be met to fool the crowd. “You’re a prince and I am—”

“I thought we already established titles mean nothing when we both mutually benefit from one another,” he cut you off, hands coming up to caress at your cheeks. You immediately froze at his touch, the iciness behind those eyes doing nothing to soothe you until he spoke, the Prince’s words oddly gentle and warm like the sun that shone down on you that fine day. “Worry not about that. I do not care what people think of you. All I care is that you do well and I shall do my part gracefully in return,” he declared for what seemed like the hundredth time that night.

Back then, you never believed that people had power just because they were born with it. Power had to be manifested, trained, earned – yet Prince Satoru wielded it with his lips so effortlessly that in that moment, you believed magic really wasn’t a myth.

“Kiss me.”

“Wh-what?”

“Everyone is looking,” his eyes darted over the on looking crowd, his bare hand still caressing your warm cheeks, hot enough that it put the sun to shame. “Lest you want this plan to fail, I suggest you kiss me, darling. Passionately.”

The Crown Prince was right. Everyone was looking.

Your body’s response was instantaneous. A hiss of a breath, muscles tensed and fingers curled into a fist at your side; you could feel bile rising from your throat out of panic.

Then Prince Satoru leaned forwards, eyes snapped shut and his lips colliding with yours. The single touch had all the tension flooding away as you kissed the Prince, his lips tasting of cinnamon and sugar, vanilla and spice wafting off of him delicately that you had to fist at the collar of his shirt to prevent yourself from gobbling him up whole.

He would find that rather displeasing, claiming that you had little to no table manners, so you forced yourself to relax as he breathed air into your mouth, large hands cradled around your neck.

“I’ve got you,” he mumbled between kisses, the mere scent of royalty and forbidden elegance dripping off of him making you fearful to open your eyes. It felt illegal to touch the most wanted bachelor in your Kingdom this way, felt wrong to have his hands roaming down the slopes of your body while everyone looked at your shameless public display of faux romance. But if it was wrong, then why did he hold you so tenderly, not moving to push you away even as you nipped at his lips once more?

“You’re alright – I’ve got you.”

It was not easy being a no-name ballerina. You’ve crafted your skill for what seemed like your whole life, yet getting even a step closer to your dreams proved to be a daunting task. Even as your toes bruised and your muscles ached, pants heaved from your chest while you bended your body at will, you couldn’t stop thinking about how no one told you it was never easy to reach your dreams.

The fairytales had lied to you. They made it seem to easy to grab a star, never really explaining on how to be a star.

It felt so far away – the galaxy and universe you’d longer your entire life to be a part of – yet the Crown Prince stood at the corner of your studio, eyes dark as he watched you sway to the music.

A few weeks prior to your spontaneous arrangement, you were foolish enough to believe you could become that star easily. You were the lowest of ranks when it came to other girls; orphaned, no-named, broke, and loveless. 

Unlike your peers that were bred of the finest titles and fed with silver spoons, nannies and courts running after them in their growing years, you had to survive on scraps, taking three jobs at the young age of thirteen just to get into dance school and afford the fees.

You believed title or ranking shouldn’t have had to do anything with talent and worth, but then again, you were foolish beyond your years.

The moment you heard you were chosen to be the Black Swan of this season, allowing you to debut, you squealed behind your skirt, training day and night to the point you’ve skipped your meals just to perfect your routine.

That was until your classmates’ parents had come inside the school, twirling their moustaches behind soft fingers that had never known a day’s worth of work, belly round with cupcakes and all the delicacies only they were privileged enough to eat, the nervous laughter of your ballet master enough to let you know what it all meant.

Your classmate – the prettiest and the richest one – came rushing past you as she giggled over the announcement that she would be the Black Swan.

She was far many years younger than you, spoiled and with an attitude that tasted as bad as your leftovers, and definitely not skilled enough to debut – but of course, nothing was ever impossible enough with money, right? Before you could even defend yourself, your ballet master had cleaned out your quarters, your skirts and shoes thrown onto the muddy dirt while you cried under the rain, begging for another chance.

Second chances? You wanted to laugh.

Only people who did wrong should ask for it, and yet you sat there on your knees, hands clasped in a prayer that should only be reserved for wish bearers, desperate pleads of please don’t do this to me echoing into the empty night.

Was it fate then that the Crown Prince was half drunk inside his vehicle, shades slipping off his nose as he turned your way, your cries rudely interrupting the music blaring inside his car?

Perhaps it was – a cruel or a wonderful fate; no one could tell – the only thing that mattered now was that the Crown Prince had yet again found interest in a woman.

Only this time he didn’t lust after their body, wished nothing to do with their hands on his, completely sober around your presence as he watched you train endlessly in your studio, your sweat making your clothes stick like a second skin.

Prince Satoru leaned back against the walls then.

He should’ve brought a drink with him. Had he known that watching you dance sensually with such a blissed out expression he was mostly familiar with when he had his legs wrapped around another warm body would set his body alight, sober, then he would’ve left long ago.

Still, the Prince is rendered frozen at the edge, eyes trailing over your graceful form as you bended, legs flying out into the air while you arms dipped and curved into the most graceful of arcs and bows that put his combat figures into shame.

You weren’t even trying to seduce him and yet he was wholly captivated.

He wants to say that the woman he saw that rainy night and the woman stood before him now, figure bathed in the small slivers of sunlight that peeked through the blinds and stockings hugging each and every curve and dip of your body were entirely two different people, but the longer he looked, there was no mistaking it was still the same person. The passion burned through your eyes, the soft melodious tunes of the music guiding you – or rather you guiding the beat before you fluttered to another.

Prince Satoru smiled.

It first came off as a joke that he wanted to know more about you – his pretend lover – because everyone knew the Crown Prince was too frivolous to ever settle down and find interest in a woman beyond her looks. The confused pout you gave him as he followed you inside your studio burned at the back of his brain, a silent warning that you were different; that you were not someone he could touch lest he wished to burn and break you, though that would be a lie, it seemed.

For every strong ripple of your muscles and flowy movement of your body as you completely delved into the space of your own home and comfort, the Prince knew – you were not someone he could crush into the palm of his hands.

He came here out of boredom.

He left the studio with a confused heart, cheeks resting on his palm as he asked his chauffer, when is the next show?

The birds chirped above you, your fingers stretched out as you peeked from under it, lips pressed into a flat line. You were in the royal garden after persistent invitation from the Crown Prince himself. Speaking of, said Crown Prince had his limbs sprawled out beneath you, the edges of his hands slightly playing with the frills of your dress as he took his afternoon nap, a youthful smile on his face.

“Your Highness,” you huffed out, “What are we doing here? No one is looking. There is no need for us to continue our act.”

“I know,” he cheered a little too brightly for someone that looked to be deep in dreamland, “I just wanted to hang out with you without worrying about others. Not that I ever did, but it’s nice to be alone with you every once in a while. The prying eyes can get a bit too much.”

You hummed at the thought; he did have a point. This arrangement turned out to be a lot smoother than expected. The Crown Prince wasn’t lying about his intentions and not once had he laid a hand on you – without your permission, anyway – and he turned out to be…a lot more docile and easy going than what you originally thought of him. Not that you had much thoughts to begin with anyway, the Prince was a celebrity and therefore not someone that concerned you.

In your mind, he was merely your leader, more often than a not a name spoken between hushed whispers and dreamy moans.

This side of him was different, and all the time you’d spent him with was filled with nothing but ridiculed stares and taunts. The Crown Prince was a hilarious man who never feared trying out new things, always happy and eager to try exotic foods with you in the night markets or joining you in your spontaneous dancing during midnight ‘dates.’

He was the closest you could consider as a friend, and you relaxed against him, laying down on the flowery fields right next to him as you sighed in content. “I will miss this, Your Highness.”

“Miss what?”

“You and I – hanging out,” you mumbled a little dreamily, “I have a strong feeling things will finally get better for me. When I get scouted by a better company, I won’t be able to hang out with you anymore,” Silence befell the both upon you, the rustling of the wind against the flowers sounding like a far off memory. Soon, it would be. “I will miss this.”

“You could always call me. Or who knows, maybe I’d even drop by to watch your performances sometime.”

You snapped your eyes open, chuckling when the Prince had now sat up halfway, his regal face cradled in his hands while his elbow laid flat under him. He blinked innocently at you, and that’s when you realized – he was serious. That had you bursting into laughter, hands clutched at your stomach. “Please, you? You do not even enjoy ballerina!”

“I enjoy watching you,” he confessed in a heartbeat, his gaze falling from your crinkled eyes and all the way down to the silhouette of your body. “There’s something about the way you move that’s just so graceful and...phenomenal.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his heated gaze, the mere trails of his sight enough to warm your entire skin despite the cool wind. This was the Prince concerned though, and you had to guard your heart, eyes narrowed playfully at him while you desperately ignored the need to rub your thighs together.

“Are you flirting with me, Your Highness?”

The Prince snorted, “Flirt with you? My pretend girlfriend?” he clutched a hand at his chest as if the assumption offended him, “What makes you come to that conclusion?”

You chucked your handkerchief at him, still a little in disbelief that you were greeted by his laughter when it hit him right in the face.

You would miss this indeed.

Your gaze softened as you sat up, thighs pressed to your chest as you directed your gaze up in the sky. Prince Satoru may not always be around when the time came, but at least you still had the sky to remind you of this brazen and unexpected friendship that helped you grow.

“Thank you, though,” you squished your cheeks onto your knees, a lilted smile plastered on your face. “Dancing has always been a passion of mine. I can’t ever imagine a time of my life where I wasn’t moving with music. It almost feels as if I was destined with it; it speaks to me and deeper than the recesses of my bones, guides me until I’m one and entangled with it,” you ended with a dreamy sigh, turning your head to the side to look His Highness in the eye, stilling for a moment when you’re met with his solemn gaze.

Your throat parched dry. “Have you ever fallen in love with something like that before?”

“I don’t think so,” one of his shoulders lifted up in a lame shrug, voice turning deep and husky as he asked, “How do you know when you lack something or not?”

“If it comes to love...” you tapped your chin with a finger, “I think a life lived without one would feel quite empty. Hollow, I would say, and the skies would just be a plain blue instead of a calming yet mesmerizing one,” the courage that soared within you was an unexpected one, but it was enough to let you look him in the eye, form vulnerable and words slipping past your lips before you could control them. “If I were incapable of love, I’d say your eyes are nothing but gleams of sapphire.”

“And if you were capable of it? What would my eyes be?”

“Like cerulean galaxies crashing against one another,” you whispered, “Stardust sprinkled and heavens birthed out of passion and the desire to be something more. You’d be azure and brazen instead of crestfallen; the magnificence of the universe’s creation attesting to itself that it is wholly capable of designing divine beings.”

“Hmm,” he tipped his head to the side as he mulled over your words. His jacket was discarded somewhere along the grass, top three buttons of his shirt left opened and hair rustling with the wind. Beautiful, the image etched into your skin. “Are you sure you are a dancer and not a poet?”

“People say all sorts of beautiful things when they’re in love.”

The Prince straightened up, lips pursed. For a moment, you grew fearful, your heart frantically thumping in your chest as you thought, this is it – this is when he pushes you away. He does nothing of this as he scoots closer to you, using his rough thumb to tilt your chin until you were looking up at him, wide eyes sparkling – the sight of you vulnerable like this making the Crown Prince lick his lips.

“If you were in love,” he began, voice barely above a whisper, “What would be the most beautiful thing those lips of yours would utter?” You shivered as his thumb moved up to graze at your bottom lip, almost prompting it to jut out, to which you happily complied with a shaky breath. “What would you say then?”

“Your name.”

The Prince smiled to himself at your hearty answer. To hide both of your nervous chuckles, the Prince took it upon himself to ease both your worries as he kissed you, nothing but the warmth and fluttering of butterflies rampaging in your stomach mixing at his sweet taste.

Beautiful, you hummed into his mouth. You could fall for as long as you wanted, but would the Prince ever fall from grace as he moaned into your mouth, tugging you until you were situated in his lap, arms wrapped tight enough around you in refusal to let you go? Maybe, your mind sighed, hands tugging at his hair when the Prince kissed you fervently, murmuring one word that made you melt right then and there.

Beautiful, he finds you.

Both your loud laughter echoed in his training grounds, the horses’ hooves padding against the firm earth. “Not fast enough, my Lady,” he taunts, his smile bright and wide as he sat perched atop his white stallion. “How would you catch my heart if you cannot ride faster?”

“I will catch up to you, just wait and see! Not everyone grew up riding horses, you know?”

“I bet a fine coin you do ride well, though, my Lady,” he remarked with a wink, his statement enough to tap the sides of your feet harder against your horse to catch after him.

“Your Highness!”

As you two chased around each other the wide field, carefree laughter and clothes swaying against the wind, skin warm from the flush of the sun, the Crown Prince’s servants stood at the side.

A particular woman – the servant that had been loyal long before the Prince was born – remained under a parasol, her wrinkled face tight with a frown.

“How nauseating,” she scrunched her nose, arms crossed on her chest. “To think I dedicated my life into raising the little prince to be a fine king someday, and his future would be tainted by a lowly performer who cannot even make a name for herself,” turning to one of the young boy servants, she narrowed her eyes at you. “Where does she work again? Is she of name?”

“She is an orphan, Madam, taken in at a young age in a dance school before she had to pay the fees herself, if the rumors are correct. I heard that she and His Highness met when she was kicked out by her own ballet master due to her stealing the original Black Swan spot for this season’s show.”

His old nanny’s face grew more gruesome. “Wasn’t the Black Swan supposed to be one of the Earl’s daughters?”

“Yes. Rumours had it that His Highness’ new plaything seized the spot to prove herself. Look at how that plan backfired.”

“How repulsive,” she spat out, venom laced in her tongue.

The roles had reversed, the Crown Prince insistent in catching you this time around, and you rode after him with panicked laughter, hands clutched tight on the reins. Although you’d only swished past the small group of servants that always seemed to be around, you’d heard enough.

“We must protect His Highness at all costs before this wretched woman rips his future away from him. The fate of the kingdom lies on his shoulders; we cannot afford him making mistakes.”

“Indeed, Madam.”

You stopped in your tracks until the horse slowed down with confused huffs, your Prince following behind you not long afterwards. Looking back at him again, you were no longer able to smile at him genuinely, not when discomfort, and most of all shame, had to be forced down deep into your system. Beautiful, you resigned, he was too beautiful.

His servants were right. Maybe you really were ruining everything for him. His reputation was frowned upon to begin with for his less than infamous sexual endeavors, that he was more often sighted in casinos and bars instead of his study room.

The barrack guards had grown tired and weary of trying to stop the Crown Prince from leaving the royal grounds. No matter what they did, he always found a way to escape.

The only difference this time around was that their Prince no longer frequented such sinful places and met with women of all titles and backgrounds. No, this time, the Prince leapt from the tall walls that had never been much of a challenge considering his tall frame, not bothering to get a car or even a horse as he dashed straight to your studio.

Sweat dripped down from your face as you slammed a fist on the floor, tears about to erupt. You couldn’t complete this routine that you were so close into perfecting.

Your mind was simply just in a mess.

There was a conflicting war inside you – one with your heart that yearned to stay longer in His Highness’ presence out of mere selfishness, and one with your mind that told you it was dishnoroubale to taint his name like this. The last thing you wanted was to destroy and push both of you even further into falling from grace; both reputations and name already tarnished.

You’d truly be heartless if you kept going on.

But that didn’t change the fact that you were feeling comfortable with him, having found home in the Crown Prince’s warm arms and spontaneous kisses of all places.

Was it absurd? Undoubtedly so.

Could it be helped? You certainly could try.

And you’d been doing a great job so far; quite a daunting task you patted yourself in the back for. Avoiding the Prince when he’d made it clear he also enjoyed your company proved a lot harder than reaching your dreams, but you pushed through, locking yourself in the unused studio and training day and night.

It wasn’t working well – not on your part, anyway. You’d been here for hours, your clothes uncomfortably sticking to your skin and your water bottles were all emptied.

You’d never felt this tired.

You fell on your knees, palms flat on the floor and sweat salty as it trailed down to your lips. With a groan, you untied your shoes off and stared at the bruised and blued toes, a witness to the countless years of hard work. Your lip quivered as you massaged the sore muscles, tears about to spill as you remembered the Prince.

Beautiful, he was, flawless and porcelain in each movement and breath.

But you? You were battered, scarred, broken and bruised – why would he want you of all people? It was clear he’s had multiple lovers before you. No, scratch that, you were never a lover to begin with. It was all a sham, an agreement formed out of lame survival. There was no beauty in a lie.

The music playing from your stereo kept repeating on loop, this time the tune no longer unrecognizable as your soft cries echoed around the studio. You weren’t beautiful – not enough for him, at least – everyone made that very clear to you.

Just as you wiped your tears away at the back of your hand, standing up to continue another set as you refused to come back home without completing one perfect routine, the doors slammed open. Heavy breathing entered afterwards and you scowled – you worked tooth and bone to claim this place as yours, who dared enter? “This studio is private—” your words fell dry on your skin when a tuft of white hair trudged over to you, his usual placid face replaced with a firm sneer. “Y-Your Highness?”

“Why have you been avoiding me?”

His voice was nothing but demanding, the authority behind them only natural and befitting for someone like him. Each step he took forwards equated to a step backward until your back hit the mirrors, eyes wide as you gazed up at him.

Your voice came out weak. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t act like I’m stupid,” he pointed a finger at you, then scoffed, hands running through the soft locks of his air while he shook his head. You stood there grasping at your tights; having never seen the Prince lose his composure before. “I know you’ve been avoiding me. Every time I try to contact you, you never respond. When I ask your friends where you’ve been, they all tell me you’re busy practicing.”

Somehow, you managed to find your voice again, tone heavy and biting. “I am busy practicing, do you not see that?”

“It’s not the only thing you’re occupied with. Clearly, you are quite determined to stay away from me too,” he bellowed, his loud voice bouncing back from the emptiness of the room. The booming sound must’ve snapped him back to consciousness because Prince Satoru sighed, stepping closer until his warm hand cupped your cheek, starry blue eyes filled with worry and anguish. Had you caused this?

Beautiful, you frowned, that even in his demise he managed to look like fine art. “Why are you avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?” he softened, breath warm on your lips. “If yes, then tell me and I’ll do everything it takes to make up for it.”

You fisted his shirt; cheek faced his way because you couldn’t look him in the eye right now. There was no way you’d let him see you cry.

“I don’t understand you, Your Highness,” you murmured, “You’re about to be King – why do you bother yourself with someone like me? I’m nothing compared to you, and I detest being compared to you for I am more than worthy despite not being born of a high ranking like yours.”

Prince Satoru froze. “Is this what this is about? My title bothers you?”

“We should stop whatever we’re doing,” was all you said, pushing him away as gently as you could, ignoring the gnawing pain that grew inside of you when your palms landed on his chest. “It is lowly of me to take advantage of the Crown Prince’s kindness anyway. My success should be paved out of my own hard work and not because of my lame connections to the Crown Prince.”

“Lame connections? Is that all I am to you?”

“You are my Crown Prince, Your Highness,” you reminded him of the stark difference firmly, “You mean a lot to your people, but I do not mean anything to you. I am just another nameless performer lost in the crowd of a thousand other girls who wish to reach their dreams, even if such a star is far beyond our reach,” Tears had now fallen until they formed into crystals on your cheeks, and he blinked back, unsure of what to do. “Could you ever understand what that feels like? To yearn for something you know you could never have but hope for anyway?”

“It would be a lie if I said I did,” he admitted quietly, “But I think I’m beginning to understand. It would make sense to me now – if you keep pushing me away, that is.”

You shook your head begrudgingly. “Your Highness...we shouldn’t.”

“And why not? Who said we couldn’t?”

You don’t stop him this time when he stepped closer once more, trapping you between his arms until you clutched desperately at his shirt, his erratic heartbeat pulsing under your touch. “It’s just you and I – neither a prince nor a performer – simply man and woman who crave each other’s touch. What could be so wrong into giving into one’s desires?” you gasped when his lips fell at the juncture of your neck, your head immediately tilting to the side as you allowed him to ravage you. “You still haven’t given me the chance to let you know what I feel,” he cradled your jaw, caressing your skin as he breathed you’re your ear, voice low and sultry, begging even, “Would you really deny me the pleasure of showing you how beautiful you are to me right now?”

“Satoru,” you keened at his teeth tugging at your skin, fists clenched on shirt. “Touch me.”

“That’s all I ever wanted to do, darling.”

Satoru swept down to capture your lips in his, his grip firm on the swell of your ass he kept you close to him, pressed hip to hip and his hardened front grazing your core through the tights. He pulled a moan from you as he flipped your body over, lips finding home in your neck while his large hand cupped your breast, the other trailing down to finger at your clothed, damp pussy.

In this angle, you could see the despondent way you easily spread your legs for him, your pants like music to ears.

“Do you still not believe me when I say you are worth more than a pound of gold? Look at you – your dripping cunt shines harder than the diamonds I keep in my room,” the both of you groaned when he pushed a finger through your hole, your tights stretching and sucked in by your walls enough to outline the arousal that seeped through. “Maybe I should keep you instead, hmm, don’t you think? You’d be a far grander treasure than all those riches.”

“I am a woman,” you tugged at his hair, panting heavily as he kept fingering into you, his thumb grazing at the sensitive bundle of nerves that swelled under your tight clothes. “I am not to be reduced to a possession you acquire.”

“No, of course not. Nothing could ever replace you in this world,” he growled, harsh in his movements as he tore your clothes with minimal effort.

You yelped when your precious tights had been ripped to the sides, a hole revealing your core and your breasts barely covered with the flimsy fabric. Satoru shuffled his pants down before placing you right on his cock, swallowing your moans with each inch of his length that slid inside you.

Hands dug painfully into his hair, Satoru hissed at the pain, grinning to himself at how wet you were through just light touches and a sloppy kiss. You’ve been good for him, though, you were always good for him that he had to reward you, show you how beautiful you were, and he spread his legs apart, relishing in the sight of you being fucked onto his cock.

“Nothing feels better than your tight pussy, huh? Take a good look at yourself, you’re so fucking precious, taking me so well,” you could only moan in response, unable to take your eyes off the way his length disappeared inside you, a shiver chilling your spine when he grasped at your breasts, nipples tweaked between his fingers. “Nothing, nothing, nothing could compare to this. You feel like heaven, taste like bliss and forgiveness,” he licked at the salty sweat that drowned your body, one of his hands now rolling your clit between his fingers. You screamed, bouncing yourself harder on him with your nails dug deep into his thighs. “You will be the redemption of my darkened soul, are you not?”

“Maybe I will be,” you cried out, head lolled onto his shoulder.

Satoru hummed, his eyes dark and coated with lust when your breasts bounced in front of the mirror. Thanks to years of dancing, you barely felt a stretch when Satoru suddenly lifted your legs up until your thighs were embarrassingly squished against your chest. You knew why he did this; it wasn’t that hard to understand why when he narrowed his focus on the way your juices slipped down his cock, the sounds of your pussy squelching drowning out the operatic music.

Satoru kissed your cheeks to wipe your previous tears away, his hands nothing but grabby and possessive as he gripped the flesh of your thigh. “You already are, sweet thing.”

Pleasure had completely taken over you at this point, that familiar heat building up in your stomach until it snapped into two. Pupils blown wide open, you gasped as you came all over him, your cum creaming down onto his cock until it lined with a thick ring of cum.

It was filthy to say the least, and your body burned at the thought that you were disrespecting him, defiling him with the mess you’ve made. But the Prince only fucked into you harder, his teeth grazing at your already abused skin with relentless and merciless thrusts. He wasn’t lying when he said he’d show you how beautiful he found you, going hell and beyond because you felt nothing but worshipped when he kissed you feverishly, his moans romantic as he came. “S-Satoru!”

“That’s right,” he slipped a finger, the stretch adding a slight tinge of pain that had your hips rutting out in sensitivity, your hole clenching around his everything. “Cum for me. Come on, I know you can do it for me. You’re so good, sweetheart, come for me.”

You were mindlessly babbling his name as both of you came down from your highs. Satoru doesn’t stop once from running hands everywhere, gripping your hips, flicking your nipples, rubbing your clit, and running a finger down your slit to wipe your juices everywhere. It had become too much that you had to push his hand away, legs locking around his arms that refused to stop cupping your pussy.

“Do you see how beautiful you are?” he cooed, shameless and teasing when he brought his hands up to your face, fingers stretched to show the webbing of your arousal between them. “We made such a mess,” he chuckled, his kisses a lot softer now on your neck.

Beautiful, you whimpered internally as you fluttered around nothing.

Satoru must’ve grown an addiction to kissing your lips for he dived in one last time, murmuring the word you always tied him with until they felt printed, tattooed, on your skin. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to bask in this, your kisses slow and sensual as you both enjoyed this serene moment.

He came to this studio to prove you something.

He left the studio with a swelling heart, cheeks resting on your breast as he wrapped his arms around you in the comfort of your worn-out mattress as he asked, can I stay here longer with you?

The cheers and applause directed your way were deafening, the spotlight blinding as you bowed. You gasped for air, every muscle in your body screaming both with delight and exhaustion.

You could barely fathom the crowd hidden in darkness before you, the sight like a black sea, but instead of feeling like you were drowning, you don’t think you’d ever been able to breathe this well before. The smile on your face was bright – brighter than the star you’ve become and bigger than the galaxy and universe you’ve made for yourself – and you waved your arm gracefully, toes pointed outwards while the roses and flowers thrown your way came flooding like a waterfall.

You’d made it.

And through the crowd, at the back where someone the likes of him wasn’t supposed to be, His Majesty’s white hair stuck out like a sore thumb. His draperies were replaced with finer ornaments of gold embroidery, those large hands that had grown accustomed to holding yours and marking handprints on your delicate skin covered with gloves as he applauded, following the crowd from where they all stood.

Your smile directed him was nothing less of a beam, the stars he’d hung for you reflecting back in your eyes. Tears blurred the vision of him for a moment until you saw him again – crystal clear – his expression both proud and longing.

The memory of you and him had been a beautiful one, but it was distant and with each passing day, it blurred until it became nothing like swirls of I love you’s and good luck’s whispered onto one another’s skin. Your heart still soared and broke each time at the sight of him, the majestic Queen hanging off the arm that was locked with yours just years ago a painful reminder that there would always be an invisible divide between you and the Prince you’d fallen in love with.

There was no regret, however, in where things had led. You knew he loved his kind wife as much as he loved you, and he knew you loved him as much as you loved your career, and things were simply just…meant to be this way, you concluded.

It was never supposed to be a great love story that told of breaking traditions. Not all stories were meant to go against the odds; some were told to show that people could be capable of change without having to change anything. You were thankful, still so extremely grateful you met your beloved Prince even as he left the theatre before people crowded around him, leaving you to your devices until you retired back into the changing room, a set of rare flowers only a certain person could afford.

Beautiful, you cried as you picked up the card, his once messy scrawls improved into a neater cursive befitting for the new King.

And so it was that you parted ways, with him leading his country into further prosperity while you moved away and stole people’s hearts with each phenomenal show, one after the other.

Your summer rendezvous with the Prince was not meant to be a love story that went against all odds; you were there to save each other from reaching damnation, loving one another as passionately as your souls were able to until you picked each other back up.

Once the other stood firm, tall, and ready to take on the world with their bare hands, you pushed one another in your respective directions.

Beautiful, you smiled as you clutched at his present close to your heart where he’d built a garden out of itself, that we’d saved each other from falling from grace.

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