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kuromiiyuuu · 3 months

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"Forgive me." part ii, jjk men.

-in which you make up after a fight. part i.

toji, satoru, and nanami. (f)

genre, warnings. fluff, just pure fluff this time | none! |

notes i. so many of you requested for part two since the first one was just pure angst, so here it is, also wish me luck on my exams!

Toji. Rain is like a gentle symphony of tiny, rhythmic drumbeats. Each droplet dances and caresses the world, creating a soothing melody as it kisses the ground. The air carries a fresh, earthy scent, and the sound of raindrops provides a tranquil experience, turning the surroundings into a serene, tactile sensation.

You got out of the car where tension started to build up, not caring about the rain and how you were drenched from head to toe when you got inside your home. it was fine, you can manage being a little soaked. you closed the front door behind you with slight force, your face muscles weren't relaxing, you were still upset.

how could you just forget about the things he said? it hurted you. and you didn't even hear a single sorry from him.

you scoffed at the thought, taking your soaked coat before hanging it on the hanger.

your heels clicking against the floor as you make your way to the kitchen. giving little attention to the drop of temperature in the room. grabbing yourself a glass of water and drinking it.

"you should go shower." that deep voide of his that makes you feel like you're drowning everytime, made you gulp the liquid in your mouth hard.

"leave me alone." you bite at him, placing the glass of water on the counter with a little force indicating you were still angry, "jerk." you mumbled.

about to pass your boyfriend to head to your bedroom, you were stopped by his arm gripping on your upper arm. you looked at him with a slight widened eyes, "let go of me."

"no." toji simply refuses, you clicked your tongue followed with a glare towards him.

there was a pause, you were waiting for him to say the words. to say he didn't mean anything he said back there. but it never came, the only thing that came was his lips pressing against yours.

you instantly pushed him away by pressing your hands against his chest, "get off me."

"y/n." his voice, it was soft. not the usual sacrastic and smug tone he always has. for once it was serious and soft, it was almost as if you can feel his voice, it was gentle, "I'm sorry."

whenever fighting with toji, it's a heck of a fight for sure. he was never the guy to admit he's wrong or say sorry first, so right now... it was a first, this was the first time he ever crossed the line by yelling at you in public but also, this was the first where he apologized first.

your lips met in a tender dance, a convergence of shared emotions. Time seemed to pause, allowing the delicate exchange of feelings to unfold. The kiss held a symphony of sensations – a mixture of softness, warmth, and the subtle electricity of connection. In that fleeting moment, the world around them blurred, leaving only the intimate exchange of a promise, a whisper of shared passion that lingered in the air.

toji backed away slightly before looking right into your eyes, there was a pause before you spoke, "for once you lost a fight."

"well... it's better than losing you."

Satoru. he was never the man you can ever think of being faithful to one woman. before you he was a lost playboy, everyone knew that old habits never die and that's exactly the situation of your boyfriend.

you have been beating up yourself by tolerating such a man like himself. now it was the after math of the fight, both of you standing in front of each other with mere inches seperating you both from touching each other. his eyes held great longing in them and mostly guilt to whatever he has caused you.

he knew you didn't deserve it, he was a fucking waste of time and you... you needed something better, "I'm sorry, baby."

who was he kidding? he was gojo satoru, if you deserved someone better then, he'll be better.

"I know I fucked up, but stay with me until I completely fix myself." He says, this was never the things old satoru would say, he only thinks for his self, he didn't care if one judged his being, he didn't care what others simply think, he was his own person but now, he want nothing than to fix your thoughts of him after seeing how hurt you were because of him.

you loved him and it was the rare kind of love. you accepted the boy in all kinds of way, in his different kind of shapes.

"until when, satoru?"

he paused, he sees your eyes building up with tears again and he feels his knees getting weak because of them, "until our last breath."

your eyes widened, a tear leaving the premises of your eyelids without permission just like that.

"stay with me, let's find all the answers to all of our hows."

that single sentence took your breath away and before you knew it, his hand goes up to your cheeks before holding both sides gently. your heart completely surrenders in his sorrow.

As the evening unfolded its quiet embrace, you found solace in a shared intimacy. your foreheads gently leaned against each other, creating a bridge between two worlds. In that simple touch, a fusion of tenderness and understanding emerged, an unspoken language of affection. Time seemed to stand still as you both reveled in the quiet connection, finding comfort in the shared warmth that emanated from the closeness of your foreheads touching, creating a moment suspended in the gentle cadence of their love.

Nanami. the blonde man watches your back facing him as you sat on your side of the bed, he takes off his tie before placing it on his bed side table, his eyes not taking off of your figure.

his heart constantly breaking at this sight of you, you were right there, yet you felt so far away. he sighs, he messed up, he literally messed up badly.

he can see the way your shoulders move, the usual movement of the shoulders whenever someone is sobbing. he can hear the quiet sniffles of your nose you wanted so bad to keep quiet but he still can hear it. he can't forgive himself, not when he made you like this.

"my love?" he calls out softly, his voice sweet and gentle. showing no signs of hurting you.

you don't reply to him, instead, he gets a sob in reply. you couldn't hold it in, you were hurting and keeping quiet was just too hard. not when you're balling your eyes out without making a sound, it was something to be applaud of.

"I'm deeply sorry for our fight earlier, I crossed the line." he explains, his eyes still on your figure no matter what, "I'm willing to fix it with you again, I know we always do."

your figure sits up from the bed, your legs hanging from the side of the bed with your back still facing him and still crying, "you pained me, nanami."

he swore he heard his heart completely shattering, and before you knew it. he was already crouching in front of you.

Under the weight of your words, his eyes, once sharp and guarded, softened. The hardness that had lingered in his gaze melted away, replaced by a vulnerability that mirrored the tenderness in his heart.

it was as if a curtain had been drawn back, revealing the depth of his emotions, and in that moment, his softened eyes spoke volumes, conveying a silent understanding and a willingness to open up to the connection you both shared.

"I'm sorry, it hurts me to know that you're hurting because of me." he says in a gentler way, afraid he might hurt you again.

"You're a big meany." you say, wiping your tears away along with a hit on his buff chest, trying to make yourself feel better.

he laughs softly, grabbing your small hands in his large ones before placing it right on his cheeks enjoying the warmth coming from your own skin, the way your skin felt so soft against his, it felt so right.

"I deserve the most painful punishment in this world." he says, your puffy eyes finally looks back at his, "because I pained you. remember my love, it is you I can not sacrifice."

words in the fight he didn't mean, but right now, as both of you connect to the passion you both had. he meant those words more than anything in the world, and that is what you should be taking in.

as your arms entwined, it felt like a seamless fusion of warmth and connection. The embrace was a silent language, conveying emotions that words struggled to capture. In that moment, the world outside faded, leaving only the comforting embrace of shared vulnerability.

The gentle squeeze held promises of understanding, solace, and an unspoken promise to weather life's storms together. It was a sanctuary in a single gesture, where two souls found solace in the simple act of holding each other close.

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voidpetrova · 8 months

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the bet — carl gallagher x reader

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warnings and genre: swearing, use of alcohol — smut, angst, fluff

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synopsis: a bet between carl and his friends leads to a challenge: carl must make you fall for him within a month. but as he spends more time with you, he starts to question his intentions and develops genuine feelings. what happens when the lines between the bet and reality blur?

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amidst the colorful chaos of the south side, where life was a constant hustle and survival was an art form, two paths converged in a twist of fate. carl gallagher, known for his rebellious spirit and devil-may-care attitude, found himself drawn to you, the enigmatic newcomer who seemed to carry a world of secrets in your eyes. as the summer sun cast its golden glow over the neighborhood's worn streets, an unexpected connection began to unfold, setting in motion a series of events that would challenge your perceptions, unravel your vulnerabilities, and lead you down a path neither of you had foreseen.

your first encounter was a collision of worlds - his brash confidence against your guarded reserve. carl, with his mischievous grin, approached you like he did with every challenge life threw his way. yet, there was something different about you, a quiet strength that intrigued him more than he cared to admit. you, on the other hand, met his advances with a mixture of skepticism and curiosity, wondering what lay beneath his tough exterior. it was a dance of wit and banter, each exchange a step closer to understanding the other's hidden depths. as the days turned into nights filled with shared laughter, secret conversations, and stolen glances, an unspoken connection began to blossom - a connection that held the promise of something more profound than either of them could have anticipated.

but despite your initial sparks, carl was resolute in his determination to win the bet. he was convinced he could make anyone fall for him, and he approached the challenge with unwavering commitment. he continued to flirt, tease, and charm, each interaction calculated to make your heart skip a beat. he reveled in your reactions, the way your cheeks would flush or how you'd roll her eyes at his audacious comments.

as the south side's summer heat intensified, so did the tension between you two. your stolen glances grew linger, their touches more deliberate, and the electricity in the air became palpable. yet, you both held back, aware of the fragile nature of your connection and the possibility of getting hurt. it was a slow burn, a delicate dance of emotions that neither of you were quite ready to rush into.

“i missed you today,” he murmured as the school's bells began to chime. his voice held a hint of something genuine, but his eyes flickered with a knowing glint. it was as if he was both acknowledging a connection and reminding himself of the game he was playing. you looked at him, your expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. there was a moment of vulnerability in his words, a vulnerability that he quickly masked with a playful grin. “guess i'm just getting used to having you around.” he added with a wink, effectively diverting the conversation away from any deeper meaning.

you smiled at him, oblivious to his ulterior motive. “i miss hanging out with you and fi,” he grinned at your words. he was almost relieved you had devoted yourself to him and his family, including his older sister.

as the school day came to an end and you went your separate ways, carl's thoughts were a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. he was still determined to win the bet, to prove his prowess in matters of the heart. yet, there was a growing awareness that he was no longer just chasing a victory - he was chasing a feeling, a connection that had started to take root within him. he was treading on unfamiliar ground, torn between the thrill of the game and the pull of something deeper. and as he looked back at the school building one last time before disappearing into the bustling streets of the south side, he couldn't deny that the lines between the bet and reality were becoming increasingly blurred.

the day's sunlight cast a warm, golden glow over the gallagher house as you found yourselves seated on the worn-out couch. it was a rare moment of respite amidst the chaos of the south side, and you were both acutely aware of the fragile nature of their connection. you fidgeted with a loose thread on your jeans, your gaze fixed on the floor as you hesitated before speaking.

“you know, i've always admired lip,” you began softly, her voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. “he's got this passion for knowledge and a way of seeing the world that's magnetic. he's so pretty.” you glanced up at carl, your expression a mix of fondness and wistfulness. “i've always been drawn to him.”

carl's jaw clenched almost imperceptibly, a wave of jealousy igniting within him. he knew you were just sharing a piece of your past, but the thought of you admiring someone else, especially lip, tugged at something deep within him. he cleared his throat, trying to keep his tone nonchalant. “yeah, lip's got his moments, i guess.”

you sensed a shift in his demeanor, but you weren't quite sure what was behind it. taking a deep breath, you decided to open up a bit more, hoping to bridge the gap between them. “it's just, i've always been attracted to people who challenge me intellectually, who make me think in new ways.”

he nodded, though his attention had shifted inward, his mind grappling with a revelation he hadn't anticipated sharing so soon. he knew it was time to come clean, even if it meant risking the fragile connection you had built.

“look,” he began, his voice quieter now, “there's something i have to tell you.” you turned to him, eyes locking as a nervous expression crossed his face. “this entire thing—us—it started off as a bet, as a bet where i had to make you fall in love with me. but, everything changed. i changed.”

you looked at him, your eyes narrowing slightly as you tried to decipher his words. “changed how?”

he met your gaze, his eyes more vulnerable than you had ever seen them. “i started to care about you, not just because of the bet, but because—i genuinely like being around you. and i'm not sure what to do with that”

a mixture of surprise and hurt washed over you. you had sensed something shifting between you, but to hear him admit it so openly was both exhilarating and terrifying. “are you saying you have feelings for me?” he nodded, his expression earnest. “yeah, (y/n). i guess i am.”

anger flashed in your eyes as the pieces fell into place. “after all this time, all i was, was just another conquest in your game? a challenge to conquer?”

his face fell as he realized the gravity of his mistake. “no, that's not... i mean, it started that way, but it's not like that anymore. i care about you, and i wanted you to know the truth.”

tears welled up in your eyes as you looked away, trying to process the conflicting emotions that were coursing through you. “you played with my feelings, carl. you made me believe there was something real between us, and all along, it was just part of your game.”

he reached out, his hand hovering in the air as if he wanted to touch you but didn't dare. “i didn't mean for this to happen. i never wanted to hurt you.”

you let out a shaky breath, your voice trembling as you spoke. “you know, i thought there was something different about you. i thought you were someone i could trust. but now— now i don't even know who you are anymore.”

your words hit him like a punch to the gut. he hadn't meant for things to unravel this way, for you to see him as someone you couldn't trust. but he had to face the consequences of his actions, no matter how painful they were. as your tears spilled over, he felt a pang of regret that cut deeper than he could have imagined. the bet had transformed into something he never intended, and he had lost something far more valuable than any victory.

silence hung heavily in the room, broken only by the distant sounds of the neighborhood outside. it was a tense and fragile moment, the weight of your emotions filling the space between you. carl watched her, his heart aching at the sight of her tears, the pain he had caused etched across her face.

“i'm so sorry,” he finally whispered, his voice thick with regret. “i never wanted to hurt you. i didn't think it would get this far.”

you wiped away a tear, your gaze meeting his as you struggled to compose yourself. “you can't just expect me to forget everything and forgive you just like that,” you said softly, your voice quivering.

“i know,” he replied, his tone earnest. “i messed up, big time. but i'm telling you the truth now, and i'm not proud of what i did. i want you to know that.”

for a long moment, neither of you spoke. the weight of the truth hung in the air, a stark reminder of the complexities of your connection. slowly, you let out a sigh, your shoulders slumping as some of the tension left your body.

“i need time,” you said, your voice more steady now. “time to process everything, to figure out where we go from here.”

he nodded, understanding the gravity of your words. “i'll give you all the time i need.”

as the evening sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, orange glow through the windows, you both felt the weight of the moment. it was a turning point, a crossroads you had reached together.

days turned into weeks, and the dynamic between you two shifted. carl gave you space, respecting your need for time to heal and come to terms with what had happened. he focused on repairing the trust he had broken, taking steps to show you that his feelings were genuine and his regret was sincere.

one evening, as you found yourselves on the same rooftop where your connection had begun, you finally turned to him. your expression was a mix of uncertainty and vulnerability, but there was a glimmer of something else in your eyes - a willingness to see beyond the mistakes of the past.

“i've thought about it a lot,” you began, your voice soft but steady. “and i realize that we're all flawed, that we all make mistakes. you messed up, but i also saw something in you that i can't ignore.”

he met your gaze, his heart pounding as he held onto your words, unsure of what was to come.

“i don't know if i can trust you completely again,” you continued, your gaze searching his, “but i want to try.”

relief washed over him, a mixture of gratitude and hope filling his chest. “i understand if it takes time,” he said, his voice filled with sincerity. “i'll do whatever it takes to earn your trust back.”

you offered him a small smile, a hint of the connection you had shared before slowly starting to resurface. “let's start over,” you said, your voice a whisper carried by the breeze. “no more games, no more bets. just two people getting to know each other for who we really are.”

he nodded, his heart full of determination and a renewed sense of purpose. it wouldn't be easy, he knew, but he was willing to put in the effort to make things right. as you sat side by side, looking out at the twinkling lights of the south side, you knew that your journey was far from over. but you were willing to take the first steps, one day at a time, navigating the complexities of your emotions and the path that lay ahead.

#shameless #carl gallagher #carl x reader #carl gallagher x reader #lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher #fiona gallagher #x reader

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sinisteryanderescribe · 3 months

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Hello Sia I was thinking of what Norton's reaction if Nurse Reader if she got invited into the manor

Maybe in the ashes of memories timeline Nurse Reader is like an employee that the manor hired to help with Alice, because she isn't feeling well during the part 2

Then Nurse Reader saw Norton doing during the night or something

A Memorable Face

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Norton is likely to experience a range of emotions upon encountering you at the manor. Given his experiences in the mines, he might initially feel a mix of surprise, confusion, and perhaps even a tinge of gratitude upon seeing you again. The memories of the explosion, as well as the care and kindness you showed him during his recovery, could resurface, evoking a sense of nostalgia and perhaps even a renewed appreciation for you.

Moreover, Norton might undergo a transformation as he realizes the significance of you being at the manor. He may be compelled to reflect on his past behavior towards you, recognising how you had treated him with kindness and respect despite his initial coldness. This realisation may lead Norton to feel a sense of remorse and a desire to make amends for his past demeanor. Even though you may be a class higher than him, he couldn’t help but admit to having a soft spot for you.

Norton's heart raced as he stepped into the opulent halls of the manor, his mind still reeling from the enigmatic invitation that had brought him to this place. The memories of the mine explosion, the acrid scent of smoke, and the agonizing pain that had wracked his body flooded back with every echoing footstep. As he navigated the grand corridors, his thoughts drifted to the you who had tended to him during those dark days of recovery, your unwavering kindness a stark contrast to his own initial aloofness.

Meanwhile, you who was just hired by a strange manor just walked out of Alice’s room after tending to her, a sweet but noisy little thing she is. As you wandered the ornate halls of the manor, a sense of anticipation mingled with trepidation, your thoughts inevitably turning to the enigmatic figure of Norton, whose distant demeanor had not dulled the empathy and care you had shown him during his convalescence.

You’ve always wondered what could have happened to the man. After the accident of the explosion the news stated that there were no survivors but there was a few who got heavily injured and some who were reported missing…

It was under the moon's silvery gaze that your paths converged once more. Norton, his troubled gaze scanning the dimly lit ballroom, caught sight of you, a familiar figure amidst the gathering. Time seemed to stand still as your eyes met across the room, a torrent of unspoken emotions swirling between them. The years had etched lines of wisdom and resilience on your faces, yet the bond forged in the crucible of adversity remained palpable, an invisible thread that connected their souls.

For Norton, the sight of you reignited a long-buried ember of gratitude and remorse. His steps faltered as he approached you, the weight of unspoken apologies and newfound appreciation heavy on his tongue. As he stood before you, the flickering candlelight casting a soft glow on your features, he found himself at a loss for words.

…you were still as beautiful as ever.

In that fleeting moment, you beheld the man you had once nursed back to health, your hand tenderly cubbing his cheek, grazing your thumb on his cheek. His gruff exterior now softened by the passage of time. The echo of distant pain lingered in his eyes, yet beneath the surface, you glimpsed a glimmer of vulnerability that had eluded you before. As your gazes locked, an unspoken understanding passed between you, bridging the chasm of silence that had separated you for so long.

The touch of your soft skin stirred a tempest of emotions within Norton, kindling a fervent desire to express the depths of his guilt and remorse. Yet he didn’t know when to start.

With a reverent touch Norton gently wrapped his arms around you, drawing you into the shelter of his embrace. He found solace in the gentle curve of your waist, his touch a whispered vow of unyielding devotion. Pressing his lips against the crown of your head, his breath mingling with the soft tendrils of your hair.

“ Norton…”

The man said nothing but with a whispered sigh, he nuzzled his nose and face in your hair, inhaling the delicate fragrance that enveloped you. The heavy scent of your perfume stirred a symphony of memories, each note a testament to the enduring imprint you had left on his heart.

There’s so much to ask but right now, you stayed silent as you melted in Norton’s arms…

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isadoresmuse · 11 months

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Consuming Desires

Note: The following fanfiction contains mature content and is intended for readers who are 18 years old or above. Reader discretion is advised. While this story explores a power dynamic and intense emotions, it is essential to remember that consent and respect are crucial in any relationship.

The reader is only referred to as “you”/ Gender Neutral.

Word Count: 689

Yandere CEO OC x (Gender Neutral) Reader

As the sun set over the towering skyscrapers of the city, casting a warm golden glow, (Y/N) hurriedly gathered your belongings. Another long day as the assistant to the aloof CEO, Mr. Sebastian Blackwood, had come to an end. With a stack of papers clutched tightly in your hands, you made your way to his opulent office, the one place where their worlds converged.

The assistant's heart pounded in your chest as you reached the grand oak door. Knocking gently, awaiting his permission to enter. "Come in," his deep voice commanded, sending a shiver down your spine. (Y/N) pushed open the door and stepped into his domain.

Mr. Blackwood sat behind his mahogany desk; his brown eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your knees weak. He was a man of power, commanding respect from everyone in the company. His cold exterior hid a turbulent and obsessive nature, a lust simmering just below the surface.

"Mr. Blackwood, I've compiled the financial reports you requested," (Y/N) said, your voice steady despite the nervous flutter in your stomach. You placed the papers on his desk, your fingers brushing against his as you did so. The contact was electric, and a fleeting moment of vulnerability passed between them.

His hand shot out, grasping yours tightly. "Thank you, (Y/N)," he murmured, his voice laced with a mixture of gratitude and possessiveness. His touch lingered, his thumb caressing the back of their hand, sending shivers down their spine.

As their eyes locked, the air crackled with a complex tension. The power dynamic between them was palpable. (Y/N) was both captivated and terrified by the strength of their attraction to this mysterious man.

Days turned into weeks, and the undeniable chemistry between them only festered. Mr. Blackwood's masked lustful nature grew stronger, he wanted you, his sweet dutiful assistant. With that came increasingly protective of (Y/N), more interrupted conversation with male coworkers, less break time, and he couldn’t have you wandering around the office with the way men ogled you. He showered you with lavish gifts and unexpected gestures of affection (affection by his definition, brushing hands or standing painfully close that his body heat radiated off him), all while maintaining an iron grip on their professional relationship.

One evening, as the rest of the office emptied, leaving (Y/N) alone with Mr. Blackwood, he made his move. "You've become indispensable to me, (Y/N). I need you at my beck and call at all times, do you understand?" he ordered, his voice husky with desire.

Caught in his heated gaze, (Y/N) felt their resolve crumbling. His power was intoxicating, a dangerous allure that pulled you deeper into his web. You knew the risks, the consequences of indulging in this taboo connection, but the allure was too potent to resist.

The assistant found themself surrendering to his advances, allowing his touch to ignite a fire within. Their encounters were clandestine, hidden within the confines of his office. Behind closed doors, Mr. Blackwood unleashed his primal desires, while (Y/N) willingly submitted to his dominance.

Their power dynamic was palpable, each encounter further blurring the lines between professionalism and passion. (Y/N) became both his assistant and his muse, your purpose in his life intertwined with the intricate dance of desire and control.

But as your illicit affair consumed them, whispers began to circulate throughout the office. Jealousy and curiosity fueled the rumor mill, threatening to expose their secret. The threat of discovery only heightened the intensity of their encounters, each moment becoming more desperate and primal.

In the depths of their forbidden passion, (Y/N) found themself torn between the thrill of their stolen moments and the fear of what could befall them if their secret were revealed. Yet, despite the risks, you couldn't deny the intoxicating power Mr. Blackwood- no, Sebastian held over you, nor the unyielding desire that consumed them both.

Their dynamic danced on the edge of reason, a dangerous game they couldn't resist. In the shadows of the corporate world, their connection thrived, fueled by their shared hunger for control and submission.

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xasha777 · 2 months

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In the obscured corner of an abandoned amusement park, where the laughter of children had long since faded into an eerie silence, there stood a peculiar booth. Its paint was peeling, the colors faded, and a sign that once brightly declared "Madame Mystique's Marvels" was now barely legible.

Rumors had swirled through the neighboring towns about Madame Mystique—a creature of peculiar appearance, with a twisted horn atop her head, and a smile that could unsettle the steadiest of hearts. It was said that her eyes, vibrant and otherworldly, held visions of the future and glimpses into the darkest corners of one's soul.

As the tale was often told, a brave or perhaps foolish young man named Carter, fueled by the mocking dares of his friends and the legend of Madame Mystique, ventured into the park one moonless night. His heart pulsed with a mixture of skepticism and a desire to prove the myths wrong.

He found her booth by following a trail of odd trinkets that dangled from the skeletal trees—bright beads, small toys, and shimmering stones. There she sat, Madame Mystique, her grin wide and welcoming.

"Seek you the knowledge of the beyond?" she hissed, her voice like the rustle of dry leaves.

Carter, mustering his courage, nodded and asked for a glimpse of his future, expecting a performance, a sham.

The air chilled as she reached out a gnarled hand, adorned with an assortment of rings and baubles, touching his forehead. Her touch was cold and electric. His vision blurred, and the world turned a kaleidoscope of haunting colors.

He saw himself, not older but certainly not happier, running through the very same park, chased by an unseen terror. He watched in horror as his own figure stumbled, glanced back, and with a look of sheer panic, was consumed by darkness.

Snapping back to reality, Carter stumbled away from Madame Mystique, her cackling laughter echoing behind him. He ran from the booth, fleeing the park, and vowed never to return.

Yet, the vision poisoned his life like a relentless curse. His days were consumed by anxiety, and his nights, by nightmares of that dark pursuit. Carter became reclusive, distrusting the shadows that lingered around corners and the night that once held peace.

As years peeled away, the lines between reality and nightmare blurred. His friends, those who dared him long ago, watched as the vibrant young man they knew faded into a shell, haunted by the fear of his own inevitable future.

Then, one fateful evening, drawn by a force he could neither understand nor resist, Carter found himself at the gates of the old amusement park. It was as if the park itself was alive, its rusted gates creaking open to welcome him back.

Carter's steps were uncertain, trembling as he followed the same path lined with the bizarre trinkets that seemed to mock his arrival. The booth stood there still, but Madame Mystique was nowhere to be seen. Instead, there was only her chair, and resting upon it, a single, glowing crystal ball.

He reached out, compelled by a morbid fascination, and as his fingers brushed against the orb, the park lit up with ghostly lights. The merry-go-round spun wildly, its eerie music a distorted version of a once happy tune. And then, the chase began.

Nothing pursued Carter, yet he ran as if the hounds of hell were at his heels. His breaths were ragged, his heart a frenzied drumbeat in his chest. He dared not look back, for the fear of what might be there was too great.

In his flight, he did not see the old, rusted nail protruding from the ground. It caught his foot, and he fell, just as he had in his vision. The darkness around him seemed alive, pulsing with an ancient hunger.

Carter's scream pierced the night as the shadows converged upon him, a darkness so complete it swallowed all light, all hope. The park fell silent once more.

The next morning, Carter was nowhere to be found. The park remained a place of whispers and warnings, its legend growing with each telling. And in the heart of it all,

Madame Mystique's booth stood silent and watchful, waiting for the next soul brave or foolish enough to seek the visions within the crystal ball.

As for Carter, he was never seen again, his fate known only by the malevolent grin of Madame Mystique, should she ever emerge from the shadows of that cursed amusement park again. The twisted horn, the unnatural eyes, and the chilling laughter were the last pieces of the puzzle no one wished to complete.

And so the story spread, a warning to those who let their curiosity lure them into darkness. For in that park, amidst the rusted relics of joy, the horror of Madame Mystique's Marvels lived on, a reminder that some fates are worse than death, and some endings are far from happy.

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liightbringr · 2 months

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫.

@opyre asked: 💃 to slow dance with my muse.

𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 but sleep is so far from her reach. The crisp night air brought on by winds skating across the water brings enough chill that she's found refuge in a shawl. But she does not shirk away from that chill. In fact, it's a welcome thing. It reminds her of a not so distant time when the shores of Waloed weren't ravaged by the ambition of a mad king. When, once upon a time, she was not run out of her homeland by an abomination that king calls god. The thought alone draws a low breath from her; a sigh that lingers on the precipice of disappointment. Perhaps she even hopes for a day that Waloed could be habitable again. She is ever the hopeful one. In the coming moment she finds herself idly swaying to the music of a particular bard playing from the main hall. His chords tend to those who drink their nights away && soothe the aching hearts within their chests. She wonders if the same happens to her, reason enough that she sways to the melody thrummed free. But it is no sooner that she has settled into that rhythm that a tender touch catches against the crests of her shoulders. She knows instantly who's joined her && all of her woes are reduced to naught. His warmth is otherworldly && all-consuming. That which she willfully surrenders her somberness to---as if his existence alone heals her. A light, amused hum ensues. A cant of crown that ends against the line of his jaw. && while she wonders what keeps him from his bed this evening, she's grateful all the same. Evident in the way she shifts to face Joshua in the coming moment. May I? && his hand lifts to take her own. Her answer is wordless, albeit conveyed with a warm smile. The shawl falls away from her shoulders && barely hangs along the nooks of her elbows whilst falling into gracious step with him. Here, the inklings of her swelling joy have converged on the grandness of her smile. Shuffling steps, winding in tandem; she feels like air. All of her worries melt away && all that exists in this moment is she && beloved. Content to exist when his head rests against hers && he holds her like she's made of glass. As if naught else holds value to him the way she does. Save for the world they are determined to save from blight && fiend alike. If there is a last bastion for Eva's heart.. it is his arms.

#opyre #ask.#v; xvi.#cries... these two are literally just so soft #it's going to kill me one day

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akif122514 · 4 months

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Exploring the Charms of Fridays Riverside: A Riverside Oasis in the Heart of the City

Nestled along the scenic banks of the river, Fridays Riverside stands as a vibrant gem in the heart of the city, offering a haven for leisure seekers and urban explorers alike. Its allure lies not only in its picturesque location but also in the myriad of experiences it presents, creating an oasis that captivates visitors from the moment they arrive.

As the sun kisses the horizon, Fridays Riverside comes alive with an ambiance that transcends the ordinary. The evening breeze carries the laughter of patrons savoring delectable dishes at the array of dining options lining the promenade. From gourmet restaurants serving sumptuous cuisine to casual cafes offering a laid-back atmosphere, there's something to satiate every craving.

The magic of Fridays Riverside extends beyond culinary delights. The setting sun paints a breathtaking canvas in the sky, casting an ethereal glow on the tranquil waters. The riverside vista becomes a stage for nature's masterpiece, inviting visitors to revel in the serene beauty of the moment.

For those seeking a touch of sophistication, the cocktail bars and lounges provide a refined setting to unwind. Sipping on artisanal cocktails while watching the city lights dance upon the water creates an enchanting experience, making it an ideal spot for both intimate conversations and lively gatherings.

The allure of Fridays Riverside transcends the evening hours. By day, it transforms into a recreational paradise. The expansive riverside promenade beckons joggers, cyclists, and strollers, offering a scenic route to soak in the river's tranquility and the city's energy simultaneously.

Adventurers find solace in the array of water activities available. From kayaking along the gentle currents to enjoying sightseeing cruises that unveil the city's landmarks from a different perspective, the river becomes a playground for exploration and relaxation.

Moreover, Fridays Riverside often hosts vibrant events and entertainment, adding an extra layer of excitement to its already vibrant tapestry. From live music performances that serenade visitors to cultural festivals that celebrate the city's diversity, there's always something happening to captivate the senses.

One cannot overlook the community spirit that thrives at Fridays Riverside. Families gather for picnics on the lush lawns, friends come together for celebrations, and strangers find common ground in the shared appreciation of this scenic sanctuary. It fosters a sense of belonging, weaving memories that linger long after visitors depart.

Fridays Riverside transcends being a mere destination; it embodies an experience. It's a haven where the symphony of flavors, sights, and sounds converge to create an unforgettable tapestry of moments. Whether seeking tranquility amidst nature's beauty or reveling in the vibrant pulse of the city, this riverside oasis remains an enduring charm, inviting all who venture there to embrace its magic.

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dimetale · 5 months

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Written in Love-Filled Ink. Hold. Embrace. Tender; Master of Mind.

This emotional distress gradually saps away my vitality, rendering me ensnared by the tendrils of attachment. It is during these moments of weariness that the fervent hope takes root, a hope that envisions the dismantling of all walls that stand between us.

In the quiet recesses of my mind, a poignant ache lingers, born of the inability to touch the one I hold dear.

In the tapestry of desires, I find myself yearning for a reality where the lines between what is perceived and what is felt blur into an indistinguishable hue. Oh, how I wish for a world where the tangible and the intangible converge seamlessly, and the barriers that keep us apart dissolve like mist in the morning sun. In the depths of my longing, I find myself wishing for a realm where truth reveals itself without the need for questioning, where answers unfold effortlessly like the petals of a blooming flower.

The yearning extends beyond mere physical connection; it's a desire for a transcendence of uncertainties, a wish for a narrative written with the clarity of an unwavering pen.

Yet, intertwined with these fervent desires is a plea for simplicity—a desire for a reality where I no longer find myself in the position of having to ask, a realm where boundaries are instinctively understood, and the need for probing questions dissipates like echoes in the wind. In this contemplative space, the yearning transforms into a profound wish for a harmonious balance, where the complexities of seeking answers yield to the serenity of unspoken understanding.

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serephinastardust · 5 months

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The Book I'm writing: Requiem of the Rising Flames-Elixir's Pursuit: A Kitsune's Journey Rewrite #3 Book 1 Chapter 3

In the sacred moment when Sylara held the culmination of magic in both hands, the battlefield became a realm of ethereal brilliance. The radiant glow of Reincarnation hovered above one hand, its divine luminescence pulsating with the promise of renewal. In the other hand, Luminara's Embrace, the harmonious dance of Dragon and Kitsune magic, swirled with an otherworldly elegance.

The air itself quivered with the intensity of the magic she commanded, a celestial symphony playing out in the silence that blanketed the battleground. Sylara's essence, now on the brink of dissolution, retained an ethereal grace as she stood at the precipice of her final act.

Her final thoughts, a whispered dialogue with the universe, resonated through the corridors of her mind. For love, for loss, for the promise of a new beginning. Aiden, may your soul find peace in the embrace of rebirth.

As her body dissolved, Sylara, with a gentleness born of transcendence, placed the hand holding Reincarnation onto Aiden's still form. The magic enveloped him in a radiant embrace, a celestial current that promised the restoration of life.

In the same breath, she hurled Luminara's Embrace toward Malachar. The intertwining energies manifested into a luminous cascade that surged toward him with the force of a cosmic tempest. Dragon and Kitsune magic entwined in an intricate dance, forming a tapestry of light that sought to both create and consume.

As the spells took effect, the battlefield transformed. Aiden's form, touched by the grace of Reincarnation, seemed to shimmer with renewed vitality. Luminara's Embrace, on its inexorable path toward Malachar, blossomed into a celestial spectacle, casting an iridescent glow that painted the air with hues of transcendental power.

Yet, as the brilliance of Sylara's magic reached its zenith, Malachar, his malevolence undeterred, unleashed a countermeasure. His spell, a manifestation of the darkest void, streaked toward Sylara with an ominous intensity.

In that fleeting moment before the convergence of magic, their thoughtss intertwined. Sylara, resolute in her sacrifice, whispered a final farewell to the universe. For Twilight Reckoning, for love, for hope.

Malachar, sensing the imminent clash, let out a triumphant roar. "You cannot escape the void, little phoenix. Embrace the darkness that awaits!"

As the clash of magic reached its zenith, the malevolent void unleashed by Malachar converged with the remnants of Sylara's fading essence. The two opposing forces melded in an unholy union, a sinister dance that blurred the lines between light and shadow. Sylara's ethereal form, in the throes of dissolution, became a conduit for both creation and destruction.

In the tragic final moments, the residue of the dark spell found its mark on Aiden's form, now dissolving alongside Sylara. Their intertwined fates seemed to hang in the balance as the remnants of their essence lingered in the air.

Aiden's physical form dissolved, leaving only the tangible echoes of their love—the Phoenix Dragon Kitsune Amulet and the Phoenix Dragon Kitsune Ring. The amulet gleamed with the combined essence of the three magical bloodlines, its glow a testament to the extraordinary union that had defined Sylara's existence.

As the magical residue settled on Aiden, the amulet and ring remained untouched, as if safeguarded by an unseen force. The battlefield, now devoid of the mortal struggle that had transpired, bore witness to the aftermath of a sacrifice that resonated beyond the confines of the material world.

Meanwhile, Malachar, his malevolence undeterred by the collision of forces, found himself entwined in the radiant cascade of Luminara's Embrace. The celestial magic wove around him like an intricate tapestry, each thread a manifestation of the elements that had sought to defy his darkness.

In the throes of the spell, Malachar's defiant laughter echoed through the battlefield. "You thought you could imprison me, little phoenix? You've only delayed the inevitable. I am the void, and I will return stronger than ever."

The luminous embrace tightened around him, sealing the malevolent force within a cocoon of celestial light. Malachar's form contorted with the struggle against the magic that sought to confine him, but an air of sinister confidence clung to his words.

"As long as shadows exist, so shall I. You may have won this battle, but the war is far from over. Await my return, for the void is eternal!"

With a final, defiant roar, Malachar vanished within the radiant cascade of Luminara's Embrace, leaving behind a lingering echo of his malevolence. The battlefield, once a stage for heroism and sacrifice, now stood silent, the remnants of magic and love woven into the fabric of Twilight Rockoning's legacy.

As time passed, nature began its reclamation of the battlefield that had borne witness to the clash of titanic forces. The scars left by the battle gradually yielded to the persistent hands of nature, as flora and fauna emerged from the once-torn earth. The remnants of destruction were replaced by the gentle whispers of the wind, and the once-echoing cries of conflict were replaced by the harmonious symphony of the renewed land.

In the midst of this gradual renewal, the Phoenix Dragon Kitsune Amulet emitted a radiant light that pierced through the natural resurgence. The brilliance of the glow could be seen from the farthest reaches of immortal sight, a beacon that transcended the boundaries of time and space.

As the light expanded, it carried with it a prophecy—a vision of a future where the Phoenix Dragon Kitsune Blood would manifest once again. In a place known as the Azure Empire, a new protector would rise, inheriting the legacy of Sylara—the Supreme Sorceress. The light bore the essence of rebirth and the promise of a guardian who would stand against the encroaching darkness.

The prophecy echoed through the celestial expanse, resonating with the very fabric of destiny. The light held a tale of resilience, of the eternal cycle of creation and destruction, and the enduring spirit of those touched by the Phoenix Dragon Kitsune Blood.

As the light gradually faded, the Phoenix Dragon Kitsune Amulet and Ring vanished, leaving behind no trace of their existence. They were no longer bound to the fate of Sylara and Aiden but became artifacts of potential, waiting to be claimed by a cultivator worthy of their extraordinary power.

The landscape, once marked by the tumultuous clash of magic, now stood as a testament to the cyclical nature of existence. The prophecy lingered in the air, whispering of a future where the phoenix's flames would once again illuminate the path of a new protector in the vast expanse of the Azure Empire.

In the heart of the dense forest, bathed in the ethereal glow of the triple full moon, a young girl of about seven with silver hair cascading like a waterfall and eyes that sparkled like amethysts darted through the shadows. The night air whispered through the leaves, carrying with it a sense of urgency and trepidation as she fled from a mysterious figure that pursued her with relentless determination.

The moonlight painted a silver tapestry on the forest floor, revealing the intricate dance of shadows as the girl weaved through the ancient trees. Her breaths came in gasps, her heart racing with the primal instinct of survival. The air was thick with suspense, and the distant echoes of the chase reverberated through the silent expanse.

As the pursuit reached its zenith, the young girl found herself standing at the edge of a cliff overlooking the vast expanse of the sea. The moonlit waves crashed against the rocks below, their rhythmic melody a stark contrast to the tension that hung in the air.

The mysterious figure emerged from the shadows, shrouded in darkness and cloaked in an enigmatic aura. The triple full moon gazed down from the heavens, casting an otherworldly luminescence upon the cliffside battleground.

With determination burning in her amethyst eyes, the young girl turned to face her pursuer. She squared her shoulders, a tiny figure standing against the encroaching darkness. Her small hands clenched in fists as she summoned a courage beyond her years.

The mysterious figure, obscured by the night, stepped forward. A tension-filled silence lingered between them as the moonlight outlined the contours of their confrontation. The girl, though seemingly fragile, exuded a quiet strength that seemed to defy the shadows that sought to envelop her.

In the stillness of the night, the young girl prepared to face her mysterious adversary, the triple full moon casting an otherworldly glow upon the impending clash. The forest held its breath, and the sea whispered secrets as the confrontation unfolded on the cliffside canvas, under the watchful gaze of the celestial trio overhead.

The clash between the young girl, revealed to be Odessa, and the mysterious figure, Tristan Silvershade, erupted on the moonlit cliffside. Each movement was an intricate dance of shadows and moonlight, a ballet of conflict that unfolded in the hushed expanse.

Odessa, her silver hair now disheveled, dodged and weaved with a grace that defied her tender age. Tristan, shrouded in an enigmatic aura, countered each move with a fluidity that hinted at a mastery beyond the ordinary. Moonlight gleamed off the blades that clashed in the night air, casting a mesmerizing display of light and shadow.

In the midst of the skirmish, Tristan's movements became purposeful, calculated. With a swift maneuver, he managed to steal a momentary advantage, his hands moving with a precision that defied the chaos of the fight. In an instant, he grasped Odessa's arm, a gloved hand closing around her wrist.

The stolen moment was enough for Tristan to extract a droplet of Odessa's true Kitsune Blood. A surge of weakness coursed through her, the essence of her being now in the possession of the mysterious figure. Odessa stumbled backward, her strength draining away like the receding tide.

As the moonlight revealed Tristan's face, the mask of mystery fell away, unveiling the features of a young man with steely determination etched into his expression. A brief silence hung between them, broken only by the sound of the sea below.

Odessa's voice, strained and weakened, broke the quietude. "Why?" she gasped, her amethyst eyes wide with a mixture of confusion and fear.

Tristan, his gaze unwavering, responded with a solemn tone. "For my sister, Eliana. She carries a drop of Kitsune Blood as well, and I can't let her be outshone by someone like you."

The revelation hung heavy in the night air. Odessa, now fully aware of the stakes, began to panic. Her breaths came in short, labored gasps as Tristan prepared for a lethal blow.

In a surreal moment, Tristan's form briefly wavered. The silhouette of a little girl, roughly the same age as Odessa, flickered for an instant before reverting to the determined visage of the young man. The shift, an ephemeral glimpse into another reality, added an unsettling layer to the unfolding drama.

As panic gripped Odessa, Tristan raised his weapon, the moonlight glinting off the blade. The lethal blow hung suspended in the night, the cliffside battleground a stage for a struggle that transcended the physical. The moonlit sea bore witness to the clash of two intertwined destinies, one seeking dominance, the other fighting for survival.

As the moonlit cliffside held its breath in anticipation of Tristan's impending strike, another figure emerged from the shadows. Tristan, like an illusion swept away by a gust of wind, dissolved into nothingness, leaving only a lingering echo of his malevolence.

The newcomer was a young man, his molten gold locks catching the moonlight like strands of celestial fire. He stood with an air of quiet authority, his deep sapphire eyes piercing the night. The moonlit glow outlined his silhouette, casting an ethereal radiance that seemed to repel the encroaching darkness.

Odessa, weakened and breathless from her ordeal, gazed up at the newcomer. Her amethyst eyes met his deep sapphire gaze, and in that moment, the moonlit expanse became a canvas for a silent exchange. The clash of colors, amethyst and sapphire, resonated with an unspoken understanding that transcended the boundaries of words.

The young man extended a hand toward Odessa, a gesture that spoke of both solace and strength. As their eyes remained locked in the moonlit connection, he offered a silent reassurance that she was not alone in this enigmatic struggle.

"Xander," Odessa whispered, the name carrying with it a mixture of relief and gratitude. In the moonlit stillness, the weight of the night seemed to lift, replaced by the promise of an alliance against the looming shadows.

The molten gold locks framed Xander's face as he gazed down at Odessa, a beacon of stability in the turbulent sea of uncertainty. The sapphire eyes, deep and resolute, mirrored a determination to stand against the darkness that sought to unravel the tapestry of fate.

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existentialmagazine · 5 months

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Review: Shades of Oleander offer a dreamy alternative-rock haze of sound within ‘Room to Improve’, comprised of both warmth and pain

Like many other acts, Shades of Oleander found themselves birthed from the aftermath of turbulent times, rising from the pandemic and its isolation with a desire to reconnect and create. Crafting a narrative of resilience and artistic brilliance, this three-piece converged to create something extraordinary, meeting audiences of thousands with just their first singles alone. Now returning for the first time since 2021, the trio share their newest offering ‘Room to Improve’, an expansion on their already distinct sound with more of an overarching dreamlike concoction of lulling instrumentals.

Leaning into a hazy sound that’s akin to the wistful but beautiful longing a summer sunset can evoke, Shades of Oleander take you through an auditory journey within ‘Room to Improve’ that’s undeniably created to make you feel, to make you yearn for something you cannot even describe. With an intro of deeply reverberated guitar strums and a slow riff, the open-aired sound feels vast and intangible, lingering in isolation that leaves you feeling torn between serenity and solitude. The verse introduces steady drum beats, an easy-going sway accompanied by continued guitar twangs and newly added rich piano keys, together continuing to draw-out their light emphasis for effect. It’s hard not to resonate with this tender sound, wrapping a warm nostalgic air throughout every instrumental choice and the scarce amount of evolution throughout, a continuation that’s made even more poignant by the fact we cannot live through our memories in the same state of continuity. The gently sung vocal lines are filled with a breathy sort of raspiness, never harsh but always emotionally infused as each line clearly displays an interlinking personal connection, channeling the song’s melancholic downbeat styling with an equally sombre delivery.

Adhering to their staple passion for storytelling, ‘Room to Improve’ is just as meaningful as everything that Shades of Oleander have released, if not more. As they explore a connection between two lovers, the words of this enchanting single delve through the nuances of being in partnership when often things are clouded by the expectations of perfection. Opening with the haunting line ‘come on, my love, your hand in mine’, the sweet sincerity of their connection is established instantly, a sense of safety and familiarity in their touch with one another. Continuing ‘sweetly you sing; softly you sway’, Shades of Oleander explore how the mundane becomes so beautiful when you find yourself adoring someone’s every being, completely mesmerised by every little thing they do. The chorus hook pulls back from this bubble of rose-tinted perception though, leaning back into the past through the line ‘step on over remember the compass you made‘, an acknowledgement of how things once were and the good and bad that’s come since. Asking they reminisce, it’s clear they deem these memories cherished, still just as in love as ever before. Following with the line ‘give me room to improve on the path that we take’, the trio look into what others often neglect - the need to grow within your relationship. As many expect things to continue as easy and dreamily as ever, when in reality relationships are stability through turmoil and co-operation even in disagreement, together working through every bump in the road. It’s also clear that their path is now one conjoined, a separation from the visions they both had of their future, instead uniting on a journey together both beautiful and unknown. The next verse adds much more hesitation, lingering on lyrics like ‘rest if you must but it’s never the same’, illusive but carrying a tension that the rest of the song does not. With plenty to interpret and the realities of a union spoke about without sugarcoating, ‘Room to Improve’ is a gorgeous insight into a real and heartfelt love.

Check out ‘Room to Improve’ for yourself here to appreciate the trio’s aching lyricism and serene, tenderness of sound.

Written by: Tatiana Whybrow

Photo Credits: Unknown

// This coverage was supported and created via Musosoup, #SustainableCurator.

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alienzevents · 8 months

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Unveiling Extraordinary Event Production in Dubai: Crafting Unforgettable Experiences

In the dazzling metropolis of Dubai, where innovation and opulence converge, event production has transcended traditional boundaries, evolving into a realm of unparalleled creativity and sophistication. At the heart of this dynamic city, event production has become an art form, a fusion of technology, design, and imagination that transforms ordinary occasions into extraordinary experiences. Welcome to the realm of event production in Dubai, where dreams are woven into reality and the impossible becomes possible.

The Essence of Event Production

Event production is not merely about assembling elements; it's about orchestrating an immersive narrative that captivates attendees from the moment they step through the entrance. Each event carries its own essence, its unique story waiting to be told. In Dubai, event production companies embrace this philosophy with fervor, infusing every event with a touch of luxury, innovation, and cultural resonance.

Elevating Aesthetic Excellence

Dubai's skyline is a testament to architectural marvels, and this spirit of aesthetic excellence extends seamlessly into event production. Every event venue is meticulously chosen to harmonize with the theme, whether it's the sleek elegance of a modern hotel ballroom or the mystical allure of a desert oasis. The design is more than visual; it's an immersive experience that ignites the senses, from the texture of fabrics to the play of light and shadow.

Technology as a Canvas

Dubai's event production industry doesn't shy away from embracing cutting-edge technology. Projection mapping, holographic displays, and interactive installations have become integral to crafting memorable experiences. These innovations transport attendees to alternate realities, blurring the lines between the physical and the digital, leaving them awestruck and engaged.

Cultural Nuances and Diversity

Dubai's cosmopolitan nature is a melting pot of cultures, and event production here embraces this diversity wholeheartedly. Whether it's a traditional Emirati wedding or a global corporate summit, events are infused with cultural nuances that resonate with attendees on a personal level. It's about celebrating traditions while embracing modernity.

Meticulous Attention to Detail

The hallmark of exceptional event production is an unwavering dedication to detail. From the intricately designed centerpieces to the carefully curated music playlists, every element is meticulously chosen to create a cohesive and unforgettable experience. It's these details that linger in the minds of attendees long after the event concludes.

Collaborative Excellence

In Dubai's event production landscape, collaboration is paramount. A harmonious partnership between planners, designers, vendors, and clients ensures that every facet of the event aligns seamlessly. This collaborative approach is what fuels the creation of events that surpass expectations and stand as a testament to teamwork.

Sustainability and Innovation

As the world pivots towards sustainability, event production in Dubai leads the charge by integrating eco-friendly practices and innovative solutions. From solar-powered stages to zero-waste catering, sustainability intertwines seamlessly with luxury, creating events that not only leave a lasting impression but also contribute positively to the environment.

Crafting Unforgettable Memories

Event production in Dubai isn't limited to creating transient moments; it's about crafting memories that linger for a lifetime. Whether it's a grand corporate gala or an intimate wedding celebration, every event is a narrative carefully woven to resonate with attendees' emotions and leave an indelible mark on their hearts.

Conclusion

In the heart of Dubai's dazzling landscape, event production has evolved into an intricate dance of creativity, technology, culture, and meticulous craftsmanship. The city's event production companies have mastered the art of transcending expectations, crafting experiences that linger in memories and conversations long after the curtains fall. If you seek to be part of this realm, where events are transformed into extraordinary memories, Dubai stands ready to welcome you with open arms.

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hokuspokus-1 · 10 months

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A Symphony of Flavors: Delve into Our Exhilarating Cocktail Bar Menu

Welcome to Hokus Pokus – where the art of mixology meets the wonders of alchemy! Step into our underground alchemy lab, nestled in the heart of King's Cross, and embark on a journey inspired by Victorian quack doctor, James Morison. At Hokus Pokus, we have crafted a cocktail bar menu that combines the allure of 19th-century apothecary with a retro-futuristic steampunk twist. As you immerse yourself in our world of botanicals and elixirs, we promise an experience that will tantalize your taste buds and leave you enchanted, whatever the weather.

Embracing the Legacy of Doc Morison

The foundation of Hokus Pokus lies in the fascinating story of Doc Morison and his pursuit of a universal vegetable cure. Born in Scotland in 1770, Doc Morison's life journey took him to Aberdeen, Germany, the Baltic, the West Indies, and finally, London. It was here, just a few doors away from our current location, that he established the 'British College of Health' in 1828.

Doc Morison's remedy was based on botanical compounds, which he ingeniously prepared in pill form to be consumed with lemonade. While we may not make health claims like the good doctor, we draw inspiration from his boldness and adventure as we concoct our own range of delightful elixirs.

The Magic of Distilled Botanicals

Our signature cocktail collection boasts an exquisite selection of distilled botanicals. We take immense pride in the careful craft of each drink, combining premium spirits with a touch of enchantment. Whether you're a connoisseur or a curious seeker, our mixologists are devoted to creating libations that transport you to another realm with every sip.

Our Key Offerings:

Enchanted Elixirs: Indulge in our signature elixirs, where botanicals and spirits converge to create mesmerizing flavors. From the smoky mysteries of the "Potion of Ember" to the refreshing zing of the "Zestful Zephyr," each elixir is a work of liquid art.

Potions with Personality: Discover a range of cocktails tailored to your mood. Need a pick-me-up after a long day? Try the "Revitalizing Reviver." Feeling adventurous? The "Explorer's Elixir" awaits your curiosity.

Mystical Mixtures: Delve into the world of experimental mixtures that blur the lines between science and sorcery. The "Arcane Brew" and "Celestial Concoction" will leave you entranced.

The Steampunk Aesthetics

At Hokus Pokus, our ambiance is just as enchanting as our elixirs. Stepping into our bar is like entering a retro-futuristic steampunk engine room filled with wonders. The interior design is an ode to Victorian science, quack medicine, and esoteric literature, transporting you to a bygone era where magic and machinery coexist.

A Journey Beyond Imagination!

As we conclude this mystical journey through our cocktail bar menu, we invite you to experience the magic firsthand. At Hokus Pokus, we're not just bartenders; we're alchemists, infusing every drink with passion and artistry. Our goal is to enchant your senses, leaving you with memories that linger long after your visit.

So, join us at Hokus Pokus and unlock a world of flavors, where mixology and alchemy unite in harmony. Step into our underground sanctuary, raise your glass, and let the wonders of our crafted cocktails unfold before you. Cheers to a truly enchanting experience!

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touyaz · 2 years

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gojou satoru x gn reader | dark drabble

WARNINGS dark/ yandere gojou, toxic ex husband.

MINORS, AGELESS & BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ ONLY.

thinking about ex husband gojou........ you're no longer together, but that doesn't mean you're /separated/ from him. not when he acts as if being your shadow is his sole duty, not when he waits outside your door for you to get home from work, even though he's yet to return his copy of your keys.

the two of you are like parallel lines, he says, drinking straight out of the milk carton so when you have cereal the next morning, the taste of him lingers on your lips. and just like parallel lines, you're destined to stay beside one another, never touching, just striving for infinity. it's a never-ending venture of the other being there, but not quite. just out of reach. a ghost at your fingertips.

the two of you are like parallel lines, he says, /for now/. because the only man in the universe who has the power to make parallel lines perpendicular happens to be the only man in the universe you find yourself wanting. even when you know better. /especially/ when you know better.

it doesn't matter that he comes over without calling in advance and decides to spend the night in your bed. (nothing has to happen unless you want it to, he says. his hands wander a little, his breath wisps over places it shouldn't, but nothing happens because you /don't/ want it to. you don't. your dreams are bittersweet that night.)

nor does it matter when he drops in unannounced as you try to straighten out your life and aim for infinity once more — when you're discovering if he truly is the only man for you, or if there's a way you can rewrite your fate in the body of another.

none of that matters when he can undo your progress with a flick of his wrist. he's been blessed with his convergence — that innate, unstoppable power of his that keeps the two of you together, that makes sure the lines of your life stay laced with his until, eventually, they become one. intertwined; inseparable.

some days he wants to be with you, standing proudly at your side, hand-in-hand like you're the missing puzzle piece he's found after searching for so long; most days he wants to crawl inside you and settle deep in your marrow. let him fester in the cavity of your body until you're nothing without him. let him be the only thing you're ever reliant on. he doesn't want you slotted by his side for others to see and long for, he wants you running in his veins as the oxygen in his mind, as the blood raging through his blackened heart. it's a mutual dependency, a shared destruction. he won't ever let you fall without him. you can't tell if that's a blessing or a curse.

#sliightly toxic ex husband gjou who becomes even more overbearing when kids are brought into the mix #that is a hc for another day tho #mutual ? consumption my beloved #097 / mortality of a martyr #tw dark content #lmk if i need to add more!!#mine #mine.jjk #yandere gojo x reader #yandere gojou x reader

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nctsworld · 3 years

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completely floored

✩ jeno x reader | best friends to lovers | fluff | smut | 1.5k

SUMMARY | who knew gaming on the floor like you two used to could change everything between you and your best friend? WARNINGS | smut, floor s*x, oral s*x (m receiving) RATING | mature PROMPT | staring at each other’s lips for a moment before giving in REQ BY | anonymous

AUTHOR’S NOTE | bless up for the boring jalapeno teasers to give me inspo and i’ve been wanting to write jeno for a long time so hehe i also haven’t played uno in forever sorry if there’s anything off

In Jeno’s basement rental suite, you two are sitting comfortably near each other on his carpeted floor, playing Halo together with your backs leaning against his worn-down sofa.

“You doing okay?” Jeno asks with care, glancing over at your side of the TV screen where you’re blatantly struggling to stay alive from the onslaught of enemies. His gaze then falls on you for a second.

“Yep, doing great,” you singsong, sarcasm laced in your tone. He catches sight of you sticking out your tongue in frustration.

Jeno’s not sure why the expression from you comes off more cute to him than usual. He smiles to himself in amusement and turns his attention back to the game.

It’s been about six months since you’ve last hung out one on one with him. Third year of university has been busy for both of you, but you’ve managed to find some free time now that finals were finally over this semester.

And it feels exactly like old times from high school when you two used to sit on the floor at his parents’ house, gaming until the sun rose.

But things have definitely changed since then.

Like how gorgeous Jeno has gotten.

When you unsurprisingly die and have to wait to respawn until Jeno plows through the current batch of enemies, you waste your time in noticing his chiseled jaw line, the sexiness in his confident grin, and the raw attractiveness that exudes from him.

You shake your thoughts away, attributing them to how you probably just missed hanging out with him, along with the fact that you’ve been single for way too long.

After a couple more rounds of Halo, Uno replaces it as the next game of choice. Still on the floor, you’re now facing each other. About a few feet apart from you, Jeno has a leg pulled nearby to his chest, his arm resting on his raised knee. On the flipside, you’re sitting with lax legs bent onto their sides, parallel to the carpet.

The early rounds of Uno are peaceful, but as it progresses, playful competitiveness emerges. The game shifts drastically when Jeno suddenly plays a handful of draw four cards.

Your jaw swings open, shocked that he held onto so many for so long, and you complain about the unfairness of the situation. Smugly, Jeno shrugs and retorts back that’s simply how the game works.

Twisting your mouth to one side and squinting your eyes, you then drop your cards in a teasing state of anger and launch yourself towards him. Your best friend merely laughs as you attempt to punch him in the arm.

However, things take an unexpected turn. You lose balance and accidentally topple him down towards the carpet, your chest pressing atop of his.

Your faces are inches apart from one another. You’re both heavily breathing, practically inhaling the other’s air.

Each parties’ eyes flickers towards the other’s lips. Your gaze lingers longer than it should and you reprimand yourself because this is your best friend—your drop, dead gorgeous best friend who is looking at your lips with the same craving.

Chest to chest, your hearts race together, pounding against the other almost in sync. Carefully, with a gulp, Jeno gently palms your cheek. Your eyelids flutter to a close.

Lips meet and collide, and you lay your hands on the planes of his chest. You’ve always felt safe around Jeno, but you’ve never felt more safe with him than like this.

Soon enough, the kissing escalates, transforming into ones that drip of neediness and burning desire. Your touches dig deeper into each other. Throughout it, your shirt is thrown aside and you quickly attach yourself back onto him to help him rid of his layers.

Marking his body with a trail of hot kisses, you slowly make your descent towards his significantly hard desire. Seeing him shirtless is nothing new, but now that you have him up-close and all to yourself, you traverse his beauty without hurry.

Peeking up at him when you reach his abs, you see him looking right back with an intent, ravenous stare. Because you’re not used to it, you feel a tingle in your cheeks and brush some hair behind your ear as you continue your trek.

Once at your destination, you strip him of his jeans and brief-boxers. Gasping silently at the sight, his sizable cock springs out and slaps against his stomach. You lick your lips, wanting his length immediately in your mouth. Instead, you restrain yourself and leave feathery kisses upon it.

Jeno sighs at the minimal sensation, his erection twitching in yearning for more. His sighs melt, replaced by sharp gasps and the ruffling of eyebrows as you devour him whole. For what you can’t engulf with your mouth, you pump with your hand.

“God...” he pants, eyeing you closely with with his hands behind his head, bare arms flexing delectably. Saliva begins to pool around his base as you suck endlessly. He peels a hand away and runs his fingers through your hair. “You’re so beautiful.”

Coming up for air, you chuckle as you stroke him steadily. “You’re saying that ‘cause I just sucked you off.”

“No.” Jeno strongly disagrees, a stern glimmer obvious in his eye. Shaking his head, he rises onto his forearms and leans in right up to your face.

Your best friend whispers the following into your mouth as he rubs his thumb tenderly over your cheek—

“I’ve always thought you were beautiful.”

Another kiss, but this time, lips are crashing fiercely, like it’s the last time you’d ever kiss anybody. Jeno caresses your upper body and similarly, your hand continues to squeeze and jerk him off. Impatiently, you stand to hurriedly remove your bra and tug your bottoms off.

Jeno’s tongue drags along his lower jaw when you rush to your purse to grab a condom; he watches attentively at the perfect view of your ass.

You scuttle back and ease the rubber onto him, and within seconds, you’re sitting on his length. Once he’s completely inside, an acute throaty moan pierces the room and your head cranes back. You’ve never had anyone fill you up so full before, and yet, it doesn’t take much time to acclimatize to his girth.

Riding him, you bounce relentlessly with your weight on your knees and your hands graze his upper frame. You’re gone, blinded by ecstasy, but Jeno’s hazy look doesn’t stray from you.

His pretty fingers glide upward over your stomach, then over your breasts. At first, he thumbs your nipples to play with you prior to kneading them hungrily in their entirety.

Without warning, Jeno seizes your back with one hand and brings himself up, snatching your breasts into his mouth.

“Fuck, Jeno,” you exhale in pleasure, sinking your nails into his flexed back and shoulders. “What are we doing?”

“Do you wanna stop?” he asks between the snug puckering of his lips around your nubs.

“No, no,” you immediately reply, shaking your head profusely. “You feel too fucking good...”

When he’s finished loving your breasts, you gesture for him to lean back down during a kiss. Like before when you fell on him in the beginning, your chests are glued together again, this time now sans clothes.

Your lips maneuver over to his neck, attacking him with kisses, and you fuck him with the your ass jutting out. The wet slaps of your sexes intermingling, Jeno’s panting, and your whines penetrate your surroundings.

“I’m close, I’m close...” he says, his eyes rolling to the back of his head in timing for what’s about to happen.

Dragging yourself away from his neck, you kiss him fervently while you fasten your pace. He moans into your mouth as he unravels, his sweaty palms relaxing against your perspired back. You follow right after, practically reaching your peaks together.

After a few moments, you roll off and lay beside him. Both of you pant towards the ceiling in disbelief. The disbelief that runs through you is immersed with an underlying fear.

“Maybe I should get going...” you say unsurely, sitting up and looking at your clothes at the other side of the floor.

Just because you’ve had sex with him, it doesn’t mean Jeno still isn’t your best friend, nor does it rid of the fact that he knows your change of emotions like the back of his hand. He sits up too, warmly wraps an arm around your shoulder, and kisses the top of your nude arm.

“How about one more game?” he mumbles into your skin.

“Which game?” you whisper curiously.

One more peck, this time on your cheek.

“The game called Stay the Night.”

Your head turns to face him, gazes converging. He flashes you his saccharine smile, his eyes following suit and smiling as well.

“Can’t play it without you, but only if you want to.” He rubs the tip of his nose against yours, causing you to giggle. “What do you say?”

You get lost in his eyes, realizing that maybe you’ve always had something for Jeno, whether you were conscious of it or not.

Despite it all, you know your feelings aren’t unrequited. They can’t be, not with the way he’s looking at you as if you’re his entire world right now.

In response to his proposition, you lean in for another kiss. It’s definitely not the last kiss you give him tonight.

Not by a long shot.

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catty-words · 3 years

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an exhaustive list of things i love about “perfect harmony”:

- on a meta level, i am deeply obsessed with the fact that madison and charlie wrote it together because that’s such a clever way to give the actors more immediate access to a huge part of their characters’ intimacy AND because it’s a really nice mentorship move, affording two actors early in their careers the opportunity to push their creative limits

- luke singing step into my world when he’s actually taking a step into julie’s, both in the context of the fantasy and in the story more broadly, and how the world being that of a bittersweet love story ‘bout a girl reinforces this crafty juxtaposition

- much of the choreography being a mirror image of the dance julie just did with nick, starting with the hands and how carelessly julie can take nick’s vs. how much pathos goes into the moment she tries to grab onto luke’s

- julie’s ‘please reassure me through this’ look she gives to luke when their hands miss coming into contact twice and his ‘trust me, you got this’ eyebrow wiggling and subtle little nod

- and then the way she freaking Comes Alive when they finally do touch

- when the keyboard beat drops and just. the song currently exists solely in julie’s head so of course it’s driven forward by her instrument while being supported readily by luke’s lulling guitar (god i just *clenches fists* love subtext)

- nick’s lift being straightforward and about the act of the lift vs. both of luke’s lifts being more stylized and romantic

- the lyric when he goes, i know he doesn’t leave because it’s a playful line about luke being a ghost but also because luke’s not there in dance class yet he’s fully alive in julie’s head and heart she’s carrying him with her always the ROMANCE of it all

- speaking of ROMANCE her hand planted over his heart for the move that accompanies the lyric? top-shelf

- nick’s fancy floor moves ft. julie vs. luke’s fancier floor moves ft. fancier julie

- they just have the cutest flirty expressions here idk

- nick & julie’s clumsy and short-lived version of this move vs. luke & julie’s smooth af, lingering version

- the way all these mirrored moments add up to say that luke has fully supplanted nick as the loverboy of julie’s fantasy life and is clearly a far more complete person to her than nick ever was. on the flip side of that, though, is the way these mirrored moments speak to flynn’s line about julie ‘always want[ing] what she can’t have’...nick is there in real life and it’s less glamorous than the fantasy. which is only a small part of why julie’s going full ‘i am not looking i do not see it’ with nick’s feelings but the writing/framing is encouraging us to see that it’s still for sure a factor and i, for one, am compelled

- luke’s finger flare when he reaches his destination and they’re finally palm-to-palm and how it makes me need to lie down for a full hour

- smiiiiles

- and lastly, the way the complete song is chock full of lyrics that play with the convergence of these two people being in each other’s lives unnaturally (two worlds collide when i’m with you + we’re heaven on earth) and their connection being only more powerful for that fact (we come to life when we’re / in perfect harmony speaking to how they defy death through music + love me as i am / i’ll hold your music here inside my hand building on that to bring the deepest ‘music = the spark of life’ cut into being)

#julie and the phantoms #jatpedit #julie molina #luke patterson #gifs by catty #eml*#jatp meta #500 #did i really kick off this list getting emotional over resume building?#I SURE DID. and that's how you know i'm one of the adults in the fandom skgsdk #anyway #another lyric i'm obsessed with but can't quite fit onto the list because i try to go in chronological order #and the chronology of the shortened song is all off #is 'you set me free' sung by luke because. LITERALLY.#and then of course shout out to my jukebox tag #melody & words #in other news #i tried out a new skill for this list (the one moment fading into another thing) so please clap for me #it turned out quite nicely if i do say so myself

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