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saturnian-venus · 2 years

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astro notes pt. iv [beauty & fashion edition]

♤ most people with upturned catlike eyes have mars aspecting their ascendant ex: megan fox (mars conjunction ascendant) cardi b (mars square ascendant) jordin sparks (mars semi-square ascendant)

♤ ladies with jupiter aspecting their ascendant & taurus/libra inner placements are blessed with an alluring hourglass/opposing triangles figure ex: amber rose (jupiter trine ascendant + libra sun) christina hendricks (jupiter sextile ascendant + taurus sun) peggy lee (jupiter semi-sextile ascendant + taurus venus + libra mars)

♤ simple soft glam makeup look lovers probably have venus in earth signs aspecting the ascendant ex: jamie chung (taurus venus + venus trine ascendant) charlize theron (virgo venus + venus conjunction ascendant) sza (capricorn venus + venus semi-sextile ascendant)

♤ aphrodite (1388) aspecting venus can make you look very photogenic ex: cindy crawford (venus conjunct aphrodite) noah mills (venus conjunct aphrodite) naomi campbell (venus trine aphrodite)

♤ every moon in aries/1st house went through a red hair phase ex: janet jackson (aries moon) rosé (aries moon) gloria estefan (moon in the 1st house)

♤ an aspect that can contribute to having fairy/elf like features is a hard aspect between neptune and the asendant ex: sylvie testud (neptune square ascendant) rami malek (neptune opposite ascendant) kate bosworth (neptune inconjunction ascendant)

♤ females with a gorgeous tringale/pear shaped bodies usually have pluto aspecting their asendant & leo/sagittarius inner placements ex: beyoncé (pluto conjunction ascendant + leo mars) christina aguilera (pluto trine ascendant + sagittarius sun + sagittarius venus), rihanna (pluto inconjunction ascendant + sagittarius mars)

♤ people who have deep attractive voices oftentimes have mercury-pluto aspects ex: mark strong (mercury conjunction pluto) laurence fishburne (mercury semi-square pluto) alan rickman (mercury inconjunction pluto) or pluto in the 3rd house ex: martin luther king, emma stone & laura prepon

♤ having neptune aspecting the ascendant can give you downturned doelike eyes ex: paul mccartney (neptune conjunction ascendant) sylvester stallone (neptune square ascendant) grimes (neptune semi-square ascendant)

♤ celebrities known for their famous hairstyles tend to have fire venus combined with moon-venus aspects ex: audrey hepburn (aries venus + moon semi-square venus) whitney houston (leo venus + moon trine venus) farrah fawcett (sagittarius venus + moon opposite venus)

♤ hard sun-uranus aspects can cause asymmetrical face ex: ryan gosling (sun conjunction uranus) paris hilton (sun square uranus) angelina jolie (sun sesqui-quadrate uranus)

♤ people who have their sun/moon aspecting lilith have dark intense attractiveness ex: taissa farmiga (sun trine lilith) ben barnes (moon trine lilith) mia wasikowska (moon square lilith)

♤ the looking bizarre but in a sexy way aspect got to be uranus harsly aspecting the sun ex: anya taylor joy (sun square uranus) benedict cumberbatch (sun square uranus) gemma ward (sun semi-square uranus)

♤ saturn aspecting the asendant & aries/capricorn inner placements can give the individual model qualities ex: miranda kerr (saturn square ascendant + aries sun) gigi hadid (saturn semi-square ascendant + aries venus) vanessa paradis (saturn inconjunction ascendant + capricorn sun)

♤ most of bold heavy makeup lovers have fire venus in the 1st/10th house ex: dua lipa (leo venus in the 10th house) chungha (aries venus in the 10th house) katy perry (sagittarius venus in the 1st house)

♤ psyche (16) aspecting the sun people have an astonishing beauty ex: diane kruger (sun conjunct psyche) monica bellucci (sun trine psyche) aishwarya rai (sun semi-sextile psyche)

♤ famous for their iconic curly hair they got earth moons with sun/uranus aspects ex: andie macdowell (taurus moon + sun square uranus) corbin bleu (virgo moon + sun sextile uranus) keri russell (capricorn moon + sun inconjunction uranus)

♤ having cosmetic surgery to enhance what they got aspect is sun/asendant/midheaven semi-square venus ex: lana del rey (sun semi-square venus) hailey baldwin (asendant semi-square venus) jennifer lawrence (midheaven semi-square venus)

♤ narcissus (37117) conjunct/trine/sextile sun folks are in love with their reflection spends a lot of time in front the mirror and take mirror selfies

♤ big fans of bodycon clothings mostly have venus in a fire house ex: selena quintanilla (venus in the 1st house) famous for her signature looks with bodycon jumpsuits, khloe kardashian (venus in the 5th house) loves bodycon skirts/pants, kim kardashian (venus in the 9th house) most of her wardrobe consist of bodycon dresses

♤ most people with round captivating eyes have moon aspecting their ascendant ex: zooey deschanel (moon conjunction ascendant) dakota fanning (moon square ascendant) marion cotillard (moon semi-square ascendant)

♤ women with a graceful rectangle/banana shaped bodies could have mercury aspecting the ascendant & virgo/aquarius inner placements ex: charlotte rampling (mercury conjunction ascendant + aquarius sun + aquarius venus) zendaya (mercury trine ascendant + virgo sun) mitski (mercury sextile ascendant + virgo venus)

♤ the majority of people born with red hair have got aries/taurus in their big 6 with sun/mars aspects ex: jessica chestian (aries sun + aries venus + sun semi sextile mars) domhnall gleeson (taurus sun + taurus moon + taurus mars + sun conjunct mars) toby stephens (taurus sun + aries venus + sun sesqui-quadrate mars)

♤ water signs individuals like to put on blue eye contact lenses

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mcufan72 · 2 months

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Sugar and Cinnamon

Loki x female reader/ 18+

Chapter 6

Chapter 5

Warnings: contains fluff, smut, sex, oral sex, angst, alcohol, soft!dom/sub vibes, jealousy, dirty talking. It's a very long chapter (~9.5k words) so please be prepared! Some of you asked for it and I delivered.

Note: the dancing scene came to my mind when I walked through Soho/London a few weeks ago. It's also inspired by the dancing scene from the movie "Last Night in Soho" and you can find it on YouTube, and this is the song Anya Taylor-Joy and Matt Smith dance to... just to get a bit of the vibe ...and I couldn't resist to let MS make an appearance

I couldn't resist, my lovely @lokisprettygirl You already know that. Thanks for your help and for answering my special question and I sincerely hope I got it right...

This special part of the chapter is for you, my dearest (you'll know it when you read it)❤️🩷💚🤍

Loki couldn't remember the last time he felt that nervous and excited before an event. It must have been on Asgard when he was a young innocent prince, attending for the first time to a ball at the Asgardian Court, expected to dance with a princess for the very first time. He was delighted when Rhea sent him your confirmation for tonight's gala dinner and he looked forward to seeing you again. It wasn't even a real date, officially he booked you as his companion or as you were calling it, his arm candy. Nonetheless, he was grateful that you still wanted to spend time with him.

Dressed in black briefs after a relaxing bath which he took after returning from a run in Morris Canal Park, he stood in his closet and began to dress himself for the evening. For the gala dinner, he chose a black three-piece suit, perfectly tailored, excellently wrapping and emphasizing his muscular body. He combined it with a tight-fitting black shirt, and a dark-green tie which perfectly matched with the dark-green details of the waistcoat and the dark-green evening gown he gave to you, and finished his look with black leather shoes. He wished you would wear the dress tonight. He'd feel honoured. He had a further, little surprise for you. It was nothing special but he hoped you'd like it.

Nervous, nauseous, and excited. Three words to describe your condition. With trembling hands, you did your makeup and put on the dress. Why were you always so nervous when you had a date with Luke? You already slept with him so there was no need anymore to be nervous. You pulled your hair into a sleek tight bun like you always did, the knot high on your head this time. You'd prefer to wear your trainers but of course, you chose the elegant golden high heel sandals you had bought for events like these. They were just a further pair of beautiful little beasts but they perfectly rounded up the elegant design of the gown. You finished your look with the dark red lipstick and there she was: Sugar, ready to meet Luke. You grabbed your golden box clutch, studded with shimmering rhinestones, from the dresser and left your apartment, leaving all your problems behind. You wanted to enjoy this evening to the fullest. You deserved it, didn't you?

When you arrived at the event location, Luke was already waiting for you. Because of the evening darkness and the tinted car windows, you couldn't see what he was wearing but you were sure he would be the most handsome man tonight. He was always eye candy but for tonight he was your eye candy. Luke opened the door for you and offered you his hand helping you to get out of the limousine. You smiled brightly at him, happy to see him again. How could he look better every time you met him? He looked dashing in his tailored suit. Did his tie have the exact same colour as your evening gown? You found his attention to detail remarkable and adorable. What a man. What a wonderful, attentive man. Why wasn't he already taken? There must be a woman who would appreciate and want to be with a man like him.

Loki helped you to get out of the limousine and the first thing he saw were your beautiful legs and the elegant golden high heel sandals with the delicate straps on your feet. When you had left the car completely he smiled lovingly at you. You were wearing it, the evening gown he had chosen for you and you had no idea how happy you were making him. The evening gown hugged every curve of yours perfectly and the strong updo allowed an excellent view of your smooth neck and nearly bare back. You were so damn beautiful, and for tonight you were his and nobody would take you away from him.

“Good evening, Sugar. You look stunning in that dress. Absolutely gorgeous,” he gushed, one hand still hidden behind his back.

“And you look very dapper in your black suit. You're such a handsome man, Luke. And I like your tie, it looks gorgeous. I'm so happy to see you,” you complimented him.

“I hope I didn't overstep a boundary by sending you the evening gown. I just thought you might like it. Thank you for wearing it tonight. I feel extremely honoured,” and a hint of shyness appeared on his face.

“You didn't overstep, Luke. The dress is fantastic and I love it. It's perfect. You have an excellent taste for fashion. I don't deserve such a generous gift and I appreciate it. And also thanks for your lovely letter and I can assure you, I'm not mad at you. How could I, you don't owe me any excuse,” you explained to him sincerely.

His answer was a thankful smile and then he gave you what he had hidden behind his back. A little bouquet of multi-coloured wildflowers, tied together with a small green ribbon.

“Oh my god, Luke! Thank you! Thank you so much…how beautiful,” and your eyes teared up. You've gotten a lot of bouquets from some of your clients but none of them compared to this one. You never got a bouquet as pretty as this. You were sure he had poured his heart into it.

“Did you pick the flowers yourself?”, and you caressed the flowers.

“I did. I collected them in Morris Canal Park. I hope you like them,” he told you and you recognised a bit of shyness in his gaze.

“No man had ever done this for me. Thank you, Luke,” you whispered and pressed the flowers gently to your cleavage. You wanted to hug him but you didn't dare do it.

“It's nothing special but I…”

“Don't underestimate the beauty of self-picked flowers…and they are special. They're special to me because they're from you and I love them,” you interrupted him. You didn't want the flowers to wither and so you gave them to Walker who promised you to take care of them.

Loki felt like a little boy, trying to impress his first crush. He had never expected this cute reaction. He could've impressed you with a giant bouquet of roses but it seemed you appreciated the wildflowers more than any rose or lily he could've bought for you. You were amazing. How could you still be without a loving man by your side? You were so adorable… and naughty as well. A perfect combination.

“Shall we go in?” and as the gentleman he was, he offered you his arm.

“Yes, I'd love that!” and you two entered the location.

Loki introduced you to some of his business partners and finally, he wanted to introduce you to the host of the evening, Mr.Smith, who was still in a conversation. But he had already made eye contact with you. And then you understood what Rhea meant when she said, he's an attractive man. He wasn't a classic beautiful man but he definitely had an extremely charming aura. Almost as tall as Luke, he was lean but bulkier, had dark blonde hair and a sly smile which gave him something boyish and devious but in a very sympathetic way. His green deep-set eyes were sparkling with mischief and fun, and they had nearly the same stare as Luke's. The way he moved, spoke and behaved could captivate everyone under his spell. His elegant black tux and black bow tie perfectly rounded up his impressive appearance. You were sure a lot of women wouldn't say ‘no’ to him and your gaze wandered to an Indian beauty in an amazing black lehenga dress. This absolutely beautiful and elegant three-piece ensemble consisted of the actual lehenga, a long ankle-length and voluminous skirt, embellished with golden intricate embroidery, the choli, a well-fitted blouse top which emphasized her perfectly formed torso and the dupatta, a scarf which she had draped around her stunning outfit. Her waist-length and nearly black hair shimmered like black velvet and cascaded over her back, her big and sparkling dark-brown eyes were the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen. She was such a stunning eye-catcher and you didn't miss how Mr Smith looked at her from time to time. You knew that kind of gaze very well, not just from your clients and every time their gazes met, they both quickly looked away. It was kind of adorable. One might think he was totally smitten by the Indian beauty and nobody could blame him for this, she was one of the most beautiful women at tonight's gala.

“I don't like the way he looks at you,” Loki growled quietly.

“Do I hear some jealousy in your voice, Mr.Larsson?” you teased him. You didn't want to annoy him, you just wanted to see his reaction. You didn't want him to fall in love with you, he paid for your company but nonetheless you wanted him to desire you. You knew that was weird but tonight you were just his, and he was just yours, right?

“What? No, of course not! You're my escort, not my wife,” he frowned, pressing his lips firmly together, his jaw clenching.

“No, I'm not your wife. A pity, actually,” you teased him further and he side-eyed you, the expression on his face unreadable.

At this moment Mr Smith ended his conversation and came over to you two.

“What a beautiful sight at my friend's side… good evening, Miss…?

“...Black, I'm Miss Black,” you greeted him and he took your hand in his and gave a brief kiss to your knuckles.

“You look gorgeous, Miss Black, a further sparkling diamond at my party,” his deep-settled eyes staring flirtatious into yours and a sexy smile curved one corner of his mouth. He grabbed a glass of champagne from a waiter, who passed by with a tablet of filled champagne glasses, and gave it to you.

“Thank you for completing me, Mr Smith,” and you took the offered glass of champagne from his hand. “It's a pleasure to meet you,” you responded tantalizingly and held his gaze.

“The pleasure is all mine, Miss Black and I hope you enjoy the evening. Eat, drink, dance and have fun,” he encouraged you and he turned towards Loki. Mr.Smith was such a player, a sexy lad, you've already sensed that.

“Luke, my old friend, what a pleasure to have you here. I hope you enjoy the evening,” and he shook Loki's hand and placed his other hand amicably on Loki's shoulder.

“Matt, it is a pleasure to meet you, as always and thank you for the invitation," he answered, slightly annoyed and both appraisingly staring into each other's eyes. After a short conversation, Mr.Smith left to order a drink for himself at the bar.

You sensed the tension in Luke's shoulders and you suppressed a grin. He was a bit possessive over you, wasn't he? Since you worked as an escort lady, you were used to a man’s behaviour like Mr.Smith’s. You did everything to get these reactions, through clothes, style, and attitude because every man you saw could become your client. But all of this was a costume, a mask. That wasn't you. Luke would never want you or even like the woman and her problems, who were hidden behind that mask. The woman behind all the makeup and the dark-red lipstick. The woman who called herself ‘Sugar’.

“He was just being polite, and there's nothing wrong about it. He's interested in someone else so, relax Luke, he really was just being nice,” and he side-eyed you again, with raised eyebrows.

He was just being nice? Interested in someone else? You were a head-turner, an eye-catcher tonight and he just saw this guy lustfully staring at you and the only thing he could think about was that no man should ever chase after a girl on a friend’s turf. He saw you taking a sip of champagne, turning your head and grinning at him.

Between the main courses and the serving of the desserts was a pause so that everyone could take a short walk, have some drinks at the bar or enter the dance floor. Shortly before Loki wanted to ask you to dance with him, Mr.Smith came back to you, a glass of bourbon in his hand. With the biggest mischievous smirk on his face, he addressed Loki with a question.

“Would you allow me to dance with your charming companion?”

“You don't have to ask me. You have to ask the lady,” he said to Matt, giving him a fake smile.

“I think I should allow our host of the evening to dance with me, shouldn't I, Luke?” and Mr.Smith took you by your hand.

You would never understand why you had fun annoying Luke and where your self-confidence came from. Why did you want to provoke a reaction from him? And what kind of reaction did you expect? You didn't understand yourself anymore. Did you expect him to fight for his right to dance with you because he paid you for your company? You knew that Mr Smith just wanted to provoke a reaction from that gorgeous-looking Indian lady his eyes had been glued to for over several hours now. He couldn't fool you.

“I'm on to you, Mr. Smith but…Let's play a little game," you said to him while he led you to the dance floor. “But don't you dare play with her, she likes you,” you warned him.

“What do you mean, Miss Black?” He tried to play ignorant.

“Mr.Smith, don't fool me. I just dance with you when you spend the rest of the evening with her and dance with her only,” you answered demandingly, smiling at him.

“Her? Who is ‘her’?”

“The beautiful lady in the black lehenga.”

“I don't dare ask her. I'm sure she doesn't find me pretty enough, not good enough for her.”

“Then you probably should stop eye-fucking each other all evening… it's pretty obvious that you like her… and she likes you,” and you sensed he felt caught.

“Likewise,” he mocked you, "Mr Larsson is eye-fucking you as well, so… you two are not any better than us. It's obvious how possessive he's over you,” and he crowned his statement with a smug smile.

“I see we're speaking the same language, Mr.Smith. Get your girl, she likes you more than you think and believe me, you are very attractive and charming,” you tried to convince him.

“Thank you for saying that, you're very kind...And you go and get your man before he combusts with jealousy… he's addicted to you. And by the way, call me Matt.”

Before you could answer anything the music started to play and Matt began to dance with you.

“You're not his girlfriend, are you?” And he twirled you around.

“What makes you think I'm not?” you asked when you faced him again.

“Don't get me wrong, you're beautiful and charming but he's more the type for fake dating, he never wants to be connected to someone or be close to someone, nonetheless…,” you danced several steps away from him and twirled back into his arm, “…he's undressing you with his eyes,” and he twirled you around again and when you danced face to face again, he held you by your midriff, swaying to the rhythm.

“Why does it bother you? You should mind your own business, Matt. And to be very clear, I'll never date you, it'll always be him and you better take care of the Indian beauty over there. You should really ask her to dance with you … I'm not the one that you want,” you said kindly.

“Yeah, you might be right. I think if Luke is addicted to your personality and not just your body, then he may be falling for you.”

“I think we shouldn't play cruel games with them. We both have what we want, both are furious with jealousy. We should redeem them from their suffering, shouldn't we?” you suggested.

“You're an amazing woman, Miss Black, no man can fool you, indeed.”

“Not in this case, I guess, and… you can call me Candy,” you responded and with that the song ended, your dance was over and you both left the dance floor, walking towards Loki who was waiting for you with an annoyed expression on his face.

That was it. That was the reason why he hated it that you worked as an escort. Other men touching you, lustfully looking at you, dancing with you the tantalizing way Matt just did… This guy was too close, his hand too low on your back, his gaze at you too intimate. Loki fumed with jealousy. All those men didn't deserve you. He didn't deserve you either but he must do something to get you out of the escort business and he better not run out of ideas.

“Thank you for this nice conversation and the dance, Matt,” you thanked him with a bright smile.

“The pleasure was all mine, Candy. Thank you very much for telling me about your opinion and enjoy the rest of the evening.” Loki looked unbelievingly back and forth between you two, frowning.

“Relax, mate, she talked about you only,” Matt said to Loki, patted his shoulder and walked over to the bar.

“Candy? What?” Loki was confused.

“It's my second name, don't think about it further…oh and you can relax, Matt is off the market, he's no competition for you. He never was,” you smiled defiantly at him, clearly feeling the tension in his body. When the next song started, you saw Matt entering the dance floor with the Indian lady. ‘What a beautiful couple,’ you thought and smiled.

You could be such a bratty girl. You did it on purpose, didn't you? You had forbidden him to fall in love with you but you didn't hesitate to tease him like this? Maybe he should give you a proper and all-devouring kiss, here and now so that you and everyone else know, you belong to him. No, no he should not do that. You didn't belong to him. You were your own person and you could do whatever you wanted to do. But he had enough. He grabbed you by your upper arm and pulled you with him into an undisturbed, dark corner and pressed you with his whole body against the wall, breathing heavily.

“What are you thinking you're doing here, hm? Teasing me like that, here in public? Want me to fuck against the wall? Now? Hard, quick, deep?”

“Maybe? You wanted to show me pleasure…”

“You're such a tease. You in that dress… have you any idea what you're doing to me?”

“You wanted me to wear it…”

“Oh yes, because I knew how amazingly sexy you would look in it. And I wanted you to be one of the most gorgeous-looking women tonight because you deserve it. And I'm proud to be the man by your side,” he growled softly.

“Why didn't you want to dance with me? You let him dance with me but don't demand your right to a dance from me? You pay for me and my services. Why don't you force me to do my job?” you asked him quietly, still caged between him and the wall.

“I don't chase, I attract and to make myself very clear, I won't force you to do anything!” His voice dropped to subzero temperatures, dryer than gin.

“And believe me, Sugar, the kind of dance I'm thinking of, is not meant for the dance floor. All you have to do is ask me.”

“You can ask me the same question, I'm your escort, you pay for me, you can possibly demand it from me,” you provoked him further, a tantalizing smile on your lips.

“I'd never do that. I'd never force you. I'm still not sure if you want to do it at all so you'll have to be the one to ask!”

There it was again. He tried to give you the feeling that you were the centre of everything, that he was there to please you, not the other way around. You grabbed his tie and pulled his face closer to yours.

“I want to sleep with you, I want to make it up to you, I want to erase my mistake. I want you to play with me. And I want to try new things,” you whispered, your lips slightly brushing his earlobe, making him shiver. “Play with me, I allow you to kiss my whole body, if you want to, except my face,” you offered him sweetly.

“So you allow me to play with you? Are you sure?”

“Yes, show me pleasure, Luke. Show me how to give in to you, show me how to do it right. I won't disappoint you again,” you promised him.

“I'll do whatever you want and whatever you allow me to do. You won't regret it and believe me, you did nothing wrong or disappointed me,” and he pressed a gentle kiss on the soft flesh of your throat, his hand caressing the part of your naked thigh where the gown had the slit. Your hands clasped his shoulders and you felt his muscles tensing. You lifted the leg he was caressing and hooked it around his waist. He immediately pressed his hips against your throbbing core and you felt his cock hardening.

“We should stop doing this, Luke. We don't want to cause attention, do we? We should continue our ‘dance’ in the hotel suite later,” you moaned faintly.

“You have a valid point there. I don't want anyone to look at you while I tear you apart,” and he gave your butt a gentle squeeze. You felt so good in his arms, too good.

You giggled like a schoolgirl and loosened yourself from his lustful grip, took him by his hand and intertwined your fingers with his. It felt so familiar as if he were your lover, not your client.

“Let's get something to drink. And I need to sit down somewhere…my feet…”

“…are killing you. The little beasts, right?”

“Yeah, sorry. I shouldn't complain so much.”

“It's alright, sweet thing. We'll drink something and you can put your aching feet on my thighs if you want… underneath the table, of course. No one has to see it,” and he winked at you.

“You're adorable, Luke. I don't deserve it. Come, I need a cool beverage now… and…”

“…a dessert, yeah. I already know that. Sometimes I think it's the only reason why you escort me to dinner events,” he joked and teased you and he got a heartwarming laughter from you. You were so devastatingly beautiful when you were laughing. He shouldn't allow himself the feeling but you grew on him more and more.

“You might be right, Mr.Larsson,” was the only thing you could answer him. Desserts were definitely your weakness.

On your way to the dining area, you saw Matt and his beautiful Indian lady heavily making out in another dark corner of the location, both completely melting into each other's arms and forgetting the world around them.

“Shhhh,” you gestured to Luke, “we don't want to disturb them” and you both sneaked silently past them. You couldn't deny that you wouldn't mind Luke Larsson kissing you the same way Matt kissed his girl but unfortunately … you'd never kiss a client.

“I don't like desserts. I don't have a sweet tooth.” Loki complained when you both sat at a dining table to eat some dessert, sitting opposite to each other.

“Who doesn't like desserts? I still don't get it. It's the best thing about a meal. The culmination of every menu… sweet and a melting pleasure on the tongue…,” you gushed.

“I hate it, okay!”

“No, you don't!”

“I do!”

“No, you don't!”

“I do...mpffhh…” and you shoved a spoonful of chocolate mousse with cream into his mouth before he could speak further nonsense. The delightful glance in his eyes when the taste buds of his tongue were pleasantly surprised by the dark chocolate, told you otherwise. A blissful moan rumbled in his throat, making you smile.

“As I said. You don't hate desserts,” you stated knowingly.

“You forced me to eat it!” He frowned and pouted, licking the last droplets of mousse from his lips. “Can I have some more?” He whispered, barely audible to you.

“What did you say?” You mocked him.

“Can I have some more, please?”

“I'm sorry, it was the last one on the buffet… Well, you shouldn't be too disappointed that you can't have more, Luke, because you hate desserts, right?” A mischievous grin curved your lips.

“Hm!” He pouted and crossed his arms in front of his chest, trying to avoid showing his disappointment. “It's not as bad as I thought it would be… but, yeah you're right. I still hate it.”

You chuckled silently and recognised how cute he was at that moment. Trying hard to hold on to his opinion about desserts and not to show you how much he truly liked it after tasting it. Gosh, he was so adorable.

“You can tell me that you've changed your opinion about desserts. It's nothing to be ashamed of. And we can share my chocolate mousse if you want,” you told him softly.

“I appreciate it, Sugar, thanks. Enjoy your chocolate mousse. Come, place your foot on my thigh, sweet thing,” and you did.

Loki opened the straps of your sandal, took it off your foot, placed it on the free chair next to him and began to massage your aching foot and the toes tenderly but with the right amount of gentle pressure.

“Gosh, that feels so good,” you sighed blissfully and enjoyed his tender hand kneading your foot for several minutes.

“Now the other foot,” he said and gave it the same attention and care as he did with your other foot. You moaned blissfully again and the way Luke glanced at you was arousing you. When his fingers massaged around your ankle, you jumped at the opportunity rubbing your foot over his crotch and you felt him getting hard. You looked enticing at him and his pupils dilated with arising lust.

“You're such a bratty girl,” and he pressed a thumb into your bunion, hitting the right spot. You hissed lustfully and a dull throb in your core made you feel all giddy.

“Shall we leave for the hotel?” You asked him and he just nodded. He came over to you and gave you your shoes and when you put the first sandal on he bent down on one knee and fastened the straps.

“Luke, please, get up. I can do this on my own,” you begged him vehemently. He wasn't your servant and he certainly did not have to do this.

“You wear this torturous footwear for me so helping you with your shoes is a bare minimum,” he declared.

You stood up from your chair and stood close to him. He leaned into you and you put your hand on his shoulder. Your cheek gently touched his cheek when you whispered a soft “Thank you” into his ear.

Your closeness and your scent intoxicated him. His one hand wrapped automatically around your middle and pulled you closer to him. The way you gave in to his movement without any hesitation came so naturally that he immediately felt wanted. He couldn't believe that you were just pretending to want him. But it was maybe just your art of seduction and your magic allure that blurred his mind and made him succumb to you.

When you arrived at the hotel and finally in the same suite as the last time, you both didn't waste any time. You quickly prepared the things you needed to be prepared and put your kimono and a lace bra on the backrest of the chair. The purpose of being here again was more than clear. Loki took his jacket off, as well as the waistcoat and the tie. He would need the tie later. He opened his shirt completely but let the hem stay in the waistband of his trousers. He took a seat in the armchair and spread his long legs wide.

You stood opposite him, getting off of your high-heeled sandals and watching him getting partly undressed and taking a seat in the leather armchair, his shirt completely open. Every muscle in his arms and thighs and torso was flexing and relaxing while doing it and it sent a shiver down your spine and directly to your cunt. When there was one thing you hated, that disgusted you to the core, it was men sitting with wide-spread legs. Normally it disgusted you but Loki doing it did something to you, you had never expected. It aroused you, you wanted to sit on his lap or … humping one of his beautiful, muscled thighs. God, if you didn't shove those thoughts away immediately you would've turned into a wanton whore sooner than you thought. Nonetheless, you couldn't stop staring at his prominent bulge. This man was too sexy. His whole body screamed sex.

“Do you like what you see?" he teased you, an arrogant grin on his face while slowly rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.

"W…what?"

“I asked, do you like what you see?” And he placed his now bare forearms on the armrest of the armchair again, his long fingers curling around the ends.

“I hate it when a guy sits like a man whore.” Loki chuckled darkly, smugness written all over his face.

“You like it!”

“I hate it,” you murmured.

“Liar! Come here, Sugar!” Loki pronounced every single word, his voice deep and rich.

You looked at him and a smirk appeared at the corner of your mouth. You shook your head lightly and rolled your eyes. You wanted him to play with you and the game had already started. You both were all in.

“Come.Here.” His voice dropped to subzero temperatures. Harsh, cold as if he could freeze the whole room into an ice cave.

A shiver ran down your spine again and you obeyed. You walked slowly toward him until you stood between his spread thighs. You stared down at him, his ocean-blue eyes glancing up and down between your eyes, your lips and your cleavage. You wanted to be cool and collected but you couldn't help the wetness between your thighs drenching your lace underwear. Why was he able to cause such arousal in your body? It was just sex. A sex appointment. A date, set by your escort agency. A consensual sex date to get some steam off. Just a natural need that you and he wanted to satisfy.

“Strip off your dress,” he commanded seductively.

You obeyed again. You loved to be told what to do next. Since when? You reached behind your back to pull the zipper down but had some struggle finding it.

“Could you please unzip me?” And you slowly turned around. You couldn't see him but you felt his gaze wandering up to your shoulders and down to your buttocks where his eyes remained for a moment.

He could smell you. The subtle scent of your perfume, the natural scent of your skin and the heavy, beguiling scent of your arousal.

“You're outrageously beautiful, Sugar,” he murmured and pulled your zipper slowly down. It was the most arousing sound you had heard for a long time. He was so close to you and you felt his breath fanning over your skin. You let your green dream of a dress slide down your shoulders and it pooled around your ankles and you stepped out of it, kicking it carefully aside.

Slowly he let his hands slide over your shoulders and flanks to your front and cupped your naked breasts carefully, teasing your nipples with his thumbs, making you sigh and moan. A warm tingling rushed through your veins but a coolness rushed over your skin as if a god would touch a mortal to make said mortal shiver in submission.

“Get your bra,” he whispered to your ear, nibbling at the soft skin of your neck. You did as he told you and he took the flimsy lace bra from your hand, put it on you, and closed the clasp of your bra. From the last time, he remembered that you felt better leaving your bra on. And he wanted you to feel comfortable.

“Am I still allowed to play with you?” He asked quietly.

“Yes, yes you are,” you whispered and turned around to face him.

Loki made some steps backwards, sat down again in the leather armchair, leaned back and spread his long legs wide.

Loki's heartbeat quickened and his mouth watered when he saw you in your tantalizing black lingerie. The flimsy lace bra emphasized your cleavage and cupped your breasts perfectly. Your peaked rosy nipples were on display for him through the transparent lace and he felt his cock throbbing with anticipation. He was on edge and he would've loved to take you instantly, roughly, thrusting his cock deep inside of you until you were a dripping mess, screaming his name. But he wanted to take his time with you, enjoy you, seduce you slowly till you were begging him to fuck you. And he would make sure you never needed to fake an orgasm again. With him, every orgasm of yours would be a real one. He would take good care of it and he wanted you to enjoy it to the fullest without feeling ashamed or bad.

“How do you want me?” You asked him softly, your lips slightly parted. Your plump lips drove him crazy. He wished he were allowed to kiss these beautiful lips of yours. He could just imagine how deliciously they must taste.

“I want you to suck my dick. I want you to suck and lick it extensively,” he demanded, testing you. How far would you allow him to go? The imagination alone of your lips wrapped around his cock made him harden.

“Okay. But you won't cum in my mouth. I don't like swallowing your sperm. You can cum over my breasts…and don't hit my face!”

“With that I can deal,” Loki answered darkly.

You didn't like sucking cock at all and the last time you completely ruled it out. Not to talk about swallowing sperm. But it seemed possible to suck him, this handsome guy and you wondered why. You told him you wanted to try new things and so you wanted to give it a try.

You knelt between his thighs, unbuckled his belt and opened his trousers. You reached into his briefs and pulled out his dick along with his balls. Loki moaned quietly and you could just let out a small gasp when you saw his erection. You saw his cock for the first time tonight because the first time when he slept with you, he had blindfolded you before he got rid of his clothes. Loki was a bit bigger down there than the other men you had had sex with. And his cock was… beautiful, pretty even. Perfectly formed in length and thickness, his tip swollen and leaking pre-cum, the veins on the underside pulsating in anticipation, his balls heavy and hot. Your mouth watered and you couldn't wait to suckle him. You had never expected to think about a guy's cock like you did right here and now.

“Am I allowed to place my hands on your thighs?”

Loki hesitated for a moment before he permitted you to do so. If he lost control, nothing would be noticeable there for you. And he still wasn't sure if he was able to stand your touch. But he gave it a try.

“Yes,” he moaned, and you placed your hands there.

You lowered your head and licked a stripe from base to tip. Torturously slow. Once, twice, then you took his cock head gently into your mouth and let your tongue swirl over and around his sensitive tip. You released him with a plop and licked your lips. He tasted so good. Sweet and salty and you craved for more. You gave him a devouring look and turned your attention to his balls. With your hand, you gave him light strokes while you kissed and sucked his balls and when you bit them gently, Loki whimpered loudly. His cock got rock-hard, aching for your warm mouth. How could he even get harder than he already was?

His scent intoxicated you. The smell of musk and the natural scent of his skin, manly and heavy, awoke a kind of lust in your body that you didn't know you had inside of you. Unbridled, initial desire. You were dripping wet and you weren't sure if you were already soaking the floor with your juices.

His breathing became heavier, filled with whimpers and moans. Loki was so turned on that he nearly forgot to blindfold you.

“Should we get you more comfortable, Luke? Lift your ass for me,” you asked him quietly and pulled his trousers and his briefs completely down and took them off completely. While his ass wasn't placed back on the armchair again you took the chance and you caressed his buttocks and kneaded them firmly. Loki sat down again but now he rather laid in the armchair than sit on it so you were able to continue cupping his ass cheeks in your hands and kneading them tenderly. You started to lick his cock again and he gently blindfolded you with his tie.

You flattened your tongue and licked his tip like a popsicle, stimulating his frenulum tenderly but firmly, testing the waters of what he might like. You didn't want to hurt him. Your one hand fondled his balls, carefully and tenderly scratching over the skin. Loki moaned and sighed heavily, writhing under your merciless but delicious torture. You took his unbelievingly hard cock into your mouth again, hollowed your cheeks and started to suck the life out of him.

“Fuck…Sugar I can't…I can't take it…much longer,” he whimpered.

You sped up your pace, your head bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm, sucking and licking him until his eyes fluttered shut, his head leaning back against the armchair's backrest, his fingers clawing into the armrest. You felt him tensing up and shivers ran through his body and you were sure he would come soon. His arousal and writhing and the way he allowed you to own him in this moment made your cunt throbbing and dripping with need. You wanted to get off as well, you never felt so needy before. Never before was any other man able to do this to you.

“I'm…fuck…I'm coming…fuck…,” and he withdrew his cock from your mouth instantly, grabbed his cock and stroked himself two more times. The coil in his lower abdomen snapped and a mind-blowing orgasm washed over him, and he ejaculated in thick ropes all over your breasts. The sight of you blindfolded and letting him come all over your precious bosom doubled his satisfaction.

“Luke…please…” You didn't know what you were begging for but the feeling of his warm sperm running down your cleavage made your head spin. You still knelt between his legs, still blindfolded and dying because of arousal, your clit throbbing and yearning for attention. Loki came slowly down from his high, his cock still hard.

“Come here sweet thing,” and he grabbed you carefully by your upper arms and pulled you onto his lap.

“You took me so well, you're talented, sweet thing. You know exactly what you do, don't you? And now you will get off on my thigh, sweet girl. Want to ride my thigh, hm? Rub your needy clit over my leg and drench me with your arousal. Come, sweet thing, drive me wild…” he moaned lasciviously, guiding your hips when you began to gyrate them back and forth to get the friction to work yourself to much-needed relief. You placed your hands on the backrest of the armchair, your forehead close to his. You felt the warmth of an orgasm rising in your stomach and you moaned and whimpered breathlessly. It felt heavenly, he felt heavenly. And these feelings were all you had because you were still blindfolded. You were already on edge when Loki took one of your peaked nipples into his mouth, suckling and nipping it through the thin lace of your bra.

“Oh god…please…” you moaned. You needed to cum. Now. But Loki stopped your gyrating movements by holding your hips firmly.

“You will come around my cock, sweet thing. No fake orgasm this time, Sugar!”

“Close…I'm so close…please…”

“I know, I'll let you cum, be patient, sweet thing and don't move,” and you heard how he unfoiled a condom. Mere seconds later he lifted you from his thigh, shoved your lace thong aside and slid you carefully down onto his fully erect length, giving you enough time to accommodate his cock and get adjusted to him. He didn't want to hurt you. He would never forgive himself if he would cause you any kind of pain. You whimpered because of how deliciously he stretched and filled you and you were still in desperate need to cum.

“Are you okay, Sugar?” He asked quietly and concernedly. “Can I move?”

“Yes …yes please, I need you,” you answered desperately.

“Good girl, taking me so well. Fuck… you're so pretty…so tight…you've such a pretty cunt.”

Loki guided your movements, made you hop up and down and when you both had found a comfortable rhythm he thrust firmly upwards, faster, deeper, hitting your inner spot at a perfect angle. He took your nipple in his mouth again, nipping, sucking and licking it until it couldn't get any harder and changed to your other breast to torture that nipple in the same delicious way. At this point, you were a moaning, whimpering mess. You felt his cock throbbing inside of you, every vein and ridge massaging you straight towards your climax. It had never felt that good.

“Cum, cum all over my cock, show me how much you want it, Sugar. Scream for me!” And his one hand reached down to your throbbing clit and he pinched and rubbed your swollen bud purposefully. His thrusts became sloppier, he felt his own orgasm rising and he rubbed your clit faster than before.

“Cum…fuck…cum for me…now…” and right on cue you exploded. Your orgasm was intense and not only your cunt but also your whole body was convulsing and shaking and your toes curling.

“Good girl…you're such a…good girl.” Loki's abdominal muscles tensed up, his body shaking when he felt your walls clenching around his cock and it made him orgasm harder than before. You collapsed against each other, bathing in post-orgasmic bliss. This time you didn't fake it. This time you truly had an orgasm and it felt good, so damn good. For both of you.

When you came down from your highs you both chuckled in unison and Loki removed the blindfold from your eyes. They needed a moment to adjust to the dimmed lights of the hotel room again and you could swear there was a light shimmer of blue on Loki's skin. But then you were sure you had just imagined it and blamed the blindfolding for it.

“I'm sorry. I made a big mess out of you,” Loki chuckled.

“Don't worry about it, Luke Larsson. I'll take a shower after you've left. But we still have some time until midnight.” You released his cock, stood up from his lap and you instantly missed the warm feeling of him inside of you. You were still a little weak in your knees.

“Did you enjoy it this time, Sugar?” Loki asked you softly.

“The more important thing is you enjoyed it,” you answered him smilingly.

“That's not the answer to my question, sweets.”

“Why do men always need the confirmation that they were good and are a grenade in the bedroom department?” You contered sarcastically.

“That wasn't my question either. I don't need confirmation that…”

“You're being very self-confident, aren't you? Do we have a god-complex, Mr.Larsson?”

“Why do you have to destroy it, Sugar? I just wanted to know if you enjoyed it and if you're okay.” Loki sounded disappointed and sad and you instantly regretted your rude answer and your behaviour genuinely. You were afraid of your feelings again. You saw him heading for the bathroom and heard him opening the faucet of the sink. You followed him. He was cleaning himself, tossing the condom into the bin and preparing a washcloth with warm water. You stood next to him, facing him in the mirror.

“I'm sorry, Luke. I didn't intend to be mean. I did enjoy it. It felt good, really. I'm just not used to getting so much attention and care afterwards, you know. But please, Luke…don't catch feelings for me. I'm just your escort.” You smiled mildly at him. Your heart clenched when you saw how sad he looked at you. You liked him more than you were ready to admit.

“No worries about that. I won't catch feelings for you, Sugar.” A lie, a perfect lie from a perfect liar. That was what he always has been and always will be, a liar.

“I just wanted you to feel comfortable around me.” And he turned towards you, the washcloth in his hand. You wanted to take it out of his hand to clean your cleavage and stomach from his now sticky seed but he didn't give it to you.

“Let me do this, sweet thing. It's the one thing I'd like to do for you,” and he began to gently clean you. His actions were so soft and caring. You wished you could have this tenderness every day. But not with anyone, no, it had to be him.

'Don't fall in love with him, just don't, you foolish girl' you cursed inwardly.

“I destroyed your lingerie. I'm sorry for that. You looked so tempting and sexy in it, and it was wonderful to have sex with you dressed in this hot lace.”

“A bit kinky, hmm? Lingerie, a blindfold, commanding me…” you stated and smiled.

“Watch your mouth, sweet thing. Don't be a brat.”

“What if I'm bratty? Will you punish me next time?”

You both chuckled and looked into each other's eyes. There weren't only mischievous and lusty thoughts. There was something else. Sympathy, harmony, trust. You two didn't know how or why but you felt drawn to each other.

“Well, the biggest mess got cleaned,” Loki said after he finally cleaned you from his seed and smiled at you.

“Thank you! That was very sweet and thoughtful of you,” you said gratefully.

“My pleasure!" He answered with his deep voice, wrapping around you like a soft blanket. You wished you had a boyfriend like him. Attentive, affectionate and gentle. And not only in a sexual way. With a boyfriend like him, you surely haven't ended up here, as an escort with a man you liked more than you were allowed to like, not to talk about you weren't allowed to fall in love with. You made these rules yourself and you would never break them. Anyway, a man like him would never want to have someone like you as his partner in life. Why should he choose you when he could have any other woman who was smarter, more beautiful and more decent than you? Under different circumstances, you two might have had a chance but now your life was fucked up. You wished you would've met him before you became an escort but it was what it was and you couldn't turn back the time.

You walked back to the main room, took on your kimono and climbed into the bed. You curled up on one side and pulled the duvet over you.

“Are you okay, sweet thing?” Loki asked you softly when he found you lying in bed under the sheets when he returned to the main room as well, dressed in his briefs and his open shirt.

“Mhmh…,” you murmured sleepily. “I'm just tired.”

Loki climbed onto the bed, leaning his torso against the cushions on the headboard. You looked so innocent and cute with your head snuggled deeply into the fluffy pillows. He watched you dozing and he smiled lovingly at you.

“I'll stay until midnight if it's okay for you,” he whispered and you nodded slightly. It made him smile again. He hated cuddling after sex and cuddling without sex even more. But suddenly you came closer and in your sleepy state you draped your leg over his, curled your hand around his waist and your head snuggled into his chest as if he was a damn comfy pillow or a plushie. A sugar angel sleeping in the arms of a monster. He shouldn't enjoy it. He shouldn't touch you. His hands were the hands of a killer, a liar. Hands that fit easily around a gun or a neck. He shouldn't hold a precious woman like you in his embrace.

He wrapped his arm tightly around you and pulled you closer to his chest. You must've fallen asleep, your breathing became calm and deep. You felt so soft and warm and good in his arms and he stole a little kiss by pressing his lips softly on the top of your head. It wasn't a direct part of your face, was it? He closed his eyes for just one short moment because he had to leave soon but he wanted to enjoy every minute he had with you. Maybe aftercare wasn't as bad as he probably thought.

A loud banging at the hotel suite’s door and a loud man’s voice woke him up.

“Sugar? Sugar!” The banging became more violent. “Sugar, are you okay? Sugar, open the door, if not I'll have to break down the door.” It was Walker, deeply concerned because you hadn't been back by the limousine right in time. You also hadn't sent an emergency message. Loki shook you awake when he got aware that you both had fallen asleep.

“Sugar, wake up, Sugar…,” Loki tried to wake you up.

“I'm so tired…I just want…to sleep. Just… a few minutes…just a bit longer…,” you murmured, still sleepy when you heard the banging at the door.

“Sugar, I break the door open! Now!”

All of a sudden you were wide awake. You jumped out of the bed and ran to the door hurriedly. You flung the door open right in time before Walker would break it down.

“I'm okay, Walker, I'm okay,” you gasped in shock, breathing heavily. “Everything is fine,” you told Walker, appeasing.

“Are you sure?” Walker asked concernedly. He peeked into the suite and saw Loki getting dressed.

“Yes, I'm absolutely sure, Walker. I'm so sorry for frightening you but…we…we fell asleep. Mr.Larsson did nothing wrong, I assure you, he behaved decently,” you told Walker and he trusted you. You'd tell him if there was anything that wasn't okay for you. “Please give us a few minutes, we will just get ready,” you asked him.

“Okay, I'll wait for you by the limousine,” Walker answered, throwing a warning look at Loki, who didn't show any reaction towards Walker. You nodded once at Walker and closed the door, leaning against it and taking a deep breath.

“Didn't you tell me, you don't do aftercare?” you questioned Luke teasingly and slightly laughing.

“I did.”

“Do you know what it's called what you did for me in the bathroom and by lying in bed with me sleeping?”

Loki buttoned his shirt upwards, leaving the last three open, buckled his belt, put his waistcoat on, slid into his shoes and looked smilingly at you.

“You tell me,” he asked you and grabbed his jacket from the sofa and his tie from the armchair and draped them over his arm.

“The loveliest aftercare I've ever gotten. Thank you, Luke… also for this wonderful evening, the dress and…”

Loki walked towards you and cupped your head gently between his large hands. They were so soft and felt comfortably cool on your warm skin, that you had to suppress a shiver. He leaned down and pressed a tender, featherlight kiss to your forehead and you closed your eyes.

“No, Luke, please…please don't do that …,” you whispered with teary eyes.

“I know I'm not allowed to kiss your pretty face but I care about you and I want you to know that. I know you could call Walker immediately and tell him to beat me up and throw me out… but it's worth the risk.”

He leaned his forehead slightly against yours and his warm breath fanned over your face. And there it was again. The spicy aroma of something you couldn't specify mixed with his comforting scent of fresh cotton, sandalwood and orange blossoms.

“I just hope that all the other men you meet handle you with all the respect and care you deserve. Thank you for this wonderful evening and night, sweet thing. It was such a pleasure. I felt very comfortable with you. When can we meet again? What about tomorrow?” Loki asked, his voice dark and smooth. He was a picture of pure elegance and arrogance but also gentleness, and his eyes staring longingly at you while waiting for your answer. Would you ever be able to be without him?

“I'm sorry Luke. I already have appointments for the next three evenings.”

“Okay. Then I call the agency tomorrow and ask for another date with you. A club night? Dinner? Would you like that?” He asked you softly.

“Uh hmmh! Sounds good.” You seemed insecure and indifferent but he didn't ask you further.

“Good night, Sugar and take care of you.”

“Good night, Luke… and sleep well.”

Should you hug him? Should you tell him that he's the only one you were sleeping with? Did he already sense it? He had almost left the suite…

“Luke…”,you stopped him in his actions by calling his name and he turned around, facing you. You ran to him and fiercely flung your arms around his neck which obviously caught him off guard. He hugged you back, not knowing what to say.

“Luke Larsson, you might be the only one I take with me to this suite,” you whispered into his ear and for a brief moment you felt safe in the arms of a man who'll never love you back. “Say something …please say something,” you begged him and let go of him to look into his eyes.

He rubbed a thumb tenderly over your lips, his eyes teary.

“You shouldn't be an escort. You should leave the agency. You're too precious for that business. But if you'd do that, I'd never see you again. So I don't know what I should wish for. You being an escort so that I can still meet you but sharing you with other men or knowing you're safe and protected, away from that business but never be able to see you ever again. It both hurts, Sugar… and I know I've already let you come too close to my heart.”

“I can't quit this job, Luke. And maybe someone like you is the only reason that keeps me going. I'd love to meet you again next week. We could go to a nightclub, it doesn't have to be Vivian's Velvet. You can choose another one and afterwards you can have me again,” you offered him, your voice almost breaking. You better contain yourself and not show him that you don't want to let him go.

“In the beginning that was exactly what I didn't want and somehow you convinced me otherwise. You already know that I want to meet you again next week. You, and you alone decide what you want to do afterwards and please don't feel obliged to sleep with me. But you should also know that I'd never deny you. Good night, sweet thing. Promise me to get dressed now and let Walker drive you home. You need some sleep.”

“Promised,” you nodded. He was right. You were tired beyond belief.

When he finally had left, you opened your hair bun, got dressed in casual clothes and Walker drove you home. The whole time until you arrived at your apartment you held the wildflower bouquet in your hand, thinking of him.

“I'm sorry if I scared you, y/n but I was truly concerned.”

“It's okay, Walker, you just did your job. I should be sorry for frightening you… we just fell asleep, I was so tired.”

“Understandable, you are on the road seven days a week. You should take a break. You won't last forever.”

“I know Walker but I have no other choice,” you sighed.

“There's always a choice, y/n…and Mr Larsson likes you if not more,” and he grinned at you through the rear-view mirror, watching you gently touching the flowers Luke had given to you. You smiled tormented back at him.

“He doesn't know me, it's just my pretty shell he likes.”

“You might underestimate him. Sometimes you just have to ask for help and help will be given to you,” Walker told you wisely. Maybe he was right. If it just were that easy.

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* ◟ : 〔 ANYA TAYLOR-JOY, NONBINARY + SHE / THEY 〕 OPAL FONTAINE , some say you’re a TWENTY SEVEN YEAR OLD lost soul among the neon lights. known for being both DRIVEN and CONFRONTATIONAL, one can’t help but think of MERMAIDS by FLORENCE + THE MACHINE when you walk by. are you still an ASSOCIATE / HEADLINE PERFORMER for THE BURNING GODS / OLD WORLD CASINO, even with your reputation as THE STAR? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and LIMBS THAT APPEAR TRANSLUCENT IN CERTAIN LIGHTING, A FAMILIAR FACE HIDDEN BEHIND A MASK, DRESSES MADE FROM BLOOD DIAMONDS, although we can’t help but think of OPHELIA (HAMLET) + AVA (EX-MACHINA) + LIZZY WIZZY (CYBERPUNK 2077) whenever we see you down these rainy streets.

FULL NAME: Opal Anette Fontaine NICKNAME(S): Opie, Anette AGE: Twenty-Seven GENDER: Nonbinary PRONOUNS: She/They BIRTHPLACE: Paris, France OCCUPATION: Headline Performer & Model GANG AFFILIATION: Associate of Burning Gods FC: Anya Taylor Joy

APPEARANCE

HAIR COLOUR: Dyed platinum blonde, originally dark brown. EYE COLOUR: Brown HEIGHT: 5”7 PIERCINGS?:Both ears. TATTOOS: None.

TRAITS

POSITIVE: Driven, Honest, Independent NEGATIVE: Confrontational, Secretive, Spoiled

BACKGROUND

TW gore, body mutilation, body issues,underage drinking, drugs,

She remembers very little of her past, only what they’ve been re-taught by others. Opal has been in the spotlight since childhood - there are magazines and ads that show them as a child, be it for clothing or toys or jewelry, an accessory for their mother, the actress Brigette Fontaine. That is obvious, something that can be physically seen and understood, and with it comes very vague memories; Opal can remember being painted for pageants, can remember their mother smacking her chubby baby thighs and encouraging them to spit-take the sweets they chewed. Who’s papa? There are photos around their grand parisian home, a stern looking man with a cold gaze, a man who prioritizes work over family and is disappointed that Opal is not a man. When he has a son with another woman, there is a complete disappearance of him from her life.

They didn’t stay in Paris because now she’s in New York, a singer in a casino. America held better studios, better make-up and record companies that Opal could be thrown at. A few minor roles, nothing serious, teenage years spent on sitcoms as the ditzy french best friend, accent thick and played for laughs in front of a live studio audience. There is always a sense of discomfort for Opal when they watch these, as if it wasn’t a happy time, makes her skin crawl. Something bad happened, she cannot recall what. Parties came next, underaged in nightclubs and bars just barely 18 when pictures started showing up in papers of her in various states. Boyfriends twice her age, men with children younger than her taking her out to dinner. There are articles online Opal has read, comments still available after all these years.

The accident was terrible. Still, nobody knows how it came about - did Brigette owe money? The former actress had been taking out loans to fuel an addiction to surgery and opioids. Or was it the absent father? Involved with arms dealings with Chinese triads and Saudi prince’s that had gone horribly wrong? Or was it Opal themselves? Drunk behind the wheel? Nobody knows, only the outcome is fact; that legally, Opal Fontaine should be dead. Two limbs crushed to a bloody pulp, spine cracked, blood spilling from her ears. And yet - she isn’t. Half of their body has become meshed with robotics, Opal a picture of modern cybernetic enhancements and what they can do. There was a price to it all, for stuff like that doesn’t come for free.

Brigette Fontaine dead, aged 58, overdose. All that debt is piled onto Opal who learns that their life was paid for with dirty money, an arrangement with a local gang Burning Gods. It was transferred to her, now a headline singer at Old World Casino, a shadow of who they were prior to the accident.

OTHER

Got a job at Old World Casino due to nepotism but is actually a good singer.

Hasn’t seen her younger half-brother before.

They have cybernetic enhancements, as their right leg and arm had to be completely replaced following the accident. Part of the spinal cord is also synthetic. These enhancements, particularly the one of their right hand, have allowed her to become oddly good with computers.

Though in debt to the Burning Gods, she also works off some of that via doing a little hacking which is why her associate status isn’t chosen but almost contractual.

Still models occasionally for magazines. Their most recent one is becoming the face of Hi-Chew in America.

Speaks French, English and Korean.

Legally dead for 30 minutes.

Sells feet pics online.

Kind of a huge bitch actually.

The accident was about 5 years ago.

#lawlessintro

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pissthena · 10 months

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God May Forgive, But I Won’t

This is my first fic in a while! Please let me know any critisism or comments you may have! Always appreciated! It will also be up on my AO3, PinkPunkBun!

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Castiel and Crowley attempt to solve another case on their own. Poor Freddie Vinson has been murdered and it's up to agents Sheeran and Styles to figure out the ghastly culprit. A few fake badges and dead citizens later, will they fall in love?

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The door flew open, banging against the wall, seemingly startling one of the men that had knocked only a moment before. Anya’s brows furrowed as she glanced upon the strangers, seemingly unsure as to who they thought they were, interrupting her well-deserved alone time. “I am agent Sheeran and this is my partner-” The taller of the men, sporting a worn out trenchcoat, gestured towards the other, clad in a dark suit. “Agent Styles.” Agent Sheeran whipped out a faded wallet, containing a badge and ID, displaying his name, Taylor Sheeran. “We are investigating the murder of Freddie Vinson.” He continued, as the smaller one nodded along. “Could we perhaps come in and have a chat?” Agent Styles gestured towards the door. It wasn’t often the Brits came knocking on her door, so she couldn’t help but feel a bit charmed. He flashed a charming smile before he immediately began ushering the other agent in, not waiting for Anya’s response. She slowly closed the door behind them, too baffled to command anything of the agents. Perhaps this was just the way the FBI worked. “Uh..” Sheeran loosened his tie, almost seeming unnerved, as he followed Anya through the hallway towards her living room. In the meantime agent Styles was peeking around every corner he possibly could, as if he’d lost something in her house. “So uh… What was your relation to Freddie Vinson?” The taller man queried as he sat down on the leather couch, wincing as it squeaked at the contact. “Freddie? I just worked with him.” Anya shrugged, retrieving the mug of tea she had made earlier. She sat down in the chair opposite of the couch, clenching the mug in her hands. “It’s not like I knew him well… He was just there, usually shy and quiet. I think he only really talked to Robert.” “Robert Statham?” Agent Styles piped up as he waltzed into the room. “The big fella? Hardly seems like one to chat.” He plopped down on the couch, close enough that his thighs were pressed against his fellow agent’s, who didn’t seem to mind his closeness. She supposed agents had to be close, with the kind of work they do. “Yes. I guess he can come across as a rude meathead.” The brunette laughed meekly. “But I promise, he can be nice. He was nice to Freddie… I know I didn’t really know him, but he didn’t deserve… that.” Disgust coated her words, her face contorted into disdain. “No one does. Who does something like that? To someone like Freddie…” Anya peered up, her dark eyes catching Sheeran’s bright blue ones. He gave her a soft smile, clearly trying to soothe her. Styles' eyes on the other hand, were wandering over the taller man’s face, as if he was studying a work of art. “Monsters do. We will catch him.” He reassured her, seemingly not noticing the eyes gliding over his jaw. As if Styles realized his behavior his eyes shot to meet Anya’s and she realized she hadn’t truly made eye contact with him before. His eyes seemed almost… Empty. As if no soul, no joy, no nothing lied behind them. A chill ran down her spine, echoing out goosebumps on the way down. Her hair stood on ends, every bone in her body was telling her to run. Styles’ eyes turned back to his colleague and just like that, everything was back to normal, as nothing had happened at all. Anya's ragged breath drew the attention of both men, no one saying a word as she silently convinced herself it was just a draft. The silence was deafening until one of the agent’s finally piped up. “Did he perhaps have any enemies? Someone wishing him harm? Someone dodgy who might wanna rip him apart like that?” The moment the words left Styles’ mouth, a stern look shot his way, courtesy of Sheeran. “I… No? He was nice… Wouldn’t hurt a fly! That ghost probably wouldn’t even harm him. I’m sure!” Anya’s flustered outburst was enough to catch the attention of both detectives, who burst out in unison. “Ghost?” Their eyes locked onto the woman, whose confusion only grew at their interest. “Yeah… You know, the ghost of Wendy Hill?” She shrugged, as the agents shared a knowing look, Sheeran’s eyes trailing down to the smirk stuck on Styles’ lips, just for a brief moment before tearing them away. “Could you expand on what Wendy Hill’s ghost is?” He asked, leaning forward. “I guess? You know Wendy Hill? There’s this big abandoned house on top and it’s haunted by the ghost of Sheryl Casey. It’s a dare to go in there and come out with an item.” Anya put down her mug and pointed towards a small candlestick. “I got that one out a few years back. Now it’s just collecting dust. I think Freddie went there a few days ago. Some guys at work were pressuring him to go do it. Then he wouldn’t listen when Robby told him not to…” She trailed off with a sigh. “Robby being Robert Statham, yes?” Styles inquired, seemingly satisfied with the nod he got in response. “Did anyone go with him? Or did the poor sod go alone?” “Robby went with him last I heard.” She shrugged. “Do you know which item he took?” Agent Sheeran questioned, peering at the candlestick. When did his hand find Styles’ thigh? “Nah, I wasn't there. I think you have to ask Robby about that.”

#Crowstiel #Crowstiel fics #Castiel #Crowley #supernatural crowley #SPN Crowley #spn crowstiel #They'll fall in love #Please give me feedback #I wish to improve!#supernatural #Supernatural Castiel #crowley spn

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lucy-sky · 2 years

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Since you said we could send two requests, I'd love to see a drabble with The Mute and the prompt - first kiss + in the moonlight. No pressure, I'd be happy with either 💖

Moonlight Blossom (The Mute x f!Reader)

1220 words (This one turned a bit too long, but I reread it like 5 times and I can't bring myself to delete anything so let it be); no warnings; gif by me

AO3 link

A/N: It's my first time writing The Mute, and I enjoyed it A LOT *_* (to the point that I'm thinking about possible sequel)

The Reader character is heavily inspired by Olga - Anya Taylor-Joy's character from The Northman... And partly by Misty Day from American Horror Story. In other words, a local friendly witch™, kind, yet mysterious and lonely. Anyway uh... Hope it turned out good enough :')

REQUESTS CLOSED!

The night is filled with fragrance. Herbs, wildflowers and fresh grass, the scent of tree bark and warm soil, cooling down in the midnight air after a sunny day. And also something indescribable, the way only summer nights smell like. You close your eyes and inhale deeply, a content smile playing on your lips. It’s your time and you love it. The forest is your friend, has always been, as long as you remember yourself.

People in the village call you a witch behind your back, same as they used to call your mother before. There were rumors she had accursed her husband, and the next day he was found dead. The rumors lied - there was no curse. Your father died because he used to drink too much knock-off booze and had a pretty explosive temper, so one day a drunken fight simply didn’t end well for him. You’ve never missed him though.

People used to call your mother a witch, but with no disrespect, because there literally wasn’t a single person in the village she hadn’t helped at least once. No matter how badly someone was sick or injured, she always had a special cure. Now that she’s gone, you took her place. She taught you everything she knew, all about herbs, wild berries and potions. What could heal you, ease your pain or make it worse.

It’s Full Buck Moon - time to gather some fresh herbs. You used to help your mother when you were younger, and now you keep doing it alone every year - a ritual that always brings you joy. Walking in the woods at night may sound dangerous, but you are not afraid. You feel exactly where you belong.

As you walk down a familiar path, you suddenly realize you’re not alone - someone is following you. Heart beating faster, you turn sharp round and instantly feel relieved as you see him.

“Oh, it’s you…”

You don’t really trust men - your father is to blame. But when you found this tall dark-haired man at the shore, badly wounded, almost at death's door, there was no hesitation on your part - you simply couldn’t leave him there to bleed. Your mother wouldn’t. She always taught you to help people in need. She believed there’s a kind of invisible force that runs the world and everyone’s lives. God or Destiny - whatever you call it, it sees everything, and if you're being kind, it will pay you back when you need it the most. The more you give - the more you receive, that’s what she used to say.

It took a rather long while, but you managed to heal his body. With his soul though, it’s way more complicated. He didn’t say a word to you, so you have no idea what he’s been through and who did this to him. But you can sense that something is torturing his mind, waking him up in the middle of the night gasping for air after another bad dream. There’s one thing you know for sure by now - he’s a decent man.

You were suspicious of him at first, you can’t deny. A few nights you slept with a knife underneath your pillow. But slowly you both learned to trust each other, and now you find his silent presence oddly comforting. There’s this quiet gentleness behind his rough exterior, in the way he looks at you with unspoken kindness and gratitude. It tells you he’s a good person, no matter what horrible things he might have seen or done.

The Mute cocks his head, glancing at you softly as if apologizing for startling you.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, examining his expression as he comes closer. He’s been around long enough, so you already learned to read it.

“Oh. I see. You’re worried about me? Please don’t. It’s just my usual routine. Some flowers I need only bloom at full moon. I’ll be fine, trust me. Been doing this for years. Go back to sleep, alright? I’ll be back soon.”

You give him a reassuring smile and continue your way. He doesn’t go away though. You can hear his footsteps behind your back - he clearly doesn’t want to leave you alone in the woods, and it gives you an unusually warm sensation. It’s new for you, and even though it’s totally unnecessary, you’re still glad he decided to join you tonight. It’s something so personal, something you only shared with your mother before, and now you realize you don’t mind sharing it with your silent companion as well.

He follows you to the moonlit meadow - your most favorite spot. The moon is amazingly bright tonight, not a single cloud in the sky, stars twinkle silently above your heads.

“Isn’t it beautiful here? You know, sometimes I just lie here in the grass, watch the moon and the stars, and it’s like I’m all alone in the entire world. You know what it feels like?” you ask, and he nods in reply. Of course he knows. He’s just as lonely as you are, maybe that’s what draws you together. As much as you love your quiet solitary life, every human being needs another human being. It’s a law of nature, simple as that.

For a few minutes you’re busy picking the flowers. The Mute helps, so the work goes fast. Once you’re done, you put your basket on the ground and lie down on the grass with a deep sigh.

“I want to stay here for a little while,” you say, as you close your eyes.

He watches you, hesitant for a split second, before getting down to lie beside you. The light brush of his fingers against your arm makes you shiver, and you turn to look at him. There’s a soft, barely visible smile on his lips as he hands you a delicate white flower. You bring it to your nose, inhaling its scent, and when your eyes meet his again, you think you could drown in their depths. Slowly, you reach out to tuck the flower in his dark curls. The chuckle he makes causes your heart to swell with sudden tenderness, and you let your fingers tentatively stroke his bearded cheek. His hand, big and warm, finds yours, you watch him pressing a kiss against your knuckles, and then it happens. Without thinking, driven by pure instinct, you lean closer and press your lips against his. It feels weird and awkward, and you instantly want to hide, but then his thumb brushes against your cheekbone, and he kisses you, for real this time. It’s tender and incredibly sweet - the softness of his lips and the light scratch of his beard. The gentle bump of your noses against each other and the warmth of his breath. The quiet hum he makes when you open up to him, welcoming his tongue to slide against yours. You can’t tell how long it lasts, but it leaves you all flushed and breathless.

Your first kiss. That’s what it feels like, now you know. It’s like flowers blooming in your chest and butterflies in your belly. Beautiful. Smiling blissfully, you lean into him, nestling your head against his firm chest. Closing your eyes, you feel his fingers caressing your hair as the steady beating of his heart lulls you to sleep.

Thank you for reading!! (and for this request, omg)

Tags: @skvatnavle, @chellestrash

1500 Milestone Celebration Drabbles Masterlist

#the mute #the mute x reader #pilgrimage #jon bernthal fanfiction #requests #drabble #follower milestone #lucy tries to write

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thembohux · 3 months

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I totally see Anya Taylor Joy I SEE IT. But most recently I’ve been catching up with Yellowjackets and I gotta say Sophie Thatcher reminds me of you as well

Ok so perhaps I’ve been too much of a ✨skeptic✨ bc I just found some older pictures of Anya Taylor Joy with dark hair and… I get it now. I don’t fully see it but I understand The Vision. Up until now, I’d only seen her blonde or redhead.

Sophie Thatcher… I also see The Vision.

Both of them are BEAUTIFUL so I’m honored tbh

Another one I’ve been told (and remembered just this second) is Winona Ryder! Both in the 80s and as Joyce in Stranger Things.

#lita talks #asks #theold-ultraviolence #irma my beloved

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dear-indies · 7 months

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hiii! i was hoping you could help me with an fc! i’m looking for a fem fc, somewhere in the mid 20s-early 30s age range, with a gothic sort of vibe but with delicate features. preferably dark hair. thank you in advance, i love your blog!

FKA Twigs (1988) Afro Jamaican, English, Spanish, possibly Egyptian.

Ritu Arya (1988) Indian - The Umbrella Academy.

Úrsula Corberó (1989)

Kiana Madeira (1992) Irish, Unspecified First Nations, Black Canadian / Portuguese - Fear Street.

Mia Goth (1993) Ashkenazi Jewish, Brazilian [Portuguese, including Azorean, small amount of African, possibly other], English, Irish, Scottish, French-Canadian.

India Eisley (1993) English, Argentinian [Spanish, possibly other], Scottish, German.

Jesse James Keitel (1993) - is trans.

Kawennáhere Devery Jacobs (1993) Mohawk - is queer.

Taylor Russell (1994) Black Canadian / European.

Lyrica Okano (1994) Japanese - The Runaways.

Emma Dumont (1994)

Natasha Liu Bordizzo (1994) Chinese / Italian.

Ryan Destiny (1995) African-American, ¼ Irish.

Duckie Thot (1995) South Sudanese.

Natacha Karam (1995) Lebanese / Irish.

Sasha Calle (1995) Colombian.

Anya Chalotra (1995) Kashmiri Indian / English - The Witcher.

Joy Sunday (1996) Nigerian - Wednesday.

Leah Lewis (1996) Chinese - Nancy Drew.

Ruth Codd (1996)

Adeline Rudolph (1996) Korean / German - Resident Evil.

Sydney Chandler (1996)

Juliette Motamed (1997) Iranian.

Zolee Griggs (1997) African-American.

Alice Pagani (1998)

Here you go!

#fc help #rph #rpc

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andmaybegayer · 1 year

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Last Monday of the Week 2022-11-28

It's almost December what the hell

Listening: I am an Actual Factual Rick Astley Fan, I have two CD's in my desk right this second, and I have had "Take me to your heart" stuck in my head for days. I get rickrolled by other Rick Astley songs, get on my level.

So very 80's. The synths. The backing chorus. The hair.

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Watching: Double features, both unexpected, both courtesy of my brother.

Saw Bullet Train, 2022 Brad Pitt action movie based on the Maria Beetle hitman/revenge thriller novel. Good action comedy, what if half a dozen mercenaries were all on a bullet train all vying for the same prize for different reasons.

A few points where it shows off by delivering a detailed backstory for a new character with a rapid flashback through their history with immensely complicated action scenes shown for three seconds each seems more like a peacock-feather-esque self-handicapping flex but damn if it isn't funny.

Also went to see The Menu in theaters, which is a fantastic dark humour/horror thing with Ralph Fiennes and Anya Taylor-Joy where Fiennes is the weirdly intense head chef of an exclusive restaurant and Taylor-Joy is a dinner date brought along at the last minute who throws a spanner in his elaborate menu plan. Worth watching, beautifully shot, hilarious and manages to be unbelievably tense without ever really being scary.

Reading: among other things, flipping through the good parts of Ignition! now that I have a copy again, I gave my one away to my niece because she likes rockets and needs a better introduction to the power of chemical bonds than her teachers can muster.

As much fun as the later chapters are some of the best ones are the early ones where we were really just fucking around and seeing what happens when you put aromatic amines in a bottle with some RFNA and shake it around a bit.

Making: More sewing, trying and failing to fix up the drill press which will be fixed... soon. Something broke the wires inside our pulse oximeter so I threw some solder at that and now it works again.

Playing: Tried to get back in to Ace Combat 7, but the mission I'm stuck on is kicking my ass. I've resolved to set a limit of a dozen tries and if I can't improve by then I'll restart the campaign one level of difficulty lower. Frustrating, because I'm missing the target score by like, 8%, it's so close.

Tools and Equipment: the running backstitch! Someone on here mentioned it so I looked it up, neat thing, much faster than conventional backstitch without giving up much holding performance. For structural seams that don't really need to be *that* strong, they're a good choice. I backstitch habitually for basically everything but it is nice to have an option that's faster.

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#last monday of the week #Youtube

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nowihatemyself · 1 year

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watching the menu and now i want to dye my hair dark auburn. anya taylor joy i’m in love with you

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scnguineus · 1 year

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[ anya taylor joy, 27 , cisfemale , she/her ] have you seen , MATILDA NIGHTSHADE NEE FENRIN the WITCH has entered court? said to be charming + magnanimous , we can only hope their good qualities outshine that they are also mercurial + duplicitous . when asked about them , people are always reminded of: a dagger hidden under delicate lace, blood red lips, & an intricate spiderweb covered in morning dew. They are THE RULY LADY. They believe in THE DARK WIZARDS. May their wand guide them to absolution.

quick facts.

full name: matilda elenora nightshade nicknames: tilly, matty, tilda age: twenty-seven birthday: december 24th orientation: homosexual, but she'll flirt and sleep with anyone to get her more power siblings: lord christopher "kit" fenrin ( @desorcelleries ), lord fenrin (26-29), lady utp fenrin (26-29); in-law — lord nightshade (25-27); lady nightshade (25-28) marital status: married — lady andromeda "andi" nightshade ( @gildedbymagicxx ) faceclaim: anya taylor joy hair: blonde eyes: cool grey traits: charming, magnanimous, deceitful, duplicitous, mercurial, perfectionist, ambitious inspirations: azula, regina mills, natasha romanoff, jennifer check, villanelle, irene adler, cheryl blossom patronus: fox former hogwarts house: slytherin

quick background.

matilda was never sure if it was because she was the eldest daughter of if it was because they were just unhappy with themselves, but hallgrim and leonora fenrin wanted perfection. matilda didn't spend time figuring out how the fenrin's felt about all their children, she focussed on herself. to her parents and even her siblings, matilda was an angel from the time she could control her emotions. she studied and learned and spent most of her time trying to be perfection. she was going to succeed in getting the power her father so desperately craved. but she didn't want it to share. she wanted it all.

since she wasn't going to inherit the viscounty she knew she had to marry to gain & garner more power. she was briefly engaged to someone whom she felt no affection for, however, they passed in the attack in 1784 and left matilda starting anew. while trying to figure out something new she had an affair with andromeda nightshade and the two ended up realizing how similar they are. this alliance led to the marriage between the two witches. outwardly to the public, it seems an arranged marriage without much affection between the two. However, behind closed doors the two conspire together and enjoy each others company greatly.

wanted connections.

give me a man that tilly is sleeping with to get information with, like maybe they even have feelings for her???? the drama i cannot

childhood friends! anyone hang around the viscounty in her youth????? c'mere

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hvbris · 1 year

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𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 Hunger Games / A Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

Full Name: Tigris Valeria Snow

Family: Coriolanus Snow (cousin), Grandma’am (grandmother), mother and father deceased

Date of Birth: June 23rd (Cancer)

Age: 21

Height: 5′8″ (1m73)

Hair: Blonde/White

Eyes: Blue

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Faceclaim: Anya Taylor Joy

TW: Tigris’ past involves child’s prostitution, death and trauma

Tigris was 8 years old when the war started. Her parents died only a few days later in an explosion, and she was sent to live at her cousin’s Penthouse, with his parents and Grandma’am, the kids’ grandmother.

Despite their considerable wealth before the Dark Days, the Snow family was terribly affected by the First Rebellion, as their wealth was amassed through laboratories in District 13. This factor alongside the sabotage of the Capitol’s supplies from the rebels eventually threw the entire family into poverty. This continued until 10 years after the war.

Shortly after the beginning of the war, Coriolanus’ parents passed away as well. With Grandma’am being old and Coriolanus being only 5, Tigris had to take on a lot of responsibilities around the house. There was no more staff, nothing. She cooked and cleaned, and took care of her little cousin. Despite their grandmother’s insight when it came to stocking food, the family eventually started to starve, and Tigris had to find any means possible to bring food on the table. Even at the cost of her own safety and health. Years after the war, Tigris half-confessed to Coriolanus that she had to sell herself to prostitution to ensure the family would not starve.

Tigris is also a former student at the Academy and was easily accepted due to her family’s long history with the school. However, she chose to eschew education at the University, preferring instead to pursue a career in fashion.

She later became a stylist for the games thanks to Coriolanus, and was the first to style and dress a tribute in the games for public appearances. But her close relationship to her cousin was damaged over the years, until they finally grew totally estranged. This happened partly due to the several cosmetic surgeries she got done on herself to alter her appearance to the point of no return.

Tigris is compassionate and kind, but she is also strong, brave and resilient. She is loving, and would do anything for the people she loves.

#new muse alert #muse bio #Tigris (baby's all dressed up with nowhere to go)#read at your own discretion

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fancyschmancyopinions · 2 years

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ANYA TAYLOR JOY at the Vanity Fair Oscar’s After Party on March 27th 2022 in Los Angeles wearing CHRISTIAN DIOR

I have been missing Anya! She’s been MIA after her very busy fall season. I got used to seeing her in a new outfit every other day!

I loved the glamour and dramatics of this look. She looks phenomenal in my opinion. I love all the details in the dress. I think the straps are especially cute. I love the ties on the top. The little straps are just so cute and I love the straps hanging off the shoulder.

I think the ruffles on the top and also how the bodice is outlined looks so cute. I love the sheer trend, and love it when done with black so it’s more coverage. Anya looks so cool in this look.

Anya’s makeup looks amazing. I love the super dark eye makeup and the red lip. It looks so good. I love that her hairs in a low bun, I think it looks great. The most unexpected piece was the mesh face covering thing, I think it looks so cool. Anya always have great looks and I live this one!

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dcscension · 2 years

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[ anya taylor-joy. cis female. she/her. ] did you see JANE wandering around town ? they’ve been in forks for [ five weeks ] so they should be used to the storms. word around town is that they’re [ 1200+ / 18 & a vampire. ] people either describe them as [ devoted ] or [ merciless. ] there seems to be no in-between. well, when i think of them i picture [ cracked marble statues, thinly concealed rage & a burning steeple. ]

TW: PREGNANCY COMPLICATIONS, FIRE, DEATH

stats.

NAME. jane, last name unknown. AGE. 1200+, changed at 18. SPECIES. vampire, feeds on humans. SEXUALITY. asexual, biromantic. PROFESSION. member of the volturi guard. ABILITIES. pain illusion.

background.

born somewhere around the turn of the eighth and ninth centuries, the dreadful name of “witch” has haunted jane since birth. jane entered the world mere minutes before alec, completely silent and with a heartbeat so faint that the midwife had first declared her dead. her first cry came only after her twin was born. it should have been a miracle. the midwife called it witchcraft. the dark ages were unkind to the twins. after being caught amidst one too many inexplicable events, their small village turned against them. jane remembers little from this period of her life — her childhood memories hazy and blurred around the edges. the one thing that still clings to her, despite all the years, is the very first spark. a fiery rage was taking root inside of her. the very same rage that would one day consume her. years later, the twins’ savior comes in the form of an ancient being, seemingly older than time itself. she does not comprehend what happens then — all she can feel is pain. pain from the skin-biting restraints tying her to the stake ; pain from the fire lapping at her feet ; and, finally, pain from the venom scorching through her veins. jane’s life truly begins when she opens her crimson eyes. her newfound gift manifests her lifelong anger and pain into debilitating agony for others — an agony so strong that it brings down an enitre romanian army. standing alongside her twin, she effortlessly climbs the ranks of the prestigious volturi guard. it is a position she takes seriously, and further, it is one that grants jane the power and authority she’s always craved.

personality.

POSITIVE. devoted, astute, venturesome, dutiful. NEGATIVE. merciless, envious, haughty, mercurial, dogmatic.

jane is unwavering in her devotion : first to alec, second to aro, and third to the volturi as a whole. as for everyone else ? well, frankly, she couldn’t care less. everyone else is beneath her, and she’ll make damn sure they know it.

she firmly believes in maintaining order and that fear is the most effective way to achieve said order. she is always the first to volunteer for a volturi mission — partially as an excuse to use her powers, and partially to prove her worth.

despite her seemingly aloof air of confidence, jane is frequently jealous of others. she likes being the center of attention and likes being one of the volturi’s most prized members. she doesn’t take well to people infringing on what’s hers.

she’s extremely quick to anger, and her natural instinct is to incite pain. ( she’s trying to keep that in check in forks tho — aka i won’t write that onto your character unless you give me permission to ! )

fun facts.

classically trained in most instruments ! she’s been alive since the dark ages. she needed something to keep her occupied.

despises the term witch. like a lot.

secretly fascinated by history and the morbidity of human nature. seeing how humans treat each other ( and how they used to treat her and alec ) justifies her own cruelty as a vampire, in some roundabout way.

very picky eater, both in her choice of victims and how she hunts. also, won’t feed on anyone she’s recently used her powers on. ( “it ruins the taste :/” )

fond of stereotypical elegant femininity — lace, hair bows, ruffles, mary janes, and the like.

might have some actual emotions deep, deep, deep down but you didn’t hear that from me.

potential plots.

volturi connections !!!!!!! who does she get along with ? who does she respect ? who does she put up with so she doesn’t upset the leaders ?

an enemy formed through extreme jealousy and hatred on jane’s part. maybe someone with abilities that oppose or upstage hers in some way ?

someone who she can use ( and has used ) her powers on, yet they don’t seem terrified of her like everyone else. like wtf.

an oblivious human — or maybe not so oblivious human — that keeps talking to her. to avoid raising suspicion in forks, she isn’t allowed to kill / hurt them. maybe they caught her playing their fav instrument and were interested, maybe she let slip some history fact that seemed a little too specific, etc. etc.

someone she ran into on her volturi travels. maybe they were the ones to break a rule and she was the one to serve punishment, maybe they interfered in some way, maybe they just bumped into one another, etc.

someone jane has somehow developed the most minuscule of cruses on, and she fucking despises them for it. ( doesn’t have to be requited whatsoever )

if there are any other sadist monsters out there perhaps they can be actual friends lmfao

literally anything u can think of ! bring me all the plots !!

#✴ JANE | history.#evenfallhqsintro #( me when i talk too much )#( fred's coming ... eventually )#pregnancy complications tw #fire tw #death tw

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the-estranged-estrangedaframian · 1 year

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Tannerleigh Margot Pollaritz

age: 20s (default) - can be played younger or older

pronouns: She/Her

faceclaim: Anya Taylor-Joy

features: dark auburn hair, pale skin, thin build, ethereal

relationships: tbd

about: once a renown astronomer, tannerleigh lost both her job and status due to a scandal involving her side occupation (as an astrologer) and a disgruntled client.

#indie oc #open rp

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greyeyedmonster-18 · 2 years

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OOTD UPDATE:

KIM POSSIBLE BUT MAKE IT COZY

High waisted wide leg olive colored pants

grey sweater/sweatshirt that’s somehow professional al enough for the office

the black cloth loafers! they’re back!

HAIR: LILY EVANS RED

Makeup: Mascara

Eyebrows: Not over-dyed 🙂

oh i so love that your hair was inspired by MY lily evans.

LOVE cozy kim possible. love the cloth loafter and a powerful eyebrow moment (i will say, I am a little obsessed with me and my dark eyebrows with my light hair. major cara delevingne anya taylor-joy vibes). thicc eyebrow supremacy.

10/10 no notes, as usual.

#asks #grey answers #ootd tag #ootd x bestie andie #this is a fashion blog

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