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@limalatina: Dios los cría y ellos se juntan.
You've said this before so I know this means birds of a feather flock together. And you're not wrong.
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( open to all ! )
Caution marked Salacia's movement as she took a step forward, her feet moving forward in almost slow motion. She could feel people eyeing her, could hear them whisper to their companions excitedly about having caught a glimpse of one of the new tributes, but she paid them no mind. No, her attention was on the enormous lobby of the Tower. Her eyes scanned the room from corner to corner, taking in the modern sleekness of its furniture, listening the cacophony of sounds, observed the hustling busyness of its passing occupants.
It was quite something — and already, she hated all of it.
"It's definitely different from home." Salacia murmured, unsure if anyone even heard her. "It's so———" Disgustingly artificial. Devoid of human touch. Lacking anything that resembles a soul. "Impressive." A word tumbled out of her mouth with the practiced ease of a career who knew the importance of the appearances, even if she didn't believe a word of it. "How long it'll take before I get used to this?"
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𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁! ⸻ na frente do complexo.
Fazia pouco mais de três horas que havia chegado em Haneul. Não que Nate tivesse o costume de contar o tempo, mas considerava lugares desconhecidos estressantes, ainda mais aquele que era tão significativo emocionalmente. Assim que seu corpo reduziu a velocidade da corrida até encontrar-se totalmente imóvel, inclinou-se para frente, pousando ambas as mãos nos próprios joelhos enquanto tentava recuperar o fôlego, não demorando-se muito naquela posição ao que rapidamente prendeu a gola da camiseta entre os dedos longos que trataram de puxar o tecido com certo desespero devido a sensação de desconforto que surgiu ao senti-lo grudar na pele suada, despreocupando-se com as cicatrizes de seu tronco e costas que não seriam tão aparentes durante o breu parcial do local. Embora sua dupla nacionalidade fosse constatada em seus documentos, Nathan não possuía o comportamento polido geralmente usual daquele país e não tinha a mínima intenção de fingi-lo, mesmo que tivesse plena noção de que aquilo não somente perturbava algumas pessoas, mas era visto como inadequado pela maioria delas. Porém, rapidamente a postura desleixada tornou-se tensa e os olhos se focaram na silhueta que se aproximava, tentando, de alguma forma, identificá-la em meio a pouca iluminação do complexo.
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(JB) Hey Maverick. Not sure we've met before but now we have to get gifts, lol.
Hey JB, nice to meet you then I guess, haha. Happy holidays let’s do it! @jbjonesxdomme
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I imagine a (really) quick tour basically consisting of Elvis going there's the kitchen, you know the outside, I'll give you a proper tour later lil girl and ushering her up the stairs to a guest room. Where Gigi ofc would get teary eyed and insist on "being with you and taking care of you Daddy".
So they head to his bedroom and he excuses himself to the bathroom only for her to get anxious / worried about idk a grunt or something she hears and she barges in. Look, it's Gigi the girl who has no boundaries in that respect I think anyway. So, she finds him mid-enema and just moves to help (sorry? Can probably be glossed!). He ofc is Very Hesitant and Shooked she's this… Doing this… Being his salvation when he's utterly exhausted and worn out from the day's events.
Gigi just does the things necessary, gets a damp cloth to wipe his sweaty face and sideburns and no she does not at all REVEL in the fact that she gets to do this and care for him and shower him with the affection we all know he deserves.
Once they settle into getting ready for bed Elvis is shocked again by her insistence in either a) sleeping neckid or b) being the bigger spoon cause she knows he's tired and can't handle pressure on his stomach right now. Actually probably B. As she soothes him to sleep, he murmurs to her that he "I'll get even with you Little" or whatever sounds good and drifts off. Gigi is left with all these feelings running through her of needing to take care of E and simultaneously needing to feel him Everywhere.
Hope this helps!
I AM ACTUALLY GOING TO PASS AWAY FROM THE FEELING OF BEING SO SEEN.
It’s like you read my most harbored wants for this chapter but I thought no one else would want to explore the less fluffy aspects of caretaking and then BAM -there’s you with this. Oh gosh, this is very emboldening, thanks babe. …and being the big spoon! I need to be his little jet pack and let his the back of his head rest on big tittys and have him be cradled by arms that can barely reach around his bulk. 🤧
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❤️ @dom-i-nate liked —
like what you see, sir?
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— setting: the midnight club ; not picky on day or time of day
— availability: open starter for anyone (4/4) ; @providencepeakstarters
"Hey, I, uhhh..." The Boston accent was still faintly there despite the dilution of time spent away from where he'd originated. "Yeah, I'm sorry to interrupt— I'm the only one here and I'm headed on break," he said, still not entirely used to this line of work even though this brief stop began two years ago. "Do you need anything— can I do anything for you before I step away for a bit?" Likely, Levi would just find an empty table to sit at as he wouldn't be able to do much else since no one else was there to cover. Mostly he just wanted to get off his feet after ten hours.
#providence.starter#interactions.#open starter.#pls assume connections if you want#he's been here 2 years
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Wassup! How ya doin? So, I've been looking through your stuff, and honestly, DAMN you write good! If it's not too much, I'd like to request for ROR Buddha, Ares, Hermes, and Jack interacting with or having teatime with Marie Antoinette reader?
After reading her up as to what she was actually like, I'd like to think that after her death, she started leading a more modest lifestyle cause I like the idea of her becoming a cottage core girlie, but still maintaining some level of opulence from her life, like jewelry, or love of sweets.
That'd be all! Wish you the best!
A/N: Hello, I'm doing just fine today and thank you so much for asking and for the compliment!! I'm very passionate about my works and writings. 👀
Glady I will, it's never too much. I hope you're also doing fine and if not, please enjoy what I've got for you. Also did you draw that? It's stunning!!
I absolutely adore this idea you have for Marie Antoinette, 100℅ cottagecore girl!~ <3
Teatime with Marie Antoinette ☕🤍
➩ Marie Antoinette, adorned in a gown of shimmering silk and gold jewelry, sat gracefully at a marble table set with delicate porcelain teacups and dainty pastries. Across from her, sat an empty chair for whoever would want to join her.
And much to the woman's surprise, who was used to being alone in this afterlife because of her past, would be having some company after all, much to her delight!
➩ Reader type: Marie Antoinette!reader with Buddha, Ares, Hermes and Jack the ripper.
⚠: Mentions of past death, murders, past regrets & flashbacks, angst, jacks mommy issues!
Buddha:
The scent of blossoms hung heavy in the air and the gentle rustle of leaves provided a soothing backdrop to the graceful Marie Antoinette, who found herself seated at a elegantly set tea table.
Opposite her sat Buddha, the enlightened one, who had joined her for tea, albeit for an unconventional reason.
Marie Antoinette, her curiosity piqued by the unexpected guest, regarded Buddha with a mixture of amusement and intrigue.
"Welcome, honored Buddha," she greeted, her voice tinged with curiosity.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
Buddha, his serene expression unchanged, offered a gentle smile.
"I have come for the pastries," he replied simply, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"But I am also curious to hear your story, Madame Antoinette."
Marie Antoinette's laughter bubbled forth like a sparkling stream, her mirth contagious in the tranquil garden.
"Well, Buddha," she exclaimed, her eyes dancing with amusement, "you are in luck, for I have plenty of pastries to share, and a story to tell that is as rich as the treats before us."
As they indulged in the delectable pastries, their conversation flowed effortlessly, traversing the realms of history, philosophy, and the intricacies of human nature.
Despite their stark differences in background and beliefs, Marie Antoinette and Buddha found a surprising kinship in their shared appreciation for life's simple pleasures.
Buddha listened intently as Marie Antoinette regaled him with tales of her life as the Queen of France, her voice animated with passion and warmth.
From her extravagant balls and lavish feasts to the tumultuous political landscape that defined her reign, she painted a vivid portrait of a woman caught in the whirlwind of history.
"And what of you, Buddha?" Marie Antoinette inquired, her curiosity piqued.
"What led you to seek enlightenment and transcendence?"
Buddha's expression softened, his gaze turning inward as he reflected on his journey towards enlightenment.
"I sought to understand the nature of suffering and the path to liberation," he explained, his voice serene yet filled with compassion.
"In the pursuit of truth, I found a deeper understanding of the human condition and the interconnectedness of all beings."
Marie Antoinette nodded thoughtfully, her admiration for Buddha's wisdom evident in her eyes.
"A noble quest indeed," she remarked, her voice tinged with respect. "And yet, here we are, bound together by a shared love for pastries and the joy of good company."
Buddha had to let out a small chuckle, "Hah, indeed we are Madame, indeed we are."
Ares:
Marie Antoinette found herself seated at a gracefully adorned tea table, her delicate porcelain cup filled with fragrant brew.
Across from her sat Ares, the formidable god of war, his imposing presence softened by the ambiance of their setting.
Marie greeted Ares with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with charm. "Welcome, Lord Ares," she said graciously, extending a dainty hand in greeting.
"I am delighted to have your company for tea this evening."
Ares, his expression stoic yet tinged with uncertainty, returned the gesture with a curt nod.
He shook her hand as gently as he was able to, afraid to somehow hurt her. His hand was much bigger than hers after all and compared to her, he was a god.
"The pleasure is mine, Madame Antoinette," he replied, his voice gruff yet respectful.
"I must admit, tea is not something I am accustomed to, but I am willing to partake.."
As they settled into their seats, Marie Antoinette poured tea for both herself and Ares, her movements graceful and practiced.
Ares, however, found himself struggling with the delicate intricacies of tea etiquette, his fingers fumbling awkwardly with the delicate teacup.
Marie Antoinette let out a small giggle behind her hand as she watched Ares' attempts, finding his earnestness endearing despite his lack of finesse.
"Fear not, Lord Ares," she reassured him, her voice laced with amusement.
"Tea drinking is an art form, but with a bit of guidance, I am certain you will master it in no time."
With patient encouragement, Marie Antoinette guided Ares through the proper technique of holding the teacup, lifting it with elegance, and sipping the tea with refined grace.
Though Ares initially struggled to emulate her poise, he soon found himself growing more accustomed to the ritual, his movements becoming smoother with each attempt.
As they conversed over tea, Marie Antoinette regaled Ares with tales of her life in the royal court of France, her anecdotes punctuated by laughter and animated gestures.
Ares listened intently, his gaze fixed on her with a mixture of admiration and bemusement.
"And what of you, Lord Ares?" Marie Antoinette inquired, her curiosity piqued.
"What tales do you have to share from ancient Greece?"
Ares' expression softened, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"My tales are not ones of refinement and elegance. They're just not suitable for a fair lady such as you," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of determination in doing the proper thing he thought was best.
Even if it had sparked her curiosity and interest to hear what went out on the battlefield, Marie Antoinette simply just nodded and chuckled in return.
"Whatever you say Ares, if that is what you wish."
Hermes:
Marie Antoinette found herself seated at a beautifully adorned tea table, her porcelain cup filled with delicious warm tea.
Before her stood Hermes, the fleet-footed messenger of the gods, his presence exuding an air of elegance much like her own and efficiency.
Hermes, clad in his customary black suit and carrying a tray laden with delicacies, bowed respectfully before Marie Antoinette.
"Madame Antoinette," he greeted, his voice smooth as silk.
"I have come to attend to your needs as your humble bulter this evening."
Marie Antoinette smiled graciously, her eyes filled with appreciation.
"Oh thank you, Hermes," she replied, her voice soft and filled with a sincere warmth.
"But I would much prefer your company, if you would be so kind."
Hermes hesitated for a moment, unused to be offerd this by someone he saw as a guest to him and the other gods court.
But he found himself unable refuse the request of the gracious lady in front of him.
With a nod of acquiescence, he set down the tray and took a seat opposite Marie Antoinette, his demeanor composed yet curious.
As they began to engage in polite conversation, their words flowing effortlessly between them.
Despite their best efforts to maintain a sense of decorum, a sudden mishap occurred when Marie Antoinette inadvertently knocked over a delicate teacup, causing it to spill it's contents onto the table.
"Pardon me, sir," Marie Antoinette exclaimed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
"I did not do that on purpose!"
Hermes' expression softened with recognition as he realized the significance of her words.
Those were her last words before she was executed.
"No need to apologize, Madame Antoinette," he replied gently, his voice tinged with sympathy as he took out a napkin from his pocket.
"Its okay for even those of high statuses to make mistakes and be a bit clumsy."
Marie Antoinette nodded but quickly grew quiet, her thoughts drifting back to the events of her mortal life, to the past tumultuous moments leading up to her untimely demise.
Yet, despite the weight of her memories haunting her, she found solace in Hermes' understanding gaze, his silent support a balm to her troubled soul.
"I apologize for my words, Madame Antoinette but I'm being truthful." Hermes spoke once more, his eyes filled with compassion.
"I did not mean to cause you so much distress."
"How did you- doesn't matter.."
Marie Antoinette shook her head, offering him a gentle smile. She wasn't sure how Hermes was able to tell something was off about her.
Was it because he was a divine being or because it was so obvious? Either way it didn't matter.
"It is quite all right, Hermes. You haven't..i just had to remember something." she replied, her voice filled with forgiveness.
"In fact, I am grateful for your understanding. You're right, even I can make mistakes."
"Exactly, now let me clean this up for us so we can continue this splendid tea party, hm~"
Jack the ripper:
In the serene gardens of the afterlife, Marie Antoinette sat gracefully at a finely set tea table, her porcelain cup filled with warm tea, her mind lost in contemplation.
Suddenly, she sensed a presence approaching, and to her surprise, Jack the Ripper emerged from the shadows, his demeanor creepy yet strangely intriguing.
Jack, his eyes gleaming with curiosity, bowed respectfully before Marie Antoinette.
"Madame Antoinette," he greeted, his voice a low murmur, "I hope you do not mind if I join you for tea. After all, who am I to resist such a grand offer?"
Marie Antoinette, though taken aback by the unexpected company, of such a known killer gestured graciously for Jack to take a seat.
"Of course, Monsieur Ripper, who am I to dismiss some company!" she replied, her voice composed yet tinged with curiosity.
"I welcome you, unlike most here.." She sighs, recalling how many had been very cold towards him.
Though who were they to blame for having murdered innocent women.
As they settled into their seats, Marie Antoinette and Jack engaged in polite conversations at first, their words dancing between until it slowly took a deep turn.
Jack, ever the enigma, shared tales of his past, his voice tinged with a mixture of remorse and defiance.
Marie Antoinette listened intently, her heart heavy with empathy for the man shrouded in darkness.
Yet she still had to think about his poor victims and how it could've all been avoided if Jack's mother hadn't snapped, same went for the bearded man himself.
"And what of you, Madame Antoinette?" Jack inquired, his gaze piercing yet strangely gentle.
"How did you find yourself in the halls of the afterlife?"
Marie Antoinette's expression softened as she recounted the events of her mortal life, from her rise as the Queen of France to her tragic demise at the hands of the revolutionaries.
She usually wouldn't have shared such memories with someone, for it haunted her so deeply til this day.
But knowing Jack hadn't been any better than her when he was alive, she felt like she could speak of the trials and tribulations she faced, her voice filled with hidden sorrow.
As their conversation delved deeper into the intricacies of their pasts, Marie Antoinette and Jack found themselves bound by a shared understanding of the burdens they bore.
Even with the vast chasm that separated them in life, they discovered a common thread of humanity that transcended the boundaries of time and circumstance.
Suddenly, amidst their conversation, a faint sound echoed through the garden, the pitter-patter of tiny footsteps.
Marie Antoinette's heart skipped a beat as she turned to see her beloved child, running towards her with arms outstretched.
"Mama!" the child cried, tears streaming down their cheeks, seeking solace in their mother's embrace.
Marie Antoinette's eyes brimmed with tears as she enveloped her child in a warm embrace, her heart overflowing with love for her youngling.
"Oh darling what are you doing here?!"
As she glanced up at Jack, she saw a flicker of recognition in his eyes, a glimpse of the vulnerability that lurked beneath his hardened exterior.
Jack watched the tender scene unfold before him, a bittersweet smile playing upon his lips. In that moment, he saw himself reflected in the child's tears, a lost soul seeking comfort in the arms of their mother.
"Well aren't they a adorable little one~"
#writing#record of ragnarok#shuumatsu no valkyrie#interactions.#ror buddha#snv buddha#ror ares#snv ares#ror hermes#snv hermes#ror jack the ripper#snv jack the ripper#marie antoinette#angst#heavy angst
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Starter for: @darpow
Location: Merrock Library
The library was a source of information that Lynn often used for her work but also whenever Darrius and her were up to research again. And it was not that uncommon that the librarian who was working when they were there was not too happy with them. Simply because the two of them got too excited over the subject they were looking into and the volume raised up.
The blonde woman was chuckling when the librarian walked away once more after reprimanding the two adults for the second time that afternoon. "It nearly feels as if I am back in school again with the reprimands we are being given," she whispered, a smile still on her lips.
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Starter: Open
Location: Golden Hour Beach Bar
Even after Eve had been in town now for a few months and had visited a few times before to see Genesis, she was still lacking the proper knowledge to get around town. The blonde sat down at the bar, her gaze moving over the sunset that had set in. "I have no idea how I actually survived in New York City, since I keep getting lost in this place. But the sight of this sunset makes up a lot for it," the woman said to no one in particular at the bar with her. "How long have you been in Briar Ridge?"
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Hi. Uh, weird story. Turns out I forgot my wallet in your room the other night. I'm kind of hoping that you know this already due to having found it because I would hate to go down to the DMV to renew my license. Any such luck? / @mikeefaist
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@steviebevans-wmu: How did you get banned from Pappadeaux??
So that's the lie, sorta. It wasn't every one in Houston, just the Galleria location (which was my favorite one). I unintentionally started a fight in there that got out of hand, so the manager said I can never come back. Fuck that guy.
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LOCATION — The Green Dragon Apartments ( phone call ).
WHO — Sebastian & Phoebe ( @phoebeyates )
Calling Phoebe after the bombshell of big news had been dropped atop Seb and CJ’s heads only felt like a natural course of action, as far as he was concerned. Seeing that he couldn’t necessarily call Jeanie while she was working to let her know what was going on, and taking into account that he was avoiding the disappointed scolding he’d receive from Hunter for as long as humanly possible — well, that meant his best friend was the first one up to the plate to deal with whatever word vomit would come out of his mouth.
If she would answer, that is. He called once with no response, twice with no response, and the third and fourth time he didn’t even let it ring all the way before he was trying to call again. He stopped for a moment, only to text her a nonsensical string of question marks and exclamation points to signify that whatever the hell she was doing was clearly not as important as this.
Apparently, she didn’t think so. He stopped counting around ten missed calls and just felt relieved the moment that he heard something else rather than her cringey ‘leave a voicemail’ recording.
Okay, maybe he played it a little calm and collected before, but there was still a piece of him that was internally freaking out.
“Phoebe! What the fuck, man?! What the fuck do you think this is — time to unplug, you can’t answer your phone?! Bullshit, by the way. I know you’re on this fucking thing like, twenty-four fucking seven. You can see when I’m calling you, bitch.”
He took a breath, loud and pointed, before he continued, “I have news. I just need you to like, promise me that you won't be mad?”
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LOCATION — Peak Seasons Ballroom, Saints & Sinners event.
WHO — Elijah & Roman ( @rcmandaniels ).
Before the night even properly began, Elijah made a vow to himself to check his phone as minimally as he possibly could until he and Aslihan left the hotel room sometime tomorrow morning — at least. Not that he didn’t want to know about what the girls and all three of their cats were up to since they parted ways, but he had to admit that his parents were extremely excessive with relaying that information, down to documenting every little detail. Rightfully so, he supposed, since Rhiannon was their first and only grandchild, but the whole point of coming out and staying overnight at Peak Seasons was so they could spend uninterrupted time together, and the barrage of text messages coming through his phone wasn’t exactly helping. He’d appreciate it practically any other time except tonight, so he simply tried to stay away from it all together. It didn’t really work, though — Aslihan slipped away from him to chat with someone she knew and he peeked at his lockscreen to find three missed calls from his mother, which was . . . odd. At that point, he was unable to put the antics at home out of his mind and he headed away from the noisy ballroom to work out what was going on. He went farther out than the relatively quieter lobby, figuring that while he was away he might as well have a smoke. However, he instantly regretted it once the chilly outdoor wind whipped against his bare skin and he realized that his girlfriend still had his robe. He didn’t notice that Roman had been standing a short distance away from the exit either, otherwise that would have been enough to have the musician turn on his heel instantaneously and redirect back inside.
#INTERACTIONS.#ft. roman#i do apologize for the lack of dialogue#eli is a little bitch is all i can say :D
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PM from Jughead: The end of the week is still later in the week, Mav. So consider this me keeping my promise and reassuring you that I am very much still alive and breathing.
PM: You upheld your promise, I appreciate that. Glad to hear you're alive and breathing. Nice to hear from you Jug, everything okay with your sister too? @thejugheadjones
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@rxvonna from here
"Our history?? You mean how I covered your ass for centuries because I thought we were friends, and how at the very first opportunity you repaid me for that by betraying me? What part of that history makes you think I'd want anything to do with you now?"
"I don't care what you believe. We're done."
. "I still don't understand how you could think I was the one betraying you when you decided a long time ago that you'd lie to me about so much. About my job; about my own existence. That's not how friends are supposed to treat each other."
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