#decoding desire adam

[breykurenei]

Does anybody else play honey magazine?

[hand-written-dreams]

CRIMSON SHADE

Chapter 08

Set Fire to the Rain

But I set fire to the rain

Watched it pour as I touched your face.

- ( The song of this Chapter is 'Set Fire to the Rain' by Adele.)

What's one supposed to say when she is trapped in a box with her family's sworn enemy, with his thumb pressed against her pulse point as he promises to ruin her?

Probably nothing.

It would also probably be a sane move not to provoke him further.

But not today.

Today she hovers on the brink of insanity.

"Either you want to ruin me or you want to make me work for you. Choose your poison, Mr. Raizada," the words are ice chips, melting in her mouth.

She squares her shoulders. Her fingers wrap around his wrist one by one as she removes his hand from her skin. His palm glides along her neck. The roughness drags along. It burns. She grits her teeth to stop the tingling in her fingertips as they brush against his forearm when she lets his wrist go. Her red glass bangles clink softly against her quivering wrist.

"And if you’re going to ruin me, you better make it worth my while. Because I'm sure as hell not going to work for you under a threat," she lets out, emphasising the word 'threat'.

His eyes are radioactive, seeping into her bones and poisoning her core.

He leans in, bringing his lips close to her ear. She balls her fist to tame down a shiver that's threatening to run wild, as his stubble whispers against her cheek. Rose petals bloom across the skin, making her weightless.

"One day, Miss Gupta," his breath feathers over her ear. "I am going to collect that debt I owe you.'' His words are ghosts, lurking in the shadows. "....and you know what?" His voice grazes over her skin like sand against slik; coarse, raw and primal.  "........ You are going to enjoy repaying me."

She can't breathe. Whatever retorts she's formed in her mind are on the floor. Warm floods her skin as a sudden rage fills every fibre of her being. Her hands tremble as she clenches them into fists, nails digging into her palms.

The nerve of him!

The words replay in her mind, burning like a wildfire she can’t put out. Her fingertips burn with the desire to do something. Anything. She wants to hurt him, wants to shake that cold indifference off his face. She hates that about him the most, how he never loses control, never falters. She tries to breathe, to calm herself, but the knot in her chest only tightens.

He straightens up, holding her hazels in his caramel-browns and takes a few steps back to reach the opposite side. He dials a number and brings the phone to his ear without leaving her hazels, not even for a single second.

"We are done."

The elevator dings open, somewhere she doesn't know. She doesn't care at all. She is too busy taming the wildfire raging through her bones.

And with the ghost of a sardonic smirk, he strides down the empty hallway while she drills a hole in his back with her fiery gaze.

Oh no, we are not so done.

Why is Mr. 'we-are-done' so adamant about collecting a debt that she doesn't even consider one at all?

He is still that encrypted code she can’t crack. A code she has no desire to decode.

No, that's not true. She wants to burn the code. She wants to overwrite it, hack all the data and leak all of them over the network. She wanted to erase every trace of him and let all his data dissolve into static.

She doesn’t know if it’s possible to feel this level of hate that is coursing through her body.

No, no, no. They are not done.

Not yet.

When she exits the lift in the basement, she notices the crowd gathered, waiting for the elevator, and the electrician working frantically to ensure everything is alright. A restaurant executive rushes toward her, profusely apologizing for the inconvenience. She just smiles and says she's fine.

No harm done.

Not externally.

Then she realizes someone has rendered her ride back invalid. Very rudely.

She signs, attempting to call an Uber. She certainly isn't going to call Mr.Jha and explain the situation to him. She decides to wait in the lobby for her Uber.

Meanwhile, the sky keeps rumbling and the first drops of rain begin to fall, light at first, then more insistent. The soft pitter-patter turns into a steady rhythm. She watches as the rain pours down in sheets, blurring the view of the streetlights and cars, the cityscape dissolving behind a curtain of water.

Her fingers twitch slightly at her sides, wanting to reach out and touch the raindrops. The pull to step out into the rain consumes her. She envisions the water sliding down her arms, soaking her clothes until they cling to her like a second skin. The rain, pure and untamed, would wash away her chains, make her feel free.

Her phone rings. Her Uber is here.

The Uber moves slowly, cutting through the rain. The world seems distant, almost dreamlike. She leans slightly against the window, tracing the droplets that race down the glass. Her gaze flicks to the side mirror when she senses another car trailing behind, its headlights dimmed but unmistakably following her every turn. Her breath hitches as the car maintains a steady pace, neither speeding up nor lagging behind. It’s a sleek black vehicle, but the heavy downpour prevents her from seeing the license plate or the car model.

The wipers move in a rhythmic sweep over the windshield, almost in sync with the beating of her heart. There's an eerie precision in the way it follows, unhurried but deliberate, as if its driver has all the time in the world. Her fingers tighten around her phone.

She looks down at her phone, contemplating whom to call. She spares another glance outside, but the car has vanished into the rain. She lets out a sigh of relief, the tension in her shoulders easing as she chides herself for being unnecessarily paranoid.

The Uber entered a quiet, secluded stretch of a road and suddenly, the vehicle came to an abrupt halt, jolting her in the seat.

“What happened?”

“The tyre is punctured, ma’am. Just give me a few minutes. I’ll change it,” the driver replies, his tone apologetic as he steps out into the rain.

She sighs. It's a long night indeed. On this side of the city, she won't even find another transport. She glances at her phone. And, oh shit, it's dead. Fantastic.

The sound of laughter filters through the closed windows, drawing her gaze outside. Little boys and girls splash joyfully in the puddles, their feet kicking up water in playful abandon while their laughter echoes in the air. Their bodies move with a freedom she can't help but envy. Her fingers twitch as she watches them. Their carefree innocence tugs at the corners of her soul, begging her to let go. And with her heart in between her palms, she gives in and steps out of the car.

The rain cascades around her like a curtain of shimmering diamonds as it seeps into her hair and clothes. She extends her hand and clutches a fistful of rain. She feels the raindrops on her fingertips. They slide in, weaving their way through her fingers, into her palm. She looks up feeling the cool droplets kissing her skin. For one infinite moment, she feels free.

Her lips stretch as a laugh bubbles up inside. With a childlike giggle, she kicks off her heels, letting them tumble to the ground, and joins the children in their rhythmless dance. The puddles became her stage and the rain an enchanting symphony, drumming against the earth. The tinkling of her glass bangles joins in, singing the melody of joy.

Her skin starts burning as she feels the weight of being watched, but she is too lost in the magic of the moment to care.

She twirls and leaps, her movements mirroring the carefree abandon of the children, their laughter harmonizing with the whispers of the rain. The raindrops fold her into their arms and smile against her skin while the cold wind wraps around, braiding a soft magic through her hair.

The world around her transforms, where the rain is her elixir, dissolving chains around her. The raindrops become her feathers, glistening as they cling to her skin. They are the air under her wings, lifting her higher and higher. With each twirl and each spin, she sheds the shackles and spreads the wings like the bird she was born to be.

Lost in the rhythm of her movements, she loses her footing and slips, but instead of falling, a strong arm wraps around her as she collides into a hard chest. An Armani-clad chest.

In Charcoal black.

The world is eerily quiet and time becomes a broken hourglass bleeding seconds through sands, slipping beyond her reach as her fingers wrap around his lapel. The warmth radiating from him contrasts with the cool rain. Her heart grows wings. Fluttering, flapping, soaring.

She looks up, swallowing the nothing in her throat, to meet the brown orbs, to see how they look soaked in the rain. 

And they are magnificent.

His browns change colours, sometimes it's like moulted chocolate, sometimes caramel brown, sometimes caramel and chocolate mixed together.

Yet, always bottomless, like the deepest part of the ocean.

Right now, they are liquid gold, swirling with the rich hue of dark chocolate and moulted amber. The raindrops clinging to his lashes sparkle like jewels in the streetlight.

The rain continues to pour down, creating a cocoon over them. Piercing the veil comes a foreign voice.

"Sir, do you have any extra tyres to lend? Mine is jammed."

It startles both of them as they push away from each other, reacting like they’ve just touched something scorching hot. And then, she remembers, where she is, who she is and who he is, everything.

"Yes, I have one in the trunk," he replies, without abandoning her eyes. He racks his fingers through his rain-soaked hair. Her fingers ache to follow the same path.

Yet.

"No, no need," she says firmly, clenching her fingers into a tight ball and turns toward the driver. "You don't have to take me any further. I'll manage myself. Let me just get my purse."

"You have a very stubborn passenger, I see."

"Oh, thanks for the compliment,    Mr. Raizada, but I can't afford any of your debts."

She turns angrily to reach the car, but his hand shoots out, grabbing her wrist.

A thunderclap echoes, so does her scream.

The glass bangles shatter, digging into her skin, drawing blood. She clutches at her wrist, closing her eyes tightly to breathe through the sudden pain. Crimson dripping from the breech.

"Fuck," a crack in his calm, controlled demeanour appears before it vanishes in thin air. "Let me see."

A soft murmur.

But she draws her hand away.

"I said let me see," this time a little forceful.

"No thanks!!! Keep away from me," She snaps through gritted teeth, but it comes out like a broken yell. Tears of anger, pain, and frustration roll down her cheeks, intermingled with the rain. The night is just not ending anytime soon. She starts walking toward the car.

The rain has slowed down to a light drizzle. He tosses the car keys to the driver and commands, "Be quick."

Without uttering another word, he grabs her other wrist, careful of the bangles this time and all but drags her toward his car, which is parked behind the Uber. When they reach the passenger side, she jerks her wrist free.

He opens the car door, causing the interior light to illuminate the surroundings. "Don't talk to me like that".

Her eyes narrow, his unyielding.

He reaches out to grab her injured wrist, but she takes a step back. Yet he reaches out once more, grabbing her forearm and bringing her wrist under the light. She tries to snatch her wrist free.

The more he attempts to see her wound, the more she tries to break free. At the end of the tug-of-war, he growls, "Khushi." A warning.

That stops her.

Because she've never heard her first name falling from his lips before.

Nobody says her name like this.

His lips wrap around the word.

His rasp caresses every syllable.

She winces slightly as he inspects her wound, her delicate wrist imprisoned in his colossal fingers, a fragile bird caught in the grip of a storm. A broken shard of glass lies embedded in her skin. Without saying anything he lowers his head, his teeth grip the jagged piece and pull it out. Her heart races in her wrist, pulsing in her fingers.

A delicate whimper escapes her lips, as fragile as the flicker of lightning under the dark cloud above.

His eyes lock instantly onto hers as he spits the glass piece out. His tongue peeks out to lick his lips, tasting the crimson that lingers there.

Red paints her cheeks, spreading to her neck, down to her chest, as he cleans her wound and wraps it in fresh gauze from his glove box.

"We are ready to go, ma'am," the driver's voice floats from somewhere in this misty haze as he hands the keys back.

"I'll be there in a minute," her words split in half as she replies.

Her hazels bore into his browns. He crosses her arms. His face is empty except for a slight lift, resembling a smile, playing on his lips. She says nothing. With one last gaze, she walks away, telling herself not to look behind. And she succeeds.

When the Uber starts to move along the streets, she sees a familiar, sleek black car trailing her. Again. The same one that has been trailing her before. But this time it doesn't turn her blood cold. Her blood is lava, coursing through her veins.

The car follows her till she reaches her house. It doesn't come close. It stops half a mile from the main gate. Two guards manning the entrance look at her before they open the gate. The Uber rolls inside and she stares back till she can see no more.

Author's note: Another chapter down! Your thoughts mean everything to me, so feel free to leave a comment and let me know what you think.

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[isabeauwolf]

Has anyone else thought about what songs they or your mcs and ocs would sings during karaoke night with the LOV! And Mary dragged Kai along? While Kai dragged Chrono just he didn't wanna go alone! Just me? XD What would ya'll pick? ;)

Mary: "Decode" by Paramore, "Give a Reason" by Megumi Hayashibara (Slayers NEXT op), "Dearest" by Ayumi Hamasaki (Inuyasha ed 3), and "Old Souls" from Phantom of The Paradise, "Zombie" by Natalia Kills

Mary and Toga: "Sleeping Instinct" by Yurika (Beastars Ending 2), "Again" by Yui ( Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood - Op 1), "Gurenge" by LiSA, "In Chains" by Miku Appenda, and "Mz. Hyde" by Halestorm

Toga:  "Usseewa" by Ado, "Can't By Tamed" by Miley Cyrus, and "Gimme Gimme" by Brittany Spears, "The Listening" by Lights

Shiggy: "E for Extinction" by Thousand Foot Krutch, and "Bloody Power Fame" by coldrain

Dabi: "Twisted" by MISSO, "Back From the Dead" by Skillet, "Play With Fire" (feat. Yacht Money) by Sam Tinneszm, "Behind Blue Eyes" by Limp Bizkit, "Vanilla" by Gackt, and "Bad Things" - Jace Everett

Shiggy and Dabi: "Pain" by Three Days Grace, and "Faceless" by RED

Spinner: "Rise" by Skillet, "I Am All of Me" by Crush 40

Twice: "Paranoid Doll" by GACKT, "Erase My Scars" by Evans Blue, and "Crawl" by Breaking Benjamin

Twice and Toga: Insanity (Vocaloid)

Mr Compress: "House of Memories" by Panic! At The Disco and "Dying Wish" by Tasuku Hatanaka (Moriarty the Patriot by op 1), and "Getsusekai" by BUCK TICK (Nightwalker OP)

Mr Compress and Twice: "The Other Side" from The Greatest Showman

Magne: "Baby One More Time" by Brittany Spears and "If I Had You" by Adam Lambert

Magne, Toga and Mary: "Girls Just Wanna have Fun" and "Bad Romance" by Lady Gaga, "Cinderella" by The Cheetah Girls, "SPLASH FREE" from Free! Iwatobi Swim Club ED, "Sexy Naughty Bitchy" by Tata Young, and "Starstruck" by Lady GaGa

Magne and Mary: "Gimme More" by Bodybangers ft. Victoria Kern, "Buttons" by The Pussycat Dolls, and "Dressin' Up" by Katy Perry

Everyone (pff, Mary begged; they can't say no to her XD): "Enemy" by Imagine Dragons & JID, "Riot" by Three Days Grace, "Perfect Life" by RED, and "It’s My Party" (Obey Me! Ending Theme)  

Dabi, Spinner and Twice: "War Child" by Hollywood Undead (Dabi dragged Spinner, he's blushing hard, poor baby)

Overhaul: "Madness" and "Undisclosed Desires" by Muse, "Twisted Hearts" by Tasuku Hatanaka (Moriarty the Patriot by op 2), and "Sakura Falling - Yohio

Chrono: "Silent Scream" by Cinema Bizarre, "Hot Mess" by Cobra Starship (Hari had a few drinks)

Overhaul, Dabi and Tomura: "Kamisama HELP!" from Kamisama Hajimemashita, "JEALOUSNESS" from Brothers Conflict, and "SPECIALZ" By King Gnu (JJK S2 Op2)

Overhaul and Dabi: "Secret Zone" from BAD MEDICINE-INFECTIOUS TEACHERS OP

Hahah XD I had to have our lovesick Villains all sing together, mhwhaha (gonna tease and torment my boys)

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Not gonna lie.... Twice, Spinner and Chrono were hard to think of songs for... aside from disney songs! That's a whole another crack fic idea.

I was overthinking again, pff, what's new? XD Scrolling through my music playlists, listening to songs and trying to find the right songs... this took me 2 hours X///////////x Whoops

Trying to make sure everyone got at least 1 song or 2! Then the duets and whatnot!

@togeandmegumilover @fanofflames @slayfics @dabislittlemouse @chainslobber @staitc-rj @fabled-lady-twilla @fairymama624

[basingstokemercury]

I feel the desire to write a story in which the Cartwrights decode a ciphered letter

Adam takes the lead of course, Joe finds the whole thing quite thrilling and is for once satisfied with Sidekick Role, Ben and Hoss hover around the sidelines trying to help and one of them ends up figuring out a vital lead

[schilderij1]

Decoding Art: Understanding the Symbolism in Famous Paintings

Art has always been a language of its own, with each stroke of the brush and every hue on the canvas conveying a story, emotion, or message. But beyond the surface beauty lies a deeper layer of meaning waiting to be deciphered. In this exploration, we delve into the realm of symbolism in famous paintings, unraveling the secrets hidden within the masterpieces that have captivated audiences for centuries.

Unveiling Symbolism: A Glimpse Into the Artist's Mind

Every great painting is a window into the soul of the artist, a reflection of their inner thoughts and beliefs. Symbolism serves as the bridge between the tangible and the intangible, allowing artists to imbue their work with layers of meaning that transcend the visual realm.

Take, for example, Leonardo da Vinci's "Mona Lisa," arguably one of the most enigmatic paintings in history. Beyond the serene smile of the subject lies a wealth of symbolism, from the mysterious landscape in the background to the intricate details of her clothing. Some scholars believe that the painting contains hidden messages or clues, inviting viewers to unravel its secrets.

Similarly, Vincent van Gogh's "Starry Night" is not merely a depiction of a night sky but a profound expression of the artist's inner turmoil and emotional turbulence. The swirling patterns and vivid colors evoke a sense of movement and intensity, reflecting van Gogh's struggles with mental illness and his relentless quest for inner peace.

Deciphering the Language of Colors and Shapes

In the world of art, every color carries its own significance, evoking different emotions and associations. From the passionate reds of love and desire to the calming blues of tranquility and serenity, artists use color to convey mood, atmosphere, and meaning.

For instance, in Pablo Picasso's "Guernica," the use of stark black and white contrasts with splashes of bold primary colors creates a sense of chaos and despair, capturing the horror of war and the human suffering it entails. The jagged shapes and distorted figures further emphasize the sense of unease and dislocation, inviting viewers to confront the harsh realities of conflict.

Shapes and symbols also play a crucial role in conveying meaning in art. From the graceful curves of the human form to the geometric precision of architectural elements, every shape carries its own symbolism and significance. In Grant Wood's "American Gothic," for example, the triangular composition of the figures mirrors the austerity and rigidity of rural life, while the pitchfork held by the stern-faced farmer symbolizes hard work and resilience in the face of adversity.

Beyond the Canvas: Exploring Cultural and Historical Context

Understanding the symbolism in famous schilderij requires more than just a discerning eye; it also demands an appreciation of the cultural and historical context in which they were created. Art does not exist in a vacuum but is deeply intertwined with the social, political, and philosophical currents of its time.

For instance, the religious symbolism found in Renaissance art reflects the dominant role of the Church in shaping European society and culture during that period. Paintings such as Michelangelo's "The Creation of Adam" or Botticelli's "The Birth of Venus" are not merely artistic representations but also reflections of the religious beliefs and values of the era.

Similarly, the rise of symbolism in the late 19th and early 20th centuries was closely linked to the broader cultural shifts taking place in Europe. Artists such as Gustav Klimt and Edvard Munch sought to explore the depths of the human psyche and the mysteries of existence through their work, often using symbolism as a means of expressing inner truths and universal themes.

The Power of Symbolism: From the Gallery to Your Home

While decoding the symbolism in famous paintings can be a fascinating intellectual exercise, it also has practical implications for art enthusiasts and collectors. Understanding the deeper meaning behind a painting can enhance your appreciation of it and deepen your emotional connection to the artwork.

Moreover, the symbolism in a painting can also influence its value and significance in the art market. Paintings with rich layers of symbolism and historical context are often prized by collectors and museums alike, commanding high prices at auction and garnering widespread acclaim from critics and scholars.

If you're inspired to explore the world of symbolism in art further, why not consider adding a painting to your own collection? Whether you're drawn to the mystical allure of the Renaissance or the avant-garde experimentation of the modernists, there's a wealth of symbolism waiting to be discovered in the world of painting. So why not take the plunge and buy a painting that speaks to your soul?

Conclusion: Unlocking the Secrets of Symbolism

In the vast tapestry of art history, symbolism serves as the thread that binds past and present, artist and viewer, in a timeless dance of meaning and interpretation. From the iconic smile of the "Mona Lisa" to the haunting beauty of "Starry Night," the world of painting is rich with symbols waiting to be deciphered and stories waiting to be told.

So the next time you find yourself standing before a famous painting, take a moment to look beyond the surface and delve into the hidden depths of symbolism. You may be surprised by what you discover and the new perspectives it brings to your understanding of art and the world around you.

And if you're feeling inspired to bring a piece of that magic into your own life, why not buy a painting that speaks to you? Whether it's a classic masterpiece or a contemporary work of art, the symbolism contained within its brushstrokes can enrich your home and your heart for years to come.

[peachyotome]

I am so sorry for the delay! 

But today, we have Yushin’s review. 

He is one of my all-time favorite characters and yes, I would give him truckloads of caramel bars 😂

Hope you enjoy the review ✨

-Daisy 🌼

[honey-magazine]

Honey Magazine Valentines Day Cards part 3! 💖😍

Two very good offers on the table! Any takers? 🙊

[otomechuchu]

Please do an Adam's love revival walkthrough if you can

Hello~

I made a “walkthrough”, but I don’t think it’s correct. I can post my notes… Also, this time the gacha has a free spin every day so you can easily get the affection points!

WIth the choices I picked, I needed 12 more points (and I tried twice with different choices). 

I also suspect this will become a revival event some day, so I can finish it when that time comes instead. I believe that will be better.

[vividlyinlovewithotome]

[logaofficial]

Into the Zone: Gentleman of the Cursed Pendant

 He had been raised to respect others, no matter what their life had been. It was his late mother’s decree to welcome anyone on his expeditions of ancient artifacts that, of course, would be sold at auction. The buyer would take their new fancy mirror or chest, or even an old book that no one could read.

A life he grew up in that promised wealth, as long as no secrets got out. Asking his mother when he was 16 led to no answers, she only told him that everything would be revealed when he was of age. Mother’s temper was not to be trifled with, so the burning questions of the secrets she held was never repeated.

Then tragedy had struck, his mother burned at the stake by some villagers, accusing her of being a witch. Magic didn’t exist, and he swore to cut them down one by one, to avenge Mother’s gentle soul. They would feel what she felt, the burning and searing of one’s flesh as they couldn’t do anything with their hands and feet tied to a post. He almost did, until a letter had been found on the door to his mother’s study, a room he had no intention of entering again.

Mother’s graceful curving penmanship of his name on the front, he carefully unfolded the latter, breaking the wax seal. The wording, a familiar bore. Latin.

He could renunciate the language well, almost second nature, but for some odd reason he always had issue writing it. Mother had been adamant about learning Latin, no matter the use of the old scripture. Slowly, and carefully, so no to misunderstand what she wrote.

My son, it pains me to say that my relationship with the town folk has gone astray. They no longer trust my medicinal expertise, as the new age of scientific medicine has grown more secure. The men even questioned my faith to the church! Such so much doubt against the old ways that have kept us all alive and safe. I feel there is an attack heading my way. I fear we may be run out of town, but as long as my last flesh and blood stays alive, then I will risk my own as a trade.

Do not blame the people. It is human nature to question when one finds a better technique compared to another that has been taught for centuries. Beyond my door is the age of potions and herbs, please remember what I’ve taught you. Everything you need is there. Remember to always listen to what the people don’t say. That will help guide your instincts on what is best.

Love, Christina White, your mother

Within that room, different symbols covered the walls, and in cases like that of a prized stand are artifacts that the towns folk believed to be cursed. Mother had taken them, to protect them. He had no belief of curses. Just coincidence.

All of that had been a decade prior, and he wished he taken his mother’s teachings more seriously. Especially in consideration of a group of men that he’d been warned about. They always bid the highest on the older books. He watches another boosted bid over an old Norse tome.

Out of curiosity, he’d follow up on the buyers, that way if a particular set of artifacts are found, and is in their interest, he can invite them. This group of gentlemen, bout these old books to study and decode them in their own private library. Also stating, that understanding what is written would help humanities survival. Despite that, they still had him on edge, something just wasn’t right.

At the end of the auction, a large diamond had been revealed, truly it seemed more like a sapphire but what could he say? He’s no expert.

The bid did not go as expected. Instead of multiple bids, only a few. Instead of high bids, no one started bidding until the price was dropped.

he guesses that there’s always something to be desired; much like himself, he’s not too interested in jewels. The auctioneer only glances at him in askance of what to do. He nods indicating to start with a blank slate, and even then, there had been a few hands. Eventually, it was sold to a little lady. The youngest daughter of his mother’s dearest friend.

The auction concluded, which was held in his own yard, for it was the only place big enough withing the growing town. As he greeted with the buyers to accept their money, he heard whispers of the older folk, that death with befall the daughter. The younger folk rolled their eyes at the old wive’s tale of the cursed legend of deaths surrounding the blue diamond to people’s greed.

A week had gone by, and the girl still lives, making a cranky granny swear up a storm to keep their daughter safe. She was brushed aside. As late of a morning as it was, a strange ship had appeared in the bay, the captain asking for work. hearing the captain’s words, he greeted the man, he had his own crew setting sail in the morning for a northern island that is rumored of hiding a treasure cave.

The captain did not believe him at first, until he caught sight of the blue diamond, and head the make-believe story of the little girls. her father, casually thanking him for finding the gem. The blue gem now surrounded by white diamonds lay in a gold pendant, hanging around the little girl’s neck. The captain, realizing the genuine offer, accepted and left to tell his crew of the good news.

A sudden banging on his front door, had the gentleman stumbling to find his old friend shaking in the pouring rain. Raising his hand to welcome the father of the little girl inside, instead the pendant landed on his palm. His friend yelling about the truth of the curse.

Now, the sun had risen, nobody could describe what had happened to the young girl, so full of life, now dead. The rumors spread and the older folk began their prayers of peace for the little girl. the expedition left and months later, only half the crew of both ships had returned, both blaming the curse of the pendant which he’d had given to his captain. They all refused to touch where it lay, he had to climb aboard to get it back.

Three other owners had accepted it as a gift, and each one returned to his possession. A fourth gifted it to their wife to become a family heirloom. After a month in had it yet to return, he’d been happy it gained a home. Returning to the next plan for the month and organizing the artifacts gained for auction.

Suddenly startled at the sound of glass breaking, he stared into the gas lamp before deciding to check for the disturbance. In his foyer, he’d found a broken window and, on the ground, laid a brown package. Setting the lamp down, he began to unwrap only to once again find the pendant. Picking it up carefully, the chain dangling over his hands as he looked over the coloring, a spot calls to him, a discoloring of the gem.

Grabbing the lamp, he hurries over to his desk and sits with a sigh. The mystery of the pendant ever growing as he tried to find the spot just moments before, and then his vision bleeds, blood splatter coats the pendant. Dropping it in surprise, he leans back, rubbing his eyes to clear what he thinks he just saw. Looking back at it again, blood no longer covering it.

He goes to bed, believing he’d tired and not the work of a curse.

One month goes by, two months, three and four. He still lives and decides for the safety of others he’ll keep it safe in his study.

There had been a riot in town, the kind demanding more payment to live in his territory, and the people begged him to give the kind the cursed diamond. He refused, not wanting anyone else to die. They called him selfish, they called for witchcraft, sighting the death of his mother as proof of his heritage.

He gave away all of his other possession to appease both the town and ultimately the king. He moved into a smaller home, the cursed diamond remaining with him.

Soon, the new town had heard of who he was and what he had and within a fortnight a citizen had broken into his home, killing him in his sleep. Silent screams dying with is soul as he pleads with his dying breath to not touch the diamond.

His vision blurs, his balance off as he struggles to a mirror, but something tugs on him. A tension with that forces him to follow it. The pendant, in his murderer’s hands, seems to glow with white tendrils leaking out of the blue gem, he focuses on that, the only thing familiar in his confusion.

Then he’d awake next to the diamond, in a luxurious castle, in a bustling town compared to the rolling hills he left. The king reaches for it, and he tried to stop him, but his hand only goes through the king’s wrist.

Years roll by, and as he continues to stop people from taking one a curse, he grows stronger, making his form appear to those of the castle. They began to call him ‘The Gentleman of the Cursed Pendant’, as he had not been able to stop everyone from touching it.

Time slowed to a standstill, technology increased, lights shined in bathrooms and studies, an era where everyone could afford the more prestigious inventions. Carriages turned horseless and moved with a different power.

He still prevented others from touching the cursed diamond.

The inhabitants passed down his story, often changing it from the truth, until one fateful day when a group of three gentlemen of London sheltered from a raging storm. The castle that once housed a king, now a place of rest, the pendant hung on the wall in a picture frame. One of them reached for it, which he was prepared to intervene when the maid of the inn halted them, telling his story. The three took it seriously.

That night as the storm rolls through, the diamond has been taken and placed in a large library, weapons lined the walls.

The most profound thing was the men talking about him. How he came from a long line of witches that normally worked as medicine women, nurses, or maids. The ladies of the family knew who had the gifts and the last of the line was a boy weak with power, but also with just enough where curses didn’t affect him. He wanted to fight back from the accusations that got his mother killed, but for some reason, he couldn’t. So, he stayed, patient and waiting.

The group seemed to know what they were doing, as they never touched the gem directly. The circle, in salt, surrounded him on a wooden floor began to burn, a fire rising around him. How own figure actively disappearing in a rush of heat. he witnessed his own hand reaching for the diamond, as that too burned away, followed by a black abyss.

An eternity, as he thought, and remember his life and both of his deaths, and the damned cursed pendant that he could feel the chained wrapped around his hand. The capability of imagining it being pulled out of his pocked like that of a watch and seeing all the death that the pendant had caused.

He could feel his eyes open, and in that haunting darkness, a swirling green sky met his now gray eyes. Bringing his hand up to shield some of the brightness from his new sight he found the pendant in his hand. The glowing blue gem spoke to him, and he chuckled, now gaining the truth behind the curse. That chuckle grew louder, deeper, and longer. He’s a ghost, again, but this time, a different breed.

[otome--gokoro]

I love how Extra(TM) Adam is lmaooooo Will we ever get to date Adam? So far he's the only character that hasn't annoyed me at all

[im-someone-i-guess]

important question

did the chicken come first or the egg?

and a *insert foot emoji bc I can't find it* your favourite quote and I'll have fun trying to decode it✌️

according to science the egg will come first and the chicken next but who laid the eggs? My answer, which is highly based on Adam and Eve's concept is that two chickens came first then mated and got eggs and tadaaaa chickens

🥾 I'll tell you something random about my life

mmm, I'm assuming you're using this to ask abt my favourite quote. It's "your greatest desire is your past" I saw it on Pinterest

[riri-ichinomiya]

NOOOOO!!!!! 😭 -Yushin Kuze’s Main Story (Ever After End)-

[daretosnoop]

Lessons I learned from the Games

Most of this is just silly, some are actual lessons.

SCK/SCK2:

If you’re going to get murdered, get revenge by leaving clues to the blackmail you have on potential suspects and hope to god someone figures it out

If you’re investigating a crime, being a random transfer student at the end of the year is probably not the way to go, but no one cares because they’re too busy with college applications.

If your niece is coming to your place to investigate a murder and you’re not there, the least you can do is set up a cage to trap any possible break-ins.

Nothing beats being able to hold a gun to the murderer #whySCKremastered???

Teens dealing with pressures to meet college and parental demands

Teens resorting to drugs

Teens dealing with sexism that’s found in abundance in college and work environments

Teachers not giving a shit about what students are going through.

STFD:

If you’re getting death threats, play it cool. Keeps the perps unhinged

Toxicity of fan culture

Throw all CEOs into the closet

Nothing beats Jazz

If you’re going to commit crime in an actor’s community, you must do it with flare

MHM:

If you’re going to buy a Victorian mansion, the least you can do is check for ghosts. And also hire a carpenter beforehand

Never invest your life’s savings into anything

Treat those who help you with basic decency (my god Rose!)

If you’re snooping on someone, don’t give them any indication that you’re onto them

If someone slips a threatening message under your door, open the door.

Victorian houses have all sorts of booby traps, FIND THEM.

TRT:

Don’t trust anyone who’s eager to be your friend

Trust the weirdos and grumpy people

Learn French

Don’t leave incriminating evidence that reveals your lies

There is no such thing as too much food

Women in history have been badly treated by (male) historians.

It’s called the past for a reason

Turn a bad situation into an opportunity to learn

If you’re going to do crime, at least ensure you have an escape route that’s not blocked by the snow

Don’t date people who pressure you to marry them/ask you to prove your love for them

 FIN:

As a woman, if you want anyone to take you seriously and help, you have to be adamant, sassy, and everything men don’t like to see in women.

If you’re a POC, the chances of the police helping you decreases

Capitalism sucks

Police suck

Misogyny in capitalism

Old theaters are amazing

Don’t trust the person who’s trying to be your friend!!!!!!

Don’t talk to suspects about your case

Have confidence in yourself

 SSH:

Colonialism still exists in the form of capitalism

The art industry is completely profit driven

Mexico and America tensions

The Mayans

They never talked about what happened to the Mayans…..

Don’t deal with shady salesmen

Sometimes saving money contributes to a bad system

If you accepted a position, take your work seriously

Don’t trust the guy trying to be your friend!!!!

Master the art of amnesia should you ever need to use it

Even if you disband a group of art thieves, it’s best to be humble

No one in life is going to help you, even if you get pushed into a monolith

 DOG:

This game is why it’s important to put your dog(s) on a leash! (insert that dog vine: “it don’t bite. Yes it do!”)

If we didn’t have uptight rangers, the parks would be burnt to smithereens

Misogyny exists in the woods

People who are just trying to do their job always get a bad rap even though it’s because of them the park still exists!

Gangsters are bad, but also low-key cool

Get back at your enemies by making a fake grave of them

Old people have interesting stories

Gold can release arsenic into water

Always check well water before using

Wood mice are bad for health

If you’re going to get tied up and tossed into your tool shed, keep a scythe on hand

Go birdwatching at night

Torque is a fancy word for screw driver

If you’re a POC, people are most likely to suspect you.

CAR:

There is no job security if you end up in hospital

Sometimes you really need a 2000 calorie sundae

If you went to jail, people are most likely to suspect you first

Don’t spy on your co-workers

Don’t trust the person who’s trying to be your friend!

Don’t procrastinate on a job

If you’re miserable in life, maybe it’s time to sign up for some therapy

If you have a sad backstory, you’re automatically entitled to everyone’s sad backstory

Mental illness: depression

Health awareness: niacin, don’t eat junk food like a 2000 calorie sundae

Don’t dump someone just because they’re not able to give you a lavish lifestyle

DDI:

If you’re going to trash someone’s boat, don’t leave your business card behind

If you’re tired of small mindedness, it’s best to just leave

It’s always handy in life to know boating skills

If you’re trying to report suspicious activity, communicating by bottles is not the way to go

Don’t feed wild animals!

Capitalism sucks

Look carefully at your environment, you never know what clues are left behind

Always make a plan B in case plan A doesn’t work

Don’t be afraid to explore

SHA:

Never trust the guy who’s trying to be your friend!!!

Always trust the grumpy guy

Horses die easily

There is no such thing as over ripe vegetables

Sunflowers should be planted near gardens so that bees come

Respect chickens

Falling in love with a criminal is difficult when your dad’s a cop

It’s handy to know how to ride a horse

Ghost towns are terrifying

Farmers work hard and should be respected

CUR:

Don’t trust the person who’s trying to be your friend!!!!!!!!!!

Don’t be a negligent parent

Before getting married, make sure your partner has a good relationship with your child

Don’t trust creepy people

America and British will always oppose each other

Talking parrots are always handy

British aristocracy was supported through colonialism #got Loulou on his Travels, uh huh

If you’re a spinster, you’re going to be the mom of something

If you’re afraid of becoming a monster, best be dramatic about it

It’s really important to have good communication between partners

Don’t stick your new wife in a room that still has pictures of your old wife and where all the furniture has covers on them

If you have a manor, you better explore it before some 12-year-old gets hurt exploring it

don’t go to great lengths to protect a rock

calling something that skips every generation a “family tradition” is just rude and exclusive

don’t leave your child alone for so long. Don’t keep them away from people their age

don’t write memories, no one wants to hear your life story

CLK:

if you’re going to presume someone’s identity, you better nail the part down hard

don’t blow up the kitchen when there’s only three people in the house and you were the closest and last one in the kitchen

emotional manipulation

gas lighting

if someone mentions stolen jewellery, putting back what you stole just incriminates you

even if you have psychic abilities, don’t be an ass bout it

no one ever tips because no one like the system. Pay your employees what they deserve!

Even though the depression’s going on, people are still dumping money in psychic lessons and dress making

No one ever gives anything away for free

Even if you’re promised money, don’t put too much trust in the promises of others

Don’t be rude to the person who’s trying to help you

If your partner is demanding to be spoiled during an economic depression, find a better partner

People aren’t as smart as you, tell them straight where you left your will.

 TRN:

The dumb blonde joke is not funny

Cops are useless and unhelpful

People are more willing to listen to adults then teens/young adults

Celebrities are much different in real life then in their celebrity world.

Don’t steal someone else’s ideaà artist theft

Old trains are super cool

People aren’t as smart as you, tell them straight where you hid your treasure

Don’t dump someone just because people think they’re dumb

 DAN:

Capitalism sucks

The fashion industry is brutal

normal size representation

Boss’s can be crappy people

Don’t blackmail people

If you promised to do work, you better dedicate yourself to it

Having a healthy fear of giving away personal information is not a bad thing

Don’t aid stalkers

Covid-precaution: cover face with mask. Act erratic to keep people away from you

Concept of older men dating younger women is actually frowned upon

Love is mysterious

Flashlight on the many women who helped decode during WW2 but largely remain unrecognized by countries today

Forgery is okay sometimes

 CRE:

Indigenous cultures continue to be badly and negatively portrayed in media

Capitalism sucks

Environmentalism

Academia is not as research oriented as one wishes it was

Daddy-issues

Native Hawaiians forced to “work with” big corps in order to survive.

Tourism industry and its affects on the environment and native population

Sometimes an upgrade is not a good thing

ICE:

Animal conservatism

Capitalism sucks

International competitions suck

Running away from humans to hide in a cabin and bonding with a wolf is not a bad thing

Never enter a sauna alone

It’s bad business to kick customers out

If your customers are falling asleep everyday in a common room, it’s probably not a good sign of booming business

Don’t be chill over bombs exploding near your hotel

Always handy to know how to drive a snow mobile

Don’t volunteer to be a maid, ever

Cops are useless

CRY:

Don’t dump your job on your girlfriend

There’s nothing wrong with being emo

Men being emotional and desiring love and affection

Men being abused in relationships

Even if your relative leaves you a ton of money, it’s no excuse for not being a good guardian/parent

Don’t trust strangers. Don’t eat food from random people

Customer service is awful. Even when the customer is trying to instigate a horrible reaction in you, you got to put on a smile

Always trust the eccentric lady

Nancy’s sad backstory allows her to hear everyone else’s sad backstory, unless you’re a guy, I guess.

A date in the cemetery is not a bad idea

If your partner demands you to spoil them, get a new partner

People aren’t as smart as you, tell them where you hid your treasure

VEN:

Anyone can help out on an international mafia case

The mafia is very creative and artistic

Capitalism sucks

Assert your independence as a young woman by dancing in a cat suit on stage? I guess?

Money can be found anywhere

Eat the rich

Don’t trust the person trying to be friends with you

Possessive relationships are red flags

Don’t steal a cheap neckless if you’re a notorious thief

Cops kind of useful for once.

HAU

Don’t pull a prank on your partner before your wedding

Don’t invite someone who used to date your partner and still has feelings for them

If your partner is missing, actually look for them instead of sitting around

Crows are amazing

Fiona might have lost her parents at a young age and her life as a hermit definitely had its side affects, but she also saved herself from the misogyny women endured

RAN:

If your friend gets kidnapped, please, at least fake some concern

Don’t waste time with monkeys

The only other person on the island is probably the culprit

WAV:

Girl bullying can be worse than boy bullying

Don’t trust the person who’s trying to be your friend!!!!!!

  TOT:

Nancy’s sad backstory allows her to hear everyone else’s sad backstory, unless you’re a guy, I guess.

Academic institutions are struggling to fund research

Capitalism sucks

Even if you hate your lead, don’t sabotage the team

Communication is important

Even if you hate your job, don’t sabotage your team

 SAW:

People who resist to change just become boulders in the way of progress

Boomer mentality is soul destroying

Emotional manipulation

Gas lighting

Depression

Sometimes you have to cut away from those you love in order to maintain your sanity

Nancy’s sad backstory allows her to hear everyone else’s sad backstory.

If you have to give your partner a gift every time you fight, you might have relationship problems

Don’t be in a relationship just because you’re used to it

Don’t force someone to adhere to your expectations in life

If you’re unable to talk to your partner and so resort to haunting her inn, you probably have relationship issues

[kittyanonymity]

Song List!! :D Some of these are super sad, ngl guys. I put warnings next to a couple songs just cause I know some of the lyrics or subject matter could be alarming, so watch out for that! I’ve been listening to this playlist non stop for like 2 weeks, just using it to get inspired for my daminette fic I started lol 

Maybe you guys’ll like it too! <3 The genres are pretty mixed, so be ready for a bit of everything lmao

Gonna want a read more, I think lol 

Stay - The Score

Natural - Imagine Dragons

Hero - Skillet 

Black and Blue - Long Hawke 

Monster - Starset

I Walk the Line - Halsey

Me Against The World - Superchick

Blue Eyes - Within Temptation

Centuries - Fall Out Boy

Walking on Air - Kerli

Decode - Paramore

Red Stars - The Birthday Massacre

Love Goes On and On (feat. Amy Lee) - Lindsey Stirling

Dance With the Devil - Breaking Benjamin 

I Don’t Wanna Die - Hollywood Undead

Devour - Disturbed

Lips Like Morphine - Kill Hannah

Death of Me - PVRIS

Not Strong Enough (feat. Brent Smith) - Apocalyptica

Warriors - Imagine Dragons

Rise - Katy Perry

Welcome Home - Cohered and Cambria

Wicked World - Cold

You’re Mine - Disturbed

Cold (But I’m Still Here) - Evans Blue 

Think Twice - Eve 6

Cirice - Ghost

Gasoline - Halsey

Angel - Theory of a Deadman

A Thousand Years - Christina Perri

Champion - Fall Out Boy

Rock What You Got (Fight Underdog Fight! Mix) - Superchick

All I Ever Wanted - Basshunter

Summertime Sadness - Within Temptation

Take a Bow - Rihanna

Undisclosed Desires - Muse

you should see me in a crown - Billie Eilish

Set Me on Fire - Flyleaf

Satisfy - Nero

Running Up That Hill - Meg Myers

Phoenix - League of Legends (Song slaps, don’t judge me)

Strange Boy - Kerli

Roar - Katy Perry 

The Mystic - Adam Jensen

S.C.A.V.A. - Hollywood undead

Misery Business - Paramore

Wanna Be Missed - Hayley Kiyoko 

Bound to You - Christina Aguilera

Anthem for the Broken - MISSIO

Taking Over Me - Evanescence 

Memories - Within Temptation 

Funhouse - P!nk

Mirror - Barlow Girl

The Last Night - Skillet 

Unfamiliar - The Birthday Massacre

Hey Hey (Vampires vs. Cheerleaders Mix) - Superchick

I Bet My Life - Imagine Dragons

Your Betrayal - Bullet for My Valentine 

New Day - Hollywood undead

Broken Pieces (feat. Lacey) - Apocalyptica 

I Don’t Care (feat. Adam Gontier) - Apocalyptica

Already Over - Red

Together Again - Evanescence

Mad Hatter - Melanie Martinez

Shatter Me (feat Lzzy Hale) - Lindsey Stirling

Miss Murder - AFI 

Forevermore (feat. Broken Iris) - Aroth

Passion - AWOLNATION

You Call Me a Bitch Like It’s a Bad Thing - Halestorm

Shapeshifter (feat. Styles of Beyond) - Celldweller

Whatever It Takes - Hollywood undead

I Will Possess Your Heart - Death Cab for Cutie

It’s the Fear - Within Temptation

Can I Exist - MISSIO

I Can’t Do This - Plumb

One Step at a Time - Jordin Sparks

Only Girl (In the World) - Rihanna

That’s What You Get - Paramore

Never Say Die - CHVRCHES

Devil’s Backbone - The Civil Wars

Kill the Lights - The Birthday Massacre

Still Here - Digital Daggers

Immortals - Fall Out Boy

No Light, No Light - Florence + The Machine

Castle - Halsey

Hearts a Mess - Gotye

Where Did the Beat Go? - P!nk

NFWMB - Hozier (it’s the pitched lesbian version though)

Next to Me - Imagine Dragons

Blood in the Cut - K.Flay 

Love is Dead - Kerli 

Crazy Angel - Kill Hannah

Dark Paradise - Lana Del Rey

How to be a Heartbreaker - Marina and The Diamonds

You Don’t Belong - Daughtry

What You Want - Evanescence

Tag, You’re It - Melanie Martinez (potential TW for this song)

Bottom of the Deep Blue Sea - MISSIO 

Had Enough - Breaking Benjamin

Ricochet - Starset

Young - Hollywood Undead

Stockholm Syndrome - Muse

High Hopes - Panic! At the Disco

Crushcrushcrush - Paramore

What’s Wrong - PVRIS

Rock This World - Hilary Duff

In the Dark - The Birthday Massacre

My Girl’s Ex-Boyfriend - Relient k

Pretty Girl (The Way) - Sugarcult

Heathens - twenty one pilots

The Bird and The Worm - The Used

Only One - Yellowcard

Now You’re Gone - Basshunter

Bad Boy - Cascada

Something Just Like This - The Chainsmokers & Coldplay

Live For The Night - Krewella

I Am Woman - Jordin Sparks

Secret Door - Evanescence

Defeated - Breaking Benjamin

U Don’t Know (feat. Wayne Coyne) - Alison Wonderland 

Black Dahlia - Hollywood Undead

Someone Who Cares - Three Days Grace

Bewitched (feat. Lady Nogrady) - Blood on the Dance Floor (don’t judge me, it’s a fun song)

Hold On (feat. Brave) - Arman Cekin

Sever The Ties (feat. Esther Sparkles) - Arman Cekin

Memories of a Girl I Haven’t Met - Celldweller

Paris - M.O.O.N.

Guilt - Nero

Love Me (feat. Jacob Banks) - Wide Awake

Daughters of Darkness - Halestorm

Never Alone - Barlow Girl

Anthem - Superchick

Burn Away - The Birthday Massacre

God is a woman - Arian Grande

I Did It for Love (feat Sean Garrett) - BoA

Beautiful Liar - Beyonce & Shakira

Angel With a Shotgun - The Cab

Anthem of the Angels - Breaking Benjamin

Everytime - Britney Spears

Haters - Hilary Duff

I Look So Good (Without You) - Jessie James

Battlefield - Jordin Sparks

Weight of the World - Evanescence

Wide Awake - Katy Perry

Cannonball - Kiesza

I Need to Know - Marc Anthony

Problem - Natalia Kills

Rude Boy - Rihanna

Counting Stars - OneRepublic

According to You - Orianthi

The Truth About Love - P!nk

I Hate This Part - The Pussycat Dolls

Eternity - Rachel Taylor

Towards the Sun - Rihanna

Ready to Fight - Roby Fayer & Tom Gefen

Brave - Sara Bareilles

Good For You (feat. A$AP Rocky) - Selena Gomez

Invisible - Skylar Grey (potential TW here) 

This Love - The Veronicas 

Beautiful - Akon

Too Little, Too Late - JoJo

Knock You Down - Keri Hilson

Bang - Armchair Cynics

Shut Your Mouth - Attack Attack!

Leaving Tonight - The Birthday Massacre

Breaking the Silence - Breaking Benjamin

Beautiful Girl - Broken Iris 

All These Things I Hate (Revolve Around Me) - Bullet for My Valentine

Stupid Girl - Cold

Traitor - Daughtry

Love and Tragedy - Digital Summer

Haunted - Evanescence

Iris - Goo Goo Dolls

Beautiful With You - Halestorm

My Name is Human - Highly Suspect

Can’t Love Me - It’s Alive

Gone - My Darkest Days

How Did You Love - Shinedown

It’s Not Me It’s You - Skillet 

Halo - Starset

Until the Day I Die - Story of the Year

Bitter Taste - Three Days Grace

Always Find Me Here - Transit 

Liar Liar (Burn in Hell) - The Used

The Heart of Everything - Within Temptation

I Want Out - Young Guns

World So Cold - 12 Stones

[otomeshots]

It's impossible to hide anything from Adam -___-