#dominioners in dresses

[ultravioart]

roughing out ideas for a "goth/punk chick" disguise that peepers wears so he isn't shot on sight by Dominator lol

[cressida-jayoungr]

One Dress a Day Challenge

April: Yellow Redux

Murdoch Mysteries (s14e8, "The Dominion of New South Mimico") / Clare McConnell as Effie Newsome

This coat looks golden in the episode itself, but the views in sunlight show that it is definitely yellow. The material features a windowpane design in brown and a double row of buttons down the front. The wide, circular collar with its asymmetical opening is an interesting feature.

[creepyjirachi]

one time i went to kings dominion during the off season and walked right on to one of the most popular coasters— the volcano. it was a massive suspended coaster that swung the riders 100+ feet in the air, inside and above a fire-spitting fake volcano. one of its big gimmicks was that it accelerated extremely fast. basically as soon as the operator hit the button, you were going full speed.

anyways. my friend and i walked all the way through the huge empty queue, and it was basically just us and maybe 3 other people on the coaster. usually there’s like a safety spiel and a whole scripted speech about the ride before they launch you. but the operator just secured our seats, went back to the front, and in a super thick fake russian accent said “do svidaniya” into the mic. and basically shot us out of a cannon. so you could probably make a creepypasta out of that

and, of course, you can’t forget the ghouls

[ctommy-chileno]

I had to scramble around my own comic because i forgot a fact about my own OC Im such a fake fan

[marcirose]

Going back to the alt bbs timeline with Ven popping into Dwarf Woodlands and still not being used to form changes

[blackmensuited]

[maglorthecrab]

*heavy breathing*

JURASSIC. WORLD. DOMINION.

I LOVED IT

also yes the gays dress like Jurassic Park. Exhibit A:

[iinmysights]

just finished dominion need a dinosaur theme now

[fancyschmancyopinions]

BRYCE DALLAS HOWARD at the premiere of “Jurassic Park: Dominion” on June 2nd and June 6th 2022 in Germany and Los Angeles wearing PAMELLA ROLAND and ALEX PERRY

[chrollohearttags]

DOLL FACE • chrollo lucifer

synopsis: in which you become chrollo’s newest obsession with no chance of him ever letting you go.

content + themes: yandere, drug lord!chrollo, black!fem reader, reader is an escort, mirror sex, porn without plot, rough sex, spit kink, dacryphilia, prone bone, heavy breeding, unprotected sex, dark themes, drug use (consensual), read at your own risk, short drabble

word count: 0.8K

📝: just a little something/rehashing from a previous story I wrote for a while ago. May have to revisit this someday. Shoutout to @lostgxrlblog for reminding me of this! Should also go without saying but minors are not welcomed!!

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leather pumps with bottoms painted in red, pointed to the ceiling…

the scent of bourbon and nicotine permeating throughout the air along with the smell of sex..

strips of cocaine lined up on a shard of glass..

sounds of rampant thumping and loud cries filled the room..

it was a sight or rather, a very lucid reality that you had been experiencing for quite some time now. A pleasurable fantasy fulfilled by none other than the man who had placed you in this situation in the first place. Face down in the plush cushion of a hotel bed mattress as he ruts his hips into the plumpness of your ass. Watching it ripple each time he peered down and thrusted in. Thumbs pressed into the visible dimples on your back..it was one of the many admirable features he loved about you. Honestly, he could ramble for hours on end about how beautiful, soft and sexy you were. How he loved you dearly..and you were the most precious thing in his life. So much so, he made love to you as if it would be his last. Vigorously pounding you into the bed; causing it to vibrate at the sturdy seams.

“Yesss..! Just like that, doll face. Look up..look at your pretty fucking face in the mirror.”

a backhanded yet endearing pet named he’d so affectionately adorned you with once you became his employee and lover. Truth be told, the former was not of your own volition. It had been a year since you’d become the proverbial ‘bottom bitch’ to the illustrious crime lord, Chrollo Lucifer. His top escort and appointed leader to all the other sex workers who served under him. Although not an ideal line of work, being in his presence was enough to endure anything. A feeling he shared mutually; proving so through discarding the demeaning term and giving you the aforementioned moniker. You were gorgeous..absolute perfection if he’d ever seen it. In the same breath though, he considered you as nothing more than an object. His toy and plaything to mold and shape in his image…in more ways than one…

“You take my dick so well…god, I love being inside of you. How am I supposed to let anyone else have this pussy when it’s so conformed to my shape? It’s made for me..”

powerful words he’d hiss into your ear whilst he hovered over your frame, taking full dominion over your center. Your sticky, sweat and otherwise stained skin smacking against each other. You’d take those deep, unrelenting strokes as much as you’d could but to no avail..that thick cock stretching you open but still not wanting to give way. As some semblance of comfort, you’d grasp and claw at the crisp white sheets, chewing into the pillow but much like the other pieces of normalcy in your life, he’d rip that away and forcefully tug you back by your wrists. Maneuvering you to his own accord..a fate you were used to. Forced to glare up at your own pathetic reflection in the mirror..a fucked out face marked with smeared makeup and saliva from both your own mouth and him filling it up with spit of his own. Claw marks from him, fish hooking his fingers into your jaw and your expensive dress ripped to shreds. That done the courtesy of the client that you had just seen prior to him bursting in the room and claiming you for his own. All but running the man out by gun point. It couldn’t be helped really..especially when he saw you strutting about in that bright red ensemble, rubbing on his chest and kissing the ugly fuck..he couldn’t take it! Hence why you were being marked and bred until he was satisfied. Make no mistake, it wasn’t the actions of a brutal tyrant. It was because he was so hopelessly in love in you! Having already filled you with two loads..that twitching cunt that couldn’t stop orgasming for him, already housing so much but willing to take so much more. As long as it pleases him, as long as it made him happy, as long as it kept feeling so fucking good..

“You’re mine, I’ll make certain that it’s implanted in your cute, empty head. Even if it takes me all night. Even if I have to put a baby in that pretty belly of yours.”

you’d forever remain his pretty little plaything. His precious doll face.

[khristie16]

A Game On Red

about: two ferrari boys are madly obsessed with you, they do whatever it takes to keep their pr manager just for themselves. warnings: daddy kink, size kink, guys are toxic, reader is innocent, jealousy, kidnapping, primal play, cnc, smut. tag list: @buendiabebeta words count: 2K Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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“Run cariño”

The cold environment around was not helping your situation at all. The wind was spreading around your skin like a plague and you felt goosebumps rising up your skin. You looked at both of them guys in disbelief. It was hunger and determination in their eyes. You knew you are their prey, but most importantly you started to feel like one. And although you knew what was waiting for you in the forest and who to await, somehow you couldn't bring yourself to commit to it.

“We give you a head start cherie, then there will be no help anymore. Choose wisely, your time is ticking”

Your eyes darted from side to side, your step back resulting in a crunch of something under your heel and you started to get scared. A sound that could become your nightmare echoed around you, causing anxiety, a desire to escape. Carlos groaned so inhumanly that you were starting to fear for your life. You hoped that they wouldn't ever hurt you, …right?

You knew there was no going back now. You expected what awaits you. You delayed your decision because you didn't want to admit what this theoretically meant for your future. And so you hesitantly turned around and started running. You didn't know that you weren't running away from them as much as you were running away from yourself, you were afraid of the answer to the question of why you let this get so far.

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You feel weakness in your legs. You left your heels behind long time ago, you don't know how and you don't even know how long you've been running, and the only thing that keeps you company are the sounds of your breath and hooting owls. You heard nothing more. And you were glad for it. Until you heard the first distant steps behind you.

Your heart races in sync with each pounding footstep on the leaf-covered ground. The moon's feeble light barely penetrates the dense canopy, casting shadows that seem to reach out for you. That is when you're like a lighthouse, your dress lights up in the moonlight, it's like you're a siren calling your lover to you. But you weren't the one who had dominion over them. They have one over you and they're coming for you. You are their beautiful bait and they look forward to seeing what they can get out of you. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, mixing with the rustling leaves and the distant calls of dangerous creatures.

Your senses are on high alert, and you strain to hear any hint of your pursuer's approach. Your path is uncertain, guided only by instinct, and you pray that you don't stumble into a hidden trap or lose your way entirely. Each second feels like an eternity as you navigate this dark, twisted labyrinth, desperately seeking refuge and safety from the relentless pursuit that shadows your every move.

As you were getting lost in yourself, you found yourself in captivity. Like a hare caught in a trap. The hare was going to be dinner and that's exactly how you felt right now because you were hanging upside down and your legs were tightly tied together. Before you could recover, the world around you seemed a blur, and you couldn't find a single stable point of reference to focus on and pick up your spinning mind. It took some time for you to swing to a relatively stable motion in the suspension and you began to search for them with your eyes. You were scared and not sure if this was part of the game. What if you accidentally wandered into someone else's territory? After all you don’t know where you are and what type of people live around here. So you waited for a moment with a huge tension in your muscles, desperately trying to catch the tiniest bit of sound that would indicate that you were not alone. That desperate you were, to see your hunters. And some wishes come true.

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“Look at the beauty. She is even bare for us.”

You knew it was Carlos talking. You saw a pair of legs walking right towards you. And you couldn't help but feel relieved that they had found you. What is going on with you? You could feel Charles as well, the rush of heat behind your back was quite noticeable. Your boys found you…

“So beautiful. Her wetness shines the same as her dress.”

Only now did you realize what he was talking about. Your clothes were revealing. You had them halfway down and the only thing stopping the fabric from going all the way down over your face were your breasts. You were like a sacrifice for both the two, in honor of their presence. You didn't know what to do with yourself, you started shaking if it was even more possible and you wanted to hide, you had never experienced such shame in your entire life.

Someone's fingers started to touch you very sensually at your bound ankles. They slowly moved from side to side and he gradually took it down to your thigh. You held your breath at the fact that this was the first time one of the boys had touched you like this. You felt your bottom flush with blood and you swallowed loudly in response. Charles chuckled at that. Before you could feel even more shame, someone's hands grabbed your thighs tightly and violently and you were suspended to a greater height. Your face was now at Carlos's crotch level and you couldn't help but smell his scent, which you've known so intimately for a few months now. You never realized how used to that smell you are… Carlos continued his act and opened you wide. Your knees were bucked to the sides and Charles pressed into you from behind with such vigor that it was impossible for you to fall down again. You had Carlos in the front and Charles in the back. In their captivity between their bodies that warmed you so.

“We thank god each day for you being so tiny. We can do whatever we please with you.”

“Oh and look Carlos how beautifully she is glistening for us. You waiting for us to devour you right cherie?”

You lost your words at his words. You���ve never experienced such thing, guys only ate you out in bed in a completely normal position, not hang up with your ankles tied together. Carlos growled immediately with your lack of response. You whined so hard because you didn't like the position you were in. You felt the blood rush to your brain and you expected it to get worse and worse.

“Cherie, it will only get worse, you will make us eat you like hungry wolves if you give us even less time.”

Your desperation showed in another wail and you forced yourself to answer them with your cries.

“Y-yes, I w-want you t-to”

“Want to what cariño”

“To e-eat m-me..”

You just had a little bit of time to let out a painful whine before they both started on you. One part of your cunt was handled by Carlos while Charles tore his tongue inside of you, neither of them making sure it was gentle. It was so intense that one whine turned into a loud moan and you no longer recognized who was who. Their tongues melded together as you experienced one intense bliss. They ate you like they hadn't eaten in a month and the more you wiggled and sighed, the more bites they added and you couldn't even bend your back because of how tightly they held you between them.

And so you got carried away. You had already given up on resisting them as your head hurt more and more and it was getting harder and harder to resist them, so you let yourself get carried away by the satisfaction they brought you. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer and the slightest movement from their mouth would cause you pain that you could never have imagined. On the contrary, if it was possible, you tried to immerse yourself in them more and more, because you were afraid that they might break away from you. Their tongues were like at home with your cunt. You let out everything you could, the guys digging their nails into you so deep you were sure they left scars on you as your orgasm accompanied you. The orgasm flew through your whole body to your head, where it was already ringing and you stopped being conscious. You slowly and intensely fell into unconsciousness surrounded by your possessed admirers. Was it the worst or the best thing that could have happened to you?

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“She's such a strong woman you see?”

“Yeah, she did sooo well Carlos. You need to be more nice to her.”

“She doesn't need nice. She needs us.”

You slowly started to wake up and blink your eyelids quickly to relieve yourself from the darkness and look around to see where you are now. You vaguely remembered what happened in the forest and now you were confused as to where you went. You couldn't come up with an answer, but you knew one thing for sure. Your shoulders are stiff and tense. When you took a little time, you found out that your hands were forcibly tied behind your back, someone was holding them. That is, you found yourself in the lap of Carlos, who held your wrists behind your back so much that your chest sticked out. And you knew by the smell that you must be in the car. When your eyes finally started to cooperate with your consciousness as well, you recognised that Charles was sitting in front of you, on the ground where the car seat had been positioned before.

“Hello cherie”

“Charles…”

You looked into his eyes, they were so gentle and carried so much comfort and warmth that you couldn't believe that this Charles was the same Charles from the forest, that animal from the forest that was harassing your pussy, it's a wonder you didn't lose all your humanity.

“I noticed that you have a weird obsession with my rings. You like them a lot don't you baby?”

You looked at him again and just stared blankly at him. Were you that noticeable? Charles has divine hands, and palms, and fingers, and you always wondered why you didn't faint when you saw those rings on his fingers, which you often imagined on your body.

“Y-yes…”

“I thought I could give you some of my rings. Sharing is caring, no?”

Now you had no idea what he meant. What would you do with his rings? You like those rings in the first place because he's wearing them. Before you could think twice, Charles pulled a box out of his pocket. Opening it, he pointed it towards you so you could see what was inside. There were two small circles, black circles. These were definitely not for the fingers. Your confusion was evident from your facial expression. Charles chuckled and continued on.

“I understand your obsession cherie. That's why I'm doing this to you. I give you my rings and you're gonna wear them proudly on your tits.”

That made you squirm a little. And only now did you notice that you were sitting there completely naked. Fear began to flow through your veins again and you waited to see what would happen next. You were excited about it.

“Look at her, she's so excited about it.”

Carlos remembered his presence and you flinched at his sudden reaction. You looked back at Charles who was already taking two small rings with his fingers and pinning them to your nipples. It was a pain that could make you sweat your soul out.

“I want you to wear them to the ceremony. I will buy you better ones later.”

The pain clouded your brain and the only sound you made was a whimper. After which Carlos put more pressure to your wrists. He obviously didn't like any sign of weakness. After a little bit of time you took for yourself to calm down and try to forget about the pain you’ve felt, you tried to remember what was Charles talking about not so long ago.

“About what ceremony are you talking about?”

Charles was creeping inside your cunt and one of his fingers was slowly disappearing inside you. You were watching it from the very first moment and you could come undone just from that.

“For claiming you as ours and keeping you”

Your brain went into overdrive and you slowly went back to thinking that this was all a bad idea and bad for your career. But Carlos, as if reading your mind, started kissing the side of your neck and earlobe. You closed your eyes and Charles added a second finger that sent you back into your dumb fucked state and you let yourself be swept away by the flow of satisfaction again.

“We need to make sure you're ready to take us. You're so tiny and tight baby girl.”

You started to move against him because the only thing you had become was a selfish thing chasing your own satisfaction and forgetting everything else in your joy. You would do anything to bring yourself to the peak. Carlos started biting you and you tilted your head back even more so he could destroy you even more. And you felt the growing thing in his pants that was trying to invade your space with this. You wanted it so bad. And you were so hoping to have them all night just for yourself.

“You want to come on my rings cherie?”

“Y-yes.”

Charles added a third finger and sped up. But you were far from done with your wish.

“And I want you to come on my rings too.”

Charles hissed at that and Carlos bit into your neck like never before. You were closer and closer and you were coming out with the words of Charles's name and his words in the air filling your ears.

“Come for me then cherie.”

[lucifertoxics]

acid king and queen | marcus lopez arguello

pairing: marcus lopez x reader | genre: friends to lovers | warnings: angst, alcohol, drugs, swearing, minors dni | word count: 2.0k | aura's note: i found myself writing this at 3 am, and beforehand i'm sorry that there's so much description but i had to, so enjoy :)

[ BACK TO MASTERLIST ]

It's Friday night. Which means that there is a party. Music was blasting acompanied by blinding lights. People dancing, smoking or making out. Most of your classmates from the same year as you from King's Dominion are there. Including your friends, Petra, Billy, Lex and Marcus.

You and Marcus are known as the party animals. Usually getting high and drunk as soon as possible, and tonight was no different. Drunk and high. You and him had the most out of it. Seemingly known as the "acid king and queen".

Lately, you have been lying to yourself about your feelings for him. It's not that you didn't like him, but whenever he was around other girls, you were jealous. He was your friend, you shouldn't be thinking of such things.

Both of you sitting on the couch, next to each other smoking a joint. Seeing that both of you are done with your drinks, he hands you the joint that you have been sharing, as he goes to grab some new drinks. As soon as he comes back with the drinks, you help bim by taking your drink from his hand. Leaning your head against his shoulder, you take a drag from the joint. There were no words needed. He knew and you knew.

He wraps his free arm around you and gives you a gentle squeeze, taking another puff from the joint as well. Marcus takes another swing from his beer as he leans his head against yours, looking just as out of it as you. It was like there were no words needed between you and him.

When deciding what to wear for the party, Maria definetly had an influence on you. That's how you ended with being dressed in a full black outfit, consisting of a mini skirt with a crop top, and a pair of boots and with a pair or high knee socks. Given by the fact that the whole outfit wasn't really thought for a cold weather, you found yourself nuzzling your head in Marcus neck for a minute, feeling cold.

He pulls away from you, for a second, to look over at you. He can feel that you are a bit cold so he decided to pull you closer, putting his jacket over your shoulders. Marcus holds you close and rubs your arm, while he takes another sip from his beer. Then taking another puff from the joint.

Leaning your head back on his shoulder, as he was talking to Billy and Lex, you decide to take the joint from him, the one that you two have been sharing. Taking a drag from it, you are looking at him. The way his hair was ruffled, how it fell on his face, the way he would close his eyes when taking a drag from the joint, how his breathing would change when you were close to him. How he was so passionate about drawing and killing in the same time. He was still a mystery even if you have been friends for such a long time.

Marcus watches you as you take a drag, almost as if you were a prey and he was the hunter. Then looking back over to continue talking to Billy and Lex. You are pretty out of it by now and start noticing how big and warm to you Marcus is. He seems a bit like a teddy bear or a huge ball of fur, as his hands are wrapped a beer bottle that was close to being finished. Marcus finishes his beer and takes the joint from you, taking a drag from it, as he notices you looking at him. He looked down at you, not saying anything just looking at you for a moment. Those brown eyes. Those damn brown eyes. That made you weak the second you looked into them. If eyes could talk, you would be beggining him to kiss you right now.

You found yourself, staring at him, coming closer to him, starting to caress his cheek as you were biting your lip. Not realizing the drugs and the alcohol started to affect your senses. Marcus notices you coming closer to him as he continues to look down at you. The drugs started affecting him too. He gently grabs your chin, bringing your face closer to his. You can see the look on his face as he stares at you. He puts a hand on the back of your head, not being too rough and begins to pull you in slowly for a kiss.

You lean in for the kiss. Forgetting about everyone that was at the party. Not even caring about the music that was blasting through the speakers. Marcus didn't mind the music at all, he completely zoned in on you, he wasn't even thinking about anyone else that was at the party. He kisses you for a few seconds, and pulls back, looking down at you. He wants you to have you all to himself for the night.

You nuzzle your head into his chest embarassed of what just happened, and the fact that it happened in front of everyone. Even if Petra knew that you liked Marcus, for some time now, it still surprised her that you would kiss in front of each other. You feel the need to kiss his cheek before he goes back to talk to Billy and Lex. At the sound of you kissing his cheek again, Marcus turns away from Billy and Lex for a second to look back at you. Seeing the expression of embarassement on your face he gently smiles at you and runs his fingers through your hair, in an attempt to comfort you. Marcus takes a last drag from the joint and crushes it on the astray. The he leans his head back against yours, still running his hands through your hair.

You were sneaking out of your room in the middle of the night as you couldn't sleep. Hearing the rumors about Marcus and Maria, his close friend, sleeping together last night. You were mad. Fuming. You thought he liked you, but turns out it didn't matter. Deciding to go up to the graveyard to clear your mind. Once you reached, you found yourself sitting at the edge of the rooftop, staring at the distance. Suddenly you head a voice speak up.

"Well, well, well...who do we have here?" Marcus walked up behind you with a smirk on his face. "Shouldn't you be in bed, y/n?" The moment you saw him, it's like your whole world collided, the anger was just gone for a minute. That's when you remember he slept with your best friend after kissing you that night.

"Shouldn't you be banging Maria?" You say with an annoyed tone by what he did, looking into the distance, feeling more jealous then ever.

He raiser an eyebrow upon hearing that. "Perhaps i should've been. But that doesn't raise the question, why aren't you sleeping either?" He said, knowing the answer already. He knew you so well and you hated and loved it in the same time. He wanted you to admit.

"That's none of your business!" You continue still looking into the distance, not wanting to admit the fact that you were mad at him. Jealous of Maria for sleeping with him. Marcus was a player, everyone knew that, but he was your friend, and yet here you are.

He sat down next to you on the edge. He knew the answer. He knew all about you, despite how good you may think you hide it, that when he placed his hand on your knee. "So are you mad that i slept with her?"

"It's your problem what you do, with who you do that." You continue with the same tone of voice, looking away, sighting. The rumors were eating you out alive, it's like you couldn't stop thinking about them.

"Well, it's my problem, but that's not what i asked. Are you mad at me?" He leaned slighly closer, grabbing your chin, making you look at him, your noses almost touching. He had that smug look on his face as he stared at you, knowing how jealous of Maria you were.

"Marcus..." You started breathing heavily as soon as he touched you. His touch had such an effect on you. You thought of ways to avoid the question, not wanting to answer it, that's when you changed the topic. "You shouldn't be here."

"And nor should you. Yet here we are." He said, still with the smurk on his face as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You felt him pulling you closer to him, which he knew you'd melt at any second. But he didn't want that. He wanted a reaction out of you. He put a finger on your chin to pull your attention back to him. "I'll ask again. Are you mad at me?"

"You already know the answer." You look away not wanting to admit the fact that you liked him for some time now. Your jealousy for Maria was growing and you hated yourself for it. She was supposed to be your best friend, and you told her everything about your feelings for Marcus, yet she ignored them.

He was enjoying this. Watching you squirm at the thought of knowing that she slept with him last night after your left the party. Being in your bed, crying yourself to see at the thought of it. "That i do. But i want to heart it from you." He pulled you even closer.

"Yes Marcus, i'm mad at you, you were supposed to be..." You feel your words trailing off, not wanting to admit that you wanted to be with him. Finally you opened up to him. Knowing that he felt something for you, but was lying to himself about that. "Maria was supposed to be my friend...she knew..."

He could fee the truth in your voice as your words came out. He was still smirking, but you could feel that underneath that smirk, it hurt him to see you this way. But he wasn't going to let that show. "So you're saying, that you think i should've been with you instead of her?"

You look away feeling that this discussion is a hopeless battle. Getting up to leave and go back to your room, you say. "Doesn't matter. It's nothing." You say defeated not wanting to give him more information about how you were feeling.

"Y/n..." He said, grabbing your arm trying to get you to sit back down. He knew you were going to try to walk away, as you did everytime you were mad or jealous. You wouldn't be able to help it, you wanted him more than anything. And he was going to make sure that you knew that.

"Marcus, why?" You asked looking at him demanding an answer, knowing that he probably doesn't like you since he slept with Maria. "If you don't like me, just tell me, i can handle it."

"Is that really what you think? That i don't like you?" He said, pulling you back beside him and wrapping his arms around you again. "How on Earth could you assume that?"

"Well everyone was talking about you and her...i thought.." You explain to him the situation, still looking at him, wanting to see a reaction from him. Sighting and thinking about the rumours.

"Let me ask you, if you truly think, i care about her..." He caressed your cheek, staring into your eyes. "Why did i bother to find you in the middle of the night?"

You look at him and then away, not wanting to face the truth. "I don't know..."

"Because i want you." He said, leaning in and resting his forehead against yours, his breath still hot on your cheek as the air was silent between you. He was being honest. And you knew it deep down.

© LUCIFERTOXICS ⎯ do not repost, translate, plagiarise or claim any of my works as your own.

[bingwriterxo]

the shakespeare exhibit - drabble 1

pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: in which tara goes to your apartment for the first time

warnings: none

word count: 600+

author's note: this is set immediately before chapter 3. a little insight into R's life

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No fucking way, Tara thought as she stared at your apartment building. It was not what she had expected, though she wasn’t sure what she did expect--maybe something more broke-college-student-like, or a building along the lines of ‘my parents are paying for this, but it is New York City, so they found a place with the cheapest rent’. 

However, where you lived was neither of these things, and that was made clear by the doorman out front (who was watching her with a close eye as she simply stared in awe) and the fact that the building itself was fancy. 

She pulled her phone out of her pocket and scrambled to her messages with you, double checking the address. Sure enough, she was definitely at the right place, so she pocketed her phone and took a deep breath in, building up the courage to speak to the doorman. 

“May I help you?” he asked when she stood just feet away.

“Uh, I’m here for apartment 415?”

He nodded. “Yes, Miss Y/L/N informed me that you would be coming.” He gestured to the revolving glass door. “Right that way. You will find the elevator in the hall to your left.”

“Okay.” Tara offered him a smile. “Thank you.”

She pushed through the door and marveled at the lobby, which was not at all like her own apartment building. Your lobby was all grand chandeliers and friendly faces and people dressed to the nines walking around. Is she, like, secretly rich? No, she’d have told me. Right?

She went down the hall on her left, went up the elevator, and searched for your apartment. It wasn’t difficult to find, and she gulped as she knocked on the door that was labeled with a golden 415.

You were quick to answer, a shining smile on your face as you pulled the door open. 

“Hi,” you said. Oh, that voice, she thought, grinning. “Come on in.”

She had assumed--though she supposed she really shouldn’t have--that your apartment would be just as grand as the rest of the building. And, to an extent, it was. It was an open floor plan with a large kitchen attached to the living room and a few doors that led to other rooms. 

But, where the rest of the building held a certain type of sophistication and grandeur, your apartment did not. Instead, it was littered with statue busts and old paintings and tapestries and books upon books that were stacked in any place they could be stacked. Tara felt as though she had just walked into a museum rather than your home. 

“Woah,” she said, trying to take everything in at once. She is such a little nerd! “This is…”

You glanced around shyly. “Yeah.” You chuckled. “I know it’s a bit much, but, well”--you shrugged--“this is everything I like. The busts are all literary figures, and the paintings are scenes from novels or plays, and the tapestries are the same.” You looked at her. “What do you think?”

I think that you vomited your personality all over this place, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. “It’s beautiful.” She stepped farther in, looked at the busts up close, ran her hand over a few of the tapestries, and then came face to face with a framed letter written in nearly illegible penmanship. She turned to you. “This is…?”

“Oh! That’s a letter that Dylan Thomas wrote to my grandfather. They were friends, back in the day.” She blinked once, twice, and you giggled. “Dylan Thomas was a famous Welsh Poet. He wrote ‘And death shall have no dominion’.”

Tara nodded. “Right. Obviously.” She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and furrowed her eyebrows. “And you got all this stuff…how?” 

“Oh.” You glanced down sheepishly, a blush painting your cheeks. “My family comes from…money,” you confessed. 

“But you’re paying for your tuition?”

“Yeah, well, my parents and I cut a deal. They pay for”--you gestured around you--“all of this, and I pay for my tuition.”

Financially responsible. Noted. “Got it.”

You cleared your throat and held your hand out for her. “Should we get to studying?”

[blackmensuited]

[infiniteko]

the reliance on an AI bot (or on anyone/thing for that matter) seems so counterproductive. a thought appears that says "i don’t understand", you identify with that thought and take it to be true, and then look for ways to resolve that thought because you consider it to be your problem that you now have to deal with. you think you don’t understand, you think you’re not there yet, you think you’re not fully realized and you act accordingly; you go to different sources, asking questions, seeking answers, collecting more useless information. but how do you know you "don’t understand" besides the thought that tells you so?

in reality, there’s nothing to understand because what you are cannot be understood. you can only be that. and you already are it, all the time.

the thought that you do understand, and the thought that you do not, are both equally illusory. the key is to do nothing* about any thought. stand apart from them. leave them alone. you act on the thought "i don’t understand" because you take it to be you, you self-soothe and read more, you think "now i understand" and are relieved momentarily, that thought eventually passes too, and then you’re back to square 1. stuck in a constant loop. thoughts are baseless. meaningless. they appear, then disappear. they are harmless. the only power (reality) they have is that which you give them by taking them to be true. you’re a slave to empty things that you have given authority to. 🫰wake. up. 🫰

there is absolutely zero knowledge to be gained. no more reading to be done, nothing. here and now, you are totally ready. you are at your full potential right this very instant, in every instance. at every moment you are choosing the experience. you are absolutely no-thing right now, dressed up as "this person" in "the world". you have the option to be any person in the world, to go beyond this illusory world to another one for that matter, to be/do/have literally anything… but you keep choosing the same experience out of habit and convincing yourself you’re "stuck" as this. you’ve got so used to what you’re doing that you don’t recognize it anymore, you think it’s forced upon you, that this is the life you were born into, but i promise you it’s all your choosing. investigate it just a little and see.

searching for more and asking more questions is totally useless. you are a dog chasing it’s tail. you can do absolutely nothing to become what you are seeking, because you are already that. act accordingly.

"you need not stop thinking. just cease being interested. it is disinterestedness that liberates. don’t hold on, that is all." —Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

*in case it’s not obvious, by "do nothing" i do not mean don’t eat/drink/walk/talk etc. you can never do nothing. even the act of doing nothing is doing something. staring at a wall all day is still a doing. continue to tend to your tasks, look after the seeming body, socialize with family and friends — just fix your attitude. don’t get involved. don’t be pulled in any direction by any thought. be like a calm sea, unstirred by whatever happens. know yourself to be beyond it all. when a thought arises, and the impulse comes to act on that thought, study it. inquire about it. peel it back. break down your beliefs. you will soon see how "reality" naturally follows your lead, bends to your will, moulds to fit your ideals, because it is all just you. you have always had total dominion.

Well said, thank you💯🕉️