#iosonostanco

[stingslikeabee]

"Happy birthday, amore~" He coos under his breath, without looking the least bit concerned about anyone who might see him, all while dropping a small package, wrapped in a flowery pattern, on Melissa's lap. If she's curious enough to open it, and he knows she is, she will find a surprise -not a time bomb, but a pair of gold and glass earrings in the shape of colorful roses.

Then, he leaves without a look for her, an imperceptible smile adorning his lips.

unscripted asks - birthday edition! . always accepting

There were very few things that could rile Melissa up once she crowned herself queen - after all, with the unofficial title came a lot of power, and being denied or disobeyed was harder when she could inflict some form of punishment or just withdraw her kindness otherwise. Like a good monarch - the madame's word had real effect on the residents, for better or worse.

Rolfo Sciara, however, frequently featured on the small list of nuisances - made worse by the fact that she cared more than she should about him, going as far as defying her own rules and risking her head over some frivolous, dangerous affair. There were so many other better, more sensible options out there; falling for the machinations of a Corneo lackey surely was beneath the queen of Wall Market?

Or at least it should have been; and yet there she was, receiving a gift on her birthday and looking at how calmly he had visited her on sacred grounds without a care in the world. It was true that the patrons were in the guest rooms upstairs, and that the employees who remained were at the back and occupied with cleaning duties, but... What if someone saw him there? What if the rumors made it to Corneo?

There should be no room for affection and love between the madame and the gunslinger, and yet his words had left the brunette stunned. Melissa felt her cheeks heating up, her hands clutching the gift despite better judgement and the tips of her fingers playing with the wrapping even if she knew she should just discard it. Dropping it in a dumpster, setting fire to the thing - any other fate was better than giving in to Rolfo's games.

But she didn't do any of these things - even if the bodyguard had long left, Melissa brought the mysterious box to her room and carefully opened it when she was sure no one else was looking at her and the birthday surprise. The jewelry was unexpected - it looked custom made, very delicate and the sort of a thing that a thug wouldn't have thought of buying. Was Rolfo more than what he seemed on the surface? Did he truly love her as he claimed, was he better than his peers?

Melissa hated that she didn't know; but if the gunslinger had any doubts relating to whether or not his beloved enjoyed the gift, these would have been clarified when he next stalked the madame. After all, the earrings were often in plain sight, almost as if it signified something else in addition to the gift's acceptance.

(Feelings returned, perhaps?)

[stingslikeabee]

@iosonostanco

Mistress America, Noah Baumbach (2015)

[katana-otoko]

@iosonostanco

Rolfo stopped dead in his track upon hearing a familiar, yet unexpected voice. That guy... "Kit Kat..?" It couldn't be, could it? He turned around and acted like he was cool, all while being all giggly and delighted inside. He'd have kissed Balto if it didn't look gay. The former bodyguard went for a hug instead. "Long time no see, bro." No way Rolfo would let him go without a talk this time. Damn, TG's straight ass got the hots so bad for this man it was a shame. It was Rolfo's little guilty secret. And here he thought he had grown past it. Of course TG would never tell his friend. He opted for the easy way instead. "How have you been? Wait, no, don't answer. Let's go have a drink? Have you eaten?"

There's no mistaking Katana for any other TURK--or any other person. That scar, and his grin. He has a way about emerging from the crowds when one least expects him, even after a very long time. Noticing just how swiftly Rolfo moved, at least able to brace for impact as he's given a hug. It's a lot different to the backwater TURK, chuckling as he reciprocates a hug. "Ah," Balto doesn't get a word out before offered a drink--something he'll definitely accept, considering his recent return. Not at all bothered with being cut off, he picks up where left off. "I'll take your offer... it's been some time since I last ate, now that you mention it."

[pinkvanna]

@iosonostanco

“You should be a clergyman. The girls will really leave you alone.”

[revivedxfighter]

I want the D.

7: Oral Sex

Soft sounds ripple through the silence before waves of moans roar along it. Harmony kneels on the floor between TG’s thighs. Her hands keep his member trapped between her breasts while her tongue rolls out to lightly lick the tip. It moves up and down, meeting her tongue when she has him thrust upward. Smooth metal from the piercing on her tongue rolls over hot flesh with each lick. 

Soon, Harmony stops moving him in her cleavage and releases her breasts. She licks her lips and gently massages Rolfo’s thighs while she leans forward. Lips wrap around the head and she lightly sucks on it, loving the view of his face, those mesmerizing eyes clouding with heavy lust. Her moan vibrates around his heat after she takes more of him into her mouth.  His hardening sex nestles in her throat, this time her lips just barely touch the base. Harmony moans once more and her throat clenches when she swallows around him.  It tightens when her need to breathe catches up, but she pulls away slowly, dreading to not taste him until she can catch her breath. 

Gray eyes open to watch Rolfo’s face while she gently laps at the tip. Her hand gently squeezes and massages TG’s balls and her head bobs on him. This is all a test to see how long he will last before coming. He seems to be doing well so far, but he can’t hold back forever. Harmony will make sure of that. 

[lovelessblade]

Does your muse consider themselves a good person? Why or why not?

It varies from verse to verse and AU to AU.

In the Immortal Guardian AU and Nobody AU she does not consider herself a good person and she knows she isn’t a good person.

For her Lucis Royal AU, Rapier AU, Unknown Descendant AU and 1st Class Soldier AU it depends on the point in the timeline. It can vary from she believes what she is doing is good but actually isn’t to she believes she isn’t a good person but actually is.

So it all depends on the Verse and/or AU as well as the point in time in said Verse/AU

[legendaryturk-1]

"-How the hell did you do this to yourself ?"

“I was testing the nail gun to see if there were any nails in it, man. Turns out - it was loaded.” Zed scowled and grimaced in pain, glaring at his left hand, which was quite literally nailed to the doorframe.”

“Did ya bring pliers? Please tell me you brought pliers, TG.”

[stingslikeabee]

📔

send 📖 to read my muse’s diary . accepting

I did the one thing I said I wouldn't do. I violated the one rule I created to protect not only myself from the influence and the hurt Corneo has caused, but all those girls I'm responsible for now.

I recognize this is war - perhaps not in name, but at least in body count. Every time a girl is late for her shift, I worry; whenever I hear screams outside, I'm dread looking out and finding it's someone I know. Corneo is a fucking monster - he will use each and every tactic to get back at what I did.

And yet here I am, writing on these pages and seeking some form of absolution, I guess. Because this is war, people have died and I welcome one of the enemy side in my bed. And I wish I had an explanation for this - a really good one; to say I did this because I was forced into it, because no other option was available, because I was trying to get some information of him.

But I didn't - he pushed me until I yielded and I took him willingly; and now it's all said and done, I shouldn't do it again and pretend it never happened, right? That Rolfo is just a lackey to Corneo and not someone that has seen me at my most vulnerable. But I guess what moves this pen now is exactly the fact that I can't forget about it.

If it was curiosity, it should have been sated - why do I want more? Why risk my life and those of the girls I protect for a man when there are so many more out there who would worship me like a queen and deny me nothing? Why am I doing this?

And why can't I stop?

[absinthc]

Tarot ask : The empress & Death?

the empress: do you think you will ever get married?

For the right reasons, of course, Astrid would get married again. However, marriage has never really been about love for her, instead, it presents itself as a potential alliance between political parties. Perhaps if she found the right person, she would get married for love.But such an opportunity hasn’t presented itself in years.

death: what are three things you want to do before you die?

1. A very mundane thing, considering she’s in danger every time she goes on assignment, but Astrid would love to try skydiving.2. Recover Modeoheim to its former glory, and fill it with residents. 3. Return the political system to Modeoheim, including the Lowlander vs Highlands bias.4. Get married.5. Travel across Gaia for leisure, instead of doing it for assignments.

[smugbastardsyndrome]

@iosonostanco replied to your post: @akamure replied to your post: ...

//dying

Rude stars as Vin Diesel

[katana-otoko]

[Text] Yo my man, I'm back in town at last. How 'bout some getting drunk and chatting up pretty ladies?

[TXT] Sounds like a plan. When and where?

[flava-proelium]

± “Tsk Tsk. Two Guns just is not having one of his better days. I suppose that happens once your work slows.” Elena shrugged. “At least I have a long while before retirement.”

[lovelessblade]

😊 //hello there

Hello friend!

Random Fact: I have never been outside the country. Never traveled outside of America.

[stingslikeabee]

👀➡ to give a longing glance from across a crowded room ~❤️

send in one of the following emojis and my muse will react . accepting

Walking around the Wall Market without an escort or able-bodied security would be nothing short of suicide for Melissa - Corneo's lackeys were everywhere and the tactical disadvantage was hers. Outside of the fortress she had converted the Honey Bee Inn into, the madame was vulnerable - not a powerful queen, but a fugitive of the other oppressive power of the district.

But still, remaining indoors at all times was nothing short of committing herself to a life-long prison sentence. That was why Melissa hired security, ensured the continued patronage of the Turks and took other measures to guarantee her physical well-being whenever going out. On that particular afternoon, the woman had been picking up some orders from her favorite tailor, expanding the ever-growing collection of cocktail dresses and ballroom gowns.

Melissa had just finished trying on a new model - a bright, electric blue type with an obscene neckline and creative cuts of fabric that did an immense effort to conceal what was required to be hidden from the public view. The brunette stepped outside the fitting room to request a few adjustments to the hem of the skirt when she paused, eyes settling on a very familiar figure just across the room.

There he was - Rolfo Sciara.

Going by his own look at her, it was an entirely accidental encounter - after all, even the subordinates of the other Wall Market ruler had a dress code of sorts (even if the gunslinger was better than most - none of the tacky ensembles some of the hoodlums chose to parade themselves in, but well-cut suits that accentuated his ever-present charm; Melissa wished it was easier to move her glance elsewhere than his figure, particularly with other customers roaming the shop).

But they didn't - neither of them moved to break the silent contact, and the mafioso's expression turned soft at her; there was no danger in his gaze, no promise of retribution as it used to be in the past - just a very genuine longing, as if he had been hypnotized by the brunette in a rather revealing attire opposite him. His colleagues did not seem to notice Melissa was there - and neither did her head of security of the inn; for a long moment, they were seemingly alone.

And something deep down in her heart wished to move across the store and kiss him - long, hard, until they were both breathless.

"Ma'am? Is everything fine with your order or do you require assistance?"

And just like that, the spell was broken; Melissa blinked, focusing on the helpful assistant who approached with a professional smile and a gesture towards the dress on her body, making the inn proprietress immediately reverse her attention from Rolfo (the biggest, most dangerous mistake she had ever committed) to the employee. Perhaps that had been for the better - steered towards the fitting room again, the curtains were pulled and the girl started working on the adjustments that Melissa asked for, covering the brunette from the view of her rivals and averting potential conflict...

...And also hiding the one that her heart, despite everything and against all logic, yearned for.

[umbrxm]

// Hello I'm Eliott and I'm totally obsessed with the 1920s prohibition era !

Hello Elliot Ireallyloveyourname, my name is Sharr! It’s nice to meet you~!I know it’s nothing to do with America, but I am in love with the Han Dynasty / War of Thee Kingdoms / Jin Dynasty stuff in Chinese history?? But the Prohibition Era sounds great? I am ashamed to admit I had to google it, but it sounds interesting to read!

[argentnoir]

💔[First heartbreak ?]

Frown. There was a girl in his village. Picture perfect. She looked like a doll with her glassy black eyes and petal pink lips. She wore her hair in a neat braid, halfway down her back. Tseng, at the tender age of 9, felt his heart break for the first time when he saw her holding hands with another boy.