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twilight jasper/The Major x poc reader

a fanfic where the reader who is human, half japanese and half black has the powers like Storm from Xmen, she has black hair but the hair turns white . She is 5 feet 6 inches but grows to 6ft 5in when her power is activated. She is meeting The Major for the first time when another vampire tries to attack them, he goes to protect her by telling her to run and hide not knowing about her powers yet. But she steps in front of him, destroying the vampire with her powers. She turns around to The Major gives him a smile before passing out

I like this idea since this seems more like a oc rather then an x reader story I’m gonna switch some things around if you don’t mind, so like the major I’ll have the reader have an alternate personality like jasper does and the side that turn into basically storm that’ll be her form she takes so unlike jasper who just turns into the major the other side of the reader will physically turn as well

↱ the storms rolling in ↰

➘ summary : (y/n) finds peace within The Olympics Clan as an outsider and her and jasper really kick it off but some outsiders much like (y/n) doesn’t accept that

➘ a/n : for those confused you’re an outsider in the cullens family but they still consider you family, the other outsider mentioned will be someone from your past kinda like a stalker

➘ jasper cullen x poc reader, twilight x poc reader, twilight x oc

The rain pounded relentlessly on the rooftops of the quaint town of Forks, Washington. Mist hung in the air like a shroud, casting a mysterious atmosphere over the sleepy community. For (y/n), it was a new beginning, a chance to escape the familiar and embrace the unknown.

Born to a Japanese mother and an African American father, (y/n) was a mesmerizing blend of cultures. With a cascade of ebony curls and striking amber eyes, she was a rarity that drew curious glances wherever she went. But what truly set her apart were the powers she possessed – a gift inherited from her ancestors. Like Storm from the X-Men, she could command the elements, harnessing the winds, summoning lightning, and stirring the very skies with her emotions.

Growing up in her hometown had been a whirlwind of discovery and secrecy. Her parents had always urged her to conceal her abilities, fearing the backlash from a world that wasn't ready to accept such supernatural phenomena. But as (y/n) matured, so did her longing for freedom, for a place where she could be herself without fear of judgment.

Forks had never been a part of her plans, but life has a way of guiding you down unexpected paths. The town held an enigmatic allure, with its ever-present cloud cover and lush forests. It was as if the weather itself echoed her turbulent emotions, mirroring the storm that raged within her heart.

The decision to leave her hometown behind wasn't easy, but it was necessary. Armed with a few belongings, her powers, and an insatiable curiosity, (y/n) embarked on a journey to Forks. The small house she now stood in front of was modest, yet it felt like a sanctuary – a place where she could redefine herself and forge her own destiny.

As she stepped through the door, the air felt charged with anticipation, like the calm before a tempest. Little did she know that her arrival would set into motion a series of events that would challenge everything she thought she knew about herself and the world around her.

In the heart of this rain-soaked town, (y/n) would find not only new friendships but also the answers she had been seeking. Unbeknownst to her, there were others who carried secrets of their own, mysteries that would intertwine their fates in ways they could never have foreseen.

And so, the journey of (y/n) began – a journey of self-discovery, acceptance, and the realization that sometimes, the storm within can be a source of power, not just destruction.

The fluorescent lights of the local supermarket illuminated the aisles, casting a sterile glow on the neatly organized shelves. (y/n) wandered through the maze of products, her thoughts consumed by the shopping list in her hand. She had grown accustomed to her height, but there were still moments when being 5'6" posed a challenge, like when she tried to reach for an item placed high on a shelf.

Stretching on her tiptoes, she reached out, fingertips grazing the edge of the box she needed. Just as she was about to give up, a shadow fell across her path. Looking up, she met the gaze of a tall, burly man with a friendly smile. He towered over her, his presence larger than life.

"Need a hand?" he asked, his deep voice resonating through the aisle. Without waiting for her answer, he effortlessly plucked the item off the shelf and handed it to her.

"Thank you so much," (y/n) replied with a grateful smile, bowing slightly, a gesture she had picked up from her Japanese heritage. "I really appreciate it."

Emmett, for that was his name, chuckled warmly. "No problem at all. Glad I could help."

As they stood facing each other, an unspoken connection formed between them. It was as if they recognized something familiar in each other's eyes, a shared understanding that transcended the simple act of reaching for a box on a shelf.

"So, what brings you to Forks?" Emmett asked, genuinely curious.

(y/n) hesitated for a moment before answering, "I wanted a fresh start, a place where I can be myself without any pretenses."

Emmett nodded, his expression empathetic. "I get that. Sometimes a change of scenery can be exactly what you need."

As they continued talking, (y/n) and Emmett discovered a surprising common interest – video games. Their conversation flowed effortlessly as they exchanged stories about their favorite games, strategies, and epic victories. Their laughter echoed through the supermarket aisle, drawing curious glances from passersby.

As they strolled along, a colorful poster caught (y/n)'s attention – a local gaming event showcasing the latest releases. She couldn't help but express her excitement.

Emmett's eyes lit up with a mischievous grin. "You know, there's a gaming setup at my place. We could try out some of those new releases together if you're interested."

Surprised but intrigued, (y/n) considered his offer. The idea of spending time with a new friend, indulging in their shared passion, was too tempting to resist.

"That sounds amazing," she replied, her smile growing wider.

And just like that, an invitation to dinner turned into a burgeoning friendship that neither of them had anticipated. As they left the supermarket, their conversation flowed effortlessly, touching on everything from games to their personal stories.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the town of Forks in a warm twilight glow, (y/n) followed Emmett's directions to his home. The quaint, inviting house nestled among the trees seemed like a cozy haven against the encroaching darkness. The sound of leaves rustling in the gentle breeze created a serene backdrop as she approached the front door.

Emmett answered the door with a bright grin, welcoming (y/n) inside. "Glad you could make it! This is home."

Stepping into the house, (y/n) was met with the warm scent of home-cooked food and the gentle hum of conversation. As she entered the living room, her eyes widened at the sight of the welcoming faces that turned to greet her.

"Hey there!" Emmett's voice was infused with genuine enthusiasm as he introduced her to his family. "This is my adoptive mother, Esme, and these are my siblings, Edward, Bella, and Alice."

Warm smiles and kind words of welcome enveloped (y/n), putting her at ease in this unfamiliar environment. Esme was gracious and inviting, expressing genuine delight at having her over. As conversation flowed, (y/n) found herself gravitating towards Esme in the kitchen, where they worked side by side to prepare dinner.

Esme's gentle guidance and (y/n)'s willingness to learn made them an efficient team. The scent of cooking filled the air as they chopped vegetables, shared stories, and forged a connection that felt surprisingly natural.

As they worked, the sound of approaching footsteps caught their attention. A tall, blonde figure lingered in the doorway, watching with a guarded expression. Rosalie's gaze met (y/n)'s, and for a moment, there was an unspoken understanding.

"Don't mind Rosalie and Jasper," Emmett chimed in, offering a reassuring smile. "They have their own way of dealing with new people."

Alice, who had appeared beside Rosalie, grinned and added, "They just have a little difficulty being around people they're not familiar with."

(y/n) nodded in understanding. "I used to be the same way as a child. Meeting new people was always a bit overwhelming."

As dinner preparations continued, (y/n) glanced towards Jasper and Rosalie. With a respectful nod, she took a step towards them and offered a polite bow, a gesture of acknowledgment that she had carried from her Japanese heritage.

"Thank you for allowing me into your home," she said softly. "I understand it might be uncomfortable having someone new around, but I appreciate your hospitality."

Jasper and Rosalie exchanged a glance before Jasper offered a nod, his demeanor softer. "It's not easy for us, but we're working on it. Thanks for understanding."

Rosalie's lips curved into a small smile, her guardedness easing just a bit. "Yeah, what he said."

Returning their smiles, (y/n) felt a sense of camaraderie with the Cullen siblings. As the evening progressed, laughter and stories intertwined, weaving a tapestry of connection that was forged through shared experiences and an openness to understanding one another.

In the heart of the Cullen home, (y/n) had found not only a group of unique individuals but also a place where acceptance and understanding reigned, much like the storm within her that had the power to bring both destruction and renewal.

Time had flown by since (y/n) had become a part of the Cullen family's circle, and what began as a chance encounter had blossomed into deep friendships. The bonds she had formed with Emmett, Esme, Alice, Rosalie, Jasper and Bella and the even others had become an integral part of her life in Forks.

Firstly she found out some shocking news, the cullens we’re vampires. Well it wasn’t that shocking but damn what a secret you know?!

One sunny afternoon, as they gathered in the Cullen home's living room, conversations flowed easily. (y/n) felt entirely at home amidst the laughter and shared stories. As she recounted an incident in town where she had faced some unwanted attention, Jasper's face tightened with a controlled anger she hadn't seen before.

Intrigued by his reaction, (y/n) looked directly at him. "It was strange, really. This guy just wouldn't take no for an answer, and then out of nowhere, Jasper stepped in and, well, let's just say things got a little intense."

Emmett let out a hearty chuckle. "Yeah, Jazz here has a way of making his point crystal clear."

Jasper's eyes shifted, almost as if he was remembering something he'd rather not. "Well, sometimes people need a reminder to respect boundaries."

Sensing that there was more to the story than what met the eye, (y/n) pressed on. "You seemed really protective, Jasper. Did something else happen?"

Jasper hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering between (y/n) and the floor. Before he could respond, Emmett, in a moment of uncharacteristic bluntness, let out a small chuckle and said, "He's just being all 'major' about it."

The room fell into an awkward silence, and (y/n) locked eyes with Jasper, her curiosity mixed with concern. "Major? What do you mean?"

Jasper sighed, his shoulders slumping. "It's... complicated."

Emmett's eyes widened as he realized his mistake, but before he could attempt to correct it, Jasper straightened up, his expression becoming more composed.

"Truth is, (y/n)," Jasper began, his voice holding a note of seriousness, "I have developed feelings for you. Strong ones. In the vampire world, it's more than just attraction. I see you as a suitable mate, and well... I guess that's why I reacted the way I did."

A shocked silence fell over the room as (y/n) processed his words. She could feel the heat rise to her cheeks, her heart pounding a little faster in her chest. Jasper's confession left her momentarily speechless, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.

Esme, always the peacemaker, gently broke the silence. "Jasper, dear, I think it's important for (y/n) to understand your perspective."

Jasper nodded, his eyes never leaving (y/n)'s face. "You see, I can feel and manipulate emotions. I've been trained to sense danger, to protect my family, and I couldn't bear to see you uncomfortable or threatened."

(y/n) took a deep breath, trying to process the sudden revelation. Her own feelings were in turmoil, a mixture of flattery, surprise, and confusion. She met Jasper's gaze and spoke softly, "I... appreciate your honesty. But this is a lot to take in."

Jasper nodded in understanding, his expression a blend of hope and anxiety. "I didn't expect you to reciprocate immediately. I just wanted you to know the truth."

The vulnerability in Jasper's eyes was undeniable, and (y/n) felt a wave of empathy wash over her. She took another deep breath and offered a tentative smile. "Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me this, Jasper.

“Please…call me major,” says jasper or well the major?!

“Well major, I need some time to process everything."

Jasper's lips curled into a relieved smile. "Of course, take all the time you need."

As the room gradually returned to its natural state of camaraderie, (y/n) realized that this unanticipated revelation was a testament to the depth of connection she had with the Cullens. Amidst the supernatural complexities, she was navigating the intricacies of both friendship and emotion, much like the storm that raged within her own heart.

As days turned into weeks, (y/n) found herself replaying Jasper's confession in her mind. She appreciated his honesty, but the weight of his feelings had left her slightly overwhelmed. She knew that a conversation with him was inevitable, and as the afternoon sun bathed the Cullen home in a warm glow, she decided that it was time to address the unspoken tension.

Approaching Jasper, who was sitting in the living room with a book, (y/n) cleared her throat to get his attention. "Jasper, can we talk?"

Jasper glanced up from his book, his expression a mix of surprise and anticipation. "Of course, (y/n). What's on your mind?"

"I think we need to discuss what you told me," she began, her voice steady despite the fluttering in her chest. "I appreciate your feelings, but I need to know more. I need to understand what this means for us."

Jasper set his book aside, his eyes locked onto (y/n)'s. "I understand, and I'm here to answer any questions you have."

Taking a deep breath, (y/n) hesitated for a moment before suggesting, "Would you like to take a walk with me? It might be easier to talk outside."

Jasper nodded, his expression softening. "Sure, a walk sounds good."

As they strolled along a forested path near the Cullen home, (y/n) found the tranquility of nature to be the perfect backdrop for their conversation. The rustling of leaves and the distant songs of birds provided a calming soundtrack to their words.

"I want you to know that I value our friendship a lot, Jasper," (y/n) began, her voice gentle. "But your confession... it caught me off guard. I need time to figure out my own feelings and what this could mean for us."

Jasper's eyes held a mixture of understanding and empathy. "I respect that, (y/n). I never meant to make you uncomfortable."

Just as the conversation seemed to be heading towards a more peaceful resolution, a sudden rustling in the bushes nearby drew their attention. Before either of them could react, a blur of movement materialized, and another vampire stood before them.

"Ronny?" (y/n) gasped, disbelief washing over her.

The newcomer, Ronny, grinned wickedly, his eyes flashing crimson. "Well, well, (y/n). I never thought I'd run into you again."

Jasper's posture tensed, his instincts alert. "Who is this?"

“My childhood friend…”

Ignoring Jasper's question, Ronny's gaze remained fixed on (y/n). "You look surprised to see me. Did you think you could just disappear without consequences?"

Before (y/n) could respond, Ronny lunged at her, his intention clear. Instinctively, Jasper stepped in between them, his movements impossibly swift. A collision of supernatural strength and skill erupted as Jasper blocked Ronny's attack, his combat prowess on full display.

Realizing the danger, (y/n) instinctively stepped back, her heart racing. The situation had escalated far more quickly than she could have imagined. She watched as Jasper and Ronny engaged in a fierce struggle, her mind racing for a solution.

"(Y/n), run and hide!" He shouted, hoping his words would reach her amidst the chaos.

The clash of their powers created a cacophony of sound, echoing through the forest. The situation grew dire, and (y/n) felt her instincts take over.

Drawing upon the powers she had long kept hidden, (y/n) summoned a gust of wind, whipping through the air with a force that sent leaves and debris spiraling around her. She directed the winds towards Ronny, creating a barrier between him and Jasper.

“(Y/n)?!” Spoke two voices.

With wide eyes all both vampires could do was watch as (y/n)’s appearance transformed. (Y/n) felt a strange surge of energy building within her. The winds around her intensified, swirling with an intensity that matched the storm within her heart. Suddenly, her body began to transform, her form elongating and growing. Her clothes strained against her expanding frame until they could no longer contain her altered proportions.

In mere seconds, her height soared to a towering 6 feet 5 inches. Her once-ebony hair turned an ethereal shade of white, and her eyes underwent a dramatic transformation. They transformed into a striking sight, the irises resembling those of a blind person, milky white with glowing, pulsating thunderbolt-like veins that electrified the very air around her.

The air crackled with energy, and (y/n)'s alternate self emerged, fierce and imposing. Her torn clothing hung loosely from her powerful frame as she faced Ronny, her gaze locked onto his with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine.

The Major and Ronnys attention shifted to a stunned halt as they took in the transformation before him. Ronny recognized the power emanating from (y/n)'s alternate self, a power that was clearly beyond human comprehension, someone who (y/n) would say she could see in her dreams as a child.

Ronny, momentarily disoriented by the unexpected turn of events, hesitated, his overconfidence momentarily shattered. This was not the (y/n) he had expected to face.

With a burst of lightning-like energy, (y/n)'s alternate self lunged at Ronny. The clash of their powers created shockwaves that rippled through the forest, causing trees to sway and leaves to rain down like a storm of confetti.

The battle was fierce and intense. Bolts of electricity danced across the air as (y/n)'s alternate self summoned the power of the elements. Her movements were fluid yet ferocious, every motion calculated to bring Ronny to his knees.

Ronny attempted to counter her attacks, but he was clearly outmatched. The power radiating from (y/n)'s alternate self seemed limitless, as if she had tapped into an otherworldly force.

With a final surge of power, (y/n)'s alternate self released a blast of energy that engulfed Ronny in a blinding light. The force of the impact sent shockwaves rippling through the ground, causing the earth to tremble beneath their feet.

As the light subsided, (y/n)'s alternate self stood amidst the aftermath, her chest heaving with the exertion of her powers. The air was charged with energy, and the forest around them bore witness to the clash of supernatural forces.

The major approached (y/n)'s alternate self cautiously, his eyes filled with awe and respect. "You saved us."

The transformation began to wane, and as (y/n)'s alternate self slowly reverted to her original form, she felt a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction. She looked up at Jasper, her eyes returning to their familiar amber hue, and offered a small smile.

Jasper's expression held a newfound admiration. "You have powers too."

Nodding, (y/n) replied, "I didn’t know how to tell you.”

As the forest settled into a tranquil silence, the remnants of the battle scattered around them, (y/n) realized that the storm within her was no longer something to be feared. It was a source of strength, a power that could be harnessed to protect those she cared about.

“Sorry about this,” (y/n) apologized.

“Sorry for what?” Major questions. “This -“ and with that (y/n) passed out only to be caught by major.

In the aftermath of the battle, (y/n)'s world had once again shifted, unveiling layers of her identity she had yet to explore. The bond she shared with the Cullens had deepened further, and the storm within her heart had revealed itself as a force of nature that could bring both destruction and renewal.

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katyabrinks · 4 months

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𝐋.𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊 — 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝟎𝟎𝟏.

𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐘𝐀 𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐒, 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄. “She knew red was her color. She knew diamonds went with everything. And she knew that all men were the same.”

PART 1: THE BASICS

What is your full name? — Her full name is Katya Sanaa Primrose-De Santis.

Where and when were you born? — Katya was born in Capri, Italy on August 15th, 1996.

Who are/were your parents? — Her father, Alonzo Primrose, is currently a Hotel & Casino Tycoon/Private Equity Firm Owner ( Retired Kingpin ) & her mother, Camila Primrose-De Santis, is a Stay At Home Wife/Venture Capitalist.

Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like? — Katya has two older siblings that came from a relationship her mother had prior to meeting Katya’s father. Mateo, the oldest, is restaurateur while Lorenzo, the youngest of the pair, is an architect. The two of them also own a trucking company & nightclub together. With their father dying before Katya was born, Katya’s father stepped in & took on the father role for them although they opted to stay in Italy for a few more years after Katya moved to be with their parents. Both of her brothers are still involved in the family business.

Where do you live now, and with whom? — She currently lives in a contemporary mansion with her two year old cane corso named Rocco & a Samoyed puppy named Snow. The home features many amenities including a home theater, a two story closet in the master bedroom, a heated in-ground pool + jacuzzi, a fire pit, & a 2 bedroom 2 1/2 bath guest house. She also has a penthouse in Las Vegas since she toggles back & forth between the two cities for work often.

What is your occupation? — Katya is an entrepreneur & real estate broker. She started her first business, Sincerely Beauty Spa, on her 21st birthday after gaining her real estate license. Her first location is located in Las Vegas at The Cosmopolitan which is hotel that is co-owned by her father’s private equity firm. She plans on opening up her second & third location at Hotel Punta Tragara ( a seasonal hotel owned by her grandfather ) in Capri, Italy & at a stand alone location in Beverly Hills later this year. Allure Realty is her second baby which is her real estate brokerage that services California & Nevada. She currently is in the process of gaining her international real estate license with hopes of taking the brokerage international by the end of the year/beginning of next year. She also inherited her grandmother’s luxury handbag resell company, Privé Porter, two years ago after her death.

Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks. — Katya is of African-American, Dominican, & Italian descent with dark brown hair & dark brown orbs. She stands at 5’2 and weighs 135 pound which explains the reason she’s in heels a majority of the time. Her personal style varies, but for the most part you can always catch her in an all black ensemble & heels. She likes to appear flashy & sexy, yet classy at the same time. She has tattoos & piercings, outside of the ones that are visual, all over her body that she strategically placed in hidden spots to give of the ultimate element of surprise with her partners.

To which social class do you belong? — Katya currently belongs to the upper social class which she has been since birth due her family’s part in the underground world. However, on paper she appeared to be apart of the upper-middle social class until her families money became completely legal.

Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses? — She had a peanut allergy as a child that she out grew. She also has the usual seasonal allergies.

Are you right- or left-handed? — She is right-handed, but she can write with her left hand as well.

What does your voice sound like? — She has a soft-spoken, sultry, raspy voice thats mixed in with a slight Italian/Dominican accent. However, whenever she’s angry whatever language she’s speaking in the accent becomes more prominent.

What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently? — She often says ciao, deveras, whatever, pooh, baby boo, my love, that’s crazy/insane, clock it, cry about it, & too cunt to be crying.

What do you have in your pockets? — Katya doesn’t keep anything in her pockets since she always keeps some type of purse on her. She always keeps her favorite pair of Chanel shades, a Chanel compact mirror, both of her iPhones + portable chargers, a pair of AirPods, whatever lip combo she has on during that day + Dior lip glow oil, her perfume choice of the day, Sol De Janeiro Brazilian Bum Bum Cream, pink Prada card holder + cash, Touchland berry scented hand sanitizer, some type of candy + a pack of mint gum & a Glock 17 Gen 4.

Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics? — When upset, she often toggles back in worth between English, Italian, & Spanish. She also says like a lot unknowingly.

PART 2: GROWING UP

How would you describe your childhood in general? — Katya’s childhood was much different than others since she was raised by her grandparents in Italy until a few months after her 13th birthday due to her father’s ongoing legal issues. Her grandfather was the head of the Sicilian Mafia which curated a lot of her childhood. She lived a very affluent lifestyle in Italy and attended one of the top catholic schools in the country. When she moved to the states, much didn’t change for her except adjusting to the very different cultures she was exposed to.

How much schooling have you had? — She completed all schooling needed as a child & graduated high school with a 4.0 & was her classes’ valedictorian. She continued with college immediately after graduating & currently has a bachelor’s degree in Psychology & her Master of Business Administration (MBA).

Did you enjoy school? — Yes, she did. She loves education & having the chance to learn new things. She hopes to continue her education in the near future.

Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities? — She learned a majority of her skills & abilities from her grandparents & a hosts of “aunts & uncles”. When she moved to the states & got older, she began to teach her self various skills & abilities that peaked her interest & were deemed of value in her life.

While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them. — Her grandmother & her grandmother’s best friend was her role model for a majority of her life. She loved how they carried themselves & how poise they were, yet they took no shit & always knew what they wanted.

While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family? — She gets along with her family extremely well & has deemed family to be extremely important to her. She did have a rough patch with her parents when she moved to America since she couldn’t comprehend why they left her in Italy, but she learned to get over it as she got older.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up? — She wanted to be an Olympic figure skater growing up until she realized she had bigger dreams she wanted to chase & achieve.

As a child, what were your favorite activities? — She was into ice skating, cheerleading, & pageantry. She also played recreational softball & volleyball in high school.

As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display? — She has always displayed signs of being persistent, headstrong, & ingenious. Yet, she also appeared to be an self-centered, capricious, & materialistic. Some of these traits have transferred over into her adulthood.

As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like? — Katya was labeled popular since people were drawn to her due to her moving from Italy to America. She was a social butterfly so despite that labeling she often hung out with whomever she was drawn to.

When and with whom was your first kiss? — She had her first kiss with her first “boyfriend” in 7th grade.

Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity? — She lost her virginity to her first “true love” on her 17th birthday during the beginning of her senior year.

PART 3: PAST INFLUENCES

What do you consider the most important event of your life so far? — One of the most important events would have to be winning Miss Italia 2015, which is a beauty pageant hosted in Italy for young women.

Who has had the most influence on you? — Her family has had the most influence on her today. Their individuality, thrive, & trust inspired her in many ways. A lot of the woman she is today is because of them.

What do you consider your greatest achievement? — Her greatest achievement would have to be making a name for herself in multiple industries.

What is your greatest regret? — Her biggest regret was accepting a marriage proposal in her last relationship when she knew she wasn’t ready. They did end up getting married, but she also ended up divorcing him a year and a half ago on her 26th birthday.

What is the most evil thing you have ever done? — One of the most evil things she’s ever done was attempting to run over one of her exes after finding out about his infidelity. Charges were never pressed & he was able to convince authorities that it was an accident that he caused due to his “love” for her.

Do you have a criminal record of any kind? — She does, but with her family’s connections/ties & money they were able to get her records sealed.

When was the time you were the most frightened? — The time she was most frightened was when she was back home in Italy for the summer & was involved in an accident that left her in a coma for a few days.

What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you? — Finding out that her ex had cheated on her which ended in him finding out that he had a child on the way as well.

If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why? — She would changing staying in America after graduating high school & college to be with her grandmother during her final years.

What is your best memory? — Her best memory was having all of her family members see her walk across the stage for all her graduations & seeing her transition into womanhood.

What is your worst memory? — Her worse memory was receiving a phone call that her grandmother wasn’t doing well & to fly back to Italy immediately. Her grandmother ended up passing just about 30 minutes before her plane landed. She often still beats herself up for not being able to say goodbye.

PART 4: BELIEFS & OPINIONS

Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic? — She is extremely optimistic.

What is your greatest fear? — Her greatest fear is dying before she’s done all that she’s wanted to be.

What are your religious views? — She is a Christian and identifies as Catholic although she doesn’t often times agree with the ways of the Catholic Church.

What are your political views? — She is registered as independent, but votes for the democrat party during major elections.

What are your views on sex? — Katya is extremely sex positive & loves everything about it.

Are you able to kill? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable? — Yes, she is. It doesn’t matter if it’s about her respect or her loved ones.

In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do? — The most evil thing any human being can do is attack someone who can’t defend themselves at all. She also believes that all sex crimes especially against children, woman, & the elderly are extremely sick & all offenders should face the death penalty.

Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love? — She believes in both soulmates & true love. However, she also believes that a soulmate can be both platonic & romantic, but you’ll find your true love in your romantic soul mate.

What do you believe makes a successful life? — She believes that there are many factors that makes a successful life, but being able to do what you want whenever you want is number one on her list.

How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)? — She is very honest with her thoughts & feelings. She doesn’t play the nonchalant role when it comes to herself.

Do you have any biases or prejudices? — No, she doesn’t.

Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it? — She refuses to change any part of herself for anybody due to the fact that she has before & felt like she lost herself when did.

Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)? — She would die for her family & close friends.

PART 5: RELATIONSHIPS W/OTHERS

In general, how do you treat others (politely, rudely, by keeping them at a distance, etc.)? Does your treatment of them change depending on how well you know them, and if so, how? — Katya treats others with respect. She’s sociable, but not that friendly as most of the time when she meets someone new she sees them as a potential client. The closer you are to her the more you’ll see her come out of her shell & her personality really begins to shine.

Who is the most important person in your life, and why? — At the moment, her immediate family & friends are the most important people in her life right now. There’s no actually reason as to why since this is how it’s always been for her.

Who is the person you respect the most, and why? — She respects her mother the most although she doesn’t tell her that often. The way her mother carries & pours into herself, but still have the utmost respect for everybody else around her inspires.

Who are your friends? Do you have a best friend? Describe these people. — She is bestfriends with Mariah & Wren, but has a plethora of acquaintances. Katya met Wren during her high school years & the pair instantly click becoming inseparable. Her personality is very strong & vibrant, yet calming and loving. Out of all her friends, Katya often has to watch what she says around Wren because she’s very TTG for her friends. Mariah and Katya have been friends for the longest since their grandfather’s are longtime business partners and their family dealings go way back. She is her most laidback friend and hardest friend to keep up with since she travels a lot more than Katya. When she’s in town, the trio connect and have a girls night which they try to make happen weekly if their schedule allows.

Do you have a spouse or significant other? If so, describe this person. — She is currently single.

Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened. — After looking back on all her previous relationships, she doesn’t believe she was in love, but she did have love for them. She’s a firm believer that you only fall in love once in your life.

What do you look for in a potential lover? — She looks for someone that is patient, can communicate effectively, demonstrates respect, recognizes & appreciates her imperfections, & has emotional security amongst other things.

How close are you to your family? — Katya is extremely close with her & there isn’t anything that she would do for them.

Have you started your own family? If so, describe them. If not, do you want to? Why or why not? — She has not started her own family & doesn’t plan on starting her own family until she’s ready to settle down with the right guy.

Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help? — She would immediately turn to her grandfather or father, but she has a list of people she knows she can call on.

Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why? — She trusts the men in her life to protect her because they’ve displayed time after time that they will do so no matter what & no matter the cost.

If you died or went missing, who would miss you? — Her family & friends would miss her. After her car accident & near death experience, that fact became clear to her.

Who is the person you despise the most, and why? — She doesn’t despise anybody & doesn’t allow anybody to get her out of character like that.

Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict? — She loves to argue for fun, but is currently working on avoiding conflict as it can affect her business & brand.

Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations? — Yes, she does, but it’s out of habit & not by force.

Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not? — She doesn’t mind interacting with a large group of people, but she prefers smaller groups. She believes that people’s truer personality comes out in smaller groups.

Do you care what others think of you? — Yes & no, she only cares about what her family thinks of her.

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Moriah pt 1/3

PART 1: THE BASICS

What is your full name?

Moriah Celeste Marcel.

Where and when were you born?

HCA Florida Mercy Hospital, in Florida on September 5th, 1998.

Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)

My parents are Michael Marcel and Victoria Hampton, they are not married but have been committed since the birth of their first child. Michael is the current owner of his own seafood restaurant. He is a laid back person, mostly but can be easily agitated and known as aggressive. Victoria is the co-owner of the seafood restaurant, but her main focus in interior decorating specializing in event decorating. She is a soft spoken person majority of the time and is also known as alluring.

Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?

I have four siblings, three sisters Cymone, Phaith and Kiyana and a brother, Rhyan. Cymone is very attentive and virtuous she also is very bossy. Phaith is a straightforward/candid person. Kiyana is very gregarious and jovial. Rhyan, was a very virtuous person who tried to see the good in every person.

Where do you live now, and with whom?

Describe the place and the person/people.

I currently live in a penthouse in downtown LA. The penthouse is a two bedroom, one and a half bathroom. The master bedroom includes a large queen size bed with a canopy bedframe, a stripper pole that has been installed in front of it and floor to ceiling mirrors. The second bedroom was converted into a storage/workout area although the building has its own gym attached. Include is also a wrap around balcony extended off of the spacious living room area with a large black couch and a 70 inch tv spread across the wall in front of it. The living room is connected to the large kitchen with multiple black cabinets, an upgraded LG fridge, a gas stove and other updated appliances. Throughout the penthouse there are pictures of myself and some of my family displayed on the wall but also on the coffee table and shelves along the hall and in the living room.

What is your occupation?

I am an exotic dancer/entertainer looking to venture into other businesses.

Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.

I am 5’3 and weigh around 160. I am African American and have black curly hair, brown eyes and around twenty tattoos. There aren’t many distinctive marks on me visible to the eye but I do have scars on my forearm that aren’t heavily visible and scars on my chest and stomach. As for tattoos, on my forearm I have a remembrance tattoo of my brother a portrait of one of my favorite pictures of him, under that is a portrait of a cockatoo which represents freedom. Next to those two is a quote that reminds me what I live everyday for. On that same arm I also have a seeing eye tattoo and a “My brother’s keeper”. Below those, I have another portrait of Nefertiti. The inside of that arm I have a Carpe Diem tattoo. On my shoulder I have my birthday in Roman numerals and on my upper chest I have a heart, and heart beat attached to the time my brother died. My other tattoos consist of small doodles such as hearts, flowers and the name of my ex which I am currently working on getting covered up or removed.

To which social class do you belong?

Middle Class/Upper Class.

Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?

I suffer from severe seasonal allergies and am allergic to pine.

Are you right- or left-handed?

I am ambidextrous.

What does your voice sound like?

My voice is a lower tone, but not deep and can be described as slightly raspy. There is no heavy Miami accent that plays off my voice that I know about.

What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?

“Girl.” “You straight.” “What?” “Oh hell.”

What do you have in your pockets?

My phone.

Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?

I like to roll my eyes a lot, I am constantly fixing my lipgloss and/or applying it. I have a bad habit of chewing and popping gum.

PART 2: GROWING UP

How would you describe your childhood in general?

Basic, my siblings and I were always fighting and my parents did their best. I was constantly fighting although I had my siblings there to defend me, I was defending them.

What is your earliest memory?

Being in Kindergarten and having a “crush”.

How much schooling have you had?

I finished high school and dropped out of college my first year.

Did you enjoy school?

I enjoyed the social aspect of school more than the academic part.

Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?

From my siblings and mom. There wasn’t much for my dad to teach me after I was taught to defend myself.

While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.

Tyra Banks because she was a model turned actress turned tv host.

While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?

Yes, I had an aunt that I am very close to. My siblings and I were all very close. I am/was closer to my mom than I have been to my dad.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

An actress/model.

As a child, what were your favorite activities?

Dancing, playing in makeup, playing with dolls and dressing up.

As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?

Everyone always told me I was loud and ‘fearless’ but my mom would always say I was very aggressive and sassy.

As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like?

I wouldn’t say popular. I was picked on, but I did have friends aside from my sisters. They were funny and liked to do makeup which helped me become better at my own.

When and with whom was your first kiss?

My first kiss was at my 9th grade dance with my crush.

Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?

No. I lost it when I was 17 with my boyfriend at the time.

PART 3: PAST INFLUENCES

What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?

Moving to LA.

Who has had the most influence on you?

My Brother held the most influence over me, but I’m trying to move on from his passing.

What do you consider your greatest achievement?

Being able to start therapy and break the bad habits I had before.

What is your greatest regret?

The way I handled my brother’s passing.

What is the most evil thing you have ever done?

I’ve falsely posted that my ex had STD’s for the public to find out and called to get his car towed after he cheated on me.

Do you have a criminal record of any kind?

Yes.

When was the time you were the most frightened?

When my father was in jeopardy of losing his business right after my brother’s passing.

What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?

While one of my first nights dancing, in a packed club full of ballers I fell off the pole when I was at the height of it. I injured myself badly and almost wanted to cry.

If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?

The length of time I was mad at/not talking to my family. It was a hard time for all of us and if I had realized that it could have helped me manage my feelings better.

What is your best memory?

When I finally was able to move to LA and get rid of what I left in Miami.

What is your worst memory?

Waking up in the middle of the night to the call that my brother had passed.

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THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … November 23

1876 – Manuel De Falla, Spanish composer, born (d.1946); Pablo Picasso is quoted as saying that he considered de Falla the shyest man he had ever met, "even smaller than myself, and as modest and withdrawn as an oyster shell ..." He was said to have been involved in a ménage á trois with composer Maurice Ravel and pianist Ricardo Viñes.

De Falla became close friends with Diaghalev and Massine, with whom he collaborated on The Three-Cornered Hat. It was, incidentally, immediately after the first performance of this ballet, that Massine announced his engagement to Lydia Sokolova, who had just performed the leading role, and was then dismissed from the Ballet Russes by the enraged Diaghelev.

1924 – The famed British-American anthropologist Colin Turnbull was born on this date (d.1994). Best known for this groundbreaking books The Forest People & The Mountain People, Turnbull was also one of the first anthropologists to work in the field of ethnomusicology.

Turnbull was an unconventional scholar who rejected neutrality. He idealized the BaMbuti and reviled the Ik, and described the latter as lacking any sense of altruism, in that they force their children out of their homes at the age of three, and gorge on whatever occasional excesses of food they might find until they became sick, rather than save or share. However, several anthropologists have since argued that a particularly serious famine suffered by the Ik during the period of Turnbull's visit may have distorted their normal behavior and customs, and some passages in his book make it clear that the behavior and customs of the Ik during the period he describes were drastically different from what was normal for them before they were uprooted from their original way of life.

Turnbull with MButi children.

In the US, he lived with his professional collaborator and partner of 30 years, the African American Dr. Joseph Towles, as an openly gay, interracial couple in one of the most conservative areas of the 1960s - rural Virginia.

During this time he also took up the political cause of death row inmates. After his partner's death in 1988, Turnbull, strongly affected, gave all his belongings to the United Negro College Fund. In 1989, he moved to Bloomington, Indiana to participate to the building of Tibetan Cultural Center with his friend Thupten Jigme Norbu, elder brother of the 14th Dalai Lama. In 1991 - 1992, he moved to Dharamsala, India where he took the monks' vow of Tibetan Buddhism, given to him by the Dalai Lama. He was then given a buddhist name.

He died in Virginia in 1994, aged 69. Both Towles and Turnbull died from complications of AIDS.

1933 – The New York tabloid Broadway Brevities, under the headline "Fags Tickle Nudes," published an article warning that "Pansy men of the nation" were invading steam baths and turning them into replicas of the orgy houses in Rome at the time of Nero.

Joe Zee (R) and husband Rob Younkers

1968 – Joe Zee is a Hong Kong-born Canadian fashion stylist, journalist, and producer, known for Entertainment Tonight (1981), FABLife (2015) and Celebrity Style Story (2012). Zee served as creative director of Elle for seven years. He became editor-in-chief and executive creative officer of Yahoo! Style in April 2014. He resigned from Yahoo in June 2017.

Zee was born in Hong Kong and at the age of one, moved to Toronto where he grew up. He began working in fashion in 1990, at age 22, and ultimately moved to New York City enrolling at the Fashion Institute of Technology.

In the mid-1990s, Zee met stylist Lori Goldstein at an Allure party, and soon became her assistant.

He was described in a New York Times profile as a leader in the mass market and digital transformation of fashion: "a chatty and approachable ambassador of fashion who has aggressively thrust himself in front of hoi polloi using Twitter, blogs, v-logs and—most visibly—television."

Zee was a recurring character as boss of the reality series The City. He has also appeared on episodes of Ugly Betty, Mistresses, and General Hospital as himself. He was one of the co-hosts of the ABC daytime talk show The Fab Life.

In 2010, he made an appearance on Gossip Girl as himself.In 2015, he released his book That's What Fashion Is: Lessons and Stories from My Nonstop, Mostly Glamorous Life in Style. Zee is married to Rob Younkers, host of Logo TV's Secret Guide to Fabulous

1989 – On this date the Natural Bears Classification System was unveiled on a Usenet group. The NBCS or "bear code" is a set of symbols using letters, numbers and other characters commonly found on modern, Western computer keyboards, and used for the self-identification of those who self-identify as "bears" in the sense of a mature gay or bisexual man with facial or substantial body hair. This classification scheme was created by Bob Donahue and Jeff Stoner, and was based on the way in which star and galaxy classification systems used characteristics of an object to derive a classifying identifier.

The format of the NBCS is a sequence of space-separated descriptions that each take the form, "XMme" where X is a letter indicating some trait; M is an optional magnitude indicated by either a number or a sequence of + or - characters (the former are used for rankings that have a broad, but discrete range while the latter is used for more comparative measurements); m is an optional modifier such as "v" which indicates variability of the trait; and e is any extra (such as a parenthesized magnitude that indicates a range from the magnitude outside the parentheses to the magnitude inside).

The format includes physical traits such as "B" for beard density/length, "f" for body hair (or "fur"), "t" for height (or "tallness"), and "w" for weight. It also includes personality traits such as "d" for "the daddy factor" and sexual preferences such as "k" for "the kinky factor."

A sample bear code is: B4 d+c e+ f+ g++ k+ m w t+ r (+?)

Translation: Reasonably thick beard, definite Daddy, cub tendencies, (endowment) gets attention, above average fur, loves groping/pawing/touching, (Kinkiness) loves most things, (Muscle) some definition, Blue collar, average weight, tall, (sex) plays under special circumstances.

1996 – Elton John was honored as the founder of the Elton John AIDS Foundation at a gala celebrating the 25th anniversary of the Los Angeles Gay and Lesbian Center.

2006 – Israel's Supreme Court recognizes foreign same-sex marriages.

2014 – In Brazil, the world's first largest same-sex wedding with 160 couples takes place in Rio de Janeiro. It was the fifth time mass same-sex weddings were held in Brazil. (The following year 185 couples married.) Claudio Nascimento of Rio Sem Homophobia (Rio without Homophobia) says, "It is an affirmative action to call attention to all of the achievements and challenges in the area of civil and human rights of the LGBT community." Brazil broke the Guinness World Record for the largest pride parade in 2009 with 4 million attendees. Same-sex marriage has been legal in Brazil since May 16, 2013, though it had already been legally recognized since 2004.

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Deep dives into folklore: witches' familiars

The concept of witches' familiars has woven its mystical threads throughout the tapestry of human history, leaving behind a trail of intrigue, fear, and fascination. Familiars are often depicted as animal companions endowed with supernatural abilities, serving as intermediaries between the witch and the spirit world. This week we embark on a journey to unravel the rich tapestry of witches' familiars, exploring their historical roots, cultural variations, and the psychological significance that has endured through centuries.

The roots of the concept of witches' familiars can be traced back to ancient times, with different civilizations harboring beliefs in magical creatures and spirits. In medieval Europe, during the witch trials of the 15th to 18th centuries, the idea of familiars gained prominence. Witches were accused of forming pacts with the devil and employing familiars as accomplices in their dark arts. These creatures were believed to be supernatural entities or ordinary animals possessed by demons.

The concept of familiars extends beyond Europe, finding counterparts in various cultures worldwide. In African and Afro-Caribbean traditions, practitioners may work with spirits manifested in animals for magical purposes. In Native American folklore, certain tribes believe in spirit animals that guide and empower individuals. The common thread among these diverse beliefs is the idea that animals serve as conduits to the spirit realm, aiding practitioners in their magical endeavors.

Beyond the literal interpretation of familiars as magical companions, the concept holds symbolic and allegorical significance. Animals have long been associated with specific traits and characteristics, and their inclusion in magical practices may represent a connection between the practitioner and these symbolic attributes. For example, a cat, often depicted as a familiar in European folklore, is associated with mystery, independence, and intuition, qualities sought after by practitioners of the mystical arts.

The psychological aspect of the witch-familiar relationship is a fascinating realm of exploration. Carl Jung's concept of the "anima" and "animus," representing the feminine and masculine aspects of the psyche, respectively, may shed light on the archetype of the familiar. The animal companion could serve as a manifestation of the practitioner's unconscious, representing untapped potential, instincts, or repressed aspects of the self. In this way, the familiar becomes a symbolic partner in the individuation process, aiding the practitioner in self-discovery and personal transformation.

In contemporary witchcraft and neopaganism, the concept of familiars persists but has evolved beyond historical associations with devilish pacts. Modern practitioners often view familiars as spiritual allies, guides, or even extensions of their own psyches. Some may work with animal totems or incorporate symbolic representations of animals in their rituals, emphasizing the psychological and symbolic aspects of the familiar bond.

The concept of witches' familiars, deeply rooted in historical, cultural, and psychological contexts, continues to captivate the human imagination. Whether seen as supernatural entities, symbolic manifestations, or psychological archetypes, familiars persist as intriguing companions in the mystical realm. The enduring allure of these magical creatures reflects humanity's enduring fascination with the mysterious, the otherworldly, and the transformative power of the unseen.

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My mystery pain improved somewhat this month, so I was able to read four books! I'm still behind my 1-book-a-week goal, but whatever! I care more about my body feeling better. And it's too bad none of these books really stood out this month!

The Door In the Moon

By Catherine Fisher - This is the third book in Fisher's Obsidian Mirror series. The previous two books I enjoyed for their fast pacing and colorful characters. I did recommend adventure-enthusiasts read them! However, this third book may have changed my opinion somewhat...

This book feels like filler. By the end, I was asking, "Was an adventure in mid-revolution Paris really necessary?" It all felt a bit like pandering to the dramatic allure of this historical time period. The reader realizes the setting and thinks, "Uh-oh! How will our heroes get out of this one!" At least, I suppose that's what was the intended effect... It didn't pay off for me. Instead, the book shuffles things around in a way that should feel refreshing, but instead disappoints. Side characters whom I care very little for are reintroduced and made pivotal to the plot. Meanwhile, the series' most likeable characters are pushed into the background. This mix-up destroyed Fisher's usual intense pacing! And the big ending...well, it could have easily been the ending to the previous book. Why, why, why? What happened here!?

It's tough to be three books into a series and realize you've just read a worse book. You ask, "Do I still care?" And I think I do. The previous books were strong enough, so I will be finishing the series. I'll give my final verdict then!

Life After Life

By Kate Atkinson - A book opens with a woman assassinating Hitler. You, having freshly opened the scene in your mind, must decide: heroic, or campy? That question haunted my entire read.

The majority of Life is fantastic. Our protagonist Ursula Todd is reliving her own life over and over again. Each time she dies, she relives her life with new instincts, her own intuition linking her to the mistakes of her past failed lives. We as the readers see Ursula make mistakes, and then improve upon them in the next life. We see her at her lowest, and then at her highest. She makes decisions that have positive effects in some ways, and negative effects in others. Consequences riddle each small decision. Atkinson's ability to jump between lives, sometimes in ways that can be quite confusing to the reader, brings a huge amount of fun to this read. The reader constantly asks, "What will she do different? Will her life be better or worse? Do any of her decisions actually matter at all?"

And then you remember she is somehow going to kill Hitler. Huh???

Ultimately, Atkinson made it make sense. I too would kill Hitler if I realized he was the source of all despair in all my multitude of lives! Most importantly, this is emotional, thought-provoking literature. I often found myself reflecting on my own life and the decisions I make every day, how the smallest things might affect me years down the line. And then, I wonder if any of it really matters, or if it will all just end up undone.

I really enjoyed this read, but it is quite long, and the Hitler stuff comes off as quite distracting in this year of 2024. Still, I'd highly recommend you RENT IT!

Akata Witch

By Nnedi Okorafor - A thirteen-year-old American, albino girl of Nigerian parents returns to Nigeria, where she discovers she is part of a secret society of magic-users that spans the globe. It's giving Harry Potter and Percy Jackson, folks. It's a lot of fun.

Okorafor has written a children's novel that brings the readers into the world of African magic. It's tantalizing, it's magical, it's whimsical, and, in a wonderful Riordan-esque way, still quite serious! There are stakes and risk, and our adorable cast of characters must navigate huge responsibilities suddenly placed on their shoulders. And the story, the world, always, always, it's strange, and it's fun! I had a blast reading this.

Not a lot to say about Witch, but it's a delightful, quick and easy read. If you're looking for something light and refreshing like Rick Riordan, definitely RENT IT!

God Emperor of Dune

By Frank Herbert - And now for something completely different. The brilliant new Dune film inspired my return to the books, all of which I'd gobbled up. Dune was incredibly detailed and wise. Dune Messiah was a reflective finale to its predecessor. Children of Dune brought us back into the weird intrigue and horror of Arrakis. And God Emperor...um. Don't read this book....

Wow. This book was bad. I didn't think it possible, but hoo boy! The people weren't kidding when they said "Just read the first three!" This book is a miserable, patronizing slog.

There is virtually no plot. The God Emperor Leto II spends 80% of the book taking guests into his chamber and philosophizing at them. Herbert's writing is astonishingly nuanced and intelligent--to a fault. There's so much nonsense wordplay, that at some point, you just stop trying to understand any of it. You lose interest. You ask, 300 pages in, "Wait, what the hell happened to Siona???" Then, when Duncan cries out in fear of two girls kissing, you ask, "Is Dune bad??"

And the philosophy! Good god, it's dated. Hope you enjoy sexism and homophobia in your worldly discussions! Just know I spent a lot of time laughing. (That's right! Male armies always tend towards homosexuality, which always leads to self-destruction! I so agree, Frank!!)

If you loved Dune like I did, you will not love this book. If you MUST read it, I'd advise a tailored reading experience, where all the pointless nonsense is skipped. That would be a good 70%. Otherwise, SKIP IT!

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amunet musa . . ☪︎︎

“And once I open my heart towards you, I’ll become just as necessary as yours. I’ll become your organ, remove me from your body and you’ll perish unexplainably. You will need me. You will need my heart to survive. So, if you wish to live in heaven, you’ll stay with me to avoid hell.”

☪︎︎ name ፧ amunet musa.

☪︎︎ age ፧ twenty-two.

☪︎︎ race ፧ african american.

☪︎︎ ethnicity ፧ nigerian.

☪︎︎ height ፧ 6’2 (6’5 in platforms/heels).

☪︎︎ temperament ፧ eloquent, vindictive, possessive, intense, persistent, authoritative, + intimidating.

☪︎︎ personality w/ others ፧ depending on the crowd, she could be seen as “recluse, aloof, and dominant” or “alluring, hard to get, and honest.” truth be told, she’s practically all of the above, whether it’s intentional or not. she’s usually sitting with herself despite her having a few trusted friends; she just enjoys her own company greatly. her expressions are very limited and composed, and with her being straightforward with her words it’s needless to say that she could come off as rude and distant. though, that’s around people she doesn’t care for, but with her friends she’s more considerate and open. surely the intensity is still there innately but she makes up for it by being considerate, protective, and patient… she may seem a little stuck up as well, but she’s the kind of friend that takes a moment to open up to. don’t worry, she’d attend parties and get drunk without a care in the world.

☪︎︎ personality w/ love interest ፧ of course, you can conclude that she behaves uncharacteristically. surely she was manipulative before, but she definitely gets what she wants with you, plus the tactics are subtle, seeing as she’s a dark empath (someone who uses cognitive empathy at the expense of others, often for personal gain, much like reishi, my designer!yandere oc). she’s more amorous and hesitant with her words, insistent on giving you everything and making everything for you easier. sending anonymous love letters to you, following you home discreetly to ensure that you make it safely, or behaving like a gentlewoman towards you in general. her friends couldn’t recall the first time she smiled so widely with someone. her care towards you is so natural as if she’s been catering to you for years; it’s like she earned the right to guilt-trip you if you misbehave…

☪︎︎ yandere type ፧ manipulative + possessive. she’s overall composed (when her love interest isn’t overwhelming her with their presence) and unyielding. the usual tactics she goes for are death threats, guilt-tripping, false reassurance/understanding, flattery, + intimidation. and with her being naturally intense it’s difficult to decline her, not to mention that her threats are more so promises and her poetic words are hard to brush away. her possessiveness not only ties into her obsessive nature but assists her with her manipulation tactics, seeing as she could do a plethora of things just by knowing and owning you. though don’t be too shaken up, you’re not the only person she has on her radar. whoever comes in the way of the two of you will go down in history…

☪︎︎ theme song ፧ hiijack — sza.

and with that, here’s her sfw and nsfw headcanons …

my masterlist …

and the rest of my yandere ocs …

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cui-nisi · 1 year

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🫧welcome to the library!🫧

19 year old, black/African American, she/her

Affiliate/member of: @thebtswritersclub

Groups I <3: BTS (so surprising), TXT, NCT, GOT7, TWICE, NewJeans

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ʚ✟⃛ɞ ?what kind of blog is this? ʚ✟⃛ɞ

•BTS parings/ships!

•BTS x reader (black reader usually)

•some miscellaneous ffs of other fandoms I like

+bonus! I cross-post on ao3 so you can find me on there under the same username!

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ʚ✟⃛ɞ !current work(s)! ʚ✟⃛ɞ

bts and such

-Short and Sweet (one-shot)

•Pairing: Yoongi x Black Reader

•Genre: smut, college au

•Summary: You and Yoongi have been fuck buddies for a while now, but it seems like Yoongi might want more.

•Warnings: smut, oral (f. receiving & m. receiving), penetration w/o protection (use protection!), cursing, drinking, pet names (‘love’), slight toxicity

• 📔 read here! 📔•

- You’re 22 (one-shot)

•Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Black Reader

•Genre: strangers to lovers, one-night stand, hook-up, club au, smut

•Summary: You find yourself dancing with an attractive stranger at the club…

•Warnings: smut, swearing, unprotected sex (wear protection!)

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- All Mine (one-shot)

•Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Black Reader

•Genre: friends with benefits, college au, smut, enemies-to-lovers (slightly)

•Summary: With Kim Seokjin being the student body President your purely sexual relationship with him has to be on the DL, but what happens when it becomes more than sexual?

•Warnings: swearing, oral sex (f. Receiving), arguing, dirty talk, pet names

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miscellaneous & such

-New Recruit (one-shot)

•Pairing: Miguel O'Hara Spider-Man ATSV x Reader

•Genre: smut, stranger-to-lovers (slightly)

•Summary: You’re the newest prospect for recruitment at Spider Society. Unfortunately for you, Miguel’s not a fan of your attitude and decides to put you in your place.

•Warnings: smut, oral (m. receiving), penetration w/o protection (use protection!), finishing inside, dom. Miguel, power dynamics (both are consenting though!), pet names ('good girl'), mild cursing

•📔 read here! 📔•

-Morning Distractions (one-shot)

•Pairing: RE4 Leon Kennedy x Reader

•Genre: Established relationship, smut, fluff

•Summary: Leon only has 15 minutes before he has to leave for work but he’s determined to please you before he goes.

•Warnings: Top Leon, quickie, unprotected sex (use protection!), comfort sex, fingering (fem. receiving), pet names (‘baby’), penetration

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-Lavender and Cinnamon (one-shot)

•Pairing: RE4 Leon Kennedy x Reader

•Genre: smut, stranger-to-lovers, workplace

•Summary: You work at a high-end spa called Exotic Luxuries where you’re assigned to take care of the alluring and mysterious Leon S. Kennedy. But late-night sessions can lead to more than just a regular massage…

•Warnings: slight cursing, no protection (use protecting!), workplace sex, riding, blowjobs, pet names (‘good girl’), dom. Leon, praise kink, slight nipple play

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thx for picking up a book at the library, enjoy your stay! ʕ•̫͡•ʔ ʕ-̼͡-ʔ

#kpop #bts #pinned post #bts writers #kpop writers #kpop fanfic

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dear-indies · 1 year

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Hello Cat 🐱 & Mouse 🐭!! Hope you’re both having a nice weekend! May I please ask for some female black faceclaims between 23-40 that have strong and alluring vibes, please? Thank you so much for all your amazing help towards the roleplay community!! <3 :)

T'Nia Miller (1980) Afro-Jamaican - is a lesbian.

Angelica Ross (1980) African-American - is trans.

Meagan Good (1981) African-American, Afro-Barbadian, Puerto Rican, Cherokee, Creole, and Jewish.

Lupita Nyong'o (1983) Luo Kenyan.

DeWanda Wise (1984) African-American.

Vivienne Acheampong (1984) Ghanaian.

Amber Riley (1986) African-American.

Jurnee Smollett (1986) African-American, possibly other / Ashkenazi Jewish.

Jodie Turner-Smith (!986) Afro Jamaican.

Michaela Coel (1987) Ghanaian - is aromantic.

Lauren “Lolo” Spencer (1987) African-American - has ALS.

Javicia Leslie (1987) Black German.

Anna Diop (1988) Senegalese.

Amiyah Scott (1988) African-American - is trans.

Anita-Joy Uwajeh (1989) Nigerian.

Kota Eberhardt (1989) Lakota Sioux and African-American.

Danielle Brooks (1989) African-American - hasn’t labelled her sexuality but has openly dated a woman.

Damaris Lewis (1990) Kittian.

Michaela Jaé Rodriguez (1991) African-American, one quarter Puerto Rican - is trans.

Azie Tesfai (1992) Eritrean.

Khadijha Red Thunder (1994) Chippewa Cree, African-American, Spanish - is pansexual.

Ryan Destiny (1995) African-American 1/4 Irish.

Kahara Hodges (1995) Navajo, African American, Mexican, and English.

Megan Thee Stallion (1995) African-American - is bisexual.

Eva Reign (1995) African-American - is trans.

Zaria Simone (1996) African-American.

Zendaya (1996) African-American / German, Irish, English, Scottish.

Tati Gabrielle (1996) African-American / Korean.

Arisce Wanzer (1996) African-American - is trans.

Joy Sunday (1996) Nigerian.

Alyah Chanelle Scott (1997) African-American.

Sydney Park (1997) African-American / Korean.

Coco Jones (1998) African-American.

Here you go!

#fc help #rph #rpc #black fc

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candylandphotos · 10 months

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Dark skinned Sudanese African American beauty fashion jewelry model 💕

"Transcending Boundaries: Embracing the Beauty of a Dark-Skinned Sudanese African American Model Adorned in Fashion and Jewelry 💕✨"

#Melanin-rich elegance #Ethnic beauty representation #Cultural heritage diversity #Sudanese fashion icon #African American allure #Jewelry-enhanced beauty #Radiant skin tones #Empowering fashion statement #Inclusive modeling #Authentic portrayal #Model's natural grace #Dark skin positivity #Beauty in ethnic diversity #Fashion-forward individuality #Empowering self-expression #beautiful women #pretty woman #pretty girl

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apolloanddaphnis · 1 year

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Fawnskin

A/N: Okay so I'm new to this Tumblr fanfiction posting. This isn't very good but I feel a lot better when I write what my interests and create as an outlet. This hasn't been edited, fair warning.

Furthermore, I'm new to the Timothée Chalamet fan world, I don't pretend to know everything about him. With that said, please be gentle with me.

Themes: Trans OC, POC OC, an original character created by me, allusions to smut, Timothée pining, OC pining. (I think that's all).

Part 1

When I saw her…when I discovered her…it was tonight.

Tonight began at half past eight on sunset boulevard. It started when I entered the back way of the famous and legendary Viper room.

Small, galley-pathed, and obsidian lack of light. Smelled of so much alcohol I wouldn't dare to light a match…or maybe I would. Sweat and a small amount of alluring filth perfumed beneath, like a scent of sin and rock and roll. This wasn't my usual scene, it's an interesting scene, a respected scene, a scene too cool for me, but not my scene nonetheless.

I left my friends at LAVO, wandered down the strip aimlessly just needed some air, and I don't know why. Some unknown force just drew me here…to this claustrophobic nightmare drenched in black.

And then I heard it…her…

I heard synthesizers, drums, and guitars and a loud bass, but…I heard her , I heard her dreamy, yet raspy, tightly-reined yet soft, childlike and pouty yet seductive…voice. I never desired to hear a voice more than hers ever, nothing could compare ever. It was a beautiful whiny, powdery , Punk sounding sort of melodic vocals. I excused myself through the crowd of some young yet mainly middle aged and older crowd in band tees and leather and docs, and I wondered if the angel of this voice was older than she sounded.

But I somehow found myself at the front, right in front of the well used stage and came eye to eye with fishnet legs and teal, patent leather, pointed toe heels with corset tight straps strangling delicate ankles. It made me want to save those exquisitely dainty ankles, and press a thousand and ten kisses to the ankle bone and her fibula…or tibula? Whatever, I want to kiss and suck every bone of her scrumptious feet.

I allowed my eyes to travel up long, clean-limbed, well formed legs, shapely thighs and and a doll‐like, hourglass figure that suffocated in a half zebra print, half cherry red, strapless dress, that was held together and cinched with zebra print string tied in a shoelace bow, the front…a shuddering, tantalizing, deep cut..almost down to the naval, opening greedy eyes to perky, perfectly rounded, visibly bouncy, dewy, prettily fawn colored cleavage. I had a new favorite color and I think it might be…fawn.

With every bounce those luscious breasts knocked me out and caused embarrassing stirring in my pants. There was a slit in the middle, due to the dress being a wrap with only the string to hold it together, you could almost see the crotch area, but shapely fawn-colored (fuck me), thighs blocked the image beautifully.

I was greedy suddenly and my eyes needed to see more, I looked up into the most prettiest face I could remember. Heart-shaped, dark espresso hooded eyes and long, dark sweeping lashes, big,full, lolly red painted lips too big for her delicate jawline, you could tell she's mixed with African-American, so damn beautiful. And white-gold, blown out hair that fell past her shoulders framed her face in layers.

She looked at me and I saw God.

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A month later, in between breakups, I couldn't get her out of my head. I had gone back to the Viper Room to see if she would be there again but she wasn't. I asked the booking agent the name of the band, but she just laughed at me.

Why was it impossible to find her? I couldn't get her out of my head, she was like a nymph, a secretive mystery embodied in unknown desire. Fawn-colored skin, clean-limbed legs and white-sugar blonde hair, and that voice…like Nancy Sinatra but naughtier yet more innocent.

I gotta stop this obsession, but there's something about…this wasn't very healthy…

I woke up at two in the morning, wired like I was on something. I pulled on my sweatpants and a hoodie, I slipped on my Adidas and headed out, I just had to have the night (or early morning) air hit my face and wake me from these endless dreams.

I ended up driving around, Cudi's latest on low, the streets were surprisingly alive, but it is L.A. on a Thursday night.

But then I saw her, was I imagining her? Because those legs and that petite height were definitely that of a dream. I did a u-turn to see the front just to confirm that I am indeed losing my mind and it is someone else.

But walking past Mel's drive in, in a long teddy coat falling off her shoulders, a ripped, wine red turtleneck dress that's ripped and ribbed with safety pins in the tears, hugged her body like a pin up, making it painfully obvious she wasn't wearing a bra again. I slowed my bmw 5 series, the windows thankfully tinted. Those shapely legs encased in ripped fishnets again, velour , leopard print platform boots pounded the avenue, giving the illusion of average height. Her elvish blonde hair was up in a pretty, messy updo, held up hazardly by pins, her layered bangs framed her doll face, she had heroin chic smokey eyes and her lips painted a quietly provocative, nude-brown, almost fawn-colored..tone. safety pins adorned her ear as earrings and a black, patent leather, heart shaped bag dangled from her hands.

Before I could stop myself, I rolled down the window. I looked like a crazy person, but maybe she wouldn't be too scared, I'm famous enough right? God, that sounded arrogant.

"Hey, hi! " I hope my hazardous greeting didn't come out too harsh.

She stopped abruptly, looking every bit of the word startled. Like a deer in the headlights, her dark chocolate eyes widened and she looked up before looking around then down.

I felt like a creep, I didn't like seeing that expression on her face but…but this was a rare chance to find her again, it's been an entire month! I can't go through that again, I don't even know her goddamn name!

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to scare you, I know this looks weird." I ran a hand through my curls.

She looked up, a hint of recognition flickered in her eyes before she stared down again.

"I saw your show at the Viper Room last month. But I never got your name, I had to meet my friends and left…".

I didn't really know what else to say.

She crossed her legs a little, bending her knee a bit, biting her sensuous full bottom lip, I felt stirring in my sweats and was glad I was still in the car.

"Madison."

The angel speaks.

Her speaking voice is as beautiful as her singing voice. Raspy and light, sweet and scratchy. I wanted to record it.

Madison, Madison, Madison…I've heard the name so many times but never once did it sound so pretty.

"Madison." I repeated.

She nodded. "Madison." She smiled, it was small but it felt like she gave me the rarest and most valuable gift. I couldn't help but stare, she's so pretty and delicate.

"Kelly, Madison Kelly." She finished, she had a dreamy sort of tone to her voice, accent a little valley, you could tell she was from around here and not one of the many transients.

Her voice and her smile was healing and satisfying.

"What's your name?'' She was now relaxing a little more, her smile didn't look to be going anywhere and I couldn't get enough of it.

I wondered if she was humoring me, trying to make me feel more comfortable by feigning ignorance of who I am. It's considerate and sweet. I played along with a smirk. "Timothée. "

She giggled, it strangely made me hard. "That's so cute, such a sweet name."

I smiled and looked at her. "Why are you walking the street so late? It's dangerous. "

She bit her lip like she was caught doing something naughty. "I ran away."

I frowned, she does look young, but I was hoping at least eighteen, but she's wearing so much makeup she could be sixteen under there.

"From home?"

She smiled, "No, my friends."

I nodded, my eyes roamed her form, I wanted to measure her wide hips with my hands.

"Are you heading anywhere in particular?" I couldn't stop myself, I wish I would just shut up and act normal, I didn't want to scare away this…fawn.

Looking closer I see an attractive, rhinestone stud in her nostril, I had the urge and necessity to lick it.

I gripped my steering wheel, she noticed the small detail but didn't say anything. She stared at my hands for a long time.

"I just needed to walk…I get overwhelmed sometimes in crowds." She explained as she hugged the lamp post.

I wish it were my body she clung to…great, Tim you've lost it, you're now jealous of a fucking lamp post.

"You did good with them at the Viper Room."

She smiled,it was faraway and dreamy. "I focus on one person, and pretend I'm only singing to one person." She hid her face against the post and giggled.

I was even more enamored with this adorable little creature.

"We could go to Mel's over there, get a milkshake or coffee or fries or a burger, I don't care. I don't want you to freeze out here."

To my fucking luck and surprise, she nodded and timidly walked over to my car.

I got out of it, she looked up at me a bit wide eyed, noticing our height difference, had to be about five inches, and she's wearing platform boots. I smirked as I opened my door. The passenger seat was facing the streets, and even though there aren't many drivers out right now. I didn't want to risk her.

She half stepped in and I half helped her up by her waist. Just touching her, smelling her very rosy, sweet smelling shampoo, I knew I had to sit her down before she would feel her effect on me and think I'm some creep.

I buckled her in, and she watched me with a soft smile. I looked up into her dark doe eyes as I latched the seat belt together, it pressed into her stomach. I smiled a little and she bit those sinful lips and looked away. I eyed one of the holes of the dress that rested on her plump breast and licked my lips before sitting in the driver's seat and starting the car back up.

I drove us across the street to the parking lot of Mel's. There were a good amount of people there for 3am close to 4, but not packed like it was at midnight. I didn't let Madison get out on her own. I got out so fast and opened her door for her, reached over and unbuckled her seatbelt, before lifting her by her waist and helping her down delicately. I hadn't let her go yet, my thumb gently stroking her prettily wide hips. She didn't seem to be upset, she just held onto my shoulders, she leaned in and looked around , accidentally her cheek brushes against my chest, it was almost like I was holding her.

"Thank you." She said and then before I knew it, she was out of my arms, heading inside, and thanking the security.

I followed behind her so fast, I was practically on her ass before taking her soft hand and leading her to the booth farthest away from everyone, trying to avoid being noticed.

We were in the corner and immediately a friendly waiter came over asking us what we would like, but saying hi to Madison, tell her it's always nice seeing her. She giggled and asked him how everything was and I was hideously jealous, she should be looking at me talking to me that way. It was an absolute thing to do but I interrupted.

"Madi, did you want a milkshake?" My voice sounded a little strained, my fingers twitched, they were a stretch away from hers, the nails not too long, and wore black chipped nail polish.

She was delayed in her response, she slowly looked away from the waiter and looked up at me, her dreamy eyes made my heart stop and speed up at the same time. Her pouty lips parted and then she smiled, it was sweet and genuine, she looked so happy, and I felt ten feet tall because I made her that happy, not the waiter.

"Can I have this one?" She sweetly slid the menu over to me, pointing to what was called the Lana del Rey milkshake, it was an oreo milkshake with chocolate syrup.

I smiled at her, sweet girl. "You can have anything you want."

She smiled wide before biting her succulent lip.

I ordered her shake and ordered mine, plain chocolate. I also ordered fries.

"You-uh, smell very nice." Wow Timmy, that was lame.

I looked to see if she was smirking unimpressed, but the angel before me looked elated, her eyes just completely lit up and she was beaming. "Thank you Timothée, it's basically samples…perfumes are expensive but…I get samples, I have a friend who works at Sephora um…yeah I forget which, I sprayed a lot of different ones." She giggled, sitting up a little straighter.

My eyes gently, briefly glanced at her breasts that bounced. I cleared my throat and dragged my gaze to her warm, deep eyes. "Your voice is beautiful, do you sing for a living?"

She was flustered at the compliment, aside she didn't know she was amazing. "I sometimes sing. Like once a month, it's a cover band called Rapture, we always cover Blondie or Anita Lane usually, sometimes others."

I don't know who Anita Lane is but I'm a little familiar with Blondie, I like what I've heard. Seems like my little fawn is a nostalgic girl, which is very sexy.

"What do you do when you don't sing like an angel?" Our shakes arrived and I thanked the waiter.

She did too before wrapping those cocksucking lips around the straw, unintentionally so distracting. "My keyboardist, Kyle, he does indie films, they're very artsy, he likes to film me…and he likes me to perform at his art shows too." She ended in a gossamer, shy tone.

I was enthralled, she's an intriguing nymph of a girl, it would make sense someone would capture her beauty and present it as exactly what she is, art.

Time was irrelevant with her, I don't remember her eating my fries but I do remember the moment when my heart decided it was hers.

It was nearly six in the morning when we left the diner. She was rubbing her smokey eyes adorably like a sleepy toddler. I carried her into my car and she tiredly gave me the address to where she lives.

I watched the sun rise on her face until we were at an apartment building in koreatown. I carried her to the fifth floor, she fumbled with her keys and opened the door. With the prettiest sleepy, doe eyes, gorgeously smudged with makeup, she said goodnight Timmy…I didn't see her for a year.

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Madison's POV

I called Kyle Kimberley a liar and closed the door in his face when he told me Amazon wanted to pick up his movie.

We've known each other since special Ed math, at Venice High school. He's the only friend from high school I still had, and I'm very glad. He's always been there for me and has never been toxic.

For as long as I can remember he's had a fascination with film and nostalgia. He likes how they used to do it and looks up to David lynch, Neil Jordan, Joe Schumacher…

He even uses the same camera as Lost Boys and the company of wolves.

He looks like a mix of 80s Kyle Maclachlan and Cole Sprouse. Everything he wears and owns is from a thrift store and he smells like clove cigarettes and Aramis.

Sea, Swallow Me, was the film they picked up. It's about a runaway trans teenage girl from Paris, Texas. She named herself Holli Daryl, after Holli Would in Cool world, and Daryl Hannah. The movie starts out at dusk, her parents come home to find the movie Splash playing, a note on pink paper written in violet crayon with Lisa Frank stickers detailing how Holli (her dead name, Connor) made sure their neighbors The Weiss's were watching their Doberman, Billy so he wouldn't witness her becoming a mermaid. They found her drowning herself in the pool, the movie volume on high. They then committed Holli to a mental hospital. After one week at Esperanza Valley Mental Hospital, fifteen year old Holli meets psychologist Dr. Lewis Reed, they have an affair and she loses her virginity to him, he gets her hormones and despite her being too young, he gets his surgeon friend to give her sex reassignment surgery. A year at Esperanza Valley, Dr. Reed's wife, Amanda, shows up, she finds out about her husband's affair. She shoots him in the head and then shoots herself.

Holli is devastated and runs away, Dr. Reed was the only one who protected her from the abuse at the hospital and the main security was always trying to sexually assault her. She hitchhiked, on her way to Los Angeles. In Tucson, at a truck stop at two in the morning, she comes across a handsome, 27 year old drifter named Axel, who's played by my ex boyfriend, Fallon Robbins, and lead singer of our cover band.

They fall in love right away, before having sex, Holli tells Axel that she's trans and he tells her he doesn't care. The movie surrounds their toxic, obsessive love, Holli doesn't shy away from Axel's possessiveness because she's never felt love.

Kyle paid a lot of money to have the Cocteau twins play music for the soundtrack.

He had one viewing at an AMC in Inglewood, someone saw it and he got a call.

The big Hollywood premiere is a week after Coachella, it's incredible. I feel surreal, couldn't believe this was happening to Kyle and that they want interviews with me. Designers have been sending me clothes, I couldn't believe it. Kyle bought a suite at Hotel Marmont like the classics he said.

The cast and crew of Kyle's film were given tickets to Coachella from Amazon, like a promotion.

Coachella never was our thing, we liked mainly music before the 21st century. But it'll be fun, I'm sure of it. There were all expenses paid for staying at the Paloma Resort, which gave me a Palm Springs feel.

Everything has-been so wonderful, everyone so kind. But when I checked into my room I collapsed onto the bed feeling empty.

A feeling I haven't been able to rid myself of since I met Timothee.

I ended up finding out he's a very famous actor. I don't watch too many new things so I was a little clueless. But now I know and I have seen some of his projects, I am impressed, I am bewitched and melancholy.

I miss the man I met once who smelled like weed and laundry detergent, who bought me milkshakes and shared his fries. Anytime I go to Mel's I now sit at that seat.

The morning after I left I lost my phone, I must have left it at the diner in the bathroom.

I feel so stupid crying right now, on one of the best days of my life.

Kyle knocked on the door. "Madi, get dressed, we're heading over soon."

Sniffling, I wiped my eyes. "Okay!"

I got up and took off my Edward Scissorhands t-shirt, I stripped out of my split denim shorts and black Vans hi-tops. I reapplied my strawberry and vanilla deodorant. I turned on my Spotify and Love my Way flooded the room. I washed my face with aloe vera cleanser and slapped on a tony moly sheet mask. I washed my vagina always making sure to take extra care, I was careful about what I put in and on my body, so many things could go wrong with my situation. I brushed my teeth and finished prepping, I left my hair in its natural , bleached, ringlets, adding some curl cream and mousse and gel, doing a slight wet look. I recreated Rose McGowans '98 MTV awards dress, chain link, chain mail, dress that left nothing to the imagination. It's Coachella and you gotta dress risqué.

I'm a little curvy and like any human have a million and one insecurities, but at the same time I have this weird, perverse compulsion to expose my thick thighs, ample backside, and soft stomach. I was proud of my breasts, though, they turned out perfect and they're the only thing on my body that doesn't make me cringe. I zippledup my patent vegan leather, grommet stiletto boots with the Patrick charm, adding some accessories, I decided to wear a lot of eyeliner, black glittery eyes, and deep red lips. I sprayed on Persian rose by Pacifica and grabbed my star-shaped sunglasses and velvet rat-shaped purse.

Kyle and I headed to the festival together, he looked fabulous in silver faux leather overall shorts, and silver docs, black eyeshadow, black eyeliner, lip gloss, and black curtains of hair falling in his face.

"This entire year has felt like dementia…" he then grinned at me. "But in a good way."

"In the best way, you've worked so hard Kyle, this is all you. I'm so proud of you." I exclaimed.

"Oh please, you gorgeous girl, your looks and uncanny talent of penetrating the audience with your skills got me here, you're like the black Pam Anderson with the talent of Isabella Rosselini!"

"You're dramatic, and Pamela is very skinny remember?"

"You're right her body is nowhere near as great as yours, very Kim Petras."

I laughed and rolled my eyes. Kyle does not allow me to trash myself, I'm very lucky to have him.

"Okay stop talking in celebrity, it's very Gilmore Girls."

It was a little difficult but we found the Empire Polo club where the festival takes place. Everyone looked amazing like they were going to a rave in a fairy realm, there was a lot of energy.

"I am counting the moments to where I'll be beautifully Byroned. " Kyle said as he headed to VIP parking.

"So fucked up?" I giggled.

"Mmm" he responded with a secret smile. "Let's go." He grabbed his fanny pack and we both got out of his white Jeep Gladiator.

He held my hand and we walked together, phones were out and people were calling our names. I kept my head down, it was surreal, it was wild. I was nobody and now I'm the indie, trans actress from an American art film.

I saw no reason to keep being trans a secret, I'm proud of who I am and my journey, I never desired fame. This was all sudden and while I'm used to being on stage and small clubs, crowds like this made my anxiety spike. Kyle rubbed my back to calm me down as he smiled and said hello.

I wanted to say hi and be nice to all these people being so kind and supportive of me, but it's hard to deal with that much attention at once. I need to gather myself. I felt guilty.

Once in, I took deep breaths relaxing a little. Kyle rubbed my arm. "Babes, you wait right here, I'll be right back, I'm going to get us tacos and cerveza, okay? You alright now?"

I nodded with a smile. He smiled back and kissed my head before heading to the food trucks.

I didn't want to immediately go to VIP, Kyle and I discussed that we didn't want to be closed off to people. God, it's so weird that we have to think about that. Last year, we were broke with 3 different jobs in our Koreatown apartment, spending too many nights at the Viper Room, the whiskey, the rainbow, Barneys…we were poor skater kids who went to Venice High School. Now look at us.

I drank some water I brought with me, sipping and feeling a lot better and looked around.

"Madison?"

My heart stopped, hearing the voice that has plagued my dreams every night. I turned around to see Timothée.

Timothée's POV

I couldn't wait for Coachella, I needed a serious distraction. My friends didn't understand how one girl could have such an effect on my everyday life.

But she was always the only thing, she invoked the passion in my acting, the anger of her not returning my texts and calls, the sadness of losing something someone that could have been, the uncontrollable lust to fuck her so hard she can never walk away from me again, and the pure and utter joy I get tickling in my intestines whenever I think of how her eyes lit up when I got her that strawberry milkshake. When I kissed when I made love on screen, it was her I was touching, it was her tongue I was sucking, it was her body I was slamming against the wall.

Seeing her buxom figure lazily contained in dripping chains, no effort to disguise any bit of delicious, fawn-colored flesh, just a flimsy, French cut black thong, but sizable, round, Hazel colored nipples bounced on display. Her body is soft and lusty, its statuesque and stacked. Her ass is thick, ample, and bouncy, a quarter would certainly bounce off of it with no trouble.

I desired nothing more than to have my head crushed by her luscious thighs. I swallowed as my eyes traveled up her comely form to the ideal face, heart shaped with a wide jaw, hugely plump lips painted in an obscene dessert shade of candied-strawberry red, I wanted to eat them on a plate, cover them and sugar and devour them slowly. Her wide, dark eyes were even bigger due to the smoky paint around them. Her white-gold ringlets bounced in perfect layers around her doll-like face, tickling her shoulders.

She's so little, probably around 5'2 without the stiletto boots that made her legs look long.

I nearly fell to my knees like I was in her cult to worship her at her altar.

I wanted to be angry, to demand a fucking explanation for ghosting me. But she looked so damn happy at the sight of me, her eyes lit up again, her honey skin glistening like gold in the California sun, and maybe it made me an idiot but, I slid over to her.

I caressed my hand up her neck, my other gently claimed her soft hip. If this all goes awry, I'll blame the copious amount of weed I smoked and how soft her silky beige skin feels beneath my fingers, how fucking unfairly good she smells- what is that? Roses? One million and one? I was a goner. Stupidly I focused on her pillowy, blood colored mouth as I just rubbed them with mine, I just had to feel them just a feel…not a kiss…but I broke that promise when she sighed so softly and gossamer, pressing her mouth against mine with starvation.

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