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[kaveakemi]

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[hameru-is-cool]

PMMM Magia Record Holy Quintet Transformations

[bechuman]

Acting like you’re the only one without blood on your hands

[lum1natrix]

Tremble little lion man, you’ll never settle any of your scores.

[shewhoworshipscarlin]

Dress by Chanel, 1925.

[egomadnesss-deactivated20190513]

                                            R A G E

              Can you feel it course through your still beating heart?

                                     Do you understand?

         That it isn’t going to go away any time soon?

                   Take the time to understand.

                                           Your pain isn’t going to go away any time soon.

[sanabakkouh]

[tackled]

[mcrkfischbach-archived-deactiva]

❝   It happened too fast, what happened in the past, is something I would constantly rehearse.    ❞

@childrenofstars

[childrenofstars-a]

Reika felt her eyes narrow. Anger threatening to spill, her hands clenched over the spot where she had been shot down.

“So you’re saying your perfect little plan didn’t go as intended? Oh, that’s just too bad. Didn’t expect some collateral, did you?” A snarl, eyes wide with fury as she slams her hand to her chest.

[egoruined-deactivated20240215]

“     it’s  strange  ,  you’re  a  bit  different  .  .  .     ”     /     @childrenofstars.     /     peek  -  a  -  boo  by  red  velvet  !!     /     lyrical  starter  call.

[childrenofstars-a]

“Different is a gentle way of putting it.” The nogitsune purrs, her hand perched near her chin. Reiko doubts the man knows who she is. Just that she was here to help with their end goal...

“Is anyone ever normal? What is normal?” 

[childrenofstars-a]

HEADCANON - REBIRTH

Reika was plunged into the mirror. Her body was changed to Damien’s appearance, as he had taken control before completely changing into what would become Dark.

For what felt like days, she was left alone in the void, trapped behind a layer of glass. She spent that time trying to get out.

Eventually, Actor Mark used a hole created unintentionally by Wilford’s meddling. 

He tried to convince Reika to chose a role in “his story”. Ultimately, she decided to take the role of villain. 

Reika despised Mark for what he did to her. For what he did to her best friend. She also felt betrayed by Damien, who Mark insisted was the one who orchestrated her murder.

This manipulation and anger was what blackened the DA’s heart, and she used her own power to rip out her human heart. 

Her body changed into a spirit’s, the form of a nogistune. Before Mark disappeared, she used the same hole to get out of the void.

Without a body, Reika, now Reiko, was forced to find one. With what time she had, she possessed a passerby, killed her, and used her body.

She would rely on the life force/blood of those she killed to stay on that plane of reality, following the legend that a kitsune must eat a thousand humans before becoming humans themselves.

Reiko’s end goal is to find Mark and kill him, and find Damien, and force him to feel the same pain she did. Even if that means manipulating him into thinking she still cares. Even if that means being on his side, just so she can eat his heart and become a human again.

[markiplitessepticeyes]

HERO OR VILLIAN?

[selfsaving]

AGGRESSION   //   SEXUAL  TENSION .

acts  that  could  be  aggressive   //   or  a  little  bit  sexy   //   or  both.                     send  a  symbol  from  your  muse  to  mine.  feel  free  to  combine  actions  or  add  specifics  even  when  it  doesn’t  ask  for  it   !     can  send  non - sexually  as  well.

THREATENING

🔪   //   put  a  knife  to  my  muse’s  throat .

🖐️   //   put  a  hand  around  my  muse’s  throat .

👕   //   slide  a  weapon  up  under  my  muse’s  shirt     (   can  specify   ) .

👔   //   grab  my  muse  by  the  collar   &   pull  them  closer .

🔒   //   lock  my  muse  in  a  room  alone  with  your  muse .

🗩   //   verbally  threaten  my  muse     (   please  specify   ) .

PINNING

🔙   //   push  my  muse  against  a  wall .

📌   //   pin  my  muse’s  wrists  above  their  head .

🔵   //   grab  my  muse  hard  enough  to  leave  a  bruise .

🔑   //   handcuff  my  muse .

➰   //   tie  my  muse  to  a  chair .

⭕   //   restrain  my  muse  with  an  item  of  clothing     (   please  specify   ) .

🚨   //   push  my  muse  to  the  ground   &   straddle  them .

📢   //   tell  my  muse   ‘  stop  squirming   !  ’ .

🔗   //   otherwise  restrain  my  muse     (   please  specify   ) .

LIGHTER

👀   //   grab  my  muse’s  jaw   &   direct  their  gaze  towards  yours .

⚡   //   tug  my  muse’s  hair .

⚠️   //   bite  my  muse     (   can  specify  where   ) .

😏   //   give  my  muse  a  hickey .

✂️   //   run  fingernails  over  my  muse’s  skin   &   scratch  them .

💦   //   cover  my  muse’s  mouth .

DARKER

💋   //   give  my  muse  a  kiss  that  draws  blood .

🗡️   //   cut  my  muse  with  a  knife     (   can  specify  where   ) .

💀   //   kidnap  my  muse .

😶   //   put  a  hand  over  my  muse’s  nose   &   mouth .

💥   //   tighten  something  around  my  muse’s  throat  that  restricts  their  blood - flow  /  oxygen  supply     (   please  specify   ) .

[childrenofstars-a]

@egoruined ;; from here

“Look at you. Mayor of a grand city. I don’t think I would ever get into politics. But you always had somethin’ smart to say to people growin’ up.” She didn’t mean smart in the sense of being an asshole kid, but more that he made good arguments, something she had to learn how to do as she grew up and realized she couldn’t use her fists to answer every insult. 

Her mind swam with images of him from when they were kids. The tiny fair-skinned boy with neat and tidy hair who tried his best to keep up with her as she ran. God above, she could say the same as what he had just cried. Her eyes never felt better than they did when gazing sweetly upon him.

“I was in town, so I figured I’d see how Mr. Mayor was doin’.” Reika looked him over and shook her head in disbelief.

“You grew on me, Damien. I thought I told ya last time to stop that.” Chuckling, she at last gave a tiny sigh, admitting the feeling present in her chest like fluttering butterflies.

“I missed you so.”

[art-and-things-of-beauty]

Alfred William Strutt (British, 1856-1924) - Do your worst, oil on canvas, 83,8 x 142,2 cm.