𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊.

edith sun. 62. owner of infamy.

[emmaharwoods]

MICHELLE YEOH — at the 2023 MET Gala (May 1, 2023)

[femalestunning]

MICHELLE YEOH Portrait at the 2024 Golden Globe Awards by Adrienne Raquel

[fcntasize]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ EVERYTHING BELOW THIS POST IS ARCHIVED ! ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

[rpmememaker]

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[sntslunas]

The last thing Adrian would want is to cause a scene ⸻ he knows the importance of appearances in this kingdom she ruled over, this world of betrayals. He would never want Margot to lose one grain of respect because of him. But the man seemed to twist a knife in Adria's heart with his mere presence ⸻ mocking Adrian's place beside Margot by flirting with her. And his wife, bless her heart, was none the wiser. Adrian loved her, but he wished she could notice sooner when men were crossing the boundaries. This Jon wanted to be much more than coworkers. He smiles with clenched teeth, pulling her closer to him.

"Jon, eh? You never told me about him." Useless prick. He isn't one to think so ill of people ⸻ especially a man he is sure has done nothing wrong, in the grand scheme of things. But flirting with his wife is a mortal offense in his eyes. Heresy. This was his Goddess, and only he can worship her. His fingers dig in the soft skin of her hips, uncaring for the man's abrupt leave.

"Good riddance, asshole," he whispers, lips once more finding her neck as he presses gentle kisses to her warm skin, nose nuzzling the path of her jawline. Adrian doesn't know what gotten into him ⸻ he is not one for claiming gestures. But here he is, wanting nothing more than to sink his teeth into her, rut against her until everyone knows she belongs to him. "He wanted to fuck you," he says, a hint of anger in his tone.

[fcntasize]

It was rare for Adrian to behave in such a way — jealous, possessive… rude. In fact, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen him in that state. Friendliness had always been his forte — for as long as she knew her husband, he’d never been someone who sought out confrontation like a hunter in search of its prey. However tonight was different, and to say it caught her off guard would be an understatement.

Everyone who knew the couple were well aware of how madly besotted they were with each other — their love was intoxicating, reminiscent of some of the greatest love stories of all time. They could never get enough of each other, unafraid to flaunt their pure happiness to those around them, much to the annoyance of their friends and family who were simply sick of having to witness the love fest day after day.

He wanted to fuck you. The statement seemed utterly outrageous to her, provoking her to furrow her brows, unable to prevent a scoff to escape her lips. “Don’t be ridiculous. He’s just being nice!” Despite giving her colleague the benefit of the doubt and seeing his interactions with her as innocent, she had to take a moment in an attempt to analyse all recent encounters with the man. Perhaps Jon did have a desire for her, but she had clearly missed it; a fact that made her feel a little guilty for displaying such naivety. After all, she only had eyes for her husband — flirtation from anyone else simply didn’t register in her mind it seemed.

“And even if he did, he never will.” The brunette stated firmly as she tilted her head slightly to catch her husband’s gaze. “Don’t waste your energy on him. It doesn’t matter.” She grabbed hold of his hand, interlacing their fingers together before pressing a kiss against the skin. “I’m yours. Body and soul.”

[resourcesofaqueen]

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[leneemusing]

EMOTIONALLY CHARGED SENTENCES STARTERS

❝  i need you.  don’t you get that?  ❞

❝  i’m right here.  i’m always here right in front of you but you never see me!  ❞

❝  you’re my person.  ❞

❝  no,  i don’t wanna have to talk to anyone else right now.  i just want you.  ❞

❝  i know you’re busy and i don’t want to bother you i just—  can i just sit here with you while you work?  ❞

❝  are we okay?  ❞

❝  honestly,  i’m always there.  in my head.  the scars on my body might’ve healed but i never really walked away from it.  ❞

❝  do you want me to make the others leave?  or we could go,  get some fresh air.   ❞

❝  look i’m not coddling you,  i’m just trying to help.  i wanna take care of you cause i,  you know— care about you.  ❞

❝  alright,  here’s your coffee.  are you ready to talk or should i find something to ramble about for a few minutes?  ❞

❝  eventually,  you just gotta learn to let go of the past.  it’s always gonna hurt,  but you can choose when to start focusing on something other than the pain.  ❞

❝  hey,  just breathe.  look at me— look at me.  in and out.  breathe with me okay?  ❞

❝  keep your eyes on me—  just focus on me.  we’re gonna be okay.  ❞

❝  no,  i’m not okay.  nothing is okay.  it never is.  but that’s just how i function most days.  so i’ll be fine.  ❞

❝  i’m not gonna pretend anymore.  i’m still fucked up from it all and i don’t know when it gets better.  ❞

❝  if you keep waiting until you’re done ‘working on yourself’ before you let yourself be with the person you love,  you’re never gonna be with them.  and they’ll find someone else who is brave enough to give them a chance to love them exactly how they already are.  ❞

❝  why do you stick around?  what is it you think you see in me?  ❞

❝  not everything needs an explanation.  i care about you.  i don’t have to sit here and figure out why.  i just do.  so maybe you should try just accepting it too.  ❞

❝  i don’t need your permission to fall in love with you.  you don’t gotta love me back,  but it isn’t gonna stop me from being here when you need someone.  ❞

❝  you love me too much.  i know how that sounds but—  fucking hell.  you shouldn’t care that much about someone like me.  ❞

❝  i don’t care if loving you hurts me.  the world already has enough pain to dole out for no reason,  at least i’ll have gotten these scars from something beautiful.  ❞

❝  if people can hate for no reason,  than i can love for no reason too.  ❞

❝  one day you’re gonna need me and i’m not gonna be there to fix it.  ❞

❝  no,  i can’t fix everything for you this time.  it’s your mess.  clean it up.  ❞

❝  i dunno who taught you that love comes with conditions and limitations,  but mine doesn’t.  not when it’s you.  ❞

❝  i don’t know how to ask for help i just— i’ve never had anyone to ask for help from before.  so…this is me trying i guess.  i need it and i’m afraid to ask for it.  that’s the best i can do.  ❞

[fcntasize]

OPEN STARTER » for cityofruinrp members, capping at 5.

LOCATION » downtown port leiry.

On her days off, Margot enjoyed a morning walk — it was the perfect way to let off some steam and rid herself of any stresses that work brought her way. It was a remedy that came second to being in the presence of her husband, and considering her husband was preoccupied with his job on that particular day, the woman was more than happy to opt for a dose of fresh air.

Strolling down the streets of Port Leiry at a steady pace, she took in the sights and sounds of the town, dark hues taking notice of those closest in her vicinity going about their day, her mind losing itself as she began to absent-mindedly make up backstories for each stranger… all until she felt something crash into her with all its weight, almost knocking her to the ground.

It took her a few seconds to realise the very thing that clashed against her was a large dog, its lead trailing behind as if it’d just escaped its owner’s grasp.

Being a dog owner herself, her biggest concern was reuniting the furry friend with its person. Quickly, she grabbed hold of the leash before looking around for anyone who seemed as though they were missing a dog. “Excuse me…” The woman called out to the person nearest to her. “Does this one belong to you by any chance?”

[fengforhire]

location: the feng-luna household (not love shack pls) time: dinner time, some night pre-masquerade who: @bewiitcheds

The still-healing bruise on her cheek throbbed as Jac jogged up the familiar steps of the house where she'd been raised. She had been dodging stopping by since she'd been attacked by the hunter, mostly because she hadn't been sure how to explain any of it. And admitting that she had gotten attacked by a hunter would have led to other questions on how she protected herself and... well none of it mattered now since her mother said that she couldn't skip tonight.

Jac slowly unlocked the front door and walked through the foyer. She slipped off her shoes in the entryway and hung up her jacket on the coathook and made her way towards the dining room. "Mom?" she called out. It was quiet and Jac furrowed her brow. Usually her siblings were much more raucous.

She got her answer when she turned the corner and saw that the room was empty save for her mother. Swallowing hard, she tried not to touch her face as she sat down at the seat that was set for her. "Umm... is it just us tonight?"

[fcntasize]

Friday night family dinners were sacred within the Feng-Luna household — it was a tradition that had begun way back during her childhood in Shanghai and had become such an important part of her life that she insisted on continuing the tradition when starting her own family. Sure, there were times in her children’s’ developments where the weekly ritual was seen as lame or annoying, especially during the teenage years when the kids would’ve much preferred to be out galavanting around town with their friends. Still, the matriarch remained firm on her stance, insisting on the importance of designating time for family bonding, and since the Feng children had reached well into adulthood, she hoped they had begun to see the importance of the gatherings to the same standard she did.

While tonight’s dinner hadn’t turned out to reach Margot’s satisfaction, with four out of her six children having to pull out last minute due to working late and prior arrangements, she didn’t see the need to cancel it altogether — something that she’d only done once in the past, which was understandably due to going into labor with her youngest earlier than expected.

A mere twenty minutes before Jac’s arrival, Adrian was called into work to deal with a mishap, leaving her to begin the dinner without him. Not that it was a problem — she was their mother, but at times, there seemed to be an awkwardness that lingered in the air between the mother and daughter.

Of course, Margot was a loving mother — she would do absolutely anything for her children, but she’d always been strict with her kids, especially when the coven and their educations were concerned. All she wanted was the best for them, perhaps she was too tough on them at times, she would admit that, but it all came from a good place… paired with her upbringing with her own parents. After all, that was what was ingrained within her.

Upon hearing her daughter’s voice, the dark haired witch added the last finishing touches to the batch of dumplings that sat in front of her on the counter, taking a moment to wash her hands before she headed out into the dining room. “For now, at least. Adrian had to go into work — something to do with a minor incident. Danielle is running late, but the others are caught up with work..” She announced, a firm smile tugging at her lips. “So, yes, for now it’ll just be us… is that okay?”

Deep brown eyes flickering up to catch her daughter’s gaze, her brow immediately furrowing at the clear sight of bruising. “Jac… you are hurt! What happened to you?!” The woman insisted as she hurried towards her daughter, a hand reaching up to hold up the young woman’s chin as she assessed the injury meticulously, the feeling of intense worry creeping upon her within an instance. “Now don’t even try to lie to me… you’re certainly not the type to get into a fist fight with someone or anything of the sort. You’re hiding something.”

[sntslunas]

margot feng-luna, @bewiitcheds

the masquerade

He doesn't consider himself an overly possessive man ⸻ he is certainly not controlling, nor fragile enough to be upset when his wife has a life outside of him. He is often enough proud to show her off; she is stunning, breath-taking really. He loves having her in his arms, seeing her make rounds around the crowd, owning any room she is in. He brags about it. Yet, he is only human and when the man moves even closer to his wife, Adrian can't help but shift on his seat, anger building in the pit of his spine. He doesn't know who Margot is talking to, can't see through the mask ⸻ but he knows the man is aware of who he is speaking too. He knows the woman he is trying to impress with such peacock ways is married. What a dickhead.

He tries his best to be polite, not cause a scene. He trusts her undoubtedly ⸻ knows she would never lead anyone on like that. But the man's touching her arm, friendly to anyone but Adrian, sets him off ⸻ he is by Margot's side in a flash, arm settling on her waist, pulling her flush against him. His lips press to the soft skin of her neck, nose nuzzling a trail up to the back of her ear. He looks at the man, then, smiling a poisonous smile. "My love," his voice is smug, veiled in anger, his smile too sharp. "Won't you introduce me to your friend?"

[fcntasize]

The night had only just begun, but so far there had been no hiccups — something that seemed to be a rarity for Port Leiry, and considering the recent disturbance within her community, Margot welcomed the peace. All she wanted was to be able to enjoy the evening with her husband on her arm without a spike to her blood pressure or to be plagued with intense worry for those closest to her. Still, the night was young… who knew what was in store.

Swiftly, Adrian appeared by her side, hands gripped onto her waist and lips against her neck as she conversed with a colleague — a man a few months her junior who’d worked at the hospital just as long as she had… they’d always got along like a house on fire, a work bond that was purely platonic and professional, for Margot at least.

“Oh, forgive me, darling. This is Jon. We work together.” She replied sweetly, flashing her husband a smile, although, she noted the displeased look that lurked under his painfully fake smile.

It was clear that Jon picked up on the energy given off from the pther man, causing him to shift in his seat, the smirk that had previously sat upon his features morphing into a scowl.

Completely unsure of what was going on, the woman let out an uncomfortable chuckle, her gaze flickering back to Adrian. “I can’t believe I haven’t introduced the two of you before—“ Her words were then abruptly cut off by her coworker getting up from his seat and leaving. A move that was incredibly unexpected, for her at the very least. For someone who was known to sniff out anything that was hidden from her, but in this particular scenario? She was utterly clueless.

“Oh. Okay…” She began as she watched him disappear into the bar. “I don’t know what his problem was. I’m sorry, my love. He’s usually very nice. Funny too.”

[fcntasize]

Name: Margot Feng-Luna.

Chinese name: Feng Mei-ling.

Occupation: Radiologist.

Age: 61.

Sexuality: Bisexual; although, this is a fact only known by her husband. She has never formally come out, nor does she feel the need to.

Species: Witch.

Coven: Feng-Lindon.

Element: Earth.

Hometown: Shanghai, China.

Relationship Status: Married to Adrian Luna.

Children: Six; Danielle Feng (second born), Jacqueline Feng (fourth born), Sofia Luna (youngest child), 3 unnamed children.

Languages: Mandarin, Cantonese, English, Spanish, French.

Personality Traits: aloof, disciplined, meticulous, stern, loyal.

born with the kind of beauty that people went to war for, margot was the apple of her father’s eye. the eldest of three children, she was put on a pedestal throughout the entirety of her upbringing, but to keep that spot required a lot of work — it took blood, sweat and tears to maintain on top. her parents demanded excellence, whether it came to her education or climbing up the ladder within the feng coven — originated in shanghai by her great great grandmother.

after finishing secondary school, margot moved from china to the united states to make her own way into the world, despite the dismay of her family.

working in the medical field had always been her goal career wise, and while she had hopes of becoming a doctor one day, she ended up deciding on radiology — a field she was immediately drawn to and felt most passionate about.

getting pregnant at 20 wasn’t in her plan, but she wouldn’t change it for the world. of course, with a surprise pregnancy came the disapproval from her elders about getting married out of wedlock, which was why she married her now ex husband while only three months pregnant.

now at the age of 61, margot has since divorced the father of her children and remarried twelve years ago to the love of her life, adrian luna. he stepped up to be the father that her children deserved and she has never been happier.

more tba at a later time.

[devilsvenom]

where: masquerade ball open to: all attending

Annalise wasn't going to let recent events stop her from attending something like this, especially in a town like Port Leiry. It was bound to be juicy, to say the very least. So, she donned an outfit that was as white tie as Lis would get, with a mask that was her personal favourite and walked in with head held high, on her own. She had at least been smart enough after recent events to dose up on verbena, and keep herself as protected as she could.

"Very small town trying to be old fashioned, don't you think? Still, it'll make for an interesting night I'm sure. Drink?" Lis offered, motioning to the bar as she stepped forward to grab herself something.

[fcntasize]

Adorned in a white gown reminiscent of what she wore on her wedding day, Margot took time to mingle with fellow party guests as she made her way towards the bar — trying not to be too obvious about the fact she was in desperate need of a glass of wine. After the week she’d had, it was dire.

Having said a fellow hellos and exchanges of pleasantries with people she considered worthy enough of her time, a nearby voice captured the dark haired woman’s attention, causing her to turn her head slightly to lay eyes upon a young blonde. “Oh, absolutely. You can never tell with this place — something interesting is always bound to happen.” She chuckled, rose stained lips curving into a smile at the offer. “Red wine, please. I just can’t get through these things sober.”

[sntslunas]

He knows the stress placed upon his wife's shoulders must feel like Sisyphus's boulder, Atlas's universe. He is unquestionably proud of Jac, despite the strain it causes on the family dynamic he has always been careful not to disturb ⸻ that's his baby girl, the light of his eyes. He wants her to be as powerful as her mother, just as respected, shine brighter than the sun.

But he is well aware of the dangers it presents, with the recent attacks worrying him out of his mind. His family was in the eye of the hurricane, and he couldn't do shit to protect them.

He knows his wife must be under a lot pressure, so he wishes to make something special for her tonight ⸻ freshly baked dinner, a huge bouquet of flowers, wine and scented candles. It took him longer than expected to gather it all, but when he finally enters his house, he can't help smiling as he throws his jacket in the closet. "That's me, my love. Sorry, the store ran late tonight. "

If possible, he beams even more when he catches a glimpse of the smile she saves only for him. He is a lucky man ⸻ to be chosen and loved by her. He vows to cherish and worship her every day for as long as she allows him to. It's why he presents her with the bouquet, assembled by him from his personal garden. "Flowers for my flower," he jokes, approaching her for a kiss.

He desires for more, of course he does, when it comes to her. But he controls himself, nodding. "I hope you are hungry, love."

[fcntasize]

The moment her gaze landed upon Adrian, she couldn’t help the beam that settled against her features. “Oh my love, you’re such a sweet talker.” The woman purred, her smile briefly morphing into a smirk as she leaned in to press a soft yet needy kiss against his lips before accepting the bouquet into her grasp. She couldn’t help herself when in the same vicinity as her husband, he truly brought out the very best in her. It was instantaneous. “They’re gorgeous! You truly outdo yourself every single time. Thank you, baby. I love them… I love you.”

“I’m absolutely starving.” She confirmed before she took a moment to steal another kiss. “Are you cooking? Or… are we talking about a different type of hungry? Either way, I’m easy.” Her words were followed by a playful quirk of her brow and a bite of her bottom lip. “I was just about to pour myself a scotch. Care to partake?”

[fcntasize]

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐆-𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀; masquerade ball, 2024.

[fcntasize]

⠀« CLOSED » for @sntslunas !

LOCATION — the feng-luna love shack.

On top of the usual work stresses, Margot’s blood pressure had truly been put to the test amidst the insanity that the witches attack caused amongst Port Leiry’s covens, along with the recent revelation amongst the townspeople about Jac’s powers. Truly, it had been a nightmare of a week.

Being the head of the Feng-Lindon coven, the brunt of it was up to her to deal with — it was nothing she hadn’t experienced in the past, but that didn’t lessen the tension it brought, not only to her and her coven, but the rest of the community.

The moment the dark haired woman returned home, a sigh of relief escaped her lips — ready to kick back and relax after such a gruelling day. Her husband was her remedy for times like that; he just had a way about him that a simple touch from him was capable of ridding her of any worry in the world.

Stepping out of the master bedroom and closing the door behind her, Margot pulled her baggy black sweatshirt over her head, the sound of keys jiggling in the door captured her attention — a signal that her husband (unless any of her children decided to make a surprise visit) had returned.

“Is that you, my darling?” She called out, her voice sounding almost melodic as she turned the corner into the living room, her eyes landing on her husband, her lips curving into a bright smile — the kind only he was able to provoke. “I was just wondering when you’d get home! I’ve been missing you all day.”

[aviel-gillinski]

LOCATION: Portside Flea Market STATUS: Open

"I long for the olden days of flea markets, when every stall wasn't selling 'vintage wares' at a huge uptick because that ripped up Coca Cola ringer tee is from 1998." Avi's ringed fingers thumb through a few old jackets. "...But they really did make lovely blazers back then, didn't they?" With a flourish, a chocolate brown corduroy blazer is tugged out and held against his chest. "Do I dare? Oh wait, there's another one- we could match."

[fcntasize]

Coffee in hand, Margot’s dark eyes gave the rack of clothes once over as she listened to the other, his words provoking a soft laugh to escape blush painted lips. “You’ve got that right. If only I hadn’t thrown out all of my old clothes, I could’ve made a fortune.” With a shru, her gaze darted up to Aviel, an amused smile gracing her features. “I think it’ll look great on you. As for me, I don’t know….” In actual fact, she didn’t completely hate the jacket, she knew it wasn’t her usual style, but of course, she was more than happy to entertain it for her friend. “Although, I don’t know how my husband would feel about me matching with another man.” She quipped with a chuckle, holding the garment against her chest, her gaze catching her reflection in the mirror. “Not bad, but I definitely think it suits you better.”

[wildspringday]

michelle yeoh via britishvogue