Statistically, Cabo Verde wasnât supposed to be here.
And yet⊠here they are.
The World Cup always gives us one story weâll never forget. đšđ»âœ
Somewhere in Cabo Verde, kids who never thought theyâd see their flag in a World Cup knockout match are getting ready to watch their country face Argentina.
Now an entire nation gets to dream for 90 more minutes.
Happy Halloween!! Can you guess who's cosplaying as who?đ
I wasn't able to draw much last halloween so this time around I wanted to do something more fun. I decided to make them dress as some other male yandere characters I enjoy, I hope you guys will like it too!
I guess, Dana would want to have control over something, and in this situation, when he is already madly in his obsession with Lady Darling (even if he is not aware), sex is one of the things he can control. Like, he can't control anything else. What she wears, how she speaks, to whom she speaks, with who she meets. He can nag her about this, but cannot change it (idea: convince Darling to wear something of his to a public place like a gala). But her purity IS one of those things he can hold hostage, just to feel in control. Would Darling care??? We don't knowwwww. But I think Dana doessss hahha
Yes! That's exactly the case! Dana might inherently not have much power over you, but that won't stop him from slowly but surely taking control over certain aspects of your life
There's no better way of saying this but Dana IS horny for you which was something that caused a lot of disgust in him at first, he didn't want to desire you in such way. But dressing you slowly turned into an opportunity for him to run his hands over you, bathing you turned into an opportunity for him to see you in a state no one else had seen you in and watching you eat turned into an opportunity for him to watch your beautiful lips.
He really didn't want it to be like this, the first time he got a boner while dressing you because his fingers lightly touched your breasts he had to go to the nearest bathroom and throw up because his mind couldn't process what just happened. Thank god his skirt hid it well... oh no he's feeling sick again.
After you found out about him and (if you decided to keep him around) he starts to force himself onto you more shamelessly. He starts to grope you while helping you dress, running his hand between your thighs while bathing you and forcefully feeding you mouth to mouth.
This is a tool of control for him. He might not be able to kill you but he can corrupt you, pull you down to his level, force the oh so virtuous lady of the mansion to couple with him like a dog in heat. He thinks he has that sort of right over you, because in his eyes the least you can do for him is to accept that sick affection.
He doesn't care too much about getting caught, the worst that could happen is being fired but now that he got his hands on you he'll find a way back. Also you'd probably come out more damaged if you two were caught, "daughter of the duke was doing the deed with her maid" can you imagine what the other nobles would think of you? If they heard you "fancied women" your dad could never find an eligible husband for you right? At the end who would think that the maid with such fair face was actually a man all along.
That was the day I met Dana, a maid with commoner blood.
It wasnât common for maids from lowly backgrounds to work directly for me, but apparently she started working in the estate years ago and slowly rose up in the ranks thanks to her diligence and determined personality.
Dana was nice, she would always pay attention to my needs and work extra for my comfort. Personally delivering all my meals, helping me dress up and preparing my bath all by herself, staying by my side until I fall asleepâŠ
âI really appreciate you DanaâŠâ I say sleepily, my body engulfed in the soft blanket Dana prepared for me as she sits by my side.
âYou do my lady?â, I nod.
âI donât have many people Iâm close with, but youâve been so nice to me for the past 3 monthsâŠâ
âIâm your handmaid, my lady. That much is to be expected.â
âBut youâre so much more attentive than any of my other maids. It has barely been 3 months but I donât know what I would do without youâŠâ
ââŠIâm glad to hear that my lady.â She stops for a second as if to think. âDonât worry I will always be by your sideâŠâ Dana answers me gently. My tired eyes fail to read her face in the dimly moonlit room, but I go to sleep with a smile on my face, imagining her doing the same.
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I look down at her, watching her slowly breathe in and out with that foolishly innocent expression on her face. The suffocating uniform I had to wear to hide my adamâs apple and chest is unbuttoned to let me breathe. A sharp knife shines in my hand, reflecting the moonlight decorating her fancy room.
516 times. Iâve tried to kill this woman exactly 516 times. I raise my knife. âThis time I will do itâ I think to myself. You shift in your sleep, probably deep in your happy dreams. You donât sense anything, unaware of the danger I hold.
âI will do it⊠I willâŠâ I repeat in my head yet my hand wonât stop shaking.
âDamn itâŠâ
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âShe has so many openings, does she have no survival instinct? It feels like she could die if she fell down tad too hardâ I think to myself as I pick up her dinner. A small bottle of poison Iâve failed to use so far and my knife are tucked deep in my apron. There are a few servants around chatting but no one seems to suspect anything from the ladyâs personal handmaid.
âHey did you see what Lady y/n was wearing today? Haha is she trying to catch someoneâs attention going out like that?â
âRight? If she bent down a bit we could even see her cleavage!â
Huh?
Those two⊠are they new recruits? I did hear that despicable man hired a new batch. What do they think they are doing spouting such nonsense?
âShe already looks so naive, I bet she wouldnât be able to do anything if I just cornered her right?â
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âDana, did you get some of the tomato sauce on your sleeve?â you ask innocently, happily enjoying your lavish dinner.
âIt seems so my lady. I will clean it tonight donât worry.â I quickly answer with my usual smile.
âHaha donât tell me you wanted to try some! You couldâve just asked me, here.â
âI-I couldnât possibly my lady-â
âMy arm will get tired if you donât take it~â
I sigh and lean down to eat the bite you so graciously offered, it doesnât have poison anywayâŠ
It truly is delicious, enough to drive a commoner to tears, but this quality is just the norm for you.
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I once again stand above you. âThis time⊠this time for sureâŠâ repeats in my head as I raise my knife. This is the 520th attempt.
You sleep peacefully under me as I clench my teeth, my hand refusing to go down.
Itâs always the same thing. I stay by your side until you fall asleep, I get up and raise my knife, I watch you sleep without a worry in the world and go back to my room after another failure.
I sigh and prepare to get up, Iâve despised you for longer than you know for making me feel this way.
âDanaâŠ?â
â!?â Youâre awake? Why are you awake!? You never wake up at this hour!
âŠWhat are you looking at?
My eyes follow your gaze and land on the knife Iâm holding up.
âW-what are you doing Dana!? N-no someone help-!â
My free hand quickly covers your mouth as I whisper yell âBe quiet!â. You continue flailing your arms and legs, trying to push me off. Since my other hand is still up I canât hold you down properly.
âStop fighting me! You donât have the right to-!â
You manage to push my hand off your mouth but your nails catch my open collar, accidentally ripping a button. For a second your eyes widen and before I can register whatâs going on you grab my clothes.
â!!â
In a moment of panic I throw the knife and pull away to cover myself.
âD-Donât look!â
If you do theyâll take you away from me.
âY-you are a man?â You ask while sitting up, clearly on guard but you make no motion to run away. Maybe seeing my panicked state made you feel less scared.
I donât answer and just stare at you. I wonder what my expression looks like? My panic and anger must reflect on my eyes as I cover my chest. My knife⊠is at the other side of the room, tsk.
âB-But whyâŠ? A-and that knife⊠were you trying toâŠ? I⊠D-did I do something to offend youâŠ?â
Your voice is shaking as you ask questions after questions, tears slowly spilling out. Iâm sure you must feel so scared and betrayed. Good, thatâs what I wanted.
Yes, what I wantedâŠ
What I wanted?
Anger boils inside me. A part of me feels satisfied for making you experience such betrayal, but the other half feels anger. A privileged person like you who lives life without a single worry doesnât deserve to cry like a victim.
âStop crying!â I lunge forward to grab your neck and push you down. You look up to me, clearly scared but my hand doesnât squeeze your neck.
âYou donât know anything!â I bite my lip, wanting to scream but also not. I hate this, once again my body refuses to listen to me.
âYou donât know anything about me! You donât know what your family has done! You donât know what you have done to me!!â
My hand presses down harder.
âI already had nothing but you ruined me beyond repair!â I try to keep my voice low to not alert the other servants yet I canât prevent it from shaking as I let my anger out.
âYou donât know anythingâŠâ
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âDanaâ
A name unfit for a boy, and this disgustingly beautiful face that resembles hers were the only things that wench left behind with me.
I didnât know anything about her. All I knew was that she treated me like the girl she always wanted to give birth to and that I must never leave the wooden box she called âhomeâ.
She hated me, it was only obvious. Even when I was barely able to speak it wasnât hard to understand she actually wished for a girl. Although, maybe thanks to this face of mine, she enjoyed putting me in dresses and forcing me into the life she dreamed of.
âDana, mommy has to deal with some surprise visitors so stay in this closet and donât make a noise just like how I taught you before alright?â
Those were the last words she uttered before kissing my forehead and closing the rusty closet doors. Then it was arguing, screams, red and silence.
The fact that she used to work in your estate because she was in debt to your father, that she ran away pregnant without actually paying it back and was being hunted down were things I only got to know later in life.
It seems they were unaware she was even pregnant and didnât notice the child she so hurriedly tucked inside the old compact closet.
Such sad excuse of a life, at the end she wasnât able to accomplish anything. All she had was a son who believed she hated him and thus hated her back. A son who didnât even care about the effort she put into keeping him hidden and safe.
A son who returned to the estate she once escaped from.
It wasnât too hard to get registered as a maid with such face and height. My plan originally was to slowly go up in ranks until I reached that filthy man and stab his chest the same way his henchmen stabbed that wenchâs.
But then I met you.
The precious young lady of the estate, loved by all the workers and her parents. A lovely person who was sailing through life with no hardships, a being sure to be missed if lost.
I thought if I killed you the same way they killed that wench, that filthy man would experience so much pain he wouldnât be able to forget about it for an entire lifetime.
So I started working to be your handmaid instead, and you quickly inflicted another type of anger into me.
I hated that you were oblivious to the pain others felt, I hated that all you knew was comfort and love, I hated that you never experienced what a broken heart felt like.
I hated how you smiled at me like you couldnât do without me, I hated how your hair felt so soft in my hands as I brushed it, I hated how you happily ate the sweets I secretly took from the kitchen just so you could have some more, I hated how good you smelt right after I washed you, I hated how soft your skin felt against my fingertips as I helped you dress up-
âUGH!â
I gasp, sitting on the bathroom floor. Looking at the toilet seat filled with my insides and wiping my mouth with a shaky hand before flushing it down.
It wasnât supposed to be like thisâŠ
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You look up to me with shaky eyes, body barely moving.
âI-Iâm sorry-â
âDonât pity me! Iâm not someone who needs your pity!â
You flinch as I raise my voice. I feel so disgusted, my voice shaking with anger.
âAt least I still had control over myself when all I had was hate⊠At least I was somewhat ânormalââŠâ
My eyes never leave yours, your gaze only making me feel more agitated.
âI wasnât supposed to feel like this⊠why did you have to wake up nowâŠâ
A tear threatens to fall from my eye.
âIf only you just continued sleeping⊠then I couldâve continued staying next to you⊠I couldâve continued being good for youâŠâ
âDana Iâm sorry-â
âI said I donât want to hear it!â
I lower my head, not wanting to see the face youâre making.
Then an idea comes to my mind.
âAre you really sorry? Do you want to make up for it?â
I grab your face before you can answer.
â!?â
I slowly pull away to speak, your taste lingering in my lips.
âThen donât report what happened today and let me continue staying by your side.
I lean in closer and look into your eyes.
âThe only way you can atone for your sins is by accepting this twisted love of mineâ
ămarie claire x Light and Night CollaborationăEvanâs Photoshoot Highlights: Music of Candles
Candles will go out, roses will wither, eternity is nothing but a fabricated lie in fairy tales. But why do people still choose to believe in lies?
âHow can I keep my soul in me, so that it doesnât touch your soul?â â Rainer Maria Rilke
A rose blooms among thorns, igniting with a rich fragrance and ardency, and reaching the deepest secret. Your name has long been carved in my soul, in the evenings of the moon and the mornings of the flowers, little by little.
Together with Evan, start a romantic encounter about hormones.
ăSecret of the Ship in a Bottleă
âHello everyone, I am Evan. Today, the photoshoot with marie claire magazine was a new experience for me. Photography is a recording of a moment, and this photoshoot made me recall many moments in my memories.â
The moment we entered the break room, we saw Evan set down the tablet in his hand used to deal with work, stand up with a small smile, and greet us. From a toiling CEO to a leisurely interviewee, the change happened in this brief moment.
The same went for the photoshoot. Evan possesses a calm that is not inferior to a professional model and, on the set, he has a type of natural manner from beginning to end. In an effortless way, he accurately expresses the attitude that needs to be present. The interview with Evan was even more like a conversation with him. As he listens, Evan will precisely grasp the key words in the question and then express himself orderly and clearly after some thought. Just like the way he deals with matters, he will not deliberately display himself or lead and, instead, his words will naturally hold a suitable pace.
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