JINKX MONSOON

GET READY BECAUSE ITS MONSOON SEASON

[vionne-monsoon]

(Relatable)

ITS MONSOON SEASON B-

Hihihi!! I am Vionne, Self-proclaimed daughter of Jinkx monsoon :V (i was birthed from her trust!!!)

Other accounts are: @travelling-the-universes

(I NEED TO SEE HER ON RPDR AGAIN IDC IF SHES OVERDONE)

[vionne-monsoon]

I fucking love Maestro

[vionne-monsoon]

Why the ever living f*ck did i dream about being a rupual's drag race host with Alyssa Edwards and a drag queen named Alexis Gajudo??

Like werk but like who tf is Alexis Gajudo-

[vionne-monsoon]

This is my tablet home screen rn

[starleska]

Hi. You don’t know me (lie) could you write a drabble about Maestro coercing you to sing Phantom of the Opera style, you know the “you’re all mine” kind of thing

ohhhh yes of course i can 😉 i have never seen Phantom of the Opera, so i am substituting it for Poor Unfortunate Souls in The Little Mermaid 😂💖 this is suggestive! content warnings for invasion of personal space, being tied up, and threats 😉

Open Wide - Maestro x Reader 🎶💖

"The time to sing is now, darling—and I won't take NO for an answer!" Thick musical staffs made living encased your body, mummifying you and compressing your ribcage to the point of pain. Helpless, you'd dangled for hours and screamed 'til your throat turned raw. But such sounds were appetisers to an entity like Maestro: a monster in a conductor's gown, with a face beat for a god.

"But I can't..." you whimpered. "But I CAN'T~!" Maestro wheedled back in an exaggerated mockery of your voice. "Don't lie to me, sweetie. I can see all that delicious music of yours...it's all knotted up inside you, juuuuust here!" Maestro tapped your chest with the tip of their baton, and a cruel smirk graced their flawless lips. "Such...delicate songs," they whispered. "Almost as fragile as the body they were made in. Far too breakable for me to extract...so we're doing this the old-fashioned way." Maestro's voice lilted and purred like the ocean caressing a wayward ship, and with the same amount of danger. Their register waxed and waned between high and low, sharp and dull, girlish and masc, in a dizzying concord which made heat bloom in your cheeks. Up close, you found it difficult to focus on Maestro at all. It's as if the gorgeous ginger bombshell speaking those words was but a lure on an anglerfish, and the real Maestro sat contained within that honey-nectar voice. Your resolve weakened. Distantly, you heard Maestro laugh in a raucous way: the drunken laugh of tavern songs. The next time you blinked, Maestro loomed in front of you, their eyes heavy-lidded and their lips all plush and coy. "Why don't you open that pretty little mouth for me, sugar~?" Maestro didn't give you time to reply. They shoved their exquisitely manicured nails into the crevices of your cheeks and pried apart your lips, like they wanted to crawl down your throat. You gasped and tried to kick back, but Maestro was too quick for you: another musical staff lashed out like a whip and bound you at the knees.

"NO!"

The violence of Maestro's yell mere inches from your face made you cringe. Your whole body tensed, then slackened. Shuddering breaths left your open mouth as Maestro's thumb slipped inside and pressed down against your tongue. You stared into their wide, wild eyes, and saw a madness within Maestro which no song could ever contain. "Try that again, and I promise you, I will drain you dry of everything that makes you human. Understood?" Your heart hammered in your throat. Saliva gathered around the intruding digit in your mouth, and you fought every impulse to close your lips around it. Horrified, you nodded. "Now." Maestro's voice teetered with rage. "Say aaaaaa." "Aaa-aaaa-aaaaah~!" And you sang. Somehow, the most stunning melody poured from your previously untalented mouth. Maestro slipped their index and middle fingers past your lips and began massaging your tongue whilst tapping their nails against your teeth. With each slight manipulation of your mouth, Maestro altered the pitch, cadence, and beauty of your voice. It was the most wonderful thing you'd ever heard. You felt like you might pass out. How were you capable of singing like this?! "Mmm~," Maestro murmured approvingly. "There we go. That wasn't so tough, was it, babycakes~? I don't know how you could be so shy with such an...irresistible voice..." Maestro's staffs squeezed you on irresistible, and a full-body shudder wracked your insides, sending a tremor through your still-singing mouth. Hunger flashed in Maestro's eyes, and a wolfish grin cracked the symmetry of their lipstick. "I wonder what you taste like~?"

[chrism02]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[vionne-monsoon]

Maestro in the gif got me feelin

🐕🐶🐕‍🦺

[plush4bunny]

They draw nearer, and suddenly your breath catches in your throat as their bow moves swiftly beneath your chin as they play, igniting a rush of adrenaline and a heart-stopping fear within you. They only have to tilt the bow just so, and they could easily kill you.

They, however, simply lift it and, by extension, your chin, until your eyes meet their forest green gaze.

- scene from @chrism02's 1st chapter from their Maestro (Doctor Who: The Devil's Chord) x reader fanfic called “Change the tune"

[averagemaestrofan]

Sitting in their lap would probably heal me idk

[vionne-monsoon]

*sighs*

*writes self indulgent fanfic*

[averagemaestrofan]

How do you think the Toymaker would react to being given a cat?

I have been thinking about this for days. Like, if you just went into his shop and handed him a bright orange fluff ball, what would he do with it?

It's quite possible he would turn it into an identical toy version, but maybe he would take care of it?

I need somebody to draw that, stop 😭

[averagemaestrofan]

Everybody fears family game night in the pantheon household