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My 12 Lives

Aries - A whole new world

In Pisces she wept and fell to sleep, a mermaid tail drifting in a sea by her side. All was calm, and then began the storm. A fireball in the sky,
a new season, a new beginning, a hurricane to drop a child inside. From the storm the Aries was born, learning to walk and talk, forgetting the mermaid tail she took 12 lifetimes to sew. She looks for magic behind every corner, always expecting something astonishing and new. Through fierce suppression or taught shame, her spirit becomes poisonous, because she is a wild heart, free and untameable, as young as the spring, as pure as the wind. And she may hold violent secrets, or act of some destructive urge that sings a song of impulse. Instant self gratification is important, consuming the world is important. Everything seems so foreign as if nothing ever existed before she was born. Now she is in a world that seems to have forgotten her, a princess of the night through her last lifetime. Her scarlet aura conducting fires in the horizon, a child chasing shapes in the clouds. Twinkle twinkle little star
now I know who you are

Taurus - Rest and Rectitude

It had all been so loud, so busy, so exhausting. Pushed from one frantic lifetime to the next, the Taurus woke up tired, her body seeming to be entwined with vines, her ears buzzing with the sound of wildlife. She walks through the forest to find hideaways opening just for her
a priestess of the flowers, a mother to the earth, a reflection of pure beauty, an earthy Aphrodite. Her eyes glaze with the glassiness of still waves, her hair matted with herbs, it’s time to rest now, to flourish in a world that suddenly became soft to touch and delicious to taste. She could never truly cherish her surroundings before, life past through her in such a frenzied flash
sometimes there are old anxieties that creep in, reminding her of chaos and carnage, hitting the walls of a palace she has built
founded on integrity, diplomacy, and the laws of nature. She approaches the day with sleep still in her eyes, often relying on caffeine to adjust to human life. If she could flitter through life on natural time, she would sleep for days, and cherish the stillness of night

Gemini ~ Wings of a Butterfly

She cocooned herself into a flower bed last time around, like a chrysalis. The tired Taurus and a breath of fresh air was blown from heaven, the Gemini awoke, a butterfly with a golden helmet on her mind. Energy released in erratic form, the only way was to spiral upwards with the other winged creatures
sending messages through ether, delighted at making sounds, twists and turns with words. Suddenly the mind leaves the body behind, she is a floating balloon
Full of wonderful tales and facts and insights, illuminating the light behind her eyes when her mind is alive. And she can stay awake thinking for days, stimulated by internal conversation. Her responsibilities and plans can vanish,
as if she has completely forgotten. She can find herself in a mess of paperwork and clothes, unable to escape the hold of her mind, deciding with one personality but in conflict with another, split memories of life revealing themselves untimely. And she can be chastised for her scattered mind, often forgetting the most basic of things yet she can keep you captivated for hours under the spell of conversation, whisking words in her mind like a magic maze, every age and time in a myriad of marvellous mental somersaults

Cancer - Timeless Woman

The incessant chatter of Gemini drifted into the back of her mind, turning into long conversations on the beach, the tide washing words with memories. In cancer time, every minute could be a moment, there is the possibility for growth, enlightenment, and meaning in every experience, the pinnacle events of life felt with a reverent glory, to marry, to love, to held, to be held, to be welcomed home, and be kissed as she leaves for the world.
She is not bound indoors, but rather makes a presence and a home out of everything, constructing hideaways in secret fantasies and re illustrated memory. Before it was all about learning and squeezing facts out of life, now it is about withholding life, or giving birth to beautiful life, whether it be her own, a child, or something or someone she cherishes. People are stain glass windows to her lunar sculpted eyes, their feelings moving like colours, their psychic activity enveloping her like a heatwave. And you wonder why she can’t sleep, when its something her spirit so desperately needs. But your worry is her worry, and you give it to her while you fall asleep

Leo ~ Harlequin and Heroine

Wielding light at her command, this was a woman who formerly ruled the Moon. Illuminated from the heart, a golden child of the cosmos
an heiress of the day, almost sick on sunbeads. The whole charade can be in disarray, born into a kingdom of chaos and neglect. Her howl is enough to spin the earth so the sun burns nearer
feeling temperature creep into your chest, and that’s the feeling of her breath. Sun honey, a crown made of maple syrup whipped by stars. Before she had given life, and wept, and provided for. She taught to love and how to feel. And now she is all these sensations in her own side show riel
A cast selected by the heavens. A script written by a royal soul. A child at heart forced to be an actress on a stage, garnering adornment and command, painting an image with colours drenched in soul tie-dye
Tonight she fades away, but she comes to life on stage, or in your eyes, or lying with your heartbeat by her side. She feels music and cinema, she can see a part of herself in every character. Life fades as quick as fame

Virgo - Butterfly Mind

Sunburn punctures through her, a coursing burn shivers, her mind on fire, alive with anxiety and thoughts dancing in intricate design like butterflies. Charring burn down her tummy, more tension inside, stings on their wings, nervous sickness. The Leo spotlight was so loud and chaotic, the audience applause become deafening screeches in her ear, pride longing for the recognition. But the show has ended, and the Virgo has been left behind
only a shadow for company in genius that has lost its mind. The show has ended and the only audience member remaining is the critic, ready to spit his words of venom, turning up the houselights and shining them right on pretend flaws. And the only way to leave was to get down on her knees, to begin repairing herself, to scrub the world clean. The celebration is over, and now she is stuck in her mind, desperately trying to settle a million anxious butterflies

Libra Lightshow

To be a perfect mannequin, oh that was the dream. As a Virgo she sewed threads until her lungs couldn’t exhale. But now she is the dreamer of dreams, the writer of romance novels, and the personification of art. Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the most loved by all? Libra is ruled by Venus, the Goddess of Beauty, sweet Aphrodite, rising from a watery clam into the airy clouds. This is where Libra dwells, painting the sky with her thoughts, dazzling like diamonds in the sun. With a pen feather in her hands she narrates the law of the land, reigning in on righteous justice and morality. Her body moves in harmonious symmetry, graceful, her expression warm and then glacial, for she is a woman born under the air swords, so intellect rules, beauty is in the eye of the beholder
and the mind is the beholder, so sharpen your wit before you challenge her judgement, she may be vague when she enters the story she reads
But she can be a woman scorned to those who threaten her allegiances or breed toxicity, the illusion and the glamor of a hall of mirrors, each face of a flower petal projecting through entrancing display. Daughter of the equinox, blessed with a cherubin face and allure, sorely misunderstood, she is not a flirter but a lover, a woman who finds parts of herself in everyone, parts of herself she longs to love, so she longs to love you, let her love you, it will be the most exquisite thing you ever do

Scorpio - Sea Siren

She plummeted from a jewel high in the sky, the cotton candy of Libra
free falling into the bottom of the ocean. Surrounded by all sorts of strange creatures, sea entities wearing the faces of demons, fighting to survive, born inhaling poisonous water.  And so life seems like a swim upward, but the pressure so harsh, the voices of ghosts are only under the surface, surrounded by hollow mermaids, sailors who have lost their life, between two worlds, the alive and the passed. She learned to love in Libra, but now she is forced to love the darkness, to cherish the beasts in herself  that claw at the inside of her skin, to be an instrument of light infusing with shadow. The sun shining through the cracks, the burn she can feel on her shoulder blades in quiet moments, it seems like sun from the bottom of the ocean, but that is soul, that is her soul, radiating across a hidden treasure island.

Sagittarius - The End and the Beginning of Everything

Waking from what seemed like eternal death, a lifetime of dying over and over as a Scorpio, becoming a phoenix, and now dancing in the dazzling sky, like jade diamonds. Flying over all the lives she has seen, every experience fills her mind with another location, another tropical island filled with mythological secrets and opportunity. She learned the art of psychic activity as a Scorpio, and now she is in tune with cosmic timing, living in a future arranged by vision, light, and prophecy. And yet it can all feel so incomplete, having kissed death and returned to reunite with a godly lover, through wind, trees, snow, and sea. One part of her body longs for the soil of the ground, the taste of real love, the human experience, grand and simple. And yet the spirit source caresses her to elevate higher, leave the lower mind behind and anybody who dwells there, for she must meet God face to face, with no church or temple or orgasm to hide behind. Ah, this is the essence of life. To believe what she has not seen, but to believe she will, so from the sky angels dwell but concealed by her own will. Sometimes she is too scared of her own greatness, she is after all, a hunter, one whose heart is reserved for the highest priestess.

Capricorn - What Becomes of Unfulfilled Dreams

The celebration of Sagittarius was over, the room was dark, and it’s almost like
performing a whole night of making up for the night before, or the life before. The Capricorn shakes on the ledge of the highest cloud, a mere push of
invalidation or discredit enough to send her tumbling roughly onto earthly concrete, the whisper of success in her ear flying kites in the sky. Between two worlds she seems to live, seemingly forced into responsibility from the
moment she took her first breath. Every experience and achievement forced through some sort of harsh institution, a secret life where she is berated
by her own volatile voices, and a life where is must play every role with
infinite ease, displaying qualities beyond human.
Echoes of children’s laughter play like violins in her ear, a harsh reminder of a life she was never permitted to know. A world alone. The rings of Saturn the karma she is forced to bear, undertaking the duty of confronting all the madness and the  pains of the Gods. And you want her to love you? You criticise her for not showing heart? That’s all she has ever shown.

Aquarius - Bleeding Rainbows

The world was loud and cold when she took her first breath, the lingering
shadow of life as a Capricorn haunting as she shook right to her bones. Tip toeing between clouds she tried to balance the crown on her head
all she had ever known was trying to survive and now she was a mother, a lover, a guardian to every child. When she laughs rainbows from the sky appeared, she is the angel of righteousness, truth, and humanitarianism. But the responsibility is heavy, and the crown becomes straining, alone she dwells, waiting for something to change, for people to change and find their hearts, and soul, and spiritual mind so she can descend and be free, so she can live on her vibrational harmony. As a Capricorn she had already walked the temple with Saturn, and now she had been summoned for another round, and her heart was already tired, and the voices were still so loud. She had achieved so much and yet how could she feel so empty and alone? She felt betrayed by their hatred and love of war and destruction. But there was soul and she could feel it, so
her mind sang with electric impulses of spiritual nectar
a milkshake of elevation for every being. You can sometimes catch her jumping from cloud to cloud, leaving a trail of teal flickering lanterns behind

Pisces - Mermaid Mirror 

After waking from what seemed like eternal sleep, she tumbled quickly,
plunging into deep water, taking a breath, but it wasn’t
water, it was air, it was earth, and she choked. Eleven times this happened, and the 12th time she realised this was life, 11 other spirits dwelling inside. The smell of heaven and everythingness seduced her from the invisible, whispering in her ear to come home, to shut her eyes and leave this world behind. She tried to walk but never really got her balance, the floor always slipping below her, her feet only having the memory of a mermaid tail. Everything can seem directionless and unsafe, like nobody could truly ease the sores in her spirit. She constantly attempts to swim away in oblivion, but a silver cord tugs her back to earth, reminding her of intense spiritual obligation, contracts she wrote with angels and demons. She has divine truths whispered in her ear, she also has lies, the trickster’s bride. As an Aquarius she had lifted humanity, she had raised a global generation of pure heart, she swung her legs off  the clouds, but now she was burned out, longing to fall asleep again, but she needed more energy than anybody to satisfy 11 other spiritual energies. 


Leo ~ Harlequin and Heroine 

Wielding light at her command, this was a woman who formerly ruled the Moon. Illuminated from the heart, a golden child of the cosmos 
an heiress of the day, almost sick on sunbeads. The whole charade can be in disarray, born into a kingdom of chaos and neglect. Her howl is enough to spin the earth so the sun burns nearer 
feeling temperature creep into your chest, and that’s the feeling of her breath. Sun honey, a crown made of maple syrup whipped by stars. Before she had given life, and wept, and provided for. She taught to love and how to feel. And now she is all these sensations in her own side show riel 
A cast selected by the heavens. A script written by a royal soul. A child at heart forced to be an actress on a stage, garnering adornment and command, painting an image with colours drenched in soul tie-dye 
Tonight she fades away, but she comes to life on stage, or in your eyes, or lying with your heartbeat by her side. She feels music and cinema, she can see a part of herself in every character. Life fades as quick as fame


My lovely Harlequin,

It’s been too long. Surely you agree? Time is not of much importance unless it’s time I’m away from you. You like that, don’t you. You’d like that to be the case. It’s okay my little Harlequin, I can play along so long as you play along with me. It wasn’t wise to leave Gotham, my dear little itty bitty baby Harlequin. You should have known there might be itty bitty baby pieces of my lovely Harlequin if you did. Thrown all around like confetti. Or some other such thing you throw with glee. If you won’t be with me at least I can have some pieces of you.

I know, I know, I know. You’re a woman, not just a Harlequin as you so often reminded me with your little tantrums.I love you I hate you, why am I the one who has to watch you cut off fingers and toes and noses. I never lie Harlequin. You don’t want to be a bad guy, you want to be a goody goody little psychologist who helps the criminally insane, even if that means a quickie in a stolen car. But we know I’m not insane. Not insane in the slightest.

Essentially, if you don’t come back, because I need you back what choice have I got? Do I need you back? Do I want you back? Is this a whim or is it essential? It’s necessary enough that you are getting such a sweet little letter from your darling baby—your lover as you so loved to call me. Lover, sweets, darling, and my ultimate favorite: snuggle bear. Oh, how I long to be your snuggle bear again. I know, I know, after that one time at that one bank with that one girl who was just dying to miss her left hand—I mean come on, at least she can still write—I wasn’t your snuggle bear anymore. You didn’t think I was cute anymore. But you just haaaaaad to have me or else you would die.

You’ll die with out me my little Harlequin. Light of my life, captor of my heart, soul mate and my love—what else is there—my lobster love. Lobsters mate for life you know. You’ll die without me. By your own hand or by mine, you will die without me. I suggest we cut it short before I have to cut some part of you short, and you come back to Gotham immediately. If I can’t have all of you I’d be content with an arm or a leg. The whole package would be great, but you know, I’m a man of simple tastes.

See you soon Harlequin.


A Fairly Honorable Defeat, Knit-Wear

I wonder if Jared as the jokers love letters he gave to Margot were like this? Probably worse

While the staff is decorating the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the Christmas holidays, the students themselves are hard at work transforming their common rooms into lively, festive havens. Each of the four houses has their own idea on how to adorn their digs, with every one proving to be as unique as the next:

Gryffindor Tower

Gryffindor’s circular common room, already alight with the ever-present dancing flames of the fireplace, burns a little brighter during the holiday season. Jars filled with different coloured balls of light glow in a line along the mantlepiece, and a tall pine tree next to the window groans beneath glittering golden tinsel, red bows, and a live gnome topper that belts out made-up, offensive carols. Along the walls you can find yards of garland lit up by enchanted fireflies (and sometimes a firework or two from Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes). Even the portraits get into the holiday spirit by donning Santa hats and reindeer ears!

Slytherin Dungeon

Slytherin’s common room receives the least amount of attention when it comes to decorating for the holidays, as its students rather enjoy the dungeon’s normal ominous aesthetic.  Instead, they only opt to enchance its eerie glow using a court of absinthe-green fairies native to Switzerland known as “la fée verte”. The fairies emit a bright harlequin green light that’s useful for nighttime travelers. Or 5th year students studying after sundown for their NEWTS!

Hufflepuff Basement

Hufflepuff’s normally earthy common room becomes very vibrant during the holiday season. Green and blue lights are strung up and twined around the honey-coloured woodwork, the overstuffed armchairs boast bright, handsewn Christmas quilts made by the school’s house elves, and the room’s copper furnishings are perfectly polished to catch and reflect more of the natural light that shines in from the circular room’s many windows. Because of the basement’s low ceilings, a proper tree cannot be put up. Instead, Hufflepuff students along with Professor Sprout put out various decorative plants, some of which can sing and dance!

Ravenclaw Tower

Ravenclaw’s airy common room, much like Slytherin’s, is decorated minimally (the students claim too much holiday frivolity distracts them from their schoolwork). Several tall pine trees stand at salute boasting only tiny bulbed lights in several shades of blue, and the starry domed ceiling spits enchanted dry snow, much like the Great Hall. But don’t let the minimalist attitude fool you. Ravenclaws let their Christmas spirit show in other ways (enchanted snowball fights, anyone?)

Mrs. A. Snow, December 3rd, 2014.

arialis  asked:

Prompt: soma, prohibition era. That is all, go forth kitten! (please no angst)


This took me forever, sorry! Anyway, here is this weird little jazz club thing that probably isn’t entirely historically accurate, but hopefully pretty close. Also you didn’t ask for genderbent!Kilik BUT YOU GOT HER ANYWAY.

P.S. - This gets a *tiny bit* risque toward the end, but it’s like PG-13 risque. Read at your discretion. Also I apologize for typos and such, this is a little less edited than my usual fare.


The Green Mill spun lazily overhead, casting its harlequin light over the building and recalling the streets of Paris. It shone brighter than Maka’s eyes and she sheathed her sneer, careful to keep her face doe-sweet and smiling. Kili Rung nudged her with an elbow, cocking a brow above her black specs.

“You ready? We don’t have all day to wait. The audition’s calling.” Kili ran a hand over her close-cut braids, her dark skin shifting with every turn of the infamous windmill atop the jazz club.

Maka pulled out her pocket mirror and checked her hair and lips for the fifth time in the last hour. She had to look the part.

“Hold tight,” she said, snapping the compact shut. “We’re not really angling for the job, anyhow.”

“We still gotta sell it,” Kili said with a shake of her head. “You know who else sings here? Billie Holy Pipes Holiday, that’s who. She’s the bar we’re aiming for, and being late isn’t gonna help. Come on, slowpoke.”

Maka took a breath. “Now or never, I guess.”

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hopelessly, i'll love you endlessly; akakuro, fic, 1/1, K

Title taken from Muse - Endlessly.  Was writing this with akashikuroko, and Muse- Sing For Absolution in mind. This is for you, Chii.  You look so sad lately, I have to do something. This is as fluffy as I can get.

This was a conversation that might or might not have occurred in a cake shop downtown (“Let’s not go to Majiba,” he said as they walked, “I’ll treat you to a much better vanilla shake.” And it wasn’t like Kuroko could disagree; Akashi might as well have just said, “I’m going to make you an offer you can’t refuse,”) :

“I love you, you know,” Akashi might have said, a smile might have been caught in his lips.

Kuroko might have smiled back, and said, “That, I know.”

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