#tmntsoutherngothic

Just as the sun needs the moon to give sense to its own existence, me and you, we need our moments of frustration to give our lighter moments greater meaning.  As Leonard Cohen used to say “There is a crack, a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in”. Life is all about opposites.

White, and black.

The moon, and the sun.

Life, and death.

Happiness, and sadness.

Wakefulness, and slumber.

Pain, and pleasure.

Rain, and sun.

Deserts, and lakes.

Laughers, and bleedings.

Calmness, and excitement.

Darkness, and light.

Everything means something thanks to its own reverse. That is why right now you need exactly what you are passing through. Nothing else, nothing more. You need it, and you are meant to overcome it.

I know what you're feeling when you wake up in the morning. I vividly remember that early-rising and fussy void. 

Let it go. Let it flow. Because it will pass. You have to be patient and kind to yourself. It is a slow relief. Just a little bit better every day. I can see you smiling and standing out. I see you, so beautiful and calm.

It is all about ups and downs. You have to stay present, attentive and alert for the bright moments. Keep a diary, or some colourful post-it notes to keep track of your uphill road, so that, when you are losing hope, you can look in the mirror, and say to yourself “Today has been a bad day … but look how far I got! The good moments are there!"

I have used post-it notes to remind myself that “this also shall pass”. And when moments of frustration meet me again, I just have to keep on fighting and resisting. I will just have to keep on remembering that life is all about opposites. As soon as I embrace the bad, the good shines so colorful that it makes also others shine so brightly.

Right now you are still wearing moon clothes, but stay ready: the sun is just preparing for your next parade.

Once, somebody told me that after 30 secs a hug becomes therapeutic. I am giving you that warm hug right now. Feel it, and remember that I'm sending you all the encouragement in the world.

Warm regards,

Martin

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You're in my dreams, y'know that? The need t'be with you so powerful when I'm awake, I wonder when you'll come back.

I can't stop thinkin' about you.

Last night I dreamed I walk into your house-it was already dark 'cept for a few candles an' a rain' thunderstorm. Soakin' wet in my clothes I went to you an' pulled you closer, undressin' you there in the livin' room.

In the flashin' light of the storm outside I could see your body move an' writhe with expectation...wantin' me. My clothes were soaked, coverin' every inch of your beautiful, naked body with a glistenin' moistness that begged to be touched. I could see the beads of water trickle down your stomach and thighs with each streak of lightenin'.

I couldn't help myself...I kissed you-those full lips then your neck...I slowly undress myself part of the way. I move down your bare skin  an' kiss those perfect breasts, holdin' each one in my hand as I do so. Fuck you feel so good.

Your skin is hot to the touch an' your moanin' is getting increasingly stronger. I am not able to wait any longer an' I stand up as you help me undo my pants an' slide them down. I love bein' on top of you, feelin' your arms around me an' pressin' into me as I am inside of you. The pleasure an' intensity of the moment is almost too much to bear but we're there...together...movin' an' holdin' each other joined by fierce sex and lustful emotions. 

God damn Immogene, you drive me crazy.

I feel as if I'm a teenager dealin' with the ragin' hormones. I never thought a woman could make a full grown man this hungry with a ragin' sexual appetite. I;m stunned by my own animal drive to be with you, but damn if I don't like it, too. 

Maybe I'll tell you more about it if you come back...or better yet, show you.

Dreamin' of you,

Raphael

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Immogene read the letter three times before setting it down. How it had made its way to her was a mystery. Her dark green eyes looked at the the sharp angular script again and sighed heavily.

It had taken more than a little effort to leave the southern town and him.

Her fingers reached out again and ran her fingers along the written words. She could feel the different indentations where the terrapin had pressed harder into the page. Feeling a definitive sharp line she looked. ‘I couldn’t help myself.’

“Raphael.” His name left her lips in a whisper that spoke of longing. Her eyes left the page once more and looked out her window. A window that faced south. Damned if she could help herself with him.

Immogene glanced at her calendar as she bit her lip. Maybe, just maybe it was soon time to follow the compass rose back to where a red banded rebel was working in his shop.

No one stirred the beat of her heart and the speed of her pulse the way he did…

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@southernblossoms What a treat for the mind, heart and body this was! ❤️♥️

There are some who might keep a special place in their heart for a book that reminds them of their youth. Some might cherish the full moon because it has been present on every good occasion in their life.

You, Vee, are that symbol in my life. You remind me of those cherished moments, full of hope and yearning love.

You are beautiful, gifted and kind. You never sacrifice your vibrancy, your wit and whimsy, each having enriched my life in the same way you've become attached to my heart.

Do you remember when you became what you are to me?

It seemed ridiculous to take a simple thing and attribute it to something that meant so much. It permeated every fiber of my being, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

You adorn my desktop, are my screensaver. Your eyes and lips are the art I doodle in my notebooks when I should be working on formulas.

You are always there, right in the forefront of my mind; always there to  warm my heart. There is so much good that you bring to my mind and for that I shall always be grateful.

I shall always treasure you, Vee.

My literal Lovestone and my blessing. I love you.

Donnie

EVERYTHING 😂

Name: Aurora Yoshi

Age: 31

Physical Characteristics: Caucasian mix, tall 5’11, athletic build, violet eyes, blonde hair, mid back with a purple streak in the front,

Tattoos: Large colorful octopus on right thigh

Piercings: Two holes at bottom of each lobe

Career: Pseudonymous Artist. From an early age Aurora has found comfort in her creative side, littering the old floors of the monastery she grew up in with what chalk she was gifted from the monks that raised her. On her own now when she is not training or furthering her skills in the ancient art of ninjutsu Aurora is painting or drawing. Though her paintings are known throughout the world, no one has put her face with her artist persona. She likes to keep her personal life private and away from the limelight. To keep herself unknown, Aurora signs her paintings ‘YA’, her initials transposed. A philanthropist at heart Aurora holds an auction every year auctioning off her works to raise money for different charities, mostly for children.

Personality: A loner most of her life, Aurora is learning to trust and open up to new people in her life. She is sassy without the patience for unnecessary bullshit and toxic people. She is a good judge of character and holds onto those who mean the most to her protecting them with everything she is.

Hobbies: Ninjutsu; her twin katana, kunai, shuriken, tantos, and training to further her skills. Art; whether it be painting, drawing, learning new techniques and utilizing new mediums or welding (which is something new she is trying) On the side she teaches ninjutsu to worthy individuals and self-defense for woman. Aurora rarely partakes in alcohol but when she does, she enjoys Saki or a chilled Moscato.

Skills: Trained since she was 3 years old Aurora is a highly accomplished kunoichi, proficient in hand-to-hand combat and all common weapons of the art of ninjutsu. Her weapon of choice is the twin katana. She has been trained in pressure points and has mastered the art of mediation.

There are lessons we can learn from trees, even from those deceptively small. Always stand tall, for those you care for go out on a limb, drink water, remember your roots. But most importantly…enjoy the view. Thank you for being my Valentine.

    ~ Master Splinter

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Ain’t no doubt about it, belle femme…you’ve gotta pizza my heart.

Be my Valentine? 

   ~ Mikey

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Dria laughed.  “Well, they say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach...  I’m glad I guessed correctly!

A Something Wicked One-Shot

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Ordinarily, Dria would have stayed for the evening’s festivities.  She had especially been looking forward to dancing with Mikey. 

But Dria was tired: Tarot card readings always took more energy than she bargained for, and this particular reading had left her deeply worried and feeling like a wrung-out dishrag.  It would have been selfish in the extreme to ask Mikey to come home and have dinner with her.  She would have liked to just snuggle on the couch, eat cookies, and watch Christmas movies with him, with her cat Dickens draped like a stole around the mutant turtle’s neck.

As it was, she would have to settle for a reheated dinner, a hot shower, and maybe start a new painting.  

She knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight, even with Dicken’s purring weight warming her side.

Sighing in impatience when her keys proved elusive, Dria set the bag of take out down and began rummaging in good earnest, careful not to jostle the containers of barbeque ribs.  

No luck.

Pressing her full lips together, Dria pulled out her phone, hoping the light would help.

And her gift screamed a sudden warning at the same time she heard the hoarse inhalation behind her.

In a fraction of a second, Dria’s talent showed her how to survive: fling the extra spicy hot sauce in the container in her hand into her attacker’s face, drop to the ground and roll under her car, and keep going, crawling from car to car until she reached the lights and the crowds of the celebration.  Blinded by the hot peppers in the sauce, her attacker wouldn’t be able to track or find her.

She would reach safety.  She would live.

But, with the vision came the knowledge of who would pay the price for her escape.

The choice was plain: her life, or theirs.

No.  

Not really a choice at all.  

Dria would not save her own life at the expense of someone else’s.

Hands shaking with barely controlled terror, she made herself let go of the hot sauce and turned to face her fate.