#dasha is the one with long hair

[selsdraws]

OCs I made a few months ago: Sonny and Dasha!!!

#selsdraws #original characters #ocs #artists on tumblr #female artists #wlw #dasha is the one with long hair #sonny is the one with short hair!!

[raparopa]

a/n: @mischiefmanaged71 @crazyhorseforgot

warnings: Language, Squaller!OC

pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x OC!Dasha Romanov

summary: There is clearly an understatement between Nikolai and his childhood friend. But who knew that things could get even worse when the sun shines on the horizon?

gold and silver

part one. about meetings

I looked at the stars. Silver jewels scattered over the blue velvet of the night sky - this was the sky above the sea, in which I spent almost all my time. And yet, accepting Nikolai's invitation was one of the best decisions of my life.

I have found a new family. Tolya and Tamar turned out to be some of the most incredible people I have ever met. Such a connection was for me...not new... The fact is that I myself experience such a connection, the only thing I do not know for one hundred percent is whether it is mutual.

During the time spent side by side on the ship, next to Sturmhond, I realized that I love Nikolai. And every day this feeling only intensified. I looked at him and tried to figure out if his feelings were similar to mine, or if Nikolai was acting like a little stinging fox as usual. But there was something in his actions, looks, words that made me suspect that we had a good chance.

We became much closer than in our youth, we were two parts of one whole, we were those who cannot live without each other. We never said anything that could indicate our feelings for each other. I don't know if it was necessary at this time? I did not want to destroy that wonderful peace between me and Nikolai, which we have been building and restoring for many years, and now we support it.

Each time, Tamar said with a cheerful smile how Nikolai's heart was beating, as soon as he thought of me. But how was I to know if she was joking or not? You can't tell these twins.

A cool sea breeze blew into my face. I smiled, twisting it with my fingers into a small whirlwind and letting it float through the water. But from the other side of the ship there were conversations. And several voices were clearly unfamiliar to me. I frowned and pushed off the deck with my hands, striding confidently there to understand what was happening. I don’t know what was going on, but my gut told me that something was going on that I obviously didn’t like. Because of this, the wind increased, rose, crashing into the sails.

I went to the other side of the deck and saw Tolya, Tamar and two strangers at the gangway. One of them was a tall, strong guy, next to him was a short girl with long, black hair. They talked about something very tensely.

-What's going on?-I shouted to be heard. All pairs of eyes immediately stared at me and at my menacing face.

-Dasha!- Tolya greeted joyfully, waving his hand to me. -We have unexpected passengers here,-he pointed to a couple of strangers.

-Yes, they want to charter our ship,- Tamar continued, showing me a gold hairpin that sparkled in the moonlight. -We need to take them to the captain. How is he? In what mood? - She smiled strangely at me.

I was embarrassed, but did not show it, only raising my eyebrows.

-As usual, in good health,-I said, folding my arms over my chest and carefully looking at the strangers. -Good, -I nodded. -Tolya?

He nodded to me.

-Take them to the captain.

It seemed to me that the issue was resolved, but then soldiers of the First Army appeared from the darkness.

-You! Stop!- the old man in military uniform croaked.

- Do you want a fight? Huh?-Tamar said menacingly, pulling out her axe.

-This man is a deserter, he must be with us!- the old man continued.

-Is that so?- Tamar continued caustically. I rolled my eyes, rubbing the bridge of my nose. -They want a fight!- she roared, causing everyone who was carrying bags on deck to grab their weapons.

-Oh, Saints, help me...- I said to myself, mentally dreaming how I would conduct a conversation with them, and how I would ask Nikolai to give them a couple of diplomacy lessons.

-I don't want to aggravate the conflict with Shu Han...

It was a mistake. Mistake old man in uniform. Tolya took up the sword.

-We are not Shu Han,-Yul-Bataar said, approaching his sister. -We are on our own.

-Save your bullets for the war, and tell your soldiers to know their place.- I barked belligerently, stepping onto the gangplank. I was rather tired of this situation, and I wanted to exhale as soon as possible and calmly sail away. Both my words and my old caftan, with which I did not dare to part after the Second Army, were clearly a weighty argument. Ravka's soldiers retreated.

Strangers boarded.

They looked rumpled, but they were very smart. I slowly examined them from head to toe, trying to isolate at least something that could help me find out more information about them, but I did not find anything strange or unusual.

-We’ll go to the captain,- I said slowly and low, when Tolya and Tamar appeared behind me. - He will give his final verdict.

The guy jerked his shoulder in annoyance, glaring at me angrily, but I didn't care.

-Let's go. -I passed by, heading straight into the hall to Nikolai.

I physically felt the tension that was in the air. No one dared to utter a word, I think the twins and I looked menacing, so the strangers were silent.

Nobody ever tried to charter our ship, it was the first time, but it was...interesting.

We approached the doors when Tolya opened them.

-Captain,- he turned to Nikolai, going inside. -They want to charter our ship.

- And immediately. - Some unprecedented courage suddenly woke up in the boy. We were also in the room.

-We need to sail now!- the girl also flushed, stubbornly following her companion.

Nikolai chuckled.

-Let's get two things straight,- he braced his hands on the table. -I'm not given orders on my own ship.- His face immediately became tense.

It was always amazing how he switched from one state to another so quickly.

- And we're already sailing. Glad you joined. And now, maybe add some light to the cabin, - I frowned, not understanding what he was talking about. - Since you, Alina Starkov. Saint on twenty million kruge.

These words hung in the air like a thick fog. My face stretched in surprise, I felt something rising in my stomach. That was the last thing I expected to hear tonight, I would have been prepared for anything but this. I looked first at Alina, then at her companion, and in the end my eyes fixed on Nikolai, as if demanding an answer from him.

How did he know? How does he know the price for this girl? Why didn't he say anything to me... That is, to us.

Lantsov quickly shot his eyes in my direction, and again turned to the newcomers. He pulled a revolver out of its holster and placed it meaningfully on the table.

-Alive or dead.- His voice became low and almost menacing as she looked at Alina.

What the hell...

-It’s silly to play up, Starkov, you are a Sun Summoner,-Nikolai continued.

In surprise, I even had to lean my hand against the wall as thoughts raced feverishly through my aching head. I looked at Tolya, but judging by his expression, he was also, to put it mildly, shocked. We both stood with him, behind Alina Starkov's back, like fools, the only ones who didn't understand what the hell was going on.

-Yes, you are right,- Alina threw belligerently, throwing up her hands, from which light immediately escaped.

Nikolai whistled.

-Not bad,- he shook his head, with a meaningful smile. - I'm hard to impress.

But Sun Summoner clearly did not share Nikolai's fun.

-Let us go,- she hissed, -Or lose twenty million kruge and the ship. Her threats looked a little funny. No matter how saintly Alina was, she did not seem to me an experienced fighter, rather a chaotic bundle of energy.

The light burned in Alina's hands, like a real, living flame of light. I myself did not understand how I took a step forward, how my fingers froze in signs that they could summon a hurricane. But I was gently pulled by the shoulder.

-Don’t, Dasha,- Tolya whispered to me. -Don’t jump to conclusions, Romanov. We can always get into a fight. Where is your diplomacy?

I glared at him, reluctantly admitting that he was right.

-Let you,- Nikolai got up from his chair at the table. -You can sentence us to death in the sea desert,- he went to the table, pouring some amber alcohol into a crystal glass. - Please note that we are already far from the shore. Besides, I won't hand you over to the Fjordans.

-Really? -Alina immediately stopped releasing light from her palms.

-Yes, Saints forbid,- Nikolai simply threw, realizing in a moment that he had blurted out. -Or is it indecent to say this in front of a living saint?- He turned to me in a rhetorical question. I tilted my head, pursing my lips.

They continued talking, but the words slipped past me. The only thing I heard was Nikolai's cute tone when he spoke to Alina. I still tried furiously to grab at least one word of their conversation, but I couldn't. For some reason, I felt betrayed. Did Nikolai not trust me so much that he could not devote to his ingenious plan to "capture" the Sun Summoner? Am I not the kind of person he can share everything with? He knows that I will always be by his side.

I looked at Nicholai. I felt offended. I felt selfish. Why was my chest so empty? Why, as soon as Alina Starkov stepped on board, did it hurt so much?

Maybe I did something wrong, since Nikolai no longer trusts me? Did I say something that made him doubt me?

Someone touched my shoulder, and only then did I wake up.

Tolya looked at me with regret, nodding in the direction of the exit. Of course, damn it, he heard my heart. I quickly gathered myself together, gave him a forced smile and nodded, following him and our "guests" to show them their sleeping quarters.

-No, no, no,- we were all immediately interrupted by the voice of Nikolai. We turned to look at him at once. - You, - he pointed to me. - Dasha, stay for a minute. -he asked, trying not to smile.

Tolya smiled slyly at me and led the passengers out of the cabin. I carefully closed the door, turning to look at him.

- Nikolai. - I said evenly, straightening my back, and folding my hands behind my back, raising my eyes with an effort to look at him...

He finally allowed himself a wide smile as he walked up to me, taking my hand and leading me forward through the cabin.

- Nikolai, if you want to talk, then speak. - Sharper than you wanted, I said.

-What's the matter?- he asked softly, his blue eyes sparkling charmingly, the way he always did when he wanted to get something.

I exhaled heavily, disengaging from his grip and rubbing my wrists.

This gesture obviously did not please him. He stopped smiling.

- Dasha, what happened? Any problems?

I looked at him from under my brows.

-Well,- I began hard. -Tell me, Nikolai, do you trust me?- I decided to come from afar.

He opened his eyes in surprise.

-Of course I trust you. More than anyone, you know it дорогая. Ever since you didn't tell your nanny my name as a kid when she asked about the stolen cakes. -he said, grabbing my hand again. Those words made me smile faintly.

-Remember that?- he chuckled. -I remember well how you…

-...Saved your ass for the first time? Yes, such things are not forgotten, Nikolai. - I continued for him, forcing the prince to roll his eyes jokingly. -But... It's different. Why didn't you tell me about Alina Starkov? - I finally asked. -Do you think, - I swallowed a lump in my throat from the weight of my own words. - Do you think that I cannot help you? It was possible to devote, at least in general, to your incredible plan. - I turned up my nose.

Nicholai sighed softly.

-Everything had to be as natural as possible. No one should have suspected anything, Alina Starkov in particular. No, of course, I don’t doubt your acting skills, Romanov, but I already walked on the edge of a knife.- He said as his hands let go of my palms, gently wrapping around my waist. - I didn't know it would hurt you so much. I didn't think about your feelings, my mistake.

He shook her head. - Excuse me. - He looked into my eyes, and some mischievous sparks sparkled in his eyes. - Can you forgive me?- he smiled.

I closed my eyes.

-Promise to continue to share such things with me, Nikolai.- I asked quietly, blowing off the hair that had fallen on my face.

-I promise if you let me offer you a worthy apology. -He ran his fingers along my cheek.

Saints. Are my assumptions correct? Could it be that the connection I felt was shared by Nikolai?

-Watching what you mean? -Oh, dear Nikolai, don't think that I'll give you up so easily. - Everyone can say big words.

If I don't drive you crazy, Nikolai Lantsov, no one can do it.

#shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone #shadow and bone season two #nikolai lantsov x oc #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lantsov #alina starkov #mal oretsev #tamar kir bataar #tolya yul bataar

[rhodesrider]

When it’s Time…

Solo S. x Virgin!Black! Fem Reader

NSFW! 18+! Minors DNI!

Warnings: Oral Sex, throat creampîe, rubbing

Word Count: 1.4k

~

I just don’t know what to do. I’ve tried everything. Different hobbies, I’ve tried video games, knitting, poetry. Hell even other crafts but I can’t get my mind off of sex. More importantly off of Solo. I’m terrified of what he will think. I gave him the whole speech of how I wanna save myself for marriage, save myself for the right one. But now I can’t stop thinking about it. He’s gonna think I’m just a whore…

I sigh as I shake my leg just trying to knit something. I soon heard a car door, had to be the twins and Solo. I heard the door next and I just made it look like my mind wasn’t on nothing, just knitting and watching YouTube. “Hey old lady.” Jey snickered and I threw a wad of yarn at him. I received a hug from Jimmy and Caught the Load of yarn back from Jey. “Next time imma throw one of these sticks.” I smirk. Soon I felt a kiss on my cheek from solo, I glanced as he sat by me looking at my cardigan I’m almost done with. “We gonna let y’all have ya little alone time. Night bro. Night y/n.” They both went upstairs and solo kissed my hand smiling. “How was your day baby girl?” He asked low since it was late and he didn’t wanna wake anyone in the house, his voice could be heard anywhere.

“It was ok. Finished up some work for school and I’m almost done with this little project.” I smile readying the next loop starting it like clockwork. “I’m glad you had a ok day. I miss you baby.” They were at rehearsal all day so I didn’t see him, I only saw him getting up so early then leaving out. “I miss you too baby.” I smiled and turned to him, soon sharing a sweet kiss. But that kiss turned to a hungry makeup session slowly, our fingers roaming, god I want more. He holds me close, moving my knitting he continues, the make out session goes for a hour, I wanted him bad.

“God I’m sorry baby I didn’t know I over did it.” I blink looking to see what he was talking about, my panties had a little wett spot on them. I blush hard and cover myself with a blanket embarrassed. “It’s ok baby um I’m actually a bit hungry.” I could feel him smile and get up. “I’ll fix you some food and we can watch tv ok?” Solo got up and went to the kitchen. Soon I’m receiving a text. Great, it’s from Dasha.

Dede: I know they home because I heard y’all come in did you ask him?

Me: No. And weren’t you sleep?

Dede: I was till the boys came in now I’m just sitting in bed playing animal crossing Looking at Roman sleep. But that’s besides the point, why didn’t you ask him?

Me: I’m not sure…

Dede: You vented to me for 3 hours today. About you feeling like solo was the right one to give that v card too and you didn’t ask him?

Me: ITS A PROCESS TO THIS.

I sighed and threw my phone to the side as solo came back with some food. He gave my plate getting the blanket ready but sad enough I’m still horny. I wanted him bad. I bit my lip squeezing my legs together needing some relief.

“Oh baby I’m sorry. I need to get rid of something, I’ll be back.”

He only saids that when he needs a cold shower, this is my chance!

“Baby wait-“

He stopped from getting up, putting his plate on the table and mine I put on there as well. “Baby, um, maybe I can help with that?” He blinked looking lost. “Baby you wanna..?” He pointed at his shorts and I nodded. It’s been two years, and I never did anything sexual with solo. Im surprised I’m still with him. “Baby are you sure?” I nodded once more blushing and biting my lip. I’ve have dreams of it, just letting him fuck my throat. Grip my hair and just use my throat till he cums down it. He sighed nodding and he started to remove his pants.

“Baby, are you sure?”

I nod once more and he removed his boxers. I blinked and watched as he stroked his long thick dick in front of me. He was big. “Don’t worry take your time, he doesn’t bite.” He chuckled. I got closer and soon solos free hand went to my back rubbing it, comforting me. I sat up to get a good focus on it and started at the tip. Licking and sucking on it slow. Solo blushed shivering some feeling my warm mouth on his sensitive tip. His precum was landing on my tongue, but I continued to go down on the shaft. “F-fuck mamas…” he moaned a bit making me blush and not noticing my panties getting a wett spot again. His groans and moans are so hot. I could hear em all day if I wanted to I wanna hear more. I started to suck him off my mouth barley letting me get to the base of his dick, I felt his hand soon on the back of my head for me to go deeper. I did so gagging on his size and he soon helped me up to check on me. “Baby I’m sorry am I too much?” He asked. He wasn’t, he was just right, him checking on me to make sure I’m ok is making me more horny.

“More,Please…”

He was taken back by my beg. I thought I saw his dick jump from it. He led me back to his dick soon letting me deepthroat, I gag some again but I continue sucking him off. Going down to the base as tears fell as a reaction from my body, but he watched me. I think he likes seeing me like this. He sighed out and bit his lip pulling me up some letting me get some air. “Fuck that feels so good, you’re doing so good baby.” He..is he praising me?! It like my body got more relaxed and my mind is melting. I’ve never felt this way before. He led me back to his cock and held my head slightly. “Baby I’m gonna fuck your throat ok? So just tap if you need air ok?” He smiled and bit his lip, I nodded giving the go and he started throat fucking me moaning out, I drooled in his dick sneaking my hand on my panties rubbing my self teasing myself. He just fucking my throat feeling his dick down my narrow ass throat, fuck I loved it. Was this was it called being used? It felt amazing. “B-baby I’m gonna cum~” he announced and kept going, please keep doing baby, fill my throat up I wanted it for the longest. I rubbed myself more close to my orgasm and soon my face was planted in his pelvis.

The warm nutt down my throat. He groaned as more pumped in my mouth. I shivered as my panties were ruined. He pulled out slow and his dick leaked out cum from his tip, I coughed some and he was gonna help me but I regained myself quick and licked his tip not wasting any nutt. I swallowed and he blushed hard. We both sighed from our orgasms. Looking at each other. “I’m sorry baby if I did too much-“

“That was so good~”

I felt like my mind was re-educated. I looked up at him smiling as he was just taken at the fact of me sucking his dick for the first time. “Baby it’s just I know you like never wanted to really have any like sexual activity-“ “I enjoyed every moment of that solo, I’m very great full that you are patient with me, this was my choice and I made such a great choice to try something. I just need to change my underwear…” I showed him my drenched panties and he blushed more. “You came while you were sucking me off?” He asked in a low voice. I like that tone a lot. “Yes sir I did.” He looked like he wanted to fuck me hard after I answered him like that, I learned that from Dasha. Which means, my dear solo is a bit kinky. I smiled walking away and felt eyes on me the whole time.

Soon a text.

MyJoJo: Baby. I’m willing to wait. I’m willing to do this slow. Until the finale. I love you so much.

I texted him back smiling. I think imma take it slow too until it’s time. It’s gonna be time soon. I know he’s the one to take it but I have to be sure.

~

✨Thanks @jillnjones57-blog for the idea ✨

#wwe one shot #wwe imagine #wwe smackdown #wwe raw #wwe smut #wwebloodline #solo sikoa

[midnightstar1999]

Dasha and the mysterious metal boy and his band.

Dasha was a 17-year-old girl who lived in a small town surrounded by mountains. She was a cheerful and curious girl, always looking for new adventures and emotions. One day, while she was walking through the city park, she heard metal music coming from one of the nearby buildings. Intrigued, she approached the place and saw a group of young people playing music in a rehearsal room.

Among them was a mysterious boy with long dark hair, dressed entirely in black and holding an electric guitar in his hands. Dasha was fascinated by his presence and his skill on the guitar, and she stayed to listen to the music.

After rehearsal, the metal boy approached her and asked what she thought of the music. Ella Dasha told him that he loved her, and he invited him to join her band. Ella dasha was excited, and so she became part of the metal band.

The band was called "Sons of Anarchy" and they played in bars and clubs in the city. Dasha became the lead vocalist, and the metal boy became the lead guitarist. Over time, the band became very popular in the city and gained a following on social media.

But life in the band was not easy. The metal boy had many secrets, and there were rumors that he was in trouble with the law. Also, one day, during a concert in a bar, a group of gang members came in and started causing a disturbance. The gang got into a fight, and Dasha was injured.

After that incident, the metal boy had it was time to leave town and start over somewhere else. Dasha felt sad that she had to leave her friends and her hometown, but she knew it was for the best.

[wearevillaneve]

Eve of Destruction - Conclusion: Entre Nous.

One hundred heads turned and riveted their attention to a small, yet oddly intimidating Asian woman with a magnificent mane of hair and a reputation for killing members of their group with ruthless efficiency. They did not know much about her beyond this and that her name was Eve and she was the beloved of the most dangerous assassin that The Twelve had groomed. “You may not want us to lead you, but trust me when I tell you there is no one else who can.    There is no one coming through the door that can do for you what we cannot.” “There is no Helene coming through that door.” 

“There is no Lars coming through that door.“ “There is no goddamn Dasha or Raymond coming through that door!”

“And there is no damn chance Carolyn Martens is coming through that door because I personally sent that bitch to hell.”

One hundred heads were riveting their eye and ear on everything the angry Asian woman uttered.  Yet one hundred heads were carefully sliding one eye sideways to the serene Russian woman who was saying nothing, looking at no one and seemingly mildly amused by the whole proceedings. 

“Here is the long and short of it.  WE are running The Twelve now.  There will be no discussion, no debate and no decision to be made,”  Eve snarled with venomous contempt.  “We will provide you with the leadership, the guidance, and the sense of purpose the fools we buried never did,”   the ex-MI5 agent shouted and shook her fist.   “We have a plan that will shake the world.  Not only our enemies, but before we are done, we will become a force to be reckoned with.”

The conclusion to what may (or may not) be my final Killing Eve fic. (illustrations by alig bello, audiododdy, and chenckino) A03 link.

#killing eve #eve polastri #villanelle #eve x villanelle #eve x oksana #niko polastri #niko sucks #i hate his guts #a03 fic #this is the end #i did my best #ke s4 fix it #like it or not #do better #i challenge you #fuck laura neal #always and forever #i love them so much #nothing will change that #murder wives #villaneve forever #killing eve fanfic #a03 #killing eve fanart

[grayrazor]

“The Hardest Part of Learning to Fly”

I was having a picnic with Dasha in a wooded meadow near the eastern edge of Elysium Planitia. Even from this great distance the mighty Olympus Mons seemed to tower over us. The birds were singing in spite of our presence, flitting from tree to tree and engaging in little squabbles over love and food. Dasha’s hair and my beard blew in my face when the wind picked up. Though she was a year my elder, her hair was still dark and contrasted with her skin, though mine had long ago begun to turn grey. “You see, lyubovnik,” she whispered to me, her arm around my shoulders, her other hand daintily resting in my calloused and scarred glove of a hand, “You should have retired from the Fleet years ago. You don’t regret being here one bit, do you?”

I chuckled and held her tighter, “True enough, lyubimyy. I don’t miss those steely-eyed missile-men and their rickety tin cans even in my most delusional fits of nostalgia.” I turned to look her in the eyes, even as the wind blustered again and loose leaves and blossoms separated from the trees to cascade past magnificently and her hair blew back from her face. “To me, you are worth more than all those dead rocks and balls of ice they call ‘planets.’”

A bright light flared in my peripheral vision, and we both were driven by reflexive curiosity to see what it could be. “Lyubovnik, look! A shooting star!” Dasha had an almost childlike capacity for wonder.

“No,” I whispered at first, then in a fit of sisyphal frustration I roared “No!” as the light grew and brightened and the trees and birds and our skin flashed away into ash.”

Dasha’s scream echoed and distorted into a kind of high pitched wail--and then I found myself hitting my head on the ceiling of my bunk’s alcove. I rolled over, looked at my reflection in the screen set into the wall. My beard hadn’t been grey for years, and it’s length and whiteness often led my crew to call me Old Saint Nick behind my back. The intercom was ringing, its pitch irritating my tired ears.

I punched the answer button, and Commander Elizabeth Hartford’s face appeared. I took a perverse joy in the fact that she looked as disheveled at this late hour as I did, “Sorry to wake you, Igor.”

I grumbled and rubbed the bridge of my nose, “It’s an XO’s job to irritate their CO. You’ll learn that when you’ve been in the service as long as I have. Report.”

Hartford had always been a master of stiff-upper-lip, but her eyes sometimes betrayed her when she was really worried, “The skiff’s back ahead of schedule. They haven’t made any radio contact, and from the looks of it through our scopes they’ve been shot up pretty bad.”

“If they haven’t completed their mission, you know what that means?” I had already gotten out of my berth and was throwing on my uniform coat.

“I got the same briefing you did, Tsiolkovsky. I know what’s at stake,” Hartford had disabled the video part of the call, presumably still getting dressed herself.

“Then get started on the preperations,” I transferred the call to my wrist and continued as I pulled myself out of my quarters and into the corridor by the handholds. “Actually, scratch that. Get Takumi started on the setup, you meet me in the hangar and we’ll debrief the marines.”

***

As I reached the doors to the airlock I was a bit irritated to see that not only had Hartford beaten me there, but she was in full uniform and as presentable as a cadet up for inspection. She’d always had a way of making the basic duty jumpsuit look as formal as a dress uniform, but the way she had gone from bedhead to spotless with such a seeming lack of effort always got under my skin somehow. The airlock cycled and the marine team’s NCO, Forrester drifted through the dilating circular opening, helmet held under arm and drops floating loose from his forehead when he moved. It was probably sweat, no way a marine sergeant could be shedding tears. Some smell came through the doorway with him. It was horrible, made my eyes water, and was all too familiar.

Before I could open my mouth he grunted and raised his hand, “We failed, Captain. I’m so sorry.” He moved out of the way to let two other marines pass him, dragging some scorched and blackened thing between them that looked like it once could have been human. They passed it to the medical team that had been waiting, for all the good they could do. In the recycled air the stench would linger for days.

“What happened out there?” Hartford seemed unmoved, almost unsympathetic. “This was supposed to be the easy part.”

Forrester breathed heavily a couple of times, then looked up and spoke with an air of forced professionalism, “We came in too shallow on our approach. Skipped off the atmosphere. We were still confident we could pull it off after that mistake. We had enough fuel to pull it off and try again. But then some kind of orbital defense satellite came over the horizon. They tagged us with a laser before we could boost out of their line-of-sight. Skiff’s heat shield and port wing are compromised, I don’t think she’ll ever fly in an atmosphere again. Part of the beam clipped one of the cockpit windows. Murphy got burned to a crisp. Melted our antenna too, that’s why I had to make it back to tell you what was happening.”

I stroked my beard, “Are you up to lead your team in the backup plan?”

Forrester grabbed his helmet out of the air and put it back on, “I’ve been through worse than this. Only thing that’s different this time is the stakes are higher.”

I grabbed his shoulder, less to comfort or motivate him than to tell from his muscles how tense he was, “Get your men prepared, you know what we have to do.”

***

“Captain Tsiolkovsky on deck!” Hartford closed and latched the hatch behind me as I took my seat in the control room. Naturally, nobody stood, since they were all lashed into their gee-couches, set into alcoves around the cylindrical wall at the perimeter of the room like bunks, but they at least looked up from their workstations for a second, which I thought was a nice gesture.

“As you were,” I barked more out of tradition than necessity, since they had all already gotten back to what they were doing. “For any of you who don’t have the clearance or connections to know already, here’s the way it is: Sergeant Forrester’s team is back, but without the package.” I tilted the visor of my cap down to cover my eyes, “That means that, in order to complete this mission, upon which the outcome of this war may depend, we are going to have to land the Charles de Gaulle on Titan.

Takumi gasped audibly, “Captain, with all due respect, we can’t land a fusion-driven ship on Titan! Even if everything goes perfectly we could be looking at war crimes charges!”

I could feel my brow twitching involuntarily. I guess my chief engineer didn’t know me as well as I thought, if he didn’t realise that I had already been agonizing over the mere hypothetical possibility that we might have to do this. Maybe he was just making a jackass of himself for the sake of the crew, I don’t know, “For the sake of everyone we are fighting for back home, I consider that an acceptable sacrifice. The strategic value of the information we were sent for is absolute; failure of this mission might not just mean losing the war, but our extermination.” Several of the junior officers looked doubtful, whispered to each other, so I unzipped my jacket pocket and pulled out the letter I had received three months earlier, “Just so you know that I am not indulging in hyperbole, here are my signed orders from the Commander-in-Chief herself. She explained to me in no uncertain terms just what the enemy has in store for us, and it isn’t good. Based on the kinds of particles our telescopes have been picking up, they may very well be experimenting with antimatter weapons, as unlikely as that seems. Most of you have the personal experience, as I have, that they will show no quarter and will not hesitate to use such power, if they possess it, to annihilate us. For that reason, all measures necessary to retrieve the information on their research and production facility locations are to be considered not only acceptable, but required.”

Takumi grabbed Hartford as she passed by him on the way to her station, “You’re with him on this? You’re absolutely sure there’s no other way?”

Hartford pulled his hand away from her and continued to her seat, “The skiff got fried by a laser-armed satellite when they tried to land. That, combined with the fact that we’ve seen no civilian traffic entering or leaving orbit, tells me that the enemy has been tightening their hold on Titan after the attempted rebellion back in August. They hung that Sword of Damocles over the Titanites’ heads, probably wiped out their space-capable craft from above, to remind them who runs this part of the Solar System. A whole moon’s worth of hostages. If we are to get our guy out of there this ship is their only option. He couldn’t just broadcast the data, they’d pick it up and know we’re on to them, move their antimatter factory so we’d never find it again before it was finished.”

From the junior officers’ expressions, I felt it was time for me to step back in to the discussion, “The fact that we are fighting for survival does not mean that we will let ourselves become like them. All measures necessary and possible will be taken to minimize collateral damage. We’ll begin our descent over the far side so that our course will take us over the least-densely populated part of the surface when we’re making our braking maneuver with the Orion Drive. Because our guy is in a colony dome, and will have to make his way by ground to get to our landing site we’ll be landing near the city, using chemical rockets for the final stage of our descent.” I removed my cap, looked everyone on the bridge in the eyes one-by-one, “Does everyone understand what we need to do?”

They all nodded silently, and I turned to Hartford. She shouted, “You have your orders, get on it!”

Each officer and crewman lay back on their gee-couches and turned their full attention to the workstations that were now above them. “All hands to acceleration stations! This is not a drill! I say again…”

I noticed that a yeoman had left a bag of energy drink near my station and decided I had enough lingering tiredness to give it a go, even if it was warm. I wanted to be as awake as possible for what was to come.

“Radiators retracted to battle standard!”

“Shuttle and pods secured, get those hangar doors closed!”

I put the bag’s straw in the corner of my mouth and gave it as long a drink as I could bear, trying to keep it away from my tongue. It was times like that, when the orders had been given and there was nothing to do, when I started to get contemplative. It was a long and honored tradition, using drinkable chemicals to deal with your human failings. Archaeologists tracked the trading ships of Ancient Hellas by following their trails of discarded wine jugs. Wooden ships and iron men ran on grog. Steam-driven ships of steel had crews driven by coffee. Then came airplane pilots and astronauts and their myriad variety of stimulants, legal and illegal.

One thing had stayed a constant throughout history: the drinks may come labeled in different brands and flavors, but the best you can get for your choice is a different shade of vile.

“Orion drive loaded, ready to fire.”

“All decks report acceleration stations. Your orders sir?”

I buckled myself in, then pulled my hearing protection over my ears and plugged in the cord for its internal speakers, “You have clearance for main drive turn,” I said into the headset microphone, then produced my key from my jacket pocket. I turned to visually confirm that Hartford had hers. “Turn on my mark.” I inserted my key, “Three, two, one, mark.”

Naturally, no human being had the timing to execute the kinds of precision maneuvers we would have to perform. All we were doing was giving the computer permission to run the orders the crew had programmed into it. When the time was right the dispenser at the ship’s back end would expel a thermonuclear explosive. It would explode in a sphere of perfect white light, imparting momentum to the ship’s pusher plate. While the thick metal shield was still glowing another bomb would be dispensed and the process would begin again. No better way to travel, as long as speed was all you cared about.

The force of the first pulse shocked me in spite of my efforts to increase my alertness with the energy drink. There was never really any getting used to the experience of being blasted through space by atomic bombs. One moment you’re weightless, the next an elephant is stepping on your chest. Stomping on you, over and over again, trying to squeeze the air out of your lungs and pop the eyeballs out of your head.

Shock absorbers between the plate and the hull kept the acceleration from crushing us squishy humans like insects, but anyone late to take precautions against the gee-forces would be having a very bad day, deaf at best, concussion, broken bones, or ruptured organs at worst. There were no reports of any injuries so far, so at least the crew weren’t that green. Heavy cruiser Charles de Gaulle blasted her way out from behind the nameless small moon she had been using to hide from detection and expended just enough of her supply of nukes to set an orbit that would freefall past Saturn’s largest moon, Titan. With the drive no longer firing we were weightless again.

It would be a matter of hours before we needed to decelerate, but I was fully on edge by that point, and wouldn’t have been able to catch any more sleep that night even if I tried. It wasn’t the jostling of the Orion Drive, nor even the energy drink. I had been thinking about how sure we were that Forrester’s team would pull off their part of the mission. How landing the ship was a purely hypothetical last resort, we’d never thought we might actually have to do it. If the easy part of the mission had been a complete wash, how would it go when the enemy fleet inevitably spotted us on our way back out?

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It would be only minutes now before Charles de Gaulle had to slow down in order to avoid overshooting Titan’s sphere of influence. After days of weightlessness, I felt like I needed to prepare myself mentally and physically for living in gravity again, first from the drive, then the real all-natural gravity of a moon. The Universe, however, was having none of that.

“I’ve got a hot spot on the hull plating, looks like a laser strike!” Takumi shouted.

“The satellite?” I grumbled in frustration. “Why didn’t we pick it up sooner?”

Hartford crossed her arms, “They must have risen over the horizon while we were making a course correction.” She twisted her neck to bark at Takumi, “Threat analysis!”

“I don’t think they’ve got the wattage to burn through our hull anytime soon,” the engineer was frantically flicking through tabs on his display to compare reports from sensors and damage-control parties.”

I stroked my beard contemplatively, “Flight control, roll the ship slowly on her travel axis. I don’t want to give them the chance to build up enough heat on any one spot to do us any damage.” I looked right at Takumi, “You’re sure this is all they’ve got?”

He scrolled up and down the sensor log one more time, “If they had more juice I don’t see why they wouldn’t have used it by now.”

I turned back to my own display and gave the data a once over myself, just to be sure, “I’m guessing the enemy must not have thought we’d send anything tougher than Forrester’s skiff. Our hull might be able to conduct this much energy, but any lesser ship, on a chemical or ion drive, would have probably been vaporized before they even knew they were being shot at. Forrester was damn lucky they didn’t get a clean hit on him; this would be more than enough to keep the civilian traffic on Titan locked down.”

Hartford chuckled crudely, “On the other hand, if the Admiralty had sent a proper battleship instead of just a cruiser they probably would have gone right by that satellite without ever noticing that they were being shot at.” She cast her eyes about the room, “Anyone have eyes on it?”

“Got it sir! Traced the angle of the beam back to it’s source. Eight marks off the ecliptic. Target locked.” a junior officer in the spotter department shouted back with enthusiasm.

I made a note to keep an eye on her, if she lived long enough for me to learn her name, “Let’s do the Titanites a little favor while we’re here. Open door torpedo tube one and fire when ready.”

“Torpedo away!” the call came from the gunners, then moments later, “Target hit, detonation confirmed.

“Target status?” out of the corner of my eye I could see that Hartford was switching rapidly between the various external cameras and LIDAR scopes on her display.

“Kill confirmed,” the same spotter smacked the hand of another in her department in celebration.

“Nothing out there but an expanding sphere of debris,” the other spotter added. “If you listen close you might hear them tinkling off the hull.”

“Just in time too,” I checked my chronometer and saw Takumi was already in the midst of delegating various tasks.. “All hands to landing stations,” I ordered, which was repeated by subordinates and distributed to everyone relevant.”

“Closing all missile silo and torpedo tube doors.”

“...I don’t care what they need on C-Deck, get those containers secured!”

“Radiators fully retracted!”

“Firing drive!”

Because of the speed we were moving we would have to push the limits and run the drive faster for the deceleration. Now it felt like a whole herd of elephants were running me over, and were it not for the gee-suit I had on under my uniform I would definitely have blacked out. I focused on my breathing, the exercises that had been drilled into me in training all those years ago to help keep your blood where it should be. In one of the lulls between pulses that young spotter tapped into my headset’s channel, “It feels wrong being this close to an atmosphere. Are you sure we can pull this off, sir?”

I chuckled in what I hoped would be a reassuring, grandfatherly tone, “Ensign, Orion ships are the best at getting through atmosphere as much as they are the best at getting through space. Why, the first of our sister ships to be built was assembled on the surface of Venus because they hadn’t finished the space construction yard yet!” A jolt punched the air out of me and I grunted involuntarily, “You didn’t think they built these cruisers and battleships bullet-shaped just for the sake of the angled armor, did you?” Unfortunately, that dredged up a memory of a time in my life I would rather have left forgotten, an Air Force flight instructor who repeated ad nauseum, “There’s no part of flying a plane harder than landing her when you’re coming home.”

Another light lit up on my console, this time Takumi requesting a private channel, “Sir, write me up for insubordination if you must, but are you sure there was no other way? Can you say that with absolute certainty?”

I let through all of the considerations I had been blocking out. The things I had been ignoring, because I knew they would crush my soul more surely than the acceleration was trying to crush my body, “I know the harm the fallout might bring. You know that there’s never a hundred-percent certainty when it comes to military intelligence. But if there’s even a chance that what we’ve heard is accurate, then the harm that comes to the people of Titan will be incredibly inconsequential compared to the slaughter that awaits billions if we fail.”

The engineer sighed bitterly, “I know you have set everything up so that the damage will be minimized. Shoot, in case of an emergency like this the propulsion charges had always been built to minimize neutron radiation and electromagnetic pulses. Nothing’s perfect though, with every detonation there’s a chance that an EMP will make the lights flicker in a hospital and a surgeon will make a mistake at a critical moment, and somebody will never go home to their family. Maybe a fragment of a bomb’s casing will become radioactive dust and drift down to the surface, to be tracked in by someone going out of a colony dome to do maintenance and a whole city’s air supply might be contaminated. I trust that we didn’t have the time to find a better way, but what would you say to a parent whose kids are all dying of radiation sickness or cancer because of our haste?”

I exhaled in weariness, “If nothing else, I can assure you that while this may not have been the right thing, it was the necessary thing. If God judges that I am due hellfire for ensuring that no one else gets stomped under the boot of our enemy then that is a small sacrifice by proportion.” Takumi did not reply.

Eventually the teeth-removing vibrations of the fusion-pulse drive stopped, only to be replaced moments later by the more continuous shaking of thick gases rushing past the hull at hypersonic speed. Instead of the stacatto pounding of the nuclear explosions there was the continuous roar of Titan’s atmosphere being set alight. Though I couldn’t see it I knew that the pusher plate must be heated to the point of glowing by the friction. Methane, nitrogen, and carbon dioxide were compressed into plasma and burned even without oxygen by virtue of the sheer amount of kinetic energy they were being forced to absorb. Something was loose near the base of my couch and it rattled rhythmically. The ship’s structural members groaned as they were slightly deformed by physical stresses and by the change in temperature. The sound was almost like whalesong, or maybe the creaking of an ancient tree being felled by the wind. It seemed to go on forever, until a small, solipsism-inclined part of my consciousness wondered if there had ever a time when there was not the roaring and the shaking. Then it stopped. After the strain of the drive and the aerobraking the relatively minor jolt of the landing rockets was like a mother’s comforting embrace, and only more so the little bounce of the shock absorbers rebounding as the plate impacted upon solid ground.

“Report!” I bellowed.

“Crewman on C-Deck injured by failed couch harness. Broken bones, minor concussion.”

“Steam pipe burst on F-Deck. Five injured, two with third-degree burns.

“Fuse blown in environmental…”

“Hey, Captain.” Takumi held out an empty ration bag and dropped it, letting it drift slowly to the diamondplate steel of the deck. “That’s gravity. We’re alive.”

I was already unbuckling my restraints. “The mission’s not over yet Chief. That was just the hard part. It’s all uphill from here.”

“You mean downhill don’t you sir? Sir?”

Hartford was already out of her harness and had walked over to the intercom by the door, “Armory, get gear ready. We’re sending out a landing party.”

She was still standing by the hatch when I walked through. She elbowed me in the side as I went by, “Don’t be cute. You’re crap at it and Takumi’s on the edge of a nervous breakdown already.”

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RAHU

A DEEP DIVE

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(Some of my information that I have shared here has been discussed in my previous posts but you can look at this post as collection of all those informations connected to Rahu)

(This post is quite LONG also like a conversation to you guys so I'm not always on the topic. I talk about things connecting to eachother but trust they aren't boring. So please save if for later.)

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Bad, Evil, Rachet, Trickster, Fear Inducing, Horrible, Downfalls, Extreme and Obsession.

Are some of the words that are always in Synonym with Rahu.

Why's that?

(Also I'm gonna refer to Rahu as Him because that's how I connect with him)

Rahu has always been this feared shadow planet. This evil entity that everyone runs away from. Specially in India, if an astrologer says "Your Rahu Dasha is coming up"

The first reaction of anybody would be "wait..am I doomed?"

Why did this image of Rahu took place in the first place?

Well, we gotta look back to early days. When Sages had attached Particular meanings to "Good" and "Bad".

Materialism was looked down upon, while Spirituality was always seen as the "Goal" of life. Rahu being a significator of Materialism hence was given a bad image.

And ofc , as years passes on so does an information. But in an exaggerated form. We humans do have a tendency to exaggerate information EVEN UNKNOWINGLY. We all have our own form of Information and spice to it, and we pass it.

Even if Rahu was seen as mildly malefic and bad in early days. I wouldnt doubt that over the years he had his bad rep spread across even in more exaggerated fashion.

That being said, coming to the current status. Rahu is extremely feared. And at times some astrologers would even charge their clients more out of this misguided fear they have about Rahu.

I also want to discuss how many astrologers also suggest to undertake certain Poojas (worshipping practices) to give Shanti to the planets. Meaning, to Calm down/or give peace to the Planets. So that they give "positive" results and erase the "bad" results.

I want to make a REQUEST. If you ever see an astrologer suggesting you to undertake any worshipping practices to "Calm" down your malefic Planets. -- DONT.

(I see such practices taking place for Saturn and Rahu alot..)

The calming process would not only calm down the bad effects but also the good ones. Putting the planet into a sleep like state and almost invisible in its work towards you.

Rather make active changes in your life style. Yes. Making changes in your lifestyle can help you LOADS. I hope you understand that it's not just planets effecting you. BUT YOU effecting the planets back too and direct how they act towards you. The energies are in constant communication. Its NOT one way.

For example, if you want to make your Saturn be better. Make a routine, Help others, Give food to the need, Take care of your Hair. Etc.

This can change Saturn's energy towards you and make him work in favour of you for the best.

Coming back to Rahu-!

Rahu is this mobile phone that you are holding right now. Rahu is the internet that's letting you access this page you are on. Rahu is the building you are in right now. Rahu is those highrise towers, Rahu is those bridges. Rahu is this constant curiosity, if directed right EXPLODES in success and is constantly breaking boundaries. Rahu is "Development".

A planet that works like a signifier for all those things that are literal achievements for us as humankind happens to be the most feared of all. Ironic? Isnt it?.

Weirdly also Saturn, which is quite opposite to Rahu's "breaking boundaries" kinda deal is also feared. We seem to be hating on two extremes, I mean that's good, but ironically we humans are always on the extremes ourselves.

(Just a thought)

Anyways..

If I begin to start with what Rahu is in one word. That would be "Teen"

Rahu is legit a Teen. It's a Teen that needs direction. An excited Teen that is explosive in his expressions. Gives back what you give him. Rebels when he feels like it. Is funny in nature. But can give fruitful results if directed towards right.

Rahu is neither good or bad. Rahu is an energy that walks according to YOU. Yes, your chart will determine how this little Teen will work in your life but,. But. Hey. Dont forget it's not one way. Rahu is in communication with you. You can redirect his energy in better direction, honestly.

Rahu is very progressive and is a very energetic/jumpy(?) energy. Hence it needs constant channeling in some way or the other. Restlessness can be quite common when in Rahu Mahadasha or Anatardasha, often you'll think about "I wanna do something" "i wanna start something" "I wanna invest somehwere" "I wanna travel pls take me somehwere". This is quite common. But because of this constant push from rahu for doing something people who are quite lost in life and struggle in decision making can direct his energy towards tricky things, you need to know how to control his energy in such situations. Overindulgence is very common, investing too much in stocks without much of thoughts into it and drug addiction can be common too.

Rahu is ruler of foreign. Stagnation is something rahu might run away from. So trying out new things, new activities (WITH GUIDANCE and RIGHT KNOWING) is a must done thing. He loves progressiveness.

To balance Rahu you need to focus on Ketu. I cant stress on this enough. This is similar to what you must've heard about your SN and NN (your nodes). Becoming spiritual helps Rahu to not totally lose its energy in one way. Passing it to over to Ketu a bit can help create a balance in your rahu.

People with Rahu and Ketu prominent in their charts. Have big dreamy eyes, they are hypnotic in sense. It's like they'd suck you in. Why is that?

It's because expansiveness of these planets. These peoples also happen have big plump lips and very feminine like features to them. Because, Rahu is feminine in nature.

This is something I recently came across on how Rahu is instead very feminine and expresses itself in very very feminine fashion, Taurus and Libra vibes honestly. Its love for beauty, fashion, materialistic things, money speaks for itself . And honestly can be called as sister planet to Venus here.

(EXPECT AN ENTIRE UPCOMING POST ON THIS, I'll explain how Rahu-Venus Nakshatra individuals had alot to do with Art together and how the relations are made)

Heading on..

Rahu has sense of duality, as I just channeled, Rahu is very experimental and doesn't like to fit in "one" thing. He plays around with his energies and often I believe is why someone's Rahu aspecting 7th house, or having connection to 7th lord or prominent in Navamsha makes them someone who is most likely to be part of LGBTQ+ and date foreigners, or if uncontrolled/badly aspected these people can also fall into dating alot of people and as well as having obsessive tendencies in/with relationships and can also result in cheating or being cheated.

Hence why Rahu does amazing with Mercury (planet known for its duality and also a representative half man/half woman, falling in between and not falling in particular term)

Rahu with Mercury becomes this intellectual that understands this world quite well. And hence know how to manipulate things into their favour for good. I've noticed North node/Rahu in Gemini are such??? Good??? Dual Players??? They are some very good diplomats. But this can go extreme in bad if their mercury energy is not channelized well. Mercury is a trickster and so Is Rahu hence entire situation CAN be tricky ahah-

But if you guys also have Mercury and Rahu in gemini sitting Haha.. I guess you'll be quite successful if you take right directions. coughs BUSSINESSMEN cought

This brings me to the fact that Rahu takes on the energy of the planet its sitting in with and explodes it. The planets its sitting in with hopefully should be in good condition itself. Hence Rahu is best preferred if it's sitting alone. Abd specially in the basis of fame, Rahu alone is best preferred.

Rahu-Sun and the Degree games.

Rahu with sun becomes tricky honestly. Eclipse. You see? Rahu's a Shadow planet, so conjuncting planet like Sun SPECIALLY within 6 degrees, its said that the Sun is now eclipsed by the Rahu's Shadow. (Lunar Eclipse is associated but Ketu and Solar, by Rahu) Mhm, but there is a degree play here for it to be ACTUALLY eclipsing the planet. We all are aware that Rahu and Ketu or the Nodes are ALWAYS in retrograde. Meaning they travel backwards than other planets, so seeing that. Let's say your Sun is at, um 18°. And your Rahu is at let's say 19°. The conjunction is close yup, but you see here Rahu is REACHING the sun. I mean Rahu goes backwards right, so when it Reaches the sun. It can be said that the Eclipse is happening. Meaning, Rahu now is putting a shadow on Sun, hence issues with Father, distance with father, identity issues? Issues with law can hover around.

BUT! If your Rahu is at 17° it means that it has now CROSSED the Sun, so the eclipse is NOT occurring. Meaning now Rahu is going to explode Sun's characteristics and Support it as it's NOT hindering Sun's shine anymore. And hence the "Negative" effects of Rahu wont be seen as Rahu's shadow has CROSSED the sun and isn't effecting it anymore. But instead is affecting it quite positively. Rahu working as an exploser and also quite dominant planet now as it's at the "lower" degree. (To clarify I've said before, that planets that are at lower degree are dominant in the conjunction and has more of a say in the behaviours/outcome of that conjunction) but dont forget, Rahu is STILL following Sun's footsteps.

And also by "Negative" effects of Rahu, I by no means mean to say that Rahu possess natural negative effects. I'm just saying Rahu is shadowing and hindering Sun's shine.

Ways you can positively direct Rahu

(ima just copy paste from my previous post and add more BECAUSE ITS 3AM PLS) THE POST .

🖤 0% VERBAL ABUSE, look not gonna lie idk what it is but I've already explained Mercury and Rahu's connection and how similar they are. Rahu also likes the energy of Gemini, i believe he just likes to not mess with things his fav sign represents LMAO jokes apart but stop with bad tongue or your Rahu gonna not direct itself well it, turns his energy wayyyy off.

🖤 Have your Sun "eclipsing" your Rahu?, Got a remedy for you. If you feel like you have issues with your father figure/authority. Try understanding their perspective at some point. I know that's hard, but just "Trying" can give out a positive engery ATLEAST from your side.

🖤 KEEP YOUR TOILETS CLEAN -

🖤 Dont wear torn shoes and stuff like that disturbs your Rahu as well as Saturn's flow in your life.

🖤 Surroundings should be clean, As I said Rahu explodes the energy. And there is a constant communication. You create energy of messiness in your room, rahu gives back more messiness in your surroundings in general.

🖤 Following other people's advices during rahu can be beneficiary. Also of people who you trust, like mom and dad or anybody older in age.

🖤 Not thinking before actions (Look , Rahu is a trickster. He sometimes likes to trick you for test purposes only so you can grow and be stronger. Now its up to you if you dont think through things and or fall for his tricks)

🖤Traveling Empowers your Rahu. He loves the energy of it. No you dont gotta travel abroad (Though he will create circumstances for you to travel again and again if your positions in chart agree to it). But only if you just go around the block and meet new people,if not that, study about different cultures and so and different things that’s outside your comfort zone.

🖤 Feed Cats,Take care of them or if you love Cats just get one😭. But feed some here and there if you find any. Rahu rules Cats. Ketu Rules the Dogs. Feeding Dogs during Ketu’s dasha helps. Take care of them.

🖤 Be spiritual and Nice to others. Rahu is materialistic but you also gotta balance that Ketu to balance both of their energy as whole or else you just gonna get sucked in to only one way.

🦚 GREAT REMEDY FOR RAHU IS ALSO PEACOCK FEATHER 🦚

Examples..

🦚If you have Rahu in first, touch your body with a peacock feather 7 times.

🦚If you have in 3rd, Keep it in your office or so.

🦚If in 2nd, keep it your money area.

🦚If in 4th, keep in your house in general. Etc.

I hope through this post, I was able to clear some misconceptions and confusions about our shadow teen, Rahu and also If you have any stories, thoughts etc to share, comment below to let me know I'd love to hear all of your sides.I am so grateful for all your support. I love you guys. Bless your hearts.

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● Please remember that everything matters. Thus, planets aspecting definetly play a role on how certain things may play out in life

● Debilitations upon planets happen! (Definitely know this upon personal experience and my mothers chart)

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⭐ People with a lot of squares in their chart don't give up easily

⭐ When their's 3 siblings, 2 tend to have their charts very alike while the 3rd sibling have theirs a lot more different

⭐ Venus in Ascendant usually have round heads or just softer proportioned bodies in general (besides seeing other people I can confirm I do too)

⭐ Sun in 5th gives an overabundance of creativity/luck in arts, also energy and activeness can be seen from this as well

⭐ Sun/Neptune aspects give big imaginations and psychic gifts

⭐ Having grand trines can make someone lazy about their gifts and take advantage of them. Because they take these blessings for granted they may not use them to their full capacity

⭐ 9th/12th house with planets could dream about travelling to foreign places or just to adventure in general

⭐ Uranus Trine/Conjunct Ascendant could love styles such as grunge, cosplay, pastel goth, soft girl, indie, etc

⭐ Uranus/Venus/Neptune/Pluto aspect Ascendant have been known to sometimes get plastic surgery or do things such as wear colored eye contact lenses, dye their hair vibrant colors, tattoos

⭐ Positive Jupiter aspects can be quite hopeful/optimistic about their future unless other harsher aspects say otherwise

⭐ Pisces Ascendant eyes aren't really intense, but shine and look starry? And if not physically then they still make you go "awwe" Their eyes remind me of a shy deer (Remember Lucy from Tinker Bell a long time ago? Pisces rising reminds me of her a lot too)

⭐ I've seen a lot of Pisces risings with thin/average sized lips or their lower lip is bigger

⭐ Saturn in the 8th house can block sexual drive. Also it can make someone a skeptic in things like astrology or ghosts. It might take them more time to open up to it 😕

⭐ Lots of dancers or entertainers have Pisces in their 10th house/MC

⭐ People can grow out of their ascendant energy once they grow up

⭐ Typically based on Verdic Astrology the natal chart is only active until you get married or you hit the age of 36. Then, your D9/Navamsa chart is activated and this chart shows your newer more developed placements

⭐ Virgo + Libra in the big 3 remind me of flowers in a field while the suns setting 🌻🌼🌺🌹🌷🌸💐 🥺

⭐ The D9/Navamsa chart shows your life after marriage + married life in general or when you turn 36. It's a matured you. (That doesn't totally throw away your original natal chart though! That one is the most important one since it's the one you were born with. It's your biggest life blueprint)

⭐ Divisional charts in Verdic Astrology get into more detail. D10 Career chart, D2 Money chart... etc

⭐ Scorpio + Aries in the big 3 can give such scary death glares 💀 Don't kill me

⭐ Don't EVER touch a Virgo dominants sketch book, in fact, don't even think about it. They like things where they kept them I almost died

⭐ Virgo placements love animals sooo so much. I've noticed how some of them will have exotic pets like reptiles and such

⭐ Dashas in Verdic Astrology are periods of your life. I am about to end my Rahu/Northnode dasha and enter my Jupiter dasha in December 😃

⭐ Aquarius/Uranus in the 12th may have bizarre dreams while Aries/Mars have a chance of getting nightmares more easily than others

⭐ Water signs remember their dreams easier and Air signs either do or they don't

⭐ Not gonna lie, if you have the same zodiac in the big 3, I will classify you as that zodiac itself and see the other zodiacs in the other planets as behind the scenes. I have a bad habit of this because they exude so much energy of that sign at that point 😭

⭐ Scorpio/Pluto/Lilith dominants enjoy being known as mysterious 😏

Have an amazing day ! 💛

Now 😡

Or I will take away your birthchart 😃

#virgo sign #scorpio #aries #libra sign #pisces #astrology observations #astrology #astro notes #zodiac #planets #navamsa #astro observations #pisces rising #astrovations #astrovation

[chishiyas-wig]

The Owl House x Amphibia fans, gather up cuz I got an AU for you

And I’m gunna explain the AU 

So for actual context, you’d have to read the fic I wrote  thanks to @mythicandco  @samael-i-am @pageofheartdj for co writing

I’ll start off with AU details (please read the fic if you haven’t) And if you have any questions, my asks are open

-Hunter and Marcy Theatre Kid AU (that one AU where Marcy somewhat redeems Hunter and then they go become theatre kids together and save everyone but only after commiting some crimes eg; arson) aka HMTK AU-

-Marcy doesn’t get stabbed

-Dasha

-happens right after Eclipse Lake

-Hunter’s 14 here because I felt like it would be better if he and Marcy had only a one year age difference

-fic has gore

-it has angst

-it has awkwardness

-then there’s their birbs, Joe Sparrow and Flapjack

-if you’re gunna read this fic you better prepare for 2 angsty dramatic hopeless teenagers having awkward angsty conversations

-heheh manipulation go brrr

-Hunter and Marcy have a cousin dynamic and you can’t change my mind

-ooh what if they dye their hair together (1 dark magenta streak for Hunter, and 2 streaks of green for Marcy, one dark green and the other a bit lighter) it’d be so cute

-tw; blood

-tw; self harm

-tw; gore

-any ships in the fic? probably not

That’s basically about it for details, I might add more to this later

I created this AU because I was like, they’re both so dramatic and angsty and awkward, they would be friends. Then it popped into my head that theatre kids exist. So I was like “yay an AU where they can be happy together with their birbs and they’re both nerds, so yeee”. Long story short, I talked about it in my Hunter Appreciation discord server, and people told me to write it. I got some motivation when I got some co writers. I’ve started writing a few days ago and we’re making good progress so new chapters of the fic are to be expected every week. On tumblr, I will write random drabbles about this AU if I get the time and motivation. Maybe I might find someone to do AU art for me. If anyone wants to, feel free to do it but @ me if you do

But besides all that I appreciate if you’ve read this whole post thank you my asks and DMs are open and my discord username and tag is:

❖Vicki-toria-Kristal❖#6150

join my server: https://discord.gg/T9yp6VnnWK

ya’ll better appreciate this post, I spent so long typing out all this /j

#the owl house #toh #amphibia #toh x amphibia #toh fic #the owl house fanfic #amphibia fanfic #amphibia fic #toh hunter #amphibia marcy #dasha #amphibia sasha #amphibia anne #toh flapjack #amphibia joe sparrow #toh kikimora #toh belos #fanfic #discord #discord server #au #au explanation #hunter and marcy theatre kid au #hmtk au #nerds with birds

[devizakura]

Pre-relationship arc - Dasha's story - First meeting pt. 2

[Part 1] [DARIYA MASTERPOST]

Colorcoding dialogues is a uniquely ADHD urge, don't mind me 😩

I'm putting like 2/3 of the fic under a read more bc this part is a bit long.

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Dariya jolted awake, looking around frantically. "Wuh- Where am I?!"

She managed to get a glimpse of her surroundings - a small wooden room dimly lit by a bedside lamp, and a white-haired young man kneeling beside the bed - before a rippling pain spread throughout her entire body.

" ... Ougghhhh."

The man sprang up and hovered his palms before her shoulders. "Lie down, friend. Do not overexert yourself." He pushed gently, barely brushing her skin, making her oblige, then went back to sitting on his legs beside the bed.

"Everything hurts..." she groaned.

"I know, I know" the stranger's voice turned into a comforting semi-whisper "which is why it's better for you to rest. Can you move your left hand?"

Dariya turned her attention to her now bandaged hand, the same one that took the majority of the blow, and tried wiggling her fingers. She then looked back at her companion. "I guess, though it's a bit stiff."

He gave her a nod, closing his eyes and proceeding to stroke his chin, lost in thought. "Hm, that's to be expected. You took quite a hit, it's likely to be swollen..."

"So, um... Gee, what's your name again?"

"Kazuha. My name is Kaedehara Kazuha." He opened his eyes, looking straight into her own. A cheeky smile crept upon his face "Although, pretty boy can suffice."

Dasha turned red as a tomato. "Ah, sorry about that, I wasn't quite myself." She then jolted upright once again "I-I MEAN, IT'S NOT LIKE YOU'RE NOT PRETTY, YOU ARE, I JUST- I'M NOT TYPICALLY THIS FORWARD-"

Her rambling was interrupted by Kazuha's laughter. Long, uncontrollable laughter. Baffled, she plopped back down and hid her face under the duvet in fear of her cheeks burning even more than they already were.

He took a deep inhale to calm down and wiped a tear that had formed in his eye. "Relax," he said, a hint of amusement still ringing in his voice. "I like people who speak their mind freely. It's hardly a quality to be ashamed of. Now, I believe you have yet to tell me your name."

"Dariya." She peeked from underneath the covers, still a bit red. "You can call me Dasha. Why are you here with me anyway?"

"Oh, captain Beidou asked me to keep an eye on you, make sure you're safe" he shifted his position, propping his arms up against the edge of the bed and cupping his face in his left hand. "You know, Dasha, you gave us quite a scare, though I suppose what you've done wasn't without reason. I feel a yearning in your heart. If you don't mind me asking, what is that about?"

"Ah, it's a long story, I would bore you to death."

"I have time" he hummed, looking at her expectantly. "Burdens of the heart are easier to bear if you have someone to carry them with."

She let out a deep sigh. It wouldn't hurt to share, would it?

And so, she told him how much she hated living in Snezhnaya.

How cold it was. How the sun would barely ever come out, leaving her fatigued for days at a time.

How she couldn't even use her newly acquired Hydro vision without it freezing, that being her final push to leave.

How overtaken by joy she was, for the first time, to see such a big body of water that wasn't frozen and how she couldn't stop herself from running in.

Day by day, their talks would continue.

..."What do you like to eat?"...

..."Want to hear a song I wrote?"...

..."What about your family?"

"They're... They're out there alright."

She didn't like to talk about that, and Kazuha wouldn't push her.

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"So... I guess this is it, huh." Dasha couldn't help but stare at her feet and the pier under them, not daring to look her new friend in the eye.

"I suppose so." Kazuha managed to appear more composed, but paying attention to how his voice wavered, one could tell it was a hard goodbye for him too. "You've healed, and now your journey shall start anew, but please know that I'll carry the memories of our time together in my heart, and if fate allows us to meet again-"

"Okay, cut the crap" Beidou chimed in. "You're saying all that as if she's banished forever! And in fact" - she turned to face the girl, sending her a wide toothy grin - "you are more than welcome to visit as often as you'd like."

"I am?"

"Damn right you are!" Beidou exclaimed, putting her arm around Dasha's shoulders to draw her in closer.

Dasha turned her attention to Kazuha. "So... see you in two days?"

He smiled warmly "I will be looking forward to that day."

#genshin impact #kaedehara kazuha #beidou #beidou genshin impact #kazuha genshin impact #oc #genshin impact oc #dariya genshin oc #kazuriya #genshin selfship #kazuha x oc #oc x cc #oc x canon #selfship #devi's art #fanfic #short fanfic

[im-no-jedi]

My Life With The Bad Batch

aka a journey into my self insert nonsense✨

notes: I created a few new planets for this story. I’m also not 100% versed in SW terminology, so forgive me if some things are labeled incorrectly! each chapter will be rated accordingly, as opposed to the overall fic. lastly, there is romance in this story (spoiler alert: this chapter has some 👀). hope you enjoy! 💙

Chapter 9, 2000+ words, rated G (tis nothing but fluff this time🌸)

previous chapters: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8

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Hannah’s chest was pounding. Despite everything Dasha and Nadiri had taught her, she still felt like she wasn’t ready. There were specific reasons she never applied for any food service positions back on Astreon, mostly related to her anxiety and self-doubts. But she had put herself in this position, and she knew it. She felt like she deserved it for all the trouble she had caused for Hunter and the rest of the Bad Batch. As long as they were safe and happy, that’s all she cared about. She was doing this for them, and that alone helped motivate her to do what she needed to do. Even if that meant working as a knockoff sexy waitress in a high-end fancy restaurant.

“Now remember what we told you,” Nadiri said as she was fluffing up Hannah’s hair a bit. “Just act natural, hold your head high, and for stars’ sakes, do not accept any handouts from anybody.”

“She’s going to be fine,” Dasha added, shooing Nadiri away. “She’s got this. Right, sweetheart?”

Hannah nodded. It was hard to stay nervous with her new lady friends encouraging her so much. Taking a deep breath, she did as Nadiri said and held her head high as she stepped out into the main area of the restaurant. She could still hear Nadiri shouting out encouragements to her as she walked away, and it made her giggle. Everything was going to be just fine... she hoped.

After being given a quick rundown of what tables she was serving by one of the other staff members, Hannah gathered up all her courage and began heading to the first table. She could feel her chest pounding again as she approached, but took a few deep breaths along the way to calm herself. “Remember who you’re doing this for,” she told herself. She took one last deep breath before finally addressing the people at the table. “Hello, welcome to the Prism Palace, what can I get—Omega??”  

Hannah’s eyes practically bugged out of her head. Sitting at the table was the familiar sight of her sweet little friend from the Bad Batch, along with who appeared to be Tech in a fancy suit and bowtie. She didn’t immediately recognize the other two standing nearby, but one of them was a human sized droid with a familiar looking scomp arm, while the other was a tall, muscular figure in dark clothes who was vaguely Wrecker shaped.

Omega immediately gasped at the sight of her friend. She exclaimed Hannah’s name and hopped off her seat, giving her friend the biggest hug ever. 

“Well, we no longer need to look for Hannah,” Tech said to the others. 

The Wrecker shaped man, who was indeed Wrecker, lifted the mask off his face to get a better look at the sparkly, fancy-dressed Hannah. “Wow... that’s... a lot of glitter...”

Hannah was both dumbfounded and overjoyed. “What are you guys doing here?”

“We’re here for you, of course,” Tech replied with a smile.

“Me?” Hannah exclaimed.

“Yeah, we’re here to bust you out!” Wrecker added.

Hannah could barely contain herself. “You guys...” She shook her head, holding back tears. “You shouldn’t be here. And I... I have to stay.”

“You can’t,” Omega said, her eyes pleading at Hannah. “Someone is after you.”

“What?” Hannah exclaimed again. “Who?”

“We don’t know,” Echo replied. “We’re still trying to figure that out. Hunter’s scoping the place right now.”

Just hearing that Hunter was there too made Hannah’s heart explode. She didn’t know how to respond to all of this information. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see one of the security guards approaching, doing his normal rounds. “Quick,” she half-whispered to the others. “Pretend like you’re ordering something!”

Tech quickly adjusted his goggles and began franticly looking over the menu. “Mmm, ahh, yes, I uhh, I believe I will try the uhh... how do you pronounce this?” He pointed to a section of the menu and showed it to Hannah. 

Her gaze flitted between the menu and the approaching guard. “Umm, I’m not sure actually, I’ll have to ask the chef,” she responded with a nervous laugh.

“Well, I’m going to try it regardless.” Tech turned his attention to Omega. “What about you, dear?”

Omega pretended to think for a moment. “I’ll have whatever you’re having!”

“Very well. Two orders of the unpronounceable dish, please.” Tech handed the menus back to Hannah. Still keeping an eye on the guard, Hannah asked if there was anything else she could get them. “No, that’s alright,” Tech responded. “I already have one of my men getting drinks at the bar.” He gave Hannah a hard look, which she understood and nodded in reply. She lingered for only a moment longer, not wanting to leave her friends yet, before bowing to all of them and heading back to the kitchen.

Once the guard had passed by, Tech discreetly pulled his comm device out and spoke into it. “We have located Hannah and are sending her your way to explain the situation.”

“Copy that,” Hunter’s voice came back through the device. “Stay there. Will let you know when I’ve seen her.”

“Well, you heard that,” Tech said to the others as he put the device away. “We’re not out of this quite yet. Hopefully, Hunter figures something out before too late.” Everyone else around the table silently agreed with him.

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On her way to the kitchen, Hannah was discreetly looking around for anyone that resembled Hunter, but to no avail. She wasn’t sure what to do and just kind of wandered around for a bit between the kitchen and the bar, hoping that none of the other staff members would question her.  

Eventually, Hannah thought she heard someone say her name and went looking for the source. As she passed by one of the supply rooms, she suddenly felt someone grab her by the arm and gasped loudly, but was promptly shushed by a dark clothed figure wearing a mask similar to Wrecker’s. 

“Hannah, it’s me,” the figure said, pulling their mask off to reveal an all too familiar man with a skull tattoo on the left half of his face.

“Hunter!” Hannah quietly exclaimed. Her heart once again exploded with joy at seeing him again, and she showed it on her face. Hunter returned the look, equally happy to see her again too. 

“You alright?” he asked, keeping the grip on her arm. His answer came in the form of Hannah throwing her arms around his neck in a tight squeeze. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said with a chuckle.

After hugging him for a moment, Hannah let go and pulled away sheepishly, her face massively blushing. “Sorry...”

“It’s fine,” Hunter replied, an equally sheepish look on his face. “I’m... glad to see you again too.”

Hannah took a moment to relish in this information before shaking herself back to reality. “What’s going on? Omega said something about someone being after me? What the heck?” 

Hunter quickly explained about the hooded figure that had been following them earlier that day, and how they learned that someone was after something in Hannah’s bag, the same data rod that the Bad Batch had been sent to find as well. 

“Wow, that’s ironic,” Hannah commented. In her mind, she started thinking about the idea of fate and destiny and all that, but naturally kept that to herself.

Hunter then asked where Hannah’s bag was, which she replied that it had been left in the changing room with her normal clothes. 

“You won’t be able to get back there though,” she told him. “The doors and hallways are all heavily guarded.”

“I know,” Hunter said with a sigh. “And I’m not even sure all these guards are working for Irridas either.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, everything’s weird around here right now.”

Hannah chuckled sarcastically. “It’s always been weird here, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

A smirk grew on Hunter’s face, and he shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Nice to see they haven’t worked the snark out of you yet. But seriously, one of us has gotta get back to that room before someone else does. I’ve been trying to think of some sort of distraction that’ll get Irridas and the guards’ attention, but I honestly don’t know what that guy would find distracting.”

“I’m not sure either...” Hannah thought for a moment. “I’ll figure something out. You guys just focus on getting my bag, let me handle the distraction.”

“Hannah...” Hunter sighed and shook his head, but Hannah shushed him. 

“No, I don’t wanna hear it, Hunter. This is my problem too, and I want to help.” 

The sincere and determined look on her face was all Hunter needed to relent. “Alright, I’ll trust you. Just don’t do anything dangerous.”

Hannah scoffed. “Me? Dangerous? Do you even know me, Mister Vigilance?”

“I do. I meant what I said.” He gave Hannah a look-over, admiring the form-fitting black dress she wore with slyness in his eyes. “Especially since you’re dressed like that.”

Hannah didn’t know whether to smack him or kiss him from that statement. She very much wanted to do both, but instead scrunched her face at him and promptly shoved him out of the supply room with a flustered huff. “Just get outta here, you dork...”  

A cheeky smirk was on his face as Hunter pulled the mask back on, and he lingered for only a moment before heading back to the main area of the restaurant. Hannah watched him leave, wishing the moment could’ve lasted longer, but knowing that they both had a job to do. At least, this time, she knew she would see him again.

With a determined huff, Hannah began making her way back into the restaurant as well. Along the way, she was quickly trying to come up with some sort of idea for a distraction. She eventually realized that the task was too difficult to deal with on her own, so she quickly went looking for her fellow waitress friends. She spotted Dasha first, who had just finished carrying some dishes back to the kitchen. Hannah discreetly got her Twi’lek friend’s attention and pulled her off to the side to explain the situation.

“Is everything alright?” Dasha asked, seeing the slight panic in Hannah’s eyes.

“Uhh, sort of?” Hannah responded. “I’m fine, for now... I think. I don’t know. Umm... my friends are here? To rescue me apparently?” 

Dasha gasped softly. “Oh my goodness, that’s so sweet!” she said, placing a hand on her chest.

“What are you two gossiping about?” Nadiri’s voice came from behind both of them. 

Dasha pulled the Zabrak woman over, saying, “Hannah’s friends are here to rescue her!” 

Nadiri gasped dramatically. “Really? Where? Where are they?”

Hannah could barely hold back a laugh at seeing the two of them get so excited. She scanned the area for the table where the Bad Batch was seated and pointed it out once she spotted them. 

Nadiri placed a hand on her chest, clearly admiring the view. “Now those are some men, if I ever saw any. Oh you lucky thing...” She began fanning herself, which made Hannah laugh.

As quickly as possible, Hannah explained how someone was trying to steal her bag and how she needed a distraction so one of the Bad Batch could get the bag instead. She also mentioned how Hunter thought something was going on with the security, which Dasha agreed with. 

“There’s not normally this many guards here,” Dasha told her. “Someone else must have brought in their own men to pose as our guards.”

“Well, that should make the distraction much easier to deal with,” Nadiri pointed out. “It’s Irridas who’ll be the problem. Hardly anything distracts that man, he’s very focused.”

“Hmm, I don’t know,” Dasha said. “He seemed pretty enthralled by that performance you put on a couple months ago.” 

Nadiri laughed proudly and placed a hand on her hip. “Yes, I did put on a good show, didn’t I? If nothing else, Irridas knows a good performer when he sees one.”

Hearing this, Hannah’s gaze drifted over to the stage, where the band was still playing. The musicians seemed to just be finishing up, as the song they were playing ended and they all began to exit the stage. “A performance, huh...” Hannah turned back to the others with determination in her eyes. “Can you girls get me in contact with the band? I think I have an idea.” 

#the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #I'm back babyyyyyyy #I didn't even realize I wasn't in the previous chapter at all hahaha #also I'm channeling all of my thirst through Nadiri; I'm not sorry #she is the collective embodiment of the fandom ok #I know what I’m doing 😂 #star warz #my storiez

[coupsnim]

Here’s another ask game for caratblr! Assign your moots as seventeen comeback aesthetics (can include solos, OSTs, collabs, Japanese comebacks, etc) and say why you associate them with that aesthetic! Some can overlap too!

 this was harder and took me way more than expected ahah I decided to go through svt mvs and see if they reminded me of my mutuals, but there are a few songs that I couldn’t associate with anyone so I left them out 🙈

🌼 adore u ~ chey @soonhoonsol ↳ chey is one of the first people that I followed (and probably my first mutual) but this is not the only reason why I associate her with adore u. the song is fun and has a youthful vibe, which reminds me of her, but in the mv we also see a lot of scenes that are not linked to one another and that made me think of chey’s various interests and groups she likes ahah and of course adore u has a special place in every carat’s heart and so does chey (at least here on tumblr ahah)

🌼 mansae ~ cora @ohoshi ↳ I haven’t followed cora for a very long time, but as soon as I watched mansae I thought of her. mansae has the same youthful vibe as adore u but it’s also very energetic and when it hits the chorus it puts you automatically in a good mood, and this is what happens everytime I see cora’s tags under my posts. also her creations are always colourful just like the mv and the members’ hair for this comeback ahah

🌼 pretty u ~ lyns @kyeomshine ↳ I think lyns’ style fits pretty u the best. the mv is fun but it also has a romantic vibe, like one of those coming-of-age movies, which reminds me so much of her creations. moreover, they applied a sepia tone to the mv and whenever I think of sepia I think of lyns ahah

🌼 love letter ~ lee @uriboogyu ↳ love letter is a cute and fun mv, with bright and pastel colours, so when I watched it my mind went straight to the cutest person I follow. and that person is lee. she works so hard to bring new content and to engage with other people as well, her whole blog is like a love letter to svt.

🌼 very nice ~ yza @jonghan ↳ I think aju nice reflects a lot of my mutuals’ vibe, but when I watched the mv I immediately thought of yza. it’s just her and her 13 biases ahah (I know she says she has a bias line but no one actually believes her). the colours in the mv are bright and a bit more saturated compared to previous mvs, which reminds me of her gifs, and the song is fun and upbeat, just like her personality. I think yza fits perfectly with aju nice.

🌼 healing ~ mirelle @leechaerok ↳ to be honest, I don’t need to watch the mv to associate this song to mirelle. she is just such a nice presence on my dash, I’m happy to see her even when she doesn’t post about seventeen. what I like about her is her positivite attitude, her optimism, and the fact that she always has a nice word for everyone. every time I see one of her posts, I immediately feel at ease.

🌼 boomboom ~ emily @iiasha ↳ there are two main reasons why I thought of emily while watching boomboom: jun looks amazing and there’s a lot of technology involved ahah also the video starts out mysterious but then turns out to be funny and a bit silly (and super cool if we include the choreography) and I think this describes exactly how I see emily ahah

🌼 don’t wanna cry ~ carrie @art-hao ↳ don’t wanna cry is one of my favourite mv and I think it matches perfectly with carrie’s style. it’s simple but impactful, and the colour palette and colour grading are gorgeous and well thought in every scene, just like every single creation carrie has posted on tumblr.

🌼 change up ~ zai @icecreamscxups ↳ I don’t really know, maybe it’s because of her change up gifsets, but I immediately thought of zai as soon as I clicked on the mv. I just get change up vibes from her ahah

🌼 habit ~ oona @vernons ↳ oona is a quiet and peaceful but constant presence on my dashboard, she’s seems chill and I like when she shares her other interests outside seventeen. she’s that calm mutual who creates the perfect balance with the more chaotic ones, that’s why I associate her with habit.

🌼 clap ~ dasha @smallkore ↳ clap is a really creative and fun mv and I immediately associated it with all dasha’s gfx. she is one of my favourite content creator, all her ideas are so original and well executed, just like clap mv. I hope she’ll come back soon because I really miss her content!

🌼 thanks ~ kale @choibeomgyus ↳ thanks is another one of my favourite mv, I really love the storyline and the atmosphere. I actually don’t know why I thought of kale as I watched it, but I think her style (which I adore) fits with thanks general vibe.

🌼 just do it ~ isa @kwanies ↳ just do it doesn’t really have an official mv, but I still wanted to include it because I think the lyrics are perfect for isa! I can’t really explain further, as I don’t really know her, but that’s the vibe I get from her ahah

🌼 oh my ~ sofi @scoups ↳ the first thing I associate with oh my is summer, and that’s something that reminds me of sofi’s aesthetic as well. seeing her colourful and bright posts makes me as happy as listening to oh my!

🌼 holiday ~ sarah @dkymm ↳ another song that is perfect for summer (and one of my favourite song ever). I think that sarah fits holiday‘s concept the best, even though I can’t really explain why. maybe it’s because I associate dokyeom stan with bright songs, or maybe it’s just the vibe I get from her, laid back and funny without trying too hard.

🌼 home ~ genesis @shineesbag ↳ I don’t think home concept fits genesis, but she’s still the first person that I thought of when I watched the mv. she’s the only one out of all my mutuals that follows all my blogs (thank you!) and we like more or less the same groups/people, so I just feel really comfortable when I see her on my dash (although we never actually talked). she’s a reassuring presence on my dash and one of my favourite blogs, just like home is one of my favoutie songs.

🌼 hit ~ anna @haniehae ↳ the reason why I associate anna with hit is quite obvious: anna is a dancer and hit has probably the hardest choreography. at first I thought that she would fit don’t wanna cry as well, since the choreography for that song is amazing, but I also feel that hit reflects more her style. I have two left feet, so I admire people that can dance, and anna dances very well!

🌼 fallin’ flower ~ célia @delicatecy and mary @efflorescing-mary ↳ the first person I associate with my all time favourite svt concept is célia (who is the first person I followed on this blog). her style is so elegant, so classy, so (as her url says) delicate. I love it as much as I love fallin’ flower, she is one of my favourite content creator and although she’s not active, I sometimes go on her blog to have a look at all her masterpieces. ↳ the second person I associate with this concept is mary. fallin’ flower is pure poetry, so of course it reminds me of her and her poems!

🌼 snap shoot ~ rhys @heartgyus ↳ me and rhys have been mutuals for less than a month, so I can’t say that I really know her. but I often see her on my dash and I think her personality fits snap shoot, both the song and the mv. also since the video was made by mingyu, my mind probably made a link between the two ahah

🌼 my my ~ maddie @kyeomblr ↳ another personal favourite, my my is a cute and bright song with a cute and bright mv. as I said, I tend to associate dokyeom stan to this kind of songs and I think this concept fits maddie! (I saw it was your birthday yesterday, so happy belated birthday!)

🌼 left and right ~ dreamy @scoupsy ↳ as soon as I watched left and right, dreamy was the first person that came to my mind. not only the concept reminds me of her style, but the song reflects her personality too I think. also left and right is coups’ first comeback after hiatus, so it holds a special place in my heart.

🌼 24h ~ zay @dk-s ↳ zay’s style and her colouring in particular really remind me of 24h. it’s dark without being too dark (like fear, for instance) and it’s quite elegant. also black and red is a colour scheme I associate with zay in general, so the outfits svt wore in the dance scene instantly made me think of her.

🌼 side by side ~ alicia @myungho ↳ that’s cheating, I know, but there’s only one person I can associate to side by side and that’s alicia. not only because she’s the resident myungho stan on my dash, but also the mv reminds me of her witty personality!

🌼 not alone ~ belle @xuseokgyu and nele @seohoshi ↳ the first person I thought of while watching not alone is belle. she’s the most supportive mutual, she always showers me with compliments, even when I post the simplest gifset, and she always makes sure to reblog my content even if it gets 2 notes. she surely makes me feel less alone sometimes. ↳ and I associate this song to nele too for a similar reason, but it’s a more general feeling I get from her. we don’t interact much, but when I see her tags on other people’s posts as well, she’s always so supporting and she always catches the smallest details. she really makes you feel like the time you spent on your content is not wasted.

#I tried to include all of my mutuals #but there are people I don't know that well and I don't see often on my dash #so please don't get offended if you're not here #I just wasn't sure which song I should've associated with you #also this is long #I'm so sorry ahah #anyway thank you for sending me this game #it was quite fun! #ask

[dumb-little-trans-writer]

Rust and Black Thorn Trees. Chapter 1.

TW: religious themes, religious abuse, reality alteration, dissociation triggers, abusive parents

Dasha. Her parents chose this name because it implied purity. A gift from God, or Mother Miranda. And they wanted their girl to be devoted only to Mother, as a pure virgin girl. Her days consisted of being a housekeeper, always making sure her family’s house was as clean as possible, for the blessing of Mother. She hated this life. But the one time she spoke up, she was forced to pray to Mother Miranda on hot coals. At eight years old. “Please, Mama it hurts-” she begged her mother, hiccuping as her Mother forced her down on the coal. She screamed, “You will make our situation worse if you keep doing this, Mother is an all-loving being, and you dare to speak ill of her likeness?” her mother cried, fingers in her daughters long, dark brown hair. The child’s hands shook as they were in a prayer position, she sobbed, unable to think straight. However, in this child’s mind, she deserves it. I dared to speak against my creator, i deserve it, she thought. When she was nine, she decided to make offerings herself of flower crowns and rose stems. When her parents came home to their daughter praying at the altar, and a house that was cleaner than when they left it, they gave her love. And validation. This repeated cycle from birth taught Dasha that her only source of affection was from being devoted to a false God. Until she got chosen to come with Mother Miranda, on her tenth birthday. She pointed at the girl, staring in awe at her presence. “I want her.” she said. The girl was nervous. But she felt a pull to get up, almost like she was hypnotized. She turned around, and caught a glimpse of her parents for the last time. They were crying. They were happy. That was the last she saw of them when the blindfold was gently placed on her, making her blind. She felt Miranda’s cold hand touch the middle of the girl’s back, through the white calf-length dress. She walked forward, and felt so cold. It pierced through the skin and confused the girl. She heard the maternal voice of Miranda, “Take the blindfold off, my child.” she gently ordered. “Yes, Mother.” she obediently replied, fumbling with the soft fabric. The girl noticed the sterile smell in the air as she took the blindfold off. She was in a doctor’s room. The lights were uninviting and made her uneasy. Miranda sat on a stool next to what looked like a dentist’s chair, but it had straps. “I have chosen you to bear a gift, but for me to give it to you,” she paused, gesturing at the chair now wearing doctor’s attire, “you need to sit in that chair for me, can you do that, love?” Miranda asked, lovingly. “Yes, Mother.” she said, sitting in the chair. Miranda started closing the straps. first around her legs, then her torso, and then her upper body. All the girl could think about was how excited she was, A gift? What did I do to deserve a gift from Miranda? She thought. Mother pulled in a tray, with a syringe and a small jar filled with a pitch black liquid. “Mother, I hate to ask this of you, as you know what you’re doing, but what is the gift?” The girl innocently asked. When she didn’t respond, and instead cut the girls dress, revealing her stomach, she thought she had done something wrong now. “Did-Did i do something wrong, Mother?” the girl asked, slightly frantic as Miranda used a cotton ball soaked in some kind of orange liquid, and dabbed it on a specific area. It was freezing, and she started to panic. Thoughts running wild as she filled the syringe with the viscous, black liquid. Miranda paused before injecting the liquid into her abdomen, and put a hand on the child’s cheek. Gently rubbing her cheek with a thumb. She moved a lock of hair out of the girl’s face, exactly like how Mama would do to calm you down. The girl immediately relaxed, her mind going blank, looking into Mother. A small pinch on the girl’s abdomen didn’t faze her. Then the feeling of dread started as Miranda coldly injected what she knew wasn’t a gift, else she was too delusional to realize how sick this was. She finished the injection, and took out a pen and clipboard.

What..?

The girl was confused. She had complied. Why did this hurt so much..? Why was she so weak..? She started hyperventilating. She couldn’t control her body as it started convulsing. The girl’s frail body and mind went unconscious as her eyes and nose started leaking the same viscous black liquid that was injected. Miranda was quickly confused and took a sample. She smiled, for this one had potential. Normally, they don’t go unconscious, and usually the limited mental capacity starts first, along with the slight greying of the skin. She would’ve started to look like a corpse, normally. But it seems the alterations to the Cadou worked. A sample of Miranda’s DNA mixed with the Cadou seemed to change the progression in only female individuals. Miranda wondered how this would affect cross-species organ implantation. She knew that at the least, this would make the passed out girl in front of her infertile. It could eat away at her organs too. She decided to use fresh organs from a female wolf, and implant them into the girl. She only used the reproductive organs and the entirety of the digestive system from the wolf. Everything else was...unethically harvested. It was long, but successful. Dasha woke, confused, and in pain. She was now in a hospital room. It was uninviting and made a poor attempt to look comforting. Miranda walked in, seemingly proud and with her chin high when she realized the child was awake. “Mother, what did you do to me..?” she groggily whined through the throbbing pain throughout her body. “I gave you a gift. The Cadou, mixed with a part of me,” she paused, stepping closer, “you are a part of me.” she said, delusion plaguing her mind. She seemed so excited. The girl was scared. Being scared of God was a horrifying thought for a child. After the child healed, Miranda let her stay in her house. Unsettling. After Dasha settled into her new home, she would be subjected to horrifying psychological torture. The first time Miranda got in Dasha’s head, she created small illusions. She would reach out to touch a vase and it would go through her hands. Small things, to make her rely on Mother for her sense of reality. Eventually it grew to Miranda making her see her parents. Then came the reason for these tests. Miranda was priming the child for this. The child thought she was with her parents again. In the forest, at the place she loved to let her imagination run. She heard multiple growls, they overlapped each other, and she looked around, attempting to find the source. They seemed to be coming from all directions. As she turned to face her parents again, she saw three lycans mauling them. Her Mama’s arm was being torn from it’s socket. The girl felt herself growing taller, hair sprouting rapidly everywhere, and her body changed from that of a human girl, to a tall, lycan-like monstrosity. She became mindless, tearing the flesh from the lycan’s fragile bones, tearing their heads from one of their bodies, the spine with it. She tried to scream, but the only thing that came out of her was a gutteral croaking sound. Once she had used all of her rage, she felt so tired. She felt herself floating, the tall, muscular form she once had dissipating into a black mist, absorbing back into her body. She fell, with no one to catch her. Once she had regained her balance and composure, Mother would come running. The girl leaked the same viscous black liquid from every facial orifice. She started puking this liquid, and these symptoms, along with intense abdominal pain, as well as emotional mood swings, was the cost of this transformation. This cycle persisted for seven years. Until her parents were taken by Lady Dimitrescu. Presumably for feeding, and maidwork. Miranda realized she would never be able to be useful. The conditions for the transformation to occur, as well as the recovery, were unable to be used properly. So, assuming she would be dead in the forest, she told her the truth about the illusions, as well as the truth about her parents being taken, and drained of blood like pigs. And she cast her out into the wilderness at seventeen. God had now abandoned her. At first, she had the drive to attempt to save her parents. But then she realized this was done to her by the same person her parents deified. Made her do all the chores, primed her for being a nun of Mother Miranda. The people who beat her for questioning Mother’s decisions.

The God who abandoned her.

She had suffered for nothing.

A/N: i changed a bit of the canon because i really wanted to stick with my idea, dont worry, there will be spice and karl heisenberg content

#resident evil #resident evil village #karl heisenberg #karl heisenburg x reader #daddy heisenberg #self insert #oc x canon

[lafiametta]

Daughter as a Helnik one word prompt, please? 💕💕

More Wandering Isle AU, where they do, in fact, live on a farm (partially inspired by this gorgeous poem)

The sound of laughter and delighted squeals greeted him as he stepped through the kitchen door, followed by the warm aroma of yeast and cinnamon. 

Nina was standing at the counter, apron tied around her waist, and in her arms was Dasha, erupting in giggly hiccups as she pounded her tiny hands along the floury surface. White puffs emerged with each blow, billowing across both mother and child, turning the countertop—already a scene of chaos—into a wintry war zone. 

“Are you helping Mama?” Nina cooed as she bounced Dasha in her arms. “Oh, yes, that’s very good.” 

Dasha had dark hair, like her mother, but her eyes were Fjerdan blue, and each time they blinked at him it tugged at a secret place in Matthias’s heart. 

He kissed both of them on the cheek and then stepped over to the basin, eager to wash the dirt and sweat of the bright afternoon off his hands and face. 

“The southern wall looks good,” he told Nina, as he wiped a damp cloth across his forehead. “Should hold until the winter, at least.” 

Matthias had gone out after lunch, saddled up one of the ponies and ridden down to the bottom of the lower field, where their land touched Old Faolan’s. He had seen the three of them in town a few days earlier and warned Matthias that a portion of the rock wall that divided their properties was near collapse—or at least attempted to, as Matthias’s grasp of Kaelish was still rudimentary at best. Nina thankfully stepped in to translate, and then invited the old man over for tea the following afternoon for his trouble. 

“It’s his wall, too,” Matthias had grumbled in Ravkan. “Don’t see why he can’t tend to it.”

Nina smiled, a dazzling one he knew was mostly for the benefit of Old Faolan. “Good walls make good neighbors, my love,” she murmured. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you that?”

It had taken an hour or two under the warm sun for Matthias to set the wall to rights, mostly by hauling stones back into place and adding a few on top for good measure. Their sheep were wily beasts—when they were not being irrepressibly stupid—and needed few excuses to wander far from home. 

Nina wiped Dasha’s plump arms free of flour with the bottom of her apron, holding her a little tighter as the child began to squirm. “I think this one’s ready for a little nap, hmmm?” She glanced over at him expectantly. “Can you take her? I need to finish up these sweet rolls.” 

The dough had finished rising and was sitting in a bowl atop the counter—along with every other spoon, pan, and canister in the house, all of it in a state of complete disarray. Matthias, as always, held his tongue when it came to the way Nina ran her kitchen, so different from the way his mother had when he was a boy, everything spotless and in its place. This was Nina’s domain and, like Nina, it was at turns unruly and untidy and utterly brimming with love.  

Matthias took Dasha from her, feeling her warm body grow even heavier as he curled her against his chest. She was little more than a year old, on the verge of walking and talking and all those things he wanted desperately and at the same time hoped would never come. Her face nuzzled along his neck and he began to croon softly to her in Fjerdan, a worn childhood melody whose last few verses he could not fully recall. 

She was half-asleep by the time they reached the top of the stairs. 

He laid Dasha down in her wooden cradle, letting her hold two of his fingers as he watched her eyelids slowly droop and close. It was getting too small for her, he realized, and soon he would need to build something bigger, something with sides so she would not escape as easily as the sheep. The old cradle—well, perhaps it could be put away somewhere, in case they needed it again. 

Matthias wasn’t sure if Nina wanted another child. He, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to give Dasha a host of brothers and sisters, and to fill the house with the patter of their feet along the floor. In the end, he knew, it would not be up to him, but still, he hoped. Nina’s pregnancy had been difficult at times—having another heart beating inside her body had been a source of some disquiet for her—and the birth had been an ordeal neither of them wished to remember. There was also the question of Dasha: would she be Grisha, like her mother? They would not know for many years, and even though the war had been over for some time, a part of it scared Matthias, a cold hand around his heart. 

For now, though, he would let his daughter sleep, his lips pressing softly against the crown of her head before he stood to go. 

Downstairs, it smelled heavenly, even as the mess seemed to have increased in an exponential fashion. Nina was leaning over to put the last of the pans into the oven, the delectable curve of her hips on full display, wisps of dark hair curling along the back of her neck. Even half-covered in flour, her apron smeared with stains, she was completely irresistible. 

He gave her a moment to close the oven door before pressing her back against the counter. Her hands flew along the edge to steady herself, and then migrated upwards to his cheeks, holding him there as their lips met in a warm, inviting kiss. 

After a moment, they paused to breathe, Nina pulling away just long enough to take one look at him and begin laughing. She held up her hands, flour from the countertop coating her fingers—and, Matthias could only assume, his face as well. 

She shook her head, green eyes sparkling. “Saints, I’ve made a mess of you.” 

“You’ve been doing that since the day we met, I think,” he said, grinning, and then lifted her up to sit along the counter, clouds of flour escaping from under her skirts. Nina’s eyes turned round with shock, only to gleam with a familiar hint of mischief—but before she could enact some reprisal, Matthias pulled her close and pressed his mouth to hers. She sighed and melted against him, arms curling tight around his neck. 

He kissed her there in that absolute wreck of a kitchen, kissed her hard at first, then slow and sweet, and even with his heart near full to bursting—for Nina, for Dasha, for everything they had and all their silly sheep—he had no intention of ever letting go. 

[send me a one-word Helnik prompt]

#helnik #nina zenik #matthias helvar #shadow and bone #six of crows #fanfiction #helnik fic #anon asks #with a line half-borrowed from robert frost

[concussed-to-pieces]

To Tell You The Truth Part One

Fandom: Prospect [2018]

Pairing: Eventual Ezra/Prospector!Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Hello everyone, and welcome! I present a new indulgence, as I am a simple man subject to the whim of my hyperfixations. I hope that you all will enjoy this tale, though I warn it will be a tad less carefree. Darker subject matter will be tread in this series. But! My indulgences will shine through regardless, and my trigger warnings will be at the beginning of each installment. If you're interested in reading more of my attempted writing involving a space Pedro, I will direct you to Stay Safe, my completed Mandalorian fic. Enjoy!

Tag List: @huliabitch @renegademustelid @wrestlingfae @zombiexbody @sporadic-fics @rzrcrst

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains allusions to previous abuse. Stay safe!]

You ran.

The thrower knocked against your leg as you fled, almost tripping you numerous times. You couldn't bring yourself to fix it, though.

You didn't stop, even when your ribs started to ache and your vision went patchy. The pod is just in the next clearing, you kept telling yourself, the next clearing for certain. Once you were inside it, you could…

It had no lock. Damon hadn't deemed it necessary. Maybe...maybe that other man just wouldn't find you. The one that Damon had shot and tried to thieve everything from. How could he have believed that his greed would go unchecked?! Those two men had clearly been slaving in the Bakhroma Green for ages. Months at a bare minimum. Now one of them was dead, and the other had been wounded by Damon before your oh-so-illustrious companion had succumbed to the injuries inflicted by that railgun. 

You had been involved in dig disputes before, of course, but you were hard-pressed to think of a time where one had been settled with such...messy finality. 

You entered the pod with a gasp of relief, jerking your helmet off to breathe the comfortingly stale air. You dropped the thrower by the door, unable to bring yourself to even think about using it. 

Damon was dead. 

You pressed your hands to your temples and sank to the floor. The man who had bullied, browbeat and press-ganged you into this remote locale, was dead. And you…

You had no idea how to urge this pod back up past the thick canopy. You were a digger. Digging was what you were good at. It was what you knew. You were not a pilot.

Despair took hold then, as you realized you were truly trapped. Precious seconds ticked by while you laid there on the floor, a curled-up ball of miserable floater. There were three cycles left before there would be no escape, before the freighter slingback would be entirely inaccessible.

You dragged yourself out of your funk eventually, doing your best to wipe your face clean of all your tears. You could figure this out. All Damon had been good for was flying, right? You would inventory the supplies and see how many days you could eke out. Maybe you could reach someone on the long range. 

...

The sorting and cataloging work kept you busy. Which was good. You liked busy. Busy limited headspace. Busy kept people alive on digs. 

It was a little warm inside the pod once the sunlight started beating down on it. You wiped your sweat off with your forearm for the millionth time, flipping through your notes. If you were cautious about certain resources and supplements, you might be able to last two months down on the Green moon. But that was only if your filters continued to hold recharges. Uncharitably, you wished you had taken Damon's before you bolted. 

There was nothing for it. You would just have to make it back to the freighter in time. Two stands of miserable living would do you no good if you were still on this moon. Judging from the thickness of the pollen in the air, the plant life would be noxious. You wouldn't survive without your filters.

You leafed through the radio manual, flipping the power switch and grimacing at the burst of static that greeted your ears through the Arcsoko long range headset. "To anyone listening, this is Dasha Landcraft Rental, parcel-class, pod number-" you paused, fumbling through to the back of the manual for the number scrawled there by the company. "Number...eight-eight-three-nine-seven-five dash-zero-zero--" you stopped to inhale, "-two-seven-four-two. We have landed off course. I repeat, we are off target in the Green. Pilot lost." Your voice started to shake. "P-Pilot lost. If a-anyone is within range, please respond."

You flipped the switch on the signal amp and then pushed the looper, setting the message to repeat broadcasting for an hour. It would be a varying amount of expenditure on your chit for every additional hour you wanted to keep your transmission on the air, and you didn't exactly have money to throw around, so all you could hope was that someone would hear your distress message within the first free hour. 

You kept the headset on, rocking back and forth in your chair as the minutes ticked down. A few times there were bursts of static that sounded like someone was about to come on air, but they peaked as fast as they arrived. 

Hope faded the longer you sat there, sorting and stacking the brightly-colored Calori-pouches of Pastors Henry slurry. You staunchly ignored the way your lower lip was quivering. Damon hated it when you cried.

Within the last few precious minutes of your free broadcast, a noise outside sent your heart into your throat. You yanked off the headphones, scrambling for the nav console. The wall of bulky, jutting screens was the first thing you could seriously consider cover, but it was only once you'd tucked yourself beneath it that you remembered you had left the thrower by the door. 

You started forward to grab it, but ended up just lowering your body closer to the floor as the noises advanced, footsteps you realized. So he had found you. He would certainly kill you if only for what your partner had done. It had been careless of you to start your broadcast so soon after returning to the pod. You had essentially beamed out a homing signal to your exact location. 

For an hour.

This was it. Cowering in a rented pod, weapon feet away, clutching an itemized list of all the things to eat and drink. A fitting end, for a timid dust-scratcher like yourself.

I will not cry or beg, you told yourself sternly. It would do no good here. It was better to face your demise with some shred of dignity, and Damon had just gotten more angry when you cried. 

The hatch hissed loudly and you somehow made yourself even smaller while that man, the talkative one, lurched up into the pod. He stumbled, fighting with the latches on his helmet for a good ten seconds before finally managing to get the thing off, thus affording you a clear view at his face.

He didn't look particularly cruel, or Brism-busted like Damon had. Mainly, he just looked tired and dirty. He had a head of shaggy brown hair, olive skin and deep-set brown eyes. His nose was hawklike, prominent even alongside that heavy brow and the square jut of his scruffy jaw. When he turned his head, you spotted a curious chunk of blond hair that grew determinedly out at a different angle from the right side of his hairline, Mallen streak, your brain supplied oh-so-helpfully. An old scar, silver with age, meandered along his left cheekbone, and a halfway-maintained mustache shielded his upper lip.

His eyes roamed the pod curiously for a moment, taking in all the notes you had tacked to the walls in your inventory sweep. He absolutely noticed the thrower abandoned by the door. 

"This is a vexsome position that your friend Damon has put you into, I'm afraid." He drawled, his pistol loose at his side while he slowly rotated. "I will not apologize for my hand in his death, as he wounded myself, razed my associate and was planning to abscond with several stands worth of my hard work. His greed outplayed his hand."

Dark eyes landed on you, curled up against the wall beneath the console screens, and the smile that bloomed under his mustache was decidedly predatory. 

"I'm...I have food." You began to bargain shakily. 

"You certainly do, don't you?" He crooned in a patronizing tone, the thrower pistol humming as he primed it. 

"I'm a good digger. Th-That's the only reason Damon dragged me here." You cringed when he took a step towards you. "P-Please, I didn't-"

"I have no doubt that whatever it was, you surely didn't. You could have picked me off easily out there had you wanted to, plenty of range on that thrower. What is a gentle soul like you doing with a character that had such a predisposition for marauderous pilferin', I wonder?" The man mused, his expression cheery to an unsettling degree. The grip he had on the pistol didn't waver an inch.

"He promised I-I would be able to finally quit with the points this planet would make." Why bother lying? This man would just kill you anyway. "B-But the pod, it...something happened during the landing. A malfunction, I'm not sure."

"Ah, so your friend Damon was the Ahab of this vessel as well. No surprise there, that steadfast moral compass of his must have seen you two just flawlessly across the vacuous expanse." 

Your lower lip began to quiver again and you dug around in your suit pockets for the lone gem that you had uncovered on your trek earlier. "I don't...I don't have anything to offer aside from the supplies and this. But...p-please, I just…" 

Your sketchbook tumbled out of your pocket as you removed the gem. The barrel of his gun grazed the side of your head in obvious response to the action and you froze in terror. "You keep those hands where I can see them, gentle soul. I am not in a gaming mood at the mo…" His words trailed off when he caught sight of the massive pearl cradled in your palms. "Well well, it seems you've got a bit of bargaining power yet." 

"I don't need much food, I p-promise." You had told yourself you wouldn't beg, but this seemed...very close to begging. "J-Just water and a pilot." You extended the aurelac, knowing full well that you were surrendering your ability to go home. That miserable rock would have paid for the lease on the pod and passage back to the Pug at the bare minimum. Which you had pointed out to Damon, but he insisted on trekking further. You found yourself agreeing wholeheartedly with this other man's earlier observation, his greed outplayed his hand.

"I am not overly inclined to rid this world of you, gentle soul. If I am reading the situation correct, you are not here because you wish to be." The man said after several breathless moments. He didn't seem concerned about taking the gem from you at the moment. "However, we are at a bit of a stalemate when it comes to locomotion." 

His gun dropped from the side of your head and you flinched again when he stretched out his hand towards you. "H-Here, here! Just p-please, don't-" You shoved the rock against his fingers, your eyes shut tight with anticipation. Why couldn't he just shoot you and get it over with?!

"I'm offering you a hand up, gentle soul. Squirrel away your bargaining chip for the time being." The man said, gently easing the gem aside. "I am not an unreasonable man. Let's get you up off that floor and we shall discuss terms as civilized folk do." 

"You...you're not going to kill me?" You asked weakly, daring to open your eyes.

"At this juncture? No." The man tilted his head. "Are you planning on doin' anything nefarious that may encourage my own expedient shuffle off of my mortal coil?"

You had to take a minute just to try and figure out what he'd actually said. It had been ages since you'd interacted with anyone aside from Damon, and your late 'partner' hadn't had the most expansive vocabulary. "I've never killed anyone before." You replied, your voice a whisper.

"A prudent answer, to be certain, for one never knows what the tides of fate have in store for them." He pondered for a breath, his eyes almost impossibly dark. "I'll take your word all the same, face value. You seem an honest sort, gentle soul. Makes me inclined to wonder how you got tangled up in this sorry soirée, though." His boot bumped against your sketchbook and he toed it a little closer to you, obligingly keeping his distance.

"That's not...it's not important right now." You snatched the book up and crammed it back into your pocket. Then, you floundered into one of the flight chairs, sitting sideways so you were able to maintain the barest pretense of eye contact. You clasped your trembling hands in front of you, trying to remember to keep them where he could see them.

"The terms will be as follows: we work together to get this craft airworthy once again. By my late partner's calculations, Kevva rest his soul, we've only got a few turns of twenty-four left until we're well and truly cut adrift on this forsaken Nessus." The way that he was using the term 'we' had your chest strangely tight. "I am loathe to be restricted here for the rest of my days, especially with a royal's ransom stashed in my trophy case. I doubt you wish to suffer that same perdition." 

He leaned forward and you shifted back on reflex, quickly dropping your gaze from the scar on his cheek to the floor. "I understand." You said softly. "What do you want me to do? I'm not...I don't know anything about the nav systems or engines or-"

"Gentle soul, how long had you wandered this world with that disreputable thief?" 

To your horror, you couldn't actually remember how long it had been. It was a haze of silent travel, punctuated by violent outbursts as you tried to make yourself seem even smaller than you already were-

"I did not mean to wound you, gentle soul. I offer my most sincere reparations." He apologized quietly.

"What?"

He gestured with his hand, a little slower now. "You are weepin'."

"Oh! Oh, I'm sorry." You fumbled to wipe your face off on your sleeve. "I'm alright, I'm fine." You assured him with a watery smile.

He studied you for what felt like a lifetime, those brown eyes boring into your own. "I am Ezra, gentle soul. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." 

Ezra. That's right, he had introduced himself as such to Damon before everything had gone so incredibly wrong. "I'm sorry about what happened to your friend." You said thickly. "I didn't...I didn't want anyone to get hurt."

He waved off your words, scoffing a bit. "Number Two was a utility, not a friend. I am none too aggrieved by his loss, and I implore you not to trouble yourself with such dour ruminations on his behalf." Ezra stretched, then swiveled his head around. "What does our supply situation look like? I can see your scrawlings, naturally, but I would prefer it from the merchant's mouth."

You leafed through your notebook pages. "If we're careful, we should have enough to last one month." Split between the two of you rations were a bit harder to calculate, so you went with the safe route of halving the time evenly. "I don't know your appetite. Damon would go days without food sometimes, because of the sleep meds."

"I am ravenous at any and all opportunities, I must confess." Ezra admitted. "Been surviving off bits bars for the last four stands. Calori-paste is my damn marrow at this point in time."

"W-We still have some powdered things, tea, if...I mean can I offer you...um, some coffee?" You warily turned your back to him and started rummaging in one of the many side compartments, pulling out a tiny sealed bag of dehydrated coffee mix.

"I would be…" He paused, sounding like he was fighting for breath. It was so dramatic that you actually looked at him, a touch alarmed. "I would be forever in your debt if you would grace me with so much as a watered-down teaspoon of that heavenly beverage." He settled on one of the side benches, his pistol holstered for the time being. "We will not need rations to last the month, gentle soul, so our best option in the event of calamitous mechanical difficulties may be to take any excess off to the Saders to trade for goods."

"Saders?"

"They are a group of people that inhabit the Green. Religious settlers, tedious scavengers."

Your brow furrowed. You were no religious expert. "Like Kevvaites?" You tried.

"No no, not so much with the monotheism. They believe in the Tides of the universe. The Currents, a certain...ebb and flow of life." Ezra waved a hand to illustrate. "All very poetic, giveth and taketh kinda' sort. Not bad folk to deal with, all things considered, but voraciously against conventional arms and armaments."

You wracked your brain for any other useful items you may have stowed away from Damon, lest he pawn them to pay for his drugs of choice. After you set the hydro to churn the precious dust into coffee, you knelt and shuffled your small personal storage compartment open. "I don't have a lot to offer, I'm afraid." You murmured, tugging out a few duct tape sealed bags. "Almost all the basic hygiene items, my emergency filters...anything he could get his hands on, really. He would just trade it for more drops or Brism." You continued apologetically. 

"That man was a junkie." Ezra said bluntly. "Now, I have my own vices and I am not above reproach, but I always assured that my consumption was never at the cost of someone else's comfort." 

Your throat felt tight and you ducked your head down, avoiding eye contact. "I...I'm sorry." 

"Whyever for, gentle soul?" He asked curiously. 

"I-I shouldn't have-" You had no idea what you were apologizing for, your words dying in your throat. After so much time with Damon, you did it automatically. The hydro beeped, offering you the opportunity to bolt. Which you took immediately. "Coffee!" You announced brightly, the flimsy cardboard container that it dispensed into almost scorching your hand. You passed it off to him, warning, "Be careful, it's-" 

Ezra slugged half the scalding contents in one go, his Adam's apple bobbing convulsively. 

"-h-hot." You finished weakly.

"Kevva above, it sure is." He grunted, shuddering. "God damn, I have missed that acrid nightmare of flavor burnin' my esophagus like Satan himself. Absence truly does make the heart grow fonder." He pawed idly at his wounded arm after a moment, grimacing. "I don't suppose that Damon kept any of the usual med supplies? A field kit, maybe?" The older man queried hopefully.

You hesitated, gnawing on your lower lip. "He...didn't." You answered carefully.

Ezra looked momentarily distraught before he seemed to catch himself, his expression smoothing into something closer to weary resignation. "Well, can't say I'm surprised. They're worth good currency in a trade. Bodes poorly for the survival of my arm, however." He said glibly, the wince that followed contrasting dramatically with his unphased tone.

"Y...Your-?"

"Once the dust gets in, it don't take too long for the fester to permeate." Ezra explained. The wound on his arm oozed a sickly, yellowish fluid down the sleeve of his exosuit when he pressed his hand over it. "It wasn't originally just myself and Number Two, you understand. We had a full crawling party before the muti--" He jerked to a stop, shooting you a wary glance. "Now, gentle soul, I don't want you thinkin' that you have anythin' to fear from me. The mutiny was...a misunderstanding. You saw today what depths desperate men stoop to over a bit of aurelac."

You nodded, your throat gone dry. 

"There were...concerns voiced about equal shares, it was a Kevva-forsaken mess. I don't know how many times I've told folk to draw up their union contracts before they get boots on the ground. Nobody listens, though. It's always 'mutiny once we're planetside' this and 'we can take everything' that." He griped. "Words and metal flew and, regrettably, myself and a few others were marooned on this damnable moon." Ezra drew his hand away from his arm, that yellowed fluid clinging to his fingers in thick, pitchy strands, "We quickly found that these climes are fiendishly inhospitable to floaters in damaged suits."

Your lip felt like it was about to drop off your face from how hard you were worrying it. "I...D-Do you promise not to hurt me?" You finally asked.

Ezra gave you a look of confusion, brown eyes narrowing slightly. "Gentle soul, I thought I had made it abundantly clear that-"

"Just-! Just say yes or no." 

"Yes, dammit, but I fail to see what that's got to-"

"I h-have a kit. A f-field kit." You stammered out. His eyebrows drew together in a thunderous frown and you saw his jaw working. "Wait! Wait, just let me f-f-finish." You extended your hands in a placative gesture, your heart hammering wildly in your chest. "I...trade. I'll trade you. Nobody does anything for free, right? I'll help you, and in exchange, I want you to promise me you won't hurt me."

"What would you do if I did hurt you, gentle soul?" Ezra inquired softly. Your breath hitched. "Indeed, what would you be able to do? Especially now that I'm aware you've got a kit hidden somewhere." The man got to his feet and you immediately flinched. "Your powers of persuasion need some...refinin', but I am not immune to civility. Gentle soul, if you give me that kit not only am I willin' to work with you to get us off this moon, I'll throw a chunk of my haul your way as a show of good faith." He offered, dark eyes watching you closely. "And, I will give you my word as an individual with the slightest, infantessible modicum of moral standing, that I won't lay a finger on you fueled by dubious or malicious intent." 

You stared up at him, your mind entirely blank from panic. His strange words certainly weren't helping your comprehension. "I..." No, no, this was wrong. He was putting far too much up for his end of the bargain! He must be planning something, some sort of trick.

Ezra cocked his head. "You still with me, gentle soul?" He asked cautiously. "Don't tell me you're strokin' out, it'd be a shame to lose such pleasant company."

Your laugh was a jagged hiccup in your chest. Ezra huffed out a breath after a moment, obviously uncomfortable. He probably thought you had gone moony, entirely lunar. "I'm...I'm sorry, I...that's a good, um, deal, b-but I can't accept it." You struggled to get your words out. "Y-You…that is, I don't...I don't want…" to be like Damon. 

"Perhaps your persuasion isn't nearly as uncalibrated as I originally surmised. Very well, gentle soul. How much is my dominant arm worth to you?" Ezra queried dryly, misunderstanding your hesitation. "Because to me, as a workin' man, it's worth its weight in aurelac sixteen times over." 

You hadn't thought of it like that. You felt a bit foolish now. "Oh. Oh, I'm sorry. I...I'm sorry." 

"Kevva above, you are a tender thing. I don't mean to be so grim, but that's the harsh reality that I've been livin' with since I found myself marooned. It's a miracle I've managed this long with the meager supplies allotted to us." He said, sounding rueful. "I mourn my stomach every morning as I eat those crunchy bastard bits bars and I pray for my sufferin' to end."

You didn't mean to snort, but his colorful terminology caught you off-guard. His smile was less predatory this time, as if he hadn't expected your mirth. You knelt, burrowing even deeper into your compartment until you hit the false bottom. There, underneath several sheets of whitewashed cardboard, resided your precious field kit. You had traded the entirety of your meager share from an equally-meager haul for it stands ago, once you realized how deeply entrenched Damon was in his addiction. You had always clung to the faint hope (albeit perhaps in vain) that you might be able to escape from Damon and, if you struck out on your own, you knew you would at the very least need a good field kit as a failsafe for emergencies.

You hesitated before you tugged the box free, your fingers stroking the smooth plastic. You felt silly for the melancholic sensation that rose in your chest, it was just a field kit. You could always get another one. But it had seemed like so much more than a porta-surge. Until today, it had represented your dreams of getting out from beneath Damon's thumb. 

"Not to-" You had been so lost in thought that the unexpected sound of his voice caught you by surprise. You bolted to your feet in a rush and the top of your head met the bottom of his jaw with a bone-jarring impact. Your vision faded momentarily from the force of the blow, black dots exploding and fading out. 

The older man grunted, staggering back a step. He proceeded to sit down heavily on one of the bench seats as you held your aching head in pain. The porta-surgery box laid abandoned on the floor. You could only imagine what level of punishment you were in for now. 

"Martyr's malfeasance, gentle soul, if you try to ring my bell like that again you may do me in." He groaned hoarsely, working his jaw and tonguing the inside of his cheek. "What the fuck is your cranium comprised of?"

You didn't answer, sniffling a little bit and blinking back your tears as you scooped the field kit off the ground. You held the box out to him, your eyes focused on your boots while you struggled to keep your hiccups to a minimum; Damon hated when you would cry.

You cringed when a gloved hand rested gently on the top of your head, clumsy fingers parting your hair. What was he…? "You are goin' to have a fine bruise, gentle soul. Mercifully you didn't break skin. Guess my jawline isn't as sharp as I've been claimin'." 

Was he...was he joking with you? You dared to glance up at him and you were startled by how concerned he looked. Oh, I'm still holding the kit. You gracelessly pushed the field kit against his stomach, trying to use it to give yourself some breathing room. 

Ezra seemed to get the hint and he shifted a step back, taking the kit as he went. "Kevva, this is one of the portable surgicals. Sequestering it was the intelligent choice, gentle soul." He muttered, almost like he was speaking to himself. "I am loathe to willfully use your resources, so I shall do my best to be prudent." You could feel him looking at you again. "This is all that you have, isn't it?" He asked abruptly. "The kit, those few possessions you've already dug out of that compartment."

You just cleared your throat and avoided his searching gaze with studious intent. "You're wasting time." You whispered.

"True enough." Ezra agreed. He flopped back down on the bench and rummaged around in the box, tugging loose the tiny orange sepsis kit and the patch gun with a grimace. "Hello, old friend." He then raised his voice to address you once more, "I will be makin' a copious amount of noise presently, gentle soul."

You nodded jerkily, covering your ears and turning your head away.

Part Two

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checkmate - [ bang chan ] 

pairing: bang chan x reader

genre: angst, fluff, slight suggestive ig?

warning: mentions of blood, 

a/n: this is a request from this bb @dasha-2613​, and also i think i really haven’t search up a lot of things about vampires that’s why it’s kinda confusing for me but if there are any mistakes feel free to message me or comment that there’s something wrong like that hehe. there will be part 2 coming up soon!

it was your first time going out again, after locking up yourself for how many days in your apartment, it’s been several days since you’ve lost contact with the outside world but now you have no choice but to get out to buy some groceries cause when you opened your fridge today all you see inside were bottles of water so you decided to buy some

changing into soft and comfortable clothes, tightening your shoe lace so that it wouldn’t come off, locking your door so no intruder would come and steal something inside your apartment

as you exit your apartment everything felt new, it seemed like a lot has changed every since you went out of your apartment. it felt like the sun was too bright for you even if it was just at the right amount of brightness.

you noticed that a lot of things have really changed, the park near the river had been renovated, everything was not the same as before. your favorite coffee shop renovated into a much more bigger building, and it seemed like you really did miss a lot

it was still 4 in the afternoon so you decided to buy coffee and walk around the park before you buy your groceries, you sat down at right by the river and looked at the surroundings. you could see people hanging out together with their partners, children running around far from the water so they would drown

you busied yourself by reading some e-books, continuing the book series that you started reading just a few weeks ago, your friends started dialing you last week asking you to spend time with them since you locked yourself in your apartment for months now

you didn’t notice it was already five thirty in the afternoon and also you finished the drink you bought just an hour ago, noticing how slow you can drink now since your eyes and brain is engrossed with the book your reading

you decided to go buy now the things that you need and head home early cause your easily tired with things now, you noticed because you couldn’t even clean up your apartment for how many days. all you did in your apartment was all just sleeping, eating, reading and lazy stuff 

entering the nearby supermarket and choosing the things that you needed the most, you learned how to save up money since you called yourself broke, you bought all the necessities that were needed to be bought because you might use it for future purposes

after buying everything that you needed, you decided to go back home alone by yourself, knowing how dangerous it is to go outside all by yourself but of course, you decided to risk your life knowing also the possibilities of you getting kidnapped

as you held on the bags tightly there it was, your life is in danger, you were always scared because of this and here you are experiencing a life trauma. you walked peacefully on your way back to your apartment, trying to keep calm and act comfortable as possible

at first everything was all okay, but somebody held your hand and tried to stop you from going back safely to your apartment, you tried to push the persons hand away from your wrists due to the pain that you felt and you could see how red your wrist has shown

“what a pretty girl like you doing out here? looking for someone to hook up with? i’m free wanna go somewhere?” he tried pulling you closer to him, an unknown stranger made you feel uncomfortable, knowing this is where all your trauma starts

“please stop, i’m going to scream if you won’t stop forcing me. i’ll call the police and report you” you said while regaining your strength to stay away from the stranger as you tried to pull your arms back at you but you couldn’t he was just too strong

you didn’t notice how you used up your energy and it made you feel tired, the man pushed you down laughing at your frail body, looking at his eyes you could see him laughing at how pathetic you looked, how you tried to fight back to a man who’s much more stronger than you

pushing yourself back away from the man, trying to find something to protect yourself and of course you couldn’t use a green onion to attack him. it’s as if your trying to show him how pathetic and dumb you could, you were in high hopes of him joking or pranking you but he started to touch your legs

“c-can you please stop? i just want to go home and make myself comfortable, pleas stop this right now.” you tried pushing him away but that made him angrier, he tugged your hair tightly and it was like every hair was gonna come off any soon

“you think you could actually fight me back? well goddamn hell no, because you’re gonna satisfy me and make me feel happy little bitch” he held and tugged your hair tighter, it seemed like this is the end. you weren’t able to even spend a lot of times outside but here you are, your life at risk

everything felt tiring, it was like as if somebody threw a rock at your head, everything felt dizzy and your vision started turning into black, you tried to shook it off and tried to open your eyes much more longer

“oi mate, why don’t you stop there and fight me off you fucker” you heard somebody saying something to the guy who made you feel bad in your state, you couldn’t see or hear anything, before you could even see them fight each other you blacked out.

right at where you opened your eyes and everything felt weird, it wasn't the usual room you always see whenever you wake up, and finally, you noticed, your not even in your apartment. looking at your surroundings you could see a normal room with everything that should be inside a bedroom

you stood yourself up and felt a sharp pain in your head and remembered about the unknown man who harassed you and tugged your hair tightly which caused the pain, you massaged it slowly and tried to look for your phone, you wanted to know where and what time it is. you checked and it was past twelve in the afternoon, you weren't really familiar with the room you're staying in  

the door unlocked itself revealing a person holding a glass of water and some medicine at the side, he settled the glass and the medicine right at the bedside table and looked at you weirdly, you couldn't help but look away cause you were embarrassed of yourself

"how are you? feeling any better now? i saw you last night having trouble with going home because of that guy. I tried to call out your name but i didn't realize you collapsed and i panicked when i saw you lying down unconscious on the floor so i decided to bring you here to the apartment cause i didn't know where the hell your apartment is" he explained himself so you wouldn't think of him as a pervert who's kidnapping you and trying to stay you away from your home

you couldn't speak up because everything was confusing you, you looked at him once and looked away, you weren't able to speak up and reply to him yet because you were trying to think where the hell you are and this guy who helped you out

"i know you're still traumatized as to what just happened a few hours ago, how rude of me not to introduce myself, I'm chan, but you can call me chris. depends on what you like" he said in a formal way informing you he's clearly not the pervert guy

"i'm sorry to say this but where the hell am i exactly?" you asked him and waited for him to reply to your question

"we're far away from your apartment actually, i thought it would be better if you'd stay away from your town for just a few weeks. it's quiet here, no one can hurt you or harass you and trust me it's much safer here than your town" he said while placing things on the shelves neatly

"oh okay, but anyway, i'm y/n, the girl who you just saved a few hours ago i guess, and yeah thanks for saving me by the way. it really means a lot to me" you said while standing up from laying down and fixing yourself

"no worries, do you need anything perhaps? or are you hungry?" he asked you as he held the door and opened while waiting for you to answer his question

"food would be good i guess, i haven't eaten that much anyways," you said while looking around the room

you looked back at him and you could see him nodding to your answer, it was unexpectedly at the right moment where you were staring at him and he looked back at you, both your eyes met each other. you didn't know you were staring for too long cause it felt like your eyes were locked with each other, it felt like you couldn't control over because it was inseparable

and that's when your cheeks felt a burning sensation and you realized you were staring far too long and looked away at him and turn your head directly to the window, you could still see him looking at you and finally decided to leave the room and cook some food for you. noticing how the room feels so calm and soothing, you could see some picture frames on top of the shelves

some mini plants sitting beside the books standing on the bookshelf, feeling envious of how neat and clean his house was while remembering yours a big whole mess in overall, you could still see how messy your bedroom was and how your trashes are piling over the trash bin. you just noticed now that your beloved hard copy books were just thrown all over the place scattering inside your apartment, how bad you wanted to go home and clean up all the mess you had been living with for months

you stood up and started roaming around the apartment, you went downstairs you could see him cooking you some food to digest. the food smelt great, you couldn’t deny it, maybe he’s a great cook

“oh, sit down here. i’ll just continue cooking this” he said as he points at the dining table, telling you to sit down and wait for him to finish cooking the food for you

you sat down and started looking around the house, you could really see how clean it is. never knowing a guy could be so neat around his surroundings, you wanted to be like this but because of your small motivation you didn’t

laying your head down on the table while waiting for the food, not noticing you fell asleep while waiting for him to finish, you felt a few taps on your shoulder. rubbing your eyes slowly and looking at who disturbed your sleep

“here, eat it before it gets cold. i made it for you, i hope you like it” he said pushing the bowl of soup and paired with rice, he looked at you waiting for you to start eating. you didn’t want to eat alone because you felt bad

“a-are you gonna eat too?” you asked him nervously, waited for him to reply you. he replied with a hum and looked at you

“i already ate a while ago, don’t worry about me. eat up, your food is going cold any minute soon” he said while making gestures with his hand to eat up 

you started eating while he watches you eat up the food, surprisingly you didn’t feel weird eating while he’s watching in front of you. somehow, you felt comfortable around him, he felt like your safe place, somewhere you can run into and cry to his arms

as you finish eating you noticed he was looking on his phone and you were startled that his instincts were so sharp that as soon as you looked at him he looked back at you, you both made eye contact. you really felt comfortable around him

“you done? here drink something, i’ll just clean this” he said while giving you a water bottle while he picks up the things on the table and started washing the dishes and you drank the bottle at once, shocked at how thirsty you actually were

you looked at him finishing the dishes and placing them inside the cupboard, he then started looking for something inside the refrigerator. he took out some root beer, and of course you thanked him because it was only artificial, you haven’t tried real alcohol yet

“come here, i want to ask you something. if it’s okay for you i guess” he said while patting the seat next to him, you sat down comfortably as if you were inside your own apartment

“so how long have you been living alone?” he asked you while drinking the can in his hand 

“it’s been years i guess, ever since my parents left me here. I wasn’t supposed to be living alone, i was staying in the dorms but the school had no more space for me so I decided to find some place to stay” you said drinking slowly looking at the tv right in font of you

“i’m sorry to hear that, so you’ve paid your payment in your apartment fully? since you lived there for how long now” he said looking at you

“nah, i still have to pay for my rent. it’s been three months since i haven’t paid my rent, that’s why the landlord has been telling me to move out and find some other place, but i’m still struggling since i have not much money right now” you said

“why don’t you live with me then? he asked you.

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