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[aghostiewitdahoodie]

A painstaking read I have committed and exhaustive assumptions I will make. The comics laid bare his disquieting past, and oh, how he had suffered…

Simon is the first to agape his slits; slumber is torment itself, ridiculing the disturbed state of his, manifesting the terrors he bore. Hesitance and refusal, he despises the dusk; a forewarning of what is to come. The hours of darkness bring him an unsettling sensation he cannot seem to elude. A man of a few words he is, yet he cannot withstand the silence of the night. To cease remembering the anguish his past self had gone through, the glass of Bourbon in his hand unburdens the hollowness he cannot fill. Quite a companion he has; a vessel created out of pain is all he is and all he will ever be.

Venom seeps out of his organ of speaking when he is in control, a sensation he wallows in and takes pride in. A nuisance to his fellow men the words he speak, an unsought advice he provides- perhaps it is a reminder for himself. “Be careful who you trust, sergeant. People you know can hurt you the most.” Wise to heed until it makes your ears bleed.

Formidable is how he is avowed- a ghost that ambles among us- unseen, unspoken, and unheard. A myth bickered amidst warfare, a shiver on your spine, the very last thing you will descry, then you are to be buried six feet deep. Simon fulfils the name and persona he brought to life; Ghost is what he is called. Ghost is what he is affiliated with. Yet when the doors are shut and the walls are erecting still, he does not recognise himself. The stain he bestrewn on his image is to be laved with a cloth, and the reflection of his is to be shunned.

If the distraction he creates is to fail, hysteria consumes him. Bottle after bottle, and pummel after pummel. Orbs to fret his state, yet none could approach and offer a hand, sensing no words could comfort or relieve him of his ache. Shrink after shrink, Simon prefers to assuage everything with an intoxicant he heavily depends on.

Reluctant of the coquettes that attempt to court him in pubs, spurning them without a word. His dusky irises focused on the distance, impatiently waiting to be left alone. Simon has no interest in a swift shag or a relationship. Sensible of what he cannot give, frantic of what it may bring. He is hesitant to pleasure himself, not wanting the sight of him bare, remembering the incident he desperately yearns to forget. Simon loathes being touched without his permission, catching the heedless arm with ease and an unforgiving grip. “Watch it, luv.” The consent of his is important; do not tempt him.

Despises having his picture taken; he would avoid gatherings and remain in the comfort of his quarters. Simon may not admit the truth he intensely veils, which is that he found contentment in the presence of the Task Force. Daunted by what may repeat, he determines to linger among the shadows.

Finding serenity in Johnny’s companionship, it is a salvage he ought to correct after the passing of his brother. Simon cannot lose another person dear to him, and God forbid what happiness he had. A ghost they call, the Ghost they will meet.

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[definegodliness]

Inner realms

The meadow's comforting Mint green; Zephyr stirred blades, Surrounded by rustling Late spring lush age old oak trees; I see Their winding branches In my most private escapist Fantasies.

Unchartered territory; unshared, if you will.

With the sun On my back — always Shunned for its blatant Eye-piercing brightness — I could Watch The stark blue of, Above, the spotless sky, In attempts to quiet my racing mind, But I find this heaven's endless emptiness Only irks me.

Baby blue, I know you; The shimmering crystal castle at your heart And the lazy lamb clouds Drifting by.

I have seen

Underwater realms Where orbs of light guide All those who can breathe, so allowed.

I have seen

Lands of slate stone frothing waves Where white cliffs weather ongoing rage; Fantastic spectacles Of lightning and Rain.

Realms of perpetual flame, Soothing to the touch, where music plays For phantasmagorical dancers.

Realms of coal and blood.

All, unique, and charming, I'm sure, yet not For me. Not specifically, at least.

My retreat Is the oak embraced meadow With its Interchanging shades Of soothing green. Empty, so empty, And yet sometimes all of the sudden Bestrewn with daisies.

Then, I think:

'This is where we'll fall in love.'

That is What I believe in.

--- 8-3-2024, M.A. Tempels ©

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[dungeon-strugglers]

✨New item!✨ X-Ray Gum Wondrous item, uncommon

Inside of this small dispenser are 1d4+2 sticks of gray, horehound-flavored chewing gum.

As an action you can start to chew a stick of gum. While chewing the gum you can see into and through solid matter for up to 1 minute, at which point the gum loses its flavor. This vision has a radius of 30 feet. To you, solid objects within that radius appear transparent and don't prevent light from passing through them. The vision can penetrate 1 foot of stone, 1 inch of common metal, or up to 3 feet of wood or dirt. Thicker substances block the vision, as does a thin sheet of lead.

As an action before the flavor fades, you can blow a bubble and stick the bubble to a solid surface. The bubble allows creatures to see through a 6 inch diameter circle on the surface it is stuck to as if they are under the effect of this gum. The bubble lasts until the flavor fades and then it deflates and is destroyed.

Uriel stopped “Ah, there he is” and she pulled a wad of faintly glowing gray gum from her mouth, offering it to her companion. He stared at her offering in disgust “Absolutely not.” She rolled her eyes and shoved it back into her gob before blowing a large bubble, extracting it, and sticking it to the wall. The two of them could now see into the room, as if she had opened a one-way porthole. In the room were two men, one tied to a chair and the other gleefully poring over a desk bestrewn with vile torturing implements. “Quickly now!” she hissed. Her companion fumbled with a component pouch and whispered something that sounded like a bad joke into a crack in the wall. Suddenly the torturer doubled over and fell to the ground, cackling hysterically. With a resounding crack, audible over the torturer’s hideous laughter, Uriel kicked the door down and rushed into the room. Her husband was unconscious, so she lifted him chair and all, before spinning around and bellowing “Let’s get out of here!”

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[yellowflowerbub]

merboys

꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

summary. you reminisce on visiting the beach and the memories the came with it

wordcount. 0.8k+

pairing(s). geto + gojo x reader

tag(s). mermaid!au, nocurses!au, everyone is a kid (7-10 yrs old), no romance yet, teasing, short mention of injury, blood from said injury, possibly a series

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One vacation during your childhood, you traveled to a beach far from where you lived. Of what you can remember, the car ride was lengthy and nauseating however the sting of salty water in your nostrils and the murmurs of winds and crashing waves out-weighed it. The moment the toasty sand met your feet, oxygen caught in your throat. This new sensation of hundreds of diminutive rocks pulling the soles of your feet further into the ground had been exhilarating.

So exciting you nearly flew into the distance, toward the waters. As you ran, the warm sand below your feet began to cool as the waves washed over it leaving moisture in their wake. You opted to continue along the line that split the shore and sea and you do so until the main beach full of people tanning and swimming is a mere afterthought.  

You took in your environment. The sand where you stood had been much more even. It was apparent people had yet to venture this far, the serrated squawks of chatty seagulls being the only voices you hear. You continued forth with a calmer demeanor. Now that you thought back onto that day, you had no real plan walking along the beach; perhaps curiosity and nuance kept your legs moving forward. No matter what fueled you, the boys at the top of the high rocks in front of you peaked your interest immediately. 

The surrounding area they sat upon was particularly rough as it was bestrewn with points. The wave from the ocean rolled in much harsher, ramming the great rocks which launched a stray crab into the waters.

You snuck up on the boys, one of which you’d noticed had hair the same shade as moonlight while the other contrasted his with a black deep as the night sky.  

“Boo!” You shout. The boy with black hair shrieks and raises his arms to shield his head whereas the other jolts where he sat. 

The black haired boy cranes his head to look at you in the process allowing his considerably lengthy hair to slump from his shoulders. “A human?”

“A human!” The other boy repeated in a tone full of worry.

“Yeah, a small one too.” From where you stood, only the torso’s of the boys were visible. Everything below their belly buttons were tucked away behind the rock they sat upon.

Your young mind wondered why they phrased their sentences that way. Weren’t they human too? The need to make the obvious observation raised suspicion yet it was dropped just as quickly for children have unbelievably short attention spans. “Ha! I really scared you!” You giggle and point, “You should’ve seen the look on your face!”

The boys don’t seem to find this as amusing as you do.

“How did you get all the way down here?” The black-hairded boy questions, completely disregarding your previous teasing.

“What do you mean?” You ask, puzzled, “I walked. Duh.” ‘This boy is stupid’, you thought.

The boys look at one another, exchanging looks as you stare at them from the bottom of the jagged rock. Quite suddenly, the pair dive from the rock into the crashing waves adjacent, an additional splash of water left behind. You gasp and climb up after them hoping to see where they could’ve possibly landed. Adrenaline courses through your limbs as you ascend the spiky rocky. Thoughts race through your mind just as quickly, wondering how those boys would have decided so quickly on diving into crashing waters littered with serrated rock. ‘Both of those boys are stupid’, you thought.

You shakily peer over the rock from the same space the white-haired boy once sat and searched for any remnants of the children in the raving waters but nothing could be seen. Not a strand of hair, sliver of skin, or kicking of feet could be seen of them. They’d vanished. 

You look farther out from just the rushing shore in search of them. For a moment you feel like you’d come up short once more but when you squint you see large tails, too large to belong to a fish, smoothly rise above the water and descend back into it over, and over, and over again. As the large tails grow smaller as they swim away you gawk in amazement, convinced you’d met mermaids. Too caught in awe, you fail to notice your foot slipping from the ledge you’d stood on and plunge to the now cooling sand, slicing your calf on the way down. 

You yelp in pain and grunt once you fall butt first on the ground. Tears well up in your eyes and you quietly sniffle while you lay bleeding into the pale brown sand. You hear your name being called in the distance but you're suddenly too drained to see the source. Instead, you gaze at the rich flamboyant sky above you, replaying the image of the glistening black and white scales on the tails you saw. 

‘I talked to two mermaids,’ you thought.

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a/n: i’m probably going to convert this into a full story. a slow burn love triangle with mermaids. and i mean real love triangle where the boys are in love with each other just as much as the additional person. it's all too common for love triangles to just be love corners. 

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[misspearly1]

When Two Worlds Collide Series

Chp1 || Chp2 || Chp3 || Chp4 || Chp5 || Chp6 || Chp7 || Chp8

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader x Arthur Morgan 

Chapter One: The Hidden Antique

WC: 4.9k

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Friends to Lovers. Flirting. Little bit of fluff. Eventual Smut. Arthur doesn’t make an appearance in this chapter. A little background and build up in the story first. 

AN: Ok, my loves. This is pretty much an introduction and a lead up to what happened (in relation to the kinktober crossover fic). Starts off with Joel, then Arthur will eventually make an appearance. I’ve broken up the story because posting large works can be a little difficult on tumblr (it crashes terribly lol). I hope you enjoy the first chapter though. Thank you!

You’ve often wondered about the evolution of a yard sale; like where did the idea originate from and who came up with it? Or why does it feel so exciting to sift through second hand goods, looking to buy something that catches your eye? Perhaps it’s because you can sometimes come across antiques hidden amongst the cluttered pile, and finding something that’s not only expensive, but lavish, decorative and useful too, is very exciting indeed. 

These questions spring to mind this afternoon when passing through a neighbourhood adjacent to yours. You were in the process of driving home after a long day at work, but stopped the car with a sudden burst of joy when seeing a yard sale sign. They always said one man’s trash is another man's treasure, and while you’re not a man, you do believe in that saying and felt it was worthwhile to take a look through the household goods laid out across the front lawn. 

Of course, it looked messy and disorganized with the chairs, tables and even the sidewalk bestrewn with clutter, but you have a little experience with locating the valuables amongst the household junk. You have a keen eye for these things, and it paid off really well too because not even thirty minutes after you stopped the car, you managed to bag unopened box of fairy lights to place around your home somewhere, several scented candles to use for those nights you’d love to take a relaxing bath, a summer dress with the price still attached which is perfectly timed since the summer season is here and many new books to read as well.

But the most valuable item that you bagged today is the mirror. A hidden gem, you might call it, as the mirror was buried behind an attics worth of trash. It’s body length in size, oval shaped and sturdy, embellished with finely hand carved details in the wooden frame and it would fit perfectly in the corner of your bedroom. Even the stand it came with was worth a pretty penny. The whole piece is a vintage antique and highly valuable.

Having said that however, you didn’t want to hustle the man selling the item and told him that it was worth more than the asking price, but he already knew. Josh Sinclair — the seller — reassured you that the price was right for him. He just wanted to get rid of the damn thing as it had been collecting dust in his grandpa’s attic for years, and the reason he drove the price down is because it’s plastered with a heavy layer of soot and black paint.

According to Josh, his grandpa tried to burn the mirror years ago, but failed with the attempt and just painted it over instead. Frankly, you wouldn’t have taken any interest in buying the thing if you didn’t know how to clean it up and bring it back to a good condition. It’s not something you’re planning to sell once you restore it. You want to keep it in your home.

Though, you still didn’t feel comfortable with the asking price and debated a little more with the man, and in the end, you both settled on forty bucks and now it's yours. You paid for your other items then took them to your car before opening the trunk and folding the back seats down. After a struggle and muttering a string of curses under your breath, you dusted your hands off and turned to look at Josh, still feeling guilty for how little he was taking. The mirror is worth thousands. 

Reaching into your pocket and pulling out another thirty dollars, you presented it to the man for all of his help. “Here, take this — please.” You persisted and quickly explained. “This mirror was worth so much more in its prime. I feel bad taking it off your hands for only forty dollars and you did all the heavy lifting anyways.” You smiled, hoping it would seal the deal and to your relief, the man didn’t refuse your offer and accepted the extra cash. 

“Thank you, Y/N… Thank you.” He replied gratefully, holding your eye contact for a moment as he nodded with appreciation. You returned the nod and began walking around the car to the driver's door. He opened it for you and waited till you were sitting inside comfortably before shutting it. After you had turned the key in the ignition, you opened the window and looked up at the man with another smile as he said goodbye. “It was nice meeting you. Come back anytime you see me having another yard sale, ya hear?” 

“I sure will. Thanks, Josh.” You beamed. When he stepped back and gave you ample room to drive away without the worry of squashing his feet with the tires, you looked in the rear-view mirror and watched his figure gradually get smaller while driving down the street. You think about how his face and personality will always stick in your memory. He has bright ginger hair, pale freckled skin, a large birthmark over his right eye and he was so kind, sweet and patient with you too.

You’ll never forget your interaction with Josh because it was nothing but a pleasure and you’ll certainly be coming back again when he next hosts a yard sale. Maybe next time, you could even invite Joel Miller to tag along with you. He sure likes a yard sale just as much as you do. In fact, it was only a few weeks ago that Joel dragged you to the flea market near town to buy some decorative items for his house as he was in desperate need of your ‘expert opinion’. But to be quite honest, you don’t think the man really needed your opinion at all. He had that covered all by himself. You just think he just wanted your company for the day, and you didn’t mind at all because he’s become someone that you enjoy spending time with. And of course, he is really handsome too. 

Joel is your neighbour. He lives next door to you and often spends most of his free time sprucing up his home interior after only just moving into the neighbourhood two months ago. He has a brother named Tommy, a chunky brown Labrador named Rex and a fluffy white Persian cat named Felix. The man's house is warm, welcoming and chaotic, especially with the exciting activities that Rex and Felix get up to. You often watch them from your back porch playing in the yard. They’re so cute together, but you miss them dearly as they’ve been staying at Tommy’s house for the last week. 

While Joel has been busying himself with the home décor ever since he moved in, he’s recently taken it upon himself to put his skills to use and just fully renovate instead. His daily work and passion is carpentry after all, which means his house is currently looking a little worse for wear with the scaffolding poles set up, the bags of cement along his front porch and the large yellow industrial dumpster placed on his front lawn. The place is simply too messy and dangerous for Rex and Felix to be around. They can’t even play in the backyard anymore as it’s covered with even more waste that needs to be discarded. 

For the longest time, you have thought about getting a dog for yourself and yearned to have that connection that Joel has with Felix and Rex. You love to watch him interact with the little guys. They’re more like his babies rather than pets and sometimes he just sits out back and plays the guitar for them while you eavesdrop from next door. Sometimes he even sings for them, albeit it’s very quiet and only a few words here or there, but the notion of singing to his little fur babies is most adorable. 

Clearing your mind as you pull into your street, you look upon the eyesore that is Joel’s home and laugh sweetly when seeing the man scratching the back of his head as he stood on his front lawn. He looked a little frustrated and confused while overlooking some building plans with his buddies, as if he were trying to figure out what the next best step was. But that focus and concern etched on his face was distracting to say the least as you try to drive without staring at him too much. It’s dangerous to gaze upon him like this while behind the wheel. 

You snap out of your ogling and focus on the road, keeping Joel and his buddies in your line of sight as you drive carefully. The house may look like an eyesore right now, but you know that once it’s all said and done, it’s going to look perfect. Joel and his brother do most of the work themselves, but some of their work friends pitch in to help whenever and wherever they can. It’s really rather generous and thoughtful of them. You adore that he has friends like that, and secretly hope their generosity extends to his neighbour with the big heavy mirror in the backseat of her car. 

Parking your car up in the driveway and hopping out, you walk around the back and open the trunk. “Hey.” You waved to Joel as he looked in your direction. He said something to his friends before making his way over, no doubt telling them he’d just be stepping away for a moment. They all smirked and whispered amongst themselves, watching the man like a hawk as if he were approaching his crush, and the mere thought of you being his crush made your cheeks burn. 

“Hey, doll.” Joel greeted you in that thick southern drawl as he approached. “You need some help with the groceries—wait… What’s all this?” He cuts himself off to ask, his tone sounding slightly offended. “Did yer go back to the flea market without me, girl?” 

“No, Joel. I would never.” You barked out a laugh and shook your head at the man. “There was a yard sale in the Sunlight Grove neighbourhood. I stopped the car and bought a few things. Look –” you pointed a finger. “–I even bagged this really cool antique mirror.” 

“Oh yeah, that is cool.” He agreed, then furrowed his brows a little upon noticing the thick soot and black paint on the mirror. “You can fix that, right?” 

“I hope so.”

Reaching for the cardboard box filled with your candles, books and fairy lights, Joel reaches for your summer dress and pulls the straps around his neck, laying the clothing over his chest before turning to his friends with a loud whistle. “Hey pretty boys… Come help me with this thing will yer.” He asked, oh so politely. You and his friends laugh at him plenty, your smile growing bigger and wider over his sense of humour before he turned back to face you and winked. “This dress works a charm. I can see why you bought it, darlin’.”  

“That's actually not why I bought it, but thanks Joel.” You giggled and shook your head at him again. Turning away and heading towards your porch steps, you quickly mount the stairs and open the front door then place the cardboard box of goodies to one side momentarily as you help the guys out however you can. Joel didn’t even lift a finger. He just left his buddies to do all the heavy lifting while leading them into your house. He was even swaying your dress around flirtatiously which earned himself a couple catcalls and wolf whistles. 

“Getting real comfortable wearing that, aren’t you?” You pointed out and teased, to which he returned the playfulness confidently, “Oh yeah. M-hm. Why? You think it looks pretty on me?” 

“Oh yes. It’s very pretty, Joel.” You nod seriously without any trace of a lie in your tone. It actually did look good on him. The pattern and colours paired so well with that dark brown head of hair of his and that deep summer tan on his skin. You often spend every morning reminding him to put sun cream on before heading out to work, sometimes even texting him on your breaks and reminding him to add another layer. He needs that protection, but boy does he look good with a nice golden tan.

“Hey um...” You snap out of your mindless gazing once again. “Do you have any WD-40 in your garage? It will help with removing the paint and soot off the mirror.” 

“Yeah, sure. I got a couple cans you can take.” 

After the mirror was gently placed in your lounge, you grabbed an old sheet and placed it underneath before heading outside with Joel and the guys. You walked towards his garage and thanked him for letting you take a can of WD-40 as well as borrowing a scraper and some industrial cleaning wipes too. “I wanna get started on the mirror right away, but I’ll come back later and bring a couple beers for you and your friends.” 

“Will yer be wearing that pretty dress when you come back to see me with those beers?” He grinned and gathered a sarcastic round of applause from his friends as they all mocked him jokingly. “That’s some next level flirting right there, Joel.” One of his friends said, his words making you stifle a laugh, yet hearing him confirm that Joel was in fact flirting with you made you smile a flattered kind of smile. 

As they continued to laugh and jeer at him, you rolled your eyes at their remarks and replied loud enough for them to hear. “Yeah, sure. I’ll wear the dress just for you, Joel.” You throw him a little wink before turning to walk away, the sight of his smile making your stomach flutter and your heart skip a beat. He looked so shy in that moment when his friends honed in on him, as if they were revealing some big secret about how he feels about you. It’s no secret that something is slowly forming between you and the man, but it’s still too soon to assume that it’s more than just friends. 

You like Joel’s company. He likes yours. And that’s all there is to it for now. 

Upon entering your house and releasing the breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you made your way into the lounge and got to work right away with restoring the mirror. You have a few tips and tricks up your sleeve when it comes to restoration, and WD-40 is just another trick you’ve learned to use along the way. It works wonders for a lot of things around the house too. You used up the last of your own supply the other week when cleaning your bathroom mirror and shower doors, lifting the stained fog straight off the glass. 

With a little music playing from your stereo, you took your time removing all the dirt and grime from the mirror bit by bit with gentle scrapes and wipes. It was actually really rather relaxing and enjoyable. You lost track of time as the hours rolled by quickly, and before you knew it, the cicadas and crickets had alarmed you that it was night time outside. You didn’t even notice the sun going down. You were so invested and focused on the mirror instead. It looked a hell of a lot better though. You’ve made a big dent in the progress and can actually see yourself in the reflection now. All that’s left to do is remove the soot and paint from the crevices in the wood. 

Reminding yourself of those beers you promised Joel and his friends, you exited the lounge and made your way into the kitchen, then retrieved a four pack of cold Budweiser's from the fridge before heading toward the front door. That summer dress was left hanging on the coat hooks along the wall, and the half-hearted you made to Joel crossed your mind as you contemplated whether or not you should actually wear it for him. 

After a moment thinking about it, you set the beers down on the cabinet and reached for the dress, deciding to fulfil all of your promises. Even if you weren’t being serious earlier, you concluded that there really wasn’t any harm in wearing the piece of clothing for him. Besides, you wanted to see how it looked and felt on your body anyways. 

You were just in the middle of taking off your sweater when there was a knock at the door, the sound so sudden and startling that it made you gasp and jump on the spot. “Who is it?” You called out. 

“It’s just me, doll." Joel answered reassuringly from the other side. You quickly pull your sweater back over your head and hold the dress behind the door as you open it, greeting him with a surprised look on your face. “Hey. I was just about to come outside with those beers when you knocked. It gave me a fight.” You laughed bashfully, noticing the way his eyes dropped to look at your clothes. 

“Sorry ‘bout that, darlin’. I came to tell you that me and the guys are going out for dinner. You wanna come with us? They keep badgering me to check out that new diner in town so I thought we could go out instead.” He explained, but his words went right over your head. You didn’t even hear him at first. You were too caught up on the fact he looked at your clothes, checking to see if you’re wearing that dress for him, and the way he looked a little disappointed that you weren’t was saddening. If he had just knocked on your door a few minutes later, then he would have seen that you were wearing it for him. 

“Um.. It’s okay, Joel. Don’t worry about it,” you stammered. “I’ll keep the beers for some other time instead. Have fun with the guys…” you pause midway through your sentence with the sudden realization that he actually offered you to go out with him and his friends. You didn’t hear him, and it’s too late now to fix your mistake. He already began nodding with acceptance of your answer, and there was yet another disappointed look in his eyes. “... Y'all stay safe out there too,” you quickly add, finishing your sentence. 

“We will.” He nods, then holds your eye contact for a few moments while shuffling on his feet awkwardly. You could see that he was hesitant on deciding whether or not he should lean in and kiss your cheek goodbye, so you took a step forward and prompted him to. He finished closing the gap, and you watched as he closed his eyes when leaning in to plant a chaste kiss on your cheek. His lips were soft and plump, pressed against your skin so gently before he stopped back. It was bliss, and you yearned to feel it again.  

“I’ll see yer sometime tomorrow, darlin’." He said with a deep smile that displayed his relief and joy. You know that he saw you holding the dress when he leaned in to kiss you. And you can see with your own eyes that it made him feel less rejected and more optimistic that something was still there between you and him. 

“See you tomorrow." You muttered and threw a goodbye wave to his friends waiting for him in the car. They all waved back and quietly said their goodbyes too before one of them opened the back door for Joel to hop in.

You probably should have closed your front door and got back to what you were doing at that point, but you didn’t. You instead waited for him to look at you through the backseat window, and you’re glad that you waited too because when Joel’s eyes met yours, he blew you a kiss and still wore that same joyous smile.

It was as if he could hardly wait to see you tomorrow.

Later that night while laying in bed, the entire house shrouded in darkness and complete silence, you open your eyes the moment after you hear a noise echoing through the walls. It sounded like metal clanging against metal, and it was so faint and barely noticeable at first that you wondered if one of your neighbours were watching something on their TV so loud that you could hear it from here. 

You didn’t roll over and close your eyes right away and instead chose to focus on those noises to pinpoint their location. You know Joel is home and laying in bed right now because you were awake at the time when he came back from dinner with his friends. They were so quiet and respectful of how late at night it was, not wanting to disturb your sleeping neighbours. 

As that metal clanging noise subsides and is replaced with several men hooting and yelling as they ride horseback, you assumed that someone couldn’t hear the old western movie they were watching and finally rolled over to ignore it. Although you could hear the movie and all of the sound effects, you didn’t mind all that much as you’re used to something playing during the night anyway. Sometimes you even play some music on your phone and turn the volume down low just to have that background noise while you sleep. 

Now that you're facing the direction of your window however, you narrow your eyes with focus and just make out the waving beam of light coming through the blinds. It was Joel signalling you. He occasionally does that whenever he sends you a text and you don’t reply, but since your phone was under your pillow, you slip your hand underneath to retrieve it and read his text. 

‘Darlin’, you’ve left your TV playing downstairs. I can see your living room lit up with light,’ he wrote and you quickly text him back, replying: ‘Joel, I shut everything off before I came to bed. Are you sure it’s my TV?’ 

You look at your window again and focus on the gaps between your blinds, noticing that he had climbed out of his bed now to look through his window and check. ‘Yeah, sweetheart,’ you received a text from him, then another one shortly after. ‘It’s definitely your TV. I can hear that it’s a western movie too. I didn’t know you like that sort of stuff :).’ 

Overlooking how happy that little smiling emoticon made you feel, you couldn’t shift the anxiety in your stomach and decided to just go downstairs and check. Maybe you forgot to turn your TV off after all and you’re worrying over nothing. You quickly shoot another text to Joel before climbing out of bed, ‘Yeah. I like that sort of stuff :). I’m gonna head down and shut it off though. It’s really late and I don't want any complaints from the neighbours, lol.’ 

Exiting your room with that worry still gnawing away at your gut, you grabbed your metal baseball bat just for precaution and started making your way downstairs. You definitely remember turning everything off and you’re finding difficulty in rationalizing how your TV is even on right now, but as it turs out, Joel was right all along. There was a western movie playing in your living room. You could hear the movie as you walked down the stairs and see the bright flashes of light flicking across your walls. 

With another text from Joel chiming through, you look down at your phone and read what the man wrote. ‘What does 'lol' mean?' He asked, and it made you giggle before he quickly sent another text. 'Maybe we could watch a movie together sometime? I’ll bring the snacks and even cook dinner for you.’ His offer made you smile as you think about what it would look like to cosy up on the sofa together.

You entertained the thought for all of two seconds before lifting your head to look at your TV in the living, and seeing that it was shut off instantly brought that panicked feeling back to your stomach by tenfold. 

You stood still, frozen in place with fear as you realized where the source of those sounds and bright flashes of light were coming from — behind you in the mirror. It was displaying a series of images and producing sound, and it’s physically impossible that it could even do that, yet you could see those images in the reflection of the black TV screen and hear the sounds over your shoulder. There was a group of men riding horseback yelling as they shot at the sky. It looked so surreal. You couldn’t believe what your eyes were witnessing and your hands began to tremble so violently that you dropped the baseball bat to the floor below. 

A flood of text messages came through your phone from Joel, no doubt asking what that clattering noise was or asking if everything is okay. You don’t know for sure. You couldn’t even look away from the TV screen to look at your phone right now. You were too afraid to take your eyes off what you were seeing in the reflection. There was a man lying against a rock around the edge of a campsite, a dark cowboy hat on his head pulled down as he slept peacefully before the next image took over and was replaced by a large oak tree on a hill. 

You eventually gathered enough courage to turn around and take a proper look at the mirror. It’s as if you were looking into a TV, the sight unbelievable as it was only hours ago that you saw your own reflection, not what you’re seeing now. There’s no possible explanation as to how it's possible, and despite how afraid you are, there is also a sense of curiosity to know more as well. You continue to watch and drink in the displayed images, watching them cycle through like a slideshow. 

The first image was of workers hammering giant nails into an unfinished train track, hence the noise you heard earlier of metal clanging against metal. And the next image was a wide shot of a small town and the land surrounding it, a place that looked to be over one hundred years old. You’re almost certain you saw a big wooden sign over a building that said ‘Saloon’. 

But before you could see the next image, your attention was torn towards your front door with Joel pounding his fist against it urgently. “Y/N, open up,” his voice demanded through the wood, “Is everything okay in there, doll? I heard a commotion and I’m worried. C’mon, I need yer to answer me.” 

You could hear that concern in his tone and watched as he twisted the handle with force, damn near ready to break the thing before his knuckles began rapping at the door again much louder now. “I’m coming.” You called out shakily.

Walking towards the door and unlocking it, you stepped back as he pushed his way inside and reached out to hold your arm. “What’s wrong, girl? Did someone break in?” He questioned instantly and pulled you close, almost moving you behind him actually, as if he were shielding you from whatever spooked you inside the house. You looked like you had just seen a ghost, and your state of shock worried the man, so it’s no surprise he’s acting so protective right now.

“No — no one broke in." You managed to utter, then pointed a finger in the living room as you fully stepped behind him now and held onto his bicep. “It’s that mirror. Something’s wrong with it.” He looks at you with furrowed brows, as if he couldn’t believe you were so alarmed over a mirror, but his expression softens when he realizes that you’re being genuinely serious. You looked like a deer in the headlights.  

Joel decides to take a look by peeping his head inside your living room and sees for himself that the source of light and noise isn’t coming from your TV like he expected. He turned back to look at you with a mildly confused expression and reached past you to shut your front door. “I ain’t ever seen a mirror play a movie like that before.” He said with bewilderment, then stepped into the living room with you to investigate. As he takes a closer look though, he now fully understands why you were so alarmed in the first place and asked: “How the fuck is it doing that?”

“How the hell should I know?” You retort, your voice laced with as much concern as his. Moving towards the mirror together cautiously, you stick to the man’s back like glue and remain close as he scans the object with his eyes and searches for answers. 

“I can’t see anything that can explain it,” he mutters cluelessly, “There’s not even a little projector at the top, speakers or a power button to explain how this is possible.” You nod in agreement with him and feel a whole hell of a lot safer that he’s seeing what you are seeing. It was reassuring and validating your reactions that he, too, found it so bizarre and inexplicable. You couldn’t find a rational explanation, and neither could he. 

However, curiosity got the better of Joel as he reached out to touch the mirror. It didn’t feel right and you had a horrible feeling in your gut, but before you could even think about stopping him or voicing your concerns, he was sucked inside with so much force that he yanked you in there with him.

You screamed and yelled while falling into a seemingly endless void of darkness. It was no longer than two seconds really, but it felt like an eternity before finally breaching the other side and landing on tall blade of grass with a soft thump. You were beneath a tree... a large oak tree.

And it was the very same oak tree you had seen earlier. 

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[arianaofimladris]

My Yennefer cosplay is complete. I took inspiration from her description in The Sword of Destiny in the dragon tale:

 She was wearing just two colours, as usual: black and white. Black hair, long, black eyelashes forcing one to guess the colour of the eyes concealed beneath them. A black skirt and a short, black tunic with a white fur collar. A white blouse of the sheerest linen. On her neck a black velvet ribbon adorned with an obsidian star bestrewn with tiny diamonds.

 Now I’m not sure why there is a tunic in official English translation. In the Polish original Yennefer is wearing a short kaftan, caftan, something that would be closer to a jacket/jerkin/surcoat than a tunic, I think. Anyway, I picture something entirely different when I read “tunic”.

 There is one additional piece that is mentioned the next day in the story, a white kerchief Yennefer uses on her hair. I made one too as an optional addition.

I made the jacket out of two different fabrics. The fur collar is optional, I managed to buy some real fur collar second-hand, it’s probably older than me. For the scarf I used some viscose leftovers from the blouse, and the skirt is black linen.

#Yennefer of Vengerberg #Yennefer cosplay #book Yennefer #book Yennefer cosplay #The Witcher #The Witcher cosplay #The Witcher books #handmade stuff #handmade jewellery

[auburniivenus]

       the  quiet  of  the  night  leaves  thoughts  to  wander  ,  ears  listening  ever  so  carefully   for  her  steady  breathing  in  the  other  room.  he  was.  .  . antsy.  each  night  ,  as  he  had  claimed  the  couch  for  better  or  for  worse  ,  his  own  thoughts  had  bombarded  him  continuously   ,  as  if  they  were  laughing  at  his  demise  of  being  in  such  a  position.  linked  ,   bound   to  someone  he  finds  himself  struggling  to  submit.  morals  ;  what  pesky  things  they  were.   a  huff  is  given  and  body  rises  ,  quiet  with  each  step  to  trail  to  the  room  in  which  she  laid.

       at  first  ,  he  simply  observes  ,  almost  idolizing   the  sight  before  him.  he  had  already  admitted  his  attraction  once  ,  and  even  now  does  he  find  such  an  odd  admiration   residing  in  his  gaze  upon  her.  light  as  feather  does  he  pull  himself  towards  the  bed  ,  and  soon  ,  slipping  onto  it.  soft  shhh   sounds  escape  as  he  lays  on  top  of  the  blanket  next  to  her  ,  digits  finding  her  own  to  curl  them  together.        ❛  do  not  freak  out.  ❜       a  whisper  as  he  inches  closer  ,  eyes  already  drawing  a  bit  heavy.        ❛  the  couch  hurts  to  sleep  on.  ❜

I'VE   SEEN   THE   DEVIL   MORE   THAN   I'VE   SEEN   GOD.   In   the   dim-lit   arbors   of   repose,   she   slumbered,   ensconced   in   her   downy   abode,   surrounded   by   dreams   and   the   lambent   tendrils   of   somnolence.   A   chiaroscuro   embroidery   dabbled   her   facial   features   with   the   argent   beams   of   Diana's   lantern,   filtering   through   diaphanous   curtains   that   uttered   secret   tales   to   the   zephyrs.

Silent   as   a   wraith,   he   glided   into   the   chamber,   seduced   by   the   hypnotizing   lure   of   that   tender   scene.   He   came   unto   her   prostrate   form   upon   the   slumberous   pallet.   His   fingertips   reached   ætherward,   finding   succor   in   the   foil-crowned   orchid   of   Orihime's   hand.   As   their   digits   entwined   like   passionate   sphinxes   in   a   perennial   dance,   the   spellbound   connection   stirred   and   uncoiled.   The   fragments   of   dream-bestrewn   moments   parted   to   reveal   Aesma's   incarnadined   countenance   looming   over   her   like   the   impish   Pantheon   habituated   to   embracing   lovers.

As   consciousness   shimmered   through   the   depths   of   umbrageous   orbs   not   yet   fully   emerged   from   Morpheus'   realm,   a   becalming   warmth   engulfed   her   –   a   solace   amidst   Elysian   dreams   now   woven   with   reality.   Drawing   closer   to   him   as   if   guided   by   an   apiarist's   diligence   toward   nectar-rich   blossoms   and   pollen-laden   anthers,   she   sought   refuge   in   his   embrace.   “You’re   warmer   than   I   thought.”   A   somnolent   gentle   timbre   uttered   as   delicate   arms   clasped   around   him.

#( — .:｡✿*┆ answers ❀ ❞ ) #this is adorable #now she can sleep peacefully in his embrance lol #like a little angle in the devils embrance #sin is the best lol

[woodlandtrust]

The Blackthorn Tree, by Dan Lake

You’ll find me in the hedgerows down the lanes where cowslips grow, accompanied by hawthorn and my kin, the damson tree, and while you look at bluebells growing wildly at my feet you may, just as a fleeting glance, look up and notice me. Around that time my petals of the purest white will form, while whiskers like an old man’s beard sprout from their yellow mouth, but quickly as my blossoms fall, this “mother of the wood” falls silent to the eye to grow, my fruit that’s facing south. Those tiny green-like baubles swell beside my fearsome thorn upon contorted branches bent and crooked, all askew, but though I grow irregular, my wood is firm and strong to bear my harvest of the gods for wise men to accrue. October sees my wholesome yield, dark blue with angel dust, the sprinkled wax that forms a bloom on every sour sloe. For those with knowledge pick my plum not for a sweet dessert, but make a jam or mix with gin to set the cheeks aglow. Then as the year draws to a close, my leaves and fruits bestrewn, another hunter casts his eye to find among my fare a bough that’s straight and strong of heart to make a walking stick, but search he will, and search he must to find that which is rare. My powers are as strong today as they were long ago. My bark, my leaf, my flowers sought to heal throughout the land, this “keeper of the secrets” this old friend of Wiccan charm, so use, but don’t abuse me, or my thorn will prick your hand.

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[motherfuckingmaneater]

passionate kissing, pressed up against a wall

Fingers found purchase in what was left of his clothes - immaculate robes strewn about carelessly as though they didn't cost a small fortune. Then, what's gold to the likes of them?

She hummed against his mouth, cupping his jaw and feeling the warmth of his skin. Fingers slipped into dark hair bestrewn with strands of silver, the familiar scent of his cologne making her knees weak. Still, she stopped him from taking things too far so soon, breaking their kiss to taunt him:

"Here?" a wicked grin crossed full lips, fingers dropping to his belt as she undid it quickly, "dirty old man. . ." Bellatrix bit her lower lip, lipstick smudged, straps of her dress falling over slender shoulders, "kissing me like this while your wife is in the next room."

#dccpestdxrkestdesire #maneaters roleplays #frothing at the mouth #bellorion #gagging for this ship #this affair tho

[ryusxnka]

"Hitsugaya-taicho," she gave him a soft smile, "happy birthday."

In her hands there was a small wrapped box that had chocolate and specially roasted coffees for cold brews and iced coffee for him.

     " ------ Yes, What is it? " He inquires languidly, exhaustion, spurred and weaved by the transcendental gossamer threads of a by-past all-nighter of finalizing distinctive paperwork, seemingly nestled within the innumerous diminutive pores bestrewn throughout his anatomy. ---- The emanated notification of his Birthday expeditiously vexes him, however, asserting positively that her visitation, unanticipated in its nature, was not one exclusively out of business but of contribution for a day he couldn't care less about. -- They were Shinigami, instrumental souls marching 'pon the course of existence sans the urgency of maturation,in discrepancy to those of mortality who heralded their aging methodologies as if it was worthwhile. ------- Eyne thoroughly scrutinizes the package she carried 'gainst her ensemble and they forthwith glisten, in the semblance of reassuring luminaries amidst the expanse of a wintry aurae sky, with instantaneous interest. " --- Is that what I think it is? " Ice coffee, a partiality of his he is not reticent to exhibit publicly. -------- A classification of cold refreshments he'd consider considerably agreeable - Chilled to perfection where it's not too sweet nor bitter to the palate. " Thank you. ----- For bringing me this even though you didn't have to. Ranta. " there's an inkling of contentment appended to his youthful intonation, alacrity erupted into a prospering sincere readiness to position at his desk and subsequently indulge himself in a serving to replenish enough vitality to resume his laborious schedule. He simpers, albeit it is undefined in its impression, and gingerly seizes the considerate gift.

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[lfalexander-author]

Polished another excerpt of Ch. 1

Excerpt - Ch 1. Unnamed Novel L.F. Alexander

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A few hours later, Teddy was cursing to herself alongside each step she took down the a bustling city corridor. It was positively frigid out here and she loathed little more than to be cold. She glared at the range of immense, gray figures looming over her as she stalked down the street, a bitter sea mist gnawing at her cheeks. She blew some air into her hands and rubbed them together vigorously, willing them to thaw.

She briefly humored a stop at any one of the numerous aether donation booths dotted around this borough to trade a vial of it for a shot of cinnamon whiskey or a nice hot cup of tea. It was taking her well over an hour to get to the other side of the city, thanks to the perpetual closure of the Sub-T stations near her seaside apartment. She had begrudgingly walked three miles through the foul-smelling open air market in Virrey Point to the closest open terminal. She could still smell the pervasive stink of raw fish on her skin. She suppressed a shudder of disgust and continued making her way along the terrawalk toward her destination uptown. Teddy loathed fish too.

When Teddy had left her apartment, the twin suns had been high and bright, the warmth of their dual light still not quite enough to heat the air this time of year, but it had at least been bearable. Now, the cloak of night darkened the sky, giving her the stealth she preferred, but making the temperature all the more miserable. She looked up at the stars and observed the position of Isotus, the deep blue moon that always hung low and large, regardless of time of day. She had a few hours before both suns reflected off its surface in Lequius, but she still needed to move quickly. The wash of lapis light would charge her aether stores, but would also make it more difficult to skulk around properly.

Teddy found herself at the end of the alley fairly quickly, face-to-face with a gigantic skyscraper, bestrewn in a reflective, beryl-colored glass. She circled the building until she found a fire escape ladder dangling a few feet over her head. Steeling herself, Teddy lunged up to grab it, beginning her discreet ascent to the higher levels of the city. It wasn't remotely the worst part about her job, but seeking out clandestine means for maneuvering about the city of Belham -- a labyrinthine nightmare constantly crawling with constables -- was taxing, to say the very least. Teddy had a few choice words for the civil engineers of this place. None of which were very polite.

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[boleynsrex]

@thunyielding / 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓. the king's private apartments, following the events of the ‘play in the park.’ 

        The blaze of the hearth licked at his cold flesh, each misshapen amber freckle bestrewn across his skin set aflame, a grand and tarnished gold.  The familiar, pungent aroma of smoldering wood flared within his nostrils as a knock pounded on the oak doors leading into the King’s private apartments.  He lifted his head, still sopping with rainwater, and debated feigning sleep.  Few would dare to request an audience with His Majesty in his sanctuary – restricted, as it were, from the rest of the court – and Wills would hazard a guess that his mother had long concluded her feverish prayers and gone to bed.  That left cousin Rochford, or his sister.   Without observing usual ceremony, the King barks a flippant command to enter, and in a flash, a whirl of red-gold hair and shimmering brocade cascades into his room.  Her long Tudor nose and striking black eyes, unmistakably the hallmark of royal blood.  Elizabeth.

‘No.’  Wills’ lips mould into a thin, disapproving hyphen.  He makes to stand, snuffing out one of the candles flickering by his bed.  The pad of his thumb dances against the hot rim of the sconce, burning ever-so-slightly through a callous.  ‘It’s been a long night.  Whatever you need – a greater dower,  or more ladies to attend upon you – it can wait until the morrow.’   He cocks his head in his sister’s direction, a smirk toying on the edges of his lips as his chest heaved with anticipation.  ‘Unless you’ve come to offer me some observation from the night?’

#gossip? #thunyielding #elizabeth / 001.

[reyjustrey]

Taken from here with my beloved @kylo-wrecked

“Take it, or I'm going to pull you through." 

Rey’s lips were parted enough that, as she breathed, wisps of vapor escaped into the frigid evening air. She and a small band of Resistance fighters had been on the run for two days now; a rescue gone to plan; an evacuation...not so much. The former hostage was a diplomat of some stripe or other - Rey hadn’t a mind for such things; for politics and the intricate dance it entailed. All she knew was that it was for her and her raggedy band of brothers and sisters to bring them safely into the Resistance’s fold, and they’d been doing a grand job of it when the persons they were stealing this important dignitary back from opened the gates of the Nine Corellian Hells on them.

They’d escaped, barely, gone to ground in the rocky crags surrounding the compound they’d liberated of its captive and stayed there; hidden as best they could be as they snaked their halting way away from who and what now hunted them. This - when Ren found her - would be their third night running. But there was an end in sight. What chatter they’d been able to catch through their comms was positive. There’d be a dropship punching through in the next couple of hours to extract them. All they could do now was hunker down and wait for its signal. 

And hunker down was the descriptor for it. 

The planet they’d traveled to for this mission was in the midst of an unseasonably frigid winter; the kind, Rey’s counterparts told her, that’d freeze even the groundwater below the near-surface. Unused to cooler climes at all, let alone something so extreme as this, even the layers of cloth and leather and cloth again she wore did little to keep the Not-A-Jedi from shivering in her boots as her fellows clustered together round a small battery heater they’d snuck into their survival gear in preparation for just this sort of calamity. They were taking a rest beneath an overhang that shielded them from much of the tearing winds that scoured the landscape. Lighting a fire they couldn’t risk, but clustering as a group of three plus rescuee, while Rey and one other took point ten feet to either side of them -- that worked. They’d rotate the watch as needed; make sure everyone had the chance to warm their hands at least.

I can’t do that

Not a head turned in Rey’s direction as she spoke to answer Ren’s demand. Not a head turned as she inclined hers rightwards slightly, unmoving lips still parted as she breathed and as she looked upon him; haggard and stiff and among his bestrewn weaponry, a steaming offering of what she’d gleaned through a look at it to be some kind of high quality portion-like fare held out to her. Despite all it reminded her of Jakku, of the life she’d now escaped, were she able--

I’m not alone

--she’d have gone for it reflexively. All she could do now though was shift her weight where she crouched on guard, ignore the hunger clawing in her guts and the blasting cold on her uncovered face, flick a glance out across her surrounds in search of danger and then, finding none, curl in on herself once more; her attention turning back to Kylo Ren and his food and his fire. A feeling, envy--

Lucky devil

--rippled through their connection, and she wondered briefly if the Force, somehow, was laughing at her expense. It didn’t occur to Rey in the moment that these concordant glimpses they got of each other - even those that might masquerade as being nothing more than random - often came on during times of need. Be it for counsel, company, insight, something. Need seemed to be their lynch pin. But, half frozen-half starved, the young Not-A-Jedi remained heedless. And grew cheeky too, if only mutedly.

Take a bite

It was a challenge, Rey’s eyes smiling and brows raised as she issued it. She’d lived most of her life out of containers like the one Ren offered her. If she could manage that, surely he’d manage a meal’s-worth.

#kylo-wrecked #;; for clarity - she's speaking to him with her mind; not her mouth #;; it's my thought - dear one - that something awful is bearing down on Rey and company #;; and she hasn't got a clue #;; until it's too late #;; and there comes a moment where his threat to pull her through #;; might be tested -- success or failure very much welcome

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adonis otogari idol story 2

i’m kind of on an adonis kick right now so this is his second idol story! as usual, already localized on engstars (but hey, not everyone’s ascending those idol ranks). gimme a follow or a like or uhhh… anything! if you want more of what i do. as usual, i’ve made some minor tweaks/redone translation from the localization for readability.

♪ obligatory disclaimer! none of this is mine, i’m just sharing it for my love of our idol boys. all content belongs to happy elements ♪

adonis: … Is this everything, Sakuma?

rei: Indeed. I’m much obliged, Adonis. My apologies for having you help me with these sundries.

adonis: That’s nothing. There’s nothing happier for me than helping others.

“Leave the heavy work to me,” is what I always say. I want to be able to help the weak.

rei: Kekeke, it’s like you’re caring for the elderly… I should allocate part of my pension for your allowances ♪

adonis: Oh, so you’re getting pensions already, Sakuma? I didn’t think your age meets the requirements.

Anyway… I didn’t know that there’s a room like this in ES. I’m surprised.

I heard that this building is new, but there are all sorts of objects from old to new in this prop room.

rei: Hm. Although the ES building is in itself newly built, the agencies that moved into it are well-established. Our agency, Rhyth Lin, enjoys a rich history in particular.

The things you helped move into this room are old equipment that Rhyth Lin no longer uses ♪

adonis: I see… So that’s what it is.

rei: More often, moving companies are hired for a job such as this, yet these bestrewn things had been resting in abeyance until now due to our hurried relocation.

In any case, thank you so much, Adonis. Here is the agency’s payment for this.

It is modest in amount, but you can use it to fund your activities at Yumenosaki Academy.

You’re in fact entitled to funding from Rhyth Lin without having to work part-time at all…

Yet you’re determined to cover your expenditures on your own. Am I correct?

adonis: Yes. I heard that other units at school are all relying on themselves for funds. We shouldn’t be the only ones who get financial support from our agency.

rei: Kekeke, that’s respectable, Adonis.

Hearing that from you motivates me to finish the piled-up chores of our agency and go enjoy UNDEAD Lives on campus ♪

adonis: I appreciate your kindness, but Oogami said he’d rather you not come to see our Live.

rei: Oh, that’s a door slammed in my face. Please cherish your predecessors, will you?

adonis: Yes, I totally agree.

Since you and Hakaze graduated, Oogami and I have been the only ones attending UNDEAD activities on campus.

We can’t easily make up for the absence of you two.

We wish we could be more reliable…

Now that I mentioned this, could you please offer me some advice, Sakuma?

rei: Advice… Hm. You seldom seek help from me, Adonis.

All I have to tell… are antiquated, cautionary setsuwa.

adonis: “Setsuwa”...? Sorry, I have never heard of that word.

rei: They are instructive folktales from the past. I know you are not proficient in Japanese, but allow me to stray a little. (1)

Rumor has it that ES is haunted by spiritualized remorse. And that ghosts roam this building every night.

Kekeke. The regrets of those idols obliterated by time have perchance manifested as spirits…

adonis: I see. That’s an interesting story.

But what do the ghosts have to do with your advice, Sakuma…?

rei: Hm, regardless of my willingness to continue with this story, I wander off-topic.

On all accounts, you are part of this idol industry where many give up on their dreams halfway…

… And you are now in the prime of your life as an idol.

And the prime is ephemeral. If you give all of your time and energy to other people, rue and resentment will one day find their way to agonize you.

There was one time when I used my power only for others without thinking for myself, from which nothing but vacuity was born.

Do whatever you want to do as an idol, Adonis ♪

adonis: Do what I want to do…

Let me think. Now that my home country is at peace, I want to enjoy my life as an idol. I want to sing to everyone.

… Is that okay?

rei: It’s your life. I’ll support you in whatever path you choose.

adonis: Thanks. As you have said, Sakuma, I’ve been thinking too much for others and have overlooked my fans, who anticipate much from me.

Even the ghost in ES will be angry at me for this.

Sorry to the spirits who live in ES… I didn’t realize your regrets and I was blinded by my sense of responsibility.

Please forgive me.

rei: You’re so sincere and honest, Adonis, being respectful to those in the afterlife… Witnessing that warms my heart.

Kekeke. Precisely thanks to the pure hearts like you beside me, I, who once crouched in the darkness of the night, was able to become a human being.

Thank you, Adonis.

adonis: I should be the one thanking you, Sakuma.

I’m sincerely grateful to you for lending a hand to me whenever I lose my way.

When disaster struck my home country, it was you who accepted me as a member of UNDEAD. I can’t thank you enough.

That’s why I want to advance on the way you paved for me. Maybe I will diverge sometimes…

But by that time, I’m sure I will be carving my own way.

translator’s note:

this translates to “I trust your apprehension of Japanese, so allow me to stray a little.” despite being great at rei’s old-man speak, this just doesn’t make a ton of sense normally, so i yanked some things around with context/situational clues and literal meanings for clarity. 

these notes probably feel a bit extraneous, but i feel that it’s important that i point out exactly where i deviate from the original (in places other than grammar) just out of respect for the original content. anyhoo!! as always, thank you bunches for reading. hugs and kisses! feel free to shoot me a message, a story you’d like translated, or an ask! i’d love to talk to you all :)

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