#but I didn't want to erase all of what I wrote on them so yeah. Fuck these things.

[wizard-irl]

Buyers Beware - Andara "Crystals"

TLDR: It's glass slag with buzzwords sold for an iPad's worth of money.

Explanation and examples below the cut.

Archive of post.

Andara crystals are said to contain the prima-materia of alchemic fame, found by a Native shaman on a sacred site near a spiritual vortex, often claimed to be Mt. Shasta in California. Andara crystal is said to be both Atlanean and Lemurian; a stone of ascended masters, saints, and angels that vibrates in higher densities. It can clear "electromagnetic smog," activates and aligns all chakras, and accelerates spiritual growth. They are also said to be monatomic, completely missing the point of the term, which is often applied to gases made of one atom, such as helium.

What is slag? Smelt byproduct, which is notably not natural crystal or glass. Andara crystals have comparable composition to artificial soda-lime glasses over natural glasses like obsidian. Glass is not monatomic; it is commonly made from silicon dioxide, the same material as quartz.

Do you want to know how much they sell for?

Below is a search for glass slag.

Pretty similar in appearance, huh? That yellow piece is very pretty; I bet I could take it for 12$ and sell it as "Golden Light Pleiadean Ascended 6D Shaman Monatomic Andara Crystal" for 500$, and someone would buy it for that amount.

Is this worth it because they've shoved a bunch of spiritual words into the title and description promising the sun and moon to you if you pony up the cash for them?

The reason why they price them so high is people do buy them at these prices, because many people have no idea what they're actually buying.

You're not buying communication to angels. You're not buying a spiritual accelerant. You're not buying a chakra opener. You're buying well-advertised glass.

#self post #crystals #EDIT: Added alt text. #Another spinoff from a masterpost on crystals I'm working on #Realised that I shouldn't use the bulk of the post to complain about these bastards when something shorter would suffice #but I didn't want to erase all of what I wrote on them so yeah. Fuck these things. #|| #witch 101 #witchcraft 101 #andara crystal #baby witch #beginner witch #crystal witch #witchblr #witches of tumblr #witch tips #crystal #andara crystals #witch101 #wicca #crystal healing

[myntrose]

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊redemption𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

ft: Zhongli x gender neutral! Reader

cn: hurt no comfort :D, sagau/imposter au! , golden blood au! , mentions of blood and attack, attempted execution, use of Zhongli's archon name, slighty cultish theme, grammar

a/n: y'all the absolute CHOKEHOLD that sagau! has on me is insane (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) i wrote this with spite due to zhongli never coming home to me. y'all i've lost 50/50 to his all banners t-t

word count: 731

song on replay: Shinunoga E-Wa by Fujii Kaze

"...goodbye~ Oh don't you ever say bye bye, yeah"

He knows he doesn't have the right to be jealous. He knows that the the heaviness is heart is something he deserves, a sliver of punishment he must feel for causing you all the pain and suffering you endured.

To this day, months after the incident, he can still feel the blood, your golden blood, on his hands. It's ironic, really. Zhongli, or Morax, the God of Contracts, the God of War. Everything he did was in your name. As the oldest amongst gods and mortals, he always prided himself as your most loyal follower. He strived to protect your name against blasphemy.

In his nightmares he can still hear your voice. The tremble of your pleads. The shaking "please, spare me" and "mercy".

more utc!

This is just a dream, you told yourself. You were sending your day like you do most others. Following the same routine, passing by the same buildings and houses like every other day. Nothing seemed off, until you awoke from your sleep to realize that you were no longer in your world.

Maybe you would have felt excited. In Teyvat, you could have had a chance to meet all your favorites, all your comfort characters. After all, everyone treated the Traveler, an outsider from another world, well. What difference would it be as another outsider as yourself?

Your breath grew heavy, and your feet started to drag along the earth below you. How did you even get to this position? All you wanted was to find a friendly face, perhaps Amber or another one to the Knights of Favonius.

Running from Mondstadt to Liyue was no easy journey. While it was the people who were after your head, you could only thank whatever force allowed for the other creatures to stay away from your path. The hilicurls never seemed to notice you; the slimes would sometimes lead you towards places to hide.

You hoped the people of Liyue would give you a different welcome than those of Mondstadt. In a way, they did. In Monstadt, they gave you a chance to escape. Here, they didn't.

The ever so busy streets of Liyue were crowded once again, but now for a different reason. Zhongli happened to be amongst the crowed, when the Tianquan herself announced the situation before them.

"We have the traitor here, the one who dares impersonate the Divine Creator"

With that alone, Zhongli came out of hiding and announced himself once again as the Archon of Geo. How else was he, the creators most devoted acolyte, suppose to bring this traitor to justice?

His spear, the Vortex Vanquisher, the weapon you spent months saving up for, was pointed directly at your head. You've survived this long, all to die at the hands of the character you've cared for the most. Morax granted you the luxury of saying your final words. He expected you to cry out for mercy, but was met with something that left him frozen.

At this point there were no more tears for you left to cry. Tired and exhausted, you look up at him. Moving carefully, you lift your hands towards the weapon inches to your face. Even with such a weak grip, the spear cuts into your hand.

"I would rather die at your hands than that of a stranger"

Morax backs away from you, his polearm falling to his side. It was easy to mistake the gold color on the tip of his spear to be the shine of the sun illuminating the ore that made it. But Morax knew what the golden glint was.

Time may heal all wounds, but it doesn't erase the scars left behind. Zhongli has tried his best to redeem himself. He knows he is the least deserving to be at your every call. Even so, he feels that he's more fit to serve you than those fools from Sumeru.

He can't help but feel his heart drop whenever you dismiss him, when you tell him his services aren't needed. But what hurts him more is the visible fear in your eyes whenever he gets a bit to close.

No, he refuses to be the reason why you don't feel safe. He refuses to be the one you fear. He'll redeem himself, he swears. In one way or another, he'll show you that he deserves to be at your side.

zhongli bby pls come home

#zhongli x reader #zhongli x gn!reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli angst #genshin impact angst #genshin sagau #sagau #sagau angst #sagau zhongli #sagau x reader #self aware genshin au #genshin impact sagau #genshin impact sagau x reader #genshin imposter au #morax x reader #ZHONGLI BBY PLS COME HOME I SWEAR ILL TREAT YOU RIGHT #day 1/??? of writing zhongli angst until he comes home #*ੈ✩‧₊˚night's library*ੈ✩‧₊˚

[c4qwp]

leon kennedy x fem!reader

| a mistake he made that he cannot erase.

📎 tags : angst, female reader, you’re the other woman, ada mentioned, no use of (y/n), cheating, leon being a bitch (whoops)

📎 author’s note : this story is really short, s’gonna have 2 chaperd ig, i cried like a bitch whereas i love angst so thihihi i love it :3

prologue

prologue — a lana song — chapter one

in the beginning, your life together was like a fairy tale. you were deeply in love, sharing dreams and aspirations. every day was filled with excitement, laughter, and new adventures. you would surprise each other with thoughtful gestures and spend hours talking about your hopes and plans for the future. it seemed like nothing could ever break their bond.

as time went on, however, their perfect life began to settle into a comfortable routine. you fell into predictable patterns and became accustomed to the stability you two had created. the once-thrilling surprises became rare, and your conversations became more focused on mundane tasks and responsibilities.

at first, you didn't notice the subtle changes. you two were both busy with your jobs and work, and the routine provided a sense of stability amidst the chaos of life. but as the days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, a sense of dissatisfaction started to creep into your relationship.

your once-passionate love life became less passionate, as intimacy became more routine and predictable. you started to spend less quality time together, getting lost in your individual pursuits. the dreams and aspirations you once shared began to fade, replaced by a sense of complacency.

he was really busy with his work. he had a mission in spain to save the president's wife. which was something very important and stressful.

he never sent you a single message. maybe it was because he was busy or something else...if it was the case. you called him once at 2AM because you were very worried. he did not answer. you called again and miraculously it picked up! you were about to start your sentence with the words you had kept inside you for days saying you were worried sick; when suddenly you heard a...growl? from a animal, right? yeah that's what you guessed since it would be weird if it was something else —

a kiss?

why did you hear a kiss?

'i knew you hadn't changed, pretty boy.'

a woman. a woman voice.

'say no if you don't want it.'

you heard the sound of a kiss. again. it doesn't stop. fuck

your boyfriend was cheating on you. the shock and betrayal cut deep, shattering the trust you had placed in him. you were crying on the phone silently but you finally hung up.

he saw his screen on and saw the call interface in the middle of a call disappear. you heard everything.

he tried to call you back. once. twice. three times. it stays on your answering machine.

you didn't have the courage to see him face to face. his handsome face to discuss all this. you didn't want to cry in front of him. suffer even more. you wrote him 3 letters telling him everything you had in your heart and left your apartment.

3 letters from you

and

1 letter from him

['read them but don't send

me an answer.']

['i don't deserve you. you don't have to forgive me, but please let me talk to you.']

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy fanfiction #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x fem reader #resident evil #resident evil 4 #angst #resident evil x reader #ada wong

[themultifandomgal]

A mini headcannon please for Severide and Caaey dating a British girl?

Kelly/Matt- Polyamorous Relationship Headcannon

YN was the newest detective at PD, Jay's newest partner since he and Hailey started dating. YN moved from the UK to New York originally, but once Voight got word that New York had one of the best detectives he knew he needed her on his team. So he put a transfer offer in and she agreed.

After a tuff case Jay invited YN to join him and the others to go to the bar Mollys or pub as YN would call it. That's where she met Kelly Severide trying to chat up a woman while nursing a beer. When the woman walks away from Kelly that's when YN and Kelly start talking.

It started off as just friendly, YN met everyone at the firehouse and quickly became friends with everybody,but the one probably that YN had was she had gained feelings for not only Kelly but Matt Casey as well. Little did she know at the time both of them also gained feelings for her.

It took a while for them to all reveal their feelings, but when they did YN never felt more confused. She didn't know what to do at first thinking she had to choose, but Matt and Kelly reassured her that she didn't need to choose between either of them, they just wanted to be with her.

It was new for all of them, being in a 3 way relationship so while they were getting used to this they kept their romance a secret. That is until YN let it slip to Jay that she was stressed about what people would think. Jay at first was shocked, but supported his partner and friend.

6 months into their relationship they decided to tell their friends which they all were worried about, but they really didn't need to be. Their friends were supportive of them, although it may get some used to for everyone but YN, Matt and Kelly weren’t treated any differently.

They’re often seen at Mollys having a couple beers, YN sat in the middle of Matt and Kelly. Kelly’s arm is usually round her shoulder while Matts hand is often on her thigh. This is one of the ways that Matt and Kelly let everyone know that she’s taken.

Matt and Kelly are both very protective of YN, but she can be just as protective. Like when a woman was hitting on Kelly at Mollys, YN walked over and sat on Kelly’s lap giving the woman a overly sweet smile. Or when YN had been called on to a job helping the fire department during an active shooting in a burning building. YN would keep Matt behind her at all times with her gun raised.

After they decided it was the right time to move I together they fell into a pattern and certain roles. Kelly is often the one the cook for the three of them while Matt often washes up after dinner and YN will clean down the surfaces. When YN is off she will usually strip the bed and do all of the washing, while when Kelly and Matt are off they will clean the house. This doesn’t mean that every now and then they will creep on to each other’s roles or just help one another.

Being in a relationship with someone who’s British Kelly and Matt had to get used to her sayings. Like the time YN was writing something down in pencil and she makes a mistake. She asks Kelly “can you pass me a rubber”. Of course Kelly was super confused to why YN wanted a condom, but went and found her one anyway. When he gave her the condom YN frowns looking at him “why have you given me a condom? We’re not having sex right now”. “But you asked for a rubber?” he replied also frowning. “Yeah to rub out what I wrote”. “Ohhh an eraser” he would come to the realisation.

Or when YN and Matt has gone shopping and YN asked Matt to pick up an aubergine “a what now?” Matt would ask confused. “Oh god is this another thing with a different name”. “Must be. What’s it look like?”. “It’s the errm, the dick emoji” YN would whisper. “Ahhh eggplant”.

A few years into their relationship they decided to have a baby. Well the plan was shed have a baby with Kelly first then in a years time she would have a baby with Matt. That way they would both have a biological baby, not that they were overly bothered, but since they could they thought why not.

When YN fell pregnant she had certain cravings that neither Matt or Kelly could find since they were specifically British snacks. Crumpets and quavers. Kelly learnt how to make crumpets from scratch while Matt would phone YNs family to ask them to send quavers to them.

YN, Matt and Kelly work well together. It may have not been what any of them thought their lives would look like, but you can’t help who you fall for.

Crumpets are a type of bread with holes that a toasted and often served with butter. I actually like them with no butter and soft cheese.

Quavers are a type of crisp/chip that are cheese flavoured. They are my absolute favourite crisp.

#one chicago #one chicago imagine #chicago fire imagine #chicago fire #kelly severide x reader #kelly severide x yn #kelly severide #kelly severide x oc #kelly severide imagine #matt casey x reader #matt casey #matt casey x oc #matt casey imagine #matt x Kelly x reader #casey x Severide x reader

[gildeddlily]

can I say something?

something I've started to not quite dislike, but not appreciate much about pjo was the way rick riordan talked about and characterized some gods- like Ares (still understand why he did that tho).

personally, as a kid who grew up reading myth after myth, I've always loved Ares, and when I re-read after years the pjo books some months ago I noticed how some of the gods are kind of lazy-written, or simply treated badly- as characters ofc.

one of them is Ares.

Ares is kind of impossible to appreciate in the books.

the only good moment he has is the "that's my girl" with Clarisse (but it still happened after years of neglect so yeah, not so great at the end), and then it's all bad, and he kind of gets ignored in favour of other gods- like Poseidon, who does mistakes but still can be appreciated, and is someone we could even relate too. Hades, Persephone, Hermes, Apollo and Artemis, they were we can say well-rounded second characters.

Demetra, Dionysus (except for the "protect my son" bit in the fifth book loved him for that and in general him with pollux and castor) but especially Aphrodite and Ares are just there so symbolize something Percy and us readers dislike.

(this is about Ares, but I could talk ab Aphrodite for hours (another day bud))

Ares is fucking cool.

he's the god of war, so unlike some of his other relatives his domain can never get weak, because humans are always fighting, there's always a war somewhere- but the way rick wrote him kind of erased the part where people prayed to him in order to not only beat someone and win a conflict, but also to survive one.

who attacked first prayed for Ares to help them, who was attacked and fought back prayed for Ares to make them survive and exit the conflict as winners, because there are always two sides in a war, and Ares represents them both.

but I can understand why rick ignored this part of him and reduced him to an extremely strong god who loves conflicts- and why, as a 11ys kid I didn't really got that. I was just sad that my fav god wasn't a cool guy. now I'm older, and I notice that, but still I don't blame him for writing Ares like that.

it's a kids book, and I can't pretend from it to be the greatest thing ever written, and I can appreciate these books with ease.

(and yk, war may be natural, but it doesn't mean it's right, so it's normal that a kids book characterised the god of war as someone despicable.

every god is despicable (as it should be, not so strange from the god of death to steal from earth someone young and all springy and trap them in his realm, it's kind of how life works!!!), but it's hard to explain kids how sexual assault and murder were their breakfasts and lunches, while war=wrong is easy and right! so)

but the show changed that?

it's changing a lot of things, but first of all it's dealing with things about greek gods that were ignored or set to the side in the books- the way it so heavily say, again and again, how the life they expected demigods to live was wrong.

but, honestly, I simply loved Ares.

not only for the twitter fights, but for his talk with grover mainly.

and even though grover said those things in order to manipulate him into telling him what he wanted to know- it was more than nice to see how they fixed and perfected an almost ignored character (in the books a strong, too prideful and not-at-all wise god).

can't what to see what they'll do with aphrodite my wife and pride!!!!

#i have to say no beta read we die like my will to live after annabeth's speech and what is love #really too tired to re-read this #take my ramble #this is from my littel heart #live laugh love ares #pjo ares #pjo tv show #pjo series #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #rick riordan #pjo verse #aphrodite #greek mythology

[floredaqueen]

True Story

18+

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This is a true story ..

The knock at the door was jarring, especially with what happened last night. Mercedes was still cleaning up after everyone that morning while trying to contain her reckless feelings that were unleashed that night as well. She put down the sculpted glasses that were used for the banquet, her rich, melanin hands running through her perfectly quafted silk press put her hair through to distract herself.

The walk to the door was draining, every step she was contemplating if she should just let someone else get it.. but when that thought paused, she was already right in front of the crimson double doors. She opened one of them, her eyes fluttering up to see the beautiful blonde she wished she could erase form.

About all the lies I've fantasized..

"Hey, uh–" Immediately , she interrupted his lightly spoken words, all the way her eyes struggled to stay on his. And so she diverted to hay that he sported backwards on his ashe blonde locks that seemed to have no clue was gravity was unless they were contained by the cap.

"What is it, JJ?" She didn't really give a fuck about what he wanted. Mercedes couldn't stand to even look at him, let alone actually want to give want he wants.. and yet she stood there, obviously worn out and disheveled as she heard him out.

"I just.. wanted to know if you needed help cleaning up," He proudly, boyishly held up a bucket, a pair of yellow rubber gloves, and an industrial scrub brush.. The funny thing was the bucket contained a whole bunch of cleaning supplies that Mercedes could tell he just bought. As if she didn't have enough already.

"I have maids to help me do that, thanks." Her voice got softer as she thought about the kind gesture even as her mind pictured the worst of the night before.

'Bout you and I..

"Yeah, but I know you like doing it.." JJ's eyes smiled along with pretty curve of his lips, the mouth she envisioned all over someone else. Erstwhile, she searched for wine she hid and those stupid love letters she wrote to him but was too chicken to give him. The very fact that it warmed her heart frustrated her.

"Since when do you presume to know anything about me?" She'd scoff, her voice still weakly soft. If she raised it at all, she knew it would break. Instantly, the Pouge was taken aback.

This is a true story

"Woah, okay. I'm trying to be nice here," he spat out, running his hands through his hair in frustration. He could see the hurt in her eyes as she took a small step back from him, crossing her arms tightly across her chest. Mortification flooded through him as he realized how harsh his previous words must have sounded.

It wasn't intentional, he never meant to ridicule her or smash her heart to pieces. But he had a habit of speaking without thinking, rationalizing his own feelings without regard for how it affected others. In his mind, he was just being honest - but the words had come out all wrong.

He tended to disconnect from emotions, both his own and others. It was easier that way, or so he told himself. But now, looking at her as she tried to hold back tears, he saw the damage he had caused. If only he had taken a moment to pause, to consider her perspective before blurting out a response fueled by his own discomfort.

About all the games

But it was too late now. The words hung heavily between them, cutting deep. All he could do was apologize sincerely and hope, hope that she knew he never intended to hurt her so callously. But the damage was done, and he knew it would take time to heal those painful bruises to her heart. Time and care that he hoped, next time, he could give before it was too late.

"Well, I don't expect you to. You can leave," *She was quick to try and close the door on him, JJ being more than quick enough to catch it before it did. Mercedes flinched a bit, JJ noticing too late. He was still stuck on the complete rejection she just gave him.

I know you've played.

"What the hell's your problem?" Did he really just say that? 'What's HER problem?' His seeming oblivion pushed her right to the edge. Her cheeks blew themselves out, Mercedes just trying to keep her eyes from going glassy.

"My problem is you, JJ! I hate you!!" The silence between them was damning, the girl feeling the shake of her hands. She didn't mean that, not in the way she said it. JJ on the other hand felt his hard gaze soften, finally understanding where her despair accumulated. His own thoughts reverted back to the night before, the ashe blonde rather having his tongue down some other girl's throat than to have to be alone with the girl he had real romantic feelings for.

Boy, this is not what I need. (Give me your love, give me your love)

Mercedes found them together, her heart dropping to meet the dead butterflies in her stomach. Her head was pound as she dropped wine she copped from her kitchen. She couldn't breath. She couldn't think. The Kook princess just felt hard.

"Oh, god.." "Oh my God.." "Oh my God.."

The last thing she remembered doing was sobbing in her locked room until she passed out.

Not what I want. (Give me your love, give me your love)

"'Cedes.." He started, not getting very far with the way tears quickly swelled up in Mercedes' eyes before they boiled over like a steaming hot pot of water.

"I HATE the way you make me feel.." That was true, even through her resurrected sorrows just by looking at his sweet face. Her heart contorts, her face gets hot, the he makes her smile, the way he smiled, his laugh and the butterflies start swarming..

"'Mercedes"

"Then I find you mid-fuck with Adrisa in the goddamn game room-" Voice already broken, Mercedes choked on her words. It.. might seem stupid.. they weren't even together. They were just friends, but the way she wished it was her lips he was locking with her own while his hands struggled to pull off her dress.. out of passion, our of desire and built up want. It was the only thing she was holding onto after saw JJ.

It's NOT gonna happen to me. (Give me YOUR love, love love)

"You don't get to make it all better after you made the shit worse!" JJ froze as her words cut through him. Even then, JJ selfishly acted, the beautiful blonde boy dropping the supplies in his hand before those same hands pulled the sorrowful girl in. Mercedes trembled, the trauma still raw within her even as heir lips met with a hungry passion, yet also a healing tenderness. JJ cradled her gently yet firmly, pouring his care and regret into the kiss. Mercedes clung to him, taking what comfort she could in his strong embrace.

For a moment, all else faded - only this connection between them remained. An anchor in the storm of her grief. She came to her senses then, her face contorting as her tears continued to uncontrollably stream down her cheeks. A second after, she shoved him away, running him out of her home with one thought.

"Get OUT!!" Slammed the door behind her before sliding down it and shielding her shiny dark crown.

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I wrote this as a way to immediately heal from the situation I just went through. Is it like anything real? Just wishful, dramatic thinking. Thanks for putting up with it. I know it's not good, it's jumbled emotions I'm trying to piece together with characters I'm currently obsessed with. Okay bye.

#artists on tumblr #original art #obx #ocs #jj obx imagine #jj obx #obx fanfiction #obx fic #obx jj maybank #jj outer banks #outer banks jj #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj mayback imagine #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank angst #mEGA angst #im so in my fucking feelings #please bare with me #heartbroken #heartbreak #heartache #im feeling heartbroken #drama #outer banks imagine #outer banks #jj maybank x fem!oc.

[onnahu]

Jason Todd fanfiction (almost)

Tw: normal dc level of triggers I guess?

It's a monologue that I wrote for Jason in the fic that I never finished, but I kinda like it and it pretty much shows how I see The Batarang Incident tm. So yeah.

For a little context, Jason is talking with Dick after a drama with Bruce about Jason's feelings towards him and utrh confrontation between them came out, and Dick was like 'you can't expect B to break his moral code yada yada'.

"I think you greatly misunderstand some things. I obviously wanted, still want, Bruce to kill Joker. But I always knew he wouldn't do it. If he was to, it would be years ago, after my death. So I never expected Bruce to kill him. I'm not that stupid. What I wanted, was for him not to save him. So I gave him a choice to let me kill him, or kill me. He didn't do either, obviously, but his choice pointed what he would rather do. He threw a batarang at me, sliced my neck, and then took Joker and left me in a burning building rigged to blow up. And I didn't die, but it was pure luck. The wound that I had, it would kill any normal person. I didn't die because of Lazarus Pit, that gave me a little bonus to healing. But Bruce didn't know me. So for all he knew, I would die. And apparently he never miss. So tell me. Am I that bad? Is Bruce as good as you make him look? I have an excellent reason to hate and don't trust him, even erasing every other shit he's done."

#jason todd #the batarang incident #under the red hood #batman #dc comics #bruce wayne #red hood #dick grayson #monologue #fanfiction

[sourbinnie]

☆ cerca de ti.mp3 ☆

♡ genre ¿? ♡ -> angst ♡ pair ¿? ♡ -> ot8!skz x gn!reader ♡ plot ¿? ♡ -> the song they wrote when you left them + some moments and how it went down. ♡ warnings ¿? ♡ -> swearing ; smoking (weed) ♡ request ¿? ♡ -> nope

a/n: so i had this idea today and i wrote it all today because i wanted it out as soon as possible. i obviously get it if you don't like or think it's kinda odd? idk i really enjoyed this and the process of it so i hope yall like it too. it was kind of inspired by edits that i see on instagram where they make stray kids lipsync to latin songs, goddamn i love those. so yeah this is my take on how they would sing cerca de ti!

[ intro : chan & seungmin ] cerca de ti estaba bien y de tu vida me borré (close to you i was okay but of your life i got erased) y ella ante' no lo veía, pero sé que te fallé (but she didn't see it before but i know i failed you) y si ahora vuelves, te juro que no te vuelvo a perder (and if you come back, i swear that i won't lose you again) porque me di cuenta que muero si me alejo de tu piel (i realized that i die when i'm far away from your skin)

when they first started writing this song, only one thing would come to their minds and that was you. it wasn't your typical love song or even sad song but more of a mix of emotions that all the members were feeling condensed into one song. one they would call close to you, one that would express how much a certain person had changed them and their experiences with that individual.

chan at first didn't want to take a part in the song, he thought it was too soon, too much but the rest convinced him that it would be a good idea to let go with lyrics (it wasn't). when he wrote the first two verses of the introduction, he knew he was fucked and he was too deep now. when you decided to leave, he was the last one you saw and he got the final word, it didn't go well. he was too harsh and too egoistic to see what was happening in front of his eyes, the hate that blinded him was making him spill words that he didn't mean. 

"(y/n) i don't think you're realizing what you're doing." he said almost as if you were betraying him and the boys as you packed your things. you thought this was the right choice all along and you weren't gonna get convinced, especially by someone who wasn't showing they cared or that they appreciate you in anyway (he did very much so in the end). 

"what do you want me to do chan? to pretend everything's alright? god you guys really only think about yourselves." you said and it wasn't nice but it needed to be said. you've been left in the dust for way too long to care about other people's feelings, especially if it was the 8 boys you were referring to.

"rich coming from you, you act like we don't have a job. our lives don't revolve around you!" he exclaimed but it just made you roll your eyes. you weren't talking about that, you never even once mentioned their job because you knew how busy their schedules were but it just got to the point where they didn't show that they cared, that they loved you, that they wanted you. "if you leave, you aren't coming back."

"watch me." you said as you walked out the front door and out of their lives.

seungmin felt so lost without you, he got too used to your presence. he got used to your morning kisses, you preparing his lunch for work, how you would listen to him. the thing he missed the most was your body, not really in a sexual way, he just wanted to hold you. to feel your skin against his and plant a kiss on your cheek, he wanted to kiss your lips again and love you tenderly & softly.

he didn't think much of you leaving because he knew in the end you would come back to them. when you didn't for months, he lost hope and when the boys suggested writing, he was the first one grabbing a pen and a paper. he almost seemed desperate to get these feelings out of the way.

"you think they're gonna listen to it?" jeongin asked and the older didn't know how to respond. he wanted you to hear it, for you to process the words that everyone was singing. you were always so attentive towards their lyrics that it just made sense that if you heard it, you would want to contact them right?

"i hope so, this is our last shot i think." seungmin responded and jeongin nodded as he sat down next to him to write the lyrics. everyone needed to put in a bit of effort to make a team and for it to be put out.

[ chorus : chan, seungmin & jeongin ] y si fuera por mí, estaría cerca de ti, eh (and if it was up to me, i would be close to you) pero tengo que dejarte volar (but i gotta let you fly) supongo que es una parte dе amar (i guess it's a part of love) y si fuera por mí, estaría cerca dе ti, yeah (and if it was up to me, i would be close to you, yeah) pero tengo que dejarte volar (but i gotta let you fly) supongo que es una parte de amar (i guess it's a part of love)

vocalracha did the chorus, it just seemed right. jeongin finding the right words to go with the flow and chan's voice starting it were exactly what everyone was looking for. it was their way of showing they were letting go but not willingly because if it was up to all of them they would want to continue what they had with (y/n).

jeongin took it really hard when you left. like seungmin, he had hope that you would come back, that it might be a mistake or a joke in bad taste but it wasn't like that. he didn't even get to say goodbye, to tell you to take care of yourself. he wanted you so bad in every way that your presence not being there for him when he needed you the most was destroying him.

"hyung i wish i could talk to them. i'm so lost and i don't even know what to do." jeongin expressed, in the verge of crying because he just wanted you but he was stuck in the dorms not even knowing where you were.

"we gotta give them time innie, i know it's hard but we'll find a way." chan said as let the younger cry and let his worries out. even if he didn't feel like things were gonna get better, his hyung always had his back.

right now he was feeling less broken, more confident but he just wanted you to hear this song. even if you didn't want to, these were the things that needed to be said and expressed by the members. he felt like he was left in the dark, he was trapped and had no way out but right now he was seeing the light. when they were filming the music video, everything shined so bright and it took his breath away. if only you could be right there, right now. 

[ verse 1 : jisung & minho ] cerca de ti fue que sentí que ya no había más na' malo (yeah-eh) (close to you i felt like there was nothing that could be bad) cerca de ti fue que sentí que ya no había más na' de amor (close to you i felt like there was no more love) sé que me fui lastimado (ey), dejaste en mí todo raro (i know i left hurt, you left everything weird in me) yo no sé cuándo estaré sano (i don't know when i'm gonna heal) pacas y pacas, todas las gasté, stop, ¿toda esa mierda pa' qué? (bags and bags, i spent them all. stop, all of that shit for what?) ya no me sirve fumar de la maría si no e' con vo' en el hotel (now i can't smoke the maria if it's not with you in the hotel) oh-oh, no me sirve fumar si no e' con vo' en el hotel (oh-oh, i can't smoke if it's not with you in the hotel)

jisung like he said, was left with a mix of everything. the weirdness that affected him when he wasn't by your side but the way you made him believe that he could be loved again lived within him. you showed him a new side of himself, way more careful and way more calm, one that brought peace everywhere he went. he carried that when he wasn't with you because he would go crazy if he didn't.

"you're kinda different today, i like the vibe." you said as you sat down next to him and he smiled, nodding. he couldn't explain the relaxation that invaded his body whenever he found himself in the same room as you. he couldn't let go of the feeling and yet at the same time he didn't want to.

"just wanted to be with you and enjoy the moment." he mumbled burying himself in you but then coming up to give you a sweet kiss. you smiled and pulled him closer as you made out on the sofa in the 3racha + hyunjin) dorms. 

he found himself smiling at the memories and not looking back because he was confident this would catch your attention. maybe a little too cocky for his liking but he knew you all too well to know that this isn't the end but the start of something different.

minho wasn't a big smoker, yet this verse was a reminder of how fucked up you two got at the hotels when he was on tour. when he brought you along, he wasted all of his money on you and on pleasing you, whatever the baby wanted they would get. maybe he acted more like a sugar daddy and didn't realize but he couldn't care less because he wanted to spoil you rotten.

"dude are you smoking?" jisung asked him and he could just nod, of course jisung was only interested because he wanted to hop on the same train. "this is fucking harder than i thought it would be, everything i write is shit."

"i wrote my verses but i still feel like it's missing their approval." minho said laughing, a bit high already. jisung just laughed because his giggles were contagious. they would spend the whole night like this, just going back and forth with new bars but in the end settling down for the ones they had at first. there was a reason those were the first things they thought of, it was because they came out of the broken heart they were experiencing.

staying silent wasn't unusual for them but since they met you, you would always invade with your voice and say whatever you were thinking. now the silence was uncomfortable and they just wanted to hear your voice again.

[ verse 2 : changbin & hyunjin ; both ] miro pa' atrás y parece to' un chiste (i look back and it seems like a joke) yo sé que no daba y por eso te fuiste (i knew i couldn't do it and that's why you left) no sé qué le pa', no sé qué le diste (i don't know what's going on, i don't know why you gave) pero estoy nuevo, como si no exististe (but i am new like you never existed) y sé que si yo puedo, podría cualquiera (and i know if i can, anyone can do it) porque mi corazón era una heladera (because my heart was a fridge) ahora tropical entre cocos y palmeras (now tropical between coconuts and palms) con un recuerdo dulce de cómo eras tú (with a sweet memory of how you were) ah, de cómo eras tú, oh-oh-woh (ah, of how you were, oh-oh-woh) miro pa' atrás y parece to' un chiste (i look back and it all seems like a joke) yo sé que no daba y por eso te fuiste (i knew i couldn't do it and that's why you left) no sé qué le pa', no sé que le diste (i don't know what's going, i don't know what you gave) pero estoy nuevo, como si no-como si-como si- (but now i'm new, like you've never-)

changbin thought it was genuinely a joke when chan told them you weren't coming back. this is why the first lyric went like this and then they immediately thought of realizing why you left him. it's like he knew he had to accept that you were not gonna come back, that the situation got worse and that they left you behind (without wanting to). you didn't leave because you wanted to but because you had to, you were done with them. 

he was the first to try to pretend like you didn't exist, like it didn't mean a thing to him that you left. while most of them were broken and trying to pick up the pieces, changbin decided to live in his new reality where he didn't even meet you. that lasted way too little for his liking since he got reminded of you everywhere he went.

"i feel like being without you makes me feel so fucking weird." he said one time to you and you raised your eyebrow at this. he wasn't one to usually get sappy but you welcomed this moments any time they happened. "okay i know i sound like a major loser but i love you."

"i love you more and you're not a loser for expressing your feelings binnie." your voice was engraved on his mind but he still craved to call you when he felt low. he knew leaving voice messages was weird to get it out since you blocked all of them but a man had to let it out somehow.

hyunjin thought his lyrics were so stupid but somehow he knew that's the way to go. if he wanted to capture your attention somehow, he wanted it to be in a cheesy line and make it seem like he was doing fantastic. yet when he thinks of the sweet memory of you, he's brought back to you, your perfume/cologne, your smile and your hugs. it felt like home every time you held him in your arms.

"hyunjin i feel like i'm drifting away from you guys and i'm scared." he remembers you said to him this one day and he was a bit shocked. he didn't feel like that at all but there had to be a reason why you were feeling like this and not overreacting right? he knew he had to talk it out with the other guys.

"no baby, we're here for you okay? i doubt anything is gonna happen." he said and now that he thinks about it, he should've done something, he should've held you closer and reassured you even more that nothing was gonna separate you from them. he didn't, he now regrets it every day because he missed you like crazy and there was no turning back.

but he knew he still had a chance to mend things, to at least have a way to contact you if you needed anything. he didn't want your last messages to be so sad, to be blocked in your phone forever 'cause you could never be blocked on his. it was stupid but he wanted to be in your life, even if it was the bare minimum.

[ verse 3 : changbin & felix ] ¿cuántas vece' te fallé? (how many times did i fail you?) sin contar la última ve' (without counting last time) pensando volverte a ver (thinking of seeing you again) cuando llego, yo te llamo y no respondes, baby (when i arrive, i call you and you don't answer, baby) me tiene' quemándome en tu fuego (you got me burning in your fire) todo' tu' problema' lo' resuelvo (all of your problems i solve them) como un boomerang yo siempre vuelvo (like a boomerang i always come back) tengo gana' de explorar tu cuerpo (i want to explore your body) ya me lastimaste, igual no aprendo (you already hurt me, i never learn) (ya me lastimaste, igual no aprendo) (you already hurt me, i never learn) (igual no aprendo) (still i don't learn)

felix didn't think he did things wrong, he didn't feel like your falling out was justified. yeah they made a mistake, he made a mistake but all the missed calls that night would haunt him forever. he wanted to see you, to talk to you, to know how you feel and what went wrong. he still couldn't understand it even if chan tried to explain it 100 times, he wasn't convinced. he wanted another chance and he would live in delusion of you coming back if he had to. 

the last time he saw you, you two fought. he remembers it very clearly but he wants to forget it every day, he felt like it wasn't that bad. was he in the wrong? 100% but it didn't justify you walking out on them. 

"(y/n) come on, you can't be serious. even if you do feel like that, it's nothing that we can't fix!" he said when you came to visit him to talk about how you were feeling. god he was such a fucking idiot, he should've just taken you seriously and the more he thinks about it, the more he cringes at how he reacted.

when you sighed and shook your head as you left, he was so blinded by hysteria that he didn't even look at you. he remembers telling changbin this and he knew he would get mad at him but he didn't care, if a lesson needed to be taught that he behaved in a stupid manner, he deserved it. it never arrived though, changbin understood that he wasn't in the right but he also missed the red flags so he couldn't blame his friend for taking this approach.

"i just want her back bin. this song is all i fucking have and it already feels like it's done for." felix expressed and changbin just patted him on the back as he looked at the lyrics his member wrote. 

"i think we can do it though, i think everything will be alright in the end." the older said as he continued the song with his verse and together they made it work. changbin hugged him and held him close as the other one just lost himself in his hyung.

if there was a feeling worse than losing you, it was missing you felix thought.

[ chorus : chan, seungmin & jeongin ] y si fuera por mí, estaría cerca de ti, ah (and if it was up to me, i would be close to you, ah) pero tengo que dejarte volar (but i gotta let you fly) supongo que es una parte de amar (i guess it's a part of love) y si fuera por mí, no me correría de tu lado (and if it was up to me, i wouldn't be moved from your side) apretados, pero ya embarcaste (tightly but you already sailed away) di todo lo que tengo por vos, pero sé que yo fui un desastre [i gave everything for you, but i know i was a disaster)

he knew his members would eventually fight him because he was the last one that saw you. the confrontation was tough because even though everyone was fond of each other, the glue that tied them together was you when the situations got hard. chan knew he didn't handle the situation well, he knew everyone was disappointed in him and blamed himself for you leaving every day. he didn't want to feel like this but it was impossible when he was so cold and distant with his words and actions.

as a leader he should've known better, as a person he should've been better. 

"hyung please don't blame yourself." seungmin said as he sat down next to him. he was the only one who didn't yell at him and yet he thought he deserved it but the youngest wouldn't do it. "it was long overdue that they were gonna leave us because of how they felt and all of the signs were there."

"yeah but i had my chance to stop it and didn't" chan expressed, rotten and bitter that he still had to put up a fight against himself. if he couldn't keep you, he wouldn't be able to keep anything, not like he cared since the only thing he wanted right now was to see you again. 

"maybe you did but we can't keep on thinking that, we need to do something about it." seungmin said and chan nodded. he was right, he couldn't leave in the shadows forever, he couldn't keep on taking the bullet because it would only make it worse for him.

he really gave everything for you but it wasn't enough. even like he said, he was a disaster and there was no changing what went down or how it happened. there was only hoping that it would all heal and you would be able to continue what you once started. or maybe there would be a part where he would have to let go finally.

jeongin got lost in a train of thought when he had to say his verse. he got completely caught up in a moment that happened so long ago that all he could do was stare as he tried to say his lyrics but chan told him to start all over again.

"innie i know it's hard but i'm always here for you." you said and that should've been sweet but it wasn't because he responded the worst way possible.

"please go (y/n), i can't do this right now." he said and it made him physically recoil. like he could not understand why he was so distant, why he felt the need to talk to you like that and of course he remembers it now that he doesn't have a chance at all.

he was mad at himself not only because of that, because of everything they made you go through. maybe it was for the best that you went away because if you did stay, things would've gotten worse. but he wouldn't go without a fight as stupid and cliche as it was, he needed to fight for you and what your love was.

[ verse 4 : hyunjin, felix & minho ] sé que mucho arriesgaste, pero mirá al final (i know you risked a lot but look at the end) paso la noche viendo las fotos que tengo de los dos (i spent the nights looking at the photos i got from both of us) cara de póker cuando mi brother pregunta: "¿qué pasó?" (poker face when my brother asks the question "what happened?") yo solo estoy enfocado en ver cómo soltarte (i'm only focused on seeing how i let you go) bebé, no quiero perderte (baby, i don't wanna lose you) pero menos que me pierdas una oportunidad (but less that you make me lose the chance) eso significa no verte, fuck mi mala suerte (that means not seeing you, fuck my bad luck) tengo que aprender a soltar (i need to learn to let go)

minho remembers taking a picture of you, it was by the han river and you were making a peace sign. late at night when no one could see him and you didn't have to hide from the public. he wanted to keep you there forever, cherish you and make you feel loved.

"god i look so bad, delete it." you said and he just shook his head as he embraced you, giving you a tight hug. covering you with his coat as the wind blew near the water, it got suddenly colder. you accepted his tenderness and love as you laid your head on his shoulder.

"you look good all the time." he said, smiling and giving you a kiss on the forehead. you blushed as you looked up to meet his eyes and then suddenly closed them to meet him in a peaceful and lovely kiss that you would be sure to remember. well at least he still remembered and felt it from time to time.

"stop daydreaming." hyunjin said as he woke up minho from his daily session of reimagining things again and he sighed, annoyed by the others' presence but he knew they had to record their lines together. "It's all about letting go now like the lyrics say."

"yeah none of us are doing a good job at that." felix said as he walked in, his hair a mess and his voice raspier than usual. he knew he wasn't doing well but this was bottom of the barrel and he just didn't know how to take care of himself anymore.

"tired of saying we'll probably get a chance when i actually don't know." minho mumbled to himself but the other two catched it and nodded along. this was gonna be a tough act to put on but they needed to keep going till the end. a bad loser was one that wouldn't even show up, at least they were trying to win something out of this.

[ chorus : jisung, chan & seungmin ] y si fuera por mí (yoh, yoh), estaría cerca de ti, yeah (and if it was up to me, i would be close to you, yeah) pero tengo que dejarte volar (but i gotta let you fly) supongo que es una parte de amar (i guess it's a part of love)

jisung was in the last chorus because that's what they decided on. he sighed as he had only one verse, the last one to make the chance count. even now he was feeling nervous for one line, he never felt this tense since he started being in stray kids and now he just wanted to shut himself off and close the door to his bedroom to not think about you. he was always invaded by memories anyways, so it's not like he could stop it but right now all the flashbacks like a movie were on his mind and he felt the tears build up.

seungmin found himself saying the last lyric of the song, thinking of the times when you would be staring at him before you two kissed. he didn't want to let go even if the song said otherwise but it would be the best option if things didn't go as planned.

"i love you minnie." you whispered to him after an award show one day. they had collected most of the trophies yet none of them felt as good as your love and having you by his side (as corny as it sounds). 

"i love you too." he whispered back and kissed your cheek as you were leaving the place were it took place. fingers intertwined and smiles on both of your faces. 

he remembered it with such love but deep pain as he pronounced his lyrics. i guess it's a part of love huh? he thought to himself as he saw the video going up, the song reaching an incredible amount of listens and going viral on every platform

maybe something good would come out of this.

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you knew it was about you and it was absolutely everywhere. you didn't have a friend who didn't send you the song and you didn't have a coworker who didn't talk about it. the new stray kids song is so sad that it will make you cry but it's still a vibe or whatever the headlines were saying. you were done with it but because your curiosity was over the roof, you knew you had to listen to it at least once.

and you did, you took in all the lyrics, all the verses and the chorus. you sighed when you finished it, is it really like this? do they really want you back? do they crave to be close to you like they say? you didn't know fully. maybe they just took in the situation and made the song for clout. but you knew them better than that and wouldn't do that if they weren't truly sorry, it was a whole mess to think about this.

you unblocked all of them, the hardest one to unblock being chan but you did it. speaking of the devil, he sent you a message as soon as you did unblock him and it was like destiny or magic or something insane because he couldn't believe he was no longer prohibited on your phone as he started spamming you. 

then soon everyone started messaging you and it felt like the old times, bringing back a smile to your face. it looks like they really did miss you and wanted you back.

you opened seungmin's chat and wrote just two words.

one chance.

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⚠️ 🔞 Explicit Solo Male, Dirty Talk/Sexting König's relationship with the stranger on the phone takes an interesting turn. { a/n } I woke up and chose to be a pervert, using some prompts from here. Part 1 👈

[ 📲 • sms ] —— just wondering … what is your sexual fantasy?

König’s on the roof of a skyscraper, hiding from the others, so he can chat with his friend in peace.

“Just wondering.. Got any fantasies?”

Oh, König had plenty. Many of the kinks he wanted to explore ventured into areas that weren’t so innocent. This, whatever this is, is still new, and he’s hesitant to speak his mind. König didn't want to scare them off, so he went with something tame.

“Want you to sit on my face.”

“Oh, yeah?” Their voice purrs in his ear, “How about I suck your cock when I do?”

“Nein! Nein.. Just sit on my face. Use me for your pleasure.”

The voice on the other end goes quiet, and all he hears is their breathing. Was it too much? He leans his head back against the wall. Scheiße. He always does this, he says something, and it creeps others out, and they cut him off.

“Lieb—? “

“I’m here!” They say with a gasp, “I’m here, it’s just — wow. That is so fucking hot!”

König can’t help but laugh in amusement and in relief. Maybe this could work out. He grinned as he looked up at the night sky, “What do you want me to do to you, liebling?”

“Oh, well, since you asked..”

[ 📲 • sms ] —— send me a pic ;)

“Hey. Since you’ve seen mine, can I see yours?”

“Why?” König texts back with a grin. The chance to tease them was too tempting. He knew why they wanted a picture, but he wanted them to tell him.

The minutes stretch out, and König worries that he may have overstepped. This was the end, and they probably thought he was stupid now. With a sigh, he drops into a chair, knee bouncing with nervous energy as he wrote out a new text.

Ping!

“So I know what size toy to order.”

König’s brows shot up in surprise and he slams his finger into the delete button, erasing the long-winded apology text he was in the middle of composing. It wasn’t the response he was expecting, but they’d get no complaints from him!

In his excitement, he sends a thumbs up emoji in response.

He leans back in the chair, awkwardly fumbling with the phone in one hand and his dick in the other. Whoever designed these phones made them way too small — or he’s too big. It takes a few tries, but he eventually settles on one he thinks is impressive.

“Sorry,” He texted before sending two pictures after, “I could not fit it in one picture.”

[ 📲 • sms ] —— sucking on a blow pop right now and wishing it was you…

König is in the bathroom of what used to be someone’s house. His hand grips the edge of the counter as he frantically works his hand up and down his cock in a tight hold that skirts the edge of being painful. His groans drown out the sound of delicate moans coming from the phone propped up in front of him.

It plays a video on repeat that his little ‘friend’ sent. It was far from innocent. Their lips wrap around the popsicle, their tongue trails teasingly up the entire length of it. He can see how their throat works when they swallow it and it only riles him up more.

He’s wound up. He’s desperate.

König huffs, gritting his teeth as he finds his relief. Thick, white ropes of cum splattering onto the counter and dirty cabinets. His head swims as he catches his breath, stroking himself as he comes down from the rush before hastily cleaning up and stuffing himself back into his pants.

His radio crackles, “König, need you up front.”

“Heilige scheiße!” He fumbles for his phone, tapping to pause the video and closing it. Fuckers. König stuffs the phone back into a pocket and grabs his gun. He responds with a click, “On my way.”

[ 📲 • sms ] —— just bought new underwear and can’t wait to show it to you. ( & guess what color they are.)

“If you can guess the color, I’ll send you a picture.”

König smirks. “A nice color.”

“That’s cheating! Pick a color!”

He chuckles. They’re so cute when they’re fussy. A color, hm? König looks around the sparse room, gaze landing on his hood laying beside him on the bed. They’ve seen it before and the only color on it is the washed out, faded red from the eye openings.

“Red.”

Ping!

König grins, palming himself through his trousers. That didn’t take long, and he suspects they had the picture ready to go regardless if he had the color right or not. He opens the attachment, and they do not disappoint.

It’s definitely red, a pleasant shade that looks nice against their skin. It clings to their body, all lacey and delicate, with a certain cut designed to tease — or provide easy access. König groans and squeezes his cock. He’s so glad that the money he sent them is being put to such good use.

Ping!

They send another picture, legs spread wide and fully on display.

“Wish you were here.”

König wishes he was, too. Just one more day and he can be there.

“I’m going to rip it off when I get my hands on you.”

#call of duty #könig x reader #König #reader insert #cod mw2

[tired-reader-writer]

So in chapter 2 of my fic Winds of Wolfsong I was originally going to go much more in-depth with Nowruz, the new-year celebration, what with food and all, I even collected notes.

However, I did not actually end up including a lot of the stuff in the chapter itself, most of it didn't even end up being written into the first draft. I was gonna figure out the incorporation of symbolism as I wrote, which didn't end up happening, whoops.

But I gathered notes, they'll probably come into use in the future and hey, y'all might be interested and find some use out of those too.

Sizdah Bedar (Persian: سیزده‌بدر – sīzdah bedar), (lit. 'Thirteen outdoor') also known as Nature's Day (روز طبیعت – rūz-e tabī'at), is an Iranian festival held annually on the thirteenth day of Farvardin, the first month of the Iranian calendar (and the first month of spring, during which people spend time picnicking outdoors. It marks the end of the Nowruz holidays in Iran.

This actually made it into the fic, what with the little family going out for a picnic in the morning, though they did the actually get to have the picnic due to... stuff happening. Isfan says:

Today is the thirteenth of the new year, the last of Nowruz, the second one without Lady Jahanara.

So... yeah!

A custom performed at the end of the picnic is to throw the sprouted greens (سبزه – Sabze) that were part of the traditional Haft-Seen Nowruz display into moving water.

In the chapter Isfan says:

They would cast the Sabzeh sprouts in this stream afterwards, all of them, together.

It is actually customs for young people to knot the sprouts together if they're wishing for marriage partners, it didn't get mentioned in the chapter because nobody was looking for a marriage at the moment. Shapur is resolute to not wed, the kids are too young, Sanira and Behnam are married to each other.

Sekanjabin (Persian: سکنجبین), one of the oldest Iranian drinks, is made of honey and vinegar. Sekanjabin is usually served in summer. It is sometimes seasoned with mint. It is very popular in summer, but it is also an inseparable part of Sizdah Bedar. Iranians eat lettuce with Sekanjabin. This act is symbolically a promise to stay healthy during the New Year. Sekanjabin is a compound of سرکه serke "vinegar" and انگبین angabin "honey".

I at the very least wanted to include Sekanjabin buuuuuut I couldn't find the space. Oh well, it'll have to be put in cryosleep for future use.

Ash-e doogh, (Persian: آش دوغ), also known as "yoghurt soup", originates from the Azeri region of northwest Iran and is one of the traditional soups of Ardabil. It is a common dish found in many regions and cultures within West Asia, including Iran, Azerbaijan, and Turkey. Ash-e doogh is a soup usually made with yogurt or doogh, as well as different kind of herbs (such as coriander, leek, tarragon, mint, and parsley), vegetables (such as spinach, purslane, chickpeas, peas, onion and garlic), lamb meatballs, eggs, rice, salt and several types of spices. Fried mint with oil (and sometimes garlic) is used as a topping for the soup. This soup can be made vegetarian.

Doesn't have much of a symbolic thing going on, just collected in case I may need it.

One of the most common foods cooked on the occasion of Nowruz is Samanu (Samanak, Somank, Somalek). This food is prepared using wheat germ. In most countries that celebrate Nowruz, this food is cooked. In some countries, cooking this food is associated with certain rituals. Women and girls in different parts of Iran, Afghanistan, Tajikistan, Turkmenistan and Uzbekistan cook Samanu in groups and sometimes during the night, and when cooking it, they sing memorable songs.

Samanu did actually make it... into a discarded draft. I ended up erasing the sentence and I can't find it again but it was just a passing mention of the brothers having it with bread for breakfast. Samanu does have a symbolic meaning, especially associated with Nowruz, as it is one of the seven items placed on the Haft-sīn table during the celebration.

The Haft-Seen table is composed of “haft” (or seven) essential symbols that represent nature, and “sin” which may have been shortened from “sini” (or trays), which held these essential symbols. The symbols break down into three from the material world (or “donyaheh mahdoodiat”), three from the immaterial world (or “donayeh maanah”) — this is the world of meaning and ideas — and one symbol that sits between and ties these two worlds together.

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By tradition, Iranian families take great pains to create the most beautiful Haft-Seen table that they can, for not only does it embody values both traditional and spiritual, it is also appreciated by the visitors during Nowruz visiting exchanges as a reflection of the families' aesthetic sense and good taste.

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Typically, before the arrival of Nowruz, family members gather around the Haft-sin table and await the exact moment of the March equinox to celebrate the New Year. The number 7 and the letter S are related to the seven Ameshasepantas as mentioned in the Zend-Avesta. They relate to the four elements of Fire, Earth, Air, Water, and the three life forms of Humans, Animals and Plants. In modern times, the explanation was simplified to mean that the Haft-sin (Persian: هفت‌سین, seven things beginning with the letter sin (س)) are: • Sabze/Sabzeh (Persian: سبزه), Sprouting/Grass – wheat, barley, mung bean, or lentil sprouts grown in a dish, the symbol of rebirth and growth. • Samanu (Persian: سمنو) – sweet pudding made from wheat germ, the symbol of power and strength. • Senjed (Persian: سنجد) – Persian olive, the symbol of love. • Serke/Serkeh (Persian: سرکه) – vinegar, the symbol of patience. • Sib/Seeb (Persian: سیب) – apple, the symbol of beauty. • Sīr/Seer (Persian: سیر) – garlic, the symbol of health and medicine. • Somāq/Somagh (Persian: سماق) – sumac, the symbol of sunrise.

Man, reading the notes again, I wish I could've found a way to incorporate this but oh well, no use lamenting over it now. I'm sure I'll find some use of it in the future.

But they're not the only items on the Haft-sīn table.

Items that don't start with "س" but, nonetheless, are invariably included: • Tokhm-e Morg Rangi (تخم‌مرغ رنگی): Eggs, the symbol of fertility. • Ayina (آینه): Mirror, the symbol of self-reflection. • Shem'a (شمع): Candle, the symbol of enlightenment. • Maahi-ye Qırmız (ماهی قرمز): Goldfish, the symbol of progress. • Ketaab (کتاب): Book, the symbol of wisdom.

I'm less bummed about those because I wasn't determined to include them anyways but here they are nonetheless!

I don't know when they'd take down the Haft-sīn table, if they would've taken it down yet, so I may be able to squeeze some use out of it yet. We'll see.

@innerchorus You said you were interested so here ya go!

#arslan senki #the heroic legend of arslan #heroic legend of arslan #wolfpack au #winds of wolfsong

[residentdormouse]

Find the Words...

... (and the theme)!

Dangerous game you're playing @mrsmungus, tagging me in this. I can hear the train whistles in the distance, and feel the vibration in the tracks... Gotta get my ticket ready, I suppose.

The rules are simple - find a sentence, or excerpt, that includes the words you're given and paste it in, and include a link to the finished story of you want. But honestly, guidelines at best - do what you want.

My words to find: honey, calm, trust, shimmer, darkness, fall, crime, portable, stain, crisp.

(It's not a slam, but I heard honey crisp apples shimmering in the darkness of a calm fall night, and I'm stubbornly sticking with the Autumn theme.)

No Pressure Tags: @imagine-you @cxttlefishcxller @asirensrage @athenswrites (don't feel the need to join in if you don't want, but saw your writblr post, and figured I'd send you one) And of course, sending this right back at you, @mrsmungus. Tag, you're it.

As always - OPEN TAG - if you'd like to join in!

Your words are: White, Cold, Snow, Frost, Ice, Gloves, Hat, Cocoa (or Tea), Blanket, Snuggle/cuddle (or any variation of this)

Excerpts below the cut...

I only have a small amount written ahead for my original story WIP 'Close to the Vale', so most of this will probably still be from the 'Wonderland' fanfiction series ('Something Like a Spiral' and 'Just Keep Diving Down'. I'll give Close first priority though.

Honey: (I was worried about this, but apparently my 'Diving' OC Lauffey has a proclivity for using this word. That said, I also found it in a section that allows me to post 'Fuck off, Flagg' and I can't resist.)

While outwardly charming, maliciousness shown through in the minute details on his face. She should have known this was going to be a big game to him. Cat and mouse, it was his favorite. Fortunately, it seemed like the typical roles were reversed at the moment. "Fuck off, Flagg." "Always so rude. You catch more bees with honey, you know…" If she could have kept all her other memories and just erased him, took away everything about this nightmare of a man, well it would have been a tempting offer. The bubbling anger building up inside her was now a known response to interactions with him. Fear was somewhere close behind, though she wasn’t looking to give him that satisfaction anymore.

Calm: (Two chapters down in 'Close' - Not used in connection with who I thought it would be though...)

"You know him?" The reply was calm and level headed. The same could not be said of the more visible distressed man to his right. "Please. If– If you know anything that could, I mean, anything that help us find—" The picture of another younger man was thrust at her. Same raven hair, same chocolate eyes. Slight differences, but clear relation. Brother most like. He had a striking smile, and she would have been charmed if not for the small tattoo on the inside of his left wrist. Plain as day, just as Paul had said. She may not know this particular man, but she knew where he’d be.

Trust: (found in a short section I wrote for farther ahead in 'Close'. This could potentially change a fair deal. First drafts and all.)

“And you were just going to politely ask me to leave everything. My life? My home?! We were only there to look for you, you know.” “Yeah, I know. Trust me, I fucking know.”

Shimmer: (wow... it's a Flagg day I suppose - pulled this from 'Spiral')

He moved close enough that only inches remained between them, and a chill emanated from his presence. Conflicting to the nature of their conversation, he gently brushed a stray lock of her hair back behind her ear. "I don't need to be your enemy." Despite the chill, his breath was hot against her face, and she braced herself for any attack that followed. But it never came. In a shimmer of smoke, he was gone. Nothing. Emptiness. She let out the breath she didn't realize she was holding. "But I have no problem filling the role if that's how you want to play the game."

Darkness: (Might as well let him run with it... Another Flagg burst from 'Diving')

She didn't know where it came from, certainly didn't call for it, but sympathy for the man in front of her shook her resolve momentarily. For somebody with a positive nature, lighter memories are going to pull first. Bright memories to shine through. And there was most likely a larger abundance of them. It's what makes them who they are. Flagg was an embodiment of darkness. What must have happened to turn somebody into this? How does one make a monster such as him? What memories haunted him most? This paired with Rayna’s lack of delicacy. Ruthlessness. "I'm sorry."

Fall: (Not the fall I was imagining, but its all 'Close' has so far.)

Once outside the stuffy office, she found herself easily falling in step next to him. Silence dominated the first few feet. To say she didn’t know where to begin was an understatement. When she came here, she hoped to be leaving with these papers, but not under these circumstances. Not through this exact chain of events. That said, she certainly wasn’t complaining about the change in course. Damsel in distress was not her M.O., but if it led her here, it couldn’t be all bad.

Crime: (Not going to lie - very first draft and not even a completed chapter of 'Close' - has the potential to change a LOT. But I did say I was giving this first crack.)

Why wasn't the general public angry? The security cameras picked up a tattoo on the man leaving the building at the estimated time of the crime. A tattoo known to be a mark of the downtown gangbanger shitheads that were a thorn in many sides. A menace in their own backyard. Shouldn't they want a resolution? A safer community?

Portable: (From 'Spiral' again. Flagg is really showing up today...)

Food, drink, frivolity. Everything was planned out thoroughly. The pavilion was decked out with small lights. A portable generator Glen had found was fired up.  But her mind was on her task: Ad Hoc Committee welcome and rundown on the darker agenda. Find out what Larry knew about Flagg, and fill in what blanks she could.

Stain: (Yup, just letting him take it over I suppose... From later in 'Diving' Also snagged a bonus 'shimmer'.)

“It's over now. Do you think anybody here cares about…" her hands waved quickly about him, highlighting his new appearance. "Nobody cares here. Not about that. But that?" Another movement to indicate at her wounds. To the new red stains on her clothing. "That behavior we do care about, and will not be tolerating, do you understand? This is a place of acceptance. All kinds. And we do not fight our own here." A shimmer of bright red flashed over his eyes before it fell to the duller shade. The rigidity in his stance faded away. All outward appearances were reverting back to the carefree persona he usually adopted, as if he were unaffected by the actions surrounding him. Actions from those he surely considered beneath him. But he had shown his cards. He cared. And he hurt.

Crisp: (Well now it just feels weird not having Flagg. Pulled from the last section of 'Diving'.)

Her duster was hanging on the coat rack, and she grabbed it before heading back out. So much for taking a breather from it all, not that she had breath to take. The show must go on; best get back to it before somebody started ad-libbing something she wouldn’t be prepared to say yes to. The night air was crisp on her skin, and she welcomed the cold for a moment. Feeling it on her face was a welcome change from the mornings. Layers upon layers to protect from the hazards of being her. Daytime hours were meant to be her reprieve; she wasn’t built for this nonstop push, but there was little option. Protection was what mattered now. Moving people away, stopping the internal fighting, trying to find what weakness that could be exploited. The thoughts swirled in her head as she walked the dirt path towards the outskirts, but they didn’t have long to sink in. Rumination ended with an explosion, and a burst of light.

#you started this #and I will take no responsibility #for running off the tracks #or on if we're keeping the analogy #alitteration station is just down the tracks #from these theme schemes #mouse is back on her nonsense #mouse's tag games and reblogs #Close to the Vale #Jumping to Wonderland #Something like a Spiral #Just Keep Diving Down

[blubushie]

I am still terrified of shipping Scout × Pauling because i'm afraid some idiot will come @ me like "nooo shes a lesbian!! You're being--" n im like. Yeah for a lot of people she is but then again the expiration date stuff & her agreeing to go on a date with scout. Just let people enjoy what they like man. Some guys just want to force all o that bullshit on other people and they all fight over it and I'm here like what's the point of sharing stuff anymore if the friendly part of the fandom is meticulously being picked and erased from existance by other people who think their headcanons are the best and are imposing it

Poorly worded but ya get my point i hope.cheers m8

Nah yeah that's how I feel. Something something ship and let ship, literally none of this matters IRL and people need to stop arguing about fictional fucken characters. Who cares

Even if Jay Pinkerton confirmed her as a lesbian (on Twitter, not even in canon), Jay doesn't speak for Valve. He wrote the comics and Jungle Inferno, he had no hand in Expiration Date which outright ships the two on-screen and has Pauling enthusiastically agree to a second date with Scout, nor Pauling's prior writing (such as her newspaper clipping where she's seeking a romantic partner and never specifies the necessary gender of said partner). If Valve itself comes out and says Pauling is strictly a lesbian then maybe I'll change my tune, but I'm not taking a standalone writer's word on something he didn't even write into canon, and until that's done or Valve itself says so, I don't see why people can't just let people fucken enjoy things.

It just breeds toxicity and people wonder why no one wants to interact and shit. It's because fandom jumps on anyone who goes against the grain and drives them out through toxicity and hostility. And it's sad to see cuz I love this fandom, but the fandom never seems to love itself or its artists/authors/etc

ETA: Also for what it's worth, I never really see this issue for SniperPauling. Just ScoutPauling, which is weird. Also while I'm an author I don't write anything for Pauling ships. I think her and Scout make a cute couple but that's about as far as my shipping goes. I'm really not that much into shipping, so all of this being said and judged as an outsider looking in and how I've seen people attack each other. I'd rather stay on the sidelines

#blu whos #tf2

[panlight]

Going off canon and not the guide because I think it gave SMeyer the opportunity to retcon a few things, I don’t think the imprint goes both ways. I think SMeyer couldn’t fathom the idea of the romantic relationships she wrote not working out.

Billy Black thinks imprinting has to do with strengthening the werewolf bloodline, that the wolves will imprint on someone who is most likely to pass on the gene. That’s a plausible theory, but it’s hardly romantic, and I think it’s tragic because the wolves already lose so much when they begin to phase, and the imprint turns them into thralls, which ironically is a more vampire thing traditionally.

My main reason why the imprint doesn’t go both ways and why it’s not romantic is Jacob and Renesmee. First, Jacob was going to kill Renesmee after he thought Bella had died in Breaking Dawn, and she was an innocent infant. The only thing that saved her from being murdered was the very conveniently timed imprint. Second, there’s no reason why Renesmee of all people would pass on the werewolf gene. The gene is recessive and is activated by vampire presence, and she has no Quileute ancestry. Third, we don’t even know that Renesmee can have children! She does not need food, just blood, so when she reaches physical maturity like Nahuel, what’s to say she doesn’t stop menstruating, what’s to say she even starts menstruating in the first place? I also think that given Renesmee’s half vampire nature, any baby she and Jacob would have would spontaneously abort given Jacob’s comment about if Rosalie spat in his food he would have suffered physical consequences in Breaking Dawn. Even though Renesmee isn’t venomous, she is half vampire and that has to have an effect. Lastly, I remember what Jacob was like when Bella turned him down (also. I just don’t like the idea of Jacob wanting Bella and then wanting her daughter), and he didn’t respect her consent or her wishes. So what happens if Renesmee turns him down? God forbid, I think something similar to Sam and Emily might happen, but I think it would actually be a choice on Jacob’s end.

I think Sam and Emily are making the best of a bad situation, with both of them aware that had he had a choice, it would have been Leah. I think Quil hates himself for imprinting on Claire and the tribe tries to foster distance between them (which the Cullens never do! It’s not Jacob’s fault but they don’t even try to protect Renesmee) and Jared and Kim turned out to be lucky. As for Rachel and Paul, I think Rachel is in her 20s and Paul is in his teens although he physically looks like he’s older, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Rachel got the ick and left because being with Paul would be questionable ethically and it would tie her to the reservation, a place that she’d determinedly left before.

The imprint serves to literally erase someone’s character and force them into a relationship and I refuse to take it seriously as a romantic device. Maybe as a tragic one because it makes things more interesting, but there isn’t sufficient evidence for make me think it goes both ways. I think Bella is an ignorant romantic who only cares that she gets to keep Jacob, and SMeyer desperately needed to tie up a loose end.

The wild thing about Jacob and Renesmee specifically is that apparently the imprint happened in Forever Dawn. So in a world where New Moon and Eclipse didn't happen, and so there was no 'love triangle' at all, Jacob still imprinted on Renesmee. That was always the plan. In which case why on earth write Jacob and Bella the way she did in the middle books? There's no saving the concept of imprinting on a baby, it's always going to gross me out no matter how much "it's innocent!!" SM insists, but at least in Forever Dawn, Jacob and Bella were not an almost-couple themselves; Jacob imprints on a family friend's daughter, not his first love's daughter.

But yeah, I think she did retcon things in the guide, and in canon her explanation is that imprints work out because "who can resist that level of devotion?" Which, I mean . . . depends, right? With say Jared and Kim, where Kim already had a crush on him, him suddenly noticing her and paying attention to her and showering her with love probably felt great! But in another context, some dude constantly following you around and professing eternal devotion can easily be stalkerish and creepy. I'm sure SM's explanation is that "well they wouldn't imprint on someone who would find it stalkerish" but that's super convenient, isn't it?

And yeah, the 'thrall' aspect just absolutely kills any sense of romance for me. I'm sure there are people who enjoy this trope and no shade if you do, but as I said before, for me, love without choice is just meaningless. It's empty. An example I've used before is two people working at a soup kitchen. Once is a volunteer; they are taking time out of their life to give back to the community because they want to, they choose to. Another is performing court-ordered community service, or was forced to go by their parents, or whatever. They aren't there by choice. Both are doing the same thing: helping to feed people in need. But which one is more meaningful, which one would impress you? It's the one who shows up because they choose to, not the one who HAS to be there. That's how imprinting feels to me. Sure, they allegedly become the perfect partners to their imprint, but because they have to. They have no free will of their own. That's HORRIFYING, not romantic.

So, yeah, I'm never going to like imprinting. As you said, as a horror thing there's potential, but as a romantic trope it just Does Not Work for me. And what's so weird to me is that in any other YA series the protagonists would be fighting against the concept of some outside force choosing your partner for you. How many dystopian series have some premise of like "I was matched with Hunk A by the govt/computer/my parents/my religion, but I have feelings for Hunk B!" and then they take down the whole system in the process? Jacob just being like "welp guess my life revolves around this blood-drinking psychic genius baby now" instead of trying to fight to make choices for himself is always going to feel wrong to me.

#asks #anti-imprinting

[livia-dovehallow]

Tlh feels so disconnected from the other series. It ignores so many things established already, it's like it's in its own universe. For example:

- We know Cecily's father was an alcoholic and yet none of the adults noticed Matthew's problem.

- Cecily is very active and a fighter but in tlh she's like a stay at home mom and just takes care of Alexander.

- How is it that everyone is so accepting of all the lgbt characters. Like I know shadowhunters don't follow the same social rules as mundanes do but at this point in history being gay is illegal. LIKE YOU COULD GO TO JAIL. And you're telling nobody had a problem. I feel it really undermines Alec's story. He being the first gay consul is a big deal, his fight for himself and his identity is huge and here it's like it's not even a problem for someone being gay. I know history not always improves, so you could say that people got more homophobic with time, but how. How did we go from this generation to the Circle. Like let's pretend Alexander is the Lightwood ancestor, it means Robert is his grandkid, and we know Robert's father was awful. Are you telling me Alexander, Cecily and Gabriel's child, raised a person so badly? Like how? There's no connection.

- Also, how is it so easy for Anna and Ari, and possibly Thomas and Alastair, to adopt a child. Again, it was a huge deal for Alec and Magnus to adopt Max and Rafael, but for the tlh people is this easy?

- Also, we know Alex is the first gay openly gay consul, so should we assume Charles didn't get to be consul? Or he did get to be consul and the historians erased his sexuality?

SECOND TO LAST BULLET IS A MODERATE SPOILER TO THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE NOT FINISHED CHAIN OF THORNS BUT IT DIDNT MAKE SENSE TO ME TO COPY THIS ALL OVER WHEN IT'S AT THE BOTTOM SO I HOPE YOU SEE THIS WARNING OKAY SORRY

I have seen this sentiment a lot and I do agree with it. Alone (entirely detached from the rest of TSC and ignoring the fact that these characters are the children of my beloved TID characters), it's an all right series. But knowing that it is a TSC book, you're right. Ignores so many established things.

I just try to think of some of the more historically-inaccurate items as intentionally inaccurate so that TLH feels more welcoming and a better version of history than we know truly happened. However, that disconnects from TMI, as we know, because of how much prejudice Alec faced being gay. If TLH truly connected to all established events, I don't think Alec would have been so scared and felt so threatened.

(And, no, I don't think Charles ever became Consul but that's another story entirely).

Given that we know TLH familes are the ancestors of the TMI families (or most of them, at least), it just doesn't connect well. Obviously, big things could have happened between TLH and TMI that made the Lightwoods go back to being assholes for a generation (don't get me started on that either because Gideon and Gabriel would be so disappointed in them).

I get not wanting to feel tied to the family tree to create the TLH story, but CC should have stuck to what she had already established in a main series. Side books I think have more leeway of being retconned or adjusted, but not a main series, especially not the one that started it all.

So yeah, I can overlook historical inaccuracy to a pretty far extent, but stay consistent in your storytelling among the 4/5 published main series, at least. You wrote yourself into that corner; figure it out. Sigh.

TLH would have made a better series if it had been written as an NA series rather than YA and wasn't confined to a trilogy.

Cecily being reduced to a housewife angers me too much to even address it in this already long post but suffice it to say that I ignore that part of canon because Cecily Herondale-Lightwood is not a fucking housewife ksjflkjs

#maggie answers #kind anons #chain of thorns spoilers #chot spoilers #cot spoilers #chain of thorns #the last hours #the mortal instruments #the infernal devices #the dark artifices #the wicked powers #tsc #tsc discourse #cecily herondale #alec lightwood #gabriel lightwood #gideon lightwood #robert lightwood #charles fairchild #matthew fairchild

[ria-writes-stories]

Falling in love?

Genre: Romance, Cotton Description: Since this is just ep 3, the romance is not yet there much, it's not that strong, it is sparkling, but not intensively, so I did my best to portrait that, my apologises if this is not what y'all expected. Plot: take this as a paralel to that Vizzy fic I wrote Ship: Nuzi

Note: Brought to you by me, requested by @esmalove2 (I am still nervous about requests, I have bad experiences with them, so please don't feel upset if there isn't an 'Requests open' button yet). ----------------------

(No one's pov) Uzi stood outside of the colony leaning against door one, holding herself as she sighed heavily. The prom was a disaster, I mean, it was a social gathering, of course it was a disaster! She was a social outcast after all! But… it hurt, in a way, to think that there was someone who could help her get a grasp of things, being right there in front of her and then slipping away from her fingers. It was really irritating and frustating.

Uzi sighed, the feeling of helplessness refusing to leave her, and yet, "Uzi? Are you ok?" There was still someone to remind her that she wasn't all that alone. "I'm fine. Stop asking!" The girl snapped in her usual manner, altough she was probably still angry with what has happened, as the last statement N heard from her before this was 'I HATE THIS PLACE!!!!' and yeah, she had all the reasons to, but let's not get depresso when we can have an expresso espresso.

"Why are you out here? Shouldn't you be inside? Dancing?" "N, the prom is over, the moment V got in, it was over, no one's gonna go back to that room, plus, it's in ruins, what's the point anyway? Besides, it sucks." Uzi said dismissively as she crossed her arms over her chest.

N didn't know what to do or help her in this case scenario, that night was…a lot for the both of them but, they finally got back together after so long, and he was afraid of loosing any more time by not spending it with her. "Well, we could maybe still go, I mean- If you want to that is, hahah, you know, as, dapper buddies." N said with his usual nervous laughter as he rubbed the back of his neck not knowing what else to do or say. It was a real shame, he was all dressed up and so was her, so why let it all go to waste? Uzi looked at him unsure of the proposal, but after a moment of hesitation she groaned and mumbled a quiet 'Fine.'

Initially the girl was thinking to just dismiss the idea along the way and just drag the boy to her room for an anime night but that was erased when N opened the door to the gym and the place was filled to the brim with all the students. The oil was cleaned, music was playing, and people were having fun. Was everyone just going to ignore the genocide that had just happened? I mean sure not THAT many died but still. Well, regardless of what has happened everyone seemed rather determined to go on with their little party, after all, it was their last year of highschool, and then they'll be official adults of the colony which in itself was a big thing.

As Uzi examined her surroundings she found a hand in front of her. "Would you like to dance Uzi?" N asked in his usual polite and soft voice as he gave out his hand with a soft smile on his face. Uzi was taken aback, and yet she didn't have the heart to say no, how could she? How could she say no to those perfect radiant joy filled orbs of his? To that charming smile, and his- 'Snap out of it!' Uzi yelled at herself within her mind before shaking her head and taking his hand without a sound more as she simply nodded and gave him a small smile.

Surprisingly, both knew how to dance rather well, however Uzi couldn't even enjoy it. The first few moments were memorable, but the following soon turned into nightmare as she began to slowly realise how many people are in the room…how many eyes are there…how many…people… Her face dropped, turning pale, her eyes widening in shock, staring emptily into space as all enjoyment had been drained from her being.

N noticed this, of course he did, how couldn't he? She was all that he had his eyes on, and seeing her whiter before him like that was alarming, so, in swift waltz moves he got her into a more quiet corner of the room, more spacious, less light, less color, more darkness, more silence, more calmness.

"Uzi." N said quietly in an attempt to snap her out of it, which worked, eventually, and when it did, Uzi was surprised to see that they weren't in the crowd anymore…how was that? He. That's how. Every twist and turn from her life was all because of him, and you know what? She wouldn't want it any other way. She lived for the thrill, for the danger, and somehow, this docile pure golden heart boy was everything that she ever wanted and needed.

"Thanks." Uzi said quietly as she looked away slightly embarrassed as she smiled like a fool, and she felt like one. Why was she smiling? Why was her heart racing? Why was she so happy just to be with him? Was it the separation between them that cause her to long him? Was it the time spent apart that made her desire him? What was it that made him want him so much in her life that it turned her whole system upside down, making her feel dizzy and light headed, making her feel unsteady on her own feet and making her feel as if she was falling apart? It was scary, it was so extremly scary yet it was so wonderful too. It was the best feeling in the world, and she hoped on all the stars that she ever whished upon that he was feeling the same thing. Why? Did she want him to hurt? Of course not! However this feeling felt…so good, she couldn't explain it, she simply wanted him to feel the same thing, but she knew that this wasn't going to happen anytime soon…but she would wait, she has the time to, right? N smiled softly while dancing with Uzi. He was more the energic type, and so was her, but for some reason it felt like he had to go a little bit more gentle this time around. He didn't want to hurt her, he never wanted to do such a thing, but he did want to make her feel as great as she made him feel. Uzi turned his life upside down, and that was the best thing to ever happen to him. Sure, many things were still a puzzle, a mystery, a fog, and quite terrifying, but it all felt less scary when he was with her.

The end

#murder drones n #murder drones nuzi #murder drones uzi #murder drones uzi doorman #serial designation n

[midnightmemes]

𝐈𝐓 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐒 lines from songs that got me some type of way

"I was addicted to breaking my heart, I couldn't get enough of feeling it torn apart. I say I've had enough but still want it all again." "And when you're able to decide that you don't want this anymore, you'll be the one to turn the tide." "Auditioned all the endings, I find it hard to tell; is it better to serve in heaven or better to reign in hell?" "You let them lead you by the throat with broken hands, so how's the view beneath their shoe?" "If I gave you answers to all your questions could you change or would you stay the same?" "The only difference makes no difference to me - it just depends on what looks better in court." "There are no resolutions in the broken institutions or the funny bloody money you crave." "There was a time that I believed I could've changed it all. Somebody got to me. Somebody's got to pay." "There was a time that I believed I could've changed the world. Now I can't, now I don't, now I won't." "Just what the fuck were you thinking? I wrote the book on that shit - bound it, backed it, burned it all down." "Do you remember how the pulse felt in my chest or did you simply block it out, erase it like the rest?" "I'm alright. Thanks for asking. There's a million things I'd love to say, but you don't want to hear." "I'd rather face the wrath of angels than the devil in the mirror." "I've never seen an angel but I know the Devil and he told me I'm fine." "Underneath that broken smile you wear, you're twisted, ugly and bizarre - just like me." "I'm not sure which side of you I fear the most." "'Enemy.' That is the tag you gave me. I guess that makes me your favorite scar." "You'd think you'd learn - it's almost like you love the pain." "I'm not sure which part of you I hate the most." "Well, I thought I had answers, but the questions have changed." "The devil you fear is all I know." "If I'm born to be broken, cold, bloody and numb - tell me, why am I running? What am I running from?" "Who the hell would believe me? Better yet, who'd I tell?" "I'd like to thank you for failing me. I'd count the ways, but that'd take days - and where do I begin?" "It is what is, I did what I did to survive." "I've opened up my eyes, just to wish that I'd stayed blind." "Didn't need a reason why today, I don't need a reason why today." "It must be lonely when you're up there looking down." "Yeah, I know now why I'm losing, well, just look who's keeping score." "And the bridges that you're burning, well, they all lead back to me." "Yeah, I've seen your kind before and I ain't impressed at all - you're the weakest of the herd and you'll get what you deserve." "What did you think I'd do? This is retaliation." "Well, would you know when someone else has had enough of you?" "I can see the empty look in your eyes, like someone came along, stole your heart, then left you to die. I know the feeling 'cause you did the same things to me." "While you're looking around for someone to blame, I hear that you've been running around, dropping my name." "Am I tough enough, corrupt enough? Am I bloody enough? Am I fucking enough for you?" "And even if I wanted to, I couldn't have explained, cause you don't know the difference between violence and pain." "There's no denying it, you've never had control." "If I wrote it down for you, could you ever see it clear? Or would it go straight through your soul and come right out your ear? If I slowed it down for you, would you think me insincere?" "It's like I'm holding all the aces but that I know I'll never win."

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