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#its like once a month or so that he shows up in my dreams amd its been this way for years and i hate it. i hate him.
stepfordgoth · 1 month
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Had another stupid semi-nightmare about my piece of shit brother...... Can he just kill himself already please, so that way at least in my dreams I can be like "wait you're dead this doesn't even bother me" lol
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freezinglemur · 3 years
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Oki in the main timeline of mi aus where the Tree makes a hero which has all of the colorz. All is fine and dandy until the first gray shape is born lmao and like, he's like, "Why can't I do beat magic??????" 
And shapes r like "but you can" but its just natural magic and not beat magic becuz anyone can do natural magic but the gray shape can't do beat magic but everyone else can so he gets jealous but even the hero can't find a way to give them beat magic(cuz hes gray) so he decides that "if they can't give me beat magic maybe I can make my own" and goes on to experiemence with shards and colorz and basically finds a color that like, can override a color, its a rather specific shade of pink lmao and decided he should like, test it with himself, 
AND BAM
PINK
Was excited and showed everyone at his village that he can do beat magic now but ppl were scared cuz overriding a color is like
Something that never happened b4 and now the village ppl r scared, they like banished the gra- PINK shape out of the village and all that pizzaz, and like Corru(the pink shape) got angy and decided revenge at the village that basically escalated(due to the emotion amplifying effect of being pink has) to like, having almost all of the shapes and plants moving islands or like hiding in caves and stuff,
Okay okay so Corru basically took the tree shattered the hero shape, destroyed the village, and basically corrupted everyone
After finding out that some shapes escaped he got mad and decided that maybe he should like corrupt everyone and shit, some pink guys lose control btw and some of them r practically the same person but pink
This lasted like
A bunch of years(like 200-600 years?)
But Like during those years even if the tree is separated it chose the next protectors of it gvjdsgdsbva
And like BAM 
Chronos, Milky Ways and Logic Gatekeeper! (not their original names lmao) Guardians have specific power stuff instead of colors, like Time, Space and Mind gjdfshkjfdkh
And fgkf they fought Corru and seal him away IN the TREE with THEM to make SURE they WOULDNT ESCAPE :]
Which works lmao Corru cant escape the tree hahaha
And hes angy that his powers r like locked to a good exteny lmao and is only Lil used to train heroes cuz weakened powers= fight baby, which he do not like cuz he want 2 win and not loose, 
So he decides another plan to like have someone else corrupt paradise 4 him and basically made a shard of all his powerz, its very concentrated lmao, and while Tria and Pents were being made he like, snuck out the shard and hopes it finds a guy who can spread it
B
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Blixer
14 years old
Island: Florentis
Color: Gray
Type: Cat-shape Mountain Bush Hybrid
jgdjtsjtwhtstwafhfhfhJgsahhahahahhahahaaha-
Blixer wandered into the forest , he was planning to play his guitar in a hidden clearing he found, but he found something else, something bright, something loud, something… Powerful
He's scared what is this, what danger is this that even I'm scared? One who cannot be affected by such kind of magic scared of it? It floated- ZIPPED through the air even- like a little beam and stabbed Blixer right in the eye
Jwrwhalgdahsgsgkkgs
Then he woke up somewhere else, lol, gray shapes can't be hurt by beat magic cuz they just absorb it, the only for a gray to corrupt is to use a corrupted treeangle shard, becuz gray shapes don't have access to the magic becuz they don't have color, to use beat magic- which is a special hard light magic that can only be summoned with sound AND light- and gray shapes don't have enough of that light(color) to be able to use it,
Ueurajwkkstktsfka
And then like he doesn't remember where or who he is lmao, only info was this name scratched on the guitar he has which is Blixer, to be specific they don't rember who they are, how old is he, where he came from, and where he is now, he can remember some skills tho, and some info too
They're in Paradise btw
Now basically he went to a town, named Arce, now this town don't like corrupted shapes cuz they think its VERY dangerous, Blixer came in town not knowing of this fact and got chased of out of town, found a cave and started living there, for like, a bunch of years, like 5 years i think? 
Stole some clothes from time-to-time cuz clother were getting small, and learned how to survive on his own 😔 , planned revenge at the town cuz AMD and scared and that town was his like target of hatred, and like trained with powers and stuff, found out he can corrupt stuff too, which is not possible for pink shapes, the Guardians in the tree found out the Corru got someone corrupted with a big chunk of his power and decided to make another hero to stop who ever he corrupted
Square
After fighting the Guardians the Guardians found the shape that got corrupted and made him as the final trial before getting out of the tree
Blixer was lucid dreaming during the fight becuz it happened while he was asleep
Cube was like, just moved into Acre just a month ago and found a small cyan shard, usually you see shards as what color you are, but a hero's shard is what color they would be once they form, the first hero was different becuz it didn't need a caretaker to exist, while next following heroes needed one becuz having caretakers limits the hero's existence to keep in check on how many there are
A hero's existence normally lasts as long as its caretaker
SQUARE CAME INTO EXISTENCE BAM
Cube now has acquired child, And like Square followed Cube becuz okay Ur my caretaker now
And they got into this cave and found a Gray plant :]
Square was gonna give them a shard as a gift cuz u know, gifts, and Blixer identified Square and and then the game plot stuff happened
1/?? Might not know when i send the rest but im still doing it :]
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Ohhhh this is so ebic!! :D
This lore gives me life! Many thanks for sharing, I look forward to whenever the next bit may be sent :]
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ljgfyusd · 3 years
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Hey, I'd like to request a matchup with Arthur if that's ok for you :3 I'm 5"5, brown hair, green eyes, a tiny bit plump bc of my hips amd curves, I LOVE old movies and music (everything from Frank Sinatra, Led Zeppelin, Beatles, The Who etc.) and I love dancing and feeling the music. I spend my free time mostly with reading and cooking (it brings me immense joy to care for and pamper my loved ones). I'm pretty introverted, but can get quiet lively around the right people :)
Hi, darling! That’s more than okay with me, omg I hope that you enjoy this, my love!💙
Total wc: 2,393.
Arthur // wc: 1, 100.
There is a three inch height difference between yourself and Arthur and he adores ducking his head to kiss the crown of your head, his nose nuzzling into the dark strands to inhale you at your most natural. His nose is filled with your scent and long after he says goodbye or good night to you, you keep him company. Sometimes when he thinks that you’re not real, so twisted and tormented is his mind, your scent proves him wrong. His imagination has never been that vivid for so long a stretch of time, so consistently is your scent with him. It’s saturated into his clothing, embedded in his mind. Arthur adores looking into your green eyes, and when he cups your face in his hands, his fingers spread wide behind your ears so that he can touch as much of you as he possibly can in the same moment, he likes to press his forehead against yours. He is home. You are curvy and Arthur cherishes you; he likes to have his hand on your hips when you cook; his sharp chin resting on the curve of your shoulder. His thin lips, cool to the touch, press reverent kisses to your neck as he watches you and just indulges in this moment of closeness and of domesticity; this moment and you are everything he has ever wanted or needed and he hardly dares to believe what is so very clearly right in front of him. Arthur loves you for all of you and that will never be any different.
If there’s one thing which you and Arthur have in common, it’s your love of old movies and music. The first time Arthur came home from a long gruelling shift at Ha-Ha’s to see you dancing and feeling music in the living room, he was breathless and utterly captivated by the way you moved your body to the music. You were just like him. Arthur had thought that he couldn’t fall any deeper in love with you, but in that moment had he been proven wrong. And, oh, how right being wrong felt in this moment! You communicate with each other through music. Most often does Arthur not know how he feels and all he has to do is select a relevant song and you can pick up on his mood relatively easily; you’re both so intuitive and emotionally intelligent and you can both feel the arts you surround yourselves with. When Arthur comes home from work to see you dancing, your eyes closed to better feel the music and allow it to guide your body, he cannot help spinning you around the small cramped space of the living room; he cherishes every moment he gets with you. With you, he feels like he’s living in those old films he loves so much. During the rare evenings when both of you are off and you have the time to yourselves, the both of you watch old films (most of which you both enjoy so there is never any trouble to pick a film, and even if there is, Arthur will deliberately pick the one you want to watch; it’s another way in which he shows affection) and you cuddle together on the worn sofa. 
It brings you immense joy to comfort and pamper your loved ones and this is something else which you have in common with Arthur.  He likes to spread joy and laughter to this cold, dark world and in this way you both bring light and warmth to all who cross your path. Most especially is this true for one another, though, for in simply being yourselves every day do you look after and take care of each other. Arthur is your greatest priority, and you are his greatest priority. You are made for each other! Arthur really enjoys hearing of ways you have helped someone else or of ways you have taken care of someone, and he most often says, “awh, that’s sweet” when you want to focus on him. Sometimes he hardly dares to even believe that you’re real; you’re too good to be true and with you does he find everything he has ever wanted or needed in his entire life, let alone in one person. You comfort each other with just your respective presences in the apartment; and if one of you is home then the other one is too. Home isn’t necessarily a place, but it’s definitely a person. You like to read and cook in your spare time and this simple domesticity is everything that Arthur has ever dreamed of. You are his one and only person who understands him, and finally, after almost thirty six years of yearning, does he have his own space, but not all alone. You are his entire life and every time you take care of him, Arthur returns the favour tenfold. He would be nothing and no one without you, but with you, why, he has it all.
The both of you are introverts and you spend lots of time together when neither of you has anything to do, when at last has the day been put away and reality is set aside for a few precious hours. The contrast between who you are around people you don’t know and how you are around people you do know takes Arthur by surprise when first does he see you interact with the right person. He longs to be one of those people and he doesn’t have to wait long before dream becomes reality in this respect. Actually, Arthur is pretty sure that you are his dream; there can be no other explanation for how perfect you are and how much he loves you. If there is another explanation, then Arthur doesn’t want to hear it. He only wants you as you are in any given moment; you’re perfect. As the weeks turn to months, Arthur is gifted with coming to see your truest self. This inspires him to relax around you in kind, and the two of you lead one another into the relationship you have now. You are his entire life and Arthur will spend the rest of his time on Earth showing this to you. Never will you doubt even second that he doesn’t love you, just as he will never doubt your love for him, for your voice is louder than his demons; their power diminishes in your presence and never does he want to spend even a single day without you now that he knows what life with you is really like.
Joker // wc: 1, 293.
That three inch height difference is still something which Joker adores. It’s not a big difference in height and it’s not even something which means anything to anyone but Joker, but it still means that Joker can kiss the top of your head whenever he so chooses. Just one easy duck of his head and the red greasepaint which adorns his lips is sticky enough to linger long after he’s raised his head with a smug grin. Joker loves to leave his mark on you in this way. By this time in your relationship, Joker knows that you are real and he no longer doubts it, though he is still a victim of the worries which plague his mind. Even just the thought of you is enough to keep Joker company when he’s out werewolfing in the dirty and filthy streets of Gotham, and he always hurries home to you, wanting more time with his one and only person. Joker would know you anywhere and when he smells remnants of your presence around him, even if it’s just a slight hint coming off of his crimson blazer when the wind blows just right, Joker knows that he is home. Home is not a place, it’s you.  He feels more at ease, more peaceful, with you in his life and though he wouldn’t wish his almost thirty six years of suffering on anyone, he would do it all again if it meant that he would have you once more. When first did Joker swan in to apartment 8J after he had murdered Murray Franklin live on national television, he felt out of place, like he was participating in a life which was no longer his, a life which no longer fit, but one look into your green eyes, those eyes which were his own and yet so different, and Joker knew that he was right where he needed to be. Your roles reversed as in that moment did you reach out and cup Joker’s face in your hands, your fingers splayed in those dark green romantic waves, and you pressed a kiss to his painted forehead. Your eyes met his own, you welcomed him home and you accepted him all in the same moment, and Joker’s knees would have given out had you not already been holding him. ALl he could think of in that moment was that he was right where he was needed, wanted, and loved.
One thing is for sure and that is that Joker has music in his soul. He dances to the beat of his own heart and your love for him is the track which accompanies this beat. You flow through his veins so strongly and when Joker is unable to fully express himself, he tells you that you are the music in him. You bond over Sinatra and his music is the one which the two of you dance to often. No matter what happens or what mood either of you are in, you have songs to connect to on their own and you have songs to connect with each other. Your dances are instinctive and while neither of you are professionally trained dancers, you don’t need to be. You can feel the music like it’s part of you and in this way are you more intuitive. The song you are listening to becomes you for its duration and you live within music, while most others only listen to it. Joker adores having you in his arms and he loves to spin you out and to pull you back in with a kiss which steals the very breath from your lungs and he replaces it with his own; you breathe life into each other literally and metaphorically in these moments and neither of you would ever have it any other way. Joker feels more alive with you than he has ever felt and he knows that you are his first and his only love. When most others have turned their faces away from unknown, unseen Arthur Fleck and muted his song without even bothering to listen to it, you stopped to listen and to learn it as well as you know your own song and you know deep within your core that never again do you ever want to hear another song. You wish to sink into his refrains and to never resurface. You are home.
You spend your free time reading and cooking and Joker finds that the familiarity of you and your hobbies calms his racing heart faster than anything else. Whenever he comes home from the grimy and filthy streets of Gotham, he already knows even before he's through the door that he will find you on the worn sofa reading; your legs tucked up underneath you. Joker has never been so loved and so well looked after in all of his thirty five years than he has in the months that he's been with you. It brings you lots of joy to take care of your loved ones and Joker loves the way that you love him. He makes sure to love you just as strongly and just as deeply, for reciprocity is his largest concern. Never, for even a moment, does Joker allow you to question his love for you. Daily does he love on you so hard that the thought never crosses your mind and that's just how he prefers it. You're such a wonderful person and Joker really admires the way that you take care of other people. He likes to sit back and watch you and he will only ever step in if you neglected yourself for the sake of others; this includes himself. He makes sure that he tells you every day that he loves you and that he's proud of you. You're the kind of person that he thinks everyone should be like and somewhere deep within his soul does Joker know that never again will he love another; you're his one and only for now and forever. But not even until death do you part for his love for you goes beyond that.
By this stage in your relationship, you and Joker know each other like the backs of your hands. Joker knows how you are around the right people and every time he thinks he can't love you any more, he's proven wrong when he sees you chatting lively to someone across the other side of the room; he marvels at your confidence. His own confidence is as much of a disguise as his face paint, but your confidence comes naturally to you when you're able to vibe with the right people and Joker wonders how you do it. You’re a mystery to him sometimes but he loves you all the more for the way you so naturally are yourself even with everything you’ve ever been through. You’re so strong and brave in yourself. He loves you so much he could choke on it sometimes and quiet evenings with you is something that he cherishes. Joker likes to read his old government issue battered brown journal while you read beside him, the two of you cuddling and quietly talking the evening away. You are his one and only person who understands him and finally is someone in his space but no longer was here all alone. You are the beginning of his forever, and he is the beginning of your forever. Joker is utterly devoted to you and his life is in your hands, just as your life is in his hands, and the two of you are finally home. You’re so in love that it hurts, but meeting him was the best thing which ever happened to you and Joker echoes that same sentiment.
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discomfort-food · 5 years
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Terrible, Beautiful, Maddening (a Hegeleth fic) 2/?
Summary:
“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear.” ― H.P. Lovecraft
The second oldest is love.
Canon-divergent at the end of Azure Moon.
Read on AO3
The Sword of the Creator pulses warm in her hands as she swings it above her head, once, twice, lashing and striking the masked mage in front of her. The crackling violet magic at his fingertips is extinguished as he slams into one of the columns adorning the throne room. He slumps to the floor, leaving a crimson streak on the cold marble.
The nightmarish creature across the room snarls, hurling a blast of screaming magic at them. “Dimitri! On your right!” She yells, but he is already dodging, rolling, and leaping back to his feet to plunge Areadbhar into the chest of another imperial soldier. The air is acrid in the wake of the blast and burns her throat. 
They cut their way closer to the hovering form once known as Edelgard. The beast’s tail lashes in frustration as yet another burning blast is dodged by Dimitri. This time, however, he is a hair slower, and the end of his cloak takes the blow, burning a crescent shape into the end of it. He swats at the smouldering blue fabric and in his distraction he doesn’t notice one of the imperial soldiers raising their axe behind him. But she does.
“Drop!” Immediately he complies and she lobs a bolt of lightning from her hands, knocking the enemy off their feet and they move no more. 
She rushes up to him, dodging magic cast from the remaining clutch of mages in the center of the room, and reaches her hand out to bring the prince back to his feet. Together they run behind the nearest pillar a few feet away. 
“Thank you, professor,” he grunts, wiping a smear of blood off his face with the back of his gloved hand. She’s been wounded herself, her left arm burns where an errant fireball grazed her, and she’s bleeding from several gashes from blades that made it past her armor. She conjures up a basic healing spell, patching their wounds with a glowing white light. Mercedes or Flayn will have to take a closer look later, but for now it does the job.
“We must finish this, Professor. The Edelgard we once knew is long gone.” She nods, but can’t help feeling like there could have been another way to avoid this twisted path of fate.
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Byleth woke to the steady plip-plop of water in a mostly-full bucket. The best inn in town didn’t have to worry about keeping its roof leak-free when it also happened to be the only inn in town. The drips, not as frequent as the night before, signalled the downpour had decided to let up. 
She blinked the sleep out of her eyes as she visually located her sword, propped against the bedside table. An old habit drilled into her by Jeralt: “Always know where your blade is, and always keep it within arm’s reach, especially when among strangers.” At the thought of strangers, her brain registered the second body in the bed beginning to stir next to her.
“Mornin’, you,” the woman next to her whispered, ghosting her fingers over Byleth’s muscled abdomen. “How’d you sleep?” 
Byleth grunted and closed her eyes again.
The woman-- did she say her name was Odette? Odelle? It didn’t really matter, she supposed-- tried again, this time, tracing a finger up a particularly jagged scar that followed her collarbone and reached toward her heart. “How’d you get this one? Looks pretty nasty.”
Byleth huffed, rolling over and swinging her legs over the side of the bed in one fluid motion. The room had a draft, and the cool air against her bare skin chased away the last remnants of sleep clouding her mind. “I need to get going,” she intoned, running her hands through her pale hair. 
A disappointed hum came from behind her. “Yeah, I get it.” The bed shifted with the removal of weight. She could hear the sound of clothes being found and pulled back on behind her. 
Byleth massaged her forehead, contemplating the floor. “Um… Thanks.” It came out awkwardly, she had never been good at these things. She doubted it would be any less awkward if she was able to process emotions properly.
The shuffling of clothes paused for a moment, then resumed. Floorboards creaked towards the door, and the latch opened with a click.
“I hope you find what you’re looking for, mercenary.” And she was alone in the room.
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She peers around the pillar they’re using as cover. The remaining forces between them and Edelgard have dwindled to a handful of masked mages. They circle around a single one who Byleth presumes is their commander. She can see by now most of them don’t have enough energy to cast spells at them from their distance. Their leader, however, is more difficult for her to read. She notes that he is not wearing the standard issue imperial mage uniform.
“Focus on taking out the weaker ones around the edge. I’ll engage their leader. Ready?”
Dimitri nods an affirmative. She raises her sword and darts out from behind the marble column, Dimitri following suit from the opposite direction. The mage closest to her raises his hand to release a spell, but before he can let it go, she is on top of him and he collapses. 
Now, standing so close to their leader, she can see how his dress differs from the others. Rather than the standard imperial black with red trim, his black robes are detailed in gold patterns. Looking closer, the patterns remind her of eyes staring back at her. Like a whisper of a forgotten dream, a familiar feeling that she’s seen something like this before brushes her mind.
But this is not the time nor place to ponder forgotten memories, and she is immediately dodging a purple bolt of magic from the mage’s outstretched hand. She slashes at him, but his heavy cloak takes most of the damage.
He laughs as he dashes backwards away from her, his masked face distorting his voice into a mocking tone that grates on her ears. “Oh my, it looks like her Majesty’s plan isn’t working out as well as she’d anticipated!” He laughs as another magical blast from Edelgard shrieks over his head, narrowly missing her.
“Graaaagh!” With a roar, next to her, Dimitri pulls his lance out of the last of the surrounding mages. He pulls his arm back and launches it at the retreating mage. Just before it hits its mark however, the mage snaps his fingers and Warps away mid-cackle.
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The rain finally ceased a couple hours after leaving Belfort. Byleth was grateful; her water-resistant cloak was unfortunately not water-proof, and enough dampness had made its way underneath to make her a bit more than mildly uncomfortable. 
Around noon, the sun managed to make an appearance, and a warm breeze did its best to dry her. The fields of ruined crops sloped gently downward ahead of her, and in the distance she could see a river crossed by a wooden bridge. Upon reaching the bridge, however, she turned left and walked along a faint, narrow path that followed the winding river, as the innkeeper in Belford had directed her: “Ayuh, just follow that path there, say about three miles, an’ you’ll run into ol’ Ulag. Fair warnin’, he’s gone quite mad livin’ out there on his own since his wife passed, goddess bless her soul.”
As Byleth made her way along the path, low bushes changed to small trees, which eventually gave way to a loose grove. She could tell this path was old, but infrequently used, with the occasional rotted fencepost poking out of the ground at an angle, and overgrowth that had begun to retake what it once owned.
The first sign of human life she came upon was a wooden board nailed to a knotted tree. “No Trespasing” was carved into it in shakey gouges. She ignored it and continued on.
The next warning was a series of animal skulls impaled on rusty lances stuck in the ground. 
Finally, a lopsided stone shack came into view through the trees. She sidestepped an obvious tripwire set a few inches off the ground, a quick glance showed her it was attached to several strings of bones hanging from the surrounding trees that would make a good deal of noise if they were disturbed. She walked closer towards the building, eyes searching for the resident.
“That’s far enough, missy,” a voice croaked from behind her. Spinning around, she could not locate the source of the voice until she raised her eyes above her.
Sitting several feet up in a tree was an old man pointing a drawn bow at her. “Can ye’ not read?
Disregarding his question, she spoke, loud enough for him to hear her up in the tree. “Are you Ulag? I was told you had seen a strange creature around here a month or so ago.”
The man’s bow went slack as he peered at her. “A ‘strange creature?!’ Bah!” He hawked a glob of spit at the ground. “That’s no way to talk about a man’s wife, you know!” 
Byleth blinked. “Your wife?”
Ulag squinted at her, “Aye, my wife. You deaf as well as blind, too?” He dropped out of the tree, landing on his feet with the grace a man of his age should not have possessed. “Who are you, anyway? Did they send you to spy on me?” His posture grew slouched, and his eyes darted around, searching for some unseen threat.
“I don’t know who they are,” she monotoned. “Can you tell me about your wife?”
 At the mention of his wife, his demeanor changed again. He sat back on a log, eyes misty amd far away. “Oh, she’s just the loveliest, the sweetest girl a man could ask for. She has soft, white hair, and has always loved to dress up in that pretty gown of hers. That’s how I knew it was her, of course.” 
“You knew?”
“Well of course I did! I’d be able to recognize my own wife, wouldn’t I? Who are you to come here, asking so many questions, anyway? You’re not trying to seduce her are you?” He jumped up from the log in a frenzy, waving his bow. “Don’t test me missy! Ol’ Ulag’s still got fire in his bones yet!”
Byleth stepped back a few paces, unfazed. “I’m not seducing anyone. I’m tracking a creature that may have passed through this area several weeks ago. The innkeeper in Belfort mentioned you told him that you saw something unexplainable in the woods here, which caused me to investigate.” 
Focused again, Ulag shook his head. “The only unexplainable thing here is you insisting my wife is some sort of monster! I saw her clear as day! Well, it was night. But it was a full moon! She was there, I swear on my life!” He gestured toward a clearing in the trees where several stumps of broken trees poked out of the ground like tombstones. 
“You only saw her the once?”
“There I was, sleeping in my bed. Next thing I know, Everett over there,” he pointed over his shoulder at possibly the oldest donkey Byleth had ever seen, “he starts screaming bloody murder. Now, I figure it’s a bear, ain’t seen one in a while but sometimes they get brave. So I grab my old pot and a stick, you know just to scare it off, but when I turn the corner, there she is! I know, I know, they all say ol’ Ulag’s damn near pickled himself in drink. But so what?! I ain’t got no kids, ain’t got nobody no more. Everett here’s not the best at conversation neither.”
Byleth interrupted his rambling, trying to keep the old man on topic. “Ulag. What did you see?”
“Oh, oh right. I saw her! Veiled in moonlight, a golden halo atop her head, and wings of an angel. But she startled me so, I dropped my pot, and quick as a whip, she was gone, back into the darkness.” His voice cracked and Byleth realized he had begun to tremble. “Ever since she got sick, terribly sick, she’s been hiding from me. She’s shy, you know. But now that I saw her I know she’s watching out for me. I just wish she’d come home...” His voice trails off into a whisper.
Byleth had heard enough. “Thank you for telling me of this. Take care of yourself, Ulag.” Circling him, she moved to return the way she had come. 
“Wait,” He spoke as she passed him. “Won’t you stay for a cup of tea?”
Wordlessly, she continued walking.
--
“No! But..” Edelgard’s cry echoes through the chamber, laced with fury and frustration, her eyes searching for any sign that the mage still remains in the room, but it is in vain.
Dimitri picks up his lance from the ground and points it at her. “To be changed beyond all recognition. That is what lies at the end of the ideals you served so diligently. I have no pity for one such as you. If that is the future you hoped for, then you deserve no compassion.” The creature remains silent, her features set in determination.
He charges up the stairs towards the emperor, and she follows a few paces behind. Her calf muscles burn from exhaustion, and she knows Dimitri must be in an even worse state. Edelgard hangs in the air above them, haloed in harsh light streaming from the stained-glass window behind her, a twisted illusion of an angel.
They reach her, and in tandem, swing their weapons. She lets out a snarl, swatting them with clawed hands wreathed in violet magic. They strike again, and again. Her thick, hide-like armor withstands most of the damage, even from their holy relics, but more and more gashes break through, each one punctuated by a gasp of pain. 
Curiously, she notices a pattern. When both of them rush to attack together, Edelgard favors defending and retaliating against Dimitri, allowing the Sword of the Creator to pierce her armor. Desperately, she fights on, trying to ignore the way the monster’s burning red eyes bore into her unbeating heart.
--
“It was just the strangest thing. Never seen anything like it in my life. Pa said it must have been the wolves, but I’ve seen wolf tracks and those weren’t made by any wolf I ever heard of.” 
Byleth was standing just outside a stone-fenced corral, currently home to half a dozen squealing pigs. The farmer, a young man barely out of his teens and sprouting a patchy beard, continued to shovel foul-smelling mud over his shoulder as he spoke.
“If not wolves what would you say the tracks looked like?” Byleth asked, but she already knew what his answer would be.
“That’s the thing, see. They almost looked like they were made by a human, as if they were walking on their toes, with their heel raised up, you know? But of course the size of them would make them stand fifteen, twenty feet tall.” He scoffed, shaking his head. 
She nodded, confirming her suspicions. “Thank you for your time.”
He squinted at her in the late afternoon sun, planting his shovel in the ground and leaning on it. “You’re trying to find this thing, yeah? If you know what it is, I’d be grateful if you told me. Myself and others around here can’t hardly afford to lose more livestock, not with things spread thin as they are right now.”
Byleth shrugged noncommittally; “It’s been moving steadily north for the last few months, so I doubt any of your pigs will become a second course meal.”
“That’s comforting, but you still haven’t told me what it is. A bear?” He wiped a line of sweat off his brow, leaving a brown smear across it.
“A bear.” Even she knew her response was less than convincing. A pale lock of flyaway hair blew into her vision. As they stood there, a dark stormfront had rolled in from the east, the sky there nearly black. “Wind’s howling.”
“Aye. Better get a hustle on if you’re looking to make it to a dry bed in time. Next town’s an hour’s walk from here.” 
With that, Byleth set off. The information she received from the farmer was nothing new. One of his pigs, or what was left of it, had been found a week ago, torn to shreds. Mysteriously, there was no way he could tell how the pig managed to escape it’s pen or if the predator had broken in, as the gate had still been locked securely that morning and there was no sign of a broken fence. It was as if something had simply plucked the animal from over the top of the pen.
Byleth had been collecting reports like these for several weeks, a mutilated farm animal here, some strange tracks there. Other than Ulag, the only other person who witnessed the creature was a young girl who had decided to take a shortcut through the forest from her grandmother’s house. She hadn’t stopped crying for three days. 
Gradually, the time between sightings and Byleth’s arrival shortened, from almost two months at the beginning, until now, where she estimated she was less than a week behind. At first, most people only reported tracks, or dogs howling at some unseen presence in the forest. Occasionally a single cow or sheep would go missing, the only exception occurring on the same night the young girl saw the monster in the woods. A whole herd of cattle had been destroyed shortly after. Most had not been eaten at all, but torn apart seemingly by pure rage. This incident was most concerning to Byleth, and after that she had quickened her pace and endeavored to close the distance between her and her quarry.
All of these sightings loosely meandered north, and now Byleth was somewhere in the western reaches of Varley territory from what she could tell. In the distance, she could see the foothills that would roll into the mountain range that divided Fodlan and where Garreg Mach monastery was nestled deep within. 
A fat raindrop landed squarely on her nose, breaking her from her silent contemplation and she knew she would not make it warm and dry to the town that night.
--
They fight for several torturous minutes, neither side gaining substantial ground over the other. They are much faster than Edelgard in this form and strike her more often than not, but her armored body is able to withstand the brunt of their blows. 
Next to her, Dimitri’s movements grow more harried; he has taken more hits than her and he holds his body at an angle that implies more than one of his bones is broken. For a moment she can see a flash of the old Dimitri, the ghoul that she found lurking in the Goddess Tower months ago. With a strained yell, he leaps at Edelgard, his lance miraculously finding purchase between the plates of armor at her shoulder and tearing a gash across the spot where glaring red energy shines through.
Edelgard screams, the wound leaking an inky black liquid, and reflexively reaches her hand out, her whole palm enclosing Dimitri’s arm that holds Areadbhar, and flings him across the platform they stand on. His body land out of sight with a sickening thud that echoes through the room. She calls out his name, but there is only silence. She offers up a quick prayer that he is not dead, in the slim chance that Sothis can somehow hear it.
She turns back to Edelgard, bracing for a strike, but it does not come. She realizes that while she was distracted by Dimitri’s fall, the emperor could have taken several opportunities to strike her. But she did not. Rather, Edelgard floats in place, trembling with exhaustion. Her face is downcast, almost expressionless but for a slight frown. 
“Facing you, I grow weak.” 
The words reverberate sorrowfully and a pit grows in her stomach with the knowledge of what she must do. She raises her sword, and a clawed hand lifts to strike.
--
With a quick spark, flint met steel and her campfire was set ablaze. Byleth had finally reached the edge of Fodlan’s central mountain range, and she had set up camp on a flat overhang halfway up a mountain at the mouth of the valley. 
The sun was just beginning it’s final descent on the horizon, and from her perch above the valley she could see the vibrant colors of the trees, indicating the Wyvern Moon was nearly at its close. As if on cue, a flock of wyverns swooped over the far end of the valley, heading south, not wishing to be the last ones caught in the chill of the Red Wolf Moon. 
She pulled the tie out of her pale hair and let it fluff out; it had begun to grow longer than she normally kept it but for reasons unknown to her, she had yet to cut it and instead had been tying it back. She couldn’t remember ever wanting to cut her hair at all, in fact. As a child, Jeralt would give her a trim once in awhile to keep it out of her eyes, and later on she only kept it at a manageable length to avoid getting in the way during battle. She supposed now there wouldn’t be many battles the future Archbishop needed to involve herself in. Perhaps she would let it grow out. 
Byleth leaned back against a tree, munching on the last of her bread she had bought two days ago at a small mining camp, the last sign of civilization since entering the mountains. It would only be three or four more days to Garreg Mach, although that would be rough travel as there were no roads on this side of the monastery. She supposed it was fortunate that she had naturally ended up so close to where she would have to return anyway, but a faint feeling of melancholy still settled in her chest.
The sun finally dipped below the valley walls, and Byleth reached for more firewood to increase the blaze. Normally, it would be unnecessary to make a fire this large, unwise in fact, as being high up on the mountain would make one a shining beacon for any potential bandits or thugs. This time, however, she wanted to be seen. Even two days away was too close to civilization for her liking, especially after witnessing the destruction of the cattle herd that was triggered by getting too near to one small girl. 
No, this campfire was a warning. 
She waited and listened, and the sun dropped lower, taking the last colors of daylight with it. Not long after the stars had appeared in the sky, she heard what she was waiting for. On the opposite side of the valley, the sound of trees, snapping, and crashing to the forest floor echoed through the night. The sounds grew fainter as they moved further away, until there was silence again.
Byleth slipped into dreams, regretting that her journey was nearing an end.
--
This time, she extends the Sword of the Creator to its full length, swinging it up and around the floating figure in front of her. It wraps itself around the towering creature and tightens, eliciting monstrous gasps as each section of the blade digs itself into flesh. She wrenches the sword downward and Edelgard is dragged to the ground, crashing to her knees.
She bites back the taste of blood in her mouth and only just now realizes a sharp pain in her chest. In the struggle, a clawed hand has pierced through her armor, through her chest where her unbeating heart lay. 
She looks up at Edelgard, who still towers over her even kneeling. The creature struggles against her binds weakly, but it only twists itself tighter; a morbid serpent wrapping around its prey. 
Glowing red eyes meet green, and despite the war, despite not knowing if Dimitri still lived, within the black depths she can still see the eyes of the girl she saved all those years ago from a bandit attack. 
She can do this no longer.
With a flick of her wrist, she withdraws her sword, releasing the monster before her. She raises it up again, and Edelgard flinches, anticipating a final strike, but it does not come. 
The Sword of the Creator extends, reaching towards a new target. It arcs beyond the platform they stand on, and reaches the stained glass window high above them. The glass shatters, showering them in multicolored shards. The sudden increase in light pains her eyes and she closes them for a moment. She is tired, so very tired.
A cold, yet burning sensation fills her chest as the claws within it are withdrawn and she stumbles, now she is the one on her knees. She can feel her vision grow hazy as a wet warmth bleeds from her wound, staining her white collar crimson. She sees wings outlined in the blurred light of the window, and the last thing she remembers is drawing on her last reserves of magic to call down a Ragnarok spell just a few feet away where Edelgard had been moments before.
Then, there is nothing.
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Happier (Taehyung x You ONESHOT)
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A/N: This is one of the first requests in my inbox and im sorry it took this long to write this. I just got inspired last mightt. sorryy love youuu
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MASTERLIST
Walking down 29th and Park I saw you in another’s arms You look happier
“Hey, woah slow down Tae. How many glass have you drank?” Jimin snatched his glass away and Taehyung smirked.
“Oh come on Chim. Its a party. A happy occassion! Shouldnt we be happy too? Let me drink!” He growls and tries to get his glass back but Jimin pull his hand away.
“How long are you going to be this way? Are you going to get drunk everytime you remember her? Everytime theres a couple? A wedding? An engagement? Anything thats reeks happiness or reminds you of love?!”
“Yeah. I am! So what?!” Taehyung growls and sneered at his friend, trying to find another glass.
“Get over her already Kim Taehyung!” Jimin yelled. “Get over Y/N!”
“I cant. Not when she looks so happy in another man’s arm. No one should be able to make her happy like that except for me Chim! No one!” Taehyung sighed and slumped down on the chair.
“But you are the one wbo blew it Tae. Its your own damn fault and you got no one to blame,” Jimim rubs his friend’s back. He knows how heart broken Taehyung is but theres realy no one else to blame but himself. “Now man up. Its a party and you wont ruined it just because you cant see anyone else happy and in love!” Jimin growls and shakes Taehyung’s shoulder. “Shes happier now and you should be happy for her, and thats that,”
Saw you walk inside a bar He said something to make you laugh I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours Yeah, you look happier, you do
Its only been a few months after their fateful breakup that Taehyung saw Y/N again. He saw her in her favorite scarf and beanie, fighting the cold weather, her nose and the tip of her ears slightly pink. Taehyung loves that look on her. He always teased her about it when they were together. Without realizing, his legs has taken him into her direction, wanting nothing more than to tap her shoulder and tell her how much he misses her, but Taehyung never get the opportunity when clumsy as she is, she bumped into someone the moment she walked into the bar, spilling the glasses of beer the man is holding. And before he knows it, the two of them are talking and laughing to the wee hours, the man’s friends forgotten and Taehyung sat alone by the corner, just staring at them.
His last memory of hers… her crying face, her eyes thats filled with pain.. now is replaced by the wide smile on her face, laughing at something the man said. If only Taehyund had walked faster. If only Taehyung grabbed her hand first before she enters the bar, if only she wasnt clumsy. So many ifs but everything is too late when all he can see now is Y/N’s big grin that matches the man as they exchanged phone numbers.
If only he could turn back time and treat her right.
Ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you But ain’t nobody love you like I do
Y/N and Taehyung has been together for almost 10 years. Well, they will be 10 in a few months and Y/N loves him like no other. Dating an idol was never easy. Especially if the said idol is extremely well known and good looking and she is just a normal girl. Its fate they met and fall in love. Y/N had refused his invitation for drinks multiple times when they first met, but Taehyung was relentless. He keeps showing up and asking her out, and who in the world could resist Kim Taehyung’s charms when he decides to put it to good use on someone. So, after months of persuading and convincing, Y/N finally said yes to a coffee date.
A simple coffee date turns to talking all day long. They laugh, they share their interests, they shared stories, and they even continued their coffee date to a night walk by the Han river which they ended up sitting and talking until the break of dawn. As Taehyung walks Y/N home, he finally finds the courage to ask for her phone number and one simple coffee date turns to lunches, movies, walk in the parks, dinners and on their 10th date, Taehyung finally asks her to officially become his, which Y/N said yes to without hesitation.
Taehyung and Y/N are madly in love, and eventhough they were not allowed to date in public, that didnt seem to stop them as their love for each other burns quite strongly. Y/N believes that no matter what happen, they can take it, just as long as Taehyung continues to love her.
Nine years they have been together. They are in love and happy and Taehyung couldnt have asked for more. Y/N is understanding, beautiful, smart, sweet and everything else he ever wanted in a girl, but Yerin came like a summer breeze in his comfortable winter with Y/N. Hr met when Yerin, a rookie idol, was casted as one of the model for their music video. She is fresh, young, charming and new and for some odd reason, out of the sevem boys, she seemed to be interested in him. Yerin didnt know at first, to the world Taehyung is a single man, and by the time she found out that Taehyung is in a long term serious relationship, she has already fallen too deep in love with him,amd a girlfriend wont stop her efforts in persuing Kim Taehyung.
Relentless and determined to make Taehyung hers, she become his dream girl, his one place to vent about work stress… or when he has fight with Y/N. Tiny unimportant arguments turns into bigger fights led Taehyung to not coming home for days. And Yerin swoop in to take the opportunity and on one drunken night at a bar listening to Taehyung vent about the fights led to sleepless night in her bed, doing things he shouldnt have. One night turns to many, once a week turns to almost everyday and soon enough Taehyung is convinced that he is in love with Yerin too.
So Y/N becomes a punch bag. A person to release his anger on when he got into a fight with Yerin. When he is jealous about Yerin’s intinate closeness with her co star. Smiles and sweet nothings are only whispered in Yerin’s ears and only harsh words of insults and yelling are left for Y/N.
Nine years theu have been together. Ten in a few months, and Y/N knkws something has changed in her relationship Taehyung. Is it her? Did she do something? Did she changed? Is that why Taehyung hates her so much?
Tears dripped down on the cold floor as she kneeled down to pick up the remains of the food that she worked so hard to cook as a surprise for him and scattered pieces of the broken plate that Taehyung threw on the floor earlier before storming out. Just because she asks him where he had been when she calls the dorm and the boys said he were not there. Just because of that one question, Taehyung pushed down everything on the table to the floor in rage before storming off, not coming home for the next three days. Dont even get her started on the harsh words Taehyung said to her every day, cancelling on date nights for no reason at all even when she is already fully dressed and pushing her away when she tries to kiss him. Y/N starts to keep to herself, crying herself to sleep whenever Taehyung stormed off or didnt make it home for the night, keeping quiet when he is around, afraid anything she said will set him off, all the while trying to think of the mistake she did that seems to make Taehyung to stop loving her.
But no matter how she tried, she doesnt know why. Y/N was almost convinced that maybe Taehyung’s love for her has expired. Maybe love does have an expired date after all. After all, they have been together for nearly 10 years, maybe he is bored of her already.
Then one fateful day, when she decides to come home early from work, she finally found out why.
The red stilletos placed neatly in front of the door is definitely not hers. But even with a panic rising in her chest, Y/N tries to reason with herself. Maybe one of the boys comes over to visit Taehyung and brought their girlfriend with them. Yes, that could be it. But the dim lighted house when she entered and the trail of clothes leading to their bedroom are making it hard to believe the reason she just came out with.
The noise she heard as she neared the room is making her thoughts came true and the sight she sees when she pushed open the door slightly confirmed everything.
Y/N covered her mouth with both of her hand as she stood there watching her boyfriend thrusting in and out of a woman she has never seen before. Their loud moans and being lost in pleasure distract them from seeing her there, and with tears running down her face, Y/N turned around and went out from the house, eliminating all traces that she has been there and witness the whole thing.
Maybe its a one time thing. She can forgive a one time thing right? Everyone make mistakes and Taehyung is only human. He loves her. Taehyung still loves her.
Atleast that is what she keeps tellimg herself as she comes home hours later, pretending like nothing happened.
Y/N’s hope and trust that its a one time thing broke into pieces when she starts to caught them multiple times, everywhere. Even worse when she caught Taehyung talking to the girl on the phone, and texting her. Her heart shattered into pieces when she finally heard it. Taehyung’s hush voice, under the blanket.
“I love you Yerin, goodnight angel,”
All this time Y/N pretended not to know that her boyfriend is sleeping with someone else, in her own house too. She pretended not to know, hoping its just a fling, something Taehyung needed to get out from his system. She knows she can forgive him, just as long as he tells her he still loves her.
But telling the other girl he loves her? Y/N knew then that their relationship is over. And she knows just the perfect gift she could give to the man she loves, one last time.
Sat on the corner of the room Everything’s reminding me of you Nursing an empty bottle and telling myself you’re happier Aren’t you?
Why didnt he notice her smile that just didnt reached her eyes anymore? Or the way she goes to bed early? Or how she always refuses date night saying shes too exhausted? And her puffy and red eyes like she has been crying all night when she wakes him up for breakfast? Why didnt he see all that?
Taehyung took a swig from the already half empty bottle as he thinks about all the things he should have noticed. Things that showed Y/N already knows about his infidelity. Knows how he already broke her heart.Things he should have done. This is his usual routine whenever they dont have a schedule now, crawled into a corner at a nameless bar where no one would recognize him and drinks up one whole bottle or whatever bottle that he is sober enough to order next, thinking about his memories with Y/N. The good memories, the bad memories, and just memories of her. The way she walks, talks, laugh and smile. The way she always smell, of roses and vanilla, the way she needs to drink a cup of milk before she can fall asleep, the way she loves to dance in the rain. Every single thing reminds Taehyung of Y/N. So he drinks. He keeps on drinking until all theres left are hazy memories of her, and yet, when he wakes up after passing out at some alleyway the next morning, her face is always the first thing that appeared in his mind.
Taehyung shouldnt be this way. He shouldnt even feel this way. He shouldnt even be thinking about Y/N at all. Y/N has found someone new. Someone who can make her laugh better, smile wider, happier even, and she dont need him anymore. But why is it Taehyung needs her more than ever now?
Ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you But ain’t nobody need you like I do I know that there’s others that deserve you But my darling, I am still in love with you
“T-Taehyung?” Y/N’s sleepy eyes popped wide open when she realized who is at her door at 4 am in the morning, looking drunk as hell and disheveled.
“Baybeeeee,” Taehyung slurred as he stumbled into the door, trying to kiss her but Y/N avoided him.
“Tae go home. Its 4 am and you are drunk,”
“I-Im not drunkkk. I want to see my babybeee,” he giggles and stumbled into the couch.
“Tae…” Y/N sighed. “Just stay there. Ill make some coffee to help you sober up and then maybe you can go home,” Y/N make sure he is safe and comfortable on the couch before heading to the kitchen to make him the coffee and some snacks. By the time she came back, Taehyung is already fast asleep, drooling on her couch. She stood there in front of him, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand, looking at him sadly.
“I guess… we just have to talk tomorrow then. Sleep well Taehyung,”
/////
“Hey… how are you feeling?” Taehyung feels like he has woken up in heaven when the first thing he sees is Y/N’s face smiling in front of him if its not for the killer headache attacking his head right at that moment.
“Like dying,” he groans out. Y/N giggles at his answer and even then he feels his heart skipped a beat from the sound.
“I know. You are hangover. Drink this. It will help,” she pushes a glass of hot beverage in front of him and some pills. “And I made breakfast too. Eat up before you go okay,” the thought of Y/N making him breakfast sends his heart into a frenzy but then he remembers her next words, ‘before you go’ . Right. They are no longer together. He can no longer lounge and watch TV with her, legs tangling together after breakfast or his favorite, making sweet sweet love to her. Y/N belongs to someone else now. And he needs to go after he eats breakfast.
“Yeah.. thanks,” he takes a sip of the drink and swallow his pills. “I take it I was drunk and showed up at your house at late hours last night?”
“4 am to be exact,” she smiles.
“I’m really sorry Y/N,”
“Its okay Tae. It happens. I understand. Eat up and sober up okay? Your brothers must be worried about you,” she smiles again and start to get up but Taehyung stop her by pulling her hand.
“No. Theres no possible way that you can understand Y/N,” he looks at her straight in the eye. “You wont be able to understand how much I miss you, need you,”
“Taehyung, dont,” Y/N tries to shake her hand loose but to no avail.
“Please Y/N…”
“I-I dont know what you are asking from me. Taehyung we are over. I have met someone new now,” Y/N tries to shake her hand off again. “Tae… I’m happy with him,” Her words were like a blade to Taehyung’s heart. “You know I’m happy with him,”
“Y/N… I know you deserve to be happy. I know theres someone out there that deserves you more than me, that can treat you better, love you better…” he trailed off, hoping for a reaction.
Y/N just kept quiet, finally able to take her hand back after Taehyung let it go.
“But Y/N… give me a chance. You have loved me before. You can love me again. I will treat you the way you really deserve Y/N. Please…,” Taehyung begged, his eyes wide. “Y/N… I still love you. I am still so in love with you. I cant forget you. I cant move on from you,”
“Tae… please dont do this,” Y/N sniffles, tears threatening to fall down. “You know I love you before Tae. You are everything to me,” she cups his face. “But its over. You didnt choose me. So I chooses someone new Tae. And this breakup is the only gift I could give you,”
I could try to smile to hide the truth I know I was happier with you
“Happy anniversary Kim Taehyung. I cant believe its our 10th year together now,” Y/N smiles at him and Taehyung smiles back. God, he misses that smile. So beautiful. A smile that never fails to make all his bad days turns good again. That smile that never leave her face no matter how bad Taehyung treated her all this years. Abandoned her, keeping her a secret, yells at her, making her a punching bag, push her around, hurt her… everything bad he did, she only replied with that smile.
Why am I so stupid? Taehyung thought to himself. He already have the perfect angel bestowed upon him and all he do is take her for granted and hurt her. I’m never going to make her cry out of sadness ever again. Ever. I’m going to make it right this time. Who am I kidding? No one will ever be able to make as happy as she is. Y/N is the only one for me. Forever and always. I’m at my happiest only when I’m with her, and I’ll keep it that way.
Yerin was a mistake. He never loved her. He realized that now. Everything he did with her is out of lust, and blinded feelings. Y/N deserves better. Y/N is the only girl for him and he knows that now. Taehyung just hopes that he is not too late.
“Happy anniversary baby,” Taehyung closes the gap between them and hold her hand. He leans in to give her a kiss but Y/N titlted her head, avoiding it, making Taehyung confused. “Baby? Everything okay?”
“Everything is more than okay. Its great even,” Y/N smiles again, but her smile is sad this time. Taehyung furrowed her brows. Whats happening? He starts to panics when tears starts falling down her cheeks softly, but the smile still etched across her face.
“T-then why are you crying baby?”
“N-nothing. I’m just going to give you your present okay?”
“Okay. But wait!” Taehyung reached on the table and take the gift box that he had wrapped so carefully. “Open mine first. Its not much baby but I promise everything is changing starting now. That present is just the beginning,” he grins, knowing Y/N couldnt possibly understand what he is talking about.
“I…” Y/N looks down, not moving to take the box. “Just… I want to give you my present first okay Taehyung?”
“O-okay then baby. What is it?”
“I’m afraid its not something material,” she smiles. “But I know you will love it,”
“Really? What is it baby?” Taehyung smiles warmly at her. “Whatever it is you are giving me, I will like it anyway. Because it came from you,”
Y/N smiles and didnt say anything, moving closer to him and take his hand, her thumb carresing the back of his hand before the other carressed his cheeks. Her eyes look into his deeply, as if trying to remember his face one last time. Taehyung feels panic rising in his chest but keeps on smiling.
“My gift for you Taehyung, is a bit special. Since its our 10 years anniversary,” she looks down for a moment before lifting her eyes to look back into his, glazed with tears. “I’m giving you your freedom,”
“What do you mean? What freedom?”
“I’m breaking up with you Tae,” Y/N smiles softly, tears are again cascading down her cheeks.
“Breaking up?! What?! Baby no! I-”
“Listen to me!” Y/N raised her hand to stop him from talking. “I’m breaking up with you Tae, so you dont have to. I know about you and Yerin and I also know about how long it has been going on,” Taehyung felt all the blood is gone from his face as he tries to grab Y/N’s hand but she flinched away. “I’m giving you freedom from me Tae. So you dont have to cheat anymore. Go to her,”
“Baby no! I’m sorry!” Taehyung is also crying now. “Baby, I swear. Its a mistake. I-”
“Its not a mistake when it has been going on for more than a year Tae,” Y/N gave him a small smile. “I can see your face Tae. Your exhaustion whenever you are with me. How forced you feel when you have to come back to me when all you want is to be with her, right? Its alright. This is my final gift to you. You dont have to feel bad anymore. And I wont put this against you,” Y/N nods and pulls out something from behind the couch, her luggage that Taehyung recognized so well. He recognized because they bought it together. The stickers on it a reminder of all the places they have been together, creating memories, but now all torned up, leaving the surface if the luggage empty. Is she throwimg all their memories away?
“No. No! I’m not letting you go! Y/N, I’m sorry. I know. I know my mistake is too huge to be forgiven, but give me a chance to redeem myself. Just dont leave me, plesse baby,” he pleaded, begging desperately.
“I cant do that Tae. Every night when you didnt come home I cried in my bed, my head spinning, thinking if you are with her tonight. Thinking if you are doing the things you used to do with me. Are you happy with her? Are you sleeping soundly in her arms? I cant do that anymore Tae. I’m sorry but I cant,”
“I swear Y/N. Its over. Its really is over! Its you. You are the one I want. The one I love!” Taehyung tries to pull her back when she tries to wheel her luggage out the door.
“Tae.. I keep on thinking, wondering. Is there anything else that I could have done, that I should have do to prevented you from doing it… but I cant think of anything. I have given you my everything Tae bur its not enough,” Y/N sobs. “I realized it now. Im not enough. A-and this is the last thing I can give you to proof how much I love you,”
“If you love me, please dont go Y/N. Please dont. I will change. Ill do anything you want, please Y/N. I love you, I love you,” Taehyung is already on his knees, hugging her waist but she peeled off his hands that di wrapped around her.
“You dont love me Tae. If you do you wouldnt have done it. There must be something about her that makes you keep coming back… and I’m giving you the freedom to enjoy that with her. That is my last gift to you,” Y/N pushed his hands away and with tear stricken face turn to him one last time. “Happy anniversary Tae, you know I love you, but my love alone is not enough. You will be happier without me. Goodbye my love,”
And with that, Y/N walks out, never looking back.
Baby, you look happier, you do I knew one day you’d fall for someone new But if he breaks your heart like lovers do Just know that I’ll be waiting here for you
“Its been years Tae… you need to accept the fact that Y/N is happy and she is getting married okay?” Jimin sympathetically looks at his friend. “You want her to be happy dont you? And look at her Tae,” Jimin points to the front, where the main couple of the engagement party stood. “She looks so happy. Jungkook makes her happy, and you know that. He treats her right. She has been happy ever since she met Kookie at the bar,”
Taehyung look at the newly engaged couple in front of the room, Jungkook pulling Y/N, his now fiancee, in for a kiss as she blushes shyly and gave a weak smile towards Jimin.
“She doesnt just look happy Chim,” Taehyung said, making Jimin turned to him,curious as to what his friend is going to say. “She looks extremely happier. Happier than she ever did with me… and thats a good thing right?” Taehyung finishes off his glass in one gulp. “But I’ll be here Chim. I’ll be waiting for her here, forever. And if I ever be given the chance again, then I’ll make her even happier than that,”
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azuleif · 6 years
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11 Questions!
I was tagged by @gardenoftulip, @nessajjewell and @rueitae to answer some questions. Thank you all, you made me feel special! 💚💙
Rules:
1.always post the rules
2. Answer the questions given by the person who tagged you
3. Write 11 questions of your own
4. Tag 11 people you want to get to know better
Sorry this got a bit long!
Questions from @gardenoftulip
1. Name 3 things in nature you find the most beautiful? The sky, stars and animals.
2. What's the funniest way you've been injured? I'm clumsy. I could fill an entire post with stupid and funny ways I've gotten hurt! The most recent though, was probably trying to walk across a clear living room floor with a dead leg. I tripped over literally nothing and managed to sprain pretty much everything possible in my ankle! I spent 12 weeks in a walking cast... 
3. If you could ask your pet 3 questions, what would they be? Can you please exist? 😂 I don't have a pet, sadly. I would LOVE a cat though.
4. What are your pet peeves? Hmm, tough one. Maybe when people interrupt me for no reason when I'm watching or listening to something. Especially if I have headphones in. Can't you see I'm busy??? I'm 100% the kind of person that aggressively pauses my show until they're done.
5. What's the first thing you ate today? Toast! With marmite on.
6. What makes you laugh? A lot. It's not hard. But puns and bad jokes are especially a huge weakness of mine.
7. Do you have a hidden talent? If so, what? If I do, it must be really well hidden...
8. What's your zodiac sign? Does it fit your personality? I'll be honest, I have no idea about zodiac stuff. It's not something that interests me So I'm afraid I can't answer.
9. What is your favourite holiday? Any holiday that means I can stay home and not interact.... 😂
10. If you have one, who is your celebrity crush? Yoo Kihyun, the main vocalist from the Kpop group Monsta x. I think Jeremy Shada might be getting there too...
11. If you could be a genius at something, what would it be? Anything? Please? Okay seriously though, I'd have to say music. I love music, but I just don't have the skill for it myself.
Questions from @nessajjewell
1. What is your favourite food? My favourite food changes a lot. I guess the only consistent thing is fresh seasonal fruit?
2. place you've always wanted to go? A tour of Asia would be cool. Or France.
3. Favourite show? J-just one??! Voltron Legendary defender has to be my all time favourite, at the moment at least. But I also love shows like Scorpion, marvel's Gifted, miraculous ladybug, full metal alchemist and Teen titans.
4. Single or nah? Single!
5. Video game you last played? Monster Hunter.
6. Can you do a weird talent? Not that I can think of. What would even class as weird?
7. Tennis shoes or sneakers? Uh oh. I uh... what's the difference??
8. Soda or pop? As in fizzy drinks? I don't tend to drink any.
9. Favourite drink? Coffee! I live off the stuff!
10. What is your favourite hobby? Gaming. As much as I love drawing, it does sometimes get stressful, especially if it isn't working out how I want it too. Gaming is my stress relief and always fun~
11. Is there a store you go to frequently? I'm very introverted, and shops are sooooo stressful for me. I do all shopping online if I can! But I make exceptions for certain comic book, game and merch shops.
And finally, questions from @rueitae
1. Movies that had a great impact on you as a child - you know the ones you vividly remember watching as a kid? There are so many! Eldorado, Sinbad, Osmosis Jones and all the pokémon films really come to mind though.
2. What is your occupation? Or what do you want to do as a career? Tell me about it! My actual job is pretty boring, so I'll talk about my dream job instead! I've always wanted to be in game design. I love designing characters, and I would LOVE to be on a team that creates concept art for games.
3. Spinning rides or up and down rides? I get motion sickness really easily... But having said that, I love spinning rides for as long as I can enjoy them without feeling ill.
4. What is the most neat place you've ever visited? Would you live there? I haven't really travelled much, even within my own country. But I've been to Newcastle a few times to visit family, and I do love it there. I don't think I'd live there though, I'm a country girl and I think the city would overwhelm me too much after the novelty wore off.
5. How did you find your current fandom? My uncle watched Voltron before I did, when it first came out. We're really close and have similar tastes so when he got excited about it, I was definetly interested! I  kept putting it off though, and it wasn't until I kept seeing it on Tumblr through miraculous blogs I follow that I eventually watched it, only a month or two after my uncle did.
6. What's the hottest wing sauce you've ever eaten? I don't really know, sorry! But I do like spicy food.
7. What's the fic/art you've always wanted to write/draw but haven't gotten to for any reason. Oc? Original story? Tell me all about it! Oooh boy. I am ALWAYS coming up with story ideas. I have an entire universe of stories that I've wanted to write and draw since I was 13! I've got entire timelines and realities planned out, and even every single side character has concept art!
My favourite story of mine at the moment is probably Thieves Heart. It's so much fun to draw! And I love coming up with new ideas for it. I even love the designs I have for my main characters, Kyrad and Chiel, which is a rarity.
Kyrad is a thief because it's his family business.
Chiel is a thief because she loves the thrill of it all.
They keep crossing paths, and while Chiel adores the competition and might have a growing crush on her newfound rival, Kyrad isn't so keen. He'd much rather steal in peace.
He does have his eye on a cute but sassy civilian though, and has no idea she's actually the very same thief stealing all his hauls!
There's so much more I could say, amd although I really want to enthuse about all of my stories, its kind of nerve wracking and I also know that once I start, you literally can't shut me up. I get carried away easily...
I do keep toying with the idea of starting a webtoon, but my own lack of confidence holds me back I think.
8. Comfort food. if there is one snack/meal that is your go to- what is it? Maybe it's a drink? Any kind of hot food including rice, noodles or soup works for me. It could be my mum's chicken soup, it could be instant ramen. It depends a lot on my mood.
9. One person you really look up to as a role model. It's... really hard choosing just one person. I can't choose only one from my family, so I'll have to go for a friend of mine instead. She's a good 10 years older then me, but age doesn't matter. She's such a dear friend and I don't know what I'd do without her! She's helped me through so much. She has a lot of the same issues I have, and seeing how strong and amazing she is really inspires me. She's helped me with my anxiety in such a huge way, and if I could be a fraction of the person she is I'd be so happy. I want to help people like she's helped me through my problems. ❤
10. Favourite colour combination? Maybe pastel blue and silver?
11. What is your favourite outfit? That one clothing combination that makes you feel hip or comfortable or both. Just jeans and my Star Labs hoodie. My hoodie especially is my favourite piece of clothing and is so comfortable, it's baggy, it's soft and warm. I miss it every time it goes in the wash!
Again, thank you so much for this, it's been fun! I'm sorry it got so long.
I'd love to tag some people to answer some of my questions but not only have I spent a little too long on this already, but I'm a nervous wreck when it comes to tagging people So... oh well?
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pcktsprgrl · 6 years
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Coronation Of A Flame Part 8
Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4 NSFW  Part 4 Edited  Part 5   Part 6  Part 7
Fandom: The Royal Romance
Pairings: Hana X MC(Riley)
Authors Notes:  Chapter 8 or the Epilogue! Another big thank you to everyone who has read/liked/reblogged/commented on this fic. It means so much to have people enjoying my writing. This chapter might be a tiny bit self indulgent, but here it is!
Enjoy ~PSG
Rating: I guess general?
Publish Date: 3/2/18
Chap 8:  Forever (Epilogue)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. Maybe MC's parents since I don't think they ever made an appearance in pixelberry's story(yet)?
It took less than a month for the courts to rule against Olivia's aunt. Olivia cringed as the judge passed down the sentence, guilty of treason and life imprisonment. “I am trully alone now.” Olivia whispered.
You place your hand on her hand and she looks at you in surprise. “You're not alone, though.” you smile softly at her and she just blinks at you in surprise.
“Yeah you got all of us!” Maxwell adds excitedly with his best smile.
“Heaven help me..” Olivia rolls her eyes and tries to scowl but can't surpress the smile on her face. She stands and starts towards the back of the courthouse where Liam and a dozen royal guards wait to escort all of you past the press. Liam smiles and offers her his arm which she gladly accepts.
As the doors open the bulbs flash and the sound of every person in the press vying for attention over the others is nearly deafening. Olivia simply schools her features and walks chin held high past them all. You can't help but grin at her.
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6 months later....
Eee you squeal in joy and rush down the stairs of your duchy much faster than your feet could carry you. "They're here!" you shout to no one inparticular as you half trip to a stop at the front of the door. Flinging it open to find your parents gaping at your new home. You leap at them gathering them in a tight embrace. "Oh hey there sweetie!" your mom responds wrapping both arms around you. You breath in her scent and a thousand childhood memories come flooding back. "Hey there Peanut." your dad smiles patting your back lovingly. "Daaaad" you say faking exasperation with an exaggerated eyeroll. " you pull back and stare at them lovingly. " I've missed you guys." You dad fakes clearing his throat and you and your mom exchange a knowing glance. You both have long since figured out its his way of choking back tears. "Sooo this is your new place huh?" he exclaims eyes wide as he whistles. "Your mother and I may just quit our jobs and move here with you."
"There's plenty of rooms." a voice startles you and you spin to see Hana standing timidly a few feet away. You smile and reach your hand to her. "It's good to see you again, Mr and Mrs Abel." Your mom smiles brightly at her. "Great seeing you again too, but maybe call me mom? We are about to be family." A blush creeps up Hana's cheeks but she smiles and nods. ~~~~~ Its a week before the wedding and no word has come from Hana's parents. She doesn't say anything but you can see the hurt in her eyes. You chew the inside of your cheek as you listen to her playing the piano tiredly. She stops when she notices you in the doorway and she blushes.
“I love hearing you play. ” you whisper and glance down at your hands. She smiles and pats the bench beside her and you walk over.
“Was that a new piece?” you inquire.
“Sort of.” she comments then begins playing something soft and gentle and you sigh as you lean against her shoulder and close your eyes. Letting the feeling of the music and her body warmth overtake you. Your eyes pop open when the tune goes from some classic song you can't place to a tune you'd know anywhere.
“If the song I play to you. Could fill your heart with joy. I'd play forever” she starts quietly singing while playing, changing the words slightly. You raise your head and smile at her as she continues.
“I asked the sky just what we had. It showed forever.” she keeps playing but bites her lip trying to remember the rest of the words.
“If every word I said could make you laugh... I'd talk forever..” you sing while looking at her and she glances at you out of the corner of her eye. She stops playing her hands resting her fingers on the keys.
“Was my singing that bad?” you try to joke but when she looks at you, your face falls.
“I know I shouldn't but..I..wish..” her voice trails off and you take one of her hands.
“You absolutely should want to. In fact you deserve that much, Hana.” she looks at you in surprise.
“Your parents, right?” you raise your eyebrows. She glances at your intertwined fingers and runs her thumb over your knuckles.
“They weren't always.” she sighs deeply. “I mean I didn't always view them...”  she sighs again and runs her free hand over her face and through her hair.  “I guess none of that is completely true. But I just wish for once thay'd be happy for me, and support what I want. Everything I did because they wanted me to. I wish they'd accept how happy I am, and the woman I love.” She frowns.
You run your thumb over her cheeks wiping at tears. “I know. I remember when I first told my parents.” you chuckle then clear your throat awkwardly. “I'm sorry I can't give you what your parents wanted.” you retract your hand suddenly insecure.
Hana's chin falls. “But you're what I want..and they need to accept that.”
~~~~ You and your friends are all gathered in the great hall having lunch when a few guards come in. "More guests have arrived." they announce and you glance at everyone. "Send them in." you command as all eyes are on the door Hana's parents come into view. She starts to smile but it falls and she bites nervously at her lip. You stand and make your way towards them. Extending your hand and smiling warmly. "Mr and Mrs Lee, welcome." they both bow to you. "Your Grace. " their greetings are stiff and formal. Hana makes her way over and stands slightly behind you, her gaze on the floor. "Welcome to my," you stop for a moment taking Hana's hand, "...our home." she smiles at you. "It is quite lovely." Mrs Lee remarks. "We were just having lunch would you care to join?" you inquire. "Oh no, we couldn't impose. Besides," Mr Lee stops clearing his throat. "We really should get to our hotel." he trails off studying Hana who is looking at your intertwined fingers. "Nonsense! Have a seat and there's plenty of room here." you smile. Mr and Mrs Lee share a stunned look but nod in agreement. You start back to the table when you feel a small pull and notice Mr Lee has taken Hana by the arm. The guards step forward aggressively as fire tingles at the finger tips of your free hand. "I really must insist on borrowing my daughter." Mr Lee starts commandingly then his eyes widen as he notices the fire. "Please?" Mr Lee asks almost timidly. Hana's mouth falls open and she nods at you. You kiss her cheek and rejoin your friends.
°°°°Hana's pov°°°°
You stand there looking at the floor slightly glancing at your parents. "I suppose there's no way to convince you to give up this nonsense amd come home?" You scowl and your head shoots up. "Nonsense!?" you practically shout and the guards step forward. Your parents seem taken aback by your outburst so you use the opportunity to continue. "So my happiness is nonsense? I thought you wanted status? I am marrying a Duchess, or have you forgotten?" you cock your head to the side and place your hands on your hips. "Come now Hana this is quite out of proportion." your father says stiffly. "Neville was a perfectly nice young man." your mother adds softly. You scoff. "Nice for you maybe. But nothing I want matters, right? I did everything and still I wasn't good enough." you sigh taking a deep breath. "Riley has opened our home to you, I want you at my wedding but I won't have you ruining it. I love Riley and she makes me happy." you voice trails off as your parents gawk at you, you feel suddenly small and exposed. Your parents glance at each other then sigh. "Oh, very well. I guess she is technically royalty now." °°°Riley's Pov°°°° Sevral long stressful minutes later Hana rejoins you at your side while Mr and Mrs Lee take the spaces you hand arranged for them. You look at her questioningly but she just smiles at you.
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Its the day of the wedding and you stand nervously in front of your family and friends. You shift from foot to foot. "Maybe she ran off?" Drake leans forward from his spot behind you and smirks. You scowl and elbow him. Your dad just shakes his head and pats your arm encouragingly. You look up at the crystal blue sky and breath in deep. Glancing at Liam who stands ready to perform the ceremony. The music starts and everyone's attention goes to the back of the gardens. Your breath hitches as you see Hana slowly making her way down the aisle toward you. She's dressed all in white with a veil covering most of her face the bouquet is purple and green flowers with babies breath. Hana's father walks stiffly beside her but she just seems to glide towards you. With them standing right in front of you, you cant help the excited giddy feeling. Hana's dad lifts her veil kissing her cheek then placing her hand in yours as he does so your dad reaches forward cupping his hand underneath. "Who gives these women?" Liam asks. Your dad and Hana's take their turns stating that they do and your dad squeezes your shoulder and smiles softly at you before taking his place next to your mom. You turn your attention back to Hana and she's beaming at you. You blink rapidly to avoid the tears. Liam smiles fondly at you both before continuing. "I understand you both have prepared something?" You both nod wordlessly. "The rings please?" you turn and retrieve your ring from Maxwell. Sliding it slowly onto Hana's finger. "I.." you begin then clear your throat. "I came here not really sure what to expect.. That's good because I never in my wildest dreams would've expected you. It scared me at first but you quickly became my world, and now I can't imagine my life without you. I'm not very good with words but I promise that I will always be there and you will always be everything to me." Hana smiles at you as tears form behind her eyes. She reaches to get the ring from Olivia then turns to slide it on your finger. Her hands tremble slightly. "You made me feel special and important like I never thought possible. We found each other under strange circumstances and despite my best efforts not to, I fell for you. I wouldn't trade a minute of anything with you. I feel like I've loved you before and I know I will love you forever." you stare in each other's eyes you reach out to cup her cheek. "By my power as king of Cordonia I now pronounce you uh wife and wife? You may kiss your bride."
You stare at her for a long moment before slowly taking her into your arms and kissing her softly. Your friends cheer and clap enthusiastically, as you rest your forwards together and both of you begin to laugh.
You smile at her and take her hand as you both run down the aisle amidst a shower of bubbles and make your way to the carriage. Hana turns and flings the bouquet over her head. It lands directly in the arms of Olivia.
The driver clicks his tongue and the carriage learches forward. You produce a scroll from under the seat. Clearing your throat you hand the scroll to Hana. "Since Im not good with words I wrote this poem out I heard one time. I was pretty good at calligraphy once upon a time.." You bite your lip nervously as she smiles unrolls it, reading outloud. 'Equal to a god, that person seems to me. That is, whoever sits across from you, so close, savouring your sweet voice... and your thrilling laugh, that makes my heart reel inside my breast. For when I look at you, even for an instant, speech becomes impossible. words desert me, my tongue broken, as a swift, subtle flame spreads throughout my skin. My eyes are blinded, roaring fills my ears, cold sweat cascades over me, and trembling assaults me. I am greener than the grass, and in my desperation, I seem to have come to the very threshold of Death. For I am dying, of such love. But still I must endure all of this...' She swallows, her voice shaky and tears slowly roll down her cheeks. "I.. Didn't get you anything." she whispers softly.
"Oh, yes you did." you smile and take her into your arms kissing her once more. ~~~
Well that’s the end! But who knows when the next assassins will pop up and The Flame will be needed again? 
The poem is by Sappho Translated by Alexiares
The Song is called Forever by Jessie and The Rippers
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applespotnews-blog · 7 years
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The ascent and fall of AMD: How an underdog adhered it to Intel Keep in mind when AMD could rival Intel in both speed and price?.
On June 10, 2000, Advanced Micro Devices (AMD) needed to gathering—and gathering enormous. The organization's CEO, Jerry Sanders, masterminded to lease the whole San Jose Arena (now called the HP Pavilion) and afterward paid truckloads of money to get Faith Hill and Tim McGraw, the couple down home music whizzes.
Workers "could present to anyone, your significant other, your children, your companions—it was enormous doings. There were festivities, endowments and honors," reviewed Fran Barton, who filled in as AMD's CFO from 1998 to 2001. The supervisor even got in on the good times. "[Sanders] was on a high wire, he did a unicycle ride. It was absolutely Hollywood. He could truly put on a show when he needed to put on a show."
Furthermore, why not celebrate in style? AMD's fruitful Athlon chips—Ars named the Athlon its "CPU of the Year" in 1999—had at last put the screws to archrival Intel, and in 2000 the organization earned almost $1 billion in benefits.
By 2005, years of strong chip outline and mechanical execution had the organization strolling with a swagger, as found in promoting stunts which tested Intel's then-present server processors to a "double center duel." Nowhere was this state of mind more obvious than AMD's 2005 claim against Intel for hostile to focused business hones.
Cynics didn't think the great circumstances could last. "I rode through a couple of such cycles and can review the pinnacle of wanton abundance and amazing scene in 2000 when AMD's then artist CEO, Jerry Sanders, clad in tight cowhide pants, shirt aired out to the midriff, slid to the phase of the HP Pavilion in a careful selector and reported that AMD's stock would take off to over $100 per share and that another [chip creation plant] would be inherent Austin," reviewed Bill Bushnell, a general population veteran programming engineer at AMD, in an email to Ars. "Neither happened."
AMD has been on a striking drop for about 10 years now. To understate the obvious, 2012 was an unpleasant year: AMD lost over $1 billion, adequately wiping out its $471 million benefit in 2010 and its $491 million benefit in 2011—its two most productive years in the most recent decade. In the course of the most recent 15 years, AMD has maintained a net loss of almost $7 billion, and the organization has been downsized by FICO score offices, consumed by lower interest for PCs (and subsequently, for its items), and even called "un-investable" by one Wall Street expert.
A month ago, the organization even sold (and afterward rented back) its corporate base camp in Austin, Texas for $164 million as an approach to make some brisk money. Following quite a while of specialized lurches, Intel now runs hovers around AMD in desktop, portable PC, and server CPUs, while newcomers like Qualcomm, Samsung, and Nvidia have utilized their low-control ARM chips to close AMD out of the expanding cell phone and tablet markets. What's more, faultfinders charge that the organization still has central auxiliary issues that go past specialized stumbles.
"There's no control on spending—even now, one of the issues is whether you investigate the pay structure," said Atiq Raza, the organization's previous president, boss specialized officer, and head working officer, in a discussion with Ars. "[AMD is] a sinking ship, in a general sense. I truly am sad for [current CEO Rory Read]. He's a well meaning individual however the ship has a tremendous opening in it. That $164 million will go in the blink of an eye."
Raza calls the organization's decrease "one of the immense bobbled chances of our time." How did AMD go from the best time frame in its history to one of its bleakest—and does the organization have a battling chance going ahead?
"I couldn't come up short"
At the point when Jerry Sanders was 18, he was beaten in a road battle by individuals who left him oblivious in a waste can. "They cracked my skull, broke my nose—that is the reason you're shooting from the left," Sanders revealed to Daniel Marrow of Computerworld (PDF) in 2000. "So my nose is not more screwy than typical, ribs—I mean only a fiasco. Furthermore, they exited me to bite the dust. They truly left me to bite the dust."
In any case, following three days in a state of extreme lethargy, Sanders revitalized.
"I once said 'I can kick the bucket, however I can't come up short'," he told the San Francisco Chronicle for a profile. "What I implied was, I was continually going to give it my everything. I couldn't come up short, since disappointment wasn't an alternative. I would bite the dust before I'd come up short."
Sanders went to work for Motorola and Fairchild Semiconductor, yet he didn't work yearn for others. He opened AMD for business on May 1, 1969—when he was only 33 years of age. He immediately established a notoriety for being insubordinate and conspicuous, and he kept a notice in his office which read, "Yea, however I stroll through the valley of the shadow of death, I should fear no insidious—for I am the meanest offspring of the devil in the valley."
"He's a blend between Don Quixote and Indiana Jones," previous CFO Barton stated, "a swashbuckling visionary, not hesitant to tilt at windmills and dream the unimaginable dream. His entire profession, his unimaginable dream was to fight Intel. What's more, he combat hard for quite a long time."
AMD started life as a moment source provider for organizations utilizing Intel processors. Organizations like IBM would not like to depend entirely on Intel for one of the essential segments in their PCs, so they authorized AMD to deliver renditions of processors like the 8088 and 80286. While these CPUs were fabricated by AMD (and, at times, AMD was really ready to clock the CPUs higher than their Intel partners), practically everything about their outlines originated from Intel.
Starting with Intel's 80386 in 1985, Intel quit giving AMD access to its plans. AMD needed to fashion its own particular manner, soon creating 386 and later 486 CPUs that were basically figured out renditions of Intel's parts.
In 1990, a Merrill Lynch investigator called AMD "dead," to a great extent in light of the time expected to figure out the chips, only one of ordinarily an examiner would say this in regards to the organization. Intel's 386 was discharged in 1985, for example, yet AMD's didn't show up until 1991; Intel's 486 was out in 1989, while AMD's wasn't available until 1993. The expanded intricacy of Intel's CPUs made the figuring out process more troublesome: Intel's 486 had 1.18 million transistors, and the first Intel Pentium chip had 3.1 million in 1993. The Pentium line rapidly developed more intricate, prompting the 5.5 million transistor Pentium Pro in 1995 and the 7.5 million transistor Pentium II in 1997. Contrasted with the 134,000 transistors in the 286, these were gigantically troublesome chips to reproduce, and however AMD sold a huge number of its renditions through forceful valuing, the technique wasn't feasible in the long term.Rolling their own
To remain aggressive, AMD made its first unique x86 outline, a Pentium-equal called the K5. This CPU was generally similar to the Pentium's execution, however it came to advertise in 1996, a year after the Pentium Pro.
A modest Silicon Valley organization named NexGen, in the mean time, was doing what AMD proved unable: bringing on Intel with a generally miniscule group of only 60 engineers and a touch of subsidizing from IBM. The organization was going by Atiq Raza, a splendid Pakistani architect taught in the United Kingdom and the United States, who had landed in the US in 1979 with just $3,000 in real money to his name. (By 2009, Raza put his Palo Alto domain available to be purchased at $24 million; he wound up not offering it.) Raza needed to go up against Intel, as well, however he realized that he couldn't do it at NexGen's present size.
Microsoft CEO Bill Gates demonstrated an enthusiasm for NexGen and had a 45-minute meeting with Raza that extended into a four-hour supper. Doors recommended that Raza address Sanders since AMD claimed a chip fab however required a superior item to work in it. Raza said he might want to chat with Sanders yet said he didn't know how to achieve the AMD CEO, significantly less inspire him to focus.
"The first occasion when I was acquainted with Jerry Sanders, he didn't delay sufficiently long to hear my name—he continued calling me Raja," Raza told Ars. "He did that constant for 45 minutes revealing to me how AMD will pound me. I remained there with a grin all over, however how would I speak with such a man? Charge stated, 'Jerry ought not be disparaged—he has three qualities: he's keen, he's greatly self important, and he's totally arbitrary.'"
Doors gotten the telephone.
"Without Bill deciding, we would not have had that energy," Raza admitted.AMD bought NexGen in 1995 for $615 million. Raza moved toward becoming president and head working officer of AMD and was broadly seen to be Sanders' possible successor—as per the Wall Street Journal, Sanders even named Raza "the Michael Jordan of chip plan." AMD additionally gotten NexGen's in-advance CPU, the Nx686. After a few troubles adjusting the plan for assembling in AMD's offices (instead of the IBM manufacturing plants for which it had been composed), AMD in 1997 delivered a CPU that was focused with Intel's Pentium II however which could be embedded into the then-pervasive Socket 7 motherboards utilized by the first Pentium, considering simple set up overhauls.
This CPU was known as the K6, and denoted a defining moment for AMD—it could rival Intel in both speed and cost.
"The Pentium MMX is currently a totally out of date CPU!" fan site Tom's Hardware broadcasted in April 1997. "The K6 233 will be evaluated lower than the Pentium MMX 200 and it's quicker than this CPU in practically every regard... The K6 is quicker than any present CPU under Windows 95 and will most likely be similarly as quick as the Pentium II at a similar clock speed."
The K6 later transformed into the K6-2, which appeared a year later, and after that the K6-III, which gone on for the heft of 1999. While those moves may have looked clear to the general population, things weren't so smooth off camera.
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3AM Drive - Thru (JJK x You x The8/Minghao) // FINAL
MASTERLIST
Jungkook kneeled down on one knee, one hand holding hers and another one holding open a small ring box.
“I dont want to ever lose you again. I dont ever want to feel regret for letting you walk out from my life again. Song Y/N, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, showering you with the love that you deserve. Will you marry me?”
With streaming tears, Y/N smiles.
Minghao quickly turns away from what he saw. It seems his one mistake will haunt him forever. It costd him to lose the love of his life.
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[Y/N♡] : 2.37pm I’m sorry. I need time.
That was the last message Minghao received from Y/N. He was devastated. He cant figure out what she meant by that. Did he really just let her slipped from his grasp?
Y/N is his one true love. He’s sure about it. She is his strength and weakness. His inspiration and motivation. His happiness and sadness. She is his everything. She was there when he was struggling as a trainee, the most difficult time in his life, and she was there through out his hard work, sacrifices and success. He shares every important moment of his life with her and he wants to keep doing so with her in the future.
Minghao decides to respect her decision and patiently just wait for the day she will come home. He still sends her daily good morning and good night texts, although he knows better than to wait for a reply.
What hurts the most is that while he sits patiently at home,  counting every second for her return with a cracked heart, the entertainment news keeps on reporting and posting photos about her and Jeon Jungkook having so much fun in Spain.
With all the different outfits and locations, its easy to see that they must have been meeting up everyday. The fans are speculating that they will be the new IT couple. The beautiful heir and the handsome golden maknae together? That just sounds like a match made in heaven.
Why do they have so much time to spend together anyway? I thought both of them are there for work! Minghao’s thoughts turned bitter.
Even without any contact and the explosion on news about Y/N and Jungkook, Minghao still have faith in her. He knows she wont leave him hanging just like that. She must really just need some time to clear her head. He believes that she cares about him enough to properly end it with him if she really did chose Jungkook. He refuse to believe that the rumors about her and Jungkook are more that just that, rumors.
Every single day felt like there’s a dark cloud hanging over Minghao’s head. He dont think he can ever be happy again until Y/N returns. It doesnt help that he also misses like crazy too.
As always, while discussing their schedule for the next month, Minghao’s mind drifted off to Y/N, until something finally catches his interest. One of the Song’s empire company is launching a new awards ceremony. It is said to be a prestigious yearly awards if the first year goes successfully. Everyone who has a name in the music industry is invited to the launching event and attending, of course, this is expected from the Song empire, who is known for throwing successful and incredible events. Every other idol groups and musician in the country will be there, including his group.
But unlike his group mates who is excited to be listed as a part of the guest list, the best part for Minghao is that  Y/N will be attending. Her trip will be cut short and she will be back in the country a day before the event, which meant Minghao can finally see her, althoughylt it would be during the event and not even a day earlier. Its fine with him. It doesnt matter, as long as she’s right in front of his eyes.
When he gets her this time, Minghao promise himself that he wont ever let her go again. She’s going to be stuck with him forever.
Days seems to crawl too slowly for Minghao’s liking, and after a long suffering wait, the day of the launching arrived. He and the rest of Seventeen are dressed to the nines. After all, this is the event of the year. The place to make connections, to meet influential people, to meet everybody who is a somebody. But to Minghao, its the day to get the love of his life back.
He first saw her when Y/N’s father gave his opening speech. She came down from the spiriling staircase at the back, floating in her dress. Minghao’s heart starts to beat so fast, it almost burst inside his chest.
“Calm down. You are sweating,” Vernon whisper in his ear and swiftly passed him a tissue. By now, the each and every one of his brothers in Seventeen already knows about his love story with Y/N thanks to Mingyu and his big mouth. Well, if you can call it a love story. Minghao was criticized left and right for pushing Y/N away. They call him stupid, dumb, trying to br a hero and all sorts of things, you just name it, for not immediately accepting Y/N and asks her to ‘figure out’ her feelings first.
“Stupid. If you didnt try to be the nice guy, you could be cuddling with her right now. Doing things that we definitely didnt want to see,” this one comes from Jeonghan.
“Yeah, you are lucky she didnt straight away leave your stupid ass and went for Jungkook. I dont know why she’s still waiting for you,” and that’s from S.Coups.
“And you go pull that dumb shit getting drunk and making out with other girls. Its amazing how she still wants to talk to you,” and that is of course, from the ever good looking visual dream tree that he called best friend, Mingyu.
“Yeah, yeah, I know what I did is stupid okay? I know I’m an idiot, a dummy amd everything else that is stupid. That’s why I’m getting her back, no matter what,” was all Minghao can say to defend himself. He really hopes his stupidity wont ruin the greatest relationship he ever had for him.
Through out the main event, Minghao cant keep his eyes off Y/N who’s sitting on the stage. He’s waiting until he is able to go and talk to her. It also irritates him when he sees her smiling to someone in the crowd, and when he peeks to see who’s the lucky person is, of course its Jeon freaking Jungkook, all front and center with his BTS brothers and grinning so wide, Minghao thought his jaw would break, showing his oh so called adorable bunny smile.
What does he have to be smiling about anyway? That’s my girl! Minghao huffed. Although he cherished his friendship with Jungkook, sometimes he just cant stand his cockiness, especially when it involves Y/N.
Once the main event is done and the award show is officially launch, all the guests are free to roam around and mingle. Minghao tried to find Y/N, through the heavy crowd of people laughing, greeting each other. And everytime he finally sees her and is about to make his way to her, someone will stop him and his members. Minghao will plaster on a smile, say his greetings, nod here and there, not even listening, wishing they could just hurry up.
He finally saw a chance when he managed to make eye contact with Y/N. Y/N who seems to also want to talk to him makes her way to him. Minghao cant help but smile. God, I love her so much. Luck is really not on his side. Y/N was just a few feet away when he was pull by someone. The girl group member who he had kissed that night. Sadness and hurt immediately flashes in Y/N’s eyes and she straight away walk in the opposite direction before Minghao can stop her. Minghao tried to ignore the girl and catch Y/N instead, the look in her eyes is too much for his cracking heart to bare, but the grip on his arms got tighter.
“Hey,”
“Hey,” Minghao has no choice but to talk to her now. He turns over to face her, hoping she would say what she need to say so he can get a move on.
“Listen,” she scratch her neck, looking nervous. “I’m sorry about the other night. I didnt know that I would get that drunk and that a reporter would follow us,” she managed to stutter out. Minghao knows she’s scared and absolutely nervous. She is young and new in the industry. To be known as someone who makes out and drunk partied with a senior in the industry even before you officially debuted is not a good idea.
“Its fine,��� Minghao replied, short and to the point. He really dont care about her or what happened. He doesnt care what the public thinks of him as long as Y/N believes him. He really just want to get away from her and find Y/N right now.
“The company has sort out the rumor and its all good now. But I just want to say sorry. I just newly debuted and its highly unprofessional of me to act that way. Especially with a sunbae,” she bowed, ashamed and Minghao can see that she’s truly apologetic.
“Its really fine. Its over anyway. I really got to go. We will catch up later okay,” Minghao didnt mean to be rude, and he really meant what he said. The rumor is over and he had no qualms about it. In fact, after everything is said and done, he would still like to maintain a friendship with the girl group. They are nice people and a nice hoobae after all. Minghao didnt wait for her to reply and rush off to find Y/N.
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Y/N took a deep long breath and let it go. She was hoping to talk to Minghao today. She really misses him. Really really misses him. Sometimes when she sits alone in her hotel room after her day exploring the city with Jungkook, her mind will drift off back to Minghao. Everything about him just did something to her heart. His passion for dance, his obsession with style, which he always makes her spend hours with him shopping just to find the right jacket to complete his outfit, his savageness, the way he showed his love and care for her in a not at all cheesy way, everything. Y/N sighs. She had tried to clear her mind by asking for some space and time. But the moment she saw the smile he gave her when they finally made eye contact, it immediately melts her heart and she just really want to grab him and just talk to him about everything so that they can finally try move forward and finally be together.
Spending her time with Jungkook in Spain is great. She had so much fun, it feels just like what it use to be before everything had happened. Jungkook is still the same. Just like the same guy she had felt in love with years ago. Just like her once best friend.She can even admit that sometimes whe he flash her that familiar bunny snile or when he held her hands when they were crossing the road, she felt tiny butterflies in her stomach. Something that she knows she shouldnt have.
But however sweet Jungkook is, no matter how hard he tries to act like the perfect boyfriend, she still cant get Minghao out of her mind, and she knows right then that her heart is set on him.
I’m inlove with Xu Minghao.
But seeing him with the same girl he had kissed at the party talking earlier did something to her heart. Will she really be able to truly forgive him? Will she able to trust him again? How can they be in a relationshio is she dont trust him, right?
But you forgave Jungkook didnt you? What he did is way worse.
But at least Jungkook didnt cheat on you while you were still together.
But is Minghao and I even together?
Y/N’s inner thoughts keep debating against each other. She’s really confused and with Jungkook suddenly back in her life, acting all nice and sweet, calling and texting and meeting with her almost everyday, it just make things even more complicated. But Jungkook did make her happy when her heart is thoroughly broken this time and she did very much enjoy her time with him.
Maybe Jungkook is really the one for me… maybe after everything, the one I’m meant to be with is Jeon Jungkook.
“Hey, what are you doing here alone outside? Its your party you know,” a familiar voice interrupted her thoughts. She looks up and a smile immediately appeared on her lips.
“Hey Jungkook, what are you doing here? Shouldnt you be mingling or something? There’s a lot of opportunities for movie castings and CF in there,” she pointed her fingers toward the party. “You are a part of the most hottest group right now,” she teased.
Jungkook laugh at that and took a seat besides her on the park bench. “Nah. You know partying is not really my thing. Besides, I will leave that to Tae-hyung, Jin hyung and Namjoon hyung. They are good at it and meeting and making new friends is their forte anyway,”
“Two years later, an incredibly well known world star but you are still just the same boy I know Jungkook. Akward and shy around new people,” Y/N laughs. Jungkook joins her laughter.
“I’ve never change Y/N. I make mistakes, yes, but I’m still me,” Jungkook turn to look at Y/N. His gaze turned serious. His heart is beating so fast at the familiarity that he’s seeing. Y/N under the stars, Y/N laughing wirh him, Y/N discussing about life and where they stand with him. Right in this moment, he wishes nothing more than to turn back time to when Y/N is still his. He wishes nothing more than to erase the stupid mistake of breaking her heart and letting her go, just for the sake of chasing his dreams. He should have known that Y/N will be the one who will keep running by his side when he’s chasing it. Y/N turned her gaze away from Jungkook deep stare.
“Its nice isnt it? Looking at the stars? We used to do it all the time, remember? Spilling secrets and talking about our dreams. Who knew we are already living it now,” Y/N looked up to the sky, analyzing the cluster of stars decorating the dark sky. They use to do this when they were younger. Sneaking out after curfews to the rooftop. Sharing their dreams and making promises to chase after it together. Jungkook’s heart ache when he remembers the memories and how he had been the one who ruined it all.
“Yes… we really made it Y/N. I’ve become an idol that I had always wanted to be and you finally found your courage to be who you really are, a smart and incredible heir to the Song empire,” Jungkook smile, thinking about what a long way Y/N had gone through and how he is incredibly proud of her. He just wished he had been there for her through her journey. But he didnt, and Minghao did. “But this is not the dream that matters Y/N. It never did. I was just blinded by the fake shining plastic of this dream that I didnt see the real sparkling diamond,” Jungkook’s voice is so soft that Y/N turned to him. He is staring at her with a serious look in his eyes.
“You are the dream that should have mattered the most Y/N. You are the sparkling diamond that I should have been chasing, something that shines so bright it never fails to light up my gloomy life,” Jungkook held one of her hands. “Growing old with you. Making new memories with you. Having you by my side until I’m old and grey…”
Jungkook kneeled down on one knee, one hand still holding hers and another one holding open a small ring box.
“Jungkook… wh…what are you doing?” Y/N is startled. He’s not doing what she thinks he’s doing right? She knows they have spend a lot of time together lately, and old feelings might be rekindled, but she is just still as shocked.
“I dont want to ever lose you again. I dont ever want to feel the regret of letting you walk out from my life ever again. Song Y/N, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, erasing all the stupid mistakes that i have done to you, showering you with the love that you really deserve. Will you marry me?”
Y/N was speechless. Shocked, touched, suprised. She’s feeling everything at once right now.
“You dont have to marry me right now Y/N. You can take all the time you need. It can even be in the next 10 years and I will still be waiting. I’m asking you to be mine. To promise that one day we will be together forever,” Jungkook gave her another bunny smile that she loves so much. “I know I made mistakes. And there’s nothing I hate and regret more than the moment I hurt you. I love you so much.You are the only one for me. The one I want to share my dreams, my success, my whole being with. I, Jeon Jungkook, promise to be yours and forever will be at your beck and call. Everything that I am, everything that I have is yours. I love you Song Y/N. Please say yes,”
With tears running heavily down her cheeks, Y/N smiles.
Minghao quickly turns away from what he saw. He had searched for Y/N everywhere and finally found her at the back garden. But she’s not alone. In fact she’s with Jeon Jungkook, who is down on his knees with a ring in his palms. The moment Minghao saw Y/N smiles after the sweetest proposal he had ever heard, he realizes what that means. It seems that his one mistake will haunt him forever. It costs him to lose the love of his life.
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Minghao quickly bid goodbye to his members and told his manager that he’s going for a walk. He ended up sitting in a lone bench somewhere even he himself is not sure. His body is numb, hell, even his mind is numb. He doesnt even know how long he’s been sitting therr, staring into nothingness. He dont think he can ever recover this heartbreak.
“I’ll buy you chicken nuggets, as long as I can share the fries,”
Minghao snapped out from his dazed and turned around so fast that he might get a whiplash. Minghao thought he was hallucinating when he sees Y/N standing there, wind blowing in her oerfectly coiffed hair, holding brown paperbags which he assumes contains the said chicken nuggets and fries, smiling ever so brightly. Tears are still evident in her puffy red eyes.
Why is she here? Is she here to tell me that she finally chose Jungkook?
Minghao immediately walks up to her. If this is the last moment that he can have with her, he’s going to make it count. He cant help but teared up, looking at this beautiful girl that he loves with all his heart but now belongs to someone else.
“Did you know, by saying yes to that question two years ago to a total stranger in a McDonald’s at 3 freaking am, my life changed forever?” Y/N stepped closer, her smile got bigger.
“Y/N… you dont have to tell me. I already know tha-
“You dont know anything,” Y/N cut him off and take another small step towards him. “I love you Xu Minghao. You’re the one. Its has always been you,”
Y/N close their gap and placed her lips on his before Minghao can register what is happening and what she had said. Feeling her lips on his, Minghao, who is still wandering if this is reality or just some bad dream that he will eventually wake up from, kisses her back, putting all the love, longing, desire that he has for her in their very first kiss.
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Jungkook slide down on the garden bench after Y/N left, staring at the ring he had picked out so carefully for her.
“I love you Song Y/N. Please say yes,”
With tears running heavily down her cheeks, Y/N smiles.
She slowly kneels down to Jungkook’s height and grabbed both of his hands.
“You know you will always be my first love. Everything you said sound like a dream. A dream that up until now, I know I wont be able to turn into reality. But I’m sorry Jungkook. I cant,” she sniffled. Jungkook just look at her, not knowing what to say. His heart is starting to break, piece by piece. He can feel it. “Two years ago, I would say yes in a heart beat. You were my dream, my future, Jungkook. You are everything I’ve ever wanted. I would have given up everything just to be Jeon Y/N. But all that has changed now. My heart has been thrown around, stabbed, burned, stepped on, cracked and broken to million tiny pieces. I never thought it can ever be whole again. But someone did managed to save it, slowly he pieced it back together again, and now it just refused to belong to anyone else but him,” Y/N blinked and more tears started to fall. Jeon Jungkook has always been her dream, her future, someone she wanted to be with until the rest of days, and right now saying no to him is also breaking her own heart. But her heart knows what it wants, and its not Jungkook.
“It’s Minghao isnt it?”
“I’m sorry Jungkook,” was all she wss able to say before she gave him a peck on his cheek and run towards the shadow she saw that must have overseen them.
Jungkook snapped the ring box close and shoved it back in his pockets. He let out a deep sigh and finally let all the tears he held inside roll out.
It’s okay Y/N. I’m happy you found someone who will love you as you deserved to be love.I’m happy he is able to save your heart.
Be happy, my love. I will always love you
And there, late at night, in the middle of a prestigious party, sat a well known man, loved by millions of his fans, alone on a garden bench, crying his heart out for the lost of the love of his life.
************** Epilogue up next!
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