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nightmarist · 11 months

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WIP Wedneasday ! tagged by @transprincecaspian !

Thanks <3<3

I've not written anything today, I have to finish my commission, but here's a snippet from yesterday:

She had asked for him to the Rookery, where he found her on her knees, hands clasped as she prayed to herself at the shrine of Andraste, lit well with candles.

“…For You are the fire at the heart of the world, and comfort is only Yours to give.”

She sighed quietly as she stood and turned to Dirthadin as though she had known he was there. She likely did.

“Thank you for coming.” She walked past him to her table and picked up a rune that sat on her desk. Dirthadin pondered it. Instead of a faint blue, however, it appeared to emanate a menacing red.

“Is that from the puzzle chest we uncovered?”

“Yes, and no. It is the same style, but it is a new enchantment Dagna created. We have gathered Red Lyrium shards for her to work with. Thanks to Varric and one of his contacts, we have been able to build a specialized series of vaults to protect anyone who works with it. Dagna has been studying the Red Lyrium for us for quite some time, and we have been careful not to let anyone be exposed for too long, or too often. It has been tedious work, but this is one of the fruits of our labors.”

She showed it to him, the size of her palm, round and smooth, embedded with the veins of Red Lyrium.

“It is surprisingly quite stable. Not that I don’t think Dagna is capable, but Red Lyrium is just so volatile.”

She held it up to him as he laid out his palm for her to drop it in. Heavy, smooth, and cool to touch, exactly like a normal stone, but Dirthadin could feel the Lyrium inside of it sing to him, tug at his very veins, pluck his tendons like harp strings.

“Do you feel it?”

He glanced at her. “Yes. Yes, I do. It feels… Like it wants to take. Like a spider offering a fly a blanket for the night.”

She hummed.

“It absorbs like into itself. It should allow us to dispel the strength of Red Lyrium from the Templars. This is what my contacts had told me about, and what you have been training for.”

His chest ached as if he were holding his own heart in his hands.

“We have also been recreating the original runes. Some of our Templars suffer withdrawals from Lyrium. Cullen told you Templars take it, yes?”

Dirthadin nodded at her, though looked intently on the rune in his hands.

“They may help them ease their pain. We may try to distribute them among some of the former Templars and test the results. Minaeve and Helisma will be conducting further research alongside Dagna – while they specialize in beasts, they are greatly versed in biology and arcano-biology to help study the effects on our people. To make sure we’re doing the right thing.”

“And I am to plant this in the ranks of the Red Templars?”

“Yes. Come, we’ll talk at the War Table. Blackwall and Saarkadan would need to know more about what we will be doing now that Dagna has created these runes for us.”

#imagine instead of forcing templars to take lyrium you can create runes that absorb magic for them to use instead #and not just templars but anyone #protection from magic #and an aid to help circles/colleges protect themselves without the violence of templars #a preventative for forced tranquilization #and perhaps one day with the help of the seekers tranquility will be a training method not a punishment #i think the red templars are too far gone #but a red lyrium rune could help prevent a person from growing further and bring them solace #the iron lung of red lyrium #it doesnt cure.... but it can help

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freaquin · 2 years

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gayest idiots of 2009 award goes to them

#please read solace i worked very hard on it #pyotr defoe #grier zan-sutos #defoe #grier #degrier #art #doodles #huntik #huntik secrets and seekers

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ribbittrobbit · 2 months

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The Litany of Saint Kristen Applebees

St. Kristen Applebees, Prophet of Cassandra, The Seeker of Truth, The Ever-Changing, Patron of the Lonely, Solace of the Forgotten The Resurrected The god-saviour The god-killer

(being catholic means very rigid liturgical structures embedded into your brain, great for poetic reasons)

I am not normal about them at all

#d20 fantasy high #dimension 20 #kristen applebees #fantasy high junior year #fhjy #d20 fanart #cassandra fantasy high #dropout #yeah guys im completely leaning into the inherent exhaustion and desperation and terror #ribbittrobbit #my art #catharsis terror obsession etc etc #d20 spoilers #spoilers #fhjy spoilers

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biology-geology-beaches-india · 2 years

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Aphorism 100. The Philosophy of Tropical Littorals and Seashores. Satyendra Sunkavally.

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frost-queen · 8 months

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Sudden attention (Reader!Potter x Fred Weasley)

Requested by: anon Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22 @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine

Summary: [Order of the Phoenix] Harry and you were each other's solace for many years. When you suddenly get boy attention he can't cope with it. Things tense up when you receive a letter at the Black manor certainly making one specific boy jealous, who is loving you in secret. [part 2 & part 3]

The pages of Hermione’s book fluttered between numbers as a strong wind caught up with it. She sighed loud having just been fast enough to place her finger at the right page she was. Wiping some hair out of her face, she turned all the pages back to hers. You stood up right close to the edge overlooking the Quidditch field where Gryffindor was practicing. – “Maybe you shouldn’t have brought a book outside.” – you pointed out looking over your shoulder to her. Hermione sighed soft shutting her book. – “Maybe you are right.” – she answered placing the book beside her.

She got up from the bench joining you. – “They are almost done with the warm-up.” – you told her as she let her arms rest on the railing. Without asking you told her where she could find Ron. – “He’s right over there.” – you pointed at the three hoops where Ron was waiting patiently in the air for. Hermione gave you a faint smile. You had seen their practices so much you could blindly say who was at what position. Fred and George both beaters were flying around to stretch their arms out. Harry, your brother and seeker overlooking it all.

You received a firm nudge from Hermoine making you look at her. – “Who’s he?” – she motioned with her head to the other side of the hoops. Your gaze went over the field to the other side seeing him sit on his broom. – “Oh that is McLaggen.” – you told her. – “He’s new this year, just like Ron. He’s father is a big man in the ministry. See that broom of his, his dad’s special gift for his entry this year.” – you told her making her frown. – “How do you know all of this?”

You shrugged your shoulders. – “I don’t have much else to do…” – you said to her. You notice the twins flying close to the stands, Fred waving at you. You waved back at him so used to their presence you didn’t think much else of it. The practice started as you focused on the training. A girl was flying towards McLaggen throwing the ball at him. He easily caught it, looking your way as he cheered proudly. You clapped for him just to be nice. Hermione looking all bitter as she wanted Ron to do better than him. Practice went on.

Ron had stopped a score a few times making Hermione lose her mind. Screaming and cheering as loud as she could. McLaggen seemed to look your way much during it. Fred too, but you were used to it. When practice ended were you surprised that McLaggen flew over to you. You barely noticed him, ready to go down when Hermione nudged you. – “Y/n!” – he called out making you turn to him. – “Cormac!” – you called out surprised making him smile. – “You know my name, good.” – he said making you smile sheepishly.

“I…I was wondering if I could dedicate the good practice to you?” – he offered making you frown. – “I hadn’t anything to do with it?” – you responded looking bluntly at Hermoine who pulled her shoulders up. – “You… you did… seeing you cheering gave me the strength I needed.” – he continued making Hermoine snort loud. You shot her a glare to not be so rude. Hermione pressed her lips together, looking away. McLaggen searched his inner pockets for something as Hermione whispered to you she would meet you downstairs on the fields.

You nodded at her as McLaggen pulled out a handkerchief. He patted it against his cheek before handing it out to you. You stared dumbfound at the piece of cloth. – “I want you to have it Y/n.” – he said with a smile. – “You… you want me to have this?” – you pointed out a bit shy while he nodded. You reached your hand out to grab it, not sure why but declining felt rude. Before your fingers could grab it, it got snatched away from his hands a broom flying past as it made you stumble back. McLaggen clenched his teeth, glaring at Fred. Fred held the handkerchief annoyed up.

“Giving your laundry to Y/n, McLaggen?” – Fred laughed out to swallow the bitterness aching inside of him down. – “Give it back Weasley!” – McLaggen bit back bothered. He grabbed at it as Fred moved it higher up. In no time came George and Harry flying over as well. – “That is for Y/n!” – McLaggen said loud. – “This stinky cloth?” – he announced loudly as George laughed loud. Fred held the handkerchief out to you. – “Do you want this Y/n?” – he asked hoping so badly you’d decline it. His expression practically begging you not to for it would pain him to see you accept it.

Fred freaked out letting go of it as it suddenly caught fire. It vaporized in front of him, turning his head to see Harry with his wand out. – “No!” – he simply called out. – “Now get changed McLaggen!” – he ordered. McLaggen puffed loud giving you one last wink before descending. Fred gritted his teeth ready to fly after him and give him a piece of his mind if it wasn’t for his brother stopping him. All three of them descended leaving you speechless. Having no idea what just happened. You went down as well meeting up with Hermione again.

Some moments later came Ron over. – “It was a stupid practice.” – he mumbled out annoyed. Hermione came to his side, shaking her head. – “You are still learning Ron. You did so good. Give it some time and you will be the best.” – she said giving him courage. You narrowed your eyes seeing McLaggen making his way over, yet he got bumped aside by Fred running excitedly over to you. Almost like it was intended. Fred threw his arm around you, turning you away from McLaggen. – “Say Potter how about some Butterbeer to celebrate?” – he ruffled his fingers through your hair.

George and Harry also arrived. Harry poked Fred in the armpit so that he would release his arm from around you. – “Butterbeer sounds great.” – you said with a smile. Harry took you by the elbow pulling you a bit aside from the others while leaving the field. – “Y/n… how well do you even know McLaggen?” – he asked looking over his shoulder. – “Not much really… why?” – you answered not understanding fully the intention of his questions. – “Nothing…” – he mumbled out. You saw Fred look behind him to you, making you smile sweetly back at him.

“It is just…” – Harry continued breaking through your gaze with Fred. – “I was wondering why he was suddenly interested in you. It’s not like he was before. I mean he probably never heard of you before joining the team and to be fair I don’t see in why.” – harry rambled on making you come to a sudden stop. – “Really?” – you called out slapping his hand away. – “I can’t believe you! Someone shows a bit of interest in me and the first thing you do is question it! Not everything has to do with you being the chosen one and them trying to get to you through me!” – you called out furious. – “I just don’t trust him!” – Harry replied loud.

“Give me one good reason?” – you demanded crossing your arms. – “He’s… he’s a guy!” – Harry used as an excuse making you puff loud. – “Unbelievable!” – you muttered walking away from him. – “Y/n! wait! I’m just protecting you from guys like him!” – Harry shouted after you whilst Fred came jogging over with George. – “Where is Y/n going?” – Fred asked looking at you. Harry sighed loud. – “I don’t get it why are boys suddenly interested in her?” – he said loudly.

George glanced over to his brother who avoided eye contact. – “Well she is getting older Harry…” – George spoke to sooth things over. That made Harry panic even more. – “Oh Merlin I can’t take it with these boys…” – his hands desperately in his hair. – “I’m freaking out. Am I freaking out?” – he asked George in a state of panic, grabbing onto his sweater. George nodded grabbing Harry by his wrists to pull his grip off him.

“Calm down Harry, it isn’t the end of the world that boys start to notice your sister. You didn’t think she would be with you forever did you?” – George chuckled out but seeing the concerned look in Harry’s eyes he stopped chuckling. He was absolutely thinking that. George sighed loud wrapping his arm around Harry. – “Don’t worry we’ll make sure McLaggen doesn’t date your sister.” – he looked over his shoulder to Fred throwing him a wink. Fred smiled shyly. The three of them caught up with Hermione and Ron to head to Hogsmeade.

“Y/n come down please!” – you heard come from downstairs. You made your way over to the stairs seeing several other doors open as well. Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Fred, and George popping their head out of their rooms as well. Harry got in motion to go after you. You were already going down the stairs. At the foot of the stairs stood Sirius Black. – “Uhm just Y/n Harry.” – he said waving Harry away. Harry nodded obeying his godfather. With a double feeling he went back upstairs. – “What’s going on?” – Ginny asked in a low voice. Harry shrugged his shoulders.

“It wouldn’t be about last night would it?” – Hermione said scared. – “It was Ginny and I who couldn’t stop giggling at night and Y/n making sure we kept quiet.” – she confessed. – “Oh so that was what I was hearing.” – George laughed out. – “I thought you were keeping pigs in there.” �� he joked receiving a firm nudge from Ginny. – “I can’t let her take the blame for that.” – Hermione said determined making her way to the stairs. Ron quickly grabbed her by the elbow before she could take the first step down.

“Let’s just wait what it is about. What if you wake something up that shouldn’t be woken up.” – he said referring to if Hermione spoiled what happened last night whilst they were supposed to be sleeping, she might infuriate Sirius or rather his mother Molly even more. Hermione sighed defeated letting him pull her back away from the stairs. – “We could always listen?” - Fred suggested as he was curious too. Not a moment later stood they all by the stairs, looking down. An ear on a string getting lowered to overhear the conversation. – “If we get caught.” – Ginny said.

Fred shushed her focusing on lowering the ear just right. Ron holding the other ear in his hand. The moment he could hear noises he shushed everyone. – “I can hear them.” – he said as they all squashed against him to overhear. Downstairs you stood in front of the table, your godfather sitting down with Lupin near him. – “Can you tell me what this is?” – he asked taking out a letter from his pocket. Molly cutting some vegetables at the other end of the table, stopped cutting to look curious your way.

“I’m not sure Godfather, you’ll have to tell me as I have no idea.” – you responded keeping your hands folded behind your back. Sirius placed the letter on the table, sliding it across. – “It’s a letter.” – he stated. – “A letter from a Cormac McLaggen.” – he continued as your eyes widened. – “May I ask who he is and why he sends you a letter?” – Sirius questioned as you were still stunned on the fact that he wrote you a letter.

Upstairs Harry was rioting. Ready to rush downstairs and obliterate the letter. Fred’s hand was shaking with jealousy as he couldn’t steady the ear. – “Keep it steady, I can’t hear them!” – Ron called out. George took over steadying the ear back again in his grip.

“I do not know of any letter Godfather. I certainly never asked him to write me.” – you answered truly not knowing why. – “So who is he?” – Sirius wanted to know, speaking rather rudely. Lupin held his hand out to calm his friend down. Molly stopped cutting her vegetables coming over. Wiping her hands on her apron. – “Isn’t it obvious!” – she called out coming to stand beside you. – “That is a letter from an admirer.” – Molly said placing her hands on your shoulders. Sirius chuckled loud almost mockingly as he snatched his glass from the table.

Molly turned you to her. – “So who is he? Is he handsome? Well mannered? Tell us dear.” – her smile ever so warm. – “No!” – Sirius slammed his fist hard on the table. – “I don’t want to know!” – he called out. Molly rolled her eyes at him. – “She’s not a kid anymore.” – she declared. – “I don’t care, no boys till you are at least 30… or 40!” – Sirius stated making your eyes widen. – “Sirius!” – Molly shouted. – “You are unbelievable!” – Sirius only shrugged his shoulders not caring one bit for it.

“Don’t worry dear, I’ll figure something out.” – she reassured you holding her hand underneath your chin, making you smile warmly at her. You always considered her a mother to you. You eyed the letter on the table, curious as to what it read. You had never gotten so much boy attention you were curious as to what boys in love would write about you.

“Can I read it?” – you asked already moving to take the letter. Sirius slapped his hand down on the letter, stopping you. – “I shall read it first!” – he insisted upon, sliding the letter to him. You watched him open the letter with annoyance. He flipped the letter open, reading out loud. – “My cheerful Y/n.” – he read out loud with a scoff. – “Oh how delightful.” – Molly said to you as Sirius gripped onto the letter tight. His eyes going over the words rapidly, each word agitating him more as he read it in silence. – “Well what does it say?” – Molly questioned as you were waiting patiently too. You jumped out of your skin when loud thumping thundered down the stairs.

“No!” – Fred called out barging into the room. Wand out, the tip of his wand sparked. Moments later the letter evaporated in Sirius’s hands. Out of breath he grabbed you by the shoulders, turning you to him. – “Have you seen it? Read anything from it?” – he panicked frantically as you shook your head rapidly. That made him sigh loud letting his forehead fall against yours. Molly quirking a suspicious brow up. – “Good riddance.” – Sirius said wiping some ashes from the letter off the table.

“Fred what are you doing?” – you called out pushing him a bit off you. – “I…I…I was looking out for you. McLaggen is a toad.” – he said confused about your outburst. You puffed loud, turning your posture away from him. – “As soon as a boy takes interest in me you all go mad!” – you shouted not only referring to him, but Harry and Sirius as well. – “But Y/n…” – Fred said trying to reason with you. You pulled your hand away before he could take it. – “I don’t want your meddling! What is it? Do you think I’m not pretty enough to get attention?” – you scolded shooting a glare at Sirius.

Lupin cleared his throat, looking away. – “No I just…” – Fred interrupted as you rolled your eyes at him. You moved away from him closer to Molly. Molly shook her head at her son as she threw an arm around you. Then looking over her shoulder, she threw him a wink, knowing very well that he fancied you. – “Boys are insane.” – you told Molly as she guided you away. She could only nod with a hum.

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animehideout · 4 months

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Your MBTI, Your Relationship With JJK Characters Part 2.

Read part 1

part 3

part 4

a/n: Currently working on the other requested mbti types, they'll be included in the coming parts ✨.

Thank you @goofbye @wakatsukikanae @zoldyi for requesting INFP, and @lostmymarblesstuff for requesting ISTP. I really really hope you like them though. 😭🫶🏻💖.

INFP:

Choso Kamo = Fiancé

Both of you find solace in each other's arms, you don't need to vocalize your love since your energy alone is capable of conveying the love, admiration and respect you have for each other. He appreciates the idea of becoming a family and building a home together filled with familial warmth. He's also a good listener whenever you vent. You accept each other for who you truly are without faking anything. You are both authentic and genuine. You show your love through acts of service, so he enjoys cooking your cravings for you.

Toji Fushiguro = Enemy

You have no respect for people who lack empathy or compassion, and Toji is one of them. He's vile, hostile and manipulative. He is the complete opposite of you. You have a strong sense of justice, fairness and sensitivity so Toji's actions trigger a strong negative reaction out of you. He is a threat to your values and peace, so you can't help but develop an enmity. He sees you weak for including your emotions so he always tries to change you into his liking or simply provoke you.

Toge Inumaki = Bestfriend

Most of your Hangouts are at home where you sit comfortably enjoying the peaceful quietness. You understand each other's emotions and troubles. He provides a safe space for you to express yourself, he takes your feelings into account and never judges you. He enjoys sitting comfortably while you talk about your dreams and thoughts. You inspire him a lot and he appreciates that you trust him enough to share personal things with him. He makes you feel that it's okay to be different as long as you are true to yourself.

Megumi Fushiguro = roommate.

You respect each other's personal space and that what made you good roommates, living under the same roof peacefully without any obstacles. At first you found difficulty to get into conversations or just hang out together at home; given that both of you are introverts. So you just limited yourself to small chats, but you grew to enjoy each other's presence and chill together. Both of you share similar standards for cleanliness so you divide tasks to keep your shared space tidy. Despite growing closer and more comfortable, the boundaries that both of you had set are still sacred. It is easy to live with Megumi.

ISTP

Toji Fushiguro= Husband.

The powerful duo, a thrill-seekers. Toji is the perfect match for you. You have mutual qualities such as using the power of mind, pursuing financial success and enjoying the spontaneous adventures. You have a healthy marriage life, following a pragmatic and rational approach. He is attracted to your determination and mindset, even after being married for too long he still looks at you with the same admiration and love he has for you since the first time he had laid eyes on you. Flirts a lot with you and drowns you in compliments. Your honeymoon was a thrilling and exciting experience literally risking your lives but you enjoyed every bit of it. You are attracted to his straightforwardness and cleverness also to his teasing and playful side. At some levels he doesn't take life too seriously but instead he faces it with humor and mockery. He is the perfect husband for you.

Yuta Okkotsu = Has a crush on you.

He would find himself uncontrollably attracted and drawn to you. The way you reasonably handle things, issues and conflicts impresses him. He also admires your independence and self-sufficiency, you are mentally strong and intelligent. And despite being introvert and reserved he would be surprised by how quick you can adapt to different situations and how you enjoy the thrill of new experiences and adventures. It leaves him blown away and intrigued by you and without hesitation he would develop a powerful crush.

Nanami Kento = Colleague.

You equally share a mutual respect for each other's skills. Both of you hate working overtime so most of the time you blend your competences to get done early with the work. You have a formal and professional kind of relationship which is task-oriented. Your emotions are put aside while working together. What matters is that you succeed in reaching your goals or solve problems. You are an effective team and can work in harmony.

Maki Zenin = Bestfriend.

You feel comfortable enough around Maki to enjoy engaging with various activities with her. Most of the time you train together. Maki has a strategic planning so she always comes up with interesting plans for both of you to enjoy, on the other hand you are a spontaneous person, so you make life more fun and full of surprises. You make each other even more stronger; both emotionally and physically. You keep each other stable and on track, focusing on your goals. Both of you are independent so you only provide emotional support, words of encouragement and comfort.

This piece of writing is just for fun, also it is imo, so it's not necessarily accurate 🫶🏻

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0-n-1-x · 2 months

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Headcannons <33

Link to the series masterlist <3

Despite his rough exterior, Jason is surprisingly skilled in the kitchen and enjoys cooking elaborate meals for his partner.

Jason is a secret romantic and loves surprising his partner with thoughtful gestures like handwritten notes or surprise date nights.

He's a night owl and often stays up late working on his motorcycle or reading. Usually accompanied by your half-asleep figure

Jason's taste in music is eclectic, ranging from classic rock to indie folk, and he loves sharing his favorite songs with his partner.

Despite his tough exterior, Jason is surprisingly affectionate and loves cuddling up with his partner on lazy Sundays.

He's a bit of a neat freak and can't stand clutter or messiness in the house.

Jason is a skilled handyman and enjoys tackling DIY projects around the house, and you like watching how his arms flex as he works

Jason's favorite movie genre is action-packed thrillers, but he secretly enjoys watching cheesy romantic comedies with his partner.

Jason has a green thumb and loves tending to his garden, finding solace in the quiet moments spent surrounded by nature.

Despite his tough exterior, Jason is surprisingly sentimental and keeps mementos from important moments in his life, like ticket stubs or photos

Jason's favorite holiday is Halloween, and he goes all out with elaborate decorations and costumes.

Jason is definitely a bookworm and loves curling up with a good book, especially mysteries or thrillers. He likes reading you to sleep more though

Jason is a bit of a thrill-seeker and loves adrenaline-pumping activities like skydiving or bungee jumping.

He's a bit of a tech geek and loves tinkering, but not with gadgets and electronics, he loves working/and taking apart cars or bikes and takes over all IKEA projects.

He's 100% a history buff and loves visiting museums or historical sites

Let me know if you want to be added to the series taglist <33

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kou3218 · 1 year

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Commissioned by me, art by the always fantastic: @plastic-pipes

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Lux was back in Democia after having spent several months in Piltover. She had been acting on behalf of the Illuminators as a diplomat. Trying to build bridges with Dempcia and the city of progress. Despite her country’s disdain for magic and all the things associated with it. They needed Piltover on their side should Noxus attempt further expansion. But, unbeknownst to her own country, Luxanna Crownguard was the very thing they despised most of all, a Mage. Ever since she was a teenager, she had done what she could to keep her magic hidden. Only her family had known the truth about her, and it was only her brother Garren who really accepted her.

Working for the illuminators at least made it easier for her to keep her magic a secret. Regularly spending time outside of Demacia’s borders on her own. The time she spent in Piltover had been wonderful. Seeing all the brilliant minds and creations that Hex Tech could accomplish. She even managed to find several texts on the possible applications of light magic, and to make a friend.

“Well, maybe more than a friend.” Lux thought to herself with a smile.

Lux had managed to sneak into one of Piltover’s archives at night to see what matter of new magical discovery the inventors had found. Even though she was trying to negotiate peace, she still couldn’t risk someone seeing her looking through texts on magic. If her aunt or the mage seeker caught even a rumor of her wanting to know more about magic, it could be the end for her.

Unbeknownst to Lux, Jinx had been preparing to blow up the very building the light mage was skulking about in. Thankfully for her, Jinx saw Lux and was curious to see what she was up to. Jinx spooked Lux in a dramatic fashion which revealed she was a mage. By attempting to blast the blue hair girl with a ray of light energy. She had missed and ended up knocking over a bookshelf, which caused a domino effect to knock over half of the archive.

Luxanna was horrified by what she had done, while Jinx was cackling like a mad woman before bombarded the mage with questions, “That was awesome! How’d ya do that! No device but that fancy stick of your’s. Can you do Magic? Are you a mage!? WHAT ELSE CAN YA DO!!??”

Lux could hardly keep up with the manic girl’s questions. The sheer wonder in her pink eyes was something Lux had never thought she’d see from someone. Before Lux could start to answer, the sound of the enforces cut their meeting short. The two of them fled the scene and managed to preserve Lux’s identity from Piltover’s Finest. Once they were safe, Jinx convinced Lux to stay with her for the night. Since it would have been too dangerous to try and sneak back to her hotel.

Lux eventually made her way back to her hotel, thinking over the time she spent with the blue-haired girl. She was eccentric, brilliant, inquisitive, and very physically affectionate. Lux wasn’t used to anyone being in her personal space so much as Jinx had, but there was something surprisingly comforting about it. As Lux continued to look over the “barrowed” texts, Jinx had managed to sneak into Lux’s hotel room. Once again surprising the young mage, but she was happy to see the gunpowder girl. The two of them spent more and more time together and found a surprising amount of similarity and solace with each other.

Eventually, Lux had to return to Demacia and hated having to leave Jinx, knowing the brilliant blue haired girl had severe issues with abandonment and separation. It took some serious convincing, but Lux promised Jinx she would see her again.

It had been three weeks since she had made that promise, and Lux couldn’t help but worry about her. Spending most of her time organizing the library to occupy her mind and avoid her aunt as much as she could. She missed Jinx terribly, wanting nothing more than to leave her gilded cage and stomp around in the sump with Jinx. Showing her all the best places to eat, drink, dance, and blow up.

Almost wishing for her gunpower girl to come sailing in on a rocket to cause a little mayhem and sweep her off her feet. Lux shook her head at the thought and went back to shelving books only to see the very girl on her mind pop right in front of her hanging upside down. Spooking Lux like their first meeting, but this time not attempting to blast her through a wall.

“JINX!?” Lux screamed in surprise.

“THAT’S MEEEEE!” Jinx said with the biggest inverted grin

“Wh-what are you doing here. HOW, did you even get here.” Lux asked with her heart pounding in her ears as she looked around. Hoping no one would come running because of her screaming.

“Got bored waitin’ and wasn’t too hard to sneak in. No one ever looks up.” Jinx said nonchalantly.

While Lux was happy to see Jinx again, she was worried that someone did see her. At best, Jinx would be tossed out or worse they would try and execute her. Jinx teased Lux a bit for worrying about her and that she better find a way to keep her occupied before she does something crazy. Lux decided to turn the tables on Jinx and kissed her while she was still hanging upside down.

This ended up backfiring almost immediately lux. Not realizing how much she missed the manic girl until her lips met with hers. It started off soft and sweet, but quickly turned to hunger. She couldn’t get enough of the loose cannon lips as the familiar smell of gunpower, smoke, oil, and the sump filled Lux’s lungs as she breathed her lover in.

“I-mmf-I missed you -mmph- so much!” Lux said in-between kisses.

“Mmph- missed ya too, mmf, flashlight!” Jinx said as she kissed her back with the same intensity as her hands still firmly gripped the shelves.

Partly to help support herself, but she also liked it when Lux took charge like this. Seeing the prim and proper mask that Mage wore shatter for her always gave Jinx a certain thrill. Despite how dangerous and unpredictable Jinx could be, Lux still accepted all of her as she was. The manic woman never thought anyone would miss her the way Lux did.

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hello pisces season 🐟

Welcome to Pisces season, a time when the sun glides into the watery depths of the zodiac's final sign, offering us an opportunity to explore the boundless realms of imagination, compassion, and spiritual growth. Pisces, ruled traditionally by Jupiter and modernly by Neptune, embodies a complex interplay of energies that shape its unique essence.

Pisces individuals are often described as compassionate and empathetic souls, deeply attuned to the emotions of others. They possess a rich inner world, where dreams and fantasies flourish, offering them a sanctuary from the harsh realities of life. However, this penchant for daydreaming and drifting can sometimes lead Pisceans away from the groundedness of domestic life, as they yearn for freedom and a deeper connection to the mysteries of existence.

Symbolized by two fish swimming in opposite directions, Pisces embodies a duality that reflects their inner conflict and complexity. They are torn between the pull of the material world and the longing for spiritual transcendence. This inner tension fuels their perpetual quest for meaning and understanding, as they navigate the currents of their emotions and desires.

Jupiter, the traditional ruler of Pisces, brings a sense of expansion, optimism, and wisdom to this mystical sign. Jupiter's influence encourages Pisceans to seek higher knowledge and understanding, to explore the deeper truths of existence, and to expand their spiritual horizons. Under Jupiter's guidance, Pisces individuals are often drawn to philosophical and metaphysical pursuits, seeking to uncover the hidden truths that lie beyond the mundane world.

Ruled also by Neptune, the planet of illusion and spirituality, Pisces individuals are deeply attuned to the unseen realms beyond our physical senses. Their intuitive nature allows them to perceive hidden truths and deeper realities, making them natural seekers of wisdom and insight. However, this connection to the ethereal can also make them susceptible to escapism and self-deception, especially when faced with the harshness of reality.

For Pisces, creative expression is essential for navigating the complexities of their inner world. Whether through art, music, poetry, or service to others, they find solace and fulfillment in channeling their imagination into tangible forms. Yet, they must also be wary of the pitfalls of escapism, as excessive indulgence can lead to a sense of disconnection and disillusionment.

Astrologer Liz Greene suggests that Pisces individuals have a unique role to play in addressing larger collective issues and themes. Their deep connection to the subconscious and the spiritual realm positions them as potential agents of transformation and healing. However, they must find a balance between their inner world and the demands of external reality, lest they become lost in a sea of confusion and despair.

Finding purpose and fulfillment in the earthly realm is crucial for Pisces individuals, as they strive to integrate their imaginative nature with the practicalities of everyday life. By nurturing their creative impulses and engaging with their emotions, they can find joy and meaning in their journey through the cosmos.

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buoyantsaturn · 8 months

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run!!!

is that a threat!!!!! jk <3

It had to be the first one. Otherwise, people would run screaming from him at all times, rather than smiling brightly and trying to get to know him, like a certain freckled doctor--

ty anna!!! i hope ur hair dyeing goes well <3

send words!

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mysummerfilm · 5 months

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In the solitude of the open spaces she creates a symphony of her own thoughts, the poetry of distant horizons.. She finds solace, strength, and the profound beauty of being both the seeker and the sought. The Lonely Traveler.

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agent-grey-fics · 3 months

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Who we are | Paul Lahote | Part 3

Paired: Paul Lahote x reader

Wordcount: 2300

Summary: Paul decides to tell you about the bond you share. Will you stay or walk away?

Writers note: Here is part 3 of 'who we are', part 1 | part 2 | part 4

As Paul touched the gravel of his driveway, he shifted back into his human form. The cool night air clung to his damp skin. The familiar place, now bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, served as the backdrop for the pivotal moment that lay ahead. He stood there, muscles tense and mind racing, trying to collect his thoughts before facing the reality he had been avoiding for far too long.

He decided to go to bed and confront you first thing in the morning. As he stood under his shower, and the warm water let his muscles relax the memories of your initial encounter flooded his mind—the undeniable connection, the magnetic pull between you two. The way you smiled at him, oblivious to the supernatural world that lurked in the shadows of their lives. It was time to unveil that world to you, and Paul couldn't shake the fear of what might happen once the truth was laid bare. He took a deep breath, the hot air filling his lungs. The silver light of the moon shone through the bathroom window.

He was going to tell you, tomorrow.

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting its silvery glow through your window as you lay in bed, unable to find solace in sleep. Tossing and turning, your mind was a tempest of thoughts and emotions, each one a torrential wave crashing against the shores of your consciousness.

What Paul had said lingered in the air like an unspoken truth, weaving itself into the fabric of her thoughts. ‘It's complicated, y/n. It's about... a situation back home that's getting complicated since you’ve been gone. A lot of stuff is happening, and I've been trying to keep you out of it.’ The weight of his words pressed on your chest, and the gentle rustle of leaves outside your window seemed to echo the uncertainty that now clouded your mind. The hours slipped away, marked only by the slow progression of shadows on the walls. Your thoughts circled back to the moment outside the bar, where Paul had acted so weird and vague. You replayed his words in your mind, each sentence a puzzle piece in a complex picture you were trying to decipher. Was he in love whit you? Was that the reason he acted so strange? The anxiety and anger in his eyes as he spoke haunted her thoughts. You had always been a seeker of truth, but now that truth seemed to stretch beyond the bounds of her comprehension.

In the stillness of the night, you couldn't escape the questions that gnawed at your consciousness. Why did his behaviour have such an effect on you? Even though he acted like a dick, it seemed like you couldn't leave him alone. Somehow you were always around each other. The soft glow of your bedside clock signalled the approach of dawn, yet sleep remained elusive. You found yourself yearning for the simplicity of the past, the laughter you had shared, the dreams of a new beginning under the sun. But now, the shadows of the unknown loomed large, casting doubt on the path ahead.

As the first light of morning painted the sky outside your window,You knew that the two of you needed to talk things out. You couldn't shake the feeling that the journey ahead was both unpredictable and inextricably tied to him.

When you were leaning against the countertop eating cereal, you heard a knock at the door. Quickly you put your food on the countertop and wiped your mouth with the back of your sweatshirt. You hadn't agreed to meet anyone? Maybe it was someone from the boys to see if everything was okay after you disappeared like that yesterday. ‘I can't keep running from this, from you,’ Paul admitted as you opened the door his voice carrying the weight of sincerity. You lifted your brow in confusion, taking a couple of steps so you stood in frond of him outside your house, surrounded by the forest. ‘There's something I've been keeping from you, something that's a part of me, and it involves you too.’ As he spoke, the shadows cast by the surrounding trees seemed to dance with the gravity of his revelation. The truth, long concealed, hung in the air like a tangible force.

‘I've been avoiding it, scared of what might happen if I told you.’ He rambled, not giving you the chance to intervene. ‘Scared of how it might change everything between us,’ he continued, his gaze locked onto yours, searching for any signs of understanding or confusion. But you couldn’t follow his thoughts. ‘Paul, what the hell are you talking about?’ He sighed. ‘Do you remember Emily’s birthday party?’ He recounted the day of Emily's birthday party, the moment everything changed, and the subsequent struggle to reconcile his own fears with the undeniable connection the supernatural world had thrust upon him. You slowly nodded. ‘I need you to know the truth,’ Paul urged, his vulnerability laid bare in the moonlit clearing. ‘You deserve that much. And whatever happens, I can't keep you in the dark any longer.’ Confusion was writing all over your face as he spoke. ‘Dude I can’t follow a thing. What are you talking about?’ The air seemed to crackle with anticipation as Paul awaited your response, uncertain of how the revelation would reshape the path laid out before you both. The forest, a silent witness to the unfolding moment, held its secrets close, allowing the weight of truth to settle in the moonlit space between you.

‘Since that day, haven't your feelings changed?’ Paul's voice, filled with an undercurrent of hope and uncertainty, pierced through the contemplative silence. He tried to guide your thoughts, urging her to explore the depths of emotions that now connected you. The air hung heavy as Paul's words echoed in the stillness, and a moment of silence stretched between them, heavy with the weight of the revelation.

You took a deep breath, the forest around you seemingly holding its breath as well. The question reverberated in your mind, and you allowed your thoughts to drift, retracing the invisible threads that had woven through your lives since that fateful birthday party. Images and sensations flooded your mind—the magnetic pull, the undeniable connection, and the inexplicable warmth that seemed to emanate from Paul. It was like being drawn toward the sun for the first time, the brilliance of the revelation illuminating her understanding of your bond. ‘You feel it too don’t you?’ You slowly nodded.‘It's like seeing the sun for the first time ever,’ you whispered, your gaze locked with Paul's. The rustling leaves overhead seemed to echo the heartbeat of their shared moment, the weight of unspoken truths hanging in the air. Paul took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on Y/N as he prepared to unravel the complexities of the imprint bond that bound them together. His eyes, usually guarded, revealed a vulnerability that mirrored the sincerity of his words.

‘Do you remember the stories from the bonfire?’ He hinted, hoping you would know where he was going. You just nodded, vaguely remembering Billy Black telling tribe tales while the Quileute sat around a bonfire. You had felt like an intruder, hearing the tribe's secrets but Jacob had ensured you that you were more than welcome. ‘The stories about shapeshifters?’ you questioned. He nodded in response. ‘Yes, good y/n.’ You nodded dubiously, not knowing where the conversation was leading. ‘All the stories are true y/n.’ You started laughing. ‘Yeah right, you can change into an animal.’ But he didn't laugh. He looked at you seriously as if waiting for the penny to drop. ‘You’re joking right?’ He shook his head. ‘Don’t freak out please.’ You took a step back, stumbling almost losing your balance. ‘I can show you, but you can’t freak out.’ Before you could say anything he started stripping down his clothes. ‘What are you-’ Suddenly you were face to face with a grey wolf. Paul's skin seemed to explode and suddenly the huge beast was in front of you. ‘What the fuck?’ You took some steps back, afraid of the unknown situation in front of you. He took a deliberate step in your direction, and a soft whimper left his mouth. He lowered his head and moved it toward your arm. Carefully you put your hand out and rubbed gently through his soft fur. Holy shit. You thought to yourself, what did just happen? You stood there for a couple of minutes before he took some steps back and turned back to his human form. When you saw his naked body you quickly turned around. Your cheeks turned a soft pink. 'You didn't run away.' You heard him say behind you. 'I don't think I had a chance if I ran.' A soft chuckle left his lips. ‘You can turn around.’ Uncertainly you turned again. ‘What is all this?’ He sighed, uncertainty read on his face. It was now or never. ‘Do you remember the story about the wife sacrificing herself to save her husband? That it was because she unconditionally loved him? That they were soulmates?’ You nodded again. ‘‘They were imprints’ ‘Imprints?’ ‘When a shape-shifter imprints on a specific person, he becomes unconditionally bound to her for the rest of his life. When it happens, it is described as being gravitationally pulled toward that person while a glowing heat fills him, and everyone and everything else in his life becomes secondary, and only the imprintee is left to matter, leaving the shape-shifter with a deep need to do anything to please and protect his soulmate.’ Your mouth fell open. Soulmates? ‘Paul slow down, you just changed into a giant wolf and now your talking about soulmates. What the hell is going on?’ He nodded sideways toward the forest. 'Come we'll go for a walk and I'll tell you everything you want to know.’ You considered your options. Did you want to know what was going on? Yes what kind of question was this now, of course you wanted to know what was going on.

Uncertainly you began to walk beside him. ‘Who knows about this?’ He laughed softly. 'All our friends actually. We're a pack.' A pack? What was he referring to? 'How many of you are there?' He scratched his neck uncomfortably. 'Well, you have Sam, Jake, Embry and Quill. Then you have Jared and Seth and Leah. And Brady and Collin just recently joined.' Your jaw dropped. ‘Why the fuck am I just hearing about this now?’ He laughed softly. ‘We can’t tell everyone, Sam won’t let us.’ You stopped in your tracks and tilted your head to the side. ‘Sam is the leader of the pack.’ Your mouth made an ‘O’ shape as it clicked. ‘And Emily is his imprint?’ He nodded. He was glad you could follow along throughout the story. It was a lot to suddenly take note of. ‘The imprint bond is something beyond our control, something primal and ancient,’ Paul began, his voice carrying the weight of years of unspoken truths. ‘It's like a force that connects two souls, drawing them together with an intensity that defies explanation.’ He paused, as if searching for the right words to convey the intricacies of the supernatural phenomenon. You listened, your eyes focused on Paul, eager to understand the enigma that had become an integral part of your shared existence. ’It's not just about attraction or love as we know it,’ Paul continued, his tone tinged with a mixture of reverence and solemnity. ‘It's a deep, innate connection that transcends time and space. When the bond forms, it's as if the universe itself aligns to bring two people together.’ Your brow furrowed slightly, your curiosity piqued. Paul pressed on, attempting to demystify the inexplicable.

‘Before that moment, I- It's not the result of choice or conscious decision. It's like an unspoken promise written in the stars, and when our eyes met at Emily's birthday party, everything changed,’ Paul confessed, the sincerity in his eyes unwavering. He gestured between you as if indicating the invisible threads that connected your souls. ‘The imprint bond is a part of us now. It means that we are bound together in a way that goes beyond our understanding. My emotions, my well-being, they're intricately tied to yours. I’ll be anything that you need me to be, a brother, a friend, a lover.’ You absorbed his words, a mixture of awe and trepidation coursing through your veins. The forest around you seemed to hold its breath, as if nature itself acknowledged the gravity of your connection.

‘It's not something we chose, but it's something we have to navigate together. It's like a guiding force, and whether we accept it or not, it's a part of our story,’ Paul concluded, his eyes never leaving yours. ‘You don't have to commit, you can keep your distance. i just thought you should know what was going on.’

You felt it then, that pull, the unspoken force that seemed to bridge the gap between you. It wasn't a simple attraction; it was something deeper, more primal. A connection that defied logic and reason, like the first rays of sunlight breaking through the darkness.

In that quiet corner of the forest, surrounded by the ancient trees and the whispers of the wind, Paul had laid bare the essence of the imprint bond—a force that had reshaped their destinies and bound them together in a dance of fate and love that transcended the ordinary.

Part 4 coming soon :)

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In the shadows of a brutal era in American history, where oppression and cruelty reigned, a powerful form of resistance took root: the Praise House. For enslaved black individuals in the Antebellum South, the Praise House stood as a sacred sanctuary, a place where they could defy the oppressive Christian views imposed upon them by their slave masters.

In a world where the power structures dictated every aspect of an enslaved person's existence, the Praise House emerged as a symbol of defiance and strength. It became a space where faith, culture, and the indomitable spirit of the African diaspora could thrive despite the dehumanizing conditions of slavery.

Meetings in the Praise House were not confined to the familiar rhythms of Sunday mornings. Instead, these gatherings typically took place on weeknights, a subtle act of rebellion in itself. The slave masters preferred their human property to attend white-dominated churches, where carefully curated sermons served as a reinforcement of the slave system, often using scripture as a tool of control.

Within the walls of the Praise House, the enslaved black community found solace in the absence of opulent Christian symbols and trappings. There, empty space was favored over altars, kneelers, pulpits, and even chairs and pews. This minimalism provided the space needed for the powerful and spiritually charged "ring shouts," an integral part of the all-night sessions of prayer and song. These gatherings were more than just expressions of faith; they were acts of resistance, defiance, and a testament to the resilience of the human spirit.

Even in the most degrading conditions, religious life and practice served as a source of strength and unity for the slave community. The Praise House became the focal point of their lives on the plantations, a place where their identity was preserved and their spirits were nurtured.

As time passed and the shackles of slavery fell away, the significance of Praise Houses remained unwavering. They continued to serve as the heart of the African community, a testament to the enduring strength of culture and faith.

Today, we at My Mind and Me Inc and the Temple of Living Word a 501c3 non profit based in Atlanta are on a mission to rekindle the traditions of the past and return to our Southern hoodoo roots. Our goal is to open our own Praise House in Atlanta, where hoodoos, practitioners of African Traditional Religions (ATRs), and individuals of all backgrounds can practice openly, without judgment. In this sacred space, we will offer open altars, prayer sessions, spaces for practitioners to teach, and, of course, the continuation of the cherished tradition of ring shouts.

To make this vision a reality, we need your support. Be a part of a bigger picture, a story of resistance and resilience. Donate today and help us build a Praise House that stands as a testament to the enduring strength of culture, faith, and unity. Together, we can create a space where souls find solace, healing, and renewal.

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Apocalypse

pairing: Kim Minji x Reader

>wc: 1.6k

summary: Childhood friends Minji and Y/N grow distant after high school, a silent grief replacing the laughter that once defined their bond. Unspoken words and the weight of separation leave them prisoners of a fading friendship and an unexpressed love, drowning in the sorrow of what once was.

based off of the song 'apocalypse' by cigarettes after sex

your lips my lips

apocalypse

From the moment Kim Minji and Y/N met on the playground, a friendship blossomed that was destined to withstand the test of time. Childhood for them was a kaleidoscope of laughter, scraped knees, and shared ice cream cones on sweltering summer afternoons.

Their afternoons were often spent in the treehouse at the end of Y/N's backyard, a sanctuary built with mismatched planks and scavenged nails. Seated on worn-out cushions, the two friends concocted fantastical stories, their imaginations intertwining like the branches outside their secret haven.

"Do you think fairies live in this tree?" Minji once wondered, her eyes wide with wonder.

Y/N grinned, a conspiratorial gleam in her eyes. "Absolutely! And I bet they're the ones who make our wishes come true."

In the quiet moments that followed the sun's descent, casting a warm, golden glow over their neighborhood, Minji and Y/N would find solace in each other's homes. The murmur of late-night conversations beneath the blanket forts, illuminated by dim flashlights, held an unspoken depth that echoed the profound connection they shared.

Lazy Sunday mornings saw them pedaling through the streets, laughter reverberating off the walls like an echo of their unspoken bond. The local park, their shared kingdom, witnessed battles fought with imaginary swords and capes, victories celebrated over melting popsicles, concealing a subtle undercurrent of emotions left unexplored.

Minji's infectious energy danced with Y/N's calm demeanor, creating a harmonious balance between them. They were two halves of a perfect whole, their intertwined lives revealing a friendship rooted in a profound mutual understanding. As the years unfolded, the beauty of their connection remained intact, its uncharted depths harboring the unspoken truth that both harbored a love too delicate to voice, too scared to disrupt the fragile balance they'd created.

go and sneak us through the rivers

flood is rising up on your knees

oh please

Drawn by the moonlit allure, Minji and Y/N found themselves at a secluded river. The night embraced them as they waded into the cool, flowing waters, a symphony of crickets and rustling leaves providing the backdrop to their clandestine escapade.

In the soft glow of moonlight, they played like carefree spirits. Giggles and laughter echoed along the riverbanks as they began splashing each other with water, the joy of the moment lighting up their faces. Each ripple created by their laughter seemed to carry away the weight of unspoken words, replaced by the simple delight of being together.

As the moon painted a silver path on the water's surface, they engaged in a playful dance, their laughter harmonizing with the gentle murmur of the river. Water droplets sparkled in the moonlight as Minji and Y/N, caught in the magic of the night, shared secret glances that spoke volumes without uttering a word.

Giggles became an unspoken language, and the river witnessed the beauty of their uninhibited joy. The night, with its whispers and reflections, carried away any fears or uncertainties, leaving behind the essence of a shared laughter that would resonate in the depths of their friendship for years to come.

come out and haunt me

i know you want me

come out and haunt me

Minji and Y/N found themselves immersed in a game of hide and seek. The vibrant greenery of the backyard served as their playground, and the air buzzed with the excited anticipation of a childhood game.

Minji, the seeker, closed her eyes and counted, her small fingers covering her face. As she finished counting, she eagerly ventured into the backyard, searching for her hidden friend. Amidst the giggles and rustling leaves, Y/N crouched behind a sturdy oak tree, her eyes sparkling with the thrill of the game.

As Minji roamed the garden, she eventually stood before the tree where Y/N was hiding. A mischievous glint shone in Minji's eyes as she pretended not to see her best friend, gazing around with feigned confusion.

"Hmm, where could Y/N be hiding?" Minji mused aloud, her tone exaggerated for effect.

From behind the tree, Y/N stifled a giggle, trying to stay hidden. "Maybe she's behind the shed?" Minji suggested, making deliberate, theatrical glances in all directions, except towards Y/N.

The charade continued, each feigned search making Y/N's concealed position all the more amusing. "Not behind the flower bed either," Minji declared, peering into the bushes while Y/N bit her lip to contain her laughter.

Just as Minji turned away, Y/N couldn't resist a playful whisper, "Am I that good at hiding, or are you just playing along?"

Minji, maintaining the act, glanced around dramatically before lowering her voice conspiratorially. "You're a master hider, Y/N. I might never find you."

Y/N burst into laughter, unable to contain it any longer. Minji joined in, and the backyard echoed with the joyous sounds of their shared amusement. The oak tree, a silent witness, stood tall as the keeper of this delightful childhood secret—a moment where playful deception only deepened the bonds of friendship.

sharing all your secrets with each other

since you were kids

Beneath the oak tree's comforting branches, Minji and Y/N found solace in the whispered echoes of shared secrets that spanned the years.

"In this big universe, I always dreamed of being an astronaut," Y/N confided, her voice carrying a wistful tone that danced with the rustling leaves overhead.

Minji, gazing into the distance, responded, "And I wanted to be the person to make everyone laugh, you know? But lately, it feels like the weight of expectations is suffocating."

Their shared dreams and fears became the currency of their confidences, an unspoken pact forged through time.

Years later, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Y/N confessed, "Love is a beautiful mess, isn't it? I thought it would be like the movies, but it's more like navigating a storm without a compass."

Minji, with a subtle nod, replied, "It's hard, Y/N. Relationships are messy, but we'll navigate those storms together."

The oak tree, a silent guardian of their shared intimacies, bore witness to more profound revelations.

In a moment of vulnerability, Minji confessed, "I'm terrified of failing, of not living up to everyone's expectations. What if I'm not enough?"

Y/N, her voice gentle, responded, "You're more than enough, Minji. You always have been."

The oak tree, a testament to the passage of time and the fragility of dreams, stood witness to the ebb and flow of their lives. The rustling leaves overhead seemed to carry with them the bittersweet symphony of a friendship that weathered storms, embraced joys, and mourned the innocence lost to the ticking clock.

sleeping soundly with the locket that she gave you

clutched in your fist

High school arrived like a cold, unwelcome wind, disrupting the warmth of Minji and Y/N's inseparable bond. The day of Minji's departure unfolded with a heavy heart, tears flowing freely, marking the beginning of a soul-crushing farewell.

Amidst the quiet rustle of leaves beneath the oak tree, Minji and Y/N clung to each other, their tear-streaked faces a poignant reflection of the impending void. The laughter that once painted the air with joy now dissolved into heart-wrenching sobs, the weight of separation settling like a relentless ache.

"I'll miss you so much, Minji," Y/N whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of unspoken sadness.

Minji, choking back tears, pressed a small locket into Y/N's hands. "Take this. So you'll always have a piece of me with you."

As Minji's departure became a distant memory, the shared sanctuary beneath the oak tree transformed into a haunting relic of their unbridled friendship. Nights became a silent procession of tears, Y/N clutching the special locket Minji had given her. The cold metal offered a fragile connection to the warmth of their shared past.

In the dim light before sleep, Y/N wept, the memories of Minji flooding her thoughts. "Why did you have to go?" she whispered to the empty room, her cries muffled by the suffocating loneliness.

The oak tree, once a witness to their laughter, now stood as a stoic sentinel of the pain that lingered. The locket, a tangible piece of Minji's presence, became the only solace in the lonely hours. Y/N would hold it close, tracing its contours with trembling fingers, each delicate detail a painful reminder of the friend who slipped away with the inexorable march of time.

you’ve been locked in here forever

and you just can’t say goodbye

Years passed like a heavy fog, enveloping the once-vibrant friendship of Minji and Y/N in an eerie silence. Laughter, once the heartbeat of their connection, faded into a haunting echo, replaced by a vast emptiness.

The warmth that once defined their camaraderie now lay dormant beneath layers of unsaid words, the distance between them stretching like an unbridgeable abyss. The bond that had weathered childhood storms now seemed fragile, hanging by the thinnest thread of memories.

In the lonely expanse of their separate worlds, Minji and Y/N wrestled with the relentless ache of unspoken sentiments. Each passing day etched lines of longing on their hearts, like scars that refused to heal. The desire to reach out, to rekindle the friendship that time had worn thin, lingered like an unfulfilled promise.

Yet, the weight of silence prevailed. Both Minji and Y/N stood on the precipice of reaching out, fingers hovering over the keyboard or poised to make a call, only to withdraw. The love that once flowed freely between them had become a silent river, carrying the weight of what was lost.

Night after night, they lay awake, tormented by the echoes of what they could no longer say. The words, heavy with unspoken affection, hung in the air, forming an unbreakable barrier. They yearned to let go, to sever the invisible tether that bound them to a past slipping away like grains of sand through clenched fists.

Yet, the fear of disrupting the fragile equilibrium held them captive. And so, in the silence that echoed louder than any conversation they never had, Minji and Y/N found themselves prisoners of a love they couldn't let go, and a friendship that refused to be forgotten.

a/n: i hope ur ready to cry

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