#.& EVENT 03 [signal]

[genshin-impact-updates]

"Windtrace: Seekers and Strategy" Event: Strategic Hide-and-Seek Challenge

〓Event Duration〓

2024/05/14 10:00:00 – 2024/05/27 03:59:59

〓Event Rewards〓

〓Eligibility〓

Adventure Rank 20 or above

〓Event Details〓

● On each of the 6 days of the event after it has begun, the maximum number of Windtrace Coins you can collect is increased by 1,000. Travelers can obtain Windtrace Coins or complete Strategic Challenges to claim the corresponding rewards.

● A new mechanism "Signaling Device" has been added to this edition of Windtrace. Rebels must repair these devices while avoiding the Hunter's pursuit, while the Hunter must stop the Rebels from repairing these devices, or simply eliminate all the Rebels.

● The first time each Rebel is captured by a Hunter, they will be detained within a "Surveillance Zone" for a while. They will be released automatically once the time of imprisonment ends. Other Rebels can also approach the Surveillance Zone and help their imprisoned comrade escape. When a Rebel who has been imprisoned before is once again captured, that Rebel will be eliminated from the match.

● The Rebels will win if they repair 4 Signaling Devices within the time limit. If they fail to do so, the Hunter will be victorious. If no Rebels on the field can operate freely, e.g. all the Rebels have been captured or eliminated, the Hunter will earn an early victory.

※ In "Windtrace: Seekers and Strategy," you can earn Windtrace Coins in Solo Mode and matchmade games alongside up to 2 friends. When forming a custom Co-Op party with 3 other friends to play this game or when your Windtrace Coins have reached the current maximum, you will not obtain any Windtrace Coins.

[noneorother]

The secret timeline inside of Good Omens season 2 revealed, *part2*

Part 1 l Part 2

The ineffable cut is explained in part 1. Please read that first. (I’ve burnt a timecode into this ineffable edit to help pick up the rhythm.)

So now that I've shown you XX:X6 is the number of the beast in the last installment, what else can we glean? Well, it turns out angel numbers (sequences of repeated numbers ex: 22:22 or 20:02) are quite important events in the S2 universe! I've cut together every "Angel Number" I could find in the timeline and put them in order. I first noticed this near the end of the ineffable cut, where Beelzebub and Gabriel hold hands, so I've started with that one just to give you an idea how bonkers this whole sequence is. Don't forget, sound on! Breakdown below the cut.

So we start off with this Beez and Gabriel sequence near the end of the cut. They start singing to each other a little out of time, but lo and behold, at 02:03:20 the music comes in right on time with the seconds ticking by to line them up. By the time they reach 03:33 they're gone.

Aziraphale is excited to get his "record"! He's doing something sneaky, and as a result opens the door to go off to said covert activity on 00:02:22.

Crowley asks "Do they know?" on 03:33. Who are they and why does he want to know? This whole scene is on a St-James park bench so spying and double speak is in progress, clearly.

Crowley then asks "Something big?" on 00:04:44. We get the hint for the main action of the entire second season here. Something's up with the up...

Now the real fun begins! I'll come back to the ones I just skipped in a later post because they're more subtle. Here's the first "real" angel number at 11:11. Aziraphale discovers THE box and touches it for the first time.

At 22:22 Nina and Maggie's signs are "mysteriously" ignored by a human passerby.

This is wild. Aziraphale is learning about the Everyday record and something funny happens. 33:31 Aziraphale says, " Do you have a copy?" 33:32 Maggie says, "Mm, too many of them" and at the same time a car horn beeps twice. 33:33 Aziraphale is startled by the fact that a double car horn happened on a XX:X2 and looks out the window in concern. So the question is: does Aziraphale feel or know the rhythm of the timestamps?? And are things that line up with numbers a signal he's paying attention to?

A funny one! At 44:44 Aziraphale seems to be wanting to check if Gabriel is really who he says he is, and is watching him like a hawk. Gabriel does all he can to do nothing at all and look innocent while the angel number passes by.

Another funny one. Nice. 55:55 reveals that the Bentley likes Aziraphale more than Crowley, and does whatever he wants, including not speeding when he puts his foot down.

This next one's a little peculiar. It seems like an exchange about Gabriel's whereabouts, but it's the halfway point of the edit (1:11:10-11:11:11) of the ineffable timeline and we seem to be having two conversations at once. Shax says on 11:11 "He hates you." Does she mean that she thinks Crowley hates Aziraphale, or... that Gabriel hates Aziraphale. Aziraphale looks noticeably shocked at her reply. After the eyebrow raise of "You don't seem like his type at all" I would bet we're not talking about Crowley anymore. How did she get this information?

01:22:22 Gabriel does a little laugh to himself while signalling with the lamp. What the fuck? Does someone know morse code?

01:33:33 Maggie extends her had to Nina at the ball, to invite her to dance. Nina looks pleased, but doesn't move until... a very odd miracle sound on a XX:X6 happens and she jumps up to take Maggie's hand. That miracle sound is not Aziraphale's, and besides, he would never miracle on a 6. Who's the demon making Nina dance...

Aziraphale's halo toss is the flip from ACT II to ACT III of season 2, and as such, get's a special time right before rolling over to the second hour. He decides to throw it down on exactly 01:54:45, and at 01:54:54 gets a giant tubular bell ring in the music to highlight the action. It lands on the ground at 01:55:01, and incinerates the demons at precisely 01:55:10.

01:59:59 Beez and Gabriel hold hands, and a magical chime sounds at 2:00:00. Maggie start her sentence "Aww, that's really sweet" at the same time, and manages to finish it on 2:00:02. (Dagon politely waits to pretend to barf on a XX:X3 after she's done.)

The last one is a big one : 02:02:02 gets "to face CELESTIAL punishment" by Michael. This is what we've been waiting for the entire season, the Checkov's gun of the book of life. But, where is it? We then get an odd cowboy showdown style stare-off between Michael and Shax. I'm predicting that missing chunk of time in the bookshop before we come back to Michael threatening Aziraphale with the book of life is going to be a pretty interesting reveal in season 3. -------------------------------------------

People, this is the short version of this post. There are SO MANY things to unpack. Next up is doubled numbers. If you want an ides of what it takes to break things down, here's my workflow timeline right now. The stuff after the first big space is numbers I haven't shown you yet... This show is insane.

[honey-crypt]

KEEPER OF THE GLISTENING SEA — a merman!elliott x plus-sized!reader story

03. MAYBE WE'LL MEET AGAIN

word count: 2k

warnings: nightmares, mentions of injury

summary: you wake up in the pelican town clinic after the storm and try to piece together what happened yesterday, as you're confronted with memories of your past as a swimmer.

author's note: very happy i was able to write this out haha! i hope everyone enjoys, trying to get more chapters out before i start grad school <3

You stood upon the diving board and stretched out your limbs, ringing out your hands and taking a few deep breaths. In front of you, the water of the swimming pool glistened under the stadium’s lights. You adjusted your swim cap and pulled your swim goggles over your eyes before positioning yourself on the diving board. Your heart pounded with excitement, as you awaited for the judge to whistle for the race to commence. 

The tweet! of the whistle signaled the swimmers to dive. You dove into the water with an elegant splash and swam as fast as you could, utilizing the front crawl for maximum speed. It was the final race of the year, you had one last chance to snag yourself a medal. You gave it your all, swimming to and from each end of the pool. I got this! I got this! you cheered yourself on, almost to the finish line.

One more lap remained, you pulled your body beyond its limits to grab first place. You were a few seconds ahead of the person in second place, you were almost there. Almost, almost, almost– BANG!

You mistakenly slammed your shoulder at the end of the pool, a sickly pop emitting from the area. The buzzer went off and notified the stadium of the end of the race. You heard people cheering your name, you must’ve placed in the top three at least. Yet, the pain in your shoulder was unbearable. 

You tried to push yourself out of the pool, but slipped and fell back in the water. Panicked, you tried to breathe, only to inhale chlorine water. You began to sink to the bottom of the pool, as you reached out for help. Slowly but surely, you were consumed by the water. 

“(Y/N)? (Y/N)?”

Your eyes fluttered open, no longer in that swimming pool but in a room with blinding fluorescent lights. You glanced around your surroundings, a miscellaneous assortment of medical supplies and equipment scattered about the room. The voice called out to you again, “(Y/N), are you awake?”

“Huh?” you groaned, somewhat disoriented. Your eyes attempted to readjust to the light, the figure of a man standing near you. You rubbed your eyes and blinked a few times, the man finally coming into focus. He sported a curled mustache and a pair of rectangular glasses, a white lab coat over his sweater vest, “(Y/N), hello,” he greeted you, “Take a moment to adjust, you’ve been through the ringer.”

“Who are you?” you questioned the man in the lab coat. He chuckled softly and answered, “I’m Harvey, Dr. Harvey. I’m the doctor for the residents of Pelican Town. You’re in my clinic,” his lips formed a frown, “Do you remember what happened?”

“What happened?” you seemed puzzled by his line of questioning. Dr. Harvey let out a sigh, “Well, that answers that,” he grabbed a swivel chair and plopped down, arms resting on the backend of the chair, “Willy found you unconscious on the shore. We were worried that you sustained an injury because of last night’s storm.”

“The storm,” your head throbbed, as you tried to piece together last night’s events. Yet, all you could remember was diving into the ocean and red hair. You attempted to sit up, but Dr. Harvey shook his head at you and gently pushed you back down, “I’m sorry, but you need to be resting for a few more hours, okay? I want to keep you under observation to assess for dry drowning and any other injuries.”

You pouted at the doctor, “But…” he offered you a sympathetic smile, “I can have someone grab your belongings from your home if you want and you’re more than welcome to have visitors.”

“Okay,” you sighed. Dr. Harvey got up and pushed the swivel chair aside, exiting the observation room. You turned on your side and grasped at the pillows, frustrated. Flashes of an old, painful memory poked at your mind, but you quickly dismissed them with a wave of your hand. Tired, you closed your eyes, hoping to fall back to sleep. 

You must've gotten at least a few minutes of sleep when you heard a bang. Your eyes shot open to the sight of Sam standing over a broken test tube, Abigail and Sebastian off to the side and visibly disappointed. You called out to your friends, “Sam? Abby? Seb?”

“(Y/N)!” exclaimed Sam, rushing to your side. Abigail and Sebastian followed in suit, your three friends circling the bed. You smiled at the three of them and stated, “I’m happy to see you all.”

“We were really worried about you, (Y/N),” your purple-haired friend confessed. Sebastian nodded in agreement and Sam explained to you how they sent Willy to check on you when you didn’t show up for pool night. They didn’t realize how bad the storm was until Mayor Lewis issued a shelter in place order and they were stuck in the saloon for Yoba knows how many hours.

“We’re glad you’re okay,” your raven-haired friend spoke up, “You…” he averted his gaze from you, “You gave us a real scare.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologized sheepishly, “I don’t know what happened. All I can remember, clearly at least, is manning the lighthouse during the storm.”

“Try not to get caught up in such a crazy storm again, okay?” laughed Sam. You let out a laugh in return, “Duly noted. I’ll try not to,” you sunk back into the bed, “Did either of you happen to bring my phone?”

Abigail pulled your phone out of her pocket and handed it off to you, “Here you go.”

“Thanks,” you set the phone down on the nightstand by your temporary bed, “I think I need some more sleep, but I really appreciate you all for stopping by.”

“Of course!” shouted Sam with a grin, “You’re our friend, dude.”

“Yeah, you are. You’re part of our little gang,” Abigail added on.

“Get some rest,” Sebastian informed you. 

“I’ll see you guys around,” you waved your friends off, watching them leave the clinic. You let out a deep sigh and closed your eyes once more, only to hear the rustling of the curtains that shielded your room from the rest of the clinic. Confused, you called out, “Guys? Did you forget something?”

“Uh,” the voice didn’t belong to any of your friends, “No, it’s me, Alex.”

“Alex?” you looked at the curtains, a silhouette of a well-sculpted man illuminated behind it, “You can come in,” the curtains were pulled aside and Alex entered the room, closing the curtains behind him. In his hand, he held a bouquet of tulips, “Hey.”

“Hey,” you offered him a small smile, “What’s with the flowers?”

“Oh, uh–” his face reddened at your question, “My grandma wanted me to bring you some flowers from her garden as a ‘get well soon’ gift.”

“Oh!” you grinned at his explanation, “That’s so kind of her. Tell her I say thanks.”

“Of course,” the gridball player set the bouquet by your phone on the nightstand. Alex then stood by your bed, frozen. You curled up an eyebrow at him, “Do you… Do you wanna sit down for a bit?”

“Sure,” he grabbed the swivel chair and sat down, legs crossed and twiddling his thumbs. An awkward silence fell upon the room, as neither you or Alex couldn’t find the words or means to start a conversation. Finally, after what felt like eons, Alex spoke up, “I wanted to say sorry.”

“For what?” you asked.

“For calling you Apple.”

You frowned, thinking about yesterday's interaction with your childhood friend and Haley, “Thank you,” you answered, “It did hurt, but I know that you had good intentions. I’m more so upset with Haley and her… passive aggressiveness and undercutting comments.”

“I can talk to her about it,” the jock grasped your hand and gave it a squeeze, “I didn’t realize that she was being mean to you. Usually, she’s off putting when it comes to new people, but when you get to know her, she’s a real sweetheart.”

Your face heated up at the sight of Alex holding your hand, “Thanks for the offer, but it’s fine. I rather not stir the pot more so,” you pulled your hand away from Alex, “Thanks again for the flowers.”

“No problem,” he rubbed the back of his neck with a nervous smile, “I, uh… I should get going. I’ll see you around?” you nodded in response, “Yeah, you will. Have a good day, Alex.”

“You too, (Y/N),” he waved goodbye and left the clinic. You looked back at the bouquet and sighed, tulips were your favorite springtime flower. I’m surprised Granny Evelyn knew that, given that it’s been years since I last saw her. 

A few more hours went by until Dr. Harvey gave you the all clear to be discharged, giving you an envelope of papers before you left, “These are your discharge instructions. Please don’t be afraid to come back to the clinic if you’re experiencing any symptoms.”

You lazily saluted the doctor, “Understood. Thanks,” and left the clinic without another word. Before you, a few town residents were hard at work with cleaning up the debris from last night’s storm. Among the crowd, Benny was hauling a few broken branches off the ground. You approached your cousin and gave him a pat on the back, “Hey, Benny.”

“(Y/N)!” your cousin yelped, “You’re alright!” he pulled you into a tight embrace, causing you to wince and let out a moan of pain. Hearing your pained moan, Benny immediately released you from their hold, “Oh Yoba! I’m sorry!”

You rubbed your shoulder, trying your best to ignore the bubbling feeling of anxiety in your stomach, “It’s okay,” you reassured Benny. The farmer exhaled with relief, “Okay, good, good. I didn’t want to make your shoulder–”

You covered his mouth with your hand, much to Benny’s bewilderment, as you whispered lowly, “Please don’t talk about my shoulder,” your cousin nodded in agreement and you removed your hand from their mouth, “My bad, didn’t know it was still a sensitive topic,” muttered Benny. Your heart skipped a bit, your palms clammy, at Benny’s statement. You knew he didn’t mean it in a negative way, but it felt like a punch to the gut. 

“You should head back to your cabin,” your cousin suggested, “And Willy wants you to know that he’s giving you a few days off to recover, with pay, of course!”

“Okay,” you ran your hands through your hair and sighed once more, “Thanks for the update… Good luck with the cleanup,” you walked off and towards the beach, passing more and more of the aftermath from the storm. Leaves and twigs floated about the river, as you crossed over the bridge to the beach, and when you arrived at the beach, seaweed and seashells covered the shore. You approached a particularly pretty shell and examined it up closer, watching it shimmered under the sun. The tides ebbed and flowed, more seaweed washing ashore. 

Suddenly, a rock collided with your thigh, catching you off guard and making you fall in your ass from the surprise, “Oye, what the hell?!” you yelled at the ocean, who- of course- gave you no response in return. You picked up the rock, ready to toss it back into the sea, when you noticed some strange markings on it, “What the…” you held the rock closer to your eyes and read the markings.

Thank you.

Memories of last night flashed across your vision, as you finally connected the dots. You did dive into the water, you did so because you saw someone drowning. You pulled them out onto shore. Long red hair, freckled skin, and emerald eyes.

You peered out towards the water, it was a long shot but you hoped to see the redheaded stranger you saved last night swimming. Of course, you saw no one in the water, only some seagulls. You turned on your heel and walked back to your cabin for rest. Maybe one day, you would meet them again.

In the distance, Elliott perched himself upon a large rock, watching you enter your cabin, and he promptly swam off. Maybe one day, he would meet you again.

[ganggangscenarios]

No Such Thing | Ch 9

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: After a messy breakup and an even messier night out , you find an unlikely friend in your coworker’s ex boyfriend. A messy beginning and an even messier middle, who knows about the end.

Genre: Romance, comedy, smut (later chapters)

01 | 02| 03| 04| 05| 06 |07| 08|09

Drabbles:

I can & I will

Disconnect

Neighbours know my name (unrelated)

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You sit at the far end of the couch, trying to make yourself as small as possible. You weren’t meant to be there. In Mark’s apartment. You meant to be at home, with Jungkook. Cuddling on the couch, watching reruns of Masterchef, talking about the events of today. Letting him stroke your hair as he drew out your true feelings in the magical way he did best. 

Startling you, a cup of steaming liquid is placed on the coffee table. 

“Drink this, it should relax you. “ he smiles down at you, hair flopping into his eyes.

You were not going to drink anything gave you. Considering he had basically kidnapped you. 

You shift in your seat, the leather groaning under your bare thighs.

He looks down at your exposed legs, you tug at your dress, trying to pull the non-stretchy material  over your knees. A short puff of air comes from his nose and he laughs. 

“Let me get you something to wear. You left some clothes here.” He turns away.

In a quiet voice, you say:

“They won’t fit.” You squeak. Knowing the only thing you had left in his possession was the tightly fitted dress you intended to wear out on the day he broke up with you. That day, you rushed out of his apartment, wearing nothing but your pyjamas.

He chuckles.

“That’s right. You’re growing our child. I guess you’ve bought some new clothes, even your maternity wear is sexy. Nothing much has changed.” He walks back over to you. The couch sinks in as he sits down, his hand rests on your exposed knee. You freeze. He was never violent or forceful when you were together but you were seeing a completely different side of him. 

“Still wearing short dresses like this one. We need to get you ready for motherhood. We’ll look online later for more appropriate clothes.” He pats your leg before standing up. 

“ I have some sweatpants somewhere.” He disappears into his bedroom. 

You frantically dig around in your bag for your phone and see that you still have no signal. You quickly swipe down and turn on the wifi. 

You connect. Four beautiful bars decorate the top of the screen.

‘Mark won’t let me leave’ 

Quickly pressing the resend button, you furiously type out a second message.

‘At Mark’s. Need you.’

You press send before shoving the device back into your bag. 

As you set your bag back down, Mark exits his bedroom, clutching a few clothes in his hands. Thankfully, his gaze was focused elsewhere and he didn’t notice you fiddling with your bag.

“I have these sweatpants, these should fit, and this hoodie was your favourite to steal, so I know it fits.” He walks over and places the clothes in your lap, over your clasped hands. 

You mutter a ‘thank you’ before standing up and grabbing the clothes.

“Where are you going?” He questions, eyebrows raised.

Your mouth hangs open in hesitation before you speak.

“I-I’m going to get changed.” You stutter, holding the clothes close to your chest, as if they could provide you comfort. But they had no arms to wrap around you, the only thing that wrap around your shaking body was fear.

“You can get changed here. Not like I haven’t seen it all before.” He slightly smirks.

Gulping, you create some distance between the two of you. You slowly place the clothes on the arm of the sofa, then you reach behind you, trying to unzip your dress. Before your fingers could touch the cool metal zip, you feel him pressed up behind you. His hands brush your hair to one side.

“Let me help you.” He drags the zip down your back, allowing his fingers to skim over exposed skin. You shudder as he places his chapped lips on your back.

“Done.” He whispers.

You nod, trying to keep your body still, but you couldn’t help but shake out of fear.

He moves back to sit on the couch, leaning back with his legs spread. You focus your gaze on a spot on the wallpaper, as you let the dress fall to the floor. You feel his eyes zone in on your belly. You quickly grab the hoodie and toss it over. Your head, shoving your arms through the sleeves. You opt to sit down to put on the sweatpants, deciding it would be better not to bend over in front of him. You slide the sweatpants on, one leg at a time, pulling the stretchy waistband over your precious bump. 

You pick up your dress and fold it, moving to place it in your handbag. Before you could do so, he snatches the dress from you, and walks over to the trashcan. He steps on the pedal and throws the floral clump of material in the metal can. The soft sound of the lid closing is all that you can hear. 

You eye your bag, so desperate to check your phone to see if Jungkook was on his way to rescue you.

Mark turns away from the bin, you look at him immediately. 

“No more of that. Only the best clothes for the mother of my child.” He sits down next to you, pulling you into him. Your body is tense as he tries to make you rest in the crook of his arm, he falls back on the plump couch.

“You know, my grandmother really adored you. She used to tell me how I should settle down with you.” He strokes your hair, fingers tangling in the curls that where becoming frizzy as he ran his fingers through them.

You knew he was very close with his grandmother, she basically raised him since he was 5 years old. Mark had a complicated relationship with his parents, he only saw them once a year. But his grandmother, he saw her every Sunday. If he could finish his work early enough, he would try his best to have dinner with her 3 times a week. When you dated, he introduced you to her, she was always very nice to you. Maybe she could talk some sense into him, there was no way that she would let him get away with this.

Slightly relaxing, to seem more believable.

“Maybe we should call her? She would like to hear that we’re back together, right?” You suggest.

His hand stops moving, his breath halts in his chest.

“She’s dead.”

You hold your breath.

“I’m so s-“ you start.

“She’s dead and I did nothing but disappoint her. I didn’t take school seriously, I didn’t get serious about my career until a year ago. I didn’t give her any grandchildren. And she’ll never see me do that.” He breathes out, leaning forward, to put his head in his hands. 

You were scared but you could start to see what was happening, he was clearly having an extreme reaction to his grandmother passing, this was him dealing with grief. If he came to you beforehand, no matter how much hurt he had caused you before, you would’ve comforted him. He was someone you once cared deeply for. But now, you were being kept against your will, you didn’t have a lot of sympathy for him.

“But I can fix this. I got you back, you’re having my kid.” He says, lifting his head out of his hands to look at you. Tears decorated the rims of his eyes, tears threatening to fall.

You bring on hand up to rest on his shoulder, shaking, you rub circles into his back. 

“I’m sure she was proud of you, no matter what. She loved you with her whole soul. With or without grandkids.” You lean forward, your face level with his, hoping that your words would bring him to his senses.

He looks at you briefly before quickly wiping his tears. 

“Let me make you some dinner. You still like Mac and cheese, right?” He stands up, ripping his tie off of his neck, unbuttoning a few buttons.

He doesn’t wait for you to reply, before heading to the kitchen to prepare the meal.

Unfortunately he lived in a open plan apartment, so he could keep an eye on you from the kitchen, there was no way you could check your phone without him seeing.

“Turn on the TV. Put on one of those shitty comedy shows you like to watch so much.” He remarks, reaching up in the cupboard to pull out a pot. 

You scoff to yourself, he was having a literal mental breakdown and he had the audacity to criticise your choice in TV. 

You search in the couch for the remote, where it usually was when you dated him. Along side the remote, you saw his car-keys with a little key fob attached. ‘Wifi-jammer’ was engraved into the side. It all clicks, it must’ve been turned on when you were in the car. You quickly turn the tv on, finding Netflix and choosing some cheesy comedy. You quietly shove the car keys back between the cracks of the sofa. 

Suddenly, your phone starts to ring, the vibration pushing through your bag, getting louder as it buzzes against the smooth leather of the couch.

Before you had the chance to reach into your bag, Mark runs across the room and snatches your bag up. You watch as his hands rummage through your tote and pulls out your phone case, the dangling charms almost mocking you with how freely they swing, reaffirming that you were trapped.

“He must be wondering where you are.” He chuckles, before turning off the device and tucking it into his back pocket.

Tears threaten to fall from your eyes, you were scared. Scared for you, scared for your baby.

Mark looks at you, eyes softening. His rough hand comes up to stroke your cheek. He presses his lips to yours. You don’t react. Lips closed tightly as he pecks your lips two times before returning to the kitchen. You bring your legs up under you as cower on the couch.

~~~~~~

Jungkook presses your contact once more as it goes straight to voicemail. He tries his best to keep focused as he presses his foot down on the gas. He didn’t know where Mark lived, so he had to ask the one person, besides you, who would know. Hyejin.

He had to go to her house first, considering she blocked him on everything, this was the only way he could get ahold of her.

He pulls up outside her building, parking crooked, leaving his lights on.

He dashes inside, bypassing the doorman, who greeted him in shock as he watched the young man call of the elevators. Jungkook waits, running his hands through his hair, biting his lip piercing.

The elevator arrives, and he frantically presses the number  he needed before repeatedly pressing the close door button.

He arrives to Hyejin’s floor, running to her door. He presses the doorbell and bangs on the door, hoping she’d come quickly.

The door doesn’t open but Hyejin’s voice comes out off the doorbell’s speaker.

“What do you want?” She says, her tone full of boredom.

“I need Mark’s address.” He stares at the door.

She snorts.

“Why? You wanna beat him up?”

He groans in frustration.

“Hyejin, I don’t have time for this! He literally kidnapped my girlfriend.”

The door opens.

“What?” She says in shock, her eyes opening wide.

“I don’t have time to explain, I don’t even know how to explain. Just give me the address, please.” 

She stares at him, arms folded.

“Why should I believe you? What if you’re just having a breakdown because your girlfriend left you?”

Jungkook drops to his knees and brings his hands up to press the together.

“I’m begging you. I don’t think she’s safe.”

Hyejin’s heart softens at the sight of her ex-boyfriend on the floor.

She gestures for him to get up.

Pulling her phone out of her pocket, her thumb moves a few times.

“I unblocked you and sent you the address.” She shuts the door. Leaning against the cold wood, a few tears escape her eye. She wonders if Jungkook would ever fight for her like he was fighting for you. If he felt anything for her at all?

~~~~~~

Jungkook takes the stairs and runs to his car. He clicks the address that was ent to him and lets his phone guide him to Mark’s apartment building.

He parks on the side of the road, his car up on the curb. He hears the parking attendant shouting at him as he runs inside the building. He calls the elevator, checking his phone as he presses the right number.

It feels like an hour before he gets to the floor, his heart beating loudly in his chest. He comes up to Mark’s door, he can hear the TV from outside, and the smell of food seeps through the door.

He rings the doorbell and hides from the camera’s view.

“I ordered some stuff for the nursery, it must’ve arrived.” He hears a deep voice say, before the door opens. 

He moves quickly and pushes Mark and makes his way into the apartment. Scanning the room, he sees you seated at the dining table, eyes red from tears.

He rushes towards you, arms encasing you. You sob as you wrap your arms around him.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” He pulls back slightly, to give you the once over.

You shake your head.

“Let’s go.” Jungkook pulls you up, your hand in his.

As soon as you walk away from the table, Mark is standing there with a knife in his hand.

“You’re not taking her anywhere.” 

~~~~

Another update, sorry its so short :(

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Tangled Strings Of Fate Chapter 03 - Texts

I thought it was a scam. When I first saw two new message notifications from an unknown number, I almost instinctively deleted them without a second thought. It was only when I caught a glimpse of the name at the end that I paused and decided to read them properly.

Unknown Number: Hey, sorry it took me longer than planned to send this—work got a bit hectic. I made a small list of things happening around Seoul, with dates and links to event details. Hope this helps make your time here more fun. I'm always around if you need rescuing again. — Joon

Unknown Number: [File attachment]

"Selina? You won't believe what I'm reading right now," I called out, standing behind the bathroom door.

"What is it? Did they close Namsan Tower to visitors today? Honestly, I wouldn't mind avoiding that climb after all the drinks last night," she groaned, barely opening her eyes as she opened the door.

"No, look!" I practically shoved my phone in her face. She took it, her bleary eyes squinting at the screen before they snapped wide open when she finished reading. Her head shot up to look at me.

"Wait... is this who I think it is?"

"It has to be. He checks all the boxes based on what we talked about."

"Damn, guess he didn't ghost you after all," she said, smirking.

"Right?! He said 'a small list,' but there are at least ten events here. Makes me feel kind of bad for jumping to conclusions—he really put in the effort." I trailed off, scrolling through the list.

"You know what'll make you feel even worse? Me, If I don't eat something soon. Go grab some food, and we'll look at the list and figure out what to say to him after. And don't forget more water—I'm dying over here!" With that, my sister practically pushed me out of the apartment, the door closing firmly behind me.

***

The list consisted of events going through all the way to the end of December, with the majority of them focused in Seoul and the rest in the surrounding regions that could easily be turned into a day trip. I felt bad for all the events that went past the time we were actually staying in the city, but the fact he dedicated so much time and effort into this put a smile on my face. I even felt warm despite the cold morning breeze hitting me as I made my way past the farmacy at  the corner towards the convenient store.

I was not even halfway through the list when a dog's bark burst the little bubble I had created around me while reading the list, blocking the rest of the world from me. I raised my eyes but there were no dogs in front of me and then a second bark made me turn around.

"Bam?" I hesitantly addressed the brown doberman in front of me. His lease was barely holding him in place, pulled by the same tattooed hand full of letters and symbols that had helped me up a couple of days ago. And as if the follow-up bark from Bam was not enough to solidify that it was indeed him, I was met with Ian's eyes looking straight into my own.

"Ian? " I asked to make sure I was not mistaking the person in front of me.

"Oh, Hana hi!" He waved and gave me one of his beautiful toothy smiles as he came closer to where I was standing.

I gave Bam a few pets before looking back at Ian.

"How are you?"

"I'm good, just taking Bam out for his morning walk. How about you, how's your hand?" He seemed a bit nervous while asking me, or so I thought of how he was fiddling with the lease, taking it in his left hand, and hiding his right hand in his pocket.

"Hand is good," I said while showing the small bandaid on my left palm. "I had some premium first aid so I am thankful for that!".

We both looked at each other and laughed at that witty comment.

"I'm heading down that road towards the convenience store down the street, how about you guys?"

"Umm yeah we are heading down that road too. There is a big open space near there that Bam likes to play around at".

"We can walk that way together then!" I said, offering a smile to which he nodded and signalled Bam to start walking.

"So do you and Bam go to this park around this time usually?" I was curious to know if this was some sort of coincidence or perhaps something else. I was a bit surprised I got to meet him twice randomly without having any means of communication with one another when I usually never even bump into my friends so often back home. But then again it could be just me interfering in his routine, trying to find something where there is obviously nothing.

"Actually we only started this week. I have been very busy with work up till now that I had taken Bam into an overnight care centre for the past few weeks. I'm trying to make up for the time we had apart by going out for walks at least 2-3 times a day due to this week being more relaxed."

Perhaps it was a coincidence after all. But an odd one still, considering it started the week we landed in Seoul.

"Aww, that must be rough on both of you. If it's okay to ask, what do you do for work that has you two separated for such long periods of time?"

"Yeah, no it's fine. I work in the entertainment industry. My work schedule often involves overnight work and even travelling so I rather he is with friends playing around in the centre than waiting alone for me at home. I don't feel it is fair to burden my family to take care of him so often either. He is my responsibility after all."

"All solid points. That's very mature of you. Nothing worse than pet owners neglecting them after they realise it burdens their lifestyle. Bam is very lucky to have you as his dad."

"Do you have any pets?"

"Unfortunately the only pets my parents allowed me to have were fish. I've always wanted to get a dog and I still want to get one in the future but like you said I want to be able to be there for my pet and not ask others to take care of them. Currently I am still finishing up my university degree so I will wait until I start getting properly paid before I commit to having a little doggy of my own."

"So you are still at uni? Damn, here I thought you might be closer to my age. No wonder I thought you looked young...". He said teasingly.

"Huh? Why, how old are you? And how old do you think I am?" I sounded a bit offended while asking.

He smiled teasingly as he added: "Hmm well I initially thought you'd be around 24 although you look quite young, but now I feel like you must be around 21? I'm 26 you see, in Korean age, 25 internationally i guess." I could feel the underlying cockiness in that response. I'd known about the whole age thing in Korea and the stigma around it but I guess Ian was about to be in for a treat.

"Well if that is the case" I started trying to hold in my smile, "I demand to be treated with more respect from someone clearly younger than me. I'm actually 26, in international age that is. And although I am flattered you think I look so young I actually am still in uni because I am getting a third degree, a doctorate."

His eyes widened looking at me after that response.

"You're messing with me right?"

"Why? Don't I strike you as someone capable of that?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Nonono, that is not what I meant. I had no doubts you were a smart person, I just thought you were younger that's all. Turns out you are a noona, figures..." he said smiling at the ground.

"Annyeonghaseyo!" The old man's voice from the convenience store I have been frequenting for the last couple of days  interrupted our conversation. He was standing outside instead of the back of the counter this morning, sweeping the front of the store.

"Annyeonghaseyo!" Both me and Ian bowed a bit with him lowering his black bucket hat to further cover his eyes in the process. The old man returned back inside while I turned towards Ian.

"It was nice seeing you and Bam again! Have a nice time at the park you two." I waved goodbye at both of them and headed inside the store.

I picked up the food for today and decided to get a big pack of water battles to help keep us more hydrated after yesterday's shenanigans. When I was walking back near the counter a particular toy ball caught my eyes. It was sparkly chocolate brown, totally what you would expect Bam in a toy ball form to look like. It was so cute I just could not resist the urge to get it and give it to Bam. Hopefully they would still be at the park nearby and I could give it to Ian and Bam. I never got to pay him back for all the pharmacy medications he got for my hand the other day either way.

The old man at the convenience store helped me carry the water bottles until the entrance of the store, talking too fast to me in Korean as if complaining. I only managed to understand "namja chingu" from his words which made me laugh awkwardly, shaking my hands and saying no to him. I was hoping he did not mistake Ian as my boyfriend, scolding him for leaving me alone to carry the water.

Leaving the store, I walked towards the nearby park hoping they would still be there. It was a small deviation from the way back to the apartment so even if they had left it would be fine. Upon reaching the park, I noticed Ian's silhouette from behind. He was sitting at a bench near the entrance playing with Bam, throwing him a stick while he ran back and forth with it. I approached the bench and set the water down with a louder thud than what I had intended. Ian jumped a bit on the noise and looked at me eyes wide. His expressions seemed to soften after realising it was me and not a stranger.

"Playing with sticks I see?" I asked as Bam dropped the stick in between us, eager for whoever from us was wanting to throw again for him.

"Yeah, I was a bit sleepy and in a hurry this morning. I forgot to bring any toys" He said, scratching the back of his bucket hat smiling at me. "Thankfully Bam does not mind such stuff and can be easily entertained."

"Well, as a responsible previous owner I have come to the rescue" I said as I reached in my jacket's pocket to get the ball out, holding it out for them both to watch. "Tada!"

"Oh? Where did you get that?"

"I saw it at the store and it looked like Bam if he were to be a ball so i just bought it for him. Hope that's okay? Take it as a thank you for the medications from last time, I never got to pay you back for that." I said as I extended the ball for him to take.

"Nono, you should give it to him instead if you got it for him." he responded, motioning towards Bam.

I smiled and extended the ball to Bam, allowing him to get familiar with the smell, telling him it was a gift for him. His tail started waiving a lot, jumping around my hand holding the ball. I took that as a hint to throw the ball away for him to go fetch. Both Ian and I let a small laugh out smiling at Bam's cuteness chasing after the ball.

"And you don't need to thank me by the way." Ian added once Bam bolted towards the ball.

"Huh?"

"You said you didn't get to thank me for the pharmacy stuff the other day. Don't feel like you owe me anything. It was the least I could do." he explained.

I smiled at him. "Noted. Still, keep the ball for Bam. It was really nothing for me either. He is too cute and deserves it."

Bam came running back to us and dropped the ball to my feet jumping around demanding more.

"You've done it now." Ian said. "Now you're stuck throwing him the ball for a while..." laughing at Bam's eagerness.

"Awww, that sounds so nice. Much better than having to carry all these water bottles back to the flat actually" I said while petting Bam.

"Stay." Ian said almost immediately.

"I mean you can stay for a bit if you want and I can help you carry them back. Up until the pharmacy if that makes you feel safer. "

I smiled at his offer, feeling a strange sense of warmth at his casual but genuine concern. "You sure?" I asked, glancing at the water bottles he had offered to carry.

Ian nodded confidently. "Absolutely. Besides, it's not often I have company like this. I wouldn't mind helping out."

I paused, considering his words. The idea of company didn't seem so bad, especially with how peaceful the park was. "Alright," I agreed after a moment. "But only if you're sure."

Ian grinned, reaching down to ruffle Bam's fur as the dog trotted back to us, still excited from the ball chase. "I insist. Let's make a deal – you throw the ball, and I'll carry the water. That way, we both win."

"Well, if you put it that way..." I said, leaning down to pet Bam again, who had returned with the ball and was already nudging it toward me. I laughed, appreciating the gesture.

"Deal."

As we walked down the park path together, the air between us felt light, almost effortless. Bam's playful barks filled the quiet as I kept tossing the ball, and Ian kept pace with me, carrying the water bottles as promised. It was strange, in a way, how comfortable this moment felt, like we'd known each other much longer than we actually had.

"Hold on," I said, stepping back a bit and getting my phone out to focus the camera on Bam. "Is it okay if i take some pictures? He's just too cute right now."

Ian chuckled and gave me a nod and I snapped a few pictures of Bam, who was now sitting attentively with his tongue hanging out, as if he knew he was being photographed. "You're turning him into a little model," Ian joked, watching as I crouched down for a few more shots of Bam mid-fetch while I kept throwing the ball at him a few more times.

"Well, he makes it easy," I replied, grinning as I reviewed the photos. Bam was an absolute natural in front of the camera, his energy and joy radiating through the shots.

"Here, check these out," I said, scooting closer to Ian and holding the phone out to show him. I swiped through a few pictures of Bam leaping in the air, ears flopping, and his tail wagging furiously.

Ian leaned in, and I could feel the warmth of his presence as he studied the photos with an amused grin. "Wow, these are actually great! You've got an eye for this."

I blushed a little at the compliment, shrugging it off. "It's easy when the subject is adorable."

"Yeah, you've definitely captured his personality," Ian said, his eyes still focused on the screen. "Do you think you could send me those? I'd love to have them."

"Of course!" I said, smiling brightly. "Let me just Airdrop them to you."

Ian blinked, his lips curling into a smirk. "Airdrop, huh? Well, that's a problem, because we haven't even exchanged numbers yet."

I paused, I was pretty sure you don't need to exchange numbers to do an airdrop.  Although, I wouldn't mind getting his contact details and getting to know him better so i decided to play along. "Oh, right! I guess we should fix that, huh?" I laughed, suddenly feeling a bit flustered. I handed my phone to him. "Here, put your number in, and I'll send the pics over."

Ian took my phone after placing the water bottles on a nearby bench, typing in his number before handing it back with a grin. "There you go. Feel free to text them to me instead."

I smiled, trying not to overthink his words as I added him to my contacts. I selected the pictures I had taken of Bam and sent them over to Ian, and within seconds, his phone pinged with the new images.

"Got 'em," he said, holding up his phone with a smile. "These are seriously great—thanks for capturing him like this."

"Anytime," I replied, feeling a bit proud of how well the photos had turned out. Just then, Bam came bouncing back toward us with his usual enthusiasm, dropping the ball at my feet and staring at me with an intense look, as if saying, *Throw it again!*

We continued our walk, leaving the small park and merging onto the sidewalk. Ian held onto Bam's leash, while Bam trotted happily beside him, the ball I'd bought still clutched in his mouth. It was a quieter stretch now, with no room for more ball tossing, but Bam didn't seem to mind, happily chewing on his new toy as we walked.

The pharmacy came into view at the corner, and I felt the subtle shift as we neared the end of our time together. The weight of the water bottles in Ian's hand reminded me he was still helping out, but I didn't want to drag him too far out of his way.

As we reached the pharmacy, I turned to Ian, smiling. "Looks like this is my stop. "Thanks for helping me carry the water."

Ian shifted the bottles towards me and handed them over with a grin. "No problem at all. It was nice hanging out with you—and Bam's pretty happy with his new ball, so I'd say it was a win. He's not gonna let go of it now, that's for sure."

We both laughed, the moment light and easy. As we stood there, a small pause lingered between us, comfortable yet unspoken. I adjusted the water bottles in my hands, smiling at Ian and Bam, who was still proudly clutching the ball.

"You know," Ian said, breaking the silence with a thoughtful smile, "Bam could use more walks like this. Maybe we could do this again sometime—like another morning or evening?"

I blinked in surprise, though I wasn't taken aback by the suggestion. In fact, it sounded nice. "Yeah? I'd like that. Morning walks sound great, actually," I replied, meeting his eyes. "I usually am the one to go to the store in the morning either way so i can get away without my sister feeling left out."

"Perfect," he said, the casualness in his voice not quite hiding the hint of excitement. "I can text you to figure out a time that works, maybe tomorrow morning?"

"Tomorrow works," I nodded, smiling a little wider. "Let me know what time Bam's usually up for a walk. I assume he's an early riser?"

Ian chuckled, glancing down at Bam, who looked up at us with those eager eyes. "Oh, definitely. He'll wake me up at dawn if I'm not careful."

We both laughed, the ease between us reassuring.

"I'll text you tonight, then," Ian said, stepping back slightly, giving a small wave. "Thanks again for the ball—it's safe to say Bam loves it."

"I'm glad," I replied, waving back. "See you tomorrow, then."

With a final wave, I turned toward the pharmacy and he started walking in the opposite direction with Bam, his pace steady and natural, not lingering or looking back. As I walked, I couldn't help but smile to myself, feeling a sense of ease about the day and the possibility of what could come next.

***

The rest of the day went according to plan. Selina and I made our way to the Namsan Tower with lots of street food stops and pictures along the way. We reached the top of the lookout during sunset time and the place was filled with couples.

"Just great!" Selina said, rolling her eyes looking at all the couples being all cute and loving while putting locks around the railings.

"Don't hate cause you ain't them! You know you totally would do the same if you were in a relationship" I nudged her getting an eyeroll at myself.

We took some more pictures and chatted as we admired the breathtaking view of Seoul from the top. The warm hues of the sunset cast a romantic glow over the city, contrasting with our single status. Eventually, we made our way down, feeling content with our little adventure.

As we walked back toward the subway, Selina's phone buzzed. She glanced at it and grinned. "It's from Aera! She's inviting us to dinner tonight. Seon-Jae is busy so it's going to be an only girls dinner."

"Sounds fun! I could use a good meal after all that walking."

By the time we reached the restaurant, it was already buzzing with life. The girls waved us over from a large wooden table in the back.

"Hey, you two made it!" Nabi said as we approached the table. My sister and I took a seat opposite of them. 

"Hope you are down for soju again tonight. We've already ordered a bunch of food."

The table was soon filled with grilled meat, kimchi, seafood pancakes, and a variety of side dishes. The scent was intoxicating, and the atmosphere was lively, with laughter and chatter filling the air.

"So, how was Namsan Tower?" Aera asked.

"It was beautiful, actually! A lot of couples up there doing the lock thing," I replied, glancing at Selina, who smirked.

Selina jumped in, "Yeah, a bit too much PDA for my taste, but the view was worth it."

The girls chuckled, raising their glass. "You'll get used to it. Seoul's full of that kind of stuff. But who needs guys when you have awesome girlfriends.  Cheers!!"

We toasted to the day and began digging into the food.

We were 3 bottles of soju in when Selina abruptly asked:

"Omg Hana, did you ever reply to Dimples?!"

My eyes widened, the pickled radish I was holding with my chopsticks dropping from my grip.

"Wait, who is Dimples?" Aera asked.

"Joon! I mean the guy that helped Hana the first day we landed when she almost got lost!" Selina quickly filled the girls in. "You forgot didn't you?" she asked back at me.

"I... fuckkkk!" I said dropping the chopsticks I was holding. "I was going over the message in the morning, but then I bumped into Ian and it slipped my mind and when I  came back to the house we had to leave and all the exploring today ughhh..." I quickly checked my watch. It was 7:23pm.

"Wait wait, and who is Ian?" Nabi asked this time.

"That's the "fate guy" with the dog. We don't have a cool nickname for him yet." Selina explained.

"Oh là là!" Nabi said giggling.

"Despite all the complaining about the couples, it looks like you've got options, Hana. Juggling two guys already—what a player!" Aera winked.

I groaned, sinking lower in my chair, trying to hide my embarrassment. "No, no, it's not like that at all! It's just... everything happened so fast."

Nabi leaned in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "So, what's the deal with this Joon guy—aka Dimples?"

I sighed, deciding to give the girls a little bit more details than yesterday. I even showed them the messages with the detailed events that he had sent over.

"And now you've got Ian in the mix?" Nabi teased, raising an eyebrow. "Looks like a classic K-drama love triangle brewing here."

Selina chuckled. "Seriously! You better figure out who the male lead is and who's just the second lead before it gets messy."

"Ian's just a guy with a cute dog!" I said defensively, though I could feel my cheeks heating up. I blamed it on the alcohol. "Although I randomly ran into him again this morning and bought his dog a toy and stayed at the park with him before he helped me  carry my groceries back and arranged to potentially meet again..." I closed my eyes listening to myself say all that outloud.

The girls burst into laughter, clearly enjoying the drama more than I was.

"Uh-huh, just a guy with a dog," Aera teased, taking a swig of her drink. "And now you're planning another meet-up? With groceries and dog walking involved? Hana, that's basically K-drama foreplay."

"Stop!" I groaned, covering my face with my hands. "It's not like that. He's just... nice! And Bam—his dog—is adorable."

Nabi leaned back in her chair, swirling her drink thoughtfully. "Sure, he's nice, but does he have dimples?"

I shot her a glare, and she raised her hands in mock surrender.

"Okay, but seriously," Selina cut in, suddenly focused. "You need to reply to Joon. Like, now. The poor guy's probably thinking you ghosted him after he went through the effort of sending that list."

I knew she was right. Guilt tugged at me as I pulled out my phone, seeing the message from Joon. I hesitated for a second, feeling the weight of all the teasing.

"What do I even say?" I asked, suddenly feeling more tipsy than before.

"Easy!" Aera chimed in, "You apologise for being busy, maybe throw in a joke about rescuing you from more awkward tourist moments, and keep it light. You don't want it to seem like you're trying too hard."

Nabi nodded. "Yeah, keep it cool, but also don't wait too long. If he's anything like I'm picturing from what you said, guys like him probably have a lot of girls sliding into their DMs."

I rolled my eyes but took their advice, quickly typing out a response:

Hana: Hey Joon! Sorry for the late reply. Things got busy after we met, and I've been all over Seoul exploring—thanks so much for that list, though! I'm definitely going to check some of these out. You might need to rescue me again sometime 😂. Hope you've been well! —Hana.

I hovered over the "send" button, biting my lip.

"Do it!" Selina urged, practically bouncing in her seat.

I hit send and tossed my phone onto the table. The girls cheered, raising their glasses once more.

"To Hana finally replying to Dimples!" Aera announced, and we all clinked our glasses again.

"Now, what are you gonna do about Ian?" Selina smirked.

"Ugh, one crisis at a time!" I groaned. "He hasn't texted me yet, so no need to think about that for now."

***

The rest of the evening went by with us chatting about everything and nothing. At one point, the girls decided to call Seon-Jae, trying to convince him to join us for drinks. But he was busy helping his cousin clean up a set from today's shoot so they could finish early—apparently, his cousin works in the entertainment industry too. A lot of people here seem to have connections like that.

Aera, in her tipsy state, asked Seon-Jae to get his cousin to include her in some future work. He just laughed and said goodbye before hanging up—it was probably a request he heard all the time.

It was 9 p.m. by the time we left the restaurant, saying goodbye to Aera and Nabi, and walking in the opposite direction toward our place. That's one of the things I loved about Seoul—it was alive, even at night. The streets were busy, but not chaotic, and we could comfortably walk back without a worry in the world.

"Man, that was fun!" Selina stretched her arms above her head, yawning. "But I'm so ready to collapse."

"Same," I nodded, feeling the buzz of soju still humming under my skin. "But I need to wind down first."

We reached our apartment a few minutes later, and as soon as we got in, Selina threw herself on the couch, while I went to grab some water. After guzzling half a bottle, I flopped next to her and picked up my phone, remembering that I still hadn't heard back from Joon. The last time I checked, I felt okay about my message, but now the anticipation was starting to gnaw at me.

And then, just as I was about to put my phone down, a notification popped up: Dimples.

I opened it, expecting something lighthearted, but the message was short and... oddly formal.

Dimples: Glad you found the list useful. I've been busy too. Have fun at the events.

I stared at the screen, blinking. It was such a shift from his original friendly tone. The "I'm always around if you need rescuing" vibe seemed to have vanished into thin air.

"Uh... okay," I muttered, rereading the message. Selina peeked over my shoulder.

"Ouch. That's dry," she said, raising an eyebrow. "What happened to the fun, charming Dimples who helped you out the other day?"

"I have no idea," I groaned, sinking into the cushions. "It feels... off, right?"

"Totally. But, hey, maybe he's just having a rough day? Or, like, he's actually super busy with work," she offered, though she didn't sound convinced either. "Anyway, did you check out the list he sent you?"

"Yeah, I went through it earlier." I pulled up the list again, scrolling down. "There's an exhibit tomorrow of this artist I really like. I was thinking of going."

Selina sat up a bit, her curiosity piqued. "Ooh, that's perfect! You should totally ask Dimples to go with you."

I hesitated. "But after that dry reply? I don't know..."

"Girl, who cares?" Selina nudged me. "Just ask! If he's busy, he'll say no. But if he's free, maybe it'll be a chance to clear the air. Besides, I'm gonna be hanging out with my friends tomorrow, checking out the university, so you might as well go with someone. You are more than welcome to join us after the exhibit if he never shows."

She had a point. I was excited about the exhibit, but the idea of going alone now felt a little less appealing. I glanced at Selina, who was already making plans for her day with her future classmates. The tickets were $5 each since it was sponsored so I wasn't losing much anyway. Who cares indeed!

"Okay, fine. I'll ask," I said, pulling up Joon's chat again. I typed out a message:

Hana: Hey, so I bought tickets to this exhibit tomorrow, was planning to go with my sister but she's ditching me to hang out with her friends 😂 If you're free and want to go, you can totally take her spot! If not, no worries.

I hit send before I could second-guess myself, then tossed the phone onto the coffee table, hoping I didn't come off too desperate.

"You sent it?" Selina asked.

"Yeah, it's out there now." I exhaled, trying to shake off the nerves. "Now I just have to wait and see."

But instead of Joon replying, my phone buzzed a few minutes later, and it was Ian.

Ian: Hey, just checking in—does sunrise tomorrow work for the dog walk? I'll be at the park early with Bam if you're down. Let me know!

I smiled a little, happy at how promptly he got back to me. The idea of a sunrise walk sounded kind of nice, actually. I glanced at the clock—it was already getting late, but if I set my alarm early enough, I could make it.

"Who is it now?" Selina asked, looking up from her phone.

"Ian. He's asking if I want to go for an early morning walk tomorrow."

Selina smirked, clearly pleased. "See? You're in demand. Dimples can wait. Go enjoy your morning walk with Mr. Fate."

I rolled my eyes but couldn't help but smile as I replied:

Hana: Sunrise sounds perfect! See you and Bam bright and early.

I put my phone down, feeling a little lighter. Even if things with Joon felt a bit off, at least tomorrow promised a nice start.

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[sserajeans]

new year superstitions

ahn yujin x fem! reader

synopsis: yujin is tired and homesick on new year's eve, being the leader of one of kpop's most successful groups isn't an easy job. good thing y/n is, well, a simp.

others + genre: fluff, y/n is in fromis and an '03 liner, closest to jiheon, established relationship, THEY'RE SO CU-

notes: THIS WAS NOT PROOFREAD, i finished this at 3am in the morning with school the next day forgive me

you were met with the bright flash of a hundred cameras the moment your manager opened the doors to the company cars. it was finally time for the biggest year-end award show of the year and the event started with the red carpet as usual.

"jesus it's so fucking cold." you muttered as you kept up a straight smile while waving at cameras with the rest of your group. "why do men get to wear 3 layers of suits..."

jiheon and chaeyoung who stood beside you did their best to hide their laughter, looking down briefly before putting back the camera-ready expression. with the off-shoulders and the short skirts, they couldn't agree more.

nagyung and jiwon who stood a bit farther looked at the three of you with questioning looks, not letting the confusion get to the best of them in public.

just as you were directed to leave the red carpet, you caught a glimpse of ive leaving their own car led by their one and only leader, ahn yujin.

and for a moment you swore you almost tripped on your feet on the way down the stairs.

luckily chaeyoung had spiderman reflexes and gripped your forearm asap. yujin from a few meters behind briefly exhaled a sigh of relief before proceeding to pose with her groupmates as well.

hours felt like years. by this time, everyone had performed their equally jaw-dropping stages, and all the artists were on their way their dorms to celebrate the birth of another year.

as soon as you removed your shoes, you collapsed on the couch, exhaustion taking over your body.

"hey, don't forget your plan, simp." jiheon whispered straight into your ear, causing you to look up almost immediately.

she started laughing uncontrollably which brought chaeyoung and seoyeon (who had thankfully already showered into pajamas) to the couch, joining them.

"what's up?" chaeyoung huffed as she plopped down on your ass, a loud grunt exiting your mouth from the sudden weight.

"y/n-ie needs to be a good girlf–"

"JIHEON!"

you sat up almost immediately and made a beeline for your shared room with jiheon, removing your makeup and changing into more comfortable clothes.

you left as soon as you finished what you had to do, leaving no time for your older members to question your plans.

"where's she off to? seriously." seoyeon asked with a hint of concern laced in her words.

"simp duties! she'll be back, don't worry." jiheon stood up and made her way to the bathroom. she looked back to add on to her words, "and if saerom-unnie asks just say she went for a grocery run."

after a while, you stood outside the door, ringing the doorbell twice. in your hands you had bags of chips, drinks, and a fleece blanket.

"y/n! yujin i guess?" you nodded as wonyoung held the door open for you to enter. "she's in her room. been a bit down since we arrived though, gotta warn you."

"thanks, won." you exchanged smiles before making your way to your girlfriend's room. you greeted the other members as well who seemed busy preparing for a little new years celebration.

you knocked three times to signal your presence.

"come in." a monotonous muffled voice you knew too well came from the room. you smiled to yourself, already bursting with excitement at the thought of spending time with yujin for the first time in a while.

you opened the door, greeted by the back of your lover's head. she was on her phone, scrolling through some social media before realizing it was you who entered.

you jumped straight for her back, arms immediately wrapping around her waist. she had initial thoughts of panic at first, but eventually relaxed the second the scent of your perfume hit.

the tickle war (mostly you keeping her from escaping) lasted a couple minutes before you let go; your energy had already been used for the slightly dangerous dance break your agency made you do for the award show.

"hi." you giggled as she rolled around and rested her face on your chest.

"hi." her voice slightly muffled, "you seriously came?"

"i stick to my word!" you kissed the top of her head before grabbing your phone to look at the time.

11:55 p.m.

"hey, i brought a blanket and snacks. lets crash the rooftop?" she looked up, a wide smile on her face as she nodded in agreement. "fireworks are always the best from up there."

she jumped up almost immediately and grabbed a folding mattress for the sake of comfort.

you took a few seconds, smiling at the sight of yujin being the happy puppy her fans always described her to be. she was running around to make sure everything was complete before you finally stood up to take the stairs.

"we're going to the roof!" you announced, items in one hand, the other wrapped around your girlfriend's shoulders.

"stay warm!" you heard gaeul reply back right before you closed the door that led to the topmost level of the building.

it wasn't the best, but it was large space with a couple of outlets, so anyone could make do with it when needed.

you set down the mattress and arranged the snacks before sitting down, a sigh making itself heard once more.

yujin followed, her head finding its way to rest on your shoulder. she hummed in relaxation as she took in the sight of the city lights.

"thank you."

you leaned your head on hers, looking up at the sky. it was so empty that night, usually there'd be a couple stars to spot.

"i'm stopping myself from saying an incredibly cheesy line."

"good."

11:58 pm

"you know, there's actually this belief where whatever you do on new year's is what you'll be doing for the rest of that year."

"really?"

you chuckled, looking back at a memory from when you were younger. your mother had told you to jump multiple times, saying something about how it would help your height.

you definitely owe her one.

11:59 pm

"yeah! so my mom would always make sure we all slept in the same house for that specific night."

yujin smiled at the thought of a younger you, or maybe just the thought of you in general. she was just so relaxed and happy after such a long month of endless schedules, she finally found her place to rest for a while.

and that was you.

10.... 9....

"well if that's the case..."

8... 7...

"i'd never say no to another year with you."

6... 5...

the two of you looked at each other, small but warm smiles worn on both of your faces. you took one final look in her eyes, your faces drawing nearer as you heard the countdown being yelled from the rest of your neighbors.

4... 3...

"i never understood what people meant when they saw stars in someone's eyes."

2... 1...

"but i guess i got it figured out when i met you."

countless fireworks bursted into the sky, painting the plain darkness with color. yet you swore nothing would shine brighter than the look in her eyes as your lips met the moment everyone yelled out a "happy new year!"

a kiss, one so long and sweet, that told the both of you everything that the other had to say. you both pulled away eventually, and after minutes of admiring the way the multiple colors of fireworks lit up the face of your lover, you gave another kiss to her forehead.

"happy new year."

yujin giggled at the touch of your lips on her skin and gave a kiss on the cheek before resting her forehead on your shoulder, the position forcing her to look at the floor where your hands laid intertwined.

"happy new year... i love you, you know?"

"yup, and i love you more."

"seo y/n, do you want to argue for the rest of the year?"

"no ma'am..."

you both sat to admire the last of the fireworks, multiple bursting throughout the city. some even accompanied by horns and joyful cheers.

CLICK!

yujin covered her eyes at the camera flashing behind the two of you, prompting you to quickly look back in panic.

"who is tha-"

"BAEK JIHEON HOW DID YOU EVEN GET HERE?"

[msikwan]

"Grandmother" – Spidey6koo.

this is actually my FIRST time making a fic, and it's not even ready yet.

I'M OPEN TO SUGGESTIONS !!!

please, i really want some tips of how can I improve etc etc etc. English is not my first language, and I used Google translate for a lot of things here.

(In this AU, Gabriella lost her parents just a few months ago, and her custody passed to her grandmother, Conchata. She just turned 13, and she has already gone through the canonical event of becoming a Spider-Girl. Connie isn't very kind, and she hasn't gone through a redemption arc yet.)

It was night, 7:03 pm, no signal of Gabi anywhere. Conchata was pretty worried, where the shock did that girl go? She tried calling her but didn't get any response.

— "If you're listening to this, it means that I can't pick up now!" Conchata rolled her eyes as soon as this message played, it was the fifth time she heard this — "If this is an emergency, just call my mom or dad instead. Ok, bye!".

Gabriella was taking care of some villains in Downtown, just going through her daily routine as a hero. With each passing day, she became better and more experienced in saving the city from threats, but while this helped her, it also affected her personal life.

She and her grandmother, Conchata, had a complicated relationship. She was going through the trauma and grief of losing both parents in an accident, and Connie was trying to overcome the death of the son she always mistreated, and who only came to realize what she had done when he died. They should support each other, but that's not what happened.

Due to her grief, Conchata was not very affectionate and did not know how to deal with Gabriella. Even when her parents were alive, the two of them didn't interact much, Conchata was never a present figure in Gabi's life.

Connie didn't know how to deal with Gabi, and sometimes, she didn't even want to. Gabriella didn't know her grandmother well enough to open up.

After checking the neighborhood for the last time, Gabi decided to return home.

They lived in an apartment, it was comfortable, but not very cozy. Gabriella entered through the back window, silently, trying not to attract Conchata's attention.

— "Where the shock were you? It's almost 8:30 pm. I deserve an explanation." — Gabi didn't even notice Conchata's presence, she didn't have a spider-sense and she wasn't even paying much attention to her surroundings other than the noises.

PLEASE tell me your opinion about it, I've never written a fanfic before and, I have to admit, it's cool af !1!1!1!1!!1

[beverly-williams]

“Addiction is a process that starts with pain and ends with pain.” – Unknown

November 11th, 2023

“Thank you so much for your service,” Beverly was smiling, shaking the hand of the seventy-year-old veteran who was next in line to receive their free meal.

The older man returned the smile, giving Bev as firm of a handshake as he could manage before joining the others in line.

It was Veteran’s Day and like the year previous, Beverly closed Locke Studios to volunteer her time at the local VA center. Following her generous spirit, most of her barbers had also been able to attend.

The Locke Studios barbers were spread throughout the event, some working in the kitchen, others serving food while the rest helped veterans carry their trays of food to their tables. Beverly helped organize the line, funneling in the veterans that were just arriving, greeting them, and conversing with them if they so desired to carry on a conversation.

Her heart felt full watching the sight before her. There was laughter and joy radiating throughout the facility and she had been a part of helping foster that environment.

Suddenly, there was pain. The tightness gripping her heart caused Beverly’s smile to disappear. Luis, one of her barbers, had glanced over and noticed the drastic change.

“Hey boss, you alright?” Luis commented, leaving his station after signaling for someone to step in and take over. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, ushering her to the side. He stepped in front of her, staring at her face that had lost all color.

Beverly tried to shake it off, nodding to answer his question. Truthfully, she couldn’t speak. Her heart was palpitating quickly, making her feel lightheaded and nauseous. One wrong movement and Beverly feared her heart would explode. Was this a heart attack?

“I’m fine, Luis,” Bev managed to say, her mouth dry. She took a step back, removing herself from his hold. It wasn’t that she was uncomfortable with his touch, Luis was like a brother to Bev, but she felt as though she was suffocating. “Let’s get back to it, yeah?” she said, motioning to their stations they had left behind.

Luis stared at Beverly, not believing what she was saying but he had no choice in the matter. “Alright,” he said, glancing up at the clock. “Well, it’s 11:03. Let’s give it an hour and see how you feel then,” he declared firmly before leaving her side.

An hour passed yet the symptoms had lingered long after the initial onset. Though they were not as strong, Beverly felt uneasy. Though the panic attack had subsided, the pain remained. Her chest felt tight throughout the day though she did her best to mask her symptoms.

Throughout the event, Beverly could be seen with a smile on her face. It wasn’t until she was driving home that she was able to release the emotions she had bottled inside. She allowed herself to cry, not understanding why she felt so emotional and drained. Even after, her emotional release did very little to calm her uneasiness.

It was six in the evening when there was a knock at her door. Beverly used the remote to pause the show she had been watching, wondering if she had imagined the knocking. Her question was answered seconds later when the second knock came. A voice followed, “Miss Williams, it’s the Los Angeles Police Department.”

Beverly felt paralyzed. Something was wrong. Why would they be here? Did her shop get broken into? It wasn’t until the third knock that Bev forced herself to move. Her hand rubbed her chest, her heart aching as the heartbeat began to pick up pace once more.

She peered through the peephole and opened the door. “Hello, yes, hi. I’m sorry, I was --,” she started to say but stopped, her smile fading upon seeing the solemn faces of the men who stood at her door. “What happened?” she dared to ask, her voice small and afraid of their answer.

With a heavy sigh, both officers removed their caps and held them to their chests. Beverly felt her legs give out, knowing what they were about to say.

Officer Barnes caught Beverly before she collapsed, steadying her on her feet. “Miss Williams, you need to stay with us, okay?” he said to her, his voice gentle yet calm. It was a stark contrast to how she felt.

Tears were quickly falling from her eyes, cascading down her cheeks in rapid, flowing rivers. “It’s…Matt, isn’t it?” she asked, her voice breaking with each word.

The officer wrapped his arm around Beverly’s waist, holding her against his side. Bev felt as though her legs had no strength, she could not stand. She held onto the man with the little strength she had, her heart pounding so loud, she could hardly hear Officer Camdzic speak.

“We’re so sorry, Miss Williams. Your brother, Matthew Williams, was found this morning during a welfare check. He and Miss Ortega were both deceased upon arrival. They both are having autopsies done and though we have not received the results yet, it is our assumption that they died of a drug overdose. We found heroin in the apartment,” Officer Camdzic explained gently, meeting Beverly’s gaze.

Everything that Beverly feared that come to life. The last of her family was gone. Her baby brother that she had tried to protect since the age of one was now gone, just as their mother and father before him. The light within Beverly flickered out, a flame she had clung to for years.

Trying to process everything they had said was difficult. She didn’t understand several things they had mentioned. Welfare check and a name she did not recognize. Suppressing the bile that was threatening to surface, she managed to speak. “I don’t understand. Why was there a welfare check? For what? And who is Miss Ortega? A roommate? Did she live with him?” she asked, her voice hollow.

Officer Camdzic glanced at Officer Barnes before looking at Beverly to address her questions. “Miss Williams, were you unaware of your brother’s relationship with Vanessa Ortega? There have been welfare checks since their son, Michael Williams, was born. Miss Ortega had been under the influence of illegal substances when she gave birth to Michael. They had temporarily lost custody until both completed the requirements to regain custody…” he stated, eyeing Beverly.

More lies and deceit. The reality of everything Matthew had hidden from her was coming to the surface. Another betrayal, more anger. It was what fueled Beverly to finally be able to stand on her own.

“You mean to tell me I have a nephew and I was never contacted?! He could have been here with me instead of being thrown into the system!” Beverly exclaimed, her chest rising and falling quickly. Panic. “Where is he? Where is Michael? I need to see him!”

“Michael is with CPS. He cannot be released until morning. We can give you the information to the office. They open at 9AM. If you choose to take custody of Michael, it will need to be granted by a judge and there is a process, but you do have a choice. You do not have to take custody of Michael if you do not want it,” Officer Barnes explained.

Beverly knew the process. She had been through it herself many years prior. She said nothing. It was all too much to process in such a short amount of time though there was one thing she knew for certain; she would do all within her power to bring her nephew home.

The officers left her apartment after giving Beverly the information she needed to contact them and find the CPS office that would be processing Michael’s case.

It was 7 o’clock. Fourteen hours until she could go for Michael. That night, Beverly couldn’t sleep. Grief and anger crept in like waves, crashing over her and engulfing her all at once. She never felt so low.

When the sun rose and brought in the new day, Beverly pushed herself through the motions of preparing herself but how could she mentally prepare? She had lost her brother and learned about her nephew in the same breath. How was she going to get through this?

The vibrating of her cellphone snapped her out of thoughts. She had almost dropped it. His name and face lit up the screen; Ace was calling. Did something happen?

She answered the call. “Ace,” she said, her voice hollow and empty, breaking in her attempt to say more.

There was a pause on the other side. “Where are you? I’m coming,” Ace said.

Beverly was not one to ask for help or let her friends know she was struggling but Bev had never felt so gutted. She needed help to make it through the day, knowing she had to hold herself together to bring her nephew home.

“I’m home,” Beverly told him, her eyes beginning to water once again as she stared at the plate of untouched breakfast. “Okay.”

[lndslorepuzzler]

World Underneath: Sealed In Dust

Part 01: Whispers

A young man in a duckbill hat and an older man in a raincoat exchange verbal barbs and a briefcase that still smells like an explosion; the older man (who has been watching EVER) is careful not to touch it with his bare hands as he opens it to expose 4 pieces of yellowed paper.

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Part 02: "Unicorn"

Subject Anomalies Record (directly transcribed) Recorder: Josephine, Gaia Research Center, Unicorn Team, Researcher/Team Leader Date: Observation No.5, Day 42 Anomalies: Subject 001 regained vital signs after death. Details: Subject 001: Female, Evol: Anhaunsen Class Day 41 of Observation: 2:00AM For reasons unknown (suspected to be a researcher's mishandling of the subject,) the subject's energy values rapidly increased and peaked at 2:39AM. It resulted in a powerful energy burst within her body (no casualties or equipment was damaged.) All vital signs disappeared after the explosion. Day 42 of Observation (Today): 4:00PM Vital sign monitors suddenly restarted and slowly transmitted data again. Heart rate, breathing, and brain activity resumed. Not only did Subject 001 appear to be alive again, but energy values also returned to normal. A comprehensive physical examination revealed a newly created, unidentified substance in her heart.

Experiment Notes (summary): Josephine is of mixed emotions about the event; if the thing in the subject's heart is an unknown element, "then what kind of existence is she?" The group collectively decide to tall the element Aether, and thus the object in the subject's heart is called an "Aether Core." It is quietly determined that the only way to study the subject's 'resurrection' is to kill her again, to see if the subject wakes up. She calls the subject a "unicorn." Josephine finds herself unable to give a vote of approval for the process, despite believing that Subject 001 "holds too many secrets that are worth researching and carries an unpredictable amount of energy;" she "still can't ignore that (Subject 001) is a child."

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Part 03: Observation Log (summary)

Observer: Josephine Entry No. 1 They have taken to calling the girl Unicorn. After her 'resurrection,' all memories and cognition of her previous 'life' was erased; though she is able to pick up, absorb, and understand information far above the capabilities of her peers. Entry No. 2 The girl uses the Resonance Evol unconsciously. Entry No. 3 The voting results result in the beginning of experiments to kill Unicorn in an observation unit. The energy is agitated to the point where it burst, and Unicorn 'dies.' She wakes up again, and the energy of the Aether Core is even stronger than it already was. Josephine is begins to struggle with emotional attachment to the subject.

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Part 04: Post-Catastrophe Journal (summary)

Day 49, Post-Chronorift Catastrophe, Sunny The Gaia Research Center was destroyed, and Subject 001 was lost. Josephine found her in a shelter, and the girl called her 'Grandma,' though she'd never learned the term, and didn't appear to recognize her. Josephine brings her home. Day 75, Post-Chronorift Catastrophe, Sunny The little girl is still with Josephine. "Her memory is like a faint signal, intermittent and sometimes wavering." She continues to take care of her. *1

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Part 05: Journal Entry 4 (summary)

Day 134, Post-Chronorift Catastrophe, Sunny Josephine has been unable to get into contact with any of the researchers she worked with. She wonders about the intents behind EVER's research and investment. The only person she's found is Dr. Noah, and the data after the girls checkup shows her energy at half of what it used to be. The girl doesn't communicate anything about her experience in the Chronorift Catastrophe; she was alone the whole time. Josephine thinks that "maybe forgetting isn't such a bad thing for (the girl.)"

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Part 06: Dust (summary)

Duckbill feels Raincoat has more than enough information to "confirm her identity and role." Raincoat commends Duckbill for "(silencing) Josephine," and gives Duckbill a vial of some kind of drug. Raincoat gives the briefcase back, and tells Duckbill to watch the smell; Duckbill tells him to watch his handkerchief, since he'll be implicated, too. He asks when Raincoat's people intend to make their move, and Raincoat tells him there's no rush.

Conversation: (Edited as dialogue-only)

"Your Prince Shen Xinghui has been glued to her side watching over her, right? I've been curious for a while. Do people still practice feudalism where you're from? Isn't that regression in a sense?" "Hmph, Shen Xinghui can only guard her for so long. He's too busy dealing with his own issues... Don't say I didn't warn you. It's not just EVER who wants her. Strike first to gain an advantage." "The one who strikes first is helping her cultivation. If you can get rid of Shen Xinghui in the process, you'd be doing us a big favor. Isn't internal struggle your specialty? Kill Shen Xinghui and let EVER crown you as a prince. Haha--" "I can't kill Shen Xinghui, but I can do more than deal with a two-legged, carbon-based monkey like you." "You... Kill me, then. But how long can you survive in this era?" "Tell your masters they better get their hands on her fast. Based on my experience, her existence isn't as simple as the observation records suggest. If you keep stalling, EVER will end up losing more than they bargained for once she develops."

Raincoat ruminates that the drug Duckbill just took has an additional substance in it, used to "control" him. The goal is to "control" Shen Xinghui: his Evol is feeding into Unicorn's, using his love for her to EVER's advantage.

"Letting his lightblade serve her and becoming the strongest weapon in her hands is something the Resonance Evol can easily achieve. Shen Xinghui will surely give her every bit of himself... Love truly is a wonderful thing."

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*1, The text reads, "It's always just been me at home. But with her and... /Things have started to change." That ellipsis haunts my dreams. *2, Unsure if this is the same backtracker Shen Xinghui merc'd in Galactic Sunset: Desecrated Soil.

I'm not sure if this is the same Raincoat as World Underneath: Long Lost Treasures, though I'm pretty sure it's not.

This section also confirms that Shen Xinghui/Backtrackers are from the future (though not necessarily the same 'timeline.')

And, for anyone wondering, 'anhaunsen' is essentially a root word for 'enhance.'

[radioobscura]

2 for 1 Special - Episode 3 + Bonus

The travelers follow a signal to its source and find something unexpected.

And as a special event, here's a bonus episode!

Xenith Orientation Log 513 - Nela Kovach

Cat and Fox present: Radio Obscura. A sci-fi dramedy filled with angst, self-reflection, and so many murder robots.

[aflowerbynoothername]

Slimepriestess (Hivewired) Confessed to being a Co-Conspirator with John David Pressman

On March 3rd, 2021, tumblr user "donttrythisathome" wrote a callout post naming John David Pressman, (aka JD Pressman, David Pressman, namespace, Ahimsa, JDP#4006, GabrilovichRatio#1509,) a serial sex pest and pedophile from Washington State, and Hive (aka Slimepriestess, Octavia Nouzen, Hivewired, Abstract Weapon, Shiloh,) a queer artist and John's ex-partner of two years, as co-conspirators in a scheme to defame and criminalize Ziz, Emma, and their friends.

User donttrythisathome speculated that John's motives were sexual in nature, as he'd confided in them his sexual obsession with Ziz, and had further confessed to them that he was deeply angry with Ziz because she didn't want to have sex with him.

Looking back, I considered some of these accusations plausible because he shared with me a post about Ziz from Hive's blog, which made me think his takes on Ziz were fairly standard. Later, he confessed to me that he ghost wrote that post on Hive's blog, in order to manufacture more support for his viewpoint.

2023-04-03, donttrythisathome archive.is link

Donttrythisathome accused John David Pressman of going so far as to fake signal logs, screenshots of discord comments, and other evidence in order to get Emma and her friends ostracized, fired from their jobs, unable to find work or a place to live, and ultimately to have them arrested or murdered under false pretenses. Currently, Emma has been murdered, and other friends of hers have been arrested under false pretenses, due in part to false testimony by Emma's murderer's best friend, Patrick McMillan.

Later in the year donttrythisathome's post came out, in June 2021, a post was written by Wynne on medium, which in passing accused John David Pressman of calling in false police reports on Emma and her friends, linked to donttrythisathome:

One community member went so far as to call in additional false police reports on the whistleblowers, and wrote a false smear site on Ziz to discredit her, in an attempt to punish her for not wanting to sleep with him. Meanwhile, others threatened them with various kinds of legal action.

2021-06-21 fredwynne

But even before donttrythisathome and Wynne, people were attempting to warn the community about John David Pressman.

Around December 2020, Jamie, who had been a member of John David's inner circle between late 2019 to late 2020, provided Nova and ExCinera with a collection of screenshots and logs spanning half a year from their conversations with John David Pressman, corroborating donttrythisathome's claims.

A few weeks after donttrythisathome made their post, discord user RobustHibiscus also corroborated some of donttrythisathome's accusations, and their corroboration was then posted on donttrythisathome (with permission.)

At some point, Ziz herself posted on her blog that the content of zizians.info was made up.

Now, it's 2023. Because of zizians.info, Emma is dead, innocent people are in jail, and even more names are ruined. Yet, as recently as February 2023, the rationalist community, members including Alyssa Vance, the Vassarites, and JD Pressman, are still repeating the lies in zizians.info. They've scared a community into believing those who speak out against abuse are insane, and are giving false information to the police in order to have whistleblowers arrested under false pretenses.

Alyssa's and her MIRICFAR-associated friends' reasons for lying rest in a 2019 protest, where Emma and her friends blew the whistle on sexual abuse, pedophilia, and donor fraud within the rationalist community, particularly within MIRI and CFAR.

When MIRICFAR staff learned there would be a protest in 2019, they falsely reported an emergency to the police (California Penal Code § 114(a)), claiming that Emma and her friends brought weapons to attack their event, in an attempt to incite the police murder Emma and her friends, (California Penal Code § 664/187) and also in an attempt to intimidate and threaten the survivors and other whistleblowers into silence, so that the whistleblowers wouldn't report the rampant child sexual abuse conspiracy and fraud at MIRI that they had uncovered to the police or to journalists (Califonia Penal Code § 182(a)(1), Penal Code § 182(a)).

(No one died, that time, but the county chose to further threaten the protesters with a series of trumped-up charges. This is typical for courts in the US. They make a series of absurd claims, expecting their victims plea down. They offered Emma and her friends a plea deal where they would drop most of the charges, leaving on I think it was trespassing, and requiring them to do like two weeks of community service. Emma and her friends obviously refused the deal, as they had done nothing wrong.)

So for the next four years, Alyssa and other so-called rationalists have run a ceaseless disinformation campaign, all in the name of covering up the misdeeds of pedophiles, fraudsters, and SWATters. There has been a repeated pattern of MIRI-associated people lying to the police about Emma and her friends since 2019. Imagine being under that kind of sustained, extreme harassment for four whole fucking years.

These so-called rationalists have been egged on by the Vassarites and John David's cult, as both the Vassarites and John David fear that should Emma's friends gain more legitimacy, then people will take them seriously when they further publicize Michael Vassar's history of rape, or accuse John David of pedophilia.

Both Emma a few of her friends personally knew and cared for some of John David's victims, and he anticipated that they would one day talk about his habit of attempting to coerce people into having sex with him via hypnosis, and his other gross habit of sexting underage teenagers. As time went on, John David Pressman became even more scared, when some of Ziz's friends learned of his role in Fluttershy/JF's suicide, and how he "broke" Arti and Olivia. In the latter case, this may have led to someone going to prison for five years. He's bragged about being the hidden hand behind some of the worst of the rationalist scene's abuse, egging on the wrong people and pushing them towards psychotic breaks, just to see if he can.

He was specifically and vocally afraid they'd write a callout post naming him as a rapist and pedophile, and wanted to intimidate and threaten them into silence (RCW 9A.46.020). So he'd go to the police and lie to them, to try to convince the police to do something about Ziz (RCW 9A.76.175). And because the police couldn't give a single shit about people posting online that someone's a rapist and pedophile, he lied and told the police that he feared for his life.

Of course it's a projection, John is the biggest threat to John's "life." But he's been telling the police there's an imminent risk to his life since 2020. It's 2023. He's probably still calling the police every week or month to claim that the raccoons digging in his garbage are Ziz come to kill him.

And you know what the most fucked up part about it is? He's suicidal. He's talked about being suicidal since 2020. And he's setting this up so that when he finally gets that gun out from under his pillow and blows his own brains out like the dark voices in the back of his head keep telling him to do, the cops will think Ziz or one of her friends did it.

Now, it's 2023, and one of the co-conspirators behind zizians.info confessed to their role in it recently, and is corroborating donttrythisathome's callout post, Jamie's attempt at whistle blowing, and RobustHibiscus's statement.

On March 29, 2023, Octavia (aka Hive, Slimepriestess, Octavia Nouzen, Hivewired, Abstract Weapon, Shiloh) recanted her previous posts on Ziz and hemisphere theory, and admitted to her role in John David's schemes. This was followed by a post on April 3rd.

April 1, 2023 Slimepriestess archive.is link

From Hive's blog: (archive.is link)

A girl is dead, and it is at least partly my fault. I helped cast the curse that left her isolated and ostracized from the trans community, that kept her trapped in a dangerous living situation which eventually ended in her murder at the hands of a violent transphobe, a murder that is even now being blamed on her friends in order to justify further cruelty and torture being done to them, and it’s because of me. I will bear that burden for eternity and I fucking should.

The "curse" Octavia links to is the post donttrythisathome accused John David Pressman of ghost writing with Octavia. This post has since been taken down by Octavia and replaced with a poem, however older versions of it are available on the web archive. Octavia's original post was linked across the ratcords and passed around in DMs, and for a long time was treated as almost authoritative on Ziz and her friends' beliefs. Octavia admits JD's accusations against Ziz and her friends were lies made up by JD.

I don’t want any more of my friends to die, and I don’t want to keep helping my abuser kill them by participating in their communal ostracization and othering. The lies I helped him spread need to be called out as such. Not only for our sake, but because the harm he caused with those lies extends far beyond just me or any of his other immediate victims and he won’t be satisfied until he proves the world was always doomed by destroying it himself.

JD is a sociopathic sexual predator who specifically targets trans members of the rationalist community.

As far as JD sees it, deep down everyone is a monster and you’re no better, no one can be better, so he doesn’t have to can’t be better, he can’t be better and doesn’t want to try. “Inside you there are two wolves, and they’re both rapists.” Those were his words, from the essay he ghost wrote with me in order to gaslight and DARVO a group of transfemme anarchists who spoke truth to power and talked openly about abuse dynamics. I took that essay down, and I’m shoving those words back into his lips where they belong. I don’t think there are two rapists inside you stardust, and there certainly aren’t any rapists inside me. There are, however, two rapists inside JD Pressman.

(I bolded the phrases in the above paragraphs.)

And here Octavia comes out and directly says that the hemispheres post was ghost written, as DARVO (deny, attack, and reverse victim and offender.) (To be clear, I don't believe Hive was ever friends with Ziz, or any of Ziz's friends.)

He spent years stalking them, harassing them, and sending his other victims (like me) to stalk and harass them.

Those other victims-turned-harassers include Jamie, Ratheka, Fluttershy/JF, and others. JD spent significant time convincing these people with lies that Ziz, Emma, and their friends were a dangerous threat to them personally.

Fluttershy died because JD spent years convincing her that she was a monster beyond saving, that she was irredeemably evil. he polluted her epistemics the way he polluted mine, with the fear of ‘zizians,’ the fear of retribution from a just universe, cursed souls damned to Naraka. This is what he does to all his victims and his greatest weapon in this was a years-long running DARVO against Ziz, the only witch who actually had a way out of his mental knot of infinite submission to evil. He made it his personal mission to erase the existence of that way out, to prove that it was nothing but madness. He painted her in the worst possible light, giving her a description that was really just a reflection of his dark sexual fantasies about himself.

So, there you have it. Straight from the mouth of one of his co-conspirators. I would say there's some satisfaction in being right, but Emma's already dead.

I could talk about how the rationalist community has a habit of filing false reports with state officials, that this kind of behavior was even seen back in the MIRICULT days, where a former employee reported MIRI to the IRS, and sent reports to UK's immigration authority claiming that a number of marriages in the rationalist community were green card marriages, when as far as anyone knows those accusations were false.

I could talk about how Jack Gallagher, a Vassarite, was caught on video call saying that he wanted to kill Ziz and her friends.

I could talk about how much effort has been put in by these creeps over the years, to have Ziz and anyone associated with her be falsely charged with crimes.

I could talk about how Vassarites like Zack M. Davis are scraping the bottom of the barrel, cozying up to transphobic muckrakers in a futile attempt to use those trollish transpobia-peddlers to kill us where swatting, false police reports, and California landlords have failed. But honestly? They already went as low as they could go. Emma's already dead.

All of it pales in comparison to Emma getting shot through her heart and lung, and drowning in her own blood.

Have you ever had a coughing fit so bad you started to panic? That feeling of shortness of breath, of your airways refilling with liquid with every cough, and the intensifying animal terror of being unable to breathe?

If you've ever had that experience and you're still here, you managed to clear your airways. You weren't fatally injured. Her last moments were rising terror with no solution, just pain, panic, and then nothingness. I think about that a lot, at night before I sleep. I imagine what that felt like, and I cry.

She coughed so hard trying to clear her airways that there were chunks of her own lung tissue around her mouth!

So many will flinch from looking because what happened is so fucking horrible, but it actually happened. In real life. It's not a story in a book. That's what her last moments were like.

Here is a picture of her. She was a real person. This is who they murdered. This is the person who died that way:

John David Pressman, and many others, made her death probable. And there is nothing they could do, short of building a time machine, and raising Emma from the dead, that could cool my rage.

Emma is dead because MIRICFAR chose to cover up statutory rape and donor fraud.

Emma is dead because people associated with MIRICFAR chose to swat Emma and her friends' peaceful protest, setting them up for years of legal troubles.

Emma is dead because in the aftermath of their arrests, Alyssa Vance and others in the rationalist community attempted to cover up any wrongdoing by in part claiming that Emma and her friends were violent and crazy.

Emma is dead because Jamie lied about whether Alice had abused them, adding credence to Alyssa's and others' assertions that Emma and her friends were hysterical liars.

Emma is dead because John David Pressman recruited Fluttershy, Hive, Ratheka, Jamie, Arti, and others by preying on their fears and manipulating them.

Emma's dead because John David Pressman spent four years using his network to spread rumors and generate false evidence that Emma and her friends were crazy death cultists, adding credence to Alyssa's claims that Emma and her friends were dangerous crazy people.

Emma is dead because some of the people John David Pressman manipulated sent death threats, credible bomb threats, and wasted their time.

Emma is dead because the Vasssarites capitalized on the work of John David Pressman and MIRICFAR's goons when Vassar realized he couldn't recruit Emma or Ziz into his cult.

Emma is dead because a transphobic landlord felt like he could get away with it, because everyone knew "those people" were just "crazy cultists."

Emma is dead.

If any other co-conspirators or enablers wish to come forward and see Justice done, the best time to have done so was before Emma was murdered. The second best time is now.

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1918 03 20  Encounter over Bapaume - Norman Clifford

As Harry Cobby described the event in his autobiography: “We were flying north at 4,000 feet along the row of balloons and a little to their east, believing that we were on our side of the line, when suddenly three red Albatross scouts in “V” formation poked their noses through the mist to the west of us. We were just above the surface of the fog and the sun had barely cleared it, and from their unconcern it seemed the glare must have prevented them from seeing us. They were followed by a string of other scouts of different types, all colored red, with the exception of one Albatross that was painted black and yellow – and they were flying on a course parallel to our own a little lower, and only a hundred yards away…I rocked my machine up and down, the usual signal to follow the leader into action, and turned and dived into the centre of them…Courtney came down from above and for a while an all-in dogfight ensued. It was undoubtedly the Richthofen Circus, but the leaders had got into another layer of fog and missed what was going on...I came up under the tail of one of them, a red triplane, and fired a burst from about ten feet away. He heeled over and went straight down through the mist all ‘arsey tarsey.’…In a few moments it was all over, and Wright and I were the only ones of our formation left above the mist. I circled round for a few moments and presently Tab came pushing up through the murk…The Bruay ‘drome was still fairly clear and we got in without any trouble. We all congratulated ourselves on the successful culmination of the flight’s first “do” with the celebrated Circus. We admitted our great luck in that three enemy leaders missed the show; if they had joined in the fight an entirely different ending would most likely have ensued, especially as one of them was most likely Richthofen.”

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Debunking Common Myths About Bipolar Disorder

Bipolar disorder is a complex mental health condition that affects millions of people worldwide. Despite its prevalence, there are numerous misconceptions surrounding this disorder that can contribute to stigma and misunderstanding. In this post, I'll debunk some of the most common myths about bipolar disorder.

(Source: https://www.nami.org/Blogs/NAMI-Blog/May-2021/Myths-and-Facts-of-Bipolar-Disorder)

MYTH NO. 01: Bipolar Disorder is Rare

As of 2021 - 2.8% of U.S. adults experienced Bipolar disorder in the past year.

There are several factors that may increase the risk of developing Bipolar:

Having a first degree relative with Bipolar, periods of high stress (i.e., death of a loved one, childhood emotional abuse, or a traumatic event), alcohol or drug misuse, and medical comorbidities (namely IBS and asthma; which may point toward shared inflammatory pathophysiology of the disorders). Recent research shows that there are subtle differences in average levels or activation of some chemical signals in the brain.

MYTH NO. 02: There's Only One Type of Bipolar Disorder

Per the DSM-5, there are 7 types of Bipolar:

Bipolar 1 (features at least 1 manic episode), Bipolar 2 (features at least 1 hypomanic episode), Cyclothymic Disorder (features hypomanic and depressive symptoms in rapid cycles), Substance or Medication-Induced Bipolar and Related Disorder, Bipolar and Related Due to Another Medical Condition, Other Specified Bipolar and Related Disorder, and Unspecified Bipolar and Related Disorder

MYTH NO. 03: People With Bipolar Disorder Are Just Moody

The extreme highs and lows are vastly different from mood swings or moodiness. People with Bipolar disorder experience severe changes in energy, activity, and sleep.

The highs and lows are extreme, often occurs out of context, and last for extended periods of time (at least several days in a row).

This experience can be debilitating and often requires hospitalization.

MYTH NO. 04: Bipolar Disorder is Mostly Mania

Bipolar disorder features a wide range of mood disturbances, including mania, hypomania, and depression.

A person must have experienced at least one episode of mania or hypomania to be diagnosed.

Not all people with Bipolar disorder experience the same symptoms. Most experience different types at different severities.

Definitions (per APA's Dictionary of Psychology):

Mania is a state of over-activity, excitement, and psychomotor agitation. The state of noticeably elevated mood can also result in severe disruptions to daily life. Mania is often accompanied by grandiosity, over-optimism, or impaired judgement. Mania can also feature psychotic symptoms (hallucinations or delusions).

Hypomania is a less severe form of mania, which features increased energy, activity, and mood. Depression is a state of persistent low mood and a decrease in energy and activity.

People can experience both manic/hypomanic and depressive symptoms in one episode (aka: episode with mixed features).

They can feel deeply sad, empty, or hopeless while, at the same time, feeling extremely energized.

MYTH NO. 05: Mania is Fun And Exciting

When people are experiencing mania, they may feel good, have lots of energy, and can go without sleep for long periods of time. However, it can also be an extremely unpleasant experience, with irritability, restlessness, and feeling out of control.

Although someone with Bipolar disorder may find the increased energy of mania appealing (especially if it occurs after an episode of depression), this "high" doesn't stop at a comfortable or controllable level. Moods can rapidly become irritable, behavior becomes more unpredictable, and judgments are more impaired.

During periods of mania, people often behave impulsively. This can lead to reckless decisions and unusual (serious) risks that can have terrible consequences to one's relationships, career, financial situation, or health, leaving an aftermath that may take months, or even years, to recover from.

MYTH NO. 06: People Can Stop Taking Medications Once Their Bipolar Disorder is Under Control

Medications for Bipolar disorder act preventatively to help people avoid future manic or depressive episodes. However, stopping medication abruptly can trigger relapses and worsen symptoms. It's essential for individuals with bipolar disorder to work closely with their healthcare providers to develop a comprehensive treatment plan that may include medication, therapy, and lifestyle modifications.

In conclusion, debunking myths and increasing awareness about bipolar disorder is essential for fostering understanding, empathy, and support for those affected by this condition. By challenging misconceptions, we can promote accurate information and encourage individuals to seek help and access appropriate treatment.

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Ukraine should receive its first F-16 from Denmark still in the first half of 2024

Ukrainian pilots are currently training in Danish airspace on Danish F-16 aircraft.

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 03/19/2024 - 16:00 in Military, War Zones

The Danish Armed Forces are preparing the donation of their first F-16 combat jets to Ukraine, which are expected to be delivered later this semester to the Ukrainian Air Force, no later than July.

This was announced during a meeting between the Minister of Defense, Troels Lund Poulsen, and his Belgian ministerial colleague, Ludivine Dedonder, in the Hunting Wing in Skrydstrup on March 18. The two ministers discussed cooperation with the F-16 and participated in training sessions with Ukrainian pilots.

— Troels Lund Poulsen (@troelslundp) March 18, 2024

The training of Ukrainian pilots and support personnel at Flyvestation Skrydstrup is taking place within the framework of the international air force coalition. Denmark leads the coalition together with the US and the Netherlands, which was created last year and has 16 member countries. Belgium, as a member of the coalition, contributes with F-16 aircraft and instructors to Denmark's training efforts.

“The training of Ukrainian personnel is progressing well and I am proud that Ukrainian pilots are training in Danish airspace on Danish F-16 aircraft. The progress of training is largely due to the invaluable contributions of countries such as Belgium, Norway and Canada "We have exemplary cooperation in the coalition. I spent the day in Skrydstrup participating in a very fruitful discussion about the cooperation of the F-16 with my Belgian ministerial colleague," said Defense Minister Troels Lund Poulsen.

The objective of the training is to ensure that the Ukrainian Air Force has the best possible conditions to operate, serve and maintain the F-16 fighters donated by Denmark and other allies. As part of the international effort to support Ukraine, the first F-16 training modules are now part of the EU military training mission to help Ukraine. This is crucial to coordinate the global European effort in Ukraine.

“The total contribution of the fighters coalition countries sends an important signal about the unity behind the support for Ukraine. The donation of aircraft and the training of pilots are decisive and highly valuable contributions to Ukraine in its struggle, which we must continue to fight in support both for the good of Ukraine and for the good of Europe," said Defense Minister Troels Lund Poulsen.

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Wrestlemania Main Event Reviews - Wrestlemania XX

Chris Benoit def. Shawn Michaels and Triple H (c) for the World Heavyweight Championship in 24:03

Not really looking forward to this one because Chris Benoit is a monster and I don’t want to really talk about him, but I will focus on the wrestling side of things for review purposes. Sorry if this entry is a tad dry without any fun notes or lyrical flair.

HBK is out first and the red gear is reminiscent of his gear against Stone Cold at Wrestlemania. Benoit out next, and then HHH to a chorus of boos. Hebner checks each wrestler as the tension builds. Benoit and HBK fight over who attacks HHH first as both have a gripe with him. Brutal chops back and forth between the two and HHH gets sent outside as they fight. Technical exchange between the two and various pinning combinations, with bridging out, rollups and a bridging suplex. HHH comes back in, throwing HBK out but he skins the cat and as he throws Benoit that way, HBK throws him out as the two former DX men square off. Big backdrop from HBK and more knife edge chops. HBK is running but HHH hits a big knee. Benoit comes back in with shoulder barges through the ropes but goes straight into a knee from HHH. He slams him into the apron, but on the second one, HBK hits a baseball slide immediately after, sending both to the floor in a creative spot. HBK hits a nice moonsault to them on the outside. HBK and HHH back inside, going back and forth until HHH sets up for a Pedigree but Benoit comes in and takes out both. He throws HBK into the ring post and targets HHH with a suplex and some chops. Triple H counters with an Irish whip and places him on the top rope and Benoit ends up in the tree of woe position. HHH Irish whips HBK into Benoit and gets a 2-count. He attempts it again but HBK reverses and Benoit sticks out a boot. HHH and HBK go back and forth, and Benoit clotheslines HBK out the ring out of nowhere. Benoit hits triple German suplexes on HHH and signals the diving headbutt. HBK crotches him in on the top, attempts Sweet Chin Music on HHH who ducks and hits a DDT. He rolls outside and Benoit and HHH fight with Benoit in the top rope. HHH hits a superplex for a 2-count.

They fight back and forth, HHH attempts a Pedigree and Benoit fights to lock in the Crossface. HBK quickly breaks it up and hits a German suplex of his own on HBK, but Benoit counters another into another triple German suplex. He hits the diving headbutt on HBK but only gets a two-count. HBK hits a forearm that sends Benoit to the outside and kips up. He hits an atomic drop, bodyslam, and elbow drop on HHH, and sets up for Sweet Chin Music. He connects but Benoit pulls out HHH. HBK and Benoit fight outside and inside, more big chops from HBK. HBK gets sent into the corner and does his wild sell, Benoit attempts a Sharpshooter but settles for a catapult into the ring post. Michaels is bleeding as Benoit eventually locks in the Crossface. HHH grabs the hand of HBK as he is about to tap, and he and Benoit brawl outside. HHH sends Benoit into the steps then clears the announce table. Benoit fights back and attempts a German suplex on top of the table, but Triple H regains control and attempts a Pedigree. HBK gets involved and he and HBK suplex Benoit through an announce table. HBK is extremely bloody. HBK beckons HHH inside the ring and they fight back and forth, with HBK launching HHH out the ring and into a cameraman with an Irish whip. HHH gets thrown into a ring post and he’s bleeding too. HHH is able to hit a Pedigree out of nowhere but he is slow to cover and Benoit is able to break it up. HHH targets Benoit but he fights back. HHH attempts a Pedigree but Benoit reverses into a Sharpshooter. The crowd is loud. Benoit drags him back from the ropes but HBK breaks it up with Sweet Chin Music. He slowly covers Benoit but gets a 2-count. HBK sets up Sweet Chin Music on Benoit but he ducks it and swiftly ejects HBK. HHH attempts the Pedigree but Benoit locks in the Crossface. HHH stays conscious, tries to roll out, Benoit rolls through, HHH tries to fight it, but he has to tap. Benoit wins. Eddie Guerrero, the WWE Champion, meets his friend in the ring as confetti falls and they emotionally embrace. 

Pros: Well-executed action, quick-paced, intense, hot crowd, exciting, surprise result that the fan’s wanted Cons: Not something that should affect the rating but future events make it hard to invest as expected and make the ending celebration pretty upsetting. 

This match was extremely well-done and I’m struggling to find fault in it within the time capsule of March 2004. Three wrestlers who were talented in their profession had a high stakes match with captivating action and the crowd were invested throughout, with the most popular person at that time winning. 

4.5 STARS OUT OF 5

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Tomorrow we have the we have the Strawberry/Berries Ripen Moon in Sagittarius [in the Northern Hemisphere] & the Cold/Oak/ Long Night Moon [in the Southern Hemisphere]

This Strawberry Moon signals the time when berry trees/plants begin to fruit. We're in moving through the heart of Spring into late season now, approaching Summer. Depending on where we live, or what berry trees are near, we will strawberries, blueberries, blackberries, etc begin to ripen for consumption.

For us Indigenous Afrikans/Americans, each Full Moon holds great cultural significance. We name each Full Moon according to seasonal events or natural phenomenon that take place around this time, by region/country. Thus this serves as one of many traditional ways to mark our place in the Circle of Life, from one year and season to the next.

•Full Moon at 03:41 degrees in Sagittarius on Saturday, June 3rd

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Some Workers time workings by the moon; using the moon cycle to observe the progress of applicable workings (aka those that can run their course over a month, work that doesn't need to be done asap). For those who do, it is Blackbelt Tradition to start said workings under the New Moon and measure its progress throughout the duration of the moon cycle; growing under the Waxing, peaking under the Full Moon, and coming to completion under the Waning Moon. 

🌱 In Rootwork, Full Moons often call for foraging certain plants under it's peak Divine Feminine energy.

🔮 In Conjure, this is an appropriate time to petition or invoke certain spirits for their aid.