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[Day 310]
May 15th special getting it done early. It's ma birthday I get to do MEMES >:D
#dddaily4sherin#how am i supposed to tag this#sona#isdoodles#desert duo#ig LMAO#dont ask about the glass box (on my sona) its non existent /SILLY#310 days what in the world
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Prompt 310
Shadow core Danny? Shadow core Danny with Hazmat AU? Indeed, with a hint of a twist.
See that hazmat helmet beneath the hood? Yeah that’s erm, that might be his actual face now. It might be able to split open into a proper maw, as he found out during one of the early fights. He thinks it might be a shadow-core thing though, because Fright Knight has something similar, along with the Keeper. Who's apparently a ghost that keeps track of other shadow-ghosts, which, cool. Cool library covered in flesh, nothing spooky there.
He mentions this? Because apparently even if all ghosts partially feed on emotions, shadow cores need Fear the most. Which, thankfully shadow cores are apparently more rare than he’d expect, so he’s not going to go into a territorial frenzy or something on a bad day, yay!
But uh, he might… count as a ghostling since he’s only a year dead- in fact he’ll continue to be as such until he’s at least 100 years dead, since he didn’t die as an adult. Which in turn… means he needs even more fear, at least until he’s old enough to generate it on his own.
So what’s a ghostling to do? Take a trip to one of the most fear-soaked cities in the world, y’know, just a little weekend trip every month. Gotham isn’t that bad, and he can stay invisible- mostly! What’s going to happen, he run into a vigilante? Ha… oh no.
#DCxDP#DPxDC#Prompts#Shadow Core Danny#Hazmat Au#Fright Knight might be softer towards Danny because he’s a lil shadowling#and might’ve ghost adopted the tiny ghostling who managed to catch his sword#Look the nightmare realms are perfect for feeding young shadow ghosts but human halves complicate things#Danny is unaware that Fright is constantly following from the shadows#Look to the old ghosts Phantom is practically a neonate so he’s not gonna just leave him alone#Shadow cores mimic/mirror their surroundings- hence why most can’t tell if one is baby or not#Unless you are a realms medical specialist or also a shadow-cored being#Tiny hazmat-esque creature: *hisses*#Goons: Aw it’s kind of cute in a creepy way-#Giant Knightmare rising from its shadow with claws/teeth bared & surroundings warp into eldritch monstrosities:#Goons: *screaming crying vomiting-*#Danny: I’m so good at this scaring thing :)
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happy birthday ☁️ charles leclerc
summary: posts for charles’ birthday through the years.
notes: hope u guys enjoy it!! :)
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ynusername i really hope you have the best of birthdays, char. always rooting for you! be happy, always.
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charles_leclerc thank you, i am very grateful for your support and friendship 🥰
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user1 it's so cute how yn has always been there for charles
user2 there's nothing better than friends to lovers
user3 thank you for giving us these photos, yn!!!!
user4 @user3 she literally posted the best old pictures of charles
user5 “be happy, always” 😭💔😭💔😭💔
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ynusername the birthday boy! happy birthday il predestinato - keep killing it and paving the way for the rest of us. always proud of you.
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charles_leclerc i would be nothing without you!
user6 @charles_leclerc wow!! a romantic.
user7 i just remember charles saying that he was in love with yn, but that he disguised it so she wouldn't notice. IS THAT DISGUISING IT?
user8 they were so in love with each other and only they themselves couldn't see it
user9 THE 2ND PIC
user10 i love them sm
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ynusername happiest birthday to you my other half, you deserve every bit of the amazing stuff coming your way. thank you for every single moment! 🤍
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charles_leclerc cannot live without you
user11 i love how yn has always been behind the scenes
user12 “i would be nothing without you” to “cannot live without you”
user13 @user12 I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE
user14 @user12 😭😭😭😭😭
user15 i love their moments together
ynusername has added to their story
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ynusername pretty glad you were born. happy birthday, char.
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charles_leclerc i love you so so much! everyday im reminded of how im the luckiest guy in the world to have you in my life.
user16 @charles_leclerc CHARLES OMG IM CRYING
arthur_leclerc my favorite people in the world, i love to see you making each other happy 🤍
user17 loving the whole fandom stalking yn's birthday posts for charles
user18 @user17 FR!!! they are so cute.
user19 they were already dating? (new to the charles’ fandom here)
user20 @user19 yes!!! this post is from 2022, charles said they had their first kiss in 2018 and started dating in 2019.
user21 yn and charles are so in love with each other and i'm in love with their relationship
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ynusername il predestinato, my ferrari boy and my char! countless nights i have dreamed about our future together. you are the man of my dreams, and i am so happy that you are not only my boyfriend but also my best friend. from the moment we met, i knew we were destined to be together forever. i cannot wait for the day where we get to grow old and frail together. i love you. happy birthday 🤍
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charles_leclerc you are my one and only, i love you so much!
user22 im so happy that they have each other
user23 “and i am so happy that you are not only my boyfriend but also my best friend” IM CRYING
carlossainz55 😍😍
arthur_leclerc love you guys !! 😘
user24 this couple is masterpiece
#f1#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#f1 fanfic#f1 fic#charles leclerc#f1 instagram au#f1 social media au#charles leclerc imagine#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc social media au#f1 smau#charles leclerc fic
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HOW THEY FALL IN LOVE
ㅤ⚘.fandom ... bts. ㅤㅤಇ.ft. ... jimin, taehyung, jungkook x gn!reader. ㅤ⚘.genre ... headcanons. ㅤㅤಇ.content ... fluff. ㅤㅤಇ.word count ... ~310 each / ~940 total.
↬┊JIMIN
cheerfully and calmly.
the concept of the term love was something fascinating to Jimin, leading him to look for the beauty of this life in small things — and it was when he met you that the entire meaning of this magical word was forever trapped in Jimin's heart. as if learning to walk all over again, Jimin took his time falling in love with you, savoring each and every moment shared, letting your heavenly words create ethereal landscapes in Jimin's heart; every promise of yours painted Jimin's soul in warm and welcoming colors, wrapping Jimin in an embrace so orange, so red, that it always left him wanting more; every touch of yours created mountains in Jimin's heart, vast valleys with rivers of pure admiration filled Jimin's soul every time you touched him.
you were the universe itself. your entire essence was filled with small joys that appeared like butterflies, flapping their fragile wings in an attempt to get Jimin's attention. and he saw you. Jimin saw you perfectly as you were: always as happy as all the greens that tenderly surrounded all of nature, always as gentle as all the flowers that were born full of hope throughout the world, always as faithful to you as all your essence burning intensely throughout Jimin's heart. you and only you. the one that colored Jimin's soul in the warmest tones that existed in this life and always adorned Jimin's heart with your essence so ethereal and completely and perfectly yours.
“every day i shared with you is just a fragment of our story. we have the entire universe waiting for us and i know, i am sure, that in all the stars lies a little bit of our future and that is why they shine. not because of their destruction, but because they have the knowledge that something more intense and greater than themselves burns in them: it is in all the stars that my love for you resides.”
↬┊TAEHYUNG
honestly and delicately.
Taehyung never hid his feelings from himself. he always listened to his heart, rationalizing every emotion he felt — so when Taehyung started to fall in love with you, he already knew it was love. there was no denying it. there was no way to escape. Taehyung was falling in love with you and that was the truth. like the answer to every question in the universe, the love Taehyung felt for you enveloped the entire world in a delicate veil of pure admiration and devotion; always searching for your soul wherever he went, Taehyung let this intense and dangerous feeling consume him completely and left him simply bewitched by the magic of your existence.
Taehyung allowed himself to fall into the gentle waters of your love, letting himself float without any fear in the deep waters of your essence, resting carefree in the tranquility of your soul. you enchanted Taehyung's life, bringing with you the magical glow of a life that could be radiant — Taehyung just had to let go. let himself be carried away. by you. by your love. by the knowledge that with you there was no darkness or fear. just pure passion. an entire ocean of fascination and devotion surging through Taehyung, taking him to unknown lands where only love and hope lived.
“i’m falling in love with you and i don’t want to stop. i feel safe with you, as if you held me with your hands and wrapped me in a small hug that lasts forever. forever. yes. it is eternal. what i'm feeling for you, i know it will be eternal. for what hope is there for me in a world so dark if the only light i see, that i know, is you? you. who makes my life better. you.”
↬┊JUNGKOOK
distractedly and gently.
there was no guide that Jungkook had to read, no map to learn, much less an advisor that Jungkook had to meet to fall in love with you. without meaning to, without seeing, it just happened. he didn't even notice. when he realized, Jungkook had already fallen into the complex webs of your tenderness and love. but it wasn't like Jungkook wanted to leave that web. he made a home in your sympathy, sitting with your fascination and talking with your devotion, never wanting to go back to where he was. his home in you was bright, radiant, like an intense fire warming every particle of Jungkook — how could he go back to his darkness when he just found the sun?
Jungkook felt like he was levitating in your presence. as if your soul was holding his soul, Jungkook allowed all your sweet words and soft laughs to guide him towards the eternal path of devotion. with your every touch, Jungkook felt complete, as if with a single fingertip you were able to glue together all the broken fragments in Jungkook. what other destiny was there for Jungkook other than loving you and allowing himself to be loved by you? your soul called out to Jungkook on the coldest winter nights and he could have sworn he heard the call of your heart before he even met you.
“is it really me who is reflected in your heart? are you sure it's my soul that calls you every night? please don't leave me deluded. i guess i'm too caught up in this love to see it as fake. no. it is not fake. it cannot be fake. not when i feel like every choice in my life has led me to this exact moment. to this moment when i love you. to this moment when i swear to you that i will love you forever.”
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#garden of bts 𐙚₊‧₊˚#jimin#bts#jimin x reader#jimin fluff#jimin drabble#bts fic#bts x reader#bts fluff#taehyung#taehyung x reader#taehyung fluff#taehyung drabble#jungkook x reader#jungkook fluff#jungkook drabble
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HELLO MISSED YOUUUU! I'm glad you are finally back!
Can I request chishiya with a reader who day drama alot and space out time to time. It would be funny to see his reaction lol.
ꔫ ⸝⸝ summary: You have a habit of zoning out, especially at the worst times, and especially when chishiya is trying to tell you a story.
ꔫ ⸝⸝ pairing: chishiya x gn!reader
ꔫ ⸝⸝ genre: fluff
ꔫ ⸝⸝ warnings: none
ꔫ ⸝⸝ word count: 310
A/N: Hiii!!! I'm happy I'm back 2! :) This was a short, but very fun to write request. I hope this is okay!
"Are you even listening to me?" Chishiya asked as he crossed his arms, staring at your blank expression with your view being somewhere behind him.
His silence was what made you realize you had zoned out, moving your eyes to his. "Yeah, sorry." You nodded, trying to get him to continue his story with a soft smile.
"It's okay if you're not interested. I'd rather you tell me then pretend to." He raised a brow.
You shook your head, "No, I am interested. I just day dream a lot. I'm sorry." You tried to explain the best you could with the little words that could form in your mind.
"If you were interested you wouldn't constantly be in another world. It's not a big deal, you don't care." He shrugged, turning his eyes away from you to the side to stare down the large gap between him and the first floor.
You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his idiocy. That wasn't how it worked; at least in your mind. If something catches your attention in your mind rather than what was in front of you, you just couldn't help yourself.
"I do care, Chishiya. And I was interested." Your words were far from convincing when you spoke. You tried your hardest not to look away from him, afraid if you did you'd be in another world again.
"Start from where you left off." You suggested, tilting your head in an attempt to be more inside of his peripheral vision. "Please?" You pleaded in a soft whisper.
Chishiya finally turned his head back to you, his eyes anywhere but yours once he let out a huff of air; his giveaway.
"Fine." He sighed, bringing his eyes to yours.
You smiled at him once he continued his story of the last game, mostly complaints of how stupid players can be.
reposts and comments are appreciated <3
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hellfire heart | one shot
this amazing edit of Eddie which i used here was made by wonderful @sofiiel
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
story based on a request by a lovely anon: could i request rockstar eddie who is a bit of an asshole, loves a drink etc? maybe something angsty! angst with half happy ending I guess?, established relationship, breaking up, modern!AU
4 310 words
the one shot is also avaliable on ao3
I was going to write this much later, but life sucks and my mood today is some kind of unfunny joke, so this request was the perfect opportunity to unload all my negative emotions in this angsty work!
Dear anon, thank you very much for your request, I hope you will not be disappointed. (I wrote the song myself, it's okay if you don't like this, you can pretend it is any other song yopu like!)
eddie munson masterlist | general masterlist
"I thought that when you come to Hawkins for a break we would organize a little campaign for the boys? They miss you so much." You lay cuddled up against Eddie's chest, who was browsing something on his phone.
"Yeah, about that." he said, turning toward you for the first time in twenty minutes. "I'm not coming to Hawkins."
"What?" you rose quickly. What did he mean he wasn't coming back? The breaks between tours were the only longer time you could spend together. Besides, you saw each other once a month when you visited him on tour.
"Babe, there are so many better things than playing some stupid game, so many parties we can go to, so many crazy things we can do." he replied, sitting down on the bed. "Being stuck for couple of months in Hawkins is not fun."
"But what about the kids? What about Wayne? Don't you miss them?"
"I miss them, but I guess if I don't come once, nothing bad will happen, right?"
"Since when is D&D just a stupid game to you?" you asked. Never in your life would you have said you would hear those words from his mouth.
"Honey, look at me, I am not that Eddie anymore. I am not a loser or freak, I am a fucking rockstar. People love me, I have fans all over the world I have everything I ever wanted. I am better, my life is better now." he said grabbing your hands. "Now I'm going to go to rehearsal, later I'll come back and we'll have dinner together, okay?"
"Yeah, sure, have fun." you replied weakly. Eddie quickly smacked you on the lips and left the apartment.
Being left alone with your thoughts was not good, as those thoughts began to wander into darker and darker corners of your brain. You loved Eddie and were happy like no one else that his dreams were coming true however, you slowly stopped liking the kind of man he was becoming. What didn't escape your attention was his sense of superiority. Suddenly everyone who wasn't recognized and famous, those who didn't participate in crazy parties whose motto was sex drugs and rock and roll, were suddenly worse. More and more, you could see the arrogance in him. At the beginning of his fame, he looked forward to visits home. He loved the hours spent campaigning, the fishing trips with Wayne, or the pleasant evenings at campfires where he played guitar and the rest of your little crazy family was singing. He kept saying that these were his favorite moments. What happened that suddenly they were no longer like that?
Eddie didn't show up for dinner. After three hours of waiting, you extinguished the candles you had lit, put the already cold food in the refrigerator, and took the wine that was supposed to be for both of you to the couch and poured it into a glass. You weren't even surprised that he didn't come back on time as he promised. Lately he had less and less time for you. Day by day there were fewer and fewer calls and messages, fewer and fewer I miss yous and I love yous, instead more and more arguments and misunderstandings. There were more and more drunken pictures of him that you saw on the Internet, more and more rumors about secret "friends" of Corroded Coffin members. At every turn whenever you went on any social media you were bombarded with theories that made you sick. Not wanting to bury yourself in this hole even more, you put your phone down on the coffee table and turned on the movie to occupy your thoughts, but somewhere in the middle of it you fell asleep.
You were awakened by Eddie's loud comeback and quiet curses from his mouth. You turned on the lamp that stood by the couch and looked at him sleepily. He was barely standing on his feet, you knew immediately that he was drunk, you couldn't stop the thought that he might have been under the influence of something else.
"Where were you?" you asked quietly, having neither the desire nor the strength to argue.
"At the re-rehsal." He replied trying to look sober. His tounge wasn't able to form any clear words.
"And later?"
"I hav' n'idea what you talkin'bout." he mumbled under his breath, you could barely understand what he was saying. He shakily walked toward the bedroom.
"Eddie you're drunk."
"'not."
"Why are you lying? Couldn't you at least write that you'll come back later?"
You received no answer. Without even trying to undress, he just threw the phone on the bedside table and landed on the soft mattress immediately falling asleep.
With a burden on your heart, you got up from the couch and, taking a bottle of water with you, because you knew he would need it in the morning, went to the bedroom to lie down next to him. The room smelled of alcohol and cigarettes. You watched his body move with every breath, wondering what happened to the boy you knew like the back of your hand. The boy who mocked everyone who devoted their lives solely to alcohol and parties. A boy who wanted more than just fame and money, who always cared about his loved ones and wouldn't even think of pushing them away in favor of other, "more famous" friends.
It hurt you what was happening to him, it hurt you that you couldn't do anything about it, because whenever you tried to talk to him on the subject everything ended in one big fight. It scared you how much you didn't like his new persona. Even scarier was the thought that this change was permanent.
You were awakened by the vibration of his phone. Wiping your sleepy face with your hand, you took it to turn it off, but you noticed a text message on the screen from an unknown number.
unknown: let me know if you want more ;)
You sharply inhaled the air feeling like your heart was about to jump out of your cage. You knew you shouldn't do this however it was stronger than you. You unlocked your phone and went into the messages with the unnamed number.
Under the message sent above was a picture of a pack of cigarettes. Did he want more cigarettes? You were surprised because after everything he went through in the Upside Down he promised you he would stop smoking. Biting your lower lip nervously, you started scrolling up. There weren't a lot of messages, the earliest one was sent a few hours ago, half an hour before Eddie got home. However, one detailed message from him was enough to make your vision begin to blur.
unknown: how can I return the favor?
eddie: send nudes eddie: just kidding
As if burned, you threw the phone straight at him. He woke up with a growl. Little did he know, though, that a hangover would be the least of his worries. You quickly got out of bed and started getting dressed.
"What's goin on?" he asked seeing your condition
"What's goin on?" you asked pointing your finger at the phone. He frowned and looked at the tiny screen and then realized what was the reason for your behavior. "Who is she?"
"Chrissy's friend." he replied as if nothing had happened.
"And what does she have to repay you for?" Your voice slowly broke.
"After the party she needed a ride so I ordered a cab and we drove her and then I came back here. I don't see what the problem is."
"You really don't see what the problem is? Maybe in what you wrote back to her!"
"It was just a joke don't be dramatic!" he replied sitting down on the bed.
You couldn't believe it. He really thought that writing such things to other girls was okay? Even if it was just a joke, you were not going to accept it. Although you've always known that Eddie can laugh at anything, jokes also had their limits, and this was definitely overstepping them.
"You can't be serious now." you said looking straight at his tired face.
"It was just a joke." he repeated through his teeth. "It's not my fault you don't get them."
The old Eddie would never do something like that to you. The old Eddie, when Steve made jokes like that with other girls was the first to point it out to him and say how pathetic his behavior was. Your old Eddie at least would have let you know yesterday that he would be late and wouldn't be back for dinner.
"I don't care if it was a joke Eddie. I don't give a shit it was a joke!" you raised your voice. Everything you had kept under lock and key for the past months was just being released from you. "How would you feel if I wrote to any of your friends like that?"
An expression of realization flashed across his face, but after a moment it was again replaced by irritation. "After all, she didn't send me any, at least she knows it was a fucking joke, not like you!"
"You wouldn't even admit to me if she had sent one! You could have flirted with each other all the way back and you still wouldn't have told me about it!"
"Maybe we were!" he yelled. "Just- Can you just shut up, my head is pounding." He said hiding his face in his hands. "Get the stick out of your ass, because lately you've been doing nothing but whining."
"No. I'm sick of it Eddie. I'm sick of the person you've become." Shocked, he immediately raised his head. His big puppy eyes found yours however, this time you didn't give in. What was going on between the two of you was not good and it was time to explain. It was time for brutal honesty. "You have changed. You have become someone you would have been disgusted with just two years ago."
"What are you talking about?"
"About you, Eddie! Now all that matters to you is alcohol and these stupid parties. I don't know if you remember, but during one of your speeches at the table in high school you emphasized how much you despise such people!"
"I don't know if it gets to you, but we're not in high school anymore." he scoffed.
"What happened to you? What happened to Eddie, who wrote songs about fighting knights and dragons? Who wrote beautiful love ballads? Whose music had a message? Your last album is all empty words about sex, drugs and how there is nothing meaningful in life! I can understand to devote a few songs to that, but not a whole damn album!" You knew that criticizing his music would be a blow to a sensitive spot, but what was your one blow compared to his treating you like a punching bag? "Where is Eddie who couldn't wait for the campaign and was excited to wonder if Dustin would find an ulterior motive in it? Where is the Eddie who could talk to Will for hours about his role as DM? Where is the Eddie who at every possible opportunity went back to Hawkins to spend some time with his Uncle? Where the hell is the Eddie who didn't choose getting drunk over our dinners together? Where is the Eddie who was always looking for ways to be close to me?!"
"Y/n…" he tried to interrupt you however it was too late. You sped away breaking all the brakes along the way.
"Where is Eddie, who always answered my I love yous? Because the one in front of me now doesn't even want to look at me anymore." You were crying, struggling with breathing out the words. "For the past few months, every time I come you have a problem with kissing me. If I didn't hug you myself you wouldn't do it. You don't answer my messages, you don't answer my calls, when was the last time you told me you loved me?"
"Maybe I wouldn't have stopped doing that if you hadn't criticized me all the time!" he shouted avoiding your last question. He knew the answer would not be acceptable.
"And in what should I support you?! In getting drunk to the point of unconsciousness? Asking for nudes from other girls?! Do you even have any idea how much it hurts me? You don't tell me anything! You keep everything a secret, your nights out, your new friends, you never want to talk about it! How do I know what the hell you are doing there?! I'm supposed to support you in this so that later I can see pictures everywhere from clubs of you having a great time with your fans who are pushing themselves straight into your lap and you don't even try to stop them?!"
"You're just jealous! You're pathetically jealous because you can't accept that my life is so much better now and I don't need you in it at all!"
Suddenly you had nothing more to add. Everything had become clear. Clearer than you had imagined.
It took a while for him to realize what he had said, his words broke the heart not only for you but also for him, because he knew that this was the moment when he would lose you.
"Baby, no. Shit, I am so sorry-" he approached you quickly grabbing your hand but you immediately yanked it away. "Sweetheart, please, that's not what I meant. You know I love you, I'm sorry I've been acting like this lately, please, I'll change, I promise." he panicked. It intensified when he didn't get any response from you. You walked around the room collecting your belongings, which you threw into a suitcase occasionally wiping away tears. Despite his begging and following you around like a lost puppy dog you never spoke a word to him again. Even when you left slamming the door.
For the first few weeks it didn't get to him. He completely lost himself in the party vortex forgetting all God's world "enjoying" his freedom. Waking up in places he didn't know next to people he didn't remember with a massive headache, lack of energy and nausea. This was his new daily life. A daily life that was wearing him down. The Internet was buzzing with news, stories and footage of him getting into fights with other people, or of Gareth and Jeff or Simon having to carry him out of clubs and bars because he was so drunk he couldn't do it on his own strength.
Locked in a vicious cycle, he was starting to suffocate. Suddenly all the things he wanted so much but couldn't do when he was with you were starting to push him away. Suddenly all the quickies with people whose name he didn't even know began to disgust him. The mere mention of any alcohol made him sick. Despite the fact that there were still plenty of people around him giving him their full attention, he felt lonely. Queues of groupies lining up for the tour bus, the forbidden fruit that tempted so much turned out to be nothing.
Lying alone in bed, he stared at the ceiling feeling cold. The darkness that surrounded him consumed his entire soul. Hearing the vibration of the phone he quickly grabbed it hoping it was a message from you, but it wasn't. Suddenly Eddie felt a burning feeling in his eyes that he hadn't felt in a long time. He touched his tear-wet cheeks in disbelief. He couldn't remember the last time he cried, but it must have been a very long time ago. Feeling despair spreading throughout his body, he decided to grab a lifeline and called the person he could always count on in such situations. The person who never refused to help him and who always managed to chase away his demons. Unfortunately, this person did not answer this time, leaving him alone. The person he shouted right in her face that he didn't need her in his life. Sadly, he needed her more than he thought, and loved her even more, but somewhere in his crazy journey, greedy for fame, he forgot all about it leaving him completely alone. He thought about the moment you separated, thought about everything you told him then, thought about how right you were. The longer he thought about it, the more disgusted he became with the person he had become. You were so damn right. He felt like a blinded fool. In fact, that's exactly what he was. The Eddie you loved got lost in the maze of celebrity and money, and in order to survive there he had to adapt to the new environment by creating a completely new version of himself. A version he wasn't proud of.
When he finally calmed down and wiped away his last tears he felt a surge of motivation. He was determined to find the old Eddie and bring him back.
Everyone immediately noticed the change. When rock star, social spirit, party monster Eddie Munson locked himself inside four walls cutting himself off from everything people were shocked. The real reason was known only to the members of Corroded Coffin, who forced him to talk. When he finally told them everything they showed him great support and helped him regain his former self. It was not an easy and quick process, but after a few months he managed to change tracks. Focusing mainly on writing new songs, after the concerts he always returned to the hotel, where he occupied his thoughts with planning D&D campaigns to which he also wanted to return. It turned out that escaping into the fantasy world was still great medicine for his tortured soul. He spent a great deal of time talking to Wayne. The old man was initially very surprised, but also happy to hear his nephew more often now. At his and Corroded Coffin's manager's urging, he also tried visits to a psychologist, which helped him not only find balance in his new life but also helped him deal with nightmares from the past.
The last destination on the tour was Indianapolis. Being so close to home, Eddie sent you all VIP entrance tickets. With a tightness in his heart, he watched as Max, Lucas, Dustin, Mike, El, Erica and Will lined up right at the barriers in front of the stage. Right behind them walked Steve and Robin, and at the very end you. After such a long time of no contact with you, he felt like crying at your sight. He didn't believe you would come, he thought you hated him and nothing would convince you to be here today. And yet there you were. Fate was giving him a chance and he wasn't going to let it pass.
The concert went well, to everyone's surprise, they didn't play a single song from the new album. They relied mainly on those that were written back in Gareth's garage in the days when the world had no idea who Corroded Coffin was. Some people, were not happy about this, but the vast majority sang the songs along with them as much as they had breath. At the very end of the performance, Eddie approached the microphone putting his finger to his lips, thus asking for silence.
"Before we finish, I'd like to announce something." he said looking around. "I'm damn grateful for each and every one of you here, if it weren't for you, we would never have gotten this far, and I will never be able to repay you for that." The crowd went wild, everyone started shouting and applauding, and Eddie smiled and once again asked for silence. "Unfortunately, even on the most beautiful journey one can get lost. And I got lost very badly, and I think that if someone hadn't shouted it in my face a few months ago I would never have found my way back." He grunted. He tried to find you in the crowd, but the headlights blinded him and he couldn't. You, however, saw him. You saw him very well, for the first time in a long time you saw Eddie. The real one. "But I found it. This road is not one of the easiest, so it hurts my heart to tell you that this is the last Corroded Coffin concert this year. It will be a few months before we start working on the new album and hit the road again, and I hope that at least some of you have the boundless patience to welcome us back in time as warmly as you bid us farewell today." he chuckled, receiving thunderous applause anew. "But before we say a final goodbye for today we have a surprise for you."
Unfamiliar chords rang out from the speakers as everyone realized it was a new song, and people started jumping and shouting with excitement.
Cold ground as your deathbed The last thing you hear is scream Heart-wrecking cry of a little ship The little ship is begging Praying to the God above for a miracle You don't know which one But one of them have heard the prayer And you are breathing again
You are back but something is wrong You are back but something is missing Your hands are cold Your heart is colder
Then you meet her Like a ray of sunshine cutting through the clouds Her touch is soft Her voice is calm But her heart Her heart was forged in the abyss of hell In the fire hottest than the Sun She's got a hellfire heart
You can try to avoid it You can try to escape But when she touches you she leaves burning marks She will break your ribs She will pull the lungs out of your chest She will find a way to your heart And you will let her
Be careful you blind fool Because once you lose her You feel like death is taking you back Be careful you stupid creature Because once you stop appreciating what you've got You'll end up alone Without the littlest spark to keep you warm You will freeze to death in the middle of a fire
When you meet her Like a ray of sunshine cutting through the clouds Her touch is soft Her voice is calm But her heart Her heart was forged in the abyss of hell In the fire hottest than the Sun She's got a hellfire heart
After the concert officially ended, the whole group went backstage. Seeing the excitement of everyone except you, Eddie guessed that you didn't tell anyone about what happened between you. When he found the right moment he pulled you aside and locked the two of you in a fitting room. Without a word you stared at each other waiting for someone to finally make the first move. Despite his fear, he knew he had to be the one to make it.
"Thank you for coming." he said quietly taking a step closer to you, but you took that one step back. "I know I fucked everything up, I know that some stupid song won't change anything, I know you have the right to hate me. I've been a complete asshole, everything at its worst, I've treated you in a terrible way, and to tell you the truth I don't even deserve to have you standing here with me…" he once again tried to approach you. This time you did not move away. "I love you, I haven't stopped loving you and you need to know that. I know I didn't show it to you like I should have, I know you didn't feel it and you had the right to doubt it. I want you to know that I have changed. At least I'm trying to do that, I'm in therapy and it's said to be having an effect. Who would have thought, huh?"
"Your apology won't make me forget all this Eddie." you said.
"I know, and I don't expect you to forget. All I'm asking you for is a chance, to show that I've changed. I may never be able to get back the old Eddie you fell in love with, but I can assure you that the Eddie you hated is definitely not coming back. In front of you stands a brand new Eddie, hopefully better than the previous ones."
"I can forgive you, but that doesn't mean it will stop hurting." The tears in your eyes were breaking his heart. Old Eddie would have killed him for how much pain he caused you. "Even if I forgive you it doesn't mean I'll give us a second chance Eddie. I don't know if I'll be able to."
"I know, but I beg you to try to get to know me again. Maybe someday you'll be able to fall in love with me all over again." he grabbed your hand. Large and warm, in which you could easily hide your own. Whose touch used to be home to you.
"I forgive you." you whispered. Hearing those words, he couldn't stop the smile that pressed on his lips. That was enough. From that moment on, he knew he would do anything to fix the mistakes of the past.
"Can I hug you?" he asked shyly, and you only nodded your head. Holding you in his arms, he felt that his life was becoming complete again.
Your path was uncertain, you had no idea how it would end, and neither did he. However, the end was far away, and for now you had to focus on the beginning.
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*slams hands on the table* drop your fave fics rn
Hold my hand (and I'll hold yours)
Kim Dokja and Yoo Jonghyuk are stuck holding hands at school for one week. (This has smut)
Sour then sweet ( This has smut)
Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja ran a lemonade stand as kids. Yoo Joonghyuk made good lemonade but sucked at selling it, so Kim Dokja was his little salesman. Years later, Yoo Joonghyuk is a successful CEO and Kim Dokja is the new employee looking for an entry level job, but Yoo Joonghyuk immediately puts him as sales manager.
Overtime
Kim Dokja, in a very brief moment of stupidity, sees Yoo Jonghyuk and thinks that he has met a kindred soul, a fellow slave to capitalism. Or in other words, a fellow modern day salary worker.
How the might fall (in love)
Yoo Joonghyuk confuses sexual tension with anger issues while Kim Dokja's censored face annoys the life out of him, so he takes matters into his own hands, quite literally, to get rid of it (and it works).
Keep your enemy close and your heart closer(lest it falls in love)
Police Chief Yoo Joonghyuk’s neighbour is one of the city’s most notorious mafia bosses—but he doesn’t have the evidence to prove it.
Study reveals: you can't suffer if you are dead
In which Yoo Jonghyuk takes being a Tsundere to the next level, Kim Dokja is very confused, everyone else is very tired, and help comes from the last place they'd expect it.
Dating Yoo Joonghyuk
Dating Yoo Jonghyuk is like dating a really buff leech.
This is how it feels
“Don’t you dare,” Kim Dokja warns, already tensed. “Don’t you even think–”
The protagonist then proceeds to roll over once more, making Kim Dokja the victim of gravity and a muscle bound terror once more.
“I hate you! Do you even know how much you weigh?! Joonghyuk! Get off!”
Honey,line and sinker ( This has smut)
So Kim Dokja is a pretty little thing.
So Kim Dokja is a pretty little thing that isn't Yoo Joonghyuk's.
The tidal pain of wanting
Kim Dokja is transmigrated into a different world. He's determined to keep to himself and wait for the narrative to reach it's end so he can go home. He doesn't mean to get attached.
He doesn't expect to be loved, either.
Raising a protagonist
In which Kim Dokja learns to hate reading, but he still manages to find his protagonist.
You are the colours to my skies
“I didn’t sign a consent form for this,” Kim Dokja announces, after giving up the valiant struggle.
Yoo Joonghyuk takes his win as what it is, and presses a long, sweet kiss against Kim Dokja’s neck. “You did,” he mumbles. “It was our marriage certificate.”
A king's consort
The Constellations become restless on a fine Friday evening, and take it upon themselves to torture a helpless Kim Dokja by starting an unnecessary scenario.
It’s goal?
For Kim Dokja to be loved.
How foolish.
Yoo Joonghyuk can't be this clingy!
Such close touch gave Yoo Joonghyuk great satisfaction. He could feel each subtle breathing and heartbeat from Kim Dokja. The rise and fall of the chest, as well as the warmth of the body, giving him immense peace of mind.
Faithful fate
[Spoilers up to Ch.310 of the webnovel]
AU where Yoo Joonghyuk got the star in the 46th Scenario and picked a different option.
Would you roll for me if I was on Rate-up?
The three times Kim Dokja made Yoo Joonghyuk jealous of a jpeg. and the one time Yoo Joonghyuk turned the tables on him.
Re calibrating love and logic
Yu Junghyeok and Kim Dokja are dating; he just doesn't know it yet.
Can't dream alone
5 times (?) Kim Dokja tried to help Yoo Joonghyuk rest + 1 time it's Yoo Joonghyuk's turn (?).
Darling dance
In which an assassin slow dances with his target crown prince
The casualty of casual touch
Kim Dokja knew something about their relationship had changed when Yoo Joonghyuk began assailing him with casual touch.
Human and something like magic(it's love)
At least you celebrate your birthday, Kim Dokja had thought, before banishing the thought entirely. No use harping on it and letting his cheap, one-day expired convenience store cake taste bitter on his own birthdays.
The fox and the snake
A godling snake of the forest piques the interest of a fox.
Figuratively and literally
Sequel to dealing with the duke by baked m potato.
home, an irrevocable condition
Kim Dokja would rather die than let Yoo Joonghyuk know where he works. And he succeeds. At least for two full years.
the art of getting caught-a guide by kim dokja
4 times kim dokja and yoo joonghyuk were found in compromising positions, and 1 time they were actually getting it on
The story in a sunset
Yu Junghyeok used to think he'd learnt everything about himself already. Now he knows that, ever since they'd met, he's only ever wanted answers Kim Dokja could give.
There are more but these are ones I highly recommend.
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Nina Marchenko was in her kitchen when a bomb fell on her cottage. It blew off the roof, demolished the concrete summer house in the garden, and killed her dog, Tulik. Bits of fence were tossed into the air. “There was smoke and that was it,” she said. “A woman died in another strike nearby. I can only curse Vladimir Putin. He’s driven us from our house.”
Last week, Marchenko and her disabled husband, Misha, fled their home in Kupiansk, in the north-east of Ukraine. The Russian army seized the city in the early days of Putin’s 2022 invasion. Ukrainian soldiers took it back eight months later. For most of the last two years the frontline – across the Oskil River and a series of rustic hamlets – barely changed.
In recent weeks, however, the Russians have been advancing. Across the frontline, Ukrainian defences are crumbling at the fastest rate since 2022. In October, Russia swallowed nearly 310 miles (500km) of Ukrainian territory including more than 15 sq miles around Kupiansk. Two-thirds of these losses of territory have been in the neighbouring Donetsk region. Ukraine’s southern sector there is close to collapse.
Russian combat units are now less than two miles from Kupiansk. A little to the south, troops have already reached the Oskil River, turning Ukrainian-controlled territory on the left bank into two separate and shrinking bulges. Bridges across the river are relentlessly bombed. Moscow’s apparent plan is to flatten Kupiansk and then reoccupy it.
Speaking from an office bunker, Kupiansk’s military-civilian mayor, Andriy Besedin, described the situation on the eastern side of the Oskil as “critical”. He said 1,400 people were refusing to evacuate from their homes, despite having no electricity, water or gas. Most were elderly people. They were not pro-Russian, Besedin suggested, but simply unwilling to move out or listen to anxious relatives.
“We are going flat to flat and driving around with loudspeakers. We say: ‘Please leave. We don’t know what will happen tomorrow,’” he said. “The pensioners think the Russians won’t hurt them. We tell them the situation is different from 2022 and that they will get killed.”
“I hope when the weather changes and it’s cold they will finally exit,” Besedin added.
Since the beginning of October the situation in Kupiansk became dramatically worse, the mayor said. Russian kamikaze drones were flying above the city, targeting people waiting at bus stops. “We can’t deliver humanitarian aid. They see a pick-up and hit it with a drone. You can’t outrun them,” Besedin said. About 2,200 residents remained, as missiles crashed around them.
Recently a Russian warplane dropped a 1,500kg guided bomb on the civic building next to Besedin’s office, killing three people. The decorative brick structure was a sprawling mess. Was the Kremlin trying to target the mayor personally? “Yes,” Besedin said. “They’ve tried several times.” Other missiles have struck Kupiansk’s museum, football ground, meat factory, market and palace of culture.
Ukraine was battling against terrorism and dictatorship, Besedin said, and a malevolent axis of countries that included Russia, North Korea and Iran.
“Our guys are fighting for every centimetre. Unfortunately the civilised world isn’t giving us enough weapons. What about democratic values? Stopping Russia is our collective responsibility. If we fail, Putin will attack the Baltic states and Poland,” he said.
Soldiers said conditions on the frontline were tough. “We don’t have enough to shoot with. They fire 10 shells for our one,” said Oleksandr Isaiev, a 59-year-old sapper. The Russians had more personnel and armoured vehicles, he said, and dropped between eight and 12 KAB glided bombs a day on his position. “If one lands on you, you’re dead. They make a hole 5 metres deep and 10 metres’ across,” he said.
Isaiev expressed frustration at the west’s so-called “red lines” and the Biden administration’s persistent refusal to allow Kyiv to hit targets deep inside Russia with US-supplied munitions. The UK and France have not lifted restrictions either. “We have the rockets. But we can’t use them to wallop Russian airfields,” Isaiev said. “Until the US gets over its nervousness, we will lose territory.”
With too few conventional weapons, Ukraine is trying to hold the line using drones. Oleksandr Ivantsov, a drone operator with the 3rd Assault Brigade, said the situation on the left bank was tense. The Russians were constantly trying to storm Ukrainian positions, he said, adding: “There are battles everywhere. Sometimes they succeed. Sometimes they don’t. There are no easy places. They have huge resources.”
This week, streets in Kupiansk were largely deserted. A handful of elderly residents could be seen carrying shopping bags and pushing trolleys. Police on patrol wore body armour. Besedin said he would provide municipal services for as long as possible. “We are fighting on every front: military, administrative and social,” he said. “Everybody is doing what they can. Kupiansk isn’t lost yet.”
Some residents, however, acknowledged it was only a matter of time before the Russians came back. Ksenia Lukyanova said her home city was strategically important and a railway hub. From Kupiansk, a road went south to the town of Izium – occupied and liberated in 2022 – and the garrison city of Sloviansk. Another led to Kharkiv, Ukraine’s second city. To the north was the Russian province of Belgorod.
“During the second world war, Kupiansk was seized and liberated four times. It switched between Soviets and Nazis,” Lukyanova said. Last year a bomb wrecked her home. In September, shrapnel shattered the window of her new apartment in the village of Hrushivka, just outside Kupiansk. “We carry on, keep smiling and try and help each other. Inside we are crying and screaming,” she said. “Our souls hurt.”
Her friend Natalya Surko said most residents in the suburb of Kupiansk-Vuzlovyi were packing up to leave. “At night it’s terrible. You hear a siren and three seconds later an explosion. There’s no time to get dressed. After the first bang, you think: ‘Do I get up or not?’ You don’t.” Surko said she lost her job as Kupiansk’s railway station duty manager when the full-scale war arrived. “I’m paid £40 a month,” she said.
Evacuees from the Kupiansk region are taken to a processing centre in Kharkiv, where they are registered and given medical checkups. Some arrive in their own vehicles; others are brought by minibus or ambulance. So far this month 1,800 people have turned up. Local charities, the UNHCR and the Red Cross dole out emergency parcels. Many of the displaced stay with relatives. Others are allocated dormitories.
The regional administration had issued compulsory evacuation notices to families with children. Lilya Shevchenko, 16, and Nadia Shynkarenko, 14, said they had come from Barove, a left-bank village south of Kupiansk. Every other house was smashed, they said. “The Russians were 30kms away. Now it’s 15 to 20kms. There are a few old ladies left. At night people drive to Izyum and sleep there, because it’s safer,” Lilya said.
She described bombardment as scary but said Russia’s eight-month occupation in 2022 was far worse. “For the first few weeks we had no internet connection. We didn’t know what was happening in Kharkiv. The Russians stole everything. They were drunk. We were afraid to go out on the street.” She last attended school on the day before the invasion, and was studying online, she said.
Queuing up to register, Marchenko said she had left all her belongings behind. “We had a garden with fruit trees and vegetables. But this year it was only weeds because it was impossible to plant anything. As soon as you stepped foot outside they start to shell,” the 72-year-old said. Would she ever go back? “I don’t know. If my house still stands, maybe I will.”
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WW Stamp of The Day #1
For my first ever Worldwide Stamp of The Day I selected one of my first ever stamps!
This is a used Japan 1940 Kirishima National Park stamp. I actually have this whole set and maybe as I continue this series you’ll get to see the rest! You can see that this stamp has been cancelled three times from receiving postmarks along the route it travelled when it was still attached to an envelope. Japanese stamps are one of the main focuses of my collection and this was one of the stamps that started it all!
It depicts a torii gate, which in Shinto marks the transition from between the average world and sacred spaces. This stamp was printed with the photogravure method in the colour scarlet. It was issued on 8/21/1940 with a print run of 350,000. There’re no variations.
I love this stamps because it exemplifies what I love about stamp collecting! It’s both a beautiful piece of art and reflects the history and culture of the country it’s from! Stamps are an extremely accessible way to collect art while learning more about the world too.
Catalogue #’s: Stamp Number JP 310, Stanley Gibbons JP 370, Sakura JP P27
#from my collection#Japan#Nippon#philately#stamp collecting#stamps#postage stamps#philatelist#stamp collector#collector#collection
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310. Epilogue, Episode 2
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Transcript:
(Pink text = Megyn)
Megyn (narrating): After being admitted, Mom and I spent ninety days in inpatient care and another ninety in an outpatient program.
Megyn (narrating): There, we learned to accept what happened to my dad and finally begin healing from years of abuse.
Megyn (narrating): My relationship with Mom has taken on a new meaning. I no longer see her as my enemy, but rather, someone who has suffered at the hands of my dad just as much as I have. A fellow survivor.
Megyn (narrating): After all, Mom was never meant to be with Dad. She only married him because she was having his baby: me. And when that happened, she became trapped.
Megyn (narrating): With each other as our only companion during the entirety of rehab, as we didn't have contact with the outside world, we learned to rely on each other.
Megyn (narrating): And... I finally had someone I could truly call "Mom."
*Megyn and Molly hug*
#sims 4#ts4#simblr#sims blog#sims 4 story#ts4 story#sims story#sims storytelling#The Runaway#Megyn Rodham#Molly Rodham
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Weekly Wrap Up - 11/26/23
Hey everyone, the first full week of polls is done!
Top five smashable wrestlers this week: 1. Kris Statlander. 91.0% voted smash out of 288 votes 2. Rhea Ripley. 84.2% voted smash out of 266 votes 3. Eddie Kingston. 82.8% voted smash out of 441 votes 4. Penelope Ford. 72.9% voted smash out of 251 votes 5. Samoa Joe. 72.1% voted smash out of 340 votes
More stats under the cut, along with my observations, commentary, and some of my favorite tags...
Bottom five smashable wrestlers this week: 1. The Boogeyman. 22.6% voted smash out of 230 votes 2. Brock Lesnar. 23.2% voted smash out of 237 votes 3. Doink the Clown. 28.3% voted smash out of 258 votes 4. Gunther. 29.6% voted smash out of 196 votes 5. Pretty Peter Avalon. 30.8% voted smash out of 224 votes
Most total votes, which I am taking as a measure of enthusiasm (both love and hate) 1. Eddie Kingston - 441 votes 2. Bryan Danielson - 406 votes 3. Samoa Joe - 340 votes 4. Filthy Tom Lawlor - 310 votes 5. Kris Statlander - 288 votes
And least total votes, which I am taking as a measure of apathy 1. Gunther - 196 votes 2. Pretty Peter Avalon - 224 votes 3. The Boogeyman - 230 votes 4. Brock Lesnar - 237 votes 5. Penelope Ford - 251 votes
The closest match was Bryan Danielson, whose final result was 46.8% smash, 53.2% pass
Average smash rating for... Women - 82.7% Men - 45.8% AEW - 61.4% WWE - 41.6%
I'm gonna be real with you guys, it is HILARIOUS to me, that Brock Lesnar was beaten by Pretty Peter Avalon and Doink the Clown (who got a mention on Hey (EW) this morning, by the way!). The only person Brock Lesnar could actually beat was the Boogeyman. A guy who has worms hanging out of his mouth.
Speaking of the Boogeyman, this request was probably the funniest one I've gotten so far. Because like...my only phobia, the only thing in the whole world I have an irrational fear of...is worms. It's not something I usually bother telling anyone, because when does that come up? And in wrestling? Surely no worms here! And mere DAYS after starting this blog, there I was, sifting through images of a guy with worms hanging out of his mouth, trying not to freak out!
To the person who requested him, I promise I'm not mad about it! You didn't know! And I was Very Brave about it long enough to make the post and now that it's over I can laugh about it.
And now for some of my favorite tags and comments
@moon-crater on Randy Savage: #i chose smash but i could never come between him and miss elizabeth
@danielgaycia on Bryan Danielson: #how is this so close he's literally the weird vegan sex guy. flaccid penis danielson. SMASH
@dykecassidy on Pretty Peter Avalon: #im fucking him just to see what his problem is
@kevinsteen on the Young Bucks: #they'd botch a quadruple backflip onto your cock
@sava-smth on Doink the Clown: #one piece has a whole fandom and you cowards passing on a sex icon?!
@alternativeproject on Doink the Clown: #we’re really in it now scoob
Okay, that is enough for now! Next week I'll start including overall standings in addition to weekly results. If you want to have a look at the raw data, you can find it here:
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Zhusha Shokuin is an incredibly powerful dragon goddess who was sealed away for her many antics. She is a selfish being who lived on her own curated mountain that was surrounded by water. She loved to cause chaos and see things be destroyed just for a giggle. A seal was placed upon her to keep her in check, but she would always find a way to break that seal to bits, faster and faster with each new seal. Thus, it got to a point where she had, long ago, almost created her own mass extinction upon the planet with the misuse of her abilities.
Her abilities were to change day to night in an instant with the blink of her eyes, to change seasons on the fly with the inhales and exhales of her flame-like breath and to create huge gusts of wind simply by breathing. The misuse of these abilities was something that no god could look past. Thus, to weaken her to the point of putting her in a slumber, different gods and goddesses would create immensely powerful seals to force upon Zhusha and then place.
The first seal was to ban access to her true form, a 310-mile-long dragon. It would also shrink the 'already rather tall' human-like form she'd usually take to put her at a shorter height.
The second, third and fourth seals were to weaken her abilities by grand amounts.
Her ability to change day to night in an instant was given a set range that it could work within, acting as a passthrough barrier set around her that when walked into, led into an illusion of day or night for as long as you stayed within that barrier. Either way, the ability has its attributes changed to no longer work with a blink of her eyes, now working in terms of whenever she wishes to activate this ability herself.
Her ability to change seasons on the fly with her breath had its attributes changed to require her to charge up her breath to shoot out fire colored to the equivalent of that season and even then, its range of effectiveness would only be able to cover an average-sized mountain if she charged her beath for well over a minute.
Her ability to create huge gusts of wind simply by breathing would have its attributes changed to work only from her doing a set number of claps with her claws. Even then, the worst she could make her winds is a heavy breeze when trying to do it as an unfocused spread of wind.
The fifth seal acted as a way to make her mellow out more, removing herself from the wish to cause chaos.
The sixth seal acted as her punishment. It is the weakest of the seals, but it served the purpose of putting her in an incredibly long slumber where time passed in Zhusha's dreams much slower compared to the real world, making her suffer in an imaginary dream-like hell for what felt like an ungodly amount of time.
All of these seals except the fifth and sixth would be hidden away, all put in different places. The fifth and sixth one was attached to Zhusha herself, although she has much trouble breaking them. Zhusha would then be buried within the grounds of Hell.
Nowadays, she’s already broken out of the sixth seal, but she roams the surface calmly. Her fifth seal has aged enough to be less effective than what it should be, but it is still impossible for her to break.
(Faceclaim is Ilulu from Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid!)
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Analysing lines from the Deltarune: Chapter 1 en lang file every two days until the next chapters: #67 (lines 310-312)
* If you haven't gotten it by now… * Your choices don't matter. * Let's go, freak.
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"Your choices don't matter."
Often taken by fans as the game's main theme, strangely enough. Part of that is due to the fact that DELTARUNE is confirmed to only have one ending.
Q: How many endings are there? A: One. Q: Then doesn't that mean nothing I do matters? A: There's something more important than reaching the end.
It seems like Toby Fox believes the journey matters more than the destination, unless this is referring to something else. Perhaps the ㅤfriendsㅤ you made along the way.
Indeed, claiming that this means your choices do not matter at all would be quite foolish.
Another argument made by people who take Susie's line as an absolute law is the line "No one can choose who they are in this world." seen during analysis #9. However, equating those two statements does not quite make sense. One is about your choices not having enough of an influence to be able to change "things" - the world, the people around you or the situation you would happen to be in. Another is about how your identity is only yours and claims that you specifically cannot choose it.
Of course, both are said in villainous contexts* and could easily be statements the game wants to disprove.
(*The "second voice" is still too vague at the moment to really tell "what their deal is", as some would say. Some also believe it to be the same person as the first voice.)
Kris is called a "freak" by Susie a few times at the start of the first chapter. She stops doing that quite quicky. While it is obviously meant as an insult there, it might be worth noting that Toby Fox is known for jokingly referring to his fans as "freaks" or "freeaaaaaaks", seemingly a term of endearment.
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Day 310 of 366
I am currently working as an astronomy/physics lecturer for science exhibits. I love how noble the cause is and how primarily aligned it is with my philosophy in life. What makes it fascinating is that I can see how science should be presented and must be accessible to everyone.
I saw (firsthand) how they were fascinated with basic science concepts that they didn't understand or fully grasp the moment they heard them. I have had this kind of outreach experience before, and it brings back memories. There is still a sense of purpose in making a transformative change and inspiring other people (at a young age) to pursue science-related careers.
I stick to what I used to do when I was teaching. The science must be delivered to them (the audience) and help them realize how beautiful our world is and how everything is connected. Hearing this gives me a lot of chills, especially when I hear "wow" from children. It might look like doing some dog show in front of them, but that is only to add humor to the science concepts.
It shapes further the cause. Science must reach the farthest or even some remote areas where kids can be inspired to become science literate and help bring growth and prosperity to their respective communities.
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Haunted grief
for @flufftober 2024 - day 25 - prompt: Haunted House
Fandom: Alster Diamonds (book, by Anna K. Thomas) Pairing: Leander/Sophie Words: 310 Rating: G
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Hamburg, 1843
The Hansen house had stood empty all these years.
"Why has no one bought it? It's beautiful." Sophie wondered aloud as they stood in the fashionable parlour.
The estate agent shrugged. "Some people say it's haunted. You know, because everyone in the family died of a fever."
"Not everyone." Leander hissed. It was not the estate agent's fault, so he kept his anger inside. But Sophie noticed and put a hand on her husband's arm. Inevitably she had to think of the youngest Hansen daughter, who had ended up rotting somewhere in the alleys - probably with a fever, yes, but not as the stories had it in Hamburg in 1826. Sophie felt Leander pat her hand with a weary smile.
Poor Leander. Would he ever get over the betrayal of his own grandfather?
"Well, you have time to consider the deal." The agent said.
"What deal?" Sophie tilted her head and this time it was Leander who squeezed her hand. "You like it?"
Sophie gasped. "You don't think Uncle Ben will let us leave the Achtmann house?"
"No. But what about that boarding school we talked about?"
Now she bit her lips and gripped her husband's hands. "You... you mean that... oh, yes, yes... I can see it. The house where less privileged children could learn to read and write while..." She lowered her face. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't."
"But that's exactly what it is, Sophie. Don't flinch. It would be a shelter for those who are forgotten, while the daughter of this very house was heartlessly cast out into the streets."
Sophie raised her eyes, just as Leander had once told her. To hold her head high and face the cruel world with pride. But now it was not about her, it was about righting a terrible wrong.
Perhaps then... perhaps then he would overcome his grief...
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DEMOCRACY KNOWS NO PARTY
TCinLA
Aug 23, 2024
“Democracy knows no party … it separates us from tyranny.” - Adam Kinzinger
“We have so much more in common than our differences." - Kamala Harris
Truly, my friends, wee are living in a time none of us have ever seen before; we are in the midst of a revolution unlike any ever seen in the history of democracy anywhere.
Thirty-one days ago, I was doing my best to turn in an Oscar-worth performance of Act As If. Seeing what was happening over the previous month, I was having a hard time believing we would defeat Trump. I even asked my British editor if my British publisher would help their leading author to relocate out of this country.
I argued against making a change in candidate because I had lived through the last time a president withdrew from a re-election campaign, and I had seen the Democratic Party tear itself apart, leaving victory to the candidate whose time in office set us on the largely-downward course we have been on for the past 56 years. I didn’t see how we could avoid that.
And then the presidential withdrawal came. I sat here thinking “What do we do now?”
And 30 minutes later Joe Biden announced his support for Kamala Harris to succeed him as the nominee.
And the world changed.
I’d supported Kamala in 2020, and I hoped that 2024 would be her time, as that year hadn’t, but I didn’t have anything but hope at that point.
In 48 hours, Kamala had gained the near-universal support of party leaders. Amazing!
Do you realize it’s only been less than three weeks since you didn’t know who Tim Walz was?
The Harris-Walz campaign has raised $500 million in less than 30 days, Reuters reported last Tuesday. The campaign previously said it took in $310 million in July, including $200 million in the first week after she entered the race following President Joe Biden’s July 21 withdrawal. And the campaign thinks they can make it $600 million before the end of August.
House Democrats are also raking in money, bringing their cash on hand to nearly $92 million after they took in close to $17.6 million in July.
Meanwhile, Trump raised $47.5 million in July, while spending $24.3 million and bringing his cash-on-hand total to $151.3 million, while Harris reported close to $220 million on hand.
All of this was inconceivable 32 days ago.
On Tuesday night, I wasn’t going to watch the state roll call, one of the great Cheesy Events of American politics, but while I was fast-forwarding through it, the DVR stopped and it came on. I watched for a minute and then hit rewind and watched the whole thing. Was it cheesy? Yes, but this time it was also educational.
The thing that occurred to me while watching was how much the Democratic Party has changed in the 21st century. By estimate, 50% of the delegates at the 2024 convention are black or Hispanic. The comparison is particularly stark when looking at the Republican convention, where white people overwhelmingly dominated.
It’s a look I like.
Tuesday night, Barack Obama said, “As much as any policy or program, I believe that’s what we yearn for – a return to an America where we work together and look out for each other. A restoration of what Lincoln called, on the eve of civil war, “our bonds of affection.” An America that taps what he called “the better angels of our nature.” That’s what this election is about. And I believe that’s why, if we each do our part over the next 77 days – if we knock on doors and make phone calls and talk to our friends and listen to our neighbors – if we work like we’ve never worked before – we will elect Kamala Harris as the next President of the United States, and Tim Walz as the next Vice President of the United States. We’ll elect leaders up and down the ballot who will fight for the hopeful, forward-looking America we believe in. And together, we too will build a country that is more secure and more just, more equal and more free.”
Watching these past four days, seeing the Democratic Party I’ve always hoped to see appear before my eyes, I really believe it’s true.
Yes, we can.
Someone posted this in a Substack discussion page a few days ago:
AMERICAN GREATNESS
American greatness isn’t something you can buy.
Something you can demand.
Or that one man can give you.
American greatness is earned.
It doesn’t look a certain way.
Or worship in a certain church.
Greatness is in all of us.
In every American heart.
It’s always been here.
Through the work and pain and struggle.
To earn the gift so many died for.
American greatness is the gift we all share.
Greatness is in all of us.
You don’t need someone to make you great.
You’re an American.
Greatness was in you all along.
“We are the heirs to the greatest democracy, in the history of the world. And on behalf of our children and grandchildren and all those who sacrificed so dearly for our freedom and liberty, we must be worthy of this moment. It is now our turn to do what generations before us have done.
“Guided by optimism and faith, to fight for this country we love, to fight for the ideals we cherish and to uphold the awesome responsibility that comes with the greatest privilege on Earth.
“The privilege and pride of being an American.”
[TCinLA]
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