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[rustystars]

oh he's naked

[agentsnickers]

considering linking the millennial repression fics/s8 codas into a series. mostly bc other people deserve to know that that's what i'm calling them in my head.

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you guys wouldn’t know how much i love this and how much i cried

(𐙚⋆.˚) puzzle piece

⋆ 𐙚 ⭑.ᐟ [chenle x reader] ...୨♡୧... wc. 6.8k w. angs, swearing, mentions of a dead relative, i guess a lil depression talk! angst + fluff ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

hey siri! play "puzzle piece" by nct dream on spotify

as I try to fit in a world that keeps getting bigger a feeling of emptiness and vacancy comes to me but I can't recognize which part is missing i didn't even know the shape would be like this

if someone were to ask, chenle would tell them all about how there is something fundamentally wrong with him.

if someone asked, he would tell them that he has always felt like there was something missing in him. something hollow.

an emptiness he couldn’t fill, even when he tried everything. even when he had the most amazing friends and family in the world, incredibly stable economic foundations for a 23 year old and millions of opportunities awaiting for him the moment he decided to actually take a leap forward.

it wasn’t love either, he had concluded. he had had flings, girlfriends even. but none of them satiated the thirst he had for something bigger. none of them made him feel whole.

it wasn’t like it happened overnight. he didn’t wake up one morning in his teenage years with a sudden hollow in his chest like he had been told everyone does. it was always there, nagging at the back of his head, getting deeper and louder as he grew up.

it never went away, he just learnt how to live with it.

luckily, he had the right people to help him bear it.

“dude, pay attention! they’re beating our asses!” mark exclaimed, pushing chenle’s shoulder with his own as his fingers moved frantically on the controller.

“don’t put this on him, you just suck,” jaemin teased, a sly smile adorning his lips as his eyes shone with the reflection of the big tv in front of him.

“fuck you!” the older boy responded, grabbing a pillow from the floor and throwing it to his face.

“that's foul play, you should be disqualified,” jeno piped in, grabbing the same pillow and attempting to avenge his friend. mark ducked just in time, though, and the pillow hit poor, clueless jisung who was foolishly trying to finish his homework in peace.

“all i asked for was a minute of peace,” the black haired boy groaned, throwing the pillow at donghyuck’s face.

“the fuck did i do?” the boy whined, hugging the fluffy weapon to his chest. “i’m so targeted, this is sick and twisted.”

“you’re sick and twisted,” renjun spoke, not looking up from his phone. still, he somehow managed to duck when the pillow was thrown his way.

“only when a bad bitch is involved,” the honey skinned boy answered, earning a loud groan to erupt from everyone in the room. “what? girls like it when i’m freaky.”

“funny, because you’ve always been a freak and yet you’re still bitchless.” jisung answered without missing a beat, so nonchalantly that chenle couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh.

“i literally get more pussy than you,” hyuck tried to defend.

“we should really check in with everyone you’ve been with, no way they’re mentally okay,” chenle spoke up for the first time in the whole interaction, his fingers still moving relentlessly on the controller.

“only reason they need to be checked on is because i fucked their brains silly,” the boy continued to defend, eliciting another groan to come out of mark’s mouth.

“i’m divorcing this friend group.” mark announced, letting out a deep sigh once the screen showed his defeat.

“but markie, i love you,” jaemin cooed dramatically, throwing his arms around his shoulders.

“hey! i’m right here!” jeno complained, trying to snatch jaemin away by his waist.

chenle watched the whole interaction with a huge smile on his face. the hollow was always there, of course;  imposing and dark. but it was bearable, even when all of that happiness seeped away the moment he closed the door behind his friends.

but as if we're matching the scattered pieces together we're going to assemble our own story

if anyone asked, you would tell them there was something fundamentally wrong with you.

if anyone asked, you would tell them that at some point in your life, a part of you was snatched away as if claws had carved it right out of your chest.

you could pinpoint the exact moment it happened, all those years ago when a bed you used to crawl up to after nightmares was suddenly left empty.

but time passes, some wounds heal. and you get used to the sting of the ones that don’t.

still, sometimes, the sting is too strong to bear; the hollow is too deep and too cold to ignore and you feel like you’re drowning even when doing the smallest of tasks. 

so you had to get out. you had to leave it all behind and go somewhere where the silhouette of a lost brother didn’t hunt every corner. 

it was terrifying to leave a place you’ve known your entire life. but it was also exciting, and so, so needed after years of grief. that's what you kept repeating in your head as you watched the plane land, at least.

it thankfully didn’t take long to be able to leave, getting an uber to the apartment you had searched for for so long. the building was prettier than i had looked on the website, and the place you would soon call home shone bright with the light of new beginnings.

at the sight of a blank canvas formed by white walls and empty furniture, the hollow shrunk ever so slightly; taken aback by the possibilities within a story beginning to be written.

somewhere in my empty heart a piece is placed i am you i just knew it when I first saw you

chenle had no clue what he was doing at jackson wang’s house at 1:27am on a thursday.

it had all started so calm; just a few guys going over to enjoy spending time with someone that had acted as a big brother to them for so long.

he should’ve known, really, because everything always fucking happened at jackson’s house. so now, because of his own naiveness, he sat on the living room couch trying to get a sense of what the fuck he was just doing that lead him to be that dizzy.

he looked around the room for a couple seconds, scanning it to find his friends that were definitely not in a better state than him. mark sat by the other couch, haechan literally draped across his lap as he talked to his friend johnny about something chenle was quite sure neither of them fully grasped, judging by the blunt that hung off of the older boy’s lips as he nodded. renjun seemed to be absolutely destroying everyone in beer pong as yangyang screamed around in excitement.

it took a bit more scouting to find jaemin and jeno standing by the door, surrounding a very entertained woman that seemed to not be able to decide who her doe eyes were supposed to be wooing.

chenle scoffed at the sight, the laugh dying in his lips the moment his eyes zeroed in jisung’s figure pressing a girl he had never seen in his life to the wall by the stairs. 

the sly bastard.

“i wish i had the guts to do that,” a distant voice scoffed right next to him, pulling his attention away from his supposedly harmless best friend.

“i’ve known the guy my entire life and i didn’t know he had the guts to do that,” he commented amused, moving to face whoever was speaking to him.

oh.

“well, he looks like he’s enjoying it,” you snorted, moving to face him and giving him what chenle thought was a smile pretty enough to be illegal. “hi.”

“hi,” he greeted, not allowing himself to be frozen in place like his body so desperately wanted. “i’m chenle, by the way.”

“yn, nice to meet you,” you smiled again, and he really needed a picture of you to prove to his friends that angels were real. 

“are you a friend of jackson’s? i don’t think we’ve met,” he completely turned his body to you, jisung and his exploits be damned.

“i guess i am, he was good friends with my brother,” you smiled, and he didn’t miss the glint of sadness that passed through your eyes, gone as fast as it had initially appeared. “but i just moved here, so i thought being at a party on a thursday night wouldn’t be too bad to socialize.”

“makes sense, thursday parties are always where you’ll find the coolest people,” he laughed softly, suddenly realizing how much he had sobered up from your presence alone.

“yeah, i can see that,” you chuckled, taking your legs up to the couch as you sipped on your drink. “they look especially cool,” you said with an amused smile, pointing in the direction where two of his best friends now laid on the floor, legs propped up on the opposing couch as they giggled away.

“yeah, mark has a really low tolerance to weed,” he grimaced humorously, not being able to conceal the fondness in his words.

“you know them?” you asked, turning back to face him and propping the side of your face on the back rest of the couch.

“hmh, i know mostly everyone here,” he smiled, allowing himself to admire the pretty factions of your face. “except the girl jisung is basically eating right now.”

his words made a small laugh escape your lips, and he realized he wouldn’t mind trying to be funny if it meant hearing that sound again.

“it’s always the shy ones,” you mumbled humorously, eyes scanning the room until you pointed at someone else. “what about her?” chenle followed your gaze to where a girl was currently trying to get renjun railed up from the other side of the table. “that’s ning yizhuo. lovely girl, a menace though.”

“hmm, and is that her boyfriend?” you nodded, gaze shifting at where his friend smiled fondly at her previous subject.

“god no, that’s just renjun…”

like that, hours passed until he had to make himself responsible for getting all his friends (or the remaining two that had not mysteriously disappeared and were still on the floor) home for the day. he couldn’t leave without getting your phone number, though. not when you had so easily clicked.

you're my missing puzzle piece finally it fits you fill up all of the wounds in my broken heart

it was normal for some days to be better than others.

everyone had bad days, and this just happened to be one of them.

to chenle, days like these didn’t come with tears, or even with sadness or annoyance. they came with emptiness, indifference and a feeling of floating outside of his body, looking down at the empty shell that was supposed to be his home above anything else.

his phone kept ringing from its place on his desk as he laid in bed, watching the first show that came to mind even though he wasn’t paying attention. the only thing he could feel was the warmth coming from the small body of his dog laying against his stomach, anchoring him to reality. 

it wasn’t until later that he finally decided to check his notifications, skipping around some and making sure to let his friends know he was alive and well, just busy; planning to go right back to his activities before a specific text caught his attention

i can already feel this is gonna be a shitty day

your text dated back to around five hours prior, making him feel immediately guilty for not having responded. even then, he could find himself smiling slightly from the way you seemed to be so in sync.

you guessed it

he didn’t mean to sound dry, but there wasn’t enough energy in his body to type more than that. the boy didn’t expect you to answer quickly, he hadn’t. but still, he kept his phone a little closer as he went back to his place in his bed. it didn’t take long for it to ring, and he would be slightly embarrassed to admit how fast he had checked it.

would you absolutely despise having a bad day together? kinda don't want to be alone rn

his heart skipped a beat as he read what you had sent. he understood how you felt, of course; he had felt like that a million times. what he didn’t understand is why you would want to spend time with him out of all people.

he had a million flaws, a million questions.

but he also had butterflies swarming around his stomach, making him feel something for the first time that entire day.

i would not despise it in the slightest, want me to go pick you up?

since when did he have the will power to stand up and drive?

nah, ill take an uber

also, do you like mint choco ice cream?

his nose furrowed ever so slightly. he knew you couldn’t be that perfect.

bring that to my house and i won’t answer the door.

the faintest smile took place on his lips at the sight of your answer.

i wanted to bully you about something, i’m getting cookie dough

so you were actually that perfect.

it didn’t take much convincing from his own brain to get up and take a quick shower, the need to look presentable in front of you seemingly greater than his laziness. right as he was finishing drying his hair, he heard a knock on the door. he moved with no rush to open it, not wanting to seem desperate to see you. once he did, though, he thought it was worth it to look ridiculous if that would somehow communicate to you how absolutely majestic you looked, baggy hoodie and pajama pants be damned.

“hey, lele,” you smiled, weaker than you usually did.

“hey, pretty,” he returned the gesture as he moved to let you in. “you okay?”

“not really,” you said with a big sigh. “but i have you, ice cream and daegal, so i think i’ll survive.”

and he really hoped you kept your word, because he didn’t think he wanted to spend another bad day without you.

before I realized it, you became my everything my missing puzzle piece

“dude, why are you so nervous? she’ll be here soon,” jeno spoke as he watched chenle look down to his phone again for what felt like the thousandth time in the last five minutes.

“he always gets like this when she doesn’t let him pick her up,” jisung sighed, watching his helpless friend with tired eyes.

“i just want to make sure she’s safe, and she normally doesn’t take this long,” chenle finally spoke up, going into your chat to see if he had missed any texts. he hadn’t.

“everything will be okay, she’ll be here soon. besides, i'm sure she's just excited to drive her new car,” mark assured, giving him a reassuring look that only he could ever manage.

just as chenle opened his mouth to speak again, the doorbell rang. 

“see, i told you.” the oldest boy smiled, pointing at the door to signal him to go open it.

chenle didn’t even say anything, rushing to the door while butterflies erupted in his stomach like it did every time seeing you was even a possibility.

once he opened it he was greeted with the sight of your smiling face, sparkly eyes looking up at him in that way that made him think everything would be alright.

“hey, pretty,” he smiled, ignoring the need to pull you into his arms and never let you go and moving to the side to let you in.

“hi, lele,” you smiled back, going inside before giving him a quick hug as a greeting. the contact was quick, not even giving him enough time to hug you back; but at least it was there. “sorry for taking so long, it took about three hours to find a way to zip this shit up.” you apologized, gesturing at the corset-like top that hugged your curves so incredibly beautifully, although barely noticeable under the oversized jacket you wore.

“it’s okay, how did you manage?” he asked amused, doing little to hide the ways his eyes gave your body a once over.

“i didn’t, hence the jacket,” you laughed, rushing to pull it down while making sure the top wouldn’t fall off and turning around to give your back to him. “help me, please?”

the sight of your bare back made chenle’s knees weak and his mind wonder. still, he moved as quickly as he managed to pull the zipper up, smirking softly at the way your skin prickled when his skin accidentally touched yours.

“shit, your hands are so cold,” you laughed softly, waiting until he was done before pulling the jacket back up and  turning to face him once again. “all good now?” you asked, raising your arms a little childishly as if you were waiting for him to evaluate the look you had chosen for your night out.

he took the opportunity to look at your body again and his breath almost hitched at the sight of how the top looked. if it looked good unzipped, he thought this new development was going to kill him.

“beautiful,” he nodded, looking back up to your face. 

“good, that’s what i was going for,” you smiled, looking at him for a couple more seconds before walking towards the room where the rest of your friends awaited.

chenle followed, smiling as he watched you greet them so comfortably. 

“yizhuo is waiting there with jimin, so let’s go,” you spoke, urging them up from the couch and earning a couple complaints, even when they obeyed regardless.

the night continued on once you finally got to the club, reuniting with the rest of your friends and setting a goal to get as drunk as you possibly could.

chenle decided to take it easy, though, not willing to risk anything happening to you, or anyone for that matter. 

he realized now that it was a terrible mistake, because maybe if he was drunk he wouldn’t be so aggravated by the sight of you staring up into eunseok with those big eyes of yours, doing little to hide the giggles that escaped your lips as he leaned down to whisper something in your ear.

he couldn’t help but stare, gripping the glass on his hand like it had personally pushed you over to the guy who was now placing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“you okay?” jisung asked, pushing his shoulder with his own to grab his attention.

“i’m done for the night, i think,” chenle responded, watching how eunseok leaned closer, your lips almost touching.

“let’s go then, i’ll drive.” his best friend nodded, always ready to be there for him.

“i can’t go, i drove her here and her car is at my apartment,” he sighed, tearing his eyes away when he really couldn’t watch the scene in front of him anymore.

“buddy, i don’t she’s going to need her car,” jisung grimaced. 

chenle knew he was right, and he really really didn’t want him to be.

“yeah, i know,” chenle nodded, feeling so incredibly defeated.

“let’s go,” jisung threw an arm around his best friend’s shoulder, walking him out of the building like he was a little kid.

in times like these was when chenle was the most grateful for having chosen the friends he had.

the fact that I have flaws and that I'm not perfect either made me feel smaller

it’s funny how life works.

well, how chenle’s life works.

when things went good, they were really good. he laughed, he joked, and he found himself forgetting about the huge hollow that hunted his chest. he was able to give his friends everything back and more, be the talkative and loud chenle everyone loved without anything holding him back; without making them worry.

however, when things got bad; he felt like there was no escaping it. the hole in his chest felt deeper than ever, like it was consuming him from the inside out.

the funny thing was that both of those feelings had walked hand in hand with your presence in his life.

it isn’t like you had done anything wrong, of course. you didn’t owe him anything, you never had. but he couldn’t help but feel like his soul was shrivelling and dying when you went over to pick up your car wearing what he could only assume was eunseok’s shirt. 

he had suddenly felt so little, so insignificant in a world of men that could ever want you. and still, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you as you paced around his living room, keys in hand while you told him all about your exciting night.

you weren’t doing it on purpose. in your head, nothing was wrong with telling your best friend about your adventures.

but he still felt like dying.

“and then i looked for you so you wouldn’t worry about driving me, but yizhuo told me you had left already,” you smiled, a sparkle in your eyes that he really fucking wished it was him who was causing it.

“yeah, i just didn’t feel like staying,” he gave you a tight lipped smile, nodding a little awkwardly.

“did anything happen?” you furrowed your eyebrows, stopping mid step and giving him a concerned look.

“nah, the music was just bad.” he shrugged, trying his best to ignore the flutter on his stomach at the sight of your worry,

“i know for a fact that you liked the music, you told me so when we got there.” you pressed, moving closer to him. “you sure everything was okay?”

chenle watched your face, not being able to stop himself from admiring how pretty you looked from up close. he couldn't help but think you’d look prettier if it was his shirt you wore, though. 

“you know you can tell me anything, right?”

and he was tempted to do just that. tell you everything about how he wished it was him kissing you at parties, getting to sleep next to you after having such a fun night.

but he knew he couldn’t tell you that.

“of course, but i promise nothing is wrong.” liar.

“okay, i’ll believe you this time,” you sighed, replacing your concerned look with a small smile. “anyways, i wish i could stay, but i made plans for brunch with the girls.”

he nodded softly, eyes closing when your hand reached out to ruffle his hair.

“i’ll talk to you later, lele,” you gave him a gentle smile.

“bye,” his own smile didn’t quite reach his eyes like it normally did.

but we can fill each other's gaps in between so we don't realize we're empty hello, long time no see, it's been a while

chenle laid on his bed, curled up beside daegal as he mindlessly scrolled through his phone.

jisung had left his apartment just a couple hours before, reluctantly leaving him on his own with his thoughts. he wasn’t having a bad day, but not a good one either. he was just kind of there.

that is, until a knock on his door woke him up from his trance. his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, he wasn't expecting anyone. he contemplated the thought of just letting whoever it was think he wasn’t there, but the knocking was too continuous to ignore.

“i’m going, jesus,” he mumbled with annoyance as he reached the door. he wasn’t expecting anyone, much less you

“hi, lele,” you gave him a tender smile, standing in front of him with a tub of cookie dough ice cream.

“hi,” he breathed out, ignoring the way his heart began to race. “what are you doing here?”

“well, i haven’t seen you in a bit, i missed you,” your voice sounded slightly unsure as you looked down to your shoes, and it broke his heart a little.

“i’m sorry,” he answered, remorse evident in his voice. “i just figured you were busy with eunseok.”

that wasn’t supposed to come out. he had gone over this exact situation in his head multiple times these days, coming to the conclusion that he should never mention eunseok’s name if you didn’t first to save himself from the trouble of listening to you talk about him.

“why would i be busy with him? that was a one time thing,” you said, genuinely confused. “and it was also like three weeks ago.  besides, i would way rather spend time with you, so let me in and let's have some ice cream.”

chenle felt so incredibly relieved by your words that felt as if he could cry right there. after all those days he spent wishing you were there with him, you finally were. choosing him over anyone else.

he moved out of the way to let you into his house, watching the way you moved around so comfortably, so familiarized with his space.

“you have to do your dishes, there are only two clean bowls.” you said as you began serving the ice cream, halting your actions the moment that you felt chenle’s strong arms wrap around your waist as he hugged you from behind. “oh, hey.” you chuckled softly, letting the spoon fall and turning around in his arms, letting him burrow his face on the crook of your shoulder.

“i missed you too,” he said, barely above a whisper against the skin of your neck.

“good thing that i’m here now, then,” you smiled, reaching to hug him right back, hand travelling to his hair to leave gentle caresses.

“hmh, really good,” he nodded, allowing himself to bask in your warmth for the first time in days. he would be embarrassed later, he needed this right now.

“wanna leave the ice cream for later?” you asked, your voice so gentle it was beginning to drive him mad.

“please, if that’s okay.” he nodded, moving away from you slightly and avoiding your eyes at all costs.

“don’t act shy now,” you laughed, poking his cheek to make him look at you before moving to put the ice cream in the freezer. “people won’t believe me if i tell them i made the zhong chenle shy and clingy.”

he couldn’t help but roll his eyes in amusement, grabbing your hand and dragging you towards his room wordlessly.

“go ahead, i’ll deny deny deny.” he laughed, watching your eyes visibly soften when the personality you loved so much started shining again.

“just tell me you hate me,” you joked, hopping onto his bed and focusing your attention on the dog that wiggled her tail excitedly. “oh, hi baby.”

chenle smiled brightly at the sight of his two favorite girls, drinking it in for a couple seconds before getting onto the bed next to you. “she’s my baby, not yours.”

you rolled your eyes in fake annoyance, pulling her closer to your body. “i am her mother, and there’s nothing you can do about it but accept me with an open heart.”

god, how he wished you knew he had deemed you her mother the first night he met you. 

“i guess i don’t have another option, do i?” he sighed deeply, not being able to conceal his smile.

“nope, not now that i know you missed me too.”

that day, something inside of chenle began healing, the feeling of your unfiltered affection weaving through the fabric of his heart.

this little piece I carried everywhere in my pocket to make it look fuller, let's stay together in a beautiful way because I met you now I draw a bigger picture.

“bro, it was not like that!” you exclaimed, laughing loudly as you pushed mark’s shoulder before making your way back to your place under chenle’s arm.

“it fully was! that was the first thing you told me.” he laughed too, pushing you right back, further into chenles body.

“okay, but i didn’t say it like that,” you chuckled, rolling your eyes.

“yes you did! you looked at me all judgy like this,” mark nodded, giving you an overdramatic judgy look.

“not my fault that you can’t handle your weed, and it was also the first thing chenle told me about you.” you threw your friend under the bus, because if you fell, he would fall right by your side.

“oh, so it was your fault i was humiliated,” the oldest boy looked at his friend with a raised eyebrow.

“i think that’s completely unimportant,” chenle spoke up, his hand subconsciously caressing the side of your arm. “i hope we all remember jisung was literally consuming a random girl’s face when this was happening.”

jisung’s eyes opened wide, his mouth following right away to jump into his own defense. “she was not random! you’ve literally met her before!”

“that doesn’t make it better, you were still sucking on her face,” chenle annoyed, enjoying the way chuckles escaped your lips.

he would do anything to listen to the sound of your laugh, even if it meant ridiculizing himself.

“at least i was brave enough that night,” jisung mumbled, face red because of the previous accusations.

“ohh, shit,” hyuck laughed, eyes wide as he egged on the teasing that hadn’t even started yet.

“what is that supposed to mean, bitch?” chenle asked, obvious humor in his voice.

“take that as you will,” the youngest threw his hands up in surrender, making a subtle gesture between the two of you in the process.

“jisung is right,” renjun nodded, a teasing smile on his lips as he watched jeno and jaemin nod in agreement. “i think everyone but you got laid that night,” he continued on, gesturing at hyuck and mark as well. “except them, but there’s nothing new there.”

chenle couldn’t help but roll his eyes, attempting to hide the embarrassment he felt by his friends words, considering the only girl he had interacted with that night was sitting right next to him.

“and yet he’s the only one with a girl right now,” you spoke up, catching all of them by surprise. “so i would say he won.”

everyone in the room let out surprised laughs and soft exclamations, looking at chenle, awaiting for his reaction.

“fuck yeah i did,” he smiled cockily, his heart almost beating out of his chest as he pulled you closer to his body, tilting his head to kiss your hair.

“i’m actually gonna throw up,” hyuck said, fake gagging at the sight of his action.

“now you know how i feel when you and mark get all gay,” you joked, furrowing your nose in fake disgust.

“that’s literally homophobic,” jaemin teased, mockingly covering jeno’s ears with his hands.

“how can i be homophobic? my bitch is gay,” you quoted humorously, your hand going up to grab chenle’s jaw for emphasis.

“i’m literally not though?” he asked, confused yet still amused.

“so you admit to being my bitch?” you asked, a cocky smirk forming in your lips.

everyone in the room started fake gagging at the same time, making you and chenle let out simultaneous loud laughs.

more than having everything to never lose anything is more important, i realized it because of you

chenle found himself pacing around his living room once again, checking his phone every five seconds for any sign of life from you.

it wasn’t like he needed you to check in with him every five minutes, but you had let him know you had left your house more than half an hour, and the drive took about twenty minutes.

he was beginning to get worried, having left a voicemail already. he was dialing your number again when his screen lit up with a call from you, so he answered immediately.

“hey, what’s up? is everything okay?” he asked, his words sounding slightly exasperated.

“hey lele, everything is fine,” you assured, although your voice sounded softer than normal. “i’m kind of at the hospital right now, though.”

chenle’s heart stopped in his chest, fear immediately crawling up his throat. he didn’t even know what he would do if anything happened to you.

“what? why are you there? which hospital? don’t move, i’ll be right there.” he said, all too fast for you to answer his questions.

“i’m at NCU, a car hit mine on the way to your house,” you explained, sounding far too relaxed for the words that were coming out of your mouth. “but i’m okay, nothing serious happened, just hurt my ankle a little.”

“i’m on my way, please don’t do anything until i’m there,” he asked, already out of the door and ready to go find you. 

“i won’t, i promise,” you smiled softly, endeared at his reaction. “but everything is fine, lele, you don’t need to worry.”

“of course i’m worrying, you were in a car crash.” he pushed, getting inside his car to go find you.

“but i didn’t get hurt, so please drive safely.” you smiled softly, chuckling onto the mic. 

“i’ll be there in a minute, baby.” he spoke firmly, ending your conversation there without giving you any more room to argue.

you couldn’t contain the giddy giggle that escaped your lips, nodding even if he couldn’t see you.

“okay, i’ll wait.”

it didn’t take long, of course, considering the way chenle was pushing the speed limit the entire time. 

“yn! hey, i’m here,” he called, rushing to your side as you sat in the waiting room.

“hi, lele,” you chuckled, waiting for him to catch up.

“how are you? does it hurt? what happened to the bitch that hit you? i will go find them.” he spoke too fast again, cradling your face in his hands to look at you all over. he knew you had assured your well being multiple times in the past conversations, but he wouldn’t be able to find peace until he made sure for himself that whichever bitch hit you didn’t cause any serious damage.

“i’m okay, just a little, he’s fine too, and that's not needed.” you chuckled, letting him do whatever he needed.

“good, i’m glad you’re okay,” he let out a sigh of relief once he made sure you were unscathed, still not letting go of your face. “that was the scariest call i’ve ever received.”

“i opened the call by telling you i was fine!” you giggled, cuddling into his palm. “i’m sorry i scared you.”

“don’t be, i’m just happy you’re good,” chenle smiled, leaning in to leave kisses scattered on your face. that was new, but he really couldn't contain the overwhelming affection that had entered his mind with the fear.

“can we go home now? i’m starving,” you asked, smiling softly at the new development but still not daring to say anything.. 

“sure, pretty, let’s go,” he nodded, leaving one last kiss on your forehead before parting away.

even though chenle would always recall that day as one of the top ten scariest moments in his life, he’s also incredibly fond of the memory. everything you were involved with felt healing, even being scared.

you're my missing puzzle piece shining so bright you became a scene in the world that I always tried to fit in by myself just like I can't let go of your hand that I'm holding tightly my world can't be completed without you

“be careful with your foot, please” chenle asked softly as he watched you walk on the elevated side of the road, his hand instinctively extended towards you to give you support if you needed it.

“the accident was three weeks ago, lele, i’m more than fine,” you laughed softly, stumbling a little and finding his hand to hold you up.

the elevation ended, so you hopped off and tangled your fingers with his instead. chenle felt his heart filled with warmth as he squeezed your hand, enjoying the simple show of affection.

it had been like that for a while, with you two walking in the limbo between being friends and so much more. it was common knowledge that you had crossed a line, of course, but nothing was defined and no kisses were exchanged.

which, if you asked chenle, was absolutely ridiculous.

ridiculous because he was overwhelmed by the thought of kissing you all day, every day. when he showered, when he ate, when he worked, even when he slept. in all his 23 years of living, the need to feel someone’s lips on his had never been as overwhelming.

but something about it scared him.

kissing you would mean that there was no way back from the line you had just barely crossed. no way back from all the possibilities of being in a relationship with you brought along. you were everything he had ever wanted. being with you felt like being invincible; like he could overcome anything life threw his way as long as he felt the weight of your hand in his.

and it scared him, because he had never felt that way before. he had never allowed himself to dream big enough, never allowed himself to even dare to believe he could reach those impossible thoughts

but then you came along and believed it for him.

you pushed him to do everything he was scared to do. from the small things like sweeping out spiders instead of killing them to the big ones like actually communicating his feelings; he could do it all of it was you by his side.

and so, even when the idea of risking losing you was the most terrifying thing he had ever gone through, it was fairly compensated by the way your sparkly eyes stared at him in awe when he got a little closer.

chenle tried to wake up from the trance he had fallen into, to pay attention to whatever anecdote was flowing out of your lips. but he couldn’t, not when you were wearing that tinted lip gloss you liked so much. not when you were so close that he could almost taste it.

your attention was called when the taller boy stopped in his tracks, making you do the same and give him a questioning look.

“everything o-?” the words died in your mouth when he pulled you closer by his hold on your hand, making you stand mere inches away from him. “lele?”

he couldn’t get himself to say anything, so he did the next best thing. he used his free hand to cup your jaw, angling your head just enough for his lips to ghost over yours.

“sorry, wasn’t listening,” he muttered, his eyes travelling around your face before settling onto your plump lips.

“it’s okay,” you breathed, your own eyes mirroring his. “i like this better anyways.”

and that was everything he needed to push him over the edge. your lips clashed together in a matter of seconds, seemingly making fireworks explode around you like it was new years. the best part though, was that you fit together like puzzle pieces.

may we never lose each other my missing puzzle piece

if someone were to ask, chenle would tell them all about how there used to be something fundamentally wrong with him.

and for the first time in his life, he could tell them that he knew exactly what it was. the you-shaped hole in his chest, but not for the reasons everyone would think.

the loneliness that haunted him for so long wasn’t because he didn’t have someone that loved him romantically; not because he hadn’t found the person that fit him like a puzzle piece. 

it was because he hadn’t found the person that pushed him enough to work on himself, someone that was so secure in their love that wouldn’t hesitate to call him out when he shut down for too long, to reach out and make him accept that help without any buts.

although, contrary to what he would’ve thought before, that person wasn’t whole herself. she had big gaps, wounds that were not even nearly healed and much to work on. that room for growth was what made you so great, because you understood the hollow; you had one of your own.

and while the tearings were still being patched, they fit together like puzzle pieces.

chenle used to think that that was what you were. his missing piece, the fragment of himself he had been born without.

but it was times like these, when he watched you animatedly talk to the gravestone that laid on the grass next to the beautiful flowers you had brought, that he reminded himself that neither of you needed your cracks to be filled by each other. what you needed was someone that urged you to continue growing into them and fill them yourself.

now he understood that two pieces of a puzzle couldn’t fit together if they weren’t whole themselves.

𐙚 blue's corner ;; oh hi guys !! i come back with this fic as an apology for being so absent content wise these days, but anyway. this is dedicated to my pookie @spacejip because she deserves all the chenle content out there. also, this has nothing to do w the fic but am i the only one that re reads her fics? like i just spent an hour re reading delb and i giggled at my own jokes is this normal 𐙚 taglist ;; @neozon3nha @winwintea @spacejip @dudekiss3r @yizhrt @lyvhie @mae3xoxo @morkiee @taroddori 𐙚 back to the masterlist. 𐙚 please do not copy, adapt or steal any of the content !!!

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Gulf Bank headquarters, by Jean-Robert Delb (1969-1974).

Kuwait City, Kuwait.

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[athena5898]

An Al-Mayadeen correspondent breaks down into tears following the IOF's massacre in Ain Al-Delb (https://t.me/RNN_Backup/59094), east of Saida in southern Lebanon, where over 24 martyrs ascended and 29 are wounded.

The targeted residential area housed displaced citizens from the south.

"The children are in pieces. This is the reality of 'israel'… 'Israel' does not target the resistance; it targets civilians."

[melhindips]

Day 359

🇺🇸 WP: Israel likely used US-made 2,000-pound “bunker-buster” bombs in Friday’s Beirut attack — this is illegal under the Geneva Conventions

🇱🇧‼️ Ongoing Israeli bombings across Lebanon kill 84+. Victims incl. 14 medics in 2 days

🇱🇧 Israel bombs Dahiyeh again & for 1st time expanded Beirut attacks beyond Dahiyeh to the Kola neighborhood, striking an apartment, killing 2 & injuring others

🇱🇧 Attacks on buildings in Ain al-Delb massacred 32

🇱🇧 Strikes on Bekaa kill 21 & injure 47

🇵🇸 28+ Palestinians killed in Gaza today

🇾🇪‼️ IOF warplanes bomb Yemen’s oil tanks, airport & seaport in Hodeidah & Ras Isa killing 4 & injuring 29

🇵🇸 IOF attack on school shelter in Beit Lahiya (north) kills 4 Palestinians, injures 15. Other attack killed 1 & injured many in same area. IOF attacks kill in on Jabalia (north) & 1 in Nuseirat (central)

🇵🇸 IOF bombs home in Al-Sha’biya junction in Gaza City (north) killing 3 & injuring many

🇵🇸 IOF bombs home in Deir al-Balah (central) killing mom & child

🟡 Hezbollah fires rocket salvo at occupied Safad, Haifa. Claims it hit IOF infrantry force. Senior Hezbollah commander & Iranian commander killed

🇮🇶 Iraqi group claims drone attacks on Eilat colony

🇵🇸 West Bank: IOF injures 6, incl. 1 in critical condition during Tubas raid, arresting 1 while receiving medical aid. IOF closed checkpoint in northeast Bethlehem restricting movement. IOF also raids Nablus & Qalqilya. Resistance fighters clash w/ invading IOF

🌾 WFP launches food aid campaign for 1 million people in Lebanon

[luulapants]

look into the name Declan for me?? enable my brainrot akldfjgh

Let the brainrot flourish! Declan, as your The Raven Cycle fandom source material would suggest to you, is an Irish name. It's remained relatively unchanged since Old Irish (Declán).

According to vetted sources, the origin is unknown, but -án is a diminutive suffix used in many Old Irish boys' names. That leaves us with a mysterious undefined root, 'decl.' Other -án-suffixed names show us that it's used after both nouns (Cúán = cú 'hound, wolf' + án = 'little wolf, little hound') and adjectives (Senán = sen 'old' + án = 'little old one'), as well as some combinations (Caíndelbán = caín 'handsome' + delb 'image' + án = a handsome little sight).

It's possible the word the name is based on was archaic by the time of its first recording, but looking at Old Irish glossaries, I can make some wild speculations. I'm starting with the 'cl' ending, because it's not a consonant cluster that exists at the end of Old Irish words. That suggests the original word likely changed, dropping a vowel either after or between those consonants. Clú, meaning 'fame' immediately sticks out as both a common name theme, meaning-wise, and a viable phonological origin. From there, I see a prefix, deg-, meaning 'well-,' which is promising because when a voiced velar plosive 'g' is placed before a voiceless velar plosive 'c' (pronounced 'k'), they almost always combine. The pre-Anglicized Modern Irish version of Declan is, in fact, transcribed with a 'g' instead of a 'c'! This would give deg+clú+án, pronounced 'deh-klahn' or 'dehg-lahn' the meaning 'little well-famed one.'

I think that fits Declan Lynch pretty well, don't you?

As for its history, Declán of Ardmore was a 5th century Irish Christian saint who was notable for converting the Déisi, a social class in southern Ireland. These pre-Patrician saints are often overshadowed by St. Patrick, so the following of St. Declan is fairly regionally restricted to County Waterford in Munster.

As a side note, Wikipedia's disambiguation page says, without a source cited, that the name is believed to mean 'man of prayer' or 'full of goodness.' I can find no evidence of an Old Irish word 'prayer' which would support the first meaning. The second could be supported by the Old Irish dag- 'good,' but there's nothing to support 'man' and the exclusion of the diminutive leads me to believe this is a meaning contrived without evidence by the Catholic Church, which they did with several saints' names throughout history.

Irish baby name records only go back to the 1960s, but Declan was in the top 25 most popular names from the start of records start until the late '70s, when a slow decline began. Ireland only tracks the top 100 names, so it's probably still fairly popular, but it did drop out of the top 100 in 1999.

In the US, on the other hand, Declan has seen a skyrocketing increase in popularity from around the same time - 1998. It shot from below the top 1000 to within the top 500 by 2001, the top 200 by 2011, and peaked at 95th in 2019. It's ranked at 390 in the UK, which is the lowest it's been since the 1990s, and is fairly popular elsewhere in the Anglosphere.

I've seen a few movies credited with the rise in US popularity, but none seem particularly compelling to me. What I find more likely is that it was aligned with an overall increase in popularity of Irish names at the end of the 90s, with names like Aidan, Donovan, Brennan, Reilly, and Reagan also suddenly shooting into rankings at the time. This is aligned with an increased popularity of Irish and Irish diaspora in media at the time (Boondock Saints, Angela's Ashes, Traveller, Mystic River), perhaps stemming from the end of The Troubles in Northern Ireland.

In any case, Niall Lynch was right in time with the trends when he named his son.

[mariacallous]

Flattened villages, burned fields, homes pockmarked with bullet fire, and smoke billowing out of freshly bombed infrastructure: Southern Lebanon is beginning to look like war-torn Gaza.

In Lebanon, as in the Gaza Strip, the Israeli military has been unleashed without any coherent strategic vision or clear war aim. Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu first said that the goal was to push out Hezbollah beyond the Litani River in the hopes of enabling more than 80,000 Israelis to return to northern Israel. But in the following weeks, he unveiled a more sweeping goal, as he threatened the Lebanese people to either oust Hezbollah or face levels of “destruction and suffering like we see in Gaza.”

It’s not clear whether Israel will make good on that threat of rendering southern Lebanon a second Gaza. But to some extent, Netanyahu has already shown that he is willing to try—or at least, to make it seem as if he is.

According to Emily Tripp, the director of Airwars—a United Kingdom-based conflict monitor—southern Lebanon has undergone the world’s “most intense” aerial bombing campaign of the past 20 years, aside from Gaza. On Sept. 23 alone, to cite just one date, the Israel Defense Forces (IDF) said it used 2,000 munitions on 1,500 targets.

“One of the most intense air campaigns we’d seen was when the U.S. and their allies dropped 5000 bombs on Mosul in a month,” Tripp told Foreign Policy in a written statement. “Prior to the Gaza war, the deployment of this number of munitions in this short a time span would have been almost unheard of, at least in any comparative air campaign that we know of.”

More than 500 people died in Lebanon on Sept. 23 as the Israeli Air Force cleared the way for a ground invasion. That’s the highest death toll in a single day in Lebanon since the end of its 15-year-long bloody civil war, and more than five times higher than the average daily killings in the Syrian civil war.

Israel’s invasion of the south has thus far displaced more than a million people, with terrifying consequences for the social fabric of an already-fragile nation. As the IDF searches for Hezbollah stockpiles and hunts down the militant group’s members in homes, market squares, places of worship, and farms, it is once again destroying the memories of those who lived there. Some villages along the 120-kilometer (75-mile) stretch of the Blue Line—the de facto border between Israel and Lebanon—have been destroyed, and nearly all have been abandoned.

The scope of the destruction is particularly visible in Yaroun and Maroun al-Ras, villages near the border. A senior Israeli military official who spoke on the condition of anonymity told Foreign Policy that the towns of Ayta ash Shab and Meiss al-Jabal have been “deliberately” destroyed to make sure “the enemy couldn’t just return and reuse the same infrastructure.”

Richard Weir—a senior researcher in the Crisis, Conflict, and Arms Division at Human Rights Watch—who is on the ground in Lebanon, said that Israel has used a range of munitions when conducting its attacks in the country.

“In Ain Ed Delb, in southern Lebanon, we’ve seen an entire building taken down following at least two munitions striking the building with dozens of people, many of whom were already displaced,” he said. In other cases, Weir added, the Israeli military “demonstrated its ability to attack targets more discreetly by choosing weapons that have limited effects.”

Israel has declared a military zone on its side of the border and deployed units from four divisions, each with around 10,000 soldiers, who are backed by special forces and intelligence units. Jonathan Conricus, currently a senior fellow with the Foundation for Defense of Democracies and a former Israeli military official who served in the 2006 war against Hezbollah, reckoned that IDF ground troops are operating about 5 kilometers (3 miles) inside Lebanon, to search and destroy Hezbollah infrastructure and hold the ground for an undetermined period.

Eran Lerman, Israel’s deputy national security advisor for foreign policy, said that Israeli special forces have been periodically entering southern Lebanon for nearly a year to soften the battlefield for an invasion. “Now it’s about large formations coming in to wipe out Hezbollah infrastructure and create the capacity to monitor any future attempt the group or its remnants may make to return,” he told Foreign Policy.

Both Lerman and Conricus believe that while there’s no appetite to occupy southern Lebanon, there are no plans to leave, either. They said it is hard to imagine the IDF troops leaving before a diplomatic and political resolution is agreed upon. Israel’s quick tactical and combat successes in Lebanon—including the killing of Hezbollah leader Hassan Nasrallah combined with Hezbollah’s weaker-than-expected resistance—have encouraged the government to not only aim for pushing Hezbollah out of the south, but also for ridding Lebanon of the group forever.

The thinking is that Israel’s attacks, together with the United States’ ongoing show of strength in the Mediterranean, could deter Hezbollah and its patron, Iran, while at the same time building confidence among domestic Lebanese actors to challenge the duo’s dominance. “The French could motivate the Christians to take a more active political position against Hezbollah,” Conricus added.

But there’s much that could go wrong in such a mission. So far, there’s no sign of an open rebellion against Hezbollah or its supporters. Experts fear communal conflict within Lebanon, and historically, that hasn’t served Israel either. In Israel’s 1982 offensive against the country, while it succeeded in kicking out the Palestinian Liberation Organization and its leader, Yasser Arafat, from Lebanon, Hezbollah was born and became stronger.

But many in Israel, including Lerman, believe that this time, the situation is different. “There are people in Lebanon who will support us,” Lerman said. Even in 1982, when Israel made local alliances and backed a right-wing Christian militia, as many as 3,500 Palestinians were killed in two days in Sabra and Shatila refugee camp in a massacre conducted by these militia members.

Ayman Mhanna, the executive director of the Beirut-based Samir Kassir Foundation, said that he is worried about the ruin of southern Lebanon, but what’s keeping him up at night is the fear of intercommunal strife and tensions. He said that he doesn’t expect the death toll to be as high in southern Lebanon as it has been in Gaza, where more than 42,000 people have been killed in the past year of fighting, especially since the region isn’t as densely packed, and people are still free to move to other parts of the country.

Mhanna’s paramount concern is the day after—a lack of aid to rebuild the south, displaced Shiites overstaying their welcome in other parts of the nation, and tensions culminating into internal chaos.

“The country is reeling under a severe economic and political crisis, and we won’t get international aid until there is a government, and I suspect some Arab countries are happy with what’s happening to Hezbollah,” he told Foreign Policy over the phone from Montreal, where he is residing.

Others believe that Israel will be more cautious this time around and, despite the intensive initial air raids, will likely move methodically.

“If we face the kind of resistance that we are facing now, which is minimal, then that will reflect in ground operations,” Lerman added.

A more enduring resistance to Israeli troops may arise as they occupy the region. Israel has not publicized a strategy on how to sustain its occupation and filter out Hezbollah members from the masses of Lebanon’s Shiite residents, or to stop another group from taking its place. It doesn’t even know which force should guard the border, considering that it trusts neither the Lebanese Armed Forces  nor the U.N.’s peacekeepers.

The Israeli establishment hopes that the Palestinians will turn against Hamas and the Lebanese against Hezbollah and blame these groups for all the death and destruction of the past year. It believes that the region is at an inflection point where both its own efforts, and efforts of its Western allies over the years—such as ability to exert influence over the Lebanese Armed Forces and normalization deals with several Arab States under Abraham Accords, as well as domestic crises in Lebanon and Iran—are about to create a perfect situation that ends the age of anti-Israel armed resistance.

The trouble is that while Netanyahu expects a new Middle East to emerge at the end of what he said would be “a long war,” no one knows what this new Middle East will look like. For now, all that’s clear is that the Israelis are laying waste to southern Lebanon.

[one-blaze-of--glory]

literally every single question for fuckin zombie saga and/or &j idk if it's meant to be specific to a fandom but whatever

for &j

list 3 positive things about your current fandom(s)

clever writing, great characters, banger music

a headcanon you weren't sure about at first but have come to like!

yeah trans Romeo as well

a character that fandom has helped you appreciate

Romeo, i liked him before too but i mean i think we really made him more better

say something nice about a ship you don't ship (it can be another ship in your fandom, a mutual's OTP, etc)

hmm tough. i guess Anne and Angelique could work. like in another universe. love gay people.

something you see in fics a lot and love

i mostly read your fics and you write maycois dialogue so arorably

something you see in art a lot and love

shapes. &j fanart always has fun shapes somehow

your favorite tropes to read/write/draw

this is going into zombie saga territory but if focused specifically on &j uhh i love to write Frankie being soscared because i mean he always is

you hope more people will come to appreciate ___ (a ship, a trope, an episode, etc)

hmm idk. just like the show in general. if i were to say something specific i guess Anne, she's kind of the hidden main character to me this has nothing to do with my Betsy bias /hj

a ship that isn't your OTP but that you enjoy

langelique. I'm very casual about them

a blog (mutual or one you follow) that has made your fandom experience brighter

well. yours. also just like the rp blogs

if you're a writer or artist, what fic or piece of art are you proud of making?

all of it, duh. for non saga because I'll get to saga after these, the one where i drew Juliet and May in those them coded clothes

compliment someone else in your fandom

you! you're the amperstan ever

the ship that always makes you smile

maycois and jumeo, they cute

the character that always makes you smile

like all of them? but i guess I'll day Frankie rn

a tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate

okay not to be negative in the positivity asks but i want more people to do the opposite of appreciate for the ue ue ue ue you KNOW what I'm talking about. no one else talks about it.

the thing in canon that everyone loves and that you also love

the "it's super dope" quote let's be real we all say it all the time now

the fandom friend you've known the longest

of &j definitely you

how has fandom positively impacted your life?

honestly it's seeing it live that did most. it was lifechanging

and now for saga in general:

list 3 positive things about your current fandom(s)

it keeps my creative thinking active at all times, it's deliciously angsty and it's so self indulgent

a headcanon you weren't sure about at first but have come to like!

like saga related? i guess in brighter timeline Del's whole arc. I'm glad we did that now because the character exploration of it is very fun. also lesbitaly (it really grew on me)

a character that fandom has helped you appreciate

i feel like all of these characters grew so much more on me than ever before. special shoutout to Fletcher for being lifted higher on my list of characters i care about

say something nice about a ship you don't ship (it can be another ship in your fandom, a mutual's OTP, etc)

is there any valid saga ship i don't personally ship? i doubt it

something you see in fics a lot and love

well these are our fics. Caroline's continuous agonies though. love torturing my fave

something you see in art a lot and love

there's barely any saga fanart so the mere existence of it

your favorite tropes to read/write/draw

i love writing conflicts that are not even zombie related it's just people being mad at each other it's fun

you hope more people will come to appreciate ___ (a ship, a trope, an episode, etc)

maroline!! I'm spreading so much maroline propaganda all of you are obligated to like it now

a ship that isn't your OTP but that you enjoy

delbed and lesbitaly. I'm casual about both (still love them)

if you're a writer or artist, what fic or piece of art are you proud of making?

weirdly it's all my most fucked up chapters. the one where zombie Richard killed Frankie. the one where Caroline killed Frank. the latest opposite deaths I wrote

compliment someone else in your fandom

i have to say you, this whole series wouldn't exist if it wasn't for you

the ship that always makes you smile

at the end of the day it'll always come back to richaline in brighter timeline. as much as i love these other ships for them

the character that always makes you smile

Caroline, Mary, Richard, italiAnnie in the timelines they're in. at the end of the day you can always tell I'm biased towards them

a tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate

the fact that I've referenced a Betsy Wolfe character in my last chapter for every timeline. also that I've been putting Harmony references all over the place especially in brighter timeline. you could miss some of them

the thing in canon that everyone loves and that you also love

just. all the angst

how has fandom positively impacted your life?

i feel like I've explored my favorite pieces of media in a unique new way through the saga and it keeps productive and creative which is important to me

[coffee-n-ocs]

Onyx Soul: Navy Carson-Harlow, Shape-Shifter (2001)

The youngest Carson-Harlow sibling, and the only girl. Navy is Shape-Shifter, an extremely rare being, the majority of Gravesend looks down on her, and her parents 'blood-mixing'.

"What's wrong? You look upset."

Name

Full Legal Name: Navy Keanu Quinlan Carson-Harlow First Name: Navy Meaning: From the English word meaning 'Sea force, Fleet, Armed forces of the sea' Pronunciation: NAY-vee Origin: English Middle Name(s): Keanu, Quinlan Meaning(s): Keanu: Means 'The cool breeze' from the Hawaiian 'Ke', a definite article, and 'Anu' 'Coolness' Quinlan: From an Irish surname, an Anglicized form of 'Ó Caoindealbháin', itself from the given name 'Caoindealbhán', derived from Old Irish 'Cain' 'Handsome' and 'Delb' 'Form, Image' Pronunciation: keh-A-noo, KWIN-lan Origin: Hawaiian, English Surname(s): Carson, Harlow Meaning(s): Carson: Meaning uncertain, possibly from the town of Courson in Normandy Harlow: Habitational name derived from a number of locations named 'Harlow’, from Old English 'Hær’ 'Rock, Heap of stones’ or 'Here’ 'Army’, combined with 'Hlaw’ 'Hill’ Pronunciation: KAHR-sen, HAHR-lo Origin: Scottish. English Aliases: Keanu Carson-Harlow, Quinlan Carson-Harlow, Navy Carson, Keanu Carson, Quinlan Carson, Navy Harlow, Keanu Harlow, Quinlan Harlow Nicknames: Nav, Kea, Quin Titles: Miss

Characteristics

Age: 21 Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns (Can Shift to being male or N.B) Race: Shape-Shifter (1/2 Vampire 1/2 Werewolf) Nationality: American Ethnicity: White Birth Date: January 9th 1980 Sexuality: Bisexual Religion: Wiccan Native Language: English Spoken Languages: English, French Relationship Status: Single Astrological Sign: Capricorn Face Claim: Milly Alcock

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Gravesend Current Residence: Gravesend Have They Been Beyond The Veil: Yes

Appearance

Height: 5'6" / 167 cm Weight: [Data Redacted] Eye Colour: Blue Hair Colour: Blonde Hair Dye: None (Though Shifting does allow her to dye without dye) Body Hair: None (Unless in the form of an animal) Facial Hair: N/A Tattoos: Can change through shifting Piercings: Can change through shifting Scars: None (Healing factor) Clothing Style: Gothic, smart, shirts, tank-tops, slacks, boots, etc.

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Social Drinker, Drinks Synthetic Blood Illnesses/Disorders: Autism Medications: None Any Specific Diet: None, Only drinks Synthetic blood

Relationships

Affiliated Groups: Carson-Harlow Family Friends: Dana Carlisle, Hayden Harlow, Phoenix Carson, Harley Yancy Enemies: Mayor Tatum, the rest of the town hates her Mentor: None Significant Other: None (Yet) Previous Partners: None Parents: Regulus 'Rex' Carson (Missing, Father), Candace Harlow (Missing, Mother, Née Sinclair) Parents-In-Law: None Siblings: Hayden Harlow (27, Half-Brother), Phoenix Carson (23, Half-Brother) Siblings-In-Law: None Nieces & Nephews: None Children: None Children-In-Law: None Grandkids: None Other Notable Relatives: None

Notes

Occupation: Writer, Artist, Researcher Tropes: (Purely Speculative)

Animorphism: Can change into any animal she wants to

Body Horror: Some transformations, especially if forced

Fangs Are Evil

Forced Transformation: Under duress (Hypnotism, torture, etc.) Navy will do anything to escape

Glowing Eyelights of Undeath: Glowing blue eyes under moonlight

Healing Factor: double the speed of a normal human

Hypnotic Eyes: Navy has not yet mastered this

Innate Night Vision

Long-Lived: Has a life span twice as long as a human's

The Nose Knows

Personality Remnant: Every time she shifts, she keeps her smarts

The Power of Blood: Navy only drinks Synthetic

Shapeshifting Excludes Clothing

Stronger With Age

Super Hearing

Super Senses

Super Speed

Super Strength

Super Toughness

Transformation Horror

Undeath Always Ends

Undeathly Pallor: Extremely pale skin under moonlight

Vampire-Werewolf Love Triangle: Is the result of a Vampire and Werewolf falling in love

Vampiric Werewolf: being a 1/2 Vamp 1/2 Wolf Shifter

Voluntary Shapeshifting

Wolves Always Howl at the Moon

[mundo24]

Al menos 53 muertos en nuevos bombardeos israelíes en el Líbano

Este domingo, al menos 53 personas murieron en bombardeos de la aviación israelí en el sur y este del Líbano, según el Ministerio de Salud Pública libanés. En la aldea de Ain al Delb, 32 personas fallecieron y más de 50 resultaron heridas. Otros 21 murieron en la región de Baalbek-Hermel, con 47 heridos. Los bombardeos, parte de una campaña israelí iniciada hace una semana contra bastiones de…

[centralblogsnoticias]

Intensificação dos Ataques Israelenses no Líbano Eleva Número de Mortos e Aumenta a Crise Humanitária

Os ataques aéreos de Israel no Líbano resultaram em mais de 100 mortes em um único dia, agravando a já grave situação no país. Segundo o Ministério da Saúde libanês, 105 pessoas perderam a vida e outras 359 ficaram feridas após uma série de bombardeios que atingiram diversas regiões do Líbano. Um dos ataques mais devastadores ocorreu em Ain al-Delb, próximo a Sidon, onde dois prédios residenciais…

[peterm4rker]

hey guysss ! just wanted to say you're getting delb content tomorrow (hehehehe) and i also have some christmas content planned that i will start posting once finals are over (if i survive)

on that note, are we all down for some fluffy christmas haechan content or is it just me?

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Gulf Bank headquarters, by Jean-Robert Delb (1969-1974).

Kuwait City, Kuwait.

© Roberto Conte (2023)

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[athena5898]

(The Cradle) BBC confirms 68 Lebanese massacred in deadliest Israeli strike in decades not Hezbollah-affiliated

Four Israeli missiles destroyed a residential building in the town of Ain al-Delb in southern Lebanon on 29 September, killing 73

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Gulf Bank headquarters, by Jean-Robert Delb (1969-1974). Kuwait City, Kuwait. © Roberto Conte (2023)