#Embrace in the dark night

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Embrace in the dark night _ 2024

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Embrace In The Dark Night Season 1 (Complete) (Chinese Drama)

On a trip abroad, Wen Xi is dragged into an underground fight club run by loan shark kingpin Mr. Jia. She ends up as the prize for the night’s champion, a mysterious young man named Xu Zheqing. Impressed by Xu’s deadly skills, Mr. Jia forces him to work for him, unaware that Xu is actually a private security consultant on a mission to save Wen Xi. Together, they face … VIDEO…

[crownedinmarigolds]

My full submission for the Embrace zine put together by @luoniiel! I don't think Khloe survived her car wreck, you guys...

~~ by @thesixthplaneteer

As you moan the mumbling voices stop. A moment of silence passes before the slit of light blinks and returns. Following is the sound of a zipper and the beam widening. The light hits against your retinas hard. You see only bright white once again, then you feel your heart thump in your chest hard. Your lungs violently pull air in and sting as they expand.

The voices start mumbling again. Like voices from above the water you are under. Your visions slowly corrects and you see the blurry shape of a man over you. Your ears adjust with the sounds, slowly making them understandable. 

"This." The man says in a soft, calm tone. You feel something press against your lips and a latex hand lifts up your head. Pain shoots through your neck with the motion. "Can you understand me? I need you to drink this." The voice repeats. 

[shisasan]

by Zoltán Boros & Gabor Szikszai

[thedreamerstoryteller]

A-Fei is that you? 😍

A domestic Di Feisheng, after spending years beside his rival zhiji Li Lianhua.

[setmeatopthepyre]

lowkey broke down the bucktommy relationship arc with screenwriting story beats and it fits so well

[kindredbynight]

Firenza (on speaker) you all recognise that you are now in the gravest of jeopardy, yes?

Overlapping

X & Jasper: yes

Victor: yes ma’am

Nelli: mmm hmmm

Firenza: excellent i look forward to hearing of the future developments

Victor: no matter what happens it should be interesting

Firenza: Quite. Good luck, Victor my boy

Victor: I look forward to looking back on all of this and laughing one day

X laughs nervously

The line goes ominously dead

X: You know what that means, right?

Jasper: Yeah

Victor: Yeah

X: Ok well as long as you know. You have a plan right?

Jasper: Nope

X: (nervously high pitched ) Ok well as long as there’s no plan

Annabelle: Welcome to the coterie, X!

[sharky-the-idiot]

That ONE small detail of Night Raven being the only one of Wind Archer's costumes to be facing left has me feeling SO MUCH you have NO FUCKING IDEA

[dravencroft]

During the latest session of the VtM chronicle I'm storytelling, Davenport by Night, my players both had Dementation-induced visions of some alternative versions of themselves during the most traumatic moments of their pasts.

Cah'Chiua the Lamia saw herself in the shape of the Incan moon goddess she worships, while Pascal the Toreador saw himself wearing the guise of a certain moth-themed Tremere who now inhabits his mind...

[patchwork-crow-writes]

96 - Silent Night

It's the night before Christmas and you cannot sleep.

No festive lights adorn your bedroom this year - there hasn't been the time or the will. The voices of your parents rise up from the kitchen like restless spirits, slurring through half-hearted platitudes. The empty space where your brother should lay yawns wide like a black hole, sucking in all light and joy.

All is dark. All is wrong.

You try to remember the feeling of being treasured, of being enveloped from all sides by great fluffy clouds, shielding you from all the world's cruel woes. It wasn't so long ago now, was it, that that used to happen… so why, oh why can't you recall…? A single tear, searing hot like a shooting star, escapes from under your eyelid. A sob wells up in your throat, heavy like over-whipped cream.

And then, you feel… something… brush up against your cheek. Something cool, something wonderfully soft… just for an instant. There was no more weight to it than a feather's delicate brush, so slight and so sudden that it could have been a dream…

You peer into the gloom, hoping to catch sight of it… but the darkness is impenetrable, total. Nothing but your fevered imagination trying to conjure up a holiday miracle. Selfish, wretched imp, that you should feel so sorry for yourself after everything your family has done for you…!

But then, you feel it again, and this time there's no mistaking it: gently splayed fingers webbing their way across your flushed face, tenderly wiping the moisture from your eyes. The weight of a cool palm presses into your cheek, an invisible thumb hooks itself under your dripping nose… and is that a sudden breeze playing across your forehead, or a silent breath issued from between pursed lips, a phantom kiss falling lighter than a single snowflake…?

Oh… what angel is this, who has deigned to bestow such grace upon your undeserving soul this night…? You reach for where their face should be, but all you feel is empty air - nothing there with which you can take hold of this loving shade…

Downstairs, the voices grow louder, acrid and harsh, curdling like eggnog left out too long. The world rushes in, sweeping your angel away, threatening to crush you with its sheer weight. You retreat into the stifling sanctuary of your duvet cover, to a place that is darker, yet darker, hoping beyond hope that it might muffle the accusations and the anger.

All you want in this moment is to be held, just like before. You want this, more than you've ever wanted anything in your short life. And, as if it has read your mind, the darkness responds.

Ghostly arms reach up towards your neck, wrap themselves around your trembling shoulders. You feel yourself being pulled, gently but inexorably, into a full-body embrace, and you surrender to it completely. The shadows beat against your body, a living, breathing darkness that grips you so tightly in its unconditional adoration of everything you are, no matter how different or twisted or wrong it may seem.

And there, just for that moment, the outside world ceases to exist. A shuddering sigh is coaxed from you, and at long last you permit yourself to let go of that tight ball you've held onto for so long. The tears flow freely and without shame, for you know that you are safe with them, this angel from the dark who has come in your time of greatest need.

You know, without being told, that none of this is real, that no-one is actually here with you. And yet, the love that washes over you now with such fervour, such limitless abundance, is so sweet, so nourishing to your wounded soul, that you can no longer imagine a world where you have not experienced it. How can you possibly do without such tenderness, however illusory it might be? Nothing will ever be the same after this, you realise… though you can't exactly say why that is, anymore.

At last, all is quiet. The darkness cradles you to a gentle sleep, watching over you always.

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The Dark Menagerie No. 96

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[ambitiousneophyte]

[zeezeebum]

If I were the moon and you were the night, I would perfectly fit in your embrace.

[umbrae-sortilegium]

"In the depths of the night, when the world is shrouded in darkness, the moon casts its enchanting spell upon the vast, undulating expanse of the ocean. It is a celestial dance, a seductive liaison between two celestial bodies, as the moon beckons with a beguiling allure, drawing the tides close with an irresistible gravity. The ocean, with its liquid heart, responds with an emotion as ancient as time itself, an impassioned ebb and flow that echoes the deepest recesses of the soul.

As the moon's silvery radiance spills like liquid silk across the water's surface, the ocean's tides become the embodiment of desire and longing, caressing the shore with a sensuous touch. The waves, in their dark and sultry rhythm, rise and fall in a rhythm that mirrors the heart's most secret desires, an eternal yearning for connection. The moon, like a voyeur of cosmic proportions, watches this amorous ballet with a knowing smile, a silent witness to the tides' unending seduction of the shore.

In this celestial tango, the moon and the ocean become lovers, their connection eternal and passionate. The moon whispers secrets to the waves, and the ocean, in its deep, mysterious embrace, responds with an affection that transcends time and space. Together, they create a symphony of desire that is as old as the stars, as profound as the deepest abyss, and as intoxicating as the most profound of human passions.

In the darkness of the night, when the moon and the ocean entwine, the tides flow with a sensual, irresistible emotion, an eternal dance of love and longing that reminds us of the profound beauty and mystery that exists in the depths of the natural world. It is a love affair that knows no end, a connection that transcends the boundaries of earth and sky, a reminder that even in the darkest of hours, there is always a glimmer of light, a spark of desire, and an eternal, seductive embrace between the moon and the ocean." © Dʏsʜᴀɴᴋᴀ/Oᴅᴇᴛᴛᴇ ₂₀₂₃

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