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drinkitfrommymouthsuou · 1 year ago

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When Winter Becomes Spring

[ A TamaxKyo RP - This winter break the host club members are off to Hokkaido for an overdue vacation at an onsen! Watch out! Will the hosts land themselves in hot water, or will things get a little steamy?]

“Eh? I’m so sorry, ladies. –I’m not sure where Tamaki-Senpai is right now.” Haruhi laughed nervously. She apologized profusely while she lifted her palms in front of her, in an attempt to stop the veritable flood of guests eagerly waiting for the king.

Where was that idiot?

It was unlike Tamaki to be so late to the host club. In fact, he was always the first one to arrive at the club, besides Kyoya. The absence of Tamaki might have made the atmosphere more peaceful if it weren’t for Tamaki’s 70% request rate. Tamaki's popular host status, and failure to show up, guaranteed a mob of unhappy guests.

The twins both tried their best to stave off the onslaught of girls as the guests shoved wrapped gifts and bags at the hosts. “These are for Tamaki…,” One guest announced while she shoved arms full of gifts at the twins.

“Where the hell is he?” Hikaru whispered under his breath and glanced over at Kaoru who was desperately trying to juggle the gifts. “Beats me but the boss better get here soon.” This would be easier if Hani-senpai and Mori-senpai were here but the two upper classmen graduated last year.

Tamaki wasn’t the only one receiving copious amounts of gifts, with the winter break upon them the guests were excited to offer the boys–and Haruhi–their tokens of affection.

Haruhi sighed to herself. This was getting to be too much for the three hosts to handle. The brunette looked over toward Kyoya with pleading eyes. “We need your help, Kyo–...,”

CRACK!

The host room doors slapped loudly against the walls as they were nearly flung off their hinges. Tamaki raced into the room with his fist raised high in the air with a rolled up magazine in his hand.

“I’VE DONE IT, MEN!” The blond cried out triumphantly. The three hosts collectively sighed in relief as the guests finally backed off and headed in Tamaki’s direction. Upon seeing the guests, Tamaki’s entire demeanor changed and soon he was dripping with charismatic charm.

“Forgive me, my darlings. I had some business to take care of–” Tamaki’s slender fingers took hold of one guest’s hand and held onto it tightly. His amethyst eyes shimmered with an intensity that was unrivaled. “But I couldn’t bear to be away from you one second longer, my love.”

“Oh brother,” Haruhi deadpanned and her gaze shifted toward the twins. You would think after being in the host club for over a year, she would be used to Tamaki’s flowery expressions.

The twins shrugged in unison–at least Tamaki was back. Now they could focus on their own guests.

The hour and a half that was left went by without a hitch. Tamaki received all of his gifts and he was able to expertly host each one of his clients in the little time they had remaining.

With a sigh, Tamaki leaned himself into the door to shut it after the last guests left for the evening. He loved what they did here at the host club, but to say that the winter break couldn’t come soon enough was an understatement.

“Finally,” He exhaled and smiled to himself before pushing himself away from the door and wandering over to one of the host room couches. The blond dramatically collapsed across the length of the couch; he draped his arm over his eyes to block out the harsh lights of the host room. “Even beautiful men deserve a break now and then.” He stated contently.

“Hey boss–,” Hikaru popped his head up from behind the couch to peer down at the third year. Tamaki lifted his arm and blinked up as he looked at the twin suspiciously. Hikaru arched his perfectly manicured brow. “What did you mean earlier–?” “–What have you done?” Kaoru’s head popped up beside his brother.

Tamaki smiled and sat up. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” He mused and chortled to himself.

“Senpai, you made us worried sick.” Haruhi began, but thought her choice of words was a mistake.

A gust of air flew toward her and before she knew it Tamaki was in front of her, disregarding her personal space–again.

“Haruhi! Were you worried about me?!” His voice cracked as he cried out. It was a dream come true if she did worry about him!

“I mean–yeah. We couldn’t possibly take care of all your guests.” She stated flatly but she knew Tamaki wasn’t listening. He was already daydreaming about Haruhi worrying and fretting over him. “It’s okay, Haruhi–Daddy’s here now.” He cued and squeezed her in a tight bear hug.

“Ah!!–Hey–!!! Quit it! That’s not what I meant!” She shoved at Tamaki and pushed him away. “But ..Haruhi–...?” Tamaki hunched over to meet Haruhi’s gaze and whimpered before the twins slapped him on the back to get his attention.

“What have you done?” The twins asked in unison as their curiosity was beginning to eat them alive.

Tamaki straightened up and shoved his hands into his pockets before he sauntered over to the table where Kyoya was sitting with his laptop and infamous notebook.

The blond plopped himself down, catty-cornered to his best friend. He lifted his elbows onto the table, and the blond rested his chin on the backs of his hands.

“I have arranged a special trip for us for our winter break.” Tamaki announced proudly. He was their father after all–it was his job to look after his "family" and take care of all of their needs behind stage. That included planning family vacations with very little input from the rest of them.

#moonsmultimusings #tamaxkyo #「♔ otp 」#「♔ host kyoya 」#「♔ rp; WWBS 」#「♔ outofroses; I hope you liked this!! Sorry for the lame title and idk what that desc is lol 」#「♔ тαмαкι sυσυ | 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 」

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worldofetria · 2 years ago

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Example play of my new TTRPG: Realms

Soon to be released! It's a solo/duet journalling game with some dice mechanics mixed in, set in my world, Etria. It'll be available here: https://waufl.itch.io/realms

Let’s begin with a new character:

I am Hani, a Shadow Walking Perfiler from Yengel with the power of fastened Accordance. I want to discover a cure for an ancient disease that plagues my town. I’ve travelled to Hodi as they’re known for hosting much of the world’s research.

Hani’s encounter stats look like this: Might 1, Stealth 3, Social 2, Survival 2, Crafting 2.

Hani has skills in placating natural animals; She worked on one of the only bio-farms in Yengel, the capital city. She looked after the animals and maintained their mechanically enhanced parts, upgrading and repairing them. She also has some ‘criminal’ contacts, as does everyone in Yengel; that’s how she managed to get within the walls of one of Hodi’s most high-tech cities. She’s got a higher-than-average amount of money, some night vision goggles and a smoke bomb she made herself.

As a Perfiler, she can fly under the radar of the Hodi authorities as a commoner of the ‘right’ race. Further, she’s able to fly short distances and so can climb up towards the floating cities. Unfortunately, due to my build, she’s also quite fragile, which doesn’t always work out for her during interactions.

Let’s start a session:

I roll 2d6 on the Starting Locations Table in the Hodi Roll Book; I roll a 6 (2+4); when I check the table, it says Hani is in a Ground-level City. I now must answer the question, “What brought you here?”

Hani: I’ve travelled from my podunk town in Yengel all the way to one of the most technologically advanced ground-cities in Hodi; I’m going to try to be a scientist so I can learn from the best.

Since Hani is level 1, she has 15 interaction points, so I should draw 3 scene cards. So I draw three black cards and check the Exploration Scenes Table. I drew: A forgotten library, a blueprint, and rural farmland. I note each one on an index card. I like all of them, so I choose not to gain a story complication by swapping them. I decide the order will be: Rural Farmland, Blueprint, then forgotten library.

I draw descriptor cards from the red card pile: Controversial, windy and quivering, and I assign them as follows. The rural farmland is controversial, the blueprint is windy, and the forgotten library is quivering. I decide the forgotten library will have the encounter, and then I start to tell the story, ensuring each question is answered within the narrative.

Hani: Walking towards the city, I pass large tracts of genetically modified plant farmland. This is a city known for advances in bio-synthesis and new plant matter. The farmland I pass is being used to grow enchanted tree-bark limbs designed to replace the rotting limbs of the more ancient Goedler. As I continue winding my way through the fields towards the capital, something traps and tangles my leg. I glance down to discover quite a large piece of paper tangled and spread across my ankle. Picking it up, I notice it’s some kind of map with a detailed sketch of a particular building and all of its exits and entrances. Looking closer, I can see that the map on the back shows a building in a district one street over. The paper seems to be a blueprint for a municipal building; I turn determined to return the blueprint to its building and owner.

As I near the next district, the building I’m looking for comes into sight. It is tall and gangly, looking as if it’s shivering in the cold. Getting closer to the building, I can see that it is an old library, no longer visited, judging by the number of cobwebs around. I decide to take a further look; maybe there’s a book here that will have information on the plague I’m trying to treat. So, I enter the building and begin my search.

At this point, it’s time for an encounter!

I set the encounter type by rolling 1d6, I roll a 6, so I decide to just go with a stealth encounter. Now I’ve got to state a goal for Hani: She wants to find a book related to the cure for the strange plague in her home town. Her adversary will be the library itself and its countless shelves that look untidy, books are also strewn about, and there doesn’t seem to be any sort of index. As Hani is at level 1 and does not have difficulty searching for books, her adversary will have 3 dice rounds.

I roll 3 dice because Hani has 3 stealth dots filled in as an encounter stat, and she does not have any relevant skills; I get 2, 6 and 1. I assign them as follows: 2 - tool, 6 - magic, 1 - buffer, then change them to match the action effects so that I now have a tool at 3, magic at 6, and buffer at 3. (Resolve the Encounter, Steps 1-2)

Hani: I’m sure non one’ll miss a book or two. I better keep quiet, though; I don’t want to annoy any peasants who could somehow know a high-ranking science official.

Now I roll 1d6 for my adversary, they roll a 3, and I counter their roll with my buffer at 3. I don’t lose any interaction points, but I also don’t gain a success, and that is 1 out of 3 rounds done. I move my buffer dice roll into my used dice section. (Resolve the Encounter, Steps 3-6)

Hani: I begin my search at what looks to be the old librarian’s desk. Hopefully, there’ll be something useful there. As I shuffle the numerous papers and push aside several books, my glove snags on something hidden underneath the piles. Pulling my hand back, I see a tear in my lovely new gloves and notice that I probably would be bleeding right now if I hadn’t been wearing them. I thank the gloves for their sacrifice and make a mental note to buy some new ones.

I roll 1d6 for my adversary in the second dice round, they roll a 4, and I counter with my magic at 6. I have a higher number, so I gain a success. I currently have 1 out of 2 successes needed to win. I move the magic roll into the used dice section.

Hani: Searching here is getting me nowhere. I decide to try and do some according. Standing from where I crouched near the desk, I locate a bookcase that looks like it might have held medical books once. Closing my eyes, I take a moment to rub the surface of the bookshelf and, using the vibrations created, I focus on guiding the small amount of energy generated towards the books I’m searching for. With my eyes closed, the vibrations guide me forwards, and I follow, stepping over books and piles of papers whilst keeping my grip on the bookcase. When the vibrations and thrum of energy stop, I open my eyes. I am standing before a bookshelf with a plaque that reads “Medical Domain”.

I roll again for my adversary, and they roll a 1. I counter with my tool at 2. I have a higher roll, so I gain another success. I have done 3 dice rounds, so the encounter is over; I had 2 out of 3 successes, so I win the encounter. I mark a win on my win counter, then I decide what Hani managed to gain and describe the final round:

Hani: I notice most books here are in a non-standard Iigran dialect. I take out my pocketbook dictionary containing quick translations. As I go down the row of books, comparing each name to my book of translations, I finally come across a book about plagues. This should help me start to identify what’s going on with my people! I pick up the book and make my way outside for some fresh air.

As I already had an item in mind for Hani to get, I didn’t need or want to roll on the Valuables Table to generate a random item. I proceed to the level-up check; I haven’t got 10 wins, so I can’t level up yet. That’s the end of this chapter, and it’s time to start a new one.

#worldbuilding #world of etria #ttrpg community #solo ttrpg #solo #new rpg #roleplaying

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the-peruvian-whovian · 10 months ago

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here's another full article from CNN, no payroll but pasted some excerpts here, emphasis mine.

Anesthetics, crutches, dates. Inside Israel’s ghost list of items arbitrarily denied entry into Gaza

Updated 2:22 PM EST, Sat March 2, 2024

Al-Zarqa, Jordan —

CNN has obtained documents from three major participants in the humanitarian operation that list what they called the “most frequently rejected items.” Among them are essential medical supplies: anesthesia machines and anesthetics, crutches, generators, ventilators, x-ray machines and oxygen cylinders.

For doctors and patients inside Gaza, the implications are excruciating. There are numerous reports of preventable deaths for lack of oxygen and ventilators. Over 1,000 children have undergone leg amputations in Gaza, according to UNICEF, some without anesthesia. That figure was compiled by UNICEF at the end of November and has not been updated since.

One doctor, Hani Bseiso, amputated his 17-year-old niece’s leg with a kitchen knife in his home, using only the clothes on his back to stop the bleeding and dish soap to clean her wounds. “An Israeli tank missile hit her when she was on the sixth floor of our building,” Bseiso told CNN. “I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t have anesthesia or any kind of medication.”

“There was no anesthesia. My anesthesia was the Quran which I was reciting,” the niece, Ahed Bseiso, later told a journalist working with CNN in Gaza. The amputation, carried out on her uncle’s dining table, was filmed and shared widely on social media. “He brought the kitchen knife and cut my leg off with it. And in that moment, I said praise be to God. Because he brought me patience.”

Medicines in Gaza began to run out shortly after the war erupted on October 7. Injuries from intensive bombardment skyrocketed while Israel stifled aid deliveries. “Towards the end of my 43 days in Gaza, we had run out of anesthetic, and we were doing procedures with no anesthetic at all,” said British-Palestinian surgeon Dr. Ghassan Abu-Sittah from his clinic in London, two months after his return from Gaza. “We were having to do extremely painful cleaning procedures to stop wound infections on children with no anesthetic and no analgesic.”

In the absence of appropriate medical supplies, Abu-Sittah concocted a solution to fight infection: dish soap mixed with vinegar and saline. “I would pour that over the wound and scrub the wound down,” Abu-Sittah said. “It was probably the darkest moment of my life. The child was screaming. The parent was crying, and you’re trying to just block all of this out and do it as quickly as possible. But knowing that if you hadn’t, that child would be dead by the end of the day.”

A humanitarian source inside Gaza said that in early February he witnessed a six-year-old child with burns covering 40% of her body. She was at a hospital in Rafah, the best supplied population center in Gaza, where medics could only give her aspirin to ease her agony.

Another woman, Um Adel, said her granddaughter died due to a lack of oxygen at a hospital in the southern Gazan city of Khan Younis. “We were in Khan Younis. We couldn’t sleep during the day or the night because of the bombardment,” she told another journalist working with CNN in Gaza. “My granddaughter died because she was ill and there was no oxygen or any kind of medication for her. May her soul rest in peace.”

Israel’s restrictions have also impacted medicines for the chronically ill. For weeks, COGAT temporarily prevented insulin pens for children with diabetes from entering Gaza, according to the UN Humanitarian Coordinator for Palestine Jamie McGoldrick and one other source.

“On the goods that are being prohibited, it’s a full range,” said McGoldrick in a January 24 press conference. “Some of it is medical material such as basic drugs and material for treating not just trauma but for chronic illnesses."

At one of the waypoints of aid in Jordan, stacked boxes of donations extend for around eight miles, a backlog that would require around a thousand trucks to deliver, Jordan’s charity officials estimate. The director of programs and planning for the Jordanian Hashemite Charity Organization (JHCO), Marwan al-Hennawy, slits open a box of food to show what should be reaching people in Gaza; this one contains rice, chicken stock, tuna and dates. It is enough to feed a family of five for two weeks.

Behind him are dozens of wheelchairs wrapped in dusty plastic. “We have 220 wheelchairs and we’ve been trying to get them in since the start of the war,” he told CNN during a rare tour of the warehouses of aid meant for Gaza.

Al-Hennawy scans the sea of boxes around him. “It’s painful to look around and see all this,” he says. “I feel like I’m trapped. I know Gazans desperately need this help but I can’t get it to them. It’s like a nightmare.”

[SOURCE]

Maternity kits, medical threads and scissors, water testing kits, anesthetics, mobile desalination units, etc do you see the pattern? Israel is not only starving the people of Gaza but it also wants to ensure the spread of disease through contaminated water and surgical tools, as well as ensuring injured Palestinians suffer through horrendous pain.

It's beyond sickening.

#this is eugenics.#mass disabling gazans and then preventing them from accessing mobility aids or medicine #ensuring the disabled are condemned to die painfully #ANASTHETICS?? ANASTHETICS. THE CRUELTY IS THE POINT.#tell me how children getting their legs cut off with kitchen knives is justifiable.#I know I'm preaching to the choir but aghhhhhh #may I never become numb to this #disability #disability justice #tw amputation #ableism #genocide #gaza #gaza genocide #palestine

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yoohyeon · 4 months ago

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Thank you from the bottom of my heart ♥️

I sadly can’t donate, since I’m unemployed, but I wish you and your family the best 💜

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chocolate-teapots · 3 years ago

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Upper East Side: Park Jimin

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The bitch is back and she’s coming

for blood.

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Warnings: toxic rich friends, toxic bts, angel jimin, body shaming, cheating, cringe, mentions of threesomes, jealousy, possessiveness, manipulation, public humiliation.

"Is that last season's Armani hanging from her hog body?"

This was the night of the year. My parent's annual fundraiser party was always a hotspot but this year I was more excited as they took more responsibility in the planning. Cameras were flashing around the historical golden hall, anyone who was anyone sauntered in the middle of the room screaming for attention as people whispered on the sidelines.

"Stop watching that drag race shit Nina."

Unlike the rest of the dysfunctional functional families on the upper east side, mine had genuine intentions when it came to their generous donations to charity. We had a shared vision of making the most of what we were fortunately given and doing something good with it.

"I can't help it, I liveee for the gags."

However, the people invited relished all the good publicity by accepting invites graciously knowing that it will do wonders for their image and unfortunately your image was your first impression in the community.

"Your mother really outdid herself this time Y/N," my best friend Hani gawked at the huge gold chandeliers dripping from the ceiling and completely ignoring my involvement.

I followed her gaze with wonder and pride, sipping my champagne wondering how that amazing woman could get any more amazing. The venue was perfection, with Italian and french design details that were palace-like. We wanted royalty.

"For sure Y/N, you think she'll do the designs for my big sleepover party this year?" Nina, my other best friend, quizzed beside us probably already wondering how these chandeliers and crystal glasses would look in her bedroom in autumn.

Everyone was here from school. Hani and Nina stayed by my side for the majority of the night as we giggled and reminisced about relationships and what the hell Charlie Fish's socks said on the side.

"I swear it says, Goof Rhymes!"

The rest of the school crew were mingling around somewhere, probably reminiscing or trying to make newer memories if you know what I mean. Something strange about the close relationship between the seniors of St Judes was the fact we had all dated/had sex with each other at some point, even the guys and girls with each other.

"No way! You're blind. It clearly says 'Gond Fames'!"

I had dated all seven of those boys, regretfully, but there was only one I had ever loved and it still hurt a year later. The girls also had a certain fixation on some of them more than others. Jungkook and Nina, as the youngest of us all immediately latched onto each other and never let go (as unhealthy friends of course with a few added benefits. Hani and Yoongi had declared some kind of war between them the moment Yoongi slept with some random girl at a party thinking it was her.

He was very sorry.

She was very pissed.

"Gond Fames? Is that even real words?"

We had all been merry friends since the very beginning of our trust-fundom but I never felt like I belonged. And she knew it. Gossip Girl somehow always found a way inside of our chain and knew exactly how to unlink us one by one until we were forced apart. No one knew who she was and yet she was a part of us all. The first thing anyone on the upper east side would think as soon as they did something was-

"Oh, I hope Gossip Girl hasn't found out about my tequila threesome with Namjoon and my cousin! I'd just die!"

All of us would be on eggshells all day every day to see who she would target, waiting for our lives to be ruined with news we probably would've never known if it weren't for some messed up kid and their laptop.

Yet, what was even worse was when Gossip Girl was quiet because then you knew she wasn't taking a break she had something really good and was just waiting for the right moment to drop it.

Cut to now.

"When do you think Gossip Girl is gonna post again? I kind of miss her talking about my daddy issues," Nina pouted, her thick pink lips glistening under the rich lights decorating the endless room.

"Who cares? We're finally being left alone, enjoy it," I admit, sipping on the champagne and a little too familiar feeling of bubbles and haziness jumbling inside of me for an 18-year-old.

Park Jimin walks through the archway in a black Chanel suit and incredibly styled hair, saying nothing and already he had ruined my life again. He always looked elegant, presentable, the definition of sex. The man oozed sex appeal and yet his invites to these things always seemed to have gotten lost in the mail. Jimin wasn't a trust fund rich kid like the rest of us but we have all been close the moment he started to beat the champion dancer Hoseok in his own damn sport.

I place down my glass, not liking the empty spot on his arm.

"Excuse me."

I lift my black Valentino as I walk over to him, trying my best to hide my nerves behind the long dress and gold chains but it wasn't working. I just wanted to greet him, to hear his voice again considering we hadn't spoken in just a short of a year.

"Park Jimin," I greet him and he nods, pretty eyes giving me and my dress an unidentifiable look. I was starting to crumble in his presence. "I was beginning to think you wouldn't come."

Fake conversations. Keeping up appearances.

"Y/N, you look beautiful," he kisses my cheek, had around my waist to pull me close and I shiver at the memories it brought back. "How could I miss the event of the century?"

"Thank you, I'm so glad you could make it and for loaning us your amazing staff. My parents and I are truly grateful," I speak formally, nervous to go beyond that border with fear of being unable to turn back.

Jimin bites his plump lips to quieten his heavenly smile and I thought I could just pass out right there. The man was beyond beautiful and the golden lighting was doing wonders for his clear skin.

"You're grateful? I think they're the ones that should be grateful considering how much you're paying them," he chuckles, his eyes widening with the unfamiliarity of my world despite living at the heart of it.

"It's all in the good name of-"

"Y/N!"

I look over my shoulder to see Hoseok strutting our way with the rest of the gang behind him like an entourage of incredibly successful models. Jimin shrinks into a blonde blur as Hoseok kisses my cheek, his tailored and insured hand fixed to my very lower lower back to pull me into him.

"Hoseok..."

"Hello beautiful," he huffs, stepping back to take in the view though I weren't sure it was the dress he was looking at.

"I'm so glad you could all make it, you all look fabulous as always," I complimented but they knew they looked good so genuine compliments were wasted on these six pairs of deaf ears.

"We know Y/N, there's no need for flattery. Now I need a drink," Jin eyed up the drinks being passed around as though they were mini servings of orgasms just floating for free. His pretty lips turned into a rosy smirk as he eyed the waitress nearby. "Or maybe what's carrying them..."

"Always the delight Jin."

I was feeling bold. So in an attempt to present him to the rest but to also try and feel even a tickle of his touch that I longed for, I pulled him forward by his jacket to line up with me. His eyes widened, lips puffed in unreadable surprise.

Just tell me you love me.

Hani and Nina joined the little high school circle, giggling and touching their men like little designer accessories. I watched as Nina and Jungkook flirted with one another, strong-arm never intending to let go of her tiny waist as though they were handcuffed.

Jimin didn't dare touch me, even look at me despite the fact no one was talking to him and he had nothing else to look at.

Flattering.

"Who the fuck is Chantelle, Yoongi?"

It wasn't just the feeling of being an outsider in this group of wealthy lovers and serial flirts, I could feel something else, something creeping onto the night.

"What do you mean Chantelle, woman? I don't know a Chantelle!"

Maybe it was just the champagne.

"You were moaning her name in your sleep!"

I bolt the rest of it, soon grabbing another and drinking it like Jin who was now on his fourth glass. Maybe if I drank enough I'd finally get the courage-

Jimin's head finally turns towards mine and my heart freezes in hope. It's that moment where you don't want to move in case you ruin it.

"Y/N-"

The music cuts out, the atmosphere defrosted in the room immediately and my parents come to the rescue as the whispers begin and the feet begin to tap. The tuts echo across their words of reassurance and I feel the heat creeping through my skin for them.

"We apologize for the inconvenience everyone, the sound has just cut out but the problem is getting fixed as we speak. Please help yourself to another drink while we-"

About a thousand mobile phones all ring, ping and vibrate at the same time, chiming along like a song of their own but no song was this intimidating, this excruciating and fucking scary to sing. We all exchanged a glance, knowing the voice that would be waiting to speak through the screen and yet we look anyway.

"Good evening Upper East Siders, a perfect greeting from a lion who has been away from the jungle for too long. Sorry for the silent treatment but I have been busy cooking a feast with a little help from some of my friends."

We all look in confusion, hearts racing and minds aching already at the cryptic wording of this pop-culture princess. She was a phone, an inanimate presence and yet even Namjoon shook nervously.

"Word around the log fire is that our favourite upper east side good girl has decided to play hostess for the annual fundraiser so I decided to put all of our differences aside and make a generous donation to charity at no extra cost- except for a few friendships of course. This is for our sweetheart on her special night with maybe not the sweetest by her side after all..."

The murmurs sizzle in the pan, waiting out the explosion. I squirm at all the attention, suddenly feeling not so glamourous and not so golden and definitely not so good. What was she planning? Was it truly a favour?

"Section a titled 'bad to the bone.' Our youngest golden boy may not be so golden after all, using our golden girl's lipstick stains to make a certain special friend jealous. Oh, Jungkook when will you learn that when a girl says no she really means no?"

There's a picture of Jungkook and me after an amazing day out where we're genuinely happy and I'm kissing his cheek. It was platonic. It meant nothing other than friendship.

I guess I was wrong. That's what hurt.

I look up to Jungkook, uncertainty and my willingness to not believe the news plastered over my expression. How could I trust Gossip Girl over my own friend? But, he just gulps, strong hands smoothing out his jacket nervously. Was this true?

"Jungkook, tell me this isn't true," Nina speaks next to him, suddenly finding his grip on her waist less comforting and more oppressive. She wiggled out of it slowly, stepping back to observe the pissed off maknae who maybe wasn't as innocent as we all thought.

"Nina, it isn't what it looks like," I reason genuinely and I think she swallows it dry for now.

I stand in shock, frozen like a mannequin and feeling stupid for ever thinking that day was anything but a mistake. I bunch up the full skirt of my dress again, wanting it to swallow me whole and turn around to leave not wanting to know anything else she had to give me tonight.

"I can't stand this," I muttered, heading straight for the large wooden doors hiding me from the fresh outside world that was a lot lighter than the darkness in this room. Only, they refused to open no matter how hard I tugged them and not a single one of us had the key.

I stomp back to the chain that I had broken myself from, impatiently waiting for more heartbreak.

"I can't believe you would do that Jungkook," Jin mutters in disappointment by the side of the youngest and he reacts defensively to the hurt caused by Jin's disapproval, someone he looked up to so much. My heart almost hurt for him.

Almost.

"Oh please, you saw how Nina was latching onto Oscar like he was some kind of lampost! She knew what she was doing," Jungkook spat in greedy dirty jealousy, he gave 'sin' a different definition now.

The second chime stopped my launch at the smug handsome boy wearing his suit with dare I say a little pride. I just wanted to hug Nina but by the way she didn't reply, it seemed as though she didn't really like me at this present moment either.

"Chapter two, 'The Tale of Two Hoes'. Did you know that mother Jin isn't so loving to his precious boys? Jin meddled in a little sabotage with Y/N's date with our loving Hoseok to make it look like he stood you up with a text from a disposable phone leaving him to pick up the tearful pieces. Looks like a date isn't the only thing he took that night, was it Y/N?"

I felt almost ill, the disapproving look of my parents making me want to pick up a tile and throw it at my own head. Jin flushed on the spot, scratching behind his head as J-hope started towards him. The orange-haired man gritted his teeth, ready to throw hands but Namjoon held him back from the exposed eldest.

"Jin," I shook my head, tears starting to collect like magnets in my painted eyes. I look down to hide them and even though I knew this was just the beginning of this torture I couldn't wait for more pain. "Is that all I am to you?"

He says nothing.

"That one must've been hard for you Y/N, knowing Jin was always by your side but maybe it wasn't always to collect your feelings and to steal something else. But, Jin isn't the only thief with a light-fingered Joonie stealing underwear from your room and positioning it in his back pocket for ultimate bragging rights!"

I let out a loud laugh, throwing my head back maniacally as the arguments begin to erupt within the group.

"Wait, you didn't sleep together? You bastard!" Taehyung snarls, his large eyes turning small and intimidating as he faces the lies thrown upon himself in the process. "You knew I wanted her!"

There was even a picture to prove it on my phone, sure enough, that red lacy underwear that I was saving hanging out of his uniform trousers like they were a first prize trophy. I knew I should never have bought them.

I felt ill.

Betrayed.

Unsafe.

"I only did it because Jin was bragging about getting the first taste so I needed evidence that we went further you can't blame me!"

"Can't blame you? Are you fucking kidding me what kind of lame unintelligent excuse is that?" Jimin bursts by my side, cheeks flushed in outrage as the blonde flushes at his own stupidity in front of him. "You should be honoured to have a friend like her, she's not some piece of ass."

I almost forgot he was there.

Almost.

"Y/N you don't have to listen to this," Jimin whispered leaning in beside me, hand supporting behind my back trying to comfort my seething. I was seeing red and blue, the red beyond the details in Yoongi's tie or Hani's lipstick. Pure anger and sadness. "I can get us out... somehow."

"No! It's fine Jimin. I am loving this, in fact, I can't wait for the next one! Let's see what we have," I exclaim crazily, hands gripping the ruffles in my dress as they clung uncomfortably to my blushing body.

"Hmm, what's next." I read the blast with sarcastically dramatic expression of interest as I summarise the text. "Taehyung, how could you do that to your own best friend!"

The blue-haired millionaire lowers his golden face to the marble beneath us, not daring to retort or make a single expression as he hung his head in shame. Jimin looks at him in disappointment, forcing his eyes from the ground with his own sadness but Taehyung only looks down again.

I looked at my parents and they smiled apologetically and almost in shame. I could only imagine Taehyung smoothly sipping on his tea as he waited for me to get ready, horrible lies about Jimin tumbling out of his mouth without any intention of stopping so that he was almost banished from society forever.

I could imagine the smirk he threw to Jimin as he chased after me in the debutante ball, closing the door to a room upstairs and giving all sorts of signs that were absolutely wrong.

The more chimes, the more lies went by.

Hani was in tears on Nina's shoulder as she found out that both of us had lost our virginities to Yoongi in the same night and even under the same circumstances.

I had begun to grow nauseous, sick with worry at what to do with all this new information.

I didn't know my duty. There was nothing in the upper east side manual for this level of chaos.

I just stood and listened to the truth with dignity and giving into Jimin's heavenly touches of assurance as he ran his fingers along my back. It was like taking several bullets in complete silence.

It was also finally refreshing to have some closure with these assholes.

"It's nice to finally understand what I am to you guys," I mutter from the corner of my eye, not wanting to give them the pleasure of eye contact.

"Trigger warning, this next is not for the faint of heart. A little fun fact about the upper east side, nothing brings friends closer together than a scheme. So it was no surprise while golden girl was waiting for her prince in the pouring rain for their happily ever after, six villains teamed up to lock him in his castle for one last grizzly goodbye."

Our heads slowly shot up from our screens.

"That was you guys? All of you?" Jimin glared hand now pressing against me, scarier than all of them combined when angry due to his usually bright and charming exterior. He took his first step forward and they took their first step back, all awkwardly trying to avoid any questions with a mumble or a sip of their drink.

"You don't even have anything to say for yourselves?" I choke, softening their faces at the sound of the hurt building up inside of me ironically since all they had done so far was hurt me. "For me?"

"Beautiful," Hoseok spoke softly, reaching out for my arm but the hate wouldn't stop pouring and I slapped it away harshly not caring about the bill that would soon be facing my way. I would rather burn than have him touch me.

"Don't you dare."

Yet another highlight was finding out my stellar therapist had been writing notes in our sessions not for her but for Yoongi to directly read with a generous tip so he could keep track of what I was saying about our relationship. Lovely.

Another was finding out my school life had been meddled with too after Namjoon getting the best teacher ever fired once I confided in her about our toxic relationship and Taehyung getting me rejected from Harvard since Jimin was going too.

"Don't you have anything to say? At all?" Jimin barked and I finally noticed how silent the room was, relishing in this little circle of big drama as if it was some kind of telenovela. "You're ruining her life because you don't like me! Because I don't have a trust fund or a dog groomer or a foot spa! If you wanted to ruin my life fine but don't use people to get what you want- especially not her."

They were silent, guilty faces copy and pasted so identically I didn't even know whether or not to believe if they were true or not. Everything they had ever done or said had turned out to be a lie so far but there was always one more with Gossip Girl.

"I hope I haven't made Thanksgiving too awkward for you guys but this last one is a real doozy. Get out your pens everyone this is one for the history books as I am making a formal apology for my involvement in this last crime committed by none other than Mr Big Shot himself. Hoseok was a naughty boy and since lover boy was back in town, he dished out on the R-Rated details of him and Y/N to yours truly disguising as Park. The plan? To get the golden girl away from her true love and into the arms of the pot-stirrer. Well played Mr Jung, your lust was good while it lasted."

The pattern was screaming out to both Jimin and me and the reasons why made the hot flushes and cold sweats begin. The end of the blasts meant the doors would be open right? And yet I walked out, taking the chance to get away from the yelling, the tears, the violence, and the betrayal.

"I'm so sorry," I said to my mother, trying to regain composure in these last moments as if it would make up for the rest.

I was beyond embarrassed, already thinking of ways I could make it up to my parents for behaving so immaturely. But, for now, I sobbed into the back of my hand once I was outside, gown making me feel ugly and even more alone than ever before. Jimin did nothing wrong but I left them there in the jungle. I had to be alone.

"You know you love me XOXO Gossip Girl."

I ran towards the cabs parked outside, the rain audible at the end of the dark hallway I was running to. At the end of it should've been light, a group hug and some great parties but it was just grey, murky and full of the ones that you thought loved you trying to pull you away from pure happiness because they knew it could never be them.

I love Jimin I always have and it ate those boys alive to know I could love him beyond his bank account because he was more than enough as he was. He couldn't afford college and I remembered his late phone calls to me about it, sobbing about the end of his path.

Now? He set up his own restaurant, starting with a bar and ending with plans for chains and maybe even someday a hotel.

And, I was so proud of him.

"Y/N wait!" Jimin calls behind the clicking of his shoes against the concrete following me like the judging giggles of the people in that hall, all loving the drama just because it wasn't them at the centre of it.

I harshly wiped away a tear, continuing to run as fast as I could with my dress that moved like smoke and my shoes like cocktail sticks.

It seemed as though none of the rest even bothered.

"Don't go!" He catches up, my back facing him as I cry in the pouring rain and not a single cab in sight. It was just my luck. I just wanted to run away, to not have to face any more lies or betrayals.

I just wanted a friend but an invisible one I couldn't hurt.

"I'm sorry Jimin I need to be by myself for a while. I tend to have an inevitable negative effect on people and I don't want to hurt you again," I manage through a thick voice and even thicker sets of hot tears mixing with the cool rain.

I could hear his pity and it made me sick.

"I don't understand," he began softly, taking another step towards the hem of my dress. "It was them who did the plotting or scheming, not us. Don't you dare feel bad about anything, it's not your fault!"

I wanted to hug him.

"Thank you for not sending anything in..." I thank him quietly but genuinely, ready for another shock since he was too good to be true. It was only a matter of time until he too would darken under my presence.

He puts his hand on my shoulder, warmth spreading from it like tie-dye. I turn to face him, ashamed of the makeup that I knew was running horrifically in all directions of my face. I didn't know if it was my mind playing tricks or the rain but when I looked beyond his handsomely wet finger, I saw red stains of tears like mine too. Had he been crying also?

He smiled weakly "I would never."

I returned it, even weaker.

"I just need to be alone for a while if that's okay."

I didn't. It wasn't. In truth, I wanted him to pull me and kiss me until we physically couldn't anymore. I wanted him to cling to me until I was sick of him and prying him off of my body.

Which of course would be never.

He nodded through a sigh "Of course, just at least let me take you home safely."

He calls over a car and helps me in, feeding the inside my large dress through the door with a heavenly giggle. I held my spinning head in my hands on my lap, the weight of what to do with all these bridges to fix and the ones that were unfixable hurt my head like brain damage. I was incapable of thinking a single decent thought.

The door shut, ringing in my ears and Jimin rubs my exposed back, which tickled with the droplets of water. I eventually gave in to his comfort, nestling into his chest with silent cries of sadness coming from my painted lips.

The thing that pumped the tears the most and choked me beyond swallowing was the thought that I had come between so many friendships tonight.

Had I not existed, Jimin would still have so many friends and an amazing person by his side- a functional existence.

"Please don't say that Y/N. Those actions were in them all along and eventually, they would've come out anyway. I'm just sorry it had to be all on you," Jimin's pretty hands ran along my bare skin making my heart continue to explode. But was he just trying to make me feel better?

"I would do anything to take this pain away from you."

I melted at his words.

"You are my pain, Park Jimin."

He stopped, scared at what I was going to say and honestly so was I. The emotions of the evening had engulfed me to the point where nothing I could say could make it any worse.

"The stabbing in my heart I feel whenever I see you and realise you could never love me the way I love you is greater than any fake friendship or any gossip girl blast. They want us apart and so do you."

I look up at him, removing my head. His silence was killing me.

"And yet here we are."

He hugged me closer, arms wrapping around me so many times so that Jimin could get as close as possible. I could smell the homely scent of his that even the rain couldn't wash away. It was comforting and made me hum against his bare neck as I wrapped around him.

"Do you want me to take you back to mine?"

Oh.

"No, not in that way I mean it's uh probably better if you just um-"

"Anywhere but here."

I sighed, breath hitting his shivering skin at a tremendous strength. I felt his body shiver against mine, clinging, and reaching out for heat.

"You know that day, I was getting ready to meet you. I had a speech planned and everything," he chuckled sadly, kissing the top of my head as I grinned through the silence. I could imagine him rambling nervously in front of the mirror, adjusting his jacket and trying on seven different outfits that all looked the same.

"I couldn't wait to finally call you mine, to be able to tell you every mushy thing I felt on the inside. Then I blinked and you were with Hoseok again."

"Then I sneezed and you were in France," I retorted lightly, smirking through it so I wouldn't have to apologize. I didn't want to face the horrible things I had done.

"I'd love to take you some time. The entire time I was there every 5 seconds I'd see something and say 'God Y/N would love that'," he giggled and I felt the joy tingling in his chest and through his sheer shirt.

"I'd love to see it."

There is a questionable silence, Jimin's noisy thoughts screaming through his body and though I couldn't hear it I could feel the cogs turning.

"Let's go."

"Now?"

"Right now."

I pulled away from him to study his face. There wasn't a single glint of madness or delusion in those eyes just pure determination. I would be lying if I said it wasn't extremely sexy.

"We'll get out of New York. Nothing serious if you don't want to. We'll take a breather and we'll do it in style darling," Jimin gets excited at the luxuriousness of it all, not being used to spontaneous trips like these I was sure. Though I was, this didn't feel as dull as an ordinary trip, I got giddy in the backseat.

"Wait, what about your restaurant?"

"My parents are in town. They can run the show for a while," he bites his lip, reaching out for me begging me to agree to this after all the built-up excitement.

France really was a really beautiful place and it was the start of summer...

"Why me?"

"I obviously have made the wrong impression if you don't think I'm desperately and hopelessly in love with you now haven't I?" he grins into my fingers as he holds them to his mouth, kissing my knuckle just once as a teaser for what's to come.

I peck him on the lips, stunning him in his seat as if I had sprayed him still with hairspray.

"I'm all in."

#bts imagines #bts smut #bts fanfic #gossip girl #park jimin #jimin imagine #jimin x y/n #jungkook #kim taehyung #hoseok #kim seokjin #namjoon #yoongi

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redheadgleek · 3 years ago

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2022 Books read part 2

Last year, I read 49 books total.

I just hit 45 books for this year. Definitely the most books I've read since medical school. In my defense, some of the books were on the short side, but I'm definitely using books as escapism right now.

What I read in Jan-April:

May: A Spindle Splintered by Alix Harrow - I love fractured fairytales and this one was a fun novella. A Tale of Sorcery read by Chris Colfer (audiobook). The last book of his "Tale Of" series and it was a satisfying tie-up to the series. Hyperbole and A Half: Unfortunate Situations, Flawed Coping Mechanisms, Mayhem, and Other Things that Happened by Allie Brosh. I loved her blog back in the day and her comics would have me gasping for air. They weren't quite as funny now, and I'm not sure why. What We Don't Talk About When We Talk About Fat by Aubrey Gordon. I still have complex feelings about this book. Six Of Crows by Leigh Bardugo. Kaz my beloved. Inej my beloved. Nina my beloved. Jesper my beloved. Hani and Ishu's Guide to Fake Dating by Jaigirdar Adiba. Sweet, if not very deep. Paladin's Strength by T. Kingfisher. It took me way too long to figure out the twist. But it was worth it. Paladin's Hope by T. Kingfisher. Hot. So hot.

June: I'm So Not Over You by Kosoko Jackson. A great idea (exboyfriends fake-dating) and so poorly executed. Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo. A direct continuation of Six of Crows - so many twists I did not see coming. Stranger Than Fanfiction read by Chris Colfer (audiobook). It's not Shakespeare, but man, do I love hearing him make his characters come to life. I still have thoughts about the ending. Minor Mage by T. Kingfisher. I love these stories about ordinary people with just a touch of magic. King of Scars by Leigh Bardugo. Nina my beloved. The Darkness Outside Us by Eliot Schrefer. I read this in a day - really absorbing while reading it, falls apart if you spend too long thinking about the premise. Clockwork Boys by T. Kingfisher. I love this world. I love these complex, world-weary, broken women and men who come together to try to save their world. Swordheart by T. Kingfisher. I had to wait for the Wonder Engine to be available from the library. I need the sequels now. A Mirror Mended by Alix Harrow. A Spindle Splintered didn't need a sequel and I'm not sure that this was the sequel that should have been written. The Wonder Engine by T. Kingfisher. An excellent finish to the series. Here's To Us by Becky Albertalli and Adam Silvera. I really didn't like What If It's Us that much - the characters were too young and differentiating between their first person perspectives was iffy. This was much better. I still would have made them a touch older, but it works. One Last Stop by Casy McQuiston. I liked Red, White, and Royal Blue better and I wasn't expecting a time-travel story. Still there was a lot of atomosphere and sweetness to the story. We Are Okay by Nina LaCour. I really liked this although I still ahve so many questions. But this captured the feel of the outer Sunset district of San Francisco and made me homesick.

Midyear book review:

@gorgxoxus tagged me a couple of weeks ago on this one.

Best book you’ve read so far in 2022? A Marvellous Light by Freye Marske. The world-building was fantastic and the chemistry between the two main characters was steamy.

Best sequel you’ve read so far in 2022: I think it's unfair to call Crooked Kingdom a sequel, since it's a direct continuation of Six of Crows, but wow, I did not see so many of the twists of that book.

New release you haven’t read yet, but want to: On Rotation by Shirlene Obuobi. It's a chick lit romance written by a doctor, so I'm intrigued. I have it on hold at the library.

Most anticipated release for the second half of the year: Husband Material by Alexis Hall and Heat Wave (The Extraordinaires #3) by TJ Klune.

Biggest disappointment: I'm So Not Over You - the premise of a reverse fake dating situation (boyfriends who had broken up and then had to pretend to date) sounded so fun and it was just executed so badly. The writer needed better editors.

Biggest surprise: ... I can't think of any?

Favourite new author (debut or new to you): T. Kingfisher. I checked out A Wizard's Guild to Defensive Baking and have since devoured 7 other books of hers and have at least 3 more on my to-read list. They are realistic and somewhat dark but also filled with a lot of fun and whimsy. The "Temple of the White Rat" feature older, world-weary characters who save the world and fall in love (Swordheart had better have a sequel soon!).

Newest fictional crush: Stephen from Paladin's Grace. He's a paladin who went on a murderous rage when his God dies and he copes by knitting socks.

Newest favourite character: When I watched Shadow and Bone on Netflix, Jesper was my favorite. When I read Six of Crows, Kaz took his place. I also love Nina.

Book that made you cry: We Are Okay gave me a throat lump today, but I haven't read anything that has made me cry for a while.

Book that made you happy: So This Is Ever After. It was tropey and lighthearted and endearing. Loved it.

The most beautiful book you’ve bought this year: I haven't bought a lot of books this year as I've been mostly reading library ebooks, but the cover for We Are Okay is quite lovely.

What books do you need to read by the end of the year? My currently reading list: The Once and Future Witches by Alix Harrow, Rule of Wolves (sequel to King of Scars), The Secret of Life (yes, I'm still making my way through), Medical Apartheid (ditto), Struck by Lightning (audiobook which I should finish this weekend) and Dracula Daily. Books I hope to read by the end of the year: A Restless Truth, The Enigma Game, The Nobleman's Guide to Scandal and Shipwrecks, The 1619 Project, Nettle & Bone, What Moves the Dead.

#books #reading #tumblr book club #RHG copes by escaping into the written word

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scriptaed · 4 years ago

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bygones of the sun. 08 (m)

genre: angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

pairing: reader x hoseok;

length: 4.6k;

synopsis: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

Regardless of the endless praying in the waking hours of midnight and desperate texts to Hani and Junghwa for help, the sun rises nevertheless; rather than replacing, the radiant glow of the sun blinds the darkness of the cold night into nearly nonexistence and the morning comes along with it in an inevitable solar system bound to revolve around its center.

After hours of rolling around in bed—too hot, kick one leg out over your blankets, too cold, bury yourself under the heat you had insulated from tossing and turning—you manage to barely get in a few hours of sleep before waking up only to look into the mirror in dismay over the dark circles drooping under your eyes.

Well, at least that might turn Hoseok off from doing whatever the needy, mischievous, and maybe even horny bad boy deprived of action side of him did to you last night.

A few splashes of fresh, cold water in the sink of your motel room and a messy albeit best bun you could every tie up are all that you figure you would need before marching off into the dining hall just three flights of stairs down; after all, who are you trying to impress? Certainly not Hoseok…

...or at least that’s what you tell yourself; because nevertheless, even after chanting to yourself under your breath that you would do everything and anything to avoid garnering his attention today, and perhaps the rest of eternity, you still take a quick glance in the mirror to assure yourself that your casual black tank top and gray sweatpants are of at least a presentable state. Maybe it’s the lack of sleeping getting to you or maybe it’s the adrenaline mixed with shock from last night’s incident with the boy you’ve been dreaming of since last year that endorses your self confidence that you smile at yourself after a quick scan in the floor length mirror and proceed to skip your way down into the first floor of the niche motel where Jimin had informed you last night that he and the rest of the boys would be getting breakfast.

As you jog down the stairs like a child on the eve of Christmas, you find yourself subconsciously humming to an oh-so-familiar tune; although you can’t quite put a finger on the exact title of the track, the image, the senses, the serenity that comes along with the nostalgic tune floods you into a timeless reverie. An earphone plugged in your right ear while the laughs of others and the tires rolling against the gravel rushes into your left, you can practically feel the cotton of a sweater wrapping you in warmth along with a crisp, spicy masculine scent as you lay your head against the comfortable crook of someone’s shoulder. The squeaking of broken in sneakers against the hardwood floor and the beats of the track echoing in a vast, empty room. You can imagine it all, evidently too real to be conjured up in your head.

“Y/N! Over here!” Taehyung’s voice snaps you out of your daze. Stepping a foot into the relatively small, cozy dining room, the enticing aroma of warm soup mixed with traditional spices and herbs fill your nose and state of mind as it pulls your growling stomach closer than ever. You find Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin already decked out in workout attire as they seated themselves with three other less familiar faces before you quickly skid your way to their table. Taehyung flashes you his signature warm, boxy smile, “morning!”

“Good morning,” you press a smile at the five other greetings which follow shortly after.

“Oh?” Jungkook quirks a brow and you reciprocate his gestures. “You’re pretty dressed up today, Y/N.”

“Dressed up?” you nearly choke, eyes popping at your supposedly exact opposite intentions. “Uh no, no, I just threw on whatever I found first in my luggage. Dressing up is the last thing I wanted.”

“Uhuh,” Taehyung drawls, winking at his partner in crime Jungkook. “So, who’s the lucky boy? Is it someone you met at camp yesterday?”

You sigh, “I don’t have my eye on anyone—”

“—oh my God,” both Taehyung and Jungkook gasps, gaping and turning their head in sync, “is it Hoseok?”

“What?” you nearly yell and it feels like your heart is about to fail you. “No!”

“I know we were the ones who asked you to talk to him and convince him to return to the club, but that’s only because we heard you two were a thing… or that you two went out on some dates. But you said you guys didn’t, so…” Jungkook’s voice trails off as he ponders over the rather imaginative albeit somewhat accurate thoughts of his, whereas Taehyung picks up where he left off, “did you catch feelings? Or did you already have feelings for him? You know, how did you convince him to attend camp anyways?”

You gulp. There’s no way you’re telling them the absurd offer Hoseok had proposed, a kiss in exchange for his presence, not to mention the fact that you actually gave him what he wanted and more. The recalling of the tender scene in the kitchen flushes your cheeks to rosy hues as you mumble, “I just begged him until he was too annoyed to decline.”

The boys glance at each other in wariness before Jimin chuckles to break the silence, “where is Hoseok anyways? I told him to meet us here last night, but he left me on read. Do you know what happened to him, Y/N?”

“Huh? Me? Hoseok?” you say louder than intended.

The grim look on his face after he had unexpectedly pulled you in for a session you could only imagine in your dreams just a year ago, when he answered your last question, when you turned your back and left him in the jacuzzi out of shock flashes before your eyes; regardless of having witnessed the sudden change in Hoseok’s demeanor, even you can’t quite explain the reasoning behind it. You thought you were done worrying for him throughout the entirety of last night, however, now that everything around you seems to always come back to Hoseok, you can’t help but wonder what you can do to help him… despite how much he has changed.

“Oh, there he is,” Jimin calls out and your entire body freezes in place, too scared to turn around and face him after last night. “Hoseok—”

“—Y/N,” you can hear the familiar voice of his as his low uttering resonates in your ear and rumbles throughout your chest.

You take a deep breath and gulp, pretending as if you had heard a apparition and turning to grab a plate and utensil to fetch some steamed vegetables in the hotpot placed in the middle of the wooden table.

“Y/N,” Hoseok mutters sternly. You can see his maroon tee and grey sweatpants in the corner of your eyes while Jimin glances between you and Hoseok as the latter takes a step closer to you. “Y/N, we need to talk. I’m sorry about last night. Please, at least listen to what I have to say—”

“—I see we have hot pot for breakfast today,” you interject, turning to Jimin and stuffing your mouth with boiled food which burns your mouth, but not before blurting, “kind of unusual, but I’m not complaining. Thanks for the meal.”

Hoseok sighs, looking the other way in lack of amusement for a split second before placing his hand on your shoulder, “Y/N—”

“—actually, Y/N, guys,” Jimin cuts in and gently extracts Hoseok’s hand from your shoulder. “Hoseok and I have to discuss our plans for today and the rest of the camp. You guys eat first and we’ll join you afterwards in the practice room.”

With that, Jimin ushers Hoseok out of the dining hall, dragging him forward as your eyes briefly lock with Hoseok’s as he reluctantly looks over his shoulder to glimpse at you for a few times. A part of you pangs with guilt for blatantly ignoring him like that, especially since you could sense the sincerity in his apology, but it was just too soon, too awkward for you; and while you know Hoseok as a person completely unaffected by the public’s eye, you’re less than willing to review last night’s moment of intimacy in front of the other boys.

One of the boys clears his throat to break the silence, and everyone turns to stare at him wide-eyed. Chestnut hair and tan skin, you manage to recall him as one of the main albeit in need of Hoseok’s guidance members, Namjoon. He reaches his hand out to firmly shake yours before gesturing for you to take a seat next to him on the wooden bench, “I don't think I've ever introduced myself yet. I'm Namjoon. I've heard a lot about you… Y/N?”

“Yeah, Y/N. That's the name,” you grin and seat yourself next to Namjoon. “It's nice I'm finally meeting the oh-so-popular dance group of our school.”

The boys chuckle at your remark when the rather fair skinned, blond and petite albeit carrying a mien years more mature than boys his age leans forward next to Namjoon to give you a pressed smile and a small wave, “the name's Yoongi.”

“And I'm Jin,” the boy across from you and next to Taehyung and Jungkook waves both jointy hands at you before digging his chopsticks into the shared pot and chiming, “now let's eat already. I'm starving here!”

The rest of breakfast passes by smoothly as you and the boys laugh over small talk and gather your things to head over to the first practice session of the day. While Taehyung and Jungkook went to find Jimin, you stayed behind with Namjoon, Jin, and Yoongi. Although they’re not as energetic and bubbly as the other three, you soon find your new friends to be just as dorky as they goof off and even tease Hoseok as he leads the practice through stretches and choreograph; but even through all the teasing and giggling, Hoseok never seems to lose his cool over something which happened all too much back in his days as the captain, for he simply rolls his eyes and directs his attention elsewhere.

Everything passes by smoothly, or at least you think, because shortly after laughing at Jin’s less than sufficient, duck-with-a-broken-leg looking spin, you become determined to show him how it’s properly done before placing one leg over the other and somehow managing to trip over your own feet in midspin. It all happens too fast for you to register, but what you do recall is your right foot twisting at the weirdest of angles, sending a crack echoing in your vicinity and a spike of pain traveling from your feet up as your body tumbles to the floor. You’re grasping at your ankle and hissing at the wincing pain still numbed by adrenalin when you look up from the ground to suddenly find Hoseok right next to you after having dropped all things and rushed to your side, scanning you up and down in worry while the rest of the boys peer over at you from behind Hoseok in sympathy.

And the next thing you know, you find yourself hoisted into the air as Hoseok carries you in his firm arms out of the dance room. The spur of the moment prohibits you from protesting, for all you can do is lie there and peer up at Hoseok in complete awe. You don’t know if it’s the return of the glimmer in his eyes when times of crisis lures out the former captain in him, but the stern, serious and worried expression of his furrowed brows and pressed lips enables you to put your full trust in him. The Hoseok you’re looking at now is more capable than you’ve ever seen him before; war scars, adversities, sympathy and empathy, he’s gone through it all.

The fact that he doesn’t even notice you ogling your eyes at him, or at least the fact that he chooses not to comment on it, only further supports your observation as he carefully lays you on the floor of the empty hall right outside the practice room where a vending machine remains buzzing throughout the silence.

“So,” Hoseok finally says, your eyes widening and darting up to stare at him as his own line of sight remains on the first aid kit and your swelling ankle. “Mind explaining to me how this happened?”

“I… um…” you mumble; something about his new mien akin to a stern captain tells you to be cautious of how you answer. “I accidentally tripped—”

“—tell me the truth,” Hoseok deadpans, glimpsing up from your injury to lock eyes with you and you swear your heart had never panicked more.

Clearing your throat, you bashfully look down at the ground in shame, “okay, fine. I was playing around with Jin and lost my focus, which caused me to trip midspin.”

A few seconds of silence pass, and it feels like an hour of intense pondering over endless penalties or scolding are running through his unamused eyes before he finally sighs and his body language along with his aura softens, “really? You tripped because of that? How clumsy can you be? I used to encourage everyone to dance if they wanted to, but maybe it’s safer if I don’t do the same with you. You really aren’t cut out to be a dancer.”

“...well, sorry I’m not as good as you,” you mumble and pout when you recall the contradiction between what he’s saying to you now and what he had to said to you a year ago.

Another moment of silence passes, and whether it’s from exhaustion having practiced for an hour and a half or from this entire stressful situation playing out right before you, you can feel beads of sweat trickling down your temple.

“No,” Hoseok finally utters as he wraps a roll of cloth tape bandage over your throbbing ankle. He follows his statement without looking up at you, “I should be the one apologizing. I’m sorry about last night. Whether you liked it or not, I shouldn’t have forced myself on you. I don’t really have the explanation you deserve, so an apology is all I can give right now.”

His words freeze you in place. You don’t think you’ve ever heard him as genuine and serious as he is now, at least not since the tense moment you two had shared in his car after your first date with him. You don’t what to say, because it’s not like you’re mad at him. You’re completely worried over his mental well-being, and the grim look on his face only worries you more.

“It’s okay. I understand and I forgive you,” you meekly say, and you can hear a soft sigh of relief escape his slightly curved lips.

He continues wrapping your leg until your ankle is fixed into the right position and the bandage prohibits you from moving it for as long as it’s on while you intently gaze at him out of your subconscious. Sweat thinning his bangs and dripping from its ends, his chest rises steadily with each intake of breath as his eyes and focus completely fixates on your injury. It takes you a while to notice and admit, but your foot isn’t the only thing swelling, for your heart swelters and grows tender at the sight of him.

Unlike the bad boy demeanor of Hoseok you had come to know, there’s something so attractive about a boy who’s ambitious enough to reach for the skies, tough on the outside but soft to the weak, and stubborn but willing to own up to his mistakes. This isn’t the dance captain you had fallen for in the dance studio last year. This is a mix of all the unknowns and wonders of the universe, the sun and the moon collided into one.

Why does he have such an effect on you?

Why are you so weak to someone as confusing as him?

Why can’t you convince yourself that the only persona of his you’ll ever like is the one you had fallen for back then?

It’s as if the mystical moment when the sun reached its zenith high in the sky and its rays showered upon you and him in the midst of the night fallen dance room refuses to leave the back of your mind?

“You know,” Hoseok lowly states, finally trailing his eyes up to find your own wide ones before cracking a smug grin, “I can take you out to dinner as an apology, if you’d like.”

You scoff, jaw slacking wide open, “uh, no thanks. I wouldn’t have been so careless and gotten myself injured if I knew this was the comforting I was going to receive.”

“The ‘if you’d like’ part isn’t a question. It’s mandatory,” Hoseok chuckles before the stern look on his face returns along with the lopsided, pressed smile. “But as much as it pains me to hear that, I’m glad to hear you won’t be so reckless anymore.”

The deafening silence filled with the buzz of the vending machine behind him pushes you to finally address the thought that had kept you up late into the night. “Hoseok,” you utter, and maybe it’s the tone of pity or concern he spots in your voice, but his head and his eyes remain lowered to the ground. “Is something bothering you? Are you okay? Yesterday… you didn’t seem… right.”

Hoseok then settles into stillness, even his fingers stop in the midst of tying a knot in the bandages; but after a couple of more dreadful seconds, he resumes the work at hand without looking up at you. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he mutters before tying the knot and lightly patting your foot to signal the completion of your treatment. He glances up at you and gives you a small smile, “Be more careful next time, okay? For the sake of my poor heart, please stop being so clumsy.”

You snort and lean back with hands planted flat on the ground behind you, “I only sprained my ankle. You’re acting like I broke my leg or something.”

“You might’ve just sprained your ankle this time, but that’s because you lucked out,” he shakes his head. Then, his eyes flicker to gaze straight into yours, as if speaking from the heart, “injuries can be detrimental to dancers, and I know I said you’re not cut out to be a dancer, but if you really want to dance or even remain in this world with me, then please be more careful. Alright?”

“...okay, but be in the same ‘world with you?’ Please, don’t flatter yourself,” you refute, and he chuckles. “Plus, I’m not a dancer.”

Hoseko sits back with his hands spread out on either side of him, planted on the hardwood floor. He cocks his head to the side along with a brow, “who says?”

“You.”

“I was just messing around with you as always. You know that I don’t mean it.”

“But I bet you really meant it. Most of the newcomers aren’t even half as good as you,” you remark. Seeing how swell the mood had become, you decide to test the waters. “In fact, you’re probably thinking I’m just another one of those silly girls who always watched you in dance practice and is hoping for you to make a return.”

Hoseok raises a brow and chuckles with minimum effort, “I never said that.”

“But dancers are…” you struggle to find the right phrase, “dancers are like… you.”

Silence ensues as he watches you with a void hole in his eyes and an amused smile dancing in the corner of his lips.

“Hm…” he hums and lolls his head back and around the other side of his neck. “How so?”

His question catches you off guard, because while the Hoseok you had gotten to know would have gotten irritated and brushed off your question, this Hoseok seems intrigued by your constant pestering.

What should you do? Should you really tell him how you felt? About how you were one of those silly girls who watched him during dance practice? About how you had fallen head over heels in love with the old him?

This is all or nothing; and while something in your gut tells you not to, the irrational part of you follows the spur of the moment and decides to embark on a final mission to retrieve the sun that had long fallen and given rise to the dark night.

“I don’t know… I don’t know how to explain it, but it’s… it’s something about the way you dance. When you dance,” your brows knit as you struggle with your words, but Hoseok remains still as he patiently waits for you to finish your thought, “it’s like the entire room lights up in your presence. Even at night with the shades closed, you manage to somehow brighten the room, as if… as if you’re the embodiment of the sun itself.”

Hoseok maintains his silence, so you continue to fill up the awkward aftermath of your confession.

“You probably don’t get what I’m saying, but it just amazes me what you can do with your dance,” the more you speak, the more you can envision the enlightening moment you had first taken a peek through the cracks of the dance room’s door, “when people watch you dance it’s like the sun revolves around you and time slows, manipulated even, because you’ve suddenly become the center of the universe.”

Getting ahead of yourself, you decide to shut your mouth where you had stopped and fold your hands uncomfortably in your lap as you sheepishly stare the ground; you can feel the piercing gaze of his boring a hole into the top of your head.

“You’re right, you’re not a dancer; you’re a God damn poet,” Hoseok snorts, averting his eyes as he chortles at your splurge of awe-inspiring words before returning to lock his eyes with yours, a mix of amusement and lack of amusement, maybe even irritation, filling the dark orbs of his irises. “You know, you sound awfully like one of those girls who’d always watch me at practice back in the days… sometimes makes me wonder who you really are what your purpose is. Tell me, why are you trying to get me to dance again?”

With the tick of the clock’s hand, the entire world turns upside down. The soft, empathetic Hoseok had dissipated and the curious yet mysterious bad boy had returned. Even with warm, yellow lights illuminating the hallways, all you can see is pitch black and all you can feel is the wrath of the cold at being caught red handed.

Does he know? Or is he merely speculating? You had completely forgotten his previous more than suspicious speculations regarding your identity, but now all of it has resurfaced once again.

“...what?” you barely manage to utter.

And out of the blue, your world reverts to its normal state like the flick of a lightbulb. The warmth of his pressed smile and the shake of his head brings you back into relief, but your panicking heart never fails to initiate the flight-or-fight response in your veins.

“Nothing,” Hoseok laughs and pats your ankle once again before standing up. “There, all wrapped up and good to go. I’ve got errands to run. I’ll see you later, then.”

The extended conversation proves to be rather taxing when you stumble over your own foot the second you get up. Figuring your wrapped ankle and lightheaded state would only hinder you further, you decide to skip the rest of practice and retreat back to your room.

Complete darkness envelops you into a dazed state of mind as you awaken from what you discover to be a lengthy nap. Your entire room is pitch black, your head throbs along with your ankle, and you can barely weave your way through your room without stubbing a toe on a furniture hidden in the dark. Your eyes peep open, dry and heavy as if weights were suspended on the edges of your lids, and you clear your throat in a futile attempt to rid the sore scratches of its walls. Unfortunately for you, water isn’t one of the many things you had packed on this trip, so you grab your wallet and keys and stumble your way down to the vending machine.

With each step deeper into the dark halls illuminated by the moonlight pouring into the windows which lines the wooden walls, your consciousness becomes clearer and clearer and your senses begin to pick up things that had only been registered as blurs; the patters of your footsteps, the chirps of the crickets high in the mountains, the buzz of the vending machine, and the distant groans echoing from down the hall…

...the groans and hisses of pain which shouldn’t have even resonated in the halls hours past midnight.

Whether it be a member of the club breaking the rules, an employee of the motel, or maybe even an outsider intruding upon private property, your pulse races at the thought of someone within the vicinity of you. Crouching low, you cautiously and ever-so-slowly tiptoe as much as your injured foot could muster towards the dance room where the noises are coming from.

A few squeaks of sneakers inciting friction between itself and the polished, wooden floor are followed by ample panting and heaving before one last loud squeak and a pitiful yelp which tugs at your heartstrings—collapse.

The sympathetic side of you kicks you into action, and just as you’re about to go running into the room at full speed to aid the person in need, the sight which lies ahead keeps you locked behind the doorway—eerily similar to the past you, peering into the dance room and fearing confrontation…

...except this time, there’s nothing so enchanting about what lies before you.

Something in your stomach falls, pain gnawing away at your gut as if to tell you you should have known. Fallen, head low, chest heaving and lips grunting. Pitiful, vulnerable, helpless, turned against the wrath of the entire world. No one can understand him. No one can feel the mental and physical pain he’s experiencing right now.

The moonlight floods through the windows and showers the sun rays which contaminate him of the looming past until all that remains are the shadows of the facade of the old him he had tried to put up for the sake of you throughout camp. Alas, the full moon reaches its zenith tonight and there’s something about its blinding presence which tells you it’ll be a while before you see the sun.

Teeth gritted and jaws clenched, he crawls his body back against the mirror walls and curls into a state of vulnerability you had never seen before in the tough Hoseok you knew and had reluctantly fallen for; but the thing is, this isn’t that Hoseok. The boy brings one of his legs into his chest and his hands grab helplessly at his lower swelling leg, groaning in pain.

The only reason he isn’t dancing anymore is simpler than you would’ve ever thought. It can’t be the complete story, for the only thing you could see outside of his flooded, frantic mind is the sudden revelation that the only reason he isn’t dancing anymore is because he can’t; however, what lies underneath is of utmost complexity akin to the origin of the sun, the moon, and the universe itself.

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storiesofthesahabah · 4 years ago

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Not sure how to answer? Maybe you’re a little confused as which rights are meant here or just that we don’t really give or are keen on fulfilling the rights of others upon us? My dear sister in Islam, this is an open letter for you and a genuine reminder for the brothers. Today, I chose this story to share to address an issue we often neglect or are not so keen about it. For example, a lot of brothers are keen to marry a second wife - don’t get me wrong - there’s nothing wrong with that as Allah has made it permissible while also some sisters are in a rush to marry someone to the extend that they would agree with certain conditions that would eventually lead such marriage into a failure. _____ Have you heard of the lady who refused the marriage proposal of the Prophet Muhammad ﷺ? Quite fascinating, right? - as who wouldn’t want to marry the Prophet Muhammad ﷺ during his time? What do you think would stop such woman from marrying the best of all creations? Curious to know, then read on. _____ There was a lady named Fakhitah or more knowingly as “Umm Hani”, she was the daughter of Abu Talib Ibn Abdul Muttalib and Fatimah bint Asad Al Hashimiyah - the uncle of the Prophet Muhammad ﷺ and was the full sister or biological sister of Ali Radiyallahu Anhu.

Umm Hani Radiyallahu Anha was known for her intelligence, beauty and jealousy. She was married to Hubayrah Ibn ‘Amr from Banu Makhzum. She was younger than the Prophet Muhammad ﷺ and embraced Islam at the time of the conquest of Makkah.

During the conquest of Makkah, Hubayrah - her husband - fled to Najran and later on died there. With this, Ali RA finally made his moved and spoke to the Prophet Muhammad ﷺ about marrying Umm Hani. He ﷺ took the advice of Ali RA and went to propose to Umm Hani.

Umm Hani replied:

“Verily, you are dearer to me than my own self but the rights you are due are great and I now have orphan children. I fear that if I am busy trying to fulfill your rights that might harm my children’s rights and if I am busy tending to their rights that might harm your rights.”

With this response of Umm Hani, the Prophet Muhammad ﷺ became amazed and happy that he further praised the women of the Quraysh by saying, “The women of Quraysh are the best amongst the womenfolk, they show affection to their children and zealously guard the wealth of their husbands.”

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Subhan’Allah, look at how the people before us honored the rights of people upon them and look at how we neglect such rights these days. Astagfirullah. Take a moment to ponder about the character of Umm Hani - nothing prevented her from marrying the Prophet Muhammad ﷺ other than her fear of not being able or being unfair in fulfilling the rights of a spouse and her children.

My dear brothers and sisters in Islam , let me ask you - have you taken in consideration such things when thinking about marriage?

To my brother in Islam who intends to remarry or marry, have you thought of the importance of fulfilling the rights of your soon to be bride or are you one of those who just wants to do it and get over the nikkah already? How about your kids, if you have any, have you thought about their rights?

To my dear sister in Islam who intends to be married, either to a single brother or to someone who already has commitment, have you thought of such? If you are someone with kids already, have you thought many times about their rights upon you before considering the thought of marriage again?

Indeed, these days temptations are everywhere and are threatening marriages here and there. However, I ask you, do not treat marriage as a game or is something that you would eat and if you didn’t like the taste you will easily spit out.

Marriage has been made very easy in Islam but we should not take advantage of it by deceiving others by guaranteeing or making false promises just so we get the approval of the other side. This wonderful act of bringing two souls together comes with big responsibilities, always remember that.

I know a lot of us think that marriage would save us from a lot of fitnah - that is true - but this is not the end of the line my dear brothers and sisters in Islam - we are not merely created to marry someone rather we are created to worship Allah. There are people who live happily without spouses because they have Allah in their lives while there are many married couples who live a life full of hardships and trials because they make Allah their last resort or that they have forgotten Allah after Allah has caused them to be together in this dunya. Which one would you like to be? Is it not best if we are amongst those who found love in this world that have created a stronger connection with Allah? Choice is yours. ______ And we pray that we become amongst the likes of Umm Hani when it comes to fulfilling the rights of people around us and make us realize that Allah is our best resort and not the last. Amin Umm Umar Khaled ______

Story was taken from

[1] Sahih Al Bukhari 3434 [2] Sahih Muslim 2527

#ummhani #fakhitahra #goldenstories #proposal #marriage

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ayuuria · 4 years ago

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Yashahime Translation: Animedia April 2021 Issue

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Don’t Miss the Seriously Insane Decisive Battle Card!

After accumulating numerous dramatic incidents, “the time of the decisive battle” is finally arriving for a number of this term’s noteworthy animes. What sort of developments will they show… the seriously insane moment is near!

What Does Sesshōmaru (biological father) Think of the Yashahimes (daughters) As They Head Towards the Decisive Battle While Baring the (binding) Spell on Their blood?

“Hanyō no Yashahime” is nearing its climax and the insane truths like the details on how the three Yashahimes were separated from their parents have been revealed. During Towa, Setsuna, and Moroha’s first confrontation with Kirinmaru, Sesshōmaru appeared but contrary to the “emotional father-daughter reunion” we were expecting, Sesshōmaru left without saying a word. It appears Sesshōmaru is concerned about the twins’ mother, Rin, who is currently sleeping within the Tree of Ages. What he is trying to do and what he thinks of his daughters continues to be a mystery. On the other hand, Kirinmaru’s elder sister, Zero, is steadily reaching out her evil hand towards the Yashahimes. As half-demons and a quarter-demon (respectively), can Towa, Setsuna, and Moroha awaken their true strength in order to attack that evil hand… …?!

Character Bios

Higurashi Towa Sesshōmaru’s daughter and Setsuna’s older twin sister. She loses her demonic powers on the night of the new moon and her hair turns black. She treasures Setsuna and is slowly regaining their sisterly bond.

Setsuna Towa’s younger twin sister. Having had her sleep stolen by the Dream Butterfly, she is unable to sleep. She possesses strong demonic powers, but they are sealed by Monk Miroku.

Moroha The daughter of Inuyasha, a half-demon, and Kagome, a human. Having been separated from her parents, she was raised by the wolf demon tribe. When rouge is applied to her lips, her demonic power awakens, causing her to transform into “Beniyasha, the Destroyer of Lands” and go on a rampage.

Sesshōmaru Towa and Setsuna’s father. He protected his daughters immediately after their birth as Zero aimed for their lives, but he currently does not try to get involved with the two. His true motive behind that has yet to be revealed.

VS the People Who See It Through, Interview with Komatsu Mikako (Role of Setsuna)

“Please look forward to the climax that will be beyond imagination!”

— Looking back at the broadcasting up until now, which episode made you think “That was insane!”

Episode 14 where the truth behind the forest fire and Towa and Setsuna getting separated was revealed. I mean Homura’s (the one who caused the fire) intense love for Tamano was amazing. It was warped but his deep, strong love was incredible. On top of that, the shocking development of Zero being the mastermind behind Homaru and Sesshōmaru being present really made that episode “insane” in more ways than one.

— While there is curiosity about Sesshōmaru’s relationship with Zero and his motives, how do you yourself see him Komatsu-san?

Sesshōmaru doesn’t say much and his actions are hard to understand but I think he’s a character who always proceeds in his own logical way. As such, I think the current Sesshōmaru moves not because of the simple principle that “Love for a human has sprouted” but rather it is the result of him looking deeply at himself from different angles such as the curiosity at his own change of heart and/or looking at the general drift of affairs from the standpoint of demon. Also, I have a feeling that he has this belief that “He will protect and treasure things that are within his reach” so I feel real at ease about that. From Setsuna’s standpoint, I want to look forward to how he will show that through his actions from here on.

— The climax is right before our eyes, but could you give us hints as to what sort of future developments will unfold?

A development that is like “I didn’t imagine this kind of finale…!” awaits. Personally, I have a feeling that the “Test of Courage and Cowardice” that Sesshōmaru spoke of will become a keyword going forward. What did Sesshōmaru entrust to Towa and Setsuna and how did he feel? From here on is our critical moment. There is still the matter of the Dream Butterfly with Setsuna and many mysteries remain. I hope that one day, (the twins) can confront Sesshōmaru as father and daughter and that the things that they desire and have been entrusted with tie together. Please look forward to it!

The Yashahime’s Trump Card is the “Bond” They’ve Cultivated Amongst the Three of Them

Setsuna & Towa

Although Setsuna has not fully regained the memories of her past, while moving alongside Towa, she has started to acknowledge her as an older sister.

“At the beginning Setsuna didn’t really know Towa so she followed her movements out of the corner of her eye. But at some point, she started looking straight at her. However, she’s too embarrassed to show that change. Thus, I also control my emotions when I act” (Komatsu)

Gradually opening her heart ♪

Moroha & Setsuna

While battling demons, Setsuna and Moroha show that they’re a superb combination because they trust each other’s strength.

“I would say she’s not as worried about Moroha like she is with Towa. (laughs) She has a sort of peace of mind like ‘She’ll probably be fine’ and I think Moroha has become a comrade she can entrust her back to while fighting. Also, Moroha has a persistent “let’s get along!” type of personality so there’s a part of Setsuna that has been saved by that.” (Komatsu)

We asked Komatsu-san! Oh snap oh snap! Grand Prix

Characters with Insane Mysteries Best 3

1. Sesshōmaru

Sesshomaru’s level of mysteriousness stands out and I have a feeling he is continuing to evolve. However, after recording all the way to the final episode, I feel like the times where his intentions come through in a more straightforward way is increasing.

2. Riku

He’s a character whose investigations about him progress somehow so Riku’s level of mysteriousness is high. His human like sense and his birthplace are things I’m curious about.

3. Jyuubee

I don’t think Jyuubee of the corpse shop is a villain, but he seems to know things through his connection with Riku and he might surprisingly have an ulterior motive…? Although he could just be a regular middle-aged man (laughs)

We Asked Komatsu-san! The Enemy Prize

Who’s the number 1 enemy character you’re curious about?

Riku

“He calls Zero “elder sister” but we still don’t know what his connection to her is and Riku himself mutters things that have a profound hidden meaning so I feel like he has some kind of painful circumstance. Riku is the number 1 enemy (?) I wonder about.” Komatsu.

Cannot Overlook These Enemies

Those who are too dangerous

Kirinmaru A beast king on par with the Dog General (Sesshōmaru’s father). Having once received a prophecy from the Shikon Jewel that he “Would be destroyed by an existence that is neither human nor demon”, he is cautious of the 3 Yashahimes.

Zero Kirinmaru’s older sister. Due to her ties with the Dog General, she despises humans and half-demons. She is the mastermind behind the forest fire that separated Towa and Setsuna.

Oh Snap! The Yashahimes or Kirinmaru… Whose side is Sesshōmaru on?

When he sealed Inuyasha in the black pearl, Sesshōmaru behaved as though he was Kirinmaru’s ally. How he will deal with Zero who is after his daughters; pay attention to Sesshōmaru’s actions in the last 2 episodes!

Illustration Description

Towa and Setsuna prepare themselves while having complicated feelings towards Sesshōmaru. Moroha also faces the decisive battle with her characteristic cheerfulness.

#yashahime #hanyou no yashahime #yashahime: princess half-demon #translation

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falsegoodnight · 4 years ago

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this is part two of my december fic rec! this list encompasses the fics i’ve read from the 18th to the 28th!! it’s also my birthday today which makes it even more special! i can think of no better way to spend today than spreading positivity! :)

you can find part one of this month here

✰ there’s happiness because of you by @hadestyles | NR | 1k - (so soft, tender, and beautiful!! rori’s writing amazes me always! and this was written for my birthday because they’re an angel <3)

Thursday mornings have always been their favourite.

✰ and it gets colder and colder by @hadestyles | E | 2K - (another rori fic!! once again, beautiful prose! made me feel emotional!)

Harry wants to take care of Louis. Things take a turn.

✰ make my wish come true by @soldouthaz | M | 3k - (drabble from this series) (so cute, lovely, soft, amazing!!! made my heart so happy! this is also dedicated to me which :’) sarah angel chant)

The taste of Christmas cookies fresh out of the oven and peppermint hot chocolate is still heavy on his tongue. Harry’s sweater provides some warmth and it still smells of him from before he left for his internship two weeks ago, but it’s nowhere near the feeling of his arms wrapped around him. Louis shivers despite the blankets.

✰ spirit meets the bones by @hadestyles | E | 3k - (i had to edit to add this because rori wrote another beautiful little fic for me :’) beautiful prose, beautiful emotions, so so so beautiful, gosh. pure poetry!)

The action shouldn’t fill his eyes with tears but it does. These small gestures mean the world to him. A steady reminder that Harry does notice all the tiny, seemingly insignificant details that make Louis him.

✰ 29 Blows by @quelquesetoiles | E | 4k - (super hot but also so cute!! love the concept of the birthday tradition in this one!!!)

For over a decade now, Harry has had his little tradition. It wouldn't be a Louis Tomlinson birthday without his best friend finding new, ingenious ways to make his life more difficult.

It's cute, it's funny, it's theirs, until Harry takes it a step too far on Louis' 29th birthday.

✰ calm me down (before i sleep) by @erodiansunflower | E | 7k - (a pwp and super hot, but also super cute??)

Prompt 24: Harry is a sex shop owner that has a crush on Louis, the shy customer who flirts with him while buying cute buttplugs, lace panties, and collars. One day, Louis asked Harry to help him put on a corset (they end up fucking in the dressing room). Things escalate quickly from there, so they start seeing each other seriously while trying other sex stuff.

✰ You’re Never Alone With a Moon This Bright by @helloamhere | T | 8k - (part one of this series) (WOW this was incredible and i am ENTRANCED! this author is an all-time favorite and idk why it took me so long to get to this series but i’m here now!! and loving it!!)

Louis was a monster. But sometimes, even monsters get a Christmas.

✰ Be a Good Girl For Me by @sincetheywere16and18 | E | 9k - (really hot and cute!!!)

Based on this prompt: “AU where Harry is Louis’ older brother’s best friend. He catches Louis dancing around his room in panties and blackmails him, saying that louis has to do anything he says or else he’ll tell Louis’ family that he wears girly underwear. Secretly soft for him, Harry gives him easy tasks and uses the whole thing to spend more time with Louis. Eventually, the orders begin to escalate and Harry teases Lou about his secret, making Louis shy and embarrassed. Louis loves the attention though, and forms a crush on his brother’s best friend. Lots of feminization, secret relationship, and enemies to lovers. Thank you!”

✰ it’s hard to fight naked by @loustarlight | E | 11k - (LOVED this so much!!! a big fan of enemies/flatmates to lovers especially when there’s a walk-in involved!!)

Louis leaves dirty socks on the couch, Zayn does assignments while he's high, and Harry is hopelessly crushing on his roommate.

✰ Sweet Scary Creatures by @specklelouis | M | 13k - (jurassic park au!! so cute and fun!!! loved louis’ character growth in this in particular!)

They stare into each other's eyes for a while until Louis remembers this is too intimate and looks at Harry’s hands on his thigh. It spans a big portion of his thigh and Louis has always been insecure about how thick he is, so he loves that Harry has huge, dustbin hands that hold him and makes him feel smaller, safer.

✰ hereafter (ad infinitum) by @larryent | M | 13k - (this was absolutely beautiful!! the writing was incredible, the contrast between the old timeline and new one impeccable, and the letters!!! love them!! and vampire harry is always a win!)

"A legacy is every life you’ve touched. And you’ve touched mine twice."

On the coast of San Francisco in 2024 is when Harry falls in love all over again.

✰ Believe Me When I Say You Have It All by @helloamhere | T | 20k - (part two of this series) (loved this even more than it’s predecessor. not to be dramatic, but i’d die for the louis and harry in this series. this whole world has my heart)

Harry had never faced anything in this forest that had actually succeeded in scaring him. Louis was no exception.

✰ Yours to Lose by @loulicate-recs | M | 26k - (so cute and soft and sweet!!! louis and harry were both angels and IAN <3 little cutie!!! so proud of you hanis!)

Louis always gets distracted with his mummy duty and he eventually catches Harry's attention.

✰ But It’s Useless by @thinlinez | E | 26k - (this put such a big smile on my face!! so cute and lovely!! louis was a relatable and adorable menace and harry was a smitten idiot but they both got there in the end!!)

Omega Louis would never guess that he would be trying to hack into Alpha Harry's Wifi. That is until everything changes when he tries to get to know his enemy.

✰ Stuck On You by Writewhatiwant | E | 34k - (so so sweet! loved the aspect of stickers in this fic and how louis found joy in them!! really loved how both louis and harry (especially harry) grew throughout this story and how they found peace at the end!)

Louis’ life revolves around his stickers. Harry’s life revolves around his job. The universe has decided their worlds should revolve around each other.

✰ smoke between your teeth by @soldouthaz | E | 37k - (i think everyone knows how much i adore sarah and her fics but this one just might be a new favorite! loved all the psych stuff, the pining, the rom-com worthy confession <3 brilliant!)

Louis tries to stop his addiction to cigarettes and discovers he's been addicted to Harry for much, much longer.

✰ Your Life Worth Walking on a Bright Morning by @helloamhere | T | 38k - (part three of this series) (it just keeps getting better and better <3 so comforting and consistent and beautiful!)

For all its complexity, Louis sometimes reminded himself, life could always be simplified into a series of forks in the road. Even overwhelmingly big things were survivable when you broke them down to their choice. One path or the other, left or right.

✰ On The Edge by @zanniscaramouche | E | 47k - (so crazy good!! zanni is always amazing me!! loved the ice skating, the hockey, the misunderstandings, the multi-faced and beautiful characters and relationships - all so perfect!)

Figure skating is as vital to Louis’ identity as his DNA, so when his skates go missing right before the last Olympics of his career there may be a meltdown only vanilla bath salts can fix. Well, that and the stupidly charming hockey player he met on the plane.

Harry’s too old to be the wonder kid and too young to be taken seriously in the NHL. As an alternate thrown in at the last second, he fights to prove himself on the national team at the largest sporting event known to man. Or he will, once he gets off this flight and can focus on something other than the fussy figure skater and his stunningly blue eyes.

A baggage mix-up skews both of their perfectly laid plans for gold, forcing the two to work together as the clock clicks towards the minute they’re expected to shine on centre ice.

✰ made for lovin’ you by @cuddlerlouis | E | 53k - (loved this so much!! touch depri/accidental bonds are my favorite and this was no exception!!! the characterizations, the tension, the misunderstandings, the tenderness, the fluff!!! so good!)

A quick, horny decision ruins Louis’ summer plans, but may also lead to unexpected discoveries. Featuring the road trip of dreams, misunderstandings, and a bit of fate.

✰ social cues by @outropeace | E | 56k - (so fucking good!! the slow burn in this was impeccable!!! pair it with friends with benefits, mutual pining, angst, misunderstandings... amazing <3)

To Harry, Louis was becoming as tangible and essential as music in his life. He still was a mystery but at the same time, he was one of the most real things Harry had. He just hoped he could live up to the image Louis probably had in his mind of him.

He could play the part, after all, what was published of him wasn’t as detached from reality. He didn’t think of himself as a rockstar cliche, although he couldn't deny he did sleep around, partied a lot, and did some drugs. But then again, wasn’t that what the majority of his friends back in his hometown were doing at college?

Harry wanted to impress Louis, he didn’t want to disappoint or leave his expectations unfulfilled, so he’d give him the full rockstar experience.

It was a very simple plan, what could possibly go wrong?

✰ dripping like spider milk by @raspberryoatss | E | 64k - (pip amazing me with her talent? a common occurrence. this was so wonderfully written and so well done!! loved the characterizations, the dynamic, the angst, the miscommunication, the pining, the HUMOR!!! it was all so amazing!!)

When he sees the alpha, his brown hair curling around the top of his neck and his broad back that’s filled out over the past couple of years, Louis freezes for a moment. The alpha turns around, Louis’ surprised expression mirrored on his own for a fraction of a second before he schools it into a big, yet shy grin and a wave of his huge hand. With his nostrils flared, Louis knows that he can smell him, too.

They never hired alphas, except for—

“Harry.”

✰ a taste of freedom and sweetened passion by @tomlinvelvetfics | M | 74k - (okay technically haven’t finished reading this one yet but i want to get this up early and i already know this is amazing because it’s LATE and she’s incredible!!! and, i mean, anne of green gables?? abo?? best birthday gift ever!! will be spending the day reading this in bliss <3)

“Are you mad?” he explodes, throwing his hands up, groaning. “I was so, so close to reaching my goal, and your stupid, stalking ass had to creep up on me, hm?”

Harry is trying to keep his laughter in, walking closer to him, eyes soft. He doesn’t like the way those eyes make him feel, an odd, dangerous mix of nervous and flustered, so he bends down to pick up the books, raising an eyebrow when Harry growls in protest.

“I wanted to pick them up for you,” the alpha pouts, and Louis glares at him, getting into position and lowering the pile of yellowed pages over the top of his head.

“I’m a functional human being, thank you very much,” he grits out as he begins to walk and mentally count the amount of steps he takes. One, two, three, for heaven’s sake Harry fuck off!, four, five. He doesn’t let himself be distracted as the alpha walks along with him despite the slow pace, green eyes focused on him in a way that would, in any other cases, compelled him to throw a book in the alpha’s face.

He doesn’t know why he doesn’t do it and certainly doesn’t want to think about the reason, whatever it might be.

If you read any of these lovely fics, remember to leave kudos and comment to show your appreciation!

*if i made any errors, please let me know :)

enjoy!

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ABOUT ME

Hachi ✨ 20 ✨ She/Her ✨ 🇵🇭 ✨ INFJ 6w5

Hello, I’m Hachi! I'm a full-time freelance illustrator on Fiverr, and I hopefully plan to branch out in other artistic areas in my life! Expect me to dump all of my artistic interests over here : #hachichiart

I also have a children’s picture e-book that I self-published on Amazon. I made it as a requirement for my high school thesis, so while the art there is definitely a representation of my past, I still stand by the message I was trying to send. I hope to eventually branch out this series in a form of a webcomic of sorts, for people who can’t afford to purchase my e-book for financial reasons. These characters are extremely dear to me, and I can’t wait to expound on them when I have the time lmao. Here’s a tag regarding the series: #behindtheartistichand

Some note-worthy things to mention, this blog is generally 15+, but I do make sure to tag any NSFW content and general triggers out there. I often post and retweet adult animation, so I’d say tread carefully if you’re a minor. I’m also critical with the media I consume, but most of the time, I like to talk about why I like something rather than why I hate it. I just find it more fun to expound on the positives of my favorite things. I also don’t take everything seriously.

Please let me know privately if I did or say anything wrong. Sometimes I say things without meaning to, and I’m not the brightest crayon in the box, so constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. If you take offense with anything I posted, just send a polite DM and explain why it offended you so I can be educated regarding the subject. I’m also available for any questions, DMs and a genuine chit-chat.

MAIN INTERESTS

1. Character-Driven Storytelling

2. Adult Cartoons

3. CGDCT / Slice-of-Life Shows

4. Pastel Goth / Creepy Cute Fashion

5. Coming-of-Age Stories

6. Magical Girls

7. Psychological Horror

8. Well-Written Children’s Media

9. RPG Maker Horror Games

10. Video Essays & Film Studies

11. Speed Metal / Vaporwave / Shibuya-Kei

12. K-POP / J-POP Girl Groups (Serotonin Babey!)

13. 4LT (MBTI), Typology, Cognitive Functions

14. All Types of Artistic Endeavors (OCs, FanArt, Comics, Film, Music, Fanfiction, etc.)

TOP 5 ANIME SERIES (IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER)

1. K-ON!!

2. Hunter x Hunter

3. Neon Genesis Evangelion

4. Ojamajo Doremi

5. Ouran Highschool Host Club.

TOP 5 CARTOON SERIES (IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER)

1. South Park

2. Bojack Horseman

3. Moral Orel

4. Ed, Edd n Eddy

5. Infinity Train

FAVORITE MOVIES

1. Interstellar (Favorite Sci-Fi Movie of All Time)

2. Nacho Libre (Favorite Guilty Pleasure Movie)

3. Johnny Got His Gun (Scariest movie of all time due to the sheer existential dread)

4. Studio Ghibli Films (Particularly Ponyo, My Neighbor Totoro & Grave of the Fireflies)

5. Perfect Blue (Favorite Anime Movie)

6. One Cut of the Dead (It’s hard to recommend this movie without spoiling it, but it’s an absolute must that you finish it in its entirety before you proceed to make any further judgments)

7. Coraline (I know almost everyone loves Coraline at this point, but it’s genuinely good.)

8. Interview with the Vampire (Favorite Vampire movie of all time that doesn’t seem overdone or cliché. It’s also really gay)

9. Get Out (2017)

10. Us (2019)

11. Up (2009)

12. Toy Story (Movies 1 to 3)

13. Hereditary (2018)

14. The Shining (1980)

15. Audition (1999)

16. Misery (1990)

17. The Green Mile (1999)

18. Shawshank Redemption (1994)

19. Saving Private Ryan (1998)

20. Mommie Dearest (1981)

21. The Others (2001)

22. The Platform (2020)

23. The Lodge (2019)

OTHERS

1. Homestuck (It’s been a good while since I read Homestuck, so my memory of the general storyline is fuzzy. I’ll re-read it once I have the chance)

2. When They Cry (Currently up-to date with the Higurashi anime and watched the live-action movies. Finally started to tackle the sound novels. Have yet to encounter Umineko and Ciconia)

3. Age of Youth (Favorite K-drama of all time.)

4. Squid Game (Battle Royale-type thriller series that tackles capitalism and the illusion of choice and free will? Sign me the fuck up)

5. Majisuka Gakuen (Favorite J-drama of all time. Also, yes, I’m biased because of my love for AKB48.)

6. Flight of the Conchords (Favorite live-action series of all time.)

7. Adult Cartoons (The Boondocks, Camp Camp, Superjail, The Oblongs, Bob’s Burgers, The Simpsons, Aqua Teen Hunger Force, Home Movies, Beavis & Butthead, Daria, Smiling Friends, Aggretsuko)

8. FilmCow (I absolutely love everything they put out. Currently up to date with VuloLives’s broadcasts)

9. The Eric Andre Show (A good friend recommended me this show, and I haven’t stopped since.)

10. Nathan for You (My humor condensed into one show)

11. CGDCT / Slice-of-Life Shows (Sweetness & Lightning, The Amazing World of Gumball, Spongebob Squarepants, Gakkou Gurashi, Lucky Star, Gakuen Utopia Manabi Straight, Koufuku Graffiti, Hidamari Sketch, Pita-Ten, A Little Snow Fairy Sugar, Di Gi Charat, Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid, Yama no Susume, Shirobako, Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei, Saint Young Men, Gunslinger Girl, Kareshi Kanojo no Jijou, Osomatsu-san, Hey Arnold, The Peanuts, Arthur, Hibike! Euphonium, Nichijou, Asobi Asobase, Azumanga Daioh, Codename: Kids Next Door, Chowder)

12. Idol Anime (Love Live! School Idol Project, Aikatsu, Revue Starlight, Full Moon wo Sagashite, Pretty Rhythm, AKB600SEC // Will get into IDOLMASTER eventually)

13. Undertale (Will pick up Earthbound and Omori eventually)

14. RPGMaker Horror Games (Mad Father, Misao, The Witch’s House, Ao Oni, etc. Hoping to get into newer released games!)

15. Fictional Children / Adolescents Getting Trapped in Dangerous Scenarios (Digimon Tamers, Made in Abyss, The Promised Neverland, Alice Academy, Code Lyoko, The World Ends with You, Total Drama Island, Danganronpa)

16. Weird, Experimental or Slightly Disturbing Series (Serial Experiments Lain, Kuchuu Buranko, Invader Zim, Flapjack, Salad Fingers)

17. Shounen Anime (Yu Yu Hakusho, Mob Psycho 100, Dragon Ball Z)

18. Magical Girl Anime (Sailor Moon, Cardcaptor Sakura, Tokyo Mew Mew, Mermaid Melody, Puella Magi Madoka Magica, RWBY, Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt, My Little Pony, Princess Tutu, Powerpuff Girls, My Life As A Teenage Robot, Bee and Puppycat, Star vs. The Forces of Evil, Steven Universe // Will pick up She-Ra & The Owl House Eventually)

19. The Haunting of Hill House / Bly Manor (Don’t let the jump-scares deceive you. It’s a genuinely good character-driven horror series)

20. Sci-Fi Cartoons (Rick & Morty, Solar Opposites, Futurama, Bravest Warriors)

ROLE MODELS / BIASES / OSHIMENS / BEST GIRLS

1. Trey Parker & Matt Stone

2. Gain & Narsha (BROWN EYED GIRLS)

3. Hyuna (SOLOIST)

4. Sooyoung (SNSD)

5. Gyuri (KARA)

6. Hani (EXID)

7. Seulgi & Yeri (RED VELVET)

8. Sana (TWICE)

9. Yves & Olivia Hye (LOONA)

10. Shuhua (G-IDLE)

11. Yena (IZ*ONE)

12. Winter (AESPA)

13. SUZUKA (ATARASHII GAKKOU)

14. Shiroma Miru (NMB48)

15. Yabuki Nako (HKT48)

16. Takahashi Minami (ex-AKB48)

17. Kojima Haruna (ex-AKB48)

18. Shinoda Mariko (ex-AKB48)

19. Sayaka Akimoto (ex-AKB48)

20. Watanabe Mayu (ex-AKB48)

21. Shimazaki Haruka (ex-AKB48)

22. Matsui Jurina (ex-SKE48)

23. Sakura Miko (HOLOLIVE)

24. Natsuiro Matsuri (HOLOLIVE)

25. Oozora Subaru (HOLOLIVE)

26. Inugami Korone (HOLOLIVE)

27. Houshou Marine (HOLOLIVE)

28. Kiryu Coco (ex-HOLOLIVE)

29. Momosuzu Nene (HOLOLIVE)

30. Kureiji Ollie (HOLOLIVE)

31. Takanashi Kiara (HOLOLIVE)

32. VuloLives (INDEPENDENT VTUBER)

CONTACTS

• Instagram: @Hachichimitsu

• Twitter: @Hachichimitsu

• I take art commissions on Fiverr: https://www.fiverr.com/hachichimitsu

• I have a children’s e-book on Amazon. Make sure to download the Amazon Kindle app to be able to read it on your smart device: https://www.amazon.com/Behind-Artistic-Erika-Marie-Vargas-ebook/dp/B08789CW3V

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