#Impurities

[moonfennez]

"Impurities" LE SSERAFIM

[seventhcallisto]

Impurities Masterlist.

yandere! ateez(0t8) x reader.

짙어지는 욕망은 핏빛 (핏빛)

With twigs gathering in your hair and your back scraping against the ground. The person who seems to drag you doesn't mind that your clothing is getting snagged on every branch they pass by. Crochet sweater gathering filth. As you wiggle your toes and gather what strength you have, a whimper emerges from your scratched throat. A new figure seems to understand your pain. A short coo, silencing you. "It's okay love, we're going home."

only you decide to consume the content you read. DARK CONTENT! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Readers' discretion advised.

Synopsis: Coming home from the psych ward is supposed to be rewarding. You're free of white walls, and the same harsh fabric drapped against your skin. Safe from terrible roommates who have on occasion tried to hurt you more than once. Yet, you don't feel safe at home. Not when notes begin appearing. Not when gifts are left at your window. Not when shadows move in your bedroom at night. You could lie to yourself and say it's all in your imagination. But the guys you recently met seem to be intrigued by the amount of things going on in your life.

CW & content: use of y/n. assigned last name. She/her pronouns. Oblivious and somewhat innocent reader- shes also kinda not all there. Yandere! Ateez(ot8) x female! Reader. Polyamory. Dark themes. Yandere themes. Yanderes. Smut. Gore. Violence. Blood play. Defiling/impurity. Humiliation. Mental illnesses. Obsession. Possessiveness. Stockholm syndrome. Stalking. Dub-con/consensual smut. Aphrodisiacs. Psychology ward !!(which includes forced/used stereotypes). Mistreatment. Abuse. Emotional abuse. Heavy Gaslighting. Guilt-tripping. Kidnapping. Everyone is 18+. Smut and kinks will be mentioned at the beginning of chapters.

All the content in this story is fictitious. This fanfiction contains mature content. This is an original work of fiction made by seventhcallisto. Do not steal, copy, or plagiarize my works.

Choi Jongho. Kang Yeosang. Song Mingi.

Choi San. Jeong Yunho. Kim Hongjoong.

Park Seonghwa. Jung Wooyoung.

My Masterlist ★ | Impurities Taglist ★ | no word count here yet.

Preview.

Prologue. — 🥀

Chapter one. Chapter two. Chapter three. Chapter four. Chapter five. Chapter six.

To Be Continued .🍷

A/n: I'm soo excited to write this omg.

©️ seventhcallisto 2023

[trjmadita]

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[k3lestia]

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[materialsscienceandengineering]

Residual impurities affect the stability of hydrogen atoms in irradiated gibbsite: Study

During Cold War-era plutonium production at what is now the Department of Energy's Hanford Site in Washington State, aluminum was used extensively as fuel cladding material. The waste products generated by fuel processing are currently stored in underground holding tanks, where aluminum is present as boehmite and gibbsite. These irradiated fuel wastes create a complex, extreme environment, and a recent study examined how trace species, in this case residuals from synthetic precursors, affect the presence of radicals in gibbsite. Researchers also investigated irradiated boehmite, which is known for its ability to trap and stabilize hydrogen atoms. The paper is published in the journal Physical Chemistry Chemical Physics. Studying how aluminum (oxy)hydroxides could function as radiolytic substrates in hydrogen production is a key research interest for energy sector security and decarbonization. It is also vital for effective management and storage of legacy radioactive wastes.

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[mineralsrocksandfossiltalks]

Science Sunday

Quartz comes in a wide variety of colors but what causes this? In it's purest form, quartz is colorless and transparent. Colors are caused by different impurities within the mineral.

Milky quartz is created by minute fluid inclusions (either liquid or gas or even both) trapped within the crystal during its formation.

Rose quartz gets its color from trace amounts titanium, iron, or manganese. It is often found in pegmatites and sometimes hydrothermal veins.

Amethyst gets it's color from trace amounts of iron. The more iron in the crystal, the darker the color.

Smoky quartz gets its color from natural radiation of aluminum impurities in the crystal.

Citrine gets its color from trace amounts of iron or aluminum as well. Natural citrine is rare...most that people see is heat-treated amethyst or even smoky quartz.

These are the most prominent versions of macrocrystalline quartz. There are many other microcrystalline varieties but we will discuss those in a later post.

[whats-in-a-sentence]

Figure 13.54 shows in schematic fashion some of the alternative paths leading from ores to pure metals, all of which involve reduction as the essential chemical process.

"Chemistry" 2e - Blackman, A., Bottle, S., Schmid, S., Mocerino, M., Wille, U.

[inbloomaesthetics]

Kpop songs for the signs:

Capricorn

Bad Boy by Red Velvet

My House by 2PM

Stamp On It by GOT the beat

ON by BTS

Impurities by LE SSERAFIM

Black Suit by Super Junior

[itsallhoney]

I RADIATE LIKE A STAR

Impurities | ARLO PARKS

[iriemorning]

no mud, no lotus

in my critical theory class last semester, an interesting concept got embedded at the back of my mind. it was mono no aware, a Japanese concept referring to a deep feeling in the heart. as humans, we are deeply moved by many things; from good to borderline evil; and often beyond our control. no matter how much we try otherwise, our hearts are naturally and irresistibly moved.

this is why there’s a thin line between love and hate. both elicit strong reactions. the things we love and hate are called mono no kokoro or the heart of the thing. and when we are aware of the things we love and hate, we become sensitive to mono no aware.

it has been aesthetically shown in forms of art; in stories, in songs, in movies. they contain an overarching essence to express what the creator feels deeply in their heart. whenever we consume them, we naturally turn on this emotional orientation to understand the mono no kokoro (the heart of the thing), and in turn, we experience mono no aware (deep feeling in the heart).

but all those textbook depictions could do is merely scratch the surface. the deepest feelings of man cannot be simply retold. especially from its raw and most shameful form, by which any attempt at representation would make you seem like a cardinal sinner. because i do. it is often taboo, and what we are all indoctrinated to be ashamed of. both love and hate could make you feel pride, greed, wrath, envy, lust, gluttony, or sloth but only the former gets its laurels; and when you do partner love with a deadly sin, your morality compass gets even more broken. and i did. i felt desire. for my partner. what consumed every fiber of my being so stunningly was also the feeling i wanted to bury underground when it was over. i had no idea of what was right and wrong anymore. no matter how much i try otherwise, my heart gets naturally and irresistibly moved. i became addicted to mono no aware.

it was not in any way aesthetic; committing such a taboo thing would probably put my head on a pike in the dark ages, but the intense urge always comes back. like a siren’s sweet calling to make me submerge in the illusion of waters, turning out to be mud once the magic waned. i would always emerge back feeling filthy inside, but washing it away would mean betraying myself as a woman experiencing so much love, and so much desire. it allowed me to come to terms with my femininity and growth as a human being.

like how lotus flowers bloom in the mud.

[seventhcallisto]

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Home isn't home. There's no place safer than the cells you were once locked in. White walls that casted light off every corner and blocked shadows from appearing. A restaurant like this, full of dark hues and glasses and gorgeous bleeding reds has plenty of places for shadows to hide. You had never stepped foot in a such a place, had never even seen such luxuries. You've lived and grown up in wards, with nurses who called you by your last name. And doctors who could be deemed copy and pasted from textbooks.

The man across you is none of those things. He's nothing like that place. He's the shadow you'd get scared of, peeking from the corner of your bedroom as a child. The monster you'd cry about and then get dismissed for. Shamed for crying wolf. Only this time, the wolf was real. And his hair is as dark as the shadows you fear.

"Is the wine not up to your taste?" Seonghwa hums, jaw falling against his palm as he reaches for the tall bottle placed in the middle of the squared table. He glanced at the label, eyes peeking back up to you. They're warm, not in a way you should consider okay. You quietly respond. "I. I don't drink. I can't drink." You gulp down the queasiness in your stomach. Attempting to ignore the chatter of people as they eat and talk.

"Ah, yeah." Seonghwa clears his throat, placing down the large bottle. He beckons one of the waiters, a man with a completely spotless suit, who eyes your casual appearance for just a second. A second too long for the blonde across from you. He stares back at you, eyes heavy, full of everything you hate about him. "What would you like to drink, love?" Seonghwa refers to you, face switching as the waiter finally glances at seonghwa.

You stutter, cut off by the term he uses, pushed onto the spot. "Water?" You curl into yourself, hand fiddling over the cloth napkin in your lap.

Seonghwa hums, staring a second longer than needed, you hold the contact before he breaks it and turns to look back up at the waiter. "Water." He repeats you, voice smooth and heavy. A sound you once found comfort in. The waiter drops his head into a bow, leaving to grab your choice of drink. Seonghwa watches him go, a scowl on his plump lips. "You see that? I can't take you anywhere."

"What?" You blurt out, eyebrows scrunching. Hwa sighs, fingers pressing against his temple. He looks up through parted eyelashes, wide eyes beautiful under the dim lights. "You're too beautiful, too clueless." He seems to speak to himself, downing the rest of his glass. It clicks as he sets it back against the table. "Staring at you, ogling over you" he scoffs "doesn't he know you're here with me?" It's not a question. He hums, hand fiddling with the base of his glass.

"Doesn't he know you're mine?"

"Seonghwa.." You fail to find the right words. To defend the man who was just taking a drink order. "Maybe it's cause I'm wearing this in the vip section." You mumble. You're in jeans. A simple graphic tee. It's not much, especially when seonghwa is dressed to the heavens. A suit hugging him perfectly. Tailored to his exact size.

That beckons the attention of seonghwas eyes, looking you up and down. More than once- more than necessary. He stands up, hands reaching out to grasp your arms. You follow shortly, surprised. Following his lead, he guides you through the restaurant, into a back room that's full of perfect furniture. White couches and hues of black and reds to accent. You stare.

"Don't look so surprised" seonghwa laughs, eyes scrunching up fondly, he lets you go as he emerges into the room. He fits in perfectly. A perfect contrast.

What are you supposed to do? You watch hwa move about guiding to one of the walls, he pushes on it, and suddenly there's a pair of doors folding out and the back dropping. He turns to watch your reaction. It's strange. Not something you've seen before. "Come here"

You follow his call, steps uneasy as you maneuver to the walk in closet. He opens the door with a swing of his arms. It's colorful and full of everything. Seonghwa gouges your reaction, his perfect hands coming around to swipe against a peice of clothing hanging on an open hanger. "This is all for you, everything in here."

The taller man glances at your figure. You're rigid, overwhelmed, shock on your face. You struggle again for words. "mine?" You gawk, hands folding in on themselves across your chest. It's reactive, classic-ly you from the amount of trouble you'd get in from your prying hands. "How.. how long has this been here?"

You ask. Despite knowing the answer- he's told you before how long he has waited, how long they've all waited. You're trying your best not to upset the food in your stomach, but it's in knots, churning uncomfortably and threatening to mark the red carpet under your shoes.

Seonghwa hums, thumb swiping over a peice of lace. He walks further in. "As long as I've known you," he casually replies. Hand falling into his pocket as he comes over to you. You shrink in on yourself. "Some of it won't fit the same, it's been here for a while." Seonghwa shakes his head, guiding his eyes down to look at you. "We'll just throw out whatever doesn't fit"

Your heart skips. Throw out?? There's hundreds- thousands of dollars worth of clothes in here. You can hardly comprehend that.

"Why throw it out? Why not take it back- or donate it?" You ask, it should be innocent enough. Easy enough for you to say. You still feel like you're overstepping. It's seonghwas money- he bought these clothes. You have no right to tell him what he should and shouldn't do.

Seonghwas eyes scrunch. He's still, watching you with his pretty siren like eyes. "Is that what you want?" He asks, almost in a whisper. You gulp. "I.. yeah?" Seonghwa hums. "Okay, we'll donate what doesn't fit"

"Go on, get to trying it all."

Your head snaps back. "But- that's-" seonghwa sighs heavily. "Donations open as early as 7 am tomorrow. I have a meeting at 8. If you don't try everything on today, then it'll get thrown away in the afternoon." seonghwas eyebrows shoot up, hoping you'll interrupt him. "It's an eye sore, doll."

"You understand, don't you?" Seonghwas tall legs are slow and meticulously paced towards your frozen body, your eyes avoiding the tall man to the clothing from either side, back and forth. Even as he stalks towards you, like a predatory, his gaze is completely set on you.

"Tell me you understand." He stops just short in front of you, towering in all his beauty. His thumb brings your chin up to meet him, bringing your eyes to meet his dark and petrifiying ones.

"I understand, seonghwa," you murmur, trembling in the grasp of the man who has completely changed the course of your life in mere weeks.

His lip perks up, his hands grasping the sides of your head gently, and before you can guess what he's doing, he's laying a warm kiss on the middle of your forehead. Tainting you with his lips.

"Of course you do. Get to it, sweetheart."

[trjmadita]

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[stellarventi]

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[materialsscienceandengineering]

Discovering quasiparticles ejected from color centers in diamond crystals

A research group led by University of Tsukuba has observed the cooperative behavior of polaron quasiparticles formed by the collective interaction of electrons and lattice vibrations around color centers in diamond crystals. The discovery was achieved by irradiating diamond crystals containing color centers with ultrashort laser pulses and precisely analyzing the resulting reflectance changes. The findings are published in Nature Communications. The presence of nitrogen (N) as an impurity in a diamond crystal can lead to the formation of a vacancy (V) adjacent to a carbon atom, resulting in the creation of a N-V (NV) center. This center considerably influences diamond coloration and constitutes a lattice defect referred to as a color center.

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