#burn at te stake

[mega-delicatelysuperbcollector]

BRAND LOYALTY

“Now, this one and that one’s a fake, Stay with me for goodness’ sake…” Scammers they all Find it easy to call Their competition to burn at the stake! – Jonathan Caswell

[iloveyouhoneybear]

LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOO

[sunrizef1]

big reputation pt 2

Pairing: Logan Sargeant x Reader, Max Verstappen x ex!reader

Warnings: Cursing

Authors note: sorry this took so long bbgs

Pt 1 Pt 3

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alex_albon

Friend???

Yeah, real fucking funny

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Get out of my DMs

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lilymhe

“Friend”?

Girl that's the love of your life

“Not because he owns me but because he rly knows me” or whatever

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Ah I love him 😍

lilymhe

Trust me, i know

I've seen more than I want to

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fernandoalo_official

friend?

Querida, ese hombre te ama.

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You're the third person to comment on the “friend” thing

fernandoalo_official

Porque las únicas personas que no saben que os queréis son ciegas 😂

translation: (Friend? Darling, that man loves you) (you're the third person to comment on the friend thing) (because the only people who don't know you love each other are blind)

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logansargeant

Friend???

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Oh my god

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oscarpiastri

I don't appreciate being cut out of this picture

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Are you my boyfriend or his teammate

oscarpiastri

I'm his friend 😔

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you'll get an Insta story the day Im in your garage for race day

oscarpiastri

But you'd never be in my garage

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Well 🤷‍♀️

oscarpiastri

Damn 😔

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logansargeant

DELETE DELETE DELETE

THEYRE GONNA FIGURE OUT THATS ME AND BURN ME AT THE STAKE

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LMFAO

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yourusername guys!!!! Ive seen the support on reputation and after the year I’ve had, I’m so grateful for every person that’s listened to and supported the album. As a little present for your support, I’m going on tour!!! This is only leg 1, so if there isn’t a show near you, look out for leg 2 after this one, we’ll be visiting several more countries and cities! Tickets go on sale tomorrow at 10 AM, I can’t wait to see you all on the Reputation Stadium Tour!!! 🖤🖤🖤

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user1 YESSSSSS LETS GO

user2 omg I’m gonna be back in the trenches of Ticketmaster again

user3 I need to hear don’t blame me in a packed stadium plssss

user4 no KC????

yourusername we’ll be in kc on leg 2 100%!!!

user4 LFG!!!! Tysm bae

user5 damn she loves Vegas doesn’t she

user6 the most random schedule ever lmfao

user7 she’s going to Austria!!!! No one ever goes to Austria!!!

user8 this is the first tour I’ve seen that isn’t just entirely American cities lmfao

user9 there’s like actual European cities instead of just London lol

user10 I think I recognize the order of some of these stops…

user11 Baku is so random lmfao

user12 why does she go back and forth to the us like 4 times??? 😭

charles_leclerc can’t wait!!!!

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user13 she’s coming to Hungary 😍

logansargeant this schedule looks a bit familiar 🤔

yourusername wonder why that is 🤷🏻‍♀️

user14 these tickets are gonna be so hard to get

landonorris so which show are we all going too then

oscarpiastri from the looks of it, we could go to all of them

landonorris I might not go that far 😅

logansargeant I will 🫡

lewishamilton my votes for London n1

carlossainz I say Madrid

fernandoalo_official how about both

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user15 I live in France but I will be buying tickets to Madrid and London in hopes of seeing the drivers

user16 OHHHH ITS THE F1 SCHEDULE

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📍Toronto, Canada

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yourusername Toronto you were absolutely electric for opening night of the Reputation Tour!!! I’m in awe of how many of you came out to support the show and I hope it lived up to your expectations! It was also nice to see some friends come out to support before their race this weekend 🫶. Thank you so much Toronto, I’ll see you guys again for Night 3!

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user17 WAIT THIS IS SO CUTE

user18 the show was so good!!!!!

user19 did yall see all the drivers hanging out in the vip tent 😭

user20 y/n kept pointing at the tent during every love song 😭😭😭

user21 it was so amazing!

landonorris what is that picture of me, I do not remember that

yourusername it’s from when your flight landed at two am and you both showed up to soundcheck at 6 am

landonorris and you decided to post that one???

yourusername it’s the only picture I have where you’re not wearing McLaren merch 🤷‍♀️

user22 wait Oscar and Lando showing up to soundcheck is kind of adorable

fernandoalo_official it was very good chica!!

yourusername thank you Nando!!!

user23 that picture of Alex and Lily is so cute

lilymhe it was so amazing, I’m so glad the schedule happens to line up so I can go to more shows!!! 🫶

yourusername you can have a reserved spot in the vip tent lils ❤️

lilymhe 😭🫶

user24 why is Logan tagged on the microphone slide??? He’s not in the slideshow but he’s tagged???

user25 slide 8 is 100% him but she just didn’t tag him, I know it

lewishamilton this is Lewis Hamilton erasure

yourusername ahhhh I’m sorry lew! I don’t have a good picture of you at the show where you’re not out of focus!

lewishamilton this is what happens when I let Fernando take pictures. Guess I’ll just have to go to more shows until I make the slideshow 🤔

yourusername you’re welcome any time, it was great to have you 🫶

user25 slide 8 is so cute 😭

logansargeant so good 😍

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user26 now why did Logan have the least to say out of anyone 🙄

user27 I’m convinced it’s because they’re sitting next to each other right now

alex_albon lilys now obsessed with the show so I’m sure you’ll be seeing a lot of us during leg 1

yourusername don’t act like you didn’t have fun as well

alex_albon oh I definitely did, I’ll have to start planning new reputation themed outfits to match the crowd

yourusername the bleached hair would match perfectly

charles_leclerc me and Alex had a wonderful time, thank you so much for inviting us!!!

yourusername it was so great to have you both supporting the show!

alexandrasaintmleux it was beautiful, mon chou!

yourusername tysm Alex ❤️

user28 all the drivers in the comments 😭

oscarpiastri Lando cried

landonorris no I didn’t stfu

yourusername there’s pictures lan

landonorris New Year’s Day is just so heartwarming 😔

yourusername dw lan, there’s also pictures of Oscar crying

oscarpiastri you know why I cried 😔 I’m just empathetic for his happiness 🙄

user29 “I’m empathetic for his happiness” okay so that’s about Logan and you can’t tell me otherwise

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Honored to make it into the slideshow 🫶

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lol you’re welcome lew

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Why do you have a picture of me asleep

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guess

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Lily?

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georgerussell

I’m going to be completely honest

I was completely black out

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I could tell

Not offended

georgerussell

Hey I do remember the giant snake though

this just means I’ll have to go to more shows and remember those ones

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You and Carmen are always welcome

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Thank you?

Not sure to reply to the small-ass text

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dw the lmfao wasn’t about you

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Yeah, I assumed lmao

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[astra-ravana]

A Dive Into The Dark Feminine

The Dark Feminine is not the same as the Wounded or Shadow Feminine energy. No. She is deeply misunderstood because society represses her into shadow. She is liberation, rage, pleasure, and intuition. She is not a manipulation or a repackaging of the male gaze.

She is fierce grace, wild liberation, the sword of truth. She is blood, sex, and earth. The Lover and the Whore. She shakes the cage of "Good Girl" conditioning to unleash the full spectrum expression of woman.

She is Hekate, Kali, Lilith. The Creatrix and the Destroyer. She is the Shamaness, the Wild Woman, and the Wise Crone. Once a woman awakens to her there is no going back.

"Your rage is sacred.

Your grief is a holy gift.

Your full-spectrum depths,

hold your greatest power."

Dark Feminine Energy is:

Self sourced power, sensuality, chaos, devotion, magick, passion, rage, transformation, internal safety, fearlessness, sexual liberation, the unknown, regeneration, wholeness, sisterhood, authenticity, death

Checklist

• Cut off toxic people.

• Practice shadow work.

• Prioritize self-care.

• Healthy communication with loved ones.

• Practice manifestation.

• Try things out of your comfort zone.

Essential Dark Goddesses

• Lilith

• Hekate

• Morrigan

• Nyx

• Persephone

• Morgan le Fay

• Erish Kigal

• Baba Yaga

• Sekhmet

• Freya

• Circe

• Oya

• Hel

• Medusa

• Eris

• Kali

• Melinoe

• Angrboda

• Tiamat

"And in the death of her reputation,

She felt truly alive."

Pre and Post Patriarchy Views of Women and Sex

Pre-Patriarchy

• Sexuality and divinity were one; sex was seen as divine.

• The more sexual a woman, the more holy.

• Priestesses that were initiated into the highest Mystery (womb magick) were seen as livinf goddesses.

• The worth of a woman was inherent.

• Sacred priestesses in tune with their sexuality, having mastered the power of their bodies (Kundalini) were revered as a direct portal to spirit and the Gods/Energies of the Universe.

Post-Patriarchy

• Sexuality being taboo, seen as profane, filthy, even evil.

• The more sexual a woman, the more vulgar and profane.

• Priestesses turned to sex slaves, "prostitutes" for men to release upon their repressed sexualities and sexual tension.

• The worth of a woman is now in relation to a man; her value is in her chastity. The more lovers she has, the more worthless she becomes.

• The word "whore" is used as an insult for women who were comfortable with sexuality.

• The more a woman is sexual, associated with the taboos and repressed instincts of the collective, the less she is respected, seen as "not respecting herself", "being cheap", "easy", or "giving her most sacred possession away".

• Women with high sex drives said to have "fornicated with the Devil".

Someone who has a lot of sexual energy can also possess a powerful healing energy. This is because sexual energy IS healing energy at a spiritual level. The best healers have big sexual energy.

VINDICA TE TIBI - "Claim yourself"

The Secret Power of Friday the 13th

Friday the 13th is actually good luck as it is associated with the 13 cycles of the moon in a lunar year, this is why a woman has 13 cycles a year, and ovulates on the 13th day. In 1487 free thinking and Divine Female Energy was suppressed and labeled witchcraft by Heinrich Kramer, who went forth to burn many healers on the stake due to forced ignorance and hatred for powerful female leaders. This is why Friday the 13th is actually a spiritual day of enlightenment, divine/dark feminine energy, and healing that should be sacred instead of hated.

Black Moon Lilith

In astrology, Black Moon Lilith plays the role of 'Guardian of the Threshold'. The term indicates a spectral image which manifests itself as soon as the student of the spirit ascends upon the path into the higher worlds of knowledge. Lilith, representing the testing of the feminine oracle, comes with temptations and promises for the ego, forcing the seeker to meet their own shadow.

"Darkness is the fertile soil of the feminine. Discomfort is the birth place of our shadows. Wild chaos catalyses true leadership. Raw emotions teach us how to feel. The deep void of our sex holds our primal hunger. So, what powerful darkness do you feel is wrong? "

[soobadnoonecanstopher]

Rat Bastard - Part 4

Pairing: You x Kyungsoo

Rating: M (Mature)

Word Count: 9000

Warnings: There were too many beds, Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Cahoots envy, UST

PSA: this couple is called the Rat Couple and their individual names will be Rat Princess and RatSoo (or Rat Basard when we are mad at him)

Tag: @ilovemyapopbaby

Links: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

You were playing a game. It involved lots of fast moving and tricky words that this small group of people shouted out with cheers or groans depending on how good or bad they felt the words had been. You didn’t really get it. The explanations at the beginning went too quickly and you might have nodded off during the vital parts.

Obviously you were losing this game. It was a drinking game but you had nothing invested as your drinks no longer contained any alcohol. You had almost no other reason to keep playing except for boredom which, you were surprised to learn about yourself, was a pretty good motivator.

You’d been given a virgin drink to sip on by a thoroughly-scholded, Javier. He could hardly meet your eyes after being accused by his coworkers of ‘nearly killing the only girl we have.’ The marker board had come out again. There was now a ‘wall of shame’ section and Javier’s name was written in angry looking capitalized red letters.

‘A category five!’

‘I just didn’t expect an adult to have such a low alcohol tolerance.’

‘How could you tell her where the patio door was?’

‘Why were the drinks so strong?’

‘You told me to get her drunk!’

‘Just last week some guy died from falling off a stool. People have died from much less.’

‘The wall of babies conceived during the Serenity Sands Resort Singles Retreat is something to be proud of. Adding a death toll to the wall is not.’

‘Cat-Te-Go-Ry Five!’

‘We add to the population, we do not subtract.’

‘To be fair, it’s as if she has almost no sense of survival.’

Your mumbled and slurred declarations of how completely fine you were had gone unheard.

You’d long been eliminated from this game by the time your mind began to sharpen to what was actually happening. It was after Kyungsoo won a prize. You hadn’t even realized there were prizes, but the whole group of people were gathered around a table with various odds and ends, one of which was up for grabs each time a game was won. Because the seven of you were trapped here in this bunker for a week with minimal possessions, a few items had been brought over from the hotel, things that normally would not be so valuable but given the current state of things, these items suddenly had a whole new appeal.

There were a few emergency ponchos for the rain, pairs of waterproof rain boots to keep muddy flood water from seeping inside of your shoes, bug spray, lip balm, ear plugs, wet wipes, a big bag of marshmallows and lots of other snacks, a powerful flashlight and separately, a big pack of batteries for the flashlight or whatever other item needed them. The winner would need to either win both or be in cahoots with the person who won the other. Your eyes zeroed in on the high thread-count luxury blanket with real down feathers and beside it, a cheaper and lighter blanket with such a low thread count the package didn’t even advertise it. You remembered that your beds back there were made up with the bare minimum, just a fitted sheet, a sad pillow and a bed sheet that was so thin it would have been transparent if that room had any windows other than the tiny ones in the bathrooms.

Your now sharper mind began to really understand the stakes. This wasn’t only a drinking game. You’d be stuck here for a week. The small radio that Kyungsoo just won put a blinding smile on his face and you looked around the room at the stacks of items the other people had won. Sara won a neck pillow and an eye mask for sleeping. Mr. Chen, ever the diplomat, won a pack of bar soaps that he promptly ripped open and passed one around to everyone, leaving one sad little bar down at your feet with a pitiful smile. Roxy had won a jumbo pack of ramen and a camping stove and Jun had won butane fuel for the stove. It seems some cahoots were already in the works. The pair didn't even bother to separate their stacks of prizes.

Then and there you made a promise to pay attention to the rules of the next game and you actually felt a wave of relief pass through you when you realized that the next game wasn’t one that required much difficult thinking but only required you to be quick with your hands. Or more specifically the tiny stretchy sticky hand that you’d been given. Everyone got one and the smallest white button that had fallen off of Javier’s sleeve was placed on the surface, in the middle of the big table.

The object of the game was simple. First one to grab the button wins. There were a few practice throws allowed before the battle began and the table erupted in quiet chaos and giggles as everyone quickly realized that these things had very little control or aim to them. You simply threw it vaguely in the direction of the button as fast as you could and if you got lucky you might grab something other than some other player’s sticky hand.

The practice round was declared finished. Not a single hand grabbed the button on the table and clear reminders of the rules were announced before a countdown was called out and it was time.

You needed to win something. Once the go was given, you and everyone else was frantic with it. Slapping sounds echoed all around the room and there was screaming and yelping as hands came close to the button. You were moving so quickly you hadn’t realized you’d bumped up elbows with the person beside you and in the excitement you’d reached a hand out to hold him back. Kyungsoo was creeping into your space. The only thing you could do was fight him off with your free hand. You reached for his forearm and pulled him back, trying to get his tossing hand back enough so you could break through. The sound of everyone’s laughter was like a drug. The mood of the game was so fun and exciting you hadn’t even noticed that it was the sounds of Kyungsoo’s giggles that paired so well with your own. That it was a sound you’d never before heard in your life, the mixture of both of your laughter with his laughter and the two voice tones blended so beautifully together you had to force your eyes to look away from the giggling profile of his face so you could focus on the game.

Through the struggle and the giggles when you pulled your sticky hand back quickly you shot it forward again and to your absolute shock your hand landed square on top of the button in the center of the table and quickly whipped it backward, trapping it right in front of you on the table. You reached down with a shout and gripped that button and you stood up in happiness as the entire rest of the table groaned at the loss.

You’d done it. You’ve finally won something. You were jumping up and down with excitement and you couldn't help the drift of your eyes over to the man who sat beside you with a pretty smile still on his face. He lifted a hand and ran it through his hair, letting the straight black strands fall back into place slowly and his dark eyes watched you for a few moments with that breathtaking smile taking just a bit of your oxygen and making it stutter inside of your lungs. You’d been denying it to yourself, refusing to admit even inside of your head just how beautiful he was, but again and again you would lose that battle. It had been getting worse lately, the longer stretches of time you got to actually look at him and the longer stretches of time when you actually held his brown eyes with your own.

Someone steered you to the big table of prizes and handed you an enormous multipack of batteries. Batteries that would power any one of these hand held devices such as the flashlight and even that small radio that Kyungsoo had stashed underneath his chair.

The weight of this prize brought a change inside of you. You had won the power, quite literally. Everyone who won an electronic device needed you. You had what might be considered currency.

“Roxy, I’ll give you the batteries for your portable fan for one pack of ramen,” you said as you sat down and her eyes widened and she nodded her head, ripping open the multipack of noodles and tossing them over to you in exchange for two small batteries. You had so many of them and curious eyes were now offering small trades.

Once the trading had started you noticed others making small deals as well. Kyungsoo gave Roxy a can of spam for some ramen and you looked at the several cans he had left and then down at his powerless portable radio but you lost the nerve to say anything to him when he looked at you. You just looked away and avoided his eyes until the next game started. The sticky hands game was quick and popular, more prizes were handed out, and you all played it again and again until all the sticking power wore off and nobody was able to grab ahold of anything anymore.

If you were meant to be avoiding this man those plans went out the window with the announcement of the next game. This one would be played in pairs and your eyes touched upon every single person in this room except for the man sitting beside you begging to God they hadn’t already settled on their person. Of course they were all taken, the dirty rats.

“Okay so you, and Kyungsoo,” Mr. Chen clapped his hands, “excellent, that works out perfectly.”

You’d cooperated with him already. You’d both worked quite closely and very well together in the kitchen when he was cooking blindfolded, but that was before the blowup outside. Before you hurt his feelings for real this time, he called you an asshole, and you drunkenly tried to blame your cruel, hateful words on the actions of the other people in this room when you got caught by him. Even as upset as he had obviously been, he still swooped in and caught you before you could fall off the patio and hurt yourself. But he’d not said a single word to you since, and even only looked at you when absolutely necessary.

This game was more physical. There was a big bowl of flour and two spoons and the task was to hold the spoon with your mouth and use it to scoop flour. You were then to transfer the flower scoop to your partner’s spoon and they took it to another bowl which sat on a scale. The fastest team to transfer 40 grams of flour won. The prize was the pair of blankets and while you weren’t about to share your new high thread count luxury blanket with this man, you could be convinced to give him the cheap one.

“There’s a catch,” Mr. Chen explained and you groaned in annoyance as you took the spoon back out of your mouth to listen to the added condition of the game that was being explained. “You must both stand within the same square on the tile during the flour transfer. Touching each other is allowed.”

You both looked down at the floor, realizing that these floor tiles were tiny. Maybe your feet and his feet would fit if you stood exactly on one side of the tile but it would have to be very close. In fact, everything about your bodies would need to be close for this.

Sara had her hand raised and Mr. Chen quickly added that pregnant persons with big bellies could use up two tiles. Everyone else was limited to one.

When the game began, Kyungsoo was standing closest to the flour supply so you simply stood at the halfway point, placing your feet carefully within your tile. From the looks of his shoes, it was likely he could manage to fit one foot between your two, and the other on the other side while remaining within the perimeter lines. He was coming with his spoon suspended in his mouth and a mountain of flour filling the spoon. He was coming with a big white spot of flour on his chin and several white spots down his cheek and what was probably hidden all over his white shirt and when he reached you, you felt him place his first foot in between yours and carefully place the other within the tile. With his feet in place the warmth of his body quickly followed and you felt the length of him pressing up against your body from thigh to chest. Oh god.

Your eyes were wide open and he looked into them with a quiet urgency in the small grunt he gave you. His head tiled the smallest amount, not enough to spill his flour but enough to tell you that your spoon was not at the right angle to receive and that you should tilt your head.

You could feel your heart beating inside of your ears with him standing so very close to you and you had to remind yourself that this was only for the game. This was only to win the prizes, your blankets. You would sleep warm and comfortable tonight if you won those blankets.

A commotion beside you called your attention briefly and you began to turn your head. Someone had coughed a faceful of flour on their partner and someone was coughing and laughing noisily.

Kyungsoo’s hand reached up and you felt the warmth of his palm land over your cheek, pulling your face to look at him again. He’d lifted his other hand just high enough to wrap around the small of your back and you felt the gentle pull there as he pulled you in closer to where he stood inside this tile. He was just refocusing you. He was only directing your face so you could tilt your head into him to gather all of the flour he brought to you and you held your breath as his head tilted further and the white flour fell into your own spoon.

He let you go and he stepped back, inhaled a deep breath as he moved, his eyes widened with a nod of his head and you quickly turned around to take the spoon to the scale. You had more than 10 grams already. You only had to do this three more times to win. You glanced around at the other teams, one who was still transferring, and the other who had gone back to square one covered in white flour all over their faces and hair.

Your waist and your face felt all dumb and tingly, your skin was acting unreasonable to be so undeservedly affected by his touch. He wasn’t even touching you because he wanted to. This was for the game. It has just been so very long since a handsome man actually put his hands on you.

When you returned to your tile, Kyungsoo was already coming with another spoonful. He was less careful with his touch this time and you felt the strong warmth of his hand that he placed on your waist the second he reached the tile and situated his feet. Your hands lifted to lightly touch the side of his waist to keep your balance and this time as he was turning his head to dump the flour, half of the flour seemed packed on his spoon, refusing to budge. You had to touch him more, you lifted your hand and guided his face more. You could see the moment the powder dislodged and plopped neatly inside of your spoon and you were glad you were holding your breath because you nearly laughed in excitement to see it fall. You were rushing to the scale, careful to not jostle your precious cargo any more than necessary.

This had been a bigger spoonful. Your totals were 25 grams already, much more than any of the other teams.

You gave him an encouraging nod of your head and he had a smile in his eyes that sent him rushing back to the bowl before you could even make it back to the tile he was waiting with both of his arms outstretched for you, hands falling easily into place now, faces tilted in a position with him that to anyone who might be viewing this from the back may seem romantic. It was definitely close enough to kiss his pretty lips if not for these blasted spoons.

You had your flour scoop secured and his eyes widened marginally when you lifted a hand to lightly brush stray the white powder off his cheek before you turned to deposit your spoon.

You were almost there. The sense of urgency moved your body and you rushed back to where he stood waiting for you with his spoon positively loaded up with flour.

You collided with him with more force than you had before, your desire to win clouding your judgment and with the impact you felt more of his firm body pressed against you. You felt more of the hardness of his thighs that flexed when you placed your own over him, straddling his legs so you both would fit perfectly in this tiny space. When his hand pulled you harder into him he used his entire hand and forearm and you were reminded of the position he caught you in out there in the rain when the thumping of your heartbeats seemed to scream even louder than the torrential rain hitting the roof of the patio; when the heat you felt between his legs pressed into you sent an overwhelming wave of warmth and attraction radiating through your belly and brought along a damp flush to your skin.

You didn’t have time for all of this. He was tilting his head into you and his hand was on your face, cradling your cheek, your jaw, your ear, slipping down the smoothness of your neck and his eyes were closing as he lightly exhaled through his nose. The flour moved. You caught the bit of some of it falling off the spoon and you felt the tickle as some of it fell over your bare chest.

Impossibly and as if he had been possessed, you felt the smallest brushes of his soft, warm fingertips along the skin below your collarbone, brushing away the little mess he had made of you there.

When his eyes pulled up you were staring into his face and you didn’t have time to decipher any of this because you needed to be moving. You hoped it would be enough. You spun carefully on your heels and you could feel the shadow of him following your journey as you made it to the scale and poured the contents of your spoon.

“43 grams!” Mr Chen shouted and you heard groans of disappointment from the other two teams, you heard the metal clanging as discarded spoons fell to the floor or landed and echoed on a table and your body felt as if it might be on fire from just how much Kyungsoo had been touching you during the game. Every single cell that his skin had touched felt electrified and when you spun to look into his face you caught the most beautiful smile of genuine happiness there.

It pulled the smile of celebration from your own chest and you laughed and leaned into him, lightly bumping your shoulders against his bicep, not quite trusting yourself to openly celebrate so freely with this man.

You felt it then, the smallest reach of his arm that he lifted and wrapped lightly around your waist, you felt the small pull of him there as he did it and you gasped in surprise to feel the brush of his fingers that landed over your hair. He was grinning and brushing flour out of your hair. He was happy and he was so beautiful and you smiled back at him, tapping away some of the flour that had fallen from his chest and when his eyes reached into yours you caught the shift as the smile slowly flattened out and he cleared his throat, pulling his eyes quickly away from your face and pulling both of his hands back to himself.

If you hadn’t been holding them together your hands might have been trembling.

It was time to claim your prizes so you steadied your expression as quickly as you could, making excuses about how sometimes the nature of celebrating wins involved tiny touches and achingly deep eye blinks with each other and trying to ignore the longing you felt to feel the temperature of his skin pressed up against yours like that again. This was getting out of hand.

You both looked down at the two blankets, one of them clearly more superior than the other and Roxy suggested you both have a competition to see who got the good one.

Someone said arm wrestling, someone else suggested a straight up fight for it and Kyungsoo snorted with laughter and reached out to grab ahold of your wrist, wrapping his fingers easily around it he lifted your arm and shook it wildly.

“I could snap her in two,” he said and you pulled your wrist back from him forcefully, not quite having the strength to fully break free from him until you felt his grip relax and he just let you go. You knew he was right but that didn’t stop the wave of undeserved confidence that surged through you; foolishly believing deep down inside that if you fought dirty enough you could probably take him in a fight. You’d go for the weak points first, obviously the crotch shot, then the eye balls, and you’d end with a throat punch that would send him to the hospital. You’d completed two self defense courses in your life and you knew if you hit him right now, when he wasn’t expecting it, you could win. As long as you didn’t give him any advanced notice of what you were up to.

You’d always had trouble with intrusive thoughts. You reached for him quickly from behind and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, reaching your hands around for his neck and he gave the smallest grunt of genuine surprise to find you so suddenly and aggressively climbing on his back like a flying squirrel might stupidly try to attack a gorilla. His grunt of surprise changed into a small grunt of effort and you felt a sudden but definite shift inside of his back muscles.

You should have known better than to attack from behind. Not someone with such a strong back as he had. You felt his arm muscles contract and he reached his hands around to grab you, you felt him bend at the waist and you felt him spin right inside of your arms. He had the upper hand in less than a second and you could yourself fully encased and trapped well inside of his arms as he casually lifted you right off of your feet and plopped you back down, lifting you up easily just to show you that he could. He took two quick steps with you trapped completely inside of his arms and you moved like a puppet. His hands had reached down, squeezing you tighter when you struggled against him and he grabbed ahold of both of your hands, keeping you from being able to tickle him or pinch any of his skin, as you had instantly tried to do. You were completely trapped.

“See,” he whispered into your ear, the heat of his chest laid against your back and you fell back into that same familiar feeling of being pressed up against his body, “you can’t beat me, Princess.” His voice skipped over your neck traveling slowly up your earlobe until his words sunk down deep within your ear.

You turned your head toward his voice and you felt the softness of his cheek press against your own and as he spoke you could smell the strong smell of alcohol on his breath. You might have been the more sober of the two right now. You were also the most desperate. You wanted that blanket badly. You moved into the head turn and you let your lips land against his skin, just high enough on his cheek to find his ear with your message to him.

“I’ll give you batteries for your radio,” you whispered against his skin, using the same low tone and sultry whisper he had used on you seconds earlier and you allowed your lips to pop the smallest bit, letting the softness of your lips play every so lightly with the softness of his earlobe. “Please let me win,” you whispered into his skin. The effect moved through him like a wave. It rippled through the muscles that held you tightly within his arms. You felt the nearly silent groan that originated somewhere deep inside of his chest that echoed throughout your back and with the groan you felt him cave in.

“Come on, that’s not a fair fight,” someone shouted from the back of the group, “he’s a man, and she’s a woman, how is that fair?”

But you could feel it, he had been ready to give in. He was relaxing his grip and you leaned against his back, pushing lightly against him as if you were really fighting this strong man off of you for show. As if you even wanted to get the heavy weight of his entire body off of you.

“Rock, paper, scissors,” someone else shouted, “ play for the blanket.”

He had let you go. You’d taken a step away from him and you turned back around to look into his face. His breathing seemed just a little bit hard for such a tiny struggle with you and you noticed his cheeks were quite pink as he looked into your eyes. You saw the smallest movement there. He blinked his eyes once as he lifted his chin the smallest degree. It felt like a gesture of agreement and you caught another motion as he lifted his hand and made a discrete fist with it, lifting his chin once more with a nod.

He accepted your terms and he was going to play rock.

The others were already shouting the commands to begin the rock, paper, scissors round and you had to quickly play your hand. You shot out a flat hand for paper and it landed squarely over his closed fist as he played the rock that he had promised you he would play.

“She’s the winner!” Javier shouted and you smiled wide and genuine — your evening was finally beginning to look up a little bit. You jumped up and down in happiness and you rushed to the table to grab your blanket and curiously you could still feel his brown eyes watching as you did it. There was an odd expression on his face for someone who had lost the round. His eyes followed you around the room as you’d celebrated your little win and you could have sworn you could see the smallest smile on his lips when he went to the table to retrieve his loser’s blanket. You couldn’t quite understand why he would have looked pleased by this. You won and he lost.

Oh right, his batteries. He must have been happy about getting batteries and a blanket out of this deal. If you were a blanket-less pauper, you might have also been happy to receive such a low quality crappy blanket.

You couldn't quite remember the last time you felt so happy to win something so dumb. You just knew this would solve all of your nighttime problems. You skipped up to him holding your prize and you quickly stuffed it under your seat next to the other goodies you’d either won or traded to obtain, feeling pretty damn good about how the rest of the week might go. If you had to, you’d just spend the whole week in bed under this blanket and catch up on all of the missed sleep you’d ever missed in your life.

When you stood up, Kyungsoo was standing right behind you with his hand outstretched toward you in a surprisingly congenial gesture of a handshake for a job well done. ‘Good job,’ his posture said, with a pleased smile on his smooth face. You reached your hand forward fully ready to make this change in your relationship with the man. Like a pair of coworkers who got along sometimes. Not friendly by any means but still able to get the job done if they were being paid to. You’d accept his congratulations. He was right, you had done a really good job of winning this and he should be thankful to you for how well you could walk with a spoonful of flour and dump it into a bowl without spilling a speck. If only that was a skill you could market. Your balance and coordination should be studied.

The second the skin of your palm touched his and you gripped your fingers around his hand to shake it, he pulled his hand back abruptly and came back hard with a swift smack of his hand against yours. Was this some sort of trendy side-five, not a high-five or a low-five, but a side-five?

“No, idiot. Batteries.” He said gruffly after swatting away your hand shake. He wasn’t here to make peace at all. He was here to claim what was his. His face didn’t look as grumpy as he usually did, but he seemed to be back to calling you names.

“I’ll give them to you in the room.” You said under your breath, a little bit of your earlier joy from having won something so precious deflated by the return of his crappy behavior.

He leaned his head closer to where you stood, “don't want the others to know that you’re a cheater?”

“I didn't cheat. I just made a deal. Something I wanted for something you wanted,” you said with a flippant dismissal and all it got from him was a doubtful scoff.

“Always playing a game, huh,” he remarked under his breath and it pulled your focus back on him for a few moments. There was something under the surface with his words. Something darker than the golden aura of winning.

Your memory flashed to the blurry drunk view you had of him and the actual hurt you saw in his eyes. The hurt you had trouble really understanding because it felt so unwarranted. There had never been any pretense to the way you felt about each other. You hated him and he hated you and people who hate each other don’t get to look that hurt when someone says something hateful, it’s a given. He said awful things to you all the time although now that you really got to thinking you were having a hard time finding an example of something truly mean he said to you. Something that wasn’t just a reaction to something you did first. Try as you might, you couldn’t bring up anything concrete. The nature of your very specific problem you had with him, that he had so callously rejected you back then kept you on edge around him so much that nearly every interaction you had with him had you on the attack. You always came out swinging first and asked questions later.

“Hey, Kyungsoo — I really, really didn’t mean all that stuff I told Sara about you —” this was difficult to get out but you really hated sitting on an unspoken apology when you had done something wrong.

If Kyungsoo’s unwavering focus was what you wanted — if his deep dark brown eyes looking into your face with every bit of his attention focused up close on every single centimeter of you from your eyes down to your lips, then you certainly had gotten what you wanted. His eyelids pulled wider when he realized what you were saying. His lips parted and his tongue darted out to moisten his bottom lip.

You inhaled to continue, “I was … drunk, yeah, but I still don’t — I didn’t —,” you couldn’t get any more details out, not with as closely as he was looking at you.

“I-It wasn't for you to hear, it was for her. I’m sorry if that was super mean of me.”

“It was,” he agreed, “mean,” he added for clarity and he inhaled to speak again, lifting his chest and shoulders with the breath and lifting his hand to run over the length of his face. You could feel the agitation in every motion of his body. The drink he still held in his hand rattled with the movement.

He half spun with it and came back, his voice teetering along the edges of anger, “it wasn’t for me to hear? That’s it? I was supposed to hear you saying all of that shit? Is that your apology attempt?”

“No, that’s not — that’s not what I mean,” he had to be the most difficult person to make your point with.

“Then what do you mean?” His lips closed as he pulled his bottom lip inside his closed mouth, his eyebrows lifting in question, “hmmm?” he prodded again. You figured you had about five seconds before another argument and another fight erupted and this time you didn’t even have a high balcony to hurl yourself off of.

“I know we don’t get along, but I don’t even really hate you. Not really. I mean, we got off to the worst start ever, not that there ever was anything to start, that’s not what I mean,” you sighed in frustration — this was so difficult to explain.

“I don’t hate you. I don’t think it’s the absolute worst thing in the world to be here with you. Actually working together on these games today, it seems like maybe we work together well, at least.”

Some of the wildness you’d seen in his eyes a few seconds ago had left with your rapid explanation. He still watched your face with rapt attention and the burdensome feeling under the scrutiny of his eyes had your face blushing and your voice cracking a little bit. You felt silly for having such a strong reaction to something as simple as a conversation with the goal of clearing the air.

You chuckled lightly to yourself, both with how silly you felt being this nervous and with the very beginnings of the thought that crept through your mind.

“This is only the first day,” you laughed lightly to yourself. Kyungsoo did not laugh or even smile. His lips were pulled into a flat line and he didn’t respond right away with any indication of what he was thinking.

“Maybe,” you closed your eyes and inhaled a breath, “maybe we could just be … f-friends?” You could feel the shape of your mouth pull into a grimace when you said it. The upward inflection put the ball squarely in his court to decide what he thought about your call for a truce and maybe even some of those cahoots you’d been dreaming about.

Kyungsoo didn’t respond right away. His eyes watched your face very closely and you caught the hard clench of his jaw and the half lidded blink as his eyes closed down. He inhaled the smallest breath and just under that tiny breath and using only the air and almost no volume of his voice you could barely make out a response from him

“‘Friends’” he whispered and you thought you might have heard a follow up response “friends is the last thing I want to be with you.”

He said it so quietly you doubted you’d even heard it the second the next inhale sounded out from his lungs. He cleared his throat at a normal volume and opened his eyes, that same pretty pinkness coloring his cheeks as he inhaled again, deeper and more committed this time and on the exhale he spoke. The words were slightly tinged with the alcohol on his tongue.

“Friends,” he said with more commitment, “umm, maybe… let’s just hold off on that for now.” His eyes formed a squint that matched the grimace you’d had on your face earlier and with his soft but decidedly sharp denial you felt the heat slip up your neck and touch along both of your cheeks. “It's just — the things you do and say always feel like a trick and I’m getting a little burned out tonight.”

His rejection of you time and time again burned against your skin but you needed him to expand on the first thing, that whispered, just under his tongue response that set off weird bubbles inside of your stomach with the strangeness of the sound of those exact words.

You had to speak. “What did you say the first time?”

He shook his head slowly back and forth as a response.

“‘Friends is the last thing I want to be with you’ — does that mean you really do hate me?”

His lips were closed and his head was pulled back. The pretty hair layed flat atop of his head after the distraction of his hand running through it had taken your attention from his dark eyes for a split second.

“I think I’m the drunk one now,” he said as a final response to your questions and you could feel the door slam shut. He downed the last of his drink and headed away from you toward Javier at the bar who was already ready with another one.

You watched him walk away from you and he didn’t turn back around.

You felt almost ready to give up. Ready to crawl into your bed, under your new blanket and block out the rest of the world for a solid week. You’d just avoid him entirely to save yourself any more humiliation. Not only did he not want to go on that date with you, but this handsome, charming, funny, and talented man didn’t even want to be friends with you. Even that was unbearable to him. How awful of a person were you?

You reached down beneath your seat and gathered your things, catching Sara’s worried eyes as you made your way toward the door to this kitchen that led back to that dark and scary hallway that would take you to your bed.

“We're calling it a night — already?” Mr. Chen’s voice broke through the laughter and giggles from the others who were still hallway through their drinks and clearly not ready to call it a night. You were fresh out of any more ability to be social and happy when you had been so obviously put in your place again and again.

“She’s feeling a little done so we are taking her things to her room — might settle in already,” Sara spoke up for you and soon was by your side linking her arm with yours as she helped you with the door, “don’t stay up too late, we might have a long stormy night ahead of us!” She called behind her toward the group in a cheerful voice. You heard an agreeing sound from Mr. Chen as he declared the same sentiment to the rest of the group.

Apparently the eye of the storm was supposed to come ashore within the next few hours and nobody knew how much sleep was possible with such a scary and loud event happening outside. Once through the doorway a click sounded out and your pathway was illuminated by a tiny flashlight she had in her hand. You knew for a fact that she hadn’t won that in the games and she gave you a knowing smile and a wink.

“Shhh, I got you one too. Nobody would dare search a pregnant woman,” she giggled and her brightness paired with the little metal cylinder she slipped into the palm of your hand brought your rotten mood up just a tiny bit.

You’d both made it all the way down the long hallway to the door of the bunks and you were thankful for the bathroom light Kyungsoo had left on before he left this room because it was empty, deserted, and quite spooky even with the lighting, you couldn’t imagine what it would be like at night when the lights were turned out. You looked all the way down to the end of this enormous room where his bed waited for him and you wondered just how many spiders stood between you and him in this big room.

“What happened? Did you two argue again?” She pleaded with her kind eyes, you could see the sincerity in her face and you sighed deeply as you unwrapped the new blanket and spread it out over the top of your bed. Something about your mood made this pretty, comfy thing feel just a little bit less than before.

“Yeah. No. Not really. I don’t know. I apologized to him for what I said. He neither accepted or denied it. I asked if he wanted to at least be friends and he doesn’t. So—” you lifted your eyebrows with a hopeless shrug.

“It’s the first day.” She said with a softening of her voice. She didn’t offer any promises or give you any more false hopes. All she had was a flimsy fact that you knew as well.

“I think I’ll shower before he gets here,” you grabbed your clothes and bath towels, also grabbing your swimsuit just in case the man happened to walk into that bathroom as you were sudsing your hair in the open layout wall of showers with no doors layout of this bunker style bathroom.

Sara said her good nights and you quietly changed into the solid black bikini you’d been toning your body and dieting for months to look amazing in and when you caught the reflection of yourself after rinsing the shampoo of your hair in the industrial mirror that was half rusted and cloudy with how old it was, you were thankful that at least you could still pull off a look this sexy even if your ego was thoroughly shattered by him.

That you could still look and feel pretty even after being rejected over and over again by the only man you’d ever agreed to be set up on a blind date with; the only man you’d ever been interested in enough to even consider deleting your dating profiles for and the man who you’d drive a solid hour facing the setting sun to reach the east side location of the swankiest restaurant in town to meet him that evening even if it meant braving rush hour traffic on the hectic and terrifying freeway to get there.

These showers worked on some sort of a timer. You pressed the button for a good amount of water pressure and flow and after several minutes the water would wind down, asking for another press of the button if you wanted more. You’d finished cleaning and rinsing and you were toweling off your legs after wringing all of the wet out of your hair. The water was still running noisily but had been winding down when you took your first steps out of the showering area and made your way toward the concrete tiled bench built into the wall where you’d left your folded clothes and the sound of the winding down trickle of the shower was replaced with a different and unexpected sound. It was the sound of a gasp, the quick intake of air made through the open mouth of an adult human being, a man. A man you knew.

The sound startled you enough to spin around and the towel you had over your head and nowhere near covering your bikini clad body slipped out of your surprised fingers and pooled down at your feet.

Burning into your skin was the deep brown of his eyes and he stood at the open space just at the foot of where his bed ended and the bathroom began with a true deer caught in the headlights look on his face.

He must have been pretty drunk. His eyes sank slowly down from your face, slipping lower and his mouth hung open, that same look of genuine surprise still spelled out all over his face.

“S-Shit, I’m,” he inhaled through his open mouth, using every last morsel of willpower left inside of him to pull his eyes up from where they’d been lazily lingering around your hips and with the single word he had left to squeak out you got the smallest, “sorry.”

You bent down to pick up the towel and spun around turning your back on the man. You weren’t in the mood to open up another hateful conversation with him right now. All you wanted was to have the strength to ignore that look you’d seen in his eyes just now so you could slip past him and go hide under your covers.

It was uncomfortable to put dry clothes over your wet bathing suit but the alternative was to strip down naked with him standing right there so you could dress yourself properly.

You felt too flustered and too much in a hurry for that and Kyungsoo was still very much frozen in place in the doorway. Drunk and slow. An immovable object.

You slipped on the silky nightshirt over the bathing suit. It would dry eventually. This nightshirt curved the shape of you and hung down to the middle of your thighs, it didn’t come with shorts and you didn’t usually mind. You hadn’t packed your bags with the idea that you’d be haunted by this bastard all night long and you might be better off sleeping in grubby sweat pants and an old t-shirt.

You needed to leave the bathroom. You’d made the requisite numbers of steps to reach the doorway and in any other situation with a normal, not inebriated, drunk or not, non-friend that he proudly proclaimed himself to be, the expectation was that he would bow his head, stop looking at you like he’d just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar and move out of the damn way.

When you reached him in this doorway; he did not move and his eyes remained fixed on you. Something must be wrong with him. The look in those eyes felt different from any looks he had shot you before and something warm and achingly slow tickled a path down the length of your spine starting somewhere in between your shoulder blades and landing softly and deeply, well inside of your belly.

Kyungsoo was not moving out of the your way, you had to touch his arm lightly to push against the warm weight of him and when you did it, his hand moved, his soft rounded fingertips reached forward and you felt the smallest brush of them over the back of your hand, you felt the smallest touch from his reaching fingers that sent the biggest jolt of electricity through your startled brain because this was not allowed. It was not expected and it was not something he would ever be caught dead doing to you.

Why? Why would he touch you here and like that when he in all other places was filled with so much disdain for you. The shockingly noisy thumping inside of your chest echoed inside the hollow of you and you felt the stickiness of the gravity that must have been holding him here in this place. That gravity grabbed ahold of your feet so tightly and the stubborn things refused to move. You could see your destination but his fingers were touching the back of your hand and there was a burning just below your eyelids pulling your lids open, demanding that you open your eyes and look into his face.

He was watching you with the slowest blinks of his eyes and his lips were parted as he breathed through his mouth. His breathing felt so light and careful you wondered if he could manage to get any oxygen from it at all the moment you were caught inside of his eyes you felt like a prisoner here.

That warmth that has spread over your spine flooded and surged inside of you, finding a home between your legs and you felt not only trapped but now helplessly compelled.

You were leaning. The breath from his lips smelled like liquor. You were leaning and the brush from his fingertips moved as he touched lightly at first over your waist and then his hot palm was resting just over your hip and he took the smallest step into you, taking what was left of your air from you when the heat from his body cascaded into your much colder skin. The silk nightshirt did nothing to insulate his temperature and you could not escape this. The moment he lifted his hand and laid a palm just over your jaw you felt too lost to keep your eyes open.

The millimeters of space that separated the two of you evaporated when the warmth of his soft mouth touched your lips and when he pulled your bottom lip into the space of his open mouth and sucked, his hands clenched hard into the flesh of your hip, slipping around to dig roughly over your ass, his hand slipped around behind your neck and his mouth devoured and demanded from you as that unimaginable heat you felt between his legs pressed into you, begging you to have mercy on him; have mercy on yourself; put both of you out of your miseries.

Your skin felt aflame. You couldn’t remember another time in your life when you’d felt so desperate and completely consumed by another person in such a short amount of time.

You wanted him. You’d give anything to have him and yet the small gasps for air from his lungs in between the kisses had the tiniest grunts of complaints under their tones.

Tiny curses came from deep within his chest. Your mind reeled and sharpened to the sounds he made and that same desperation reminded you of the very last thing he’d said to you. That he wanted nothing to do with you. That he didn’t even see the possibility of being friends with you. That you would always only be an enemy to him. Untrustworthy and unlovable. You felt it then, it broke through the rough nibbles of his teeth against the soft skin of your neck and you gasped in a breath to ask him a question — your conscience could not let you stand for this without asking.

“Kyungsoo, I thought — that you didn’t want this — what — what are we doing?”

You were an idiot. It felt like it had to be asked and yet your body clung tightly to him despite it all — just because of the possibility that he didn’t mean any of this, that it was just the alcohol driving this desperation, that this was the kind of mistake that would destroy the both of you in the morning — you simply could not let this happen if any of those were a possibility.

“Kyungsoo, is this — a mistake?”

Your questions pulled his face up and the darkness had built inside his eyes to such an extent that it took him several seconds of looking into your face for you to see the shift of understanding to break through. With the understanding came the painful and horrible when he pulled his hand up to cover over his parted mouth and mumbled the quickest “I’m sorry,” before he covered up any other terrible words he might have been about to say to you.

You felt his retreat with the temperature drop.

It had been what you feared. It was only the alcohol taking ahold of his body and making it betray his heart. For inside of his heart, there would never be a place for you. The crushing feeling you felt inside of your stomach pulled your shoulders down and you were sure the look on your face would be close to tears but he wasn’t looking at you anymore.

He had separated his body from you and your wounded feelings flared up hot, desperate for something to ease some of the pain. You found none.

Kyungsoo was shaking his head back and forth and another soft apology landed with a dull thud against your hollow chest. The echo sounded like the beat of a funeral drum.

“I — I’m going to bed,” you whispered with what last bits of your voice you could find to work and paused briefly to ask something else just for the sake of your own wounded ego, “Does this make us even?” His eyes pulled up from his dazed focus down on the floor and he looked into your face when you asked the question.

“And I know it didn’t mean anything, Kyungsoo. I knew it was just the alcohol. I was just drunk then and you were just drunk now.” You pushed the corners of your mouth up as hard as you could stand and they may have even moved up a tiny bit.

You hoped to God he was too drunk to have noticed the wetness that settled heavy inside of your eyes and you were suddenly and eternally thankful that your bed was as physically far away from his bed as possible.

Links: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

[howlingday]

Cómo death battle regresó (a su puro estilo con polémica) te pregunto que batalla quisieras ver y ya que estamos en halloween

Salem (rwby) vs dracula (castlevania)

conecciones:

Enemigos mágicos inmortales que actúan como los principales antagónistas de sus respectivas series y franquicias

Pese a su poder puro ambos actúan más cómo títiriteros manipulando los eventos desde las sombras

Antes tenían genuinamente deseos de ayudar a los demás hasta que la pérdida de sus parejas los rompió declarandole la guerra a su dios/dioses

Después de un segundo evento desafortunado (la segunda esposa de drácula sería acusada de brujería y quemada en la hoguera y las hijas de salem morirían como resultado de su pelea con ozma) marcando sus descenso a la oscuridad

Ambos están arraigados a la parte maligna de dios (drácula se convirtió en el avatar del caos el polo opuesto de Dios y salem por su maldición intentaría ahogarse en las piscinas grimm creadas por el hermano de la oscuridad, de lo que sobreviviria y quedaría permanentemente vinculada con los grimm)

Ambos son los líderes de los monstruos enemigos de la humanidad (demonios y grimms)

Tienen como enemigos una familia de guerreros capaces de explotar su única debilidad (la familia belmont con sus armas sagradas y los silver eyes warrior capaz de emitir una luz que mata a los grimm)

También tienen como enemigos personas igual de poderosas e inmortales que ellos, ademas que eran previamente cercanas a ellos hasta que los traicionaron por el monstruo en el que se convirtieron ( alucard el hijo de drácula y ozma el ex-esposo de salem)

Ambos personajes están basados en cuentos de la literatura clásica y en leyendas (drácula está basado en la novela de su nombre y al mito de los vampiros y salem tiene varias inspiraciones de los cuentos principalmente la bruja malvada del mago de oz, la bruja de hansel y gretel, así también a rapunzel. Ademas de aludir a los juicios de brujas de la antigüedad)

How death battle returned (in its pure style with controversy) I ask you what battle you would like to see and since we are on Halloween. Salem (RWBY) vs Dracula (Castlevania) Connections:

Immortal magical enemies who act as the main antagonists of their respective series and franchises.

Despite their pure power, both act more like puppeteers manipulating events from the shadows.

Before, they genuinely wanted to help others until the loss of their partners broke them, declaring war on their god/gods.

After a second unfortunate event (Dracula's second wife would be accused of witchcraft and burned at the stake, Salem's daughters would die as a result of their fight with Ozma) marking their descent into darkness.

Both are rooted in the evil part of God (Dracula became the avatar of Chaos, the polar opposite of God, and Salem, due to his curse, would try to drown in the Grimm pools created by the Brother of Darkness, from which he would survive and remain permanently linked with the Grimm).

Both are the leaders of the monstrous enemies of humanity (demons and Grimm).

They have as enemies a family of warriors capable of exploiting their only weakness (the Belmont family with their sacred weapons and the silver eyes warrior capable of emitting a light that kills the Grimm).

They also have enemies in people just as powerful and immortal as them, plus they were previously close to them until they were betrayed by the monster they became (Alucard, Dracula's son, and Ozma, Salem's ex-husband).

Both characters are based on stories from classic literature and legends (Dracula is based on the novel of his name and the myth of vampires and Salem has several inspirations from the stories, mainly the evil witch of the Wizard of Oz, the witch of Hansel and Gretel, as well as Rapunzel. In addition to alluding to the witch trials of ancient times).

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So far, I'd say Salem stands a better chance than Ganondorf did against Dracula. But does she have the power to put THE Dracula on the backfoot? Considering we don't really have a weakness confirmed for her, I can't say for certain that she'd be able to outmagic him.

Honestly, I see so much of each other in both of them that I can see them doing each other's lines.

Salem: (Taking one to the face, Unfazed) You must be the Silver-Eyed Warrior.

Dracula: And who have I taken from you, little man~?

Though, if I had to put money on who's fighting for Halloween this year... Haaah... It's a monster-hunter theme, which means Maka Albarn of Soul Eater VS Ruby Rose of RWBY, a fight I am DREADING to see.

[blueshistorysims]

David died in the night, unable to break the fever that had consumed his poor young body. Rose was devastated, weeping by his bedside for hours. It was Peter and poor Rebecca that had to tell the weakening Edwin of his younger son’s death. It seemed to be the final blow for Edwin, whose body had fought so much for life, gave up after hearing his little boy was dead. For three painstaking nights and three pain-staking days, Rose, Peter, and Rebecca watched him wither away, and when Dr. Ingall arrived that morning, he informed them to say their final goodbyes. Mr. Walsh wouldn’t last the day.

“Edwin, my darling,” Rose whispered, brushing his ear gently. 

Weakly, her husband hummed in acknowledgment, too weak to even open his eyes.

“I’m here, Father,” Peter said gently, taking his father’s hand in his. 

“Oh, I wish we could have grown old together,” she lamented, tears in her eyes. “I would do anything to have you and David here.” She chuckled, tears spilling off her cheek. “I would even change our bedroom wallpaper and blankets—I know how much you hated the bombardment of roses.” She leaned forward and kissed his forehead gently. “I’m your only Rose, and I shall be for the rest of your life and mine.”

“I love you, Papa,” Peter uttered, his throat closing up. “Will you te-tell David that I am still angry I have lost my favorite chess partner? And how much I miss him?”

He sighed and a strange smile fell upon his face.

Rose leaned forward and kissed his burning lips. “We shall be fine, my dear. Be at peace now.” 

And with a final shaky breath, Edwin Bernard Walsh III died.

~~~

The funeral service was small as Edwin had bequeathed in his will. Rose, Peter, Rebecca, and Mr. and Mrs. Kingsley were the only people who attended the actual service while his wake had been on a much larger scale. Rose felt relieved by the intimacy of the service. To say her final goodbyes to her husband and youngest child was a private affair she did not want many to witness. 

She hated how bright and sunny it was that summer afternoon, as if the weather did not understand her pain. Rare for England, to have a sunny day without a cloud in the sky, and a cruel thought on her husband’s and son’s funeral.

She gently placed the wreath of flowers on David's headstone and sighed, a single tear pouring down her face. “Rest well, my little one,” she uttered quietly before turning to her husband's grave. "I shall love you always. Keep well, my dear."

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[krockon]

Can’t Stay Away’s Fic Rec Friday #1 (04.14.23) - Fire & Síihikchaac (Series) by @chottopoco

Title: Fire & Síihikchaac (ao3)

Author(s): chottopoco (ao3) | @chottopoco (Tumblr) | @chottopoco (Twitter)

Fandom(s): Black Panther Wakanda Forever

Pairing/Ship(s): Namor x Shuri | Okoye x Attuma

Type: Canon Compliant | Slow Burn | Companion Fic

Rating: Explicit

Status: Unfinished Series w/ Complete Oneshots

Updated: 04.03.23

Estuary Summary: The synthesized heart-shaped herb worked, gave Wakanda back it's protector.  But in her haste, Shuri had overridden a crucial part. So long as the herb worked, then she could do her job within the deadline given. And afterwards... home was too much to bear. She needs some time for herself to come to grips with everything that happened. Thanks to her 'Do Not Disturb', she never got the notification that Griot sent about the potential side effects of what is essentially a hybrid plant that she made. | So she had space and time to figure herself out. But that bastard floating out on the ocean waves was not helping.

Bah' te Summary: The tides ebb and flow as they always have. Attuma can think of no one else he would rather do this with. The glorious Wakandan warrior who drew his blood that night. There is not one else worthy. | Okoye desperately wishes it would just sparring and nothing else. That would be easier, to have her duty and service, to just leave the massive man behind in the ring without a second thought. But she keeps having second thoughts. Third and fourth ones too.

Why I Love It: How could anyone resist an epic with parallel storytelling? Complete with a Compendium to reference? If you are a multi-shipper with a heart for both Nashuri and Attoye, you can read them both in tandem. If you ship one over the other, making them companion fics with their own ship tags means that you can indulge in your preferred pairing without bumping up against the one you don’t particularly care for. The amount of work that went into crafting this series, and cataloging its research so that other writers can reference it for their own work in this fandom, is actually pretty breathtaking and praiseworthy. Character and story are handled with care, and each arc is appropriate for the narrative they are contained in. There is a beautifully constructed plot, with dramatic stakes, but also character study we didn’t get with the original media. It’s everything good fanfiction should be, and it was one of the first works I came across when I became hyperfixated.

Go forth and get lost in this dual epic that satisfies even the most ornery shipper’s secretly soft desires.

Fire & Síihikchaac Series

[empressofthesunwriter]

The Magician's Quest

SoT AU: Her homeland invaded, her parents died, and all Magic was outlawed. Dark Magician N.K. is on the run from the Inquisition, who wants nothing more than to burn her at a stake. She finds herself in Zaron, the Human Kingdom, not knowing that she stepped into a war for the most powerful relict of them all. A legend, which is reality. The Stick of Truth.

Chapter One

It was three days since Marianne, for all others Butters, appeared in the castle with a fainted magician from Winning Sun in her arms.

The whole court had lost its marble.

A survivor of practically a genocide?

Unbelievable!

Only the Wizard King seemed like Winterfest had come earlier for him this year.

The fairest in the land of Zaron, her Royal Highness, Princess Kenny McCormick hadn’t liked Cartman’s look one bit.

It was an open secret how the fatass greedily collected all Magical Wisdom he could get in his fat grabby hands.

All for a way to completely destroy the Elven Kingdom and mostly their King in one devastating hit.

One of the famed female magicians from Winning Sun was what missing from his "collection".   

It sicked Princess Kenny.

The poor girl surely searched for shelter from the Purist of the True Light and ended up here, where Cartman would squeeze her like a lemon for her magical wisdom, till he got tired and practically threw her out of the kingdom.

She couldn’t let this happen.

One because it was terrible and second…she needed the magician for her own plans.

She didn’t claim to be better than Cartman, but her reasons are better!

Kupa Keep belongs truly to her and her sister Karen.

The princess would be damned if she didn’t get the throne back from the fatass. 

Her heeled boots made a clink and clank sound as made her way to the castle infirmary.

Her sister, Princess Karen, was gifted with Healing Powers, the infirmary her realm. She took care of their magician guest.

Kenny visit any day in the hope that she could talk first with the stranger. She needed to have her on her side and not on Cartman’s.

Good thing that the fatass was so lazy to check up on the magician himself. He was so sure that the magician would work for him, share her wisdom in exchange for a safe place, that he didn’t see the danger coming from Kenny herself.

He was always understatement her.

This would be his downfall.

Princess Kenny open the door to the infirmary and stepped quietly in. Karen demanded absolute silence in her infirmary. Loud noises were not good for her healing patients.

“Here for you.”, she heard her sister talk. “I hope you like apples.”

“Can I not have some boar stew? I’m dying over her!”, answered an unknown female voice.

Ah, so their guest finally woke up. Good, this was good.

Karen laughed, while Kenny made her way over to them.

“You are out of danger. Also, boar stew is too much for your stomach right now. You need to eat light things.”

From the magician came grumbling, but Kenny heard how she bit into the crunchy apple.

Finally, she reached the bed where the magician lay. Well, the curtains before it.

“Karen.”, she called sweetly. “I’m hearing right and our guest woke up?”

Three days.

She was three days out of it.

Even when she had learned the higher magic to become the future court magician N.K. never had lost concession for so long.

It really had been a hard trip for her.

When she finally woke up, sweet Princess Karen was there, to help her sit up and gave her a glass of water.

The young Princess was nice and welcoming to her.

As if she was doing this job for years she had checked on N.K. and used her own Healing Magic to help her recover faster.

It was a nice feeling meeting such a pure and good soul after all that had happened.

Also, it was a good sign that the Grand Wizard had taken her in, letting her get healed by Princess Karen.

Maybe she really had a chance to begin her anew.

Currently, she and the princess were discussing what she should eat, Karen won with her apples, as she heard this beautiful voice.

It was hard to tell if it was male or female. Only the silhouette showed a feminine form.

“That’s my sibling Princess Kenny.”, whisper Karen to her before she turned to the one before the curtain. “Kenny, always nice to see you. Did you want to check on N.K.?”

“N.K.? That’s our noble magician’s name?”

The talked-to magician sat upright as Karen open the curtain to let her sister in.

“Novella-Karin.”, she gave her full name. “N.K. was my nickname since I can remember.”

Princess Kenny was a vision! Golden hair in two braids, the most beautiful blue eyes in a pretty face with soft-looking lips. She wore a pretty dress that hugged her in all the right places. But N.K. noted the lack of breasts.

Genderfluid?

Most likely.

Karen had even called her, her sibling not her sister.

“A pretty name for a pretty woman.”, complimented Princess Kenny and N.K. felt a bit shy.

Normal she would have flirted back…but after all that happened in her homeland…N.K. was so unsure about a lot of things now.

Seemed like both the Princesses noted how she clambered up, since they gave her soft smiles.

“It’s all right N.K.”, told Karen, putting a hand on her shoulder. “You are here under friends. Kupa Keep welcomed you with open arms.”

Oh…this was good to hear.

Princess Kenny nodded in agreement.

“We want you to feel safe with us. You can rest and heal in peace here.”

N.K. had to fight her tears. She didn’t deserve such kindness. She was nothing but a coward.

However, she nodded and snuggled back up in her bed.

“Come, Kenny, let’s leave N.K. alone. She still has to require a lot of energy.”

The siblings stepped away from her bed to talk in hushed tones with each other at Karen’s desk.

Maybe she should have listened in, but N.K. was already tired again.

So she fell asleep.

“Kenny what are you planning!”, hissed Karen at her sibling. She loved Kenny, yet she also know that they had their own agenda going on. “N.K. is still too fragile to be part of your plans!”

“I noted that. I will let her be for the moment. But Karen you know as well as I that fatass can not get his hands on her!”

“She is my patient, who survive a genocide and made her way all alone to Zaron. I don’t want her to be part of your plans!”

“Our plans!”

“I’m happy Kenny, when will you understand.”

Her sibling huffed and put their hands on their hips.

“Kupa Keep is ours, Karen. It’s our right to rule. And not Cartman, who only became king, because our parents were so high and stupid to trust the Wicked Witch Liane!”

“Keep it down!”, Karen whisper-shouted and looked worried around. “You know how these walls have ears.”

Kenny signed and nodded.

“Even more reason to end this.”

“You sound like Kevin and you know what happened to him! I can’t lose you too.”

“I promise you, it won’t happen to me.”, promised Kenny taking her hands and squeezing them. “Our brother was as courageous as he was dumb. I will not fight Cartman openly.”

Now it was Karen who signed, taking her hands away from her sibling and sat down on her desk.

“I know, I can’t stop you. But please be careful, for our all sakes.”

Again Kenny promised and made her way out of the infirmary. When Karen sat down at her desk it meant it was time to leave.

On the floor outside the infirmary, she meets Marianne.

“Butters.”, how Kenny hated to call their friend her deadname, but you couldn’t be careful enough in Kupa Keep. “How it’s going?”

“Oh I’m good, your highness. The Wizard King wants to talk to you.”

Shit, what did the fatass want from her?

Marianne stands on the door before the throne room, guarding it alongside Knight Tolkien.

It was unlike someone would manage to bypass the wall, then all the Royal Guards, till finally reaching the throne room, but better be safe than sorry.

The paladin let her eyes wander and remembered again how she missed the old Kupa Keep.

Before Eric became king, the walls were decorated with beautiful portraits of the past rulers, now everyone showed him and only him.

It showed how narcissistic their king was.

Of course she never would it say out loud, but thinking it was safe.

Her thoughts lead her to her beloved Stan.

She wonder what he was doing now.

Stan had talked freely about his duties in the court of Larnion, so Marianne could image that he was currently with his king, maybe helping him decide in how to better the living of the elven kind.

Sometimes she wonder if she really should do it.

Leave all this behind and live with Stan in the Elven Kingdom.

Her love always assured her, that they would take her in with open arms and since he was best friends with the High Elf King no one would give her trouble.

But her parents needed her.

They weren’t the best. She often had cried because of them, yet they were still her parents.

Then Kenny and Karen needed her.

She know about Kenny secret plans to dethrone Eric. Marianne had sworve to help her friend achive this.

Kupa Keep was once the kingdom of Kenny’s and Karen’s family, but the late king and queen had a bad addiction for drugs.

It was so bad that they couldn’t even rule anymore.

Then one day the witch Liane with her young son Eric appaered and promised to help the couple.

Liane told that she was specialty in healing addictions of anykind and for a while all somehad to be gettig bettter.

Till the royal couple died and had appionted Liane as regent, till Kevin, Kenny’s and Karen’s older brother, was of age.

Sadly nothing had gone as it should have gone.

Marianne signs and then lets out a shriek as the door to the throne room opens. Princess Kenny is storming out of it.

Oh hamburgers.

Eric made her angry.

What did he told her?

Not far away from Zaron in the kingdom of Larnion Stan Marshwalker can only look at his king and super best friend Kyle in disbelief.

“You didn’t agree.”, the ranger hoped. “Tell me you didn’t agree!”

The High Elf King just made a face.

So Stan had his answer.

“You are stupid, I hope you realiz that!”

“Hey, I’m doing this for the kingdom! For our people, Stan.”

“Our people will think you lost your marbles.”

Kyle waved this away, sitting down on his throne.

“They will understand.”

“Yeah, that you are been played. Fatass invatation is a trap. Don’t tell me you don’t see it.”

For that Kyle sends him an angry look.

“I know them well that Wizard Fatass will probably try to attack Larnion while we are in Zaron. But Stan if the tiny chance exists we can end this war between our two realms, then I must take it.”

“By going to their Midsummer Festival and being all buddy-buddy with Cartman? Kyle are you out of your mind?!”

“I will not go alone. Don’t worry.”, reassured his king. “I haven’t completely lost it, as you said. I will be taking you and Tammy with me.”

Stan could only deadpan at him.

“Us three, all around us enemy. Yeah, that’s for sure not a trap.”

“Queen Bebe of the Amazons and her second in command Wendy will be there too.”, told Kyle. “Also Queen Henrietta of the Dark Clearing and her three advisories. We will have friends there.”

Okay, this was surprising.

“What is fatass planning to invite all his enemies to his Midsummer Festival?”

“I don’t know, but see how we can’t back down.”

The ranger let out only a sign.

Well, at least he would be seeing his bunny sooner than normal.

N.K. had woken up from her nap and Princess Karen had been so nice to give her a book to read to battle her boredom.

The princess still didn’t see her fit enough to walk around, so she had to stay in bed.

The book she read was interesting.

It talked about a legend as old as all the realms and kingdoms together.

The Stick of Truth.

The most powerful wand ever created.

As a magician, she had studied the mythos of the Stick of Truth, but that the first who wield it had been on Orc was new information to her.

That’s when the door to the infirmary swung open loudly, making her nearly jump out of her bed and Princess Karen sat upright on her desk.

“Excuse me?!”, the young Princess yelled. “This is an absolute silence zone. My patients don’t need to be disturbed by loud rumors.”

“This is how you talk to your king?”, answered her the male who stepped in.

He was a wizard and…well really fat. You couldn’t even call him chubby.

A shiver run down N.K.’s back as the wizard fixed her with his cold dead eyes.

The magic aura around him… was full of malice. This was someone who probably used forbidden magic.

That was not a good sign.

Princess Karen stepped away from her desk and curtsy before the wizard.

“My king I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was you.”, she nearly whimpered.

All right, N.K. already didn’t like this fatass. Anyone who made shake sweet Princess Karen like this was an asshole in her eyes.

“Whatever, bitch.”

Yep, he was on her shit list now.

“I’m here for the other bitch.”

Where was her wand?!

“I’m the Grand Wizard Eric Cartman. I assume right you want to live here?”

He didn’t even let her answer.

“Well, bitch, if that is so, you better start getting well soon and put your magic to good use for the kingdom. Understand? Or I will kick you out. I’m sure the Inquisition is just waiting to get you in their hands.”

The brunette girl had a really strong feeling that it was probably the most stupid idea to come to Zaron!

God fucking dammit!

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03.07.2023: I should stop making deadlines for my FFs because it really stops my creative flow.

I’m sorry to say it but I won’t be updating this FF once per week and only write for it when I feel like it.

Kinda how I do with my other FFs.

I’m sorry guys, but now I learned that deadline and I really don’t work.

Have a nice day/night!

[fishyishy5150]

todos mis fanfics tienen la etiqueta “gracias a [amigo que leí el fanfic] por betaing este yo te debo la luna” porque muchas mis fanfics son para los videojuegos de Project Moon, este monstruo debe ser quemando a la hoguera

(English)

all of my fanfics have the tag “thank you [friend who read the fanfic] for betaing this I owe you the moon” because a lot of my fanfics are for the Project Moon video games, this monster should be burned at the stake

just saw a fanfic on ao3 have a dedication for chatgpt... that section is meant for your horny perverted mutual who proofread your work, you violated sacred law and you will be torn apart and laid bare btw

[ophelia-writes-things]

Part 17-

That night, after the kingdom had settled into silence and the echo of her return had faded from the halls, Thranduil brought Faelwen back to their chambers—not as king and commander, but as lovers. The firelight flickered softly, casting golden shadows across the stone walls as he closed the door behind them.

He watched her, still in her travel-worn armor, the braid falling over her shoulder, eyes sharp with purpose and pride. But he could also see the weariness at the edges of her strength, the toll the road had taken. He crossed the room with measured steps and reached for her face, fingers curling gently beneath her chin to tilt her gaze up to his.

“You burn like a star,” he murmured. “And I am ever terrified it will be the world that burns you out.”

Faelwen’s hand came to rest against his chest, fingers splayed over the soft green silk of his robes. “And yet, you love this star, knowing it would always try to outrun the dark.”

“I did,” he whispered, brushing his lips over her brow. “And I would again. A thousand times.”

He began to undo the clasps of her armor—his fingers careful, reverent. Each piece fell away like a layer of tension peeled from her soul. Her shoulders sagged with relief, exhaustion and devotion pooling in her expression.

When she was free of it all, when only the soft shift of her underdress remained, she stood before him like something out of an ancient song—warrior and goddess, fire and grace. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, then her collarbone, then the hollow of her throat.

“You terrify me,” he confessed against her skin. “You make me feel… mortal.”

Faelwen’s hand slid into his hair, pulling his gaze up to hers. “Because you love me as a man loves the other half of his soul.”

A beat passed. His throat worked. Then he nodded.

And then he kissed her—not as a ruler staking claim, but as someone surrendering, offering up every fear, every hope, every aching inch of longing he had endured in her absence.

They made love slowly, reverently, not to claim or conquer but to reconnect what distance had frayed. Every touch was a vow unspoken. Every breath, a reminder: I’m still here. You are still mine. You came back to me.

Later, she curled into his side, her head over his heart. His hand traced idle circles on her back, listening to the rhythm of her breath.

But he did not sleep.

Because part of him already feared the next time she would have to leave. Because a man who loves a star knows he cannot hold it forever—but he will fight every shadow just to see it burn a little longer.

And in the stillness of their shared breath, he whispered the truth he could not voice in daylight: “If I ever lose you, Faelwen… I will raze the world to ash.”

And in her sleep, as if hearing him from within some dream, she shifted closer and whispered, “You never will.”

The morning brought no peace to Thranduil’s restless mind.

Faelwen still lay curled against him, her breath warm on his chest, a delicate contrast to the weight that sat like stone in his ribs. He hadn’t slept—not truly. He’d watched the sun begin its slow rise over the Woodland Realm, casting amber light through the carved windows, painting her hair in firelight as though she were the very heart of flame.

He traced her spine, each ridge familiar beneath his fingertips. She stirred slightly, eyes fluttering open, pupils still soft with sleep. But she saw it—she always did—the storm behind his silence.

"You're brooding again," she murmured, her voice rough with waking.

“I am thinking,” he replied.

“Same thing, when you’re you.” She shifted, rising onto her elbow to look down at him, brushing her fingers through his silver-blonde hair.

He met her gaze, and the mask slipped, just enough. “I do not like the thought of you returning to danger.”

Her smile faded. “Thranduil…”

“I know your strength. I revere it. But the thought of someone raising a weapon to you—of you not coming back—I…” He stopped himself. Words weren’t enough. Not for this.

Faelwen’s jaw tensed, and she looked away, sitting up with the sheets draping around her hips. “I don’t want to go back to war,” she said softly. “But it’s not about wanting. It’s about what needs to be done. You trained me to lead. Celebrimbor forged Lómrist for my hand. Haldir and I both bear the weight of our people’s survival. I would never choose to leave you lightly.”

“I know,” he said. And then, after a pause, he added, “But knowing does not make the ache lessen.”

There was silence. The weight of love, of duty, of time itself settled between them.

Then she reached for him again, pressing her hand over his heart. “When I’m gone, this is where I live. And when I return, it’s what brings me back.”

He caught her hand in his and pressed his lips to her knuckles. “Then return to me, Faelwen. Always. I will wait until the end of the world if I must—but do not make me rule it without you.”

She leaned down, kissed him deeply—fiercely. The kind of kiss that sealed things, that promised blood and fire and survival. That said: I will return.

And as the bells tolled across the halls to mark the council hour, they rose together.

Faelwen went to dress for the day, armoring herself in layered elegance—leather and silk and silver-threaded runes. She placed Lómrist at her side and tied her hair with practiced ease, braiding it high like the warrior she was. Thranduil stood near the hearth, watching her, trying not to memorize her like a man preparing for loss.

She caught him staring.

“Worry makes you older,” she said, striding to him, kissing his cheek. “And you’re far too pretty to age.”

He huffed a laugh and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“I’ll return before the moon turns,” she promised.

“And if you don’t,” he said quietly, “I will come for you.”

Faelwen nodded once. “As you should.”

And then she was gone—cloaked in the green of the Woodland Realm, riding with Haldir at her side, a force of will and light vanishing into the woods like a legend.

Thranduil stood on the balcony long after she was gone, staring at the horizon.

The king stayed behind.

But the warrior? The Lover?

He was already on the road with her.

[adventuresnx]

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memory of a memory

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dad's dungeon

tree trunks

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the hard easy

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billy's bucket list

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temple of mars

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DIANNE - Unleash the Siren (Official Music Video) - Symphonic Metal 𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙉𝙊𝙒 ✧ "𝙐𝙉𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙃 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙄𝙍𝙀𝙉" “Unleash the Siren” is the eagerly awaited successor to DIANNE’s first solo single “After the Storm” and the second song of her upcoming solo album "Soulward Bound . “Unleash the Siren” is a bombastic, symphonic metal song about dealing with PTSD and facing the devil within. An honest, heartfelt tale with a victorious ending! ✦ 𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗘 𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗖𝗛 ✦ Music, T-shirt, signed photos, jewelry & more! https://ift.tt/fFd5aLp ✦ 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗘'𝘀 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰 𝘃𝗶𝗮: Spotify - https://ift.tt/cwZ2GgP Apple music - https://ift.tt/EP9LAjf Other streaming platforms - https://ift.tt/wzvfx2T ✦ 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗲 & 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘃𝗶𝗮: Website - https://ift.tt/q0cZJOb Facebook - https://ift.tt/HFGpxSy Instagram - https://ift.tt/DiFQO2H ✦ 𝗦𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗘'𝘀 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰 𝘃𝗶𝗮: Patreon - https://ift.tt/RZczt7b An open Paypal donation - https://ift.tt/PvoMRHl ✧ VIDEO CREDITS ✧ Music video by 'Blackbriar' - https://ift.tt/D2NdlcS Dress by 'The Tailor Witch' - https://ift.tt/yOdDrvN Jewelry by 'Precious Metal Jewelry' - https://ift.tt/1zVaSAi ✧ SONG CREDITS ✧ Produced, orchestrated and co-written by Joost van den Broek - https://ift.tt/lxnBMm4 Featuring... Timo Somers ((ex) Delain, Ayreon, Arjen Anthony Lucassen's "Supersonic Revolution", Charlotte Wessels live & LEAH) on guitar Luuk van Gerven ((ex) After Forever, Ex Libris) on bass guitar Roel van Helden on drums ✧ LYRICS ✧ UNLEASH THE SIREN Viator peraudax provoca timores. Oh breath don’t fail me now, my heart beats firm and proud. Oh feet dare carry me towards a calm shore. Oh eyes would you deny a shadow does reside in warring winds and in the landscape of my mind. Darkness gently takes my hand, guides me towards desolate lands, gloats while whispering his commands. Sing forth, unleash the siren. Wild soul, soar and obey. Bow down, no more defiance, all your cries will be futile. Sing forth, unleash the siren. Wild soul, or burn at the stake. Bow down, dance on the pyre. Crucified! Erased! Oh stand my ground, be soulward bound. Once upon a darkened night, pure evil shone his light: “Sing forth, you worthless witch, or face your own demise”. Claws ensnare my weakened voice, tightening slowly with his words, douse my flame without remorse. Sing forth, unleash the siren. Wild soul, soar and obey. Bow down, no more defiance, all your cries will be futile. Sing forth, unleash the siren. Wild soul, or burn at the stake. Bow down, dance on the pyre. Crucified! Erased! Ah! Maleficence is here. Ah! In eerie nights and waking dreams. Viator peraudax provoca timores. Delius hum Vader dixit: Indigna Delius hum Vader dixit: Obdura Delius hum Vader dixit: Te perdam Delius hum Vader dixit: Te deferam Sing forth, unleash the siren. Wild soul, soar and obey. Bow down, no more defiance. Crucified! Erased! Thou hast, unleashed the siren. Behold, I will prevail. Go forth, build your own pyre, all your cries will be futile. Thou will, face your own demons. Behold, hellfire awaits. None shall delude the devil. Crucified! Erased! ✧ #diannevangiersbergen #DIANNE #afterthestorm #Soulwardbound #soloalbum #symphonicmetal #frontwoman #womaninmetal via YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SGI-f90QbDs

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[thana-topsy]

Me tentatively scrolling through suggested TES blogs to follow, trying to suss the vibes, fingers shaking as I click "follow".

I'll be honest, guys, I've been gone too long. I don't know who my "enemies" are supposed to be anymore. Hopefully everyone who doesn't want to interact with me just has me blocked to save us all the trouble.

I just want peace in my Tumblr experience. I don't care who's going to hell and who deserves to be burned at the stake for liking an evil fictional man.

That being said, if you have any very chill tesblr blog recommendations, please drop them in my inbox! I'll turn anon on briefly. 💙✨ I probably won't post the asks, I'm just genuinely looking for new recs. I unfollowed SO many TES blogs last year.

[s6rine]

SIAAAAA JE T’AIMEEEE PUTAIIIIN OMGGGG WHATS WRONG WITH U IM GONNA MORDRE TES CHEVILLES TES TROP PUTAIN DE SUCRÉE 😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔 LMAOO THE STALKING PART guys no one tell sia i spent three whole hours stalking her before following her… shhh 🤫 UR THE FRICKING FUNNY ONE also good I would’ve burned u at stake if I were British (slash jay… ig) ANYWAY LOVE U SMSMSMSM MON CHÉRIE Bisous pour toi !!! 😳😳🤞

Wait guys…. Ermmmm is it too late to do like for an indirect… aha… head scratch

Like for indirect ig..

btw guys only if i actually know who you are!!!