#littera scripta manet

[ofpsalms]

Young Maria and Ferro

[writers-potion]

Soft-Feeling Latin Words & Phrases

Another list of Latin phrases, this time with soft/warm meanings. It is 2:39am as I make this list.

a te pro te: from thee for thee

ab imo pectore: from the bottom of the heart

volat hora per orbem: time files through the world

coelum versus: heavenward

concubia nocte: at dead of night

crepusculum: twilight or dusk

crescens luna: a cresent moon

cum corde: with the heart

labores solis: an eclipse of the sun

in horam viviere: to live for the moment

in rerum natura: in the nature of things

in tuto esse: in a safe place

ingens aequor: the vast ocean

inter vivos: among the living

januae mentis: inlets of knowledge

jenuis clausis: in secret, with closed doors

littera scripta manet: the written letter remains

lux mundi: light of the world

lux vitae: light of life

meo voto: by my wish

mox nox: soon night

multis cum lacrimis: with many tears

ningit: it is snowing

occidui temporis umbra: a shadow at sunset

opinio vana: an illusion

osculum pacis: kiss of peace

papilio: butterfly

par pari refero: tit for tat

per vian dolorosam: the way of sorrows

philtrum: a love potion

pluvia: rain

res rustica: a rural affair

ros marinus: rosemary

semel et semper: once and always

silva: wood or forest

sinus urbis: heart of the city

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Reference: Latin for the Illiterati: a modern guide to an ancient language by Jon R. Stone, second edition 2009.

[ur-local-wizard]

LITTERA SCRIPTA MANET

✧smut ♡fluff ❊angst

FULL FICS .｡.:*✧

☆ Ink & Ivy(♡) → MR

☆ Eye of the Storm(♡) → MR → pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3

☆ A Lucky Christmas(♡) → MR, TN

☆ Losing Game(❊) → MR

☆ Ruin You(✧) → MR

☆ The Driver (♡) → MR

☆ Angel on the Court (♡) → MR

DRABBLES .｡.:*✧

☆ Incubus!Mattheo HC's(✧) → MR

☆ Silence(❊) → MR

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[bllsbailey]

Good Riddance: Acting National Archives Chief Retires With Emo Farewell Letter to Remaining Staff

Deputy Archivist William J. Bosanko

The way the holdovers from the Biden administration have been reacting in recent days to Elon Musk/DOGE, and the incoming members of President Trump's second-term, Hall of Justice dream team, has been delicious to behold.

In just one example, as we wrote earlier on Saturday, the rage-quit parting words of some New York state prosecutors over being ordered by the DOJ to do their jobs and uphold the law.

Read More: I'm Your Huckleberry: The Showdown at the DOJ Corral Is Bigger Than the NYC Mayor's Corruption Charges

Now, we are hearing the glorious strains of still more grumbling, this time emanating from the National Archives (NARA). One of the federal entity's top leaders made his fond farewell on Friday, with what can only be described as an emo letter to the rest of the staff. CNN's headline, and the lede (below), will give you a hint on exactly where this is heading:

White House forcing out top leadership at National Archives in major shakeup

The Trump administration is forcing out senior leadership at the National Archives and Records Administration in a major shakeup, according to a source familiar. President Donald Trump has been highly critical of the archives since the agency asked the Department of Justice to investigate Trump’s mishandling of classified documents after he left office.

More on the NARA and the raid on Mar-a-Lago in a bit. Hang tight. 

CNN's source breathlessly went on to recount that the White House "made it clear" that not only would Archivist Colleen Shogan

be given her pink slip (that happened last week), but they were looking to make a clean sweep of the top leadership there.

The report continues apace, and here's where the not-at-all righteous indignation ramps up from the departing Archives chief:

The first notice to staff came in an email Friday from Deputy Archivist William J. Bosanko, who told members of his team that he was retiring and that it had been “a privilege and an honor to work” at the Archives for the last 32 years. A career veteran, whose mother also had a long career at the National Archives, Bosanko went on to write, “Please focus on the mission and look out for one another … You have my deepest respect and admiration. I feel an immense sense of sadness that I am not by your side at this important time in the history of the agency.”

Get this: the title of his letter was in Latin:

Bosanko’s farewell letter was titled, “Littera Scripta Manet,” Latin for “The Word Remains,” a meaningful phrase for those who work at the National Archives. Bosanko also attached a copy of the Archivist’s Code.

Alright, enough of that drivel.

It's unlikely that I need to remind anyone who regularly reads these pages of the sordid details surrounding the Biden administration's actions at Mar-a-Lago--although, something I was reminded of while researching this piece was that federal law enforcement personnel rifled through the bedroom of then-16-year-old Barron Trump. That's inexcusable behavior for anyone who is ostensibly acting as a vetted and trusted professional.

Remember, though, that it was not just the Biden WH that took part of this nefarious plot: The National Archives absolutely played a role in facilitating the corruption-riddled FBI's early morning incursion on the home of a former president of the United States--seeking a linchpin on which to hang a damning bit of lawfare against Trump, the leading political opponent in the then-ongoing presidential race. I won't forget.

I suspect you won't either. So to anyone who stood by in silence and allowed the witch hunt against Pres. Trump, I say: Good riddance!

[leejungchans]

latin ; “the written letter lasts”

a series of short drabbles inspired by different words

appearances by: stray kids, ateez, seventeen (other groups may be added in the future!!)

a/n: this series is inspired by other creators who have done the same/a similar concept!! some words here have most definitely been covered by other writers, but all these drabbles are my own interpretation. if there are any similarities, they are purely coincidental and i hope you can understand 💕 if you enjoy these kinds of fics, you should definitely check out the lover’s dictionary by @got-svt and @honeyshua’s upcoming beautiful words, just to name a few!! 💕

key

[f] = fluff ; [a] = angst ; [h] = humour

♡ = sol’s favourites

➛ petrichor

(n.) the pleasant, earthy smell after rain

lee minho (skz) x gn!reader ; [f]

➛ brontide ♡

(n.) the low rumble of distant thunder

joshua hong (svt) x gn!reader ; [f]

➛ cafuné

(n.) the act of running your fingers through your lover’s hair

joshua hong (svt) x gn!reader ; [f]

➛ baisemain

(n.) a kiss on the hand

kim mingyu (svt) x gn!reader ; [f]

➛ gumusservi ♡

(n.) moonlight shining on water

lee chan (svt) x gn!reader ; [f] [a]

➛ basorexia [coming soon]

(n.) the overwhelming desire to kiss

seo changbin (skz) x gn!reader ; [f]

➛ clinomania

(n.) the excessive desire to stay in bed

➛ tarantism

(n.) overcoming melancholy by dancing; the uncontrollable urge to dance

➛ forelsket

(n.) the euphoria you experience when you first fall in love

➛ catharsis

(n.) the purging or release of emotional tensions; especially through kinds of music or art

➛ apricity

(n.) the warmth of the sun in winter

➛ reverie

(n.) the state of being pleasantly lost in one’s thoughts; a daydream

➛ hiraeth

(n.) homesickness for a home you can’t return to, or that never was

[peonymoss]

on the Twittter: the power of a letter

Thread part 1: Dad shares the story of the impact his 11 year old daughter’s letter to the mail carrier

There’s more, and it gets better and better and better.

And then....

RTWT

[sharpestshot]

Klosed starter for @bloodofvirtue​

Javíer moves his hair from his face, panting softly in his steps as he and his mother circle each other like vultures. The young knight fixes his posture alongside his stance, twirling his sword in his hand.

“There’s still a chance for you to resign, mother.” He says with a smug little grin. “As for me...I could do this all day.” 

[treeofliferpg]

Ideas de rol: Hechizos

Recordamos que el siguiente texto no ha sido redactado por el staff de ToL, solo lo hemos traducido para que pueda llegar a más personas. La autoría pertenece a @goodbyedearfriends. Su tumblr está desactivado, pero podéis leer el post original en nuestro tumblr bajo la etiqueta "idioma original".

ab intra - desde dentro

ab origine - de la fuente

absit iniuria - “que el insulto esté ausente”

absit invidia - “que la envidia esté ausente”

absit omen - “que el presagio esté ausente”

ab uno disce omnes - de uno, aprenden todos

abyssus abyssum invocat - el abismo llama al abismo

a capite ad calcem - de pies a cabeza

acta non verba - acciones, no palabras

ad altiora tendo - “Me esfuerzo por cosas más altas”

ad astra - a las estrellas

ad fontes - a las fuentes

ad meliora - hacia mejores cosas

ad oculos - a los ojos

ad undas - a las olas

ad victoriam - a la victoria

adsum - Estoy aquí

a fortiori - desde la fuerza/fortaleza

a mari usque ad mare - de mar a mar

audeamus - atrevamonos

audentes fortuna iuvat - la fortuna favorece a los valientes

audi, vide, tace - escuchar, ver, callar

beatae memoriae - una memoria bendita

bona fide - de buena fe

bono malum superate - vence al mal con el bien

capax infiniti - sosteniendo el infinito

carpe diem - aprovecha el día

carpe noctem - aprovecha la noche

cave - cuidado

ceteris paribus - todas las cosas son iguales

circa - alrededor

citius, altius, fortius - más rápido, más alto, más fuerte

clavis aurea - llave dorada

cogito ergo sum - Pienso, luego existo

compos mentis - en control de la mente

concilio et labore - con sabiduría y esfuerzo

concordia cum veritate - en armonía con la verdad

concordia salus - bienestar a través de la armonía

coniunctis viribus - con fuerza conectada

consummatum est - estar/está completo

corruptus in extremis - corrupto al extremo

crescit eundo - crece a medida que avanza

de novo - de/desde lo nuevo

de profundis - de/desde lo profundo/profundidades

dies irae - días de ira

dona nobis pacem - danos paz

ego te provoco - te desafío

esse est percipi - ser en lugar de parecer

esse quam videri - ser es ser percibido

esto quod es - ser lo que eres

ex animo - desde el alma

ex luna scientia - de la luna, conocimiento

ex scientia tridens - del conocimiento, poder

ex silentio - de/desde el silencio

ex undis - de/desde las olas del mar

experientia docet - la experiencia enseña

fac et spera - hazlo y espera

fac fortia et patere - haz un acto valiente y aguanta

faciam quodlibet quod necesse est - haz lo que sea necesario

faciam ut mei memineris - Te haré recordar

facta, non verba - hechos no palabras

fortis et liber - fuerte y libre

fortis in arduis - fuerte en las dificultades

gloriosus et liber - glorioso y libre

hic abundant leones - aquí abundan los leones

hic et nunc - aquí y ahora

hic sunt dracones - aquí hay dragones

hinc illae lacrimae - por eso las lágrimas

hinc itur ad astra - desde aquí el camino conduce a las estrellas

igni ferroque - con fuego y hierro

in memoriam - en la memoria

in nocte consilium - el consejo llega de la noche a la mañana

libra - balance

littera scripta manet - las palabras escritas perduran

locus standi - derecho a estar en pie

luceo non uro - Brilla, no te quemes

luctor et emergo - lucho y emerjo

mare liberum - mar libre

memento vivere - recuerda vivir

more ferarum - como bestias

natura non contristatur - la naturaleza no se entristece

nec spe, nec metu - sin esperanza, sin miedo

noli me tangere - no me toques

ophidia in herba - una serpiente en la hierba

pro se - por uno mismo

propria manu - por la propia mano

quaere - buscar

quod abundat non obstat - lo que es abundante no obstaculiza

resurgam - me levantaré

semper ad meliora - siempre hacia cosas mejores

semper anticus - siempre adelante

semper apertus - siempre abierto

semper fortis - siempre valiente

semper liber - siempre libre

stet - dejaló descansar

tuebor - protegeré

vera causa - causa justa/verdadera

[wegotstory]

Latin Phrases Worth Knowing

ad astra per aspera - to the stars through difficulties

alis volat propriis - he flies by his own wings

aut insanity homo, aut versus facit - the fellow is either mad or he is composing verses

amantium irae amoris intergratio est - the quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love

ars longa, vita brevis - art is long, life is short

dum spiro aperitif - while I breathe, I hope

ense petit placidam sub libertate quietem - with the sword, she seeks peace under liberty

exigo a me non ut optimus par sim sed ut malis melior - I require myself not to be equal to the best, but to be better than the bad

experiential docet - experience teaches

helluo librorum - a glutton for books (bookworm)

in libras libertas - in books, freedom

littera scripta manet - the written letter lasts

mens regnum bona possidet - an honest heart is a kingdom in itself

mirabile dictu - wonderful to say

nullus est liber tam malus ut non aliqua parte prosit - there is no book so bad that it is not profitable in some part

omnia iam fient quae posse negabam - everything which I used to say could not happen, will happen now

poeta nascitur, non fit - the poet is born, not made

qui dedit benificium taceat; narrat qui accepit - let him who has done good deed be silent; let him who has received it tell it

saepe ne utile quidem est scire quid futurum sit - often, it is not advantageous to know what will be

sedit qui timuit ne non succederet - he who feared he would not succeed sat still

si vis pacem, para bellum - if you want peace, prepare for war

struit insidias lacrimis cum feminia plorat - when a woman weeps, she is setting traps with her tears

sub rosa - under the rose

trahimir omnes laudis studio - we are led on by our eagerness of praise

Ruben latericium invenit, marmoream reliquit - he found the city a city of bricks, he left it a city of marble

ut incepit fidelis sic permanent - as loyal as she began, so she remains

[ofpsalms]

In my lore linear time does not exist in the afterlife ergo it is inconceivable to the human brain & thus people forget everything they saw on the other side if they come back to life, aside from images or words the divine want them to see.

[patanahibhay]

ad astra per aspera to the stars through difficulties

alis volat propriis - he flies by his own wings

amantium irae amoris integratio est - the quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love

ars longa, vita brevis - art is long, life is short

aut insanity homo, aut versus facit - the fellow is either mad or he is composing verses

dum spiro spero - while I breathe, I hope

. ense petit placidam sub libertate quietem - with the sword, she seeks peace under liberty

exigo a me non ut optimus par sim sed ut malis melior - I require myself not to be equal to the best, but to be better than the bad experiential docet - experience teaches .

helluo librorum - a glutton for books (bookworm)

in libras libertas - in books, freedom littera scripta manet - the written letter lasts

mens regnum bona possidet - an honest heart is a kingdom in itself

mirabile dictu - wonderful to say

nullus est liber tam malus ut non aliqua parte prosit - there is no book so bad that it is not profitable in some part

omnia iam fient quae posse negabam - everything which I used to say could not happen, will happen now

poeta nascitur, non fit - the poet is born, not made

qui dedit benificium taceat; narrat qui accepit - let him who has done a good deed be silent; let him who has received it tell it

saepe ne utile quidem est scire quid futurum sit - often, it is not advantageous to know what will be

sedit qui timuit ne non succederet - he who feared he would not succeed sat still

si vis pacem, para bellum - if you want peace, prepare for war

struit insidias lacrimis cum feminia plorat - when a woman weeps, she is setting traps with her tears .

sub rosa - under the rose

Trahimir omnes laudis studio - we are led on by our eagerness for praise

urbem latericium invenit, marmoream reliquit - he found the city a city of bricks; he left it a city of marble

ut incepit fidelis sic permanet - as loyal as she began, so she remains

[thoughtsofarookiewriter]

Latin phrases:

ad astra per aspera - to the stars through difficulties.

alis volat propriis - he flies by his own wings.

ars longa, vita brevis - art is long, life is short.

aut insanity homo, aut versus facit - the fellow is either mad or he is composing verses.

dum spiro spero - while I breathe, I hope.

exigo a me non ut optimus par sim sed ut malis melior - I require myself not to be equal to the best, but to be better than the bad.

experiential docet - experience teaches

helluo librorum - a glutton for books (bookworm)

littera scripta manet - the written letter lasts.

nullus est liber tam malus ut non aliqua parte prosit - there is no book so bad that it is not profitable in some part.

qui dedit benificium taceat; narrat qui accepit - let him who has done a good deed be silent; let him who has received it tell it

saepe ne utile quidem est scire quid futurum sit - often, it is not advantageous to know what will be

sedit qui timuit ne non succederet - he who feared he would not succeed sat still

[wedarkacademia]

Beautiful Latin phrases ~ part 1

ad astra per aspera - to the stars through difficulties 

alis volat propriis - he flies by his own wings 

amantium irae amoris integratio est - the quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love 

ars longa, vita brevis - art is long, life is short 

aut insanity homo, aut versus facit - the fellow is either mad or he is composing     verses 

dum spiro spero - while I breathe, I hope 

ense petit placidam sub libertate quietem - with the sword, she seeks peace under liberty 

exigo a me non ut optimus par sim sed ut malis melior - I require myself not to be equal to the best, but to be better than the bad

experiential docet - experience teaches 

helluo librorum - a glutton for books (bookworm) 

in libras libertas - in books, freedom 

littera scripta manet - the written letter lasts 

mens regnum bona possidet - an honest heart is a kingdom in itself 

mirabile dictu - wonderful to say 

nullus est liber tam malus ut non aliqua parte prosit - there is no book so bad that it is not profitable in some part 

[sachinmshah]

Littera Scripta Manet. Black letter layers. Flat brush and acrylic. . . #calligraphymasters #blackletter #handlettering (at Mumbai, Maharashtra) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoXPSVPylDE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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LITTERA SCRIPTA MANET (the written letter lasts)

❝𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮❞ — atticus. 

have you ever felt what it was like to dream? to even vividly remember the dream? how does it feel; does it feel nice? you wonder and wonder, but the dreams are always there (only with a few changes). you're only reliving a dream.

                                                         in books, freedom →

TAPPING RESOUNDED THROUGHOUT THE ROOM, yet there's a silence that fills the room you sat in as well. It's noisy, yet it's not. It's quiet, yet it's not. It's contradictory, in your opinion, as you leaned onto your chin, resting it on your fist. You hummed, unsure of what would happen. A small huff left your lips, blowing out strands from your hair, continuously bothering you from your work (though, you weren't really working).

Your pen scattered dots all around your lined paper, yet nothing was written on it. "This isn't some connect the dots game..." you softly sighed to yourself, raising a brow at the paper, disappointed and obviously unamused.

Glancing out the window, you stared, watching the sun rays light up your dim-lit room. You closed your eyes, reminiscing the times you were in high school (were you?), not really having any friends, only focusing on smarts and academics, though you weren't weak.

Too bad you had gotten into too many fights that caused your school record to drop at the lowest of low.

The dreams you've had were weird. You, at first, thought that you had grown older, done different things, lived a different life, but all of those were dreams; lucid, but merely dreams (but they only occurred two times, so, perhaps they don't count). Your eyes scanned the dots once more, still unimpressed with what you've gotten. Head drooping down, you let out another sigh, one full of frustration and exhaustion - you wouldn't be able to write a poem at any rate, would you?

"Oh, how this wounds me," you said to yourself. "Woe is me, woe is me... I guess."

Leaning back in your seat, you stared at your ceiling, blinking. The ceiling remained the same, nothing had changed. Maybe, I can just write about dreams or something... Gah! I hate this... You sulked and sulked and sulked, but nothing would change the fact that you couldn't write anything—

Ah. Now you know why. Someone had been murdered, you remembered. Not someone you knew, but for some reason, you felt like you recognized the person who had murdered the random nobody. Still, you weren't sure, and it didn't matter.

"...Weird," you muttered, balancing a pen between your lips and nose. "Really weird."

You closed your eyes, letting out a soft sigh, slowly sinking into your seat without a care. You felt tired, and you didn’t want to do any more work, though you weren’t doing any work anyway.

“Oi, [Name]!”

Your eyes open, and you blink. Slowly taking the pen between your lips and nose, you stare at the ceiling that shouldn’t have changed, yet it did. You slowly lower your head, still blinking, and looked at the person in front of you that had long hair, yellow eyes, and sharp teeth (though, that was his original appearance; the one you weren’t used to seeing).

”…Baji,” you acknowledge, expression forming into one of boredom. “What do you need, more tutor lessons?”

He gives you a scowl, before grinning, jutting his thumb behind him, exclaiming, “Nah, I wanted to hang out with ya. Me, you, and the others!”

A grim expression replaces your bored one, and you wave your hand in the air, other hand in your pocket. Leaning back into your seat, you twirl the pen in your hands, and you simply tell him, “No.” You didn’t want to hang out; there was no need to. “We’re not friends, Baji; I’m only your tutor, or whatever.” You ignore the feeling that this wasn’t a dream (but you wished it was).

The boy lets out a breath, crossing his arms. “Man… You’re a guy, ya know that?”

”I… I’d hope I’m a guy—“

”That’s not what I meant!” he barks. He turns his head, a frown appearing on his face. Upon your expression, he frowns even more. “Listen, I’m only asking you anyway because of you helping me out with school and shit.”

Your hand twitches and your brow furrows, a crease forming. This scene feels like it’s repeating, going on and on and on and on—why? You didn’t realize you were staring at him, until he waves a hand in your face, obviously impatient. “…Uh,” you blink, “sorry—No, I don’t… want to go.”

A small huff.

You only shrug in response, slowly getting up from your seat. You glance down at the floor, noticing your bag beside the leg of the chair. Why? You stare at it with narrowed eyes, distressed, but you hid it; the boy before you didn’t need to know what was happening, anyway. Grabbing your bag, you slung it across your shoulder, sparing Baji a glance. “…Why are you still here?” you ask, raising a brow, “Don’t you have your gang to go to?”

“Anyway, I’m going home. Bye,” you mutter, shuffling past the long-haired boy.

✎______

“You’re very selfish, Baji.”

”Huh? And you’re acting like you’re not?”

You rest your chin on your hand, lips in a thin line. You were with Baji and Chifuyu, who was technically his underclassmen, but he got held back a lot of times. You cock your head to the side, slowly gazing over towards the blonde, “How d’you manage to hang out with him? He’s a brute.”

”The hell did you say?!” Baji’s hand slams down onto the table booth you all sat at, glaring at you. “I’m no brute!”

You give him a blank stare. “…I can assume that your ma said you were a ‘handsome fellow’ or somethin’?”

Chifuyu coughs at that, hiding his snort. “C’mon, [Name], do you really think a guy like him is handsome?” He has a grin on his face, leaning back into his own seat, amused by the bickering (or maybe exhausted, who knows?).

You raise a brow, glancing over at Baji, who was fuming. Rubbing your chin, you hum in thought. “He’s pretty…” you say, trailing off, ignoring the suspicious look from Chifuyu and the arrogant look from Baji, and continued, “…for a girl.”

”Wh- I’M NOT A GIRL!”

”PFFFT—“

You grin, amused. Leaning back into your seat, you look back up to the ceiling, the grin dropping slowly. As fun as it was, can this dream end? Your hand raised up towards your face, pinching it as hard as you could, but it only left a mark.

It left a mark.

You lower your head once more, eyes staring at the wooden table that seemed too polished for its own good, the light showing your reflection. You were back in your 15-year-old body, still in middle school, though it made no sense. Shifting, your eyes darted towards the other two, one older, one younger, and they seemed the same from middle school; laughing, smiling, joking around.

Your hand clenches, gripping your uniform pants.

”…Am I dreaming?” you whisper to yourself, “Is this nothing but a mere illusion, to hinder my dob- doubts—? Fuck.”

“Did you stumble over your words again, [Name]?” Baji teases, leaning over towards you.

Your face flushes red, and you narrow your eyes at him. “No,” you say indignantly, “I did nuh- not. I did, not.”

”But, you did, just now,” Chifuyu points out. “Right, Baji-san? He just stumbled over his words?”

”…I said—“

”No, yeah, he did.”

”I SAID I FUCKING DIDN’T—“

✎______ [Name] occasionally stumbles over his words, despite knowing so many. And he ends up getting mad over it.

You rest your head on the table, grumbling profanities. Despite being smart, despite all of this, you were still foul-mouthed, and you were still a ‘child.’ You muffle out a small, “One day, I’ll kill the both of you, just you wait.”

Baji lets out a snort, patting your back harshly, “Sure you will.”

“I will.”

Chifuyu nods sarcastically, finished with his noodles. “Yes, of course, you will.”

You roll your eyes, muttering, “Well, fuck you guys, too.” You glance over at the pair, before you looked away, not wanting to deal with them. But, you continued to pinch your arm, not caring about the pain, for you just wanted to go back to your regular life.

"Hey."

I want to go back. Let me be a poet, once more, you sigh wistfully, leaning onto your fist, zoning out. I need to be a poet, once more; I graduated, did I not? I did, I did, so then why, why can't I wake up?

"[Name]."

This is all a dream.

"[Name], wake up!"

You blink, eyes wide. Turning your head towards the pair, you stare for a few seconds, before blinking once more. "...Sorry, what?" you say with a smile, ignoring the aching pain in your arm now, "Did you need something? Or were you guys planning on bothering me again."

Chifuyu narrows his eyes at you, suspicious of how you were acting. "...No, you were just pinching your arm really hard and not saying anything about it," he remarks, crossing his arms. "Are you some sort of masochist?"

Baji raises a brow, checking you out as he leans forward, "...I wouldn't put it past him to be a masochist. He gives off that sort of vibe, you know?"

"Oi, what's that s'posed to mean?" you scowl, pushing yourself away from the two. "I'm no fuck—I'm not a masochist." Despite you saying all of that, Baji only laughs, hand ruffling your hair.

"...I hate you all."

"Sure you do."

✎______

You weren't sure if you had this feeling that you were going to insane or if you were lucid dreaming (it was probably both), but it was slowly getting to you. Each step felt like it was pulling you towards the ground, keeping you there from moving on, from trying to back to the present (or was it future?). But was it even the present if you're you now?

It didn't occur to you, that you were back in the past. Every dream, every time you close your eyes, every time you open your eyes, there's a new view.

But there were no views this time, as you stared, blankly wandering around on your own. Baji left to do his own thing, as did Chifuyu. You weren't sure what they were doing, but you didn't want to get involved with gang fights anyway.

Instead, you chose to go back to the store nearby your old apartment (well, technically, your current one, huh?). You haven't met the rest of the Toman members except for the 'Founding Members', but even then, you didn't want to join. They weren't your friends (well, in the past, you didn't consider them friends, but they probably considered you a friend), and you didn't want to be their friend.

Well, maybe you did.

It gets lonely, anyway. Having to repeat life over and over again, without knowing who's the cause (once you find out who's causing it, though...).

You look at the cashier, hands in your pockets as you slump over, eyes drooping due to exhaustion. You could feel yourself beginning to tire throughout the day, yet it was only the afternoon still, almost evening.

"Can I have one pack of cigarettes?"

✎______

You lean back against the wall, looking off into the distance, sighing. You had the pack of cigarettes in your hand, glancing around the area, putting a cancer stick in your mouth, letting it hang off from between your lips. Tilting your head, you let out a huff. You were only 15-years-old, yet you were originally 26-years-old at the start (or was it at the original? You weren't sure, too many things ran through your head, really).

Drip.

Ignoring the dripping sounds that slowly grew into pitter-patter, you didn't bother to light the cigarette, simply satisfied with the feeling of it on your lips. A small sigh was drawn out, your eyes gazing at the droplets of rain that splattered on the cement, sometimes getting onto your boots.

Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip—

Rubbing the back of your head, you glanced away, pushing yourself away from the wall. You begin to walk, not caring about the rain that made you damp, your hair flattening on your head. Ignoring it, you clench and unclench your fists, trying to still wake yourself up from this dream that seemed all too real (you wish you could wake up, but you never will).

You look up at the rain, humming, sometimes squinting due to the droplets hitting you straight in the eye. Your face twitches, but you shrug your shoulders.

"Rain's a bad sign, ain't it? Especially if it's heavy like this..." you say to yourself, walking on the sidewalk. "August 3rd... Huh. The day of the festival... Hm."

You close your eyes, shrugging once again.

Looking up at the rain once more, you say to yourself quietly, voice barely near a whisper, "...Is this a dream that I can wake up from, or is this a dream that I'm stuck in forever? Hm... I wonder..." you look back towards the road, "...if the world just hates me after all."

A small laugh left your lips.

"Yeah. The world hates me, for sure."

[leejungchans]

could you please write smth lee chan (svt) x reader (fluff and angst)? loved your cooking!soonyoung 💕

— gumusservi.

(n.) moonlight shining on water

part of the littera scripta manet series

word count: 0.8k

pairing: lee chan (svt) x gender neutral reader

warning(s): mentions of alcohol consumption, intrusive thoughts but nothing graphic/specific

genre: fluff, angst

summary: chan reminds you of the small beauties in life.

a/n: hi anon!! thank you so much and i’m glad to hear you liked soonyoung’s piece 🥺🥺 i’m really sorry this took a while bc i was finishing up a term paper :((( but i hope you like it 💕

It was supposed to be a fun camping trip by the beach, one where you, your boyfriend, and your friends could get drunk by the fire and exchange dumb stories.

Supposed to be.

You don’t know where the sudden bout of sadness and numbness came from, but then again, you’ve come to learn that not everything has a reason, especially not this.

As helpless as it makes you feel, you can only hope this feeling leaves as quickly as it had pounced on you.

You want to go home and bury yourself in a mountain of comforters. Not here on this beach, where the sand is suddenly too scratchy, the campfire too scorching, the hearty laughter of your company too grating—

Everything is just so, so much.

With a deep exhale, you stand up in midst of Seokmin’s story about—guiltily, you realise you’re not sure what he had been talking about all this time—and dust the sand off your pants, excusing yourself to the restroom with a weak smile.

No one questions your abrupt drop in energy, presuming it must be because of the tipsiness from the alcohol you all consumed. After all, Soonyoung had retreated back to his tent an hour ago (though not without the help of Seungcheol and Jeonghan), the drowsiness having finally caught up to him.

You walk in the direction of the public restroom, sand sinking beneath your every step. Being away from the fire with only the ocean breeze on your face seems to calm you a bit, and you pull your cardigan around you a little tighter as you approach the shoreline.

Within several minutes, you’re far away enough from your friends that the campfire resembles a glowing speck in the distance. You tell yourself that you’ll go back soon. You just need a few moments to yourself.

Perhaps you shouldn’t be sitting so close to the ocean, you realise when the water from the wet sand starts seeping through the material of your pants. Still, you ignore it in favour of looking over the horizon.

You hadn’t noticed the bright full moon before as you were so preoccupied with your company, but it’s impossible to miss from where you are now. You hug your knees to your chest, resting your chin on them as you silently watch the gentle waves lap at the shore, reflecting silvery light with every ripple.

You envy the moon. How wonderful it must be, being immune to silly mortal troubles, simply living a serene existence.

You’re not sure how long it’s been when you hear approaching footsteps. You turn your head to find Chan making his way towards you before he settles into the space next to you. The way you lean into his side is subconscious. It’s like you were made to fit together so perfectly.

“You were gone for so long that I got worried,” is all he says, voice so soft that the wind effortlessly picks it up and carries it away.

Chan doesn’t bombard you with questions as to why you haven’t returned or why you were taking so long without any notice, even though you think he has the right to given that you had wandered off in the middle of the night at a secluded beach.

You think he knows why; senses it before you even have to explain it with words.

He always does.

“One of those days?”

You hum quietly in confirmation, continuing to look out at the glimmering ocean. “It’s pretty here,” you offer. It’s not really why you’re here in the first place, but it’s nice to pretend that things are that simple; that you’re here merely for the view and nothing else.

You know you’ll eventually talk it out with Chan when you get home. But now, you just want one moment to yourselves where you can act as though everything’s okay.

“Then we’ll stay here for as long as you want.”

You finally find it in you to look at him. “What about the others?”

Chan smiles. It’s unfair how he’s always so pretty. He was already glowing when you were all sitting around the fire, radiating warmth without even having to try. But now, he’s simply ethereal. You admire how his delicate features are illuminated by watery pale light; how the golden flames in his eyes are replaced by a twinkle that rivals the stars above you.

He’s beautiful. So much so that he takes your breath away every time.

Chan reaches into his pocket to fish out his phone and waves it casually. “Already texted Vernon to let him know we’re safe.”

Reassured, you crack a small smile. “Then let’s stay here a little more.”

“Let’s stay,” he echoes before he presses a featherlight kiss to the top of your head, and your body relaxes in his hold as his arms come around to embrace you.

His hand finds yours, easily lacing your fingers together, and it’s that moment when you silently wish on the stars that his presence in your life will be like that of the moon.

Constant. Unwavering. Beautiful.

a/n: don’t mind me i’m just over here casually crying about chan :’) thank you for reading and i hope you liked this as much as i did writing it 🤍