#living in those places and belonging to those classes would use 😭

[swallowtail-ageha]

Imagine a translation of the Satyricon where instead of proper italian they use campanian and crotonian dialects... shall never happen but imagine...

[jungkookslittlecarrothoe]

Wolfblood -

1 chapter

pairing: Jungkook x Oc reader, OT7 x Oc reader, Fem! reader.

genre: fantasy!AU, Werewolf!AU, Angst,eventual Fluff, eventual SMUT

Warnings: +18 for eventual smut and references to blood and death, bullying.

note: story still in development. English is not my first language.I hope this story goes well 😭

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Silverwood High School isn’t far from the city center—but it feels far from home.

I live on the outskirts of Silverwood, right by the forest.

Every morning I used to wake up early and run through the forest as the wild animal I am. It’s one of those instincts you are born with, for the ones just like me and my family, an uncontrollable force that pulls you into the wilderness of the nature.

Many times my family and I would shift to our wolf form and prowled for hours and hours through the trees…just to feel free. The crunching of leaves under your paws, the whisper of the wind in your ears, the sound of the river and lake water flowing in the distance, all the animal sounds of nature create a symphony that turn this place into heaven on earth, where all you can feel is belonging.

But now, I’ve kind of stopped doing my morning prowls in the forest. I’m forced to take the bus and arrive to school 20 minutes earlier, since it’s the only bus available in the morning from where I live.

Silverwood isn’t a big city; it’s known for its commerce in wood and cotton.

A city that thrives on its natural resources for the most part. The most elite part of Silverwood is the circle of politicians —starting with the president of the city and his counselors.

While the city itself is small and its people are mostly humble, there’s a certain power that comes with being close to the political elite. They live in large, gated estates at the heart of town, almost mocking the working-class neighborhoods. The outskirts where I live are typically where fishermen reside- usually the place smells awful. But for the wolf’s heightened senses it stinks even more, completely different from the earthy scent of the ground and trees.My father is one of the many fishermen of our city while my mom works from home. Silverwood may not be a bustling metropolis, but it thrives in its own way, quietly dominated by its leaders, who walk through the streets as if they own the entire land. Many families struggle with economic problems in our city but it seems that the ruling elite has little interest in helping them…

I sink into my seat, surrounded by familiar faces I don’t really know. The bus rattles over a pothole, jerking me forward. I sigh, leaning my head against the window. The forest feels so far away now. No crunch of leaves under my feet, no scent of damp earth, no crisp morning air. Just metal, gasoline, and the faint stink of someone’s breakfast sandwich. I miss home.As a human I absentmindedly stare out at the familiar streets of Silverwood, but as a wolf my instincts tell me that something might happen today.

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-“What’s your name again?”

The probably-50-year-old-man asked me, catching me off guard as I was gazing out the hallway window.

-“Jeon Jungkook,sir”.

-“Well, Jungkook let’s head in. You’ll introduce yourself to the class. Is that alright?

-“Ok, sir.”

-“Call me Professor Jang”, He smiled and, with his calloused hand, opened the classroom door.

After greeting the class and setting his bag down on the teacher’s desk, Professor Jang announced loud and clear, “Today, you’ll have a new classmate. I sincerely hope you won’t make a bad impression on him.” He said this with a forced smile. He didn’t necessarily look like a bad person, but he had that typical teacher vibe: boring and retirement-bound. Yet, to Jungkook, he seemed like a good professor.

“ Uh… I’m Jeon Jungkook. I’m 17, from Liftville.” I clear my throat. “Uh, nice to meet you all, I guess.”

The silence in the room was deafening. I glanced at Professor Jang, and he responded with the same awkward smile, “You can sit there, Jungkook.” He pointed to a free desk near the wall, and I quickly made my way there. I sat down and looked at the person next to me—a boy with blonde hair and puffy cheeks. He wore a massive hoodie that practically swallowed him whole.

The lesson started before I could even introduce myself properly and try to make a new friend.

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After class ended, I glanced at the boy to my left and asked “ Hi, what’s your name?”. He lifted his head to look at me confused and answered in a shy voice “ Um, my name is Park Jimin”. I smiled and extended my hand as a sign of friendship “ Jungkook”. Before his hand could shake mine, someone swiftly came between them.

“ Finally, some eye candy in this dump,” a silky voice drawls in front of me. I turn to see a girl with sleek black hair, pink eyeshadow, and lips glittering like a magazine ad. She leans in slightly, eyeing me up and down like a wolf sizing up its prey.

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Fuck,fuck,fuck.

These are the only words in my head as I basically sprint to class after accidentally skipping the first hour. Accidentally because I “accidentally” fell asleep on the bus and when I woke up fortunately, but not really, I was only two stops away from the one where I usually get off at for school. This has never happened to me before, so the weird feeling I had this morning, the gut instinct that something was wrong, has officially been confirmed.

I finally find my class just as Professor Jang has already left. After quickly adjusting my disheveled hair and uniform, I try to slip in unnoticed. But, of course, my prayers go unheard

“ Guys, look who’s running late? The dirty smelly dog”.

Brianna, the bitch of the class.

Her usual pack of friends bursts into laughter, sneaking side-eyes at me like little hyenas. I grip my bag tighter, biting down the instinct to snarl something back. Not worth it. I just roll my eyes and move on—except I send a well-aimed death glare, especially at the queen witch in the center. I glance around the room but don’t see Jimin anywhere. With a sigh, I turn to leave and look for him. But because today is clearly not my day, I don’t notice someone stepping into the classroom at the same time I’m rushing out.

Thud.

Our chests collide hard.

Something cold and sticky seeps into my uniform, clinging to my skin. I freeze. For a second, I can’t process it—then I look down. Pink yogurt drips down my shirt like an ugly stain of humiliation.

Then, my jaw tightens as I drag my gaze up, ready to unleash hell on the idiot who just became the last straw of my day, expecting to see yet another one of this school’s walking headaches.

A few seconds.

“Oh my god, I’m so so sorry. I-I didn’t see you coming” the guy stammers .

Wait.Who is he?

That was the second thing that I thought, the first one was full-blank.

He’s a new face.

He had black hair, strong chest ( I definitely felt that) and soft-looking skin. I couldn’t see his eyes as he was still looking down at the mess we made. His eyelashes are long. Pretty too.

He finally looks at me.

For a split second, the world around us fades. My vision pulses—gold flickers at the edges of my sight, and in his eyes too. An electric jolt shoots through me, like the snap of a bond forming, ancient and unbreakable. My chest tightens with something unfamiliar yet right. I know him. Not his name. Not his face. But something in my soul has known him before..

“Don’t worry”.

I mumble before turning on my heel and escaping straight to the bathroom to wash up . Jungkook looked down at his half full yogurt and back up to the girl he accidentally stained the shirt of.

“Jungkook, my yogurt!!” The high-pitched voice snaps him out of his thoughts. Brianna. The same girl who had practically thrown herself at him earlier when he was talking to Jimin.

He walks towards her and her group, who are watching him with amused eyes.

“ Sorry,” he says, handing her his untouched yogurt. “Here, take mine. It didn’t spill.”

“Awww, boys, take notes—this one’s a sweetheart,” she coos before leaning in and kissing his cheek.

The laughter of her friends rings out. Jungkook forces a small smile, but he can’t shake the weird sensation of her sticky, glossy lips on his skin. And for a split second, his mind flickers back—to you.

To the weird, unexplainable feeling when your eyes met.

Did you feel that too?

[beloveds-embrace]

I don’t mean to be cruel 😭

But I really don’t know I was like furiously typing out my opinion and few sprinkles of thoughts

I’ll try to remember. But this is a shit attempt at scraping what I can from the corners of my brain.

It was something about how I absolutely adore the rabbit hole of misery and jealousy and worthlessness they’re going down. It just scratches that itch in my soul that’s been there ever since even the servants were comfortable mistreating her like that.

Very much deserved in my humble opinion. They have to grovel and beg for forgiveness and even then…we’ll think about it when we get there.

But oh ho ho I’m thinking duchess who breaks the norms of her era. The reason all the old men and women fear her and the young ones adore her.

They’re afraid of her mind, her speculations, her forced smiles and upturned nose, her opinions because what is a woman doing with these thoughts? These plans and innovative ideas that would otherwise be a breakthrough if it was a man’s mind that brewed them.

They love her mind, her attentiveness, her sweet soul, her patience and wise words, her drive to learn and become a woman that works with her destined lucky husband not for him, her figurative wings that she wraps around those who need them the most because she is an angel, a savior. Upper class or commonwealth, her doors - and arms - are open to all. For them to take that flame into a new home estate and snuff it out? Nah. You’re not, by all means, the reason she will wither away. No. You can’t stop duchess from being a beacon. You won’t.

And that bouquet, dear readers, was just the beginning. All this time, duchess has always been there. It wasn’t that she stopped being duchess, but in those cold, harsh winds extinguished her flame. That bouquet of roses - that those men are yet to know who had the audacity to disrespect a duke and attempt to “court” his wife - flipped a switch. Duchess, oh so kind and sweet duchess, sent a reply eventually. A mere thank you letter for the polite sender, that there was no need because she was their duchess, what is she if not a beacon for those souls that seek her out ?

She counts herself lucky, a woman with great power, grand wealth and magnificent mind and the kindest of hearts. Collective punishment will not heal the wounds inflicted on her undeserving self, so she stood up and lived. For herself. For them. She lived.

It snowballed, dear readers. Gifts, thank yous, dedications, business offers, investment plans (!!) all came in the form of letters and scrolls sitting on her desk, waiting to be addressed. Duchess got busy and rich and she reaped what she sowed and it shows.

It shows in the form of a gift from a French seamstress - new to town, best of the best -, fabrics and designs that scream Duchess and has the old hags ladies squirming with jealousy and ire because how dare she outshine us with her beauty and brilliance.

It shows when she has Ser X - a warrior she vouched for when his reputation and swordsmanship were on the line and he was to be chained, forbidden to see the daylights again. A man on his knees ready to bare his neck to the world to protect hers. Oh but he’s not the first, duchess reads her books, she does her homework and she knows politics. And what does the duke think of this? Having men begging her to allow them the honor to stand at her beck and call…

It shows when she asks the butlers for a cabinet to be placed in her study to keep letters, parcels, pottery and figurines, gifts and trinkets made by dainty little hands that belong to the residents of an orphanage she established and visited religiously because she doesn’t need to didn’t get to birth children, those are her children and she is their duchess.

It shows when in her loneliness, she hired a maid she handpicked herself (think: the one that found her sick and neglected in another au and decided she didn’t take jack shit from anybody she’ll take care of duchess herself). Said maid becomes her friend, a companion in those long empty halls of finally respectful servants and four nagging obsessive men. Someone she shares her laughs and -occasionally- tea times with. Someone she trusts with her belongings and in turns shows them the utmost care and respect that might just have the original staff wishing they treated her better back then.

Our duchess…she’s a beacon, and she’ll be damned if she lets her demons and their slaves pull her back into hell.

This is literal shit I swear the original version was so much better😭😭😭

THIS IS A MASTERPIECE 😭😭 an absolute masterpiece omfggg i love her being a beacon of hope and the way you’ve described it here? Scratches all my right spots you are a marvel i swear 😩💕💕 this is absolutely wonderful and I feel so, so happy you shared it with me!! 🫶🏼💕

also no. It isn’t shit banish that thought immediately 🙅🏻‍♀️ you said in another ask that English isn’t your first language and it isn’t mine either so no worries and no apologies needed!! ❤️

[heyftinally]

Swifties do love setting Taylor up.

Just what I saw on Twitter Yesterday:

1989 is a pop Bible that everybody knows. - Well if it's trash maybe.

Reputation is hip hop ??? - What?

Reputation is goth Rock ?? - Lol

That Reputation is also supposed to be R&nB - like where?? wtf?

And her new album the Treacherous Dead Poets Default is an album with a new sound.

Or this yt lady on tt that was claiming that no other artists has transcended genres as successfully as taylor did. 😭 And she mentions Rock? Girl where? And literally there are tons of artists who did it way better than her.

Or that one video which they have now deleted bc taylor was getting dragged. It was a video of her just walking on stage and singing (not live) and the caption was like: I can't believe she was doing that for the first time. ' - Some small part of me does feel sorry for these delusional fanbase. Cause she has the highest grossing tour right now. Big emphasis on right now cause that record is not forever. Anyways they can not post much about her performance anywhere without people using it to drag her. Cause let's face it. She can't perform. She's not serving. She's giving nothing. Her dancers slay more than she does.

Pffffft Taylor went from pop country to pop and never changed again. Slightly different vibes? Sure. Still pop. She wouldn't know rock if it smacked her in the head.

Missy Elliott is hip hop. Early P!nk (ie Most Girls) is R&B. Sumo Cyco is goth rock (+ others, but still). Taylor Swift wouldn't touch any of those genres with a 10ft pole, and quite frankly she'd suck at them if she tried lol.

She doesn't "transcend genres", and considering she can't even make different versions of pop sound good, I think we know why.

And no, she can't perform. Let me flex my expertise here: I'm a trained dancer. Specifically with 26 years of training in tap, jazz, ballet, theater, and contemporary, with additional training in commercial/street jazz (aka music video and tour choreography) and various other styles in sporadic classes. I've literally been choreographing since I was about seven years old, and have been analyzing commercial choreography since I was 15.

That said,

Her performances are not only weak, but they show me that her tour choreographer either

Doesn't exist and she created all of her own "dancing" herself

Doesn't know how to adapt choreography for someone with virtually no dance technique

Actively has something out for Taylor and is trying to make her look bad

I'm going to reference "Look What You Made Me Do" from the Eras tour, because that's the most recent and clearest to illustrate my point

A video of the performance in question, for reference.

Okay, first off, right off the bat, her hand floating on her hip looks awkward and uncomfortable. It's giving "over-excited 8yo at recital". For someone with as much experience as she has performing, I'd expect her to look more settled in her beginning pose. She looks like she's overthinking, and thus it looks under rehearsed.

Then we have that flexed hand - yes it's a nit pick, but that pose belongs very few places outside of a 6yo's tap dance.

Movibg on, her robotic movements look messy as fuck. Sharp isolations like that are HARD. A lot of dancers with years of training struggle with getting the kind of sharpness you would expect to see from that choreography. And on the scale of a stadium like she's in, everything is amplified. If it's messy, it's going to look five times as messy as it might on a smaller scale, because the further away the audience is, the more detail gets lost. So you're movements need to be SHARP in order to translate to the audience. Add to that that this is clearly filmed professionally/intentionally, and it really just looks unprofessional/poorly planned.

Meanwhile the things like the "don't like you" scolding (besides looking childish) are so small that you wouldn't see them beyond the front row. When you're choreographing even for a normal stage, the #1 rule is make everything BIG and intentional. If you're kicking, you're hitting AT LEAST a 45° angle, and with the force of trying to kick the winning soccer (football) goal. Taylor doesn't do that. Those movements are small, sad, and weak, and it honestly looks lazy. I know a 10yo currently doing a competitive dance solo to this song, and I shit you not that 10yo is 50x more interesting to watch perform than Taylor.

So yeah, her music has been one note since Fearless one note (uninspired pop), and her "stage presence" is about on par with an 8yo who doesn't want to be here.

[peppermint003]

i thought i was ready....i was totally not ready...

a school?! this reminded me of when we used to have fire drills on campus

“i want to be pushed up against the wall, not thrown around like a rag doll” lol 😂 newt is absolutely right

thomas is a great leader!

just thinking about an explosion and a fire at a school gives me high anxiety!!

what the hell happened to this kid to get his hands that badly burned 😢

hmmm this kid is hiding something and she knows it

another kid with the same burned hands...?

this is sounding suspicious...

oh she is not having any of their bs !

wait. did these kids cause the explosion ?!

i’ve skipped class once in high school ....and i felt the worst guilt ever...hated it 😅

oh my god, poor kid....he must feel so scared and guilty 😭

there is one more kid in there!!!!!!!

she is so intuitive, like she has a great gut instinct for these kinds of things!! she just fucking knows when something isn’t right! and she has always been right about them! it’s probably all the practice she has had in her job or that’s just the person she is...maybe both but my god she is a natural at figuring these things out and she immediately springs into action to do what is necessary to save those that need saving!!! 🙌🏼👏

it’s been hours ?! hours and that kid is still in there ?! 😱

here she goes....into yet another burning building...she is basically a fire fighter now too!

“fine, but stick by my fucking side and don’t take a step away, okay?” yess please! cause bad things seem to happen when you don’t stick together!

here they go...

wait. don’t separate.

oh she found him!!!

hold on kid! hold on! 🥺

risk it?! risk it?! oh my god!

as much as it gives me anxiety...she is right about giving the kid her mask!

“....don’t fall behind” easier said than done

she lost him! nooo!

oh thank fuck! she is one smart, tough and brave girl...she made it out!!

she never gives up!!!! 🙌🏼

how wholesome! newt and brenda so worried about her and waiting for her!! 🥺

“you think you’re a damn firefighter, i swear it” that’s what i said too!!! 😅

she was looking for tommy 😍

oh shit. thomas.

😭 oh, i love how much he cares for her! i would even dare to say he loves her!! 🥺

“i got stuck, tommy. that’s it, i’m sorry, okay? i wouldn’t be able to live with myself if i knew that kid was in there and i let him die to save my own life” i love how her and tommy are so compassionate! they both know how dangerous and risky their job is and it sucks worrying about something bad happening to someone they care about but that comes with caring and loving someone! i love that at the end of the day they both just want to make sure each are okay and safe and be with each other! both their jobs are dangerous but they are damn good at what they do! 💕

wait.

did i read that right?!

wait.

“...i love you...”

the kiss!!!!!

she kissed him!!!!!!!!

oh! my! god! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!

hallefuckinglujah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (quoting dob)

fucking fireworks everywhere 🎇🎆🎇🎆🎇🎆🎇🎆🎇🎆🎇🎆🎇🎆🎇🎆🎇

she! gave! him! that! breathtaking! kiss! 🙌🏼

dude, they couldn’t wait any longer! they belong together! they feel it; they know it! they are meant for each other! 💘

“i’m sure they can wait a few more minutes, i’ve waited months to get here with you” hell yeahh, long overdue!

oh my god! newt made a bet!!! he fucking knew it!!! newt is like her and tommy’s biggest cheerleader!! 😂🥰

gasp!! a double date with her and tommy and newt and derek, yaaaaaayyyyy!!!!! 🥰

sis, it all worked out! everything settled into place where and when it was meant to! she did it, she is home, they are all home! she found her home, her place, her family!! 💖

my pillow is now fluffless but it was all worth it! 😌

smoke and fire (17)

word count; 8202

summary; after a dangerous call, neither of you can handle the waiting around anymore, and everything finally bubbles over.

notes; you’re welcome.

warnings; descriptive injury, reference to death, reference to arson, minor character injury.

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