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there is love that doesn't have a place to rest — ch. 1

pairing: finan x fem!oc word count: 2395 content warning: this fic deals explicitly with the trauma of sexual assault. while there are no drawn out, graphic scenes, it is made explicitly clear what is going on. for context: oc is uhtred's daughter and was captive in dunholm for all her childhood. proceed with caution. additionally, expect canon typical attitudes, behaviors, violence, etc.

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“no words appear before me in the aftermath salt streams out my eyes and into my ears every single thing i touch becomes sick with sadness 'cause it's all over now, all out to sea” –taylor swift, bigger than the whole sky

Ravna awoke in a blind panic, scrambling about her bed and gasping for air. The scent of smoke was heavy in her lungs, vision going hazy. She screamed up a storm, wailing as loud as she could. Surely someone would be able to hear and help. Something was keeping her trapped, holding her arms down. But the room was on fire. She knew it was. She screamed louder, head flinging back into her pillows. 

The door opened with such force that it flew from the hinges. Hazy as the smoke, her father stood in front of her. Her screams stopped as he came into focus, turning into gasping hiccups. 

“Oh, igða,” he whispered, sitting down beside her with a frown. He ran a hand down the back of her head and pulled her into an embrace as she began to sob against him. He shushed her gently, rocking both their bodies. “What is it? What do you dream of?”

“Fire,” she gasped, curling her fingers into the soft material of his shirt. 

He made a small noise, but did not stop rubbing her back. He hummed quietly to calm her, but it did not stop her racing heart. 

“Breathe,” he instructed. “You need to breathe.” 

“I cannot,” she said. 

“You must.” 

She tried, she really tried. She listened to the steady thrumming of his heart and his own quiet breathing. He brought his hand up and down along her spine, continuing his humming. He did this until the sun began to rise and filter the room with golden light and her eyes began to drift shut. He did this until long after her eyes drifted shut and his followed. 

It was Gisela who woke them hours later, Ravna’s little sister in her arms. Stiorra lept from her mother’s grip and onto the bed. The toddler giggled, smacking her meaty fists into Ravna’s face as her feet dug into their father’s stomach. 

“Devil child,” Ravna groaned, rolling away, hardly able to remember the dream from the night before. 

Stiorra giggled even more shrilly as their father grabbed her by the legs and tickled her viciously. Gisela smiled and looked to Ravna. She held out her hand and beckoned Ravna away from her father and sister. 

“You frightened me last night,” Gisela whispered, looping her hands around Ravna’s upper arm. “Will you tell me what ails you?” 

“I apologize,” Ravna said, bowing her head. “I hope I did not wake Stiorra or Feilan.” 

She thought of her little brother and his quiet, watchful disposition. He shared a name with their father, but she felt it too strange to call the little boy Uhtred. That was a man’s name, and Feilan was her little wolf. 

“It is no matter,” Gisela said. “It is you I worry about.”

Ravna glanced down, embarrassed. Gisela, seeming to notice this, tutted quietly and patted Ravna’s arm. 

“Do not fret,” Gisela said. “I am concerned. You have been plagued by these nightmares for a fortnight.” 

Ravna shook her head. “It is nothing. Merely dreams.” 

“Dreams have meaning,” Gisela said. “There is something haunting you.” 

Ravna frowned, uncomfortable with the attention given. She much preferred when everyone was fixated on Feilan or Stiorra, rather than her. She found it difficult when eyes were on her, reminding her all too well of how it felt to be caged.

“I know how to make a tea so that when you sleep, it is dreamless,” Gisela said. “Would you like me to brew it for you?”

“It works?” Ravna asked. 

“It does. I have used it many times.”

Ravna wondered what it was that haunted Gisela, who was a seemingly perfect woman. In the year since Ravna came to live with her father and his new wife, Ravna had not once heard Gisela even begin to raise her voice, and she was always kind to everyone. Whatever it was that tormented her, Ravna’s heart ached. 

“Thank you,” Ravna said. She tucked her hair behind her ears and looked around. “I will go down to the river later, I think.”

Gisela smiled at her. “More drawing?”

Ravna nodded, unable to meet the woman’s eye. Another thing that made Gisela so delightful was how she did not push conversation. She allowed it to ebb and flow, like water, and never grew upset when Ravna was no longer interested in keeping up with talking halfway through it. 

After eating—one whole egg and half an apple under her father’s careful supervision—and dressing in proper clothes, Ravna slipped from the hall and found her path through the woods. With expert feet, she made her way to the spot she found with Sihtric the summer she first came to live with her father and he was the only face she knew. It was at the widest part of the river that ran through Coccham’s wood, with weathered boulders large enough to sprawl on without fear of rolling off. 

In her eight years imprisoned at Dunholm, she rarely ever was allowed outdoors. No longer a slave, she could be free in the fresh air and sunlight. She would even take a miserable rainstorm over being inside all day. She needed to be far away from walls and locked doors. Even now, having been free from her dark prison for as long as she had been kept there, this was the only place she truly never felt caged. 

So, she sat on the rocks, lifted her face to the sun, and hummed quietly to herself as she drew. She listened to the world all around her; the rushing water, the birdsong, the rustle of leaves, the whistle of wind, the twigs snapping. She opened her eyes and sighed.

“I know you’re there, Finan.” 

His bearded face emerged from the brush.

“How in God’s name did ya’ know it was me?” 

She grinned. “Who else would my father send after me?”

“He is worried about ya’, ceann beag.” 

“He does not need to be. They are merely dreams.”

“Night terrors of the very thing that stole your family,” he corrected, maneuvering over the rocks and coming to sit down beside her. “Is his concern not so understandable?”

“No,” Ravna sighed, flopping backwards. “I still wish he would not.”

“Now, now. Worrying about you is something he will do until he stops breathing.”

Ravna rolled her eyes, knowing the warrior so often delegated to looking after her was right in his words. 

“I’ve been asked to bring you back for lunch,” Finan said.

Ravna nodded, expecting this. “Has the whole morning really gone by?”

“Yes,” Finan said, standing up and beginning his descent down the rocks. “And you might want to prepare yourself. The king is here.”

“What?” Ravna nearly slipped in her shock, but Finan swiftly steadied her. “Why?”

“I assume that is what we will come to learn.”

Ravna moaned miserably and took hold of his arm as she clambered down. She liked Finan for a great many reasons, but namely because he often understood her in a greater sense than her father did. Uhtred had been barely more than a child himself when Ravna came along, and then she had been so young when Kjartan took her. He never got to truly be her father and still struggled to see her as someone other than the five year old girl he watched get ripped from the flames of their burning hall. Finan, however, had been a slave for a great while when he met Uhtred on that slave ship, and he understood captivity in a more intimate sense than her father did. 

In all her grief, she was still a woman grown. 

“Must I really join them?” Ravna asked. “I’d much rather find wherever Osferth has skulked off to.”

“The King likes you for some reason only God, Himself, knows, lady,” Finan said. “He’ll be in a better mood if you’re there.” 

“Is that all I’m good for? Placating kings?”

Finan shot her a look. “Ya’ know that’s not what I meant.” 

She snorted and marched on. Whenever the king came to visit, he always brought with him a horde of guards and even more priests. They milled about the village, looking out of place in the casual comfort of Coccham. Finan was behind her with every step she took as though he were a shadow, as though he thought she were going to make a run for it. In all fairness, she was considering it. There were several other places she would have rather gone than the hall. But, she did as she was bid and walked inside. 

Sihtric was seated at the table a little ways down, which took Ravna by surprise. His wife had given birth to a son barely a week before and Sihtric had seldom left her side since then. She held in a sigh. This was surely important, then. She went to take a seat by him, but Finan held his arm out to stop her. He shook his head and gestured towards the head of the table where her father was sat. She bit the inside of her cheek and, again, did as she was bid. 

“Lord King,” she said, bowing her head in deference. 

He looked thinner, more gray, than he had when she saw him last during his daughter’s wedding. His health had been failing him for years, and Ravna could not help but wonder when his god would finally come for him. 

“Ravna, my dear,” he said, “you look well.” 

“Thank you, Lord,” she said, sitting down beside her father. 

Uhtred pushed a bowl filled with stew in front of her, and then placed a large bread roll in her hands. She ripped a small piece off the bread and dunked it into the stew. She hated eating like this, when so many eyes could fall on her. 

“I hear you have taken an interest in the Holy Book,” Alfred said.

Ravna looked down. She could hardly say she had taken an interest in Christianity, just that she was trying to understand more about the world. She did not understand the notion of something being both all good and all powerful. At least her father’s religion acknowledged that the gods were cruel and petty. She swallowed down the rising ball in her throat and forced a smile. 

“Yes, Lord,” she said.

What she did not say was that most of her lessons on Christianity were had with Osferth. She was confident the king would not like that, nor would his many priests. She glanced up to where Father Beocca was sat, across from her father and next to Finan. 

An old and trusted friend of her father’s from his childhood in Bebbanburg, Father Beocca had always been kind. When she lived with Thyra in the aftermath of Dunholm while her father still searched for a place to call his own, Father Beocca would visit often. She wondered where Thyra was—if she had joined the king’s party in their visit, or if she stayed in Winchester. Ravna had to assume the latter, if her aunt was not here at the table. 

“That is very good to hear,” Alfred said, an approving smile on his face. 

Her father nudged her shoulder with his, a twinkle in his eyes telling her that she was doing well. Warm in the face, Ravna looked down at her bowl and mushed the spoon around. Idle talk was made, and Ravna almost would have believed this to be a purely social visit. It was not until the bowls were cleared away and Alfred clasped his hands together atop the table that Ravna knew something dark awaited them on the horizon. 

“You are needed, Uhtred, at the northern border of Wealas,” Alfred said. “The Britons and Danes alike have been tormenting and raiding several villages and they must be beaten back.” 

Her father sighed heavily, as though he had been expecting this. Ravna frowned as well. She knew what this meant. Her father would ride off, perhaps to his death, and she would not see him for months. She would stay, without him once more, and Stiorra and Feilan would grow. Unable to bear it any longer, she excused herself at the earliest pause in conversation with the lie of having promised to help Gisela with the children. 

Her stepmother was outside behind the hall, sat on a large blanket with her two children sprawled beside her.

“What now?” Gisela asked with a sigh, noticing Ravna’s face. 

“Raiders from Wealas,” Ravna mumbled.

Gisela hummed, running a hand through Stiorra’s fine hair. “It never ends,” she said in a falsely happy tone, as if to not alert the children. 

Ravna pressed her lips together and sat down with her crossed over each other. Feilan’s head was at her knee, his eyes barely open. He had a sweet face and soft features, while Stiorra was far more severe—even at merely three years old. 

“Hello, my sweet,” she mumbled to her little brother. 

He wrinkled his nose and shifted so that he could use her thigh as a pillow. Stiorra, noticing her big brother, sat up from her position on her mother’s lap and crawled over to join Ravna and Feilan. Ravna smiled and began to mimic the motion Gisela had been making. 

“They love you very much,” Gisela said quietly.

Despite her ire at her father’s impending departure, Ravna preened a bit at the compliment. She loved her siblings fiercely, even if she had been fifteen when Feilan was born and eighteen when Stiorra came about. There were years and years of difference between them, but when they looked at her, they did not see the ghosts of Kjartan’s abuse. How could she not adore them? 

“And so do I, you know,” Gisela continued. She reached out and grabbed Ravna’s hand. “I know I am perhaps too young for you to ever view me as a mother, but please know I love you just as much as I do your siblings.” 

Ravna blinked, stunned. It was a precarious situation; her father being six years Gisela’s elder, and Gisela being only nine years Ravna’s elder. In another life, Gisela might have been a more sisterly figure. However, Ravna’s life was what it was, and Gisela was the closest she would ever come to a true mother.

“Thank you,” Ravna whispered, unable to say much more. 

[grimesapologist]

i had the MOST awesome day with ravn today, we were supposed to go to my friend jenny's cabin outside oslo and make music but both of us got up around 5pm. (cause ravn was working at a bar the night before - a bar I also went to after seeing a really cool exhibition - anyways we both got home late and woke up late)

anyways, we didn't make it to the cabin, but we met up around 9 at her dad's place and went on a quest for food, we were thinking about nachos first, then pizza, but the metal bar that sells the pizza had closed the kitchen, so we walked around oslo for like an hour and eventually bought bread, pesto, cheese and alfalfa along with some snacks and beer from the corner store.

we took these snacks to a bar by the canal where they had a fire pit, which was awesome! we sat by the fire and drew some dog-fish hybrid creatures and came up with an awesome story about them, made a stupid but very funny meme about socrates and christmas, and toasted little cheese-bread-pesto-alfalfa open faced sandwiches in the fire for like hours maybe, until we realised it was 2am and the bar closed at 3:30 so we went to see some techno dj play, i met one of her friends from high school who was super nice, and we danced our asses off til like 3:30, the music was pretty good for being techno.

after we left the bar we ran into our good friend embla who was having a cigarette outside her apartment building before going in for the night (she had been at dinner and then at bar, i think), we sat and chatted with embla for like 20 mins sitting at this lunch table outside the apartment building til embla went up to her place cause she had work at 11, but the vibe at the lunch table was awesome so me and ravn set up there, had some more sandwiches and i mentioned how much i love hearing her talk passionately about guitar pedals...

we then proceeded to talk passionately about guitar pedals. for 2 hours in the cold, it was 2 degrees celsius and windy but i didn't feel it, and every time i caught my reflection in the window behind her while she was talking i had the biggest smile on my face, listening to her explain stuff like positive and negative polarity, talk about this one pedal which is the second model of something (it's a pog pedal btw) which sounds slightly less cool but also has an expression pedal input so is super cool because of that, she told me about the ambient sounding reverb pedal she already has which has a really nice reverse delay, but how this other reverb she has ordered that is stuck in customs has some other features that make it also super cool, and many more awesome things. we talked until my fingers were too cold and stiff to roll cigarettes and the shivers began to take hold. we then tried to figure out somewhere else to go, but at this point it was 5am and everywhere was closed and we were freezing to death, so we called it a night and are gonna hang out tomorrow and play some guitar.

i am very excited.

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[utilitycaster]

tagged by @burr-ell, thank you!

last song listened to: Your Best American Girl by Mitski...got tickets for the end of the summer so I'm going back through the catalogue.

currently reading: I just finished The Employees by Olga Ravn yesterday, and am now reading Fugitive Telemetry by Martha Wells, which is a hilarious juxtaposition on my part if I say so myself. I'm going to try doing this to people. "Hey! Do you like Murderbot? You'll love this experimental prose-poem novella meditation on transhumanism and workplace social dynamics!"

currently watching: I just watched the latest Game Changer but actually I find myself between TV shows (or between seasons of TV shows) at the moment. I do keep getting recommended The Gilded Age so I may check that out, but honestly due to my parents being hardline "television rots your brain" people combined with the fact that I watch a 3-5 hour actual play show once a week and a have been making a very successful concerted effort to read more this year I just haven't had the time.

currently obsessed with: blood oranges; time-loop media. Also I did really love the first Dungeon Meshi collection but the library is taking its sweet time in delivering me the second so The Obsession has not yet set in fully.

tagging: @essektheylyss, @the-relvin-temult

[fluffytsukino1009]

ONEUS reaction to see you wearing a bralette.

Summary: ONEUS members reacting to coming home and see you wearing a skimpy bralette.

Warning: Suggestive... Like it was supposed to be smut but you know I'm quite stupid.

A/N: Is it Y/N and Hwangwong or is it me and my boyfriend? lol + All the smut/suggestive content won't have the group name tags to respect people who don't feel ok with it.

Masterlist

Seoho

Thinks he can dissimulate but no. Takes a lot of time to take off his jacket because he's making time to stare at you a little longer. "How was your day?" says casually. You play the game for a while, share a few gossips heard from your friends, pretending not noticing he continue biting his lips. "But what about your day, love?" your smile wided when he walked at you slowly. "Hopefully... If it's ok for you... it's about to get better" holds you close by the waist and place a kiss to the edge of your lips.

Leedo

Wants to stare but doesn't want to stare. "I'll wait outside if you want me to" you had to laugh because it never crossed your mind he could be so shy. "C'mon, nothing you haven't seen before" you joked but he still turned his back at you and continue saying whatever he was supposed to say when he crossed the door. You fixed your clothes and let him know, he stared at you cutting off the talkin "You know, I kind of liked it better when you were just wearing that tiny top" Giggled and gained confidence before keep on talking.

Hwangwong

Burns in laught inmmediately and hates himself for it "Oh damn, I'm sorry". You try to cover yourself and he cover his eyes with both hands, apologizing to each other once and over again. "What are we doing?" you could hardly say through the laugh "I don't know, it was so unexpected" You joke about the weird reaction to such an casual scenario for a few minutes before breathing deep and calm down. "Anyway, I just came to say I bringed dinner… And feel free to come to the table wearing that"

Keonhee

"I'm kind of tired but if you gonna ask it like that" He joked as soon you crossed the bathroom door with your hair still wet. Hugged you tight and kisses both of your cheeks "You look so good" "I was just getting ready for bed" you took of his watch and rings before unbuttoning his shirt. He looked genuinely tired but still insisted in kissing your neck while you took off his belt. "You know I still gonna look pretty much like this tomorrow morning" tried your best to convince him to take a rest "Then I'll kiss you all over tomorrow morning too"

Xion

Delighted but chill, could and wants to stare at you for hours when looking that way but doesn't want to be creepy. "What are you wearing?" You had to wonder if that question was coming from a negative or positive impact "It's just... Leggings, socks, bralette... What's wrong with it?" He smiled playfully "Nothing wrong. I like the bralette, you should wear it more often." Hard to tell but he even seemed to blush in excitement "I have a blue one too. Wanna see it?" Answered with your favorite dirty grin.

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Ravn

"Oh, well. Oh, well. What a view I found" Honestly he made you blush a little but tried your best to keep the cool "What is that you like about the view, huh?" He sat at the edge of the bed and called you over "Is this new" touches the strap gently still smiling and you nod, takes a such a long time to stare at you that the heat started to crawl your body, preparing you for a make out session. "It's sexy but it looks so uncomfortable that even my chest hurt just to see it" He's also ready to get dirty but his priority is you feel comfortable.

[miagwynwrites]

Oneus reaction: you have a paranormal experience

A/N: Hello I apologize for Ravn’s basically being an entire fic. It was an accident. I meant for his to be short. I literally spooked myself too much so read with caution on his thanks. ALSO I AM WRITING THIS IN ALL CAPS TO GET MY POINT ACROSS. I WROTE THIS BEFORE RAVN LEFT SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE HIM YOU CAN EITHER SKIP HIS PART OR NOT READ THIS. YOUR DECISION IS NOT MY PROBLEM <3 the Oneus and Onewe boys are absolutely gorgeous omg ~ Tagging: @atinystaypixie 🦬

Leedo: you were getting ready for bed, doing your nightly bathroom routine and you just finished brushing your teeth when the lights all of a sudden went off. You simply thought it was the just an electrical problem but when you reached for the light switch the door to the bathroom slammed shut. You immediately flipped. You jiggled the doorknob with one hand and flipped the light switch on and off with the other, hoping the lights would turn back on. You were completely freaked out, it was dark and you were trapped in the bathroom. You found your voice and started screaming as loud as you could hoping your boyfriend would hear you. Fear was completely in control of the situation and you were hysterical banging your fist against the door and yelling. After what seemed like hours the door swung open and the light turned back on. You saw Leedo in the hallway a look of concern and fear on his face and your body moved on it’s own to him. “I heard screaming but the door was shut what happened are you okay?” Leedo held you in his arms and walked you clear to the other end of the house. “The lights went out and then all of a sudden I was trapped in the bathroom I don’t know what the hell happened it was so scary.” You clung to Leedo’s tee crying while he held you in his arms rubbing your back. “Let’s just watch tv til morning and then we’ll see if we can call someone to check out the electrical wiring..or calling a priest couldn’t hurt.”

Ravn: The house you and Youngjo were currently living in wasn’t an old house, it had a few years on it sure but it wasn’t like one of those old victorian homes where generations of people were murdered or died in. You even asked the relator before purchasing the house if it was haunted because Youngjo knew you had a fear of the spooks and you were told no. Despite all this there was definitely something going on in the basement and it was only when you were alone. Not just alone in the room but the sounds from the basement were only present when Youngjo was out of the house and off the property. There was an erie feeling you got whenever you passed the door to the basement. There was a padlock on the door because you put it there. It made you so uneasy walking past that door, it was a feeling that you had trouble describing, like you wanted to go down there but you wanted to run at the same time. You had mentioned a few times about the noises to Youngjo but he always told you it was probably rats. You clearly didn’t believe him. The longer this went on the longer you couldn’t take it. You would have nightmares about what could be down in that basement, what kinds of things happened down there, the sounds would keep you up at night and the sounds were awful noises. Distorted voices and screams that gave you chills and lots of banging and low humming noises. There were weeks at a time were you didn’t sleep because you couldn’t. You even stopped using all the rooms near the basement door because you couldn’t shake the feeling that something horrible was down there. Youngjo kept trying to tell you it was just your imagination and that there was a logical explanation but he was always trying to push the subject away.

One night Youngjo had called you to tell you he was on his way home and he was bringing his friends over. You found comfort in his friends, they were caring and you trusted them. Just having people over would definitely make you feel better and help keep your mind off the basement. “Do you want us to pick up anything special for you? Do want take out or should I cook for us all?” You were in your bedroom, the one you and Youngjo shared listening to upbeat and happy music but as you talked longer with Youngjo you started hearing the noises again. Your words were catching in your throat and Youngjo could sense something was wrong. “Babe, where are you? Where are you in the house right now?” There was concern in his tone of voice. “I can hear the noises again Youngjo. They are so loud and the screams are replaced with crying. Someone is crying Ravn. I- I need to go down there.” Your body moved on it’s own walking out of your bedroom and down the steps. Almost like you were in a trance. “Speed up dammit.” Youngjo spit at whoever was driving. He had to get home fast. He couldn’t figure out why you were calling him Ravn cause you never called him that. “Baby talk to me where are you? Go back upstairs and wait for me okay? Do not go down there.” Youngjo knew you needed some kind of bolt cutters to take off all the locks and when you asked him where they were his blood ran cold. “Youngjo, I can hear the voices more clearly now. It’s sounds like they’re having a party and they’ve invited me. Youngjo I’m scared, I can’t control myself.” You were confusing and concerning your boyfriend with your quick changing mood and your words almost like you were fighting with yourself, Youngjo felt like he was losing you to that basement. “Y/n baby listen to me okay, don’t open that door listen to my voice okay? We just pulled in the driveway talk to me. Focus on the sound of my voice.” Youngjo heard a thud that he only assumed was you dropping your phone to cut the lock and Youngjo practically busted the door down and ran for you his friends close behind. “Y/n no!” Youngjo pushed you off to the side and you dropped the bolt cutters the loud thud being enough to pull you out of whatever trance you were in and all the screaming and other sounds stopped. You looked up at your boyfriend and started mumbling apology after apology and sobbing. “Something was pushing me to go down there Youngjo, it was something evil I could feel it, it was messing with my emotions and my head-” Youngjo led you away from the basement and all the way back to the car. He held you in the backseat as you and his friends all drove away from the home. “I should’ve told you this but the relator got me alone and told me about the short but horrifying history of this place. I didn’t have the guts to tell you because I knew this was your dream home. I shouldn’t have accepted it I’m sorry. We’re staying in the dorms tonight and the boys will help us pack up our stuff in the morning and we are moving. I don’t want you in that house alone for one more second.”

Hwanwoong: it was movie night and you and Hwanwoong were watching a rom-com. All snuggled up on the couch with a bowl of popcorn with the only light being on was the lamp on the table next to the couch. You were so into the movie when you heard a noise and that caused you to jump, the bowl of popcorn falling off your lap and popcorn going everywhere. “Did you hear that?” you whispered at Hwanwoong.” He paused the movie to listen with you. He thought you were being ridiculously paranoid. “That’s just the wind or the neighbors or a raccoon or something.” When you heard it again you turned to Hwanwoong and he looked scared. “Ok that sounded like it was coming from the kitchen.” Hwanwoong stood up and you quickly grabbed onto him following close behind. You two were quiet as you made your way to the kitchen. The noise sounded like papers being shuffled or something moving across either the floor or the counter. You were scared and Hwanwoong could tell by how tightly you were holding on to his waist. He reached for the light switch and as soon as you saw the kitchen you screamed. Papers were all over the floor, some of the drawers and cupboards were opened, one of the chairs was knocked over and there was a glass bottle of ketchup that you both watched fly out of the fridge and crash against the opposite wall, glass going everywhere. You screamed again and ran out of the kitchen. Hwanwoong chased after you. You were sitting on the couch in tears. You couldn’t speak you were too scared. “I don’t know what just happened but don’t worry okay. Let’s go somewhere else for awhile and when our minds are clear we can come back and try to get to the bottom of this.” Hwanwoong sat next to you and pulled you into him. His arms wrapped around you stroking your hair as he consoled you. “I don’t want you to cry okay?”

Seoho: Something pulls you from your sleep. You see Seoho peacefully sleeping in front of you and as you roll over to check the time on your phone you freeze, the hairs standing up on your neck, your blood going cold. In front of the bedroom window just a few feet from your bed you see a figure standing there, a white glow around it. You can barely make out what it it before it turns it’s head to look at you and when it does you let out a scream so loud whatever it was disappears into thin air. You continue to scream in fear and an arm grabs you and you jump and scream again. “Hey hey shhh it’s just me Seoho, what happened? Why are you screaming?” Seoho pulls you into him, brushing your hair out of your face. You are breathing heavy and your heartbeat is so fast and loud Seoho can probably hear it. “I s-saw a g-g-ghost I- it was r-right over the-” you trail off and Seoho only smiles, the moonlight shining in to light up his face. “You had a another nightmare didn’t you?” Your eyebrows furrow, a little upset that he doesn’t believe you. “What? N-no Seoho, I swear I saw a full body, like a legit ghost over by the window and and when it turned to look at me it’s face, it’s face was..” you were gesturing around with your hands, tears still running down your cheeks. The image of the ghost burned into your mind. Seoho grabbed your hands and kissed them gently before helping you back into bed. “Whatever it was it’s gone now, you’re safe okay? Try to get some sleep.” Seoho held you close and you buried your head into his chest and tried think only happy thoughts.

Xion: heading to the kitchen for your afternoon snack was your favorite part of the day and usually went uninterrupted but today you got yanked into the bathroom by Xion. He slammed the door and he looked like he just saw a ghost. “Umm, so I have a delicious snack waiting for me downstairs and you decde it’s time to goof off in the bathroom?” Xion shakes his head, his eyes not meeting yours. “hey, what got you all upset love?” you ask lifting his chin up with your finger. When Xion speaks his voice is shaky and at a whisper. “I saw..I was walking out of the bathroom and I looked down the hallway towards the kitchen and I shit you not I saw a ghost.” You could tell he was frightened but you couldn’t help but laugh. That was until you heard light footsteps. You and Xion both backed away from the bathroom door. The hallway was always the lightest area in the house and the light color of the hardwood floor made it seem even brighter and made the bathroom look darker from the other side of the door. You and Xion both watched as a dark shadow passed under the door on the other side, the sound of almost childlike footsteps accompanying the shadow. You froze, your heart leapt in your throat. You felt Xion’s hand grab yours and squeeze. After it passed you waited and listened before you looked at each other and in a low and panicked voice said ‘ghost.’ It was almost comical what you did next. As if straight out of a cartoon you both reached for each other and held onto each other tightly shaking at the experience you both just shared. 

Keonhee: it was just another evening with Keonhee, you and him watching tv and relaxing after the day. You were flipping through channels until Keonhee agreed on something to watch. “You’d think with how much you like watching documentaries you wouldn’t be so picky about what it’s about.” You joked. Keonhee turned to you and laughed. “You only like the documentaries about food or animals. If I watch a doc I want it to be about history. Like the Victorian one we saw last week. That one was good.” You playfully hit him, “well I can’t help it I” You cut yourself off your eyes turning to the tv screen. The picture was turning fuzzy. “Seriously? We have a good signal. I thought static didn’t exist no more.” You turned to Keonhee who just shrugged his shoulders. Keonhee picked up the remote and flipped through a few channels and they were all the same. You both looked at each other in confusion. “Did you forget to pay the cable bill?” Keonhee asked. You were about to speak up when the screen changed colors. You were familiar with the colored lines and the black and white blocks but then the screen got even stranger. “Keonhee what is happening?” You were starting to freak out. You’d never seen anything like this. Keonhee and you both sat up on the couch, edge of the seat watching the screen become distorted. Neither one of you spoke, you couldn’t explain it. Keonhee grabbed your hand in his and gave you a squeeze. You were on edge and Keonhee could tell. That’s when a face showed up on the screen for a split second but it was long enough to get you to both scream and jump out of your seats. When you looked back at the tv it was back on like everything was normal. “You saw that too right?” Keonhee asked you. You just nodded really shocked. “What was that?” You and Keonhee were both on edge at what just happened but you tried to stay calm. “So I think ghost and I think we should call like 15 exocists or those people who rid ghosts of houses and I think I need a drink.” Keonhee and you both stood up and practically ran to the kitchen.

[stephanie-artdesign]

Ravn Throwback Timelapse 🌹❤️

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ONEUS PRINTS

[multistanisms]

Kallin's Masterlist

Just a post to help me remember what I’ve posted here and what I haven’t. Rofl. Some are linked from my archived blog vs my reposting them. ((Please note that Let Our Circle Be Unbroken is a tumblr exclusive right now, until we get further into the story. All other fics can also be found on Ao3.))

College Dorm [Shadowhunters - Malec]

Confessions of Obliviousness

Continued Friendships

Family Day Part One

Family Day Part Two

Moving Day

Soft Notes & Gentle Shades

Domestic Aesthetics [Idol x Reader]

Be My Forever - Ravn

Cocoa, Legos and Kisses - Seonghwa - ...Coming Soon...

Come Back Home - Hwanwoong - ...Coming Soon...

Melodic Memories - Yeosang

Merry Christmas, Darling - Yuta

Take a Break - Wooyoung - ...Coming Soon...

TBD - Jongho - ...Coming Soon...

Things to Be Grateful For - San

Twilight Hours - Hongjoong

White Day - Jaehyun - ...Coming Soon...

Horizon Boys [Mafia!Teez - San x Yeosang, Mingi x Yunho, Hongjoong x Wooyoung x Seonghwa]

Crisis of Love Part One

Crisis of Love Part Two - ...Coming Soon...

In the Morning Part One

In the Morning Part Two

Never Cross a Captain

NDA Compilation [NSFW - Kpop x Reader]

Forever, My Dear - …Coming Soon…

Save a Horse - demon hybrid!Hongjoong x Reader

Sk8r Boi - …Coming Soon…

Ten Song Challenge [Multi-Fandom]

Loving the Enemy - Final Fantasy VII - Reno x Cloud

Shared Souls - Shadowhunters - Alec x Jace

Let Our Circle Be Unbroken [Multi Kpop - Taeyong x Jaehyun]

Wrong Side of Heaven [Teen Wolf/Marvel - Peter Hale x Steve Rogers] Part One || Part Two

Missed Chances - Reno x Tseng

The First Confession - Blitz x Stolas

To Fall Apart - N/A

War of Hearts - Clint x Loki

More than Words - Alec x Magnus

Legacy of Snow - Minho x Jisung

Always & Forever - Erica x Boyd

Opportune Moment - Peter x Stiles

[idratree]

ONEUS getting head part 1

Warning: +18, blowjob, oral sex, dirty talk

this is just a fanfic so don't take it too seriously (inspiration credits @fluffytsukino1009)

RAVN

Squeeze your hair tightly with one of his hands while the other free hand brushes the loose strands from your face, his mouth was almost always open letting out low moans or with a wicked smile under his lips, also leaving his tongue in the corner of his mouth or biting his own lips, recording would be something he would most likely do, but if it weren't, his free hand would be in your hair at all times fixing it, would like to make you gag and look at the scene through a mirror.

"you're doing so well baby."

"you look so fucking good."

"you're such a good girl/boy huh?"

KEONHEE

he picks up your hair gently, caressing your strands cause he's afraid of hurting you or making you uncomfortable, he has long fingers so they tangle in the back precisely lightly squeezing but soon he returns with the caress on your hair, he is very vocal, his moans alternate between low and high as they are drawn out sound in a hoarse tone, he would push his hips and make you gag slightly, letting him chuckle and smirk.

"calm down, I don't want you to get hurt."

"fuck, that's right..."

"good job, baby."

LEEDO

he was combing your hair with his fingers, gripping it hard at the back, he was always trying to control his own moans but the ones that came out was deep and the few whispers sounded like growls, it would propel you to gag and followed by a giggle;

"swallow it for me my love"

"you like it huh?"

"I could spend hours looking at you likes this."

[foster-the-moths]

First thought for Jonah was the brush bronzewing, since they're flashy but still have that monotone brown color to go with Jonah's whole dyed hair thing. But also a swan could work I think... Or a golden pheasant maybe.

I feel maybe an eagle could work for Thatcher, y'know police and what not, but ALSO. Golden eagle Ruth and crested caracara Thatcher <3 !!!! Or hummingbird. That would also work I feel!

Also maybe Ravne or crow for Dave? Ooo or maybe a bluejay.... Or barn owl.. cause they r commonly thought to be the reason for so many ghost sightings despite being just a friend... Like how Dave is just a friend who accidentally caused hell oops !

Evelin is a secretary bird. She should kick and stomp and KILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! they also kill snakes so ^^ symbolism !

this ask is a godsend because i know very little about birds

of course you send me a pigeon /POS SLDFSLFJSDFLSFJ okay brush bronzewing looks cool but golden pheasant has cool long tail... idk im gonna have to think more about this. these are good suggestions but i feel like theres a specific bird out there that fits him and i need to go on a 3 hour minimum wikipedia deepdive to find it.

also i LOVE golden eagle ruth i love golden eagles and it fits her well. i was sort of thinking some sort of owl for thatcher? but the crested caracara looks cool too so. idk

barn owl dave slaps but also consider. penguin dave. it would be funny and i'm pretty sure someone in the dream was a penguin but i can't really remember. idk i think he should be a goofy bird bc he originated as a joke character.

evelin as a secretary bird slaps SO HARD. girlie KILL!!!!!!!!! girls that MAIM!!!!! the snake killing symbolism is so so perfect.

i think alt!gabriel should be a peacock. idk for the other alts.

[halalwife]

some books i enjoyed reading this year

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poetry

— read a lot of work by Mary Oliver, her writing rlly pulls at my heart

fiction

1. The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera

2. At Least We Can Apologize by Lee Ki-Ho (sooo weird i loved every page)

3. The Employees by Olga Ravn

4. This Thing Between Us by Gus Moreno (creepy)

5. Alone With You In The Ether by Olivia Blake (i’m not typically a romance girl but this book was GOOD)

6. They by Kay Dick (some dystopian fiction to trigger an existential crisis)

7. Pure Colour by Sheila Heti

8. Pachinko by Min Jin Lee (if u wanna feel every emotion possible)

9. The Trouble With Happiness by Tove Ditlevsen

10. Cold Enough for Snow by Jessica Au

11. A Pale View of Hills by Kazuo Ishiguro

12. Where Reasons End by Yiyun Li (tears)

13. Cleopatra and Frankenstein by Coco Mellors

14. The Inseperables by Simone De Beauvoir

15. The Lonesome Bodybuilder by Yukiko Motoya

16. A Clean Marriage by Sayaka Murata (unconventional and quirky)

17. My Brilliant Friend by Elena Ferrante (my fellow ferrante fans where u at??)

18. The Pachinko Parlour by Elisa Shua Dusapin (yes yes yes)

19. White Nights by Fyodor Dostoevsky (funny and engaging)

20. Valentino and Saggitarius by Natalia Ginzburg

21. Family and Borghesia by Natalia Ginzburg

22. The Invisible Man by H.G. Wells (sci fi fiction, this was hilarious)

23. Bliss Montage by Ling Ma (chef’s kiss)

24. Recitatif by Toni Morrison (still think about this)

25. The Hour of The Star by Clarice Lispector

[sarahscribbles]

Hej Flot Ravn,

Loki, darling, it is still chilly where I live, but the sun is shining beautifully. Would you like to take a long walk with me? I don't handle the cold very well, but I've heard it's preferable for you. In fact, this country might feel rather familiar to where you grew up. We might even run into a few ancient depictions of you from a few thousand years ago, and you could tell me the real stories, and what we mere mortals got wrong. And if my little mortal body does feel too cold, I do hope you'll hold me tight.

Kærlige hilsener, knus og kram

Peb

Hej, kære pige

My darling, I would enjoy nothing more than taking a walk with you. I would hold your hand while you show me all the favourite parts of your city, and of course I would wrap you in my arms if it became too cold.

I imagine your voice is beautiful - musical and relaxing and full of comfort. How I would relish listening to you speak for hours on end, darling girl. Perhaps you could indulge me by telling me all about the rivalry between the Norse and Danes? It intrigues me so.

Al min kærlighed

[royalpanda97]

Missing Ravn hours ~ 🫧

[ebatothemoon]

In defense of ONEUS and RAVN

I still remember how seeing those accusations felt. A pot of boiling water was being poured onto my head. I looked at my wall, then my few ONEUS albums, then back to the wall. My eyes were spitting fire. I distanced and distracted myself to pretend I can handle this without pressure, I found an excuse to have some laughter and joy for a couple of hours. Then, days of missed sleeps, worrying days, anxious waitings, trying to dig into small pieces of hope that it is just a terrible nightmare… they came along. I kept track of those days without being able to cure anything. Then, I learned from those loyal fans who truly bothered themselves to find the inconsistencies in those serious accusations. I got encouraged to bother myself to translate those documented inconsistencies to my own native language to help another fan page, to help RAVN, to help ONEUS by hoping to cure people from those sickening mindsets. In the face of burnt bridges, the symbolic/literal attempts being shown to the members as if fans were showing bats under the table, them carrying all this burden after a marvelous era and right before a world tour, probably the worst timing ever that an artist can witness, seeing all the effort being put out there to save them from this disgusting situation leading to cracks is heartachingly sad. ONEUS and RAVN are not only the victims of this scandal. They are the victims of such abusive treatment from their company and from so many fans.

Beforehand, RBW’s immediate action on taking care of the situation is an aspect I still appreciate. The problem starts with they have done afterwards: the fansigns, the cut-out edits, the ridiculous announcements... At the core of these insensitive steps until now, I wish they would just not keep on organizing those fansigns. I wish members would not have to carry all that burden on their shoulders. We cannot know what was in their mind, maybe they thought they could cool down the situation, maybe they thought they could find comfort in the time of chaos but what has been speculated at those fansigns were not worth the effort they put out there. I’m sorry but I just can’t forget Hwanwoong’s eyes and his tightened throat… Was this all worth it really? If yes, at what cost?

To the fans who have put the slightest effort to let this happen by not calming themselves to wait for a proper justice and using such a serious scandal carelessly for their own egoistic choices to legitimize all the superficial hatred agenda towards Ravn, the truth reveal itself one way or another. The question is, will you be able to face your conscience when you realize your populist actions have not only undermined his whole effort in ONEUS’s music and chemistry, how he touched members’ and lots of fans’ lives gently but also you have acted ignorantly and insensitively about SA and the true victims of such traumatizing incidents? If members’ tearful, truly vulnerable and reminiscing, not your “uwu oppa is so cute” moment of ments on the first concert day made you not realize that, I don’t know what else would do that.

Still on this day, hats off to ONEUS to bear with this burden someway, somehow in such a disaster timing of their careers. Lately, I have been seeing comments about them acting unprofessional and fans getting disappointed because of them pushing this 5-member agenda this fast and out loud. I invite you to a moment of empathy, please. Imagine that you have just gained a really important momentum in your career, collecting trophies left and right, you are about to go on a world tour, one of the most essential ways for artists to make actual money, and then bam! Just couple of days  before the world tour, ONEUS had to adapt themselves to their new reality and we don’t have a single clue whether they got through it or not. They even had to act faster than us because at the end of the day, it is them running from schedule to schedule to keep their career safe, not us. What were we expecting really? Them cancelling shows, them unwillingly perform at the shows and put their image at risk? If not acting accordingly, how are they going to continue their schedules? I am not saying this is how it should be but unfortunately, this is how it should be in this industry. I wish it would not be like that and we would talk about these transparently. You don’t have to agree on it but still acknowledging and respecting their side would help to process their situation as well. Let me tell you, the timing of this is sh#t yet they are professional af and that’s why it hurts this much. I wish we could have treated each other’s wounds in another time, not in these conditions…

Still on this day, hats off to RAVN for his legacy on ONEUS. I hope we get to hear his side whenever he is ready to reflect on it. Even if I hate this, his decision on leaving the group is his way of showing respect. In my view, he did not want to be the cause of the possible shades to be thrown in the future to the name of ONEUS and if this is not an act of loyalty, then I don’t know what it is. Yet it does not change the feeling of mine that I am forced to say an unwilling goodbye to a brother who loved this idol life in his own glamourous ways, showed how staying humane and humble in this disgustingly competitive industry still matters, was not afraid of sharing pure love and caring to the members and us, inspired me how to look myself beautifully at the mirror. Today’s me is not afraid to show this affection and appreciation to him and tomorrow’s me, whatever the outcome is going to be, will not be disappointed in yesterday’s me for showing this sincere admiration to ONEUS and RAVN.

Last but not least, to all ot5+1, everyone of us is healing in their own paces. Your encouraging and sincere words on this virtual universe is my reason to start writing a blog and I hope we can heal each other’s wounds carefully. Thank you for your inspirational stance in this time of chaos. Sending big and warm hugs to all of you!

[belphies--pillow]

I spent about an hour trying to draw a cat with a rose on my tablets' editing app to put on the instgram story I made for Ravn 😭 I am definitely not a good digital artist, but I think it's cute and I hope he likes it.