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kinardsevan · 8 months ago

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the rhythm of your heartbeat

The first time it happens, Tommy wasn’t even supposed to be there. He’s coming off from a twenty-four-hour shift and Evan’s been sick for four days with the flu. Initially, they had avoided one another because of the illness. Still, Tommy had decided midway through his shift that he couldn’t go another day without seeing his boyfriend, which is how he found himself tiptoeing into Evan’s loft at eleven PM.

The apartment is fairly dark, and mostly silent except for some ambient sound coming from the TV in the loft. He toes his shoes off at the door and then heads up the stairs, walking up them as quietly as possible. As he comes to the top of them, he can see Evan curled up facing towards the stairs, snoring softly. He drops his work duffel near the side which he’s claimed as his.

He ducks into the ensuite bathroom and slips out of his clothes, dropping them into the hamper. They spend enough time between each other’s places at this point that all the laundry gets washed together. Granted, there have been a few items Evan conveniently fails to return, but Tommy’s not complaining.

He slips back into the bedroom in just his briefs and stops at the dresser Evan recently invested in. The younger man has enough clothing and other accessories to take over his entire closet, and when sleepovers started becoming more common, he wanted Tommy to have space as well, leading to said purchase.

The fresh laundry is still in the basket on top of it, and Tommy pushes a few things around before pulling out a clean t-shirt and sweats, both of which Evan has commandeered for himself in the last round of laundry. He slips into the clean clothes before walking back around the bed and sliding into it. Evan doesn’t stir, but still lets out a soft sigh, as though he’s aware of Tommy’s presence then.

He’s midway through a news article on wildfires in Australia when it starts. At first, it’s just a few twitches, which leads him to card his fingers through Evan’s hair as he has on so many nights before. However, instead of that calming him down, it seems to only exacerbate the issue. Instead of settling, he starts to thrash in the blankets and begins clawing at his throat.

“Evan,” he murmurs, setting his phone aside and sliding down on the bed as he shakes his shoulder. “It’s a nightmare, baby.” He pulls gently at Evan’s hands to keep him from hurting himself while his other hand remains in his hair, still trying to calm him. He’s babbling incoherently, but Tommy can hear the panic rising in his voice. Tommy shakes him again, this time a bit more firmly. Evan’s hand shoots up, but Tommy catches him by the wrist before he can hit him. “Evan.”

His eyes flutter open and he glances at Tommy, and then his wrist in Tommy’s grip. Tommy smiles solemnly at him, releasing his grip on his arm.

“Hi,” he says softly as Evan reorients. “You’re okay. You’re awake now.”

It takes a minute for Evan to collect himself, and then he’s curling himself into Tommy as a strangled cough escapes him.

“Hey,” Tommy cooes, wrapping his arm underneath Evan. “It was a nightmare. It’s okay.”

Evan shakes his head as he stays curled up in Tommy’s sizeable arms.

“It was the lightning strike,” Evan murmurs, his voice shaking.

Tommy shakes his head, but doesn’t say anything. He’s certainly had his brushes with death, but never to the point where his heart has actually stopped beating.

“I got you,” Tommy murmurs, pressing his lips into Evan’s hair.

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The second time it happens, it’s the one time of year when California gets hit with rain, and it’s been coming down in LA for well over a week. They’re both coming off a shift and Tommy has planned a weekend at home for them. He’s first to get off and their schedules haven’t lined up in days, so he pulls out all the stops. He orders in from the Italian restaurant they had their disastrous first date at, but has since become one of their favorite spots. He also has fresh flowers delivered, Evan’s favorite movie queued for after dinner, and if he’s really feeling energetic…the bathtub jacuzzi is freshly cleaned.

But things do not start well. When Evan arrives, he’s on the razor’s edge of a panic attack, having had another lightning strike be the 118’s last call of the night. Plans get rearranged and instead of dinner and a movie with the option for a bath to end the night, the bath starts the evening…with Tommy outside of it. And it’s not like he cares that much; it matters more to him that Evan is okay than it does that they bathe together.

After the bath, though, Evan is clearly spent both physically and mentally. Tommy decides to table their evening for the next night, and after tucking Evan in, he proceeds to clean up everything he had laid out for their date night.

It’s as he’s coming out of the shower across from his room that he hears him. He’s crying in his sleep; no, actually, he’s damn near wailing. That same panicked tone has wrapped itself all the way around his throat and he’s kicking and clawing out of the blankets like the bed is trying to take him alive.

Tommy storms across the hall in nothing more than a towel, water still dripping out of his hair, and practically yanks the blankets off of Evan as he stammers “Wake up, baby. Wake up, wake up, wake up.”

Because this time it’s fucking terrifying.

He’s shaking his shoulders with a vigor he’s previously only used on unconscious victims on a call, and he barely manages to catch Evan’s fist as it comes flying out towards him this time. Evan damn-near jackknifes in the bed as his eyes shoot open, his most recent panicked breath still caught in his throat. When his eyes finally meet Tommy’s, there are tears in them.

“S-sorry,” he mutters, his gaze dropping to the bed. “N-nightmare.”

Tommy shakes his head as he reaches up and wipes the tears from his own face before pulling Evan into him. They cling to each other as though letting go might end either one of them.

“That was a night terror,” Tommy replies, his voice gravelly. He turns his head towards Evan’s, burying his face in his hair as he kisses his temple. Evan shifts his head a moment later, resting his cheek against Tommy’s shoulder as his breathing evens out. They sit in silence for a beat, Tommy rocking them gently back and forth

“So tired,” Evan murmurs after a few minutes, his voice laced with sleep.

Tommy nods, kissing the back of his head. “I know, baby. Go back to sleep. We’ll talk more in the morning.”

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The third time it happens, they had passed out in Tommy’s bed after a movie date following two long shifts. Tommy is woken from a dead sleep from Evan jerking underneath him, trying to get away from whatever it is that’s scaring him. They’re spooned together, but Evan has already escalated from twitching to jerking by the time Tommy is awake enough to realize what’s going on.

“I don’t want to,” Evan whines, and it’s the first time Tommy’s heard him say something intelligible in these night terrors. He rolls his boyfriend onto his back, still trying to shake the sleep from his own head as he tries to wake him.

“Come on, baby,” he states, still weary. “Wake up.”

“Don't go. I'm coming,” Evan whimpers. His hands shoot out and Tommy catches them, pushing them aside as he continues to shake Evan by his shoulders. Still, he’s not responding. And just like last time, he’s becoming more frantic by the second.

“Please.” The sound of his voice makes Tommy feel like someone is physically breaking him into pieces the the sheer begging in his tone. His own throat is tight, watching the man he loves struggle like this and not even be conscious and capable of stopping it.

“Damn it. Evan, wake up,” he growls, his throat burning with tears that are threatening to fall. Evan’s fist flies up, and this time, Tommy isn’t quick enough. The punch lands on his jaw, but the connection also wakes Evan, and when his eyes open, Tommy is looking down at him with his hand on his face where Evan has just struck.

“Oh god,” Evan mutters. He’s only half-awake, and yet entirely aware of what’s just happened. “Tommy, I’m-…I’m s-so sorry.” He slides off the bed and backs himself towards the wall before sliding down against it, his eyes darting around the room.

Tommy frowns, stroking his jaw a few more times before he stands and circles the bed to Evan’s side. He sits down on the floor next to him and slips his hands behind Evan, around his waist.

“C’mere,” he murmurs softly, pulling the younger man into his lap. As he does, Evan curls into him, and for someone the same height as him and maybe 50 pounds lighter, Evan has never felt so small to him.

Tommy slips his left hand between both of Evan’s, up towards his face until he has his jaw in his hands. He turns Evan’s face towards him, presses their foreheads together.

“My jaw isn’t made of glass,” he murmurs as Evan rocks back and forth in his lap. Evan nods, but he won’t open his eyes, even as tears slip out of them.

“Oh babe,” Tommy murmurs softly.

For a while, they stay in that position. He doesn’t push Evan to talk, or ask unneeded questions. They sit in silence as Tommy lets Evan process. Still, when he can tell the tears have stopped, and Evan’s breathing has returned to normal, he has to ask.

“What’s the nightmare about?”

Evan rests his head on Tommy’s shoulder, traces his thumbs over the veins on the back of Tommy’s hand where he’s holding in between both of his own.

“The lightning strike,” he replies. “But I’m at the top of the ladder, and I look down, and you’re standing there, telling me to come down. And when I try to, that’s when the lightning hits. I try to get to you, but I can’t move. And when I finally can again, you’re gone.”

Tommy takes a deep breath, fully aware of why that would be so upsetting, even just from his side of the story. He’s thanked every diety under the sun since he day he realized he was falling in love with Evan Buckley that the man didn’t stay dead after that lightning strike because he can’t imagine a version of his life that doesn’t have Evan in it.

“Look at me,” he murmurs softly, bumping his nose up against Evan’s forehead. The younger man lifts his head, catches Tommy’s eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he tells him softly. “At this point, you’re stuck with me, come thunder or lightning, rain or shine.”

Evan lets out an audible sigh and closes his eyes, leaning into Tommy. There are more tears threatening to fall, but he breathes through them as he pulls Tommy’s hand into his chest, placing it over his heart before wrapping both of his arms around it. Underneath his grip, Tommy can feel the thumping of Evan’s heartbeat, and its a feeling he’s grateful for. More than that, it’s a feeling he can’t imagine having ever previously lived without.

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ferrstappen · 2 years ago

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Max the wag (again)| Max Verstappen blurb

love note: I’ve loved the response to gossipy Max and (y/n) that I came up with this little piece 💘

YOU CAN FIND THE REST OF MAX THE WAG SERIES HERE

summary: a new break up hits the paddock and Max and you are the best investigators.

Canada GP, 2023

Max didn’t mean to overhear whatever was going on inside the four walls of Ferrari’s place on the track.

But if the information came his way, who was he to deny it?

He was mildly bored in between interviews and before FP1, not caring about interacting with people because you weren’t there, too many things to take care of, studying and being an intern didn’t allow you to be there with him. Still, he sent you silly pictures of him walking by himself (metaphorically since fans and workers were all over), he smiled at the WhatsApp sticker you sent him along with a picture of you, papers scattered all over your desk, iPad showing the F1 app.

While walking by Ferrari, he really really couldn’t help walking a bit slower as three engineers were enjoying a cigarette while loudly speaking to each other, motor and tool noises were ambient noise.

I heard she’d forgiven him once, after São Paulo last year.

What happened there? I keep hearing about it but i left to Abu Dhabi right after the podium.

Carlos and Norris contacted some girls and left with them or something along the way, kept it under wraps though but now? I think it was too much for her.

Shame, she was always polite and nice to everybody. She even knew our names!

And Carlos’ sister is getting married soon, he ducked it big time. I heard someone in the garage she decided to not go and his family is pissed.

It caught Max’s attention… he instantly recalled the conversation with you, trying to figure out if Carlos and Isa were still together. Clearly, they weren’t and the entire paddock was aware of it.

Maybe Christian could have more information about it.

But the first thing he did was to text you, announcing he had more information.

Info about what? Was your response, making Max’s eyes roll…

Sainz and girlfriend!

Max didn’t hear it, but you gasped at the simple text message. Max was very selective with the information he actually took seriously, and for him to tell you he heard something meant it was probably real.

Shut up! What did you hear? Who told you?!?!?

Max smiled, a smug grin knowing you were dying for the information, but he’d keep it for later, when he was laying on the hotel bed, fresh out of the shower, white t-shirt and shorts and ready to fall sleep. That’s when he was sharing the information.

He was surprised when you called him out of the blue and he chuckled, his gorgeous blue eyes getting smaller, little wrinkles forming, dimples showing.

“Hello schat, to what do I owe this pleasure?” Max teased, instantly taking in your neat hair, neutral make up and deep red lipstick… oh, what would he give to bite your lower lip and have his face and chest covered in faint red lipstick.

”don’t be coy! What did you hear? I heard the snippet of an interview and she sounded so broken it was so sad, but what did you hear?!” You rambled, making Max’s smile even bigger.

“I told you I’m sharing my discovery later, i’ll have to be in the car in thirty minutes or so,”

“I hate you so much, you can’t leave me hanging! I don’t want to ask her directly!” You complained like a toddler, noticing Max was just staring at you through the screen.

“I love you, I have to go,” Max said after he noticed part of the Red Bull PR team approach him. He was waiting for you to tell him you love him too, but your words weren’t exactly what he was expecting.

“Max babe, try to get info on Shakira and Hamilton!”

Honestly, you and Max were a match made in heaven.

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m4iya · 15 days ago

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stress buddy

Kuroo Tetsuro

Anon

Game over

Setting the controller down, you sighed, mentally exhausted. Only a few more days left of summer break and it was right back to spending the whole day at school. On top of that, your schedule would be packed once you got home as not studying for final exams definitely wasn’t an option.

“You alright?” Kuroo questioned with concern, sitting to your side on a beanbag chair.

“I’m.. alright.” Your voice was lower than earlier, with pauses in your speech instead of your typical upbeat way of speaking. And despite not saying anything about it, it seemed he might’ve already been aware before even asking.

“You’re stressed, aren’t you?” He took the remote, switching off his small TV, the ambient sound of gunfire from spectated players cutting off immediately.

He scooted over, sitting cross legged in front of you, who had your knees raised up to your face, chin resting over them.

It was already your senior year. You weren’t exactly worried about what to pursue in further studies, but there was a feeling of discomfort that lingered for some reason unbeknownst to you. You wondered if it was the environment of your school that made you feel uncomfortable. Though at school you had Kuroo by your side, and the same was for outside of school as well. The both of you spent hours together each day, so what was eating away at you?

“Hey..” His hands grasped your shoulders, gently tugging you forward and forcing you out of your inner dialogue. Your face was warm.. and moist? Reaching out to feel your cheek, a tear streamed over your finger followed by more droplets.

“I’m sorry..” Scrambling to wipe your face, he reached out with the sleeve of his hoodie, swiping it over your eyes and cheeks. “Don’t say sorry.” His voice was soft, soothing your nerves. “You can speak to me, you know? I’m not just for show.” His mouth cracked into a small smile, one that had been a source of comfort and care for many years. One that hadn’t faded, and was always there when you were alone.

“It’s just, I’m not ready to go back.” Sniffling, you fidgeted with your fingers, nervous to meet his gaze in such a vulnerable state.

“Well, it’s our last year, isn’t it?” His hands reached out to grasp yours, halting their movement. “I guess I understand in a way. We know what we want to do, but we still feel a little empty.” His voice trailed off as his thumbs rubbed the back of your hand.

“But whenever I feel that way, I remember that I have you with me.” As his voice grew coy, he dipped his head over your shoulder, seemingly in an attempt to hide his blushing face.

“So.. remember that you have me, okay?”

Feeling your heartbeat steady, the corners of your mouth began to shift into a wry smile. It wasn’t often that he showed you this side of him. Your hands found their way to his back, holding him close as you hummed in response.

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loveydoveymonsters · 7 months ago

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An Unlikely Match - Part 1

Manticore x fem!reader

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Hunting monsters is easy. From werewolf to goblin to vampire you hunt them all and you're damn good at it. You've made a name for yourself, over the years the monsters have started calling you Nightshade, the name of a deadly poison. You're a nightmare to most. You're mean and uncooperative and you refuse to work with anyone else let alone connect with them. You're damn good at your job though and you make your money in the thousands every single job you do. You accept no less than ten thousand each job you go on and regardless of the client's request, you always kill the monster you're hunting. It's easier than dragging around a deadly monster that's trying to escape and fighting you every step of the way. One silver bullet, iron arrow, or steel blade to the heart is enough to kill a monster instantly.

This job is the easiest thing you've ever done. You've never really had many emotions, you're probably considered a psychopath. Your lack of empathy scares people and they label you a monster yourself. You don't see the problem with killing threats, things that have harmed people, or rather things that have harmed humans. If a monster hasn't done anything you don't kill them, but there's always a reason a client will come to you and you hardly ever turn down a job. You didn't turn this one down either. In the cold of a forest, late at night, you're hunting a manticore, a small manticore that killed three families in a nearby village. You're following the extremely obvious tracks. They're rushed as if they're running from something, probably from you. You always hear the monster out even though people think you don't, you're purely logical if the monster hasn't harmed anyone or if they had a reason to harm someone then you don't kill them. You don't kill until they become a threat. But this manticore killed a child, four children to be exact. It probably just got hungry.

You're aware that it's not their fault, their blood lust can become uncontrollable, unmanageable, and maybe the manticore didn't mean to hurt those families but regardless, twelve people are dead and it's this manticore's fault. You haven't fought very many of them, the few you did nearly killed you. You know that manticores aren't beings to be trifled with. They're smart, they're deadly, and they're very very dangerous, especially to humans and people like you who are foolish enough to go hunting them. You're not stupid though, you've fought many monsters and you know how to handle yourself. You have several hidden weapons on you as well as several hidden poisons, the poisons will certainly kill you if you accidentally ingest it but you figured if you're going out you may as well take the monster with you. You lack a sense of self-preservation for sure and it's well known amongst monsters and men that you'll do anything to complete your task including sacrificing yourself, your limbs, your once scarless skin, everything, and anything to get the job done.

The forest is quiet, save for the sound of crickets and the ambient noise of the bushes and branches brushing against each other as the wind whips around you. It's hardly a calm night, but none of your nights ever are. You enjoy it though, it reminds you of home, the chaos that your family brought. They weren't wealthy nor were they poor, they also hunted monsters although they weren't nearly as good at it as you are. You lost family members so easily. Your brother to a werewolf, your mother to a ghoul, your father to a basilisk and finally your sisters to a vampire and succubus. You think you have some family left on your father's side, a few uncles and maybe an aunt. Perhaps you have cousins who could share in your passion for hunting down the creatures that killed your family. ‘It's their own fault’ That's what you tell yourself. They shouldn't have been hunting monsters that they couldn't kill. You started small and worked your way up to the big beasts. You didn't just dive head-first into the deep end which is how your brother died. Werewolves aren't a joke either. You think about them a lot when you're in the wilderness, you lived in a small cabin with them in the middle of the woods. It was beautiful and peaceful, and as your family members slowly died all you could think was that you enjoyed the quiet more than anything.

The sound of a twig snapping pulls you out of your thoughts as you lazily glance in the direction of the sound. You catch sight of a scorpion tail, large and intimidating. Intimidating to those who have no experience in dealing with manticores. You saunter over to the noise and you watch as the tail swipes at you, dodging it easily. It's scared. It's smaller than the other manticores you've fought, it must be a baby or adolescent. It hisses at you and you raise your gun to it, firing a silver bullet into its spine. Stopping it from running. It continues swiping at you with its tail and paws which makes you roll your eyes. Hunting monsters has become boring, there's never any challenge, never any urgency. Its small mane is standing upright, signifying the young manticore's distress. This is so annoying, so frustrating, you don't understand why you don't feel anything for this creature. This poor creature that's unable to move since you've severed its spinal cord. You raise your gun to its lion head but just before you pull the trigger something catches your attention.

A low growling makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up that's never a good sign. For the first time in a long time, you felt fear as claws were suddenly embedded in your side and you were being pushed to the ground by Khavak. Another manticore, a large black and red mane surrounding his large scarred lion head. His scorpion tail swiping and violently flicking around in the air before embedding itself in your spine pumping his venom into you as quickly as possible. Trying to kill you in the span of seconds. Blood began pouring out of your wounds the moment he pulled his claws back…Wait a second…You've never seen this manticore before, you've never interacted with him before, yet you know his name? How is that possible? The feeling of his tail digging into your spine as his venom pours into your body clouds your judgment, clouds your thoughts…’No way…No fucking way.’

“No fucking way.”

Khavak pulls away after he growls that out. He stares at you wide-eyed, hyperventilating. He shakes his head, checking on the young manticore you nearly killed, and gently slung it over his shoulder. He was about to leave you, let you die. You deserve to die at least in his eyes, monster slayer, Nightshade. There's an issue though, one both of you seem to immediately acknowledge. You're his soulmate and he's yours. He hesitates for a long while, standing opposite your bleeding body as his venom flows through your system rapidly. He growls and slings you over his shoulder as well, much the protest of the young manticore already in his arms. He whispers something in his own language before spreading his large leather wings and lifting off into the sky. You don't know if it was the venom or the feeling of your organs shifting in the air that gave you butterflies. Maybe it was being your soulmate's arms. Starting to pass out you tie yourself to his arm making sure he can't drop you easily since you know you're going to lose consciousness. Once you wake up though you suspect you'll be safe.

“Nightshade…”

“...Yeah?”

“You are my soulmate, you are under my protection now. I may not agree with you or what you have done but you're my mate and I am yours. So rest now, I will keep you safe.”

“I don't…want…a….soulmate”

You lose consciousness before you're able to see the palace in the sky or rather the city in the sky. Full of flying creatures and land creatures that have been ferried up by their lovers or friends. Khavak lands and hands both you and the baby manticore off to be healed. He stays by your side troubled by your words. He always dreamed that he'd find a soulmate although that dream didn't consist of his soulmate not wanting him. It didn't consist of his soulmate being a well-known monster killer either. He sees how they stare at her, they all know who she is, and she's in danger if she's left alone. Somebody will try to kill her, will try to avenge their family member that she has surely slain. Yet no one will try if he's near her, nobody will interfere with his affairs and if you're involved in them then they will leave you be. He stays by your side as the healers treat your bleeding and gaping wounds as well as the poison traveling through your system. He did what he had to do to save the baby manticore but he doesn't appreciate the fact that he harmed his soulmate. His soulmate who doesn't want him. His ears flatten against his head…He'll just have to win you over then. He can do that…He's quite charming…He promises. Just wait you'll want him in no time. He sits beside your bed, starting to groom himself, licking over his bloody claws…Your blood tastes sweet to him, alluring. Blood never usually does that to him.

“It must be because you're my soulmate. You little minx your blood is so alluring it's not fair. You're scent in general is driving me insane”

He speaks to your unconscious form placing his large clawed hand over your small human one. His paw completely covers your hand ten times over but he's gentle with yours when he holds it gently moving to lick over your knuckles. He knows humans don't court or mate the same way manticores do or any monster for that matter. It also doesn't help that you've already expressed you don't want him, but he refuses to let that get to him. He will win you over. When you finally wake up and he gets to show you this beautiful city in the sky. When he's finally able to break that hard shell he knows surrounds you. When he's finally able to bulldoze through your walls and get you to open up to him, he knows you'll fall for him. He's always wanted a soulmate and even if you don't want him, he wants you flaws and all. It doesn't matter if you've killed a hundred monsters or a thousand, he can forgive it all, and he'll do his best not to hold it against you. You just have to wake up so he can get to know you. He wants his soulmate to have the longest most relaxing life they could. So he's going to make sure that happens for you when you wake up so please wake up for him so he can see your beautiful eyes. He didn't get to fully appreciate them when he attacked you, he's sorry about that, he remembers they were empty though and he finds that unique, perhaps a bit unnatural. Just open your eyes, let him see you again and he can finally start winning you over.

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theglamorousferal · 8 months ago

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Persephone's Binding Part 6

AO3 Prompt Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

Jason crouched into a fighting stance, mimicking Danny. They began to circle each other, making a complete circle of the training ring in the process.

"One of us has to move first, and you're the one who wanted to test me." Jason quipped. Danny lunged, intending to hit a spot of fabric visible between Jason's armor.

Jason dodged, then went to hit Danny in the middle of his back, only for him to fall through him. He tucked into a roll and popped up on on knee. "Okay, now that's not fair. Density shifting? Didn't think I'd be fighting someone like the Martian."

Danny paused. "Martian?" He shook his head. "Never mind, I can ask later. I'm already handicapping myself with like half, the shit I can do keeping projectiles outta the fight. At least let me keep my basics."

Jason looked at him suspicious. "What are your basics?"

"Oh just intangibility, invisibility, flight and super-strength." Danny grinned like the little shit he was. Definitely a younger sibling. Jason thought. He rolled his eyes and got to his feet, ending up in a fighting stance again.

"Yeah, but If I can't touch you at all how are you gonna gauge how I fight?"

Danny tilted his head and squinted his eyes at him. "You have a point." He pouted. "Fine, I need dodging practice anyway."

"Good, now come at me." Jason gestured. Danny gave up trying to obey gravity and flew straight at Jason's mid-section, intending to tackle him. He was not expecting Jason to flip out of the way and to the side, before landing facing where Danny now was positioned.

Danny growled and then leapt towards Jason swinging at his face; Jason did not expect the kick to the stomach. With the air punched out of his lungs, Jason swiped at Danny's head, intending to knock him over. He only managed to send him spinning towards the railing before Danny caught and righted himself.

"You good?" He asked as Jason wheezed a breath in.

"Yeah, I'm good, when was the last time you fought a human kid?"

Danny froze for a moment before a dark look passed over his face. "About seven months. And I was aiming to harm." He shook himself after a moment before a guilty expression flashed across his face.

"I'm good, I promise. Just maybe pull it back a little so you don't accidentally break a few ribs." Jason waved him off, jumping a bit and getting himself psyched back up. "Let's go."

They continued to spar for hours. Danny won the first match, then Jason. The third they got each other locked in a grapple that neither could break and called it a draw. They moved onto weapons after that, first with swords, edges dull for training, then staffs. After a bit they broke for some water.

"So, your sister mentioned you were attending IRU? What's that?" Jason asked after chugging half a bottle.

"Oh, Infinite Realms University. There were a bunch of entities, ghost and neverborn alike, whose obsessions are either teaching or have decided that to feed their obsession and therefore existence, that they would teach others about it. It started as a group of ghosts who manifested together and then slowly expanded to cover every conceivable subject or degree. Myself and a couple of friends are trying to put together a way to do online classes so the people in Amity can attend."

"Oh, so they take full humans?" Maybe I can get a degree if I'm stuck here.

"I mean, they take anyone at all if they can handle the ambient ectoplasm."

"Right, you have both mentioned that. What exactly is ectoplasm? I nebulously know it has something to do with ghosts, but nothing further. Ghosts aren't really a thing in my world as far as I'm aware."

"Right, Jazz mentioned you're new to literally all of this stuff. We grew up with it and then I have it as a lived experience. Here's this is a form of ectoplasm." Danny allowed ectoplasm to pool in his cupped hands. It was florescent green and giving off a glow that shone across Danny's armor.

"That looks like Lazarus water but not bubbling. Can I touch it?"

"Probably not until we get your soul looked at. I mean, I can see it if I look, but I won't know what I'm looking at."

Jason paused. "You can see my soul?" He asked, incredulous.

"Yeah, it's something I've been working on with some of my teachers. Kinda tricky to learn, and you need a proto-core at least to do it. It's taken me a few years to get it down right, now I gotta take more lessons on recognizing differences and classifications, I need to learn before I take the big chair." He chugged the rest of his water bottle and wiped his face with his arm.

"You nervous?" Jason asked.

"Wouldn't you? All I did was fight a dude like I always did to save my town and it resulted in being ghost royalty." He grumbled.

"I mean, I tried to steal the tired off a car and it resulted in me being able to summon mystical glowing swords."

"No way."

Jason smirked and stood, holding his hands out and willing the All-Blades to appear. Glowing flame-like blades sprang to life from his closed fists.

"Okay, that's pretty cool. I mean, I can do that with ice too, see?" Danny holds out his own hands and two swords made from ice appeared to grow from them.

They both looked at each other's weapons, then caught each other's eyes and smirked in unison. "Race ya to the ring!" Danny yelled then lumped high into the air above Jason who scrambled towards the ring.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dcxdp #dc x dp #sacrificial bride au #hardcover ship #anger management ship #jazz x jason #jazz/jason #ghost king au

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wokestone · 1 month ago

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Depictions of Past Arisen (and various thoughts)

Was walking around Bakbattahl and noticed this mural depicting Rothias, the first Sovran (left), and a second figure (right). Considering they too are standing triumphant on top of a dragon, I assumed they must be Arisen too.

I had also collected some photos of the throne room's stain glass windows depicting the past Sovrans: a humanized Rothias, the 2nd Sovran (presumably the Arisen that Rothias said sealed him under the sea), the 3rd Sovran (the one from the Bakbattahl mural!), the 4th Sovran, and the 5th Sovran.

This makes us (or Darraugh/"Arthur"), the 6th Sovran in line.

Based on the dress of the 3rd Arisen and their appearance in Bakbattahl art, I can only assume Bakbattahl wanted to pay tribute to the Sovrans that originated from their land, so the rest are likely of Vermund origin.

The only other lore that I am aware of exists about past Sovrans is that with the underground library crypt, Waldhar says it was sealed by a Sovran "of generations past" that "in a bid to pass the throne on to his own descendants, this Sovran attempted to consign our kingdom's histories to oblivion" and that this "Sovran's line ultimately fell to ruin." Considering how forgotten this library is, I'd estimate maybe 2nd, 3rd, or 4th Sovran did that? 5th Sovran might be of too recent memory, because based on ambient NPC dialogue at the masquerade, it's been "decades" since they last had a true Sovran.

(This is speculation, but perhaps the beastren were run out of Vermund after blaming Mad Sovran for killing random people he thought were the Pathfinder, and thus the kingdom split in two? Perhaps the 2nd Sovran didn't help matters either.)

Interesting of note is each Sovran depiction hints at the types of vocations they might have favored.

Rothias - Greatsword (Warrior), Stave (Mage/Sorcerer), Duospear (Mystic Spearhand). The depiction of him over the throne appears to be have just a regular longsword, so Fighter too perhaps? Would make sense that Rothias would be an accomplished Arisen who mastered multiple vocations.

2nd Sovran - Stave (Mage/Sorceror); makes sense if they had the magick to seal away Rothias

3rd Sovran - Sword and Shield (Fighter) and Dagger (Thief)

4th Sovran - Stave (Mage/Sorcerer)

5th Sovran - Greatsword (Warrior)

I also had the thought - had any of these Sovran taken the Dragon's deal like Edmund did in Dark Arisen, which extends your life? Considering we aren't aware of any prolonged longevity past Rothias, they might have all successfully slain the Dragon and reclaimed their hearts. Rothias for sure did since he rose to Seneschal, and if the 2nd Sovran did indeed have the power to seal Rothias under the sea, I can only assume they were of strong enough will to be able to defeat their Dragon too. It is possible that perhaps any that took the Dragon's deal might have perished through other means (murder, accident, disease, etc.). While Ser Brant says Disa poisoned/cursed you and sent you away because an Arisen "can't be killed by mortal hands", I assume this to be meddling by the Pathfinder or a deeply believed superstition, and perhaps once an Arisen has claimed Sovranhood through a deal with the Dragon, Pathfinder stops caring about protecting their immortal ass lol.

Other miscellaneous depictions of Sovrans at the palace, and in the world:

Above the throne itself. Another human depiction of Rothias, along with (presumedly) kneeled pawns wielding weapons.

2. Rothias' statue as depicted in Battahl, with the head of the statue preserved and not knocked off to hide Rothias' true heritage like in Vermund.

3. On top of the Vermund palace. I can't fit this one to any one specific Sovran, so it might be a symbolic representation of one wearing the Stygian Omen armor because they're missing Rothias' beard. Considering Darraugh was wearing the armor, I assume it to be a flawed recreation based on the statues of Rothias' armor (considering the actual Sovran's Plate is a very similar but slightly different set).

4. Fountain of the 1st Sovran - a human Rothias wielding a duospear and wearing the Stygian Omen armor.

If any of you know any Sovran lore I'm missing, please let me know!

#dragon's dogma 2 #dd2 lore #dragon's dogma lore #wokestone posts

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dinossaurz · 4 months ago

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Somethings really wrong

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Pairing: Idol!Mingi; ballerina!reader; female!reader

Genre: College au, idol au, romance, slow burn, suggestive content, MDNI

Synopsis: what if you switch bodies with your favorite idol?

Warnings: age gap (6 years difference. She's 19 and he's 25), fluff, angst if you squint, suggestive content, mean Mingi. More warnings in the chapters.

Characters: Female reader, Mingi, Hongjoong, Jongho is cited, Wooyoung, Seraphine (the best friend).

WC: 1.249

Networks: @mirohs-aurora-society @k-labels

Taglist is open

@bethelighthalazia

Chapter 1

Mingi

I'm a well told lie.

While on stage, practicing everything I worked hard the last two years, since I was just a trainee until I debuted, no one could ever imagine that behind my features, there's someone broken.

We are used to look to our idols and imagine how their lives are perfect.

They're all wrong.

There are moments that not even the music is capable to enter out guts and push all the pain out; everything is just a mess of senseless strings with rehearsed phrases.

We're now in the local TV, an well known ambient, but it sounded wrong that moment. My new MV just released and the news were full of compliments and impressive numbers. It was my solo debut, where I would start my journey without Ateez, where everything began.

Amongst all atiny euphoria, between claps and screams, I felt my heart heavy. Singing the song _Turbulence_ is like taking all my once buried moments, principally the last time I fought with my father, and all mean words thrown with no regret.

_I hope you accept your son died to you_

While I think about that, my mind was in the past, the last days my mother passed in the hospital, she was so fragile that I could think that her bones would tear apart if I didn't hold her properly.

"Be patient with your father, his love language is different"

I laughed dryly.

"How many love languages exists?"

"It depends on your point of view." she wet her dry lips and forced a smile. "There are people who have difficulty of showing affection and there's some people that are capable to show it just with their eyes"

The light shift brought me back to the TV show, where I was wearing a black pair of clothes, projected to sustain big black wings. That song have been one of the greatest Ateez's successes and even two years later, it was still the favorite.

I force a smile, giving my best, remembering that there are many people who cares and lead us to where we are today. Not like steps, but like outstretched hands to pull us up.

Each phrase I sing has a part of me held, principally the ones that kept all the fights. The way people connect their voices, kept me aware of why I had chosen that life.

The music is my way to express myself where I usually don't put in words. A soft silence to my wounds that never healed properly.

When the lights turned off and the screams were louder than ever, Wooyoung put his arm around my shoulders and said something I'm used to listen after all concerts.

"Hyung, good job"

He's like a brother to me, more than the others.

I followed them through the door to a corridor with many similar doors, but my manager stopped me, putting his hand in my shoulder.

"We need to talk"

Normally, when this kind of conversation happens, it never were about schedules or something related to my career.

I followed him to an office. The couch looked almost untouched, and if I smelled properly, it still has it leather smell.

My manager, Dohwa, has approximately thirty two years; his personal life was unknown to me, just like to the other members. We didn't know if he has children, wife or if he have any other profession than... manager.

He rises his eyes to the roof, as if looking to proper words in it's details.

"Your father called me." he said, making me frown.

"We don't have nothing to talk about that." I used my normal tone. Even if I'm younger than him, I've always treated him informally.

"I have no idea of what happened between you and him, but Mingi..." he scratched his nape, sighing. "he's your father."

"I don't consider a father the man who wanted to screw his own family." I murmured, taking off part of my clothing, staying just with a black shirt.

"It was all a misunderstood, you just need to apologize him." he insisted.

I sighed.

"You have no idea of what you're talking about." I said, leaving the office.

He didn't followed me.

Great.

I walked through the large corridor, looking inside door by door, until I founded a temporary plate, Ateez written on it.

Hongjoong was the first to see me, wearing his normal clothes: pants, dark shades with long sleeve shirt and buttons.

"Mingi, we..." Wooyoung stopped his words when he saw me wearing my hoodie. "Where are you going?"

Wooyoung just seen like a dumb, but he isn't; he could read my expression better than anyone.

"See you later" was everything he said.

My challenge now were found the exit of this place. The corridors were almost the same, just like a maze, and not even one door has a signal. The only way to guide myself were the stairs. I finally founded the entrance, just as large as a hotel lobby.

Photographers and some journalists punched each other in the entrance just to get a good angle and to not lost the opportunity to corner the members like rats in a trap.

Even if I rise my hood and runs a bit faster with my head low, my hair color would probably be seen, so with my body pressed against the wall, I searched the place with my eyes, trying to find the exit.

An employee passed by me, and looked at me, surprised.

"Where's the back exit?" I asked in a low tone, expecting a simple answer.

He just pointed another door, it doesn't looked like the door I was searching, but it should be the door that would guide me to the right one.

I fastened my steps and pushed the door with a green sign. A whiff of cold air fanned my face. Heavy clouds painted the sky, making it look dark and gray, rain drops fallen to my face when I continued my track, listening some pebbles against my boots.

I had no idea where I was going.

I just knew I needed somewhere to go, somewhere I could breath and ease my mind for a moment. I knew Dohwa's intentions weren't meant to hurt me, and being related to my father made it easier for him to keep in contact with him, even if I changed my number frequently.

I was running away simply because I didn't wanted to live that hell all again.

I didn't know how long I kept walking, but the wind and the pain in my ankle made me stop. There were a house right in front of me, it looked like were lost in time, the painting in the walls was tearing apart, revealing the original red color. In the entrance, had a wooden door, partially covered by the nature to the windows. The windows, in colorful stained glass, forming a siren draw in a lonely wall, broken by its corners. The rust and mold smell made me hold my breath for a moment.

I had no choice; at any moment it would start raining and I wasn't willing to receive it, because a cold would made the CEO go crazy.

I passed through the yellow stripe and went through the garden. My boots made a fun noise in the puddles. I pushed the front door, and it opened with no difficulty. Even if the place were dark and cold, I had no option if not waiting the rain.

#k labels #ateez #ateezfic #song mingi #mingi #wooyoung #choisan #ateezau #hongjoong #jongho #ateez x reader

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beauiestars · 14 days ago

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OBI-WAN KENOBI - Scars of Age

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Fem!Reader {PART TWELVE}

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Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: SLOW BURN, pining, plenty of inaccuracies with timeline and facts, graphic-ish violence, a sprinkle of death and injury, a couple mentions of vomiting (non-explicit/totally casual) [LIST TBC].

Beau's Note: Upload schedule? We don't know her, I fear. Would anyone be interested in a taglist for this story?

Summary: They say time heals all wounds. But with the forces of the universe tearing them apart, can two childhood best friends rediscover their connection and find solace in each other once more?

The jungle wasn't entirely pitch black. Your path was dappled with faint, ghostly light from bioluminescent spores drifting lazily in the air and the rhythmic, deliberate blinking of creatures nestled within the dense overgrowth. The air, once thick and sweltering, now carried a slight chill. The trader cloaks—at some point during the chaos, had been tied securely to your belt—were now draped snugly over your shoulders, offering meagre warmth against the creeping cold.

Yet, no amount of light or comfort could dispel the unsettling sensation that coiled around you. A primal awareness prickled at the base of your neck, whispering that you were not alone. That you were being hunted. Stalked like vulnerable prey.

You slowed your pace, coming to a cautious halt, and Juna mirrored your movements without a word. Running now would only amplify the noise of your passage, drawing attention in a place where silence was survival. The stillness that followed was oppressive, broken only by the distant croaks of unseen creatures and the occasional guttural growl that reverberated through the jungle's living tapestry. The jungle itself seemed to breathe around you.

"I'm sorry, Y/n," Juna murmured behind you, her voice barely rising above the ambient hum of the wilderness. Her words were heavy, tinged with regret. You furrowed your brow but didn't turn to face her. In the darkness, she wouldn't have been able to see your expression even if you did.

"I didn't mean to ruin your mission," she continued, her voice small. "I should've waited like you told me to."

"Juna, stop," you interjected gently but firmly. She fell silent at once. "I'm not gonna punish you for following your gut. I wasn't in trouble, but if I had been, I'd have appreciated you coming to my rescue a whole lot more. You didn't do anything wrong."

A sniffle came from behind you, quiet but audible. You paused, feeling the words flow out of you, unbidden yet sincere. "Yeah, it was reckless. But, hell, I can't fault you for being heroic."

You barely had time to process the sound of her soft sob before she wrapped her arms around you from behind. Her hold was tight, desperate, her tears soaking into the coarse fabric of your cloak. You leaned back slightly, offering quiet comfort as her quiet weeping trembled against your shoulders. The moment felt fragile, as though the jungle paused to allow it to pass.

Then a stick snapped behind you, shattering the quiet. The sound was sharp, immediate, and too close. Instinct took over. In one fluid motion, you spun on your heels, yanking Juna behind you with a protective sweep of your arm.

Your lightsaber hissed to life, the brilliant blue beam carving through the shadows. Its hum filled the silence, revealing a dark silhouette mere meters away. A figure, cloaked in shadow, loomed just where Juna had been standing seconds ago. Your stomach twisted at the realisation—if he hadn't been so clumsy, if you hadn't stopped to listen...

You clenched your jaw, forcing the thought from your mind. No time to dwell. The figure tensed, but so did you. Your grip tightened on the saber hilt, its glow reflecting in your sharp, focused eyes.

He raised his cybernetic arm, its polished surface glinting faintly in the bioluminescent glow, and fired a flare into the canopy. The jungle exploded with red light, the brightness throwing jagged shadows across every surface. Moments later, a chorus of mechanical whirs and clanking footsteps reverberated through the undergrowth, closing in like a hunting pack.

"Hear that?" the figure rasped, his voice a grating blend of metal on metal. It sent a shiver down your spine. He chuckled—a sound that was more a death rattle than laughter. He lunged forward, reaching for you, but Juna's lightsaber ignited with a fierce hum, its green light slicing through the crimson haze as she swung for his unmodified arm.

He dodged effortlessly, his cybernetic arm jerking toward her as his hand pressed a concealed button. A sharp click preceded a pulse of force that sent Juna hurtling backward. She collided with a tree and slid to the ground with a groan. Relief flickered through you when you saw her shifting to rise—she wasn't seriously hurt.

"Who are you?" you growled, gripping your lightsaber hilt so tightly your fingers ached.

"Who am I?" he spat back, disdain dripping from every syllable. "I am Tavros. Who the fuck are you?"

You scoffed inwardly. Bounty hunters and their oversized egos. "None of your business," you retorted, shifting your stance. Behind you, you heard Juna getting to her feet, but the mechanical army approaching was growing louder. Two Jedi against a horde of droids wasn't a fight you could win outright. You needed to take down Tavros now and find a way to escape before the tide overwhelmed you.

Without waiting, you surged forward and swung at Tavros. Your blade grazed his mechanical arm, and the air filled with the stench of scorched metal. The saber didn't penetrate, but the hit startled him, buying you a second. He swung his metal fist, the heavy appendage slamming into your jaw with brutal force. Pain shot through your face as you were thrown to the jungle floor, tasting blood as you spat onto the dirt.

Dizzy but determined, you forced yourself upright, ignoring the throbbing in your head. Your next strike was aimed at his legs, but the blade glanced off with a dull clang. Metal, of course. Charred fabric fluttered in the wake of your strike, but no real damage had been done. You ducked a retaliatory swing from him just as the pounding of droid feet reached the clearing.

Juna re-entered your line of sight, her lightsaber carving through the first wave of droids. Relief steadied your nerves as she held her ground.

You turned back to Tavros, assessing his movements. His strength and speed came from his enhancements, but no machine was invulnerable. You drove your elbow into his shoulder with all your weight. He stumbled, and you capitalised on the moment to strike. Your lightsaber drilled into the joint where metal met flesh, searing through the armour. He let out a guttural growl and retaliated with a swift kick to your stomach, sending you sprawling. Even as you hit the ground, you glimpsed the damage you'd caused—a gaping, smouldering wound on his shoulder.

Juna yelped in the distance, but a glance reassured you she was holding her own against the advancing droids. Turning back to Tavros, you adjusted your grip on your lightsaber, the heat of the blade radiating through your glove. Pivoting, you jabbed the hilt's pommel into his ribs, finding soft flesh beneath the layers of armour. Twisting the saber, you drove it into the vulnerable spot, but before you could finish the job, a stray blaster bolt streaked past your head, forcing you to roll aside.

Tavros collapsed to the ground, clutching his side and cursing as he writhed in pain. "Juna!" you shouted, your voice strained. She dispatched the last of the droids near her, the green blade flashing as she decapitated the final pair. Without hesitation, she sprinted toward you, her eyes wide with concern.

She reached for your arm, helping you to your feet. You linked arms and let her take the lead this time, the adrenaline in your veins barely masking the sharp pain radiating from your injuries. As you stumbled through the dense jungle, warm liquid trickled down your face. You told yourself it was sweat, but the coppery taste on your tongue said otherwise.

Behind you, the clearing fell silent for a moment. Then, the sounds of reinforcements began to echo faintly through the trees. The hunt wasn't over yet.

You ran until your legs burned and your breath came in ragged gasps. When you spotted a cave hidden behind a curtain of vines, you didn't hesitate. Grabbing Juna's wrist, you ducked inside, brushing aside the foliage as your lightsaber's faint glow illuminated the interior. The cave was small, its jagged walls close but comforting. Outside, the jungle was eerily silent, as though the pursuit had ended, though you weren't entirely convinced.

You limped to the back wall, your muscles aching with every step, and collapsed against the cool rock. For the first time since landing on this forsaken planet, you allowed yourself a moment to simply breathe. Juna mirrored your movements, leaning against the opposite wall, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. The silence between you wasn't awkward; it was a shared reprieve from the chaos.

When your eyes met across the cave, a laugh bubbled up unexpectedly from your blood-cracked lips. It was weak at first but grew stronger, filling the cavern. Juna snorted, and before you knew it, both of you were laughing uncontrollably, the sound echoing off the walls in wild, unrestrained relief.

"That could not have gone worse," you wheezed, a cough interrupting your laughter as blood spotted your palm. Your tone was light, but the pain radiating from every part of your body betrayed you. You pushed up your sleeve to inspect your arm. The skin around the wound was darkened with bruising, and blood streaked in dried rivulets, but at least it wasn't infected. Yet.

Juna, still catching her breath, nodded. "I'm glad you let me come with you," she said softly.

You watched her as she shuffled closer, her form dimly lit by the lightsaber's glow. She sat beside you, shivering slightly from the damp chill of the cave. Without a word, you shrugged out of your cloak, wrapping it around both of you. It wasn't much, but it trapped the heat between your bodies.

"I should be the one thanking you, kid," you murmured, leaning back against the wall. "You saved my ass back there with those droids."

She tilted her head up, offering a faint smile. "Only because you were too busy with the half-indestructible guy who threw me halfway across the jungle," she teased.

You chuckled, the sound low and genuine, and rested your head against hers. Her laughter faded, but a small, sleepy smile remained on her face. "I want to be just like you when I grow up," she whispered, her voice tinged with admiration.

The warmth of her words struck you hard, and your smile faltered for just a moment. You felt your chest swell with an emotion too complex to name—pride, affection, a bittersweet ache.

"No," you said quietly. She tensed against you, and you could feel her gaze searching for yours, though you didn't look down. "You're gonna be better."

She was quiet for a moment, but then you felt her relax against your shoulder. Her smile returned, brighter this time, and though you couldn't see it, you could feel its radiance fill the cave. That warmth sank deep into your heart, a flicker of light amidst the darkness. It was a moment you knew you'd carry with you, etched into your memory, a reminder of what you were fighting for.

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆

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Hi so I just had a sort of zombie apocalypse dream that towards the end morphed into something that felt HUGELY like a prediction sort of dream for Deltarune so. Yeah. Oh yeah also keep in mind this COULD ofc just be something my brain cobbled together using my recent consumption of both Handplates media and the Oblivion theory(especially the cryptic stairs part, that reminded me a lot of that scrapped Deltarune intro sequence or something). Well anyway here is it, have a ponder:

A door, I can’t remember the colour. But it wasn’t grey. Maybe it was orange. Or yellow, or brown. Something in between all of those. Maybe green, maybe red, but those are more unlikely. Definitely not blue. Three doors actually. Along a wall. More doors on the adjacent wall. Past the door? Void, darkness. Something like the gaster room behind the door. All black sole for the floor which was grey. The doors were still that same colour, in a similar layout three on one and three on the other, but aside from the three doors infront, the other three were on the opposite wall to the one before. Maybe there were four on the front? The one we ended up chasing through was in the middle of the front doors, but it felt slightly offset to the right.

Through that door everything was greyscale, including the people. It seemed as if they weren’t aware of us. Like a scene playing out, ghosts of the past, a projection of sorts. There were fireworks, grey fireworks, filling the air above. Maybe it was ambient magic, I’m not sure. There were a couple people, 3-5, I think the gaster followers by context but truly I don’t really remember what they looked like. Facing a person who was facing them, and seemed to be like, teaching them some kind of spiral-like magic pattern. Kind of like that spinny thing they do in doctor strange to open trans-dimensional portals. I have little to no doubt this person was gaster. As many things in this dream, the way he looked was greatly inspired by fan interpretations and theories I’ve consumed. Bore a striking resemblance to Handplates gaster, both pre and post face obscuration with that white flame thing. The white flame thing appeared in the dream when I tried to recall his face towards the end of the dream, which tracks. But I do kinda remember what his face looked like before. Well, two features to be exact. There were definitely cracks on that face, perhaps a few more/just appearing so due to being more detailed and spread out. And, and this will shake the Deltarune gaster is actually papyrus truthers I’m sure, he appeared to be wearing around his neck what looked like a red scarf, albeit torn and dirtied/faded almost to unrecognisability. Like, perhaps charred in a fire or explosion. At the latest/last iteration I remember trying to mimic what they were doing with the magic and struggling, only to have this weird thought of like. “No…I need a higher power. But what could be higher than a combined human and monster soul?”And I couldn’t think of what could be more powerful than that. And upon retrospection when waking up, obviously more human souls ie omega Flowey but I don’t think that was the point. I just have this feeling it was me becoming lucid, which would be reflective of a sort of meta direct interaction with the player in-game. Well anyway, in each iteration, he only seemed to notice us at the “end” of the training “sequence”. Like, suddenly gaining awareness. And then he would flee into the darkness behind him.

And then there were stairs. And a terribly horrible darkness. And then we were back at the beggining. Back at, atleast in this dream, the beginning set of doors. At the last/latest iteration I instead woke up but yeah. Oh yeah also the people I was with(I’ll assume at some point in the dream transitioning from whatever zombie apocalypse in a shopping mall hideout thing was going on to the utdr stuff the people I was with slowly just become. Susie I guess. Funnily enough I don’t remember Ralsei which is interesting considering that before beggining chase I(who I felt was Chara at this point? But I guess in Deltarune context this could be Kris 🤷) and Asriel(again, we both DID feel older even before the transformation so perhaps Deltarune Chara and Asriel? That or Ralsei, lol) decided to fuse souls/I absorbed his. ) ANYWAY WHAT I WAS TRYING TO SAY, The people I was with(Susie) didn’t seem to remember this sequence occurring before, when I felt it had happened atleast once already. With the implication it looped many times over and I was just starting to gain awareness after so many. And being like “I remember this” to Susie when we entered the firework room thing, but she just. Didn’t.

For me personally I think this could be predicting many things hence why I’m like, doing this. So I can look back for any potential connections when new chapters come out. But the one thing I’m getting a vibe for is that the multiple doors part is oddly reminiscent to be of that one maze part in Chapter 1. And the fireworks later are reminiscent of Chapter 2, atleast a little. Could we, then, come across some ominous stairs in Chapter 3? Or a looping theme, like a cassette resetting(tv related)? Or a tv remote rewinding? Idk. Aside from that this could also be predicting a pattern where random parts of each chapter foreshadow an eventual ending-ish sequence leading up to the big meta reveal or whatever. Also the er, the looping thing could be foreshadowing the time loop theory being true or whatever

Feel free to ask me any questions for clarification on the dream though honestly? Idk if my memories of it will be reliable from this point onward so. Yeah.

#undertale #Undertale dream #deltarune #deltarune dream #utdr #utdr dream #dreams #dream story #had a dream #had a dream where #deltarune theory #undertale theory #deltarune predictions #Asher’s Ramblings

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dolljennie · 8 months ago

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Learn about subliminals here!

What are subliminal audios?

Subliminal audios are music or ambient sounds that have layers (accelerated or slow) of affirmations/messages at low volume, which are absorbed by the listener's subconscious, and can alter physical/psychological characteristics or assist in the fulfillment of material or immaterial desires. Generally, affirmations are accompanied by binaural beats and frequencies or binary code, morse and genetic code. Each Submaker has an exclusive formula to produce their subliminal audios, whether simple or extremely detailed, which results in different combinations for different types of people.

How do subliminal audios work?

The affirmations are captured, assimilated and internalized by the subconscious, which leads the listener to enter a process of vibrational attunement with the affirmations heard, aiming to fulfill a desire, thus enabling materialization in the physical universe. Furthermore, Our subconscious is capable of understanding accelerated or multi-layered subliminals.

What are affirmations?

Affirmations mostly consist of a set of statements in the present tense that establish a desire expressed by the listener. Our subconscious assimilates these statements as truths, triggering the manifestation of desire. The vibrational energy of the listener harmonizes with this desire, acting as an indicator and signaling the universe to deliver more of what was stated. Affirmations can be long, short, simple or detailed. I will provide examples of each: LONG - "I have very beautiful, healthy hair."

SHORT - "My hair is beautiful."

SIMPLE - "My hair is straight."

DETAILED - "The keratin present in my hair strands is completely aligned." It's worth remembering that different types of affirmations work for different types of people. Some may get results quickly with simple affirmations, while others may get results faster with detailed affirmations.

How should I start listening?

Adjust the audio volume to a comfortable and safe listening level, and simply listen to the subliminal. You can listen while sleeping, during your daily tasks or even while working. However, it is important to note that it is not recommended to listen while driving or performing dangerous activities that require full attention. Using headphones is optional, but make sure the volume is set so only you can hear, as the subliminal can affect others around you.

How many subliminals can I listen to?

You can listen to an unlimited amount of subliminals because your subconscious is unlimited. However, it is important to be aware of overload. If you are unable to listen to all the audio on your playlist in a single day, this can create a feeling of lack and failure, which can harm your results. Therefore, when adding 100 or 200 subliminals, keep in mind that you should not charge yourself if you cannot listen to all the audio in your playlist.

How long should I listen?

Honestly, there is no exact time. You can listen for 5 minutes or up to 8 hours; this decision is completely optional. I recommend listening daily, 1 to 3 times a day, but that depends on you, (just don't listen once a century). Some people only listen once a century and then complain about not getting results with subliminals. Try to maintain a daily frequency, although it is not mandatory, this greatly influences the results.

When do the results appear?

The time to obtain results with subliminals is indeterminate. Some people may see changes in a day, while others may take months or even years to see results. The speed of results also depends on several factors, and may vary both from person to person and based on the formula of the subliminal being heard. Typically, some people begin to notice results after 2-3 weeks, however, as previously mentioned, timing is unpredictable.

The importance of frequency

For your desire to manifest quickly, it is essential that you are vibrating at the same frequency as it. Otherwise, the wish may not come true. To get in vibrational tune with what you want, it's important to act as if you've already achieved that desire. Even if it is necessary to simulate that you already have what you want, this helps to adjust your vibrational frequency. A crucial factor is associating positive emotions when saying affirmations or practicing visualizations. Alternatively, you can choose to listen to subliminal audio that contains the desired characteristics.

How to get faster results?

There are several techniques, methods and tips that you can use to accelerate your results. Here are some important points to consider: changing your attitude and mindset, trusting, realizing, acting as if you have already achieved what you want, aligning your vibrations, letting go, affirming to yourself that you are capable, maintaining a positive perspective, seek to eliminate negative thoughts, cultivate faith, in addition to loving and accepting oneself.

Results appear faster due to positivity!

If you find yourself saying things like, "Oh, I hate my life, I never get results," or "This doesn't work for me," STOP NOW. Start faking it until you achieve what you want. Try to act as if you have already achieved your goal and simulate positivity until it becomes real. Your subconscious believes what you feed into it. If you want to believe that you get results the slow way, you will actually get them that way. Therefore, be positive and act as if you are already experiencing your desires.

Remember that it's okay to have negative thoughts, but try to include more positivity in your life. It is also not necessary to pretend to be extremely positive; Go at your own pace and things will fall into place naturally!

Avoid being obsessed with the result!

You can look in the mirror if you wish, but avoid being desperate in search of immediate results. Excessive anxiety can generate a feeling of despair and lack, which can actually prevent results from being achieved. Don't feel frustrated if you don't see results in the first few days. It's okay to check yourself in the mirror as part of your normal routine, but don't worry too much about whether or not you achieve the results you want.

Stop worrying about whether you are doing everything correctly. Avoid checking the results every second and getting discouraged when you don't see them immediately. Just stop. Instead, listen to subliminals with an attitude of detachment. Don't dwell on it or worry excessively about it; Trust that the universe is working in your favor, as it always is. Accept it and let it go, as there are several methods to let go of this anxiety. If you are having difficulty with this, you can also listen to a subliminal aimed at getting rid of obsession.

What are locks?

Have you ever heard of blockages or even think you have them? Want to get rid of them? Well, THEY DON'T EXIST. We simply create blocks by telling ourselves that we have them. If you tell yourself that you don't have blocks, then you won't have them. The same applies to the idea of a stubborn mind: we don't have it, but we create it from our own beliefs. I used to believe I had a stubborn mind, but after changing my mindset, the results came much faster.

Find out if you have a stubborn mind and how to change it!

If you find yourself telling yourself that subliminals don't work for you, or repeating phrases like "My mind doesn't want to absorb the affirmations, so I never get results" or "My results are so slow," STOP. This is not true; it is just a belief that we create and come to believe as reality.

What I mean by this is that we do not have a stubborn mind; we invent this idea and nurture it until it becomes a perceived reality. The same applies to negativity. If you say to yourself "Wow, I'm so happy to get results so quickly" or "I'm incredibly lucky to see results literally in seconds", sincerely believe and trust that this is true, I guarantee that your results will improve considerably overnight. for the day. Before you know it, you'll be getting results faster than ever, and that's a fact.

Avoid listening to subliminals that are opposites!

When opposing subliminal affirmations conflict, your subconscious may generate results opposite to what you desire. This conflict occurs when subliminals deal with different or contradictory topics. For example, if you are listening to a subliminal for having blue eyes and another for having green eyes, these two topics clash as they are opposites. It is advisable to avoid subliminals that address conflicting characteristics, but it is okay to listen to subliminals that address the same goal in a compatible way, such as listening to subliminals just for green eyes.

What shouldn't I do?

Avoid worrying, being stressed or doubting. Trust the universe and allow it to do its work. Cultivating negativity and experiencing unpleasant emotions creates a feeling of lack and attachment. Don't limit yourself; You have the ability to do and be anything you want. It is possible to absorb accelerated, layered subliminals and achieve quick results. There is no limit, and you definitely have the ability to make all your desires come true. However, avoid overloading yourself and your brain. In other words, take a break if you experience headaches or any discomfort.

Symptoms when listening to Subliminals

Listening to subliminals generally does not cause serious or concerning symptoms. However, some people may report sensations or experiences while listening to subliminals. Keep in mind that these experiences may vary from person to person and not all listeners experience the same effects. Some common reported symptoms include:

Mild headache: Some people may experience a mild headache when listening to subliminals, especially if they are listening for an extended period of time or at a very high volume.

Feelings of relaxation: Many people report feeling more relaxed when listening to subliminals, especially when accompanied by soft music or ambient sounds.

Tingling sensation: Some people may report tingling sensations or skin crawling sensations while listening to subliminals. This is normally due to stimulation of emotions or the subconscious mind.

Emotional changes: Some people may experience emotional changes, such as feeling more positive, confident, or even emotional. This is because affirmations in subliminals can influence emotional state.

Drowsiness: In some cases, listening to relaxing subliminals can lead to drowsiness, especially if you are listening before bed.

Perceptual changes: Some listeners report increased sensitivity or awareness of their own thoughts and feelings.

No sensations: Remember that many people listen to subliminals without reporting any physical or emotional sensations. This doesn't mean subliminals aren't working.

Tips and Observations

Subliminals will still work if you speak another language, as long as you have a basic understanding of the language. Our subconscious is capable of understanding hundreds of languages, so this does not pose a problem.

Angel numbers (such as 111, 222, 555, and others) can indicate that results are on the way. Even if the signs don't appear, you will still get results.

Subliminals are free for all religions and do not have a satanic or demonic nature.

Trying meditation and visualization can speed up your results, although it's not mandatory. This can be a useful technique to complement the use of subliminals.

While listening to subliminals, avoid engaging in activities that require intense concentration, such as driving or operating machinery. You can do various activities throughout the day while listening to subliminals.

Stay hydrated by drinking plenty of water, as a hydrated brain tends to function more effectively, including the subconscious.

Although breaks are not mandatory, it may be a good idea to take occasional breaks, especially if you are listening to subliminals for long periods of time or if you experience headaches. These breaks can help avoid discomfort.

#manifestation #subliminals #afirmations #submaker

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y-rhywbeth2 · 2 months ago

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I had a question about Faerun magic lore, specifically in how it relates to sorcerors and wizards!

So, I know that wizards have to study their spells and memorize them EVERY time they want to cast a particular spell because once they’ve cast it, the act of using magic is basically so exhausting that they forget how to use that spell until they’ve studied it again. Whereas my understanding of sorceror is that they basically always know how to cast their spells/the knowledge of the gestures and incantations never leave their memory.

So my question is, how it work for a sorceror to multiclass into a wizard, lore wise? Because theoretically if they’re smart enough and try hard enough, anyone can become a wizard, right? So how would remembering spells work for a sorcerer who decided to actually STUDY magic and spells like wizards do? Would they need to study these spells EVERY time they wanted to cast them like wizards do, or would they be able to retain the memory of these new spells bc they have an innate ability to use magic as sorcerors?

Bc atm im kinda leaning towards the notion of sorcerors only being able to remember the spells that are like, related to their sorcery origin? Like a shadow sorceror could cast evocative spells after studying them but would have to study them for each cast but would be able to retain the memory of their necromancy spells with no issues bc their magic comes from the shadowfell and negative energy. But idk if there’s really any actual in lore basis for that

Ah, crunch vs fluff. Mechanics were never my forte, but I can give an opinion based on what I know/have interpreted from what I know. I'm not going to be surprised if Sorcerers vs Wizards: Realmslore Edition has come up in a novel somewhere that I haven't read.

I can answer this bit though:

Because theoretically if they’re smart enough and try hard enough, anyone can become a wizard, right?

No. Not in the Realms, from what I recall. On Toril the ability to use magic - the life force of the universe, apparently - is intended to be innate, even for wizards.

The core similarity in mages is the inherent ability to interact with and shape the Weave. The core difference of spellcasters in the Realms is in how they interact the Weave. Different arcane classes are using totally different paradigms to each other.

You can get the Gift from inheriting it from your family lineage, and sometimes you just pick it up like some sort of superhero origin from all the ambient magic and various shenanigans that Toril is full of. If you don't have it, no amount of studying will do anything.

(And then sometimes you don't get the full Gift from exposure to magic, not enough to be a mage, but 'one for every thousand-and-a-half' of the total population develop one or two innate magical abilities like clairvoyance, turning into a tree at will, walking on water, levitation, the ability to cast time stop, or whatever. On a similar level, wizards don't need to memorise cantrips (in 5e), they can just cast them at will.)

Wizards are mortals with the Gift, and with training learn to form pathways in the Weave through which to channel and shape magic to their will using established formula, binding them into the form of spells, and etc. Azuth is credited for a wizard's ability to learn and use spells (after Mystra, who allows them to access magic via the Weave).

Sorcerers have a scrap of something in them that isn't quite human, usually genetics/blood from something that is innately magical - dragons, fey, gods, devils, etc. Inherently magical beings. Cowards who fear the legacy of dragon-fucking have also recently added the possibility it's an exterior supernatural force that changes them. But traditionally it's because grandad was a 2000 year old 12ft tall fire-breathing magic cat-like lizard. As their powers grow it tends to change them into something more (draconic sorcerers often slowly transforming into half-dragons, for example) As far as I'm aware they learn shapes for magic to form based on a combination of instinct and trial and error and sometimes help from an older spellcaster (or maybe a dragon, or something).

While wizards need the Weave to memorise/assimilate pre-made spells, sorcerers rely on the Weave to 'recharge' spent energy. Apparently.

(According to Ed Greenwood, if the Weave - which is the gateway by which mortals can interact with magic - was forever removed then elves, dragons, sorcerers and warlocks (or rather, their patrons) would still have magic, they'd just need to relearn a whole new paradigm of existence to start using it again and find themselves to be different than they were before, in some fashion. Wizards and bards, who didn't get mentioned, are apparently out of luck in this hypothetical new post-apocalyptic world.)

Would they need to study these spells EVERY time they wanted to cast them like wizards do, or would they be able to retain the memory of these new spells bc they have an innate ability to use magic as sorcerors? Bc atm im kinda leaning towards the notion of sorcerors only being able to remember the spells that are like, related to their sorcery origin? Like a shadow sorceror could cast evocative spells after studying them but would have to study them for each cast but would be able to retain the memory of their necromancy spells with no issues bc their magic comes from the shadowfell and negative energy.

Mechanics suggest no, unless you use levelling up to change your spell list and add the wizard spells they studied, or add them when you unlock them level up. Wizardry is wizardry: Sorcery is sorcery, it seems.

Mechanically a wizard learns by memorising scrolls (studying the magic, writing it in their spellbook and then assimilating it on days when they plan to use it), a sorcerer can make and use scrolls but not memorise them (they don't know how to assimilate spells like wizards do, they just do magic).

Since a sorcerer and a wizard are engaging with the Weave in totally different ways and from entirely different starting points, I would imagine the sorcerer would need to engage in wizardry as something inherently separate from their innate abilities. Like knowing how to ride a horse isn't knowing how to drive a car, even if both forms of transport get you to your destination.

#Honestly I have no idea.#I've been flipping through sourcebooks and notes and going I GUESS???#Homerule it.#opinion corner #long post

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dervampireprince · 2 months ago

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If you don’t mind my asking, how do you do your foley? I’m a more casual/hobbyist VA and foley is a foreign beast to me. I’m also particular about Sounds due to being autistic and your sound effects are just?? So perfect? Like omg. Especially in nsfw audios because like. I’ve listened to a lot of different methods for like. Sex noises. And so many get overstimulating or just click Wrong with me but yours don’t! And I’m sure some of that is volume and audio mixing but I think some of it is the type of noise as well.

woa thank you so much, i've had anyone compliment or point out that aspect of the audios before.

i really don't do any fancy, i just do whatever i think works, i've never looked at classes or tutorials for sound/foley effect stuff, and all my sound effects i record live as i improvise the dialogue. i don't do any audio mixing, all the dialogue and sound effects are recorded at the same time on the same track. since everythings on the same track i'm just always aware of how far away i'm holding things from the microphone and if the mic is picking them up. if i want something to sound further away i just.. hold it further away from the mic. sorry if you were expecting anything fancy.

for any regular sound effects i just use whatever i have or i just use the exact item. for writing sounds i scribble on scraps of paper, for sword/knife sharpening i have a letter opener thats shaped like a sword and i just scraped a stone against it, for any clothing/bedsheet rustles i just grab any shirt/blanket and kinda waft it around, for sunny i have ribbons with bells on i made for a sun cosplay i never finished and i just wrap those around my wrists and talk a lot with my hands.

for nsfw audios the only sound effect i make is skin slapping sounds and i do that just by literally hitting my hand against my thigh. i don't do any wet sounds like other audios do because personally i find those sounds uncomfortable to listen too so i don't include them (and frankly wouldn't know how to make a realistic fake wet sound).

the exception to this is some of the ambient noise sounds are royalty free sounds from freesound. all of the rain, thunderstorm, campfire, cave dripping, ocean waves sounds are royalty free sounds from freesound and not audio i personally recorded. in these cases i do edit the volumes of each track until i'm happy with how it sounds.

idk if any of that is helpful, i really don't do anything fancy or probably properly. i don't know if i explained the sound effects you were curious about, i don't know if you were asking about any specific ones.

#the vampire answers #faq

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nomsfaultau · 5 months ago

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Fault crew in nightvale :D

Nightvale of course bristles against interlopers, but this time the discrimination is that they’re new in town, not that they’re anomalous. Progress! And obviously if Nightvale decides to keep them there’s not much the crew can do to leave, so eventually they might even settle into a proper place in the town. Having like actual jobs and homes is crazy for The Blade and Wilbur. They’re remarkable only insofar as they’re something new to gossip about, which is a game changer. Everyone is very skittish of Carlos at first bc of the Foundation, and would probably murder Dr. Janey Lubelle if she’s around when they’re there. The Dr. Blake vibe is just too much.

Tommy as an intern bc hello red shirt! In a purely goof sense I can just picture that because everything is so insanely dangerous, he can just try to pet Khoshekh at the end of each shift and The Blade is instantly summoned. This is how he gets a ride back home. Tommy is likely in the most in danger due to having minimal protection and being nosy. Immediately tries to break into the dog park because he wants to see puppers.

While happy to finally be able to walk in broad daylight, The Blade is NOT pleased with the government surveillance state and corruption and has declared war on the night vale city council. Him and Sheriff Sam are beefing hard. It’s ON SIGHT. There’s probably a plot where he tries to take down the Nightvale government and due to a random old law somehow ends up mayor and hates it. Excited to meet John Peters, you know, the farmer, and is extremely disappointed about the invisible corn. Not sure how a Huntokar and The Blood God meeting would go but I think they should. Like…a protector who is a destroyer, do you get me.

On the other hand, city council is really mad at Tubbo for all the forbidden secrets they’re just randomly stumbling across bc of the omnipresence of the swarms. Tubbo gets locked up in the radon canyon like every other day and Phil breaks them out whenever they get board of watching HBO. Tried to follow along with one of Earl Harlan’s cooking segments and got very disturbed, but Wilbur just followed the recipe not aware anything was abnormal. Plus in Tubbos’ backstory there IS an old woman Josie reference, so it’s possible they already know her and she has been using their honey in recipes for years.

Parallel between the faceless old woman who secretly lives in your home and the half faceless young man who secretly lives in no home is fascinating. She keeps leaving him like centipedes in his drawers or whatever and it just goes ‘oh nice a snack’ which probably irks her. Likes hanging with the glow cloud bc the ambient lighting stops the void, who is itself pretty chuffed with all the dead animal carcasses

Philza got a letter for jury duty during Hiram McDaniel’s trial and blew it off bc he was dealing with the Foundation. I think he’d be very chill with Josh Crayton, bonding over different forms and getting stuck in a form you didn’t plan on. Impressed with Tamika Flynn’s Librarian wrangling as a teen, though is more supportive of people growing and changing interests than Cecil dreaming of the glory days. And uhhh technically he’s responsible for the death of many nightvale interns since in chapter Phthalo I used wtnv interns to name Foundation employees. Possibly interesting implications if Chad Bowinger, Maureen Johnson, and Kareem Nazari went to work for the Foundation at some point…?

#ask #wtnv #welcome to night vale #nightvale #night vale #sbi #tommyinnit #sbi au #technoblade #philza #scp wilbur #dsmp #mcyt #fault au #sbi scp au #something to nom on

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clockworkspider · 1 year ago

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There was a post about this long ago that I've seen but I want to bring it up again.

A lot of times people in queer/leftist circles online don't realize how damaging it is, as minorities, to be constantly reminded that "somewhere out there, people you don't even know hates you", even when you're in your safe space, amongst your allies.

The fact is some of us live in that reality, and some don't, but many of us choose to find our own community to avoid/escape discrimination, find support. But instead of just being able to vibe/exist comfortably, we now have a constant reminder of in-group vs. out-group, and the constant warning just how dangerous the outside world is.

I experience garden variety aphobia in real life a few times a year, when nosy elders ask me why I'm not married yet.

When I gave a presentation on aspec to my co-workers, most of whom has never even heard of the concept of asexuality or aromantic, I was met with open curiosity and support.

However, when I started following certain bloggers in my fandom who openly identify as aro/ace, I begin to see posts on aphobia EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

Now, I know I'm fortunate enough to live/work in a fairly liberal place. And I'm not saying we shouldn't talk about discrimination. We should talk bout it so we can recognize each other's plight and organize, but in constructive conversations instead of a constant ambient tone of outrage. (Even SUPPORT and AFFIRMATION posts are often drenched in outrage. A innocent lil aesthetics fandom edit has 20 DNIs on the bottom.)

And I think it's worth noting um... how much you're dwelling on your victimization itself. And also be aware of just how much of your perception of reality is really shaped by the discourse you see online.

#discourse #queer

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mysafehaneul · 1 year ago

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Chapter 8 Part 6

Time passes excruciatingly slowly when a person is in despair, and Wonwoo is acutely aware of that. After sending the 50th message, a mixture of desperation and remorse washed over him. Each plea sent was a stark reminder of his own misery, and he had no one to blame but himself. He accepted that blame fully.

In the beginning, it had been his plan to subtly win you over, to make you fall for him so deeply that you'd give up the fight without realizing it. But now, he found himself in a hotel room, lying on the bed with his legs dangling over the edge. He was immersed in memories, scrolling through pictures from your wedding, from paparazzi shots capturing the three of you together, and rereading your old text messages. It's hard to pinpoint when his heart overtook his brain in this tumultuous journey. Perhaps it was the genuine smile you'd flashed when you triumphed over him, a smile so pure that it could make even the devil repent for his sins. Wonwoo was no devil; he was just a man, and your smile had captivated him beyond reason.

He couldn't wait for the evening to arrive when he'd see you at Jeonghan and Victor's rehearsal dinner. He was longing for that moment when he could look into your eyes and maybe, just maybe, find a way to mend the fragments of his own shattered heart.

The rehearsal dinner was a beautifully adorned affair in the hotel's grand banquet hall. The room exuded an air of opulence and sophistication. The walls were adorned with intricate floral decorations, and the ceiling was a canvas of soft, ambient lights. Large crystal chandeliers hung low, casting a warm, golden glow over the space. Round tables covered in fine white linen were elegantly set with china, crystal glasses, and silverware.

The grooms and the wedding party mingled gracefully around the room. Guests held glasses in their hands, sipping on appetizers and drinks as they exchanged laughter and lively conversation. There was still some time before everyone would settle down for dinner in their assigned seats.

Wonwoo, stood on the other side of the door, taking a moment to observe the gathering. His eyes searched for you, Thinking you might not have arrived yet. That's when he spotted you and his breath caught in his throat.

You were wearing a stunning deep blue square-necked, pencil-fitting dress with a subtle slit that accentuated your figure. Your hair was elegantly pulled back, allowing a pair of exquisite diamond earrings to shine. You were engaged in a conversation with an elderly woman and her husband and a young couple, probably in their early twenties. The girl bore a striking resemblance to Victor, most likely his sister, and the young man beside her was likely her boyfriend. The man said something that made all the women laugh, and you responded with a gentle chuckle, taking a sip from your champagne flute.

A pang of regret and longing pierced Wonwoo's chest as he noticed your empty hand. he felt the weight of your engagement ring he had given was safely tucked away in his breast pocket.

Summoning his courage, he decided to enter the room. The people standing near the door turned to see the late arrival, but his attention was solely fixed on you, who remained oblivious to his presence. As he took a step forward, a hand landed on his shoulder. He turned to find Jeonghan, wearing a smile on his lips but anger smoldering in his eyes. Leaning in close to his ear to maintain discretion, Jeonghan asked, "What are you doing here?"

Wonwoo looked at him and replied indifferently, "I was invited."

"You were?"

Victor who curiously followed behind him to see where his husband-to-be went in such a quick step, greeting Wonwoo with enthusiasm, "Mr. Jeon, what a pleasant surprise! I thought you weren't going to make it."

Wonwoo responded, "Well, I couldn't miss it for the world," as the two of them shared a handshake. His gaze remained fixed on you, You finally took notice of him and he noticed the series of emotions flickering across your face: surprise, pain, a mask of indifference, and finally, a look of hurt. You turned to reply to a bald man who had started a conversation with you.

Victor whispered something to Jeonghan, who clenched his jaw in response but nodded in understanding. Victor addressed Wonwoo once more, "Thank you, Mr. Jeon, for taking the time, and again, for helping us book this venue."

Wonwoo replied, "Please, you guys are like family to my wife, and anyone who matters to her matters to me." He noticed your sardonic half-smile at his comment as you took another sip from your glass.

Victor said, "Please enjoy the party," and then excused himself to meet his cousin. Wonwoo nodded and began making his way toward you.

He was just a few steps away from you, When from the other side of the room, Noel dashed excitedly toward Wonwoo, calling out, "Dad!" Wonwoo picked him up, kissed his cheeks, and said, "Hey, Buddy."

You moved toward the terrace, leaving Noel and Wonwoo to their reunion.

"I'm good," Noel said, "I just met Ivor. He used to play with me when I went to Aunt Leila's house."

"Is that so? Tell me, Did you miss me?" Wonwoo asked.

"I did, but I'm kinda mad at you."

"Why, bud?"

"Because I heard Uncle JJ and his mom say that you and Tante had a fight, and Tante was crying a lot."

Wonwoo sighed, guilt weighing on him. "I'm sorry, big man. I know I'm a bad person. What can I do to make you forgive me?"

Noel replied, "Nothing. If you make up with Tante, then everything will be back to normal." He squirmed in Wonwoo's arms, eager to show Ivor his achievements in Minecraft.

As Wonwoo set the boy down, he wished that making up could be as simple as his son's innocent solution.

You were standing on the terrace, gazing at the dark clouds passing by and the moon playing hide-and-seek behind them. A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you stood there, your arms crossed over your chest. The sound of the door opening and closing alerted you to someone's presence. The distinct click of heels against the floor confirmed your suspicions. Without turning around, you spoke, your voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and resignation.

"You shouldn't have come here. This is Jeonghan's and Victor's party, and I don't want to spoil their day with our problems."

A soft, almost pleading voice responded, "I'm just here to see you, y/n."

You breathed in the chilly night air and replied, "If you've seen and made sure I'm alive, can you go now?"

With hesitant steps, he moved closer, gently grasping your elbows. You flinched slightly at his touch but didn't push him away. Your senses were heightened, acutely aware of the lingering gazes and wary of drawing unwanted attention. He turned you to face him, but you continued to avoid eye contact with him. His brows knitted together, his voice filled with regret as he softly implored you.

"Y/n, please look at me."

You shook your head and questioned, "Why? So you can deceive me again?" Your tone dripped with sarcasm. "Knowing what I did was very inhumane. But that was before I knew how much I would end up falling for you."

Your head snapped up at his words, your eyes narrowing as you retorted, "Oh, so if you hadn't fallen for me, you would have continued to lead me on, huh? How noble of you, Wonwoo. Thank you, I guess. I don't know how to repay this honor."

He called you "baby girl" with a tone filled with regret, making you close your eyes tightly. His voice continued to explain, "I know my intentions were not the best, but that doesn't mean everything was a ruse. I myself am unaware when the line between real and pretending blurred. I found myself looking forward to seeing you, hearing you, making you smile, laughing with you, and touching you."

His head rested on your forehead, causing a lump in your throat. Your eyes remained shut because you knew that if you opened them, it might all be over for you. He continued, his voice laced with sincerity, "You don't have to forgive me. Punish me for as long as you like, and I will keep asking for your forgiveness. But don't run away from me. I don't know when and how Noel and you went from being a part of my life to being my life."

His grip tightened around you as he pleaded, "Please say something."

You slowly opened your eyes and took a step back. "How am I supposed to believe that you're telling the truth? Or is this all just to safeguard the fact that if I leave you, your public reputation will go down the drain?"

Wonwoo felt a vein in his forehead pulsating. "To hell with PR. Other people's opinions don't mean anything to me. You do. If you want me to burn that contract, I'd do it right now. I can give up on that. But I'm finding it difficult to give up on you both, y/n."

"I don't know what to say," you whispered, looking into his eyes.

You glanced around the empty balcony, with only the moon as your witness. "I need some time to think."

"Y/n," he began, but you interrupted.

"I just need some time to straighten a few things out. Then I'll let you know my decision. I don't want to make this evening about myself, please."

He frowned but understood. With a heavy heart, he took a step toward the door, planting a tender kiss on your forehead. As he reached the door, he turned for one final look, his eyes filled with longing, and then he left.

...

The sun met the moon as the dawn of the wedding day arrived, casting a soft, golden hue over the venue. Since the early morning, you had been consumed with wedding preparations. Taking the reins from JJ, you meticulously reviewed all the arrangements and orders with the wedding planner. Finally, the long-awaited moment had come. It was funny how weddings marked a new beginning, yet they made you reflect on all the past chapters that had led to this moment. You couldn't help but agree with your cousin's adage that the only wedding people truly enjoy is that of others, as during your own, everything seemed to flash by in a daze. Unlike many brides, all you'd done was a dress trial and then showed up. Everything else had been taken care of by your mother, mother-in-law, and your assistants.

The door to Jeonghan's suite in the venue was wide open, people bustling in and out, photographers capturing every moment, and the makeup artist attending to Mrs. Yoon's hair. As soon as she caught sight of her son in a white tuxedo suit jacket with a black bow tie, she gasped, tears glistening in her eyes.

"Omo, my handsome son!" she exclaimed, rising from her chair.

Jeonghan approached and hugged her. "Are you happy, ma?"

Pulling away from the hug, she replied, "Of course, I'm happy. My son is getting married!" She playfully slapped his shoulder and he planted a kiss on her head.

She continued, "If only your dad were here."

Jeonghan gave her a sad smile. "It's alright, you're here, and that's all that really matters."

Mrs. Yoon nodded and excused herself from the room. Turning your attention to Jeonghan, who had been observing the mother-son interaction, you said, "You look lovely, Mrs. Yoon. Be careful out there; these Brits are natural flirts."

Mrs. Yoon blushed and laughed as she made her way out of the room.

Turning back to face your friend, you watched him with a content smile. After a quick once-over of his attire, you commented, "Don't you look dapper."

He chuckled. "Hmm, thanks, but I think it's my face."

You rolled your eyes and stepped in front of him, a small box hidden behind your back. Bringing it to the front, you handed it to him. He looked at you with curiosity, and you picked up his boutonnière, pinning it onto his jacket.

"Open it," you instructed as you stepped back to admire the flower boutonnière.

Just as he was about to unlatch the lock, he paused and looked up at you, concern in his eyes. "Ah, I forgot to ask about what you guys talked about that he left abruptly like that."

You shook your head and said, "Doesn't matter. Today is about you and Victor; other things can wait. Come on now, open it."

As he opened the small box, his eyes widened in surprise and his breath hitched in his throat. He looked at you and then back at the badge he now held in his hand – his father's honor badge from his time in the army.

"Y/N," his voice wobbled. You felt your own eyes welling up as you directed his attention to a small note tucked into the side of the box.

"Go on; it's for you," you encouraged.

Flipping the note, he read its contents: "I am at that age where adapting to change is not easy for me. Blame my weak knees or the way I was brought up. But I do know, even with our disagreements, if you're happy, then I am happy. Love, Dad."

Jeonghan read and reread the note, tears filling his eyes as he pulled you into an engulfing hug. "Thank you so much, Y/N."

You rubbed his back and said, "You're welcome. I take card as well as cash," making both of you burst into laughter.

...

The wedding venue was a breathtaking sight, a charming outdoor space with an elegant and rustic charm. The aisle was meticulously aligned with a profusion of flowers, forming a fragrant, vibrant carpet that guided the way to the altar. An arch covered in twining ivy and blossoms framed the altar, where the officiant patiently awaited the couple.

The guests had taken their seats, each one a witness to the imminent union. Rows of chairs were neatly arranged on both sides of the aisle, adorned with delicate flower arrangements that added an extra touch of beauty to the venue.

The ceremony's song began, signaling the start of this momentous occasion. Victor's mother, dressed radiantly, led him down the aisle, her eyes shimmering with pride and joy. Following them were Jeonghan and his mother, the evidence of her tears evident in her slightly swollen eyes. Jeonghan proudly wore his father's badge on his breast pocket, a touching homage to his memory.

Noel, dressed in a little tuxedo that made him look like a miniature gentleman, sat beside you. You held his hand, offering reassurance and a comforting presence, as he occasionally squeezed your hand to alleviate his nervousness. You couldn't help but smile at his small, endearing gestures.

As the procession concluded and the march reached its harmonious conclusion, the officiant cleared his throat, marking the beginning of his speech.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have gathered here today to celebrate the union of two kindred souls, Yoon Jeonghan and Victor Sine, who, like many others, have shown that, no matter the paths they take in life, love and their hearts will always guide them to each other."

He playfully remarked, "I am well aware that I am addressing a congregation of quite well-informed individuals who prefer a shot of science before their espresso." A soft collective chuckle rippled through the audience.

"But," the officiant continued, "no matter how much we grow up, rationalize, or give reasons that feelings are nothing more than chemical reactions, and marriage is just a mutually beneficial economic and social contract, deep in our hearts, there remains a hope. A hope to love and to be loved."

"In this mayhem called life, when people choose love, they always choose light. The light that guides us from darkness and brings us home. That home may not be perfect, and its foundation not always well-sought. But even with those imperfections, there's a feeling that no one can replace—the sense of belonging, a place where your soul can rest."

He paused for a moment, allowing his words to sink in and warm the hearts of all those gathered.

The officiant concluded his speech with grace, saying, "I would now request the ring bearer to bring forth the rings."

.....

The reception was in full swing, and while the joyous atmosphere surrounded you, you couldn't help but scan the faces in the crowd, a tiny flicker of hope buried deep within you, refusing to extinguish. As the ceremony unfolded, you found yourself periodically glancing at the gathering, searching for a face you had tried your best to avoid thinking about.

Then, your phone vibrated in your hand, and you knew it was time. You called Noel, who was in conversation with Ivor, Leila's grandson, and excused yourself, mentioning you were off to meet an old friend in the hotel's restaurant.

"Tante, where are we going?" Noel inquired, curiosity dancing in his eyes.

Your heart raced, and your palms grew sweaty, but you composed yourself and pressed your lips into a tight line. "Baby boy, remember how I told you that I met an old friend in France?"

Noel nodded, still curious. "Yes."

"Well, I told him about you, and he insisted on meeting you."

"Why?"

You hesitated. "Because he wanted to see what a great boy you are."

As the restaurant came into view, you spotted Mr. Bulavia seated at a table, looking composed yet anxious, his fingers nervously tapping the surface. An array of wrapped gifts was placed on the chair beside him, and his bodyguard stood vigilantly nearby.

"Okay," you said, halting Noel and grasping his shoulders. You turned him to face you and adjusted his disheveled hair. "You see that gentleman sitting there?" Noel's gaze followed your pointing finger. "Yes," he nodded.

"That's My Friend."

Noel looked thoughtful. "Isn't he a bit old to be your friend? He looks like Grandpa's age."

You couldn't help but chuckle. "That's not the point, El. I want you to go and greet him properly, be very nice, and remember, he's a little unwell."

"Okay," Noel agreed.

With that, you both took a few more steps and reached the table. When Mr. Bulavia spotted you, he stood up. His gaze was instantly drawn to the young boy with golden hair and the cerulean eyes of the sky. He felt a lump forming in his throat, and all the weight of his past actions against his daughter seemed to hang in the air. A tear escaped his eye as he whispered with a broken voice, "My sparrow."

He turned to his bodyguard, with an expression that now held a mix of shock, happiness, and relief.

As you and Noel stood in front of Mr. Bulavia, you greeted him first in French, "Bonjour, Monsieur Comment ça va?" (Hello, How are you?)

Noel followed your lead and greeted, "Bonjour, je m'appelle Noel Hong. Enchanté de faire votre connaissance." (Hello, my name is Noel Hong. Nice to meet you.)

Mr. Bulavia began to respond but stopped, "Hello, Noel, I am Baden em-"choking up with emotion. He couldn't hold back his tears.

Noel looked surprised and then turned to you for guidance, his innocent eyes filled with concern. Noel offered his handkerchief, and Mr. Bulavia took it, looking up at him. "Are you okay, sir?" he asked with his kind and curious nature.

Mr. Bulavia shook his head, his voice trembling. "I'm sorry. I must have startled you, It's just you reminded me of my daughter when she was your age, she looked just like you."

"It's okay," Noel comforted him and asked, "Has she gone somewhere?"

Mr. Bulavia nodded, tears still glistening in his eyes. "Yes, she… she went to heaven."

"I see," Noel replied calmly" My mama and papa are there too. I will tell them to look out for her there." Mr. Bulavia nodded.

"It's alright if you miss them or even cry about them. My Tante says that when you miss someone, that means that even if they are gone, they're living in here." He placed a small hand over his heart. "Existing with you, with every step you take in life, watching over you as your guardian angel."

Noel's words struck a chord with Mr. Bulavia. He felt a wellspring of emotion and couldn't contain his tears. "Noel, would you mind giving me a hug?"

Noel shook his head and wrapped his tiny arms around the man's neck. Nuzzling his face into the crook of Mr. Bulavia's neck, the boy exuded a scent of cotton and apples. Their embrace felt like a bear gently cradling a delicate rose, and Mr. Bulavia couldn't help but take a deep breath to imprint the fragrance in his memory.

As they held each other, Mr. Bulavia looked up at the ceiling, then over at you, and silently mouthed 'Thank you.' You nodded and offered him a warm smile, acknowledging that sometimes, healing can begin with a simple, heartfelt gesture.

....

The hotel room was a chaotic mess, with empty bottles of alcohol and beer scattered around, and articles of clothing strewn carelessly. The dissonant blare of a ringing phone cut through the room. Wonwoo's head felt like it was splitting into two as he tried to piece together the fragments of what had happened the night before. The last coherent memory he had was of Rema revealing the contents of the will and the overwhelming weight you'd been carrying—death threats, work pressures, and so much more. He'd come to realize that he had added another layer to your heartache, and guilt gnawed at him.

His father had been trying to reach him for the past two days regarding business matters, but Wonwoo had been avoiding those calls. How had it come to this? One of the first things he'd done after learning about the death threats was to hire bodyguards for you and Noel without your knowledge.

His phone rang loudly, and he grabbed it without checking the caller ID, bringing it to his ear. A frantic voice on the other end hit him like a sledgehammer. "Wonwoo, where are you?" It was Jeonghan, and his voice sounded like he was on the verge of tears. "Jeonghan," Wonwoo said, pressing his hand to his temple. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"It's Y/n." At the mention of your name, Wonwoo's eyes widened. "What about Y/n?" he asked, his voice rising slightly.

"A few minutes ago, the police called and said that Y/n's car, I mean, the car she rented for driving, had a crash. They're calling to identify the bodies in the hospital."

Wonwoo's world spun off its axis. The words blurred into white noise, and a surge of nausea churned his stomach. He rushed to the bathroom, leaving his phone on the floor, and retched, sobs wracking his body. "No, no, no, this can't be true," he murmured between heaves. "She can't die. She can't die like this. She can't die without knowing how much I'm in love with her. That's not possible."

He had to go to the hospital and confirm it himself. He refused to believe anyone else; maybe you were doing this to punish him. It couldn't be true. He grabbed the first shirt he found on the floor and snatched his phone before dashing out of his hotel suite.

He was a madman on the run, the sweat sticking to his back and streaming down his forehead. Panic in his eyes, he gasped at the receptionist, "MY WIFE, MY-MY WIFE WAS BROUGHT IN HERE Y/N, L/N Y/N, A WOMAN IN HER LATE TWENTIES."

The receptionist tried to calm him down, "Sir, your wife…"

Two officers approached. "Is there a problem here?"

Wonwoo turned to them, desperation in his eyes. "Yes, there was an accident on Hoxten Street. My wife… My wife was—"

"Sir, please calm down and follow us. Your wife is in the morgue."

Every step felt like a thousand needles were piercing his heart as he followed the officers. As he reached the morgue, sobs wracked his body, and he dropped to his knees, his whole world shattering at the sight before him.

...

The afternoon sun was casting long shadows as Noel and Mr. Bulavia immersed themselves in playing with toys. The joy and laughter that filled the air were unmistakable. Noel chatted merrily about school, his beloved horse Lottie in the stable, and a project he and Wonwoo had worked on. The word "dad" slipped from his lips, and Mr.Bulavia glanced over at you and smiled. You were sitting at a nearby table, giving them space for their heartwarming bonding time allowing them a touch of privacy in this moment you brought out your phone and clicked some pictures.

Time seemed to fly by, and it might have been an hour or more when a sudden, unexpected turn of events disrupted the serenity. Mr. Bulavia's head began to spin, and his nose started to bleed. Your heart raced, and you rushed to his side, offering tissues and asking with concern, "Mr. Bulavia, are you all right? We need to get you to the hospital."

He nodded and, wiping his nose, turned to Noel, "I have to go now, buddy. Thank you for playing with me today; I had a lot of fun."

Noel smiled warmly, "Me too. We can play again if you like, when you get well, right, Tante?"

You replied hesitantly, "Right."

As Mr. Bulavia got up, he knelt down in front of Noel. "Noel, be good and grow up well. Always listen to your Tante; she's a good woman. And whatever you do in life, always be kind."

Noel nodded, "Thank you for the gifts; I will play well with them."

Mr. Bulavia turned to you, "Can I have a word with you? Don't worry, Rocky will be with him."

Once you were outside the restaurant, he expressed his gratitude, "Words aren't enough to say how grateful I am to you, Y/n. I'm glad my daughter had a friend like you."

You humbly replied, "No need to thank me, Mr. Bulavia. I just did what I thought was right."

"Can I ask you one last favor, consider this a dying man's last wish?" he continued, handing you a pen drive and a set of keys.

You looked puzzled, "Mr. Bulavia, what's this?"

He explained, "These are the answers to the questions that Noel will one day ask. When you think he has truly worked hard enough to deserve them, give him this."

You hesitated, "Mr. Bulavia, I vowed to Noella's crushed body that I would never let even the shadow of Bulavia touch him."

He replied thoughtfully, "Y/n, you're a smart girl, and I know you understand that even if he doesn't find them, they will find him. Right now, you know better than anyone else that kindness without honesty is just manipulation."

You shivered as his words hit home. His eyes flickered behind you and a knowing smirk played on his lips. He handed you the pen drive and said, "I leave it in your care."

PART 7

#(I HOPE WHOEVER MADE THIS WORD LIMIT BURNS IN HELL)#Aquamarine chapter 8

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