#soooo close to having my museum done….

[morgenlich]

going 2 swatch my new polishes and then. going to try my best to catch these fuckers

[stllite]

hyunjin hc's ✧˚ · .

hwang hyunjin x gn!reader

word count 680

authors note i've had this in my drafts for a bit and thought i would post it until i wrote another fic...hope you enjoy! i love hyune sm <33

you both appreciate the little things soooo much! if the moon looks pretty one night or there’s a pretty sunset, either one of you is tapping each other on the shoulder excitedly and pointing at the sight.

picturessss! he loves taking pictures of you and does it a lot when you don’t even notice. personally, those are his favorite! you’ll be looking over the pictures he took of that day and see one of you and point at it.  “when did you take this?�� “oh, when we were at the lake. you looked so pretty i couldn’t help it.” you’ll definitely be blushing so hard.

you guys have the best dates! you love just taking walks with each other, trying new restaurants, going to different museums, or just driving around listening to music. you both love exploring new places with each other.

while you guys love exploring, you also love staying in. just being around each other is enough for the both of you. your favorite pastime together is usually when he’s painting with soft music in the background. you sit beside him and write in your journal or read a book. it’s calming and comforting and you both love it.

speaking of painting, you’re his biggest inspiration. if he’s not painting you exactly, he’s painting things that remind him of you. whether that’s a sunset you both saw together that you were geeking over, a bookstore he saw that reminded him of you, or even small little details about you. nevertheless, you’re his muse.

if you can't make it to one of his shows, he usually facetimes beforehand and talks to you for a little bit to calm his nerves down. but if you can make it to one of his shows he’s with you backstage almost the whole time. the boys tease him for it but you calm him down and keep him at ease.

one cute thing you love about your relationship is when you travel with him on a plane, train, or car! you two share headphones and listen to the playlist you two made together. and when you’re both dozing off, you rest your heads on each other's shoulders. the cutest thing fr!

he lovesssss animals, especially your dog! him and your dog are besties and tbh it gets you kind of jealous that your dog likes hyunjin more than you. butttt kkami is all over you when you’re over at hyunjin’s so it’s a win win. 

if you guys are apart for a while, he’ll send you songs that remind him of you and send you some of the drawings and paintings he did. he’ll text you good morning and good night and tries to fit a facetime call if he can. even if it’s a short one, he just loves hearing your voice. 

he loves his cuddles! he likes laying his head on your chest and lovessss when you play with his hair. but, he also loves wrapping his arms around you and holding you so so close. he honestly never wants to let go. 

baking! you two are adventurous when it comes to trying new things so you bake and cook a lot of goodies (usually late at night) when you’re bored. sometimes, felix will even join in! and when you guys are done with baking you’re goodies, you usually share them with the boys and get their opinion. (they love it every time)

speaking of the boys, they are like brothers to you! it makes hyunjin so happy to know you get along super well with his best friends. all of you are super important to him!

late night convosssss! you two are best friends before anything so you two rant to each other a lot or get into deep conversations about random things.

overall, you two have such a pure and genuine relationship. he loves you and you love him and you two are sure to remind each other any time and any way you can!

<3

[kuridel]

🌸 It's been a while so i thought it was the perfect moment to make a post while I have some spare time!!

WE MADE IT!! Can't believe we are already living in Switzerland! It felt like a dream a few months ago, but here we are! Rui's aunt was kind enough to give us some space to sleep for a while and I can't thank her enough, honestly. Moving Countries is not easy, especially if you don't speak the language LOL, so I feel truly grateful! However we may be moving on our own at the end of next week closer to my Hubby's work and i'm very excited!!!

Okay so we went hiking very close to Ginebra city and it was gorgeous!!! 🌿🌺🌷🌲We even got lost at some point and I loved that because it felt like a real adventure. I saw a lot of new type of trees and plants and I couldn't stop taking pictures. I feel my best at nature! At some point I called my parents and showed them how pretty everything looked!

The first week we walked sooooo much, that I couldn't feel my feet once the weekend arrived!! And guys, Swiss nature beauty is another level, and I'm telling this and we didn't even saw 90% of the rest of the Country! I reallyyyy really want to go Hiking in the mountains of the North, and see the beautiful lakes ☀️

Oh and there was this amazing store at Lausanne city that had me internally screaming. It had soooo many stuff, and sooo many figures, books, art & videogames, it was insane! the third floor was like a museum full of outstanding figures and I took a pic of my fave ones which were DBZ and Saint Seiya! (they were huge by the way) I promised myself to save money and buy some of the Saint Seiya ones because THEY'RE SO PERFECT! ;w;

Not everything's is pink colour since the moving and all the stuff to get done is kinda stressing, plus I still suck at French so communicating is truly hard, but I'm sure having a blast and I feel happy to be here, starting to feel like at home 🤍

[thatcrazycrowgirl]

WIP Wednesday Tag Game

Soooo, @nemo-of-house-hamartia​ had tagged me back in January, but I didn’t really have anything to share at the time. However, now I do and I felt like sharing it!

Earlier today, I kind of got caught up in some old game about being locked in an abandoned museum overnight, and inspiration ran away with me, as it was something I could easily see my Syndicate OC, Magnolia, being caught up in, thanks to taking on a dare from her rival - so these little tidbits (they take place at different parts of the story, but I wanted to share both for context) were born! (And yes, of course Jacob gets caught up in the shenanigans too. haha) So, this is more of a fun, little “side adventure”, rather than anything tied to the overall main plot of my AU. To whomever reads this, I hope you enjoy! ^_^

Tagging: @nemo-of-house-hamartia (yes, I’m tagging you back, haha), @susann-noir, @havatnah, @straight-into-the-animus, @kiatheinsomniac​

"Don't forget, Miss Magnolia - you agreed to this," one of Hortensia's friends reminded with a smirk as Hortensia clicked the key in the gate's padlock, securing it.

"Enjoy your time in there," the smaller, raven-haired girl sneered, jangling the old keys in the air. "We'll be back for you at dawn."

Magnolia gripped the thick, iron bars and leaned her face between them, coming nearly nose-to-nose with her taunter. "You better," she insisted, her voice resembling the low growl of a cat, "because if I die and my body is never found, you're the first one I'm coming to haunt."

Hortensia's dark eyes widened, and silently, she considered how grateful she was that there was a locked gate in-between her and the threatening blonde with the piercing gaze that echoed the flickering, deep blue center of a searing-hot flame.

(Much, much later…inside the museum)

A shadowy figure slipped out in front of Magnolia, near-silent, and she barely had time to react.

The stranger clapped a hand over her mouth, cutting short her shriek. "Shhshhshh! It's alright, luv! It's just me!" he tried to soothe, his low, gravelly voice tipping off the young woman to who exactly it was. His face now in view of the candlelight, Magnolia's body relaxed a bit as he removed his hand.

"Good God, Jacob!" she hissed loudly. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

"On the contrary, I happened to be in this part of the city - and upon hearing about you being in here, I came to see if you were alright."

In any other situation, the young woman might've been touched by the thoughtful action, but at the moment, she was still too on edge. "How did you even get in here, anyway?" she instead insisted on knowing.

He smirked and leaned in somewhat. "I'm not sure we know each other well enough for me to share all of my secrets," he teased.

Magnolia’s expression flattened with annoyance.

Jacob, on the other hand, turned curious himself. "But what of you? How did you end up in this place? I thought it had been closed to the public."

The young woman looked away with an embarrassed blush. "Came on a dare," she mumbled. "And kind of…allowed myself to be locked in here…all night…"

Jacob's eyebrows sprung up. "Alone?"

She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, still a bit sheepish. "Umm…yeah."

"Do your parents know you're here?"

"Umm…no."

His eyes opened wide. "You planned all this without telling them?!" He sounded unusually alarmed.

"Don't be a hypocrite, Jacob," she chided, now fully looking at him. "You would've done the same."

"Well, that's a different story; first off, my parents are dead–"

"Don't split hairs–"

"I'm not splitting hairs!"

[iantimony]

i havent been tuesdayposting the past few weeks so this is a convenient time to try shabbosposting instead! we did it. we finished the semester.

listening: Homestuck Made This World podcast, more WTYP podcast, my spotify top tracks of the year playlist mainly, also scheherazade suite (the budapest philharmonic recording)

reading: nothing ♥️ I'm looking forward to looking at my reading list and hitting some of that though. Also making posts to queue for my museum blog

watching: I watched basically all of Bocci the Rock in one sitting with my partner, it's soooo cute

playing: hadesgame!

making: theoretically embroidering, I'm so close to being done with this project but the last stretch is trying me

BONUS: what delights have I experienced?

walking around: home for break so I've been walking my family dog every day :D before coming home I had some good lil walks around downtown too. a lot of pokego happening

fellowship, deliciousness: had some good hangouts before coming home; birthday dinner for a friend at a really good burger place (had a REALLY GOOD blackberry cocktail there) and played billiards after, small gettogether on the first night of Chanukah (my roommate did the cooking and while her latkes were not coherent shapes they were delicious) ... and obviously now that I'm home, hanging out with my mom and SO, making plans to see friends, made sufganiyot with @saltedcaramelbastard!!! and my brother gets back home from study abroad today so it'll be awesome to see him too (plus meet his gf)

goofing: well so. okay. the process of making the sufganiyot involved filling them with cream right. we made a lemon custard for it and put that in a piping bag, used a chopstick to make a hole, and then piped the custard in. the required jokes were made. however my mom thought this was so funny that when she asked if she could try filling a donut she (and I) broke down in hysterics. i do have a delightful candid shot that I will not be posting here but it was so silly

transcendence: semester is over..i finished the nightmare semester...

wildcard: not only is the semester over I PASSED ALL MY CLASSES. WITH WIGGLE ROOM NO LESS. B in quantum, B in the stupid math class, A in the machine learning class. i am akin to a god etc. never doing that to myself again lol lmao.

[emmythespacecowgirl]

Could I request a ship?

I have short dark brown hair and brown eyes. I have pearl earrings currently. I am 5'6. I am also ftm and gay.

I am currently learning German and Ukrainian. I play the cello (I would say that I'm pretty decent at it). I want to join the paratroopers soon and maybe get a doctorate degree in the medical field. I like writing books, reading, and drawing. I am very interested in history mainly the 20th century. I also know how to cross-country ski and love the winter.

My MBTI type if I remember correctly is INTJ. I love procrastinating and do well under a lot of pressure. I'm also very stubborn and awkward with talking to people so I don't have many close friends. For some reason, I have a sort of knack for doing things well, even if it's the first time I've tried it and that might be because I listen really closely to stuff to make sure I'm doing everything correctly. I need a straightforward path and a list of things I should do to get something done.

I have depression, anxiety and maybe (I say maybe because it's undiagnosed) maladaptive daydreaming, which basically means I daydream too much that it's a problem. Any small words of affection or reassurance sends me through the roof and makes me happy for the rest of the day (idk why). I also get angry very quickly and forget things quickly.

I am converting to Judaism so that’s cool. My sense of clothing style is just me pretending I’m in the military, pleather jackets, heavy jackets that are either camo or dark green, aviator sunglasses, a lot of neutral colours, fancy dress shirts/blouses, combat boots (which I currently do not own so just tennis shoes or winter boots), I have a few BoB pins which I have created on my own :) I like wearing t-shirts in winter under my jacket just because. The t-shirts usually have designs like aeroplanes, space, and museum shirts. I also have a collection of shirts from places I’ve never been cause I think it’s hilarious. I do a lot of things just cuz I think they’re funny.

I keep a lot of stuff in my pockets “just in case”. I impulse buy, which is a big insecurity of mine. People intimidate me easily so I usually wait to get approached to start a conversation. I like watching adventure shows like extinct or alive or expedition unknown.

 I would say that I have a very dark sense of humour and am almost always sarcastic when talking to my friends (also I love irony). I have an interesting music taste, most any song I listen to goes onto my liked songs on Spotify heh. I sometimes slip into a British accent or one that isn’t mine at all.

I tend to get myself injured a least once daily. (this is a not a problem for me anymore)

Wow can I just say that you sound like the most interesting person?! I feel like we would honestly be friends irl. I also really need someone to teach me how to cross-country ski, bc I’ve never done that before 🤭

I ship you with:

Lewis Nixon from Band of Brothers!

Ship theme song: Real Love by The Beatles

Y’all make the most interesting couple!

You both know a lot about really obscure stuff

Two Encyclopedia Bitches In Love💕

He finds your dark brown hair and brown eyes so sexy

The two of you know soooo many languages

He loves when you speak Ukrainian to him

Since that is one language that he hasn’t quite picked up yet

Meeting you during the war in Germany and he thinks your German at first because you speak the language so well

Lew was raised on classical music

So he loves sitting down with a glass of Chardonnay while you play your cello

Is very supportive of you entering the medical field

You probably meet at a field hospital during Bastogne

I feel like you two will have a huge shared library of books together

Lew is a lover of pop culture and history

He can spew weird history facts at you all day

And he loves that you probably already know all of them🤭

You love to ski?!

This dude will literally buy a Swiss mountain chalet just so you can both going skiing together in the winter months

Intj and entp personalities are very complimentary just saying

Y’all nickname your house Procrastination Station

Literally, all Nix ever did during the war

Besides drink

Was work under pressure

But he’ll never push you to do anything you don’t want to do

Nix lives in a very laidback manner

And he’s glad that you do, too

This man hates to be rushed through life

Nix was that Gifted And Talented kid in school

So he relates to your ability to do things perfectly the first time

Those first few years after the war were tough on you both

Nix had a lot of baggage coming out of the war

So he understands your need to be alone

And for escapism

Nix has a way with words

And he’s getting better at showing his true affection and fondness for you through kind reassurances

He’s a great gift giver

And an impulse buyer like yourself

So your home is probably loaded with boxes of random stuff Nix just picked up for you during the course of his day

Nix isn’t really religious

Nor is he that spiritual

But he’s supportive of your conversion to Judaism

He thinks it’s a very interesting culture

He has no problem with introducing you to new people

Since he knows it can be difficult for you to approach others

In fact, he’s quite good at making connections for others

Nix loves your sense of humor

It gels perfectly with his own

You never fail to make him laugh when he’s having a bad day

And for that he is eternally thankful

[mimzy-writing-online]

My Most Recent Chaotic Academia Nonsense

It's finals week, and instead of studying, I'm writing a tumblr post about the nonsense of my college education. Here we go:

I had a 7-8 page paper due that was worth 40% of my grade, and five days before it was due I scrapped what I had and started brand new with a completely different poem. (grade pending)

One of my classes has 5 essays for the semester but the lowest one gets dropped. The TA said I didn't have to take the last essay seriously if I was satisfied with my previous grades. So I submitted a "Spotify Wrapped, but make it Literature" of all the things I've read, written, and done related to school. Plus pictures of my cats.

The professor did not like this and asked that anyone who committed such nonsense submit a real essay.

Two days later at the lovely hour of 12 AM, the ghost of Emily Dickenson possessed my spirit and I punched out an essay doing a close reading of "613" and it was two pages, four paragraphs of feral feminist anger and it was so cathartic. I got an A.

(I titled the essay with a song lyric)

I wildly disagree with a different professor about what Dickenson is doing with her dashes. He argues that they induce moments of pause. I firmly insist they speed up the rate of the poem, demanding drama and emotion.

Essay 4 was supposed to be my throw-away essay actually. I was facing severe burnout and could not make myself focus enough to even pick a topic. So I told myself it just had to be something and it could suck, so long as there was something to submit. I had four hours left. Highest graded essay of the semester. wtf

I participated in a scavenger hunt at my school's library. Participated is a generous term. I followed my group while they did the clue-solving thing and I admired the library's architecture and felt tiny while wandering through the stacks and it was wonderful but also exhausting.

I wrote a 20 line speech for Ophelia that basically implies she was in on Hamlet's plot, deceiving Claudius and her father into believing Hamlet had gone mad with love so they would be distracted while Hamlet pondered his uncle's guilt and what to do. The speech was set after Hamlet murdered her father and was exploring her grief and guilt. I had soooo so much fun writing it and then I got to do a close reading of my speech and explain what little wording decisions meant.

I regularly send my best friend the most batshit quotes of what I'm reading and videos of me ranting about dead men.

After the semester he came to visit and we went to a local used bookstore. I got a book of Emily Dickenson poems and a book on T.S. Eliot, as if I hadn't gotten enough of them the two weeks prior.

Several months ago I went to the same bookstore and checked their poetry section for Calamus by Walt Whitman--but I forgot how to spell Whitman *insert upside-down smiley face* and kept searching for "Wittman" and getting frustrated. I didn't realize my mistake until I was walking home.

I went to an art museum with another blind friend and I described the art to him. I had some fun explanations of different works, especially the Picasso and Pollock paintings.

I forgot to check the weather while leaving to get to my final and did not bring an umbrella, so I walked 1.5 miles home in the rain at 10pm.

For that final, I had to identify and analyze texts I'd read this semester, and despite how much I deeply hate Alexander Pope, I spent a long time analyzing a sample of his writing.

I found out today that I have to read Pamela and Shamela for the third time next semester. Kill me.

You'd be surprised how many times you have to reread a work as an English major, or like read a different sample of the same work or author. And most of the time I find a new potential take or argument, some new idea or whatever. But it'd be really nice if I didn't have reread some of my least-faves.

But I finally got to read Alice in Wonderland! For all the references my character Anna makes to it, it's a surprise I hadn't read it sooner (reading it as a kid doesn't count anymore because I don't remember it).

None of my essays required an MLA works cited page??? What the fuck? Like, what?? How do you know I'm not making some of this shit up? Like, I write articles on the internet for funsies, I know how easy it is to just make something up and convince people to believe you. I don't do that, but I know I'm capable of it. Like, hiiiii big fancy university, what do you mean you don't care if I cite my sources??

I brewed sooo much tea at home. The Starbucks in my area don't make my favorite drink as well as the ones back home, and everywhere else does sweet tea and bubble tea and that's great but it's not for me.

I spent all that spare cash on cat toys, no joke.

And yes, my rough guestimate of how much tea I brewed was included in my "Spotify Wrapped, but make it Literature" thing.

[soullikethesea]

Rambles about all sorts of things

The attachment cry is still going.

I barely slept because I felt worried about the job thing and there was a thunderstorm. I feel like I might be giving up my integrity or something if I work for such a big company. Not sure how that all works in my head, but it seems to be a genuine worry (especially of the small parts). I don't want to be part of the evilness in the world, I really don't. That's why I love my teaching job. It's one of the few places where it feels like you're genuinely *only* adding good to the world. I'm not sure if I will be able to cope if I feel like my work may make some aspects of the world worse...

I also had trouble sleeping because I was closing a window during the thunderstorm and then sooooo much water landed on my bed. :') Not ideal. After trying to sleep around it for 2 hours and failing, I moved to my yoga mat. Significantly less comfortable, I can tell you, but I did finally sleep.

I feel like all I want to do is nag and be sad. I still feel that huge sense of worry. It's so weird how none of this was present when I talked to the recruiter. It's all so separated... anyways, I will have to make a plan for the day, I think. Get some things done, but also do something fun. Maybe go to a museum... I'm still reading Pinkeltje ("Little Pinky," lol) to the littles every day. We almost made it through the first book now and I have two more.

T gave me the homework assignment to come up with a house in which each room represents a different part. It's super creative, but so hard. There are no parts at all, right? It feels like the clinic experiences are still haunting me these days. Maybe that's because I got my hospital appointment affirmed for the endo. Yesterday I scoured the internet for reviews and I mostly found good things about the Dr I got, so that's reassuring. They also do an intake interview, for which there are mostly negative reviews (saying that the lady who does them is a bitch, lol). So I guess it's good to be prepared for that. With the triggers from the clinic experience nearby, I'm scared that I will present so "capable" (competion horse-like 😉) that they won't believe the pain I'm in. They refer most people back to their GPs anyway, with the advice to take the pill and follow the special diet. So I'm prepared for that, I guess I mostly would like to get an MRI in addition. I need to really prepare a LOT, so that I'll be able to deal with the appointment OK. The gyn is male, which is also going to be a next level of challenging that I haven't dealt with before.

Next week I'm going on a trip to visit my godmother. I was supposed to go a few months ago, but it got cancelled. Now she offered to pay for my tickets and everything. It's going to be so triggering, because last time I was there (OK, that IS a really long time ago) we got into a fight and it hurt our relationship a lot. It reaffirmed trauma messages for me and I got back soooo broken-hearted. Now, of course there is a chance things will be different. I just remember the insomnia from that time, the stress. Kind of like last night... but anyways, maybe it will be fine. A week of insomnia wouldn't be *that* bad either. They have a sauna and lakes to swim in, so that seems like it will be very nice anyway.

So yeah, the attachment cry. I want T to comfort me, but I also feel overwhelmed if she is too nice to me. Last time I felt a bit of that pressure, like I'm too tired and scared to face some of the trauma work, and I felt like she was trying to wrap up. I felt a bit abandoned there, but as soon as I could move again I packed my bag. And I think T thought that was a sign that I really wanted to leave, so she really ended up wrapping up, even though we still had 15 minutes left. And you know, sometimes we go over time. So who cares if we sometimes would go under time? Who cares? Me, apparently. But I did not want to show that, so I just left. Sometimes it's also good not to engage with triggers and all that stuff for too long. Maybe the attachment cry shows that it was not the best move. I think of what Old T said... (not something helpful)... that people need to "detox" from therapy. Like you get dependent on it or addicted to it, so ever since then I've been more afraid of that. I don't want to be soooooooo vulnerable.

Yet here I am. 😶

[sullustangin]

The Expendables

A brief ditty about three kill options (and I kept it under 1500 words!). 

Post-KotET

“All right. You go get your stuff, and I’ll keep an eye on the ship.”

Arcann nodded, silently, as he opened the shuttle door and jumped out onto the landing pad on top of the palace at the heart of Zakuul.

Annnnd that left Koth, with Senya, waiting.  “You aren’t going with him?”

Senya looked out of the viewport at the traffic that moved below them.  “I took my possessions with me when I left his father.  There’s nothing for me here.”

“Ok.”  Koth drummed his fingers on the dashboard.  It wasn’t out of nerves -- not anymore.  He was impatient.  He didn’t want to be here.  He loved Zakuul.. but his home wasn’t on this planet.  Wasn’t anywhere yet, to be honest.  He was only here because Lana asked him to do her a favor. 

Both Koth and Senya knew what that favor really was. 

“Maybe you can help hurry him along? Grab a bag, make a suggestion...?”  Koth gestured toward the door.

Senya shook her head.  “He needs his privacy.  The Alliance has watched him very closely since he arrived -- which I understand!” Senya said a bit quicker and louder than necessary.  “I just want to give him a few moments alone with his thoughts.”  She cast a look at the door that led down into the residence.  “You know, they’re turning this place into a museum.  And a mall.”

Koth leaned back in his seat.  “Well, finally gives people a chance to see what their taxes paid for over the last few centuries.”

Senya sat on the edge of her seat, constantly looking over at where her son had disappeared.  

Koth sighed, loudly.

“Could you --?”

“You just don’t want to catch him getting his girlie holo collection.”

Senya huffed, then withdrew slightly.  “I-I-I don’t know if he has girlie holos... or boy-ie holos.  I left before he ... went through those changes.”  Senya’s shame was laced through the sentence.  She was never going to forgive herself for leaving, was she.

“Well, he clearly likes girls, at least, since that’s why I’m here.”  Koth looked over at Senya.  “You let Arcann try to ask the Captain out or something, and now I’m here because Lana doesn’t want Spy Guy letting Arcann accidentally, mysteriously fall off a building.”

Senya pressed her lips together before replying.  “War -- conflict makes and breaks relationships.  I didn’t know how permanent --”

“Woman, your son threw his kinda sorta girlfriend into a freezer for five years.  He didn’t get over it. And now you let Arcann make a move?  You’re lucky Theron kept that to himself instead of telling the Wookiee.  You wanna see paternal panic?  Lord.”  Bowdaar was awesome, and Koth would have him serving on the Gravestone if he didn’t know the big guy wouldn’t stand being parted from Eva, his captain. 

Senya closed her eyes, and for a split second, Koth thought he’d made her cry and that was soooo NOT HIS INTENT.  Koth’s internal panic was quelled when she spoke, more tired and frustrated than tearful.  “It was the first time he expressed any positive interest in anyone that wasn’t me or his siblings.  So many years since he... Since he wasn’t trying to get revenge or best a rival in combat or play politics.  Maybe he was too awkward and came on too strong -- but I didn’t want to discourage that the first positive impulse he’d had in over ten years.”  

Koth tipped his forehead forward to rest on the piloting controls of the shuttle. He’d spent years blaming Arcann for the downfall of Zakuul. Knowing that it was the old emperor playing everyone made him hate Arcann less, but... it was honestly mindblowing to watch the guy hit ‘reply all’ to a Odessen holonet announcement to ask about how to do laundry. It proved how disconnected Arcann had been from reality all these years. 

(Lana made Koth help, once she knew via securiy holo that he’d literally been sitting next to Arcann as he’d done it.)

Arcann needed a friend to clean out his old apartment.  Well, the Force, Providence, the Galaxy, Lana -- they all moved in mysterious ways that had led Koth here. 

He unbuckled his seatbelt.

**

Koth found Arcann standing in the remains of a bedroom.  It had been blasted to shreds, the contents of every chest, every drawer scattered everywhere.  A fire had kindled on the bed for awhile before dying out.  Koth let out a low whistle, which caught Arcann’s attention.  “Vaylin redecorated in my absence.”

Koth stifled a laugh.  Arcann had a dry wit that came out when he wasn’t brooding or being clueless about normal people life. “She leave you anything?”

“A few things.”  Arcann held up an old carved box.

Koth recognized it as one of those multi-dimensional chess sets that only the richest people could afford.  “Anything I can do to help?”  Koth offered.

Arcann motioned around the room.  “If you find something not broken, let me know.”  The former ruler turned his scarred side in Koth’s direction.  “That might only be yourself.” 

A dry wit with a heavy dose of self-hate. 

The two men sifted through the remains of the room.  Koth managed to find one or two datapads that escaped Vaylin’s wrath.  Arcann pulled some clothes out of his closet -- all whites and blacks.  Maybe they could get the smoke damage out back at base. 

As Koth straightened up and cracked his back, he heard Arcann say, “She let me live because it infuriated my father.”

“Huh?”

“He told her to kill me.  So many times.  Even as she took the throne -- you know what she said to him?”

Koth hadn’t asked anyone what happened at the time.  He just sat in the ship, gazing down at Zakuul as all the lights blinked back on as people emerged from hiding and the darkness.

“She told him she’d give the throne back to me, just to spite him, if he didn’t shut his mouth.”

Koth smiled openly now.  “That sounds like Eva, all right.”  His grin waned slightly as he saw Arcann standing there, torn between laughing and ... not laughing at all.  “Well, at least you know she hates you less than your old man.”

“I’m alive because of her spite.  It... it hadn’t occurred to me that wasn’t the best basis for... companionship.. until after...” 

Koth read Arcann like a damn holonovel -- captains knew how to do that for the safety of their ship, getting a quick assessment in just a few glances.  “You went back after she gave you the brush off.  And she got meaner about it.  Told you--”

“Agent Shan’s presence in her ship after hours also bolstered the fact she hadn’t spared me out of any affection.” 

Koth cringed. “Arcann, you gotta give up on her or else she will kill you.  Or he will. Or Bowdaar.  Or the rest of her crew, now that they’re back with her.  She’s got a lot of people who aren’t afraid of going to jail for her.” 

And Koth was one of them, if he was honest.  Technically, he’d go to jail for Lana after Lana killed someone for her. 

Arcann exhaled through his nose.  “She didn’t kill me at the ball, so I assumed she --”  His throat bobbed as he stared around his old room one last time, balling up the smoke-infested garments and tucking them under his arm.  “I only knew love and hate.  There was no mercy.  There was never an in-between.  Nobody was permitted to live unless they were a stalwart ...Nothing was neutral or grey.  There was just white and black.”  He looked down at his clothes.  “I have much to learn.”

Arcann dropped the white and black clothes.  As he started to let the chess set slip from his hands, Koth darted over, easily intercepting the small chest before it hit the floor.  “Hey, the wardrobe needs an update.  But... you’ll find someone good to play with on Odessen, someday.”  Koth grasped the chest one-handed and braced it against his chest to make sure he didn’t drop it.  “For now, you’ll have to settle for teaching my impatient self.”

Arcann smiled, slightly. 

[katoktm6]

June 19. The lost hours

Last night, Hostal clean, no AC and a small non oscillating fan that would only circulate for 60 minutes at a time…people out on the street talking, yelling all night. Elyse barely slept, and I woke up every hour to restart the fan…I woke at 4:30 with a new idea and waited until 5:00 alarm…sat on side of bed and told Elyse, “I have an idea”. What if we leave our bags at the hotel, hike our coastal hike with our small packs, just bring water, sunscreen, and food ( no water or towns until the end of hike) then we could get a taxi back to our hotel, get bags, and taxi back to our new Hostal..excitedly we prepared for the day…22 kilometer hike and lots of climbing…how expensive can the taxi be? It was only $15 dollars yesterday…while we were deciding, Elyse opened her Polarsteps blog and found a message from Andy, my brother…that said something like open your wallets, enjoy where you are, live life! So, we left the bags and lightened our load and headed out happy and healthy…tons of water, a big sandwich to split between breakfast and lunch, cherries, a peach, and survival food…still heavy, but not as…for what we figured would be a 5-6 hour hike…signs say 3-4 hours.

Up and out at 5:45.. to the marina and then up up up up we were following the green and white striped signs today rather than the red and white because the coastal walk, the local walk was supposed to be gorgeous…it was spectacular. BUT …we soon learned, but not soon enough that many trails are green and white…we hiked to cove…down down down…took a million photos, then hiked up up up…but maybe too up..unclear where we went wrong, but we were at the top of a cliff, then the top of a trail, the bottom of a canyon, back up, out, up, around and back and up and back and a runner flies by…but we were so disoriented on the green and white, that we gathered ourselves, grit, perseverance, resilience, everything we expect from our students we put into use today…all day…3 hours later we were back to where we should have been after 30 minutes. Some great photos though…see terrain photos…

Back on track, time to hike to another cove… but behind on the steep descent..yelling, music, etc…probably 50 high schoolers headed to the same tiny beach cove. Ugh..on we go, legs tired. Get to cove, but just kept going up and over that cliff cove to the next which was “28 minutes” away…it is now around 11:00…an hour later we opt to bypass the next cove I order to beat the sun…but our new path was only sun…stop in shade to eat the other half of our sandwich and sip water, as we are still conserving as we have PTSD from the other day…only 2:45 hours left til we are done for the day…I will stop describing the hike here…it got a bit sketchy…when we decided we could not go any further and called a taxi, we were still “1:50 “ from our final point on the trail..it was 4:00. 10 hours of hiking.

The rest of this story…which takes place in the blazing sun, cliff sides,and steep ascents and descents, Elyse and I agree, is best to tell in person.. we keep looking at each other amazed at what our bodies are capable of doing.

Called taxi from yesterday…to drive back to hotel and get bags, and back to new hostel was $88! Ugh! But it would have been physically impossible to do this hike with our packs. No possible way…taxi driver talked non stop entir time while Elyse and I switched off nodding and agreeing with him while the other closed eyes..Mr. Chirp Chirp.

Hostal clean and owners charming. Showered (had to use my sock as a washcloth to clean the dirt and sunscreen off my ankles) laundry, booked Hostel for me for the rest of the way..but this trail is soooo difficult, I don’t think it safe for solo travel. I may get to the towns and day hike…I don’t need to prove anything or be a hero…although…

Dinner at the local bar..tapas. We let our waiter order typical tapas from the region…because, as always, no meals served after 3:00. This town has an anchovies museum and is famous for them. So we have delicious anchovies in vinegar on bread, grilled calamari,prawns, cannelloni, and potatoes with garlic mayonnaise…waiters choice. Plus I am drinking local red wine delicious…dragonfly in Spanish

Day was sooooo long unplanned. Tomorrow we will hike a portion of the 20 MILE route and taxi to Roses, Spain…spend the afternoon exploring town and Citidal. What to do about bags, we cannot decide….but we do know the route is the only flat day!

If you followed me on the Camino de Santiago…I loved every second, villages, people, food, wine, lifelong friends…this is different…the most beautiful hikes I have ever taken…amazing. But so technically difficult we don’t have the time or strength for more at the end of the day…and no other thru hikers..we think people know to transfer bags and day hike each section..we are in our final few days together and opting for possible plan Bs.. proud of what our bodies cans do, but not the Vibe of the Camino…having an adventure for sure!

[vcsh]

⊯ ‘ °   ♯𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙.         / SOUTH CENTRAL SUMMIT ’ ⁺  ◞

                                        /   ‘WHAT FUELS YOUR CREATIVITY?’ ⁺  ◞

“ Experiences that shapes a person’s life, their story and realism through art; like museums, movies, cartoons, anime…documentaries. I’m a little twisted in the head. I ain’t finna lie about that one. My imagination, that is. But I cherish black culture more than anything, and how prevalent women were from around the way growing up in Miami. Traveling to many places, and just watching people. From my mama, aunties at the salons, the ghettos my parents grew up from, they never hid anything from me. The reality of life. And I’m soooo nosy. I was always asking questions like ‘mama, what’s that y’all listenin’ to? Who’s that. What you wearin’? Where you get the from?’ It was always me wanting to know more. As a creative director your job is convey messages through images and expression. So that’s rooted in authenticity. Also under estimation fuels me. From face value, no one expects the things I’ve done or can do. Which is cool; it’s betta fa me to show rather than do a whole lotta talkin’. But overall, my creativity definitely stems from my environment and black history; our imprint and impact is poppin’ as fuck.”

                               /  ‘HOW DO YOU KEEP YOUR ORIGINALITY WITH ALL OF THE NEWEST MUSIC TRENDS + POP CULTURE STUNTS?’ ⁺  ◞

“ Honestly? Everything has truly been done under the sun. Like, everything. Those who I look up to like Misa Hylton, Kimora Lee Simmons, Dapper Dan, Hype Williams, Jean Paul Gaultier, Janet Jackson, Thierry Mugler, Missy Elliott, Kelis, June Ambrose, and Dave Meyers to name a few, were innovative in their prime. They were wayyyy ahead of their time. It’s stuff my mama used to wear in her videos that we rockin’ now; this ghetto glam, street wear, ‘round the way look ain’t nothin’ new. And that’s shit black girls had poppin’ before Vogue would feature it. Like, I still pull gems from my mama closet and I think that’s beauty of creating and being a creative. You evolve with the times, but you can also take from what you know and make it your own when you get inspired by other artists and their artistry. Personally, I love goin’ back and seeing what things was hittin’ fa in the 90s; that’s my favorite era. The 70s, too! I think it’s important to not stay sheltered or closed off to things you’re not too used to. Although I was immersed in the Hip-Hop, Trap, R&B genres, I’ve learned to expand my music palette; with fashion, too. “

                            / ‘HOW DO YOU HANDLE THE FAME + PERSONAL LIFE? DOES THE FAME GET TO YOU OR YOUR FAMILY?’  ⁺  ◞

“ I don’t give a damn. I never have, never will. My momma mouth and trajectory of her career has been filled of raunch, unapologetic truth and just being a bad ass bitch that’s gon’ do as she pleases. My daddy also say the best thing you do is be yaself in any circumstance. If people fuck with it, they do. If they don’t…? That’s their issue. Doing reality TV and having various cast mates honestly thickened my skin. I’ve met so many different people from so many different walks of life and different tax brackets; I’m talkin’ from the poorest of the poor, to the richest of the rich and guess what? We all bleed red. I think being your authentic self while in the public eye shouldn’t change much for you. Privacy is important, setting those boundaries is imperative…but if you make the choice being in the public eye, you gotta eat majority of the shit that comes with it, mane. Unless you puttin’ on for the cameras, ain’t really shit that could bother you if you stand in your truth. Lyin’ and pretending to be somebody you not over fame? Nawlllll, I ain’t finna do that shit. Stay true to yaself! That’s really the key to things. Thank y’all for havin’ me to run my damn mouth, honey. Somebody gotta say the real. Haha!“

[colossalsummer]

KOTLC book one READ ALONG part 2 of 5

I read the first Keeper of the Lost Cities book and annotated every page. Here are the highlights. (Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5)

Chapter 11

Tiergan: “I’ll see you Tuesday.” This is a weird thing to focus on, but… they have a seven day week like we do?

Soooo okay okay okay why are they giving her a top-level education gratis? Do they plan to use her once she graduates? Nothing in life is free.

Sophie: “What am I supposed to tell my family? They’re not going to let me disappear every day with no explanation.” Alden: “About that, Sophie. You and I need to have a talk.” OH-HO the truth come out

The sorrow in his eyes made her feel like she’d swallowed something slimy. Clearly, it wasn’t going to be a pleasant conversation. Ah—so this is a kidnapping. Cool.

Her registry pendant, Della explained. Everyone had to wear one, so they could be easily found. Oh so a collar. I’ll be ditching that come time for the revolution

Sophie: “But… why does anyone work, then—if they already have money?” Della: “What else would we do with our time?” Sophie: “I don’t know. Something fun?” Della: “Work is fun.” Spoken like somebody who’s never worked retail on Black Friday. Some work is dangerous and boring. Who’s doing that stuff?

Chapter 12

Alden: “Now that the Council knows you exist, they’ve ordered that you move here. Effective immediately.” Oh, I see. A kidnapping.

She didn’t belong in the human world, and she was tired of pretending she did. It feels a little messed up for all these elves to keep insisting that she doesn’t belong with humans. She probably won’t feel like she totally belongs with elves, either, and then she won’t feel like she fits in anywhere. Y’all gonna give this child a complex.

Sophie: “You’re going to kill me off?” Alden: “As far as your family and the rest of the humans are concerned… yes.” IT IS A KIDNAPPING

Chapter 13

Sophie: “I drugged my family.” Fitz: “You did the right thing.” Sophie: “It doesn’t feel like the right thing.” HELLO *looking around fandom* ARE WE ALL SEEING THIS??

To be honest I don’t have a lot of notes for this chapter because it was just so heartbreaking and distressing. Like I have one note at the end of the chapter and all it says is “oof”

Someone protect this child

Chapter 14

Alden: “Fitz can help you get settled in here while we’re gone.” Sophie: “Here? I’ll be living here?” Sweetie, Fitz can’t be your step-brother ’cause then there won’t be a love triangle

Elwin: “Whoa, that is some serious damage. It’s not permanent… And it’s not your fault. Toxic food, toxic water, toxic air.” Fluoride, smallpox vaccinations, 5G…

Elwin: “Now, try not to let this worry you, but your body needs a major detox. We’ll start with these.” …My essential oils

Chapter 15

Alden: They run an animal preserve at Havenfield, so they always have all kinds of exciting things going on.” COOOL

“We’ve even had to collect endangered species—gorillas, lions, mammoths—”  YES THANK YOU SHANNON

“Grady and Edaline train the animals to be vegetarians by feeding them gnomish produce; that way they won’t hunt one another once they’re moved to the Sanctuary.” mmm good luck obligate carnivores

“Another roar interrupted their conversation. Whatever it was sounded like it wasn’t happy about its new diet plan.” It is dying slowly because it can’t produce its own taurine but OK

Hopefully elf veggies are different than earth veggies. That’s just what I’m going to keep telling myself.

The path lead to a wide meadow, where gnomes were using thick ropes to lasso what looked like a giant lizard covered in neon green feathers. UNNH YES I DON’T DESERVE THIS

Also no wonder nobility work for fun, they got gnomes out here doin’ the dangerous jobs

I’m not going to bore you with my breakdown of this dinosaur reconstruction but as a person who worked in a museum as a paleontology educator these bits are the most exciting parts of the book for me. I rate this tyrannosaur 6/10 for scientific accuracy and 10/10 for handsomeness. Shannon Messenger gets 20/10 for popularizing feathered theropods.

…she couldn’t decide if he reminded her more of James Bond or Robin Hood—which felt wrong. He was so unlike her chubby, balding dad she wasn’t sure how to relate. Sophie, meet your new, hotter dad.

Chapter 16

At Sophie’s nod she conjured up a bowl of orange glop and a spoon. Why do elves eat so much goo? This whole time it’s been nothing but goo

Della: “Our world is ‘talent-based’.” AH-HA

Sophie: “Seems kind of unfair.” Yeah, who decides which talents matter and which don’t?

“Get ready to add the amarallitine, Dex.” Oh, I’ve heard of YOU

Grady: “I wouldn’t be surprised if he pushes for you to get transferred to Exillium—and let’s just say it’s somewhere you don’t want to go.” Oh, so there are BAD schools… it all comes together…

So if Edaline and Juline are sisters, is Dex like Sophie’s foster cousin?

Chapter 17

Dex: “The Leapmaster 500. You’re lucky. My parents aren’t nobility, so they’re only authorized to have the 250—it’s missing tons of cool places.” Like bad Netflix. I don’t love that this society limits where poor people can go.

Dame Alina: “First and foremost, whoever put the reekrod in my desk over the weekend will—It’s not funny!” *the camera slowly zooms in on Dex*

A spotlight focused on Sophie. Well, first day ruined. Only took fifteen minutes.

Her name hissed around the room like a viper’s nest. “Ssssssophie.” 

Stina: “You left it open, idiot. I guess remembering to close doors is too hard for the son of a bad match to remember.” Ah wonderful, eugenics. I love elf school

Chapter 18

“Mastering all the elements is one of the steps toward entering the nobility.” Everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked

“Dude.” Is this a human-obsessed thing or is there straight-up an elvish word for dude

Sophie: “What exactly is a ‘bad match’?” Marella: “A couple that was ruled genetically incompatible. Usually that means their kids will be inferior.” THERE ARE SCREENINGS??

Sophie: “What’s Exillium?” Marella: “The school where they send the hopeless cases.” Yep I want to go there

Chapter 19

Telepaths were in high demand. Once she’d proven trustworthy, she’d receive assignments from the Council. OH OKAY so they send her to wizard school and when she graduates they don’t miss a beat, just scoop her on up and enlist her

If a prodigy hadn’t manifested by Level Four, they might be expelled—and even if they stayed at Foxfire, they couldn’t take the elite levels, which meant they’d never be nobility. Most ended up working class.

But once again it didn’t escape her notice that Grady avoided telling her what his special ability was. It couldn’t be something bad. Could it? The man has dinosaurs so if he was going to do something bad I feel like he’d have done it already

Chapter 20

Sophie: “Prentice?” Marella: “Yeah. He was this supertalented Telepath, but he got exiled like twelve years ago.” Oh as old as I am hm how interesting go onnn…

Lady Galvin: “Don’t you know anything about alchemy?” FFFF that’s why I’m HERE you old BAG

Lady Galvin: “Dame Alina probably thinks this is funny, forcing me to teach such basic serums. Well, I won’t have it.” You know, you aren’t getting paid, you can quit. I don’t mind.

“I’m Keefe.” Will this bad boy help us lead the resistance?

Keefe: “Did you do any damage?” Sophie: “Only her cape.” Keefe: “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Do you have any idea how epic that is?” I really like this lil anarchist.

Keefe: “Destroyed Galvin’s cape.” Elwin: “Wish I could’ve seen that!” I’m recruiting this man for the rebellion. Keefe and Elwin get sorted in the Chaotic Good pile for the day of reckoning.

Stay tuned for Part 3.

[wewillwriteyou]

Ok I’m going to send the request. I understand if you don’t want to/can’t do it. I’ve heard a lot of people say Roger looks and sounds like an angel, but I’ve never heard them go beyond that. So do you guys think you could do a fic with Roger as an angel?

Summary: As the request says, what if Roger not only sounds like an angel, but he is, in fact, an angel?

Pairing: Roger x reader

Word count: 1.7k+

Warnings: this is mainly FLUFF, but there’s a tiny bit of ANGST if you squint enough, nothing too strong and it has a happy ending, I swear; mention of sexual intercourse, but once again, nothing graphic; some kisses and touching

Written by: @sweetgcreature

A/N: thank you so much @rogahs-drowse for sending such an amazing prompt!❤😇  Sorry if it took soooo long, but I wanted it to be perfect! And I really hope you’re going to love it as much as I loved working on it! 

To everyone else, enjoy! Love you, folks 🖤💫

 A growing glare flashes against your closed eyelids. You curve your lips in a small smile and extend a lazy arm to hug him.

You are already anticipating the feeling of the autumnal sun on your body when the roar of a distant thunder fills the air.

Furrowing your eyebrows together, you open a curious and confused eye. And, that’s the moment you see it.

The pouring rain is tapping against the window; the sky is grey, bog clouds are encaging the sun and its rays.

The light that was so sweetly caressing your eyes comes from him.

A bright, yellowish aura glows right behind his head making his already blond hair looks like golden strands. You want to touch them, to lock your fingers inside them, to intertwine your digits there forever. However, you resist to that impulsive temptation, to look at him one minute more.  

His lips are parted while whispered breaths escape his mouth, slightly curved to form a small, fulfilled smile.

You smile too, mirroring his satisfied expression.

Another thunder explodes in the sky, causing him to curl his nose and inhale deeply as he rolls on his tummy rotating his face in the opposite direction exposing his back and nape to your adoring eyes.

His circular halo fades a bit before starting to shine again, now completely visible.

You slowly slither closer to his body, propping yourself on one elbow to lay your face on the palm of your right hand.

The skin of his shoulders is pale, almost lucent; every relaxed muscle reminds you of those Greek statues people go photograph in museums or admire on the pages of Art’s books.

Your eyes trace every curve of his back with their gaze until they fall on the two, tiny red lines just above his shoulder blades. A trembling finger reaches and gently caresses them.

He breathes heavily and the circle of light around his head intensely shines, before he stretches his neck and he finally turns around to look at you.

You fondly smile down at him while a hint of red blooms on your cheeks.

“’morning,” he mumbles pushing his face on the pillow while he yawns. You giggle and look at his long lashes, his big blue eyes, and his little rounded nose.

Every detail of his face seems perfectly carved from the hands of the most expert of the artists. And, well, in a sense it is.

He catches you staring. He laughs. A melodious chuckle.

“Who are you?” you ask all blushed and shy when his hand stretches towards your face to trace shapes on your cheek and near the corner of your lips.

The halo is back, its light shines more than the thunderbolt that has just whitened every wall of the room. Another rumble follows.

“’m Roger” he replies in the most innocent tone possible. You roll your eyes playfully and fall on the mattress keeping your gaze focused on the ceiling.

“That’s not what I meant, you know it” your voice comes out low, cracked by the tiniest hint of sadness in it. Roger moves the sheets that are encircling the lower part of his body to slide closer.

You do not dare look at his face, but the corner of your eyes catches the light that comes from him.

“It’s complicated, right?” you whisper turning your head just enough to meet his eyes. The blue in his irises changes: from crystalline, it becomes darker, as a sea ready to welcome a summer storm.

“It’s complicated” Roger echoes you, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. You nod to yourself and sadly smile at him.

You can see his halo fading away as he adjusts himself by your side to pull you closer to his chest; you lay your head on his shoulder and let your hand lazily draw circles on his torso.

His hand is intertwined in your hair, and all around you a dull calm is hugging you tightly, in contrast with the pouring rain that falls outside and wets the window’s glass.

You know what is going to happen. You know you have to say goodbye.

“’ll miss you,” you admit, mumbling against the warm skin of his arm. Roger furrows his eyebrows and turns his head to catch at least a little portion of your face.

“What do you mean?” he asks, while his thumb plays with your earlobe causing heavenly shivers to trespass your spine. You sigh a half laugh and look at him.

“You do know what I mean – a shadow of guiltiness drops on his face, so you extend your arm to sweetly palm his cheek – that’s okay, Rog. You made me live the best night of my life, no regrets. About nothing. I’ll never forget you”

You slowly push him down until your lips glue together into a passionate kiss. Roger hums and cups your face to deepen the kiss.

He starts to feel a familiar tingling coming from his back and your fingers have just the time to touch the free skin of his shoulders because in a second a pair of candid wings spread open.

You widen your eyes and with a childish, admiring expression, you start to caress the white feathers that are covering both of you as a shield.

Roger smiles widely and kisses your forehead while the halo around his head begins to shine, as it has never done.

When your eyes meet his, you notice a thin layer of tears that are pooling inside his blue irises; a strange sense of preoccupation fills your heart, and you cannot help but stroke his sad face.

“What?” you ask softly, almost under your breath.

“No regrets” he echoes your words and you nod silently, while the tip of his right-wing tickles your shoulder.

“That’s what I said”

“And I agree. Deeply and truly – Roger adds, depositing a light kiss on your lips again – but I'm sorry”

He abandons his forehead against yours and in a moment, he feels tiny.

Ironically, he feels the vulnerable one. The one who needs protection. Therefore, you encircle his waists with your arms, to cradle him. To reassure him. To have him closer to your body.

He stretches his arms to sustain his weight and look into your eyes. He is crying glistening tears, which simultaneously reminds you of raindrops, snowflakes and little diamonds.

“For what?” you feebly question, already quivering of concern for the answer.

His blond hair has become a single whole with his aura, forming a single golden flare that crowns his head. His blue eyes are simply ethereal, while his wings fully open above your head.

Roger gives you a sad smile, caresses your cheek and kisses your lips one more time, before finding the courage inside his immortal heart to say:

“Because you’ll forget about me”

A white veil falls in front of your eyes. Celestial harmonies fill your ears. Then, nothing.

Black. Darkness.

You wake up in your bed. Alone. Confused.

You rub your eyes when a roaring thunder startles you. The intense, infinite grey sky that is visible from your open-curtains window is blinding your sight and you have to cover your face with your hand.

A terrible headache spreads from your temples and tangled memories of the previous night crowd your mind. You even start to wonder how you have reached your bed and your apartment safely.

You sit on the mattress and pass a hand through your hair, feeling your head spinning like a top.

Suddenly, the corner of your eye sees something: a white, little thing laid on the pillow on the other side of the bed.

You take it between your index finger and your thumb, studying it, making it spinning among your fingers.

The doorbell rings unexpectedly and you flinch on the bed, immediately jumping on your feet to approach the apartment door.

You put yourself on your tiptoes to see through the peephole and smile when you notice the figure of your best friend tapping her foot on the ground, waiting for you to welcome her inside.

“Finally! – she sighs when you open the door for her – what are you still doing in your pajama?! It’s almost three in the afternoon and we have to go!” she exclaims, indicating your once again confused figure.

I never sleep this much. What has happened yesterday night?

You ask yourself.

“We have to go … where?”

You ask your friend.

Her chin touches the floor and she raises an eyebrow, visibly incredulous by your question.

“Are you joking? There is the concert tonight! The Queen’s concert, for God’s sake! We’ve been waiting for this night for months, how could you forget about it?”

A strange warmth showers your body and you cannot actually tell the reason why. Only a pair of twisted flashes from a distant night fill your head for the fraction of a second.

Your friend inclines her head in curiosity and points at your left hand, laying still by your side.

“What’s that? And why are you so lost, ‘re you alright?”

You look down, between your fingers. The white thing you have collected from the bed a moment before is still there.

A white feather.

You look at it. You spin it. And you smile.

A reborn consciousness hits you like an ocean’s wave.

“It’s nothing – you answer to your friend, who is evidently confused – I just had a dream, last night. A beautiful dream” you add, more to yourself than to her.  

“Okay – she shrugs and scrolls her head – but now go! Move! Get ready!” and, saying that, she pushes you towards your bedroom as you both start laughing loudly.

“I can’t wait to see them playing! We must be front row! –

She starts and, as you get dressed, begins to fantasize about the concert.

- I have to touch Freddie’s hands! And John and Brian must notice me! Not to mention Roger! He is so handsome”

She sighs and you cannot help but curve your lips in a wide smile when she mentions his name.

“He so good at singing as well! And, believe or not, people who went to their concerts told me that live he even sounds better! He sings like an angel!”

An angel.

Those two words echo in your ears and your heart jumps a little in your chest. You softly caress the feather you have laid on your nightstand, before turning around to look at your friend.

You smile at her and, adjusting your bag on your shoulder ready to go, you friendly pat on her arm and say:

“Trust me, I believe you”

[nightowlfandom]

Yandere! School! Jeon Jungkook- Be My Muse (Part 2)

 HELLO! HI!  I’m sorry this took so long!

READ PART ONE HERE!

Buckle Up Folks! This is a long one! There isn’t a whole lot Yandere stuff here, but I did promise smut soooo that’s coming, I promise! Just bear with me, fam.

Also PSA...Karma Akabane....that is all.

Leggo!

...

“So you’d rather be with Jeon Jungkook than me?” 

You shut your locker, yanking out the little key just as Jino stormed up. Of course, his posse was behind him. 

“Hello to you too.” you huffed. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Why am I hearing that you and Jeon Jungkook a thing now?!” he sounded pissed. “I didn’t expect your standards to be so low!”

“Well, why are you listening to rumors anyways. If you had asked either one of us yourself, we would tell you no.” you said casually. “Can I go now?” 

“Hm, well what’s this I hear about you going on a date with him!” he crossed his arms.

“I’m not saying that’s the truth, but I’m also not going to tell you that you’re wrong.” you replied. 

“Y/N, he’s a damn creep! He’s always staring at you like he’s waiting to pounce or something.”

“Rich coming from you.” you walked past him. “Jungkook’s a gentlemen, unlike you.” you looked him up and down before walking off. You didn’t like how people loved to walk all over Jungkook. He was a sweet guy who just needed a friend, and idiots like Jino weren’t helping.

You walked around the corner to see someone walking out of a classroom. It was Jungkook who was in the middle of shoving a book into his backpack. 

“Hey!” you ran to catch up. 

Jungkook whipped around to find you jogging up to him. “Y/N. I was just looking for you.” he smiled shyly. “I thought you weren’t going to show up.”

“You know you’re lack of faith in me is kind of insulting.” you crossed your arms. 

“Sorry.” he mumbled. “Force of habit.”

“I can see that.” you brushed it off with an outward laugh. “So where did you have in mind!”

“Well...the art museum was having an exhibit, it’s a discount for two.”

“Awesome! Let’s go!” You grabbed his hand and began dragging him towards the school entrance. “We’re wasting daylight!”

“Woah! Okay!” Jungkook attempted to keep up with you as you two ran out the school. You couldn’t see it, but his cheeks had turned a bright shade of red as soon as you grabbed his hand. He could feel his face heat up violently.

 “Do you want to get some food afterwards? I’ll pay for it.” You asked as you two got onto the sidewalk. “I know the best place!”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that” Jungkook shook his head. “I mean-″

“Then I guess it’s a good thing you weren’t the one, asking. I offered! Therefor, you have no say!” you poked his shoulder. 

“Oh.” he stammered. “Okay.” he shyly smiled. “As long as you let me repay you sometime.”

“Is that your way of asking me on another date?” you looked up, tilting your head to the side.

“If you want...”

“Possibly.” you giggled. “Maybe...”

...

The museum was nice, you got the perfect opportunity to get close to Jungkook and actually hear him talk about the things he liked. It was like seeing a totally different person outside of school. You felt bad you hadn’t talk to Jungkook before. 

You were currently walking to that restaurant you were raving about.

“And then-” you stopped talking to laugh. “Lisa literally took her ex’s gym clothes and he had to chase her across campus!” you broke down laughing as Jungkook tried to keep his own composure. 

“And you got it all on film?!” he managed to get through his fit of giggles.

“I had to! It was too great to pass up to film.” you tried to breathe through your laughter. “Ah you should’ve seen it.” you shook your head.

“Y/N, could I ask you a question?” Jungkook asked, causing your face to soften. 

“Um yeah? Everything okay?” you looked up at the sky as you listened to him.

“I guess.” he trailed off. “I overheard you talking with Jino.” he said. “That’s why I thought you weren’t gonna show up, because I was afraid you let him get to you.”

“Jungkook.” you shook your head. “I’m pretty sure I made it clear my opinion on Jino.” you rolled your eyes. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

“Really?” you could see his face brighten up second by second. “Would it be too forward to say I’m glad about that?”

“No.” you smiled lightly. “Would it be too forward for me to say that I’m starting to like you more and more each passing minute?” 

“Um...no.” he returned your smile. “I like that, a lot. Does this mean I get another date?”

“...Yeah, but this time I’m gonna show you my favorite spots.” you nudged him.

“I look forward to it.” Jungkook slowly laced his hands in yours. “I like spending time with you.”

“Oh? Do you liiikkee me?” you teased. You had giggled at your own joke only to have Jungkook stop you on the sidewalk, slip his fingertips under your chin, tilt your head up and gently peck your lips with his own. 

“Yes.” he answered honestly, just as he pulled away. He saw your surprised face and instantly stiffened. “I’m sorry, am I not allowed to do th-”

“No! I mean! Yes! I mean, it’s perfectly fine.” You could feel your face grow hot. “I liked that...a lot.” you admitted sheepishly. This time it was Jungkook’s turn to blush.

“O-oh, really?”

“Um...come on! The restaurant is just up there!” You held onto Jungkook’s hand even tighter and began walking again, trying to ignore the sound of your heart preparing to jump out of your chest.

... (Fast Forward)

Over the course of the next few weeks, you had gotten closer to Jungkook. You had broken his shell and managed to get to know him. He was super sweet and super endearing. You even went as far to say you had a crush on him over the past 3 weeks. 

“Hey Jungkook?” You peeked into the art room, hoping to find your friend. You were taken aback by singing. Jungkook had his back turned to you at he sat in front of an easel. He was the only person in the art room, so you knew that singing was coming from him.

You let your jaw drop slack as you heard his angelic voice echo throughout the room. You were learning new things about him every time you saw him. He looked so deep in thought that you decided to leave him be. He seemed to be working super hard and you would feel bad just interrupting him. You quietly stepped away from the door and went on your way home.

Inside the classroom, Jungkook sat at his easel. His paint brush moved effortlessly against the canvas in sheer concentration. He almost froze when he sensed your presence from behind him. He had to pretend you weren’t there, pretend he couldn’t smell your perfume from so far. As much as he wanted to, he had to go over his plan in exact detail. A beautiful distraction would only take his mind off of his mission at hand.

“Hm.” Jungkook allowed a smirk to cross his face as he dipped his paintbrush into a small bottle of his signature red ink and signed his name on his finished piece. He stepped back, ogling at his obsession on canvas. 

“Another one done.” he sighed, running his fingers along the edge of the canvas. “Now for my biggest piece yet.”

...

“Y/N! You’re here!”

You stood at Jungkook’s door, your bag over your shoulder. “Yeah, I’m here! I got your text.”

“Thanks for coming, Come in.” Jungkook made room for you to walk in. “I hope it isn’t too cluttered.”

“Do you live alone?” you asked curiously, peeking around the room. It was exactly how you imagine a house like his would be. There were paintings all over the wall and the living room seemed to be turned into a painting station.

“Yeah. My parents travel a lot. So they’re barely home.” Jungkook sighed. “it’s nice to have my privacy.” 

“Cool.” you didn’t know how to respond, so you decided to change the subject. “So what did you call me over for?”

“I’d like you to be the subject of my next painting.” he replied. “The teacher knows someone at that art museum we went to and if I can create something with enough feeling, I can get it displayed!”

“That’s great!” you smiled, genuinely happy for him. “But me? Why not actually use a real model?”

“The art director said to use a subject that inspires me. Something that makes me feel...well anything.” he looked down at his shoes. “The first person I thought of was you.”

“Me?” you repeated. “I’m that person?”

“Yeah.” he smiled. “If I could have something I’m most proud of. A muse, if you will.”

“Say no more! I’d be happy to help.” You smiled. “What do you need me to do?”

“Okay don’t freak out, but I want to capture you in a sort of relaxed environment. Something in your most natural state, and that means...”

“Jungkook? Where you going with this? I don’t have to get naked, do I?” you chuckled.

“Um, no! But...I need you to put on a bathrobe.” He trailed off. “I promise I won’t draw anything too vulgar or intimate but I have this vision and I already bought the bathrobe and-”

“Jungkook! Calm down!” You laughed. “It’s okay. I said I’d help you.” you put a hand on his bicep. “I trust you! I’m gonna be fully covered, right.”

“Y-yeah.”

“Then don’t worry. Where is it?” You assured him. Jungkook walked over to the couch where a shopping bag had been sitting. He pulled out a white silk bathrobe. There was an intricate etching on the fabric that went down to the wide sleeves. “Aright, anywhere I can change?”

“The bathroom is through there. You don’t have to take off your um...” he tried to make it clear that you didn’t have to take off your bra and panties.

“Alright! Give me five minutes.” you smiled then off you went.

As you walked around the corner, all Jungkook could do was stare in your direction. You, his muse, was in his house getting prepared to lie across your couch for hours so he could just watch you. Study every inch of every crevice of every curve along your body. He could hardly contain himself. He’d been dreaming of this day for how long?

 He had already kept you from seeing his other five sketchbooks filled with nothing but images of you. From the day he first saw you, to the day you first bumped into him when you were heading into the Photography club, to the day you finally talked to him for the first time.

“Jungkook?” you peeked your head around the corner. “I’m ready, I guess.” 

Jungkook pretended to have just noticed you. You wrapped and tightened the robe around you. It was pretty big on you so it slipped off your shoulders a little. 

“Woah.” Jungkook breathed.

“So, how do I look?” you chuckled, doing a slightly silly pose. 

“Y-you look amazing.” Jungkook breathed. “Um, wow.” he looked like he didn’t know what to say. “Okay, you can just sit on the couch and do whatever feels right.”

“Cool.” you replied, walking over to the couch. “So I just...sit down?” You sat on the couch like he instructed, hugging your knees and leaning against the couch cushion. 

“That’s perfect!” Jungkook almost scared you with how he outbursted. “Can you keep that pose for a few hours?”

“I can try.” you watched Jungkook rushed to his easel. “So do you want me to turn my face towards you too?”

Jungkook looked up from his supplied to see your innocent face eyeing him curiously. You looked so adorable like that. “You can look where ever, but if it makes you comfortable, you can face me.”

“Okay then.” you replied, trying to get comfortable. After Jungkook had gone quiet, staring at you with focused eyes while he sketched your form onto his canvas. You noticed your robe slip down your shoulders and as you went to pull it back, Jungkook stopped you.

“Wait...that’s even better.” he smiled sideways. You would make eye contact every few minutes. You felt vulnerable in a whole new way. You were literally being studied like you were some sort of specimen under a microscope.

This was gonna take a while.

...(Hours later- Smut Warning)

“Perfect.” Jungkook whispered to himself. 

“Are we done?” you asked. “Can I stand up now?”

“Yeah, go ahead.” 

You slowly rose to your feet, stretching your arms over your head. Who knew staying completely still was so much work. “How’d it turn out?” 

“Almost done. The hard part is over though.” he smiled tiredly, standing up as well. Jungkook walked over to you. “Thanks again for helping me out today.”

“No problem. Anything for you, Jungkook.” you rocked on your heels, slowly growing nervous. “I’m glad I could help you out.” There was a silence between you two. You noticed Jungkook’s hand were covered in red paint.”Kinda looks like you we caught at a murder scene.” you joked.

“Oh really?” he laughed. “Grr you’re next!” he put his hands up in a fake-scary way. “I’m gonna get you!”

Suddenly, Jungkook wrapped both his arms around your waist, hoisting you up and beginning to spin you around.

“AH! STOP IT!” You laughed. You hd to wrap your legs around Jungkook’s body. “Put me down!” you yelled. “This thing isn’t exactly stable!” you mentioned the fact you were still wearing a robe. Jungkook must have  missed his footing, because one second, Jungkook was running around with you tight in his grip and the next you were practically thrown on the couch.

You were now looking up at Jungkook, who was hovering over you. You silently stared back up Jungkook, suddenly feeling 100% more vulnerable. He was silent, staring back down at you. 

Jungkook moved a loose hair that had fallen in front of your face.

“Is it normal to feel this way?” he suddenly whispered. “I never expected to fall so hard” he thought to himself. “Look at her, she’s beautiful. Her laugh is so innocent, so cute. Does she know just how much she runs through my mind. How people like Jino are so horrible and shitty for you to even be remotely near. I have a mind to do something to you right now....but I have to wait.” he thought.

“Jungkook?” you got his attention. His gaze met yours again.

“Yeah?” he smiled shyly. You slowly leaned up, your noses touching before you wound up kissing Jungkook on the cheek. Pure cowardice on your part, but you didn’t want to affect what you had with Jungkook

...at least not yet. 

(Okay people, THIS WAS LONG OVERDUE AND IM SORRY! I LOST MY FIRT DRAFT OF THIS NRGIEWHGIUHGNIUERNGIUEWHGIUE AND IM SO MAD AAAHHH November had been such a bad month for me, but I’m perfectly fine now! Soooooo)

[theshatteredrose]

Relic Keepers: Awakening of the Red Lily (Chapter 11) - Original Fiction

AN: I have a sinus infection (again), so as you can guess I’m not feeling very good. Understatement really. But I managed to get this chapter done before the infection really set in. So, slightly early this week, but I hope you enjoy reading~!

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Chapter 11:

“Now, remember that there are vast differences between Passives and Elites, and the mana that both classes possess. Elites have what we call Active Mana. Their internal mana deposits are the highest found amongst Indigo Children, and it feeds their physical strength and agility.

The mana that Passives possess is called Supportive Mana. Passives have the ability to draw upon the supply of mana around them, as well as within their selves. However, due to this, Passives are significantly more fragile than that of Elites. It is also important that Passives maintain the internal mana deposits. If levels should become low, they will suffer from Mana Depletion. If they should become high, they are suffering from Mana Excess. Both are debilitating and it is critical to know the difference.”

Eishirou tried to concentrate on his medical class, but he couldn’t stop his mind from drifting to other matters.

After visiting the museum, he had spent the rest of the day showing Zayne around the academy campus. He couldn’t show him around the Elite training halls and fields, though. Passives like him weren’t allowed to enter those places. The main reason they cite was that they could accidently stumble into the middle of a training match.

The other reason was that, well, they were Passives. Nothing more needed to be said.

But it wasn’t what had occurred yesterday that had him lost in his thoughts. He had a strange dream last night. About the underground chamber with the mosaic.

There was nothing disturbing about the dream. In fact, he knew it was a dream. So, he walked around. Inspecting his surroundings. Wondering why he was now dreaming about it. He didn’t note anything of worth.

Thinking back on it, the dream was actually quite boring. But it was the only dream he had last night. He had the usual vivid dreams that made no sense and he usually forgot about it in the morning. But this one stuck with him. He could remember everything.

Everything other than why he was so hung up on it.

Yeah, kinda annoying.

The chiming of a bell indicating the end of a lesson harshly pulled Eishirou from his thoughts. He sat straight in his seat and dumbly looked around at his classmates, noting that they were gathering their belongs to move on to their next class.

He winced and quickly began to pack up his belongings, too.

Crap, he had been daydreaming throughout the entire class! Hope Professor Neriah didn’t notice he was spacing.

“Eishirou, a word before you leave.”

Ah, man. Sounded like he did notice him spacing.

“Ah, sure,” Eishirou murmured as he made his way down the stairs of the auditorium and approached the desk at centre stage.

He wasn’t too worried, though. Just feeling sheepish. He usually enjoyed Neriah’s classes as he was a rather laid-back teacher with interesting antidotes to tell. He was also one of the popular teachers at the academy. Long blue hair that reached past his shoulder blades, deep orange eyes, and deep brown skin; it was easy to admit that he was quite the handsome Professor. Young, too.

With his long blue hair pulled back into a ponytail, Neriah gave him an inspecting look as Eishirou reached his desk. “I heard about what happened the other day. You went through quite the ordeal. I was honestly surprised that you came to class today.”

Eishirou rubbed the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed. He couldn’t help but wonder how far word about what had happened had spread. “Ah, that. It’s fine. Nothing happened. Just got separated for a bit.”

Ah, yeah…that wasn’t very convincing, was it?

He smiled as he folded his arms behind his back and leaned forward in a playful way. “Although, I did get to use my Medic skills while out on the field. Soooo…Do I get extra credit?”

Neriah breathed heavily through his nose that was akin to a laugh and he smiled. “I'll think about it.”

“Aww, come on!”

“Hm.” Neriah hummed in thought as he picked up his tablet and flicked through his files. He, however, glanced over the top of the tablet. “You did look a little vague today. Something else on your mind?”

“Well, I was just thinking about the expedition,” Eishirou admitted. “About that runestone in particular. I’m heading over to the museum to finally piece it together later today, so I guess I’m just anxious to get to work.”

Neriah listened as he prattled before he uttered a sigh. “You honestly work harder than most professors at this academy. It’s a little concerning.”

Eishirou rubbed the back of his head in an apologetic manner. “I’ll try to be more present next time, I promise.”

“Your grades are the same so it’s not that I’m worried about,” Neriah returned. “I’m concerned with you going out in the field. It can be dangerous.”

Well, yeah. There was no denying that.

“But I need experience, right?” Eishirou reasoned. “And the only way to get experience is to get out there. Right?”

Neriah uttered a sigh of defeat and leaned back into his chair. “Well, I can’t argue with that. I guess I’m just feeling protective of my favourite student. You’re a hard worker. Don’t push yourself.”

It made Eishirou happy to hear Neriah say that about him. “I’ll be fine. Promise.”

An expression of realisation flickered across his face. “Although, speaking of experience; you’ll be coming up for some work experience at the infirmary soon.”

Eishirou tilted his head to the side. “Work experience?”

“At this point, it's just a formality. But I do think working in a sterile environment of the infirmary would be good for you. But we'll talk about that later.” Neriah placed his hands on his table and pushed himself to his feet. He hooked his tablet under his arm as he reached out with his hand to poke Eishirou in the middle of the forehead. “Go on, get going. And try to look interested in class next time.”

“I will, I promise!”

Eishirou hitched his bag upon his shoulder as he hurried out of the classroom. He moved faster than usual, eager to get back to the museum and actually start working on that broken stone tablet.

The weather outside the academy was warm, as per usual, with only a slight breeze holding a hint of sea salt. As he moved down the paths that would eventually lead him to his destination, he glanced out at the horizon.

The Sanctuary city of Araluen was surrounded completely by the sea, with large sea walls encompassing the city three miles out to sea. The port gates were open, allowing for ships and tankers to reach the docks. Those gates would close during the cyclone season, which would last for approximately three months.

Storms during those months were quite vicious. Apparently far worse than the storms that occurred before the Bombardment.

“Ah, Eishirou!”

A cheery voice pulled Eishirou from his musings and he turned his head to look down the path he instinctively followed. He was greeted by the sight of another professor of the academy waving cheerfully at him as the two walked toward each other.

Professor Tyrone, an expert in debunking lies and hearsay in ancient documents.

He was a handsome guy, to be completely honest. A lot of students had slight crushes on him. Not hard to see why; golden blond hair, brown skin that was likely due to being outside a little too often, and was tall with rippling muscles. Not to mention a cheery, somewhat flirty personality, and a go-get-em attitude.

“Professor Tyrone,” Eishirou greeted formally as the two finally reached each other.

“Now, how many times do I have to tell you not to be so formal,” Professor Tyrone chided with a smile. “Just Irwin will do.”

Eishirou nodded and smiled back. “Well, Irwin, what brings you out here?”

Irwin smiled broadly. “Oh, I was just visiting the museum. I heard rumours about a certain expedition. Demanded ol’ Jacob to spill the goods. We sure are fortunate that our favourite little medic here had an Elite protecting him.”

Eishirou felt himself flush and wince at the same time. “You know about that, too?”

Irwin released a loud laugh of amusement, seemingly oblivious to his embarrassment. Or was all too aware and found amusement in it. “You made quite the discovery, yeah? An underground maze, a mosaic, ravenous ShadowDwellers. Quiet the day.”

“You’re telling me…”

“That runestone sure sounds interesting,” Irwin continued before a comically disgruntled expression appeared on his face and he began to whine. “But ol’ Jacob is such a stick in the mud. He wouldn’t go into detail about the runestone. It’s not fuel for gossip, he said. We’re still working on it, he said. Rude. I was just curious.”

“He’s right, though.”

Irwin waved his hand dismissively. “Semantics! I really am interested, though. Sounds like quiet the intriguing mystery. Hm?”

Eishirou folded his arms across his chest and purposely turned away from him. “Nope, not giving in.”

Irwin loudly clapped his hands in front of him in a pleading gesture. “Please! You have to tell me. This is so interesting. Don’t leave a guy hanging!”

Eishirou had to laugh. Honestly, the guy looked like he would burst into tears at any second now. “Alright, alright,” he relented as he stepped around the animated professor. “If I learn anything else, I’ll be sure to share it with you.”

“Ooh, you’re just precious!” Irwin crooned as he pumped his fist in satisfaction. He then merrily continued his way toward the academy, waving his hand over his shoulder at him in an all-too cheery manner. “I look forward to gossiping with you!”

Eishirou watched until Irwin was out of sight before he shook his head. That guy. He certainly was a character.

Never mind that now. He had work he needed to do before lunch time!

Grasping onto the strap of his bag, Eishirou broke into a light jog as he continued toward the museum. He slowed to a fast walk when he entered the building and headed straight to the back, where the labs and investigation rooms were located.

“There you are,” Jacob said in a form of greeting as Eishirou entered the observation deck.

“Sorry,” Eishirou returned as he shrugged his bag from his shoulder and dropped it into an empty seat. “Ran into Irwin on the way here.”

“Still whining?”

“Yup.”

Jacob snorted. “He’s just jealous that you made an intriguing discovery. He’s always trying to outdo us.”

As Eishirou walked past him, he tilted his head to the side. “Rivals?” he teased.

“Please!” Prof scoffed loudly as he folded his arms across his chest in a purely disgruntled manner. “We’re not even in the same league!”

Eishirou sniggered to himself. Yup, they were rivals. He couldn’t outrightly say they were friendly rivals as it wasn’t uncommon for the two to come to near brawls and hurl insults at each other when things got heated. But they always went out for drinks later.

It was actually quite comical watching the two try to out-do each other in a strained civil manner.

“Anyway, let’s get to work on this runestone,” Jacob announced.

Eishirou nodded his head. He followed Jacob down the short staircase to the labs below. And in the middle of the room was a large, sturdy table that held the broken remains of the stone tablet. It had mostly been puzzled back together, so all he needed to do was to use his Passive Skill to restore it back to its original form.

Rolling back his sleeves, Eishirou walked over to the red stones and placed his hands upon it. He closed his eyes and concentrated. Warmth emanated from his hands and though he could not see it, he knew that the green mana from his hands seeped out into the cracks and began to aid in the stones etching together, restoring it to the stone’s original form.

Pictures suddenly slammed into his mind. Flashing one after the other. Flickering slowly.

A white face with a golden crown. The mosaic of the underground chamber.

A flower of vivid red petals growing from a crimson gem. The crown he had seen in previous recording.

And a figure in white before a full moon. A tall white building in the background. Light from the building. Pointing at something.

The last vision lasted longer than the previous two. It felt important.

As the pictures dissipated from his mind, he reeled his head back and shook his head. A hand soon grasped onto his shoulder and he turned his head to find Jacob looking at him with an expression of concern and curiosity.

“Another recording?”

Eishirou nodded his head once. “An image of the mosaic.”

A frown twitched onto Jacob’s lips. “I see. Then it’s safe to say that this runestone and the painting you found in that underground chamber are connected somehow. Anything else?”

Again, Eishirou gave a short nod. “Yeah. Another painting. I don’t recognise it. It…” he had to close his eyes in an attempt to pull the picture into his mind again. “…A white figure in front of something that looked like a lighthouse.”

“Hmm…another location, then?” Jacob continued to ponder.

Yeah, that would be a safe bet. The last imagine in particular felt important, though the pictures were the only thing that came through the recording. No words. No voices. Just imagine.

Jacob soon shook his head and turned his focus back to the reconstructed runestone. That prompted Eishirou to do the same.

Leaning over the tablet, it took them a minute or two to read the etchings within the stone. Thanks to Eishirou’s restorative abilities, the words were far easier to read. Though, that didn’t mean what they were able to read made much sense.

“When the time comes, awaken the illumination of the Red Lily.

Radiant light of spiritual blessings to the cosmic intelligence.

Raise vibrations to higher plains.

Fearless is that of the great spirit.”

Eishirou turned his attention to Jacob. “What do you think that means?”

Jacob had a contemplative look on his face. “It’s leading to something, obviously. Something called Red Lily. From these words, I’m going to assume that this Red Lily is some kind of relic. Or a treasure that was important for its time.”

Well, one thing was clear; if they were to learn more about this Red Lily and that mosaic located underground, they had to go back to that island. To that forest. To those tunnels.

And to those ShadowDwellers.

Convincing Jacob to let him back there might be the hardest part!

[agent-styles]

one night | steve rogers

pairing: steve rogers x reader

summary: one of the nights you and steve can actually spend together, you’re sick and feeling insecure about your relationship. steve does his best to assure you that you’re the only person for him.

word count: 1.2k

a/n: i wanted to write something sweet and mundane for steve. he deserves a break so i wrote him one.

warning(s): !!! major fluff alert !!! this one’s v cute, you all <3 (and it’s a bit cheesy but i was in my feels soooo what about it????)

“You owe me,” you mutter as you pull the blanket up to your chin and snuggle into the couch.

You squint your eyes and peek over at Steve in the kitchen. He’s stirring the soup you made since that’s all you’ll allow him to do.

“If I owe you, then why didn’t I make the soup?” he asks after placing the ladle on the dish.

Before you can protest, he raises a hand and chuckles, placing his right hand over his heart. “I know, I know.”

“Yeah, I’m not looking to get sicker, Steve.”

“Hey!” Steve gasps as he makes his way to you. You snicker as he takes a seat next to you. Steve leans down, takes your feet in his hands and pulls them into his lap. Then he grabs the blanket and tucks it around your legs, leaving your feet uncovered. You adjust so that your back is against the arm of the couch so that you can see Steve better.

You still can’t believe that Steve Rogers is the man you get to come home to every night. Well, nearly every night. Sometimes Captain America has early morning or late night calls that keep him from morning coffee and movie nights. You understand those absences as a part of the job and they’re a lot of the reason you really soak up nights like this. Even if you’re sick with a nasty cold, having Steve this close to you for however long time will allow is enough. He’s always enough.

His blue eyes soften as they meet yours, “How was your day?”

He always asks how your day was. Even if you’re in his ear as he hoping out of planes, the man will ask you how you are doing. It’s one of the millions of things you adore about him.

“I didn’t jump out of a building or anything,” he scoffs and begins to massage your feet as you continue, “but I did pitch a story about the new women’s shelter.” You’re hoping that your editor will give it to you as your first byline.

His eyes spark, “That’s great, honey. Nat actually mentioned the shelter to me the other day. I think she’s looking for ways to give back.”

“As if putting her life on the line on a daily basis isn’t enough…”

“You know she won’t stop until she’s done everything she can.”

“Neither will you.”

Steve presses his lips together and looks ahead at the television for a second. You’ve been trying to get him to watch Back to the Future for quite some time and still he can only focus on the movie for a few minutes before letting his mind wander to other things. Tonight, the issue at hand is that you’d rather Steve take more off days and he can’t comprehend what an “off day” is.

Steve pulls your feet across his lap so that the back of your legs meet the side of his right thigh. He wraps his arms around your knees and turns to meet your loving eyes. He knows you come from a good place when you ask him to put his shield down for one night, and you know how hard that is for him to do.

“You have to know I would do anything for you, y/n,” he whispers. You look down at his hands and smile when you notice he’s been caressing your knee with his thumb. “I even offered to make you soup,” he says with a smile of his own.

You can’t help but laugh at the disaster that would have been. You reach up and run your right hand through his blonde hair. You let your hand rest at the nape of his neck where you fiddle with his baby hairs as you say, “I guess I’m just jealous.”

Steve looks truly puzzled when he asks, “What is there to be jealous about?”

“They,” you gesture to the giant windows in your apartment that look over New York City, “get to see more of you than I do.”

Steve shakes his head, “Those people don’t know me like they know Tony Stark. They only know me when I suit up and save them from aliens or whatever else decides to attack Earth that day. They don’t know Steve Rogers.” When he references himself as Steve, he unwraps one of his arms from around your legs and gestures to himself, sitting on your couch in a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants.

He’s right; they won’t ever know him like you do and that’s a comfort and a gift. You get to see him at his most mundane, not when he’s standing on the front lines like he always does, but what he’s like when the suit comes off. You get to see him goof around with Natasha about how old he is or talk about the way things used to be in the old days. You get to see him fuss over a pan of supposed scrambled eggs. You get to see him like this: cuddled up with you on your couch. They’ll never get that. They’ll never get to know what makes the man behind the suit beyond what they can learn in museum exhibits. This part of his life is yours now too in the same way you share intimate details of your life with him.

You avoid making eye contact when you finally respond, “I know you’re right. Sometimes I just feel like they’ll always need you more than I will.”

Steve groans and sets a hand on each of your upper thighs before he adjusts you so you’re sitting on his lap, looking directly into his beautiful blue eyes. He gently places his hands on either side of your face and says, “That is not true.” You press your lips together in a tight smile. “Okay, sometimes the city will need me to take out some threats, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t stop in the middle of a war if you needed me.” You do your best to fight back the tears welling up as he continues. “They may always need me, but I will always need you, y/n. You’re my girl.”

You can’t help but reach out and grab him. You take his hands in your face and press your lips against his. He’s shocked at first but relaxes into the kiss, letting his hands find your lower back. Then you remember. You shoot back, sitting on his lap once again, and cover your mouth.

“What?” he asks.

You let your hand fall as you remind him, “I’m sorry! I’m sick. I shouldn’t have done that.”

Steve laughs as his left hand cradles your face. He pulls you back in for another kiss. This time you place your hands on his chest to push him back, “Steve, I don’t want to get sick.”

“I’ve lived this long,” Steve jokes with a cheeky grin and a shrug of his shoulders as he brings you closer.

“You’re ridiculous,” you mutter against his lips. He smiles into the kiss and then can’t help but to do the same. It looks like you won’t be watching Back to the Future tonight after all.

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