#the volcanic 001

[akhilaasthana]

TASK 001 The bracelet

Black in some lights and angles, but flecked with shimmering gold Akhila's bracelet is set with golden sheen obsidian. It's teardrop-shaped, smooth to the touch, and glassy thanks to its volcanic creation. Whilst Akhila loathes the cheap silicone band, even she can admit the obsidian is rather elegant.

Obsidian is hard, brittle, and amorphous; it fractures with sharp edges. Historically, Obsidian was used for surgical tools as well as weaponry. Whilst uncommon, and very expensive, it can be used today in place of stainless steel scalpels due to its ability to be extremely sharp and smooth, even at a microscopic level.

[icejjfishesz]

𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ━━ ❛ 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 ❜

chapter no. 001!          

𝗈𝗈𝗈.               ⠀CONTENT : paige “with” another girl (for the plot). reader is so terribly down bad. also, i don’t proofread so if you see typos or grammar mistakes i’m sorry. and this chapter is kinda boring but it's necessary soo.

𝗈𝗈𝗈. ⠀      WORD COUNT : 1.5k

𝗈𝗈𝗈.   ⠀AUTHORS NOTE : yall seemed to like the prologue so i hope yall like this too!!

THEY’RE KISSING. and she’s enjoying it, by the looks of it. you can tell because she’s doing that thing where she pulls the other person closer like they could never be close enough. the thing she used to do to you. 

it’s almost comical that the first time you see paige again, she’s kissing some other girl with eyes like yours outside the diner where you and the girls were. she thinks she’s being sneaky (she’s not). she always thought she was sneaky, you remember that much. in fact, you somehow remember everything about the blonde except what her lips tasted like. so of course you’re a little jealous, feeling a bit out of the loop. that’s normal. right? and maybe definitely it’s stupid to mourn so deeply over a relationship that you ended but, whatever, you can’t help that you miss her.

there was nothing human about the feeling, it was more like a typhoon or a volcanic eruption, something so completely out of your control. it was purely sickening…but whenever you see the peroxide-blonde with someone new, you  find yourself apprehensively scanning their hair, their skin, the words that they would say –– always finding a hint of yourself within them. the delusional part of you wanted that to mean she still wanted you, but logic said that maybe she just started having a type. but then you’d think back to before…the paige before you never had a specific type. but since you? there’s an unmistakable one. but that’s not enough proof that she still feels for you. in fact, it’s nothing. it’s hard not to see yourself when you’re actively looking for it. you’d keep up with the torture by staring at paige kissing that girl through the window but then you feel a sharp kick to your shin from underneath the table. 

“stop staring, perv.” nika mutters, rolling her eyes lightly. although nika was one of the few people who knew about the dead relationship, she didn’t know that your feelings for paige still lingered. she only knew what paige told her, that the two of you were friends.

“i wasn’t ––”

“you were.”

okay –– maybe you were. you sigh silently to yourself, taking a sip of your milkshake. this is the first time you’re actually hanging out with your friends together rather than just one on one (which you only did because you didn’t want to see paige). the two of you agreed to be friends but that was clearly not going to happen. however, you felt bad for denying your friends every time they asked to spend time with you. so, you sucked up your pride. you could spend an hour in paige’s presence, it wouldn’t kill you. at least not literally.

angel, a redhead who shares a dorm with nika and a major with you, is sitting in between azzi and you. she’s eyeing you carefully, after all, the two of you are very close and she knows why you and paige broke up. she also knows that you still care about her. her gaze is simultaneously suffocating and protective.

“...are you okay?” she whispers only loud enough for you to hear. you simply nod, munching on your fries trying not to look out of the window again. in truth, your head was spinning. you haven’t seen paige face to face since the breakup. you were hoping you’d never have to again…

then she finally enters, walking up to the booth. every step she takes is just as confident as they always are. her hair is down, running across the length of her back. her eyes meet yours, they’re more familiar than your own name. her beauty is still unquestionable –– but you wouldn’t admit it. it would make looking away from her even more difficult. so instead you pretend not to look as she sits down at the booth right next to nika…right in front of you. she pokes nika’s side just to piss her off  before snatching a fry from angel’s plate and dipping it in her own milkshake. angel rolls her eyes but says nothing.

“that’s disgusting.” nika turns up her nose as paige bites it. 

“don’t knock it till you try it.” paige dramatically licks her fingers. nika makes a fist, gently hitting the table a few times with her knuckles. you chuckle at nika’s attitude.

“what are you giggling about? you used to like it too.” paige mutters, smiling lightly but her words send a pang to your chest. nobody else seems to catch the bitterness in her tone….but you do. her eyes look almost guilty when she sees the sharp intake of breath you take. but before she could say anything else, you look away. you avoid her eye contact like it’s deadly.

nika clears her throat, eventually sensing the tension, and turns her attention to azzi whose eyes are close and head is rested against the booth. “you okay?”

“mhm…just really tired.” she mutters, opening her eyes to sip her lemonade. 

you chuckle. “i bet you are, we stayed up all last night studying.”

“finals?” angel questions.

“yeah…” azzi mumbles.

“can we please not talk about that right now?” paige groans.

“says you, scholar athlete.” azzi mutters, rolling her eyes at the blonde.

“she’s too busy with that girl to focus on studying these days.” nika chuckles. angel looks over at you for a quick moment but you keep your gaze steady on your plate.

you nearly jump out of your skin trying to relax your tensing shoulders before someone notices. you ended things with her…she couldn’t even call you her girlfriend. so why did it hurt so much to even hear of someone else in your place? this wasn’t exactly the plan, you were meant to move on by now. but seeing her…again…all you can wonder is what she’s thinking about right now.

“who? cleo?” paige snorts. “we’re not talking about that either.”

cleo. cleo. the girl who just had her tongue down paige’s throat no less than ten minutes ago. you feel sick to your stomach at the mention but you hide it well, then you feel sicker when you think about how pathetic it is that you even felt this way to begin with. it’s just another indignity among many.

“why not?” nika mutters. “it’s more interesting than talking about studying.”

“true.” azzi adds.

paige looks over at you, her way of saying that she’s not going to talk about another girl in front of you. “where’s aubrey?” 

you appreciate the conversation shift even if you know it’s in vain. they want to know about this mystery girl and honestly, so do you.

“late.” nika mutters.

“i ordered her food for her.” angel smiles softly. 

“and she’s gonna wanna talk about the girl too.” azzi chuckles. angel’s leg shakes underneath the table, she’s clearly empathetic for you. she knows the girls don’t mean to hurt you but she also knows that it is hurting you. you wanted to relax her, make her feel less guilty for not saying anything even if she wasn’t participating in the conversation.

so you chuckle lightly, pretending to be completely fine and say, “can you please be still?”

“can you please be still?” you sigh softly, braiding her hair in its signature style. paige is sitting in front of you on the bed with her legs crossed. she has a game later, and she asked you to braid her hair for her. 

“you’re pretty.” paige mumbles as you finish up her first braid, still squirming at your touch. 

for a second you almost forget yourself, paige being damn near sickeningly sweet. she seems to notice how her words have temporarily struck you, pride swelling within her since she loves making you happy. 

you shrug it off and remember that her back is facing you, so you chuckle at her commenting on your appearance. “you can’t even see me.”

“i don’t have to. i’m thinking about how your face looks right now.” she turns back to look at you over her shoulder. “pretty.”

you bite back a smile, turning her head back so you can braid the other side. “you’re corny, you know that?”

“i’m enamored.”

“oh, someone learned a new word.” you snort, continuing braiding her hair, being as gentle as you can with her. (though it gets increasingly difficult when she won’t stop moving).

“shut up.” she mutters. “i’m super smart.”

you finish braiding her hair, tapping her side to let her know that you’re done and she can go look. she stands up from the bed, long legs taking her to the dresser which has a mirror over it, she eyes her braids carefully. “they’re a little crooked, babe.”

you roll your eyes. “cause you wouldn’t stop mo––”

she turns back your way, walking back to you. paige towers over you while you sit on the bed, she puts a hand under your chin and kisses you. “i’m joking. they’re perfect. thank you, baby.”

“anything for you…” you whisper back and your words make her smile. it’s wide and toothy –– the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

[astarab1aze]

➥ Sunset Flash

⸻Technical Information. // Face, Voice, etc.

001 Faceclaim. Ichigo Kurosaki [ Bleach ] 002. Voice Claim. Johnny Yong Bosch

⸻Profile Information. // Name, Age, etc.

003 Name. Yuuya Kei [ a play on the word 'yūyake', meaning 'sunset' ] 004 Alias. Yuu, Legendary Swordsman of the Black Isle, Blade of the South 005 Sex. Male 006 Gender. Male 007 Age. 542 008 Birth Date. July 7th [ Cancer / Hexbreaker ] 009 Blood Type. Sub-type HDO- 010 Race. Half Magma Dragon, half Wildling ; Shattered Isle by nationality. 011 Marital Status. Single [ Multiship ] 012 Orientation. Biromantic Demisexual 013 Residence. He has a semi-permanent home on the Black Isle, a mysterious hidden island in the Shattered Isles said to be the home of the Southern Drakes ; A cottage made of dragon glass, black sand, and volcanic rock.

⸻Physical Information. // Body, Equipment, Family, etc.

014 Physical Description. Yuuya stands at a plain 5'10", but is otherwise lean, muscular, and built for a fight. His hair is a shaggy but vibrant sunset orange and can be altered at-will, usually thick with some amount of volcanic ash that he naturally produces. It feels a bit strange under the fingertips, like faux suede. His eyes are hazel-orange, like a cloudless sunset in the desert, angular and keen. There are some patches of non-iridescent red, orange, and black scales all over his body, particularly on his arms and legs, and on occasion, he may have a single bone-white horn. His body is littered with scars, though perhaps not as severely as others, and he's a story for each and every one of them, even the smallest and least noteworthy ones. He tends to wear Yuureian garb - that is, black hakama and a tattered black haori, given the time he spent there training under Satra. He may or may not wear shoes, usually Yuureian sandals. His fingers are clawed, fingertips and palms more like this in texture but more fine. He does also have a tail, ridged, spiked, and layered with scale plating of the same color as the rest, though it isn't terribly thick and he tends to hide it when it suits him, like his horn(s).

015 Equipment. He will always have his sword, Safyra, with him no matter the circumstances and he's very uncompromising about this; As well as various metals in the form of shavings or dust, crushed dragon bone, singing stones, an infinite pocket pouch full of rubies, topazes, and magical treasures fit for his hoard, 016 Occupation. He's a wandering fighter first and foremost, interested only in the thrill of battle and becoming stronger through it. 017 Job Performance. Lazy as sin and hard to convince at first, but there is no more terrifying a swordsman...

018 Parents. His mother, Safyra of the Xanthean Wildlings, who died of natural causes in her 40s, and father, Dragon Demiurge Vulkaris, current leading sire to southern drakes ; He is 74th in line for the Demiurge position. 019 Siblings. Many, none he knows by name.

⸻Personality Information. // Likes, Strengths, etc.

020 Likes. Dragon glass, volcanic rock, obsidian, blackstone, metals of all kinds, ash baths, ruby, topaz, magical trinkets, weapons, and armors, avulisk eggs, beholder flesh, fire lilies, dragon's breath, fighting, training, war drums, stuffing his face, money, tinkering, challenges and competitions, traveling, exploring, etc. 021 Dislikes. Cowardice, dishonorability, trickery, lack of action, having to sleep, big words, larger pure-blooded dragons, vegetables, rot smell, frankenleeches, pointless theatrics, blue, undeserved arrogance, lack of understanding, widows, canaemery, gryphons, chimeras, summertime heat, etc. 022 Positive Traits. Resilient. Determined. Somewhat principled. Honorable. Loyal. Sincere. Serious. Brave. Earnest. Hopeful. 023 Negative Traits. Prideful. Arrogant. Greedy. Volatile. Somewhat lazy. Dense. Singleminded. Hot-tempered. Desperate. Reckless. Hardheaded. 024 Goals. To amass as much power as possible, particularly in the area of swordplay and his magic. 025 Desires. To at last earn his father's approval and pride, to do his mother's memory justice. 026 Alignment. Chaotic Neutral...good?

027 Personality. Yuuya is something of a complete idiot - rather, he's incredibly singleminded, simple, and dense. He's not going to pick up on any complicated emotions and he's not exactly going to be tactful in stressful social situations, especially if there isn't any single combat involved. He is so devoted to his cause - amassing power, earning his father's affection - he will occasionally derail conversations, prattle on about old battle stories, challenge folks to a match in passing, or always engaged in some form of fight without many exceptions. He loves the heat of battle, throwing down with the best of the best and growing stronger for it or inspiring others to become stronger as well. He is, however, in part, truly doing it for the purposes of earning the Demiurge's love, his favor, not because he hopes to take Vulkaris' place, but because he is lost and alone without his mother. He's honestly sort of a big kid in many respects, just in need something or someone constant, someone strong enough to keep up with him - be it in mind, body, or spirit.

⸻Sorcery Information. // Affinity, Talent, etc.

029 Affinity. Earth & Fire - masterful manipulation and sourcing with certain elements depending on the circumstances. 030 Shapeshifting. Innate Dragon Shape, natural anthromorphic presentation, and human form - he is capable of changing into multiple forms to best suit his environment, as most dragons are ; Despite his mixed blood, he was luckey enough to have been born with full-blooded capabilities. 031 Utility. Telekinesis, barriers, curses, Silence, Dispel, alteration, charms, enchantments, seals, alchemy, beast communication, summoning. 032 Specialization. Magma & Metal-based magic - not unheard of for an individual to possess, though his particularly brands are both uniquely fine-tuned to his body, and such elements will react to his will as he enacts it. 033 Graduate School. Not applicable, however he did study swordplay under Satra Shen for some 20 or so years, following the killing of Dessudora. He took his lessons to heart and adopted some aspects of Satra's unique version of the Shikabane Style into his own. 034 Classification. Anthromorphic Dragonkin, 74th Heir to the Demiurge throne.

⸻Background Information. // Past to Present.

Yuuya was born in an... we'll say, unholy union between Demiurge Vulkaris and the Wildling Safyra of Xanthe. Through no fault of his own, he was loathed by his father, just another heir to vie for the position as Demiurge of the Black Isle produced by yet another Wildling woman - but even as a hatchling, that was never what Yuuya wanted. For the most part, he was raised by Safyra, taught how to somewhat navigate the tricky language barriers between dragons and Wildlings and how to act like a Xanthean Wildling. He grew quickly, from a hatchling to young salamander, and though his mother wasn't particularly nice to him, she was kind to him - encouraging him along in her ways toward achieving all the little and big goals he had, even if that meant ravenously eating all day.

But a few years pass in a blink of an eye for a dragon. Some 15-20 years after Yuuya was born, Safyra came down with a fever she ultimately did not survive. Black Isle dragons usually aren't susceptible to sentiment - what is natural is natural, so there is no point in wallowing in the sorrow and grief of it - but Yuuya was different. He depended on her in many ways, needed her guidance, her help, because in the end, he didn't want to be a dragon. He wanted to be a Wildling like his mother. Strong and hardy, built like a stone wall and a champion of many fights, fair and just and kind and- loving. But of course, he was still only a juvenile, a boy, thus these feelings, these wants, were twisted into something else. A vie for power of his own, and the recognition of his father - his love.

Shortly after his mother's death, he pleaded with Vulkaris for- something. Attention, a path to approval, standing, just to be seen as his son. But he was turned away by the drakes at the foot of the mountain, and he took that as his answer. If he didn't have his father's approval, then he wouldn't have the approval of his kin either. So, for some time, he wandered the Black Isle, attempting to survive on his own. Some larger, meaner drakes came upon him and attacked him, and such was a relatively common enough occurrance - until he got sick of it and started fighting back. Alone and alienated, he decided to put all that quiet time to good use and got to work, beginning his journey to becoming a dragonkin mage that would surely win Vulkaris' favor. Training day in and day out, transforming his body, bathing in the lava flows the drakes left unguarded, and he took on every one that tried to break him.

That first fight, however, was when he discovered his love of it. Didn't so much like the killing part, though.

Reinvigorated, feeling invincible, he approached the mountain again, this time wrangling the drakes at the foot without issue. Forcing his way down volcanic tunnels until at last he made his way to Vulkaris' magma chamber, where he...foolishly, challenged him to a fight. The Demiurge obliged, and in a few short moments, the battle was over with Yuuya defeated. This loss was predictably crushing, and to add insult to injury, Vulkari uttered only cruelty in the fledgling's ears, giving him false hopes contingent on success in gaining power and skill - a 'reward' for his attempt.

Ever since, Yuuya's been traveling between the Shattered Isles and the main continent in search of honing his magical skill and combat prowess. It wasn't until he managed to reach Yuurei that he first picked up a sword, and upon hearing rumors of his cousin Dessudora's defeat, he made his way to the man who felled her - Satra Shen, the Panther of the East, whom he studied under in Southern Yuurei for a small handful of decades, steadily incorporating aspects of Satra's wild style into his own. While he didn't quite study or train under too many others, he did go on to learn a little something from each person he fought in the interim, or from the fights themselves, growing and growing as the centuries went by.

He's still...he's still doing that. Like, he hasn't stopped. It's been 500ish years and he's still--

[ffxv-mods-purifier-le-mal]

Image 001. dans la région d’Accordio, à2kl d’Altissia

Image 002. à proximité de Galdina Quay, 3 ponts ont été endommagés, des vonlontaires pour aller les réparer ou démanteler ?

Image 003. région de Leide.

Image 004. région de Succarpe, Cartanica

Image 005. Volcan de Ravatogh, région de Cleigne

Image 006. 2 heures puis 10 secondes avant la destruction (bombe omega ultima chargée d’énergie du crystal) du taudis maudit, atmosphère hautement contaminée par le starcourge, daemons dans les rues à tout saccager.

Image 007. Résidence secondaire privée de l’Oracle à Tenebrae.

Image 008. Crystal secret dans les sous-sols de la résidence secondaire privée de l’Oracle à Tenebrae.

[mtjester]

Choose Y(our) Own Adventure #006 — You see an infant and a weapon

<-#001 <-<-#005

An unsettling image comes to your mind—an infant Faeleling, crying out soundlessly. It looks healthy, pudgy in all the right places and covered in soft, downy fur. The only identifying feature you can discern is a circular birthmark in the center of its forehead that colors the fur there white. You can’t make out anything about its surroundings or caretakers. The image doesn’t last long before it shifts and twists into something new. The reddish fur of the infant dulls and its flailing limbs fade into the fog, and the softened shapes and colors elongate into the unmistakable silhouette of a weapon. You make out a long pole with a wide, cleaver-like blade at the end, and although you don’t recognize the style or make of it, you can tell it’s formidable and well-crafted. The details sharpen, and it becomes clearer that the blade is stunningly beautiful, embellished with golden in-lays and featuring intricate celestial designs, but age has dulled its blade, tarnished its surface, and weakened the staff until it’s close to splintering. For just a moment, the image is vivid and substantial in your mind, and then it, too, fades. With it, your trance subsides. You blink, and the mirror’s surface is nothing more than black volcanic glass again. The music Koriena plays detangles from your mental stream. The smell of incense grows weak as it burns to the end of the stick.

Trepidation swells up to fill the void the visions left. You rub your chin, frowning, as you get up to walk to the counter. “Is everything okay?” Koriena asks, putting down hier pan flute. You motion for hier to stay quiet. You always keep a stack of notebooks on the counter for moments like these, and you grab the nearest one, open it to a blank page, and begin to draw. Your drawings are always sketchy and imprecise, but a lifetime of trying to communicate things no one else can see has polished your imperfect technique. You focus on important details—landmarks of the planet, the birthmark on the Faeleling’s face, the celestial inlays on the weapon. Anything that could mean something to someone. You get the images down quickly before they can fade from your mind, and only then do you give yourself time to think. Your brow furrows deeper. 

“Koriena,” you say, turning back to hier. “Does any of this mean anything to you?”

Hie perks up and clambers over the back of the couch to join you at the counter. You hand over the drawings. Hie studies them, but no recognition passes across hier face until hier eyes fall on the infant. “This birthmark—this is one of our Faelelings.”

Your heart skips a beat. “You’ve seen it?”

“Yes, hie was only just born not long ago. Lioriel lo-Thalio. But this one doesn’t look that young? It looks like it’s past its first prosperity mark. Or did you just draw it that way?”

You grimace. “I don’t know. I don’t have much experience with Faelelings.”

Hie looks surprised. “Did your kinclan not have many when you were growing up?”

“They did, but…” You hesitate and glance away. “I’m strange.”

Koriena frowns, confused. “Strange? How?” You look back at hier, a little exasperated. After a second, understanding sparks in hier eyes. “Oh, the Sight? But what does that have to do with it?”

You shrug halfheartedly. “It’s creepy. They didn’t involve me with the young ones.”

Koriena looks even more bewildered. “But everyone in your kinclan was praising your Sight.”

“Just because it’s useful doesn’t mean it’s not creepy. Especially when I was young and no one had figured it out yet.”

Hie presses hier lips together and exhales through hier nose. “Well, it doesn’t matter now. What does any of this mean?” Hie gestures to the drawings.

“I was hoping you would know,” you say. “This is just what I saw. Do you recognize this planet?”

You point down at the tiny planet. The vivid details from your vision are already beginning to dull, but you can still feel the thrum of life echoing in your body. Koriena examines it more closely and shakes hier head. “I’ve never seen it.”

“Not even when you went to search for the clanship?” you press.

“No, like I said…all I saw were the lights. The little wisps. And the feeling that I was being watched.”

You sigh through your nose and grip your chin. After a pause, you say, “This has to be where they are. I can’t think of any other possibility for it.”

“You think so?”

“Mm.”

“And…what about the rest of this?”

You think for a moment, but you shake your head. “I don’t know. It could mean anything.”

“But you think this planet is where they are, right?” Koriena says, and hie sits up straighter. “So we just need to find this planet! It can’t be hard to find an entire planet.”

You don’t share hier optimism. “There are only so many planets in the heliosphere,” you say. “And only so many heliospheres we can reasonably travel to. Are there any planets your kinclan hasn’t been?”

“Ah—uh…” hie says, and hier shoulders begin to sag back down. “We’ve…been around pretty much everywhere, haven’t we…?”

“And you don’t recognize this planet?”

Hie deflates. “And you don’t, either?”

You shake your head. “This isn’t a normal planet,” you conclude. “It wasn’t there when you searched for your kinclan, and we’ve never seen it. And my elder said that your kinclan was spirited away. This planet…it’s connected to the Fair Folk.”

“So…what do we do?” Koriena asks. “How do we find it? Can you? Can you use the mirror again?”

Reluctantly, you shake your head. “That was as much as I can do. I’m not much of a diviner. My Sight works best in person.” “So what do we do?” Koriena repeats, now with a budding note of desperation.

[wheelxr]

@creelsclocks said: ❝ don't speak. just... kiss me. ❞

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭���𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬.

Their trip to the cabin hasn't been without its ups and downs. From his breakdown on their dock to Nancy's own meltdown in their bathroom, calling their recent weeks difficult would be a grave understatement. And yet things have improved, albeit slowly, with 001 finally giving way to Henry. 

          Don't speak, just kiss me.

It'd have been impossible for him to demand such a thing a few weeks prior, she's sure; their intimacy has taken a predictable hit, both of them having focused on trying to recover from their lives being disturbed — 

( Not to mention Henry needing to find himself again. ) 

As Nancy's fingers reach up to touch either side of his face, she can't help but smile; a soft, tender thing, the affection of it palpable even before her mouth brushes his. 

I love you.

Offered in the way she kisses each corner of his mouth, in the way some of her fingers slide to grasp delicately at his hair, in the way she doesn't pull back until her breathing has turned to pants and her cheeks are flaming red. 

When her eyes open and find his, the sentiment behind her volcanic gaze —accentuated by an arm shifting to wrap around him— is clear:

I missed you, Henry. Kiss me again.

[dawndusted]

DATE & TIME: july 16 1845, 1:17pm LOCATION: the deck  STATUS: closed for @ilvulcanico​

“you are much too silent. it worries me.” direct, simple; girl has wasted no time in learning how the other responds best, adapts to something he can be comfortable with. tricky, at first, but nyima likes to think she perhaps has gotten the hang of it. 

the other likes to think himself sharp-edged but we are humans, not weapons, no matter how much we deal in them. she is no knife and he is no gun, though there are moments where dark eyes glint like metal against a dry sun and she thinks he needs a reminder more than he needs a reason to pull the trigger. 

“you have not yet spoken your mind on being saved, and i know your mind is not the silent type. you are smarter than that.” she looks out into the horizon to see what he sees before turning over to him, hair blowing in the wind. “will you share with me what you’re thinking? or will it be easier over a drink?” 

[parkcode]

SEASON ONE. EPISODE TWO. PART ONE.

The grieving period has officially ended. Pantheon has summoned crews of interest to return to work. Two missions unite a total reward of 532$ MILLION USD to be divided among crew profit. 

RECAP: THE INTRODUCTION OF PALEOSOI

the death of agent Hathaway set cracks in the foundation of pantheon. the tragedy placed an enormous pressure on the shoulders of the organization. such a thing was never predicted by the finest of agents — they had thought the future of pantheon was sealed. a betrayal soon set operatives on a desperate mission to seek out the web of lies. in this moment a decision was made: to gather selected agents and keep any eye on all crews. members might of thought their fellow co-agents had left for a vacation or personal mission. however, they were hidden in plain site. the eyes of pantheon drew closer to the very inner walls of each base.

it would be difficult to assume that these agents knew what was coming. it was as if time flashed before their eyes. the accident and suddenly darkness overcomes them. the bag ripped from their heads would reveal the marble walls of the pantheon base only legends knew of. here they would be told of the duty forced upon them. would the guilt consume them or would they thrive under their new title.

paleosoi — the crew to rid of all wickedness ( and illness ) in any crew of pantheon. while role of titan was once to sit at the thrown it would have to bend to it’s new rulers. veritas: those who seek the truth and keep accountability and epione: those who can heal the wounded. justice and health has become a priority at pantheon and maybe purely to save face.

in the name of agent hathaway — may her memory never fail to remind us of the true fragility of life. pantheon vows to never make such mistake again. the freedom and vanity of each crew has been struck with a cost. will you sacrifice the lifestyle that feeds you to escape the sudden weight placed upon your shoulders or shall you endure for the love of what you do.

MISSION #001

TARGET: REESE SQUIRES

CREW CALL: house of pollux / godsend

REWARD: $241 million dollars ( split equally )

TARGET LAST SEEN: BRUSSLES, BELGIUM.

SQUIRES is the CEO of DEPNEI CORP. once filled with such promise to offer protection to wildlife and especially our endangered oceans. backed by several global organizations it earned depnei a 2.3 Billion dollar net yearly. his promise fell short when it was revealed by trusted sources that DEPNEI had several connections and ships related to the recent string of heists.

Mr. Squires is currently responsible for 1.2 billion dollars worth of crimes against humanity. His most prized artifacts are assumed to be hidden in his luxury apartment in brussels. the property is known for it's three floors and five bedrooms. surveillance suggests no recent guests have occupied the apartment, however, it is surrounded by guards.

Pantheon believes various artifacts can be found on the third floor. While we can only assume we have yet to know as to which artifacts are being hidden.

DIRECTIONS

MISSION ONE CREW:

PLAN AND FIND A WAY TO THE APARTMENT writers will be given the chance to plot out their game plan for mission 001 on discord. we suggest writers search up a map of Brussels and pin point a luxurious apartment set Mr. Squires might live in.

ASSASSINATE SQUIRES oracles and others can work together to plan the perfect attack against the target. code allows writers to think outside the box and work together on a narrative.

FIND A WAY TO TRANSFER THEM OUT OF THE CITY all rankings are needed for such an operation. After the death of the target it will be crucial for all members of the joint crews to quickly smuggle artifacts safely to their forms of transportation.

MISSION #002

LOCATION: POMPEII, ITALY

CREW CALL: black diamond / four hundred

REWARD: $291 million dollars ( split equally )

REGARDING: the discovery of several artifacts by Professor Yun respectively donated to pantheon in hopes of protection from other corporations.

HISTORY OF LOCATION

It is believed to have been founded in the sixth century BCE by the Oscans. The Oscans or the Osci were the natives of southern Italy who spoke the Oscan language. The city was annexed by the Romans in the fourth century BCE and it remained a very important city until its destruction. Archaeologists believe that the city of Pompeii was located in the region of Campania, approximately 14 miles from Naples, in Italy. Its location at the southeastern base of one of the most active volcanoes of Europe – Mount Vesuvius – was its undoing. The eruption of Mount Vesuvius in 79 CE destroyed Pompeii and other neighboring communities such as Herculaneum, and Torre Annunziata. Collectively, the three were designated a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1997.

Archaeologists believe that the ancient city of Pompeii was founded by the Oscan speaking people of Campania. Its location near the mouth of the river Sarnus (Sarno) made it a beautiful ‘resort’ town that prospered by virtue of the great number of tourists that it attracted and due to the trade opportunities, it offered. By the eighth century BCE, the influence of the Greeks was pronounced and by the following century the Etruscans invaded and settled in Pompeii. By the fifth century BCE King Hieron I of Syracuse conquered Pompeii and neighboring towns as well. Another century later, the entire region of Campania became a part of the Roman confederation. The assimilation of Pompeii into the Roman Empire was not complete, though, and Pompeii along with other Italian city-states launched a revolt against Rome in around 89 BCE. The revolt was quashed and Pompeii became a colony of Rome after the ensuing war.

The eruption of Mount Vesuvius was not without warning. In 63 CE, a major earthquake struck the region and many parts of Campania were affected. The belief that Pompeii was indestructible, however, continued to attract people. On August 24, 79 CE, Vesuvius erupted shooting up columns of volcanic gas, ashes, and pumice. Those who had read the warning signs a day before had left but over 11,000 people remained in Pompeii only to be killed by the heat and choked by the gases. The eruption that destroyed Pompeii, however, preserved in its ruins, near-perfect condition to be discovered nearly 17 centuries later (excavation worked in Pompeii began in 1748).

DIRECTIONS

SET UP CAMP IN POMPEII + PROTECT THE PROFESSOR. Professor Yun has been the victim of several threats regarding his recent discoveries. Pantheon has sent it’s finest agents to protect both the professor and his crew while safeguarding artifacts and returning them to their rightful home. 

COLLECT AND PACK ARTIFACTS writers are asked to come up with four major artifacts. these can be real or made of fiction with correct research. you may post about the articles in code.mission02. make sure to include the discovery of artifacts match with the history of pompeii. 

EXPLORE A FOUND TOMB NEAR SITE it’s a difficult site to witness since the recent incident with hathaway. agents are given the difficult task of returning to a place that reminds them of the past. 

[rodrigobera04]

Extra content: ultra beasts!!!! One for each!

UB-001 Spittle (POISON)

Lizard-like creature, with a wide mouth like a Venus flytrap, attracting prey with saliva.

UB-002 Tentacle (POISON/FIGHTING)

Humanoid Cnidarian, uses its single venomous tentacle like an Olympic ribbon.

UB-003 Prague (POISON/NORMAL)

Animal between a mouse and a larva that reproduces very quickly and likes cheese.

UB-004 Trap (POISON/STEEL)

Pointy-headed imps, grouping together and making poisoned traps.

UB-005 Chimeric (POISON/GRASS)

Predatory plant that has gained mobility, it hunts with its corrosive bite.

UB-006 Clay (POISON/GROUND)

Clay golem with bacteria that gives it a colorful look.

UB-007 Paralysis (POISON/ELECTRIC)

Bio-electrical parasite in the form of nerves, sticking to and stealing electrical impulses from the host.

UB-008 Infernal (POISON/BUG)

Beelzebub monstrous fly, leaves enzymes in food, those who eat it are controlled by it.

UB-009 Apex (POISON/WATER)

Huge venomous waillord-sized marine crustacean with no natural predators.

UB-010 Kiss (POISON/FAIRY)

Transparent vampire cherub, pretends to kiss the victim just to drink their blood.

UB-011 Spot (POISON/PSYCHIC)

Sentient Rorschach patch that changes its shape to communicate.

UB-012 Shake (POISON/ICE)

Creature apparently shivering from the cold, but actually shaking to throw poisoned spines.

UB-013 Calcify (POISON/ROCK)

Organism like a slime, capable of hardening like stone as a defense.

UB-014 Swell (POISON/FLYING)

Balloon creature absorbing gases to float, exploding in defense.

UB-015 Emperor (POISON/DRAGON)

Draconic creature breathing sulfur and similar to a scorpion.

UB-016 Alert (POISON/GHOST)

Skull and crossbones attracted to contaminated and risky areas.

UB-017 Cough (POISON/FIRE)

Monster from a volcanic dimension, it breathes smoke but ironically cannot breathe fresh air.

UB-018 Grab (POISON/DARK)

Hairy, blind animal with a poisonous tentacle for tracking and grabbing prey.

My own poison type list, based on @bogleech poison type concept list.

Here goes:

POISON pure

Slime monster imitating a humanoid creature.

Maiden anime waifu who handles dirt and dust.

Rival of grimer and muk, foam monster of chemicals that pollute water.

Gorgon nurse creating poison antidotes from other Pokémon.

Creature nose sneezing pathogens.

Crocodile with venomous bite, komodo style.

Vampire bat living like a flea, jumping from prey to prey.

Slug crawling quickly thanks to its mucus.

Colorful frog carrying its tadpole on its back in a poisonous duo.

POISON/ROCK

Velociraptor with poison claws, trying to kill its prey with them.

Mortar becoming poisonous by grinding poisonous plants into oneself.

Rattlesnake transforming its rattle into a rocky weapon.

Rock-eating worm, making shelters in them with acid.

Cambrian spider with venomous chelicerae.

Turtle with a poisonous beak and serpentine neck.

Oyster digesting the victim like a Venus flytrap and transforming it into a pearl.

Poisonous stone kitsune based on a Japanese myth.

Dinosaur spitting out gastroliths poisoned with its gastric acid.

POISON/FIGHTING

Snake with arms to catch prey while poisoning it.

Fishing Pokémon using a smelly fish as a club.

Gila monster wrestling fighter.

Ninja specialized in poisoning, launching poisonous kunais and shurikens.

Pokémon with sticky paws that stick to their opponent and poison them.

Stingray with a whip-like tail that ends in a stinger.

Mutant that gained more limbs after being contaminated by a chemical.

Piñata filled with sweets that give him energy but also make him aggressive.

Goat with poisonous horns, after absorbing poison from plants it eats.

POISON/NORMAL

Furry cat that causes allergies due to its fur.

Annoying avinoid monster, personifies noise pollution.

Dog with Band-Aid tongue that heals wounds by licking them.

Creature created from clothes left in nature, causing textile pollution.

Salamander with scratch marks and injuries, contaminating by contact.

Horned lizard crying poison instead of blood.

Scavenging carnivore using bones for combat,your saliva is corrosive.

Snake covered with fur imitating a cute animal, being underestimated by the opponent.

Porpoise releasing ink from his respirator and darkening the water.

POISON/DRAGON

Dragon with pig's snout blowing smoke.

Centipede dragon that hunts other dragons, based on omukade.

Sea serpent covered with symbiotic anemones and cnidarians.

Decrepit wyvern that feeds on carrion, like a vulture.

Basilisk covering its poisonous eyes with its wings.

Hagfish covered in flammable mucus.

Two-headed blood-sucking hydra based on planarians.

Small dragon with a second pair of lethal, stretchable jaws on its throat.

Winged dragon with butterfly wings that spew toxic dust.

POISON/GHOST

Mushroom from abandoned houses, blowing toxic spores that create hallucinations.

Poison bottle liquid, taking the shape of a witch.

Platypus that was poisoned and turned into a bunyp with venomous claws.

Kappa contaminated by pollution, now its head spurts toxic liquid.

Frog parasitized by a larva that replaces its tongue.

Marabou with a poisoned beak, its image resembles a reaper of souls.

Manananggal feeding on Pokémon eggs with its sucking tongue.

Parasitic flower that controls an undead Pokémon, even replacing its head.

Spider wearing his web like a ghost sheet.

POISON/GROUND

Colony of bacteria imitating a candy that fell on the floor.

Caecilian covered with mucus, creating a protective layer with earth.

Viper camouflaged with leaf litter, attracting prey with its larval tail.

Stinky imp living inside a shoe, as if it personifies foot odor.

Hairy animal covered in toxic mud, so dirty that it is unrecognizable.

Flower monster that sprays poison, stealing nutrients from its surroundings.

Babirussa regurgitating a mixture of mud and toxic fruit pulp.

Rotten fruit monster, but with its juice serving as fertilizer for plants to grow.

Rat king of three rodents that form a huge "cerberus" with poisonous incisors.

POISON/FAIRY

Fish seducing with its odor, like a mermaid with perfume.

Stuffed animal that hides poison in its fur.

Centipede colored like a dango skewer to attract insects.

Cupid fairy like mosquito, biting people with pheromones to make them fall in love.

Jester throwing poison pies as a joke.

Rotten egg fairy that can explode into a disgusting yolk.

Doll made from parts of various polluting plastic toys.

Cute, angelic parasite that sucks the blood of dragons.

Hummingbird fed on nectar from toxic flowers, using its beak as a syringe.

POISON/PSYCHIC

Dendrogaster parasitizes staryus and starmies.

Small crustacean controlling a krabby mentally.

Jellyfish-style alien with exposed brain, preserved by a substance.

Reptile monster with an evil eye, making the victim sick by looking at them.

Kinkajou that ate hallucinogenic honey and now commands bees via telepathy.

Sandman releasing sleeping powder that can be lethal when misapplied.

Telepathic and poisonous mushroom that communicates with flora.

Psychic archer launching homing poisonous arrows.

Surreal animal that releases hallucinogenic smoke.

POISON/DARK

Vampire spider flying on its webs like bat wings.

Mamba dominatrix whip, combining the fastest venomous snake and melee weapon.

Shrew with young on its tail that it launches like a catapult.

Jellyfish that live outside the water and crawl through its gelatinous part.

Almost invisible Hara no mushi making people sick.

Garadiavolo with poison used in witchcraft and necromancy.

Tegu lizard with a bony venomous stinger on its tail.

Witch's familiar made from potion smoke in the shape of a cat; steals breath.

Monster covered in a long tongue that covers its body like a mummy's bandage.

POISON/ICE

Polar varano with paralyzing cryogenic saliva.

Leech sucking the heat from its victim, leaving it cold.

Mummified ice age animal harboring an ancient disease.

Poisonous ice cube that melts and releases its toxins.

Dangerous but tasty colored algae ice cream that induces victims to lick it.

Arctic kraken injecting cold venom into its prey's veins through hooks on its tentacles.

Cartoonish microbe from the cold wind, flying and spreading diseases.

Velvet worm releasing an icy web over its prey.

Icy monster blowing hallucinogenic gas that makes the opponent hallucinate.

POISON/FLYING

Butterfly snail flying out of the water and releasing acidic bubbles.

Cinerous mourner with really poisonous feathers like a caterpillar.

Floating pollution imp that breathes toxic gas, forming a mustache of smoke.

Falcon with venomous claws and beak.

Gliding amphibian that throws itself like a javelin.

Plague rat turning its ears into wings and spreading disease.

Strange bird releasing rotten eggs, alluding to bird feces.

Serpent flying like a kite, with a sharp manja tail.

Small winged insect-like creatures with poisonous stingers, flying in swarms.

POISON/ELECTRIC

Ink monster created from a tattoo pen.

Copepod releasing alkaline and shiny substances from the antennae.

Pig gaining electrical abilities after eating electronic waste.

Porygon insectoid parasite, created from computer virus.

Gremlin destroying machines with acid and static.

Animal that gained bioluminescence through experiments with toxic substances.

Floating, glowing lamp-shaped creature, personifies electrical pollution.

Lionfish with poisonous ray-shaped fins.

Pikaclone with parasites in its fur that cause paralysis and itching.

POISON/FIRE

Live smoke from a test tube that mixed explosive substances.

Monster like a fire vulture that feeds on garbage.

Polychaete worm with bristles that poison and burn.

Volcanic monster spewing toxic smoke.

Salamander pepper with stinging cells.

Cattle devastating the flora and sweating toxic smoke.

Hairy creature that cleans chimneys, dirty with soot.

Monster that consumes petroleum and flammable oils through its tongue.

Tick ​​whose bite causes a fever,glows incandescently when feeding.

POISON/GRASS

Nettle dog scratching itself and spreading its leaves.

Castor bean glyptodon that stings the plant on its tail.

Gecko with a leaf for a tail that releases sticky slime.

Fruit of a manchineil tree offering its fruit to be bitten.

Snail leaving trails of fertilizer slime that makes plants grow.

Wheat bread contaminated by mold that turns it into a bread werewolf.

Monkey throwing toxic fruits at enemies, on top of trees.

Dumb cane with a punk leaf mohawk, sucking his own poison out of it.

Pollinating marsupial covered in allergic pollen.

POISON/BUG

Caterpillar with a horn of poisonous hairs; no longer becomes a butterfly.

Webspinner making poison webs.

Scorpion beetle that poisons through its antennae.

Anteater blowing poisonous ants through its mouth like a blowgun.

Praying mantis poisoning its claws with deadly poison.

Stink bug used as a gas bomb.

Mite flying in a ball of dust.

Spiny grasshopper that releases disgusting, horrible-tasting fluid.

Vampire kissbug with transparent heart-shaped mark on the abdomen.

POISON/WATER

Frog-shaped acid rain cloud with tadpole drops.

Ascidian breathing poison into the water, turns its surroundings into fields of poison.

Octopus using trash as a home.

Clownfish carrying anemones in inverted symbiosis.

Remipede with characterizations of the cryptid Con Rit.

Nudibranch that mimics fish, tentacruel predator.

Pokémon releasing shampoo-like substances from its wet hair.

Flying carpet worm with fangs like a snake.

Shark fed on garbage and has a great capacity for digestion.

POISON/STEEL

Sewer monster wearing a manhole cover for his hat.

Mercury mutant fish monster leaving polluting scales.

Nursing Pokémon inoculated vaccines with a syringe stinger.

Monster wearing pieces of scrap metal as armor, usually rusty.

Raccoon incorporating pieces of metal and trash as piercings.

Poisoned blade Pokémon, counterpart to the archer above.

Snail creating a drill shell from metallic waste.

Mutant alien made from a moldable metal not found on Earth.

Mining gnome causing pollution while trying to look for precious metals from which he feeds.

THE LAST MYTHICAL:

Monster created by fossil fuel that adds the poison type to the Pokémon it bites.

Finished, several ideas, not all very good and others were left out, but it is finished. There will be other lists with the remaining types.

[pluagemask042]

Ben 10 Redesign- Heatblast, Re-rendered

Set: 01 Index Number: 001 Species: Pyronite (Uroignis Sapian) Species Home-World: Pyros (Lumes 1) -Abilites- Pyrokinesis- Has the ability to manipulate fire and magma Fire Immunity- the fire being is immune to fire, go figure Pyrokenetic flight- the transformation can fire blasts out of its hands and feet to propel himself for flight Peak Physiology- The physical body is the equivalent of a peek human, and can preform feats at that level -Weaknesses- Extinguishment- if his flame is extinguished, his abilities are handicapped or unusable. If the fire is extinguished and his body temperature gets too low, he has a high risk of termination -Personality Alterations- Pyronites are naturally very territorial and are very protective of their tribes and communities, this rubs off on Heatblast, making Ben a lot more aggressive towards people he is unfamiliar with or he dislikes. Ben's rambunctious personality is added on to with a thrill and attention seeking behavior, often preforming unnecessary stunts to impress onlookers with his physical prowess. -Misc Facts- -Pyronites do wear clothing made from a type of flame-proof polyester like substance made from the volcanic tar on Pyros, but only the adults wear clothing as part of their culture. A part of the right of passage for Pyronites entering adulthood includes retrieving some of the tar to create the clothing. -Another part of Ritual is carving the tribes symbol onto the forehead of the young adult, it does't hurt the youngster... that much. -Pyronites can eat fire, and each fire has their own flavor. Wood flame has a smokey bacon-eny flavor , Thermite flame has a hot chili taste, Cold fire tastes like mint, ect.(From Ben's own observations)

[captainblacklobster2]

Timeline of the 42nd Millennium: 001-025.M42

The Vigilus Campaign part 14

Haarken Worldclaimer meanwhile had taken control of many of the Pyroclastic Cults within Storvhal including the Sons of Vannadan. The Skitarii defenders were unable to contain the outbreak, and the Cultists conducted a great ritual on the top of Phaestos Mound. They opened a Warp Portal, from which poured Daemons of Tzeentch. Volcanoes across Storvhal began to erupt in fury, not with magma but with the multicolored flame and kaleidoscopic lightning of Tzeentch. If not for the quick action of Fabricator Vosch, the entire false continent would likely have fallen to empyric energies. Vosch used his tectonic fragdrills to redirect the pressure of the volcanic network into the Voschian Canal, causing a massive conventional eruption that annihilated both Mechanicum and Chaos forces. Though Vosch had denied Chaos their prize, Storvhal was still in Worldclaimers hands and the mountains of ash were obscuring the movements of his Raptor packs. It was clear that Vigilus on the brink of ruin and the arrival of Abaddon's armada would drive the situation over the edge.

[staycatcher]

Anguish 002- Anarchy

“Out of genuine free will, I, Lee Minho, exercise the divine right to reject my sacredly designed soulmate.”

Member: Lee Minho / Lee Know x Femme Reader (she/her)

Au: FratBoi! Minho + Rejected Soulmate AU

Genre: Angst, with added fluffy flashbacks past life to make it enjoyable lol

Rated T for a #@&% ton of swearing, violent bodily reactions/extreme pain, hospitals, drunk people, altercations, and just general intensity 👀💀

Note: It skips around a lot, a border is before and after the past life flashbacks/dreams and after those, it’ll say when/where it’s set!! Hmu if it’s still confusing~

Word Count: 4.3k

Anguish series 2/?-  001, ~002~ 

Edited: 210116 (Original: 190918 )

‼Edit: rewritten to exclude Kim Woojin, so the characters in the plot are now all scrambled and changed from the original!! If you’ve read this before- first of all thank you so much🥺💓💞- secondly you might want to reread because of the supporting character changes going forward!!😅🥰💝‼

Your eyelids flash open in the backseat of an unfamiliar sedan, the car jostling your seatbelt-less form about as it’s swerving fast down the side streets in the dead of night. Being brought back to consciousness unfortunately also brought agony that unconsciousness saved you from. Your current state knocks the breath right out of you, forcing out pathetic whimpers for breaths of needed oxygen, alerting the people in the front. 

“Y/n?” Through the agony just of just being conscious, you hazily hear Jamie’s highly concerned voice. This is the first time in your decade-long friendship that you’ve heard her voice sound like this. Though, you only hear your surroundings very blearily and distant as if you were some sort of different time and space. Her voice- it was full of fear!

 You just croaked out an incoherent sound as an acknowledgment as best you could between gasps for air. That’s all you could conjure, with your heart and brain pulsing magma through your entire body. Your insides must be neon at this point from the excessive heat and energy surging through you. You felt as if you were burning up, burning [alive]. Not even the overflowing tears, sweat, pathetic snot, and slobber could cool you from the intensity of the fever.

“Is she awake?!” 

“I think so? She’s making weird noises and she’s moving!”

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh-” The rattling car slowed down a bit.

“KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE FUCKING ROAD, SEUNGMIN!” 

“I’M SORRY! JESUS!” The car sped right back up, maybe even faster than before, ramming into a harsh turn which came with an entourage of groans from both the vehicle and its passengers. 

“Fucking hell!” 

“I said I’m -fucking- sorry!”

“Just keep driving, for Christ’s sake! And I’ll keep giving you directions!-”

“Okay, okaayy!!~ God!”

You’re not quite sure how much time passed from the time when you awoke in this godforsaken sedan and when it reached a full stop. It could have been five minutes, fifteen, or an hour. The torture of rejection had you blacking out frequently on the turbulent ride to this unknown location. Your main focus is only on the sole fact that your soul was getting ripped apart each second, a chaotic ride was the least of your worries. The only stream of consciousness you remember is that you threw up in the backseat once or twice, and all-consuming, volcanic pain and fever. You also had no idea where in the hell they were taking you, and you weren’t in a state to care. Hell, you didn’t even know what was up and what was down, what year it was, you had much more prominent, violent, bodily reactions that took up all of your bleary concentration. 

Once the car did reach a full, screeching stop you heard the grating metal of the rush of seatbelts being undone, the jerk of the car’s ignition switch off with a gritty rattle of keys, doors being ripped open, slammed shut, only for the doors near you being ripped open in succession. It made your ears bleed, or maybe they were already bleeding. Wait, are my ears bleeding? 

“Holy shit!!”

“How in the hell did she puke that much?! My fucking car!” 

“Oh my god, Seungmin, shut the fuck up! We’re not worried about that right now! Help me carry her in!” 

“Okay, okay, okay! Jesus!” 

“Here, I’ll come on your side.” Another door slam. Soon after, you were startled to feel a pair of comparatively cold hands latch at each of your arms and gently ripping them out from under you, pitchy sounds of disapproval screeched out of you before they began dragging your wrecked body towards them. You weren’t conscious enough to feel the amount of humiliation you normally would at being fussed over like this, or how you may appear or what sort of public decency you might have. You could only spit out loud incomprehensible sounds of discontent. So out of it, you had no choice but to submit to whatever they were doing and allow yourself to be helped, even if you currently feel like your suffering is being heightened significantly. Your eyes were still swirling around inside your head in dizziness, brain throbbing, being upright only aggravated your body more with the forced movements and new changes in circulation. 

“And up!~” That was met with groans from all of you.

“Fucking hell there’s more of her than I remember!!” 

“Shut the hell- Literally no one has ever asked you anything, Seungmin.”

“It’s not like that! I’m saying she’s tall, Jamie! Why is she so long-”

”For the love of fucking theater, please put a sock in it. I thought you were supposed to be the quiet one!” You can barely hear them by now, their voices blurred away further and further until you once again float away and away, right back into the mercy of sweet, sweet unconsciousness. 

Soft snowflakes fall upon your warm cheeks- happy, smiling cheeks. It was only because of said precious snowflakes melting against your warm skin that you were made aware that your cheeks must be as red as the scarf your grandmother knitted for you. Despite all this snow, all you could see was what was vaguely forty or so yards away from you: A single figure among the rest, a handsome young man with whom you felt an immediate pull. 

Your train was about to leave and the rambunctious morning rush is now in full swing. The train you were supposed to catch to leave to a new city with a future waiting for you would take off soon, you kept trying to remind yourself. You couldn’t risk losing your train for a random stranger! But, despite all of your best efforts to carry on, you felt no urge to go and chase a suddenly meaningless mode of transportation. You felt full all of a sudden, complete, all because of some blurry stranger in front of you, whose silhouette you could barely even see amongst the hoards of people bustling past you in every direction.  

My god, does this mean- Could it be?! This feeling, this person, is that- 

“Is that ‘You’?” You heard your voice call out, loud enough to yell over the hustle and bustle, your eyes twinkling wide in wonder. 

Nothing else in this world could matter even half as much as this person in front of you. This person you hardly got glimpses of in-between rushing people. Not even the train that would take you to a safe, guaranteed future, seemed to weigh as much to you as this stranger. Just glimpses of this man, made things feel right, in a way you couldn’t begin to explain. A feeling deep, deep inside you told you that everything in your life has led to this. That you came to this train station to see him, and not to leave the city to another. If it was socially acceptable to slap yourself in the face for what you are currently thinking, what you are currently doing- you’d do it. You were going to miss this train, your ticket was not refundable, you had an opening to pursue-

“I’d assume so!” He tried to get out loudly all the while shoving through, inching closer. Without a doubt, he was just as affected as you. Seemingly, entirely more thrilled like he had no other plans than to meet you, despite the blatant fact he must have some. He’s at the train station at daybreak for god’s sake! 

“Where are my manners? I’m sorry!! My mother would have a fit- raising me better than this!” His tone was infinitely more friendly and silly than you would have predicted, especially in comparison with the words he said. Why is he smiling so wide while apologizing? For some reason you loved it! This must be one of his many quirks.

“My name is Minho Lee.” He came even closer as he was saying this with cool, confident footsteps inching your way despite the busy, disruptive rushed bodies, all with their own lives, their own hurried paths. All that was important to you suddenly was this beacon of a person in front of you, whose DNA was handwoven by the celestial, specifically for you, a matched set. 

“I’m Y/n, Y/n L/n- It-it’s a pleasure!” You offered your hand for him to shake. You didn’t even know what to say, you just relied on your natural politeness and ingrained manners to get those few words out. 

“The pleasure is all mine, Miss L/n.” And then he smiled, his angelic feline smile sealing the deal. Just with his sparkly smile and an electric handshake, all your doubts fade away. 

Park Jinyoung Memorial Hospital

Room 3025

“-I don’t want him here!! I’m not letting him come in here!“ You come to, the sound of a vaguely familiar voice waking you up. None of your other senses seem to be working well besides your hearing, and even that was dubious, barely catching any of the words that were being said, almost as if you were underwater. 

“Jamie! It’s been ten hours! He’s her soulma-“ Ten hours- since what?

“I don’t give a flying rat’s ass, Chris!! He’s the reason she’s like this! He could hurt her even more!!“ Jamie and Chris? Jamie and Chris- where have you heard those names again?

“Jamie, shut up!! Her monitors will go off, they said she might still be able to hear- you’ll stress her out!!” Monitors?! Monitors, what places have monitors? Are they talking about you? You think so- You tried to open your eyes to investigate, but they refused to budge.

“‘Think this is bad, Seungmin?! Think what’ll happen if Minho walks through the door-“ Huh?! Minho!! That name sounds familiar- The blaring sound of a heart rate monitor beeping interrupts your thoughts before you can continue much further.

“Don’t say his name! She’s reacting negativ-“ They have to be talking about you! The heart rate has to be yours right- you reacted and then the heart rate spiked- then the sound happened. WAIT, YOU’RE IN A HOSPITAL! You’re in a hospital and hooked up to things! Your monitors give off an alert, though that doesn’t shut up these people you’re hearing. 

“Oh?! So you don’t want me to say his name but you want me to allow his unstable ass to come on in and get some visiting hours on the books?! How does that even make sense, Chris!?” Oh wow. Okay, this is- a lot. 

“Jamie, be realistic-”

“No you guys be realistic! Y/n’s parents are flying out here and they’re allowing me to speak on Y/n’s behalf until they land. And I’m not allowing that fucker to come anywhere near this room until she’s healed a little-” Seriously, what in the hell is going on right now? So much is happening all at once, you just woke up- What happened?! You want to go back to your dreams, not a whirlwind of whatever the fuck this is.

“Who says she’ll heal? Her soul is dying-” Hold up! Pause. What now- ‘dying’?! DYING? WHAT’S WRONG WITH MY SOUL? 

 “SHE’S D-“ The voice tried to continue, only to be cut off, but it’s to be expected at this point though. All you can do is stand and watch… well in your case, lay down and listen... to try and help you make sense of this.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

“It’s true! Y/n’s-”

“I said don’t… the two of you can leave now.” Oh god- this is just getting uglier and unpleasant by every shouted word. What on earth did you wake up to, well... you’re not completely awake to be fair. You can’t seem to feel or move. It's like you’re just floating around, distantly experiencing your sense of sound.

“Jamie!”

“Leave.”

“Jamie, I’m her friend too you can’t just-” They’re my friends!! That’s how I know these people! Finally some answers!

The sound of a door being burst open met with quick footsteps. “Is everything alright in here? What’s going on? Do I need to get a Doctor? Security?” Hearing the distress of this person made your heart race faster, yet again, nerves heightening by this highly concerned person storming in. 

Wait- what were you even in here for?

“No-”

“They were just about to leave, ma’am-“

“I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask all three of you to leave. We have to calm her down and then run some tests. It seems that Y/n's vitals became unstable again. We’ll contact you, Jamie, and her parents when we’re done, and you can come back.” 

You were out in the country, on your way to fetch some water from the well for you and your oversized family. Being a frequently forgotten middle child, you often get away with hiding away in these fields, perhaps with a book or some sewing project you worked at, or perhaps just taking in the sun’s rays, cloud gazing, or napping like a kitten in the pleasant sunlight. Alas, today wasn’t so kind to you and as your younger brother who was usually charged with this task, fell sick in bed, thus the task was passed along to you. 

The well wasn’t too far, a nice walk for some. But all this time could be spent doing something more fun, something filled with more imagination than someone your age should have. Something curious or something that instilled peace in your heart. Something that didn’t involve hauling water in buckets back to the cottage without it sloshing it all over the place, spilling it, and splashing onto your layers in your rush to get back. 

Out of breath and traveling back with a heavy wooden bucket filled to the rim with water in each hand, your hand-me-down clad self began walking back along the dirt road. When you finally decide to look ahead and not at the buckets, you spy two people on horses trotting your way. You shake your head a few times making sure that what you were seeing was actually happening and not one of your daydreams.

Today was not a day full of your mind's little tricks, this was happening. It was made real as each second drew nearer. The two seemed to slow down their trotting as if to approach you. As they grew closer, the clearer they became, making it all the more apparent that they were in some sort of uniform, clearly of higher status within the military. Your eyes grew to the size of the chipped plate you ate upon this morning. It wasn’t often you’d see or interact with anyone with a status of any kind, much less outside of the village, right outside your family’s humble cottage doors. 

Eventually, the two came to a complete stop in front of you. The first man on your right seems to have a stern look despite his pretty lips, he could only be described as beautiful. His face was angular yet soft but his aura made it feel sharp, his presence alone felt important. He cleared his throat, right when your eyes were about to wander to his companion, who’s eyes you could feel began to take you in. You gasped in realization, quickly set down your buckets, and deeply bowed, paying your overdue respects. You nearly forgot to, too startled by their presence, to say the least. 

“I beg your pardon, sirs! It’s not often I see military in the area, it certainly is a shock! Please forgive my manners!” You wobbly got out, still bowing at a ninety-degree angle and looking down low at your worn shoes, too embarrassed to look up now. They could beat you for your disrespect if they wanted to. Your mother would have killed you herself if she found out. 

“Let it rest, Sergeant.”  You heard a downright musical voice chide the soldier you made eye contact with earlier before continuing. “The poor girl is spooked, to say the least! Not much unlike that new recruit- what’s his name- Jeongin! Not unlike Jeongin’s horse!” You couldn’t hold in the snort at his execution of what you’re assuming is supposed to be a good-natured joke at your expense to ease tensions. He seemed to be just as flustered as you, his delivery mocked himself more than he could’ve attempted to mock you!

 When you finally decide to look up, you instantly make eye contact with him. Unfortunately, you become even more ‘spooked’ than before! This man was astonishing, completely, and utterly astonishing. He looked as if he were carved out of stone, but his voice was so sweet and mischievous. He was the sort of contradiction you’ve read about in books, you still couldn’t fully comprehend if this is just another one of your daydreams or your reality. His radiant features almost make you fall over before regaining balance, but not without emitting humiliating noises that had the two of them snickering.

 And you thought that other guy was pretty! Just one moment of eye contact with this one before immediately feeling tingles from your head to your toes and your face became even hotter now; hotter than the sun. 

“My soulmate?” He gasped in amazement, amazement at you. His eyes lit up like he was handed the keys to a castle for a weekend. He’s full of newfound energy and leaned a bit too much on the flirtatious side for your face to handle. Your face could only get so red. He was testing your body pigment’s limits and he didn’t say more than a few sentences. 

“Soulmate?” You whispered, fully astonished now. Your brain is surely gonna fry any second now. Your unrelenting plate-sized eyes zooming across the entirety of his being, trying to take it all in at once with the wonder of an astronomer looking at the night sky for the first time.

“You know what this means, Sergeant Hwang?” 

“Lieutenant , we have t-”

“It means I have some parents to meet!” 

“What are you- you haven’t even asked for my name!” Your voice ripped itself out of you without your permission, your sentence could only be described as informal.

“Right, you’re quite right, even if you were a bit informal, I’ll have to forgive you for that now that I have been equally as such.” Then all of a sudden he began to dismount the horse, making your eyebrows fly to your hairline. He quickly dismounted the horse with the grace of a dancer, and immediately began to approach you. While all this was happening, ‘Sergeant Hwang’ had no problem gawking at you and his superior, but you could hardly care. Most of your energy focused on your sense of sight now that he was coming out of the now blinding setting sun and off his high horse, literally. And what a sight to behold he truly was. His gorgeous, generously lashed eyes looking right into yours, now only a respectable foot away from you.

“What’s your name then, my love?” He asked, reaching for your hand, instantly giving you both a zap which makes you both giggle in awe. Just the touch of him had you toasting in your high collared cotton. The sizzling increased but the realization set in, your hands were the two final pieces to the puzzle. Nothing in your sheltered, naive world made so much sense or felt so right like this.

“It’s- it’s Y/n.~” You breathed, looking up from your connected hands into his sharp facial features that became soft with endearment, crystal eyes gleaming at you in response.

Sigma Kappa Zeta Fraternity House

Twelve hours ago

“WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING MINHO?!” Changbin started chasing after Lee Minho who already made it the majority of the way up the narrow, carpeted stairs. Changbin was outraged that he’d pull this shit, especially at a time like this.

 For some reason, in his mind, he thought that when Minho found his soulmate, his reckless behavior would cease. Alas, he witnessed with his own two eyes, Minho did just do the unthinkable and rejected the very person that was made for him. Shock and anger didn’t even begin to describe how Changbin felt. He had to get to the bottom of this, this just didn’t make any sense. This behavior just wasn’t acceptable anymore. Minho has gone too far. He could no longer tolerate his friend’s bullshit. Someone had to collect him and knock some sense into him!

If Changbin had to be the one to knock some sense to Minho he would. When he saw the way Y/n and Minho looked at each other, he was ecstatic that it was you he was destined for. He’d never admit to it unless probed, but he may or may not had eyes for you a semester or two ago.

Noting your understated beauty and the unabashed quirks like how you only sat in odd positions, the excessive amount of pens and highlighters you liked to use, and your unrivaled cuteness despite your grunge exterior. He knew you could be just the right person butter Minho up, but he didn’t even let you say a sentence to him before he severed the celestial bond before booking it the hell out of there without a second thought.

What Changbin wouldn’t give to find his own soulmate, his one and only, and to see how quickly Minho just threw his away- No, Changbin couldn’t just stand there and watch! Minho wasn’t being rational, he probably wasn’t even thinking at all! He was being completely and utterly selfish, a fucking coward.

Changbin was tailing after Minho now, catching up closer and closer with each stride through the masses of drunk or high college kids. Minho was beginning to run with a limp, palming at his chest, as he was shoving his way through crowds of endless people partying their sorrows away. The younger one started to notice the closer he got, the more clearer it was to see that his friend looked off. Like he was injured, or maybe seriously sick. As if he was not only running from you but also running away from the symptoms and the consequences of his actions. 

Changbin barely made it in time to catch Minho when he inevitably doubled over in pain, shouts of which were being swallowed down, only bits and pieces coming out as chokes and grunts, and he refused to even look at Changbin. Completely and utterly ashamed, and full of frustration as he was trying to get Changbin off of him. But changbin was easily stronger than him in this state. The swarms of people on the main level just aloofly made a bit of a way for the two boys, with a roll of the eyes, just assuming it was another drunkard wilding out with a friend coming after him.

“What the fuck has gotten into you, Minho?!” Changbin interrogated, holding Minho at his shoulders with eyes studying him with the disappointment of a father and the confusion of a child.

“Ssstop- just- fUCk! Let go of me-“ Minho was thrashing in his arms, at this point he rendered a fish out of water, in dire need of something out of reach to breathe clearly. Beginning to freeze up as well as he hissed breaths in and out, acting as if he was going to pass out soon if Changbin didn’t do something, but what exactly, Changbin had no idea. 

Changbin has only heard distant horror stories of people rejecting their soulmate, shit like his sister’s friend’s brother’s cousin. Never in his life did he think he’d witness such a thing right before his very eyes. Before now, he didn’t even know what the incantation even was to reject a soulmate! Was there an incantation to undo it? Was there more than one to reject someone and if so did it need a specific matching reverse incantation? Does Minho know the reversal to the one he recited? Or could you even reverse it in the first place-

“Minho!!” Changbin gripped him by the shoulders this time, forcing his thrashes to a stop, though Minho was still huffing and puffing far too much to be just from the quick dash he did. “How do you reverse this!?”

“It’s too late, it’s too late, it's too laaaate~!“ Minho wallowed, practically blubbering, his eyes dazed and distant.

“Get over yourself!!” Changbin gritted his teeth before smacking him across the face, shaking his own head in disbelief. 

“OWW- wHAt the fU-“

“I said, get over yourself!” Changbin clutched at Minho tighter, forcing him to look into his fiery eyes. “Think of others for once and grow the fuck up, already! You got yourself in this mess, now how do you get yourself out of it?” 

“I did it out of free will-” Minho gasped for air, glaring his once sharp eyes at him. “It won’t be easy-” With each second passing by Minho’s breaths became more labored, his body twitching and stiff with intensity, veins popping out, pleading for help. 

Unlike the quick wildfire of pain you went through, Minho experiences a slow, dull pain creeping up him, leaving him begging for it to be over before it even really began. Drawn out, slow and steady in the worst way, with each minute he began to wish it were harsher or to get it over with. This dull, icy knife cutting at him slowly, was truly torturous, like a death from a thousand cuts. 

Changbin, on the other hand, was honestly so disgusted with this entire situation, and the fact it was out of his best friend’s own doing, made it even worse for him to deal with.

 “I don’t care how hard it is!! I want to know how to fix it!!” Changbin scorned and silently prayed to the universe to give him the patience to deal with Lee Minho for the rest of the long night he knew they had ahead of them. 

[venuscommissions]

Hi! I'm looking for a poc friendly psd that corrects blue lighting

unfortunately, there  is  no  magical  psd  that corrects blue lighting  by  default,  as  a  psd  like  that  will give scenes that aren’t blue a volcanic reddish hue.   

for  colour correcting  though,  i  would  recommend  buying  the  following  colour  correcting  psds ,  after applying  these ,  you  can  apply  any  psd  of  your  choice : 

COLOUR  CORRECTION  PSD  001

COLOUR  CORRECTION  PSD  002

COLOUR  CORRECTION  PSD  003

COLOUR  CORRECTION  PSD  004

[rejectdolls]

fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by.

DEANA EDITION ! EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:

001. intuition 002. romanticism 003. enigmatic / mysteriousness 004. feistiness. audacity 005. sadness, shyness, introspection 006. uncertainty / insecurity 007. loneliness 008. stormy / moodiness.

COLORS:

001. cherry red 002. blood red 003. muted pink 004. volcanic hot pink 005. black 006. silver 007. misty bluish grey

SCENTS:

001. sugar 002. smoke 003. black licorice 004. the atmosphere just before it rains 005. lilacs

OBJECTS:

001. black stiletto heels 002. tarot cards 003. television playing MTV  004. heavy black eyeliner 005. metallica t-shirt 006. rollerskates 007. sketchbooks with poetry and detailed drawings, written premonitions

BODY LANGUAGE:

001. secret, flirtatious smile 002. piercing, attentive stare 003. fingernails pressing into her palms when she’s angry 004. arms crossed when she’s feeling insecure 005. lighting a cigarette. 006. platonic  cheek  kisses  with  her  friends.​

tagging: you !

[underthescopemineral]

Cuprorivaite

CaCuSi4O10

 Locality:

Nickenicher Weinberg (Nickenicher Sattelberg), Nickenich, Andernach, Eifel, Rhineland-Palatinate, Germany

Cuprorivaite on glas-feldspar matrix, crystal tabular on (001) with additional bipyramidal faces.

Photo Marko Burkhardt  

Also known as “Egyptian blue”. Intimately mixed with quartz (Vesuvius, Italy); in a mudstone xenolith ejected from a scoria cone (Sattelberg volcanic cone, Germany).   Named for a high copper content and presumed similarity to rivaite.

[bcthgarrison]

task 001. part 1.

Myers-Briggs Personality Test

ESTJ-A; “the executive”

Character Alignment: chaotic evil

A chaotic evil character does whatever his greed, hatred, and lust for destruction drive him to do. He is hot-tempered, vicious, arbitrarily violent, and unpredictable. If simply out for whatever he can get, he is ruthless and brutal. If he is committed to the spread of evil and chaos, he is even worse. Thankfully, his plans are haphazard, and any groups he joins or forms are poorly organized. Typically, chaotic evil people can only be made to work together by force, and their leader lasts only as long as he can thwart attempts to topple or assassinate him. The demented sorcerer pursuing mad schemes of vengeance and havoc is chaotic evil. Chaotic evil is sometimes called "demonic" because demons are the epitome of chaotic evil. Chaotic evil is the most dangerous alignment because it represents the destruction not only of beauty and life but of the order on which beauty and life depend.

temperament: choleric

Cholerics people are leaders and directors. They seek to be in control of situations, to be on top, to be the best. This doesn’t necessarily mean that they are all driven to reach the top of the corporate ladder or anything, or that they all want to have leadership roles, but in day-to-day interactions with other people, they have a tendency towards one-upsmanship. They use imperative, commanding language, wording things as orders rather than requests. Compare “get me a drink” to “can I have a drink?”. They word things with confidence and certainty. Compare “X is this way” to “maybe X is this way, or something?”. They are firm and forceful in their approach to problems. They believe in ‘tough love’, and try to ‘help’ others by challenging them to prove themselves, as they themselves would. They’re more likely to tell someone who they are trying to ‘help’ that they’re pathetic, expecting the person to say 'no, I’m not pathetic, I’ll show you!’, as indeed a choleric would in response to such a thing. If met by opposition, they react confrontationally to defend themselves. Their confidence and demanding natures make them natural leaders, though this doesn’t mean that they would necessarily enjoy leadership positions; they’re just more likely to take charge if necessary rather than fumbling around worrying.

element: fire/earth (lava)

The Volcanic element combines the will-power, courage, and brilliant vision of Fire with the diligence, stability, and common sense of earth. That is an excellent recipe for success. Lava combines the abstract, big-picture vision of Fire and the detailed precision of Earth to get things done. Lava enjoys setting bold, daring, nearly impossible goals, then slowly but surely making it happen – all perfectly according to plan. Everything in Lava’s life goes to serve The Plan: an extremely complex life-long plan for success that incorporates every foreseeable variable and contingency. Often, Lava begins making The Plan while still a small child and continues to refine it and re-work it across his or her life. Their ability to predict the future is mysterious and can be either inspiring or terrifying depending on whether Lava is a friend or enemy. In some, this predictive power is based on a deep, abstract understanding of the universe and its patterns and meanings. In others, it is due to a keen memory, concrete reasoning, and an ability to predict the future by analyzing past behavior. Lava is also family-oriented; it uses its tremendous energy and consistent devotion to serve and love friends and family. Beneath the fierce, stubborn exterior is a real, genuine, human warmth and a loyal love that will never die. Those lucky enough to be in Lava’s inner circle are blessed indeed. They are fiercely protective of those they love and would do absolutely anything for them. Respect, honor, integrity, and courage matter a great deal to Lava. Such respect is earned, never given.

sorting house: slytherin

“ You have been sorted into Slytherin, the house of ambition, determination, and cunning. You are amongst other Slytherins such as: Snape, Draco, and MERLIN.”

enneagram: the achiever

Achivers are energetic, optimistic, self-assured, and goal oriented.

archetype: the royal

When the Royal walks into a room, they command attention. They are the one in charge, and they enjoy reaping the rewards of their hard work.

The Tastemaker is always on top of the trends—or starting their own. Their sense of style is second to none and their taste, impeccable

The Advocate is the one everyone wants on their side. In the name of justice, they are not afraid to challenge authority or speak up for others.

40% Royal 35% Tastemaker 25% Advocate