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inevesgf · 2 months

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SOCIAL MEDIA⠀,⠀ chris dixon.

synopsis ✩ a walk through of your social media presence! inspired by @mrstelevision mwahh

face - claim: the LOVELY courtney eaton

authors note: first social media au <3 let me know what you guys think of it, reblogs are appreciated!

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youruser from the stands to the pitch, guess being in all those chrismd videos benefited me after all! — tagged sidemen and bambinobecky.

taliamar was rooting for you the whole time xx

youruser the kiss i blew at the camera was for u xx

xotbjzl MOTHER MOTHERED I LOVE YOU

chrismd youre telling me being in my amazing presence doesn’t benefit you? i’m heartbroken

youruser 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

chrismd youre so mean to me

xixlibs please just kiss already

theobaker best player on the pitch, besides me

youruser this is why you got injured

w2ksi y.n here bullying everyone and i am so here for it

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youruser a not-so-aesthetic photo dump (chris ruins it) — tagged chrismd, theburntchip and taliamar

bambinoyn they are so in love i can’t explain it

chrismd love you too ❤️

youruser 😚

wroetomd i know theyre joking but im holding on to CRUMBS. ok??????

taliamar peep us being wasted af in the first pic

youruser oops..

arthurtv tag yourself. im the dog

youruser that you are! 😊

geenelly arthurtv disstrack when?????

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youruser so lucky to b apart of your beautiful day 🤍 heres uk youtubes royal wedding on film x — tagged taliamar, calfreezy, polaroid and theburntchip

taliamar love you beyond comprehension 🤍🤍

youruser the most beautiful bride ever xx

freyanightingale most beautiful photos ever 😍

theburntchip freezy and i are such stunners

calfreezy Real mate

xixjzl everyone looked so good :,)

chrismd what a handsome devil .. and then there’s freezy and chip ..

talsmar4ever HELLO??? HELLO?? CHRISYN NATION ARE WE SEEING THIS???

xodixon WE ARE WHAT THE FUCK

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youruser ski trip shenanigans 🎿 — tagged chrismd, calfreezy, willne, wroetoshaw and arthurtv

calfreezy you slayed on the slopes

youruser please NEVER say slay again, but thank u ☺️

w2love harry lookin TOO fine

chrismdlvr SO MUCH CHRIS LATELY they HAAVEE to be together i swear

chrismd can ski better than me

youruser yeah it’s because you’re not tall enough to ski, the skis are too far apart for you x

xow2s yeah girl you tell him

bambinobecky where was my invite!!

youruser youre lucky you weren’t there, i had to share a room with arthur and he smells like shit

arthurtv EXCUSE ME??!??

youruser love u ☺️

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youruser having one shell of a good time in croatia

hrtzerkaa THIS HASSS TO BE A HARD LAUNCH

calfreezy bunch of studs on a boat

theobaker your puns are terrible

youruser almost as bad as your sun burn?

chrismd she tried to drown me

youruser yeah with my love and affection duhhh

whiped4lewis OK EVERYONE STAY CALM

obsessedwyn OH MY GOD????

taliamar twitter will have fun with this one!

youruser you know it ;)

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soapoet · 7 months

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PJO pick-a-card reading

Luke Castellan; A message from above

Soapy scribbles: I opted to format this topic as generally as possible since we all hold various different beliefs. Whether this message comes from your spirit guides, angels, higher self, God, any deity, ancestor or passed loved ones, or anything beyond my comprehension, is for you alone to know based on how it resonates with you. I am just the messenger and it is no business of mine who your particular sender is.

01.

Shufflemancy: Travelling by James Spiteri

You're coming out of a period of stagnation. Either delays entirely out of your control, or the sheer lack of motivation has kept you at a stalemate unable to proceed with your plans. You have found comfort in distractions aplenty. A seemingly never-ending cycle of avoiding the next step because it appears so very daunting, then being overcome with guilt and shame, which you again run from, chasing anything and everything which would put these feelings at bay. Now the first step looks less frightening, and you may feel more motivated to journey onwards.

Growing pains may feature, but you are able to handle them well. You may feel inclined to keep secrets, especially regarding your endeavours. This will prove beneficial as it reduces pressure, you now have nobody to hold yourself accountable but you, and you avoid the urge to run away should anybody dare inquire about your progress. Push yourself forward, as unnerving as it may be. You will quickly notice how light you are on your feet and the distance you can go when harnessing the dopamine from simply overcoming this fear.

Do not be too hard on yourself or expect to run a marathon. A little progress is better than none, but do not use busy work as yet another distraction. You have great gifts and plenty to share with the world, and you are destined to inspire others with your achievements and your accolades. As much as you detest routine, try to keep even a small one. Do a little bit every day to inch yourself closer to your dreams. To avoid feelings of uncertainty and your fears of failure, set aside time to sit with yourself in silence and ask yourself why you want this, where it will lead, and why that is where you want to be and what you hope to achieve, the life you wish to lead and what legacy you wish you leave. Remind yourself of the answers to these questions whenever motivation begins to evade you on your journey.

Sometimes a writer can only muster a sentence, perhaps one they will later entirely eliminate, yet they did something. And sometimes all this writer can do is stare at the manuscript before them and give of themselves nothing. Yet they did something. They got up to look at it rather than wince across the room and refuse to rise to the occasion at all. Celebrate even your smallest victories and allow yourself a cheer when you muster even the slightest effort. Do not expect perfection of yourself and know that many before you had to go through trial and error, and learn and adapt along the way. That is perfectly okay and you do not need a doctorate straight out of the womb to be good enough.

02.

Shufflemancy: Kiss the rain by Yiruma

You must cease this pattern of giving up your energy so easily to so many who are not deserving of your time. When bad news arrive, it is fine to feel whichever way you feel, but anchoring your emotions to this negativity will suck you dry of the life force that you need to shine. You are allowed to have boundaries and you are encouraged to enforce them and guard them closely. Those who would trespass should know punishment swiftly. Do not tolerate things you do not tolerate truly. Do not quietly hope unfortunate things go away and that people notice your discomfort and stop what they're doing that is harming you.

Stand up for yourself and make your thoughts and feelings heard. It is also not your duty or responsibility to translate a simple no or a stop to people wilfully ignorant and always finding a justification for their words and actions. No is a full sentence. Anybody who fails to internalize this fact and look in the mirror to reflect and to change any behaviour that's lead them to ignore this simple command is not a headache to take as yours. You should be unapologetic in your selfcare and demand space when you need it. Set aside your fears and shoo away any prowling feelings of shame and guilt. If you would be happier alone than in bad company, seek solitude and cut off what no longer serves you.

There are lessons some learn only upon a collapse. You may pray for a change of heart and hope for the sun to shine again, but you do not need to weather storms that are not yours to experience. You're not a bad person for stepping back and saying enough is enough in a situation that only causes you distress. Those who need help must want it and ask for it. You can promise to be there when they're ready and aid in their recovery, and still express to them the grief that they have caused you. Sometimes people need to be faced with the harsh truth. The pain and the agony and sleepless nights which they have brought upon you and others and be shown they could truly lose it all lest they stop and strive to do and be better.

If somebody truly needs help and you do not have the heart to abandon them, seek assistance. You need not be alone in a quest which requires more than you alone have to give. There are many sources of help and even more solutions once more hands are there to help, and you only have two and are allowed to seek extra pairs to aid you in this task. You are commended for your resilience and your kind heart. It may break and bleed often, and you must know that things will get better. These rough waters will calm soon enough and you will find peace.

03.

Shufflemancy: Ballerina by Yehezkel Raz

You don't need to run so fast. You have all the time in the world to make the changes that you want and need. Slow down and allow yourself to breathe. You have been much too hard on yourself and allowed everything outside of you to weigh you down. Shelf some burdens that were never yours to carry and make the choice to serve yourself for a change. Be gentle with yourself and listen to your own body and soul, and act according to that which is truly in your best interest. You are your own worst enemy when you let the beasts feed upon your negative self talk and your fixations on perceived failures.

Know that you have no more need for tips and tricks and new methods to your madness. You already have everything that you need, and no tool beyond your own consciousness is required. You could paint cathedral ceilings with just your imagination, so cease your struggle and let yourself be carried by the stream. Do not waver in your convictions, and do not let doubt lead you astray. Stick to what you know in your heart to be true and cast away every inkling of worry and fear.

You need to learn to let life happen to you rather than holding the reins so tightly you vitiate the opportunity to experience the present moment altogether. The present is all we really have, so try your best to cling neither to the past or the future. We all have regrets behind us, and wishes for the future, but it is the present moment which we truly have control over and get to experience.

Let go of any unhealthy dependencies you may have allowed to take root in your garden. Whether this is a person, a habit, or a situation, if it isn't doing you any good in the long-term, do your best to weed it out so that more energy may be received by the things you do wish to grow and nurture. If you feel unqualified to tackle some of this gardening, do not hesitate to ask for help and guidance from gentle people who will understand how delicate some situations may be. You do not need to tolerate fear mongering or unnecessary pressure, time constraints or misplaced ultimatums. Be direct with what you need and the tone and feel you wish to engage in so that you do not end up feeling cornered and threatened so much that you refuse any help at all in favour of protecting yourself from harsh criticism and judgement.

#pac reading #pick a card reading #luke castellan #pjo #energy reading #intuitive reading #percy jackson and the olympians #pac #pick a pile #pick a picture #pick a card #tarot reading #tarotblr #soapy.post

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infernalodie · 1 year

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𝐈𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐬𝐞 || 𝐋𝐞𝐱𝐢 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝

“𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵“

Pairing: Lexi Howard x Male!reader

ilomilo series

Summary: Did I ever say that you’re unpredictable?

(gif used is not mine)

Warnings: Angst

Words: 969

I wasn’t much of an optimist before. Really, I was just in the background of some rather sleazy drama flic that was beyond human comprehension or believability. And realistically, I preferred being the side character or extra. Helped me blend in and just be another face no one would ever think about again.

And that was a helpful trait with keeping “updated” on your life. Before work, you would go to the coffee shop down the street. Talk to the waitress, someone you must know from the daily schedule you’ve made before walking back and taking over for one of your coworkers. From there, on breaks, you just take a small walk two blocks and visit a comic book store whilst the old lady who owns the store covers for you.

From what I could tell, you preferred DC over Marvel. But just a quick Instagram search and I’m available to all the little bits about you. A music enthusiast, a comic geek, and a movie critic. None of the posts have a caption to capture what you were feeling when uploading them. But I can quickly tell that most kids in East Highland don’t have the same likings as you. Comments on these posts come from followers that do though, and they must be enough for you to say ‘fuck you’ to the rest of the world and post what you want.

And I know we have a date at 8 PM, but I just needed to see you. Can you blame me though? It’s important that I learn these things so we can talk and naturally get to know one another. This is fine. I’m taking things slower than I had in the past. I want this to be special compared to what it was like with Fez. You are special. You are different. And you are beautifully sweet with Maddy-

Wait. What the fuck?

What the hell is she doing at your work?

I know for damn sure that she is heavy into music like you or I, so why is she here, Y/n? From what I can see, you don’t seem all too impressed with her being our space as well. Brows furrowed and eyes narrowed in a glare as she spoke sweet nothings. It was despicable honestly. If I didn’t know any better, I would think that she’s just being friendly. But I know my friend and I know that in the time of her dating your brother, you two got to know one another. Now, on and off you two would talk, but she never went out of her way to show up at your work. So, what’s the change of heart?

Maddy moved around the counter, lips twisted in a smile that rivalled your unimpressed deadpan that looked incredibly attractive. “C’mon, Y/n. How long have we been at this?” Maddy inquired, stopping when she stood by your side. “We can just sneak into the office. Get a quick fuck in.” She closed the space, lips pressing to the edge of your jaw. “You are so much bigger than your brother.”

Listen, I have no problems with Maddy. Did she pull some stupid shit sometimes? Abso-fucking-lutely. Has she had a rough go when it came to your brother? Yes. But she is delusional. The whole argument she had with your brother in the hot tub is a testament to that and I think you know that as well.

So, what the fuck is her play here?”

“Maddy, it’s not a good idea,” you protested. “I’m not afraid to say that I am scared of Nate. I know what he’s done to you and Jules. Have you ever thought of what he might do to me if he found out we’ve been fucking?”

A groan fell from the girl’s lips. “He’s not going to find out, Y/n. I have no reason to tell him shit,” Maddy sighed, lips twisting in a grin. “C’mon. It’ll be fun. I’ll let you be rough.” With her hands finding yours, she began to pull and guide you, and you allowed it.

God, seeing her this dick whipped over you was insulting. Well, maybe not for you but you aren’t a guy to just throw yourself around. You were quiet, reserved, charismatic, and goddamn adorable when you didn’t mean to be.

This isn’t you. You aren’t the type to just give up on your job just to go get laid. This didn’t make any fucking sense. And even if I move down the sidewalk and try to get a better angle, I can’t see jackshit inside that office. Not to mention the sun glare coming right back at me.

I’m too exposed out here. If I can’t see you, that means I don’t know if you’ve noticed me or not. But this just means I have reasoning for Maddy’s clinginess to you. A manipulative, selfish, stupid bitch. I won’t let her do this to us. I won’t let her get between us right when I finally enter your life. I just have to figure out what I am going to do next, and I don’t yet have the faintest clue as to what that may be.

But what I do know is that this sharing shit isn’t going to work. If it be with someone more competent and maybe shared the same love I have for you, then this would be different. Because maybe I could love someone just as much as I love you. Except, this is reality and I won’t be doing any 60/40 bullshit. You are meant for me. We are meant for one another and Maddy is forcing herself into the perfect frame we are making together.

And somehow, I’m going to need to get her the fuck out of it.

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suikamelony · 2 months

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Here I am once again with even more well deserved praise! I swear on god and pray to satan, your lightning, coloring and rendering skills are beyond my comprehension. And I envy your talent for depth and perspective. Would you be fine in telling us how you got where you are today? What books you read or videos you watched? What helped you to improve each day? Maybe you have your own tips and tricks you'd be comfortable to share with ur dear worshippers 👀🙇‍♀️ Aside from that I hope you have an amazing week and are feeling quite fabulous!

Here's a list of the resources that helped me the most!

YouTube:

- Proko

- Marco Bucci (basically all you need to know about painting)

- Sinix design

Books:

- Andrew Loomis, Figure drawing for all it's worth and Drawing the head and hands

- Michael Hampton, Figure drawing: Design and invention

- Anatomy for sculptors

- Framed ink

Other:

- Airi Pan's course on Schoolism

- Asaro head (simplified planes of the head)

Tips:

- Study a lot and hope that it sticks (?

- Check values in grayscale

- Don't get attached to something that isn't working, aka polishing a turd

- Don't prioritize style over fundamentals unless you understand what you're doing

I'm still figuring out how to art myself but I hope this helps :)

Have a nice week!

#art stuff #I wonder if I answered a similar question before #I should tag these

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multi-kpop-fanfics · 9 months

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tw: suggestive, illegal businesses, gang!AU, rich kid!Chan, smoking, mentions of weapons and shady deals, cursing, slight manhandling, Wonwoo is mean as fuck (and a tad bit violent), Chan is kinda.....fruity, inspired by this tweet

"He's such a fucking brat, I swear to God."

"I am not going to deal with his attitude anymore, I need to protect whatever sanity I have left!"

Seungcheol rubs his temples in annoyance as he listens to the complaints of his subordinates, anger bubbling dangerously in his chest.

"Do any of you realize that this is the goddamn son of the corporate head of Lee enterprises?" The leader grits his teeth, "If we get him to speak, it's game over for these fuckers."

"Boss, he's insufferable!" Mingyu protests, "There's no fucking way he'll speak!"

"I second that." Vernon supports the previous statement.

"Let me try, then."

The three men turn their attention to the only person who remained silent this whole time - Wonwoo.

"What makes you think you can get him to talk?" Mingyu raises a questioning eyebrow.

"I have my ways," Wonwoo puffs out a cloud of smoke, tapping the cigarette with his pointer finger.

"Go ahead then," Seungcheol speaks and Wonwoo walks towards the other room.

"Jeon."

"What now?"

"The gun. Leave it here."

"....Fine." Wonwoo sighs and takes out his weapon from behind his back, putting it on the small table.

"You better not get too rough with him, bro." Vernon warns.

"No promises."

"Oh my God, y'all are so fucking funny!" Chan wheezes from his chair, his pearly whites flashing under the dingy lamp.

Wonwoo takes a drag from his cigarette, silently watching the young man laughing his heart out and making fun of his fellow gangsters.

"Like, the other two were so quick to run with their tails between their legs, soooo easy to annoy them!"

Wonwoo takes another drag from the cigarette.

"You're way too silent though, sitting there all cool and scary looking with your cig," the younger man cranes his neck, hands fiddling with the ties around his wrists.

Wonwoo throws his cigarette on the ground, snuffing it out under his boot and he gets up from the chair, walking towards the captive.

"Oh so you actually can react- Whoa!" Chan yells when Wonwoo flattens the sole of his boot on his chest, kicking him down on the ground with a loud thud.

"What the fu-"

"You had your fun, pretty boy," Wonwoo licks his bottom lip, "Now you better start talking about your daddy's dirty dealings - before you get into more trouble."

"Ooh, so tough and scary," Chan chuckles, but it's short-lived, as he feels a sharp sting on the back of his head.

"You don't want to mess with my temper, kid." Wonwoo glares at the rich kid, one hand deeply rooted into his blue hair, the other fisting his silk necktie.

"That just makes me wanna mess around with you, big guy."

The older man pulls the tie harder than before and slots his thigh between Chan's legs, completely overpowering him.

"Oh, you're really tough and scary!"

"You're so fucking lucky I didn't bring my gun with me, boy." Wonwoo growls, voice dropping several octaves, "Otherwise things would have gotten really tough and scary."

The last sentence sends a chill down Chan's spine and straight between his legs. No one has ever treated him so...lowly.

And it turns him on beyond comprehension.

"That...was so fucking hot," Chan admits with a loud exhale, feeling his dress pants tighten around his crotch, "What's your name, hot guy?"

"Does it matter?"

"It matters to me!"

"Wonwoo."

"H-Huh?"

"My fucking name, you idiot," Wonwoo clicks his tongue in annoyance.

"Mmm, hot name for a hot guy like you." Chan flashes a sultry grin.

"Stop fucking around, kid." The gangster grips the collar of the boy's shirt, accidentally ripping the top two buttons open.

"Take it easy now, will ya?"

"I'm not your fucking daddy, you rich little bitchboy," Wonwoo grips Chan's jaw, "So start talking before I bruise up your pretty face."

"No need for that, Wonwoo."

"Oh?"

"I'll just spit up everything I know!"

"What's with the sudden change of heart?"

"Just hoping to strike a good deal with you."

"Do you really think you're in a place to strike deals?"

"For the info I can provide? Definitely."

Wonwoo stops for a few seconds and he pulls Chan back up, the chair he's tied to back in its previous stance.

"Start speaking up."

"I didn't even say my terms!"

"Have you even thought of any?"

"Well...." Chan licks his lips seductively.

"I can definitely think of a few things."

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aphroditelovesu · 2 years

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For the past few weeks, several female students from my school disappeared and were later found dead in the nearby river. I figured something suspicious was going on in my school. The Mafia, I bet, probably had a critical operation occurring in the area and that those killed were witnesses. Although why was it connected to me? Several of the girls who were killed had talked to me, with a few having a crush on me. I brought my concerns to Mama, but she dismissed them as ridiculous.

One evening, I was helping Mama cook dinner when the doorbell.

"Y/N, open the door,” Mama gently asked me.

I nodded and went to the door. When I opened the door, two men with submachine guns stood before me.

"You are coming with us,” one said as the other grabbed me by the arms. I yelped in surprise and tried to stab the assailant with the knife in my hand, but he grabbed my wrist and forced me to drop the knife.

"Help! Help! I'm being kid-mrph!" I shouted before the other goon stuffed my mouth with a cloth and slid a burlap sack on my head. I could hear Mama screaming angrily before I heard a single gunshot. Another cloth was pressed to my face, and soon, everything went black.

*****

I woke up in a nicely furnished room, not knowing where I was. It was nice, something like a hotel or something, but bigger. There were a few windows around, but there were buildings next to it that completely blocked any view. I reasoned that I was in the middle of the city.

"Good morning, Y/N,” a girl's voice said. I turned to the source of the voice.

"Who are you? Did the Mafia kidnap you too?" I asked. The girl giggled.

"No, doll. I ordered Papa’s minions to,” she said, "My name is Jisoo Kim. I'm sure you know of my father."

My jaw dropped in shock. This was the Mafia boss's daughter. She's the quiet shy girl in my class. Despite the fact that she was one of the most beautiful girls in class, no one dared to ask her out in fear of suffering Mr. Kim’s wrath.

"Why did you kidnap me? Why were seven people from our school found dead in the river?" I asked, getting scared. Jisoo smiled and walked to me, getting very close. She smelled of cinnamon.

"Because," she said. "I love you. You are the only one for me. Those whores and idiots tried to take you away from me."

Words failed me. This girl was crazy. Worse, she's part of the Mafia, so any attempt to escape Seoul or South Korea will no doubt fail, and I'll be right back where I am.

"I'm sorry about your mother,” Jisoo said. "She'll be fine. She's recovering at the hospital."

"That's good to hear..." I said tenatively.

"Now,” Jisoo said, pulling off her clothes. "Are you going to ravish me or will I get my father to punish you?"

-🧋

tw: yandere themes, possessive and obsessive behavior, jealousy, mention of death, threats, slightly nsfw, dub-con (?) and implicit torture.

pairing: kim jisoo x male!reader

word count: 884.

You looked at Jisoo with a frightened and questioning expression. ''W-What?'' You questioned with uncertainty in your voice.

Jisoo sighed heavily, looking at the ceiling with a bored expression. ''I think you understood very well what I said, (Y/N).'' She smirked, biting her bottom lip. ''Are you going to take a long time to eat me? I'm a very impatient woman, you know?''

You didn't know what to say, honestly, you could expect anything but that. It's true that you've always had a crush on Kim, but that wouldn't be surprising, she's one of the most beautiful women in school and you've ever met, so it's no surprise that she has admirers everywhere. But her being in love with you… It's way beyond comprehension. Not that you're ugly or anything, but you'd be what people consider "average", just a normal guy.

''No! This is wrong!'' You burst out suddenly, with a confidence taken from God only knows where. ''You killed people! Damn, my mom is in a fucking hospital because of you!''

You immediately regretted your words, seeing how Jisoo's loving expression suddenly changed to a furious one. ''I recommend you hold your tongue, my love.'' She growled, irritated by your defiance.

She rolled her eyes. ''I love you and that's it. Is it that hard to understand? Yes, I know, I killed people for you and I would do it all over again and I've already apologized for what happened to your mother.'' You remained silent, deciding inwardly that this would be the smartest move at the moment. ''I don't want you to be afraid of me, (Y/N). I never wanted this. I just want to be with you forever.''

''Why?''

''Why? I don't know. I just… Fell in love with you. I think it happened when I first saw you in math class. I thought it was so cute how concentrated you were and your expressions when you didn't understand something. So adorable.” Her face held a dreamy expression, a smile of delight gracing those beautiful heart-shaped lips.

''How long have you… been obsessed with me?'' You asked, even though you knew there was no point in doing so.

''I already told you.'' She rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed. ''I don't know how or why. I just knew the moment I laid my eyes on you that, well, you had to be mine.''

''What about those girls you killed?''

''They were just side effects. And don't blame me, I didn't do anything.'' You stared at her, arching an eyebrow. ''I made my father's goons kill them, it's entirely those bitches' fault, honestly. If they hadn't gotten in my way, maybe they might still be alive.''

''You're crazy!'' You spat, trying to get away from her, but the moment Jisoo realized that, she grabbed your wrist tightly.

''Perhaps. But I'm crazy about you.'' She growled, ''And you will obey me or I will make you regret ever being born.''

''I will never obey you! I want you to stay away from me and my family!'' You screamed, ignoring the pain you felt and the fear building inside you. ''Please… Just let me go and I promise I won't tell anyone.''

''I think you still don't understand. '' She shook her head, even more frustrated than before. ''I didn't give you a choice, as I remember. You are mine and have always been mine. You will do as I say or I will punish you.''

You shook your head in disbelief. Kim, tired of your refusals, took your cold hands and brought them to her hot and bare breasts, forcing you to squeeze them lightly. She moaned softly at the contact, her breasts sensitive to the exposure and touch she craved so much. ''I want you… And I know you want me too. Don't try to deny it, I've caught you looking at me several times…''

You licked your lips unconsciously. It's true what she said, you were attracted to her and you couldn't deny that you wanted to touch her, but your conscience was heavy. That was wrong. All of this was so wrong and fucked up. Automatically, you tried to pull her hands from her breasts but she wouldn't allow it, instead forcing hers lips to your. You moaned softly at being kissed so suddenly and hard, but you didn't try to push it away, instead you opened your mouth slowly, allowing the entry of Jisoo's tongue, who kissed you with such passion and force, leaving you a little stunned.

''Hmm…'' She muttered, after you two parted a bit. ''I need you so much…'' Jisoo didn't even have time for you to answer, before pulling you in for another kiss, with even more passion. You didn't even try to pull her apart this time, pulling her closer to you. His hands began to roam all over her body, feeling every curve of that woman. You lightly squeezed her ass, feeling Jisoo shudder against her body.

''Make me yours, (Y/N).'' She kissed you again, gripping your body tightly. You didn't deny or respond, you just returned the passionate kiss. Ignoring everything else, focusing only on the beautiful woman in front of you.

#yandere blackpink #yandere jisoo #yandere jisoo x male reader #🧋 anon

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Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: I'm being haunted by my daydreams someone pls sedate my yearning ass -Danny Words: 2,883 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter / Next Chapter Listen to: 'The Shining' -by The Neighbourhood

XIV. Horrors Beyond YOUR Comprehension, I Comprehend Them Just Fine

Ara knows she's not quite well in the head, 'cause her first thought after Lycaon introduces himself is: "Would it be okay if I kill him while he's still talking?"

But then, when Jason tries to attack him, the sword goes right through the guy. The man laughs, showing his pointy teeth. "Gold, bronze, steel—none of these are any good against my wolves, son of Jupiter."

"Silver!" Piper gasps. "Aren't werewolves hurt by silver?"

"We don't have any silver!"

"Get Jackson first," Lycaon orders calmly.

The wolves leap at her but Ara gets pulled back. Leo throws a bottle that shatters and leaves a strong smell of gasoline behind, then he uses his powers to shoot balls of fire, keeping the creatures at bay.

"Aw, c'mon," Hedge scoffs. "I can't hit them if they're way over there."

Leo keeps throwing fire at the wolves, but he's running out of power. "I can't summon any more gas!" He blushes. "Wow, that came out wrong. I mean the burning kind. Gonna take the tool belt a while to recharge. What you got?"

"Nothing," Jason says desperately. "Not even a weapon that works."

"Lightning?" Piper suggests.

The boy shakes his head. "I think the snowstorm is interfering, or something."

"Unleash the venti!"

"Then we'll have nothing to give Aeolus, we'll have come all this way for nothing."

Ara turns and gets on her knees. She has one chance to be heard, and she's not going to waste it. "Please," she begs the goddess, grabbing the remaining half of her burger and throwing it into the campfire. "Please, guide them to us, and I'll do the rest."

Lycaon laughs, thinking she's given up. "I can smell your fear. A few more minutes of life, heroes. Follow Jackson, and pray to whatever gods you wish. Zeus did not grant me mercy, and you will have none from me."

Ara looks over her shoulder with disgust. "Who told you I was afraid?"

An arrow comes down flying and punctures a wolf's neck. A whole shower of them follows up. Not one misses its target, even Lycaon gets injured. While he's distracted, Ara grabs a piece of carbonized wood—still hot—and uses it to hit him.

Lycaon stumbles back and an arrow stabs his shoulder. "Curse them!" He shrieks. "And curse you, Jackson!"

Ara raises the piece of wood again, her skin glowing in a silver flush. "I may not be able to kill you, but I can still hurt you."

He knows that staying is a death sentence for him and his pack. Lycaon looks at Jason with repulsion. "This isn't over, boy." He disappears into the night.

Ara tosses the blazing lumber onto the ground. "Motherf—!"

Leo approaches, holding up her injured hand. He sees the peeling skin and grimaces, but then her hand starts healing itself, glowing as if covered in moonlight. "Hey... Am I hallucinating? When was the last time I slept?"

"Artemis blessed me," Ara explains to him in heavy breaths. "I'll live, yay."

"Cool," Leo tries to grin, but it still looks like a wince. "Er... why her, though?"

Wolves start to approach again, but as soon as Ara sees them, she smiles.

"They're here," the girl laughs—a lively, musical chortle—and the creatures' ears perk up at the sound. "It's so nice to see you!"

Ara falls to her knees again as the wolves rush to her and start licking her face. She hugs them like they're harmless puppies. The Artemis's hunters enter the cave, and Ara tears up.

"Good hunt, girls!"

One of them approaches, electric blue eyes shining with delight over her snow mask. "Strategus Jackson, I don't think that's a proper way to salute a troupe." Thalia turns to her hunters. "Phoebe, stay with me. Watch the entrance. The rest of you, follow Lycaon. We can't lose him now. I'll catch up with you."

The wolves go away with the hunters, Thalia offers Ara a hand, which she takes right away. The hunter pulls her up and hugs her tightly.

"So you're out of your cage, Birdy? You better be more careful, we can't afford to lose another Jackson right now. We've been following that demon's trail for over a week. Is everyone all right? No one got bit?"

Ara shakes her head and turns to her group, Jason is standing there wide-eyed and speechless.

"You're her," Piper speaks. "You're Thalia."

Ara's friend pulls down her hoodie and stares at Piper in confusion. "Do I know you?"

Piper glances at Jason. "This might be a shock, but—"

"Thalia," The boy says hoarsely. "I'm Jason, your brother."

The girl freezes for just one second before closing the distance between them. "My gods! She told me you were dead!" She cups Jason's face and studies it hungrily. "Thank Artemis, it is you. That little scar on your lip—you tried to eat a stapler when you were two!"

Leo laughs. "Seriously?"

"Staplers," Hedge hums approvingly. "Excellent source of iron."

"You knew he existed?" Ara frowns.

"W-wait," Jason blinks. "Who told you I was dead? What happened?"

Thalia's wolf barks at her, and she nods. "My wolf is telling me I don't have much time, and she's right. But we have to talk. Let's sit."

Piper faints and Hedge catches her, Ara curses in ancient Greek, rushing over to her side, and Thalia joins her. "What's wrong with her? Ah—never mind. I see. Hypothermia. Ankle." She scowls at Hedge. "Don't you know nature healing?"

"Why do you think she looks this good? Can't you smell the Gatorade?"

"She's been like this for days," Ara admits with embarrassment. "I tried to heal her but I'm no Apollo..."

Thalia gives her a sympathetic nod before looking at Leo. "You and the satyr," the hunter instructs, "take this girl to my friend at the entrance. Phoebe's an excellent healer."

"It's cold out there!" Hedge complains. "I'll freeze my horns off."

"Do what she tells you," Ara speaks firmly.

"Come on, Hedge," Leo says quietly. "These three need time to talk."

"Humph. Fine," the satyr grumps. "Didn't even get to brain anybody..."

"Actually, man, could you, um, stick around?" Jason asks Leo.

Ara looks at him and understands, he must be feeling cornered. Family isn't easy, she's had her own problems with Percy, and she's seen how it affects others as well.

Percy's always known exactly how to cheer people up. He also knows how to piss everyone off, but that comes with being a teenager.

"She wanted you to have this."

I recognize the Hades figurine, the one Nico needed to complete his set. He stares at it, the silence is so unlike him, and then starts talking in a numb voice. "You promised you would protect her."

Percy glances at me. "Nico, I tried. But Bianca gave herself up to save the rest of us. I told her not to. But she—"

"You promised!" Nico screams, taking us by surprise. "I shouldn't have trusted you! You lied to me—My nightmares were right!"

"Nightmares?" I frown. "Plural?"

Nico tosses away the little toy statue. "I hate you!"

Nico's throwing words too powerful to blurt out like that, so I touch his knee, trying to ease him. A brutal shiver goes down my spine, I feel like throwing up. "Nico," I say worryingly. "You're in shock. Let's go get Lily and Mike, you're not okay."

"She might be alive," Percy continues. I've never heard him sound so desperate. "I don't know for sure—"

"She's dead." Nico's shaking. "I should've known it earlier. She's in the Fields of Asphodel, standing before the judges right now, being evaluated. I can feel it."

"What do you mean, you can feel it?" Percy looks at me, but before I can explain, something creeps up on us.

I let out a scream and I stumble landing on my butt, my reaction puts Percy on edge, he seizes riptide and turns. Nico stands, looking at the creatures with wide eyes.

It's his instinct to look for a weapon, and I still have the sword I was using during training. Instead of taking it, Nico pulls me up and places me between him and Percy, squeezing my shoulder.

"He's trying to kill me!" He points at my brother with a shaky finger. "You brought these... these things!"

"No! I mean, yes, they followed me, but no!" Percy urges me. "Run, they can't be destroyed..."

Nico and I speak at the same time.

"I won't leave you—!"

"—I don't trust you!"

A day ago we were part of the Percy Jackson Fanclub, even Lily teased us about it, and she has a crush on my brother! What on Hypnos's lousy plane of existence could Nico dream to react like this?

It doesn't matter, Percy's fighting the monsters, therefore so am I. I'm able to keep up, though barely. My wrist is pulsing, and I'm not fast enough. "Run!" Percy insists. "You can't beat them, Ara! Get help! Take Nico!"

"No!" Nico presses his hands against his ears and closes his eyes.

"Nico!" I must sound really scared or really scary, cause he looks up at once. I do what I think is best at the moment, and use my charmspeak. "Get rid of them!"

His eyes lose focus, and then he screams harder than before. "GO AWAY!"

Percy pulls me back before the ground can swallow me whole. Literal Hades takes the dead away, and there is no one else in the pavilion except for the three of us to witness it. Nico stares wide-eyed at the crack on the ground, and slowly, he looks up.

"Y-You made me do that."

Percy's more concerned about Nico's power than of my use of charmspeak. "How did you—"

I try to approach my friend. "We needed you to snap out—!"

Nico pushes me away. I fall a second time and drop my sword, I'm so taken by surprise that I don't get up. "You knew Bianca was dead! I hate you two! I wish you were dead!"

He picks up the sword and charges against me, but Percy disarms him and picks me up, standing between us. "Ara did nothing wrong," my brother says. "Don't touch her."

"Nico," I cry. "I'm sorry..."

"You will be," he stares at Percy, standing protectively in front of me, and his expression darkens. "You will."

Nico runs. Percy calls his name and when he doesn't reply he tries to go after him but slips on the figurine the boy dropped. I see the moment his thoughts click in place and he turns to me. "You knew."

I tearfully give my answer. "I tried to tell you..."

"I couldn't do anything about Bianca," Percy's expression fills with guilt. "It happened so fast..."

"Bianca left her brother! And now he raaaaan..." I sob.

Percy gets to his feet and hugs me, trying to stop my cries. He wants to find Nico, so he guides us out of the pavilion tightly holding me against his chest. "You know how bad it gets after we figure it out, so thank you for delaying it..."

I cry louder and my brother looks around helplessly.

"Hey, I know it was scary but we have to find Nico, alright? We can't let him go," Percy watches me with worry.

I hiccup. "Lily's going to be so mad..." I clean my face trying to pull myself together.

He squeezes my shoulder. "Let's get her and Mike. Annabeth and Grover too."

I calm down, which is not an easy task for my twelve-year-old self. As we make our way to the big house, Percy feels like he needs to give me something good to hold onto.

"Mom got a boyfriend."

I stare at him with wide, teary eyes. "A mortal one?"

"Yes. His name is Paul Blowfish."

I frown. "She must really like the sea."

Percy snorts. "She'll tell you all about it once we're home, but I thought you should know now. I found out today, so it felt weird not to tell you."

I'm not used to being included, but I'm getting better at it. "You're okay with it?"

He shrugs and guides me towards the Big House. "I'll wait until you meet the guy. If you say he's good, he's good."

"So..." Leo starts after a minute of silence. "The Hunters of Artemis. This whole 'not dating' thing—is that like always, or more of a seasonal thing, or what?"

Thalia looks at her as if asking 'Is this the kind of company you keep?' andAra blushes.

"Don't mind Leo," Jason kicks him lightly. "He's just trying to break the ice. But, Thalia... what happened to our family? Who told you I was dead?"

"Do you remember anything?"

Ara nudges Leo's shoulder while Thalia and Jason talk. "Thank you," she whispers. "For what you did when Midas tried to touch me. And also when the wolves tried to get me. You bought me enough time to save us."

"Don't mention it," Leo replies, and it sounds like he's genuinely asking her to not talk about it.

Ara's not gonna last long if he continues to casually protect and heal her at every chance he gets, so she's kind of glad that the quest will end soon.

Leo looks at her with a scowl. She's seen him do that expression before, whenever he takes a look at some unfamiliar engine. "You're still glowing."

Ara tenses and examines her hands, thinking he's talking about something else, but then she remembers Artemis's blessing. "Yeah, that'll stay there until I use the ability it granted me. I'll have to be careful 'cause I'll pass out as soon as I do."

"Well, not to toot my own horn, but I'm pretty good at catching you, so feel free to pass out in my direction," he says with a self-contained smile.

Without warning, she hugs him. The girl closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, snuggling further into his shoulder. Leo hasn't moved, not even to hug her back, and it's enough to make her feel self-conscious.

They are not friends, and she shouldn't forget it.

Ara moves away. "Sorry—"

PUFF!

Leo's curls burst into flames and he pats his head hastily, suffocating the fire with a mortified expression.

"...Chiron knew," the mention of her mentor distracts Ara. "When I got to camp, he took one look at me and said, 'You should be dead.'"

"That doesn't make sense," Thalia frowns. "I never told him."

"Hey," Leo replies, hands still on his curls. He desperately tries to join the conversation so he doesn't have to address what just happened. "Important thing is you've got each other now, right? You two are lucky."

Thalia nodded. "Leo's right. Look at you. You're my age. You've grown up."

"But where have I been? How could I be missing all that time? And the Roman stuff..."

"The Roman stuff?"

"Your brother speaks Latin," Leo explains, Ara finds it mildly upsetting just how quickly he moved on from their conversation. "He calls gods by their Roman names, and he's got tattoos..."

They explain to Thalia the whole story.

"Latin," she scowls. " Zeus sometimes spoke Latin, the second time he stayed with Mom. Like I said, he seemed different, more formal."

"You think he was in his Roman aspect? And that's why I think of myself as a child of Jupiter?"

"Possibly. I've never heard of something like that happening, but it might explain why you think in Roman terms, why you can speak Latin rather than Ancient Greek. That would make you unique..."

"He wasn't alone. We've heard about others like him," Leo mentions.

"What do you mean?" Thalia's eyes go to Ara, but she refuses to meet her gaze.

When Leo finishes his explanation, he adds. "Isn't there anywhere else for demigods? I mean besides Camp Half-Blood? Maybe some crazy Latin teacher has been abducting children of the gods or something, making them think like Romans."

"I've been all over the country," Thalia frowns. "I've never seen evidence of a crazy Latin teacher, or demigods in purple shirts. Still..."

"What?" Jason asks.

"I'll have to talk to the goddess," Thalia shakes her head. "Maybe Artemis will guide us."

"She's still talking to you?" Jason frowns. "Most of the gods have gone silent. They only respond to Ara now."

"More like I pray and sometimes they listen."

"But Artemis follows her own rules, she sent us to you," Thalia reaches out to hold Ara's hand. "She has to be careful not to let Zeus know, but she thinks Zeus is being ridiculous closing Olympus. She's the one who set us on the trail of Lycaon. She said we'd find a lead..."

"To find Percy Jackson," Leo guesses. "Ara's brother."

Thalia squeezes Ara's hand and nods. "We'll find him, don't lose hope."

"So what would Lycaon have to do with it?" Leo insists. "And how does it connect to us?"

"We need to find out soon," The hunter's face grows serious. "If your deadline is tomorrow, we're wasting time. Aeolus could tell you—" Thalia's wolf barks at them. "I have to get moving, otherwise, I'll lose the other Hunters' trail. First, though, I'll take you to Aeolus's palace."

"If you can't, it's okay," Jason replies quickly.

"Oh, please," Thalia grins and helps him up right after helping Ara. "I haven't had a brother in years. I think I can stand a few minutes with you before you get annoying. Now, let's go!"

Ara moves to help Leo, but he gets up on his own. "I got it, thanks."

He walks past her, and Ara scowls at the back of his head. "What's his problem?"

Thalia nudges her shoulder and nods in Leo's direction. "So he's Hephaestus's son?"

When she notices Thalia's grin, Ara scolds her. "You know that's got nothing to do with anything."

Her friend shrugs. "Where's my hug, then?"

Ara playfully shoves her out of her way, gaining a chuckle from the hunter.

Next Chapter ->

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Endless Passion- A Sandman Fan Fiction

IV. Lull

Synopsis: Sabine bids adieu to the world she once knew- or so-called, the Waking World, into a hypnotic paradise beyond mortal comprehension. Injured, she is met with compassion instead of death. But what of the Lord she called upon for aid?

Bulbs of black and blue light still flashed behind Sabine’s eyes, as she felt a drifting sun burn into her veins. A cool wind ran across her aching body, where her skin stuck out from tearsa in her clothes. The world she knew was gone. She was supposed to die. All she could do was focus on her breathing. In, out, in, out. In…… In for five seconds, hold for seven… Let go for eight. In, out… Almost out, but what was that noise? A booming echo of metal? Wood? An ancient latch snapping open from a gate? In? Out? In…. Out… If she laid still enough and pretended to be dead, would anyone mind? No, but Death did. Why didn’t she get sent to darkness? Was this purgatory? Her heart palpitated, as she slowly opened her eyes to a barren landscape of greyed sand. Her body ached as she slowly sat up, feeling uneasy in this realm. She remembered this from her dreams so long ago, writing about journals often of it- but something wasn’t right.

The sound of rustling footsteps across the sand startled her. She froze, her back faced to the stranger. She looked down, letting the sand run through her fingertips- the grains feeling almost plush, like a fine powder than beach sand she knew in her childhood years. The footsteps slowed, becoming more hesitant as they got closer.

Sabine swallowed hard, unable to focus her eyes from the horizon. She anticipated the god to be waiting for her there, but he wound’t have run. He would have made her come to him. The figure knelt beside her- a warm, gentle hand placing itself on Sabine’s shoulder. She flinched, turning to meet the face of something much gebnntler than a disgruntled divine figure.

A kind faced woman with rounded glasses and rich, onyx skin and eyes greeted her. Her face knit into an expression of concern and awe, lips parted in complete shock. She was unbothered by the ominous terrain, only focusing on Sabine. Sabine flinched back at first, tucking her arm back against a stinging wound beneath her breast. Memories from her dream journals seemed to ebb and flicker, remembering the shape of these glasses before. The woman placed a hand on Sabine’s shoulder. Her touch was comforting, anxiety slowly ebbing away.

“A dreamer.” The woman uttered in shock, “But how…?”

“Am I dead?” Sabine asked in a numbed tone, glancing around, “Where am I?”

The woman observed Sabine’s condition, as she met her eyes, “No, my dear, you are very much alive. Which is…. Astounding, to say the least. No human has ever been able to seamlessly bound from one world into another…. What is your name?”

“I’m Sabine.” She uttered, her head still spinning across the landscape, “I’ve made a terrible mistake. I don’t think I’m supposed to be here.”

The figure nodded empatheticcally, “Well, you’ve come to the right place, Sabine. And I am sure we can figure everything out together. I am Luciennce, chief librarian and guardian of this realm.”

“A realm. I’m definitely not from here. And you said guardian… Are you an angel?” Sabine asked calmly, her emotions frayed from minutes prior, “I didn’t think I’d make it to heaven.”

Lucienne let out a short laugh, “Ha! You are too lovely. No, I am not… I am a dream. Personified. To say the least. Now, I see you have something there in your hands.”

Sabine held up the dream stone, whose surface was dimming slowly, “I asked for death. But…. I’m not sure what happened… I misused this relic for my own… My own selfish needs.”

Lucienne’s face dropped a moment upon the Dreamstone’s appearance. She swallowed hard, soon turning to the young mortal before her.

“I see.” She nodded, “The Dreamstone was meant to be destroyed. We intended it to never reach human hands before. A copy of such power is near impossible. But it seems you’ve been the lucky one to find it.”

“I understand.” Sabine nodded, her voice hoarse, “I accept the charges that come with this misuse.”

“Nevermind that,” Lucienne interjected, “We will figure that out later. But, I must say, it appears you’ve been through a great deal of pain. Are you able to walk on your own?”

Sabine’s legs throbbed as she stretched them forward, feeling stiff. She nodded.

“I just need some help getting up….” Sabine admitted, “If you don’t mind.”

“Not in the slightest.” Lucienne said, rising. She offered her hands. Sabine hesitated, watching the dreamstone flicker and ebb back to life in her possession.

“We can get you cleaned up and your wounds tended to upon entering the gates here,” Lucienne added, “And it appears you need rest. You haven’t been asleep.”

Sabine shook her head, “No, not at all. And my sister, too much, she’s in a coma. I wanted to…”

As Sabine rose, a searing pain erupted in the space of her ribs beneath her right breast. She cried out in pain, clenching the fabric against her, seeing it sticky with blood.

“Fuck.” Sabine stammered, “That blonde bastard cut me! He-”

Lucienne’s eyes widened.

“No more of that now.” Lucinenne said, “I can help you. Just focus on moving forward.”

Suddenly, a raven flew from the edges of great horn and ivory gates before them. The black feathered bird banked down to them, still flying in mid air.

“Lucienne?” The Raven spoke, “Who is this? What the hell is going on?”

“Matthew, no time for questions now. This woman has been injured.”

Sabine studied the black bird flapping before her, speaking with the voice of a human. Someone she would talk to walking by on the steet. A human voice coming from the beak of a strange bird. Anything seemed to be possible in this new world- between being shanked by an eyeless beige wearing man and a talking animal, she was more than willing to embrace it without question. Even when the sound of his voice hit her like a shovel to the forehead.

Lucienne said in a strained voice, putting an arm around Sabine, “Find Morpheus, and tell him to return to the Dreaming promptly. We have found the dreamstone copy.”

“Morpheus.” Sabine whispered under her breath, speaking to neither of them, “Of course he’s here…. I’m so fucked.”

“Holy shit.” The raven stammered, “Is she going to be okay?!”

“It’s a laceration-” Sabine stammered, “Ah, fuck! Sorry for my language.”

“Right, okay.” Matthew honked, “I’m on it!”

Matthew flew away into a distance Sabine’s eyes cloud not perceive, watching him disappear almost immediatley. Lucienne nodded, putting Sabine’s arm around her own.

“Are you sure you can walk?” Lucienne asked.

Sabine nodded, “I’ll be fine… I’m more worried about meeting your Lord than my own cuts and bruises.”

“You must rest first. He will ensure your safety so long as you remain here.” Lucienne reassured her as they began to walk, “We must focus on one thing at a time.”

As the two walked through the vast ivory gates to the Dreaming, Sabine couldn’t help but to feel a sense of peace looking at the world before her- with snow capped mountains and isles of green, vast bodies of water and one endless bridge connecting them all within the palm of a grand stone hand, where people walked and talked about, interacting in the realm, passing by her as if it were another day.

And there she saw it in the distance- a shining palace standing thousands of feet before in height, glimmerng and framed with huan figures from all centuries, of all kinds of life, as well as thre stone guardians at its center fascia. Her head began to swim again form the loss of blood to her cut, and spots in her vision began to appear brighter as they walked through the doors of the strange palace.

The las thing she remembered was collapsing on the marble floor, remembering how cool it felt, like when she and Kalea would lay on the tile during hot summer days in Lahina.

The Lahina that was now burned, and not a trace left of the legacy they once new.

“Whatever happens to me, I don’t care.” were Sabine’s last words before she collapsed again, “I just want her to be safe.”

Then the comfort of an inky, black, dreamless rest welcomed her once more. It lasted then, behind closed eyes, not deep enough to ble sleep, but a gentle nap that her soul needed. The only thing she could think about was her sister, still asleep in her bed, not a clue what happened to the world she knew around her.

And what of this Lord? Would he strike cruelty with a swift hand, or would he grant mercy to her wanting soul?

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Hello, Readers, whichever readers I have left after not writing for so long. I'm so sorry for being away. These past few weeks have been a struggle for me physically, mentally, and emotionally with my new job. Thank you for your patience with me at this time. I am not giving up on posting this fic. I am unsure if a once-a-week deadline is possible with my new schedule now. But you bet your bum I will give it my all to make sure of that. Thank you, my friends!

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Mall Madness! Holy fucking shit that was absolute madness. This episode started off pretty comprehensible and then became Not That.

The set looks so good!!

There’s no after bit. Ominous.

Look at their haaaaats

Cloaca mini is iconic

Cassandra mini Cassandra mini Cassandra miniiiii

THACO BELL

All the store names are incredible. Thank you for the battle set tour.

Oh my god this got intense quickly

Horrifying! I am so uncomfortable :)

Hold MONSTER??

What does that mean though Brennan. No spoilers but what does that mean.

Ooh editing!

This is heartbreaking actually

It’s not zeitgeist this is just a Beardsley Bit.

(It’s my favorite Beardsley Bit)

BRENNAN.

The other shoe has not yet dropped?? Bro??

Oh does time act all weird in the synod

Kinetic Jaunt <3

What are you Doing

Oh my GOD Lou

👀 you wanna jump on a table.

‘Does she need scratchies?’ ‘Ooh, you don’t got cats.’ (As a cat owner I felt this in my very soul)

I love arcane trickster mechanics so much

Is he FLOSSING

The amount of just. Pained groans. Coming out of the players this episode.

Why are they attacking them???

So mature I love them

Banged out that first level spell 😏

That’s fucking gross.

That’s horrifying!

You thought he was just doing it for shits and giggles

Allyyyyy

The dome art is great. Love bloodbath and beyond behind Brennan

I love that they’re trying to protect Cassandra

Silvery barbs baby!

(I love silvery barbs I used it a few sessions ago to stop someone ripping off our barbarian’s arm and I hadn’t told the dm that I took it in our last level up so the look on his face was delightful)

“This ancient mall” as if this is not an incredibly new development

Emily what are you about to do

Conor Counterspell <3

WHY

Awww

I need Cassandra to be okay. Please.

Fig loves an intern

This is so bad

ZERO INITIATIVE???

Oh my FUCKING god that post was righttt

Gorgug Thistlespring you genius I love you <3

Ooh the red energy is moving on the dome background love that

Gorgug!!!

Kristen. Kristen.

Also Ally I get where you’re coming from I really do but you’re level ten. There are so many opportunities to raise your dex between levels one and ten. This is a bit. I LOVE AND RESPECT THE BIT.

NAT FUCKING TWENTY THATS BEARDSLEY BLESSED MOTHERFUCKER

Minus three to dex, also in real life

Ooooh okay okay

We honor nat 20s on this show!!!

The character ability is I Read The Handbook

Are they what now

Oop

Forty one damage each?!

Goddamn

Hello??

What????

Brennan fully broke Emily with that. This is like Murph with the yorbies.

YEAH I JUST SAID THAT!!

What the FUCK Brennan

WHAT

What the fuck 😭😭

This is insanity

Girly said I think I need to go to the hospital 😭

Body or mind!!!

I’m losing my shit oh my god

The pride armor?? That Gilear took?

Oh nooooo

You did that sheet babe

Love the little field notes notebook <3

She’s so buff and still has no idea how to attack

Ok so these things are sentient

This is sick as fuck. Siobhan you’re the coolest person ever.

Look at Zac’s dice bag! It says Gorgug Thistlespring on it!

Rip Conor counterspell you were a real one

Oh god oh fuck

Oh nooo

Like she’s about to pounce!!

Zac and Siobhan are cat owners they know

Aaaaaaaaaaa

Oh my god

Horrifying. Horrifying!!

I love Fabian sooooo much

WHAT

Oh noooooooooo

Oh SHIT

We’ve had the box of doom out so many times this session

They’re already down why do you need to attack them????

NOT BEARDSLEY SINGING THE CLOWN MUSIC

Bardic Shrimpspiration 🥲

Oh my god that is so many dice

Clap if you believe in fairies

Yeah the statistics on that weren’t great.

Brennan said skanking in the most pensive voice

“I’m done talking to you” gorgug is excellent

Oof. That right there is what we call an oof.

(Listen the drawback to dating people with good music taste is sometimes you want to still listen to their playlists after you break up. It’s fine.)

I love it when gorgug tries to reason with unreasonable people

How many different Cassandra minis??

Anger is so powerful and it can be so destructive or helpful depending on so many awful factors aaaaaa

Beardsley has gotten good at d&d it’s incredible

I love this show so much

Oh my GOD

Now is the time for a Beardsley roll

FUCK

FUCKKKKK

Girlieeeeeeeeeeeee

Oh my god

The hands and the face that Ally does-

Big money no gilears big money no gilears

Oh my GOD

Babe he has given you so many rolls this is just fucking cursed

The cat brothers meme with Conor and Colin Counterspell

NINTH LEVEL CIRCLE OF DEATH

I am so stressed

What? For what? You did this for what???

WHAT???

Gross???

Are they gonna fucking. Redo this battle. And throw the party.

Hey hi hello what the fuck

Oh my GOD FUCK OFF FUCK ALL THE WAY OFF

I will break you in a way that none who loved you will recognize the ruin I have wrought. Brennan. Brennan stop.

Did Adaine lose her job :(

Has YES! been haunting Cassandra??

Where did Emily get a blanket from

Jesus.

Ohhh it was derisive

What an insane thing. We’re so back. And also what the actual fuck.

The slow zoom on Ally 😭

Fig and the Hangman <3

Murph is so committed to the goblin hisses <3

It wasn’t weird that I did that!!

The thousand yard stare

GSA STRONG

Does the hangman have a radio

I’m sobbing what the fuck is happening

NAT FUCKING TWENTY

Where was that when they were trying to save the god

Through fucking gritted teeth ‘I love my friends. I love my friends.’

What the fuck is going on

‘Religious awe’ wild way to put that Brennan

What the FUCK man

He’s too buttery!

Sooooo much property damage

Kristen is so goddamn traumatized and everyone is having a weird time.

So next week looks fun. I have no idea what thoughts are in my head right now. Gonna need to rewatch that tomorrow and see if I can pull some coherence from it. Most of it seemed to make some kind of sense at the time.

#reactions #verbal component #fantasy high junior year

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Honestly gotta say, the lore setup of the world alone has filled me with Such intense emotions bc CHEF'S KISS nothing beats world building for me, i want to learn All the Things, no matter how wild or mundane

as such, Twilit has caught my attention for their own interest in knowledge, atop being overall very intriguing to me ( shoutout & air kisses to my darling Heluur too ); the deep irony is that i have severe mottephobia, to the point where even just thinking abt moths ( or anything moth-related ) for beyond a few seconds results in prolonged nausea on my part, which kinda really sucks fhrjjdjf

nonetheless i am determined to at least TRY to woo them, as Largely Beyond Human Comprehension & Old AF are def favored traits of mine to find in characters

thank you for all your hard work you've done thus far! i hope you're getting proper rest too! I'm very excited to continue playing this delightful story 🥳💖

thank you so much for your kind words! i have really enjoyed all the worldbuilding... i'm so glad that other people are also enjoying it! <3

but oh dear... i'm so sorry! obviously don't. feel obliged to push yourself if it's really making you feel ill lmao i'm very sorry that my story has ended up adjacent to your phobia 😔 i Have mentioned it before a long time ago but Twilit isn't really all that Moth-y (in fact they're even less Moth-y than the moth!mc), though i don't really know if that will be any consolation. but hopefully not having buggy eyes or antennae is Something at least.

ironically i ended up going with this fairly lowkey set of moth wings because i thought their original concept would be too scary skbsdfg. in the end i figured i'd keep the original concept as a "true form" of sorts; all of the older and more powerful demons have to do things in order to make themselves Small, in order to Fit inside hell, so much of Twilit's being is. Elsewhere lmfao

i do have a faceclaim for their humanoid avatar that mc mostly gets to interact with haha, which i don't for most of the other ROs. so maybe that helps?

i'm going to spoiler the True Form description for people who don't want to look at it and also possibly just because it's. spoilers, i guess? however i don't think this is ever going to be a Reveal, it's just not obvious at first glance looking at them.

it's not super advisable to look directly at Twilit's true form unless you want a bunch of psychic damage, but obviously other archdemons are capable of Beholding them fine. they're Huge, with differing layers of loosely-connected corporeal form overlapping; the. central body? is squid-like in shape, though the skin is scaled and tough rather than an actual squid's blubber or whatever, with a mass of long tentacles that extend from the uh... torso? the head/face region has that... let's say "conical" squid-shape but augmented with bony plates and cilia that evoke the biblical descriptions of angels, with a halo like a burning wheel and so forth. circling the body is a shroud of moth-like wings that can fold up in on themselves or unfurl based on their whim - when unfurled, they vibrate with a loud humming, buzzing noise. black in colour; they have no visible eyes, ears or mouth, but no matter which direction you look at them from, they always seem to be watching you.

squid... How Do They Work

it's not particularly new ground as far as eldritch beings go but i enjoy a good tentacle... Conceptually i mean. they were actually not a demon in this original iteration though haha... they were an elder god. so. things change!

#what does the chaos mirror see #chigusaeyes #thank you again for your message!#i really hope. answering and mentioning moths doesn't make your phobia worse!!#though hopefully since you asked the questions you're somewhat prepared. i can delete it if you need of course #RO: twilit #long post.

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Just getting even more weird tonight- idk I think holding myself back because I fear unanimous rejection is probably what’s keeping me for horny posting on main about why certain colors reflected on objects and skin tones makes me like 😳👀👀👀👀 and y’all don’t understand but the aesthetic attraction has got me weak

Holy fuck I’m into some weird shit y’all. I can’t even call it “sexy” or “hot” or “horny” because you’d immediately assume “oh like sexual attraction?”

NO. YOU FOOL AND JEST- you hath not seen anything. You’ve gained the fools eye and walk around as if it is wise. You are no wizard! You are the old lizard beneath a desecrated rock. Seagulls shall shit upon you very home and consume your entire being.

Like how do I explain this? It’s like temperature hot. This shit is flaming. This shit is fire to my eyeballs and thus my body reacts as if a thousand suns has entered the domain of my being- and I sit and stare carelessly as if I am merely gazing upon grace of pole dancers- yet the second that FUCKING aesthetic hits Im a dog on the floor. I am licking my own tears. I am howling at the fucking moon. How do you say “you look pretty. TOO pretty”. And NO not in the “mainstream” pretty way. You could be dressed up like motherfucking grinch and man I’d Tony the Tiger.

I’m fucking weak to lighting too- so I see this girl standing in the sun a bit to lovingly and I’m suddenly a lesbian. ???????????????????? Any other day I would’ve been fine wouldn’t even care to see her exist but OH no the lighting and the artistry of the human body and the structure of the stairwell behind her has created a photo- NO a painting beyond my comprehension and I am back to staring like a lost soul- a puppy in search of a lover to care for it. My heart yearns for a stranger who I should of have forgotten but NO.

don’t get me started on the goddamn moon.

Like who did this. Why does arousal occur only when I decided that the lingerine and clothing looks fashionable enough? (Literally walked by thousands of like bathsuit shit but the only thing that made me awooga was when I thought those clothes just WORKED. Like it had to bless my eyes with the grace of fashion. A naked body is not enough.)

Literally- ask me to play dnd in bed and I will literally be 😳😳😳😳 while someone is rolling the dice dressed like a tiefling with a cool accent and is sitting on the pillow I will never use. don’t even know anymore.

It’s horny aesthetic attraction. Who the fuck made this shit? I have to talk to the fucking manager of attraction because I swear to god you are NOT making me want to fuck a car (looking at you megatron from the films 😡)

#long post

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Alright, maybe it was low of me to judge you on your honor Roman, and that I will apologize sincerely for.

So let me rephrase this: from what I’m grasping, Virgil is some foul ‘demon’, correct?

To my knowledge of what I know of demons, they tend to be riled up easily, lash out and cause damage beyond comprehension.

But stormy over there was on coms the inter time you were in the carrier! He seemed awe fully it rated by Remus and Logan snapping and teasing him, and yet, everything was intact once landing.

And even still- you aggressively pinning him down, yelling in his face, pulling him around by the neck, which is a weak point human speaking, all he did was warn you to let him go.

He didn’t raise a finger against you.

That’s mighty high levels of self control for a ‘foul demon’.

And truly- I wish not to offend you, your highness, I know you are for more than I, a mere mortal, but I will note that Virgil seems to have far great self control than you, who almost killed everyone on the carrier because you could remain calm around your own brother.

Just be a little open?

Virgil shoves into the lab, harried and on edge and directs the SHIELD agents escorting the spear--who are, perhaps, even more harried and on edge than he is--to place it on the center lab table near a monitor set up. He ignores the staunch defense in his name, and in fact even seems irritated at it's existence.

Roman huffs near the doors, and shoots a glare at the cameras. His face glows red; not in power, but embarrassment. He puffs his chest out and squares his shoulders, as if about to launch on another tirade, when Patton, almost idly, turns away from watching Virgil's frantic attempts at setting up the lab, to spear him in the chest with two disappointed words, "They're right."

"I--" Roman's voice turns strangled, as if he's incapable of believing that someone like Patton would defend something like Virgil, "Honorable Captain, you must not let--" "I am not letting anything happen," Patton says sternly, brow furrowed, "I am not letting Virgil trick me. Perhaps you feel comfortable in thinking that you know everything about a person by their aura, but I'm a Catholic, Your Highness. I don't believe in predestination."

Roman's face screws up, more out of confusion than anything else. He doesn't gape, necessarily, because gods of his kind and caliber were, of course, beyond such things, but it looks awful close.

"I don't--I don't need this, you know," Virgil snaps, interrupting Roman and sending a ruthless glare at the camera, "I'm not some fucking--damsel in distress who doesn't know his own power. I know what I am, and I can control it, if only you people would just leave me alone to do my job!"

He takes a deep breath, and sends an apologetic look at Patton, "I mean, it's not that I don't appreciate it from you, but--I don't need these junior SHIELD agents treating me like I'm some kind of toddler and rewarding me for not throwing a tantrum over spilled soda."

"See!" Roman gestures imploringly at Virgil, who is pushing the earplugs Joan had gotten him back into his ears, seemingly determined to drown all this out, "Honorable Captain, he rebukes your defense and knows he does not deserve it! He does not deserve your good opinion of him!"

Patton's shoulders straighten, "I'm the one who will decide that! You don't need to like Virgil, Your Highness. Just respect him as a person. No matter what you think of someone, you can't attack them out of the blue. Virgil hasn't done anything to you to warrant his behavior as it?"

Roman looks like he wants to fume, looking increasingly frustrated for several long seconds, before he folds it back and tilts his head up in acquisition.

"Fine," He says regally, "But just know that with that creature--" He glances loftily towards Virgil, who is repeatedly tapping at the different monitors controlling the lab set up with equal impatience. Logan only seems to be able to watch Virgil struggle for a moment, before he's stepping in, keeping a careful distance, and helping Virgil silently set up the lab.

"It will only be a matter of time before he does. People cannot hide their better or worse nature for long." Roman looks sour, and glances at the spear mournfully, "I should know."

"Finally!" Virgil crows, as a monitoring program boots to life on the screen before him, and a drawer with the corresponding equipment on the table snaps open, "Now all of you--" He points fingers at everyone in the room except for Roman, and holds up a thin metal probe and points it at the door, "Get out. It's time for me to open this sucker up."

The spear glows brightly next to him.

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#sander sides #avengers au #chapter five #roman sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil does not like being white knighted for lol #time to start playing with the spear! look out for radiation poisoning!!

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Mamoru Oshii: the mind behind three masterpieces.

Fine, let’s talk about this guy. I recently watched both Angel’s Egg (1985) and Jin Roh (1999) afterwards, and I liked them a lot. Then I realized that both films had been made (directed the first, wrote the second) by the same guy who directed Ghost In The Shell (1995) !! Incredible.

Oshii was born in 1951, in Ōta. He studied at Tokyo Keizai University, and has been in the industrie since 1977. He directed the first OVA project to be released !! The science fiction miniseries ‘Dallos’ (1983), which tells the story of the people of the moon, who discover an ancient alien structure. That alone is something truly important for the anime industry, the OVAs would be a format that would change the way in which anime could be viewed and consumed, and also giving much more freedom to its creators in storytelling. Maybe that’s why Angel’s Egg is given so much credit for. When it was released, it truly gave him an infinite amount of recognition for years to come. It is considered one of the greatest animes in all time. But let’s wait a minute to explain why, and let’s continue in our story…

After 10 years of filmmaking, including the OVA series Patlabor (1988) and his incursions in live action films with The Red Spectacles (1987) and Talking Head (1992); he got to make one of the most influential anime films ever: Ghost In The Shell (maybe more for my generation? Or for the cyberpunk lovers I guess), an adaptation of Masamune Shirow’s manga, and one of the reasons of why I’m here in this course. After that, in 1999 (the year I was born), he directed Jin Roh, the last one of the Kerberos Trilogy (which includes The Red Spectacles too).

So, we got to the point when I can talk about this films. You know, I haven’t watched every anime he has done, and some of them I just knew about, but here I am, to get to know them, and watch them when I got the time. I want to talk briefly about what I consider are his themes that are followed through this specifical three works: Angel’s Egg, Ghost In The Shell and Jin Roh, since they are the ones that I have watched. I find it really interesting that since Angel’s Egg we can see some of the most dense existential dreads that we got to witness in anime. This movie is showing us an allegoric depiction of life after death, of meeting our extinction, and not knowing what we can do about it. It’s certainly referencing through beatiful metaphors (like the shadows of the fishes, the dead armies) the drop of the atomic bomb, an event that got humanity to meet the face of what apocalypse looked like, like never before in our recent history. There is an scene where one of the characters (the male one, who moves along with a crosslike weapon) retells the story of Noah’s ark, creating a reflexion about the uncertainty and impending doom that is felt when discovering something that is far beyond human comprehension. He decides to kill all hopes. I’m not spoiling you any more details jj

Then we got Ghost in The Shell, an exploration on what we call human, and again, an existential crossroad where our protagonist, Major Motoko Kusanagi, a quintessential cyborg cop, faces an AI that is hacking human consciousness, using people to trascend itself and becoming something else. Here we got one of the greatest scenes in all anime, which is a silent ship, coursing a river through the city buildings, and Motoko watching some other “version” of herself (another cyborg with the same body as her) through a glass, and not knowing how to feel about it. The music in this scene is beatiful, I mean it’s so iconic, like ritual chants begging to the new gods of the cyberpunk for mercy, or to get us into this new transhuman world. Well of course it has amazingly animated action scenes near the end, like the scene in wich she has to fight with a flying tank (?), but it’s the end dialogue between her and the AI that has got us in love with it, and with anime in general. In a final act for liberation (and with some sexual innuendos here and there) Motoko and the other get fusioned, creating a new being virtually invencible and far more powerful than before, in the body of a child Motoko. Also, her mate Batou is cool af, and also super cute, like he takes care of some basset hounds (same dogs Mamoru has) and is clearly in love with Motoko, she just isn’t human anymore, I’m sorry buddy.

Finally, we have Jin Roh, a story about a soldier (some ultra heavy metal cop in an atompunk gear like wtf such a cool design) who can’t shoot a girl in a terrorist attack, she gets blown up, he feels guilty about it. If you blink it you miss it, but it’s settled in an alternative Japan where, well, Germany won the Second World War, so Japan is now a fascist state, with brutal police repression to its inhabitants. It’s the fifties, so you can expect a noir type story with some mentally tormented detective and the classic femme fatale that gets him into madness. It delivers. Here, our protagonist Fuse gets in love with a woman who is really resemblant of the girl he just saw die. She’s a terrorist too. With some complicated political intricacies here in there, and some beatiful dream sequences (ok the wolf scene is really gory but so good it got me shivers !!), the film delivers an excellent psichological thriller which is, again, more about the mind that it is about the action. But the world building is GOD.

And we could extrapolate that to all his works, the worldbuilding is phenomenal, I mean, Angel’s Egg creates a world that we never get to know much about, that we are shown to be meeting its end, and it does in a beatifully animated way, like really, and the colors, the art direction, it’s really captivating to the eye and to the mind, and it themes get all in your mind for days. Same with Ghost In The Shell, a pivotal point in cyberpunk storytelling, that got an american remake with Scarlett Johanson that I really like too ! (you are free to hate me.) Finally, with Jin Roh we got a change in the directing seat, but we can see his trace in all the animation style and the tone of the story, where we can only get an ambivalent ending, with a heavy pessimistic touch to it.

We can only say that the mind of this director has got into ours, through his work, which is really important to anime, and also, pure works of art.

Jorge Leiva

#Anime #Manga #Japan #personalstory #essay #Sci-Fi #submission

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