#salem: 01.

[lghtyear]

⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾       . . .     ‘    requested by @baekjeongu :       still accepting !    ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾

[ sms : angelic ] . . . do you have that wine in from the other night that i liked ? what was it called ? [ sms : angelic ] . . . trying to convince zelda to get some .

#baekjeongu #baekjeongu [ salem ] thread 01. #⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾ . . . ‘ in relation to: salem saberhagen. ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾ #feral actually #any excuse to talk to him smh

[mitjalovse]

Avicii's Coldplay collaboration presents an important person in the popular music from the late noughts on thanks to him being a part of a highly successful sound then. Moreover, he will probably be seen later on as one of the more tragic figures of the period. While he achieved a lot of success before his untimely death, I don't think he was ever really cherished as a fine electronic musician. Then again, the genre he worked in definitely contributed towards that opinion, since the idiom remains one of the most easily dismissed. Nonetheless, I do sort of get the apprehension as EDM became a joke, yet Avicii managed to outdo the latter's problems by making great stuff until his death. Who knows where he could've gone, had he still lived?

#Youtube #avicii #Avīci (01) #without you song #sandro cavazza #salem al fakir #tim bergling #vincent pontare #dhani lennevald #alessandro cavazza #carl falk #10's music #electronic music

[journalsoftheunknownarchive]

Journals of the Unknown - Witches of Salem - Episode 01: Out in the Woods

You start the game at the Goodhart’s house, as the camera goes from a couple of pictures of a little girl and an older man on the wall to a map of the city of Salem. You are then presented with Jane Goodhart, as she ponders if another witch hunt has started and she decides to go and investigate.

She travels by car, and everything seems to be going according to plan, until the surrounding area starts flickering, as if a source of great light is passing through. Now, there are two versions in the occult object game of what exactly happens after these flickering lights: there is the initial version, in which a ghost appears in front of Jane’s car and, in trying to not hit it, Jane hits a tree; and there’s the updated version, where the flickering lights are enough to confuse Jane and make her hit a tree. Neverthenless, once she does hit the tree, she decides to go looking for help (as helpless as the situation is) and takes some stuff from her car, including matches.

It is then that she hears screams coming from deeper within’ the forest. As she walks, she sees a circle of salt surrounded by candles, and the lights start flickering again. She seems scared, but since the cries for help persist, she too persists - she finds a woman dressed in a maroon robe, and she appears to be hurt. In the original version, she asks her to go look for a first aid kit in her camping area. Here, Jane has found a backpack with said kit already, and what the woman asks for is for her to start a small fire, looking desperate as she does so.

After that, the woman introduces herself as Eva Hope, the missing witch that Jane was after. She reveals that it is highly possible that she’s being targeted by the same murderer that took care of Sally Acheron and Lauren Aleena. Jane says that she wants to talk to her about that, but Eva insists that she’ll only do so in a safer place than a forest. She comments about having friends at a local farm, not so far away, and that they would be of great assistence to her, since she can’t walk at the moment. Jane looks at her map and Eva points at the place: the farm is called Grung Hill, and it’s not so far away. Jane can go by foot.

#journals of the unknown #witches of salem #episode 01 #out in the woods #jane goodhart #eva hope #sally albright #lauren aleena #recap #game #facebook game

[lani-heart]

CIRCUS || ATEEZ ot8 || masterlist

genre(s) -> angst, fluff, non-idol, hybrid au, poly au paring(s) -> ateez ot8 x reader warning(s) -> abuse, eating disorder, mentions of mental / physical health, cursing, smut, explicit language / scenes, etc.

abstract -> forced to adopt a hybrid becomes harder than the reader anticipated. in which she'll encounter eight troubled and challenging hybrids to take care of. will she be able to handle it?

-> uploading will start on december 04. 2023

-> taglist closed !!

saving a panther and a fox chapter 00. -> adoption center chapter 01. -> rehabilitation chapter 02. -> hybrid activist side story -> admiration side story -> mine ( 18+ ) side story -> abandoned side story -> pervert ( 18+ ) side story -> our pet ( 18+ )

saving a doberman chapter 03. -> drunk amnesia chapter 04. -> my angel side story -> learning side story -> corruption ( 18+ ) side story -> competition ( 18+) side story -> triggers

saving two tigers chapter 05. -> infiltration chapter 06. -> interviews chapter 07. -> crime scene chapter 08. -> black codes chapter 09. -> adapting to five hybrids side story -> treatment side story -> pampered side story -> frustration ( 18+ ) side story -> protagisnist side story -> bet ( 18+) side story -> matz show ( 18+ ) side story -> five hybrids

saving a wolf and a golden retriver chapter 10. -> trapping thieves chapter 11. -> week of hell side story -> therapy side story -> insatiable ( 18+ ) chapter 12. -> case closed chapter 13. -> beef or chicken side story -> outlier side story -> wet dreams ( 18+ ) side story -> kink unlocked ( 18+ ) side story -> switching roomates side story -> triggers prt.2

saving a bear chapter 14. -> new celebrity chapter 15. -> salem trials side story -> maknae side story -> apples ( 18+ ) side story -> dynamics chapter 16. -> eight hybrids chapter 17. -> finale

if you would like to be on the taglist please send an ask or comment under this post. If you message me there might be a chance I don't see if and if you ask on another post such as in one of the chapters it'll be hard to keep up with.

the taglist is closed im no longer taking any more tag requests, the tags are also gonna only be on the chapters to make updating the masterlist easier for me but those who are tagged don't worry

please don't be a silent reader !! reblog, comment, and like <3

#ateez #ateez x female reader #ateez circus #ateez x reader #ateez smut #ateez seonghwa #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa smut #ateez hongjoong #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong smut #ateez yunho #yunho x reader #yunho smut #ateez yeosang #yeosang x reader #yeosang smut #ateez san #san x reader #san smut #ateez wooyoung #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung smut #ateez mingi #mingi x reader #mingi smut #ateez jongho #jongho x reader #jongho smut

[jkabbi]

bewitched | 01

╰┈➤summary: Former neighbors turned lovers, your enchanting romance with Jungkook takes a magical turn. A spell to protect him shapes your past, and now, as a flower shop owner, an unexpected reunion brings buried secrets to light. Past and present collide in a captivating tale of love and mystery.

╰┈➤pairing: jungkook x reader (f)

╰┈➤genre: cf2l, fluff, angst, magic au

╰┈➤warnings: just cursing and salem being a menance. also, jungkook hot ass back

word count. 8.4k

╰┈➤note; hi! this is my first fanfic and i was very nervous about publishing it. i had this idea for a while and i need it to share it. the fic has some touches of my favorite series (sabrina the teenage witch) but the plot is different and the characters (apart from salem).

alsoo, english isn’t my first language so writing this was a challenge but i hope its okay ;)

and thats all, i really wish u enjoy it and please be nice, this is my first time and im scared😭😭

next.

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You consistently gravitated towards a wardrobe painted in familiar tones and patterns – greens, browns, blues, and yellows – with a penchant for clothing adorned by botanical or floral designs.

Yoongi used to make fun of you for it, although there was never a day that he didn't tell you that you looked good.

It was difficult to explain but your affinity for the colors could only be explained by your abilities.

Since you were little, you used to spend days in the sun in the grass, surrounded by trees and grasslands.

You loved playing with the butterflies that flew around or watching the birds that sang and flew freely. You used to talk to the fish that swam through the rivers or to the rabbits who hid in their burrows.

Your obsession with plants also did not diminish with the passage of time; Always worried that the flowers in your aunt's garden were well cared for—including the plants of other neighbors around—you used to water them, sing to them, and prune them.

Surely that obsession guided you to own your own flower shop.

You also used to have great pride in having so much knowledge of them, especially when you were a little girl, since you used to help the ladies in your neighborhood with their plants, giving them advice and tips to take care of them.

Especially one, who was your neighbor next door.

Mrs. Jeon was a pleasant woman, with pretty features and very affectionate towards you.

She was a housewife and had two children; Junghyung and Jungkook. Although you didn't interact much with them.

You still remembered the day the Jeons moved into the house next door.

It was summer and you were returning from your adventures in the forest near the neighborhood, where you talked to the small animals and encouraged green life to grow.

When you turned onto your street, you could see a large moving truck in the house next to yours. Curious, you arrived at your front yard and watched as the movers walked in and out of the house with furniture and boxes.

Before you could watch a family get out of a family car, your aunt Binna called you from the entrance to go take a shower for lunch.

Reluctantly, you left, not before taking a look back.

Years later and you still have the same feeling of warmth that you received every time you remembered the past.

“Why are you smiling at the shovel?”

That's where your memory lane ends. Behind you was Yoongi, who had a small philodendron in his arms.

“Why couldn't I smile at the shovel?” you retorted, leaving the shovel on the counter and sitting up.

Yoongi chuckled, shrugging casually. “I've always known you have a few screws loose. Feel free to continue charming the shovel.”

Mirroring his smile, you quipped, “Thanks for the endorsement, my esteemed companion. You'll be the honored guest at our shovel-themed wedding.”

Setting the plant by the large window, Yoongi fetched his water sprayer from his apron pocket. “I feel truly appreciated,” he replied, misting the green leaves.

From the spacious wooden counter, you opened your laptop, checking the latest email – an order for an outdoor wedding floral arrangement.

“We've got another order,” you informed from your seat.

“For what occasion?” Yoongi abandoned the sprayer, approaching curiously.

“A wedding,” you replied, studying the details.

“Another one?” Your friend leaned beside you.

You shifted for him to read the screen. “At least they're giving us four months," you nodded.

“And the payment is good,” you added. “Our end-of-year getaway might happen after all.”

Yoongi smiled beside you as you bounced with excitement. It might not be a lavish affair, but you cherished the yearly trip with Yoongi and his partner to a quiet seaside town.

A serene ambiance enveloped the place, with only a handful of individuals, and in winter, it turned into a magical haven.

(It was also a place full of magic, but that was a detail that you left hidden)

“Well, in any case, we should celebrate,” Yoongi stood up, heading towards the door to switch the sign from open to closed.

You stretched in your seat and agreed. “What's on the agenda for today? I was thinking of bringing some cakes from Jimin's favorite bakery for our movie night.”

“Oh, about that..." Yoongi hesitated, “Jimin texted me. He's inviting a friend from his college days to join us tonight. Is that okay? I mean, I know you're not a fan of meeting new people, and if you prefer, I can suggest postponing the gathering to tomorrow.”

Taking the broom, you looked at Yoongi affectionately. “It's fine, Yoongs. If he's Jimin's friend, I'm sure I'll get along with him.”

Worry etched Yoongi's expression. “Are you sure? I mean, in the hierarchy of friendships, you come first. Jimin could easily rearrange his plans for us tonight and meet his friend tomorrow.”

Giggling, you enjoyed seeing how much Yoongi cared. “Don't worry. I'm a big girl. I can handle Jimin's college buddies.”

Yoongi smiled in relief. “Alright, but do let me know if you feel uncomfortable or anything.”

“Okey dokey,”you said, raising your palm.

“Okey dokey,” Yoongi replied, giving you a high-five.

The relentless July sun bore down on your head.

Frustrated by the forgotten hat at home, you silently headed to the bakery.

After buying Jimin's favorite cakes —a mixture capable of putting you in a diabetic coma—you headed towards your friends' apartment, which was a few blocks away.

Your friends' neighborhood was your favorite place to visit.

It was a residential area, which was always in perfect condition.

Grand and expansive, the houses stood adorned with enchanting gardens—a sight that never failed to captivate you. Each residence was meticulously maintained, but it was a particular house that unfailingly left you in awe. A colonial masterpiece, it boasted a white facade adorned with vibrant red tiles. Cascading vines adorned the balcony, reaching down to the floor in a display of elegance. What truly set it apart was the magnificent garden, a vibrant canvas of fiery-hued flowers and exquisite sculptures. It spoke volumes about the refined taste of the person fortunate enough to call it home.

Having successfully banished any lingering awe, you reached the enchanting street where your friends resided. Courtesies exchanged with the concierge, you gracefully entered the awaiting elevator, confidently selecting the sixth floor with a soft chime resonating in the enclosed space.

Underneath your composed exterior, a subtle current of nervous anticipation flowed.

It wasn't a matter of feeling overwhelmed by strangers; rather, your unease stemmed from a lack of familiarity with personal social interactions, even though you navigated such dynamics daily in your professional life.

Your inclination leaned toward maintaining a small, close-knit circle of friends, an approach that steered you away from embracing new connections. However, the person you were about to encounter wasn't just a mere stranger but an integral figure in Jimin's life. You were steadfast in your resolve not to burden Jimin with the dilemma of choosing between friends, an ardent desire to avoid becoming a source of disappointment.

Driven by the profound aversion to letting down your friends, you made a conscious decision to present a facade of normalcy for the impending meeting. It was a commitment to navigate through the evening with an air of ease, recognizing that, in the grand tapestry of life, this was merely a single night – a challenge that, with resilience, you believed you could gracefully overcome.

As you reached the designated floor, you traversed the pristine, white hallway, and with a gentle knock, you announced your arrival at the penultimate door. After a brief pause, the door swung open, revealing Jimin's golden locks.

“____!” he exclaimed, “I'm thrilled you could make it!”

A wide smile graced your face. “It's wonderful to see you too. I brought some pastries.”

Jimin reciprocated the smile. “If I weren't gay, I'd definitely kiss you!”

Amused, you laughed and stepped into their apartment. The ambiance of Jimin and Yoongi's residence exuded a youthful yet elegant charm, reflecting both your best friend's personality and that of his partner.

“Come on, Yoongi is busy preparing some meat on the balcony,” the blonde guided you.

“Ah, you've made it,” Yoongi greeted. “I thought you'd be melting in this heat.”

You snorted, “Don't even mention it. I absorbed the last rays of the day's sun on my way here.”

“I offered to pick you up by car,” Yoongi scolded, brandishing his grill knife.

You playfully dismissed him with a wave of your hand. “I know, I know. But I didn't want to distract you, and besides, I enjoy the walk. It adds a magical touch to the whole experience.”

“You're unbelievably stubborn,” Yoongi teased.

To that, you simply shrugged your shoulders, embracing your determined nature.

“What's the heated discussion about?” Jimin interjected, holding a couple of beer cans.

“How intolerable this brat can be,” Yoongi grumbled.

Jimin chuckled, extending a can towards you. You graciously accepted, and the blonde headed to his boyfriend, delivering the other can.

“By the way, Yoongles mentioned you invited a friend from college,” you remarked.

Jimin settled beside you. “Oh, yes, I apologize for not informing you earlier. I know you're not a fan of mingling with strangers, but Yoongi assured me everything is fine.”

You nodded. “No need to worry; I'm perfectly fine with it.”

Jimin visibly relaxed. “Great! You don't have to stress about anything. My friend is not only nice but also incredibly funny.”

Smiling, you inquired, “Were you two very close friends?”

Jimin reclined in his chair, looking at you with evident happiness.

“The connection we shared was extraordinary. Despite his initial shyness, he gradually transformed into a popular figure. Sadly, we lost touch after graduating, and a year ago, he embarked on a global adventure. Now, he's back,” Jimin revealed, his eyes reflecting the depth of their friendship.

“That's truly wonderful. I've always dreamed of an extensive journey myself,” you shared.

Jimin nodded, disclosing, “I followed his captivating journey through his Instagram. His photography gained significant acclaim.”

“Photography, you say?” you inquired.

“Yes, even though his academic focus was in computer science,” Jimin explained, sipping his beer.

“That's remarkable. I'm genuinely happy to hear that his life has taken such a positive turn,” you remarked.

Jimin's emotions seemed to shift. “He's been through a lot, and witnessing his growth brings me immense joy.”

Before you could respond, the doorbell rang, prompting Jimin to leap up.

“It must be him!”

“He appears quite excited.” You noted, then turned to your friend, who was occupied with browning the meat.

“Yes, Jimin told me that his friend had a crisis and that's why he left for a year. Apparently he's a good guy and you know how Jimin is, too sensitive with those he loves.”

“Jimin has been an exceptional friend. I consider myself fortunate to have crossed paths with him,” you expressed sincerely.

A look of profound affection from Yoongi reinforced the warmth of the bond you shared with both of them.

“He's equally delighted to have you in his life, Bub,” Yoongi assured, a sentiment that brought a genuine smile to your face. In a life where you consciously kept your circle compact, the presence of Yoongi and Jimin proved to be the most precious and enriching.

In the midst of your conversation with Yoongi, the imminent return of Jimin momentarily slipped your mind. The air was filled with a blend of voices, among which Jimin's curiosity stood out.

“It's very quiet living here! Are you planning to look for something similar?” You heard Jimin’s voice.

However, the response was drowned out as the balcony door swung open with a resonant creak. Gathering mental fortitude, you adorned your best smile in anticipation.

“Hi, I’m…” you couldn't finish your sentence because you froze.

As you faltered in your attempt to introduce yourself, a sudden surge of paralysis gripped you, freezing your words on the precipice. The room hung suspended in a disconcerting silence, amplifying the tumult within. The boundary between jest and reality blurred, leaving you grappling with a maelstrom of emotions – the impulse to scream, the yearning to shed tears, and an inexplicable urge to escape. Your body, however, betrayed you, caught in a rigid state, joints locked, breath arrested, mirroring the stillness of your heart.

Swift to recognize your distress, Yoongi deftly intervened, redirecting the unfolding awkwardness.

“Hello! I'm Yoongi, Jimin's partner,” he declared, striding purposefully towards the newcomers. To diffuse the palpable tension, he continued, “And this is my best friend, ____,” punctuated by a subtle nod from you.

The newcomers responded with a tentative smile, their composure visibly unsettled. The girl, attuned to her boyfriend's wandering gaze on your figure, diplomatically interjected.

“Hello! I'm Jiwoo, Jungkook's fiancée,” she proclaimed with an air of gentle formality. The weight of the term "fiancée" lingered, resonating deeply in your thoughts.

Jeon Jungkook has a fiancée.

Jimin orchestrated the seating arrangement, placing them beside you. In this surreal juncture, Jungkook introduced himself, his voice an echoing remembrance from the past. Summoning the courage to meet his gaze for the first time since his arrival, you found your breath arrested by the sight of his face, an unsettling pause enveloping the room.

Standing before you was a man whose stature surpassed your recollection, a towering presence accentuated by his impressive height and robust frame. Cascading down his shoulders, his once-familiar dark hair now framed a countenance marked by the passage of time. The revelation of an intricate tapestry of tattoos adorning his arm became apparent, unveiled by the sleeves of his short black t-shirt.

Yet, it was the constancy of his gaze that struck the most profound chord within you. Despite the exchange of words with Jimin, his doe-eyed stare remained unwavering, anchoring your attention in an unsettling and unwelcome connection.

Overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, unable to endure another second in the shared space where their gazes lingered, you gracefully excused yourself. A swift retreat led you to the refuge of the bathroom, seeking solace within its walls as the echoes of their continued scrutiny lingered in your wake.

As your anxiety reached a fever pitch, its palpable effects reverberated in the environment. The handwash faucet, seemingly responding to your heightened state, unexpectedly opened by itself, and the bathroom window flapped vigorously, propelled by an unforeseen gust of wind.

With your heart pounding relentlessly in your chest, you managed to slide down the cool tiles of the bathroom wall, seeking solace on the floor. The overwhelming pressure pushed you into a state of vulnerability.

Recalling the advice from Aunt Yoon's lessons, you instinctively covered your ears with your hands and shut your eyes, resting your head on your knees. Familiar voices echoed in your mind, guiding you to find composure amid the storm of emotions.

In an attempt to regain control, you focused on slow, deliberate breaths. As you exhaled, you directed your attention to the bathroom light. With a graceful sweep of your hand, you extinguished its glow, enveloping yourself in complete darkness, except for the soft illumination seeping through the window.

Within this shadowed cocoon, you conjured a small halo of light with your hands, orchestrating its gentle movements. This newfound distraction allowed you to redirect your focus, creating intricate animal shapes within the luminous halo.

Gratitude welled up as the calming effects of this self-imposed light show permeated your senses, coaxing your pulse back to a more manageable rhythm. Amidst the mental whining for teleportation powers, a shadow beneath the door brought you back to reality.

A delicate knock followed, the sound reverberating through the bathroom.

“Are you okay, Bub?” It was Yoongi.

Contemplating your next move, you acknowledged the inevitability of leaving the bathroom sanctuary. With a sigh of resignation, you rose to your feet and opened the bathroom door, prepared to face the outside world once more.

In the clarity of the room, your friend's worried expression was evident.

“Yes,” you managed to respond, your voice carrying a subtle tremor.

Observing your condition, Yoongi's skepticism lingered, although he refrained from pressing the matter further.

“I don't feel very well. I suspect it was something I ate. Can you excuse me to Jimin and his guests? I don't want to appear rude,” you admitted, attempting to convey sincerity despite the weakness in your words.

Yoongi maintained a neutral expression, nodding in acknowledgment. “I'll go get my keys. Wait for me here.”

Your immediate protest burst forth, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “No! I'm sorry, but I believe it's better for me to go alone. It's not too late, and the fresh air might alleviate my discomfort.”

Raising his eyebrows, your friend expressed concern, “Are you sure you're okay? Should I take you to the hospital?”

Offering a reassuring thumbs-up, you dismissed the trembling in your hands. “Everything is fine; I just feel a little dizzy and tired.”

Before Yoongi could interject, Jimin's voice echoed from outside. “Go,” you urged tensely, “I'll be fine. Just excuse me from Jimin.”

A complex array of emotions played across your friend's face, showcasing his inner struggle. After a few contemplative seconds, he sighed. “Okay, go, but be careful. Let me know when you arrive, and if you feel unwell, don't hesitate to call.”

Embracing him briefly, you departed the apartment swiftly, propelled by a sense of urgency that matched the pace of your footsteps.

With a hasty nod to the doorman, you left the haven of your friends' neighborhood, exhaling a sigh of relief. Under the cloak of night, you found solace in the anonymity it granted, allowing a cathartic scream of frustration to escape into the open air.

Unmindful of the sidelong glances from passersby, you surrendered to the maelstrom of emotions within. The night became a silent confidant to your inner turmoil, and the unbridled tears mirrored the tempest of feelings that engulfed you.

Despite knowing you should control yourself, especially since today's forecast didn't include torrential rain, you ignored this. You didn't bother hiding your magic, which triggered a downpour the moment you left Jimin's apartment.

Facing the reality of your evasive tendencies, you couldn't deny the stark truth about your emotional susceptibilities, a trait often criticized by Aunt Yoon as a vulnerability. In your solitude, your tear-streaked face and swollen, reddened eyes painted a vivid portrait of vulnerability—a deviation from familial expectations. Yet, in this nocturnal moment, it was only the gaze of strangers that bore witness to your emotional upheaval.

As you reclined in the bathtub, contemplating the unexpected encounter with Jungkook, a whirlwind of emotions engulfed you. Surprisingly, Salem, your usually mischievous cat, lay perched on the bath chair, radiating an uncharacteristic air of understanding – a stark departure from his typical penchant for mockery.

It dawned on you that Salem was privy to the intricacies of your history with Jungkook, intimately aware of the emotions that resurfaced during the encounter. His unspoken support, though unexpected, held a unique depth, a testament to the unbreakable bond between you and your feline confidant.

With a deep sigh, you decided to share more details with Salem, letting your feelings spill out like water from a broken dam. “I never imagined he would come back into my life. Not after all this time,” you confessed, your voice tinged with vulnerability.

Salem listened intently, his green eyes reflecting a mixture of curiosity and sympathy. “Life has a funny way of surprising us,�� he mused, his tail swaying gently.

You nodded. “I just wish I could have been more composed when I saw him. Instead, I froze like a deer caught in headlights and ran away.”

The cat brushed against your arm, a gesture of reassurance. “It happens to the best of us. Emotions are messy, especially when it comes to matters of the heart.”

You couldn't argue with that. Jungkook's presence had stirred up a whirlwind of memories, both happy and painful. “I thought I had moved on,” you admitted, running your fingers through the water absentmindedly. “But seeing him again brought everything back.”

Salem, ever the sage advisor, offered his perspective. “Moving on doesn't mean forgetting. It means learning to live with the memories without letting them control you.”

His words resonated with you, providing a sliver of clarity amid the emotional turmoil. “I know, Salem. I need to face this too, even if it feels like reopening old wounds.”

“I'm surprised you accepted this so quickly,” your cat confessed.

You sighed slowly, playing with the soap bubbles.

“I have to, apparently Jimin adores Jungkook. That means I'll have to run into him at least one more time,” you growled.

Salem laughed, throwing his head back showing his white fangs.

“You talk like it's strange that Jungkook is charming to everyone.”

You gave him a knife-sharp look. “Of course I know Jungkook is charming. I knew it from the first moment I saw him”

Your cat looked at you mockingly “I see that your jealousy is still active.”

You threw water at him, making him hiss at you.

“Careful with this beautiful fur, human girl!” Salem looked at himself, looking for any part of his body that was wet.

“I'm not jealous,” you replied.

“Yeah, of course,” your cat replied sarcastically. “As if you didn't suffer a mental breakdown every time Jungkook went to tutor that Cheerleader that you didn't like.”

You got up offended, spilling some water that overflowed onto the floor.

“For the love of Satan! Stop throwing water on the ground!”

You giggled but with a snap, you dried the wet floor without much difficulty.

“Better?”

Salem sighed irritably, but let it go. He knew that you were still affected by the events that occurred a few hours ago.

“I'm sorry,” you looked at him with your bright eyes, on the verge of tears. “It's just that I missed him so much and seeing him there was like my soul returning to my body.”

Salem nodded, his cat-like eyes focused on your trembling countenance. “I understand, although you must also remember that it's not the boy's fault that he hasn't seen you for almost ten years.”

You screeched in frustration. “I know! That's why I'm mad at myself." You clenched your fists. “I'm not being fair, I know.”

In seconds, hot tears of helplessness fell from your eyes.

You had cried so much that you felt like you were running dry, although you preferred to cry naked in your bathtub with your talking cat as a witness than cry like a loser in the streets with the pouring rain.

Salem nudged your hand with his head, a gesture that felt oddly comforting. A small smile played on your lips.

“I appreciate having you around,” you whispered gently. “Despite our occasional squabbles that resemble sibling rivalry, I find joy in having you as a part of my life.”

You and Salem remained in the bathroom, a peculiar duo bound by a history that transcended the ordinary human-pet relationship. The atmosphere softened, and Salem, with a twitch of his tail, broke the silence.

“You know, for a human, you're not half bad,” Salem teased, his green eyes glinting mischievously.

Rolling your eyes, you retorted, “And for a cat, you're surprisingly sentimental.”

Salem nudged your hand playfully, “Only for you, _____. But don't let it go to your head.”

You chuckled, grateful for the levity he brought to the moment. “I won't. So, any plans on how to deal with the Jungkook situation?”

Salem feigned contemplation, his tail swaying side to side. “Well, we could start with not throwing water on the floor every time you're annoyed.”

You laughed, “Fair enough. I'll work on that.”

As you began to drain the bathtub, Salem leaped down, pacing around the bathroom like he owned the place. “Remember, we're in this together, Human. I'm not letting you face the Jungkook dilemma alone.”

With a smirk, you replied, “Good to know, Cat. Teammates, right?”

“Teammates,” he affirmed, and as you stepped out of the bathroom, you couldn't help but appreciate the unique bond you shared with your sassy feline friend. Little did you know, the challenges ahead would only strengthen the unspoken understanding between you and Salem, making your friendship an unexpected source of strength in the face of life's unpredictable twists.

Indulging in an emotional outpour in the midst of a torrential downpour probably wasn't the wisest choice, and now you found yourself grappling with the repercussions of that impulsive decision.

Pain reverberated through your skull like an explosive symphony, each beat an agonizing pulse. Swollen to the point of incapacity, your eyes resisted attempts to open, trapped in the clutches of the affliction tormenting your body. A relentless cough seized you, each convulsion intensifying the already distressing situation.

The warmth radiating from your skin forewarned of an impending fever, threatening to pull you into the abyss of its debilitating embrace at any given moment. As discomfort layered upon discomfort, your physical state became an intricate tapestry of misery, weaving together the threads of throbbing pain, swollen eyes, and an unrelenting cough.

The incessant playback of ABBA's melodic tunes only intensified the predicament. Feeling utterly disheartened and shrouded in darkness, you impulsively struck your nightstand, yearning to silence the persistently chirpy alarm – a feat that proved elusive.

“Salem!” you bellowed in frustration, confident your feline companion was alert. Typically, at this hour, Salem reveled in observing the morning skirmishes between your neighbors, perched contentedly by the window. After a brief pause, you sensed the delicate touch of small paws on the wooden floor, followed by a graceful leap.

“What happened to your face?” inquired your concerned cat, gracefully traversing the expanse of the bed. Emitting a weary sigh, you replied, “What do you think?!” dripping with ironic exasperation. “Could you kindly put an end to the ABBA serenade? It's throbbing in my head.”

“I thought you'd never ask. I was on the verge of contemplating a window escape,” Salem quipped and a welcome hush settled in as the music ceased, leaving behind a palpable tranquility.

“Your appearance is rather dire,” mused your cat. “I'll venture into Binna's ancient cookbook, see if there's a remedy for your congestion and eyes.” With that, your feline companion gracefully exited the room, leaving you alone with the weight of your thoughts.

A peculiar sensation enveloped you, a departure from the serene routine you cherished. Yesterday's surreal events disrupted your tranquility, plunging you into an unexpected maelstrom. As stress mounted, the realization dawned: today, opening the store was an improbable feat. You resigned yourself to the inevitable task of informing Yoongi about your illness.

Contemplating calling him, you hesitated, anticipating his inevitable arrival at your apartment. After leaving you to your own devices yesterday, the gravity of recent events ensured he wouldn't let another moment elapse without seeking an explanation. You understood the futility of avoiding the impending conversation; Yoongi's familiarity with you meant evasion was a futile endeavor.

The internal conflict intensified. While you sought to shield your secrets, not for your sake but for the safety of those around you, memories surfaced of the last time an unwitting innocent had stumbled upon your hidden truths. The stakes were higher, and the delicate balance between disclosure and protection hung in the uneasy silence of your apartment.

The internal turmoil dissipated with a knock on your front door, a sure sign that it was Yoongi. Despite your initial inclination to feign slumber and play ignorant, you dismissed the unfairness of such tactics. Struggling against your physical discomfort, you made your way to the door, relying on muscle memory to navigate the lock on the first attempt.

“Hello,” you greeted him, your voice laced with drowsiness. As the silence lingered, your anxiety mounted. “Tell me you're Yoongi and not a stranger.”

Assured by his familiar voice, you sighed in relief when Yoongi confirmed his identity. "It's me, Daisy,” he reassured, but concern etched his features. “What happened to you?! Do you need help?”

Before you could dismiss his offer, Yoongi's hands gently grasped your shoulders, guiding you back into the apartment. “You should have told me you were like this!” he exclaimed, a mix of frustration and worry evident in his tone. “Go to bed, let me prepare some herbal water and soup.”

Attempting nonchalance, you responded, “It's okay. Salem is taking care of it,” the words slipping out without much thought. Heading towards your room, you realized Yoongi wasn't following.

“What's going on?” you questioned.

“How is Salem going to take care of that?” Yoongi pressed, seeking clarification.

In a quick mental scramble, you conjured an excuse. “You know I like to joke about Salem being almost like a person,” you explained, hoping he would attribute your words to the haze of illness. Yoongi relaxed slightly, accepting the explanation. “Okay, let's go,” he agreed, unknowingly stepping into a web of secrets and feigned normalcy.

You found solace in the eccentricity of your speech and demeanor, knowing that Yoongi rarely took your statements seriously. “I guess this is about last night,” he remarked, momentarily halting your steps.

“Uh, yeah, about that…” you hesitated, reaching your unkempt bed where Yoongi dutifully set about fixing the disarrayed bedding, tenderly covering you.

“I'm sorry,” you murmured, opening your eyes just a sliver, the figure of your friend a bit blurred.

“Why?” he inquired, settling on the edge of the bed beside you.

“For being a lousy friend,” you confessed.

Yoongi chuckled. “Why do you think you're a lousy friend?”

A lingering silence enveloped the room as internal debate raged on. The decision to divulge or withhold weighed heavily on your mind, yet the fear of losing Yoongi eclipsed the burden of guilt.

“Last night,” you began, releasing a fraction of the truth.

“I can't say I don't care, but the truth is, I don't know what happened with you last night.”

Observing your uncertain expression, Yoongi placed his hand atop yours. “It's okay if you don't want to tell me, but if you need someone to share those things with, you know you have me.” His reassurance offered a comforting anchor in the tempest of secrets and unspoken words.

“It’s not that! It's just that…” you blurted out, grappling to organize your thoughts. “It's hard to tell you this.”

Yoongi's expression shifted to surprise. “Is it something bad? Although it hurts me a little to think that you can't tell me things.”

“No!” you blurted out again. “I mean, it's not a bad thing, but it is a secret—something I haven't shared with anyone. I can't leave you with that weight on your shoulders. I care about you deeply, and this is a very old personal issue of mine.”

Yoongi sighed, his touch on your hand offering a reassurance. “I understand that you have secrets and everything, but I need you to trust me. Whatever it is, I can handle it.”

Frustration welled up within you. You comprehended your friend's earnestness, and part of you yearned to unburden yourself, seeking refuge in his understanding like a vulnerable child. Yet, the weight of the secrets, particularly this one, loomed heavily.

“I trust you with my life,” you asserted firmly. “Don't ever think that I don't trust you. But this is delicate, and I don't want to put you in danger, okay? It's for your own good. I need you to understand.” Your hand found his, emphasizing the gravity of your words, seeking a connection that transcended spoken language in the complexity of shared trust and unspoken fears.

Yoongi's gaze lingered on the juncture where your hands met his. Your small, pale hands, adorned with various scars, each a testament to childhood mishaps, contrasting sharply with his own larger, slender fingers—resembling those of a pianist, unmarred by any blemish.

Having known you for about five years, Yoongi recalled his initial impression of you as a girl thrust into the adult world, seemingly vulnerable yet never to be underestimated. Physically unassuming, you harbored an indomitable strength within. Even on the brink of collapse, you seldom sought assistance, always striving to navigate challenges independently.

Your independence, strong will, and stubbornness were palpable, complemented by a warmth and genuine concern for your loved ones. Despite the tough exterior, Yoongi understood that you harbored a complex relationship with your family—a topic shrouded in silence, as if you had grown up in solitude.

Yoongi sighed, breaking the contemplative silence. “It's okay. I understand. But when you're ready, please tell me. Otherwise, I don't know how to help you, kiddo.” Despite your persistent self-reliance, he emphasized his commitment to ensuring your well-being.

The unspoken bond between you and Yoongi transcended mere friendship; it was a pact of mutual support, a promise that echoed in the intertwining of your hands—a connection that conveyed a shared understanding even in the face of undisclosed burdens.

Giving him a warm smile, you say, “I've got you, Yoongi. When the time's right, I'll spill all the beans. I Appreciate you rolling with the punches in my life and being the constant in all the chaos. You're my rock, Yoongi.”

A spark of anticipation ignites within you, and you can't help but feel a renewed sense of connection. You eagerly await the day when you can share your truths with Yoongi, not just because it's necessary, but because he's earned the right to know the intricacies of your heart. Until then, the unspoken bond between you two will continue to strengthen, paving the way for a future where your shared trust transcends the undisclosed burdens you carry.

The weight of the term "coward" bore down on you, a bitter truth you grappled with. In refusing your friends' invitations, you felt the sting of guilt, recognizing the unfairness of your actions. Yet, each declination seemed like a desperate attempt to shield them from the mysterious reality you were living.

Deep down, you were keenly aware that Yoongi harbored suspicions about your enigmatic secret and your reluctance to join gatherings since Jungkook's return. But so far, he chose to maintain a respectful silence, understanding the complexity of your situation. You knew that inevitably, you would have to face them or reveal the truth, a daunting prospect that loomed on the horizon of your clandestine reality.

Lost in contemplation, you found solace in the transformative touch of your magic on a calla lily's withered leaves. The visual metamorphosis from faded yellow to vivid green offered a momentary escape from the turmoil within.

The idea of visiting a neglected park to tend to the forsaken plants flickered in your thoughts. However, your recent weeks had dwindled into a mundane routine—shuttling between your apartment and work with little room for spontaneity.

Salem, your feline confidant, dismissed your cautious approach, deeming you a “scared chicken.” Yet, Salem wasn't navigating the unpredictable streets, fearing an accidental reunion with a former love entwined with his fiancée.

Seeking refuge in the familiar, your nights were painted with Gilmore Girls marathons, a shared ritual with Salem. In this routine, you found a fragment of normalcy, although Salem's affinity for reality shows, particularly the extravagantly dramatic ones, wasn't lost on you—typical of a devoted Jersey Shore fan.

On one of those nights, there you were, clad in bunny pajamas and cocooned beneath a soft, pink blanket. Salem, your feline companion, lounged nearby, sporting cucumbers over his eyes as he reclined in an armchair atop a plush pillow.

“I don't understand why Rory makes such a big deal about being with that cute boy,” Salem remarked, his feline skepticism directed at the TV screen.

You sighed, your attention captivated by the unfolding drama on the television. “Well, Rory is classified as a good girl, and he's a bad boy, as they say,” you attempted to rationalize the protagonist's actions.

Salem sighed dramatically, almost dislodging one of the cucumbers from his eyes. “These children today with their labels. That's not a bad boy! Having a bad personality and doing unexpected things is not being bad. In my human era, I used to set houses on fire for fun.”

You couldn't help but glance at your cat, suppressing a laugh. “Salem, the difference is that he simply behaves badly socially. You, on the other hand, wanted to dominate the world.”

Offended, Salem shifted, grabbing a corn cap and defiantly placing it in his mouth. “What's wrong with wanting to take over the world? I was honestly doing all you vapid humans a favor.”

You sighed, fully aware that attempting to alter your cat's worldview was a futile endeavor. Despite his occasional moral quirks, his loyalty to you remained unwavering, even if his ethical compass was a bit unconventional.

Salem chimed in, dismissing the idea of Rory choosing her boyfriend over the 'bad boy.' “Anyway, she'd be stupid to choose her idiot boyfriend over the 'bad boy,'” Salem quipped, offering his feline commentary on the TV drama.

Casually grabbing a handful of popcorn, you nodded in agreement. “I can't deny that. Jess is very charming.”

Salem burst into laughter. “You always fall for the character like him,” he teased, capturing the essence of your penchant for captivating personalities.

You shrugged, acknowledging Salem's astute observation. Personality, indeed, held considerable weight in your assessments. However, a somber undertone enveloped the room as your cat uttered, “Although Jungkook was a different story.”

Salem, quick to rectify any potential discomfort, clarified, “I mean, Jungkook wasn't a bad boy, but he was very charming.”

A bittersweet smile played on your lips. Salem's words rang true – Jungkook was undeniably charming. In fact, “charming” had been his nickname during your past relationship. His allure extended beyond his striking physical features to his dark, captivating eyes. Yet, it was his multifaceted personality that truly distinguished him. Jungkook, a gentleman and a hopeless romantic, possessed a charisma that left an indelible mark.

However, the charm didn't diminish his playful side – a penchant for competition and teasing that brought both joy and occasional exasperation. The memories of those moments played like a silent film, evoking a mix of nostalgia and the inevitable ache that accompanied thoughts of Jungkook.

Your talking cat, astutely perceiving the direction of your thoughts, chose to intervene. “It's late. My dream of beauty awaits me,” he declared, nonchalantly removing the cucumbers from his eyes, as if signaling the end of his entertainment.

You absentmindedly nodded in response. “Hey brat, you should go to sleep. Your dark circles are getting worse every day,” your cat stated, taking a few steps into his designated space.

As always, your cat's acerbic comments carried an underlying truth. Your dark circles, silent witnesses to your restless nights, had indeed become more pronounced. It wasn't that you were resistant to the idea of sleep; it was just that ever since the unexpected encounter with Jungkook, restful slumber had eluded you. Moreover, an inexplicable fatigue had settled into your bones, leaving your body more exhausted than usual.

The nightly escapades with Gilmore Girls and Salem's company, while comforting, couldn't completely mask the deeper anxieties that lingered beneath the surface. As you stood on the precipice between wakefulness and dreams, the echoes of the past and the uncertainties of the present converged, casting shadows that manifested as visible signs on your weary face.

Yoongi had mentioned his and Jimin's trip to his parents' house, but it only fully registered today when he sent a message reminding you that, for the day, you would be the sole occupant of the store.

Luckily, you were already en route, having woken up ahead of the alarm. Mornings held a special allure for you, a time when the world seemed brimming with possibilities. The birds serenaded from the trees, the plants stirred to life, eager for a morning sunbath, and people bustled about, preparing for their day.

Fortune favored you, as the day unfolded with a surprising calmness, sparing you from a hectic workload. Capitalizing on the tranquil atmosphere, you decided to close up shop early and head home, intending to invite your cat for a leisurely outing.

Salem, seemed overjoyed at the prospect, his daily entertainment having temporarily moved away—the neighbors next door.

You adorned yourself in a thin dress adorned with vibrant flower patterns, the perfect attire for basking in the sunny day. A diligent application of sunscreen followed, a necessary precaution for your sensitive skin.

However, Salem's animal instincts prevented him from roaming freely without a leash. Although not a conventional cat, his unpredictable nature necessitated a careful approach. As you prepared to take him out, the anticipation of a sunlit excursion filled the air, promising a serene interlude amidst the routine of your day.

“Do you prefer that we go to the park near the center or the one near this sector?” you inquired, capitalizing on the deserted streets to engage in a conversation with Salem.

Salem's tail swayed as he noticed bugs fluttering near some flowers. “Let's go to the one close to your friends' neighborhood. Let's take advantage of the fact that they're not in the city,” he responded absentmindedly.

Enthusiastically, you and your cat set off in that direction. The park near your friends' neighborhood held a special charm—beautiful, serene, and known for its delightful ice cream offerings.

Upon arrival, you witnessed the expansive park filled with families enjoying their leisure time. Opting to settle near the pet-friendly area, you and Salem joined the ranks of others with the same intention.

As you observed, puppies frolicked joyfully, engaging in playful antics, while cats gracefully navigated their designated climbing structures. Salem, for once, seemed poised for a predator's pursuit, his back raised and gaze fixed intently on the grass.

Seating yourself, you embraced the idyllic scene, the carefree interactions of pets mirroring the leisurely afternoon unfolding around you.

After a delightful stint at the pet-friendly section, you suggested to Salem that it was time for ice cream—an idea that sparked shared excitement. The ice cream stand in this park had a well-deserved reputation for its delightful treats.

As you traversed the park toward the exercise area, the ice cream cart came into view, attended by an elderly gentleman exuding warmth. “Hello,” you greeted. “Can you give me two ice cream cones, please?” You opted for the classic strawberry and vanilla combination, while Salem subtly indicated—keeping it hush-hush from the vendor—his preference for chocolate and cookie flavor.

Equipped with your chosen delights, both of you sought refuge from the heat under the shade in the nearby area.

“There are quite a few humans exercising,” Salem observed between licks of his ice cream, which you held out for him.

You nodded, your mouth occupied with the delectable treat. In the vicinity, exercise platforms hosted several people, likely part of a group that gathered for communal workouts. The gusty afternoon wind played its part, occasionally obstructing your view as you contended with strands of hair billowing into your face.

Amidst bites of ice cream and the distant hum of exercise enthusiasts, you and Salem reveled in the simple joy of a sunlit day, punctuated by the sweet indulgence of shared treats.

The tranquility surrounding you shattered abruptly when Salem, positioned next to you, nearly dropped his ice cream. “What happened to you?” you inquired in surprise, brushing strands of hair out of your face.

As your vision cleared, you observed your cat, seemingly paralyzed by something in his line of sight. Following his gaze, you discovered the source of his astonishment—a muscular figure executing pull-ups on some bars. However, your fortune took a turn for the worse as you recognized the specimen to be none other than Jungkook.

His sweaty back adhered to a tight black t-shirt, elevating the temperature on your cheeks. While you had always been aware of Jungkook's well-maintained physique, your mental image had been anchored in his teenage years, not this embodiment of masculinity.

“Damn,” you and Salem echoed simultaneously. As you continued to gawk, your grip faltered, leading to the unfortunate demise of your ice cream. Yet, your attention remained captivated by the man before you.

An involuntary reaction stirred between your legs—a sensation dormant for far too long. However, the enchantment was abruptly disrupted by the barking of a large dog nearby. Panic set in; you were with Salem, and despite his mischievous tendencies in his golden age, he remained a cat.

Swiftly scooping up your feline companion, you used your magic to clean the fallen ice cream with a single hand.

In a near sprint, you attempted to escape the scene swiftly, but your efforts were thwarted as the same barking dog bolted towards you at full speed. Closing your eyes in fear, you clutched Salem tightly to your chest, shielding him from potential harm.

“Fuckin-!” Salem's protest was muffled as you squeezed him even tighter. Panicking, you beseeched the approaching dog, “Oh, cute little dog! Good dog! Don't eat my cat, please!”

To your relief, instead of feeling sharp teeth, the dog leaped onto you, licking you eagerly and wagging its tail with unbridled joy. As you cautiously opened your eyes, you found the little dog gazing at you happily, devoid of any malevolent intentions.

Before you could identify the source of the new voice, the dog leapt off you. “I'm sorry! I promise he doesn't have any bad intentions; he's just very playful!” the owner explained.

“Don't worry…” you began, only to be interrupted as you locked eyes with your unexpected savior. “Oh, it's you!” Jungkook exclaimed with unusual excitement.

Struggling to respond, you found yourself once again speechless in his presence. Jungkook, unaware of your rigid demeanor, continued, “Sorry about my dog! He's still a puppy and tends to be playful.”

Feeling claws digging into your stomach, you silently cursed Salem. As Jungkook spoke, you attempted to break free from your frozen state. “Hi, um... sorry, it must be because of my cat.” You finally managed to speak, avoiding direct eye contact. “Don't worry, I did notice.”

Jungkook's smile was blindingly bright, leaving you momentarily stunned. “He's cute,” he remarked, pointing to your chest where Salem was concealed.

Suppressing a laugh at the irony, you agreed, “Yes, although he's not much of a dog lover.” You gestured towards Bam, who was curiously sniffing around “He’s cute too”

“He is. Although his size can be intimidating,” Jungkook commented with a smile.

Unable to resist, you inadvertently mirrored his smile. “How old is he?” you inquired, curiosity piqued. Bam, a Doberman with a sleek, dark coat, stood at a height reaching up to your belly. He exuded an air of elegance and grace.

Jungkook's response drew an astonished gasp from you, “Almost seven months. I know, it's the same reaction every time I mention his age.”

A laugh bubbled from you as you adjusted Salem, his curious little head popping up from your arm. “Hello, little friend,” Jungkook greeted your feline companion warmly, fostering a comforting warmth within you.

You introduced Salem, playfully mentioning, “Unlike Bam, let's say he's not very young”.

It wasn't exactly a lie – you had known Salem since you were a baby, and according to your aunts, Salem had been a cat for quite a long time.

Jungkook extended his tattooed hand towards you, curiosity dancing in his doe-like eyes. “Can I pet him?” The sudden closeness caught you off guard, but you managed to reply, “Sure. He's not aggressive.”

Jungkook's gentle strokes on your cat's dark fur left Salem completely enchanted, purring happily in your arms. “Apparently, he likes affection,” Jungkook observed, his eyes locking onto yours.

You smiled shyly, your pulse quickening. “No. He only likes you,” you shared, attempting to bring a lightness to the situation. “He doesn't like people very much. Hopefully, he can put up with Yoongi.”

Jungkook grinned at your words, and before temptation could take hold, you squeezed your cat and smoothed down your dress. “I think it's time to go,” you said casually, concealing any nervousness. “It was nice seeing you.”

Surprisingly, Jungkook seemed momentarily taken aback by your swift departure. “Oh sure!” His cheerful tone dimmed slightly. “I'm sorry about what happened with Bam. I hope you had a good afternoon.”

You nodded shyly, uncertain if another encounter with the sweaty yet undoubtedly attractive Jungkook would be good for your heart.

“Well, I guess I'll see you on Wednesday?” he suggested, subtly trying to delay your departure.

“On Wednesday?” you asked with a feigned innocence.

Jungkook chuckled. “I guess Yoongi hasn't told you yet. We're having a barbecue with friends to celebrate my return to the country. It's at my friend's house where I'm staying, just a few minutes from here.” He shared this with a shy smile, “You're invited; I hope you can make it.”

Despite the initial inclination to decline, Jungkook's charm left you powerless to resist his hopeful gaze. “Okay,” you agreed after a moment, pulling your gaze away from his eyes to survey the surroundings. “I'll see if I can come.”

Jungkook's smile persisted, seemingly undeterred by your attempt at resistance. “I'll look forward to it. It's going to be a blast.”

You chuckled nervously, “Don't set your expectations too high.”

Jungkook, still smiling, leaned in slightly and said, “Hey, it's going to be a fun time on Wednesday. Good food, good vibes. You gotta be there!”

You chuckled, “I'll think about it. Can't promise anything, though.”

Jungkook, with a playful grin, countered, “Come on, live a little. We didn't meet properly last time, but I think we'll get along. I already like your vibe, and I can see that Jimin and Yoongi adore you”

You raised an eyebrow, “My vibe, huh? Well, we'll see. No guarantees, though.”

Jungkook, keeping it light, gave a casual shrug, “Cool. Wednesday it is, then?”

Despite your initial resistance, Jungkook's carefree demeanor and magnetic aura prove to be a formidable combination. Succumbing to the easy flow of conversation and the genuine warmth he exudes, you find yourself nodding in agreement. “Sure, Wednesday it is,” you reply, trying to downplay the subtle thrill that creeps into your tone.

Jungkook's smile widens, a playful glint in his eyes. “Awesome! Can't wait to hang out. It's going to be a good time, I promise.”

Internally shaking your head at your unexpected change of heart, you shoot back, “Don't get too excited! I'm just there for the food.”

As you walked away, the realization dawned upon you – you were in deep trouble. The echoes of Jungkook's laughter lingered in your mind, and the casual commitment to a Wednesday gathering now felt like the first step into a maze of unpredictable emotions. Somehow, in that lighthearted exchange, you couldn't shake off the feeling that the road you were on might lead to a place where your carefully constructed emotional boundaries would be tested.

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[newsfrom-theworld]

30/01/24

Today's breaking news:

•The St. Thomas Hospital in London is lit up with images calling for British citizens to demand a ceasefire and to save the children of Gaza.

•The Isr@eli occupation forces destroyed properties and infrastructure whilst raiding Tulkarm refugee camp.

•An Isr@eli special forces unit executed three Palestinians inside Ebin Cena hospital in Jenin.

•Gunfire exchange with the occupation forces in Jenin city.

•The Isr@eli occupation forces hand over the bodies of around 100 Palestinians through Karam Abu Salem military crossing with Gaza.

•A video published by Isr@eli media shows dozens of Palestinians detained by the occupation forces in Gaza.

•Two Palestinian girls were injured by the ongoing air strikes in Gaza city.

•Ongoing Isr@eli air strikes on Khan Younis city.

•Heavy gunfire exchange in Al Remal neighborhood in Gaza city.

•The Palestine Red Crescent teams transported 16 martyrs, including women and children, due to the occupation’s targeting of a house in the city of Deir al-Balah, central Gaza.

•Nine Palestinians were killed by an Isr@eli air strike that targeted a home in Deir Al Balah, central Gaza.

•Isr@eli soldiers at a checkpoint taunt Palestinian women and children as they evacuate to southern Gaza.

And always

Free Palestine

#free palestine #palestine #pro palestine #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #boycott israel #boycott starbucks #boycott disney #gaza #boycott mcdonalds #news from the world #gaza genocide #ceasefire #fuck colonialism #fuck genocide #fuck israel #fuck zionism

[workersolidarity]

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💥ISLAMIC RESISTANCE IN IRAQ ATTACKS AMERICAN MQ9 REAPER DRONE IN IRAQI AIRSPACE💥

The Islamic Resistance in Iraq announced a strike targeting an American MQ9 Reaper drone over the skies of Iraq on Thursday, at the same time the Iraqi Parliament has restated its commitment to removing US occupation forces from the Middle Eastern country.

The Iraqi Resistance said it targeted an American-made General Dynamics MQ9 Reaper drone which took off from Ali al-Salem military base in Kuwait as it flew over the Diyala Governate in northeastern Iraq.

The Iraqi Resistance said the strikes were "in defense of the sovereignty of our country and its airspace violated by the aircraft of the [American] occupation forces."

"Yesterday, Thursday 18/01/24 at 18:45 hours [local time], the Mujahideen targeted an MQ9 drone belonging to the American occupation in the sky, Diyala Governate, with appropriate weapons, was coming from Ali al-Salem base in Kuwait," the statement added.

#source

@WorkerSolidarityNews

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[lghtyear]

⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾       …     ‘    requested by @baekjeongu :         still accepting !    ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾

freedom was so sweet now that he'd known the alternative . sure , he'd enjoyed the delights of a club before , but now ? lights were dazzling , music heavenly . how he'd missed the thrills of darkened walls . man practically waltzes over to the bar , leaning against sticky surface with a rather wide grin . " i'll take whatever's strong and sweet . "

#baekjeongu #baekjeongu [ salem ] thread 01. #⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾ . . . ‘ in relation to: salem saberhagen. ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾ #idk what this is but #tada ig

[jacensolodjo]

Jacen Recs Fallout 4 PC Mods

Found on either Nexus Mods or Bethesda's Mod Page. Many mods can be found on both sites but I'm only linking to the place I got mine from. One important caveat, kiddies: some mods require you to have Nuka World and Far Harbor installed at the very least.

Locations

(All should be relatively compatible with each other. May need to download compatibility patches.)

The Beantown Interiors Project Adds numerous locations throughout the Commonwealth where you previously could not enter. Also adds places in Nuka World and Far Harbor.

South of the Sea and Its Optimization+Compatibility Mod Adds a bunch more locations and such to a relatively empty area of the map. The description says 65+ locations of varying sizes so a relatively large mod

Lexington Interiors What it says on the tin, more locations in Lexington (approximately 28)

Crowded Commonwealth Adds ~11 new locations to the game

Inside Jobs Adds locations throughout the Commonwealth, Far Harbor, and Nuka World. Also requires Automatron. (Be aware of a small conflict with Tales from the Commonwealth for the Malden Medical Office. You can still access it with both mods installed it just takes finicky clicking.)

Atomic World Adds a good number of locations throughout the Commonwealth including whole cities. Note that the navmeshing is kinda weird so companions may have trouble following you in these mod-added locations

Plenty o' Exploration ~18 new locations, interiors and full buildings, throughout the Commonwealth

Salem Expanded What it says on the tin, adds locations (~28) from the road leading into Salem and Salem itself.

Locations + Gameplay

(See above caveat)

Tales from the Commonwealth A large mod that adds locations, quests, and numerous NPCs. Some of those NPCs are romanceable such as my favorite, Birdie, an anxiety ridden Asian sniper. His comments on various locations and quests are some of my favorites

Tales from the Commonwealth's DLC Patch Needed for mod companions to comment on the DLC's locations and quests. Birdie's personal quest requires the DLCs for using DLC assets.

America Rising: A Tale of the Enclave A fully voiced mod on the level of a DLC. Locations, characters, quests. Includes new companions as well as a new player home. Be aware it will make you choose between the Enclave and the Brotherhood of Steel as canon-wise they aren't friends at all.

Barrenwood A whole new island world space with numerous locations and quests connected to it, with fully voiced NPCs. It has two settlement locations that you can connect to the base, vanilla game.

Radio

(All either add stations or songs)

Old World Radio Boston compatible with the other mods below. Also adds settlement items such as flags and radios. Not just music but also radio shows like the game's Silver Shroud station.

Elvani's Track Pack best used with the below. Adds 36 lore-friendly songs to Diamond City Radio. See page for list.

More Where That Came From Diamond City Radio see above. Adds 111 lore-friendly songs to DCR.

Atomic Radio Pairs well with Tales from the Commonwealth and there is even a combo mod. Like Old World Radio, it adds its own standalone station that includes lore-friendly ads for lore items such as Sugar Bombs. Contains radio shows similar to the Silver Shroud and PSAs in the vein of after school specials (such as puberty), and commercials for things like Grognak the Barbarian.

Armor

Armorsmith Extended What it says on the tin. Works best when combined with the below but not needed. In fact some versions will leave concealed armor unneeded.

Concealed Armor what it says on the tin, hide armor so you can see the clothes underneath such as in the below mod Eli's Armour Compendium

Armor and Weapons Keywords Community Resource (must be used in conjunction with above)

Strength of a Nation puts Ukraine colors on power armor (T45, 51, 60, and X-01) which gives a perk when all pieces are painted, as well as the quote "I need ammunition not a ride" as said by President Voldymyr Zelenskyy on the chest piece of your chosen PA, and adds the Ukr national anthem to the radio (classical music station so may take a while to actually hear it).

Eli's Armour Compendium customizable clothes and armor as well as a location in-game near Diamond City

Old World Camouflage what it says on the tin

Sadly only for Xbone, but I might as well mention Clone Armory.

Weapons

(All should be relatively compatible w/ each other. YMMV. Yes I do like having a good pool of weapons to choose from so this is my biggest category next to the locations mods. Some have unique variants you can find. Others can only be found at vendors instead of in enemy loot lists. I tried to list how to find them/where to buy the modded weapons. Many are moddable/customizable with things such as scopes and the like.)

Mosin Nagant and a couple Unique Variants mod (requires the base Mosin Nagant mod and match scripted vs. non-scripted). Says it starts to spawn at lvl 25 but I found one before level 10 (likely a 'bug'). BUT, if you get the unique variants add-on mod, you can pick them up as soon as you leave your starting area of choice.

SVT-40 WW2-era weapon used in famous battles like Stalingrad. A renowned Nazi killing weapon along with the Mosin Nagant (see above). Spawns on Gunners/vendors at lvl 16, the bayonet alone at lvl 10. Or find the 2 variants. See page for locations.

Service Rifle Based on the weapon from Fallout New Vegas which is based on the M16. Loot list at lvl 10, vendors, or find unique variants with a quest beginning at lvl 25.

Modern Firearms Tactical Edition What it says on the tin, adds modern day weapons from SMGs to Sniper Rifles. For a list of all available weapons, click here. You can find them on enemies as soon as you leave the vault (or equivalent starting location if you use a start-up mod)

M1 Garand Loot list Gunners and/or vendors at lvl 17, the bayonet by itself lvl 13, or find the legendary variants as soon as you leave your starting location. Can also spawn in using the console. See the page for instructions.

See Through Scopes what it says on the tin. See thru those damn scopes. Customize the magnification and scope reticle.

Star Wars Mandalorian Amban Rifle OP as hell but that's okay because the Amban Rifle is OP as hell in the show. Can only be crafted in the chem lab, which you can find in Sanctuary and thus have an OP weapon relatively quickly.

Aquila Laser Rifle slightly OP totally customizable laser rifle. Find east of Boston Mayoral Shelter (beware of strong enemies). Or spawn in using the console. See page for details.

Spetsnaz Rifle based on AS VAL and VSS Vintorez. Found on Gunners, sold by vendors with no level requirement, or use the console. See the page for details on the last option.

Sturmgewehr STG-44 WW2-era weapon used in many an FPS. Find one at the Museum of Witchcraft near Major Jefferies' body in Salem or at Gunner Plaza on Captain Wes. Also found in loot lists and vendors rarely. Can spawn in using console. See page for details.

HK G11 "Kraut Space Magic" this gun is directly from Fallout lore. It's a gun that can be found in Fallout 2. The name refers to how it fires, which is considered a clockwork kinda bizarre thing. Starting at lvl 15 you can start quests to gain the weapon. Requires skill check 6str, 7per, 8char.

M1928A1 Tommy Gun aka the gun made famous by gangsters throughout Hollywood and a weapon held by one of the Vault Boy bobbleheads yet mysteriously not in the games since FO2. Found on Triggermen starting lvl 12, other enemies such as Gunners at lvl 20. Or find uniques as soon as you leave your starting location. See page for locations.

Character Creation

Lots More Male Hairstyles/Lots More Beards and Moustaches what it says on the tin

Fast Start New Game skip past the pre-war part

WX Hair Colors makes the hair colors look more natural especially the browner ones

LooksMenu better Chargen

Misc

Weightless Junk and Other Items no, really, verbatim title. And does what it says: weightless junk and other items (such as meds)

Unofficial Fallout 4 Patch What it says on the tin

Everyone's Best Friend Allows for Dogmeat+Another Companion

K-9 Harness gives armor and extra carrying capacity to Dogmeat

Rich Merchants stop going from merchant to merchant to offload your loot

Improved Map with Visible Roads What it says on the tin. Cleans up the Pip-Boy map to look a lot better. Works on Far Harbor's map, as well. Corrects placement for some locations as well.

Settlement Things

Mandalorian Flag A black and red mythosaur skull flag. Only one version: wall hang

Looks Mirror adds a mirror to be crafted that will bring up the looks menu for free

Ukraine Flag adds multiple versions of the Ukr flag. One that hangs on a wall, one that is in a flag stand, one on a pole that sits still, and one on a pole that is animated to look like it's blowing in the wind. Besides the wall flag, the others are invisible in the workshop list but just keep scrolling to see previews I promise the mod isn't broken or whatever lol

#jacen recs #long post #fallout 4

[hollowed-hallowed]

Bonnie Bennett Witchy Week

October 28th - November 4th

Two sets of prompts for inspiration!

THEMES

This event is focusing on two themes to celebrate Bonnie Bennett and the season - remembrance and horror. There are two prompt lists, one list for those who would like to explore the Bennett family and their origins, and another list for those who enjoy the things that go bump in the night. Feel free to mix and match. Or write with your own creative ideas! All prompts are for inspiration, entirely optional, and not mandatory to follow.

As always, crossovers, polyamory, and LGBTQ+ works are welcome!

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RULES

All creative media is welcome! Fanvids, gif sets, fanfic, etc.

I'll be reblogging folks work until the end of December for this event, so if you're late, no worries, still drop what you have when you can as I know life is hectic.

Please tag appropriately, even if you are stating you wish not to tag. (This applies mostly to fic writers.)

Use the #bbwitchyweek2022 so others can see your work, and tag me @/hollowed-hallowed and/or @/bbtvducollection so I can reblog your creations.

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SINISTER PROMPTS

Day 1 | OCT 28: Beast; Apocalypse

Day 2 | OCT 29: Dark Magic; Sacrifice

Day 3 | OCT 30: Zombies; Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Day 4 | OCT 31: The Fae; Halloween

Day 5 | NOV 01: Ghosts; Body Swap

Day 6 | NOV 02: Shadows & Shades; Final Girl

Day 7 | NOV 03: Demons; Cabin in the Woods

Day 8 | NOV 04: Eldritch Monsters; Moral Ambiguity

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FAMILY PROMPTS

Day 1 |OCT 28: Qetsiyah; Bennett Coven Origins

Day 2 | OCT 29: Ayana; Bennett Coven Abilities

Day 3 | OCT 30: Beatrice; Bennett Coven in Salem

Day 4 | OCT 31: Emily; Bennett Coven in Mystic Falls

Day 5 | NOV 01: Sheila; Bennett Coven in NOLA

Day 6 | NOV 02: Abby; Bennett Goddesses

Day 7 | NOV 03: Lucy; Bennett Supremacy

Day 8 | NOV 04: Bonnie's Children; Bennett Crossovers

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If you have any questions, feel free to send me an ask, message me, or reply to this post. May autumn (or spring, depending on where you are in the world) bring you kindness.

#bbwitchyweek2022 #bonnie bennett #tvdu #the vampire diaries #the bennett coven #long post #bonnie bennett events

[nightingaleyes]

Motherland: Fort Salem - Say the Words 01 x 01

Tally Craven and Sarah Alder first “meeting”

#talder #motherland fort salem #mft #sarah alder #tally craven #tally x alder #my first attempt at a gifset #lol it kinda sucks #i just want photoshop so i can make things pretty

[legosloth16]

Lego Disney Hocus Pocus: The Sanderson Sisters' Cottage 21341

•£199.99/$229.99

• release date 04/07/23, VIP early access 01/07/23

•”A spellbinding tribute to a Halloween classic”

“Revisit Salem and the world of the Sanderson sisters with LEGO® Ideas Disney Hocus Pocus: The Sanderson Sisters' Cottage. This fan-inspired set is boiling over with nostalgic details from the 1993 Disney film, Hocus Pocus.”

•”Six characters and a magical cat!Winifred Sanderson, Sarah Sanderson, Mary Sanderson, Max Dennison, Dani Dennison, Allison Watts, Thackery Binx”

•”Visit the graveyard where the action takes place”

•”Tour the museum and don't touch the book!”

•”Stir the cauldron and cook up a spell”

•”Discover the sisters' cosy cottage décor”

link to the official website: https://www.lego.com/en-gb/product/disney-hocus-pocus-the-sanderson-sisters-cottage-21341

#hocus pocus #lego #lego hocus pocus #lego ideas

[sheongallery]

HaeWon Lookbook - DICE Outfit #1

CC LIST - HaeWon NMIXX Lookbook

CC - HAIR

Hair - @nightcrawler-sims

Bang (Sintiklia Mermaid)(Not found) - @blahberry-pancake

CC - CLOTHES

Dress - @marilyly22

Boots (Platform Heel Boots 01) - @jius-sims

CC - ACCESSORIES

Necklace - @/salem

#ts4 cc lookbook #kpop sims 4 #ts4 #ts4cc #sims kpop #ts4clothes #kpop lookbook #ts4 lookbook #kpop sims #ts4 cas #ts4 kpop #the sims 4 cc #the sims cc #the sims 4 #sim model #my sims #sims 4 #kpop cc #kpop #nimxx #haewon #haewon nmixx #nmixx haewon

[escolinhadosbruxos]

❛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓, 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋, 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐄'𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄, 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆. ❜

Em meio aos constantes ataques provocados pelo exército da rainha do Sul, os reinos do Norte resolveram formar uma coligação, interessados em não perderem o seu próprio território, e entendendo que precisavam treinar novos combatentes para transformá-los em verdadeiras armas de destruição em massa para uma guerra que teria seu ápice em breve. Assim, depois de inúmeras reuniões de conselhos, eles resolveram criar a Fort Salem, uma escola preparatória e centro de treinamento com o objetivo de formar os melhores bruxos para lutarem por seus reinos, assim como guerreiros de famílias nobres para liderá-los como especialistas. Os resultados foram claros — nos últimos anos, com derrotas e vitórias, o Norte se mantinha de pé. Por enquanto.

# CENTRAL ABERTA PARA LEITURA ...

reservas e fichas vão ser recebidas a partir das 20h do dia 01/03.

#rp br #rpg brasil #rpg br #rp brasil

[astarab1aze]

➥ Hedonistic Vampire

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

01. Faceclaim. Ferid Bathory   [ Seraph of the End ] 04. Voice Claim. TBD

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

01. Name. Vayn Morteatum 02. Alias. V, Vini 03. Sex. Male 04. Gender. Male 05. Age. 70-something, 80? 06. Birth Date. October 3rd   [ Libra ] 07. Blood Type. Sub-type VA+ 08. Race. Vampire, American by nationality ; French-English by ethnicity. 09. Marital Status. Single   [ Multiship ] 10. Orientation. Homosexual   [ Homoromantic ] 11. Residence. Formerly the Underground of Salem’s Crossing, Miami, FL ; Currently nomadic.

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

17. Physical Description. Vayn has medium-length silvery hair that is normally kept tied back in a ponytail, straight with his fringe parted down the left. It has a dull lilac hue to it in certain lights, as well as greenish and pinkish tones, and is well maintained. His eyes, clear and open, are pinkish red, or magenta, framed by long, almost feminine eyelashes. He stands at a short 5'4", sporting a narrow and slender frame, somewhat androgynous and angular - a bit bony. His skin is ghostly pale, belying the truth of his vampiric pedigree, and while it appears otherwise unblemished, the lashing scars littering his back are hidden by elegant (and old timey) European clothes, or business casual outfits on occasion. There are many, many more scars to join them, all caused by silver burns, long-term exposure to iron, magical burns, etc. Both lobes are pierced as well as his bellybutton. He has a small, ambiguously heart-shaped birthmark to the left of his sternum.  

13. Equipment. He keeps a vampiric palmseal made of his own crystallized blood, a travelling mirror, a small tin of Bloody Delights, a bottomless bag, and a beat up harlequin novel. 14. Occupation. Formerly a tortured performer at The Strychnine Theater, effectively enslaved by gambling duelists and forced to compete or perform depending on the event ; Currently, he is enjoying what he now knows of freedom, aiding Loux & Sortia in their search for the starcutter. 15. Job Performance. N/A 16. Parents. Arteryus Morteatum & Belladonna Minx - each of noble vampire blood, being members of the Red Hand, a tense coallition of vampire separatists.  17. Siblings. Arteryus’ proginy, Galfreja (247F), and blood Synoxia (162F) - older sisters, both allive and well, with one maintaining a position in the DRS where the other built a career in magical husbandry. 

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

18. Likes. Reading, explicit art, money, giving and recieving gifts, cooking, adventuring, shopping, spending time with Sortia when she’s around, Bloody Delights, witch fingers, shapeshifter blood, watching movies, tending to his plants, etc.  19. Dislikes. Violence of any kind, being manhandled, closed-mindedness, enclosed spaces, most sorcerers, poachers, thieves, discussion of his family, metal, silver, being pushed to do anything he doesn’t want to do, literally anything Loux does with his spare time, etc.

20. Positive Traits. Gentle. Kindhearted. Generous. Thoughtful. Loyal. Friendly. Open-minded. Playful. Resilient. Talented healer. Polite. Romantic. Dreamy. Principled. Hopeful.  21. Negative Traits. Naive. Self-destructive. Jumpy. Anxious. Pushy. Dramatic. Hedonistic. Submissive. Gullible. Poor in combat. Has a hard time saying ‘no’ and respecting both his and other peoples’ boundaries. Extremely averse to violence, won’t even defend himself.  22. Goals. To enjoy his freedom to the fullest, experience love and heartbreak, countless sunsets and wine cocktails - to live. 23. Desires. Absolution, vindication, and peace, freedom from the horrific abuse he suffered following his capture as a fledgling, and all the comforts of what it means to be alive.  24. Alignment. Neutral Good 

25. Personality. Vayn can be described as quite a few things - pushy, overbearing, sickeningly sweet, and perhaps a bit too naive. Too trusting. Too kind for his own good, the sort to set himself on fire to keep others warm. Despite all he’d suffered, he held onto his hope and unwavering faith, carrying a certain pep in especially dire situations. He is soft of heart and gentle in how he treats people, giving and thoughtful, catalogging every new experience or bond and drinking them in. He’s hedonistic, selfishly diving head first into all that life has to offer - a kind soul he is, but rather blind to most boundaries. He oversteps, sometimes on purpose, looking for excuses to run away from difficult or uncomfortable situations and if he can’t find any, he makes them. That being said, he is tender and warm, shining a small but heartening light when all seems dark and hopeless. He’s small and ineffective in a fight, but he has such strength within him. If only things had been different.  

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

26. Element. Flora & Water - moderate manipulation & control. 27. Shapeshifting. Innate bat-shifter - natural-born vampires are capable of shapeshifting into one of three animals, commonly discovered within 3 years of turning / birth. 28. Utility. Herbalism & Husbandry - mastered herbalism, beginner husbandry. 29. Specialization. Herbalism - although he dabbles in alchemy, too. quite the potions master, as the two go hand in hand. 30. Graduate School. Belegerande’s School for the Arcane, house La Fey ; the first of 11 total sorcery-centered schools established in North america in the 1500s; Quite a prestigious institution despite its current reputation. 31. Classification. Missing, Presumed Dead - If found, return to Deadeye.

⸻Background Information. // Past to Present. Warning for SA & enslavement.

Vayn was born in the lap of vampiric luxury, belonging to one of the oldest vampire houses as a blooded vampire, but this so-called luxury came at a steep price for he was born into the Red Hand, too. Loneliness and isolation, maltreatment and abuse behind closed doors, violent lessons to impart etiquette and good manners, murder plots and too early an introduction to sex, vile politics and desperate grabs for power - forced to fall in line and become a vampire worthy of sitting on the throne. Much of his youth was spent at the shit end of the stick until the soft-hearted child within him had been thoroughly beaten into a pulp just as miserable and cruel as everyone else.

    Yet, there was a flicker of himself that persisted - an incessantly leaky faucet. He’d never understood the Red Hand’s ideals, what they really wanted or why the supremacy of their species mattered at all, why they were as willing to go so far to achieve such an arrogant and offensive goal. He never wanted any part of it. He never wanted to bring anyone else any harm, never wanted to live up to the vampire stereotypes as a murderer, a glorified leech, a monster. But he did what he felt was necessary to spare himself the punishment given to heretics and betrayers, slinking through the shadows and doing as Agrivayne instructed him. He always did what he could justify as necessary, losing more and more of what little remained of him.

    In a twist of fate, one Cedric Montgomery, the true vampire befitting the crown, approached him in the night with a proposition. Cedric had always been flamboyant, ever the sort to make moves with unmatched regal ruthlessness, and so it was easy. Vayn, caught by surprise, was made privy to the secret movement against the current leaders of the Red Hand, a counter-revolution to the would-be revolutionaries. He joined Cedric, offering financial support to further their endeavors and keep them a secret. To be apart of something meaningful, to tear down pointless traditions and rid vampires of their hatred for others, had given him an avenue to make amends for all the horrible things he’d done - he could do nothing but jump at the chance to do good.

    Unfortunately for him, however, someone found out - the youngest member of the Morningstar family, Lilith - and he was dealt with swiftly. Vampires belonging to the other Red Hand families enacted a plan to capture, torture, and kill him, but it was Lilith who stopped them, though her alternative wasn’t the saving grace he hoped it would be. They took him to the underground of Salem’s Crossing and brokered a deal with Deadeye - one slave of highest pedigree in trade for five humans, a blackwyrm, and enough noxium to kill a thousand people - which he quickly accepted, stripping Vayn of his titles, his name, his clothes, and his dignity. He was kept like livestock among others who shared the same fate, shackled and chained to the bottom of death-touched oubliettes and starved of blood until he was too weak to fight back, where Deadeye and his men would have their way with him in as many contexts as could be imagined… Viciously beaten, sexually assaulted, forced to feed on his emaciated, dying fellows to satisfy Deadeye’s sadistic curiosities. They threw him into Strychnine, kept him anchored down by silver weights so he couldn’t shapeshift and fly away, and laughed and laughed and laughed as he lost every fight, gambling assholes of all sorts winning on the best losing horse. Deadeye, of course, had subjected him to much more and far worse than this.

    But the quiet, desperately kind person within him managed to survive where the cruelty could no longer. Delusion through his trauma? Perhaps, but it kept him aware, kept him awake, kept him alive, kept him moving forward. And he clung to that tiny glimmer of hope, praying that he’d finally be set free one day, doing what he could to alleviate the suffering of the others who shared his fate. One by one, many of them died, but even still…he held fast, weeping long into the morning hours for eleven years.

    Another chance meeting would come to pass, however. Dragged from the oubliette, he was set to perform for a flock of hundreds, but a nosy shapeshifter and a terrifying witch had weaseled their way behind the curtain. Deadeye’s only real competition had been the boy - Vayn recognized his face from old wanted posters - but he’d shown up with a sanguinaurum, and Deadeye had no counter to a legendary witch. Sortia and Loux, as he’d come to know them, had been the answer to his prayers, freeing him from the atrophy and agony of a life of servitude. Despite his relative dissociation, he was grateful beyond words, falling to his knees and bursting into a flurry of relieved wails.

    They took him in, dressed him, and offered him what he’d wanted most - freedom. Freedom from responsibility, freedom from sin, freedom from pain, from hatred, from guilt, from the burdens of backward thinking and needless cruelty. They asked for nothing in return, not even help in finding the magical item they sought. So he stayed with them, his new family, aiding them anyway. 

#➥ Vayn.

[dhr-ao3]

Unwritten

Unwritten https://ift.tt/6cUNDdg by weisskatze Hermione Granger wants to escape the war’s nightmares and the pressure of her fame. She moves to Salem, hoping for a fresh start. There she has vivid dreams of a past life. Is it just a coincidence, or does it mean something more? Could she and the snarky Draco Malfoy have a bond that spans across time? Words: 2521, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Post-War, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Salem Witches' Institute (Harry Potter), Alchemy, Healer Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger-centric, Minor Hermione Granger/Harry Potter, Soulmates, Prophetic Dreams via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/0fvXKg6 November 11, 2023 at 01:45AM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione