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What do u think kai and will does for their girls' bday and vice versa?

Truthfully I have no idea. I'm not huge on celebrations and I think the group as a whole have a lot of odd celebrations and holidays throughout the year that makes it hard to determine if birthdays will be over the top parties or intimate affairs for the two. Also, it would change from year to year. These boys wouldn't do the same thing twice unless it was part of a tradition. The girls I think would be more consistent but clever. They'd all have to get creative.

Fortunately for the boys, Banks and Emory are the type of girls that probably don't care how big they go. More important to them is that whatever they do shows how much their husbands understand and know them.

I think at least one year, Will does something around movies, since that was technically their first date (though they debate about that frequently. He thinks it counts because they made out; she thinks it doesn't because he didn't ask her out; he protests that taking her from the school was a round-about way of asking - she could have said no. It goes on for a while.). Maybe doing a old Hollywood themed night at their cinema, elevating the decor, rolling out a red carpet, having the staff wear suits so everything feels a little special, and he has all her favorite movies playing. Even though it's Emory's day, I don't think she'd want the space all to herself. She'd love sharing it with the town. I can't decide if Will's cheesy enough to have a trailer that's just a slide show of his favorite pictures and videos of Emory so that everyone is forced to watch it before every movie.

Or maybe he even takes her to a movie premiere in Hollywood for something he knows she'd love. She's pampered all day, he gets her a special dress for the event, and then takes her out to dinner somewhere nice.

For Will, Emory knows she can't go wrong with a big party. So that doesn't change. Every year she comes up with a new theme that's a surprise for him. He doesn't find out what it is until he gets to see the outfit she lays out for him. Even without him drinking, the nights get pretty wild and some of his best stories originate from an Emory Grayson Planned Event (TM)

I don't know Banks and Kai as well, but he's definitely giving me out of the country vibes for at least one birthday. Maybe a month long trip to Japan since her interest in the culture has grown since working with his father.

Kai likes the chase and Banks knows it. The tradition they started was a scavenger hunt, with Banks leaving clues and hints around Meridian and Thunder Bay for Kai to figure out. Throughout the day, he gets small presents, leading up to the big one... and her. How fast he gets his reward all depends on how quick he is to solve the puzzles. Fortunately for her, he's a motivated man.

I hope this answers your questions! I'm open to other's thoughts or ideas too. I'm not very creative when it comes to these kinds of things, so I'm sure there better ideas floating around. But thanks for the ask!!

#asked and answered #devil's night series stuff #emory scott #will grayson iii #kai mori #nikova banks #willemmy #kaibanks #devil's night series #asked and answered 283

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liquidstar · 7 months

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This is a series with 283 episodes so I just picked some of the top ones but feel free to add your own opinions and I might do a second poll lol

#adventure time #polls

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uncharismatic-fauna · 2 months

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Uncharismatic Fact of the Day

Can I offer you a dwarf lanternshark in this trying time? This species of shark is the smallest in the world, at only 20 cm (8 in) long, and is found at depths of 283–439 m (928–1,440 ft). The dwarf lanternshark gets its name for its ability to produce light from a series of f light-producing photophores along its back, which may help it to attract prey or disorient predators.

(Image: A researcher holding a dwarf lanternshark (Etmopterus perryi) by Javontae Murphy)

If you send me proof that you’ve made a donation to UNRWA or another organization benefiting Palestinians, I’ll make art of any animal of your choosing.

#dwarf lanternshark #Squaliformes #Etmopteridae #lantern sharks #sharks #cartilaginous fish #fish #uncharismatic facts

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antimony-medusa · 8 months

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MCYT on Ao3 — September '23

The state of MCYT on Ao3, just for fun. Yes I do this every month, I like numbers.

Slamacow Minecraft Animations (Web Series) (8 works)

The Cube SMP (8 works)

iDots SMP (14 works)

30 Day SMP | Free Trial SMP (27 works)

Legacy SMP (28 works)

Cogchamp SMP (29 works)

Epic SMP (31 works)

Art of Survival SMP (32 works)

Dominion SMP (32 works)

Shady Oaks SMP (45 works)

X Life SMP (46 works)

IvoryCello's Prison Escapes (Web Series) (53 works)

100 Hours Hardcore SMP (54 works)

Kaboodle SMP (56 works)

Bear SMP (58 works)

SadSMP (68 works)

Area Unknown SMP (72 works)

Mer SMP (74 works)

Pirates SMP (105 works)

Tortillaland SMP (113 works)

New Life SMP (127 works)

House Builder Gang SMP | HBG SMP (134 works)

Slimecicle Cinematic Universe (Web Series) (138 works)

WitchCraft SMP (164 works)

Rats SMP (208 works)

SMPEarth (273 works)

SMPLive (283 works)

Outsiders SMP (314 works)

Mianite (Web Series) (363 works)

Afterlife SMP (382 works)

Yandere High School (Web Series) (434 works)

MindCrack RPF (493 works)

Evolution SMP (545 works)

Fable SMP (767 works)

Karmaland SMP (777 works)

Lifesteal SMP (1,220 works)

Origins SMP (1,478 works)

QSMP | Quackity SMP (3,842 works)

Empires SMP (5,633 works)

3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series (7,862 works)

Hermitcraft SMP (17,370 works)

Dream SMP (80,652 works)

Minecraft (Video Game) (108,355 works)

Video Blogging RPF (262,973 works)

Some Notes

We have one new tag this month! Interestingly, Pirates SMP, despite being a child tag of Video Blogging RPF, is not a child tag of Celebrities and Real People, which puts it up with Slamacow Minecraft Animations (Web Series) and Minecraft (Video Game) as the only mcyt tags not officially considered RPF for sorting purposes. (Note: this is probably a bug.)

Fics are primarily in English, but now we have three exceptions with significant Spanish fics: Karmaland (691 works of 775, from 679 last month) , Tortillaland SMP (108 works of 113, from 106 last month), and QSMP (466 works of 3,833, up from 412 last month). QSMP also includes fics in Brazilian Portugese (175 works, up from 119 last month) and a few in French (19 works, up from 10 month).

In smaller SMPs, both SadSMP and Cogchamp saw a 3-fic decrease, one of the starker fandom decreases that I've seen. In terms of growth, Area Unknown SMP saw a 12-fic increase, Mer SMP saw a 14-fic increase, and New Life SMP saw an impressive 22-fic increase.

In mid-sized fandoms, it was the same three fandoms in a different order than last month. Fable SMP was the standout once again with 33 fics, though Evolution SMP saw a growth of 24 fics and Yandere High School saw 19 new fics.

For the larger fandoms, it was a reduced month from last month. Empires' 154 this month did not beat last month's 244 or the previous month's 218, 3rd Life's 340 this month did not beast last month's 395 or the previous month's 364, and Hermitcraft's 453 did not beat last month's 569 or the previous month's 501. Continuing the trend, Dream SMP's increase of 1,171 did not meet last month's 1,459 or the previous month's 1,376, and in fact the only fandom with a growth compared to July was QSMP, with QSMP's 725 this month not beating last month's 861 but Yes beating the previous month's 628. So the two-month run of increased growth that the bigger fandoms were turning out has definitely come to an end. Possibly the end of summer hit everyone's schedules hard.

Detailed breakdown of increases under the cut.

Slamacow Minecraft Animations (Web Series) (8 works, 8 last month, 0-fic increase)

The Cube SMP (8 works, 8 last month, 0-fic increase)

iDots SMP (14 works, 15 last month, 1-fic decrease)

30 Day SMP | Free Trial SMP (27 works, 27 last month, 0-fic increase)

Legacy SMP (28 works, 27 last month, 1-fic increase)

Cogchamp SMP (29 works, 32 last month, 3-fic decrease)

Epic SMP (31 works, 31 last month, 0-fic increase)

Art of Survival SMP (32 works, 33 last month, 1-fic decrease)

Dominion SMP (32 works, 32 last month, 0-fic increase)

Shady Oaks SMP (45 works, 43 last month, 2-fic increase)

X Life SMP (46 works, 46 last month, 0-fic increase)

IvoryCello's Prison Escapes (Web Series) (53 works, 53 last month, 0-fic increase)

100 Hours Hardcore SMP (54 works, 53 last month, 1-fic increase)

Kaboodle SMP (56 works, 50 last month, 6-fic increase)

Bear SMP (58 works, 57 last month, 1-fic increase)

SadSMP (68 works, 71 last month, 3-fic decrease)

Area Unknown SMP (72 works, 60 last month, 12-fic increase)

Mer SMP (74 works, 60 last month, 14-fic increase)

Pirates SMP (105 works, was not canonized last month)

Tortillaland SMP (113 works, 110 last month, 3-fic increase)

New Life SMP (127 works, 105 last month, 22-fic increase)

House Builder Gang SMP | HBG SMP (134 works, 130 last month, 4-fic increase)

Slimecicle Cinematic Universe (Web Series) (138 works, 127 last month, 11-fic increase)

WitchCraft SMP (164 works, 162 last month, 2-fic increase)

Rats SMP (208 works, 208 last month, 0-fic increase)

SMPEarth (273 works, 265 last month, 8-fic increase)

SMPLive (283 works, 278 last month, 5-fic increase)

Outsiders SMP (314 works, 300 last month, 14-fic increase)

Mianite (Web Series) (363 works, 359 last month, 4-fic increase)

Afterlife SMP (382 works, 379 last month, 3-fic increase)

Yandere High School (Web Series) (434 works, 415 last month, 19-fic increase)

MindCrack RPF (493 works, 493 last month, 0-fic increase)

Evolution SMP (545 works, 521 last month, 24-fic increase)

Fable SMP (767 works, 734 last month, 33-fic increase)

Karmaland SMP (777 works, 761 last month, 16-fic increase)

Lifesteal SMP (1,220 works, 1,139 last month, 81-fic increase)

Origins SMP (1,478 works, 1,449 last month, 29-fic increase)

QSMP | Quackity SMP (3,842 works, 3,117 last month, 725-fic increase)

Empires SMP (5,633 works, 5,479 last month, 154-fic increase)

3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series (7,862 works, 7,522 last month, 340-fic increase)

Hermitcraft SMP (17,370 works, 16,917 last month, 453-fic increase)

Dream SMP (80,652 works, 79,481 last month, 1,171-fic increase)

Minecraft (Video Game) (108,355 works, 107,795 last month, 560-fic increase)

Video Blogging RPF (262,973 works, 259,553 last month, 3,420-fic increase)

#MCYT on Ao3 #Fandom Stats #Ao3 #DSMP #mcyt #mcytblr #Hermitcraft

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two-white-butterflies · 6 months

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parallel lines | d. targaryen | part three

Description: An ordinary middle school teacher moves to a desolate town with her fiancee. After suffering episodes of vivid nightmares, she realizes that his uncle looks exactly like the man in her dreams.

Pairings: daemon targaryen/reader, aemond targaryen/reader

Trope: Reincarnation

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"The centre of every poem is this: I have loved you. I have had to deal with that." - Salma Deera.

(HARRENHALL'S CASTLE. 130AC.)

When Alys Rivers was born, there wasn't a word that could properly describe her power. She could coax rain out of clouds, and foresee a million different outcomes - you were the opposite. Yes, you were different than the men of these lands but your powers were scarce it couldn't even promise your own safety.

Alys Rivers was a real witch, more powerful than any mage that has walked this earth. She had the power to destroy everything, but she never lifted a finger against you. You figured that you'd be safe as long as she loved you - she was your sister after all.

The woman that you trail behind.

"I was worried about you - I thought that you'd follow after your husband. I couldn't let you die." she whispered, staring deep into the fire - taking leisurely sips of her wine. "I wanted to die, Alys." you glared at her - memories of last night flooding through your mind.

"You don't really believe that," she says with absolute certainty. What use was living without the man that you loved? "- rain came and we prepared barrels to catch water. Rain is gone and you move on." she turned her head towards you, hidden wisdom in her tone.

"What do you think your husband would've done? If you died last night, and he lived." she mused, already having an answer in mind. "Silence," you gritted your teeth - but it only provoked her.

"He would've married another maiden - perhaps Rhaenyra Targaryen? I've heard stories about his love for her." she antagonized, and you retreated into your bed. "You don't know him, Alys." you breathed, praying that death would come sooner than men.

"I know men like him. My beautiful sister - seduced by that-"

"If you have nothing good to say, you may leave." you placed the blanket over your body. Ignoring her discontent.

yourname_: yeah he's pretty cool, but he's not as cool as me 😎

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aemond_hxghtower: 😨 my reaction to that information 😨

Aegspert: Short 🤣 - yourname_: Says the 5'10 asshole ? ?? ? ? ? ? ? - - Aegspert: @yourname_ it's 5'11*

(ST. JOSEPH THE WORKER'S SCHOOL IN DRAGONSTONE. JANUARY 6, 2023)

"Aemond please please please!" Joffrey pleaded while hanging onto his uncle's hoodie. "Please attend my birthday!" he requested showing the older man his 'puppy eyes'.

"He's not going to stop unless he gets what he wants." Harwin crosses his arms, smiling at the boy who was jumping up and down. Aemond wanted to roll his eyes, Joffrey keeps doing this because he knows that he'll get what he wants, once he does. "Your brother only turns five once," you agreed with his family.

His glare softens - he hated you in his past life, was only interested in you in this life because he enjoyed to torment you. But somehow, along the lines of being your boyfriend - and living with each other, he's found himself falling. He's grown to care for you.

"I don't know how we'll have fun, there'll be other kids there -"

"And there will also be adults." you responded and everyone stared at him for a reply. With a shaky breath, he relents.

"Of course we'll come. We have a lot of time." he smiled down at his nephew, mayhaps it was finally time to put his grievances aside.

Daemon's eyes narrowed hearing his phone ping. He never figured out how to put the thing on silent mode. "Take a left over there, much faster." he commented while pointing the right direction to the Uber Driver. "Apologies, it's my first time in this neighborhood." the driver chuckled and he hums. "There's always a first time for everything," he mumbled - staring at his phone.

yourname_ has requested to follow you.

He closes his eyes - should he accept it? Would you be turned off by the types of things he posted in Instagram? There were a couple selfies and charity foundation posts - the only people who followed him were his closest friends, family and students.

He presses the 'confirm' button.

yourname_ 10:28am i hope that you don't mind the follow request I couldn't find your facebook, I don't have an Iphone for imessage 😰

DaemonTargaryen.phd 10:29am I don't have a facebook. Rhaenyra's kids set up this account ,,, something about me being a luddite 🤣

yourname_ 10:29am ohh i totally get those kids life is lonely without socmed i wanted to thank you for paying for dinner last night rhaenyra returned my share

DaemonTargaryen.phd 10:30am It's nothing, I typically pay for the team dinners. It's not part of the bonus or anything Just my way of saying thanks 👍🏻

yourname_ 10:30am well...thank you anyways !

The driver stops his car in front of Rhaenyra's Bali-Themed Mansion. "We're here," he announces and Daemon silently gives his thanks, exiting the car before another round of conversation was started.

(STRONG-TARGARYEN RESIDENCE'S KITCHEN)

Rhaenyra's Bali-Themed Mansion slowly turned into a forest - there were beautiful balloons scattered around the doors, it looked exactly out of a fairytale. "Rhaenyra's husband, Harwin, owns this restaurant chain in the USA. I had no faith in him - but gods did he pull it off." Aemond mumbled, leading you towards the kitchen.

As expected with rich people - their kitchen wasn't exactly the main kitchen. It was a kitchen for decoration purposes, everything looked beautiful in this house. "When you told me that you had a trust fund, I didn't expect that you'd be this -" you stuttered, eyes gazing around the wonderful interior. "Oh no, this is all Harwin." Aemond lied.

He couldn't have you thinking that he could've provided you a better life. There were things that couldn't be bought by money - his happiness was one of those things. "Rhaenyra's husband is cool, he's the kind of person I want to be when I grow up." you whispered and he replied with a small chuckle.

Some things never change.

"Maybe you'll finally start to read that cookbook that my mum bought you?" he teased, hand trailing towards the small of your back. "Or you can cook, and I can keep eating." you responded, he pulls your body closer. "Whatever you say, boss." he agreed.

A man clears his throat from behind the both of you.

"No sex on the countertops, I can't believe that we're having this talk again." Criston Cole rolls his eyes playfully, Aemond smiles. "Criston, it's been a while." he welcomed his father-figure with a warm embrace. Rhaenyra's house used to belong to their father, when Viserys died and Alicent married Criston - they briefly lived in this house. "Too much of a while," the man pats his back.

"Is this her?" he pointed in your direction. "In the flesh," you responded - hugging him tightly.

You've never met the man in person - but via video-call and Aemond's stories, he was a vital figure in his childhood. "You are taller in person." he complimented and you giggled. That was the first time someone called you taller. "You know, the last time I saw Aemond - he was boning his ex-girlfriend on these countertops." Criston chuckled with cadence and Aemond rolled his eyes.

"I do not want to talk about that witch again," Aemond shook his head, his hands finding its place back on your waist. "If you say so," Criston poured himself a glass of seltzer.

"I didn't expect you to be here, I thought that you were teaching that dojo in Manila?" you tilted your head and the man nods. "It's not everyday that Joffrey celebrates his birthday, plus, I thought I'd come to visit -" he winked at Aemond. "It's nice to haunt your mother once in a while." he joked.

"I still can't understand why you agreed on a divorce. You loved her - she adored you. You know how conditional mum's love is." Aemond turned serious for a second. His grip on your waist tightened. "You know what. You should catch up with Helaena, I have to talk to Criston." your boyfriend whispered and you nod.

There were some aspects of his life that didn't require an explaination.

(STRONG-TARGARYEN RESIDENCE'S FOYER)

You saw him again.

Daemon Targaryen - his name brought shivers down your spine. You stalked him a few hours ago - and to your surprise he was on that same train-ride in Italy. It is certainly a small world.

"Oh hey," he greeted with a smile. He held a large gift with both of his hands. "Where do you put this?" he inquired, searching the foyer for a table. "I-I don't know, I didn't bring a gift." you breathed, suddenly conscious of your simple mistake. "Oh no, it's okay - I'm the uncle that brings big gifts. It's my family title," he chuckled, verbally thanking the maid that came to retrieve his gift.

"I normally bring gifts to birthday parties but we were here on short notice," you smiled - leading him towards the living room.

Why did he make you feel electrified?

You stared deep into his eyes, unaware of the jazz music that began to play in the background.

'All roads lead to you, even the ones I took to forget you' - Mahmoud Darwish

"I don't recommend bringing these kids gifts. I detest spoiled brats - these kids are far from it but they have everything. Bring them to a park or buy them ice cream, they'll like it more." he advised.

Your eyebrows merged into each other.

"In that case, what did you buy them?" you inquired, and he smiled. "30 kilos of kinetic sand ... they requested it." his voice brought shivers down your spine. There was something alluring about his voice, he spoke like a great commander - he knows what to say. He tells you what you should do.

Who was this ethereal wisp of a man? Why did he bring so much emotions?

(STRONG-TARGARYEN RESIDENCE'S LIVING ROOM)

A small giggle escaped your mouth.

"What do you think? Should people think with their hearts or their brains?" Rhaenyra inquired, piquing everyone's interest with her simple question. "Everyone should always think with their hearts," Rhaenys begins and Corlys rolls his eyes. "The words of a tender hearted woman." he teased earning a glare from his wife.

He presses a kiss to her hand. "I'm kidding, my love." he whispered.

"I mean as women - we think with our hearts first, then our brains - after that we make a logical decision." Rhaenys adds and Laenor shakes his head. "That would mean that you think with your brain, mother." Laenor argued and Rhaenys shook her head.

"My brain only made a decision between what my heart believed." Rhaenys raised her finger. "I think we should think with our brains. The question itself is the answer. Should people think with their hearts or their brains? What do we use to think? Our brains - is it not?" Daemon questioned the question.

Rhaenyra rolls her eyes.

"You know what I mean, uncle."

"What about you, (Your Name). What do you think?" Corlys turned his head and all of their attention crashed towards you. "Shouldn't you give an opinion first, sir?" you smiled, pouring yourself a glass of soda. "Oh, I don't think I'll have much of an opinion. I agree with whatever my wife thinks about." Corlys chuckles.

"Well - our hypothalamus is the part of the brain that deals with love. When we say 'I love you with all of my heart' we don't actually mean that. What we mean is - I love you with all of the neurons in my hypothalamus. So - we do think with our brains. Daemon is right." you smiled and he patted your back.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the verdict has been handed." Daemon teased the others and the table erupts into laughter. "Nerd," Rhaenys rolls her eyes before you both erupt into laughter.

(STRONG-TARGARYEN RESIDENCE'S KITCHEN)

"On the screen, she looked like Alys. I thought that you found her again, but I know that girl - the comeliest woman in Harrenhal. All the knights used to travel all the way there - just to see her." Criston chuckled, reminiscing the past that he had.

He was much more handsome then, he had muscles, his body was toned - but now he was suffering hypertension and all other human deceases that didn't exist in the past.

"She's still very beautiful."

"I thought that if she and her sister would be reincarnated into this world again - they'd be models or something. Whatever did happen to Alys? I thought you loved her?" Criston inquired, Aemond's heart breaks a little. He's spent 25 years trying to forget Alys Rivers. He tried to forget those cold hands that have ensnared him.

In night, he sees her face in his dreams - eyes with kohl and plum red lips. He misses the woman that he used to love. All that he's loved in Alys, he tries to find inside of you - though your faces were similar, your personalities were as different as sun and moon.

He's grown to love you, yes.

You can never find the same person twice, yes.

But if he were to meet Alys - and she was suddenly different in this life. He'd still love her. He'd still love the different ways he'd fall in love with her. His Green Witch.

"or did you not love her?" Criston's eyes narrowed.

"I did - I do." he corrected himself.

"- but she won't come back. She told me that she'll never have a new body again." he shrugged, walking away from the kitchen - pretending that he wasn't affected at all.

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retrogamechampion · 1 year

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F-Zero Soundtrack Collection: "Drop the Zero"

The people have spoken! According to a poll on my Discord server, "F-Zero" is one of the absolute top franchises that needs its soundtracks immortalized. I agree - It's a must!

Gamers from all over the world had their wigs blown right off by the relentless speed and action of the original game that pushed the Super Nintendo to its limits. From there, the characters appeared in manga, anime, Nintendo Power features, and (of course) future sequel titles.

But did you realize there were Japanese exclusive follow-ups? Every single game is included here, alongside featured themes from the retro Smash Bros. games.

And did you know that there were several official arrangement CDs released? Those are available as well, from the reconstructed tunes on "F-Zero X Original Sound Track" and "Nintendo Super Famicom Game Music," the thrashing music of "F-Zero X Guitar Arrange Edition," the Jazz versions of "T Game Music Album #13: F-Zero," and even the mellow piano covers on "Tanoshii Beyer Heiyou Nintendo Super Famicom Game Music."

No duplicates here! If any game or soundtrack shared a song, then only differences are included. For example, the F-Zero GX (GameCube) and AX (arcade) titles had largely the same soundtrack, but there were a few exclusive songs in the arcade version, so those exclusives are present rather than duplicating the whole soundtrack twice).

As games in the series or related material reaches the 15 year old mark (like the F-Zero content in 2012's "Nintendo Land" will in 2027), I will add those to this archive as well.

Download it here:

Running time: 11 hours, 53 minutes Format: MP3 (320 kbps) Number of tracks: 283 Filesize (uncompressed): 1.96 GB

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sunspearesque · 8 months

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The Bereaved Dunes

Summary:

In the Bereaved Dunes, where shadows weep, A tale of love and sorrow, bound to keep. Elia, my sun, in your memory I tread, Through sands of despair, where tears are shed. I should've taken you far away, my dear, To Dorne's warm embrace, where skies are clear. But fate had other plans, a cruel twist of hand, In the Bereaved Dunes, where sorrows expand.

A/N: I've often wondered, 'How did Oberyn receive the news of Elia's death? How did his mind grapple with such a profound tragedy?' This curiosity served as my inspiration for writing this piece. It is crucial to delve into the pivotal event that laid the foundation for all of his subsequent actions. This prologue marks the genesis of my upcoming series, 'Whispers of Vendetta,' wherein Elia's death remains canon (and I made use of some famous lines from ASOIAF books), though I've allowed myself creative freedom in depicting Oberyn's reaction and the events that follow. Big thanks to my sweet, sweet friend @palioom for her unwavering support <3 I hope this piece meets your liking xoxo

Rating: M

CW: angst; canon character death (Elia Martell); grief/mourning; sibling loss; brief description of death/injury

WC: 1.6K

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283 AC

"We cannot simply remain still… spineless, awaiting news of her safety and that of her children!" Oberyn's voice rang out, filled with fervor, as he directed his words at his elder brother.

Doran, vexed by his brother's persistence, hissed back in retort, "I've entrusted four of our most skilled soldiers with her protection, Oberyn! They will ensure her safety. Cease your incessant hovering!"

Oberyn's eyes bore into Doran's, smoldering with anger and worry, "They had better return with her unharmed, or I shall part their heads from their bodies myself!"

Twelve agonizing hours passed without any word of Elia. Silence hung heavy in the air, and Oberyn's unease deepened. He understood that the Dornish princess was not their highest priority, knowing that no one would make her safety their concern—not even her husband, the father of her children.

Her husband, that fucking bastard.

I should have spirited her and her two children away to Dorne the moment she sent for me. The instant he crowned that Stark girl as the queen of love and beauty, forsaking his own wife. I should have sensed the despair in her ever-saddened eyes. She sat there, abased and broken, her belly swollen with his child. Those smudged words in her letter, likely stained by her tears, should have served as reason enough to bring her back to Dorne, where she truly belonged among her people and her land.

Elia was no viper; she was more akin to a dove—gentle, serene, fragile yet resplendent, graceful, and generous to a fault. She was too generous for the rapacious beasts that surrounded her. Here in Dorne, she walked among vipers, none of them would ever harm her. In King's Landing, she had found herself surrounded by dragons and lions… who had torn her asunder, both figuratively and literally.

Every hour drifted by like a languid stream, sowing a tempest of dread deep within Oberyn's core. Why does no one share in my fear? Neither her kin, nor our people dwelling here. Why does the world remain unperturbed? Am I truly the only one who understands the depth of their malice? Their hatred for us? For her?

Oberyn paced his brother's solar ceaselessly, a restless specter, his sword ever-present at his side, primed for any declaration. Doran, seated nearby, muttered words beneath his breath, prayers? curses? who knows; their nature concealed in the shroud of his quiet contemplation.

Suddenly, the reverberation of frantic footfalls pierced the air, accompanied by the panting of a disheveled soldier. "My... My Princes, Your Highness," the soldier stammered, his voice trembling as tears welled up in his eyes. Words eluded him, his courage shattered. "They have… they've killed the King... they've taken the Princess's life... and her children's." Oberyn lunged forward, seizing the young man by the throat, his rage ignited like wildfire, "I will sever your vile tongue if such words pass your lips again!" he hissed, fury coursing through every fiber of his being. How dare he utter such blasphemy?

Doran shouted at him, a frantic plea to prevent his brother from inflicting harm. Oberyn's grip on the soldier's neck tightened, threatening to snap it in half, "how dare you speak her name with such lies!" Oberyn's face was but a hair's breadth away from the man's.

"Oberyn!" Doran's voice boomed louder now, snapping his brother from the abyss of his wrath.

Reluctantly, Oberyn released the man, who fell to his knees, coughing and gasping, muttering apologies amidst his tears, "I apologize, my prince... I apologize... I apologize," he babbled frantically, his form trembling.

Oberyn stood frozen in place, the world around him becoming a cacophony of muffled sounds. Blood surged in his ears and pounded in his head, rendering his limbs feeble and numb. The frantic movements of those around him and his older brother's inquiries and orders blurred into obscurity, leaving only the sensation of his own scalding skin, burning him alive. He longed to rip his garments from his body, to tear his flesh asunder, as the air grew oppressively thick and sweltering, suffocating him as if he were submerged beneath water. The tingling sensation in his fingertips and the throbbing pain in his right eye pierced his consciousness. It was as though he were aflame from within, feeling the molten flow of his blood beneath his searing skin.

Their shared life flashed before his eyes in an instant. He remembered her fragility, how he cradled her in his arms and heart. Those days when he pushed her wheelchair with gusto, eliciting laughter from her. She was a year his senior, yet her fragility and ailment demanded his physical protection. In turn, she fortified his spirit, offering solace in a world that sought to alter him. He visited her chamber daily, sharing tales of their parents and elder sibling, and she listened, offering comfort and understanding. He was her bastion, and she was his serenity. He was her army, and she was his peace. They were inseparable, and the notion of existence without one another seemed unfathomable.

The sun no longer bathed Dorne in its usual warmth on the day her remains returned to their homeland. That Dornish sun, once radiant, now dawned upon a lifetime burdened by sorrow. She had been his sun, his compass… and he, the unwavering sunflower, had turned to follow her every step. But now, he stood alone, adrift in a sea of grief and rage.

The maesters had begged him to avert his gaze, especially from her visage—or what remained of it, to be precise. They wished to preserve her memory, to shield the image of her serenity from the abhorrent tragedy she had endured. Oberyn, however, bore the weight of her demise squarely upon his own shoulders. He harbored the belief that it was his heedlessness, his momentary acquiescence to his brother’s commands, that had led to her tragic end. And as penance, he needed to engrave the gruesome sight of her shattered skull and broken mandible to his brain, so that the searing memory might forever scar his psyche.

He craved the pain, the unrelenting thirst for vengeance, for it was this anguish that would serve as a relentless reminder. He needed her tragic fate etched into the very fiber of his being, so that if ever a trace of empathy for these monsters dared to creep into his thoughts, the vivid memory of what they had stolen from him—the essence of his sweet Elia—would rip through his soul, leaving him wounded, but resolute in his pursuit of justice.

The absence of a sibling is an ineffable experience… alexithymic; one that defies the boundaries of expression. You see, a person's existence in this world is akin to that of a tree; the parents, the grandparents, and all the ancestors serve as the unwavering stem, the robust trunk that grounds and anchors one's very being. Your children, they are the intricate roots, extensions of your essence that traverse the world, existing as a continuation of you, and you, in turn, live life through them. But siblings... they are the branches.

To lose a sibling is to lose a part of yourself, a limb perhaps, one that may not kill you but certainly inflicts the agony of phantom pain. It lingers, this spectral ache, an ever-present reminder that punctuates your happiest moments, like a persistent thorn in your side, incessantly prodding you to remember what you have forfeited. It leaves behind a lingering melancholy, not potent enough to suffocate you to death, yet substantial enough to hinder the prospect of living life to its fullest.

But how does one even go about living life in the semblance of normalcy?

For a sibling is more than a mere bearer of shared genes; they are witnesses to your enduring connection with stubborn parents, companions in the labyrinthine maze of childhood, fellow travelers through the terrain of trauma. They are the ones who have beheld every facet of your being, every iteration of your existence.

In the years that followed, he embarked on a ceaseless flight, fleeing from her shadow, from the haunting memory of their love. Her name, once a melody on his tongue, now tasted acrid, too laden with pain to be cherished or recollected. His heart, once a sanctuary of devotion, was now filled with a venomous brew of hatred, anger, and an insatiable thirst for retribution. He yearned to hunt down every man across the Seven Kingdoms, to rend their flesh from bone with his own bare hands. Yet, deep within, he nurtured a more profound loathing—for himself, for his own frailty and cowardice.

Her death had sapped his strength, of that he was certain. He could no longer gaze upon the sun without wincing, nor could he behold the graceful palm trees that adorned every corner of Dorne without feeling his gut wrenching, as though it were on the verge of rupture. Even the taste of figs, her favored fruit, had become an agony to bear. And when he cast his eyes upon his own brother, he could not help but wish it had been he who suffered such a wretched fate, rather than his sweet Elia.

On bended knee, he knelt beside her sandstone tomb, on the eve of his departure from Dorne, where he would spend the impending years in solitude, far removed from the land they had once shared. Whispering amidst tears that welled in his eyes and his aching heart, And unbowed, unbent, and unbroken, you must rest, my Sun.

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Kisei Main Line by hirorin 2013

#鉄道 #路線 #JR西日本283系電車 #電車 #紀勢本線 #283 series #Kisei Main Line #御坊市 #和歌山県 #日本 #flickr

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Telegram to President Woodrow Wilson from Jane Addams and Other Women Regarding the Deportation of Emmeline Pankhurst

Record Group 85: Records of the Immigration and Naturalization Service Series: Subject and Policy Files File Unit: Appeal of Mrs. Emmeline Pankhurst for admittance for visit, English Suffragette

This telegram petitioned the Department of Labor and their decision to deport Emmeline Pankhurst, a British suffragette. The authors wanted the board to reconsider and maintain "America's devotion to liberty."

Telegram The White House, Washington 6 PO.FD. 283 139 extra 10:25 p.m. Sa, Chicago, Ill., October 18, 1913. The President. Whereas, the Associated Press reports to the American public that Mrs. Pankhurst's deportation has been ordered by the board of inquiry at Ellis Island and, Whereas, such action is in direct violation of the traditions and customs of the United States which has always been hospitable to the political offenders and revolutionists of all nations, and, Whereas, our sister republic, France, is at the present moment sheltering Christabel Pankhurst, Now, therefore, be it resolved: That we, the undersigned women of Chicago, protest against this flagrant violation of our long established public policy, and, Be it further resolved: That we respectively petition the Department of Labor in reviewing the case of this distinguished English woman to reconsider the decision of the Board of Inquiry and to admit Mrs. Pankhurst; thus maintaining the high traditions of America's devotion to liberty and right of free speech. (Signed) Jane Addams, Louise DeKoven Bowen, Mary Rozette Smith, Mary McDowell, Margaret Dreier Robins, Harriet Taylor Treadwell, President Chicago Political Equality League; Margaret A. Haley, Business Representative Chicago Teachers' Federation; Ida L. M. Furstman, President Chicago Teachers' Federation; Mrs. Harriet S. Thompson, Director Chicago Political Equality League; Edith A. Phelps, Anna Nichols, Laura Dainty Pelham,

Telegram The White House, Washington 6 PO. Sheet 2- Chicago, Ill., Octo. 18, 1913. to the President. Stella Miles Franklin, Kathleen Hamill, Mary Foulke Morrisson, Anna Monroe, Edith Wyatt, Caroline Packard, Leonora Pease, Secretary Socialist Women's League; Mrs. L. Brackett Bishop, Marion M. Griffin, Margaret B. Dobyne, Mary E. Galvin, Judith W. Loewenthal, Agnes Nestor, E. Beatrix Dauchy, Belle Squire, Anna Willard Timneus, Emma Steghagen, Grace Wilbur Trout, Florence Holbrook, Catharine Goggin, Mary Anderson, Sophonisba Breckinridge, Edith Abbott, Esther Dresden, President Young Women's Suffrage Association; Amy Walker, Francis Harden, Anna Harden, Catharine Goggin, Mary V. Donoghue, Wilma Rhinesmith, Julia Donoghue, Serina Hayes, May E. Brown.

#archivesgov #1910s #women's suffrage #suffragette #emmeline pankhurst #jane adams #October 18 #1913

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hiring! Can I request a fic where it is Game Of thrones x the originals? Like Reader is Tywin's daughter from his second marriage and she was set to marry some abuse lord. But she meets Elijah when he and Oberyn are in Kingslanding for Joffrey's wedding. Reader and Elijah fall for one another so Tywin changes his mind and allows Elijah to marry reader instead. Oh can it be where Joffrey never died? So Tyrion is never arrested please and thank you.

I know I rarely do cross over fics but this request just got me. Also I had just started watching 'House of the Dragon' and rereading the books.

Warnings: Fluff, Protective Lannister men, Oberyn scheming, Elijah just being the softest, hints of smut

Pairing: Elijah M. x Velaryon!Lannister!Reader

A/N: I am well aware of how Tywin treats his children in the show but soft!Tywin is my shit. Oh maybe I could a series of this. This will be a two parter

A/N/N: also we support Rhaenyra x Alicent in this household and believe Otto ruined everything

283 Winter, Casterly Rock

Vaesa let out her last scream as she pushed, then the sounds of a baby's cry filled the halls of Casterly Rock. Tywin Lannister, not caring that a Maester and mid-wives tried stopping him from entering the room.

There Vaesa sat rocking you in her arms, you were healthy with soft bronze skin. And a head of sliver blonde curls with jade colored. A girl of Velaryon and Lannister blood, Vaesa knew just what your life was going to be. Her bloodline could be traced back to Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corlys Velaryon.

"I apologize, my husband...I gave you a girl." Vaesa tells Tywin as he moved closer taking you into his arms. You held most of house Velaryon features due to Vaesa's pure Velaryon blood.

"It is fine wife. She is perfect." Tywin says kissing your forehead when you yawned. Vaesa smiled seeing her husband soften holding you. Little did you know you were going to be the most protected girl in the Seven Kingdoms.

287 Summer, Casterly Rock

Vaesa held your hand walking down to the waters where a huge dragon lay, Rovas, the last known dragon and your mother his rider. Rovas moved his head hearing your mother softly call out to him and you, ever so much the adventurer, tried to run up to the lazy dragon.

"Go on my little lion." Vaesa says knowing Tywin was watching closely on top of the stone steps. Tywin was at first against you meeting Rovas but your mother reassured your father that the old dragon would be gentle.

You giggled feeling Rovas press his snout against your little body, he let out a purr when you patted his snout. Vaesa turned to her husband with a smirk on her face when she heard you call for them both.

"Mama! Papa! Look!" You squealed getting your parents attention, seeing you on top of Rovas's head. The dragon just lay there not caring there was a five year old climbing on him.

"I only turned my back for a second." Vaesa said when Tywin moved standing next to her. Both watched Lannister guards nervously moved towards the dragon to get you down.

"It seems she is more Velaryon than Lannister." Tywin joked making Vaesa laugh. Your parents watched you climb down off of Rovas who tilted his head making easier for you.

"Soon Rovas would be hers." Vaesa tells her husband when you came running up. You begged your father to pick you up and you three went in for lunch.

301 Summer, Kingslanding

You had grown into a beautiful young woman which your mother joked that it must be your Velaryon blood. You stood by Rovas looking out at the waters feeling the old dragon shift his head to nuzzle your side.

The war was over and you being 18, Tywin was looking for a Lord to wed you. Rovas purred feeling your stress and the dragon wanted nothing more than to comfort you. You didn't want to marry knowing your husband wouldn't allow you to keep Rovas.

"I knew you would be out here." Tyrion says walking down to join you seeing how your guard stayed up on the steps. Tyrion shook his head knowing both Jamie and Tywin would be angry that the guard didn't stay close to you.

"Father says I'll be married soon." You tell your older brother still looking out at the sea.

"You wish to not marry sister? You won't have to, your mother will birth our sibling soon." Tyrion says watching you sigh and lay on Rovas's snout.

"If is a boy, I won't have to but if it is a girl." You mumbled before squeaking when Rovas raised his head making you stand.

"Lady Y/N, the Lord Hand wishes to speak to you." A handmaid tells you making you frown and nodded following after her. Tyrion sighed and patted Rovas who huffed wanting to fly you out of Kingslanding.

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The day of Joffrey's and Margaery's wedding was celebrated by all. Mean while you were stuck listening to your betrothed list your duties as his wife. Lord James Whitehill was suggested to your father by Cersei. While your brothers hated the Lord having done some digging.

"I hope you only birth me sons. Daughters will not be allowed also I don't want you to have your dragon." Lord Whitehill tells you well more like demanded.

"Exuse me, Lord Whitehill but I have others to greet." You tell the Lord leaving before you hit him. Vaesa was sitting Jamie and both was glaring at your betrothed.

"Princess." You brighten up hearing Oberyn and turned around smiling. You stopped see the Lord next to Oberyn, your heart skipped a beat.

"Prince Oberyn, I told you I am no Princess." You tell the Prince who just smirked at you putting an arm around you.

"Being the daughter of Velaryon Lady should make you one." Oberyn teased you noticing how you looked at the Lord.

"Who is your friend?" You asked Oberyn making the Prince smile.

"This is Lord Elijah Mikaelson, the Noble stag of the North. Lord Elijah, this is Lady Y/N." Oberyn says then moved away to leave you two to talk. Oberyn saw how Tywin watched you and Elijah right away.

"Lady Y/N, may I have this dance?" Elijah asked you noticing the flush that came on your face. You shyly nodded placing your smaller hand in Elijah's much larger hand.

"Who is that with our sister, Tyrion?" Jamie whispered to his younger brother not wanting Cersei to hear him.

"That would be the Lord Elijah of the North. If I remember right his family stayed out of the war." Tyrion says watching you giggle at Elijah's jokes as you both danced. Jamie was surprised before sitting next to Tyrion.

"What else do you know?" Jamie asked watching you and Elijah getting a smirk from his brother.

"They say the House of Mikaelson once rode with the House of Dragon. They are old blood and members of the family rarely leaves the North."

"So better than Lord Whitehill?" Jamie asked looking at your betrothed not liking the dark glare on his face. While Tywin sat rethinking your marriage proposal to Lord Whitehill.

"Very." Tyrion says noticing their sister's jealous glare.

"Shame you are betrothed Lady Y/N." Elijah says twirling you and you smiled up at the Lord.

"It is not set in stone my Lord. I just haven't gotten other offers." You tell Elijah getting a coy smile from him.

"Then may I add my proposal?" Elijah asked you kissing your hands making you flush nodding.

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"He is so attentive of her. Agree sister?" Tyrion says joining Cersei with Jamie seeing Elijah tucking a rose behind your ear.

Kingslanding was gossiping how you were set to marry Lord Elijah. Tywin finding him a better match for you since a marriage between you and Elijah would benefit the Lannisters. Cersei was seething watching you walking with Elijah in the gardens.

"Yes, shame father ended her proposal with Lord Whitehill." Cersei tells her brothers eyes darken when you shyly kissed Elijah's cheek.

"Well good thing he did. I heard some unfavorable things about the Lord." Jamie says seeing you lead Elijah down to the beach.

Elijah was surprised that you wanted him to meet your dragon. He still had to thank Oberyn for introducing you both and also talking the Lord up to the Lord Hand. Rovas raised his head seeing you.

"Rovas! Meet my beloved!" You tell the dragon as Elijah flet his heart burst at your words. You gently pulled Elijah closer and the dragon stared at the Lord then lay his head back down.

"He is quite the dragon." Elijah says placing a hand on Rovas while dragon watched you lean back against Elijah's chest.

"He trusts you. Rovas didn't allow Lord Whitehill near me when I had them meet." You tell Elijah smiling knowing Rovas was very protective of you.

"I should make sure he all he needs up North." Elijah tells you kissing your hand eyes twinkling seeing how you brighten.

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Vaesa stood next to her husband getting teary eyed as Elijah kissed you making you his wife. Vaesa was happy you were marrying an honorable man unlike Lord Whitehill.

Of course the Lord tried to say he took your maidenhead after a drunken night. Tywin nearly ran a sword though Lord Whitehill for the lie if Jamie and Tyrion hadn't stopped their father.

The feast was lovely and you were enjoying the attention Elijah was giving you that was until Joffrey ruined it. The boy King came walking up to your table with Lord Whitehill.

"Time for the bedding ceremony! Now dear Lady aunt, I hope y........" Joffrey was cut off when Elijah placed his sword on the table eyes dark.

"Touch my wife and men will lose their hands." Elijah said coldly and Tywin stood up.

"Maybe there is to be no bedding ceremony. We should allow the new couple to retire." Tywin says as you took Elijah's hand taking him to your wedding chambers.

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You woke feeling arms tighten around your waist and smiled remembering what happen. You had consummated your marriage to your new husband. Elijah hummed enjoying the feeling you kiss his face.

"Good morning my beloved wife." Elijah sounded sleepy and his voice sounding husky. Elijah pressed more kisses on your bare skin and touching what ever he could reach.

Morning beloved." You say rolling over kissing Elijah. You giggled when Elijah rolled you both over trapping you under him. Elijah nuzzle your neck pressing closer to you.

"Shall revist last night?" Elijah teased you making you flush wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Yes...my Lord husband." You said shyly pulling Elijah closer as you both indeed revist last night.

#rere's stories #elijah mikaelson imagine #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson fluff #elijah x reader #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones imagine

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don't blame me

a/n: I think this one was requested in the comments! hopefully you enjoy it! also, i made up villains sort of because my brain broke warning(s): mention of blood and injury word count: 283

Agatha looked on to your crumbled form lying still on the ground. The two of you were surrounded, asailants smirking as they continued to close in on what they thought would be a clean kill. Agatha's mind kept replaying the last few minutes, hours, taunting her with the vision of you collasping.

It was supposed to be a peaceful evening, with you and her meeting up for coffee before going to your apartment for a marathon of the original Barbie movies. But now, she watched as your blood trickled onto the pavement, staining the grey a gruesome red. She couldn't understand why you would take the blow for her, why you would risk your precious life for someone of her nature. The air surrounding her crackled with energy, encompasing the attackers. With your image burned into her eyes, Agatha conjured magic to wrap around their throats, rage fueling her energy.

Everything went dark.

Your eyes flickered open, vision blurry.

You couldn't comprehend what you were seeing.

Bodies flying, their armor and weapons being stripped from them, disentragrating in front of your eyes. A thump sounded by your ear, startling you to sit up. You scrambled away once you saw what it was. The body of one of your attackers, disfigured beyond measure, purple magic weaving beneath his skin. A booted foot kicked him away from you, your girlfriend looking down at you, concern glowing in her blue eyes.

Blood was splattered across her face as she kneeled next to you, arms reaching out to comfort you.

You'd never been more attracted to her.

As she brought you into her warm arms, she whispered in your ears.

"Don't blame me, love made me crazy."

a/n: i apologize for the cheesiness of the end and the overall writing but i thought i should come back to this series!!

#agatha harkness #agatha harkness x fem!reader #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness fanfic

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hi! I was wondering if you could do a reaction for chishiya and kuina on an s/o that likes horror films? Thank you so much n I love your work 🥺

⋆｡°✩ chishiya, arisu, and kuina reaction - their s/o likes horror movies

warnings: kinda ooc chishiya, pretend that he would use petnames, does anyone actually remember goosebumps ??

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i love horror movies so this was really easy and fun to write lol i hope you like it :))

gn reader (no pronouns used)

⋆｡°✩ chishiya

word count 283 i'm obsessed with doctor chishiya slknsl

“what do you mean you’ve never seen halloween?” you stare at chishiya in shock. “we have to watch it. right now. stay put, i’ll go make some popcorn.”

he watches as you make your way into the kitchen, pulling out a pot and a packet of kernels. he silently makes his way into the kitchen, as you heat the pot over the stove and pull out a stick of butter. “it’s just a movie,” he says.

“it’s not just a movie,” you reply. “it’s iconic! it’s halloween! do you even know michael meyers?” chishiya stifles his smile as you continue, melting the butter in the pot before adding the kernels in. “i can’t believe we’ve been together all this time and you’ve never watched one of the best classic horror movies out there.” he slinks over to the other side of the island, sitting down at one of the barstools as you continue. “have you seen scream? or saw? what about texas chainsaw massacre? we have to watch that one too!”

“whatever you want, honey.” you lean over to turn the stove down, monitoring the popcorn to make sure it doesn’t burn. chishiya stands, standing behind you. his hands gently rest on your hips before he pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist. “which other movies have i been missing out on?”

“friday the 13th, nightmare on elm street…” chishiya presses a kiss against your shoulder. “we should watch the goosebumps series too, i used to love that show.”

he pauses, leaning his head on your shoulder. “was that the show with the murderous piano?”

you laugh before chishiya reaches over to turn the stove off. “i think so.”

⋆｡°✩ arisu

word count 234 he's so cute idc that he's terrified

“ah!” arisu gasps at the jumpscare, nearly throwing himself into you in his panic. you poorly attempt to stifle your laugh, covering your face as arisu glares at you. “i can’t believe this. you’re laughing at me!”

“i’m not,” you whine.

“you are!” arisu fails to hide his own smile, playfully pushing you away. you wrap your arms around him, slightly tightening your grip in retaliation.

“okay, fine,” you sigh, keeping arisu in your hold. he squirms against you but doesn’t pull away. “i’m sorry for laughing.”

he relents after a few seconds, pulling you up into a hug. “i guess i can forgive you,” he dramatically sighs, throwing his head back. “but you’ll need to repay me for your betrayal.” you blink up at arisu curiously. the movie has been all but forgotten, still playing in the background.

“cuddles?”

he bites back a smile, nodding. “cuddles.”

you’re quick to push him down onto the couch, maneuvering his body so his back is against your chest. you peer over his shoulder at the screen, wrapping an arm around his waist. arisu curls into your arms, propping himself up with his hand. he pulls your hand up, intertwining your fingers together. he presses a kiss against your knuckles, letting out a content sigh. “i love you.” he murmurs.

you lean forwards to press a kiss against his shoulder, nuzzling against him. “i love you too.”

⋆｡°✩ kuina

word count 286 does the end make sense ??

“don’t move,” kuina whines, holding your face in place as she spreads the cold mixture against your skin. you flinch back a little, trying to ignore the ticklish feeling of the silicone brush. she squints at you in the dim lighting, tilting your face to make sure she covers each area of skin. “there, all done.” she smiles, handing the brush to you. “now do me.”

“your skin is already perfect though,” you murmur, gently brushing the clay mask onto her face. you’re extra careful around her eyes, leaning in a little to make sure you’re covering all of her skin.

you jump back when kuina suddenly leans forwards to press her lips against yours in a quick kiss. she throws her head back in laughter as you sit in shock before chuckling yourself. “sorry,” she whispers, readjusting to calm herself down. “i couldn’t help myself.”

you shake your head, pulling her back down so you can finish applying the mask. “stay still.”

as soon as you finish applying the mask, kuina reaches over to grab the remote, turning on the tv. she scrolls through a few channels before gasping. “they’re playing scream!”

“the original?” you ask, setting the skincare products aside.

she nods, grabbing onto your hand and pulling you to sit next to her. “i love this movie.”

“you love matthew lillard,” you tease. kuina leans into you, pushing you down onto your back so you’re laying on the couch. she makes herself comfortable on your chest as you wrap your arms around her waist.

“i could be the stu to your billy,” she smiles up at you. you press a kiss against her forehead.

“as long as you don’t get us both killed.”

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NETIZENS DEMAND NCT MISUN’S REMOVAL FROM GROUP

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ҉ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ୭̥⋆*｡ published november 1, 2016 ╱ written by sunsing

Netizens are banding together to demand Misun’s removal from NCT Dream.

On August 21, SM Entertainment announced SM Rookie Misun to join the group and NCT will be co-ed. Netizens released a statement on social media and claimed they sent a protest truck to the SM Entertainment company building.

Protest trucks as those shown below were sent outside the SM Entertainment building in Seongsu-dong on November 1 KST, displaying the following messages:

KANG SUNHYE, THE NUISANCE. BE USEFUL AND LEAVE.

KANG SUNHYE OUT. GET OUT.

REMOVE MISUN FROM NCT.

In the statement, netizens stated, “We demand the departure of Misun (Kang Sunhye) from the group NCT. This arises from a series of controversial opinions of the public, which we believes negatively impact SM and NCT’s professional image. Since the announcement, dans have been relentlessly campaigning for Kang Sunhye’s exit from NCT Dream. However, SM Entertainment has maintained a deafening silence on the matter, and the artist has continued to perform under the name NCT Dream. […] There is no doubt that there is a negative public opinion towards Kang Sunhye, who has since debuted after causing controversy over her debut in a boy group as the only girl.”

These fans demanded that Misun would be removed from the group to improve the overall image of the group and company and also demanded that NCT Dream continues their activities as a 7-member unit group consisting of Mark, Renjun, Jeno, Haechan, Jaemin, Chenle, and Jisung.

There is a divided reaction to the trucks and statement, some netizens believe the trucks are a waste of money and cross the line.

What do you think?

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[ +4023, -293 ] If people are this upset then SM should listen. What use does a girl have in a boy group, anyway? … Well … Besides … ㅋㅋㅋ

[ +3585, -193 ] Stop wasting money. These truck protests are nothing but a way to vent your anger in an unsightly way.

[ +3284, -228 ] These people are going overboard.

[ +2933, -394 ] Why couldn’t she have debuted with the other girls ?

[ +2377, -122 ] Ah, the trouble this girl is causing … Not even worth it. ㅋㅋㅋ She’s barely even pretty.

[ +1976, -283 ] Kang Sunhye … Fighting!! I’m always here.

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