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Just discovered half of my links in my masterlist(s) are broken despite the fact they were working a couple days ago 🙄
Such a fun task ahead of me this weekend then 🙃
If anyone knows how or why links seems to not be working and any potential fixes that would be grand! The current issue seems to be mobile where it’s taking me out if the app but instead of showing the page in browser it’s showing this tag search instead:
#bloody dumblr#what I don’t get is the link in my library account to my masterlist is fine and they’re the SAME LINK
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Your fan, Seonghwa (part 1)
(your fan ml)
🛸 pairing: seonghwa x nerdfluencer & physicist!reader
🛸 genre: romance, fluff, mutual pining
🛸 summary: a bulletpoint-style wordstream of what it would be like if seonghwa was stanning you
🛸 wordcount: 5.4k
🛸 warnings/tags: language, SCIENCE, astrophysics, may the force be with you, scientific formulas, lego obsession, yunho driving, hongjoong jealousy and fatigue, seonghwa just wants someone to be a nerd with, lmk if anything else
🛸 taglist: [temporarily removed because... dumblr]
🛸 a/n: Hello there my loves <3 here is part 1 for Your Fan Seonghwa! The end is nigh and I am in denial ;~; Much love and biggest hugs <3
"Hold up, are you... no.... NOT THIS!!! NOT LIKE THIS!!! GUYS WE HAVE LOST HIM!!!
A wild Wooyoung crashed Seonghwa's dorm room, and yelled bloody murder as he saw what could only be described as cursed scriptures on the older member's phone screen. It was unmistakable... they were FORMULAS... EQUATIONS... THE MOMENT WHEN MATHS SUDDENLY HAD MORE LETTERS THAN NUMBERS...
"What???? What is happening???" a confused Mingi, who was passing by the room while walking down the corridor, called out and peered in. Wooyoung was crouched on the floor, clenching his shirt as though he was having a heart attack.
"He is... HE IS WATCHING PHYSICS LECTURES." That was enough for Mingi to shriek, and be joined by San, who collapsed onto his knees right at the door, and beat it a couple of times with his fist, and screamed:
"HE HAS BEEN POSSESSED NOOOOOO..."
"I think I am about to pass out this is disgusting..." Wooyoung whispered to himself, not noticing Yunho creep into the room, assessing the damage.
"Bro you are supposed to be a role model and you do this?" Yunho asked shaking his head in disapproval.
"This is to answer the question of whether Tatooine's twin stars could be a real thing and actually have planets forming around them. It is really nicely explained and informative, and I highly recommend it." Seonghwa's voice remained level while he was observing the reactions of his fellow members - just as he had expected, and intended.
"That's what they all say... and then they go get a degree..." Yeosang interjected while walking by the room, every bit a mourning man.
"Hey STEM is also cool!" Seonghwa added making the group erupt in waves of groans and gasps.
"WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON, YOU TRAITOR?" Wooyoung shouted out, having turned borderline manic at this point.
"I really can't see why we split the sciences and liberal arts in such a hardcore way. I mean, the really awesome stuff happens when we combine them, right?"
The eldest member was just having fun taking the piss at this point, knowing that if anybody was distant to science, it was the majority of ATEEZ. With the exception of Yeosang, but he felt the natural sciences to be a moral trigger so he was not destroying the 'not quite STEM fond' agenda.
"You know what, keep on watching it you corrupt man, but out of my sight for my sake."
"First of all, you are the one who barged into my room for some fucking reason. Second of all, okay then, I'll tell you about dark matter and dark energy later."
"What?" Wooyoung, who had already picked himself up off the floor and was in process of slowly getting out of the room, suddenly froze and turned his head dramatically.
"Space is fun, you should 'open up your eyes open up your mind' a bit."
"Yeah that's why I'm asking you to give me that space and keep some space between us. I don't want to have a stress-induced stroke or something."
"Do you even have a brain to have a stroke with?" Hongjoong entered the room, making his way to his bed, done with the younger member's antics, and moderately disinterested in whatever cursed content Seonghwa was indulging in in his free time.
"I swear, the more time I spend in the studio, the more shit goes down at home and I end up finding out via Twitter or as a public announcement. Can science explain that, Hwa?" Hongjoong called out while rubbing his face with his hands in an attempt to fight sleep.
"Nah, don't know anything about psychology, sorry."
"Oooh how does that make you feel Joongie?" San tried to prod.
"Scram, you menace, show's over." Hongjoong aimed with a pillow, ready to start physical violence, but the threat seemed to carry across well enough, "San, I have yet to think of consequences for you and your bloody international conspiracies, so for you I am auto-pissed."
"Aight, I'm boutta head out." Yunho raised his hands and grabbed both San and Wooyoung by the collars, and dragged them out. Mingi was polite enough to just follow along.
"Have a NICE TIME!" Seonghwa merely smiled as a frustrated Wooyoung slammed the door to the older member's dorm and stomped off, obviously not satisfied with the lack of a scoop. He was in dire need of tea, and the one member that had not yet revealing ANYTHING at all was just going insane with his space obsession - not good enough.
Seonghwa knew that he would not be attacked. He had a foolproof strategy to hide himself. And it was the power of natural sciences and mathematics. All he had to do was switch screens and he would have one of your 'professional' videos playing. One where it was just your voice, and a digital blackboard occupying the entire screen, with you writing formula after formula.
He found it challenging to pick up on all the things you said in your more academically intense videos (at least straight away), but your passion was addictive, and Seonghwa had discovered that you were brilliant at providing analogies for concepts that were hard for him. This had resulted in him proudly being able to calculate redshift, and relative magnitudes (with these endeavours having been done in secret, on envelopes or napkins, out of everyone's sight).
This kind of study-along had become one of the ways in which Seonghwa decided he could connect with you without being grilled by the other members. The only one who had raised an eyebrow and had taken his behaviours with suspicion had been Hongjoong, but with no other evidence, the captain could not make him walk the plank.
If he wanted to unwind and treat your videos almost like relaxing ASMR, he either went to your other channel where you did 'researcher vlogs' or focused on the videos that were whole sessions dedicated to simply nerding out over your favourite things. Which just so happened to be incredibly similar to his. To Seonghwa, there was nothing better than your ability to combine your professional knowledge and total shitposting.
He loved how you would include Star Wars memes in otherwise serious videos. How you would dive into the great depths and divulge the details of something like the impact of destruction over Endor, or the flight dynamics of space craft in Star Wars, or the famous discussion of vibrations in space, and how all sound in the movie should be treated as an interpretation for the audience, rather than something that the characters could actually hear.
You had also mentioned a couple of times about Star Wars figurines and LEGO sets, which had sent his heart ablaze, but so far, had never shown even as much as a hint at a collection - which he had written to you about in the comments of one of your YouTube videos using a fake account.
He had almost squealed when he saw that you had favourited the comment, and replied to it with a quick 'perhaps soon ;)'. It really meant nothing, and anyone could have written the same thing in half a second, but it was you, and he suddenly understood in much greater depth how ATINY probably felt when he read their comments out during a live.
Seonghwa had discovered you when searching for a clip from one of the Star Wars films, a clip which you had just so happened to have analysed. He had been curious about what you had to say, so he simply clicked, not knowing that this was the start of something much greater.
First, the thought you were a YouTuber who produced Star Wars related content. Next, he thought you were an adorable nerd who liked space. Then, he thought you were an incredibly intelligent and multifaceted individual who had a broad range of interests, fascinating experiences, and a passion for science. And finally, he figured out that you were a fully fledged researcher working towards her PhD in astrophysics in a high profile institute, were hilarious, what he would consider a genius, and yet were supremely humble, down to earth (he found it interesting to describe you in that way while you were studying everything that surrounded the planet) and so genuine.
He did not consider himself a fan at all, because he simply wanted to get to know you, off camera In real life. Seonghwa had a crush on you from the get-go. And the opportunity to meet had presented himself out of the blue, and on the best day possible, when a schedule had just been canceled. In the community tab on your channel you had announced that you would be doing a small meet and greet in a specific location, and that if anyone wanted to pop by during a set period of time, you would be there.
It was set. He was going to pull 99z tactic and make a run for it. This was critical. Much to his dismay, once he checked the map, he saw that the 'venue' you had chosen, which turned out to be one of the 'dream-ity' cafes was... far. Very far. Especially for him, since it was either public transport and high exposure risk, or walking which would just send him to go meet people in the after life instead.
He had no choice. Seonghwa needed a partner in crime. But there was only one who fit the role anyways. He needed Yunho. Upon receiving a cryptic text from the eldest member, he ambled into the room, a smirk on his face.
"So? What do you need me for? Does Cinderella need to head to the ball?"
"Honestly, kind of. I need to attend this one event, but it is far." Seonghwa kept his descriptions vague, not wanting to reveal too much too soon.
"Why not grab one of the drivers?" Yunho narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms.
"This is a private matter."
"Well you know I need details now. And I am not moving anywhere until I get them."
Yunho could feel where this was going. He could see that familiar glint in Seonghwa's eyes. This was peak 'I am crushing, I know it, but I don't want to tell you' behaviour. Finally, the old man found a potential special someone. This was a day to celebrate.
"I said, private." Seonghwa reiterated. Yunho did not really need to know the details, because he was already on board, but it was fun to annoy Seonghwa when he could.
"Hey, what if you are going to go be murdering people, then I would need to bring cling film and plastic bags at least. State your business."
"If you drive me there I know you will snoop anyways, so why tell?"
Damn. He was good.
"Oh that sounds spicy, okay I'm in. But wait shouldn't we let Hongjoong know that we are going out? It'll be less suspicious that way - too many members have made the mistake of not having him on their side already."
"You make a good point, JOOOOOOOONG?" Seonghwa stood up to start getting ready. If he was to make it to the fan meet closing, he needed to be heading out of the door right about now. Yunho caught on and rapidly hobbled out to grab his jacket and mask against any in-car paparazzi photos.
"Yo?" Hongjoong poked his head into the room, and took a swig of the mid-evening coffee he had in his hand.
"Yunho and I are going on a trip." Seonghwa explained, whilst inspecting himself in the mirror, styling his hair.
"In our favourite rocket ship." Yunho returned, playing with the car keys, and decided that Hongjoong needed a bigger headache today.
"Zooming through the sky." Seonghwa understood the assignment and picked up on the song cue.
"Little Einstein." Yunho leaned over and whisper screamed into Hongjoong's ear, making him shudder and lean far back.
"What in tarnation?"
"Don't worry about it Joongie we shall be back shortly."
"Uh so no one will explain why??? NOR WHERE????"
Hongjoong shouted at the already closed front door.
But little did Seonghwa and Yunho know, Hongjoong had a talent for running down the emergency stairs of the apartment building faster than the elevator moved. And he also could hide behind the car so effectively, that the pair only noticed his form chilling in the back seat when Yunho had already started the engine and was about to drive out.
"Hongjoong WHAT are you doing here, how???" Seonghwa yelled after having his soul momentarily depart from his body when he saw Hongjoong's dark silhouette in the front mirror. In the meantime, Yunho was struggling to contain a fit of giggles, and was grasping onto the steering wheel for dear life.
"I have special powers. And I want to find out who you are going to go meet and hell's ass o'clock. I don't need another midnight concert-goer or gym rat."
"Don't worry, I'm more tame than that."
Yunho smiled to himself. There already was progress - Seonghwa was revealing more and more about who in the world he wanted to go see.
After having finally arrived to the location, with Hongjoong whining that it was so far and that the other members were probably already burning the dorms down, they stopped. Seonghwa made no move towards getting out of the car, instead looking off into the darkness, observing some figures moving about.
He was trying to make sense of where you were, so that he could find the best moment to enter the scene. The other two members went quiet at the same exact time, just observing Seonghwa, who seemed to have been able to locate a target.
He spotted you waving to a couple of people who just departed from the cafe, officially leaving you as the only one left. The cafe had already closed, so you were loitering outside, and checking something on your phone. Illuminated by the streetlights, you were like a fairy tale. It was difficult for Seonghwa to convince himself that it actually was you in front of him and not some illusion. What if it was just his wishful thinking? Well, only one way to find out.
He huffed, threw on a black cap and checked his mask was not wonky, and opened the car door. Hongjoong was about to call out to him, but Yunho was quick to react and rapidly extended his arm out, nearly hitting the captain in the face but at least preventing him from making noise.
Seonghwa bolted to you as soon as he looked around and confirmed that there were no curious eyes - he was not about to lose all rationality, as much as he wanted to.
Yunho and Hongjoong were watching the scene unfold with wide eyes and jaws dropped to the floor. Only now did Hongjoong realise that this weird outing was about that ONE YOUTUBE PERSON Seonghwa kept on watching. Hongjoong should have seen it coming, considering how a couple of members had found love via social media. Of course, Seonghwa was going to be an internet creep. How else.
"YO YUNHO WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?"
"Livestreaming for chat, duh. I'm sending updates."
"THE GUYS DO NOT NEED TO KNOW??? Hey give me the phone-"
"Can you even reach that far? Hah Woo is flipping out and saying he is sad he can't say 'no bitches' to Seonghwa every morning anymore."
"Seriously though stop sending pics this is literally-"
"Once ATEEZ, always ATEEZ. We know ALL."
When Seonghwa approached you and called you by your name, you were all ears. For some reason, you had felt the need to stay behind, just a little longer. Your heart had told you so - and apparently, it was clairvoyant or very well-attuned to world vibrations. Here was a mysterious stranger, clad in black, talking to you. Part of you was a little afraid, but there was nothing a little lab-made spray that was in your pocket could not do. You put away your phone, and began to reach for the item, but at the last second decided to ask for your fan's name.
Seonghwa could not lie. It would not sit right with him. Besides, he only recently had seen what kind of shit went down when that happened - also known as San fighting a love war on too many fronts. So, after a moment of deliberation, he uncovered his face, and quietly whispered a "Park Seonghwa..."
And that made you flip, as you clapped your hands in excitement, your face lighting up with the widest grin you could muster.
"SO WAIT WHO EXACTLY IS A FAN OF WHO? WHO IS TAKING PHOTOS WITH WHO?"
Seonghwa was unable to process, basically forgetting that he was an idol and people could know him, even though seconds ago he was in full sneak mode. Hearing you say his name with so much glee did things to him.
"Uh... I am... definitely... A fan... so..." he was trying to force out, unable to break focus from the joy you were experiencing.
"Well same here! And more specifically yourself! I'll be honest, it's one of your Lego assembly lives that did it and introduced me to ATEEZ, since uh, you know, we are fellow Star Wars appreciators."
Seonghwa totally was not contemplating whether it was considered too early to marry a person who he had officially met only a couple of minutes ago.
It was not the stage presence, nor was it the talent and skill oozing from this man that had been the thing that hooked you in initially. You had grown to appreciate that later, and became a bit of a fan, but what had been the little lightbulb moment that helped you discover Seonghwa and ATEEZ, was Lego. You were a proud internet dweller, and enjoyed traversing content that was associated with your areas of interest regularly, so as soon as you saw Star Wars and Lego in a just finished livestream on a channel called ATEEZ, you had to check it out.
And that was how you came face to face with an incredibly handsome, yet somehow still cute man who was raving about what was your favourite game, toy, arguably way of life, of all time. All at once. After reading through some comments that were under the video, you figured out his name, his occupation, that "his duality was no joke", that he was "ethereal and was making people melt", that people would be happy if he rearranged them like the little building blocks, that his name was star related... and that he was an avid Star Wars fan.
Well there was no choice for you but to at least respect this man. And that respect, quickly enough, turned into you listening to "This Is ATEEZ" on loop on Spotify, and making your colleagues passively memorise some of the songs because of how many times they had graced their ears. Their videos were probably the only deviation from the usual astrophysics lectures and movie clips that you had in your recommended on YouTube, and you were pretty happy with that. They hit your 2AM 'need to work on my five projects but am derailed by sleep debt and lack of caffeine' funny bone alarmingly well.
Once your a tid-bit oblivious self finally recognised the legend that was in front of you, you became an unstoppable wave of compliments. It was only fair, and the least you could do. He had come to your meet and greet, waited for hell knows how long, all while most likely having a billion other more important things to do.
Seonghwa was blushing into infinity, but you continued. You mentioned that you often cranked up ATEEZ tunes when working in the labs, and Seonghwa was ready to become total mush then and there.
Your conversation then eventually turned back to the original point of the fan meeting - to talk science fiction and outer space, and you stated that you would be more than happy to show Seonghwa some of the more serious work that you did. Realising that you were pretty much asking him out, Seonghwa was giddy, and wasted no time in agreeing with you and asking when.
Without thinking about it much and just deciding on the spot to take the risk, you ask for his phone, saying that ,such ventures would require closer collaboration', with a smile.
In the meantime, Hongjoong was screaming in the car, having a metaphorical heart attack, while Yunho was now on video call with the rest of ATEEZ, doing something similar to a live broadcast - an attempt which the captain could hear was being guided by none other than Yeosang, who, amidst the hoots and tease after tease, was explaining (unprompted) the theory behind live on-scene reporting as though he had been called on by a teacher.
Hongjoong could not take his eyes away from the exchange between you and Seonghwa. While he could not say many details about you, his friend was like an open book to him, and every twist, every turn, every tilt that he could recognise (no thanks to the distance between the parked vehicle and the two of you), Hongjoong could see that Seonghwa was deeply into you. Far too deeply for it to be just a little passing interest.
As Seonghwa texted you and you confirmed the numbers have indeed been exchanged, you suggested to take a photo together, so you could use each other's halves for profile pics and he decided that he was yours even if you did not need him in your life. A resounding series of 'brooooo's resounded from the call as Yunho tried to focus the camera on the scene, despite Hongjoong shouting 'creep' at him.
After setting up communication, organising what you both had agreed was to be a date and parting ways, Seonghwa waddled back into the car like the happiest duckling of all time. Literally could not speak while Hongjoong was punching his shoulder repeatedly.
Yunho shook Seonghwa's hand and Wooyoung could be heard HOLLERING over the phone and begging for Yunho to show Seonghwa's face, which was glowing. He became eternal sunshine.
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For your date (and yes he kept on chanting this in his head) Seonghwa decided to make you a rose out of Lego, and glued it together so that it could be a permanent piece that would not be damaged while being transported. Whilst in the process of making it, he had to fight off the 99z menaces, only managing to get rid of them when he went against his nature and littered the floor with spare Lego pieces like a minefield.
Hongjoong has been on edge ever since the so-called fan meet, eyeing Seonghwa whenever he would as much as touch his phone, and try peek over his shoulder if he began to smile like a lovesick fool. The captain was doing just about the same thing now, watching Seonghwa as he was making finishing touches on the rose.
"Hey, Hwa, can I at least meet her? Or like learn more about her?"
"As long as you don't stalk me and her, and meet her not in person not right now, sure."
"Bruh."
"I know you can and do creep on the interwebs."
"Dang it. The sad part is that you're right. Okay give me just like.... a rundown? Can I trust her?"
Seonghwa, proud of the gift he had just finished making, was now in the process of tidying up, carefully wiping the floor.
"If it helps, she is the kind of person to have to-do lists, me and her literally have an agenda set out, and she sent all location and time details in advance."
"Shit okay she is responsible-"
"She participated in a rocket launch."
"YOU WHAT FAM??" Hongjoong was shaken. How did this person have time for everything?
"Yeah. She is an astrophysicist, so she wasn't designing the rocket per se, but contributed in a different project phase."
"Damn, she might even be able to understand the ATEEZ lore with that brain."
"Uh huh."
"Can I come with you?"
"No." Seonghwa shut the leader down with a smile, twirling the flower between two of his fingers, as he thought about the evening ahead.
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Judging from your reaction to the surprise present, the rose might as well have been a newly discovered star - that was how you admired it, how you handled it, and how you turned into an automated praise dispenser towards Seonghwa - he was glad that the institute where you had decided it was safest to meet had a penchant for 'conserving energy' and kept the lights relatively dim, so you could not see just how red his ears were.
You decided that the best place to begin the tour would be the mini planetarium that was housed inside the institute. Seeing as you had exclusive access even after hours, it was an opportunity one simply could not pass up. As you led Seonghwa from one exhibit to another, and managed to guide him through it thanks to being here countless times already, you notice just how immersed he was, and caught flashes of near boyish excitement as you threw in a couple of references from popular culture, be it your favourite franchise or details from movies like Interstellar or The Martian.
Moving along, you led him to one of the stronger telescopes that were on site - even though they were not much compared to those in an observatory, and were more for fun rather than for research and real observation, it was definitely enough to make Seonghwa send out a barrage of questions regarding anything he could spot. To you, it was a rare occasion to meet someone outside of your field of work who was equally as excited about all things space. And of course, it was even rarer to have that person be a crush of yours.
Then, it was time for the final destination. Your pride and joy, one that you had spent quite some time decorating. Your office. Well, technically you shared it with other post graduates but they allowed you to go ham on the interior design so you considered the office to be mainly your space.
And THAT was where Seonghwa saw some parts of your collection, and was completely blown away. There was a glass cabinet position against a wall a bit further away from the entrance, and in it, he would spot The Razor Crest, a Hoth AT-ST, R2-D2, Luke Skywalker's Landspeeder, and many, many more. He gravitated towards the display, and his mind was spinning from the sheer glee of seeing such beauty. As he was taken by the sight, you left his side for a couple of seconds, and then returned, and poked his shoulder lightly.
When Seonghwa turned his head, he nearly yelped.
"Is that... A box... for the Mos Eisley Cantina?"
"Yeah, and I was wondering if you wanted to... assemble it, together?"
"A HUNDRED TIMES YES?"
You had never seen a man drop to the floor that quickly before. In a matter of seconds, Seonghwa was sitting, as one might say, 'criss cross apple sauce', and patting the space next to him, in front of him, wherever just please let's unpack this and get to it.
So you spend the whole night just making the model on the floor of your office, in your own little world, enjoying life.
Which of course meant that he came home at... 6AM, disregarding seventeen missed calls and forty-two texts from Hongjoong, looking like the happiest man alive. Which made the captain melt as he stored away the insults and scolding session he had prepared for later use - because it was Seonghwa after all, Seonghwa could be forgiven, and Seonghwa would make him clean the room probably.
So instead, he sat by Seonghwa's side as he flicked through photo after photo after photo, showing Hongjoong progress pics of the Lego assembly, with very aesthetically pleasing photos of you sprinkled all over his camera roll. It was far too clear - Seonghwa was down bad.
They had not noticed Yeosang slink into the room, but considering that he had stayed politely quiet, accepted his presence.
"Is my man... a goner? Do I need to ask my girlfriend to make a funeral fit?" Hongjoong asked.
"Hyung it is more likely to be a wedding fit do you see how smitten this guy is?" Yeosang interjected, posing a counter.
"Yeah and that is what scares me, I am barely keeping all of you guys under control and if this guy also goes off into a different orbit then I am actually going to be in a permanents crisis."
"Hongjoong you already are in a crisis... like all the time..." Yeosang was ready to fire this fine morning.
"And I am going to go into a melt down if Seonghwa is also gonna be out of it. My guy, if you crack and start sneaking out on top of spending so much time hell knows where I will actually lose my marbles, I need at least one responsible adult with me."
"Can I invite her over then? She'll be the responsible adult." Seonghwa quipped, stopping his swiping on one of his favourite photos of you, where you were concentrated on attaching a particularly small piece.
"Dude that is kind of..."
"Really she is so awesome. If anything, I would kick everybody else out." Seonghwa joked, though immediately apologised under his breath out of fear of getting the notorious slap of justice.
"Then what's the point?" Hongjoong was confused at the older member's logic.
"Well if you don't want me out of the dorms, that's my solution."
"I don't want you to be fully out of it, that's my point."
"Out of what?"
"The sigma grindset, maybe?"
"Bruh what even. Hypocrisy at its finest. Plus you yourself said she is responsible and an absolute legend." Seonghwa was not on board with the captain's attempts at stopping him. It only made him want to continue meeting up with you even more.
"That she is. I actually googled her not too long ago. Damn, she is... SMART. Have you seen how many sciency papers she wrote? And they are in journals!?" now that came to Seonghwa as a surprise. Although he knew a lot more about you in the personal sense, and enjoyed learning about your hobbies and interests, he had never fully dived into the work you did as he had deemed it above him, thus not a point of focus.
"Wait really? I did not look into that part, since I-"
"No you really have to take a look, it's crazy. If you think that her channel is intense with info, this is next level. Those papers lost me at the title."
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And so, Seonghwa looked. And looked some more. Tried to read. Pretended to understand or at least skim and appreciate even though it made him progressively more miserable and planted seeds of doubt and ridiculous conclusions that he was somehow 'inadequate'. And on your subsequent dates, Seonghwa became more and more preoccupied with appearing 'smarter', rather than fully being himself. He wanted to be more academic with you, feeling like that was what you deserved. As days turned into weeks, he found himself regularly looking at your work, reminding himself that he would never be able to achieve this, and regarding you as someone out of his league. He was prone to self-doubt, and here, out of the blue, all fuses were blown and all alarms triggered. The final straw was when a student, younger than both of you, who was doing a research placement at the institute, gave you a call, and Seonghwa could understand virtually NOTHING that was said aside from hello and goodbye even though he was pretty sure all had been in Korean. He wanted to shut down. He could not imagine keeping up.
Thankfully, you knew a thing or two about stars and could tell when they started to shine a little less brightly.
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so my queue tag here on my TEAM WOOF CENTRAL blog is #a wolf and his queueman which is a bloody terrible pun for the non-phrase "a wolf and his human" which i imagine not a lot of folk even get bc it's bloody terrible. but i love it when dumblr™ is being its extra faulty shitty self and doesn't remember my frequently used tags so i have to rely on my phone's pred text instead and, after i type the letter "a", it recalls the words "wolf", "and", "his" but then always offers up the word "wife" next. like every. single. time. which i think is both funny af and 100% accurate actually. eternal sterek etc
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Hills and Valleys
Synopsis: Legend has it that Halloween is strictly for the scares. With ghouls and goblins, vampires and werewolves, witches and broomsticks, who could disagree?
However, all this friend group wanted was a little trick or treat. Sprinkle in a few party favors, loud music and a cabin in the woods, the myth was bound to come true.
Lurking around the corner is danger like never before, eager to bring this night to a bloody finish.
So join these friends as they fight to make it through a Hallween they’ll never forget.
Word Count: 3506
Warnings: murdaaaa, tha big reveal
Chapter 6 - Jasons POV
A/N: this is legit like my 5th attempt at uploading this damn fic. From the warnings to the word count to the moodboard to the story all the way down to the fucking tagsssss 😩 I am TIRED. Almost turned my phone into jello over Dumblr. So please, enjoy; cause tears def went into this.
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“What’s with the scrutiny all of a sudden?” Emery challenged. “You know I could say the same for you Jason, the same for all of us really; cause where was anyone when our friends were fighting for their lives?” she sniffled. “All we have to do is sit here til sunrise and we can’t even do that.”
As annoying as I find Emery, she made a decent point. Where was I? Where was anyone and how did this manage to happen unheard? Do I actually believe Lorenzo did it? Not really. He’s lost arguably the two closest people in his friend group, cradling Stephanie in his arms for God knows how long. For a second I almost believed he’d break through the window if it meant he could reach out and hold Julianna much the same; his behaviour eerily composed, reminding me of the calm before the storm - and what a shit storm it’s turned out to be.
Serving in the military, I was taught to survive in extreme atmospheric conditions; training to fight in places as scorching as the desert and as icy as the snow. Our exercises also saw us in unsturdy places such as the choppy currents of the water, arms linked together as we floated on the surface for hours. The sky was no exception either, learning to parachute from altitudes so high the air was all but limited. It wasn’t my dream to fight for this country but, life happens. And while it did come with its perks, I wouldn’t recommend any sane person to join. I’ve scraped so many bodies off the battlefield and sent so many others to meet their maker, I’ve become somewhat desensitized to death - learning to keep calm during the most chaotic and life threatening moments because it’s only then that I was able to live to tell the tale. And that’s what I’ve been attempting since we all found ourselves locked in this place - surviving, lending out my experience to the team who quite frankly doesn't deserve it at this point. All I can do is stay calm long enough to see this night through.
“I think we should waterboard the fucker.”
And here the fuck we go. I’ve never pegged Lynn for such a firecracker but I get it. After all, this night is drawing all sorts of emotions from people: showing our true colors when the universe dangles something so priceless before us.
It's been said that about 1800 people have jumped from the golden gate bridge, yet only 35 have survived the fall. And each person that’s survived has explicitly stated that they regretted jumping halfway through the fall, realising, in the face of imminent danger, just how solvable all their problems seemed. Much like tonight, in what happened to be a party gone horribly wrong, recovering bodies littered around the house like candies during an easter egg hunt, only then do you realise how desperately you want to live. Many people are familiar with the term fight or flight, but what goes most overlooked is a secret third thing - fear. Fear so intense it freezes you to one spot like a deer in headlights, too afraid to move from the oncoming beams of tragedy. But another emotion fear pulls from us is survival, an emotion so fierce that you’d find yourself doing just about anything to have it; even going as far as to commit interrogation tactics of torture.
“Exactly which fucker are you referring to?” Emery questioned.
“Whoever the fucker is responsible for this mess.”
“Go ahead and point them out for us since you know every damn thing.”
They’re on their own with this one. I can't deal with the bickering. I'm used to organized and thought provoking responses in such situations; my irritation rising the more it sinks in just how wet they are behind the ears.
“Lorenzo, you’re one more insult away from me socking you in the face.”
“Whatever Lynn, what you should hit is the books you dumbass,” he retorts.
Throwing her shoe at him, it just barely misses his face; Emery stepping in to call them both childish.
“So help me God if you don’t get your shit together, I’m gonna whoop you like your parents should have.”
“Fuck you Lenny, at least my parents were active enough in my life not to let me get raised by the help.”
“Parent,” Lorenzo enunciated. “Had your dad been able to afford the help, maybe your mom would’ve stuck around you motherless bitch.”
Well shit.
“Jason, do something!”
“Right, uhhh all shoes in the middle of the floor,” I instructed.
“Asshole.”
I don’t know why Emery insists on calling me out. Everyone, despite tonight’s circumstances, in this room is responsible for their own actions. Yet she expects me to jump in the middle of their bullshit every time. I don't know what kind of savior complex they have going on, but I won’t be a part of it. I barely want to be with sugar at this point.
“Lenny you motherfucker, two parents plus the help and yet no one taught you what it means to have common decency; no wonder women can’t wait to get rid of you.”
“Well if it isn’t the whore of Babylon here to teach us a lesson about keeping partners. Tell you what, you teach me how to keep a woman and I’ll teach you how to get rid of the clap.”
“Sex shaming is not cool,” Emery criticized.
“And neither is half the things that's been flapping past Lynn's lying ass lips,” Lorenzo retorted. “If you’re gonna be biased, do so from the corner of the room, cause you’re at about arms length right now and that’s not good for you.
“Would you seriously hit me?” she ridiculed.
I would.
“Are you surprised Em, this is the same piece of shit who yanked Julez arm so hard, it left bruises.”
“You dramatic whore, no the fuck I did not.”
“And that was in front of an entire crowd, who knows what you’re capable of behind closed doors huh? Drowning? Slicing?”
“Sounds like you’re in the mood to find out.”
“Tell me their last words to you as you watched them fight for their lives you piece of shit.”
“YOU GUYS PLEASE.”
Oh my God.
“Shut your mouth Lynn.”
“Tell me every horrifying detail about what fucked you up so bad that you’d turn on your own friends in such a way.”
“I won't ask you again.”
“Steph probably begged you to finish her off didn’t she? Eager to get the hell away from you and your perverted advances.”
For a big guy, Lorenzo’s pretty damn swift. Maybe it’s because all those drinks are still sloshing around in my bloodstream but my cat like senses wasn’t quick enough to catch him.
Angrily lunging toward Lynn his hands are tightly wrapped around her throat, arms trembling from the forceful hold. Beads of sweat drip down his forehead, while spittled foam gathers at the corners of his mouth. Blinking away tears, thick veins line the surface of his neck, incoherent mumbling tumbling past his lips.
Sugar desperately beats at his arms, struggling for air he refuses to give her and my anger shoots through the roof, their foolishness pissing me off for the final time. It takes both me and Emery to tear Lorenzo away from sugar, his grip firm and unrelenting. For a second I feared that he actually intended to kill her. Once we finally manage to drag him away, it takes me putting my full weight on this man, using one of my hand to hand combat moves to lock him into place.
Pinned beneath me, I scream to Emery to grab anything strong enough to tie his arms together. She brings me back one of the kitchen towels and I roll us sideways so that she can wrap it around his hands.
“I - I can't do it, he won’t stop thrashing his arms.”
“For fucksake Emery TRY, there’s only so much I can do right now.
With lots of wiggling and flailing, Emery manages a decent enough knot for me to turn him over and reinforce it. Sugar finally catches her breath before storming into the kitchen.
We sit Lorenzo in a chair while Emery tries to coax him into comfort. Standing up, he head butts me in the face, my nose immediately leaking blood from the impact. My fist returns the favor, knocking him back into the chair. Emery harshly tugs on my elbow, begging me to stop, and it takes everything in me to do just that because this fight was about to turn real unfair, real quick.
Dragging my arm across my face, I look about the room for anything to tie down his legs to the chair, coming up with some loose cloth, which undoubtedly was a part of someone’s costume.
“Fuck all of you,” Lorenzo screams.
“No Lenny, fuck you,” sugar screeched, thumping back to the room; a pitcher full of water cradled between her hands.
“Woah, woah, woah LYNNLEY. Are you fucking serious?”
“As a heart attack.”
“This is Lenny, the same Lenny we’ve known since middle school.”
“People change Em and I'm about to show you just how much.”
“Sugar, maybe we should-“
“Shut up, all of you.”
“I know there’s been a lot said tonight, some things in particular we can never take back,” Lorenzo sighed. “And I know tensions are high right now, but are they so high that you’d all sit there and watch me die.”
“Lorenzo, no one’s gonna kill anyone man.”
“It’s WATERBOARDING, you of all people should know that it can very well get fatal.”
“Enough of this.”
Grabbing a fistful of his hair, she pulls his head back, pouring enough water on him to drench his clothes, before being snatched away by Emery.
It's not nearly enough to kill him, but it does make for some discomfort, much like accidentally snorting a noseful of water once you dive inside a swimming pool. It burns but that's about it.
Coughing through his discomfort, I listen as sugar and Emery go back and forth over the severity of it all; and I briefly contemplate killing myself if it means that I won't have to deal with their nonsense. I honestly don't know if I can make it to sunrise like this and by the looks of it, neither will they.
Their bickering finally subsides, them agreeing only to question the man and nothing more. Of course Lorenzo detests it, that for no other reason than a hunch he’s guilty and lowkey he’s right. But then again, I'm not inserting myself into their madness. They’ve made it this far in this fucked up friend circle, they can make it the rest of the night.
“So lemme get this straight, you went upstairs to find cell signal and somehow found yourself next to a knife stricken Steph?”
“Lynn, ask your damn question.”
“How did you end up there and why?”
“My phone fell out of the window and I was looking for someone elses to use. It just so happened that Steph was the first person I found.”
“I think we should stop asking who may have done it, but why?” Emery proposed. “I feel like if we can figure out who had motive, we can narrow it down.”
“Well this is a pretty fucked up way to narrow things down. I'm literally tied to a chair.”
“That's because you choked me.”
“And I’ll do it again, you’ve been out of pocket since this whole thing started. How do we know you’re not the killer huh?
“Because I’m holding back from killing you now,” she shrieks.
Spitting, the thick glob lands directly on her chest, sugar all but emptying the contents of the pitcher onto his face; angrily clomping back into the kitchen to no doubt fill it again, but not before slapping him across the cheek.
Wet and stinging, that's quite the combination. I fear this has gone on long enough and it's only escalating. As much as I wanted to stay out of it, I think I better intervene.
Following sugar into the kitchen, I try to talk her out of this crazed state, her dazed pupils letting me know that she’s too far gone for reason. Pushing past me, she heads back into the living room where we see Emery struggling to untie the knots off Lorenzo, his violent coughing trying to dislodge the water that seeped into his lungs.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
“The hell does it look like I'm doing Lynn, this is mad and it needs to stop now.”
“Not until I get some answers.”
“People who talk, talk after their first contact with water,” I bargained. “And he’s not talking.”
“All that means is we have to get him talking then.”
“OR, it means he didn’t do it. You pour a bucket of water over someone’s nose and they’ll tell you whatever you want to hear if it means you’ll stop.”
“And yet you did it anyway,” she glared.
“There was a time where I would’ve died for all of you. I found a family in you guys and it filled a void I didn’t even know I had. And in one night, one measly fucking night I lose it all,” Lorenzo whimpered. “My best friend gets murdered without us ever properly mending things between us. I had to watch the love of my life die in my arms. And now, my other friend is actively trying to kill me, disregarding our decade long friendship all in the name of anger.
“Lorenzo, you did this to yourself!”
“LYNN, how fucking cruel can you be?”
“It’s alright Em, I’ve been known to be a bit of an asshole, though I’d like to think I meant well,” he bitterly chuckled, snot trickling down his nose. “Do me a favor and survive this fucked up night, cause God only knows who Lynn will turn on next. Not to mention that fucker over there,” he says, head nodding toward me. “Ain't it a little odd how all of this starts happening the moment he shows up? Yet I'm the one you helped him strap down to a chair. They ask what would you do for a klondike bar, but you better start asking what would Lynn do for a piece of dick, cause apparently it’s kill for it.”
“Lorenzo, I'm actually on your side. The only reason you’re even tied to that chair is because you attacked two people in this room,” I defended.
“And what's the reason I'm being waterboarded huh? Who weaseled that thought in her mind? You say you fight for your country? Motherfucker you can't even fight for the people in this room, but you like what’s happening huh?
“Not at all man.”
“We get it, I'm a dumb hoe, but you’re about to be a dead one if you don’t fess up.”
“And then what? You’ll let me go free?”
“Jason, please help me untie him,” Emery pleaded.
“Em don’t you fucking dare.”
Lunging toward her, hands get tangled into hair and nails get scratched into skin before I can get between them. It takes more strength than I care to give to hold Emery back, both she and sugar throwing around insults.
“Lynn I swear, you’re more trouble than you’re worth,” Lorenzo taunted. “YOU ARE THE CUM SHOT YOUR MOTHER SHOULDVE SWALLOWED. It would’ve saved your dad a lifetime of headaches and your mother the embarassm-“
Lorenzo’s words get cut off by the splashing of water, his gurgling noises buried under the guzzling of the pitcher. Emery goes wild, hitting my chest repeatedly and I toss her to the ground, jetting over to the scene behind me. Slapping the pitcher from Lynn’s hands, it's on the verge of empty, nothing but a trickle left inside as it splatters to the floor.
Lorenzo’s body furiously thrashes around, his chest caved in and head hung over with water spluttering from his mouth in an attempt to rid it from his body.
“Shit, Lynnley what the fuck did you do,” I screamed.
Emery is struggling to undo the knots, but all she’s doing is pulling them tighter together. I race over and lean the chair forward, hoping for gravity to expel some of the water from his airway, his body jerking about minorly.
“Why are you just standing there, find something to cut him loose.”
Scrambling into the kitchen, I hear dishes clinking and slamming together before Lynn comes running out with a knife, slicing through the cloth as best she can. The kitchen towel, since it was the thickest, took the longest and by the time we got him out the chair and on the floor, his fits has ceased.
Getting into position, I lock my hands together and press down on his chest, 30 times just like we did in training.
“Emery, once I count to 30 I need you to tip his head back and blow two big breaths into his mouth okay.”
“And what do I do?”
“Stay the fuck over there, I doubt he’d want your help at this point,” Emery yelled.
We do five sets of 30 compressions. The CPR forces out some of the water but Lorenzo is still unconscious.
“Why isn’t it working?” Emery wails.
“Em-“
“Why are you stopping, keep going.”
“Stop.”
Pushing against my chest, Emery restarts CPR.
“The lungs are about 9 inches in height, that's a little under a foot.”
“Nobody cares, just fucking help me.”
“The pitcher that Lynn poured over his face looked to be about 64 ounces and she did it twice. That was enough water to fill his lungs three times over.”
“We can do it, I know we can,” she croaked.
“There's no amount of CPR that can expel that much water. And his lungs are so heavy they’re actively swelling as we speak.”
“We won’t know unless we try Jason, you get the mouth and I’ll get the chest.”
“Blowing air into his already expanding lungs won't help Emery.”
“Am I supposed to just watch him die then?” she chided. “Isn’t there a way to drain it?”
“I'm no doctor and neither do we have the tools or the sterile space to do that.”
“Fuck a sterile space!”
“Not only would you infect him but stabbing anything in his chest to ‘drain it’ will only make him bleed out. We would need a very specific and precise needle.”
“No, we can do it,” she answered, starting the compressions again.
The splattering of liquids on the floor lets me know that Lynn has just emptied the contents of her stomach, but I'm in no mood to comfort.
“The body works in 3’s. Three days without water, three weeks without food, and three minutes without air. It’s been about seven now.”
“Shut up.”
“Lorenzo’s lungs are so heavy they’ve probably detached from his windpipe. That, coupled with no oxygen to his brain…at least he was unconscious before it happened.
“Jason either you help me or you leave,” Emery threatened, fat teardrops rolling down her face in droves.
There’s five stages of grief and they’re at the first one. Back against the furniture, I hold my head in my hands, listening to sugars light whimpers and Emery's ragged breathing.
She tires herself out with compressions, fists flying to his chest, pleading for him to wake up. Hands clutched over her ears, sugar rocks back and forth, mumbling out apologies, expletives, and frustrations; guilt no doubt eating her alive.
Hands dropping to my pocket, I rummage around for anything I can chew on, ready to get out of here and never see these people again. Fingers slipping free with the peppermint goodness, I unwrap it and pop it in my mouth.
Some minutes pass by, how many I don't know and the night grows quiet. As tragic as it’s been for everyone, this minute's peace brings about a small sense of tranquility. There’s the occasional sniffle and I watch as the sky transitions from pitch black to a pale pink, the telltale sign of the sun about to rise.
“At least his parents will be home soon right?” sugar questions.
“Yep, right in time enough to see their only son sprawled out on the floor and his friends scattered across the property. So much for the new owners, their home just turned into a crime scene.”
“Do you have any more gum?” Emery asked, voice sore from crying.
Tossing it in her direction, she catches it, face upturned once she removes the wrapper.
“Eww, Jason what the fuck, who the hell buys brown gum? What kind of flavor even is this?”
“It's peppermint,” I answered, popping a bubble.
“Still weird, I haven’t seen this shit since-“
The words die on her tongue. She looks up to me, revelation fresh on her features, which slowly etches into panic, as a sinister grin makes its way onto mine.
#Emmy Writes#Emmy Tries#Halloween Kills#Halloween Series#Halloween#Hills and Valleys#Original Story and Characters#Horror#the big fucking reveal#did you guess it right?#have you known all along?#tell me your thoughts
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Geordie Walker
When you've had a tooth pulled out, stinking from a giant abscess that's ruined the last few months of your life, with a chunk of your jawbone drilled out and filled in with human cadaver so a new one can be put in come a few months time, then the gums stapled together in the hope the whole bloody mess will stay in place, as the local anaesthetics and the pre-op codeine wear off, you think that nothing can take your mind off how much pain you're in, and nothing in your day could possibly get any worse.
Until you discover from hits to your Dumblr that Geordie Walker, guitarist of Killing Joke has died.
Whereupon, all of a sudden, you no longer care if the dentist had kicked the tooth out of your head with steel toe capped Dr Marten boots - because it would never be a bigger kick in the teeth than this.
The word was the result of a massive stroke. The cleanest living of the band's golden trio of Jaz Coleman and Youth (who'd drank and drugged themselves into different dimensions, let alone excess, whereas Geordie's foible was for a glass of fine red wine) and yet the first to die.
How bitterly ironic. How very Killing Joke.
If Hollywood's golden era had produced guitarists instead of movie stars, it would have produced Geordie Walker, a guitarist as ludicrously handsome as he was ludicrously talented.
No band has ever sounded quite like Killing Joke, that distinctive harsh yet atmospheric, ethereal sound that suggested sweeping dramatic landscapes and nature at the raw, a band who made albums that sounded unintentionally like the soundtrack to an epic movie not yet written let alone filmed.
A sound they had, lost and then rediscovered with a vengeance in an era most of their contemporaries were doing nothing but tread water with turgid rehashs of their golden moments and in some cases copies; indeed, to the extent in the last decade Killing Joke alone of their peers were enjoying something of a golden age, each album not merely outselling the last, but selling as many as during their 80s and 90s heydays.
Geordie was the central part of that sound along with Jaz - indeed without each other Killing Joke never, ever sounded, or could have sounded the same. With his trademark old fashioned old hollow-bodied Gibson guitar and understated stage presence - no limelight hogging theatrics for one who let his music do the talking - he brought calm and class to the rich chaos and mayhem Jaz so gleefully dipped into, and together produced a blend so perfect, distinctly their own, it proved impossible for anyone to imitate - which was partly their handicap as their strength. Like Cardiacs, pretty tough to gain popular acclaim when no one can join in but only spectate.
It took a long time for the band to be given their due, and it is bittersweet that Geordie should leave centre stage forever just as the band had reached the height of its powers and still climbing.
But by plumbob, if ever there was a guitarist whose legacy was assured to last fickle fads and the test of time ...
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I'm trying to send you a Sasha picture but for some reason this damn app won't recognize pictures I've taken?? Only things I've downloaded from here?? This bloody hellsite I swear.
DUMBLR.
I’m imagining the sweetest picture of Sasha right now. Please smooch her perfect lil nose for me. And give her head some scratchies. And tell her she’s a very good girl.
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I’m on Fall Break right now (not really a “break” though, since I’m up to my effing eyeballs in school garbage, wtf, where’s my frikkin vacation?), and I opened Origin for the first time in literal ages...only to see a message that EA’s gonna replace Origin with the EA App. Because of course they are. 🙄 It’s EA, so I already know it’ll be stupid; I just don’t want the EA App effing with the TS3 Launcher Bypass and Smooth Patch mods.
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bbcopperdaisy replied to your post “Simblreen 2022”
Spectacular, as always! Honestly, I kind of like the spell-book effects coming from the floor. Makes it seem as though "something" is being summoned "from below"...spooooooky! :D Thank you and Happy Halloween.
LOL! Thanks so much for that. I felt pretty bad for messing them up; I literally have no idea what I was doing. 😅
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So awesome!! The animated textures *Perfection*
chojrak-making-things replied to your post “Simblreen 2022”
All that looks amazing 😍 well with green ghosts gives me goosebumps
Glad y’all like it! I was getting Night on Bald Mountain vibes the whole time; I was so happy!
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Brilliant work (and a soothing balm on our bust fuses right now!). You, Murfeel are a bloody good sort, an all round brick and veritable pippin, what ho!
Aw shucks, you got me blushing!
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ooky spooky 💀💀 thank you!!
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Awesome set!
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Awesome, as always! Thank you! :D
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Yay! Thank you!
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This is a very cool set! I'm shocked!!! Thank you so much!!!!!!!!!! 🖤😀💗
You’re all very welcome! Happy Simblreen~! 😈😈😈
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CYBERPUNK FANDOM X SIMS 3 FANDOM HELLO????? THIS IS A DREAM COME TRUE
LOL, enjoy, choom! I wanted to sit down and watch the Netflix Cyberpunk show, but I’m swamped with work. 😩 And I hear CDPR’s making a Cyberpunk sequel. Good on them; hopefully they get more time and aren’t rushed again. Night City is so freaking cool; it saddens me that C2077 didn’t get the shine it could’ve.
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Also, what I have learned...the little lightning thing only lights up when it’s reblogs of posts and likes. Mentions minus well not exist, asks don’t show up when they answered, and some other stuff.
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Don’t know if you got my previous message but I can’t. I keep looking at the photo and I’m obsessed with Henry getting older. I love him so much. THE GREY HAIRS -🐺
Me too ! Me too! And no I didn’t 😩 bloody Dumblr. But omg, I’m zooming in on the grey sideburns and imagining playing with them 🥺🖤 and telling him what a sexy old man he is.
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Dumblr lost the Silenius' Stiletto ask, so I'm making a post about it.
Silenius' Stiletto is a concept, mostly a political one - Silenius had to to find a balance between tyranny and anarchy, because once given dominion, his fellow Golds, who fought with him, named him Sovereign and conquered Earth, started to do as they pleased, regardless of the common good (as good as fascists can muster). So he had a galaxy brain moment and decided that he will not be a tyrant, but he also won't allow his ArchGovernors to do as they pleased. It was a dangerous game to play, he couldn't push and pull at the people who put him in charge for too long or too much, but he also couldn't stand and take it, when they stepped out of line. You have to hold ypurself to a sufficient stardard at all time, which is by no means easy.
What Virginia took from Silenius is that balance is key, no matter what system you have. You have to firm and fair, compromising, but unwavering. Again, not easy. It's like walking a tightrope, one mistake and you're done. And that's teh last thing the people need - instability.
This Lysander's interpretation of Silenius' Stiletto. It's a more practical one, but still close to its original intent - Lysander sees that his presence in the Core is a threat for Atalantia and an opportunity for other ambitious Golds. He will have to choose a side, they'll make him, and whatever side he decides to be on, it will shape and control him. That is why he has to navigate this tightrope, he'll have to do things his way, in a way that is true to his purpose - unite Core and Rim - without causing civil war and without having him killed off.
Virginia has to navigate her Stiletto daily, though. She has to always find the legal means to move things and not abuse her power. That doesn't stop Dancer from abusing his own powers - Senators have no right to meddle in diplomatic matters, that's the Sovereign's attribute. But she will not do what Dancer did, she will walk the Stiletto and if she wants more decision making power, she will legally gain it. Because that's what a demokratic Sovereign should be like - steady. Because if she does not respect the laws she put in place, she'll slip and then demokracy is in danger. In this particular case - as shown above - Virginia has to navigate the Syndicate and the kidnapping of the children, getting troops to Mercury and finishing this bloody war once and for all, legally, and the people who keep being a burden to those plans. Sevro and Victra negociating without Virginia's consent (they were too stubborn to understand that Virginia too would give anything to save the children, half of Mars was reasonable enough in her opinion, as she understood why the Obsidians wanted a place of their own) was bad enough, but going rogue against thr Syndicate really complicated things.
Virginia is at the end of her Stiletto - she is conquered it, now she has Imperium. Lysander, has barely begun it. He has even more to navigate, starting with his own fucked up brain and beliefs and ending with the Golds who want to use him and discard him at their earliest convenience.
So, in general, the Stiletto means to steadily endure and navigate problems carefully as to not disturb the balance and solve them so that you do not slip and die. Its key is patience. Becayse the more people coerce you in one direction, patiently going your way and dodging them is garanteed to gain you success. But that isn't easy or pleasant. It's a stiletto - it cuts. But the cunning behind is what wins. You walk your way and survive, you manage to shut down the problems and mantain the balance.
Those are my thoughts at least. I wrote way more, but dumblr fucked it. I'll add some more thoughts when I remember the rest. Thank you for waiting, though!
Howl on!
#red rising trilogy#iron gold trilogy#virginia au augustus#mustang#lionheart#sovereign#lysander au lune#silenius au lune
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The same thing happened to me and like 3 other mutuals (the masterlist thing) so I think it’s a Tumblr glitch cause we’re all getting the weird redirect to the search bar where nothing shows up… I would maybe wait a bit before re-linking everything in case they fix it
Thank you! I had heard it happening a couple people but wasn’t sure if it was the same issue!
I’m definitely gonna be sending a support ticket to tumblr to be like um wth?
@darsynia has been an absolute saint and found so many of the links for me so hopefully it shouldn’t take me too long to fix now 💙
And thank you to everyone else who messaged me with fixes and support, you are all far more help than dumblr would be 😂💙
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Deleted ask anon here! No worries, I know tumblr can be like that sometimes. What I requested was angel and demon AU with Dante from The Quickest Way, please?
I gotchu, anon! Again, sorry that Tumblr was being Dumblr and deleted your ask! Ngl, when the ask disappeared, I panicked XD
To make it up to you, imma include more than Dante from my series!
Under the cut as it’s a little long
Dante & Vergil: Very powerful demon warlords. Sons of a demon king and a human witch, they rule their circle of hell with iron fists.
In their realm, the most violent and treacherous souls are doomed to spend the rest of their eternal life in agony as punishment for their misdeeds.
With demons and angels going through a period of truce, there is no need for large bloody wars. At the moment.
Dante is the barbaric one of the duo. Snarky, brash and overall goof. Always finds time to check out the arena and wander around the human realm. Spending his (many) off days with his two personal guards.
Vergil is more straight-forward. No time to watch tournaments in the arena. And walking among humans? Please. He has more pressing matters. What’s important now is making sure no war between demons and angels breakout.
He does make time for one being, though. His heir, Nero.
Nero: Vergil’s child. Created through magic using his blood and the magic of a witch, Nero is a powerful mixture of demon magic and witch magic.
At the ripe age of 60 (a teenager in human years), he’s training to run the circle of hell by his father and uncle’s side.
Brash and a high temper, Nero makes little to no room for bullshit.
Rosemary: An angel who is responsible for overseeing, a small village’s agriculture. She's the one who brought sugar cane to the village, and in turn, turned it into a prospering community.
As angel, it’s her duty to keep the tiny piece of metaphorical heaven at peace.
Her personal realm is a small forest brimming with food and, in her opinion, the world’s most beautiful beasts: white wolves.
Story:
One day, while tending to her strawberries, Rosemary came across an injured demon. A youngling. Her inner instincts told her to run from the creature. But her heart told her to stay to try and tend to it.
Going against what she was taught, she brought the demon into her home and tended to his wounds.
When the demon came to, he lashed out at the angel, fearing she would kill him. Rosemary managed to calm him down by giving him tea cakes.
The demon introduced himself as Nero, the son of the warlord, Vergil. He told her that he was in the area, killing rogue demons. He managed to defeat them, despite being outnumbered.
The battle took a toll on him and passed out in Rosemary’s garden. He had no way of getting home as the demon that opened the portal that got him to the human world was killed.
Feeling bad for the young demon, she offered to help get him home. Nero was surprised by the angel’s offer but accepted it nonetheless.
For the next five days, Nero would help Rosemary tend to her garden, while she would scour tomes for tips and ways on getting Nero back home.
Finally, Rosemary found a way to get the young demon back to his home. Using his magic, Nero managed to procure a portal back to hell.
When the two got to Dante and Vergil’s throne room, the twins immediately got defensive and enraged at the sight of an angel in their realm.
But Nero was quick to protect Rosemary. Once he explained, what had happened and that the angel next to him helped him get home, the two warlords relaxed.
Dante, being the ever-hospitable one, invited the angel to a feast. To celebrate Nero’s return.
After the feast, Vergil took the angel back to the human world. He expressed his thanks to the angel for bringing his son back home.
Rosemary assured the warlord that bringing Nero home was simply “The right thing to do”. She said it with a smile so bright, that it warm the cold demon’s heart.
Upon returning to hell, Vergil found his thoughts drifting back to the angel.
Maybe she would like a visitor tomorrow.
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ffs, dumblr™ dot com is getting rid of my asks (again) once i've read them, grr. so. this is for you, @thisgirlsays22.
you asked if it was okay to use my art for headers and/or icons... and the answer to your question is WHY YES OF COURSE! as long as i'm always credited and linked (to whichever of my blogs the art originates from), as you stated you would in your ask—the same one that was yeeted into the void of our beloved hellsite (:
um i also remember you being very lovely about said art, to which i am falling over myself to thank you for, and am still blushing about like a nun in a brothel asfhkkskkk.
to thank you again and to apologise for the (probable) tardiness of this answer (my executive function is a bad joke so you honestly could have sent this like two years ago for all i bloody know) here, have a charcoal sterek kiss on me:
#my asks keep vanishing waaagh#sterek#sterek art#stiles stilinski#derek hale#wolfed-out!derek#pointy ears and claws my beloved <3#teen wolf#teen wolf art#asks#lovely asks#thisgirlsays22#tcats answers#tcats arts#teencopandthesourwolf
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Black Satin (9/10)
Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader
Warnings: suggestive content, fairly unhealthy relationship lol they’re both kind of sociopathic, villain reader, implied cheating, consented cheating kind of? it’ll make sense if you choose to read it
Previous parts can be found in my masterlist thanks to dumblr and the link censoring.
Billy walked into the room where they were keeping her. He was pissed Homeland had killed Lieberman, but he was eager to see her again. As soon as she spotted him, she stood from the little chair and threw her arms around him, kissing him deeply. He chuckled and held her close.
“Oh Billy,” she sighed, “I missed you.”
A smirk played at the corner of his mouth.
“I missed you too, sweetheart.”
Pouting just a bit, she showed him her arm. “Billy, your boys bruised me… I know it was technically a kidnapping, but honestly.”
Billy paused, looking over her arm. He shot a glare at the men by the door. They would get it later.
“Never you mind about them, honey. I got a job for you…”
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Frank waited. That was all he could do now: wait for Billy and Rawlins to fall into the trap. He was bloody and bruised, but he knew he could hold out just a bit longer.
Just then, Billy burst in, dragging (Y/N) along with him. This wasn’t part of the plan…
“Alright, Frankie,” Billy said, “Here’s what’s gonna happen: You unlock that computer for us, or sweet little (Y/N) gets it. Understand?”
Frank clenched his jaw, looking into the terrified eyes of Billy’s ex.
“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked her. Something in her expression went funny when he called her that.
“Y-Yeah…” she whispered, nodding, “I’m ok-kay…”
Frank turned his attention back to his former friend.
“This is low, even for you, Bill,” he growled. “Threatening the woman you claimed to love…”
At his words, (Y/N) froze, and Billy looked… almost… awkward.
“You never said it to her, did you?” Frank asked. When he had chatted with Billy (when he still believed them to be brothers), Frank had asked if he had anyone special. Billy had confessed he planned to marry (Y/N)…
Billy put his scowl back up.
“Enough. Are you going to cooperate or not?”
Frank sighed.
“Let her go, and I’ll do what you want.”
“I’ll let her go when you unlock that thing.”
Frank scowled.
“Fine.”
A little bit ahead of schedule, perhaps, but it would have to do.
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It had all happened so fast. Frank stabbed Rawlins. Rawlins beat Frank. Frank killed Rawlins. Now he was laughing at Billy. I didn’t understand what was going on.
Suddenly, Homeland Security was busting down the doors, and Billy took a bullet in the arm.
“Billy!” I cried.
“We gotta go,” he said, grabbing my arm. He lead me out, and we ducked safely into an inconspicuous car.
“Let me look at your arm,” I said, once we were far enough away.
“Later,” he said shortly. We don’t have much time.”
I had a feeling I knew what was riling him up.
“You’re worried because they caught me on camera? Billy, I didn’t do anything that could implicate me.”
Billy sighed a bit, but he didn’t relax. “Madani will find a way. She may not be bright, but Frank is bound to figure it out. He saw us leave together.”
I shook my head. “Billy, he’s half dead…”
He growled in response, sending a shiver down my spine.
“He’s walked off worse.”
We pulled into the parking garage at ANVIL and snuck up to Billy’s office. I made him sit on the desk and roll up his sleeve so I could take a look.
“Tell me what you need me to do, Mister Russo,” I murmured lowly.
Billy told me what to do, talking me through each step. With his free hand, he poured himself a glass of alcohol to help manage the pain. His eyes followed my every move, and I could feel his desire rising.
“Like what you see?” I murmured to him.
He smirked.
“I kept you clean to keep you safe… I’m just wondering how it might’ve been if we’d’ve been in it together.”
I slowly trailed my hand up his chest to cup his jaw.
“You’d never have gotten anything done, Russo… You would have been too distracted.”
“You’re right,” he murmured, before drawing me into a searing kiss. Just then, a security alarm pinged somewhere, and Billy cursed, pulling away.
“We gotta go.”
And once again, we were off. Billy tossed all of his things into a duffel bag and we headed out. Agents popped up to stop us, but Billy took them down with quick, precise shots, making me feel like my skin was on fire. There was something about him being so protective that made me want to jump him then and there… But I showed restraint.
As we walked away, Billy flipped a switch, setting the ANVIL headquarters up in a grand explosion. I thought it was rather beautiful.
Billy seemed worried, cagey… but I had a plan. It was just a matter of whether or not he would agree.
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A/N: Probably just one more part after this! Be sure to leave your theories and thoughts in the comments! Feedback is always appreciated.
Series Tags: @gollyderek @the-scarletsandwich @kaetastic @sweetgoodangel
Billy Russo Tags: @harrysthiccthighss @jigsawlover10
Everything Tags: @coconutknees @hollymac79 @jordan-ia @ace-marvel-chick
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More Midsummer Stuff From Aarin
Just to let you all know, ol’ Aarin has been posting up a storm of stuff over the last few days and you may want to go over to her Dumblr and make your package folders beg for mercy tonight.
(Can’t repost, as for the uninitiated the subject in question has a longer running huff with us that Ted Heath with Margaret Thatcher, Wayne Hussey and Craig Adams with Twallan Andrew Eldritch, etc ...)
Which are ...
Hitting the bar ...
Something we wish we had before making posts for the next episode of Raiders, but oh well too late now ...
Ditto, except in the Sims 2 Bubble Bar format (and yes, it does concern Al-Simhara). This however is a bloody space godsend.
(Is that a picture of a sweet succulent granny in the background?)
And yes, that’s Cheetos lying his fat furry carcass and giving it quality Zs on a food preparation top, because hygiene is for noobs.
Not linking directly to the downloads, hit the links and read what The Great Knit has to say about each first before deciding if these are for you.
If you do download, remember to be nice and say thanks, but don’t mention us, she’s likely to get upset and block you. But a short message instead of lazily hitting the ‘like’ button might just make her day, you know ...
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dumblr ate the meme. ║ @decayman ║ * ACCEPTING. *
It burned, it burned, burned--- Slender digits scratched at heavily scarred skin, making blood tickle down until it was dripping onto the fabric below. Phantom pain and night terrors wasn’t the best of combos, something Dabi displayed as his skin became raw and irritated. Self-harm, was not something the male usually did, besides when it were nights like these, where Dabi was stuck in a nightmare that wouldn’t leave him alone, at nights where his brain couldn’t properly snap out of it. Usually, he suffered alone, usually, Dabi woke up in sheets bloodied from scratching and memories of bandaged arms and swollen skin. However, tonight, it wasn’t quite like that and somewhere along the way, Dabi had woken the man resting beside him up.
you’re making it worse!
Heavy inhales and exhales - fast, almost to the point of hyperventilating, could be heard as wide azure hues, not quite there, snapped up to focus on the familiar features as blunt nails dug into already bloodied skin.
“ It won’t stop, it burns, it hurts, it hurts so much--- “ Dabi seemed genuinely panicked, even as digits halted due to Tomura’s voice, that had rung in his ears in a way that had briefly pierced through the haze that was the nightmare, a nightmare that still played before the marked male’s slightly clouded eyes. Normally, pain wasn’t an issue for Dabi, but with a mind as cruel as his, he didn’t get a say in how much this hurt. And his mind decided to recall the pain that a small innocent boy had felt years ago and a voice, fitting someone so small, left with a faint tremble. “ Make.. it stop.. “ Arms crossed tightly and Dabi pressed them close to his chest, so unlike how he would usually act and it showed just how deep some scars ran, how trauma could be invisible to the naked eye, unless caught in just the right moment, just like this.
#⁛ ░ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵐʸ ᵏᶤᶰᵈˡᶤᶰᵍ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ᵗᵒ ᵃˢʰˑ - ( ask. )#⁛ ░ ᴴᵒᵗ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵛᵉᶤᶰˢˑ ˡᵉᵗˢ ᵖˡᵃʸ / ˡᵉᵗˢ ᵖˡᵃʸ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᶠᶤʳᵉˑ - ( ic. )#decayman#trauma w.#night terrors#self-harm w.#okay I cried awjfoiafwjoafw THIS IS NOT OKAY DABI#I PROMISE TO DELIVER SOFTNESS LATER SOBS
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