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if you’re a love and deepspace fan ily -> THIS IS FOR ALL U HOT PPL<3 Anyway, I was bored studying, and ended up typing this out (💀) so here are my random thoughts:
Driving with the love and deepspace love interests!
Content: Reader is implied to be the female MC in the game, you are dating them, kissing, mentions of food, mentions of crashing, SFW
Zayne- This man is your designated driver. TRUST that you will get to your destination safely, and efficiently. You are a passenger queen atp
The kind to remind you to take off your claw clip, and to wear sunglasses if it’s sunny. Safety first 🤓☝️
I imagine his car to be very clean. No clutter! Any cards, or paperwork is tucked away in a folder, and that folder is also tucked in some pocket in the car
Zayne would probably have a rule stating: No food in the car
^ If he sees you opening a bag of chips, he’ll shoot you a disapproving look before calmly snatching your snack away. “Save it for later”
^ He will allow liquids, and trusts that you won’t spill it
He will let you have aux, but the volume is lowered, and never blasting
The car will smell like his cologne, and the faint scent of a hospital (idek)
Will drive with both hands, but if the road is long and empty, he will switch to doing it one-handed. If he’s wearing a sleeve, they will be rolled up slightly— his skin is so pale, so his veins will show. It will look good ESP when he switches gears
^ And oh ma gaaaaa the watch adorning his wrist will show, AND IM GOING CRAZYYY, ARE YOUU???
Zayne will keep that chad face 🗿the whole time while driving, and you end up staring at his face the whole ride. He notices your stares but doesn’t dare take his eyes away from the road
If he’s feeling comfortable enough, he will put his hand on your thigh. His fingers will lightly caress the inside of your thigh, and give it gentle squeezes. His hands are mad cold though 🥶 BRR
- Overall Zayne is very trustworthy, so he is getting a 9/10. A point taken off because of the no food rule
Rafayel- Sorry to those Rafayel girlies, but you are a passenger survivor if this man takes the wheel! So instead he will be the passenger princess 😇 mwahaha 😈😈
To be his driver you better have the patience of a saint…
Demands he gets the aux, and will only consider letting a few of your favorite songs play if you do something for him (kisses)
YAPPER! NAGGER!
“Oh- you’re going the wrong way, where are you taking me? What kind of bodyguard is this…”
You explain that you know a shortcut, but he’s not buying it.
“If I end up being killed, just know I told Thomas I was going with you.” You simply roll your eyes for the umpteenth time
And if Rafayel notices you’re driving over the speed limit, be prepared for the most dramatic show on the side. His hands will grip the grab handle, eyes will close shut, “It would be a miracle if we don’t crash and die! I hope my legacy will be the same as Leonardo Da Vinci .” He mumbles to himself. “And what if we get arrested!? my career as a painter is over then…” Another mumbled complaint.
“Im sure Leonardo wasn’t this much of a complainer.” You mumble back, and his eyes shoot open before giving you a glare
“You humans don't seem to value life at all.” He huffs, a small pout gracing his lips.
If you swerve too much, it’s another thing to complain about, “I’m going to get carsick. As my bodyguard you should be taking my health into consideration.”
“Silly girl, you could’ve gone earlier.” Causally comments as you’re waiting for a chance to turn onto a street. You couldn’t have gone earlier
RAFAYEL IS A MENACE IM TELLING U ( a very charming one)
Now, if he’s feeling generous, and notices that your hands are busy at the wheel, he will feed you 🤗
^ “Open~” you do so, and he pops a piece of his food into your mouth.
^ He gives you a fond smile before swiftly taking a napkin, and wiping the corners of your mouth
“Are we almost there yet?” ← his favorite thing to say
Okay but if he does end up driving, you’re either crashing or getting arrested. He can’t even row a boat GOOD LAWD
When you finally reach your destination, he’ll reach over to give you a hug, and a chaste kiss on the lips. “Babe you drive well! Almost better than thomas!”
7/10, being in a car with rafayel is actually really fun! Love this man 🤞🤞
Xavier- okay now here’s MY MAN 😍😍! You are a true passenger princess here
I TRUST THIS MAN WITH MY LIFE.
so you should too 😝
Fs would create a road trip playlist to only share with you
But be warned… he may fall asleep at the wheel 😱
Bro would look so majestic as he’s driving with the sun on him.
You turn to the side where Xavier is, and there’s a sunset behind him. You sneak a picture, admiring the sun, and Xavier in all their glory.
Xavier will hold your hand throughout the car ride, and listen attentively to you talk about a variety of things.
^ Occasionally he will bring your fingers up to his lips and kiss them gently
^ Sneaks soft glances at you out of adoration
Constantly checking his mirrors, and surroundings to make sure everything is good
^ Do you want something for the road? We can pick up snacks on the way.” Doesn’t care much if his car is super clean or not, so food is very much welcomed!
His car will definitely have small little pictures of the two of you! Photo-booth strips, polaroids, you name it! 🙌
^ They’ll be hanging along on the visor, or kept safe in the glovebox
Please go on a drive-in movie theater date with this man!!!!
The trunk is open, and the two of you are sitting there with mountains of pillows and blankets surrounding you both
Xavier keeps an arm around you, pulling you in closer when the breeze travels by
Your eyes will glance up from the movie to stare at the twinkling stars above you. And upon looking at the stars your mind drifts to Xavier.
You look to your side to take a peek, only to find Xavier already looking at you
10/10 I KNOW IM BIASED 😒MB YALL
Taglist: @sanasour @mars101
a/n: THANK YOU ALL FOR MAKING IT TILL THE END! I just had to share my thoughts, any form of interaction is greatly appreciated
@mars101 had to tag you again because i know you love this game so much, play it everyday, and consume lots of media on it, isn’t that right ?😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇
#love and deepspace#xavier love and deepspace#xavier#zayne love and deepspace#zayne#rafayel love and deepspace#rafayel#otome game#headcanon
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tag of the week:
#now i have thoughts of lwj in wn's lap 👀💖 ❋ @a-force-dyad-in-space
#downtime in cloud recesses is not quite what you might think it is ⋯ also yibo refuses to lose at anything :) ❋ @fishwink
#I do so love his princess gestures ❋ @theendofcake
#drinking games with the twin jades ⋯ zewu jun stuck babysitting the little brothers ⋯ lan wangjibo: im just that good whos next ⋯ zwj: where r u this is killing me ⋯ cfz: a-yao passed out in the bathroom ⋯ pay no attention to their shameless state of undress ⋯ i predict lan qiren will qi deviate today ⋯ i see the copying of the lan sect rules in their future ❋ @mylittleponygrrl
#once you get past the jade legs ⋯ there's so much going on ⋯ the current chief cultivator demonstrating for the future chief cultivator ⋯ the best way to handle sect leader yao ⋯ happy! jiujiu not threatening to break his nephew's legs ⋯ hanguang-jun and the ghost general being the best pals ⋯ and zewu-jun still not speaking to his da-ge's didi ⋯ (his er-di 🤔?)❋ @korpikorppi
#shufu has no idea what's going down in cloud recesses when he's away ❋ @larksuibian
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doin another chain from da beginning
JKLFDJSFLJSJF ur au of au is so real to me GODDDD HAHAHFSHFDHJF i love it. jodie bisexual awakening speedrun au. thats what im callin it now lol
OHHH MY SWEET BB TERRY JR AND HIS LITTLE BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYY YOU DREW THEMMM 🥺🥺🥺🥺 WAHGUGHGHG THEY LOOK SOOO CUTE 😭😭😭
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#Secret drawing box#new thread even tho its just trav n me these days lol#if u guys got boxes send em my way i wanna draw SILLIES#sometimes i forget who has em and who doesnt lol
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💧but more like 💦💦 if u feel me
i feel you i feel you!! i have some niecest alpha/alpha omegaverse (not bitching, just a/a) for you today 😌 under the cut! nsfw lol
you get a little extra because i couldn't figure out where to cut it off lmao
With Nie Huaisang’s blood on his breath, Nie Mingjue growled into Nie Huaisang’s ear, “You’re mine, Sang’er. You’re mine. I’ll never let you out of my sight again. Never let you out of my bed.”
Nie Huaisang whimpered as Nie Mingjue’s dick dragged harsh against his insides, lightning shooting through him from his sweet spot. This was probably just Nie Mingjue’s alpha instincts speaking for him—Nie Huaisang felt it too, the urge to never let Nie Mingjue go anywhere without him—but that didn’t mean Nie Huaisang was unaffected by hearing it. He imagined himself as a pampered and protected alpha, allowed to laze about as he liked instead of being forced to train constantly, and he pressed a series of flurried kisses to Nie Mingjue’s shoulder, interspersed with confessions.
“Please, Da-ge, I’m yours. I’m your mate, your didi. Take care of me for the rest of my life, okay? I love you; I love you, I—”
Just at the right time and yet all of a sudden and all at once, Nie Huaisang tipped over the edge of orgasm, painting the two of their chests with white come. He whited out again, floating in a sea of pleasure, until he forgot to control himself. His knot popped, and naked as it was it throbbed painfully. Nie Mingjue was too busy fucking Nie Huaisang, chasing his own orgasm while panting into Nie Huaisang’s neck, that he didn’t notice.
“Da-ge,” Nie Huaisang sobbed and whined, clinging to Nie Mingjue hard and scratching with his fingernails from the intensity of all of the sensations running through him. He needed Nie Mingjue to do something about it, because if he let go of Nie Mingjue then he would fall! “Da-ge, my knot! It hurts. It hurts!”
“Just a second—fuck, didi,” Nie Mingjue growled, sweating profusely as he too began to fall over the edge. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
Nie Huaisang could feel Nie Mingjue’s knot inflating too, the bulge of it bumping up against his rim and keeping Nie Mingjue from thrusting all the way inside, and Nie Huaisang gasped. It needed to go inside him, or it would hurt Nie Mingjue. Nie Huaisang wouldn’t be able to bear that.
“Inside, inside,” Nie Huaisang begged. “Come inside me, Da-ge. Knot me; knot me, please!”
Nie Mingjue didn’t hesitate anymore; he pushed straight inside Nie Huaisang, and the strange pleasure of being overfull drowned out the pain from his own knot for a few moments. Nie Huaisang felt like he was still coming, feeling Nie Mingjue spill inside him.
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cry typed my immortal to make it even harder to read
an: special fanngz (geot it,, cooz im goffi k) 2 my gf (ew not in that wa y) raven,, bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wiif da story and spelling.... uu rok justin ur da luv of my deprzzin life u rok 2 mc r rox xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx hi mmy name is eubony dark’ness demeontiae raveen way a nd i have lll ong ebony bl ack hair (that ’s how i got my name) wit h purple streaks and red tips that reachesss my mid-back AND icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a loutt of p eop le tell me i loouk like amy leee (an: if u don’t know who she is ge t DA heck oout of here).. i’m noot RELATED to gerard way but i wish i was because he’s au major freakin hottiue..... ie’m a vampirrre but my teet h are straieght and white.... i havve pale white skin..... i’m also a wietch,,,, and i go to a magic school called h ogwarts in englan d where iu’m in the seventh yeuar (i’m seventeen).... i’m a go th (in case u coulldn’t tell) and i wear mostly black.... i love hout toapic and i buy all my clothes from there... for example todday i was wearin a black corset wittth matccchin lllace around it and a bllacck LEATHER miniski rt,,,, pink f ishnetts and blaeck combat bboots.... i was weaurin bblack lipstick,, whiite foun dation,, black euyeliner and RED eye shadow.... i was walkin o utside hogwarrrts.... it was snoawin and rainin so there was nno sun,,, which i was very happpppy about.... a lot of preps stared at me.... i put up my middle finger at them..... “hey ebony” shouted a voice...... i loo ked up.... it was…... dracoa malfoy “what’s up d raco???” i as keddd.. “nothing....” he said s hyly..... but then,,, i heard my friends call me AND i had to go away.... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx a n: is it good??? plz tell me fangz
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First Day
Sophie’s first full day with Stray Kids.
Genre: fluff
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: vague mentions of swearing, Hyunjin almost swears
(A/N: I do not condone swearing, this scenario has it as an element of comedy)
Sophie’s Masterlist
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Sophie awoke early the next morning, despite the previous day being a more exciting and busy day than normal. Sitting up, she stretched and yawned, again mentally praising God that she had come after the dorm switch, which meant she got her own room. Picking up her phone, she saw that it was only seven-fifteen. Probably the others weren’t up yet. Sophie decided to get the jump on the day, however, and grabbed clothes to take a quick shower.
However, when she reached the bathroom, she heard the shower already going. Who the heck wakes up this early? she wondered, U-turning back to her room. Besides me, of course.
She sat down on her bed, surveying the room once more. A bed, a dresser and vanity top, and a closet. Honestly, it felt perfect. Simple, but welcoming.
Spotting her bag by the dresser, she knelt down by it and unzipped it, the wave of sudden homesickness swamping her. Swallowing it down, she focused on putting her clothes neatly into the drawers, and hanging up those she couldn’t fold.
She had just finished with her clothes and had started putting things on the dresser top when someone knocked on her door.
Quickly hiding her clothes under her pillow, Sophie padded barefoot across the carpeted room to answer the door. Jeongin stood there, looking surprised to see her actually alert. “ ‘Morning, Da Som,” he said, using her Korean name.
Sophie was about to protest against the disliked name, when she realized that Jeongin wasn’t trying to aggravate her. Usually when someone used her Korean name they were trying to get on her nerves. But Jeongin had only said nice things about her name thus far.
“ ‘Morning,” she replied, standing on the insides of her feet and her hand automatically scratching at her scuffed-up cuticles. “I didn’t expect anyone else to be up today early.”
“Same here. You always wake up this early?”
Sophie shook her head. “In exactly two situations: either I’m nervous/stressed, or I’m mega-excited.”
“Ah. Which one are you today?”
“Both.” Sophie grinned. “Say, uh, is the shower free? I want to give everyone else the shock of their lives when they wake up.”
“What shock would that be?” mumbled a sleepy voice from behind Jeongin.
“The fact that I’m up and showered at eight in the morning,” replied Sophie, not really surprised to see Minho standing in the hallway. No wonder I thought I heard noises coming from one of the bedrooms. She just hadn’t thought much of it because she was used to housemates making noise at early hours.
“Oh, that’s not a usual feat?”
“A rare accomplishment; even more rare than a black cat with heterochromia.”
Jeongin suddenly grinned. “You’ve been paying attention to Txt’s music videos.”
Sophie nodded sheepishly. “Frost is one of my favorite music videos. And songs.”
“What about Nap of a star, when the cat first appears?”
Sophie clapped happily. “I LOVE the video, but I’m embarrassed to admit that I haven’t listened to the song all that much.”
“0X1=LOVESONG?”
“Pure gold, both song and video.”
“LO$ER-LOVER?”
“Not a huge fan of the swearing, but other than that it’s all gold.”
“Just a warning, don’t listen to Cheese.”
“That one I can handle it because the word is in Korean, not English. LO$ER-LOVER bothers me because the F-word is in my native tongue.” Sophie glanced at the clock, and was startled to see that it had hit seven forty-five already. “Does anyone else want the shower before I hop in? Sometimes I unwittingly take a while.”
“Alright, see ya.” Minho took the hint and dashed off, eliciting a laugh from Sophie.
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Later, after Sophie had showered and Felix and Seungmin had woken up, a knock on the door interrupted a relaxing? karaoke session.
“Soph, you’re already up, will you get that?” requested Minho, sprawled on the couch and looking anything but exhausted.
Sophie, who was slicing strawberries for a healthy midmorning snack, set the knife down and quickly rinsed her hands before running to see who was at the door. Peeking through the keyhole, she was delighted to see Jisung and Hyunjin on the other side. She unlocked the door and admitted them, dramatically curtseying as if she was a maid. “Will your honors please to be admitted to our humble abode?”
Jisung chuckled. “I knew she was nice.”
“Not all the time I’m not.” Sophie closed the door after them, making sure to lock it before she returned to her strawberries.
Jisung reached in and plucked a slice from the bowl. “Mmm, why didn’t you say you had food? I’d have come over earlier.”
She swatted his hand away on instinct before she thought about it, but the way he faked a pout was so funny that it was worth it. “Leave those alone, I didn’t have breakfast.”
“Why not?”
Sophie shrugged, slicing another strawberry and adding it to her almost-full bowl. “Not a morning eater.”
Jisung leaned on the bar. “I’m surprised nobody made you eat.”
“I’m still on my last diet.” Sophie scooped the inedible cuttings into the trash, put the cutting board and knife in the sink, and carried her berries to the living room. Jisung followed closely, sitting next to her on the arm of the couch.
Jeongin and Seungmin were finishing up a rendition of Here Always, one of Sophie’s personal favorites. Then again, most of Stray Kids’ songs had made it into her favorites list.
Seungmin tossed Jisung a mic. “Get ready, squirrel. Zombie’s coming.”
Sophie nearly choked on a strawberry. Are they actually going to sing Zombie??
Sure enough, the opening notes to Zombie by Day6 played, and soon Sophie was enraptured, listening to the two members performing a living room concert of her favorite Kpop cover.
Well, tied for first. The Dolphin cover by Soobin and Arin still impressed her just as much as it had the first time she listened to it.
The song ended, and then the English version came on right after.
“Sophie, you’re on!” Seungmin tossed her a mic and she barely caught it between her palms. “Want the choruses?”
“Uh, sure?” It was unexpected, but at least she could sing the chorus the right way. The verses didn’t suit her vocals at all.
When the chorus came on, Sophie lifted her mic, her clear (albeit somewhat childish) voice filling the room. She closed her eyes, mainly to shut out the amazed stares of her members, but partly because that was the way she fully enjoyed music, was to mentally close herself off from her surroundings.
She and Seungmin sang a duet on the bridge, with Sophie carrying over on a solo to the chorus and then letting Seungmin finish the song.
She opened her eyes to see the members’ jaws hanging slack, including Seungmin’s, and suddenly felt self conscious. Stop staring at me like that, she couldn’t help but think.
Felix was the first to speak. “Oh. My. God.”
Minho smacked him. “Don’t say that, she’s a Christian!”
“I’m not going to keep you from talking the way you normally do,” Sophie assured them, a warm glow blooming inside her from the intent behind Felix’s words. “I’ve heard language so much it really doesn’t faze me to hear it in real life.”
“Probably a good thing,” commented Hyunjin. “Aussies like to swear.”
“Jisung was the one who swore in Cheese!” Felix defended himself.
“And you were the one who got bleeped out in Boxer,” Seungmin reminded Hyunjin.
“But don’t forget the time Chan was talking about Haven on Vlive and almost said don’t give a fu-” Hyunjin was drowned out by Jeongin’s sudden ear splitting dolphin scream. “Oww, didja have to shatter my eardrums?”
Jeongin merely smiled, thus silencing Hyunjin.
A pause followed, none of the group being sure what to say until Jisung broke the silence. “Like awkward silence…”
Sophie, unable to let the opportunity slip away, added the crow sounds from the song, making everyone laugh.
“So what sort of dances can we expect?” Hyunjin asked Minho, starting a new conversation.
At the mention of dancing, Sophie unknowingly began to pick at her fingers nervously.
“Nothing oddinary,” quipped Minho, bringing in another round of laughter. Except for Sophie, who cracked a smile but nothing more, her picking intensifying till she winced from the pain.
Noticing, Jisung slapped her hands.
“Ow! What was that for?” Sophie queried, forgetting her dance-related nerves in the face of this new situation.
“Don’t do that,” Jisung scolded her, mimicking her picking habit. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
“I’m used to it by now, it’s not really a big deal. Lots of people do it.”
“Lots of people do drugs, doesn’t mean it’s okay.” Jisung’s expression wasn’t upset, just concerned. “Promise me you won’t do that anymore.”
Sophie sighed. She knew he was right. “Alright, I promise. But don’t slap me if I forget!”
“Okay, I’ll just get someone else to do it then.”
Sophie groaned. “Can we change the subject please?”
Jeongin picked up the remote and hit play on another karaoke song. The opening notes to LO$ER-LOVER floated through the room. “Felix, you’ve got the bad parts.” His teasing smile brought forth despair in the youngest member, who flopped backwards in defeat, almost knocking into Jisung.
“You were the one who protected me earlier!” Sophie wailed, but she was laughing so nobody took her seriously. She covered her ears, but to her surprise she heard Felix saying fricking instead of the actual word. When the song was over, she stood up and dashed over to sit by Felix, even leaning against him to prove her point. “Aw, why’d you have to leave?” Jisung whined, pouting again. “Traitor.”
“You slapped me,” returned Sophie, leaning her head on Felix’s shoulder. “Felix protected me.”
Jisung continued to pout, and Jeongin took pity on him, moving to sit by him. Hyunjin snatched the remote and tossed it to Sophie. “You choose now.”
Sophie clicked through the options for only about ten seconds before the perfect song appeared. “Oh, Jisung,” she sang out, highlighting Cheese so he could see better. “How about this one?”
Jisung visibly paled. “Minho will have my head if I swear in front of you.”
“He’s right,” chuckled Minho, obviously more amused than concerned about the direction the karaoke was going.
Sophie clicked down a few more, searching for a better song, but another evil one came on. Without saying a word, she clicked on it, enjoying the simultaneous groans of the others as the opening notes played. Raising her mic to her lips, she sang while looking straight at Jisung.
“BLACKPINK in your area!
보란 듯이 무너졌어
바닥을 뚫고 저 지하까지
옷 끝자락 잡겠다고
저 높이 두 손을 뻗어 봐도
다시 캄캄한 이곳에 light up the sky
네 두 눈을 보며, I'll kiss you goodbye
실컷 비웃어라 꼴 좋으니까
이제 너희 하나, 둘, 셋…”
By the time she got to the chorus, she was having the time of her life. Even Jisung was singing along, despite his earlier protests. But as the bridge drew nearer, he quieted down and covered his ears. The rest of them fell silent, more than curious to see how she would handle this.
Smirking, making direct eye contact with Jisung, Sophie made sure her expression was absolutely evil mischief by the time the crucial line came. “Bring out your boss, girl.”
The room erupted. Sophie kept singing through the mayhem, raising her mic with a flourish and bowing dramatically when the song finished.
“Oh, my God,” groaned Jisung, dropping his head in defeat. “How could you do that to me?”
Sophie shrugged, enjoying herself probably a little too much. “I had to learn how to hold my own against the guys at school in America, I guess it just carried over.”
“It’ll pay off if you and Jisung become friends,” Hyunjin commented, ducking when Jisung chucked a pillow at him. “Hey, I’m just speaking truth.”
Sophie giggled, the banter lifting her spirits immensely. She had been all nervous about the switch; and for what?
Absolutely nothing.
#kpop au#kpop imagines#stray kids#kpopidol#stray kids 9th member#cheese#0x1=lovesong#loser lover#han jisung#hyunjin#kim seungmim#yang jeongin#sophie#karaoke#lee know#skz’ bubbly sunflower 🫧🌻#predebut sophie
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The Lord's Prayer : In Cherokee ... A'ho ❤️
O-gi-do-da ga-lv-la-di he-hi,
( Our father heaven dweller,)
Ga-lv-quo-di-yu ge-se-s-di de-tsa-do-v-i.
(My loving will be (to) Thy name.)
Tsa-gv-wi-yu-hi ge-sv wi-ga-na-nu-go-i.
(Your Lordship let it make it's appearance.)
A-ni e-tsa-hi wi-ni-ga-li-s-da ha-do-nv-tse-s-gv-i,
(Here upon earth let happen what you think,)
Na-s-gi-ya ga-lv-la-di tsi-ni-ga-li-s-di-ha.
(The same as in heaven is done.)
Ni-da-do-da-tlu-sv o-ga-li-s-da-yv-di s-gi-v-si go-hi-i-ga.
(Daily our food give to us this day.)
Di-ge-s-gi-v-si-quo-no de-s-gi-du-gv-i na-s-gi-ya tsi-di-ga-yo-tsi-ne-ge tso-tsi-du-gi.
(Forgive us our debts, the same as we forgive our debtors.)
A-le tle-s-di u-da-go-li-ye-di-yi ge-sv wi-di-s-gi-ya-di-nv-s-ta-nv-gi,
(And do not tempation being lead us into,)
S-gi-yu-da-le-s-ge-s-di-quo-gi-ni u-yo ge-sv-i.
(Deliver us from evil existing.)
Tsa-tse-li-ga-ye-no tsa-gv-wi-yu-hi ge-sv-i,
(For thine your Lordship is,)
A-le tsa-li-ni-gi-di-yi ge-sv-i,
(And the power is,)
A-le e-tsa-lv-quo-di-yu ge-sv ni-go-hi-lv-i.
(And the glory is forever.)
E-me-nv.
(Amen)
Incidently, the Lord's Prayer in Cherokee (and English) was one of the items that appeared in the first issue—28 February 1828—of the Cherokee Phoenix
(Tsalagi Tsulehisanunhi), the first newspaper written by and for Indians as well as being printed in both English and the Cherokee language (using Sequoya's syllabary).
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ALPHA-BET Is Medici Etherton Code, Code-X Leonardo da' Vinci. Alpha-bet/Bet: B-Bergerud, E-Etherton, T-time.
Alpha-bet 8 letters, Medici numbers 5,8,13.
'MEDICI ETHERTON CODE'
Leonardo da' Vinci gave us 7 Codes/Clues for Medici Etherton Code:
L, V, S, M, Co, de, X. (Co-de-X)
Leonardo da' Vinci invented the
Alpha-bet he gave each letter a Code and invented the English language.
Medici Etherton Code:
A-Princess Angela de' Medici is Mona Lisa (America,)
B-Bergerud (B-ible, B-oeing, B-itcoin, bet, book, bank, brick, bike, ) (k)
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Ik ga iets posten. Ma je moet het eigenlijk niet lezen. Ik zag een video over hoe de pijn van een break up voor beide partijen tremendous is en een goeie break up zijn best doet om die pijn tot een minimum te houden. Hetgeen Wa ik schreef gaat da nie doen. Het bevat schuld en boosheid en da zijn twee dingen waar je eigenlijk nie mee moet dealen. Dit is iets puur mij, not you. Je moet er niet mee dealen. Ik weet da ik die deze post maak, al een negatieve invloed gaat hebben. Because you’re obviously tempted to read it en oftewel doeje het en voel je u slecht oftewel moeje leven me de kennis da er een extra brief is die ge best nie direct leest. Gelijk de appel van Eva ofzo :^). So I’m sorry.
Het komt wel op dit neer: ik merkte da in uw eerste post er twijfel was rond of deze break up uiteindelijk een stap was naar elkaar weer toe. I understand that you have these thoughts, but can you not mention it in future gesprekken? Ik denk nie da we elkaar moeten verlaten me da in het achterhoofd. Dit is is eigenlijk een definitieve departing en we should respect it like that :).
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Die avond daje na mij kwam was echt life changing. Ik zat me u neer in de zetel en hoorde u boodschap. Er zat zoveel weerstand naar, but I prayed and prayed en prayed… tot ik die harde boodschap voelde door dringen. Tesamen me da kwam er ongelooflijke drive na boven, de drive om verder te gaan me ons. I would call it onuitputtelijk , because it was powered by the fact I love you. En I still do. Merci om da in gang te zetten. I will put it to great use when in conflict with my friends and family, tis echt een source van love waar ik eerder nie aan kon.
Maar ik zit ook me hurt.
De periode van onze tweede break-up ging van start me ik die u ruimte moest geven. Ge ging het druk hebben me school en I just needed to give you space.
So I did that. Ik gaf u die ruimte. Een maand geleden had ik da nie gekund, ma doorda ik net een manier had gevonden om mijzelf er aan te herinneren hoe graag ge mij zag, kon ik doorgaan. Ik had ook mijn issues met de relatie, en die vroegen eigenlijk het vlak tegenovergestelde om onze relatie op te lossen, Ma ik besloot om da aan de kant te zetten even. Da had ik er zo voor over om verder me jou te gaan.
Ik gaf u ruimte, me als doel om te oefenen in “laat het gebeuren, das oké, liefje komt wel terug”. En then you didn’t.
This is a great source of sadness. Waar jij misschien het gevoel hebt da de drive voor onze relatie uitgedoofd was, kan ik enkel heartbroken zijn liefje :( Im sorry. Ik snap u tho.
Ik besef da dit allemaal heel egoïstisch is om te zeggen, want ik weet da gij ook heartbroken zijt. Ik heb ook nie de juiste dingen gedaan om u het gevoel te geven da we verder konden. So I’m sorry for that. Maar gewoon de timing van alles maakt het eindelijk echt Stinky. Ik heb nie kunnen zien hoe je voor mij ging.
So slay this dragon with me liefje, voor de laatste keer samen.
Ik merkte da er in u eerste post twijfel zat over de route die we nog gaan afleggen. Will we get back together or stay friends vroeg je u af.
En hoe graag ik ook verderleef me het idee Wa wij ooit terug iets worden,is da nie hetgeen Wa er kan gebeuren. We moeten elkaar laten gaan. Definitief. We tried. Ik wil zeggen da het is because you broke my heart, but it isn’t. I love you too much. Maar als je dit leest wil ik echt daje er op let om nie over ons alsof er nog een toekomst is :(. It feels a little disrespectful.
So I would like you to stop talking or mentioning the possibility of us getting back together. Kan je da doen? De vriend in mij vraagt da :).
Thank you for reading this if you did.
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[id: five pictures of nie mingjue from various episodes of the untamed. each image is coloured according to the stripes of the five-coloured trans pride flag; light blue, pink, and white. the caption reads “happy pride month” with a heart symbol in a gradient matching the colours of the images. end id.]
#nie mingjue#the untamed#theuntamededit#cqledit#honestly shoutout to mxtx for writing a trans man being adored and admired to the degree nmj is in the novel ♥#this was the only other edit i actually had previous plans because of COURSE i did#but when the request came in immediately after the previous edit i just (':#love that we all share this galaxy brain take. flawless.#also unfair how good he looks in pink actually but we knew that from rino's birthday edits#*kisses screen* love u da-ge#nmj#cql#mycql#cqledits#pride edits#mine
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#mdzsnet#nie mingjue#the untamed#mdzsart#cqlart#the untamed art#*mine#my art#its a miracle i got this done i tell you a MIRACLE#and is it done? im just not gonna look at it too hard just take it i dont even care anymore#da-ge... i love u#happy birthday
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ok bc ik it has no chance of happening but tae kyung/da on/shin woo has SUCH potential if not only for one last perfect opportunity for nam goong to yell UR ABANDONING ME 🥺😞😡 UR EXCLUDING MEEE 😤😖😫
#also in a perfect world he would MC their wedding and take credit for their relationship 💀💀#uh ya u can all thank me for today since i as the love doctor am the reason they got their heads out of their asses 😌😌#i dont see the show ending w tae kyung w either of them romantically#simply bc i love both relationships pretty evenly#which makes me think ges going to choose friendship over romance bc hes never had friends esp such good ones#but on the other hand OT3 SUPERIORITY#💯💯💯💯💯#light on me#korean bl#mlm#woo tae kyung/shin da on/noh shin woo#my writing#ALSO the way tae kyung looks between the 2 of them at the show and needs both of their presence like it would be PERFECT
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man so many of the relationship beats of the untamed are just a character staring in shock and horror at someone they love, who has done something terrible that cannot be undone. granted, this is mostly because jiggy is industrious but Mingjue, Jiang Cheng, Xiao Xingchen,* Xichen, Jin Ling,** they all get that awful why moment where the thing they’re upset about is almost as much that there’s no going back or fixing what’s been broken as the transgression itself. Who can tell me what to do, what can I do says Wei Wuxian when he thinks he’s betrayed himself, and I think that’s kind of the heart of it for all of them, even Mingjue, who can’t bring himself to kill someone who’d die for him.
*metaphorical staring. also confronting the horror of what he himself has done, but there’s a certain amount of “oh fuck what have you made me complicit in” going on in all of these instances
** arguably he gets to do this twice, with two different uncles! oh honey.
#the untamed#nie mingjue#lan xichen#jin guangyao#you could arguably put huaisang on that list#but i think he transitions pretty smoothly into coolio imma burn my house just to watch you roast mode#i genuinely think he loved jiggy!#but i also think for him the revelation that jin guangyao killed his brother punted him so far out of the circle of his regard#that he didn't get that fun little#the person i most want to turn to for comfort and advice about this#is unfortunately also the person i need comfort and advice about moment#whereas even mingjue is asking after meng yao and trying to make sure he's ok#and i don't think he takes the brotherhood oath if he doesn't still love him#but also look mingjue u know ur my 1 da-ge but making binding lifetime commitments to people in the hopes that you can fix them#works out well 0% of the time#also nicely done jiggy putting the idea in jin ling's head that he fucked up and betrayed his family by caring about his father's killer#right before revealing that you his beloved uncle are arguably his father's killer#a+ parenting#oh well at least the person jin ling most wants comfort from is generally jiang cheng and he's jiang cheng but he's also reliably only#going to do bad things that won't fuck jin ling over
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someone teach xiao feng how to flirt.......
#anyone thats' not da wei fuck him#but god... xiao feng just tell an lan u like her oh my god#if u keep being an idiot disaster like this da wei is gonna steal ur girl and we don't want his nasty ass near her#mirf watches cf#ALSO OH MY GOD LU XIAOBEI AND CHU GE!!!!!! THE CUTEST WHAT THE FUCK I LOVE THEM
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Prompt: Post-canon, Nie Huaisang drops the 'Headshaker' facade and his disciples stop pretending they think he's incompetent, and a bunch of Sect Leaders who are used to being able to step all over Qinghe Nie are suddenly faced with a cunning, brilliant leader who Takes Absolutely No Shit.
Associates - Part 1 - ao3
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“I’m sorry,” Nie Huaisang said, so shocked that he didn’t even raise his fan in front of his face. “You want me to what now?”
“Help,” Lan Wangji said. He was seated across from Nie Huaisang, as stiff-backed and formal as if they were having a discussion conference banquet rather than a meal in Nie Huaisang’s private quarters in the Unclean Realm.
“Yes, I gathered as much,” Nie Huaisang said. “Two questions: Help with what? And – why me?”
Lan Wangji’s brow wrinkled minutely, which for the Lan sect suggested a state of extreme stress. “Brother has entered seclusion.”
“I know that,” Nie Huaisang said, firmly ignoring the niggling feeling of guilt. If Lan Xichen hadn’t wanted to be completely wrecked as collateral damage in Nie Huaisang’s revenge plan, he shouldn’t have tried to take Jin Guangyao’s side even after he knew what he’d done.
His da-ge deserved better than that. Especially from Lan Xichen.
“I have been appointed Chief Cultivator,” Lan Wangji said.
“I know that, too,” Nie Huaisang said. “I sent you a present in congratulations, didn’t I?”
Lan Wangji gave him a dead-eyed look, which meant he’d received it.
“I thought you and Wei Wuxian would enjoy it,” Nie Huaisang protested, hiding his twitching lips behind his fan. His favorite, as always – he might switch them out on a regular basis, but he always came back to this one, the one his brother had given him long, long ago. It served as a reminder that he should trust no one, which was a concept his stupid heart had a tendency to otherwise forget. “I understand that appropriate preparation is a very important part of the proceedings –”
The dead-eyed looked turned into a glare, and Nie Huaisang coughed into his hand and stopped talking about the jade phallus and jar of lubricant that he’d sent to the Cloud Recesses in a discreet package under the guise of a congratulations gift.
He really hoped he was lucky enough that Lan Wangji had opened it in front of other people, but sadly he suspected the other man knew him too well to do that.
“Speaking of which, have you married him yet?” he asked, ignoring his hurt at not having been informed. He hadn’t expected an invitation to the happy event itself, of course; Wei Wuxian had made very clear what he’d thought about what Nie Huaisang had done – don’t associate with evil. There was a reason that Nie Huaisang had carefully returned to referring to Wei Wuxian by name, rather than casually. But not even to receive a letter informing him of it having happened…?
“I have not,” Lan Wangji said. When Nie Huaisang goggled at him, disbelieving, he shifted minutely in his seat and said, “He wanted to travel. I – could not.”
“Well, of course you couldn’t,” Nie Huaisang said blankly. “You’re the Lan sect heir. If your brother goes into seclusion, then responsibility for managing your sect falls to you – and of course you were just named Chief Cultivator – wait, are you doing both jobs by yourself?”
Lan Wangji nodded.
Nie Huaisang had a momentary feeling of sincere pity, and then the true horror sunk in.
“And you’re asking me to help you?!” he yowled. “Hanguang-jun! You can’t be serious! Don’t you know what everyone says about me? Me, the hapless ‘I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know’, the one they all call the Headshaker?”
“I know what they call you,” Lan Wangji said, stoic as ever. “I also know what they said about Wei Ying, and about Lianfeng-zun. There is not much gain in listening to what people say.”
“I don’t think those are comparable situations,” Nie Huaisang complained, but even he had to admit it was a bit of a weak response.
“No?” Lan Wangji said. “Then you are not the man who drove Lianfeng-zun into a corner with no route of escape?”
Well, when he put it that way.
“That doesn’t mean I know anything about running a sect,” Nie Huaisang pointed out. “Sure, I’ve managed, but I had –” Er-ge and san-ge do it. “- help.”
“They each had their own sects to run,” Lan Wangji pointed out in return. “You must have done much of it yourself.”
“But –”
“Nie Huaisang,” Lan Wangji said, and Nie Huaisang blinked. Lan Wangji hadn’t called him as informally as that in years, and certainly never since he became Sect Leader. “Please. As a favor to me.”
Nie Huaisang pursed his lips and looked down at his plate, reaching out and playing with his teacup.
It was a low blow, that.
Pity for Lan Wangji that low blows didn’t work on him anymore.
“We used to be friends, once,” Nie Huaisang said, not looking up. “A long time ago – do you remember? I was seven, you were eight, it was right after my father died. I slept in your room.”
He’d had screaming nightmares back then, and they were worse when he was alone. It hadn’t been just about his father, either, but his brother, the memory of fear in his eyes and bruises on his face, the desperate way he’d pleaded for Nie Huaisang to agree to go to Gusu just for a little while, the persistent worry about what was happening back home once he’d agreed, the haunting thoughts of losing him in the same way he’d lost his father…
Lan Wangji hadn’t been much of a talker back then, either, but he’d crawled into the cot they’d set up for Nie Huaisang in his room and had held his hand, right up until he’d passed out like clockwork at nine. His steady breathing had reminded Nie Huaisang of his brother, calming his nerves, and eventually he’d started confiding in him. Telling him all his fears – the secrets he’d guessed about the Nie family cultivation he only half-understood – the qi deviations –
“I remember,” Lan Wangji said.
“Later, when I came back to the Cloud Recesses to learn for the first time, I was so excited to see you again, and so disappointed to find out you were preparing to go into seclusion. When I snuck over to see you, you chased me away – and when you came out, you only spoke to me long enough to scold me about how I wasn’t obeying the rules properly. I thought you were embarrassed to be seen with me.”
Lan Wangji said nothing. He probably had been. With the benefit of hindsight and age, Nie Huaisang could even understand: adolescence was such a prickly age, and little things seemed so important.
“I was angry at you back then,” Nie Huaisang said. “Very angry – but all I did was start treating you coldly, calling you Lan-er-gongzi instead of Lan Zhan, waiting for you to remember that you liked me. And then the next year we had all those adventures together, you and me and Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian, and of course we were close again during the war. You remember, I’m sure, how we used to stay together every time you came back to the Cloud Recesses or visited the Unclean Realm, how I couldn’t do anything for the war but worry, couldn’t do anything but keep you company, but you said it helped to lift your spirits before you headed out again. I even sent you letters after what happened with Wei-xiong– with Wei Wuxian. The siege of the Burial Mounds. I knew how close you were, and I wanted to comfort you if I could...but you never responded to any of them.”
He shook his head and rolled the teacup from one hand to another.
“And then you didn’t show up when my brother died. In seclusion again! For years and years! The honorable Hanguang-jun, always thinking about his cultivation; what a good seed you are, a pride and joy to your sect. Just like everyone always said.”
“I didn’t have a choice,” Lan Wangji said. His voice was very quiet, a little hoarse. “I was not well.”
Nie Huaisang shrugged. “No one ever explained, either then or thereafter. And no one else ever guessed ‘busy mourning the death of the love of your life’ was the reason, either, so I don’t know why you would expect me to.”
“You never spoke to me again,” Lan Wangji said, his jaw and throat working. He’d tried, a few times, but Nie Huaisang had looked through him as if he wasn’t there, twittering like a foolish little bird with only the most formal of addresses on his lips. “Only in passing, when you came to visit my brother.”
“As I’m sure you’ve realized by now, I’m very good at holding a grudge,” Nie Huaisang said, and put his teacup down. He knew perfectly well that he was being unfair, that he was being cruel and selfish and completely disregarding the many ways he had undoubtedly been unfair to Lan Wangji in turn through lack of consideration or otherwise. But he was cruel and selfish, his mission this past decade and more evidence enough of that, and that old pain of abandonment had lingered far past the point of reason. Still lingered, if he was being honest. “I’m sorry that you’re struggling, and for my part in it, but you’re going to have to do better than please.”
Lan Wangji was quiet, bowing his head. After a time, he said, “I was in recovery during that period. I did not learn about what had happened to your brother until – until much later. It was kept from me so as not to disturb me as I was healing...I can show you the remaining marks, if you wish.”
“That’d be something,” Nie Huaisang said, because he was a petty person like that. Because that had hurt back then, thinking that Lan Wangji was ignoring him even at that most desperate moment, hurt more than anything.
Well. Not more than anything.
Not more than losing his brother. Than finding out the truth about Jin Guangyao.
Than realizing he was the only one who could right this wrong, and that he would have to do it alone.
“If things had been different,” Lan Wangji said, and he did not lift his head. “If things had gone – otherwise. Would you have trusted me?”
Now it was Nie Huaisang’s turn to bow his head. If he had had Lan Wangji, had trusted Lan Wangji…yes, things might have gone very differently.
For Lan Xichen, at least.
“Perhaps,” he said, unwilling to commit himself but knowing that his mere lack of response said everything. “But enough about the past. Far more importantly - what about the future?”
Lan Wangji blinked at him.
Nie Huaisang sighed. “You’re right. I did learn to run a sect, at least somewhat. I may not be very good at it, but I know all the things a sect leader ought to know – all the secrets, all the gossip, how to commit to nothing while making people think you’ve agreed, who should sit next to who and who shouldn’t, what’s a trap and what isn’t, all the things you’ve never needed to care about it. Your brother made sure I knew it all, and told me many stories about things he was doing to run your sect to use as examples. As you suspected, I can probably help you, even if only in figuring out how to appropriately delegate the work.”
“But?”
“I may not be a very good custodian of it, but my sect is the only thing I have left,” Nie Huaisang said. “And you may have once been my friend, Lan Zhan, but now you’re the Chief Cultivator. Do not associate with evil. Am I to expect a freeze in trade relations? A subtle ostracization of my disciples? Will I be invited to the discussion conferences, or will people turn their faces away from me?” He shrugged. “You don’t get to play hot and cold with me anymore. You want my help, you stand by my side. No more judgment.”
Lan Wangji was frowning. “As Chief Cultivator, I must be impartial.”
“Just like the last three were? Wen Ruohan, Jin Guangshan, Jin Guangyao…oh yes, impartiality is truly intrinsic to the position, with such grand examples in your predecessors,” Nie Huaisang said archly, and this time he did open his fan. Trust no one. “I’m not asking for favoritism. Equality with all the others, and your support if someone tries to criticize me or remove me, especially for anything to do with Jin Guangyao; that’ll be enough. Well?”
Lan Wangji considered it for a long time.
It wasn’t anything personal – Lan Wangji was a contemplative sort of person – so Nie Huaisang didn’t take offense, just waited, occasionally moving to eat a little of the food.
“Very well,” Lan Wangji finally said. “I agree.”
Nie Huaisang was ready with his next question, and also a bite of some grilled vegetables, which he swallowed down before speaking. “And if Wei Wuxian doesn’t?”
Lan Wangji’s hands tightened around his knees. “I have said I will defend you. I have not named exceptions.”
“Just checking,” Nie Huaisang said, then smiled and put some of the vegetables into Lan Wangji’s bowl. “Eat up, Lan Zhan! We’re going to have our work cut out for us.”
Lan Wangji nodded. He seemed resigned.
“If you want, I’ll even deal with Jiang Cheng for you,” Nie Huaisang said. “But it’ll cost you.”
Lan Wangji tilted his head to the side, as if it could hide how much his eyes had brightened in anticipation of that particular burden being taken off his back.
“Remember when we were kids and I asked you to do my copying for me?”
A slow blink. “You want me to do paperwork?”
“I want you to do so much paperwork,” Nie Huaisang said emphatically. He even waved his hands around in emphasis, he meant it so strongly. “I’ll tell you what needs to be done and who needs to do it, I’ll show you how to keep the smaller sects in line and how to manage conferences, but if I never see another memorial in my life it will be too soon..!”
“I think,” Lan Wangji said dryly, “that we will be able to devise an equitable division of labor.”
“Old friend!” Nie Huaisang trilled happily, holding out his arms.
“Do not hug me.”
“Ah, Lan Zhan, don’t be like that –”
“Do not hug me.”
“Don’t be so cold! How are we going to get Wei Wuxian back by your side if we don’t put some effort into making him jealous?”
“…explain.”
“Well, the way I see it –”
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