black rag

C: When I was in California with a friend, her acquaintance said the N word so I called her a g*** and she was like “Wow that’s racist. So you hate Asian people?” And I said, “No more than you hate black people.” She didn’t say anything else and left early. I’m sick of these non black ass rags saying the slur, so I’m serving them what they’re serving me and no I don’t believe in “takin the high road.” You wanna use a slur tied to my oppression then get ready for a nasty response. #notyourblackfriend

I got tired of the submissions from people who are on good terms with the Crows, and appear to think that this is an easy thing to be. The Crows are just as frightening as the Gentry, in many ways. If you start to think of them as safe, or trivialise their regard by assuming you can buy it with minor things - scraps of food and respectful nods that cost you little to nothing - then you are going to have a very bad time.

Thus, as a public service; a trilogy of anecdotes:

The first thing they tell you about the Crows is this: Some say that if they love you they will lead you home, no matter how far you have wandered. But the crows do not love many.

Once, there was a student who paid faithful tribute to the Court of Crows. She offered food and trinkets at noon each day, and sang to them when the moon was full. She presumed herself safe, that she had bought the shade of their sheltering wings.

Then she watched as her roommate, her dearest friend, was Taken out from under one of the Crows trees. In her furious grief she swore revenge, but with summer break just around the corner, her friends thought she’d get over it. That she’d cool her head.

She came back with a shotgun, and a box full of neatly-stacked shells, and her friends and fellow students paid the price for it. Those were a bad few days. People lost friends.

No-one ever saw her again, or a body. But Jim from down the hall swears up and down the janitor came away with a bucket full of red water.

Do not anger the Crows. Do not presume their favour. It is theirs alone to grant, and they owe you nothing.

Once there was a student who took heed of the stories of the Crows. He left them offerings and read them poems, and this they tolerated, though they never showed him special favour.

He grew resentful of this lack, and stepped up his efforts. He bought them lavish gifts; outcompeting those who left them food or trinkets. He praised them during his breaks, striving to outdo those who simply nodded with respect. Every time they fluttered and shifted on their branches without gracing him with affection, his ugly fury grew.

Iron and salt stop only the Gentry. He found a feather on his pillow one morning, jet black and ragged-edged and stained with blood. Rather than taking this as a warning and a caution, he showed it to all who would look; let words boil out of his mouth that put form to what he felt he deserved. The next night, he dreamed of harsh croaks and cold air, and sharp beaks pecking out his eyes and tongue.

He woke up blind and mute, never to covet them again.

Do not insult the Crows. Do not try to buy their favour. It is not a thing to be sold, and you are entitled to nothing.

Once there was a student who was Taken by the Gentry. He laboured under Their affections until they released him into Elsewhere; uncaring as to his fate. Knowing what would befall him if he lingered, he searched desperately for a route that would lead him home.

A black shape took wing from the trees above him, and thinking himself safe, he sobbed in relief. He had always paid his respects to the Crows, and now he wept with joy and promised them much if they would lead him back to safer lands. More came, and he followed the ever-growing flock deeper and deeper down forest paths.

Eventually, he reached a clearing where the bare earth was dyed crimson. Human bones lay scattered on the ground, pecked clean of flesh. The flock settled all about him, and at last he remembered.

Not for nothing is a group of crows named a murder.

Do not rely on the Crows. Do not ask for their favour. They are neither safe nor tame, and they are bound by nothing.


Random Trinket Table

Have you ever thought to yourself, “Man, I want something useless but mildly interesting that isn’t from the trinket table in the player’s handbook!” Well, you’re in luck. Because I love random, useless trinkets and I’ve created a list for all to use. Even though there are plenty of other random trinket tables out there, you can never really have too many. Am I right or…? Anyways. Table below the cut!

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First Kiss: Chenle


Anon: Do a first kiss with chenle please. But fluffy and cute.😘

This was quite cute to write, so I hope you like this! Than you to the anon who gave me the inspiration for this aWe bless :’-)

Originally posted by nctinfo

  • Right, so this is gonna be quite fluffy and so please bear with me lmao
  • This is gonna be inspired from the Switch music video, idea curtesy of anon who suggested this idea lmao
  • So you had been friends with Chenle for a very long time
  • You had known him ever since you were a toddler when you fell over and toddler-Chenle came to you, kissed your knee better and tried to make you laugh
  • Ever since then, you two had been joined at the hip
  • You were dubbed twins by the older members but a part of you had these underlying feelings for Chenle
  • At first, you thought it was just because of admiration for him - he was an idol at such a young age and you were so proud of him
  • But then you realised that it was more than that
  • It wasn’t like you actively tried to hide your crush from him but you didn’t try to make it obvious either
  • You were happy to just be with him, and that was the main thing for you, not if you had a label and were an item
  • So one summer afternoon you were hanging out with the NCT members in a massive park
  • You were close to all the members and they all felt like older brothers to you
  • The weather was damp and humid, and of course, boys being boys, they got irritated by the heat very quickly
  • You suggested a water gun fight, gesteruring in the direction of a small convenience store near by
  • Immediately they started cheering, delight in their faces
  • Ten and Chenle started jumping around like fools already trying to gather money from the other members to buy some water guns
  • After they had been bought, the members decided to take things one step further and have teams 
  • Taeyong delegated the members into 2 teams, the black team and the white team
  • White team: Taeyong, Ten, Yuta, Taeil, Haechan, Jeno, Chenle, WinWin, Kun
  • Black team: Hansol, Mark, Jaemin, Johnny, Jaehyun, Doyoung, Renjun, Jisung, Y/N
  • Unluckily for you, you were on a different team to Chenle, armed with a water gun and a piece of black rag around your arm
  • It was decided that everyone would have 5 minutes to run and hide before the game properly started 
  • And immediately you ran in the opposite direction toward a large oak tree in the distance 
  • You watched from your safe spot as the other guys ran off, screaming in delight and shouting insults to one another jokingly
  • Since you had hidden yourself quite well and quite easily, you moved back behind the tree and sat down, waiting for the 5 minutes to be over
  • It was cool and shady, and you watched some other people strolling around the park and relaxing
  • Suddenly you feel a squirt of cold water on your shoulder and you jump, gasping at the coldness 
  • A hand covers your mouth and your eyes widening until you here a a giggle and soothing voice reassure you 
  • “Y/N! Calm down! Gosh…”
  • Chenle’s voice instantly relieves you and you sign in relief, when he takes his hand off 
  • He sits beside you, stretching his legs out next to yours and leaning back on the tree behind you
  • Staring at him in shock, you shuffle away, hitting his shoulder for scaring you like that
  • If it was anyone else, you would’ve been fuming, saying that this was your hiding spot and to go away
  • But this was Chenle, your crush, and despite being on the opposite team for this game, you were glad he was there
  • “What are you doing here, Chenle? We’re on different teams”, you questioned the boy beside you, who was playing with his water gun and checking if he had enough water in it
  • He shrugs, suggesting he didn’t really have a reason to be here and to basically just accept that he was there
  • “Relax, Y/N, the game hasn’t even started yet”, he laughs at you, pushing you gently back against the tree in attempt to make you more comfortable and relaxed
  • Humming in response, you do sit back, watching quietly as he continues to fiddle with his water gun, occasionally shooting water to see how far he could get the water to land
  • You giggle when he turns the gun on himself and pretends to shoot himself, pulling weird and crazy faces and smiling fondly when you laugh at him
  • Eventually he calms down, and you two are left in a quiet silence
  • You just sit there, shoulder to shoulder, watching people walk by in front of you, listening to the wind whistling and the sun shining
  • You hear the other members starting to scream and you peer from behind the tree to see them all running about, shooting water at one another and laughing
  • Standing up, you brush off your clothes and pick up your water gun, preparing to step out and into the action
  • However, a hand stops you abruptly and you turn back to see Chenle standing up with you, shaking his head slightly
  • “No! Don’t go yet! I mean, let’s stay here and surprise them when they’re least expecting it, yeah?“ 
  • Chenle said suddenly, blushing afterwards
  • You stutter out an okay, not really understanding why he wanted to do this but then again, it did sound like a good plan
  • Leaning back on your heels, you smile at Chenle and his awkwardness
  • He avoids your gaze and gulps, moving closer to you slightly but then retreating back again
  • At this point, you start to get weirded out, unable to understand what he was doing 
  • You sigh and stretch your neck, turning your head back to Chenle to ask when you two should go back to the game and play
  • But, instead you feel a pair of soft lips on yours, making you gasp and shut your eyes instinctively
  • Chenle steps back, looking at you innocently and waiting for your reaction
  • Your fingers reach to touch your lips, and you can still find the coldness and softness of his lips on yours 
  • Since you don’t say anything for a while, Chenle’s face starts to fall and he clumsily picks up this water gun, muttering an apology and walking away sadly
  • Your fingers lace with his before he has the opportunity to walk away and you awkwardly tug him back, quietly saying "stay”
  • He looks at your interlocked hands, and smiled back up at you, wiggling his eyebrows as if to say “ooooooh skin contact!" 
  • Rolling your eyes, you giggle alone before moving closer to the shy boy and pecking him on the lips again
  • Well it wasn’t a peck but it wasn’t a very big intense kiss for obvious reasons lmao
  • His touches your cheek softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear
  • It was a really sweet and calm moment, and you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach
  • You literally couldn’t believe you were kissing the same boy who kissed your knee when you fell over years before, who grew up with you, succeeded as an idol and and was your best friend
  • To you, it was like a dream that you never wanted to leave
  • He had never been this delicate and soft around you, and it just melted your heart
  • But before you could pull away or savour the moment even more, you two were drenched in water
  • Chenle jumps back, screaming at the coldness of the water and glaring at the rest of the members who had all shot water at the pair of you at the same time
  • They didn’t seem angry or bothered that they had just caught you two kissing, but rather laughed airily at your shocked faces
  • Chenle raised an eyebrow at you, briefly looking down at your water gun then to the members, and gave you a nod
  • You grab your water gun and immediately turn on the members, laughing as you shoot them with water and they run away
  • Basically it’d be quite cute and brief because thIs is chenLE WHO IS TEO YEARS OLD AND SHOULDNT BE KISSING PEOPLE UNTIL HE’S MARRIED OK

First Kiss series

the-universes-best-dressed  asked:

for a prompt! santa monica by everclear

Nice, get some everclear in the mix! Thanks for the prompt :) 

“Look,” I say, “it’s not you, it’s me. I think I’m just heading in a different direction right now. I can’t let our relationship hold me back anymore.”

Light, fastest man on Earth, superhero extraordinaire, stops struggling against his bonds to stare at me. “Did you kidnap me to…break up with me?”

My heart skips a beat. “No! I mean, we’re not even, like, dating so I’m not. Obviously.” I adjust my rubber gloves nervously, tucking my lab coat more securely into them. “Just, um, letting you know that you don’t need to save the day anymore. From me at least.” I laugh and stop abruptly, face flushing. My laugh is off putting, so I hear.

Light speed kicks the chair I’ve tied him to and grimaces when it doesn’t break.

“It’s titanium,” I say, shoving my hands into my coat’s pockets. “I’ll let you go, just wanted to tell you goodbye, I guess. We, uh, probably won’t be seeing each other again.”

“Are you dying?” he asks, strangely alarmed. He lowers his voice. “Or is someone threatening you?” His eyes narrow. “Is it Technomaniac? Because he’s from Texas, this isn’t even his turf, I can contact the heroes down there to come get him–”

“I’m not being threatened,” I blurt out. He’d kick another villain out of LA for me? Why? “I just, it’s time for me to move on, that’s all. I, well…”

“You are dying,” Light says, face horrified. “Oh my god, and I threw you through that window last week!”

“I’m not dying!” I throw my hands up in the air. “I’m quitting being a villain!”

The words ring in the empty lab. All of my equipment has already been disposed of, the experiments, everything. I’m ready for a new start, totally and completely.

“You’re…quitting.” Light seems unable to comprehend it. “Like, quitting quitting? Or taking a break? Or maybe you mean rebranding, I hear that’s popular these days–”

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