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To Be Alone - A Moriel Fic

For @acotarshipweek  moriel week which was…sixteen centuries ago, I am aware, but the prompt came from there so credit where credit’s due. Speaking of credit, blessings upon my dearest, @pterodactylichexameter for betaing/general encouragement with this thing, ‘twas a pain at times. 

Title: To Be Alone 

Summary: moriel sin week prompt: secret rendezvous. Mor and Az find themselves alone in a quiet corner of Velaris, having been each told to meet someone important here, not knowing they were being set-up. Little does their High Lady know they’ve already been in a relationship for some months now. They decide to make the most of this time alone they’ve been given and slip off together to a nearby inn… 

Teaser: She hadn’t thought it possible – that she could want him more once he was hers but…From that first brush of his tongue against hers, that first taste of him, she had known that she would never belong to another heart again. She was his. She had always been his, really. As he had always been hers. She had known she would never want anyone else – and that she would never stop wanting him. 

Link: AO3

Mor sucks in a deep breath as she steps from the whisper of darkness winnowing always envelopes her in. It’s near sunset and the streets of Velaris are busy, full of people heading home for their evening meals before the city comes alive for true when night falls. She smiles politely and nods greetings to a few of those who meet her eyes but she doesn’t linger to chat with anyone this time. She’s already a little late for her appointment.

The crowds fortunately start to thin as she heads towards the quieter, more residential area of town near the river. It’s much less densely populated and a faint kiss of mist cools her flushed, warm skin as she emerges from the hot press of bodies. Through the shifting eddies of swirling white she sees the bridge over the Sidra she was asked to come to and hurries her steps when she dimly spots a solitary figure waiting for her – a column of shadow among the white river ghosts.

Mor is within spitting distance before she realises that the person waiting for her is not the one she had expected. Old instincts, sharpened by the recent war, have her reaching for her power, gathering it in her body, preparing to attack or defend- But a heartbeat later she recognises the person and her defences shatter on instinct.

Azriel stands with perfect stillness, leaning on the stone wall of the bridge a calm, tranquil expression upon his handsome features. He doesn’t turn towards her, shift his position at all, or give any other outward reaction to her presence. Mor isn’t fooled. He knows perfectly well that she’s there. For one thing she had seen the shadow curling around his ear moments earlier, informing him that she was – though Mor suspects he had known even before that. The damn male is impossible to sneak up on; unless he lets her, which is frankly just insulting.

Approaching him with long, easy strides, Mor mirrors his unconcerned posture, standing beside him and letting her gaze drift out over the Sidra as well, following his gaze. She manages a full, impressive, ten seconds before her restraint cracks. Az smiles thinly, fondly, as the words burst from her, interrupting the peaceful silence, “What are you doing here?”

At last Ariel tears his gaze away from the view in front of them to look down at her. His face softens as his eyes meet hers, the mask of cold composure that some, wrongly, assume is a permanent feature of her shadowsinger slips. His quiet affection shows through instead, that tender smile lingering on his lips. The shadows that twist around him thin then vanish, as though giving them privacy. Her belly swoops with the usual familiar pulse of pleasure and joy that he feels safe with her, safe enough to let his instinctive guard down.

Az’s voice is its typical dark, velvet calm when he answers her, “I was told to urgently meet an informant here and was advised that the meeting would be…” his lips curl into a tighter smile, his eyes tinged with obvious amusement as he looks her up and down, appreciating her even though she’s dressed rather simply, “Advantageous to me.”

“By?” Mor prompts him, eyebrows quirking up.

Az’s smile deepens before he answers, “Feyre.”

Mor looses a short burst of laughter at that. Theory confirmed. Az only widens his eyes quizzically, inviting her to explain her reacting.  

Composing herself enough to answer Mor drums her fingers thoughtfully on the top of the stone wall before she tells Az, through a broad grin, “Our esteemed High Lady asked me to meet her here at this time for something very important.” Her smirk broadens, now edged with wicked glee as she jostles Az playfully with her shoulder. “Seems like you’re ‘very important’, Az.”

As she had hoped this teases a faint flush of pink into his tan cheeks and her grin broadens in answer. Then his brow furrows and he clears  his throat and says, with a very good impression of his usual cool, analytical seriousness that’s only given away to her by how his hazel eyes glitter with merriment, “Looks like she thinks we should be spending some more quality time alone together. “

A soft shiver rustles through her as his gaze meets hers. Heat coils low in her stomach but she ignores it, pushing it down hard. Opting for airy amusement instead she says pointedly, “In a very romantic location.” She gestures around them, to the thin veil of mist enveloping them, adding an additional layer of intimacy to the meeting. The Sirda flows beneath them, gilded by the slowly setting sun, burning like liquid gold with diamonds peppering the smooth water, sparkling like stars.

Velaris is beautiful as it draws near to the night it so enjoys and it’s known, comfortable and familiar to both of them. The location is perfect – a little too perfect – and Feyre’s motives aren’t particularly difficult to guess at. Mor hopes Az never tries to recruit her for any further spying or subterfuge; if this is any indication she won’t get on well with it. Still…

She turns back to Az, her voice dropping, a hint of silk brushing through her words, “I’m not going to argue with her.”

Conversely to her hopeful expectations, Az’s frown only deepens into lines of uncertainty. “Do you think we should tell her?” he asks, his fingers trailing, apparently unconsciously, over the hand she has resting on the bridge.

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the children’s season falls like love: slowly, stealthily, devious and sticky-sweet like ice cream running down kids’ fingers, like painted colors running down a sunset canvas. there is nowhere to go without sun, without the sound of hot feet slapping on pavement like God is applauding this freedom, this flying-bird falling-sunshine laughing-wind freedom that tastes like honey and looks like the way the sun shines off his hair, the way the sweat rolls off her skin, the way the hearts beat in their chests like youth, passion, red-hot life right off the shelf.

shorts and tank tops and chuck taylors and ponytails swinging like pendulums, glowing like halos, all golden thread and chestnut string; sleek bared chests and swimtrunks and smiles like streetlights (they only come on at night, when the moon is drinking whiskey and the girls are out in full-swing). sweet sweat rolling like ichor and words dripping from full lips like ambrosia. this is how you know the young gods are alive: electricity is in the air in anticipation of all the storms, skin turns to bronze and smiles turn to ivory, the city comes alive deep in the streets where no one thinks to look. the world gets brighter - then the world gets darker.

her mother always told her summer was her season: long legs like effortless, a chest like godless, a laugh like goddess, sweet beauty on top of sour sly cyanide. love pooling in the fingertips of one hand and poison pooling in the fingertips of the other. her teeth are white like sinless but in the right light they glow with the blood of all the hearts she’s popped like balloons and when she walks down the street time stops. sound stops. the light stops. everything stops.

his father always told him summer would be his season: sex drive like a v8 engine, fingers like gold-laced leaves (beautiful but shaking), dimples like craters deep down in his skin. hair falling past his eyes like stay away. his eyes are wide and quiet like the sky, but in the summer the skies light up like the bright flaring pain of beauty and maybe his eyes seem a little more like universes, a little more alive, a little more there, or maybe it’s his imagination. sometimes, when the eye in the sky sets and he’s left on his own at the old cornerstore on 44th street, he wonders why his bones are made of the earth instead of the stars. why he doesn’t bleed jack daniel’s and laugh smoke. why the others are young immortals and he is just young.

immortality is made, not born. the stars whisper to him even though he is deaf to the heavenly:

yours is coming. when your feet no longer touch the ground, do not cry for relief; we will not hear you. and if we do, we will not answer.

- i. the melting season // part one of “seasons” // abby

The ‘My Friends are the Best’ Playlist

So I’m bored and since my friends mean so much to me, I decided to make a playlist dedicated to them. This is for @hailfrenchie @do-i-smell-a-fandom @pepperonishellos @shadowtheswag @swagglesmaggles @doehg @esaladbar1 @baconbear23 because they mean so much to me. Even though I’ve known some of you guys longer than others, you guys mean everything to me and I honestly don’t know what I’d do without you guys. Like seriously, how do you guys even stand me? I’m annoying af.

This took me a lot of fucking time so you better appreciate it.

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DISCLAIMERS: The songs are in the order they come up on my computer, which is artist name and random order of songs/albums. Also, some of these songs I barely listen to anymore so some of these songs might not belong with others. I did link the songs; some of them are music videos and some aren’t, depending on if the song has a music video of if there’s talking in the middle of the song ‘cause videos like that bother me. Also a lot of these are love songs or only have a few lyrics that apply but shhhh.

Gravity by Against the Current

“If I could do it again I wouldn’t change a thing ‘cause it’s made me who I am”

In Our Bones by Against the Current

“We’re born to be electric / You and me, we’re painting neon under our skin / It’s a force you shouldn’t mess with / Cause you and me, we’re glowing bright / Radioactive”

Wild Things by Alessia Cara

“We make our own rules, our own room, no bias here”

If These Sheets Were States by All Time Low

“If these sheets were the states, and you were miles away / I’d fold them end over end to bring you closer to me”

For Baltimore by All Time Low

“I don’t wanna say goodnight / The city comes alive, when we’re together / Why can’t Thursday last forever?”

Kids in the Dark by All Time Low

“They left us alone / The kids in the dark / To burn out forever / Or light up a spark / We come together / State of the art / We’ll never surrender”

Missing You by All Time Low

“But if you need a friend / Then please just say the word”

Vegas by All Time Low

“My friends are a different breed / My friends are everything”

Rock N Roll by Avril Lavigne

“When it’s you and me / We don’t need no one to tell us who to be”

Wish You Were Here by Avril Lavigne

“And I remember all those crazy things you said / You left them running through my head / You’re always there / You’re everywhere / But right now I wish you were here / All those crazy things we did / Didn’t think about it / Just went with it / You’re always there / You’re everywhere / But right now I wish you were here”

Darlin by Avril Lavigne

“There’s nothing else I can do / But love you the best that I can”

Here’s to Never Growing Up by Avril Lavigne

“They say ‘just grow up’ / But they don’t know us / We don’t give a fuck / And we’re never gonna change / Say, won’t you say ‘forever’ / Stay, if you stay forever / Hey, we can stay forever young”

Smile by Avril Lavigne

“And that’s why I smile / It’s been a while / Since every day and everything has / Felt this right / And now you turn it all around / And suddenly you’re all I need / The reason why I / I smile”

Fire N Gold by Bea Miller

“There is love inside this madness / We are walking on the moon / Though I don’t believe in magic / I believe in me and you”

We’re Taking Over by Bea Miller

“We’re still standing / We’re still breathing / We’re still fighting / We’re not leaving”

One Call Away by Charlie Puth

“No matter where you go / You know you’re not alone / I’m only one call away / I’ll be there to save the day”

Oath by Cher Lloyd (ft. Becky G.)

“Wherever you go, just always remember / That you got a home for now and forever / And if you get low, just call me whenever / This is my oath to you”

Two Pieces by Demi Lovato

“We don’t know where to go / So I’ll just get lost with you / We’ll never fall apart / ‘Cause we fit together right / We fit together right / These dark clouds over me / Rain down and roll away / We’ll never fall apart / ‘Cause we fit together like / Two pieces of a broken heart”

Nightingale by Demi Lovato

“'Cause baby you’re my sanity / You bring me peace”

Better in Stereo by Dove Cameron

“You, the other half of me / The half I’ll never be / The half that drives me crazy / You, the better half of me / The half I’ll always need”

As Long As I Have You by Dove Cameron

“I tried on my own / I thought I’d get there / Around and round / But I was only getting nowhere / Then you came along and gave me something / Something that I could believe in, trust in / And I won’t go back again”

Count Me In by Dove Cameron

“There are times my world is crumbling and the rain is crashing down / But everywhere you are the sun comes out”

Bright by Echosmith

“And I see colors in a different way / You make what doesn’t matter fade to grey / Life is good and that’s the way it should be”

The Kids Aren’t Alright by Fall Out Boy

“And in the end / I’ll do it all again / I think you’re my best friend”

I Walk the Line by Halsey

“Yes, I’ll admit that I’m a fool for you”

New Americana by Halsey

“We know very well who we are / So we hold it down when summer starts”

Garden by Halsey

“And you think my bruised knees are sort of pretty / And I think your tired eyes are kind of nice / And when I first met you, there was a garden / Growing from a black hole in my mind”

Training Wheels by Melanie Martinez

“I love everything you do / When you call me fucking dumb for the stupid shit I do”

Golden Days by Panic! At the Disco

“Oh don’t you wonder when the light begins to fade? / And the clock just makes the colors turn to grey / Forever younger growing older just the same / All the memories that we make will never change / We’ll stay drunk / We’ll stay tan / Let the love remain / And I swear that I’ll always paint you / Golden days”

House of Memories by Panic! At the Disco

“And when your fantasies / Become your legacy / Promise me a place / In your house of memories”

When the Day Met the Night by Panic! At the Disco

“All was golden when the day met the night”

Always by Panic! At the Disco

“When the world gets too heavy / Put it on my back / I’ll be your levy”

Sarah Smiles by Panic! At the Disco

“I was fine just a guy living on my own / Waiting for the sky to fall / Then you called and changed it all”

A Match Into Water by Pierce the Veil

“I kissed the scars on her skin / I still think you’re beautiful / And I don’t ever wanna lose my best friend / I screamed out, ‘God, you vulture / Bring her back or take me with her.’"

St. Patrick by PVRIS

'Cause I think you’re a saint / And I think you’re an angel / I said ooh / You give me something to talk about / Something to talk about / I said ooh / You give me something to think about / That’s not the shit in my head / You’re a miracle

Eyelids by PVRIS

“Our eyes fighting the light / But I’m not ready to say ‘good night’”

Things Are Looking Up by R5

“I couldn’t get it right / Until you opened up my eyes / You turned my whole world upside down”

Smile by R5

“I wanna see you smile”

F.E.E.L. G.O.O.D. by R5

“My heart’s lonely without you / My eyes only see you and me / Stupid thinking about you / It’s hard, hard 'cause you make me feel good”

We’ll Be the Stars by Sabrina Carpenter

No, we’re never gonna turn to dust, / Yeah, all we really need is us / Don’t be scared to close your eyes / No, we’re never gonna die / We’ll be the stars”

Two Young Hearts by Sabrina Carpenter

“We can run / I will follow you to the end of the earth / Where we can see forever / They can never tear us apart”

Emergency Alert by Shannon Taylor

“It’s so hard to control the whether in my brain / But when you hold me through the storm / I feel your colors fill my veins / So believe me when I say / Your sunshine, your sunshine’s here to stay”

All at Once by Shannon Taylor (ft. James Tyler Hagen)

“I know that you think I am so insane / But I just love the way you say my name / Over and over your words keep me going / I know that I get so insecure / Honestly, I’ve never been so sure / Over and over we get a little closer”

Gold by Sleeping With Sirens

“We made our mistakes / It’s not too late / We had to learn the hard way / Bridges will burn / Now it’s our turn / We had to learn the hard way / 'Cause all we ever want is gold”

The Strays by Sleeping With Sirens

“Hold on, don’t look back / You know we’re better, we’re better than that / Lost and thrown away / You know we’re better, we’re better than that / We are the strays”

The Other Side by Tonight Alive

“I meant it every time I said I loved you”

TALK ME DOWN by Troye Sivan

“I wanna sleep next to you / But that’s all I wanna do right now / So come over now and talk me down”

HEAVEN by Troye Sivan (ft. Betty Who)

“So if I’m losing a piece of me / Maybe I don’t want heaven”

YOUTH by Troye Sivan

“My youth is yours”

Doubt by twenty øne piløts

“Scared of my own image / Scared of my own immaturity / Scared of my own ceiling / Scared I’ll die of uncertainty / Fear might be the death of me / Fear leads to anxiety / Don’t know what’s inside of me / Don’t forget about me / Don’t forget about me / Even when I doubt you / I’m no good without you”

We Don’t Believe What’s On TV by twenty øne piløts

“I used to say, ‘I wanna die before I’m old’ / But because of you I might think twice”

Glowing Eyes by twenty øne piløts

“We all are stranger creatures than when we all started out as kids”

Lovely by twenty øne piløts

“Won’t you stay alive / I’ll take you on a ride / I will make you believe you are lovely”

Ruby by twenty øne piløts

“You’re an angel fallen down / Won’t you tell us of the clouds / You have fallen from the sky / How high? How high?”

Friend, Please by twenty øne piløts

“And I have nothing else left to say / But I will listen to you all day, yes I will”

Holding On To You by twenty øne piløts

“You are surrounding all my surroundings / Sounding down the mountain range of my left-side brain / You are surrounding all my surroundings / Twisting the kaleidoscope behind both of my eyes / And I’ll be holding on to you”

Truce by twenty øne piløts

“Stay alive, stay alive, for me”

Heathens by twenty øne piløts

“All my friends are heathens”

Ok the last one’s a joke… kind of.

But in all honestly, I want to thank my friends for always being there for me. I love you guys so much!

so i stayed in the darkness with you

Pairing: Jerome Valeska x Reader
Rating: T
Words: 1415

Instead of changing themselves to fit in, people like Jerome warp and mold the world to fit them. It’s a talent and more than once, you’ve found yourself watching him, admiring him, and wondering how he does it.

Originally posted by good-night-foreverr

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> Hanzo secretly wants to do it, and everyone knows it

> Let this man live all his 12 y.o. romantic fantasies he deserves happiness

> You two sit together above the city square at Hanamura, watching the snow-cloaked buildings and trees come alive with the energy and excitement of the townspeople.

> You: “It’s almost New Years.”

> Hanzo: “Hm.”

> I imagine a really awkward silence passes as the seconds count down.

> Just as there’s a single second left, you look up at Hanzo and you realize he was looking at you the entire time. 

> You couldn’t quite tell who was the first to lean in, but your lips crashed together as the second hand hit midnight. The fireworks burst into light above you. Hanzo tastes faintly of alcohol, but the kiss was gentle and coaxing, like he was learning to pursue what makes him happy.


> You two are sitting at the dining hall, watching the clock as it tips upwards to the fated hour.

> He had offered you a drink awhile prior, and now you two are sitting alone in the hall. Just you, Reaper, and the bottle of suspiciously-sourced liquor between you.

> There’s a minute left til the year, and you reach over. He lets you take his mask off.

> You’re not drunk but you pretend you are. He knows you’re pretending.

> You kiss him a little too early, but the kiss lasts well after midnight has passed.


> Definitely the loudest person in the square

> 3! 2!

> geezus pipe down a little

> 1!

> Reinhardt sweeps you off your feet and dips you gracefully. You two kiss and all the other couples in the square feel a little outdone.

> Reinhardt is probably a literal ball of excitement when it comes to special events ok

> Reinhardt probably cajoles Ana into taking a bunch of photos of you two. You two spend the New Years with Ana and Pharah, taking cheesy pictures and having a great time.

> Admin GK


Masashi Wakui Documents The Spellbinding Streets Of Tokyo After Hours

Self-taught Japanese photographer Masashi Wakui captures the nocturnal beauty of Tokyo streets in his latest images. The chaotic city of Tokyo comes alive at the dead of night. When the busy streets wind down and doors lock up, the true magic of one of the greatest cities in the world begins to unravel, as caught by Wakui through a series of photographs of stunning radiant colors shrouded by darkness, shadow and rain.

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anonymous asked:

Could there be a part 2 of that Akaashi vampire angst? Like he suddenly comes to the realization of what he's done and snaps out of it and tries to save the s/o but can't. (Need as much angst ass possible) :))))

If you haven’t read the first part, it can be found here. :) Hope this was angsty enough for you. 

-Mama Lana

There was more to the world than it had first let on, creatures from every myth and legend living among you for centuries without a trace of doubt. It was only until recent years that they began to grow bold, making their presence known and no longer clinging to the shadows as they once did. It was a new era now, a time where humans and monsters would live in peace. That was the goal at least. Humans were fragile creatures and when exposed to the unknown, the recoiled, fear lingering beneath their features. Some were able to accept this new way of life, embraced it even by becoming romantic partners. Although most didn’t take to the transition lightly, opting to separate themselves from those who weren’t human quickly and efficiently. It wasn’t as the creatures had hoped, but it was one step closer.

Vampires were common in the city in which you lived, the night life coming alive with the addition of these new beings. It was actually for the better seeing as how it was a breath of fresh air to a dull sense or repetition that had cycled your life for years. Admittedly you had pegged vampires with stereotypes based on all the books and movies that revolved around their existence, but in reality they were all complete misconceptions. For example, garlic wasn’t deadly, merely a dislike, and they could enjoy the sun, simply not too much of it. Although you didn’t come to this knowledge of your own accord, but rather the vampire itself.

Akaashi was the perfect embodiment of mysterious and alluring, emerald eyes entrancing you if you stared to long. He possessed a certain charm that had you cloning to every word, longing to see the delicate smile that graced his lips from time to time. He was truly wonderful in your eyes. 

The same could be said for the man himself. In the beginning he hadn’t plan on getting too involved with you considering that a human life span was far too short and would only cause complications in the end, but you were different. It wasn’t a sudden realization that dawned on him, but rather slow and gradual. The more time he spent with you, taking you out to enjoy a stroll in town or the new cafe that opened up down the street, the more he allowed his heart to open to you. He had been alone for centuries, any previous lovers simply a means to pass time. But you were becoming more than a want, but a need. It was as if he was required to breathe oxygen into his lungs when he was with you, always managing to somehow take his nonexistent breath away. It was inevitable when you two had fallen in love, but neither of you wanted to fight it.

The relationship began to blossom and ween through the seasons, nothing seemingly out of the ordinary besides mundane fights as all normal couples, but there began to come about a change in his behavior. Prior to dating, you had seen him feed, accepting of what he had to do as long as he didn’t bring harm to another human being. The agreement was mutual for a while until his appetite only seemed to grow. Being a purebred vampire of his caliber, animal blood did little to sate his thirst, growing more brash by the day. Normally he was quite level-headed, knowing his limits, but today he snapped. It had all happened far too quickly for you to process, neck craned to the side as his fangs buried deep into the skin, your essence flowing between the broken skin into his eager mouth.

Akaashi snapped to his senses, pulling away long enough to watch your form crumple down the wall onto the wooden floors. Blood rushed through his veins as if it was his own, heart beating once more as the essence subsided once more. It would have been a more satisfactory feeling if the person he had done this to was not you. His sharp gaze fell to your face which grew paler by the minute, chest rising shallowly as the blood continued to seep through your fingers.

Betrayal was the better word to describe what you were feeling, but even now you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him. You could see the emotions flickering across his face like an open book, ones he hadn’t shown so openly until he met you. You wanted desperately to tell him that he wasn’t a monster, but you weren’t sure you could say that’d feel genuinely honest with yourself.

He fell to his knees, a hand outstretched as he noticed your pulse growing ever slower, your life slowly beginning to fade. What had he done? The only woman to truly love and accept him into her heart was bleeding out on the floor because of his impulsiveness. He was livid with himself and what he was. He didn’t deserve you. A monster didn’t deserve to be loved.

“______, I’m so-sorry. I didn’t mean to–I’ll fix this, I promise.” Akaashi’s voice was soft and broken, fear lacing the edges as if his innermost self knew something he didn’t. You didn’t flinch or recoil, far too weak to do so as he straddled either side of your body, hands gently cradling your head. You strained to smile, the stretch of muscles causing far to much pain. You knew well enough that you probably weren’t going to come back from this, and you were sure he was beginning to realise this as well.

“Ak-Akaashi, stop. There’s not-” You faltered, falling short as he snapped at you reverently, tears blearing the corners of his eyes. 

“Stop talking like that, I will fix this!” The vampire fell silent for a moment as he racked his brain for possible solutions, but the only one that came to mind was one you’d never discussed before. 

Your eyes widened as he brought his wrist to his mouth, fangs digging into the skin until blood flowed freely from the wound. He brought his arm closer to your mouth, tugging you closer. “Drink.”

Hesitancy filled your body at the prospect of drinking vampire’’s blood, but even if that meant living an immortal life, the desire to live was far greater. Your mouth latched onto his wrist, the thick substance slowly trickling down you throat learning and odd and metallic taste, unlike anything you’ve would have the pleasure of craving. Akaashi waited with bated breath, anxiety crippling his bones as he searched for the first signs of healing.


After five minutes you surely would have healed, but your pulse continued to fade. He panicked now, anguish gripping his core like ice at the thought that he might really loose you tonight. He didn’t want this. He never wanted any of this. He began muttering a string of curses intertwined with apologies as he began to leave bites your skin in hope that they heal you, change him into one of his own. You could see he was beginning to self-destruct in himself as reality began to set in. Your heart yearned for him when it should be focused on your own dire situation.

There were several things you wanted to say in this moment, but your limbs grew heavy, struggling to keep your eyes open as the energy seemed to drain from your system. Yes, you blamed him for this early demise, but you could not find it in your heart to hate him, not in your final moments. He’d do enough of that for both of you. There were risks to dating a vampire as there was to dating a werewolf or even a witch for that matter. Humans were capable of doing regrettable actions just like any other creature. You only wished that it hadn’t ended like this.

The man’s mutterings halted at the feeling of your hand resting on his cheek, cold and clammy. He didn’t want to look up, to see the disappointed expression straining your features, but he couldn’t bear to not look at your face streaked with life once more.

Your eyes spoke volumes, more than any words could have expressed. He didn’t need to read the farthest depths of your mind to know what you were silently conveying. You didn’t hate him nor were you upset with him. He wanted to scream at you that you should, that he didn’t deserve such kindness and love, but you were stubborn and would deny it with your last breath. 

This was the first time you had seen him cry and the last sight you’d be graced with. You never did tell those three little words that every partner longed to hear, but you could only hope he understood it now.

Six electric dances

1. The dance of the lights across the darkened globe. Neon lights and lanterns and headlights and torchlights and the green seaglow of squid-fishing lights far out at sea, the weaving of candles though power cuts, the smoky glow of signal-fires, the flash of nuclear blastlights and the flicker of embers, campfires and carriage-lights, footlights and fireworks. Back and around and again through time, each time a variation on that same set of steps, swinging around the globe behind the sunlit side which dances itself with smoke and clouds.

2. The dance of the robots on the comet, in their city of rock and wire and bakelite that comes alive only once in a thousand years, as the comet swings past the sun and their great trees of solar panels unfurl in greeting. That city is always dancing or asleep, because nobody thought to program the robots not to dance. Each time past the sun it spools up. The mining machines come out, in a great whirling roar of celebration. A thousand tonnes of platinum and palladium and ruthenium and rhodium and rhenium are launched into space. Eventually the danced-out metals will splash down in the acid oceans of a long-dead planet, but by then the robots will be asleep once more.

3. The dance of the lightning with the lighthouse, out in the far North where there is rarely anyone to see. So far the lighthouse has always won these encounters, and it is rewarded in turn by a solemn serenade of tanker foghorns. And so far it has always provided the still centre for the lightning to trip around. But there are many more and different dances to come.

4. The dance of the sharks and the cables. In fact I think if they could the sharks would knit with the cables, those poor maddened, fascinated things: feeling electricity like an umpteenth sense, but the electricity of dead things. However the cables are not for moving and one does not mess with the cable-plough. So the sharks dance. They describe fantastic knots. They dance with teeth and topology. And that other world that travels through the cables goes on, oblivious.

5. The mechanical ceilidh, the one that they say in the stories of the far future has travelled around the world ten thousand times and back. You see, there was a time when much of humankind was very old, and the machines helped us to walk, and to run, and to climb mountains. And of course we longed to dance, too, and we had the tools to make that happen. It was a brief interlude in our history, although it happened over and over; the time between when we walked with machines and when we walked with our own reconstructed legs and when it all fell to dust again. Once we did not need them anymore, the machines sat in circles on the hills like rusty trees, swivelling their solar panels around to follow the sun. Why not let them dance, empty though they were? And once we had let them dance, how could we have known how hard it would be to catch them and get them to stop?

6. The dance that is going on in your head even now, the dance of electric thoughts through tiny spaces and small slices of time, simulating this and everything else in its own weave through the rest of your quotidian daythoughts; each time a different variation, and all amazing.


I spent last week in Brazil - São Paulo, Rio de Janeiro, Búzios.

In Rio, we had the amazing opportunity to walk through a favela that has been recently pacified. (“Pacification” is, essentially, the establishment of police units in favelas to drive out gangs and drug traffickers. I did feel morally uncomfortable visiting. More thoughts here) The stacked and squeezed buildings reminded me of the way San Francisco looks from outside the city, each unit a colorful little box that feels like a giant could just reach down and pull it open like a dresser drawer.

I loved Rio. The city is already gorgeous during the day, but it really comes alive at night, when the lights come on and create tiny stars on the horizon.

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A/N: welp, I’m too excited and my ass can’t wait to start this series! so just as a note, this is the intro, you start here, the way this fic is gonna work its gonna be like an otome game just minus the game… you pick your character from the list after you have read the intro and then follow their story. 

which… is kinda lame cause I wish I could write it in the way where you can actually make decisions but like… yo home girl doesn’t want to suffer that much…. but there should be two parts to each character… (it actually depends on how long the main story is so it’s subject to change) the two parts will consist of the main story + RATED M (for mature) epilogue.

UPDATE: I’m a lying mc lair pants, each character will have a certain amount of parts, I’ll try to make it equal but it depends on where their story line leads me.

anyways I wanted to do something cute… and fun and I’ve always had a thing for magical girl stories so I thought “hey y not bangtan.” 

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