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Dappled (Prologue)

Originally posted by huntertainment

- AN OTHER WORLD SERIES -

EXO Fanfic: Fantasy AU (Other World Chronicles)
Main Pairing: Female Reader/OC x Oh Sehun (Shadowkind)

The Other World has been at peace for many years, the Council keeping law and order between the Kinds and Lands. Even Outsiders live threat free. But in a world so vast and varied - can peace ever truly last..?

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AUTHOR NOTE: to anyone new: Hello! This series can be read alone, but it is actually from a collection of stories I have written for the same alternative universe. I would recommend reading those to fully understand everything that is going on (especially my own characters and the whole politics of the place - and especially Charred for Sehun’s backstory in this fic!). But that being said, it should be okay if you want to read it as a stand alone!

to anyone who has read the Other World series already: HEY LOVELIES! It is finally here, Sehun’s time to shine!! I know it is not that long since I finished Roots, but I am all ready to get this fic going. However, I am starting my new course very soon, this will be updated a bit slower than I normally do, I hope that’s okay. Also for anyone who has not seen/does not know - for the foreseeable future: THIS WILL BE MY LAST OTHER WORLD FIC! As lovely as I find it that you want me to write one for every member, the world building takes a lot of time and effort so I need to take a break from it! I might come back one day, but for now… please don’t expect any more! 

Okay! I’ll shut up now: hope you enjoy!!

P.S. I have tried something new, and parts of this story will not be reader perspective, but Sehun’s! Just you know, before you get confused. 

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You stared out at the expanse of water below you, watching the way the sunlight was dancing softly on the waves. The breeze played a little with the opening of your silk dressing gown, but you didn’t feel the cold. The Light Islands never get cold. You sighed, moving the glass of wine a little in your hand as you leant against the wall of the large balcony. You watched how the light played in the crystal, the way the liquid seen to turn gold in the sunlight.

‘Shouldn’t you be getting ready to go?’

You looked over your shoulder and saw your father walking towards you. He smiled at you as he approached, raising an eyebrow. You considered him for a moment. Despite his old age, he still seemed full of life. His eyes twinkled beneath his now grey hair, and still the sunlight danced happily along his skin.  

‘Remind me again why I have to go to this wedding?’ you said, letting your eyes drift back to the view.

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anonymous asked:

If trump succeeded in condemning the white supremacists why are his comments applauded by the white supremacists such as on the daily stormer, and by David duke? Are they too stupid to realize he didn't? Or was his language not harsh enough?

You don’t have to be a white supremacist to applaud a President who has the nuts to tell the truth despite being crucified for doing so. That’s what was being applauded as was his total condemnation of white supremacy, the only people who didn’t find it a success were those who are ready to be outraged before Trump even opens his mouth. But this isn’t about truth, you aren’t melting down over the fact that he didn’t condemn them harshly enough, you’re upset that he didn’t play along and ignore the brutal violence being carried out by extremist left-wing groups as well. You’re upset that he equally condemned both sides of political violence instead of just those who give substance to your Nazi obsession.

The entire leftist establishment wanted the story to be this: thousands of bloodthirsty, murderous LITERALLY Nazis were running around Charlottesville lynching blacks and attempting to LITERALLY kill every non-white person and some concerned peaceful citizens showed up to protest and then the Nazis attacked them as well and now Trump is saying these brave and peaceful citizens are in any way responsible for the violence so he must be a Nazi sympathizer. To prove he’s not a Nazi sympathizer, he must do more than harshly condemn white supremacy and make it clear that it has no place in America, he must also call for their deaths and hold all whites responsible for this violence.

This isn’t about failing to condemn Nazis, he already did that with a crystal clear message, you have made it obvious that no matter what he says, you will always find some way to twist it into him being a racist bigot Nazi. This is about the left’s manipulation and fraudulent narratives being exposed by a President who is expected to just go along with and pander to the mainstream as Obama did for eight years and when he refuses to bend over for you and chooses to show impartiality and equal condemnation of all political violence and extremist groups involved in these dumb riots and brawls throughout our streets, you want him impeached.

Trump was right to include Antifa and alike in his condemnation as this ideology of theirs is just as violent, dangerous and repulsive as any and it’s already led to mass assaults, damage and serval murders in the past year alone. It’s time we stop legitimizing the manipulative drivel of the mentally handicapped and racebaiters and just continue to pave the way back to sanity by sticking to the facts.

anonymous asked:

Jenna, you didn't have to have a TSC day yesterday if your fiancé was in extreme pain. We would've understood, but it was very nice of you that you still did. Thank you for the game, it was such fun :). But seriously, you do SO much for us already, if you have to skip a TSC day, vlog, or even both, it's OK. We love you girl, and Cliff!! We hope he gets well soon :) you both deserve to have a break from this for sure!! Not to mention, you also deserve all the success and love that comes your way!

Trust me, I know, and thank you. The pain happened once the game had already begun. I have stopped events or canceled vlogs in the past because of his health and I will not hesitate to do so in the future. But the game was actually providing both of us with a pleasant distraction. We were grateful for it.

Rage

Draco feels a tremor tear through him. His fists are clenched, his jaw muscles tense, his chest tight, his knees wobbly. He’s breathing heavily as his stomach twists viciously, the hot feeling inside it beginning to spread, infecting the rest of his body. Like venom. He stares down the empty corridor, lit by torches. His vision blurs, little spots appearing in front of him. He feels dizzy. He wants to scream. He wants this feeling inside of him to take physical form, so he can punch it, destroy it.

He wants the rage to leave his body.

Well, what Draco really wants is the cause of his rage to go away. How many letters from his father is he supposed to receive calmly, while Lucius keeps going on and on about how disappointed he is in his son, not sure if he can be even called his son any longer.

Draco feels sick. His stomach gives another twist, but Draco refuses to show weakness. He will not be sick. No. He hears, rather than feels, his jaw cracking as he tenses his muscles further. His arms are shaking now. Unthinkingly, he turns to the wall and punches it. Hard. He feels no pain, but there’s another cracking sound.

Draco feels his eyes sting, which only makes him angrier. This will not make him cry. He will not spill a single tear over this. And yet, he can’t seem to stop the hot tears from running down his cheeks.

He startles when he hears footsteps echoing off the walls. He hastily wipes the tears away with his sleeve and looks up. Of course. Of course it has to be Potter!

“Malfoy.” He sounds puzzled. “What are you doing here?”

Draco doesn’t answer and averts his eyes, in fear of Potter noticing he just had a moment of weakness.

“Malfoy,” Potter repeats. Draco feels a new surge of anger course through him. He wants to hit Potter. Hexing him wouldn’t be gratifying enough. He wants to physically injure him with his hands, his whole body.

Before Potter knows what’s happening, Draco lunges at him. His fist connects with his jaw and Potter stumbles backward. He blinks a few times, obviously flabbergasted and blinks at Draco stupidly. After a moment, he frowns.

“What the hell, Malfoy?”

Draco lunges at him again, trying to land a punch. His vision blurs once more, making it difficult to see where to hit Potter. But it doesn’t matter. Draco doesn’t care which part of Potter he will injure, as long as it hurts. He wants Potter to hurt as much as he does.

But Potter is fighting back. He hits Draco in the stomach, making him flinch. He welcomes the sharp pain. It numbs the other sensations in his body. It doesn’t last long, though. Once again, he feels detached from his body.

Draco’s not sure, but he thinks he got Potter on his shoulder and punched his chest, knocking the breath out of him. When Draco starts whirling around again, striking out in an uncontrolled manner, he suddenly feels arms encircling him, clutching him.

“Damn it, Malfoy, stop,” Potter shouts. He tightens his grip, trying to get Draco to stop moving. Draco fights against the restraint, tries to break free, but Potter is apparently stronger than him.

“Bloody hell, I heard you’ve been starting fights lately for no apparent reason,” Potter squeezes out while Draco still tries to get him off him. “What is the matter with you?”

Draco just grunts and tries to shove his elbow into Potter’s side. He fails. When all his attempts fail, he finally slumps down. Potter, surprised by the sudden extra weight, tumbles and they both go down.

Draco needs a moment to realise he’s half sitting in Potter’s lap, his body still somewhat encircled by Potter’s arms. It’s too much. Draco can’t take this. The hot tears he spilled earlier are nothing compared to what’s happening right now. He’s choking on his own sobs, every inhale torture to his lungs.

He can’t even win a fight against Potter, Draco thinks bitterly. Is his father right? Is Draco really a disappointment? Draco is faintly aware that he’s heaving and puffing, his chest aching.

“Malfoy,” Potter says quietly, uncertainty clear in his voice. He hasn’t moved his arms and Draco wants to slap them away, because the warmth that’s seeping through his robes is too bittersweet for him to bear. It’s not Potter’s intention to comfort him with this proximity.

“Your hand,” Potter suddenly mutters. Draco looks down at it. His hand his bruised and swollen, the skin on his knuckles cracked. He still doesn’t feel any pain. He’s just numb, like most days lately, not in control of his own body.

He hates that he can’t get up and just leave. He’s still sitting in Potter’s lap, sobbing like a child. Draco feels a tentative finger under his chin and tries to jerk his head away, but Potter’s grip is firm. He forces Draco to look at him and Draco can do nothing against it. He stares at Potter as several emotions pass over his face. His eyes are wide and his mouth opens to release a warm puff of breath. Draco feels it on his face and it’s like Potter has struck him.

The aching in his chest worsens and Draco breaks down completely. He lets his head fall down, not caring where it lands. The fingers under his chin disappear, as Draco’s head hits something solid. Potter’s shoulder, he realises, when something soft tickles his ear. Potter’s hair.

Draco knows this is wrong. He knows Potter is getting a glimpse of something, Draco has been trying to hide from everyone. He can’t show weakness. He just can’t.

He isn’t sure, at first, if he’s imagining something pressing into his back and the warmth on his cheek, until he tries to turn his head and finds that he can’t. Because Potter’s cheek is pressing into his, his arms are around Draco once more. He’s drawing circles on Draco’s back with his palms rather awkwardly.

Draco really does know this is wrong and he has no idea what possessed Potter to actually try and comfort him, but when Draco feels a warm hand move over his head and begins stroking his hair, Draco closes his eyes and decides that, just for tonight, he will forget about everything that is wrong.

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The Doctor Donna

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i know i havent posted much in a long time, but have some tododekus + a very good boy for ur troubles thank u

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The RavenPrint Family!

I’m seriously in love with the children you guys have made for them!  They’re so cute and I love them! AND I WANTED TO ADD ANOTHER ONE SOMEONE MADE BUT I LOST THE NOTIFICATION WITH THE CHILD and now I’m sad :c

Thanks for making such cute and smoll characters UvU <3

Now credits!

Raven belongs to @ask-the-gothfamily

Bluebird (the one with long sleeves) belongs to @drawingerror

(????) belongs to @julliahantzee (they don’t have a name for him yet! If you have a suggestion for them, don’t hesitate to help!)

Blueprint belongs to me

I saw that t-shirt on amazon and poof, this happened. *shrugs*

Me on my way to Korea to give Taehyung the oscar that he deserves for his tremendous acting performance as Hwarang’s sunshine, Hansung

They’re watching baby animals videos

( @greyhairsowhat happy birthday dear !!!!  (ノ ´ 3 ` )ノ  ❤️️💕)

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5 Disney Film Meme:

Favourite Male - Kenai (sassy, racoon-butt-kicking-machine)