#Dan Ladle

[phregnancy]

i didn’t realize how to make british pancakes was deleted wow

[augmerin]

partially through (to you) | blade x reader

synopsis: in which you had long left everything behind to pick up the remnants of your tattered life and rebuild it after the tragedy of losing yingxing, which you barely managed to do, just for your past to appear in front of you once again in the worst way possible—in the form of your ex-lover, who you now know as blade

content warning: descriptions of blood/injuries, some inconsistencies for blade/yingxing's lore, likely inaccurate depiction of high-cloud quintet + their lore, reader is not part of the hcq (just close enough as friends), long-life species reader (?), timeline is a bit messy (i focused too much on blade and reader sorry), might be ooc for jing yuan (not sure how he was during the hcq era), prolly ooc blade😭, angst, some comfort, that's all :D

word count: 6.1k

the patter of the raindrops made a soothing melody for your ears. staring listlessly at the window, taking in the sight of the darkened streets and heavy rainfall, your mind wandered without rest. it was mostly reflective thoughts; the conversation you had with the shopkeeper aunt this morning, how the tea you made could've tasted a little bit better, the small greeting exchanged with the new neighbour that just moved in. it flows and flows, until you let your guard down. and that's when it catches you—your past.

come to think of it, isn't the night the same as that day from a long time ago, where you were left behind by none other than him?

—

the harsh downpour raged on the outside, rivalling the tense atmosphere within your abode, a place that used to be so comforting and welcoming, changing with yingxing's behaviour ever since the death of his beloved friend. you recalled how he had become, eyes losing their light and shoulders heavy with the burden of a survivor. he was mourning, and despite knowing him like the back of your hand, this was the first time you were stumped on what to do with the little that you had to offer in terms of support.

how do you give him comfort?

how do you help him grieve?

you tried though, again and again, no matter the countless times it went unappreciated. yet the distance remained vast between the two of you, each action of comfort you gave brushed off without a second thought, as if he wished nothing more than to be alone. so that's what you gave him—time and space, which you were beginning to regret doing when you came home to his figure standing tall within the dim living room, as if prepared to leave.

your heart sinks at the sight, as if knowing that wherever he's about to go, you won't see him ever again.

"yingxing," you breathed out, tired and weary.

your body still aches from a tough day at work, yet it didn't compare to the weight on your chest at the thought of losing him, the one who had carved himself a home right by your side.

"do you have plans to go somewhere?"

it was a futile question. you and him both know that, but you wanted nothing more than for your thoughts to remain just that, thoughts, and not reality. but life wasn't as kind to you as yingxing was when he first saved you from your enemies, and his next few words brought your fears to actuality.

"...there's somewhere i have to go with dan feng," his tone was subdued, as if drained from everything. "i won't be returning."

it was all so...appalling that you couldn't help letting out a laugh of disbelief, incredulity etched onto your face. the hold you have on your grocery bag tightened further, its bamboo handle cutting into your palm. the slight sting made you ground yourself to reality, trying to capture the turmoil of emotions he put you through with just two sentences.

"stop it, please," your voice became too ladled with emotion, making you choke on one that became too prominent–despair. "yingxing, don't do this to me."

it was laughable at how pathetic you had become, begging for your own lover to not walk out on you to instead chase after a fleeting memory of an old friend. but you knew your yingxing, and of how he would do anything to alleviate the guilt and grief that he carries from the incident that broke the high-cloud quintet apart. to redeem himself for letting a beloved companion meet her death despite being there.

your gaze remained pleading, searching his face desperately to look at you once again just like how he used to.

yet his indifferent expression didn't change, not even as he picked up his remaining items and walked closer to you, the last obstacle in his way to achieving his final wish.

"i'm sorry."

"no, you aren't."

your eyes became blurry with unshed tears, not willing to fall apart in front of him, but his next few words pulled at what little resistance you had and left you in tatters.

"i am."

his hand reached out, cupping your face with a delicate touch, so reminiscent of how he used to do before he distanced himself. the pad of his thumb lightly brushed the tears under your eye, and you could only drown yourself in the fleeting warmth that was soon bound to disappear.

"there's nothing else i can say that would make this sin of mine lighter. so please," his voice fell into a whisper, breaking halfway. "don't forgive me."

"yingxing, no—"

without giving you time to make sense of his words, his figure disappeared just as you called out his name. a brief sensation of his lips against your forehead was the last thing you felt. as you blinked, reality setting in of how he was no longer here, of how he left you, you feel your world shattering.

sorrow etched itself deeply into your bones, your body heavy to even move from where you stand. your home, once warm with his presence, became hollow, leaving you to wallow in your emotions.

somewhere, deep inside the little cavern of your heart, you wonder; why were you so easily discarded for a person who's buried six deep under?

—

there were talks when he was first banished from xianzhou. rumours floated by here and there, speaking of how he was a traitor, a sinner, who deserved death rather than this act of mercy to let him live, despite being cast out of the place he had built a home with the high-cloud quintet...and with you.

perhaps it was best that throughout all the time you two were together, your relationship was kept under wraps, only ever revealed in front of his close companions and yours. this means that all these rumours and stories mostly targeted the two of them—dan feng and the other, him—but as you sit in the teahouse, trying to nurse your wounded heart after cooping up in the house for weeks, if not months (you didn't keep track of how long you spent crying, wailing, grieving), the small flame of anger at these clueless people whose mouths only knew how to regurgitate what was being spread rather than form their own opinions only grew. each lash at his dignity, at his honour, deepened your scowl further and the grip on your dainty teacup tightened.

you knew they were right, that he deserved every bit of their criticism and harsh condemnation. yet when the image of his dull eyes and downturned lips overlapped with those of his loving gaze and sweet smiles, your unstable mind was unable to differentiate between who was your lover and who is the traitor that stained the legacy left behind. just as you were about to let your wild thoughts run free and give those gossipers a piece of your mind, a touch to your shoulder jolted you back to reality and the hold made you promptly sit back down in your seat. turning around, your eyes caught sight of gold irises and the familiarity made your heart calm.

"jing yuan," you greeted, letting out a small sigh of relief.

"long time no see," the young man called out your name with a small smile, moving to take the empty seat across from you. "it's been a while since i've last seen you around here."

he isn't wrong. this tea shop was a frequent place you often visited, though it was always accompanied by the presence of your ex-lover, who is now no longer here. you swallowed the trembling breath that nearly escaped at the sudden memory, and instead turned your gaze to your cup in your hands.

"yeah," you mumble, thumbing the edges of the cup. "i wasn't really feeling well."

"i see. i hope you've gotten better, seeing as you're outside now."

"mhm, yeah."

the conversation was stale, as dry as the far plains you've once visited, but you made no attempts to keep it going. silence prevailed soon after, the weight of the topic jing yuan skirting about remaining in the air. taking your time, you waited for him to confront you with his queries. you didn't have to wait too long though, when he continued talking shortly after.

"well, i'm sorry if this is intruding, but i wanted to ask how you were doing after..." he nodded his head to a direction, as if to point at the past.

"...not okay," the lump in your throat returned at his words, no matter how you've steeled yourself to answer them without being affected by your emotions. "it's been quite some time since he left, but it feels as though it was yesterday."

jing yuan kept quiet, letting your words sink in. he glanced at the dimming sky, white clouds decorating the falling sunset, and despite how peaceful it looked, he knew of the unrest that still remained in both yours and his hearts.

"i agree," he breathed out, reaching across to give a pat to your shoulder. "the punishment given to him had to be as heavy as the sin he made, and i'm sorry things had to end this way."

his words brought you a great sense of comfort after having to deal with these conflicting emotions on your own all this while. the corner of your lips rose at his attempt to reassure you and you gave him a small nod.

"thank you for saying that. i appreciate it, jing yuan."

taking one of the unused cups, you lifted the teapot and poured him some tea, seeing how this conversation seemed to run on. for the first time, you felt relieved to have someone to talk to.

"but it must've been hard for you too," you offered the tea, to which he graciously accepted and took a sip. "he was your old friend after all. losing him...losing all of them mustn't have been easy."

he let your words linger, letting his gaze fall to the steaming cup.

"yes, it wasn't," his lips quirked up as he said so, gaze now returning to you. "but the path of life goes on. there is nothing i can do to rewind to the days left behind, so the only thing i—no, we—can do is to keep moving forward."

"let them live in our memories, and let us live carrying those memories."

now, you wished you could say that your interaction with him ended there on a light note, but it was nothing of the sort. instead, you walked home in a daze, recalling the words towards the end of the conversation.

—

"ah, however i just wanted to let you know," he downed his tea in one go, leaving behind a clean cup, just as how he's coming clean to you about the details of yingxing's situation. "the outcome of the incident that occurred left him to face unsavoury consequences."

"unsavoury consequences?" you frowned, mind reeling at the implications of his statement before it came to a conclusion. "you don't mean..."

"yes," jing yuan's gaze became heavy, solely focusing on you. "it means that he's now an immortal being, most likely mara-struck."

the revelation left you weak in the knees, and you’re thankful that you’re sitting down. the shock left you speechless for a few moments, eyes locked on his, as if wanting him to retract the statement and reassure you that it was just a joke made in the humor of the situation. but knowing jing yuan, he would never use this moment to talk about such things lightheartedly. the look in his eyes confirmed your thoughts. 

throat dry and lips chapped, you pushed down the rising emotions as best as you can.

"are you saying that he's completely changed?" your words came out breathless, subdued. "that he's become a completely different being, species, roaming out there as a whole new person?"

incredulity laced your words and despite not meaning to make jing yuan the target of your sorrow and resentment, you unconsciously raised your voice. at his surprised look, you realised what you had done and promptly cleared your throat.

"i'm sorry, i didn't mean to yell at you. i lost my composure," you apologised, instead turning to look at your now cold tea.

"it's alright. i understand it's heavy news."

you were glad he took graciously to your screw up, but it still left you feeling guilty.

"with him having the possibility of being mara-struck, does that mean his memories..." your words drifted off, as if thinking of that particular outcome was painful enough.

when you lifted your head to look at jing yuan, you were met with eyes conveying pity and a deep sense of despondency.

"yes, it's likely that a majority of his memories will be lost."

—

you bit your lips harshly as you remembered his words. somehow, a strange sense of anger rose and this time, the recipient of your fury was not jing yuan but rather the image of your ex-lover in your mind.

look at you now, yingxing.

house in sight, you walked even faster, wanting nothing more than to let go of this tension, of this wrath that seized your heart. your hands grappled the handle of your door messily to open it, kicking off your shoes in a haphazard manner.

in the end, what happened?

emotions ran through your entire being, overlapping and intermingling with each other that you didn't even know what you were feeling at this point. the moment you walked through the door to your empty home, memories of the past consumed you and it was the final strike to your already declining self control. all composure was lost and you grabbed the first thing in sight to throw it across the room.

losing your memories, losing your humanity, banished to the vast lands and not being able to return to the place you once called home.

fury rushed through your veins, burning away anything and everything that you had in mind except for the resentment that remained prominent through it all.

you left everything behind, just to end up like this?!

it was all pointless, you think. that the thought of resurrecting your dead friend should've just remained a naive dream, not meant to be attempted.

the crash of the picture frame you had thrown resounded throughout the dark room, a wake up call from your drowning emotions. the belated regret of throwing such a precious item crushed your conscience and you immediately rushed over to where the picture laid amongst the shattered glass and splintered frame. it was turned upside down, and when you lifted it, what greeted you felt like a blow to your already fragile heart.

the smiling faces of six individuals, amongst which was you. it was taken a long, long time ago, when yingxing had decided to reveal you to his dear companions and the nature of your relationship. you remembered their reactions, of how shocking it was to see ‘the arrogant man actually have someone tolerate him’ (jingliu's words, not yours), and how they had taken a picture as a memento, at the courtesy of baiheng.

you remembered how she had pushed it into your hands, a grin on her lovely face with eyes that sparkled in the overhead sun.

"just for you," she had said. "you're now one of us!"

her voice was clear in your head, and when it receded into the past, so did the memory and you were brought back into reality. the first few drops of tears fell out of your eyes onto the delicate photo, blurring your vision, followed by another few stray tears before turning into a sob. it was disorientating, to have your emotions flipped back and forth in a fickle manner, but you couldn't help it.

you already had known it all along, yet you were lost in your sorrow for yingxing that you remained stubborn to see the truth; that it wasn't pointless to do such a thing, even if it ended in failure. grief steers people to do as they see fit, and if you were in his place, perhaps the thought of reviving your dead friend didn't seem like such a naive thing after all. if it was him they had lost, you would most likely be in yingxing's place by now.

the resentment still lingers, now a small spark amongst the other waves of sorrow and agony. this was the reality you had to face, where you were left to cry your heart out at the unfairness of life, of how you had everything ripped away from you without a second thought.

and most of all, you longed for yingxing, who is now roaming around as a stranger in a dead man's body.

—

the whistling kettle resounding through your home brought you back to reality and almost immediately, you scrambled to switch the stove off less you have a fire incident in your home. shaking your head, you attempted to clear any lingering thoughts of the past.

that was it. the past is the past, and you shouldn't dwell on it any longer.

that's what you had resolved on, up until you heard a thump and a groan at the back of your house, and upon checking it out, you were met with a very unexpected sight.

—

out of the countless scenarios you've played in your mind, this isn't the scene you had envisioned. an injured yingxing—no, blade, slumped against the eroding alley walls in the middle of the night. although you were standing at a distance, umbrella sheltering you from the rain, you noticed how his arm kept a tight hold around his abdomen, as if clamping down on a wound, and judging from the red staining his hand, you knew your hunch was right.

after imagining how your reunion would go for so many years, it was quite laughable at how anticlimactic it is, really. presented with the situation, there was no yelling, or fights, or anything of the sort. it was...quiet; just you, him and the breathless pants that he gave from his injury. a pang of momentary disappointment hit you but you quickly shook away the unnecessary thoughts, focusing on him instead.

the rain kept its incessant fall, never ceasing its harsh droplets across his skin. it made him look all the more ethereal somehow, the water highlighting the features you've forgotten all these while. bitterness filled you at the sight, of how he's a stranger yet so reminiscent of the man you've been longing for, no matter how many times you tried to bury your feelings.

your mind was conflicted on how to approach him, tongue heavy to even call out his name. perhaps it was better to pretend to have seen nothing, letting him nurse his injury by himself since he can't die after all. 

it will only make things complicated if you offer help, right? and besides, the probability of him accepting it is low, so what's the point of making life difficult for yourself?

but then he moved to stand straight, shakily lifting himself up just to collapse yet again with a pained groan, eyes closing. and despite not wanting to get involved, your resolve weakened at the sight.

"hey, are you okay?" you called out hesitantly, gripping your umbrella tighter.

it took your breath away when his eyes snapped open at your voice, the familiar yet so unfamiliar hue of red locking onto yours. wariness was prominent in his gaze and his body tensed up more than it already has, as if prepared to strike at any moment.

you swallowed the trembling breath at his action and instead nod towards his injury.

"you're hurt. you need to get treatment before it worsens."

the glare on his face deepened at your words, annoyance flashing in his eyes.

"there's no need," blade spat, grating your ears with how blunt his words are. "leave me be."

you knew that your attempt to help would be denied but it did sting a little for him to reject it without taking a moment to think about it. what surprised you further was the wave of disappointment that washed over you at his words, despite you not expecting a positive reaction from him.

because it confirmed your fears—that he forgot you.

since you already decided to intervene however, you would rather rather see it through then give up after just the first try.

"as much as i want to do that, i'm afraid i'm not fond of strangers dying at the back of my own home," you replied, lips set in a straight line. "just get treated so you're not at the risk of bleeding out on the streets."

blade clicked his tongue, frustration building at how persistent you’re turning out to be. 

"whether my life ends here or anywhere else, it does not concern you. now, leave before my patience runs out."

his threat made you pause in your steps, doubt rising as you weighed your next action. yet you decided to push through anyway, walking closer to where he was.

"then take it as my conscience being burdened. i can't enjoy my tea in peace knowing there's someone out there bleeding to death."

your words stunned him into silence, as if not comprehending the absurdity of it. you took that chance to close the distance, positioning yourself so that the umbrella now covers the both of you. it might be a pointless act since he was already soaked to the bone, but his lack of reaction tells you that he probably didn't mind it too much.

"i can treat your wound. or if you prefer to be sent to a medical facility, i can also—"

"there's no need for the hassle to go that far," blade grunted out, cutting your words short. his glare remained, falling onto you as if to warn you from approaching any further as he shifted in place.

seeing that he was getting ready to get up, you moved backwards to give him ample space. however, the moment he managed to stand straight, his body swayed back and forth unceremoniously. just as blade was about to fall back again, your hand reached out to grab his elbow without warning, trying to help him balance himself. almost reflexively, his arm shoved you away with a harsh push. 

your palm stings from his blunt action, a small gasp stuck in your throat at the unexpected pain. immediately, shame washed all over you at what just transpired, and you only kept silent at the sudden tense atmosphere. plucking up your barely existing courage, you let out a small apology.

"sorry, i shouldn't have grabbed you so suddenly. i was just trying to catch you."

blade remained quiet for a few moments, taking his time to look at you before gritting out a small ‘it's fine’. he shifted once again, getting ready to move. before he could, you stopped him.

"then can i help you walk?" you spoke, glancing at his unsteady figure. "i''ll just hold your arm as support."

"...fine."

"okay," you nodded, moving to grab hold of his other arm while trying to still cover the both of you from the rain. "let's go then."

as you focused on guiding him to your home, you failed to notice the lingering gaze at your side.

by right, blade shouldn't have agreed so easily to your words. it was a naive thing, he thought. to offer aid to an injured stranger on the streets, in the middle of the night no less. even more so when you insisted, despite him refusing multiple times. if it was any other person, perhaps blade might have already silenced them with their persistent attitude.

yet somehow you're different.

he didn't know whether it was your mannerisms, or your actions, or you yourself, but everything about you feels so familiar. as if he had known you for a long time before. it was on the tip of his tongue—he could feel it—the reason for these unknown emotions currently swirling around in the depths of his own heart that he once thought could never feel anymore. yet, as he ransacked the empty chambers of his own memories, not once could he find you in them.

just who are you to evoke such feelings?

his question remained unanswered as you reached the door of your house, where you swiftly brought him inside without much hassle. guiding him to your sofa, you watched as he sinks into the cushion with a groan of relief, water seeping from his clothes into the soft material. you ignore the little voice nagging at you from how he most likely ruined your seat and instead turned to find the first aid kit and a towel.

“wait here.”

as you disappear from the living room to somewhere in the house, blade took a glance at the little space you call your home. it was cozy, with the way you had arranged the furniture to make it all come together. the patterned curtains and flowers decorated here and there made it all the more livelier, driving in the notion of how homely it was. somehow, the sight made his heart clench with an unrecognisable sense of nostalgia, to which blade wrinkled his nose.

it was a foreign feeling for someone like him, who had lived knowing only vengeance and hatred.

to long for something; is this what it feels like?

his thoughts were interrupted when you returned, hands full of items. passing him a towel, you let him busy with drying himself as you prepared the necessary things to treat his injury. within the silence, it was somehow comforting to just exist in the company of each other.

"you'll need to take off your clothes," you spoke once you’re done, glancing at him as he stopped drying his hair. "i need to see your wound."

blade could only stare at you for a few moments, briefly frowning before looking away, shifting to remove his clothes. as he discarded the clothing, your eyes take in the view of his exposed figure, catching the multiple scars that covered the majority of his upper body.

the sight made you tighten your hold on the gauze that you prepared, heart clenching at the thought of how painful it must have been for him to bear all of these scars. at the battles he must've fought, facing life and death, and of course, being mara-struck.

"is there a problem?"

his voice made you snap out of your thoughts, and you shook your head.

"no, there isn't. i'll start now."

your hands moved to clean the wound with practised ease, as if you've done this countless times before. it made him wonder if you faced situations like this before, and perhaps that's why it made sense that you so easily offered to help a stranger like him.

though the thought of you helping anyone other than him, in this intimate manner where you remained close enough for him to feel your warmth, made him grit his teeth.

why does it feel so unpleasant to think of such a thing?

and why does it feel so pleasant to have you pay such close attention to him, attending to his needs?

the delicate touch skimming along his skin left goosebumps in its wake, making his focus fall onto you at the sensation. at this angle, he couldn't see your face, just the bundle of messy hair that his hands itched to run through. somehow in this moment, blade wanted nothing more than to see your expression as you cleaned and stitched him up.

how do you look like when you focused so deeply on nothing but on your work? will you frown in concentration, or bite your lips in frustration? or will you remain calm, knowing you're able to fix the situation with ease?

these thoughts were unfamiliar to him and at the same time, your actions aren't.

the way you wrapped the bandage around his abdomen with so smoothly, ensuring that it wasn't too tight or too loose, and how you cleaned his bleeding wound without exchanging a single word, not questioning the stranger who appeared in the deserted streets with nothing but a damaged body and vengeance running through his veins. how there was little awkwardness lingering in the air, and as time runs and silence settles, a distant sense of comfort takes hold of his already aching body.

his mind ran with so many thoughts of you, to the point that the familiar feeling of pain had receded into the background. only when you pressed particularly hard did he let out a hiss, making you pause in your actions.

"sorry, did i hurt you?" you bit your lips, worried that you had somehow hurt him even further.

he returned your gaze for a moment before turning his head to the side, having enough of these restless thoughts and foreign emotions. the more he looks at you, the more the turmoil within him worsens.

"it's fine. just finish it."

you glanced at his face, trying to see if you did something wrong but his indifferent expression remained the same. not wanting to breach the sudden tense atmosphere, you quickly finished up wrapping his wound and got up from where you had settled by his side.

"it's done," you spoke as you wiped your bloodstained hands with a spare cloth.

his barely audible grunt of affirmation told you that he heard your words, and silence settles once more, this time a bit heavier. your mind racked on your next course of action as you busied yourself with cleaning up the remnants of the treatment, back facing towards the injured man.

just as your thoughts came to a conclusion, you heard the shifting of clothes and another hiss of pain from behind you. hesitation made your tongue heavy to ask the next question, but your selfishness for wanting to remain in his presence for a little longer override your doubts and you pushed yourself to do so.

it didn't hurt to try, right?

"hey," you start, anticipation running through your veins. "if you need a place to rest, you can—"

"there's no need," his words cut you off without waiting for you to finish speaking. "i will be leaving soon."

well, it definitely hurts to try.

it was a foolish thought, you knew that, and yet you still entertained it. the shame you felt rivalled the ache in your heart at his blunt denial. a metallic taste covers your tongue as you bite your lips hard enough to draw blood, silencing yourself from speaking your thoughts any further.  taking in a sharp breath, you nod your head and focus on cleaning up.

the more things you have to do, the less these foolish thoughts will appear.

"...you feel familiar."

those words made you pause, hands clutching onto a cloth dirtied with his blood. you're glad your back is facing him, because you're sure he would've caught the slip in your attempt at maintaining a calm demeanour. your mind was blank, thoughts reeling for a proper response to his statement.

what do you say to that?

that you and him once had your lives intertwined together, making a promise to be each other's one and only until the end of time?

or that you're a remnant of his past that he has discarded and forgotten after committing a taboo so heavy to the point of being banished and losing his memories?

there are so many things you could say, so many truths you could reveal and so many memories you could speak of. but in the end, all you could muster was nothing remotely close.

"perhaps you're misunderstanding something." 

there was no need to complicate things further. the only reason you even attempted to offer him a place to rest was purely for your own selfish reasons anyways.

"we've never met before. there's no reason why i should be familiar."

your words hang in the air, making the silence more prominent. at his lack of response, you thought that he had ended the conversation there, since he barely made an attempt at talking all this while. that is until you feel a presence behind your back, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his body.

the sudden proximity made you gasp lightly, head turning sideways just to catch the sight of his figure hovering over you. strands of midnight blue tickled the sides of your face as his head bent down slightly. despite him not even touching you, his mere aura made you feel as though you were caged in right in his arms.

"you're lying," he murmured, breath skimming the nape of your neck. "every action of yours tells me that you're hiding something. you refuse to tell the truth. why?"

his prodding at your attempts to deflect his question made you falter, the resolve to keep things to yourself weakening. then you remember the blood that stained your hands and the countless scars across his body, and the urge to spill everything swiftly disappeared.

"because there is no need to," your voice was quiet, a whisper to his ears only. "to the you now, i am no one but a stranger."

"just like you are to me."

it was a lie, but still the truth all the same. 

the weight of your words sinks into the atmosphere, a burden on both his and your shoulders. it made him silent for a while, deciphering the meaning behind them.

"you belong to my past, with the person who i was before."

it wasn't a question, but rather a statement. somehow, you can almost feel how bitter he was as he spoke, along with a sense of...longing? before you could dwell on it however, the sudden disappearance of his presence behind you captured your attention and you immediately turned your head back, just to catch sight of him standing by your now opened window.

the rain had stopped by now, only the gentle symphony of crickets being heard instead. you noticed his clothes were already on, despite them being soaked. the fabric seemed to stretch across his body uncomfortably, but it seems that he would keep to his words than wait for them to dry.

"are you leaving immediately without any rest?" you asked, even though you already questioned him of his plans before, just to try and move past the strange exchange you just had.

"there's no need to. it won't make a difference to me."

"...i see."

you gave him a nod and although you didn't want to, you couldn't help the dejection that eats away at your insides from how ready he was to leave. it was conflicting; wanting him to stay due to your past clinging onto your back, yet treating him like a stranger as your present begs you to. a push and pull that you wanted no part in, yet you couldn't leave the position so simply as the person in the center of it all did.

"take care then."

you expected him to leave as soon as you finished speaking, but his figure still remained standing there, bathing under the moonlight. for a moment, everything was still, before he broke it.

"...this meeting was pure coincidence," blade spoke, eyes falling onto you. his gaze roamed the entirety of your face, as if engraving the sight before him into his memory. "but if there comes a day where we cross paths again...do not hide."

"face me, even if my memories fails me to recall this interaction."

perhaps it was your imagination, but somehow, you feel as though his words carried sentiments of yearning and regret. just as you wanted to ask him to elaborate his words, a sudden gust of wind appeared, making your eyes close at how strong it was. when you opened them after, his figure had already disappeared from where he once stood, leaving behind an empty space in both the house and your heart.

as the weight of his departure settled into the room, a wry smile built itself on your lips. this was expected, yet you couldn't help but recall how reminiscent this was to the night he first left, no matter how long ago it was. and the words he spoke before disappearing, the last time and now, still managed to leave behind a never-ending ache in your chest. though this time, his parting words left behind a glimmer of hope that maybe, should you meet again, things would go differently.

as you move to continue cleaning up the remaining clutter, for the first time in a while, you entertained the possibilities of seeing blade once more.

that if you do meet again, perhaps you would tell him of the truth; the past that ties the two of you together, and of everything in between.

a/n: lowkey not proud of this work but i hope it was enjoyable hehe

[fuckabledragonoftheday]

You used Rex Lapis vs Zhongli as an example but I don't see anyone having made a case for Neuvillette from Genshin Impact as a fuckable dragon.

He has proof of dragon-ness (the blue rhinophores in his hair, he's a water dragon. Arguably his weird eyes too) and is in-lore a dragon who was stuffed in the body of a human (potentially via divine intervention trying to nerd him? Can't remember if a reason was stated?) He is also the collective father figure of a race that is described to be the daughters of a dragon.

Sorry for the essay I'm autistic about dragons and want this man carnally

This mod is actually hyperfixated on Genshin Impact, like this is my jam, so I will actually respond to this in detail.

TL;DR I love Neuvillette and he is a dragon but I am too pissed with Hoyoverse's cowardice regarding dragons to award it by posting an anime man.

Yes, I know that Neuvillette very much is a dragon. Hell, he's shown more dragonness than Zhongli so far. He understands saurians, and once the hydro archon... left her throne, phrasing as to avoid spoiling people, he took back his reign over hydro. And I love him.

HOWEVER.

My man's dragon form is still a speculation, and I realize I relented and posted some dragons that don't look like dragons, including but not limited to Falin (Dungeon Meshi) who looks more like what we know as chimeras but lore-wise is a dragon, and Dan Heng (Honkai Star Rail) from the same company as Genshin Impact. I did not mind posting Falin because she's a dragon as far as the universe she belongs to is concerned. I minded posting Dan Heng because that's just an anime boy with horns and tail and they are not even committed to the horns and tail! They only show up under specific conditions!

And Hoyoverse keeps including dragons in their universes, giving them a banger lore, and... shying away from making them dragons. Zhongli was famously a shapeshifter but he shed his dragon form to have a mortal life and we only see the corpse he leaves behind. Neuvillette, despite being a honest to god dragon, only gives away his true form in shape of a ladle. The only dragons that were allowed to be dragon-shaped are antagonists, Dvalin and Azhdaha and Durin and the very advanced ancient dragon race that went extinct and the only remaining ghost of that race also being a world quest antagonist before fading away forever!

And, salt to the wound, as if that's not enough...

Mini Durin, whom we pulled out from a storybook, wants to become human. (And he has, though we didn't see what he looks like clearly. To their credit, we did see very clear horns and wings, but Albedo also said he needed time, so he might shed them too.)

And I am not even going to talk about Bailu and Lingsha from Honkai Star Rail.

So, yeah, Neuvillette is a dragon, but I cannot in good conscience post him as the conventionally attractive anime man that he is, especially considering how much of a COWARD Hoyoverse is when it comes to dragons.

[renthebarbarian]

re-animator corpse bride au with dan as victor, meg as victoria, dr. hill as barkis, and herbert as emily

dan is engaged to meg but keeps screwing up his vows during rehearsal for the wedding, dean halsey gets pissed off and tells dan he’d better get his act together if he wants to marry his daughter

dan goes to the morgue to practice his vows (weird place to do that but okay) and sticks the ring on the finger bone of the educational skeleton standing in the corner…suddenly the skeleton grows skin and hair and starts talking back to dan…uh oh

the skeleton puts on his clothes and glasses and says his name is herbert, and that dan said his vows beautifully…before dragging dan into the underworld

dan is horrified to learn that he’s now married to herbert, doomed to help him with his afterlife research for eternity. herbert introduces dan to his mentor and father figure, dr. gruber, who was murdered with herbert by gruber’s other protege who wanted to steal gruber’s work for himself. herbert and gruber explain that their souls can’t rest until they finish their work, most of which they forgot when they died because it was stolen

dan comes around to liking herbert despite how odd he is, but he eventually tricks herbert into letting him go up to the living world. he tries to tell meg and the dean about how he was kidnapped but the dean thinks dan is a lowlife who was just getting cold feet about the wedding. herbert catches dan trying to run out on him and drags him back to the underworld

herbert starts to feel guilty about dragging dan into his business (out of character i know but it has to work for the story) and offers to let dan out of their marriage, but dan feels sympathy for him and swears to stick by herbert and help his and gruber’s souls find peace. unfortunately this means that herbert and dan have to have a real wedding, on the surface, and dan has to die for real

at the wedding, dan finds out that one of his professors, dr. hill, wants meg for himself and has been ladling poison into dean halsey’s ear about dan all this time. herbert and gruber recognize hill as the man who killed them. hill mockingly makes a toast to dan and herbert’s marriage, and unknowingly drinks the poison that was meant for dan. he dies and comes back as a corpse and herbert, gruber, and their dead friends drag him to the underworld where he will be punished for his crimes for eternity. herbert and gruber are able to get back the research hill stole, putting herbert and gruber’s souls at peace. herbert releases dan from their deal and dan is free to marry meg.

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode illustrée, no. 35, 27 août 1882, Paris. Ustensiles de table, modèles de chez Testevuide, Maison de l'Aluminium, boulevard Poissonnière, 21. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

Le no. 187 est une pince à sucre en bronze d'aluminium (aluminum bronze sugar tongs), du prix de 6 fr. 50 c.

No. 526. Cuillère à confiture et fruits à l'eau-de-vie (Spoon for jam and fruit brandy): 3 fr.

No. 530. Cuillère à thé (forme russe) (Teaspoon (Russian form)): 2 fr. 25 c.

No. 171. Cuillère à sucre repercée à jours (Sugar spoon pierced with holes): 7 fr. 50 c.

No. 560. Ciseau à raisin (Grape scissors): 10 fr.

No. 214. Cuillère à punch avec manche d'ébène (Punch ladle with ebony handle): 7 fr.

No. 402. Couteau à fruits, avec manche japonais et lame en bronze d'aluminium (Fruit knife, with Japanese handle and aluminum bronze blade): 3 fr. 75 c.

No. 159. Même couteau entièrement en bronze d'aluminium (Fruit knife entirely in aluminum bronze): 3 fr. 75 c.

No. 158. Couvert à dessert en même métal (Dessert cutlery in in aluminum bronze): 5 fr.

No. 186. Pelle à tartre repercée à jours (Spatula pierced with holes): 15 fr. 55 c.

No. 173. Cuillère à verre d'eau (Glass of water spoon): 3 fr. 75 c.

No. 525. Cuillère à fraises (Strawberry spoon): 12 fr.

No. 399. Couteau à fromage avec manche d'ivoire (Cheese knife with ivory handle): 10 fr.

No. 170. Cuillère à compote (Compote spoon): 7 fr.

No. 192. Casse-noix simple ou double (Single or double nutcracker): 9 fr.

No. 185. Pelle à glace (Ice shovel): 10 fr.

No. 164. Cuillère à café grand modèle uni (Coffee spoon, large plain model): 1 fr. 50 c.

No. 676. Cuillère, à glace (Ice cream spoon): 1 fr. 75.

No. 520. Cuillère à café de forme russe (Coffee spoon, Russian form): 2 fr.

No. 720. Compotier guilloché à perle et cristal gravé (Guilloche dish with pearl and engraved crystal): 30 fr.

No. 545. Passe-thé repercé à jours (Perforated tea strainer): 3 fr.

No. 424. Surtout de table argenté avec cornet en cristal taillé (Silver table centerpiece with cut crystal cornet): 75 fr.

Nos. 410 à 413. Service à bonbons (Candy service): 15 fr.

No. 675. Sucrier de table, à pied rond avec cuillère repercée (Table sugar bowl, round foot with pierced spoon): 37 fr. 75 c.

No. 561. Pince à sucre en forme d'oiseau (très-commodé) (Bird-shaped sugar tongs (very convenient)): 7 à 9 fr.

No. 735. Cafetière Louis XVI guillochée avec deux écussons (Louis XVI guilloché coffee pot with two escutcheons): 55 à 60 fr.

No. 478. Tasse à café avec soucoupe (Coffee cup with saucer): 20 fr.

Corbeille pour milieu de table (Basket for middle of table): 200 fr.

—

Le luxe et l'élégance dans le service de la table ont marché d'un pas égal avec le luxe de la toilette et de l'habillement. Il serait choquant, en effet, de voir des maîtresses de maison vêtues de beaux atours, assises devant une table dressée avec incurie ou négligence. Quand on ne peut posséder des services en argent très-complet, on y supplée en employant des métaux moins coûteux. Ce que l'on recherche avant tout, c'est l'aspect soigné de la table, c'est aussi l'emploi d'objets spéciaux pour chaque usage: servir du thé ou du café dans une théière ou dans une cafetière de porcelaine est une hérésie en matière de confort élégant. On a porté cette recherche dans tous les détails. Pour les fruits à l'eau-de-vie et pour les confitures, on a fabriqué des petites louches microscopiques, cuillères rondes pareilles à celles que l'on emploie pour servir le potage. On a des cuillères à compotes, des pelles à tartes, des cuillères à sucre, à punch, à verre d'eau, etc., et beaucoup d'etc., ainsi que nos abonnées pourront s'en convaincre en examinant la collection d'ustensiles de table que nous plaçons sous leurs yeux. Les numéros du catalogue de la Maison de l'Aluminium accompagnent chaque objet, ce qui abrège les recherches et résout les doutes quant aux prix.

—

Luxury and elegance in the service of the table have gone hand in hand with the luxury of toilet and clothing. It would indeed be shocking to see hostesses dressed in finery, seated before a table set carelessly or negligently. When one cannot possess very complete silver services, one makes up for it by employing less costly metals. What we are looking for above all is the neat appearance of the table, it is also the use of special objects for each use: serving tea or coffee in a teapot or in a porcelain coffee maker is heresy when it comes to stylish comfort. We carried out this research in all the details. For fruits in eau-de-vie and for jams, small microscopic ladles were made, round spoons similar to those used to serve soup. We have compote spoons, pie scoops, sugar spoons, punch spoons, glass of water spoons, etc., and a lot of etc., as our subscribers will be able to convince themselves of by examining the collection of utensils that we place before their eyes. The catalog numbers of the Maison de l'Aluminium accompany each object, which shortens searches and resolves doubts about prices.

[whimsimarion]

We combine with "Philtres et breuvages" ("Potions and beverages").

Paroles:

Versé 1:

Des entrailles de têtard, de la fiente d'incube

De la bave de cafard, des poils et du mucus De la morve de chenille, de la gangrène de poulpe

Des refletis, des moisis, des viscères de hibou

Refrain:

Philtres, potions et breuvages

Aux pouvoirs maléfiques

Chaudrées, soupes et potages Aux vertus magnifiques

[Ricanement]

Versé 2:

De la tripaille de crapaud, une langue de vipère

C'est la chaudrée, le gruau, le philtre des sorcières

Des rognures d'ongles de mouches, j'agite le bouillon

Que ça frétille dans la louche et dans le chaudron

Refrain

Versé 3:

Des pelures de vesses-de-loup, de la peau de lézard

Une pelure de caillou, des champignons bizarres

Préparez vos bols, vos tasses.

A table les sorcières

Préparez vos bols, vos tasses, le café est prêt

Refrain x 2

Lalala…

Lyrics:

Verse 1:

Tadpole entrails, incubus droppings

Cockroach slime, hairs and mucus

Caterpillar snot, octopus gangrene

Reflections, mold, owl viscera

Refrain:

Philtres, potions and beverages

With evil powers

Chowders, soups and soups

With magnificent virtues

[Laughs]

Verse 2:

Toad guts, a viper's tongue

It's chowder, gruel, witches' potion

Clippings of fly nails , I stir the broth

Let it wiggle in the ladle and in the cauldron Poured

Chorus

Verse 2:

Puffball skins, lizard skin

Pebble skin, strange mushrooms

Prepare your bowls, your cups.

At the table the witches

Prepare your bowls, your cups, the coffee is ready

Chorus x 2

Lalala...

[mrl3afbug]

The rhythmic clatter of woks against the searing metal echoed through Pigsy’s Noodles, a constant soundtrack to the demon pig's increasingly frazzled existence. The online ordering system pinged incessantly, each notification a fresh reminder that nobody, absolutely nobody, seemed to want to step foot into his humble establishment. "Another one! Three orders of spicy Dan Dan! Are these people allergic to walking?" Pigsy grumbled, his snout twitching in annoyance as he slammed a ladle against the countertop.

Tang Sanzang, perched precariously on a stool (as usual), idly flipped through a history book, a faint smile playing on his lips. “They appreciate the convenience Pigsy, surely that’s a positive.” He reached for a stray noodle, deftly catching it in mid-air. "And these noodles are delicious!" He said, stuffing it into his mouth.

Pigsy glared, his piggy eyes narrowing. “And what about your payment, Tang? I swear, you are the only customer who ever sets foot in here and you never pay! Every single time, I swear, every single time!”

Tang chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and promptly slipped out of the shop, "I've got to get back to my lesson plans!" Pigsy released a frustrated sigh, already knowing he would never see that money.

A loud crash from upstairs followed by a string of muttered apologies from Mk brought his attention back to the current crisis. Pigsy ran up the wooden steps, his hooves thudding on the worn planks to find Mk a tangled mess of Monkey King merchandise, the delivery orders forgotten. Mk, a lanky 16-year-old with perpetually wide eyes, was frantically trying to untangle a Monkey King staff replica from a pile of plushies.

“Mk! What in the blazes are you doing? You've got deliveries to make! And why do you have so much Monkey King stuff again?! Don't you have a bank account to be looking after! I gave you money this week!” Pigsy bellowed, his voice echoing through the tiny apartment above the noodle shop.

“Uh… well, see, Pigsy, there was this limited edition Monkey King action figure at the store and-“ Mk stammered, his cheeks flushing.

“Limited edition?!” Pigsy threw his hands up in exasperated anger. “Every week it’s a ‘limited edition’ something. Those poor customers must be getting cold noodles with a side of Monkey King obsession.” He pinched the bridge of his snout. “You also need to get Vivi’s motorcycle, the tuck-tuck is having issues again! You know how he feels about that.”

“Right! Sorry, Pigsy!” Mk chirped, quickly gathering the forgotten delivery bags, his Monkey King staff clutched tightly in his hand.

Pigsy shook his head, heading back downstairs, only to bump into Vivi, who was coming up, a wrench in hand. Vivi's androgynous appearance with vitiligo patches across their skin was a sight Pigsy was accustomed to. Vivi, always practical and calm, was the opposite of their chaotic younger brother.

“Tuck-tuck’s distributor cap is busted again. Mk rode it while I was doing his chores; good thing I have a spare. I just need to replace it, then he will be on his way,” Vivi explained, their voice smooth and even. "And Mk's doing his best, Pigsy, he is still learning."

Pigsy sighed, “I know, I know… it’s just…,” he trailed off, feeling a headache coming. He truly did care about Mk and Vivi, especially with how their lives were since being orphans. He had taken Mk in when he was four, a tiny, lost soul and their brother followed soon after, and they both had become his found family. They kept him young that was for sure.

Just then, his phone buzzed again. It was another order, and, this time, it was Mei calling.

"Pigsy! We're ready to go! The twitch stream is about to start, everyone’s eager!" Mei’s voice, brimming with enthusiasm, blasted through the phone. "And don't worry, I got some special shopping bags just for your restaurant!"

Pigsy groaned. Mei, his friend's daughter, was a whirlwind of energy, and today, she was dragging them all to the mall. He’d initially resisted, but the promise of new kitchen equipment and supplies, paid for by Mei, had been too tempting.

The mall was a sensory overload. Mei, clad in a baggy hoodie and ripped jeans, was a natural in front of the camera, captivating her viewers as she zoomed around the stores, a bright smile on her face. Mk, however, was like a kid in a candy store, his eyes wide as he stumbled behind Mei, occasionally pausing to grab a random Monkey King trinket. Vivi, calm and collected as always, trailed behind, expertly weaving through the crowd. Tang, who was still wearing a somewhat confused expression, was trying to navigate the escalator with grace and failing miserably. Pigsy, meanwhile, was trying his best to keep his temper in check while Mei was pointing at him and saying, "And here we have our Pigsy, the best noodle chef I know! Tell the chat Pigsy!"

"Alright, alright! Stop with the live Twitch business!" Pigsy puffed, a hint of a smile creeping onto his face.

The sheer amount of energy was infectious, even for him. Mei bought Mk a limited edition Monkey King figure, bought him a new delivery helmet, and even some new hair elastics, which Vivi made a mental note to use later. They went to Vivi's favorite arts and crafts store, and Mei bought a ton of new painting and pottery supplies. She bought books for Tang and even spent hours at a book store with him.

As the day drew to a close, Pigsy found himself standing in front of a sparkling new high-tech wok, a gift from Mei, who was now live-streaming herself putting on new makeup and showing off the new clothes she had bought for herself and for Vivi.

"See?" Mei said, throwing her arm around Pigsy. "I told you it would be fun. We need to do this again sometime!"

Pigsy huffed, "Only if we don't do it every week!"

Despite himself, Pigsy found himself smiling. His strange, chaotic family was a mess, but they were his mess, and he wouldn't trade them for the world. Maybe, just maybe, he could get used to this level of non-stop energy and chaos. He definitely still needed to get Tang to pay him though.

[taevisionceo]

A GIFT 🙏 … ECHOES OF YOU ... À TABLE EN ALSACE… MAGIE DANS L'AIR SPICING UP MY AUTUMN-LUNCH… YOU'RE MAGIC

It's my lunchtime 🤪🤪😋😋😋 A GIFT 🙏 … ECHOES OF YOU 👍💫💃🏻🕺 À TABLE EN ALSACE… MAGIE DANS L'AIR "SPICING UP MY AUTUMN-LUNCH… YOU'RE MAGIC"

SPAGUETTI AND LEEK CARBONARA Ingredients… spaguetti, leek, guanciale 🥓, onion, garlic, egg, pecorino cheese, black pepper, Irish butter, salt… Cut the guanciale into strips… stir-fry onion and garlic… add the guanciale and brown it over medium heat… set aside… mix well and carefully (to avoid incorporating air) egg yolk, cheese and ground black pepper… set aside. Cook the leek… Cook the pasta al dente, reserve 1 ladle of the cooking water and drain… mix the egg and cheese mixture to the pasta/leek along with the guanciale, a couple of tablespoons of its fat and Irish butter… gradually combine with the cooking water. Serve sprinkled with more grated cheese and a little more pepper on top.

IRISH POTATO OMELETTE Eggs, potato 🥔 (cooked and mashed), Irish butter, olive oil, chopped fresh chives, baby garlic, onion, salt, pepper, Cheddar cheese… HELLMANN'S mayonnaise…

CANON SALAD WITH TOMATO 🍅 Olive oil, Modena balsamic vinegar, salt… season to taste…

ORDATE Rioja 🍷

[muehehehehhehehehheheheheh]

Chikos no es ke me krea de esos de tt ke se autodiognadtikan o kmo se escriba eso transtornos pero esk literal me acabl de dar cuenta qie nada me da twrnura o sea no sencomk explicsflo no es qje no me gustr nada pero jamas me ha dado ternura algo hoy lo desvubri pork me aparevio un videl tdo cringe de una virjs intentandlce hacer tierna al ladl d un conejo pero pues ninguno de los doa me dio twrnura desoues busque videls tiernos vi como 700 y no me dan ternura hasta miedo me dan jelp

[thanksforthedinosaur]

maisi - 123

liv dawson - does it even

denyah - end game [dazegxd remix]

roy blair - strawberry

charlie lim - starting line

brooke candy - angel tattoo

joan - heartbodymindsoul

mallrat - hocus pocus

sofya wang - man down!

charlotte plank - stargirl

jay kira - download

angel jelly - consistency

audrey nuna - doggie pound

lucy bedroque - how to pretend

ilykimchi - lol

melvv - forward (foot by foot)

sunsetto - could have been (something)

poise - give

lisel - canyons

dan mason ダン·メイソン - blood flow

coldspades - fade away

jinrosipper - hyein seo

madge - bbq2: bqe

fuwawa abyssgard, mococo abyssgard - born to be "bau"dol☆★ - eurobeat remix

eill - pre-romance

さくらみこ - flower rhapsody

illit - iykyk (if you know you know)

she her her hers - dreamkiller

wala.collective - better days

nyck caution - legacy

kota the friend - blah

baby tate - 5th chakra

powers pleasant - smh

keke palmer - the master

donte thomas - self

hope tala - thank goodness

hildegard - bach in town

ashmute - air

chloë doucet - driving

katie gavin - as good as it gets

wallice - heaven has to happen

brye - growing exponentially

buffchick - geometry

soccer mommy - dreaming of falling

boyscott - below the ladle

half waif - slow music

bonzie - lavalamp

haley heynderickx - spit in the sink

gracie abrams - that’s so true

madds buckley - garden party

petey - home alone house 2

sabrina song - afternoons

joan shelley - mood ring

lizzy mcalpine - i guess

caroline says - lightning

trella - healthy!

abigail osborn - i just miss you

wafia - background

public service broadcasting - towards the dawn

fickle friends - feral

kennedy mann - to myself

hkfiftyone - love is dead

asha jefferies - growing pains

ggwendolyn - small town rodeo

annie dirusso - wet

bee blackwell - signs

mount eerie - huge fire

the cure - warsong

arbes - half of understanding

meishi smile - dragonfly

balance and composure - any means

real friends - asymmetry

pet symmetry - big steve

teenage wrist - sunshine

what gives - how u doin?

japandroids - eye contact high

delta sleep - the distance

touché amoré - mezzanine

hank heaven - plan 2

cloudy june - creepy!

aziya - bbydoll

tatiana hazel - floodgate

devon again - cherry cola

yeule - eko

mxmtoon - vhs

carr - chop chop

flowerovlove - are u serious?

minova - stranger

maver - lazy

lauren sanderson - allison

chevy - daydreaming

annie-dog - little italy

jordana - raver girl

wet - signs

[diposamastamameid]

Keistimewaan surat Al-Fatihah

Waktu masih kecil surat Al-Quran yg pertama kali diajarkan itu Al-Fatihah, mama pernah cerita suatu ketika Mbah Kakung kaget mendengar gw sudah bisa baca surat Al-Fatihah sebelum tidur waktu berumur 3 tahun.

Setelah dewasa, Mbah Putri bilang jika ingin punya keinginan, atau meminta pertolongan, meminta petunjuk. Bacalah surat Al-Fatihah sebanyak banyaknya.

Pada akhirnya gw mengetahui bahwa sebegitu spesialnya surat Al-Fatihah, karena selain ia merupakan surat yg merangkum seluruh isi Al-Quran, juga ada di setiap rakaat Shalat. Allah langsung menjawab setiap hambanya membaca surat Al-Fatihah, bahkan memamerkannya kepada malaikat malaikatnya.

al-ḫamdu lillâhi rabbil-‘âlamîn

Segala puji bagi Allah, Tuhan semesta alam

Allah menjawab: hambaku memujiku.

ar-raḫmânir-raḫîm

Yang Maha Pengasih lagi Maha Penyayang,

Allah menjawab: hambaku menyanjungku.

mâliki yaumid-dîn

Pemilik hari Pembalasan.

Allah menjawab: hambaku mengagungkan aku.

iyyâka na‘budu wa iyyâka nasta‘în

Hanya kepada Engkaulah kami menyembah dan hanya kepada Engkaulah kami memohon pertolongan.

Allah menjawab: ini antara aku dan hambaku, ini perjanjian akad antara aku dengan hambaku, ketika ia hanya menyembah dan berlindung kepadaku, maka aku akan perkenankan harapan dan keinginannya.

ihdinash-shirâthal-mustaqîm

Bimbinglah kami ke jalan yang lurus,

shirâthalladzîna an‘amta ‘alaihim ghairil-maghdlûbi ‘alaihim wa ladl-dlâllîn

(yaitu) jalan orang-orang yang telah Engkau beri nikmat, bukan (jalan) mereka yang dimurkai dan bukan (pula jalan) orang-orang yang sesat.

Allah menjawab: Untuk hambaku, aku akan beri apa yg dia minta.

Surat Al-Fatihah juga punya arti Asy-Syifa yaitu penyembuh, penyembuh dalam urusan apapun, juga ia punya arti Ruqyah yaitu bisa untuk menyembuhkan apapun.

Yuk selalu libatkan dan amalkan Al-Fatihah.

[meetyourdreamland]

TEXT 1 : RECIPE

Source : https://cookpad.com/ng/recipes/11797219-fluffy-nutella-dorayaki-yummy-japanese-pancake-sandwich

Fluffy Nutella Dorayaki / Yummy Japanese Pancake Sandwich

Dorayaki Nutella yang Lembut / Sandwich Pancake Jepang yang Lezat

Ingredients:

3 units large Eggs 1/4 cup Sugar 2 tablespoons Condensed Milk 2 tablespoons Cooking Oil 1/2 cup Water (Please adjust) 2 cups Cornflour 1 teaspoon Baking Powder Vanilla essence

For fillings Options: Nutella / Red bean / Cream

Bahan-bahan: 3 butir Telur ukuran besar 1/4 cangkir Gula 2 sendok makan Susu Kental Manis 2 sendok makan Minyak Masak 1/2 cangkir Air (Silakan disesuaikan) 2 cangkir Tepung Jagung 1 sendok teh Baking Powder Essence Vanilla

Untuk Isian: Pilihan: Nutella / Kacang Merah / Krim

Explanation: This translation uses the literal technique because the equivalent words in source language can be found in target language.

Cooking Instructions:

Step 1 In a large bowl, combine the eggs and sugar, and beat the mixture until fluffy using a mixer.

Petunjuk memasak: 

Langkah 1 Dalam mangkuk besar, campur telur dan gula, kocok campuran hingga mengembang menggunakan mixer.

Translation Techniques: Linguistic Amplifications Explanation: To illustrate in more detail, the word "fluffy" in English was enriched to "mengembang" to provide a clearer picture of the desired result.

Step 2 Add in condensed milk and cooking oil. Mix well. Add in vanilla essence.

Langkah 2 Tambahkan susu kental manis dan minyak goreng. Aduk rata. Tambahkan vanilla essence. 

Translation Technique: Borrowing Explanation: The word "vanilla essence" does not have an exact equivalent in Indonesian, therefore, the original word is retained to maintain the same meaning and concept.

Step 3 Sift flour and baking powder together in a bowl. Add in flour and water alternately. Adjust the batter. Not too thick and not too watery.

Langkah 3 Ayak tepung jagung dan baking powder bersama dalam mangkuk. Tambahkan tepung dan air secara bergantian. Sesuaikan adonan. Jangan terlalu kental dan tidak terlalu encer.

Translation Technique: Borrowing  Explanation: The word "baking powder" does not have an exact equivalent in Indonesian, therefore, the original word is retained to maintain the same meaning and concept.

Step 4 Heat up a non-stick frying pan over a medium-low heat and dab an oil using a towel. Pour the batter using a ladle or a measuring cup.

Langkah 4 Panaskan wajan anti lengket dengan api sedang rendah dan olesi minyak menggunakan kain. Tuangkan adonan menggunakan sendok sayur atau takir.

Translation technique: Adaptation Explanation: The word "ladle" was adapted to "sendok sayur" to describe a utensil perhaps more commonly used in Indonesian kitchens.

Step 5 When you see the surface of the batter starting to bubble, flip over and cook the other side. Transfer to a plate and cover up with a damp towel to prevent from drying. You do not need to oil the pan again. Continue making pancakes (you can make about 12 pancakes).

Langkah 5 Ketika permukaan adonan mulai berbuih, balik dan masak sisi lainnya. Pindahkan ke piring dan tutupi dengan handuk basah agar tidak mengering. Tidak perlu mengolesi wajan lagi. Lanjutkan membuat pancake (Anda dapat membuat sekitar 12 pancake).

Translation technique: Elision Explanation: In the sentence "You do not need to oil the pan again" the word "You" is removed to simplify the sentence.

Step 6 Make sandwich with Nutella paste. Put more Nutella paste in the center so the shape of dorayaki will be curved (middle part should be thicker). Wrap dorayaki with plastic wrap until ready to serve. Enjoy! 

Langkah 6 Buat sandwich dengan pasta Nutella. Letakkan lebih banyak pasta Nutella di tengah sehingga bentuk dorayaki melengkung (bagian tengah harus lebih tebal). Bungkus dorayaki dengan plastik hingga siap disajikan. Selamat menikmati!

Translation technique: Borrowing  Explanation: The word "nutella" and "dorayaki" does not have an exact equivalent in Indonesian, therefore, the original word is retained to maintain the same meaning and concept.

TEXT 2 : SONG

A Million Dreams Song by Hugh Jackman, Michelle Williams, and Ziv Zaifman

I close my eyes and I can see The world that's waiting up for me That I call my own Through the dark, through the door Through where no one's been before But it feels like home

Aku pejamkan mata dan terlihatlah Dunia yang menantiku Yang kusebut sebagai milikku Melalui kegelapan, melalui pintu Melalui tempat yang tak pernah diinjak siapapun Namun rasanya seperti rumah

Translation technique: Linguistic amplification, adaptation Explanation: This translation uses linguistic amplification techniques in the sentence "through where no one's been before" which means "melewati tempat yang tidak diketahui sebelumnya." However, I interpret it to mean "melalui tempat yang tak pernah diinjak siapapun" The phrase "tak pernah diinjak" means that no one has ever been there. So, the message of the song's meaning is conveyed, I also use adaptation techniques by matching the language culture to the target language.

They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy They can say, they can say I've lost my mind I don't care, I don't care, so call me crazy We can live in a world that we design

Mereka bisa bilang, mereka bisa bilang semua terdengar gila Mereka bisa bilang, mereka bisa bilang aku sudah kehilangan akal Aku tidak peduli, jadi panggillah aku gila Kita bisa hidup di dunia yang kita rancang

Translation technique: Literal, compensation, adaptation Explanation: This translation uses the literal technique because the equivalent words in source language can be found in target language. The sentence "I don't care, I don't care, so call me crazy" is interpreted using a compensation technique that removes repeated parts so the reader better understands the meaning. Then, for the word "design" we use adaptation techniques by equating existing language culture so that it is not interpreted as "desain" which means nature borrowing techniques but becomes "rancang".

'Cause every night I lie in bed The brightest colours fill my head A million dreams are keeping me awake I think of what the world could be A vision of the one I see A million dreams is all it's gonna take Oh, a million dreams for the world we're gonna make

Karena setiap malam aku berbaring di tempat tidur Warna yang paling terang memenuhi kepalaku Sejuta mimpi membuatku terjaga Aku memikirkan bisa jadi seperti apa dunia itu  Sebuah visi yang aku lihat Sejuta mimpi itulah yang dibutuhkan Oh, sejuta mimpi untuk dunia yang akan kita ciptakan 

Translation technique: Transposition, elision, and adaptation. Explanation: This translation uses the transposition technique in the sentence "I think of what the world could be" because it changes the grammatical structure from the source language to the target language. If interpreted word for word, it could be "Aku memikirkan apa yang dunia ini bisa menjadi" but the meaning sounds lacking. So I changed it to "aku memikirkan bisa jadi seperti apa dunia itu". The sentence "A vision of the one I see" uses the elision technique because it reduces the word "of the one" so that if it is translated "sebuah visi yang aku lihat" the meaning is still conveyed in the target language. Then, in the sentence "A million dreams is all it's gonna take" I use the adaptation technique because we want to convey the message from the source language well. If translated word for word "sejuta mimpi adalah semua yang dibutuhkan" but the meaning conveyed is somewhat lacking so I chose to translate it as "sejuta mimpi itulah yang dibutuhkan".

There's a house we can build Every room inside is filled With things from far away The special things I compile Each one there to make you smile On a rainy day

Ada sebuah rumah yang bisa kita bangun Setiap ruangan di dalamnya terpenuhi Dengan benda-benda dari tempat yang jauh Hal-hal istimewa yang aku kumpulkan  Semuanya untuk membuatmu tersenyum Di hari yang hujan

Translation technique: Literal and adaptation Explanation: This translation uses the literal technique because the equivalent words in source language can be found in target language. The sentence "Each one There to make you smile" uses an adaptation technique so that the true meaning of the lyrics of this song can be conveyed well so that it is translated as "semuanya untuk membuatmu tersenyum". The words "each one there" here are translated as "semuanya" to convey that everything he does is just to make you smile.

However big, however small Let me be part of it all Share your dreams with me You may be right, you may be wrong But say that you'll bring me along To the world you see To the world I close my eyes to see I close my eyes to see For the world we're gonna make

Namun besar atau sekecil apapun Biarkan aku jadi bagian dari semua ini Bagilah mimpimu bersamaku Kau mungkin benar, kau mungkin salah Tapi katakan bahwa kamu akan membawaku Ke dunia yang kamu lihat Ke dunia dimana aku menutup mataku untuk melihatnya Aku menutup mataku untuk melihatnya Untuk dunia yang akan kita ciptakan

Translation technique: Literal and transposition Explanation: This translation uses the literal technique because the equivalent words in source language can be found in target language. This translation uses the transposition technique in the sentence "You may be right, you may be wrong" because it changes the grammatical structure from the source language to the target language so that it is translated as "Kau mungkin benar, kau mungkin salah" not translated as "Mungkin kamu benar, mungkin kamu salah".

TEXT 3 : SHORT STORY

Source: https://learnenglishkids.britishcouncil.org/sites/kids/files/attachment/short-stories-a-dogs-life-transcript.pdf

Title: A dog’s life

Judul: Hidup Seorang Anjing 

Hi. I’m Dino, the family dog. I help keep people safe, especially on the roads. Take a look at my diary to see what I did last week. 

Hai, aku Dino, anjing keluarga. Aku membantu menjaga keamanan, terutama di jalan. Lihatlah diariku untuk melihat apa yang aku lakukan minggu lalu.

Explanation: This translation uses the literal technique because the equivalent words in source language can be found in target language.

Sunday, some children really don’t think. Our neighbour’s boy ran in front of a car to get his ball. The car almost hit him. I saved him though. Remember, always look and listen. 

Minggu, beberapa anak benar-benar tidak berpikir. Anak laki-laki tetangga kami berlari ke depan mobil untuk mengambil bolanya. Mobil itu hampir menabraknya. Tetapi, Aku menyelamatkannya. Ingat, selalu perhatikan dan dengarkan sekitar.

Translation technique: Literal and adaptation Explanation: This translation uses the literal technique because the equivalent words in source language can be found in target language. This translation also uses the adaptation technique "always look and listen" to be changed or adjusted to "selalu perhatikan dan dengarkan sekitar" so that it is more suitable to the target reader and can be understood better from the source language to the target language.

Monday, walking on the street at night can be very dangerous, especially if you wear dark clothes. Car drivers can’t see you very well, just like these two I had to take home. Luckily I never go out without my reflective jacket and collar. Remember, BE SEEN! 

Senin, berjalan di jalan pada malam hari bisa sangat berbahaya, terutama jika kamu mengenakan pakaian gelap. Pengemudi mobil tidak bisa melihatmu dengan baik, seperti dua orang yang harus kubawa pulang. Untungnya, aku tidak pernah keluar tanpa jaket yang mencolok dan kalung anjing. Ingat, JADI TERLIHAT!

Translation technique: Literal, adaptation, and linguistic amplification Explanation: This translation uses the literal technique because the equivalent words in source language can be found in target language. The words “reflective jackets and collars” here are objects worn by dogs. "Reflective jackets" are usually designed like vest jackets with a bright dominant color. Meanwhile, for the word "collar" here I use linguistic amplification techniques by adding “kalung anjing" as additional information so that readers know that this text is written from the perspective of a dog.

Tuesday, people can get very angry when driving, usually for silly reasons. One driver started shouting at Mum today when she stopped to let some children cross the road. I soon made him stop. 

Selasa, orang bisa menjadi sangat marah saat berkendara, biasanya karena alasan konyol. Hari ini seorang pengemudi mulai berteriak pada Ibu ketika dia berhenti untuk membiarkan beberapa anak menyeberang jalan. Aku segera membuatnya berhenti. 

Translation technique: Literal and transposition  Explanation: This translation uses the literal technique because the equivalent words in source language can be found in target language. This translation uses the transposition technique for the sentence "One driver started shouting at Mum today when she stopped to let some children cross the road" due to a shift in the grammatical structure form from the source language to the target language.

Wednesday, one thing makes me really mad. Grrrrrr. People walking on a dangerous road when they can walk on the safe pavement. I saw two girls doing that today but I soon made them change their minds. 

Rabu, ada satu hal membuatku benar-benar marah. Grrrrrr. Orang berjalan di jalan berbahaya ketika mereka bisa berjalan di trotoar yang aman. Aku melihat dua gadis melakukan itu hari ini, tapi aku segera membuat mereka mengubah pikiran.

Translation technique: Literal  Explanation: This translation uses the literal technique because the equivalent words in source language can be found in target language.

Thursday, seat belts can save your life! I make sure everyone in our car wears their seat belt. If they forget, I soon remind them. Even I’ve got one. 

Kamis, sabuk pengaman bisa menyelamatkan hidupmu! Aku memastikan semua orang di mobil kami memakai sabuk pengaman. Jika mereka lupa, aku segera mengingatkan mereka. Bahkan aku pun punya satu.

Translation technique: Literal  Explanation: This translation uses the literal technique because the equivalent words in source language can be found in target language.

Friday, I like Fridays. The roads are quieter. But you still have to be careful. I caught Dad talking on his mobile phone while driving. I soon stopped him though. Don’t worry, he got his phone back. 

Jumat, aku suka Jumat. Jalanan lebih sepi. Tapi kamu masih harus berhati-hati. Aku menangkap Ayah sedang berbicara di ponselnya saat mengemudi. Aku segera menghentikannya. Jangan khawatir, dia mendapatkan ponselnya kembali.

Translation technique: Literal  Explanation: This translation uses the literal technique because the equivalent words in source language can be found in target language.

Saturday, today Mum took me for a walk. One car was parked in a very dangerous place. It was right on the corner of the street. Don’t worry though. I left him a message!

Sabtu, hari ini Ibu membawaku jalan-jalan. Satu mobil diparkir di tempat yang sangat berbahaya, tepat di sudut jalan. Tapi jangan khawatir. Aku meninggalkan pesan untuknya!

Translation technique: Literal and compensation Explanation: This translation uses the literal technique because the equivalent words in source language can be found in target language. This translation uses a refinement technique on the sentence "It was right on the corner of the street" which is combined with the previous sentence "One car was parked in a very dangerous place" so that it is translated into just one sentence “Satu mobil diparkir di tempat yang sangat berbahaya, tepat di sudut jalan” to make it easier to understand and read in the target language.

[lionofchaeronea]

Feast ladle (wunkermian) of the Dan people, Liberia.  Artist unknown; late 19th-early 20th century.  Now in the Brooklyn Museum.  Photo credit: Brooklyn Museum.

[ignatiaimpsley]

I think Dan Fielding's biggest problem is that he lacks enrichment, like a polar bear in a zoo. Dan is, at his core, a big dumb southern boy, and like a polar bear occasionally needs a pumpkin stuffed with hamburger, Dan needs to be threatened with a ladle, and called "baby-child". There is nothing wrong with that man that could not be fixed with a good plate of Gumbo.

[farm-witches-fic-recs]

October! Spooky season is here! We put the pumpkins on the porch last night and we are ready for all the ghosties and ghoulies (and we don't just mean seeing Roland at the cafe before his coffee).

Please find a comfy spot, a tasty snack and/or beverage, and relax with this week's Friday Fic Recs. Be sure to leave the creators some love!

everybody knows the secret (@fishyspots) "A perfectly-executed 5+1 focusing on the early dynamics between Johnny and Patrick. Johnny's voice rings true in every word and his outsider POV of Patrick and David's developing relationship is just brilliant."

everything we need (@samwhambam, @sparklesmagiclightlove) "This western AU rode off with our witchy hearts. Patrick is a horseman and David runs the general store, and we are here for it."

feels like home (@thegrayness) *RPF* "If you like Hallmark movies and small towns and sexy, sexy descriptions of food combined with the inevitability of Dan and Noah getting together, then this is for you."

I would give all this (and heaven too) (wardo_wedidit) "One witch read this as their first AU in the fandom and NEVER LOOKED BACK. Flying amongst the stars has never been more fun or romantic."

phasers set to stunning (@kindofspecificstore) "Best friends Twyla & Patrick head to comic con to meet Alexis Rose, the star of their favorite show, Galactic Sunrise Bay."

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BEVERAGE BREWS

We’ve got some cozy recs on the list this week, the pumpkin spice hot chocolate is the perfect brew to set the mood. Our coven likes ours with extra whipped cream and just a sprinkle of pumpkin spice on top.

Ingredients:

3 cups whole milk 1 cup canned pumpkin puree 1 - 1 1/2 tsp pumpkin pie spice 1 tsp vanilla extract 4 oz white chocolate bar, chopped

To make:

-Put milk, pumpkin, spices, and vanilla into a medium cauldron (a sauce pot will work, too). -Cook over medium heat, stirring often until mixture comes to a simmer. -Turn off heat, add white chocolate and continue stirring until melted. -Carefully ladle into mugs, top with whipped cream, and more pumpkin pie spice to taste.

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@sapphire-heart-tippy

Jonathan: "Vanilla takes good care of all of us, and boy do I say, there is now a LOT of us. Dio's really gotten into his severed head collection and poor Vanilla's got his hands full. So I say, we oughtta give him a little token of appreciation on his special day! How about we bake him a birthday cake!"

Zeppeli: "How?! I'm tired of reminding you all that we are only severed heads, with no hands, no legs and no cooking skills whatsoever?"

Speedwagon: "Not to worry my friends! We can work together to compensate for our lack of limbs! And we've got two mouths on deck to help!"

Tattoo: "Always eager to help! Even though I've never baked before even with a body!"

Kempo: "Make that three mouths!" *nudges Mariah sharply with a ladle* "Do something useful, bully girl!"

(A few moments later)

Tattoo: *beating the eggs aggressively* "YEEAH! Who thoughff baking would be tho fun?"

Kempo: "Er...you got something on your face there, friend."

Tattoo: "Yeah. Ith callt a thathoo. Thath' my name."

Kempo: "No, not that--never mind! Bully girl! I need two tablespoons of sugar!"

Mariah: *with a spoon in her mouth* "GIVE ME A THECOND!"

(Vanilla walks into the kitchen and sees the heads trying to bake, and making a mess of everything)

Vanilla: "What in za warudo are you all doing?!"

Jonathan: "Oh...you're here. We were gonna throw you a surprise party..."

Vanilla: "I appreciate your efforts, my friends. But you could have just asked for assistance, it's the thought that counts."

(He looks around at the complete mess of the kitchen. Tattoo's face is covered in beaten egg, Mariah has fallen face-first into the flour mix and Steely Dan is trying to extinguish Alessi's hair again)

Vanilla: "I guess we're just having ice cream tonight."

Jonathan: "Vanilla is celebrating his birthday soon! We oughtta bake him a cake!"

Zeppeli: "How?!"

Speedwagon: "Don't you remember? We now got more hands on deck to help out!" *gestures to Kempo and Tattoo* "I mean, mouths on deck..."

Tattoo: "We have no idea how to cook, Speeds old pal! But we'll try what we can do!"

Jonathan: "I appreciate your enthusiasm, but why is that not very...reassuring?"

Zeppeli: This isn't going to end well... And it's mostly likely going to end up with Alessi on fire again

Erina: here's to hoping! ☺️