#dirt-incrusted

[writing-hat]

Was rewatching Hands of Time because I wanna get Nya right for my fic (I know I won't but this is an attempt), and I am suddenly remembered of Karlof.

Why is there a metal master? Isn't Cole supposed to be the earth master?

So! Here's why Cole can't metal bend - at least not now, not in this universe, and/or not in my head

Everyone has their own opinions! And this is just me speculating I guess! You can skip if this bores you lmao

Okay for those that are reading my insane and ridiculous overthinking that makes sense for me but might not for everyone cuz I can't explain shit (also cuz yknow this is a lego show for kids all of this wasn't thought through lmao)

So Metal Bending from ATLA is something that always makes me go insane because it is super well brought up AND built up. Because, yknow, Toph is a fucking badass and she's the best actually no contest here I don't take criticism- BUT BUT it's something that somehow feels expected because of how well she handles her powers and how it works when it comes to earth benders

Now for Cole, and earth masters in general, this wouldn't work in my mind, because I feel like the ninjas powers work more in a- "magical" way?

NOW YOU KNOW ME, this does not mean magic doesn't work with physics of our world, yaddi yadda, yknow how crazy I am when it comes to powers being handled with a price, and actually thinking of physics (to an extend, I didn't major in that for a reason LMAO). But it does occur to me that the connections between powers work differently in Ninjago compared to ATLA

This is also why Nya wouldn't be able to blood bend in my mind (EVEN IF THAT'S FUCKING COOL and I want to see content of it always and forever (are there any content on it actually harrass me if there is I wanna see that)), because she's not that kind of close to water, but she is close to it in an other way?

How would I explain that. Hm.

So like imagine a path, and it bifurcates in two different kinds of fields, but it still started from the same branch. Here, one becomes the bender of the matter, reaching potential as badass as blood bending, while the other masters it, understanding how it works to its fundamental, going as far as fusing with the element itself ; it's what makes it so that fire benders can bend lightning, and why that can't be for the ninjas/masters. Because it was never meant to be that.

This comes with the idea that the "Illusion of Separation" is a thing in ATLA! Which, I think would also be the case in Ninjago IF the FSM hadn't seperated them (the powers)- but I still don't know how to explain my thoughts there, other then to say the FSM had all powers before and there's no way he didn't use them at the same time or make them fuse (yknow aside wind and water of course) but he stopped that when he decided to pass it on future masters? something?

And that's why Karlof is the Master of Metal. It got seperated.

(doesn't that mean it can be brought back together? Lloyd I'm looking at you)

ALSO! I think what's taken into account here is the differences between metal and dirt, rocks and such. The chemical/physical differences, how iron is but a mineral in most cases incrusted too deep into the rock before brought back and used to make pure iron (or something idk the exact names) or used to make steel (with carbon levels being too high but yeah this goes to deep I'll stop now) (also if I'm wrong please tell me I'm not a scientist and idk that much on the subject (I think that shows))

More so, Toph's powers and bending works with WAVES! Cole's doesn't (yet, because if he can actually cause earthquakes then O BOI)

Not only that, but they are all born with those powers, and it's hard to master. But for the ninjas, they're "on their own", in way that the generations before them didn't get to teach them shit before they poofed out, and those that are left behind are people that were as clueless as them- looking at the Smith Parents, or even Wu! Who prbably has to learn everything from his father's scrolls because the FSM is a piece of crap actually (not sure how he's handled in the books but rn in my mind he is a piece of crap with how Wu and Garmadon react to most things (that's another talk a bit more Encanto flavored (generational trauma yknow)))

Also, there's the fact that it took so long for the show to show us Cole control the earth from a distance! Usually, his powers are associated with strength- which is in my opinion a huge waste of talent, BUT AT THE SAME TIME IT'S REALLY COOL! You know what I mean?

BUT COLE, even if he doesn't bend metal, there are other things that come with earth powers, things I CAN'T WAIT TO write about, but won't speak for here since I'm still working on it (also they might actually suck but Idc I'm having fun lol)

I wouldn't be surprised if other people found about these abilities tho. Y'know it's the internet! Lots of people think of the same thing

But uh yeah! I guess that's it?

Thanks for reading, and see ya!

(Also if you think I'm wrong about some things, which I prbbly am, or if you wanna add things, correct some of my stuff and all, you're welcomed to do so! I'm always open to being told I'm wrong LMAO)

[rakeshouseparty]

Rake def rubs their paw feet to try and clean off any dirt before getting into bed w/ you while also having their face and claws incrusted with dry blood

[whirling-fangs]

@setsunaid ♥'ed for a super specific AU starter!!

Tap tap tap tap. Small feet ran at full speed across the mansion's floors, betraying the sheer excitement that inhabited their owner.

There was a thud as Inosuke missed a corner and hit the wall. He managed to find his way to the door, forcing it to slide open with an elbow, before he rushed inside.

"Mom!! Guess what I just caught outside!"

The boy's hands were clasped shut, forming a little sphere of void between his palms. His fingernails were incrusted with dirt, which also stained his poor hoari. What kind of creature could these little hands even contain?

[acleanpressurecleaning]

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[trolledu]

**Krud** can refer to a few different things:

1. **Noun (Slang)**:

- A **deposit or incrustation of filth, grease, or refuse**.

- Something **disgusting** or **rubbish**.

- In slang, it can also mean a **contemptible person**.

- Additionally, it might denote a **usually ill-defined or imperfectly identified bodily disorder**.

- For example, you might say, "I spent an hour scrubbing the **crud** off the old stove" or "He complains that there's too much **crud** on TV these days" ¹.

2. **Adjective (German)**:

- In German, **"krud"** means **"crude"** or **"crudely"** when expressing oneself ².

3. **Urban Dictionary (Informal)**:

- According to the Urban Dictionary, **"krud"** is the opposite of being drunk. It's when someone claims not to be drunk but is actually **100% faded** ³.

4. **Verb (Dialect)**:

- In dialect, it can also be used as a verb, meaning **"to curdle or make curdle (of milk), coagulate, or congeal"** ¹.

So, whether you're dealing with dirt, a contemptible person, or just expressing yourself in German, **"krud"** has quite a range of meanings! 🤔.

Source: Conversation with Bing, 07/02/2024

(1) Crud Definition & Meaning - Merriam-Webster. https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/crud.

(2) English translation of 'krud' - Collins Online Dictionary. https://www.collinsdictionary.com/dictionary/german-english/krud.

(3) Urban Dictionary: Krud. https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Krud.

(4) crud - WordReference.com Dictionary of English. https://www.wordreference.com/definition/crud.

[unholyhelbig]

Bechloe Apocalypse AU? I know it's been done before, but damn, do I love a good trope.

[A/N: This prompt has been in my inbox for a long time and I’m just now getting to it. But the main idea is from @auideas] 

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Beca was always the first to stir in the morning. It wasn’t by the light that streamed through the blinds, but her own biological clock that did it. A seven am on the dot, she would wake and stretch and feel her fingers met with the cold of the house. The blinds were drawn and a little slit of yellow, or sometimes gray depending on the weather, mapped itself on the wooden floor.

They hadn’t done much to the old Victorian manor at the edge of town. It came furnished and the only thing they bothered changing was the sheets on the four-post bed and the towels in the closet. They smelled so thickly of must that Beca made the begrudging trip into town for supplies.

Beca would pad down to the kitchen on the creaky wooden stairs and flicked on the coffee maker. She reveled in the darkness, in the cool relief from the South Carolina air. They kept the central unit on high and thick curtains over nearly every pane of glass in the house.

Chloe would stir an hour after her wife.

Maybe it was the absence of heat or her own lungs filling with dark roast. She followed the scent and grasped at the paper set on the kitchen table. She would skip to the sports section first but would always return to the front page for whatever story they deemed import enough.

“Ah, a firefighter with a cat.” She creased the paper “Charming and quaint.”

Beca grunted as she stood on her toes to grasp two mugs. They also came with the house, covered in dust until she scrubbed them. A cartoonish illustration of teddy bears dawned the front and she couldn’t bring herself to read the cheesy sayings past their first week in the Victorian.

She didn’t’ want to get to know the people in town. It was small enough that she got questioning stares from the gas station clerk whenever they ran out of allergy medication or on the rare occasion, milk. He bit his tongue but studied her face. Doveport South Carolina. Not even on the map.

Chloe figured that this is where people went to disappear. Not when they had fresh blood on their palms and dirt under their nails, but when the dust had settled, and they needed a place to ride out the storm. People lived on boats and deep in the swampy woods. They bought foreclosed homes with cash. They barely went outside, and hell- the air was too stiff.

“Did he pull it from a tree?” Beca asked.

“A storm drain, actually,” Chloe said.

The shorter of the two set down a steaming cup in front of her wife. It was loaded with French vanilla creamer and too much sugar for Beca to stomach. She swallowed two gulps of black coffee and cupped her hands around it to keep in the warmth. The house had to be cold. Though, her nose suffered the most from the stark temperature.

Chloe hummed into the steam rising from her drink “Coleman is supposed to drop of the sample today.”

“Coleman is s douche.”

“A douche with a sample. And besides, he won’t even come into the house. The light is too much for anyone to handle, much less the test slides. He’ll drop it by the greenhouse and be on his way.”

“I don’t even want him in my vicinity, Chlo. His male testosterone permeates the air.”

Chloe didn’t’ dignify Beca’s dramatics with a response. It reminded her of the days when she would run around on playgrounds, crunching over mulch and trying to get away from the boys with cooties. But then she had become a biochemist and even well before that, knew that that’s not how things spread.

Not cooties anyway. Maybe the flu or a common cold, but the only thing men were good for in this century was transporting what they needed. People in Doveport never gave a man a second look. Not when they dawned a hat and had grease on their hands. They wouldn’t question his duffel bag or the scent of gunpowder.

Beca went to take another sip of her coffee but stopped mid gulp when the familiar hum of the central cooling system sputtered to a stop. They had grown so used to the noise and the icy atmosphere. She exchanged a worried look with her wife and lowered the cup. “Well shit.”

“Was it supposed to storm today?”

“No. I checked.” Beca tapped the paper absently before pulling herself from the kitchen table. They didn’t’ have much time before their backup generators would kick on. But those hadn’t either. Not yet. Why hadn’t they? Fuck.

Chloe must have had the same thought. Worry crossed her features before she padded across the kitchen and pulled the door to the basement open. She creaked down the steps and was instantly overwhelmed by the heat that had already begun to fill the sod-coated room.

There weren’t basements in the south. Not usually but they had chosen the old Victorian because it had one in the first place. She walked towards the line of tables that were usually lit by a bluish-purple light. Those had gone off too.

In the stumbling darkness she grasped the samples carefully and placed them in the large freezer under the stairs. The ice that incrusted it wouldn’t’ last long but hopefully this power outage wouldn’t either.  She sealed it. She prayed about it too but wouldn’t’ let Beca know about that.

Science was magic and magic was science and religion fell somewhere in between but it eased her mind to speak to a higher power regardless.

“Chlo! I think you should see this!”

She didn’t waste any time sprinting up the slotted stairs and leaving the musty basement behind. Sweat had formed against her cheeks and made her skin tight when it hit whatever cold air was left in the nearly empty living room. Beca had peeled the blackout curtain back and the light stung her eyes.

“You opened the window?” Chloe asked.

“I was curious.” Beca Said.

Chloe sighed and squeezed close to her partner before she herself pulled back the dark cloth just an inch. Her heart rushes faster and there was a heat leaking through the windows. She hated the south and the lack of silence that it held onto.

It was the same street that she saw once or twice a month when she ventured from the house. There was another house across the way that had been empty since they arrived. There was a cop that lived next door and a nice family adjacent to them. But right now- there was blood.

The patrol car that usually sat in the driveway was turned on its side and a mass of guts and blood and teeth stirred in the front driveway. She saw fingers flick and smelled fire, or gas, or a mix of both. It made her throat burn.

A stranger, a man in fishing waders had half of his face missing and a dead look behind his yellowed eyes. He limped and groaned tepidly, continuing like he was going on a stroll. His jaw swung back and forth as a clock and Chloe grimaced.

“Well damn.” She let the curtain fall, “This is bullshit we were so close.”

“I know, but someone else was closer.”

Beca walked back towards the kitchen and grasped her now chilled cup of coffee. She finished it off and grabbed the newspaper, looking at the smiling face of the firefighter with a burnt-looking cat in his arms. It was filthy and its fur was matted. She frowned and placed it back on the table.

“Damn government funding. If I could have just gotten my hands on the Amscope.” She grimaced “we’re going to buy you a whole house but you can use a magnifying glass to create a zombie virus.”

“The institution is counting on you, Miss Mitchell.” Chloe mocked.

“Doctor Mitchell, I swear, they always forget that part. You know what we can’t forget? The nine years of our life that we spent getting degrees in science and then another three years held up in this place creating a bioweapon that we didn’t even get to release.”

Chloe lifted her eyebrows and leaned against the adjacent kitchen wall. She had to admit, it was a little disappointing. A letdown after all of this time. But she felt a bit of relief well up inside of her. They would send an extraction team for them at some point and then maybe they would be directed to create a cure. Maybe.

“I think we should get a cat,” Chloe said, picking up the paper and wiggling it towards her wife. “Look at his cute little face.”

“Mm, before or after the apocalypse?” Beca asked.

“During, probably,” Chloe said. “I’d consider a dog.”  

[bm-ancient-art]

Face from the Lid of a Sarcophagus, ca. 1336-1250 B.C.E., Brooklyn Museum: Egyptian, Classical, Ancient Near Eastern Art

One face from an anthropoid sarcophagus, of sandstone (?), with traces of a beard and the headdress adorned with a headband and flower. Condition: Stone is blackened; large chips in headdress brow and ears; other small chips here and there; dirt incrusted in ears. Size: 18 × 17 × 5 in. (45.7 × 43.2 × 12.7 cm) Medium: Sandstone

https://www.brooklynmuseum.org/opencollection/objects/3918

[svnflowery]

a reason to stay - p.js

pairing: jisung x reader (feat. Jeno, Jaemin, Taeil)

word count: 5k

genre: prince!au, fencer!au, fluff with a tiny dash of angst

warnings: none

a/n: it’s 4am and i really just want to post this - not revised sorry if you find some nonsense

i

The soft breeze cools your body temperature down, making you sigh in content. You kick the little pebbles in the street road, bored out of your mind, wondering why on earth did your mother force you to go out in this hot, almost hell-like summer weather. You heard her voice and looked up, somewhat hopeful of her letting you go run free to play with the butterflies that live in the palace’s garden. But to your disappointment, she was chatting with an old woman that sold fabrics. Whenever you saw her, she always exclaimed about how much you had grown up from last time even though you didn’t remember her at all.

You let out a deep sigh full of boredom. Fiddling with your shawl, you tugged at your mom’s skirts to get her attention, but your attempts were fully ignored. With a huff you shrugged your little shoulders and walked away, looking for something to entertain you.

You found a small market stall after about five minutes and your eyes glowed with interest at the intricate-looking toys displayed.

“You like them?” asked the owner, an old man with a mysterious aura, smiling at you.

You nodded and looked at him intently before jumping in realization, “you don’t have teeth! Like me!” You smiled widely, tugging at your lips to show the old man, who was now laughing, your missing, small tooth.

“Yes, you are right, little lady. Very observant,” he praised you, patting your head.

You made your way around the small stall, observing each toy with your big, curious eyes carefully. They were animal-like dolls, with hand-stitched patterns and shiny buttons as eyes. You were about to ask the old man about them when you heard your name being called, realizing it was your mother. You waved quickly at the man before fleeing again, trying to hide from your mother by taking random turns in between the city streets.

When you stopped hearing her voice you stopped running, out of breath and sweat forming on your forehead. You sighed, relieved, before exploring the market stalls again.

A smell quickly caught your attention and you obediently followed it, discovering a small bakery. The bread smell flooded your nostrils and made your mouth water. The shop was cozy, with a stone oven incrusted on the wall and a little counter displaying all types of buns, bagels, and pancakes. You must have been making heart eyes at the food, because a boy, about ten years older than you, giggled at the sight and asked you if you wanted to take one. “I don’t have money,” you pouted. Looking at him with sad eyes. He thought for a moment before looking behind him to verify his master wasn’t looking when he quickly handed you a small, slightly wonky bun. You gasped in delight and thanked him excitedly, alerting his master with the loud and sudden sound. She turned around and looked at the scene before hitting the boy’s arm.

“Taeil! For the nth time, you can’t go around giving food for free!”, the young boy, as you now knew as Taeil, rubbed his neck in embarrassment. “Sorry, Grandma, she just looked hungry and...” The old woman sighed in desperation shaking her head. You anticipated her scolding and quickly thanked the man before getting out of the shop, munching happily on your little bun.

The streets had gotten a little busier now, with people rushing around buying groceries, some nobles just strolling around or even a few knights guarding the busy city.

You noticed a painter in the middle of the avenue and went running towards it to check out the pictures closely when you got bumped furiously to the side, halting your run and making you fall in a more secluded street.

You stood up rubbing your head, looking around to see the source of your fall when you noticed a few kids not older than two or three years, had surrounded you.

“Give us your clothes!” screamed one, snatching your shawl away. You noticed he had dirt all over his clothes, which were ragged and old. Opening your eyes in realization, you remembered that day your mother had told you about the poor kids who assaulted people like you in hopes to get some valuable items. Your mother seemed to be disgusted by them, but you pitied them.

“If you wanted my clothes you could have asked nicely!” you scolded them, making them stop their actions and look at you like you had just grown a third eye. “It’s for food, right?” you asked while taking off your small shoes and handing them to the confused kids. “I have a lot more at home, you can take them!” you smiled, “Just be nicer, you hurt my head, you know.” You murmured, rubbing it to emphasize your point.

The boys didn’t say a word and instead took a run for it, not even thanking you. You sighed and patted the dust off your skirt, thinking about the big scolding that was coming when your mother noticed your lack of shoes.

“That was very honorable of you, you know,” said a voice from behind you. You quickly looked up, and when you noticed who it was you bowed clumsily. “Prince Jaemin!”

Jaemin giggled and patted your shoulder, “no need to bow! Jeno’s friends are my friends.”

You raised your brows, surprised at the new information. “I didn’t know Jeno hanged out with royalty, wow.” you murmured, making the prince giggle again. “He practices fencing with my little brother, but since we are the same age we ended up being friends!” he told you, patting your shoulder again as if you were friends, smiling kindly at you. You then understood why he was so loved, he irradiated warmth and kindness.

“I’ll have to talk with Jeno, then, seeing as he doesn’t tell me these things,” you thought out loud, murmuring the last part as to not appear rude.

Jaemin smiled at you again, about to say something else when you heard a boy’s voice getting near.

“Jaemin! Jaemin! Jeno told me that...” he stopped in his tracks, looking at you. You looked at him, too, curious. “Who’s this?”

“Ah, this is Jeno’s friend! She’s your age, I think.” he turned to look at you, “This is my little brother, Jisung! The one who practices with Jeno.”

You almost choked in your spit, bowing again. “Prince Jisung!” Jaemin laughed again, finding your mannerisms endearing. Jisung flushed and bowed too, flustered because he found you pretty. “N-no need to bow! Jeno’s friends are my friends, too!” he told you, waving his hands to make you stop bowing. His words made you laugh, recognizing them as the same thing Jaemin had told you just minutes ago.

“I-” the sudden, familiar call of your name cut your words and you cursed under your breath, ready to run again when a hand snatched your arm, making you turn to look at your very angry-looking mother. “Y/n! I swear, you’re going to be the death of me!” she scolded, not even realizing the Princes were with you and dragged you away, her raised voice talking about how reckless you are and how worried she was.

You shot a sad smile to the confused boys, waving your hand before turning the corner of the street and disappearing, hoping you’ll see them again.

ii

You watched your best friend, Jeno, practice fencing with Jisung. It has been two years since your encounter with the Princes, and a lot had happened since then.

After getting scolded to no end for running off and giving away your shoes, you had gone out to meet Jeno and ask him about his royal friendships.

“So,” you began, looking at him inquisitively. He avoided your gaze, playing with the hem of his sleeves. “you’re friends with Prince Jaemin AND Prince Jisung and I discover that information NOW, and not even from yourself but the Princes themselves?!” you exclaim, pouting unconsciously with a frown. Jeno laughed at your little outburst and finally looked at you with guilty eyes. “In my defense, I’ll say I thought you had figured that out since I practice with Jisung, but I guess you are a little slow.” He teased, laughing when you hit his shoulder. “Not funny! That’s so cool, Jeno!”

You smiled at the thought, shaking your head. From then on, he had brought you with him at his fencing practices; so you had naturally gotten closer with Jisung, too. It had been hard at first because of the awkwardness and the fact that you found yourself incapable of dropping formalities until a few months after, but you were inseparable now, always running through the city together on some new adventure. You giggled, remembering that one time he saw a mouse for the first time.

“Aaagh! What in the world is that!” screamed Jisung behind you, making you turn to the funniest sight: Jisung, on top of a random supply box, shaking as if he had seen a dragon… because of a tiny mouse that was running around. You immediately had fallen into a fit of laughter, almost falling on your butt. “You’re-” you started, unable to form a complete sentence from all the laughter, doubling over with tears in your eyes. “You’re scared of a mouse?”

Needless to say, Jisung didn’t hear the end of it for weeks, being made fun of by not only you but Jeno too when you had told him the day after. What you didn’t tell him, though, is that you found it endearing how he had never seen a little mouse before, making him appear even more adorable in your mind. You teased him frequently, telling him he looked like one, but he always became grumpy at that, a rosy tint spreading his cheeks.

The clashing sound of metal with metal woke you up from your little haze, looking at the scene before you. Jisung held his sword towards Jeno’s chest, who was raising his hand in surrender, now unarmed with his swords a few feet away. “I win!” exclaimed the younger boy, jumping with glee. Jeno pointed to his sword, “hey! Careful with that!”

“Oh yeah, sorry.” Jisung apologized, putting it away before resuming his little jumps. And skipping towards you. “Y/n! Did you see? I won! I won Jeno for the first time!” he exclaimed with excitement, taking your hands and twirling with you. You blushed at the contact, congratulating him shyly. Jeno looked from afar, watching the interaction with a knowing smile.

iii

Three years had passed now, time passing in the blink of an eye. Your 15th birthday had passed recently, and you were now practicing fencing with Jeno.

You had taken an interest not long after Jisung’s first victory, mostly because you wanted to spend more time with him, so you had asked Jeno to help you train to surprise Jisung one day. You had gotten the chance to spar with him in last year’s annual tournament, and after a long, difficult match, you had ended up winning, much to your surprise. You still don’t know how you did it, to be honest. Jeno told you that your dance training might be the reason, but you doubted it. You finally got to impress Jisung, though.

The problem is that you had gotten so nervous that you had run off before you could take off your mask, making you the mysterious fencer to everyone and eventually gaining that as your name.

Everyone had forgotten you in a matter of weeks; everyone but Jisung. He had fallen in love with the way you moved, telling everyone how magical you looked and how special you must be. You blushed every time he talked about you like that, and Jeno had to suppress a laugh. He almost spilled your secret one day, but luckily Jisung was too busy talking about your fencing persona to notice.

A sudden bump in your chest made you wake up from your memory-reliving moment and you looked at the sword pointed at you, blinking.

Jeno smirked, looking at you with a knowing glint in his eyes. “Thinking about a certain prince again?” he teased, lowering his sword. You huffed, looking away with warmth quickly spreading through your cheeks, “shut up, Jeno.”

The sudden rustling of leaves indicating someone was coming made you both jolt, Jeno signaling you to hide just in case it was Jisung. You quickly did so, throwing yourself behind the nearest tree, heart thumping in your throat.

“Jeno!” greeted the last voice you wanted to hear at that moment. You cursed under your breath.

“Jisung, what are you doing here? We don’t have practice today” answered your friend, alert eyes making sure you were well hidden.

“I wanted to talk to you, Jeno… it’s- it’s about the tournament.”

“What’s up?”

“Do you think they will show up? I didn’t get to know who was behind the mask last year and now that the tournament is nearing, I can’t get them out of my mind. What if they don’t show up? I have so much to ask them...” he sighed, looking at the ground. He truly looked deflated, sad with the thought of never seeing that mysterious fencer again. Jeno frowned at the sight and patted the younger boy’s back, a gesture of reassurance. “Hey, don’t think like that, Sung. I’m sure you’ll get to see them again, the person is a fencer, after all. Why would they miss a match?”

Jisung, a little more convinced now, straightened his back and nodded, pensively. “I want to win them, Jeno! We have to train harder, please!”

Jeno smiled, looking fondly at him. His passion for fencing was admirable, and Jeno was proud of him.

You grinned in your hiding spot, your heart beating a little faster.

iv

You were packing your fencing suit neatly, humming a little tune you had heard someone sing on the street while you were visiting Taeil’s bakery. The weather was starting to get hot, indicating the nearing arrival of the summer season, and with it, the annual fencing tournament. Your chest was bubbling with excitement and anticipation, but also nervousness. You planned to win Jisung again and thus telling him your identity. You were a bit scared, goosebumps appearing in your arms whenever you imagined the outcome. In your heart, you truly wished for him to take it well, but your mind was clouded with what-ifs; what if he’s angry because you kept it from him, what if he doesn’t accept your passion, what if he’s so disappointed he doesn’t want to talk with you ever again.

Your fantasy got interrupted by the calls of your mom.

“Honey, did you hear me? Are you okay?” she rushed to you, cupping your cheeks and looking at you intently, searching for fever symptoms. You gently took her hands from your face and smiled, murmuring an apology. “I was just thinking, mom. What did you say?”

She sighed, relieved, but still looking at you. “The dance competition, honey. The date got announced! It’s at the start of the summer season. And you are the main act! Isn’t that fantastic? You’ve practiced so much!” She continued rambling about it, but you stopped listening.

The start of the summer season? But that’s the same day as the tournament…

-

The night breeze was chilly, making you wrap your shawl around you. After your mother broke the news, you had stayed in the little lake near the palace, thinking. You eventually cried, too.

This was the first time you had to choose.

All your life had revolved around dancing. Ever since you can remember, you had been training resiliently. Your main goal had always been being the main act, that being your motivation every time you fell or couldn’t get a routine right. You breathed dancing, the freedom it provided ran through your veins. It was your entire being.

But fencing… fencing had opened doors for you, had made you experience a feeling you had never felt before. The rush of fighting, the beauty of moving the sword with elegance and strength, all of it had slowly captivated your heart. And there was also the emotions that had urged you to enter the fencing world. The emotions of a boy you deeply cared about.

You felt troubled inside. It felt as if your entire being had split into two and had started fighting in your interior, with you in the center of the tornado of turns and metal clashing.

“It’s cold for a summer night, isn’t it?” a voice startled you.

A certain boy sat next to you, his knees brushing yours. “Jisung… What are you doing here?” you asked, avoiding his face. He had appeared just when you were, precisely, thinking about him, making you blush.

“This is my palace, so I think I should be the one asking that.” He teased, cheekily. You smiled, softly elbowing him.

“You know I always come here when I… have too many thoughts. I’m just conflicted.” you sighed, looking ahead at nothing in particular.

“What’s troubling you?” he asked, softly. The way he furrowed his brows and softly put your hair behind your ear told you he was worried.

“It’s, um… I have a friend who… uh…” you stumbled with your words, trying to cover up your problem. “She… she has to decide between two things that are very important to her, and she’s confused about it because she wants to make the right choice, but I feel like whatever I choose, won’t be correct.” You told him sincerely. “She! I mean she, not me.” you quickly corrected yourself.

Jisung looked at you with knowing eyes but didn’t comment on it. He softly took your hand in his and locked his eyes with yours, ignoring the heat crawling up his neck.

“You know, I feel you. I mean, your friend. Not long ago, I had a talk with my father. I felt confused and lost because I had to choose between fencing and my prince's duties. I obviously chose fencing because not only it’s something I’ve always done, it’s also what my heart told me to do. I had to listen to my heart. And for a while, it felt wrong – especially watching Jaemin being the perfect prince because he had chosen prince duties over anything else. But that’s it, y/n; there’s no wrong or right choice. You just choose what’s right to you, and that’s the only thing that matters.”

He let go of your hand to wipe the tears that were escaping your eyes without your permission. You quickly circled his neck with your arms, burying your face into his embrace, sobbing. You didn’t say anything, but both of you knew your fight had ceased with the realization that came thanks to Jisung’s words.

v

“Are you out of your mind!? How dare you disobey your mother like that!? What have I done to you to disappoint me like that!? You are a disgrace to this family!”

You were sitting in your living room, with your mother yelling at you and your father looking at you with disappointed eyes. You still had your fencing suit on, after running away from the tournament before taking off your mask – again.

You had chosen fencing.

You had ditched the dance performance and attended the tournament. You successfully won Jisung again, but as soon as you saw your mother you had run away, leaving as the mysterious fencer yet again.

You felt content with your decision because that’s what felt right for you – but your mother’s words were making you feel a shame you’ve never experienced before.

“This is the last straw! You won’t be fencing anymore!”

You perked up at that and quickly rose your head to look at your mother, alarmed. “What!?”

“You are a dancer, y/n, not a fencer! A dancer, you hear me!? I’ve let you run off and practice fencing with your friends but it seems you have forgotten your real focus. You’ve humiliated the family’s name with your absence today, and I won’t let that happen again. And if I see you with your fencer friends again, I’ll make sure that’s the last time you go out with them.” She threatened, voice quivering with anger. “I hope you learn from your mistakes, y/n.”

vi

After the probably worst moment of your life, you had distanced yourself from Jeno and Jisung. You feared that your mom would make you stop seeing them completely f she saw you with them again, so you had limited your meetings by a lot, now barely seeing them once a month.

It pained you. It’s as if a blanket of spines had wrapped itself around your heart, squeezing it tightly, making it bleed with longing for your friends. You missed Jeno, the way his happiness shone through his eyes every time he smiled and how he patiently trained with you. You missed talking with him on the way from the bakery, always stealing a bite of his bun. You missed his rare but comforting hugs whenever you told him about a hard day of practice. You missed your best friend, and his absence left you with the cold sensation of loneliness spreading through your body.

But your heart desperately missed Jisung. You missed his laugh, the way his eyes crinkle whenever he smiles, the mole under his lips, his soft touch which contrasts the rough skin of his hands, his soft pout whenever he concentrates, his soft smile whenever you talk about dancing, his passion whenever he practiced his fencing routine. You missed your long talks by the lake, holding hands whenever you strolled through the city, his curious eyes whenever you showed him something new, his hugs, his warmth, the comfort of his presence. You deeply wished you could stop this nonsense and run back to him, but the thought of never seeing him again kept you from breaking the distance.

vii

A couple of years had passed. Not much had changed – you still missed your friends, and you had missed every tournament ever since your mom scolded you. Tonight, you were attending the special ceremony. It was the last tournament the prince – Jisung – was going to attend, the reasons being unknown though rumors said he was heartbroken after the disappearance of the mysterious fencer he oh so deeply admired. These rumors made you sad, guilty making you assist the ceremony with no clear objective in mind. If you were being honest with yourself, you just missed Jisung and took this as an opportunity to talk to him again, as your mother approved of you going to the ball.

You had flowy, soft fabric dancing around you, moving gracefully with each step you took. Stunning and gorgeous, you entered the palace, your heart beating so hard you felt as if it would take off and fly out of your chest at any moment.

A lot of eyes were on you, interested as you had become a popular dancer in the last years. You avoided them, though, only looking for a certain pair of brown ones.

A hand in your shoulder startled you, and before you realized, the eyes you had been looking for were just in front of you, accompanied by your favorite smile. “Jisung,” you breathed, quickly hugging him, “I missed you. Oh, gods, I’ve missed you so much.” You whispered. As his arms circled your waist, you felt the blanket of spines slowly lift off your heart.

He smiled gently, kissing your temple. “Me too, I thought you got tired of me. Glad to see you missed me as much as I’ve missed you.”

“I would never get tired of you.”

“Your distance says otherwise.”

“Jisung, I already told you, it’s-”

“Yeah, it’s complicated. I get it. It doesn’t stop me from wishing you were with me every day and not once in a year.”

You sighed, looking down. You couldn’t tell him the reason for your distance like you had told Jeno since Jisung still didn’t know about your fencing past, and you knew it was bothering him even though you had tried to convince him it wasn’t his fault.

“Dance with me.”

Time flew with Jisung, as always. You had danced in silence, as you seemed to communicate everything you needed to with your eyes. You were lost in his when he suddenly spoke.

“I’m giving up fencing.”

You almost tripped. “Why?”

“I don’t know. It brings me sadness.”

“What? You love fencing!”

“But… I loved it because you were there. You always watched me practice, and your support encouraged me to continue forward.”

“You know I support you.”

“It’s not the same, you’re away now.”

You sighed, “Jisung-”

“No, don’t start again. It’s my decision. Fencing is meaningless without you two.”

You paused. “Two?”

He looked away, bashful. “It’s stupid, but… do you remember that mysterious fencer? They haven’t been showing up. I always looked forward to our next match, but now that they have stopped coming, I’ve lost the motivation to come, too. It feels as if they have given up… and thinking about me makes me sad.” He looked at you again, frowning. “I used to love fencing because it made me stop thinking, it was liberating. But now, every frustration that’s bothering me involves fencing. I think I should stay away from it, for a while.”

You furrowed your brows at that, lightly shaking his shoulders. “Are you out of your mind? Are you seriously thinking of abandoning fencing? Jisung, it’s your passion!”

He shrugged, looking down. Just before he was able to answer, a loud voice interrupted the moment.

“Ladies and gentlemen! The annual fencing tournament is about to start! Kindly head to the gardens, where the competition will take place!”

Jisung looked at you with pleading eyes. “I have to go. Please, cheer for me.”

viii

You only wanted to attend the ball and go. You really, really just planned on doing that. But after talking with Jisung, and seeing the look in his eyes, you felt the weight of guilt slowly driving you towards the preparation room to change to a suit.

It felt strange after years of not touching any fencing equipment, and you had become very, very rusty. After the first fights, your arm was already tired, and you felt unbelievably hot under the suit.

For some reason, you had managed to fight your way to the final round. If it was luck or just bad contestants you didn’t really know, but you were much sloppier now and with Jisung in front of you, your hands hard started to shake. It had been so long…

Jisung, at first, didn’t believe it. Your movements were definitely a big tell that you were his so admired mysterious fencer, but he had noted your technique had become a bit brute. Now that he had you in front of him, he felt as if he lived again, moving vigorously and fighting with all his might.

With your lack of training and his sudden power, the fight ended in the blink of an eye, with audible gasps from the public.

Sword was pointing at chest, only this time, Jisung was the one holding the sword, and you the one at the end of it.

A loud horn marked the end of the tournament, with the same loud voice announcing Jisung as the winner. The public burst in cheers, chanting the prince’s name in pride and glory, and the boy took off his mask with a proud grin.

“Don’t you dare run away again.” He said before you could make a dash for the exit. He quickly grabbed your arms, keeping you in place. “This has been eating me for years, and I thought I’d never fight with you again. Who are you?” He whispered, looking at the mask intently.

You sighed, knowing you were trapped. Your palms were sweating like crazy, your heart going a thousand miles per minute, making it difficult to breathe. The moment you had fantasized about for many years had come, and you were experiencing too many emotions in the spare of a second. Scared, nervous, relieved.

You quickly took it off, meeting your favorite eyes who were looking back at you in shock. The crowd gasped, and you were met with deafening silence, only interrupted by occasional low whispers.

“It’s you.”

“It’s me.”

He smiled.

“You know, I always had thought, deep inside me, that it could be you. You always held the sword correctly even though you pretended to lose...” He giggled. You smiled, relieved because he was accepting of it all. You pushed his shoulder softly, “Don’t act all-knowing now, you never knew.”

“Maybe.” he cupped your face gently, looking you with courageous eyes and red cheeks. “But it makes sense now. I felt drawn to the mysterious fencer… because it was you. It’s always been you.” he started, his voice lowering to a murmur now, “the one who has never left my mind...” he paused, his gaze lowering to your lips. “...nor my heart.”

You gulped, confused and flustered. What does that mean? What is he doing? Is he confessing? Why is he looking at my lips like that? We are in front of the whole city, he won’t-

A soft sensation stopped your frenetic thinking, making you close your eyes and hold Jisung’s hands on your face. He was gentle, yet passionate; as if trying to tell you all his hidden feelings. His touch was warm, almost hot, and your mind was him. Nothing else mattered at the moment.

You broke the kiss after what felt like an eternity and a second at the same time, smiling at him.

“So,” you whispered, not wanting to break the magical atmosphere around you both. “Are you still leaving fencing?”

He smiled at you, eyes shining with glee. “No,” he pecked your lips, “I’ve found my reason to stay.”

[ronnieandrews2020]

Number 148! 😂😁😁

"Archie, wait!" she screams, high heeled feet clicking on the pavement and hitting a lost can of cheap beer, rocketing it a couple of meters front. 

"Slow down, I-" And before she could finish her sentence, she trips on whatever trash litters the street and loses balance, her ankle twisting in a brief but sharp pain. 

The grunt of pain that escapes her mouth is proven to be more effective than all her previous pleas as the red-headed hunk instantly halts and catches her before she hits the ground. 

"Are you okay, Ronnie? Are you in pain? Where does it hurt?"

His strong arm is snaked around her waist to keep her steady, and words of concern are flowing hurriedly as his panicked gaze travel her body in search of an exposed injury. 

"You wish..." she hisses behind gritted teeth, and Archie frowns, all confused and worried at the same time.  

Rising, she looks down to the ground to find out on the dim of the street lamp that :

First of all, that stupid can of cheap beer she hit a couple of meters back is what made her trip (talk about karma), and

Most importantly, her precious patent Manolos with pearls incrusted are covered in dirt. It hurts her more than the physical pain that is quickly disappearing. 

"You sure you're okay?" He asks anxiously, having spotted her grimace and mistaking it for an expression of pain. 

"Slow down!" he offers his free hand for leverage, but she bats it away.  

"That's exactly what I have been asking a hundred times!" she replies scathingly. 

 Chin up, Veronica dusts invisible dirt from her skirt and squares her shoulders to give herself a semblance of composure.

"Now, my new babies are ruined..." she grumbles, and Archie's eyebrows shoot up in surprise as he darts back and forth from her face to her "babies".  He sighs in relief. 

"Oh thank god, you didn't spread your ankle with those shoes from h-"  

Hell. He swallows whatever he had to say when he meets the stern look she gives him. 

She is oh so angry.   

"Don't you dare blame your complete lack of consideration on my harmless heels!"

Hearing her defend her shoes as if they were offended persons would make him sneer at any other time, but right now is definitely not the right moment. 

"I don't understand why you're in a rush. It's still early, and  Josie said the band is playing all night. No need to drag me behind you in these dark streets without considering that I might not be able to walk at your speed!"  She explains in one go, chest rising up and down. 

He didn't realize she was out of breath.  Oh. 

"I am so sorry, Ronnie baby. I didn't want us to be late and thought that if we cut from here and run a little bit we'll make it to the first set. I am stupid." By the look on his face, she knows he actually means it, and it's not some cheap way to work himself out of it. 

The tension in her jaw loosens up as he tries again, whispering slowly:

"Sorry?"

He gives her puppy eyes and his infamous boyish grin that instantly melts any residual wrath. 

"I am small, I can't take as big strides as you!" she pouts at him and he chuckles lightly, wrapping her in a hug. 

She is really small. Even with her high heels, her face is buried against his chest and he can smell the sweet floral perfume of her hair. 

He pulls her back to drop a quick "sorry"-kiss on her lips, but she keeps him there with her soft fingers on his neck. 

He slides a hand on her soft cheek to tuck a silky raven curl behind her ear, and she bites on his bottom lip to grant an entrance he happily gives. 

The moan she lets out a couple of minutes later when he's gripping on her butt to pull her closer to him propels him to go further, and he starts massaging the bare skin of her tight going higher and higher. 

When he finally reaches the hem of her skirt, Veronica suddenly pulls away:

"Okay, that was a hell of an apology but I thought you didn't want us to be late."  

Archie humes, eyes still shut, and it makes her chuckle lightly. 

"Besides we said no more PDA. " she reminds him playfully, still trying to free herself from his strong embrace. 

"Especially not in haunted places..." she mutters and he finally opens his eyes to take in his surroundings. They are in a dim alley that he knows will take them to the back door of the fancy bar where Josie and the Pussycats are supposed to play tonight. Cans of beer are abandoned on the uneven pavement, colorful tags are adorning the walls and a weird smell is coming out of the trash bin behind them. 

It's sure is a shitty place to kiss his girlfriend, but as addicted as he is to her, he needs to get another taste of her saccharine sweet lips to get him moving. 

"Just one more..." he breathes out slowly, but Veronica turns her face at the last moment and he ends up kissing her cheek.  It makes her chuckle and he grunts in disapproval against the shell of her ear. 

"I am also okay with that" 

She smells so good, it's impossible not to linger in her embrace, but the noise of a loud crash startles them both. 

"What was that?"  asks Veronica, wary eyes searching for the origin of the noise. 

" I have no idea..." he replies sincerely, and she smirks at him: 

"Seriously, are we lost or do you know where we are?"

[vvolves]

“I want to know what makes you happy.”

      “By the gods, what are you trying to be, romantic?” Despite her saying how incredibly preceptive she was, Chain stood with a slack jaw and wide eyes as if she couldn’t tell what the twiddling dirt incrusted fingers and shy smile meant. What truthfully caught her off was his outright forwardness of the question. Something so close. So intimate. The thing that kept her mind from slipping into the deep dark. And he wanted to know it just as easy as asking how the weather was. 

       “You are! You dog! You devil! You are trying to be romantic! What gives you the right to ask in something so personal, huh?” She jabbed a sharp finger at his chest, all the while her face flushed a deep deep red. “You wanna know what would make me happy? If you went and soaked your greasy head in the lake and drown yourself in it!” She finished her scolding with a thump on his chest, and a huff as she stormed off - her eyes watering with embarrassment. “You men are all the same!”

[forauldlangsynee]

Ohhhh! Now should be the time that I talk about that D&D from like a couple days ago? Who knows it's lost in the abyss because I post so much headassery 😂😂 anyways!

Arcade was probably the easiest to come up with, but he definitely plays a druid, hes definitely more nature driven, and constantly makes remedies for the party! He also has a undying love for animals, in fact he befriends a lot of them to the point it's almost expected for him to find at least everyday. His character is also influenced a lot by himself, like a self insert, even down to the name 'Arcade' I also imagine him covered in dirt CONSTANTLY this man spends a lot of time in the dirt with nature, in fact he doesn't wear shoes. That being said he would be clad in rather tethered clothes, a hand knit poncho that he never takes off (he made it himself he's proud) him also sewing any holes in his pants because he doesn't make new clothes often, he wears them down until he simply can't ! He loves flowers, so he makes a lot of flower crowns and wears them on his head, it makes him feel 'in tune' with nature. He carries sticks around a lot too! I haven't thought about his choice of weapon tho, maybe a hand crafted dragger? OOOO incrusted with flowers in the handle ajdhsidj maybe so! That might end up being it !

Now onto!

Boone! Boone is a grumpy ghome HANDS DOWN he just radiates angry ghome. Boone definitely self inserts his name, even giving the character a dead wife, he's overly angry, and straight to the point, when he demolishes something, he means it and that's that on that. He does have a soft side no one really sees though ! He's generally the bluffest in the party, he acts fearless, and he does have a strong will to protect the party. He weilds a heavy ax, often he throws it to snipe a gremlin right in the eye (arcade gives him the 'I can't believe you killed that cute little dude' look) he's pretty strong for a little dude, very intimidating!

Veronica! Now: she definitely chooses to give her character a more creative name! That I can't think of atm so if anyone has ideas hit me up ! She definitely seems to be a ghome too, but a half ghome half elf, she can be feral when she wants to but she's generally the sweetest. She has a knack for making things (tho most the time it's useless) however Arcade taught her how to make flower crowns and she is in love with them! She definitely uses a anicent power fist, I couldn't resist that being her weapon cuz of the game !

Cass: she's the DM for SURE ! She definitely stirs up a very serious plot she wants everyone to take part in. I don't necessarily have a lot on her as a character in it but I'll work on it !

Lily and Raul don't play, but Lily makes d&d themed snacks for their adventure! And Raul likes the entertainment especially out of Arcade, who gets WAYY to into it.

Whoo! Anyways this turned into a LONGGGGG post but this is an idea I had brewing for a while ! Hopefully ill get art of some of this SOON!

[whirling-fangs]

“It’s going to hurt for a moment, but I need to clean your boo-boo.” //from his mama<3

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 & 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 // accepting!!

Little sniffles escaped the boy's nose. He was trying his damnedest to be brave, to keep the tears from rolling down his rosy cheeks, but his efforts weren't quite enough.

The smallest bruise always seemed like the end of the world to a small child – though this one had a rather high tolerance to pain. To his credit, his boo-boo looked fairly nasty, this time. He was probably to blame for running around without any care.

His palms had taken the worst of the fall. The skin was all scorched and raw, dirt and pebbles incrusted within the bruise. Kotoha would need to clean the wounds up before she could bandage them.

"I-it doesn't hurt... it's just a little scratch." Inosuke insisted, his palms trembling in Kotoha's grip. He was bracing himself for the worst.

[giggley-pufff]

Remove dust from the keyboard

Remove dust from the keyboard If you have time, let the keyboard air for two or three days. Isopropyl alcohol dries very quickly, so it is a better alternative than water. You can get it in most drug stores and general stores. To clean the keyboard completely, blow against it from different angles. Another simple method is to pull an adhesive strip or the sticky part of a post-it note between the buttons. Crumbs and hair will stick to it in no time if you change the stripes often enough. It is not so easy to remove. At least not if the buttons are not removed. To do this, press several keys on the front of the keyboard in parallel with the flat of your hand and tap the back of the input device carefully with your hand so that any dirt particles can be loosened more easily. It is best to do this only over the bath tub or in the shower, so that you don't waste the dirt from the keyboard in the whole room. Simple dirt or incrustations on the keyboard and mouse can usually be removed with a damp cloth without leaving any residue, says Rainer Schuldt of the “Computer Bild” magazine.

Where can I find the Task Manager?

The program can be started as follows: Right-click on the taskbar → Task Manager. Key combination Ctrl + Shift + Esc. With standard settings of Windows XP via the key combination Ctrl + Alt + Del ("bracket grip"). Start menu → Run

I tried it myself, it's doing quite well.

Dust in the fan is tackled with a brush.

We give you no guarantee that the buttons will work again afterwards.

Keyboard suction cups with different attachments not only offer entertaining distraction at work, but also help to remove dust from the keyboard.

With regular cleaning, the number of bacteria can be significantly reduced, buttons hook less and typing is more fun.

The fact that they are also ideal for cleaning the keyboard is not necessarily an obvious idea. But it works great! Slowly drag them through the rows of buttons. You are currently presented with a "plain text version" of the website to ensure that you have access to all content. Make sure that the cloth does not drip, as otherwise some moisture can get into the electronic components. Use a supermarket electronics cleaning brush to remove stubborn stains. If you are unsure of how to remove the buttons, see the user guide or contact the manufacturer. Read the recommendations for removing the buttons and cleaning them. It removes the dust crumbs quickly and easily. Make sure the computer parts are in a safe place so that they don't fall to the floor or get lost.

[davidbuddbg]

Bodyguard TV Show Fanfiction: What if it’s all worth it?

Let me know you what you think of it, it’s been a while since I’ve last written. 

Prologue

London itself was a contradiction. It was one of the busiest cities worldwide, and yet, if you knew just where to go, you could end up feeling like you were the only person in the world. For some, like me, it was refreshing and truly cathartic. For others, like you, it was threatening and truly scary.

I wouldn’t call it rain, but there was a fizzle. My hair was wet and my feet were constantly slipping out of my heels as I walked through pavement. I gazed up, looking at the tall buildings from afar, and decided to take the long way in order to benefit from the calmness some more time.

I made my way through a park and took off my heels to walk barefoot on the mud. I’d certainly regret it in the morning when the dirt would be incrusted underneath my toenails, but right now, I felt free. And freedom was indisputably the best feeling in the world.

Not that I didn’t appreciate going to my friend’s band smallish concert on the outskirts, but in the end, there were just too many people and too much noise, too little freedom. The park slowly came to an end and I hesitated putting my shoes back on and getting them dirty, or walking barefoot through a large city pavement.

However, those silly preoccupations soon came to a stop when I saw a figure standing still on the bridge’s guard rail. I slowly approached the figure and saw the man was shaking, crying.

“Mate, what the fuck!” I yelled, but not too loud as to scare him, just enough to let my presence be known.

He turned his head to look at me. Beautiful face he had, and not even the tears and the swollen eyes could change that. “Go away!” He yelled back, but it sounded more like he was pleading, too weak to give an order.

I shook my head, and walked up closer. I climbed up to guard rail and sat down a couple meters away from him, staring at the deserted road. “I’m sorry mate, but that’s not possible. I believe I have a duty to rescue toward other people.”

“What?” He yelled confusedly trough the wind as it was now raining harder. I was scared he would slip and fall, because I certainly didn’t have the necessary reflexes to stop that from happening. His knees buckled and I thought that was it, but he regained his balance and I was able to breathe again.

“My name’s Alma Guinness.” I said calmly, stretching out my hand knowing that he wouldn’t take. “What’s yours?”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he kept staring into the city and I dared a small peak downwards. We were high, but not high enough to guarantee a certain death. He’d probably end up seriously injured for life, though.

“Budd,” he mumbled. “David Budd,” he eventually replied in the thickest Scottish accent I’d ever heard. Good thing I didn’t go to college there because I wouldn’t have understood anyone, I now realized.

“Nice to meet you, David,” I spoke lightly but inside I was shaking. “Now tell me, why are you doing this?”

“Obvious enough, ain’t it?” His voice seemed impatient, but somehow it felt like he wanted to be reasoned, to be saved.

“Alright, so your life’s a mess and you want to end it?”

He nodded, crying harder but he didn’t budge, if anything he moved closer to the edge and I instructively closed my eyes but I heard no boom. Tentatively, I opened my eyes and saw him nodding, ever so slightly. “What happened, David?”

He started saying something, but he was crying too hard and it was pouring now. “You need to speak louder!”

“My wife left me!” He yelled, louder than I expected. “And I suck at being a father!” He started hardcore sobbing, his chest heaving.

“And you think jumping from a bridge will solve any of that?” I asked sarcastically, but the truth was I had no idea what the fuck I was doing. “Best case scenario, you die, your wife becomes a widow and your kids lose their father.” He looked at me again, full of agony and I was scared I wasn’t up to the task. “Worst case scenario, you become a vegetable.”

“Will any of those scenarios make you a better father or your wife stay with you?”  He was shaking again, this time harder. One of his feet slipped on the wet metal, I tried to grab his leg but I was too far. Out of nowhere, he managed to regain his balance but I couldn’t let this happen again. I started sliding closer to him, slowly enough that he wouldn’t notice.

“No.” He responded, his voice broken and raw, and yet still so Scottish.

“Then, this isn’t the solution, David.” I whispered now that I was sitting right next to his feet. “David, I know suicide is tempting, but it’s truly inappropriate in your situation.” He stood still, so very still even though the wind was hitting his body with unhuman strength.

I stretched out my hand again, the tips of my fingers brushing against his. His hand was frozen. “Take my hand when you’re ready.” I nudged reassuringly. Minutes passed and my arm was starting to cramp badly but I couldn’t let him down.

I was giving up after a while when all the sudden, I felt his hand tighten around mine, his fingers finding warmth behind my own.

On instinct, I pulled him backwards and the both of us fell on the pavement without a scratch. I got back up on my feet and pulled on his hand, bringing him to a standing position, before running into the city with him.

“Why are we running?” He asked next to me, his voice significantly lighter.

“Because it’s pouring!” I laughed.

I was out of breath within minutes but David kept on running, evidentially in a much better shape that I was. As we neared the city center, we came to a stop when I saw the time on a pharmacy’s logo:  It was two in the morning and I had an oral exam at eight. I was hesitating but then I saw David Budd, in the middle of the street looking completely lost and I knew I couldn’t just leave him like that.

“Let’s hail a cab.” I suggested.

The car stopped in front of my building, and David and I stepped out of the vehicle, him still holding my hand like a lost puppy. I brought him up to my messy flat, having neglected the house chores during the exam period but he didn’t say anything.

“Alright, I have cookies, Whisky and a half finished Red Bull.” I announced cheerfully as I walked out of the kitchen and joined him in the main room.

“Do you want to talk it out?” I asked, not sure if it would work but it was worth a try. However, there was nothing Whisky couldn’t help. In no time, it felt as if I knew enough about him to write his biography: Vicky was nurse, they met when they were both 23. He got injured during training, fracturing his foot and Vicky was one of the ER nurses on duty that day. One year later, they got married. One year after that, Ella Budd was born and soon came Charlie, and they were a truly happy family for a while.

And then it happened, Dave was sent to the Helmand Province in Afghanistan. And he never really came back.

“I knew things were off,” he explained, taking another sip of Whisky. As much as I was interested in his story, sometimes I couldn’t help but to just focus on his voice and nothing else. “Ever since I came back from war, Vicky never again said she loved me. Flinched every time she saw my body covered in scars. And the kids, it was as if they didn’t know me and I didn’t know them.”

The both of us finished our drinks, and David poured the rest of the bottle into our glasses. I didn’t know what to respond to that. I was no psychologist, hell, I even went to a psychiatrist weekly myself. And more than that, I knew that whatever people said, it never healed the wound, it just covered it with a new bandage.

“Indeed, that sucks.” I admitted after the room had been silent for a while. Dave, laughed hard and it was a very pleasant sound, even quite sexual.

And then his face changed, the whole mood did, and it felt like the TV was no longer running in the background. I was still sitting on the coffee table when he leaned forward, not leaving the couch, but getting close enough to kiss me. And then he did, once, tentatively before stopping, as if gauging my reaction.

I set my empty glass down next to me on the coffee table and kissed him back. Pushing him backwards against the couch before straddling him. His heart was beating fast, and so was mine. My hands were now on the nape of his neck, trying desperately to get ahold of his short hair as kissing was no longer enough. His hands were under my shirt, and they felt warm now, as they got dangerously close to my bra. Without a thought, I pulled away from him a few inches, to take it off and Dave’s attention immediately went to my now partially revealed breasts. But I wanted more, and if the pressure I felt between my legs was anything to go by, so did he.

Cheekily, I whispered against his ear: “David Budd, could I interest you in some sex with me?” I felt silly, but it did appear to work because suddenly I was in his arms as he walked us to my bed.

It turned out, the Scottish accent wasn’t the only good part about him, I thought to myself. Our chests were glued together with sweat, the both of us still breathing with difficulty after our intense activities.

After a while, I felt his body go limp against mine. He must have fallen asleep after the exhausting night and was now lightly snoring. I wanted to do the same, but daring a quick look at my alarm clock, I realized it was best if I started getting ready to go to my examination.

I softly moved away from him, trying not to wake him up and putting a pillow in the spot where my body had been laying moments before.

After I had finished showering and getting dressed, I realized that he was still fast asleep. Trying to be kind one last time, I set up the alarm next to my bed to ring at ten and decided to leave him a note.

“Next time you want to jump off a bridge, have sex with someone instead.”

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Large Jar with Cover, ca. 1539-1292 B.C.E., Brooklyn Museum: Egyptian, Classical, Ancient Near Eastern Art

Yellow, green, and black serpentine vessel and cover. 37.396Ea: Heavy drop-shaped jar with flaring neck and flaring flat-topped rm. The base is flat. 37.396Eb: Cover for this jar. The top and bottom surfaces are flat; the sides are curved. The jar was probably used to hold ointments. Condition: Many chips in rim and body; large hole in body near neck. The vessel is mended from three pieces which are cemented together. The inside of the jar is incrusted with dirt. Size: 37.396Ea: 9 5/8 x greatest diam. 6 3/4 in. (24.5 x 17.2 cm) 37.396Eb: 5/8 x greatest diam. 2 11/16 in. (1.6 x 6.9 cm) Medium: Serpentine

https://www.brooklynmuseum.org/opencollection/objects/117052