#the world is a beautiful place and i'm no longer afraid to die

[music-fan]

how much post-rock have you listened to? ever listened to This Will Destroy You, Hammock, Sigur Rós, sleepmakeswaves or maybeshewill?

Not sure, it's hard with all the genres. I've not listened to any of those you mentioned. Based on listening a bit I definitely feel familiar with the sound though.

Based on wikipedia's stuff on post rock, the post rock I have listened to includes: Slint (which ive listened to a lot), Radiohead (which i've listened to a lot a lot), If these trees could talk (which i've listened to a little),

Based on my personalized spotify mix (which is likely less strict on the definiton): Delta Sleep, Have A Nice Life, Slowdive, Duster, Unrecovery, The Smile (this is basically just radiohead in every way incl. members), The World Is A Beautiful Place and I'm no longer afraid to die, American football (I don't really like this band lol but ive heard them), Pool Kids, Covet (I've not listened that much but ive heard them), paranoid void (I've listened a little), Life on Venus, Nouns (I've listened to them a lot a lot)

[kappadoesdev]

Having friends is great. We went to a coffee shop together and ate a fancy bread and it was delicious. The coffee was good too. Life is wonderful

[goodnightmemes]

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON SEASON TWO SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ Duty is sacrifice. It eclipses all things, even blood. All men of honor must pay its price.

❛ War is coming, to the whole of the realm.❜

❛ I am indebted to you. ❜

❛ I'm afraid. ❜

❛ We should've just killed her when we had the chance. ❜

❛ When the king speaks, Your Grace, all hear it. ❜

❛ I find myself wondering...do we pursue the same end? ❜

❛ You must accept that the path to victory now is one of violence. ❜

❛ Did you think I would wither in your absence? ❜

❛ You only blame me because your true enemies are out of reach. ❜

❛ She holds love for our enemy. That makes her a fool. ❜

❛ I promise you, you will have all the vengeance that you seek, but you must keep a grip on your impulses. ❜

❛ Do anything but what I ask, and I'll bleed the whole lot of ya. ❜

❛ The gods punish us. They punish me. ❜

❛ This is not the time for blind accusations. We'll know who did this soon enough. ❜

❛ I will not be seen as weak. ❜

❛ Sometimes, we have to pretend. ❜

❛ I cannot trust you. I've never trusted you, wholly, much though I wished to, willed myself to. But now I have seen that your heart belongs only to you. ❜

❛ You think me some kind of monster. ❜

❛ You're pathetic. ❜

❛ We can afford no further mistakes. ❜

❛ You are mad. Mad! You cannot think that I did this! ❜

❛ You would send me to my death. ❜

❛ I would remind you only that when princes lose their temper, it is often others who suffer. ❜

❛ I see all your great adventures have done nothing for your looks. ❜

❛ For too long, I made it my aim to be of consequence. But now, I see that was the wish of a child. ❜

❛ I wish to spill blood, not ink! ❜

❛ Instead of judgment, you display impetuousness, and diminish us in the eyes of our enemy! ❜

❛ Fuck dignity! I want revenge. ❜

❛ They wish now not for the good of the realm, but for the petty satisfaction of vengeance. ❜

❛ Soon they will not even remember what it was that began the war in the first place. ❜

❛ There is no war so hateful to the gods as a war between kin. ❜

❛ I'm as fearsome as any of them. ❜

❛ You showed me grace when you could have withheld it. I'm not often surprised. ❜

❛ I cannot promise to make you happy. But I ask you: make this sacrifice willingly, for all of us. ❜

❛ If you've not yet surmised, you are welcome here. ❜

❛ Sin begets sin begets sin. ❜

❛ If dragons begin fighting dragons, we invite our own destruction. ❜

❛ Do not coddle me. Grant me at least that dignity. ❜

❛ Sadness is a condition of motherhood. ❜

❛ You have as much claim to grief as anyone. ❜

❛ Tales take on a life of their own, like weeds. Unless they are tended. ❜

❛ Always coming and going, aren't you? And I have to clean up afterwards. ❜

❛ You will die in this place. ❜

❛ I have been, at times, unkind, but never untrue. ❜

❛ You must go before you are discovered. ❜

❛ Your mother must've been very beautiful. ❜

❛ You should've burned them when you had the chance. ❜

❛ Is there no honor left in this world? ❜

❛ This is a better death than a traitor deserves. You should thank me for it. ❜

❛ I will not be made to look a fool in front of my allies and enemies. ❜

❛ I believe it is a sin to deny your appetites. They are what make us fully alive as mortal men. ❜

❛ If I may be so bold, you have not seemed yourself of late. ❜

❛ I've barely had the hours to grieve one tragedy before suffering the next. ❜

❛ I've come to know the face of tortured rest well enough. ❜

❛ Do you think simply wearing the crown imbues you with wisdom? ❜

❛ You have no idea the sacrifices that were made to put you on that throne. ❜

❛ What would you have me do? ❜

❛ Do simply what is needed of you: nothing. ❜

❛ Where have you been, these last days? You vanished without so much as a word.❜

❛ There are those who have mistaken my caution for weakness. Let that be their undoing. ❜

❛ If you die, all is lost. ❜

❛ The horrors I have just loosed cannot be for a crown alone. ❜

❛ Do you take issue with me? ❜

❛ I can sit still no longer. I must act. ❜

❛ I did not think they would be so eager to die. ❜

❛ I need them alive. I came here to raise swords, not corpses. ❜

❛ Will you goad me? When your bread and shelter now depend on my pleasure? ❜

❛ I mislike feeling powerless. ❜

❛ I do not know my part. The path I walk has never been trod. ❜

❛ What you cannot do, let others do for you. ❜

❛ There is more than one way to fight a war. ❜

❛ I do not wish to stand alone. ❜

❛ Has your loyalty faded? Or does it flourish only at night and flee the sunrise like a moth? ❜

❛ What we must do now is... terrible. ❜

❛ This is not war. These are crimes against the innocent, that any upright man would repudiate. ❜

❛ And once again, in the name of power, it's the weak and the women who must endure. ❜

❛ Was it worth the price? ❜

❛ I caution you, boldness is one thing, but overconfidence… ❜

❛ You have the impetuousness of youth, and its arrogance, neither of which is to be desired in a king. ❜

❛ Have the indignities of your childhood not yet sufficiently been avenged? ❜

❛ To claim a dragon, you must also be prepared to die. ❜

❛ You can't possibly still be angry about this. ❜

❛ You weren't going to bid me farewell? ❜

❛ It is your way, is it not? When something does not please you, you run. ❜

❛ There are older things in this world than you or I, or living memory. ❜

❛ You are not the player, but a piece on the board. As am I, for that matter. ❜

❛ It is my fault, I think, that you have forgotten to fear me. ❜

❛ It was worth the risk, no matter the outcome. ❜

❛ The enemy without may be fought with swords. The enemy within is more insidious. ❜

❛ Do you take me for a fool? ❜

❛ Oh, you make an art of provoking me. ❜

❛ Stop wasting your life waiting for something that'll never come. ❜

❛ I'm sure you did your best. ❜

❛ They will underestimate you, and this will be your advantage. ❜

❛ If the gods call me to greater things, who am I to refuse them? ❜

❛ Nothing is clean here. ❜

❛ The order of things has changed. Why not embrace it? ❜

❛ It does seem to me that you've made rather a mess here. ❜

❛ I don't need their love. I need their swords. ❜

❛ Mind your tongue. ❜

❛ I mislike all of this. ❜

❛ It seems you need us more than we need you. ❜

❛ So, what was the fucking point in all this then? ❜

❛ It's best to live, I think. However you do it. ❜

❛ You are not alone. ❜

❛ Will you prepare to face such an enemy? Or will you stay here and make yourself easy? ❜

❛ If you hinder our efforts through sloth or unreadiness, I will see you hanged, and your body fed to the dogs in the street. ❜

❛ You've arrived just in time to see my new army. What do you think of it? ❜

❛ This place will have you barking at the moon. ❜

❛ We must all make our sacrifices. ❜

❛ 'Tis no longer our rule that is threatened, our very lives. ❜

❛ Perhaps all men are corrupt and true honor is a mist that melts in the morning. ❜

❛ The dragons dance, and men are like dust under their feet. ❜

❛ We march now toward our annihilation. ❜

❛ There will be time enough to see which one of us is a coward. ❜

❛ There are omens here for those who seek them. ❜

❛ It's all a story and you are but one part in it. You know your part. ❜

❛ I am meant to serve you, and all of these with me, until death or the end of our story. ❜

❛ Be strong. You know you are just. ❜

❛ History will paint you a villain. ❜

❛ I am at last myself, with no ambition greater than to walk where I please and to breathe the open air. To die unremarked and unnoticed and be free. ❜

❛ You speak as if from a distant dream. ❜

❛ Come with me. ❜

❛ My part is here, whether I will or no. It was decided for me long ago. ❜

[angstywaifu]

Black Dahlia - 1. No Daughter of Mine.

Synopsis: TBA Garrick Tavis x OC (Dahlia ?????) A/N: I couldn't wait any longer to start sharing this series with you guys. I am so excited for you to meet Dahlia and go on this roller coaster of a journey with me. This is your warning that this series will have a decent amount of angst and hurt, and will be a slow burn. Garrick going to have his work cut out for him And I'm curious... who do you think her sibling is after this?

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Of course I would dream of that day. Of course my brain would bring up this memory now. Making me relive the worst day of my life. Doomed to haunt me till the day I would shrivel up and die.

There I am. So young and naïve. Not a care in the world as I run through the trees with my friends. No clue of what’s to come in a mater of minutes.

My feet push me further and further into the forest. Everything a blur of green and brown. My heart hammering loudly in my chest as I push myself to keep going. To win.

I can hear the sounds of their foot steps behind me. But not gaining. No. I was the fastest. The more agile. It gave me an upper hand while manoeuvring through the trees. I was going to win.

Ahead the trees start to thin, more light seeping into the dense forest. A beacon guiding us to the finish line. But for me…. It was guiding me to victory.

The boys had been stupid to suggest a race through the forest. But they were determined to beat me. At everything else we did they had the upper hand. They were bigger and stronger. Able to weld those training swords better than I. But when it came to this. No one could catch me.

I cry out in victory as I leap over a fallen log and into the clearing. Jumping up and down as I celebrate. I turn to watch the boys jump over the tree before placing their hands on their legs as they try to catch their breath.

I go to tease them about my victory, just like they would in the training grounds. But my words fall short as the ground trembles beneath me. A feeling I knew all too well. The boys eyes go wide at the sight behind me. I turn ever so slowly to see a hoard of dragons behind me. We had run so far through the first we had ended up in the clearing where the riders dragons were kept. And in the middle of them was a dragon I knew all too well. My father’s.

Unlike the boys behind me I wasn’t scared of the dragons. But coming from infantry, the boys behind me had never really been taught about dragons. They were scared.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of.” I tell them as I take in the dragons in front of us.

The dragons looked beautiful in the sunlight. Their scales glistening when the sunlight hit just the right spot. I couldn’t help but be drawn to a blue one down the back. Blue dragons had always been my favourite. But they were the most ruthless of the colour. My father teaching me to never approach one.

“If there’s nothing to be afraid of why don’t you approach them.” One of the boys behind me mocks.

“I’m not afraid. Only a fool would approach a dragon” I call back.

“Liar. You’re scared.” Another mocks, the others snickering at his comment.

I whip back towards them. “I’m not scared.” I say sternly, my hands forming into fists at my side.

“Approach them then. Your father’s a dragon rider. You should know what to do.” One of the older boys states as he walks towards me. “You want to be one of them one day. Go on then. Get some practice.”

He shoves me in the shoulder sending me stumbling backwards towards the dragons. I couldn’t deny I was a little scared. I’d only been near a dragon a handful of times. But never on my own. Always with my father watching over my brother and I.

I turn and face the dragons behind me. My father’s dragon now front and centre.

I could do this. I knew this dragon. He belonged to my father. He wouldn’t hurt me. Right?

Each step forward has ever fibre of my body telling me to run. Don’t give into peer pressure. Turn back and let them think what they want. Prove to them you aren’t afraid another one. But I don’t. I keep putting one foot in front of the other.

My father’s dragon exposes his teeth, a low growl rumbling from its throat as he watches me approach. A warning. Even he knew this was foolish.

My heart beat thunders loudly in my ears. Drowning out the world around me. Run. I need to turn around and run.

Out of the corner of my eye I see it. My head snapping to the side as the rock soars over my head. I watch it, following it as it arcs through the air, and meeting its target. Right in the middle of the dragons left eye. I watch as its tongue curls, an orange glow igniting at the back of its throat. Its mouth still angled down towards me.

I turn to run even though I know it’s futile, know that I won’t make it. But I have to try. As I turn I feel the heat behind me. Know what’s about to happen. I shut my eyes, bracing for my end. But it’s an end that never comes as I’m pushed by something. No not something. Someone.

I soar across the clearing, landing with a thud on the ground near the boys as a scream rips through the clearing. By the time I look up no one is there. Just a pile of ash on the ground. A pile of ash my father rushed towards. My twin brother not far behind. My father’s screams and pleads echoing around the clearing along with my brothers cries. I scramble up to my feet, limping over to my father and brother.

“F-father?” I stutter out, my voice shaking.

Never in my life had I seen my father that mad as his head whips towards me. Tears brimming his eyes as he sneers at me.

“T-this is your fault!” He bellows as his eyes narrow at me.

I stop in my tracks shocked at my father’s outburst. My brother also recoiling from him slightly. His eyes also brimming with tears.

“How could you be so foolish? You know better than this! She’s dead because of you!”

I look down at the pile of ash he gestures to. And that’s when it hits. Know why my father and brother look so distraught and upset. The pile of ash was my mother.

I go to rush forward, but my father’s hand whips out and shoves me backwards to the ground. The force vibrating through my body as I hit the ground.

I’d killed my mother. I shouldn't have listened. Should have stood my ground. I should have run. If I had run she would be alive.

I look up and meet my father’s eyes. His gaze pinning me to the ground. I open my mouth to apologise, but he cuts me off with words that would stick with me for the rest of my life.

“You’re no daughter of mine.”

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[autumnslance]

A Tale of Two Sisters

From early in ARR, the WoL has run into members of the intrepid Ironheart family, beginning with Millith in Gridania and appearing early in each expansion since. The family follows in their famous ancestor's footsteps and explores the world, kindly marking items of interest in the WoL's own sightseeing log.

And it's no different in Tural, as we first meet Elsebee Ironheart, who gives us sightseeing records for Yok Tural. It seems we have to seek out her twin sister, Emeline Ironheart, for sights of Xak Tural with which to fill our log book.

But even the familiar sightseeing log entries get their own twist in Dawntrail...

Elsebee Ironheart: A fellow Eorzean, am I right? Do you fancy yourself much of a sightseer? Elsebee Ironheart :Dear old Millith gave you her journal? My, what a small world. It just so happens that I'm her cousin! Elsebee Ironheart at your service. Elsebee Ironheart: Well, if you've met Cousin Millith, I'm sure you can guess why I “crossed the salt,” as they say. This continent is positively brimming with sights unseen by Eorzean eyes, and I'm here to discover them all! Elsebee Ironheart: My twin sister and I, that is. You see, I had more interest in Yok, while she was drawn to the vistas of Xak. So it was that we parted ways at the bridge, each of us touring half of Tural. Elsebee Ironheart: …So give me your sightseeing log, then! Elsebee Ironheart: Let's see, let's see… Oh, how beautiful! I should like to see these places myself someday. Ahem, er, sorry, I was going to just scribble down… Elsebee Ironheart: …my notes on Yok Tural! I included what my sister shared with me of Xak Tural, but I'm afraid it isn't much. Elsebee Ironheart: My twin's name is Emeline and she's still wandering about over there. Given your natural affinity for Ironhearts, you'll doubtless run into her someday. Elsebee Ironheart: Well, I'm sure you've got places to be and vistas to behold. May your journey throughout Tural be bright and unforgettable!

When first doing this on Dark Autumn, I really didn't think much of it; business as usual, right? Noted the comments about the sister, and as the log only went to zone 4, well, guess we'd deal with that when we found her twin.

And honestly, with so much else happening in the MSQ and all the sidequests, the Ironheart sisters fell out of mind...until I reached Solution 9 and saw, upon arrival, a single blue-marked sidequest available immediately...

Emeline Ironheart: That tome…that wouldn't happen to be a sightseeing log, would it? Emeline Ironheart: Millith! Now that's a name I haven't heard in a good long time. And dearest Elsebee… Emeline Ironheart: She's my twin sister, you see, and I haven't seen her for thirty long years. Not since I was trapped during my exploration of Yyasulani. Emeline Ironheart: It brings me great joy to know she is well. Pardon me for asking, but…might I see the notes she added to your log? Emeline Ironheart: She always did make such bold strokes of her lettering… Here. Emeline Ironheart: I've added my own notes. Some of the information may seem improbable at best, but I believe there is truth in every entry. Emeline Ironheart: Were I younger, I would set out in search of these fantastic sights myself, but alas, my body can no longer endure such travels. Emeline Ironheart: Though thanks to you, I feel lighter than I have in an age. If there is one thing I should wish, it is to see my sister again before I die. There is so much I would share with her… Emeline Ironheart: But you have better things to attend to than an old woman's musings. Take care, kind adventurer. And may your journey lead you to vistas both bright and unforgettable. Emeline Ironheart: Whenever I lay eyes on a traveler like yourself, I think back to the days I roamed the land as a young lass. Such fond memories…

When I first reached this quest, it took me out at the knees. They're not the only set of twins we meet in this expac, but they are the only ones separated by the time shift of the dome.

Returning to Tuliyollal, you can speak to Elsebee again:

Elsebee Ironheart: What? My poor sister's trapped inside that strange dome!? Elsebee Ironheart: Thank you─this is precisely the lead I've been searching for. Now I just need to find a way inside!

It's not clear whether WoL lets her know that her beloved twin is now as old, or maybe even older, than their parents may be...

I do somewhat hope we get more about this, as post-MSQ Elsebee has no new lines, and Emeline only says:

Emeline Ironheart: I gather that the world outside is now accessible─though leaving Everkeep may be a feat too far for these weary old bones. I just pray that my twin sister is hale and healthy…

Usually the Ironhearts don't get their own stories; they're there to facilitate the sightseeing log and that's it. But in this case, Dawntrail's story creates a heartbreaking scenario for this famous family, separating two of its closest members not with distance, but time.

[drifthail]

a basic breakdown of emo, punk, and goth— a character resource for writers and artists by someone who is emo :] (under the cut!!)

the most important thing: emo, punk, and goth are all music-based subcultures. you cannot be a part of the subculture without listening to the music.

this is a basic guide and won't be going into subgenres (like screamo, hardcore, etc etc). this is what this guide covers:

the five waves of emo (with a focus on midwestern emo and 2000s emo) and emo fashion

punk rock and punk fashion

gothic rock and traditional goth fashion

i've listened to the majority of bands and songs i mention here!

i'm going based off what i know, so if any info is incorrect, please lmk!! :]

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emo

emotional hardcore (emocore or just emo) formed in the mid 1980s from post-hardcore and hardcore punk

there are five waves of emo music (w/ bands):

1st wave (1980s) - rites of spring 2nd wave (1990s) - the get up kids, cap’n jazz, american football 3rd wave (2000s) - my chemical romance, paramore, fall out boy 4th wave (2010s) - the world is a beautiful place & i am no longer afraid to die, the front bottoms, you blew it! 5th wave (2020s) - home is where

specific songs to listen to:

1st wave: for want of by rites of spring

2nd wave: oh messy life by cap'n jazz

3rd wave: thank you for the venom by my chemical romance

4th wave: match & tinder by you blew it!

5th wave: yes! yes! a thousand times yes! by home is where

midwestern emo fashion vs. 2000s emo fashion

midwestern emo: its hard to find any pictures, so i’m going based off of pictures i was able to find, as well as an explanation by madeline pendleton (an alternative content creator who was a part of the subculture during the 90s).

looking at pictures, denim jeans, striped sweaters, and plaid jackets were popular. very classic loser/nerd vibe.

according to madeline pendleton: black dyed spock rock cuts or karen cuts were popular. clothes: low rise flare jeans, small banti shirts, plaid cowboy snap ups, track jackets, and white collared shirts with ties. accessories and shoes: flower clips, white belts buckled to the side, cowboy hats, low top converse, and saucony jazzes. eyeliner was also common. her video with pictures!

2000s emo: 2000s emo often features choppy, jet black or colourful dyed hair, band tees, studded belts, stripes (especially black and white stripes on arm warmers), spikes, checkers, kandi bracelets, black jeans, and shoes like converse, vans, and doc martens. the fashion is similar to scene. however, scene and 2000s emo aren't the same thing, because scene has different music (and emo has a darker aesthetic overall).

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punk

punk rock (or just punk) formed in the mid 1970s from garage rock

a counterculture; rebels against the mainstream. punks are non-conformists

very politically-driven subculture— generally left leaning, acab, anti-establishment, anti-capitalism, and value individual freedom

punk has a diy ethic (a lot of punk fashion is made of readily available materials that the wearer customizes with things like patches, studs, spikes, paint, etc etc)

several subgenres (anarcho-punk, horror punk, hardcore punk, queercore, riot grrrl, etc etc)

punk bands: sex pistols, dead kennedys, the clash, the misfits, x-ray spex, green day

specific songs to listen to:

god save the queen by the sex pistols

london calling by the clash

art-i-ficial by x-ray spex

punk fashion

punk fashion often features safety pins, patches, spikes, studs, and chains as accessories. leather and denim are common materials for jackets. common hairstyles include mohawks and liberty spikes. many punk outfits are made out of readily available clothes that are accessorized or altered by the wearer. (hence punk's diy ethic)

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goth

gothic rock (or just goth) formed in the late 1970s from post-punk

several fashion types (trad goth, victorian goth, mall goth, cyber goth, etc etc)

goth bands: the cure, sisters of mercy, switchblade symphony, bauhaus, depeche mode, skeletal family

specific songs to listen to:

clown by switchblade symphony

disintegration by the cure

dominion by sisters of mercy

traditional goth fashion

traditional goth fashion mostly uses black and white in its look. the makeup generally consists of white foundation with thin eyebrows, black lipstick, and heavy black eyeliner. hair is teased and worn up. fishnets, lace, flowy dresses, leather jackets, chains, spikes, studs, crosses, and corsets are common clothing and accessories.

[ionely-galaxy]

Last Moment

Starring: Zhongli x Dying!Readers

CW: Angst --? , warnings of death, blood, and horrible situations.

Summary: After a simple couple's arguments, you ran from your shared house, without knowing there's a hilichurl targeting you with a bow/crossbow (idk), two of that arrows are aimed right at your stomach. At least, your beloved, Zhongli, found you there (a little too late).

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A/N: This is my first fanfic (part two here!), I know it is worse. And, English wasn't my first language, so my grammar is messy. I cannot add too much character, because of my business and laziness. I'm still new in Genshin and the fanfiction world, please forgive me for some mistakes or misunderstandings I made.

With all your energy and effort, you reach the nearest tree, hoping to rest your back after that accidentally rough battle.

You lay your back at a tree, with a stomach full of blood, and the dark-cold weather shrouded around. Enemies were already defeated, but that arrow stabbed at the right time in the right place.

Didn’t want to think at this time, at your very last time. What you thought just, I would die without any rescue, or while being rescued.

While the vision blurred, there showed a silhouette of a gallant man—with an elegant brown suit, approaching you. “Y/N …?” his deep-husky voice sounds worried at the figure in front of him.

The man quickly ran to that figure and knelt beside you. Eyes shocked at your bloody tummy, quickly he places his BIG hand in there to avoid losing more blood.

A smile forms on your little mouth before speaking irregularly. “I, I don’t think I will live longer. But I j-just wanna say ….” That man cut your sentence.

“Sorry for saying this, don’t speak a lot when you can’t, that waste your energy. Y-you could survive if you had enough energy to get back to the city,” a panicked tone started heard at that man, while he still tries to be calm.

Tries to keep your smile showed, your looks don’t care about his warning. "I, I'm sorry for not listening to you, Zhongli. T-this would never happen if I just—"

"Now don't blame yourself, it’s still my fault, for not protecting you, which is our contract," Zhongli looked down, sigh. He continues. “So that means, I am the one who breaks our contract. I’m … so sorry.”

The silence after brings a self heart attack for Zhongli, but negative thoughts should the one who is afraid of him …. Well, I think no. “Darling?” a sound of panic and tremble from him makes the situation more intense.

You are closing your eyes, and that makes his worry level reach the max. He immediately checked your pulse; in the hope, you were still in this world.

“Don’t worry, Zhongli. I’m still here,” you chuckle in his action of worry for you. They two laugh a bit in the emptiness, and the silence comes back shortly after that. You’re just looking down at your legs, while Zhongli still places his hand on your tummy.

“I’m not thinking to live longer here. I just w-want to say, I-I love you, not anyone else j-just you. It’s ok to c-cry now, Love,” you said guilty of not listening to your beloved earlier.

Zhongli hooks his head and looks into your eyes. His free hand caresses your cheek before saying very softly, “Dear, even though you’re not living here any longer, you’ll continue to shine like gold in my memories. And absolutely, I love you too, with all of my heart, I love you. Sadly, I can’t really cry now, I’ve torn out my eyes after that argument,” he took a breath. “Stay safe in there, Darling, I love you.”

You chuckle at the way he’s saying ‘I love you’ for like … there times? Haha, for you it is romantic and cute at the same time. You look deep into his eyes, the amber color that makes you fall for him. Maybe it’s the last time you’ll see those beautiful eyes, you thought.

This is your last chance to hear his story, but those stories are too heavy for your mind right now. Instead of asking him some ‘history’, you take the initiative, to say this. “What would you do a-after this?”

“Probably, being the consultant of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, as usual. But I will always be learning about mortal activities and behaviors,” he said gently.

“You’ll always visit my grave, don’t you?”

Zhongli places a weak smile after your word, then nodded slowly. “As you wish, Y/N.”

You took his hand from your cheek, slowly came closer, and hugged him, you just wanted to feel that warmth one last time. “Then I can go peacefully. Say I’ll miss you to Hu Tao. Love you, Zhongli.”

You breathed your last. Your eyes are still slightly open, but there's no light in them, no life in those beautiful eyes. You died, in the arms of your beloved.

Zhongli holds your limp-cold body, safe and still. As he said before, he can’t cry right now, that makes his heart hurt so much more. “Stay safe, My Beloved. Maybe I’ll never find someone like you anymore, but you will continue to shine like gold in my memories.”

Finally, a tear forms at his eyes, down to his cheek, reach his chin, then fall to your shoulder.

He has lived for thousand years. Of course, he lost a lot of friends. But he never thinks of losing you, however, this day comes, and there is no way he's not crying.

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[thesoftboiledegg]

Tagged by @fandomwe1rd0!

Last Song- "Heartbeat In The Brain" by The World Is a Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid to Die (yes, the band's name is a mouthful)

Favorite Colors- Yellow and green 🍃

Currently Watching- Nothing, but I need to watch the rest of Disenchantment.

Spicy/Savory/Sweet- Savory. I've never liked sugar that much, even as a child.

Relationship Status- Single 👩

Current Obsession- Rick and Morty, although I'm not super into it right now because we're between seasons.

[safic4-m]

🤍Am I in hell?

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Fem Lector

Author's note: Larissa deserved better honestly.

Word count: 1058

~Master list~

One-shot

Wattpad

You were in a race against time which you knew you were not going to win no matter how hard you tried you would not make it in time and that was what hurt you the most. The countdown on your wrist was getting closer and closer to the end and you were still far away from the academy, you had called the authorities warning them that something very serious had happened at Nevermore.

You didn't know the academy, so the only thing that guided you was your instinct and your heart, so when you arrived at the greenhouse it was impossible not to gasp when you saw her for the first time. She was a very beautiful and elegant woman, you could see at a glance that she was someone quite imposing but weak at the moment.

You ached for her loneliness, there was no one there to accompany her in these last moments of life, which you would make sure they weren't, because that's what you were there for. But it was useless, you had arrived too late, if only you had seen the mark before, she would not be dead in your arms.

You hadn't traveled all the way from the other side of the world just to have her die in your arms, by this point you didn't care what the consequences of your actions would be, you simply wanted to bring her back.

You take a deep breath as you get close to her lips you give her in the breath of life, nothing happened, you try again and things still don't change, you start to get frustrated that you can't bring her back, you feel your eyes fill with Tears as the pain in your chest gets stronger and stronger. Then you do it one last time, connecting your forehead to hers, you blow through her lips, taking all the air out of your lungs until there is no more.

Then the miracle happens Larissa wakes up suddenly while you lose consciousness falling into a sea of darkness happy that at least one of you can live.

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Most people are afraid of dying, but not you, you had grown up between death and melancholy, you just saw it as normal. You had given your life in exchange for hers and honestly you couldn't be happier with your decision, she deserved to live longer than you should have.

You had never believed in the light at the end of the tunnel, but here you were following that light which was shining directly in your face.

-Am I in hell?- is the first thing you ask as you look at the ceiling of the place.

You hear the laughter of a woman and honestly it was the most heavenly and beautiful sound you had ever heard in all your life, you turn around looking for who it belongs to, finding nothing more and nothing less than the woman for whom you had done everything.

-If this isn't heaven, I don't know where I am,- you change your words, sitting down to admire the woman in front of you.

-I want to thank you for what you did for me,- she says giving you a smile.

-You don't have to, I just did the right thing,- losing yourself in her beautiful eyes.

-Do you have any idea how fucked up you are right now,- interrupts a woman in the room followed by her personal escort.

-Ahhggg,- you complain, dropping down on the bed, -I wish I had died.

-I wish you had, because they plan to prosecute you for breaking the rules and violating the treaty,- looking at you angrily at your actions, -and all for what, saving a school principal?

-That's right and I don't regret it,- showing her the belladonna flower on her wrist.

-That's impossible,- says the woman with astonishment, -When?

-I'm not sure, I realized it until I got home,- confronting your superior, -You've always said to fight for what's ours, haven't you?

-That won't get you out of this.

-I know, and I'm willing to face the consequences of my actions,- maintaining an upright posture.

-Are you sure?- nodding in response.-I banish you from your post and you will be denied entry to the sanctuary for the next five years.

-All right,- keeping your emotions at bay.

The woman leaves the room and you can't help but shatter your pillow, you had nothing, you had lost your home, the sanctuary was the only thing you knew and now you were helpless for the next 5 years. After your outburst you look at the woman and she reminded you why you had done all this.

-I'm sorry for that,- you apologize, avoiding her gaze.

-Why did you do it?- she asks curiously.

-I don't know- receiving a look of intrigue from her -appears to be something like a soul mate for me, my kind are born with marks on our wrists- showing the belladonna on yours -we can't look for the person until the countdown starts- remembering the race you made to get here.

-What happens if you don't make it in time?

-You die of melancholy

The woman stands there analyzing your words, sincerely she was surprised that you had done all this for her and apparently what the woman said turned out to be too important for you to accept all this to save her.

-Nothing has to happen if you don't want it to,- you clarify taking out the IV.

-It's not that, it's just that I can't believe you did all that for me.

-I've spent my whole life waiting to meet you, so I wouldn't let you leave this world,- motioning with your hand to retrieve your clothes.

His heart sinks to see you willing to leave, maybe you had only done this to save yourself.

-Are you leaving?- afraid of your answer

-For now, I have some business to take care of, but I'll be back... I promise.

He decides to try his luck and come closer to you, to press your lips against yours.

-What was that?- you ask amused, your cheek tinged with red.

-Just in case,- he says biting his lip.

It takes all your willpower not to kiss her and stay with her, but you were running late and if you wanted to have something with the woman, you had to solve this first.

-By the way, my name is Y/n,- you say giving her a smile.

-Larissa,- you reply before watching you leave.

Maybe the wait had been worth it after all.

[galapagosvagrant]

It's not fairy lights

I put christmas lgihts up in my room coz I like a low light assembly type environment. I mean a low light environment. Well no I didn't know you also liked the emo band The World Is A Beautiful Place And I Am No Longer Afraid To Die. but Keep your pussy in your jorts I'm not interested. They weren't *that* good. They ain't no Loma Prieta. Anyways wanna trade toenails

[music-fan]

it's a The World Is A Beautiful Place & I'm No Longer Afraid To Die kind of day

PT: Wait, what?

PT: Ra Patera Dance

PT: Getting Soda

[skeeverboyreviews]

Skeeverboy's Top 5

Roughly, my top 5 albums of all time, not in any order.

Harmlessness - The World Is A Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid To Die (2015)

This album makes me feel indescribable emotions. On the surface, it seems a little pretentious, honestly; a band with a ridiculously long, quirky name, an over-the-top artistic album cover, and long experimental tracks with extensive instrumentals give the impression of a band that thinks very highly of themself.

Despite appearances, I think this album is absolutely incredible. Every part of it is a work of art. The song titles, the album cover (I know I insulted it before, but I do like it a lot), the tracks themselves all work together to create an existential sort of nostalgia, an out-of-this-world feeling. The lyrics make you think about life in a way you haven't thought of before, the instrumentals working with the words to create a very consistent vibe.

This album is an experience, 45 minutes of feeling beyond words. There isn't a weak track on this album, but I do have favorites. You Can't Live There Forever is an incredible opener, and the transition into January 10th, 2014 is just beautiful. I Can Be Afraid of Anything is so emotionally moving. Wendover gives me nostalgia for times I never even experienced.

I think January 10th, 2014 is my favorite track on the album. Based on a true story, it follows Diana the Hunter - a woman who murdered bus drivers with reputations for sexually harassing and assaulting women. I love the use of storytelling within this song, especially with the two different vocalists.

If I could change anything about this album, I wouldn't.

I Hate My Friends - The Front Bottoms (2008)

Raw, unfiltered, immature, and desperate, this album is perfect for teenage angst in the form of shout-singing and power chords. It's edgy, it's messy, it's silly, and I can never stop talking about it for the life of me.

Most of the songs revolve around relationships, about dumb teenage decisions and longing. This album reminds me of high school, conjures the image of smoking weed and laughing or getting upset and ranting about nothing of substance. The songs feel like they were rushed when they were written, and I mean that as a compliment. The guitar parts are bare and are sometimes reused between songs, the melodies rather simple, and the lyrics sometimes clunky, but that's what makes it so incredible. It's like listening to Brian Sella's pure thoughts.

Two of my favorite tracks are ones that haven't been remastered: Push-Ups and Current Events. Both make me want to scream, to shout the lyrics at the top of my lungs, make me wish I thought to write them.

I think my favorite part about this album is how personal it feels. If I close my eyes, I can imagine sitting in someone's room, listening to them play guitar and workshop songs on the spot.

Transatlanticism - Death Cab for Cutie (2003)

I've already written a full 2k word summary and analysis on this album, so I'll try to keep it short. This album is full of longing, of emotion, of wistfulness. It's tear-jerking and heart-aching. If you've ever been in a long-distance relationship, had your partner travel far, had a relationship slowly die, this album will resonate.

This album is tastefully minimalist. Unlike Harmlessness, which admittedly has a similar vibe but uses a wide variety of instruments and effects, Transatlanticism keeps it simpler. Passenger Seat only includes vocals and piano.

I'm cutting myself off here to avoid rambling, but truly, this album means so much to me. It was the first album I bought on CD, in a Half Price Books, and I bring it with me on nearly every drive.

Dookie - Green Day (1994)

A classic, really. How could I not include Green Day on this list, and how could it not be Dookie? So many iconic songs - Welcome to Paradise, She, Longview, When I Come Around, Basket Case - even non-Green Day fans can likely recognize at least half of this album.

Dookie is the blueprint, the definition, of 90s punk rock. Loud, heavy, shout-y, it's just incredible. There's not much I can say about it that hasn't been said before.

My favorite track currently is Sassafras Roots. I love the use of repetition, and the way he says "smoking cigarettes" gets stuck in my mind on the daily. I sing it to my partner in the passenger seat of their car.

Joyce Manor - Joyce Manor (2011)

This number five spot isn't nearly as solidified as the other four, and it took a lot of consideration before landing on Joyce Manor. But something about this album, the heaviness, the lyricism, speaks to me in a very unique way.

Joyce Manor is an extremely short, punchy album, only a little under 19 minutes in length, but it manages to pack so much into every minute. Not a single second is wasted. Every lyric, every chord, every sung note feels important, like a load-bearing beam, each second packed with meaning.

Barry's voice is intoxicating, the way he slurs his words in a way that makes it difficult to make out what he's saying. I've joked before with friends that he sounds a little bit like he just got dental surgery and had to sing while still numb from Novocain, but I truly love it. It's iconic, inseparable from the Joyce Manor brand. The album wouldn't be the same without it.

Joyce Manor has a very unique way of writing their lyrics, and I'm not sure I can name another band that I think writes in a very similar style. I'm not exactly sure how to describe it, the strange turns of phrases they use or the interesting rhymes or the confusing metaphors. It's like I understand, but I don't.

The most iconic track on this album is, without a doubt, Constant Headache. While this song has one of my favorite lyrics of all time ("Your love was foreign to me / It made me think maybe human's not such a bad thing to be"), my personal favorite is Derailed. I love the train set metaphor, and the sound of the song as a whole.

Thank you for listening.

[harmonicunt]

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[themadknightuniverse]

5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Summary:

In the last moment they can share, they make the choice to not let their enemies take their lives. Totally inspired by "Murder Song" by Aurora. I had this in mind for a while now and today was the day to finally get it out of my system it seems.

Warning: heavy angst, death of main characters, suicide. Word count: 694 words. READ IT ON AO3

Lalo is holding a gun against his head. Ignacio looks at him, and smiles. They both know how this will end. There is no other issue. But they can still make it hurt less longer than what the bloodthirsty men planned to. They fought with everything they had. They stood strong and deadly against the assault of their shared home. The only place they both felt at peace. The only place they allowed themselves to share this burning feeling, knowing this day would come. They almost forgot it would happen. So lost in the moments. Lost in the power thriving in their bodies. Lost in each other's warmth. And it's how their demons pulled them out of their perfect world, asleep together, a last peaceful breath in unison. Bullets flying, guns firing, flashes of detonation illuminating the house that'll never be their sanctuary ever again. There are so many men. They kill everyone. Mindless, ruthless hunters. The access to the only secret exit is inaccessible. They can only retreat. And here they are, back into their room. They'll find them soon. But Ignacio is smiling up at him. And Lalo's hand holding the gun shakes. They are on their knees. They both are badly hurt. There is only two bullets left in that gun. Fate was a funny thing sometimes. They were about to die any other way. So he guided Lalo's gun to his temple, the man shaking his head slowly, not believing what he asked of him. Refusing to put an end to the life he cares for so much. But Ignacio whispers reassuring words. Tells him he doesn't want to them to take his life. “I'm yours. Please, take my soul with you.” And Lalo's lips trembles, as his grip tightens on the gun. He knows what he has to do. And he knows he does it to spare Ignacio for mercy. Still, their chests hurt the same. The tears shining on the rim of their eyes are charged with the same sorrow. Lalo often told him, when they were laying in bed together, his words whispered just for them to hear. He told him how beautiful he was. How fascinating his mind was. How lucky he felt to have found him. How lucky he was to have him by his side. How much he loved him. These words he never dared to tell anyone else before Ignacio. And he doesn't say them much in the time they spend together. But they find a way to say it still. One of their hand rest against the other's heart, and they know. Te amo. And Ignacio knows what Lalo's love means. It's unconditional. It's pure in its honesty. It's so raw it almost hurt to receive. But Ignacio endured it. He welcomed Lalo's love even, and gave his own in return. They did terrible things together. But this thing, it was beautiful. It was theirs. Theirs only. 5 Ignacio caresses Lalo's cheek one last time, 4 eyes lost in each other's, 3 one hand on each other's chest, 2 right over their heart. 1 And here he goes. Lalo catches Ignacio before he falls to the ground. He stays still at first, holding the limp body against him. But he doesn't have much time. The hunters must have heard. Yet, all Lalo can do is to start sobbing, cradling Ignacio in his arms, looking at the eyes he loves so much, now so empty. His vision is blurry but still, he keeps on looking. He's afraid to forget. So he stares, he studies, he tries to engrave their shapes in his mind, just in case something waits for him on the other side. His ears are still ringing with the detonation that unfurled all this pain in his chest. God, he never thought something could hurt this bad. He doesn't hear himself wailing. He doesn't hear the heavy steps rushing up the stairs. 5 He doesn't hear the clicking sound of the gun he's arming again. 4 He keeps on looking. 3 He keeps on memorizing. 2 The barrel is still hot with the previous shot when it touches his temple. 1

[circumstantialsimultaneity]

i was sending you an ask and it got ate mysteriously while i was writing it. sorry if it sent and now youre getting double oops

- top ten songs of ever. this is a mean one for you.

- top five our ttrpg characters youd trust with like. Life altering secrets

- top 5 characters youd study in a lab

TOP TEN SONGS OF EVER....... you're right this is most devious.......... ok thinking. this is in no particular order and off the top of my head but

dq by charly bliss

queen sophie for president by the world is a beautiful place and i am no longer afraid to die

presumably dead arm by sidney gish

i'm not gonna teach your boyfriend how to dance with you by black kids

tibetan pop stars by hop along

rill rill by sleigh bells

heel turn 2 by the mountain goats

aint it fun by paramore

[queenofallwitches]

I FEAR NO FIRE

SALAMANDER SPEAKS THROUGH ME

Tuesday morning, past midnight.

I don't fear fire, I fear the people who fear the fire

I'm my own salvation

I am worthy of my goals, dreams and visions of the future

I will manifest all my purpose in life drives me towards pursuing. My soul will find its fire and once more, the ashes begin to pile from the scraps that settled after the last fire.

The entrails of scorched trails torched in the wake of the flame, the flame roaring. Soaring.

The flames devour. Hungry orange flickers of fury.

Glowing red.

Unable to be contained.

Burning. Brazen. Brilliant.

Flickering in mega monolithic shades of sunset and sunrise hues but bound by the inferno of allegories painted in the stories of hellfire and inferno.

Burning, screaming, howling, people in ego, fire comes to pick up possessions and they aimlessly try to kill natures warrior with a garden hose made of plastic.

The human error, the human created hell set upon the place from where it rose. The earth. Now the fire is here to prove to us who know how it is to burn, be burnt alive, life after life, and we rise to excitement and adoration when fire is venerated. We fear not fire, nor nature.

Those who are averting the burn of the fire of self annihilation are those fire follows. If not metaphorical fire, literal fires spark up awakening. If not that, then, only realising how the life is never ending and the soul lives on, could save suffering; instead; they face nothing but shallow soul devoid placating life that is flat. Society is approving, not the self or the soul of self.

Should we know we are infinite sparks, sunlight sustained beings who began from temperature and matter colliding, time immemorial, beings who are souls that fire or any way to die could kill, then we can no longer be afraid. For one thing that we know, is death is the only certainty.

The other we are born to be told anything, but we all share being born into this world as a common human attribute. We all share the end of life in whatever way as the other. Nothing else can be categorised or defined because it splits us and divides us. Nothing can progress until we as humans together, find a way forward. Not in adversity, but harmony.

Only individual humans journey into the soul, to discovery a spark. That spark becomes the only light as we analyse, define and resign to the presence of that burning drive inside.

We realise over time to follow our spark, creates a feeling that gives us light. The shadows from the valley of death we once knew from our dark night of the soul illuminate.

Our life now depends on pursuing that spark, knowing that each time we temper the spark, by ignoring or going against what the spark wills for us to do, we learn the lesson. But when we follow it, we see a beautiful inferno ignite the social worlds we inhabit, people find this passion we speak with, contagious, and from there, they are ignited to journey on the quest to find what give them light.

For some of us, the brightest ones I was told, once, those who burn the brightest, are deliberately hurt the most.

I am mastering the destruction of what was, to the rebuilding of what will be. Learning no matter how many times my lapse into dark valleys of desolate emotionally draining labyrinth forests that I go through.

I seem to ignite a heat, a warmth, a tiny little sparkle.

The scintillating glistening that whispers in the windless night of no light 'I will guide you on your way".

A fairy, a fantasy, a figment of unreality?

The end result begins the art of alchemy.

Igniting a spark, begins a flame, the flame burns to expose a light, a light trail is eyes able to perceive the way out of the unholy forest of decay.

As I find the fire once more to illuminate shadows.

I see clearly as my fire grows to encompass a ball of flame.

In this flame sphere its showing me what was not seen.

to expose things that led to my transient trip, into what tangled vines, a never ending, timeless, cold, dark, desolate, dread ridden devoid of all feelings of hope, help, promise, happiness or love.

Nothing of positive intonation resides with these Cthulhu wispy warping black ink squids drooling.

Sticky, slug slash tentacle, the bottom of the ocean with no light. Days are the same as the plutonian nights of tendrils siphoning infinite squids sucking the dreams from a sleeping brain, as we wake, wrapped in the remnants of a tendril or ten, tight on the brain.

All we can hear is the howling of burning children over millennia, molech, mammon, black matter sacrificial lambs. The time chunks blown in space and time, only perceived by the rifts in the lack of space and time.

The sounds, the silence, the all and nothing. Is what drives the evil stuck here mad.

They would rather be tormented by the black holes blowing parallel worlds apart, won't matter. If you cannot look inside.

I spent years in self reflection.

I had a lapse because of a bad experience with a loser from the america.

Now I move on!

In the end the inferno leads me into my truth, my passion, purpose, prosperity, progress, positive drive and peace all flow in this blaze, burning bright, crackling the desolate vines that wrap alien concepts by the nature of not of this world, burning, bursting and crackling, bubbling into nothing but void. For void is where it was concocted. Void is where it returns.

I dance, in harmony, hallowed kindred soul merging into the ever growing flames that devour the devoid of soul, transyuggothian, beyond time and space and into the infinite nothingness, filling with fires that are contagious.

outrageously sparking by the will of furious dancing witches from burnt ancestral pain who forge another way out.

We fear nothing, no fire, no flame, no water, no wave, no earthquake, no mountain, no wind or thunder or lightning.

For our souls are ashes to embers, embers to inferno, for centuries, so we become one with the earth, the trees and the leaves. Our souls are oak, granite, stone and lava.

Our lives are not easy. But they are here to be ready, ready to roll with nature; not letting the transient cycles be a cause for fear but a collective faith we can see as a spark that drives a new start.

Start from the ashes and watch the world around you burn.

Those who are too, alike to you, will be there dancing around the fire too.