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Lead the way 🕯
Why is there no Hak Smut? - Yona of the Dawn! <3333
Why is there never any smut stories about Hak from Yona of the Dawn?? I love him so much and the way he YEARNS!!! I just know someone can write his character real gooooood. He gives Choso vibes with how sweet he is toward you, BUT HE DEF GIVES TOJI - with his fighting style, speed, clothing style, face, hair, and BODYYYY and he is def a freak!!! (The honey scene - IYKYK!! ughhhh 😍)
I just can't get over how underhyped he is, he would make such a good husband but I love how fanfics write them in different views because they are guys and they do screw up and have times where they show a different side of them. Hak would def have a good mean alter ego. Like I would love to see him written like a Yakuza gang member or him being a sleazy club owner like Toji is written.
LIKE LOOK AT HIM!!!!!! (HAK - LEFT // TOJI - RIGHT) UGHHHH I LOVE HIM SO BAD FUCKKK!!😭💞
When there is a moment,
That you will light that flame,
Giving me a sign that you want me to find you,
Then shine it bright for me,
Make sure, my love, that when I reach out my hand,
That you will be on the other side to grab hold of it...
©️randik86
@flashfictionfridayofficial
'The Ringbolt' by @jack-of-crowns
A blood-orange sun melted into the westering haze of sea beyond the long shadows of the minarets, and Dzhenet could feel the low rumble of barrage even before the first howitzer shells began bursting. Stilling the mind before the recitation of Maghrib came as second nature to her as a murid, but knowing what was about to happen before the occurrence was disquieting when one was effectually powerless to do anything to prevent it.
In her clear voice, the first seven verses of Sura Al-Fatiha were echoed by the limestone of the qibla wall, followed by a collective "Ameen" from fellow congregants of the seaside village come seeking shelter and reprieve from the nightly shellings. The long vowels of affirmation seemed to hang suspended in the thick summer dusk, and in that drawn-out pause, Dzhenet intuitively ducked under the heavy carved walnut of her rehal table.
A short, sharp whistle followed by the deafening roar of collapsing masonry. One of the Russian twenty-four pounders had finally found the range.
She kept her stance in a low crouch, mindful of taking slow and shallow breaths, feeling her way through the choking dust-filled space of what had moments before been the musalla of the mosque. Where was the Sheykh? A pang of loss and separation, all hudur returning nothing of the presence of her Naqshbandi master. Dzhenet permitted herself a moment of stillness to mourn, then began cycling through all the dhikr she could muster. There was no excuse to be made for becoming untethered, not when the remnants of her beloved community needed to find new leaders.
A shape stirred in the darkness in front of her, a hand reflexively clenching and unclenching in the blood-soaked sleeve of a linen beshmet. She knelt down beside the young man and recognized the son of the village silversmith. There was only fear and shock in his blank gaze and he instinctively curled up at her touch, but Dzhenet firmly took hold of his right hand and brought it to the intricate bracelet she wore on her left wrist, tracing the filigreed verses that his father had engraved upon it. "You will be a witness over the people," she repeated to him. "Arise and come with me, Dizchin'au." He looked up, eyes refocusing as barakha flowed through them.
"Yes," he replied. "We must gather up the rest."
They moved carefully through the gathering darkness; only a scant remnant that had survived, but with each one plucked from the rubble, a small part of their shattered lives returned, remembrances of all that they had shared together. The Russian guns fell silent in the meantime, and there could be no doubt that a full assault would soon follow. A well-worn causeway led down to the waterfront docks where the last Greek brig still willing to risk the Tsar's wrath by trading with the villagers lay at moorage, swaying in the neap tide.
Dizchin'au guided the survivors onto the vessel as the hastily-roused crew began unshipping oars and trimming sail. Dzhenet remained on the quay as the Greeks made ready, struggling to free the mooring chain from the eye of the anchor bolt to which it had been secured. Musket fire began ringing out from the ruined mosque on the hillside above, and then with a sudden flash, a grenade exploded directly on top of the ringbolt post. Dzhenet, pierced everywhere by shrapnel, fell backward into the brig as it broke free from moorage with every oarsman pulling madly for the open sea ahead of them.
The cursing of hussars and the whizzing of errant bullets soon fell behind, and there were only the waves and winds of the Black Sea as the survivors sped fast from all that they had ever known. Dizchin'au held Dzhenet close in the salty spray as the last of her Ruh ebbed toward that final horizon.
"The ringbolt..." she gasped. "Is it free?"
"Yes," he answered. "Yes, Shaykha, it is free."
On the 5th of March, twelve years ago, T-ARA released their ninth Japanese single album, Lead the way / LA'booN.
Lead the Way / LA'booN showcases T-ARA’s softer and more melodic side, pairing the uplifting, emotional ballad “Lead the Way,” driven by warm vocals and themes of support and perseverance, with “LA’booN,” a brighter mid-tempo pop track that blends gentle electronic elements and catchy hooks, together highlighting the group’s versatility and mature sound compared to their more dance-heavy Korean releases.
Which Is Your Favourite "Lead the way / LA'booN" Track?
Lead the way
LA'booN
Nights are the best time to find a horny cop who’s been brewing all week and is in serious need of some midnight service.
Lead the way Officer.
Elisanna (shot from a music video I am making)
Sooooooo the creator of Video-Game Dreams (A GL2 original series by Bunnyquerk) asked me if I could make the theme song for that series. And as the voice actress of the main character Elisa (the ginger), I HAD TO. The song itself is on my channel, but the music video is in process.
Also, don't come at me for not working on Shadow Marionette Chaos. My friends told me not to draw while I am in Canada. Which I am in Canada right now. Up to August 8th. And I would like to work on something that does involve music...
Therefore causing me to rig the characters on Gacha-Life 2 to make the music video for "Lead The Way".