To All The People Who Used To Top Their Classes But Can't Find The Energy To Do That Assignment Now,

to all the people who used to top their classes but can't find the energy to do that assignment now, to all the people who watch dance covers in awe and imagine themselves doing the choreography wearing crop tops and cargo pants, to all the people who love watching aesthetic videos and vlogs and yearn for their home to be cottagecore with soft radio in the background someday, to all the people who stare at pretty strangers, wishing they had their eyes, or their hair or their pretty smile, i just wanna say that i see you and you are a beautiful soul. you are worthy and capable of living the life of your dreams. ♡♡♡

Okay but that first paragraph is everything. The panic, fear, and suspense in those few words is so well written. I know for a fact I'm going to enjoy reading this series.

AH I can't wait for the full chapter

Teaser | Legends of Darlaria

COMING DECEMBER 31ST AT 4 P.M. PST

⨰ summary: You wake up amidst a war with no recollection of your past. Faced with suspicion and distrust, you struggle to assimilate into a foreign nation—otherwise known as your home. But on your enlightening journey to search for your identity, you come face to face with the General of the Army.

⨰ pairing/rating: yoongi x reader & jungkook x reader | PG-15

⨰ genre: 70% angst, 30% fluff | war!au & magic!au

⨰ warnings: profanity, mentions of blood, (very) minor character deaths, injuries (broken ribs)

⨰ wordcount: 610

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⧖⧗Circa Sapph⧗⧖

Red. You see red. It’s the first thing you see when your eyes peel open slowly—as if they’ve been sealed shut for hundreds of years. Red. Labored breaths escape your quivering lips, your heart beating frantically in your chest. Red. It ripples in your vision, hues deepening in color—almost sinisterly, almost like it’s mocking you. Red. It swallows your sight, strangles your throat, swamps your senses. Red. Like blood.

Suddenly you don’t think you can breathe.

You gasp, sitting up, your fingers ghosting around your neck. Immediately, a sharp abdominal pain pervades your entire body, cutting through your insides. Tears begin to prick your vision. It hurts. Something feels broken, and a newfound throbbing finds its way into your head. You wince, biting your lip to muffle a scream. Then, you freeze.

Red. It encompasses your vision again.

The air is hot and heavy, carrying the weight of death in its feeble arms. There are immobilized soldiers bundled up in white bandages seeping with crimson blood, desperate soldiers who are wailing, pointing up to the billowing red canopy of the tent and cursing or praying—you can’t tell which; and there are many soldiers who have ceased all sort of movement. You catch glimpses of their stone-cold eyes before someone drapes a white blanket over their still-warm corpses. Blood stains the dirt in ugly blots of color. And you watch, frozen, as men and women in scarlet uniforms cry for their families, their friends, their lovers.

Your fingers tangle around a chain around your neck, and it takes a lot longer for you to notice that it is not a restraining cuff but a dainty necklace with a pendant hanging from the middle. A diamond. The white jewel sparkles against your soot-covered skin, twinkling despite the blood and the gore. Something about it brings you infinitesimal comfort but it’s comfort nevertheless.

When you finally look down at your own body, you see a frail figure—bruised and battered—but in a much better state than the others. Your bandages have been freshly changed, and though you’re in pain, you feel fully cognizant enough to think: what the hell happened? How long have you been here? Where the hell are you? Asking questions is at least a step in the right direction. You stare at the red fabric of your uniform, head whirling with thousands and thousands of different theories and ideas. But in the end, the thoughts diverge to one critical conclusion: you are a soldier.

A soldier. You must be fighting for something, then. Whether it may be your honor, your nation or your loved ones, you must be a soldier for something’s sake. But it’s quite laughable. Fighting for a nation you can’t even recall. Even worse, your enemy’s face is a blank slate in your mind. How can you fight against people you don’t know at all? How can you let their blood spill on your hands when you can’t remember how they’ve wronged you and your nation? Or are you getting too ahead of yourself? What if none of your thoughts are true? How can you be sure of anything?—you can’t—not when you can’t even recall a single name other than yours.

But the more you try to desperately sift through your memories, the more you realize that you have none. Your head begins to throb again, and you clutch your necklace for moral support, hanging onto it as if it were your lifeline (and you’ll treat it that way until you figure out what the hell is going on). It doesn’t make sense. How are you a stranger in your own body?

“Your name, dear soldier?”

2 random idols: *interact*

fan:

Oh yes a name would be nice :))) Um. I need help lol. Maybe Lea cause that’s what I’ve made my name in like uquiz and stuff haha. Any suggestions..?

Ooh I like the name Lea, it's cute. I'll tag you as Lea anon if you want, or if you don't like that you can choose a simple emoji, like a flower.

Either one would suit you, so it's up to you!

Uh haha so um- AH WHAT IS THIS JSLAJSNDCB ok well first of all sorry that I havent been here for a while we’ve been busy, family visiting, covid 👀, etc. second, my sister. Uh well basically she made a tumblr acc then deleted it?? I’m not sure tbh and aLSO I HAVE NO IDEA HOW SHE EVEN KNOWS ABOUT YOU LIKE WHAT- third, have you seen the boy with luv goat version :1 it’s very interesting. Omg this was such a mess I’m sorry 😤 ~lea

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I've been busy too lol, I haven't been able to come online recently and stuff. It sucks but school starts on Monday so by then I definitely won't be able to be active

Yeah I don't know how your sister knows about me either but I AM FLATTERED DHSHSSH

And third I havent seen the boy with luv goat version, and when I search it up I get nothing??? Could you send a link or something?

And it's okay, I like your messy asks, it's cute :3

Hi!! Um so I don’t really know how to say this- ok I’ll just say it. Basically I saw ur ask on saes blog and I was like dang this girl got humor and she’s desi.. so I kinda hung around your blog and then found out you’re a minor too and I just OMG ITS A DESI MINOR ARMY I NEED TO KNOW THIS PERSON but I’ve been so busy so I haven’t been able to send u an ask. Anyways the only reason I sent this was to let you know that I will be hangin around on ur blog so- hehe you’ve been warned :)

AHHH ANON I'M SO GLAD YOU TOLD ME THIS YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MAKES ME

I havent been active lately so I'll try to come here and post more. I promise I'm not as funny as you think I am that bit of humor was just a stroke of luck tbh.

ALSO A LITTLE WARNING I CAN BE VERY CRINGY AND TIME AND DONT REALISE IT UNTIL LATER SO AJSHSHSH BE CAREFUL

I hope you enjoy your stay on my blog! Thank you for sending me this, it really means a lot, and don't hesitate to send another ask in 💕