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poems-to-read · 17 days
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The days pass
And I barely feel them
Lately I've been sitting still
In another world
Fighting to get out of it
Always letting things slip by me
Important moments
The hours pass quickly
And I try to run to catch up
But I'm so apprehensive of finally
Be within their reach
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imabelyn · 3 months
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ꕥ 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 - 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒔𝒐𝒏 + 𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒔
3 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗞𝗢 𝗙𝗜 𝗦𝗨𝗣𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦
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carpe-noctem-bitchess · 7 months
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my mind is like a goddamn river. not serene or calm or peaceful, but every thought rushing by too fast and gone before I can fully understand it. I, myself can barely remain afloat in these deep waters. so do you really want to break down my walls, the dams I've built over the years? will you drown in these rushed waters too? and if you manage to swim, would you bring me to my shores with you?
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mecthology · 10 months
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The Green Clawed Beast of Indiana.
It was August 21, 1955. The Ohio can look intimidating and sometimes a bit frightening. However, the big river is only about 15 feet deep at Evansville, and after it turns north and makes the big loop downtown and heads south, it's moving at only about a mile an hour. That made the Dogtown area of the river very smooth and welcoming on that hot summer day.
Naomi Johnson paddled in the calm water about 15 feet from the shore while her children sat with her friend, who was catching a few rays on the shore. The scene couldn't have been any more peaceful. And then it happened.
Naomi suddenly arched her back and began splashing the water. Something had wrapped around her knee! It felt like a very large hand. She would later describe it as "hairy and claw-like." Whatever it was pulled her under the surface, where she kicked it away and bobbed back to the top of the water. She took a huge breath and screamed just before the creature again latched onto her leg from behind. Naomi was able to grab an innertube that the ladies were using as a float. As she tried to climb on board, Naomi pulled away from the creature's grasp and made it the few feet to the shore.
Naomi Johnson was safe, and when medical help arrived, she was treated for cuts and scratches on her lower leg, but authorities could not remove a strange blue-green stain. The impression was approximately the size and shape of a large hand and remained on Mrs. Johnson's leg for several days.
A short time later, a man claiming to be an air force colonel came to the Johnson's house and instructed Naomi to never speak of the incident. There have been no reported sightings since.
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One does not simply lie by the lake; how could I? How could I let my eyes wander over her smooth surface, see the way the light reaches into her, see the way greenery dances within her, see the life, the fish, the mysteries, the silvery bubbles, and not be moved? How could I lie idly when she is calling out to me? Do you not hear her song? Perhaps you can be satisfied with just the sight of her. Perhaps to sit in the shade and look on as she celebrates existence is enough for you. Not me, though.
I see her depths and all I feel is restlessness. I know the feeling, know that it is like an itch and I will only be at peace once I give in. I see her depths and all I want is to dance with her.
She knows it, too. I do give in, I always do, wading into the water; I feel hands closing around my wrists. I feel fingers grazing my hips. Elodea brushes my feet gently at first, before clinging on to them tightly and pulling. Forcefully I am pulled down. The water closes above me, soothing the summer's heat, shooing it away from my shoulders. No lover might ever draw me in like she does. No man's beckoning might ever be as strong. No one loves like her. Irresistibly.
I will always jump into you. You have never scared me.
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lake-archive · 4 months
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A Declaration Of Love
To: Romani Archaman
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One year anniversary be upon ya! Not exactly but I decided upon the 1st January to be our anniversary now! And thus I wish to write something, a declaration of love. This also is going to mark my 'Romani Poster Era' again (I hope).
I will make sure to post more of Dr. Roman in 2024. I love him so much I must let more people know. So, to celebrate, I decided to write something about him in a while! For a better 2024! Personal important task for 2024: Rewrite all Roman/Anna shorts I have and write new ones!
Fandom: Fate/Grand Order
Characters: Anna, Romani Archaman (mentioned)
Words: 729
Warnings Ahead!
This work contains the following...
Spoilers for Fate/Grand Order (up to 'Final Singularity)
Mentioned Character Death
Hurt (no comfort)
Please proceed with caution!
At first she had not expected this. She had not expected to grow attached to him at any point. After all, he was so annoying to her at first she didn't know what to say. She could barely stand it!
“Hey! What are you eating over there!? This is the third time in a row! Eat less junk food and more vegetables!”
“It's past midnight! Go to bed! I can see the rings under your eyes!”
“Hey hey hey! You need to take a break! Close your laptop already, will you!?“
She had heard it so many times and honestly… It was almost unbearable at first. ‘What does a doctor know? I know how to handle myself’ she thought to herself all the time, only rolling her eyes and leaving before one of his scoldings got ahead of himself. But that was, it had not been like this ever since. Honestly, he was no longer an annoying guy.
At first she thought he was a little pathetic – After all, he chased an internet idol and was literally obsessed with her. He was not even secretive about it. Magi Mari, that was her name. It was just… A little funny but also rather questionable. And yet, it had its odd charm later down the line. He was passionate about Magi Mari, so much so that Anna could not help but admire it. It was something else, something unexpected from a doctor, especially one in charge of so many people. Everyone has their sides and yet this was one they had least expected.
Then again, it was usually not enough to get anyone's attention. This was just a funny sight at most yet nothing else. This man… This man was something else. If it had not been for his push, who knows where she would be. If he had not pushed them into the position of a Master saving the world, becoming an amateur strategist, just good enough for the job to survive. Originally it was just a job to help out and help her ‘little brother’ survive and yet it turned into so much more…
How her view changed – He was integral for her view changing. ‘Humanity is not worth saving’ she thought, having never had any faith in humans. So many did her wrong. And yet, even those who wronged her gave her one dream. Oh the twisted irony… Yet she had not realized. But thanks to him she came to realize so much. A dream worth fighting for and the works she had always admired… All from human hands. If she wishes to preserve the legacy, she has to fight for it… Protect it even.
It was what he did after all. Despite his pathetic moments, despite being verbally beaten to the ground… He never stopped. He pressed on, until the bitter end. If it wasn't for his sacrifice, would anyone be here? Would humanity still live? Would it all have been possible? His guidance and his sacrifice… In the end he gifted them something very important… Life.
Yeah, it was him. All him in the end. How could she forget? How dare she forget? Of course she wished that he was still there… And yet, he wasn't. She had to accept it and she did… She finally did. After some time had passed…She accepted it. And thus she has to keep it alive… His legacy. What he fought for. Instead of running he had faced it after all… And the least Anna could do now was to keep the legacy alive. Because this was the legacy of the love of her life!
Love of her life? Hah… Yeah. It's true. Even now… He was the only one she could truly love. And she will never stop loving him. Not back then and especially not now! Well… Too bad she can never tell him how she feels… But she knows that she loves him with all of her heart… Even after a good year had passed. Yeah, even if he's gone… He’s the love of her life.
“Hey, Doctor… No, Roman… Did you know any of that? Heh… Even if you don't, it's all true… I will love you, always.“
Hah… But even if she confessed now… He will never hear it now. He will never know. But… That's something she will have to live with, for eternity.
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autistic-pumpkin · 18 days
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Deep Waters: Of Rogues And Salvation - Chapter 4 is up now!🏴‍☠️✨️
Art by @sophieleighart
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urbanangelz · 9 months
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The Carribean Princess 👗
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frentique · 1 year
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eyoha · 11 months
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My lil participation for mermay 2023 I’m afraid of deep waters, so to me, mermaids are just as scary and wicked
and i love that idea way too much
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poems-to-read · 14 days
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I'm in deep water
Deep hurts
That changed me
They shaped me
Without me knowing
Without being able to choose what kind of person I wanted to be
Definitely not a traumatized one
For the offenses
For pranks intended to hurt
For the disappointment
For the psychological mess
And for control
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are you okay?? i heard you and john kissed??? 😳
Thank you all so much for your 'concern', I exactly received only this ask whether I am alright or even still alive. As you might have already heard, I tried to subdue our dear murderous anonymous, the fight continued to near the edge of the wild water area. And he fought dirty, knocked me out, and shoved me into the water. This only happened because I was sleep deprived from yesterday, otherwise I could have easily beat that criminal in a fight.
However, being unconscious due to a hit on the head does not enable one to swim, otherwise the water would have been perfectly fine because I am a very capable swimmer, and not at all afraid of water. Especially not deep or wild waters, no fear at all. I do not fear anything, not even drowning. But our dear brave soldier @consultjohnwatson of course immediately jumped in after me, and dragged me out of the water with his soldiery strength and military trained swimming skills. Although I do wonder why a soldier whose operation was in the desert would learn how to save someone from drowning? Or is this a medical skill? Anyways, as I was still unconscious, John performed CPR without the chest compressions, just the rescue breaths, as I have heard from the others. So no, it was not kissing. It was just rescue breaths, and I also performed some on John in return as soon as I awoke just to make sure he didn't suddenly drown as well as an after effect of saving me.
And @consultjohnwatson, my head still hurts. And how to treat a headache and being nearly drowned? With morphine. I deserve some, so get some.
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leaving-no-shadow · 9 months
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1917 (2019)
Directed by Sam Mendez
Cinematography by Roger Deakins
Composer Thomas Newman
Editor Lee Smith
Starring George MacKay
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valiantnightllama · 1 year
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redsandalwood · 27 days
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That woman is the best actress ever bc she is like me I would act like that if the Mafia did IT. I'm German tho so what do I know about being a Nazi's wife since I'm alive n not dead mami. The mafia will kill an infant n thats all.
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lake-archive · 3 months
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Track 19 - Lies
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Content Warning!
Graphic Depiction Of Violence
If this makes you uncomfortable, I advise you to skip this one.
AO3 Link
Fandom: Hypnosis Mic
Character: Ann Wolff (OC), Ichijiku Kadenokoji, Ramuda Amemura
Synposis: Ann thinks back on last night.... How she keeps up with it. She has no focus lately as a result and thus Ichijiku forces Ann to speak up. 
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Hah, there are some days where Ann has to put her regular problems aside. It is not as if she had not been thinking about them day in and out, far from it. She has been wasting her thoughts on what to do from here. This was all just confusing, all on top of a job and studying – Having to balance these things out. Her duty at Chuohku as well as working towards her degree. Not to mention the training she is still undergoing… It is a lot, more than a lot. So there was sometimes little space to think about anything else. 
This had been going on even on that day. It was the day where Ann’s own world was at the brink of shattering. Or rather, she had been more in disbelief when seeing it with her own two eyes. It is hard to believe that was also her introduction to him. She had only heard of him passing, overhearing a few conversations Kadenokoji had about someone. An ‘Amemura’ guy… Then again,it wasn’t a guy. Rather a clone the Party Of Words had commissioned. 
It was not really a secret either, at least not to people higher up in the Chuohku food chain. Ann was high enough to know about it. And even if she wasn't, it was impossible to not hear, given Kadenokoji’s loud voice during those conversations. “Shut the hell up already and tell us what we want to know! We didn’t send you out there to have fun! And do something about your annoying as hell voice! My ears are hurting!” Things like these would always drop yet Ann thought nothing of it. She could only hear her superior, no one else. So maybe Amemura had said something ticking her off. If she could meet him herself, she would tell him to watch his words. Because Kaenokoji is easy to tick off. Ann should know, given that she has seen the several sides herself… Sometimes a little too close. But she had not thought ill of Kadenokoji at the time.
That was until that day… Well, it wasn’t ill… Was it? It was rather complicated. Because what Ann had witnessed even left her speechless…
All she had done at the time was carrying a stack of papers to her own office, having to sort and fill them out. It was a long day of deskwork ahead, yeah. But that would be postponed for some time. Because from afar she had to take in a rather horrific sight.
All she heard first was a groan of pain, making her drop the papers on sight. The view had no longer blocked as a result, said papers scattering all over the place, right onto the ground. And the next thing she saw was Kadenokoji, having a glare as if she was about to kill someone. And her target was the small figure right in front of her – The guy with bright pink, short hair, wearing a sweater which looked a little bit too oversized. The black cap he probably wore had been falling right onto the ground, pretty much the only other color he wore. Jeans, sweater? Both white primarily, from what Ann could see at the time. He had been lying there after all, face flat on the ground and he was hunching in pain.
And even then Kadenokoji didn’t stop, seeming to be ready to kick him right then and there again. However, she was sure yelling from one moment to the next: “Amemura! I told you to not come back unless you have some valuable information for me!”
By then the guy had lifted his head up, even if weakly. And yet, he was putting up a smile, as if innocent. “Huh, did you really say that~? I must’ve forgotten, sorry~” His voice was in a rather high pitch, sounding ever so carefree. It was as if he had no idea what was going on… But he knew. He had to know, right!?
And as if that wasn’t enough Kadenokoji suddenly put one of her heel–wearing feet on top of his head, pressing it back down. “Silence! Stop coming here to play around and do your work as told! You useless pig!” 
The sight made Ann freeze on the spot, unable to let out a word. This happened out in the open… At least within the Chuohku building. Never had she seen Kadenokoji so aggressive, so angry… It was cruel, just cruel. She didn’t hold back anything, as if having to put him into his place. In fact, she was treating him like dirt beneath her feet! 
Not just that but she didn’t even bother helping him up. Instead she turned away after that foot got off his head, turning away. She didn’t even bother to look at him. “And do something about your awful smile. I’m about to vomit. Now scram!” And she left without saying anything else.
All Ann could do at first was just watch. Her legs had made sure she would stay where she is, having to witness and feeling useless. She already felt guilty enough seeing it… How can anyone do this!? Kadenokoji puts people in their place but like this? Why would she do that!? Why!? For what reason!? Besides, wasn’t the Party Of Words against violence!? This was the opposite of that! This was embracing the act of violence, literally!
For a moment nothing happened, he seemed to just lie there, mumbling something to himself yet it was hard to hear what exactly. He was shaking, one of his hands pressed against the ground before slowly lifting himself up, very weakly. And that— No, there was no use in just standing there. She had witnessed it long enough!
So the brunette decided to just run up to him, something she probably should have done earlier, right into his field of sight. Well, she would be if he looked up yet he had faced the ground at first. “Hey! Are you hurt anywhere!?” Was the first thing she asked.
All she could hear from the guy was a quick gasp, as if caught off guard, as well as a quiet “Shit” following this. His head shot up, staring at her wide eyed with his own blue gaze. It was giving her a close look at his face as well… And the sight was awful. She could see a red mark of a hand, most likely Kadenokoji’s, and it was all bruised up. Things which could heal but it was awful. So before he could answer she added: “This looks awful. Let me bring you to–”
“Haha, you’re funny Onee–San!” He suddenly interrupted, a smile on his face. It made her freeze in shock once more, just when she was kneeling down to come eye–to–eye with him. Wh… Why was he– “I’m fine, don’t worry about me! I just tripped!”
Tripped? Tripped!? Sure, he didn’t know that she was watching, but tripped!? That hand mark said something different! “Uhm… It doesn’t look like tripping to me…”
“Really? Maybe you could see it if you took that mask off and put that hair out of your face.” He responded, sounding cheerful. Was he ignoring the pain? Was that what was going on here!? How can anyone— Ah no! that doesn’t matter.
“Hah, there’s no time to argue. Let me help you up and—”
“It’s sweet of you to worry Onee–San, but I said it already.” He began, grabbing the cap next to him before putting it on, then hopping up as if nothing happened. And then she saw that even his clothes had gotten dirty, especially the sweater. Even the red x on it, crossing out a pair of lollipops. It was clearly in a bad state. And yet, despite all of it, he just ignored it and continued with that smile on his face. He even stretched out his arms, as if proving a point. “I’m fine! See see!? Tip top shape~”
“B… But…”
His face then turned to the side for a moment, most likely spotting the pile of papers. Because the next thing he said was: “Oh, did you drop this? That’s a lot!”
Ann turned her face to the side as well, then being reminded of that mess… Right… “Y… Yeah, I did.”
“Isn’t that too much to carry for you? Let me help you out~” He suggested.
“Ah— No no no! It’s fine! I can handle this myself just fine!”
“Really? You won’t have to sort it?”
“Well yes bu—”
“Oh, I get it! Super secret stuff, isn’t it!? Am I not allowed to see it?”
“It’s government documents! Of course you can’t! E… Even if it’s not exactly se—”
“Then I promise to forget it! I won’t say a word!” He responded, as if trying to assure her. “I won’t tell a single soul what I saw~”
She turned her face back, seeing that he had turned his own face back to look at her, smiling ever so brightly. It was almost off putting. “I think you should go see someone about—”
“No can do~ Not when you’re in trouble Onee–San.”
“It’s just pa–”
“Too bad, I’m helping~”
He sure was pushy, wasn’t he? “F… Fine… But only if you promise to tend your wounds right after and get a check up.”
“Wounds?” He pouted suddenly. “You still think I’m not ok?”
“L… Listen, even a scratch could lead to an infection. Plus, you seem to have… Fallen pretty hard. You might check out what it is.”
“Onee–San is sure pushy…” He sighed, as if almost disappointed. But he then added: “Ok fine, if it helps you sleep tonight. I promise.”
“Thank you.” Finally.
“Oh, by the way, who are you?”
“Eh? M… Me!?” Ah— Her name!? She couldn’t say that! In fact, even within Chuohku headquarters most referred to Ann by a codename. Or a nickname rather, mainly because most had no idea of her name to begin with. She was awfully quiet and her face wasn’t visible anyway. All because she didn’t want anyone to know she was working here. Or else… “Er… Uhm…”
“Oh, I can go first if you like! It’s Amemura Ramuda!”
That wasn’t the problem! Not like she didn’t know! “A… Ah… Amemura–San…”
“Haha, you’re awfully formal! Just call me Ramuda!”
“Well, if you’re ok with that then—”
“Mhm! But your turn now! What’s your name!?”
“Er… Right. Uhm… You know what? Just call me… The Executioner.” This was so embarrassing to say.
And he himself stayed silent for a moment, just looking at her, as if in disbelief. Who wouldn’t be!? “That’s an odd name.”
“E… Everyone calls me that here. So please—”
“I’ll just use Exy–Chan. Much cuter~”
“Exy–Chan!?” A nickname of a nickname!?
“Mhm! Exy–Oneesan or Exy–Chan~ Nice to meet you!”
Th… That was… Something… “Y… Yeah… Nice to meet you too…” Even back then Ann knew that Ramuda was probably a league of his own… Probably lying through his teeth all day long… Then again, not like she was any better than him in that regard.
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