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Stormfront [NSFW] - Read on AO3!

After being hidden away in a lonely manor for six years, tensions finally reach a breaking point.

Mochi and I were playing around with the idea of some angsty, angry, emotion-filled InuParents last week, and we managed to finish both the story and the art just in time for @inuparentsday ! So have a bonus fic and art!

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A part of him saw it coming. The flash in her eyes was telling enough, the twist of her shoulder and the turn of her wrist. As true as an arrow, her hand lashed out to strike him, and he could’ve easily plucked it out of the air.

But he didn’t, because another part of him knew that he’d earned it.

Izayoi slapped him across the face with no hesitation, striking stars into the corners of his vision. It would have been easy for her to break every bone in her hand against his jaw, but instinct had him moving with it, suddenly hyperaware of everything as lightning shocked through his body. The sheer audacity of it was enough to send him staggering.

And he did stagger. Just once. A step to the left, a hand drifting up to brush his fingers against his assaulted cheek. Red eyes narrowed as he stared down at her sheer impudence. There was an uneasy beat of silence to follow.

Then clawed fingertips lashed out and caged around her jaw, dragged her up and in, and he crashed his mouth down on hers.

Within, there was turmoil. In his body, in his mouth, in his touch. A churning, iron sea of emotion. For a full day and night, he’d chased her scent through the woods and wild paths. He’d worried himself into a rage as the universe itself worked against him, washing away their scents and the hope of a hastier retrieval. Rain, like his desperation, had come and gone in bands of dreary darkness. And now, here with her, there was only the storm.

What would he have done, had he lost her? Had something happened to their son? 

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You know how Tom Riddle had never been very good with emotions because he was a child born because of amorentia? Well, what if Sophie Foster had been something like that?

What if Sophie had trouble relating to people, feeling emotions, and overall being a normal person because she was an experiment? Or better yet, what if that all started happening after her kidnapping and it wasn’t her abilities that stopped working but her ability to feel? What if Bronte was right and she’d really been malfunctioning?

Uh hello, dark!Sophie opportunity sitting right in front of you.

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I want to feel you baby.

I want to experience every corner of your soul.

To look through the drawers of your brain.

Find everything possible, pros and cons.

I want to play card with your thoughts.

Drink a cup of tea with your mind.

Introduce me to your emotions, I will be good to them.

Show me what is deep down in your soul.

Your voice works like the most powerful spell, doesn’t let me forget and makes me trembling.

Your body is wonderful. Just like that, perfectly imperfect.

Your heart beating is the most delightful music.

You smell so familiar, as if I always knew that lovely scent.

Please let me drown in depth of your eyes everyday.

I want to experience every inch of you.

I don’t know if we already met each other or we have it ahead of us.

But I know that you are somewhere

And our souls can’t wait.



By @0-anything-0

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2:57pm:

I went through four friend groups last year. Four.
The first was my almost step sister (we will use that title as a well fitting acronym, ASS). Almost because our parents aren’t married yet but seem to be possibly reaching that point. We were set up by our parents because she is a girl and I’m homosexual (can I make it anymore obvious?). She has bipolar and a lot of anger issues she blasts off with when drunk. The final straw was at Mardi Gras (gay pride event) where, after a night of me having so much fun and us both being with these people that we met on the train there, she wanted to go home. As we were walking to where her boyfriend was picking us up, ASS decided to start going off about how shit the new friends we made were, and then how she had such a shit night - when she seemed to enjoy herself, we even met HER friends at the club too - and then started having something shit to say about me. I don’t let anyone talk about me how she did when it’s not true. She just started basically abusing me. So, I stopped talking to her. End of story.
I left the second one because they constantly skipped over songs that I’d choose in a voice chat (Discord). They also said that I was making jokes that were closer than my friendship with them - in other words, I couldn’t make jokes other people were making because I didn’t know them like that (after being friends with them for at least a month or two). I honestly felt like I wasn’t even there, as if I were a ghost.
The third one is more of a two separate group thing… they were both an online thing, where I was in these groups on Discord (once again, group chat) and, this time, they both featured one or two people who wanted to be center of attention. Both times did I have to leave because those “powerhouses” started fights with me and said the wrong things and purely destroyed me and my confidence. I didn’t get any backup since those “powerhouses” had convinced everyone around me that I’m the bad person and, clearly, because I’m the new person of the group, it’s more believable to trust the one who was there longer.
The fourth was a friend I met through my almost-step sister. I met this guy and, through him I met a girl named Lulu (not a real name of course). Lulu was married and going through an abusive marriage and would tend to take it out on one of us. The final straw for me was when she wanted me to stop cock-blocking her, let her have my guy friend alone in a room because she wanted to do stuff - he just wanted to sleep - and then tell me not to drive home that night because she knew he would want to go home when I did. Then, she proceeded to keep the music so loud in the house that I couldn’t hear anything that night and then she’d get upset when I told her to turn it down. So I sat on my phone, which she didn’t like, and just spent most of the night drinking and texting. I did stop her multiple times on the cock-block topic because I knew my guy friend just wanted to sleep. The last thing she said to me that night was that she won’t invite me to anymore parties, and that everyone had to get out of the house (that she invited us for a sleepover) because she “wasn’t feeling well”. I never talked to her since… and, with that, no one else in that friend group talked to me since. So, I deleted them all.

Four friend groups ended in one year. The first in March, the two parter at the same time in May, the third in July, and the fourth in September.

Now I’m in a new year, in a new friend group with Tee and everyone else but like I’m starting to feel left out already.
Tee called Nah yesterday and asked what he was up to. Nah said that he was going to have a solo night… sure. Snapchat said otherwise. Nah got with Bri and they went out (or stayed at his, hard to tell) but… so much for a solo night.
Anyway, being nice, I decided to just say to him to let me know next time when he’s gonna hang out because I want to join. He said “ok”. Cool.
I was going to be salty and put on my snapchat story an indirect message to him saying “so much for a solo night” but, instead, only decided to be mild spice and say “There is a lot I want to say but I know it would start threatening connections.” because it would. If I said something - like I did the last four times - I wouldn’t be in a friend group. So, hopefully if they do see that snapchat indirect, they’ll not think too much about it since it is so loosely related to whatever they could try to come up with.

Sometimes I think to myself, why do I have to have friends? Then I remember it is because if I sit with myself, I lose my mind.

4:03pm:

Turns out that Lozza (a friend I made through the current friend group on New Years Eve) is going through it. She feels like she was replaced by someone “shiny and new”: Bri.

I feel for Lozza, though, because Nah’s been her friend for ages… and then Bri has been Tee’s friend for ages too… and with the argument between Tee and Lur, and the fact that Lozza knows that Nah has been unresponsive to her… it’s like these two good people, Lozza and Tee, have lost their greatest friends to an “upgrade” - and I use “upgrade” in quotations because everyone is becoming as shit as each other.

I don’t know what is going on between Nah and Lozza, though, but all I know is that he’s now hanging with Bri and Lozza feels like he just doesn’t care for her anymore.
So, I’m doing what I know best and supporting those who deserve it; just like Tee, I’m giving Lozza the chance to air out her grievances to refresh herself, and then I’m telling her that she deserves better so she can be happier once the trash is taken out.

Honey, the bin man comes every day in this modern world and if you’re out on the side of the road before someone comes back to get you, you’re gone.

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Every total institution can be seen as a kind of dead sea in which little islands of vivid, encapturing activity appear. Such activity can help the individual withstand the psychological stress usually engendered by assaults upon the self. (Goffman, 1961: 68)

Accounts of prison life consistently describe a culture of mutual mistrust, fear, aggression and barely submerged violence. Often too, they explain how prisoners adapt to this environment – in men’s prisons, at least – by putting on emotional ‘masks’ of ‘fronts’ of masculine bravado which hide their vulnerabilities and deter the aggression of their peers. This article does not contest the truth of such descriptions, but argues that they provide a partial account of the prison’s emotional world. Most importantly, for current purposes, they fail to describe the way in which prisons have a distinctive kind of emotional geography, with zones in which certain kinds of emotional feelings and displays are more or less acceptable. In this article, we argue that these ‘emotion zones’, which cannot be characterised either as ‘frontstage’ or ‘backstage’ domains, enable the display of a wider range of feelings than elsewhere in the prison. Their existence represents a challenge to depictions of prisons as environments that are unwaveringly sterile, unfailingly aggressive, or emotionally undifferentiated.

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Whenever I get annoyed I always try to take a step back and see into the future to see if it’s a even worth an emotional response, and the majority of the time it’s definitely not. That makes me feel in control again

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Feeling so empty like every feeling every emotion has been pulled out of me.


January’17 4:16am

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Listening To Music - 16/01/2021

I love music and always have, I kind of see it as a bit of a soundtrack to my life. I love to listen to music that reflects my different moods. As a teenager I listened to a lot of sad and emotion envoking music - usually music that reflected sadness or anger.

I now listen to most music genres and enjoy the feelings it induces - happiness, sadness, music to dance to. I’ve always enjoyed listening to the lyrics of songs and especially if they resonate with me or give me a meaning, if that makes sense.

I do find that some of the music and songs I listened to during difficult periods of my life growing up are harder to listen to because they remind me of those times and I can picture where I was and remember how I felt. At the same time sometimes I like to listen if I’m feeling nostalgic about things because of this. I’ve often in life had favourite songs that I listened to on repeat over and over.

I find that soundtracks to films or television shows I enjoy I love to listen to because they make me feel something or resonate feelings inside me. I love to learn lyrics and sing along to songs, despite being told my whole life I can’t sing, which is most likely true!

I just love music I guess but these are just some of my random thoughts on the subject.

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120 Reasons Why I Love You:


I love the way you look at me.


You make me feel like I’m the only person in the world.


With you I can be myself.


I love you because we are family and friends at the same time.


When we’re together, all my problems disappear.


You make my heart smile.


You know me better than I know myself..


You are always willing to help me accomplish my goals.


You have the smoothest skin. I could spend hours just watching and caressing it.


You make me smile when nobody else can.


You have taught me the true meaning of love.


Because I miss you… even when you’re in the next room.


Because when I’m hurt, you help clean me up and bandage me and kiss and make it better. 


You’re always there for me, no matter what.

• I love when we walk down the street in the rain, and you hold the umbrella above me so I don’t get wet.

• You let me be myself and you encourage me to find more of myself.

• You are truthful and vulnerable with me.

• You encourage me after I feel like I’ve failed.

• You make me feel like I can get through anything, as long as I have you.

• You sacrifice and work so hard, without even realizing that you are.

• You love my family, even though they’re crazy!

• You take care of me and spoil me when I’m sick.

• You always make time for just the two of us.

• Because you are determined to make this relationship work.

• Because you help me see negative things differently.

• Because when you laugh it makes me laugh!

• We understand each other so well. 

• Your arms feel more like home than any house ever did.

• You have an inner strength that helps keep me calm when my life is in chaos.

• You always keep your promises. 

• You help me understand technology, without being condescending. 

• You have the ability to comfort me simply by your touch.

• You always apologize first, no matter who’s wrong. 

• Because you are so sexy and I can’t believe I get to call you mine.

• Because you always swap the wet towels for dry ones when you know I’m showering after you.

• Because when things don’t go as planned, you roll with it, instead of getting stressed.

• You always believe in me and inspire me.

• I can always talk to you.

• You give me massages. 

• Because I can see how much you love being there for me. 

• I love you because you picked me.

• Your eyes smile when you laugh.

• You kiss me goodbye when I’m still asleep in the morning.

• You let me pick the movie. 

• You are sweeter than my favorite dessert.

• You love me even when I’m being horrible and hard to be around. 

• Because you always treat everyone well. 

• We’re so different and yet so the same. 

• You are doing everything to become a better person for yourself and for us.

• You make an effort with my friends and family, because you know how much they mean to me.

• I love how you put so much thought into everything you do for me.

• You have an innate ability to protect and take care of me.

• I love you because you gave me the gift of yourself. 

• You make me a better person.

• I love you every time you reach across our bed to pull me close to you.

• Because you make me feel special.

• You have a gentle and calming voice that soothes me when I’m upset.

• The day I met you, I found my missing piece.

• Because I can be myself around you.

• Because you trust me unconditionally.

• You are always pushing me to be better and my biggest fan in all that I do.

• You make all of my dreams come true, no matter how small they are.

• You make me laugh so hard that I spit my drink out!

• Your willingness always to try new things make my life full of adventures.

• You are always kind to other people, even if they don’t deserve it.

• Because I can’t imagine life without you. 

• You know the secret, little things that cheer me up and make me happy.

• You only seem to notice my strengths and always have confidence in me.

• You don’t just tell me you love me, you show me.

• You know how to cheer me up when I’m sad.

• You care deeply about my success and my happiness.

• You never give up on me, even when I’m at my worst.

• You turn on the seat warmer in the car for me.

• You follow me and you push me.

• You’re smart and dedicated to your job.

• You always have an idea of something fun to do.

• You make me feel completely cherished and adored.

• You care about the people around you. 

• You are patient and loving with those close to you. 

• You always tip. 

• You’re always there when I need a shoulder to cry on.

• You are smoking hot!

• I love your snuggles.

• You may not always agree with my decisions but you always trust me to make them. 

• I love that you ask about my day.

• You have the courage to chase your dreams. 

• You still give me butterflies.

• You tell great stories. 

• You are great at giving people compliments. 

• You’re cute when you’re grumpy.

• I love that your hand fits perfectly with mine.

• I love that I get to go through life with you.

• When we go places together, you pitch in to make the trips easier and more fun. 

• We spend lots of time talking about decisions we need to make together.

• You tell me why you love me. 

• You’ll do my chores when you know I’ve had a bad day. 

• When I do your chores or pick up the slack around the house, you always noticed.

• You are my very best friend in the whole world.

• You always open the car door for me.

• You make the dark a little less scary.

• You’re the calm in the storm.

• You make me feel so safe.

• I love how you’re able to make me laugh, even when the situation shouldn’t be funny.

• You are everything I never knew I needed.

• I love that you let me cuddle up REALLY close to you… even when you’re overheating.

• You hold my hand in movies. 

• When you’re a guest in someone’s home you always eat what they’ve prepared, even if you’re not a huge fan. 

• You give up your seat for the elderly. 

• You’re not afraid to be silly with me. 

• You’re always saving funny memes on your phone to show me later because you want me to laugh too.

• I love that you make my fears melt away.

• When you talk to people you’re focused on them. 

• You put other’s needs before your own.

• Your kisses make me weak in the knees.

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<div> —  Annie Sullivan, <i>A Touch of Gold</i> </div><span>What I feel every time I look at him – the uptick in my pulse, the blush in my cheeks – that is real. That is more powerful than any curse could ever be.</span>
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<div> —  RCap.writing<br> </div><span>Just because you’re unsure if you’ve ever felt love before does not deem you incapable of it.</span>
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The purpose of becoming self-aware is so that you no longer allow any thought, action, or emotion you don’t want to experience to pass by your awareness.

-Breaking the Habit of Being Yourself

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