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starlightshadowsworld · 16 hours

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Bsd except Atsushi was taken into the Port Mafia by the Old Boss.

After being given the cue to begin from Mori, Hirotsu starts his tale.

"About a decade or so ago, a couple who were quite high up in the Port Mafia ended up betraying us. The details I don't know of, but for whatever reason the Ex Boss took it personally."

It wasn't unusual. The Old Boss tended to deal with traitors first hand rather than leave it to his underlings. It definitely made the man terrifying. But taking it so personally was odd.

"They bargained with him. You see they had a son who possessed powerful ability. It worked, the Ex Boss was impressed with it and sparred them with the trade being he kept their kid."

Hirotsu took out his lighter and lit his cigarette.

"The Ex Boss grew to adore him, the kid was basically his son. Atsushi Nakajima was the crown jewel of the Port Mafia.

He was a good kid you would think he was bathed in light. And yet there was a darkness to him. He was as vicious and cold as he was kind and warm."

Mori raised an eyebrow.

"If he was so special, how is it I haven't heard of him?"

Hirotsu sighed "well, like I said the kids ability was powerful. But he couldn't quite control it, we had our measures and things in place of course. But as the Ex Boss started to sick, he became afraid of Atsushi."

He shook his head frowning.

"The kid he loved like his own was now a monster in his eyes. He locked Atsushi down underground, under more security that we have for Q. Forbade anyone for even mentioning his name, it was like the kid never existed."

Mori was intrigued by that "and was this extra security warranted or was it simply paranoia."

"It wasn't at first, Atsushi wouldn't have hurt any ally and especially not the Ex Boss."

Hirotsu knew, because even when Atsushi was fully transformed he remembered the scent and smell of his allies. He'd never attacked them, not unless they stepped out of line.

"But the longer he stayed down there... Any love Atsushi had for the Ex Boss turned into hate. The Ex Boss come taunt him, torture him and betrate him. Eventually the he got too sick to go down there."

Dazai hummed, sitting up in his chair. "And I'm guessing he's still down there?" Hirotsu nodded "I think the plan was to slowly starve him. But his caretakers continued their jobs, I've been down and he's still there."

Mori nodded "so you think he'd be a useful addition to the Port Mafia?" Mori already knew the answer of course but he wanted to hear it.

"Definitely. Atsushi never quite had a home before us, he values this city as his. His to protect, his to take care off. It's what convinced him to start taking training seriously.

It didn't fit the Ex Boss's vision, but I know he'll fit yours sir."

And that, that was all Mori needed but they chatted a bit longer. On exactly what this ability was, and it definitely was quite impressive.

Who knew he'd find a diamond below his feet?

"So my old man is dead? Did he suffer?" Asked Atsushi, watching as Mori approached his cell. He was standing, the chain around his neck taunt but he didn't seem bothered by it.

"He did, right go the end. I would know, I killed him myself."

Atsushi's look of shock turned into a chuckle. "So you did. So what do I get for choosing you hmm?" He sounded relaxed but there was hidden malice in his voice.

"Time out your cage, and the ability to protect this city as you wish." Said Mori. Atsushi looked at him in suprise, than smiled at that last part.

Hmm someone who cared more for this city than their own wellbeing, oh Atsushi definitely would be useful to the Port Mafia.

"I can do that, could also share some tales of dear old dad. He's got secrets buried in these walls." Said Atsushi nonchalantly and it was Mori's turn to chuckle.

"I can do that, so Atsushi Nakajima what do you say?"

Atsushi lowered himself onto one knee. "I swear my life, my blood and my loyalty to this organisation. I will be it's eyes, it's ears and it's executioner as you see fit all in the name of protecting Yokohama."

"Welcome to the Port Mafia, Atsushi Nakajima."

#bsd atsushi #atsushi nakajima #bsd mori #mori ougai #bsd hirotsu #hirotsu ryuurou #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs #bsd

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tubbytarchia · 3 months

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To all the nosy neighbour enjoyers, thank you for being that. Anyway here's my propaganda!! Just some of my favorite moments tee hee

Sorry if my BigB looks weird (I tried really hard :( ) I'll pretend that that's intentional given my rabbit hybrid BigB thoughts under cut:

I made a little post about this before but basically BigB has such rabbit behavior:

1. Cannot help but keep burying himself underground like it's his natural habitat (seriously he comes back on ground to build a house on a mountain and then immediately makes an elaborate underground hideout again. Or how he built backrooms in SL and kept retreating there. Or how he was literally underground when he ran into Pearl, for Pearl to inform him that it was night time and BigB immediately wanting to retreat back underground. Or how he was underground for almost the entire "red winter is coming" session. Or)

2. Often fidgety around others

3. Constantly cautious but doesn't let nervousness show if there is any

4. More prone to keeping distance and watching rather than engaging

Idk he is extremely prey animal behavior (positive, affectionate) and I can never see him as anything but a rabbit now. I considered giving him rabbit legs too but then I was like nah. Because I think him having weird rabbit posture in a mostly human body contributes some inherent awkwardness and a bit of uncannines (fitting with his gaslighting tendencies). After all he's kind of out of his element above ground (or that's how he acts!) and that's when people are going to be seeing him. But just you wait till he stands tall for a change to tell someone off (like Cleo in SL or Scott in LimL). And with such posture, he inadvertently makes himself look smaller, which certainly would help him weasel his way out of undesired situations like he often does, eg by talking people into pitying him to save himself from dying. I'd also like to imagine him to be smart enough to manipulate his rabbit ears to not betray how he's feeling or to make others think he's feeling a certain way, unless he feels particularly threatened or something. That's maybe half the appeal of animal ears to me, that they can be an added tool for emoting, but a hybrid moving them in deliberate ways is a fun concept!

Oh and he has caving boots!!

I do kind of seethingly hate how he looks with his ears drawn back but I did the best I could. I really hate having human ears in addition to animal ears personally, but if I put his ears any further up where they'd look cuter (Pearl's antennae for comparision) it'll look really weird. Aghh whatever he's supposed to be awkward so whatever please ignore it Im going to cry

Also if you think the old design is cuter, it's almost certainly because of the lesser facial hair lol trust me!! And I changed the curly hair to be a bit less curly in likeness to Lee from Walking Dead because I did not realize that BigB's skin is basically that and I couldn't help myself. I was overall really unhappy with my old BigB design so yay for redesign. I swear its not just animal features that make things interesting for me...... maybe somewhat....

#thank you guys for voting big/pearl over big/grian I actually didnt think itd happen (Grian curse) (I LOVE Grian and the secret soulmates!!)#bigb #bigb fanart #pearlescentmoon #nosy neighbors #limited life fanart #not drawn with shipping in mind view as you wish #also I hope to god no one interprets the “He's mine” thing as yandere Pearl please do not do that thats not what that is #she's just protective. it's her first real friend since double life cut her some slack #trafficblr #tubby art

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myheartalivewrites · 4 months

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(Some of) My favourite fics of 2023

2023! What a year, eh? Jesus fucking Christ.

There's no way I can start this list without making a huge caveat: unlike last year, I have NOT read all the RWRB fics that have come out in 2023, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all. There's just been SO MUCH, and I have in no way kept up.

Anyway. These are my favourite things that I HAVE read. Rules (because who am I if not an extremely organised rule follower?): fic has to have been published in 2023; no more than one per author (some of you gave me real trouble here). Last year I only let myself put five fics on the list, this year I’ve been slightly more generous. Here we go:

muscle memory by @dumbpeachjuice: (E, ~30k) pining while fucking so good it makes me a little bit insane.

Going Platinum by @cricketnationrise: (E, ~20k) OMG the camboy!Alex AU I never knew I needed.

With so much of my heart (that none is left to protest) by @kiwiana-writes: (E, ~65k) Shakespearean actors goodness!

Sweetheart Grips by @orestespdf: (E, ~13k) I am a little bit in love with trans Alex.

coyote ugly series (part 1 part 2) by @smc-27: (E, ~12k) *the rules are being bent, no one look over here. I'm already screaming at myself for not choosing the tennis AU or the stripper!Henry entry* Pining that's worth its weight in gold.

Taste the Way You Bleed by @cha-melodius: (T, ~4k) *again it pains me to not go with spy bois or cheesemonger Henry* The Halloween Huh! fic that nearly ended me in the best way. So funny I could scream.

The Edge of Glory by @historicallysam (T, ~10k) fantastic post-canon exploration of: what if Alex got asked to back into politics, after they've had a kid?

a rich and complex tapestry by @everwitch-magiks (E, ~9k) Henry hosts a radio show about sex and relationships, Alex fucks his way through his bisexual crisis. Delightful.

And of course I couldn’t leave out these babies I helped birth (gross, I beta read them):

Underground by @zwiazdziarka: (T, ~4k) If you love Labyrinth (and Henry in tights, which--who doesn't!) then I've got the fic for you!

why are you googling vampires? by @daisymae-12: (E, ~14k) vampire Henry goodness starring Twilight obsessed Alex

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As for my favourite out of my own fics, I'm gonna go for an outlier: Down by the Water, I Saw You (E, ~63k). I love all my fics, and the numbers on some of the post-August 11 fics speak for themselves, but this one has my heart. The journey from sad/angry exes to trusting each other again and getting over all the past hurts; to being able to dig into their hearts and find that love that they'd both buried but never managed to get rid of. I wrote it because it was what I wanted to read and it still kills me. Of all my fics, it's the one I miss the most.

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Thanks to all of you who've read my stuff, everyone who’s sent a nice comment or message my way; everyone who started reading RWRB fic this year, everyone who watched the film then found the book then turned to ao3 because they needed MORE. I know the feeling. What a ride it's been.

#rwrb fic rec #rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb fanfic #rwrb fics #firstprince #rwrb fanfiction #about me #ao3 wrapped #firstprince fic #2023 wrapped

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doniveatry · 4 months

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No one ever believes or imagines that they will no longer be able to see the love of their life. Because, even if you say you are ready for it if one day it happens. We are never ready.

I never was.

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the white ceiling of the hospital, the curtains were closed but the light of the cloudy day still came in. I knew that after this all there would be was chaos. But... I foolishly thought he would be there. Holding my hand when I woke up.

I never imagined a life without him, because that didn't exist.

Denji sobbed on the side of my bed, a muffled, dry, emotionless sob.

I looked at him with fear even though my body felt numb. I looked in the room for his black hair between those two blonde hairs, but it wasn't there. "Where is he here?" I asked, now aware that I had an IV in my hand.

Denji looked up. Biting his lower lip without saying a single word. And I asked again. “Where is he?” Power looked down at me, curled up against the bed near my feet.

She spoke. “Don't be angry..” I was about to get out of bed when I heard the door to the hospital room open and I could see the red-haired woman enter.

I walk at a slow pace, killing myself with every step, the heel of his shoe echoes in the uncertainty of my silence. Power and Denji acted silently and simply walked away, leaving us alone. There, with her there.

—Hayakawa. —She began once sitting on the stool next to the bed, casually observing the polish on her nails. —Hayakawa died.—

Makima had looked up for a moment, over her bangs and her thick eyelashes that fluttered so often to make him fall for her charms. I never knew if it was love or admiration that he felt for her, but there it was.

My heart clenched as my breathing became labored. —Oh and don't worry, although it has left us a lot of work, we already solved it.—

I turned my face to the opposite side where she was, I didn't want her to see me feel miserable. He was not there.

A lump tightened my throat while my lip trembled, I still did not have complete sensitivity in my body and I could not move. The hiccups and choking didn't take long to come as I felt trapped in that hospital room with the curtains closed.

A cold ran through my body as I was bursting into tears. I could never tell him that I loved him. I thought I would see him that same afternoon as we had agreed. That he would resign and we would escape there.

But it was no longer there.

Makima smiled as she got up from her seat, she didn't seem to care about trying to comfort me or something, she reached the window and opened the curtains, letting in the little light that came in due to the thick clouds that covered the sky.—Oh! Look, it's snowing!

Was this what it felt like to lose someone?...

[...]

The following days my recovery was progressive. Even though they forced me to take the pills I had to take, because I refused to take them, I kept going.

We couldn't offer him a proper funeral. They told us they needed his body as proof, proof of what? The government probably wanted to keep it because it was already in possession.

Was he still human when he died?

Or have you suffered? According to Denji, who witnessed his death, he claimed that he was very emotional and said nonsense that he was happy to play with him.

But still every night I torment myself, is this how we end? buried? I don't want them to lock him underground. He wouldn't have liked it. Much less being under observation with scientists. Or worse, burned somewhere.

Even though his last moments alive were hell, he still didn't deserve it. He was just a kid who took care of other kids.

Every night, after tormenting myself and after losing sleep, I remember it.

Him smoking on the balcony, always turning his back on me, not letting me go out with him because he wanted me to live longer, or not letting me help him bandage himself when some contract with his demons required pieces of meat.

But what was always there was the feeling that at any moment he would return and open the door of the house, announcing himself and being happily received.

He was always there, because I refused to accept that he was no longer there.

#aki hayakawa #Englishisnotmyfirstlanguage!#hayakawa aki #aki x reader #csm aki #chainsaw man denji #aki hayakawa x reader #chaisawman #csm x reader #csm manga #aki chainsaw man

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ursnottrulywatermelon · 8 months

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POV: the break up

Notes from me: I’ve been listening to Blue Jeans a lot while writing this one. Always wanna write about breakups, I would picture reader and Wick will have a good ending in the end, but along the way it would be a bumpy road for sure.

(I didn’t proofread but) Enjoy!

⚠️ angst

The room felt heavy with unspoken words as you faced him, emotions tangled and hearts aching. The ties that had once bound you two were fraying, torn apart by his past and the weight of your feelings.

His eyes held a mixture of determination and regret, a reflection of the decisions he had to make. You knew that he was trying to protect you, trying to shield you from the darkness that consumed his world. But with every wound and scar that marred his body, the pain etched itself deeper into your heart.

"I can't do this anymore," the words escaped your lips, trembling with a mixture of frustration and vulnerability. The increase of battles, the constant fear of losing him, it had taken a toll on your spirit. You couldn't bear the thought of watching him hurt, of feeling helpless as he faced danger again and again.

He reached out, his hand hovering in the space between you, a silent plea for understanding. "I want out, I want to end these ties," he finally admitted, his voice heavy with the weight of his confession. "For you, for us."

Tears welled in your eyes as you listened, your heart torn between the love you felt for him and the pain of the reality you both faced. In his determination to cut ties with the underground world, he had inadvertently wounded your heart.

"I can't stand watching you get hurt, John," your voice quivered, the frustration and sadness spilling over. “Every time you left, I don’t know if you will ever come back again. I have to keep telling myself that you will be ok, you will be back.”

 “But I saw the scars, the wounds, although you never told me anything, I can see how they are building up on your body…. I can’t do this anymore.”

"I can't stand feeling so powerless."

He stepped closer, his touch gentle against your cheek as he wiped away a tear. "I never wanted this for you," he whispered, his voice laced with regret.

As your gaze met his, there was an understanding that transcended words. It was a shared acknowledgment of the pain that had brought you to this point, the pain that had made this decision necessary. The love between you was real, but so were the dangers that lurked in the shadows, threatening to tear you apart.

The storm outside raged on, mirroring the storm within you. The pain of the decision was palpable, the ache of love mingling with the ache of letting go. You had become entwined in each other's lives, two souls navigating a world that demanded sacrifice.

And then, as if the storm within had reached its climax, you felt a surge of emotions overwhelming you. A meltdown of frustration, fear, and love erupted, tears streaming down your face as you cried out in anguish. The weight of it all, the impossible choices, the raw vulnerability, it all came crashing down.

He held you, his arms wrapping around you as you trembled against him. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm against the tempest of emotions.

He made a choice.

With a heavy heart, he decided to leave, to end ties with the underground world.

And then he was gone.

As the door closed behind him, the weight of his absence settled over you like a suffocating shroud. The once-familiar space felt emptier, colder, as if the warmth he had brought with him had been sucked away with every step he took. You stood there, but then, as if your legs had lost their strength, you sank to the ground. Your body crumpled, and you found yourself on the floor, your arms wrapped around your knees, buried your head deep. Your heart aching with a pain you never anticipated, a pain that clawed at the edges of your consciousness.

It was as if a piece of you had been torn away. 

Tears dripped onto your knees, each drop a testament to the emotions that surged within you.

 Memories of his touch, his unwavering gaze, they all rushed back, washing over you in waves of bittersweet nostalgia.

 The apartment seemed to hold memories of him at every turn. A discarded jacket slung over a chair, a coffee cup bearing his fingerprints, the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air—it was all a testament to the love you had shared. Was it all just a fleeting dream? The way he had looked at you, the way his touch had set your heart ablaze—had any of it been real?

Was that dream, was he a dream？

Each corner held a memory, a whisper of laughter, a stolen moment of tenderness. It was as if the walls themselves held the secrets of your shared history, a silent witness to the intensity of your emotions.

Was he really gone? Could you ever go back to the way things were before he walked into your life? What just happened?  

The rain had subsided, leaving behind a world washed clean, ready for a new beginning. Tomorrow will be another day.

#john wick x reader #john wick x fem!reader

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sequinsmile-x · 1 year

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Alacrity

It was Mother’s Day here, but it wasn’t back at home.

-x-

I don't know why I thought the poll I did would have any other result than doing a Mother's Day fic today and when it's Mother's Day in the US haha

So here is your first Mother's Day fic of the season. You'll be mad at me for the first couple of minutes hehe

-x-

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Warnings: None!

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

March, she thought, was a strange month. On the cusp of two seasons, the weather was unpredictable. Cold with the wind biting at your ears one day, and a textbook spring day the next. Warmth that you could feel on your face if you stood in the sun for long enough, a sure sign of all the new beginnings to come.

Emily wonders if anywhere was stranger than London.

She sighs as she’s jostled on the underground, the train busy despite it being a Sunday, and she finds herself yet again asking herself why she ever answered Clyde’s calls. As she steps out onto the street she’s hit by cool air, the almost suppressive heat from the train dissipating, but she smiles as she walks towards the Interpol building. Clyde offered her a car, although caveated that it would take some time because it was Mother’s Day, so she’d decided she would make her own way over.

It was Mother’s Day here, but it wasn’t back at home. She shakes the thought off, knowing it would make her emotional, tears something she didn’t want to shed.

Clyde has the audacity to smirk at her as she walks into his office, as if she hadn’t trekked across a city for him on what was supposed to be her day off.

“Darling,” he says, his smirk widening as she glares at him, “You made it.”

“Can we get this over with, Clyde?” She asks, taking a seat facing his desk.

“Oh,” he replies, leaning forward on his desk, his hands clasped together, “You are grumpy.”

“Clyde, I swear to God-”

“What, you had plans today did you?”

She rolls her eyes at him and crosses her arms over her chest, “I was going to go have some breakfast, and then maybe go to the Tower of London.”

He chuckles at her, “Quite the little tourist aren’t you?”

She laughs, shaking her head, embarrassment that feels misplaced spreading through her, tinging her cheeks pink. She’d grown up without roots, always somewhere new, leaving whenever a place felt familiar. She’d never felt as if she could explore a place as a visitor, never had the chance to look at a city and wonder what it would be like to live there because she already had the answer. It was different now she had a home, somewhere she belonged, and it allowed her to enjoy travel in a way she hadn’t thought she ever would.

Even if it was for work.

“Well, I am here for a whole week by myself, I had to do something with my time off.”

Clyde winks at her, always insistent on trying to flirt with her even after all this time, “Just think, if you’d taken me up on my job offer all those years ago this would be your home.”

For a second, she’d almost taken him up on it. Fear and adrenaline from the bank explosion coursing through her, her body practically vibrating with it as she stepped outside, briefly wondering if she should just leave. Then she’d spotted Aaron. He’d wrapped his arms tightly around her, rushing over and pulling her into a hug that left no doubt in the rest of the team's minds about their relationship. A secret they had kept for months in rubble at their feet, just like the building behind them.

Fear had almost made her leave. Her past constantly chasing her. Visible in every dark corner. But love made her stay. Love for Aaron, for his son. Her future a bright light that reminded her that her monsters were dead and buried, no longer hiding in the shadows.

She looks down at her hands in her lap, at the wedding rings that shone in the bright lights of Clyde’s office.

“Well,” she says, smiling at him like she did every time he brought it up, “I would have been giving up a lot more than a job if I had.”

He hums, barely hiding a smile before he leans back in his chair, “You can go.”

It takes a moment for his words to sink in, and she frowns at him, her eyebrows knitting together, “What?”

“The issue rather resolved itself,” he says, shrugging nonchalantly, “Sorry you wasted your time coming down here.”

She clenches her teeth and clears her throat, “You couldn’t have called me?” She asks, staring at him, irritation licking at her insides, “Told me to turn back around, go back to my very comfortable bed in my hotel room?”

“You were on the underground,” he smirks, “You would have had no service. You go home on Tuesday?”

She shakes her head as she stands up, “Yes, I do. I’ve got an early flight, so tomorrow is your last chance if you need me for anything else.”

“Until next time of course,” he says, eyes fixed on her as she walks towards his office door.

“You’ll be lucky if I ever answer the phone again,” she quips, and she hears him laugh behind her, “See you next time, Clyde.”

“Do thank that husband of yours for letting us borrow you,” he replies, and she flips him off over her shoulder, smiling to herself as his laughter increases.

If she’d turned back, she would have seen the fond smile on his face.

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Emily sighs as she walks back into her hotel suite, ensuring the door is closed behind her. She takes a sip of her coffee and freezes when she hears a sound that comes from one of the bedrooms. She turns slowly, staying quiet as she places her coffee down on the side. Her fingers twitch for the gun she doesn’t have on her hip, her weapon left all the way at home back in DC. She swallows thickly and takes a moment to gather herself, trying to reassure herself that it would likely just be housekeeping, before she calls out.

“Hello? Who’s there?”

There’s a beat of silence, and then one of the doors swings open, followed by an all too familiar voice.

“Surprise!”

She’s hit full force by Jack running at her, the young boy wrapping his arms tightly around her. She hugs him back just as fiercely, choking on a laugh as it escapes her.

“Jack!” She exclaims, leaning down to kiss the top of his head, “What are you doing here?”

“We thought we’d surprise you.”

She stands up straight to see her husband walk into view, their two-year-old daughter on his hip. Olivia reaches out for her as soon as she’s within reach, her tiny hands grasping for her mother.

“Mama!”

“Hi sweet girl,” she says, pulling her daughter into her arms. She presses a fierce kiss into her hair, feeling a tension she hadn’t realised was in her chest easing at the familiar weight against her, “Mommy missed you,” she kisses Olivia’s head once more before smiling down at Jack, ruffling his hair with her spare hand, “I missed both of you.”

It was the longest she’d been away since she’d had Olivia, the longest she’d ever been away from her daughter. She’d almost turned Clyde’s request for help down because of it, but Aaron had gently encouraged her. Told her to go as she would have without a second thought a few years ago.

“What about me?”

She looks at her husband, her eyes drifting over his polo shirt, the way the muscles in his arms shifted under his skin as he puts his hands on his hips. She smiles at him, her lips sinking into her lower lip as she adjusts her hold on their daughter.

“I guess I missed you too,” she replies, her smirk giving way to a smile as he raises an eyebrow at her as he closes the gap between them. He leans in to kiss her, and she chases him as he pulls back, stamping another kiss to his lips, “What are you doing here?”

He shrugs as if the answer was obvious, “It’s Mother’s Day.”

“We brought you presents. And cards!” Jack explains, his excitement clear.

She looks back at Aaron and shakes her head, “Honey…”

He senses her confusion, her inability to understand why he’d fly their family to come to see her when she was due home in a few days anyway. As if she wasn’t the glue that held them all together, the very thing that made them what they were.

“Jack,” he says, gaining his son’s attention as he takes Olivia from Emily, placing the little girl down on the ground next to her brother, “Take your sister into your room, and why don’t you help her pick out her outfit for today? We’ll go out for lunch soon. Mom and I will be in to help her change in a minute.”

Jack nods, taking his little sister's hand, “Come on Livvy,” he says, walking slowly enough for the toddler to walk in tandem with him, “That’s Daddy’s way of saying the grown-ups need some time alone.”

Emily laughs at that, her heart swelling in her chest as she watches her children walk towards the spare bedroom that had been empty her entire time in London. Aaron chuckles too, shaking his head as he meets his wife's eyes.

“He gets that from you, you know,” he says, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her properly into his embrace, “He had nowhere near as much attitude before you moved in.”

She smiles, and she links her hands behind his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, “You love it,” she replies, scratching at the back of his head with her blunt nails, “Aaron…”

“We wanted to come, Em,” he says, his hand firm on her lower back as he pulls her closer, a fond smile on his face, “The kids were insistent on it. Livvy especially.”

“Oh,” she says, smiling widely at him, “Our two-year-old insisted you all boarded a trans-Atlantic flight just two days before I was due home?”

“She was very vocal about it,” he quips, leaning in to kiss her again, enjoying having her back in his arms after a week apart. Emily hums in response, “Besides, Clyde let us use one of the jets.”

She scoffs as it all slides into place. Clyde’s insistence she trekked across town to see him, only to send her back almost immediately. He was buying Aaron time to sneak into her hotel.

“That bast-”

“Little ears in the next room, sweetheart,” he says, a smile spreading over his face that lets her know he’s proud of himself, “He called me the first day you were here,” he explains, running his hand up and down her back, “Something about you looking more miserable than he’d ever seen you. And that that was saying something.”

“Ce bâtard moralisateur.”

“Em.”

“Neither of the kids speaks French, Aaron.”

“Neither do I,” he jokes, pressing a kiss to her cheek, “But even I know that wasn’t a compliment.”

She laughs and then nods. She bites her lower lip, her joy at seeing him, at seeing all of them, bubbling under her skin, “It’s still a long way to come just to see me.”

Aaron frowns at her and moves one of his hands from her back to cup her cheek, holding her in place so he can look at her properly, “You’re our favourite person, Em,” he says seriously, the previous teasing nature of their conversation nowhere to be found, “We’d all travel all the way across the world to see you if we needed to.”

She doesn’t know what to say to that. Somehow, even after all this time, still taken aback when he said something so open. So full of affection it makes her old tactics of running scream at her from deep inside where she’d buried them long again. It’s fleeting, barely a second before she lets herself enjoy the feeling of being in his embrace, the muffled sounds of their children talking through the thin hotel room wall. She simply nods before she leans in to kiss him, stamping her lips against his twice before she pulls back and rests her forehead against his.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replies, “What were your plans for today? It is Mother’s Day after all, so it only seems fair that you decide.”

She beams at him, “Well, I was going to eat and then go to the Tower of London,” she scrunches her nose up, “Although with the kids with us that might not be-”

“You’re kidding right?” He cuts over her, smiling widely, “Jack is a 10-year-old boy, going somewhere like that is a dream come true. And Livvy will likely sleep in the stroller all afternoon anyway because of the time difference.”

She nods, “Ok, that sounds perfect,” she kisses him once more before pulling back from him entirely, “We should check on the kids, at this rate we’ll be hauling Livvy around in whatever the most mismatched clothes you packed are.” He chuckles, his hand on her lower back as they walk towards the kid's room, “I hope you know this doesn’t mean you get out of Mother’s Day in May.”

He laughs and kisses the side of her head, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

-x-

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mikeys-bike-slut · 2 years

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Bonten Drabble

A/N: Just a short drabble cause I wanted some soft Bonten with a sprinkle of crack.

Info: Angel and Mikey had a son and Bonten left babysitting basically haha

There's a Part 2 haha

Characters: Haitani Hoes, Takeomi, Koko, OC, OC's and Mikey's child, Mikey, brief Sanzu

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A tired sigh fell from my lips as I finally walked through our penthouse's front door; after my car breaking down, then my phone dying I was just happy to be finally home. My arms felt like they going to fall off after carrying the damn groceries throughout Tokyo because of course I couldn't even get a taxi. I groaned as I looked down at the bags regretting ever putting them down until I suddenly remembered I have a son. Like Hell I'm gonna carry these..

"Shin!" I call out expecting the rumbling foot steps soon but nothing. "Shinichiro!" I call out again and once again; silence. "I'm gonna kill him..." I mumble to myself then after kicking my boots off I head off with his room as destination in my mind. I don't even have to walk that far just our large living room where I find my son and five well dressed men, whom I known too well. "That explains why you're suddenly deaf" I sigh as I walk up to them but stop as I realize they're playing poker. "HAITANIS!" my voice makes the older Haitani jump. "He is 13 for god's sake!" I snap at the men who were just pointing at each other in a blaming manner.

"You do realize your son is skinning the Haitanis, right?" Takeomi speaks up from the sofa with a big grin on his face while the two brothers just frown and look away in shame.

"I'm down 50k..." Rin groans.

"Let's not get into how much I have lost..." Ran mumbles. I glance at Shin who just gives me the signature Sano grin as he counts his money.

"Karma is a bitch, huh? Now if you don't want to lose more money make yourselves useful and help me with groceries. Now" I point at the two brothers who are more than happy to get away from my apparently ruthless gambler of a child. "They're by the door. Thank you" I say in a more softer tone as I point towards the door and the Haitanis trot off. "Where's the main influencer?" I cock a brow as I glance at Takeomi and Koko, just noticing how our favourite drug addict is nowhere to be found either. "...and the pink one"

"They both away on business and boss told us to come check on Shin" Koko explains. "then this happened" he grins as he points at the table.

"And you two thought it was a great idea to teach a 13 year old kid how to play poker?" I cock a brow mainly glaring at the older Akashi sibling.

"It was either that or taking him out racing, your call" he shrugs with a slight grin and I just sigh.

"I swear to God..." I mumble then look at Shin, deep down I still find it sweet that Mikey sent his almost entire team to look after our son. He might be Japan's biggest criminal and the most feared man but he still always makes sure we are safe and does his duties as a father... as much as he can.

"What took you so long though?" Koko's voice wakes me up from thoughts.

"Don't even get me started..." I sigh then I just slump down on the sofa. "First my car broke down, then my phone died then I couldn't get a taxi" I list then bury my face in the pillow. "I wanna die"

"Has your car been picked up yet?" he asks to which I just let out a long muffled groan against the pillow as a reply. "Where did you leave it?" he asks as I hear him shuffle from the other sofa.

"Outside Shibuya in the underground parking lot" I sigh but before I could continue he offers me a smile.

"I'll go pick it up, don't worry. I'll be back soon" he grins then he gives us a wave and walks off.

"Alright, we put everything away" Ran announces with a proud grin as he walks back in with his brother by his side.

"Never thought I'd ever say this but you're an angel Haitani, both of you" I mumble as I look up at them from my pillow.

"You look dead, Shishou" Rindou comments and I just flip him off.

"You'd be too if you'd have to walk from Shibuya to here carrying all those bags" I groan then I drop my head back into the pillow just wanting some peace now.

"Shin, how about we go for ride?" I hear Takeomi's voice, out of the entire A-team I trust the older Akashi the most so I don't even resist to his request which Shin immediately accepted.

"We'll be back mom!" he exclaims and just runs out.

"Haitanis, clean the table and help momma" the oldest male tells the brothers who I'm guessing silently agreed as the next thing I hear is the front door closing and shuffling around the large coffee table.

I turn my head to the side and open my eyes lazily finding the Haitanis actually cleaning the table and putting everything back to its place after their little poker party.

"Thank you" I say then I can't help but yawn as I sit up.

"It's fine" Rin shakes his head then sits down next to me. "You okay mama?" he cocks a brow as he glances down at me.

"Yeah, just tired, and missing Mikey... Today was long I want nothing more than to just be around him, I knew he was working but there was a microscopic hope inside me that he might be home when I get back" I sigh as I lean against the younger Haitani. "Naive, I know"

"It's natural, but I'm sure whatever business they're doing he should be home soon" he comforts me his voice turning soft from his usually dry tone he uses to everyone.

"You're right" I let out a small sigh then close my eyes as I rest my head on his shoulder, too tired to care about anything or to even notice how quiet is the older Haitani which normally is a very alerting sign.

3rd P.O.V

Mikey sat in his large office chair listening to some random guy giving a presentation about a new business idea which could be used to launder even more money, the idea itself wasn't bad but the over-hyped tone of the guy and the big toothy grin after each sentence made Mikey's fingers itchy to just take his gun out and shoot him. He was annoyed and bored, bad combination for the most fearful man in Japan, one wrong sentence or look and a new addition would sink to the bottom of Tokyo Harbour.

Buzz, buzz

He felt the phone in his expensive dress pants' pocket vibrate. After pulling out his phone it was a text from the older Haitani. A single sentence that made him stand up and call off the meeting in an instant, ignoring the murmuring business men -who only dared to murmur rather than to speak up to the head of Bonten and question his actions- he put on his long, thick burgundy trench coat then walked out of the meeting room followed by his most loyal man; Haruchiyo.

"Mikey?" the pink haired male asked as he cocked a brow while they waited for the elevator to arrive at their floor. His boss didn't reply just showed him his phone, on it the very text that caused his sudden departure. The younger Akashi just smiled and shook his head after reading that one single sentence that the text contained:

"Mama needs you"

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kaiokentimesten · 2 years

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Could you tell us more about why you don’t like ancient cities :0? /genq (I haven’t had the chance to play the new update still so I’ve never encountered them myself)

Oh boy. Ohhhh boy. I've had this ask in my inbox for a good bit, because I wanted to take some time to formulate my reply

So, for you all, I'm going to go into detail as to why I don't like not only the ancient cities, but the entire deep dark as it exists now in Minecraft. Rant under the cut for your sakes, but the TL;DR is that the way that the deep dark, ancient cities, and the Warden have been implemented into Minecraft (especially on Bedrock) is unfair and not fun

Now, as a concept, I think the deep dark is fucking awesome. It's absolutely GORGEOUS and I love the idea of something existing in the caves deeper down than we were originally allowed to see (below y=0). However, there are some key components that make it an absolute nightmare to play in, and not in the fun way. We'll tackle them bit by bit, getting more specific as we go on.

First, the deep dark itself. Now, largely, there are no problems with the general deep dark: it looks cool and is implemented pretty well. However, there is one core problem, and that is the fact that sculk shriekers—which are used to spawn the Warden—are in there, regardless of whether or not there is an Ancient City.

We'll get to the Warden in much more detail later, but here's the main takeaway: in Ancient Cities, you know what you're getting into. You know that you are taking a massive risk (spawning the Warden) for massive reward (the loot in the chests). In regular deep dark, you're not really supposed to expect that. It's just another cave, but there's sculk in it. Why would you make it so that one could accidentally spawn a boss that is more powerful than any other boss while just casually mining? I have heard countless stories of people spawning the Warden on accident by just strip mining, and that's just ridiculous to me. And, if we want to get into the lore, it makes even less sense. What is the Warden guarding in just the regular deep dark caves?

I don't even think it'd be a hard problem to solve, either. Just make the shriekers in regular deep dark not spawn the Warden, like what happens when you break a shrieker and place it down again. This shouldn't be a problem.

Next, the Ancient Cities. So, we've established that you know what you're getting into when you go into an Ancient City, but do you really? Because the thing is is that there was an update to Minecraft Bedrock(though this also applies to Java as you'll see) recently that says, "Increased Sculk Shrieker and Sculk Sensor generation rates in Deep Dark and Ancient Cities to better match Java Edition."

And now, because of that update, Ancient Cities are no longer fun to go through, at least in my opinion. Before the update, my friends and I used to go through them all the time, and we had fun sneakily getting the loot while tactically traveling and wooling off/breaking shriekers. However, now it's nearly impossible to go through them without setting off a shrieker, no matter how careful you are. Sculk shriekers can now be embedded in walls, or buried completely underground where you can't see them, like this youtuber saw:

(Image ID: A screenshot in Minecraft of a chest room in an Ancient City. The player is breaking a block of sculk using an enchanted netherite hoe, revealing a sculk shrieker underneath. End ID.)

(Image ID: A second screenshot in Minecraft of the same chest room in the Ancient City as the last. The shrieker under the sculk is now activating, blue rings coming out of it. End ID.)

The screenshots were taken from around 8:42 of this video btw

There is no strategy to counteract this. It is impossible to detect shriekers buried under the ground like that without activating them. You could wool off everything else in the area and think you're safe only to open a chest and set off a shrieker underground, which has happened to me personally countless times. Not only does that make going through these unfair, but that also by extension makes them not fun, as there's a chance that you could get fucked no matter what you do. There's no element of strategy like this.

This was especially a problem in Minecraft Bedrock before the recent update on October 4th. Before then, you could actually set off multiple shriekers at the same time and instantly spawn a Warden. This happened to a friend (Thes) and I a couple of days ago while we were going through an Ancient City: despite our warnings levels both only being at one (and it requiring 4 to spawn a Warden), we instantly spawned a Warden after setting off one other shrieker. We survived, thankfully, but we shouldn't have had that scare in the first place. Shriekers are supposed to have a 10 second cooldown before one can go off again, but somehow, we were able to set off multiple at the same time. It wasn't even addressed in the changelog (I had to learn through my own testing), but the fact that this was ever a problem is ridiculous, given how dangerous the Warden is.

Which. Speaking of. Let's end this off by talking about the Warden.

Now, as a concept, I think the Warden is cool. I like the idea of having this incredibly powerful mob that relies only on hearing to guard the Ancient Cities in the Deep Dark. However, the way that the Warden was actually implemented is abysmal in my opinion.

Firstly, there's the fact that the Warden really doesn't just rely on hearing. In the initial trailer for the Warden, you can see the player divert the Warden away using snowballs at around 1:17 in the video. The Warden easily tracks that sound and follows it, not even caring about the player as it sneaks past.

That's not how it works now. Using snowballs is virtually useless, because if you're close enough to do that, then the Warden will just automatically track you down and kill you via either sniffing or just...sensing you're nearby. In that same video that has the screenshots from earlier, you can see the player try to divert the Warden using snowballs like you're supposedly supposed to do, and it doesn't work. The player even flies a great distance away, and the Warden still locks onto them. You can see this from 6:45 to 7:48 in the video.

It's strange to me that they made the Ancient Cities out to be this place that requires so much stealth, and yet, their supposedly blind mob that should only rely on hearing can just sniff you out from 100 blocks away and kill you in 1-2 hits. It seems to contradict the whole idea of the Ancient City in my opinion.

And, let's say you want to kill the Warden. You want to go through the whole ordeal of trying to kill this boss that has more health than the Ender Dragon and the Wither (on Java). What do you get for that? You get a single sculk catalyst and 5 XP. Basically nothing for an achievement like that. I think you should get a reward for something that big, even if it was just a decorative Warden head or something. Give something to those players that go above and beyond.

This all isn't even getting into how the Deep Dark as a whole is an accessibility nightmare, at least in the case of Minecraft Bedrock. There are no in-game subtitles on that version, which is pretty shitty especially when you consider them adding an entire sound-based part of the game that you really can't avoid, since caving is practically essential to casual Minecraft.

And, really, that's the thing. The way that the Deep Dark has been implemented flies in the face of casual Minecraft players. With the Warden being able to spawn anywhere in the deep dark, and the deep dark being able to be in any cave below "low erosion areas" (mountains, plateaus, etc. Which are pretty common in Minecraft), it makes it so that any casual player could accidentally spawn and get killed by the Warden while just exploring the caves, which is a huge part of Minecraft to a lot of people. At least the other boss mobs are optional.

That's my rant. thanks for reading if you read the whole thing you're a trooper. Uhhh vote Sniffer for the mob vote amen peace and love and FUCK THE WARDEN!

#holleh.ask

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c-secs · 1 year

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a sweet, sad, slowburn playlist because they deserve some softness

haze - amber run

my friends have all left me, away on the breeze, there's a crushing silence where love's a disease, like a fever it grips me, like a lover it holds, i'm scared of getting older, scared of dying alone

ease - joel ansett

i want to see myself clearly like when you're near me, showing me who I am, how do I keep forgetting? there's too many voices, lights and loud noises, telling me who I am--but you put my mind at ease

iris - chris lanzon (cover)

and i don't want the world to see me, 'cause i don't think that they'd understand, when everything's made to be broken, i just want you to know who i am

war - chance peña

you're enough, you're enough, so here's my love, cold sweats and heartbreak dear, all this and i'm still here, to the ends of the earth and the atmosphere, rest easy and know my love's always near

feeling you - harrison storm

i couldn't give you a warning but i felt it all over me i hope you come where i'm going and babe, my hands are free falling so hard swimming through stars and maybe that's alright

the hill that i'll die on - jonah

all the things you'd never told me the side that people seldom see, it's scary, the burdens that you've buried and i would love to share with you just call and i'll be there for you

you should've seen the other guy - nathaniel rateliff

we get out of this fight you gonna help me with wrap my hands with stitching up my eyes you know that blood can blind

quiver - lonas

underneath the sink of the hallway bathroom there's a first aid kit with a needle that I can use to stitch you up cause you're bleeding now ad it's far too deep for bandage now

with me - northwest stories

it's taken me a little while to see that you've been by my side this whole time with me you've been with me

a thousand knives - ry x

i lay you down right here in the shadows i watched over you i prayed for your breath right here in the shallows i watched over you like a thousand knives

please don't be - hazlett

move like a typhoon, i'm just a flame smoky by nature, charmingly sane see golden empires, queens burning sage, boys with their desires, hearts in a cage

all is well - hans williams

if i get overwhelmed i'm sure you'll never know keep it to myself all is well or else I'm burdensome the weight that i won't let you hold let you hold

coal fire - jeffrey martin

everywhere i go always burns down everyone i love is trying to figure me out everything i knew is on fire underground

love like ghosts - lord huron

i don't feel it till it hurts sometimes oh go on baby, hurt me tonight i want ours to be an endless song baby in my eyes you do no wrong

howling - mehro

nights drag on by wishing you were here with me staring up at the ceiling, i'm craving you ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, nights drag on by wishing you were here with me

warm with you - hayden calnin

we could build a house away from here you and me in the middle of nowhere fight the frost of the morning blue i don't care, i just wanna get warm with you

blood moon - josiah and the bonnevilles

there's too many bars on this side of town too many bars and the look in your eyes give you my blood if you give me your time, time, time, time

someday i will lose you - mat kerekes

i balled up my fist and took a shot at you smother the sound within a crowded room a moment in time, i think about that too someday, i will lose you to the stars and the moon

layers - joel ansett

i've been so angry so easily, and it's hard to take care of the wounds we can't see still i'd like to know you, you like to hide yourself away

sleep deprivation - chance peña

so when i break down and list all the reasons i'm here and i'm still breathing, oh, i'm hanging on try to break ground and wait for tomorrow i'll find the way through the sorrow, i one day at a time

pirate song - mehro

are you ready to let me in? feeling it growing under your skin tattoed like in flesh

twisted tongue - matt maeson

and i'll hide everything in my head and forget everyone that i've met and i'll never be open again oh, how good it must feel to not love anything

alone together - del water gap

"don't die, " i said, "i won't, " you repeat i'm so in my head my thumb's on your teeth --tell me, what would you do for love now that you found it?

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discet · 1 year

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How do you think the show would go if Anne stayed with Marcy in Newtopia and followed Marcy’s idea of just having a messager to get the box from the Plantars?

So if it's the messenger, my thought is it goes bad.

Cause I don't think Anne bounces back in a timeframe Marcy comforted by. I think her insecurity over why Anne doesn't consider her enough would give Andrias the leverage he needs to manipulate Marcy.

Then on top of that, its possible the box isn't recovered. It might just be lost in what would have been the events of After the Rain. By the time news reaches Newtopia the box has probably disappeared underground with those magpie bugs. So this would also quickly evolve into a Stuck in Amphibia AU. With searches looking for the box from presumed thieves once it comes to light the box was just buried in the Plantar backyard but of course never finding it. Cause those bugs have like, a ridiculously long incubation cycle iirc?

Anyways. From there I think it just sort of devolves.

I think a similar but interesting tweak on this premise is if Marcy is just a little more vulnerable with Anne at the end of Day at the Aquarium.

M: "I'm sorry Anne, this just made the most sense."

A: "I know, I know... logical thing to do... sniff"

M: "... I..."

A: "?"

M: "Anne I... I'm moving away."

A, confused: "Wha- from Newtopia why-"

M: "No. From LA."

A, eyes widening: "... What?"

M, voice growing hoarse: "My dad got a job back east. I found out back on your birthday, I - I kept it to myself cause I didn't want to spoil it. Once we return to Earth..."

A: "..."

M, insecurity setting in: "I was really looking forward to spending time together since - but I can finish the preparations myself if you want to-"

Anne pulls Marcy in for a tight hug and doesn't let go.

A: "Marcy- sniff - I...I"

Words failing her Anne just pulls Marcy tighter as tears prickle her eyes. Marcy returns the hug, feeling reassured. The two friends keep tight hold on each other gently sobbing as the sun sets around them.

M: "I-If you want to follow them you'll have to go soon..."

A, conflicted: "I do, but I don't want to leave you here! If our time here is the last we'll be able to spend together... sniff"

M: "... I might have an idea"

A, pulling back, eyes hopeful: "?"

M: "You could stay here, with me, to make the preparations then we could go to Wartwood together. use it as a kind of home base for our quest?"

A, pulling Marcy in for another hug: "Oh! That would be perfect! Mar-Mar, your a genius! I can't wait for you to meet everyone in Wartwood Marcy"

From there with Jo Sparrow and Anne helping they get to Wartwood narrowly in time to recover the box. Marcy gets to see how hurt and betrayed Anne feels about Hop Pop taking it and I think manages to not fall for Andrias's schemes.

Lots of ways you could take it from there, but the scene above was one I was considering as the basis of my longfic back before I started awiw

#Marcy Wu #Anne Boonchuy #AU Workshop #Marcanne

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charmyesucks · 11 months

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My grief, his death and the afterlife.

I took off the worn-out elastic band you crafted me for the last time, I put it in the jewelry drawer amidst all the shiny necklaces I own. It's bruised and dirty but I value it more than the rest of the stuff in there.

While I took it off Venice came to my mind, the soft touch of your hair on my shoulder, your trembling hands while you drew on my thigh.

It's Friday today and I have to look at the clock to tell the time. I miss basing the passing of time on how the sunshine reflects on your face while we're laying in bed.

My friend kissed my hand today and her lips almost felt like yours, I held back this pit in my stomach that's threatening to swallow me.

There's a shirt in my drawer that I know still smells like you, yet I can't bring myself to smell it or even touch it.

Certain songs come on and I immediately start tearing up. The air smells different and I'm a year younger and mad in love in the garden of your summer house thinking you'll forever look at me like that.

The first time you showed me your scar, when we kissed in the garage, how we sneaked around the house to hook up on the grass, the bathtubs that we wanted to share a bath in, when you watched me put on makeup as you had your bath, the stars that we wanted to write a story about that we saw during my birthday party and the midnight pool swim we had.

When I change in my pajamas I sob thinking of how the only touch on my skin will be my own.

I saw one of my classmate's boyfriend run after her, another one came to ask about his girlfriend because she hasn't been answering his texts. "What a privilege" I think everytime "to not beg for them to care". I light up a cigarette and think of how you never cared enough to stop me but did stop others.

You've seeped into the cracks in my skin even if you resisted the whole time. You probably washed me off a couple of hours later, but I have burn scars on my arm in which your ghost resides and haunts me every day.

Yet I have buried you, I have buried you and all my dreams of love fit perfectly in your casket.

While you ranted about yourself once again when I had tears in my eyes, I looked at you with such rage, I buried you, I buried you, I did. You never talk to me unless it's to shut me up about my pain and only highlight your pain. So I put a gun to the head of my memory of the person that actually cared about me and I pulled the trigger at least a dozen times. I killed you in my memory and shoveled that dirt with tears in my eyes. And you're no son of God, so under that dirt you'll stay.

Now I'm in the after-life-after-you. A future I never thought I would see. Maybe I buried you or maybe I buried myself, or both of the best versions of us are underground growing flowers and rotting for the bugs, together forever how they would have wanted. I have already died multiple times and changed my name, death is nothing but a life long companion to me, we've been holding hands since I can remember.

I'll rise up from the dirt again, this shall pass.

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myexhaustionissoftblue · 1 year

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@a-mag-a-day

Lost John's Cave was the first episode to properly scare me. I'm not flat out claustrophobic or anything, but just the having to squeeze through tiny tunnels and not being able to find the end of the water to get out and being lost in this cramped space they thought they had an accurate map of definitely spooked me. The description of the squeeze being so tight you couldn't turn your head! Terrifying! And the "take her, not me" bit was super creepy, it was so good!

I forgot how Buried aligned Laura was! It's like Naomi Herne already being Lonely aligned. In both cases they liked their respective Entities and then had a terrible experience that changed their opinion about it.

Actually I feel like both sisters were Buried related in their own ways, idk. I'm a bit suspicious of what Alena knew. I almost think she knew a bit about the Buried or was Buried aligned herself in a more fear driven way than Laura.

Buried Alena vibes:

"It had helped her when she was in a bad place," <- Caving made her feel better? Ok I know this might be Laura jumping to conclusions

"She used to joke that it felt like the earth itself was trying to kick her ass." <- Hmm or was she serious and hiding it from you Laura?

"Alena said she thought it was quite sweet, in a strange sort of way, and joked that if she ever got trapped underground, she’d want it to be with me." <- That's Buried, I'm sorry

"I broke the surface to see Alena laughing to herself, and holding a rock over the part of the water where I had been trying to emerge." <- Her 'prank' is scaring her sister (with Buried fear)? :/

Alternatively, Vast!Alena:

"Alena was never quite as into it as I was, though. Don’t get me wrong, she was no claustrophobe and I wasn’t forcing her to follow me into the darkness on threat of a family rift, but she mainly enjoyed the climbing, and I always ended up going a little bit deeper than she wanted." <- Mainly enjoyed climbing you say... You went deeper than she wanted hmm...

"I think, to be honest, she would have preferred to get her exercise under the open sky or, failing that, in an above-ground gym. Maybe we should have tried cliffs or a climbing wall, but caving was our thing." <- Again this is admittedly pretty weak but hey. Her Laura wants to to Buried related hobbies, Alena wants to do Vast related ones.

"I had never done cave diving before, and neither had Alena, although she told me that the prospect spooked her less than some of the squeezes we’d had to do to get there." <- Idk just water can be Vast or Buried and I assume it's less tight so they can swim?

Uh and her being taken but not Laura. The Buried girl is fine but the Vast one ain't getting out of this alive!

Listen I just like headcanonning a bunch of things, especially when they have some (however small) supporting evidence in canon

Other stuff:

"About half way through, I realised that it was far tighter than I had imagined. I called ahead, to make sure Alena had made it out okay. She called back, told me it was a hard one, but she was fine. I wanted to answer her, but by that point the rock was so close around me it was stopping me from doing anything but holding my breath and willing myself forward.

"A hand grasped me firmly on the shoulder and pulled me through. Just like that, I was out."

<- I see this as the Buried trying to get Laura and if not for her sister pulling her out, acting as her anchor perhaps, she would have been taken by the earth or crushed right then and there

"As it got closer, I saw the pale hand that held it, and I heard something. It was Alena. It sounded far off and muffled, but I was sure she was calling for help. I shut my eyes, for all the good it did in that place, and tried desperately to will it all away. When I opened my eyes again, the light was still there, but it had changed somehow. It seemed brighter and, as I looked, I realised it was no longer coming from a candle. I could hardly believe it, but it looked like daylight."

<- I assume this is when the "take her not me" bit happens that she completely skimmed over. When she tries to "will it all away", she's hoping it'll take Alena instead of her and is speaking out loud, either unknowingly or on purpose to whatever is attacking them.

"I sent Tim to check the details – Martin declined to help with this investigation as he’s “a bit claustrophobic” – and he found some more bizarre discrepancies."

<- Also I made a post about this before, but Martin refusing to work on this statement because he's "a bit claustrophobic"?? He's definitely underselling it if he told Jon he wouldn't work on this despite obviously knowing that would make Jon annoyed and give him another reason to complain about him. Also this makes him living in the Archives and being in the basement 24/7 for months quite a bit more worrisome...

#this reads so insecure but that's only because i am #a mag a day #tma relisten #tma spoilers #tma #the magnus archives #mag 15 #mag015

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The Sound of Rage!

(“Rage Against the Machine” Has Returned!)

By Stephen Jay Morris

7/12/2077

I heard it from gun nuts: “A gun is only a tool. It’s like a shovel, you use it to bury corpses. It’s a tool to kill animals and people, plus to open padlocks.”

Music has multiple purposes beyond its artistic value. It can be used for TV commercials. It’s subliminal background noise for Baby Boomers shopping in grocery stores. During the 60’s, music that played over a store’s sound system was branded, “Muzak,” which was actually pop music recorded by orchestras. Now, the original recordings are played so that, while you are in the dairy section and you hear the song to which you lost your virginity, you tend to buy more. The music of the 60s is everywhere: in the movies, on the beaches, in video games, in commercials. It inspired my generation to rebel against tyranny. Agitprop music is not just for commies anymore. Right, Left, up, and down! Conservatives like marching songs and Country & Western. Aaron Lewis, ya all! The Left embraces the most motivating music ever! Liberals like folk music and Anarchists love loud, hard-on, Rock noise. Listening to the MC5 in my youth made me want to smash the state with a primal scream! Now-a-days, the only time I scream is when I have a harsh bowel movement. The popular music now is for people high on Benzodiazepines. Trap Rap? Whatever. Decades ago, the Paean was: ROCK & ROLL! Now, it’s…I don’t know.

In my life, I never would have thought that there’d be the day when Liberals and Progressives used the word, “fascist!” For years, now, Republicans have been calling Democrats “Communists.” Are you going tell me that THAT label isn’t fuckin’ retarded?! Some Conservatives know that Rock music is a catharsis for young people. That’s why some are going around and shooting up public places. They have no other way to relieve themselves! As a youth, I had two ways of relieving myself: jerking off and playing my music LOUD. I had no urge to kill anybody afterward. I remained in the refractory of my life. As for now, I keep busy in my old age. Instead of washing my truck, I engage in Hermeneutic studies so that I can argue with some Right wing Christian.

Ever since that 70’s metal band, “Areosmith,” collaborated with Hip-Hop pioneers, “Run DMC” in 1986, when rap music was coming of age, “Walk This Way,” never sounded so good! It was when, for a short time, that Black and White and youth united. “Public Enemy” and “Anthrax” came together in 1991 for the song, “Bring the Noise.” By the end of the 90’s, there was the advent of “Nu-Metal.”

What was “Nu-metal?” Here’s the skinny of it: It was a mixture of Rap and Heavy Metal. Acts like “Papa Roach,” “Limp Bizhit,” and “Kidd Rock” showed up in public, and it was on for little while. Most of the songs were about the usual subject of sex but, in the underground, there were political rappers in the mix. “System of A Down,” from Glendale, California, had Left-leaning songs. They were experimental also, in that they incorporated Armenian folk music and funk. Their followers were advocating Anti-Authoritarianism.

Then, from Los Angeles, California, came the Nu-Metal band, “Rage Against the Machine.” They named themselves after a punk fanzine called, “No Answers,” which incorporated that phrase. Tim Commerford, on bass, Zack De La Roacha, lead singer, Brad Wik on drums, and Tom Morello on guitar. They played sonic heavy metal with Hip-Hop beats. Like the “Clash” and the “MC5,” they sang about international oppression and rebellion. Their song, “People of the Sun,” is about South American peasants—hard politics about Third World people. You won’t see Kidd Rock doing that shit! He’s too busy sucking Donald Trump’s dick!

Zack doesn’t sing, he raps! He sounds like Bobby Seale, of the Black Panther Party, giving a speech at an anti-war rally. He reminds me of “The Last Poets” of the late 60’s, shouting out angry rhymes against racism. Their music is really reminiscent of the MC5; their sound based in heavy beat and loud guitar that comes in the cadence of feed back. Once their sound gets a hold of you, it won’t let you go!

Nobody knows what their ideology is. The band’s symbol suggests Anarcho-Communism. But who cares? Their songs are universal and blatantly pissed off! I mean, was “The Clash” Trotskyites? Who gives a fuck?! Will their reunion inspire a “Zoomer Revolution?” I don’t have an answer for you. One thing is clear, however: Conservatives are terrified of anger and change by Progressives. When they hear a Rage tune, they will melt into a puddle of piss. The CHUDs love to humiliate the pacifist Leftists by labeling them “emotional women.” But, just wait until they are confronted by a group of Lesbian Anarchist Feminists weilding AK 47s. Their flaccid cocks will retract back up between their pasty legs.

Now, that’s entertainment!

#nu metal #rage against the machine #stephenjaymorris #poets of tumblr #american politics #anarchism #youtube #punk #post punk #hardcore punk

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