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ranjith11 · 8 months

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Proof Of Burden - Andthen (Official Lyrics Video)

Discover the soul-stirring melody of "Andthen" by Proof Of Burden in this official lyrics video. Immerse yourself in the emotional journey as the heartfelt lyrics are beautifully brought to life. Let the music and words resonate with your soul in this captivating visual experience. Don't forget to like, comment, and share the video to spread the message of this powerful song. Subscribe to our channel for more inspiring music and lyric videos. Enjoy the music! 🎶 Proof Of Burden - Andthen (Official Lyrics Video)

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probablygayattorneys · 2 years

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I think one of the most charming aspects of Ace Attorney is that other than, I think, like, two cases where you’re given the option to tap out (though of course you don’t) even if you’ve proven without a doubt that it couldn’t have been your client, unless you can get a confession out of the actual guilty party, your client is still convicted if you lose.

#phoenix wright: ace attorney #phoenix wright #apollo justice: ace attorney #the great ace attorney chronicles #like I don’t know how exactly Japanese law works #though I do know they have a 99% conviction rate #(which fun fact I learned researching the death note musical)#(where is the justice is very specifically complaints about the American justice system nkt the Japanese)#(which makes sense as it was written by an American but that’s neither here nor there)#but at least in the localization #burden of proof and presumption of innocence my ass

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scarletspider2the2ndpower · 1 year

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Ben Reilly: Scarlet Spider (Vol. 1/2017), #4.

Writer: Peter David; Penciler: Mark Bagely; Inkers: John Dell and Andrew Hennessy; Colorist: Jason Keith; Letterer: Joe Caramagna

#Marvel #Marvel comics #Marvel 616 #Ben Reilly: Scarlet Spider #Kaine #Kaine Parker #Scarlet Spider #this may be a burden of proof fallacy but I refuse to believe that Kaine has any right to judge other people’s music #until it has been proven to me that his music library doesn’t solely consist of Simple Plan/Linkin Park/Green Day/Evanescence

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otaviogilbert · 3 months

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Embark on an emotional rollercoaster with "Thomas Proof of Burden," a captivating musical that takes you on a transformative journey of resilience, determination, and ultimate triumph. This spellbinding performance weaves a narrative that resonates with the human spirit, exploring the challenges faced by Thomas and his unwavering quest for redemption.

#proof of burden #music #mosic journey #EmotionalRollercoaster #TransformativeJourney #Determination #Youtube

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privatelyownedsilicagel · 5 months

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oh god i have no idea how to talk to people

#i dont know who i even am right now i don’t know who to talk to i feel so fucking isolated #im trying so hard im trying so hard to be okay but wow i am really really really not #i keep thinking about the bottle because i hate that i left it at home i hate that i have to sit here with this #and i have to sit here wondering what else i didnt know and who else is lying to me and whos leaving next whos just putting up with me #i keep seeing rats crawling on the walls just in my peripherals and im hearing grating music agin #i dont think anyone actually understands. i want someone to understand but i feel so stupid and horrible and like a burden #its like idk right now its like the posts im sending are just proof i havent kicfked it since i still cant really talk properly #i broke down in front of my teacher out of stress and i feel horrible like im not trying to be bad im trying to be good im trying so hard

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mathewbaron · 9 months

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Love To Worship by Proof Of Burden (with Lyrics)

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Immerse yourself in the heartfelt experience of 'Love To Worship' by Proof Of Burden. This moving track, accompanied by meaningful lyrics, takes you on a journey of devotion and emotion. Join us in exploring the depths of worship through music. Lyrics included for a complete connection. 🎵🤘 Love To Worship by Proof Of Burden (with Lyrics)

#Love To Worship #Proof Of Burden #Lyrics Included #Worship Song #Christian Music #Heartfelt Lyrics #Youtube

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iamlisteningto · 10 months

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Chuck Johnson’s Music From Burden Of Proof

#chuck johnson #burden of proof #all saints records #music #electronic #ambient #folk #classical #synthwave #drone #modern classical #soundtrack #bandcamp

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genderfluid-culture-iss · 3 months

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for the baby genderfluid tips!!

this could just be me lmao, but DO NOT donate your fem clothes if you feel masc for longer than usual. or vice versa.

keeping a gender journal is something that can be really helpful to actually look back on and see how it changes (and also have proof of fluidity for when you begin to think "hmm actually im just a trans girl. nothing else." no, you probably aren't. you felt completely boy/nonbinary/etc just a month ago, and thats okay.)

basically it can be really hard to embrace that your gender is not static, especially if your gender stays stable for a slightly longer period. it took me so long to stop rotating between "im a girl always" "no, im a boy always" "actually, im nonbinary always" to just admit im genderfluid.

also, make genderfluid content. you don't have to show it to anyone, but sometimes it can really help to make poetry or art or write a story about being fluid and your experience in particular. i have an easy avenue for this since i write fanfiction (haven't published any of it yet lmao) and i just hit my favorite characters with my genderfluid beam and go nuts

follow people who are genderfluid, read genderfluid books, maybe join a genderfluid discord server (there are barely any, so actually maybe make one), try to make genderfluid friends. you are not alone, even though it sometimes feels that way.

if you have plushies or anything similar, make them genderfluid. i have a genderfluid squishmallow who i use she/they pronouns for, and a little husky that switches between he/she. idk it just helps sometimes lol

some of us change gender daily, or multiple times a day. some of us change gender only a couple times a year, or even less. we're all different and that's fine.

tips for presentation:

if you have a day when you can't figure out gender, go neutral clothing-wise

take little things to ease dysphoria if you switch when you're out somewhere (ex. lipgloss, eyeliner, leather bracelet, etc)

if you can, get pronoun pins. seriously, get pronoun pins (or a colored bracelet for subtlety or if you're not out). you can wear multiple at a time, you can switch them whenever you need to. you aren't a burden if your pronouns change. you don't have to stick to they/them to be easy for people.

if you can, get a versatile hairstyle that you can make suit your gender no matter what. if you cant, try to get a hairstyle that makes you the least dysphoric overall.

if you are organized enough, separate your clothes based on gender/what you feel comfy wearing on different days. do not pressure yourself to fit stereotypes. some people can only feel comfortable in skirts when theyre boys, so they only wear skirts on boy days. do what works for you.

it's kinda complicated, but if you can expand your vocal range to sound more fem or masc depending on how you feel, it can help. alternatively, vocal train to make it more androgynous.

keep makeup wipes with you in case you need to take it off part way through being out. basically, make it as easy as possible to be able to change/tweak your presentation if necessary.

this could just be me, but having lots of hoodies in different colors and styles will save your life

sometimes you might have "blender days", which is what i call it when your gender feels like its in a blender in a bad way and you can't tell at all what it is, everything feels wrong, it's changing like every 10 minutes, etc. tbh on these days all i can do is put on sweats and a hoodie and feel dysphoric. listen to music if it helps. do a hobby.

non-clothing items can help a lot. a blue tshirt and jeans can be whatever you want it to be based on what you wear it with. (ex. sneakers/ballet flats, leather bracelet/sparkly necklace, baseball cap/eyeliner)

and lastly: YOU ARE AMAZING. keep being you, keep being incredible, and know that being genderfluid is a gift. be proud to be who you are, have fun, know that you are unique and special and wonderful!! we're ever-changing, and that's awesome. you are precious. i love you.

🩷🤍💜🖤💙

dont wanna link my tumblr, but my name is kiley if you want to attach a name to this!

Okay this is a lot more than I was expecting LMAO /pos

Thank you so much for this Kiley <33 I’ll start working on a masterpost with links to all this.

#genderfluid #genderfluid culture is #genderfluid culture #lgbtq #lgbtqia #lgbtq+#anon #anonymous #Genderfluid tips #Baby genderfluid tips #Genderfluid help

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 1 year

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Braindead au where they are both adults and married.

Danny deals with the burdens of being a house husband and the only Capable Adult (tm) in the family after Alfred passed away. May he rest in peace.

Since they never hired another butler no one can replace Alfred Danny decided to fill the roll. At first it was hard, feeling a bit silly not working a normal job, but he soon realized this was a lot harder than any job he's had before. Ancients, he loves cooking and baking and especially loves caring for Tim, bit this...was a lot.

Not to mention the harpies that flirt with Tim and the others trying to get access to the Wayne fortune. Usually someone flirting with his significant other didn't bother him, he wasn't the jealous type. He trusted Tim but he always looks so uncomfortable when they refused to take a hint. And what sort of husband would he be if he didn't rescue his beloved?

There were also a bunch of supernatural creatures in Gotham just casually going about thier lives in peace. Danny liked chatting with them sometimes. They knew he was some sort of supernatural being, but not what. He planned to keep it that way.

Sometimes his own former rogues gallery would pop in to hang out with him and catch up while he's meal prepping or cleaning. They usually did something nice for him- Ember would recommend musical instruments for Nightwing and Starfires daughter, Technus would ghost proof or upgrade tech (which Tim loved) Princess Dora liked to help him clean and meal prep while they chatted, ect- but they would always cause just a tiny amount of chaos before leaving.

His former ghostly enemies were nothing compared to his new living ones. Erica, the stay at home mom and wife of some high up person in Gothams elites had it out for him personally for some reason. Appearently she had been trying to set each of her kids up with one of the Waynes for years. Her bratty daughter Vexi had had a crush on Tim for a long long time but it was never reciprocated.

Long story short? Dannys life had turned into a supernatural semi-soap opera.

At least he managed to accidentally reform the riddler. Nigma was great company and he loved the riddles and jokes he would tell. Plus the puns.

Tim wasn't comfortable with it at first, but as life went on he befriended more and more of Gothams baddies and reformed them (mostly by accident mind you) to the point it became noticeable to the public.

And the Joker.

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ranjith11 · 8 months

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This Night - Proof Of Burden: Emotive Lyrics Unveiled | (Official Lyrics Video)

This Night - Proof Of Burden: Emotive Lyrics Unveiled | (Official Lyrics Video) Unveil the emotive lyrics of "This Night" by Proof Of Burden in our Official Lyrics Video. Immerse yourself in the captivating storytelling and soulful melodies of this poignant song. The poignant and soul-stirring lyrics will take you on an emotional journey, leaving you moved and connected to the music on a deeper level.

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mtkay13 · 7 months

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"Shixiong"

or, alternative title: "The destruction of the dream" more info below (and spoilers for Qi Ye/Lord Seventh, too...)

So I like to spend my time imagining what my ideal Qi Ye donghua adaptation would look like, and after recently talking at lenght about LJX and ZZS, I was in the mood to picture some of my favourite scenes involving them. Listening to one music in particular (Empire Systems, by Raphael Anton Irisarri), I was suddenly hit by this image of LJX leaving ZZS' office as he went to see him for the first time after being told that ZZS & JBY were behind the Jiang family massacre. That time, he doesn't confront ZZS yet, rather trying to obtain a proof of ZZS providing the drugged wine to JBY. He leaves, and at that moment, when he does get that proof, when he does realise that what he was told is probably true, ...naturally, his whole world collapses. So far, he was already fragile, burdened by grief and guilt, for having failed at his mission, for having slept in, for having lost so many people he cherished; and now, he's losing his one true pillar, the "person who loved him the most", the person whom he himself had always looked up to... And then that's all he can see; that dream he'd loved so much, him and ZZS walking through the peach tree orchards, wandering together - now, there is only death and pain. I wanted to depict that, the destruction, corruption of the dream, of his shixiong. I feel like the dream is the representation of Jiuxiao's world (outside of reality, partly revolving around ZZS, literally rose-coloured), and that world has momentarily collapsed. In the end, unable to stand it, he decides to... rewrite reality in his own way, shifting the blame on HLY, trying to preserve what it used to be, preserve ZZS' image, because ultimately reality is the hardest to bear. I think that my goal here was to represent destruction, the absence of safety, the place of comfort now corrupted. I named it "shixiong" because first and foremost, I see it as... the tragedy of how for a moment, that's the only way LJX can ever think of ZZS: a dark, threatening shadow who destroyed his whole world.

As a side note, and because I need to gush about it: HELP I think that LJX and ZZS' storyline in QY is truly, truly brilliant and absolutely gut wrenching and I'm so glad I read QY.

#zhou zishu #liang jiuxiao #qi ye #lord seventh #qi ye meta

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kristinagehrmann · 8 months

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The US Copyright Office is currently asking for input on generative AI systems ...

... to help assess whether legislative or regulatory steps in this area are warranted. Here is what I wrote to them, and what I want as a creative professional: AI systems undermine the value of human creative thinking and work, and harbor a danger for us creative people that should not be underestimated. There is a risk of a transfer of economic advantage to a few AI companies, to the detriment of hundreds of thousands of creatives. It is the creative people with their works who create the data and marketing basis for the AI companies, from which the AI systems feed. AI systems cannot produce text, images or music without suitable training material, and the quality of that training material has a direct influence on the quality of the results. In order to supply the systems with the necessary data, the developers of those AI systems are currently using the works of creative people - without consent or even asking, and without remuneration. In addition, creative professionals are denied a financial participation in the exploitation of the AI results created on the basis of the material. My demand as a creative professional is this: The works and achievements of creative professionals must also be protected in digital space. The technical possibility of being able to read works via text and data mining must not legitimize any unlicensed use! The remuneration for the use of works is the economic basis on which creative people work. AI companies are clearly pursuing economic interests with their operation. The associated use of the work for commercial purposes must be properly licensed, and compensated appropriately. We need transparent training data as an access requirement for AI providers! In order to obtain market approval, AI providers must be able to transparently present this permission from the authors. The burden of proof and documentation of the data used - in the sense of applicable copyright law - lies with the user and not with the author. AI systems may only be trained from comprehensible, copyright-compliant sources.

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You can send your own comment to the Copyright Office here: https://www.regulations.gov/document/COLC-2023-0006-0001

My position is based on the Illustratoren Organisation's (Germany) recently published stance on AI generators: https://illustratoren-organisation.de/2023/04/04/ki-aber-fair-positionspapier-der-kreativwirtschaft-zum-einsatz-von-ki/

#copyright #no ai art #artificial intelligence #illustration

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otaviogilbert · 3 months

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Thomas

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Embark on an emotional rollercoaster with "Thomas Proof of Burden," a captivating musical that takes you on a transformative journey of resilience, determination, and ultimate triumph. This spellbinding performance weaves a narrative that resonates with the human spirit, exploring the challenges faced by Thomas and his unwavering quest for redemption.

#proof of burden #music #mosic journey #EmotionalRollercoaster #TransformativeJourney #Determination #Youtube

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cuckoo-on-a-string · 10 months

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Promises Four: A Request

Dark!Morpheus x (female)reader, fantasy/medieval AU, 18+

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Dream of the Endless had been promised a bride.

Chapter Track: "Blue" bardcore cover by Cornelius Link A/N: SHORT chapter. A necessary bit before a bigger scene. Obviously not updating as often as I'd like, but I have some mental health stuff going on that's actively interfering with my creativity/ability to write. Your comments and support mean the world! <3

A Request

The bard found her opportunity in the midafternoon.

The court wheeled slow. Too early to dine, too late for anything but quiet meetings over tea. Gossips bartered in corners, warmed by sunlight and conspiracy. The oldest and youngest members of court disappeared for a private rest before the night’s feasting, and the empty spaces they left behind became walls between cliques and families. Everyone found a place and settled there. Or most did, at least. Even the king wandered from his guest to attend to matters of state – his new mistress, rather – and Dream of the Endless sat like a black tear in the golden hangings and wreathed roses.

A cat, perfectly still, intent on everything and nothing as it watched for something worth the bother to hunt. A flicking tail would suit him well.

She’d spent the morning watching his frown cut over the assembled nobles, more judge than hopeful husband, and each failure to notice a pretty girl or answer an eager boy drew a new line in the web she suspected he wove over the court, the trap under the façade. The Endless’s true motive and threat.

She twiddled inoffensive tunes with her lute, banished by her own free will to the minstrels’ corner. Her songs had a purpose, even when played softly. She saved a queen’s reign once, sitting quietly and listening to courtiers sing in traitorous whispers. With busy hands and a clear purpose, she was invisible. Even her friends only remembered her every hour or so, and most knew her well enough to let her be.

The Endless did not leave his seat on high. He did not lower himself to converse with the lowly mortals gathered for his pleasure, and he raised his wine to his lips but rarely. Everything moved like a dull play someone bribed him to sit and watch.

Stealing strings from the growing web, the bard wove a tapestry, working until she could see the shapes and faces, until something resembling sense appeared. The scene in the unfinished fabric looked more like a war than a courtship.

And when the slow hours crept over the castle, and Dream of the Endless sat alone, she turned like the shadows over the wall to settle at on the steps of the royal dais.

“You must enjoy your misery, King of Dreams, to subject yourself to seven full days of this.”

He looked at her, nearer than the rest of court, but still so clearly beneath him, and lifted a brow.

“My misery?” It was the most he’d engaged with any of the lesser beings he sat amidst, and each word weighed heavy, spoken slowly so she’d feel the burden of his attention. “What inspires your assumption?”

Assumption was not presumption, and she took it as permission to continue. He would deign indulge her questions. For the moment. But she must tread carefully, and she continued playing, a gentle ballad a half-step removed from a lullaby.

“Your bearing,” she said, keeping her eyes on the chords. “Your face, your manner.”

Music and mathematics came from the same house. A simple melody and simple addition led to answers most preferred to ignore.

“You seem terribly bored, majesty.”

A ghost of a smile shadowed his face, a passing eclipse over the moon’s bright face.

“And you would entertain me, little bard?”

“I would not presume to know your tastes, though they clearly do not walk this court.” He didn’t even pretend to show interest. When the king left the room, the Endless’s starry eyes turned flat and cold, proof that the promised bride hadn’t lured him back. Which left only one possibility. To ensure she was heard, she turned to meet his gaze, filling the natural pause of her lute’s tune with her request. “I wouldn’t ask it as a favor, but if you would deign consider it – perhaps whatever cautionary tale you spin will spread farther carried by survivors.”

Now, she truly had his interest. Graceful as a snake, he shifted in his throne. His dark figure blocked the sun, and the only light to creep over his shoulders caught in the ruby at his throat. The bloody glint drew the hair along the back of her neck to stand straight, and she hoped the goosebumps didn’t betray her by running down her arms. She didn’t dare look away to check.

“Do you fear for your life?”

Not at all, and the unnatural confidence of immortality buoyed her courage, lifting a smile from the deep pit in her chest where it sank before she came to sit at Dream’s feet.

“Your sister will not have me, as I’m sure you know.”

The stars in his eyes flashed, and while his shadows didn’t grow any brighter, their knife’s edge softened.

“I’m asking so I might advise a few wiser birds fly the coop before the fox comes calling. They’d make excellent messenger pigeons, if they escape.”

It was too much to hope for a direct answer, and she didn’t wait for one. She rose from the step to sink back down in a far more honest curtsy than she’d offered the mortal realm’s king the night before. Here was a monarch due much greater respect.

And for the second time, she took her leave of him.

#morpheus x reader #sandman x reader #dream of the endless x reader #morpheus x oc #fic: promises #dark!morpheus

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mathewbaron · 9 months

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Harmonies of Heartache: Interpreting 'Fallen' by Proof Of Burden

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Welcome to our channel! 🎶 Immerse yourself in the powerful and emotive world of "Proof Of Burden - Fallen (with Lyrics)." 🎵 Join us as we journey through this captivating musical masterpiece, adorned with poignant lyrics that touch the depths of the soul. 🌌 Harmonies of Heartache: Interpreting 'Fallen' by Proof Of Burden

#proof of burden #Melodic Emotions #Poignant Songwriting #Resilient Musical Journey #Youtube

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ddarker-dreams · 10 months

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Fooled Around and Fell in Love.

Machi Komacine x F Reader.

Warnings: Mild not SFW implications. Word count: 1k.

Music blasts out of your phone’s speaker at a questionable quality. The bathroom’s acoustics perfectly contain the soundwaves as if it were a dimension entirely outside of reality. Nothing in exists besides Machi, you, and your eyeshadow palette that fits expertly in your hand.

Certain divots contain pigment that is more worn than others. Machi notes the colors that you must favor the most. A glimmering champagne color, soft pink, and nude pigments which range from light to dark. When you tap the eyeshadow brush on the side of the palette, fairy dust cascades, catching the fading light you swore you’d replace months ago. She makes a mental note to pick up a lightbulb and to it herself.

You’re close enough to breathe in each other's air.

She smells your perfume, delicate and fruity, dutifully dabbed onto your inner wrist and exposed neck. Barely faded love bites litter your skin from previous passionate exploits. You never try to erase the proof of her existence she leaves on you. When it comes to definitive proof that Machi actually inhabits this world, you’re the closest she gets. You turn a specter from Meteor City into a tangible being — made from flesh and blood.

You procure a pocket-sized mirror. “Well? Do you like?”

Machi studies her reflection for a moment, then her attention is back on you. “Yeah.”

“You barely looked,” you huff, scrunching your nose in indignation. Machi fights her lip’s urge to quirk up. “I’ll have you know that I’m a high-in-demand makeup artist, famed worldwide. I expect a minimum of three words praising my ingenuity.”

“It looks good.”

You throw your head back and groan. “The three word limit was a suggestion, not a hard rule.”

“And I followed it.”

Every time Machi prepares to enter your apartment, she resolves to tease you less.

Every time this tenet is put to the test, she fails.

“That’s it! I’ll be upping your charge as recompense for my wounded heart.”

She raises an eyebrow. “This was going to cost me? How much?”

You press a manicured finger to your cheek, painted the shade of Machi’s hair by the woman herself. According to you, her hands are far more steady than yours, making her an ideal candidate for the job. She never complained at a chance to feel your soft skin against hers. Unmarred by crime, clean from shedding rivers of crimson as deep as the Styx.

“Three, no, five kisses,” you insist. “It’s up to ten now.”

… Machi has no idea how you say these things without a hint of shame.

She leans forward, begrudgingly, as if the payment were a burden and not a delight.

You put a premature end to the process by hovering your finger near her parted lips. “Not yet. I don’t want to get my gloss on your lips, matte suits you better.”

Machi’s knuckles turn white from how harshly she grips the edge of the sink’s countertop. If she applied any more pressure, it’d crumble into a pitiful avalanche. Despite the restraint she’s exerting, her visage betrays nothing, giving the impression that she’d unmoved. In reality, she wants nothing more than to mix the pigment of your lips, forming a shade that’s uniquely you.

“Awe, babe, are you grumpy?” The knowing lilt in your voice makes her heart flutter.

“Just get on with it already,” Machi grumbles. The tips of her ears feel warm.

You give a dorky salute and an enthusiastic sir yes sir!

You run the brush’s tip over her smoothly, as a painter would on their canvas.

Her heart beats in a staccato rhythm.

Thump, thump, thump.

You move on to her next eye, utilizing the same care, precision, and expertise. More adrenaline pumps through her veins than in the thick of a heist. Her body gives into your thrall without a fight. You are the sun she orbits around, allowing her to experience seasons she never thought were meant for her. Winter’s biting chill of loneliness when you’re apart. Spring’s budding affections that blossom one after the other. Summer’s hot passion which leaves you both sweaty and satisfied. Then autumn’s relaxed tenure, refreshing in its briskness.

You didn’t just unlock the world for her, you’ve shown her the entire universe.

“Aaaaand voila,” you announce. When her eyes readjust to being open, she sees a sight so priceless, not even a thief would have the heart to steal it — your bright smile.

She twists her head to use the mirror behind her. “You did a good job.”

Her words are light, like bubbles rising to the top of a champagne glass.

Machi hears you grumble something about needing to buy her a thesaurus, but, nonetheless, you contentedly put your eyeliner away, humming to the current song on your playlist. You leech off her music subscription (your words, not hers), but she doesn’t mind. There’s something comforting about seeing what song or podcast you’re listening to when she’s continents away.

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

“I like it,” Machi says. Then, she swoops in to press a chaste kiss against your cheek. Unbeknownst to her, the resulting lipstick stain will remain for the rest of the night. “Thanks.”

The look you give her can only be described as lovestruck. “W-Well, having such a pretty model certainly helps.”

Your little stutter makes her crack a closed-mouth smile.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

After a moment of staring wordlessly at one another, your posture straightens, realization etching onto your features.

“I almost forgot! Eyelash curler and then mascara. I’ll let you do that part though. Applying mascara on others is tricky. I don’t want your eyelashes to look like spider legs.”

Quietly, she clears her throat. If only you knew.

“... Right. Wouldn’t want that.”

#machi makes me feel emotions previously unfelt #machi x reader #machi komacine x reader #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter x reader #reader insert #my stuff

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