This article I'm reading for work: "and Basing was raised to the ground."

Me: 0_o 0_o 0_o 0_o (<- twitching)

Whatever grace I had is broken, the halo crooked, twisted and wicked.

I drew blood and the memories were sweet with the tang of realised purpose.

I am the monster they made in the city they razed.

So pick a deity, I owe no one my fealty.

~d3pthsofinsanity 23/12/2023~

Any thoughts about an Inked sequel? I'd love to read it! Or any ideas about it 👀

L going "fuck fate. I make my own soulmate" must be scary but sort of flattering to Light.

I'm working on it! :D Slowly but surely! We're getting there!

And yes it very much is both of those things lmao. Light getting caught is never something he'll take to quietly, of course, but L's singular obsession with him is definitely something he preens about in the sanctity of his mind lmao.

Have a mildly disturbing snippet ✨

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The door slides open, grating metal across metal. A soft pair of footsteps pad inside, before it clangs back shut.

"Man of the hour!" Ryuk crows, but Light knows even before he says it.

L pauses a bit away from him, and Light can practically feel those bottomless eyes raking up his pitiful form. "Hello, Light-kun. How are you feeling?"

Light can't talk, and the bastard knows it. L is just taunting him. It makes Light bristle, but he forces himself to remain calm. He still doesn't have all the pieces yet, and if L wants to play dumb, well...

Light has more experience with it than he does.

"Oh, of course," L says, tone almost absent. He steps forward and unbuckles the strap of leather from around Light's jaw. Spit drips down from the corners of his lips, involuntary, and Light internally cringes at the messy feeling of it.

Outwardly, he makes a show of breathing hard, a whimper seeping into his voice. "L? W-What's going on? I thought that—"

"You can drop the act," L drawls, and oh, he sounds a bit annoyed now. What, did he think he could tie Light down and immediately get him to confess? Light thought he was smarter than that.

"I don't understand," Light cries, indignance and anger and fear singing into his voice. Though Light was hibernating for most of their cohabitation, he still remembers his own thought processes during that time. He can play himself very convincingly. "We caught Higuchi, and you let me out of the cuffs yourself! What is it now? I haven't done anything!"

"You know, Light-kun, I've been pouring over the Death Note for the past day or so, and I found something interesting." L ventures closer, the belt still dangling from his hand. "Several pages from the front of the notebook have been ripped out. A suspicious amount of pages, really. Almost as if something on them would've been incriminating towards Kira—but it couldn't have been the names themselves, no, we already have a log of those Kira has killed, so it couldn't have been that." L leans down, and Light knows that he's staring at him, examining him. When he speaks, Light can smell strawberries and icing on his breath. "You have very elegant handwriting, Light-kun. It's very distinctive."

Flexing beneath his ribs, Kira purrs at the compliment. Light licks the backs of his teeth.

"So now you're accusing me of being Kira based on a lack of evidence?" Light bites out scornfully. "Your insistence on my being Kira is getting a bit pathetic, L. You just can't stand to be wrong, can you? Oh the great detective, brought so low!"

A hum. There's a smile in L's voice when he says, tone almost sly, "I've missed your teeth, Kira-kun. You just weren't the same without them."

Incredibly alarming that talks of “peace” in Gaza seem to extend no further than a ceasefire. How do you think they’re gonna start off where they left off themselves? Their houses are destroyed, so many have lost mothers and fathers and brothers and children, they still have no clean water and no food. Any area Israel withdraws out of is an area it already knows has been rendered inhospitable. There was even a direct quote by some IOF soldier gleefully stating how he “wasn’t sure Palestinians could go back to their homes.” So what happens when the US “succeeds at negotiating a ceasefire”? Who will be responsible for helping the Palestinians rebuild all that they’ve lost?

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you motherfuckers have no concept of what "land back" or "decolonize" even mean. you're too busy demonizing entire groups of people, terrified, shitting yourselves, that they'll do even half of the horrors to you that you've done to them for decades or centuries. this shit comes off as hella racist for real. you hate arabs so much. you hate first nations people so much. you hate black people so much. even if you sympathize with them, you can't fucking bear the idea of them gaining freedom, independence, autonomy, safety, because you're so, so scared they'll hurt you back and cause chaos in the streets. these same people who just want to rebuild. who just want to go home. who just want to see their families again. who just want food. who just want medical care. who just want dry, warm shelter. you're so focused on the ideas of colonization, of "us vs. them", of one people displacing the other for a state to exist, that you cannot comprehend coexistence, and your only idea of peace is if an entire group of people were just gone and dead.

grow the fuck up. for the love of GOD, grow the fuck up.

“Pride of the Rebublic, soldier of the Jedi Order”

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Brimstone left them for two hours

Demolition drive: Protests in JNU as ex-students house is razed

Demolition drive: Protests in JNU as ex-students house is razed

Demolition drive: Protests in JNU as ex-students house is razed New Delhi, Jun 13: The Jawaharlal Nehru University Students’ Union (JNUSU) on Sunday staged a demonstration on the JNU campus against the demolition of the house of activist and former JNU student Afreen Fatima in Uttar Pradesh’s Prayagraj, news agency PTI New Delhi, Jun 13: The Jawaharlal Nehru University Students’ Union (JNUSU) on…

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David's spidersona, Fateweaver, and his symbiote pal Raze!

Normally he fights crime like a regular spider-person, and would only use his monstrous form in a pinch. Over time, however, he starts to use the latter more frequently.

It's not like he's gonna lose himself eventually. I'm sure he'll be fine!

As if to reinforce how few fucks it gives, Israel carpet bombed Rafah yesterday (on the same day there was an ICJ hearing about its ongoing genocide). Today it broke that its relentless bombardments have demolished a mosque in Rafah—not a new move for Israel, as it has already destroyed several mosques in Gaza. And this isn’t even part of the ground offensive Israel intends to embark on in Rafah, fully unstopped because anyone who has the power to stop them doesn’t give a fuck for Arab lives. We are watching the erasure of Palestine in real time, from its sacred sites to its people themselves.

Armenian PM Warns Of ‘Large-Scale’ Azeri Attack On Armenia

Prime Minister Nikol Pashinian on Thursday rejected Azerbaijan’s continuing demands for legislative changes in Armenia and said that Baku may be planning “large-scale” military aggression against his country. Pashinian complained that despite his readiness for compromise, the Azerbaijani leadership is pursuing a “policy of military coercion” in an effort to clinch more Armenian territory and other concessions from Yerevan. He said that it is reluctant to delimit the long border between the two states where four Armenian soldiers were killed in an Azerbaijani ceasefire violation on Tuesday. “Our analysis shows that there may be one reason for this and that reason may be, for example, the launch of military operations at some sections of the border with the prospect of turning the military escalation into a full-scale war against Armenia,” he said during a weekly cabinet meeting in Yerevan. [...] Azerbaijani President Ilham Aliyev reiterated on Wednesday that he will not sign a peace treaty discussed by the two sides “if Armenia does not bring its legislation to a normal state.” He said that legislation contains territorial claims to Azerbaijan.

Armenian soldiers killed by Azerbaijani fire in biggest skirmish since exodus

Armenia said on Tuesday that four of its soldiers were killed by Azerbaijani fire along the two countries' heavily militarised border, the first fatal incident since they began negotiating a deal to end more than 30 years of intermittent war last year.

as i said before, azerbaijan is going to invade and conquer armenia within the next 5 years

on the topic of princely bakugou—

i love the idea of his hand in marriage being the peace offering between your kingdom and his clan, as in he comes to live with you and rule in your castle. and he genuinely wants to do a good job; he's not coming in and tearing down the walls or defiling shrines or anything like that, because that would be the easiest way to lose good graces with his new realm.

the thing that i love the most about this is him being so barbaric, raised in a completely different way from you, taught to value different things and rule a different way—and yet he's sitting with his council (half of which are appointed men that swear loyalty to the realm regardless of who rules, and the other half being men he specifically chose and trusts) dressed in his furs and boots, scars out for all to see, and he's carefully trying to read letters and documents and negotiations, like a civil man would.

and it's not that he's changing anything about himself; he is firmly, to the core, always going to be a wild little barbarian pup—but he's grown enough to know the difference between respect and surrender. to know that he will be nothing without the support of the people, and to lose that after fighting so hard for it would be foolish.

he's very different than you expected, than you were ever taught to expect; your shared bed is too soft for him and he tosses and turns all night and gets up before the sun rises; he cooks, and you've found him fiddling around in the kitchen on more than one occasion; he values your opinion on a multitude of matters, and speaks to you more about politics than your father ever did.

you were told that he'd ravage you in the dirt, dripping sweat and the blood of your people, but—he hasn't laid a hand on you, hardly speaks to you unless it's absolutely necessary. you can almost feel it, though, sitting in his throat when you're across from him at the dinner table, or when he sits at the edge of the bed and looks back at you over his shoulder.

everything he does is so careful, thought out, and you think he might be doing the same with you, too. not barging in or breaking down doors, but waiting, patiently, for you to open up your heart to him.

why don't you let yourself be gently peeled off the ground and tossed across the back of a horse like a sack of potatoes by the most handsome man in china, then maybe you'll calm down

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