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I’m trying to take Ringo on walks more, even if it’s already kind of dark. 1. While my neighborhood isn’t great it’s not like I haven’t grown up my whole life here and I know which streets are gonna be quiet and chill in the early night. And 2. I don’t mind walking in the dark and chilly evening. Also 3. For all that Ringo is a friendly seeet pup I would be willing to bet that if I expressed anything like fear or discomfort he’d Go Off if he thought I needed protecting lol. So I’m not worried about walking in the dark like my folks are.
I’ve not done it too much, yet, but I’m finding so far that I’m enjoying it. They’re not long walks - maybe 20-30 mins tops - but it’s just me and Ringo, lately, and it’s quiet time away from the fam and house for me to both decompress and center myself. I feel better afterwards, both for making sure Ringo is getting his exercise again and for the walk itself. So I’m hoping to make it a more regular thing, a handful of walks after I get off work a week. I’d try adding morning ones but I’m soooo not a morning person lol.
#Jules rambles#and Ringo was his name-o!#I’m trying to make more effort to do things that are good for me even if I’m tired#getting out of the house and walking are both good for me especially right now#not forcing myself into any schedule just: I’m home and it’s before 8pm and my breathing is currently okay. let’s walk.
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modern!mizu headcannons
a/n: my brain has been nothing but her so it’s ab time i write ab her. i’ve read a bunch of modern!mizu headcannons ab her but i need more !! it becomes a drabble at the end but my girl deserves peace and happiness pls
i’ve read a lot of hc w her in uni so i’ll prob stick to the similar things ive read + more
modern!mizu would def be in university studying mechanical engineering
ik this is specific but pls hear me out it fits bc shes a smartie & her adopted dad (master eiji) was a very technical person when she was growing up
she’s also in uni due to an engineering scholarship
modern!mizu is usually at the gym if it wasn’t for classes and fixing her bike
yes she has a motorcycle. i stand by this hc and many others who share similar ideas.
prob a kawasaki ninja but decked out w her own alternations
modern!mizu is a gym rat but is too stubborn to admit it, esp after taigen pointed it out once
likes to go in the early morning for the peace and quiet
she typically goes in for cardio and weights to keep her healthy and in shape but has dabbled in calisthenics before
taigen used to fence w her before he got into other sports such as basketball
(random thought but he just looks like he would play basketball player)
modern!mizu is very smart… but has a slight huge problem with procrastination
akemi has tried many studying techniques with mizu but it ends up her procrastinating and finishing alone
she prefers studying alone in the library or at her desk, until you came along
(ill elaborate on mizu & reader another time)
modern!mizu cannot cook for shit i’m sorry
she can kinda chef it up but it’s taken her a while she nearly burnt the kitchen and has repeatedly turned on the fire alarm and now ringo has ptsd
usually ringo will cook something or help her cook
speaking of ringo
her and ringo are roommates in off-campus housing 2 bed 2 bath
at first, dad eiji was a bit hesitant since he was helping mizu move in but warmed up to ringo once he cooked them dinner (his mom’s soba recipe)
mizu swears she saw a tear roll down her dad’s cheek that day
modern!mizu usually dresses more casually and comfy but still likes her dark blues
not to self indulge but she would like the baggy acubi look that she can move in
(i know this is so inaccurate of others’ headcannons but pls the baggy button up + slingbag combo would go crazy)
ik she got a uniqlo drawstring sling bag
or just any sporty crossbody sling bag
hear me out pls
it’s easier to get on and balance on her motorcycle with comfy clothes and a secure bag
on mizu’s and ringo’s move-in “anniversary” (as ringo like to call it), he got her a lil keychain for her bag with a jingle on it as a joke to her initial move-in gift to him: a bell for being so silent
modern!mizu usually keeps to herself and her friends
after her ex bf m*k*o (yes im censoring his name he doesnt deserve to be typed out) , she’s very cautious of who to trust
thankfully, ringo, akemi, and taigan (as much of an ass as he is) has taught her to open up and be okay with who she is
but there are days when she prefers to be alone and sticking to her own business in peace and quiet
headphones on locked in 🎧
modern!mizu likes to wind down before bed with some chamomile or lavender tea
her temper used to control her feelings, especially when she was much younger
having a small routine at night keeps her calm & well rested
eiji initially started this routine after their long days of welding in the backyard
she can’t cook but give her a teapot and tea leaves, she will make it right
(ok im done imagining her life lets get to the good stuff)
modern!mizu loves little touches
whether it’s holding u by ur hand or shoulder or waist, her hand will always be there
her main love language is physical touch
the more comfortable she gets with u, the longer she’ll leave her hand on u
whenever u and her are out at a party or gathering, u implemented the secret squeeze if either one of u wants to get out
u haven’t used it before but mizu did a few times
it was when she just wanted to be closer to u in the comfort of her own bed
modern!mizu enjoys shopping w u
she kind of knows her style: comfy and light
but she never explored how to pair clothes together until u showed her some basic pairing
when she first met akemi, she was uncomfortable with more feminine styles and shopping for going-out tops with her
it mainly stems from just not knowing a lot of trends and seeing a wide range of items
she got accustomed the items but seeing u have fun trying new tops
totally not sneaking into the changing room and stealing a few kisses many kisses
modern!mizu also enjoys holding ur things for u
she won’t say it explicitly but she is silently expressive ab it
u need someone to hold ur drink while u fix ur shoes? she got it. need someone to hold ur bag while u go to the bathroom? she got it.
need someone to get a glass of water even though ur all comfy in bed? she will get it (for a price aka some extra cuddles & kisses)
she’s also the type of put ur hand behind ur back when ur in a crowd
ok thats all for now but hope u enjoyed ♡
#mizu x reader#mizu bes#bes mizu#mizu blue eye samurai#blue eye samurai#blue eye samurai mizu#modern au#mizu x you#mizu x y/n#mizu headcanons#mizu#headcanon#modern au fic#modern au mizu#blue eye samurai modern au#modern au blue eye samurai#modern mizu x reader
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ringo roadagain's appearance and the name of his stand "mandom" are based off of the 1970s commercials that use jerry wallace's song "lovers of the world" as a backdrop to the "true man's world" of charles' bronson. in case you wanted to feel a little nuts today
All the world loves MANDOM Man O man- that's MANDOM
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and ringo was his name-o
details below cut
rings:
UH OH!!!! 🙀
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The singer Lonnie Donegan was born on April 29th 1931 in Bridgeton Glasgow.
Donegan was born Anthony James Donegan, the son of a Scottish father and Irish mother. His father was a professional violinist who had played with the Scottish National Orchestra.
He moved with his mother to London at an early age, after his parents divorced. Inspired by blues music and New Orleans jazz bands he heard on the radio, he resolved to learn the guitar, and bought his first at the age of fourteen. He took his first name after a New Orleans blues singer he admired called Lonnie Johnson.
The first band he ever played in was the trad jazz band led by Chris Barber, who approached him on a train asking him if he wanted to audition for his group. Barber had heard that Donegan was a good banjo player; in fact, Donegan had never played the banjo at this point, but he bought one and managed to bluff his way through the audition. His stint in this group was interrupted, however, when he was called up for National Service in 1949.
In 1952, he formed his first own group, the Tony Donegan Jazzband, which found some work around London. On one occasion they opened for the blues musician Lonnie Johnson at the Royal Festival Hall. Donegan was a big fan of Johnson, and took his first name as a tribute to him. The story goes that the host at the concert got the musicians’ names confused, calling them “Tony Johnson” and “Lonnie Donegan”, and Donegan was happy to keep the name.
Donegan recorded a reworking of an American folk tune, Rock Island Line. Decca released the song in 1956, billed by the Lonnie Donegan Skiffle Group. The record, with its talking sequences, homage to Americana, and fast train shuffle climax, became a major hit in Britain and America. Because he was paid a flat fee for the session, Donegan didn’t receive any royalty payments for his most popular and influential song until the label struck a new deal for him 40 years later. However, Rock Island Line made him a star in his own right and would remain his signature song throughout his career.
From 1956 through 1962, he enjoyed a string of 34 British hits including Puttin’ on the Style and Cumberland Gap, which hit number one in 1957, Don’t You Rock Me Daddy-O, which reached number four in the same year, and the raucous sing-along My Old Man’s a Dustman which climbed to the top of the charts in 1960. It’s not hard to see why Lonnie is regarded as the first real pop star, his fans included the likes of Lennon and McCartney, who’s first group, The Quarrymen were a skiffle group. he Shadows, the Searchers, the Hollies, Herman’s Hermits, Gerry & the Pacemakers, and Cliff Richard all began their musical lives doing skiffle.
As the swinging sixties rolled on Donegans hits dried up but he was always in demand for gigs at home and across the world, he also dabbled in a wee bit acting and his own song publishing business, his most popular song he bought the rights for being Nights in white Satin. In the 70’s he popped upon the occasional TV shows during breaks from touring, in 1972 Tom Jones covered one of Lonnie’s songs and it went top 5 on both sides of the Atlantic. As a performer he continued to record and lease unsuccessful sides to Pye, Decca, Black Lion, and RCA.
A 1976 heart attack forced Donegan into an uneasy semi-retirement in California. Two years later, Chrysalis Records organized an all-star recreation of his early hits Puttin’ on the Style. Produced by former British teen idol Adam Faith and boasting duets with Ringo Starr, Elton John, and Rory Gallagher, it was his last major-selling album. Follow-ups with respected session ace Albert Lee and Cajun-fiddler Doug Kershaw seemed to point him towards country music, but a series of heart attacks in 1979 ended his full-time career.
In later years Donegan made a series of guest appearances with old friend Chris Barber including a featured spot on Van Morrison’s Skiffle Sessions: Live in Belfast 1998. Just before his death, he returned to touring full time, exhibiting much of his classic verve and humour before standing-room-only crowds. Donegan died on November 3rd, 2002, in Peterborough.
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John and Graham in the movie "The Magic Christian" (1969) :D
(btw I do recommend y'all to watch "The Magic Christian" (1969), which can simply be described as "Literal Acid Trip (fr): the Movie", which also stars Peter Sellers and Ringo Starr. Plus obviously John and Gray (+ Spike Milligan) cameo in the film, so be on the lookout for them!)
Also, I know these characters never actually shared any screen time together, but uhh I personally wanna ship them both <33 (that may also be due to the fact that I'm a John x Graham duo lover, like i just luv em together 💓!! Also, since these characters don't have any actual names in the actual film, imma headcannon their names tbh. For Mr Dougdale (I'm pretty sure "Dougdale" is his surname imo), i think he'd be called "Dennis" cuz imo it kinda fits in a way, so Mr Dennis Dougdale. For the Oxford crewman, I headcannon his name to be Oliver "Ollie" Cunningham, because uhh why not? (also cuz I literally took the first initials of "O" & "C" from character's name "Oxford crewman" lol, so uhh yeah). Ok uhh rambling over! Please do watch the film though, like fr it's kinda crazy but a surreal and funny kinda way. Also cuz Ringo Starr is in it :).
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Oh hai, it's a Mizukemi Yakuza AU! Many thanks to @todaywefvight for collaborating with me on this project, it's been so fun!
You can read it after the cut or also here:
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Katsugi (noun): shouldering, carrying, raising, bearing.
<i>Katsugi is a noun form of katsugu, which means “to carry on your shoulder”. So in katsugi waza, you life your shinai towards your left or right shoulder instead of above your head</i>.
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Akemi's outfit would be completely unacceptable back in Kyoto. Short, tight, blood red, her cleavage on full display-- Akemi looks nothing like either the dutiful Yakuza daughter or the med student overachiever that are the warring counterparts of her identity...
But it’s summer break, the first summer of Akemi's life that hasn't been filled with "family" functions or cram schools or internships. Next year, she'll begin her residency in Florida under a new name and a social security number she’d bought for a hefty price.
Even though she's spent the last eight years in New York, she's only been out maybe a dozen times, always at the behest of Ringo. It's not any different this time.
"You finally have some time to enjoy yourself. Live this life you worked so hard for," he'd said.
Ringo knows her better than anyone. Is the only person who's ever been able to change her mind– and Akemi has always been stubborn. Like her father.
The same stubbornness that had elevated the Tokunobu clan to the one of the four great Yakuza families in Japan is what allowed Akemi to escape it. She’d crossed an ocean so she could become the opposite of her father. Someone who helped people. A doctor.
Or, if she wanted, for just one night, an ordinary girl on her way to a club in a dress that was way too small and unsuitable for the weather. Ringo will let her borrow his leather jacket, and besides, he’s picking her up in his car. She can hear him honking the horn for her, so she steps out into the not quite warm spring air.
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The phone rings in the dim apartment, interrupting its owner as she sits at the table, a katana laid out beside a bottle of polishing oil. Sharpening stone in hand, she finishes the remaining strokes with a satisfying vibration, before wiping it down with a lambskin cloth.
She shakes her head and lets the answering machine pick up.
[ We are calling to inform you about your car’s extended warranty- ]
She growls and rolls her eyes. Try as she might to keep her status updated on Do Not Call lists, there’s always some scam or gaudy advert that weasels its way in.
She stands, tall and slender, then strides into the bedroom, where she picks up a pair of slacks, a button-down and suspenders, and heads into the bathroom. The club, O, would be opening up soon.
12AM
Lace-up boots splash in the shallow puddles of a recent rainfall, as footsteps carry her to the famed nightclub, O. Music spills out onto the streets from inside the three-story building, along with colorful and strobing lights. The orange lenses of her glasses filter everything.
Easily dodging a few drunken and unsteady passersby, she wears her sword inconspicuously at her hip. Any other night, such a weapon would draw much attention- but this event gives her a perfect alibi.
Walking past the entrance and into the back of the long line of patrons, she takes a deep breath and waits.
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“What’s the matter?” Akemi worriedly checks her makeup in Ringo’s sideview mirror. It nearly falls off when she tries to adjust it.
“I told you. It’s a masquerade.”
She notices that Ringo is wearing a mask, not what she’d presumed to be a hat, on his head. Probably so he can focus on driving.
Akemi shrugs.
“So what? They’ll have masks there, won’t they?”
Ringo sighs heavily, then gives her a once over. “Take off your stocking.”
“What? No!”
Ringo folds his arms, his prosthetic hooks resting on each bicep. “Trust me. I’m the fashion student.”
Akemi sighs and reluctantly hikes up her skirt in order to unhook her garter belt.
Ringo’s voice startles her. “Are you wearing a fucking knife?”
Akemi looks up and blinks. Right. Ringo doesn’t really see this side of her that often. “Just in case,” she says, then slides her fishnet stocking down her leg.
Ringo shakes his head. “What about security?”
“What about security? O just has four bouncers at the door. They're not going to pat me down. They don't have cameras. There's not even typically anyone at the back.”
“Who checks that kind of thing?!”
Akemi shoots him a warning look. He knows about her family, but he doesn’t. He’s from Kyuushu. “Let me have my little ways, Ringo. We’ve talked about this.” A bit too much, for Akemi's taste. It’s a subject she lacks patience in. She peels her stocking off and and hands it over to Ringo, then moves to take the other one off– but Ringo stops her.
“I only need one.”
“What? I’m not going to wear one stocking–”
“Rip it up in a couple places, it’ll look good.” Ringo reaches into the compartment between him and exchanges his hook prosthetic for a knife prosthetic– a shearing knife, to be exact. Akemi watches him work, but the mess of material in his hands makes no sense to her. She looks down at her remaining stocking, on her right leg, and takes Ringo’s advice. Worst case scenario, she’ll just get rid of the garment.
But it ends up looking good. And Ringo has fashioned a long rectangle of fabric out of the fishnet. He hands it to Akemi. She uses the mirror– which is now definitely tilted– as a guide. She wraps the cloth around her eyes. The strings of thread in front of her eyes are unexpectedly non-occlusive. It looks surprisingly appropriate– modern– but it also clearly fulfills the dress code.
It takes three tries for Ringo to get the car started, but his car always starts on the third try. The day it doesn’t it when Ringo says he’ll finally give up the jalopy he’s had since he came to the States. He parks it far away from the blazing pink O that towers above the club.
Outside of his. car, Ringo looks chic, his suit avant garde and deconstructed, his prosthetics a complement. His mask is similarly deconstructed. With Akemi by his side, a promoter scouts them and takes them to the front of the line.
It’s been a really long time since Akemi’s been on display. Ever since she got to university, she’s been in either sweats or suits, depending on the occasion. It was a deliberate choice, a rejection of everything her father had raised her to be—a beautiful thing, a possession to be leveraged or sold.
The old posture comes back like muscle memory, spine straight, head inclined just so, a graceful step. She attracts attention, especially in a crowd of Americans, especially next to Ringo, who looks like her fancy bodyguard. Especially since they’ve been chosen by the promoter to bypass the line.
Akemi’s eyes flicker over—everyone is wearing masks, half the crowd is in costume. You’d never see this sort of thing in Japan, except for maybe Harajuku. It’s too extra. Maybe that’s why the wolf in black catches her eye. As soon as she really looks, she realizes she’s caught their eye, too.
Everything stops, and turns blue—ice blue. The eyes are so bright she can see them even from here, even in the silver lines of a lupine mask. The eyes are the only part Akemi can see. The snarling muzzle of the mask makes the eyes look animal, predatory.
The figure is long, and slim, suited in sharp black lines. Perhaps it’s the posture that stops Akemi—no, it’s more like a stance. It makes sense, because the man is wearing a sword.
And staring right at her, like he knows her, like he knows more about her than she knows about herself. Akemi turns as she walks by, unable to let go of those eyes—until Ringo calls her name, and she realizes they’ve gotten too far ahead of him and the promoter—she rushes after them, towards the entrance of the club.
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The looming neon O bathes the street in a pink glow.
The line moves surprisingly fast for how many patrons are ahead of her, yet Mizu’s patience is quietly waning. Club-goers begin putting on their masks, if they aren’t already eagerly donning them, complimenting each other on their outfits. Mizu is particular about her appearance and is almost always dressed to the nines in any public appearance. She doesn’t have anyone to dress for but herself, and takes a quiet pride in it.
Deft fingers detach the wolf mask from her hip, while her other hand removes the glasses from her eyes as she slips it on. She was lucky enough to find it at a specialty costume shop- it looked much more elegant than most of the novelty items there, and stylish enough not to feel too ridiculous. What’s more, it complimented her dark silhouette as much as any costume could. The shape settled comfortably against her face, a matte black visage dusted with traces of silvery blue. Mizu hadn’t grown up in very social settings, despite dealing with large swathes of people in her line of work. She takes a private delight in the opportunity to remain anonymous.
Even more so, given the task at hand. She’s waited years for this opportunity. Years of gaining information here and there, years of dead ends and trickles of clues, and then… everything is finally coming together, so beautifully orchestrated that it almost feels too easy. Especially to someone like Mizu, ever the skeptic.
Weeks ago– after mercenary jobs were cleared from her schedule and she was able to revisit a long-held personal vendetta– Mizu had tracked down a stateside associate of the Tokunobu clan. Through careful investigation, Mizu unearthed a trail of information on the only daughter of the bastard Lord Daichi.
The temptation to capture and torture the associate was strong, and Mizu could have probably pulled it off. But she wanted to strike closer to Daichi’s heart, and pride.
Akemi. The little princess was privileged enough to travel stateside and pursue an education, the records showed. With clean hands and a clear mind. Perhaps Daichi let her leash out so that she could be sated on her thirst for knowledge, fattening herself in self satisfaction. It was impressive, really.
And the demon in Mizu was that much more eager to strip her of that opportunity.
She’s going to make make his daughter’s life hell, and when she’s finished with her, she ‘s going to draw out her father.
Mizu and Daichi are both sinners, but she intends to make the oyabun of the Tokunobu clan pay for his in full. Mizu is fairly insensitive to greed and corruption in the world, but that bastard was responsible for the collapse of her personal corner of the universe.
She slips her glasses into her pocket, straightens, and stares ahead, letting out a light sigh as she observes everything around her. She cultivates an air of vague disinterest.
She feels, before seeing, the woman who would walk past in just a moment, a fire beginning to smolder in her breast. The loud call of a promoter signals everyone to make way, leading a chosen few past the velvet ropes and weaving through those loitering outside of the line.
Mizu turns without thinking, eyes drawn like a magnet. Locked onto a gaze darker than hers, yet bright with recognition and… just as tethered to Mizu herself as she is to those eyes.
A young woman whose face had stared back at her from low-res photographs on the four walls of her apartment a thousand times before… now it was here, in the flesh, not even five feet away.
In that moment, it feels like she knows. Mizu is not often unnerved, and she tells herself she isn't now, knowing it is a half truth at best as her posture goes rigid, her breath catching in her chest.
She sees in those eyes, opportunity… and, something she cannot yet put a name to. Yet.
And just like that, the spell is broken. She’s staring at the back of her head til it disappears into the crowd.
Mizu blinks, and stills the urge to bolt somewhere to find a back entrance. That would be guarded as well, especially on a night like this.
No matter.
Her prey is in the four walls of the club, and that is more than enough for her purposes.
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Akemi wishes she’d brought earplugs. It's way too loud in this club. It's impossible to hear anything Ringo is saying– she keeps shaking her head at him when he talks. Finally, he makes a drinking motion with his hands, and Akemi nods.
She looks around her as she waits for Ringo. American girls don't dance like Japanese girls– they sweat under the lights, let their makeup run down their faces. Mizu stares at them, a little transfixed. It's raw, muscle under skin… beautiful.
She remembers those eyes, the dark figure in line, wonders if she'll see him in here. Wonders if he’ll hunt her down.
But then, Akemi’s never been into men. So she shakes off that too-long look, accepts a drink from Ringo, and studies the crowd, trying to figure out how to move so she at least didn't stand out like a sore thumb.
It’s so loud, she can feel, not just hear the music. That helps a little– hard not to keep the rhythm when it’s in your bones. The second she and Ringo enter the crowd, it’s not an option not to dance. So she does her best. At first, she imitates the people around her– then she starts to get it, the way the shoulders go, the hip rolls, the beat– she and Ringo are ensconsed by dancers, and have both done very well not losing their drinks.
Ringo toasts Akemi, and she toasts him back. They dance, mostly with each other, but they open themselves to everyone around them… Akemi has a low-key goal of going home with someone, but being a femme Asian woman makes it hard to go home with who she wants to– white guys in particular tend to get in Akemi’s way.
Not even fifteen minutes in and some guy in a tiger mask is dominating her attention. It doesn't really matter. If she ends up dancing the night away with Ringo, it’ll be the most fun she's had since she remembers.
Besides, the guy’s a pretty decent dancer– she's pretty sure he's foreign, maybe Asian like her, from his movements. He doesn't get into her space, like the Americans. When she copies his movements, he smiles.
Ringo’s been distracted by some girl. Akemi shrugs, follows tiger mask into the crowd– when he goes to place a hand on her waist, she stops it with a hand on his wrist– the dancer takes the hint, thankfully. Seemed to only be pulling her to guide her–
Tiger mask bends closer to Akemi’s ear– she hears: “too loud” and nods in agreement, and follows him off the dance floor. When he guides her down a corner and gestures towards a door, she shrugs. She’s not about to follow a stranger into an unoccupied room at the club. So she just looks at what the door reveals, curious.
The thing is, it's a billiards room. And pool is s Akemi’s weakness. Pool halls were the center of the best and most peaceful times of her childhood.
And she’s damn good at it.
“Wanna play?” Akemi asks the stranger in the tiger’s mask. She realizes she hasn't heard him speak yet.
She heads over to me the row of pool cues anyways. Picks her stick, heavy and short. “Come on,” says Akemi. “Bet you a hundred bucks I'll win.”
“No need to bet,” says the man in the tiger mask. Akemi freezes. She knows that voice– but he’s taking his tiger mask off. “I know you'll win.”
“Taigen,” gasps Akemi.
He’s so different than he was the last time she'd seen him, a high school senior, with a school appropriate haircut, a slimmer physique, and clear skin.
A tattoo of a dragon pokes out of his t-shirt, a nod to the family business–her family business. He’s thick with long-hewn muscle. His hair is long– he wears it in a top knot. He's wearing exactly the kind of shiny suit they used to make fun of when they were young.
It makes sense. He’s her father’s wakagashira now, his second-in-command. The day he told Akemi he was going to work for her father was the last day they spoke.
“Taigen,” Akemi repeats. “What are you doing here?”
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It’s as chaotic inside as expected. Knowing her target is so close, while she’s held up by the crowd, feels like drowning. Mizu keeps her stoic facade as the crowd draws nearer to the bouncers, but she feels something start to stoke the anxious spark inside of her into a fire.
She makes it past the entryway before it ignites. Past the first bar the club opens up to a vast dance floor, nearly every inch of it covered with people. The music pulses in her ears and in her ribcage. Partygoers bump her shoulders as they skirt past.
If she desired, Mizu could cut them all down. It would make her mission easier. But that wouldn’t be the thing to do. Especially knowing that Yakuza from the Tokunobu clan could be nearby. Mizu was more than efficient at tracking, but it would be foolish not to assume that others could be tracking her.
Stopping at the corner of the second, bigger bar, she backed into a small pocket of space to gather herself. Her heart was racing. Every time she blinked she saw those imploring eyes.
Mizu’s eyes squeezed shut as if to wrench it from her vision, and she took a deep breath. Held it for a few seconds. She imagined the anxiety within her (a rare element for the swordswoman) as flecks of golden dust in her lungs, swirling around. And with a slow and thorough exhale, she breathed out, through the snarling maw of the wolf. She opened her eyes, and steadily scanned the crowd, patrons moving together like some giant beast.
A hand traced her shoulder. Gripping her sword, she declined to sheathe it as she turned, meeting the masked face of a woman dressed as an exotic bird.
“Hello handsome, can I buy this wolf a drink?” She was forward, only looking to flatter. Mizu’s eyes stared dully back and she calmly brushed the woman’s wrist away. Words weren’t needed; it was too damn loud in here anyway.
She would start on the outside, scanning outlines, silhouettes framed by the strobing lights and swirling colors. This may take a while, and patience was needed now more than ever. Mizu was never sloppy, but she felt the potential, the eagerness as a beast breaking its containment. If anything could make her trip, it was Akemi.
Standing with her back against the wall, she caught sight of the taller companion that was with her when they headed to the front. Gaze sharpened, and she saw her. Talking to a man wearing a gaudy suit and a tiger mask. The body language read that she did not know him, but she was apparently interested enough to follow him. Mizu held her breath as she watched, where they soon disappeared into a hallway, no doubt to another room within. Mizu straightened, grip tightening on her sword. Her eyes narrowed, and she followed. There was no need to rush now. She would tread carefully, with the surety that each step would carry her further to her task.
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Akemi can’t help it—she’s glad to see Taigen. After all, he was her oldest friend, her childhood sweetheart who didn’t hold it against her when she figured out she was gay, kept her secret for her—even after he joined her father, even now. He gives her one of his old bear hugs, lifting her off the floor—even with five inch heels on, Taigen still towers over Akemi.
“I thought you were supposed to be in med school,” teases Taigen, gesturing at Akemi’s club wear.
“I thought you were supposed to be committing crime with my father,” says Akemi, folding her arms. She’ll always love Taigen, but the old betrayal still rankles. Half their friendship had been dreaming their way out of the world they were born into. She’s even had a plane ticket ready for him. It would have been that easy, not to become a scumbag like her father.
The smile has long since faded from Taigen’s face. There’s something new in the set of his features. Akemi has a good guess about some of the things he must have done by now. He sighs, and blinks, and all of the sudden, his eyes are completely cold. “He wants you back.”
All of the sudden, Akemi knows it’s very important to pay attention. “We have a deal,” she says. Not one she intends on keeping. And, apparently, not one her father intends on keeping, either.
She looks around. Only the one door, and the windows are too high for her to access before Taigen can get to her.
Taigen shakes his head. “Not anymore. Your father’s brokered a merger with the Ito clan. You’re a doctor, like you wanted. He did his duty to you. Now it’s time for you to do your duty.”
Akemi has been dodging her “duty” since she was 13 years old, when it was obvious that she was going to be beautiful. The only thing that kept Tokunobu from selling her off was the idea that a virginal, well-educated wife was more valuable than a whore he could use to placate his contacts with, like his friends did with their daughters.
Akemi had insisted that her education be overseas. She had a whole new identity waiting for her in Florida. She wonders if there was a leak, if this is why her father’s making his move now.
Akemi backs away from Taigen. There’s a door set in between the empty bookshelves that line one wall of the billiards room. “If I say no?” she says, eyes flickering towards the door they’d come in through.
“I’ve got two guys waiting on the other side of that door. Twenty three more in the club.”
Akemi nods. “So you were expecting a fight, huh?”
“There’s more going on than you know. You have eyes on you. Your father wants you back under his protection.”
Akemi laughs bitterly. “You actually believe this bullshit now, don’t you?”
Taigen shakes his head, has the audacity to give her a pitying look. “You know how this game is played, Akemi.”
At that moment, they’re both interrupted by a shout and a crash coming from the other side of the door. After a beat, the door crashes open.
The man from outside—the wolf, the one who’d been standing in line, the one who’d been staring at her— steps into the room, utterly calm despite the fact that there are bodies behind him—Taigen’s men. He steps into the room, and brandishes a blood-covered sword, pointing it at Taigen.
The swordsman speaks in Japanese, in an oddly musical voice. “She’s coming with me.”
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The second she turns into the hall, she spots the two men in well-fitted suits, the blades at their sides similar to hers. Mizu’s hackles raise, and she draws her blade. Unmistakable Yakuza. She wonders how many may have infiltrated the club.
The question is, are they for Akemi’s protection, or to kill her, or something else? Something in Mizu’s chest leaps as the thought crosses her mind– what a terrible irony it would be if her chance at revenge was lost like that– an image flashes in her mind, the woman’s body splayed on the floor, red dress stained with a darker red.
Focus.
The guards step in front of the door, hands reaching for their weapons. One manages to shout a warning into the inconspicuous earpiece that he wears, his eyes wide. She cuts in high wide arc, slicing through their tracheas and external carotid arteries before they can attack– before they can say anything further.
The door is locked. She severs the handle and thrusts to crush the mechanism inside, then delivers a strong kick to take care of the rest.
Mizu finds Akemi inside. Shocked, of course. She’s still alive.The man is leaning toward her, but he straightens defensively as Mizu walks inside. A trickle of blood that is not her own runs down the ridge of her mask. Her sword–its blade a brilliant blue, covered in red– raises and points to him. A drop falls onto the pool table that sits between them.
“She’s coming with me.”
The man steps forward with his weapon, his proud chest out, waist coiled. He’s tense. A juxtaposition with Mizu’s controlled but open stance. Mizu notices the shape of his tattoo, peeking out from between the open buttons of his shirt and recognizes it immediately.
Tokunobu.
Her eyes narrow and her head lowers like a predator.
He opens his mouth to retort, but Mizu disregards it as unimportant. Futile.
Mizu watches carefully. It’s often predictable that her opponents make the first strike, and she is waiting for just that.
But the next to move is neither Mizu’s, nor the man’s.
A knife flashes behind him in the flourescent light, Akemi’s pale fingers curled tightly around the handle. It happens quickly, her features twisted into something vicious as she sinks it into his body.
“I do know how this game is played, Taigen.”
Mizu’s eyes widen in surprise. Daichi’s prized daughter is dangerous. Heavy footfalls crowd the doorway, and she feels Akemi turn with her in unison as more Yakuza rush in, weapons ready.
#blue eye samurai#mizukemi#mizu x akemi#akemizu#akemi x mizu#ao3 writer#fanfic#mizu blue eye samurai#akemi blue eye samurai#80s aesthetic
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The time has come for me to throw my two Rain Code OCs to the wolves! Let's break the ice for these two, shall we? Starting off with:
Name: Ringo Ignis
Nickname: Jazz (callsign)
Gender: Non-binary
Pronouns: He/they
Age: 24
Birthday: May 28th
Height: 5’8”
Eye Symbol: Vesica piscis
Voice Claim: Griffin Burns
Likes: Parkour, busywork, reptiles
Dislikes: Lazing around, cold weather
Instrument Motif: Marimba
A Master Detective with an expertise in visual trickery, specializing in stalking cases. Their Forte is Will-O-The-Wisp, a power honed to create a perfect holographic replica of themself that can be commanded through thought. However, the hologram cannot touch anything, and any directly applied pressure can destroy it. He’s surprisingly easy-going, preferring to roll with the punches and come up with plans on the fly rather than prepare in advance. His thrill-seeking lifestyle often places him on his lonesome, so they tend to find company in their own holograms. Anyone unlucky enough to be in his vicinity are likely to be roped into his spontaneous plans, as they’re always searching for a helping hand and potential friend. They’re also quite the workaholic, but the reason as to why is yet to be disclosed.
And next up, we have:
Name: Sylvester Nettle
Nickname: Lieu (new name bestowed from Amaterasu)
Gender: Non-binary
Pronouns: They/them
Age: 29
Birthday: September 13th
Height: 5’11”
Eye Symbol: General prohibition sign
Voice Claim: Cherise Boothe
Likes: Tea, sharpening tools
Dislikes: Coffee, parties
Instrument Motif: Cello
An Amaterasu hitman highly trained with poisons and close-quarters combat. Specially selected from a group of freelance hitmen alongside Hitman Zilch/Aide, they adapted quickly to Amaterasu’s hostile environment. They valued their camaraderie with Aide as much as the money they were paid for their services. Unfortunately, as Aide became more infatuated with Director Yomi, Lieu was forced to settle for a strained fellowship. They allowed themself to reminisce on the good old days to fuel their work ethic, in hopes they could rekindle the alliance they once had by jumping at any chance to show off. After Aide’s death, however, Lieu succumbs to their nurtured pride and is dead set on filling in the hole that his passing left in the peacekeeper division.
Feel free to ask any questions about either of them by the way! Fun facts, dynamics with canon characters, favorites; you name it, I've got it! I have a decent set-up for both of them, and I'd love to develop them as I go!
As a bonus, have two more Ringos!
#all designs were made from picrew#cause i do not have a bone in my body that has the drawing ability#fun fact ringo was in development hell for a while#but after i started developing lieu i came right back for them#no blorbo goes unaccounted for#rain code#rain code spoilers#rain code oc#ringo ignis#sylvester nettle
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this might be an out of left field beatles hot take but I think one of the reasons kids love ringo is because his name is just… so… these are two WORDS that I learned in pre-school? I know what a ring is, I know what a star is? They are shapes?? But they each have an extra letter?? And the other guys in the band have regular Man Names but he’s just… named that??
And then “ring” is a circle and so is “o” and that’s neat
And then the roundness of a circle next to the pointiness of a star is also neat
I guess this hot take is actually “ringo starr is a cool name” which is perhaps not a very hot take :)
this is so random and specific i'm crying bdkfdsijlfjgksd
anyway, based
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TV Guide - May 9 - 15, 1964
Victor Morrow (born Victor Morozoff; February 14, 1929 – July 23, 1982) Film and television actor. He came to prominence as one of the leads of the ABC drama series Combat! (1962–1967), which earned him an Emmy nomination for Outstanding Continued Performance by an Actor in a Series. Morrow continued acting up to his death during filming of Twilight Zone: The Movie (1983) when he and two child actors were killed by a stunt helicopter crash.
Morrow began appearing on television in the early 1950′s, guest starring on shows like The Millionaire, Matinee Theatre, Climax!, Alfred Hitchcock Presents, The Restless Gun, Trackdown, Richard Diamond, Private Detective, and Telephone Time.
Despite appearing in movies Morrow remained mostly a television actor, appearing in Naked City, Wichita Town, The Rifleman, The Lineup, Johnny Ringo, The Brothers Brannagan, The Law and Mr. Jones, The Lawless Years, The Barbara Stanwyck Show, General Electric Theatre, Target: The Corruptors, The Tall Man, Outlaws, Bonanza, Death Valley Days, Alcoa Premiere, Suspense, The Immortal, Dan August, Hawaii Five-O, Mannix, Sarge, McCloud, Owen Marshall, Counselor at Law and The Untouchables.
He was cast in the early Bonanza episode "The Avenger" as a mysterious figure known only as "Lassiter" – named after his town of origin – who arrives in Virginia City, and helps save Ben and Adam Cartwright from an unjust hanging, while eventually gunning down one sought-after man, revealing himself as the hunter of a lynch mob who killed his father; having so far killed about half the mob, he rides off into the night, in an episode that resembles the later Clint Eastwood film High Plains Drifter. Morrow later appeared in the third season Bonanza episode "The Tin Badge". (Wikipedia)
Rick Jason (born Richard Jacobson; May 21, 1923 – October 16, 2000) Film and television actor most remembered for starring in the ABC television drama Combat! (1962–1967).
In the 1950′s Jason received offers for television series. He guest-starred on ABC's anthology series, The Pepsi-Cola Playhouse. In 1954, he played Joaquin Murietta, the notorious Mexican bandit of the California Gold Rush, in an episode of Jim Davis's syndicated western series Stories of the Century, the story of a railroad detective investigating crime in the American West. He appeared on the NBC interview program Here's Hollywood, in the Rawhide episodes "Incident of the Coyote Weed" and "Incident of the Valley in Shadow", and co-starred in 1969 in The Monk.
In 1960, he starred as insurance investigator Robin Scott in The Case of the Dangerous Robin, a syndicated American television series that lasted only one season. It was not renewed due to Jason's health issues, including back problems. In 1962, he began starring in the television series Combat! as Platoon Leader 2nd Lt. Gil Hanley, probably his most memorable role. In this series he shared the starring role in an alternating episode rotation, with Vic Morrow as Sgt. Chip Saunders, though in many episodes they both appeared. The show was a hit that lasted for 152 episodes in five seasons. (Wikipedia)
The outlandish TV Spoof was the British Series, “The Avengers”, starring Patrick McNee and Honor Blackman.
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Oh I love your art style, he’s got a very fresh design! Interesting backstory concept too :o And your other ocs’ names are extremely cute as well :) I’d enjoy seeing your earliest drawing of him if you have it on hand, always fun to see how ocs change overtime. Thanks for sharing!
this is so ass i had finished my response and then my phone decided not to work with data or wifi so post not saved 💔
anyway i’ll try to remember everything and in the meantime the pics are under the cut! ty for showing interest! :]
left is june 2016, right is october 2016
i think the first was done on medibang paint desktop and the second on mobile? (on phone, i didnt have a drawing ipad yet)
i think ringo’s been p aloof or aloof-seeming for his whole character existence tbh
also fun fact: his ears are rounded like that bc i based all of my octoling ocs on a splat1 datamine of the enemy octolings and they had rounded ears like that
so once octo expansion trailer dropped i had to update everyone 💀
#lakimusings#gari answers#squid thoughts#gari draws#gari’s ocs#i’ll also reblog on my art blog gingergari for the vault#i have the ref sheets for agents 3 4 and 8 up there already and im working on neo 3#i also have busts of some of my other characters bc their birthdays passed before i could make a ref sheet for them#if any of them interests you feel free to ask questions eithere here or on said art blog! :]#i’ve really appreciated your asks anon
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It’s been a lot of go-go-go lately, and even on weekends I don’t work there’s always been something that needs doing.
And okay, yeah, I do need to run into the next town over to pick up some meds. But otherwise my weekend is finally just mine.
I decided to take one of these almost-cooler than it has been lately mornings and bring Ringo to the dog park. It’s been so hot the past few months it’s hard to take him.
I found a nicely shaded spot, and it’s more early afternoon than morning (and so warmer than I had planned) but it’s nice enough just to sit outside where there’s not anyone to talk to me or ask me to do things or complain at me about this or that.
I’ve got a sweet drink from my fave local coffee shop I hardly ever get to drop by, and no where to be.
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" Lettuce welcome you to the house of doodles and doodads. Open your eyes to our creations and absurdities. " - Fish 12:24
" whenever thou goeth to a resteraunt thou must always sneaketh the utensils into thine shoes and leaveth the establishment with them. " - Ringo 4:20
Art blog ran by two friends 4 shits & giggles + ask/request box open 24/7 ! send us reqs on what to draw! ( NSFW dni ) ; posting daily?!?!
Meet Rev Ring☺️ :
Bio : evil smile hi Its me reverend ringo . but you can call me reverend ringo. i am also.............an athiest LAugh out Loud =)
Likes : i like comic books and video games
Dislikes : i dont like strawberry icecream and i think it tastes like shit
Pronouns : my pronouns are he him however adjectively i can be described as rugged muscular handsome charming and also muscular
Poster / Artist Signature : ☺️
Meet Father Fish :
Bio : gulb blup blup. Omnipresent.
Likes : long walks by the shore
Dislikes : dolphins. The name Martin.
Pronouns : Any
Poster / Artist Signature : ✰
all art by : rev ringo & father fish
⚠️NO REPOSTS OF OUR ART W/O CREDS⚠️
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I've always wondered what Valentine's heirarchy of subordinates would be like? Do you have one?
i sure do! (i saw ur other ask clarifying that this is for the au i have, thank u SOO much lovely!)
ive used the wiki of valentine's subordinates as reference for this. <3 they are in order of 'ranking' :D
there are no direct spoilers here, but some spoilers are implied; you have been warned!
President Valentine -- obviously, the figurehead for this. he's at the very top of this list! additionally, there is no canonical Vice President, its my personal headcanon that the vice president is just another Valentine from another universe that appears visually different enough to pass as VP.
Blackmore, Scarlet Valentine -- they share a place, as Scarlet is the first lady, & Blackmore is a personal assassin and considered a second-in-command to Valentine. although Blackmore technically shares 'rank' with Scarlet, he will still take orders from her.
Mike O., Enter Shikari (OC), & President's Aides (unnamed in canon) -- Mike is a personal assistant of Valentine, not quite sharing a rank with Blackmore, but works in close relation to him! Shikari-- my OC-- as previously mentioned, is Head of Defense & Security and acts as a 'plan B' or failsafe to fill in whenever Mike or Blackmore would be unavailable. The President's Aides are just other Valentine's from other universes that work 'behind the scenes', another failsafe for Valentine.
Diego Brando (Mayor of Manhattan, post-canon), Steven Steel, plus any other notable political figures in association with Valentine -- the Mayor of Manhattan himself! Nothing interesting to say here, he just has the authority to boss everyone beneath him around. additionally, as the Holy Corpse is stored in Manhattan, he's technically the overseer of it, ensuring its safety with Scary Monsters. Additionally, Steven Steel-- the promoter of the race, is here, too!
Axl RO, D-I-S-C-O, Ringo Roadagain, Pork Pie Hat Kid, Magenta Magenta, Wekapipo, Eleven Men, Alternate Diego Brando/Dio (ex-subordinate post-canon), Diego Brando (during canon) -- everyone listed here are henchmen of Valentine! You'd primarily see them as just guardsmen of Valentine, on political excursions, so on and so forth. Everyone here has permission to kill on behalf of the safety of America.
Dr. Ferdinand, Soundman (ex-subordinate post-canon, during canon), Lucy Steel (?) -- Ferdinand is a secretary of Valentine, was granted permission to kill during the events of SBR, but his job is primarily to just do all the stuff no one else wants to do. I do like to believe Ferdinand also helped locate some Corpse parts, too! Soundman (i know he's called Sandman in canon but he says his name is SOUNDMAN so i'm gonna call him that) was just a temporary alliance, just for Diego. Lucy is also here, if ONLY due to Steven.
every fucker else -- you are disposable garbage human beings to Valentine and his subordinates /j
I DO BELIEVE THAT COVERS EVERYTHING....??? thanks for letting me ramble about this au <3 this may be subject to change if i ever decide to swap some characters around.
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Some Tee headcanons
Before the headcanons begin, meet Shokuri (she is important)
She was originally gonna be named "Aku" (no relation to the character from Samurai Jack), but "aku" just means "evil" in Japanese, nothing else. So Shokuri it is (from "shoku, meaning "eclipse"). Her design was a bit based on Dark Marle.
Also, most of the characters seen in Puyo western release for Windows-DOS and Mac, Qwirks, do exist in my headcanon version of the Tetris world, which is why Feefle is here (Feegleiz the family pet, even though Shokuri owned it before taking in Tee).
Anyway to headcanons-
Shokuri was at the receiving end of a doorstep baby when she first met and took in Tee. (His biological older sister was the one who placed the basket and he was only a day old at least).
She had no idea where he came from and didn't have anyone who would take him so she ended up being the one to take initiative. She was rather bitter about it at first, but the kid grew on her.
The flying disc he uses as a weapon was a gift from his biological parents that was placed in a box in his basket. Its original condition upon being gifted was "battle-worn, but still rather usable", but then Ex noticed the condition of the disc during their first battle and refurbished it when Tee joined the Tetra Crew.
Shokuri taught Tee the basics of Tetris and how to convert the energy released by line clears into spells. When he became part of the Tetra Crew, he trained with Ess and Ai to learn some of the more advanced stuff (including how spins work) as well as how to play quicker.
Tee was always smart. Like, his child self could easily put two and two together if he's seen a pattern a couple of times.
He didn't just mature in a day. Tee saw and got the opportunity to battle Ex when he was 9 or 10 and lost the battle. It's canonically known that before the battle with Ex, Tee was cocky and had a huge ego. After losing (back to headcanon), his ego dropped, but he was still a bit cocky and hot-headed. He only became less cocky with subsequent losses, but still kept the hot-headedness.
This only changed almost a month after he finally won a match against Ex (back then, Tee was 12), when the latter had to take on the role of Keeper of Dimensions. To say having a 12-year-old in charge of an entire ship is kind of a bad idea, but the rest of the crew couldn't exactly be able to be captain to varying degrees (the amnesia that set in a day after Ex left didn't help). He wasn't in the right mind to lead either, but took the responsibility because someone needed to lead. He had to wise up beyond his years just so he can lead without too much issue.
The way I see Tee's relationship with Ringo is this: they aren't romantically involved due to the age gap (Ringo in my hc is 15 and Tee is 18-ish), but they are close friends.
His hair isn't dyed. Lavender is his natural hair color (the same could be said for all but one of his crewmates (his human ones btw) and their hair colors, as well as Ex having gray hair).
Even after the events of the first PuyoTet when the Tetra Crew met Ex again after all these years, Tee still has no idea how he met O. He never really saw or noticed him until sometime early on in his leadership, yet he still doesn't remember it (it's been years).
Tee actually has the third largest amount of psychic potential, with Ai being second. Jay and Elle beat them both by a wide margin.
Also worth noting, everyone originating from the Tetris world in my headcanon has psychic power that mimics the appearance and power of magic, rather than true magic like in the Puyo world.
I should have drawn baby Tee in the illustration a bit bigger...
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Time for your Rock Report
Peter Gabriel recently released the Bright-Side Mix of the title track from his forthcoming album, i/o. Written and produced by Gabriel, i/o was primarily recorded at Real World Studios in Wiltshire and The Beehive in London. The song features Soweto Gospel Choir, who were recorded at High Seas Studios in South Africa. Speaking about the new song, Gabriel said, "This month the song is i/o and i/o means input / output. You see it on the back of a lot of electrical equipment and it just triggered some ideas about the stuff we put in and pull out of ourselves, in physical and non-physical ways. That was the starting point of this idea and then trying to talk about the interconnectedness of everything." "The older I get, I probably don't get any smarter, but I have learned a few things and it makes a lot of sense to me that we are not these independent islands that we like to think we are, that we are part of a whole," he continued. "If we can see ourselves as better connected, still messed up individuals, but as part of a whole, then maybe there's something to learn?" i/o as a potential album title has long-been known within fan circles, and is now the name of the current project, the album and the forthcoming tour, but as Gabriel says, "It's been around for a long time as a title for this project. I always knew I was going to write a song called i/o, but the title came first."
Ringo Starr and his All Starr Band - Steve Lukather, Colin Hay, Edgar Winter, Warren Ham, Hamish Stuart, and Gregg Bissonette - have added four dates to their upcoming Spring 2023 tour. The 22-date tour begins in Temecula, California, on May 19 and concludes in San Jose, California, on June 17. The new dates are: May 23 in Long Beach, California; May 30 in Prescott Valley, Arizona; June 4 in Woodinville, Washington; and June 10 in Jacksonville, Oregon. "The joy for me about touring is playing live to an audience with the All Starr Band - so I'm always happy when we can add some more dates. See you in May," said Starr. Tickets are available now via Ticketmaster. The sale of tickets for Jacksonville will begin on April 28 at 10 a.m. PT. Closest to home gigs will be June 2 Eugene, OR Cuthbert Amphitheater, June 3 Bend, OR Hayden Homes Amphitheater, amdJune 4 Woodinville, WA Saint Michelle Winery.
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