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g3llyfish · 1 month

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Hey I wanted to request something funny.

Like redson and macaque ( separately ) kidnaps one of mk’s friends, fem s/o and they start laughing ( not like mocking them ) but more like ( I can’t believe this happened ) while saying “ no no I’m sorry..it’s just..this is the most effort a man has ever put into me 😂 “

Idk i thought it was funny in my head 🤔 hope this was okay

"DELUSIONAL"

Redson x FEM! reader x Macaque (Seperate)

Either platonic or romantic

Redson and Macaque judging the reader, Reader being delulu, MK just wants his best friend back TT

NOTE:

MY FIRST ASJ AAA Tbh, it can also be considered as GN!reader cause I mostly do second pov but I still hope you enjoy!!

🔥 || REDSON !!

It has been a few week of him trying to defeat the noodle boy to get his staff

As expected, he fails again and again, machines after machines being crushed by that stupid staff and that stupid monkey boy

Knowingly that there's no use for his machines since they only go to his scrap corner

Until an idea pops up in his big demon smart boy brain

What if he kidnaps someone who is dear to MK and bargain them for the staff!

I mean, if that stupid noodle boy loves his friends so much he would do everything to get his best friend back!

Brilliant! Amazing plan even!

Meanwhile, you were hanging out with Mei and MK in the anti-gravity arcade, having the greatest time if your life

Until the ceiling broke down...

You were immediately grabbed by the demon bull clones and tied up so you wouldn't escape.

"Redson?! Get back here with our best friend!" MK shouted at the bull prince who has you in his arms as you struggle.

"Never! Catch me if you can, noodle boy and dragon horse girl!" Redson yells back as he laughs dramatically and surrounds him, you, and the bull clones with his fire to teleport away.

Now you are hung from the ceiling in his lair, if that's what you like to call it considering the lava pool, tools, materials, engines, and many more are laying around the gigantic room.

"Let me go!" You demanded "What are you planning now, Redson? Y'know MK is gonna MK.O!!™ you again right?"

Redson scoffs a laugh, lifting up his welding mask to look up at your hanging state as he puts down his blowtorch.

"After I finish my invention, we will go up to the mountain where my father was imprisoned..." He started to monologue "and then... I will exchange your life for the staff! ...that noodle boy cares for you so much that he will give it to me willingly! And once I have the staff is mine... MY FATHER WILL GAIN HIS POWER AND BE THE GREATEST RULER OF THE WORLD!"

Redson's dark and overdramatic laughs echoes through the room as the lava's light reflected behind him, creating a giant menacing shadow of himself on the walls.

Meanwhile you only blink twice at him, not being effected by the intimidating aura that the prince made.

"You think I'm worth more than the staff?" "What"

"Well, you basically said that I'm the same price as the staff... Do you think I'm that special?" You grin at him while he was only flabbergasted by your words.

"W-what?! NO YOU IDIO--" "I don't know, like, you kidnapping me, thinking that I'm enough to be exchanged with the staff, you could've picked Mei but you chose me!"

Redson gave you a dumbfounded look, his eyebrows furrowing in frustration as you explain your conclusion.

"Like, you took effort to kidnap me, you think I'm that worth of effort? No one has ever done that for me" You continue as you sniffle a bit.

"Did-did you forget about the part where I said about my world domination?" Redson simply ask as he gives you a deadpanned stare.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm just so happy right now, you think I'm worth more than the staff? You think I'm that unique?" "Shut up, you're delusional."

While he made his invention to secure his plan, you were in the background trying to make him admit that he thinks you're special

You're not what he thinks you are that's for sure, with you being a giggling mess while you're LITERALLY CAPTURED BY TYE DEMON BULL PRINCE

He expected you to be like MK and Mei, someone who wrecklessly fighting anything that move...

Not someone who is off to delulu land with quips at the back of your hand

He definitely regrets the kidnapping plan

🍌 || MACAQUE !!

After the 'stealing-wukong's-powers-from-MK' plan didn't work, he couldn't find anymore information or updates in MK's life

Macaque has to keep a close eye on him afterall, considering he is Wukong's apprentice

So why not get one of MK's best friends? He can't just lurk in the shadows

Sure, that'll work but he needs more dept and personal stuff about MK, to find something to hold him back

So while you were on your way back home, not paying attention to your surroundings that was when Macaque took the opportunity.

You took a step and before you knew it, you were falling down to the ground into a theater place for shadow puppet shows.

You landed on your back on the wooden ground, making you raise your brow in confusion cause you remember that you were walking on a pedestrian.

As you look around the place, you hear a dark echoey chuckle from behind you making the hair on your skin rise.

You stood up immediately to see none other than the shadow of the six-eared Macaque.

"Hey, doll..." He chuckles again, his grin getting wider as his shadow shrinks and he turns into his monkey form.

"Macaque?! What am I doing here?! Are you here to hurt me?! Well bad luck, monkey!" You glared at him making him smirk.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you, I'm just here to borrow you for a while" Macaque says shrugging, getting closer towards the stage that you stood on.

"Me?" You ask in full confusion, your body relaxing as you put down your defenses.

"Mhm... You see, hiding in the shadow is not enough for getting information and I need you get me some," Macaque answers.

You pause as each side of your lips starts to slowly rise, "Me?"

"Yup, if you don't comply... then I might take back the 'I won't hurt you' part, simple, hm?" Macaque threatens with a hum.

You pause again, longer this time "me?"

"Yes, you..." Macaque sighs as he gives you a 'are you deaf?' look.

You held your laugh for a while before laughing aloud, Macaque, ofcourse felt as if you're underestimating him as he gets a little grumpy at your reaction.

"Wh- why are you laughing huh?!" "Pfft-- sorry! Sorry, sorry, it's just... I don't know it's funny"

"Funny how?" Macaque ask as he raises his eyebrow in frustration and crosses his arms.

"I don't know, you could've chosen anyone that could stalk MK for you but you chose me! Hah! I just didn't expect that someone would actually put effort on me" you laugh out.

"Effort?" Macaque questions, he wouldn't disagree with himself but he's definitely worried for your well-being.

"Yeah, I mean, you could've just sended me a text saying 'give me information or you're dead' text like my other exes, but here we are!" You continue to blabber making Macaque give you a concerned look.

"I-what..." "Yeah! I'm kinda flattered that you put so much effort on me, kidnapping me, tracking me down, watching which street I go to-- okay that's kinda creepy--" "okay, stop"

Macaque has to make you stop so he can continue his plan

He's mostly concerned about you cause who tf reacts like that?

He had to make a deal with you to proceed with his 'information gathering' plan but you always gawk at the fact that he chose you out of all people

Plan unsuccessful (?)

I'm sorry if it isn't to your expectations TT tell me criticisms if you'd like but I still hope you had fun with the fix as much as I did, love you pooksters :P

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mooishbeam · 5 months

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『♡』 The Remarkable Machine Who Learned How to Love

♡ featuring: toji x f!reader

♡ cw/tw: none, a little angst but a whole lot of fluff! wc: 1.6k+

notes: i was thinking about this all day and decided to whip up somethin in a couple hours. hope u like :P art by manuel_juju on twitter! comments and reblogs are appreciated!

In a kill-or-be-killed world, Toji reached the top of the food chain—unfortunately, staying at the top is a thousand times harder than the climb. And when he looked down, there was no one to catch his fall.

Before Toji met you, he was as aimless as a speck of dust, carried endlessly by an unpredictable tide of winds. He followed the cracked and crumbled path bespoken for lost souls like himself. Destined to be nothing but a vessel, a hollow man of sturdy muscle who worked himself to the bone, filthy jobs common men wouldn’t dare consider, because who was there to stop him anyway? Was there anything left for men birthed from hopeless circumstances, raised by broken homes to turn to lives of criminality? He couldn’t find an answer. He wasn’t equipped with the empathy to understand why guilt gnawed at his conscious; why whenever he ate takeout in his dimly lit apartment, it spilled out the chasm in his chest.

It was much easier to complete the task, to trudge to a check cashing facility to retrieve money he couldn’t care less about. Perhaps he’d walk this earth alone forever, constantly watching over his back from a fear of daggers shooting from every direction, waiting to strike at his most vulnerable. It was only a matter of time.

Or maybe he’d allow his sins to surpass him. Accept the peaceful release of death and pay the price of a vacant funeral service.

It was all but irreparable, until he walked into his usual convenience store and encountered the new clerk at the register. It was past midnight, and Toji placed the quick meal on the counter. When his tired eyes panned up from those frozen noodles, his heart reset, a part he thought died amidst the torment. It skipped across his ribcage, stopped until a fleeting breath pulled him back to reality, to the intense fluorescent lights and your warm welcoming smile. There wasn’t a single altercation that stole the air from his lungs the way you did.

Life hadn’t torn you apart yet.

Your eyes didn’t break away, unexpected, as Toji was used to people hanging their heads near him. He’s aware of his threatening stare and intimidating stature; it’s what keeps him alive. And you were unbothered. You scanned his item, and flashed those pearly whites that sent a nosedive straight to his stomach, “I’m a big fan of this brand!”

Toji remained tight lipped, unwilling to sift through difficult emotions and experience a feeling he believed himself to be undeserving of. He nodded, and somehow you continued, “Shouldn’t eat so late, though. Messes with your stomach.” A puff of wind pushed from his nose before he could stifle it. “Are you a doctor in the daytime?” You chuckled and bagged, “Sorry, slow day.”

He arrives the same week, searching for a couple of beers to bring back to his apartment. You were in an obviously dangerous position, with one foot off the step ladder as you attempted to push a bottle of cleaner onto the highest shelf. It was a fight between gravity, and the opponent nearly won before his hand grabbed the handle. “Oh! Thank you” you smiled. It was sunnier than the last and reopened the stitches he’d been struggling to sew since that moment.

Toji suddenly had countless excuses to go to the convenience store. Sometimes he’d enter for a snack, and you’d discuss your favorite chips, other times he pretended to need items just to hear your voice ramble about a niche topic you knew too much about. When his heart thrummed off kilter, and his mind became consumed with thoughts of the pretty night-shift cashier, a piece of him demeaned. How embarrassing it was, to be attracted to the scripted kindness of a service worker. Toji barely recognized he had favorites, let alone desires. So why did he have such an unwavering desire to see you?

He’d snatch a pack of noodles one day, a subconscious grin at the joining of your eyes. It didn’t matter if the twinkle in your gaze wasn’t exclusive to him; for a second, it felt like someone cared, and it was fulfillment he couldn’t shake.

You leaned over the counter on your elbows, “Did you know there’s over 35,000 ramen noodles restaurants in Japan?”

“I didn’t, but that sounds like a lot of options.”

“Mhm, you should try one. The real thing is way better.”

“I’m sure. I don’t really go out to restaurants often, so…”

“Me neither”, there’s a lengthy pause, and you finally blurted, “maybe we could go together!”

He was stunned. Lost for words, really. It wasn’t possible, a girl as beautiful as you who wants to be seen with a stone-cold machine in public. It had to be a prank, a fabrication by fate to taunt him. You grew an anxious smile, “Hah, sorry, I overstep-“

“I want to.” You stiffened, and he found solace in your shared nervousness. “O-oh! Great!”

Toji’s first date with you had been a disaster, though. He’s heavy handed by design, and it’s no different in his daily life. His strength leads to instances of clumsy behavior. He expected you to be appalled, disgusted, or at least judgmental.

You never shunned him. When he held your hand too tight, you slightly unclasped it. He wanted to retreat, to stuff them in his pockets and remain at a safe distance. But you interlocked hands and spoke soft, “It's okay, just try not to hold so tight.”

He swung the door open for your entry and almost shattered the glass door on the opposite wall. “I appreciate your enthusiasm” you giggled.

He was afraid to even hug you—he might underestimate his strength and crush your sternum. Toji walked you back to your place and turned to leave. “I’ll see ya around.” Despite that, you guided his calloused hands around your waist, slinked into his broad body, and embraced him. Every aspect of you, foreign but comforting—little breaths fanning his shirt, fingers brushing along his back, sugary perfume wafting in his nose.

It was heaven on Earth.

Now years have gone by, and instead of bleached walls and silence greeting him as his eyes crack open in the morning, he smells the familiar scent of pancakes, pans clattering on the stove. He waltzes into the kitchen in a hazy state and admires the aching back of his very pregnant wife. You have a hand assisting your lower back and another on the wooden spatula scrambling eggs.

Toji dropped his past for you after the engagement. He cashed his last check and disappeared from the underground circle without a trace. He was aware if he continued the path he was heading, the result awaiting him was six feet under. The outcome was unimportant, however, you—the image of tears streaming down your face at his poor volition, your figure keeled over his gravesite under dewy grass and wailing for his return to no avail. He couldn’t stomach it. He had to protect you and commit to the next stage of his life. He’d never tell you about his previous work. It was for the best. He’d be selfish, just this once.

One sock is different from the other, wearing loose shorts and a random shirt sitting above your massive belly. It’s his preferred version of you. Your stomach and thighs adorned in stretch marks, shaped like tiger stripes that declare your strength through each dip and curve; It's his greatest honor. You’d take on the complications, unending exhaustion, and hormone imbalances to bless him with a child. Toji hasn’t let you lift a finger since you got pregnant, opting to handle all the household tasks, borderline subservient to the mother of his child. So, his mouth twists when he sees you up so early.

He stands behind you, hands trailing from your upper thighs to your stomach, then the small of your back. You lean into him while he massages circles and whisper a tiny “Good morning.”

“Ya could’ve woke me up” Toji mumbles, kissing your temple. He wraps around to the underside of your belly, mindful of his muscle, and lifts it carefully. His respect for you increases tenfold with the heavy weight on his palms. You hum a pleased noise, sudden relief from your back. He carries it and smooths his thumbs over the taut skin.

“You’re a late sleeper, and I haven’t made breakfast in a long time.”

“Ya don’t have to do a thing, y’know.”

“I know. But I wanna do this for you”, and he grins. It’s quiet, standing in the warmth of your bodies, sunshine glowing through the window to cast an angelic gleam on your face.

Then he feels an imbalance of pressure along his fingers and mild wriggling within your tummy. Toji traces the movements, seeking to play a game with his unborn child. Sometimes it scares him, to bring new life into a world that almost smothered his light. He worries that he’ll end up on the same road as him or he won’t be a good enough father. The journey of parenthood is a long, laborious one. You’re always learning, and Toji’s still processing the basics. It’s complicated, he trips and falters; yet you’re there to support him, through thick and thin, sickness and in health.

What was he if not for you—his pillar, his source of happiness and comfort. You’d given him everything to wish for and infinite reasons to stick around. An iron criminal, bested by no mortal, chipped away by compassion and gentle hands.

“You can let go if it’s too heavy.”

I can stay here forever.

#jujutsu toji #jujutsu kaisen #toji fushiguro #toji fushigro x reader #toji x reader #jjk x reader #jjk

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mostlysignssomeportents · 5 months

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A year in illustration, 2023 edition (part two)

(This is part two; part one is here.)

The West Midlands Police were kind enough to upload a high-rez of their surveillance camera control room to Flickr under a CC license (they've since deleted it), and it was the perfect frame for dozens of repeating clown images with HAL9000 red noses. This worked out great. The clown face is from a 1940s ad for novelty masks.

https://pluralistic.net/2023/08/23/automation-blindness/#humans-in-the-loop

I spent an absurd amount of time transforming a photo I took of three pinball machines into union-busting themed tables, pulling in a bunch of images from old Soviet propaganda art. An editorial cartoon of Teddy Roosevelt with his big stick takes center stage, while a NLRB General Counsel Jennifer Abruzzo's official portrait presides over the scene. I hand-made the eight-segment TILT displays.

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/06/goons-ginks-and-company-finks/#if-blood-be-the-price-of-your-cursed-wealth

Working with the highest-possible rez sources makes all the difference in the world. Syvwlch's extremely high-rez paint-scraper is a gift to people writing about web-scraping, and the Matrix code waterfall mapped onto it like butter.

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/17/how-to-think-about-scraping/

This old TWA ad depicting a young man eagerly pitching an older man has incredible body-language – so much so that when I replaced their heads with raw meat, the intent and character remained intact. I often struggle for background to put behind images like this, but high-rez currency imagery, with the blown up intaglio, crushes it.

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/04/dont-let-your-meat-loaf/#meaty-beaty-big-and-bouncy

I transposed Photoshop instructions for turning a face into a zombie into Gimp instructions to make Zombie Uncle Sam. The guy looking at his watch kills me. He's from an old magazine illustration about radio broadcasting. What a face!

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/18/the-people-no/#tell-ya-what-i-want-what-i-really-really-want

The mansplaining guy from the TWA ad is back, but this time he's telling a whopper. It took so much work to give him that Pinnocchio nose. Clearly, he's lying about capitalism, hence the Atlas Shrugged cover. Bosch's "Garden of Earthly Delights" makes for an excellent, public domain hellscape fit for a nonconensual pitch about the miracle of capitalism.

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/27/six-sells/#youre-holding-it-wrong

There's no better image for stories about techbros scamming rubes than Bosch's 'The Conjurer.' Throw in Jeff Bezos's head and an Amazon logo and you're off to the races. I boobytrapped this image by adding as many fingers as I could fit onto each of these figures in the hopes that someone could falsely accuse me of AI-generating this. No one did.

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/06/attention-rents/#consumer-welfare-queens

Once again, it's Bosch to the rescue. Slap a different smiley-face emoji on each of the tormented figures in 'Garden of Earthly Delights' and you've got a perfect metaphor for the 'brand safety' problem of hard news dying online because brands don't want to be associated with unpleasant things, and the news is very unpleasant indeed.

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/11/ad-jacency/#brand-safety

I really struggle to come up with images for my linkdump posts. I'm running out of ways to illustrate assortments and varieties. I got to noodling with a Kellogg's mini-cereal variety pack and I realized it was the perfect place for a vicious gorilla image I'd just found online in a WWI propaganda poster headed 'Destroy This Mad Brute.' I put so many fake AI tells in this one – extra pupils, extra fingers, a super-AI-esque Kellogg's logo.

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/05/variegated/#nein

Bloodletting is the perfect metaphor for using rate-hikes to fight inflation. A vintage image of the Treasury, spattered with blood, makes a great backdrop. For the foreground, a medieval woodcut of bloodletting quacks – give one the head of Larry Summers, the other, Jerome Powell. For the patient, use Uncle Sam's head.

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/20/bloodletting/#inflated-ego

I killed a long videoconference call slicing up an old pulp cover showing a killer robot zapping a couple of shrunken people in bell-jars. It was the ideal image to illustrate Big Tech's enshittification, especially when it was decorated with some classic tech slogans.

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/22/who-wins-the-argument/#corporations-are-people-my-friend

There's something meditative about manually cutting out Tenniel engravings from Alice – the Jabberwock was insane. But it was worth it for this Tron-inflected illustration using a distorted Cartesian grid to display the enormous difference between e/acc and AI doomers, and everyone else in the world.

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/27/10-types-of-people/#taking-up-a-lot-of-space

Multilayer source images for your remixing pleasure:

Scientist in chemlabhttps://craphound.com/images/scientist-in-chem-lab.psd

Humpty Dumpty and the millionaires https://craphound.com/images/humpty-dumpty-and-the-millionaires.psd

Demon summoning https://craphound.com/images/demon-summoning.psd

Killer Robot and People in Bell Jars https://craphound.com/images/killer-robot-and-bell-jars.psd

TWA mansplainer https://craphound.com/images/twa-mansplainer.psd

Impatient boss https://craphound.com/images/impatient-boss.psd

Destroy This Mad Brute https://craphound.com/images/destroy-this-mad-brute.psd

(Images: Heinz Bunse, West Midlands Police, Christopher Sessums, CC BY-SA 2.0; Mike Mozart, Jesse Wagstaff, Stephen Drake, Steve Jurvetson, syvwlch, Doc Searls, https://www.flickr.com/photos/mosaic36/14231376315, Chatham House, CC BY 2.0; Cryteria, CC BY 3.0; Mr. Kjetil Ree, Trevor Parscal, Rama, “Soldiers of Russia” Cultural Center, Russian Airborne Troops Press Service, CC BY-SA 3.0; Raimond Spekking, CC BY 4.0; Drahtlos, CC BY-SA 4.0; Eugen Rochko, Affero; modified)

#pluralistic #illustration #collage #fair use #creative commons

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reality-detective · 7 months

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Exposed: The Secret Dominion of the Rothschilds, Rockefellers, and Morgans 💥

Prepare to uncover the startling reality behind the world's most influential families and their immense control over the global economy. The Federal Reserve Cartel, consisting of the Rothschilds, Rockefellers, and Morgans, wields unprecedented power that extends well beyond the realm of oil.

Imagine this: The Four Horsemen of Banking, including Bank of America, JP Morgan Chase, Citigroup, and Wells Fargo, unite with the Four Horsemen of Oil, such as Exxon Mobil, Royal Dutch/Shell, BP, and Chevron Texaco. Yet, their dominion doesn't stop there. Through an intricate web of private banks, they have expanded their influence to encompass the music industry. These colossal entities, along with Deutsche Bank, BNP, Barclays, and other European old money giants, hold the reins of the music industry, allowing them to shape its trajectory and exert their influence.

The Machiavellian machinations of the Rockefeller dynasty reach far and wide, commencing with their commercialization of music in the early 1900s. They orchestrated a sinister plot to shift the world's standard tuning of music to 440 pitch. This insidious frequency was known to provoke heightened aggression, psychosocial agitation, emotional distress, and even physical ailments. Behind closed doors, this manipulation resulted in financial gains for those complicit in the monopoly, including agents, agencies, and companies associated with the North American Rockefeller crime cartel and influential organizations.

Fast forward to the late 1980s when the Rockefellers summoned top music executives and artists to a highly clandestine meeting in Los Angeles. Their sinister agenda? To usher in the era of Controlled Rap Music, intricately linked to the privatization of U.S. prisons. These privately owned prisons, operated by the Rockefellers, Rothschilds, Bush family, and other influential figures, served as money laundering operations, tax exemption schemes, and pyramid scheme enterprises.

Crafting a deceitful plan, the Rockefellers aimed to control the rap industry and target black communities by promoting violent music that fueled oppression and civil unrest. They brought together leading executives and prominent black artists, binding them with strict confidentiality agreements. Their objective was clear: orchestrate violence within the rap music movement while major record labels secured exclusive rights for production and distribution across the United States. In return, they would receive shares and points within the private prison systems.

The Masonic scheme unfolded with precision, resulting in over 1,500 private prison systems incarcerating more than 1 million black teenagers by 1990. These vulnerable youths, expressing the generational trauma imposed upon them, unknowingly contributed to the Rockefellers' malevolent plan. The private prison systems reaped billions annually from the government, establishing an extensive money laundering network through inflated products, such as ramen noodles priced at 8 times their actual value. The flow of hundreds of billions from government funding, pyramid schemes, and insurance companies transformed prison privatization into a multi-trillion-dollar enterprise.

Local courts and judges mercilessly sentenced petty criminals and first-time offenders, filling the expanding private prisons. Consequently, the United States holds the unfortunate record for the highest number of incarcerated individuals in the world, with an unprecedented number of prisons. This was not a coincidence—it was a meticulously orchestrated plan by the Rockefellers.

But their influence doesn't stop there.

As the true faces of those who wield global authority are revealed, the Rothschilds and Rockefellers find themselves targeted by military alliance operations aiming to dismantle the Rothschilds' deep state power in Europe, the UK, Russia, and China.

- Julian Assange WikiLeaks 🤔

#pay attention #educate yourselves #educate yourself #reeducate yourself #knowledge is power #reeducate yourselves #think for yourselves #think about it #think for yourself #do your homework #do your own research #do some research #ask yourself questions #question everything #wikileaks #julian assange #news

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atamascolily · 6 months

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pmmm oneshots by subject

Just for fun, I put together a guide for my Madoka Magica oneshots on A03, sorted roughly by subject matter/theme. All are 7K or less, most in the 1-3K range. This is not meant to be a comprehensive list and will probably be instantly out of date, but can still serve as a good general reference. Enjoy!

inspired by art

Curation - The Law of Cycles isn't a person. It's an institution.

No Exit (The Nighthawks Remix) - Based on Nighthawks by Edward Hopper.

Balancing Act - Kyouko and Madoka take an unusual route to find Sayaka's witch, unaware Homura is watching from the shadows.

Marked - Junko Kaname invites Homura on a family trip to a local hot springs resort. Intrigued by Homura's refusal, Junko investigates--revealing a secret of her own along the way.

HomuMado Bittersweet Angst

The Night Parade of One Hundred Witches - Once a year on the anniversary of Walpurgisnacht, the streets of Mitakihara are home to a most unusual parade.

Flying Home - Soulmate Goose AU.

Memento - Mami does her best to help when Homura's grief over Madoka manifests in bouts of coughed-up spider lilies, though it isn't enough.

surreal weirdness

Orrery - Homura's apartment is out of this world.

Return to Sender - The epic story of Homura vs. junk mail.

Projections - Homura redecorates her apartment.

Splice - There's someone else out there besides Homura with control over time. The question is, what does she want? Scene 0 AU from before Scene 0 was released.

Witches

Absentia - As Homura investigates the mystery of Walpurgisnacht, one question eludes her: where is the witch's grief seed?

Strange Loop - The Stage-Constructing Witch narrates a familiar story with an unfamiliar twist.

Junk - Mitakihara's new magical girl duo has their work cut out for them when the Hoarding Witch manifests on the Kazamino City border.

Sticky Fingers - Kyouko needs Mami's help to get out of a sticky situation when a routine witch-hunt goes awry.

Trompe-l'oeil - Mami plays a deadly game of hide and seek against an elusive witch inside a reality-bending art gallery.

tea and sympathy - An invitation to visit the Dress-Up Witch means you will never be lonely again.

Fun and Games

Loosely connected series of one shots in a modern AU where the characters are playing an RPG based on the original series.

Fun and Games - It's another eventful session of the Puella Magi: Magica RPG: Mami one-shots a witch with her Tiro Finale attack, a new player joins the party, and Sayaka fails an important roll with devastating consequences.

She Who Fights Monsters - Kyubey convinces the gang to reconvene for a new campaign of the Puella Magi: Magica RPG, but all bets are off when Homura realizes the GM is up to his old tricks.

What Goes Around - Things get weird after Homura ousts Kyubey as GM of the ongoing Puella Magi: Magica RPG. Well, weirder, anyway. Homura and Mami Roommate Shenanigans

Inspired by Mitakihara Anti-materials spinoff manga. Domestic fluff AUs.

Moving Day - Homura moves in with Mami.

Soba ni Iru (Soba Noodles By Your Side) - Homura's first night in Mami's apartment.

Partnership - "I figured we could both use some tea," Tomoe said by way of greeting. "You had difficulty sleeping again, didn't you?"

Dirty Laundry - Homura finds a creative use for the washing machine.

Mami Character Studies

Childish Things - Mami stumbles across a box of childhood memorabilia.

half-life - Mami wished to live, but she didn't give any thought to what that life might look like, and now she's paying the price.

Twenty Facts About Mami Tomoe - Fragments from a tragedy in slow motion.

Fireflies - While searching for witches, Mami has a wondrous experience at an isolated shrine.

Fluff and Crack

Wash Cycle - "I like it," Sayaka said honestly. "It's just not what I expected heaven to be like, that's all."

The Adventure of the Sapphire Soul Gem - "Huh?" Sayaka said, unable to believe what she had just witnessed. "Did that goose just eat my soul gem?" Kyouko was faster on the uptake. "Quick, grab it!"

Final Form - Madoka and her friends get an unexpected glimpse of the Incubator life cycle.

Mermaid in My Tub - Kyouko intervenes in time to save Sayaka from becoming a witch--sort of. Now Sayaka's stuck living in the bathtub in Mami's apartment with a mermaid tail, and Kyouko is determined to make the best of it.

Sayaka Miki and the Terrible Horrible No-Good Very Bad Day

out of order - This place is a dead end, but so is she, and it's not like Sayaka has anywhere else to go at the moment, so she might as well make the most of it.

descent - The witch is still out there calling for its next victim, though not for much longer now that Sayaka's here. She's close enough to transform into her true self and leave this crude matter behind.

tainted - Caught up in despair, Sayaka rapidly loses touch with reality.

Miscellaneous Crossovers

No knowledge of the other fandom is needed.

Death Comes for the Incubator (x Sandman). Kyubey confronts his own mortality at last.

Memories of Somebody (x Bleach). A chance meeting between Homura and Ichigo reveals unexpected connections. Post-series (PMMM) and post-Memories of Nobody and Fade to Black (Bleach).

Palimpsest (x Sandman). A garden, a maze, a mysterious hooded figure. A book of pages written and erased again and again. In between timelines, Homura Akemi comes face to face with Destiny.

The Immortal Dragon's Disciple (x The Way of the Househusband). Homura Akemi finds an unlikely mentor in ex-yakuza turned househusband Tatsu Kuroda.

Good Morning, Ms. Saotome (x Sayonara, Zetsubou-sensei). Junko Kaname sets up Ms. Saotome on a date with an eccentric teacher. Madoka has a front-row seat for what comes next.

xxxHolic-inspired Fusion AUs

No prior knowledge of xxxHolic is required.

asynchronous - The Dimension Witch dwells in a shop specializing in the granting of wishes... for a price.

a butterfly dreaming - Mami's perfect life comes to an end....but is the person who wished for this really so bad?

life in fantasy (the butterfly dreaming remix) - Mami Tomoe never, ever listens. Once again, Homura is left to cleans up the mess. Whumptober 2021

Cui Bono? - Mami wakes up in Homura's apartment, surprised and grateful to have survived her disastrous encounter with the Dessert Witch. But her host's contradictory behavior raises an important question: what exactly is Homura getting out of this?

Careful What You Wish For - Trapped in the Box Witch's labyrinth and paralyzed with guilt over Mami's death, Madoka is rescued by the most unexpected person imaginable.

Rude Awakening - Homura's latest fight with Mami might be a dream, but what awaits her upon waking is all too real.

Sticks and Stones - After a fight between Sayaka and an unknown opponent ends with the former grievously injured, Mami reveals an unexpected connection between them. Null Magical Girl Weirdness

Unlikely to make sense if you're unfamiliar with the Null Magical Girl light novel.

Null and Void - Fourteen-year-old Kosane's attempt to contract with Kyubey unexpectedly fails.

null thoughts, head empty - While waiting for the space-time collapse, Kosane and Kyubey discuss Incubator biology and the nature of the human soul.

Schrodinger's Incubator - The only thing more impressive than solving the perfect locked-room murder mystery is preventing it from happening in the first place. Miscellaneous

Tracks - Madoka searches for Sayaka along the train tracks.

Inventory - Homura sorts through the contents of her shield.

Family Business - This time, Madoka and Sayaka are rescued from a witch's labyrinth by the Tomoe twins, a magical sibling duo gifted with a flair for the dramatic, deadly aim with rifles, and fabulous fashion sense. It still ends badly for everyone.

Gingerbread - Nagisa and Mami make gingerbread together.

Parallels - Despite everything they have in common, Mami and Homura never quite connect. Then again, parallel lines never meet, except maybe at infinity.

Power Sources - Madoka and Sayaka discuss the topics they chose for their science essays, unaware of the relevance to their future lives.

Five Things That Probably Never Happened in Any Timeline (And One That Definitely Did) - Visions of a kinder, gentler magical girl show that never was. [based on the opening credits]

#puella magi madoka magica #madoka magica #my fanfiction

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eating-the-inedible · 1 year

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Here is a list of the inedibles that will be in this bracket

Lava

Orbeez

Orange Joe (fictional "beverage" that's a combination of orange juice and coffee)

Doll shoes

Dirt

Pen caps

Mercury

Watermelon tourmaline

Comet/scouring powder

Moss

Paper towels

Play-Doh

Drywall

Marbles

DVD

Dice

Kinetic Sand

Coins

Fiberglass insulation

3DS Stylus

Plastic Bottle Cap

Chapstick

Babybell Cheese Wax

Paper

Bouncy ball

Human meat

Venus (planet)

Cascade dishwasher pods

Acrylic Paint

Magnets

Molten glass

Pens

Sea glass

Silica gel packet

Leaves

Cocoa butter lotion

Antifreeze

Pencil Toppers, the lil eraser things

Sand

Tumbled amethyst

Rubber Ducks

The rubber balls from the game Cranium Cariboo

Polly pocket clothes

Poison Dart Frog

Snow

0.1 uF Film Capacitor

The sun

Metal

Eraser

Tide pods

Phone charger wire

Those free wooden pencils you get at ikea (just the wood shell not the lead)

Liquid nitrogen

Aquarium gravel

the weird science juice in the beakers in those stock images

Origami star

Styrofoam cup

Sticky note

Collar of shirt

This submission form

Plastic straws

Glow sticks

Oil paintings

Candle wax

Glass

Nickel sulfate solution/Nickel plating solution

Silicone wristbands

Seatbelt

The wax paper under your Poutine

Forearm (doesn't have to be one's own)

Asbestos

Candy wrapper

“Okay so technically this is edible but I’ve had urges to just take a huge bite out of certain sea creatures before. Like just a chunk from an orca or dolphin or great white or seal, etc.”

“Those stupid wooden spoons”

Furbies

Scotch tape

Artificial grapes (the wax/plastic ones for display)

phone

THE FLESH OF MY ENEMIES

Crystals

Fire

The goo inside Stretch Armstrong

Headphone wire

Raw steak

Art

Small colorful rubber bands

Tinfoil

Pencil lead

Cattails (the plant)

Foamy soap

Liquid soap

Bar soap

Flourite

Shiny rocks

Grass

A hunk of random fish swimming by

A live goldfish

Toothpaste

Styrofoam

Price Tag Fasteners

The moon

Pool noodles

Smol frog

Destroying angel mushroom

the smoke coming out of the grain refineries two Mike's out of Gary, Indiana, Usa

Popsicle sticks

Cardboard

My hat

The tiny rocks in school playgrounds

Gasoline

Blue laundry detergent

Spray foam insulation

Battery corrosion

Fiber optic cables

Packing peanuts

Your mother

Pond water

Dry ice

Alkali metals

Chocolate shampoo

Ping pong ball

Bricks, like the stuff you'd build with. Minecraft bricks even, if you want

Hoodie drawstrings

Horse treats

Chalk

Copper (II) Sulphate Water / Blue Science Rock + Blue Science Juice

Ink

Floam

Fabric Paint

Oil paint

that one art piece of the banana taped to the wall

the hotdog somebody encased in resin

“the thin lego plates not the base plates but like the lego piece thats like 2x8 and they kinda look like hershey chocolate bar pieces”

One of those little hamsters

Model magic

Battery Acid (the drink)

manchineel apple

Rubber band ball

The lava lamp liquid

Blood

Rosin

Wax apples

That cake decoration that came with your slice and you're like 90% sure it's not edible... but what if ?

Soap bubble

Lush cosmetics' products

Plushies

Strawberry Shortcake's dolls with scented hair

Wood

Glue

Salt lamp

People who think children are not worth their consideration

Tarmac

Shampoo

Pennies

Poisonous berries

Chunky soft yarn

Crayons

Rock

“whatever the Chuck E Cheese Ticket Muncher Machine is eating (it's not the tickets) (or the sound itself but that's neither a solid nor a liquid so this is just kind of holding hands with the hypothetical ticket muncher food)”

Snow globe liquid

Chisel tip whiteboard marker

Raw dough

Raw fuckin cactus. alive

Grape agate

Car seat

Succulents

Keys

Lock pick

Scrub daddy

Molten sugar

Allergens

Lightning bolts

“Bark dust. Like the dirt/bark dust that's under the bark chips on a playground. Not the chips themselves. The dust.”

Clear deodorant

Apple earbud wires

Eggshells

Squinkies

Hello kitty sweatshirt zipper

Preshredded mozzarella cheese

Scrap metal

Rose

All of the rocks at a crystal shop

Origami polyhedron model

Bubbles mixture

Cupcake liners

Hair gel

Curtain rods

Incense sticks

Incense cones

Metal thing that attaches eraser to pencil

Windshield wiper fluid

Plastic pencil grips

Wooden ice cream spoon

Book

Tree

The liquid in levels

Vanilla extract

Aroace flag

Coil incense

California state testing “next question” button

Spackle

Forbidden coal iron french fries

Garage doors that look like chocolate bars

Plastic takeout box

Velvet

Weird anime girl hair

Freezable gel ice pack

Clouds

Necklace chains

Nail polish

Pencil Shavings

Pool floats

Bao Dumpling

Spray deodorant

0.1 uF Ceramic Capacitor

Vanillish (Pokémon)

Fondant

Really fancy pillars

Computers

Favorite song

Tumblr

“THE LITTLE ORBS IN THE MOUSE (aka trackballs)”

“Any cutesy anime character like Chopper or Pikachu”

Wooden fan blades

Balsa wood sticks

Those blankets that look like tortillas

Microwave

Milk and golden honey softsoap

Batteries

1x2 lego pieces

Light bulbs

Slightly melted lounge chair

Cork (the material)

Pineapple coke

Fingernails

Sparkly lipgloss

Race Car Tire Marble

Gold trophies

Konjac sponge

Shirt

Mandy the Slayer / Orange Spyderco Dragonfly Knife

Malachite

Heater

Glasses Temples

Typewriter keys

EVA foam

Airplane

Sword

Crumbs in the couch

Children

My wife's arm/shoulder

Records

Yellow ACE bandages

Neon Signs

Scented candles

#Im pretty sure i included everything that was submitted #eating the inedible #not a poll #sorry this is a bit chunky #masterlist of inedibles

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Claire Makes A Call

Summary: In the unseemly event of Eve's very unfortunate death, Claire demands help from a certain scientist who probably should know better.

AU of The Valentines Collection.

Rating: T.

Note: This is your reminder that I write Claire as trans and that within the context of Valentines AU she doesn't come out until after her presidency. Her immediate family mostly knows. That's it.

AO3

“No.”

The word slips soft through President Valentine’s lips, but no less firm for its quiet hush. Her deep eyes take in the still, unmoving ones of her wife, and for all that the hand still in hers has grown limp, she tightens her hold on it. She does not cry in the same way that her wife does not breathe.

“No,” she says again, firmer this time, louder, barely audible over the single long note through the machine broadcasting her vain ignorance. Not ignorance. Obstinacy. Like maybe if she says it enough, it’ll be true.

When the nurses try to speak to her about funerary options, when they use the name they know for her but not the one she wants right now, Claire stops them. Cuts them off. “Take her to Doctor Octavius,” she says, and when they give her a harsh look and try to convince her otherwise, she repeats herself, even more firmly, dark blue eyes growing dark like steel, “Take her to Doctor Octavius.”

Eventually, they obey, although their expressions of disgust do not change.

There are certain perks to being president, after all.

Liv doesn’t let her look at her wife’s body.

Probably because Claire refuses to refer to it as her body, because that’s like saying Eve is dead, when she’s not. She’s just—

“I don’t know what you want me to do with this.” Liv doesn’t even look up from her clipboard. She glances over her shoulder at something just out of Claire’s sight – at Eve, maybe, behind one of the many, many walls in Liv’s laboratory – and then raises her eyebrows before returning to the clipboard. “I’m not Frankenstein, Christopher. That’s not what I—”

“Lionel will get you everything you need.”

Liv looks up then. There’s no pity in her gaze, no empathy or sympathy, just a keen sense of boredom with just the barest hint of curiosity. “I don’t need anything, Valentine, because I can’t—”

“You’re telling me the greatest scientific mind in over a century—”

“You’re overselling it.” Liv gives her a flat look. “You’re overselling me.”

Claire meets her eyes. Raises one eyebrow. “Am I, Doctor Octavius? Am I really?” She steps to the sitting woman, brushes her finger along her jaw, presses her thumb against her chin, and then lifts it so that Liv has no choice but to look directly at her. “Do this for me.”

Liv’s expression shifts. Her jaw sets. “And what will you do for me in return?”

“What do you want?”

Liv’s lips spread into a wolfish grin. “I’ll tell you later.” She jolts her head out of Claire’s grasp and swivels the chair away from her. As she does, she begins muttering something under her breath – a long string of things that Claire doesn’t understand and likely aren’t for her benefit in the first place. Then Liv lifts a hand and waves it dismissively. “Come back in a few days, and I’ll see what I’ve got.”

No price. Yet.

Claire doesn’t care.

“So here’s the sitch.”

Liv leans forward in her chair, elbows on her knees, long noodle arms stretched out in front of her. She yawns. “There’s this whole procedure. You can do it. I can do it—”

“Then why haven’t you—”

“Shush up and let me talk. Questions are for the end of class.” Liv holds up a hand and leaves it up as she grabs a golden mug of coffee and takes a sip, her eyes shifting elsewhere. “Mm. Apple spice. You want some?” She holds the mug out to Claire.

Claire stares at the mug, one brow lifting.

Liv sighs. “Fine. Trust me with your girl, don’t trust my coffee. Fine, fine.” She waves her hand dismissively again. Then she taps her finger on her desk. “Someone who actually knows the deceased has to be here. Tell her who she is.” Another, smaller swallow of her coffee. “Being dead makes you forget.” She shivers once as she mentions it. “I’d make you go – that place gives me the creeps – but science.” She waves her hands in the air, waggling her fingers, and starts muttering under her breath again – something about tests and experimenting and modifying perimeters—

Claire cuts in and stops her again. “You’re not going to jeopardize—”

“No, no, no, no.” Liv shoots Claire a look. “I’ll get your girl. But I might need some funding to….” Her voice trails off as her gaze moves away, and her fingers build a spider shape atop her desk. “Later. You’ll owe me one.”

That sits wrong in the center of Claire’s chest. To be fair, she’s paying as much attention as she can, but certain words make her head buzz. Deceased and dead. She tunes them out. Eve’s not like that. She’s just…sick. Of a kind that only an experimental scientist like Doctor Octavius can help.

To be fair, Claire doesn’t really like Liv. In point of fact, the spindly doctor should probably be in jail somewhere. But Eve….

Eve was always the better of them when it came to people like this. Hopeful. Interested. She’d gone and visited Liv a few times when Claire was busy with presidential duties, only to tell her about it later over dinner or when they were curled up in bed. It sounded like they were friends.

Maybe that’s why it bothers Claire so much that Liv seems to be dangling Eve on a string, like maybe Liv doesn’t care at all that she’s—

Well, why should she? Eve isn’t dead, after all.

“When do you want me here?” Claire asks, trying to keep the guttural growl out of her voice. “Pick a day. A time. I’ll—”

“Tomorrow.”

Liv turns full away from her, so that Claire can’t see her face, and her voice lowers to a kind of reverential hush. “Be here tomorrow. I won’t be – it’ll take a while to bring her back – but get here as early as possible. After a good rest. You’re going to have to….” Her voice trails off. “You’ll see.” She turns back around and taps a finger on Claire’s chest with each syllable, emphasizing them. “To.mor.row.”

The lights seem to be off when Claire arrives the next morning, but they flicker as she shifts through the cracked door. Then they hover half-on, liming the room in an industrial waste color that isn’t quite green but isn’t quite yellow either. One of the laboratory doors swings in place; a note taped to it indicates Claire should go inside, so she does.

At first, there’s nothing, not even Eve, but then Claire sees it – a shimmering transparent something on one side of the room. The two of them must have gone on a trip. Liv just took Eve with her through that portal, and they’ll be back any second. On a normal day, Claire would be upset about that, upset that Liv would endanger Eve like that. But this is part of what will heal her sickness, so it’s…it’s what has to be done.

It’ll be okay. Eve’ll be better. Just a little longer.

Liv stumbles through the portal all at once, thick lime green glasses huge over her eyes, wrapped in a much more technological outfit that Claire has only seen her wear for more tricky experiments, hair pulled back up and high. She doesn’t turn back, although she breathes heavily. Claire stands as soon as she sees her, hands clenching instinctively into fists, dark eyes looking for someone she doesn’t see. It’s another heartbeat – too long – before Eve stumbles through the portal after Liv, and it disappears entirely. When she passes through, Liv looks up, meets Claire’s eyes with her own, haggard gaze, and then nods. “You have to make sure she doesn’t go to sleep. Tell her who she is. Keep her warm. I’ll be right back.” Then she dashes from the lab without saying anything else.

Eve doesn’t look like Eve. She’s a shallow, hollow shell of herself. Faded. Dark hair and soft skin varying shades of grey tint. Even her eyes, which once reflected the sky, only look like storm clouds. No, not even a storm. That’s too much effort. Just the overcast grey of a dreary drizzle. She looks up at Claire with indifference, blinks twice, and then looks about the room.

It isn’t like Claire forgets what Liv said. It’s that part of her didn’t believe it. So when she says, “Eve,” she still expects her wife to react. It’s only when she doesn’t that it hits her.

Claire presses her lips together and crosses the room to her wife. She pulls her into her arms – Eve feels like ice – and holds her against her. “Eve,” she says again, but Eve just stands there against her. Doesn’t hold her back. Doesn’t bury her head in her chest. Doesn’t do anything.

“Your name,” Claire says, brushing her hand through her wife’s hair, “is Eve Valentine. You’re my wife.”

Eve doesn’t react, but she seems to be listening.

That’s a start.

Liv comes back a while later with a platter full of food and mugs of what smells like that same apple spice coffee. When Claire looks up at her with narrowed eyes, she gives her a blank stare back. “She hasn’t eaten anything since she died. She’s probably hungry.” But it isn’t food she offers first; it’s one of the mugs. “This will help warm her up.”

Eve doesn’t feel nearly as ice cold as she did when she first came through the portal, but Claire can’t tell if that’s because she’s actually warming up or if she’s just gotten so used to Eve’s chill that she can’t quite feel it anymore. She doesn’t look like someone who hasn’t eaten; she looks like a worse form of Agatha after she’d lost Lillian Rose. That’s another thing they don’t talk about. In the future, she’s certain this will become just like that.

Claire presses a kiss to Eve’s forehead. “You need to drink something, dear. It’ll help.” She takes a baby blue mug from Liv, hands it to Eve, and then takes her own bright pink one, raising it in both hands and sipping at it.

As she does so, Eve mimics her, clasping her mug in both hands and raising it to her lips. She swallows as Claire swallows, her eyes widening, lips steaming. Then she licks her lips and winces.

“Here. Let me cool that off for you.” Liv places a hand over Eve’s, draws her mug down, and drops an ice cube into it. “Give it a few seconds.”

But even as they eat, as they teach Eve to eat again, Eve doesn’t let go of her mug. In fact, she holds it closer, stealing as much warmth from it as she can, sipping at it occasionally in an action reminiscent of how she’d acted before she died.

Didn’t. Die.

Got sick.

Just about the time that Eve finishes her first mug of coffee, the phone in Claire’s pocket starts to vibrate. She wants to ignore it – to ignore her duties – but Liv catches it, head tilting to one side, muddy brown eyes fixating on the phone, on Claire’s pocket. “You gonna answer that, sunshine? Might be something important.”

Nothing is more important.

But she’s president. She’s president, and Eve is supposed to be – but isn’t, she’s better, she’s getting better – and while there should be a certain amount of mourning time, the job doesn’t stop. It’s constant. They wake her in the dead of night, in the earliest hours of the morning, in the few moments she gets to spend with her wife and remaining child (which, in her opinion, is worse), so of course, they would call her here and now, when she needs to be here.

“I’ll take care of her.”

Claire looks at Liv in her white shirt, sleeves rolled back, noodle arms not as clammy white because she’s wearing white, and sees only a scientist wanting to be left with a new toy to play with. Her lips press together in a thin line.

Eve thought she was more than that. Eve thought she was better. Eve thought—

“If you do anything, I will—”

“Stop your threatening, Valentine.” Liv turns to Eve and waves that hand dismissively at Claire again. “I don’t want to bring her back again. She’ll be fine.” She gently takes the still warm mug from Eve’s hands, and when Eve whimpers with displeasure, she taps the center of her forehead. “You’re out, Eve. Give me five minutes. It’ll be better.” When she passes Claire on the way out, she nudges her again. “Return the call, Christopher. Some of us have important jobs.”

You have an important—

Claire moves to Eve. Brushes a hand through her hair and tucks it behind her ear. Meets her eyes and sees the slightest glimmer of blue sky beneath all that gray. “Liv’s going to keep an eye on you while I’m away. Don’t….” She doesn’t finish the sentence, just bends down and kisses her forehead again. “Stay safe.”

Claire hears it before she even gets there, hears the sound of her wife crying out as it echoes down the hallway toward her, louder as she draws closer – louder and clearer and she’s suddenly glad that the entire wing of this building belongs solely to Liv, that Liv has sent everyone away for the day – but she doesn’t want to think about Liv hearing this, about how much and how often and how loud—

“Claire!”

Her wife yells her name. That single word. Over and over and over again.

“Claire!”

Once she understands what Eve is saying, she races faster, harder, stronger – she hadn’t been on all those athletic teams in high school for nothing, and she hadn’t been keeping all of that up for nothing either – and throws open the door to Liv’s primary office with a huff. “What’s wrong?”

Liv glances up from her paperwork. “Nothing. This is part of the process.” She shuffles the papers. “Process would go faster if I knew who she was talking about, but I did deep search into all of her records and couldn’t find anyone—”

Claire pushes past her and into the lab where Eve sits curled up in one corner of the room, gently rocking herself. She sweeps Eve into her arms and holds her to her. “I’m here. It’s okay. I’m here.”

“Claire,” Eve says, burying her head in her chest. “It was bad, it’s bad, it’s really bad, I can’t, I can’t—”

“It’s okay,” Claire repeats, running her hand along Eve’s hair. There’s a smell – bad – rising from her that wasn’t there before. Probably that’s part of the process, too. It would be nice if she knew what the process even was, but she doesn’t expect Liv to tell her what any of that is. But Eve’s warm now, too, so much warmer than she was before, so Claire settles as she rocks Eve against her. “You’re safe now. Nothing’s going to hurt you again.”

Eve nods against her and quiets.

But Claire can feel her tears wetting her shirt, and she glares up at Liv when she hears the soft clunk of her shoes on the cold tile. “You were supposed to help her—”

“Can’t help with something I don’t know.” Liv looks between the two of them, and her head tilts ever so slightly to one side. “Claire?”

Claire doesn’t say anything.

Liv nods once to herself, and to her credit, she doesn’t grin at the realization. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t have that frustrating scientific expression of filing something away flicker across her face before she says with the barest hint of a smile, “No payment necessary.” Then, reconsidering, “Consider that payment enough.”

That should be comforting.

It isn’t comforting.

Liv goes back into her office and returns with another mug of coffee. “Here,” she says, holding it out to Eve. “This will help with the chill.”

Eve stares at the mug. Blinks twice. Then takes it in her hand easily. “Thank you, Liv. I don’t know what I’d do without—” Her words cut off, and she flinches before drinking. She doesn’t finish her sentence.

Claire doesn’t leave again.

The lab isn’t the best place to try and sleep, but if it isn’t the best for her, then it isn’t the best for Eve either. They curl up together with blankets and pillows that Liv provides. Liv doesn’t provide enough, but Claire makes her way through the other offices (ignoring the shadows she sometimes sees in the connecting lab rooms) and finds more. There’s enough to build a nest of sorts, and between what they’re given and what she finds, they survive. Curled up together, breathing in near unison, Eve mimicking the pattern of Claire’s breathing with her own.

Until she doesn’t.

When Claire wakes, Eve isn’t there. She panics, feels the thrill of fear like a stab through her chest, and startles, shoots up, lets her gaze sweep the room, and finds nothing. “Eve—”

“She’s in here,” Liv calls from the office. “We’re just having a nice chat.”

Claire doesn’t take time to straighten her rumpled shirt or find her tie, and she doesn’t make any apologies for the bedding she’d smuggled from the other rooms. She goes into the office, finds Eve sitting across from Liv as she normally does, with a mug of that apple cider coffee in one hand and a chocolate chip cookie in the other.

Eve looks up at her. Blinks. Eyes that color of the bright blue sky. “Christopher? What are you doing here?” Her brow furrows. “Why are you in one of Liv’s lab rooms? She’s not running tests on you, is she? I told her that we were not available for any of her fun family games.” She bends forward, whispers. “They’re not fun, and they’re not games.”

“I was just.” Claire struggles to think of what to say.

“He needed a nap and just happened to be here, Eve. I thought this would be a good place to keep his people from finding him.” Liv lifts her own mug and coolly takes a sip. She gives Claire the slightest of nods. “Eve just got here. Seems she missed our little chats. But I’m in the middle of a few things, so if you’ll just take her with you….” Her voice trails off, but she meets Claire’s eyes briefly enough.

Enough.

Claire squeezes Eve’s shoulder gently. “I think we should get out of Liv’s hair, dear. We wouldn’t want to get lost in all that frizz.”

“Christopher—”

“No, no, he’s right.” A corner of Liv’s lips swerves upward in a haggard smile. “You wouldn’t want to get lost again.”

Eve’s brow furrows again, but she nods. “Well, I guess….” She pauses. “Rowena will want to see us, won’t she? I feel like something’s happened, but I can’t remember what.” She smiles and glances up at Claire. “Liv says I must have breathed something in on the way down here. Temporary memory loss. You’ll have to fill me in.” Her gaze moves to Claire, hardens the slightest bit. “You’ll turn whatever that thing is off before we leave, right, Liv?”

“Already done.” Liv taps her fingers on her desk. “But if you’ll have Christopher wait here for a moment. I need to discuss something with him before he leaves.”

“Oh. Of…of course.” Eve sets her mug down. Her head lilts ever so slightly. “Was it…was it me?” she asks gently. “Did…did something happen to me?”

Claire kisses her forehead again. “I’ll explain everything when we leave,” she says. “Just give me a few minutes with Liv.”

Eve nods and heads outside the office, taking the rest of her cookie with her. But there’s something…misplaced to her. Not off, not wrong, just…misplaced.

When Eve’s gone, Claire turns to Liv. “She’s—”

“As back to normal as she’ll ever be,” Liv completes for her. “You can take her back to that pretty little mansion of yours. She’ll be just fine.”

Claire nods. “Thank—”

“Don’t thank me.” Liv gives her a harsh look. “I’m a scientist. You paid me. I don’t need your thanks.” She glances outside, briefly focuses on Eve, and then glances back. “She won’t know to thank me. You won’t tell her that.”

“No.”

Claire considers in the silence, then says, “She was sick. Very, very sick. You gave her an experimental drug, and she got better. That’s all she needs to know.” She meets Liv’s eyes. “I can tell her that much, at least.”

Liv nods. “Sure.” Her gaze meets Claire’s, then, and hardens to steel. “Don’t let it happen again.”

Claire doesn’t respond to that. She doesn’t have to.

Instead, Claire leaves the office and takes Eve’s hand in hers, giving it a tight squeeze. “I missed you,” she says, and her throat tightens without thought.

Eve glances up at her, confused. “I wasn’t gone very long.”

“It felt like much longer.”

Eve nods, contemplating, and then says, “Not in one of Liv’s labs. They’re full of all sorts of—”

“That isn’t what I meant.”

Claire never calls on Liv in that same manner again. Not because she doesn’t have a need for it, but because it seems to her better to not. Eve’s fine. Eve’s safe. That’s really all that matters.

It’s roughly a quarter of a century later, however, when Eve finds Liv, hair streaked with grey, and says in a dark, unnatural voice, “I know what you did for me. Now bring Claire back.”

Liv gives her half of a wolfish grin over a mug of apple spice coffee and says with a glint in her eye, “Now, Eve. You and I both know you’ll be able to do that yourself, won’t you?”

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lonesomebigmike · 3 months

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To my dead Grandparents, and Grief, and Shame

Joyce, I'm so sorry

I have not played yahtzee in 15 years

Smoking and drinking my young self into oblivion to avoid your voice

To avoid thinking about the way my life would upset you

The ways I failed myself then

The ways I fail you now

And here I sit, now unable to remember your sound

Preparing for the funerals, third and fourth

High again, for fear of grief

Low again, some tears, though brief

I have yet to mourn the first two

I have yet to mourn you

I hide from peppermint and cheap noodles

But I do like burnt burgers

I have yet to feel I am anything like

The boy you were proud of

I have yet to hunt down the good man

You swore I would become

Claude, I cannot bear your absence

The family is not the same

The name rings hollow

The hollowed-out cheeks of your hospice

Wallow in my mind endlessly

I cannot lift the mantle of manhood

My ribs are yours, and my honor too

But my mettle is weak, unlike you

The boy in me is still in that field

Wondering if someday I'll be strong enough to be like you

He doesn't know that a ton of hay bales weighs so much less than a family

Ed, I miss you

I miss paper airplanes and pachenko machines

I miss the world feeling normal

A stretched, thin leather belt

And Nintendo in the spare room

And the acres you kept clean for me to play in

I ruined your golf clubs for no reason

Years before I knew

I'd kill for one season

One game

One round of advice

You were gone before I knew the price of a man

Maryann, I barely knew you

And that's my fault

I hope you are well

I will be there

I will hold them.

I will never forget being

A lost little boy in your kitchen

A mouthful of midnight peaches

And an omelette to reward them

You welcomed me into your family

Compelled by love and Lord

And you are the reason I stayed

Rest easy,

Love Mike

#prose #poetry #grief #twcpoetry #poets on tumblr #writerscreed #lonesomebigmike #i fucking hate this

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drastrochris · 2 years

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It feels weird to be finished again. It's been like two solid months of living and breathing The Locked Tomb as much as I could. At least now I'll be able to throw myself at the to-be-read pile and get back on schedule with my goodreads number.

Anyway, The End:

"Oh my God," she said, in a panic. "I forgot about Noodle."

This is why I love Tamsyn's writing. Things like this. Sure, I'll always appreciate "None House with Left Grief," and "then perish," those are great. But this makes me warm inside.

"They shouldn't be here."

This was the point where I had some thoughts. John resurrected who he wanted, and awoken some of those, and he put the rest somewhere. Harrow asks:

"What happens to a Lyctoral body without a soul?"

I would like to extend her question: What happens to a planet without a soul? It becomes thanergenic, but does it also become enticing to spirits? Are the devils a result of a dead planet calling spirits forth to infect the living? We know from Varun and Judith that the Resurrection Beasts are sentient, and that they care for each other (and therefore Nona). What if this is all related? RBs are birthed by the death of a planet. If that planet sits long enough, perhaps it attracts spirits and birth devils. What if the Heralds of the RBs are a way for the RB to encase the spirits in something that keeps them protected from being taken over, but turn them into such horrors.

"Painted a nursery. Mint green."

I just like this because Crux is so used to being the oldest, and calling everyone dunghill pups, and Pyrrha is just, "Dude, I can show you the bolts I personally tightened on the machines that have kept you alive from birth."

Aiglamene said, "Sister Berta--hold," and passed the pike on to a rather gloomy-looking girl who looked not much older than Honesty.

At least John kept his promise to renew the Ninth. I actually love that I missed this the first time around, so I could be delighted this time. He sent them children, so Harrowhark will not be the last.

Now the complicating thoughts: John has had these people somewhere for a long time. What if he assumed they were fine in the cryo tanks, but they were actually just magnets for other souls? What if the devil outbreaks are a result of him waking up a bunch of bodies, with some of them slightly "freezer burnt"?

Next thought: John can wipe memories, and we assume he can put new ones in when he needs to. He did that here, right? He didn't just wake up a bunch of people who last remembered their heart stopping before nuclear bombs obliterated everything, and then stuck them in a van and sent them to the ninth, right? These aren't "regular people" suddenly sent to Angry Bone Church?

"It advertised cheap mustache rides," said Pyrrha. "We're talking low prices."

I would love an alternate ending, in which Alecto is the terrible tyrant of the universe, subjugating living and dead, all while wearing her "Mustache Rides: 69¢" T-shirt.

I will not be accepting alternate prices--the discussion with Paul suggests strongly they are not free according to the T-shirt, and so we must accept the funniest price.

"Anyway -- let's open the Tomb and get out of here."

Gideon has been planning this since they made the friendship bracelets. I would feel bad about Ianthe being betrayed by everyone if she wasn't such an awful person.

John had told her he had something to show her. He had said, It's very pretty. You'll like it. [...] She had said, There are almost no beautiful things left. Where is Anastasia? Let me talk to Anastasia.

This betrayal isn't funny, however.

But there she was--and within her the child, asleep, with the strange sword.

We knew she was there, but it's good to have Nona tell us to be sure.

And the second child said, I am as one half-dead, but you would be two-halves dead, bitch.

I will be completely surprised if the "Harrow in Hell" part of Alecto hasn't already happened at this point. After listening to John tell the story of the Resurrection, she goes off to the Tower, and presumably takes it to hell. She does whatever she needs to there during the six months, and when she returns to her body, she Knows.

I don't know what she Knows, but it feels like it should be capitalized.

The child who accepted the blade and thereupon fainted with hunger and thirst was thrown over one of Alecto's arms, a deep sleep like death upon her, and in Alecto's other hand was the iron sword.

Gideon just gets Harrowhark back--alive, in her proper body, without her brain being manipulated--and Alecto takes her away, going to yell at John with her. She is 100% going to be "exceedingly wroth."

#nona the ninth #nona the ninth spoilers #full reread #the locked tomb #my current set of theories and conjectures and hopes #I'm hoping for a second Resurrection #mostly because I want Pyrrha to get her friends back #and her '''friends'''

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darlenealive · 7 months

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Back from my Scandi vacation!

Felt like I took it for granted leaving my brain back in SG and letting Ax do the planning and the navigating. I brought my spirits though! Spending my day off today looking back at the trip which was such a great use of my time. Really appreciating this extra day off after my vacation.

Some tips for Norway and Denmark travels first

1. It's cashless even in the small towns. Cash was more of a liability as it forced us to spend it all

2. Hotels cost as much as Airbnb for 2 pax so opt for hotels as there's guaranteed shampoo, soap, hair dryer, heating and laundry. Most of our airbnbs were missing soap or shampoo which we didn't bring any of, in order to travel lighter. The bnbs we stayed in were also commercialised houses so there's absolutely no feelings attached. Checking in and out would also be more convenient with hotels. We had to return one of our keys from a convenience store which wasn't open in the early morning, in time for our flight.

3. Groceries are marked down on Friday if they expire Monday. If you're in Norway, go to Kiwi or Coop for basic groceries as it seemed to be the cheapest. However, each shop will hv their own discounts (not standardised across the same chain). Eg. We went to a place with 40% discounts on Freia choc which was only available at a particular store.

4. Northern lights chase was the coldest we experienced. Basically, the guide said that if its frost on the floor, it's worse than snow as there's no insulation for your feet. Not the coldest real temperature but coldest we felt. Bring extra clothes and heatpack just in case. The bonfire didn't do anything for me because it's too cold. We went with GuideGunnar which updates its aurora sightings on a daily basis. These guys are crazy and would bring you as far as Sweden just to chase the lights so bring your passports along! They also offer a 50% off the next trip if you don't see it on the day.

5. There's no heat packs there so bring them from home.

6. In Copenhagen, we recommend the Copenhagen card. It's only 65USD for 24hrs and you get free transport, museum pass and boat rides. We only decided to get the card after our boat ride which cost about SGD25-30, which was already a quarter the cost of the card. In Copenhagen, checking of bus tickets was a regular thing.

7. Useful apps for riding public transport: Oslo uses Ruter, Tromsø uses Troms billet, Copenhagen uses Dot tickets. Ticket checking was not very often in Norway. We did not cycle as it felt too cold for more wind to hit our faces.

8. Skip Oslo if you dw to visit a city. We spent 3 nights there and it felt too long. We wanted to do our last minute shopping at Oslo but everything was expensive throughout the whole trip that we started to buy souvenirs earlier when we saw marked down prices. With one more day in Tromsø, we could've gone whale watching.

9. Take into account daylight savings from 29/10. You have 1 more extra hour to sleep but your days are much shorter. We slept a lot because of the cold, about 10hrs of sleep each day and it felt just right.

10. Personally I would have brought instant noodles as the food there isn't flavoured with the same umami as I'm used to. I would also bring a thermal flask there to enjoy my hikes even more, taking a comfortable and warm rest at the peak.

11. If driving, please remember to pay for parking. There's usually a machine to start your parking. Otherwise, the fine is 660NOK. Don't let the rental company settle it as it'll still be billed to you with an extra fee. We would also recommend full insurance since we aren't used to left hand driving and Norway is famous for its narrow roads (at least from Stavanger to Odda where we drove).

12. We used waze for driving and it seemed that speed cameras are only in tunnels but nobody was following the speed limit anyway.

That's about all of the suggestions Ax and I thought of!

Hope these suggestions come in useful for someone.

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argumentl · 2 years

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The Freedom of Expression Vol:9 - Looking back at the Phalaris tour

Part 2 (To part 1)

J: Well, you toured nationwide, so im sure there are many stories to be told of your travels. So Leader, what have you brought for us...some photos from your trip? You've brought some photos to show, especially for Niconama.

T: Oh, exciting!

J: Ok, lets have a look at the photos that Leader took for us. Here they are! These look interesting. Shall we go through them one by one? Here is the first one.

*photo shows some old gacha mahines*

T: Whats this? "Jyan jyan no anaba"?

K: This was in Shinsekai, in Osaka...near Tsūtenkaku and stuff.

T: Its old fashioned.

K: Yeah, this type of stuff is still around there.

J: Its has a very Shōwa feel.

K: The next photo is of the shopping arcade where this is...is arcade the right word? *next photo appears* There, look, you can see the machines at the side.

J: Oh yeh! A lot of the shops are shut, aren't they?

K: Well, this was about 10:00 or 10:30 at night.

J: I see. This has character, doesn't it?!

T: Yeah, it does.

K: The thing was, our manager said he wanted to eat kushi katsu, so we came down here to get some. He nearly ate himself to death.

J, T: haha

J: Ate himself to death? haha. This street looks kinda scary to walk down, was it ok?

K:Hm?

J: Isn't Shinsekai a bit scary?

K: Well, some of the outer areas might be a bit dubious, but its mainly a tourist area, so its totally fine.

T: Everyone, do you know the guy eating loads...its Fujieda, right? Fuji fuji.

J: Does he really eat that much?

K: He eats a tonne.

J: Its like what is he doing there, eating that much??

K: Well, he said he wanted to eat, so its ok, haha.

J: Ok, next photo please. *photo shows a buffet table* Oh, more food.

K: This was in the venue in Osaka. At long last, we had a buffet put out. Its usually only been bentos during covid. We couldn't just walk over and get something to eat.

T: What is that?

J: It looks like rice crackers pilled up.

K: Its katayakisoba, noodles.

T: noodles??

J: Interesting!

K: And you put sauce and stuff on them.

J: Did the members request those?

K: No...

J: But how did they taste?

K: They were good.

J: Thats the first time Ive seen katayakisoba in a buffet.

K: Yeah, same.

J: When I worked for Rolling Stone, where was it that I came to see you?

K: Osaka, this venue.

J: Ahh, I remember the buffet. It was so nice!

K: Uh, this was the 20th anniversary for this venue, Namba Hatch. And you know, recently, we played our last live at Shinkiba Studio Coast, that was our 74th live at that venue. Well, on this day at Namba Hatch, it was our 75th time to play there. This is our most played venue.

J: Oh, amazing! Ok, lets see the next photo.

*photo of lots of whisky bottles*

J: Oh, again, all of a sudden...

K: This was Kyoto.

J: Kyoto??

K: I went to the Yamazaki Whisky distillery. You know our manager Fujieda, he loves whisky, well..I drink it too. So, we had a free day in Kyoto, so he said, 'Lets get tickets to tour the facility'.

T: Haha, he loves it that much. How was it?

K: Well, it was the type of thing you can't usually do, you know, seeing inside the distillery.

T: Did you see the barrels and stuff?

K: Yeah.

J: Can you do tastings too?

K: Yeah, you can.

J: Someone commentd "I wanna drink Hakushu!!" haha. But taking a break during the tour is really important.

T: Did you get drunk?

K: Well, I posted this on my blog, I did a little video, well not of the inside. No filming inside. *photo changes to a 25yr old bottle of Macallan* Yeah, they have Macallan in there too.

T: 25 years old.

J: I bet thats expensive.

K: This wasn't for sale. Im not quite sure what it was doing there.

J: Someone asked, did you buy any whisky for yourself?

K: I bought a bottle of non-aged. You can but that there.

J: You havn't drunk it yet, have you?

K: No, not yet. Its the type that you wont be able to buy there for much longer. People keep reselling it. They sell it for three times the price.

J: Really?? Well, maybe if Hanshin win, we should open it.

K: No, we need something better than that if Hanshin win.

J: Ok, lets go for Champagne!

K: Nah, I don't really like Champagne, haha.

J: Ah, thats a shame...Ok, next photo.

*photo shows a red carpet leading up the wing to the stage*

K:This is the stage wing.

T: Ehh? Where?

K: Well, in the tour venues. Our stage director came up with this idea for our 25th anniversary. He put a red carpet leading up to the stage for us, for when we enter.

T: Cool!

K: This was for all the venues.

J: Ah, such a happy thing. The audience can't see this though. Its a gesture of love towards the members.

K: Yeah, I think so.

J: So great, a red carpet. Ok, next photo. Oh, its him! You know who this is straight away, right?

K: Who?

J: Haha, its Shinya.

K: This was probably when he was taking the photo to upload to his Instagram. He's needs the light to make it Insta worthy.

T: You took a photo of that moment?

J: From behind! His most embarrassing moment. You've been caught, Shinya!

K: Hahaha.

J: Shinya wears white a lot, doesn't he?

K: Yeah, he does.

J: Have you got any recent stories about Shinya?

K: Stories?

J: There's usually something about the members doing something to him right?

K: Yeh, its only stuff I can't say.

J: Hahaha

T: Stuff you can't say?

J: Haha, I feel like I need to hear this now.

T: Uh, we have some mesages from viewers here, can I just read some of them?

J: Oh, thank you! Die did this part last time, didn't he?

T: Yeah. Uh, From Yuko san, "How do you feel when you see Shinya playing the drums like crazy during The Perfume of Sins?

K: During lives? I don't have time to look at him.

T: Haha. There you go!

J: Any more messages? We've been asking for communications from you all. Im not sure about using the word 'communications' these days though.

T: Ok, this one is about Hotarubi, which we mentioned earlier...from Imo san? "Good evening, Kaoru, Joe, and Tasai. Kaoru, well done on the tour. When I heard Hotarubi on the first date of the tour, I got goosebumps, it was so cool. My question is, is there any reason why you chose Hotarubi for the first day? I love this song, so I was so happy to hear it. Im looking foward to the next tour!"

K: Well, yeh, it was because it was a fanclub live, we did Hotarubi for that. We usually do this, like, do one irregular song for the fanclub live.

J: Ahh. Ok, one more please.

T: Ok, this is from Nanatsu san. "Hi Kaoru. Ive been excited to hear the new songs on tour, but which is the most difficult song to play live on Phalaris? Also, please tell us what to look out for in the 25th anniversary tour. Im also looking forward to Phalaris Vol:2". Please tell Nanatsu san which is the most difficult song to play, or any other difficult parts, if there are any.

K: Well, im always nervous at the start. But on the otherhand, this time, no one knew the songs at first, so they wouldnt know if we messed them up.

J: Ah, before the release?

K: Like, even if it was awful, they dont know, so...haha.

J: Well, yeah, but thats part of the enjoyment of watching the first song.

K: Hm, yeh, I think so. But yeh, the hardest song was probably Schadenfreude.

J: And being the first song too...You must have been nervous. The audience would enjoy it though.

K: You know that song starts with Die's acoustic guitar. Its a fade in effect. So with the fade in, you have to start playing first, and then fade in, right? When we first played it, it seemed like some people thought his guitar wasnt working, haha.

J: Really?? You had that kind of trouble?

K: No, it wasnt trouble. The sound doesnt come out at first, it fades in. So, he's playing with no sound to start. But the audience dont know the song, so some people apparently though the sound was broken, haha.

J: Ahhh, I see, because of the fade in, f couse. Do you have any other stories, or mishaps to tell us about from this tour?

K: Mishaps?

J: Or like, interesting stories involving the members backstage?.....Oh, we'll save that for the second half. Our producer knows how this is done! Ok, so after this we are gonna dive into the second, but like I just said, we'll have more stories from the tour then. And like we said at the start, we have various ways to pamper, and reward Kaoru, which you can look forward to. Now, how to watch this. The second part of this show is for members only, so you need to subscribe in order to watch to the end. If you subscribe, you can watch this broadcast in the archived for one year, and there will be member only videos to be released later. We have a lot of plans in store for them, so please sign up to watch them. Ok, how to subscribe. Can you all see the blue link at the top of the screen? Leader is pointing to it. If you click this, you will be asked to choose your preferred payment method. Choose your method, and click proceed. Then you can input your details. If you havnt already joined, please do so to enjoy the rest of the show. Ok, we'll leave you for a breif monent while we change over into the second half. A changeover screen will appear, so if you are a member, please wait a moment. If you are not a member, please subscribe to enjoy more tour stories, and our pamperIng of Kaoru.

K: The members only video that we filmed recently was fun, wasn't it?

J: Very fun.

K: It was wild, haha *snorts while laughing*

J: You just snorted! It was so much fun, Leader snorted! You need to watch this everyone!

K: No, they'll wonder what the hell we are doing.

J: No, its artistic...artistic! I think the viewers will enjoy it. So, everyone, please look forward to this members only video too! Ok, Leader, a final word from you.

K: Yep, See you in a min.

*Info which I gathered from the comments during the paid contents, which are publicly viewable.

They mention the towel incident at Namba Hatch.

They talk about underpants preference, with reference to boxer style or otherwise, ck, tiger pattern, fuji patern (Kaoru got given Fuji Q underpants froma fan???).

Talk about tour goods from the last tour.

Kaoru was eating potato salad, but he wanted beer with it.

Then he was talking about all the different veggies he likes to add to it.

They were then trying out a few massage devices. Joe had one of those vibrating massage wands, and was using it in dubuios ways, causing the viewers to scream in the comments. Kaoru had a try with a face massage roller, apprently resembling a cat.

They talk about the upcoming tour, and mention some of the venues.

#dir en grey #the freedom of expression #translation #薫

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shyroism · 1 year

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My Trip to Japan

Here's the write-up, with lots of photos. Enjoy!

Ok so I was gonna write a whole lot, but that was exhausting so I'm gonna mainly show off some photos.

First off, here's the view from our hotel room. We went to a place in Ota City - a little ways out from Tokyo but close to the airport, which was convenient.

It was a nice little area. Quiet, with lots of businesses around. We mainly got food from the nearby Family Mart - konbini food is really good. For the price (cheap), it was a good place to stay.

The Places I Went

We didn't end up going to too many tourist spots because the weather was pretty bad, but there were a couple places I want to highlight.

Enoshima

We went to Enoshima as my older sibling wanted to visit the shrine (as seen in Bocchi the Rock) to pray at.

We did not, unfortunately, learn the lesson conveyed by Bocchi, namely that there were a shitload of stairs.

A metric fuckload of stairs.

Way too many stairs.

Fortunately it had a ferry at the end of the walking course that took us back to the mainland cause otherwise holy shit the stairs would kill us (real).

Tokyo Tower

The number 1 obvious tourist destination! We didn't end up going to the top, partially because the lines were too long, and partially because I have acrophobia. Still, it was really cool seeing it - I had no idea of the sheer scale of it.

Also there was a cool temple with a lot of cherry blossoms nearby. Neat.

I didn't get any good photos of the cherry blossoms because of the weather, but rest assured that they were pretty.

Cat Cafe

We also went to a cat cafe in Akihabara. There were lots of cats. Look at them.

Most of them were very sleepy, which is fair tbh.

The Things I Ate

While I was overseas, I posted pictures of each day's breakfast on my Twitter (follow me if you want who cares), and I just wanted to highlight some of the favourite things I had here.

Melonpan and Boss Coffee! This was the first meal I had in Japan. Melonpan is a very sweet and tasty pastry, precisely as anime informed me it would be. Boss Coffee ended up being our main source of caffeine, as there was a vending machine near the hotel that sold a few varieties. They had a collab going with Umamusume, but I don't know anything about that series honestly. Other than that it's about horses???

Dango~ I bought this in a Lawson inside Tokyo Tower. I really like the consistency of dango - just the right balance of soft and chewy.

Takoyaki (I didn't get any good photos oops so here is clip art)! It was not at all like how I expected. I had it a few times at karaoke, and some from a supermarket. Some of the karaoke stuff had cheese in it which really brought it together deliciously. The supermarket stuff was less good, obviously, but it was edible.

Iconic. I did not play the Pocky game.

(Ignore the melonpan and Boss coffee, I don't have a problem) The onigiri was one of my favourite foods to get. Lots of variety in fillings, nice and cheap - a perfect meal honestly. I really need to get some sushi vinegar and make some of my own.

The kinoko vs takenoko chocolate debate. Tbh, they both taste pretty much the same - it's more a debate over texture and mouthfeel. My preference is the mushrooms honestly - I just like the balance of wafer and chocolate better. Both are good though.

My favourite meal would have to be the bowl of pork ramen I had. It was so good, the quality of the noodles was something that I've never seen in Australia - a meal I can't imagine being able to get outside of a hyper specialized (read: expensive) business here. 10/10 would eat again.

The Stuff I Bought

We went to karaoke with the gang to watch HoloFes, and ended up getting some exclusive stuff in the Joysound-Hololive collab.

Also bought some idol cards that came with some little chocolate wafers that only kinda made me want to throw-up.

Finally, I picked up a lot of books. Some manga, of course. I thought I was getting Vol 1 of Bocchi the Rock, but this is actually the Anthology - which is also pretty cool. Also Vol 1 of Chainsaw Man, 'cause why not.

I also got the Winter 2022 edition of the Jojo Magazine - because that seemed like a pretty cool thing to get imho. My camera recognizes Jolyne as a real human face, which is a little disconcerting.

I wanted to find a Mika Pikazo art book, or some Pixiv art collections, but this was the only art book I managed to find. It's pretty cool though!

That's basically all the stuff I got though. I don't usually get much in the way of merch, it's not really my thing, but I felt like it'd be a waste to not buy anything while I was there.

The Thoughts I Had

Overall, it was a great experience! It was amazing seeing how different things were from Australia. Especially the rail system, which differs from Australia's through sheer virtue of actually existing. The food was great, such high quality for an affordable price.

It was great seeing things that I actually recognized on display in Akihabara (read: weeb stuff), like it was the first time that I really comprehended that my interests were things that existed in the real world. Sorry if that doesn't make sense - really I just want to make clear that it expanded my horizons.

If you get the chance to, I definitely reccomend going to Tokyo. I am for sure going back one day. There is plenty more for me to see and experience, so much left undone and forgotten. I will return!

#travel #japan #not art #sorry if the formatting is messed up #this is the first time i'm making a long post like this #and the post editor is not good #chafing against that 30 image limit oof

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shop-korea · 1 year

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B - GIVEN - MONEY - MARKET - THEY - CAN LIVE -

APPLE - TABLE - OVER - $3,000 - MADE IN - USA

INSTEAD - OF - BASKETBALL - SOCCER - THAT -

AREA - WILL - B - LIKE LONDON - ENGLAND UK -

FOUNTAINS - U - CAN - WALK - ON - WALK - TO -

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FOUNTAINS - NEXT - 2 - IT - BODY - DRY - AND -

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AS - THEY DRY - HEAD - 2 - TOES - DISNEY -

CHANNEL - FORMER - 'IN - THE - MIDDLE' -

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SEE - SMALL - BEAUTIFUL - ENERGETIC -

KOI - FISHES - MOSO - BAMBOO - 2 - YES -

BLOCK - 500 MPH - WINDS - ONLY PLANT -

2 - ENRICH - LAND - ALWAYS - CHANGED -

BAMBOO - TREES - 2 - HANG - WHERE TO -

SLEEP - WITH - CANOPY - TOPS - 4 - RAIN -

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CHARCOIL - 2 - GRILL - OUR - HONG KONG -

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WAGU - STEAKS - KOREAN - CUT - MEATS -

HONG KONG - MALES - CHEAP PRICES -

GRILL MEAT - 4 U - TABLES - WITH YES -

UMBRELLAS - 2 - EAT - THESE - MEATS -

CUSTOMERS - ONLY - BAMBOO - MALDIVES -

COMPUTERS - INSIDE - FREE - 24/7 - VIDEOS -

OF - YOUTUBE - SCANNED - ONLY - ALLOWED -

NON-VIOLENT - REVISED - FOOTAGE - 2 - SEE -

FREE - 24/7 - QUESTIONS - ANSWERED - THE -

REASONS - NEED - COMPUTER - CORRECT -

RESPONSE - 4 - FREE - USE - UNLIMITED & -

AIR CONDITIONED - BUNGALOWS - ALSO -

NEW - UNDERLINE - NEW - NAME - GIVEN -

TINKERBELL - BUNGALOWS - LEGAL - YES -

PERMIT - FREE - SHOWERS - STRONG AND -

FREE - SHAMPOO - CONDITIONERS LOTION -

OIL - BLOW - DRYERS - WATERPROOF BODY -

MIRRORS - 30 MIN - $0.25 - U - NEED MORE -

ADD - COINS - LITTLE - MERMAID - TOILETS -

FREE - 24/7 - JAPANESE - GARDENS - SO ITS -

CALLED - MAGIC - KINGDOM - GARDENS -

24/7 - FREE 2 SLEEP - 24/7 - RESTROOMS -

BUNGALOW - KITCHENS - FREE - BOILING -

WATER - COFFEE - TEA - RAMEN NOODLES -

FREE - MICROWAVES - FREE - ICE - CUBES -

OVENS - $0.25 - FOR - 30 MIN - $0.10 - FOR -

15 MIN MORE - DESCENDANTS BUNGALOWS -

PINOCCHIO - BUNGALOWS - 4 - WASHERS -

DRYERS - $0.25 - EACH - 24/7 - HOLIDAYS -

HONG KONG - GUARDS - NO - SHOES - NO -

RUGS - ELECTRONIC - RECEIPTS - FREE -

APP - 2 - ALERT - DONE - AND - SEE LIVE -

BY - APP - YOUR - CLOTHES - FREE CARD -

2 - OPEN - SO - CAN'T - B - STOLEN - YES -

GET - CLOTHES - OPEN - B 4 - 5 MIN GET -

$0.25 - BACK - 4 - WASH - AND - DRY YES -

PINOCCHIO - BUNGALOWS - BOOTHS TO -

SELL - NY PIZZA - HUGE SLICES - LARGER -

THAN - TORSO - AND - ARMS - $1.00 EACH -

TAX - INCLUDED - 0 CAL - SODA - & - FRUIT -

JUICES - ICE - COLD - $0.25 - EACH - AND -

FOREVER - PRICES - ASIAN - FOODS ALSO -

24/7 - BOOTHS - TABLES - CANOPY 2 EAT -

24/7 - CUSTOMERS - ONLY - MUSICAL -

INSTRUMENTS - AND - THAT - IS - YES -

BETTER - USE - OF - THE - UNDERLINE -

MAGIC - KINGDOM - GARDENS - NEW -

NAME - REASON - 4 - CHANGE - OF XO -

OWNERSHIP - WE - NOW - AS - HOMELESS -

EXPERIENCED - TAX - PAID - PARKS - THEY -

KICKED - US - OUT - WE - LOST - LOTS - OF -

FOODS - DON'T - MISS - URINING - ON THE -

LAWN - OF - TAX - PAYERS - NOW - WE'RE -

ON - 24/7 - PRIVATE - OWNERSHIP - THEY -

ARE - FRIENDS - OF - ILLEGAL - OPEN -

CARRY - ILLEGAL - OCCUPATION AND -

ILLEGALLY - ARMED - NO - STATE ON -

14TH - CAN - DEPRIVE - ANY PERSON -

OF - LIFE - FLORIDA - STATE - BY - YES -

PRUNE BAGS - 2 - KILL - YOUNG - COUPLES -

YOUNG PEOPLE - FOREIGNERS - MENTALS -

BODY - PARTS - 50 STATES - 50 COUNTRIES -

TERRIBLE NATION - USA - BUT - WE - CAN -

MAKE CHANGES - AS - FOREIGNERS HERE -

BIBLE - 'MONEY - ANSWERS - EVERYTHING'

HOW - 2 - WORK - MAGIC KINGDOM - GARDENS

FLIGHT - ATTENDANT - UNIFORMS

WHITE - GLOVES - DIRECTING - ALL

BUNGALOWS - WHAT - WE - OFFER

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EXPERTS - MARTIAL - ARTS - BLACK

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EUROPEAN - AND - ASIAN FEMALES

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DEFENCE - CHINA's - MARTIAL - ARTS

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THE - UNDERLINE - OTHER - SIDE - SW 1 AVE -

2 - SAME - STREET - NAME - BUT - 1 WAY - AS -

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SMALL - ROOMS - TOP - OF - THE - LINE - YES -

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JETSTREAM - BATHS - COMPLEMENTARY -

SLICED - ORANGES - 4 - BATHS - ORANGE -

OIL - SCENTS - MARBLE - SMALL SHOWER -

KOREA's - NICE - LIKE - CLOSET - 4 - DRY -

CLEANING - STEAMERS - 4 - CLOTHES -

HOW - 2 - MAKE - THEM - LIKE - BRAND -

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SONY - OR - SAMSUNG - SMART - HUGE -

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NETFLIX - APPLE - BOXES - BUY - RENT - A -

FILM - BRITBOX - BRITISH - TV - AND MORE -

TABLE - 2 - EAT - BALCONY - AS - U - KNOW -

MAID - SERVICE - NO - TIPS - LOCKERS - IN -

ROOMS - LOCK - THEM - SAME - FLOOR XO -

LOCKERS - GROUND - LEVEL - LOCKERS - 4 -

LUGGAGE - 2 - KEEP - YOUR - THINGS - YES -

LOCKED - FR - GUESTS - MAIDS - FIXER -

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WALLS - TINTED - WINDOWS - GLASS 2 -

PRIVACY - THEY - CAN'T - SEE - U - BUT -

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HEATING - CONTROLLED - TEMPS - WE -

GIVE - IT - AT - $0.25 - PER - DAY - AND -

PAY - 1 MONTH - IN - ADVANCE - FRONT -

OF - ROOM - OUR - INSIDE - BY - APP OR -

COMPUTER - ALL - PAYMENTS - YES -

MONEY - ORDERS - PASSPORT - AND -

TRAVELERS - CHECKS - CASH COINS -

VISA - MC - AMEX - DISCOVER -

APPLE - PAY - GOOGLE - PAY -

DINERS CLUB - JCBC - MORE -

SMALL - GROCERY - HDG - CHEAPER -

THAN - PUBLIX - WALMART - 24/7 FL -

FREE - KIDS - FREE - SENIORS - 65 -

AND - OLDER - KIDS - ROOMS - 24/7 -

TUTORS - PLAY ROOMS - PETS FREE -

RENT - PETS - PETS - STAY - FREE -

PET - ROOMS - SOUNDPROOF YES -

ROOMS - FREE - FOOD - TOYS TOO -

CAFES - PUBS - KARAOKE - PUBS 2 -

PRIVATE - ROOMS - EACH - ROOM -

WASHER - DRYER - FREE - ALSO 2 -

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2 - ROB - ALL - OF - YOU - OF - $$$ -

DRAIN - U - HOMELESS - EVICTED -

REPOSSESSED DOMESTIC - VIOLENCE -

BATTERY - ASSAULT - ROBBERY - THEN -

POLICE - HANDCUFFING - 'DO U WANT -

2 - HARM - YOURSELF - OR - OTHERS' -

REPLY - 'OTHERS' - THEY - BATTER - U -

KICK - BOX - U - ALSO - SHOOT - YOU -

STAB - U - BURN - YOUR - BODIES YES -

ROB - U - FOR - THEY'RE - POOR AND -

ARMED PUBLIC - EDUCATION PUBLIC -

COLLEGE - BIBLE - 'THEY CAN'T YES -

SLEEP - UNTIL - THEY - MURDER' - '4 -

THE - LOVE - OF - MONEY THE ROOT -

OF - ALL - EVIL' - BUT - REMOVING -

COURTHOUSES - FR - US - TAXES 2 -

THEN - JURY - ONLINE - IS - EXCITING -

MATH - ONLY - HIGH - GPA - ONLY YES -

FIRING - MANY - JUDGES - LOW - GPA -

BILLIONS - RELEASED - CLOSING DMV -

BILLIONS - AGAIN - EBT - MORE - $$$$ -

WE - GOT - THIS - BECAUSE - POLICE -

WORK - 4 - BUSINESSES AND JUDGES -

POLICE - SERVE PUBLIX - WALMARTS -

THUS - HDG GROCERIES - SEPARATE -

FR - OPEN - CARRY - WE - GOT - THIS

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