#Back’n Forth

[gamerbot-22]

The Girl from the Luofu Went Walking

Prompt: Singing

TW/CW: Angst, grief, no dialogue to be found, spoilers for the Xianzhou Luofu storyline, barely proofread and I appreciate spellchecks!

Word Count: 263

A/N: So it took me five days to get angsty. I feel like that’s a personal record for me lol. I also definitely was playing loose with the prompt, but like… I dunno. Tingyung’s passing—especially her funeral—felt very powerful to me when I first played the game. I wasn’t expecting her to actually be visibly grieved like she was, so I thought I’d… “play” a little more in that space, when you know the spirit has flown but the feeling is still there. (Also I still haven’t played New Venture on the Eighth Dawn so idk how Fugue would play into this leave me alone— /lh)

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Tingyun was well known for many things. Before the Arbor Crisis, all of the vendors on Starwatcher Avenue knew to have her tea, her newspaper, and her breakfast hot and ready for her before she passed by on her way to her defacto office at the Sleepless Earl.

She always perched herself at the same table out front, taking a beat before the performance of her business dealings began. Passersby used to joke that Tingyun did a better job entertaining than Mr. Xiyan’s immersia or Back’n Forth’s crosstalk. There was just a rhythm to her voice that sounded almost like a song, accompanied by the chiming bell she carried at her hip that shook whenever she laughed or opened her fan. The song of her business became the theme to so many’s mornings on the Luofu.

But then, of course, things didn’t last forever. Even for the immortal and the long-lifespan people that called the Xianzhou home. Foxians didn’t live as long as the Vidyadhara or other natives, but still, no one expected Tingyun, with her brown hair and bright eyes, to suddenly stop her singing during the Arbor Crisis.

It took months for her teacup to be stowed, her newspaper to be handed off to another buyer, and her breakfast to go unprepared. It took a year for Mengming to be alright letting someone else sit at her table.

Somehow the bustling street felt empty without her. The warbling of starskiffs were only half of a full song. One that would go unsung forever with the death of Starwatcher Avenue’s beloved Tingyun.

[nuwawuwoo]

what if. Back’n forth are dating. (Or roommates)

(And what if we made them into oc’s 🧍)

[enigmatic-pers-reblogs]

Exactly

I watched two guys named “back’n” and “forth” talk while arguing

There was also a meme going one between two npcs in the game ( that one with a scrunch cat on the right and two women crying and pointing on the left 😭 )

( I saw it in a insta pic but i forgot where since idk shit about the game well)

I never get the banner character on twst until I hit hard pity but to compensate in prsk whenever I do a multi I get 2 4*

[belliesandburps]

After a lil back’n forth with @squidbiscuit, not to mention feeling a bit inspired by her latest awesome pieces, I was compelled to FINALLY do a quickie sketch of Daken myself for once.  Felt like giving him a more subtle, uncomfortable-looking bloat than the full on balloon belly treatment.

Deeeeefinitely gonna do something with Venom down the road as well.  ;)

[lediableblanc-amoureuxdechats]

@hellspeed​ sent: “How about you sleep in my bed for the coming days? You might feel better. "  (modified this a bit for pietroness 😅) 

Lost meme, oh well

     The suggestion fell on his ears only half noticed, he’d been shuffling one of the packs of cards typically kept in his pockets, skilled but clearly agitated. He did not appreciate people showing up in his living space uninvited, known or not, present company excluded. Even then he preferred it at least hinted at, versus just being dropped in on within his private space, his removal from the dangers of the world and the rest of his daily stressors. He truly tried to keep work and home separate, so teammates showing up was not something he wanted. He had a phone, use the damn thing. Don’t just show up, in fact, just call him in.

     “Can’t have his own mothafuckin’ home,” he muttered under his breath before looking to Pietro. “Only way dat’d work would be if’n ya plan on runnin’ me back’n forth t’tend t’de cats,” he pointed out, but it wasn’t a no. He didn’t want to disrupt their comfort like his had been, but a reset, getting away from nonsense...he probably would sleep better. Right now he was probably too worked up, expecting another drop-in if he stayed at home. One night couldn’t hurt, longer if Pietro didn’t grumble about helping cater to the felines.

[friendlylocalwhumper]

Weak, hoarse cries squeak out of the warlock as they’re shoved back and forth, their captors standing in a rough circle to push them around and laugh as their magic fails. The first few attempted shoves, they were able to phaze, to escape the touch - but as soon as the ability flickered away with the overuse, hands met their skin and it started in earnest.

Someone grabs their hair and yanks hard, flinging them into the arms of somebody else. Bailey’s too dizzy to know who has them now or which way they’re facing. Messy black hair fans out as they spin with the next shove, slamming against another body, arms grabbed in one hand and chin tipped up with another. Everything spins as they fail to focus on the man before them.

“No more magic?” He asks, and Bailey wilts, legs wobbling. No, there’s no more magic in them right now, they used it all up stupidly. They always do, when this starts. No jobs in the past few days, no sneaking in and out of locked buildings to use their magic for, so this is how it gets spent. That way, they can’t phaze their way out of their cage, out of the van. In however-many-years, they haven’t gotten a good enough grip on themselves to store up some magic and escape for good.

Fingers pat at their cheek to get their attention. Bailey pulls away, stumbles back when they’re released - someone grabs the back of their shirt, spins, and throws them into the boss. Bailey knows it’s the boss, even with their spinning vision, because he smells like cologne and cash, and his shirt has a bright, ugly pattern plastered across it.

“My favorite little thief.” Stubble-crunchy breath descends on Bailey like a cloud of smoke, and the warlock makes themself smaller in his grip.

“C’n I go back’n the van?” They ask, voice pitchy with the whine that’s slipped into it. “m’dizzy.”

“Aw, sure you can, squirt. Get on in there.” With a nod from him, somebody opens the van door, and the crew’s boss walks Bailey over with a hand on the back of their neck. “There you go. Rest up, we’ve got two jobs tomorrow, you hear? Any fuckups and you’re gonna catch a beating.”

Bailey nods to show they understand as they clamber up into the van and crawl into the cage, legs folded up against their chest as they huddle up. Only when the van door shuts, closing them in and protecting them from the jeers of their captors, does Bailey let themself take a shuddering breath and curl up as small as they can.

[prfm-multiverse]

POLYSICS and The Vocoders. Two one-man live report  March 29, 2019 at Yoyogi Zher the ZOO

【SET LIST】 The Vocoders（2019.03.29） 01 Black Out Fall Out 02 Mandolin Girl 03 Shizuka is a machine doctor 04 Everybody Say No 05 That’s Fantastic！ 06 COMMODOLL 07 New Melody 08 JERKIN’ BACK’N’ FORTH 09 Smile to Me 10 Rain Rain Rain 11 Part of me 12 Code4 Encore 01 Get Back To 8-bit

POLYSICS（2019.03.30） 01 サニーマスター 02 BUGGIE TECHNICA 03 Frame On 04 Young OH! OH! 05 Funny Attitude 06 ワチュワナドゥー 07 Let’s ダバダバ 08 Sea Foo 09 人生の灰 10 Degital Coffee 11 DNA Junction 12 Number Zero 13 Raptus 14 DTMK未来 15 Belong 16 新曲 17 新曲 18 Sun Electric 19 シーラカンス イズ アンドロイド 20 How are you？ 21 URGE ON!! 22 Hot Stuff 23 Speed Up Encore 01 Part of me, 02 カジャカジャグー

[umbralsound-xiv]

“So, figured i’d go roun’ t’see Mhira. Figured, she were sleepin’ like usual, ain’ no shocker there.

Little fish guy--- Uh, says ‘er were a Namazu’re somethin’, ain’ too sure, offered t’cook me somethin’ while i waited. I ain’ gonna pass up free food! Made w’jus’ th’right amount’ve spice, too. I were all sat an’ enjoyin’ m’meal, when...

This lanky legged arse walked into th’kitchen. I knew ‘is voice, th’voice tha’s usually tellin’ me to piss off from whatever boar it is tha’ i got m’eyes on.

Feckin’ arse.

Were th’wailer that used t’linger th’Shroud. Ain’ ever come t’blows. Ain’ ever let ‘em.

We gave it a bit’ve back’n forth. Can take an insult without gettin’ his pants in a twist, so s’ppose there’s somethin’ t’be said for that. All comin’ down t’it, he ain’ so bad of a guy. Works here, now. W’Mhira. Same’s ‘er, he’s a healer.

Name’s Silas.

We’re gon’ punch eachothers teeth in, an’ th’loser’s gotta cook, next time.

---Agreed, ‘o course! Gotta say, ‘m lookin’ forward to it.”

@crimson-sunrise-ffxiv

[hakimbe]

In case your Democracy needed a lil’ church ... on a Saturday. In partnership with Citizen University and the Museum of Pop Culture. #CivicSaturday 

   Civic Literacy

   How do you spell America?

You spell it…

   [in brackets]

   “Insert Last Name Here”

    Spell it however you want.

But no matter what you do,

never spell it in hyphens.

Don’t subtract yourself.

    America is one of those funny algebraic equations

where there’s no difference.

A Mumbo Jumbo* of numbers and letters

that have the exact same values

on either side of the equal sign.

    Because for Americans 1+1=u

times me is demos

divided by us

the remainder leaves you with only a fraction of the power…

     In other words Democracy is ours

if we just do the math.

    Raise your hand

if America sometimes feels like a spell

   that is wearing off.

   A magic potion

getting less and less potent

by the purchase.

    A bad relationship

built on broken promises,

when it’s actually really good promises

undone by broken relationships.

    It sometimes feels like a spelling bee

and we’re all dyslexic.

    Like I keep misspelling “vote”

vice. “Passion” 

privilege. “Election”

effort. “Race”

riot. “Politics” 

poison. “Protest”

problem. “Parade”

rally

   and even the word “party” doesn’t quite have the same ring anymore.

    Is it because we’ve forgotten how to sing?

That even though some of us have a different vocabulary

of ABCs taught us by the Jackson 5,

    by and large

we all learned the same alphabet

set to a song about 50 twinkling little stars.

    Where have our playgrounds gone?

Fluent in “argument”

but illiterate in assembly.

Even our anthems have become battlegrounds

    again. Loud.

   So loud we can no longer hear each other singing

over the boos and the bombs

that distract from the fact that we 

    don’t know all the words.

What if we are the sensation of speaking

and being unheard?

   How do you spell United States of America

in Russian?

   How do you spell United States of America

in French?

   How do you spell United States of America

in Latin?

   How do you spell United States of America

in Swahili?

    How do you spell United States of America

in Dine?

    How do you spell United States of America

in Chinese?

   You spell it however the hell you want.

But best spelled in a never ending frequency of letters and love languages 

going back’n forth, back’n forth, back’n forth

    between U

and I.

    Pen pals in participation

and the only rule of grammar that applies

is that it can not

be spelled

    in silence.

[buckybarnesappreciationsociety]

Hold On Sweetheart Daddy’s On The Way

Summary: The last thing you’d want to do is take something from James Buchanan Barnes...especially his daughter! Isabella Marie Barnes is the apple of his eyes. When Rodney and Caleb kidnap her, he sprang into Soldier 2.0 mode. He’s far more dangerous than the Winter Soldier because now, he has a family!

Warnings: Sexual innuendo and anger

Word Count: 1, 048

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Izzy Barnes  OFC: Rodney and Caleb Baretti, Steve, Tony, Nat, Sam

A/N: There are two parts to “Day of Reckoning.” Part 1 is from Bucky and Izzy’s POV before she’s rescued. Part 2 is the rescue itself!  

Russian language from www.http://masterrussian.com keyboard translater

Thank you for taking time to read my fics. It means a lot!

Bucky’s POV

Stevie’s watching me like a hawk. Wish he wouldn’t. I ain’t the Winter Soldier..naw I’m a dad pissed and ready to get his baby girl back and kill the vermin who took her!

I know Y/N’s worried sick about Izzy and Stevie misses his sister. They  don’t always get’long but hell, that’s what brothers and sisters do….rile each other up and play afterwards. Me’n Becca’d do that all the time but I loved her like nobody else.

Can’t stop m’leg from bouncing up and down, guess it’s a nervous tick or something. This is the most important mission I’ve ever been on. There is no room for error ‘cuz they’d kill my Izzy.

The quinjet reached the Catskills in stealth mode. Inside, Stevie, Tony, Nat, and Sam awaited instructions. Also, I brought along a vehicle; ransom money is in the trunk.. Too bad those cockroaches won’t live to spend a dime of it.

The car, an Audi Z class, designed by Stark has special features. The back seat lifts up and out for storing all my weapons and ammo. The comms are linked to the GPS. Even though the quinjet’s in stealth mode, this car can track it but those numbnuts can’t.

Looking down at Tony’s cell phone screen, an unknown number pops up. I know who it is. Steadying m’breathing…….

Bucky: Yeah?

Rodney: Guess you our money?

Bucky: Yeah I do.

Rodney: Good. There’s an old abandoned distillery off the main road, ‘bout 10 miles outside  downtown Catskills. We’ll be waiting for ya. And if I sniff any of those ‘Avengers’, I’ll kill this bitch and mail her body parts to that whore Y/N. Got me FREAK?

*silence and heavy breathing*

Rodney: “HEY, I’M TALKING TO YOU? DID YOU HEAR ME??!!”

Bucky: “I’ll be there.”

There’s a storm brewing inside my mind. M’thoughts are jumbled. All I can see is Izzy beat up with those backwoods assholes.

Sam gets on my last damn nerves but when it comes to his niece, he’ll kill first and ask questions NEVER! Redwing performed a sweep of the area and found where Izzy was being held. The thermal image determined her heart rate was elevated. Caleb taunted like he’s gonna do her more harm. Hang on Izzy. Remember what I taught’ya ‘bout your breathing when ya get angry. Slow down please.

Getting that report set me off. I paced back’n forth like a caged animal, flipping m’knife like a majorette’s baton. M’blood’s cold running through my veins. Nat wants’ta say something to me, but she ain’t that crazy!

Didn’t know when it happened, but I started speaking Russian. Tony glanced at Nat and Steve.

ПЩЕЕФ ПУЕ РУК ИФСЛЮЮЮПЩЕЕФ ПУЕ РУК ИФСЛЮ СФТЭЕ ЬУЫЫ ЕРШЫ ГЗЮ ПЩЕЕФ ПУЕ ШЯЯН ИФСЛ!!

(GOTTA GET HER BACK...GOTTA GET HER BACK. CAN’T MESS THIS UP. GOTTA GET IZZY BACK!!)

M’mind’s gone to a dark place.

I checked the car to make sure m’guns and ammo were fully stocked. I’m ready for anything.

Before getting in the car, I turned and thanked everyone for coming and helping get our Izzy back.

Tony waited till I drove off before he closed the ramp. Nat flipped the stealth mode switch and  followed the tracker in the Audi.

M’thoughts are always on Izzy and how I wanted her back safe. Being a parent ain’t easy. Hell, I never thought I’d have kids, but look at me know. I’ve got a son, daughter and beautiful wife.

There’s no chatter coming through the comms. The only noises I hear are crickets chirping and the  wind howling. M’knuckles are turning white ‘cuz I gotta death grip on the steering wheel. I’d rather have m’hands ‘round Rodney’s neck!!!

Feels like I been driving for days, but it ain’t that far. I’ve never wanted to kill anyone as much as Rodney and Caleb.

Izzy’s POV

My head hurts so bad. That jackass Caleb hit me really hard; my eye’s swollen and I have a busted lip. Makes it really hard to eat and drink.

At first, I was afraid to eat because it might be poisoned. But my stomach rumbled so bad, it couldn’t be helped. The smell in this place makes we wanna vomit; moth balls, cigarettes and beer. Caleb’s creepy; he watches me when I use the restroom and touches my face, telling me I’m a “pretty young thing.”  Yuck!

Auntie Nat and dad’s voices are telling me to keep my breathing under control, that way I won’t have  a panic attack.

These zip ties around my wrists and ankles are cutting into my skin. I’m bleeding but Rodney doesn’t care. I’m just a “get rich quick” scheme to him.

There’s so many things going around in my head. I wonder what mom and little Stevie’s doing? He must’ve been so frightened when these buttwads took me. He may get on my nerves but I love him in spite of. Kayla and Maddie? What happened to them?

Mom’s going crazy worrying about me. Oh my gosh, dad. What’s going on with him? Did my kidnapping trigger the Winter Soldier? Of course not Isabella. Auntie Wanda helped the doctors in Wakanda remove all the triggers from his mind.

What’s the team doing to rescue me? If know my extended family and I do, they’re on the way, guns blazing. As much as I’d love for these two idiots to die, seeing dad torture them brings a warm feeling to my heart.

Look at them. Stupid smirks on their ugly faces.! Yeah, shit for brains, keep it up. You’re gonna wish you’d never seen  me.

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