#born of anarchy

[carnevol]

Benny Cross (The Bikeriders) | Jax Teller (Sons of Anarchy)

for @imaginaryplaythings 💕

[mogai-sunflowers]

anarchy dyke flag!

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[solar-sunnyside-up]

This is probably a weird/highly specific question, but am I a hypocrite for doing extension work as an anarchist? Basically, when I applied for my job, I thought that I would be helping people with applications for Snap througha university, but once I interviewed and got hired I realized that I'd be doing nutrition/food education (which, as a fat person, scared me at first, but most of the material is okay in that regard; some of it is gross, but that's to be expected. I'm not going to regurgitate any of that rhetoric myself and will express as such to my supervisor if needed), which is through both the university and by technicality the state due to us being under Snap specifically. So far I actually think a lot of the stuff we're doing can be used for a lot of good (teaching anatomy, basic cooking skills, how to cook on a budget, gardening, etc.), and the history/original intentions of extension work actually align with a lot of solarpunk/anarchist thought, but I'm wary of the association with the state.

I was working a delivery job and temp jobs before this and facing over 30k in student debt and on state insurance and until a couple months ago living with a highly emotionally abusive family member; now I'm making above minimum wage, on better insurance, can more easily pay my rent, and could potentially get some of my loans forgiven. I know pragmatically that I need this job, at least for a little bit, but I feel like a massive hypocrite.

Any thoughts/advice would be appreciated; I hope all is well :3

K just to simply answer the question right uo front: Your not a hypocrite, your attempting to survive in a hostile system while helping ppl where you can.

Unless your a police officer, a landlord, or like... a politician who takes bribes you aren't able to be a hypocrite at worst your staying alive. And given the situation your in, your doing good work!

As anarchists there tends to be a lot of this black and white mentality

"I'm against the state! And hate both parties so I won't vote!" Is a good example. But it's just not that black and white in reality, that's just being a bystander if all you do is not participate.

But like... we are all ppl fighting the fight where we can. Some ppl have access to giving others help with chores, some ppl have money they can spare sometimes to ppl needing to pay transit fair, sometimes ppl have enough food to donate to someone else. Sometimes we slip piracy links to students and coworkers, and sometimes we can't do anything but shout that something is wrong. All of these tiny acts are just as valid as the next.

Plus, your ultimately teaching vital info, your giving GOOD info! Your giving helpful things to ppl, even potentially filtering out harmful parts to it. If a state must exist, for the time being, then it should at least feed, educate, and care for it citizens.

My advice is: laugh at the idea that they decided to pay someone who'd rip their system apart to educate ppl on how to use the system to their advantage! Sew anarchism into the moments you can. And when you buy yourself a small extra treat bc you get a wage that allows for small comforts whisper "And they paid for this rebellion" with some joy. You've earned it!

[bi-luminescentdragon]

Born in Anarchy synopsis (an original story by DragonLilly)

So I have decided to post a story of mine on Tumblr to see what kind of feedback I can get. This is kind of a big deal for me since no one ever reads my writing. Here is a synopsis of Born in Anarchy (which is a four book series). The plan is to post a chapter every week but if I get a good response, I may post more often. Feel free to respond and if you reblog, please give me credit. Thank you!

Born in Anarchy (synopsis)

Vampires and Immortals have been rivals for centuries. Both have immortal lives but live them in vastly different ways. Vampires, dwellers of the night, live off the blood of humans. Immortals, rulers of the light, live off the life energy of humans. The two species have the power to live in harmony, feeding from the same food source, but the leaders of these rival tribes have been at odds with each other for the better part of a thousand years. There are laws in place that prevent the two species from mingling but those laws are about to be put to the test.

Iris, an Immortal who lost her parents as a youngling, was forced to grow up on her own. Living in a run down apartment on a street known as Combat Alley, she was forced to hide inside during Anarchy, a time when the sun and moon were in the sky simultaneously. It was the most dangerous time of the day, when vampires and immortals would fight to the death and there were no consequences. Being out during Anarchy on Combat Alley was a death sentence, especially for someone so young and inexperienced. However, one night the fighting made its way into her apartment and she had no choice but to flee. Will she survive the hour?

Enzo, a Vampire who was the youngest member of the royal family, found himself being dragged out to Combat Alley during Anarchy by his older brothers. The two older vampires were angered and wanted revenge on an Immortal who had killed their friend. Being the youngest, he had no choice but to follow his brothers, and being part of the royal family meant he was highly trained in combat. He was a borderline pacifist and had no desire to fight anyone. Will that change when he sees a young woman cornered and about to be killed by… Her own kind? 

When two worlds meet and an unlikely friendship forms, will these two be able to set aside their differences and help end a thousand year old war? Or will their tribes tear them apart and punish them for treason?

[dragonlillywriting]

Born in Anarchy: Book 1, Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2: (chapter 1)

Iris felt groggy and weak when she awoke. She felt a cold ground under her and rolled to the side. Her eyes cracked open and she took in her surroundings. She was in a dark room that smelled of dirt and stagnant water. The dim light on the wall above her illuminated a room of concrete walls and a dirt floor. Nothing else adorned the room. Her brows furrowed, trying to recall how she had gotten there. She remembered the men ambushing her and crashing through a window. The men had cornered her and, because of all the blood, she was unable to scale the side of the building. She glanced down and noticed the blood had been cleaned from her and she wore a clean shirt that was several sizes too big. The wounds were closed but not healed on her arms, a sign that she needed to feed. She shook her head, trying to remember more. The men said their boss wanted her but she could not figure out why. They were immortals. Why would they come after her?  

Iris laid there for a little while, trying to remember everything when she realized she could not figure out what happened. Her vision had gone blurry just as she heard a scuffle and had been unable to see what had transpired. Her heart raced when she realized they must have gotten her. She rushed to her feet and suddenly regretted it. Her vision swam and she crashed back to the floor. “You lost a lot of blood. You should take it easy.” A deep voice said from above her. She looked around frantically and spotted a hole in the ceiling above her. That was the only way out of the room. The light illuminated a tanned face in the opening. The man had piercing blue eyes and black hair. Her breath caught when she saw the red swirls in his eyes. This was the man who was standing outside the apartments when she crashed through the window. He must have noticed her panic because he held a hand out to calm her. “Don’t worry, I’m not with those guys who attacked you.”

Anger surged through Iris. “Then who the hell are you? Why were you there and why am I locked up?” She demanded. 

The man stared at her for several moments, scrutinizing her. “You aren’t locked up. You’re free to leave whenever you want.” He finally said. 

“How?” 

He disappeared from the opening and suddenly a rope ladder fell into the room. She got to her feet quickly and then remembered the blood loss again as she crashed back to the floor. “Would you like me to help you?” The man asked, sounding amused. 

Iris gritted her teeth. “No.” She grumbled. She slowly rose to her feet and moved toward the ladder. She gripped it as tight as she could and forced herself upward. When she reached the top, she no longer had the strength to pull herself onto the ledge above. A warm hand gripped her arm and helped pull her up. She looked around and noticed a small room with a bed, a night stand and a television. It was cozy in a sense and much different than the room below. She snatched her arm away from the man and slid away from him as best she could. He looked unphased as he rose to his feet and plopped down on the bed. “Why am I here?” She demanded again.

The man looked at her, arching a brow. “I don’t know. I told you that you could leave.” He said sarcastically. 

Iris narrowed her eyes at him. Alright, so he’s a smartass, she thought. “Okay, fine, why did you bring me here? It was Anarchy, you could have easily killed me or just let me die. What’s the deal?”

The man sized her up. “Didn’t feel like it.” 

“So why bring me here?” “Didn’t want someone else to kill you either, I guess. Don’t really know, to be honest.” He said. Iris could not help but relax a little bit and he noticed it. He leaned forward and braced his elbows on his knees as he narrowed his eyes at her. “Why were your own kind coming after you?”

Her breath caught in her throat. “Your guess is as good as mine.” She said quietly. She pulled her legs up and hugged them to her chest. “Their boss wants me but I don’t even know who they are.” 

“The arm bands they wore appear to be some kind of gang affiliation. I’ll look into it. My brothers spend a lot of time on Combat Alley and would most likely know the insignia on the bands.” 

Iris studied him. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why would you look into it? I’m your enemy and you owe me nothing.” The man shrugged. “Right thing to do, I suppose. Plus, you're not my enemy. You did nothing to me.” Iris felt her breath catch in her throat. “You don’t hate me just because I’m an immortal? The rest of your kind does.”

“Well, I’m not like the rest of my kind. I think the war is stupid.”

Iris grew quiet and she looked at the floor as she contemplated his words. She agreed with his sentiment but living on her own she had no choice but to be suspicious. He had not killed her when he could have. In fact, he had actually saved her life. “Wh-what happened to those men?” She asked quietly. 

A look of regret flashed in the man’s blue eyes and he looked away briefly. “I killed them.” Iris felt her heart race, suddenly unsure if she was safe anymore. “Wh-why?” “They were going to hurt you or get you killed. In my eyes you were innocent and they were guilty. Did I make the wrong choice?” He asked, suddenly angry. 

Iris shook her head frantically. “N-no. Thank you.” She said quietly.

The man studied her for several long moments before his anger dissipated. She suspected he did not like to kill and was concerned he had killed for no reason, or at least, for the wrong reason. He leaned over and opened a drawer on the nightstand. He tossed her something in an aluminum package. She caught it and realized it was a protein bar. “Eat. It’ll help you restore your strength but you should probably feed once you can walk.” 

Iris suddenly had no appetite. She hated feeding from humans but unfortunately she had to. She shuddered and remained quiet as she ate the protein bar. “Thank you.” She said, suddenly feeling a lot better. He nodded and continued studying her. 

“What’s your name?” He asked. 

“Why do you wanna know?” “You don’t make anything easy, do you?” He asked, laughing. It was a friendly sound that she could not help but open up to. She smiled. 

“I’m a bit hard to get along with sometimes.” She admitted. “Not very trusting, honestly.” 

“I noticed. No worries. I get it.” 

“Why are you so trusting?” 

He shrugged. “I don’t like to dislike anyone until they give me a reason to.” 

“And I haven’t?” “Not yet.” He said, smirking. He laid back in the bed and propped himself up on an elbow. “So? What’s your name?” “Iris. Yours?” His eyes held hers for several moments. “Iris.” He echoed, sounding thoughtful. “Nice to meet you. I’m Enzo.” 

Iris smiled. “Same. Thanks again for saving me, Enzo.” She got to her feet and he sat up, looking disappointed. 

“You’re leaving?”

Iris nodded. “I need to feed and then get back home.” “Iris, it’s definitely not safe for you to go home. This guy has more goons and I can guarantee he’s not gonna be happy to find the ones he sent dead. He’s gonna keep looking for you.” 

Iris took a deep breath. “I know, but I have nowhere else to go.” 

“No family? Friends?” He asked, brows furrowed. 

“None.” She said, her tone rigid. 

“Damn.” He said. “Well, I’m your friend now. Just stay here.” She arched a brow, not sure how to take that. “I don’t live here. I just use this house as a getaway from my family. You’re welcome to stay here as long as you need. It’s well hidden and it’s in neutral territory. I’ll stay away if you want me to.” “And you won’t tell anyone I’m here?” She asked, not wanting to let her guard down. 

“You think I’d save you just to give you up later?” She shrugged. “Fine, do what you want. The offer still stands.” He laid back on the bed. 

“Thanks.” She said, unsure how many more times she would have to say that before he would actually believe she meant it. He may be a vampire but he had shown her more kindness in the few hours since she had met him than most anyone had in her entire life. 

“No prob.” He said. He glanced at the door. “You honestly probably shouldn’t go to feed alone either. I can go with you.” 

“Even if you have a different opinion of our status, the world out there would not. Just us talking like this could get us both killed.” She said. 

“I’d stick to the shadows and just watch your back. No one would even see us together.” 

“I’ll be fine, but I appreciate the offer.” She turned to leave the room. She hesitated at the door. “W-will you still be here when I get back?” Enzo chuckled ruefully. “I probably can’t go back home tonight.” 

“Why?” 

“I kind of ditched my brothers to save you. They don’t know why or any of the details, but they’ll be pissed that I ditched them regardless. I think I’ll stay here tonight if that’s alright with you.” Iris shrugged but secretly felt relieved. This was the most she had spoken to anyone in their world in a long time. It felt nice and she did not want to lose it. A pit formed in her stomach before she could open the door. “They won’t know how to find you here?” Enzo shook his head. “None of them know it exists. Since vampires are nocturnal, they’ll most likely think I’m out hunting anyway.” He sat up, his expression dark. “Be careful out there, Iris. You know the night is not safe for an immortal. Just because it’s not Anarchy and you aren’t on Combat Alley doesn’t mean you can’t be harmed.” 

Iris took in a shaky breath and then nodded firmly. “I will.” 

…

Enzo did not believe for a second that Iris would not run into trouble while she went out to feed. As soon as he heard her leave the house, he grabbed his knife and headed toward the door. Just as he opened to follow after her, he hesitated. Why did he care? Just by bringing her here he was already betraying his kind. He shook his head. He could not help but feel a connection to her and he feared it could be the death of him. No, it’s the right thing to do. If he wound up dying to protect her, it would be an honorable death in his eyes. He opened the door and followed her scent. Vampires’ powers were enhanced and worked the best at night, so following her was not an issue. If it was easy for him, it would be easy for any other vampire. 

Enzo followed after Iris as she entered town. The woman was fast and Enzo found it hard to keep pace with her, especially at a distance. She slipped into the nearest grocery store. He found that odd but managed to follow after her inconspicuously. He watched as she struck up a conversation with a woman near the back of the store. The women talked for several minutes before the woman’s expression softened and she hugged Iris. Iris put her arms around the woman and Enzo noticed a white light emerge from her hands where they rested on the woman’s back. They embraced for a few moments before Iris pulled away. The woman smiled and they departed. Enzo watched as Iris moved through the store and came across a tall man who seemed to be contemplating what beer to choose. He looked at her and smiled. She put her hand on the man’s arm and gestured to a brightly colored box of drinks. The man chuckled and she joined in. He shook his head and gestured to a case of beer in a blue box. The two continued the conversation, all the while Iris’s hand lit up where she was touching the man’s arm. Iris continued this strategy for a few more people and then left the store. 

Enzo followed Iris until she was near his house. She stopped before the door and glanced around. “Didn’t trust me to go alone?” She asked, sounding irritated. 

“It’s not that I didn’t trust you. I don’t trust other vampires.” He said as he emerged from the trees. He crossed his arms. “How’d you know I was following?” Iris tapped her nose. “I can smell you.”

“Really? At night?” Iris shrugged. “I’ve got a strong sense of smell.”

“That’s how you’ve survived on your own so long, huh?” Enzo asked. “That and your stealth and speed. You’re pretty impressive.”

Iris arched a brow and then rolled her eyes. She looked much more healthy and seemed more lively. “Sure.” She said, laughing. She moved into the house and he followed after her. 

“I’m being serious, Iris.” Enzo said. “I watched your hunting technique. You’ve mastered it where you can feed from the humans without harming them and without them knowing. That’s impressive. I wish it were that easy for vampires.” 

Iris sat down on the couch in the living room of the small one bedroom house. It felt weird to have her in his home. Not because she was an immortal, but because he did not have friends. The only people he was ever around was his family and the staff. “How do you feed?” Iris asked as she slipped off her shoes.

Enzo felt unease wash over him. “I typically just feed from animals, actually.” Iris’s brows shot up. “Seriously?” 

“I am forced to feed from humans if I’m around my family but I usually feed alone. That’s why I have a home in the woods. It makes it easier.”

“That takes a good bit of self-restraint, doesn’t it? Animal blood can’t be very sustainable.”

“It’s not, but I’ve adjusted.” He said. He eyed her as she slid her pants off and grabbed the blanket on the back of the couch. “Uh…” He felt his cheeks grow warm. “You’re not shy at all, are you?” 

Iris shook her head. “Nope.” His eyes involuntarily scanned her long muscled legs as she pulled the blanket over her and laid down. “Sorry, I’m exhausted. Can we talk more later? You might be a night owl, but I sure as hell am not and I’ve got work in the morning.” 

“Work?” He asked incredulously.

Iris looked at him, her brows furrowed. “Yeah, work. Living in the human world takes money and I need it if I want to stay a part of it.” 

Enzo suddenly felt like an ass. “Sorry, I…” He said quietly. “Nevermind.” He headed toward the bedroom. “You’ll be gone in the morning, then?” “Probably.” She said. 

“Probably?” 

“Yeah, probably.” 

Enzo smiled weakly. “Good night, Iris.” He said softly. 

“G’night, Enzo. Thanks again.” She said. 

“You’re welcome.” He said and he saw her relax. She rolled over and covered her head with the blanket and he slipped into the room to give her privacy. 

(chapter 3)

[pinkieroy]

I should probably read hamlet

[motelpearl]

put me onto your black motorcycle

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hello! I loved your last hobie fic btw it was really good!!

Imagine that in hobies universe you died but when he travels to miles universe he sees you alive 😭 and then the reader introduces themselves to him the same way they did in his universe

Keep feeding us with these ATSV fics 😈😈

Have a great day!!!

Thank you for enjoying my Hobie Brown stuff anon cuz he’s been invading my mind recently. I hope to god this is okay for ya. 🦦

Hobie remembered first meeting you as though it were yesterday, you were within an alleyway vandalising the walls with your spray paint, he happened to be passing by when one of your masterpieces caught his eye; it was of him…well him as Spider-Man clocking a cartoonish Osborne -appropriately adorned with devil horns and a tail- in the head with his eyes crossed out in red spray paint as though he were dead.

It got a good chuckle out of him that was for sure and from that alone he knew he had to know you more on a personal level. ‘Whatcha gonna call that?’ He asked aloud, making you jolt, you were pretty sure you had chosen a spot where you weren’t going to get caught by the authorities or those that’d grass you up for expressing how you truly felt about Osborne and all those just like him. You shrugged, looking up at your finished product before looking back over at Hobie, ‘dunno yet,’ you told him truthfully, ‘my working titles are either anarchy incarnate or death to capitalism.’

Hobie hummed in approval, but he thought you could do better, ‘how about anarchy is the death of capitalism?’ He suggested and he couldn’t never forget the light in your eyes upon hearing his working title, that in the midst of your excitement you had grabbed him by the arm, ‘that’s it! That’s what I should call it, you’re a genius man!’ You cried before realising what you did and immediately removed your hand from his arm, ‘sorry about that.’ Hobie dismissed your apology by slinging an arm over your shoulder. ‘Nah, don’t give me that shit, you shouldn’t have to apologise for being yourself for that’s what they want you to do.’

‘I don’t think I ever got your name.’ You said. ‘Hobie. Hobie brown and may I get to know the name of the amazing artist behind this.’ Hobie gestured to the spray painting. ‘Y/n l/n.’ You replied. ‘Well y/n, I think we’re going to get along quite well.’ And you did.

So when your untimely death happened, Hobie felt as though he were Achilles having lost his Patroclus. He cradled your body into his arms even long after you had said your final words, ‘keep fighting the good fight, my little anarchist.’ and much longer after it had already gone cold. You had told him that you were heading out to go spray paint with some people you’ve met and the worst soon came when despite knowing that you didn’t have to, you still went out of your way to act as a distraction so that the rest may escape; which resulted in the way that it did.He knew he should’ve gone with you that day because then maybe you would still be alive and taking the piss out of him for worrying about you but he didn’t, so you weren’t.

Ever since then Hobie had made it his goal to keep fighting for not only his chase but yours as well in your memory. He made you a memorial in the exact same place where you first met, always paying it a visit whenever he felt as though he needed you with him, which has lead him to start talking to your spray pairings as though they were actually you. There was without a shadow of a doubt that you were quite possibly one of the greatest artists to have ever lived, alongside with being an avid inspiration to many to the youths who felt as though they had no way of expressing themselves when feeling slighted by the society they were born in. Hell you even inspired him! So much so that there were a multitude of songs he would perform that depicted a individual with stardust in their eyes, a rebellious fire in their heart and a insatiably need to insight the themes of anarchy within anything they touched.

After your death Hobie kept a good portion of your things; such as your spray cans that would never get used, your clothes that still clung onto the very last essence of you much like he did and even kept the picture you took together after helping you finish a project you had been wanting to pursue for a long while; and who would’ve thought that it would be him, not as Spider-Man, just good old Hobie Brown with the message, ‘keep fighting the good fight, my little anarchist.’

So when he caught himself walking down a alleyway much like he did long ago but this time in a completely new place, he felt as though he was being hit with a wave of de ja vu when his ears picked up on the familiar hissing sound of a spray can. It was like he was back there again and if his memory serves him right, he knew what was to come next the moment he, Gwen and Miles made it into a clearing where they were greeted with the sight of someone’s back as they were deeply engrossed with their own handy work. ‘You’re going to love them Hobie, they’re like super cool and awesome.’ Gwen told him but her words went in one ear and out the next as he stared up at the spray painting of Miles as Spider-Man mid swing; it was beautiful without a doubt but they style in which it was drawn was all too familiar.

‘Whatcha gonna call that?’ Hobie had said without realising it until you jolted before turning to look directly at him, regaining your composure, ‘dunno yet.’ You shrugged and your voice sounded like an echo to the past for Hobie who so desperately wanted to pinch himself in that moment. ‘my working titles are either a bright new era or rising above all expectations.’ Hobie didn’t say anything for he knew he was going to say something that would only scare you away, just because you were another version of his y/n didn’t mean you shared the same memories; to you, he was just another spider-man from another reality, he wasn’t your Hobie despite how he wish he was but he knew he couldn’t put that on you.

He also couldn’t blame you for being alive while his version of you was dead. It wouldn’t be fair on you for being blamed for something that wasn’t your fault to begin with and it wouldn’t be fair on him either, as despite how many times he made himself believe that he has accepted your death, his heart would remind him that he truly hadn’t. You were such a pivotal part of his life that he couldn’t seem to let go of. ‘Hmm, both titles sound cool but I think we can do better.’ Miles pipped up, breaking Hobie out of his headspace that was running rampant with all the best memories you shared together. ‘How about…the bright new era of rising above all expectations?’ Hobie interjected.

You made a face at the suggestion before a wide smile spread across your face as you lost yourself in your excitement and grabbed ahold of his arm like you did when your first met, ‘that’s it! That’s what I should call it! You’re a genius dude, thank you.’ But before you could remove your hand from his arm, Hobie grasped your hand and held it firmly. ‘I don’t believe I told you my name, it’s Hobie by the way.’ Your excused his actions as an exchange of formal greeting and grasped onto his hand with the same about of force. ‘Nice to meet you Hobie, I’m y/n.’

‘I know’ is what Hobie desperately wanted to say but kept it all contained under a strained smile.

[apoemaday]

The Second Coming

by W.B. Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand; A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

[danmei-confessions]

I think we should talk about Wu Zetian, China’s only female emperor, who historically has been regarded as a horrible and brutal leader.

She was born a commoner, became a concubine to one emperor, married his son and then took the role of emperor for herself when he died. She was politically adept, highly ambitious and extraordinarily intelligent.

History has accused her of smothering her newly born daughter and blaming a rival for her death. She had that rivals hands and feet cut off and then had her thrown into a vat of wine in which she was left to drown. She gouged out another rivals eyes and had acid poured down her throat. She wiped out 12 entire branches of a clan. She poisoned her mother. Just how accurate these things are is up for debate, but while these things might not all be true, she certainly did have several family members killed. And she did deal with her rivals and her detractors ruthlessly. Yet none of these things would have attracted criticism if she had been a man. She was no more scandalous than any other ruler during that time period.

But! Her rule was peaceful and prosperous. She avoided wars and welcomed ambassadors from as far away as the Byzantine empire. She changed laws so common people could be chosen for roles in government for their abilities rather than their name or status. She acknowledged and acted on criticisms from her retainers. She built watchtowers along the Silk Road so merchants wouldn’t be harrowed by bandits. Her reign saw women given more freedom(the ability to divorce, hold government positions, travel, hunt and ride horses, to be recognized by scholars).

She supported Buddhism and helped the religion spread and grow through commissioning temples, monasteries, and even a statue of the Buddha said to be carved in her own likeness. In the eyes of the common people, she likely would have been an incredibly popular ruler.

She remains a controversial figure primarily because of stories about her personal actions against her rivals by male Confucian officials who were prejudiced against strong and ambitious women and while they undoubtedly exaggerated aspects of Wu’s life, there is still substantial verifiable evidence of her ruthlessness.

We should also be aware that although she allegedly held her power through murder and merciless, according to Confucian philosophy, ‘while an emperor should not be condemned for acts that would be crimes in a subject, he should be judged harshly for allowing the state to fall into anarchy’ and viewed under this lens, Wu did effectively fulfill her duties as a ruler.

So we have a leader of ancient china who had two faces, one who committed acts of vile cruelty against her family and rivals and one who gave her citizens peace and prosperity.

Through a modern lens she can be viewed as an evil woman who rose from humble beginnings and coldly and calculatingly murdered her way into arguably the most powerful position in the world. A rich woman who threw crumbs to her peasant people while she lived luxuriously. She is a deadly woman, a black widow, an evil stepmother, a kinslayer. But according to historians, “without Wu there would have been no long enduring Tang dynasty and perhaps no lasting unity of China.”

The comparison to a modern mr beast obviously doesn’t hold water, but we can certainly analyze jgy to a more comparable historical figure and argue more accurately in a historical context if jgy was a good leader as the de facto emperor as the cultivation worlds Xiāndū.

It’s easy to see the comparisons between Wu and jgy, both were undesirable and deemed unfit by society. But both were politically adept, highly ambitious and extraordinarily intelligent. Both had family members murdered, perhaps sharing between them filicide. Both had a clans murdered to a man. Both are thought to have had their faces carved on religious relics for their narcissistic pleasure. Both had watchtowers built as a defense for their people. And both were torn down by the men following after them, vilified and distorted. Both forever destined to be speculated upon and misunderstood. Both of their legacy’s destroyed by rumor and falsification. It would not surprise me in the slightest if mxtx didn’t draw on Wu at least a little bit in the creation of jgy. Both Wu and jgy are culpable for some pretty heinous stuff, that can’t be denied. But like Wu, jgy also has a second face.

Moral bias and character motivation aside, his efforts to build watchtowers, his patronage of religion in the building of Guanyin temple, his fight against political corruption, his years long peaceful reign, his charity, all these things lead to the conclusion that under the rule of Confucian, he more than aptly fulfilled his role as a leader for his citizens.

And if you really want to look at Jgys leadership through a modern lens, we really don’t have to look much further than Ingersoll. “If you want to find out what a man is to the bottom, give him power.”

And really that’s part of the tragedy of his character. Because of his background he excelled when he was in a role of leadership. He was good at it.

Whether or not jgy as a literary character is a good person, is subjective and should not be used to measure his role as an effective leader.

All of that being said, jgy is my bestfriend and I love him and would I die for him.

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[mogai-sunflowers]

anarchy lesboy flag!

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[90s-music-tourney]

Poll list for the 70s music tourney

Round 3:

September vs Disco Inferno

Ballroom Blitz vs Rapper's Delight

The Chain vs Roxanne

Bad Girls vs Barracuda

Hotel California vs Killer Queen

Don't Fear the Reaper vs Lola

Rasputin vs Gimme Gimme Gimme

Rocketman vs Dancing in the Moonlight

Superstition vs Ain't no Sunshine

Heart of Glass vs I will Survive

Hooked on a Feeling vs Born to Run

Jolene vs Le Freak

Previous round beneath the Cut

Round 2:

(They Long to be) close to you vs Gimme Gimme Gimme

Don't Fear the reaper vs Starman

Hold the Line vs Killer Queen

Psycho killer vs The Chain

Do it again vs Lola

Renegade vs Dancing in the moonlight

Bat out of hell vs Le Freak

Disco Inferno vs Big Yellow Taxi

Have you ever seen the rain vs Hotel California

Heart of Glass vs YMCA

Ring my bell vs Roxanne

London Calling vs Bad Girls

Ain't No Sunshine vs Stayin Alive

Rasputin vs Sultans of the Swing

Barracuda vs Country roads

Hooked on a feeling vs Our House

The wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald vs Rapper's Delight

Black Betty vs Rocket Man

Roundabout vs Ballroom Blitz

Funkytown vs I will survive

Mr.Blue Sky vs Born to Run

September vs Piano Man

Jolene vs Dream On

Superstition vs Freebird

Round 1:

Piano Man vs Imagine

Killer Queen vs Boys don't Cry

Gimme Gimme Gimme vs Let's get it on

I Will Survive vs Carry on Wayward Son

The Chain vs Blinded by the Light

Starman vs Let it Be

Rasputin vs Stairway to Heaven

American Pie vs Take Me Home County Roads

Renegade vs Me and Bobby Mcgee

Jolene vs Brandy (you're a fine girl)

September vs The Devil Went Down to Georgia

Hotel California vs Baba O'Riley

Ballroom Blitz vs The Boys are Back in Town

Don't Fear the Reaper vs Midnight Train to Georgia

Mr. Blue Sky vs The Logical Song

Stayin Alive vs Horse with no Name

Psycho Killer vs Blitzkrieg Bop

Rocket Man vs Smoke on the Water

Heart of Glass vs Another Brick in the Wall, Part 2

T. N. T. vs Black Betty

Southern Nights vs Le Freak

It's too late vs Disco Inferno

YMCA vs All Right Now

Big Yellow Taxi vs Live and Let Die

Freebird vs Detroit Rock City

Bad Girls vs Video Killed the Radio Star

I'll be there vs Ring my Bell

Rapper's Delight vs My Little Town

Dream On vs The Joker

Sultans of the Swing vs American Girl

We are Family vs Barracuda

Dancing in the moonlight vs Wheel in the sky

Escape (Pina Colada Song) vs Have you ever seen the rain

Born to Run vs Iron Man

Papa was a rolling stone vs London Calling

Hooked on a feeling vs Joy to the World

My Sharona vs Superstition

Roundabout vs Stuck in the Middle with you

LA Woman vs Roxanne

(They Long to be) Close to You vs Fire and Rain

Funky Town vs Heart of Gold

Time in a Bottle vs Our House

Ain't No Sunshine vs Anarchy in the UK

Do it again vs Just What I Needed

The wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald vs Cats in the Cradle

Your Mama Won't Like Me vs Bat out of Hell

Hold the Line vs Crackling Rosie

Lola vs Heartbreaker

Bonus Rounds:

All Along the Watch Tower vs More than a Feeling

8 other songs by featured artists

60s practice round

[bi-luminescentdragon]

Born in Anarchy (Book 1: Chapter 1)

CHAPTER 1: 

Dust fell from the ceiling as Iris lay in her bed during Anarchy. Her one bedroom apartment was located on what the humans in the city of Prathem called Fifth Street. To the world of supernaturals, however, it was known as Combat Alley. Being located at the beginning of the street kept Iris from being subjected to the fighting outside for the most part. The building received damage from time to time but the violence never made it inside. On normal days she would not even be home at this hour but for some reason she had taken a nap when she got home from work and slept till dusk. She had woken up and spotted the sun and moon both peeking over the buildings in the distance. It was too dangerous to go out now. 

Anarchy was the time of day when the sun and moon shared the sky. It was an hour-long event in the evenings that allowed for vampires and immortals to kill or hurt each other without legal consequences. It was the Elders’ way of preventing civil war among the opposing species. However, the only place this could happen was on Combat Alley. Every city or territory had their own location for Anarchy.

Iris groaned as more dust fell on her. She coughed and sat up in her bed. She tossed her blanket to the side and looked around her room. It was boring, to put it nicely. It was quite literally just somewhere for her to sleep at this point. A small two-drawer dresser sat across the room from her against one of the white walls. She rose to her feet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a grey v-neck shirt. Once Anarchy was over, she was going to the bar.

Iris headed out of her room and across the hall to the small bathroom, the wooden floor creaking beneath her feet. She looked in the mirror above the bathroom sink. She looked rough. Her shoulder length, almond colored hair was matted and knotted in multiple directions. Dark circles hung below her green eyes, standing out against her porcelain skin. The swirl of gold in her eyes was a reminder of what she was, no matter how desperately she tried to live a human life. Unfortunately, it was impossible for an immortal to live a human life. Sucking the life energy out of someone is frowned upon in human society, apparently. 

“At least I don’t drink blood.” Iris muttered under her breath. She brushed her hair and pulled it back in a tight braid. She heard knocking on her apartment door and she tensed. She never had visitors, especially not during Anarchy. She left the bathroom and moved across her apartment  as the knocking persisted and grew more frantic. It might be someone trying to find sanctuary during Anarchy, she thought. They can move on to someone else’s apartment. She heard the door handle jingling and she tensed again. The door was locked and the deadbolt was in place but she did not trust it. She grabbed her knife off her nightstand and eased across the room to the coat closet. She slid inside and closed herself in. As soon as she settled behind the hanging clothes, a banging sounded on the apartment door and it burst open. 

“I know she’s in here. I saw her come in here earlier and watched to see if she’d leave.” said a gruff male voice. 

“Are you sure?” said another deep male voice. 

“Man, I’m positive. She must be hiding somewhere in here. She wouldn’t be dumb enough to slip out the window during Anarchy. You take that side and I’ll take this one. We’ll sniff her out.” The first man said. 

“I still don’t get why we’re going after her.” The second man said. 

“I told you: the boss said she’s important or some shit. I don’t know, but if you wanna keep him happy, we gotta find her and bring her in.”

Iris felt her heart racing in her ears and she swallowed hard. She gripped her knife in her hand tightly, readying herself to attack if the door opened. She heard footsteps through the apartment and held her breath as they stopped near the closet. The door handle twisted and light flooded inside. A deep chuckle sounded and when her eyes adjusted, Iris saw a big burly man with brown eyes standing in the doorway. His eyes were accented by a gold swirl that matched her own. She was hit with a wave of confusion but did not hesitate in dashing out of the closet, slipping under his swinging arms. The man cursed under his breath and followed after her, a knife of his own in his hand. Iris was not much of a fighter but she adapted quickly and she was proud to admit that her one strength was her speed. She dashed out of the apartment and tore down the stairs. Going out onto the street would be severely dangerous but she was betting on her speed to see her through. Hopefully she would survive to see the sun again.

…

Enzo was not happy to be dragged down to Combat Alley by his brothers. The two older men were twins with jet black hair and eyes to match. The red swirl in their eyes proved they were more than just vampires; they were bloodthirsty. Anarchy during the previous night had proved to be a challenge for the skilled fighters and had ended up with their friend’s death. They had not given Enzo very many details but the gist of it was that an immortal had killed their friend and they were going to get revenge. The men were skilled but even the toughest fighters did not stand a chance during Anarchy if they were outnumbered. Enzo merely agreed to come to give the illusion that they had more numbers. He had no intention of actually fighting but not because he was incapable. All three of them had been trained relentlessly from the time they were old enough to hold a knife. Perks of being part of the royal family, he supposed. 

“Yo, Enz, you got our backs, right?” Donovan asked, glancing back at Enzo as they walked along the dark path through the woods that led to Combat Alley.

“Sure.” Enzo replied. 

“That doesn’t sound very promising.” Acacius muttered. 

Donovan spun on his heel and stopped in front of Enzo, towering over him. The twins were a few years older than him but they were superior in strength and size too. However, Enzo was not intimidated by them. He stopped and arched a brow as Donovan huffed. “Don’t chicken out on us, Enzo.”

“I won’t.” He said firmly. He waited while Donovan scrutinized him. He huffed again and continued along the trail. Enzo rolled his eyes and followed after. He was not a coward, he just detested violence.

The sun and moon were already in the sky together and the sounds of chaos were already drifting their way. Anarchy was in full swing and a pit formed in Enzo’s stomach. He was not typically afraid, at least, not of dying. Their training prepared them for a life of battles. Death was just another obstacle to overcome in their eyes. However, where their training had turned Donovan and Acacius into reckless assholes, it had turned Enzo into a warrior with a conscience. He could not stand the idea of taking a life, especially for the fun of it. Acacius and Donovan were heartless and the thrill of the kill was what drove them to Anarchy several times a week. As much as he hated to come with them, it would have been viewed as a betrayal for Enzo to not come when they had requested it. Betraying one’s kind, one’s family, was a serious offense and would secure a one way ticket to execution. Enzo was not interested in that, either. He was not afraid of an honorable death but he feared the opposite.

As they grew closer to Combat Alley, Acacius scanned the street from the cover of the woods. “That dickhead always hangs out by the alley between the bar and the pharmacy.” Donovan said. “We should be able to scope him out from here. Once we spot him, we’ll sneak in through the back of the building and take him out before he knows what hit him.” 

“I want him to know what hit him.” Acacius muttered. 

“No, this needs to be cut and dry. No mess ups. The longer he stays alive, the more chances of mess ups there will be.” Donovan ordered. “Follow my lead.” 

Acacius grumbled but nodded. He peered through the trees. A few moments passed. “Found him.” 

Donovan followed Acacius’ gaze. He grinned, his sharp fangs glinting in the eerie light that the sun and moon provided. “Let’s go.” Donovan said. He took off out of the woods and Acacius followed quickly after. Enzo groaned and darted out of the woods. He kept his hand on his knife that hung off his belt but made no effort to unsheathe it. 

The alley that Donovan had indicated was at the beginning of Combat Alley. It stood across the street from a grocery store. The bar was perpendicular to an older apartment complex that they had to run by to reach the alley. Enzo was several yards behind Donovan and Acacius when he passed the building-- his plan was to lag behind and allow time for the other two to strike without him. Just as he was coming up to the last window of the apartment building, a loud shattering sounded and a body came flying out of the window. The person rolled to the ground, grunting. Enzo stopped, eyes wide as he took in the sight of the person. 

A young woman, possibly close to his age, looked up at him. She had golden brown hair, almost the color of almonds. Her skin was fair, despite the blood now covering it. When her eyes locked on him, he tensed. Her green eyes had swirls of gold that marked her as the enemy. Her eyes were wild with fear and she breathed heavily but she did not appear to be afraid of him. She glanced back at the window when the sound of yelling came from inside. She got to her feet quickly just as two burly men came barreling out of the window. “Shit!” She yelled and took off running away. The men did not seem to notice Enzo as they chased after her. His brows furrowed when he noticed the gold in their eyes. Why would immortals be chasing after their own kind? 

More curious than concerned, Enzo took off in the direction the woman had taken. With him blocking the way out of Combat Alley, she had been forced to go toward the bar and pharmacy. One of the men followed her directly while the other went around the bar to head her off. Enzo followed in the shadows, careful not to make himself known. When he arrived at the back of the pharmacy, he noticed it was a dead end and the first man had the woman cornered. She was frantically trying to get away by scaling the side of the brick building but the blood covering her hands proved to be a problem. Enzo noticed the woman stumble and spotted a large cut down her arm. She was suffering from blood loss. She turned her back on the wall to face the men as they moved in on her. She held a knife up in a shaky hand. “Wh-what do you want with me?” She asked angrily. 

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, doll baby.” One of the men said as he spit on the ground. “Just come with us and find out.”

“Dude, she’s bleeding out.” The other man said. 

“Yeah, I know. We can’t let her die. Boss said he needs her alive. Let’s grab her and go or he’ll have us killed.” 

“Why?” The woman demanded, trying to stand her ground. She swiped her knife and caught the first man’s arm as he tried to grab her. He cursed and surged forward. 

Unsure why he was doing it, Enzo bounded forward. He tackled the first man and then rolled to his feet. He spun a leg out and tripped the man who had been cut. He pulled out his knife and stabbed the first man in the chest. The second man was taken care of shortly after. Just as Enzo turned toward the woman, he heard yelling and screaming coming from the alley his brothers had gone down. He turned to run that way when he noticed the woman stumbling. Her eyes grew heavy and she began to fall forward. “Shit.” He whispered. He surged forward and caught her before she could fall. With a quick glance back at the alley, Enzo made the snap decision to abandon his brothers and to betray his own kind. He scooped the woman into his arms and took off back into the woods. 

[dragonlillywriting]

Born in Anarchy (synopsis)

Vampires and Immortals have been rivals for centuries. Both have immortal lives but live them in vastly different ways. Vampires, dwellers of the night, live off the blood of humans. Immortals, rulers of the light, live off the life energy of humans. The two species have the power to live in harmony, feeding from the same food source, but the leaders of these rival tribes have been at odds with each other for the better part of a thousand years. There are laws in place that prevent the two species from mingling but those laws are about to be put to the test.

Iris, an Immortal who lost her parents as a youngling, was forced to grow up on her own. Living in a run down apartment on a street known as Combat Alley, she was forced to hide inside during Anarchy, a time when the sun and moon were in the sky simultaneously. It was the most dangerous time of the day, when vampires and immortals would fight to the death and there were no consequences. Being out during Anarchy on Combat Alley was a death sentence, especially for someone so young and inexperienced. However, one night the fighting made its way into her apartment and she had no choice but to flee. Will she survive the hour?

Enzo, a Vampire who was the youngest member of the royal family, found himself being dragged out to Combat Alley during Anarchy by his older brothers. The two older vampires were angered and wanted revenge on an Immortal who had killed their friend. Being the youngest, he had no choice but to follow his brothers, and being part of the royal family meant he was highly trained in combat. He was a borderline pacifist and had no desire to fight anyone. Will that change when he sees a young woman cornered and about to be killed by… Her own kind? 

When two worlds meet and an unlikely friendship forms, will these two be able to set aside their differences and help end a thousand year old war? Or will their tribes tear them apart and punish them for treason?

Book 1: Chapter 1 Book 1: Chapter 2

[lovewireds]

been meaning to post my designs for these little guys forever. insane splatoon rambling under cut to explain design choices and lore related things ... read my autism boy

btw this is a repost from our art side blog this was written and drawn like months ago <- minorly rewrote some things tho

thx splatoon users drfreeman & drcoolatta for fueling my splatvrai autism brainrot ... i hate u /J

GORDON

idk how to explain this but Theoretical Physicist is inkling coded . maybe its cuz splatoon species social hierarchy

Native ink color is Orange, but he has Dark Brown tentacle roots.

Uses custom weapons to attach in place of his prosthetic; It works best with Splatlings but can be adjusted to attach other weapons.

If the thing above didn't make it obvious, he's a Splatling main. He switches out depending on his mood though.

sighhhhh technically an Agent... stares at the ceiling...Main character...

His arm loss is like pretty much the same as in-canon but it's with the octarian army shrugs. don't ask me why he doesn't just regenerate it cuz hes a squid thats for me to know and you to find out. (get partially sanitized loser)

Born & Raised in Inkopolis pre-splashtags; He wasn't informed of the switch to Splashtags being expected when participating in most activities around Inkadia.

TOMMY

I forgot why i made him an inkling why did i do that. I think it was bc i didnt wanna make them all octolings but i was wrong srry we all make mistakes /hj I ALREADY REDREW HIM ONCE IM NTO DOING IT AGAINNN

Native ink color is orange-brown.

His hat has an eye guard for sensory reasons; He covers up as much of his skin as possible because he doesn't like the feeling of foreign ink on him.

He isn't a specific weapon main, he just uses any long-range weapon to minimize the possibility of getting ink on himself. If he has enough guarding, he prefers to use N-ZAP '89.

Makes his own gear for sensory reasons as well :) It's legal when ur dad's the G-Man.

Exclusively plays in Turf Wars, Anarchy Battles, etc with friends. He hates playing with people he doesn't know.

Born in Splatsville !! He feels like a Splatsville resident. His occupation is resident I cannot imagine him doing Anything

His dad is that creepy curtain in one of flounder heights windows /j

BENR(E)Y

Octoling bc I wanted him to be sanitized :) Other than the visual part of being sanitized, I thought him being clinically dead fits /hj also lore reasons below

Pre-sanitization, his native ink color was blue.

Great Turf War veteran; He didn't do anything in the war itself, he was just enlisted lol. He was primarily security for the Octarian Domes in the years after the war. Yes, that also means he is over 100 years old.

"Raised" (debatably) in Octo Canyon.

E-liter main (4-star Base + 5-star Scope) and avid squidbagger. He also uses any heavyweight weapons (dynamo, tenta, etc)

Absolutely hates working at Grizzco, he only does Turf Wars and Anarchy Battles. He only works at Grizzco during Big Runs. The type of guy that does X battles.

Professional Anarchy / Ranked / X Battler btw. That's literally 90% of what he does.

Got on Gordon's azz over him not having a Splashtag; i wonder what that parallels.

BUBBY

Genuinely don't have a lot to say about his design. He gives off Splatoon 2 Octoling vibes (showoff /hj) also i wanted to make his hair wispy like it should be.

Native ink color is a light blue-gray gradient.

The drawing doesn't give it credit but I swear those are glasses not goggles .. they're opaque-colored slanted oval glasses !! ^_^ u can interpret them as spiked or just eyelashes, both are right.

oh also the text under bubby says "Is Best" in some splatoon font we downloaded awhile ago . i think it was ripped from splatnet

Blaster main. I don't know how to explain this one but it feels right.

helps with the practical Map props (ie ink rails) and with some weapon gear manufacturing ^_^ tech guy

COOMER

Was going to make him an Octoling for the convenience of making his hair curly but i didn't want to make all of them octolings + i think his personality generally fits Inklings more.

Native ink color is an off white gradient.

Slosher main cuz he likes moving his arms. this makes sense to me. Also is a fan of Splatlings and other Shooters.

i felt ill trying to design coomer without making his eyes two lines with eyelids

War Veteran...Stole some octarian tech and got fucked up super limbs. Cyber Inkling stealing from octos !! [inkadia crowd goes wild] /j

anyways outside of the war™ he's a data researcher. just generally. he does shit with splatfests and eggstra work.

If you splashed him with ink he would stand unmoving. He would not shake it off.

DARNOLD

Ok i'll be honest the Octoling choice is primarily bc Octolings have the afro style & inklings have no textured hair styles (i didnt have the energy to design smth that could work) . His personality fits octoling too though :3

Native ink color is red-orange.

The fucked up guy that makes those drink effects people never use ( i use them ... )

He doesn't participate in Turf Wars or Anarchy Battles, but he works some gigs at Grizzco for extra cash every once in awhile !

the type of guy that goes after flyfish cuz no one else will . god bles !!!

not a lot to say about his design & his place in inkadia , it kinda speak for itself . he just wants to get by and make his drinks in peace . #autism ... he is pretty much exactly the same as his canon self

[rebelwrites]

IM HERE FOR THE FLASH FIC!!

I’ve been craving some Jax Teller. I need something tender and sweet, but in character. Something to make me feel safe and wanted, but not simply desired. Idc what you write or how you do it because I know it’s going to be 👌

You Aren’t Meant To Be Back Until Christmas Eve

Jax Teller x Reader

This is a flash fic so it hasn’t been edited. It’s also good to be back writing again 🥺

It was the week leading up to Christmas and to say you were rushed off your feet was a complete understatement. This was your favorite time of year, even though your stress levels were through the roof, you practically lived off coffee and energy drinks and hardly saw your boyfriend Jax. You knew he understood why you were so absent in the run up to the festive season, the small bakery had queues running down the street from mid October.

Leaning against the stainless steel counter, you took a deep breath looking at the stack of cookie trays that were cooling waiting to be iced ready for the morning rush. Your body ached to where all you wanted to do was sink into a scalding hot bath, not moving until the hot water eased your aching muscles.

The sound of your phone echoing around the industrial supplied kitchen pulled you from any thoughts, you knew it would be Jax, it always was this time of night. No matter what time you were working he would always drop you a call to see how you were getting on, even when he was on runs with the club he would always make a point of calling you. Brushing the flour on the front of your jeans you grabbed your phone, quickly answering the call before pressing the device against your ear.

“Is it a late one again Darlin’?” Your boyfriend hummed, you could hear the tiredness hanging from his words, this last run for the club must have taken more of a toll on him this time.

“I think I’m still gonna be here come opening,” you sighed, letting your gaze fall to the countertop. “Don’t get me wrong I love Christmas and the bakery but I just want to spend time with you.”

“The money is nice as well,” he chuckled, causing the corners of your lips to tug into a small smile. You knew how much the bakery meant to not only Jax but the club too. This was one of the first legitimate businesses that was set up, Jax surprised you one day by showing the vacant lot and the new sign he had designed, from that day the “From Anarchy, With Love” bakery was born.

“How was the run?” You asked, pulling the phone away from you ear, putting in on speaker so you could be free to move around the kitchen.

“Long as fuck,” he groaned, you knew he would be running he hand across his face as he spoke. “I am so fuckin’ done with the muling, it is just getting more risky with each run,” he mumbled, with each word he spoke you could hear the pain in his voice.

Before he could carry on the sound of someone pounding at the front door gained my full attention. “Hold on baby, I swear someone is trying to put their fist through the front door of the bakery,” you huffed in annoyance. It was probably one customer trying their luck to see if they could get their order early. But that didn’t stop you from reaching into the cupboard by the doorway of the kitchen, grabbing my hand gun, flicking the safety off before tucking it into the bank of my jeans. One thing was for sure when it came to being Teller’s old lady, you was never without protection, whether this was in the form of a 9mm, a member of the club or Jax.

As you moved through the building, the knocking got louder and more persistent. “Bloody hell, don’t punch my door in, it never hurt you,” you scoffed, fishing the keys out of the pocket of Jax’s hoodie.

You felt myself fumbling with all the locks, once again thanks to Jax being over protective, soon enough the door was finally unlocked and the moment you pulled the heavy wooden door you dropped the set of keys on the floor as you saw your boyfriend leaving against the brick entrance.

“Hey Darlin’,” he hummed, quickly closing the gap between the two of you, engulfing you into his arms. The feeling of his muscular arms wrapping around your body caused all the stress to dissolve. “Fuck, I missed you,” he whispered against your hair, guiding you further into the shop before kicking the door closed with his foot.

“You aren’t meant to be back until Christmas eve,” you breathed, pulling back slightly so you could take in the look of your tired man. Somehow you freed one of your arms, allowing you to reach up brushing your fingers against his cheek. “Not that I am complaining nevertheless, what happened Jaxy?”

The fact you were greeted with a moment of silence told you everything, you knew things were rocky with Clay, no one knew the toll that everything was taking on the blond nuzzling his face into your shoulder. He wouldn’t let the outside world see him like this, but with you he felt he could let the walls come crumbling down, allowing him to process all the emotions he was feeling, and he knew his feelings would be taken seriously.

“Clay is going off on one again, his hands are getting worse and he has gone behind all of our back and the club is now in a deep hole with the cartel,” he had a wobble in his tone as he spoke, he was angry about the whole situation and I couldn’t blame him, I would be to. “I just needed my girl.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest at his words, to the world he was the vice president of a violent club but behind closed doors he was just a puppy wanting love.

“I know you need to work so I can’t take you to the Christmas market I know you want to go to but I have brought take out,” he hummed, holding up the plastic carrier bag you had completely missed when he first came into the bakery, “and I thought we could spend the night icing them amazing cookie, like we did when we were getting this place ready for the opening.”

Tears threatened to spill over your lash line, you had never been with someone who would abandon everything just because they wanted to spend time with you, even if that meant that they would be working till the sun came up.

“You know I want the cookies to be edible and sellable right?” You smirked, cocking your brow at him.

“Shut up and get your ass in that kitchen, Darlin’”

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