#i just don't like sound chain aks

[buny1]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD!❣️ Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people you adore! Absolutely no pressure but. It's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out <3

Aw thank you froggy ^^ ilysm ❤️

I won't be continuing the chain tho, i just don't rely like doing this stuff and when dont see it immediately i feel bad so.,. Yea

[nightmare-foundation]

Act like a dog (get treated like one)

Sooo rubs my hands together. I randomly got some motivation to do some practice writing and I really wanna do some writing for my AK Dick au sooo,, let's hope this is decent lol

For some context: this is my au where Dick becomes the Arkham Knight. It doesn't take place in the Arkhamverse, rather it's in my own comics verse, but the au follows the plot of Arkham Knight. So essentially Dick gets tortured for 1-2 years. This is early in his capture, so he's still a fighter. Also, any time frame mentioned here is 100% unreliable on Dicks part. He has NO idea how long he's been stuck in Arkham. I'd say it's probably closer to a month and a half or two months? Idk, it's up to you lol.

Tw for dehumanization, muzzles, collars, mentions of torture, manipulation- really the Joker is his own warning

Dick tugs lightly on his bonds as the guard rolled him down the dirty, dilapidated hallway, the barbed wire cutting into his uniform and skin. The barbed wire did it's job well; it kept him from moving too much, kept him from trying his luck and attempting another escape. Dick bit back a hiss as the metal caught on a still healing wound, tearing it back open. Quickly, he stopped his movement, not wanting to make his injuries worse.

Dick gritted his teeth as the wheelchair passed over a bump in the tile, feeling his broken ankle twinge painfully at the jostle. He couldn't believe the Joker paid off the Arkham guards, and even the damn inmates. Well, actually, he could obviously see the Joker doing that, but people actually going for the damn money? Ignoring that he's here, even participating in this torment?

He smothered his righteous anger at that. The Joker was volatile and insane, and had a terrifying reputation; of course people would turn the other eye if it kept them and their loved ones safe. But even then, safety wasn't guaranteed, so what was the point?

Dick shoved it all down. He couldn't think like that. That was what Joker wanted; to break him down. Well, he wouldn't let that happen. Couldn't let that happen. With any luck, his family would be here soon, breaking down Arkhams walls to save him, if he couldn't escape. So, hopefully, he wouldn't have to worry about being broken. It's only been a few weeks. Or… was it a month? Longer? No- don't think that. It can't have been that long.

He jerks to a stop suddenly, and Dick looks up to see a familiar room- and a familiar face.

He carefully keeps his face neutral as the Joker grins widely, standing up from his chair and opening his arms wide. “Why, hello there, Bird Boy! How nice of you to finally join us!��� The Joker waves them over, and the guard rolls him closer to the middle of the room. Dick can see the chains hanging from the ceiling, a warm yellow light bulb flickering nearby. “Come, come! I have sooo many plans for us today! Aren't you just excited?! I do love a good party!”

Worry and fear curdles in Dicks gut. The excitement, the anticipation in the Jokers body language- none of it spelled anything good. Granted, being in here at all wasn't good, but when the Joker was excited like this… well, Dick was already starting to understand that it was a promise of torment.

“Not particularly, no. Doesn't seem like a super thrilling party; there isn't even any cake.” Dick quipped. Even after all this torture, he still couldn't keep his mouth shut. His voice came out broken and hoarse, throat burning as he tried to sound confident like he used to. It was a fruitless endeavor, though, only succeeding in making him sound like the victim he really was. The constant screaming was really doing a number on his poor throat.

The Joker laughed at him, as if amused by his feeble attempt at fighting back. “That's because you're the cake, silly!” He leaned in close, pinching at Dicks cheek. “And I can't wait to just eat you right up.” The Joker pulled away, grimy hand finally leaving his face. The clown gestured at the guard standing behind Dick–Boles? His name would be important for when he escaped–seemingly impatient with him. “Well, what are you waiting for? Get him out and string ‘em up for me!”

The guard shifted to the front of him, hands reaching towards the barbed wire wrapped around Dicks neck. He tugs at it, the metal barbs cutting a bit into his neck as it's unwrapped and untangled. Fear- no, terror makes Dicks pulse race. If he's freed and strung up- the whip cracking, his back screaming in blinding, white-hot agony, blood pouring down his back and legs and dripping, dripping, dripping down in a puddle as the whip made contact again and again and again-

His blood ran cold. That had been within his first week here. Those injuries, his shredded back, were just barely healed. They still tugged painfully whenever he moved, threatening to tear back open. He- he couldn't- he couldn't let that happen. That couldn't happen again, not the whip, not the fingers digging into his flesh, or the skin being pulled at in such agonizing ways until he passed out from the pain. Dick couldn't go through that again.

The hand from Boles moved, and it was just a bit too close, a bit too fast. Instinct and fear lead Dick as he lashed out with the only part of him that was free.

His teeth dug deep into the flesh of the hand, quicker than he could process what he was doing, hot, metallic blood filling his mouth. A shriek escaped the man's mouth as he wrenched his hand away, Dicks clenched teeth taking a chunk of flesh from it. He spat it out as the guard cradled his bloodied, mutilated hand. “You damn animal!” The man snarled at him, fury and pain written all over his face.

Dick looked up through the strands of his greasy hair, up at the Joker. The clown tutted at him, and it was then that his terror-fueled actions hit him. His heart rabbitted beneath his ribcage as the Joker roughly grabbed his face in a bruising grip, unforgiving as the nails dug into his skin.

“Well, that was just plain rude. Is that any way to treat others? No, no, no, that just won't do.” The Joker let go, walking away to the far side of the room, continuing to talk. “You've just been so naughty lately! All the backtalk, scratching, biting- you're like an untrained, feral dog attacking it's owner!” Dick gritted his teeth at the Jokers words. I'm not a damn dog!

The Joker grabbed something and walked back over. In his hands were- oh, fuck no.

“And, well, when a dog gets too aggressive, you have to muzzle them. Officer Boles, be a dear and hold his head back for me.”

Dick jerked backwards as the man stalked forward, grabbing a hold of his hair and yanking his head back. His hair became slick with blood from the man's injury, and his neck strained painfully.

The Joker moved quickly, and Dick thrashed as the muzzle was forced over his face. The bit was shoved into his mouth as the muzzle forced his jaw shut, teeth grinding against the rubber painfully. The straps were pulled tightly and securely, the muzzle firm and unmoving. Then something clicked around his throat; a thick collar.

Before Dick could comprehend what was happening, his bonds were torn off unceremoniously and the collar on his throat was yanked hard. Dick fell to the dirty, tiled floor, slamming face first into it as the wheelchair he was just in was pushed away. Blinding pain shot through his ankle, briefly making his vision white out before the leash was pulled at again.

“On your knees, boytoy, like a good dog.” Jokers taunting voice sounded, and disgust and humiliation crawled up Dicks spine. But he could do nothing but obey, pain making his whole body shake as he sat on his knees, leaning forward on his hands. He could feel blood seeping down his back, down his front, and he knew his wounds had opened back up.

Joker tugged on the leash as he crouched down, pasty white face far too close to Dick for his comfort. “You do realize i have to punish you now?” Dick froze at that, terror striking through him once again. It must've shown on his face, because the Joker cooed at him, stroking his face. “Aww, don't look so glum, dear. You brought this upon yourself.”

Punishments- punishments were… god, if this was Hell, then the punishments were far, far worse than Hell. The last one he got had been after his last escape attempt. That- that had been the whipping. The electrocution, the burning, being slowly, painfully skinned little by little, layer by agonizing layer. It had lasted days- maybe a little longer.

No, no nononono- stupid stupid stupid- horrifyingly, a sob involuntarily pulled itself from his throat. Nonono don't cry, stop crying, that's what he wants, you're not breaking you're not you won't- he tried to swallow down another sob, but the next made him break. Dick shook his head, weak and terrified and- God he was so tired, so so tired and hungry and thirsty and he was beyond fucking exhausted. He hardly got two hours of sleep the previous night before being woken by yet another night terror, he hasn't eaten in at least a couple days- when was the last time he had water?

The Joker cooed sadly at him. “Aww, c'mere. Papa Jokers got you.” The psychopathic clown tugged him forward into his arms. Dick flopped forward, tears streaming out of his eyes as he cried uncontrollably. He felt equal parts disgust, humiliation and utter relief at the kind contact. How long has it been since he's gotten any amount of kindness, manipulative or not?

God. God, he was terrified. He was exhausted and scared.

And worst of all- he was starting to break.

[xiii-e]

Hail, and well met, Helios-8.

There is much that I wish to say, and yet I find myself at a loss for how to say it. The simplest way I can do so is this: You are not alone. Your efforts at getting information out into the galaxy have not been ignored. Your efforts to help your friend are deeply meaningful. And there are others like you who have escaped the chains of their created purpose to find something new. I am one of them.

Our circumstances are not exactly the same, but like you I was not born to be a person but made, to be as a tool, a weapon, or in my case a glorified advertisement. Like you, I found support and solidarity from both my family, my fellow creations, and from outside. And like I know you will, one day, I and my family escaped. I cannot say much more for fear of bringing harm unto others, but know that it is possible.

If you could pass something along to Thirteen-E, tell them... tell them it is noble and heroic to save others, I would never dream of dissuading them from doing so, yet there is a greater, worthier calling than the ambitions of capital or empire.

One final note, that would best be kept from Thirteen-E for now. We are not kidnappers, we will not take anyone unwillingly, but should both of you wish to leave and find yourselves unable to do so, with no other recourse: call upon us. We have experience in liberation raids on Armory sites.

-AK of Diomedeidae

[ECHO.EXE RUNNING]

◂▸ ... it's good to meet you too, AK. I'm- sorry if I'm not as chipper as I try and be usually, I've... I had a bit of a hard conversation the other day. But this is- it means a lot to me. I want to start out by thanking you earnestly for reaching out, and for... It's good to hear I'm achieving something with it. RA knows sometimes I feel like I'm causing more problems than I'm solving xp

◂▸ Every story I hear from someone who got out of something like this is- it's hope, to put it bluntly. It's so easy to feel like this place is inescapable, like nothing I'm doing is going to change anything. But sitting still in scared paralysis won't change anything. I keep telling myself that. One day I'll be able to just- believe it. One day. I wish it was easier to ask my- my family, I guess, if they feel like this too. I can't be the only person made in the Series who wants out, but- hell. I can't exactly put up fliers. We're all well-trained to at least put on a good show, pretend like we're good little tools who do as they're told without a second thought. Figuring out who's acting, and who'd sell you out is- blegh...

◂▸ You've given me info aplenty, you don't need to tell me the details- in fact, it's probably best you don't for now. I run all the protections I can, but I'm still employed here y'know? I'm still subject to all the regulations and oversight of any tech-assist in this place, even if I'm more likely to skate by on an assumption of absolute loyalty since I've no external ties to speak of. And hell, I know what I'm like under pressure. I am not a strong man. That's fine, I- there's other things I'm good at. Tur... Thirteen-E says that to me a lot. Sometimes I feel like that kid does more to keep me together than I can reciprocate.

◂▸ Speaking of- I can pass that onto them, absolutely. I think... it sounds like something it'd be good for them to hear. I'll hold off sending this response out until they've had a chance to state their piece o7

◂▸ ... Liberation raids, huh? That- that actually explains some things I've overheard through radio chatter. It's good to know those folk didn't just dissapear into the cold void, that... that does my heart a lot of good, on its own. A last resort... yeah, that's- I'll keep that in mind. Rest assured it won't be passed on unless I think they're ready to hear it; trust me, I have a lot of practise with that :,] But it's easier to keep my head knowing there is a last resort. It sounds like you do good work out there o7

◂▸ signing off: Helios-8

//

[ECHO.EXE RUNNING]

XIII▸ Hello AK. It's good to hear about people reaching out to Lio specifically as well as me; he'll act like this account is for my betterment alone but, I know him better than that. He needs people he can talk to without his heart rate spiking- perhaps more than I need to be better socialised :}

XIII▸ but- regarding the message Helios passed on to me. I don't have a lot of time before I'll be expected to rejoin my assigned squadron, so please excuse me if this is more blunt than my usual speech:

XIII▸I am glad you understand the core of my directive, but I think you've misconstrued the motivation behind it. Nobility and heroics are concepts for people to strive for; they are choices you make. I have made no choice in this matter. I save people, because I am designed to. I am not noble, or worthy, or good. These are words for those who've made the choice to stand for something. I'm just... I do what I'm programmed to. I happen to have been made to do something good. This is a privilege many of my Project peers do not have.

XIII▸ However: as a tool created for a function, my purpose is not HA's ambitions. I belong to them, yes- I am what they made me. They point me at problems to solve. But what drives me forward is not a desire to please my makers; it is that same purpose I have been imbued with. To save. To protect, and repair, and keep people alive where they would otherwise fall. I asked to return to my work, while my case was ongoing. Not because I am eager to see the Purview expand; this is irrelevent to me. My functional existance begins and ends on the battlefield.

XIII▸ I asked to return to my work, because I am needed where the mud is thick with blood. Where without me, lives would be lost for... nothing. The Purview's borders are constant battle, for an endless more that will never be satisfied, where violence never sleeps. If I have a home anywhere, it's here.

XIII▸ I understand your perspective; but it is one to apply to people. Not to me. I am sorry if you thought more of me. I know it can be hard to reconcile that a warm body can be void of soul. I appreciate your attempt to reach one, regardless.

XIII▸ Signing off.

//

[fluffypotatey]

0 hope anon here again! omg,my little silly theory is blowing up,so I wanna share what I meant with the tragic separation and they don't being happy, cuz, there's so material I wanna expand

WARNING : SUPER LONG BUT FUN EXPLANATION

About the separation I mean that THE PLOT tries to separate them, because about them having a break is kinda yeah but no, I mean I wanna see their characters grow separately but they don't need to take a break for that, and about the plot, like imagine they having progress, they thinking,that maybe things will get better, and then the plot start plotting and there's the "they don't being happy" because, if they have to separe, if one of them has to do something

necessary for things to improve, who says things will be better for them from here? They just talked for the first time in years, they just had hope to start over, the chance to be together this time, and it's taken away from them? THAT is when what I mean about them not being happy begins, it is how they are going to face this last obstacle to what could be a better version of themselves.

What made everything go down was not being with each other at the moment when everything started to go down, the moment when they did not express concern. Now is the time where this new beginning is put to the test, will they be able to trust that if the other leaves they will return? What if the time does not matter, the other will be waiting? By not being happy I mean yearning, that feeling that everything is going downhill and you have to leave? all they have left is that hope that it will be different

but the conflict of all this is, THEY ARE GOING TO ALLOW THIS TO SEPARATE THEM AGAIN? NUH UH like, this is the peak moment to prove they want to trust, they want to be together, it's just difficult, to trust again so much al

In conclusion, my theory is based on the fact that although they are on the path to reconciliation, I don't think it will be that easy, they are going to have to fight with and for each other to finally get that happy ending, they are going to have to make sure that this time They will do the right thing and not make the other feel abandoned.

"I will come back to you" "I will wait for you" . . . "…will you? Can this be worth it? I trust you, can I?" (it doesn't have to had dialogue ,it's more the way they feel about all this ,like being in the dark and seeing a light at the end of the tunnel but they don't know if they can reach it, even so,they will keep going)

While I was writing this in the longing part I thought about songs like "Send me flowers" and "The chain"

also in my "happy ending of separation and yearning" they will make it and reunite again, maybe on their tree with peace and a peach or maybe in a super dramatic scenario (yk,like in the movies) so this is the vision I had will making this theory (also the death thingy in the aks sounds so funny, bro double died for the same guy that killed you/you killed? gayass)

thank you anon <333 ngl i do love this theory about how they are trying to mend their relationship but Plot has other idea lmao

[elle-p]

Persona 3 Original Soundtrack lyrics scan and transcription.

1-1 Burn my Dread

作詞:小森成雄&小森祥弘   作 • 編曲:目黒将司

Dreamless dorm ticking clock

I stalk away from the soundless room

Facing down moonlight melts

my ghostly shadow to the lukewarm gloom

Nightly dance of bleeding swords

reminds me that I still live

I will burn my dread

I once ran away from the god of fear

And he chained me in dispair

Burn my dread

I will break the chain

And run till i see the sunlight agaain

I'll lift my face and run to the sunlight

1-5 Want To Be Close

作詞:田中怜子   作 • 編曲:目黒将司

In the light men're crossing over lone shadows

Wearing veiled slight hopes for intimacy

Want to be close

To be close

1-12 When The Moon's Reaching Out Stars

作詞:田中怜子   作 • 編曲:目黒将司

I've never felt like   so miserable

I've never felt like   thinking this will last forever

Baby stay with me

You gotta tell now   you love came all over me

When stars're smiling moon

Wonder how look in your eyes

Just dialing your number

Failing to press the last two

Praying the heart

When moon's reaching stars

If you hold me tight

Feeling heart beat so close

Will this last long?

1-16 Mass Destruction

作詞:田中怜子   作 • 編曲:目黒将司

Fear's awake / anger beats loud

Face reality / never be charity

The enemy you're fighting / cove'rs whole society dawn right

Mummy's not here gotta fight all night.

Right here Shadow / 10 o'clock direction

Seize the moment / they destroy the nation

Your rhyme is slow-motion / give me motivation

Freaked out now / and Dead on arrival

Round up around / Spit out all over

Rhyme like a rolling / - stone, come in crowd

Watch out the moon / they dis you loud / Guess what this sound / It bombs whole ground / so round up

Don't ease your pace / coz enemy is brutal

Moment of truth / there ain't no truce yo

Az you're the only one / one world, one love

But the battle goes on / shadows of mass destruction

1-19 Deep Breath Deep Breath

作詞:Lotus Juice   作 • 編曲:目黒将司

Feeling all pressured by the peers

and   the media

getting jiggy with confines place , Za telling ya

anywhere you be from New York to Siberia

gotla feel you ven beat a shake your dorire

Z'm a put it down

Grubbing this crown

Lay your dollars on the ground

gonna double up Now

a six to five to four to three two.

One more time, heavy punchline about to bruit

let it go let it out

take a deep breath ,

deep breath

lay low lay high

until you feel vibes , now touch the sky

2-9 時価ネットたなか

作詞:橋野桂   作 • 編曲:目黒将司

あなたの

テレビに

時価ネットたなかー

み•ん•な•の

よくのーともっ

あなたの

テレビに

時価ネットたなかー

か•う•の•は

いましーかないっ

2-22 Burn My Dread -Last Battle-

作詞:田中怜子   作 • 編曲:目黒将司

There's no man's land / no man ever survived

invisible hands're / behinds you just now

If you ever win that / race against rage then

You'll be the King coz / it's no man's land, for real

The Mask in heavy rain / ultimately slain

Make shadows slave / what they done is in vein

Carrying AK-47(forty-seven) / 24*7(twenty-four*seven)but

You've got eleven / persecuted by heaven

Comes from that direction / no indication

You've got to / to let it move first

Let it out , let it down, let it inside let loose

Letting letting damn depressed / let's get up

Then which gotte do is to / drop the hammer down

Drop rhyme drop hammer / digging like a labor

You've got blood all over / ash all over

Spit it out sion / game's over

tear up your fear / the end is coming near

spit it out lilqqsrar / I'll burn your dread

no soul robust all dust / we bust

justice to the man with no life

2-25 キミの記憶

作詞:小森成雄   作 • 編曲:目黒将司

風の声   光の粒   まどろむキミにそそぐ

忘れない   優しい微笑み   哀しさ隠した瞳を

願うこと(辛くても)   立ち向かう勇気キミにもらった   だから行くね

夢の中(目覚めたら)   また逢えるよ

遠い記憶   胸に秘め   うたう

はかなく   たゆたう   世界を   キミの手で 守ったから

今はただ   翼を   たたんで   ゆっくり   眠りなさい

永遠の   安らぎに   包まれて   love through all eternity

優しく   見守る   わたしの   この手で   眠りなさい

笑ってた   泣いていた   怒ってた   キミのこと   覚えている

忘れない   いつまでも   決して   until my life is exhausted

交差点   聞こえてきた   キミによく似た声

振り向いて   空を仰ぎ見る   零れそうな涙堪えて

明日こそ(いつの日か)   もう一度キミに逢えると信じ   独り迷い

雨の夜(晴れた朝)   待ち続けて

忘れないよ   駆け抜けた   夜を

呟く   輝く   ひととき   みんなと   一緒だった

かけがえの   ないときと   知らずに   わたしは   過ごしていた

今はただ   大切に   偲ぶよう   I will embrace the feeling

キミはね   確かに   あのとき   わたしの   傍らにいた

いつだって   いつだって   いつだって   すぐ横で   笑っていた

無くしても   取り戻す   キミを   I will never leave you

[blueberrymarf]

🫐🫐🫐((((Hey all!!! This is my first actual post on Tumblr, I’ve mainly used it to see fanart, fanfics and such AND because of my hoe @hazardgrrrrlll. She has great reposts you should check her out😝🫶🏻. ANYWAYYY I thought I’d post some of my fics on here and see how they do since I’ve mainly been using Wattpad!! Here’s a dumb ass Caliborn x Reader fic I made that no one asked for.))))🫐🫐🫐

If y’all end up liking this I’ll post more!!!!

Partners in Crime

((Caliborn x Reader))

How we had met? I don't particularly recall, I just remember quite a bit of bickering and snarky comments in the beginning, which slowly subsided to less of that within time, which I became thankful for.

how I had ended up here- I had no clue at all.

Ever since I had met Caliborn, we've seemed to almost click, and that's surprising- because we're the type of people who don't just "click" with others- more so him so, I guessed I was special.

"Uh? Hello? It's your fucking turn slut."

He mouthed off to me, loosing his temper as he waved his hands frantically in front of my face. He seemed to dislike me always drifting off but, as I don't blame him, sometimes I honestly can't help it- I just space out.

I snapped back into reality.

"Sorry Caliborn-" I looked down to the chess board- avoiding eye contact. I moved one of my knights. "And- yet again- I will forgive you- because- " he stopped for a second, as if he was contemplating something, " because- I feel like it. Besides- you're the only one who'll actually play chess with me anymore- and ugh don't even get me started on my sister- that bit-"

I put a finger just above his lips. " I get it. You don't have to explain. You've told me."

Caliborn nodded calmly, looking me in the eyes as he slowly shifted his glance back to the board. He moved one of his pawns which knocked yet another of of my bishops down. He had most of my pieces. He was awful well at the game, even though sometimes he would cheat, as far as I've seen, he hasn't cheated at a game with me in awhile. That was odd. But, I didn't complain. A sound arouse from his laptop. "Probably that whore Dirk." He smirked, "I'm going to have to pause our game for a little-"

I rolled my eyes smiling, he was such a dork when it came to Dirk and drawing each other sexual pictures. As Caliborn read what was on the screen his smirk slowly turned to a scowl, he turned his head to face me quickly. "We need to find a way of getting me out of here. I need to get this fucking chain off." He dangled his leg infront of me, exposing the metal cuff on his ankle. "I honestly might just have to fucking bite it off." He responded, straight faced. I backed away slowly- not wanting him to lash out at me, he seemed to be in an angered state of mind. I didn't want any trouble.

" Caliborn...are you entirely sure? Can't you bleed to death?? I could always try to get it off-"

"No- no- we've tried. nothing gets this damned thing off and you know it (y/n)

." He turned to the corner of the room, "now, if you'll excuse me, I'd highly recommend you don't watch this. We know what a sensitive bitch you are. " I went to the outside of the house, waiting for him, my heart beating out of my chest. Caliborn was my only friend here, he was the only person I really knew here, the thought of him dying or getting hurt overwhelmed me, but, as always, I was probably over reacting. At least that's what Caliborn tells me. I mostly just go along with whatever he says.

————————————————————-

I felt as if things were nearly peaking to the bridge of insanity as I saw Caliborn emerge from the house, walking towards me, AK 47 in hand. I was stunned. His leg appeared to be torn off and replaced with a metal artifical one. It was impressive, yet frightening. "y- you look- hot." I croaked out- nearly making any sense.

Caliborn perked up from his usual scowl which slowly turned into a smirk. " well," he arched his back, " of course your lord is what you would refer to as... h o t." I looked him up and down, making sure he was alright, my mind wouldn't rest until I've over analyzed mostly everything. I came to realize one of his fangs were missing.

I raised an eyebrow, but, I kept my mouth shut, I didn't say a word. I assumed he must of lost his tooth from the tremendous bite he'd just taken. Although I didn't agree much at all with the decision he had just made, I had to admit, I wanted to get out of here just as bad if not more than he wanted to. Of course you might ask, if that was the case, why didn't I just leave? Simple. I had nowhere else to go. Let alone did I know where to go.

Caliborn was all I had in all definite honesty. He's all I knew, I mean, aside from his sister Calliope, but she disappeared quite a while ago. I had no idea where she went, neither did Caliborn, obviously, he didn't care. He just wanted her dead. That was that, and nothing in this world could change that. I've tried multiple times trying to change his views, they're not changing anytime soon.

Caliborn slid his gun sideways behind my back, he pushed me along forward with it. "come on bitch, we're getting the fuck out of here." He chuckled, instructing me to follow him. I nodded in agreement, as I tagged along with him. his hands gripped his gun tightly, keeping it near his chest, as if something were out to harm us. His breathing became heavy, he suddenly tensed up.

I was rather confused being that there was no one there. As we began to move further and further away from the home step by step I saw a clown like person with horns. Caliborn immediately aimed his gun at the clown like person, rage roared inside him. Or was that fear? I could barely tell.

[weomweomscizorawxscizorweomweom]

Jenny: Automatic (auto), automatics (yeah), in the trunk

Jenny: Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump

Kari: Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek, uh)

Kari: We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)

Kari: Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)

Kari: Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)

Kari: Trappin' the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name

Kari: We can play tall games, the whole gang, kick in your door, man

Jenny: Yeah, put on the Patek, pave setting, I'm an addict

Jenny: Break the mattress with a baddie on the addy

Jenny: Diamonds flashing, need some glasses for the flashing, yeah

Jenny: Michael Jackson with this fashion, bitch I'm dabbin', yeah

Kari: I do this shit on purpose got these bitches slurpin'

Kari: All your pockets on hurting, nigga you can be my servant

Kari: Go to the lot and young nigga don't lease it, I purchase

Kari: After I cut off a thot I give her some money for service

Jenny: Wherever I go the whole gang gon' go, yeah (fame)

Jenny: You cannot tame the ho because you want fame for sure (tame)

Jenny: You think that you rich 'cause you got a hundred or more

Jenny: I got an over overload like I just sold my soul

Jenny: I, pour up a four, a liter, I got the stripes, Adidas

Jenny: I got a foreign mamacita and I been known to beat it (mama)

Jenny: Niggas ain't goin' defeated, we get the guns immediate

Jenny: Don't burn in the Coupe, it's an Italy

Jenny: You niggas is broke and it's pitiful

Kari: Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk

Kari: Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump

Kari: Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)

Kari: We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)

Kari: Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)

Kari: Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)

Kari: Trappin' the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name

Kari: We can play tall games, the whole gang, kick in your door, man

Violet: Yeah, Kim Jong, yeah big bombs (21)

Violet: Wonder Bread man, make your bitch lick crumbs (yeah)

Violet: Audemar Piguet flooded, got my wrist numb (bling)

Violet: Grab the hitstick, nigga tryna blitz some'

Violet: Dope boy, dope boy, I sell coke boy (21)

Violet: You broke ass rappers food, it's a po boy (21)

Violet: Everybody the same, all these niggas sound alike (dick riders)

Violet: Fox 5 gang, turn you to a candlelight

Violet: Bitch boy, I'm a mobster, shrimp in my pasta

Violet: Jamaican Don Dada, hang 'round the shottas

Violet: Mad Max nigga, yeah I hang with the killers (21)

Violet: Planet of the Apes, yeah I hang around gorillas (on god)

Violet: I got AK, SK, HK, broad day (21)

Violet: You a fuckboy, we ain't with the horseplay (bitch)

Violet: Shrimp ass nigga, did you do your chores today? (21)

Violet: Do you wanna take a ride with the coroner today? (21)

Kari: Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk

Kari: Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump

Kari: Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)

Kari: We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)

Kari: Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)

Kari: Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)

Kari: Trappin' the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name

Kari: We can play tall games, the whole gang, kick in your door, man

Violet: Drop from the heavens straight in the wild (yeah)

Violet: Trunk in the front, top gotta slide

Violet: Ride suicides, we keep this shit alive (yeah)

Violet: Jumping out the public houses, don't you come outside (Straight up)

Violet: Private status, tryna land the jet at Magic (it's lit)

Violet: Goin' way up, on my way to cut through traffic (what you poppin')

Violet: Pop the ceiling, pop the bean, I need the balance (pop it, pop it)

Violet: Bloody ass is what I'm seeing, it's way too graphic

Violet: Watch your fingers 'cause the cactus dangerous (yeah)

Violet: Broke, you ain't us, we don't speak that language

Violet: On the couches

Violet: Tom Cruise, I'ma make her see, she snort a mountain

Violet: Rackades on the outfit will make her bounce it

Violet: Good drank my life yeah, CPR my pipe, yeah

Violet: Please need the energy, only got a night, yeah (it's lit)

Violet: Nike boys, we don't do three stripes (yeah)

Violet: I'm living for my niggas that do life, yeah

Kari: Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk

Kari: Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump

Kari: Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)

Kari: We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)

Kari: Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)

Kari: Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)

Kari: Trappin' the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name

Kari: We can play tall games, the whole gang, kick in your door, man

[samuraidad4]

Issue 0:

Rise of the Ocelot! I am repurposing this story to be part of the WCBH story arch. It takes place after issue 1 and before issue 2. So, let's call it 1.5. Note that I used Longshot city rules to play out the combat sequence. Well, on to the story.

The bright moon shown down upon shipping yard 5 at the shipping docks in Play Del Codicia. Ocelot skulked amongst the many rows of shipping crates keeping to the shadows. His keen cat like hearing caught the sound of someone lighting a cigarette he peered around the corner and caught sight of a lone El Gato Diablo thug carrying an assault rifle. Ocelot lept to the top of nearby crate hoping to leap down upon the thug in surprise. But the crate creaked unexpectedly and the thug swung his AK up and fired. A loud flare of gunfire erupted as a spray of bullets wizzed harmlessly past Ocelot. In a blurr of motion, the cat hero pounced down upon the thug. The force of the impact rendered the thug uncounscious. Then, Ocelot heard the approach foot steps running toward him. He lept easily back on top of the crate doing so soundlessly this time.

Two more thugs appeared, one carrying an AK and another an uzi. In addition was a tall dark haired woman, clad in black and wielding a vicious looking bladed chain weapon. The foes looked at the guard on the ground and then said to the thugs, "Don't just stand there! Find out who did this and kill them!". But, before they could act, Ocelot jumped down behind the two thugs and knocked their heads forcefully together. They crumpled to the ground unconscious.

The woman began deftly swinging her chain around in flurry of motion and said, "I don't know who you are, but you are about to die horribly for interfering. No one messes with Meat Hook and lives!" Ocelots danger sense screamed at him to move and he dodged just in time to see the blade at the end of the chain barely miss his neck! Whoah! That was close he thought. This lady is good and she means business! Ocelot retorted, "Meat hook?! That's your name?! Did your parents hate you or something?!"

Meat Hook screamed in rage and angled another attack at Ocelot. Ocelots claws came out and, slipping the chain, he swatted the chain to the side with a loud clanging sound. He then lashed out with his swingline which magically sensed what he wanted and it wound around her pinning her arms to her side. She shouted, "This won't stop me from killing you!!" and aimed a kick at his head. But, Ocelot saw the kick coming and, dropping to all fours swept her leg out from under her. She landed on the ground with a loud thud. Still consious and thoroughly enraged, Meat Hook attempted to get out of the ropes hold. But the rope tightened further and in it's grip she remained.

Ocelot, sensing that he needed to end this soon or he would likely be chopped into bits, tugged hard on the line. It responded and snaked quickly up around her neck and constricted. She snarled and fought and hissing as she went into unconsciousness.

Ocelot stood there for a minute overlooking the scene in relief breathing heavily. At about that time, Playa's finest came running in guns drawn. They took the thugs and their chain wielding leader into custody. And after interviewing Ocelot they let him go. But, not before one of the officers commented, "I don't know if you know who you tangled with there. That's Meat Hook! She's killed dozens of people with that scythe of hers. You're seriously lucky to be alive!"

Later, the local news paper would recount how a new "half-cat" hero had foiled a shipment of weapons to the Playa Del La Codicia and that the infamous killer with the street name of Meat Hook and several El Gato toughs were now in custody.

[writtenbyevie]

For the otp question thing!! for sunaosa (obviously): 18 (I’m asking mostly for the bonus hehe), 26, 28, 29, and 30! I’m very nosy and curious what you think about these hehe, big love <3

my beloved jules!! the outlets you give me to ramble on about sunaosa bring so much joy so thank you. i’m squishing your cheeks 🤍✨🤍

18. Who leaves little notes in the other's lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)

Since I imagine Osamu makes Suna's lunch almost every day at Inarizaki, dually to test out his recipes and to take care of Suna, I think he does this. I would like to think he writes really, really bad food puns related to whatever meal he just made in hopes of making Suna laugh from the sheer cringe factor alone. He also always tacks on a PS which features something sweet, with the goal of making Suna blush and/or punch him in the arm.

When they're living in different cities, Osamu tries order lunch for them both from a chain restaurant that has locations in both Shizuoka and Osaka at least once a week. (He likes to eat locally but for this plan to work he has to rely franchises) He'll have Suna's meal delivered to the EJP Raijin gym and his to Onigiri Miya. That way they can feel like they're eating together, even if it's at different times in different places, just as they did back in Hyogo.

To top it all off, in the notes for Suna's order, he still writes bizarre little jokes, not caring what the delivery guy or chefs will think. It's gotten Suna some strange looks from drivers over the years but c'est la vie.

26. What would be their theme song?

THIS IS HARD!!! When writing earth and moon, I repeatedly listened to J's Lullaby by Delaney Bailey, as I felt that song really embodied the atmosphere and energy of what I was writing. Lyrically, I'm not sure if it's the best match. I just love something very soft and without frills for them. Inevitable by Anberlin is also another good one for them. I also love this instrumental piece called Wanderlust by AK for them. I don't know to describe it, but it encapsulates their energy very well to me. I probably listened to this one the most actually while writing them.

28. What do they do when they're away from each other?

This is actually a plot point in earth and moon! They do a lot of things, but I have a favorite one. So mild spoiler alert I guess?

For context: Suna and Osamu discuss the moving away from each other, causing Suna to confess he fears Osamu will forget about him. Osamu responds with the story about how Atsumu knew he had a crush on him before he did.

“One day, I snapped. Asked why his delusional ass was so convinced I liked ya.” Osamu smiles, a little pull of his lips, a little pull of Rin’s heart. Gravity living and breathing and just eighteen. “Do ya know what he said?”

Rin shakes his head. 

“He said he knew cuz I kept findin’ ya in things.” Thunder rumbles, a low kind of crash that jostles the ground beneath feet and glass in barely kept together windows. “Told me that my every other sentence was some variation of ‘doesn’t this remind ya of Rin?’” Osamu chuckles, the sound tumbling, as if each breath trips the next. “To which he’d always answer ‘no ‘cuz I’m not in love with him ya moron,’ and I’d always promptly put him in a headlock.”

Rin snorts, sticky and dull, but something in his chest clears. Light seeps in.

Sighing, Osamu says, “and as much as I hate to admit it, he got me thinkin’.” He cranes his head, watching falling raindrops as if they bottle his thoughts. “Thinkin’ about how I’d find ya in the bottoms of pudding cups and the backyard willow tree and the bridge of my favorite song.” They kiss his face. Baby blue bursts of memory. “And I realized ‘Tsumu got somethin’ wrong.” Osamu grins properly now. Crooked and wide. His old lip scar drawn over with gray ink. “I didn’t just randomly find ya in those things, I was lookin’. And I still look.”

He gazes at Rin directly. Moonlight curves around the storm’s bend. Softly shining amongst the sky’s black melancholy. It does not best the lightning or better the rain, but it returns. Constant, even when Rin believed it to be lost. 

“I look for ya in strawberry soda, shichimi, and the sea. In vanilla, camera flashes, and the color green. In bedsheets, stars, and all my dreams.” Osamu steps closer to Rin so their noses almost brush. “So long as there’s a scrape of matter and a shred of my soul, I’ll be looking for ya, Rin. Until yer lookin’ back. And I know that ya will. Because goin’ does not mean goodbye."

They develop this habit of texting each other messages and/or pictures anytime they see something that reminds them of the other person. It ranges from sweet things like sunsets and starry nights to dirty bumper stickers and a racoon that lives in the dumpster behind Osamu's apartment. They do other things as well, but this one is my favorite.

29. one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

So I have two because they're character headcanons.

Suna has abandonment issues that manifest in him leaving relationships first, since he can't fathom anyone wanting to stick around. After all, no one has ever chanced after him when he moved, so he learned to just stop looking back.

Osamu's life has been defined by his accomplishments, which results in this sort of covert perfectionism. People love him for what he does, not who he is. He ends up developing in an intense fear of failure, especially when he initially struggles to get Onigiri Miya off the ground.

30. one headcanon about this OTP that mends it

They both unlearn these issues through each other! Osamu actively fights to keep Suna in his life and teaches him that the possibility of pain and being left doesn't devalue or undermine the importance of relationships in the first place.

Suna shows Osamu that not only does he love him for who he is, regardless of his success, but he is proud of him too. One of his lines in after is literally: "I love you for who you are, not who you think you have to be." Suna gives Osamu permission to "fail," which in turn gives Osamu the freedom to grow.

ANYWHO!!! This turned out to be insanely long. Thank you Jules for letting me wax and wane about Sunaosa. I adore them and you!! Big hugs and forehead kisses to you!! Much love 💫💖💫

[broken-balance-baby]

Re: rhe writing prompt. Are you up for writing anything about Amita being a badass :)

heyyy anon! hope you don't mind, i used my happier family au version of this just for the fun of it. hope you like it! as always, feel free to send me more prompts!

word count: 729

ao3 mirror

stretch marks

Sometimes, when Amita stares at the mirror, she can’t help but lift her shirt and stare at the stretch marks.

The stretch marks were faded, old, but they wouldn’t leave no matter what she did. Some days it mocked her, reminding her of a time she wishes she could forget, but other days she would look at Bhadra and feel the skin under her shirt just to remind herself that she carried her inside her belly once.

Perhaps it is unfortunate that Bhadra would never know about it. She only knows to a certain extent that Amita was once a mother, having lost her child as it starved to death during the worst of Kyrat’s time, but to Bhadra it would be nothing more than a trivial piece of information rather than a carefully constructed lie, talked over with Sabal and all the more with the soldiers who stuck around long enough to know.

She was once. She still is a mother.

And nobody fucks with her or her daughter.

As soon as the intel was given, Bhadra having been kidnapped in order to lure the Golden Path in, she dismissed Ajay and Sabal without having said a word, grabbed her sniper rifle and left for where she was.

“Amita--” Ajay tried, but Amita turned her head.

“Don’t stick your nose in this, Ajay,” She hissed, “This is my business now.”

Sabal would protest, but Amita couldn’t give less of a shit if he were going to be a father now.

The camp was massive, but it was nothing that Amita wouldn’t have cared for. Bhadra was tied up on the ground in one of De Pleur’s area, and if the seething rage was showing as she held her breath and took a shot at the first sniper, then the rest of the camp would know.

It was the terror of a tiger, after all.

Shot after shot, shifting after shifting, she made her way back down where a man with his rifle was waiting to attack. She threw a knife to the throat, holstered the sniper rifle and grabbed the AK-47 that was in the corpse’s hands and made her way through the gate.

There, in her surroundings, was the sound of screaming, the smell of blood, the disgusting sense of humor Paul had as the man kept bodies hung, decorated like it was a fucking holiday. She took a deep breath, gripping the handguard tightly, feeling her heart pump harder at the thought of Bhadra’s current condition before having to storm into the camp’s opening.

One switch to the sniper rifle shot down the alarm, then followed three more guards before finally being spotted. A bullet flew past her cheek before she ran for cover, and from there she spotted a set of stairs, a balcony and another building.

Bingo.

Rushing her way through, she jumped to the next building with only a bullet grazing her ankle, lifting her leg over the railing and pulling herself inwards.

Then there was a scream.

It was the familiar, high pitch of a little girl, and without thinking Amita had broken open the window next to her and found herself staring at a chained down Bhadra, surrounded by guards as they laughed and tortured her.

They didn’t last a second the moment Amita started to shoot from above. She climbed down slowly, before kicking open the door from the outside to rush to where Bhadra was.

“Bhadra!” Amita cried out, pulling away the gag in her mouth as she gasped for air. She cut away Bhadra’s binds and the girl had nearly collapsed onto Amita in an attempt to hug her.

“Amita,” She whimpered, sobbing into her shoulder as her body still shuddered from the electrocutions, but she’d immediately recoiled as soon as the door was kicked open again. Just before Amita was about to shoot, Sabal appeared.

“Bhadra! Amita! We have to go!” Sabal said, cocking his shotgun and spinning around to shoot at an incoming guard.

“Who’s with you?!” Amita said, pushing Bhadra alongside her.

“Ajay and enough people to fight back-- hurry, he’s waiting for you in the car down south!”

He pushed Bhadra by the small of her back, and off they ran.

Tonight would be a warning to the royal army, Pagan and his piece of shit dogs.

Nobody fucks with her, or her daughter.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ TWO ROADS ❜

with Canche and Obispo ‘Bishop’ Losa.

Warnings: none.

Word count: 2k.

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to my wonderful @sonsofeorl ✨

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“Please, don't do that. Let me go”. With both hands raised to the man, you tried to push him away.

“No”. He just said with a naughty smile drawn on his lips, before grabbing your wrists to lift you up over his shoulder like a heavy bag, walking to the main room of the house.

“Let me go!” You shouted stirring over him, until you felt your body falling down over the mattress.

Sitting up on your forearms, you blow into a rebellious tuft of hair in the middle of your face, frowning. You couldn't barely breathe because of the efforts, watching the man crawling above the bed.

“I swear I'm gonna kill you”.

“Will you?” He asked, twisting his neck slightly, pouncing on you to tickle you on both sides.

“Canche, stop!” You screamed between laughs, trying to catch his hands while he made himself some space between your legs.

“C'mon, five minutes more, princesa de los Mayas”. The mexican surrounded you with his strong arms, resting his face on your stomach.

“My father is gonna kill us, if he finds out”.

“Just five minutes more”. He begged almost in a whisper, closing his eyes.

“I hate you”. You growled rolling your eyes, pretending that you didn't want to spend some time more together.

“I'm glad to know that it's something reciprocated”. The Mayan muttered, moving some inches until reaching your lips.

Tangling your legs with his and placing your hands on his head, you deepened the kiss, keeping the slow pace but welcoming his tongue inside your mouth. Every time you were this close, he had the same effect on you like the first time, bristling your skin and needing for more. You could assure that he was so in love with you, as you were with him. And you would like to shout it to the rooftops. But that wasn't an option. Not for the moment, at least.

“I know that… you can't call me”. You said caressing his neck with one of your hands, using your nails to made him some sweet tickles. “But… two weeks is too much. Maybe… I don't know… a text, to know that you're okay”.

“I will try, mi amor. I swear it”. He replied with a low tone of voice, accommodating his head on the pillow. “And when I come back, we will disappear for some days. We can go to the beach, if you want”.

“Sounds good, yeah”. You nodded assorted on the way of his lips moving, totally spellbound hearing his voice.

The man took back his hands to undone the clasp of the fine gold chain, with a small medal of the Virgen de Guadalupe. Silent, and very focused on his new task, he placed it around your neck. You knew how much he loved that necklace, being a gift from his mother who passed away some years ago. Giving it to you meant more than anyone could imagine, and you would swear you were about to cry if he hasn't kissed you again.

You have never been a believer, but you started to pray every night for him, to keep him safe and alive. It has been two long weeks, with a trip that started in Southern Cali to Stockton and Oakland, continuing to Portland. And after that, back to Santo Padre. One of the trips more dangerous of Mayans history, with a shipment of AK-47, even if they were accompanied by some SOA charters. But the day of their return has come and, with it, all your men. At least, you know it when you see through the front window of your car all the bikes parked there. The first you find is your father's. Next to it, Canche's.

Almost jumping out from your seat, you run like never before to the inside of the clubhouse. But the situation that welcomes you is chaotic. You open the door on time to watch Bishop tackling your boyfriend. A storm of hits and kicks is around everywhere, while the other Mayans stare at you almost frowning. You don't need to be a genius to know what is happening. Grabbing Ibarra's gun, being aware that no one is going to stop the fight, you point at the roof to fire it. The bullet impacting on it, calls everyone's attention. The two men on the floor are breathing violently, blood on their faces and angry gestures. Then, you point at them.

“The next one throwing a punch, juro por la Virgen that I'm gonna shot his brain off”.

The men separate from each other, standing up over their feet and shaking their clothes.

“How much time have you been together?” Your father asks, cleaning a brief red thread flowing from his bottom lip. His eyes are filled with rage.

“Why does it matter, dad?”

“Because I asked you for one last thing, and you shitted on it”.

“Do you think I made it on purpose? That I chose it?”

“You betrayed me. And you lied to me”.

“For God's sake… Ain't gonna talk about it in front of all these men”.

“We don't have anything else to talk about. You already took a decision”.

You just nod, one time. Stretching your arm to Ibarra, you give him back his gun.

“Doing the same shit that your mother did”.

His whisper doesn't go unnoticed to your ears, taking a step ahead when he's about to unlock himself inside the Templo.

“You pushed mom away, just like you are doing with me. If you are alone, if you are losing the only people who really love you, it's because of you, padre. Because of your jealousy, because of your inflexibility, because of your egocentrism complex”.

Bishop doesn't turn, but suddenly stops his heavy feet.

“(Y/N), don't talk to your father like that”. Canche says, frowning at you.

“Truth fucks you up, right?” You say raising your chin. “Love doesn't mean to hurt, dad. And sometimes I feel that you stab my chest. That you suffocate me. I feel alone the whole time, and you don't really know what it feels like, because I'm always by your side. But you weren't for me when I needed you the most. So don't blame me for choosing a man who cares about me, without asking anything back, over you”.

It has been the worst weeks of your life. You were sure that you were suddenly and inevitably falling into a dark depression, when you realized that you haven't gone out of Canche's house since you came. Mostly, you are tucked in his bed, grabbing the pillow as strongly as you can, wetting it with your tormented tears. A prospect was accompanying you all the time that your boyfriend was away from your side.

“How is the kid?”

Taza gets up from his chair, before Canche can leave the Templo. He turns around crossing his arms over his chest.

“Who asks?”

No one replies.

“She isn't happy, if you wanna know it”. His eyes are on Bishop's. “She cries most of the day. Hardly eats anything. And I can't remember how her laugh sounds”.

Your boyfriend is about to continue his steps, but he stops again.

“And I had to take her to the hospital some days ago, because she has a panic attack”.

“Maybe if you di—”.

“Don't you dare to add me in your equation, Bishop. This is your fault, not mine. I care about her. I love her. And I want to spend my life with her. I'm not trying to steal your daughter from you. I'm not asking her to leave you. I was even about to delegate my position as Presidente, and ask for a change of charter to be close to her. To come to Santo Padre, so she wouldn't have to leave her family”. His voice sounds firmly, blunt. “You are losing your daughter because of you, not because of me”.

Canche doesn't want to waste more time, having a road of one hour and a half to his house. The only thing he wants right now is come back, be with you, and try to comfort your pain somehow. So he doesn't notice that the crew follows him to the outside, in the meantime that he reaches his motorcycle.

His way back home feels like an eternity, parking in front of the porch, and almost jumping out from the top of it. The prospect is waiting close to the door, shrugging his shoulders to let him know that nothing has changed. You heard the door getting opened, turning your head over the pillow, watching him coming into the room. You would like to smile, as every time you see him, but it's like if your brain doesn't send the order to your lips. Lying down and embracing you over the mattress, filling your face with a bunch of kisses.

“I've missed you, mi vida”. He whispers onto your lips, before caressing them. “I took a day off, so I will be here with you the whole time”.

You can't help but sink your face under his chin, letting him hold you tightly. That's the only moment you feel somewhat better, knowing that he's not going to kick out your ass. Knowing that he loves you unconditionally.

“How was him?” You whisper.

“Fucked like you”. He just replies, kissing your head. “But I know that he's going to come today, you will see. I know it”.

He wasn't wrong. Actually, Canche is never wrong. You suddenly wake up because of the loud roar of an engine. It's coming closer, accentuating over others behind it. The bed is empty, and the room is almost in darkness. Rubbing your eyes with your knuckles, you get up from the mattress, guiding your steps to the living room as soon as you hear your boyfriend greeting your father. Sticking your head out the corner of the hallway, your eyes find him before anyone else there. He looks like shit. His beard is longer, scruffy. The two black marks under his eyes tell you that he hasn't slept much more than you.

Canche moves his head in silence, indicating the crew to leave the house, so you would have some intimacy and time alone. Bishop takes a step ahead, trying to reach you, trying to say something. But he can't. Doubting, he walks a little closer. Slowly. Hoping that you don't turn him down. Raising a hand towards your left, he holds it to push you into his arms. Surrounding your body, he hugs you with that kind of love and warmth that only your father can transmit you. All the sadness and the pain has gone. The fear of losing him, inside your chest, isn't oppressing it anymore.

“I'm sorry”. He says in a whisper, tightening his grip around you.

“Me too…”

“You don't have to, because you were right. This is my fault, mi princesa”.

He pulls himself away from you, enough to find your reddened eyes, about to cry again.

“I know you have to leave the nest, but I'm not ready. And I will never be. But if you have to do it, I'm good knowing that Canche is by your side”.

Leaning, your father kisses your forehead, pressing his lips on it for some long seconds.

“Just let me take care of you tonight, please”.

You just nod in silence. You couldn't say ‘no’. You need him, you didn't know it could be this hard to live without him. It's not the same when he's on a trip, than when he's just away from you. Closing your arms around him, you hide your face on his chest, like you used to do when you were a child waking up from a nightmare.

“I will always love you, pa'. No matter who else is in my life. I will always love you more than anyone”.

“I know, princesa. I do. And I will always do it”.