#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

[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   ��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.

[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 💫💖💫

[pinktransparentwirelolita]

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: All of 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.

[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!

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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”.