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rishifolk · 2 years ago

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Apon Hoiba Na(আপন হইবা না) - Rishi Chakraboty Song - Sibasish Danda-Amit Sur- New Bengali Folk Song Full Song Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=osbjqhFLi88

প্রেমনদীর পাড় ভাঙে… গতিপথ বদলে যায় নিঠুর সময়ের তরঙ্গ অভিঘাতে…। প্রেমিকের বুকে সুখের স্বপন ভাঙে…। যেমন ভাবে দ্বিতীয়ার ভাঙা চাঁদে অনন্ত প্রেমের পরশ মাখা নরম আকাশ ভেঙে পড়ে শিশিরের মতো বোবা কান্নায়, তেমন ভাবেই কেঁদে ওঠে প্রেমিক হৃদয়। নিশিরাতে নীরব একাকিত্বের মাঝে তার হৃদয় গভীরে জেগে থাকে নিঃশর্ত প্রেমের মুকুল, লাল শালুকের ফুল হয়ে। সেই প্রেমফুল সকালের আলো ফোটার সাথে সাথেই লুকিয়ে যায় অভিমানের অন্তরালে। বিরহ ব্যকুল প্রেমিক প্রাণের সেই আকুলতা গীতিকার শিবাশিস দন্ড-র মরমী কলমের ছোঁয়ায় এক নতুন বিরহী গানের রূপ নেয়। সুরকার অমিত শূরের হৃদয় নিঙড়ানো সুরের মায়ায় আর তারবাদ্যের দ্যোতনায় লোকসঙ্গীত শিল্পী ঋষি চক্রবর্তী-র জাদুকণ্ঠের পুকার শোনা যায়- জানি বন্ধু তুমি আমার আপন হইবা না…।

✨ Credits: Song Name - Apon Hoiba Na (আপন হইবা না), Singer - Rishi Chakraborty, Lyricist - Sibasish Danda, Composition & Rabab Playing - Amit Sur, Arrangement - Suraj Nag, Studio Partner - Studio Violina, Camera Works - Sangeet Roy, Edit - Third Eye Production, Malda, Thumbnail - GK Editing(Gopal), Language - Bangla, Category - Folk Song, Digital Advisor - Sanjay Sen, Label - Rishi Folk

✨ Previous Released: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RQY6u8-josM https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PBHwnjOUepA https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AlMAq0_dOjg https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_PdBJmsjiOw https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMR6D7Y5YVs https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t3KU-kjfJZs

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✨ "Apon Hoiba Na" Lyrics in Bengali: Nishi rate shaluk fute Ashmane jei Suraj uthe Fuler hasi milaiya jai R to fute na Moner gange vasle kotha Tumi bhabo nirobota Mone milai moner kotha Hodis paiba na go Jani bondhu tumi amar Apon hoiba na .

Tumi jano amar buke Kanna ra ghumai sukhe Nona megh bashpo hoiya ure Joare ase na ghure Nishi rate shaluk fute Ashmane jei Suraj uthe Fuler hasi milaiya jai R to fute na Moner gange vasle kotha Tumi bhabo nirobota Mone milai moner kotha Hodis paiba na go Jani bondhu tumi amar Apon hoiba na .

Ditiyar vanga chande Eto boro akash kande Fota fota Sisir hoiya jhore Tobu na asile ghore Nishi rate shaluk fute Ashmane jei Suraj uthe Fuler hasi milaiya jai R to fute na Moner gange vasle kotha Tumi bhabo nirobota Mone milai moner kotha Hodis paiba na go Jani bondhu tumi amar Apon hoiba na

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ao3feed-bnha-rarepair · 2 years ago

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Can I have you?

Can I have you? by Alexander the Ase

Izuku gets jealous when a fan gets overly touchy with his boyfriend, not that it's public knowledge. Izuku is a villain after all and the backlash would crush his hero boyfriend if the world were to find out.

Words: 1113, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Midoriya Izuku, random guy

Relationships: Kirishima Eijirou/Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Villain Deku, Pro Hero Kirishima Eijirou, Flirting, exposed relationship, Trans Midoriya Izuku

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45602797

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Kirideku #♥#Kirideku #💎#🐰#⚣#A:Alexander #Villain AU

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chronal-anomaly · 2 years ago

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I guess it’s just a headcanon kind of day.

Lena was born just after the first Omnic Crisis, and grew up in a post-Crisis world. The economy was in shambles, violence occured in the streets, people were trying to and failing to rebuild. From the map and the lore, we know Kings Row was hit hard. So from a young age, she was exposed to this violence and terror.

Her mother, who later passed on, believed in peace, even after everything she herself had gone through. Ciara’s family had fled Spain before she was born, and moved to Ireland. Many of her family fought in the war and were left with the scars and the prothestics to prove it. However, Ciara fell in love and moved to England, even despite the crisis, both because she believed in peace and Lena’s father, Aiden, had a rare job opportunity in those days.

So they moved to London and had Lena. Lena grew up watching seemingly senseless violence against Omnics, beatings in the streets, graffiti, watching them being taken apart while still conscious, etc. Growing into a teen, she was an angry London street kid with a father that worked too many hours and mother that passed on too early. Graffiti became a favorited pasttime, Lena rose to local infamy for the painted on mustaches on local unpopular politician’s billboards, and for one particular mural of cracked Big Ben she did against the side of a high-rise one night. Eventually, she was caught by police, but bailed out by a small group of omnics and humans who distracted them enough for her to get away.

Eventually she fell in this group, who viewed themselves as a vigilant group for good. They would tag pro-omnic setiments, try to defend or save omnics cornered by humans, and took part in pro-omnic protests. Eventually, though, Lena had to move on. She wasn’t interested in college, and felt stifled by London. Even ase a teen, she had a problem sitting still, and had the reactions and physical ability to attend the Royal Air Force academy. After a long application process, she was accepted and bid farewell to her friends.

#I feel like this gives some context to some stuff #I can elaborate on this later but yeah #Lena holds tight to those experiences #And that's how she started to know Mondatta/follow his talks #And that just intensified after the slipstream because she felt caught in 2 worlds #( headcanon. )#ask to tag

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gumilarsupriyansah · 2 years ago

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-World Cup,LGBT &Nursing-

Perhelatan piala dunia 2022 menjadi ajang politik bagi bberapa negara baik tag line free Palestine atau upaya normalisasi, kampanye kaum LGBT yg salah satunya dbwa klub de panzer Jerman, dengan melakukan upaya tutup mulut saat sebelum melawan Jepang(dn akhirnya kalah 1-2 dri samurai biru wkwk)Hal tersebut dilakukan sebagai protes karena Qatar sebagai tuan rumah Piala Dunia 2022 melarang segala bentuk yang berkaitan dengan LGBT.

upaya kmpanye lgbt seakan dibenarkan oleh seorang influencer indo, sbut sja getsuv, saat menanggapi salah satu pengikutnya dia mengatakan

""Di satu sisi kaya virtue signaling ya… kaya, can you do something more than that? Di sisi lain, LGBTQ-phobia has real life consequences,”

Kampanye normalisasi LGBT yg digaungkan barat tdk diaminkan oleh negara adidaya Jepang dn Rusia mreka memutuskan menolak pernikahan sesama jenis dan melegalkan UUD anti-lgbt

Bagi perawat tidak asing dengan nama tokoh family care nursing/keperawatan keluarga Dr Friedman dalam teorinya menganggap pasangan gay dan lesbi itu dapat berkeluarga, pdahal penyebaran HIV dngn perilaku gay, men sex men 25x lipat beresiko terkena HIV menurut UNAIDS maka dari itu perlu kita memfilter apa apa yg dapt diambil apa yg seharusnya tidak,karena proses pendidikan merupakan estafet pemikiran, dan estafet pemikiran dihasilkan dari cara pandang seseorang terhadap konsep ketuhanan,manusia hingga konsep sebuah nilai, sedikit saja kita tidak memfilter maka jangan salahkan kita hanya perpanjangan para kaum kaum liberal,atheis dsb

Aware dngn apa yg dipelajari sangat perlu agar tdk terjebak pda arus cara pandang pemikiran barat yg tdk sesuai dngn +62

-Take the best things , leave the worst things-

Ambil yg baiknya ,tinggalkan yg buruknya

#30DWCjilid40

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scungledfiles · 2 years ago

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hey yea sorry hope you dont mind but gear up for monster energy spam electric boogaloo this time its rowen look ok, i made 784 monster energy blinkies (will only be posting a fraction dw) and i need to bestow them unto the world also if u are an image hoarder like me and wanna download all of them, you can have the drive link for the folder here, it includes the master .ase file i worked from, so if you have asesprite and wanna edit them its easier with that also, for the userboxes we've alr posted, theres a masterpost in the works! and by in the works i mean like, ive already done it its done all of the componants are there i just need to like, make the draft a little nicer. so, we'll see when i get around to that also, just fyi i am currently not doing blinkie reqs, sorry! i really only do things like these in bulk, as i dislike having images that dont match anything or have any particular use to me, however you are free to edit any files from me (so long as it is respectful), just make sure to tag me so people can find my blog and such, pretty much everything i make belongs to a set, and seperating things from their set and reposting them without credit (i see and participate in blinkie stealing culture i get it lol) means that it becomes very hard for people to see any other parts of the set, dont contribute to my pain its rough being an image hoarder alr?

#row #row rambles #! not material

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fablegaze · 1 year ago

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Spectember day 5 - leviathan planet fauna

4 different animals from the leviathan planet, starting off with what I’ve dubbed squidfish & raybirds. they share a distant common ancestor from which they inherited the same body plan, but they went in completely different directions with it

both are characterized by their radially symmetric body, with 4 eyes and a + shaped mouth. squidfish are the ones that stayed aquatic, with 4 large, flat tentacles to propel them through the water, and 4 fins along the body that they can move around as needed to help with steering. to a squidfish, all 4 sides are “up” and they can orient themselves whichever way they need to

raybirds migrated onto land and almost immediately took to the skies, turning their fins into wings. unlike squidfish, raybirds are limited to one specific side being up and one being down. two of their torso appendages have morphed into wings, with bony spurs used in offense and defense. the other two are attached to fans that male raybirds use to show off to potential mates. the top two tail appendages have attached to the wing membrane and assist in flight, with the other two growing strong and acting as a teeny little pair of legs

I don't have any info about these next two that isn't already on the images (or talked about on day 3 in the case of the 6 legged animals)

#spec bio #speculative biology #spec evo #speculative evolution #xenobiology #worldbuilding #spectember #spectember 2023 #world tag: ased

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is-nini · 4 years ago

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Genshin impact x reader

Episode: 2

Title: proven innocent?

A/n: someone ask me to make a tag list... I never make one.. but i hope I'm doing this right.. if i make a mistake please point it out😅 thankiuu❤️❤️. possible love interest for now will be : Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Zhongli, Childe, Xiao, Beidou, Ningguang.

"you're in Mondstat.. the land of freedom.."

She trails off, you take the glass and gave her a thankful smile. Mondstat.. oh yeah.. the land of freedom.. the land where the anemo god rule.. wait what now? The land of... Huh??? Isn't that- your brain clicked. Mondstat is where the traveler start....

The girl seems to notice you staring off into space, the glass is still glued to your mouth and the water is touching your mouth but.. the water is not decreasing and you didn't seems to do any gulping either.

"u-uhm.. my name is Barbara! What's yours?".

The girl that now you know named Barbara asked, you contemplate for a while.. what is your name? Well- you know your name but what should you gave her ...

"y/n.."

You trailed off, why did you do that?! You don't even know.. this is just a game anyway, what's the bad thing that could happen?

"y/n? Hum... A very interesting name."

She nods in understanding interesting? What did she means? You thought to yourself.. maybe giving your real name away is not the right choice..

"so y/n.. where do you come from?"

You widen your eye, you space out for a bit which made Barbara very suspicious of you but she wait either way. While Barbara calmly waiting for your answer, your brain is going on a world war. What can you say? Where you from? You haven't gone that far into the game you doesn't know anything?!

"I don't know.."

Good going y/n you face palm yourself inside your head. Barbara furrowed her eyebrow damn... You're dead.

"hum... It's okay, we will find your family soo-".

Just as about Barbara finished her words, the door suddenly opened reveals a tall tan man with a eye patch on his right eye- this is that man.. the one who claps at the traveler in one of the early cut scene, Kaeya if you're not mistaken.

"ah-! Sir Kaeya".

That now you know 100% is Kaeya, walked inside the room and smile at Barbara.

"well Barbara, you have done a lot of things for this stranger.. why don't you go and take a rest?".

The words that Kaeya kust said might seems caring and kind.. but the undertone of mystery and more is also present.. and unfortunately for you.. you're probably doomed here.

Barbara was about to say something but quickly shuts her mouth, she make her way outside your resting room. Now you're alone with this hot man.. brain he is hot but please don't get swayed you thought to yourself.

"okay stranger.. tell me where are you from?".

He goes straight to the point. Your brain goes to another stone as you tried to answer his question.

"Mondstat".

Frick why did i say that. You look at him intensely in the eye, trying to prove to him that you're not lying. Kaeya narrowed his eye and fold his hand.

"you're pretty good at lying, sadly for you I'm not buying it".

Yeah.. well that's kinda expected. You look away from him, gazing at your feet that's covered with white blanket. You don't know what to say now.. especially if this man is hard to lie to..

"I don't know where I'm from".

You decided to come clean.. well- there is a lie there but it's kinda true. Kaeya looks at you intensely. His eyes really looks like their calculating by default.

"hum.. interesting. You're wearing a one of Mondstat's common dress yet you don't know where you're from?"

Wait what.. you finally observe your surroundings, you stare down at your dress. You didn't notice this.. you realize that you are wearing a dress similar to the one that the girls around Mondstat use.. you know the npc one. Okay being sucked in the game is fun and all but really game? You could've give me a more interesting dress. You stare at the man and sigh.

"listen.. i don't know where I'm from and also let me ask you back- how am i here in the first place?".

Kaeya stare at you, blinks a couple of times and laugh out loud clutching his stomach. You look at him weirdly now it's your turn to fold your hand.

"okay that was unexpected of you stranger".

He take a seat beside your bed, he folds his right leg over his left and smile at you. You don't really remember about his personality.. but you do know that he is flirty.

"uhuh? Thanks?".

You looks at him suspiciously and also taking his confusion and amusement as a good thing.

"well.. let me answer your question. One of our knight found you at the sea shore.. you were knocked out cold. They assume you are a member of Mondstat".

He unfolds his leg, rest his elbow on his knee, bend his back forward a little bit and resting his chin on the back of his palm making him look 1000x more hot- okay brain.. stop wondering off to useless place you shake your head and nod at his previous words.

"but they never saw you around Mondstat.. they're scared to do anything so they called the nurses immediately.. i was about to quarantine you.. but because this is Mondstat.. they decided to save you".

You gulp nervously. What does he means by quarantining you?! Is it like... Some kind of jail? No... You don't think so.. Mondstat is the land of freedom.. not having a jail would make sense. Kaeya stare at you for a while and sigh, catching your attention. You looked at him nodding understandingly but completely confused.

"just call me Kaeya".

You look at Kaeya up and down, you puts your point finger at your chin and staring at Kaeya up and down, not even bothering to hide the fact that you're checking him out.

"what are you doing".

Kaeya deadpans, you just shrugs your shoulder as you slowly stroke your leg outside the bed, trying to get up.

"i am checking you out mr. Hot".

You stated bluntly because hey.. there's no use hiding it anyway. You're not discreet and not trying to hide it anyway. Kaeya holds your arms as you struggle a little bit to get up. You smile up at him.

"thankyou mr hot.man".

You finally look around the place, not noticing the slight red blush across a certain blue haired man's face while You are observing the room and the dress you wear. You felt kind of bumped not being able to wear cool clothes like the playable characters but.. Oh well, you're not meant to be here anyway. Talking about not meant to be here.. how do you get back?. You turned back to the man.

"Mr hot man... what is the name of the place that i was last found.. if i may ask?"

Kaeya ponders for a while, he looks back at you.

"the last time the Knights found you is on the sea near star fell lake".

Where is that place... Flash back when you're playing the game.. wait nevermind, you didn't remember the map. Oh well maybe you can ask around later.

"thankyou Mr. Hot".

Kaeya chuckles as you wave goodbye to him and left the room. Kaeya didn't even bother to escort you after all.. he has something important to do.. searching for your information.

"ah-! Y/n!"

A voice you heard sounds familiar, right when you're outside the door of the room that you just been in, Barbara came to you.

"hello Barbara!".

She stops in front of you and look to your left and right side. She touched your head, trying to check if you're okay or not.

"you doesn't seem sick.. well then! That's good".

You didn't say a word, assuming that Barbara have something to tell you. You and her have a akward staring contest. You blink once and giggle.

"thankyou Barbara!! That's very nice of you to check up on me, what's wrong?".

You asked her, assuming that there is something she would like to say, she startled back as if she finally remembered something.

"o-oh yeah! My sis- i mean the acting grand master would like to see you".

Andddd your assumption are right. She does need something, you were about to say goodbye when you remember something.

"ah-! Barbara where is this.. acting grand master?"

Barbara slap her head and quickly explained to you where the place is, you nod at her and make your way to the acting grand Masters room.

"halt!"

Once you reached the the door to the entrance of the office, a guard stopped you from going in.

"Tell me what business do you have here".

The guard ordered you to say your reason to be here, you were about to say something when the door suddenly opened.

"what's happening here?".

A girl with a low ponytail that's slipped forward with a purple flower shows up. She wears a.. pretty tight dress with two slits on the side like one of those chinese dress but with purple colour.

"oh.. it's you, follow me honey".

Before the guards even say something the woman already ask you to join her, the guard seems like they just let her whatever she does. So you just join her inside without looking back at the guards.

"she's here jean".

The girl called "jean" that looks pretty similar to Barbara stare at you, she smiled as you and got up from the seat. She pulled her hand in front of her, asing you to shake her hand. Being a polite person you are you shake her hand back.

"hello there.. y/n if I'm not mistaken?".

You nod and smile back at her, she asked you to take a seat in front of the table that is located inside the room.

"so.. y/n I'm sorry but we must investigate you for a while.. seeing as you existing out of nowhere and nobody here claims you to be their family i have a question.. where are you from and how did your hand gets on one of the Mondstat dress?"

You blink at her confused, you sigh and without thinking much you just said everything that you knew.

"I don't know where I'm from. I don't even know where im at when i woke up.. I don't know how can i get my hands on this.. Mondstat dress".

Yeah everything you said makes sense.. Barbara did say that you don't know where you are when you first woke up.. but that might be a trick is what jean thought.

"oh apologies, my name is jean. I am the acting grand master".

She explained, she doesn't seem like she is ignoring your previous word... Maybe she's changing the subject?

"nice to meet you miss jean".

You greets her back with her name rolling off your lips. Lisa stare at the conversation intensely and quietly.

"well then.. thankyou for meeting us.. you are dismissed".

Dismissed? What? You stands up and nod your head thankyou. Before you get out you turn your body towards jean.

"I-i'm sorry but where am i suppose to go..?".

Jean and the purple dressed girl looks at eachother it's as if they're talking about something but with no words being spoken.

"ah yes.. uhm- you will meet a certain knight.. please wait for a while".

A/n: I know cutting of the story here doesn't make sense but please bear with it for a while T-T i accidentally make a mistake and i will continue this on the next story! I Apologize deeply for the mistake, thankyou for reading!

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#genshin fanfiction #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #genshin jean #genshin lisa #x reader fanfiction #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #genshin diluc #zhongli #kaeya #albedo

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istratasphere · 2 years ago

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Hello, hello!

My name is Jay, welcome to my writing/oc blog ✨

This will mostly be for oc-posting but I intend to throw writing out here occasionally as well, reblogs are welcome, feel free to ask about my characters or their world!

Important Tags:

“spilled ink” for all writing

“Istrata” for worldbuilding continent-building

“ask and ye shall receive” for asks

characters: Wasp, Laethil, Wayward P. Finch, Kalei, Casimir, Dacio, Rowan, Alistair Bonepriest, Lore, Profit, Coin, Yours Always, Bellos, Solstice, Evelyne, Kyros, Ram, Desiderium, Winona, Anatole Nightingale, Whisper, Camellia, Vee, Calixte, Ajax, Tserava, Asymmetry (Ase), Sylve, Rhys Kane, Khadirah, Vesper, Caribrahn, Lavael

Ships: Profit & Coin (Profit/Coin), Sollos (Solstice/Bellos), Youros (Yours/Kyros), Khevashase (Ase/Khelvana/Vasha), Carivrinde (Caribrahn/Vrinde), Tserajax (Tserava/Ajax), Desinona (Desiderium||Desire/Winona), Lavandreas (Lavael/Andreas), SpawnSlayer (Vesper/Julian)

#intro #oc blog #ocs #writing

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just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi · 4 years ago

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You don't have to do this, but what if you wrote the scene where Brody was Dylan's stress reliever? >:) Like I said, just a suggestion.

[Why, of course, Anon! I am nothing if not a sucker for following prompts sent to me. No editing - we die as MEN. Also: i’m using this as my first BTHB fill! - lifted by neck @badthingshappenbingo]

CW: violent beating, violent/angry whumper, pet whump, collar mention, blood mention, injury, swearing, ....Dylan...

[Masterlist]

Brody heard keys jingling the door and he rounded the corner excitedly. Samuel had gotten home early! He had finished his tasks hours ago, and he had just been sitting in the laundry room. He didn’t have anything to do in there, but it was as good a place to sit and wait as anywhere else.

And the fabric softener smelled nice.

His face was bright and hopeful, but it fell quickly. Very quickly.

Dylan was here, furious and striding towards him.

“O-oh, hello. Do, do you want a-“ Dylan grabbed Brody’s hair, yanking his head down into his knee as he raised it. He felt something deep inside his face crack before he felt the flood of pain, before he registered the sound he heard as coming from himself. Dylan grabbed the back of his shirt and threw him against the wall, knocking a picture frame off the wall. He knocked into it with a cry and crumpled to the ground, disoriented and head throbbing in pain.

“Fucking shitbag Chase, acting like he owns the place,” Dylan shouted as he dug kick after kick into Brody’s ribs with his heavy work boots. He tried to curl up, to protect himself, but the blows didn’t stop. They knocked the breath out of his lungs, and he nearly choked on blood as he tried to gasp for breath.

“You know I’ve been with the company longer than you have, right?! Just because you were hot stuff at your old placement doesn’t mean that you can come in here and boss me around!” He gave one last kick, and Brody felt another snap inside him. He cried out, voice grating.

It was the wrong move.

“Oh, you don’t like that?” Dylan growled, crouching over. If a flash of pure adrenaline, Brody scrambled back and away, down the hall towards the kitchen. Dylan’s face twisted with rage, overcoming the boy in just a few steps.

“Oh no you don’t. You know better than to run away from me. Or least, if you didn’t before, you’ll know now.”

Brody cowered away, raising his hands to try and defend his already bleeding and bruised face. Dylan picked up his foot and stomped it into the middle of Brody’s chest. Brody’s body curled up around it from the force, knocking the newly found breath out of his lungs again and squeezing a weak cry from him.

Dylan lifted his foot only to reach down and grab Brody by his shirt collar. He was so disoriented, so overwhelmed with pain, that he couldn’t even keep his head up. It lulled back, bell on his collar making a small tinkling sound.

The noise enraged Dylan even further.

“God, I hate that stupid fucking bell. Sam probably bought it just to mess with me,” he growled shoving Brody back down with a thud.

“P-ple-ase,” Brody whimpered, unable to think of what he was even pleading for anymore. For it to stop? For Dylan to knock him unconscious? For Samuel to come home?

Wordlessly, Dylan unbuckled Brody’s collar. One hand grabbed Brody’s jaw, the other twisted back into the boy’s hair. With one furious motion, he wrenched Brody’s jaw open and shoved the bell so far into the boy’s mouth he gagged on it.

“Shut. Up! Sam loves to go on and on about how he got a pet that was ‘pre-trained’ for him, but I think you’re fucking shit at it,” he spit at he buckled the leather collar around his head like a gag.

None of the words that been hurled at him hurt so far, but those sunk deep. He was trying. He was trying his hardest. Tears already ran down his face, but Brody could feel a strange sense of shame burn underneath them. Not shame at being someone else’s stress relief toy, not the shame of having his own collar used as a gag, but shame in that he wasn’t a very good pet.

Dylan’s hand wrapped around his throat and pulled, lifting him up in the air. His hands few to Dylan’s wrist, instinct and panic taking over. His socked feet scrambled to find the tile of the kitchen, but it was centimetres away.

Centimetres too far.

He scratched and dug at Dylan’s hands as the corners of his vision started to go dark. Dylan squeezed, cutting off his airflow even further. He didn’t hold him for long, however, slamming his back into the wall again. He raised Brody a little higher just to drop him.

“You know you’re a spoiled brat, right? God, he’s so soft on you and you really don’t deserve it. If you were mine, I don’t think you could make it twenty minutes between punishments. People wouldn’t even know what you looked like you’d be so black and blue.”

Brody lay in a pile of limbs on the floor. The world around him was spinning, and he couldn’t tell if he was too. The pain in his head was sharp and throbbing in unison with the pain in his chest and neck. He could feel a stab in his lungs when he breathed, and his entire torso felt like it was bruised. He didn’t even realize that Dylan had walked away until he came back.

He had grabbed the first thing that he could find; an extension cord from Samuel’s office. He snapped it across Brody’s face once like a whip, leaving a thin welt across his cheek and splitting his lip. Brody tried to raise a hand to deflect another lash, but he could barely move his arms, let alone defend himself.

Dylan grabbed his wrist and then the other, yanking him up into a sitting position. He wrapped the cord around tightly, Brody’s fingers already feeling hot and swollen. Brody had had his wrists tied before, cuffs, rope, zip-ties, and even one of his old Master’s ties once, but the cord was the tightest out of all of them.

A high-pitched ringing drowned out everything else after Dylan slammed his head back down into the floor. His eyes felt so, so heavy and his vision was blurry. He turned his head as if he was underwater, just in time to see the boot coming towards his face.

He passed out, but Dylan didn’t care.

He didn’t need the pet to be awake to be stress relief.

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purplehairedwonder · 4 years ago

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Hearts With(out) Chains Chapter 8

Fandom: One Piece Rating: PG-13 Pairings: Gen (eventual Lawlu) Words: 3629 Characters: Trafalgar Law, Monkey D. Luffy, Nico Robin, Usopp, Sanji, Vergo Note: I’m taking my turn at the Corazon!Law AU because my brain won’t leave me alone until this is written down. Tags will be updated as the chapters come out.

The story title is based on the Ellie Goulding song “Hearts Without Chains.”

Summary: Law is reclaimed by the Family when he's 17 and, with Doflamingo holding the lives of his crew as collateral for his good behavior, eventually becomes the third Corazon. Years later, trapped by his impossible situation, Law finds a strange connection to Monkey D. Luffy, which offers a glimpse of something he's repeatedly had ripped away from him: hope.

Previous chapters: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

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Robin watched as Luffy came out of the infirmary, a smile on his face as he shut the door behind him. She’d left an ear on the desk, disguised by her book, and she had to admit she was surprised by the conversation—especially that Luffy had gotten their guest (prisoner, despite what Luffy wanted) to volunteer his name. During her time with the Revolutionary Army, she’d known of many attempts by the Revolutionaries and others to learn Corazon’s real name. She filed the name Trafalgar Law away to look into later while once more marveling at her captain’s ability to read—and reach—people.

She rose from her seat and walked over to Luffy, who’d been intercepted by Usopp just outside the door.

“So, what happened?” Usopp was asking, glancing between Luffy and the closed door.

“We talked,” Luffy said, entwining his fingers behind his head. “Torao’s a good guy!”

Usopp frowned. “Torao?”

“Shishishi,” Luffy chuckled. “His name!”

Bemused, Usopp glanced at Robin, who smiled. “I believe our captain convinced Corazon to reveal his real name.”

“Why would he do that?”

“Because I asked,” Luffy replied as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. Perhaps it was to him. Usopp sputtered, and Robin patted his shoulder.

“Usopp’s right, though.” They looked up to see Sanji emerge from the kitchen. He was still moving carefully, but he looked much better than when they’d first arrived outside the lab. “Names have power, and that guy’s been going by an alias for years. Why share something so dangerous with his enemies?”

There were a number of potential answers to that question, but Robin had a feeling it was the Luffy Effect in action.

“We’re not enemies,” Luffy said, crossing his arms and frowning.

“He tried to kill us!” Usopp protested.

“He electrocuted me,” Sanji added, lighting a cigarette.

“And we have him locked up in Seastone,” Robin felt obliged to point out.

But Luffy shook his head. “Jimbei made it sound like he took a big risk helping us at Marineford. He said that Mingo guy would be angry, but he did it anyway.”

Robin knew the rumors about Doflamingo’s abilities, his crew, and his underground operations. His cruelty and brutality. Doflamingo saw his crew as a family, with his executives being his most trusted. And he did not stand for disloyalty in his Family. She could only imagine how he might have reacted to his second-in-command helping rival pirates.

“Luffy,” she said gently, waiting for her captain’s eyes to find her, “Corazon was already infamous when we met him on Sabaody. But over the last two years, his reputation has only gotten darker. They call him the Surgeon of Death.”

She had a feeling this wouldn’t dissuade him—little tended to once Luffy had made his mind up about something or someone—but she wanted to make sure he knew anyway.

As expected, Luffy shook his head again while Usopp spluttered in the background. “He saved me.”

There had been endless speculation over the last two years about why Corazon had saved Luffy and Jimbei, ranging from an attempted coup within the Family to a secret love affair (Robin had laughed aloud when this had been floated).

As she’d sat in the infirmary waiting for Corazon to regain consciousness, she found herself watching him. From what she could work out about him, he was a few years younger than her yet had risen to the rank of second in command of the Donquixote Pirates more than half a decade earlier; how young had he been when he had joined such an infamous pirate group to rise so high at such a young age? She knew a thing or two about joining criminal organizations and the way they took advantage of children.

Corazon’s defensiveness upon waking up had been unsurprising, and she again found herself wondering why he had saved Luffy—but then she’d seen the way he’d frozen when Luffy had entered the room, the breath catching in his throat and something in his expression. And he’d given Luffy his real name.

“Luffy,” Usopp said, pulling Robin from her thoughts, “the guy he works for owns this lab where they are experimenting on kids. He’s trying to protect that.”

Luffy huffed. “I don’t know how to explain it. I can just feel it,” he said, a hand going to his chest where the scar—from Corazon’s life-saving operation—was hidden under his winter coat. “I can feel that he’s a good person. He helped me, and I think maybe I’m supposed to help him.”

Robin exchanged glances with Sanji and Usopp. They all knew Luffy’s senses when it came to people were beyond rational explanation but somehow right. Robin in particular knew the power of Luffy’s intuition, having been saved from her own darkness because he wouldn’t let her go. If that intuition was telling him that Corazon—Trafalgar Law—was similarly important and worth helping, then there wasn’t much more to argue.

That was the Luffy Effect.

“Okay,” Robin said.

Sanji and Usopp took a moment longer but also nodded grudgingly. They might not understand it, but they’d trust their captain. (But, if need be, they’d protect him, too.)

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Once the door shut behind Straw Hat, Law dropped his head back against the wall and shut his eyes, suddenly exhausted. His head throbbed from the hit from Zoro’s blade, and he considered getting up to look for some painkillers in the infirmary supplies but decided it wasn’t worth the trouble. Outside the door, he could hear the Straw Hats talking, though he couldn’t make out what they were saying.

As he sat there, he couldn’t stop Straw Hat’s words from playing over and over in his mind.

“Jimbei said that you’d be in trouble with that Mingo guy for helping us, and I was worried. Were you? In trouble?”

“I fail to see how that matters.”

“But you helped me anyway. And I’m grateful! So, you’re a good guy. No matter what anyone says.”

“No, I’m really not. You should listen to Nico-ya.”

“Nope, I can feel it. Right here.”

Law had no illusions about what kind of person he was. He’d joined the Donquixote Pirates as a terminally ill ten-year-old, determined to do as much damage as he could before he died, and in many ways, he’d never outgrown that broken boy with bombs on his chest. He was the second in command to one of the biggest names in the slave trade, among other morally reprehensible operations. And though he was a doctor, he’d killed more than he’d saved, the letters tattooed on his fingers a promise as much as a warning.

Perhaps worst of all, though, he’d stopped feeling anything when he killed.

He shuddered to think what Cora-san would think of the man he’d become.

And yet, Straw Hat looked at him and—impossibly—saw something worthwhile. Felt that Law was something worthwhile. Felt it in the same place Law had felt the tug that pulled him to Marineford two years earlier.

What did it mean?

What did Law do with that?

The Seastone cuffs weighed heavily on his wrists, clanking as he opened his eyes and rubbed his face through his hands. He stared up at the ceiling, the words of his nakama from before his departure ringing through his head in the wake of Straw Hat’s declaration:

“I know you spooked when I lost my arm. But it’s not your fault.”

“You’re not this person you’ve let yourself become. They might think of you as Corazon, but to us, you’re Captain.”

Two years of pushing his crew away to protect them, of doing nothing to earn their trust or affection, yet they refused to give up on him. Like Straw Hat, they looked at him and saw something worthwhile. But how could Law accept that from them after what he’d cost them?

Despite what Violet said, Law knew he was, inside and out, Doflamingo’s creature. He knew what he saw when he looked in the mirror, the marks of claiming left on his skin and the emptiness in his eyes. After what he’d lost, Law was too tired to fight it any longer.

So why did people keep looking at him like he was anything but Doflamingo’s broken doll?

Law was startled from his reverie by a loud thud from the deck of the ship. He straightened as he heard the tone of the Straw Hats’ voices change in response to whatever had happened. Punk Hazard was unfriendly territory for them and full of more hazards than they could have known about when they anchored on the island. And most things unfriendly to the Straw Hats should be friendly to Law as Joker’s second.

Law rose and made his way to the door in an attempt to hear more clearly. He was wondering at the odds of using this distraction to search for the key to his cuffs when a familiar voice responded to the Straw Hats’ demands of who he was. Law’s stomach dropped.

“—ase commander of G-5,” Vergo was saying as Law pulled open the infirmary door.

The Straw Hats looked back at him, surprised, but Law ignored them, his eyes focused on Vergo. Vergo inclined his head when Law appeared, which was not a good sign.

“Torao, you should—”

“What are you doing here, Vergo?” Law demanded over Straw Hat.

“You two know each other?” Long Nose asked, glancing between them nervously.

“Your ally?” Black Leg asked, stance turning defensive. “But he’s a Marine.”

There was no way Vergo was here to help Law. But why had he come? Doffy hadn’t wanted him to blow his cover; that the entire reason for sending Law to Punk Hazard in the first place.

“It seems Joker was right to send me to check on your allegiance, Corazon,” Vergo said, lips twisting mockingly around the title he’d once worn himself. “I’ve been warning him for years that you were disloyal, and now I find you defecting.”

Law’s eyes narrowed, and he raised his shackled wrists. “Does this look like defecting, Vergo?” he hissed. Not that it would make a difference; Law was certain Vergo didn’t actually think he had defected. “I’m a prisoner.”

Vergo smirked. “No matter. All Joker needs to know is that I found his favorite plaything standing with the very crew whose captain he betrayed Joker to save two years ago.” His expression darkened. “And don’t forget the -san, boy.”

Law flinched at being called a plaything.

“What’s going on?” Straw Hat asked, frowning between the two. Law ignored him.

“What do you think Joker will do to your crew when he hears you betrayed him again?” Vergo went on.

Law felt the color drain from his face. “You son of a bitch.”

Straw Hat turned to look directly at Law, his expression turning concerned when he saw that Law had gone pale. “Torao—”

Turning his back on Vergo was a mistake. Law’s eyes widened as Vergo drew his bamboo stick, and, as he surged forward, coated it with haki. He swung at Straw Hat’s exposed back. Straw Hat sensed him coming, but Vergo’s speed took him off-guard; Vergo swung his bamboo, and Straw Hat tried to dodge but took enough of a blow to his side that it knocked him off-balance. He yelped in surprise as Vergo swung again, sending him over the ship’s railing into the water below.

Law inhaled sharply as Long Nose and Black Leg both cursed. Long Nose turned to Black Leg.

“Stay with Robin,” he said before taking a running leap and jumping overboard after his sinking captain.

Without missing a beat, Black Leg and Nico Robin took defensive postures in front of Law. Law looked at their backs in disbelief. Why? Why would they help him?

“I have no quarrel with you,” Vergo said to them. “Step aside. This is Family business.”

Black Leg snorted in disbelief, and Nico Robin smiled in that knowing way of hers. “Donquixote Doflamingo wouldn’t want it known he has a spy so high up in the Marines. You won’t let us go.”

Vergo straightened his glasses. “You caught me. But if you step aside, I’ll make your deaths quick.”

“I don’t think so,” Black Leg replied.

Vergo frowned, clearly as confused as Law himself. “Why would you protect him? He tried to kill you.”

So Vergo saw the fight. He must have followed Law from Dressrosa, leaving right behind him. That bastard was just looking for an excuse to cut Law down and finish what he’d started on Minion Island. Had Doffy told him to come, or was Vergo acting on his own?

“Our idiot captain seems to like him,” Black Leg replied with a shrug.

Law started as Nico Robin gave him a small smile before turning back to Vergo. “And Luffy is a very good judge of character. Even if we don’t understand his reasons at first.”

Law’s breath caught in his throat.

Vergo hefted his bamboo. “So be it.”

He charged once more, swinging his bamboo at Nico Robin. Black Leg intercepted the blow with his leg. Vergo fell back and Black Leg charged in a flurry of kicks. Vergo met him blow for blow until the two stopped in the middle of the deck, legs locked. Law winced at the sound of cracking bone. Black Leg slumped, and Law momentarily regretted hitting him with Counter Shock earlier.

“Sanji-kun!” Nico Robin called, worried.

“Where’s the key to these cuffs?” Law demanded urgently as Vergo turned back toward them. He did not want to be defenseless again with Vergo bearing down on him. And he was not going to let Vergo kill Nico Robin for protecting him. Too many people had been hurt or killed protecting Law, and he didn’t deserve any of it.

“Usopp has it,” she said, glancing toward the railing.

“Great,” Law muttered.

As Vergo approached, Nico Robin summoned giant hands, creating a wall between them and Vergo. Law knew it wouldn’t hold against Vergo’s Demon Bamboo. She winced as Vergo slammed against it, the structure shaking under his strength.

“Take Black Leg-ya and get out of here,” Law told her. Hopefully, Long Nose had rescued Straw Hat by now, and they could recover on shore. Vergo would let her go, at least temporarily; he was here because of Law, after all.

She looked at him, startled. “And leave you? You’re powerless.”

“You have no reason to protect me, Nico-ya. I tried to kill your friends. I wouldn’t have stopped, either.” She winced again as the wall trembled against Vergo’s onslaught. “We may both work for Doflamingo, but Vergo wouldn’t hesitate to kill me if given the chance. And now he has the chance.” He shook his head. “Get out of here and regroup with your crew. This is Family business.”

Nico Robin opened her mouth to reply but was interrupted by bamboo tearing through her wall. She cried out as the wall collapsed. Vergo met Law’s eye and smirked. Law gasped in pain and surprise as, in a flash, bamboo met his side and sent him flying into the ship’s railing. Slowly, he pushed himself upright and blinked against his spinning vision in time to see Vergo grab Nico Robin by the neck.

“Demon Child Nico Robin,” he said. “I should kill you, but I have a feeling Joker could make good use of you.”

“No thanks,” she choked out between gasps. “I have a crew.”

Vergo simply laughed—a sound that made Law’s skin crawl—and flung her across the deck. She slammed into Black Leg, who was struggling to balance with a fractured leg, and the pair were knocked into the far wall.

Law pushed himself to his feet. Vergo turned to look at him, the malice radiating from him palpable on the winter air. If Law had access to his powers, he would have no problem taking Vergo on. But with the Seastone shackles blocking him from his Fruit and draining his strength, he was as helpless in the face of Vergo’s rage now as he had been as a sick child—and they both knew it.

Vergo moved and suddenly Law’s back slammed into the wall, a haki-clad hand around his throat. Law’s feet dangled off the ground as he struggled to breathe. He grasped at Vergo’s wrist, struggling vainly to loosen the grip stealing his air.

“I’ve been waiting for this for a long time, Law.”

“Beating a terminally-ill child nearly to death wasn’t enough for you?” Law wheezed. It somehow seemed fitting that Vergo would finish the job he’d started on a winter island on the winter side of Punk Hazard. There was a feeling of things coming full circle as the snow fell around them.

“Once a traitor, always a traitor,” Vergo growled. “You’ve never been good enough for Doffy. Yet he brings you back and elevates you to his right hand.”

As darkness encroached on the edges of Law’s vision, it hit him that Vergo wasn’t simply holding a grudge about Cora-san’s betrayal. Since Law’s return to the Family nearly a decade earlier, Doffy had kept Law close, giving him no opportunities for betrayal. Holding Law’s crew hostage, he’d groomed Law—teaching him, training him, even fucking him. He did everything to make sure his ownership of Law was complete. Law had hated every moment of it—the only freedom he’d found was leaving Dressrosa on the Polar Tang with his crew on missions—but Vergo was jealous.

Law croaked out a disbelieving laugh at the realization.

Vergo frowned. “What’s so funny?”

“I didn’t take you for the jealous type, Vergo.”

Vergo snarled wordlessly and tightened his grip. Law gasped, feeling what little strength he had leaving him. His lungs screamed, he was light-headed, and his eyes started to close.

Would it really be so bad if Vergo killed him now? It would end nearly a decade of hell, the daily physical and emotional torture that had beaten him down to the point of pushing his nakama away…

Law’s eyes flew open at the thought of his nakama. He couldn’t die and leave them alone to face Doffy’s retribution. He couldn’t die without them knowing how much they meant to him, that even if he’d been a poor excuse for a captain, there was no greater honor than leading them.

A sudden fire burning in his chest, Law’s gaze sharpened, and he dropped his hands from Vergo’s wrist. Vergo looked at him in confusion—clearly, he’d thought Law had been about to succumb—and Law took his moment of distraction to loop the Seastone shackles over Vergo’s neck and cross his arms to tighten them with his waning strength. Vergo didn’t have a Devil Fruit so the Seastone wouldn’t affect him, but he would feel the bite of metal into his skin.

In his current position, Law didn’t have enough strength to truly strangle Vergo, but the move was enough to startle Vergo and cause pain. Reflexively, he loosened his grip, and Law gulped in the delicious, frigid air. Letting go of Law’s neck, Vergo grabbed Law’s arms.

“Let go,” he growled.

“You can’t kill me, Vergo,” Law rasped.

Vergo regarded him through those sunglasses. “Why not?” He only had to strain a bit to speak against Law’s attempted strangulation.

“Doffy has plans for my death, and we both know it.”

The surprise was evident on Vergo’s features. “How did you know—”

Law scoffed. “You don’t think I know why they call the Ope Ope no Mi the ultimate Devil Fruit? Kill me now and Doffy will have to look for the Fruit all over again if he wants that operation.”

Law never intended to go through with the operation, but it was leverage Vergo couldn’t ignore.

“Doffy always says you’re too clever for your own good,” Vergo said, lips curling in distaste. But Law knew he had the other man; Vergo was completely devoted to Doffy, and he wouldn’t do anything to risk his master’s chance of receiving immortality.

In one sudden motion, Vergo let go of Law’s arms and grabbed the chain wrapped around his neck. He pulled it free and held the chain above his head, leaving Law dangling in midair by the wrists. Law hissed in surprise.

“Now what, Vergo-san?” Law asked, sneering the oft-demanded honorific.

“I take you back to Dressrosa, a fallen traitor,” Vergo taunted. “Doffy will finally see you for what you are—nothing better than his miserable excuse for a brother. You can watch Doffy slowly destroy your crew one by one. Maybe he’ll even make you kill some of them.” He sounded amused at the prospect. “And then he’ll make you beg to perform the Perennial Youth operation—and only then will you die, doing one useful thing in your miserable life.”

Chest clenching, Law thought of his crew. Of kind Bepo. Of goofy Shachi. Of brave Penguin. Penguin’s words came back then, sharp and pointed.

“You want to pull that, maybe you should start acting like a captain again.”

No. I won’t let that happen. He was done failing them as their captain.

His eyes flew open as Vergo’s haki-coated fist connected with his stomach. The breath left his lungs—again—and he would have curled in on himself if he wasn’t hanging in midair. Vergo let go of the chain and Law dropped to the grass of the Thousand Sunny’s deck. He looked up in time to see Vergo’s bamboo coming right for his head.

“Torao!” he heard in the distance.

Then nothing.

Next chapter

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jar-full-of-pixel-hearts · 5 years ago

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Sugar Kiss Part 2

Part 1

Space Force Netflix

Fuck Tony Scarapiducci x Reader

Notes: I tried my best to stay accurate to the character of F. Tony and really hope you will like the way I write him. A comment will be really appreciated.

If you had some idea for a cute mood board header for this , just let me know !

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.

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The light of the sun was pouring by the large windows of the front of the store. Splashing the pastel navy blue walls,making the pearly white tables glow and giving to the cupcakes, cakes and other pastries in the display a halo like a foodie filter.

Placing the last maple bacon donuts in the white box of your twelve specialties,you quickly closed the top before giving it to the last customers of this mid journey rush.

Even if the bakery had a regular flow of customers during the day. The most important part was usually in the morning, giving to the soldiers and citizens a breakfast on the go with a healthy / unhealthy muffin or a sugar rush with a little pastry, often joined by a coffee. The second was more in the middle of the afternoon, where the hard work of the day wakes up the craving of sugar, or, when dinner invitations are set and the idea of buying a cake for dessert in the simplest and laziest part of the preparation.

“ Here you go, have a nice day and please come back soon “ You finish the transaction, offering him a professional smile.

“ Thank you, have a good day too“ The man replied, pushing the exit door.

“ We just sold the last maple bacon donuts, but we still have some maple bacon square “ You inform Amber, the youngest member of your staff, working that day in the kitchen.

“ I can make another batch if you want “ She offert, watching you from the kitchen door put the little sold out card in the donuts display.

“ No, we will just make more tomorrow “ You reply, giving a glance to the large window where you can see the cars of news customers taking their place in the parking lot.

“ Okay, the eclairs are almost ready ! “

Your comeback in the small town of Wild Horse in Colorado, three years ago, wasn’t really what you expected of life. At least for the first years. Sure, a good part of your family was there and you hadn’t to deal with most of the problems of living in a big city. But, as a baker, the job opportunity was a little bit restricted, forcing you sometimes to work from home, using your own small kitchen.

Until last year. You were coming back from a personal delivery for a customer when you saw it. An empty store for rent, the perfect little shop for your cake and other sweets.

Helped by your uncle Brad and his wife. You started your small business, ending soon to meet a bigger success that expected. Mostly due to the sweet tooth of the many soldiers of the new military space base, your hard work and the fact that everybody in that little town knew how good your pastry was.

It takes you almost a month of running from the kitchen to the service counter and your generous but tired aunt, to realize you needed help. It was a true chance that Sylvia and Patrick, who were moving in town with their military partner, were searching for a baker job. Amber, at the time, was finishing school and wanted some work experience before trying to explore the world by herself.

Giving a glance at your phone, watching for a possible notification, you sadly put it back in the pocket of you apron. One week has passed since your last interaction with F. Tony via the Space Force Twitter and a small part of you, you had to admit, were secretly scared that he decided to stop the little game of tweet.

Never did it occur to you that he didn’t know that you were behind Moonlight Cake and his Twitter. After all, you both meet during one of your visits to your uncle. Did he never watch the cake box you carried ?

Well, to be fair, you didn’t either notice or remember a lot of things other than him that day.

The time was rainy and it was one of the first times you visited the work space of Brad. You knew that you crossed the path of some of your regular customers and that the low grade general was constantly talking about something you can’t remember. You somewhere get introduced to the general Naird who manages to be polite but exasperated of your civil presence at the same time.

But, your attention had suddenly been caught by the tall man in the light blue suit, tapping on his phone, contouring the solar system art piece like a pro before standing behind the four star general.

You knew at the first look on this hair gel, silk tie and leather shoes that this man wasn’t coming from town. Not that the mens of Wild Horse were ugly. Few were, in your opinion, actually kind of cute if you like the rural style, and they certainly could put together a suit and a tie if the occasion needed it. But, they still could never look as awesome as him.

“ Y/N, it’s F. Tony, F. Tony it’s Y/N my niece” Your uncle Brad introduces, his reserved voice telling you partly his opinion on the man.

“ Fuck Anthony Scarapiducci Media Manager. Really glad to meet you “ He continu, lifting his hand to shake yours, caughting your gaze with his sparkly brown eyes.

In that instant, in front of this white smile, you had the fastest crush of your life. You had tried to hide it as much as you could, smiling as you shaked his hand and hoped to not look like a fool.

“ Nice to meet you Mr. Scarapiducci, glad to meet you too” You had replied, secretly wondering if you seemed too casual in your jeans and loose blouse.

“ F. Tony please, or just Tony...Will you work with us ? “ He had kindly asked, putting his phone in his pocket.

“ No, actually I have a little store in town, I was just passing by to give my uncle some lemon squares “

“ That's so sweet of you, visiting your old uncle like that “

“ I’m not that old F. Tony…” Brad had vainly protested.

The general Naird had suddenly talked, cutting your conversation, ordering at Tony to come with him on his office for a thing he called a stupid meeting.

“ Follow us on Twitter and I hope to see you around sometimes “ The tall man told you, walking backward for a bit, following the quick path of the military man without turning his back.

Smiling, you waved your hand and promised to come back often.

And then, maybe a week later, the first tweet from Space Force to Moonlight cake came and you simply thought he knew. After all, he was always so nice and flirty each time that you visit the base. As well as in his tweet to the bakery.

The fact that he didn’t, took you by surprise. You knew that you could have simply answered him that you were behind Moonlight cake, but, the idea of making him discover by twitter had seemed more safer and tempting at the same time.

But now, after a week without an answer, you start to doubt that it was a good thing to do.

Serving the last customer of the day, you slowly turn the open card to close. Another good day over.

“ Y/N,I made a preparation in the fridge for tomorrow. If you don’t need me I will go home“ The voice of Amber calling you from the kitchen she just finished to clean.

“ Yes you can leave, thank you for today !” You answer, taking out the money of the cash register and putting it on the safe.

“ See you tomorrow, don’t work to late “

Waving of the hand, you promise, cleaning the counter of the others hand.

Keeping you busy with the cleanup of the store, trying to think of nothing other than the preparation for the next day, you suddenly stand up, the table you were cleaning forgotten.

In front of the glass door, a unusual shy smile on his lips, Fuck Tony Scarapiducci was waving at you.

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A RAT YEAR

previous years: THE MOON REPRESENTS MY HEART :: 2019 A SONG THAT DEGRADES EACH TIME YOU PLAY IT :: 2018 A CHURCH AND JOHN LENNON’S “IMAGINE” :: 2017 SIKH DEVOTIONAL MUSIC :: 2016 SPOOKY BLACK :: 2015

Not just other people, the sight of other people on the subway or bus, walking carefree down the street, lost in their music, emitting auras, and I’m wondering what that music is. Not just music, I miss the stories, the way we gather around a sound as though it’s a flame, the way other sounds, triggering other other sounds, can shatter and send us. Not a sound, but a volume I miss is when you’re at a club or a show, and you’re trying to tell someone something, and you’re conscious of not wanting to shout directly in their ear, since you know a polite whisper will get drowned out by the music, and so you (or, in this case, I) resort to a loud mutter, or you emphasize the most important words and hope they can fill in the rest, or you tiptoe your sentence through the noise, guiding whatever you’re saying in between the quiet spaces of the music. Not music, but a sound I thought about a lot this year was a young Black man killed by the cops, his name was Elijah McClain, and he used to play the violin to comfort stray cats. Not playing the violin, rather sawing open this world to reveal one somewhere else that I’d like to believe exists. IF ONLY THIS HAD EXISTED WHEN I WAS LEARNING CELLO AS A TEENAGER Clarice Jensen, The experience of repetition as death PER USUAL: MY FAVORITE HARP RECORDINGS OF 2020 (HORSEHAIR CATEGORY) Rhodri Davies, Telyn Rawn

FAVORITE HARP (PEDAL) Dezron Douglas and Brandee Younger, Force Majeure MOST LISTENED-TO ALBUMS THAT FELT INSTANTLY FAMILIAR AND WELCOMING Duval Timothy, Help Jeff Parker, Suite for Max Brown MOST LISTENED-TO ALBUM THAT CONFUSED AND DELIGHTED ME ANEW EACH TIME, IT SOUNDS LIKE NOTHING ELSE Still House Plants, Fast Edit ROOKIE OF THE YEAR KeiyaA, Forever, Ya Girl FREE JAZZMATAZZ Boldy James and Sterling Toles, Manger on McNichols

FREQUENTLY SUBLIME...MOTORBIKES, RICKSHAWS, CHAOS THROUGH WEAK CLOCK RADIO SPEAKERS 3Phaz, Three Phase EARTH HEALED HERSELF Gaia Tones, #002 Chains/Shackles BUT ESPECIALLY TRACK 4 ⣎⡇ꉺლ༽இ•̛)ྀ◞ ༎ຶ ༽ৣৢ؞ৢ؞ؖ ꉺლ, ooo　̟̞̝̜̙̘̗̖҉̵̴̨̧̢̡̼̻̺̹̳̲̱̰̯̮̭̬̫̪̩̦̥̤̣̠҈͈͇͉͍͎͓͔͕͖͙͚͜͢͢͢͢͢͢͢͢͢͢͢͢͢͢ͅ 　oʅ͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡(　؞ৢ؞ؙؖ⁽⁾˜ัิีึื์๎้็๋๊⦁0　̟̞̝̜̙̘̗̖҉̵̴̨̧̢̡̼̻̺̹̳̲̱̰̯̮̭̬̫̪̩̦̥̤̣̠҈͈͇͉͍͎͓͔͕͖͙͚͜͢͢͢͢͢͢͢͢͢͢͢͢͢͢ͅ 　ఠీੂ೧ູ࿃ूੂ I MISS THE NIGHTLIFE Julion De’Angelo and Viola Klein, We

ASK THE AGES Mary Halvorson’s Code Girl, Artlessly Falling

JOURNEY TO THE ONE Ambrose Akinmusire, on the tender spot of every calloused moment JOURNEY TO THE ONE, IN A RAINFOREST Matthew Halsall, Salute to the Sun BEST LIVE MUSIC Pharoah Sanders at Zebulon BEST OLD MUSIC Foul Play, Origins I OFTEN PUT THIS ON AND FORGET WHAT IT IS AND CYCLE THROUGH MY WINDOWS EXCITEDLY IN ORDER TO REMEMBER Alabaster DePlume, To Cy & Lee: Instrumentals, Vol. 1 WONDROUS...WE FLOATED OUT OF THERE...IS THIS HOW PEOPLE FEEL ABOUT ‘HAMILTON?’ American Utopia at the Hudson Theater ONLY POSITIVE VIBES Dougie Stu, Familiar Future Jeen Bassa, Cassava Pone R E S P E C T orion sun, “mama’s baby” I WOULD HAVE PLAYED THE SHIT OUT OF THIS BACK AT THE ENORMOUS ROOM drea the vibe dealer, priestess of vibrations SIM SIMMA (SLOW VERSION) Ruth Orhiunu, “Loving Goes Down” AT LES (VERSION) ọmọ igi, “Coco” and Prone2 THIS WAS THIS YEAR??? RMR, “Rascal” FLY AWAY Morray, “Quicksand” “I GOT POWER NOW I GOTTA SAY SOMETHING” Lil Baby, “The Bigger Picture”

LOVE IS ESSENTIAL Ian Isiah, “Loose Truth” STARING AT THE SUN Sharada Shashidhar, Rahu 2 BRIDGES MUSIC AND ARTS APPRECIATION POST THOUGH MY TASTES ARE ADMITTEDLY HELLA BASIC COMPARED TO THE SHOP’S GENERAL ETHOS AND VIBE NYZ, OLD TRX [87-93] Conrad Pack, Stations of Control I CAN’T BELIEVE I FUCKING FELL FOR "CHOPPED AND SCREWED WILCO” Chopstars x Barry Jenkins, Yankee Purple Foxtrot OR “JAZZY CLUB MUSIC”...BUT I DID SW., Night PROBABLY THE BEST THING I BOUGHT THIS YEAR Angel Bat Dawid, “Transition East” 7-inch bundled with Emma Warren’s wondrous Make Some Space and Piotr Orlov’s killer manifesto ANNUAL “THING I DISCOVERED THROUGH BEING FRIENDS WITH/FOLLOWING ORLOV” Ase Manual, Black Liquid Electronics HEADHUNTERS Jadakiss f/ Pusha T, “Huntin Season�� ”I WAS LEFT BACK LIKE EVRA” Tion Wayne x Dutchavelli x Stormzy, “I Don’t Know” 56 BARS Lil Eazzyy, “Onna Come Up” ALFA ROMEO / FUEGO / I’M ON MY WAY, YO / WACO / ALFREDO / SCOTT BAIO / MAYO / MAINO Roc Marciano, “Downtown 81″ I WILL ALWAYS LIKE THE VULNERABLEST SONG ON YOUR PROJECT ZahSosaa, “Emotions” THIS BEAT GOES TO ELEVEN Heem Sosa, “Expose You” SAME, BUT WEST COAST YeloHill, “Tales From the Hood” BEST NEW DRONES FUJI||||||||||TA, iki

BEST OLD WOBBLES Skream, Unreleased Classics 2002-2003 JOURNEY TO SATCHIDANANDA Deradoorian, Find the Sun VERVE’S “SLIDE AWAY” VIDEO Raymond Richards, The Lost Art of Wandering THE OPENING SECONDS OF “HOLY ARE YOU” Corey Fuller, Sanctuary SHOPPING CARTS CRASHING FOREVER HPRIZM, Loops Are a Form of Meditation I MEAN IT’S CALLED Chris Crack, White People Love Algorithms $ilkmoney, Attack of the Future Shocked, Flesh Covered, Meatbags of the 85 A NICE LOOSIE Ryuji Ono, “Should Be There” SOME THINGS YOU LISTEN TO A LOT BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW THE BEAT AND VERSES WORK, AND WHETHER IT IS INTENTIONAL Choose Up Cheese x ShittyBoyz, “Shitty Cheese” I HAVE NO IDEA WHY I BOUGHT THIS BUT THE GENRE TAG IS “POPOL VUH” Ñaka Ñaka, “Thorny Place” ANNUAL MOOD HUT INSTANT CLASSIC CZ Wang, Neo Image, “Just Off Wave/Open Mic Beat” IS THIS BETTER THAN THE ORIGINAL?? 岩本清顕 Kiyoaki Iwamoto, “Love Will Tear Us Apart” ONE OF THE BEST SONGS OF ALL TIME IS Lim Giong, “A Pure Person”

WHICH SADLY COULD NOT BE INCLUDED ON this Pure Person collection of covers by Taiwanese artists (as well as LG’s own spiritual sequel to the original) that is an incredible vibe FREE GUZHENG Mindy Meng Wang 王萌, An Improvisation Through Time and Space 穿越时光的即兴 I KNEW NOTHING ABOUT THIS SOUNDTRACK OR FILM BUT IT IS FANTASTIC Carman Moore, Personal Problems OST THE BEST GENRE OF MUSIC IS SADE patten x sade 54D3 SECOND BEST: LATE 80s/EARLY 90s UK STREET SOUL Soul Connection, Street Soul BRONZE: SEAN PAUL ASSAULTED BY JUNGLISMS Gallery S, “I’m Still in Love Restructure”

SPEAKING OF BLARES Standing on the Corner, “Angel” ONLY GOT TO SEE STANDING ON THE CORNER TWICE THIS YEAR 2/7/20 :: Black Music Future :: NYU 2/21/20 :: Artists on Artists :: Studio Museum BUT THIS SUFFICES Standing on the Corner, “Zolo Go” SONG OF EVERY YEAR

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