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lisafrankenstan · 1 month

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As much as I love the relationship between Lisa and the creature, I wanted to think about what it looked like to interpret this movie less literally, and instead, through a lens of someone dissociating and reclaiming their agency through action after severe trauma and alienation.

It’s on the long side, but I’m having fun using my brain again for the first time in ages, so let me know what you think! Totally open to different interpretations; the beauty of art is that it isn’t finished until we witness it and it can mean different things to everyone.

Spoilers under the cut (I’m learning how to use this site, slowly!)

Lisa is introduced to us as quiet, unsure, awkward. Her initial movements while getting ready for the party are even stilted, and in the car she’s very quiet and dreamy-sounding. This is not a person who moves through the world fully in her body. When she talks about not wanting anyone to be forgotten, she’s clearly talking about herself and her mother, because the current familial situation was rushed, even when described by Taffy, its most avid proponent.

Her interactions at the party are negative - Tamara embarrasses her in front of Michael and then drugs her, Doug acts protective but then assaults her *as she talks about her dead mother,* sending her into a horrific trip.

Directly after she stumbles through the graveyard to the headstone and said she wishes she was with Creature, the lightning strike happens — right as she breaks the mirror, fracturing her consciousness.

The dream sequence shows gum, sticking dream!Lisa in her silent film form (selective mutism) to a stone shaped like a person - impenetrable and impossible to kill because he’s already dead.

When the Creature appears, he’s been buried, he’s rotted and falling apart. The song from the dream (Strange by Galaxie 500) plays as she speaks with him against her better judgment. She’s externalized everything about herself that feels damaged and unlovable -the literal scars and decay, the silence, and the violence. He hands her mom’s rosary back to her - indicating his connection to her trauma.

She remarks on how she hasn’t spoken this much in ages, and immediately starts nurturing him in the way no one nurtures her. The dress-up montage is, albeit a silly send up, an addressing of her loss of identity. She stores him in a closet decorated with a famous silent film still from Trip to the Moon (1902) done in glow-in-the-dark, signifying things she hasn’t explored yet but stays aware of, and she’s still trying to maintain that barrier.

The outfit he chooses for her is dark, powerful, and commanding, unlike her other articles.

Janet’s outburst and threat signify a paradigm shift from her perceiving herself as alienated to seeing herself as predated.

She appears shocked at Janet’s death, but embraces it fully after being soothed for a moment. Each death opens her up more - expressively AND emotionally. She dances with the creature made whole, and that’s the first time we hear her laugh open-throated. She’s fully chosen to stop hating herself and place the blame externally, shown when she justifies the events to Creature and the talk after the ‘massage.’

Her attitude shifts, adopting a braggadocio and her hair becomes more and more uncontrolled with her ego, and flowier, darker fabrics are used until the marriage/love scene with Creature - as they are made one, she is in a white shift and made pure by her imminent death.

#lisa frankenstein #cole sprouse #kathryn newton #diablo cody #liza soberano #zelda williams #creature

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lovelytsunoda · 9 months

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goldeneye // pierre gasly (secret agent au!)

summary: she’s high ranking mi-6, and he’s the french intelligence thorn in her side. but to take down international arms dealer christian horner, they may need to work together, or risk losing their target altogether

pairing: pierre gasly x female secret agent! reader

warnings: typical spy movie things (knives, physical violence, espionage, christian horner is the bad guy, fashionable weaponry and gadgets), pierre gets a bad rap for being french. allusions to sex, fake marriage trope , goes from 0 to 100 real fucking fast.

see reflections on the water // m ore than darkness in the depths // see him surface in every shadow // on the wind I feel his breath // goldeneye, I found his weakness // goldeneye, he'll do what I please // goldeneye, no time for sweetness // but a bitter kiss will bring him to his knees

part i: the chateau

the echo of her high heels against the floor was deafening as she strode across the chateau, attempting to ignore the chattering of voices around her.

parties had never been her thing, especially not ones frequented by europes top criminal masterminds.

“no eyes on horner and we’ve been here for an hour.” she muttered quietly, hoping that the earpiece could pick up her voice as she grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter “and my feet fucking hurt in these shoes. why couldn’t you have sent lewis in?”

“because horner knows my face. my op got blown last year.” lewis sighed. “you were still working in the lab, so very few people outside the agency know who you are.”

she wasn’t a field agent, she shouldn’t be there at all. she’d graduated top of her class from cambridge with a degree in mechanical engineering, and she basically kept mi-6 from falling apart. every time an agent credited a gadget with saving their life, there was a ninety percent chance the gadget was one of hers.

but alas, after project silver arrow had gone belly-up, and special agent lewis hamiltons identity was touted to the red bull conglomerate, lead by none other than international arms dealer christian horner, and agent george russell was shot in the shoulder on mission in budapest, she was the only agent left who’s identity was still a secret.

three weeks of training later and she was here in france, wearing stilettos that head heels that doubled as knives, in a billowing green dress that made her stick out like a sore thumb.

it was no secret that horner has a wandering eye, despite being married to one of the biggest pop stars of the mid nineties. after all else had failed, the agency wondered if a honey trap would be the best way to catch the man in the act.

frankly, the thought of getting into bed with him made her feel sick to her stomach.

"turn your head slowly, look at the man in the black suit, three oclock." lewis' voice crackled to life. "he's been watching you all night, and i'm not getting good vibes."

she turned her head, almost gagging on her champagne.

"i said turn your head slowly, kiddo. he's probably harmless, but just in case, i don't want him knowing you're on to him."

catching her eye, the man in the suit took off down a side hallway, abruptly brushing past three waiters in the process and knocking a platter of oysters to the floor.

"that was odd." lewis mused. "i know you'll want to follow him, so just keep a safe distance. do not engage the target."

"what if he's going straight to horner?" she worried, hurrying as much as she could on stiletto heels to follow the mystery man out of teh chateau.

"keep your cool and use the panic button if you have to."

she marched down the hallway, leaving her empty champagne bottle on a tray next to the revolving kitchen door as she balled up her dress skirt, pulling it away from her heels as she made her way down the hall.

she found the man outside, he was leaning against a stone balcony. from underneath the layers of fine italian craftsmanship he was wearing, it would take a fool to miss how broad and built the man was.

"stay away from horner." he spoke with a thick french accent, his voice carrying over the breeze as she walked towards him. "he's dangerous. you don't know what you're getting into."

she raised an eyebrow, settling in next to him against the balustrade, rock warm against her bare hands. "who is it that you think i am?"

"does it matter? a wannabe model, a movie star. the kind of bullshit that clings to fame and fortune, no matter what the cost, and you end up getting taken advantage of along the way. trust me, christian horner would eat you alive." he turned to look at her and she got a glimpse of his sad eyes, the stubble around his jawline. the poof of his brunette hair. "so leave while you still can, mon cher."

“bait him, y/n.” lewis encouraged. “find out what he knows, but do not give yourself away.”

she took a deep breath, sitting on the balustrade and crossing one leg over the other, fingers tapping against the heels of her shoes. “what if I know exactly what I’m getting into? christian horner is a very wealthy, very powerful man. i know about jeddah, and I know about lusail.”

lusail had been the base for project silver arrows. horner had been attempting to sell arms to rebel groups in qatar, and lewis had been attempting to pose as a foreign buyer, hoping to stop the sale. obviously the operation hadn’t gone according to plan.

there was a rustle from the man as he reached into his suit jacket, and she barely had time to think before she was staring down the barrel of a gun.

“who the fuck do you work for? are you one of his?”

“i should be asking who the hell you are.” she growled, yanking the blade right out of her shoe, pointing the sharp-tipped tool at the frenchman

“you first.”

“not a chance in hell. we draw credentials at the same time or not at all.”

the frenchman caught the bait, reaching into his jacket pocket as she reached down the bodice of her dress for her own identification.

“oh fuck me to the moon and back.” she cussed, seeing what was printed on his id card.

pierre gasly, french intelligence

part two: the compromise

they sat in a debriefing room in french intelligence headquarters. everything about the room screamed old money, right down the the heavy wooden roundtable they sat around. y/n was wedged between Lewis and george, staring daggers at pierre as their handler paved the room.

“if this bitch hadn’t followed me out of the chateau, horner would be awaiting trial at The Hague!”

her jaw dropped. “if I hadn’t followed you? if I hadn’t thought you were suspicious, I wouldn’t have had to! we had a plan.”

it wasn’t a plan she had liked, but it was a plan.

“if your agency hadn’t bungled the lusail operation, we e wouldn’t even be here right now!”

“you fucking take that back you baguette fucker!” she shouted, getting to her feet. “we did everything right in lusail!”

that was when it was decided that enough was enough. lewis grabbed for her arm, a silent plea to stop making a scene. george snickered, laughter hidden behind his fist and disguised as a cough as y/n and pierre glared daggers at each other over the table.

pierres eyes cut deep. she felt like he could see into her entire soul, while his own eyes put up such a wall between his face and his own soul. she felt like he could see everything about her, and yet she couldn’t see him at all.

damn those ocean eyes. damn the jolt of something that passed through her body when she fell under his gaze.

“enough!” her handler shouted, finally done pacing the room. peter bonnington glared at the duo, a flash of pure fury crossing his face. “this situation is fucked for all of us. two foreign agencies are t supposed to be working the same target at the same time, so clearly some wires got crossed.”

“no shit.” george laughed. “god, I’ve never been so happy to be on medical leave.”

“shut the fuck up, russell.” she crossed her arms over her chest, flopping down into her rickety wheeled chair.

across the table, pierres handler crossed his own arms over his chest. laurent rossi was a stoic man, tall and refined, but with a penchant for beating around the bush. the faces within mi-6 thought he was a bit of a pompous git.

“we have a solution.” laurent proposed. “our best chance at catching horner and getting him off the streets is to work together.”

pierre gawked. pierre gasly was nobody’s partner. a line wolf, and he had been ever since his partner was killed back on the last op they worked together, bringing down one of horners associates in austria.

and that’s why getting horner was so important.

for charles.

“not on your life.” he snarled at laurent. “I work alone.”

“if you expect me to work well with him, you must be on lsd.”

despite himself, pierre liked her take-no-shit, speak your mind attitude shown by the young british agent. why, he wondered to himself, had she spent so long as a desk agent when she could match wits with the best of the field agents.

“the decision has been made.” bono boomed. “and an arrangement has been made for you both to stay at horners chateau this upcoming weekend.”

“what’s the catch?” pierre questioned. “this sounds too easy.”

laurent chuckled. “ah, this is the part that you both will hate me for.”

“you’ll go in as interested buyers. a married couple, to be specific.”

part three: the ruse

the vintage cadillac trundled down the long country drive to christian horners french estate. the pair were already dressed to match their cover stories: he was in a tasteful linen shirt and khakis, and she was in a silk floral sundress.

she opened a small velvet box in her lap, extracting the diamond earring that acted as an earpiece, connecting her back to lewis and george.

pierre watched through the corner of her eye as she connected the earpiece, radioing in to home base to let them know she was all ears.

“that’s a good idea, hiding the earpiece in the earring. it’s less detectable.” the frenchman hummed

“i know, i designed it. it was originally supposed to be for lewis, since he has so many piercings and it would have blended right in.”

she tapped on the fake diamond to activate the earpiece, sending Pierre a look to remind him that all their conversations would now be recorded onto an mi-6 server.

“you nervous?”

“no.” she lied, fiddling with the brim of her straw hat, a small camera tucked under the band.

but she was nervous. more nervous than she had ever been in her life.

she was about to get up close and personal with the most dangerous man in europe and she was going to lie about who she was. one misphrased question could be the difference between life and death.

“I’m sure you’re going to be fine, and if you get nervous, just let me take the lead. this is how we profiled horner, hes going to use me as the point of contact.” pierre reminded her “which means that you get to do all of the fun sneaking around espionage kinda things.”

the frenchman let his hand drip down towards her leg, thumb gently running along her skin. she reddened under his touch, unable to deny the butterflies in her stomach at the gentle and reassuring way that he touched her.

when they got out of the car, beginning to follow the path up to the chateau while horners handmaidens grabbed their luggage from the car, Pierre’s hand on her back was a comfortable guide, and she couldn’t deny the heat on her skin underneath his touch, hidden by the shadow cast by the wide brim of her hat.

maybe pretending to be pierre gaslys wife wouldn’t be so bad after all.

they walked up the crest of a hill to a large stone patio surrounded by plants, no doubt planted by horners wife. there was nobody around except for a man in a crisp navy button down shirt, hands in the pockets of his slacks as he stared off into the distance, his back towards the agents.

“ah, you must be the wolffs! i saw the two of you coming up to driveway. apologies for how long it is, i like a little bit of privacy.” the figure chuckled, spinning around to face them.

there he was. christian horner, in the flesh.

“let’s get this meeting started then, shall we?”

part four: for queen and country

she stood in the ensuite bathroom, smoothing out the front of her dress as she exhaled, staring at herself in the mirror. she felt pretty, seductive, even, but she didn’t think she could play this part. be this person that the agencies depended on her being.

and maybe there was also a part of her that was worried about looking good for pierre.

maybe this wasn’t a bad thing after all. wasn’t this what espionage was; faking it until you made it? maybe she could enjoy pretending to be someone else for a while. someone who did impulsive things like make out with her coworkers or have sex with men who were very clearly attracted to her.

although, dense as she was, she had missed the signs. lewis and george hadn’t, going on and on over the comms system about how pierre was practically undressing her with his eyes before bono came on call and told them to stop acting like teenagers and observe their surroundings like the agents they were supposed to be.

there was a knock on the bathroom door, and she cleared her throat, shout raspy as she told pierre she’d be out in a second.

she tiptoed out of the bathroom, the chateaus stone floor cold on her feet as she allowed the short dress to dust her thighs, hair just brushing her shoulders.

“you clean up nice, desk agent.” pierre hummed, his eyes tracing over the exposed parts of her body.

“so do you, baguette boy.” her breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of the man in front of her, dressed pristinely in his three piece suit, hair fluffed to perfection. the navy suit was stark against the white dress shirt, the first few buttons undone to show off his golden cross necklace.

she cleared her throat, looking away as blush coated her cheeks.

pierre took her manicured hand in his, whispering something in french that made her pussy throb as she but her lip to stop from moaning. he kissed her knuckles gently before turning to face her.

“you know we’re supposed to be newlyweds who can’t keep their hands off each other, right.”

“then don’t. do what you’d do if we were newlyweds.”

pierre inhaled softly, his hands possesivley going to her waist. “oh, mon cher, if we start I won’t be able to stop.”

“good. it sells the cover better.” she hummed, hand shaking as she reached up to caress his face. “fuck me, baguette boy.”

pierre chuckled, leaning down to ghost his lips over hers, laughing even more when she whined at the lack of contact.

“oh, you’ll be calling me something totally different once I get my way with you.”

for queen and country. that was her oath. but kissing pierre gasly, pressed up against a wall with his hand between her legs and his tongue down her throat, she was ready to give up queen and country.

he was like oxygen, and she was coming up from a deep sea dive, tearing his shirt open almost animalistically.

“wait, wait.” she gasped, eyes flying open at the sound of shocked breathing and laughter. “my earpiece is still in.” she tapped on the receiver, a hickey forming in her sweaty skin as he tried to regain her breathing.

“fuck you both!” she shouted, knowing full well that lewis and george could hear her. “I’m taking the receiver out now, thank you very much. and delete the end of that recording.”

“nah, mate.” george laughed. “the bit where you called him baguette boy and then asked him to fuck you was comedic gold!”

“george! I’ll tell bono about the recording of you and those two models in monte carlo two summers ago.”

“right on, I’m deleting the last ten minutes, sound good?”

as she pulled out the earpiece and sealed it in the nightstand drawer, pierre chuckled, pulling his suit jacket and the remains of his shirt off.

“blackmail? I didn’t think you’d stoop that low just to get your rocks off.”

“shut up.” she laughed, pulling him in by the belt loops. “I did him a solid and deleted that recording as soon as I saw it. george is just so much fun to fuck with.”

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t speak about other men when I’m about to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk in an hour.” his voice was husky as he spun her around, pressing his cock against her ass.

“then give me a reason to forget georges name.”

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raineandsky · 6 months

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could we get a vampire hero

i do love a good vampire >:) thank you for the request!

tw: death, blood, violence

It’s a miracle the villain’s still alive.

Villainy is a bad place to be right now. Most of their comrades have met fate with the heroes by now. Or one of them, at least—one hero in particular seems happy to take all the credit.

Jet-black night is the only time that the villain feels safe leaving the association’s little base anymore. They dread the day necessity forces them from their little bubble of safety each week.

Today is another one of those days. The night is dark, the streets are deserted, and the villain is making their haphazard dart across town.

They're halfway home when a shadow flits out the corner of their eye.

They pause on the edge of a lamppost’s traitorous glow. Don’t give yourself away, instinct screams at them. Don’t make yourself easy. Stick to the gloom.

Another shadow. Closer. They flinch before they can stop themself.

“A villain’s braving the streets.” The voice is no more than a whisper in the villain’s ear. “Daring, aren’t we?”

The villain can’t lurch away fast enough. The hero stands behind them, an innocent smile on his face and a victorious gleam in his eye. They only get a glimpse of this before he shoves them back, sending them stumbling into a narrow alleyway. Out of the road. Out of sight.

Panic floods them before self preservation can think to intervene.

They turn to bolt but the hero’s faster. Unnaturally so. His hand snatches their arm as they barely turn on their heel, thrusting them into the wall behind them. Their breath is knocked out of them with the force, and in the moment it takes them to remember how to breathe the hero’s already closed the space between them.

“Now, what’s a pretty thing like you doing out tonight?” he asks smoothly. “Can’t be anything good, I’m sure.”

The villain’s mind can’t keep up. This hero—the one who takes all the credit. The one who’s been killing the villain’s friends and the agency’s been letting him. Fucking so-called heroes.

They need to get away. Now.

The bone-crushing grip on their shoulder is elbowing most escape plans out the window. “I’m robbing a bank,” the villain spits sarcastically. Fuck, their voice hitched on that last word. Fear. The hero smiles.

An idle finger trails down the side of their face. “I wouldn’t want to intrude,” he continues breezily as he lets his nail nick at the top of their throat, “but I don’t let crime slide.”

The villain swallows nervously and the hero watches delightedly as their throat bobs with the motion. His hand gently rolls over their neck, resting momentarily on their pulse. His smile is turning more and more unnerving with every passing second.

He leans forward to tuck his face into their neck, and for a moment the villain can only think to vaguely stifle the confused yelp trying to come out their mouth. The hero sighs as they try to push him back, grabbing their wrist to block their efforts with terrifying ease.

“Your scent is fucking intoxicating,” the hero says after a moment. “What’s your blood type?”

“B-, I think,” the villain answers before they can realise how ludicrous the question is.

“Rare,” the hero murmurs like a prayer.

The villain feels teeth nip against their skin and they can’t stop the surprised noise falling out of them this time. The hero’s teeth are fucking sharp.

“Now,” the hero continues lightly. His hand tightens on their wrist, his lips brushing over their neck like a mockery of a kiss. “Why don’t we relieve you of your sins?”

That’s a threat, the villain’s instinct is shrieking. Get out get out get out get out.

The villain wriggles in his grip once more. It’s like they’re held in place by stone. Their struggles are in vain.

“I—” Their voice trips over a knot of terror. “You can’t fucking—”

The villain feels something sharp piercing their skin and words evaporate. All their throat can produce is a short gasp, equally startled and agonised. The hero hums into their neck pleasantly.

It feels like an eternity before the hero pulls away from them. It takes a moment to realise through the half-conscious haze that the blood staining his lips is theirs.

“You're nicer like this,” he says into the fog. “I can enjoy the view without having to worry about what’s coming out of your mouth to ruin it.”

The villain works their jaw slightly. Thinking is not at the forefront of their mind.

“The agency employs fucking murderers now,” they say weakly. The hero frowns, almost disappointed.

“Oh.” The villain feels a hand on them again, but they can barely find the strength to push it away. “I didn’t do enough.”

The second time is worse than the first. They’re vaguely aware of one hand balling in the hero’s shirt, the other twisting desperately in his grip. His own palms are freezing against them, the only thing they can focus on beyond the white-hot pain flaring in their neck. Some sound like a dying animal tears from their throat that the hero happily ignores.

The end isn’t kind, or quick. By the time the hero lets them slump down onto the pavement, their breath is short, their eyes glazed over. Blood trickles a deceptively thin trail into the neck of their shirt.

They could survive yet, but they’d be luckier if they didn’t. The hero always enjoyed the challenge of guessing who would make it. At this time, in an alley, though, he’s willing to bet money on the villains losing another by morning.

He squats down to run his thumb through the line of blood on their skin. Their eyes turn to him at the contact, kind of, but they’re not really looking at him. He sticks his finger in his mouth like he’s cleaning the last of the sauce off his plate. What a divine meal.

“The agency doesn’t employ murderers, by the way,” the hero tells the villain idly. “They employ people who get the job done.”

#creative writing #writblr #writers on tumblr #writing #writing community #heroes and villains #hero x villain #tw death #tw blood #tw violence #i always did love a good vampire i write them. a lot #thank you for requesting!! i do love being trusted with peoples ideas

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ivorryskies · 5 months

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Can u do a dazai x reader inspired by this song of taylor? :( https://youtu.be/qrxsceexTBw?si=ZgadQSwDfTLqqpGm

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷prompt: I like shiny things but I'll marry you with paper rings <3

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Pairings: Dazai x Fem!reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Warnings: language, alcohol mentioned, cigarettes mentioned, getting drunk, fireworks?

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Felix's Note: sorry it took so long, I'm quite busy! Ofcourse I love the idea I myself was thinking of making a fic like this ❤️🎀I made separate prompts for every paragraph. Also it's like 2 idiots in love and I love that trope 😫❤️ divider by: @cafekitsune <3

➼Flamingo pink, Sunrise boulevard, Clink, clink, being this young is art, Aquamarine, moonlit swimming pool, What if all I need is you?

You were sitting right beside the pool in a flamingo pink dress sipping on wine, as your perfect weekend, you intended to spend the weekend not wanting to think about a certain bandaged person on your mind. Only for your mind to betray you and the only think you could think about was him the whole time.

➼Got love-struck, went straight to my head, Got lovesick all over my bed, Love to think you'll never forget, Handprints in wet cement, Adorned with smoke on my clothes, Lovelorn and nobody knows, Love thorns all over this rose, I'll pay the price, you won't.

You sat with a cigarette in your hand taking a puff after a long day at the agency, it agitated you. Dazai always flirted with women this day was no different without another thought to get information from this girl he got his way with her in the end your the one who has to get hurt it dosent affect him.

➼But if I'm all dressed up, They might as well be lookin' at us, And if they call me a slut, You know it might be worth it for once, And if I'm gonna be drunk,Might as well be drunk in love.

You and the agency went for a treat after a long day at the club. You got Abit tipsy and ended up saying a few stuff that wasn't supposed to be said out loud about Dazai. But oh now that you've said it might as well start dropping hints instead of suffering more.

➼Send the code, he's waitin' there, The sticks and stones they throw froze mid-air, Everyone wants him, that was my crime, The wrong place at the right time, And I break down, then he's pullin' me in, In a world of boys, he's a gentleman.

After that misslip of yours you started getting closer to him. Always remained respectful towards you, never said anything uncomfortable to you. Everyone swooned over him at the streets. It made you question can you really be with him?

➼Half asleep, takin' your time, In the tangerine, neon light, this is luxury, You're not sayin' you're in love with me, But you're going to, Half awake, takin' your chances, It's a big mistake, I said, it might blow up in your pretty face, I'm not saying: Do it anyway

You stood beneath the moonlight as the dark sky lit up with bouquets of lights. You turned around to see Dazai next to you and you swore you saw him staring at you before looking away at the fireworks making your heart race. You chose not to speak about it to not ruin the bond between you two but it stuck with you for a long time. The night ended with him whispering a "you look beautiful" and walking away which made you freeze.

➼And if they call me a (slut), You know it might be worth it for once, And if I'm gonna be (drunk), Might as well be drunk in love

No matter what you tried you can't deny you're in love with him you don't even want to get into a relationship if it isn't with him scared that they'll call you a slut. But if it's for him, maybe you'll let them call you that. <3

#bsd imagine #bsd #bsd scenarios #bungo stray dogs #dazai x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #dazai imagine #dazai headcanons #bungou stray dogs dazai #d

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brothermoth · 1 month

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1890s America and Red Dead Redemption

Part One: Violent Delights and Violent Ends

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The latter half of the 1800s was a time characterized by struggle. Off the back of the Civil War, a country divided in not two but four by the rising industry to the east and the stubborn pastoralism of the west. The southern portion of the country beaten down, burned and disgraced, and the northern portion rolling in gold and prosperity. Whether they knew it or not, the common American had their life ultimately shaped by these divisions.

As the opening lines of Red Dead Redemption 2 state: "The age of outlaws and gunslingers was at its end" (Rockstar, 2018). Yet contrary to the following text, America was far from becoming a "land of laws". Laws for the poor, perhaps, but the wealthy still thrived and skirted just beyond the boundaries of human decency.

From the 1870s to the 1920s, miners and railroad workers unionized and carried out often violent protests in the hopes of gaining better working conditions. The poor had little but their fists, and they had no qualms about using them. It is in this turmoil we find Dutch Van Der Linde with his Robin Hood-esque visions of a crumbling elite and prospering poor. The struggle between workers and their iron-fisted overseers was bloody, and Dutch would not have it any other way. Those he took under his wing were the beaten down lowest tiers of society. How could they not see him as a shining idol of American idealism? What he wants, what he fights for, it is for them. Outcasts with nowhere else to turn, given a cause and a home and something that perhaps felt real to them for the first time in a long time.

Race is a topic not wholly explored, but touched on certainly within the game. Tensions rose as racial divisions were made even clearer, black Americans fighting for their own foothold in a world that has just opened up to them and their children. Lenny Summers is the first in generations to be born free of slavery. Javier comes from a country that has been terrorized by colonialism and corruption, yet he still dreams of returning. 1890s Mexico (and what we see in RDR1) is a topic of its own, though the spirit of people downtrodden by colonialism is echoed throughout both games. Sean, who was chased from the country his father fought for. Whose father was killed in his own bed, likely in the same room as his son. Violence in this world is inescapable, a swirling vortex that consumes everything in its path.

Dutch embraced this, as many leaders of the past and future have. If you cannot fight with peace, then sticks and stones make for much better conversation. I can't say I disagree with him, in all honesty, and that is what makes him so fascinating. He's right. He has a point, a cause. What went so wrong? Do heroes not get a happy ending?

In 1892, railroad employees of Carnegie Steel in Pennsylvania's Homestead plant went on strike when chairman Henry Frick cut their pay dramatically. 300 agents of the Pinkerton detective agency arrived, escalating tensions. Violence erupted, the Pennsylvania national guard was called. Sixteen men were killed.

Leviticus Cornwall is Andrew Carnegie, Andrew Carnegie is Leviticus Cornwall. The Pinkertons are rightful villains in our narrative, the gang is a thorn in their side which must be cut free. Law and order, right? Dutch was right, his killing of Cornwall was arguably deserved. Yet what makes it so wrong?

Dutch's actions are selfish, in the end. Not because he doesn't care for the people around him, as I believe he truly does. He sees things getting worse and worse and only digs in his heels. Dutch is the American Dream. The bloody messiah to the poor and disadvantaged. He guts them the same as any railroad magnate. Power corrupts, this is what we learn. Power and vitriol and paranoia. The people left struggling in his wake are the common folk who get caught in the crossfire, used and abused only to prove a point. They know nothing but violence, and who is to tell them otherwise? Even Arthur in his end of life maturation cannot pry himself free. He kills and kills and in the end he dies for it. Even John, who tried to leave it behind. Even Sadie, who was ruined by it, embraced it in the end.

The American dream is indecipherable from the American nightmare. They are lovers and companions. There is nothing to do but fight, and even then you have no hope of winning. It's a beautiful tragedy, is it not? All these people who never had a chance, yet who tried anyway. Workers who gained little and lost everything still took their signs and marched for what was right. Black Americans who were beaten down again and again still got up each and every day and did whatever it was they had to do. Native Americans, who were nearly erased. Who still cling to their heritage and claw back what has been stolen. Red Dead Redemption is about the small people. The forgotten in the annals of American history.

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption #dutch van der linde #arthur morgan

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Im very curious what movie you disliked so much but you seem unwilling to say it on your frankenhooker post (and ignore this if you're uninterested in saying at all)

nah, i was just trying to not be a mood killer in the liveblog. but it was poor things. everything about that movie felt like the film equivalent of nails on a chalk-board, at once noisy and incoherent and stupidly on the nose but without anything deeper to say and expensive when your average b-movie managed the same thing using tape and a budget of rolled up fivers and favours from your mum's boyfriend who's alright at a bit of computer effects

and i get pretentious and a tad obsessive when i see claims of "you just don't get it, it's about this you see? she's taking control of her own story!" and im like. no no i get it. i just think it was shallow at best, offensive on multiple points, and also a wannabe camp attempt at shock value (do people watch genuinely shocking camp films anymore?) many things. so many things, several of which ive not seen anyone mention, but then i was trying not to over-obsess about a film that i disliked so intensely, so i didnt go too deep in my search (the lack of intersectionality in feminist masterpiece "if you're rich, you can follow your dreams and self-actualise and even slum it with the personality-less whores for a bit, and also take a brief moment to feel bad about poor people even if they may "rape and rob and kill you" (seriously what was that bit about?)" the ableism in emma stone's performance, the male gaze inherent in so many of the sex scenes, and perhaps subjectively but the dullness of the sex scenes, the het-focus with a single rushed "women stick together" bit of queer sex, although the other woman had no plotline of her own in this film and just randomly reappeared at the end for some cheap unearned catharsis, the way the storyline is structured like three different movies squashed together, and also the flatness of every dude in the story that still seemed to try to say that some of them were actually quite nice, because idk. they weren't foaming at the mouth villains or whatever, this one's a Nice Guy. and this one's a Eunuch. moving on. if emma stone isn't a born sexy yesterday, then she's doing an ableist caricature of a performance of "weird quirky girl who functions Differently." the joke is, it's both)

like. ive seen better explorations of frankenstein. ive seen better explorations of sex workers. ive seen better explorations of women gaining agency. ive seen better explorations of disabled women. ive seen better explorations of patriarchy, intersectional feminism, socialism (seriously, the way this movie approached politics seemed to be "if we insert a witty line here about being the means of our own production, that's the same as political analysis, right?")

many of those things ive seen specifically done better in 1990 b-movie horror frankenhooker, and as for the rest, i don't have to search all that hard either. put on a john waters film and you've got more going forya for a start.

just. was it good or did Whimsically Naive (but very sexy) emma stone with slightly thicker eyebrows just say blunt things and walk funny?

you didn't ask for any of this rant. you have no idea how many times ive written drafts for this movie and then discarded them. fuckit, i will be self-indulgent once (1 time)

#asks #exorcising this film from my veins #hi frien #major-majoranon

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hii lovely! Could I request headcanons for a Bakugo Katsuki x Colombian!reader? Where the reader moved to Japan with their mother when they were little, and like has a telekinesis quirk? Would absolutely love that, thank you! 🧡

First meetings give me mental images of a chaotic introduction at Endevour’s agency as another intern from Shiketsu

Imagining Bakugou challenging you to a match because Bakugou be Bakugou and you just beating him using telekinesis to stop him

As much as Bakugou’s grown, I’m pretty sure his initial arrogance would cause him to underestimate you (Love the ‘I’m stronger than you think I am’ trope)

Well, he’d definitely learn not to do it anymore, but even so, you’re a jack-in-the-box full of surprises.

He distinctly remembers on one occasion during a patrol when a couple of children came running up to the both of you, speaking Spanish.

He had no idea what the hell you guys were saying for the better part of 5 minutes, but there was a smile on your face so he guesses he could let your slacking slide)

I also think he’d absolutely love learning about your culture

Your food, your celebrations, your traditions, tell him and he’ll listen

He even surprised you with tickets for the Barranquilla Carnival, knowing how much it would mean to you if you went together. (Plus, Endeavour’s agency was offering an opportunity to go abroad for a mission, so he might as well kill two birds with one stone.)

As you grow closer, he learns about your secrets and your family, and he accepts it all whole-heartedly

Likewise, you make sure he knows that you’re always there for him

Bakugou isn’t an easy person to love, and he knows it.

So every time you come back after he yells, snaps, or says something he can’t apologise for, he starts to believe your words

That you’ll stick by his side, no matter how difficult

That you won’t leave, even if the world does

He’s been branded vulgar, a monster, immature and a villain, but you’re always there to battle through his insecurities just like he is with you.

Really, a match made in heaven, and Bakugou can’t think of anyone better when he kisses you under the big blue sky with his ring on your finger.

Author’s note: Thank you for requesting. I’m six months late (someone should probably send me to jail) but I really enjoyed looking into your culture! 🔥🔥

#mha #mha fanfiction #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugō #bakugo x you #bakugou x y/n #fluff #bakugou fluff #bakugou katuski x reader #Colombian reader #colombian

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•Chapter 1• World… Forget Me…

A MHA x Wanderer!Reader story

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First there was nothing within the void, only the biting cold from when the Tsaritsa had turned you into ice. But then there was a drifting feeling, as if you were being pulled through a void, a bright light shone down upon you within the dark and vast void. “A choice Wanderer, stay here and fade away. Or you will have a chance to redeem yourself. Live another life and prove to me that you deserve yet another chance in Teyvat.” The voice echoed with the strength of a thousand words.

You looked around, skeptical of the choice being offered to you.

“All of my names are water under the bridge to me now. I accept your offer, as it seems that I have no choice.” You reached out towards the light, and white noise was all that could be heard.

As you slowly opened your eyes, you looked around, seeing the world through a tinted amber hue. You are traveling in some sort of Geo pod, shooting down towards the earth like a golden star. As you came close to hitting a roof of a building, the pod opened and you used your Anemo abilities to slow your decent. Though, the pod was not so lucky, as it crashed down into the cement, causing the building to shake.

“Strange… this world looks very different from Teyvat.” You inspect the area around yourself, at the buildings reflecting the afternoon sun. You then look down at your Anemo Vision as it starts glowing and then adjust your hat.

“I’ve been standing around long enough. The wind rises!” You are then are picked up off the ground as you summon the power of Anemo to grant yourself your Wind Favored State. As you looked down, you saw that there were humanoid figures, and tiny flashing lights pointed up.

“How annoying.” You huffed as they stepped off the building and descended down to street level.

The people gasped in shock as you descended down, the flashing lights becoming brighter, apparently coming from black box-like creations. A very strangely dressed and tall woman? pushed her way through the crowd, yelling at you.

“Are you using your Quirk without a license? What’s your Hero name? Where’s your hero agency?”

The woman had shoved a stick in front of your face as several others were clambering to ask questions. You glowered, annoyed that these people were in your way.

“Tch, My name is irrelevant, get out of my way!”

You then summoned several blades made out of Anemo using your catalyst. The people around you gasped, horrified looks from them. You were about to cast your attack to blow these citizens away when several red feathers pinned you to the building wall, fracturing the glass.

“You know it’s not legal for you to be using your Quirk without a license kid.” The blonde man said with a smile, “You’ve just destroyed the roof of my agency with that giant stone and I don’t want to let you go just yet.”

Who the hell does he think he is and why does he remind you of someone? As you squinted at this man to see who you reminded you of it clicked. Tch, another damned Childe. As soon as you realized that the man was still staring back at you, you then finally decided to speak.

“What? Never seen a person before? Quit your staring, you are worse of an imbecile than a Hydro slime.” You said, annoyed by this man, “I’ve got better things to do than be idle, the daylight’s wasting.”

The man chuckled which only made you scowl. “You’re right, I’ll just drop you off at the nearest police station and have a friend wait with you until I decide what to do with you.”

“As if!” You huffed, summoning a sphere of Anemo to launch you upwards. “Doing so will be like catching the wind!”

The blonde man looked surprised as you used a gust of Anemo, his red feathers tearing your clothing during your attempt to flee. Your stamina soon depleted a couple blocks away. You dropped down to the ground, and ran into an alleyway.

“Good, I should be away from prying eyes.” You huffed, “Now, I am in need of a map, and perhaps a change of clothes from the look of the others.” Walking a few blocks, you noticed that the people around you looked vastly different than those in Teyvat, with strange characteristics, some having horns, animal-like features, and some even being made up of inorganic material.

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you with the sad eyes, tell me a tale by minhyongi I Chapters 1/1 I one shot Loki Series, Loki 2x6, Pre-slash

“If you're not the Loki I knew, what Loki are you then? Why are you sitting on a fancy throne in the middle of this?” The throne wasn't actually all that fancy at all. It may have glistened gold, but it looked cold and uncomfortable, behind all its intimidation it looked…lonely. “I’m the one that allows for time to flow, and thus the multiverse to exist." Loki leaned his head forward in a small nod but then he straightened up again, his green eyes piercing into Tony. "God of stories is what I like to call myself."

Son of Chaos by Arabesqueangel, Rabentochter I Chapters 36/36 I Completed Pepper/Tony- (briefly at the beginning), Canon Divergence - Avengers, Dark Loki, Memory Loss, Less Dark than it Seems, Torture

The Children of Thanos are feared throughout the Galaxy: Ebony Maw, Cull Obsidian, Corvus Glaive, Proxima Midnight, Nebula, Gamora and Loki. Thanos has finally decided that the time has come for a massive gambit. He sends his "children" to obtain the remaining 5 Infinity Stones in a competition to determine who will be his right hand when he has accomplished his ultimate goal. Loki is sent to Midgard to obtain the Space Stone. But he quickly runs into a snag in the form of an agency dubbed SHIELD and a man of metal. So Loki has to take a different approach, one that has him seeking help from a puny mortal, his sister, anyone. Loki knows that the Man of Metal, Tony Stark is the one to beat. The one problem is that he seems strangely vulnerable to the Iron Man's blows. What are these odd images he keeps seeing each time he faces Tony Stark? He should avoid the man, but curiosity keeps him coming back for more.

If You Had This Time Again by @dls-ao3 I Chapters: 100/100 I Completed AU - Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Fix-It of Sorts, Civil War Team Iron Man, Comic Book Science, Canon-Typical Violence. Tony Stark-centric, Slow Burn

Tony Stark closed his eyes in a wrecked Siberian bunker and woke up on a demolished New York street. Four years earlier.

I reign with my left hand, I rule with my right by Ancient_Evil I Chapters 11/? I Frostiron is waaay down the line but not really - more like sexual tension and competence kink, This fic is not in any way relationship-centric, BAMF Loki, Human Loki- for awhile at least, Banishment, Redemption? what redemption?

When Loki is brought before Odin for his sentencing, he is rendered mortal, seemingly sentenced to carry out the same punishments as his brother. Except the All-Father hardly had fairness in mind when choosing the sentence, nor does Loki himself plan to play along with the old man's schemes lying down. What everyone seemed to recently forget was that Loki was a trickster. They called him a cheat, a liar, a manipulator as a way to insult him, forgetting what being those things truly meant. If he had to find a way to break the All-Father's bindings from himself and at the same time hide from SHIELD, the Avengers and Asgard itself, all the while pulling all of their strings from the shadows to position them and prepare against the Mad Titan's inevitable arrival, he shall do it at all costs, in style and in just the perfect way to stick to the old man. He was Loki and it was high time he reminded everyone what exactly that meant.

#loki #tony stark #ironfrost #frostiron #fic rec #fanfic rec #loki x tony #tony x loki #ao3 fanfic #will probably add more

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savage-kult-of-gorthaur · 1 year

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ICE CREAM, CHIPS, BEER, & BABES -- SUNSHINE COAST EDITION.

PIC(S) INFO: Part 1 of 3 -- Spotlight on model (and summer stunner) Jana Kruger in a photo-shoot titled "Local Onlys" for "C-Heads" magazine, c. 2015, Sunshine Coast, Australia. 📸: Janneke Storm.

Source: www.sticksandstonesagency.com/agency/locals-only.

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If the Ask Game is still open, how about an AU where Midoriya has the Quirk of Mr. Compress? If not, thank you for your time and consideration.

1. Izuku LOVES his quirk (can compress matter into little green marbles) and loves planning all the ways he's going to be a hero, rescue applications, transport, so many ideas. He has several journals just dedicated to taking apart his own quirk- and he always keeps them in marbles, unlike his other journals for other quirks

2. Bakugou (like five years old) suggested seeing if he could compress a whole person, and was SO OFFENDED that Izuku didn't immediately test this on HIM, instead saying he would try it on something alive but not a whole person. Izuku cried with relief for half an hour that the little bug he tried it on survived the attempt.

3. Bakugou assumes he's going to be the number one hero and combat headliner while Izuku is his top sidekick in charge of actually managing the other extras at his agency for rescue work. Izuku sees this as less set in stone, but I'll let them actually be longtime friends here, Izuku bringing a sort of "I will see you as a villain if you attack a random kid with your quirk and will stick you in marble time out" vibe to their friendship that Bakugou quickly learns to not actually need.

4. One day the two are walking to Izuku's house after school, when sludgy attacks. Exploding it does nothing, and when Bakugou is grabbed Izuku marbles him to pull him out. Then sludgy grabs him, and marble-ing parts of him isn't stopping him, and Izuku tries his quirk on himself for the first time, unsure if he'll be able to release it.

Sludgy grumbles and moves over the two marbles, and gets smashed in the face by All Might.

5. Izuku pops out of his marble just in time to see All Might shrink, screams, and gets a quick explanation in return for saying where he came from. Toshi praises him for quick thinking and saving his friend, signs his notebook, and leaves. Izuku spends the next ten minutes looking around for the marble Bakugou is in, making sure to hide his notebook before letting him out.

#and then the next year they get into ua and All Might sees a familiar face among the first years as he's looking at the student body #for other potential successors since every single one of the big three pulled a 'no thanks' re: ofa #pocket talks to people #anon #ask game

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I should preface this post by saying that a lot of this is just me straight up taking shit out of my ass. No basis in canon whatsoever, only my interpretation and theory on things. So yeah, this is more of a opinion piece/headcanons than anything.

Haarlep says they were only ever sent to distract Raphael. Not gather information and report back, just distract.

And like yeah, sex can be a distraction but in the long run, I don't think it's that effective, like eventually, someone's gonna tire. And yeah, incubus do have that irrestible, charming thing, but idk if it works on other devils? I could be wrong but anyways, maybe it's to a lesser effect on devils than mortals and also, Raphael's a pretty smart guy, so he could figure out Haarlep wasn't a gift out of the goodness of Mephisto's heart but to serve as a distraction.

And like, giving his status, maybe Mephisto could have sent something that would really keep Raphael distracted for a long time, or at least, keep sending things/people, but he only ever sent one incubus and then a balloon thought popped into my head.

What if Mephisto sending Haarlep was a sort of "two birds one stone" situation. Like ok, stick with me as I explain this crazy ass thought that began occuring.

Maybe Haarlep did something to anger/upset Mephisto, and as punishment, he sends Haarlep as a gift to his son, who he also needs to be dealt with. And like why punishment? 1) so, based on what I said on my other post, I don't think Mephisto thinks that highly of his son, so sending soemone to a person he doesn't like could be kinda like "now you deal with this little shit" 2) I mean, you're taking someone from freaking Mephistar and throwing them to fucking Avernus, that is constantly being wrecked by war, i'd be pissed, 3) Haarlep is a full blooded fiend, so it could be seem as as slight to him to have to service a half-devil and 4) i think there's a humiliation aspect.

I think saying Haarlep was a "gift" is a strong word, considering what gifts are supposed to mean, but it could be the use Mephisto used like here take this incubus as a gift (even if the reality was to distract raphael). Giving someone to another person is dehumanizing them in a way, you don't seem them as a person, but as something that can be gifted around to others, so it could, in a way, almost be seen as Mephisto saying "this is how much you're worth. nothing."

And like, maybe Mephisto sent Haarlep, knowing/thinking/expecting them to not last long, for Raphael to kill them eventually and since they were in the hells, he wouldn't respawn. Like maybe he just wanted to get rid of Haarlep, with the added bonus of possibly distracting Raphael for some time.

And ok, this is where I get on that stuff about Raphael and Haarlep's relationship being more complicated than what we think. (again we are reaching headcanon material here).

Because ok, what if Raphael sees that this incubus that was sent to him is obviously a ruse, that he should probably get rid of them but despite everything, he sees potential. Haarlep can change his form, can 'suck people's souls out' (in quotes bc i'm paraprasing the game) and charm them. They could serve as a really good asset to Raphael with the added bonus of sex as a reward. Like we know he straight up will send his important clients directly to Haarlep, he doesn't just keep him around for sex or see them as just a toy.

Maybe, despite everything, Raphael lowkey gives back some agency to Haarlep? Like, I've said it before but I'll say it again, these two are like a constant game of contradictions in my eyes: they hate each other, they love each other, they can't live without the other, they drive each other mad. Maybe this is one of the """"sweeter"""" sides of their relationship (idk like that word for this but it's the only one that's showing up in my brain rn).

To reitarate: this is all my brain going bunkers, so don't take it too seriously and don't come for me.

#raphael bg3 #haarlep bg3 #mephisto bg3 too i guess #i'm rambling i'm aware #i would link my other haarlep and raphael post but i can't fucking find it bc tumblr's search function S U C K S

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i'm obsessed with aki, like it's not even funny. I JUST NEED MORE OF HIM IN MY LIFE LAWD HAVE MERCY. would you happen to have a bit more information on the loml...? if not it's aight big love <33

YOU CAN ALWAYS ASK ME ABOUT HIM i'm so sorry it took so long to reply i have been so everywhere but i have been meaning to find like sketches and stuff i have around of him :)

collated a bunch of old sketches of his family!! aki was originally going to be a part of a big like. chinese-zodiac inspired thing and his family in particular were the snakes (he's got the character in his last name lol) and him and his siblings all got snake characteristics . there is however nothing new under the sun and even though i thought this was cool my friend was like "oh like fruits basket" and i shelved the idea LOL

in the end he just existed in a vaccum, i had nothing to do with him, before i dragged him out of there with the intention to drop him into a simpler slice-of-life story with a bunch of terrible postgrad students. that story mainly revolves around like.. biomed researchers basically?? aki would have been an ex-STEM student who dropped out because he didn't want to do medicine anymore, but kept in touch with his friends from the course (the other cast might eventually also be forced into IFs LOL)

more under the cut!

i eventually completely veered off the zodiac-course and kept his base design and turned those scales into tattoos! he's got more in infamous, but in this universe it's just those snakes winding around his arms!!!! infamous tattoos are kind of not set in stone cause i plan to add more (inspired by the bandmates) and the tattoos are supposed to be based off them!! there was no way he'd stop at just seven's initials, he has a little thing for all of them!!!! bc we're only really two chapters into infamous tho i just want more time to "know" the bandmates and then give more him more tats (i have been reading asks about them and trying to assign stuff LMFMFMFAOOO)

what he has and i consistently draw him w are seven's initials, the snakes (leftover design from the kind of concept he was based off of), lotuses/flowers (could change!! i'm thinking rn that he gets everyone's favorite flower/plant tattooed), wave designs (i'm praying someone's a water sign), and he's also got the opening notes of their first song that they played as a band :)

the original version of him is also based vaguely off a friend i made in uni who did hair/makeup and which i still think is so cool and gave him that !!!! more specifically he sort of dropped out of a good-asian-kid stem course to do this, which freaked his parents out when they realised he was just Leaving to go cut people's hair. aki's pretty great at it, and is lucky enough to work at a good stylist agency <3

kills it at karaoke with his friends in this universe too :) his genuine passion for working as a stylist and love for his job translates into music for infamous, which despite how "i'm-so-cool-and-chill-about-everything" he tries to seem, is his biggest worry. he really really wants to succeed and stick it to his parents, and can't imagine what else he'd ever do. music is all he has and really gets lost in songwriting/singing :)

his stage name akiya is also a reference to the word for abandoned/empty houses in rural areas in japan. they're cheap to buy, but cost a lot to repair and flip. this is a stealth dig at his parents lol but aki passes it off as a portmanteau of his first/last name: he is secretly emo like this </3

also their band name, snakebites, in general is like 1) "what's cool when we are 16 and making this band when we are in high school" and 2) the band's shared birth year being the year of the snake (2001/i'm projecting) (they're still like 25/26 which makes infamous oddly take place in the future for me, 2027ish???) and luckily i don't believe the year it takes place matters to anyone so i'm just going with it <3 don't think about it too hard this is deep lore that only makes sense to me

their fandom name also call themselves snakes, and they lean into this for their promo materials (each member gets a government assigned snake breed) LMFAO !! aki lightly thinks its cringe but it's not hurting anyone, so he just told maya that he thought the name was great LOLLLLL !!! they have a vaguely edgy image because of this (and because ya know. lots of drama surrounding seven leaving) even though they're much more an indie rock band (sounding more like hippo campus, yona yona weekenders, young the giant) with a reputation for being wholesome

there's also a fun game their fans like to play called "using aki's hair, what era of snakebites is this" LOL <3

i hope this was kind of understandable <3 thank you for letting me cry about my boy <3

#this is like. so much random facts and stuff BUT I HOPE ITS OK!!!!#i plan to develop him more WITH infamous lol #lots of preexisting bland ocs get thrown into the IF rodeo to get cooler so again some of this might be subject to change LOOLLLL #thank u for the ask again :) <3 #akihiro yasumi #my art

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UNRWA staff ‘not going anywhere’ despite forced closure of East Jerusalem compound

Two arson attacks and growing protests forced UN Palestine refugee agency UNRWA to temporarily close its office in East Jerusalem this week, but its vital work will continue as war rages in Gaza and violence rises in the West Bank, Senior Communications Manager Jonathan Fowler told UN News on Friday.

For roughly two months, demonstrations have been held outside the East Jerusalem compound, which is in an area where many Israeli settlements are located. The situation came to a head on Thursday evening when Israeli residents lit fires at two locations on the perimeter of the grounds. Mr. Fowler was among the small number of staff in the office at the time.

Smoke and stones

“The fire alarm was ringing, and we looked out of the window, and I saw smoke kind of billowing over the top of the building,” he said, speaking from Amman, Jordan after leaving Jerusalem on Thursday night. Colleagues who went to douse the fire, to prevent it from spreading, were “treated to stone throwing by groups of youths who had gathered on the street opposite.” Meanwhile, on the other side of the compound, another fire had been lit at a fence next to a petrol station for UNRWA vehicles. “If that fire had reached the gas station, I dread to think what would have happened to the houses, the apartment blocks that live right nearby. We would have been in a situation of an absolute disaster.”

From fiery rhetoric to ‘real flames’

Both UN Secretary-General António Guterres and UNRWA Commissioner-General Philippe Lazzarini condemned the attack, which followed a protest just days before that turned violent. “People were gathering, and they were starting to get wooden sticks and stones, and there was some sort of bash against the gate,” Mr. Fowler said, recalling the demonstration on Tuesday. “And the police were just kind of there in the background.” Although an investigation into the fires is underway, he pointed to the wider issue of increased tension around UNRWA’s work following the war in Gaza. “There's a sense that this kind of behaviour has been encouraged, and encouraged, and encouraged by inflammatory rhetoric,” he said. “So, we go from inflammatory rhetoric to real flames in the space of a few days.”

‘A territory of intimidation’

Mr. Fowler said the protests against UNRWA have been “called by different organizations and individuals,” including one of Jerusalem’s deputy mayors, and there has been no noticeable increased police presence despite the repeated demonstrations. While upholding the right to freedom of expression, “even if we don't agree with the contents of what is shouted at us”, he said things have “sort of moved into a territory of intimidation.” Demonstrators have blocked the gates to the UN compound, and in one instance surrounded the car of a staff member while brandishing toy weapons. Shuttle buses transporting UN staff have been slapped on the sides and spat at, and the people onboard filmed.

Undermined and unprotected

So far, staff have not faced any incidents of intimidation after working hours. “We have to hope sincerely that we don't get to that kind of level,” he said. Mr. Fowler underscored that it is incumbent on Israel, as the occupying power, to ensure the proper protection of UN facilities. “We feel this is not happening,” he said. “It's clear from the evidence, and it's part of the context of a much wider campaign against UNRWA, basically to undermine the agency; things like use of lawfare to try to argue that legally we have no right to be in our compounds.”

‘Not going anywhere’

Although the East Jerusalem premises are closed for the time being, he insisted that staff will not be deterred in carrying out their work. They have made a “COVID-like” pivot, where people work from home or other locations. “It complicates our functioning at a time when of course, we should be fully focussed on the unprecedented levels of violence in the West Bank and, it goes without saying, the enormous, unprecedented level of humanitarian crisis in the Gaza Strip.” Mr. Fowler underlined UNRWA’s mandate, established nearly 75 years ago by the UN General Assembly, to provide services to Palestine refugees, which includes healthcare, education and social support. “We're proud of our work. Many of us are deeply passionate about our work,” he said. “We do it because we have a mandate from the United Nations system to do something. Until such time as that mandate no longer exists, we're not going anywhere, whatever anybody might like to say.” He added that in response to the hostilities against UNRWA there have been a number of “robust public statements” from donors to the agency, saying “enough is enough.”

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