#but i fear not... tracing screenshots will always save the day

[serendippertyy]

i got art block so bad I turned them into lion king characters 😭😭 kinda my magnum opus tho 🪰🕊️💕💕

#I got requests to do but AGHHH I CANT DRAW 😢😢😢 #but i fear not... tracing screenshots will always save the day #good omens #good omens 2 #archangel gabriel #beezlebub #boxfly #ineffable bureaucracy #my art

[jikyuz]

HIIIII, I always feel so happy whenever I discover a new teume here on tumblr!! your blog is so cute!!! I also wanted to ask, how do you think the members would show their affection to their s/o?

hi hi angel ~ thank you so much for the compliment i appreciate it <3 and i’m happy to join teume tumblr (*^_^*) - bee

hyunsuk 

hyunsuk shows affection by the way he speaks/his words

he always tries to include you in the conversation, and always boasts about you

i feel like he is really straight forward, and prefers to show his affection by just telling you how much he loves/appreciates you

“hey baby? have i told you how much you mean to me today? i have? well i’m gonna tell you again.”

he also worries a lot about you, making sure you’ve eaten, rested and are happy

if he can’t be with you he always sends little texts with cute selfies he’s taken with reminders to “eat a snack”, “take a break” or “smile for me”

jihoon 

touch! touch! touch!

this boy loves to have you in his lap with his arms snug around your waist

i think something subtle he likes to do is when you are sitting in his lap, he likes to plant small kisses on the back/side of your neck, shoulders and if he can reach, your cheek

he just really likes to have you close to him

gives the best hugs honestly

he likes hugging you and pressing kisses to your neck and whispering sweet nothings into your ear

just likes pressing small kisses everywhere and anywhere he can reach

junkyu 

so i think junkyu is very subtle with showing affection

and he likes physical affection a lot even though he is sometimes shy to initiate it

something like connecting your pinky fingers while you are walking with the boys or quickly kissing your cheek when you are sitting next to each other

but when it comes to other forms of affection he really shows his affection to his s/o by remembering small details about them

like remembering your favorite order at a restaurant or that one small fear you told him about when you were just chatting about anything and everything

yoshi 

i think yoshi is pretty shy with showing physical affection, at least in front of the other boys

when you are alone he loves cuddles, especially where you are facing each other so yoshi can look into your eyes and press kisses to your face

but when it comes to subtle ways of showing affection

he is your personal hype man

encourages you and hypes you up with whatever you do

“you can do it darling! i’ll be right beside you cheering you on.”

jaehyuk 

loves loves loves physical affection

will always have an arm around your waist or have your fingers interlaced

really likes backhugs, whether he’s receiving it or giving it

his favorite thing is in the morning when he’s in the kitchen getting a drink or something and he feels your arms wrap around his waist and your face press into his back

though he does prefer physical touch, he won’t hesitate being cheesy and lovey with his words

“good morning sunshine. but it’s always a good morning when i wake up to your beautiful face” 

asahi 

i am a full believer in asahi liking both physical and non-physical affection

he might not show it a lot but he really likes cuddling, especially when he can wrap an arm around your middle and just bury his face in your neck

whenever you are sitting next to each other he has to have a hand on you, whether it be on your thigh, your waist, around your shoulder, he just likes feeling you 

but i think the most intimate thing he does for showing affection is letting you hear all the songs he’s been working on

invites you over to his computer and pats his leg, motioning for you to sit on his lap

“come here, sweetheart, i want you to hear this.”

writes songs for you and lets you listen to them while stroking your waist and staring at your expressions

yedam 

daily good morning/good night texts if he can’t be with you

small reminders to eat breakfast, be careful on the ride to work/school, etc.

he loves surprising you with flowers and dinner and boom, impromptu date night at your place

really likes when you visit him in the practice room so he can show you a choreography he’s been working on 

serenading you with your favorite songs or singing to you at night when you’re cuddling because you told him his voice helps you sleep

mashiho 

hand holding!! kissing the back of your hand!!! playing with your fingers when he’s bored!!!!

he just rlly likes your hands and how well they fit into his

hugs where mashi just runs his hands up and down your back, fingers tapping a rhythm or tracing your spine

i also think he likes giving gifts, not necessarily expensive ones (though he does like to spoil you sometimes), but he likes getting small things that remind him of you

also likes making things for you

“hey love, i saw this and thought of you.” or “yoshi bought this art kit and i made this necklace for you.”

doyoung 

sends you pictures of what he does throughout the day/things he think you will like with cute selfies attached!!

“sweetie look what i did! it’s a monkey!” or “this was such a beautiful view but i wish you were here with me :(.”

likes to facetime you at night when you can’t be together so he can see your face one more time before sleep

if you fall asleep on call he takes a million screenshots and saves them in a folder because he thinks you’re so cute when you’re sleeping

takes pictures of you all the time and always compliments you

“you should be a model, sweetie!” and “wow this is going to be my lockscreen”

jeongwoo 

even though he’s quite extroverted, i think jeongwoo is subtle with affection

his main way of showing affection is trying/doing things that you love to do

like you love to go hiking? it’s gonna hurt his feet but he will do it for you

you love watching horror movies? he’s gonna scream and maybe hide into your side during a jumpscare but he will do it for you

jeongwoo also really likes giving compliments

“wow you look gorgeous today, are you sure you’re human and not an angel?”

like yoshi, he will be your hype man

“that’s my s/o!! everyone look at them! they are amazing and i’m lucky to have them” or “hey cutie, you’re gonna do great, okay?”

haruto 

ruto is young but he’s shameless with affection, imo

he gets a little shy when the other members tease him about it but his rebuttal is always “at least i have a s/o”

ruto likes caring for you in small ways, like giving you his jacket when it’s cold outside or giving you a piggyback ride when he notices your feet are starting to hurt

“hop on, hun, we still have a long way until we get back to your place.”

but for physical affection he loves loves loves kissing your nose/forehead

also likes leaving his lips on your forehead for a moment when he kisses you there just because he likes the feeling of your hands holding his waist and the small hum of satisfaction you let out when he does it

junghwan 

i think since he’s still so young, junghwan will be the most shy about showing affection

like it took more than a month into your relationship to have your first kiss 

and he still asks for permission to do anything

but i think he shows affection with quality time

like he has school and practice and he’s busy a lot but he always tries to include you in his plans and always tries to make time for you

surprises you with small dates like homemade lunch (that he learned how to make from hyunsuk) for you or walking you home after you brought him and the boys lunch

#i tried a new format!! lmk what u think >_< #and i hope you like it!! #anon request #treasure #treasure reactions #treasure blurbs #treasure scenarios #hyunsuk #jihoon #yoshi #junkyu #jaehyuk #asahi #yedam #mashiho #doyoung #jeongwoo #haruto #junghwan #anon #bee answers

[hobidreams]

Bloom Minis: I

things that fall: petals to soil. rain to earth. namjoon for you.

pairing: florist!namjoon x assassin!reader genre: bit of angst-tinged fluff words: 1.4k a/n: this is a drabble for Bloom from Namjoon’s POV. it contains heavy spoilers for the main fic! this is set right after the third meeting between Joon & Reader. yes. that one.

At the sound of the now-familiar shop door’s open, Namjoon’s head snaps up.

Excitement douses every crease of his instinctual grin, betraying the hope that blooms unabashedly in his chest. He’d been in the midst of trimming an arrangement, but the shears are dropped in his haste, needing to be at the front of the store without any more delay.

He wipes his hands on his apron, trying to catch a glimpse of his visitor as his feet slap against the floor. It hasn’t even been a day, but could it be…?

“Hey, it’s me!”

Jungkook’s bright voice filters through the ferns and florals as he enters, casually trendy in his oversized t-shirt and ripped jeans.

Namjoon tries his best not to look too disappointed. “Hey, Kook.”

“Wow. You look so much like an actual florist,” Jungkook laughs, eying Namjoon’s dirt-smeared clothes, the general sweatiness.

Namjoon raises his left eyebrow. “That’s kind of the point.” He turns to pick up a stray towel. He runs it over his face, mopping up some the sticky perspiration. “Are you still on duty?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

Nodding, Namjoon starts to walk towards the door behind the counter. “Then you know what to do.��

Jungkook spins the sign behind him to BE BACK IN 15mins. He flicks the lock, securing it with a quiet click. Namjoon has already disappeared into the backroom. When Jungkook joins his partner, he finds Namjoon sitting amongst computer screens in lieu of trees, the expensive monitors flickering with information or CCTV footage from the hidden cameras around the shop and its vicinity.

“So, this is about the report, yeah?”

Jungkook presses his lips together. “HQ read it this morning,” he confirms. “They’re... not happy.”

“As always.” Namjoon sighs. “I should’ve gone to give the debrief in person. Then I could’ve at least explained it better.”

“Yeah...”

“Damn it.”

“Your report did end kind of... abruptly. And you didn’t get much that can be used against the Nightingales.” Jungkook flicks his eyes to the computers. “Look, bottom line, they think you’re wasting this opportunity we have. With her.” He gestures with his chin at the screenshot blown up on screen. It’s taken from that very first meeting – your face, caught in a fascinated smile as Namjoon shared his billionth plant fact. Thankfully, Jungkook doesn’t question why it’s there. Either way, Namjoon doesn’t think he can explain.

The monitor beside that one holds information Namjoon has now read several hundred times over. They are what sparse facts the NIS could collect on you, your family, your life before your worlds entwined. But he’s long filled those icy fragments with what is unquantifiable in formal documentation: the fatally deep warmth in your eyes, the breaking lilt of your voice when you speak of those you love yet cannot save. After last night, he commits the honey of your whimpered bliss to his memory too.

With a cough, he wills himself to look away from your smile before he loses himself in it again. “It hasn’t even been two months. Don’t they understand that these things take time?” He sticks his tongue in his cheek, jaw set. “It was pure chance that we even met in the first place. We should take every precaution not to rush things and scare her off.” He wants to suggest it requires months, weeks, days; hell, even an hour longer, he would take.

“It was lucky, but it’s not producing many results right now. I’m sure it’s not your fault, but HQ doesn’t want to waste resources by leaving you here.”

If only you knew. “Makes sense.”

Jungkook flashes a light grin, letting the tough NIS agent exterior crack. “Plus, I miss working with you, partner.” Lazily, he makes to lean against a nearby table for half a second before he jerks away. “Ah, god, ouch!” He just lightly stabbed himself on a spike of an aloe plant.

“Hey, careful!” Namjoon’s rolling chair clatters as he lunges towards the plant, nearly knocking a few other pots over in the process. “That one already has a broken leaf!”

Jungkook leaps away with a wince. He carefully situates himself in an open area before he stares with his nose wrinkled at Namjoon, who is practically petting the succulent, making sure Jungkook didn’t uproot it with his jostling. “It’s just a plant.”

That earns Jungkook a glare. “They’re living things, just like you or me.” It takes Namjoon a full minute before he’s satisfied that the aloe hasn’t sustained any lasting trauma. (Jungkook rolls his eyes behind Namjoon’s back.) “Anyway. I miss you too, but I can’t leave. In case she comes back.”

“But you gave her your number.”

“I did, but she might drop by.” And I don’t want to miss it. “Or she’ll want to come over immediately like last night.” Oh. Fuck. Namjoon thinks the curse as soon as the words come out of his mouth, having not been able to staunch them in his focus on covering his emotions. The emotions he hasn’t yet dared to untangle, for fear of what might come out. Bringing up last night will only exacerbate that, complicate it by involving clueless Jungkook in the situation. Namjoon had hoped Jungkook wouldn’t ask about the night at all, but now he watches the younger man’s eyes harden.

“Speaking of which. Can you tell me what really happened last night?” Jungkook flexes his arms, the veins rippling. “I don’t think you just ‘talked and she left.’ That’s just bullshit you wrote for HQ, right?”

“No,” Namjoon replies, perhaps a bit too quickly. “No. It’s true.”

Jungkook just looks at him.

“It is!” Namjoon insists, but he’s much too aware that he and Jungkook have been friends for much too long for such a tactic. Still, he owes it to their partnership to at least try. “She just needed comforting, that’s all. Nothing happened between us. Just talk—”

“Hyung,” Jungkook interrupts with a murmur, his tone holding all the fragility of glass. Yet it’s still delicate enough for Namjoon to understand he is not speaking in a wholly professional capacity. “She’s an assassin.”

“I know.”

“A criminal.”

“Yes.”

“She’s killed people.”

“Well, so have we.”

And there it is. A fact neither of them can refute, nor do they want to acknowledge. It ushers in a silence that neither of them know how to break and so they let it seep through the space until it is suffocating.

“Look, Kook, I’ll stall with HQ somehow. I-I’ll figure it out. I need some time, that’s all. I know what we have to do.” Maybe if he says it enough times, his rebellious brain will finally behave. “We… We’ll get the Nightingales in the end.”

“Right.” Jungkook cards his fingers through his dark hair. “Okay. You’re right. We can do this.” He manages a smile, his prominent teeth peeking out just a bit. “I’m going to go then. Gotta report back.”

“Okay.”

Jungkook walks to the door, unlocks it. He can’t help but turn back one last time. “Hyung. Just... Be careful. Please?”

Namjoon nods even though his heart throbs in contradiction.

And when he is finally left alone with naught but the quiet hum of a distant bee, he turns his stare down at his hands.

He wants to be careful.

He wants so fiercely to stay focused on the task given to him and uphold the tenements of his vocation but all he can remember is the softness of your skin, the heat of your tears drawing rivulets down your cheeks that he could taste on your lips. Damn it all.

Namjoon breathes an extended exhale, collapsing back into his chair. His eyes search the computers, finding your picture on the screen with a misplaced urgency that does nothing to calm his poor heart. Here and now, Namjoon thinks he understands why succulents etiolate. Why they ruin themselves in such desperate reaching for the suffocating heat, the very light that burns scars into their petals, leaves them forever altered. And as he traces the beguiling curves of your smile with his gaze, a truth mires itself in his thoughts so easily it is as if it has always belonged there, as if it finds its home there.

It’s a truth that frightens him with how it overrides logic with instinct, reality with sordid fantasy. Mingling, building, finally culminating into an urge teeming with danger, yet he hurtles himself towards it anyway because he cannot seem to survive otherwise. The damning truth of it all: that he will do anything to hold you in his arms again.

#armiesnet #bts fluff #bts angst #bts reactions #namjoon fluff #namjoon x reader #assassin au #florist au #bloom #rain writes #this is dedicated to miss ari #who so patiently helped me through this :')

[fieryfafarfanfics]

Ecstatic Requiem 2

 Cold wind welcomes her presence through the calming, serene caress on her skin.  Her head holds up high, chin tilts upwards before a single breath of air is inhale slowly. Hands carefully pressed against the Charizard’s back, Kotone adjusts her position and exhales through her mouth. “What a great day, Charlie!” Her smile beams like a thousand suns. Hazel eyes peek at the purring Kanto fire starter. Slim fingers give little scratches on the places she knows the Pokémon loves, and this only widens her smile once she hears a gentle roar.  Beep! Beep!  Her attention is then robbed by the sound of her Pokégear. One hand digs into the pocket of her black pants. Upon taking the device out, Kotone feels the Butterfrees in her stomach to see the name on the screen. With a simple swipe of her thumb, she opened the message.  Skitty <3: honey, r u done w the boring meetings and stuff?  Her hearts skips faster at two things. One: the sole fact that he typed ‘honey’, and two: him.

 Quickly fingers start to reply his text.  Me: darling! yes I hv ♡(ŐωŐ人) are u done wiping out the other trainers?  A few seconds pass by. Beep! Beep!  Skitty <3: uuuuugh nope. i still hv 7 more left  Warm eyes widen in shock.  Me: eh??? theres still more???  Her body leans a bit forward for stability. As for Charlie, upon realizing that Kotone is no longer pressing her palms against her back, she slows down.  Skitty <3: yes theres more. n im more annoyd too. i told them im gonna hv a small break rn bt i swear if this keeps going ill just fight the pokemon myself  A snort slips out.  Me: id love to see that (♡´౪`♡) at least you beat them all right?  Skitty <3: uuuuuugh nope  She can vividly hear his adorably annoyed groan. Before she can reply, another text beeps in.  Skitty <3: 3 trainers surprisingly (and annoyingly) beat me. lucky they arent cocky assholes like ur cousin.  Me: im gonna screenshot this to white fyi  Skitty <3: ANYWAYS,  Laughter bubbles in the chill, orange sky.  Skitty <3: those trainers wanna battle u next bt i told them to battle u tmrrw.  Me: eh really? i can go there and battle them later tonight tho  Skitty <3: no  A single eyebrow raises in confusion.  Me: why???? (・∧‐)ゞ  Skitty <3: coz ur mine tonite  If it weren’t for Charlie’s fast reflexes, Kotone probably would have slide down off her back.  Flush of red kisses her tanned cheeks. The same cheeks then puff slowly. The long end of her ponytail tickles the side of her neck, and Kotone is at lost on whether the shivers in her body is due to the hair or text.  Quickly she texts back.  Me: someones possessive (♡´艸`)  Skitty <3: u hv no idea hw possessive i can be when it comes to you  God, Kotone wants to scream right now.  Face now filled with heated swirls, she peeks at the screen.  Me: cant wait to find out tonight then (⺣◡⺣)♡*  Skitty <3: i hope ur ready then my love  Dead! I’m dead! Screams echo in her mind as Kotone bends forward against the Charizard’s back. He’ll be the death of me! Giddy giggles burst from pretty pink lips. Her legs start to wiggle forward and back, obviously catching the attention of her confused Kanto starter.  Charlie’s wings continue to flap, but her attention has now been stolen by her excited trainer. A smile of her own curls the edges of her mouth. She knows damn well the only person who could make her trainer act and feel such a way was none other than the redhead. Puffs of light smoke slips out of her nostrils, Charlie emits what can be depicted as a chuckle and flies forward.  After letting it out of her system, Kotone carefully sits up straight and releases a long line of air. After texting each other their ‘I love you’s, she tucks the communication device back into her pocket. Her smile now ever present, both hands are brought up to tap each warm cheek.  God, she feels so lucky to have him.  Slowly her attention comes back to the skies. A nice, orange hue slowly, warmly envelopes the sky. There are less flying-types around as Charlie soars, so peace and quiet truly wraps the trainer’s senses.  Hazel eyes cast down, and a soundly gasp escapes pink lips at the sight of a place she hadn’t been to in a while.  “Charlie,” she called the Charizard. Magnificent blues meet warm hazels. “Can you bring us down to Ilex Forest?” ---  The air always feels fresh whenever she arrives at the place.  Arms stretch comfortable to the sides. The air is a bit chillier once she reaches the ground, and Kotone honestly loves the feel of it against her arms and neck. Feeling fatigue being washed away from fresh air alone, she plops her hands to the sides. Eyes turn to her Charizard, right hand now holding the starter’s ball as a silent question if she wants to get back in.  With a single nod from Charlie, Kotone flashes a smile and returns her.  Ball shrunk and clipped onto the belt of her pants, Kotone then looks around the forest. It has been years since she last stepped foot, but awe and wonderment always splash her face to witness the breath-taking scene. It seems that the forest hasn’t changed a bit, hence it brings back a small twinge of nostalgia in her heart.    Her mind wanders as her feet walks around the forest. Sounds of slumbering Hoothoots catch her ears. Sights of Caterpies and Weedles frolicking about opens a box of reminiscences in her heart. Ah how she misses being a teenager again. When she first stepped into the peaceful forest, she was 16 at that time. Soft giggles bubble out when she remembers her famous pigtails and puffy hat.  Skitty always hates that puffy hat. Giggles evolve into innocent laughter.  She remembers that Azalea Town was the place she had met Silver for the third time. While their early encounters weren’t exactly pleasant in the least, Kotone always treasures each and every memory into her heart. Each memory plays like a movie, and she truly means that literally when she learned Mewtwo has the ability to form one’s memories to a clear, vivid, realistic image.  She finds that useful for her future child when they would ask questions such as how she and Silver met.  Ah, her face is blushing again.  “Geez…” Her heart beats ever so gleefully every time she thinks of him.  Again she gives her cheeks little taps. At the same time, her feet has stopped, and it takes Kotone a second to realize that she is standing before the Ilex Forest Shrine. “Oh!” Surprise and amusement trickle pass her tongue. Taking a few steps forward, Kotone gazes at the spectacular shrine.  Its design was simplistic as ever, yet bears so many memories and significances for the people of Azalea Town. The wooden pillars remain strong, though now covered in small vines on some ends. A few berries and fruits can be seen; Kotone assumes they were offerings from the people and Pokémon alike for the shrine’s owner.  Celebi.  The name rings in her head. Wind caresses her arms gently, tracing tickles on the finest hairs on her skin. Every time her thoughts wander to the legendary, Kotone can never forget the story Silver had told her.  How he had technically died after saving her. How he was plunged into a cold abyss. How his soul withered, his mind blank from the acceptance of his timely death.  She couldn’t imagine the indescribable horror he had gone through when he told her. Just the mere thought of it once brings tears to her eyes.  Deep breaths inhaled deep into her lungs. He is fine now, she assures herself. Kotone keeps the reminder firm and planted. Celebi had saved him from his death. Celebi actually rewrote the past in order to keep him breathing again. The Time Travel Pokémon even let Silver meet his mother one last time, giving the dead a proper goodbye before he comes back to the living.  Hazel eyes gleam at the stories he told her. Silver… The pain he went through was unimaginable. The life he grew up in was anything but human. To know such a child went through hell on earth at such a young age…her skin prickles at the fearful thought.  No human can survive being sane as long as Silver has.  Sullen gaze falls on the breath-taking shrine. “Silver…” His name lulls through her lips like a heavy prayer. How she wishes she can go back in time. How she wishes she can help him even before they were properly met. All the words she wants to say for him. All the reassurance she would give to a child who had lost everything.  Hands rub up and down her arms.  Suddenly, sorrow pops into caution when she hears rustling from behind. Quickly she reaches for Damien’s Pokéball; one heel had turned and sight sharpened to one of wary. “Who’s there?” The noise sounds too heavy for a Pokémon in the area. Kotone would assume it came from a human, probably a trainer going on an adventure just like her before. But the sky above is shrouded in darkness, and it isn’t so wrong to be cautious of any danger that lurks in the night.  Especially given from a woman who had gone through hell and once became danger herself.  “Kotone?”  Once the voice lulls into her ears, Kotone immediately feels her muscle loosen.  “Hibiki!” Caution turns to joy. Fingers casually unwrapped around the Typhlosion’s Pokéball.  Finally able to walk out of the thick bushes, Hibiki brushes off the dead leaves off his arms and head. “Kotone!” Joy rings just as true as hers. Without hesitance, he briskly walks towards her for an embrace. Arms open wide, the young man hugs her by the shoulders and gives her a little squeeze. “Oh my Arceus, it is you!”  “Ya!” Laughter bubbles out of pretty pink lips. She returns his embrace with one of her own. “Wow, what’re you doing here?” Pulling away to look at him, Kotone gives his arms a little shake.  “Oof,” he winces slightly, “watch your strength there.” Laughter pops out with a mixture of surprise. Being the Johto Champion really does have its perks. “Anyways, I was just doing some field study.” Once and twice he rolls his arms.  Surprise widens a pair of hazels. “Field study? At 8 at night?”  He knew she would be shocked by his activities. “Yeah.” Once again he laughs. Grey eyes gleam as bright as his innocent smile. “I usually do my routine check-ups at night, you know. There are some nocturnal Pokémon out and about when I least expect it, so I figured it would be nice to not miss any opportunity there is.” Hands plop comfortably by his sides. “Besides, doing field studies at night really gives me a peace of mind since there aren’t any trainers or so many rowdy Pokémon around.”  He has a point, as he always does when it comes to Pokémon research. “I see you’re really excelling in the field.” A proud smile shines upon her lips. “And hey, I also see that the field gave you a great workout too.” Lightly she punches his left arm. Cheeks shroud in pink at the compliment. “Well, I still have a long way to go, though.” One hand scratches the back of his head. “You’re not so bad yourself. I see constant training and battling really put some muscles in you.” His comment is replied with a sweet laugh. As sheepish as he is to receive such compliments from his childhood friend, Hibiki wouldn’t lie that he is in awe of her hidden strength.  “Well…” Feeling slight conscious of the compliment of her body, Kotone taps her fingers gingerly. “I gotta stay fit if I want to catch up to younger trainers and defend my title.”  “I can see that.” A nod is given. It takes him a few minutes, but realization then hits when he can’t find the presence of another champion. “By the way, Silver isn’t with you?”  “Oh,” she chirped, “nah, he’s busy battling trainers at the Indigo League.”  “At this hour?” Now it is his turn to have shock plastered on his face. “It’s really late. Shouldn’t the League have like…closing times or something?”  A sigh leaves her lips. “It does, but it’s until 10. So for now, as long as there are trainers itching to battle after collecting all the gym badges of Kanto and—or—Johto, the Elite Four and us Champions have to get ready.” Honestly, explaining the concept alone is tiring. But much to no one’s surprise, she still manages to defend her title for 8 years. True, Silver has beaten her more times that she kept count, but she also has taken back her title from him many times than one can keep tally. In the end, Lance, the Elite Four, and the Indigo League management agreed to have two separate champions reigning on each region.  It’s quite adorable when she thinks about it; the Champion of Kanto and Champion of Johto are the loving, fearsome husband and wife couple.    “So anyways,” Another sigh slides off her mouth, “I’m just here walking around in Ilex Forest, getting some fresh air.” Hazel eyes look at the shrine behind her. “And of course, looking at the shrine behind me.”  Hibiki doesn’t say much, instead nods in understanding. “I see…” Lower lips juts in thought, he gives his attention to the holy place before him. “Well, if you don’t mind, I’d love to keep you company. It’s been a while since we’ve hanged out.” A few steps are taken until he stands next to her. His smile widens at her acceptance.  “Thanks, Hibiki.” She doesn’t mind the company. In truth, she misses her best friend as well.  Suddenly, before any of them could actual start a conversation, a bright light beams a few steps away from them. The shock and light briefly dazzle them both. One has his arms shielded in front of squinted eyes. One once again grips her starter’s Pokéball while shielding her eyes with one hand.   “W-What’s going on?!” Fear of the unknown pierces his tone. None answers his question, though the light unfortunately shines brighter and brighter.  “I don’t know.” Through gritted teeth she replies. A Pokéball has been unclipped from her belt, but the blinding ray causes her to flinch in her place.  Luckily, no heat nor chill harms them both. But with confusion and fear overpowering them, Kotone lightly curses under her breath as she tries to get her body to move.  “…bi—”  Irises shrink in the middle of hazels when she hears a faint sound.  “…C…e…bii—”  That sound! She knows that sound! The owner of the holy shrine. The guardian of the forest. The saviour of Silver’s life. While Kotone herself has never met the Time Travel Pokémon personally, she knows it in her heart that this strange light was Celebi’s doing.  “Cele—bi—” The name slurs out in broken hisses. Trying to find and reason with the tiny legendary, Kotone tries to scoot one foot forward. The light, to her dismay, only gets brighter and brighter, almost rivalling the sun. Hoping to Arceus that her next action won’t blind her, Kotone sucks in a deep breath and drops her hands.  Hazel eyes—though in pain of the menacing gleam—manage to spot the green shape of the creature who is causing glimmering commotion. “Please sto—!”  Before any words could be breathed out, the light—along with the two baffled humans—disappear in a blink.

#Soulsilvershipping #Trainer Kotone #Rival Silver #Pokemon HGSS #Pokemon #ecstatic requiem #tadaaaa #ill see if i can update chapter 4 tonight ehee #kotone #hibiki

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Tortured Souls. (11)

With: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

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(Gifs/Images go to their rightful owners. The photos of Bucky and Steve I took a screenshot of one video.)

Warnings: Violence, smut…

Word Count: 4,689

“Maria Hill.”

You looked at him unsurely, of course you were waiting for anyone but she wasn’t the one… it couldn’t.

Clint looked at both of you and Fury.

“Are you sure about this?” Clint asked and the man just bowed his head.

“Why would I lie? I’m here aren’t I?”

Fury pulled the chair and sat in front of the man propping his elbows on the metal table. “Agent Hill is the one betraying us? The one working for your boss?” The man nodded his head.

You thought about Maria, she was always nice and you two were never close but she had literally zero reasons to try to ruin your life. Besides, it just didn't sound right. “Is a lie.”

The man looked at you with his annoying smile. “Oh come on princess, you knew your heart would be broken.”

You grinned at him and walked to his side of the table, you propped your ass on the table and crossed your arms over your chest looking at his face close by. You did your best reading of his facial expressions. “My heart isn’t broken, princess.” You joked. “Besides, you answered really fast the name, you didn’t even try to make some more games.”

Fury agreed with your strategy, everything was too easy. Normally interrogations took days to happen. At least if the method of torture wasn’t imminent.

The man scoffed and looked at Clint. “Legolas won’t say anything?”

Clint laughed at the nickname too exaggeratedly. “Wow, that is gold, I mean what a thoughtful nickname. No one ever used it before." He lied. “But no; Even though I really want to punch your face right now, I will let the lady do the talking.”

“What Maria Hill looks like?” Fury asked. he wasn’t really fond of his right arm betraying him.

The man thought and shrugged his shoulders. “We never saw each other close by, she only talks with Artem.”

You titled your head remembering the words he said back at the old factory.

“But you said she is just a stupid bitch that thinks that knows something, you couldn’t make this presumption without seeing her in real life.”

“What can I say, I’m an exaggerated man.” You laughed but punched his face. “I know I have my rights-” You punched again.

“I can do this all day.” You said and he complained so you punched again.

“Okay!” His face was with different colors because of the previous punches you had given him back in the old industry, and because of the new ones. “Hmm… She has black hair and black eyes.”

Her eyes were blue. “That is right, and she has that birthmark right under her left eye, right?” You said calmly like it was the truth, looking at Fury faking concern.

“Right.” He answered and you looked over Clint.

Fury stood up and waved his head to the door for you and Clint follow him. When he opened the door he yelled for one of the guards to keep an eye on the door.

He walked into his office and you two followed close behind. When the door closed you sat in one of the chairs. “So isn’t Maria, I know that. That means that the person that is behind this made a whole plan in case we got one of their men in arrest.”

Clint sat in the chair near you. “Smart move.”

“The person wanted to incriminate Maria, the ‘her’ he talked about, maybe isn’t even a woman.” You thought out loud.

“But they would need a woman to pass as Y/N.” Fury added.

“Do you remember the Mandarin? The one that made uncountable terrorisms and at the end, it was just a man Tony had pissed off thirteen years ago.”

Fury chuckled at the memory. “I can’t blame the man. Tony was a real asshole back in the day, even worse than now.” You laughed. 

“I remember that case, the man even managed to call the president. Do you think they hired an actress?” Clint asked.

“Is possible.” You answered. “Or is really someone of here, since it as a personal issue with Maria apparently.”

“I want to finish this now.” Fury said pissed. “You wanted my consent to send the Avengers on a mission… You have it.” Fury allowed your previous request and you thanked the skies for so.

“Finally!” You exclaimed.

Clint smile at your face of relief. “We can’t go back at the Compound, we have to interrogate that smiley-guy there.”

You chuckled, Fury clicked on a few digitals buttons on his table and opened the camera of the room the witness was locked on. “Let him with me, I guarantee you I will grab as much information as necessary. You two can go.”

You and Clint took the quinjet, and you saw how people were looking at you with repugnance, truly believing you were the one that hurt so many innocent people.

                                 …

At the Compound you were received with Sam smirking holding a small microphone in his hand, the bug you knew someone had established inside the place. “I knew it!”

Tony came to the view holding another one. “We found those and located the destination to Maryland.”

You glanced at Clint who shook his head, it was the exact destination he had located a few days before.

                                 …

Entering your room you were welcomed with Bucky sat in your bed looking at a few files you had placed on your drawers.

With the pass of the years, you grabbed a few files about Tony, Steve, the second war where Howard worked on and the era where sergeant Bucky Barnes and the small soldier Steve Rogers became super soldiers.

Although he knew you were back because his hearing had heard you talking with his friends outside, but when he saw you he thanked the skies anyway.

He walked to your reach and gave you a giant hug. “I was so worried!”

You welcomed his warm embrace.

“Come on, you saw me four hours ago.”

“Still.” He answered seriously and grabbed your face on his hands kissing you for dear life, putting all his feeling on the kiss.

You got out of breath when your lips parted. “I should worry you more often.” He gave you the look of ’I dare you’ and you giggled.

He placed the loose strand of hair that was on your face behind your ear and kissed your forehead before hugging you again, you could tease as much as you wanted, but the truth was you were happy to be safe and back.

“I need a shower.” You said against his chest and he hummed.

“Need my help?” He asked and it was the cutest thing since he was trying to sound sexy but failed, like he was trying to say something he would be able to say too carefreely when he was a teenager.

You grabbed his right hand and kissed the top of it. “I would love to, but I need to think a little.” Sincerity was in your voice and he nodded knowing how tiring it was after a mission.

In the shower, you washed every trace of sweat or blood. You washed your hair and let the water cascade over your form.

Fury allowed a mission after Artem and you were truly happy about that, but you couldn’t stop worry and feel anxious about who would be behind the ‘mask’ using your face. You feared it could be someone you loved. Also worried if any of your friends would get hurt in the process.

You finished your shower and dried your body dressing one of Bucky’s underwear and his red henley, the new one he had bought, not the old fabric filled with bullets holes. You kept a towel rolled in your hair, too tired to use a hairdryer.

Back at your room, Bucky was in his previous position with one of the files on his hands, he looked at you wearing his clothes and smirked feeling slightly proud for accomplishing such a beautiful woman on his life.

You took the towel off your head squeezing it in the process to take any water excess out and brushed it the best with your fingers, you kneeled in the bed and Bucky opened his arms inviting you to join him.

You sat on the bed and propped your back on Bucky’s chest, his back sustained in the headboard so you sat between his legs. “Can I braid your hair?” He asked while softly massaging your scalp.

“Sure.” You answered and felt him moving. He stood up going to the bathroom to take a few things to help in the process and gladly took the wet towel with him. He got back with a hairbrush and some hair ties. “You don’t need all of these.” You said smiling seeing at least six hair ties on his palm.

“We never know.” He sat in his previous position. “Okay, if it hurts you tell me.” He warned and you shook your head stating you agreed.

His hands were soft and it unquestionably made you feel more relaxed. You saw the files scattered across the bed and remembered how you managed to grab each one of them and making a small collection of informations. 

You two had talked about it before, about the previous occurrences. But you saw Howard file and felt the opportunity to ask Bucky something you never had the courage to do before. “How was Howard?” Bucky looked at you startled but kept his hands moving on your hair. You knew he killed him, why ask him such a thing? “I mean before… everything. Tony doesn’t say much and I wonder how he was before. All I have is files and Steve never talks much.” Bucky took a few seconds wondering your point of view.

Bucky nodded discerning what you were implying. “Well, he was smart like Tony. A huge flirt like… really huge like a lot! He would flirt with every possible dame around, in every Expo he made he kissed at least one girl on the stage.” Bucky said and a small grin appeared on his face.

“Like you.” You teased, he smiled and were glad you weren’t seeing his face.

“Yeah, like me.” He took a deep breath, the image of Howard on the day he died came back to Bucky’s mind. “But anyway he was a good man. We hadn’t talked much besides battle strategies back in the day.” His words were fast.

“Tony says he wasn’t much lovely with him.“

“Yeah, maybe the war had changed him somehow, at least he seemed the type of man that would love his kids.”

“Yeah, I guess the war changes everyone…”

You held the photo with Bucky and Steve on it after Steve saved Bucky in Austria. The picture was of the best quality possible since the original was so old. “It looks like a lifetime ago.”

He stood braiding your hair and hummed. You touched the material placing your index finger on his face oddly caressing it. Bucky saw the gesture and thought about how he was back in the day. “Would you like if I cut my hair?”

You got surprised with the mention, once Sam said to him that his hair was getting out of hand, but Bucky just grinned with a sadness in his eyes.

Later that day you asked and he said that the short hair was the old him, and just the thought of having it short again would certainly trigger some bad feelings. “I like your hair the way it’s.” You replied.

“If one day I get… courage, would you think it might be weird? That the short hair wouldn’t mix well with the arm?”

“I think you’ll look good with any type of hair James Barnes.” You promised and he smiled. But he didn’t like much when people call him James anymore, back in the day the nickname of Buchanan was just some way for he doesn’t get lost between the number of men also named James, he remembers how happy he got when his school teacher said Bucky rather than Jamie.

But now he liked to be called Bucky, he took long enough to identify, and when he did he held the small word. “Bucky.”

You nodded your head and felt your new braid being placed over your shoulder and felt a gentle kiss being placed on your head. You touched it and surprisingly it was perfect.

Bucky loved your hair and in the years of friendships, he tried to do a few things on it, like you did with his own. You turned around sitting in front of him, and touched his cheek smiling when he closed his eyes and pushed his face even closer. “Bucky.” You said agreeing with his previous silent request.

You moved and laid comfortable against his chest as the previous position, but then more relaxed and fully touching his chest, he touched your hips and smirked when he saw you were wearing his undies preferably than your panties, or nothing at all.

You held the file that belonged to Tony when Fury sent Natasha to make some analyzations to see if he was worth to join the super-secret boy band.

Bucky looked at the file on your hands and analyzed the words on it. “Fury didn’t want him at first?”

“No.” You smirked. “Tony is really stubborn and don’t take orders well.”

“Steve complains about this all the time.” Bucky smirked and you giggled, Steve surely complained about how Tony took the matter with his own hands and didn’t follow intrusions, but after all Tony wasn’t a soldier.

“This is true.” You laughed remembering how Steve’s face got red every time he and Tony argued after a simple mission. “But if Tony followed instructions, maybe he wouldn’t be as effective as he is.“ You read the same words again enjoying the feeling of Bucky’s touch on your hair, it was so soothing. Who would thought a tough soldier would be gentle as a new hairdresser.

“Speaking about Steve.” You lowered Tony’s file and grabbed a newspaper article which addressed to Steve. ’The hero who sacrificed everything.’ “You guys lived so many things.” Bucky knew you meant every single person you had on the files.

“So did you.” He pointed.

“Yeah, but… is different.”

“Just because you don’t have your files here with the others.” It was the truth, strangely you just couldn’t see your name on a file.

“Anyhow,” You tried to change the topic, you opened the article and read the words you had saw before. All about how Steve was before the serum, how he got after, and how he is now. It sort of comical how people believed they knew Steve Rogers, but they didn’t.

Bucky grabbed the yellow file with his name on it. You knew inside was all about him, especially pictures and quoted phrases from Hydra. He began to open it in front of you since your back was on his chest so his arms were in front of you.

You knew the first photo was him in cryo and you were anticipating the terrible feeling he might feel, he opened a piece revealing a glimpse of his face. 

You grabbed his hand closing the file and held his hand. The moment was calm and you just wanted to make him happy, maybe seeing such a traumatic picture would ruin all of the sweet atmospheres and you didn’t want him sad. 

You kept touching his hand closing it but he just shook his head declaring it was okay.

He opened it in full view and saw himself frozen. You took a deep breath, even if happy with you, you couldn’t shake all the hate you felt for Hydra because of all the pain they did with him.

“I hate them.”

“I hate them too.” He said and you two exchanged glances, Bucky didn’t tell but his missions on every Hydra base was a personal matter for him. And suddenly, the shitty organization wants the woman he loved as well. “I love you.” He said and realizing just what he said you turned your body to look at him properly.

“Really?” A smile made its place on your face. Concern was something that made your mind wander that all of your “relationship” with Bucky was something platonic. Something that only would work out of the real life.

He nodded. “I love you.” You said it back.

His lips found yours and the rest of the night were filled with love declarations and even promises for the future.

                            ��…

People gathered around the room. Natasha and Bruce weren’t there, Thor went back to Asgard, Vision wouldn’t help but he was sent on a mission with Wanda aside a few agents, Rhodey couldn’t work and you refused to call Peter when Sam mentioned the boy’s name.

So it would be Bucky, Steve, Tony, Sam, Clint and you against anything that would come.

“We attack the old fabric in Maryland. Where we tracked the bug.” You said.

Steve nodded. “Okay, how much of us will go?”

“You guys.” The numbers weren’t big but would do the job.

“Do we separate in groups?” Sam asked.

“Will be better.” Tony answered.

“I have the area design and I know the blind spots. We can split in three. Me and Steve, Sam and Clint, Y/N and… Bucky.” Tony answered an opened a hologram with the area.

You smirked glad that Tony recognized how good you and Bucky worked together. “When we will go?”

You pondered about the perfect timing. “Tomorrow at noon would be better.”

Clint looked at the hologram studying the place, probably examining for the higher spots. “I agree.”

Steve remembered the last mission you went with, the one where you got shot, and worried about your health. “Are you sure you want tl go ,Y/N? Nothing is hurting?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your kidneys.” You didn’t even remember the terrible wound.

“Oh no, I’m completely fine. Right, Clint?” You gazed at the man who nodded his head solemnly letting a ’yep’ left his lips.

                                 …

After some talk with your friends about the mission and all the danger that will surely come with it.

You threw your body on the bed and hugged your pillow.  The door opened and someone sat at the end of it, you heard some metal plates moving so you knew it was your loved one. “I can’t wait for tomorrow.”

“I’m glad Tony allowed we together on the mission.” Tony could have all his problems with Bucky, but he knew you two were great as partners on missions.

“You wanted his permission in another thing too.” You teased.

“You know I do.” He gave your butt a playful slap. “Get ready.” He said and stood up leaving you behind, you turned your body to face his own.

“Why?”

“We are going out today." He raised his wrist and looked at the hour on his watch you bought for him a few years back to his birthday, actually you realized he was a dressed with some dark jeans and a dark blue one button shirt and with a leather jacket above it. You almost salivated at the vision and his cheeks reddened realizing your staring. “Come on, we hadn’t a date and I want to do it right.”

A thought came to your mind, a thought of staying put and prepared for the next day, but he seemed so hopeful and you knew he probably had put an effort into his plan. You got up and started to get dressed. You opened your closet but didn’t know what to wear. “What do I wear?”

“Jeans, we are going out on Steve’s bike.” You chuckled. “What?”

“Nothing is just, it’s Steve’s bike and we use it more than himself.”

Dressing up you chose some dark grey jeans, a white shirt and a leather jacket as well. You and Bucky got on the bike, both wearing helmet, and he drove away in the night.

The whole path you held on his body enjoining the amazing feeling of love you were feeling, the next day would be dangerous, so Bucky’s idea came at the right moment.

The destination was an abandoned house in a place far from the city and far from the Compound. You looked at him worried but he just smirked. He opened the door and you followed behind, he clicked on the switch and the lights came up.

The outside of the place surely gave the wrong idea, inside was clean and with a table prepared with food and some drinks.

Bucky walked to the fireplace and lighted the matchstick before throwing in the wood, it burned up and the place held a whole new meaning of homey.

“You did all of this?” He shook his head and placed his hands on his pants pockets, nervous. “When?” The place was so simply gorgeous, you placed the helmet on the old countertop it has there.

“I started reforming it when we were avoiding each other, I mean I couldn’t sleep at night so one day I was walking, and I found it.”

“Got it.”

“Shall we?” He guided to the table and you walked to it, he ran in front of you and pulled the chair for you, the perfect gentleman.

One of the Bucky’s best hobbies was to cook, on the table had a large lasagne dish and a homemade cherry pie in the Barnes’s style. “You did this?”

“Yes, if you want we can call and ask pizza or Japanese food I-”

“No, it’s perfect. This all is perfect.” You needed to hold your tongue to not say a cringe phrase as ‘you are perfect.’

He sat in the chair on your front and you saw how blushing he was. “Why you are nervous?” You asked in a soft voice.

“We never had a date before.” The answer was true, but in the years of friendship you two always hang out.

“Well, we went out … a lot.” You pointed and grabbed a plate to put some of the delicious food on it.

He nodded and helped you when you couldn’t take a perfect piece of the lasagna making the cheese fall off it, you two laughed. “Never as boyfriend and girlfriend.”

You smiled at the official name. “Is that what we are?”

He kept quiet and helped to serve the food on your plate, when the task was done he looked at you and shook his head softly. “Yes, at least for me." The words held sincerity as you had never heard before.

“For me is too.” You added and you both knew that at that moment a promise was made.

The dinner was perfect, the food and dessert were better than any fancy restaurant. The fireplace burning some lumber make it all cozier. The soft atmosphere made you feel like a princess inside a movie.

Sitting on the sofa you looked at the flames burning up. Bucky’s arm made its place over your shoulders and his lips found yours.

Bucky couldn’t grow tired of the warm feeling of your lips against his, it was like a long pain relief. You adjusted your body laying on the couch with him following by. Your legs were bent making him in the middle of them, he grabbed your thigh firmly bringing it close to his hip. He tried to take your pants off but got frustrated since the jeans were tight, you chuckled and he got up allowing you space to open it. “You were the one that told me to come in jeans.” You teased and he laughed.

“I will make sure next time you come in a dress.” He started to undress, the pants and shirt went off and he laid above you again.

Time seemed to stop between the kisses and touches, when you realized you were bared and he was too. The door was locked and no one could ever found the place.

After so many touches, kisses and his delicious moans near your ear you could feel your wetness running down your thighs, you moved your body so you would be the one at the top, but Bucky had other ideas since he sat as well while kissing you. You were straddling his lap and you touched his cock finding it already wet of precum. He moaned with your touch and you guided it in very slowly allowing yourself to feel every vein and bump of his cock.

When his shaft hit your cervix he started to grind his hip, moans adorned the place and Bucky was panting on your collarbone, his movement hit all the right places and you couldn’t control the sounds that came out of your mouth. You grabbed his hair and pulled his head close to yours seeking his lips. Clinging harder on him you threw your head back, his lips found your breasts and his hands were placed on your hip and ass grabbing you even closer to him.

When the climax was approaching he placed the cold metal hand between your bodies and started to make circles motion on your clit. All the knots in your stomach snapped and a heated flush of tingles flew to your core.

Your whole body quivered and your hip rattled against his own as your orgasm brought you to your climax.

Bucky came as well and his blue eyes locked on yours while he tried to regain his breath, your body felt weak but you managed to close the distance and kissed his plump pinkish lips.

Your bodies were sweated and perfectly placed against each other.

The sound of burning wood and soft pants filled the place making you smile. He kissed your head and played with your hair locks. “Wow.”

“Uau.” You retorted and both started to laugh. “Good for a first date?”

He looked into your eyes and the lazy smile on your lips, the lips he loves so much. “Amazing.” His answer was sincere and he kissed you again, softly that time.

When you glanced at his watch you saw how late it already was, time did move fast when you are having a good time. “We got to go.” You said trying to convince yourself rather than him.

“Yeah…” He answered but neither of you moved, his hands were so relaxing massaging your hair. “We have a mission tomorrow.”

You knew it, and you were looking forward but you just wanted to be in his arms. You let go of his warm chest and looked at him under the soft glow again, picturing the view for later on.

The process of dressing was slow because neither of you wanted to leave. When you got ready and Bucky threw a glass of water in the fireplace and cleaned the previous dishes he followed you outside. You were looking at the stars which the lonely place helped since the lights around were minimal. You felt a kiss on your head and a hand placed on your lower back.

Wrapping your arms around his waist, the bike rolled down the dark street picking up a high speed.

Your eyes were darting over the tall trees and you enjoyed the feeling of Bucky so close.

The thing you didn’t know, was that it could be the last time to feel his body against yours.

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Ryan has a new bitch he’s interested in every week so ladies don’t think you’re special. None of us are. He has a new bitch every week whether he’s single or not. Isn’t that right Ryan? Do you want to counter argue me? Also would you like me to give names of just a FEW of those lovely ladies or are you gonna stop talking shit to me? Get this he’s still calling me a whore! He can’t own up to shit. He still denies it and is pissed I found him out yet again! He won’t apologize. He actually never has for ANY of it. EVER. Big surprise there! Should I post the emails babe? I can prove it however it needs to be proven. If he denies any of it there’s always a way around it. Trust me I’ve tried this before and the motherfucker still fucking lies and tries to find a way around it so I already know his pathetic tactics. Just trace the IP address to the email. Btw thanks for teaching me that btw. I never knew itd come in handy one day it sucks that the cops couldn’t help me with that tho. They had more important things to do then to trace shit over the net with a bunch of she said he said bullshit cause there’s too much of that going around all over the net anyway. It’s impossible to prove anything and no cop or judge is going to make a case out of any of it. Apparently it’s too pointless and petty and happens far too frequently that it’s not even an important matter of concern to them as cops etc. Also they aren’t gonna go Searching for evidence all over the net too when there are babies being thrown in dumpsters. Etc. etc. The cops couldn’t even help me when you posted the revenge porn of me even when they EVEN heard you admitting to it on the fucking phone from YOUR # & your voicemails that they listened to. Ya remember that?? But yes! Believe me I tried. Need me to go on tho?? Oh... also didn’t you say you even sent revenge porn of me to one of my ex friends who liked me? I stopped talking to them cause of you (mr. we both only need eachother. I don’t need to talk to other girls. I’m not a whore like you blah fucking blah - care for me to expand on that too??!) but I can get that video if need be but sure go ahead and try and threaten them too. I got more dirt on that person that you wouldn’t believe. I mean you have deframed (?) me enough times on twitter and on fb and on the deep/dark web posting revenge porn of me there too. And ya the cops etc. also they can’t help if you retaliated back too in the past. Which I have and you have. And dating you I learned to take screenshots and show other people your actual posts too Incase you try and lie later. There’s also your friends that have seen it but ofc if they’re YOUR friends I wouldn’t put it past them to be the type of person to lie under oath for you. I mean I know some of the girls that you are friends with on here even support you even knowing that youre an abuser. Which maybe I should out now that I think of it. no one tolerates people that defend abusers anymore anyway. Whether the abuser is your friend or not. No one cares. It makes you look just as bad as the abuser. Especially if you are a woman supporting an abusive man. Also remember jack, Ryan? Ya there’s this guy jack. His mother came to my house once cause she wanted to get in contact with Ryan. Apparently his own parents shooed jacks poor old mother away. See your precious Ryan... he’s a con man. He stole her car but see he got away with it because jacks sweet old mother thought she could trust him with the keys. He takes the car and steals (he always does this - big ass clepto/thief) the stuff inside it (a bunch of electronic crap.) As a con man you got to know a lot about the law so there really is nothing the cops can do with Ryan stealing her car cause she willingly gave his con man ass the keys. And when He was done using the car to go to places (he didn’t have a car at the time) he dumps it somewhere far away from San antonio and or where jack and his mother live and then one of his family members (and I know who too so yes try to get at me - I’m not outing this person YET cause this is the only actual person in Ryan’s family that actually seems like the most sane and level headed person) who lived around there drove Ryan’s ass away. Ryan’s so called friends know about this too. I can name the two... but ofc these people unlike most of you on here know how Ryan really is so ofc they back up Ryan in fear of what he might do to them. Am I right? So and so.. ;) I also have jack and his mothers #. I can go on and on. I have tons of proof, don’t I Ryan? So yes. Please keep calling me a whore. I even have the report jacks mother made that I went down and got Incase you threaten them to back you up somehow so ya thought of that too, darling and ofc other things etc. etc. and lies about you and your family that I have found out and have known for quite some time now. But haven’t said shit despite how y’all treat me. But see that was because I LOVED Ryan. Think I still do now?? But you see being with Ryan you’ll realize you have to do all these types of things cause he’s just that kind of a con man/asshole/wife beater etc. etc. arent you, Ryan? So yes. Please. Keep calling me a whore, babe. Do it ️ oh and you think you can get at me for so called ‘threatening’ your family which I hardly am but knowing your lying desperate ass I can only imagine... Well before you try that one, my dear...think long and hard first... here I’ll kinda help your narcissistic self out cause you always forget all the shit you’ve did cause you never do anything wrong... right babe? You’re such a sweet guy... right everyone?? But ya... babe...remember my dying father that was in intensive care that you wanted to pull out all his plugs and kill him. I have the voicemail still of you threatening that to me if I didn’t call you back and the report of that too and the cop who listened to that vm as well and the hospital who was alerted and the cops/security in the hospital who were on standby. But yes... There’s also that just for STARTERS. But yes it’s awesome that both are fathers are lawyers. Isn’t it babe? Both of us know so much about the law and all. And also this isn’t half of what I know and I’m sure I only know a bit of what you know too. But mr let’s let bygones be bygones... hm? How does that apply with Brandi now? You hated that I still held all your cheating against you and you wanted a clean slate with me. ‘unlike you I love you so I trust you. Blah fucking blah. Hur durh.’ It must be easy for you to trust me and ‘love’ me when I don’t go around fucking cheating and whoring myself out all the damn time and then lying about it!! so yes babe. I can trust you. You love me. You don’t cheat. You are faithful and you do love me. You want to marry me. You bought me a ring. You want to have babies with me. Yaddah yaddah yaddah. Did I forget any of the other bullshit that you’ve said??? I guess why I’m the most pissed off is cause you abuse me and say you don’t do shit behind my back and for me not to still be hurt or bring up that old shit that you don’t do anymore and that I should give you a clean slate and all this fucking bs and yet... here we are... see if I did any of the shit you did... let’s face it. I’d be dead right now. Want me to say how I know? ;) ya didn’t think so. The most fucked up part is that you never even felt bad for it... and if anything I went over and beyond to save your ass cause I was worried about you getting in trouble for some of the real bad abusive shit you did to me. Or did you forget that too? Or do you Want to make a lie about that too or should I just say the whole damn thing?? Cause let’s be honest Ryan... I don’t ever find out everything do I? ;)

Oh and before you threaten me with your lie that my 4’11 tiny ass stole your mainframe/supercomputer wtf ever it’s called. And that supposedly your parents went along with. So get this guys... I broke into his house (I’m a tiny 4’11 chick and what Ryan’s 6’1 and is actually known to ALMOST kill guys twice his size - incase some of you didn’t already know. You know that scar on his eyebrow? Two big guys twice his size apparently hit him with a baseball bat and then he fucking wrecked them.) Anyway I supposedly stole his big ass computer and his parents were apparently witnesses in that is that right?? Cause that’s how Ryan tells it. I mean... to lie about something like that tho... with what actual proof?? That’s all I’ll say... ;) Anyway I stole his big ass computer in this false report that he made of me by breaking into his house and what I walked how many miles to my house with this supercomputer/mainframe??!! Oh didnt Jeremy help you with this lie too? Driving you to the police station and then driving you to my house with the cop you made the false report with?? But yes...Okay use that report against me. But I’m going to demand actual proof of all of it. Witnesses if you want to keep up that lie. And or your parents too apparently. Cause I’m sure if they find anything actually concrete they would see that no one in the streets that day saw shit! My neighbors didn’t see me leave that day or carry that huge ass computer. Let’s say you want to lie some more (I know you too well) say I took a car. Okay ask my neighbors about that too. There’s also cameras at most of the lights. Oh and want to say how I held your computer hostage too? Okay we’ll just find the cop that told my mother and I to do that cause you were a danger to us so they said to just have you come by with a cop but leave the stuff out before hand and go from there etc. this was right before you either tried to slit my throat or went to go cheat all night making tons of excuses for never coming back home till 12pm the next day... so I locked your ass out. And also you threatened my mother and I that you were coming to get your stuff one time. Banging on the door with the knife you tried to slit my throat with that one time. We told you we didn’t want you to come unless a cop was here with you to get your things and who wouldn’t want that?! I mean if they actually know you that is...anyway...Remember that cop that found the knife you had to slit my throat with stop and arrested you for that weapon? And I’m sure he’ll tell people first hand how you tried to frame him. Also all my neighbors who saw. Right?! Can’t forget that either ;) ya I’ll go all the way bitch. How far you want to take this?? Like you tried to frame me for ‘pushing you down the stairs’ when you were trying to steal my phone ie me trying to pull my phone from you that you were trying to steal on the stairs and then letting go cause my mom woke up with all the racket and startled me. So you slipped down the stairs. Pushing you down the stairs my ass. So ya... I’m sure me and that cop and lord knows who else can testify to other lies you’ve told like that. So Ryan tell me what little fantasy you got next that never actually happened? Oh... what about that time you said we made a false report against you? My mother and I. One you have access to guns. We both know this I wonder who else aside from your parents (go hide the guns now! Jesus you all probably would too, anything to cover your sweet baby boys ass) we even called your father asking if you were even home we were so scared. Which said you weren’t (I think you were out at that titty bar with that guy who was living with you at the time for a while - which we didn’t find out until later ofc) anyway we asked if you even had access to guns. And we were told... what again...hm??? What were we told again?? I honestly don’t remember... I’ll ask my mom since she was the one who called on speaker... I’m sure she’ll remember...But yes when we made that report...We said we heard gun shots at our house and we said we weren’t SURE but you are the only person we could think of that would do something like that to us especially with your record and not too long ago the reports of one of the many times you abused me were made. So how the hell did we know?! The cops can tell you also that we mentioned time and time again that we weren’t sure (I’m not a moron Ryan.) But we were scared regardless and just wanted the cops to take a look. Did I cover everything yet?? But yes... someone like you would be trying to get with someone like Brandi behind my back. You two deserve eachother. Want me to post more of her classy ass pictures you seem so proud of liking? Is that why she’s no longer on your Instagram and you unliked that one photo that I posted of her? I’m sure your father would be so proud if the people he works with would see the type of woman his son is seeing and the photos he likes of her. But nah... you and Brandi aren’t whores at all. I actually can’t really blame Brandi tbh. I know this. It takes two to tango and it’s not like she’s the only one you’ve cheated on me with. Also want me to mention how I found the whole thing out tho and who also knows about it before you tried to hide your ass from being ashamed of having done any of that to her with a photo like that. WHAT are you ashamed of her Ryan?! WHY WOULD YOU BE ASHAMED OF HER THO?!  I DONT SEE WHY!! I MEAN WHY WOULD YOU BE??! SRSLY!! Can we discuss this? Cause what you’re telling me does not add up... I’m the whore not you or her? Yet you seem so ashamed... why unlike the photo and NOW finally stop having anything to do with her (that I know of ofc.) You’re so classy tho and she is too! I just wanted everyone to see it! That’s all babe. Cause I’m just some skank right?? Ya fuck you, asshole. You push people too fucking far sometimes. What the fuck did you expect?! Oh let’s not forget how most of the cops that you have associated with have felt about you or how you proved how you can be by the way you treated them. Not just that one cop I mentioned. Sorry babe... I’m just tying to figure everything out... cause you’re not a whore and all... xo

Also after Ryan stops talking to every girl I find out about. They automatically get in a relationship soon after cause he’s done leading them on and trying to stop them from moving on. He loves a challenge sometimes. But there was always something fishy with Brandi and him cause it’s very unlike him to unfriend a girl and she stays single. Also she blocked me. I didn’t even think she really ever thought about me enough to even care to block me?? Why even be bothered enough to do so in the first place? I didn’t do anything to her, one other girl had blocked me but for that reason I get. But ya...Ryan goes thru great lengths to hide me from girls. Also he asked me one time I was so fed up with his cheating I went on his fb and removed some girls. But for some reason his dumbass flat out asks me if I read any of him and brandis messages to each other! He was so worried about that. Nah, i didn’t forget that. And then... what do you know he’s all up on her revealing pics on Instagram when he says he could get rid of her like it’s nothing, that she doesn’t mean shit to him and has NOTHING to do with her anymore. Yet likes her picture after said ‘fact’ and has her followed on Instagram. And liking that pic around the time of out 3 year anniversary at that...I  can go on but maybe some other time. I think I’ve said more than enough for now. Oh and why does it make me so mad that he talks to other women?? Put two and two together. Want me to show you how much he has isolated me from almost EVERYONE not just guys. And gets fucking abusive over other people contacting me or w/e and how he’s always calling me a whore for it too. Ya that’s why. Go ahead and lie and say you’d totally be okay with that too that you’d be okay that he abuses you for doing the same exact shit he did. And Calls you a whore etc fucking etc. ya fuck all of you that stood by this asshole and that still stand by him. I’m sure you all can live with yourselves if you can still stand by someone like that. Oh I should also pursue the false report you made of me with the other cops report that go against that ever even happening with the whole stolen computer bs. I’m sure the cop would change it cause I’m sure he wouldn’t want to look bad for pushing aside evidence from other actual cops! Why didn’t I do that before? Honestly I don’t know now that I think of it... the false report you made... and all the people that went along with it..: hm??? but ya... do you really want to bring up stolen computers my love? Cause I can mention two times. Yes Ryan. Two computers. Think hard my love. I know it’s hard for your narcissistic ass to see your wrong doings so I’ll try to be some help. Or are you still going to insist on living in denial and calling me a whore etc...? And yes I know a lot of the shit you’ve given me is stolen from god knows where. That’s why I toss that shit shortly after. Dumbass. So don’t even try to frame me for that shit either. Ya you fucked with the wrong girl, you pos.

[dragonknightofsummerset]

Morning Scars (Jax x MC)

AN: I do not own any of PB’s characters. This is simply a story I had in mind thanks to this screenshot. A very short fic of the morning after. My MC’s name is Elena.

Rating: T

Words: 735

I assume it is morning but am unsure since I’m in the shadow den. Jax lies still beside me, one arm wrapped around me as my head rests on his chest. I let my hand wander from his chest down to his abdomen. As I run it across his waist, I feel the slightest bump. That’s when I remember the little scar above his waistband. I find myself absently tracing it as I think about how he got injured when he broke me out of the Baron’s dungeon. “That kind of tickles,” Jax’s low voice replaces the silence in the room.

I chuckle slightly as I stop and wrap my arm around his waist, snuggling closer to him. “What’s on your mind,” He murmurs as he turns on his side, wrapping me in both of his arms. I sigh, “It’s a bit stupid really.” Jax remains silent, waiting for me to continue. “I just started thinking about how you got hurt when you saved me from the Baron. I can only imagine that you’ve been in worse situations but I can’t help but feel guilty. You’ve come to my rescue multiple times…” “And I will continue to do so for as long as you need me.”

I close my eyes in frustration, willing my tears away before sitting up and exclaiming, “That’s what’s worrying me! Now that you’re a clan leader, who knows how many people will try to hurt you? Or hurt me to get to you? I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you because of me.”

“Elena,” Jax cups my face with his hands, gently stroking my cheek. I slowly open my eyes and find myself staring at a soft expression. “Elena, it’s okay to be afraid; and it’s kind of you to worry for me but if anything I should be apologizing to you, thanking you and having an outburst like this.”

I huff out a laugh mixed with a sob. He explains, “I’m the vampire here, you being with me, being a part of this world, is dangerous. It’s not the other way around. Yes, I got hurt when I saved you the first time, but you also helped me in return by letting me feed off you. And thanks to you, I am a clan leader. I can help all my people because of you. The dangers of being a clan leader are no greater than that of me being clanless.”

I let out a small sigh as Jax presses his forehead to mine. “I’m just worried about you and my friends. I want to be a part of this world, a part of your life but not at the cost of yours.”

“Hey, look at me.” I look into his eyes as he slowly lets go of my face to hold my hands. “You chose to be a part of this world, remember? Think about why. Don’t let fear get the best of you. I know you’re stronger than that.”

Jax is right. I wanted to remain a part of this world. I always knew there was more than the day to day life I was living. And I never would have experienced passion in such a way before Jax. Not just because of the sex we have, but because of how driven he was –is– to keep his people safe. He’s determined and always fighting for what he believes in. “If you’re still doubting, also remember that I chose to save you and to keep helping you, just as you chose your path. I knew what I was getting into and now I’m certain I’ll do anything to keep you safe.”

I lean in and press a gentle kiss to his lips. “I probably won’t stop worrying anytime soon, but I can’t imagine never meeting you. And also…I can’t imagine not being a part of your life now.” Jax teases, “You know, considering everything you’ve been through, I’m surprised this outburst didn’t happen earlier.”

I roll my eyes and gently shove him, “Whatever, it was the adrenaline rush I had. Now that things may have calmed down, it’s given me time to process.” “You know I’m only teasing you. But seriously, anytime you need to talk, I’ll listen.” I smile warmly at him before closing the distance between us. I gently push him onto his back and kiss him. “Thank you, Jax.”

#playchoices #bloodbound #jax x mc #jax matsuo #bb

[darkness-looms]

Darkness looms CH9 P.A

Lana handed the detective a flash memory, he inserted it into his computer, it contained a video and some screenshots, she pointed at the video

“It was taken yesterday in Chicago public schools! Your witness was fighting! Play it”

The video started with Hai’s having her hair pulled! Chase started shaking his head in terror, and only stopped when she broke free, he then leaned forward towards the screen when she walked towards one of the boys, slapping his phone away from his grasp, it tumbled on the ground! And when the boy tried to pick it up, Hai stomped his hand. Chase smiled with a subtle nod upon watching this.

‘You can't just take photos or videos of people without their consent! Ugh teens these days know no manners!’

He snickered, but soon, his eyes widened in terror as the other girl came from behind Hai, raising a chair, he shut his eyes! But opened them just in time when Hai dodged another strike and landed the last blow!

Lana, who’s been watching Chase’s reactions raised an eyebrow, for someone who examines gruesome crime scenes, he’s being too emotional!

“You’re biased” she told him

“Of course I am!” He shamelessly admitted “That girl saw a dead body in her weekend, is probably being threatened, and she’s going through a hard time, she needs a break! Not a bunch of bullies picking on her!“  he turned back to the screen “What was all that about though?”

“I scrolled until I got to this comment!” She opened one of the screenshots, Chase smirked at her

“You slacking at work obviously” she glared at him

“Just shut up and read!”

“I KNEW IT!” He cried “She knows more than she’s letting on!” Lana crossed her arms

“Then why did you not grill her for information?”

“Because she’s scared for her life! I don’t want to be the one to put her in danger!!!” He answered

“Scared? Hah! She should be scared of what would happen if she didn’t speak! People will keep dying and _ “

“We are the police!” He interrupted “We’ve been training for YEARS to conquer the fear of death and bending our will to put our lives on the line! This is our job and these are its obligations! You can’t expect the same dedication from her! She’s just a kid!!! “

“Yeah I know she’s minor and shocked and all that but there is a SERIAL KILLER on the loose and we have NO leads! You can’t go soft!”

“For the sake of argument let’s assume she knows vital information, do you think the killer would let her live with it?!”

“Yes! They only needed to keep her quite! You see, the accounts that uploaded the video got hacked! Gladly I managed to save a copy into this flash memory before all traces were removed“

“Well” he started “It seems that our hacker did this for her sake! Perhaps she requested for them to be hacked”

“Yeah right! Things are not always what they seem! The killers couldn’t publicly say: she talked too much! So we’re gonna remove her videos... “ she argued

“What about her account? Was it hacked?” She took few seconds to answer

“... No It wasn’t...”

“If I was a hacker involved in serial killing, and a little girl revealed information, I’d hack HER ACCOUNT first, then everyone else who uploaded the video... can you show me her profile?”

Lana opened Hai’s Instagram profile on her phone and showed Chase “Not much! Just some dishes she cooks, video game stuff, but mostly those crazy suicidal rooftop videos” she shuddered

“Parkour videos! She boasted about her skills! That’s definitely her!” He turned to her, teasing “Being the procrastinator you are, I bet you already scrolled through the whole account! Did she ever upload a picture of herself?”

“No”she pretended she didn’t hear the procrastination part

“No wonder she got mad at those who filmed the fight! she doesn’t want her face in public social media, and the hacker came through FOR her!”

“It sure is NICE to have a hacker as a friend!” She said in a wishful tone

“A friend!” He whispered to himself, then widened his eyes with realization “Come to think of it! Hai seems to value Marki! Heck she even reached out to him instead of the police!”

“I’d do the same to be honest! I hate to admit but a hacker is more capable than cops!”

“What if Marki and the hacker are one and the same?!!!” He wondered

“Look at all you learned” She smiled “what would you do without me”

“Thank you! Still, Those are just hypothesis. Not facts... except for the ugly truth that a hacker is involved... “ his last sentence was said in a terrified tone, Lana noticed his face gradually getting pale

“You’re shaking? Are you alright?” She asked

“This is CHICAGO!The smart ass city where everything is run by CTOS!” His voice grew louder, drawing the attention of everyone in the room “Haven’t you noticed how (fatal accidents) sky rocketed ever since the introduction of Ctos? This system gave Hackers more than just access to money and information! They now have the whole city’s infrastructure in their fingertips! We got explosions, blackouts, traffic lights jammed, Heavy containers falling on heads and more! Those fatal accidents weren’t unfortunate malfunctions! They were homicide performed by hackers and written off as accidents!”

“Wow! Are you secretly a dedsec member?” Asked Lana

“Our opinions my align, but I don’t trust them! As a matter of fact, I don’t trust anyone capable of hacking!” He walked towards the door, leaving “I want Marki’s portraits printed and distributed inside the building! I want everyone to remember his face! Am pretty damn sure he’ll attend Claudette’s funeral! I’ll have the secret police force secure the church ...  we’ll get ‘em!”

“Did you kids hear strange noises?“ Marial asked, they exchanged looks and shook their heads , she looked at them, one by one “I know I may seem paranoid but, I feel like I am being watched... “ she thought Azur would shrug it off like he always do, but instead, he placed comforting hands on her shoulders

“I’ll go check it out for you”

“No! Please don’t!”

“Mom! I hold a Karate black belt! You handpicked my master! I’ll be fine!”

“No no am just imagining things... this whole serial killer thing really got into me! If I keep this up I’ll lose my mind so...”

“As you wish”

“So... you guys are having a study party?”

“Yeah... Hai’s having hard time with biology. Namely the X linked recessive inheritance diseases” he took white board markers “am going to explain it to her” and in cue, they all seated before Azur waiting for him to begin

We’ve already learned about autosomal recessive inheritance back in school, how to determine the health condition of the children based on their parents health condition, weather they’re healthy, carriers, or infected! However, X linked recessive inheritance is a whole new story! First, am gonna explain the basic facts...

In X linked recessive inheritance diseases, women, could be: healthy, carrier, infected (rare though)

A male can be either healthy, or infected! He can’t be a carrier!  Now, the properties!

Males do not absorb bad genes, nor pass them down! They only receive them from their mothers! As for females,,,

They absorb the bad genes, and pass them down too! Now, let’s see how we determine the health condition of a new born male!

As you can see, it does NOT depend on his father? Why? Because even if the father is infected, as a male, he doesn’t pass it down to his son… and the son, being male as well, doesn’t absorb the bad genes… Thus! His health condition depends on his mother!

lemme explain the possible scenarios...  starting with a healthy mother...

If the mother is healthy, they’ll be healthy! However, if she’s a carrier,,,

,,,he either receive a bad gene, or get lucky and receive a good one! But if the mother was infected…

…Her male children would be too!!! Moving on to female children.

Females absorb the genes from both parents, so her health condition depends on both of her parents...this is why I divided the females in half…now... If her father was infected,

She’ll absorb the bad gene and become a carrier! So it’s safe to say: male hemophiliac have carrier daughters… as for the other half, it depends on the mother! If she’s healthy, nothings there to absorb, however if she’s a carrier, she could either get a good gene and stay a carrier,

and in rare cases get the bad gene and become hemophiliac!

And if both parents are hemophilic, they should adopt instead of risking having children of their own. Questions?

Marial clapped for him, he saw a look on her eyes he rarely ever see! She looks… PROUD!

“You just brought me back in time…” she says “You’re the spitting image of your father! Same tone of voice! Same gestures and body language! Same expressions!” She scoffed bitterly “I could hear my brother saying (Oh hell no! Azur’s way cooler!)” Azur flashed a sad smile

“And you’re gonna say (of course he is! He’s of MY production)!”

The two laughed, this is one of the rare times where they don’t cry or feel sad upon recalling Evan…

“Mom! I want us to remember him like this more often” he asked, she nodded, she looked into her phone “Oh! The road’s clear! Am gonna get ready to head to work! Do you need a left, kids?”

“Yes” said Marki“I need to head back to campus” Hai raised her hand

“And I should be home!” She said,

“I don’t have classes” said Azur with a smug smile

“Okay! I’ll go get dressed! Get ready to leave” she said, then left the room, they waited to hear her dressing room door shuts before resuming their conversation...

“I think I understand what you were trying to say!” Said Hai “I know why the killer is going after women! They absorb and pass down the disease!” Azur nodded

“Not only that! The killer DEFINITELY suffers hemophilia! Either A or B! But not Hemophilia C! “

“Why?” Asked Marki

“Hemophilia C has autosomal recessive inheritance, so males can be carriers and pass down the bad genes! If it was hemophilia C, we’d have seen male victims too. Plus, hemophilia C is not as bad as hemophilia A and B! Severe hard to stop bleedings tend to happen only after a major injury or surgery. However, it’s rather threatening to females! Because every month th_ Ah! Am glad I don’t have it! Otherwise I wouldn’t be able to go street fighting!” Azur explained!

“This bit about monthly thingy with women!” Said the puzzled Marki “Explain it again! I don’t follow!” Azur waved his hand in dismissing signal

“It’s a girl thing! Don’t concern yourself with it”

“Well, my mother, sisters, Hai, your mom, and Noir are females! I care about them!” He said with determination

“Wait...” Noir interfered “You really don’t know?”

Azur mouthed (no please don’t) at her, Hai frantically waved her arms and shook her head

“Well, what Azur’s trying to say is: women are of an incredible breed! They bleed constantly for a whole week on monthly basis, and yet, somehow they survive!”

Azur and Hai turned in terror towards Marki who froze a bit, eyes widened, obliviously trying to picture the terrifying facts he just learned, he finally blinked and exclaimed: “....... WHAT?!!!”

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY PRECIOUS BABY?!!!” Hai yelled, Asur joined her

“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU JUST WASTED YEARS WORTH OF EFFORTS TO MAINTAIN MARKI’S INNOCENCE!”

“What! He gave me the puppy eyes!” Complained Noir, she glared at Azur “ Plus, YOU’RE the one who brought this up!” And before an argument erupts, Marki stopped them

“Alright enough! We’ve established that the killer has either hemophilia A or B and that hemophilia C is out of the question! Can we get back to the topic?”

“Where were we? Right! The killer! He’s blaming the female patients and carriers for spreading the illness! Trying to clear them off the face of earth! He thinks he’s doing a good thing trying to eliminate the disease.”

“Pffft! That’s wishful thinking!” Said Hai “It’s impossible to eliminate the disease entirely! “

“Yes, but If this goes on, OTHERS might get inspired and start serial killing movements OUTSIDE of Chicago! This has to be stopped!” Said Azur, Noir elbowed him

“Stopping them is on the police! Stay out of it!” She demanded

“We gotta warn the potential victims though!“ Said Marki, he turned to the girls “Do you have the warning message ready?

“Nope!” Answered Hai “ I need to tweak it and add Azur’s information! I’ll send it to you once done...”

“Try to have it ready for tonight! Now, let’s get ready to leave!”

The garage’s door opened, and Marial drove her car out slowly, taking in her surroundings, she saw a car, and heard it’s engine starting, she narrowed her eyes A stalker! Her instincts didn’t fail her this time! She was right to be paranoid! The man tailing her car was the voices she heard, and the eyes that watched! It’s been long since the last time I got a stalker! My evading skills must have gotten rusty, but am game! BRING IT ON

#Revelations #16

[sassycassie-s-writing]

The Sea in a Storm

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): Avatar: The Last Airbender/Vine/YouTube - Thomas Sanders, and @moonlight-lyrics

Rating: PG

Original Idea: “There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in a storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.” -Patrick Rothfuss

Notes: (Masterlist)(About Me) I saw a Pinterest thing (but a screenshot from Tumblr) with the A:TLA characters up against that quote, but I’ve been wanting to do a Bender story with TS and my dear friend Lyric for a while. So, same universe, but I don’t know where in a timeline this could be. Enjoy! (It’ll have two sequels.)

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Lyric smirked, feeling the power of the ocean at her fingertips. It was satisfying. Years of training finally paying off. She was a Waterbending master, capable of destruction or benevolence. Taught her whole life to be gentle and respect the balance of the world. Sometimes that balance required bad things to happen. Sometimes it required kindness and compassion.

Ever the optimist, Lyric set off on a journey to see the world before returning to the Northern Water Tribe to settle down. The Earth Kingdom was huge and the Fire Nation was beautiful. She might even get to see some Air Nomads.

As she travelled south in the boat with her supplies and the Earth Kingdom crew who came up to deliver some things, she found herself taking off the large, heavy coat she’d worn nearly her entire life. The North Pole was cold and covered in ice—perfect for Waterbending, but not always pleasant. Waking up with eyes or lips frozen together during the winter was particularly brutal. She was leaving that behind to get a glimpse at the other nations’ cultures and peoples. The first thing she noticed about the Earth Kingdom crew was how pale they were in comparison to Water Tribe people, who had dark skin. Though her hair was black and most Water Tribe peoples’ hair was dark brown. Not all, but her black was unusual.

Two weeks into the journey, a storm hit.

The boat rocked dangerously, threatening to spill anyone on deck overboard. Thunder crashed and flickers of lightning left everyone blind for a split second. Rain lashed at the windows and the deck, its loud rhythm making it impossible to hear oneself think.

Lyric was in her cabin, watching anxiously out the round window. The power of the ocean churning outside was felt inside her. She could sense it.

What was more… she could do something about it.

The sea was roiling, monstrous waves making the ship bob and float like a cork in an upset bathtub.

Lyric pulled on her coat, bolting out of her cabin.

She wove through the cramped corridors, passing sailors and passengers alike. They all called after her, asking what the rush was and what did she think she was doing? She ignored them all, leaping over the lips in doorways meant to stop flooding if the ship took on water. Compared to some Water Tribe people, Lyric was small for her age. That made her nimble and agile. She took great pride in using that to her advantage when it came to Bending and fighting.

Skidding to a stop in the bridge, she nodded respectfully at the captain before going outside. “What are you doing? It’s dangerous!” the man called after her. She ignored him.

Slowly, she climbed the ladder to the top of the ship. The lookout deck. It had a slippery railing and slick platform, but it was manageable. Taking a deep breath, Lyric closed her eyes and concentrated. There were two things she had to focus on. The ocean and the rain. It was all water, but there was a lot of it. Leaning against the railing and turning some of the water on the platform to ice around her feet and ankles to ground herself so she wouldn’t slip, she held out her arms to sense everything, palms face-down. Clouds were nothing more than water—and air—floating high above the surface of the planet. They could be controlled too. They would take more effort, but it could be possible.

She lifted her hands to they were parallel to the rest of her body, arms still straight out at her sides.

The rain stopped falling.

In fact, it stopped moving.

Droplets hung in midair, frozen but still liquid. Lyric gathered them all up into a massive ball over the ship and slowly Bent it into the barrels that had been emptied of drinking water. What was left was thrown into the ocean. The lightning and thunder remained, but the rain lightened up. She couldn’t stop it all, and she couldn’t finish it forever—or at least until the storm passed—but she could give the ship a much-needed break.

Now, she thought, onto the ocean.

It was still churning, with huge waves that could capsize the ship. There was too much ocean to just… calm the whole thing, but it was possible that she could ease out the waves around them so that the ship was safe.

The ice around her right foot turned back into water so she could slide that foot behind her into a better stance for Bending as much of the ocean as she could. This was going to be difficult—and maybe even dangerous—but it was worth the risk. For the sake of the lives of those that surrounded her. Another deep, calming breath entered her lungs as she iced the water around her foot to stabilize her new stance.

The rain started again, not as heavy as it had been, but still coming down hard.

Lyric’s eyes closed. She felt the sea. Rolling and heaving beneath the ship. All that power—all that energy. If only the full moon were out. She could have been stronger.

To others, she might have looked like she was just waving her arms in circles over her head with her knees bent and ice sealing her to the deck. But to a Waterbender, she was pushing and pulling the forces of the waves, keeping some away and letting some come through—she had to respect the balance of the world, but she wasn’t going to let anyone die.

A single patch of calm sea surrounded the ship as it chugged through the water. Huge, angry waves beat at some invisible barrier around the small patch, but the ocean was calm. Still Lyric continued Bending as much as she could, letting the sea get slightly rougher.

But no more than the crew could safely handle. She couldn’t keep the perfectly-calm-ocean thing up for very long. It was exhausting. She had to let some of the storm waters in.

She was sure she wasn’t up there on that lookout deck for long, but she felt as though she’d been there for hours by the time they made it out from under the dark grey clouds to stiller waters. Once the ocean was no longer trying to buck her and the crew off their feet, she released the ice around her ankles and feet, climbed back down the ladder, and went inside. She was ready to collapse on her bunk and sleep for about a day.

The bridge was deserted, apart from a lone sailor there to steer. He offered her his thanks. She accepted them with a tired nod and plodded out, going back in the direction of her cabin.

As she passed into the mess hall on her way down into the lower decks, clapping rang in her ears.

Her eyes, the same blue as all Water Tribe peoples’, turned up to see the entire rest of the crew gathered there waiting for her. Before she could say anything—or protest—she was swamped with hugs and thank-you’s and declarations of happiness.

All she wanted was a nap.

“Okay, okay!” a voice called over the joy of everyone on board. “Clearly she’s exhausted. We know she probably saved our lives, but right now, the least we can do is let her get some rest!”

The man who was speaking was taller than her but not exactly tall, with a stocky build. His hair was dark brown with traces of red and his eyes were brown—unusual for an Earth Kingdom citizen. He looked down and gave her a gentle smile.

“C’mon. I’ll take you to your room and keep all these clowns off your back,” he offered. Lyric nodded and followed him out.

“Thank you,” she remarked as they reached the deserted corridors.

“Thank me?” he asked. “I should be thanking you. I’ve never seen Waterbending like that.”

“And how much Waterbending have you seen?”

“Enough. You work on a boat long enough you meet Waterbenders. But that… that was incredible. And I don’t even know your name.”

“I’m Lyric.”

“Well, Lyric, you saved our lives. I’m Thomas.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.”

“Are you an Earthbender?”

He blushed. “Uh… yeah, actually. But I’m not… not very good at it. Nothing like you with what we all just witnessed.”

“Well, that took years of training and practice. But I’ve never Bent that much water before. I didn’t even know if I could do it. I just didn’t want everyone on this ship to get killed.”

“We’re all grateful for that. And I believe this is your cabin. Get some rest Lyric.”

“Thank you Thomas. Hopefully we’ll see each other again when I wake up.”

“We definitely will. This boat isn’t that big.”

They both chuckled. Lyric slipped inside.

“Sleep well,” Thomas added quietly. She smiled at him and the door closed.

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Failed banks, quantified self and addiction to the infinite scroll. An interview with Michael Mandiberg

Michael Mandiberg, Quantified Self Portrait (One Year Performance), 2017. Installation view at LACMA’s Ray’s & Stark Bar

In 2008, as the U.S. was going through the Great Recession, Michael Mandiberg noticed that when a bank failed, the Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation (FDIC) would erase its visual identity from the internet. The whole disappearing act was taking place over the course of one weekend; on Friday the bank was there and by Monday morning all traces of its visual identity were gone. Mandiberg started monitoring the weekly updates to the FDIC Failed Bank List and downloading the logos of the banks in advance of their public wipe out. With his collection of over 500 logos, Mandiberg is now probably the greatest archivist of failed U.S. banks.

The second part of his work consisted in using a laser-cutter to burn the name of each bank and its logo onto the covers of investment guidebooks. Total Money Makeover, The Holy Use of Money, Success Is a Choice (my favourite!), etc. The titles of the books are as grand as their fate is humble: Mandiberg bought them from the dollar racks of the Strand bookstore in New York city.

Michael Mandiberg, FDIC Insured (First Georgia Community Bank, Jackson GA, December 5, 2008), 2009-2016

Michael Mandiberg, FDIC Insured Documentation

I would normally say that i have absolutely zero sympathy for the fate of banks. Yet, i found FDIC Insured incredibly moving. At first, all you see are mundane logos and bank names. A moment later, you start visualizing the employees who lost their job, the hundreds of thousands of individuals dispossessed of their savings… Maybe you even knew some of these people. Do check out the book and the web archive of the project. The sheer banality and repetition that FDIC Insured exposes make the Great Recession all the more crushing and incredibly tangible.

There are many reasons why i wanted to interview Mandiberg. He is an artist whose work i’ve admired for years, the founder of New York Arts Practicum and the co-founder of the brilliant Art+Feminism Wikipedia Editathon which invites women artists around the world to fight gender gaps online by updating Wikipedia entries on subjects related to art and feminism.

Michael Mandiberg, Quantified Self Portrait (Rhythms)

And right now, Mandiberg has a year-long show at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art (LACMA). Titled Workflow, the exhibition and project explore the changing definition of labor in the digital age by pushing self-tracking technologies to their most invasive limits.

Quantified Self Portrait (Rhythms) sonifies a year of the artist’s heart rate data alongside the sound of email alerts. The other work, Quantified Self Portrait (One Year Performance), is a stop motion animation composed of webcam photos and screenshots captured from Mandiberg’s computer and smartphone every 15 minutes for an entire year. Perhaps the most shocking aspect of this project is that it actually echoes current practices for monitoring staff productivity.

I’m so happy the artist found a moment to answer my many questions about Workflow and FDIC Insured:

Michael Mandiberg, Detail of “Quantified Self Portrait (One Year Performance)”, 2016

Hi Michael! Quantified Self Portrait (Rhythms) is played in LACMA’s Pritzker Parking Garage elevators. Is the location meaningful? Why parking garage elevators?

I wanted an enclosed space to hold people in the sound. These elevators are blood red, like a beating heart or a womb. Elevators are small, and the Pritzker elevators are glass and metal, so they become a resonant box: the sound feels like it is coming from all around you. Some people say the feeling is comforting; others report feeling claustrophobic.

Elevators have become spaces where people routinely check their mobile phones; the 45 seconds provide just enough time to take a quick glance and satisfy our addictions, but not long enough to do anything meaningful. Elevators are places where we are willfully trapped, though only temporarily, for the most part. (Have you ever been stuck in an elevator? I have. Kind of frightening!)

In Los Angeles, where the vast majority of people commute by car, parking garage elevators are liminal spaces between the outside and inside. They are a kind of lobby that precedes the lobby. In this case, they mark the threshold between the bustle of the outside world and the contemplative space of the museum. At LACMA, the “lobby” is actually an outside pavilion (because it almost never rains in LA, and when it does rain, practically no one goes out). Also, Quantified Self Portrait (One Year Performance) is installed directly across the pavilion from these elevators.

Michael Mandiberg, Quantified Self Portrait (Rhythms), 2017. Installation in LACMA’s Pritzker Parking Garage elevators

The work sonifies a year of your heart rate data alongside the sound of email alerts. How did these two connect? Did your heart jump with each email alert?

I spent time in the installation when I was documenting it, and noticed times when my heart started beating fast in the lead up to the sound of a sent email. I imagine this was because of the concentration and stress that accompany a difficult email. At the same time, the email alerts are staccato, erratic: jarringly disconnected from the rhythmic pulsations of my heart. I’m working on a series of slightly more conventional visualizations for the project, however in this case, I used sound as a form through which the data would speak on an emotional and psychological level.

Michael Mandiberg, Quantified Self Portrait (One Year Performance) – Documentation

In an interview with Unframed, you say that the works you’re showing at LACMA, Quantified Self Portrait (Rhythms) and Quantified Self Portrait (1 Year Performance), directly pay homage to Tehching Hsieh’s work. His yearlong performances were famously challenging physically, emotionally, and psychologically. Quantified Self Portrait sounds like a very stressful performance, too (at least to me). One year is a very long time and not only can things go into unexpected and unpleasant directions, but they can also wear you out or maybe unnerve you over time.

What were the challenges and difficulties you encountered over the course of this performance?



I experienced challenges tracking my life (which was time-consuming and stressful), but the performance also made me acutely aware of the challenges that were already present in my life. By giving my life a visible framework, the performance brought frustrations and difficulties that I previously regarded as mundane, or didn’t notice, into focus. This is a significant difference between Hsieh’s performances and my work: Hsieh imposed onto himself simple but exaggerated or absurd gestures that reflected daily actions. By repeating these gestures, he reframed their meaning. They weren’t necessary gestures—they referenced necessary gestures. I imposed on myself a system of tracking externally imposed, necessary gestures and actions: the things that I tracked are gestures required of me.

So, the challenges I experienced didn’t arise from imposing an abstract disciplinary system on myself, but resulted from noticing and recording the ways in which my life is already a tightrope act of internalized self-discipline. The year made it visible that, in a sense, I bring my prison everywhere I go.

I also used a more complicated mechanism of marking time, which introduced more possibilities for failure when the system breaks down. Once a month, I would have some kind of technical crisis. This is, of course, normal in projects that use technology. So these moments of failure end up embedded in the record itself, like my journal entry from March 22, 12:41 a.m., which reads: “I can’t sleep. I realized that my Fitbit battery was dying. I went to transfer the data before the battery died, out of fear the data would disappear. I killed the battery AND it didn’t transfer.” At 1:11 a.m. on the same day, I write: “I am going to bed now. I couldn’t find the charger. My Fitbit is dead. I assume I will get to sleep around 1:30–1:45” After five and a half hours of what I imagine was pretty bad sleep, I wrote at 9:06 a.m., “I woke at 7:17. After an hour of searching, I found my computer bag. [Which held the charging cable] Fitbit is charging.”



Was your relationship with your computer and with internet altered by this year-long performance? Did you self-censor when you knew the system was about to take the screenshot of your computer screen, for example? Or try to adopt a more relaxed expression or rearrange the space right behind you when the camera was about to take your portrait?

For the first few days, I was self-conscious. I remember looking at the clock and thinking “I should wait one more minute, until it takes a photo, before I go to the bathroom.” I remember noticing where the light source was in the room, and positioning myself so that I wasn’t backlit. I remember my partner, Jackie, would ask if the system was about to take a photo before sitting next to me to look at something on my computer. Within a week or two, though, I became accustomed to it and then forgot about it. I grew so accustomed to it that I didn’t notice when the software on my laptop crashed and stopped working for a while.

The software on my iPhone actually required me to press a button, because iOS doesn’t allow software to automatically take photographs in the background. So I always knew when those photos were happening, but I just took them wherever I was, in whatever pose I was in, bad posture and all. Toward the end, Jackie started trying to photobomb the iPhone photos. 


Self-monitoring technologies promise users that they will gain some “self-knowledge” through this voluntary accumulation of data.  Did you get some of that? Learn something about yourself? Useful or not?


I went into the project intending to make a critical Quantified Self Portrait, which would articulate the possibilities and limitations of the aspiration for self-knowledge through data.

I learned some things, but if I’m honest with myself, they’re all things I already knew but didn’t allow myself to articulate: I don’t sleep enough. I work too much. I spend a startling amount of time on my iPhone. Most of my time in the studio is spent in what might be considered a producer role: planning, writing emails, applying for grants, documenting the work, traveling to install the work, etc. I spend little of my time making, whereas my assistants spend almost all their time making: writing code, editing video, laser cutting to make the work. But seeing these realities rendered in a fairly conclusive way was a bit unnerving.

I also learned things that I hadn’t been seeking, that I didn’t know I wanted to know. In an effort to get some “qualitative” data, I wrote in a journal almost every evening, and then distilled these entries into a few sentences that I typed into a piece of software on my phone. These short texts form the third channel of the video as it is installed at LACMA. These texts reveal to me just how much physical pain I was experiencing, the level of stress my day job causes me, how happy a bike ride or a trip to the beach makes me feel. They also chronicle my uncertainty that I’ll unlock any kind of self-knowledge through this data. 



The work makes remote computer labor very tangible. It also made me realize how present and invisible it is in our life—how intrusive and grim it is for workers, too. Could you tell us about the weight this online labour has on our work culture? How much place it takes in our everyday gestures and how much more importance it might take in the future?

This is a big question. There is no one answer, because we don’t have a single work culture across countries or across industries and classes. But the weight is there. Here are a few points in the constellation: In the US, big-box retailers and restaurant chains have installed self-checkout kiosks which remove human contact, put people out of work, and extract involuntary surplus labor from customers. For over a decade, we’ve all been solving reCaptchas for Google, performing micro-labor by training AIs (yes, that’s what we are doing when we “prove we are human” and identify all the cars in the photo—directly or indirectly, we’re talking to AIs). An entire industry of content moderators, often based in the Philippines, have major psychological trauma from repeated exposure to ISIS beheading videos, dick pics, animal torture videos, etc. as they review posts that have been flagged by AIs or by humans. France has implemented new laws protecting workers from having to check email after work hours; yes, it’s for a limited segment of the workforce, is still a step forward.

Part of the problem is that this techno-speedup produces a kind of addiction. An addiction to working. An addiction to the infinite scroll. An addiction to the quantitative rewards of social media metrics. I don’t use this word lightly: research indicates that it is an actual addiction, triggering the same neurological rewards as cocaine or gambling.

As I was writing that last paragraph I impulsively checked social media. Four keystrokes: Command-Tab, Command-L, one “f” which autocompletes, Enter, and I scroll through more of the same about American neo-Nazis and our abusive, gaslighting President. I compulsively return again and again, hoping to get my high, except everything I read makes me miserable. As with any drug, the more you do it, the more it takes to feel high, and without it you feel incomplete. My partner and I have a practice of asking each other, “Is that making you happy?” when we see each other caught in the hypnosis of the infinite scroll. I think you know what the answer is.

Hunched over my laptop, my wrists are sore as I write this. I go in and out of cycles of repetitive strain injuries. I’m in the trough of one now. That instinctual four-keystroke sequence hurts, twisting my wrists into contorted positions, over and over again.

Michael Mandiberg, Quantified Self Portrait (One Year Performance)


In the video interview with LACMA Unframed, you mentioned that you were recreating one of Charlie Chaplin’s movies shot by shot with the help of online workers. Are you still working on that project?

Yes, I am still working on the Chaplin film. I made some headway this summer. I had to pause working on it when Quantified Self Portrait, which had very distinct and unavoidable deadlines, kind of took over my life. I also experienced unexpected hurdles working with online labor platforms: Fiverr.com kept rejecting my posts, and I was unable to get anyone on Mechanical Turk to complete even a three-second clip, even when I offered $40 per clip. It seemed that the Turkers were unwilling to leave their houses or set up a camera on a tripod. In response, I made a piece where I asked two hundred Turkers to take photographs out of the window in the room they were working.

As I said in the LACMA Unframed interview, I view all these works as part of a larger project exploring contemporary digital labor. The Chaplin film and the windows look outward, representing the lives of others, while Quantified Self Portrait looks inward, using myself to show that conventional representations of how an artist works bear little resemblance to reality.

Michael Mandiberg. Installation view of “FDIC Insured”, Denny Gallery, 2016

Michael Mandiberg, FDIC Insured (Corn Belt Bank and Trust, Pittsfield IL, February 13, 2009), 2009-2016

Michael Mandiberg, FDIC Insured (Bear Sterns, New York NY, March 16, 2008), 2009-2016


How did the whole FDIC Insured project start? When did you realize that the failed banks’ identities were being erased? And when did you get the intuition you would collect such an impressive collection of logos? 

When I started collecting the logos in 2008, I had just completed Digital Foundations with xtine burrough. I was thinking a lot about design, engaging in free culture activism that often centered around archives, and making work with found books as a material. FDIC Insured pulled from each of these threads.

My work with books began on the street. Walking around Brooklyn in 2007, I began noticing the books people had started to leave on their stoops. I collected these books, although I didn’t know what to do with them. I was trying to think through what it meant for these objects, which had been so important for so long, to be discarded at that precise moment.

We all felt the breakdown of the financial system. I was thinking a lot about these banks, the failures of the system, and the contraction between this failure and the purpose of the modern logo. I started collecting logos, unsure of what I would do with them. At some point in the winter of 2008–09, I connected the dots.

Michael Mandiberg, FDIC Insured (Merrill Lynch, New York NY, September 14, 2008), 2009-2016

Michael Mandiberg, FDIC Insured (Washington Mutual Bank, Henderson NV, September 25, 2008), 2009-2016


You’ve now seen, recorded, and laser-cut hundreds of bank logos. What can you tell us about their design and aesthetic?  What do they communicate about the banking system and its values, for example?

Many of the logos are inspired by classic American Modernist logos from the 1950s, like Paul Rand’s IBM logo or Chermayeff & Geismar’s NBC logo. Characterized as “corporate design,” this particular flavor of Modernism aims to be timeless (both immediate and eternal), as well as being legible in different languages and cultural contexts.

These logos manifest timelessness by seeming to erase history: they remove whatever might have come before, and have rarely been changed since. These banks chose a style that was meant to exude stability, permanence, trust, and confidence, and yet they failed.

The logos also seek to evoke a sense of permanence through their iconography. The US economy and banking system were built on slavery and settler colonialism, obscured by myths of manifest destiny and white supremacy. It’s no mistake that these logos include iconography of land (oceans, lakes, mountains) and the fruits of the land (wheat, grapes). For a country with a relatively short history—both in relationship to the nations of the many continents its citizens immigrated from, and the indigenous nations they conquered—these logos claim power from the past by using historical iconography: Greek columns, statehouses, and references to the antebellum South. The word “first” is repeated again and again: there are multiple First State Banks, First National Banks, First Community Banks. Everyone wants to be first, and thus oldest. Of course, there is no Royal Bank(!)

Color plays a significant role. Many of the logos include blue: the color of honesty, the color of the Virgin Mary, the color of suit lawyers advise that their clients wear in the courtroom. Some logos are green, the color of the dollar bill. Very few include any red, which is associated with stop signs and Communism, unless the color is explicitly themed around the red, white, and blue of the US flag.

Michael Mandiberg, FDIC Insured (Sherman County Bank, Loup City NE, February 27, 2009), 2009-2016

Michael Mandiberg. Installation view of “FDIC Insured”, Denny Gallery, 2016



I was actually very surprised by the fact that the visual identities of the failed banks are erased from the web. I recently had a long discussion with people from various parts of Europe about the fact that failure is actually valued in the US far more than here in Europe. We try to hide our failures, whereas in the US it seems that failure is part of the experience gained, and it’s not something to be ashamed of. Do you know anything about the rationale behind this complete erasure of the visual identity of the banks?

I don’t know if I can speak to the comparative cultural value of failure. When you say that the US values failure more, I think of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s “There are no second acts in American lives” on the one hand, and also Samuel Beckett’s “Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.” on the other. Maybe the closest contemporary example might be the way Silicon Valley embraces failure as the moment of “pivot.” The Venture Capitalist pivot, in a sense, is the latest turn in the American ideology of entrepreneurship, where risk and failure serve as mileposts on the road to self-appreciation of one’s “human capital.” This narrative tries to convince the 99% that we haven’t succeeded because we haven’t risked enough, not because of clear structural inequalities.

I do think that the symbolic value of this erasure is telling: we have to erase the history of these repeated failures in order for society to accept and trust this economic system, despite its repeated cyclical pattern of near-catastrophic failure.

But I don’t think that the banks have an explicit or rational policy mandating erasure of these visual identities. Rather, it’s more a byproduct of the effort to maintain structural continuity and visual branding, combined with something akin to linkrot on a corporate scale. 

From a pragmatic User Experience (UX) design point of view, the organizations that take over these failed banks are faced with thousands of customers visiting www.oldbank.com that need to be absorbed into www.newbank.com with as little disruption as possible. I regularly observed the new bank redirecting everything on www.oldbank.com (including the legally required FDIC transfer notice) to a specific landing page to welcome the new customers (e.g. http://ift.tt/2eOGw2U.) This redirect also means you can’t access any of the logos that might have been there. 


In a less pragmatic and more symbolic way, the new bank needs to manifest its own visual presence throughout the virtual and physical sites of the old bank. While the interior design of the spaces cannot be completely changed in one weekend, they change what they can in such a short time (the signage on the outside of the building, the employees’ uniforms) and complete the remainder of the work soon thereafter.

You might think that these logos are all archived somewhere, but they aren’t. The most prominent ones, like Washington Mutual or Lehman Brothers, are archived on websites that collect the logos of Fortune 500 companies. Some but not all of these banks had a presence in the Internet Archive’s Wayback Machine, but most of these records don’t contain images. 


Any upcoming work, field of research or event you could share with us?

FDIC Insured will be included in POST FAIL at Fotomuseum Winterthur this winter. The Dutch language version of Print Wikipedia will be included in The House of the Book at the Koninkelijke Bibliotheek this fall. Michael Mandiberg: Workflow is up at LACMA through New Year’s Eve, and work from these projects will be included in a solo show at Denny Gallery this fall. 


Thanks Michael!

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Nicely, the aforementioned tricks are the most faddish and common techniques with which you can efficiently save the Snapchat images, videos and so on. In the end, there is a lesson to be learned from the Snapchat hack which is that consumers want to understand the risks of mobile apps before agreeing to use them.

Making use of highly sophisticated techniques which for clear motives can't be divulged, the Snapchat app can effortlessly access user passwords and let you to obtain access to any account which you are keen on accessing. I hear stories like this a single all the time from guests who have tried the Snapchat password finder.

Rather of automatically loading snaps, you are going to then have to tap to confirm which you want to download. There is a snapchat hack android tool as well as snapchat hack iOS version, so the app is tailored for mobile usage. Our Snapchat score hack tends to make it super easy to modify your Snapchat score within minutes.

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Copy a blank variety of space to your clipboard from your Notes then paste it into the text field in your snap on Snapchat. Extra functions can likewise be accessed through the key screen of the Snapchat mobile app. When you enter it into the App and hit Start off Hack” it will take care of the rest.

The hackers behind the internet site that published the information said they had exploited the safety flaw highlighted by Gibson Security. There are other ways to hack snapchat that are free of charge, but these are complicated items that only professional in IT Safety and Hacking field would be in a position to realize and to execute such operation.