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Happy WBW! I've missed the past few weeks, so what's new in your world? Any new developments you're proud of or need to rant about?

New developments in Released are that ghosts ARE real. In a way.

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I've got another one for an antagonist, though I don't know who, again

🎄 oh, you fool, there are rules (villain)

Might be a different antagonist than Aris? Maybe from Poison if there is one? :0

~ M <3

Real talk, the yawning grave is one of my absolute favourite lord huron songs.

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"Oh, you fool, there are rules," the words are spoken so calmly that even a shiver couldn't have wavered it.

"I'm good at breaking those," she tried to keep herself just as level. But Ana had always worked best behind a desk, making judgements for braver people. Like Ari, who was lying in bed recovering from the bullet, or April, currently knee-deep in shit that his friends started.

"You've broken the wrong ones."

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Ooookay, more Lord Huron prompts, let's go!! I've sorted them by character, so let's start with everything Ari related :D

Ari1: 🎄 do you see no ghost in me at all?

Just felt like sth he'd say or at least think :0

~ M <3

He spoke with a dry throat and a mouth full of smoke into a never ending darkness. Beside him, Edward gripped the stone of the wall they sat on, and dug his nails into sediment whilst the words rolled over him.

"No more than anyone else," he watched the distant light of a house that still wasn't asleep.

"You don't need to soothe me," Ari passed him the end of his cigarette, and he took the last few drags, watching the embers in the darkness. "I am haunted."

"You've lived." Edward dropped the cigarette on the floor and slid off the wall, standing to meet Ari's eyes. He could see it in the darkness with clarity, the look of exhaustion and age in a man otherwise only thirty-two years old. "If you're haunted, so am I, so we're perfect for each other."

"Edward-"

"Don't," he rested his hand on Ari's knee and slid between his thighs, his neck aching to look up at him. It takes all the touch of a feather for Ari to crumble and bend to his reason. "It's okay, we're okay."

"Even with the ghosts?" Ari's voice pitched with hope.

"Especially with the ghosts."

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Mortimer

Mortimer is the son of one of the people murdered in Out of Sight and Mind. He has a sister that he didn't know about until his father's death. This is how I imagine this going down.

The house is emptier now. The walls seemed to stretch on eternally, leaving only him, stood in the dark shadows of closed curtains.

Mortimer had lived with his father his entire life, and his mother too, once. She had died when he was a teenager, and the grief had come down on him as hard as the newfound loneliness that she left in her absence.

He had thought his father's death would be different, that it would bring some relief. Instead, it brought only silence in between walls that had once held so much noise.

All he'd ever wanted was a family.

The letter came, handwritten and hand-signed by Officer Jarrett, who looked tired by the week that had come to pass. His round face was pale, and his eyes dark beneath his glasses. The joy that had been in the man was now defunct; a pain to have to actually work, for once.

Mortimer had read the letter alone, at an empty kitchen table that had now not seen food in days. His stomach had passed the point of growling and now sat mute inside him; his hands shook as he opened the envelope and read the contents.

He found himself stood on the doorstep of a small three-bedroom house some time later, shivering even in the sun. The woman that opened the door was tall, pale and had his father's impassive eyes; but as she took in a man who almost immediately began to cry, she hushed him and ushered him in.

"Neptune is a pretty name," he said, between tears.

"I chose it myself," she whispered between the tap of a tea spoon against a cup. She sat a cup of tea in front of him, next to her own letter, which had been torn up in a blind fury.

"He was a bastard," Mortimer offered the stagnant air.

"He ruined my mother's life."

"He ruined every life he touched."

"Are you glad he's dead?" A pause, tears welling once again. He wished he was glad.

"The silence is too much."

They sat with the heaviness of the words, until Neptune nodded, cleared her throat and stood up. "Well, we have a funeral to plan," she moved like a whirlwind, every step firm and purposeful, and Mortimer found it so easy to listen to the command of her voice. She was more of his father than he could ever have been, who had taken to referring to his son as "spineless," from the age of six.

"Okay," he nodded. "Let's plan a funeral."

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I would also like to propose:

🎶 "Show me yours and I'll show you mine,"

Eddie and Ari comparing scars? 👀

Could also work for Ember and April, potentially, if you get too many AriEdward prompts XD

~ M <3

Edward tilted his head off the edge of the bed, sliding a piece of paper between the pages of his book. "Is it rude to ask how you got that?" He pointed to his eye.

Ari raised an eyebrow, looking up at him from the floor over the rim of his glasses. "Which one?"

"How many do you have?"

"Show me yours and I'll show you mine," he dropped the paper he was reading onto a pile beside him, his lip quirking into a smile. "Why are you so interested?"

"Apart from the fact it's hot that you get into fights?"

Ari laughed - suddenly, and sharp, from the depths of his stomach. He isn't sure if it's nervousness accompanying how unused he is to the newfound bluntness of Edward's flirting. "I do not get into fights - I...have been known to end up in them, but I don't exactly walk up with the intention of it."

"Uh huh, so...how?"

"This one is from a bar fight," Ari muttered "...it wasn't interesting, just a man who got a little handsy and when I politely requested he leave the poor waitress alone, he got...upset, with a glass bottle that got lodged beneath my eye."

"Did you punch back?"

"I did."

"Did he go down?"

"He did, but I needed stitches."

"You said you had others?" Ari sighed, then hauled himself slowly to his feet with a low grunt.

"I've got the scars on my chest, as you know, from the surgeries," he unbuttoned his shirt slowly, and Edward sat up with abrupt interest, his keen eyes watching Ari. The scars were barely visible from time and the coarse black chest hair, but he kneeled up to get a closer look, and could just about make out the healed skin. "Then this one, below my ribs, from a stabbing that nearly cost a kidney."

"Fucking hell."

"Then I have a few healed scratches from various tumbles, but underneath the hair you would struggle to see them."

"How many fights have you been in?"

Ari gave a tired sort of smile "...enough to know that it's not a life I enjoy living." He pulled his shirt off completely and held out his arm. "This is a cut I got training with April, he's fast with a knife, I'll tell you, faster than his brain works."

"Ouch, that was deep."

"April is used to cutting open dead bodies, and forget I wasn't one when he put that much force behind his movement."

"Lucky he missed the vein." Ari hummed.

"What about these?" Edward's fingers brushed against the hairs on the back of Ari's forearms, the movement flooding a deep blush to Ari's skin. Beneath the hair, he could see lots of little, thin, lines.

"I babysat a cat." It was blunt, and quick. And something about Ari's tone silenced any questions. "I also have a scar on my thigh, but then I might be losing too many clothes."

"I wouldn't say so," Edward muttered, pretending that sometimes he doesn't glance when Ari is changing.

"Wasn't this supposed to be a mutual exchange?"

Edward leaned back and gripped the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head in a swift movement. His surgery scar were fresher than Ari's, but healed, and less hidden. "Surgery, bullet," he pointed to what was once a hole beneath his collarbone "...that was hell, I couldn't move my shoulder for ages."

"You got shot?"

"Oh yeah, twice," he stood up and pulled the hem of his shorts down to show another, just above his hip. "They were both lousy shots." Ari stared at him with wide eyes and parted lips, shaking his head in disbelief. "The ones on my stomach are from the second surgery, and the one on my side is from being stabbed, there's a few on my legs..." he pulled his shorts up, showing a large scar on his thigh, and smaller ones below "...those are from a guy I thought was dead..."

"How many fights have you been in?"

"Enough to know it's not the life I enjoy living."

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🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

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Hey 💌 I’m Saja — a mother trying to hold onto hope through days that feel impossibly heavy.

I know you probably see a lot online, but if you could take just a moment… I’d be so grateful.

💫 A reblog of my pinned post could help our story reach someone who cares.

🌿 And if you’re in a place to give, even a small donation could bring comfort to my daughter and help us feel safe again.

@sajagz, thank you for listening.

Even gentle support creates strength.

From one heart to another — thank you 🤍

Best of luck to you

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He's a pretty pretty man

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i see "men bad" jokes as very similar to suicide jokes. like making them every once in a while isn't the worst thing, but if you Keep making them constantly. it DOES shape how you start thinking and you WILL become a more unpleasant and bitter person and also make people around you uncomfortable. and sometimes you just gotta choose to not make or engage with certain jokes, even if they are amusing to you, because its just not who you wanna be

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Since the last time I saw this post I've been thinking about Ari stimming with a butterfly knife and Ember stimming with a gun so often.

Like yeah cool tricks from Ari and Edward is absolutely hot for it, but imagine how many tables have just been stabbed.

And it's canon that Ember gets all his rage out shooting plants of wood so hey. maybe. may be. Maybe the autism/adhd rep we needed was knives and guns after all.

Neurodivergent assassin who very casually uses their weapons as stim.

Turning on and off the safety of their gun. Tapping and spinning their dagger. Watching the poison in the vial move as they flip in and then back.

Nobody says anything because...well they're an assassin.

Turns on safety, presses trigger, turns off safety repeat.

People around them are in constant fear.

Chewing the end of their poison tipped dagger when they try to figure out a plan.

Wash their hands too much cause they don't like how sticky blood is.

However overtime it becomes a weird single to others.

Everyone is anxious trying to figure something out and they hear a little "click click" and it's just slightly calming to know that they have this person there and they are thinking of a plan.

Someone hands them a drink but it flows just a little too weird and they are like, "hmm that's poison" then chuck it because they have built up immunity.

No table that doesn't have something carved into it.

Never a situation where they don't have enough bullets because this person takes out the cartridge and puts it back as stim.

They take apart their guns and put them back over time being crazy fast and efficient with it.

Just give me a neurodivergent assassin/spy.

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I'm not sure how much of a ship this actually is either

“you are certainly interesting.” “is that a compliment or are you making fun of me?” “yes.”

Maybe as Ember and January? :0

Love, M <3

Ember has to admit he zoned out a little, watching the android talk at a hundred miles an hour. Some of the words he understood, some sentences even - the rest may have been spoken in the same Cypher that January writes in.

Now, he was staring at Ember expectantly with those unnervingly blue eyes.

"You are...definitely interesting," Ember cleared his throat, his fingers scratching into the back of his scalp and his eyes anywhere but January.

"Is that a compliment, or are you making fun of me?"

"...Yes?"

"Well, it's better than outright aggression, so I suppose I'll have to take it."

"Sure."

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lord huron lyric prompts

INTO THE SUN EP ☀️ tell my family i had to leave ☀️ if i meet my end, well that’d be my fate ☀️ you are exactly what i should want, but i don’t want you

MIGHTY EP 🔥 i can’t trust anyone or anything these days 🔥 all words of comfort cannot take away my doubt 🔥 of all the strangers you’re the strangest that i’ve seen 🔥 for the first time i wasn’t hard of feeling 🔥 i woke up on the beach one day and found that she had gone

LONESOME DREAMS 🌚 to the ends of the earth, would you follow me? 🌚 please don’t say i’m going alone 🌚 run away with me and it’ll all make sense 🌚 i decided my fate with my deeds 🌚 i land on an island coast where the only souls i see are ghosts 🌚 can it be as real as it seems? 🌚 maybe this time i won’t wake from the dream 🌚 i’m just a man but i know that i’m damned 🌚 all the dead seem to know where i am 🌚 perhaps my chance was then; i’ll never know 🌚 i made a vow i’d see you again 🌚 trying to flee that life, but i can’t seem to leave it behind 🌚 i ain’t ever gonna die and i want you to come 🌚 well i know my life’s better when we’re together, so why can’t our story just go on forever? 🌚 there’s a fire in your eyes and there’s blood on your hands 🌚 rest a while, they’re coming for you 🌚 there’s a price to be paid for the things that we do 🌚 don’t turn away, don’t tell me that we’re not the same 🌚 you are the purest soul i’ve ever known in my life 🌚 you are still alive when i look to the sky in the night 🌚 oh, is he ready to die for you, baby? 🌚 well, i could never betray your love 🌚 i know i’ll never reclaim your love, but that’s just how it goes 🌚 i know i’ll never replace your love and that’s as hard as it gets

STRANGE TRAILS 🎄 we go walking together toward the yawning grave 🎄 yes, i know that love is like ghosts 🎄 spirits follow everywhere i go 🎄 you don’t want me, baby, please don’t lie 🎄 there ain’t language for the things i feel 🎄 i want ours to be an endless song 🎄 do you see no ghost in me at all? 🎄 i had a vision tonight that the world was ending 🎄 watch for a sign in the midnight sky 🎄 was he unforgiven or just tired of living a life that never felt like his? 🎄 i stared right into the endless void and i ain’t going back if i got any choice 🎄 i know how to live, i don’t know how to die 🎄 i get a laugh outta staring in darkness and wondering why people live in the light 🎄 you spend your whole life dreaming and you wake up dead 🎄 the bravest men return with darkened hearts and phantom pain 🎄 i stare into the endless sky and the sorry tale of my life goes by 🎄 i had a name but they took it from me 🎄 gonna tear the world up ‘til i have my revenge 🎄 the fair and the brave and the good must die 🎄 i took a little journey to the unknown 🎄 there ain’t language for the things i’ve seen 🎄 and the truth is stranger than my own worst dreams 🎄 say goodbye to who i was 🎄 show me yours and i’ll show you mine 🎄 oh, you fool, there are rules 🎄 you will open the yawning grave 🎄 i am ready to follow you even though i don’t know where 🎄 i don’t wanna be the only one living if all my friends are gone 🎄 there’s another light beyond the lie 🎄 who knew love would be like this? 🎄 i don’t know how to take my own life back 🎄 i’ve been running through life and cruising toward death 🎄 i’m just wearing old bones from those that came first 🎄 if you think that i’ve changed, you know me not 🎄 gonna wander out there and see what i’m worth 🎄 do you know what loneliness does to a man? 🎄 i may have died but your loving raised me 🎄 you saved my life, i just wanna repay you in kind 🎄 i’ve been searching for a trail to follow again 🎄 take me back to the night we met

VIDE NOIR 🌟 staring into the pure, black void 🌟 drowning in a sea of stars 🌟 she took my money, but she didn’t take me 🌟 you’re a conjured lie; a figment of my mind 🌟 i cast you back from whence you came 🌟 i call you by your ancient names 🌟 i gotta get away from here 🌟 i’m alive for now, but good as dead 🌟 i live my life like this just to prove to the world that i still exist 🌟 i don’t believe in life, and i won’t believe in death ‘til i die 🌟 if i can’t change the weather, maybe i can change your mind 🌟 you chained my life to an ancient master 🌟 you cheated death and sealed your fate 🌟 truth once known never comes unknown 🌟 the ways of death can never be learned 🌟 and the life i’ve lived is only dust 🌟 everyone’s a sinner in the balancer’s eye 🌟 tell me, how does a man change the universe? 🌟 why did learning the truth make me feel worse? 🌟 i have only ‘til the night is over 🌟 by the stars above i know we were in love 🌟 i hear the river say your name 🌟 i see an emerald in the sky 🌟 and you pulled me from a nightmare 🌟 so what if i’m living out past the edge? 🌟 prowling the night raising hell with the boys 🌟 where can you go when it’s all in your head? 🌟 was everything you said just a lie? 🌟 you never loved me 🌟 you’re the brightest star in all of the sky

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there's a petition to sign (open to non-UK-residents) and protests over today & the next few days to go to in many locations if you're in the UK

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Anyone spending five minutes with April and Ember can't tell if they like each other or want to cannibalise each other and I think that's beautiful <3

i love toxic couples <3

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i love toxic couples <3

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Arizona "there is no good in this world" Close, confronted with a man who tries to make moral choices and better the people around him: i am a. homosexual.

I always imagined "Believer" to be a song from Edward's POV in playlists but the more I write AriEdward the more I'm like a c tu allly this is from Ari's POV.