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“i am a monument to all your sins” is such a fucking raw line for a villain it’s amazing that it came from halo, a modernish video game, and not some classical text or mythos

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Come around. - A Manjiro Sano Twoshot

Finding out that you worked for him had felt like you had been shot in the gut. Year after year of running away from everything that you saw in him, dreaming about him and waking up yearning. Yearning for something that would never happen, not in a millennium.

He made it clear 12 years ago. The memory of what he said had failed you tremendously, except for the ache in your heart that grows in your chest when you try to recall that day - the heavy rain, drenched half-conscious bodies & blood mixed with water from the downpour. You were in the midst of it all, staring at the faceless culprit as he grinned, like some psycho, at the thought of inflicting pain to his friends.

The rest of the memory is history, or maybe that's what your brain wants you to think. Perhaps it is doing you good, shielding you away from the remains of the horrid memory.

Oh well.

You had better things to do, better things to worry about like putting food on the table with this capricious job of yours.

You stared at the dolled-up visage in the mirror, before deciding to pick up the fashion magazine on your stylist's vanity table to distract yourself from the impending event to commence in an hour.

As Vivian's hands worked on styling your tresses, you flipped through the pages only stopping to admire the haute couture designs and the vibrant colours used in them while simultaneously keeping an ear out for gossip from her chatterbox co-workers who were also getting pretty and primp.

You couldn't shake off the feeling that you were being watched, you blamed it on the jitters you get before going into the spotlight even after three years in the industry.

You still weren't used to it, the whole experience was different from the previous service jobs you had picked up during your time in college. As someone who kept to themself most of the times, it would take quite a while before you got used to it - that's if, you don't end up quitting from the soul crushing pressure.

But, the pay was good. You had to admit it, and it seemed your quiet allure captured the eyes of a few affluent customers with suitcases.

Minutes passed by like a flash, you could tell Vivian had finished up with the final touch ups when she placed her hands on your bare shoulders. You peered in the mirror once again, admiring the sleek bouncing curls that cascaded down your shoulders, with the help of authentic extensions.

“You look amazing, angel,” Vivian cooed.

“Thanks to you.” You sighed, brushing away the tendrils from your delicate face.

She just shook her head, a small smile adorning her crimson lips before walking away to tend to another worker. Slowly, you rose from the chair feeling an ache in your rear from sitting down for too long and returned the magazine back on the table. No way you could afford skipping your stretching routine now.

You exited the room, unbeknownst to the pair of ebon eyes staring at your retreating form through the screen.

***

To say Izana was angry would be an understatement; IIzana was livid.

“I don't think I'm understanding you, wait.” He adjusted his phone from his shoulder to his left hand. An annoyed chuckle escaped from his mouth. “You mean to tell me that you aren't on the plane to Manila?”

Manjiro picked at his fingernails, clearly not in the mood for Izana's tantrums. “Something came up.”

“I always make sure that Haruchiyo clears out your schedule, Huwag mo akong subukan!”

A crease formed between his brows. “You know I'm still learning Tagalog. I would appreciate it if you didn't use big words with me.” He spoke dryly, brushing back his long ebony tresses.

“Manjiro…” He warned, his tone sounding unamused. The aforementioned could sense he had the grip on his phone on a tight hold as a way to restrain his ire.

“I'll make it up to you, big bro. Say hi to Isadora for me.” He made sure to quickly hang up, letting out a languid sigh as he reclined against the back seat and closed his eyes for a moment.

Knowing how petty Izana was, Manjiro won't hear the end of this. It had been a while since they had last seen each other in five months at least. Izana had business to deal with some prominent gangs in Manila, whilst he stayed back in Tokyo with Kisaki to accompany him on business trips, a decision that had the older brother feeling bitter.

He couldn't be bothered with his antics, he had more important things to do.

But, he couldn't just tell Izana that the stuff it entailed was sauntering into Club Nocturne at 10 PM with a concerned Kakucho. Though he wore a stoic expression, Manjiro could feel it from the corner of his eye, his muscles seemed taut, straining against the fabric of his black trenchcoat.

“Loosen up a little,” Manjiro told him curtly.

It wasn't his fault, his job was to pick him up and escort him to the airport, however now he happened to be acting as his bodyguard as his number two was unavailable at the moment.

He made sure to keep his workers in the dark about his appearance as not only was it a decision made on a while, he wanted to see the look on your face. Were you still the person that lights up at the sight of him, after all these years?

A voice in his head told him that you had moved on, yet the other tempted him with the scenario of a lovestruck expression on your pretty little face, a glimpse of how lovely and warm you were during your teenhood even after he pushed you away.

He hoped he hadn't withered your good spirit with his sombre presence, yet at the same time he wanted to taint you with his madness - have you get drunk off of it.

As they made their way to the VIP room, his eyes never stopped searching for your familiar face. Then again he could always go backstage and pull you aside, but where was the fun in that? He'd just have to wait.

side note: likes & reblogs are STRONGLY appreciated, ily ♥︎

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Elden ring by 冯伟 Feng Wei（c12）

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Friendly reminder that you should

Write that fic

Draw your OC

Redesign that blorbo

Plan that comic how you want

Create the content you want to see

Be cringe

Be free

The only thing that matters is you having fun! Not what others think!

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every video i see of Stephen A Smith on the internet belongs in a completely alternate dimension

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There’s no such thing as work-life balance for neurodivergent & chronically ill people.

This is because everything in my life requires work:

maintaining friendships

keeping up with my hygiene

managing bills

making money

remembering my basic needs

sleeping regularly

outputting creatively

All requires some aspect of work for me.

And when everything in your life requires work, your balance goes out the window.

If you're neurodivergent and overwhelmed — I see you.

If you're chronically ill and overwhelmed — I see you.

You're not dysfunctional.

You're not incapable.

You're doing your best.

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Bear likes to swing

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