#WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE WINDOW BOUCE?????

[bookofmac]

Monkey Man is good for many many reasons, but in my look through the tag and for some reason no one is mentioning the comedy at play?

Like guys, he runs at a window to do the big Action Hero Jump and bouces off like a pigeon. The Indian Three wheeler is built like a fast and the furious car, has the license plate s3xy car, and is named after Nikki Minaj. The one kick KO. They play Boney M as he kills people in the Elevator. It's really well crafted

[mother-snake]

I have returned! With another story idea and yes it's Janus angst (as always)

So! The dark sides are notorious for their huge parties -often themed around the 1920s or Victorian era- there is food everywhere, Remus creates fake guests to attend and its often in HUGE ballrooms or gardens. The light sides had always wanted to go but never really got a chance due to the sides not really liking eachother.

Until Virgil hears of another party happening the next night. He tells the sides and Roman manages to get the theme from some brotherly blackmail favours, Victorian Masquerade. Its a perfect plan really. The darks won't be able to tell that they're there if they keep on the masks. So they all agree to go.

Roman summons ornate outfits and masks fitting their colour schemes, Virgil makes fake invitations for them, Logan makes sure the outfits are correct for the theme and keeps track of the time and Patton is boucing like a ball waiting for them to go.

When they arrive things are just as magnificent as Virgil's stories told them.

Black and gold coated every surface, enough food to feed an army. The ballroom had a huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling in the centre with pictures of roman myths coating the walls, crystal clear strained glass windows look over a garden along with a door that opens to it. The ballroom floor expands to a staircase that leads to five thrones.

The largest one is blood orange and gold. Flame motifs line the sides and a symbol is etched onto the top. A orange bull with burning eyes.

The second largest is a bleek gray. It has clean lines with small sweeps of crystals at the bottom -shining like diamonds- a different symbol is etched onto this thone, A plan gray box with a glowing cat eye inside.

The third is a blue so dark its almost black. Feathers coat the arms and legs of the chair, creeping onto the back of it which leads to another symbol. A crow with black inky tears leaking out of their eyes.

The forth chair looks familiar to the lights. Black and green with green tentacles oozing with mucous wrap up the arms, legs and back blending into the sword symbol at the top, Remus' symbol.

The smallest and last chair is black and gold. Snakes wrap the chair and thick gold covered vines climb the back with leads to the two-headed snake symbol that sits perfectly centred. Janus' symbol.

The others are amazed by just how pretty everything is. The dancing hall is already full of people and the elegant piano and violin music is leading people to dance. They decide to stay together to avoid loosing eachother in the huge party. One thing comes to mind though. The dark sides aren't in the room.

Roman looks at all the entrances, trying catch a glimpse of one of the darks only for the music to abruptly stop and the candles to dim.

At the top of the staircase walked out all the dark sides. Wrath followed by Apathy and Depression. Wrath stood in middle, thone adorned with a flaming bull. Apathy and Depression stood on his left and right. After they sat down, Remus and Janus stepped out and went to stand next to Depression and Apathy respectively. Left hand behind their back and right holding onto a ornate golden goblet, they raised their glasses and took a long sip. After that they bowed and sat in their thrones.

The hall was so quiet you could hear Wraths booming voice announcing the start of the evening. And with that the music picked back up and everyone continued to dance.

The light sides were stunned; at the organization of the entrance or how the darks seemed to be so prepared was a debate. The darks sat on the thrones with perfect posture and poise for about half an hour before Wrath rose and the others followed.

The lights wanted to look away but they couldn't tare their eyes away from the sides. Their suits were perfect, masks placed delicately and colours working seamlessly. They were the symbol of perfection. But they managed to break their trance and look away as Roman dragged Patton away to dance.

It wasn't long before the darks split in their own directions. Wrath, Apathy and Depression going to talk to the puppet people, Remus ran outside to the gardens and Janus walked over to the buffet. Right where Logan was.

Without even looking in Logan's direction Janus spoke in a hushed voice; telling him to gather the others and leave before the others catch on. Blond ringlets falling in his eyes. Logan is speechless, speechless at the fact that Janus recognized them,the fact that he just told them to get out and to the fact that Janus was a blond. Logan tries to tell him that they aren't here to spy or cause any damage, they just want to enjoy the party, looking down he catches long purple marks lining Janus' wrists, they look like bruses to him. Janus' eyes darken, he tells him that they can stay but they have to be gone by midnight and god help them if the others find out they are at the party. And with that Janus takes a glass of wine and baked good before walking away to do something or another.

Logan rejoins Virgil and tells him what Janus said. Patton and Roman rejoin about halfway through and they re-explain what Janus said. That is where the group has a split opinion.

Patton thinks that they should respect the darks wishes and leave before midnight.

Roman wants to stay, he ain't Cinderella. He's shouldn't have a cerfew.

Logan wants to leave before midnight because Janus seemed really serious about it.

And Virgil wants to stay simply to fuck with them.

They spend hours arguing about staying or leaving and before they even realise the time ticking away.

A clock striking 12 brings them out of the argument.

The dark sides walk back up the golden steps. The music has stopped. The puppets have parted from the centre and have stopped dancing. The darks stand at their thrones, time eating away as the puppets stare at them before Wrath picks up another goblet. This one black and silver. He raises his glass and calls out into the room

"One of us has made a mistake." a smirk raises on his face. "One of us has been talking to the Light Sides and trying to leave our beloved family. Like someone who was once close to us." Virgil could feel himself tense. Wrath lowers his glass slightly. "Deceit, come here..... Now Deceit, we don't have all day"

Janus takes careful steps forward, as if he would break the marble floor, before stopping in front of Wrath.

Wrath's smirk turns into a smile as he unclasps Janus' mask. "Deci, Deci, Deci... What have I told you about your hair?"....."Answer me Deceit"

Janus swallows and opens his mouth, "keep it dyed and straightened"

Wrath hums and weaves his fingers throughout the blond curls. "exactly" Wrath tightened his grip and threw Janus down the marble stairs. A sickening thump sounded throughout the room, making the Light sides wince. They were frozen as Wrath descended the stairs. "You haven't been home very often Deceit, did you think you could leave? Did you think that you could become their new Anxiety? Did you think that you could ever ever possibly have a shot at living in piece with them?" He was towering above Janus. The other dark sides just sat there, completely apathic to the beating one of their own was facing. "They hate you Deceit, why would you want to put yourself through that?" Janus was curled up in a ball, hands over his head and tears streaming down. "we're the only ones that could ever love you, right Deceit?" he hummed while he waited for an answer, only to receive none.

He hooked his boot under Janus' arm; flipping him over on his back. He then took his foot and pressed onto his ribs with his full weight. Janus whined in pain as Wrath pressed harder. "Say that you love us Deceit."

Janus wheezed in a breath. "I-I l-lo-love yo- you-"

Wrath's face twisted underneath the mask as he pressed his foot in harder, "without the stuttering"

"I l-love you"

"try again"

"I love you." tears were streaming down his face as he drew in a relieved breath as Wrath lightened his boot.

"say that you would never leave us."

"I will never leave you"

"the lights hate you"

"the lights hate me"

Wrath's smirk grew back onto his face "Anxiety will never love you."

Janus didn't respond to that one. Wrath growled as he removed his boot and picked up the smaller side. He pinned him against the banister and summoned a knife. He drew the blade closer, "say it"

Janus' silence was met with a blade twisting underneath his scales and pulling some out. The silence was filled with his screams as the tears mixed with the blood. Soon Janus was screaming back the words that Wrath wanted to hear. "Anxiety will never love me, Anxiety never loved me, he wishes I was dead, the glares he gives me are worse then any punishment you give me-" Janus chocked on his own tears.

Wrath's lips turned into a smile as he pulled the knife away roughly, taking some scales with it. He carded his fingers back in his hair, "good, I'm happy to hear that you came to your senses. Come join us again when you're cleaned up and stop your pathetic crying." Wrath dropped Janus leading to him falling to the floor, he walked away with a twisted smile and the other three darks before stopping. "and remember Deceit to dye that disgusting hair, you don't fit in." he continued walking, laughing and snickering at the crying side.

When the darks left the room the puppets disappeared. The lights were frozen as Janus sat there crying. The silence stretched on forever until finally one of them stepped forward.

Roman unclasped his mask as he knelt down to Janus' face. Reaching forward to hold his hand only to pull back when the deceitful side flinched. Roman's mouth felt dry but he spoke anyway, "why didn't you ask for help?"

The smaller side kept his head down, a soft chuckle left his mouth, "so you guys can call me a liar and say I'm faking it? Pass Creativity..."

Roman couldn't give an answer to that, Deceit was right. He wouldn't have believed him. That made Roman feel sick to the stomach. When he felt a hand on his shoulder.

Patton stood there was a fallen look on his face. "We might not have believed you then. But, we believe you know kiddo. Why don't we go back to our side? I can make you some hot cocoa Jan?"

"don't say my name here"

Logan and Virgil moved over to stand next to Patton. The silence flooded the air again. Logan was the one to break it. "Why? I do not see any logical reason to refrain from your name here."

"Apathy can control you if he knows your name...." Surprisingly It was Virgil who spoke.

Roman looked up at him, "is that why they called you anxiety?" Virgil nodded as knelt down to look Janus in the eyes.

"come on danger noodle, lets take you home." He gently picked Janus up, cradling his head close to his chest. He hummed in a low voice as he lulled the deceitful to sleep.

Unknown to them as they walked away, there was a green clad side smirking from the shadows as he watched them walk away.

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I don't know if I hate what I just wrote or love it. Ehh, ether way. Here ya go! This can be connected to that other ask I sent if you want it to be (I'm sure you know the one) but it doesn't have to. I always make Janus blond when I'm writing him.

If you do decide to connect this to the other one I wrote this as taking place after that.

Anyway! Here is another fic idea (is this even an idea anymore? Am I just sending you my fanfics?) As always you can use it if you want! 💛❤️💛❤️💛

This could be a mini story all on its own. Once again I say Holy shit. Because I am speechless.

Sorry I've responded late. But oh my god that's amazing. (I like blonde janus too)

This may or may not be somewhat stolen by me down the line, ^_^'

Gotta love putting janus in big angsty situations in front of the sides!

[itoshit]

At the end I didn't write the dc stuff, will be for future posts, and I was eating that's why I took my time to come back!<3

I was tired, exhausted even.

The last three months have been hectic. We just recently discovered we had a mole in Bonten and that made me mad.

Fucking mad. Who the hell dared betray us?

After long sleepless nights searching and digging through all the possible files, cameras, and meetings to try to find who it was, I came to a conclusion.

My executives wouldn't work for someone else. But they had side chicks. A lot of them. And what was my surprise when I discovered the blonde girl from three months prior.

Her friend. What was the name of the girl I've fucked that night again?

Vee, yeah right.

Among the hundred footages I've spotted her with Sanzu in a bar, one where he used to go to get his dick wet.

Wasn't she with Koko?? But guess that bitches like her had their legs open wide for everyone and anyone.

'Koko, you know that girl right?'

Now all sat around thr huge wooden table, the Haitani brothers, Akashi, Hitto, Mochizuki, Sanzu and Koko and myself were discussing in emergency. Some of our personal data leaked and the fucker was still free in Japan.

'Yeah I do. Her name was Jackie if I remember correctly?'

Turning to Sanzu I showed him the same image.

'Jackie huh? She told me her name was Grace'

Manspreading I crossed my fingers on the table.

'Well visibly she lied to at least one of you. On these photos taken by our detectives it seemed like she was talking with one of the Yamaguchi-gumi's members. We all know who they are, I don't need to explain further. So the question is. Why the hell is she in contact with the strongest Yakuza family in Japan hm?? The one with which our relations aren't really good at that. Akashi, any idea?'

Silence settling between my men and I, I had my chin on my fingers.

'The most logical explanation would be that she took opportunity of both of our weaknesses. Koko, have you ever talked to her about Bonten?'

'Who do you think I am Akashi? I'm not dumb. She tried several times to get into my pants but I always pushed her away. I'm not a huge fan of escorts'

'That theory is at least confirmed right?'

'Yeah Ran. She has been spotted with political figures too. This bitch knows how to dive into business'

'Sanzu, did you have anything going on with her?'

Looking at my second in command I was waiting for his answer. This fucking mess was starting to get seriously on my nerves.

'Yeah we fucked multipe times'

'How could you explain yourself? You had sex with someone who fucked enemies and politicians??'

'Look Akashi, I didn't say anything to her. I just made her scream my name, I don't have anything to do with that shit'

Throwing a photo at him my patience was thinning.

'Seems like she gave you some drug though. Am I right?'

And that's when a look of realisation came upon his face. Gulping, Sanzu bit his lip. I knew what that I meant.

Guilt.

'Yeah-maybe. Yes she did. But it was nothing more that molly!'

'And how do you know that?? What d'you remember of that night??'

'... nothing'

I fucking tried to stay calm. I did my best really, but this bloody junkie was fucking with me.

'That night seemed to be your last with her, and she saw the Yakuzas not long after. You know what does that mean right? She drugged you and probably asked you questions about our fucking gang. But too high to realise it you gave in. That's your fault. You're the one responsible.'

'Sano, without disrespecting you, the girl you fucked three months ago. Wasn't she an acquaintance of her?'

At Rindou's question my legs stopped boucing and my breath stopped.

Could it be...?

'They were together in this... Fuck! I should have seen that coming'

Slamming my fist against the table I gritted my teeth together.

'Find these bitches and bring them back to me. I don't fucking care how you find them. You could tear their legs off their bodies for all I care but I want them alive. Understood??'

Sanzu sighted while the other nodded and stood up.

'Oh and also Sanzu. Take care of that Yakuzas shit. I don't want them to come at us.'

Leaving me all alone in the room, I slouched on the chair.

Eyes closed while remembering the night spent with her, I cursed at the feeling of my cock twitching in my pants.

'Are you fucking with me now...'

Standing up and leaning on the huge window, head resting on my arm I smirked.

'Guess I'll see you again pretty soon Vee'

-Mikey

MIKEY WAIT YOU GOT IT ALL WRONG IDK WHAT THESE BITCHES GOT GOIN ON—see how i always get dragged in stuff

We hadn’t seen Natalie in weeks. Every time we called her phone or invited her out via text, she always responded that She was tired. Busy. Not really feeling the club scene.

I knew they were all lies. Natalie was the partier of our group, the one who always knew the names of the latest clubs, which ones had the cheapest drinks. Or the strongest. Her strange absence took a toll on our group almost instantly.

Angel went hysterical. She was always closest to Nat, and Tati the one closest to the outside of the circle they navigated in as I was. So we both took it upon ourselves to go with Angel to Natalie’s house, confront her head on. We all met up their by our cars, pulling up to the condominium straight-faced, our worry masked deep within us. Tati and I, at least. The memo hadn’t reached Ang, who sobbed openly as she rapped on the door, screaming out for Nat so loud I wince. We all exhale when the door opens, but that relief quickly washes away at the sight of the small, wrinkled face woman before us— Aya, Bay’s housekeeper.

I’m sorry, Aya says when Angel nearly tackles her with questions about Nat’s whereabouts. She’s not home at the moment.

So she has been home then, I retort, watching Aya’s face drop. Like she wasn’t supposed to say that much.

I will tell her you stopped by, she answers, not really responding to what I’m asking. My eyebrows pitch up.

Ang tries to intercept her, barge straight into the house, but Aya is either deceptively strong or Angel’s awfully weak. Nat’s housekeeper wins the joust for the door easily, all professionalism gone from her face as she threatens to call the police if we don’t leave the property soon.

Tati hastily takes Angel to her car and I head to mine for the same reason: we don’t fuck with police. But that doesn’t mean I’ve given up, either. I send a call to Natalie’s phone, heel tapping as it rings once, twice, thrice and then… voicemail.

I’d usually hang up by then, but the sheer worry I feel for Natalie startles me into staying on the line. I guess we care about each other after all.

Natalie, I breathe after her automated message stops rambling about bullshit I could care less about. Where the fuck are you? Aya all but judo-flipped Angel for trying to come inside your place and look for you. Whatever’s going on, you can talk to us about it, but don’t shut us out. Especially Angel. You know she doesn’t deserve it.

I sigh when the beep comes in and hang up. The shrill ring of my cellphone echoes loudly. I scramble to lift it up to my eyes, heart dropping at the contact name.

Nat, thank God. Where are you?

I’m so sorry, Nat says into the phone shakily and just like that, worry worms its way through my gut again.

Huh? Natalie, what’s going on?

I should’ve never taken you guys to that club. I did everything to keep you three out of it, I promise. It’s just that he saw you, Vee and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. I always wanted to keep you guys safe, you have to believe me, she sobs. The sound startles me. I hadn’t seen or heard Nat cry since she skimmed her knee in kindergarten.

What are you talking about? Listen, we were just outside your house. Aya’s taken over, isn’t letting anyone in.

You’re where? Her voice, wet with tears, booms with alarm. Venus, where are you?

I’m at your car outside your house. Nat, what’s going on? You’re scaring me.

Venus, get out of there. Get out of there now. Natalie sounds like she’s pulling her hair out on the other end. Goosebumps raise on my skin.

Natalie, what the fuck is going on?

They’ve been watching my house for weeks! Nobody was supposed to show up there! I told Aya to tell you guys that I went on a trip! Fuck, Vee, you need to get out of there!

Watching her house? I look around with the phone to my ear, not seeing anything out of the ordinary. Everything looks like it always looks. I’m confused and afraid. What shit had Natalie gotten herself into?

I fiddle with my keys, not wanting to take the chance of waiting around and finding out. I can hear her frantic screams, they just make me panic more. I drop my keys, cursing as I bend to pick them up. When I raise them, a jeep slows a few yards away from my car. It’s big, black and the windows are tinted all the way through. Then the doors open, and three men all hop out, adorned in black and demeanors screaming menace.

I stay frozen in place. They’re staring at me.

They’re walking… toward me.

[bubble-tea-dreams]

January 1st, 2022

First diary entry of the year. Also first diary entry since.. 2017? I've been away for a while, I guess I didn't need to put my dark thoughts in words on a website where no one can find me. Never too late to start again.

Sometimes I wish I wasn't so honest. Or maybe I wish I could say things.. use better words, in a way that won't hurt others? Last year I hurt more people than I ever did before.. without wanting to. Who wants to hurt people they care about? Never thought I could slip away from being part of their lifes.. Can't count how many I let down in 2021.. And the other years.. I keep pushing people away. Then I wonder why I am alone on my days off, staring at a dark screen hoping to see a notification appear. But no..

I keep comparing myself to that last puzzle piece to complete the puzzle but that ends up not being the right one. Not even from the same puzzle. Different shape, theme, palette.. You got a faulty box at the store.. Instead of grabbing the one in the front, you took the one in the back, just to make sure no one had opened it. There you are, sitting alone at the table, with that puzzle piece in your hand and that incomplete 1000 pieces puzzle in front of you. That's me, the random piece that's left that will be of no use.

I really try to be okay.. I make so much effort, waking up and telling myself 'today you'll be positive'. I get out of bed and look at the mirror on my wall. The girl that's looking back at me in the mirror, who is she? What does she want? What's her purpose? All I can feel is disgust, sadness, fear, uncertainty.. I become anxious and wish I could stay in bed, close my eyes, forget about everything.. About work, friends, problems.. About the World. Just become the void.

Not even 2 hours into the new year and I already ruined it all. In a matter of seconds, actually, by hitting 'send'.

Why can't I keep everything to myself? My thoughts, my opinion, how I feel.. I can't help but spill it out.. And I make a mess..

I thought I couldn't fall in love anymore after a five year relationship that left me drowning in millions of thoughts and what ifs. I moved on fast, I had been crying for over a year. I just needed the strenght to stare at my partner's eyes and tell him how I don't see myself with him anymore, that I also plan on starting the life I've always dreamed of, in Portugal.. And because I have no tact whatsoever, with literally nothing, I had no emotions while saying how I felt. How we couldn't keep on. Cold. Hearted. Girl.

Then it happened. He happened. Not even a month after my breakup. Like a phoenix rising from ashes, I felt alive again.

'He' was, for the time being, a blessing. Never imagined I could get along so well with someone. He didn't need to look at me for me to feel visible, worth it, pretty. He didn't need to touch me for me to feel wanted, desired, loved. His presence was like a ray of sunshine on a very gloomy day; light in the darkness.

We started talking more and more, day after day. I was already feeling butterflies in my stomach just seeing the three boucing dots on the chat window - meaning he was typing something. I looked forward to waking up every morning to a text from him. Actually, I can even say I looked forward to waking up every morning. My dark thoughts, like a heavy cloud blocking away the sun, went away. I felt something I hadn't in a long time; happiness.. excitement. The simplest.. joy.

The first time we saw each other, as friends, - out of work context - we went to one of my favorite spots in Montreal; the Chinatown. L2 lounge. We laughed, and talked so much. When he brought me back home in his car, it was already dark (yay, Canadian winter). For some reason I wanted to kiss him.. but we had just met..

I took a shower, changed into my pjs and texted him. We could talk for hours, really. The next day, Dec 1st, he texted me 'definitely regret not kissing you yesterday'. I replied with 'you know what' 'same'. We saw each other again the same night. Of course we kissed.. a lot.. And the next day too, a lot, during break, during lunch time, after work. We also.. well, you know. We all got needs.

Ok, writting too much information on this website already. But screw that, it's my diary.

If you're reading this and you're not 'Him' keep scrolling, nothing to see here, really.

Anyways.. We got along very well. Did a couple of activities too. Is kissing an activity? Add it to the list of activities. Little ups and downs sometimes, but it's what makes us humans. We were supposed to just stay 'friends with benefits' but.. we ended up falling.. deep.. in love.. It fell so good just being with him. A remedy to my broken soul. The puzzle piece that fits.. Or I thought..

So yeah, all was good. Up until this morning.. January 1st, 2022.

If I keep it short and understandable to anyone still reading this that shouldn't be reading this: We don't share the same dreams. He wants a stable relationship, find his last and true love. Have a kid with her, a family.. Such a simple dream and yet I.. I am a brick wall before him. I want to live abroad.. In Portugal. I don't want to have kids.. Let me say it better; I just don't want to give birth.. It terrifies me.. Always did.. Adoption is something on my 'just might do it one day' list. So yeah.. opposites.. Really the piece of the puzzle that does fit in the puzzle but is not quite right because it's not for that image.

This morning I told him how I felt.. about our dreams.. I could've used a better way to bring the subject.. Why did I have to say it on the first day of the year..

On Tumblr we often joke of screwing up things so fast, as soon as we can, without us wanting too. I made that relatable today.. A couple of minutes into the year, I sent my texts.. Arrows.. Pointy arrows.. Straight to his heart. I'm despicable.. And in a matter of hours.. Our sand castle crumbled down.. Bringing with it the tower of happiness.. the garden of friendship and the fountain of love..

'Bye'.

My heart shattered.. in a million billion trillion of pieces..

And the tears rolling down my cheeks.. while my hands were trembling..

Uncontrollably..

It was a very gloomy day.. Outside, that could be seen through the windows.. and inside.

I will need time to heal from this...

All day I haven't spoken a word between these four walls.. in my apartment.. I try to silence my mind..

I'll be sure not to spill out.. Maybe silence is what will save me..

Or..

Only God knows..