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user-omi · 7 months

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—tragic lesbians

kokosara; cw: war. this is one of my more favorite replies because i heart women.

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Dusk meets dawn; moonlight over the beautiful ocean being washed away by molten gold. Neither looking away as the battle raged on around them, it seems as if they were trapped in a forcefield: prohibiting outsiders entrance.

All is silent and still, the only sight these two have is of each other. Neither look away; looking away means defeat, and yet the screaming of a fallen soldier has Sara glancing away for only a moment. But one moment means everything on the battlefield. One moment can determine life or death—can determine success or failure; love or hate.

Sara prides herself in being the All Mighty Shogun's sword. Blood needs veins to reach the heart; sacrifices are the veins that keep war alive.

She knows this, her treacherous heart knows this too. The human heart is a fickle thing, wanting what it cannot have—feeling what it must not feel. Stuck in some sort of weird limbo as she sees her soldier fall down. Her soldier who is so young and full of life, one who was so excited to serve his country, dying before he even had a chance. Sara forces herself to not learn any of their names; names are where memories are held and yet—

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There's laughter filling the dining hall, clinks of wooden cups smashing together in celebration. They're all happy, anyone would be happy to be accepted to serve their country—front lines and all. Even more so when new recruits with promising potential enter their ranks. Their cheers cover up the sound of heels upon the floorboards, coming closer before stopping at their table.

"What is the meaning of this?" The stern voice cuts everything off, the music stops momentarily and everyone stills.

"Oh! Lady Kujou Sara! We're here celebrating the new recruit who'll be joining us!" A young boy, no older than 18, is pushed to the front. He has a strong build yet a kind face—she didn't want him in her trope, much less the war.

"And what's this recruit's name?"

"Oh, I'm—"

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Making her way to the training grounds she can't help but sigh, it's been so chaotic lately. The Shogun has been sending them out so often that her soldiers haven't been given time to rest. War has sacrifices, yes, but what good are needless sacrifices that could have easily been prevented? She knows she mustn't question her Majesty, whatever she's doing now must have all been planned in advance.

Entering the training grounds she's met with the sound of someone already occupying it. That's strange, everyone should be sleeping right now. Walking further in she readies her bow only to see the new recruit, sighing in relief she lowers her weapon.

"You should be asleep right now." It seems like he wasn't expecting anyone to come here by the way he jolted. Looking over he chuckles, scratching the back of his head in clear embarrassment.

"Everyone else is so strong! I have to train more if I want to catch up..." His face is solemn, no hint of the prior joy and excitement of joining the front lines.

"In order to get better your body needs rest. If you choose to ignore your body's needs I have no choice but to stop you from going to war." It's like a flip has been switched, where the young man's eyes are wide and frightened as he looks at her.

"Please... Please don't! I need this! You can't send me away! I'm begging you!" He's sobbing, distress clear in his speech, not even realizing he's clinging onto his general. He's shaking, so so terrified of having to leave.

"If you want to stay you must take care of your body, understand? That means sleeping when it tells you to sleep and eating when it tells you to eat." The young man—boy really—lifts his face up, his arms still holding tightly onto Sara.

"Yes ma'am, thank you! I'll make sure to take better care of myself."

"Good. One more thing though, why is staying in the military—staying in the war, so important to you?" The boy looks away, a small smile upon his face yet joy isn't the reason for it being there.

"Well I—"

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Footsteps rush through the hall, making their way to the nurse's room. Breathing labored as Sara opens the door and spots the young boy from before. She moves to stand next to him, his body—that's not meant for war yet was trained that way—lay broken and battered on the bed.

His eyelids open at the slamming of the door, eyes glancing up to meet hers. He has a smile on his face, not unlike the one many nights ago.

"Did you come here to scold me?" His voice is soft—weak. He sounds so tired, like all he wants right now is to fall asleep.

"Not quite. I was... worried. When I didn't see you in the lineup coming back I thought—"

"Ah, that would be worrying, wouldn't it?" He laughs gently, and it's so full of hope that Sara laughs as well. The boy is surprised at first, but smiles at her.

"Well, you see I'm all okay, or well, I'm alive." Alive, he's alive, that's all that matters right now.

"I'm glad."

"Me too."

"I know you were talking before about you not—and I just wanted you to know that if—so how would you like it—"

He smiles, full of joy and hope; a promise of a new beginning.

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Sometimes dreams are made from nothing but hope and joy. Dreams are distant realities far beyond our reach, and yet still we try to reach out to them.

You were no one, came from nothing and wanted to show the world you could have everything. I wanted to allow your dream to prosper, but in doing so, did I kill you? Your blood will forever be on my hands. You may have been no one, you may have had no one. You never even had a name to store your soul, and so I'll keep your memory alive. The name and memories and dreams that only you and I are privy to—

—Kujou Ayumu; rest in peace.

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When you watch someone run at you with a knife, you—motionless—as the knife plunges into flesh. It still hurts, does it not? The same way, when you know you're going to be betrayed, the pain is still there.

Even though Sara knew this was a part of her plan, knew it had to be done. Is it wrong to feel disappointed that it went flawlessly? Just once she wished she was wrong, but she'll keep that wish to herself.

#kokosara #kokomi #genshin impact #genshin impact kokomi #genshin kokomi #genshin kujou sara #genshin sara #kujou sara #kokomi x sara #kokomi sangonomiya #sangonomiya kokomi #gxg #ficlet #short story #sapphic

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prittyvenus · 11 months

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The Medium and the Nameless Ghouls

Case file 003-4 Terzo file the haunting

After getting the bishop’s name from Dewdrop, the cops began the investigation. Omega and Phil are both willing to help but Phil’s past life is beginning to unravel along with phantoms of the past. Can Sara help solve the crisis that’s plaguing him?

Sara heard a loud shriek that woke her up in the middle of the night. Then she saw the phantom ghost of Primo sitting on a chair next to her bed. She was afraid at first but then she calmed down when she realized who it was. "Grandpa?" She says as she gets closer to the phantom. Then he gave a warm smile to her as she traced his face with her hands.

Footsteps came to her door and loud banging came out. "Sara wake up! We have a ghost problem!"

"Hold that thought." She told him. "I’m coming!" She yelled at the door.

When Sara opened the door, a terrified Thomas was out of breath. "Sara, a ghost has the officers held hostage."

"That's funny, I thought you guys don't want me because, and I Quote 'The Demon of the Police Force'. So, why should I even help you?"

"Look, don't start shit," Thomas yelled. "Just help us out, okay!"

"You're not my superior officer," Sara told Thomas. "So, you can't say shit, and after that fiasco at the meeting, why should I help you?"

"You fucking bitch."

"Feelings mutual, ass hole." Sara shuts the door, and a very disappointed Primo stares at Sara. "What?"

He hands gestures to Sara. "Signorina, no. You don't disrespect your colleague like that."

"I'm not disrespecting him. I'm just giving a good dose of karma." Primo folded his arms and gave a stern look on his face. "Look grampa, I know that you want what is best for me, but you're not my dad, and I'm not going to apologize."

Then Detective Stevens started to yell. "Sara, we got an aggressive spirit on our hands. Can you negotiate with it?"

Primo continues to sternly look at Sara and starts to tap his foot. "Urrr… fine, I'll do it!" Sara opens the door. "But I'm still not going to apologize." Primo smiled and followed Sara. Sara went downstairs and yelled, "Alright where is it?" She found a group of seven officers shaking in a corner and a phantom Secondo in his papa attire staring down at them. "Really? You guys are the toughest men out there, and you can’t even handle one ghost." Secondo turned around and looked at Sara. "If I talk to him, you guys better give me an apology after this." Secondo began to analyze her. "Sorry, about that, my name is Sara, and…"

Secondo grabs her chin and pulls her closer to him. He sees the pentagram in her left eye and carefully analyzes it. "Questa è una vera maledizione? Come l'hai presa?"

"Excuse me? I don’t understand…"

Secondo interrupted Sara. "The curse in your left eye, how did you get it?"

"From a high-level demon. It’s a long story."

One of the female officers shouted from the right-side banister. "There’s a headless man in the bathtub!"

Sara told Secondo. "Hold that thought." Then she marched up the stairs and asked "Where is it?" The officer pointed her at the open door of the hallway. She looked inside and saw a headless man lying in the bathtub filled with blood and water. The officers were too scared to go inside. "Really? You guys never handled a crime scene before?" The officers are shocked "I swear you’re all a bunch of rookies!" she yelled in a harsh voice. "Get me the rubber gloves so I can handle this!" Sara got the gloves and puts them on, and then she takes pictures with her phone, then she goes to the rack and grabs a small towel, and then she goes to the drain. "I don’t feel anything suspicious,” She puts the towel around the drain and slowly releases the plug. "The water should come down and then we can check for evidence." Soon she spotted some black hair floating around the water. "I think I found the head." She grabbed the head by the hair, then the body grabbed Sara by the arm then pulled her in close to the tub. Sara punched the body in the stomach and it leaned towards the head. She pulled the body back and then grabbed the head and pulled it out of the water. All of the officers screamed and ran away. "What a bunch of rookies…" She says with embarrassment "Well, at least you’re out of the water, Terzo."

Terzo opened his eyes and said, "Grazie, amore mio." Then he winked and smiled at her.

Sara took a deep breath and said "Damn, I hate my job." Then Sergeant Jackson appeared at the door. "I think we need to retrain the officers on how to handle a crime scene," she said as she put his head back into the tub. "Close your eyes and hold still." She said as she got out her phone.

"Make sure you get my good side," Terzo said to her. Sara snapped some more pictures from different angles. Then she noticed that the body was out of place, from the previous photos.

The officers peeked into the bathroom and Sergeant George looked at the door. "We are going to have a meeting about this." He said in a stern voice. "Tomorrow morning in the war room. Sara, can you send me the pictures when you are done."

"Of course, sir." She said as she rearranges Terzo's body to make it look like it was in the first set of photos. Then she reshoots the photos and she puts away her phone. "Okay, thank you for your time, Terzo." She said as she puts Terzo's head on his body.

Terzo said "Grazie" Sara helped lifted his body out of the tub and then she heard footsteps from behind her.

"Please, allow us to take care of Master Terzo," Omega said as he helps Terzo to his feet and out of the bathtub. Phil rushed in with a bathrobe and silk pajama pants and started to dress Terzo in them.

Sara went downstairs and sees Secondo and Primo arguing in Italian. "Come potevo sapere che è tua nipote!" Secondo gave him the hand gesture. "Hai parlato a malapena di tua moglie anche dopo che ti ha lasciato!"

"Se n'è andata perché ha trovato la famiglia che sta crescendo nostro figlio e ha detto che non tornerà finché non sarà con lei." He points his finger at Secondo. "Non mi metti mai quel tono di voce. Non dimenticare che sono stato io a crescere te e Terzo dopo che papà ci ha abbandonati, Secondo."

"Is everything okay grampa?" Sara asked.

"No, piccolo mio, everything is fine." Primo looks at Sara. "What happened to your clothes, mio figlio?"

Sara looks at her shirt. "Oh, I was playing crime scene with Uncle Terzo." She shows the pictures on her phone.

"Perché hai messo uno straccio intorno allo scarico?" Secondo asked.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying?" Sara asked, "I don't understand the language."

"What? You don’t speak Italian." Terzo asked as he was going downstairs. Secondo and Primo were shocked that he was still in flesh but was bleeding from his throat.

"Omega can you and Phil get the first aid kit for Uncle Terzo?" She asked. "We don’t want him making the house, to look like a crime scene."

Terzo looks confused. Then he looks at the small masked ghoul before he vanishes. "Wait, what?" Terzo looked at Sara.

"Why won't we sit down and have ourselves some coffee," Sara told the three men. "there's a lot to discuss."

Case file closed

Case file contents

#papa emeritus iv #nameless ghouls #ghost fanfiction #the band ghost #omega ghoul #papa emeritus i #papa emeritus iii #phil ghoul #terzo #papa emiritus ii #secondo #primo #copia #papa popia

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occult-roommates · 1 year

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Charlie Yi

Age: 35 years old (chronologically)/21 years old (physically)

Birthday: February 5th 1984

Gender: Female (she/her)

Hometown: Willow Creek, California, USA

Occupation: Blogger

Traits: Family-oriented, romantic, paranoid

Aspiration: Big happy family

Occult: Vampire

Charlie was human, up until she became a vampire in the far distant year of...2005. Growing up an only child to two busy distant parents, she ended up being pretty lonely, and dreamed of one day having a large family full of love. This dream could have become true when during her 21st summer, she met a man her age named Thomas, and he was a vampire on top of that, oh my. Lovestruck, she could see herself spending the rest of her life with him. That is until he sucked her blood then left her for dead. She never saw him again. Charlie physically survived, but her humanity did not, and she’s since been infected with an incredibly hard to cure strain of vampirism, as her organs are essentially rotten inside of her. Now terrified of getting into a romantic relationship, and unable to have the children she so deeply wished for since her insides are rotten, her family kindly...decided to cut contact with her as they do not want to associate with vampire. More alone than ever, she moved to a small apartment in San Myshuno, where she started a blog to document her life and is doing some odd jobs here and there. She lived alone, unable to trust anyone, but as the price of living increased, she finally caved in and decided to have some roommates, and who know...Maybe she’ll be able to find love again, or find a cure, or even start a family.

CC used and more below the cut

Hair: Tulip hair by Meghewlett Eyes: Petrichor eyes by Rheallsim Eyelashes: MAXIS MATCH MASCARA 3D EYELASHES by Isaiahillustrates Skin: Vanilla skin by Luumia Shirt: Discover University Pants: Yang Pant by Pinealexple Eyeshadow: Luxury Party Lipstick: Twiggy lipstick by Nords-Sims Pose: Model pose v10 by Roselipa Background: Accessory cas background by I-heart-pudding and SonyaSimsCC

My shading is from Pixlr using the effect Sara at 80% under the Friend category. It is not a game reshade and is simply for making the screenshot nicer looking.

If I’ve made a mistake on any of these please just politely let me know so I can correct it.

#the sims 4 #ts4 #simblr #occult roommates #charlie yi

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tsuki-sennin · 1 year

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The Scheme has entered an InteRmission. The game's not over until the Game Master says it's over, so we find ourselves being turned against one another.

What kinda sick game is being played here? Who will win or lose? How will the fox be hunted?

Only one way to find out~! Join me in the lobby for this special edition of Spoilers, I guess...

Remember! If you don't fight, you don't survive!

-Tsumuri seems quite sick of Giroli's shit. Can't really say I blame her.

-I see there's a number of Glare Troopers. ...I assume that's what we're calling them for now until we get an official name.

-"Fuck you Tsumuri. This is my game, you're just an NPC."

-Geats.

-No intro, huh? Wonder if we'll get something like Ex-Aid where there's a long stretch of episodes where the main theme is just that episode's insert.

-Whoever skins the fox becomes God.

-Keiwa's very mad!

-"Why must Riders fight one another!? I've had enough violence!"

-Keiwa :(

-Oh Neon...

-"I see how it is. I have to kick both your asses to keep my godhood. I don't mind. I'm okay with this. Really."

-Yeah, I know you guys don't.

-PUNKJACK AAAA

-HARERUYA WAKE UP MAN

-If you don't fight, you don't survive!

-Ooooooh, making him mad!

-You dirty bastard!

-The gun has more gun!

-Wiiiiin!

-Punkjack is gone.

-The rain has come.

-Fuck you, man.

-The betrayal on their faces, aaaaagh

-Well, seems like somebody's aiming for Godhood.

-Tsumuri-neesan :)

-She brought snacks :)

-He's very lonely, you see.

-What is the point of the fox man's life?

-Mitsume...

-Nooooooo :(

-Hello, Sara-neesan.

-Well, at least she's got understandable goals.

-Keiwa really b goin through it :pensive:

-Heeeeey, Keiwa... buddy... if you wanna talk,

-Dinner...

-"What's wrong, Neon, sweetie :)"

-Yep, Daddy's paying a lot of money for a bunch of assholes to shoot plant people.

-Keiwaaaaa :(

-Oh, the Glare Troopers just

-Change on a whim, okay

-Hunter-san.

-I swear, every time I see Riders fight each other, as overplayed as it may feel, I go "Noooooooo, you're supposed to be bestieeeees! :(("

-Set.

-Time for the duel between the Raising Swords.

-Ready, Fight!

-Bust up that warehouse, fellas.

-Full Charge! Twin Set!

-Jet vs. Cannon!

-Push that big-ass hunk-a metal!

-Oh here comes Giroli, with his haxxor admin privelege!

-Delete!

-Ah, so Glare's magic purple balls are straight up weapons too, okay

-OOOOOOOH KEIWA LET'S GOOOO

-GET FUCKED, GAME MASTER

-Niram! Hello!

-The Game Master has been fired.

-Hell yeah Na-Go!

-Oh, he straight up blew up Hareruya.

-"You're fired, bitch."

-Everybody fought for their dreams, in a game full of people just as skilled and terrifying as they are.

-...Keiwa, I agree with you but like... Da-Paan literally attempted genocide, I don't think you should be remembering him that fondly.

-Fuck you, we're not wasting our chance we're taking it!

-Them :)

-Oh whoops, he still strong!

-Kinda love how like

-Skilled female Riders are as of late.

-I'd kinda prefer if they got flashy upgrades too but the way they manage to keep up with odd but versatile abilities is pretty epic, I'll happily admit.

-Oh!

-Giroli has been fired!

-Very replaceable~!

-Goodbye, Giroli.

-"Good job everybody! I hope you all have a good day~!"

-Cats and tanuki trick people too, fox boy :)

-Now we can trick and fight together with impunity~!

-Priority entry~!

-Kamen Riders, let's go~!

-Archimedel, hello!

-Ohhhhh, that's Michinaga's body!

-DON'T LICK HIM EWW

-OOOOOOOOH ZOMBIE SAVED HIM

-Entertainment~!

-The most popular movie star in the world! A celebrity streamer from a multibajillion dollar conglomerate! Some guy!

-These three are the heroes of the Desire Grand Prix!

-Eyes all over the place!

-Bitches from Helheim to CooKingdom to Ideon to Major Land to Planet Police are all waiting with bated breath! Got to go the next round!

-Mr. Kurama, you're kinda fucked in the head for putting your daughter on the line for a reality show.

-Oooooooh, who that!

-...shit, am I part of the problem?

-Oh fuck, new guys.

-I kinda appreciate the constantly rotating cast of Riders.

-It's a nice balance between showing off lots and lots of forms while still giving us new characters to make fun of. The fact that the Riders all have such simplified designs makes it real easy to keep them all straightened out.

-Divergence Game! Please look forward to it!

-Oh shit, that's Powered Builder. That's from the movie!

-See you all next Sunday or so, DGP watchers!

#the world's next round: trick shot of desire for the grand victory #kr geats #geats spoilers #kamen rider geats #kamen rider

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lec743 · 2 years

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ME:A (Twin Power AU) The Nav-Point

Okay, a lot of things still happen like they usually do in the game. The Tempest crew gets cornered by the Kett. The Kett scans the Tempest, they scan back. Scott has a disrespectful conversation with the Archon, with Sara flipping off the Kett in the background. Then they hightail it out of there.

Scott braces himself with everyone else, silently waiting for the worst to be over. Sara was taking this chance to be verbally encouraging to everyone, especially to Kallo.

Then of course the ship catches fire as they are landing on the planet Aya, where the mysterious nav-point is. Sara and Scott are both hopeful that the aliens on this planet will be more willing to communicate than what the Kett have been like.

Scott insists on going alone to talk to them, much to Sara’s displeasure. She wants to be there to be his back up incase they’re not friendly. Scott promised he’ll be fine, but it still doesn’t lessen Sara’s worry for her little brothers.

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Scott was nervous the entire time as he was with the Angara. If they’ve been fighting the Kett for a long time, the man can understand their hesitancy. He is a strange creature that can pose a possible new threat.

For him, it was weird. He grew up surrounded by different species of people. You were just another creature of a different planet, no big deal. First contact with the Angara was a whole new kind of weird. Hopefully a new good kind of weird.

Scott met Paaran Shie, the governor of Aya. She was hesitant but she seemed willing to work with him, and that’s all Scott needed. Someone willing to let him get his foot in the door.

Scott met Jaal Ama Darav. He’s certainly a character. Scott gets an intense feeling that Jaal will not hesitate to kill him if he over steps. Which is fair, but harsh. May also be an important person considering it seems like he was sent to see him.

Scott met Evfra. Somehow the most intense man he’s ever met. Makes Scott think of his dead father and how he can be. He does relate to the Resistance Leader though. He’s responsible for the safety of many. Scott’s responsible for the safety of many. They have a lot in common, despite having so many differences.

Then one conversation leads to the next and Scott finds that he’s somehow convinced Jaal and Evfra to give them a chance. Him and his crew will do tasks for the Angara under Jaal’s supervision, to prove their worth. Scott finds that both convenient and terrifying.

Scott and Jaal are walking up the ramp of the Tempest into the cargo bay. Scott was trying to make up a “Welcome Speech” for Jaal to try and make the angara feel welcome on the ship, when he heard his sister shout out his name.

Scott stumbled back as Sara tackled him into a hug.

“You’re okay! I’m so glad you’re okay!”

“Sara,” Scott wheezed, “I had S.A.M. send you messages.”

The brunet woman pulled back to look at her little brother fully.

“That doesn’t keep me from worrying, you dork. What if they decided they didn’t like your five o’clock shadow. You and S.A.M. would be goners and I wouldn’t even be there to avenge your deaths.”

Scott laughed sarcastically at the dig at his disheveled looks.

“So? How’d it go? What’s... gonna... Hello,” Sara said, finally taking notice of Jaal.

Jaal silently nodded his head at Sara in acknowledgment.

Sara’s eyes widened and a small smile started to creep across her face as she looked back to Scott.

“Envoy?”

Scott nodded his head, “Yep. This is Jaal Ama Darav. He’ll be a part of the crew till further notice.”

Sara grabbed Scott by his shoulders, “I’m so proud of you!” Then she quickly turned to Jaal, “Nice to meet you. I’m Sara. His big sister. Do you have everything or do you need a few minutes to gather your possessions that you’ll be taking onto the ship?”

Scott could have slapped himself. He wished he had thought to ask that.

“I have everything I need currently. I’ll have a list made for later,” Jaal said.

Sara gave him a preppy nod, then said, “Okay. I’ll let Scott give you a tour of the ship. Scott, I’ll gather everyone up in the meeting room once we’re in orbit. Have a nice look around Jaal.”

Sara waved goodbye to the two men and as she walked away she started talking on the comms and telling Kallo to lift off.

Scott rubbed his eyes. It felt embarrassing to have Sara be the first person from his crew to meet the new alien. He hopes that Jaal doesn’t think any less of him and his team for it.

“She’s... bubbly,” Jaal said carefully.

Scott stopped rubbing his eyes as he sighed, “Yep. That’s my sister,” Scott then felt the ship start its engines and it bounced a bit as it fought against the pull of gravity, “Come on. Let me show you the armory first.”

Scott gave Jaal the basic rundown of the entire ship while telling him who usually hangs out where. Leaving the meeting room for last and like Sara said, she gathered everyone there.

The Tempest Crew was clumped together in little groups. Sara was sitting by herself on the table as she was humming Greensleeves to herself. Kallo and Suvi were talking with each other by the table. Liam, Cora, and Peebee were leaning against the railing as they were talking. Vetra and Drack were standing to the side as they were silently enjoying each other’s company and Gil and Lexi were talking about the whether.

Scott clapped his hands together to get his crew’s attention. Then he made the introductions. Everyone was respectful, but also eager to see if Jaal is a new possible friend and ally, except for Sara, who continued to quietly sit on the table as she listened to everyone.

Jaal was quiet.

Scott felt so bad for everyone, he could feel the awkwardness from Jaal’s stand-offish nature. He quickly cut everything short so that they could get prepared to go to Havarl.

As his crew left the meeting room, Sara was the last to leave as she decided to say something. Scott hoped to God that it wasn’t going to be anything too embarrassing.

“Hey,” she said softly to Jaal, “It’s okay that you’re overwhelmed. There’s a lot of new aliens to see.”

Scott was surprised to see Jaal smile a little at that.

“Dr. Lexi is a professional emotional talker. She’s the best first person to talk to if you’re not sure who to talk to on your own first. The next two recommendations is Liam and Peebee. Mainly because they’ll find you first if you don’t go to them first. They’re both fun in different ways. I’m sure you’ll find a lot to talk about with them. Have a nice day Jaal.”

Sara then jumped over the railing and fell to the ground floor of the ship.

Scott rushed to the edge of the railing and yelled, “Will you stop jumping off of things like that! We have ramps and stairs for a reason.”

Sara cackled, then said, “No.” Then she walked off humming.

Scott sighed.

“I’ll take up residence in the tech lab,” Jaal stated.

“Okay. When you have that list made, give it to me to look through and then I’ll pass it to Vetra,” Scott said.

With a final nod, Jaal walked off, leaving Scott to do his own thing.

#mass effect andromeda #scott ryder #jaal ama darav #fanfiction

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pashterlengkap · 3 months

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The statistic that should terrify Republicans

Here are this week’s most popular positive stories, with some fun social media posts tossed in too. Like seeing uplifting content like this? Sign up for our Good News email. One of the biggest assets the queer community has is how creative we can be. Sure, our wedding proposals can be major productions, but did you realize the role billboards have played in the movement? View this post on Instagram A post shared by FELIPE PELAEZ (@soy_raka) Never Miss a Beat Subscribe to our daily newsletter to stay ahead of the latest LGBTQ+ political news and insights. A tsunami is coming for the ballot box. More Gen Zers identify as LGBTQ+ than Republican. America now has more “non-religious” people than evangelicals. Young people are coming out at record rates. And the 2020 election saw the rise of “equality” voters who prioritized LGBTQ+ and women’s rights. Texas legislator’s public takedown of rightwinger goes viral Now this is how you do it. Joe Biden gave Pete Buttigieg the best birthday present ever “Pete turned 30 today,” Biden joked of his youngest Cabinet member. @sturniolosoup His insults are my favorite thing ever #nicksturniolo #sturniolotriplets #sturniolos #mattsturniolo #chrissturniolo ♬ original sound – sara | sturniolosoup Women are having babies with their gay best friends Platonic co-parenting is a growing trend in America. A school canceled a play about anti-gay bullying. This theater company put it on anyway. Twenty-five years after the murder of Matthew Shepard, a Wyoming school said the play violated community standards. Massachusetts Senate unanimously passes bill to repeal sodomy ban & anti-trans laws While other states are attacking LGBTQ+ rights, Massachusetts is supporting equality. @ye.bunn And that’s how I met your mothe- #cod #callofduty #soap #ghost #soapmactavish #simonriley #simonghostriley #soapghost #mw3 #mw2 #codmobile #modernwarfare #gaz #kylegarrick #peepaw #price #captainprice #codmw #captainmactavish ♬ original sound – Cullen Riley Men get married at… checks notes… a rat hole A new Chicago landmark has gone viral … and it’s not your usual tourist spot. Lesbian couple rejected by wedding venue gets offered dream location for free The new venue’s owner told them, “When something doesn’t work out, you were either being protected or promoted to something better.” Maine legislators frantically working to make the state a trans refuge The law would thwart activist attorneys general who are threatening parents and children with arrest. View this post on Instagram A post shared by Mike Ciriaco (@mikeciriaco2099) Not Done Yet * INTO: The internet can’t stop sharing this very straight gay man’s videos * GAYCITIES: These Chicago gay bars put the ‘boy’ in Boystown * QUEERTY: Bobby Berk on why he really left Queer Eye * SOCIAL: Emma Watson on how to make a perfect espresso martini http://dlvr.it/T1y6hQ

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annarellix · 10 months

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Two Little Souls by B.R. Spangler (Detective Casey White #9)

Two children clutch each other tight, huddled together on a tiny raft and shivering in the ocean wind. Fear fills their matching hazel eyes. Slowly, little Tommy whispers: “We saw them kill Mommy and Daddy.”

Detective Casey White’s heart shatters when she finds Tabitha and Tommy Roth, just three and six years old, drifting alone on a raft off the coast of the Outer Banks. The children witnessed the murder of their own parents before escaping on a life raft. As Casey clutches them tight she promises to fight for justice. Combing the coastline Casey finds an abandoned yacht, the broken bodies of a man and woman on board. Ransacking the boat for clues, when Casey sees Sara Roth’s police ID badge her blood runs cold. The children’s mother was a detective from another state. But who would want to tear apart this beautiful family? Casey soon learns that Sara was tracking down a dangerous murderer who dressed their victims up like dolls. As Sara closed in on the killer, was she silenced forever? When the body of a young woman perfectly arranged like a doll is found on a nearby beach—her lips and fingernails painted crimson, her hair perfectly combed—Casey is certain that whoever murdered the Roths is now stalking the Outer Banks. With local women terrified and the whole community desperate for answers, Casey is on the trail of the most twisted killer of her career.

But the closer she gets to the truth, the more danger little Tommy and Tabitha are in…

Buy link: https://geni.us/B0C3VYXLJDsocial

My Review: When you are part of a blog tour you know that you are requested to post your review on certain date. This means having read the book and have the blog post ready. Life happens and sometimes even the best scheduling can fail so yesterday I was at the beggin the novel and wrote asking to postpone my post as I didn’t know If I was going to be ready. I erred on the side of caution because this novel is high on one-more-chapter-factor and sleep-deprivation-cause, and this means that I ended tonight. It’s not the best novel to read at night time as it’s a tense and gripping story featuring a terrifying killer and some very moving moments. It’s fast paced and there’s plenty of surprising twists. The last one was really big and I didn’t see it coming. I was glad to catch up with Casey, Jericho and the cast of characters. I liked how they related to the traumatized children and how they flighted to catch the killer. Another excellent story that I strongly recommend. I can’t wait to read the next one as there’s a sort of cliff hanger and I’m very curious about the future novels. Highly recommended. Many thanks to Bookouture for this ARC, all opinions are mine

The Author: By day, B.R. Spangler pushes pixels, typing lines of code. When he's not developing software, or elbows deep in hardware, he is writing stories, plotting thrillers, or reading. B.R. Spangler lives in Virginia with his wife and kids, as well as five cats, a parrot, a finch, a lizard.

Social media: TWITTER: https://twitter.com/BR_Spangler FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/authorbrianspangler/ Newsletter sign up: https://www.bookouture.com/br-spangler

#blogtour #bookouture #thriller #netgalley #review

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wroteonedad · 2 years

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SND by Sara Bezovšek - you are here

Remember towards the end of 2019 and everybody was looking forward to the roaring 20s? We'll have a New Years party and we'll all dress like we're in The Great Gatsby and we'll relive the roaring 20s again. Except now we're two months away from entering the third year of the 20s and we've already lived through every major event that happened in the first roaring 20s and we're not even a quarter of the way through it. I mean, it can't get worse, can it? Surely? We've lived through the global pandemic (that's still going, but it seems the government has forgotten it's a thing), but that doesn't matter because now we're in a cost of living crisis and a recession :).

But what if we were living through a slightly different timeline. Where the looming fear of nuclear war, disease and apocalypse happened within an interactive game? (About two hours-ish). That thought is terrifying, right? Well great news because this game is real all thanks to Sara Bezovšek. This is SND. It stands for nature and social studies in Slovenian, the country that Bezovšek was born in. The website essentially follows a giant photomontage, telling a story of socioeconomic and economic problems within the world until you end at a state of apocalypse and decide through hyperlinks and external videos how you would deal with an end of the world situation.

The website is an extended project Bezovšek put together during lockdown in 2020. The story begins from real sky pictures and quickly becomes artificial, referencing both The Truman Show and a new boom in popularity for artificial dome beaches. The article referenced goes into detail about one specific dome beach in Miyazaki, Japan. It was created to portray a perfect beach to be visited, even on the rainiest day. The most unsettling part of this dome beach is the fact that there is a real beach just 300 metres away.

The point Bezovšek was using through this was to set the scene of the game, but to also allow the reality of the story to crumble quickly. This is used through both its external articles and the mix of pop culture references being used throughout. Directly to the left of the artificial dome, Bezovšek uses a GIF of Carrey when his character becomes aware that he is a real man, trapped in a fake reality show. The place he lives is fake, and the people around him are playing characters. This is a similar narrative that she chooses to use throughout the rest of her game. Many of the real life events used for the story feature movie clips that people recognise and know well, in order for the story to be conveyed more visually and to grab the attention of a wider audience.

She then begins to focus the narrative on animals and how they have feelings too. I'm going to attach one of my favourite links directly onto here because it's too cute not to see it.

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The interactive game flows from cute animals, to the epidemic of obesity vs starvation. Between mega cities and animals, the website leads off to external links of socioeconomic behaviours such as the opioid epidemic and a YouTube video by Anonymous, linking an abnormal amount of bizarre human and non human behaviours all from May 2021. It discusses a Chinese skyscraper which shook by itself, blood moons and eclipses, before going onto UFO's caught on camera by American military forces. Perhaps, take that video with a pinch of salt because it's a bit all over the place and perhaps even a bit of a reach. It of course, makes perfect sense within the narrative of the game.

The giant interactive montage is satisfying to the eye, the way it smoothly fades from one section into the next, using colour hues and backgrounds. However, the website is also a headache and very slow to load. I kid you not, this website will use all of your CPU as you browse and learn. For the most part, the chapters and sections are fairly short and snappy visually. Obviously if you click on every link while scrolling, you'll be on the website all day.

As an audience, you'll find sections you love more than others. My favourite is the alien section, I love the giant dump of UFOs, stereotypical green aliens with their huge dead eyes and the screen grab from Neon Genesis Evangelion, which leads you off onto a rabbit hole from Reddit where the author claims that EVA predicted the future (do I believe it? Not a clue). From the meme collated mix of aliens vs robots, you then get a nuclear explosion. An ending to the game. Except it's not. The website reads 'You've survived the initial blast! Click here to see what happens after a nuclear explosion, or keep scrolling'. This of course, is up to you if you choose to end the game here. But the hyperlink leads you into yet another rabbit hole, Nuclear Winter. Like SND, the website is a giant hyperlinked montage, once again supplying links into a variation of different websites including more sources from The Guardian to Reddit. Doomsday clocks, China and nuclear maps are all included in the slightly shorter edition of the game, but this then becomes your ending. You can then direct yourself back to the beginning, essentially very similar to Bandersnatch, the interactive Black Mirror episode that Bezovšek took inspiration from.

If you choose not to end the game at Nuclear Winter, you can then keep scrolling where you come to the solar section. Bezovšek purposely made this section the longest and says 'it's long and boring because it's meant to look like a space movie. They're always slow burning and boring.'

Once you go you scroll through the entire solar system, you get to decide your fate. If you made it all the way to the bottom of course. There are three options available in case after everything that happens, human civilisation isn't obliterated. These options are; human extinction, utopia or dystopia. Dystopia is currently being worked on so the option is not available to complete yet, I may write another post in the future about the dystopia section as soon as it is readily out.

Human Extinction

Like every other hyperlink on this interactive game, it is once again another extension with exactly the same narrative, only with a different plot. The story starts off full with greenery with facts about what will happen to the Earth within the first month without human life. Scrolling through and playing the game, I feel like you are immersed into a factual universe that doesn't jump around the way SND does. Obviously, it's a requirement for the original game to be so full of content in order to set the correct scene for the end of the world. I get it, I really do. And as you end the game, you are once again led back to the original game to start again and perhaps make a new choice.

Utopia

You are led to Evacuate Earth, portraying the idea that only the richest of people who walked the Earth would ever be able to have such an option available to them, while the rest of us are left to die. I suppose it's slightly like Don't Look Up (I hated the film by the way). In the nicest way possible, this ending to the game feels like it was designed for Elon Musk and only Elon Musk. Spaceships, Doomsday preparations to live on a planet that theoretically was never designed for the human being to go; it's all there.

But wait.... there's more.

You thought the game was over? You thought Utopia was for the super rich and that was it. You're actually wrong, because we are then led to the wonderful False Utopia website, 'is it possible to have a utopian society?'. The answer is truthfully, probably not. No crime, no corruption, no murder. That could never happen. I don't think even if the world blew up and we all went off into another planet that we could get along. All the bad things that have happened on Earth and that doesn't stop everyone from still hating each other. The side website allows you to decide through hyperlinks and GIFs from more pop culture if you think a utopian society is possible. Is this The Good Place or could it actually be the good place?

All in all, if you have the attention span to hyperfixate and binge this the way you would a show on Netflix, this is the most interesting concept for an interactive game I have seen in a long time. It is visually pleasing and you learn so much through links and documentaries that are scattered throughout. However, I am a little bit of a slow burner and so I am still slowly but surely making my way through all of the options. Sometimes all the information you learn and all the images you see in a short space of time are a little bit of a headache. I'm still excited for the Dystopia section to come out and I will make sure to write another post about that when one when it does.

If you want to have a go at SND for yourself, check it out here

#Sara Bezovšek #art review #writing #the good place #black mirror #dystopia #utopia #human extinction #bandersnatch

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aqerman · 2 years

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𝗧𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 - 𝗔𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗶 𝗜𝘁𝘁𝗼 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

A/N: Hello there lovely readers (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) I'd just like to say that Genshin Impact doesn't belong to me! Also, this is the first chapter of a book I thought of (￣y▽,￣)╭ I might publish it once done with my other works back on Wattpad! I just whipped up this chapter because, well, why not ( •̀ .̫ •́ )✧

Also, there would mentions of sex here, for those who aren't comfortable reading such content (¬‿¬)

Enjoy!

You could see the lust and hunger in his eyes while he looked down at you.

"I know you want me, Sunshine." He whispered into your ear, his warm breath hitting your skin, "Just say the word and I'm all yours."

Despite all the soft touches and kisses planted all over you and the rough pleasure he gave you that brought you to euphoria, all you thought of, aside from this man, was a single question.

"How did I end up in this situation?"

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Itto gave you an unsure smile as he got into your car, trying his best to avoid the terrifying glare you had plastered on your tired face. He greeted you while fastening his seatbelt, yet your gaze hasn't left him, which caused the half-oni's shoulders to slump slightly.

"Hey... I said I was sorry." He reasoned. You took a deep breath.

"Arataki Itto..." you started your car, your gaze turning to the road ahead of you, "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Uh..." Itto quickly checked the clock that was visible on his phone's lock screen. "It's four eighteen AM!" He smiled.

"Four eighteen AM." You repeated, "Would you mind telling me why you had to get picked up from some random girl's house so damn late in the night?"

"Right! I promised an explanation if you pick me up!" Itto said as he brought his hands together, causing a clapping sound. "So... you remember that girl I met yesterday?"

"The pretty one. With the cute outfit." you sighed tiredly, your drowsy eyes fixed on the road, "Yes, I remember her."

"Yeah. So you see, we both hit it off right away. Personally, I thought she was absolutely perfect. And, you know, we hung around a little bit, had a few drinks. She took me to her place and—"

"Get to the point, Itto." You interrupted the half-oni, too exhausted to hear about whatever was coming next. Itto cleared his throat, quickly apologizing.

"My dear (Y/N), that pretty girl already had a boyfriend -- and I never knew that until he walked onto us earlier. I admit it was scary because he was even taller than me! Can you believe it?!"

"So you had sex with a girl who already was taken." You concluded. Your friend's crimson eyes widened.

"Hey hey, now! I just said I had no idea she had a boyfriend!" Itto retorted, defending himself, "Both you and I know I'd never sleep with a taken girl. It wouldn't be my style."

"Mm." You hummed.

Arataki Itto was not a cheater, nor a playboy. He was just... a man with too many short-termed relationships. The longest relationship he had was with one of your friends, Kujou Sara, or Kujou Tengu as Itto would call her most of the time. It lasted for almost a year and a half, but they both decided that they were better off as friends. That was around two years ago now.

That pattern started ever since freshman year. You've lost count of the number of exes Itto had by now. Some even only lasted for as short as two months.

You'd say that the problem with your crimson-eyed friend was that he was simply too fast when it came to making decisions. He'd never take a moment to think twice before taking action, which was the reason he always puts himself into such situations.

Itto is someone you've known since you were young. You were sure of his problem.

You took a deep breath and continued driving, studying your friend's features from the corner of your eye. With untamed silver hair and dark maroon tips, he somehow managed to look good. Under his bright crimson eyes, he wore red eyeliner, which was now slightly faded due to the current circumstances. Starting from his red eyeliners, oni marks spread down his neck and started to reach his torso, all covered by a tight black button-up shirt, the first few buttons left open to expose his chest. You bit the inside of your cheek.

You couldn't blame girls, and sometimes even guys, for going after Itto. This man was indeed quite attractive.

You decided it was wiser to turn your full attention back on the road.

"Where are you staying tonight?" You asked. Itto's lips curved into a smile, resting his chin on his arm as he watched the night sky from his window.

"Your place is fine, right?" You shrugged.

"You know the drill, Itto." You spoke, "You're sleeping on the couch." Itto nodded with a 'Yes ma'am!'

Your friend might have had the looks, but he was unemployed. And broke.

Your tried reasoning with him, telling him that finding a job isn't as bad as he makes it seems, but dear archons, Itto was as stubborn as a little child who refuses to eat his vegetables.

Itto always told you that 'if it has a bed, it's home'. You thought that was stupid, but decided it was best not to argue with his opinion. Itto would stay at your place for the night most of the time, which was the reason most of his exes broke up with him, leaving him with the name 'cheater', even if he tried to explain to them that you were just like a sister to him, and swore that you both were nothing more than friends. Of course, they wouldn't buy it. You told Itto that if they won't respect the fact he had female friends, then they weren't worth it.

Other times, Itto would stay with Granny Oni— a kind old woman that raised Itto ever since he was a child. Itto loved Granny Oni very dearly and made sure she was always his top priority. She has always been there for her when he was young, which was a reason he always helps her out with chores and such now. Itto might have hated work, but he would let it slide if it was for Granny Oni.

"I'm really sorry for waking you up like that." Itto broke the silence, rubbing the back of his head, "It was very unmanly of me. The thing is... I knew you're the only one who wouldn't have ignored me if you knew how dumb the situation I got myself into was. You hummed and pulled your car up in front of your apartment building.

"It's alright." You simply said as you pulled the keys out. Itto pursed his lips. Yes, he has known you for such a long time, but he had absolutely no idea how to read your facial expressions. You've had such a blank expression ever since he first met you, and was always so quiet and calm. You did seem to have an aggressive side whenever you were angry, or pissed, but that side was rarely ever shown.

In contrast, Itto was the exact opposite of you. Loud, optimistic, outgoing, he was an extrovert in general. You liked him for that. Even if you never said so out loud, you enjoyed his company.

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"Ah, home, sweet home!" Itto sighed in relief, plopping himself on the couch you had in your room.

"Take your shoes off, Itto. I cleaned this place today." You said as you took off your shoes, placing your keys on the kitchen counter. Your apartment room wasn't big—a bedroom, kitchen, and a bathroom, but it fit your needs and was very affordable, and that was more than enough for you.

"Yes, mommy." Itto joked as he got up walked to the door, taking his own pair of shoes off and placing them next to yours. Itto felt himself smirk as he compared his shoe size to yours. You were tiny compared to him. Itto turned to you, finding that you were staring at him, a glint of amusement was visible in your eyes.

"Is there anything else before I go to bed?" You asked, taking off your jacket and hanging it back in your closet. You couldn't help but ask such questions. You felt like you acted like such a mother towards your friend, but it seemed like Itto took it no mind. A very good friend of yours, Yoimiya, claimed that Itto was like an iPad kid, and you were his babysitter. You knew she meant it as a joke, but she wasn't wrong. It was part of your instincts to look out for your half-Oni friend. Itto shook his head, giving you a thumbs up.

"Nah, you go rest. I'll pretty much help myself if I need anything." Itto said. You nodded and walked to your bed, lazily falling onto the soft mattress and fluffy pillows. Your eyelids became heavier and heavier as you sighed in relief. You were finally going back to sleep.

"Hey Sunshine..." 'Sunshine' was a nickname Itto liked giving you. You had absolutely no idea why, but you didn't mind. It's not like you hated it. You opened your eyes to find a pair of crimson eyes softly glowing in the dark. You hummed in response, too tired to speak up. Itto's cheeks turned to a soft pink. "So... Granny Oni would always kiss me good night... sometimes my girlfriend too..." you stared at him, "So since I'm currently single, and Granny Oni isn't here... would you mind if you..." Itto pointed his finger at one of his bright red horns. You gave your friend a tired glare. You knew exactly what Yoimiya meant.

"Ito, you aren't a kid, go to sleep." you spoke as you turned your body to sleep more comfortably. He glared at your sleeping figure and pouted. He indeed woke you up at four in the morning, so he couldn't really blame you for that.

"Well, good night, Sunshine!" Itto smiled. He expected you to say something in return, but instead, he heard soft snores. You've fallen asleep. Itto blinked.

"Man, I'm kinda hungry." Itto sighed to himself, walking to your kitchen.

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Flashback - 16 years ago

"Oi. Why are you crying?" You asked, kneeling to find a boy with small red horns crying, red marks were on his skin as the boy continuously itched them with his black claws. The boy hiccuped as he hugged his knees, itching a red mark that was on his leg.

"The o-other kids keep bullying me..." he choked, "T-they keep bullying me because I l-look different. They threw beans at me, e-even if they knew it hurts m-me." You pursed your lips. It was very clear the boy has done nothing wrong and wanted to make friends. You knew from the first glance he was an Oni... well, partly, at least. The old Japanese legends described the Oni as monsters, but by the look of the kid in front of you, it was clear he would not harm a fly.

"Would you like me to help you out? I'll walk with you to whatever place you want." you said calmly, your face blank. The boy with silver hair wiped away his tears, looking at you.

"But won't they be mean to you as well?" he asked. You shook your head.

"No one ever comes near me. I doubt they'd come to bully you if I'm there." You explained. The boy nodded slowly, and you got up.

"Get off the floor and show me where you wanted to go. I'll make sure those bullies don't come near you again." The boy got onto his feet, following you. You realized he was bigger than you now that he was standing. It was surprising he wasn't able to defend himself. You guessed that the boy believed that he would become even more hated if he hurt anyone. The boy caught up to you, a small smile spreading across his face.

"I'm Arataki Itto, by the way!" He said, "What about you?" You stayed silent for a moment.

"(L/N) (Y/N)." You stated.

Part two out <3

#genshin impact #itto #arataki itto #itto x you #genshin itto #itto x reader #itto x y/n #inazuma #fanfic #reader insert #x reader

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anxiousconstantly · 2 years

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QUEER EYE SEASON 6 BAYBEE

THERE ARE MOTHA FUCKIN SPOILERS AHEAD SO BE WARNED BITCH

Antoni -

Sir has not used ONE avocado so far. We call that. Growth. He has cried four (4) times tho

Mans is in love with Terri and I’m here for this relationship

“Change can be terrifying because you don’t know what’s on the other side but something as simple as one recipe you realize it’s not that big of a deal at all”

“HEY LETS GO WEIGH THINGS ON THE NEW SCALE”

“THERE WILL BE N O FLAVORLESS FOOD THIS WEEK 😤🥰”

“Small little tweaks will over time will make a big difference over times”

“I’m in a tree 🥰!!!! Oh my gosh 😥”

“EVERYTHING IS CUTE 😤😤 EVERY SINGLE THING IS CUTE 😤😤😤😤”

ANT BABY S T O P PUTING RANDOM SHIT IN YOUR MOUTH

“It’s really hard not to fall in love with someone who is so passionate about what they do”

Tan -

The clothes for angel?????? Y e s ??????

“I don’t know any woman, outside of the size two runway models, that doesn’t have that little bit of fat on their tum”

“I want to remind Todd what there is to life with his wardrobe… I want to remind him that he can move forward through his clothes”

The way he finds clothes for the hero’s that are so similar to what he knows they already are comfortable with but elevated is jus AH. And how he makes them feel happy and good in their bodies. I just love tan so much

MY STONE FACED BABY CRIED

Mmmmm layers be adding shape but taking it away. We call that magic

“I just want you to see the version of you that I see”

“I wanna get you to where you’re not hiding yourself away”

SARA’S CLOTHES??? Y E S

Karamo-

I love the way Karamo thinks s o much and I also love how he gets the w a y he thinks across with his words.

“Broken crayons can still color”

“Does that say BYOB???? Bring ya own BOBBY”

“You don’t deserve to be sleeping through your celebration”

“You need to accept and forgive your past so you can be joyful and present right now”

*while twerking* “IM ON A SUGAR HIGH IM ON A SUGAR SUGAR HIGH”

“Your dream gave you the highest and greatest moment of your life but you forget that because it’s so easy to focus on the negative”

No one:

Karamo: SQUEEEEEEEE

Bobby-

THE PINK SUIT???????????? SO GOOD

HE NEEDS MORE MOTHER FUCKING S C R E E N T I M E. IVE BEEN SAYING IT

“If you don’t take care of you, you can’t take care of everybody else”

MANS BUILT A B A R N FROM THE G R O U N D UP IN A W E E K AND ITS S O GOOD GODDAMN

His designs like always are so beautiful, but the way he is so open to keeping a room the way it is if that room is special to the hero. I love him

Johnathan-

YES TEACH THAT REPUBLICAN ABOUT PRONOUNS

Their outfits are s o stunning this season, baby looks s o good

“His scalp d o e s look like a block of parmesan cheese”

“You can do all sorts of things that make you happy and s t i l l be of service”

*very seriously* “it’s nothing that a French tuck cannot fix”

SARA’S HAIR??????????????? YES BITCH

Random thoughts

The prom episode

Just

*yes*

The country version of the theme song makes me ears bleed but I’m still here for it

Can I nominate myself for queer eye so I can get hugs

ANTONI TRYNA GET TAN TO GRAB A CRAWFISH H E L P

“It’s too easy to exist and too hard to live”

I LOVE NEON SO MUCH I WISH TO GIVE HER LIDDOL KISSES

OH M Y G O D NEON IN THE PLOOKY’S SHIRT

“The first step to being a teacher is being a learner”

THE THERAPY ANIMALS IM C R Y I N G

“Thank you for showing me how to cook tiny little pretty trees”

Every time a hero has a “I need help” moment i S O B

Reggie, about the elephant: “ima take him”

Bobby: “we found him together”

#queer eye season 6 #queer eye spoilers #tan france queer eye #tan france #queer eye antoni #antoni perowski #antoni porowski #karamo queer eye #karamo brown #queer eye bobby #bobby berk #antoni queer eye #jvn queer eye #jvn #johnathan van ness

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jackrrabbit · 3 years

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open season thirsts [3/?] /// Dabi x f!Reader (18+)

Request: my darling sara dm’d me this request for halloween-themed dabi creeping on poor innocent reader <3

@printhes ily for getting me to make a halloween playlist in fucking september. your mind unparalleled. this is just a drabble but i’ll consider continuing it for real halloween…

Tags/warnings: stalking, mentions of alcohol/drinking, drugging, angel costume ok ok

everything seems a little more spooky on halloween.

your mouth tastes like cranberry juice and white rum and bacardi breezers and you wonder if it stained your lips red. the halloween party you were at was fun, but you shouldn’t’ve had that fourth drink…and you shouldn’t’ve said you’d walk home alone. it’s cold. you didn’t bring a jacket because you thought it would ‘ruin the outfit’, or something—and hey, 5-hours-ago-you has a point. this year you decided you were going to be an angel for halloween, and you don’t own anything that fits over the wings.

still. damn it, why didn’t you bring something to change into? sure, you’re probably not the only pretty girl stumbling down the sidewalk in a too-short costume and too-high heels past midnight on october 31st, but the stretch of pavement you’re walking down is weirdly deserted. no fellow post-party walk-of-shamers, no random teens in ribcage t-shirts smoking in huddles, not even the perpetual annoying men who seem to think yelling about your tits as you pass by should be taken as a compliment.

you don’t know this area of the city well—you took the bus here, and by the time you left the party the buses weren’t running anymore. according to google maps your place is less than a mile away, but everything around here looks unfamiliar. chain link fences, brick walls, rows of iron grating covering closed storefronts. you pass a club you’ve never heard of and hear a snatch of the music pumping from inside—‘this is halloween’, the marilyn manson version. so stereotypical...the clubs have to stick to the theme, right? they played this song at your friend’s party too, and now it’s going to be stuck in your head for weeks.

but the music’s fading into the background now, and the only thing you can hear is the clickclickclick of your shoes against the concrete and the buzzing of the streetlights overhead. mist is hanging low and thick in the air, seeping through the thin satin of your slip and lifting cold sweat onto your skin. the dark feels darker than usual. you check your phone for the dozenth time since you started walking…

no signal.

that’s weird, isn’t it? the neighborhood you’re passing through has gotten steadily more residential than urban, but it’s not like you’re in the middle of nowhere. you stop dead, hold up your phone and turn in a tight circle, trying to coax out a few bars of data.

nothing. damn it. well, you know you have to keep walking in this direction for a while. hopefully if you go far enough, you’ll get somewhere you recognize. you take a step forward, making for the next orange halo from the streetlight at the end of the block.

god, it’s so quiet. shouldn’t there be—like, a dog barking or something? a couple yelling at each other, crappy teen music from a house party, some kids snickering to each other while they TP their principal’s house—something. it’s halloween, for fuck’s sake. it shouldn’t be this quiet. it’s making you imagine things…

…like another set of footsteps behind yours.

click. the heel of your strappy white pump hits the sidewalk. click. you take another step. thud.

you’re imagining things. you stop in your tracks again and twist around to look behind you. there’s no one there, just the blue-black expanse of sidewalk disappearing between the trees. you’re just imagining it.

you start humming. just to have something to listen to that isn’t your shoes and your own nervous breath. as predicted, that fucking song is stuck in your head, so you start murmuring the lyrics quietly.

“come with us and you will see—“

keep going. keep walking. the house next to you is decorated like a 9-year-old’s halloween fantasy—big inflatable jack-o-lanterns lit from the inside, plastic bats hung on strings over the stairs, cotton batting stretched out to look like cobwebs. there’s even a hunched-over witch mannequin sitting on the porch swing with an empty bowl in its hands, the kind of thing you’re sure would bust out a terrifying animatronic cackle if a kid got too close. the next house has foam gravestones sticking out of the yard. the next house has gigantic purple-striped stuffed spiders twined into the trees near the entrance, and the next house—

“—scream in the dead of night—“

the light overhead flickers.

someone’s behind you.

you heard it for sure this time. footsteps, not yours. and the sound of someone flicking a lighter on. you’re not sure why that knowledge makes you shiver—weren’t you wondering why the hell no one else was on this street just a few minutes ago?—but you pick up the pace, almost skipping in the direction of the next light down the block.

don’t look back, you think. maybe you’re still imagining it, maybe the atmosphere is getting to you and you’re nervous for no reason. keep singing. “—everybody’s—everybody’s waiting for the next surprise—“

someone laughs—low, a man, mocking—but don’t think about that. your heart is beating like crazy, fuck, you’re an idiot, who walks home alone on halloween while dressed like the sluttiest angel since lucifer? damn it—your little white slip is riding up on your thighs and you smooth it down with cold damp palms. you can’t run in these shoes, not really, but you want to. he’s probably just passing by. he probably thinks you’re an idiot for running away. you’re being really rude, it’s really—you’re panting—

you hit the circle of light and the rush of adrenaline from being able to see around you makes you pause, turn involuntarily behind you to look for him. but once again, there’s nothing there. maybe you really were dreaming it up. maybe you’re too tired or you’re drunk or maybe you’re losing it.

either way, it’s time to call a damn uber. no more walking in the dark in a nightdress and fluffy white wings. you shrug your phone back out of your purse to check if you have signal yet—one bar, but the map isn’t loading. it feels quiet again and you realized you must’ve stopped singing so you pick up where you left off while you twist around again seeking a better connection. “something’s coming…no, what is it? something’s waiting now to pounce and how you’ll—“

“scream?”

weight on your shoulders. you whip toward the yellow streetlight and he’s in front of it. he’s dressed up, you think dazedly, he’s dressed up for halloween—dark eyes dark hair all those piercings and his face—but then your brain catches up and you try, you try to scream, except a hand is folding something over your mouth and pinching your nose shut and he’s squeezing around the grip you have on your phone until the pain is unbearable and you have to drop it—

you hear it hit the ground. your phone. it probably cracked. but you can’t look, can’t check, can’t bend down. how are you supposed to? a man, a man has you, he has you. the cigarette hanging out of his mouth glows blue and then a cloud of bitter smoke hisses out into your eyes.

his face. god, that has to be a costume, it has to. you need to breathe but he’s holding a damp rag over your mouth like some movie villain but you need to breathe. you shove a fist into the hard muscle of his torso and nothing happens. could you kick him? your legs feel shaky.

you make a whimpering sound and the corner of his mouth curls up into a smile. “are you trying to fight?”

your lungs are screaming. you need oxygen, your head is starting to spin. air rushes into your lungs before you even realize you’ve taken a breath and it tastes wet and warm and sickly sweet. he adjusts his grip so he’s holding you more securely, ready to lift you up when you fall. feels warm against him. you’re already getting dizzy but you shake your head, push weakly against the dark fabric of his shirt.

“save your strength, angel,” he laughs softly. one of those horribly scarred hands cups the side of your face where you’re staring up at him and he pinches your cheek. “…you’re gonna need it.”

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Beautiful

read pt two here

pairing: thoma x fem!reader

theme(s): SFW, fake dating, angst

synopsis: wanting to get your mother off your back, and thoma wanting to get ayato off his, you team up together despite your natural distaste for one another.

warnings: tsundere reader (kind of? just a little bit), thoma lore, inazuma archon quest lore, NOT PROOFREAD

tags: mentions/appearances from ayato and ayaka

notes: okay this isn't thoma's exact personality but idc it's hard to write angst for someone so sweet. also y'all i be lowkey down bad for thoma like he was the first genshin guy i fell in love with ight let's write some angst<3

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"How long has it been?" Ayato sips his tea slowly, watching Thoma out of the corner of his eye, a devious smirk subtly wearing itself on his face.

"Hm?" Thoma looks back at the blue-haired man, bringing his duster down from the ceiling. "How long has what been?"

"Since you've been in a relationship."

Thoma raises a skeptical eyebrow at his superior. "My lord, I'll have to reject you if that's what you're getting at."

Ayato lets out a light-hearted laugh. "Now, now. You know I don't mean me."

Thoma stops in his tracks for a second. "Lady Ayaka?" His jaw drops. "Archons, Ayato. No-"

"No, no. Not her either." Ayato interrupts, clearly enjoying Thoma's frustration.

"I'm not sure I understand what you're getting at then." Thoma turns around nonchalantly, continuing his cleaning duties.

"Hmm..." Ayato gently sets down his tea cup, crossing his legs on the grand chair he sat upon as he brought his hands together deviously. "My dear Thoma, I feel as though you're... How should I say this... Wasting your life away here."

"My lord, I chose to stay here. It is my duty to be there for you and Lady Ayaka."

"And that you have done so well, but Thoma, it would make me the happiest if you found some joy in your life other than cleaning up after us."

Thoma has never really been that into relationships. Sure, a lot of people all over Inazuma flirt with him, but he's never pursued anything. He's much too busy working for the Kamisato Clan.

But Thoma was also terrified of Ayato, and disappointing him would only bring fear. If bringing home a nice girl a few times was all it took to make Ayato happy, he'd do it.

"I don't really know that many people outside of work." Thoma admits. "I mean, yes I know people and people know me, but my list of friends are cut short after you and Milady."

Ayato tsks as he shakes his head in disappointment. "That will not do." He stands up, checking the clock, sighing at the time. "It seems I have some work to attend to. When I return in the coming weeks, I expect a partner. Understood?"

Thoma gulps nervously, nodding.

"Good." Ayato smiles, before leaving.

Thoma lets out a sigh of relief, thanking the Archons that Ayato is always busy. He was afraid he'd make him eat something weird if he stayed too long.

A girlfriend? Thoma really did not want to date, but then again, disappointing Lord Ayato made his stomach flip, and not in a good way. Who could he even start to pursue?

There was Yoimiya, the firework girl. Thoma quickly shook his head to that thought. He kind of thought of himself like a big brother to her, so that would be way too weird.

Kujou Sara was another single woman in Inazuma, but her moral alignment to the Shogun made Thoma quickly scratch that thought away.

Sangonomiya Kokomi was very pretty indeed, but Thoma didn't even know her personally, plus she's a Divine Priestess. So that was a no go.

Thoma sighs as he made his way to the kitchen. Washing the dishes always helped him think just a little bit harder. Who could he choose? Who would even choose him?

"No, I cannot sell you this at a lower price." You were at the brink of yelling. Everyday without fail, the Kamisato Clan's housekeeper tries to haggle your prices down. It usually works for most businesses here, but you see right through this man's charm. You hated how he can just flaunt his looks and flirt to get what he wants.

"Oh? But it's for the Yashiro Commission! Okay. How about this: If you give it to me for just a tiny bit less, I'll take you out to dinner! How does that sound?" Thoma smiles, leaning on the register desk.

You simply stared in awe at the man. In awe that he really just tried to do that to you. "You know, I was just talking to the other businesses here, and you claim to take them to dinner as well, yet no one has ever seemed to dine with you." You raise an eyebrow.

Thoma's face lightly flushes red and he laughs nervously. "I just haven't had the time. I keep my promises, though."

"Yet no proof of it, except when it comes to your precious Kamisato Clan."

Thoma's playful expression quickly turned serious, and a darkness suddenly dawned on you. You gulp nervously as you watch his eyes dull right at you. "Do not dare talk ill of the Kamisato Clan." Thoma warns.

You were not about to be intimidated by some blond maid. "Or what? " You lean in to Thoma's face, to the point where you could feel his breath hit your skin. "What are you going to do about it?"

Thoma stops, staring right into your eyes. You want to look down, you found eye contact to be rather uncomfortable, and you felt yourself succumb to his gaze. You turn away, face red.

You hear a light-hearted chuckle escape Thoma's mouth. "See, you can't resist me."

You want to punch him.

"You think very highly of yourself, don't you?"

"No, but I think highly of the Yashiro Commission, and you should too."

You roll your eyes. "I don't care who you are, if I lower my prices for you, then I have to lower them for every commissioner out there!" You scoff. "You can pay full price or leave."

Thoma sucks his bottom lip in, lost in thought for a second. "Okay, no dinner. That's fine! I understand no means no. Is there anything else I can offer?"

He was doing the most.

You couldn't wrap your head around the fact that the wealthy Yashiro Commission couldn't afford full price at your store when most commoners can.

"No."

Thoma's soft smile falls. "I see."

"What is so hard to understand? I need to make a profit, and I especially wouldn't give a discount to the Tri-Commission."

Thoma's face perks up, looking like he just solved the equation to a hard math problem. Confusion arose on your face. "Oh, I see now." He smirks.

"What?"

"You're in opposition to the Shogunate."

You seal your lips shut, becoming redder in the face. This is not something you like to admit, especially after Inazuma has turned a new leaf over by abolishing the Vision Hunt Decree. Still, the way the Shogun let vision holders deplete away by taking away their ambition was not in your moral alignment. How can you call yourself an Archon yet destroy the people you serve?

Thoma put a hand to his forehead, laughing at how oblivious he was to the situation. "This makes so much more sense! You know, I fought the Raiden Shogun a while back."

Looking at him a little more intently, your eyes widen at the realization. He threw a spear at the Raiden Shogun! It was the talk of the town, though you weren't there, so you never really knew who the pyro man was. "Thoma." Was all you said, no other words forming.

"Yup, that's me!" Thoma smiles, pretty proud to be making a name for himself that's not 'housekeeper'. He looked at your shocked expression, anxiety suddenly building inside him. "I'm not a violent person! Oh, please don't take it that way!" He slightly panicked. "I was helping the traveller from afar."

"I..." Stunned was the only way you could describe your feelings. You were always in awe of the man who stood up to the Archon of eternity, wishing you had the strength to do the same. "I don't think you're a violent person." You mumble, looking down.

"Oh... Well that's good! I guess I shouldn't be so proud of my experience with the Shogun." He nervously laughed. Feeling the shift in demeanor, Thoma sighs in defeat. "But this conversation isn't about my fight with the Shogun, it's about you declining my offer. Fair enough."

You stay silent, not meeting the face of the man in front of you. What were you supposed to think anymore? The man you daydreamed of meeting for so long is actually just a haggler.

Thoma sighs once again, collecting his belongings. "Well, have a good day." And with that, he made his way back to the Kamisato Estate.

"Y/N? Who was that nice boy outside?" Your mother asks, turning the pages of her book, though not paying attention to the content inside.

"The housekeeper?" You question.

Your mother has been dropping slight hints for the past few months since your birthday that you should maybe start looking for a partner. However, you were a very independent person. Someone by your side will only slow you down.

"Ah, but he's not just a housekeeper. He's the 'fixer'." Your mother smiles. "He was out there for a while, did he buy something?"

You silently groan, knowing where she was going with this. "No, he asked for a discount and when I declined he left." You said bluntly. "Nothing else."

"Well, you should have given the nice man a discount."

You felt a fire inside you. So much has gone wrong today, and the last thing you needed was your mother on your case. "What would it take to get you off my back?!" You yell, biting your lower lip to hold yourself back from crying.

"Oh, now don't be so dramatic, Y/N." Your mother sighs, frustrated. "I'm just saying, you're not getting any younger." She sets her book down on the table a little hard than normal.

"What if I don't want to get married?" You fought back.

"Please, you've been dreaming of a wedding since you were five."

You stayed silent, letting the anger bubble inside you. Not wanting to say anything you'd regret, you stomped to your room, slamming the door shut.

It's been the same conversation every week!

'Who is that nice boy, Y/N?'

'Did you see the neighbor's son is single?'

'That man was perfectly fine! Why reject him?'

You scream into your pillow very loudly. It felt good to get all your frustrations out, though this alone would not stop your mom from being a burden in your life.

Laying flat on your back, hugging your pillow tight, you stared at the ceiling in your room.

What would it take for your mother to back off?

After a few moments of sulking and self-depreciating thoughts, an idea popped into your mind. Albeit, a very bad idea, but an idea none-the-less. Hopped up on adrenaline, you were determined to turn your life around.

You just hope he says yes...

You wanted to throw up. No way did you really think you could do this!

Standing in front of the Kamisato Estate, a bunch of guards from the Yashiro Commission were standing on the premise, keeping unwanted people in or out. How were you even supposed to get inside?

No, you are determined. You have to ask. You made your way to one of the guards, wobbling slightly from anxiety. Your legs feel like jelly. You never talked to a person of authority before on your own accord.

"Umm- Excuse me," You start, clutching your jacket close to your chest.

"Name." Was all the guard said, expressionless.

"Name?" You question. "Umm... Y/N."

The guard raises an eyebrow at you. "You don't seem to have an appointment with Lady Ayaka or Lord Ayato."

"O-Oh, I'm not here to see them. I'm here to see Thoma."

"Thoma?" The guard looks over at another guard questioningly, who only shrugs in response. "Ma'am, who is Thoma?"

Panic fills your being. Did you get it wrong? Does Thoma not work here? "I-I believe he's the housekeeper..." You stutter out, looking down at your feet. You feel like an idiot.

"The housekeeper? You're here to see a worker?" The guard slightly chuckles. “Go home, kid. Just wait till he gets off work."

You breathe out slowly, attempting to gather yourself. You can do this. "Sir, I believe he actually lives here."

"Ma'am, I think it's best if you just go home." The guard lowers his eyes, his piercing gaze going right through you.

You gulp in fear. "I-If I could just see him for a second, you can even call him out here!" You laugh nervously, clearly uncomfortable.

Suddenly, a few more guards made their way closer to you , weapons gripped in their hands. You step away slowly, a tear pricking your eyes.

Nope, absolutely not worth it anymore.

"Hey!" A voice yells, stopping you in your tracks from running away. You look over and see a mop of blond hair march right to the front of the estate. "What's going on here?"

"Lady Ayaka's personal assistant?" The guard lowers his weapon. "This nobody is trying to trespass!"

Thoma looks over at you, and his mouth gapes open in shock. "Uhh..." He has no words. What are you doing here? He clears his throat, turning back to the guard. "Well, what does she want?"

"Says she's here to see a 'Thoma'."

Thoma sharply sucks in his cheeks in annoyance. "I'm Thoma."

"I- Huh?" The guard's face turns red. Embarrassed, he looks away.

Thoma sighs, chuckling a little at how ridiculous this whole situation is. "She is not a threat, let her in."

Suddenly, all the guards move away, clearing a path for you. Noticing your shaken figure, Thoma walks up to you himself. "You're the shop girl."

You nod. "Yes- I umm... Came to see you."

"Why?" He asks, giving you a questioning looks.

"Can we umm... Talk inside?" You ask quietly, still in shock by the whole ordeal.

Nodding his head, he leads you inside the estate. You widen your eyes in awe at how luxurious the inside is. Rimmed with gold, the walls and floors are spotless filled with expensive, traditional clothing hung up as decoration. You gulp at how ordinary you look compared to everything around you.

"So, shop girl. Do you have a name?" Thoma started, interrupting your trance.

"Y/N."

"Y/N? That's not an Inazumin name..." Thoma thinks for a moment. "Mondstadt?"

You nod sheepishly. "Yes, we moved here when I was very little though, so I don't remember much of it."

Thoma wore a sad smile, which caught you off guard.

"Are you okay?"

"Huh?" Thoma shakes his head, coughing nervously. "Y-Yes, I'm fine..." His usual, confident smile appears again. "So, what brings you here? Care to renegotiate our deal?"

You bite your lower lip nervously. "Actually... I'm here for something else."

Thoma lifts an eyebrow in confusion, yet curiosity fills him. "Something else? Do you need something from the Kamisatos?"

"No." You shake your head. "I need something from you... But you have to hear me out completely before you judge me."

Thoma opens his mouth to speak once more, but shuts it very quickly, only nodding in response.

You breathe out heavily. "Okay. I need to date you."

Thoma's eyes widen, his body temperature increasing, which is very apparent on his face. "D-Date me?" He stutters.

"Shh!" You furrow your brows. "I said you need to hear me out."

Thoma nods, his face still wearing the same color as a tomato.

"Now, let me get one thing straight: I don't really care for you. You're pretty unaware of your surroundings and you work for a system I don't approve of. However, my mother likes you, actually, every person in the city likes you! So you need to help me."

Thoma didn't know what to say. This was such an odd occurrence that nothing in his vocabulary could truly convey what he was feeling.

"Help you?" He finally spoke after what seemed like ages of trying to think of the right words. "Excuse my confusion, but you just stated you don't really like me." He laughed nervously.

Your face turns red. You were so caught up in the moment, you didn't mean to be rude, but people like him really do infuriate you sometimes! It's like he's handed everything because he has good looks. "I don't. But I have a proposal. I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend to get my mother off my back."

Thoma stares dumbfounded. "Your mother?"

"Yes. My mother. She constantly pesters me about having a partner, but I don't want one. If I pretend to have one though, she's off my back and I can still live a single, care-free life behind the scenes."

"Okay... And what do I get out of this arrangement?"

"That's easy." You smile. "75 percent off discount to my whole shop forever."

Thoma didn't have the heart to tell you that selling himself off as a fake boyfriend was going to cost more than a discount at one shop, but he quickly thought of Ayato and his promise to have a partner. This was it, the perfect opportunity to please Ayato without any strings attached to the girl!

He wouldn't want to be in a real relationship with you anyways, you're cold and a tad pessimistic, unlike himself.

Thoma thought for a few moments, the anticipation making your stomach churn. "Hmm..." He starts. "Okay, sure. I'll help you. But I need to add one thing to our arrangement."

"Depends, what is it?"

"You need to have dinner with me in two weeks."

Walking around Ritou with Thoma was pretty surreal. Everyone was staring at you guys. You never had this much attention put on you, but since everyone knows Thoma, it was like you were a celebrity. You didn't really like the attention, but you did like how everyone was suddenly really nice to you. Not that anyone was ever mean to you per-say, but now they were overtly kind to you and your 'boyfriend'.

You closed your shop today so you and Thoma could discuss your plan of action.

"So, your mom... Is she really that overbearing?" Thoma asks, trying to make any conversation.

You decided that to make this "relationship" as real as possible, your mom has to come to you about your "boyfriend". So, to do that, you had to go out in public with him. Thankfully, he had a little time off today.

"Yes." You groan. "It's really annoying."

"Well, why are you so opposed to a partner?"

"Why are you?"

Thoma freezes. He walked right into that one. "Fair." Was all he said.

A few awkward moments pass. Silence. You purse your lips together. "Fine. I don't want a partner because I've never had one before. I only know how to be single. It's stupid but... It's the only way I know, and I don't like change." You admit, frowning a bit to yourself.

Thoma frowns at your sulking expression. He didn't know you very well, but he was known as the fixer, and with that, he was to help everybody, even if they didn't like him back.

He places a hand on your shoulder, and you look up at his caring face. "I promise I will help you as much as I can, I swear by it."

You felt your heart thump a little, and quickly shove his hand off your shoulder. "T-Thanks..." You blush, pouting your lip a little bit. "So, Thoma. Interesting name. That's not Inazumin either." You stray away from the previous conversation.

"Good eye." Thoma smiles. "My mom is from Mondstadt, dad from Inazuma. I'm from Mond, actually."

Your eyes widen. "Really? I've haven't met many people from there. So that's how you knew my name origin?"

"Yup." Thoma beams. "I really miss it, sometimes. I especially miss the freedom it brought..."

"Well, why did you move here?" You thought it a simple question, but by the look of Thoma's face, you realize this was a pretty touchy subject.

"That's... a conversation for another day." Thoma looks down, a sulking expression prevalent.

You quickly try to change the subject. "Umm... What's this dinner I'm apparently attending?"

"Oh! Uhh..." Thoma scratches the back of his head nervously. "I haven't been completely honest with you..."

"What's that supposed to mean?" You tense up.

"No, it's nothing bad, it's just my intentions with this arrangement are not purely for sales."

You widen your eyes. "You're not falling for me already, are you?"

"Archons no," Thoma rolls his eyes playfully. "But my boss, Lord Ayato, feels as though I needed to 'live my life a little', so I promised him I'd get a partner in the coming weeks..."

"Ohh," You smirk. "So you're using me just as much as I'm using you."

"Basically, though I don't like to think of it as 'using', it's a mutual agreement."

"Of course. So I'm attending a dinner with the head of the Yashiro Commission? Lovely." You say sarcastically.

"I know you don't like the tri-commission, but Milady and my Lord are very kind and humble people, you'll see."

"It's not them I'm worried about, it's their morals."

"They don't exactly like the Shogun either, y'know.” Thoma points out.

"Maybe so, but they work for a system that worships her. You do too, despite your personal views of her."

Thoma looks down. This was not a fight he’s going to win. Keeping quiet, you walked through Ritou for a pretty uneventful rest of your day.

After many days of slowly accustoming yourselves to life as a 'couple', word finally caught wind to your mother. This was exactly what had to happen to look as real as possible, she had to come to you with it.

Planning this took work. You spent a lot of time with Thoma for people to notice that you two were more than just friends, so with that, you had to go on dates with him.

You were ashamed to admit you did not hate the dates. The dates he planned were dates you probably would have planned yourself. Was he looking in your head? You wouldn't be surprise if he could read minds.

He took you out to get some street food one day, you walked around Inazuma City another day, and you also fed some dogs whenever you had time with him! You had to admit, it was pretty cute how all the stray dogs knew Thoma.

"Hey look! I told you they would warm up to you!" He grinned enthusiastically as he watched a dog lick your hand.

You almost gushed at how amazing he was with animals.

Almost.

When night fell, and the shops began to close, he would walk you back to your house in fear of the Nobushi attacking you.

You had to tell yourself he would do this for any person, not just you.

How ecstatic your mother was that you were dating such a nice, well-rounded man. You should have won an award for how well you acted!

Of course, she wanted to meet him. Begin phase two of your plan, finally.

Dragging Thoma out of the Estate was probably the hardest part of the whole operation. "Thoma! You said yourself Ayaka is letting you go!" You groan.

"I have a job, Y/N! I can't just leave!" Thoma grunts, not budging as you attempted to pull his arm out the door.

"Stop being so difficult!" You catch your breath. He was a lot stronger than he looks.

"Thoma?" You both turn your heads to the whimsical voice ahead.

"Lady Ayaka." Thoma breaths out. "I promise I'm not bailing on my work." He quickly tries to explain.

Being here so frequently the past week to meet up with Thoma to plan, you have already met the famous Ayaka. Not many have the privilege of even seeing the Shirasagi Himegimi in person, so you of course were respectful to her face.

"Now Thoma," She starts, a gentle smile wearing her seemingly perfect face. "You know you may leave whenever you choose. I am not helpless you know."

You place your hands on your hips in an 'I-told-you-so' manner.

After quite a lot of back and forth, you finally were able to drag Thoma to your house to meet your mother.

It took a lot of calming down on your end. You were just hoping he had the acting skills to back him up on his pretend feelings for you. After all, this is a huge step in your plan.

Upon reaching the house, your mother would not stop with the coddling. She gave Thoma the biggest hug she could muster up, and brought fresh tea and other snacks as she laughed at all his jokes.

You couldn't believe it, he's really doing it! He was laughing it up with your mother as he told the many stories of his experiences in Inazuma, and she listened very attentively.

You were not aware of just how much Thoma does, it seems as though haggling down prices is only a very small percentage of his job, and that his true occupation should be that of a detective. He seems to be doing a lot of the Yashiro Commission's dirty work as well as being a housekeeper and Ayaka's assistant.

Do they not give this man a break? He's probably so tired. You almost felt bad dragging him out here. He seems really busy.

A sudden pang of guilt hit you. Imagine how much work he has to make up just because he's here with you!

"Well Mom, we have to go." You quickly exclaim, grabbing Thoma's hand quite suddenly.

"W-We do?" Thoma stammers as he was pulled out of his seat.

"Yes." You made your way out the door, pulling Thoma right behind you as your mother followed.

"I'm sorry we must leave so abruptly." He starts, still confused over your sudden switch in mood. "I had a lovely time.

"Oh, it's okay!" your mother waves her hand off. "Go have fun! It was lovely meeting you, Thoma. I hope to see you soon!"

"Yup, bye!" You quickly say, cutting Thoma off before leaving your house in a hurry.

"Hey, what was that all about?" Thoma finally asks when you guys were far enough away from your house. "Did I do something wrong?"

"I'm sorry, okay?" You quickly say, a little frustrated with yourself, though your expression reads as angry to anyone else who witnesses it.

"Sorry?" He cocks his head in confusion. "For what?"

"I didn't know you were so busy. I-I..." You groan to yourself, unable to get the words out. "I just feel bad, okay?"

Thoma softens his expression, understanding what is happening here.

"It's getting late anyways..." You mumble. "You should go back-"

"Come with me." Thoma interrupts.

You stare at him, puzzled. "Come with you?"

"I want to show you something." He gently holds his hand out to your figure, waiting for you to reach it.

You gulp nervously, staring at his hand. "You know, you don't have to act right now. No one is around."

"Who says I'm acting?" He gazes at you with helpless eyes, pushing his hand out further. "Please?"

You cautiously place your hand atop his, blushing deeply as he wrapped his large hand around yours.

He smiles. "It's not far."

After a few minutes of walking, Thoma lets go of your hand. "We're here." He beams.

You stare at your surroundings. You're atop a small hill you've never been to before, though nothing seems very special about this place. You spin around to get a full picture of the view, yet you're not sure why he brought you here.

"Thoma, this is very... Uhh... Cute. But why did you bring me here?" You feel bad acting so aloof towards this place, but it was just a hill. What was so special about it?

You hear him chuckle at your words. "I know it's nothing much, but I don't come here for the view." You notice a small flower in his hand, one you have never seen before. "Do you know what this is?"

You shake your head. "I mean, it's a flower, but not one I know of."

"This is a dandelion." He walks closer to you so you can see the flower more in detail. "This is a flower only grown in Mondstadt, and for some reason, there are a few on this tiny hill as well."

You widen your eyes in awe. "How is that possible?"

Thoma shrugs. "I don't know why they grow in this area, but they do. I come here when I'm feeling homesick."

Your mind quickly brings you back to only a week ago when he brought up his upbringing. "You're from Mondstadt."

Thoma nods, a sorrow expression on his face. "Yes. I came here when I was 12, but the trip was brutal. The ship I was on overturned, and I fell unconscious into the water. I was stranded on a beach, and was homeless until Kamisato Ayato took me in."

You felt tears sting your eyes, shocked at what you just heard. How you have completely misjudged this man. "Why did you come here in the first place?" You ask softly, hoping he'd finally tell you.

"Oh," Thoma chuckles slightly. "It's pretty stupid but... I wanted to find my dad and give him some dandelion wine. I was afraid he missed the beverage of Mond."

Without warning, you uncharacteristically wrapped your arms around Thoma's waist, causing his breath to hitch and his footing to become slightly lost.

"Thoma," You cried quietly. "I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry you went through that."

Taken aback, Thoma didn't know what to do. You've never really shown any physical affection, and he honestly wasn't sure how sincere you were being. The thing that convinced him the most though were your tears. He didn't know you were capable of crying, in all honesty.

He gently wraps his arms around you, bending down so his head was atop yours as you sobbed into his chest.

"Don't cry..." He delicately rubs your back soothingly. "I'm okay, it's really fine."

You slowly let go, feeling a little embarrassed at your sudden outburst. "Sorry..." you say sheepishly. "I-I don't know what came over me." You admit.

"It's okay," Thoma is a bit confused as well. He assumed you didn't care about him at all, but the thought of your arms around him made his face blush feverishly. "I- Umm." Not knowing how to approach this new vibe between the two of you, he grabs your hand, setting the dandelion flower inside it. "I usually never pick them, and I know you don't remember Mond very well, but I want you to experience a sliver of your land."

You feel your hand tingle as Thoma takes it, and you purse your lips as to not reveal any expression. "Thank you." you whisper softly, staring at the flower.

"Blow on it." Thoma encourages. "Trust me."

You bring the flower up to your lips, the little white puffs atop it tickling your nose. Gently you blow on flower, and watch as the seeds spread all around you as the wind blew.

You gasp in awe as you stare at the Dandelion seeds being whisked away. "Amazing!" You exclaim. "They're so beautiful!"

Thoma stares at you, and swears his heart beat developed palpitations. He gushes at your amazement towards such an ordinary object, and feels his palms get a little sweaty. "Yeah..." Thoma smiles, his eyes not leaving you. "Beautiful.”

pt 2 coming soon, and trust me, there will be so much angst

#the loml #omg #love him sm #thoma #thoma genshin #thoma genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact #thoma x reader #thoma genshin x reader #genshin x reader #genshin thoma

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sillyguyhotline · 2 years

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ok joe and sara fic bc i’m predictable

The array of glittering emerald bottles, lined uniformly up on the shelf, seemed almost magical from the right angle. Each one caught the soft, almost-soothing golden glow of the bar lights, twinkling gently like a night sky rich with stars. It was a sumptuous facade of beauty marred only by the oppressive silence of the bar and the alcohol filling each glittering bottle.

Sara shifted on the bar stool, leaning over to try to see if she could glimpse her reflection in one of the bottles. She squinted, shifted again, but ultimately she could only spot a few distorted facial features and nothing more.

She’d appreciated the quiet of the bar at first, the deep mahogany counter and golden lights that made it seem more like a home than an actual bar. But slowly, as the minutes ticked onwards, the silence had begun to swell, to ring in her ears like an ever-present force.

She’d started sneaking glances over her shoulder, praying someone would walk in and disturb the peace. She didn’t want to leave the feeble little haven she’d created, not when any step forward was one closer to certain death.

Sara sighed and returned her gaze to the counter, idly tracing her finger along the grooves in the wood. Her fingernails were still clean and clipped short, a small blessing. How long would it take for them to grow out? She supposed that if they were still short, she hadn’t been passed out for too long- perhaps it was still the same day, and Ryoko was still fast asleep and safe in bed.

Then again, anyone who was capable of burning someone’s head off was more than capable of clipping a few overgrown fingernails.

She redirected her attention to the bottles, only to see a vague, warping motion reflected in one of them. Her shoulders grew tense, her brain flickered back and forth between turning and remaining still, sweat beaded on her forehead…

And then a solid hand came to rest gently on her shoulder and everything was alright.

“...Joe.”

He laughed softly, lifting his hand just as quickly and swinging himself into the stool next to her. “Man, I was trying to be subtle. Guess I need to work on my technique?”

“Yeah, how’d you figure that out?” Sara chuckled. “Next time, don’t bother with the subtlety, just come up, cover my eyes, and go ‘guess who?’ I definitely won’t punch you.”

“Promise?” Joe grinned.

“Promise.”

Sara giggled, then glanced back down at the counter. “I’ve missed you.”

Joe didn’t respond immediately; after a few seconds, Sara looked up to gauge his expression and found him contemplating the rows of bottles sitting before them. “...Only been gone for a few minutes.”

Sara, too, remained silent.

“But… yeah, it’s scary here. Not really sure I trust anyone here besides you. Even Gin seems like such a sweet kid, but I dunno who’s being genuine and who’s just putting on an act, y’know?”

“Yeah. Honestly, imagine how dangerous we must seem to the other participants. Well, of course, there’s-” Sara paused. “There was Mishima and Nao. And Kanna and her sister. But now we’re the only two people in the game who actually know each other. I’d be terrified if I was anyone else.”

“The only two people that we know of,” Joe corrected her softly.

Sara chuckled, albeit uneasily. “You’ve sure been quick with your suspicions.”

Joe drummed his fingers on the table, and Sara caught the faintest pink of an embarrassed flush painted across his cheeks. “Am I bein’ too harsh on everyone? I want to believe that they’re good people, Sara, I really do. I mean… I know you’re a good person, you’re my best friend. And I really would like to think it’s all been just normal people ending up in this shitty situation. But what if it isn’t?”

Sara mulled over his words, ignoring his conspicuous attempts to make eye contact with her. She was sure there’d be nothing but the plaintive kindness she’d grown to expect from her friend’s eyes, but she couldn’t help but fear the off chance that it wasn’t.

“I’m just…” Joe leaned back in his stool with a sigh, nearly risking toppling over. “Any one of them could be lying, you know?”

“Yeah, that’s true, but…” Sara struggled for words. “It’s just as likely they’re telling the truth, too. I doubt we’re the only two normal people who got dropped in here, whatever the fuck they put us in here for.”

“I know, I know.” Joe sounded so weary. “But we’ve already seen what the floormasters are capable of. I… man, I’ve never seen anything as horrifying as what happened in the pink room. How could you do that to someone who clearly had so many people who loved him and cared about him and looked up to him? How could you trick everyone and then put the blame on us for all of it?”

Joe’s voice cracked; he ducked his head and covered his mouth with his hand. “...How could you do that to the people he left behind?”

A tremor crept through Sara’s limbs as warped memories of Nao’s agonized face flashed across her mind. She wouldn’t wish that sort of grief even on her worst enemy.

“Sara… I want to think the best of these people. I want it so badly, I’d give anything to go back and meet them all in better circumstances. I think we could’ve all been best friends in some other world.”

“Well, not best friends,” Sara murmured.

“My bad,” Joe replied with a heavy laugh. “But, like… Sara, do you think you’re gonna want to put their lives over your own?”

Sara’s gaze migrated from the counter to the floor. It was hardwood of a slightly lighter shade, shining with varnish. She could make out the vaguest markings where her stool had scraped against the floor earlier, but nothing more. “That’s a loaded question, Joe.”

“Man, I know that.”

“I really don’t want to think about things that way. Our clumsiness has already gotten one person dead, but it doesn’t- it doesn’t have to be like that again. If we’re super careful, and if we look out for traps and hidden rules and everything, then we won’t have to worry about anyone else-”

“Would you put one of their lives over mine?”

Any words Sara had been struggling to find died in her throat.

“You saw what happened to Nao and Kanna.” There was no malice in Joe’s voice, just the hint of a regretful apology. “This game isn’t meant to get both of us out alive. And we’re sure as hell not getting out with eight other people.”

Sara didn’t respond.

“Sara, you’re one of my favorite people in the entire world. Man, the amount of times you’ve saved me from a bad grade or let me cry to you? I’ve thought so many times about what I’d do if we ever stopped being friends, and I’ve always got nothin.’”

Sara shook her head, tears beginning to converge in the corner of her eyes. “Don’t do this, Joe, I know where this is going.”

“I don’t wanna live without you,” Joe said, quietly and simply. “I can’t. I’d- I’d die right now on the floor if it meant I could get you out alive.”

“Even if that means I escape alone. Right?”

“...Right.”

Sara pressed her lips together, the tears pooling. “So you don’t regret it, then?”

She expected Joe to gasp, to furrow his brows, to do something, anything. Instead, he shook his head, his golden earrings jingling like bells. “Nope.”

“So you’ve known this whole time, haven’t you?” She said quietly.

“‘Course.”

“And…” she swallowed. “You’re not him.”

For the first time throughout their conversation, she braved eye contact. Joe’s eyes were just as deep brown and kind as she remembered, the eyes she’d looked to for support more times than she could count.

They were exactly as she remembered them.

He held her gaze unwaveringly - he’d always been so much stronger than he gave himself credit for - and, slowly, a sad smile made its way onto his face.

“No, I’m not. Just a bunch of memories of what he was.”

“So I’m dreaming, then?” The tears finally overflowed, trickling down her cheeks and dripping coldly onto the skirt of her uniform.

“...Yeah.”

“God, what a cruel dream for my mind to give me.” She laughed through the tears, although her laughter sounded more like choking. Joe looked so clean and healthy, cheeks rosy and hair glossy. There was still the mole on his chin she remembered, the slight crookedness to his nose bridge from when he’d broken it in 8th grade, the gap between his front teeth.

He was Joe- there weren’t any wrigglers piercing his skin, his uniform wasn’t stained with more blood than she’d known the human body could hold. Despite all his great and noble words, he was no martyr, no grand and tragic sacrifice drained dry by unthinkable circumstances.

He was just Joe.

She let out a sob and threw her arms around his shoulders. As his arms closed around her, she realized feebly that it might be the last chance she ever got to hug her best friend. She hoped it wasn’t.

“How’d you figure me out that quickly?” His bangles were pressing into her back, but she didn’t want to ask him to move.

“The real Joe didn’t have enough time to get all that out,” she giggled softly. “Plus… I think a lot of it was just stuff I wanted to hear more than anything else. I know there’s nothing I can do now, but he’s- he’s dead because of me. And… he died in a cold, miserable facility, watching me cry. I never even managed to tell him he was my best friend too, and that I loved him back. He gave… he gave me so much, and all I’ve done is fail him.”

His arms tightened securely around her. She could feel him beginning to tremble.

“I think I’m losing track of who he is. I don’t know how I want to remember him. He gave his life for me, he died so young, I want to treat him with the respect he deserves. But every time I keep going back to him, I just- I just think of him in math class, or at the kebab place, you know? I don’t think he’d want me to think of him as a hero.”

Sara buried her face in his shoulder. His uniform was bunched up, as it had always been from a combination of forgetting to iron it and rolling up the jacket sleeves as high as he could. “I think I’m letting my grief get in the way of who he is to me. I want his death to have meaning, you know, because what if it didn’t? What if he died for nothing and it’s all my fault, and-” She sniffled. The tears had already begun to stain his uniform, but she didn’t have to ask to know that he wouldn’t mind. “I want my best friend back.”

Joe gently leaned away from her. There was so much kindness in his eyes still, after everything he’d been through. Sara had a sinking feeling in her stomach that he only looked so kind because she wanted him to. She wondered if the Joe who’d died for her would look at her with such unquestioning steadiness.

“We have all the time in the world here. Until you wake up, at least.” He gave her one of those stupid, dorky grins of his, cheeks dimpling. God, she’d missed him. “I’m here as long as you are.”

Sara swallowed through the lump in her throat. “What if I wake up and then I never see you again?”

“You’ll see me again someday,” Joe replied firmly. “But I hope it’s a very, very long time from now. Make sure my death is worth it, okay?”

That was the guilt talking.

Sara hesitated. The silence of the bar had grown feeble, the lights had grown warmer, and Joe was sitting in front of her as happy and healthy as she’d ever been. She couldn’t lie to herself- she never wanted to wake up. But she couldn’t disappoint him, either.

“Yeah. I’ll make sure of it.”

#putting in tags #yttd #your turn to die #joe tazuna #sara chidouin #yttd fic

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jonkentt · 3 years

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Sept 16 ‘21 ~Sarah Wilson~ @samwilsonfest

“Did you always like birds?”

“Nah. Hated ‘em when I was a kid. Sarah was actually the one who always loved birds.”

“Really?”

Sam hums and nods. “Oh yeah. Obsessed.”

Bucky raises an eyebrow. “Are you telling me there’s a person on this earth who knows more bird facts than you?” Sam laughs, his eyes sparkling.

“It’s tough to say for sure but I think I got her beat.”

“There’s a story there.”

“Absolutely. A saga of sibling rivalry.”

“Tell me!”

Sam stretches out, props his feet on the dash, and chews his lip. Warm orange light from the setting sun makes Sam look like he’s glowing even more than usual. “Alright, so when I say I hated birds as a kid, I mean it was a whole thing. It was like my pass-time. Can’t even remember why, like there was no traumatic seagull-stealing-my-corndog experience.”

Bucky snorts. “That happened to Steve every time we went to Coney Island, I swear. ‘M shocked he never developed some kind of seagull-phobia.”

“Ornithophobia.” Bucky looks skeptical but Sam waves him off. “It’s real. Wasn’t scared of birds though, I mighta just hated ‘em cause Sara loved ‘em so much. We did not get along at all. Being mean older brother was my sole purpose back then. Anything Sarah liked, I automatically didn’t, and she loved birds. She drew them all the time, with crayons on our walls even. You’d think my parents would be mad about, right? Except they thought it was adorable and that just pissed me off more. She had a hundred bird stuffies, which I thought was dumb ‘cause stuffies should be furry animals, right? Like where are the feathers? Thank god Sarah was too small to remember how much of a little shit I was.

So, anyway, our parents drove us across state to go this fair. It was a huge event, they had everything, and I was super excited about it. ‘Course I was equally thrilled to be stuck with my baby sister while my parents went to some adult-only whatever. I had to literally drag her off of the merry-go-round cause I was ready to throw up if I heard that happy tune it plays one more time. We got in line for one of those rides that’s basically a swing but they raise you in the air and spin you around in circles. Sarah chickened out at the last second and started screaming about how I promised her cotton candy. Well, we had just waited forever for this ride, right? So I got on and let her storm off. Terrible idea. She was right, it was fucking terrifying and I almost shit myself.”

“Damn, Wilson. You weren’t always a thrill-seeker?”

“Man, I was like ten years old. So when they finally put the swings on the ground again I was dizzy as hell, and pretty sure they let me off at a different place than I got on. I didn’t see Sarah but the cotton candy stall was right there so I bought her some. Hoping, ya know, she wouldn’t tell our parents if I bribed her. But then I couldn’t find her anywhere. And my nerve was like fully gone after that shit-show of a ride. So I start to panic. I run around, I must have covered at least half the fairgrounds, and still no sign of her. So I collapse, in the dirt, and just lose it. Full on ugly crying into the cotton candy with snot running down my face. I thought I’d lost my baby sister!

Then this crow comes out of fucking nowhere and takes a huge bite of my candy! And I was like ‘oh, hell no’ cause I wasn’t taking shit from a bird right now. I chased it back to that ride, and there was my little sister, sitting on a bench, feeding cotton candy to the crows at her feet. The one I’d been chasing hopped over to her and she fed that one too, all smiling ’n shit like she was the happiest kid in the world.” Sam smiles fondly at the memory. “Crows are pretty smart. And even though I knew it was probably just after my candy, I decided maybe that one led me to Sarah.”

“Then what happened?”

“Then, I got us both more candy cause mine was soggy and her’s was pity candy from a stranger.” They both laugh.

“So what, you decided to love birds after that?”

“I decided to love my baby sister after that. I let her teach me all about birds. At some point, I realized they were actually pretty cool. It became something we bonded over. I took her to the zoo to see all the parrots and king vultures. She liked those, ya know? The big scary ones that are all hunched over like they’re plotting your murder. I liked the owls best. Kinda freaked me out how they could turn their heads around but it was cool too.

During long car rides, Sarah and I would go back and forth to see who knew the wildest bird facts. I think our parents preferred it when we were arguing cause then they had an excuse to shut us up. We drove them a little nuts. Everything in the house was bird-themed for awhile. They probably thought we’d sprout wings from sheer will-power.”

“You kinda did.”

Sam smiles, a soft expression of wonder on his face. “Yeah. I guess I did.”

#sam wilson fic #samtember 2021 #sarah wilson fic

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coldflasher · 3 years

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#okay i've never considered this but imagine len coming back from the occulus... wrong#and after weeks of denial and falling for him and seeing pieces of the man he was and the man he became and knowing it's all held together#by the shell of what came back and it's not really him any more#barry has to destroy him#mmm delicious

You have given me a frighten. And awakened my masochistic tendencies. Do you have any further thoughts about this?

YOU BET YOUR BOOTS I DO

what was just a vague throwaway thought has now taken root in my brain, oh no

i feel like 'wrong' is such a vague concept but i'm imagining him kind of like speedforce!nora, if they'd leaned into it the way i really wanted them to. something that looks human, acts human-ish, but it's only skin deep. it's an imitation. keep the aesthetic but make it more eerie, more fey. sometimes when he talks you can hear the whispers of other voices. he was trapped in the timestream for too long and what came back looks like him and sounds like him but something is slightly off. it's the uncanny, that thing that looks human and sounds human but isn't quite human enough, and in that way is more unnerving than something that appears wholly monstrous (my gothic lit lecturer from second year just punched the air in excitement that i did in fact learn something). it knows what you want to hear and it retains that charm len had, twists it and uses it to manipulate.

i'm not sure if i prefer the idea that team flash or the legends did something to bring len back and fucked it up, a la soulless sara or that one zombie ep of supernatural, but worse, or that len just inexplicably walks out of the timestream one day because he was slowly soaking in all that power and became powerful enough to tear his way out on his own, and what's left of him had enough human instinct left to go home but not enough to actually understand the resonance of it. i do always enjoy the hubris of 'we did this and we shouldn't have' but the idea of this fucked up powerful being exiting its own prison by itself is also compelling in a terrifying way.

i definitely think there'd be some denial there. because barry - who still feels guilty that after pushing len to be better, he ended up sending him to his death - wants to believe that it's him, despite all evidence to the contrary. and if len acts strangely, and seems a little off, well that's understandable, because he's been through so much, and because honestly it's unbearable to contemplate that the man he got back isn't the man he lost, not only in the 'trauma changes us' kind of way but in a more literal, eldritch, fucked up way.

so i like the idea of a slow drip-feed of team flash slowly realising something is wrong, and trying to justify it, and reaching the point where they can't any more. i think it'd start off slow. they'd notice something a little off about him but i mean, who wouldn't seem a little strange after years of being trapped in the occulus? he doesn't blink enough. he's lost the drawl. sometimes something unknowable flickers in his eyes. he's going through the motions of being a person but he's not human in some very vital ways and the cracks soon start to show. his reactions don't seem right and they chalk it down to trauma until there's no way to pass it off any more. like they all feel awful for it and that makes them reluctant to examine it further but all the little moments add up until they're forced to come together and be like, idk what that thing is, but it isn't leonard. and it takes a while to realise, because even real len could be cold, and seemed heartless and cruel, and he killed people. so it's like, is this just him and the trauma made him backslide into who he used to be, or a worse version? or is it something else?

it would take barry the longest to accept it, of course, because he wouldn't want to see it. he'd probably lash out and be angry but i think deep down he'd know, and once other people pointed it out he wouldn't be able to let it go.

there's two ways that this could be resolved. on one hand i like the idea of there being enough of the real len left to know that there's something wrong with him and in his fleeting moments of lucidity he's asking barry to take him out before he hurts someone. this hurts barry even MORE, because the len he originally met was on survival mode and would have put himself first at all costs and it's so painful to know that he became the kind of man who'd get on his knees and bare his throat to save other people from himself. like. barry always knew there was good in him and now it's all that's left and it's still not enough.

BUT i also think there's something to be said for there being nothing of him left at all, and barry being so desperate as he searches for a sign that isn't there and allows himself to be manipulated because he wants so badly to believe, and maybe he almost falls for it. he almost lets himself be taken in because he WANTS to be, and it would be so easy, so comforting to let it happen. which would make it even worse when he finally accepts that len is gone and what he thought he had back was never even him, and len died back at the vanishing point and it was all just a lie.

either way barry would have to kill him. and he'd do it himself because he's barry and he takes the responsibility of the world on his shoulders and he'd have to see len look into his eyes and trust him the way he did when len had him at gunpoint and trusted him with lisa's life hanging in the balance, and UGH IT WOULD HURT SO BAD THANKS I HATE IT. i'm picturing xmen: the last stand, which is an atrocious movie, but the part where logan has to kill jean to destroy the phoenix force is like. the vibes i'm getting here. very much the essence of the quote from that post about every romance involving someone becoming a monster but it's up to interpretation who the monster is and of course both of them think it's them

*sigh* well that was a delightfully fucked up little rant, anyway, on with our scheduled daily programming

#long post for ts #answered #thank u for allowing me to go feral about this it was much appreciated #my fics #kinda?

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