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arcsimper5 · 6 months

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Hehe, the first kiss prompts are irresistible! 😂💙 I’ve got a request, if you find it inspiring, and if not, feel free to ignore!

How about hands on the cheeks… with whomever you are most feelin? 🥹 Just that deliciously satisfying yearning finally coming to fruition? 🙈

Fun to read if you choose to write it! 💙

AHHHH I'm so sorry it took me so long to answer this, I've been so caught up in work and writing other stuff but AHHH I FINALLY DID IT!

I went with Hunter, because it just seemed right to me, I hope you like it!

Word count: 2626 Pairing: Hunter x Reader (no name) Rating: M (blood, minor injury, peril, darkness, lots of angst, pining, premature mourning) Please let me know if I missed anything! And thank you so much for the prompt!

“Look out!”

Hunter’s warning came too late for you to respond, the ground beneath you trembling with the force of the cave-in rapidly gaining on your position.

Damn Cid, you thought to yourself, panting for breath as you sprinted forward, Omega by your side, damn her and her stupid missions. The cache she’d bought the location for had been empty, and you’d already known this mission was going to be a disaster when the rain started pouring the moment you touched down.

Now, the rocks that made up the old cave system had finally buckled with the movement of the ground thanks to the water above, beginning with small creaks and groans, quickly turning into certain death, the rocks crashing behind you creating splintering crevasses in the ground.

You first felt your foot slip as the ground opened up beneath you, Omega’s shrill shriek ringing in your ears as the sensation of falling overtook you.

It wasn’t even a conscious thought as you reached for Omega, using all of your strength to grab ahold of her jacket and throw her away from the rapidly growing hole in the ground, her eyes wide as Wrecker caught her midair and turned to run, your footing failing you.

As Omega screamed your name helplessly, Hunter turned, watching in horror as your eyes met seconds before you slipped out of view, consumed by complete and utter darkness.

Rocks and dirt crashed around you, one last deep breath taken as you landed with a sickening crunch onto hard ground, eyes closing as you waited for the end.

The groaning of rock on rock above you made you flinch, like nails on chalkboard, screaming in your ears while tiny streams of dirt and pebbles pelted your face.

Raising your hand in defense, an utterly useless motion against tonnes of rock, you chastised yourself internally, you waited. And waited.

The noise of the collapse faded, the steady flow of dirt and rocks dying out as the world around you settled, no longer tickling your face.

Daring to open your eyes, you found the exercise useless; pure, pitch black surrounded you, blinding you to your surroundings.

Swallowing hard, you dared to move a little, breath hitching as a few rocks fell from the gaps in your armour onto the floor below.

Feeling around, your hands came to rest on a large slab of rock above you, tracing the jagged edges to the sides of the crevasse; it had been caught mere feet above you by sheer luck, your lungs burning as you inhaled a shuddering breath, barely holding back manic laughter.

You’d survived the fall, and narrowly avoided being crushed by the falling rocks, but now you were faced with another problem; escaping your new prison.

Slowing your breathing, your thoughts drifted to Hunter, Omega and the others, tears burning in your eyes.

They were safe. They’d made it out. But Hunter’s scream of your name when he’d seen you fall, the expression in his eyes as he’d watched helplessly… it only added to the regret building inside you.

You should have told him. You should have been honest. You should have admitted you loved him months ago, when you figured it out yourself, a night you’d spent watching stars with him on top of the Marauder, your head laid on his chest as meteors scorched through the inky blackness overhead.

His warmth had radiated through every inch of your body, sending pleasant shivers through you as his hands ran up and down your arms, trying to warm you even more.

You’d come so close to kissing him then, your eyes locked with each others, flickering down to his lips and his to yours, a question in his gaze you wanted so badly to answer.

But as you were about to meet, eyes fluttering closed, preparing to brush your lips together, you jolted apart at Wrecker’s shout as he came out to relieve Hunter of watch, clambering up onto the roof with you and joining in your star watching.

And now… Now you might never get the chance.

The thought awoke something in you, some deep determination you didn’t even realise you possessed.

You were not going to die like this. You were going to find a way out, back to your friends, you family. And you were going to tell Hunter how you felt.

As you nodded to yourself, a soft sound floated through the darkness, the loss of your vision enhancing your other senses to an almost painful degree. Holding your breath, you tilted your head slightly, hope flaring in your heart; it was water… Running water!

If you could find your way to it, there may be an exit to the outside.

With one last firm nod, you steeled yourself, drawing a deep, shuddering breath as you scrambled to your feet and began feeling your way along the walls of the cave, following the sound.

*-*-*

“You must calm down, Hunter,” Tech ordered sternly as he watched Wrecker lift their brother away from the bloodied rocks that blocked what was once the entrance to the cave they had just escaped from, the sergeant’s limbs flailing wildly as he fought against the grip holding him, tears streaming down his face.

“No, no! I need… we need to get her, to get her out!”

Wrecker’s expression was one of pure anguish as he sat Hunter down on a rock next to Omega the young girl’s legs pulled up to her chest, her body rocking as she cried silent tears of her own.

“Your current emotional state is of no use to anyone,” Tech informed him flatly, bending down as Wrecker stepped away, his hands held out as if trying to placate Hunter, like he might bolt back to the rocks at any moment, “we need to think about this clearly and rationally.”

Hunter shook his head, hands trembling as Tech tutted, grabbing his medkit from one of the pouches on his belt and examining his brother’s tattered fingers, the nails broken and ragged from clawing desperately at the rocks, small red rivulets dropping onto the floor below.

“I should, should have been there,” Hunter gasped, wincing as Tech sprayed his wounds with disinfectant, quickly adding bacta and beginning to wrap his fingers one by one, “I should… should have stayed close. She… she’s…”

Wrecker’s breath hitched as he collapsed on the rock Omega was sat on, shaking his head.

“Don’t say it, Hunter,” he pleaded, opening his arm to his sister as she let out a sob, crawling into his lap seeking comfort, “please… don’t…”

“It’s my fault,” Omega sniffed wetly from his arms, every breath hitching as she cried into his chest, “if I hadn’t fallen, if she hadn’t come back for me…”

Behind them, Echo crested the small hill, coming back into view from his trip to the Marauder, a seismic scanner hung around his neck by a frayed canvas strap. He paused as he heard Omega’s sobbing, taking in the sight of his brothers, his jaw clenching.

“Hey, what’s with the tears?” he called sternly, moving to stand in front of them as Tech finished with Hunter’s bandages, the sergeant staring at the ground in despair. “I thought we were getting ready for a rescue?”

“She’s gone,” Hunter croaked, his tone utterly broken, “I… I can’t hear her. Can’t… can’t feel her heartbeat…”

He’d been straining himself since the moment he’d lost sight of her, the fear in her eyes scorched forever into his memory. The settling earth murmured beneath them, the clouds above swelled and flowed across the sky, the sound of a small river a few kilometres away drifted through the air, but that was it.

Every one of the Batch’s heartbeats rang in his ears, but not hers.

Echo frowned at him, waving the seismic scanner in annoyance.

“Why do you think I’ve got this?” he questioned, frustrated as he moved towards Omega, crouching down in front of her. “The rock is too thick for Hunter to hear through. She might have fallen in deep, but she’s tough, like us. We’ll find her using this, and we’ll get her out, yeah?”

Tech frowned, rolling his eyes at his brother.

“The likelihood of her having survived a fall and the subsequent rockslide, along with the risks presented by exposure and dehydration make her chances of survival…”

“Enough,” Echo snapped back at the engineer, snarling as tears conftinued to drip onto the dusty ground at Hunter’s feet, the cyborg letting out a sigh. “We’ve survived worse odds than this. We’ve been through the ringer, and we’re all still here. We’re not giving up, you hear? We’ll get her back.”

Omega nodded, sniffing away her tears and wiping furiously at her face, steeling her expression as met Echo’s gaze, nodding to the seismic scanner.

“I want to help,” she croaked, “tell me how.”

Echo smiled weakly at her, his own emotions welling in his chest. He knew the chances were slim, but so were his chances of survival the Citadel. And yet here he was.

“Atta girl,” he smiled, jerking his head back as he looked at Wrecker. “Tech will come with me. Wreck, stay with Hunter. Make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.”

“Gotcha,” Wrecker managed, forcing a smile as he let Omega down from his lap, clapping a large hand on her shoulder in comfort. “Echo’s right, kid. We’ll find her, ‘kay?”

“‘Kay,” Omega replied with a weak smile, fighting back more tears as she latched herself to Echo’s side, the cyborg ignoring the pointed look from Tech as they moved towards the cave entrance, firing up the scanner.

Hunter remained silent as Wrecker came to sat next to him, unsure of what to do. He’d never seen Hunter in a state like this, almost catatonic.

“Ya… ya doin’ okay, Hunter?” he prompted carefully, frowning when his brother huffed in annoyance. “Look, I know it looks bad, but Echo’s right! We’ve been through a lot. She’s tough. If anyone could survive…”

“I should have told her,” Hunter interrupted him, Wrecker drawing back a little to look over Hunter, confused by the statement.

“Uh… Told her what?”

“How I felt,” Hunter breathed, closing his eyes tightly, more fat tears falling into the dirt, staining the earth with his grief. “I… I had so many chances… and I… I couldn’t. She deserves better than a clone. Better than me. I let her down. I’ve done it again, let her fall…”

When he finally looked up, meeting Wrecker’s gaze, there was an utterly broken look in his eyes, one that caused Wrecker’s throat to tighten uncomfortably.

“I love her, Wreck… I love her, and I… I didn’t… I’ll never get to tell her. I… I’m so stupid…”

Falling back into silence, Hunter looked up to the sky, drawing in deep shuddering breaths.

“Ya can’t blame yourself, Hunter,” Wrecker tried desperate, laying a hand on his brother’s shoulder, “she knew what she was doing. She saved ‘Mega.”

“And I should have been there,” Hunter hissed through gritted teeth, anger growing from his sadness, “I should have…”

A sudden splashing sound caught his attention, distant, but clear.

Wrecker began to speak again, but quickly fell silent as Hunter shushed him, standing up and closing his eyes, listening intently.

Tech, Echo and Omega were still at the cave entrance, conversing lowly, the soft hum of the seismic sensor fading into the background as he focused on the faint sound in the distance, the sound echoing over the sand covered hills.

The splashing sounded again, this time accompanied by a gasp and a cough, spluttering and more deep breaths, a faint heartbeat vibrating through the air.

Hunter didn’t even speak, he simply opened his eyes and ran, ignoring Wrecker’s shout after him. He heard Echo, Tech and Omega call as well, their footsteps quickly joining to pursue him, but it didn’t matter.

Not when he could feel that familiar thumping, not when he could hear the clacking of plastoid.

He didn’t know how far he ran, nor did he care about the way his lungs burned with the effort, his legs trembling by the time he crested the hill just above where the sound was coming from, soft words beginning to float through the air, unmistakable.

“Havoc 1, come in? Havoc 2? Echo? Anyone?”

With one last push, he made it to the ridge, his knees giving out as he caught sight of her, the familiar outline, scent and voice overwhelming him.

*-*-*

A gasp of your name behind you made you jump as you pocketed your drenched comm, tutting in annoyance as water ran out of it, the electronics completely fried.

Wondering if you’d imagined it, you turned quickly, you breath hitching in your throat as you saw Hunter kneeled in the sand, his eyes wide, tears rolling down his cheeks as he panted for breath. He had obviously been sprinting, beads of sweat trailing down his forehead, his hair mussed, bandana askew.

“Hunter,” you breathed, the relief in your voice palpable. Scrambling towards him through the ankle deep water, you ignored the sting of the cuts and bruises that littered your body.

The escape from the cave system had been terrifying, being swept down an unground rapid system after wading through the river for some time, clutching at the walls in total darkness. And yet, you’d made it out, battered and beaten, but alive.

As Hunter called your name again, his voice broken with emotion, you scrambled up the bank, tears beginning to spill down your own cheeks as you got closer, his hands reaching out to you, as if he wasn’t sure if what he was seeing was real.

Within moments, you were out of the water, your clothes and hair still sopping wet, body trembling with adrenaline and cold, mere steps from him when he grabbed out for you, pulling you to your knees in front of him. A sob left his chest as he pressed his forehead to yours, uncaring of the water that still dripped from every inch of you, his hands coming up to cup your face, thumbs resting on your cheekbones.

“C-Cyare,” he choked, closing his eyes, breathing you in, “I’m so, I’m so kriffing sorry. I should have been there, I should have been with you…”

“Hunter, don’t,” you pleaded thickly, leaning into his embrace, pure relief rushing through every fibre of your being. “I did what I had to, I needed to get Omega out, I…”

Your words were cut off as he tilted his head back, his lips finding yours, crashing your mouths together with a passion that caught you off guard. You whimpered into his mouth as he clutched at you, fingertips digging into your jaw, holding you so tightly it might bruise, like if he let go you might float away.

Moaning as he slid his tongue over your bottom lip, he took full advantage, tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss, your own hands moving to cord through his hair, remaining tangled in the thick, sweat soaked curls even as you parted, both panting for breath.

“Should have done that months ago,” he whispered, his lips brushing yours with every word, his eyes focusing on yours, warm swirling pools of molten chocolate causing a swirling deep in your gut, “I should never have waited. I… I love you, cyare… Forgive me?”

As the roar of the Marauder’s engines drifted through the air, the ship growing closer with every passing moment, you simply sighed as you pecked his lips again, tears of joy painting your cheeks.

“There’s nothing to forgive, Hunter,” you reassured him, pressing your foreheads together once more, a shiver running through you both. “And I love you too.”

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb #star wars the clone wars #tbb hunter x reader #hunter x reader #tcw #clone wars #sergeant hunter x reader #tbb fanfic #first kiss prompt #for freesia-writes #DaniWrites

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cranetreegang · 1 year

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Let Me Show You Something - Ominis x FemMC

Sooooo Hogwarts Legacy. I am obsessed. I completed the game, then made a evil Hufflepuff to do foul things and be a menace to the wizarding world. I fly around Hogwarts all the time. I'm currently living my best life.

And I love Ominis, Sebastian of course too, but Ominis just ahhhh he's so presh!! Like I just wanna protect my boi.

So here's a lil something for him. Nothing explicit and no spoilers. Just a fluffly fluff piece! I did my best to write using his view point, but I've never had a blind character before sooo sorry in advanced.

I like to imagine that when he has his wand he sees similarly to how 2003 Ben Affleck Daredevil sees. Like an echolocation type. Would actually love to do a cool rain scene like in the movie with Ominis, but I digress.

Summary: Ominis finds himself following the Fifth year due to his burning curiosity about her. He ends up finding more than he expected.

Word Count: ~ 1,780 words

Read more of my Ominis Fics Here!

#ominis gaunt #ominis x reader #hogwarts legacy #room of requirement #fanfic #fanfiction #hogwarts legacy fanfic #fluff #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt x reader #sebastian sallow #creative writing

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hhhhleb · 1 month

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Hi, I just saw your recent post with little!Jake and Marc, and I just wanted to say it's so heartwarming, the relationship Marc is feeling about Jake ! Like you said, the relationship he have with Jake looks so close to the one Marc had with Randall ( Roro ? ) and I find it so cute.

It’s a bit heartbreaking too, but I find so cute.

And just asking, does Little!Jake feel the same, is he too shy to respond to the ( I guess a bit clumsy ) affection from Steven and Marc, or just Jake doesn’t want it ?

And does Jake miss Randall ( Roro ) too ? Since I guess he maybe have the memories of Randall by Marc’s mind and memories ?

I’m just really curious about their relationship with little!Jake, especially with Marc, and their past relationship with their brother and maybe their parents.

( Hope you don’t mind my questions. And hope you get the questions, since my English isn’t really perfect, since it isn’t my first language. Take your time to answer if you want to, I don’t want to overwhelm you. )

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE QUESTIONS!! I’m guilty ur honor, I couldn’t answer them for how long? Two weeks?😶🧎im rlly sorry..

Well, Marc&Jake’s relationship aren’t so simple I guess, in some way it is similar to the Marc&Roro’s but in other way it’s not.

1. Jake isn’t ready to open up to M&S. To people in general. He’s cautious, It is safe when he’s playing adult’s role, it’s like a mask, a shield from the real(adult) world, but when M&S figured out he’s a kid he feels too exposed to them. Too open, too easy to hurt. I feel like he doesn’t want this affection from them because he doesn’t really know how to be a loved child? So he doesn’t know how to respond to it. As I said here Jake never have met Wendy, he doesn’t consider her as his own mother. Thus, all his behaviour&attitude is based on Marc&Roro’s playtime as children. That’s why he’s so into this roleplay of a badass guy))

2. Jake actually misses Roro. If Steven had no idea about him, Jake considered Roro his own brother. It’s the only thing in Marc’s memories he accepts as his own. Marc(Jake) loved Roro so much that he(Jake) adopted this love for art from him(similar to Steven and his accent, I suppose). He also inherited Marc’s feelings of responsibility as an older brother from that time, so Jake’s not used to be the youngest. Therefore, it’s quite an experience for him to adept to this whole new dynamic with S&M. He pushes them away feeling like he shouldn’t can’t rely on them.

Absolutely love this idea of a bunk bad for M&R!! It fits so well! saw it in this concept art for MK. It’s amazing. Like, I think Roro was a very sensitive kid(he looks rueful when Marc calls him a baby for being wary of playing in the cave while it's raining), so he’s afraid of dark and not sleeping with parents SOOOoooo Marc took the bottom bed and have told him, that he would defend him from any monster who would be stupid enough to try to attack them! He also hung all Roro’s drawings there, because he’s very proud of him)

Ahhhh my heart aches for them. I spent half of my childhood on a bunk bad like that, my siblings and I plastered it all over with stickers, there were glasses of juice everywhere lmao, loads of thrilling books on shelves, we used to do a blanket castle on the bottom bed and read some stories with a flashlight

I feel like it’s the thing Marc&Roro could do.. I wish they had more screen time in the show..

(am I projecting? Yes.

Also, I think that’s where Steven’s love for reading is coming from)

ps even though Jake doesn’t want this affection, he needs it just like any other person, just like any other child. He has a hard way ahead of him. Comics about the table thing was one of the first steps:)

#moon knight #jake lockley #marc spector #little!jake #comics #i want to make an art about how different were roro's drawings in comparing to jake's #I hope I won't forget about it....

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dackychansworldofhoshinos · 4 months

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About this blog and story 🌟

Ello im Yuri he/him (idc)

Dacky is my artist name call me by one of those names 😌(Rain my Internet persona name)

minorr!!

Want to know more about me? check out my second blog were I post fanart or answer more personal questions that aren't related to my story (⁠・⁠∀⁠・) Down here 🔽

@areyoucooolorjustrain

Rules for This blog !!

I only answer questions about my story s or characters on this blog.

No wierd/ inappropriate interactions or comments

Be cool😎

I respond to comments but no wired ones

No Nsfw

Anything that isn't strictly about my story will be talked about on my second Ac

Do Not Steal 👊

Sry not personal anymore

If u want to use my art ask and tag/mention me

Fanart is appreciated 💖

And I'm open for ideas or tips with my oc world meaning:

if you have an ideas for characters that fit into my world tell me :D

if you have polite and constructive criticism tell me

If you want to tell me something about my character that could be changed tell me

:) please remember be nice

Now my world Hoshino🌟

Hoshino 🌟

In this world select few have abilities. called Hoshi. Those energy powers are energized by light and dark souls depending on your soul type, wich range from mind dark light time growth heat liquid spirit and some more rare types like love song or electrical

if you pry to the stars that apear once a year on a special day called: death star day. A soul with does power's is born. That person can access those powers with a special necklace that stores most of it✨ The necklace is able to take energy from other objects or sorces like Hoshi a creature made purley from that power. people may also use Hoshi powers without a necklace resulting in bigger access to energy but a higher risk of losing ot to.😗

the legend explains how this happend🌸

the main character is named ponia and she and her friends go to fight against many dangerous people or creatures in this world and meet other people 🌸🚶

these are the more important people

the evil team against ponia is called:

the fallen angels. they want to bring back the legends and ponia is a big part of that💀

she also has a twin called nagisa that i made with a friend of mine and changed to fit into the story. the twin plot is apart of the legend

im going to post more of the story laiter in form of manga or animatics. maybe also essays or stories

heres a quik comic i made a bout the day before the story starts with ponia still having long messey hair 😄

ahhhh so cringe

Here are all the characters that are in this universe :

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svnaaaaaa · 4 months

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On My Way - Sano Manjiro (Mikey) : Part Three

pairing : mikey x fem reader

summary : takemichi received a letter right after visiting draken.

warning(s) : anime + manga adaptation, a lot of self-thoughts, sad moment (i think),

previous : part two

next : -

masterlist

author's note : i had to listen to sad playset to make this part though

tagging : @sarah-hassan17, @erzarq, @dazaidevil (if you want to be tagged in, let me know)

recap : takemichi shocked when he saw who it was. 'it's moebius's former leader!' thought takemichi to himself.

"what do you two want?"

2009

a faint light from the sun seeped into the room through the slit of the bedroom curtain. y/n who is a newly devoted housewife, already up and showered, is cooking breakfast for her beloved husband, mikey. as newly weds themselves, a fresh marriage life is most definately the sweet one.

the two, whom met through their friends, instantly clicked which blossomed into romance and now marriage. it has been a good and bad four years of knowing and dating which leds to marriage. but still, there was something that mikey hid from y/n. it was getting on her nerve but she didn't want to pester mikey with it.

after they graduated high school, mikey managed to get himself a part-time job as a judo instructor for children and y/n got a job from a media company that offered a job as an apprentice. with that they managed to save enough money for wedding ceremony that fit both toman and family members.

a fried egg smell seeped into the bedroom as mikey grunted that his sleep got interupted. sitting up from his sleep, mikey rubbed his eyes as he still unable to open his eyes, wanting to deny of waking up. "mikey!" y/n's voice calling out for him from the kitchen as if she knew that he's already woke up. "breakfast!" y/n called once again. mikey, who is still sleepy, woke up from his beloved bed and walked through the hallway to the kitchen where his wife stood in.

his wife, it was almost seem as unreal.

in mikey's life, all his beloved ones died. his dad, his mom, shinichiro. it was like he doesn't deserve to be loved at all because everyone he loved, left him in this world. but not y/n, he's going to protect her with all of his life.

"ahhhh." y/n said as she held out her arm with spoonful of warm rice to feed mikey. mikey smiled and opened up his mouth, received the love give through food. y/n warmly smiled as she placed her hand under her chin, supporting her head. her happiness is to see mikey eat healthy and happy with foods she make. and she hope that mikey will continue to love every food she make in her lifetime. "why aren't you eating?" mikey asked weirdly at his wife's behaviour and decided to pick up a piece of soy-sauced meat to feed his wife. "it's okay, you eat." y/n refused as mikey doesn't pulled away his reached out arm. sighed, y/n opened up her mouth and mikey fed her. "are you okay?" mikey asked in concern but y/n just smiled warmly at him, nodding her head yes. "i am fine manjiro, don't worry about me." y/n told him lightly.

"don't worry about me."

2010

it was raining that day. the day where mikey said goodbye forever to his one true love.

the funeral, it was the hardest for mikey. he had to stay strong because of his family in-law just melted onto the venue's floor as soon as they can't take it anymore.

"i'm sorry mr. sano but your wife is failed to be save."

"mikey, be happy okay?"

tears building up at his eyes and he rubbed it off with his coat sleeves.

who would have thought that on their first anniversary as husband and wife, has been added with y/n's memorial anniversary.

the secret that mikey kept from y/n was, the darkness feeling in his heart.

now he feel it again.

2017

coming back to the present with a new clue, takemichi woke up in naoto's apartment. "takemichi-kun." naoto greeted and takemichi sat up. "naoto, hook me up with draken-kun!" takemichi burst out, making naoto flabbergasted. and as soon after that, naoto used his intel to locate where draken is.

before they could get any info about draken, takemichi told naoto about the beginning of the darkside of toman. "according to mikey, the real reason he built toman was to build a new of deliquents where fighting rings are dumb and basically not a typical bike gangs that do bad stuffs like how toman is now." takemichi told naoto. "to be honest, the first time i met mikey-kun, he wasn't a bad guy." takemichi added, making naoto hummed to himself. "not until now, he's alongside with kisaki tetta, now toman is the most notorious gang ever." naoto informed takemichi.

"i remembered! just now chifuyu and i went to met osanai, the former leader of moebius." takemichi said as he grabbed a sketch book. "how?" naoto asked, curious by what have been said by takemichi. "according to osanai," takemichi started.

"he was just a kid for my first impression." osanai told them. "kisaki told me that i will rule tokyo if i work with him and that he didn't want any rewards, it just that he will take it himself when time has come." takemichi and chifuyu looked at each other. "he also said something that i don't understand myself." osanai added, making both chifuyu and takemichi looked at osanai again.

"the moon can't shine on its own." kisaki told osanai.

osanai sighed heavily. "it may sounded weird but each time kisaki told me what to do, it went smoothly and within a year, i became a guy that ruled over shinjuku." osanai ended and takemichi was shocked at the revelation.

'kisaki was just an ordinary kid that managed to make osanai the leader of moebius?'

"so kisaki was your confidant?" chifuyu asked and osanai stood silent as he looked down at his feet. then, he looked back at chifuyu and takemichi. "i was nothing but stepping stone for him. i learned that after the pah-chin incident." osanai informed them. "pah-chin incident?" takemichi asked and remembered the first and last moebius vs toman fight which caused pah admitted into juvie and osanai retired from gang world.

"that fight was arranged by kisaki himself and he also the cause of driving pah-chin into the infighting to create a reason to do so." osanai added and made both chifuyu and takemichi shocked of it. "and he made it turned into my fault. right after i got stabbed, he approached mikey saying how he didn't like things i did and now he had hanma shuji as his new destructive weapon." osanai ended his story and that takemichi and chifuyu shocked.

naoto frowned at the story. he knew that kisaki was the cause of his sister's death because he believe takemichi. after kisaki entered toman, the future became worst and his sister paid the price.

"kisaki, he's that kind of a guy who attempt murder with making his hands dirty."

right after naoto received news regarding draken, he and takemichi immediately went to the place where draken stay, which was jail. confused takemichi walking behind naoto. "why are we here?" takemichi asked as he looked around. "well, when i did my research, i discovered that ryuguji ken wasn't in current toman and i couldn't find any death record of him anywhere no matter how hard i tried." naoto informed takemichi, which takemichi focused on what naoto said, trying to catch up on what naoto is trying to say.

'draken-kun isn't in toman anymore but kisaki is?'

"because ryuguji ken, is in death row." naoto added, causing takemichi stopped his walking, looking in disbelieve.

a doorbell rang and keep on ringing until an old lady from next door came out. "you looking for the l/n family?" the lady asked and takemichi shocked at the sudden approach. "uh yea madam, you know where they are?" takemichi asked as he backed off the door and turned to the neighbourhood lady. "oh, they moved out already right after their daughter died." the lady told him. takemichi weirded out, no one told him about this, not even naoto. "do you happen to know where they moved off to?" the lady shrugged het shoulders. "they never told me where they moved because they said that some bad people might want to harm them." the lady informed takemichi, leaving takemichi in shock. takemichi bowed his head as he said his thank you to the lady and walked away.

'maybe naoto doesn't even know about this.'

two days later, naoto and takemichi went to the prison that draken admitted to. "number 248's coming in now." an intercom announced as the door from inside the call room opened and enters draken in flesh. takemichi who is surprised to see an old friend being in prison and saw how much of a change that draken had over the years.

"long time no see, takemitchy."

"draken-kun, what happened to you?" takemichi asked. "why would you murder someone draken-kun? what happened to toman?" takemichi cried out and draken keeps on his stoic face on, looking at takemichi likw how he was 12 years ago.

"takemitchy.." draken called out, making takemichi looking at him properly.

"have you thought of seeing your cousin, y/n?" draken asked, making takemichi remembered that he went to the l/n apartment complex before meeting draken. takemichi nodded his head yes, confused by how draken knew about this and what's the relation of it. naoto also confused. "she died, and her family moved away because mikey changed after the funeral." draken told them. "not only he went into ballistic but also because of that guy." draken continued.

'that guy.' both naoto and takemichi thought.

"toman was so much better when we were kids. all we did was run around and trying to make the gang bigger." draken smiled lightly as he recalled the memories of his youth. "we brawled like crazy like it was a party every single day and toman, was everything to me." takemichi smiled as he saw draken smiled. 'draken, he hasn't change a bit. he's still the draken from the past.' takemichi thought to himself.

then the smile gone.

"toman ended up like this because of me." draken told them. "because i didn't stop that one guy and if i can redo my life, i would do that one particular thing." draken said as he looked down at his feet. then he looked up at takemichi again saying things that makes takemichi shivered to his seat lightly.

"i'd kill kisaki."

"do you happen to know where my cousin's family would be naoto?" takemichi asked, as soon as they finished meeting up with draken. "takemichi-kun, i'm a detective, not a private investigator." naoto stated out. takemichi sighed. "how about you take a rest for the day, clear things out. tomorrow we resume where we left off." naoto cleared out.

at his house, takemichi sighed.

"your cousin and mikey got married until a year later she died due to a sickness." draken told takemichi while visiting. "y/n and mikey-kun were married?" takemichi asked, disbelief. then he saw something taped onto his front door. pulling it off, takemichi inspected the letter.

to hanagaki takemichi,

takemichi-kun, i am sorry for contacting you through this letter. the reason why is that our family has been targeted by toman and to ensure our safety, i am here to tell you that we are fine here somewhere people wouldn't find us. if you haven't know that y/n-nee-san died after a year married to manjiro-kun. and after nee-san died, manjiro-kun changed and making his old friends as his killing spree as if their life have no worth of living. kaa-san and touu-san have been informed by draken-san to move as far as we could because our life might be the next one in manjiro-kun's killing list. well i hope you won't waste your time searching for us and also, please move out of tokyo for your own safety.

-yuuki.

#sano manjiro #manjiro sano #mikey sano #sano mikey manjiro #sano manjiro x reader #sano manjiro x y/n #sano mikey x reader #tokyo revengers sano manjiro #manjiro sano x reader #manjiro sano x y/n #manjiro sano x you #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader

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sunflowersandsapphires · 2 months

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Waiting for the Storm

Prologue

Series Masterlist Chapter 1

pairing: Michael Kinsella x fem!Reader

summary: "If you spend your whole life waiting for the storm, you'll never enjoy the sunshine." -Morris West

When Michael's release day finally arrives, he isn't too optimistic about his future. The most he's hoping for is a relationship with his daughter and a new path forward. The world, however, has bigger plans for him after he meets a timid, yet lovely, children's book illustrator who has more in common with him than it seems.

warnings: swearing, emotional and physical abuse (very brief descriptions here but these will be recurring themes in this story), descriptions of prison, descriptions of family loss

a/n: Ahhhh! My first Mikey story because I FINALLY had inspiration. I am way too excited about this WIP so I really hope this lil tidbit gets y'all intrigued! The general vibes will be fluff and hurt/comfort because Mikey deserves to be comforted. I hope you all enjoy!

w/c: ~900

There was something comforting about the rain. Peaceful and cleansing. Water vapor rising unburdened by the impurities of the ground to the heavens and falling back again like a gift, washing away the sins below with every splattering drop.

When she was a child, the other girls bemoaned their hometown’s climate and constant precipitation. “Rain brings noise, and floods, and mud, and worms!” They’d lament to her after every storm. She never knew how to tell them that none of those consequences bothered her.

Floods were rare, and more a symptom of poor drainage systems than the rain itself. Mud was mostly avoidable, and easy to wash away. Worms were necessary for composting and agriculture, not to mention completely harmless.

The noise, well, this she understood. When she was a toddler the loud smashes of thunder and cracks of lightning terrified her too—scaring her under the covers night after night, hands clamped over her ears. But then her life became less quiet, and the storms were less loud by comparison.

See when your home is full of screaming, and crying, and the echoing slap of skin hitting skin, thunder is a lot more appealing. It’s easy to focus on. If you try hard enough, you can let it drown out the sounds of your father putting another hole in the drywall, of your mother’s car pulling out of the driveway for the last time—the tires screeching as she leaves you behind.

The spattering of rain against the windows became her anchor whenever the universe was kind enough to offer it to her. When her father rages around the house, destroying every trace of his estranged wife, she would lay in bed—eyes glued to the droplets splashing against the glass.

On the especially bad nights, she pictured a safe haven: a set of cliffs, composed of worn shale threaded with lush green grass. She could feel the cracked sandstone through the fabric of her pajamas as she sat along the edge. Fat raindrops drenched her scalp, trailing down her face, over her heavy eyelids and exposed collar bone. The ground beneath her grew increasingly damp, each swirl of water wafting the scent of petrichor towards her nose. Somewhere in the distance, waves crested over rocks—the sound getting lost in the patter of the rain.

As she aged, she continued to dream of this place. Throughout her tumultuous teenage years and every disagreement with her father. Each and every time she felt lonely after moving to another, sunnier, state for her bachelor’s degree.

The image was especially helpful as her relationship with Xavier turned sour. Every insult, threat, and smack fading into the drum of raindrops on rock. She’d lay awake at night, bruises blooming on her limbs, imagining the rain.

And it was the steady pounding of droplets on the roof that gave her the courage to pack her things and leave. Trekking across town, over multiple bus routes, until she stood her friendly coworker’s doorstep—soaked to the bone, and more unhurried than she’d been in years, all thanks to the rain.

Michael had never minded the rain. A symptom of living in Dublin his whole life, he supposed. When every other day brought a shield of clouds over the sun, you adjusted or you fled to brighter pastures.

He sure as hell didn’t mind it when he was in his cell, listening to the jeers and yelling of the other prisoners night after fucking night. The thrum of raindrops against cinderblock were a welcomed static noise.

At first, he was grateful for the solitude of his protected status. It gave him time to grieve the loss of his wife, to repent for his hand in her death. His stint in prison meant he was temporarily relieved of the burden placed on his shoulders by the family and it gave him time to grow and reflect.

But it also meant losing Anna, grieving and spiraling on his own for eight excruciating years, and being closer to his father than he’d ever wanted to be again. It meant that he’d lost everything that mattered, because he’d been too careless to protect it.

He missed freedom. He missed his family, his daughter more than anything. He missed fresh air, and hot water, and home cooked meals. He wanted to feel the wind against his chest, the rain on his face, anything but the stale breath of hundreds of other prisoners and the bite of the cool cement against his back as he drifted off.

His release day approached slowly, at first. But after the first few years, the days began to blend together. Seasons rolling by like a strip of film in a projector, bursts of green coming and going as the plants in the sparse outdoor yard sprouted and died. The tunnel was quickly ending, but he wasn’t yet sure if there was light at the end of it.

Regardless of what lay waiting for him outside of those gates, he’d regain his autonomy, he’d try to see Anna, he’d try to move forward.

This is what the rain sounded like, when it pounded against the foundation of the prison. It sounded like liberty, like family, like achievable peace.

If he could feel the rain again, he could keep going. And he would.

#michael kinsella #michael kinsella x reader #michael kinsella x you #mikey kinsella #kin rte #kin amc #kin bbc #charlie cox #mk #my writing #WFTS

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tenthdoctorstanbot · 2 years

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light-bringer

inspired by saturn - sleeping at last :)

tenth doctor x reader with v much angst

with shortness of breath, you explained the infinite; how rare and beautiful it is to even exist? i’d give anything to hear you say it one more time, the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes

you taught me the courage of stars, before you left

The cold metal floor of the dully lit TARDIS was a comfort. A weird kind of comfort. The kind that makes your insides feel heavy and upside down, the kind that you once told him you used to get from watching the summer rain in your twenties remembering how you used to dance in that rain, drunk under the influence, under age and under the stars.

It’s that painful kind of heavy heartache that makes the Doctor feel sick, but that’s why he’s on the floor, cheek pressed against the metal to cool him down, trying to very literally ground himself.

You used to loved doing that, taking to the floor when overwhelmed.

“Floor time.” You’d grumbled with a somewhat exasperated sigh when he walked in and raised that one confused eyebrow. “Ever just need a little bit of floor time?” You mumble, laying flat against the TARDIS floor. The Doctor panicked when he walked in and seen you on the floor, immediately worry striking through his body at the thought of you being hurt when he was out of the room, not keeping you safe for merely a second. Relief had flooded him, but concern was still present.

“Floor time?” He repeats, still confused but moderately amused now too. “Cant say i’ve ever had that, why?” He crouched down to look at you, shifting some strands of hair off your face with the backs of cold fingers. “Helps me regulate y’know? Sometimes everybody needs a little bit’a floor time.” You explain lazily, a little shy under the depth of the look in his chocolate brown eyes. “It’s like, the cold and…well i don’t know really it’s just, comforting?” Your eyes light up a little, “You could say it’s grounding!” You jest, making yourself giggle which makes the Doctors hearts sing, immediately smiling without even a thought.

He smiles so softly, looking at you with such adoration, but does pull out his screwdriver nonetheless. “Nope,” he pops, “You haven’t lost your marbles yet. Well, not all of them at least.” He sticks the screwdriver back into his pocket and taps your nose. “You laugh, but you haven’t even tried it. C’mon, it’ll make you feel better i bet.” You retort, patting the floor next to you. “Ahhhh no thank you. 900 years old, don’t him i need-”

The Doctor gets cut off mid sentence by you pulling him from the balance of his crouched position next to you onto his hands and knees. He sighs, but not in annoyance or inconvenience, in surrender as he joins you, cheek pressed again the metal so he can look into your eyes. “See, isn’t this nice?”

It is, he thinks, but not only because the cold is nice and the flat hard surface does bring him so form of soothing which he doesn’t understand, but much more importantly because you are still holding onto his hand. That’s more grounding and get mind boggling than this activity and the fact it works. He does feel better, whether thats the floor or you, he couldn’t know.

What a painfully human, mundane thing to do. Lie on the floor, holding onto your hand to afraid to let go in case he never gets that feeling again. It feels so human and he’s not sure why he enjoys it, he’s a man who always has to be on the move, always has to be challenged or stimulated mentally or physically all the time. How could this feel so good? So right, so perfect and so grounding. Looking into your eyes, chalk full of sparkles and adoration for the world and all the things he has and will continue to take you to see. The Doctor wants you to see every single thing that was beautiful in this universe so he can prove that you are more breathtaking than each and every sight you come across. You’ve always been amazed by the beauty that had been created by the universe, from the great waterfalls and wonders of the human world to stunning sights that the human brain could barely comprehend. He takes you to them all, because you mentioned offhandedly that you were chasing the brightest lights of the world, you wanted to see it all before you died.

“We only get one life,” you’d admitted once in the lateness of the night whirling through the universe in that blue police box, “And the universe has created all of these places, why shouldn’t we wish to see every single one of them?”

And then it’s the way your eyes sparkle at these places, the Doctor can still see it in his mind now as though it was still as in front of him as you are now laying flat on the floor. The way you look at them must resemble the way he looks at you, with stars and hearts and all of this amazement that no one can understand but he who sees it. It’s the same way he looks at you, in wonderment and disbelief that something this breathtaking could exist. The same way you look at him right now.

“Floor time,” he echos, pain vibrating out of his voice and bouncing off every wall like it bounces around inside of his body. But he shifts, sitting up with a heavy sigh as he leans the inside of his elbows on his bent knees and hangs his head down, letting the loose strands of his brown hair fall over his face. “Just not the same without you eh?”

When he lays down now and shuts his eyes, all he can see is you. A life cut short. He sees the fury of your bravery, the fire of your passion. He can see in his minds eye the way you used to defend him, the way you would throw yourself in front of him to protect him and he would scream, lose his mind that you could be so reckless. But you never cared, you would lay up in your bed, recovering for a week with his funky potions and his refusal to leave you alone and you would always say the very same thing at the end of it.

“It was all worth it for you, Doctor. And i’d do again in a heartbeat if it meant keeping you safe.”

Because that was you. Brave and loyal to a fault, courageous to the very core of your being. Even when you were scared, which you often were, with big wide eyes, swallowing thickly and trembling on the spot; you were brave. You still stood to fight, you still always carried on by his side, keeping him sane and good.

It would have been an understatement to safe you taught him courage before you life, taught him to be strong. But the one thing you could never teach him, even with all of your abundant lessons and all of the lights you carried; was how to live without you.

—

how light carries on endlessly, even after death

“Yes yes i’m coming, i’m coming love!” The Doctor chimes, hurrying on his coat to follow you out the bigger on the inside blue box as you bounce on your heels in the doorway waiting for him. “You really probably don’t need a coat.” You shrug, but he frowns a cheeky pout at that, “That’s an oxymoron, i either really don’t need it or i probably don’t.”

“Oh leave it out, alien man.” You snark back, with a roll of your eyes. He laughs, reaching out for your hand to take home in in his so you could lead him through the beautiful landscape to the little trail that would take you along under the waterfall into the little alcove behind it. It had such a stunning view.

Not many words are spoken between the two of you, just enjoying the moments of tranquility, with birds chirping and singing in the background and his hand in yours. It’s not often you get peace like this together in your life, so you’re enjoying it, taking it all in and embracing both the serenity of the surroundings and the beauty in getting to be together.

You could’ve swore you were already down bad for him, but the feeling you got flying through your stomach and up into your chest that day when he put his large hands on your waist while you were leaning over a rickety wooden fence to stick your hands under the water of the waterfall; it was like gasoline had just hit the burning match inside of you. You know he’s doing twit to be safe, so you don’t fall, but you never want him to let you go and he never wants to let go.

The Doctor gets caught up in your eyes when you turn around. All their glory, the hues that mix together to create the colour in which they shine, the way they change in the lighting, the way they have their very own light. This sparkle, this infinite light that sometimes makes the Doctor wonder if you really are fully human. How can you carry such light with you every where you go.

You are just special though. You were made for him. It was in some kind of long ago created destiny that you would be his most revered companion. It was just that, you were created to bring light into this world. Insofar as to light shining right out of your eyes.

He kissed you, that day. Soft lips on cold lips, your hands making his unruly hair stick up, his hands cupping your face the way he always wanted to. Impossible as it was, even the act of kissing you made him feel lighter, it made him happy, warm…loved.

Now there’s a hallow in his chest. Not one that he can ever quell with adventure nor with another companion. Nothing will ever fill that hole, that longing, aching, searing loneliness that has been torn into his existence.

“Travelling isn’t the same without you,” the Doctor says. Anyone might’ve thought he’d gone completely insane, speaking to no one on the top of a hill by a gentle water fall that you actually took him to visit. The few friends you had left were stood in the distance behind him, collected together in a group. But he stands separate, on the edge of the cliff, hands stuffed into his pockets with his toes in those grubby white converse poking over the edge. There’s a star in the sky despite the daylight, shining brightly between the clouds. “Nothing is the same with you, actually…can’t quite breathe y’know? Wish you’d just come back. Just to laugh at me again, tell me to behave. I’m trying to be politer now. Well,” he snorts, “You can imagine how that’s going. But you made me better, (y/n). You always make me better. I miss you.”

“Doctor,” Martha calls, “Come back from the edge?”

Come back from the edge. It’s such a simple statement, but he knows deep down it’s very multi faceted. “Yeah,” he mumbles, daring one glance down at the rocky water so deathly far down from him. He could just step over, and maybe he would get to be with you again? Maybe-

“Doctor.” She repeats, drawing a sigh out of him, prompting him to look up at that star one more time. “Yeah. I’m coming.”

—

“How fitting,” you breathe, watching as the sun sets over some unbelievable planet the sunsets stretching the incandescent colours across the entirety of its skies. Hues of purple, pink, red and orange striking you almost speechless, “I always did love the sunset.”

The Doctor pants, falling to his knees beside where you lay on the grass. “(y/n), please.” He begs, whimpering as tears collide with the sweat and blood on his face. He scoops you into his arms, pulling you into his lap flush against his chest. “I love you, please. Please.” He chokes out, “I need you.”

He raises his head to the sky, looking up to beg at whatever god or heaven is your there . “Please,” he whimpers, “Don’t take her from me, you can’t take her from me.” He screams up, “She. Is. Everything!”

“Stop it,” you whine painfully, “Doctor please, it’s okay. It’ll be okay. I’ll be okay.” Your breath jumps, blood still pouring out of your body, spilling over his hand that tries to stop it while the other holds onto your head. “Doctor look at me, I need y-you.” His ashen face finally looks at yours, even paler than he is, your life drying out beneath him.

But god do your eyes still sparkle brighter than anything he’d ever seen.

“I’m here,” he whispers, smoothing your hair out of your face, trying to ignore the way your chest jumps for desperate breath as your lungs fill with more blood and less oxygen. He can only imagine how badly it hurts to breathe right now. “I lo…I love you, Doctor. So much.” You blubber, tears slipping down over your face. “I’ve always loved you, i will always love you. You don’t ha-have to say-”

“I love you, (y/n) (y/l/n). I love you more than you’ll ever know. That’s why you can’t leave me, you can’t just leave me. I need you don’t you understand? You were made for me.” He hurries out, his entire body trembling with his voice as he begs you to stay. You both know that if you could, you would, but your painfully human body will not withstand this. It could never withstand these wounds.

How was he ever going to cope without you? How could he ever live this life without you?

“You lived pretty good before me, you know?” You used to say in response to his questions like that, a joking lilt in your voice. He would breathe that chuckle of his, but the Doctor knows it’s not the same. He wasn’t living.

He was surviving. And he doesn’t even know if he will be able to do that without you. It actually felt like he was dying, like everything that kept him alive, kept his hearts beating, his mind working, his soul moral…all of it was being ripped out of his being just as your life is being ripped away from you.

Ripped away from him.

Of course he survived before you, how could you ever have suggested that meant he could live without you? He didn’t know you then, didn’t even know what he didn’t have until he had it? Now he’s going to lose it, lose everything he could have ever wanted and everything he never even thought he could have.

How in the world can that ever be fair?

with shortness of breath, you explained the infinite

“I know now,” you rasp, “How rare and beautiful this universe is. It was made just to be seen by our eyes. I want…” you pause to suck in desperate breath, blood spluttering over your lips as you cough.

Not long left now, you think. You have to get him to hear you, to really listen and hear you. The last thing in the world that you want is for him to feel like this is the end of your story, or your existence with him. You will always be with him, he needs to know that.

“I want you to see that. How rare? One in hundreds of b-billions chances that we would meet. That doesn’t just die like we do. That never dies.” Your voice is fading, but that endless fiery light in your eyes has not gone. It will never be gone. Ever. Nothing, not even death, would be able to take that from you.

Or take it from him.

“Do you see it?” You whisper, eyelids hooded over tired eyes, face void of its colour. “Please,” he sobs, “(y/n) please, don’t leave me.”

“I’m not,” you insist weakly, “Do you see it, Doctor? The beauty of this? I’ll nev-never leave you.” He lets out a primal cry. “You are the most rare and beautiful thing i have ever known, how could anything ever compare to that? You are the light, i can’t see any of it without you.” He pleads.

“You have to,” you whisper, “Because light doesn’t die. Not like we do. I need you to see it all, for me? All the rarity and the beauty of this existence. You have to let me go.” He begins rocking you back and fourth. The sobs only get worse, gasping for his own breath now.

i couldn’t help but ask for you to say it all again, i’d give anything to hear you say it one more time; that the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes. how rare and beautiful.

“I love you so much, my beautiful, brilliant (y/n).”

“I love you too, Doctor. I’ll never leave you. J-just have to l-look up?” Your hand caresses his face, cold and weak. He drops his forehead to yours, savouring the last opportunity he will ever get to press his lips to yours, even if they are more chapped than ever and deathly colder than they should be.

How can he breathe? Will he ever be able to catch his breath again? You stole it front him when he met you, breathing him a new lease of life in return and now you had stolen that breath too, snatched it out of his lungs and he truly believes that he may die right here next to you as your entire body goes limp in his arms, eyes slipping closed after allowing him one more close look at the light, the fire in them that never left.

Your light would never die.

“Please,” he howls in pain, “Please say it again, please! I need- please. You can’t-you can’t be - (y/n).” He bellows, pulling you even tighter to him, trying to sit you up. Your head only falls backwards, horror striking through his heart as he realises there is nothing physically left of you. You’re gone. Your heart has stopped, your body has stopped. He rushes to support your head, caressing you like a porcelain doll that will shatter to nothingness in his arms. Holding you is all he has left in this moment, no matter how morbid it is as he sobs into your hair.

But he does look up, not even intentionally. Purely to let out the most anguished, primal scream of utter agony. His eyes were squeezed shut, but when they open his hearts cease to beat, seizing in his chest. It stops his entire being in his tracks.

Because there is a star, shining singularly in the sunset sky, almost brighter than even the sun that creates those breathtaking colours painted across the canvas sky. You are there, shining above him.

Your light never leaves.

Your light will never die.

how rare, and beautiful it is

…that we exist

#tenth doctor x reader #doctor who x reader #tenth doctor imagine #tenth doctor imagines #doctor who imagine #doctor who imagines #doctor who #tenth doctor angst

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coffeelovesdramasalatte · 1 month

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LITA Ep. 5 Rewatch Thoughts Part 2

Phayu is looking WAY too happy to be called a bastard

Idk this shot is just funny

AHHHH It's our other resident cutie!! I missed you Prapai <3 Also yay for P' Aon and P' Saifah my beloveds

The exchange between Prapai and P' Saifah is so funny and I wish we'd gotten to explore the twins' and Prapai trio more in the show. That would've been so fun! As it stands take a P' Saifah side-eyeing self-proclaimed VIP Prapai

Ah so P' Saifah did hear things last night (poor him). Also I'mma need everyone to stop calling Phayu names when all he does is be a SIMP

If the beast was actually a puppy, sure. I'm not sure these boys know how metaphors work.

Poor Sky's world is about to get a lot windier with turbulence. It's not time for us to talk about that yet though. Also peep the manga collection, I stan

HE EVEN SNEEZES LIKE A KITTY I CAN'T HANDLE THIS CUTENESS

P' Phayu you're hilarious - wdym germ-spreader as if you don't literally stick your tongue down his throat in circa 5 minutes

Man is really gunning to impress the in-laws - do you see this smirk?? He knows he's won their favor (at least Mama Rain's so far). Poor Rain can feel himself being replaced as the favorite son >.<

I just know Phayu's inner-self is SCREAMING rn at seeing his triangle being so treasured by Rain. This is probably what prompted that very "you are my fate and the heavens themselves brought us together and ilysm" musical number coming up later on. Also for the millionth time, Boss has v nice hands heh

I love how utterly hypnotized Rain looks every time Phayu gets close to him. obsessed with this set of expressions, actually!

Why is Rain saying 'mia' with that look on his face so powerful?? Phayu sir how did you hold back from immediately smothering his face with kisses bc I certainly couldn't be that strong

Phayu I'm going to slap you bc what is this behavior?

Rain is understandably not ok. Noeul did a spectacular job here of giving us subdued shock and realistic tearing up. Generally speaking, he's a good crier (even in ep 3 I think he portrayed it well without overdoing it).

I love how they gave us dramatic thunder in the background to really impart the gravity of the situation. Foley artist I continue to love u <3

They also really went hard with the triangle imagery in this episode, or maybe that's just me seeing things. I do love how Rain's first instinct to get out of any Situation is to grab Phayu's arm.

"It's time to stop studying each other." Yeah ok say it without looking at Rain's lips like 50 times first, coward

You can see the tear track and Noeul does this little nose twitch here that's giving me poor meow meow. Even Phayu couldn't resist touching

Rain: is this clown serious rn?? we're talking about the WEATHER???

The audacity?!

Rain looks so distressed here, my poor son :(

He finally breaks and we get to see that oh-so-adorable-only-for-Rain nose crinkle. Phayu is lucky he's so cute or Rain would've pouted for a lot longer

Rain just went at him with the softest pillow in his arsenal. He's too nice.

I know every single one of you went back to the shot earlier of his clearly unmarked back when you first watched this. I should know. I squinted for like 5 full minutes. Phayu you're a liar :(

Rain hits him some more, and Phayu says he's already won. I really think this man looks wayyyy too smug, someone (Rain) should do something about it.

And we're back to the neck cradling. I continue to admire how quickly Rain just loses himself (as shown by his suddenly very focused on Phayu's face gaze)

To the next part we go!! Lots of sweetness ahead :)

#love in the air #lita the series #phayurain #bossnoeul #lita rewatch thoughts

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moon-swag-tourney · 10 months

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Propaganda below!

Moon Knight

Moon Knight is an underrated character who's been around since the mid-70's, but has only recently gotten the more attention he deserves since the Disney+ adaptation. However, I am a firm comics supremacy believer and can attest he is even cooler in the comics. The current run (Moon Knight 2021) is the best he's been written in quite some time for example, as it's friendly to veteran fans and new fans alike!

Moon Knight is not your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man; he will fuck you up if you deserve it, and benefits from the fact that many villains are terrified of him.

Moon Knight is canonically Jewish, and though he is non-practising, it plays a major part in his story and identity.

It's also worth noting that Moon Knight has DID, with three identities: Marc Spector (host), Steven Grant, and Jake Lockley.

He's such an interesting and compelling character. The comics have spawned countless hilarious memes (I know you're here Dracula you big nerd wheres my money; random bullshit go; etc). The show was amazing, and Oscar Isaac acted his ass off

They are so cool; they're both canonically Jewish and have DID

One of the most unique superheroes out there due to being plural. Really cool, too.

I love him, your honor. I'd like to say more but the truth is I only watched the show and I will leave the propaganda to comics fans.

Looks to the Moon

I LOVE BIG SIS MOON AHHHH... she's literally so so sweet and perfect and i love her…

MY GIRL!!! She deserved so much better. She's one of the first of many MASSIVE supercomputers called iterators designed to solve a problem which her creators eventually gave up on any of them solving and thus was left behind to gradually fall into disrepair. Even though she appears as a small humanoid, iterators in their entirety are actually buildings full of machinery that have entire cities built on top of them.

As one of the senior iterators, Looks to the Moon, sometimes called Big Sis Moon, looks after her younger peers and is very caring towards her fellow iterators. Tragically, her kindness ultimately leads to her structure collapsing leaving her weak and with limited cognitive ability, but even then she is so sweet to the main character. You can bring her random items and she'll describe each one, even if it's just a rock or something. She also gives you advice whenever possible.

She's gone through so much and yet is still so incredibly kind please vote for her she deserves it

Looks to the moon is an iterator, a city-sized biomechanical supercomputer. When you meet her, she is trapped in the flooded and collapsed husk of her superstructure, barely alive. Despite this, she is warm and kind and will tell you about any object you bring her. Looks to the Moon also goes by the name Big Sis Moon, as she is the most senior iterator in the local group and views the other iterators in her care as younger siblings

Moon's the best! She's an iterator, a sentient supercomputer whose structure used to be so big it housed an entire city on top of it. However, the civilization that built her is long gone, and she and the other iterators were left behind, unable to die, unable to leave their structures. Imagine once being a god with an entire civilization relying on you for all their vital resources, only to be left behind, literally a mountain bolted to the ground, as the wildlife slowly takes over the land and your communications with the other iterator fail. Moon's little brother Five Pebble's couldn't accept this fate, and made some rash decicions. This badly damaged Moon's systems, causing her structure to come crashing down to the ground, and her to lose most of her memories and processing power. There's something magical in discovering her for the first time - this fallen Goddess taken over by rust, abandoned inside the giant ruins that used to be her body. Still, she's friendly, and should you be kind to her, she'll return the gesture. She doesn't have much, but she'll gladly give you company and tell you stories. She also still cares about her brother very much, even though he's the one to blame for her bad state.

Moon is a superintelligent AI called an Iterator. She's designed to (basically) help the lesser beings of the world escape samsara, along with the potentially thousands of other iterators. She was accidentally killed by her brother as he attempted to escape samsara for himself. She's the only character the player can meaningfully interact with, and she's very sweet and kind.

#looks to the moon #rain world spoilers #rain world #moon knight #marvel #poll #moon poll

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pancakes4two · 2 years

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ok here’s a little bit of dramaaaaa. sorry this isn’t the most cohesive blurb, it was hard to find good pics but hopefully you all enjoy regardless!

previous parts from this series can be found here!

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yourinstagram the making of fine line… not pictured are the countless all nighters pulled & redbulls consumed 😛

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kidharpoon way too many redbulls

harrystyles Fine Line is actually an album about sun, sex, and energy drinks.

jefezoff Hi @ harrystyles never say that to the press ever, please and thanks.

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harrysfinsta What does it taste like?

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yourfinsta 🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓 on a summer eveninnnnn

sarahsfinsta Beach bums

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yourfinsta always great to have your man stolen by stevie nicks for a few minutes every couple of years!!! i used to play silver springs on my speaker all the time to try and curse him with a bit of stevie magic so it feels very full circle every time i watch them sing together 💗💗💗 🪄🪄🪄#onenightonly #whatwouldstevienicksdo

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harrysfinsta I can’t believe you would openly admit that.

yourfinsta you could be my silver spring……. 🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶

harrysfinsta Closing my eyes and covering my ears now.

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deuxmoireader Harry Styles

harrystan1 ahhhh harry omg

harryfan2 if this is true love isn’t real wtf

harrystan3 honestly it probably is like fine line is such a sad album. i hope they’re both okay

yourinstagram i normally don’t like to comment on this stuff but it’s hard when your relationship is constantly scrutinized and analyzed under a microscope by so many people. h and i are okay. please remember that not every song he writes is from his own experience. hopefully we can all move on and appreciate the album for its storytelling and lyricism, instead of taking it at surface level to feed gossip headlines. love you all & thank you for caring, but rest assured we are all good! hope everyone is enjoying fine line ❤️

your finsta story:

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yourinstagram i still remember the first time i realized h was going to be a star. our sophomore year, right after he first got his license, we were driving down the freeway coming back from school when all of a sudden we got caught in a thunderstorm. one of those where you don’t really notice it coming, but it rains like hell before stopping just as abruptly as it started. h pulled over at the side of the road and put in a mixtape while we waited for the storm to pass.

i remember sitting there in the car of the boy i was starting to fall in love with, listening to him sing gerry rafferty and fleetwood mac to me and just thinking in that moment that the whole world was going to know his name one day. & today he just won his first grammy.

it’s been such a privilege to love & support him through it all. an even greater privilege to be able to share his beautiful heart with the rest of the world. ❤️

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yourinstagram sorry for being a sap. i’m not good with words either but i’m just so so so happy and proud!!!

jefezoff ❤️

harrystyles Couldn’t have done it without you.

yourmom Congratulations, H!!!!!!

#harry styles #harry styles fake ig #harry styles fake instagram #harry styles imagine #harry styles social media #harry styles x y/n #harry eras

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I love your wing au so much!!! I like to imagine Wind, Four and the other smaller members of the chain like to huddle under the wings of the bigger boys for warmth and comfort.

Do you have any other headcanons of the boys in your wing au to share?

AHHHH!!! Thank you!!! I'm so glad you're enjoying it so far!!! But oh my god yes!!! They for sure cuddle and huddle under the bigger boys wings all the time! Some more willingly than others tho lol 😂

But of course! I ALWAYS have more headcanons to share I'm so glad that you asked!

Linked Universe Winged Au Headcanons:

Time - I briefly went over this in the Preening post I made a little while back, but Time is oftentimes kind of the "safety net" for the other boys. Whether it's helping them hide from the wrath of the other members of the group or simply staying awake through the night to make sure they rest, Time is always there to support and catch his boys whenever and however they need him. However, he very rarely is the one to initiate physical contact and prefers to simply wait for the others to come to him. This is because he can have a tendency to be a bit overbearing and overprotective, and after the incident with Wind, he's had to learn to step back a little and trust that his boys will come to him when they need him. Because of this, he only initiates contact when he deems it absolutely necessary. He's also got the biggest wings in the group by far which makes him perfect for cuddles and an excellent shield from the rest of the world for those hidden beneath them.

I also headcanon that he secretly really hates the rain. He may have the Song of Storms at his beck and call, but it turns out that giant, soggy wings combined with heavy armor isn't very pleasant to try to travel, fly, or fight with. However, despite his own general dislike of the rain, he does not hesitate to sacrifice himself and his wings to be an umbrella of sorts for others in the group, especially the younger ones.

He's also VERY good at climbing trees. The guy grew up in a magic forest with a giant tree for a dad of COURSE he's good at climbing trees. The first time he beat Wild in a race left the rest of the group in complete and utter awe. He may be the oldest of the Links, but he's still got plenty of tricks up his sleeves.

Twilight - Twilight is the ultimate big brother and no you cannot change my mind. However, this means that he does have the big brother tendency to give noogies whenever he hugs people and overall just abuses his larger size to flop all over the others. Basically imagine that scene with Nani in Lilo & Stitch where she falls on top of Lilo claiming that gravity was increasing on her. That scene combined with the energy from large dogs who are convinced that they are actually lap dogs. That's Twilight. He's got a lot of love to give and often makes great efforts to ensure that everyone gets it regardless of their protests or if they actually want it at the moment. However, even though he does tend to show his affection in sometimes sillier ways, he can be very serious and will not hesitate to either push the others out of harms way or literally pull them closer under his wings when needed. In other words, while he's a bit of an overgrown puppy at times, he's also got a powerful bite to match his bark.

As for random headcanons, I headcanon that whenever Twilight gets wet he has a subconscious tendency to shake out his hair and/or wings like a dog. Gone for a swim? Shake. Coming inside to get out of the rain? Shake. Someone threw a bucket of water at him? Shake. While overall a harmless quirk, it has resulted in a lot of laughing (Wild) and cursing (Legend) from the others. He always tries to claim that he does it because he's just trying to get an early start on preening and drying off (no one believes him).

Sky - Sky is an absolute MASTER when it comes to cuddling. No one can resist his charm and those that try often find themselves gently persuaded under his wings regardless. He's got very large, fluffy wings that make cuddling ideal and has a tendency to "scoop" the others under his wings. He also has a habit of treating everyone who comes to him as his, "baby birds" regardless of their age or size. While it is very cute to see younger members like Wind or Hyrule tucked under his wings, it does make for a very funny sight when he does it to Time or Warriors. On top of that, Sky is also well known for his "magic wings" that can make anyone fall asleep when huddled beneath them.

A silly little headcanon I have about Sky is that he oftentimes "fluffs up" whenever he wakes up or falls asleep. It usually makes his hair, wings, and overall appearance appear very disheveled and the others like to tease him for it, especially since he's one of the main Links who insists on preening the others.

He also really likes fish. No other explanation for it other than he never had the chance to try it before leaving Skyloft and is equally fascinated and horrified by all the different varieties.

Warriors - I headcanon that he's not actually a huge cuddler the majority of the time! However, he does secretly love it whenever Time silently pulls him under his wings. This is because I believe Warriors generally has a hard time asking for help due to his history as a military leader where any sign of weakness can risk causing doubt or disloyalty within troops. On top of that, he also has the, "I'm the hero" complex which means that he generally prefers to help and comfort others rather than ask for help or comfort in return. Because of this, he loves it when the others (especially Wind) come to him and tuck themselves into his side because he gets to feel needed while still secretly finding and receiving comfort in return. The rest of the group know this, so they often purposefully position themselves near him to subtly help him whenever they can tell he's especially stressed or upset.

I headcanon that Warriors is actually an excellent musician, especially when it comes to the violin. Everyone always talks about how Legend is an excellent musician, but I feel like no one considers the possibility of other members of the group also having musical talents. Also he's a momma's boy. You take one look at that man and tell me you DON'T think he was a momma's boy. In this essay I will-

Legend - Legend is a prickly little shit when it comes to cuddling. He generally pretends that he doesn't like it when in reality his inner child is SCREAMING for someone to look after him for a change. However, instead of confronting those emotions like a mature individual he usually chooses to project them onto the younger members of the group instead. He's been nicknamed the "broody hen" of the group for this behavior as it often results in him being especially prickly and almost possessive of the others, especially Hyrule and Wind. However, when he IS forcibly pulled under wing he has a tendency to essentially "burrow" like a rabbit into the other persons side. He does in fact, hate that he does this as it reminds him of his "cowardly bunny heart" but the others all secretly find it adorable.

Legend's handwriting is HORRIBLE. He may be able to SPEAK several languages, but writing them is a whole other story. I also headcanon that this is due in part to him developing some sort of hand tremor that started when he and his ship got blasted with lightning in Links Awakening. He's trained himself to not let it affect his fighting skills, but writing is ROUGH.

Hyrule - Hyrule absolutely soaks up physical affection like a sponge. He's basically been alone his entire life and has had countless monsters chasing him for his blood for the majority of his life let him have his rest and hugs. Because of this, he absolutely adores cuddling and being cuddled in return! However, even though he loves it when others comfort and preen him, he finds it a bit frustrating that the others don't often come to him for comfort in return. He knows that they (usually) won't hesitate to come to him whenever they need his magic for physical healing, but it does hurt his feelings a bit that they don't often come to him for emotional healing. He's a bit like Wind in that regard where he wishes that they would trust him more.

As for silly headcanons, I'm a firm believer that Hyrule would eat sidewalk chalk if given the opportunity. I can't exactly explain why, but I feel like he would because he believes that sidewalk chalk and Smarties taste the same.

Wild - Wild is a bit of a complicated case in the way that he will gratefully accept any and all hugs and cuddles, but rarely asks for them. Listen, the guy may be able to speak after losing all his memories but some more personal things like asking for help are still a work in progress. Because of this, he loves it when other people are able to read him and determine his needs simply from what they see. However, because he loves this so much he will sometimes purposefully act out or behave in such a way that he knows will get the others to fuss over him rather than simply ask for cuddles. This is usually expressed in his preening habits or his general rough housing and teasing with the other members of the group.

I headcanon that he occasionally dreams of his past life before the Calamity. He very rarely actually remembers what it is his brain was trying to show him, so it often leaves him more upset than before he went to sleep because he feels like a failure for, "forgetting them twice."

On a less angstier note, I also headcanon that he would be stupidly good at Legos. Like, you know those kids that would build everything EXCEPT what they were "supposed" to build with the sets they received? That's exactly how Wild would be.

Four - Four is NOT a big fan of physical affection despite the others many attempts. He's a very independent person and often feels overwhelmed or claustrophobic when the others try to pull him in too close. The rest of the group have found that the best way to show physical affection towards him is through pats on the back/shoulders and hair ruffles rather than the usual flurry of feathers and hands. However, Four does love cuddling when he's split into well...Four individuals. He's much more comfortable cuddling with his other counterparts (and shadow) so it's a big adjustment getting used to the rest of the group all also trying to get close. He is getting better though! Right now his favorites are Time and Warriors because they keep to themselves and don't ask any hard questions.

I headcanon that Four is just perpetually cold. This guy does NOT handle the cold well and always has frozen toes and hands. The others complain about this often because he likes to touch them with his frozen limbs. Time is the most frequent victim of this.

Wind - This guy LOVES any and all kinds of physical affection EXCEPT for preening. He finds a lot of comfort in others tucking him under their wings and looking out for him, but hates it when others underestimate or try to coddle him because of it. He also finds a lot of joy in being a source of comfort for the others because he loves feeling needed and getting opportunities to be a "big" brother makes him feel like a real hero. As a warning though, he does have a tendency to tackle his victims he wants to cuddle with and even occasionally succeeds in full on knocking them over. He also kicks in his sleep. Sky discovered this the hard way.

As for other headcanons, I saw someone who reblogged one of my polls said that he puffs his feathers up a lot to appear bigger or more intimidating because he's seen it work with Time and Twilight. So yes, he does do this it's canon now but it's not very effective.

I also headcanon that Wind tends to flap his wings repeatedly whenever he gets really excited! It is very cute but there have also been many causalities as a result of this.

Bonus:

Ravio - He LOVES physical affection and has quite literally broken down Legend's house and emotional walls. He also frequently mimics sounds and voices and yes he does use this to bother Legend. Legend no longer trusts the sound of knocking because he assumes it's just Ravio messing with him. The tax collectors trying to contact him were not amused.

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thoughts on good omens? go!

ahhhh its like watching a married couple act like a married couple then repeatedly deny being married. i got so attached to them, they're my dads. crowley loves plants, he's a hopeless romantic who loves cheesy rain kiss scenes, he has unexplored feelings of self loathing, heaven is undeserving of him. aziraphale loves crowleys eyes, he'll never sell a book, he recognises the broken system but is so naive he believes he can fix it. they tried to raise a kid, wrong kid tho. found the kid, saved the world. fun! they're silly, they get up to silly antics, aziraphale pitied job, crowley was tiny once, they did magic and did NOT get discorporated. also nazi zombies??? there are LESBIANS. BEAUTIFUL, MIDDLE AGED, COFFEE SHOP RECORD STORE LESBIANS. there is ineffable bureaucracy, they go to Alpha Centauri, all seems well. then my parents get divorced. I AM A CHILD OF DIVORCE. I'VE BEEN RIPPED APART FROM THE INSIDE OUT, AND NEIL GAIMAN SITS IN HIS ARMCHAIR LAUGHING LIKE A MAD MAN

#good omens? oh yea great show 10/10 would cry again #snail's asks #snail answers #good omens #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #ineffable divorce #:(((#mitch tag <3

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Can i request a fluffy fic for Karno x goddess reader where they have a happy ending?

"Petals on your head"

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: AHHHH I'M BACK AND I'M SO PROUD OF THIIIS

Your laughter echoed like the chirping of the Sparrows and the Wrens, as if dawn had called you to sing along with those birds. And you were running and running around the bushes, that harbored blooming rose of the softest pink in sight and touch.

Karno laughed as he chased after you, the young man's heart beating fast, his youth giving his smile two twin dimples.

You ran and crouched down, stifling your laughter you listened to his footsteps. Someone passing by would shake their head. They'd say that teenage love was unruly and melodic, waking up the dawn itself, and traveling along with the morning sunlight, drying the dump earth from the nighttime and causing it to overflow with purity.

You ceased to hear his footsteps and you smiled, a mischievous smile of a girl who felt like the queen of the skies at the passing of her fifteenth birthday. Still crouching, you tried to crawl and move away, to change your hiding spot so Karno wouldn't find you.

Your heart was beating quickly... Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed your waist and pulled you gently, but you yelped and cried out in surprise. The two of you tumbled backwards, Karno on his back and your own back on his chest.

Your fall made the fallen rose petals flutter and sway in the atmosphere, the breeze you created causing them to rise a little from the soil, before falling back down like velvet, rosy rain.

You laughed, his voice deeper than it was two years ago, but lighter than it'll be two years later. He was growing up into a man, though you didn't notice. You'd watch him so closely everyday, there was no sudden and impressive change. He... Was always perfect to you and filled up your stomach with butterflies, like the ones one would read in novels.

You shifted and sat up and he did so too right after you. You giggled, as you turned to stare at him and he smiled brightly, his face an alliance of youth and maturity.

"There are petals on your head." He said and chuckled, reaching out a hand to brush them off and you laughed. "You're one with the garden."

In your eyes, nothing changed... Even as years went by...

Youth slipped through your fingers like air and soil, yet you still could not tell the difference in your lover's appearance. They all say you've matured and grown, yet when you look at each other, you cannot recall a different face.

It was true though, you both had changed... Your voices got deeper, you were now taller and your bodies were fuller. Your minds changed too. You grew to understand the world around you much more, saw all the golden and the rusted. All the iced and burnt. But one thing remained unchanging...

Your hearts.

Karno walked behind you. He wasn't running and his footsteps were heavier and he wrapped a hand around your waist, pulling you to him, so your back was in contact with his body. "There are petals on your head." He chuckled and in his chuckle, you could hear a glimpse of your past and your teenage love, which matured like fine wine over the years. "You're one with the garden." He said, a lighthearted laugh breaking out of his lungs, like a feather through the railings of a locked caged.

You chuckled and turned around to face him, remaining in his warm and gentle hold, as he brushed off the soft pink petals form your hair. You reached a hand out to a nearby bush and picked a ripe and reddish raspberry. You brought it to Karno's lips and he parted them, allowing you to feed it to him.

He chewed with a smile and once he swallowed, he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I love you... My dear wife."

#scm #star crossed myth #fanfic scm #scm fanfic #scm karno

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spoilers

since mr gaiman said we could maybe write our notes as we watch each episode i’m going to start doing that because i need to understand what happened the whole season LMAO im so distracted by ep*s*d* s*x

Episode 1 – The Arrival

The thing Crowley is holding looks like the thing he used to stop time

His hair is GORGEOUS

He’s so bubbly and wholesome

Aziraphale didn’t know he was helping to make the stars

This is why Crowley wanted so badly to go to the stars with Aziraphale last season

Crowley sort of refers to Aziraphale as kind of below him? Like rank-wise (note Aziraphale is a cherub?)

Aziraphale looked so hopeful introducing himself to Crowley then he doesn’t even tell him his name LMAO

HIS EXCITED SQUEAL

Is this how he wanted to watch the world go in season 1? From space with Aziraphale?

Not aziraphale thinking Crowley was referring to him with the “look at you, you’re gorgeous”

“and I think you’ve done an excellent job” shoot me now

So this is what Crowley is like with a will to live (JOKING)

“stars everywhere” didn’t he say that in the “what are they putting in bananas these days”

Help the music sliding down when aziraphale breaks the news I didn’t notice that before

Crowley’s face

‘call it a nebula’ HE’S SO PROUD OF IT

‘if I was the one running it all’ *immediately looks around nervously*

‘how much trouble can I get into just for asking a few questions’ honey you’ve got a big storm coming

THE STARS RAINING AND THE WING AHHHHHH

Love David tennant getting his name before Michael sheen in the credits

We didn’t see the blimps or raining rabbits in this season – s3?

Switched little sign thingies

THE SIGN CROWLEY WROTE ABOUT CLOSING TIMES AHH

“hello Maggie” HIS VOICE IS SO GENTLE

“what if I were to take these Shostakovich records without paying for him” HE SAYS IT SO MISCHIEVIOUSLY

Also I love some of shostakovich’s pieces

“I’m very good at forgiveness, it’s one of my favourite things” PARALLEL TO “I FORGIVE YOU” RAHHH

I like how you can see crowleys eyes behind his sunglasses

“frozen peas” he’s not letting down his man aziraphale

She has her order memorized AHRIOAA

Head empty no thoughts goob intro

HELP ME THE BARE HUG SQUEEZE I WOULD RATHER DIE

STOP LOOKING UP AND DOWN AZIRAPHALE

‘near one particular person’ ‘no certainly not’ bffr

Was the something terrible thing heaven hunting him down

His smirk at “his royal smugness is in trouble that’s so sad” AHHHH

“you’re funny. I love you” hello?

The fly in the box heh

Aww his face after ‘what box’

I will die for Muriel

TONE OF VOICE

“go back a long time’ ok

‘because there’s a naked man there?’ JEALOUSSSS

“is it something I can help you with?’ JEALOUSSSS

So like we were right about Crowley eating/drinking really fast

“purely selfish action’ not very angelic of you

I wonder what the rest of his keys are for

HIM PUTTING HIS GLASSES ON THE HORSE LMAO

“ask him properly” I jumped

“I am dusting” HE JUMPED LMAO

Dartmoor sherlock reference I see you

Arguing 25 minutes into the show I see

‘precious, peaceful, fragile’ man

‘if you refuse to help me you’re at liberty to go’ paralleling ep*s*d* s*x is gut wrenching

“no, I would love you to help me” im crying he really is picking up the pace

How long was that blue car out there for

Ngl him smiting everywhere was kinda

“you’re misunderstanding me uriel” “im understanding you very well. You think somebody should be giving orders and that someone is you” PARALLEL TO THE END

I unironically love Michael

Crowley looks so tired in his Bentley :(

For a sec I thought we were going to get traitor traitor Crowley

The way he sprawls lmao

Beelzebub trying to find the man theyre down bad for lmao

The way they converse comfortably instead of Crowley being afraid of Beelzebub

Aww Maggie being sheltered :(

GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY

“theres only room for one of us in this lane and it’s not you” crying

I love how nina remembers people based off their coffee order – That’s Mr Six Shots of Expresso

“my bad” aww

The way he was listing when he did the I was wrong dance WHAT HAPPENED

Were those the years of the flashbacks I’ll check later (1650, 1793, 1941)

I love the dance I need the backstory

“very nice” rolling

“together” im crying

Parenting is going well

‘it would barely move the dials’ okay

They look so determined

Their smiles when they thought they did the miracle right aww

And theres the end of the episode folks what do we think

#this is for my use lmao #might be interesting for other people to see as well #please tell me your thoughts i can't hold this in forever #not me being the only friend with prime none of my other friends have watched it :(#i have a class tomorrow with my favourite teacher who's already watched it can't wait to lose our minds together #good omens show #crowley good omens #aziraphale good omens #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #good omens spoilers #spoilers #go2 spoilers #ready to marry anyone who diligently tags spoilers

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