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m1rafaye · 17 days
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VERBATIM (what lies beneath)
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Did some quick refs for my group of idiots that i’m writing a story about! i’ve had them for awhile, but only recently did I have the smidgen of courage to share them!
Hopefully I can share more ab them, please ask me anything about them I will talk about my kids‼️
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starmanbyler · 4 months
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every rewatch i realise i actually love s1 steve
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lunasohma · 8 months
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part xi: Fantastic Mr. Yorishima
[ a twist of lemon / bakery au tag ]
[ << neighborhood tour gone wrong / chapter list ]
[ ao3 / ff.net ]
It’s a pestilence. Seiji goes to the woods.
warnings: blood/injury, exorcist-y happenings
“Natori-san, what’s the matter? You look so down.”She is kind, is Miss Sasada.
Natori-san seems to catch himself and regains his professionalism. “Ah, it’s nothing. Our new tree—” A stuttered twitch of the serving tray.
The young woman turns in her chair, but she can only see what anyone would see. “It’s lovely!” And it is. A white, fluffy, overflowing cherry tree.
“It is, isn’t it?” Natori-san’s voice is tenderly strained. Sasada looks back at him with a little frown.
“I look forward to Matoba-san’s cherry desserts,” she says lightly. At that, he can’t help but brighten.
“Yes, they’ll be quite something! Thank you for doing so.” He smiles, genuinely. “Now, what else can I get for you?”
The signs of a spreading blight started to show during their open hours. Nyanko-sensei scampered through the back door, the fur along his spine raised and tail puffed twice its size.
Fortunately, the sickness was contained to the tree itself. Still, as a precaution, they decided to close early.
Le Petit Chaton is closed for yard maintenance.
Takashi with Sensei atop his head, circles the tree. A young thing, but it is large enough. Trees take to their property as usual. From Yorishima’s arbour.
Shuuichi slips his glasses off and hands them to Seiji. “See anything?” For Shuuichi, it is a dark distortion just in his periphery.
Seiji shakes his head. “A perfect tree.”
Sensei hops through its branches, scowling. He bounds for the ground, nose wrinkled something fierce.
“Horrid!”
“Sensei… you shouldn’t have eaten that.”
“I won’t!”
“But you already—”
Seiji goes to get saucers of water and milk. And some sugar cubes for good measure.
Takashi and Nyanko-sensei proceed to paint a picture for them. Literally.
Well, technically it’s a doodle of their tree. A violent spattering of inky pawprints dot all the branches and the trunk.
Seiji will post it on the refrigerator.
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“I’ve never seen anything like them.” Takashi frowns. “I’m sorry, I just don’t know what to do.”
“That’s fine, Takashi.” Shuuichi smiles. “We’ll ask Yorishima-san.”
Seiji sets off by himself because he wants to; Shuuichi is none the wiser.
He is on his way to Yorishima’s arbour with a hand-drawn map that he’s still skeptical of and a jar of nothing for his trouble.
Takashi uncups his hands as Nyanko-sensei steadies the glass jar between his paws. His gaze is as narrow as his cat’s until the jar is capped and sealed. The slip of paper to finish.
‘Safe,’ he reassures them with a smile. ‘Good luck, Seiji-san.’
A train trip is lovely, actually, especially with a picnic lunch packed by Shuuichi. A galette—not saying peace offering—though it will be cool, is tucked underneath everything.
But Yorishima meets him at the remote station. Seiji can’t help but think of a crane or some other long-legged waterfowl. One limb ever tucked into himself. Gaze removed yet acute. And so still.
They do not have long to walk, Yorishima explains. This is not the Yorishima family estate, the one full of old recipes and sleeping seeds. But instead, this is Yorishima’s place.
Seiji is thus warned.
Bowl of blackest ink. Horse-hair paintbrush. Stone mortar and pestle. Knife.
These are the items lined up on the table. A process might be deduced if Seiji knew more. He wonders if Shuuichi knows.
Outside, there are the trees, of course.
And inside, wood.
Drawers and cupboards of all sizes. They are up the walls to the ceiling. Black iron knobs and drawer pulls and latches and hinges.
All shut.
Seiji feels a kindred spirit somehow. His kitchen is similarly tidy. Safety, and that.
Yorishima has Seiji hold out his hand, palm up, over the low table, and he poises the brush over Seiji’s skin. The circle and all its intricacies appear and the brush is still at the start.
But Seiji’s palm is wet.
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“Do you taste like a cherry tree?” So mildly. He doesn’t wait for Seiji’s answer as he tips the jar into his open hand.
It is a profusion of legs—house centipede on the drywall, spider strung from its web. Tangle and scrabble, scrape along Seiji’s palm with just a bit of a bite. Then it’s all gone. It has fallen from his hand.
It is uncanny, he’ll think later. The sudden absence of sensation. Click-tick-ticking cursorial limbs that he was never supposed to hear, knowing that they should echo on the lacquer of the table. His senses so sharp, suddenly tricked.
Blinded.
Something that is not there, but was. And is still, because he knows it is.
A shiver goes through Seiji as he is pulled from that world back to his own.
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Yorishima brings down the jar with a lightning quickness and seals it up tight again.
“Stay in there, why don’t you?” The smile is wolfish.
Yorishima’s back is to him as he scans his supplies. He only opens one compartment at a time; Seiji can only wonder if it’s on account of his arm. Pressing his fingertips to one small door, pressing his ear to a drawer a meter in length, he stalks his room with intent. Again, the kindred spirit.
The knife is left, but Seiji doesn’t have to wait for long.
Yorishima returns to the table with a small handful of ingredients for all his activity. Into the mortar. Then he picks up the knife by its blade.
Seiji is no stranger to blood. After all, there are knives in his kitchen. But this is something altogether different. Yet he feels the need to sit still and watch.
Some test to pass. Some trial to best.
“That tree is mine, after all. This should remind them of that.” Conversational.
Is it an age before he sets down the knife?
Seiji only starts when Yorishima pushes the mortar and pestle across the table. Holding up his dripping hand as the excuse.
“Do I need to right away?”
“Excuse me?”
It’s not a yes, so Seiji produces a clean linen from his picnic basket and goes over to Yorishima’s side. The cut is remarkably clean, he admires, for how it was administered. The familiar motions of his kitchen guide his hands. A sure knot with sure pressure.
Yorishima seemingly makes his mind up about something.
“Don’t tell him, but the arm is plenty competent. But I don’t like to use it. So what am I going to do when it’s attached to me.” Like he’s talking of bothersome span of weather.
Seiji’s never had to parse such a collection of words. It is like traveling through the woods.
A starling’s song calls him through.
“I hope to never understand that,” he says simply. Seiji would still find a way in any case and Shuuichi would help him too. Just as Seiji would him.
“Not bad.”
“You should know, Yorishima-san. It’s your recipe.”
“My mother would always add extra vanilla. It plays nicely with the almond flavor.”
“I see. Next time, then.”
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[ chapter notes, if you are interested! ]
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daearrivers · 5 months
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🎨 plays with killer dolls
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i can only assume i know who said this but so what..what about it???
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handelingit · 2 years
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In my HCs, every member of LH got their own family. Had these characters for years but I think this is the first time I’m posting a drawing of Sherman’s dad. I care for him dearly. For a long, long time he was a single father doing his best I love him, I live for him, I would die for him. Kinda felt like I did after this drawing it took so much effort KNDKDMDM
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georgeeehd · 2 years
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I genuinely would not have thought he did it privately as well. Like I thought it was just to get his fans to chill out. Hate that I actually have to like wilbur now
imo it’s not just a “calm down fans” thing for wilbur because he probably recognized how unfairly dreams been treated early on, and one thing about wilbur is that when something bothers him, he’s really good at calling it out. in public or private
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m0on-shro0m · 9 months
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PRINCIPAL G!
(This is Grian in “Once Upon A Yandere” which is a series by SirCutieYuki aka the same Yuki as in Yandere High School by Samgladitor. Yuki still makes Minecraft Roleplays and I highly recommend his content for anyone who wants that saucy Minecraft lore
Once Upon A Yandere is an old series, of course, and so much better as the triggering topics were handled a lot better. That is just my opinion though.
I just really adore Principal G so much as a character. )
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ryebreadlord · 2 years
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Bobby Nash is the ideal man!
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chik00rita · 10 months
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it makes me so sad that Richie still wears his wedding ring :(
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fairy-isa · 11 months
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Y’all ever have such a pink and white room and I’m talking five year old girl unicorn loving strawberry Ice cream room LIKE A DREAM FOR A LITTLE GIRL FILLED with nothing but bunny’s,teddy bears, and baby penguins plushies to the point where when you have that one friend WHO IS THE TOTAL OPPOSITE comes over it pisses you kinda off because they look so out of place like bro your literally wearing all black and chains I mean ITS TOTALLY COOL like shit your cool like respect to all my metal heads out there I love you support ✊ but like when you come over can you please at LEAST wear a pink BRACELET PLEASEEEEE AND LIKE I ALWAYS HAVE TO CONVINCE THEM by saying things like
“you know it can take a real man to wear pink” in the most nicest voice knowing damn well I’m screaming on the inside and bro it takes everything in me to not get mad so I just smile and nod when I know damn well I wanna have a dramatic tantrum in the middle of my room start hitting my pillow like a five year old when they say no,NO? but I don’t say any of this I just say “oh okay that’s fine you don’t have to”
I LOVE HIM TOTAL SWEETHEART AND ALL A LITTLE DUMB BUT HES A GREAT FRIEND BUT MAN PLEASEEEEE AT LEAST A HAIR TIE PLEASEEE
so has this happened to you?💗✨🎀☺️
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ssreeder · 2 years
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Aw man what an absolutely delightful update!!! IROH UPDAAAAAAATTTTTEEEEE!!!!! I also have enjoyed the break from Sokka pov still just because I still think getting the outside view on the situation is so fun also healer for the win but for real when is someone gonna send a letter to Katara this poor girl </3 and Aang too, also rip to seeing the prisoners probably next chapter and rip to Sokka's slow steps towards regaining stability, gone now -Suki Anon
I’m glad you liked it!!! Iroh is interesting to write because he is calm & wise & all those other qualities but he was a rather cunning & ruthless general once,, who joked about storming BSS and taking over the city…. So I know he has that ability inside him.
Losing Zuko would have changed him just like he changed after losing Lu Ten, but it’s not completely clear in what way he was changed exactly. I’m sure we will find out the more as his character is explored :)
Morrak really is the MVP of RIA, the forest lesbians are spiritually high-fiving him.
It’s only been two days, going on three & we get to spend the entire next chapter in camp with everyone so I’m sure a lot of things (like letters & war plans) will be figured out.
Hopefully….
:D
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spookyboywhump · 1 year
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Thinking about Andrew and how he’s constantly getting bitten by his patients and other medics will roll their eyes and tell him it’s his own fault because they always have the option to muzzle them if they’re being like that but Andrew just. Can’t bring himself to do that.
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mysterystarz · 1 year
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i’m so increasingly frustrated but hey if it’s one thing i make a man break his diet for me
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Rewatching the crossover episode with Lone Star and I find it interesting that the first opportunity we see Eddie talking about himself to other people, he brings up his two favorite people: Christopher and Buck.
And by interesting, I mean telling.
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nekophy · 3 months
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AdamsApple? 👏
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theharlotofferelden · 8 months
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Genuinely loved the experience of being at camp for the first time and seeing all the companions with their tits out like they're all gonna go clubbin or some shit
Then there’s Gale
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Who's just. So utterly swagless that his clothes smell like dusty old books. My man doesn't give a fuck about the drip he's getting his ass ready for bed
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