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the milf comedy acting emmy sweep 2022 is so incredibly important to me and more importantly to aarp
#riss speaks#jean smart#sheryl lee ralph#jennifer coolidge#laurie metcalf#gimme an ocean's seven that's just them + michelle yeoh + lisa ann + angela bassett and i'd spend every penny
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i was on the floor looking through old pictures of me and my siblings and then never grow up turned on and now im sobbing
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b4 i sleep i need to say that rereading dragonmist's time & other hazy concepts on ao3 while sleep deprived @ 5 in the morning is a choice™ i do not regret and will def redo in the future <3
#quite an unsual rec but reading this train of conscious fic got me thinking abt how being out of time's touch just *works*#also hehe genderfluid riss my beloved#<3#personal.txt#mod lee speaks stuff
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Warm Me Through
Captain Rex x reader
Summary: If this cold and miserable planet has taught Rex anything, it's that he's most definitely more warm blooded. The fact that you seem to have taken a liking to his new armour makes the cold slightly easier to endure though.
Word Count: 1k
C/W: absolutely none
A/N: Guess who's back from the fucking dead lmao. This one's short and sweet, just some good old tooth rotting fluff with our favourite boi🩵
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Kamino wasn't always sunshine and rainbows - actually it never was. But Rex would still take the constant wind and rain of Tipoca City over this bitting cold any day.
White snow spread as far as the eye could see, all the trees and bushes coverd in thick sprinkling layers of it. The cold wind licking up the sides of his armour, somehow managing to seep through all his thermal layers and freezing him from the inside out.
Yes, this planet was officially his least favourite so far.
Annoyingly, you didn't seem to be suffering half as much. Despite the numbing cold you’d been in an unusually good mood today, all smiles and giggles.
And Rex couldn’t for the life of him figure out what there was to be so happy about. In fact is was starting to get on his nerves. Every time you talked, looked, or so much as mearly glanced over at him, you broke your usual ‘jedi general’ front and started giggling and grinning like a cadet.
The first couple of times he’d brushed it off, thinking it must've just been a coincidence. But after you do it one time too many, he’s starting to get suspicious.
He trudges through the snow up to you, datapad in hand and ready to brief you on the status of the recon team that had just touched base . As soon as he calls yor name, you turn to look at him, cheeky smile instantly spreading on your face.
Of course.
He tries to ignore it, finially coming to a stop in front of you and clearing his throat ready to debrief you when he glances up at you, cutting himself off and doing a doble take when you notices your pathetic attempt at concielling a smile.
He glances around quickly to make sure nobody is within earshot before he's leaning closer to you and whispering exasperatedly
“Why do you keep kriffing looking at me like that??”
You try to further straigthen the smile on your face, failing miserably when you eyes betray your amusment
“What do you mean? Looking at you like what?”
“Oh you know exacty how. Every time you look my way you keep smiling and giggling like an idiot”
The same smile breaks onto your face again, hand coming up to hide it as you speak through giggles “What? No I don't"
“You're doing it right now!! What is it? Do I have something on my helmet?” he lifts his hand to check his helmet self conciously and you shake your head through the giggles, grabbing his gloved hand in your own and tugging it down gently.
“No it’s not that, you’re fine Rex. Handsome as ever.”
He feels heat rissing to his cheeks at your words, but quickly tries to squash it down. You’re not getting away that easy, he’s going to find out what’s going on with you today if it’s the last thing he does.
“Okay fine, then what is it? What’s so funny?”
“It's just- Well ” - you lean closer, whipering through your smile- “ you look really cute in this armour”
His back straigthers in surprise. That’s… definitely not what he was expecting.
“…Cute?”
You chuckle, nodding “Yeah, really really fucking cute”
“Cute," he huffs, shaking his head in disbelief, "Only you would think a soldier of the Grand Army of the Republic is ‘cute’ "
You grin, taking a step closer and blinking up at his visor teasingly “Yknow, it’s only because I know just how much of a softie is hidden under there” you tease, poking at his chest plate.
His scoff crackles through the modulator.
“I am not soft” he grumbles and you laugh. You can imagine exactly how he’s rolling his eyes under that helmet, a hint of a smile gracing his face
“Sure… You keep telling yourself that Captain”
He take a minute to glance around again quickly, double checking that nobody is watching the two of you before he’s turning back, lifting his helmet off with a soft hiss.
Sure enough, just as you predicted he’s got that gorgeous smile you’ve come to love so much, all love and softness as he looks down at you. You gasp dramatically, putting a hand to your chest in faux shock.
“Stars! He’s even cuter underneath the helmet!”
He rolls his eyes at you, but the grin splitting his face betrays how much he secretly appreciated the comment. Before you can point it out to him, you feel a hand slip around your waist, tugging hard until you fall forward into is chest. A small shower of snow falls of your gloves as your hands shoot forward to catch yourself on his chest plate.
“Y’know I can think of something much cuter right now” he purrs, warm breath fogging up againt you face.
And suddenly just like that, with you in his arms, the air doesn't feel quite so cold, the chill of the snow not quite as unbareable.
His eyes flick down to your lips, watching as you bite the tip of one of your gloves fingers. You slide it off, bringing your now bare hand up to tenderly cup his jaw.
He grumbles slightly about how cold your hand is, but doesn't try to pull away. Instead he's smiling that same gentle smile as he tils his head just so to press a light kiss to the palm of your hand, his lips feeling as warm and soft as rays of sun on a cold winter morning.
Your heart melts at the small display of affection, smile widening impossibly further.
“What was that earlier about not being a softie?” you tease and he rolls his eyes fondly.
“Shut up”
“Oh? How about you make me Captain”
He raises a brow at you, challenging as he leans closer, enough that his lips brush yours as he whisperes his next words
“Oh don’t tempt me meshla”
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different dreams
pairings: clarrisse larue x areskid! reader (platonic), luke castellan x areskid! reader (romantic)
warning: stereotypical ares kid again.. i'm really on a role with these.. wtf
a/n: the meg march kinnie in me is screaming rn. inspired by the line, "just because my dreams are different than yours doesn't mean they're unimportant." written a while back so it might not be the best...
in a world full of combat and demigods, you enjoyed socialising more than anything. your siblings found it odd, with the nature of your parentage especially. a daughter of ares should love to fight and push people around, but you were the opposite. you enjoyed all things an ares daughter wasn’t expected to. you could’ve been mistaken for anyone else’s daughter, usually apollo for your musical ambitions or aphrodite for your beauty. it was fascinating how much love and kindness was in your heart, it was no wonder camp loved you. it was no wonder you were made one of the counsellors to your cabin.
you were sat in on a kitchen counter, helping out one of the counsellors of the demeter cabin with preparing for a birthday party for the head counsellor of the hermes cabin; whom you had an undying crush on. you hum, arms occupied with a bowl of cake batter folding in some flour. speak of the devil, the boy walked in; looking for you. he sat on the counter, swiping some batter and licking it off his finger. a smile filled his features, glancing over at you.
“this is impressive, who’s this for?”
you frown, nudging him while you mixed your batter.
“it’s a surprise, castellan. now please, stop eating the batter thank you? we won’t have enough if you do.”
you giggle, enough for luke to forget that your father was ares.
“get back to work y/n! this cake won’t make itself.”
you nod, walking over to the other side of the kitchen to grab a cake pan. in that moment, your half sister clarisse came to visit; more to find you. you were hiding away from sword fighting training, and clarisse was going frantic to find you.
“y/n! there you are. i looked all over for you. could you come back for training please? two cabins worth of campers dropped by and they’re this close to fighting each other.”
your brown crease into a gentle frown, not wanting to leave the kitchen or ruining your surprise party for luke. you glance over at him, luke already nodding without you asking. you smile, patting his shoulder watching him get off the counter.
“big brother luke can come. but i wanna try some of that cake when it’s done.”
you giggle, nodding while you poured the batter into the pan. the demeter counsellor shooed luke out of the kitchen, hands shot into the air. you put the cakes into the oven, cleaning up the mess you had made.
after what felt like forever, the cakes were done and clarisse had come back asking for you again. you finally got out of the kitchen, sat just outside to keep watch of the demeter counsellor. clarisse seemed annoyed at you, since you weren’t doing your due diligence in performing your duties and instead hiding away to do other things. it wasn’t very ares kid of you.
“risse, i’m truly sorry. i understand i mean.. being counsellor alongside you and everything. it’s just… i don’t feel very ares kid, you know?”
“you’re an ares kid, y/n. you’re just not thinking straight.”
“risse, just because my dreams are different from yours.. doesn’t mean they’re unimportant. i’m not like you, i’m not strong or cunning like you. i wish i was more like you, truly.”
clarisse rubbed your arm, unaware of your true feelings. she pulled you into her embrace, squeezing you tight. she wanted to understand you better, just didn’t know how to. she didn’t know how such a kind hearted soul could be a daughter of the god of war.
“y/n! come here, i need you to try this.”
you pulled away from your sister, a smile mirrored back to you as you got up back to the kitchen. you tried the treat, giving your friend your review, giggles filling the room. for the next hour or so, you got the dining pavilion ready alongside the other campers for luke’s surprise.
after everything was ready, you knocked at his cabin door. your lips formed a dizzy smile, arm interlinked with his.
“so.. about the cake.”
“you’ll have plenty of it later, trust me.”
you giggled, grabbing your pink sleeping mask from your pocket and put it over his eyes. you led him over to the pavilion, pulling the blindfold off to reveal the brightly decorated pavilion.
“happy birthday, luke.”
you grin, gently rubbing his back. you watched as luke blew out the big 1 and 9 you had placed on the cake, more giggles leaving your lips; engulfing you in a tight hug. clarisse’s gaze was fixed on you and luke as the rest of the campers chattered, understanding that you’d never be like her comforted her soul. she’d have a sister to lean on in bad times and in good. she ran up to you both, hugging you both.
celebrations went on, luke impressed by all the set up, which led you to receive a (in his words) well deserved kiss to thank you.
#luke castellan#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan x you#percy jackson#luke castellan pjo#luke castellan imagine#luke castellan oneshot#luke castellan x fem!reader#peach's fics#clarisse la rue x reader#clarisse x reader#clarisse la rue#clarisse pjo#clarisse la rue x you#clarisse x you
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I hear your cry for inspiration and have come to help! Here we go! Hows about Dazai wing-manning for any poor soul of your choice!
OMFG YES TYSM I NEEDED EASY REQUESTS I LOVE YOU ANON!!
૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა./づᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊° i shoot u >:(
૮꒰ ˶> ༝ <˶꒱ა./づᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°.~♡︎ with love tho-
Kunikida was too perfect to be the poor soul
Ikik, this definitely isn't my best, for some reason when I have writers block my writing quality also just 📉📉📉😭
Warnings: Dazai in himself is a warning, this is crack
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Dazai shouldn't be allow in the same country as a woman, and yet here he was handing out dating advice.
"Let yourself relax! Be chill and cool about it!" Dazai beams, yanking Kunikidas notebook out of his hands and throwing it in the public garbage can of the city. Cars speed by as Dazai gives kunikida a small lesson on
"Hey!!" Kunikida hustles over to the bin, digging it out, "Don't throw my child in the trash!"
"You won't need that if you're gonna be anywhere within a 50 ft radius of a woman." Dazai continues, "You have no rizz or gyatt... What to do about that...?"
"Are you speaking another language?" Kunikida asks as a genuine question. Dazai chuckles, getting a horrible great idea
"No! Gyatt means 'lady', so if you say "you have a nice gyatt" it means "you're a nice lady"! Trust me, all the girls love to hear that." Dazai says with a mischievous smirk. Kunikida raises his eyebrow, but proceeds to take notes none the less.
"And what does 'riss' mean?"
"It's pronounced 'rizz'. Rizz means you're a nice guy! So if you say "I have so much rizz", it means I'm a nice guy and you should date me! In a less awkward way ofc!" Kunikida scribbles this down. Dazai continues to ramble and teach kunikida his "knowledge".
"I think it's about time you approach a woman! I'll take this for the time being!" Dazai once again steals kunikidas notebook, pointing to a random woman, "Go approach her!! I'll be watching!" He giggles, pushing Kunikida towards the lady who was peacefully walking before disgaurding kunikidas notebook once more in the public trashcan.
"To, hey girlie! You got a nice gyatt! I've got rizzler frfr!" Kunikida attempts. "I-I- meant have rizz and am rizzler!" He stutters. The lady cringes and awkwardly slips away, leaving kunikida confused and Dazai a mess of mischievous laughter.
"What did i do wrong?" He turns to Dazai, watching the brunette die of laughter.
"Oh, taking advantage of your ignorance is the best thing a man could ask for!" Kunikidas eyebrows furrow in confusion.
"Whatever, where's my notebook?"
"..."
Safe to say he researched every word Dazai told him of. Poor thing, his whole face would be redder than Lucy's hair. At least now he understood why she walked away so awkwardly...
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I found listening honkai star rail background music while I write makes it easier for some reason. Idk, it's some find if magic shit
It felt so weird to write something not x reader
#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bsd x you#bsd fluff#bsd dazai#dazai osamu#dazai x reader#Kunikida#kunikida doppo#kunikida x reader#kunikida bsd#kunikida x dazai#kunidazai#dazai#bsd dazai osamu#dazai bsd#BSD crack#Dazai x reader crack#Crack#Kunikida x reader crack#Dazai crack#Kunikida crack#honkai star rail#Honkai star rail music#Writers block#Hsr
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Hello! You might be busy so its ok to put this idea off for a while :)
but can i request a Larissa x f!reader? Making a fluffy meal together with larissa after a long day of work, and r had to question other people what food she likes, but then larissa hears abt this and requested a specific meal/food in mind (they can also bake if Larissa prefers sweets). Love ur fics as always :)
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Chocolate, Anything, Chocolate
Larissa Weems x Teacher!Reader
You sat in the teachers lounge with your colleagues. They had the opportunity to work with Larissa Weems much longer than you, so you decided to ask them about Larissa’s favorite foods. You wanted to surprise her with something and you had no clue where to start.
“I want to make Larissa dinner or something. What’s her favorite food?”
It was like the room spoke at once. Every teacher knew there was only one correct answer to that question, “Chocolate, anything, chocolate.”
After getting the answers you desired, you made your way back to your office to spend the rest of your break looking up various recipes, trying to find the perfect one for Larissa.
“Is y/n in here?” Larissa peaked into the teacher’s lounge, hoping to find you there.
“Just missed ‘em. They were just in here asking about your favorite foods. I have no clue what they are up to.” The response from the literature teacher made Larissa smile. She decided to check your office for you next.
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“A little birdie told me, you were asking about my favorite foods.” Larissa perched herself of the edge of your desk while you closed out of your most recent tab of chocolate cake recipes. You shift uncomfortably, wondering who was the person who decided to expose your plan. Larissa continued speaking, “If you want to make me something, I absolutely love a simple dark chocolate cake.”
You eyes light up at the suggestion, happy to know that you wouldn’t have to painstakingly search for a recipe you would hope she would like. The search for a recipe would be much easier now.
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Saturday morning you awoke bright and early so you could work on Larissa’s cake. You slipped from her arms and went to the kitchen in your pajamas. The recipe you found looked perfect for Larissa.
You enjoyed some music as you worked, playing it quietly as to not wake Larissa. You were still in the measuring phase when Larissa’s arms wrapped around you. You could tell she was sleepy by the way she gently rocked back and forth while she held you.
“Good morning.” You respond to her touch in a chipper voice. Larissa remained unamused by the earliness of the morning.
“Come back to bed…” She whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple.
You contemplated adjuring to the bedroom with her, but you had been so exited about making something for her, you shook your head no, “I can’t right now, Riss, but maybe when everything is cooling later we can watch a movie.”
Larissa closed her eyes in annoyance, but she quickly shook the feeling, knowing that you were trying to do something nice for her. She gave you a final squeeze and went to the living room where she took up a new resting place where you could see her.
She must have taken a short nap because thirty minutes later she entered the kitchen looking more bright eyes and awake. By this time, you had the cake batter finished, in the pan, and baking at 350 degrees Fahrenheit.
Larissa began making herself a pot of coffee as you began washing dishes from the cake making process. You wanted everything clean before you began working on making the frosting. While her coffee brewed, she retrieved her laptop to answer emails.
Together you did your separate activities in silence, enjoying the bit of domestic bliss you created for yourselves.
A few hours later, around lunchtime, your cake was finally complete. There was a bit of a delay when you had to shoo Larissa out of the kitchen after she asked to lick the spatula and then kept coming back for more frosting. You smiled wildly as you placed the cake at the middle of the kitchen table, ready for her to see what you created.
Larissa hit ‘save as draft’ on her current email and shut her laptop, her jaw dropping as she looked from the cake to you and back down at the cake again, “Sweetheart, this looks incredible! Thank you so much! Can I try some? We can do dessert-lunch.”
You smile at the idea. You grabbed plates and she got the forks and knife to cut the cake. Together you sat back down side-by-side, ready to try your creation. Larissa served you both a piece, but wasted no time sampling her slice.
Her eyes widened with joy and pleasure in what you created. You were mid chew when she lifted herself from her seat and placed a chocolatey kiss on your lips. When she sat back down, you sat smiling to yourself as you watched her continue to enjoy her slice.
“Oh, this is wonderful. You know, I love chocolate, anything, chocolate.”
You smile to yourself, knowing that her love of chocolate would allow you the opportunity to make her many sweet treats for the future to come.
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Tbgdotgp fact 2#: the only person that knows what Dante sounds like is Harold-
after being forced to join the k-rissing group/organization or whatever. Harold tried his best to communicate with the members which of course. Dante can only speak to Harold cuz most students like Erica or any people won't understand him since he is Erica's assistant but unfortunately he is part of the organization so he's Krupp's 2nd assistant until Dante can at least be set free. (?)
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Nacht in the land of the raising sun Au Chapter 2
Summary
Yami did see a boy wo get’s his interest he don’t know why but he wants to getting closer to him even he is a yokai
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Yami’s prov
Yami talking too the boy on the beach wo eating right now
Yami: so I know you don’t understand really what I say bud wo are you coming from?
The boy stare just at yami and eat the last Risse ball whit tuna
Yami: at least you like it my Sister help my to make them
The boy stare at him and eat up and hold the hand up and nodded at him like he wants to thanks him
Yami: No problem wo are you? „Yami show’s then to himself :Yami Sukehiro
The boy stare at him and then say : y-yami su-he-rio? „Then show the boy to himself too and say then : Nacht Faust ****** *****
Yami: Nacht Faust Sound pretty cool your Name
say he and looks up and down to Nacht if he is so close to him Nacht’s clothes are interesting he never see something like this and he looks feminine but he is a boy for sure but he can go as a girl the adults aren’t sure either what Nacht is from gender is Nacht a kitzune??? If yes No Wunder he looks pretty
Nacht looks at him and talk something and hold he’s hand to him now yami hold he’s Han to Nacht wo shake it and smile then and let’s then go
They try to talk to each other for a bit whit out luck really just this Nacht can now say nigiri to the food
Then run Nacht of but Wink he’s hand and now is he gone
Then gose yami at home wo his little sister happy greeting him
Ichika: onii-San !!!!
Yami:oh hey ichika how is it???
Ichika:…the adults talk something abaut dad after some Ryuzen take him
Yami: it’s going be fine I’m her“pat ichika‘s head
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Yami whas going fishing the other day’s as he did see Nacht again wo stare at yami from fare Nacht know this Yami see him Nacht get’s then closer too him but stare if other people are araund
Yami: Oh Nacht don’t worry nobody bites you
Nacht get’s then closer to him and hold up he’s hand again yami don’t know for sure what it mean but he means hello Ore show he is not harming
Yami: hey nice too see you again how are you?
Nacht try to understand him for sure but the only thing he say is
Nacht:*********** Nigiri ****** ******
Yami: Nigiri for sure you love the stuff but I don’t have food whit my
Nacht make them a Small bow like sorry
Yami try to getting Nacht up : don’t make it because you ask for food!!!
Nacht Looks then irritated at him again
Then out of nowhere come Ryu sure right now
Ryu: oh Hey yami!!! Oh!
Then see Ryu a girl? wo make’s a bow is she a yokai is she the person wo all talking about it
But Nacht shocking up and fall backside in the black see screaming up
Yami:oh shit!!!
Ryu: oh god I won’t want too interrupt your!!!! Is she ok?!
Both boy run to the black see wo Nacht all black come up whit a hissing
Ryu: I’m sorry!!!!I don’t want’s to scared you
Yami: are you ok Nacht???
Nacht looks alarmed at Ryu but don’t move really
Yami: it’s ok he doesn’t bite Ryu this is Nacht Faust he can’t understanding us he don’t speak ur language
Ryu: oh ok good to know Sukehiro
Then take yami Nacht’s hand and take him out of the see to him and Ryu
Nacht have wide open eyes now they are really bright blue toutsh the boy’s
Then talk Nacht again it’s sound like swearing at both but Ryu understand him
Rhy: oh we are sorry Nacht
Nacht:*******$$$$$****** *******
Ryu: yes sorry…..
Yami: wait you understand Nacht???
Ryu: yes The baisics he is just mad right now and say „we should be sorry“
Yami:oh ok
Nacht see this Ryu understand him and used it
Like he say’s „thank you for the Nigiri „
„In what a land is he?“ wo they andwort in the land of the raising sun wo they ask wo come Nacht from wo he say Nothing
So they talking a lot on the see as Nacht sneezed
Ryu : oh I can give you something to wear! Luckily I have something whit my
Yami raised a brow at him: why have you clothes whit you???
Ryu: Haha…I toush it’s looks pretty but I can bring it“
Ryu tell this Nacht to wo sees happy abaut this wo tell them he wear his stuff like weck’s
Ryu and yami are sure Nacht get’s abandoned from he’s clan ore something horrible happened because Nacht is scared of the people here even as a yokai
Then put Nacht a kimono for women on it’s looks really good yami did try not too laugh but it’s suit’s him really good……if Nacht is interested in……….
Nacht Sems happy and have no clue Ore care what he is wearing
And hold his hand up what mean thank you for him
#nacht faust#nacht#yami sukehiro#yami#black clover#black clover au#Ryu#hind of#yami x nacht#Nacht x yami
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leave it to lisa ann to do the gayest-concept 9-minute short film and somehow not even kiss a woman
#riss speaks#the ladies jill gutowitz#the 8$ was worth it tho if only for the gay panic#also redhead4redhead rights thank you jill.#lisa ann walter
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In honor of me going to the eras tour tomorrow I will be posting my taylor swift album rankings (do not kill me)
Speak Now
Folklore
Midnights
Lover
Red
Evermore
Reputation
Fearless
1989
Debut
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I was grasped by the sudden urge to write. Vezz and @wall-legion's Garrus have a heart to heart in the immediate aftermath of Kralkatorrik's defeat.
"This is where we part ways, I think, my friend."
Vezz sounded tired, and it was more the weight and weariness in his words that brought Garrus's head around to face him. He stood quiet for a moment, watching him, before he finally found the words to speak. "Is everything okay?"
Laughing mirthlessly, Vezz shrugged, scratching behind one of his ragged ears before the tips of his claws found the burn scar Balthazar had left him with. A reminder of a path he almost took. "It's complicated, I think. With just finding out Riss is expecting, I'm not keen to be away from her for long... and on top of that, I... I don't think I can keep doing this. I'm fine, but it's... a tender sort of fine."
Garrus's ears flicked forward, brow furrowing briefly. "In what way?"
"It's like... an eggshell. A whole one, with all the inner bits blown out by a crafter. Whole, yes, but fragile. One touch too rough and I fear I may shatter. I can't keep doing this."
For several moments, Garrus considered Vezz. The asura stood taller these days, chin up and shoulders back. Gone was the sense of readiness for death he'd carried when they met, when the Inquest still hounded his every step, seeking to officially "retire" him from their employ. But there was something else there too.
He had healed, but the wound was raw. A scab that could too easily be pulled back. The Blightcaller was no more, to be certain, but the weight of a tumultuous past and everything they had been through had long taken its toll on him.
And with Rissia pregnant, well... he supposed he understood.
Finally, he gave a rueful smile, resting a paw on Vezz's shoulder. "It won't be the same without you making snide remarks at your sword every time I turn around."
Vezz snorted, his smile finally reaching his eyes, if only barely. "It would help if it didn't talk back so much. I just..." The smile faded now, and he glanced away, not wanting to look Garrus in the eye. "...I feel terrible with us leaving you to go this alone."
"Won't be alone. Qirri's been itching to get back out there. "Field research" she calls it. It'd do her some good, I think, to do some proper traveling again. You have a family to take care of now, beyond just you and Riss and Taimi." He tipped his head, all four ears shifting forward just slightly. "I can get you in touch with someone in Lion's Arch. If... you need someone to talk to."
After a moment of hesitation, Vezz nodded. "I think I may take you up on that." Then he shifted, reaching into one of the pouches at his waist, fishing out what Garrus realized on looking at it in his quickly opened palm was an arrowhead. "Here. I think I should give this to you now."
"An arrowhead?"
"Yes. Phee gave it to me when I brought Kinna home to her, the night I left the Inquest. She told me her old mentor, an old charr ranger named Caessenia, had told her once that she didn't need to fly straight. She only needed to fly true. Gave me the same advice that night. Well... I've flown as true as I can. I think you could use it better than me."
Laying the crude, handmade arrowhead in Garrus's paw when he extended it, Vezz glanced up at his old friend, and Garrus could only chuckle faintly. "Thank you. I'll remember that. Take care of yourself, all right? I can only drag you out of the mists by your ears so many times."
Again, Vezz snorted, shaking his head slightly. "Let's hope the one time was the only time. Good luck, old friend. We'll keep in touch."
"I'll be counting on it."
#gw2 ocs#gw2 fanfic#gw2 writing#gw2 commanders#wall legion#garrus firstblood#keeper vezz#bunny writing
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cropped hoodies beloved !!☺️🎉 (trying so hard 2 not b a mf lee 4 once 😁😁)
#like it would b suchhhh a shame … 😞😞#riss stop being a mf lee challenge#tk shit#sfw tk community#silliness speaks
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Keeping Up With The Locals - Seven of Nine/Raffi Musiker, Tallinn/Renee Picard, Laris/Narissa.
A/N: Today’s @domaystic now with a side of Sassy Girls.
“You know we seem to be the latest gossip going on in the salon…”
Renee’s comment is light but Tallinn tenses up quickly, Laris smiling slightly at her before shifting to rest a little more against Narissa, watching Seven’s smirk start to spread even as she leans to kiss Raffi.
“Is that why you got all stressed out about Renee going to the salon?”
The question is soft and Raffi sighs softly, shrugging a little.
“Just seems like people are never going to let us be…”
“Oh they will.”
Renee’s smirk is soft even as she leans to kiss Tallinn, noting Tallinn’s slight smirk.
“Seems our little astronaut is a little more fierce than we thought…”
Tallinn teases, noting Raffi’s smile bloom and smirking a little more.
“Someone got chewed out a bit…”
“I don’t take it lightly when people gossip about stuff they have no business talking about.”
Renee murmurs, noting Narissa’s laugh and winking a little.
“Riss helped a little with the whole ass-kicking thing.”
“I suppose that’s okay.”
Raffi murmured, smiling at Renee as she spoke.
“As long as we don’t get run out of town…”
Laris’ voice is soft when she finally speaks up.
“I may have been taking night classes online when it comes to hair… with some help from Ella.”
Raffi smiles then and shrugs.
“I needed to relearn anyway.”
#domaystic2022#domaystic#day 23#sfw#star trek picard#saffi#talnee#larissa#seven of nine#raffi musiker#raffaela musiker#tallinn#narissa rizzo#renee picard#laris
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Ellisar : Someone needs to talk to that girl.
Cassan : I will go!
Riss : Someone with good people skills.
Cassan : I will do it!
Tristan : Someone who won't scare her away.
Cassan : I volunteer!
Ellisar : Someone who can speak the language.
Cassan : For the good of the mission, I will go!
Kallista : [to Dorn, who is not paying attention] Good man, Dorn. Thanks for volunteering.
[Cassan cries]
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The Stalker
Karissa couldn't believe the text message that she had gotten this morning. How did her ex girlfriend and stalker get out of prison after murdering her fiance on their graduation day 5 years ago, she thought that she was going to be in jail for life and eventually get the death sentence. But when she saw the texts this morning from her saying that she was out of prision on good behavior Karissa freaked out. She thought that it was someone fucking with her but then when she looked at the contact it said "Psycho Ex" she knew that she should have deleted the number from her phone but there was something deep down inside she knew that if her ex ever got out and contacted her again she would know not to answer.
The only person that was awake at this ungodly hour was Libby so she knew that she needed to call her, even though she told here that she needed to be at work and didn't want to talk to her about the magicians she knew that Libby was the only person that knew what had happened to her 5 years ago. The phone call was over 3 hours long, she had cried to Libby for the first time in months Libby told her to call the police and tell them that she is getting harassed by the person that killed her fiance. Karissa took like 10 minutes to calm down on the phone with Libby before calling the police. They asked her for the stalkers name and phone number and that they will track her whereabouts.
Getting her composure together after talking to the cops she texted her ex and told her that the cops were going to come after her and to never contact her again. After throwing the phone on her bed she sighed a sigh of relief but just then her phone rang. She didn't know if she should pick up but she wanted to just because she wanted to face her demons. "What?" Karissa said into the phone waiting for her ex to speak "You have just made the biggest mistake of your life. Even if I am in prison, I still have people on the outside that could make your life a living hell. Watch your back Riss, because you have just had a hit put out on you." Karissa hung up the phone and started to cry in her hands, what the hell did she just do?
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