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haljeexyee · 8 months
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You guys should check out my Curaday reel I will be posting later this afternoon [EDIT: the reel has been posted !!] on Instagram @/haljee_yee 🫣💛💜💛💜
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penguinparty88 · 7 months
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Mandela: Why are Faraday and Curie sitting with their backs to each other?
Constantine: They had a fight.
Mandela: Then why are they holding hands?
Constantine: They get sad when they fight.
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sankta-wraith · 16 days
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Does anyone know any good Curaday fics? I've been missing them a lot lately.
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tonitheloftwing · 3 years
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Unrequited Curaday Content!
She comes to my door at night. I hear her in the darkness, and can only guess her intentions. Only once did I catch her entering my room. Had I actually been asleep, who can say what she might have done?
Scythe Faraday now knew that Scythe Curie had no malicious intent when she’d watched him in his slumber, and was rather just a lovestruck girl, pining for her older mentor. Years, nay, decades, had passed since those tender moments of bottled fear and raw emotion, and many things had changed. Scythe Faraday was no longer the young man he once was, and now had a corner behind him. He liked to think of himself as older and wiser now, but knew he wasn’t. For as soon as he turned that damned corner, he felt all his younger, more spry emotions coursing through his veins, those of passion, foolishness. And all those emotions came crashing over him when he saw Marie Curie at conclave.
He hadn’t seen her since turning his corner, and he could tell she’d recently turned hers as well. God, she’s gorgeous!
Curie had done her makeup for the day, lavender eyeshadow on her eyelids and thick black eyeliner. As a younger person, Marie had always loved doing her makeup, one of the only indulgences Faraday would allow. He knew she never wore it anymore except for special occasions, like conclave or when he was invited to a holiday dinner with her family.
“Hello, Your Honor,” Marie greeted with a small wave.
“And hello to you too.” Faraday figured a compliment couldn’t be bad. “You look stunning today,”
“Thank you, Michael!” She said, flattered. “I just turned my corner yesterday for the occasion, so I thought that, hey, might as well look a little fancy. Besides, it’s the day of indulgence.”
“Speaking of indulgence… Did they make donuts or cupcakes for the midmorning break?”
Turns out, cupcakes. Turns out, Scythe Curie’s cupcake was a perfect lavender taste, with a lime vanilla buttercream (the same lavender color as the cupcake) and filled with a sweet jam and topped with silver pearls. According to her, his was a deep dark chocolate coated in white chocolate ganache, adorned with gold leaf, and filled with marshmallow. Faraday was supposed to eat the Faraday cupcake, and Curie the Curie cupcake, but they’d illegally traded.
“Commandment 11,” Faraday joked, licking his fingers. “Thou shalt not trade the custom cupcakes.”
“I’m sure we’re not the first scythes to do it, and I’m sure we won’t be the last,” Curie chuckled.
Faraday noticed how pink and rosy her cheeks were, and the freckles dotting her nose. She looked exceptionally pretty today, and wasn’t sure if he should continue to point it out, or just leave her alone. There was just something about her today that made his heart speed up, and made him want to hide from her in shyness.
After conclave, he continued to think about these feelings, but kept coming to puzzling conclusions. He recognized that he was attracted to Scythe Curie- that much was true. But why? He’d never harbored any feelings for her before this corner turning, and it was against the commandments to have feelings for anyone, especially another scythe. And he immediately wanted to stomp the feelings out of him, crush them. He remembered a line from a mortal age musical about this, only in that musical, the character was trying to repress their own homosexuality. Faraday just needed to imagine his brain was tiny boxes, and find the box that’s attracted to Curie and crush it.
But it was harder said than done. Because, no matter how hard he tried, he still found himself yearning for the lavender scythe, who he talked to in his free time over the Thunderhead. He felt like telling her about his emotional struggle, and so he did so.
I’m an unhonrable scythe, Marie. I have caught feelings for someone and my heart is breaking over it, because I know we can never be together. How would, or how do, you deal with this?
Uh
I don’t
And cry
Sorry
Since that wasn’t much of a help, and the pesky feelings couldn’t seem to convince themselves to go away, Faraday formulated a dangerous plan. He knew he would be breaking the ninth commandment, but he wouldn’t get caught… would he? The scythedom couldn’t possibly care so much about one scythe going down to the local florist’s, buying a bouquet, and confessing, could they? It would just be him entertaining a boyish fantasy. Yes, the scythedom wouldn’t give a rat’s ass about him doing this. Because he knew he was likely to go nowhere.
When he walked into the flower shop, jaws dropped to the floor and the florist was groveling at his feet, so terrified of gleaning.
“Your honor… please spare me! I just had a baby…”
Faraday took a moment to think of how to address the florist, not being able to determine if they identified as one gender or the other. So, he defaulted to, “Your Honor, I’m not here to glean you. I just want flowers.”
The florist looked up to him with relief and tears in their eyes. “Really?”
“Really. I’ll take… roses, I suppose. Red, please.”
The shop owner obediently cut his roses, and then asked, “Your Honor, sir, why did you call me Your Honor when it is a title only reserved to scythes?”
“Well,” Faraday laughed nervously. “I wasn’t sure if I should call you ma’am or sir, so I used something gender neutral. Us scythes may be bringers of death…” He despised that he’d just said that. Scythes were supposed to be the bringers of light, not death and darkness. But, it was for the sake of making this all seem less awkward. “...But we try our best to be respectful of our fellow citizens.”
The florist smiled uncomfortably. “Here are you roses, sir.”
And so he left, carrying the roses out with him, and catching a publicar to the MidMerican border, where he’d see Scythe Marie Curie.
He arrived on her doorstep, stuffing the bouquet in an empty weapons pocket, and knocking on the door.
She greeted him, looking as perfect as always. Her face appeared softer today than when he’d last seen her, her hair tied back in a messy braid. “Oh, hello, Michael! I wasn’t expecting a custody today,” she blushed, and that was when Faraday noticed she was in a nightgown, slightly paler than her robe, and wasn’t even wearing socks.
“Marie, may I have a word? Feel free to put on your robes first.”
“No, it’s fine,” Marie smiled. “It’s my day off, no robes for me. So, what did you want to have a word about?”
Faraday figured he’d just get to the point as he pulled the bouquet out of his robe, presenting them to Marie with a blush on his face.
But she didn’t seem that pleased. In fact, the corners of her mouth turned down. “Michael, what is this?”
“Marie, ever since we turned our corners, I’ve felt-“
“Is this a love confession?”
“...Yes,” Faraday admitted. You could have cut the tension in the room with a knife, as the feelings were clearly not reciprocated from the way Curie was acting.
“Your Honor, frankly, I’m a little insulted,” Curie said, which made him flinch. Your Honor was such a cold term. “You think just because I had a crush on you when I was a girl means you can waltz up to me now with a bouquet of roses and expect me to say yes?”
“No, Marie, it’s not like that!” He cried. “I promise it has nothing to do with when you were seventeen. I love you now, for who you are now. A strong, powerful woman.”
“Well, I’m not a little girl anymore,” she told him harshly. “We are scythes. If I were to accept your offer, we could both get in severe trouble, and it’s not worth risking for someone I no longer love.” She stood up, towering over him at an imposing 6’1. “I’m sorry, Faraday. But I could never date another scythe. It’s not worth losing my job over. And, most importantly, I don’t love you.” She looked to him with tears in her eyes. “Now leave.”
And he did, throwing his bouquet down on the doorstep and walking away with nothing but embarrassment, shame, and a broken heart.
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Leaked footage of how Curie and Faraday ended up getting together:
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just curious... what are your thoughts on citra x rowan? do you have any headcanons for them?
scythe asks my beloved <3
actually i love citra x rowan!! i wasn't too hot about it through the first book since the two main characters getting together is kind of a cliché type thing, but honestly their relationship feels really natural to me, so i don't mind. i'm glad that their romantic relationship took a bit of a backseat through the story otherwise i don't think i would have liked it as much :) i don't love them as much as curaday but they are still great!!
headcanons!
i'd like to think that they cook dinner together and whatnot all the time
i feel like they just continue the tradition from when faraday made them do it
also they have a dog named poppy because i said so
guys i can't do headcanons so
i'd honestly like to imagine that citra quit being a scythe in some way and they went to live together in some secluded cottage in amazonia
and they go travelling around the world together
and they buy a small token from each place they go to because that's so cool
for some reason i can't think of any more <3 i'm sorry anon
thank so much for the ask though my dear ALSO IF U GUYS HAVE ANY MORE SCYTHE ASKS HMU BECAUSE I'M IN A SCYTHE MOOD
if you’re not a coward here’s my askbox
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haljeexyee · 4 months
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Curaday won the poll so here they are!! Curaday for the win 🫶💜💛
With Valentine’s Day coming up I thought it’d be nice for him to give some roses and lilacs to the lovely lady~
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sankta-wraith · 8 days
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Ok but imagine conclave during the 70 years.
Curie lingering in the rotunda to try and catch the tiniest glimpse of Faraday
Faraday hearing her laugh and dying a little inside because she used to laugh like that with him
Curie seeing him smile an knowing she'd give anything to make him smile at her again.
Faraday watching her argue with some new-order Scythes and thinking that he'd die 7 more death just to hold her again
Staring at each other from across the room, desperatly wanting to make eye contact even though they know they can't
Walking past each other and their hands brush and they freeze and then walk away in opposite directions because they love each other so much that they'll do anything to keep each other safe, even if its torture
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penguinparty88 · 2 months
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Faraday: We are not mad. We are just disappointed.
Curie: No, we are mad.
Faraday: Yes. We are. We are livid. But we are going to let this one slide.
Curie: No, we’re not!
Faraday: I am not a mind reader, Curie!
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haljeexyee · 11 months
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CURADAY FANART AS PROMISED 🧎‍♀️I wanted to try out a more dynamic thing and what’s more romantic than a nice chill day at the beach with your partner 🫶 I might finish this later but I’ve been overworked-
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sankta-wraith · 7 days
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Taylor Swift lyrics that remind me of Curaday
"When you hold me, it hold me together/and you kiss me in a way thats gonna screw me up forever"
"You'd be more than a chapter in my old diaries with the pages ripped out"
"Waves crash on the shore/I dash to the door/You don't knock anymore/And my whole life's ruined"
"All those nights you kept me going/Swirled you into all my poems"
"How's one to know?/I'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones/In a faith forgotten land"
"I'd live and die for moments that we stole/On begged and borrowed time"
"I loved you in secret/First sight, yeah we love without reason"
"And darling, you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis/People started talking putting us through our paces"
"I'd hold you as the water rushes in"
Please don't ever become a stranger/Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere"
"We could call it even/You could call me babe for the weekend"
"The road not taken looks real good now"
"Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out"
"And the heart I know I'm breakin' is my own/To leave the warmest bed I've ever known"
"You're the loss of my life"
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sankta-wraith · 12 days
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Is anyone else getting Curaday vibes from Fresh Out The Slammer by Taylor Swift? I think it fits pretty well for them right after the 70 years. Am I just delusional????
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