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[cozy-axolotl]

Present day.

Heh…

Present time.

Ahahahaha!

[mukky-world]

Merry Lainmas

[359-wrsth]

Problem Souls | Destiny

Random prompts I got: Destiny

G x Reader | a bit angst? a bit of suggestive talking. | 1100 words

(There's a prequel to this but that will come later)

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Did he believe in destiny? No But after he met you Maybe Maybe destiny exist Or he hoped it would

“Fancy seeing you outside the bar” You said plainly after noticing the familiar face. It was such a werid sight to see him staring at the flowers in a flower shop. Colorful flowers were too contradictory to his black and gray attire, also was the bad boy vibe he had.

The melancholy on his face disappeared and was replaced with a slyly grin, his signature grin that he kept up to make people believe in his confidence.

“maybe it's destiny” It meant to be a joke even though he did hope it was destiny that he got to see you again, but the face you made… It was sorrowful. “why surprise, you know i can be romantic” he changed the subject “especially in bed” a suggestive tone in hope to distract you, so you could stop making the expression that stinged his soul.

Your face frowned, but you said in a teasing tone “Eww don’t talk like that in public” 

He didn’t mind the teasing. Even if you show negative feelings toward him, at least it’s for him. And this kind of teasing was your and his dynamic anyway. Teasing. That’s what both of you came up with without discussing it directly. It’s just mutual understanding after their second one-nightstand session. After he had begged to be your friend.

You and G, two lonely souls that were screaming for another soul. He knew his soul was reaching for you. Unfortunately, you don’t know that yours is reaching for him.

You knew your soul was screaming for someone.

But you don’t recognize who it is.

Even though he was right in front of you. 

Was it because of his soul?

G chuckled “alright, no no in public”

You glared at him with that neutral face of yours, though he can sense a bit of amusement in your eyes.

At least you enjoy his presence, even just a tiny bit or the faintest of interests. It was enough for him.

“Buying flowers?” You said.

You asked him first, ask about him. Whether it’s just a polite manner or not, it would be human thing that he didn’t care about anyway. Because of that, G can’t help the smile growing on his face.

You gave him a look.

“nope, just passing by” G tucked a hand in his jeans’ pocket and leaned on one of his legs.

You gave him a hum then looked around the flower shop.

“buying flowers?” G returned the question back to you.

“Yes”

“for what occasion?”

“... For a friend”

He was too forward, too personal, too soon. But you answered it anyway, and he appreciated you opening up to him.

You went inside the shop to find the florist, G was about to follow you but something had catched his eyes.

A set of little yellow flowers put into long tubes contained water; branches were longer than the tube to show its shiny yellow pedals.

It reminded him of his old friends in Underground.

Back when he had been in Underground, after he woke up to only see glitches everywhere, no one else to be seen, even himself had become unrecognized. Vague memories kept rampaging through his mind.

He knew the CORE incident had glitched the Underground to the point of unrecognizable, because he knew how it looked before. But himself was the only thing he didn't know.

After he had calmed down. There was one thing he knew.

He had to fix the Glitch.

And it must be at the CORE 

The CORE had become unknown where it was due to the Glitch effects. Places or paths he had known were all messed up. Every floor, every wall, every dirt, every water or anything he had known.

Except, flowers. The two flowers Underground had, Golden flowers and Echo flowers.

He was in an unknown place. Alone. But at least he had soft flower beds to sleep on. He had flowers to talk to. The only familiarity he can get, not even his soul could provide.

How pathetic of him.

G glared at the little yellow flowers in the tubes, it's the exact same color and the same numbers of pedals like the Underground ones. But clearly, it was smaller.

“That’s our buttercup if you’re interested” The florist said while you were standing beside them with a banquet in hand. 

He was deep in thought that he didn’t notice the two of you walked out. Being self-conscious, he looked around the shop and acted like he didn’t just stare at the bright little flowers. Suddenly, the blue roses behind the table got his full attention.

“what-” he cleared his throat before smiling  “never see rose this blue before”

“Well, because the blue is fake” the florist said simply but G’s soul ached. “Isn’t it amazing? It literally-” 

“Oliver” You interrupted the florist with a firm voice. “Even though I love talking flowers with you but we really need to go” You were looking at G's face. When he noticed, he slowly looked away to pretend like he didn’t see what kind of face you gave him. The expression that you sense or know something about him, the part he didn't want you to know.

Seeing that G sudden reaction was to pretend, it made you feel a knot forming up in your chest. He hid behind his wall while also asking you to lower your own.

You quickly grabbed his arm and dragged him out the shop. However, G can’t help the urge to look back in that direction for one last time. He thought the blue roses had talked to him. But maybe he misheard. There’s always something wrong with him after all.

“woah, slow down sweetheart. i don’t remember having a date with you today, tho i don’t mind-”

“Just shut up” irritated but you took a deep breath before your steps slowed down. “Blue roses...it was made up” You said slowly “I wouldn't call it... that. It was made up, and it’s pretty”

G was quiet for a second before he started to talk again “i thought we’re in a hurry” he tucked on your hand that still clasped with his.

You immediately let go of his hand “We’re going to the cafe then I’m off to my business” Your voice filled with a bit of irritation but not as much as before.

G didn’t know what you saw in him, your soul didn't recognize him but you often did something or asked him something that made him questioning. You both had met just a few times. So, what did you know

That’s a question for later, he was going to enjoy some coffee with you today. More time with you. A piece of you.

A little bit of your attention was enough for him.

Because why would he had gone through hell And wouldn’t get his happy ending

[shisui-uchiha-anon]

plotted starter for @hatredcurse

There were cops and there was Fugaku, unlike others he was a jerk every single time. He was the bridge between state cops and outside special forces. The detectives and cops who worked under Shisui went on scenes when nothing else worked and when state jerks like Fugaku could not solve crimes or fix their own messes. And there he was. Fugaku sitting across Shisui with that always dull facial expression now angry one fuming almost.

"Shisui you are a hellspawn you know that! I am telling you to..." and there he goes exploding into authority that he thought he had here.

"Of course, I am, we were born to become hellspawns. We all sin and earn that place one way or another. " Shisui replied cutting Fugaku in the middle of his tirade. Was Shisui religious? No one was sure about that, he always had a silver chain around his neck with a small cross. Slowly Shisui's gaze shifted from his empty cup of coffee to Fugaku, Shisui's voice was emotionless even the tone of his voice was indifferent, and his cop face was on while he listened. And to be frank he thought that Fugaku was overreacting.

Foresincs was still there in the house where the murder was committed. According to Fugaku, it's a horror show inside, to which Shisui just rolled his eyes and lit his next cigarette. The car of the victim was parked outside a white Mercedes, on the left side it was damaged. If Shisui didn't know better he would say it was claw marks of some beast. He touched and the split edges were sharp, it was done with some blade a curved blade like a scimitar. That was nothing new, some killers liked to leave a mark or to vandalize the property of their victims. Plus if the killer knew the victim it could also be a personal revenge.

Never before Shisui was glad that he had to examine the crime scene at nightfall, somehow darkness dulled all the red of the blood. The first body was outside between two pine trees between the roots. This time Shisui didn't roll his eyes. Whole his career he had never seen anything like this. This was like the work of a butcher. Have you ever seen how a butcher cuts up a pig and takes out all the insides wash and you have your meat. This was just messy, blood-coathed the grass and the trunks of pine trees. The head was still there horror of what happened to the man was evident frozen there forever. The main cut went from the base of the neck to the groin. From that point, the body was opened like a closet and the killer picked which clothing to take and which to leave. The heart was gone, lungs, kidneys, spleen he was cleaned out, only his cock was left to which Shisui had to chuckle when he regained his senses.

"I guess you pissed off the wrong woman she took all but left you with your pride" Skin was removed too, leaving the pink flesh of muscles revealed to the world, only his neck and head were untouched, his guts were taken and left to the left side of his body like a coiled snake just this one was full of shit.

Inside of the house was a female victim, the blood inside was more visible under the artificial lights. It was brown and thick and almost dry over the walls and over the rich Persian carpet. Inside there were more cops the one in charge was a tall piece of work. Looking at a dead woman with a cold collected demeanor. Shisui had no chance to speak because Fugaku did it for him.

"This is Kazuo the one who leads this investigation and this is Shisui he will help you get to the bottom of this"

Shisui just sighed looking at the taller man, damn he was tall almost like a pine tree, if a serial killer meets him he will for sure shit his pants.....

[thetremblingroofbeam]

i have to make coffee. after that i’m going full Lain mode

[lawofcollage]

One little doggy under the tree

Threadless

[agath0s]

When the lights go down and voices fade away, it’s just you and me, exchanging words and phrases, emotions and energy. We create memories, universes, entire worlds. Then, everything melts away, and I'm forgotten.

[fleurbabydoll]

enjoy the present moment, expecting less. nothing is better than to feel appreciated by yourself more than your surroundings - fleurbabydoll

[sueisen]

Present day. Present time. HAHAHAHA

Why does the BG go so hard this time lmao?

[inkwell-cup-brothers]

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[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Future Glory

I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory about to be revealed to us. — Romans 8:18 | New Revised Standard Version (NRSV) New Revised Standard Version Bible, copyright © 1989 the Division of Christian Education of the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America. All rights reserved. Cross References: Romans 8:19; 2 Corinthians 4:17; Colossians 3:4; Titus 2:13; 1 Peter 1:5; 1 Peter 4:13; 1 Peter 5:1

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[cupcraft]

Merry Christmas to all who celebrates ❤️

[thedollcile]

It’s like, do I share my thoughts and pretend to be a person to impress you guys, or should I just post art enigmatically and pretend to not even be real?

[evercaptor]

Thanks, Lain