#redrims

[eightfifteen]

Me, staring at my notes app, softly to myself, with feeling: god he looks miserable

[senshibignaturals]

@fawntastic

icky rap

i ick on this track and then i squeak 

when the beat drops i turn into a freak

[b1mbodoll]

pairings: seok matthew x f! reader

warnings: drugs + stepcest + impact play + impact play + creampies

thinking abt getting high for the first time with stepbro! matthew :( sitting on his lap and shotgunning a blunt. he releases puff after puff of smoke into ur mouth til ur eyes r redrimmed and ur grinding your lil cunt over his fat cock.

he switches positions n lays u on ur tummy, splaying a hand over ur back while he aligns his length with ur hole. when be pushes in you begin to whimper, the stretch making you tear up as you sniffle.

your stepbrother takes his time fucking you, lazily thrusting into your tight cunt. the weed makes you extremely responsive to his touches and he tortures you because of it, rubs your clit and slaps it every now n then to make you squeal. “feels so good, thank you matty,” you sigh, losing yourself in the waves of pleasure.

“fuck, thank you, sis.” his words are strained as he nears his release, “thank you f’r lettin’ me fuck this pretty pussy, don’t think i’ll ever be able to stop.” your hole squeezes him tight when he says this, your eyes rolling into the back of your head at the thought of him fucking you whenever he pleases.

all you can do is lay there and take it, soft cries of “uh- uh- uh-” escaping you as he lays himself over your, wrapping an arm around your throat, choking you with his bicep as he pounds you into the mattress.

his orgasm hits him hard, gritting his teeth while his cum fills your womb to the brim, making you cry out for your stepbrother <3

[film-in-my-soul]

Cannon divergence- Buck/Eddie??

I hope you liked this one!

.⋆｡°✩ Eddie becomes a paramedic instead of a firefighter but his and Buck's paths still cross. ✩°｡⋆.

The worst part, Buck thinks, laying on the sidewalk struggling to breathe, is that he's not even on the clock. At least when the universe decides to hand him his ass on a silver platter, he's getting paid for it (if he ignores Abby, and Taylor, and Ali...). Still, it could be worse; Bobby can't get mad at him for getting sideswiped by a car pulling a kid out of the road.

Side on fire and wind still knocked out of him, Buck makes the choice to stay on his back. It's a decision based upon years of training and the fact he thinks he'll lose his breakfast if he tires getting upright. The people in his periphery are making a scene, calling for help, but none of them are actively checking on him, and he's too focused on breathing to hear what they're saying or care. 

Just when Buck thinks of closing his eyes and passing out until an ambulance arrives, a small hand lands clumsily on his non-screaming shoulder, and his attention is forced to shift, eyes sliding unbidden to the side.

A tear-stained face, messy honey-brown curls, skewed glasses. It's the kid Buck had seen tipping sideways into the busy street, his crutches catching in a half-hidden crack in the pavement, sending him topping over. Buck does his best to smile around his grimace.

"Hey buddy," he hopes there's no blood on his teeth. He hopes he's not bleeding at all.

"I'm sorry," the kid says, light eyes wet and redrimmed, his bottom lip trembling hard. He's patting Buck like a cat that needs to be soothed. It twists up Buck's heart, and he wishes he could sit up to comfort him, show that, really, this isn't the worst he's been put through the wringer, but he can't. Buck does try to shrug, though, and bolstered by the need to not be the reason the boy cries even harder, he manages a better grin.

"Hey, don't be. It's not your fault-"

"Chris!" Much louder than the crowd still hanging around the edges, a voice breaks over the murmurs, and Buck feels the kid's (Chris's, he's sure) hand squeeze him hard.

"Daddy!" Chris calls back, and Buck watches from his position on the ground as, at first, a shadow falls over both him and the boy, and then a man comes into view, kneeling over Buck, but whose every bit of focus is on Chris.

"Christ, Mijo, what the hel- what happened?"

"Dad, you gotta help him. He got hurt pulling me away from the car. You gotta-"

They're talking over each other, and Buck feels as in the middle as he is, but the awkwardness is quickly swiped away when Chris's father tips his head down, blocking out the midday sun, and Buck is hit full force by how beautiful the man is. Soft brown eyes edged with the tease of crow's feet and smile lines, thick dark brows to match his swept-back hair, and the promise of stubble at the edge of his jaw. Buck is struck with an immediate attraction so powerful it rivals the impact from the Tesla that he's pretty sure sped away from the scene.

"-ir, sir, can you hear me?"

Buck blinks back into the moment, nods, and immediately regrets it.

"Oh shit, don't do that, okay, you need to keep yourself still until the paramedics arrive."

"No, I-" Buck swallows, trying to clear his suddenly tight through, "I know. Firefighter." He'd point to himself, but Chris is still clinging to his undamaged arm, and the idea of shifting just to make it clear he's not delirious is both daunting and directly in opposition to his claim of knowing better.

The man smiles, and it's devastating how it brightens every corner of his face.

"Good to know. Someone's called 9-1-1, so I'm going to make sure you're alright until the ambulance gets here. I'm a paramedic." He tacks on the last bit like an afterthought, like he should make it clear that the gently probing hand suddenly on Buck's flank isn't for nefarious purposes.

"You sure you're not an angel?" It slips out, easy like breathing still isn't, and Buck can't find it in himself to be cowed at having said it.

The man, whose gaze had slid down to watch as his fingers worked, snaps his eyes back to Buck's face, expression wide with surprise, and Buck hears a soft giggle from Chris.

"Uh, no," he says, a satisfying splash of color coming onto his cheeks, "Just Eddie the paramedic."

Eddie. It fits. Buck likes it. He also likes how Eddie's clearly trying to tuck his bashful smile away and get back to the task of ensuring that Buck isn't bleeding internally.

"Coulda fooled me," Buck can't help himself, rewarded again by Chris's laughter, finally done with crying, it seems, and Eddie's soft chuckle and headshake. He flusters easily, and Buck can't help imagining pushing his luck just to see how much he can get the rosy color to spread over his tan complexion.

He doesn't get the chance, and before Eddie can reply, the sound of the ambulance is there, and then two paramedics descend upon them, one going to squat beside Eddie.

"Diaz, thought you were off duty today."

Eddie rolls his eyes, and Buck wants to comment that, really, are civil servants ever off duty? But then the other paramedic waves a penlight in his eyes and starts asking him questions, carefully dislodging Chris from his place by Buck's shoulder so she can get a collar around Buck's neck.

When they leave and return with the stretcher, Eddie helps load Buck on, and Chris fists his hand in Buck's shirt when they try to wheel him toward the flashing vehicle.

"Chris, we have to let them take Buck to the hospital," Eddie says, coming around to his son's side. Buck smiles, something twinging in his chest that has nothing to do with being jostled forward. He opens his mouth to assure Chris he'll be okay, that as long as Chris is fine, it's all good, but Chris beats him to it as he turns his face up to his father and asks, "But can't we go with him?"

The request floors Buck, and it seems to leave Eddie equally stumped. Chris uses the opportunity to continue.

"It's my fault he's hurt. I want to make sure he gets to the hospital okay."

Something flashes in Eddie's eyes, something that implies a story underlining Chris's words. If he could, Buck would wheel himself into the ambulance and away from what probably needs to be a private conversation. He can't, though, so he sits silent, trying to communicate to Eddie with his eyes that, really, they've already done enough, Chris with his getting Buck's help and Eddie putting up Buck's brazen flirting.

The female paramedic at the head of the stretcher, amused and unhelpfully, adds, "We've got the room."

Between that and Chris's blatantly pleading pout, Buck watches Eddie sigh and momentarily hang his head before he looks back to Buck, smiling small and crooked.

"Only if you don't mind the company. It would... it would mean a lot to him."

Buck wonders if he plays his cards right; he might be able to get that 'him' to become 'us.' He smiles.

"The more the merrier."

Ficlet Bingo! (Still Squares Left!)

[ants-personal]

plauged with the idea of a benson being closer to age to randy 22 or 23 and he is trying still to get randy to DO something so he tries goading randy into hitting him and of course randy doesnt he doesnt want to benson shoving him back calling him any insult he can think of making fun ofal the things hea ashamed of escalating as he punches randy makes him bleed as they stumble benson landing on top trying to get anything from randy besides the blood and watery eyes the panting at somepoint it becomes more about benson betating and punishing himself than it ever did about randy who eventually sits up as benson throws himself off him holding back sobs as he repeatedly apologizes to randy and all randy does is call bensons named voice rough till benson stops and stares at him hands shaky and knuckles bloodied tears atreaming out of his redrimmed eyes

Randy wetting his busted lips hands flexing as he slightly shakes his head eyes wet with a small smile telling benson its okay taling slow tentative steps towards him and benson for once looks like he doesnt know what to do eyes darting like hes looking for whatever trick randy is playing mind racing but unable to focus on them for long as and once randys close enough he slowly reaches out benson flinching back heart pounding but randys brusied face still looking at him with sympathy hand hanging between them and the dam benson had spent so much time trying to build crumples breaking down in sobs and harsh breathing he can only choke out another apology as he lets randy pull him into a tight embrace burying his face into randys shirt

[kalopsicanna]

last angel in kyoto

is this how it would end?

no.

she wouldn't make a liar out of him.

pt 2!

pt 1 , pt 3

he's blessed. he has to be by some measure. surely, this can't be purely luck.

she's not gone.

not yet.

his eyes count the tiles on the ceiling, the only thing he can do since coming into the hospital.

he's too anxious to take a breather outside (or even step out for even a second) and he's too in it to talk to Shoko who had managed to catch the very last train to Kyoto.

“you did good, Gojo. you saved her with your quick thinking” she’d told him but he didn't buy it.

if he had only acted fast enough. no. if only he hadn't left her alone. he was always following her around anyway, why didn't he just follow her then?

he tiredly runs a hand through his tousled hair and lets out a sigh. it’s no use dwelling on it anyway. she was in the hospital still.

“coffee?” shoko offers. she's holding a cup that she most likely got from the cafeteria.

his throat is begging, screaming for hydration but he can't bring himself to take it from her.

her hand drops and she plops onto the seat beside him.

“i’m worried too, you know?” she starts, taking a sip herself.

he doesn't even spare her a glance. the blood on his hands is dried now, a mess of red. he's sure his face doesn't look any better.

“why don't you go and clean up a bit?” she suggests. “it’s 4 am. she's still in surgery but you look a mess right now”

he shakes his head, the most she's gotten out of him in all the hours they've been there.

“you need some rest too, you know? it’s no good if she wakes up but you're a sleep-deprived zombie”

‘if’.

the word looms over him. repeating itself over and over in his head like a broken record. he wants to cry but no tears spring up.

“Suguru will be here at first light” Shoko continues. “we’ll be right here if anything happens. you just go get some rest”

a nurse comes into the hallway and his eyes follow her, hoping that, just maybe, she might have some news about Utahime.

his shoulders sag though when she walks past him like she hadn't even seen him.

“please” Shoko adds and then he finally looks at her.

her eyes are redrimmed, just like his he's sure and her makeup is gone. she'd been crying too.

“okay”

the trip back to Utahime’s is a long one. by chance, he gets a cab and the driver can't even hide his blatant stares through the rearview mirror. he doesn't blame him though. anybody seeing him must surely think he's some kind of lunatic, walking around with blood all over him.

her apartment isn’t any better either. there are no piercing eyes, yes but it’s all so ‘her’ that it’s a bit too much at the moment.

he takes a shower anyway. the dried blood had started to disgust him.

he watches as the now reddish water goes into the drain. his fingers deftly work the shampoo into his hair.

her shampoo.

her scent. a mix of berries and vanilla that reminded him of their last group trip to okinawa. they hadn't been together then but even Geto, the ever-loving idiot had caught on to just how much he liked her and had teased him relentlessly about it.

he doesn't even realize he's crying again until his face starts to feel heated.

~

the beeping noise is constant and annoying.

this is what stirs her from her sleep.

the lights are bright too and she winces when she opens her eyes. her head is throbbing and so is her abdomen but it’s a bearable pain. she must be on painkillers now.

she sees a slight movement from the corner of her vision and her eyes dart to it in a panic.

it’s just Gojo. she relaxes when she sees him.

he's asleep, sitting on a stool but his head is resting on the edge of the bed. he looks peaceful.

she takes in his features. his eyes look a bit sunken in and there's a slight frown on his lips. her mood drops a bit, that she's the reason he's even this way.

his frown deepens when a few stray hairs brush against his eyelashes and he twitches in his sleep. she reaches tentatively to brush his hair away but when she's just a fraction away from him, he suddenly grabs her roughly, startling her.

“f*ck you scared me!” she exclaims, placing a hand on her palpitating chest.

the incessant beeping that's now erratic is proof of just how much he had frightened her.

“you're awake,” he simply says, a hint of an unnamed emotion in his voice.

“yeah well-”

the rest of what she has to say dies on her lips when he engulfs her in a hug. it’s tight and warm and although the pain in her abdomen gets a bit worse, she doesn't mind. not when he's wrapped around her like this.

“you missed me huh?” she tries to tease him but her throat feels parched and the dehydration hits her.

he can tell because he frantically reaches for the jug on the bedside and fills up a cup for her.

when she's had her fill, she smiles at him. he doesn't smile back but instead, he looks at her in amazement. like she'd just told him she was a fire-breathing unicorn.

he pulls her into another hug shortly after, like he really can't believe that she's real. she's awake.

“how-”

“don't” he cuts her off.

don't? don't speak? is that what he meant?

“you-”

“don't do that again” he completes. “try to be a hero. please don't. i can’t-”

this time, it’s a sob that racks out of him.

“i’m sorry” she whispers, hands caressing his back.

“please” he begs once more and she nods.

“i won’t”

they stay that way for a few minutes. she lets him cry it all out. it must’ve been hard for him, seeing her bleed out that way. he really did try his best. she believes he did. and she lets him know again.

“you did so good, Satoru. so, so good” she coos into his ear. “thank you for saving me”

Shoko, who had gone to pick up some late breakfast and meet up with Geto at the station, and the aforementioned man find them that way when they return.

they're the ones who let the nurses know the update.

[f1-disaster-bi]

By the time Max had sent George away, Lando had disappeared into the back of the diner.

He wasn't in the kitchen so Max headed straight for storage room. He pushed the door open with a bang, not caring if the owner would give him shit for it later because Lando came first. Lando always came first with Max, and if he hadn't wanted to check on him so desperately, Max would have decked George for having the nerve to show back up here.

When he spotted Lando, Max almost walked back out there to run down the street and give George the black eye he deserved because the younger man looked devastated. He looked worse than when he out that George had had a girlfriend of two years while flirting with and leading Lando on.

Max really didn't understand where George got off on hurting Lando like this. He had broke his heart and then to have the nerve to come back here and rub his success and marriage, to someone he had met only months ago, in their faces, and the heartbreak was written all over Lando’s face.

His eyes were redrimmed and he was desperately swiping at his cheeks with his hands as he tried to hide behind the self of condiments.

"Lando...", Max whispered, not even hesitating before pulling Lando into a tight hug.

"Fuck him", Lando got out shakily against Max’s shoulder, "Fuck him for doing this to me. Fuck him for being right"

"Lando, there is nothing that he said that's true. He's just a fucking asshole who never deserved the time of day from you", Max replied fiercely, pulling back so he could take Lando’s face in his hands, "You're a badass, and he can't take that from you"

"But he's right", Lando whispered, looking away from Max, "He said when he thinks of me, he thinks of me here. In this shitty job and uniform, as if that's all I'll ever be and it is. Who am I kidding Max? This is all I am. I'm the guy making cupcakes at 3am and running between two jobs to keep a shitty apartment that isn't even legally mine. I'm a frickin' joke"

Max could feel nothing but anger bubbling inside him for George because Lando was one of the strongest people he knew. He was the person that picked Max up when he lost everything. The one that gave Max a home when he was close to sleeping on the streets, and George had completely destroyed his self-esteem with one shitty comment.

"You are so much more than that", Max insisted, pulling Lando's gaze back to him, "If I ever see that smug prick and his shitty art again, I'll burn it down because he did this just to hurt you. He showed ho here because you turned him down and he wants to make you feel small for having morals when he has none. He doesn't get to win"

Lando didn't say anything. He just sniffled softly as Max brushed away a tear with his thumb.

"You have a budding cupcake business, and you're kicking ass at it. You don't need George", Max reassured him, "Hell, you probably don't even need me because you're that good at what you do, Lando, so don't let him ruin this"

[fawntastic]

@horsecoded

had a dream i found a tape labelled “sex tape” and when i played it in a vcr it was just two fully clothed guys beating the shit out of each other with metal bats

[hedgiwithapen]

Prompt: that Old Guard!Cisco thing you've talked about :)

Cisco wakes up, aching. For a moment, he's relieved. Dr. Wells being the Reverse Flash, the Trap being fake all along, it was all just a really awful nightmare. He makes a mental note to avoid burritos after 1 am for the foreseeable future.

Except that his shirt still has a bloodstain over his heart. And he isn't slumped over his desk or his couch, but the hard floor of the subbasement. Above and behind him, the trap looms like a cage. Cisco swallows. 

"Oh, no," he says, quiet. It still echoes. 

Dr. Wells killed him. Dr. Wells confessed to murdering Nora Allen, to being the Reverse Flash, and then he killed him. But somehow he's still alive.

Not for long, Cisco thinks bitterly. He's no speedster. The minute Wells--Thawne, he said his name was Thawne--learns that he fucked up the murder somehow, he'll just kill Cisco again.

Unless... Maybe, if he doesn't realize Cisco's a threat. If he changes his shirt, claims he doesn't remember anything... Faking Amnesia's gotta be the dumbest trick in the book, but he's a little short on pages at the moment. He's already going to die, probably. 

Cisco bites his lip, then stands, wobbling, and goes to get his laptop. He'll find a way to leave a message, just in case. Not for Caitlin-- Wells probably already killed her.

Cisco staggers at the thought, the sudden grief. He swallows hard. He has to play this exactly right.

He can hear Wells talking, his voice echoing down the curved corridor. 

"Barry, I'm sorry. There was nothing I could do, he was too fast..."

Cisco took a breath, and a step. 

"Cisco!" Barry yelped, running for him. Cisco held back the flinch at the lightning, letting Barry hug him. He was damp, the suit was soaked. "Oh my god, I was--I thought you were--Dr. Wells said--"

Dr Wells sat in his wheelchair, his eyes redrimmed. From crying, not evil lightning, Cisco notes. Fake crying, probably. He stares at Cisco. Cisco stares back. 

Caitlin rushes into the hug. "Cisco, how did you get away?"

"Uh," Cisco says, trying to piece together an answer that'll fit with whatever story Wells was spinning. 

"I really don't--I hit my head pretty hard. It's all kind of a blur. Can I sit down?" Before he finishes, there's a chair under him.

"I'm so sorry," Barry says, earnest. "I should have been there to save you. There was a tidal wave, and--Joe's in the hospital, but--Dr. Wells said--Caitlin said..."

"The Reverse Flash kidnapped you both," Caitlin interrupts. "Dr. Wells thought you were dead, I thought...."

"Yeah," Cisco says. " I... really don't remember--I came in here to see if there was anything to find Mardon and... then I was in the hallway. I../"

"I'm just glad you're alive," Caitlin says. "Let me make sure you don't have any internal bleeding, or--a TBI--well, you must, if you don't remember--but--" She cuts herself off, going to find her flashlight and kit.

"Cisco," Wells says, urgency in his voice. Cisco makes himself smile and not shudder back. "I'm...I can't tell you how good it is to see you."

"Yeah," says Cisco. "I'm glad you're alright, too."

"Here," Caitlin says. "Barry, can you get him to the medbay for me?"

Cisco blinks twice, feeling the sheets beneath him. "Fast," he says. He looks around. " So. Uh."

"Cisco," Caitlin says, looking at Barry. " You really don't--do you remember why you wanted me to..." she lowers her voice. " distract Dr. Wells? Before he got taken?"

"Oh," Cisco says, looking around. Barry's hovering anxiously. Wells isn't here yet, which is either good or extremely bad.  "Uh. Yes. I think I'm a metahuman."

"Oh," says Caitlin. "That's... it?"

"Pretty much," Cisco says.

"What can you do?" Barry asks. 

"Mmmmm, you might wanna sit down. Wait. FIRST you might want to get Iris, and Joe and Eddie, and maybe my family if you can and get them very far away and not tell anyone where, ok?"

*

The dreams start that night. Cisco's barely asleep on Joe's couch, the rest of them all piled into the house for the sake of numbers. Eobard Thawne's body lies somewhere in the pipeline, left after being sure. Both Eddie and Joe's gun's worth of bullets sure. He dreams of a woman in the water, drowning, and wakes with a hand over his heart. 

He doesn't speak of it the next morning.

None of them want to leave, not even to go get coffee, but some how the world goes on. Barry stopped the tidal wave but there's still so much fallout from that, and the fight through the streets.  Cisco stays on the couch while Iris sits in the kitchen, writing her article for a noon deadline, even though she was up half the night with it already. 

When the front door splinters, Cisco braces.

"Hey, kid." A woman with short cropped hair says. " Need you to come with me."

"Uh.. no," Cisco says. Somehow dying twice in a day has made him braver.  

The woman looks over her shoulder. A handsome guy with a beard extends a hand. "You're one of us. For your safety..."

"No, thanks," Cisco says, inching a hand for his phone. He needs Barry to get here before Iris hears and yells and gets her very-much-not-immortal-neck snapped, or whatever. "I'm good."

"You died yesterday," says the Woman.

"Yup," Cisco says, still going for his phone, until the guy with the beard spots his hand.  "And yet!"

"People will notice."

"They definitely did."

"All the more reason to hide. This City isn't safe for you. There's rumors about a lab..."

"Which I work for," Cisco interrupts, then wishes he hadn't when he sees the murderous look in the guy's eyes. "Doing totally normal things. Like make  stuff that can stop giant lightning storms that almost took out the police station. tech stuff. Very cool. Can you leave?"

"You're going to end up in a cage if you stay."

"I mean, maybe, but seeing as how everyone I'm friends with is already on whatever shady science and evil government wish list, I think I'm good here."

"...explain." The woman sits. "I'm Andy."

"And we're sitting. Cool," says Cisco. "Feeling a little outnumbered here. can I phone a friend? Also a metahuman, great guy."

"No."

"Well, it's his house," Cisco says, poking the beacon button. "Look, I hope you're here to be concerned and not kidnap me, because really, I'm fine. And the last time someone tried to kidnap one of my friends it didn't go great. it was a whole thing like, a month ago? So really, I'm in good hands here."

"A month ago," the guy repeats. "I'm Joe, by the way."

"Oh, that's going to be confusing."

"That wouldn't have been an army base, would it? Blown up entirely?" Andy asks.

"It was a team effort," Cisco shrugs.  A flash of gold lightning breaks one of the intact windows in a roar. 

"Hey Flash," Cisco says. "Got company! Probably fine."

"Explain," Andy says. "From the beginning."

"Well he's the fastest man alive, and fifteen years ago....Look, this might take a while."

"We have time."

[naviculariis]

"Her palms stung as they scraped along the cement block she'd been tossed upon, naught more than a rag doll that belonged to a petulant child. Swallowing the bile that rose with a tidal wave of anger and anguish, Ayame turned over, watching as Garp sat up. Her lip had been split, she realized; the sting barely registering. The iron tang of blood filled her mouth, her senses, as she stared down the man who could have put a stop to all of this. Strongest marine, ha! Don't make her laugh. All she sees before her is a blind old man who's too weak to stand up for his own flesh and blood.

If he had been a Fujihara, they would have cut his head off by now and sent him to the depths to be eaten by the Island Maker.

As Garp's gaze finally landed upon the woman who had been beaten down, bloodied, shoved to the side on the very podium where her execution was supposed to take place, he was struck with the violent hatred that settled within her green gaze. It made his heart stutter to a stop for a moment as he stared at her, and she stared back- not lifting her face fully but rather staring up at him through dark lashes. Her eyes were bloodshot, redrimmed with tears she simply refused to shed. Her lip was bleeding; her grey and black hair a wild, frizzy mess.

And yet, in that moment, she looked like that painting he'd seen once upon a time in a Celestial Dragon's manor. Something about a Fallen Angel..."

Ayame being a beloved Empress who had begged and pleaded for Garp to stop Marineford only to be shoved aside and kicked while she was still cuffed, realizing that her fate was already sealed & Garp would not step and stop this tragedy 🤝 The Fallen Angel by Alexandre Cabanel.

[littlespoonevan]

was thinking about how much it would destroy me (and buck) if the baby had a birthmark over his eyes like buck...i think it would be too much for me ciara

...................anon why would you sAY this omg 😭😭😭😭😭 the way it would make him hesitate, just a little bit, just for a second bc in all the hypothetical scenarios in his head he never imagined the baby looking like him. and then his redrimmed eyes as he forces a smile and hands him over to kameron askdjfhs D E A T H

[fawntastic]

@horsecoded

unfortunately the awful little freak everyone hates has saved the world so now we all have to try to be nice

[seeyabythemarina]

Modern Tsubaki Design

What I think tsubaki would dress like to fit in more with the modern world, but still keep is weirdness.

His yukuta would be changed to a black shirt and pants with a red belt in place of his obi. He would wear a black with camelia patterned glove on his darkened hand. If he take it off he'll tell people he burned it and that why it's black. His haori is replaced with a white raincoat with the camellia flower patterns. In place of his geta sandles he wears white rain boots that are elevated to increase his height like his geta did. The boots also have camellia patterns on them. People who see the glove, boots, and coat sometimes think it's blood and not a design and if tsubaki depressed enough it could be blood. He also where new redrimmed sunglasses he can put over his head (lik leni from loud house) to look more youthful.

He still much prefers his original clothing but will wear the modern one when going out after the war.

[missjoolee]

📓

Hello! Hi there! thank you for the book!

Modern au where Bobby is the one who dies of food poisoning. And Luke gets stuck on the anger stage of grief. Feeling betrayed that Bobby would leave them just as the band was becoming something. They were supposed to make it big together and how dare he just abandon them?

But it's apparent to anybody that the anger is just a front. Because he visits Bobby's grave regularly. And one day he's there and his emotions get volatile and he's yelling at Bobby's headstone before abruptly leaving, pushing his bike to the cemetery entrance. Just as he's about to hop on and ride away, he hears sobbing coming from the bus stop. And there is Julie, completely vreaking down and Luke has ZERO clue what to do but she's alone and completely unaware of her surroundings and what kind of person would he be if he left and something happened to her? This is LA afterall.

So he pushes his bike over to the bus stop and awkwardly waits her out and once she comes back to herself, she immediately apologizes, aggressively pushing the tears from her face despite new ones still appearing. Still awkward he's just like, "don't worry about it. Just didn't think you should be alone for that" and then he gets on his bike and cycles away.

But after that, he starts seeing her more often on his trips to the cemetery. Sometimes she's inside, having her own conversations with whoever she knows in there. Occasionally they walk past each other. And sometimes she's at the bench.

Its as he's rolling past her one day that she calls out to him from where she waits.

"Do you have a minute?"

He does.

"Can I tell you about her?"

Luke nods slowly as he sinks onto the bench next to her.

And then she is telling him about the life of Rose Espinosa-Molina

and he is mesmerized. In awe not only by the amazing life of Rose, but also at this girl who is obviously a writer, crafting a poetic story of her mom.

but the tears in her eyes are also like stars and he is compelled by her

He only gets that her name is Julie when she reminisces about something Rose told her, a soft smile gracing her lips that he's sure she is unaware is happening

then she finishes her story, thanks him for listening.

"thanks for telling me. she sounds like she was amazing."

"i just needed someone new to meet her."

then they go back to seeing each other in passing occasionally, but maybe it's slightly less frequent.

but then one day, Luke gets a call trying to book SC and it's the first gig they've gotten since Bobby died and he finds himself at the cemetery, feeling numb sitting on the ground leaning against the neighbor's headstone.

A shadow drifts over him and he looks up, eyes redrimmed, at Julie. She reads the headstone, face falling at the dates.

she sits down next to him.

"who was he to you?"

and Luke breaks down.

Without hesitation, she pulls him to her, gently pushing his face into her shoulder.

the wave of grief is short lived, at least in terms of being able to speak.

she listens patiently as he tells her of his friend, his brother, haltingly.

After that my ideas become less connected. Maybe they both begin to write at the cemetery and sporadically help the other. I have an idea for way down the line or for an entirely new au involving a thunderstorm, missing Julie, and Luke's being the one to solve where she's at. Not sure where it'd best fit.

(send me a book emoji 📖 and I’ll share the plot of a fic i’ll probably never get around to writing. No time frame on this. I will answer any that show up in my inbox so long as i still have ideas!)

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dremora and dragon names from tes

Ahbii Ahbiikive Ahbiil Ahbiind Akakhot Akam Akarg Akatta Akeles Akvrog Aldu Aldunkyn Amkak Amkame Amkatiira Ango Anha Anhas Anhati Arum Atrit Atro Atrruil Atrrula Bahfaa Bahk Bahvionte Bard Barintaz Bata Bath Batiiz Bats Belokunaz Beloth Blarg Bogas Bozin Bozunaxu Bronim Broshazz Clol Clothar Codan Demin Dezai Dezedenax Diaard Diam Doguar Dosulosha Doth Dothel Dothurat Dran Dras Dreiv Drelariz Drelm Drema Drex Drexas Drexev Drog Druid Drun Drurvot Drus Druthia Druz Druzu Dukahlon Dukakho Dukaoshae Durotnaak Elia Eliilessa Elilaakhe Elin Elixamys Enzelard Enziir Erulaa Erum Eruzazzai Erztirah Erztruz Femingog Femish Femolnax Femoraz Fesn Firah Firhiaa Firi Foshas Foshasa Fosurum Fotai Fotnai Fotnas Gaden Gadend Gadra Gata Gathxu Gele Gilarrago Gile Gnia Gnikig Gnil Gnila Gnilaar Gnilar Gnir Gnirag Gran Graz Gregas Grele Grelof Gremolaas Grex Grexxila Guida Guin Guinta Guinti Gykunaz Gykunkyra Hadenas Hadrosh Hive Hiviinds Hiviiz Hivlof Hivlon Hivlooran Ifriaakho Ifrias Illias Illitosh Illixamys Iolaan Issati Issis Issovasla Janaz Jerbwd Jerkyra Joolaale Jooria Joorselak Jynaz Jyndrondu Jynufas Jynvas Kaak Kaan Kaarb Kalakhe Kales Kalinzet Kalixame Kaluz Kalxord Kata Katta Kehtkyu Kehviir Kixamniri Kixata Kixataz Kmol Kmola Kmoran Kothrum Kras Krota Krothular Krrb Krulnaan Krume Kvok Kvokena Kvokkesa Kvora Kvord Kvotna Kyng Kynkynd Kynufax Kynvas Laalive Lanyu Legas Lodstiide Loduid Lokunaas Lorah Lorahaz Loran Loremola Lorex Lorilar Lorog Lyrahviin Lyri Lyriles Lyrim Lyrkyus Lyroth Lyroziiz Maalgrota Maan Malaz Malehkrif Malessot Mane Marig Mata Mathet Mire Miregas Mirmesn Mora Morazziik Mord Moregas Morelaak Mori Morkilak Morozilas Mulak Mysis Naargus Naari Naarsax Nacaruna Nacaruzan Nafah Nafahviin Nafas Nahfas Nahkriz Nahloknim Nahruz Nammag Nammagon Namniri Namnirig Narrb Nokessoth Nokvrotha Nokz Noriin Norm Numet Numeth Obliin Obliir Obliiv Odaarish Ofepayng Olaakta Olarruzu Olonshed Olorif Orra Orrah Orrztiiv Orthurth Orthuruz Osax Paaluzan Paamniksa Paamysis Paar Paassati Pynaash Rataarik Rathassat Rattaa Rayl Raylax Rede Redenaz Redgusa Redrim Redrith Reiv Reiz Reizz Reizzaz Relok Relokz Relondun Rykunaxu Rykunkyus Rynkam Rynvas Sahkreiv Sahlaz Sahlokz Sahlolok Sahviind Sahviiz Scre Screxata Sehkril Sehothet Sehtkyria Sehtkyu Serahfax Serb Shurthxu Shuth Shynax Shynd Shyngash Shynkyus Skaoshia Skoda Skodst Skoran Skoras Skregas Skrelok Skri Stosur Sulax Sulnahron Sulnilaa Sulsgena Sumespir Tachedgus Tacheth Telaz Telonim Tepayl Tephia Tephraz Tephro Thurnex Thurvok Thutev Thxurnah Tuzu Tyldae Tyldu Tyldun Ukaarthi Ukaas Ukaerote Ukak Ukaosla Uldaakhe Uldaakiv Uldu Uluphas Uluzilard Vaeda Vahk Vamet Vamnim Vele Velm Velokunaz Venaarrog Vend Vends Verkilkun Vessa Vessakhe Viid Viikhe Vikh Vikhe Vikho Vikkorel Viksa Vingo Vintan Vitoshas Vola Volokviil Volsh Voshas Voshaz Voshazzt Vostiik Vosulnax Vreiv Vrexata Vular Vulax Vulhaz Vulkun Vulshet Vulth Vulthile Vyra Vyris Vyriz Xalaz Xalxorim Xarif Xarrota Xigif Xigir Xigirhik Xykun Xynaar Xynah Xynasat Xynd Xynir Xynkah Xynkyr Xynvakhet Xyrikiv Yahla Yahlost Yahlothia Ykata Ykati Yolaan Yolaglit Yolnaar Yolokvion Zavas Zavayl Zavaylaar Zenaz Zends Zexamet Zexev Zylaz Zyri Zyrin Zyzaz Zyzazzan Zzedra