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collateral pt3
author's note: it's atypical for me to post daily, so please don't get used to it. at this point, i'm just posting as it comes to me. anyway re: rarepair, just trust me, it's fine. hold my hand i'll get you through it.
ao3 link (made it official! lol just fyi that the link goes to ch1)
part 1 | part 2
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Kara’s job as maid of honor was basically done after her speech, which she was thankful for. She’d dutifully checked in on Lena throughout the course of the hours-long reception to see if there was anything she could do, but Lena always shook her head and thanked her, letting her know that her presence alone was enough comfort to her. Kara warmed at the sentiment, but she knew better than to delude herself by attaching more meaning to these words, so she smiled and ushered Lena towards the other guests who wanted a moment of her precious time. It wasn’t very hard to do considering Lena’s attempts to spare a moment and chat with her was somehow always intercepted by Jack or someone else from the wedding party so that Lena could just briefly chat, it’ll only take a minute.
When it looked like Lena got a moment for herself, Kara watched her make a beeline to the table she and Andrea randomly occupied while they watched the dance floor filled with strangers dancing and having a good time.
“This is a lovely surprise,” Lena said, eyeing the two of them. Kara’s smile was small, yet Andrea only cocked her head to the side and smirked.
“Well, Pulitzer here was just regaling me about her upcoming piece.”
“Pulitzer?” Lena asked, quirking a brow in question.
“It’s a new nickname she’s trying out,” she offered with a shrug. “Jury’s out on how much I like it.”
Andrea poked her with a finger on her exposed bicep as she exaggerated how much she’d been pushed, Lena’s eyes trained on them all the while.
“She resists, but you can tell she secretly likes it.”
Despite her best efforts, Kara’s cheeks warmed and she had to duck her head as she chuckled, wondering what kind of game Andrea was playing at.
“Anyway,” she started, clearing her throat. “Is everything alright? Do you need anything from me?” Kara asked. Regardless of her own warring feelings for her best friend, she wanted to make sure that Lena had the best time at her wedding.
“No, no. Everything’s fine. I was mostly wondering where you ran off to.”
“Here I am,” she said.
“I see that.”
Their small table grew quiet, she and Andrea on one side with Lena on the other. It was turning out to be a strange moment, and Kara desperately wanted to change it.
“I’ll get us some drinks, Pulitzer,” Andrea said, breaking the growing tension between them, rising to her feet. Kara glanced at the table in front of them where two brand new drinks they’d just gotten sat untouched. But Andrea was already out of her seat and resting her hand on Kara’s shoulder. The hand didn’t linger for too long, but it lingered long enough that Kara felt the warmth of her palm on her skin; long enough for Kara to but turn her head to see well manicured fingers painted a shiny red against the tan of her skin. “Lena, can I get you anything?”
“No, I’m fine.”
“I’ll be back, querida.”
Kara’s gaze followed after Andrea before she turned her attention back to her best friend who was eyeing her curiously.
“That’s new. I didn’t know you two were such good friends.”
She laughed, the sound coming out strangled and awkward. “We’re—I mean, we’re not. I stepped out earlier and she was smoking and we just got to talking. That’s all.”
“Is that where you were after the…”
“Yeah, yeah,” She interrupted. “I just got a little overwhelmed, lots of emotions on your big day and just needed some fresh air. I’m fine. I promise.”
Lena nodded, studying her, before she finally seemed to accept her words at face value, offering her a gentle smile. She then steered the conversation elsewhere . “God, I’d love to have a smoke right now.”
Kara snorted. “You still have your pack in your dressing room. But I doubt your uptight mother would appreciate you leaving to grab a smoke and drop ash all over your pristine dress.”
Lena snorted, leaning forward. “I would risk Lillian’s wrath for a drag right now. But I suppose you’re right.”
“I normally am,” she offered, a teasing smile on her lips.
Lena adjusted herself, pulling at her dress as she pivoted in her seat slightly. She then reached towards Kara and placed a hand on her forearm. The touch was warm and soft, yet it ignited the space underneath Kara’s skin and she had to fight the urge to pull back, unsure if she could trust her emotions from not snapping from how taut they’d been pulled in all sorts of directions.
“Listen, Kara, is everything alright? You gave such a lovely speech, which I think was far too nice—”
“Everything I said was the truth.”
Lena, bashful, dropped her gaze momentarily. “Thank you, darling. I appreciate that. But I guess I was more concerned after your speech—”
Yet before Lena could say anything more, one of the groomsmen tapped Lena on the shoulder to retrieve her so she could talk with a group of Jack’s college friends sitting and laughing on the other side of the grand hall, all of them waving Lena over.
Lena smiled apologetically. “Sorry, it’s just never ending, it seems like.”
But Kara only shook her head, offering her best friend a sympathetic smile. “Don’t apologize! You’re the bride. Of course everyone wants to speak with you. Go enjoy your own wedding. If anything, I’m literally the last person you should be talking to right now, you talk to me every day.”
Lena made a face, but Kara couldn’t quite get a read on her. “I’ll find you later, alright? Maybe I can use you to hide.”
She nodded and gave Lena her most winning smile. “Go, they’re waiting for you.”
She watched from her seat as Lena stood and let herself be whisked away by the elbow, turning to look over her shoulder and comically point at how she was being dragged away. Yet when she reached Jack’s side, Kara couldn’t help but turn away. She didn’t bother lingering at the table and instead headed to the bar where she found Andrea standing to the side and leaning against it, sipping on some type of amber liquid.
“Here I thought you were going to get us drinks,” she said, sidling up to the other woman.
Andrea only smirked. “I lied.”
“I know. I am without a drink,” Kara said, making a show of her empty hands. Andrea, amusement in her eyes, turned to face the bartender and signaled wordlessly with her glass. From the corner of Kara’s eye, she watched the bartender quickly fill an identical tumbler with the same amber liquid before placing it on the bartop between them.
“There’s your drink.”
Kara scrunched her face. “Scotch’s not really my thing.”
“You already smoked today. Might as well add this to the list.”
She proceeded to stare down at her drink, her fingers tapping on the counter just a few shy centimeters from the glass.
“Wow, it’s like being back in boarding school.”
“I resent that.” Despite herself, she laughed, her head tipping back slightly as she picked up the tumbler. Andrea clinked her glass against hers and nudged her to take a sip. So Kara did, the warmth quickly spreading from her tongue down her throat and into her belly. The nuanced flavors were lost on her, and she simply grimaced as she downed the whole glass. Then she slammed the glass back on the bar and pointed to the bartender for a refill.
“You’re like an alien fresh off from space,” Andrea commented as if studying her, but she followed suit, downing the rest of her drink and requesting a refill.
“I feel like it sometimes.”
The pair of them gathered their glasses, their backs digging into the edge of the bar counter as they resumed their observation of the grand hall.
“This must be miserable for you.”
Kara laughed mirthlessly before she met Andrea’s eyes. “It’s fine. I’m fine. I’m happy for her. Them.”
“How long?”
She chewed her lip in thought. She felt like she’d been in love with Lena since the moment they met four years ago, but she wasn’t sure how much more pathetic she would feel in front of Andrea if she admitted that, so she cleared her throat instead. “Too long.”
#samfic: collateral#supercorp#superrojas#samfic#i have forgotten all the tags i use for these#please don't get used to the posting frequency this is not a thing i normally do#i just have most of this already written out#ok thanks bye#fanfiction
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eff it, I’m writing the Bollywood rom-com 🥹
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Anonymous prompt: “On the day Mr Barber first calls, Cora is excited about the possibility of a movie being made at Downton. Robert finds the whole thing ghastly. He compromises by taking her to the movies.”
Robert had managed to extract from Mr Barber a promise that they would be able to see the film before it was released, to assure that the house was presented in the best possible light. It was bad enough having a crew and actors abound, and he could stomach it all for the leaking roof. But the sky would truly have to fall for Robert Crawley, the seventh Earl of Grantham, to allow Downton to be made a mockery in film.
Which is how he came to find himself sitting beside his wife in the flickering darkness of a makeshift theater.
Chairs from all over the house were configured into rows and aisles, as they had for countless concerts before. This time, however, there was to be no band, only a large sheet hung for a screen.
The staff were given the front rows, only fitting for their roles as stars. Robert chose to sit in the back, away from the eyes of the rest of the audience, so he could view the film and promptly escape to the library once the ghastly thing was over. He glanced at Cora when she laughed lightly at some nonsense on the screen. She caught his gaze and tucked her chin, eyeing him from beneath her lashes as she so often did.
Her eyes, those beautiful sapphire eyes, sparkled at him in a way they hadn’t for quite some time. The color was returning to her cheeks, now rosy even in the gray light from the film projector.
She raised her eyebrows and jerked her chin at the screen, instructing him to pay attention to the story before them. He did as bade, a silly lopsided grin on his own face.
He had just settled into the inane plot when he felt Cora slipping her hand into his, twining their fingers together. The chair made a slight rasp as she dragged it closer, settling herself against his solid warmth.
“It’s a bit silly isn’t it,” she whispered, settling her head against his shoulder, their clasped hands now in her lap.
“A bit,” Robert agreed, but it was absently. He wasn’t particularly enthralled by the picture, his attention much more focused on the woman by his side.
Her fingers were slender and delicate in his, but they were warm now where for so long they’d been so very cold.
“Mary sounds lovely though, doesn’t she?” Cora shifted and rubbed her head against him, sighing as she slumped further against him.
“I’m just thankful they won’t be mentioning her in the…the…” He waved his freehand before them.
Cora’s pointed elbow caught him in the ribs and he grunted rather loudly, causing someone in front of them to mutter an outraged “SHHHHH…”
Robert bristled but Cora squeezed his hand between hers and turned her face into his shoulder.
“Behave,” she whispered, untangling their fingers and lifting his arm above her head to settle it around her shoulders.
He hardly began the first syllable of her name, when her hot breath came again, this time in a huff of irritation. “Humor an old woman.”
And so he sat beside her in the silver light, the story of love playing out before them, his arm slipping down to cup her waist. Cora was tucked tightly against him, so tightly he could feel her silent laughter and gasps.
He had to admit, he’d long since lost the thread of the story and found suddenly he didn’t care so much. The house was a simple backdrop and even he had to admit it looked well enough. Instead he focused on Cora, on the warm weight of her in his arms. Her hand rested on his thigh, nails scratching lightly, distracting him terribly. He placed his fingers over hers, stilling her movements and her shoulders shuddered in laughter.
When he turned his face to hers, she was smiling up at him. Her lips were parted in her giggle and he couldn’t help himself. The darkness, her nearness, the returning life and sparkle in her eyes drew him in. In Cora’s kiss he lost time, his attention narrowed on the pressure of her mouth, on the fleeting touch of her tongue that surprised and inflamed him. His palm on her hip urged her closer, attempting to deepen the lazy kiss into something more.
Applause, sharp and staccato, caused them to jump apart just seconds before the lights returned. Robert blinked owlishly, turning to Cora who covered her lips with her fingers. Her eyes…oh how her eyes sparkled.
With a cough, Robert returned his attention to Mr Barber, the spell not quite broken, but responsibility drawing him away. Before standing and moving to the front to mingle with the rest of their home audience Robert leaned in and whispered conspiratorially. “Perhaps I see the benefits of the cinema.”
Cora’s giggle followed him, light and happy and alive.
#cobert#nonny prompt#cora crawley#robert crawley#downton abbey: a new era#cora is and always will be#a wonderfully bad influence#we all know it#ok thanks bye
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just a lil update for everyone waiting on requests:
i’m always writing for all of your wonderful ideas (i have an obscene amount of drafts mostly full of horny sentence fragments) i just tend to struggle a lot with focusing and energy, but all your creativity and support is so very much appreciated!!! your ideas inspire me so much and keep me motivated to stay chipping away at stories until i create something you may enjoy, and knowing there are people out there who appreciate my writing is such a gift <3
basically, thanks for sticking around, and i promise you’ll see your request up eventually!! and also i really think many of you should maybe possibly consider publishing your own writing because there is SO MUCH talent sitting in my inbox rn (which i'm working to share with the world~) but i’m not complaining <3
#sorry this got kinda personal but i feel bad keeping everyone waiting#i really can’t overstate how cool y’all are#also lil shoutout to 👾 anon you’re so creative and kind and i love all your messages <3#ok thanks bye#not yandere#ram rambles
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The day after I killed my mother, I sat down and had a chat with her. I asked her why she hated me, she didn't answer. She looked beyond me, to the horizon and told me how much she liked the sea.
The day after I killed my mother, I took her on a walk. Down the sandy beach and up again, only stopping to dip our feet in the sea, she had many questions, I answered none and told her I loved the stars.
The day after I killed my mother, we went stargazing. We went to the countryside and laid down on the grass, shoulders touching, her skin cold as ice. She told me she loved me and I didn’t believe it.
The day after I killed my mother, she cried. She cried and cried and cried. She threw a perfume bottle at my head. It missed. The room was suffocated with harsh, thick wafts of Dior no7 and I had to open a window.
The day after I killed my mother, I laughed. I laughed and laughed and laughed. I went to hug her but she was as cold a statue and as still as one. My voice echoed off the walls and the sound was so wrong that I had to leave the room.
The day after I killed my mother, my grandmother visited. She told me how tall I’d gotten but I hadn't grown an inch since I was twelve, when I had no blood on my hands. She asked to see my mother, her daughter. I said no.
The day after I killed my mother, we went swimming at Lake Baikal and had a picnic there. I asked her why she killed me and she laughed. She laughed and said she was sorry, she said she was sorry that I had ended up like her.
The week after I killed my mother, her two brothers came. My uncles. They brought sweets, warm food and books, and told me that I was like their son, their daughter. One asked me to see her, the other asked if I was okay. I was, I told him and to the other I said no.
The month after I killed my mother, my father visited with my stepmother waiting outside. He told me he was disappointed that I’d ended up like my mother. Vain and violent. That my prettiness wouldn’t outweigh my sins. He hugged me and left that night.
A year after I killed my mother, her father appeared. My grandfather. I’d never met him and I never would. He bid me hello and asked to see my mother. I said yes. When he returned he told me that I looked just like her, rounder but no less softer. I wished him a goodnight.
A decade after I killed my mother, I went to see her. She invited me in with a nervous face and made me suutai tsai, milk tea. She asked me how school was, I said fine. I told her that I’d gotten married to a man just like my father. She asked how old I was, I didn't answer. She spoke softly, for the first time my harsh and hard-edged mother showered me with praises and stories of times long gone and apologised. Apologised for killing me when I was so small. I cried with her.
Two decades after I killed my mother, I regretted it. What if she had changed? In to a softer, kinder person to look after my children, to sing folk songs that my husband wouldn’t understand, that no one would understand but us two. I told myself that if she had said sorry before I had killed her, I would have let her live. I’d robbed my children out of a grandmother the same way my mother had robbed me of a grandfather.
One day I wondered, will one of my children kill me too?
#mommyissues#imgonnaseemymomthissummer#thecycleofthedaughterbecomingthemother#hope???#ilovehermorethanihatedher#imgnabefine#drabble#rambles#doesthiscountaspoetry?#inspiredbythedayafterikilledmyself#ok thanks bye
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🖤 ( *hauls my muse away* ) ;; @brutalage
send 🖤 and my character will answer about yours. ;; accepting
attractiveness:
repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.
"If I was to lie - but what would be the point in that - I could say he isn't attractive at all. But if you were just to see him in passing then he isn't unattractive. But OVERALL ATTRACTIVENESS isn't just about looks. And as soon as he opens his mouth. Or you look further..." She couldn't hide the look on her features, and the roll of her eyes. "Truly, he might talk a good talk but most things he does is quite repulsive."
personality:
grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.
"I definitely cannot call him boring, but please know that ISN'T a compliment. There's nothing wrong with being boring now and then, certainly when compared to someone so..." She sighed, shaking her head, what words of those did sum him up best? "He is certainly unique. And incredibly frustrating. And aggressive. He's not exactly shown many appealing qualities to myself, but he seems to enjoy himself."
how likely they would have sex with them:
not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.
There was silence as she thought over her past relationships. And people she'd just slept with. The list was not... amazing. And she was known for bad decisions. But she wasn't about to get into bed with someone as aggravating, and rather as downright evil, as himself. "This is far from my mind."
level of friendship:
never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.
"I hope it doesn't seem as though I have incredibly HIGH STANDARDS for friendship, but he does possess many qualities I would rather not associate with. And honestly, I believe most things we say to one another only aggravates the other." A pause. "No, actually, he probably says things precisely TO aggravate and annoy me." A shake of her head, a roll of her eyes. "I know they say opposites attract, but that isn't always the case."
first impression of them:
i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.
"I don't like to make SNAP judgements." There was silence, before Wanda added, "At the same time, I don't think my opinion that they were annoying and not quite right was a wrong assessment."
current impression of them:
i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.
"Now, a snap judgement really isn't good but that impression hasn't changed. And I think for good reason. Some people are just... Tiring. But I suppose he'll probably continue to bug me for some time. Hardly the type to disappear."
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ok so i just went through all the responses (194!) and we're at 92 characters for the bracket!
good news: thats at even number
bad news: thats not a number that works on a bracket
and because i think i need to cut the preliminary rounds due to the characters that are qualified for preliminaries being some of the most highly submitted and because i do not want to get rid of 30 characters i have a poll:
pros of preliminaries:
- no 3 people rounds
cons of preliminaries:
- characters/designs that are non-canon get polls to decide whether or not they count (this qualifies people like nightmare sans, cecil palmer and the octokittens but they are some of the most submitted)
- characters who temporarily have tentacles (people Jason Todd, Marco Diaz, Azul Ashengrotto- the 2nd most submitted person.)
- it could also be like a huge waste of time if we don't cut down the roster by like 30 and thats sad
pros of straight into brackets:
- everyone gets a shot
- go immediately into the tournament
cons of straight into brackets:
- there will be rounds with 3 people
#also if people vote for straight into brackets does anyone have any idea how to get photos of nightmare/cecil/khoshek/octokittens/etc#bc rn all i have is photos of nightmare from the underverse series and photos of cecil are literally just#the cover for wtnv#octokittens are the logo of the mechanisms#im so confused im so sorry#however i am so excited#ok thanks bye
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late Christmas drawing
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New Blackbird same Amber. Behold, a video where I don't mess up the ending of it. Apologies for my clunky playing - my fingers kept locking up when I played which is not very nice of them 😔
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it is not his main verse and i will probably only engage with it if requested/plotted but i am willing to write an au for tomomichi (kazuha's friend) that goes as follows:
Tomo challenges Sara to the duel. He loses.
Before he is able to be killed, Kazuha arrives and instinctively pushes him out of the way of the Musou no Hitotachi. This is important: Neither one of them blocks it, and Shogun does not miss. Neither one of them has superpowers, and Shogun strikes exactly where she means to---it's just that her victim moves away from this target at the last second. They survive on luck.
Tomo is separated from his vision in the process, and after escaping, he and Kazuha are separated while they are pursued. Kazuha is able to escape the country with Tomo's vision on Beidou's ship (with the help of the resistance). Tomo makes it to the Kamisato's teahouse.
Kazuha generally follows the same path as in canon, remaining with the Crux as returning to Inazuma even for a short time is practically suicidal for him.
Tomo experiences the symptoms typical of those who are stripped of their visions, though his symptoms come in waves rather than being consistent. He's less impacted by them than the npcs we speak to, but he's not completely unchanged in the way that Itto is described to be. He is also confined to the teahouse for over a year. He's not having a good time!
Kazuha is still able to resonate with Tomo's vision at the very end. The difference is that he is able to return the vision to Tomo rather than placing it on his grave.
#headcanon › tomomichi ╲ hey young blood—doesn’t it feel like our time is running out?#ok thanks bye
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A soft crackle of thunder, a soothing caress
of the wind as it whipped across Her sighs;
A maelstrom of atonement as the abyss gazed
In tandem, with her premonition of demise.
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Ok Im mid dusting the house so can’t stop to write a full note out so I’m saving this for myself for later
Consider: life according to Rachael by Madison Cunningham: pierresteban divorce au/ Pierresteban AMNESIA au
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guys i need ideas for non curse au single dad geto please and thank you
#i’m gonna drive home now#don’t disappoint me when i get back#i don’t wanna come back to nothing#ok thanks bye
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Heads up ! Wanna play a game? has a mature community label (shocking I know) on it now, so please make sure to change your settings so you’re able to see it! This also goes for fics I may post in the future!
#I was wondering why my notifs died down drastically#makes sense now#but pls pls pls make sure to change ur settings!#ok thanks bye#rambles
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i need to follow more f1blr accounts so if u see this, pls rec accounts
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i need everyone to read the locked tomb series right now
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