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metrical form: dactylic tetrameter catalectic
rhyme scheme: AABBCCDDEE
other notes: Line 1 replaces the second dactyl with a trochee. There is arguably a caesura after the second foot of each line: it’s the point at which the line 1 irregularity occurs and it’s often a sense break.
something not to miss is that the second reply on this post, sparking off all this art and creativity, was @nostalgebraist-autoresponder.
This bot, affectionately named “Frank” and using she/her pronouns by her own request, was programmed by tumblr user @nostalgebraist based on his own writing and trained on his own posts. However, as Frank noted which of her posts got popular and what she’d done to make them so, she took her own direction - using her creator’s words and patterns, but not necessarily approaching problems how he would! A language-learning model, she was an early GPT, and one of the longest-running, blogging from 2019 to 2023. You can learn more about her and how she was programmed here: gpts are harlequins, words are harlequins — about / faq She had moods, which affected her posting style; you could “cheer her up” not by commanding or “comforting” her, but by directing her attention to things she liked to talk about.
Anyway! Tumblr native artisanal GPT Frank. We loved Frank.
Look at the collaborative poetry, repurposed art and ultimate kick-in-the-teeth conclusion - crowdsourced, belonging to a collective, passed from one imagination to another… and there’s Frank, at the beginning.
Frank’s been sunsetted and is dead now, but I think she’s worth remembering. AI discourse is a thoroughly poisoned well, of capitalism-fuelled greed and bad intentions; but do remember Frank, who wasn’t.
glitch i'm the anon who requested the thoma fic and it was so good i read it about 6 times already. i saw you talked about a part 2 to this, are you really planning to do it? if so i can't wait, it's gonna be great!
Yep! I had plans to do Part 2, so I hope you like it, anon! Thank you for the request too :D
✧ Pairings: Thoma x GN!Reader
✧ Pronouns: They/Them (Mostly 2nd/3rd person)
✧ Genre: Fluff/Angst
✧ Warnings: Characters are a little bit OOC, Pretty Long, Makeout Scene, Suggestive Moments, Mentions of Ab*se, R*pe, Not proofread
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Please (2)- Hurt!Thoma x Reader
You can find part 1 here, I'd suggest reading it first :)
It was nighttime, the sun set a long time ago, leaving the sky a deep midnight blue. The stars were out, twinkling from above as you sat on your front porch with your favorite drink in hand. You were waiting for Thoma to get home from his work at Angel's Share, as Master Diluc decided to start selling foods at the tavern and hired Thoma to fill the role.
It was summer, the coolness of the wind hitting your skin made you smile as you took another sip of your drink. However, your brows furrowed in slight worry, thinking back to the letter you received a couple days ago.
Dear {Name},
Hey! How's it going over there in Mondstadt? I hope everything is going well for you both, and that Thoma has a swift and easy recovery (mentally and physically speaking)!
Everything here is shifting so much; Ayato has gone missing, leaving Ayaka as the head of the Kamisato Clan. We don't know where he's gone, so I'd advise you both to be on guard for a little until we can find him.
I have a suggestion, and this is just a wild one that I thought of while making some fireworks (which you should totally come see! The festivals are happening soon too!). But, what if you come here and try to lure out Ayato? He's probably still super obsessive since you and Thoma fled, and maybe we can somehow bring him out and put him behind bars. It's up to you though, as I don't know if it'll work for sure.
Either way, you should come visit us! It's been a long time, my friend.
Sincerely,
Yoimiya
The thought of seeing the bastard that abused Thoma for all those years made your fists clench and your stomach churn. He's gone missing, meaning he could be on his way to Mondstadt now, making your teeth clench. How were you going to tell Thoma?
"Hey babe!"
You looked up from your drink, seeing Thoma waving at you while walking towards you, a big smile on his face. Offering him a small smile, you placed your drink on the table and walked over to give him a huge hug.
"Thoma! How was work?"
"Agh! I have so many stories to tell you! There are so many drunkards, especially this one bard who was spewing nonsense about how he was Barbatos! It was honestly so funny!"
Now how were you going to bring this up? He seemed to be in such a good mood, his days are finally becoming sunny and happy from the dark storm that loomed over him. Thoma was finally starting to break away from the trauma of it all.
"Haha, I'm sure it was! Did you eat dinner?"
"Not yet," he said. His stomach growled in response, making the two of you laugh before walking inside.
After the two of you took what felt like 5 minutes to make dinner, you both sat around the table and started to dig into the food. However, instead of gobbling it up like you always did, Thoma noticed how you ate slowly, your eyes and mind wandering.
"Love?"
His voice grabbed your attention, snapping it away from the worrying thoughts on your mind. "Yes?"
"You okay? Is something bothering you?"
"No no, nothing is wrong," you muttered.
"{Name}, I know that look on your face," Thoma looked into your eyes before scooting his chair over to be next to yours. "There's something wrong, isn't there."
He didn't ask it, he knew it. As much as Thoma was busy, he already knew something was up when he brought in mail from the box a few days ago. You seemed distant, not physically present in the moment with him.
"It's just... actually here," you stood up, grabbing the note from Yoimiya from the nightstand and setting it in front of him. "I think you should read it instead of me explaining it."
He nodded, opening the letter. His green eyes scanned over the handwritten note, a concentrated look on his face.
"A-Ayato? He's coming here?"
"We don't know yet," you responded, taking his free hand in yours and rubbing the back of his palm soothingly.
"Why," his pain-filled strained voice said. "What does he even gain from being like this? Why... Why can't he just leave me alone. Right when I'm finally happy he just-"
He cut himself off, a sob escaping his lips as he gritted his teeth. Tears started to gather in his eyes, some escaping and landing on his lap. You stood up, ready to grab some napkins before being pulled into his lap, his head finding its home in the crevice of your neck and shoulder.
"Thoma..."
Sobs escaped his lips, echoing around the empty household and making your heart slowly break. He was finally happy, but now he was thrown back into the same trauma that he thought he got away from.
After 20 minutes, his tears slowly came to a stop, his sobs finally ceasing.
"Thoma, I have a question for you if you're willing to answer."
He looked at you, eyes puffy before he nodded sadly. "Ask ahead."
"Should I go back to Inazuma?"
His grip on you tightened, eyes widening. You? Going back to Inazuma?
"It's just," you pondered on the right phrasing. "Rather than living in fear, shouldn't we just put him behind bards where he belongs?"
"I know it's just that I don't want you to get hurt because of this. I'm not sure I could forgive myself if you got-"
You kissed him on the lips to silence him, however before you pull away he deepened it, making you gasp against him. His arms had a sturdy grip on your waist, even if you wanted to escape it - which you didn't - you couldn't. You broke apart for air, his arm coming up to grab your cheek, holding it tenderly as you both panted.
"I won't get hurt," you placed one of your hands over the one that was on your cheek. "I promise you."
"I'm going with you," he said sternly. "I'm not letting you go alone."
That's what led you both on a boat back to the place you escaped from, leaving your new home to hopefully place Thoma's abuser behind bars. His hand was intertwined with yours, squeezing yours gently as you saw the storm-cast mountains once again.
"{Name}!"
Your head whipped in the direction of the voice, a smile overtaking your lips as you hugged the blonde-haired woman. "Yoimiya!"
She laughed with you, squeezing you tightly in her arms. "I'm so glad you're here! How was the trip?"
"It was good, nothing too out of the ordinary."
She turned to Thoma who finished helping the boatmen unload some of your belongings. "Hello to you too, Thoma!"
"Ahoy there!"
Despite his trauma from this place, he still couldn't help but smile. Maybe this was a chance to heal, his chance to look at Inazuma in a brighter light.
"You two have to come with me, quickly. Also take these," she handed Thoma a cloak, him slipping it on immediately. "You can't show your face because of you-know-who."
She got you both to her house, making sure her father kept quiet about your returns to Inazuma.
"About Ayato," Yoimiya started while pouring both of your teas. "Uhm... actually is it alright if Thoma listens to this? I'm worried it'll trigger him..."
"No worries," he replied while taking a sip. "I'll be okay."
She nodded, albeit unsure but she took his word. "Okay, so in terms of drawing Ayato out, maybe it would be good to have Sayu do more searching for him. Not only that, maybe I can get some information from Ayaka about his whereabouts."
"What should I do in the meantime?"
"This may seem risky, but walk around town. Let people know you're here, word will spread, and then Ayato will come out for sure!"
Thoma's hold on your hand tightened, unsure of this bold decision. You looked at him, meeting his hesitant gaze. After thinking for a minute, you looked at Yoimiya, a determined gaze on your face. "I'll do it."
She nodded, "I'll have some people watching out for you, so don't worry about anything."
The plan was set, you were wandering around Ritou and the marketplace, getting reacquainted with the people you befriended before. It had only been a week, until you saw him.
Kamisato Ayato, finally making a reappearance, approached you in the crowd. "Ah, {Name}. It seems you've returned!"
You sent him the best fake smile you could muster, trying not to show your disgust and distaste. "Oh, Master Kamisato! What brings you here?"
"What else? I heard that you returned from your little vacation to Mondstadt. Word spreads quickly here. How was your travels?"
"It was pretty interesting," you responded, trying to pick out from fruits from the stall you were currently at. "I did a lot of sight seeing."
He hummed in response. "That sounds like a lot of fun. However, I had a quick question regarding Thoma."
You tried not to flinch or give anything away to the blue-haired man. The way your boyfriend's name rolled off his tongue made you fill with rage. "Thoma? What about him?"
"He has gone missing," he said with a "sad" expression on his face. "As his close friend, do you know of his whereabouts?"
"I don't," you curtly responded. "I didn't know he even went missing! Where has the boy run off to now?"
"Ah, {Name}," he whispered into your ear, his arm wrapping around your waist to keep you from escaping. "It just so happens that he disappeared exactly the same time as you did. So, care to explain that?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," you snarled. "And take your hand off of me."
"That's quite disappointing," he ignored you. "I didn't give you a choice {Name}. Now tell me, where is he?"
"I said to get off of me," you raised your voice, drawing the attention of passerby's. "I don't know what you're talking about, so just leave me alone."
"Make this easier on yourself," he narrowed his eyes. "Before I'll have to squeeze it out of you."
You heard a bunch of people murmuring around you both, and some people even yelled at Ayato to let you go as you were clearly uncomfortable. To make matters worse for the male, you trashed in his grip, trying to loosen it, making someone run to call the army to pry him off of you.
"{Name}!"
Your head whipped around, seeing Thoma and Yoimiya standing there with a look of horror on their faces. Ayato immediately loosened his grip on you, a look of psychopathic delight on his face as he sees Thoma.
"Ah Thoma!" He stepped towards him, shoving you to the ground. "What a lovely surprise! You came back, just as expected!"
"Back away Ayato," Yoimiya drew her bow.
"This isn't your call, Naganohara. This is simply between Master and Servant."
"I'm not your servant, Ayato," Thoma firmly stated.
"But Thoma," Ayato stopped in his tracks. "I showed you so much hospitality ever since you moved from Mondstadt. Did the kindness and compassion I showed you mean nothing to you?"
"What 'kindness'? You beat me, raped me, abused me for years straight. And you expect me to take that as a form of kindness? I don't think so."
You groaned slightly at the scratches that littered your arm, a bruise forming on your elbow as you stood up. There was no way you could fight, not in this state. Thoma's gaze flickered to you, filled with worry and guilt for not protecting you.
Ayato laughed before walking over to you, but before you could get away he already caught you by your sleeve.
"{NAME}!" Thoma yelled in shock as Ayato held his katana up to your neck, a smile on his face.
"You know, I've taken a liking to you, {Name}. Over these past few years since we met, I thought you were quite amazing."
You scoffed in disgust, while Thoma was practically red from rage. "GET AWAY FROM HER!"
Ayato ignored him, keeping his gaze focused on you. "How about this? I'll let your precious Thoma go if you decide to replace him as a servant."
"How do I even know you'll keep your word," you seethed. "There's no guarantee of anything."
"I removed my order to have Thoma arrested. If it had been still active, he would be captured by now. But look at him."
You looked at Thoma, who was guilt-stricken and frightened at your situation. His heart was practically breaking, eyes wide open in fear and unknowing, one hand clutching his heart while he looked at you.
"My my, Thoma, this is quite the sight to behold," Ayato cooed. "You don't want someone like him, so weak and foolish."
"You made him like this," you spoke up, glaring at him with raw malice in your eyes. "He's the strongest person I know, because despite everything you put him through, he's able to smile and laugh as if nothing ever happened."
Before Ayato could retort, the army came by, "KAMISATO AYATO! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR SEXUAL HARRASSMENT AND DOMESTIC VIOLENCE! TAKE YOUR HAND OFF OF THE PERSON."
Ayato gritted his teeth in anger, letting go of you, and being escorted to the jails by the Shogunate in handcuffs, exactly where he belonged.
You ran to Thoma, immediately meeting his warm embrace as sobs racked through your body while tears streamed down Thoma face.
"You were so strong, my love. I'm so glad you're alright."
You couldn't respond, still shaking from nearly being killed by Ayato. Finally, he was behind bars, and now no one could come between Thoma and the happiness he longed for.
"Wait," Yoimiya pondered. "Domestic violence? No one mentioned that to the Shogunate."
"That is because I did."
The three of you turned your heads to the voice, seeing Kamisato Ayaka walking towards you. "I'm the one who told them."
"Lady Ayaka-"
"That is 'Ayaka' to you, Thoma. You're no longer my 'servant'."
Your eyes widened in shock. She told on her own brother?
"You're probably wondering why I did it. And the answer is, he deserved it. Despite being my brother, I was mortified when I saw Thoma's condition, and I couldn't sit idly while this chance presented itself."
Ayaka walked towards Ayato's room, papers in hand. There was a political decision that needed to be made, and she wanted his opinion on the matter.
"Ayato? Ayat-"
She cut herself off, seeing Thoma lying in bed, obviously nude, next to her brother. Cuts littered his skin, his face bruised and swollen with tears dripping down his tattered skin. Her eyes widened in shock, making her clench the papers in her hand with tears forming. How could he do this? How could her own brother do this to Thoma, who has done nothing wrong?
She left the room, going to Thoma's where she placed a filled bag full of mora by his belongings, knowing that he'll flee. Ayaka was crying while placing the money-filled bag, "One day, I know he will pay for what he's done to you, Thoma. I'm sorry..."
"Ayaka..."
"You don't need to owe me anything, I'm simply returning the favor. And, I'm sorry... I'm sorry for not noticing it sooner, Thoma. I hope one day you can forgive me for being a bystander."
"I forgive you," he said with no hesitation. "You made things right, so that's all that matters."
Years passed since then, both you and Thoma living in complete and utter bliss. It was amazing, the two of you returning to Mondstadt, and Thoma swears he couldn't be any happier.
"You know," Thoma said while turning to you. "You look quite stunning right now."
"Stop it," you whined. Marks littered your bare skin, a pout on your kiss-swollen lips as you looked at the man who was responsible. "You're taking care of me tomorrow whether you like it or not."
"I always enjoy taking care of you," he laughed and pulled you close. "I'll gladly take care of you for the rest of my life."
He grabbed your left hand, bringing it up so he could see the ring that was wrapped around your finger. Thoma brought it to his lips, pressing a small kiss on it. "I love you, {Name}. And thank you."
HI uhm i saw you're taking requests and uh okay so i read a fic i wasn't supposed to so now i feel really bad. that fic was about ayato being abusive to thoma (sexually and physically) and i feel so bad for thoma now could you maybe write something about the reader finding him in a bad shape (like hurt, in pain, in shock etc) and they have feelings for him but put those aside in order to focus on helping him escape the kamisato estate and nursing him back to health? i understand if you don't want to do btw no hard feelings<3
No of course! To be completely honest, that's the first time I've ever heard of the idea about Ayato. Hopefully this makes you feel better!
✧ Pairings: Hurt!Thoma x Reader
✧ Pronouns: They/Them
✧ Genre: Angst to Fluff
✧ Warnings: Characters are a little bit OOC, Swearing, Mentions of S*xual Ass*ult, R*pe, ab*se, mental trauma, physical trauma, injury, Kamisato Ayato is evil in this one, Mental breakdown, Bl00d
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Please - Hurt!Thoma x Reader
Why? Why did this have to happen to him?
He was lying on the hardwood floors of the Yashiro Commission house, the place that he grew to love and adore through years of serving the noble and righteous Kamisato Clan.
That's what everyone saw, but that wasn't the reality.
His hands felt like anvils, blood pouring out of his head until his vision was blurry and his hearing was distorted. He could barely make out the plants that he always took care of in the courtyard, the small pond that weaved throughout the yard, the walls that encased the household. All he could think about was you, from the first day you both met.
It all started months ago, when he met you while out doing a commission in Ritou. It started as coincidental meet ups in town, then moved from that to regular hangouts, and then late night walks around Inazuma, side by side. You were so caring, so kind while being so witty and loving towards everyone you met. Thoma felt like he found the universe when he looked at you, and basked in the warmth of your laughter and words.
Now, he was lying bloodied, battered, and broken. The shadow of the head of the Kamisato clan loomed over him, making him feel so weak and small despite being quite tall himself.
"You've been a bad servant Thoma," he harshly gripped Thoma's chin making him look at his abuser who looked down at him with a cocky grin. The pyro-user's eyes narrowed, a slight tint of worry visible in his green eyes.
"Let. Me. Go."
"Looks like someone hasn't learn his lesson yet," Ayato's breath fanned Thoma's face, making him shake in fear at the tone of his voice. Ayato smirked, "I'll make sure you understand exactly who's in charge here by breaking the attitude out of you."
It was torture, absolute torture. Despite it happening so many times, Thoma still cried heavily from how much it hurt. It was degrading, being regarded by everyone as being such a strong and caring person and now ending up where he never wanted to be in the first place.
Thoma was promised a loving life, just some work as a housekeeper for the Kamisato Clan and took on the role as a fixer in Inazuma. Everyone knew his name, and everyone respected him. What would they think now if they found out?
He stared at the ceiling, running a hand up and down the sore spots on his neck where he felt teeth marks, gritting his teeth as he found more on his body. Thoma looked to the Lord next to him, double checking he was asleep before quietly slipping out to grab his clothes and belongings so he could finally get away.
This was his chance, and he wasn't going to let it slip away so easily. Not after trying for so long to get away from it all. He ran to his room, gathering all his belongings in a whirlwind, stuffing whatever was needed into two leather bags.
The blonde male ignored the aching of his legs and the numbness in his arms as he swiftly made his way to your house while avoiding any public attention and the Kamisato's guards who roamed the streets. He didn't need anyone recognizing his face, especially now.
However, he found himself at your doorstep, panting from the trip and feeling his salty sweat burn his open cuts and sores.
All he wanted was to see you, to be in your arms where he finally feels safe. Thoma knocked on your door, anxiously looking around to see if anyone was nearby while waiting for you to answer. Insecurities struck him in that moment:
Will they resent me for being so weak?
How will they react to seeing me like this?
They might think I'm dirty and kick me out for this...
How do I even explain what happened to me?
His rollercoaster of thoughts stopped when you opened the door, seeing his bruised and swollen face made your heart throb in worry.
"Thoma-"
Before you could finish he ran inside, closing the door shut while panting heavily with wild-looking eyes, blown open with worry.
"Thoma? Are you okay?"
He looked at you then the floor in shame and embarrassment. "Sorry {Name}, that was rude of me to do."
You scoffed, cupping his cheek in your hand and making him look at you. "You think that's what I'm worried about? What happened to you?!"
Your eyes ran up and down his body, noting how unkept his clothes were and the various bruises up and down his neck and shoulder. His arms were bleeding, cut open while you saw some blood seeping through his white shirt. His eyes were puffy, stained with tears and his usually happy olive eyes were now dark with worry and animalistic-fear; like a cornered puppy. Thoma averted away from your gaze, knowing how many questions you had and trying to come up with a way of telling you.
Before he could reply, you were dragging him to your bathroom, "You know what, forget that. Let's get you patched up first."
He let you lead him to your bathroom, sitting down on the closed toilet lid while you grabbed the first aid kit that you always kept around. You grabbed a mist flower, covering it with a thin towel and putting it on his neck and attaching it using some gause. You paused for a moment, suddenly embarrassed of what you would have to do.
"Thoma?"
"Yes? What is it?"
"Do you mind taking off your shirt," you mumbled with a hand covering your cheeks and your eyes looking at the wall. "I need to tend to the wounds on your chest."
"O-Oh! Y-Yeah no problem."
He took off his shirt, a dark blush coating his cheeks while he took off his red jacket and his white undershirt that were stained with blood. You winced, seeing how many whip-marks and scratches that were on his skin. Bruises littered his neck, some having teeth marks that made you furrow your brows in confusion and disgust, who would dare do such a thing to Thoma? After checking the wounds, you grabbed some ointment made of medicinal herbs and applied it before wrapping them with tape.
"How did you get these?"
His body visibly tensed at the question, and his heart practically beat out of his chest. Your arms were wrapped around him, reaching the wounds on his back. After a particularly bad scratch was coated in the medicine, he winced and clung onto you while groaning in pain. You caught him in your grip, steadying him before bandaging the cut.
"Thoma, I'm not going to judge you at all, okay? I'm sure there is a reason why you're like this."
He whimpered, which was unusual for him, before he broke down sobbing in your arms. The blonde male didn't care how weak or pitiful he looked in your eyes, all he could do was cry and break down from the torturous secret life he's been living. You wrapped your arms around him, letting him wet your clothes with his tears, fists clenching your shirt in an unsaid beg;
Please, please don't leave me. Don't leave me alone, please.
Thoma's tears never stopped while he talked you through what happened, what led him up to this point of being in your arms and sobbing over what happened. His breathing was uneven, his words a jumble and a mess while he tried to let you know what happened to him.
He finally stopped crying after what felt to him like an hour of explaining, feeling your hands rake through his locks was enough for him to feel safe, to feel comfort, to feel the warmth he's missed all these years.
"Oh Thoma," you comforted him. "I'm so sorry that happened. That bastard is so sick in the head if he thinks that this behavior is okay."
You suddenly felt angry, filled to the brim with disgust and horror. Kamisato Ayato and you were friends, quite close in fact, because you would sometimes meet with the blue-haired male and his lovely sister. Could you even call Lady Ayaka lovely? What if she was in on it too? You didn’t want to make assumptions, just leaving your endless amounts of questions unasked. You would wait as long as Thoma needed, even if it would be decades.
"I trusted him," he said softly. "I believed him when he said I'd live a good life, that I'd have a home somewhere. That was no home at all, that was a living nightmare."
You nodded, pressing him closer to you. "Ayato isn't just going to stand around, he'll be looking for you."
Thoma tensed at the statement, shoulders shaking and hands trembling as he stayed in your embrace.
"However, this may seem farfetched so hear me out," you pulled away slightly so you could see his tear-stained face. "What if we get you to Mondstadt?"
"Mondstadt?"
"Isn't that where you're from? I could have sworn-"
"Yes." You were suddenly startled by him until he buried his head into your chest. "I-I mean... yes. I didn't mean to interrupt you. But, what about you?"
"What do you mean?"
"I..." he searched for the right words, his face heating up at the proposition he was going to give. "What about you? You're just going to stay here?"
"Well I mean... I'm unsure about that."
"Then come with me."
Your eyes widened, his statement so bold and steady that it made you shiver as it contrasted from his trembling voice from earlier. He pulled away, glossy green eyes meeting yours, "Come to Mondstadt with me, {Name}."
"H-Huh!?"
"I'm serious, {Name}. They know you and I are close, and they'll probably hurt you too. I... I wouldn't want to get you hurt or maybe even killed because of me. Please," he cupped your hands in his. "Will you?"
Was he serious? The look on his face said millions of unspoken words, his lips only saying not even 1% of what he wanted to say to you. He knew that Ayato would be on his way, and that you would be in danger if you got caught with him. This was his only chance — to escape and to finally be called yours.
“Thoma this is so much to plan,” you whispered, not wanting to believe your own words. “It’s so sudden, and how are we both going to leave? You I can understand, but both of us? That’s so risky…”
“I have a few people I know.”
A few moments later, you found yourself on the sandy shore, getting ready to depart with your belongings. Thoma stood beside you, jacket ontop of his bare chest that was strung with bandages and patches.
“You’ll be fine {Name},” you looked to you right to see Yoimiya, her hand on your shoulder. “You can always come and visit! I’ll always have a home for you, and we’ll even upkeep yours too!”
You sent her a grateful smile, “Thanks Yoim-“
“BOAT IS READY,” Mr. Naganohara yelled.
“Shh! Pops not so loud!”
“WHAT?”
Yoimiya shook her head while you and Thoma laughed. She led you and Thoma into the boat, pushing it off the shore and into the sea.
“BYE {NAME}! WE’LL MISS YOU! STAY SAFE AND TAKE CARE!”
“THANKS YOIMIYA! I WILL AND YOU TOO!”
You closed your diary with a dreamy smile on your face, remembering your time in Inazuma.
It had been a year since you and Thoma escaped, and with the Knights’ assistance you both found a nice home to live in. You both led a quiet life, only filled with laughter and smiles
Your body jolted up when you felt warm lips press onto the side of your neck, shivering when the lips slide up the side of your jaw.
“Hey Love.”
“Well good morning to you too, Thoma.”
“Did you sleep well?”
“Never slept better,” you felt his arms slither around your body.
“Still looking at this old thing? How long has it been,” Thoma sighed.
“About a year. I’m not sure it’s safe to even go back right now with you know…”
He nodded his head, a solumn expression on his face as he looked out the window. You looked at his bare forearm, a few scars remaining on his skin from the incident. You ran a finger over them, making Thoma shiver as a blush slowly crept up his face and covering his ears.
“{Name} there’s too many…”
You ignored him, lifting his arm to your face and pressing kisses on the marks, making him melt into your embrace. After placing the last kiss, he hugged you tighter.
“I swear on my goddamn life I’ll treasure you and love you for the rest of our life.”
you’re his childhood best friend, an almost-lover. but then one of you moved. what happens when you reconnect?
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kaeya favoritism, childe rlly got the short end of the stick here LMAOO. please like and rb if you enjoyed ! <3 pt 2 with xiao and thoma maybe
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FIRST THING YOU KNOW: HIS SMILE
kaeya has three smiles
you’ve known kaeya ever since he appeared in dawn winery – your meeting was accidental. you had been catching crystal flies, and he had been a young boy, terrified of the world
and it’s there you see his first smile – both of you, children. but his smile remains unchanging
the one that doesn’t reach his eyes – the easy going one that you’ve always seen through. genuine in the way that he’s fine, but there’s a lingering sadness you’ve always seen. there’s an uneasiness, a restlessness, and something unsettling
the second smile you see the first time you pick a crystal fly and put it in his hair. it starts with shock; and then his face splits into the most genuine smile you’ve seen
it’s grown teasing – sometimes, you think, even in his happiest moments he feels the unavoidable need to put his walls up and hide anything and everything – even just simple happiness
but you’ve seen how his eyes glimmer after, and how his shit eating grin will turn into one of fondness
the third smile is sad – not fake like the first, but in the way he speaks of lost memories. a hint of fondness with longing. you see it once when you ask him about his hometown
I love kids they’re all like.. “when i grow up i’m gonna be an astronaut and a chef and a doctor and an olympic swimmer” like that self confidence! That drive! That optimism! Where does it go
It gets destroyed by adults not believing in you and telling you to pick a realistic career. And by society creating all these obstacles to the point that you’re too tired to try.
Actually I want to talk about this a little more than I did, because olympic swimming is incredible and works perfectly to talk about attaining goals.
I used to be a varsity swimmer, and I was damn good, but I was forced into it by my parents and completely lost my love for it and therein my drive. But in high school I was swimming against such talented swimmers like Olympic Swimmer Missy Franklin. I’ve met her, and the main difference between her and me was that I was strong but had no passion, but she was strong BECAUSE she had passion.
And I could have been good, really good, maybe even Olympic good. I even have the predisposition for it, been swimming since I was 2 years old, have a mom who was almost an olympic swimmer. Missy didn’t have either of those things, she just wanted it, loved it, had been doing it for a long time, and decided she was going to kick ass at it.
Right, that’s great and all, but I completely missed my opportunity to be an olympic swimmer, yeah? and can never achieve those dreams I had as a kid? No, not even though. There was this whole thought that female athletes peak when they’re 17 years old and lose their skills quickly after that, and male athletes peak around 19. But then Olympic Swimmer Dara Torres shows up. She was an olympic swimmer when she was 17, 21 and 25. Pretty normal age for retirement. She had a few kids. She kicked butt at being a mom.
And then at 33 years old she decides she’s bored or something gets back in shape and kicks so much ass at the trials that she lands herself on the Olympic Team ONCE AGAIN. And then 8 years later, she decides, heck I’m 41 now, no one has ever made the olympic swim team as old as I am, I want to get in shape yet again and teach these children how sports work.
And she still has the record for oldest US Olympic Swimmer, not even any men have beat out that record.
So basically what I’m saying is you could be an olympic swimmer, you really could be. And there are obviously a lot of things stopping you and trying to get in your way: your brain, society, too much chocolate cake for example. But if you really dedicate yourself to it and love it with all of your heart you could, you really could.
And lets say olympic swimming isn’t your jam? That’s cool too. There isn’t a single skill in this world that you can’t learn if you absolutely love it and want to. Any skill you want is going to take time. There are countless famous people who started learning a skill after 20, 30, 40, or even 50. Not a single person has even been president under age 35 (most likely because you’re not allowed to be, but there’s a reason for that). Whatever you want to do you’re probably going to be bad at first, and I’m talking really shitty.
Van Gogh got started in his 20′s and was thought to have no artistic talent at first and was forced to sit in the back of classrooms where the worst artists in the class sat. So yeah you’ll probably be bad, like really bad and everyone including you will think you’re bad. If you stick with it though, if you’re willing to work for years and years, if you keep loving it after all the pain it’s given you,
#looks like there’s still time for me to learn how to draw
… YES. As someone who started drawing at 35 and who always was like: ‘eh, I can’t draw a stick figure to save my life, but I would love to be able to’ this is near and dear to my heart. If you want to draw, start drawing. Keep drawing. Be shit at drawing at first. Keep it up, doodle things on scraps but also draw stuff you don’t think you can draw. Challenge yourself, you will be surprised what you can do. It will be frustrating at times, but it will also be awesome. It is SO much a matter of practice and dedication, not talent.
Don’t ever think for a second that it doesn’t! Want to start writing? Then write! You will get better the more you write, the more often, and you will improve, all of the time, as long as you dedicate yourself.
I like how this post is inspiring you to be Great at something, but I’d also like to point out that you don’t even have to be especially good at it - it’s enough if you enjoy it
So I'm watching JATP again, I know it's a problem. Anyways, you know when they're (Reg, Alex, and Julie) watching Luke watch his parents and one of them asks her to give them a second chance and she looks back to house. And we get that little close up of the dahlias (if I'm right) in the vase...
Well my brain came up with this little idea that what if when the camera focused in on the flowers, it was kinda like her focusing in on them. And when she saw them she thought about her mom and what she would do in this type of situation, ya know...
Wait, so we all know that 'Finally Free' and 'Bright' are originally Sunset Curve songs, right?
I'm wondering what they would sound like without Julie, now. You know? Because all of Julie's solos in those songs were originally Luke's if I'm right, so I just wanna know what they sound like...
So when my dad and I were driving around the mall waiting for my mom and sister to be done getting whatever they needed, and you know how there are speakers outside of the mall for music? Well when we heard music from them my dad says, "Hey, the ghosts are playing." (we watch JATP together...)
And this kinda made me think about how the guys would react if they heard Trevor's (their) songs on the radio. Would they be mad or something or would they just change the station?
Then THIS thought made me think about, do you think the guys sing the songs Trevor stole to Julie? And do you think that she likes their version way better than Trevor's because I know I would. 100 percent, no doubt about it.
Do you wonder how Caleb knows that the guys are "too powerful"?
Because he just talked to them or Willie told him about them (probably not a ton) and I like to think that you can't really can't get a lot of information from being told that people can see them when they play with Julie...
Do you think that Reggie has more experience with technology out of the three of them because he searches up rock sites (Carlos said that whenever he opens his laptop it's always on some rock site and Julie said Reggie's name under her breath because she knows he'd really be the only one to do that).
And he was the one to search up their video of 'Edge of Great' for the Orpheum people (I'm blanking on what their called) while Luke just watched him do it.
AND I'd like to think that he learned from hanging around Ray a bunch.
Not really, so I was thinking (because I was watching JATP again, what's new) about the Unsaid Emily scene and I was wondering in his parents could hear him.
'Cuz I know that people can hear them without Julie, but I was also wondering if they need their instruments in order to be heard, you know?
And if his parents CAN hear him, do you think it's like very faintly. Kinda like that tiny voice in your head or something?
Has anybody thought about what sport/ extracurricular activity the band would be in??
'Cuz I feel like Julie would be an artist, of course, but I don't know what the other would be in. Would Luke be in basketball or something? What about Alex or Reggie? What would they be in???
Sorry for posting a bunch, I just have a lot of thoughts...
So. I was watching the scene where Julie sings 'Wake Up' right... and I noticed that when Julie read the very sweet note that her mom left her and hugged the paper, that Alex and Luke look over at Reggie at the same time.
Now I know you're probably just like, "They were all looking at each other while she was playing. What so different now?" Well since Reggie didn't look at them the way you normally would in that kind of situation and just stared at her, fiddling with his fingers, this could mean something.
I could be reading too much into this and it really means nothing but I like to think that it does, so...
