#zarahjoyce

[sylkithecat]

Simufina alert! In Simu's recent IG photo he shows off his fake tattoos. I'd like to direct your attention to the Tiger tattoo on his left arm, exactly where Nora has her tiger. 🐯❤️ 😏

Oop. Why does this reminds me of @zarahjoyce fanfic? 💖

[hiyasdoodles]

So I tried to draw Wang Yeo/Grim Reaper from Goblin for @zarahjoyce but I got distracted because Lee Dong Wook's face

[jonsadungeonsanddrabbles]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Jon Snow/Sansa Stark Characters: Jon Snow, Sansa Stark, Rickon Stark Additional Tags: Modern AU, Drama, Oops, idek Summary:

"You're her?" he asks, his voice gruff, looking everywhere but at her.

So much for being a ladies' man.

"Yes," she breathes, placing a hand on his arm and moving it up, up, "and no. I can be whoever you want me to be for tonight, though." Sansa looks at him through her lashes and smiles again, before moving behind him under the guise of massaging his shoulders.

I can even be the one who ends you, Targaryen.

[firebirdsdaughter]

Basorexia and a Toku pairing of your choice :P

Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss.

*chaotic flailing* Well, on the one hand, this is probably good practice for writing romance.

On the other, this is out of my writing comfort zone, and I’m panicking that I’m embarrassing myself and/or disappointing everyone. DX

But I said I would! Once more to the breach, dear friends!

I’m afraid I went kind of AU w/ this due to my delicate sensibilities. DX (also this got a little long DX)

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Burning. The police station was burning.

Black, oily smoke streaked across the blue sky, cutting a dark line above the landscape. The other two are frozen, Umika’s arm still extended, pointing towards the blaze. Even if they couldn’t see the the station tower ablaze, all three of them know where it is—though he was pretty sure he was more knowledgable of its inner workings than either Kairi or Umika—enough that he could tell that, as bad as it looked from this distance and the outside, it was much, much worse.

The grocery bags drop from his arms, but he didn’t care, or look for where they fell; he didn’t even look back to see if the other two were behind him, simply running full tilt through the streets, toward the massive blaze. His feet pounded against the pavement in time with his frantic heart as it leapt into his throat—he ran blindly, going on pure instinct to find the way, sending furtive prayers to any and all deities he could think of that this was her day off, or that she had been out on call when the fire started, that she wouldn’t get back there in time to do anything dangerous trying to save others. The last wish was selfish, maybe, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t going to go through it again. He couldn’t lose her, too.

He shoved his way through the gathering crowd, disregarding all protestations, until he came to the front. What he saw made him sick—sparks, ash, and embers were drifting through the air as officers and other first responders rushed around in a panic. There were wounded with severe burns and other injuries being carried towards ambulances—some on stretchers, others pulled along by comrades—medics fluttering about them; though the thought filled him with terror, he strained to see over the shoulders of the people attending  to see the passing patients faces. To see if any of them were her.

He realised that the other two were there when Umika gasped at his shoulder. “Look!” She cried, pointing, and he followed her trembling finger. Staggering through the chaos was Keiichiro, pulling Sakuya along beside him. The younger cop’s uniform was ripped and smouldering, revealing massive burns down his side. He was practically unconscious, at the least, unable to stand, his unit chief dragging him bodily along, shouting for a medic.

Without a second thought, he ducked under the barricade, ignoring Kairi and Umika shouting behind him and dodging all attempts to grab him. He rushed at Keiichiro, grabbing a handful of the cop’s collar forcefully. “Where is she?!” The words were an angry snarl, and he hardly recognised his own voice.

Keiichiro took his hand by the wrist, pulling it off his collar, staring levelly back into his face. “Tsukasa was in the office.” Was the short reply. Under any other circumstances, he should have been surprised the officer knew exactly who he meant. “We haven’t seen her. I need to get Sakuya to medical.” Without another word, the cop pushed gently but firmly past as Kairi and Umika rushed up behind.

He faintly heard Kairi asking if Keiichiro was okay, someone trying to tell them to get back—but then everything was drowned out by a loud crashing from somewhere in the building, and everyone turned to look, watching in horror as the tower came crashing down, the building collapsing in upon itself.

“… No…” It was as if the air itself had been ripped from his lungs, his heart sinking into a pit of ice. “No!” With a shout, he made a rush for the door, only to be brought up short when hands grabbed his arms, yanking him back. He fought madly, screaming and hollering, even when Kairi and Umika tried begging him to calm down.

Then, through the smoke, he saw something. A flash of colour, of what looked like the most beautiful hue in the whole universe. The sight stilled him immediately, the people trying to restrain him bumping into his sides and each other, but he ignored them, staring at the doors, seeking desperately again for the burst of brightness. From the smoke, limping, staggering, appeared an outline—steadily it got bigger, until…

Tsukasa burst from the thick veil of smog, almost carrying two kids in cadet uniforms, staggering along on a wounded leg.

Paramedics rushed to her, relieving her of her burdens, and the moment she was free of them, he was racing forward—he wasn’t sure how he’d broken free of the people holding him back; it seemed like he had been divested of his jacket. But that didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but reaching her.

She looked up and saw him just before he reached her, and her eyes widened in  surprise under the dust and soot. “Touma?” Then he had his arms around her, hugged her fast to his chest, and the next words were muffled by his shirt, “What are you…?”

He just pulled her closer, clutching tighter just to be sure she was really real, ducking his face into her hair. “… We saw the fire.” He murmured, at last, moving back a little, just enough to lean down and press his forehead against hers, his arms moving  to settle at her waist. “I… I was…” His voice gave out.

But she was gazing right back into his eyes, like he was all that was in her world the same she was all that existed for him, and he knew she understood. She slipped her arms up from under his arms to cup his face in her palms. “… I’m here.”

Then he was kissing her frantically, the few moments of absolute terror, of fearing he had lost her, pouring into a need for contact. He had no right idea when he had started, but also didn’t care, especially when she pushed back with equal force, like he was her oxygen, too. Somewhere behind him, he heard gasps, ranging from shocked, to scandalised, to delighted, but the sounds might as well have been galaxies away.

In that moment, it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that they’d just blown the top off the relationship they’d been trying so hard to keep secret. It didn’t matter that there would be talk. It didn’t matter that he was secretly one of the last descendants of Arsène Lupin, charged continuing the great thief’s legacy from behind a mask, or that she was a cop from a team specifically created to stop him and his other two distant relative who were standing in shock somewhere behind him. It didn’t matter that, in the end, that truth would likely destroy whatever it was between them forever. All that mattered was that he had her in his arms now, alive and well when she could have been gone, and that she was clinging just as fiercely to him as he was to her.

They had now. And, for the moment, that was enough.

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… Mistakes were made. I need sleep. Wow this came out longer than I thought it would. Sorry this took me so long. I hope it came out alright. DX

[touchyourheart]

Doing god's work you are, bless you!!!

Thank you, I’m trying my best!! TYH definitely deserves recognition so I made this blog to try to help.

[tokutracks]

the following requests have been posted:

@orpheust-elos 

madan senki ryukendo - hiroshi kitadani

go! ryukendo - kenji ohtsuki

everybody goes - nanase aikawa

beautiful - mariko shibano

prism of eyes - max

zutto zutto zutto - mariko shibano

@zarahjoyce

gotcha☆goseiger (type 2 remix) - hideyuki takahashi

@wakaifutaba

double-action gun form - ryotaro nogami and ryutaros (takeru sato and kenichi suzumura)

anon

chouzetsu lion ha-oh! (original karaoke) - yukio yamagata

[picmurasaki]

How are you, Eleanor? You doing okay?

She smiled back, right then and there. I am now, Rokurou. Thank you.

From @zarahjoyce’s fic Spiral Hail - Yawn

Something happy with this ship once in a while is nice until my headcanon LoC!Rokurou happens, that is. |||orz

Anyways… enjoy?(; ﾟﾟ)♥

[misty-reeyus]

@zarahjoyce replied to your post: Do you think Yuri is in love with her? If so, when...

I CAN LISTEN TO YOU TALK ABOUT YURI/ESTELLE FOREVER OMG

IM GLAD BECAUSE I COULD TALK ABOUT THEM FOREVER TBH