#Innerer Monolog

[yudzukii]

Ich frage mich, ob du weißt

wie oft ich dich ansah, ohne dich zu unterbrechen. wie oft ich dir Raum gab, als ich es klar fühlte, wie du innerlich zerbrachst. Wie oft ich dich hielt und die Scherben sortierte gemeinsam mit dir.

Wie oft mir Gedanken kamen, und ich mich fragte: "Was meine Worte wohl mit dir machen?" Wie oft ich schwieg und sie nicht sagte, weil ich dein Herz hielt und dich achte.

Wie oft ich mich fragte ob du es spürst, in meinen Worten, in meinen Taten, zwischen den Zeilen, in der Stille, in den Momenten sanften Wartens.

Dass ich heut still bin, und vielleicht ist mein Schweigen der lauteste Beweis.

Dass ich nicht weiß, ob du es weißt, es dich erreichte, was ich meint'. Doch vielleicht, spürst du es eines Tages und brauchst du es mir nicht mehr zu sagen, denn dann weißt du, dass ich längst fühlte, was vor deinem Herzen verborgen lag.

[mimopeaches]

Peeta: She's amazing and has no idea the effect she has on people. Everyone loves her.

Katniss: this bitch is insulting me

[cheyenneisarose]

Credit to @ kaphzzz on here for these images! The art is from @ Starpark on Instagram.

[camelspit]

unraveled is a good name because its unraveling my will to keep reading the series

[downbaddetective]

Soooo... uh, this happened. The Cat King seems to have possessed me momentarily so as to wax poetics about his favorite ghost? This is also without much editing, so I'm sorry if it's kinda bad. All mistakes are my own, and so are all of my commas that you can try and pry from my cold, dead hands. (Please be nice, I haven't written anything but essays for the world to see in a looooooong time. The Howl's Moving Castle AU will probably benefit from me practicing a little before diving headfirst into it, so...) This can be read in any way you'd like, but I see this as pre-relationship Catwin.

Edwin had been at it for hours, staring into the void of... something. Something there in the middle distance that Thomas desperately wishes was him in moments only known to himself. Longing to be at the center focus of that gaze. Stupidly gorgeous, intelligent eyes that would without hesitation cut him down if the urge struck.

Thomas regrets the gift now. The stupid coin ('drachma', a familiar voice sounded in his mind. Even when in the same room, he still plagues his thoughts, unbelievable!). The coin has been worn smooth with handling, and age wasn't doing the damned thing any favors. But, oh, it was mesmerizing to watch quick fingers passing it amongst themselves. Edwin's hands were always busy, not unlike his own, so it only seemed natural to offer tribute to the force of nature that was and is Edwin Payne.

The coin itself wasn't anything of any significance; in fact, Edwin would probably be able to say more about it now with its smoothed over faces than Thomas would have had the day he obtained it. But significance has been bestowed upon the soft metal simply by making contact with just about the only deity that Thomas would pray to in this day and age, time only having made him jaded and guarded since the last time he dared.

"Thomas?" And no, he takes it back, green eyes sear through him once more, and he remembers why he shies away every time. And the name, gods that name, his name, in the possession of the first in his long, long life that he hoped would choose to keep him. The facade slips back into place quickly, but before he could respond, the ghost is already continuing, "Heads or tails?"

"Oh, talk dirty to me, kitten."

Edwin raises one unimpressed brow but merely asks once more, "Head or tails?"

The coin is still being woven between his fingers, but now the Cat King of Port Townsend has had his prayers answered, Edwin Payne's unwavering focus entirely trained on him. And he had meant it all those moons ago when he had told the detective that want and pleasure and punishment were not mutually exclusive. This right here had to be punishment, to want something, someone, so badly and yet have to look away or risk being blinded.

"Don't know what I'm playing for, sweetheart. You know I don't work like that."

Edwin's face shifted ever so slightly, just enough that Thomas could see the hellfire burning deep down within him, that thing that saved him, that got him out of hell the first time, alone. And, for a brief moment, Thomas took the time to pray again, this time to anyone listening that, for once, Thomas would be allowed to keep Edwin right back.

"Heads..." and in a movement too quick for even the cat in him to catch, the coin is flicked up in the air at an impressive height and is caught by Edwin's palm flat to the desk in front of him. "Or tails, Thomas? Or do you distrust me that much?"

It truly is pathetic how that gets his heart racing.

"You should know me by now, kitten."

"Tails then, is it?"

One slight nod of the head was sufficient enough for him, apparently, because Edwin's hand began to lift off... of nothing. He could feel his face contort in confusion before he could school his features. And looking back up to the ghost's face, he saw what he could only describe as childlike glee in place of the fire that had been there earlier.

"You think you're clever, don't you?"

" I happen to know I'm clever. I don't see how that has any relevance right now."

"Okay, so now what, hmm? Are you going to pull it out from behind my ear now?"

"Don't be ridiculous. You would know if it was behind your ear."

Would he, though? Edwin took up all of his senses when he was around so Edwin could drop a house on him, and he probably wouldn't notice (probably). But he looked at Thomas expectantly. Even through the playfulness, a challenge has been issued, a puzzle to be solved. 'Find it.' his eyes told him.

And so he closed his eyes. He had used magic that much was obvious, but Edwin was still novice on pockets and travel that didn't involve mirrors, so it couldn't have gone very far. And... no. No, that was too easy, probably a diversion to make him look foolish. But still, he could taste the faint ozone on his tongue.

Thomas stood and leaned over the desk, bracing himself with the arm that wasn't reaching for, arguably, the bigger trickster of the two. For his part, Edwin was keeping eye contact, his face not betraying him one bit. And Thomas is so very grateful to have witnessed this kitten learn that he has claws.

And the only thing Thomas, The Cat King of Port Townsend could do in this moment was once again pray to any and every deity listening that Edwin would want to keep him and that he would be able to keep him right back.

Edwin's eyes flutter closed momentarily when the heat of Thomas' hand passed close by the side of his face. He was right, though. There's a little bit of buzzing energy right behind his ear. He grabs the coin out of the pocket that Edwin had created, out from behind his ear.

He offered up the coin once more as tribute to this beautiful creature in front of him. Edwin took it carefully from his hand with a faint grin on his face.

[arisveah]

i just think someone should tell gem that her streams and vods are well appreciated, is all

[mayasaura]

thank you for affirming I’m not the only one suffering from griddlehark/wrightworth comparisons, I’ve ranted about this to my partner (who has not even played ace attorney and only knows about it from my insane rambling) multiple times now

THEIR PERSONALITIES ARE TOO SIMILAR!!

It feels like every time I've reached as far as I can go in my comparisons, I hit a new depth. Gideon's orange hair is getting spiker in my mind as we speak.

No, but really, in the Griddlehark version of these games, the Pool Scene is the turning point in a case about Ortus' murder that becomes a trial about the murder of Harrow's parents, that becomes a trial over the murder of 200 children, in the most egregious violation of conflict of interest ever recorded. The judge is wildly superfluous. Palamedes holds Gideon's hand through her shocking confession of murdering Prosecutor Harrowhark's parents.

[thedevilsoftruth]

GUYS I PERFORMED THE SEBASTAIN STAN MOO COW MONOLOGUE THING TODAY!!!!

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

writing grieving characters is strangely fun because they will talk about anything and everything exepet that someone is dead

[skitskatdacat63]

[veone]

🤔 its time i attempt that wattpad author dream and write a fanfic.

[trashformha]

okay, so chapter 390 really made me realize why Touya apologized to Shouto. Also another note Shouto didn't hear that apology because Touya said it after he left. Touya knows he is dying so he Shouto won't get to mingle with him like he wanted.

ok so I've had some time to process the chapter and I think dabi's fate is supposed to be left ambiguous,which isn't that bad. Dr. Garaki said that dabi should have died along time ago and scientifically speaking it doesn't make sense for him to still be alive, so who knows? Maybe Touya will surpass this docs expectations. Maybe he won't.

As for chapter 390...

After going back to it I see what you mean. I still wish we got a bit more of dabi's inner monolog however. The Todoroki family subplot focused on Endeavor too much at times.The resolution between Touya and Shoto simply felt too short.But well I suppose there is no changing that now.

[pseudonemisis]

Johnny Silverhand for character of all time

[merwynpersonalhub]

i guess a new year revolution i have here is to reblog more things instead of being shy lol

[us-agent-atyourservice]

Pink jacket and gloves added to the list! I’ll get him to wear it, trust me.

Bob did seem like a yellow kind of guy. Though that might have been because of the Sentry thing… probably shouldn’t mention it. Alexei is red. There’s no way it isn’t. I mean- his whole theme is just. Red. I’m just happy it’s not neon red or something like that

I’ll ask the girls! I’m sure Aunty Yel will be easy to contact. Can’t say I’ve interacted with Ms. Starr though… first time for everything, I guess. If you wanna know you can just. Say it or something.

I mean, I’ve always seen you has like a gray-blue—not a blue-gray. There’s a difference (or I’m a nerd. Maybe both). You don’t really seem heavy on red for me. But who knows, I’m me

- 🌙

I don't think it is because of Sentry. Sentry is the annoying kind of bright yellow that makes my eyes hurt but Bob is more of a dark yellow? Orange-ish yellow? Like the sun or a sunflower. A rich yellow instead of the bright ass highlighter yellow that Sentry is.

um...anyway, I still think Bob is yellow. And Alexei is definitely red. As for the girls-

Aunty Yel? Yel is short for Yelena, right? I think it is. Which means this kid, I assume, is somehow related to her? But they would have to be her siblings kid and her only sibling was Natasha, right? But she was trained in the same place as Yelena, wasn't she? So she couldn't have kids. Unless she adopted? I don't she is the adopting type but I didn't know her. Or maybe it is the kind of thing where people call their parent's friends "aunty"? Lemar used to do that. So maybe they are one of Yelena's friends kids. But Yelena doesn't have many friends, does she? Maybe it is someone on the team?

...Yeah...I don't think I am gonna ask the girls. I pretty sure they wouldn't give me actual answers and, as nice as it is to speculate here, I don't care all that much. But, yeah, you should ask them if you are interested.

So...um...Aunty Yel?