#loquacious cat rambles

[loquaciouscat]

I have nothing else to say

[ID: A Tiktok by mahopacteens titled "Can you guess the manga series today?" A shelf of books bound in red paper is shown next to a sign that says "Blind Date with a Book." Someone picks up a volume titled "When Your Boss Violates Child Labor Laws," which is revealed to be Mob Psycho 100. End ID]

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[vacantgodling]

LOQUACIOUS IS SUCH A GOOD WORD I WANNA SEE THAT ONE PLSSSS

AHHHH YEAH!!

so loquacious is an exploratory piece that i wrote in the hell year (2020) when i was just beginning to think i should shift vdtrt into what it is now. it wasn’t even CLOSE to where it is today BUT i was definitely thinking about softening gabe up—gabe actually used to be much angrier and gruffer in earlier versions of his character but after awhile it just didn’t feel right. so this piece is from his perspective and it’s talking about how darren is, well, loquacious (or very talkative lol) but with a caveat: he only seems talkative around him.

in some ways this is still somewhat canon. darren is a person who prefers to kickback and let others lead social interactions but around people he’s close with (like olice and like, now, gabe) he tends to talk a Lot because he feels comfortable to. actually in a lot of ways darren mirrors Me personally because i’m p chill but if i know you well i will absolutely talk your ear off, my partner can attest to this.

i never finished it tho, but i can show you what i wrote! so without further ado (also don’t mind some of the more specific details; some info is Wrong or has been retconned)

It always struck Gabe— how absolutely, incessantly, unmitigatedly talkative Darren was. Or at least, how talkative he was with him. Gabe was never much someone for breaking the silence unless he absolutely had to, but there was something about his boyfriend that loosened his tongue and eased off his usually closed shell.

When they lay together, limbs curled around one another like two overgrown cats and Gabe looked into his dark eyes and wound his fingers through his coarse hair; it occurred to him often that he’d just tune out whatever nonsense Darren was saying. About the weather, about the time, the timing of the weather and the reason for it; about the class that they shared that they both hated, or the classes they didn’t and he was curious about. He could seemingly ramble on and on about nothing, and Gabe would let him, interjecting in his chatter to murmur his opinion or hum in understanding every now and again. He wasn’t a bad boyfriend— sometimes he tuned the bloodsucker out but he was always listening.

The only reason it occurred to him at all that Darren was so talkative, was that, unless they were alone, he was oddly quiet. Rather than not having anything to say, he just took the back seat and listened.

Granted, the two of them did have very outspoken friends. Their respective best friends in particular (Michaelis for him and Marco for Darren) were two of the most opinionated, talkative people that Gabe knew— and he knew his father. Still, instead of joining in on their chatter, Darren was content to ‘kick his feet back’ and ‘enjoy the view.’

He listened when others talked and listened well, and it wasn’t as though their friends didn’t encourage him to talk— the opposite— they always hounded him to speak up more but he’d laugh it off and say “Well you all already know what I’m going to say!”

They didn’t. Not by a long shot.

Because Darren talked about everything and nothing. About small details people wouldn’t expect he’d notice, about deep philosophies that Gabe wasn’t even aware that he’d known. About inconsequential things about why does pasta taste like that (with his nose wrinkling) […]

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the end tapers off into an unfinished sentence unfortunately lol. but the main bit of retconned info is michaelis existing bc he doesn’t anymore he kinda got absorbed into estel lol. also the classes bit bc it’s more focused on the roadtrip than the school like the old wip used to be. but i do still like this piece! it’s more recent so the style is much better than my older works LOL

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[cowardlychimera]

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Hi!! Welcome to my blog :3 It's mostly just Omori and my random ramblings, but I will talk about other medias I like sometimes!!

Note: This post may be edited, check when you can!

Last edit: 12/31/22

✧Basic info about me!

Name(s): Chimera (main name), Chime, Snip, Sun

Pronouns: Any

Orientation: Grayaroace pan

Gender: Whatever I want whenever I want (genderqueer)

✧Some interests!

(bold = special interest)

Omori

Gris

Pokemon

Purrgatory

Sky: Children of the Light

Courage the Cowardly Dog

Guardians of Ga'Hoole

Serial Experiments Lain

Nichijou

Warriors

Varjak Paw

Ringing Bell

Undertale

Deltarune

The Property of Hate

Flight Rising

Haibane Renmei

✧Extra!

Please do not copy, trace, steal, repost, or edit my art.

Please do make fan content of my aus if you want to!!! If you would like to, please share it with me, I'd love to see! Oh, and please credit me too, so people can find more information about the aus if they're interested!

That said, please do not make offensive or sexual content of my aus.

Please do not start conversations with me regarding sexual stuff, drugs, or alcohol without permission.

I'm not comfortable with sharing all my medical info where everyone can easily find it cuz that's a horrible idea, but I may mention stuff I have sometimes!

If you try to fakeclaim me or something I'll just ignore you and block you.

Similarly, if you refuse to be nice or overstep boundaries on purpose, block button it is!

Please for the love of god Do Not drag me into drama or discourse, this blog is meant to be a safe space for me, I'd rather not get yelled at.

This doesn't mean I'm fine with shitty people or condone horrible things! I'd just rather not make myself a target by getting involved. You're safe here as long as your beliefs + opinions don't support the harm of people just living their lives. Bigots fuck off <3.

✧My aus!

Main aus:

11:11 PM

Encore

Lilac

Mission: SOS

Devil's Hour

Forgotten Light

Side aus:

Setting Sun

Schrodinger's Cat's Reverie

✧Favorite Omori characters and ships! For funsies <3

Characters:

Sunny

Abbi

Humphrey

Sweetheart

BYC

Experiment 667

Omori

Uni

Meido

Tako

Shattered Omori

Omoli

Mari

Biscuit + Doughie/Bowen + Daphne

Butler

Captain Spaceboy

Loquacious Cat

TV Girl

Mincy

Ships:

Sunny x Kel

Aubrey x Basil

Sunny x Kel x Aubrey

Sunny x Aubrey x Basil

Sunny x Aubrey x Kel x Basil

Sunny x Mincy

Mincy x Cris

[ezrasarm]

Headcanon idea: Ezra + making up after an argument (only if you feel like it though 🥰)

Arguments

Pairing: Ezra x Reader

Warnings: The ending accidentally got ever so slightly spicy which was not my initial intent at all so you can choose to interpret it however you like 😂

A/n: This wasn’t meant to happen but it’s essentially a drabble in bullet form now... iTs HeAdCaNoNs OkAy? (Thanks for the help or at least entertainment @chaotic-noceur and @din-damn-djarin)

It didn’t even start out as an argument. It was just a conversation at first. It wasn’t even about anything important.

You had been talking about a book, something the two of you did often, and your interpretations of the authors intent just happened to diverge somewhere along the way.

But let’s face it. Ezra can be a stubborn, stubborn man. As soon as he catches a whiff of competition, he digs his heels in and he has to win. And when he gets like that he can become infuriating.

You weren’t even trying to tell him he was wrong! You were just trying to open his mind to the possibility that there might be another side to story but it was like you couldn’t get a word in edge wise and he was tearing apart every word you said. It wasn’t fun anymore and you just had to get away from him.

You weren’t even mad at him. You were just tired of not being heard, so you excused yourself and told him you would be sleeping in your own bunk that night.

You don’t think he understood quite what had set you off when you let out a sigh, a shake of your head, and told him you were going to bed but trying to fall asleep that night he found the sheets were entirely too cold without you pressed into his side.

Being the stubborn, stubborn man he is apologizing doesn’t come easy to him. In fact he doesn’t see why he needs to apologize. In his eyes you were just engaging in slightly more impassioned discourse. He was quite impressed with the way you structured your arguments and that flare he saw in your eye when you found something to rebuttal to. But he saw the irritation, the resignation and tiredness too. He knew he must have struck a nerve somewhere.

Which is why you found the foot of your bed dipping as he came to sit at the edge, his hand running up and down the length of you calf through the blankets and stopping when he would grab hold of your foot and give it a light squeeze.

“Are you awake there, little bird?”

“No.”

He can’t help but chuckle softly at that as he scoots up the bed and folds himself over you so he can try to find your eyes in the dark.

“I-“ He was going to say ‘I know’ but it appears his smart-aleck-edness is what got him in trouble in the first place.

“I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

“I’m not upset.”

“Then what is this?” He asks gesturing in the darkness to the way you had childishly turned your back to him the moment he took a seat.

“Are you actually going to let me speak?”

Oh. That’s what it was about.

“I...” he clears his throat “I realize I have a tendency to be a tad... loquacious at times and that can mean you don’t always get a chance to voice your perspective on certain matters or get a word in edgewise and that-“

He goes on rambling like that for almost a whole minute while you sit patiently, lips pursed and eyebrows raised like a teacher waiting for a rowdy class to quiet down before he finally gets the hint.

You knew Ezra couldn’t help it at times. That his meandering sentence structure and his embellished vocabulary could often act as a coping device or defence mechanism of sorts.

Often you found it endearing, like the way he bumbled with his words right now as he tried to beg your forgiveness in the the most circuitous manner possible.

“Ezra,”

He halts, embarrassment overcoming him at the idea that he had just done it again in trying to explain he would do the very opposite.

“It’s okay.” You assure him. “You just gotta give me a chance every once in a while. Otherwise you may as well be talking to yourself and we both know you’ve done enough of that over the years.”

At that he nods and you let out a soft laugh at his over compensation.

“Now come here,” you say, pressing a quick peck to his lips and pulling up the covers to invite him in beside you.

“You’re allowed to speak you know?” You hum once he’s pressed up against your back, an arm wrapped tightly around your middle and his lips drifting over the skin of your shoulder.

“Hmmm, but your skin tastes so much sweeter than the words on my tongue.”

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[jaqdawks]

one more blog assignment for school and then im free

Ramblings of a Vet. Omori Fan

I don’t have many ideas so I thought I would give my top five favorite NPCs. Enjoy!

5. This Guy

Yeah that’s literally his name lol. He doesn’t do much but I just like his name. You can find him in Humphrey

4. Mewo

No real reason for this, I just enjoy the cat. She is pretty cool, and what happened to her in the real world is a bit vague. She deserves more screen time than she got, but I guess we must have secrets anyways.

3. Loquacious Cat

This one spouts gibberish and I love it. Give me ur wisdom, oh strange one. Loquacious means talkative, and yeah the Loquacious Cat kinda is? When asked the meaning of life, it responds

"A PAIR OF RUSTY SCISSORS"

And those are words of wisdom that I live by. The only downside with the Loquacious Cat is that it hurts to look at it.

2. Ems

SHE ATE. A WHOLE ASS. CHEESE WHEEL. We love that, that’s great. Her first encounter is pretty strange, and you’ll never see her again if you don’t seek out the golden sandwich doors. But otherwise, based on those minimal experiences, I put her high on the list.

1. Smol

Do I even have to say anything? He is perfect.

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I hope you enjoyed reading my weird blog posts. Omori is really such a fun game, if you haven’t played it, seriously go do that. I have been waiting for this game for several years and now that it’s out, I can proudly say I’m not disappointed. Anyways, I will probably never update this blog series again. Goodbye!

[ofgodsandllamas]

Pass the happy! 🌻🌈 When you receive this list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications! No pressure! 💖

Oooof, the last half year or so since my big move have been b a d so this is like an exercise in what still compels me 😂

1. First and foremost is my cat Moxie, better known as Moo. I've had her for 6 years, since the day she was born, and we are Very Attached. She is my babyyyyy 💕

2. Animal Crossing! I'm eagerly awaiting New Horizons but in the meantime there's something v comforting about New Leaf.

3. Travel! Last year I went to Japan three times!!!!! In one year! And it was amazing. I took my first solo trip and proved to myself that I'm far more capable than I tend to think. I regret not doing it sooner, not seeing more countries before leaving Korea. I want to take a trip to Canada with my friend next year and I want to plan BIGGER for a trip to Iceland - and a return to Korea and Japan trip. 💕

4. Art makes me pretty happy, I'll say. I went from subpar skills, thinking myself "untalented" and, admittedly I did things kind of backward, starting with watercolors before realizing I didn't possess the drawing skills to create what I wanted 😂 I bought myself some sketchbooks and learned how to do gestures and have tried to make a habit of drawing frequently (but I didn't all last week). I have a long way to go but I'm ENJOYING it again and don't feel so frustrated about my inabilities anymore. (Funny enough, art is not the first time I decided to teach myself something overwhelming and difficult; I've been self learning Korean too 😂) I follow a TON of art Instagram and twitter accounts and it just makes me happy to see people produce these lovely pieces of work and I hope one day I will, too!

5. Finally, I wanna say my trash shrine makes me happy. 😂😂😂 I first started listening to kpop in 2011 and my first love forever love was B1A4 lmao and I remember buying my first album in 2012. At that time my money was tight and I couldn't always afford to buy things as they released. The things I bought were precious and I saved for them. But then came a time I could more easily afford them and THEN I spent 2 years in Korea and idk it's v materialistic but also something about the accumulation if things you want and love is NICE. I'm staying with my inlaws at the time and all my belongings are in storage, but I managed to set up a tiny trash shrine with the things I acquired since and no lie, it had 200% improved my miserable spirits. 😂

Anyway, sorry for the rambling but it's early and Moo woke me wasaay too early and I'm just waiting til coffee is ready and hella rambling cos I am nothing if not loquacious and happy to talk about joyous things! Thanks for asking me! 💕

[unchartedterritoria]

Dangerous (Sam Drake x OC) - Chapter 3

If you don’t want to read it here, you can also read it on A03.

Dangerous - Chapter 3 A03 Link

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Chapter Summary: Faith talks to Sully and just how Sam, Nate, and Rafe really ended up in a Panama jail.

Faith carefully ascended the stairs of the museum clad in a midnight blue evening gown and matching heels, wondering for the two hundred and eighty-sixth time today why she was doing this...

Three Days Ago

Faith knew The Cellar pretty well, the bar bordered on the line of shabby and shady. She was happy to see it was still leaning more towards the shabby side. It was your typical dive bar, complete with well-worn u-shaped bar and aging pool tables and dart boards. The smell of cigar smoke and stale beer perfumed the air. Faith made her way towards the back of the bar, to the only occupied table. Sully caught a glimpse of her walking towards him and stood, putting the paper he had been reading off to the side of his scotch glass.

“Victor?” Faith asked.

“Sully, please,” he said with a smile, extending his hand.

“Faith,” she replied, taking his outstretched hand in hers, giving it a simple shake. Between the genuine smile and the rough hands, Faith immediately felt comfortable to be in his presence, the build-up of nerves in her belly that had accumulated throughout the day dissipating quickly. Faith sat down at the table, ordering a Jim Beam and ginger ale from the bartender that had appeared with another two finger glass of scotch for Sully.

“Oh I know who you are sweetheart, I remember when you were a little thing running around when I used to visit your grandpa.”

“I wasn't sure if you'd remember.”

“There's a couple of those visits I don't remember, but it's hard to forget the little girl that stole cigars from me once for smokestacks for the factory in her LEGO town,” Sully said with a laugh.

“Oh god, I remember that,” Faith groaned and buried her reddening face in her arms on the table, the image of her overall-clad self at seven flashing to life in her head. She chuckled and raised her head, running a hand through her auburn hair, settling it back to normal. Sully stared at her.

“You're the spitting image of your mother,” he said.

Faith dropped her eyes, and her chuckle quickly disappeared.

“Aw shit honey, I'm sorry,” Sully said, realizing the raw nerve that he had touched within in her.

“It's alright,” Faith replied, taking a swallow of her drink that had appeared beside her. “Just still trying to get used to the way things are now. Speaking of things,-” she said, pivoting away from the subject of her mother awkwardly. She reached down to her purse on the sticky floor beside her chair. She opened the canvas bag and pulled out the Bible she had found, now wrapped in a blue hand towel instead of the massive tablecloth she had originally found it in. “I was wondering if you could help me with this,” she said, putting the wrapped book in front of him. Sully unfolded the towel and stared at the Bible with a furrowed brow. He picked it up gingerly, running his fingers over the cover and the gold medallion on the front.

He flicked at the spine, testing the binding. “Where did you find this?” Sully asked.

“Found it in my mom's hope chest. I thought maybe you could find out where it came from, Gramps said you used to deal in antiques.”

Sully's eyes drifted up from the book to look at Faith. “Yeah, I've dealt with an antique or two,” he said, hoping that she wouldn't ask for any references. Thieving artifacts and helping to destroy lost cities probably wouldn't go over well. Sully gently thumbed through the pages of the book, a folded piece of paper falling to the table from between the pages. Sully set the Bible aside, unfolding the paper delicately. He read the lines of handwritten script to himself.

“This looks like part of a speech. Slavery...Union...Definitely Civil War era,” He muttered to himself, looking over the page in front of him. As his eyes scanned the ramblings, they settled over an underlined sentence. His bushy eyebrows raised in surprise. He looked over at Faith.

“Did you read this?” He asked eagerly.

“Yup.” Faith drained the last of her drink.

“Well, I'm not 100% sure, but I think you might have something here,” he said refolding the paper and slipping it back into the Bible. He wrapped it back up in the towel as gently as possible. “I'm not too good with my American History, but I know someone who is,” Sully said. The cogs in Sully's head began to turn as he started to form a plan.

“Here's the deal sweetheart. You see, my friend is in town for this black tie thing. He donated a couple of items to an exhibit at the museum. Don't look that impressed, it's just a couple of broken pots,” he said, waving off the artifacts as nothings as Faith's eyes widened with fascination. “He's only gonna be in town for this little bit, and I'm pretty sure he would want to see this...” Suggestion lilted in Sully's gruff voice. Faith raised an eyebrow,  an exasperated look on her face as she began to get the drift that Sully was pushing in her direction.

“Black tie?” Faith asked in a small defeated voice.

“Bring the Bible and the paper with you, he can take a look at it then. C'mon, beautiful girl like you, I'm sure you got a dress makes you look like a surefire knockout,” Sully assured, Cheshire cat grin spread across his face as he looked at Faith. Faith smiled at Sully's charm. Her automatic response to things had always been no. Over the years, she had developed into a creature of comfort. She had taken care of her mother for almost the last 20 years, adventure was never possible. She had spent her teens and most of her twenties in the company of her mother. Of course, she had friends and boyfriends, but family had always come first, her mother above all. Now her mother was gone. It was time to live for herself.

“Please tell me it's open bar,” questioned Faith.

~*~  ~*~  ~*~  ~*~  ~*~

Sam!

Sam, what the hell are you doing?

He's down!

What's the matter with you?

Fucking animal.

Sam's hazel eyes sprang open, the woman's voice and the crazed melody of Rafe's maniacal laughter still lingering from the dream. His heart raced, his breathing short and ragged. His recurring nightmare. It had been over 15 years but the events of that night in Panama still played vividly while he slept. Sometimes he would wake still hearing Rafe's laughter, or sometimes even have the faintest smell of the bar still in his nostrils, but the one thing that was constant was the dark eyes of the woman. The eyes full of anger, anguish, and horror. Their stare bore deep holes within him then and continued to now in his dreams.

18 YEARS AGO

It was his idea. Rafe had made the arrangements for the three of them to be taken into custody and put in the general population of the Panamanian jail the next day. The boys had decided to have one last blast of fun before their freedom was temporarily taken for the sake of Avery's treasure. Nate had picked a typical tourist bar out of habit. Tourist-laden places meant easy marks for Sam and Nate to make some money. They grabbed a seat at the open-air bar. The bartender approached, and Rafe slapped an American one hundred dollar bill down on the bar.

“Ron Abuelo. Three glasses and leave the bottle,” Rafe said nonchalantly. Sam and Nate rolled their eyes. Rafe had never lived a day in his life without money at his disposal, and his actions had always reflected this. Sam had worked his whole life to keep a roof over his and Nathan's heads and food in his brother's belly, even if it meant him going hungry for a day or two. Watching Rafe throw money around always sat poorly with Sam, mostly with distaste but also just a touch of jealously.

The bartender plopped three glasses in front of them, filling each with three fingers of the amber liquid. Nate picked up a glass and gave the liquor a sniff, it's strong smell turning his stomach before the liquid could hit his lips. Rafe slid a glass down to Sam as he raised his own, slightly tipping it to the brothers.

“To treasure gentlemen,” Rafe said, emptying most of the contents of his glass without waiting for a return. Nate grabbed his glass and held it out to Sam.

“Sic Parvis Magna.”

Sam took his glass and clinked it gently against his brothers.

“Sic Parvis Magna little brother,” he said as they both took a hearty swallow.

“Jesus,” Nate muttered, staring at the strong liquor in front of him while Sam let out a small whistle under his breath. Rafe simply let out a chuckle and topped off each of their glasses.

“Might as well enjoy it boys, it's going to be a little while before we drink something other than toilet wine,” he said with distaste.

The rum continued to flow for Sam, Nathan, and Rafe through the evening and into the night. Nate poured over his notes and maps through his drunk eyes as he tried to concentrate on the pages in front of him. Rafe, an always loquacious drunk, decided to regale the bar with cursory details of his business dealings, antiquities he had recently bought, making sure it was known to everyone around him that he was educated and wealthy. Sam sat quietly, people watching, enjoying his last evening of freedom for a while. Soon, the booze flooded Sam's system, causing Rafe to become much more amusing and his cigarettes to disappear a lot quicker than he was used to. Couples and tourists watched the three at the bar curiously. As the night went on and the liquor continued to flow freely, curiosity turned to aggravation as the constant sound of Rafe's cocky voice, and Sam's increasing cigarette consumption made the rest of the bar's stares turn from amusing to disgruntled. While Nathan had remained quiet, head held up in one hand, Sam had joined in Rafe's revelry, now sitting on the sticky bar top, telling people how someday he and his brother would be rich, live up to their birthright.

“You might wanna reign him in a bit son,” A voice said in Nathan's ear. Nate looked up to his left with watery eyes to see a man, judging by his voice an American, at his elbow. He was a middle-aged fellow in a bright green Hawaiian shirt and tan cargo shorts. Probably there on a second honeymoon with his wife, thought Nathan, though at the moment she was nowhere to be seen.

“Huh?” Nate asked, blinking the man a little more into focus.

“I'm saying you might wanna get your brother under control,” The man replied simply. Nate continued to stare at him, the booze simply clouding his mind too much to comprehend a word that was being said to him. Sam's ears pricked up, hearing himself being talked about.

“Can I help you, pal?” Sam said loudly, jumping down from the bar, eyeing up the man talking to his brother.

“C'mon man, I don't want any trouble,” The man said, defeated tone seeping through his voice, knowing that nothing good was going to come of this.

“Yeah, but, here's the thing,” Sam said as he walked up to him. He stopped and leaned his face in close to the man. His eyes crinkled as a small, sadistic smile formed on his lips. As Sam kept his eye contact, his right hand reached up to the bar, stealthily grabbing a long empty bottle of rum around the neck.

“I kinda do,” Sam replied, bringing the bottle down directly on the man's head. The bottle came down hard and fast, shattering as it made contact with his skull. The man crumpled to the ground as three large men quickly stood and charged at Sam. Rafe, finding Sam's action very amusing, cackled with laughter and jumped to Sam's side and into the fray, ducking a right punch from one of the locals, while throwing one of his own that managed to connect. The sound of falling glass roused Nate from his drunken daze to an immediate stance of action.

“Sam! Sam, what the hell are you doing?” Nathan yelled, standing up from his bar stool.

“Might as well actually go to jail for something little brother!” Sam shouted back, slipping out of a headlock. Rafe found this absolutely hysterical, his high pitched drunken laughter filling the bar as he sent one of the guys to the ground with a firm kick to one of his knees. The simple bar fight quickly grew into an all-out brawl, tensions that had built in the bar over the evening finally bubbling over with Sam's sudden physical, violent action. Government police flooded into the bar, bringing the fight to a halt. Two uniformed men grabbed Sam and slammed him into the side of the bar, knocking the wind out of him. A large hand grabbed his head and pushed it down into the bar top. Blood drizzled from his eyebrow and the corner of his jaw where a lucky blow had landed and already began to turn an off colour yellow. Sam turned his head, letting the blood drip out of his eyes and onto the bar. On the floor, he saw the pandemonium he had caused. Rafe was pinned on the ground by three officers, still laughing. Glass shards covered the wooden floor, along with spilled beer and the intermittent drops of blood. Among the chaos, two paramedics knelt attentively over a body, they conversed quietly in Spanish to each other while a woman with dark hair held the hand of the man on the ground. Sam noticed the bright green shirt covered in spatters of blood, the guy he had smashed with the bottle. Metal handcuffs clicked tightly in place around Sam's wrists. The large cop behind Sam grabbed a handful of his dark hair, yanking him upright. The movement caused the woman's eyes to shoot up.

“What the hell is the matter with you? Que?” The cop said in a thick accent. The voice sounded hollow in Sam's ears as he continued to stare at the woman across the room, her gaze connecting with his. Tears seeped from the corners of her dark eyes, eyes full of hate and anguish stared deep into Sam's, the rum haze in his brain clearing, the unsettling stare causing a sobering clarity to wash through him. Sam saw the words form on her lips. Rafe's mad howling, Nathan's pleas in Spanish, the people talking excitedly about the fight, all these empty sounds fell away within Sam, and with perfect clarity, he heard the two words the woman said to him, full of anger, hate and despise.

“Fucking animal.”

Sam sat up and looked at the small alarm clock on the nightstand. 4:08PM glowed in bright red. Shit, he knew he should have set an alarm. He flipped the dull sheets off and swung his feet to the floor of the hotel room. He pulled his white t-shirt off, damp with nightmare fuelled sweat, and flung it across the room onto one of the simple wooden chairs that seemed to be in every cheap motel room. He rubbed his stubbly face with his hands and grabbed his open pack of cigarettes and lighter from next to the alarm clock. He popped a smoke between his lips and lit it, taking a long drag as he stood up. He stretched and gave a little groan. He walked across the room to the cheap wardrobe and removed the garment bag that had been hung there the night before. Sam's mouth twisted into a sour look.

He hated getting dressed up in these damn penguin suits, but his brother had asked him to come, and when Nathan was involved, Sam couldn't find it in him to say no. Exhibit openings were not something he enjoyed, he didn't even like going for recon purposes. Too much security taking notice of him taking notice of them. Nathan had even asked nicely, rich people made him uncomfortable, unless he was stealing from them of course. But now Nathan was officially retired, complete with above board salvage business and brand new baby. Elena normally went with him to these functions, but an infant made that difficult. So, Nate had agreed to go and rub elbows, make “connections,” and drink the watered down scotch at this thing, Sam along for moral support. Sam hadn't seen Nathan in over a year, it was time to catch up with his brother and get his mind off his spat with Victor. Both Sam and Victor agreed they both needed a little time on their own after the Oak Island debacle. Sam made a mental note to make sure all future information from Charlie Cutter came from a sober Charlie Cutter. Sam knew that Victor was in his own words, “Gettin' too goddamn tired and too goddamn old for this shit.” Sam knew that he wasn't. He felt a fire within him that still burned for a great find, a great discovery, a great payday. It was still out there, waiting for one Samuel Drake to find it.

Sam sighed and headed towards the shabby bathroom, turning on the shower. In the meantime, he thought, might as well check out the goods at this museum and enjoy the watered down scotch, and swung the bathroom door closed behind him.

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DIY To Die

My ambivalence now indifference Transformed in a cocoon spun from my rambling thoughts. Gliding on wings of more than one bad experience, spreading darkness to each remaining flower child. Breaking their faith and teaching them the irrelevance of their actions. They tried to envelope me in their supreme optimism and positivity but I was broken. Doing whatever it took, taking whatever I was given just to get as high as the pile of overdue assignments on my desk. People said I was "lit" I have that party where I mixed codeine with whiskey. They thought I was having fun but in reality I was trying to kill me. My personality is type C for couldn't care less however I appear type A cuz well, take a guess, Im fluent in sarcasm and hyperbole and I'm particularly loquacious, good gracious there I go rambling again. But if u think I talk a lot just wait until you get a glimpse at what goes on in my head. My thoughts are so obscene my doctor says "maybe you have a drinking problem" at 15, I'm messed up. I smoke faster than my body replaces serotonin, and I drink more than the amount of BS people throw at me because you see these 20 dollar hallucinations were so much better than this bad trip, life, would be so much better if I just didn't have one. So naturally I was put on meds. Obviously I don't like the idea that it takes a pill for me to be happy but like I said I've always needed some kind of substance the only difference is this ones from a doctor. I need these things to be happy. Me waiting for happiness is like the mad hatter waiting for tea time, it never comes but still he sits on the edge of his seat with that crazy smile. A smile that at the first turn of Your head disappears faster than the cheshire cat. A smile I wear like a Halloween costume or army uniform 24/7 I conform. I'm such a good actor I bet Leo would have gotten his oscar years before if he had just taken a few tips. I remember when parties meant chips and a cake but now they were just going to someone's backyard to bake. I only go to these parties cuz my parents told me to be popular in high school. Well, mission accomplished Lynel. Now I have even more people I can push away. My family "jokes" that I'm the raincloud that has followed them since my birth, what they don't realize is I got all my negativity and hatred by evaporating it from the body of water I call Mom. My emotional oppression is now the product Of HER and my dads over agression. And now they have raised a perfect little emotionless conformity then try informing me it's all in my head. More like an emotionless contortionist, twisting my body every which way to fit into who they wanted me to be instead. And I'm all in my bed. It's the only family I ever need. My pillow is my shoulder to cry on, mattress my boulder to lie on and my blanket, giving me warmer hugs than I ever received as a child. I am dead. The flowers are dying, my ailing mind throws me deeper into insanity and I pray that I won't wake up tomorrow morning, mom that's not a threat it's a warning. I pray to get out of this purgatory, get out of my bed. Get it out of my head. But what's the point in praying if u gotta do it yourself. There's no DIY to the heart, or the soul, or to the mind, but there is a DIY to die. So I'm just gonna laugh til I do it myself. - [ ]

[loquaciouscat]

Excessive daytime silliness: I am so silly I literally cannot stay awake ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

[loquaciouscat]

I wanted to talk about this one thing people are skipping over. Reigen's feet scene. Read this first before judge me and laugh it off!!!

It is funny and it made me giggle as well, it became a meme really quickly. Yet it's actually a symbolism that is easy to miss unless you are familiar to Japan symbolism.

CW: discussion of s*icide. Please read at your own risk!!

To me, anime wasn't able to capture the seriousness of the situation.

Reigen was getting prepared to die.

Barefoot suicide is really a thing and also is a common TV trope in Japanese media. Many people believe it's because people don't want to track dirt and such into their ethereal destination, or to imply it was their choice to die. Apperantly as it got more commonly inspired by real life situations, abondoned pairs of shoes have became a symbol for suicide. Feel free to search yourself as well.

You can see in the manga panel, there was a literal hurricane going on in the place. All the people that have faced with Shigeo so far were all very powerful espers, yet got severely hurt. Reigen has no powers to protect himself, never had one. You can literally pinpoint the moment he has decided to go for it, and you can also how terrified he is.

He is ready to die to save Mob, yet he is still so scared. He goes for it anyways.

Considering seriousness of the situation, it was indeed a suicide mission for him. I believe the repeated scenes and focus on bare foot was to show Reigen was ready to risk everything to protect his young brother figure.

Everything Reigen had in his life, it was because of Mob's influence on him. This goes for both ways, we were shown how much Reigen affected Mob yet didn't fully grasp how much Mob affected Reigen. This was shown beautifully in the seperation arc. I believe we can see a similar situation going on here.

When he started S&S Counseling, he was an adult lost in life. He wanted to "become someone", (which I believe it's roots comes from his family dynamic) and Mob helped him achieved that. But it was built on a lie. And they both knew it, yet didn't talk on it. Mob didn't share about his hidden feelings much either.

At some point, understandably, it exploded. All the repressed feelings came to surface. Reigen risked everything he had left, including his life, to assure Mob that it was okay to struggle with his own identity, and it doesn't make him less or more of a person. We never really see Reigen being this vulnerable, so it was so refreshing to see. He didn't just assured Mob it's okay to struggle with self-acceptance, but he also admitted he struggles with it too. And it makes me cry whenever I think about he was willing to die to help the kid he raised.

I just can't help but adore the strong bond they have with each other. And I'm so glad the manga (and the anime) just ended with the most amazing way of showing self-acceptance.

I will always appreciate One's storytelling so much!!!

[loquaciouscat]

Y'know what?

Ritsu fucking Kageyama appreciation post

[loquaciouscat]

Tales of Miku - a short fanfiction about Serirei and Miku Day

On March 9...

Reigen enters the office, with a small snack in his hand. A bit later than usual, he stumbles into his chair without looking around, zoning out, already thinking about how he is supposed to make up for the waiting documents, two clients who are supposed to get in about 15 minutes later, him looking like a hot mess (he fell asleep on his couch yesterday watching a stupid soap drama and he was late) by the way he still needed his morning tea, hell, would the water boil in 15 minutes? He needed to-

His train of thought is disturbed by Serizawa's unfamiliarly cheerful sound.

-Reigen-san, good morning!

Reigen finally tears his eyes away from the nothingness he was staring at, squinting his eyes and looking up at Serizawa. His voice is way too high-pitched for the awful morning he started with. Also well, he looks, uh, different? His eyes are sparkling, wearing a proud bright smile. It is cute, to be honest, wait, you're not supposed to think about that coworker, god not again, we had this convo for the hundredth time now-

-How are you doing today?

Huh. Is that a.. cyan tie?

-Good morning to you too, Serizawa...

-I already made tea!

Oh. He doesn't need to worry about the tea at least. Although, he still needed to figure out what the hell was up with Serizawa.

He stares at Serizawa's hand unintentionally while he is handing the tea carefully. Wait wait, colorful bracelets now? He is wearing colorful bracelets? At work?

-Not quite chatty, are we?

Reigen shrugs, still debating with himself if Serizawa secretly got possessed or not by a teenage girl's spirit. "Not really. Had a not-so-great night. I keep getting reminded by my body after my 20s your body is not so kind back to you if you fall asleep in weird places. Anyways-"

Reigen stops mid-sentence, shuffling a bunch of papers and taking one, pushing it to Serizawa's chest quickly. "-please take a look at these. The next client is coming in -he glances at the clock- 7 minutes, so we don't have much time left. It sounded like a real spirit this time, so I took notes while talking on the phone."

-Oh! You don't have to worry about that, Reigen-san!

Reigen just stares at Serizawa with a dead-pan face.

-Respectfully Serizawa, I am pretty sure by judging the fact running this business for 4 years I know what I'm talking about. Please just read the papers.

-I canceled the appointments already!

Reigen's jaw drops this time, feeling his patience wearing thin. He takes a deep breath, no Reigen, you cannot start screaming out of frustration at 9.23 a.m., just reply to him kindly. There has to be some kind of emergency for Serizawa to do something like that without asking him first.

-Is everything okay Serizawa? What's the reason for that?

-We are celebrating!

Quick fact check. Is his birthday today? Nope, just celebrated it a few months ago. He does know there are still a few weeks before Serizawa's birthday, hmm, is it one of the kid's birthdays? Nope, not that either. Hell, he is not graduating either is he? Then what-

-Today is Miku day!

It takes a few seconds for Reigen to come back to his senses with the blow he has just received by the absurdity of where this conversation is leading to.

-There are many artists' stands opening up around the city, so I thought we can go together! Here!

Serizawa goes through his pockets, offering matching cyan-grey-pink bracelets Reigen has just seen Serizawa wearing a second ago.

-I even got one for you! I figured we can go matching!

Reigen could swear there was a hint of blush on Serizawa's face if he didn't think he was hallucinating.

-Miku as... the robot singer Miku?

Serizawa's face darkens with a single warning. As he speaks, his voice drops 3 octaves.

-She is not a robot.

Reigen takes away with the sudden change of mood, getting worried, and sweating as he speaks.

-O-of course she isn't! I didn't mean it that way! Um, she is...

Serizawa pierces Reigen's soul with his darkened gaze while he waits for Reigen's next words. Reigen gulps a bit too hard, hurting his throat.

-She is um... Vocaloid.. singer?

Serizawa's face brightens as if cherry blossoms are blooming all over the city, getting right back to his cheerful tone.

-Yes! As you know, I am proud to say I am one of her biggest fans, and also I don't need to mention how many events are happening everywhere! We are going to have so much fun together! There are lots of merch dropping just for the day alone, oh my, I don't need to mention...

Reigen zones out, cursing under his breath about how he didn't see this coming. Cyan tie, dark grey suit, grey shirt... It is Hatsune Miku's color palette. Of course, Serizawa was a big fan, judging by the amount of time he was stuck at his house as a hikikomori, it would be weird if he wasn't into anime and Vocaloid or something, he guesses.

-...We are going to have so much fun together! Right, Reigen-san?

Reigen snaps right back to reality, finding Serizawa with that soul-piercing stare again, but with an uncanny smile this time. It was threatening, he knew his expression was unintentional but it didn't make it less scary, like if he said no there would be another accident that blew up the whole city like Mob.

-Haha, yeah! I love Miku! Yay! Yippie! Let me grab my jacket and we can go!

While Reigen grabs his jacket and watches Serizawa buzzing with excitement, he thinks of a way to look up information about whatever the hell these virtual singers are about so he doesn't have to face with terrifying looks of Serizawa.

[loquaciouscat]

I love how we romanticize Reigen. Or Serizawa. Would anyone like them in real life bat your eye? Not really. Both are rather "miserable" adults in their early 30s. One missed "best years of his live", one has "no meaningful impact on society". Barely holding it together, without a lot of money, earning just enough to survive paycheck to paycheck.

Yet many people love them in their lives, and you can clearly see them trying. And I think that's enough. Isn't the whole show about this? What others think of you doesn't matter much. Be the best you can. It's never too late to change.

I think this is a mindset we all should cling to in our lives too. Being nicer to ourselves and others. Being hopeful, trusting ourselves more.

[loquaciouscat]

I feel so dizzy out of excitement SO BAD

Toby Fox actually made an interview with the legendary man Kikiyama? Kikiyama said yes to this? The man who dropped a fucking masterpiece, said nothing else and leave?

To all his answers being yes/no (except Denny's) I just.. love it. I love it so much. He is such an inspiration to me I cannot explain with words im limited to

Kikiyama i love you (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) The things I would do to just chat with you with a cup of tea...

[loquaciouscat]

He is so me coded fr

[ID: 4 various pictures of Serizawa Katsuya standing stiffly, staring into space with empty eyes, eyebags underneath. End of ID]

[loquaciouscat]

Tome talking to Seri and Reigen

President Chuck Norris: Teru

[Video Description: A video of Steven Yeun talking. He is standing with his hands in his pockets, with a sad and defeated look on his face. The text:

"Have you ever been walking down a street with your best bro and while you’re walking you accidentally touch hands? You think to yourself, that was weird…but I’m not gay! You are. You are gay.

According to the new legal definition of gay in acted by president Chuck Norris, you are gay. Also if you inadvertently make eye contact with a dude in a bar, you're gay. If you walk into your friend taking a dump? Totally gay."

After he is done with his speech, the text "More information you know" with glittery gold text appears and video ends. End of ID]