#programmer yomiel

[peradoxical]

MAJOR GHOST TRICK SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

Self-indulgent-ass content but I felt that the world had a need for some Yomiel programmer humour.

Headcanons/silly thoughts:

(Pre-Temsik)

He uses a light mode IDE for work and keeps his shades on to block out the light. He’s too stubborn to change his settings

He NEVER comments his code. He knows what anything does at a glance so he doesn’t bother, but this has caused a lot of frustration for those he’s worked with

(Post-Temsik)

He makes corny-ass comments/jokes to himself a lot as a result of being alone for so long. Sissel picked that up from him as a mannerism

If he did ever code during those 10 years he would do rubber duck debugging via talking to Sissel

[an1muuarts]

sissel seems like he was able to manipulate a lot of mechanisms (levers, switches, appliances, etc.)

i wonder that was the influence of being with yomiel

[temsikfates]

[😎] “Why do I suddenly have a bad feeling?”

[catamaris]

do you know what i'm saying

emma would be in the frontlines of the cabayomi yaoi

[temsikfates-archive]

[🤓] “Can’t say I share the opinion, I think sweet and salty shouldn’t mix.” 

[crossed--fates]

“Damn, Valentine’s Day is tomorrow and I don’t know what to do for Sissel....”

“Oh, I think I got an idea! A brilliant plan! It won’t fail this time!”

[dubsdeedubs]

A Minor Cat-astrophe

[AO3]

Notes: For @kamil-a in the 2019 Ghost Swap by @fyeahghosttrick!  This is my first time ever writing with these characters or for this game since I played it five years ago, so forgive the OOC-ness. I hope you enjoy!! :D 

Prompt: “sissel and jowd accidentally leave sissel's body in a taxi or something, the absolute shared look of horror between jowd and some household item as they realize they have to run around the city to get him back before anyone notices the Dead Cat, or the lack of cat in the house”

In hindsight, Jowd decides after everything is finally sorted out, it really could have gone much worse.

Then again, that had been a constant mantra of his for the past decade or so of his life. Ever since this life had started, with the breathless burn of hope that had overshadowed everything else, even the crack of a gunshot and the red-hot sear of pain in his leg,

They had won their desperate struggle against fate, and despite all odds, they had gotten a second chance. All of them.

It was just, he really hadn't expected that second chance to involve running frantically through the city's streets at some terrible hour in the morning, trying to find a taxi cab before its driver noticed a dead body in the backseat.

A cat's dead body, to be specific.

He wasn't entirely sure if that made the whole situation better or worse.

His world takes on a faint red tinge. Shouldn't there be an easier way of doing this? Says the bicycle seat gripped loosely in his hand.

"If there was one," Jowd mutters under his breath, "then I really wish I knew about it two hours ago."

The woman waiting next to him at the intersection glances at him. Jowd is suddenly very uncomfortably aware of the fact that he had just spoken out loud to a bicycle seat.

Maybe, Sissel suggests, if we call Yomiel -

Jowd blanches.

The past decade had treated Yomiel - not kindly, because Jowd isn't quite sure that being crushed by a large rock and subsequently going to jail for ten years could be considered kind under any circumstances. But, he knew with the certainty of having lived that particular possibility... better than it could have. Much, much better.

The man had been transformed by hope and his rewritten destiny into someone almost entirely unrecognizable from the vengeful, murderous spirit that had turned Jowd's life into a waking nightmare in a much darker world.

The key word here, however, was almost.

Jowd briefly imagines calling Yomiel, and the ensuing conversation. Specifically, he mentally played out the scenario of informing the man that he had forgotten the immortal, indestructible, irreplaceable physical vessel through which (and only through which) Yomiel's best friend can interact with the world... in the backseat of a taxi cab.

Yomiel had been confined to a wheelchair for much of the past ten years, but Jowd knew much better than most that the man didn't need physical mobility to be entirely terrifying.

If it helps, Sissel offers unhelpfully, I forgot too.

- 

How they end up in this mess involves a car chase, several cartons of smashed eggs, and an almost murder that would have been - without the intervention of a certain time-traveling cat ghost - just a regular murder.

It's a long story that's more than moderately entertaining, but Jowd has a haunting suspicion that it wouldn't stand up in a court of law. Especially when the prosecutors in this case would be 1) Sissel's murderous best friend who might just destroy his life and 2) Jowd's devastated daughter who also might just destroy his life, just with sad looks and tearful silence instead of literal homicide.

The core of it is, Jowd had taken Sissel along with him on a case, the kitten's small body tucked in his pocket. He had started doing the habit a year after Temsik Park, because Sissel didn't get much of a chance to explore otherwise, and as it turned out, solving crimes was much easier with someone who could rewind time to see events as they happened.

The sequence of events had become muscle memory at this point: bring Sissel along, usually in his coat pocket or in some sort of carrier; let him out to do his work discreetly at the scene of the crime; return back home before Kamila or anyone else noticed the distinct lack of kitten in their home.

Except this time around, with death averted and night's work completed, it suddenly became very apparent to Sissel and Jowd both that Sissel's body was nowhere in sight.

Are you sure it's not still in your pocket? The abandoned microwave beeps worriedly, its light flickering on and off with a certain nervous energy. I can't see my core in the Ghost World, but maybe -

As large and potentially laws-of-physics destroying Jowd's pockets were, he's decently certain he would notice having a dead cat in one of them.

"I don't understand," he mutters out loud to himself, "the only two places we've been tonight have been here and home. I suppose there was the taxi ride over here, but -"

Jowd goes quiet. "Oh," he says.

Oh?  Sissel repeats curiously.

Then, after a moment of realization, Oh.

The detective and the household appliance share a long look of absolute horror.

- 

Jowd had not realized just how many taxi cabs operated in this city. He always saw them out of the corner of his eye, but it was more or less easy to assume that they were the same ones. They were, after all, almost entirely identical.

That last fact was turning out to be a nightmare.

"I'm looking for a taxi," Jowd says into the phone. "A specific one. I had taken it earlier tonight, and I - ah, left something valuable in it."

"Sir," replies the voice on the other end, sounding entirely bored out of their mind, "all lost items are aggregated by the end of the night into our lost and found. Come into our office in the morning and you can see if your possession had been located."

"This is time-sensitive," he tries. "It's - a police matter."

"Do you remember the license plate?" Asked the voice on the other end, sounding completely unperturbed.

"Er." No, no he didn't. "I... do remember that the car had a difficult door?"

"...Sir, you'll need to wait until the morning."

Jowd opens his mouth, then closes it again. "I need to find before the driver does," he says reluctantly, uncertain of exactly how much he wants to say. "They might dispose of it if they find it first."

There's a long silence on the other line. "...Is this some sex thing?"

Jowd goes pale, entirely horrified at the possibility. "No! No, it's - it's a dead cat."

The line goes dead.

He stares at the phone in his hand.

"That could have gone better," Jowd mutters under his breath.

What's a 'sex thing'? Sissel asks curiously.

Kamila calls. Of course she does.

"Dad," she says bravely, only the slightest of a waver giving away her fear, "Sissel's missing. I've been looking for him all over, but I don't think he's in the house."

"I - I know, sweetheart," Jowd says slowly, after a long moment of consideration. "Don't worry. He'll be back home in a few hours."

His daughter seems surprised. "You - you know where he is?"

Ah. "Er, well." His brain freezes up on him. "I... decided to take him out for a walk."

Kamila is quiet for a long moment. "Dad, it's midnight."

"...Yes."

"And Sissel's a cat."

He laughs awkwardly. "Well, you know how he can be sometimes, sweetie."

"Okay, Dad," she says, sounding very unconvinced. "When will you and Sissel be back home?"

Jowd glances at his watch, and winces.

"You really should go back to bed, sweetheart," he tries. "We'll be back home in the morning, alright? Don't worry yourself by staying up for us."

"Okay, Dad."

The line goes dead.

Jowd lets out a deep, deep breath. 

Thirty minutes and no real progress later, Jowd's phone rings. It's an unknown number, and he eyes it with no small amount of alarm. He hesitates before pressing the glaring green call button.

"Hello?" He says hesitantly.

"So," says Yomiel. "I heard you've lost Sissel."

Jowd freezes. There's about several dozen questions swirling around in his head right now, and he isn't entirely sure where to start.

"Yomiel?"

"Yep. It's been a while, officer."

"How did you -"

"You gave your number to me ten years ago," the man says calmly. "Told me to use it, if I ever needed to."

A perfectly reasonable answer, if not for the fact that it cleared up approximately none of the confusion swirling around in Jowd's mind.

"...Also, Kamila called me for help."

Jowd clings onto the first thing that jumps to mind. "Kamila... knows how to contact you?"

"We've been pen pals for years," Yomiel says, sounding almost bored. "She tells me how Sissel is doing, I teach her how to redesign her blog theme and hack into federal data systems. Your wife introduced us. Keep up."

It hits Jowd suddenly just how entirely out of the loop he is.

"You," he says slowly, "have been teaching my daughter how to do what?"

"That's not important right now," the other man says dismissively. "What's that about Sissel going missing?"

Jowd takes a breath, lets it back out again. "He isn't missing," he says carefully. "He's in my phone right now."

"Huh." He doesn't think he's imagining the disbelief in the other man's voice.

Hello Yomiel.

For a long moment, Yomiel doesn't speak.

Then, slowly, with a strange softness, "Hello, Sissel. I'm guessing you've lost your body?"

The engineer's voice had changed upon hearing Sissel's ghostly whisper of a voice through the line, quiet enough that it could be dismissed as imagination by anyone not attuned. Maybe Yomiel shouldn't have been able to, not by the rules that governed the separation of life and death in their reality.

But Yomiel and Sissel had always been able to hear each other when no one else could.

In the backseat of a taxi cab, Sissel agrees.

"In the ba - Jowd." There's a sudden dangerous quality to the man's voice.

Jowd winces. "There was a murder case -"

"Don't. Don't speak."

Yomiel sighs. "...What do you need from me?"

[temsikfates]

@electricea

“Uhh... My birthday isn't exactly on October. More like, Two days after Halloween. Usually Sissy— I mean, Sissel and I celebrate it on Halloween, since my mother can't affort a birthday party.”

halloween thing for @temsikfates​!🎃

“Man, how cool is an October birthday?! So, does that mean you like to do something Halloween related for your birthday, too?”

[asklaytonandwright]

(Link in Letter - careful about downloading anything suspicious)

Dear kuromajinevil,

Hmm. I wouldn’t really bother with something like this. It seems like more trouble than it’s worth. Anyway, I would have to take a closer look at the program itself, but the article says it’s no longer available.

-Yomiel

[okiroash]

just wanna say I love when you draw Yomiel’s mouth with rectangles. really winning at character design like Yes that is an Unhinged Programmer. shu takumi’s true vision for him

DSJMFD THANK YOUU yomiel looks perfect with angular mouths, it's like bread and butter, he has to look insane !!!! sooo obsessed with how shu takumi draws him, the yomiel ever . everytime I look at him I just want to grab the tail of his hair and swing him around

[temsikfates]

@fatexbound continued

There were plenty of people he saw everyday in school, but didn't talk with, being the introverted, shy computer nerd of the class, but that didn't mean he was opposed to meeting the other teens, so long as they weren't his bullies, he was fine with most of the other kids.

“Nice too meet you! I'm Yomiel” He extended a hand in a friendly greeting. “Hope you're having a nice day! My birthday is still too far. I'm an early November kid.”

[laughingpinecone]

Yuletide letter

I am laughingpineapple on AO3  

Hello dear author! I hope you’ll have fun with our match. Feel free to draw from general or fandom-specific likes, past letters, and/or follow your heart.

Likes: worldbuilding, slice of life (especially if the event the fic focuses on is made up but canon-specific), missing moments, 5+1 and similar formats, bonding and emotional support/intimacy, physical intimacy, lingering touches, loyalty, casefic, surrealism, magical realism, established relationships, future fic (when in doubt, tell me what’s happening to them five, ten, twenty years in the future!), hurt/comfort, throwing characters into non-canon environments, banter, functional relationships between dysfunctional individuals, unexplained mysteries, bittersweet moods, journal/epistolary fic, dreams and memories and identities, tropey plots that are already close enough to characters/canon, outsider POV, UST, resolved UST, exploring the ~deep lore, leaning on the uniqueness of the canon setting/mood, found families, characters reuniting after a long and/or harrowing time, friends-to-lovers, road trips, maps, mutual pining, cuddling, wintry moods, the feeling of flannel and other fabrics, ridiculous concepts played entirely straight, sensory details, places being haunted, people being haunted, the mystery of the woods, small hopes in bleak worlds, electricity, places that don’t quite add up, mismatched memories, caves and deep places, distant city lights at night, emphasis on non-human traits of non-human characters (gen-wise, but also a hearty yes xeno for applicable ships), emphasis on inhuman traits of characters who were human once and have sort of shed it all behind

Cool with: any tense, any pov, any rating, plotty, not plotty, IF, unrequested characters popping up.

DNW: non-canonical rape, non-canonical children, focus on children, unrequested ships (background established canon couples are okay, mentions of parents are okay!), canon retellings, consent issues, actual covid (fantasy plagues are okay)

Les Cités Obscures: any

This is a very general “please, anything in the style of canon, just maybe with less thoughtless sexism” request. I want to lose myself in these cities again, and in the strange lands that connect them. I’d be happy to follow any of the known characters and/or OCs, or eschew characters altogether and write about the cities themselves. What caught your imagination in Brüsel, Xhystos, Taxandria, Alaxis...? The history of some cool building that was only marginally featured in one of the stories? Or an OC city! If you’ve got a favourite European city that doesn’t already have its obscure counterpart, please tell me all about it! Go big, go wild! What strange and classically surrealist happenings take place within its walls? Or even... outside Europe... Nerding out about architecture is of course very welcome. I would also love to read a story based on any Schuiten illustration, contextualizing it as if it were part of this ‘verse. Here’s a bunch of them, for example!

Ghost Trick: Cabanela

You know.. him. Dazzlingly OTT, untiring, rock-solid self-esteem, loyal to a fault, following a rhythm of his own, flawless intuition until it fails and it all burns down… him. I just want to see more of him doing stuff! The way he’s chill and open toward new people (like Sissel and Missile in ch15) makes him perfect to throw at most other characters and see how they react to the sparkles… I’d love some focus on how ridiculous his aesthetic is, half Saturday Night Fever half hardboiled detective half bubbly preteen (for a total of 150%) and yet he makes it work. Or how ruthless he can be, possibly for the sake of the people he cares for. The quote “The intimacy of big parties”. Him and Alma in the new timeline bonding over knowing (once Jowd has spilled the beans) but not remembering that terrible timeline. Some tropey scenario on the job. Snark-offs with Pigeon Man, by which I mean PM snarks and it bounces off him like water off a spotless white goose’s back.

Ship-wise it’s only Cabanela/Jowd whenever it’s not infidelity, Cabanela/Alma in what-ifs also if it’s not infidelity and Cabanela/Alma/Jowd for me (and Lynne/Memry and Yomiel/fianSissel on the side). There are a bunch of shippy prompts in all my past letters - I would however reiterate here that Jowd. is. the worst tease. always. Like, just saying, but assume he’s pining big time and Jowd and Alma figure it out - they’d make a national sport out of excruciatingly protracted teasing.

Conversely, Cabanela/Lynne and Cabanela/Yomiel are NOTPs especially from Cabanela’s side. So while I appreciate the thick tension of a good Yomiel VS Cabanela confrontation like everyone and their cat, and also really appreciate a roughed-up Cabanela, and I do love Yomiel in his own right… I don’t want Cabanela being into it. Adrenaline junkie he may be but this hurts and his coat’s a mess and there’s no perfect winning scenario so he hates every second of it. (JOWD being super into Cabanela being roughed up is another matter altogether and he should probably mind his own business. ...incompatible kinks, truly tragic. they’ll have to find some other common ground. they’re smart, resourceful, playful fellows, I’m sure they’ll manage)

Kentucky Route Zero: Donald kentuckyroutezero

I love everyone in the cast, all acts and interludes, and I am extremely into all the themes this incredible work of art ended up exploring. Agreeing with the overall doom and gloom up to Act IV, I was blown away by Act V’s strong affirmation of the importance of the arts and of the bonds we make and of carving up spaces for ourselves in capitalism’s wake. Donald was, indeed, not a part of any of that. Even the final interlude updates us on Lula and mentions Joseph, but the big guy is nowhere to be seen. So, you know, there’s fanfiction! He’s so static, defeated. I am fascinated by the chain of metaphysical spaces that goes surface -> Zero -> Echo -> Dogwood and even within that framework, the hall of the mountain king is like a hopeless dead end. Dude’s terminally stuck. So - once again, in the spirit of transformative works, how could he get... you know... unstuck? Did Lula’s momentous appearance in Act III shake him? Having a functioning Xanadu again, perhaps? How could he interrogate that oracle, what recursive wonders would it show him? If he decides to leave, what does it feel to be on the surface again after so long, or on the river perhaps? Maybe he is forced to leave by the flood, if not this one, the next... Having him meet any other character would be amazing. Past or future time spent with Weaver... seeing Conway again, changed... programmer guy chatting up musician androids... did he know Carrington from his college days or was Carrington only a friend of Lula’s?

As for Lula herself and Joseph too: “Flipping through the pages, Conway is able to gather that it’s a story about three characters: Joseph, Donald, and Lula. It’s something like a tragic love triangle, but much more complex. Some kind of tangled, painfully concave love polygon.” 😔 I ship them as a full triad, if you can nudge them in that direction, good. But I’m very open to non-romantic resolutions as well, going past their messy feelings to find each other as friends after so many years maybe. Or... a start. idk.

I’d be interested in fic that leans on the game’s adjacent genres: wanna go full-on American Gothic? Dip into surrealism? Take a leaf from Twin Peaks with tulpa / split narratives to explore the characters’ issues? I’m also open to AUs, real or through Xanadu. This also feels like a good place to stress that I really, really like caves.

And now for something completely different: FAQ:  The “Snake Fight” Portion of Your Thesis Defense is in the tagset this year. I’d say that the crossover with the snake portion of Here and there along the Echo writes itself, but it would not be correct, as in fact I would like you to write it for me. Feel free to not feature Donald if you focus on this crossover instead!

Uru would be a fun crossover too, for Donald specifically. He’s very DRC-shaped in how he tilts at doomed projects which just so happen to be deep underground.

Pyre: Volfred Sandalwood

This is a Volfred solo, Volfred&literally anyone or Volfred/Tariq, /Oralech or /Tariq/Oralech request. I adore everyone in that Blackwagon+Dalbert+Celeste, so if you want to add a Nightwing or two to any prompt, please do! I also love all the Scribes and find Erisa a compelling tragic figure, while out of the other triumvirates, I’m “love to hate them” for Manley, Brighton, Udmildhe and Deluge and would not like to see them featured in sympathetic roles. fwiw I also enjoy Jodi/Celeste and Bertrude/Pamitha a lot!

I feel deeply for all of Pyre’s main themes - literacy, degrees of freedom, the fragile time that is the end of a historical cycle, nobodies rising up to the occasion, building a better society, and of course found family, “distance cannot separate our spirits” and all that jazz, and Volfred is squarely rooted at the center of all of them. I really really love everything he stands for, even if he’s overbearingly smug in standing for it. Just please tell me things about my fave. His relationship to the Scribes (as a historian, a some kind of vision, via *ae or once he’s a star himself)? A ‘forced vacay’ Downside ending where he looks at the Union from afar and keeps living in this strange transformational place? Life in a cramped Blackwagon that was meant for like 5 people tops and is currently eight Nightwings, a herald and an orb? Since he picked him for the job to begin with, does he respect and cherish Hedwyn as he dang well should? What does it feel like to try and Read a herald? Was he ever in danger, in the Commonwealth or in the Downside? What daring act of resistance did he and Bertrude pull off at some point in their past? It’d be cool if one of his old pamphlets came up at some point. Does he puff up as prime minister because he’s nervous, and who can see past his hyper-professionalism and lend a hand? Please roast him big time about the votes he assigns to the various Nightwings in his planner? What’s his attitude toward the flame’s purification (what with being a tree but mostly like, as a general concept. He did nothing wrong!) (well he definitely said some things wrong and sometimes oftentimes the ego jumps out, but his intentions did nothing wrong)? When did his calculating approach fail him? Something with Pamitha along the lines of that edit that goes “Can we talk, one ten to another?“/"I am an eleven, my girl, but continue”? Dude could easily be voted sexiest voice in the Downside - how much is he aware of it? Does he sing? I love how he bears his ‘reader’ brand proudly. And speaking of scars, I have to wonder, looking at Manley for comparison, if the shape of his head, with that massive crack, isn’t also due to injuries.

As a refrain from my general likes: emphatically yes xeno to both shippy interactions at all ratings and to gen explorations of what a Sap is like… I’d love to read all your headcanons.

Ship-wise, I enjoy him with Tariq as this kind of esoteric connection of minds, guarded words full of secret meanings, long contemplative walks together (is any external pov watching...?), Volfred’s Reader powers brushing against Tariq’s mind and getting weak in the knees at the starlit expanse he finds there, so unlike mortal thoughts. Tariq finds his individuality learning from him; Volfred presumably gets a transcendent glimpse of the Scribes. And I enjoy him with Oralech as pretty much the opposite of that, Oralech is so very mortal compared to him, such a precious, fleeting, burning life especially after his fall. Oralech’s idealism is very dear to me, it was their plan, their shared revolutionary spirit, I find it deeply moving. And I am very interested in seeing them rebuild their connection now that Oralech is back, changed, and in some ways he can learn to let go of his misconceptions and slowly open himself to Volfred’s love again, but in other ways that’s who he is now, with this deep-set anger, and what does it even feel to realize that you’re the symbol of the end of an era (the end of the Rites, the fading of the Scribes). I’m interested in both topside and downside endings for all of them, as long as they end up on the same side, the revolution was peaceful and they don’t angst too much about the side they ended in. Tariq can ‘find his way home’ in the near post-canon somehow or even be summoned again, as a different aspect of the same ‘moonlit vision’ that once inspired Soliam Murr.

Strandbeest: any

https://www.strandbeest.com/

I would just like words to go with these, please and thank you so very much. Worldbuild to your heart’s content! Specifically: I’m fascinated by the premise that the strandbeest are living creatures that evolve and adapt to their ecosystem. A world where life is just wind stomachs and sandy joints, and the tide that can catch you unaware. I would like a story that feels distinctly inorganic. The wonder that is the existence of these creatures. Their unique struggles. Weird and experimental if you like. With a mechanical focus, maybe?

I nominated four critters as a selection of the different cool things they can do - Percipiere Excelsus is huge and has the hammer mechanism, Suspendisse’s tail senses the hardness of the sand, Uminami is my fave caterpillar and the caterpillars overall feel like a new paradigm after a mass extinction event, Ader straight-up flies... but they’re all wonderful. If you want to focus on different strandbeest, please do!

Twin Peaks: Lucy Moran

Case fic but they don’t find out jack shit, someone disappears, David Bowie was there, it’s complicated. Fragmented, shifted, mirrored identities. New Lodge spaces. The risks of staring into the void for too long. Gentle illusions. Transcendence. The moon. Static buzzing. Any title from the s3 ethereal whooshing compilation used as a prompt, actually. Whatever goes on on Blue Pine mountain or the even more mysterious things that go on on White Tail mountain where exactly zero canon locations are found. Twin Peaks is all about the mystery to me, the awe of mystery and unknowability and the human drive to look beyond and the risks of getting a peek, and about shared consciousness and trauma taking physical form in an uncaring world. Go wild with the ethereal whooshing! But I also love the human warmth at the heart of it all, and sometimes it’s enough to anchor these characters and let them have a nice day. A fic entirely focused on some instance of coziness against the cold chaotic background of canon would be great too.

For Lucy specifically, a big draw for me is how canon (...s2 need not apply) empathizes with her way of processing the world. Not just Peaks, but On the Air’s protag who is basically a Lucy expy also gets the narrative completely on her side and that’s great. And I love how in s3, her focus on the small things around her is always echoed by bigger, climactic events beyond her horizon (bunnies / Jack Rabbit’s palace, chair order / Garland’s chair, her first scene talking about the two sheriffs / doubles everywhere...). It feels to me like some kind of off-kilter mindfulness and I love it. She’s also got a loving husband and an amazing son, which, in this economy and also this canon? Damn. The one functional family, imagine that. I am not interested in focus on family dynamics, but singularly, either Lucy/Andy or Lucy&Wally are great - in particular, I’m interested in how strange they are and yet they make it work. With the ruthless critique of traditional family structure that’s all over canon, maybe they make it work specifically because they’re not doing any of that. A bit like the Addams family... but... not goth...? Anyway. I’d love to see Lucy interact with and maybe strike a friendship with any character she’s never shared a scene with in canon! In the tagset, there’s Diane for some secretaries bonding, Audrey because??? why not?, Albert because it’d be an epic enemies to friends slowburn, some version of Laura in the future, if we’re feeling really daring maybe even some version of Coop in the future, still fragmented... or anyone you want! Outside the tagset I’d be curious about Hawk, Margaret and maybe Doris in particular, I think, and Phil, and Nadine and the Invitation to Love fandom in general (Frost says it still airs - did it get as weird as TP s3 did?), but if you have an idea with someone else, absolutely go for it!

Canon-specific DNWs: any singular Dreamer being the ‘source’ of canon, BOB (let alone Judy) being forever defeated in the finale, Judy being an active malevolent presence in the characters’ lives, clear explanations for canonical ambiguities, ‘Odessaverse’ being the reality layer, the Fireman’s House by the Sea being the White Lodge, whatever Twin Perfect’s on about, Cooper/Audrey, Cooper/Laura

[temsikghosts]

Proposal

This is it. It’s tonight.

Yomiel took a deep breath as an attempt to calm himself. Tonight was the night he would finally ask Sissel’s hand.  They were sitting at their favorite spot in town, the restaurant Chicken Kitchen, the same place they had their very first date. Sissel loved that place, so he thought it would be perfect to propose to her there. They’ve been dating for four years now, so the programmer thought it was already time to ask for her hand so they could start living their lives together. He’d bought the ring a month ago and had been rehearsing his lines countless times in front of the mirror and now he was finally feeling ready.  

“Yommy, what’s wrong? You’ve been staring at the menu for 30 minutes and we haven’t even ordered anything!” Sissel said with a soft giggle. Yomiel suddenly snapped out from his thoughts, feeling his face burning a little in embarrasment as he took his gaze away from the menu and back to her.

She was sitting across from him, smiling sweetly like she always did, making him blush even more. Damn, he was already feeling the cold sweat running from his forehead.

“N-Nothing, I was j-just, hmm...” He took a moment to recompose himself. This is it Yomiel, ask her now, you can do it! It’s now or never!

“Sissel.... I...” He began, gulping a little in nervousness. He took off his sunglasses and put them on the table. He wanted her to look into his eyes, to see how serious he was being. Then he took her hand gently in his and caressed it. “We’ve... We’ve been together for four years already. It... doesn’t seem like long, but to me... These four years, well... they were the best four years of my life.” He said with a warm smile.

“They were too, for me.” She replied sweetly, caressing his hand back.

He took another deep breath and continued. “Sissel, I… I’ve never been so happy in my life, believe me. Ever since I met you, when we were two silly kids, from now… You’re the only person who understood me, who stood by my side when times were rough and if it weren’t for you, I… I don’t know, I’d be lost…” He lowered his eyes for a moment, feeling the taste of tears in his throat, but he wouldn’t let this get into a somber mood. Now that he started, he couldn’t go back. “…So, if there’s one thing I’m certain, and these four years with you have showed me is that…. Is that… There’s no other person in this world I want to spend the rest of my life with but you. There’s nothing else I want more than to have you by my side, to wake up every morning and you’re the first thing I see, so, Sissel… I…”

Ok, this is it, Yomiel, now it’s the time!

He took the small box containing the ring from his pocket, opened it and bent down on one knee, still holding her hand gently in his, his blue eyes staring right through hers.

“Sissel… Will you marry me?” He finally asked and he could feel his heart thumping somewhere in his throat, ready to jump out from his body at any moment.

Sissel’s eyes were already in tears and she brought her free hand to cover her face as a big smile appeared on her lips and a small tear escaped from her eyes. She giggled happily but instead of answering, she just threw herself at Yomiel, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pressed her lips agains his almost desperately.

“YES! YES! YES! A THOUSAND TIMES YES!!!” She replied enthusiastically, kissing his face several times. “Oh, Yommy! This is so sweet! I love you! I love you so much!”

Yomiel felt like he was in a dream. She said yes!!! He was gonna marry Sissel! The love of his life, his childhood friend, the woman he loved more than anything in the world, was gonna marry him! He finally felt complete and there was a nice feeling in his chest. He would finally have the chance to build a family with her and be happy for real.

“I love you too, Sissy…. So much…” He whispered as tears were flooding his face and kissed Sissel one more time, holding her close in his arms.

Happy Ghost Swap @ultimateitako​ !!! 

This is for @fyeahghosttrick​ this year’s Ghost Swap! Tried to make it slightly look like a game scene, even using a bubble speech from the game for Yomiel, so I hope you like it! :D We need more Fiansissel x Yomiel content on this fandom and I’m glad to contribute to it ^^

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“Aww, thanks man! Hope you can get yours too.”

When Ryuji asked about Sissel, Yomiel's cheeks became a deep red the color of his shirt, and he gulped nervously. Was he really that obvious?

“Oh, uhmm... S-She's... uuuuh...” He scratched the back of his arm awkwardly, before looking around, certifying himself no one else was around to hear him.

“S-She's been my friend since we were kids and she recently came back from overseas... I-I didn't think she'd become so... so... pretty.” He chuckled awkwardly.

Ryuji noticed the blush on the other's face and snickered quietly. Clearly, there was something more going on for him and he hadn't told her yet. Yomiel's field sounded complicated as hell and something Futaba would get her hands on too, but he didn't want to look dumb in front of him, so he went along with it.

"Oh yeah? That's cool, man! That university's pretty hard to get into, from what I hear, so I hope you get it! I'm still a second year at Shujin, so I got lots of time to think about that stuff." He chuckled, "Though I do wanna get a scholarship for the track team... anyway, who's this Sissel person? You got a lil crush on her, huh?"

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[😎] “I swear, if ANYONE ELSE asks me to help them farm bitcoins, I’m gonna fucking SNAP!”

[crossed--fates]

@clivedoveplblog​ sent:  "Yomiel! Yomi— Okayokayokay, listen me out, I've GOT TO show you something—" he starts, while trying to find something on his phone, completely ignoring the fact he just interrupted his friends' doing by bursting in like this.

Being completely concentrated on what he was doing, Yomiel let out a startled yell as Clive went over with his excitement, not that he should be surprised by that.

“CLIVE, WHAT THE FUCK? Do you want to scare me to death? What’s going on?”