“Considered themselves sapiosexual then Deuce happened.”
I love this so much lol!
Now I’m just imagining them as that one old tumblr post like:
Alchemist!Yuu: Deuce asked me what the Spanish word for tortilla was once and now I dream of kissing him under the moonlight
Deuce: what kind of animal is the pink panther
Alchemist!Yuu, already taking off their clothes: Deuce, you’re so fucking stupid
You are so right.
But also:
Four talented alien musicians are kidnapped by a record producer who disguises them as humans. Shep, a space pilot in love with bass player Stella, follows them to Earth. Reprogrammed to forget their real identities and renamed The Crescendolls, the group quickly becomes a huge success playing soulless corporate pop. At a concert, Shep manages to free all the musicians except Stella, and the band sets out to rediscover who they really are -- and to rescue Stella.
SAW IT BY THE WATER | SUNDAY
nearly a year has passed since sunday lost you. now, though, as he shares an afternoon by the river with YOU, he can't help but wonder how much of this time he's allowed to savor. . .
SUNDAY X GN!MONSTER!READER | ~2.2K WORDS FOR GHOST TAPES & OTHER VIDEOS EVENT
NOTE . . . thank you so so much to briar ( @rafayelsheart ) + moonie ( @moonriselabyrinth ) for beta reading this disaster . . ! i am so appreciative of you two, for this and for everything else <3 (also, title is a reference to "at the beach, in every life" by gigi perez)
PLEASE READ MY BYF BEFORE INTERACTING. also, please don't use my work to train AI, recommend it outside of tumblr, or repost it (even with credit).
The first time Sunday ever came to the river with you, both of you were kids. So small, your tiny hand had folded around some silvery fish and whipped from the current to show him. When he tries, he can still remember how you sounded back then: Look, Sunday! It's so—Ah!
The fish had escaped back then, slipping back into the stream. You hadn't minded, though. You'd only laughed.
Now, as he stands behind you in line at the usual cafe by his house, your laugh sounds nearly the same. There is the same sweetness, the same free levity. But there is something else, too. Something silky and quivering. Unraveling.
He is sure it would be the same if it were really you.
