#hahahahahaa

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Prompt: coming home from work with a bouquet every time the old one starts wilting.

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They had their own special types of bouquets. Ones that made sense to each other, even though Felix didn't quite understand how to care for the ones that Tamora brought home.

There weren't flowers in Hero's Duty, just metal, chaos, and death. But she wanted to do something special for him, for all those times that he came home with a bouquet of brightly colored flowers, simply because they reminded him of her.

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Litwak's had just closed up for the day, and for once, Tamora was the first one on the tram out of Hero's Duty.

To be honest, her men were extra cautious around her all day. Something about her wide grin set them off, and the way she praised them was… unsettling to say the least… But the most disturbing part of her display had to be the monstrosity she took with her.

Looks of absolute horror spread throughout Game Central Station as Tamora whistled her way into Fix-It Felix Jr., and she was none the wiser.

The Nicelanders didn't dare say a single word as she strode past them, and entered the Fix-It Calhoun residence.

"Oh, honey," Tamora bellowed out. "I'm home!" She could barely contain her excitement.

Felix bounced into the room, flowers in hand as always— today's bouquet of the day: white lilies with baby's breath. He grinned widely as he presented them to her, and hopped up to kiss her on the cheek.

"Hello, my love! My, you look awful chipper today," Felix noted, and Tamora was trying her hardest to keep up the anticipation.

Her hands were behind her back, and her usual stoic demeanor was replaced by something that could only be described as giddy. All at once, she revealed her creation with so much excitement that she practically shoved it in Felix's face.

"Tah-dah!"

In her hands was a bouquet made entirely out of dead cy-bug limbs that she had welded together. Felix was speechless as he took the bouquet from her, and for once, Tamora was the one struggling to read his expression.

"We don't have any native flowers in Hero's Duty, but there are lots of cy-bugs, so I thought— since you always bring home flowers for me— I wanted to do something special like that…for you," Tamora was not used to feeling like this, so unsure of herself. "Do you…like them…?"

"Tamora," Felix breathed, and that's when she noticed that his eyes had grown watery. "I absolutely love them." And just like that, he'd gone to dump out the wilted flowers from their vase and placed her bouquet of cy-bug limbs in it.

He placed the vase in the center of their kitchen table, stood back, and admired it with a huge grin on his face— before he turned to her curiously.

"So, how do I take care of those exactly? Do they need water or anything?" Felix furrowed his eyebrows, and Tamora couldn't hold back the laugh that came out of her.

kind of what being phished feels like.

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don' t misunderstand

that's not a negative

take my hand, let's think about this together

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it felt like

the sort of low, raw horror

when you spot it, and understand its purpose, and understand

what's happening is not yet all that's going to happen, and someone's already ahead of you, and there's nothing you can do but hold your ground and/or damage control

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i am smiling because i am safe and that was sick nasty awesome

and i am smiling because, because i am in the situation and perspective that i am, i never even considered

hah :) WOW.

it's two tragedies. at least three.

y'know?

you hearing me?

i'm going to explore something. humor me, because i'm going rogue. i'm leaving the post. we're going somewhere else for a second

kkjhkhkgjkhahahaha

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because. listen to me. who could have predicted it all? except him? you don't have to make your inside thoughts outside actions, but you do have to live with them. you have to live with your perspective and your motivators. you are ruled by something. you have needs.

he has to hold the thoughts and we only know our own perspectives and what are you supposed to think, if That.mem is all that you know, except that everyone else is by default against you and the only way to be sure they are not (especially since you had THIS thought) is (unforgivable) to make them yourself. make them YOURSELF, YOURSELF. MAKE THEM YOU. IF IT'S NOT YOU IT'S NOT SAFE. PROVE IT? PROVE IT??? HAH! LOOK AT THE FUCKING RECORD! EVERY NEW CONTACT IS ALL, "BE THIS WAY," "DO THAT," "AND DON'T BLINK TOO HARD WHILE YOU'RE DOING IT OR I SWEAR TO MY HIGHEST AUTHORITY FIGURES I'LL MAKE YOU REGRET IT-" if it's not you it's not safe. this will be worth it. it's too late to turn back now.

he's so calm. everything's falling in line. social connections are sooooooooo useful. literal puppeteer behavior. ho, fuck, that in fact was a little scary, but it's okay, because everything's falling in line. and... everything that hasn't... is out of the way. finally. this rules. wow!! yay!! oh, that looks sick. thanks, my magnificent tools. i did this. i'm proud. i can't wait to-

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fucking hell.

just writing that last sentence makes me tired.

as a person, i am frequently exhausted. hi again we're back to me *cartoon shaking off water sfx* yeah it's me again get it together. listen. i can get SO tired. look how tired i can get /meme

it's the end of the day? WUH. i am affected by this.

it's the end of a big project? we are in rest and repair for the near future of unknown duration.

literally when the fuck has dark ever rested. never? is it never? is the only time he's sat the fuck down for a single instant been when he was knocked off of his feet that first time in Minesweeper and he cowered bc he was scared? is that why he won?? because actually no other beings have that much stamina? he GOT UP, not quite done being REPAIRED FROM SHATTERING TO LITTLE BITS, big scars out in view of the wide open sky, to go surveil the plot-relevant Rocket building being constructed. what the fuck, dude. is that why he won? because he was underestimated? because he's such a threat he was invulnerable to suspicion? yeah, that's a possible threat, keep him at arm's length- NO. YOU MISUNDERSTAND. the fact that you've even seen him means it's OVER. THAT'S the thing that WON'T STOP, EVER. you CANNOT plan for this. that is not your perspective. you cannot reasonably expect, from a person-who-rests point of view, the amount of effort this average lookin power guy has ALREADY put into making you and everyone and everything you know his. your experience of power guys has already fooled you. you can't see it coming. you just can't. unless you have, too, already entered that headspace, bright clear line from point A to point B, with exactly what needs to happen to get there, no matter what it takes, every day, to get there. and you have time. and you never