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sharpen-your-hatchet · 19 days

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What I Feel; What I Do; What I Want || Wenclair fic - Chapter 4

Description: "Frankly, all her life, she has felt separation between what she feels, what she does, and what she actually wants. Being royalty means there's often little room for opinion and desire [...]; Enid wonders how it'll feel to have her ingrained sense of duty be pitted against her unshackled curiosity. "

Six months past her 19th birthday - Enid, princess of The Kingdom of Nevermore, is allowed the chance to travel and explore the world as she sees fit. Unfortunately, it comes with a little caveat... in the form of some unwelcome company for protection. Cue Wednesday Addams, the only knight deemed worthy, and who is now Enid's personal thorn in her side.

Can they work together despite their differences? Or maybe fate has an entirely different plan for them altogether...

Pairing: Wednesday Addams / Enid Sinclair

Rating: Teens & Up

Word Count: 12,322

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It’s been two days since the ritual Enid had partaken in and Wednesday finds herself feeling full of thought. They’re travelling again now – uphill, on the path to their second main location: a small humble town renown for its farms and food. Wednesday had expected some sort of begging or hopeful negotiation to stay longer in the Siren’s Domain…. Yet here they are, Enid strangely quiet and obedient on following their route. It seems unlike Enid to not dawdle, but Wednesday will not question the thankful silence.

The town they’re travelling to is unfamiliar to Wednesday. Though, thanks to the other knights back home, she understands the place they are heading is rather “pretty”, and that the food is some of the best in the kingdom. Their company was seldom wanted, but Wednesday must admit to herself that knowing about this place due to the other knights makes her less inclined to grumble. After all, knowledge is power. This upcoming town seems bearable, especially when opposed to where they just came from. Not to mention that seeing the Siren’s Domain disappear into the distance as she and Enid travel is a small blessing – To Wednesday at least. She expects Enid to feel quite the opposite, not that she cares.

Something Wednesday recalls of this town is the other knights fondly recounting a bakery there, one with food to ‘die for’. Wednesday is unsure whether they mean food containing literal poisons or food so good it’s worth dying over - which is ridiculous as a notion - but she hopes it is the latter. Alsoit rains a lot in this town, which is something the other knights complained about… Unsurprising though, as she finds many of the knights to be incredibly whiny. They likely were too dumb to realise the large volume of rain contributed to the success of the crops. To Wednesday, such miserable weather sounds wonderful; frankly, it’s been far too sunny for her taste. Not to mention the nice weather only encourages more of Enid’s irritating habit of dropping everything and running off to draw or write. Less of that would be ideal.

Alongside the other knights opinions, Enid also claims this town to be nice, according to the books and paintings she’s seen. Enid says everything is nice though, so Wednesday can’t exactly take that as a glowing review. She spoke greatly of the Siren’s Domain and all it was, was a bunch of carved rocks filled with sirens who would hypnotise you given the chance. Wednesday tried to give benefit of the doubt but between her general animosity towards the princess and the fact she finds sirens to be stuck-up and not to be trusted… well, safe to say, Wednesday will choose doubt from now on. She isn’t sure why she decided to deviate from such a decision in the first place, especially when there are many more places to visit. Fortunately, Wednesday is at least familiar with a few of these locales so she can ignore Enid’s opinions even more-so than usual. Frankly it is disturbing she’d rather believe what the other knights have to say for once.

They should arrive to this next town by tomorrow, and then Enid needs to complete the second task in the list she has been given. Wednesday isn’t sure what it is yet, and she cares not to check. At the moment her main focus is about getting to their next stable stop and blocking out whatever ramble Enid is speaking at her. She really does not shut up.

Though, Wednesday must concede something seems different about Enid now and it is piquing her curiosity. Despite her usual unending commentary and passion for wasting time, it seems… Duller, perhaps? Like Enid had a metaphorical spark above her head that fizzled out slightly. Not that Wednesday cares – she is simply intrigued at what has brought the change about. People are puzzles sometimes, and Wednesday does find it quite interesting to poke at them until she figures them out, even to the point of annoying them. Especially to the point of annoying them – it’s more satisfying that way. Enid has been quite easy to figure out so far – excitable, excessively friendly, has an opinion on everything, and is overall the picture of privilege… but now, and after that ritual in particular? Something is different. It is most curious.

Again, Wednesday does not care – If Enid is suddenly less enthused than before, it can only be a positive in her eyes. Wednesday is here to do her job and that is it, so anything that lowers Enid’s friend-making attempts is welcome... but there’s just something following that first task that’s made Enid shift a little, and it’s got Wednesday’s brain ticking tremendously.

Wednesday wants to think a little more on it. Fortunately, Enid seems completely unaware of Wednesday not listening to a single word she says, and considering they are on a rather straight bit of path, there’s no better opportunity to have a bit of a think back…

Okay. So… Following Enid’s return from the ritual, she seemed tired; quiet. It seemed unusual but not unexpected… Wednesday can only imagine such a task is momentous. Mostly, the quiet was welcome. An evening where Wednesday can have peace and quiet seemed unheard of since beginning this journey, and Wednesday wasn’t about to ask questions about the ancient waters or what process Enid had to go through. Despite her curiosity, Wednesday had and still has zero desire to take a personal interest in the princess and her life.

After some time settling, Enid had appeared in the doorway that connected their rooms at the inn. Wednesday had previously stated that unless it was an emergency, they were not to talk until the following day. If her days belonged to protecting and watching the princess, she at least deserved a modicum of peace at night. So when Enid appeared, Wednesday simply stared at her.

Go away, her mind said.

“What is it?” Her lips had said instead, in her usual stoic drone.

Enid remained quiet for a moment. She fidgeted with the hem of her sleep shirt. An irritating habit.

“I understand how it feels now.”

Wednesday remembers her brow raising, perplexed by the princess’ sullen state. She did not respond, still wishing Enid to leave. She did not care (still does not) for whatever dramatics she was being invited into.

Enid mumbled something nearly incoherent afterwards. With her voice quiet and her words uncharacteristically stumbled, Wednesday can only remember the word ‘duty’ and something about having to do things you don’t like amongst the angst-ridden words before Enid disappeared again into her own room.

It was a short interaction, no longer than maybe a minute… The following day Enid said nothing of it, and continued to emit her sunshine personality as though nothing was different.

And now, the day after that, the same can be said. Enid acts as though nothing is different with her, but there is… and with no other stimulation to keep her busy, Wednesday cannot help but needle away at it.

She stares into the back of Enid’s head. Wednesday has never been good at people; never really wanted to be good at them, either, but they do make good puzzles. With this latest change, Enid is certainly a little more intriguing. Not enough for Wednesday to be invested personally… more so like a scientist probing a specimen.

“It’s starting to rain.” Enid announces, her concerned voice pulling Wednesday from her thoughts. They’ve moved a fair distance uphill and closed in on some rain clouds above them, turning the sky grey and dreary. Water droplets bounce onto the leather of Enid’s gloves as she holds her hand out, and seconds later, Wednesday feels water drip onto her head. It’s ice cold and feels like misery as it seeps into her scalp. Perfection. This is exactly what she had been hoping for.

Enid glances back, her face screwed up in discomfort. Wednesday is not surprised that the princess cannot handle a little bit of rain water, but feels inconvenienced by it nonetheless. It’s ironic, considering she adored the Sirens. Alas, this likely means she is going to request to stop… and their progress will be halted once more.

Be quiet. Be quiet. Be qui-

“We should find somewhere and take shelter from the weather.”

Unbelievable.

Wednesday glares daggers back at Enid, annoyed at the prospect of having to slow their progress even further. They cannot stop. It’s just a bit of rain; there is no need to slow down. They can dry themselves when they reach the next stables and warm up with whatever poor excuse for food they are serving. Better yet, there’ll be a warm fire to dry their clothes… If they stop then they have to sit in cold, wet clothing and whilst Wednesday relishes in misery, even she does not enjoy the idea of sitting in a damp tunic. Her knight gear is heavy enough as it is.

Wednesday responds to Enid with a firm “No.”

Enid’s discomfort changes into something Wednesday recognises as… Upset? Anger? It’s a bit pouty and a bit how she imagines a scolded child would look. As noticed before, these negative expressions sit on her face in a way that’s awkward and pathetic, like a kicked puppy. Though, it ignites further annoyance as opposed to the sympathy Wednesday suspects Enid is vying for. Enid should know her well enough by this point.

“But it’s cold.” Enid says.

Wednesday stares at Enid. Oh, how she stares. Of course you’re cold she thinks, still glaring. You will be colder if we stop moving. Someone educated like a princess ought to know better… and yet. Here she is, watching Enid pout like a baby. All because of a little rain. Ridiculous.

“Keep going.”

Wednesday pulls her horse ahead and brings up the pace, hoping taking lead will encourage Enid’s silly display to be silenced… or at the very least, it stops her seeing said display. Wednesday doesn’t see the point in being pouty, even moreso when someone else is doing it. It’s childish and admits weakness. It is much easier to be objective and tackle your goals without allowing emotions to affect your stance. Alas, this is not a lesson people are taught, nor apparently a conclusion they reach themselves – as evidenced by Enid’s sudden and diversion from their path only seconds later.

“Enid.” Wednesday grunts, feeling a lick of pain as her teeth clench in displeasure. She whips on Nero’s reins and – to her behest – chases after Enid. Wednesday had hoped whatever minor change in Enid would qualm any adventurous, rebellious spirit. It would’ve made for a much easier journey... but it would seem those hopes are dead in the water. It’s saddening that Wednesday cannot even take happiness in such a death.

Regardless, she follows Enid as she is paid to do, withholding the urge to yell the princess’ name a second time as she watches Enid and Sol disappear into the mouth of a cave. It is pointless, and Wednesday does not stoop to pointless things.

She slows, staring blankly at the cave.

She will die in that cave like the naive fool she is, Wednesday grumbles to herself. The idea is quite delightful… though, admittedly not as delightful as she’d hope. After all, it is technically her job to care about the princess’ well-being. Whether she actually cares or not is nothing to do with it. Enid stays alive; she gets paid; she gets to stay in her high-up position amongst the knights. Staying in a high rank is important regardless of how she feels about her peers. After all, it’s about holding the cards.

Sigh. Wednesday knows she must follow. Gently, she directs Nero into the cave, noting that Enid has (surprisingly) done the smart thing and left Sol close to the entrance. Otherwise, there is little to note about the cave – there is some greenery, dirt and stone. Light penetrates maybe 20 meters or so before petering off towards the back of the space. The cave is not particularly large, but spacious enough to provide shelter… not that it is needed. Too much time has been wasted as it is.

Wednesday squints into the darkness, noticing a figure shuffling around. Enid.Of course, the princess does not have the means to create torches and she’s much too eager to wait for assistance. So naturally, she has plunged herself into the darkness; practically asking for a wolf or bear to come attack. Now, that would be entertaining…

“There’s nothing in here!” Enid calls back to Wednesday. Her voice is smug; aggravating. “We can make a fire and keep shelter until the rain stops.”

Enid returns with a bundle of sticks in her arms, procured seemingly from nowhere. Wednesday stares at her. She scowls. Enid rolls her eyes. Gods, Wednesday despises this attitude. How could she be so foolish as to believe Enid’s spirit had been even slightly broken?

Whatever Enid had claimed to sullenly understand the night prior seems to do little in hindering her skill at being perfectly annoying.

“I am protecting you from yourself,” Enid hums. “Sometimes you need to slow down and rest.”

Incorrect.

Enid builds the sticks in a clumsy pile, trying to imitate what Wednesday assumes is a typical campfire. Wednesday watches, eyeing the wood as it collapses for the umpteenth time. As Wednesday broods, her mind wanders. Those sticks...there’s something off about them. They’re uniform; shaved of their bark. At a squint, they look crudely sharpened – not with a knife but perhaps with a rock. It dawns on her that they are too perfect for randomly found wood. No – these are not just sticks. They feel intentional almost. Crafted.

They clatter to the ground again; the noise echoes amongst Enid’s frustrated huffs.

“You can hate me all you want – but at least help so we’re not both freezing.”

Wednesday’s eyes do not meet Enid’s desperate gaze. They fall behind the princess, widening slightly as her adjusted vision spots a modicum of movement. There’s a quiet pitter patter; a scuttle of noise. The rain? No. Something different. Too erratic.

We shouldn’t be here.

Enid frowns, turning her head. The scuttling grows closer; becomes footsteps that contain a heft. A figure lurches from the shadowy depths. Wednesday’s hand falls to the sword sheathed at her side.

And as Enid’s shaken breath cuts through every other sound, Wednesday does not even think as she plunges herself and her weapon into the darkness.

#Wenclair #Wednesday x Enid #Enid x Wednesday #fanfic #Fantasy AU #Zelda inspired #Slow burn #enemies to friends to lover #Sorry this took 6 months #Life gets in the way #But I Lived Bitch

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tectoniccyborg · 1 year

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Look him up.

#the boys tv #the boys #the boys homelander #homelander #the boys inbetween seasons #the boys the deep #the deep #kevin moskowitz #Malcolm brenner #aka dolphin lover #aka that guy who thought it was cool to have sexy with a dolphin and then said that the dolphin died 6 months later of heartbreak #that guy

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tinycowboybro · 3 months

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I miss Bad Buddy.

(I miss the specific fantasy of waikorn I have crafted in my mind)

#screaming and crying and throwing up #i think about them every 6 months and wake up in a cold sweat #also realizing i might have a thing for enemies to lovers #but it’s like.. you’ve seen me at my worst and you still love me anyways ..#(looking at you vegaspete)#anyways #this is dumb but i miss waikorn #what are they up to how is the bar do you think they’ve adopted children yet #does korn flirt violently with wai in front of the customers because he can #do they have dinner with patpran on the weekends and complain when they act gross with each other #and do they have a wall full of photos of them and their friends #bad buddy #bad buddy the series #waikorn #kornwai #jimmy jitaraphol #drake laedeke

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pleckthaniel · 11 months

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i know im biased but now that i have a little pretty orange kitty with green eyes i think firestar might look like my cat

#scout talks #made a joke to my lover when i decided to keep remy that hes like a reverse warrior cat lol #he lived in the wild until he was ~6 months and then was like fuck this. i need to find someone to feed me and cuddle me #rat man

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selidra · 2 years

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Kamioka, wiping a tear off her eye: my little girl’s all grown up...! QvQ<3 Minami: can you not

#bokura no kiseki #omg i haven't posted on this account in 6 years #but god i missed this series #will minami make it out of this with his head intact #clickbait title: my bff who kept me sane turns out to be my ex-husband who destroyed my kingdom #also we are dating our respective bodyguards #but there's also this *twirls hair* grumpy-faced priest #who knows if my lover in everything but name will pop up out of nowhere haha #oh yeah and certain things in my head are going to kill me in a few months time you can blame the ex for that #haruko: i have a bat for a reason

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moon-lv3r · 24 days

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the white hyacinths on the floor (i don’t know what to do) ~ yuzugiri pt 1

🦋 category: angst, hanahaki

🦋 characters: yuzuriha, sagiri, gabimaru, yui

🦋 summary: in which one of the girls unknowingly crossed the line between romantic and platonic. now it’s either dying in secret or seek the other’s help for treatment… should she really burden the other with her condition?

part 1 - realisation

part 2 - revelation

part 3 - solution

🦋 warnings: nil

🦋 notes: another hanahaki fic ! originally i planned for this to be a one-shot, but as i was writing the end of this chapter, i realised that i accidentally ended it off on a good note and was having a hard time trying to continue it (hence why there’s a part 2)

i realised that it was the perfect way to end off a chapter and to begin another one and that’s how this became a three part story. i’ve been writing this since september and i just finished part 1 as of 26th march… hopefully the other two parts doesn’t take me as long…

will this have a good ending? lets wait and see hehe

“Sagirin!” Yuzuriha chanted happily as she hopped about the female samurai.

“Yes?” Asked Sagiri, it seemed this type of stuff was what she seemed to be used to. A daily occurrence. “What do you need?”

Yuzuriha stopped in her hops as she seemed to be deep in thought, Sagiri thought the kunoichi might have been serious for the first time in her life due to how serious she seemed to be.

Until she heard what Yuzuriha had to say.

“Your affection,” Yuzuriha announced with a cheeky smile as she leaned towards Sagiri. She could only sigh in response as she walked away from Yuzuriha.

“Do you not get tired?” Asked Sagiri, while she was walking home. “Of using that kind of language around me?”

She was out with Yuzuriha solely for the fact that she wanted to shop about for items and she needed someone with a feminine eye. Someone aside from Sagiri herself.

Yuzuriha chuckled as she shook her head, hopping right beside the samurai in white. “Not at all! I love seeing your reaction.” A wide grin washed over her face. It seemed to amuse Yuzuriha to no end whenever she saw how Sagiri sighed, every single time.

“How do you not get bored of this?” Sagiri asked, watching the kunoichi hop about happily. She really admired how Yuzuriha seemed so… carefree. Being around Yuzuriha has changed Sagiri for the better. Perhaps it was how they’re so different, that it made Sagiri enjoy such antics.

Though Sagiri often wondered how she managed to put up with Yuzuriha’s silly antics. They just seemed so stupid and flirtatious at times that Sagiri had no idea how to react or even do anything.

But that was the beauty of her friendship with Yuzuriha wasn’t it?

To be able to view things in a different perspective. Wasn’t that amazing? To have an influence that seemed so foreign, a change of scenery. A breath of fresh air. An experience she never had before.

To Yuzuriha, Sagiri seemed… interesting. Just the way she worked and all. It was… good. Maybe there was another word for that, but Yuzuriha couldn’t be bothered to figure it out now. She just liked being around the samurai all the time. Sagiri felt like a different experience, one that Yuzuriha wanted to explore to no end. Perhaps that was what was so alluring to Yuzuriha.

“Yuzuriha,” Sagiri began with her usual tone of seriousness. “What do you think about that?” She used her sword to point at one of the fabrics on display. Sagiri couldn’t be in her samurai uniform all the time. An occasional change would be nice for once.

Yuzuriha examined the fabric that her beloved swordswoman had pointed to. Her cheeky gaze was beginning to fear even the store owner.

“It does look great!” Yuzuriha responded. “A few bloodstains would be amazing!”

“Yuzuriha!” Sagiri responded as she caught the pale expression of the store owner, staring at Yuzuriha in fear.

Yuzuriha laughed and waved her hand around, “Come on I’m just joking!”

This was the dynamic that the two women had adopted. After all that they had been through together. Two women who bore a strikingly opposite personality somehow attracting each other in ways they would never have ever believed.

What would their attraction lead to? Such a foreign feeling to them both… Surely it can’t lead to anything fatal right?

The fatal folklore that neither girls believed in, one that would soon secure a spot in their lives… How’d they get such unfortunate luck?

In a world where one-sided affection could result in fatal petals. Wouldn’t such unexpected love be dangerous? Where does one draw the line between romantic and platonic? How does one sniff out the differences? How does one prevent themselves from falling? How does one survive the fatality?

One of them had the unfortunate luck of having their fate hung in the air, all of it determined by one person. Pressured and stressed, how does one focus and make the right choice in such situations? How were they supposed to make choices when all options seem to be leading towards different disasters?

Why did one of them have to cross the line? Why did she allow herself to cross the line? Was risking their lungs worth the trouble? They were about to find out. The one who had the unfortunate luck…

Yuzuriha.

Never had she ever expected for her fate to have turned out this way. Never had she once expected for her air sacs to slowly be replaced by petals that would soon snuff out all of her life. Never had she expected for her potential cause of death to be Yamada Asaemon Sagiri.

What does one do in such situations?

Yuzuriha could only stare at the petals in her hands, her mouth agape. The soft and wet feeling of the petals lingered on her palm as the realisation of her feelings dawned on her. What should she even do? She thought she was just having a normal cough… until she felt a weird sensation rising up her throat, something that felt weirdly smooth and flat… she couldn’t make out the taste.. yet the petal exit her mouth and rested innocently on her palm, covered in small traces of her own blood.

What could she do?

She had never believed in the stories of fatal petals, yet here she was.

Maybe she was just overthinking everything… Maybe a flower just flew into her mouth and had gotten stuck, resulting in her coughing fit. It did make sense, it had to be the only explanation. There was no way that such a story was real, no way it existed in their world. Yuzuriha could not possibly be falling in love with Sagiri. They were just friends. Does Sagiri even have any other priorities aside from her sword? Was Yuzuriha herself even attracted to women?

There was no way. There had to be no way.

Would Sagiri even lay her eyes on her? Will she ever break her focus on her sword and lay her eyes on Yuzuriha?

Maybe Yuzuriha was just mixing up friendship with relationship. That had to be it, what else could it be? What really was the difference between the two anyway? Yuzuriha did not seem to realise that she had stepped over the thin line that divided platonic and romantic.

Who could blame her?

Line as thin as thread… so easily crossed by those mindless…

Killing had always been her expertise, not feelings. This was out of her jurisdiction. Yuzuriha’s feelings were as dead as her victims, never had she learned how to properly love. Perhaps this was why…

Flowers were so beautiful, the meaning that each and every petal held onto… Now they were replacing Yuzuriha’s air sacs against her own will… Such a wonderful tragedy… A poetic way of revealing her true feelings, even if she remains ignorantly unaware and chose to ignore her life force that was slowly seeping away from her.

All the while, Sagiri remained unaware of her friend’s fate. What was a samurai to do in such a situation? All she knew was to kill, she was all too well familiarised with the ending. All too familiar with being the cause… What difference could a killer bring to her own death?

The petals never went away as the sun shone its rays onto the earth below.

Yuzuriha went to as many doctors as she could. There was no way that such a tale could be the cause of her death. She refused to play into such folklore, it was not real. There had to be someone who could give her logical explanation.

An actual illness, with an achievable cure.

Not some folklore with an impossible medicine, one that was hard to find.

Was this really the world Yuzuriha lived in?

Who was the cause of Yuzuriha’s predicament? It was an answer she knew all too well, yet refused to admit it. Why? She does not have a clue. Maybe it was because of the fact that she refused to admit it either. Maybe she just refused to come to terms with the truth… refused to allow the realisation sink in and cement itself into her mind despite knowing that it was the cold hard truth.

The reason was Yamada Asaemon Sagiri.

Who else could it be?

What else could it be?

Yuzuriha was sure that she could get through this. She survived the damn island, she could survive this. There was no need to tell Sagiri, right? Yuzuriha could get rid of her own feelings herself, it wasn’t that bad of a task. It was just feelings.

As easy as it comes, as easy as it goes. Right?

As it seems, Yuzuriha was just about to be proven wrong. Just how gravely mistaken could a girl be?

Yuzuriha went about her day, acting as though there was nothing fatal about her. Her killer instincts, her dying lungs…

Seeing Sagiri, acting as though all was normal… Acting alive, like she wasn’t dying.

“Yuzuriha,” Sagiri began. It was during one of their few meetups in which Sagiri finally sensed something. “Is something up?”

Yuzuriha went silent. Did Sagiri finally figure it out? What was she supposed to say now? How does she cover it up?

Yuzuriha laughed in the samurai’s face, “What could be up?” She asked, trying to use her laughter to mask up her worry. She only hoped it was convincing.

Sagiri shrugged, seemingly taking Yuzuriha’s word for it. She only hoped that it was actually the case. Yuzuriha suddenly felt her heartbeat racing, the volume suddenly rising. Her heart suddenly grew weights, sinking deeper and deeper into her soul. What was going on? What the hell?

Yuzuriha tried to seem normal as her emotions suddenly went beyond her comprehension. She could only keep it to herself until it was all over. What other choice did she have?

“You just seem unwell,” Sagiri pointed out. “I heard a few coughs from you.”

Yuzuriha laughed, “It’s normal for every human to fall sick, no?”

Was it normal to cough up petals? Surely not. Sagiri doesn’t have to know that part though. She just needs to know that Yuzuriha can handle herself and that there would be nothing to worry about.

It was just a pity that everyone seems to know of her unfortunate health.

Yui was the next to realise that something was wrong. What could escape the eyes of this sweet soul?

It was during a visit to the couple that Yui picked up on the coughing. Gabimaru picked up some petals off the ground but he didn’t seem to pay it much mind. It was normal for flower petals to be carried by the wind. Yuzuriha was just glad that she managed to rid the maroon liquid and blended the ruined petals alongside the normal ones on the ground.

“Are you alright? Yuzuriha?” Yui’s concerned voice echoed in Yuzuriha’s mind as she tried to suppress a coughing fit.

“Her mind is never alright,” Gabimaru commented. “When has this woman ever been sane?”

“I am alright,” Yuzuriha laughed, waving her hands about. She was doing her best at looking normal, wondering if anyone would buy her acting.

Who would buy the truth?

Yuzuriha wondered what she should do. What were her steps?

She confronted another doctor, in hopes of a more logical answer.

“I’ve never seen anything like this,” was all the doctor could say.

“Are you going to tell me that it’s another folklore?” Yuzuriha rolled her eyes and scoffed before sitting up and laughing. Her eyes pierced into the doctors, seriousness taking over her body as she tried to fix her predicament.

“It does seem like folklore about unrequited love… The one with flowers you know? Perhaps you should resolve this with your loved ones…”

“Do you think I’d be here if it worked?” Yuzuriha answered before leaving.

Everyone was useless.

Or maybe she was just refusing to accept the truth. The truth that seemed almost impossible. Unwanted. Outlandish. Insanity.

Perhaps deep down, she knew she was fetally deep into her feelings for the long-haired samurai. Causing her air sacs to morph into petals, slowly rising up her mouth with each cough. Her ability to breathe worsened as each day passed her by, yet what was she doing about it?

How many days had she been cursed with up until her final breath?

Should she really take the leap of faith and just… tell Sagiri?

What would happen then? Would things worsen? Change for the better? Was the risk worth it?

It seems as though almost everyone knew of her unwell state, just not the reason. The reason herself seemed ignorantly unaware as well.

She had been lucky enough to be able to hide most of the petals that escaped her mouth. But how long can one last without being caught? What can she do? How can she really help herself?

What if the revelation would only cause Sagiri to drift away from Yuzuriha? What would happen then? Wouldn’t Yuzuriha die? How would Yuzuriha even get herself out of this situation?

How would Sagiri even feel?

Would she be drowning in guilt? Overwhelmed with shock? Stressed out knowing that a life was on her hand? Sagiri was used to having many lives claimed by her sword, but this was going to be a death caused by her lack of reciprocation.

What will happen then?

Whose fault shall it be?

Yuzuriha for falling?

Or…

Sagiri for never returning?

Who's blade shall the death be on?

Who's blade shall be the one to prevent death?

#hells paradise #jigokuraku #yamada asaemon sagiri #yuzuriha jigokuraku #sagiri jigokuraku #sagiri x yuzuriha #hanahaki #yuzugiri #wlw #hopefully part 2 doesn’t take me 6 months to write…#i’m such a women lover

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tattooedsongbird · 1 month

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Couple Aesthetic: Nikolas and Victoria from I Would Still be Surprised

#romance #original fiction #original characters #these two gave me the ultimate shipping brainrot for like 6 months when I was originally writing them #ultimate childhood friends to arranged marriage to idiots to lovers

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dvdsharkk · 10 months

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IM SOBBING I WAS MAKIGN BIRTHDAG ART FOR FUCKING MEPHONE4 AND LIKE RIGHT AFTE RI WAS DONE WITH YHE SKETCH AND STARTED ON THE DRAFT I HAD TO TAKE A WEEK BREAK FROM THE INTERNET NOW THE ART IS GONNA BE HELLA LATE IM CRYING

MY MOTIVATION WHILE I WAS DRAWING JT WAS SO GOOD AND NOW ITS NOT IT MIGHT BE AN ABANDONED DRAWING NOW 😞😞

Also random ass picture below *slightly silly suggestive type vibe* (creds to artist)

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thedeadthree · 1 year

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— WHICH OF THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS IS YOUR OC?

TAGGED BY the darlings @chuckhansen, @marivenah and @leviiackrman to take this loveliest uquiz for a few dears! ty ty so much!

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PRIDE

pride: "dangerously corrupt selfishness, the putting of one's own desires, urges, wants, and whims before the welfare of other people." basically, you're selfish. but hey, at least you love yourself!! that's a good thing. you know what you want and when you want it. you're very determined and tend to block out negativity in your life. good!! your ambitions might block your view of everyone else in your life, but deep down you know they're there and you care for them very deeply. you're very energized and invoke a lot of emotions in other people. your voice has a very big impact, so don't forget to use it (for the right reasons) :)

GREED

greed: "an artificial, rapacious desire and pursuit of material possessions." you're greedy (obviously). you have a very competitive nature and always strive to be the best. you also really like money but hey, who doesn't. your dream is to be rich and successful, and you'll do anything to get it. you have few friends, but the ones you do have are basically family to you. don't forget to slow down and cherish the people around you ;)

ENVY

envy: "a sad or resentful covetousness towards the traits or possessions of someone else." another sin of desire, you constantly feel upstaged by everyone else. you want everything you know you can't have, and tend to under-appreciate the things you do have. you're easily distracted and might be self-loathing. but that's okay because you're ambitious and determined. you can do anything you put your mind to, and are capable of a lot more than you think you are.

SLOTH

sloth: "a peculiar jumble of notions, dating from antiquity and including mental, spiritual, pathological, and physical states. an absence of interest or habitual disinclination to exertion." basically, you're careless. you have a lack of feeling for the world and the people in it. but actually, the most carelessness you have is for yourself. you tend to be self-loathing, when in reality you deserve the most. make a list of all the things you love about yourself and don't forget to appreciate all that you are and all that you do ;)

WRATH

wrath: "uncontrolled feelings of anger, rage, and even hatred. feelings of wrath can manifest in different ways, including impatience, hateful misanthropy, revenge, and self-destructive behavior." basically you have anger issues. you tend to seek vengeance and hold grudges for a loooooongggggg time. but that's only because you're looking out for yourself and the people you care about. you're not afraid of a fight and are very confrontational. you're strong-willed and thick-skinned. don't forget to show ur soft side every once in a while :)

LUST

lust: "intense longing or desire." you're just tryna get into everyone's pants now aren't you. honestly, good for you. you feel lonely a lot and happiest when giving or receiving love. you constantly wonder whether the people in your life truly need you or not. I'm sure you're a very friendly person with a big heart <3 and lots of love to give!! so give it!!

WRATH

#only if you want to! 🥀❣️#oc: iovanna dayne #oc: una nathaira uller #oc: elaenaera targaryen #oc: yoren snow #oc: valaenya targaryen #oc: ceryse flowers #oc: sérëdhiel alfirin #did the asoiaf clowns and m'love sera for this bc they've had me in a VICE GRIP all week kdhjankjcn #health issues means you hyperfixate on a thing and let that thing takeover your thoughts ig jskanxak <3 #valaenya (enya dayne to most!) is iovannas descendant in g*ot <3 she rides vannas dragon starspire as well hehehhe #and she wields dark sister! and dawn the ancestral blade of her ancestors house :) has them on her back a la 'witcher' hehehe <3 #ceryse is more of a book!oc but! baby girl! she is introduced in a dance of dragons (season 5!) and shes a tyrell bastard <3 #YORENSSS IM SCREAMING so a bit of context he's a stark bastard and the ex/lover/its complicated of elaenaera <3 #elaenaera is the sister of rhaenyra! shes about 26 by the finale :) in that 6 year skip she left the vale and visited winterfell where she #met yori! they were a thing for about? 8-ish months? before she was tasked to return to dragonstone and said she would be #back in 6 months askjnkxn which turned into 6 years HA :') so the lack of lack of feeling the carelessness + the apathy is SO good for him?#theres an answer on a seperate uquiz that was like 'you opened up to someone and they told u it was too much' AND THE WAY THATS HIM?#like thats how he perceived things? im so excited to write for them they make me crazy basjhbxjhab #una dearie the influence of ur dragon (she bonded by ritual like vanna!) the cannibal made u more unhinged than u were already love that <3 #FIRST OF ALL THE ACCURACY OF VANNAS <3 (i should note i did alt answers for things also fitting and she got wrath <3)#that last quiz answer and this one telling her that she needs to look and the elephant in the room that her motives are more #selfish than she thinks! that she left kings landing for dragonstone it wasn't just for loyalties! you know why u truly went! for YOU KNOW.#leg.tagged #leg.ocs #oh yeesh these tags got LONG if you read all of that you are a saint and you made my day sakjnkxna <3 #also if yall have any tips on manip i would be forever in your debt <3 tried my hand for enya :')#aksnxjknakj very on brand with the things i have in mind for seras arc that she gets wrath hehhe :)

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