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seldomscans · 4 months
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Heliotrope no Koi by Mizuno Hideko (1969)
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What can I say? It is known that I am weak for Russian literature and character who run towards their ruin at full speed, so I had to do this Mizuno one shot too... Here is another story by Turgenev, like the previous First Love, to give you some feelings on this cold weekend. Heliotrope Love, was adapted from his Smoke, and I strongly recommend that you read it. Here are some parts that I loved, but that were sadly weren't included in the limited page count of the manga, so I'll leave them here:
‘But I can’t live without you, Irina,’ Litvinov interrupted, in a whisper now; ‘I am yours for ever and always, since yesterday.... I can only breathe at your feet....’
...As though I could complain when you love me, Irina! I wanted only to tell you that, of all this dead past, all those hopes and efforts, turned to smoke and ashes, there is only one thing left living, invincible, my love for you. Except that love, nothing is left for me; to say it is the sole thing precious to me, would be too little; I live wholly in that love; that love is my whole being; in it are my future, my career, my vocation, my country! You know me, Irina; you know that fine talk of any sort is foreign to my nature, hateful to me, and however strong the words in which I try to express my feelings, you will have no doubts of their sincerity, you will not suppose them exaggerated. I’m not a boy, in the impulse of momentary ecstasy, lisping unreflecting vows to you, but a man of matured age—simply and plainly, almost with terror, telling you what he has recognised for unmistakable truth. Yes, your love has replaced everything for me—everything, everything!
God I wish I could love someone like that/someone loved me like that.
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DDL MangaDex
This manga was originally published in Monthly Seventeen's issues 30-36 in 1969. I must say all Seventeen manga might be just to my taste.
Thanks go to 5MENP for splitting Edelweiss with me, to phuji and shielshi, my dear Seldom gang, for making this project see the light of day.
And of course, thank you, Attolia, for giving me the push I needed to translate this. I've missed you <3
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asnowperson · 9 months
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Caspar David Friedrich, Wanderer above the Sea of Fog (Der Wanderer über dem Nebelmeer), 1818.
Mizuno Hideko, Heliotrope Love (ヘリオトロープの恋, Heliotrope no Koi), 1969.
Different mediums, different artists, but similar vibes...
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doodleynan · 7 months
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all I need is you
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hanahaki4hanami · 4 months
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Hanahaki For Hanami Prompts
Think warm thoughts, spring will be here before you know it. And in the meantime, take a look at our prompt suggestions for #hanahaki4hanami. Prompts are merely there to inspire you. Use as many or as few as you would like. We look forward to posting in April!🌸
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Week One: Yellow Hyacinth - Jealousy
Week Two: Red Tulip - Passion, Declaration of love
Week Three: Heliotrope - Eternal Love, Devotion
Week Four: Cyclamen - Resignation, Diffidence, Goodbye
Hanahaki for Hanami is a pro-fiction & pro-ship, multi-fandom event. All works are welcome as long as they are tagged accordingly and hanahaki related. You can view the full guidelines on our tumblr page or by clicking the Notion link.
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suntails · 1 year
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MALLEUS DAY!!!! SO so happy to have made time to participate in this, huge thanks to @/humbuns, the absolute Legend, for organizing this :D haven’t drawn flowers in like. years. but i gave him some heliotropes for his special day
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mllekurtz · 5 months
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I haven't been talking about it because it feels too good to be true, but lately I've been working on a shadowgast fic consistently again for the first time since the vibes au 🙏🏻
The fic is the follow-up of my shadowgast Witcher au, there are roughly 12k words in it right now (including some outline), and this is one of my favorite passages so far:
In the silence that followed, Caleb took a deep breath and conjured happy memories. The smell of his mother’s kitchen. The moment he mastered his first Sign. Killing his masters alongside his peers and ending decades of torture and oppression for good. The first time he made Essek laugh.
I really hope I can bring this home and share it with you soon. Not being able to write (due to covid, bg3, work, general burnout, my dog's illness, probably other stuff I'm forgetting) sucked massively these past few months. This fic in particular has been on the back burner for literal years, and I'm so excited to be inspired to work on it again. I shall hopefully be sharing more soon!
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clownhonkbonk · 10 months
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picnic:)
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whoopsie daisy hand slipped. i ended up finishing it
inspired / referenced by this post !!! :D
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gold0venice · 15 days
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Camellias bloom on the trail your feet leave
You run alone and free
The wind follows you in your voice -
Loud and strong and beautiful
I followed you because I am a heliotrope
And we always follow the sun
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dottores · 8 months
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Wtf did you put on my timeline 😀
Since the history of Y/N stories, the reader ALWAYS had a backstory. I fail to see how this suddenly makes Y/N a OC. The same goes for gender. Usually in the description or first sentence you would immediately know Y/N’s gender. It’s nice to be inclusive but you can’t force the author to cater to a specific demographic.
I will admit though: I LOATHE when a author enforces a skintone onto Y/N without mentioning it in the beginning. The fact this stuff is rarely tag is pretty annoying. If authors have to tag their fanfic with “POC!Reader” to point out that reader is meant to have a ethnic background, for the love of god please do the same if the reader is meant to be interpreted as white. Nothing puts me out of a story when I envisioned a character to fit the story only to see them described as “pale, fair skinned” by the narrator several paragraphs later.
There is a really nice plugin for AO3 where it can replace pronouns and fill in the Y/N slot with an actual name. It would be nice if such a plugin existed for tumblr. Authors won’t have to give into obligations and those who feel alienated can still enjoy the work.
PLEASEEEEEE AJFHASIUDFHU IF I HAD TO SEE IT YOU GUYS ALL HAVE TO TOO. i am a firm believer of sharing is caring <3
EXACTLY, like especially for authors who do long fics or series, giving reader 0 personality/no background story is next to impossible unless you just want them to like ... be there and take no initiative in the story and just have things happen to them and for them to have no reaction to anything. like even in smut and headcanons, there are going to be little things you can pick out personality-wise, its next to impossible to just have a cardboard cut out reader for any type of fic, much less long fics/series. someone will always disagree with something <- but tee explained this all better in her long rb addition to that post
AND I TOTALLY AGREE! like they had very valid points about physical appearance and properly tagging gender, but i hate the fact that they added all of those valid points in that mess of an argument of why "x reader fics" should have no personality or background, because i felt as if it was totally taking away from that. it's two totally separate issues that they were trying to combine into one big one but just made an even bigger mess out of it.
for real! ao3's tagging system is top tier like i know a lot of people find it confusing but it's so nice to be able to filter any and everything you want or don't want.
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sword-dad-fukuzawa · 23 days
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vk, pistol whipping, snuff but consensual and impermanent. the twins in all their fucked up and messy dimensions.
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when vash touches him it’s mercy. when vash touches him it’s a resounding loss, a victory inverted along its topological axis; spun, careening, out of orbit. his brother holds him at gunpoint. “knives,” he says, his trigger finger unerringly straight. there’s the axis; there’s the orbit.
his expression is serious but there’s a twitching, live edge to his mouth that says he’s trying not to laugh. knives looks up at him, at the tight black leather belted over his brother’s chest. what an outfit, he’d thought once. ridiculous and human. now there is only his heart, leaping into his throat. his own mouth, gone suddenly dry.
“vash,” he acknowledges.
“you threw the fight,” says vash. “why?”
he looks up at his little brother, who understands, and laughs at him. he squats down, feet bracketing knives’s knees, and taps the cold metal barrel against knives’s cheek. “how much can i hurt you?” vash asks, very seriously.
knives rolls his eyes. “as if you could,” he says. it’s a taunt as much as it’s tacit carte blanche. the only warning he gets is the sudden, bright gleam in vash’s eyes, before he swings his arm and cracks his gun across knives’s face.
he can’t even really call it pain, not reasonably. it’s past that, it’s more than that, it’s pain but if pain could fractal—it’s white hot revolution in the palm of his brother’s hand, and he’s using it to trace a line from temple to shattered cheekbone. knives’s jaw hangs loose. he breathes heavy. “do it again,” he demands.
“‘kay,” says vash, pupils dilated, lip bitten bloody. “tell me when it hurts too bad, baby.
baby. he’s vash’s baby. he’s vash’s baby and god, his head fucking hurts. there’s something broken in there, something unfixable. had his gun done the breaking or just knocked it loose? knives doesn’t know. the revolver crashes into his skull again and then there’s just nothing, blissful, beautiful nothing.
he blinks his eyes open, bleary. he’s lying in his brother’s lap; they’re sitting in their garden. he can see the waving stalks of the heliotrope from this angle.
“you’re awake?” vash asks. his hand smooths over knives’s skin. “i fixed you up, don’t worry. maybe we should’ve stopped after the first one.”
“just hit a little softer and i can take more,” knives murmurs, too loose and relaxed for any pretension. he presses his nose into vash’s thigh. “you like doing it.”
“i do,” says vash, sounding torn.
knives laughs. “i get to be dead and you get to kill me.”
“that’s the fantasy.”
“for now.”
“for now,” vash agrees, and knives watches as the heliotrope bends in the wind.
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msmimundo · 5 months
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Moominmama drawing from December :)
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laurelverses · 1 year
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Heliotrope: ... bzzt. You're also late. Again.
Cohton: I am? Oh. Sorry, kiddo.
Heliotrope: ...
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sleepydrummer · 2 years
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Photograph taken by Man Ray around 1934 used by André Breton to illustrate L'Amour fou - published in 1937. via
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redlightofdawn · 8 days
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sometimes I remember I wrote most of the upcoming Kori/Jason/Roy story from the heliotropism-verse and get the mad urge to post it
but then I have to remind myself it spoils the timkon story pretty badly so I need to post that first
but, lemme tell you, it is one of my favourite instalments of the series
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venbetta · 1 year
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Vince from Night Terror
I was feeling nostalgic so I drew this purple bastard (endearing)
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Bonus:
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A Snek has crossed your path?!
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