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jessamine-rose · 1 year

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✿⚘❁⚘❀ Astilbe ❀⚘❁⚘✿

Fufufu after all these months, here’s another Herbarium epilogue with more dark fluff and comfort. It was nostalgic to write for Capitano and his darling again (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

Tw:: YANDERE, unhealthy relationships, psychological trauma, Stockholm Syndrome

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The astilbe’s beauty has faded.

The pressed flowers are only a phantom of the radiant clusters you picked weeks ago. The petals have lost their brilliance. The feathery plumes have been reduced to flat shapes.

This is a natural consequence of preservation, one which occurs to all of your flowers. So why do you feel particularly mournful for the astilbe?

Maybe the flowers aren’t the problem. Rather, it’s you.

Your wedding ring twinkles on your index finger, an unavoidable sight. The sculpted flowers serve as a constant reminder of your marital status, disregarding the fact that you and your captor never had an official ceremony.

Capitano…what time will he be home? You usually accompany him to Zapolyarny Palace but he decided against it today. Important business, he claimed.

Nonetheless, he treated you so kindly before his departure. He’d given your new guard a stern warning which, even in his formal tone, sounded more like a death threat. You received a soft kiss, some new books, a promise of his immediate return.

Your life has never been happier. So why are you still plagued with your bad days?

You are used to this feeling, the ever-present melancholy which has haunted you even before you met Capitano—those hours spent trapping flowers in your notebook, escaping reality through storybooks, reliving memories better left forgotten. Perhaps it is your subconscious upset with you, the double curse of your self-awareness and resignation.

How can you believe in his love, knowing it is a twisted delusion?

Despite this, you’ve never smiled more since the day you accepted your fate.

Since meeting Capitano, you even remembered how to cry. Compared to your past tears and “tantrums,” the action feels oddly cathartic nowadays. Like a call for help finally answered by your own devoted knight.

The sound of heavy footsteps interrupts your thoughts.

Your husband is home.

The door opens. Capitano enters the room.

“______, is everything well?”

“Capitano.” You leave your desk and meet him halfway. “Did you mi—how was work? You arrived earlier than usual.”

He feels warm. You lean into his embrace, letting him be the first to pull away. His hands remain on your waist.

“The new recruits show potential.” He looks down at you, face hidden by his mask. After a short pause, he adds, “Did you take kindly to Sergeant Naiad?”

“Cyane was all right,” you reply, shrugging. “They just kept quiet and watched me from a distance. They are nothing like Ceres, if that is what you’re asking.”

The change in his tone isn’t lost on you. “That is acceptable. Should they infringe on your personal boundaries, inform me at once.”

Is that even necessary? He already has his spies to monitor your behavior.

Your notebook is still open to the astilbe. Capitano walks over to your desk, keeping one hand on the small of your back.

“I presume that your astilbe has been fully preserved.” He taps the corner of the page, careful not to touch the pink and white flowers.

You make no motion to retrieve it. “Yes. They’re…not as pretty as when I first saw them. Or maybe that’s just my perception.”

He turns to face you. “If you desire more astilbe, we may revisit the botanical garden.”

“No, it’s fine.”

Shouldn’t this be enough? What more must he do for you?

“Which flowers do you want?” You return to your chair, feeling a familiar stab of guilt. “I’ll let you pick first this time.”

“My darling, what troubles you?”

Huh?

Capitano caresses your cheek this time.

“You are in low spirits,” he observes. Anger creeps into his tone, faint yet palpable. “Did you tell me the truth about Sergeant Naiad?”

You quickly nod. “I was! I just feel…it’s nothing, really! Nothing worth your trouble.”

He remains adamant. “I would be an inattentive husband if I fail to care for my wife.”

What kind of expression is on his face? Even with his face concealed, you don’t want to look at him. Anything to prevent him from perceiving your distress.

From your peripheral vision, an image catches your attention—a framed drawing on your desk, illustrated by the same artist who painted the family portrait in your living room.

“Such an odd couple,” they muttered.

You had to agree with them. With his mask and fine armor, Capitano was an intimidating subject. You, on the other hand, looked small and delicate in your lacy gown. But your close physical contact left no doubt that the two of you belonged to the same picture.

The artist spent more time on you. They took a while to capture your face, describing your gaze as a dim mystery. You didn’t mind; it meant more time in your husband’s arms.

During a short break, you faced Capitano to chat with him. That was when the artist froze, staring at you with renewed interest. A silent look from the former, however, was all it took for them to fearfully return to their canvas.

The finished portrait came with a small pencil sketch. You were looking at Capitano with bright eyes and a fond smile, unrecognizable even to yourself.

“______?” He holds your hand. His own ring twinkles above your interlocked fingers.

“I…It’s not important,” you insist. Despite yourself, you feel your heart racing for reasons not borne from fear. “I’ve dealt with this before. The issue will go away on its own.”

Foolish girl. Since when was your captor one to leave you alone?

Ever the patient man, Capitano kneels down to meet your gaze.

“One word from you, and I will do everything in my power to alleviate your sorrows,” he tells you. The soft declaration is juxtaposed by his firm grasp on your hand. “How could I be at peace when my beloved flower is in pain?”

Words fail you. You stare at your lap, gripping the armrest with your free hand. It is his next words, spoken with quiet resolution, which spell your defeat.

“But if you refuse to smile, that is also acceptable. I will stay by your side regardless.”

You give up.

At first, Capitano tenses when you throw your arms around him. The hesitation which follows—the way he carefully reciprocates your hug, measuring his strength…it only tugs at your heartstrings all the more.

“Thank you,” you whisper. Your eyes feel damp; are you crying? Your tears don’t match your mood at all.

What is there to worry about? Time and time again, your husband has proven his unwavering devotion to you.

Why should you torture yourself with the truth of your marriage? Freedom is nothing compared to this false happily ever after.

Who cares about the astilbe? You already have the most beautiful, eternal flowers wrapped around your finger.

Capitano’s heartbeat is comforting. He traps you in his embrace, rubbing circles on your back. You don’t need to see past his mask to know what tender emotions lie in his gaze.

“You’re welcome,” he says. He lifts your wrist to his mask, imparting a soft kiss on the back of your hand.

A small smile tugs at your lips. “I feel a bit better thanks to you.”

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Side Story ๑ Epilogue ๑ Another Comfort Fic

A few months ago, I started this fic cuz I was sad. And now that I’m less sad, I decided to finish it and cry over Capitano again. Aahh he and Damsel always put me in a soft mood TvT

Once again, thank you to @diodellet for your support as my bestie and peer reviewer. Last year, she actually wrote her own Herbarium-inspired comfort fic which I beta-read and linked above. Her smut is amazing and well-written, so pls check it out <3

Do share your thoughts on this fic!! And if you read the teaser for Astilbe, look at me in the eye and tell me that the Captain isn’t the best at comforting his darling ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

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foranpo · 9 months

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ੈ˚☆ jujutsu kaisen characters as specific colors.

fandom: jujutsu kaisen.

characters: gojo, geto, itadori.

reader: gn!

genre: headcanons.

word count: ~280 each // 850 total

cole's note: had another 2 characters for this but couldn't bring myself writing it so who knows maybe part 2? oh well ♡

ੈ♡˳────── enjoy the reading ♡ ──────

˚ʚ gojo satoru.

The melancholy yellow of an early Sunday morning in winter.

Everything stopped. In Gojo's being, there was nothing; nothing but a great void that corrupted him with the ease with which the world changes seasons. All the emptiness, all the nothingness that existed inside Gojo was suffocating, of a tremendous thickness that consumed him every time he woke up, every time he decided to exist.

Beyond his beautiful eyes, hidden behind the glasses and headband that masked the melancholy he lived in, Gojo existed. Vulnerable, full of nostalgic memories and outdated hopes, Gojo allowed himself to exist only in front of you, only in your comfort.

For, beyond the beauty of Gojo, far from seductive looks and empty words, hidden in a corridor of promises and desires, there was someone. A soul that stopped being Gojo to be just Satoru –in your comfort, in your peace, in your presence. Nothing prevented him from feeling, from existing. Allowing melancholy to wrap him in a mantle of fragility, letting it embrace him in a hug of uncertainty and helplessness, Gojo felt everything.

All the memories that weighed on his shoulders and forced him to walk more hunched over; all the words he wished he'd said and now overused among his loved ones; whatever was, became, and Gojo was still, motionless, vulnerable.

With you and only you. All his energy was drained, too tired to get it back, too lazy to get more. It was as if a sun of coziness, laziness, comfort –of everything he wanted most– embraced him in words and caresses.

All because you, divinity of hope and future, allowed Gojo to choose you to be the winter sun of all eternity that will exist.

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˚ʚ geto suguru.

The soft pink of a late summer beach sunset.

Like a sea breeze, carrying laughter and ephemeral promises, Geto accepted to exist. Light and cautious, making gentle waves in your heart, Geto let all the wickedness in the world tuck away in his pocket, focusing on nothing but the joy, the magic, the happiness of that moment.

Geto didn't like to think about the possibilities existing in so many galaxies and stars –instead, Geto preferred to be with you, in that moment, in that precise second of minutes gone by. Only the present and the past were allowed to exist to Geto.

The happiness of someone who found a new color, the curiosity of someone who decided to count stars –Geto was like that. Helpless and kind. A little childish in his words, quite adult in his fears, but always and completely himself. Suguru Geto. The one who let the constellations tell him stories, always enchanted by the celestial light, always wishing, almost chronically, to be part of something so beautiful.

It was an unusual hope that lived in Geto; not of a better future or an acceptable present, but of a fulfilled life. A life filled with remorse and regret, but still beautiful. Beautiful for taking memories of eternal loves and divine words; beautiful for having his soul complete when with you, always willing to give more of himself to you. Always for you.

A life lived for you. Your security. Your happiness. You. The most beautiful presence in this world, the most magical essence that ever existed. You and only you. The ink that painted the picture that was Geto, letting him choose all the colors but only abusing the comfortable pink and the hopeful purple.

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˚ʚ itadori yuji.

The weary green of moss that consumes what were once proofs of great empires.

Itadori was persistent. Since always, Itadori's greatest characteristic was not knowing how to give up. Defect or quality was only decided by time; but for you, before you, Itadori was fascinating. Endowed with an energy of his own, which spread around his surroundings like a fungus in times of humidity, Itadori was, and always will be, the magic of this world.

A small ball of joy and hope was born inside you every time Itadori took time out of his life to spend it with you; it was like a switch was turned on you and you couldn't see anything but the beauty he brought with him. All the ruins of your heart, all the wreckage of your soul were embellished by Itadori's presence, pasting every little piece of you with patience, delicacy, love.

It seemed like he was always on the run, that it was his mission to paint pictures of dreams and hopes in people's lives, but especially yours. There wasn't a day of rest, grabbing brushes and pencils, colorful words blessing your ears followed by the lively laughs of those who love – and truly love.

A relief, a cure. Itadori never stopped growing, expanding his kind essence in this cruel world, never resting for a moment. Even with you. Especially with you. For you, owner of all Itadori's joy and bearer of his most ambitious dreams, deserved nothing more than temples built to venerate and beautify you. You, your heart, your soul –and Itadori always insisted on being your painter, without ever wanting, or being able, to rest.

ੈ♡˳───── feedback is appreciated ♡ ─────

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absquatulatexyaryan · 5 months

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Paring: Hyuga Norisha x OC Genre: Fluff, Romance, Friendship, Action, Tragedy, Slice of Life, Light Mature(mention of blood, fight scenes and swearing) {P.S No Smut}

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CHAPTER 1 (Part 1):

The streets of Druma-Ikka were crowded with people from every SWORD and Toarushi area. Why wouldn't that be the case? After all, it was the biggest festival held in three years since the fight with the Iurme group. While some were enjoying the celebration with their families, friends, and children, others were gathered in the Gambling Den to place bets. Amidst the bustling activity on the street, people could be heard laughing and chatting happily around the food, games, and souvenir vendor stalls. Cobra, Naomi, Yamato, Dan, Chiharu, and Tetsu make their way down the temple street. Naomi and Yamato were holding hands as they glanced around excitedly. Their 3-year anniversary was around the corner. " What stall did you say your cousin sister is putting up?" Dan questioned, turning to face Chiharu, as Tettsu snapped photographs with his phone. "It's a painting stall." Tettsu responded before Chiharu could, without losing his concentration on shooting photographs. "How long has it been for you since you've met her?" Naomi asks, her gaze drawn to Chiharu, who stands alongside her. " It's been ten years. The last time I saw her was at Grandpa's funeral." Chiharu says, overwhelmed with nostalgic melancholy. "First I am going to yell at her for not telling me that she was back a month ago and then strangle her in a hug." Chiharu adds with determination, causing the rest of the group to laugh and shake their heads in amazement at how quickly his mood changes.

Rocky, Koo, Kaito, and Kizzy, who was holding her boyfriend's arms, all made their way to the temple and paid their respects. "Hyuga and Daruma Babies don't really disappoint with the scale of festivals." Kaito says with a small smirk, assisting Kizzy as they all descend the staircase. " Indeed. Living up to their famous saying. Right, Rocky-san?" Kizzy says with a big smile, looking at Rocky, who sighs and rolls his eyes. He so wanted to leave this instant hadn't he been tricked into coming here by Kizzy.

Murayama, Furuya, and Seki had parked their bikes and dismounted with big smiles on their faces. " Haven't been here in a long time! Ja! Let's enjoy ourselves to the fullest!" Murayama yells out fist in the air as Furuya and Seki nod all extremely excited. Murayama fixes his all-time jacket as the three move inside among the crowds towards the vendors.

Fujio, Shinya, Masaya, Seiji, Arata, and Madoka were all joyfully eating ramen at the diner stall Yuki had set up. "Fujio-san! Fancy seeing you here" a familiar voice from behind. It was none other than the smiling faces of Sachio, Odajima, Jinkawa, Shida, and Shoji of Housen. " Oh! Good to see you all! Welcome! Please have a seat." Fujio exclaimed smiling wide as the five of them dragged the chairs and sat down at the same table. "Where is Todoroki?" Odajima asked looking for his friend as he devoured his noodles. "He went out with Shibaman and Tsuji not long ago to buy something for his younger sister. He finally took her since she was whining to buy something." Shinya said as he picked up the fried chicken his girlfriend Madoka had placed on his plate. "Have you met his younger sister? She is quite adorable! Total opposite of Doroki!" Fujio said gleefully, causing the rest of the group to gaze at him blankly. " Cute, yes. But opposite of Todoroki? Are you kidding!?" Masaya voiced in disbelief as everyone shook their heads in agreement. Todoroki's younger sister was as quiet as him, but she concealed her mischievousness extremely effectively. To the point where it terrified all of the older boys who knew her. She simply knew where and how to use her cuteness. "Oi! You are all just saying things. She is very lovely! Whenever I greet her, she responds so sweetly. She also smiles more frequently than Doroki." Fujio said mouth stuffed with food. "She's like that to only you and you only." Shinya scoffs "She is, in some ways, the polar opposite of Todoroki. I'll acknowledge it." Odajima says, scooping up the chicken to eat.

"Why didn't Yui come with you all?" Madoka asked as she looked for her friend but noticed she wasn't with her brother and boyfriend. " Yui has been preoccupied with the project work she has been doing with this organisation called HOPE. She was so tired today that she just fell asleep when she got home." Shoji, her lover, spoke proudly while also being concerned for his girlfriend. Suchio, who overheard Shoji talking about his sister so affectionately, snorted, "At least she's doing some decent work. I almost thought I'd have to feed her for the rest of my life." Suchio muttered, sipping his coke, as Shoji stared at him for disparaging his girlfriend. Suchio was extremely proud of his sister. He had noticed a significant change in Yui since she began working for this organisation, and it was certainly a sight to see Yui carry herself with such vitality. Madoka was aware of Yui's involvement with the organisation. Madoka even asked her if she could volunteer to play clarinet and teach when she was in town every weekend. Yui assured her she'd ask the founder and co-founder about it and get back to her. "HOPE? I think I've heard about it." Seiji tried to recall where he had heard of it. "Aren't you working for it, Arata?" Shinya questioned while glancing at him. "Yes, I have been working as a chef. I, together with a few other chefs, prepare food in large quantities. Breakfast, lunch and dinner. It is mostly for orphanages, small schools, and individuals in need of food. I have breakfast duty and alternate days dinner duty." Arata stated while sipping his coke."Plus they pay well so it solves my problems as well." Arata smiled as the rest of the group smiled at him. Everyone was aware of his mother's cancer diagnosis. Despite the fact that they all contributed to her treatment, by which she recovered. Two months back his mother had relapsed and was admitted to the hospital. While working menial jobs that didn't pay much he was filled with despair when he saw a pamphlet on the street that was looking for a chef for an organization. When he arrived, he was received nicely, and the founder and co-founder gave him instructions and explained the organization's goal. Arata was delighted to be a part of it and began working for them right away."Where are Jamuo, Yasushi, Kiyoshi, Nakagoshi and Nakaoka?"Jinkawa asked munching on his food. "Jamuo and the rest are somewhere here looking around." Tsukasa remarks, setting down his chopsticks after finishing his meal."No wonder it is so peaceful." Shida mumbles, but they all hear it and break into fits of laughter. Soon, their table was filled with smiles and laughter as they chatted with one another.

Hyuga on the other hand was still in his deep sleep as Shu Kato was overlooking the Gambling Den while Sakyo and a few of the other Durma Babies were lying outside the shrine waiting for their leader to wake up. The rest of the members were either blended into the crowd making sure everything was in order while the others were preparing for the highlight of the festival i.e. fireworks under the supervision of Ukyo.

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{A.N: Part 2 of Chapter 1 is up!Click➡️ Part2 }

[ NOTE: The plot, picture edits and the original characters in this fanfiction belong to me. All the credit for the high and low characters goes to the original owner.]

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no-name--kid · 6 months

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Mourning Doves

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i hear the birds sing again

a song i haven't heard in years

yet a song i still remember the melody

despite it falling upon forgetful ears

the still calm

broken by the singing

calming whistles

broken notes

for the first time i feel right at home

i look around, reminiscing

thinking about the things i've been missing

the sorrowful song of the birds tops the charts

mourning the loss of another day gone

instead of the roosters

i now hear the doves

cooing and singing their sad little song

telling me that i should be asleep

sleeping and dreaming

instead of overthinking

i used to place blocks

now i draw scars

creating constellations that litter my arms

entranced in the pain

yet uncomfortably numb

broken only by that melancholy song

that sound

that beautiful, saddening, nostalgic sound

that heals all my wounds

and brings me back

to a sweet childhood

looking down from above

those beautiful mourning doves

context: so i absolutely love mourning doves. they're my favorite birds. so when i was younger i used to stay up all night gaming. and i would hear these birds, and it'd be dawn, and like, where did the time go? how is it already morning? but one day, i just never heard them again. they vanished. and i only just recently started hearing them again, and every time i hear them, i get really sad and nostalgic, but in a beautiful sadness way. it's a hard emotion for me to express. so i heard them for the first time in a long time while biking to school, so i wrote this poem and it's been sitting in my folder for a couple of weeks, but i really like it and want to share my poetry:)

#poetry #poem #original poem #birds #weird emotions i guess? i dont know how i was feeling #i used to hate poetry now look at me

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inkykeiji · 7 months

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hi! hope you’re having a good day!

ive been re-reading through your dabi fics and have been reminded of how i love the carnival worker dabi fanfic. like i don’t know why but im so fixated on him. it might just be bc i love carnivals and theme parks and the aesthetic of them is very nostalgic to me. like he’s just such a mystery, i love it.

im not sure if that fic is a one shot and whether it will be revisited or not, but just wanted to say that it’s one of my favs!

hi sweetpea!!! <33 AW HEHE THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS!!!! i’m so incredibly glad to hear that you enjoy carnival attendant dabi!! (´∀｀)♡ i had such a blast writing him because he’s really like,, happy-go-lucky? but he has this intense, deep, heavy air of melancholy to him, because he’s only happy-go-lucky due to the cocktail of drugs infusing his blood. he’s quietly tragic beneath it all, and his artificial easygoing nature hides something a lot more sad and sinister.

it was intended to be a oneshot, yes! i really like the way it ends and he’s kind of meant to feel like this enigma—like you got a taste of him and that’s it, he’s gone, never to be seen again. you’re meant to kind of feel sad once it’s over and miss him—or, at least, that was my intention and what i was trying to do with the piece!! <3 i don’t want to say for sure that i’ll never revisit his AU—because 1. never say never and 2. i really do love him, so it’s definitely a possibility, but it’s a slim possibility. either way, thank you so much for taking a moment to send me such a beautiful lil message and let me know your thoughts!!! it means so much to me, it truly does <3

#this make me smile so big!!!!!#im so happy he’s one of ur faves!!!! i worked really hard on that piece #he’s precious eh??? he kind of like;; makes you want to save him HAHAH #like you just wanna take all his broken pieces and kiss them and put them back together #slow and painstakingly #but u can’t!!!!! he can’t really be saved or fixed #he’s on a wild ride!#he IS a wild ride HAHAHA #anyway now i’m rambling~#thank you for this bb i love u lots <33 #have a fantastic monday & week ahead!!#stay safe n stay hydrated <3 #inky.bb #clari gets mail #inky.carnival dabi #just in case i ever wanna find this ask again haha

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pinketine · 2 years

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kiki this is uh. invitation tell me whatever you want about rtsoot! feel free to ramble and repeat yourself and go off track as much as desired I am interested wherever you may go

Alt0 my beloved I knew I could trust you ♡

So I've been thinking about @/strifesolution's Grade A RTSoot Playlist You Should Listen To If You Care Them and how a big theme with the fanon that seems to be have been created for them is this sense of melancholic nostalgia.

They break up, it's messy, and they go their own separate ways. But before that, they were so alike! They both had a habit of creating and destroying, using words before weapons and just all around being absolute nightmare people. Which is probably why it didn't work out in the end, they're too alike, of course it burned out. They're both stars in their own right, at the end of the day.

So yes, they had that history, that island on SMP Live and the flirting and the murders (of each other, of other people, attempted, successful), and all that. Those memories, the fun they had together, seem to be cemented in their minds, even after the aforementioned messy break up. RT expects Wilbur to still be his Wil, and Wil expects Magistrex to be his RT. They are both delusional.

So when they reunite, they are drunk off of those nostalgic memories, unable to keep in mind that's it's uh, been several years. Shit happens in those several years. Even with someone like RT, who is pretty consistent, changed a bit. He resented Wil more, for once. Wilbur has changed a lot from the SMP Live Loverboy.

But Wilbur wants to be together again! Like the old times! And so does RT, deep down. The fallout was awful but everything before was so good. So there's the nostalgia, and the slowly growing melancholy that comes with the realisation that things can't be how they once were. What do they do now? How do they go forward?

Anyways yeah I could go even more in depth about each stage, from fun murder times to gay divorce winning to the realisation that people change. RTSoot fanon my beloved.

#Obligatory /rp #Not the real people you guys #SORRY I AM NOT NORMAL.#alt0!!!#rtsoot #c // rtsoot #505 hotline

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kishusachan · 1 year

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Bygone burdens of melancholy are hitting back hard as nostalgia just not giving me contentment but Making me conscious nd even making me realizing the worth of it all In just a sudden!

It's probably a lil bit foolish to be honest but that seems even more nostalgic when I'm getting through it...

- Kishu ♡ & Anonymous

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dilemmaed · 2 years

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27: A song that breaks your heart

30: A song that reminds you of yourself

3: A song that reminds you of summertime

11: A song that you never get tired of

6: A song that makes you want to dance

FIVE???? you are my favorite person ever now thank you thank you 🌱☆

( 27 ) : already did this one but I'll probably never run out of songs that make me sad sooo let's go with cynical one by tv girl. it doesn't make me depressed per se but it sure as hell does make me feel a wide variety of emotions, particularly melancholy, without fail. it's like a not quite nostalgic, but yearning song that scratches my brain so nicely. also it has strings in it which can improve any song

( 30 ) : I've been meaning to make a playlist of songs that remind me of myself but haven't gotten around to it and now every song has left my mind. that aside, a few that come to mind are scrawny by wallows, francis forever by mitski, and I can't handle change by roar. scrawny was personally assigned to me by my friend and I, francis forever for a reason I wouldn't be able to articulate, and the last one is self explanatory lol

( 03 ) : literally I could list an entire playlist's worth of songs for this but I will try to limit myself to three. okay let's go with supercut by lorde, stargazing by the neighborhood, and I don't want to talk by wallows. they all scream summer to me including idwtt even though I also associate it with september which is when it was released I think. my brain is a mess of contradictions but it's okay. also a lot of wallows songs remind me of summer so I had to debate with myself which one to choose so shoutout to these days, pleaser, sun tan, pictures of girls, and remember when <3 other honorable mentions include I'll call you mine by girl in red, crush culture by conan gray, generation why also by conan gray, and summer's over by jordana (ironically) + 27 others but I'll shut up and move on now

( 11 ) : remember when by wallows has been one of my favorite songs for years now it's like a best friend to me. we are like this 🤝 if I ever stop liking this song I'll probably cry

( 06 ) : fuck disco by surf curse would have been perfect for this umm. memories by conan gray it is it makes me want to dramatically drape myself over furniture and song into a fake mic and spin around which is basically dancing. oh you spin me round (like a record) by dead and alive too of course if you listen to this and can sit still you're weird

and that is it I have sat of my bed for about half an hour doing this and I had the time of my life thank you so much for sending me this have an amazing day 💫 ♡

#✉️#musicposting

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nightlovers-stuff · 2 years

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orchid 🫶

orchid ⇢ what’s a song you consider to be perfect?

Thanks your ask sweetie ♡

I'm a very eclectic and open-minded person when it comes to music; there are many songs that I consider being perfect, but I'll say these for now. These things are always changing and for me Lol

I genuinely think that this is one of the most beautiful songs I've ever listened to.

The lyrics are so beautiful and sad at the same time, and I also love how the instrumental changes throughout the song.

The instrumental is very melancholy and emotional, and it really captures the sadness and beauty of the lyrics.

I really love Lana's music and Lust for Life is my favorite album by her.

Love is a beautiful song that really makes me happy. It's a comforting listening to this song, and I think it's so pretty how she describes young love in general. It's such a nostalgic feeling that I can't help but smile and get happy.

This one is all about the vibe and the double meaning HASHUAJAJ I love songs with double meaning because it adds a level of complexity to the song, and it makes the lyrics more interesting.

But I really like Ghost in general; I could add more of their songs to this list, but I'll stay with this one for now.

I'm a big fan of Queen, but I chose this song mainly because it brings me childhood memories. My dad used to play "I Want to Break Free" and "Girls Just Want to Have Fun" on the radio every Sunday before going to my grandma's house. And I used to dance to this song a lot.

I love the rich and vibrant medieval vibes that this song has. Whenever I'm feeling down and blue, I play this song and it instantly makes me happy and comforted. It's such a special song to me, and it always lifts my spirits when I hear it.

I absolutely adore Marina's work, and her lyrics often bring some critical acclaim.

This particular song talks about how the female has always been seen as inferior by the patriarchy, and how even decades and centuries passed by, sexism is still an issue in our society.

Marina is an icon regarding writing lyrics honestly and without holding back.

This song makes me create millions of scenarios in my head, and I love it so much. The whole Lumineers discography is amazing, but this song is so comforting and idk why! Maybe it's because it's a folk song, and folk songs have this magic that makes you feel so comforted and cared for.

Taylor is a genius for me, honestly. The bridges that she writes for her songs are amazing, but All too well (10 minute version) is one of the most perfect songs I've ever heard. It seems like there are 5 different songs in one, but every minute has a great highlight. The lyrics are beautiful; the instrumentation is perfect, and the flow is seamless. It's an all-around masterpiece.

This is also a Brazilian song, I love how this song says a little about our country and exalts our culture

This Brazilian song has a deep, personal meaning for me. My mom told me that this song was playing when I was born, and that it was our song from then on. It's been our song, and our favorite to play, ever since.

She is also a great fan of Cazuza, who was an amazing artist who had political songs that criticized the system that we live in, as well as being an LGBT icon in a decade where the prejudice against LGBT people was big.

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minjgie · 4 hours

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“I found Loves”

꣖ ີ the melancholy's breezes all the way. A nostalgic-tragic love life that has been a pretty well found out. ೃ obviously, the soft grunge meets how i look so comfy; i found loves. “The girl from unknown goes walking, and when she passes, the whole of things smile.” ♡

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xivbumblingseabiscuits · 3 months

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♥️ Hot Stuff —

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mayonakano-archive · 2 years

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HI FRIEEEEND im sorry i missed a couple days before it's been a weeeeeeek, well really it's a whole ass existence like That's just my life, but i try to make time! from my hands using wizard magic

i have a cute song for you that makes me really sad! everyone in the wiki comments (and i just checked these comments too) seem to not think of it that way for some reason so *shrugs*

a good catchy loopable one, as is every daniwellp song, nekomimi switch ♡♡

when i first heard this, it was in project diva cuz i wanted to play a map i was unfamiliar with and i trust daniwell (i set the module to rin's melancholy but with cat ears, which is important to understand the vibe i apparently specially curated that night) so You Know im listening and watching her little dance and going oh this song is cute ^^ how fun and then it got to the ...i feel a little bit sad part and my smile dropped... it changes the whole song to me!

it might have to do with the explicit mention of two people But the rest of it from thereon out has always felt like nostalgic reminiscence to me- the lyrics are strange and vaguely nonsensical because they describe what i was feeling when i was 8 years old with my best friend i didn't know i would never see again....... it would seem nobody else caught that feeling! ahahahgh!

anyway, very sad song to me, but it's comfortable

ems its okay you have never done anything wrong ever <3

NEKOMIMI SWITCH!!! I have heard of this song!!! I have never listened to it in it's entirety though so <3

right off the MV is just... so cute... but yeah it definitely feels a little sad... it reminds me of katamari music too which is just <3 so beloved. there's this tone of like... trying to ignore the real world by distracting yourself (everything that's cutesy and has to do with the cat ears) while the real world is still pressing on you (all the mentions of scientific stuff and the lyrics where miku mentions her brain overflowing) but. maybe i am just thinking about it too much!

its so cute. i love it. comfy little nostalgia vibes.

#thank u ems. i love kitty songs #ems 🌹#leo.asks!

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foranpo · 6 months

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CASE FILE #01 ㅤ THE WEIGHT OF HAPPINESS.

ㅤ ˖°.archieve.ㅤ ˖°.case file #02. ‧₊˚.CONTENT ㅤㅤ˖°.clients: ranpo edogawa, gn!reader. ㅤㅤ ˖°.wc: 1,554.

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In Yokohama, there was a building.

ㅤOf course, the concrete number of buildings in that region had long been forgotten, continuing to provide neighborhoods of nostalgic cement and regretful rust. However, there was one building that was different from all the others; tall and bright, with all the windows filled and all the floors lively, the exception to that world of melancholy stood out for reaching the heavens without any difficulty and for sporting large, white letters with bright yellow outlines.

ㅤHappin-us.

ㅤA simple word shone in that world, overshadowing the decay of streets and neighborhoods, and covering up the entire dark abyss into which the world plunged.

ㅤYes. They were nothing more than a few simple letters, a childish pun, but it was enough to make anyone dream; it's just that Happin-us wasn't just any building – no.

ㅤThe reality, and although no one knows when it started, is that the world has changed. And all people changed with it.

ㅤIt started lightly, like a snowflake trying to cover the pavement we walk on: courageous, graceful, weak. Simply one Wednesday afternoon, people stopped feeling – and never felt again. Negative emotions resided in the hearts of those affected, shaping their souls, corrupting all feelings that were based on a more satisfactory molecule. Joy, hope, pleasure, any emotion considered positive had, miraculously, disappeared from people's essence.

ㅤIt was something agonizing, tragic, completely unreasonable for people to accept as reality – after all, how did only good feelings disappear from the world? What spells were enchanted to perform such curse? Maybe a ritual? A wish? Whatever it was, it could not be true. People couldn't have stopped feeling.

ㅤPerhaps, many believed, that people had simply forgotten how to feel. At least, that's what Yukichi Fukuzawa believed. As such, he founded Happin-us. A simple building in Yokohama that dedicated returning happiness. And, with the creation of a new association, hope began to dawn on the unfortunate who were destined for misery and despair.

ㅤIt's just that, in that new world, when someone was stained by negativity, their heart would quickly be corrupted and only darkness would adorn their mind; without any happiness, without any hope of getting better, with nothing more than pain, hurt, frustration. An intense cocktail of negative emotions haunted the minds of the unfortunate, without any hope of resolution. That is, until they become customers of the company Happin-us. For it was their destiny, their mission, to return all happiness to those who sailed in too much darkness.

ㅤAnd everyone idolized the big company in that gray world. Its yellow was worn proudly on its agents' badges, the joy of that color being the first thing the unfortunate people saw before having their lives drastically changed. Its name was pronounced like a promise, in such a weak and hopeful way that it was impossible to harbor any hatred for that company.

ㅤIn fact, Happin-us was a big company, home to great agents who didn't mind taking a little out of their day to make someone happy. But, if they asked on the streets or in the busy corridors of that company, everyone would respond unanimously by invoking the name of that company's best agent.

ㅤRanpo Edogawa, the prodigy agent.

ㅤMarked with a record of countless successes, Ranpo's stay at the organization began from a very early age, his teenage years spent between papers and clients. Ranpo has always shown incredible ease in helping the unfortunate: finding a dog in a world where not even flowers deign to bloom, convincing a mother to love her child, telling stories to orphans, remembering the deceased – Ranpo's record was extensive, and complex, and nothing but smiles and happiness covered the black lines of his record.

ㅤA hero in that building, indeed.

ㅤ“I already said no.”

ㅤBut, of course, with the ego of successes, there also came the ego of superiority that salivated from Ranpo's mouth every time a new case entered the company.

ㅤ“Ranpo, they asked for you. And they have money…”

ㅤTanizaki spoke quietly, repeating the speech he had rehearsed in front of the mirror, never prepared for Ranpo's spontaneous reactions.

ㅤ“I don't do cases for money, you know that,” he threw the file that Tanizaki had given him onto the table and then placed his feet on top of a potential client's dossier. “Besides, I don’t feel like paying for children’s trips today. It’s too basic.”

ㅤBasic.

ㅤTanizaki had been working at the agency for too long to know that when Ranpo said that word, there was no way he could change his mind. He would not accept that request, no matter how much money the client was willing to pay.

ㅤ“You make the interns' lives complicated,” Fukuzawa appeared behind Ranpo's cubicle, walking slow, words slurred, a friendly smile on his face as Ranpo looked at him.

ㅤ“I've been there too,” Ranpo leaned further in his chair and allowed his eyes to close, giving in to the tiredness he had been unable to shake off from the last case.

ㅤ“I have a request to make.”

ㅤRanpo opened one eye, curious about his boss's statement.

ㅤThere was a brief pause of seconds that seemed eternal to Ranpo. Curiosity was felt with every heartbeat as he waited for an answer; finally, something worth creating waited for Ranpo.

ㅤ“A client is coming here tomorrow for a private meeting,” Fukuzawa's voice sounded slurred, too tired with the daily routine, completely defeated by the boredom of his tasks. “I still don’t know the details of the request, but from what I have been told, it is a case that we cannot accept.”

ㅤ“None of us?”

ㅤRanpo questioned with curiosity trapped in the syllables, a tremendous need to know all the details to encourage Ranpo's question. After all, what kind of mission could it be?

ㅤ“None of us.”

ㅤOh. It was one of those requests.

ㅤThe thing is, even though Happin-us focused on returning happiness to the unfortunate, the reality is that there were certain requests that could make the entire process of fulfillment difficult.

ㅤThe most common requests were from those who had recently lost a loved one. Of course, the death of a family member or a friend was something intense, as overwhelming as the breaking of a heart, but its solution was always easy: a glass of stardust with two hours of conversation and another hour of leisure were the ideal recipe for resolving someone’s grief.

ㅤBut customers wouldn't just ask Happin-us for help when they lost someone; Various requests ran through the papers, from the theft of beloved household appliances to witnesses to horrendous crimes, a whole mix of requests were studied by the company's secretaries, carefully choosing the best agent for each case.

ㅤ“And what did you want to ask me?”

ㅤAnd Ranpo was the best agent for all cases – even the ones he couldn't take.

ㅤ“I would like you to accompany me to the meeting and explain to them why we cannot accept the request.”

ㅤRanpo fought with all his might not to smile. For the first time since his career in Happin-us, Ranpo would be in a private meeting with his boss, with the agent he admired most.

ㅤNodding his head, knowing that details of the request would reach his secretary very soon, Ranpo couldn't help but think about what that mission could be about.

ㅤAfter all, Happin-us only had two rules for its agents.

ㅤWith several requests for different essences, the methods for returning happiness were different, each agent working in a different way, different processes and logics existing in that huge building.

ㅤHowever, all agents had to follow two simple rules: never develop feelings, never accept romantic affairs.

ㅤIt could be considered irony on the part of the lucky ones, but the reality is that the agents of Happin-us, those people who specialized in returning smiles and healing broken hearts, didn't feel anything. No emotion fluttered in the hearts of the various agents other than the satisfaction of being able to accomplish a mission. No fears or anxieties, pleasure or anger. Nothing existed in the hearts of the agents – that was why they were the people most capable of satisfying the requests of an entire population.

ㅤAfter all, what was the true weight of happiness? When agents are forced to deny happiness but are obliged to offer it, what justice exists in that world? What weight does it carry for agents who, day after day, work hard to return something they never felt – that they were never allowed to feel?

ㅤ“Here are the details of tomorrow’s meeting,” Fukuzawa placed the papers on Ranpo’s desk after lunch, his voice continuing to slur. “Don’t be late.”

ㅤWithout waiting for a response from Ranpo, Fukuzawa returned to his office, leaving Ranpo in peace to study the details for the next day's discussion.

ㅤIt was with excitement that Ranpo held the new client's papers, his eyes shining with each line of information he read, skipping the basic points, focusing only on what mattered, as he deciphered the client's nervous handwriting.

Name: Y/F/N. ㅤAge: 2– years. ㅤResidence: Hiraizumi, Japan. ㅤOccupation: University Student – Ancient Cultures. ㅤㅤRequest: Please help me bring happiness to my grandmother again. She's old and becoming senile and she just wanted to see my brother and his wife one last time before she passes away. Please help me.

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alreadyundermygenjutsu · 2 years

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every livejournal mood with kaomoji

(⌒‿⌒) calm | ☆ ～('▽^人) cheerful | (b ᵔ▽ᵔ)b chipper | ε=o(´ﾛ｀||)) cold | (:˒[￣] complacent | (^～^;)ゞ confused | ꏂ　: ृ⑆)˚º꒰꒱ contemplative | (o˘◡˘o) content | ( ￣＾￣) cranky | ꒰⁎×﹏×⁎꒱ crappy | ヘ（。□°）ヘ crazy | ✧*｡٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و✧*｡ creative | (◞‸◟；) crushed | =(ටㅅට)= curious | (=_=) cynical

♡~(๑>ω◕๑) flirty | （ノ○Д○）ノ＝＝＝┻━┻ frustrated | (っ˘ڡ˘ς) _ full

(ó-ò) jealous | ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و jubilant

【　TV　】　　-o(.￣　) lazy | Σ(￣。￣ノ)ノ lethargic | (︶︹︺) listless | ( ･᷄ ︵･᷅ ) lonely | Σ>―(〃°ω°〃)♡→ loved

(っ◞‸◟c) melancholy | (o˘◡˘o) mellow | /ᐠ. ｡.ᐟ\ᵐᵉᵒʷˎˊ˗ mischievous | (｡╯︵╰｡) moody | o(〒﹏〒)o morose

(¬ω¬) naughty | (ﾟ×ﾟlll) nauseated | ／(￣ロ￣;)＼ nervous | ♫꒰･◡･๑꒱ nostalgic | (-_＼) numb

(╹◡╹) okay | (*´∀`)ﾉﾟ.:｡+ﾟ optimistic

(๑☆▽☆๑)✿*✧ ｡* quixotic

(シ_ _)シ♡♥ thankful | ｏ口(・∀・ ) thirsty | (*˘︶˘*)ु.｡oO thoughtful | (｡´-д-)>c[_] tired | (｡•́‿•̀｡)♥ touched

(｡ŏ﹏ŏ) uncomfortable

ヘ（。□°）ヘ weird | _〆/ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\ working | :;(∩´﹏`∩);: worried

#this is what ive been doing for the past two days hi. i am alive #ok i removed like two things but i just didnt see the need for the predatory mood why was that there in the first place?! HUH???#or geeky AND dorky AND nerdy of which i will use... none probably

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