#Between losing the one he loves during Heart of Thorns

[berrisweetsiren]

“...Is this what it felt like…when you rose…as a phoenix…?”

With the dust cleared, I had stood in the middle of what was once the two dragons of ice and fire. I was breathless, hands trembling as I put a hand to my wrist- checking what I could to indicate that- truly…I was still alive. Somehow. 

Somehow.

What strength remained in my legs had all but fallen apart, sinking into the ice and snow as my stare cast out along the now empty field. All around me, I heard cheers and uproar, celebration…and yet, I felt…

Nothing. Nothing at all.

“Is…is it over?” My mouth moved before I could even think to ask, still in shock over the events that had just occurred. Everything I worked towards led to all of this…everything I’ve done, and the culmination of my work, and suddenly it was all…over.

“It…It looks so, Commander,” Over the communications line, Taimi spoke up, “But…it’s not completely over, you know. With both Jormag and Primordus gone… We may just have a doomsday crisis on our hands.”

I blinked, the information not registering. Everything felt so…hazy…And oddly warm. Even kneeled in the snow, with my armor shredded and my skin touching the ice…I felt warm. A burning sensation crawled up my arm, and I gave a nervous little laugh.

“Of course…Of course I remember.” I mumbled into the intercom, “It’s never really over, is it Taimi?”

“W…what do you mean? Commander?” I could hear the vague sound of Taimi typing rapidly on her computer, “Is everything alright?”

How honest could I be at this point? If I lied, and said I was fine… Sure, I’d maintain some sense of dignity over my comrades. I’d remain the strong, bold leader that they needed of me… But I just couldn’t keep it together. 

If I gave the truth though…

“I’m…I’m always fine, Taimi.” I eventually mutter, “I’ve…always gotta be fine, you know?”

Another laugh escapes my lips, not even believing my own lie, “Thorns, it’s warm.”

“Warm? Hold on.” 

Taimi’s typing escalated, and she gave a notable little gasp at…whatever it was she found.

“Commander- Elias. I need you to just…calm down. Your readings are very…unstable right now, and by the looks of it all the magic you’ve consumed over our time together could simply erupt out of you at any moment. You have to just…breathe, okay? Did you consume any other magic you didn’t mean to?”

“Taimi, you don’t understand,” I whisper, deflecting the last question with trembling  hands as I held the com close to my face, “You don’t even…know half of it…”

Taimi was silent for a moment, before signing, “Then let us in…please. I don’t know about that meathead of a champion, but all of us at Dragon’s Watch, we-”

“I can’t.” I immediately interjected. Out of all of our friends, it was Taimi I had confided the most in… which, honestly, was…probably shitty of me. I was a good bit older than her, and it wasn’t quite right to confide my burdens onto…onto a teenager.

“Fuck,” I whispered, hunching over myself. In the revelry, I found myself just beating myself up even more. I couldn’t have prevented any of this, could I? I couldn’t have stopped the world from going into an apocalyptic state… and I couldn’t even protect those I cared the most about. 

“Deep breaths, Elias,” Taimi rarely called me by name, “You can get through this…”

“Just like I’ve had to get through everything else, Taimi?!” I exclaimed, frustration beginning to boil over. I felt the magic in my veins begin to burn, and my arms trembled at its strength.

By now, the celebration had dimmed- seemingly due to the scene I was…no doubt making of myself. 

“Look, why don’t we just get in the helicopter and head back to the Eye of North, and discuss things there?” Taimi asked, her voice uncertain as if she was trying to diffuse a ticking time bomb. Hell, in a way I probably was, and I choked through my own laughter.

“Fuck me, Taimi, I’ve had to do all of this in the matter of a year or two! I don’t even recall anymore who I am outside of all of this!” I cried out into the com, not even listening to her as my hand tightened around the device, “I’ve been fighting, and fighting, and causing more and more and more problems for everyone around me! What is the fucking point?! I gave my everything to stop the world from ending, and what has happened in return!? I only lose, more and more of both myself- and everyone I ever knew!”

I hiss through my teeth, pain laced as I felt something drip off my cheek. Reaching an unsteady hand to touch my face, I wince further and see bright red liquid at my fingertips… not blood, not by a long shot… but tears. Liquid fire. It burned my cheeks, causing my head to start to fade into a fuzziness I couldn’t describe. Delirium? I don’t know. The deafening silence was growing so loud in my ears, however, that I could only turn around, standing and trying to get my bearings as I stared the crowd down.

“What?! Is this like some type of show to all of you?! Yes, this is who I really am! This is who your beloved Fatebreaker is! A fucking coward!” I exclaim, fingertips burning as I clenched the handle of my hammer, “Come on now, say it! You all know that I’m like a fucking jinx wherever I go!”

“Commander…” Caithe went to reassure me, and I swatted her hand away.

“No! I don’t want to hear it from you, of all people!” I hiss at her, brushing the bangs out of my face, “I’m so fucking tired of everyone either hating me, or wanting my help! I gave my everything for the safety of this world- I killed the love of my life so she would be free of Mordremoth’s voice, I even fucking DIED trying to protect my own mentor from dying to the hands of a God- and yet all I hear is how I’m a plight and that I’m the reason all of this happens!”

I cackle even more amidst my sobs, sparks lighting in my hands flickering on and off like a broken lighter, “You know…Joko, he was right about me. All I’ve ever done is make things worse, and now look where we are…” My knees trembled, and I fell back into the ice and snow, a sob starting to bubble out of my throat unwillingly. 

“Elias, please, your readings-” Taimi tried to intercept, but my hand gripped…too tight, the device shattering immediately in my palm. I just…felt nothing. And yet everything at the same time. Like every scar was about to burst open, like my mind was about to melt and all I’d be reduced to was just the pain and anguish of it all. I couldn’t even stop it. The buildup of the year and a half of everything being ripped away from me- my sense of self, my loves, my dignity and my sense of moral justice- it all came crashing down at once like a house of cards, curling into myself to try and recontain all that pain. Some part of me knew, though, it was for naught… Though, something caught my eye. A familiar red color, that caused my outburst to pause…for the briefest moments.  I turned, and saw her… Ashe. 

And it almost felt real… Gods, it almost felt real. I just desperately whispered to her. “...Is this what it felt like…when you rose…as a phoenix…?”

“Everybody, clear out, now!” I could faintly hear someone else exclaim, as I felt everything start to burn- burn more and more until there was nothing else.

…And all I could remember, was the scream that tipped off my lips before everything had gone black.

#;;soren's art #;;elias rainbloom #gw2 spoilers #guild wars 2 #gw2 commander #guild wars sylvari #Ahaha! He has trauma! :D #Between losing the one he loves during Heart of Thorns #Dying and coming back to life in Path of Fire #Accidentally absorbing all sorts of dragon and god magic #and all the BULLSHIT political stress during Icebrood Saga #Yeahhh...Both the trauma and magic sort've just. Explodes. #...Metaphorically and Literally. #And this is why no one heard from Elias from the end of Icebrood Saga until End of Dragons! :))) #Oh yeah and lets not forget all the trauma of ALMOST DYING SO MANY FUCKING TIMES #The trauma revolving around his survivors guilt #Almost losing his mind twice due to dragons (Mordremoth & Jormag) #Being humiliated throughout the WHOLE THING multiple times #He also fucking lost all sense of who he is outside of being a warrior. Especially considering he already awoke being 'different' then most #-other sylvari. And eventually becoming something else entirely from absorbing multiple different primal magics. #LIKE. POOR ELIAS HAS BEEN LITERALLY MENTALLY WRUNG DRY SO MANY TIMES. #How commander canonically didn't decide to go on a villian arc I simply cannot fathom. #Anyway! #This'll be the last post I use my main account for! :3 #All my other Gw2 stuff is over on my sideblog! @wanderersoftyria

[k-hotchoisan]

hii it’s me again with another request (sorry)

Could you write smtg based off the song agora hills by doja cat? whatever member u prefer is fine 💕💕

anywayssss i love you smmm and u are an amazing person!! 💕💕🤭🧎‍♀️

omg that is such a cute song (if you squint hard enough past the public sex HAHAHAH)

Please never apologise for coming back for a request, you know I’ll always welcome you with open arms 🥰

Always thank you for being so sweet vic (if it’s okay to call you that~) and for giving me inspiration + pushing me write out of my boundaries. I genuinely appreciate it.

AND I LOVE YOU TOO 🗣️🩷😭

Where you and Seonghwa have a fight before his Grand Prix finals, but he still wins, and loses his fucking mind when he sees you still cheering for him despite that.

Genre/Warnings: racer au, smut, semi public sex, you fuck Seonghwa in his racer gear, IF YOU SQUINT HARD ENOUGH THERES LIKE ANGST (it isn’t heavy don’t worry), creampies, mild dacryphilla, unprotected sex, sweaty sex

You storm past your partner into the hotel room, trying to let the anger dissipate. Seonghwa is trying to get to you, explaining what you saw. You know that it couldn’t be helped, but feel the thorns prickling your heart when you couldn’t even approach him when you caught one of his overly zealous and nepotistic fans with her hands over him during the after party. Nothing much could done because;

a. He couldn’t do anything about it because the relationship between the both of you had to be kept a secret, his management did not like the thought of entertaining Seonghwa in a relationship when his career is at his peak;

b. The Grand Prix finale was tomorrow. A lot of stakes were in place, and Seonghwa knew better than to fuck it up, especially when he’s worked so hard to get where he is now. He’s so close.

He’s also so fucking close to just wanting to let the world know how possessive he is over you.

“You know it’s not like that right?” and he goes on and on. You know that it’s part of his job—to network, get more sponsors, even if it meant letting other women get a little too close to him. You understand, you do, but oh god, it gets so fucking exhausting. You just wanted time for yourself to clear your head and process the whole thing, and potentially stabbing that nepo baby at least sixty times in your head.

Your arms are crossed. Arguing with him is the last thing you want to do right now, especially when the both of you barely escaped getting caught sneaking into his hotel room. All that for a fight to erupt between the both of you after a long and tense day on the track. You glare at him with a pout.

“I’m going home.”

Seonghwa whips his head so fucking fast, his eyes piercing right into you. He looks absolutely dumbfounded.

“Are you serious?”

You nod. “I’m sorry that I overreacted, but now, I’m not risking us getting caught when tomorrow’s the finals.”

Seonghwa wants to fucking pounce and cage you in. Before he even attempts to deflect your words, you cut him off-

“-and especially when you’re not the one dating someone who needs to keep a relationship a secret.” You sigh. “Please get some rest, Hwa.”

You pull the hotel door open, and leave promptly. Seonghwa stands there, his brows furrowed as frustration bleeds into him. He wants to so badly chase after you, but he knows you wouldn’t let him, not when there could be a chance to risk getting caught by anyone from his team.

As the cab pulls away further from the hotel, your phone is spammed by Seonghwa, and he’s explaining himself. You purse your lips, reading over his texts, but you only decide to reply a curt reiteration of what you told him earlier at his hotel room, and a “love you”, before unlocking your door to finally wash up.

A ping of guilt courses through you—you know you shouldn’t misunderstand or be jealous, but if anything, it was but how it made you feel, and it wasn’t pretty. You didn’t mean to show a perturbed expression when his eyes glanced at you after he barely managed to shake his little fan girl off him, but it was just automatic. And if anything, Seonghwa is just as possessive as you are, if not worse, especially when he sent death glares to your direction when another male had approached you, and periodically touched you up on your arms, which kind of caused the argument to even start in the first place.

Your eyes flutter close, exhausted, as sleep drags you in deeper, the last thing in your mind being Seonghwa.

The morning sun leaks through the windows of Seonghwa’s room. He’s already up, albeit half awake, getting ready for another whole day of racing. His mind was set on going all out for the finals, but something still remains at the back of his mind, and he doesn’t want to push it away. He thinks to himself, he wants to do it for you.

You only send Seonghwa a short text of encouragement, and he doesn’t reply. Then again, he is wrapped up with interviews over interviews, training and the finale would only start when dusk sets. You don a body con dress, paired with one of Seonghwa’s racer jackets you stole, might as well surprise him a little bit.

On the cab to the event, Seonghwa’s gorgeous face is plastered all over the Grand Prix news, as one of the rising stars. He looks absolutely stunning, no doubt, and it gets your heart racing too because you cannot believe he’s yours.

You take a seat amongst the noisy crowd around you. The atmosphere was getting really riled up, especially when the racers all appear on the big screen as they walk back stage to their cars. Your eyes are glued to the screen as Seonghwa appears in his racing gear, and he winks at the camera, a slew of fangirl screams burst around you, and you cover your mouth to suppress a giggle. All the hard feelings the night before faded off, and you heart felt full yet anxious for Seonghwa.

It takes awhile for the warm up and safety check to be cleared, but before you knew it, the checkered flags are raised and lights turned green, cheers roar across the tracks as the loud screeches of the cars overpower them.

Throughout the laps, Seonghwa falls in between 3rd and 4th place, you bite your lip, praying that he’s able to catch up. As the laps close in to its final rounds, Seonghwa slowly climbs up the position to first, and he maintains, amazingly. The night continues to burn with anticipation as the final lap commences, with Seonghwa neck to neck with another racer, switching between first and second.

The final corner becomes the make or break—as Seonghwa drifts, effectively overtaking just slightly before fully taking the spot for first.

And he speeds into the finishing line, winning championship.

You jump from your seat, your fingers clasped from the tension as the announcer is proclaiming Seonghwa’s win, and the screen flashes his winning race in slow motion. Your heart is pounding in your ears as the screams are blocked out. You are so proud that nothing leaves your lips as you fight the tears from falling as you clap. The screen flickers to the car cam, and you see Seonghwa pumping his fist in victory as he rides through another victory lap.

The barricade has fans screaming Seonghwa’s name as he leaves the car and pulls his helmet off. He looks so fucking amazing even when he’s sweaty, and you can’t help but feel your heart skip a beat. You decide not to squeeze with the fans near the barricade, opting to stand further away.

Well, now where does this relationship go? He’ll probably be even further from you now.

A huge group of reporters swarm him, and he looks overwhelmed, that is until his eyes scan the crowd and lands on you, just when you’re ready to turn to leave.

Seonghwa’s heart skips a beat, his eyes are only tunnelling you as he pushes past the crowd, jumping past the barricade to where you are. You have a small smile on your face because you know he deserves all of this.

A tight grip on your hand halts you in your tracks, shocking you, as you turn around with wide and confused eyes. He pulls his goggles off. Before you could even process it, Seonghwa has his jacket that you’re wearing in his fist as his hands travel up cup your jaw—and he pulls you in for a deep kiss.

Your eyes shut as the kiss scatters fireworks beneath your eyelids, with Seonghwa’s lips right pressing against yours. Your mind is fuzzy, as your ears blocks out the loud screams of his fans. He pulls back after what feels like an eternity, before bowing politely at the group of fans and reporters in front of him as he leads you away.

From the circuit track to his hotel room, he never once let go of your hand, probably only gripping it tighter the closer he got to his room. He doesn’t say a damn thing either, probably because he still has the adrenaline pumping in his veins. Nonetheless, you still can’t tell what he’s thinking, and you’re wondering if he’s still upset.

At least not until the moment the door closes behind you.

Because he turns his heels right at you as devours your lips, not letting go at all, even as peels off his jacket, then yours.

He finally pulls back, giving you a breather. His eyes look absolutely wild as he tugs his jacket off you, exposing the way your dress hugs your curves, and his breathing becomes heavier.

“Fuckin hell. You don’t know how much it drives me insane when you’re wearing my jacket over something fuckin slutty like this. Fuck,” he groans, kicking his shoes off. You stare at him breathlessly as you remove your shoes as well, but your gaze never leaving how Seonghwa looks so fucking good with a compression shirt on—the way it hugs his biceps, the way it pulls taut against his chest and abdomen, the gorgeous bounce of his fucking tits every time he shifts his arms. He doesn’t remove his top before pulling you right back into his arms, his hands snaking up to grab your braless tits, which makes him groan again.

“Fuck, you’re not even wearing a bra. Are you fucking kidding me?” His erection presses hard against your thigh, and you’re working through your brain to find and answer amidst being trapped by pleasure. “And where did you think you were running to, looking like that?”

“N-nowhere! I thought you’d be caught up with the report-“ he cuts you off with another hungry kiss. God, he’s so desperate that you can’t help feel the heat pool between your legs. It doesn’t help that he had pulled your dress down past your chest, and his hands are all over your tits, sending sparks down your your spine, right to your pussy. Seonghwa pulls away once more, licking the string of spit that connected the both of you.

Seonghwa hums. “Mmm. Shouldn’t have asked. I’d still fuck you dumb anyway.” Your grip on his arm tightens. His fingers snake under your dress, tugging on your panties as he pulls the pair down, and pockets the pair of panties. The wet patch of slick doesn’t go unnoticed by him. His gaze locks onto yours as he makes sure you watch him cover his fingers with spit before his fingers head south. His fingers meet your slick that covered your cunt and scoffs.

“You’re already so fucking wet already”. He doesn’t give you a chance to answer as his fingers begin rubbing your clit. You lean forward and sigh as you use his shoulder to lean your head on. He lets you for a moment, adoring the way you’re beginning to squirm underneath him. Then he’s grabbing your waist and then dumping you right on the couch, pushing your legs open for him. Your cunt glistens with slick right for him, and Seonghwa is more than ready to dive in, giving a lick before fully immersing his tongue right into your sex, flicking his tongue against your clit, his hands squeezing your thighs. Your fingers are tangled in his hair and your head is thrown back as you tug his slicked back hair. If you weren’t seeing stars, you’d be seeing the fucking heavens.

Seonghwa hits a pace where you’re beginning to see white spots beneath your eyelids and the knot tugs hard in your stomach. Your thighs contract immediately, but Seonghwa keeps them apart, because he knows that’s the sweet spot. He knows it makes you tingle and it gets him so fucking excited. His tongue works even quicker on your clit and your orgasm builds so fucking quick and your whines climb up in octave, music to Seonghwa’s ears.

“There, there. Oh fuck. I’m cumming. Oh my fucking god”, leaving your lips like a mantra, alongside more whines of his name as your orgasm tingles through your body in waves. His tongue presses against your clit and he sucks on your clit, causing you to jolt, tears already streaking from the overstimulation. Seonghwa’s moaning in your wet cunt, making sure he devours every part of your orgasm as his ego inflates. A broken cry leaves your lips as you release his locks, your hands slumping against the couch. Seonghwa presses a wet kiss against your cunt with a smile. He wipes his lips with the back of his hand as he towers over you, his erection staining his pants already. Oh god, you love the way your arousal is all over his plump lips nonetheless. He was made for eating you out. He leans in for another ravenous kiss—and he swears he can never get enough of it. Before you realise it, your dress is pulled back up past your tits.

His fingers gently intertwine with yours as he pulls you up, and leads you to-

“The balcony?” You question, your heart hammering in your chest. Seonghwa cracks a smile as he leans in.

“Yeah. I wanna show the world my girl. I’ll fuck you so good that I’ll make sure the world knows.”

“But-“

“It’ll be fine. I’m serious. We’re so high up and we’re clothed, well kind of ”, he comforts. You bite your lip, because fuck, it was definitely exhilarating to be fucked on the balcony. You wanted the world to know that he’s yours too and the thought of it only heats you up even more.

He leads you the beach chair at the side, where he makes you sit and hang your legs on either side of the arm rests, and he’s about to remove his compression top but your hands stop his before you realise it. He looks at you, concern flashes over his face for brief second.

“Fuck me with your racer gear on.”, you blurt out, curling your fingers against the taut fabric. Seonghwa’s expression immediately switches over to one of a smirk. “What have you been fantasising about, darling?” He pokes, looming over you with a cocky smile.

You can’t escape, the only thing that does is a small whimper. Seonghwa doesn’t push for an answer, because he’s busy yanking his pants down past his thighs, and his cock springs out, hitting his lower abdomen. He sighs as he gives his fat cock a couple of pumps while looking at you with your legs spread wide open for him, your pussy just salivating at the thought of him pounding into you into the next week.

He lines himself to your entrance and doesn’t warn you before he enters, and a squeal leaves your lips, then a soft cry as he pushes more inches into you—every inch going thicker and thicker as he goes down to the base, until he’s snug in your cunt.

“That’s my good girl. Warm and wet, just how I like it”, he whispers into your ears, as he strokes your thighs gently. More sobs leave you, your fingers pressing onto Seonghwa’s arms.

Just when you thought you couldn’t fit any more of Seonghwa, the sudden thought of him right now, fucking you in his uniform somehow swallowed more of his cock, earning you the most gorgeous moan from Seonghwa as his eyes roll back and his eyebrows scrunched.

“Baby-fuck!-just what are you thinking about? Squeezing me like this? Oh god”, his knuckles are whitening from his grip on the arm rest. He pulls out before starting a pace to fuck you with, and soon enough it’s only the sounds of skin slapping, both of your moans and the feeling of Seonghwa’s cock just pounding right into the perfect angle of your cunt that exists in this damn universe. You wouldn’t ask for more.

Your brain was becoming pulp, only soft sobs every time Seonghwa’s balls deep into you. You could only focus on how his biceps tensed against the fabric as his tits fucking bounced every time his slams his cock into you—which you definitely see it too—the way his pants hang just at his lower thighs, and his cock is just disappearing into your pussy, drawing out squelching sounds that were borderline obscene. Drops of sweat splatter onto your dress as he leans in to rest his forehead onto yours.

“So good. So fucking good to be inside you like this”, he curses, trying to not the feeling of his orgasm overpower him. As you were gradually losing yourself to the pleasure, he suddenly pulls back completely, and instructs you to face the night scenery with your ass out. He crumpled your dress to your waist, and his cock enters you again, causing you to draw a sharp breath. He doesn’t let you adjust—he just starts fucking you raw like that, leaving your mouth agape and eyes blown out from the pleasure.

He’s able to reach even deeper part of your pussy now, and he makes sure you fucking cry for him. “H-Hwa!”, you try to speak in between sobs. “Oh god, oh god. I can’t. It’s so deep.” Your hands barely have the strength to hold onto the rails as he is railing you from behind.

“That’s my pussy. Milk me dry baby”, Seonghwa grunts, his fucking becoming more erratic, admiring the way your ass bounces off his cock so naturally. “I’m cumming all the way in baby. Be a good girl and take it, yeah?”

And a drawn out moan fills your ears as his cum floods your abused hole, and you cry out as your second orgasm hits you, clenching his cock even more. A loud slap reverberates into the night as his hand lands on your ass, causing you to flinch and squeal.

“That’s it, baby. Oh, you’re such a good girl”, he hums, holding your hips as far as his cock would let him drive into you, letting cum dribble down your inner thighs. He pulls out slowly, admiring the way your cunt convulses, small loads of his cum and yours leak out of you. You release your grip from the railings and fall right into his arms, as he plants a loving kiss on your temple before whispering,

“I promise you’re the only one for me, baby.”

#ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez smut #smut #ateez fic #kpop smut #kpop fics #ateez seonghwa #y/n x seonghwa #seonghwa smut #park seonghwa #seonghwa

[kangen-wanshi]

"Can you say it again?" ft Akira Kurusu, Yusuke Kitagawa, Goro Akechi

He said the words "I love you", and you're not sure whether you hear him right or not. So, he repeats it with his own way.

Tags: fluff, kisses in Yusuke's part, a bit of spoiler in Akechi's

Akira Kurusu, He repeats it with his words

If you ask, he will say it again,  and again, and again.

He loves you.

It makes you stop whatever you're doing, as you finally look up to his eyes.

Akira has always been blunt with his words. Though with his ability to change his persona, and his entire demeanor, sometimes it's difficult to see how much his words actually worth on first glance.

But with the amount of time he says it to you, with the repeated intensity, and with that glint of desperation and honesty in his gray orbs, you can't help but let yourself believe the three simple words that came out of his mouth.

If he manages to catch you off guard, he won't hesitate to proceed with his action. To prove it to you with more than just words past his lips.

He would approach you, intimately close. Lips barely ghosting your own, hands still tucked in his pockets, waiting for you to let him in.

If you reciprocate him with similar action, say, you close the gap between the two of you on your own accord, his hands would start wandering, and words just are not enough anymore to convey his feelings.

But if you stutter, lose your composure and express to him about how you need to proceed with his bluntness, he'll understand.

He is pretty bold. He knows he catches people off guard.

Still. While waiting, Akira will not hesitate to repeat those three words to you every now and then.

He would repeat it everyday if he could.

Don't keep him waiting though. There's nothing more that Akira wants but confirmation from you.

"I love you."

Yusuke Kitagawa, He repeats it with his kiss

Yusuke is a poet. He experiences life, and turns them into poetry. Whether it be through his words or his art.

But sometimes, he's willing to admit that no form of art but his own action can transpire the true desire in his heart.

And in this case, his affection for you.

Paintings, poetry, and many works of art have been a representation of his desire for your affection. A reflection of what he feels when he's by your side.

You're his muse. One that has your fingers wrapped tightly around his heart.

When he confessed, he's sure his feelings would transpire.

But you just stared at him, confused grin yet flustered face and furrowed brows, and dared to ask him to repeat himself.

Well if words are not enough for you he doesn't mind showing it with his action.

Yusuke is quick, and bold.

A hand behind your head, the other easily sneaked around your waist keeping you there close to him.

You're still given space to escape, of course. But when he senses not an inch of hesitation from you, he's gonna go all out.

"Do you hear the cries of love in which my heart longs for? It calls only for you, dear."

Goro Akechi, He repeats it with his eyes

Akechi, frankly, is good and bold with both his words and his actions.

He's loyal to you even after the reveal of his true self, he doesn't hesitate to lower his voice and make himself gentle around you just so you're not hurt by his thorns.

He's as protective as he is vocal about it.

Sometimes, he even confessed to you jokingly. Though with your flustered state that is real and honest, in comparison to his 'fake' persona, sometimes he's glad that you never see the true, deep longing he felt about you.

With how often he acts gentlemanly around you, and how often he treats you like a loyal person, it's difficult to find out whether the words "I love you" actually weigh something or not for someone like him.

That's why, when he whispered it to you quietly during a confession, you asked him to repeat himself with a grin on your face, hoping he would just brush his own words off like any other time.

But when you look at him, right in his eyes, you know that this one is different. 

The way he keeps holding your gaze. His hands slowly hold yours, tighter by the second.

Akechi can't be trusted with his words. Or his actions. So that's why he hoped, he begged, that you would see his genuine love through his eyes.

"Can you see.. The transparency, and the truth behind my words now?"

#x reader #reader insert #les does writing #persona 5 #persona 5 royal #persona x reader #persona 5 royal x reader #akira kurusu x reader #yusuke kitagawa x reader #akechi goro x reader #persona 5 x reader

[inejschumacher]

Day 7 of Via’s Taycember

pairing: logan sargeant x reader

wc: 0.8k

cw: worry, depression

You know I adore you, I'm crazier for you than I was at 16, lost in a film scene. Waving homecoming queens, marching band playing, I'm lost in the lights

The bright lights seem to blind you as you struggle to find your way through the crowds on the paddock of Yas Marina. The sound of the Dutch National anthem, perhaps played by a band, not unlike your high school’s marching band, filled the background of the loud circuit, somehow both audible and not as the cheers and screams of the mechanics, the personnel, and the families as the crowds celebrate the podiums of Charles Leclerc and George Rusell and the victory of Max Verstappen.

But all of that held no importance in your heart as you searched for the only person who mattered here. Logan had finally made it through the season, improving significantly, even coming away with a point. His resilience only made you love him more, waving like the homecoming queens of the past.

American glory faded before me, now I'm feeling hopeless, ripped up my prom dress running through rose thorns, I saw the scoreboard and ran for my life

But despite all his improvements, he’d finished 16th, not his best in what was a very important race that could decide his career. Your heart had sunk as you watched him qualify last yet again, and you knew he’d have a difficult time making up those crucial places, especially with the lack of great straights to help his car.

You heard your dress rip as you rushed towards the Williams garage on some discarded tool or suspended wire, trying desperately to reach there. The scoreboard had flashed his final position for a single second before you ran down towards the garage to comfort him.

No cameras catch my pageant smile. I counted days, I counted miles to see you there, to see you there. It's been a long time coming, but…

You tried to emulate the same smile you had when it was announced that Logan had received his first-ever point in Formula 1 with the disqualification of Leclerc and Lewis Hamilton. But it seemed not a single camera looked your way, too focused on the celebrations and cars and champagne.

The Williams garage couldn’t come fast enough, so far away, just like Logan for so long during the season. It felt like a lifetime passed, endless miles separating the two fo you, forever and ever…

…It's you and me, that's my whole world. They whisper in the hallway, "She's a bad, bad girl". The whole school is rolling fake dice, you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes

You crashed into his awaiting arms, keeping you on your feet as you hugged him tight, not caring for the waterfalls of sweat flowing down him. You ignored the hushed whispers of the garage next to you wondering why you still stayed with him when there were more successful drivers still single.

It might be so, but you’d learned to take your time, let the snakes weed themselves out just like he did not so long ago, that despite the prizes won, it wasn't something that would last forever, stupid or not.

My team is losing, battered and bruising. I see the high fives between the bad guys. Leave with my head hung, you are the only one who seems to care

But when you looked at the crowd, it was obvious that this race seemed to block what progress was being made. Red Bull was full of cheers and champagne, the mechanics celebrating their hundred-and-thirteenth win with another round of high-fives. It was a bashful effort by Williams, trying to get at least one of their drivers into the points, but alas, AlphaTauri decided to put up a fight for the points.

There was no need to stay here amidst the victors any longer, so you kept your head down to avoid the cruel gazes of everyone else, and felt Logan press you closer to his side.

American stories burning before me. I'm feeling helpless, the damsels are depressed. Boys will be boys then, where are the wise men? Darling, I'm scared

It seemed despite the hard work and the fight to the end, the American glory of Logan burned away in a sea of loss and helplessness. How could you try to keep his spark alive when ending the season on a flickered-out low?

There was a shared depression amongst those women who saw their beloved drivers lose out on championship standings, on money for their teams, on podiums. It was a thing always done by the boys, but was there ever a man who knew what to do? If so, where was he? It was terrifying.

It's you and me, there's nothing like this, Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince. We're so sad, we paint the town blue

You held Logan’s hand, both to comfort yourself and him, as you walked out into the cameras and lights. If they called you the dying embers of the American Formula 1 Dynasty, then so be it. Miss Americana would always be by the side of her Heartbreak Prince, who'd break his own heart and mend it over and over again, more times than he’d ever break hers.

The sadness of defeat surrounded you in Williams blue, painting every corner, every drenched cloth, a deep, sorrowful blue, careful not to let the tears of fear and despair fall at the prospect of forever being shut out, never to be surrounded by such a blue again.

And I'll never let you (go) 'cause I know this is a (fight) that someday we're gonna (win)

And yet, as you squeeze his warm hand, you would stay, stay, stay by his side, a constant reminder that you were here, ready to keep his head above the deep blue waters of depression, helping him fight for his seat, for his right to race. A fight he would win, you would make sure of it, no matter where it took you; even if you had to run away, you’d do it holding his hand, fingers and fate intertwined.

Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince, voted most likely to run away with you

#via’s taycember #logan sargeant #logan sargeant x reader #logan sargeant imagine #logan sargeant fanfiction #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 fanfiction #williams #formula 1 #america #taylor swift #lover #miss americana and the heartbreak prince #Spotify #fanfic #fanfiction

[nastya-sokolova-2002]

I spent almost the whole day struggling with the history of this mouse, but anyway, guys, you get a new character. :'3

Full name: Sheila Vegard (maiden name Necronomicon) Linusovna

Date of birth: March 18, 1944

Character: kind, brave, smart, has a heart of gold

Loves: his family, helping others, being brave, his pet

Dislikes: enemies, losing her family when her younger brother gets into trouble

Russian voice acting: Nyusha (real name of the singer Anna Vladimirovna Shurochkina)

English voice acting: Jessica Straus (when she and Orm were in search of Henry), Bella Thorne (after defeating Snow Queen) (speech); Bella Thorne (vocals)

First appearance in Fanon: The fifth chapter in the fanfiction "SCP Foundation: The Last Pages of History" (as a story)

Last appearance in Fanon: Currently unknown

Story: Sheila was born in the Island of Unnecessary Mice. From birth until 1949, she lived with her parents Linus and Faina. In Fanon, she is Billie's mother. When the North Wind kidnapped Faina, Sheila began to live with her grandmother Gertrude. At first, it was hard for her to leave her dad and her younger brother, but Linus told her that he would be there no matter what. When she lived with her paternal grandmother, Gertrude made a magic mirror for her as a gift. Sheila thanked her very much. When she started studying to be a tailor at a special university for mice, she found a poor little ant on the street. She was very sorry for the baby that she decided to take him in. This ant turned out to be a girl and Sheila decided to name her Loopy. A little later during her studies, she accidentally bumped into Henry, her future husband and who was studying to be an artist. After chatting with him for a while, she began to like him very much. Henry had known her for a long time, from the moment they started studying, but was embarrassed to admit his feelings to her. And she was his muse and he painted several portraits of her. One day, Sheila decided to find him to meet him again, but found one of Henry's drawings. She liked it very much. A few minutes later, she overhears a conversation between Henry and Orm, who is in the form of an ant. During the conversation, Henry says that he is taking Sheila's portrait with him only because she is his only muse and love. When she hears this, she runs up and says that she loves him too. Suddenly, by chance, she saw that the mirror sparkled and showed her real appearance from the reflection of Orm. She directed the glow of the mirror at Orm, who suddenly turned into his real appearance. Sheila realized from shock that the one Henry was talking to was her younger brother. Before she could say anything else, the North Wind caught three of them and took them in different directions: Henry to the palace of Snow Queen, and Orm with Sheila and her pet to one random place. Sheila asks Orm to help find Henry, who initially refuses, but eventually agrees because Sheila warned him not to provoke her. First, she and her brother get into the garden dome, where the flower girl lives, who is not really kind. The old lady wanted Sheila to be her slave. But Orm and Loopy were able to ruin her plan. The woman then sends a carnivorous Ivy plant, but Linus' children and the ant were able to escape. Later, they stumble upon the caves of Oman, which contain the magical Lake Gao. Orm warns the girls not to look into the lake because there are curses of mice living in it after the war between the snow monsters and all the inhabitants of the world. While crossing the lake, Sheila saves her brother by trying to avoid the curse. After that, they meet the king, who has problems with children who quarreled and literally divided the castle in half. There is a fire in the castle and Sheila saves them. After the rescue, the royal personages give her and her brother a sleigh for their journey. When Sheila and Orm rode a sleigh, they first had a conversation about how Orm became a servant of Snow Queen, and then they had a conversation about their parents, or rather, Sheila said that she still remembers them and even Orm himself when he was just born. Orm himself says that he lived with his grandmother Willow all his childhood and that he wants to return to her. Sheila says she remembers her too.

(Sorry that the continuation is again in the form of a screenshot of the text, because again they gave me an error for a large amount of text)

#scp containment breach #scp fanart #scp foundation #scp fandom #pinky and the brain #patb au #patb oc #scp 035 sheila #scp information #interesting facts about scp in my au

[shivunin]

Ficlets Masterlist

A list of all my various fic etc. on tumblr, organized by pairing and internal chronological order. I've named ask memes by the general topic of the prompt and the others by title, if they have them.

(Edit: If there is an issue with a link, please let me know--I've gone through and fixed the ones I've found with issues, but they might always break again)

Arianwen Tabris/Zevran:

Only a Kiss: (1215 Words, T) Arianwen has never been kissed; Zevran offers to correct this

Without a Name: (857 Words, T) In the aftermath of their kiss, Zevran watches Tabris and considers what comes next

Liar, Liar: (459 Words, Hurt/Comfort, T) Zevran is feverish and Arianwen offers care

Hart of Hearts: (535 Words, Fluff, T); A moment in the Brecilian Forest, briefly before they decide to be together

Saccharine: The night Zevran and Tabris decide to be together; full AO3 fic here (explicit)

And Eat It, Too: (1,257 Words, T)Arianwen admires cakes in the city; Zevran makes sure she gets what she wants

Scars: (539 Words, M) Wen notices a scar that Zevran will not discuss. 

Look At Me: (this and The Last Thread are collected into one fic on AO3 here) (973 Words, Hurt/Comfort, M) Wen leaves the Deep Roads with a bad infection, haunted by the ghosts of all who’ve died along the way.

The Last Thread and the Long Drop: (3.171 Words, Hurt/comfort, M); Arianwen is wounded. Zevran can only watch as she is sewn back together. 

From the Depths: (1,321 Words, T) Zevran delivers a piece of good news after Arianwen spends a week recuperating in Orzammar

Rest Now: (1,631 Words, Hurt/Comfort, M) Post-return to the alienage, Zevran urges Tabris to put down her blades and let herself rest

Fang and Thorn: (883 Words, T) Arianwen decides what to do with her mother’s dagger

Breath of Life: (3,658 Words, M) Zevran confronts Taliesen and nearly loses his life in the process; Arianwen grapples with the idea of losing him forever; explicit version on AO3 here

Have This Dance: (928 Words, Fluff, T) Zevran and Wen find a moment of respite on the palace rooftop in Denerim

Vincit Omnes: (1,049 Words, T) Arianwen and Zevran finally admit they love each other.

Breaking News: (297 Words) A reporter attempts to discuss the Temple of Sacred Ashes with the Warden-Commander and the researcher who located the place

The Heart Grown Fonder: (1,133 Words, T) Letters between Arianwen and Zevran about how they’re doing apart.

Regarding Spiders and Caves: (403 Words) A letter from Arianwen to Zevran regarding current events at the keep

Reunion: (1,528 Words, M) Zevran comes back from his travels; Arianwen plays a game

A Letter from Kirkwall: (506 Words, T) Zevran re: his absence from Amaranthine, set immediately after his role in Act Three of DA2

Lock and Key: (2,298 Words, Hurt/comfort, M); Zevran is captured by the Crows and tortured. Arianwen frees him.

A Red, Red Rose: (1,952 Words, Fluff, T) A wedding scene

Dawn and Gold: (905 Words, Fluff, T) Tabris helps Zevran get ready for the day

Maria Hawke/Fenris:

Lend a Hand: (965 Words, T) When Hawke is struggling with an injury, Fenris offers some assistance with the pain

A Fond Farewell: (2,548 Words) Hawke is fond of casual touches and long goodbyes; Fenris tries to understand why he likes this about her

The Small Hours: (1,496 Words, Fluff) Fenris comes to Hawke's manor to read, but he stays because he doesn’t want to stop listening to her.

As Two Reflected Stars: (12,438 Words, Hurt/Comfort/ T) (AO3 Link) No matter how close Fenris and Hawke come to each other, they never quite seem to connect—unless one of them is already hurt or bleeding. (An exploration of healing as a proxy for affection/touch)

Do You Want to Hear a Joke?: (1,459 Words, Angst) Fenris helps a drunken Hawke home shortly after her mother’s death. Hawke tries to prove that she isn’t in love with him.

Grief and Memory: (1,493 Words, Angst) Hawke is stricken by a memory of her mother during a night at the Hanged Man; Fenris cannot offer her comfort.

An Interview for Posterity: (449 Words) Kirkwall's chronicler tries to make sense of the events surrounding the Viscount's death

To the Last Drop: (1,682 Words, this one is all yearning) Fenris observes Hawke closely on an excursion to the coast

A Fool and His Gold: (1,932 Words, Fluff/more yearning) Hawke throws Fenris a surprise party

Between Strokes of Night: (2,601 Words, fluff) The second night together; full version (explicit) on AO3 here

Poppy Red: (1,273 Words, Fluff) Hawke and Fenris experience their first date

At the Dead Drop: (624 Words, epistolary) A series of letters between Hawke, Carver, and Fenris regarding Hawke’s relationship with Fenris

Know When to Hold ‘Em: (792 Words, Fluff) The first night of cards after Fenris and Hawke decide to be together

Flow Gently: (1,036 Words, Fluff) Fenris talks Hawke to sleep

Nooks and Crannies: (1,164 Words, Fluff) Hawke shows Fenris where she's hidden the weapons in her home

Stack the Deck: (1,310 Words, Fluff) Hawke bolts after a card game and a puzzled Fenris follows her back to the manor

Corpus Animaque: (1,138 Words, Fluff) After Hawke falls asleep, Fenris continues to speak to her in Tevene, knowing that she could not understand him even if she could hear him.

Wake Easy: (555 Words, Fluff) Fenris feigns sleep so Hawke can kiss him awake.

Winter's Grasp: (4,834 Words, Hurt/comfort) (AO3 link) Hawke takes an unnecessary risk in Lowtown; after they return to her manor, Fenris tries to discern why

Pour Forth: (3,830 Words) (AO3 link) Hawke makes the same misplaced joke across the span of her relationship with Fenris. He does not, in fact, cry about it. (Or, five times Hawke tells Fenris it's okay to cry and one time she doesn't.)

Ebb and Flow: (705 Words, Hurt/comfort) Hawke is having trouble resting; Fenris helps her to bed

Ash and Salt: (798 Words, hurt/comfort) After the destruction of Kirkwall, Fenris finds Hawke and offers what comfort he can.

If Sorrow I Let In: (1,344 Words, Hurt/Comfort) Hawke has a nightmare about almost dying in the Fade. Fenris is there when she wakes

A Letter From Home: (403 Words) Letter resting on a counter in a cottage near Amaranthine, as yet unopened, dated nearly six months ago

*Sleight of Hand: (7,734 Words) (AO3 Link) Magician AU: Hawke is a stage magician who's never asked much about her grumpy assistant. When Fenris spots his pursuers during a show, it may be time for the two of them to face the likelihood that this may be his very last performance.

Emmaera Lavellan/Cullen:

A Bond Beheld: (1,710 Words) The Commander pledges fealty to the new Inquisitor

Tipsy: (209 Words) Conversation overheard while drunk

Lavender Cakes: (236 Words) A codex entry describing a special request from the Commander; (collected with a codex entry on a marriage offer post-Inquisition and rumors circa Trespasser)

A Letter from the Viscount: (368 Words) Varric writes to see how the Inquisitor has been, and to deliver an offer

Entanglements: (704 Words, Fluff) A quiet, simple morning in retirement

Just a Hair: (676 Words, Fluff) Emma trims Cullen’s hair

From Behind: (513 Words, Fluff) Cullen reflects on life as a father and husband

Structural Integrity: (4,300 Words, Fluff) Cullen and his daughter build a pillow fort—now all that’s left is to test it (also collected in my anthology fic here on AO3)

Letters from Adhlea: (527 Words, epistolary) While Cullen visits family in Ferelden, his daughter writes him a letter with updates.

Elowen Lavellan/Cullen

Summer Tea: (897 Words) The Inquisitor takes a moment away from a party to rest on the balcony; Cullen joins her

A Storm’s Aftermath: (786 Words) Elowen tries to be normal after nearly kissing the Commander (she…doesn’t quite manage it, but neither does he)

At Your Side: (678 Words) As Elowen returns to her room in Skyhold, Leliana notices a new mannerism

Disarming: (773 Words) The Commander and Inquisitor spend a morning training

Falsehoods: (851 Words, Hurt/comfort) Elowen takes a wound in battle; Cullen visits her room at the inn to make sure she's alright

Call Your Mother: (515 Words) A letter from and to Elowen’s mother regarding her choice of beau

Daybreak: (615 Words) After the events of Your Fate for Mine, Cullen wakes in bed with Elowen and finds himself with a small predicament.

Salshira Lavellan/Cullen

Slander: (547 Words) Codex entry detailing several complaints about the Inquisitor

The Fire at the Center: (556 Words) Cullen tries to focus on his prayers, with some difficulty

Wait: (621 Words, Fluff) Salshira passes through Cullen’s office on the way to other tasks

Fires of Battle: (846 Words) Salshira closes the last distance before the Temple of Mythal and meets the Commander on the battlefield

News from Wycome: (740 Words, Emotional hurt/comfort) Cullen rushes to deliver a crucial bit of news

Don’t Look Down: (448 Words, Hurt/comfort) Salshira regains consciousness after a nasty fall

After the Dark: (841 Words, Hurt/comfort) Salshira returns from the Deep Roads; she is not doing well

Adahlena Lavellan/Cullen (aka the arranged marriage au):

Pip: (2,611 Words) Adahlena Lavellan and Cullen meet for the first time in the Elvhen lands at Halamshiral

The Morning Mist: (820 Words) Cullen and Adahlena take breakfast together in the gardens

Misc:

Hounds and Strays: (4,521 Words, T) A young Arianwen tries to protect a stray dog and fails; as an adult, Alistair realizes they share a connection to animals (the first thing they have in common)

Something to Cry About: (954 words, G) Following the events at Redcliffe, Arianwen begrudgingly admits that she might be friends with Alistair.

Shut-Eye: (996 words, G) Arianwen and Alistair discuss happiness on a sleepy night before the fire.

#my writing #maria hawke #arianwen tabris #emmaera lavellan #elowen lavellan #salshira lavellan #adahlena lavellan #i just *clenches fist* love organization! #mainly made this to stick in the pinned post #when i tell you i *did not realize* how many of these i was writing #hoo boy #shivunin scrivening

[farshootingstar]

Sorry this took so long! Had the playlist itself ready for a good while, but hadn't gotten to the cover art.

Oh, boy. I thought I had things to explain before, but I went absolute clown mode on this one. I'm pretty glad I have things to say about this list, since John can feel a bit overlooked despite being just as interesting of a character as the rest. It's probably a mixture of him being the outdoorsy guy and his backstory, buuut...

Here's the John playlist for all the sunny sweethearts! Expect some bumps in the road, though. There's also some long songs in this one, including one I mentally wrestled over for a good while before even putting this list together (the opera one, in case anyone's curious).

Wellerman, covered by The Longest Johns, is my choice for the first song. John's listed favorite genres are sea shanties and celtic music, so it had to be one or the other. I guess it was sort of a good thing people lost their minds during the pandemic and returned to sea shanties (actually the pandemic was genuinely terrible, even if the shanties were fine). I think that this is the only a capella song in the playlists.

The second song is Mountain Sound by Of Monsters and Men. I wanted something kind of upbeat and I liked the theme of running from your past, for reasons. If you know, you know. Spoiler cut below for Picture Perfect Boyfriend's bonus word doc, as well as Picture Perfect Boyfriend REBOOT.

Bust Your Knee Caps by Pomplamoose is an option I was mentally eyeballing for a while for John's old identity, Max. That dude has major gangster vibes, so I had to put this in. He almost beats the player with brass knuckles, so I feel secure in this assessment.

Each and Every One is a song I decided to add in for the Glory version of Lily, someone that Max held a flame for. Needless to say, she couldn't bear how miserable things had become around him and I think this is a good song to reflect that. While Max did seem to have a soft spot for her, he doesn't seem adept at hiding his general nature and low opinion of other people around him.

This next song is like 12 minutes long and I can't believe I'm subjecting you guys to this. You have to understand, though: At heart, I'm old-school Final Fantasy garbage. So, yeah, we have a Distant Worlds concert recording of Opera "Maria and Draco" (from Final Fantasy VI). If there was a trimmed down version, maybe I could have gone for that. I chose this for the Lily, Eislied, and Max love triangle (who, in the song, would be Maria the mezzo-soprano, Draco the tenor, and Ralse the baritone, respectively). It seemed like Max would have taken losing a tad more gracefully (like Ralse respecting the results of the duel) if not for Lily's tragically young death, which leads us to...

Bitch Better Have My Money by Rihanna and I'd pretty self-explanitory, with how Max extorted Vincent's father. While Max had gotten worse to people after Lily left him, taking it out on everyone under him more and more, I get the feeling something well and truly snapped when she died. Maybe he could have learned to cope in time (not that it would be any consolation to the people he tormented), but I doubt he saw any value in self-improvement once Lily was gone. Really foolish, since his vile behavior was what pushed her away in the first place, but grief's not always rational.

Oak & Ash & Thorn is the transition between the absurdly cruel Max to the gentle protector John. That amnesia was practically like a spell on him. The Morning Dew is next and that one's some classic celtic music to chill or dance to.

Next up is Apple Green by Mother Earth because I have to inflict acid jazz upon everyone once again. I think it's safe to say that John wasn't some type of nature enjoyer in his previous life as Max, but that's behind him now. He definitely appreciates the beauty and color of the world around him now and I wanted to put this song in to reflect that.

The Mariner's Revenge Song by The Decemberists is also pretty long, so I'm feeling kind of silly in retrospect for worrying about song length back in Ashton's playlist. Then again, both the opera song and this one are both story songs, so I find it a bit easier to justify their lengths. This is a special choice, in that there's a side story (the word doc I mentioned before) about Vincent first meeting John and realizing right away that this was Max with amnesia.

Autumn's Song is here to represent John's favorite season. The nostalgic nature of it can hint at those old memories simmering inside of him, something that he understandably fears.

I wouldn't blame you guys if you clowned the hell out of me for this next one, but I chose Rainbow Connection by Kermit, from The Muppet Movie. It's just such a simple and sweet song. I feel like it really fits in with John being a kind and romantic person, seeing beauty and mystery in life when he hadn't before. I imagine John's flights of fancy also probably irritate Ashino a bit, which is funny with him having a crush on Kadsey. Wildflower Jigs is another song in here for the good vibes. Who doesn't enjoy a good jig, right? It kind of makes me miss ren fairs, since I haven't been to any since the pandemic.

Blackbird/Yesterday is an interesting Beatles mashup that was made for the Cirque du Soleil show, Love, and I think the sentiments of both songs really fit with John in general. Yesterday, the song that the lyrics are from, is a classic about the pain of being left behind by an important woman while Blackbird, which the guitar is taken from, is a song that's a little more abstract (to a degree) but always feels to me like moving past the pain life can bring. Both of the songs Stardust (Vocal Version) by Hoagy Carmichael and Happy to Be Here by Wookiefoot are for John's recovered memories. I feel like a crooner song fits Max (or at least his old-timey gangster vibes, since it's hard for me to imagine Max actually enjoying any particular genre) more while something somewhat more contemporary fits John, at least in that John is the here and now. In general, John seems like a very "happy to be here" sort of guy, even if things can be tough.

Bonny Portmore by Loreena McKennitt and In the Woods Somewhere by Hozier are to reflect the danger to the woods that John has called home for a while and the animals he's resolved to protect. If it weren't for that and Vincent's troubles, I have a feeling that John would've willfully stayed in the dark about his past for longer. I was also wondering while listening to In the Woods Somewhere if John ever has small recollections of being murdered, though he didn't really have time to process what happened. This leads us into Hello My Old Heart by The Oh Hellos, where John finally admits aloud that he's Max. I like the theme of this song, that you can't grow if you hide your heart away.

Remember when I chose a song in Vincent's playlist to acknowledge the yandere ends? Here's round 2: electric-boogaloo with the song Honeybee by Steam Powered Giraffe. Harmonizing singing groups (like barbershop quartets and such) seem like something that John could really appreciate. Also, very convenient title, considering one of the consistent particular details between the yandere ends. Again, I have speculations about what that all means and those make me pretty pleased that this recording is also an ensemble sort of song instead of a solo. I think it's a solo when played live, but I'll admit that I've never seen these guys perform despite some overlap in convention visits.

Thus Always To Tyrants feels like a good song for acknowledging that Max is John's past, but it's not who he needs to be in every way despite reclaiming that identity. That's kind of a given, but I feel for him and his fear to never become such a horrendous person again. Now that I think about it, he and Ashton could make a support group. Maybe they could drag Ashino in early, too, to save us all some grief.

Closing things off with the classic John Denver song Take Me Home, Country Roads. While John has to fit into his old life to some extent, he's taking all that he's become with him and being a better person for it. That's another great ending that I hope can stick.

#picture perfect boyfriend reboot #picture perfect boyfriend #ppbr #ppb #ppbr spoilers #john doe #john ppb #character playlist #spotify playlist #spotify #espoirduvide #espoir du vide #farshootingstar art

[dreamingsushi]

Till the End of the Moon - Overall Review

Hey there! It’s me once again and for the last time on the drama Till the End of the Moon. What ride it was right? Now that it’s over, I don’t feel any emptiness, it was in its ways satisfying, so for those of you wondering wether it’s worth the hype and your time, hopefully this review is going to help you decide. However, these are my personal opinions, some people might disagree with it, so please still use your own judgement.

Plot

The story is about an immortal girl who travels back to the past to prevent the becoming of a demon god who would wreck havoc on the world and cause the death of her loved ones. Even though it’s nothing super original as it follows the trope enemies to lovers, there are a lot of very good elements in the writing of the scenario. First of all, everything that is introduced (places, artifacts, objects, people...) serves a purpose and appears multiple times in the story. This was something I really liked. Sometimes a drama will introduce a magical item, for example, they will use it like for 2-3 episodes or even less and then it never comes back. Here, each object that has been brought on had more than one purpose. They explained the origins behind them. It was a very strong point to this story.

Furthermore, it was mostly consistent with the characters. Their decisions were obviously questionable, way too often, especially as the viewer knowing everything there’s to be known to judge if it’s a bad or a good decision. Sometimes, it was extremely frustrating, but if I have to be honest, there are only two things I am still very unsatisfied with. One being Susu getting drunk a night she’s supposed to hunt a demon, which really didn’t make sense to me since she’s not the type to overlook her duty. The other one being Ye Qingyu and resenting Tantai Jin, because it was an useless addition in my opinion since they didn’t really mention anything about it until the end, and it could have been overlooked. It wasn’t necessary.

Overall, the plot gets a bit 8/10 for me. It was very well written, there no big plot holes and everything was mostly very consistent. It loses a little bit of points because it wasn’t necessarily orignal and sometimes the characters were a little too frustrating.

Acting

At first, I really couldn’t stand Luo Yunxi’s acting. His character starts off as emotionless and something was bugging me about it. It felt kind of way too forced. However, as the character started to learn how to love, what’s happiness and sadness, I saw a big improvement. During the last episodes, while he’s being thorn between what he feels and what he must act like, he got me through a huge range of emotions. He did a very good job overall.

I liked in general Bai Lu’s acting, even thought it felt simpler. But maybe that’s what I liked. She didn’t show as much growth though compared to Luo Yunxi’s character and there were moment when I felt the script kind of went in a weird way when it came to her actions and reasonings. But overall, I enjoyed the different nuances between her three characters. She managed to make me cry, but also to warm up my heart. She did a good job.

I can’t completely just ignore the other great actors just because they weren’t main leads. I want to point out Chen Duling’s performance throughout the drama. She was amazing. Her character was very complex ad when it was time to hate her, I did. When i was time to forgive her, I did. She really impressed me. Su Zhenni’s performance was also great, even though she didn’t get as much spotlight. She was flawless. On the other hand, Deng Wei’s acting didn’t leave a big impression on me. It was better when he was acting as Xiao Lin, but there was something that felt a little weak, I don’t really know how to explain it. Eddy Geng did an okay job, I think his acting just lacks a little maturity for now.

One thing I really found annoying was all the shouting. I don’t put that on the acting skills of the actors, but rather more onto the director Every time they launched a big power, were in pain, they’d just scream... But like.. I guess I would shout from the pain too if I was struck multiple times by lightning, but most of the time it just didn’t work for me, it looked foolish and didn’t convey any emotions.

The general note for acting stands at 8/10 for me.

Visuals

So let’s just talk about what I disliked first to get it out of the way... The CGI. Oh god. When I first watched the first episode, I had a headache from everything flying around in my screen. Too much is like not enough, even worse. I thought it was going to be internet troll like, low budget. It turned out that the first episode was the worst of all and the on including the most of that crap. I think they had the budget for going all in, but it went overboard. At some other instances, they stroke back with the overwhelming special effects, but it was only for a short limited moment. It’s just a shame because the first episode is so bad that it doesn’t entice to keep watching without being very generous.

Now let’s move on to my favourite part... the costumes! Oh dear me... They were gorgeous. I was so fascinated by Li Susu’s headpieces all the time. She changed so many times, to the point that sometimes I couldn’t explain how could she change her outfit to something so luxurious in the middle of nowhere, but I don’t care. The structures on some of Tantai Jin’s capes too were very impressive. But generally speaking, all the costumes were great. Even the grass cape grew on me. That was a very strong point visually for me.

The filming places were beautiful too. The only moments I liked it less was when it was all constructed by the computer. In the space like universe. But the dark side. Anything related to the realm of the gods was beautiful. I loved the decors.

This drama could have rated higher in terms of visuals, but the CGI is really that bad, so I have no other choice but to give it a 7/10. The costumes really do bring up the ratings.

Soundtrack

I’m in love with the soundtrack. I keep humming it. At no point was it ill chosen, it always enhanced any scenes it was paired with. I don’t have much to say, just listen to the OST even if you opt out of watching the drama. It’s worth a solid 9/10 for me.

Should you watch it?

If you like a drama with no plot holes, go for it. Nothing is left behind. The acting is good overall. There are beautiful costumes. It was an interesting story. Even though it wasn’t the most original, it often left me wondering what was going to happen next. So I think it’s worth trying to overcome the big cringe of episode 1.

However, if you are not into romantic dramas, I would not recommend it to you as most of the story is focusing on the love between the two main characters. I wouldn’t say it’s what we should call a healthy relationship (as in many dramas...) so keep that into mind too when debating.

This overall gets a fat 8/10 for me. I enjoyed the ride and was happy with the ending, so going through the 40 episodes wasn’t a waste of time. Not on my rewatch list, but definitely on my no regrets, I recommend list.

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[asgardwinter]

hi bia! congrats again on your blogaversary 💖 i come with a request for my beloved’s boy joaquín torres with the song a game i lose by maria Isabel and I give you full control of where you want to take it! 😊

hello maria!! thank you so much <3 i hope you like the fluffy blurb with the love of our life ahsahs (lovely song btw)

happy to lose

summary | Joaquín appeared with an easy smile and there was nothing you could do about it.

pairing | Joaquín Torres x Reader

warnings | fluff, reader is complicating their own life as usual, CHARMING JOAQUÍN TORRES

word count | 584

author’s note | it's been some time since i wrote for joaquín so i hope you like this <3

song: a game i lose by maria isabel

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Every time you think about the day you met Joaquín you only knew more and more about how it all sounded so cliche.

You were certain you did not want to fall in love, it wasn’t time for that — just as it was something you could decide and stick to so simply as deciding to go out with your friends. It was on an ordinary night like that you saw him for the first time. You sat side by side with him and suddenly the whole event turned into a very long conversation between the two of you with occasional comments from the friends that also were on the table.

You said to yourself it was because you both ended up on that isolated corner of the table, only that one reason. Sure it was.

It didn’t take more than those three hours out for you to find yourself being driven home by Joaquín under the excuse that “It’s too late for you to go by yourself” even if the sun had barely disappeared. You were so gone by that smile that you only nodded and got into his car, the ride incredibly pleasurable for someone you’ve just met.

You were a bit shocked when he didn’t try to kiss you as you got to your front door, even if you didn’t want it. Because you didn’t, right?

Yes, you did.

Thorn between your decision and the man that occupied your mind way too much during the following week, you were incredibly quick to accept his invitation for dinner on a slow Friday night. Only because I have nothing to do, you reasoned yourself with cheap lies.

“Hey there.” Joaquín greeted you the moment you sat in his car. “These are for you.” He extended his hand that held a bouquet filled with daisies.

How could you stop your heart from melting at that?

“I… I loved it.” You said, maybe the first time you were being honest with your own feelings.

“Just wait until we get there.”

…

It was a disaster. There was a problem with your reservation and there was no table, your stomach kept complaining way too loud and making you embarrassed. You were starting to think you were right before with how you promised yourself to not do this for now.

But Joaquín was so excited he didn’t let it go sideways even when it already was.

“Did you have fun?” He asked you, his voice quite insecure and you decided you didn’t like that tone in him. You were sitting on the sidewalk as you ate a burger and you never had that much fun on a date — it must’ve had something to do with that weird green sauce. “I know this isn’t what you expected, but…”

“I did.” You cut his rambling before it even started. “But you bet I’m not going to let you kiss me after this.” You gesticulated to all the food. “I bet it’d be far from a pleasurable experience.”

You both laughed together.

“So I guess we’ll have to go out again to fix this.”

Yeah, you did go out again, some much you’ve lost the count pretty quickly. It was the one time you were happy to lose the fight against him, the charming man who just decided to mess with your whole life.

Mess with it in the best way.

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La forma en que llegaste Viniste como un sueño Me das una mirada Y se detiene el tiempo

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I AM HERE FOR THE CHANCE OF HAVING MY ASK ANSWERED BY ONE OF MY FAVORITEST WRITER!!

“can i love you?”

OR

confessions when one character thinks the other is sleeping

with Albedo, Xiao, Cyno or Thorns (Arknights). (Okay I realize this might be a hard list for you so I'm throwing Suna into the pile. Not Osamu because I wanna shake things up for you)

I'm a big sucker for the whole 'I don't know if I deserve to love someone like them' kinda vibe and the silent confessions, which also kinda relates to that vibe because they WANNA LET THE OTHER PERSON KNOW THEY LOVE THEM, SHOUT IT FROM THE TOP OF THEIR LUNGS but they can't, they think they do not deserve their love or them, or that they are good enough for them and I'm--

Please. Break my lil heart and heal it all over again with your prose.

for: genshin impact pairing: albedo x reader warnings: none, except for maybe a minor amount of angst and a terribly out of character drabble w/c: 692 a/n: THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FIRST ASK MY LOVE! I don't actually play Genshin, but for the love I have for this beautiful lady, I would write every Genshin fic if it made her happy. So please accept what may be an ooc Albedo lol I hope you like it!

Albedo sighs tiredly, and lets the charcoal pencil fall into the bend of his notebook - another drawing sitting unfinished, to be forgotten and discarded like many drawings he’s recently tried to create.

It is strange for him, to be so distracted from his life’s work, from the very thing that makes him, him. Alchemy is his livelihood, his end goal, the reason he sets out every day into a world where dangers lurk and wait to attack. He shouldn’t be this affected by anything. It wasn’t in his nature to be.

And yet…

Piercing blue eyes drift away from the markings in his book, and over to the bed that lies in the corner of the room he’s rented at the local inn. He wouldn’t say that Mondstadt offers the highest quality beds that the world had to offer, but the innkeep was nice, the room was cheap, and it gave him a place to rest the odd time when he had to leave to continue his research.

But Albedo finds the nicest thing about this little inn is the innkeeper's daughter.

He watches her form on his bed, fully clothed in her work dress, her back to him as she sleeps away a sudden dizzy spell that came over her. The innkeep wasn’t too happy to hear her daughter was slacking off and sleeping when there were tables to clean and sheets to wash, but with a bit of mora thrown her way from Albedo’s pockets, she ultimately shuts her mouth and returns to her work.

He knows he shouldn’t indulge in this…’friendship’, that had been budding between you both for the past few weeks, where you would join him by the fireplace late at night as he’s deep in his research, asking question after question as he feeds your curiosity while you feed him in return, making sure he eats and drinks well as he tends to lose himself in his research. Where you would see him off every day at the door, wishing him well on his travels, hoping he’ll return in one piece, and you’ll promise to make some Sunshine Sprat for him when he gets back. Where you’ll gaze at him in such open adoration it makes the hairs on his body stand up, indecisive whether it’s telling him to be excited, or to run away.

He knows it was foolish to indulge in these comforts for so long, when he has more ‘important’ matters on his hands.

But there is something so captivating about being seen, being heard, that is more enthralling than the work he pours all of his passion into.

He inhales deeply through his nose as he gazes at the rise and fall of your back during your sleep.

“How do you do it?” he whispers, so as not to disturb your well needed rest. You could have slept in your own room, but Albedo had insisted on using his own. Foolish. “How do you care so freely? …Love, so ambitiously?”

He stares out at the rolling green hills from his seat near the window.

“I must be broken,” he muses to no one but himself. “If only I could experience the world as you do. To be able to give my entire heart to someone.” Said heart skips a beat as he returns his gaze to your form once more, wanting nothing more than to run his fingers through your hair and hold you close. 

“Can I love you?” he says with a twinge of sorrow lacing his words. All of this is so foreign to him, and for once in his life, no amount of research could explain the way his heart feels right now. “Can you…love me, in return?”

After a beat of silence, he shakes his head, and the mask he wears takes the forefront once more. He packs his things, and tells himself to get a move on.

He drops a sketch of you, with your radiant smile and your beautiful eyes, onto the table by his bedside, and silently exits the room. The Traveler awaits his presence.

The hand that reaches out to the drawing goes unseen.

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Blood and Thorns - Chapter 1 (part 2)

Frigga Thorneheart is set to become the heir of the Honeyshore coven, but when she falls in love with a member of her home’s staff, things get out of hand. Between the blood pacts and secret affairs, Frigga needs to learn how to stand up for what she wants or else lose everything she needs. Will she choose love or duty and what will that choice cost her?

Chapter One - Chores and Nightmares (Read Part One Here) - (See here for a complete list of chapters) **Updated May 16 **Updated August 26

Frigga

   Frigga was so happy to be home and so ready to sleep in her own bed. The staff being excited about her return warmed her heart and she put down a mental note to check in with everyone over the course of the next week. Leland and Sapphire greeted her outside as she’d gotten off the carriage, but she’d circle back and visit with both of them in a bit; she wanted some quiet time first. Travelling from Bluehaven to Honeyshore was an easy road if one was used to travelling, but Frigga was certainly not so the three-day journey home had been tough.

   Doris, the woman Sapphire hired to be her niece’s personal attendant, showed Frigga to her room. It had been redone since she’d been away. It used to be pink and white, but the wallpaper had all been replaced with a light blue floral print that made Frigga think of a inn she’d patronized on her way home. Her king-sized lavender duvet had also been replaced with a royal blue that matched the pillows on the bench near her windows. At least her reading nook was still there. The rest of the furniture had been either updated or replaced with tasteful, grown-up selections that made Frigga feel as if she were looking at a textbook about interior design. She got the feeling her aunt was making a much bigger deal out of her return than necessary, but it was nice to feel welcome.    Frigga took off her jacket and shoes, placed them by the dressing table for Doris to put away, and looked out the window. It overlooked the driveway and west side of the grounds. It was newly manicured and Frigga looked forward to getting down in that dirt. She wanted to throw off all her clothes and roll around in the grass right that instant, but she was entirely sure that wouldn’t be appreciated by her aunt. Still, Frigga took note of all the plants visible from her window before falling onto her bed for a lie down.    Doris, a woman with thick brown hair tucked into a bonnet and a figure shaped like a pine tree with the height to match, came in to check on her a few times over the course of the afternoon, bringing tea and light refreshments early on, and Frigga found her attendant well-informed about the comings and goings of the coven’s families. Suspiciously well-informed, even for a servant. The woman updated her about how the coven families had fared during her time away, and Frigga was eager to see everyone again after three and a half years. She wondered how her friend Luna Cromwell was doing, she’d gotten married two years ago, and how much the youngest Heir Apparent, Celeste Downspire, had grown. Leland had grown up too. He was eight already, just last month had been his birthday. He’d been just under four when she left, a lifetime ago it seemed now. She wanted to catch up and get to know her brother, so she’d go and visit him properly after dinner and then report in with her aunt afterwards.    Frigga took dinner in her room and then walked down the hallway, peeking into Leland’s room. He was pale and freckled like she was, and his mop of curls were the same rusty hue. Someone had already changed Leland into his nightclothes, though he wasn’t at all ready for sleep. He excitedly showed his newly returned sister all his favourite toys and a few small figures that had been whittled for him by one of the servants. A bear, a cat, some of them were better than others, but it was sweet how the boy lined them all up with care on his bedside table. He’d even named a few of them (Antonio the cat and Lopez the stag). Frigga was relieved to find that her little brother was a normal, happy kid; when she had been his age she knew she was destined to be the family’s Heir as she was the sole child in her generation at the time. Having been exclusively raised by their aunt, Frigga worried how Leland would end up, but apparently she doted on Leland and didn’t push him like she did Frigga.    It helped that Leland wasn’t a witch, or not that they knew yet. Usually children with magic would show signs of the gift around the age of five or six, Frigga had been four, but it wasn’t unheard of that children as old as nine were confirmed. Leland didn’t seem to feel bad about his lack of magical gifts, for which Frigga was profoundly grateful. She was twelve years older than him, and the two of them hadn’t been close before Frigga went to school, but she loved him and wanted him to feel safe and secure.    She sat with him for about an hour before leaving to visit with Sapphire. Despite his squawks of protest, she kissed him on the top of his head before walking down the next hall to the private office and generous library. As she walked down the halls, Frigga took note of other changes her aunt made to the manor. The carpets had been replaced, the torch sconces were changed too and were slimmer and looked less like a haunted castle. A few of the console tables had ornate vases filled with flowers that freshened up the house, and though it was dark outside the hallways were lit with new light orbs that floated leisurely about near the ceilings. If Frigga remembered correctly, weren’t those an invention of Lady Mildred Crestfall, the Head of Household who specialized in elemental magic, from a few years back?    She knocked on the office door and was invited in. Sapphire rose from her desk to greet her niece and the two embraced in a warm hug. “Auntie, thank you for refreshing my room,” Frigga said, figuring that it was better to be gracious than complain. She had actually preferred the light, cheerful pinks from before, but blue was the family colour and it was more grown up, so it was probably more suitable this way.     Sapphire was taller than Frigga by about a head, everyone was taller than Frigga, and she was the very picture one might imagine when thinking of the word “noble”. She’d gone grey early in her forties, shortly after she’d become the coven’s leader, and her wavy hair was always kept in a low bun. Sapphire had an entirely different complexion than her charges, still fair but evenly toned, and her skin was soft like down. “I’m glad you like it, Dear,” she replied, her voice warm. “Welcome home. Here, let’s sit down and have the ladies bring up some fresh tea.”    They sat in a pair of firm brocade armchairs beside the fireplace on the right side of the room and there was a small chestnut tea table between them for just this kind of occasion. Soon enough, they were provided with a fresh pot of herbal tea. Spearmint with honey was exactly the brew Frigga had needed, the refreshing scent clarified her mind. Once they were comfortable, Sapphire started business talk, and her tone refined into something more clinical. “I want you to feel settled, but there’s a lot to come in the next few months. Next week we have your welcome home party and then the week after we have Fenrir Cromwell’s. I’ve also been expecting new study material to arrive any day, it should have been here last week but it was delayed by the thunderstorms.”    Frigga nodded. “That’s alright, there’s plenty here to get me started. I’m excited to see the coven, I’ve missed everyone! And I’m excited to share my illusion work with them.”    “I’m sure everyone is excited to hear all about it. I was speaking with Marceline the other day, and she was saying Luna was interested in your work. As my Heir Apparent, I expect you to share your knowledge, though, if I might make a suggestion,” she leaned in with a conspiratorial smirk, “I would keep a few secrets to yourself if I were you.”    Frigga tilted her head. “Why?”    Sapphire chuckled. “It’s always smart to have a few tricks up your sleeve, especially as you won’t be made an official coven member for four months yet. Best have a few last-resorts just in case you need to impress somebody.” Sapphire sipped at her tea before continuing. “Theodore is also going to be visiting tomorrow, possibly with Marcus. You remember him right?”    “Yes, of course!” she said, smiling warmly. Marcus Magnus-Monroe was a few years older than her, but he was a social savant so they’d become friends as soon as he’d returned home from school five years ago. They also attended dance classes under the same tutor, though never in the same group. “Is Theodore coming on business or for a personal visit?”    Sapphire sipped at her tea and set it down. “A bit of both. His letter said he was excited to see you again, but he also wanted to contribute to your party next week, generous man.”    The Thornehearts and Magnus-Monroes descended from the same coven founder, although distantly, but the Magnus-Monroe family hadn’t been able to officially be part of the coven for about one hundred years; The family’s magic had died out shortly after the coven was founded. It was around that same time, however, that a mine the family owned a few towns over struck literal gold so they were still intimately connected with the group. They could have regained entry into the coven by marrying into magic and revitalizing the family’s magical potential, but the family favoured genuine connections over political ones where their personal lives were concerned so it hadn’t happened. Magic or not, Frigga was always delighted to have them around, Marcus in particular. She had truly missed his uncomplicated friendliness and cheerful affect.    Sapphire asked her niece about her time at school in more detail. They’d written often, but only so much fit in a letter. Frigga told her all about her studies and how she’d graduated top of her year. She told her aunt about her favourite classes (Illusion Work and Herbalism), about the connections she’d made (though she left out the intimate nature of her relationship with the mayor of Elderburgh’s daughter), and what she was excited about studying further (celestial summoning and the family’s secret curative recipes). She was filled in further about the coven’s different families, how the children were growing up, and who’d married who. She was grieved to hear that Jun Bloodswell, the Bloodswell Head of Household’s husband, had died a year ago leaving behind Victoria and their Heir Rosalind. Considering the Bloodswells and Thornehearts were not on the best terms historically, not to mention Victoria was specifically on grievously bad terms with Sapphire, Frigga made up her mind to put in some extra attention there when she could. Some kindness might help mend the sore spot.    They talked longer than Frigga had expected, and it was such a lovely evening. Even so, a small knot of anxiety began to knit in her stomach; she loved her coven, but it was a lot to keep track of. She was doubly exhausted by now, so she took the clock’s 9:00 chime as her cue to retire. After one more quick hug, Frigga adjourned to her room. She wasn’t a morning or night person, she was happiest and most energetic in the afternoon, but it was still a bit earlier than Frigga usually went to bed. Into bed she went, however, delighted to finally collapse. With the busy days ahead of her, she would need the extra rest. Doris left a glass of fresh water at her bedside and a night dress out for her to change herself into, though help was easily summoned if needed. She usually had help dressing, but Frigga was so tired she decided to do it herself. Unlike her day-to-day clothes, the sleep dress was simple enough that she could easily slip into it, it was undressing and undoing all the laces that was the difficulty. After laying the day’s clothes out on the dressing table to be taken and cleaned, she slid the fresh cotton sleep dress over her shoulders and savoured how comfortable and soft it was. She then slid into bed, cast a spell to extinguish all her lights, and fell asleep instantly. 

   But she did not sleep through the night. She fell asleep easily but woke up at 2:00 and then again at 3:00. At 5:30 she woke from a nightmare so severe she decided it was worth a trip to the kitchen to clear her head. There wouldn’t be anyone there at this hour, she would have to find some milk or soothing tea for herself. It might be difficult to find anything, Frigga had rarely visited the kitchens before she’d gone to school, so finding something would be a chore. At least it would be a distraction from the recurring bad dreams.    She put on her slippers and lacy house coat, tying it at the waist, and slipped out the door and down the stairs. As Frigga walked to the kitchen, she mentally sorted through what she remembered of it and was confident she’d manage on her own, but when she opened the door she found she wasn’t alone.    In the midst of the kitchen stood a tall woman Frigga vaguely recognized with sepia skin and black hair shorter than most men’s. She wore an old, stained apron over simple worker’s clothes and her trousers were tucked into steel-toed boots with the stretched-out raggedy laces tied around each ankle. Apparently she’d been gathering up ingredients and baking tools from different cabinets when the heiress surprised her. She stood between the industrial stovetop and a substantial island, and she’d brought out one of two stools from its place at the counter’s opposite side.    Frigga wanted to shrink back but she’d already been spotted. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know anyone was here!” she apologized, her hand rising to fiddle with the thin golden chain necklace she wore.    “No no! Come on in, Miss. You alrigh’?” The woman looked at Frigga, a soft concern in her eyes, and put her things on the island.    Frigga’s heart rate spiked, but she cautiously approached. The woman was quite broad and, while she was wearing loose-fit clothing to get messy in under the apron, Frigga noticed she had the most gorgeous sculpted shoulders and deliciously defined arms. Must be really good at baking bread. “Y-yes, I had a hard time sleeping.”    “Tha’s rough,” the woman replied as she pulled the other stool out and brought it to the island’s edge nearest to Frigga before turning back to the stove where a kettle had begun to sing. “Come on, I’ll make you some tea or somethin’.” She took it off the heat, pulled out a calming tea from a nearby cabinet, and began fixing it like she’d performed this ritual a hundred times; scoop the tea leaves from an air-tight tin into a basket, place the basket into a mug, and submerge it with the steaming water.    Frigga wandered over to the stool and hopped onto it, fumbling slightly, but the woman politely ignored her misstep. “Thank you. Razi, right?” She leaned her elbows on the island’s top as she watched the servant work.    A look of surprise jumped onto the taller woman’s face. “Must ‘av a good memory, you were gone a while.” Her voice was confident and playful, and Frigga’s heart skipped a beat.    “Your father worked for us, right? I think?” she asked.    Razi measured out a small spoonful of honey and stirred before placing the cup of honeyed chamomile next to Frigga on the corner of countertop between them with an impressed smile. “Wow, correct again. Here you go.”    “Thank you.”    “Careful, Miss, ’s pretty hot.” Razi leaned in and blew softly over the glass. She was so close. Her lashes were as long as a river and an aura of warm ambers and the sweetness of rum and vanilla surrounded her. She smelled amazing. “Lemme guess, nightmares?”    “W-what?”    Razi smirked before turned to fix herself a much stronger cup of tea. “You looked like you’d seen a ghost an’ only crazy people are up this early if they don’t gotta be.”    Frigga’s brain finally restarted and she blinked. “Oh,” she said intelligently.    “Sorry, I don’t mean to pry, Miss.”    “No it’s not that. But yes, I’ve had them ever since I was small.”    Razi pulled up another stool closer to the witch, her own cup of tea in her hands, and sat a respectful distance away. A little too far for Frigga’s taste. “Don’t they got a spell or potion for tha’? You magical types seem t’ ‘av remedies for everythin’, and they say you’re real gifted.”    Frigga looked down into her mug as she felt her cheeks warm. “I don’t know about that. I think people give me too much credit sometimes.”    Razi smiled slyly over the rim of her mug. “Well, y’seem like the gods’ gift to me.”    Frigga laughed and looked at Razi with a mischievous grin of her own. “Did you come up with that one yourself? Are you proud of it?”    Razi’s smile turned into a bashful grin. “I’ve certainly come up wit better, you’re absolutely right. Three for three.”    Frigga took a sip, careful of its temperature but found it perfect. “There are some things you can do for nightmares but… none of them ever help. I’m always stressed out so whenever I do anything for sleep, magical or not, the nightmares are never gone long.”    “Stressed? ‘Bout what?”    Frigga gestured vaguely towards the rest of the house. “All… this.”    Razi faltered and her eyes narrowed slightly. “Isn’t it what you love?”    “It’s a lot.” Frigga sighed as her gaze fell to the floor.    Razi leaned her elbows on the counter and looked Frigga up and down, letting a small beat pass. “I’da never known. You seem th’ type t’ have everything lined up proper.”    Frigga grimaced. “I haven’t a choice. I have to have everything perfect all the time because people rely on me. My aunt makes sure I know that, but,” she looked past Razi to the window where the forest was barely visible in the early morning sunlight. “I would much rather go outside.”    Razi blinked, her eyes flashed to the door and then back. “Outside?”    Frigga looked back at Razi. The woman’s full lips were slightly parted and she had the loveliest hazel eyes. Oh dear, that wasn’t something she should be noticing about a staff member. “Plants make me happy.”    “Isn’t your family all ‘bout the moon’s timing and circles? Th’ boss always has me rearrangin’ furniture to be ‘in phase’ or whatever.”    Frigga shrugged, tearing her eyes away from Razi’s. “Yes, and it has always come naturally to me, but it was never… Sorry, I don’t mean to bore you.” Her cheeks were even warmer now, and Frigga prayed that she wasn’t blushing.    “No s’fine. I guess I get it.”    Frigga tilted her head, unsure what this unnaturally attractive woman was relating to. “Really? You appear to be at home in the kitchen here, is there something you’d rather do?”    Razi snickered and Frigga tried to restrain a grin. Another terrible joke was coming, she just knew it, so she held her breath in anticipation. “I won’t complain, things are great round ‘ere, but it does get lonely ‘round this mansion. I gotta go into town if I wan’ visit my girls, so, y’know, that’s what I’d rather… do.”    Frigga giggled, shook her head. “No wife? Or, I guess not a husband?”    Razi shook her head. “Do I look th’ type to cater t’ boys, Miss? I expected better from you, you’ve ruined your streak!”    Frigga grinned shyly. “I didn’t want to assume.”    Razi leaned in a little closer, and the woman’s spicy aura washed over her again. “Assume away.”    Frigga hesitated, looking Razi up and down briefly. Her eyes skirted over the woman’s biceps and shoulders, appreciating them again, and she landed on the woman’s hands. They were so much larger than Frigga’s, and the witch could see from here they were the servant’s primary tools. What else might those hands be used for? Frigga forced her eyes away before she could be caught staring, but she was certainly blushing now. “I assume you like to bake bread?”    Razi burst in a full-bellied laugh, caught off guard. “Ah yes, look at ‘er, that cut and short nails, must love to bake bread. 'S that what they’re calling it these days?” Frigga giggled and Razi shook her head in good humour. “Please ignore me, Miss. I don’t mean t’ offend. I like t’ think I’m ‘armless.”    Frigga smirked and side-eyed Razi. “I don’t believe you at all. Should I ask your girls how harmless you are?”    Razi jumped off the stool and took an exaggerated bow, her expression much too serious to be serious. “I am as innocent as th’ dove, sweet princess. Heart is pure as gold, I swear, my maidens in ye olde town of Honeyshore would speak highly of my intentions!”    Frigga tried in vain to suppress a laugh, though she managed to tease between giggles, “Those intentions better be noble or else there will be consequences, ma’am.”    Razi looked back up at Frigga with a boyish smirk. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Miss.”    She held out her hand. “Call me Frigga.”    Razi took it up with her calloused hand and pressed her full, soft lips to the witch’s knuckles. “Frigga.”    She wanted to stay and talk to Razi longer, but she also wanted to be considerate of the woman’s time and Frigga had a suspicion she’d be a distraction if she stayed. The tea she’d been given helped, so she wandered back up to her bedroom. As she slid back under her covers, she replayed their conversation and smiled to herself. If she had known someone so gorgeous was going to be at home she would have made a better effort to visit. She brushed her lips at the place where Razi’s had kissed her hand and heard the rough woman’s voice repeating her name. Frigga’s heart did a flip and her stomach tingled. She shouldn’t be entertaining these impulses.    But Razi was charming and thoughtful, had made Frigga laugh and not taken her too seriously. The irreverent humour had put Frigga at ease, even if she suspected the woman had been buttering her up just a little bit. She was definitely the type to be popular with girls, that was obvious. Maybe Razi wouldn’t mind spending more time together. Could Frigga come up with some excuse to see her again? That was such a bad idea. Really? She couldn’t be home a single day without forming some ill-advised crush on a staff member? A very lovely, very muscular, very charming staff member.     It was a lost cause already.    Frigga pushed a pillow over her face and whined into it. Maybe this horrifyingly inappropriate crush would fizzle after Frigga got settled and die down on its own.    But it did not, in fact, die down.

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At first, i felt a wave of emotions. Sadness, rage, betrayal and disappointment. And then it gripped my heart, growing thorns that pierced through the muscle. Each emotion was heightened, and a lot of the times it brought a rush of overwhelming emotions and i return to a state of numbness. It was confusing to say the least, but even in that state of weakness, my body was still struggling to seek for ur comfort. It was waiting for u to come back, but the truth is, that source of emotional relief has already been ripped away from me.

I was wailing at the fact that, i spent so much time being sad in the rs, contemplating between staying and breaking up. But instead, i broke myself. Nobody was there to save me, nobody could either.

Struggles in relationship are subjective. The feelings of it all, they have a layer of insecurity or fear coated over it. The only way to uncover beyond that layer was to talk it out with your partner. However, I lacked that certain kind of support, I found words getting stuck in my throat and eventually, the unspoken words bottles up inside me then resentment.

Coming back to the present, i made the decision to end the course of our rs. And immediately after that, i explored casual love with another guy. It’s true. But during the rs, i never backed down without a fight. How did all of a sudden, i was getting pinned as the bad guy?

I never really moved on from you, i made sure he knew that. And while i pondered too long, u discovered a new beginning. A way to act out what you had owed us in our rs.

So now, you give all the love u once had to her… While i have been begging for the simplest actions from you that can finally make me feel important again..

Did i forget to mention that my last straw was the fact that u forgot our second year anniversary? I had to be the one to wish you… I was burnt out at that point, using up money to satiate the needs i had to get it out from you, using it as an excuse and claiming that we were spending exclusive time together. But in fact, there were so many issues underneath it all that we were both too afraid to explore.

You only loved me when it was convenient. You didn’t actually wanna put in effort, you just kinda wanted to keep patting down fires but never fixing the old and faulty spark plug. Now she gets it all huh? Lucky me!

Sorry, i didn’t mean to be sarcastic.. I am kinda happy that youre happy now, even without me. I had already told you that you could do better than me, someone who has a clear and authentic mind with a robust sense in her personality. To see you have that, it’s a great thing to happen in the universe for a little while. No more senseless arguments, no more feeling like you aren’t enough, just the kind of love that you need.

You are easy, but i was easier for settling on your meaningless attempts to redeem urself. I think you got over the rs easier because u were away from an environment that reminded you of me. My folks had brought to every favourite family restaurant, meanwhile ur mom was afraid to take the next step with me. The only time she decided to be progressive with me was incessantly pestering me to stop becoming such a slut to which u just let it happen… I let you know, but u just let it be. At the time you decided to talk it out, it was when i was throwing a fit, losing my mind, crying my eyes out. Every single time… You always have me wondering, am i asking for too much? I spent every waking hour thinking about you and having nightmares about the loss of you. I hate how my nightmares always prevail, because now we’ll be strangers longer than we were lovers.

In another life, i am in the living room with you in our leasehold apartment doing silly dances then we plop down on the floor giggling till we’re breathless. And till now, as of writing, my little hummingbird heart still longs for you… I’ll be waiting by the phone for you, my blu. You were my one and only, my everything…

We were lovers with a blithesome childlike innocence, and a burden to each other when struggles came by.

hope u have a good one, blu.

[starfirexuchiha]

The Flower Meanings behind each P5R Flower Keychain Merch

After pre-ordering the P5R flower keychain merch, I decided delve into the flower meanings that each PT character is associated with in the new flower keychain merch.

I’m going to research into the Hanakotoba (花言葉) meaning of these flowers, the English meanings, and the relevant flower essences to hopefully get the right information. Then I’ll try to connect how they relate to the characters. Understand that what I’ll say may not be 100% right, because this is my own interpretation.

The flower meanings I gotten are based on the Japanese websites and English websites that I looked into. THIS IS GOING TO BE A VERY LONG POST so please excuse any potential grammar mistakes I may have made.

If I ever have time, I might make separate posts for each Phantom Thief regarding the history, folklore and meta of their flowers.

Ren Amamiya - Red China Asters & White Daisies

China Asters are called 蝦夷菊 (Ezogiku) or in Katakana, エゾギク in Japanese.

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) China Asters in general mean:

追憶 (Recollection)

私はあなたを想うでしょう (I will think of you)

変化 (Change / Shapeshift)

信じる恋 (Believing in Love)

貞節 (Fidelity)

And Red China Asters in particular mean:

変化を好む (I prefer change)

The English meaning of these Asters are:

Patience

Elegance

Daintiness (Gentle and Kind personality)

Afterthought (Remembering someone who is no longer with you / Thinking if things should have happened differently)

Love of variety

And the Red color in an Aster is the color of passion that expresses strong emotions towards these meanings.

So basically China Asters mean Change and Recollection (Remembering something/someone), and “私はあなたを想うでしょう (I will think of you)”.

Note: There are 2 different classifications of Aster flowers. One is the Shion (シオン) Aster. The other is the China (エゾギク) Aster. There is no such thing as a red Shion Aster. China Asters on the other hand, comes with a variety of colors including red. Therefore, the red asters are China Asters.

Shion Asters tend to have the meaning: “君を忘れない (I won’t forget you)”. China Asters tend to have a similar meaning which is: "私はあなたを想うでしょう (I will think of you)”. This indicates remembering someone who is no longer with you, or when they are far away and separated from you. It seems that Asters in general involve remembering someone and not wanting to forget them.

How this connects to Ren:

Since Red Asters in particular mean “change”, I think this refers to how Ren is a “shapeshifter” (from the Beneath the Mask song), since he is a WildCard user who uses different personas and masks. I think the “変化を好む (I prefer change) ” meaning refers to how Ren wanted to reform society as a Phantom Thief.

China Asters in general also mean “recollection”, I think this refers to what happened between Ren and Akechi. Ren deeply regretted how he wasn’t able to save Akechi in the engine room and wanted things to happen differently between them (Like peacefully playing chess with Akechi in his room in the “Bad Ending”).  For Akechi to be present and by his side...that was his wish in the dream world. This can also refer to how Akechi said “If only we had met a few years earlier...”. Recollection is also connected to the "私はあなたを想うでしょう (I will think of you)” meaning. Ren still remembers his promise with Akechi, even after the dream world ended. Akechi was separated from him twice but Ren still carries Akechi’s glove with him, thinking of him.

The meaning of these flowers are probably connected to the meaning of Akechi’s Forget-Me-Nots that I will mention later in this post.

Daisies are called 雛菊 (Hinagiku) or just デイジー (Daisy) in Japanese.

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) Daisies in general mean:

純潔 (Innocence / Purity)

美人 (Beautiful person)

平和 (Peace / Harmony)

希望 (Hope)

And White Daisies in particular mean:

無邪気 (Innocent)

The English meanings of these Daisies are:

Innocence

New Beginnings

Purity

Harmony

If the Daisy color is White then that specifically means “Innocence” and “Purity”.

How this connects to Ren: 

Ren has his own sense of justice and righteousness, and he believes that what he’s doing is for the greater good. He is the Trickster who brings hope and drives away ruin. Shido falsely accused Ren of assault even though Ren’s innocent. He gotten a criminal record even though he is innocent. Ren started off as a misunderstood hero... and yeah I guess Ren is pretty good-looking too “美人 (Beautiful person)” lol.

Ryuji Sakamoto - Sunflowers & Red Ace Hydrangeas

Sunflowers are called 向日葵 (Himawari) or in katakana ヒマワリ in Japanese.

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) Sunflowers mean:

私はあなただけを見つめる (I only have my eyes on you)

あなたを幸福にする (I will make you happy)

崇拝 (Admiration / Adoration)

光輝 (Brightness)

あなたは素晴らしい (You are amazing)

偽りの富 (False Riches)

The English meanings of these Sunflowers are:

Adoration

Faithfulness

Loyalty

Joy & Happiness

So basically Sunflowers mean admiring someone or adoring someone and it also means happiness.

How this connects to Ryuji:

Ryuji is Ren’s best friend, and he also greatly admires Ren for being the leader of the Phantom Thieves. Ryuji is also the type of guy who is loud, cheerful, and optimistic. This can connect to brightness and happiness.

Hydrangeas are called 紫陽花 (Ajisai) or in katakana アジサイ in Japanese.

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) Hydrangeas mean:

高慢 (Boastfulness / Arrogance)

冷酷 (Ruthlessness / Cold-Hearted)

謝罪 (Apology)

The English meanings of Hydrangeas are:

Gratitude

Honest Emotions

Vanity

Boastfulness

Desire for forgiveness

Regret

In Japan, Hydrangeas are usually used to express apology for bad behavior. That’s why negative words like 冷酷 (Ruthlessness / Cold-Hearted) and  高慢 (Boastfulness / Arrogance) are associated with it. It’s to apologize for behaving like that.

How this connects to Ryuji:

Ryuji is a delinquent and a troublemaker. However, he’s also the type to apologize for the things he messed up on. One example is Ryuji feeling sorry for his mother because attacking Kamoshida ruined his chances of making things easier for her (like getting an athletic scholarship). Another example is the 3rd Semester where he deeply apologizes to Ren for abandoning him to enjoy the dream world. For 高慢 (Boastfulness / Arrogance), Ryuji wanted to have more fame and recognition as the Phantom Thieves were becoming more popular, but that was until the Okumura incident.

Ann Takamaki - Red Roses & Strawberry Blossoms

“A Beautiful Rose has thorns!” - Ann

Roses are called 薔薇 (Bara) or they can be just called ローズ (Rose) in Japanese.

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) Roses in general mean:

愛 (Love)

美 (Beauty)

And Red Roses in particular mean:

あなたを愛してます (I love you)

愛情 (Love / Affection)

美 (Beauty) 

情熱 (Passion)

熱烈な恋 (Passionate Love)

The English meanings of Red Roses are pretty much the same: Passionate Love, Romance, and Beauty. Roses are the most well-known flowers across the world.

How this connects to Ann:

Ann is associated with the Lovers Arcana. Ann’s phantom thief attire is also associated around the themes of beauty, lust, and love. This is because her Persona is Carmen, who is a Femme Fatale (An attractive and seductive woman, especially one who is likely to cause distress or disaster to a man who becomes involved with her). Like what Ann said in battle: “A Beautiful Rose has thorns!“

Strawberries are called 苺 (Ichigo) in Japan.

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) Strawberry Blossoms mean:

尊重と愛情 (Love and Respect)

幸福な家庭 (Happy Family)

あなたは私を喜ばせる (You please me)

先見の明 (Foresight)

完全なる善 (Perfect Goodness)

The English meanings of Strawberry Blossoms are: 

Perfection

Righteousness

Spring / Rebirth

So basically Strawberry Blossoms mean perfection, love, and righteousness.

The essence of a Strawberry Blossom can help those who are going through a mental loop of fear and anxiety. For people who are worrying themselves to exhaustion and tears.

How this connects to Ann:

Ann is very kind, compassionate, and also cheerful when she’s with the Phantom Thieves. When it comes to “righteousness“, Ann has moral values and tends to reflect on whether her’s or the PT’s actions are right or wrong. She also has a strong desire to help those in need. I think “perfection” connects to how Ann is confidant about her physical appearance, but she also wants to be mentally strong and confidant like the female villains she watched.

The essence of a Strawberry Blossom (a mental loop of fear and anxiety) could connect to what Ann was going through during the Kamoshida arc. She worries a lot about Shiho, and was unfortunately put into a situation where she had to deal with Kamoshida’s threats and sexual harassment. This is because she feared that Shiho would lose her position in the volleyball team. This situation was so stressful that she suddenly had to talk to Ren about it at the station.

Yusuke Kitagawa - Nemophilas & Lily of the Valleys

Nemophilas (aka Baby Blue Eyes) are called 瑠璃唐草 (Rurikarakusa) or  just ネモフィラ (Nemophila) in Japanese.

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) Nemophilas mean:

どこでも成功 (Success everywhere)

あなたを許す (I forgive you)

可憐 (Sweet)

The English meanings of Nemophilas are pretty much the same: Victory and Success.

However...

Nemophilas have essences for anyone who during their childhood, had lack of support from their father figure or had issues with their father figure.

How this connects to Yusuke:

Sure the “success” meaning could probably connect to Yusuke trying to succeed his art career, but I think the Nemophila essence meaning connects to him more. Yusuke did have a father figure in his childhood who is Madarame. Madarame adopted him shortly after his mother’s death. He became corrupted by his distorted desires and treated Yusuke as a tool to help bolster his fame and riches. Yusuke had issues with Madarame‘s abuse and eventually fought against him in the Metaverse.

However Yusuke still have this conflicting case of Stockholm Syndrome towards Madarame and it shows during the 3rd semester. In the dream world, part of Yusuke’s wish was to have Madarame be a supporting and sincere father figure towards him. This can connect to the Nemophila meaning of “feeling supported and loved, especially by male figures”.

One of the birth flower dates for Nemophilas is January 28th, which is Yusuke’s birthday. So these flowers are REALLY for Yusuke!

Lily of the Valleys are called 鈴蘭 (Suzuran) or in katakana スズラン in Japanese.

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) Lily of the Valleys mean:

再び幸せが訪れる (Return of Happiness)

純粋 (Purity)

謙遜 (Modesty)

優しさ (Kindness)

The English meanings of Lily of the Valleys are:

Motherhood

Womanhood

Purity

Sweetness

Return of Happiness

You made my life complete

So basically the Lily of the Valley flowers mean “Return of Happiness” but it could also mean “Motherhood”, because this flower is considered to be the perfect flower for the month of May, and Mother’s Day takes place in May. On May 1st, it is a custom to give a loved one Lily of the Valleys.

Lily of the Valley also has essences for those who are yearning or desiring relationships that are unattainable.

How this connects to Yusuke:

The “再び幸せが訪れる (Return of Happiness)“ meaning could refer to Yusuke becoming part of the Phantom Thieves and obtaining new friends. The PTs saved him from Madarame. Note that Yusuke first met the Phantom Thieves on the month of May, and Lily of the Valleys are heavily associated with that month.

I think this also relates to the Sayuri painting. The true form of the Sayuri painting expresses motherhood. The woman in the painting is holding a baby. Yusuke’s mother created this painting of herself happily holding her newborn son in her arms. “Yearning for relationships that are unattainable” could probably refer to how Yusuke deep down yearn for parental love. His biological parents aren’t present in his life and Madarame is a corrupted father figure. I mentioned before that part of Yusuke’s wish in the dream world was to have Madarame be a supporting and sincere father figure towards him.

Makoto Niijima - Canterbury Bells & Pink Tree Peonies

Canterbury Bells (aka Bellflowers), are called カンパニュラ (Campanula) in Japanese.

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) Canterbury Bells mean:

感謝 (Gratitude)

誠実 (Sincerity)

節操 (Loyalty)

思いを告げる (Telling your Thoughts)

共感 (Sympathy)

The English meanings of Canterbury Bells are:

Gratitude

Humility

Everlasting Love

So basically Canterbury bells mean “Gratitude” and “Telling your Thoughts”.

The essence of Canterbury Bells are for those who are stressed and cannot think for themselves. Canterbury Bells can help clear their minds so that they can stand up for themselves and make their own decisions.

How this connects to Makoto:

Before she joined the Phantom Thieves, Makoto was considered to be an obedient “good girl type of pushover” who followed the rules and couldn’t make her own decisions. During the Kaneshiro arc, so many things were happening to her at once such as the Principal giving her a difficult task, Sae getting angry at her during dinner, and Goro calling her a pushover. All of this really stressed her because her obedience is suffocating her. This connects to the “思いを告げる (Telling your Thoughts)“ meaning because it wasn’t until she entered Kaneshiro’s palace that she was finally able to speak her mind and stand up for herself. 

One of the birth flower dates for Canterbury Bells is April 23rd, which is Makoto’s birthday. So these flowers are REALLY for Makoto!

Tree Peonies are called 牡丹 (Botan) or in katakana ボタン in Japanese.

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) Tree Peonies mean:

王者の風格 (Personality of a King)

富貴 (Wealth and Honor)

はにかみ (Bashfulness)

恥じらい (Shyness)

思いやり (Compassion)

The English meanings of Tree Peonies are:

Good Fortune

Bravery

Honor

Nobility

In Japan, Tree Peonies are well-respected and known to be called the “King of Flowers” (花の王様) or the “King of a Hundred Flowers” (百花の王). The reason why they’re called that is because back in history, Tree Peonies were used to decorate throne rooms and royal palaces. That’s why Tree Peonies tend to have meanings relating to royalty and honor.

The essence of Peonies are for those who are overworking themselves and trying to work hard for everything.

How this connects to Makoto:

Makoto’s code name is “Queen”, because of her bossy and strict personality. This also connects to the “王者の風格 (Personality of a King)“ meaning. Makoto’s bossy personality can be a King-like trait. Also a Queen is just a royal female version of a King. Makoto also worked hard to keep her grades in check and studied a lot in order to go to a good college. This could connect to the Peony essence for trying to work hard for everything. Makoto also drove a lot in P5 Strikers and exhausted herself from it. This could mean that Makoto is also the type to overwork herself.

The “はにかみ (Bashfulness)” meaning could probably connect to how Makoto has vulnerable or cute sides to her. She is scared of paranormal activity and have cute buchimaru merch in her room.

Futaba Sakura - Dandelions & Red Carnations

Dandelions are called 蒲公英 (Tanpopo) or in katakana タンポポ in Japanese.

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) Dandelions mean:

愛の神託 (Oracle of Love)

神託 (Oracle)

真心の愛 (Sincere Love)

幸福 (Happiness)

別離 (Separation)

The English meanings of Dandelions are:

Happiness

Joy

Youthful Thoughts

Dandelions are known to be a fortune-telling flower which is why words like “神託 (Oracle)” are associated with it. It seems like Dandelions also mean “Happiness” but also “Separation”.

How this connects to Futaba:

Obviously Futaba’s code name is “Oracle”, so all of the “神託 (Oracle)” and  “愛の神託 (Oracle of Love)“ meanings of this flower connects to her. The “別離 (Separation)“ meaning could refer to how Futaba is separated from her mother because her mother died. The “幸福 (Happiness)“ meaning probably refers to how Futaba became happy again and gained new friends after the Phantom Thieves saved her.

One of the birth flower dates for Dandelions is February 19th, which is Futaba’s birthday. So these flowers are REALLY for Futaba!

Carnations are called カーネーション (Carnation) in Japanese.

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) Carnations in general mean:

無垢で深い愛 (Innocent and Deep Love)

魅惑 (Fascination)

愛情 (Affection)

And Red Carnations in particular mean:

母への愛 (A Mother’s Love)

The English meanings of Carnations are:

Admiration

Love and Affection

Fascination

Distinction

Carnations are known to symbolize Mother’s Day which is why “母への愛 (A Mother’s Love)“ is associated with it. The Red color of that flower in particular are used the most for Mother’s Day.

How this connects to Futaba:

Futaba loves her mother (Wakaba) a lot and she also misses her mother a lot. The whole Futaba Palace arc was about Futaba struggling to overcome her mother’s death. She later realized in her Palace that her mother doesn’t hate her and still loves her. This connects to the “母への愛 (A Mother’s Love)“ meaning. Futaba deep down still hasn’t overcome her mother’s death and it shows in the 3rd semester. Futaba’s wish in the dream world was to have Wakaba still alive. Futaba knew it wasn’t real early on, but she still rolled with it anyway because “If I got to see my mom again, then it was okay...”. She eventually apologized to Ren for this though.

Haru Okumura - Pink Roses & Hypericum Berries

As you already know, in Hanakotoba (花言葉) Roses in general mean:

愛 (Love)

美 (Beauty)

But Pink Roses in particular mean:

しとやか (Graceful / Ladylike)

上品 (Elegant)

可愛い人 (Cute person)

美しい少女 (Beautiful Girl)

誓い (Oath of Love)

感銘 (Deep Impression)

The English meanings of Pink Roses are:

Gratitude

Grace

Joy

Gentleness

Ann’s Red Roses represent passionate love and romance. Haru’s Pink Roses on the other hand, have a different meaning. Pink Roses are more associated with beauty and grace.

How this connects to Haru:

Haru is the “Beauty Thief”, and is associated with the themes of classy elegance, beauty and grace. This is because her Persona is Milady, who is a sophisticated and elegant woman. It’s also because Haru is rich. Haru is familiar with what it’s like to live in a high-class lifestyle.

Hypericum are called ヒペリカム (Hypericum) in Japanese

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) Hypericums mean:

きらめき (Sparkle)

悲しみは続かない (Sadness that doesn’t last)

The English meanings of Hypericums are:

Cheerfulness

Inspiration

Antidepressant

Hypericums are usually given to those who are grieving or lost a loved one. They are also known to relieve depression, because the medicine that uses this plant are antidepressants. Hypericums are also used to drive away devils, witches, sorcery, and misfortune. This is the reason why Hypericums have “悲しみは続かない (Sadness that doesn’t last)" as its meaning.

How this connects to Haru:

I think this is connected to how Haru lost her father and she was really sad about it. Hypericums are for those “who are grieving or lost a loved one“. The meaning of “driving away devils, witches, sorcery, and misfortune“ could refer to how Haru had to fight against her father in the Metaverse in order to stop his corruption and save anyone (and herself) who were affected by his distorted desires. Even after the Okumura arc, she still grieved about her father to the point that her wish in the dream world was to have her father alive again.

The “悲しみは続かない (Sadness that doesn’t last)" meaning could refer to Haru joining the Phantom Thieves and not being sad anymore. Her new friends relieved her depression.

Sumire Yoshizawa - Baby’s Breaths & Blue Star Milkweeds

Baby’s Breaths (aka Gypsophilas) are called かすみ草 (Kasumisou) in Japanese.

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) Baby’s Breaths mean:

清らかな心 (Pure Heart)

無邪気 (Innocence)

親切 (Kindness)

幸福 (Happiness)

永遠の愛 (Everlasting Love)

The English meanings of Baby’s Breaths are:

Everlasting Love

Newborn babies

Innocence

Holy Spirit

Unity

So basically Baby’s Breath mean “Innocence”, “Purity”, and “Everlasting Love”.

How this connects to Sumire:

The name of the flower. In Japanese, Baby’s Breaths are called “Kasumi” (かすみ) in hiragana. The name of Sumire’s twin sister is also in hiragana: かすみ  芳澤 (Kasumi Yoshizawa). It appears that Kasumi is named after the Baby’s Breath flower. Sumire on the other hand, is named after Violets, and Violets are called  すみれ草 (Sumiresou). What is the Hanakotoba meaning of Violets? “白昼夢 (Daydreaming)” and “あなたのことで頭がいっぱい (You Occupy my Thoughts)”.

Kasumi = Baby’s Breaths (Innocence, Pure Heart)

Sumire = Violets (Daydreaming, You Occupy my Thoughts)

Sumire was the first to be affected by Maruki’s power. Her cognition was changed, causing her to believe that she’s Kasumi. This is connected to the “白昼夢 (Daydreaming)” meaning. During her time being Kasumi, she was completely oblivious that she’s not Kasumi. This could connect to the “Innocence” meaning.

It’s also the reason why the Sumire keychain have Baby’s Breaths flowers instead of Violets. This is the Sumire that thinks she’s Kasumi.  

The “永遠の愛 (Everlasting Love)“ meaning could probably refer to the bond between the two sisters.

The Blue Star Milkweeds (aka Tweedias) are called ブルースター (BlueStars) in Japanese. 

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) BlueStars mean:

幸福な愛 (Happy Love)

虹あう心 (Rainbow Hearts)

信じあう心 (Hearts that believe in each other)

The English meaning of BlueStars are:

Faithful Affection

BlueStars are one of the common flowers that are used in weddings in a bride’s bouquet. I guess that’s why meanings like “幸福な愛 (Happy Love)“ and “信じあう心 (Hearts that believe in each other)” are associated with it.

The essence of BlueStars are associated with dream and reality. It helps balance the ability to daydream with the need to keep one foot fully grounded in reality.

How this connects to Sumire:

Sumire’s 3rd tier Persona Ella, represents Cinderella during her wedding day. The blue color of the BlueStars could also refer to the color of Sumire’s 1st Persona, Cendrillon.

But the essence of BlueStars seem to connect to her more. Regarding the Inharmonious Expression, Sumire wasn’t able to accept reality at first, and wanted to stay being Kasumi in the dream world. This could connect to her lack of ability to move forward and her inability to travel to another dimension (Reality). Then during her time in the 3rd semester with the Phantom Thieves and Akechi, Sumire eventually gained the courage to accept herself. She was finally able to keep one foot fully grounded in reality.

Goro Akechi - Lobelias & Pink Forget-Me-Nots

Lobelias are called ロベリア (Lobelia) in Japanese.

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) Lobelias mean:

悪意 (Malevolence / Evil Intentions)

謙遜 (Modesty)

いつも愛らしい (Always Charming)

嫌い (Hate)

The English meanings of Lobelias are: 

Distinction

Malevolence

Arrogance

So basically Lobelias symbolizes “Malevolence”. The reason why Lobelias have these negative meanings is because even though these flowers look pretty, they are really toxic flowers that can kill you.

How this connects to Goro:

Goro’s true nature is full of malevolence and hate. He had caused psychotic breakdowns, had killed some people, and had attempted to betray the Phantom Thieves and kill Ren. His hatred comes from his desire for revenge against Shido, because Shido is the one who ruined his life as well as his mother’s. The 3rd semester showed this side of him even more. He is more ruthless, vulgar, aggressive, and wildly feral especially towards shadows. He takes great pleasure in killing them. Goro can also make himself go berserk by using “Call of Chaos” on himself. 

Goro being a murderer and taking pleasure in killing things can connect to how the Lobelia flowers are really toxic and can kill you. 

The “いつも愛らしい (Always Charming)” meaning could refer to how Goro is still pretty and charming despite showing is feral side. Like come on, look at this baby face:

Forget-Me-Nots are called 忘れな草 (Wasurenakusa) in Japanese. 

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) Forget-Me-Nots in general mean:

真実の愛 (True Love)

私を忘れないで (Don’t forget me)

思い出 (Memories)

And Pink Forget-Me-Nots in particular mean: 

真実の友情 (True Friendship)

The English meanings of Forget-Me-Nots are: 

Don’t forget me

Remembrance

True Love

Eternal Love

Desperate Love

Memory of a dead person

The meanings of “True Love” and “Don’t Forget Me” came from legends of tragic romances in medieval times.

The essence of Forget-Me-Nots are for those who never fully resolved their isolation and abandonment issues after experiencing the death of an important family member or friend during childhood.

How this connects to Goro:

The “私を忘れないで (Don’t forget me)” and “Remembrance” meanings refers to what happened between Goro and Ren. Goro made a promise with Ren and gave Ren one of his gloves. But then Goro “died” in the Engine Room and Ren was devastated about it. Ren still kept the glove that Goro gave him and remembers him from it. This can also relate to the meaning of the China Asters that Ren is associated with: "私はあなたを想うでしょう (I will think of you)”, and also relates to “Memory of a dead person”.

The “真実の友情 (True Friendship)” meaning from the Pink Forget-Me-Nots in particular could refer to how in P5R, Goro now has a manual confidant. Ren is able to have an “open and honest relationship” with Goro because of this.

The essence of Forget-Me-Nots also relates to Goro. Goro does indeed have isolation and abandonment issues. He mentioned how he’s an unwanted bastard child, and in the engine room he mentioned how he wanted to be loved. He also deep down wanted to be acknowledged by Shido since Shido is his only biological link. Shido of course took advantage of that. All of this is because during Goro’s childhood, his mother committed suicide, leaving him feeling alone and unwanted. The death of an important family member.

For the ShuAke fans:

Since Forget-Me-Nots gotten their name from tragic romances, this can connect to how ShuAke is a tragic and angsty romance as well. Since they have an “open and honest relationship”, their “真実の友情 (True Friendship)” can turn into “真実の愛 (True Love)” as the story progresses. Also… their flowers communicated to each other like:

Goro: 私を忘れないで (Don’t forget me)

Ren: 私はあなたを想うでしょう。 君を忘れない (I will think of you. I won’t forget you)

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Whew.... I gotta say, making this post has made me learn a lot about flowers and the flower language. Thanks to this new knowledge, I will consider using the meaning of flowers in my future video projects from now on. Making this post also made me delve into the meta of the other Phantom Thieves and I began to like them more because of it. 

Like I said, my interpretations aren’t 100% correct, so make what you will with this knowledge. 

You’re welcome 👋

#p5r #persona 5 royal #p5 royal #merch #flower language #ren amamiya #akira kurusu #ryuji sakamoto #ann takamaki #yusuke kitagawa #makoto niijima #futaba sakura #haru okumura #sumire yoshizawa #kasumi yoshizawa #goro akechi #shuake #akeshu #meta

[blouisparadise]

Here are some amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of October. We hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading! 1) Progress | Explicit | 4042 words

Note: The main pairing is Louis/Pedro Pascal.

Louis and Pedro, late winter in New York, colleagues, and domesticity.

2) Sweet Dreams Turn Into Coffee In The Morning | Explicit | 5675 words Note: The main pairing is Louis/Henry Cavill.

Louis has spent most of his early adult life taking care of his adopted niece, Avery. When she goes away to boarding school, he starts to realize what he's been missing has been right in front of him.

3) Young And Sweet | Explicit | 5894 words Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Louis sees his ex at the carnival and thinks that he must be the solution to his problem.

4) Mr. Loverman | Explicit | 6447 words

They broke up and it was stupid of Louis to be there but he still went.

5) Couldn't Be More In Love | Mature | 6710 words Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

“You’re my best friend.” It's what Louis had whispered to Harry one night, words pressed into the skin on Harry’s neck while the rain outside had muted the whole world. Harry had gulped, hoping the beat of his heart didn't give him away, trying to slow his breathing and not let the lump in his throat grow. I don't want to be your friend, Harry thought but the words died on his lips.

6) Flower Thorns | Explicit | 6742 words

"A trouble is what he is." Liam comments leaning back on the armchair while he sips from his beer, Harry fondly smiles at the scene unfolding in front of him,

"He is. But a trouble that's worth everything."

7) If It’s Not You, It’s Not Anyone | Explicit | 9336 words Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

In which Louis is the only omega in his pack, makes a mean fish finger butty, and is arse-over-tits in love with his four idiot alphas.

8) Got Me Feelin' Like | Explicit | 12306 words

Harry flushes and gestures to the fairy’s face with his cup weakly, “You’re just like — really pretty.” The fairy bites the side of his cheeks, trying to hide a grin and the way his face blushes, humming. “Sweet talking me won’t distract me from how massive of an obstruction you are. I’ve never seen a green refrigerator before, by the way. Very inventive.” Harry gapes at him while he pours tequila in his cup. “I’m not a refrigerator, I’m—” “—Peter Pan. Yeah, I heard.” The fairy waves his free hand and sips the tequila straight. Better yet, he doesn’t make a disgusted face, no full body shivers that Harry experiences when he drinks neat tequila. If Harry wasn’t devising a plan to marry this man when he saw him (he was), he definitely is now. “I’m in love with you,” Harry says shamelessly.

9) My Hand’s At Risk, I Fold | Explicit | 15464 words Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

The average journey time by train between Milan and London is 17 hours and 38 minutes, with around 10 trains per day. On the other hand, it takes an average of 27 hours, 26 minutes to travel from Rome to London St-Pancras by train, over a distance of around 892 miles (1436 km). Louis was expecting a neck cramp, fidgeting passengers and a long boring journey back home. He never expected the world to fall into chaos. He never expected Harry.

10) Nothing's Scarier Than Losing You | Explicit | 15482 words

When Louis and Harry run into each other at a Halloween party two months after their breakup, they’re reminded of how rude, infuriating, and utterly perfect for each other they are.

11) Love And Chaos | Explicit | 16244 words Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

"You did so good, baby." The pet name had escaped his lips without warning and it left a sweet taste on Harry's tongue. He didn't take it back and Louis didn't complain. They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, both sitting against each side of the door, their soft breathings becoming one. When Harry stood up to go to his bedroom, he heard Louis shuffle behind the door. He thought for a moment that Louis was going to open it, but only a soft whisper came. "How are we going to survive this?" Harry didn't know what he was implying, whether it was the future of the world when a virus was decimating the population, or the two of them getting stuck together in this quagmire. So he didn't answer. He quite agreed with Louis on one point. What was worse than staying locked in for weeks with your future ex-husband?   Stuck together during a Covid-19 lockdown, Harry and Louis have no other choice than to fall in love again

12) Your Little Flower | Mature | 17600 words Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Louis is the tiny spring fairy, too bad he falls in love with the bulky human who owns the pretty garden in the village.

13) Moonlit Reverie | Explicit | 20961 words Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Louis has always dreamed of getting kissed under the Eiffel Tower since he was a child. After ending a long-term relationship, he decides to treat himself to his dream trip to Paris and finds a lonely handsome stranger staring at the Eiffel Tower surrounded by other couples. He never thought he would ask a complete stranger if they could kiss under the glowing tower without even knowing each other but there he was.

14) Forever Young | Explicit | 23504 words

In a world where everyone has wings, but no one can see them, Harry is different. All his life, he’s known what others don’t, but when he moves to a small village outside of the city, could the enigmatic bartender with the beautiful blue eyes be about to change all that?

15) Love’s A Risk | Explicit | 26402 words Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Harry made life clearer, he made Louis happy, he canceled out the complications and made Louis feel secure. Louis hadn’t ever had that and he was sure he didn't want to lose it. He just wasn’t sure how to keep it. Or Harry and Louis don't really know each other but end up married while on holiday in Monte Carlo.

16) Player | Explicit | 28284 words Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Louis’ job should be simple. Harry Styles, one of the top ranking tennis players in the world, is every publicist's perfect client. He’s charismatic, enigmatic, and fit as fuck. The darling of the media, a national treasure, and a sponsor's wet dream. He’s also a goofball with the kindest heart, sweet, and polite, and singularly focused on achieving his goals. There are just two minor problems. Firstly, Louis' debilitating crush on said client. And secondly, Harry has just accidentally Instagrammed a picture of his dick to his 18 million followers. So no, Louis’ job is anything but simple.

17) Heart's Bleeding And Dripping Of Hope | Explicit | 32988 words

On a cold night in December, Louis Tomlinson is murdered. He wakes up even colder than the breeze and hungry for something that is not food.

18) Call Me By Your Name And I’ll Be Yours Forever | Explicit | 33002 words

"Or maybe you just don't like the idea of being tainted. You don't want to loose your purity right? Is that what you want, Baby? Maybe you love being empty and pure too much." Louis mewls and shivers at the hand that gripped his thighs tighter, he whimpers licking his dry lips, "I do want to be yours. Don’t wanna be pure and empty anymore." He murmurs, legs spreading further more for Harry and Harry shakes his head, "You already are mine, Little Blue." When the universe wants to let you meet the one person created for you, it'll happen. No matter the time no matter the consequences you will meet your soulmate when the stars and planets and galaxies collide.

19) A Hopeless Connection | Explicit | 33962 words Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

In a world where everyone has a soulmate, what do you do when you don’t have one? As soon as Louis Tomlinson was born, his Timer, the one that determined when he would meet his soulmate, was already at zero. He’s spent the last twenty-five years of his life looking for that void to be filled with faceless strangers. Can he still find love?

20) You Wish I Was Yours And I Hope That You're Mine | Not Rated | 37038 words

The one where Harry's a bit strange and Louis doesn't give up easily. Of course, they fall in love.

21) Best Colours For Your Portrait | Explicit | 37717 words Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Louis bites his lip in, his eyes leaving Harry's face, they are cast low as he takes a deep breath before sighing, "In solitude, I felt the liberty you spoke of." "But," The omega glances up, his eyebrows twitching as he brings his face closer to Harry's neck to overpower the alpha's scent with his scent, "I mostly felt your absence."

22) Wild Hearts Run Free | Explicit | 42978 words

Harry is an alpha who is harbouring a dark secret, one that has forced him into self-imposed isolation, far from civilization and far from temptation. Louis is an omega who has fought the predispositions of his secondary gender his whole life and suddenly finds himself cast aside by his beta partner, leaving him to question his place in the world. When fate and Mother Nature conspire to trap the two strangers together, will Harry’s worst fears be proven, or will Louis find a way to break down his walls and lead him into the light?

23) Somebody To Love | Explicit | 51471 words Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

A hesitant fist hovers, ready to knock on the hard surface, when suddenly the door swings open revealing a small child with a huge smile plastered on her face. “You’re here, finally!” She beams up at him, haphazardly brushing her orange hair away from her eyes. He can’t help but let a grin fill his face at her anticipation. Bunching his pants at his ankles, he crouches down to her level. “You must be Margret.” “Actually, only my daddy calls me that when I’m in trouble,” she explains with an assertive tone. “So you can call me Margo.” “Well, Margo, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Louis.”

24) Untamed Hearts Align | Explicit | 55786 words Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

For as long as Louis has known her, Lady Margaret Tomlinson has had two aspirations for the remaining years of her life. The first was to out-dress the Duchess of Kent at every soirée and gathering. The second was to marry off her omega nephew to the most honorable – and highly ranked – alpha suitor she could find. He does not expect for her to arrange a marriage between him and the crown prince, and he certainly does not expect to fall for him. Everything changes when Harry disappears.

25) From Chaos | Explicit | 62764 words Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

“Your majesty, is everything okay?” a man, fully covered in a black armor from head to toe, harshly opened the door. Louis’ breath hitched, not quite registering the honorary term the man used for him but fully recognizing two things; first, the black crown of thorns on top of his head, making the dark veil that covered his face sit in place. There was a symbol on his chest, two serpents intertwined in what appeared to be a circle, who represented Orcus' connection with life and death. A reminder to everyone in the order that death was constant, and infinite. The man who stood in front of him, tense and alert, was a knight, an Orcus’ knight. Louis took an uneven breath. What type of nightmare was this? Tale as old as time, a villain falls in love with an already taken hero who only wants to kill him.

26) Pledge To The Wretched | Explicit | 95946 words Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

In the process of solving a murder, Louis falls in love with the man responsible.

27) You’ve Got A Higher Power, You’re Once In Any Lifetime | Explicit | 113444 words Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Giving up and letting them think they're right were never valid options in Louis Tomlinson's mind. In a society full of prejudices, finding a family and being accepted, also seemed like an unrealistic utopia. Louis sets out to do what no other of his kind ever has before and in doing so, he finds love, friendship and more about himself than he thought he would.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here. You can find other monthly roundup fic rec lists here.

#bottom louis #top harry #larry #fic recs #blp #monthly fic recs #blp fic recs

[kit-herondale-blackthorn]

A summary of the Valentine’s Day live with Cassie

- We won’t be seeing the Whispering Room scene from James’ POV before end of March; Cassie said it may be better that we read it after Chain of Iron because we’ll learn much more about what James is thinking and feeling

- Valentine’s day: Matthew would go all out, James would make it very thought out and personal, Anna would make it fun, Alastair “never thought of giving anyone a valentine in his entire life so he’d have to work it out from first principles”, Thomas would prefer to do something together rather than give a gift, Christopher would forget

- Chain of Iron silhouettes are: Cordelia, Lucie, James, Matthew, Christopher, Thomas, Alastair, Grace, Jesse, Anna, Ariadne, with one of them being shared between two characters

- The events of “One must always be careful about books” take place during Chain of Iron

- “Matthew is always falling in love with people he can’t have, that’s his thing; and Alastair is always sabotaging himself” - when talking about complicated relationships in TLH

- The Chain of Iron scene Cassie is most excited for people to read: When Elias comes back, James has dinner with the Carstairs family, and Alastair does something unexpected then - this thing that Alastair does is what Cassie is excited for us to read and respond to; also several scenes with Cordelia she’s excited for us to read, and a big action scene where everyone is fighting together (including Anna and Christopher)

- About writing character interactions: Thomas and Alastair’s interactions are “goals”, but even Thomas and Anna interacting have a fun dynamic

- TLH is challenging because most characters have loving and stable families who are always interested in their whereabouts, which doesn’t help with sneaking around and fighting evil

- Cassie’s favourite spot in London is the Borough Market, which is also where the London Shadow Market is placed - there’s a big scene in ChoI where they all go to the Shadow Market

- Will probably lost most of his Welsh accent, having lived in London for so long

- ChoI ends with an emotional cliffhanger rather than a LoS-type cliffhanger

- Church is not around with Magnus in Chain of Iron, but maybe we’ll see him in Chain of Thorns

- Eugenia’s story shows the dangers of gossip, where someone says something about her that may not be true, which in turn ruins her reputation

- One thing James likes about Cordelia is that she likes him exactly the way he is; Cordelia values James’ kindness; “she thinks about the bits of him that she likes a lot in Chain of Iron ans he certainly thinks about her” - this was in context of physical appearances

- There is A LOT of kissing in Chain of Iron (Cassie says the saying “the second book is the make-out book” is true for TLH)

- Re new characters: No Morgensterns appear; we see Eugenia return and get to know her a bit more, we see how her and Thomas are coping after losing Barbara

- Elias’ relationship with his family is addressed in ChoI

- There is a fun scene in ChoI that involves James and Farsi that Cassie thinks we’ll really like; Cordelia teaches him a lot about Persian culture and the meanings of certain spoilery things

- Cortana is important; the fact that Cortana was able to wound Belial made Cordelia more interesting in Cortana’s history and abilities

- The Fairie blades Matthew, Anna and Cordelia got from Malcolm in ChoG are not important; the Blackthorn sword is important and we’ll find out why we don’t see it in TDA, why the Blackthorns don’t have it anymore and what happened to it

- We’re gonna learn Cordelia’s, Alastair’s and James’ middle names in ChoI

- Matthew will tell someone about his secret, which will make his relationship with this person more solid

- Lucie doesn’t lose her optimism but goes through some difficult stuff; she thinks Belial is deeply sexist

- Grace believes she doesn’t have tender feelings for anyone or anything because Tatiana brought her up to believe that; we will learn a lot more about her, her growing up, ans her history with Jesse in ChoI

- “Matthew has coped with having a great secret by being a cheerful drunk, Alastair copes by being grumpy”

- Alastair’s grappling with the return of his father and trying to convince the Merry Thieves that he wants to make it up to Thomas and the rest of them while still being his grumpy self, as he’s not someone who “lays his heart out at other peoples feet and let them walk on it”

- Lucie “mostly” doesn’t tell anybody about Jesse, at least not anybody that we would think of - but that doesn’t mean people don’t find out anyway

- We see Anna and Ariadne spend time together and have an interesting and pretty intense relationship

#chain of iron #coi #the last hours #tlh #cassandra clare #tsc

[abumbledbee]

Tubbo and Wilbur’s Parallels

tw/ mentions of death / suicidal ideations

“If I can’t become the next Schlatt, then you can’t become the next Wilbur.”

This is a quote from Tubbo, given just before the exile arc began, when he was arguing with Tommy. Tommy accused him of acting like Schlatt because he was putting the nation's needs before him. Tubbo, offended at the comparison, reminds Tommy that he is acting irrationally, and is reminding Tubbo of Wilbur.

When we speak of parallels between Tubbo and Tommy with Schlatt and Wilbur, we’re often inclined to compare Tubbo with Schlatt, because they worked together so closely during Schlatt’s reign, and the complicated relationship between them which ultimately ended up with Schlatt having Tubbo lose a canon life for his betrayal. And due to Tommy and Wilbur's close relationship before and up to Wilbur's betrayal, it's easy to draw comparisons between them as well.

But I think we often overlook a lot of similarities between Tubbo and Wilbur that are worth delving into more, and the farther Tubbo goes with his character the more comparisons I keep catching. At this point I think Tubbo's character parallels Wilbur's far more than Tommy's does.

Wilbur was the founder of L’Manberg, and its first president. It’s a nation he built from the ground up, which started as nothing more than a front for his drug lab but grew into something bigger and more meaningful than Wilbur ever planned for. While on the server he found love (?) and had a child, Fundy, and then things began to get rocky as they fought for their independence against Dream.

Ultimately Wilbur fails to protect L’Manberg and their independence is bought by way of Tommy sacrificing his discs in return. Wilbur ends up losing his country by way of being exiled when Schlatt wins office, and we watch his descent into madness as he realizes how much he cared for the country and how no matter what he does, what it once was is gone forever in his eyes. The Pogtopia arc originated with Wilbur trying to come up with a plan to secure his presidency again and to reclaim his country. It ends with Wilbur refusing his original role and ultimately destroying the very thing he created along with himself because he couldn’t bear to see what it or himself had become.

In Wilbur’s darkest moments we see them play out on screen, his button room is one of the most iconic scenes we got during this period of the storyline. Wilbur in an enclosed space, surrounded by the signs reminding him of what L’Manberg once was and what it would never be again. He's hounded by his thoughts, his mental state shattered and he no longer believes there's any other course of action.

Ultimately this is his final resting place, the room where he sets off the TNT that destroys L’Manberg for the first time. He begs his father, who had just arrived to the server because he was worried when Wilbur stopped sending him letters, to kill him. And Phil does.

L’Manberg’s story does not end here, despite what Wilbur did. It begins again, with Tubbo and a crater. We talk about Tubbo being president of L’Manberg as though he was just taking on the role and a nation the way Schlatt did, but in reality, he founded it again. Tubbo, along with Phil and others, REBUILT an entire city on the rubble of its former life. Tubbo’s L’Manberg is in fact nothing like Wilbur’s, except for the parts Tubbo purposely recreated, like the camar van.

The major difference in their takes on presidency is that Tubbo did this for Tommy, for Wilbur, for the original citizens. He took on the role of President out of duty to Wilbur who passed it down to him when he felt unfit to rule again. He did his best on behalf of everyone who fought on Pogtopia's side, to reclaim a nation they all had lost. In the end he lost it one final time, chunk errored by way of Phil, Techno, and Dream.

And from here on we see a new Tubbo. The bright-eyed, president-elect is no more, and instead he begins to isolate himself from the main server. He retreats to a snowy biome separated by water, and builds a house and gives it a name. Snowchester. Now, most people wouldn't give just a house a name. Even from the start Tubbo was creating a new community, without even realizing. Eventually Snowchester grew to be a legitimate colony of its own, with Jack Manifold, Foolish, and Puffy all moving in and setting up shop. He declares independence, and in doing so, decides he must ensure it any way possible. He's seen what happened to Wilbur's L'Manberg, how helpless the other man was in keeping it safe. He knows he failed his own L'Manberg, and he will not let it happen again.

He hatches a plan with Jack, and the answer is.... Nukes. A bomb, in other words. But instead of using it to destroy his nation, it'll be used to protect it. Tubbo designs it, and they ensure it works with a test launch before decommissioning the remaining two. Time passes and eventually, he's opening up to people again. Tubbo marries Ranboo and they adopt a child together.

Suddenly it's not just Tubbo, it's Tubbo and Ranboo, Tubbo and Michael, and then Tommy is gone. It's shocking, and unexpected, and he doesn't believe it at first. He's been so beaten down under Schlatt's regime he no longer openly shows his emotions, the closest we get to seeing his true grief during this time is when he stares at the memorial he just finished for Tommy in Snowchester. Then comes the anger.

He wants to know how this could've happened, he tries to investigate it, but before he can get too deep into it, Tommy's back. Revived, and Tubbo has had to experience losing him and gaining him back again twice now. Inevitably, like with most of Tommy's plans, Tubbo is roped into his next one. And it's a doozy. Tommy reveals that he wants to kill Dream, to ensure he can never revive anyone else, and Tubbo reluctantly accepts.

One of the most troubling moments during his investigative time was when he made a room for him to fill with his notes and evidence. At first glance it is deeply reminiscent of Wilbur's button room, the walls covered in signs and his lectern in the middle of the room mimicking the button. Because Tommy returns before he can get further in his investigating we'll likely never see this room again, but seeing him make it to begin with filled me with unease.

Tubbo has lost his fear of death. It's first noticed at Doomsday, when he defeatedly jumped in front of Techno's rocket launchers over and over again. We see inklings of it again and again, such as when he scoffs at his chat begging him not to investigate Techno for the TNT at the prison, saying he'd die. Tubbo just replies with "So be it." and continues on. We see it again when he and Ranboo investigate the Eggpire and get caught, and he continues to fight with them until he's only got a few hearts left. He mentions feeling exhilarated, full of life from almost losing his last. It's a reminder of the violent life he's had til this point, his time in the SMP filled with war and bloodshed since the very beginning. He's not afraid to fight despite being on his last life, in fact at times he seems almost ready to end it all.

Yesterday's lore stream was unsettling in a few different ways. The first being Tubbo casually mentioning how his eyes play tricks on him. It's a throwaway mention towards possible hallucinations or paranoia. He also refers to himself as paranoid later on when he's worried someone's hurt Michael, and it bothers him so bad that the next minute he rushes over to ensure Michael is safe. He is willing to do whatever he must now, to ensure Michael can grow up safely, much like Wilbur wanted for Fundy, with no Dream to terrorize the server any longer.

Wilbur's initial wish for L'Manberg once it was fully formed was for it to be a nation his son could grow up safely in, with all the possibilities at his fingertips, until their independence was threatened and he had to focus on leading an army instead of being a father.

But even more upsetting than that, is Tubbo's admission to how he designed the nuke. He tells Jack after one is stolen that there is a manual detonation option, a dead man's switch. He designed the bomb to have a suicidal solo detonation option as a last resort, so if he ever needed to use it and Jack wasn't there he could take matters into his own hands. Tubbo was so ready to ensure if something happened to his self-made colony he could deal his revenge even at the cost of his final life. His reasoning for making the nukes was not for self-defense, it was so he could finally take a swing back at whoever took from him again. He'd seen L'Manberg destroyed twice by people who initially sided with it, had 2 canon lives ripped from him by way of betrayals. He might not have thorns on his armor but by god will his death have them, and heaven help whoever is on the receiving end of his suicide-start nuke.

This mimics Wilbur's final steps but from the logical, more level-headed mind of Tubbo. He's created a bomb, a weapon of destruction he's willing to die with. Wilbur wanted to die with L'Manberg, Tubbo is willing to die for Snowchester.

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