#no one wants anymore haikus

[auguststormstories]

8-26-23

Your Majesty

I regret to inform you

That you are a fool

#august #storm #stories #haiku #fool #damn #dreary #same old shit #can't make it work #hurry up and kill me #i don't want to live anymore #I hate my fucking life #I wish I was brave enough #trans #ugly #not feminine #no one takes me seriously #I hate everything about myself #suicide #hate #fear #rain #no rain #no sky #no story #just

[felixcloud6288]

With the Reddit API change about to take effect, I want to mention a few things that I've seen that are likely to change or go away.

First of all, there's multiple bot accounts used for moderation, user tools, or plain fun. Everyone here loves haiku-bot. Reddit has u/haikusbot which does the same thing. The API change means it won't work anymore. There's also u/RemindMeBot which you can ping to set reminders. One useful bot due to repost karma-farmers always being an issue is u/RepostSleuthBot which can scan Reddit to see if a post has previously been uploaded. There's also u/SaveVideo which can create downloaded video files of posts. So the API changes mean losing a lot of user tools.

Then there's site specific bots like u/Roboragi which posts links to anime/manga sites for people. r/lotrmemes is filled with tons of bots of various lotr characters (and Robert Baratheon) and the bots will have full conversations in the comments. So the API changes means an end to a piece of some subreddits' culture.

And finally there's u/automoderator. This is a major tool used by mods to manage the subs. u/automoderator is used across multiple subreddits and has various functions per sub. One simple task is to check if a poster has a certain minimum karma, thus preventing spammers from casually brigading a subreddit. It can also auto ban users who post to certain subreddits which keeps out certain political views (or maybe two subreddits are just having silly wars with each other). Also, it can auto-comment important messages to posts.

So this change is going to destroy a lot of the internal charm of the site and it will also open the flood gates to bots, scammers, and all sorts of horrible things that mods can only barely hold back, especially on the huge subs, political subs, and any minority support subs.

#reddit api #current events #reddit blackout #reddit drama #original post

[missnancywritesfanfic]

Music Festival Ft. Anemo Boys

Characters: Venti, Xiao, Kazuha, Heizou, Wanderer(Scaramouche), Aether

Contains: Modern AU, extreme fluff, drug use(kazuha), suggestive(wanderer)

A/N: I'm glad the first was so well recieved, good news I have another! Enjoy 💗

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VENTI - Somehow Got On Stage

At first, you thought you'd lost him in the middle of a mosh pit. You're turned around more times than you could count and trying to find his vibrant aqua braids in a sea of neon is hard. This is until you hear the speakers boom.

"Hellooooo Mondstadt!"

Your attention is pulled back to the stage where you see him, front and centre with the mic in his hand. Your jaw drops at the sight.

Even from this distance, you can see his cheeks are flushed. He's clearly drunk. How did he get on stage? How was he allowed on the stage??

"This song's dedicated to the love of my life!" Venti points down to the mosh you're wrapped in, you swear his eyes lock with yours. "I love you, baby!"

Your face flushes, your heart flutters. It's not just the heat of the crowd effecting your anymore. Tears spring from your eyes as you yell back with a huge grin.

"I love you too!"

XIAO - Chilling On The Beach

You both sit on the sand, letting the waves touch your feet. You lean against his shoulder, silently playing a conch shell you found earlier.

You'd agreed to join your friends at this concert but unfortunately, it was rather overstimulating for Xiao so you decided to bring him on a walk.

The concert is still in full swing a ways from you. The cheering of the crowd and the live music echoes on for what felt like forever.

You look back to Xiao who's focus is glued to the ocean waves. It's a rare sight to see him so tranquil. You swear you can see the faintest smile on his lips as he plays with the sensation of sand between his toes.

His focus breaks when you silently hand him the conch, and gesture for him to hold it to his ear.

He does so, confused at first, but then his eyes go wide at the music he hears inside. His cheeks are dusted pink, bewildered at the sound, but his eyes glow a little more.

You gave him sounds of the sea to help drown out the screams of the crowd.

KAZUHA - Getting High With Strangers

Gatherings like this are nothing new to him, he finds it to be the best way to relax and connect with others. And you decide to join him.

Whether you yourself get high or not, you both sit around a bonfire with a bunch of people you'd just met from all walks of life. Party animals, first timers, 9-to-5 workers getting their first day off in forever.

And you two, the young lovers, cuddled up against one another as the sun's setting and the concert is mellowing out.

Kazuha keeps an arm wrapped around you, to shield you from the cold and partially to keep himself grounded. The entire time he listened to the shared conversation buzzing from one topic to another.

But he can't help focusing on the warmth you emanate. Maybe it was wrong to assume you needed protection from the cold night, when you produce enough heat for the both of you.

"Kazuha?"

He hums and opens his eyes, not realizing he's dosing off and leans his head on yours. You chuckle softly and brush a strand of hair from his face.

"I was just telling them about the poetry nights."

"Ah, yes, a wonderful event. My little bird creates such beautiful haikus."

Your face flushes at his praise.

"I meant your own poems, babe..."

HEIZOU - Slow Dancing With You

He can't help himself. Especially when it's you.

You just look so beautiful he has to hold you and sway to the music playing. And you melt right into his hold and let him guide your moves.

You remember this song. It was playing when you two went on your first date. Not quite the same atmosphere, definitely a unique first encounter, but thinking back makes you happy you stuck by him.

After a tough case, you offered your company and took him out for fast food and light chat. It was nothing special. You just wanted to see him smile, even if it were for a short time.

There was a car nearby with its windows rolled down, and the radio was blasting, at the height of summertime. You remember clearly the chipper tone you carried.

"Aaah, I love this song~"

Heizou turns you around so he can lie his head in the crook of your neck. You happily placed your arms around him and press a kiss into his hair.

You jump at the butterfly kisses he starts leaving on your neck.

"Heizou, there are people around us..!"

He snickers and keeps decorating your skin with kisses.

WANDERER - Making Out In The Car

Your favorite song is playing, and you're blindly searching for your phone that's buzzing on the car floor. But you nearly miss it while locking lips with your (very greedy) partner. You finally manage to catch your breath and pick it up, weakly hitting his shoulder, hoping he'll slow down on kissing your neck.

Your friends are calling, but before you can answer he takes the phone from you.

"Ah-" You whine and try to steal it back. You can barely concentrate with his hands feeling you up underneath your shirt. "Th-They're calling, I need to-" You wince as he sucks along your collarbone.

"They can wait."

He suddenly pulls you flush against his chest as he sits up, his lips still teasing your vulnerable neck. You wrap your arms around him.

"Did you want to stop?"

You shake your head and take a breath, relaxing into his touch and embracing his kisses. "Good." He turns you around and lays you down, the hand under your shirt trailing up your thigh and kindly guiding your legs to wrap around his waist.

You find yourself unable to breath again. He presses his forehead to yours, looking you in the eyes. You swear he can hear your heartbeat right now.

"Now quit your yapping and let me work."

AETHER - Checking Out Food Booths

Over seasoned meat. Fried rice. Hot dogs. Burgers. Alcohol. Soda. Ice cream. Squid. Pita pockets.

If there's one thing that Aether and Paimon are excited for outside of seeing their friends performing at this festival, it's all the food booths that'd be set up for the attendees.

He takes your hand and brings you to every single booth, he insists that you try at least one of each dish offered.

This was also the first time you'd have the opportunity to meet a bunch of his acquaintances from his travels. Unlike Aether, who had work that took him world wide, you stayed local.

Watching your boyfriend interact with so many people, and see him speak a multitude of languages on the fly is definitely a sight to behold.

You'd be lying if you said your heart didn't flutter at the sight. Just when you think he couldn't get anymore attractive.

"Hey (Name), check it out!"

You blink. He suddenly appears in front of you holding three tri-color dango sticks and a huge grin on his face.

"On the house, just for us~"

You giggle and happily take one from him. You plant a kiss on his lips as thanks.

Bless his heart. He's too cute sometimes.

#reader insert #genshin impact #fluff #genshin x reader #wanderer x reader #writing #genshin #genshin impact wanderer #venti x reader #xiao alatus x reader #heizou x reader #kazuha x reader #aether x reader #traveler x reader #modern au #suggestive #romance #tw drugs #genshin scenarios #scenarios #genshin headcanons #5wirl x reader #6reeze x reader #anemo boys

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for using a poem I wrote for my ex-girlfriend to apply for a scholarship?

I'm pretty sure that I'm not TA here, we're still on good terms anyway and it's unlikely she'll ever even find out about this unless I outright tell her, but I'd like to know if I'm committing some grievous social faux pas here.

So. I (21F) met my ex-girlfriend, who we'll call Jolene (22F) online a couple years back. The specifics of how we met will make it immediately obvious to anyone who knows either of us that it's me writing the AITA post, so I'm going to leave those out, but we were friends for a while before she asked me out, and it's relevant that we became friends over writing. We hit it off pretty well for a while, to the point where I wrote a poem being incredibly gay for her despite not (then) being much of a poet at all.

And then I went to visit her in person. Y'see, she'd come to visit me in person the previous winter, and that went fine, barring the fact that I ended up being super overwhelmed by the end of the visit—suffice to say that I'm extremely asexual, and she's extremely not. This came to a head when I went to visit her, she constantly wanted to be hanging out and doing things, and I straight up could not handle that much social interaction with anyone for that long. It got to the point where I was straight up dreading being with her, so I took a step back, examined my feelings, and decided yeah, we'd probably be better off as friends or as queerplatonic partners or something nonromantic.

We're still on fairly good terms, I'd say? Though I still feel extremely awkward over the circumstances of said breakup, she can't change how she is and I can't change how I am, and she's really happy with her new girlfriend so. Hell yeah. We love to see it. (There's also the additional complication that I might be something approaching arospec, but. Y'know. Details.)

Fast forward to today, several months after our breakup. I'm applying for scholarships for my university. I happen to be going for an English major and one of the available scholarships involves submitting up to 5 poems of any length. I remember, abruptly, the poem I wrote for her, go looking in our DMs, and—yep, there it is. Still incredibly gay.

Between that and some haikus about wildlife (long story), that brings my count of poems up to four of the five total allowed. I haven't submitted the application yet, but I've only got four days left to, and I absolutely don't have to submit my extremely gay poem alongside the wildlife haikus, I'm looking at the application right now and it says up to 5 poems of any length, presumably implying that I can have anywhere from 1-5 poems in that document.

But... I really want to. I'm not romantically in love with Mabel anymore, and while our personalities don't mesh super well these days, I still care about her a lot and if this is some giant social faux pas I'm unaware of (I'm unaware of a lot of those, I've never gotten formally diagnosed with anything but I highly doubt I'm remotely neurotypical if that's relevant) and it feels kind of like a way of saluting the relationship that was good while it lasted?

Also, and possibly more relevantly to the scholarship thing, it's a halfway decent poem. Nothing award-winning, but I'll never get any scholarships if I don't try for them, y'know? ...And I kind of really need the scholarships, due to reasons best brought up in an entirely different AITA post involving my mom.

So. Uh. Yeah. I know what I'll be doing regardless, no way this gets a solid judgment before it's time to submit, but I do want to know if it's an AH move or not. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[sodamnradd]

Hermione is alone on the porch when he arrives.

Everyone is asleep inside, drowsy after Molly’s Sunday roast and countless bottles of celebratory champagne.

Her stomach twists into a thousand tiny knots.

“Congratulations.”

“Don’t,” she says sharply, another knot welling up in her throat.

Beneath the amber lantern, his eyes are bloodshot. The last time they saw one another, they were bright and melting, burning holes into her skin that she wished to fill with him.

He stuffs his hands into his pockets and stands there, looking at her.

She can’t stand the weight of his gaze, so she stares at her knee. At her hand on her knee. At the sparkling jewel nestled around the finger of her hand on her knee.

“I still read Muggle literature,” he says, sitting beside her.

They used to discuss Muggle books for hours, far past curfew, hiding in empty classrooms where nobody could find them.

She notices he’s holding a slip of parchment.

“Different material, though,” he resumes. “Poetry. You know how you would look at the oil landscape on the fourth-floor corridor and say a storm was brewing, but I envisioned it as the end of one?”

“It was literally titled ‘Brewing Tempest’.”

“Not,” he taps her knee with his, “the point.”

She smiles.

“Poetry is kind of like that. Imaginative. Inclusive. Even a stranger can read a few lines and feel at home.”

“Why haven’t you written to me?”

“I was giving you time to be with your friends. You missed them.”

“I miss you.”

The parchment rustles in his hands. It’s folded eight times over. He folds and unfolds it restlessly. “I’m not a writer.”

“I know that.”

“Neither are you,” he adds, insulted by how quickly she agreed.

She breathes a laugh. “I never claimed to be.”

“Do you know what a haiku is?”

“Did you write me one?” she asks, amused.

“No. But I found one that expresses how I’ve felt these last few weeks, watching you slip away. It’s by an American poet. Billy Collins. Maybe it’s too late to give it to you, but I knew I’d regret if I didn’t at least try—”

Hermione snatches it from his hands.

Draco rebukes her impatience, but he rambles when he’s nervous and she's brimming with curiosity.

“Where are you going?” she calls after him.

But he’s already halfway gone, shaking his head like he can’t stand to be there anymore.

Heart in her throat, Hermione reads:

He may compare you

to the dawn, but I

stayed up all night to watch it.

She reads it again.

Twice more.

And then she’s running.

“Draco!” she cries, afraid the pop of Apparation will go off before she can stop him. “Draco!”

It’s too dark and she hasn’t cast a Lumos spell and she can hardly see where she’s—

“Oof!” he gasps as she barrels into him.

It’s the sweetest sound she’s ever heard.

Hermione throws her arms around his neck.

“I made a mistake! I never should have said yes. You didn’t write, so I thought you didn’t want me. You never said anything at school. But I’ve felt this awful regret since the moment he put the ring on my finger and I know it’s because of you. I know—”

He cuts her off with a bruising kiss, pressing into her with such conviction, a thousand knots come undone. Hermione buoys.

The next day, Ron awakes, groggy and hungover.

Alone.

A letter sits on his bedside table. Hermione’s engagement ring sparkles on top.

(588 words, prompt: it's a poem, I read this haiku by Billy Collins and remembered this prompt and had to do something with it.)

#sodamnrad #dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #draco x hermione #hermione x draco #dhr #dramione drabble #drabble #sodamnraddrabbles

[izzuku]

「If I try my hardest, would look my way?」

summary: while searching the Golden Apple Archipelago with Kazuha, he realises how hard he's fallen for you over time. Once you're alone, the wind tells him it's time to confess.

characters: kazuha x gn reader

c/w: just pure fluff, kazuha has fallen hard, love confessions and 2.8 event spoilers(? Like, the location and that's it (probably short)

a/n: exploring the islands on the new event made me imagine a ton shit of scenarios and one of those was really cute. I won't tell anything until you read it but yeah, just imagine kazuha seeing you laugh and shine under the sun and he's like: "yeah, I'm deeply in love with them"

While Mona and Fischl were having a competition, Xinyan explained she would be preparing the camp. For your surprise she asked for Paimon's help so she had to stay.

“I'm going to explore a little bit, (name) , would like to accompany me?”

Kazuha's voice grabbed your attention. As always, he was so gentle with everything, even with the way he talked.

“Sure, it'll be better to go together in case you stumble across danger.” You returned his gesture with the same soft smile.

After some time using the Waverider you stumble upon some rocks in the middle of the ocean. These were a little bit far from the other islands but not enough to get lost. As you approached them, you got an idea.

“Hey Kazuha, let's stop there for a bit. I want to try something”

“Are you sure? These rocks are kind of big and pointy. I'll gladly help you reach up but please be careful”

“Don't worry, come on, it'll be fun I promise.” You reassured him with a smile. “Can you try and climb the waverider? I think you'll see me better from there.”

After getting out of the boat, he pushed himself on top while you started climbing up the rocks. He didn't notice how you were taking off your boots and socks and checking out the distance between the rock and the sea.

“Hey Kazu check this out!” His eyes darted to your figure jumping off the rock into the water, a big splash blocking his view until your head popped out of the bright blue sea.

A small yet sweet smile crept up his face when he saw you climbing up again. Oh how much he adored the sound of your laughter through his ears. He could only look at you like a lovesick wanderer.

“As bright as the own sun, dove. You always make me laugh with the cutest things.” His smile didn't falter when you walked up to him with the loveliest smile on your lips.

“Stop with that come on...you always come up with the right words...” You chuckled as Kazuha's fingers intertwined with yours, both faces really close to each other. You took one glance to the red of his eyes when he suddenly spoke.

“I've been trying...to express my own emotions through paper and ink...making haikus day and night. But I don't think words will be enough to express how I feel about you”. Your heart started pounding even harder when he took a hold of your cheek.

“If I try my hardest...would you look my way? Would you accept these strong feelings of someone who once thought that he couldn't love anymore?” His words stumbled a bit but it was clear enough that he felt the same way you felt about him.

Getting part of his clothes wet, you took a step closer, trying to close the space in between with a soft kiss yet full of adoration. It took a couple of seconds for both of you to end it but it was worth it when he saw you smile again.

“I think that you've tried hard enough since the first time we met.”

#soft headcanons #genshin imagines #gn reader #genshin impact x reader #izzuku #kazuha #kazuha x reader #kazuha x gn reader #soft kazuha

[glazemeda]

summary; you're in a bad mood after barely sleeping because of a nightmare the previous night, and your lover wants to cheer you up. characters; venti, shikanoin heizou, kaedehara kazuha, scaramouche. tags/warnings; comfort, very slight spoilers in scaramouche's part?, hugs and kisses. not edited.

Even if you didn't wake him up at night, VENTI notices fairly quickly when you aren't in a good mood. It won't take him long to assume that you didn't sleep well, as he likes to make you laugh and feel light before going to sleep.

This bard will give you some good morning kisses along with more compliments than usual. Then, he'll ask you if something happened before he woke up.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" His hands gently hold your face, making you look at him. "I can sing for you until you feel better."

If you aren't busy that day and don't want to talk about it, Venti will ask you if you want to take a nap, even if you just woke up. You need to rest properly!

He won't blame you if you snap at him, he knows he can be a little much. Still, he wishes for nothing more than to see your smile before the afternoon arrives, so he'll continue trying but a bit more careful this time.

He'll play his lyre for you, hoping that the music will help you. And if you are feeling slightly better, he'll tell you funny stories that he remembers. He won't go to Angel's Share until he confirms that you aren't in a bad mood anymore, as your smile is even better than wine.

HEIZOU is a detective, he'll be the first one to notice your unusual mood as soon as he wakes up. He's quick to realize that it was most likely a nightmare.

At first, he's a little hesitant, not entirely sure if he might end up worsening your mood, but after a few minutes he decides to be softer rather than playful like he usually is.

"Want to talk about it?" He softly whispers on your ear, a hand reaching to caress your own. "Let me cook breakfast today, I'll make your favorite."

Heizou doesn't cook often, but he knows that you like his food. He'll be careful to avoid making too much noise, not wanting to cause you a headache after barely sleeping last night.

He understands if you snap at him for something, it's natural to feel irritated by little things after a bad night. He knows you don't actually mean what you say.

The detective needs to go to work, so he won't be able to stay with you for long, but he'll tell you where he'll probably be so you can go join him if there's nothing dangerous around. He wants to remind you that he's there for you, no matter what.

Heizou will give you a big hug before he leaves, hoping that you'll be feeling better when he comes back home. If you want to talk about your nightmare later, he's all ears, and his arms will be there to hold you.

It's a surprise that you didn't wake KAZUHA, as he's a pretty light sleeper. When he wakes up the next morning, he's worried about you once he notices your mood.

At first, he wonders if he did something wrong, but it's discarded as you weren't angry the day before. He concludes that you didn't sleep well, and decides to ask you.

"Did you have a nightmare, dove?" His eyes are gentle, his touch on your arm even more so. "Don't hesitate to wake me up if you have another, so I can hold you until you fall asleep again."

He wants nothing more than to offer you comfort, and is careful around you so you don't end up saying things you don't mean. He understands how one feels after a bad rest.

Kazuha will hold you in his arms, either in silence or reciting some of the haikus that he wrote with you as his inspiration. His voice will most likely calm you down pretty quickly.

It's hard to stay in a bad mood around him, especially when he's so sweet with you. He'll offer to find a good place to take a nap later, outside, so nature can sing a lullaby and wish you sweet dreams.

Another surprise, as SCARAMOUCHE is also a light sleeper, and not the best situation. He's no stranger to nightmares and being in a bad mood during the morning, but he's not as soft as others may be.

The harbinger will most likely stay quiet, not knowing what to say and not exactly wanting to make your mood worse. He's not the most caring, but he's also not the type to bother his lover in moments like these.

If you snap at him though, that's a different situation. He won't let it slide, and you'll most likely argue before he decides to leave for work. His mood isn't the best in the mornings.

Once he comes back, a bit earlier than usual and with a small box in his hands, he feels a bit bad for leaving like that, even if he won't say it aloud.

"Here, I got this for you." He leaves the box in your hands, keeping a neutral expression. "Next time, tell me if you didn't sleep well. We can stay in bed a bit longer."

He won't offer direct comfort, but his words are clear enough. He wants you to sleep enough, and is willing to stay with you until you are able to fall asleep before he needs to go.

glazemeda 2022

#genshin x reader #scaramouche x reader #venti x reader #kazuha x reader #heizou x reader

[linkemon]

First meeting headcanons 2

Friendly reminder that English is not my first language. You can check my Masterlists both in English and Polish here.

AN (it's very hard to keep up with haiku syllables in English but I'm trying my best to modify my orginal poetry).

Scaramouche

✧ Living in Snezhnaya, it was a great honour to serve Tsaritsa. That's what you believed when you joined Fatui. Quickly climbing the career ladder, thanks to your vision, you managed to get into the branch of Balladeer himself.

✧ You fit in there like sore thumb and you hated it. With your healing skills among people who were so well trained they didn't even need you. You believed that you could do more in other teams full of less experienced fighters, but you preferred not to offend your superiors.

✧ Apart from the occasional salute, one of the first major interactions with Scaramouche was when his closest subordinate was injured. It was a serious wound and you knew it wouldn't last long. And yet the man told him to return to his mission. You couldn't take it anymore and told Scaramouche that man will be useless dead. You waited for his answer with your heart pounding. There was anger in his eyes but he waved his hand at you and walked away.

✧ You didn't enjoy your win for long. As an act of insubordination and defiling his authority, you were assigned to his tent, where you did all the paperwork for him.

Arataki Itto

✧ You've been having Onikabuto fights ever since you first put your baby hands on those worms. The girls laughed at you for liking insects. You felt bad about it but after a while you stopped caring about other people's opinion.

✧ When you grew up, your passion turned into a part-time job where you organized games, collecting small fees and bets. So it's no wonder that sooner or later Arataki Itto came to your humble arena.

✧ He called himself Future Best Super Ultra Tournament Winner. Looking at his oponent, you announced that he would get second place at best and you made him a bet. A group of gang members following him deposited their savings with immense faith in the boss.

✧ The boy didn't want to believe he lost. He reproached you for being unfair and against the rules for even participating in the tournament, and you just waved a piece of paper in front of his face with the rules. He turned all red and the group had to take him away from the scene.

✧ He solemnly promised that he would come back and defeat you!

Kaedehar Kazuha

✧ The first time you saw Kazuha was when he got on the Vision Hunt Decree's wanted list. As the person directly responsible to Kujo Sara, you were one of the first to be informed that he needed to be arrested.

✧ So you set off with your squad to capture him. You stayed with a small group of people on the hill to watch the action. And you definitely miscalculated. You were not the worst strategist and the samurai routed all your subordinates. Nervous, you announced that you were going to face him. Kaedehara almost managed to escape but at the last moment you blocked his way. You crossed arms.

✧ You had to admit that the clash was beyond your strength. Even your vision could not tip the scales of victory. And the soldiers stayed in the camp as you ordered because you didn't want to endanger them.

✧ Drops of sweat were running down Kazuha's forehead as he tried to keep up with you. The storm saved him in the end. One of the thunderbolts shot near you, stopping the fight for a moment.

With that haiku ringing in your head, he left you in the middle of a skirmish.

Very stormy day

Battle among maple leaves

In the wind your name

Lisa Minci

✧ Your thirst for knowledge drew you to the library. Coming from Sumer, for research purposes, you needed to expand your knowledge of Mondstadt. After all, you were supposed to spend a lot of time here.

✧ However, Lisa distracted you from the books. The librarian took an immediate interest in you, asking about your home, hobbies and marital status. That last one freaked you out. Especially after she called you cute.

✧ Oddly enough, all the titles you needed were rented. So, as a courtesy, the woman offered to tell you everything you wanted to know, as long as you accompanied her when she went out. Originally, you were just supposed to pick up a new shipment of books and ended up with a whole day of shopping, eating and walking.

✧ When she was arguing with one of the pushy customers in the tavern, you got up and poured your wine on his head. She admitted she didn't expect this from you. She stepped her high heel on his leg and you both left the money and left.

✧ When you took her to the square in the evening, she said that you can come to pick up your books tomorrow, she will surely find them overnight. Or maybe they never disappeared and she just wanted to spend time with you? You have to figure it out yourself...

#headcanons #genshin impact x reader #kazuha x reader #scaramouche x reader #lisa minci x reader #arataki itto x reader #scaramouche #x reader #kaedahara kazuha #lisa minci #over teyvat

[jacksprostate]

the Real fight club / the lighthouse au would have Tyler as Winslow/Howard and the narrator as Tom Wake, actually

forgive me for this jumbled mess but:

-homoerotic. power imbalance (tyler trapped in the narrator's head)

-like. its all tylers perspective being trapped in this useless rat's head

-Tyler's made to do to all the work

-the narrator obviously feels extremely beholden to tyler which seems at odds with how tom has all the power but truthfully it reflects that tyler ultimately is the narrators creation set to do all the things the narrator is too afraid and unwilling to do. all the dirty work. he isnt his own person, he is held to the narrator's rules

-boss = seagull. bad luck to kill your boss. i like my boss actually. the soul of a working man. brought too close to the devil. trapped. middle management

-seagull in the cistern is finding the narrator STILL pretends he likes his boss. lies to himself even now. pretends tyler is the one

-pale death treble dead <- narrators haikus

-mermaid=marla, trying/wanting to be heterosexual. a curse another has left for him

-prior murder = buried homosexuality. catches up to tyler

-the light = personhood

-the logbook: tyler could never truly measure up to what the narrator wants because the narrator himself will never commit to his own wants

-tom: fake sailor thing. the narrator is fake. stupid. nothing.

-winslow lies to tom about his past to hide his sins. tyler lies to the narrator about not being real. etc.

-tom talks about being married to the lighthouse (penis)/his job, better than a human wife.

-happy shit before missing the ship home: the bright and good times of expanding and enjoying fight club, narrator seeming to take on rejection of his job and lot in life

-getting trapped on the island: tyler realizes he cant surpass the narrator entirely. trapped. even fight club wasnt enough to turn him around, too, the narrator isn't truly rejecting shit.

-the damps got to the provisions: narrator cant really keep an actual job anymore even though he refuses to move forward from it

-the tenders coming <- tylers hope that the narrator can at all improve

-the buried alcohol - the last little bits fo the narrators participation in project mayhem

-you dont like me cooking :( ? - you dont like hanging out and wasting away in a delapidated mansion?

-youre fond of me lobster :( - you like beating me up right :(?

-sea curse: not in order really but same vibe as the narrator immediately deciding he needs to kill tyler asap since hes not real and that makes him verrry sad

-trying to break into the light then the lightbook dresser = trying to be a person as project mayhem leaderwhile the narrator is otherwise occupied

-the winslow breakdown 2nd jerking off scene. tyler losing it because he will never be a person. trapped forever with the most useless piece of shit. inherited all his problems.

-almost kissed. started fighting

-im tyler durden and im not a perfect god = im tommy howard and i killed a man. similarly tom does not want to hear it

-tyler takes on the narrators body bec he has to. winslow takes winslows name because he has to.

-dont leave me, chopping up the boat = narrator going to kill tyler for not being real

-dog scene. tyler reenacting the shit hes learned onto the narrator. cycle of violence

#fight club #the lighthouse #incomprehensible but #my girlfriend pointed this out and these were my notes as we watched the movie #it specifically relies upon realizing that tylers perspecfive of the situation is that of having the most pathetic and stupid yet #all powerful jailer

[thefinalcinderella]

Tsurune Book 3 Chapter 6 - Genuine (Part 2)

My brain as I was translating this: what is bro yapping about

also please don't ask me to clarify anything that happened in this chapter, i also have no idea. i'm pretty sure only the author knows 😂all i know is that they were definitely doing kyudo.

TW: suicide mention

Glossary here

Full list of translations here

Translation Notes

A saijiki is an almanac of Japanese seasonal terms used for poetry

Asahina's name (朝日奈) contains the characters for morning sun

Adults (成人) and saints (聖人) have the same reading (seijin)

A box-like structure where rain shutters are stored when not in use

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Masa-san, there’s something I want to tell you.

Don’t laugh and just listen to me.

The competitors from both schools met face to face at the prefectural finals. The sky began preparations to show off its triumphant end.

Asahina and Minato faced each other.

“Looks like ‘Minahead’ worked. Thanks.”

“Please don’t make surprise attacks like you did the other day.”

“Hahaha, sorry. The protection around you was strong, so that was the best I could do.”

Eddie pushed up his hair. “We have no need for superstition anymore.”

“That’s right, partner.”

Asahina and Eddie bumped elbows. They were like children who played a secret prank on their parents.

Haneina’s coach, Tsucchi, and Masa-san faced off.

“My archers are in top form. We’re going to win.”

“I don’t know about that. Kazemai can use the wind, after all.”

“I don’t want any funny tricks. Show us what you can do.”

“Go easy on us.”

The archers from both schools entered the shajo with orange and yellow-green headbands tied around their heads.

Haneina High School had Eddie, Matsuda, Kanuma, Igarashi, and Asahina.

Kazemai High School had Kaito, Ryouhei, Seiya, Nanao, and Minato.

They each stepped onto the shooting line and spread their legs.

The oomae of Haneina was Eddie. His golden hair fluttered in the sun. Spreading his white wings, the archangel descended upon the land of the east. The eccentric was an assumed figure, and the truth was revealed.

He objected to the strange land of Japan, where everyone wore matching outfits to find jobs. Who told them to wear black? Was it because it wouldn’t stand out even if they settled down in a graveyard? Those who prepared loyalty tests for the company would have been promoted and given a nice apartment. Ceasing to think for yourself was what politicians wanted you to do. Misguided servility made the conceited even more fattened. If you were going to dance the same dance, then dance in your own colors.

The arrow was aimed at the demon’s heart. But Eddie and Kaito hit the center.

Next was Matsuda on the second target. One day, a house party was held. The servants, who were usually unsmiling, broke out into big smiles as soon as the host appeared in the room. Before he knew it, everyone in the room had smiles pasted onto their faces. “Supporting the disabled is my purpose in life. We are very concerned about you. With this product, you can reduce your anxiety about your future,” they whispered, but the bow made no distinction between the disabled and the able-bodied. The love that asked for nothing in return was always there.

The released arrow shattered the window glass. Ryouhei followed as well.

Kanuma on the third target opened his haiku saijiki. (1) Beautiful phrases that reflected Japan’s weather, astronomy, geography, and human affairs were lined up side by side. The finely honed senses of their ancestors that resided in each phrase hadn’t faded away even now.

Words were twisted, woven, knitted, and tied together. Weaving brocade was the living wisdom and culture of creatures without fur. The clothes we wore revealed our environment and thoughts. Those who could manipulate words and know the hidden power of words could transcend the concept of time and fly to the moment at any time. Right now, Kanuma has composed a song.

Kanuma and Seiya summoned tsurune.

Brain, be deceived. Make a miracle happen.

Taking the sound of the matooto as a signal, Igarashi raised his bow. Anyone could step into his flower garden. Flowers such as bellflowers, gentians, and campanulas were preferred, and the bells rang when the wind blew. Bees and butterflies frolicked amidst the flowers, grass lizards and rainbow-colored lizards lay in the grass, and red-flanked blue tails rested on the branches. He picked the withered flowers and thinned out overcrowded foliage. A garden that took time to grow was a treasure. Igarashi applied that image to his own bow. He slept every night holding his bow, of which only one existed in this world.

As Igarashi and Nanao’s arrows flew, flowers bloomed along the path.

In the stands, Hanazawa, Shiragiku, and Seo gasped. Since there were a lot of hits in quick succession, they braced themselves so they wouldn’t miss the chance to cheer.

“Wow, it’s so beautiful.”

“Both schools are sparkling.”

“This is exactly what ‘brilliance’ is.”

The ochi Asahina, as his name suggested, was the embodiment of the sun. (2) His red hair burned in the twilight.

Fire.

Fire knew what you had done.

It also knew the name and face of your accomplice.

If you wanted to purify yourself, go to the sea. If you wanted power, go to the mountains. Whichever path you chose, he would be a torchbearer and a guide. Heaven watched the deeds of those who lived on earth. Three children were born out of the fire. At any given time, there existed something that recorded the events on earth. Memories that were passed down became stories.

Asahina and Minato released their arrows.

For the second shot, nobody missed.

For the third short, the sound of the matooto didn’t cease.

The wind blew through the kyudojo, where conversation and even breathing were taboo.

Where was the wind going? Who was it bringing with it?

A memory of a day he spent with Masa-san flashed through Minato’s mind.

Yata Forest, where the crescent moon hang in the deep blue sky. The sound of rustling leaves sounded like the trees were welcoming them as the two walked along the white path illuminated by moonlight.

“Masa-san, there’s something I want to tell you. I had a strange experience a long time ago. I haven’t even told Seiya and Ryouhei about it. They’ll probably think I’m crazy or just laugh at me and say I was dreaming. Will you listen to me?”

“I will.”

“You won’t laugh?”

“I won’t.”

Minato took a deep breath.

“I was a bit out of it that day, and when people told me that it was Setsubun today, I was like, ‘Huh?’ It seemed like I got the date wrong by a day, and I had no memory of the day before Setsubun.”

“Hmm.”

“After scattering the beans, I slept like usual, and the next thing I knew, I was paralyzed. My arms and legs were numb, and I couldn’t move my body at all. While I was panicking, I heard three sounds. It kind of sounded like something used in an old sci-fi movie. Then, all of a sudden, a beam of light hit me from right above my head to my feet with a ker-wham. Just as I was thinking Oh crap, what do I do, I heard the three sounds again, and then I was hit on the top of my head with a wham. I still couldn’t move my body, so I was thinking about reciting the Heart Sutra when my dad woke me up. Apparently I was crying out in my sleep.”

Masa-san’s eyes widened. He burst into laughter.

“So you laughed at me after all. I’m a chuunibyou even in my dreams.”

“No, I was laughing at the onomatopoeia. I wasn’t laughing at what you said.”

“Are you telling the truth?”

“I had a similar experience. I never told anyone about it, so it’s a secret.”

Masa-san began speaking.

I’ve told you before that when I was in my third year of high school, I got target panic and my master gave up on me. I’ve also told you that in my first year in university, my father sent me a notification of my brother’s death, but actually, when I was nineteen, I got into an argument with my master. I declared that I will never forgive the person who made my brother disappear and that I will take revenge, but my master just lectured me in the usual way, saying that revenge was a foolish thing and that my anger will burn me to death. I asked him why he had been ignoring it until now, and why is it that you, my own family, didn’t understand me. I showered my master with the hateful words that should have been directed towards my father. That ended up being our final conversation.

When I was twenty, in my second year of university, my master passed away. I overcame my target panic and received invitations from several kyudo schools to join them, but I had lost sight of the significance of drawing the bow. I kept asking myself why I was drawing a bow—and then I realized it. No, I finally admitted it. I wanted to be acknowledged as an archer by my “master Yasaka,” no one else. And that will never come true.

In the spring of my third year, I completed shooting a hundred arrows, but all I felt was a sense of emptiness. My father casually sent us letters, as if he was unaware of the despair and threat he posed to us. Was it okay to just do nothing? Would I have no choice but to take these negative feelings with me to the grave?

As summer approached, I began to deeply regret the last words I spoke to my master. Every time I entered the kyudojo, my body became stiff, and I found it hard to breathe. Before I knew it, I couldn’t sleep soundly, and the doctor’s comforting words and medicine didn’t make me feel better. My mother, unable to just watch, took me to a temple in Shikoku.

The chief priest was a quiet person. He read sutras in the morning and sat in front of the Buddha at noon and night. He would visit me from time to time, and we would talk about casual everyday things before going home. During that time, I remained lying on my bed.

Several choruses of cicadas passed by. Everything that lived was covered in shame, and I longed to disappear, but I couldn’t commit suicide for the sake of the family I would be leaving behind. At night, I closed my eyes, hoping that I would never wake up again. If I could at least forget everything, I could live.

I closed my mouth in the morning and laid down on the ground during the day and night.

Sleepless days. I couldn’t escape the memories that replayed over and over again.

One night, as I was looking back on my life and regretting every detail, I heard a voice coming from the upper left corner of my head. Just a single “Good.”

The two looked at each other and smiled.

It was a strange feeling of empathy with each other.

Ah, that’s right. Someday, when the time was right, I can tell others about this day. When the truth dwells in Minato’s words.

When Masa-san finished, he grinned.

This was a secret between master and disciple.

“Good.”

“Good.”

The sixth voice was heard.

With three scales, arrows of light descended from the heavens and pierced through Minato’s body. His whole body went numb and his head became hazy.

The sounds came again.

When he decided to “come,” the arrows passed through his body and spread from the soles of his feet to the ground.

Meigen. That was the sound of the dawn.

Three sounds and arrows of light fell from the sky.

The arrows of light pierced my body.

The ultimate goal of kyudo was “the true, the good, and the beautiful.” True archery didn’t lie, deceive, or betray.

Truth in archery was proven by the brilliance of the bow, the tsurune, and hitting the target. What was true was beautiful, and what was good was also beautiful. Once you met the genuine article, you would never be confused again.

Hayake—Yips was a state in which the body became warped due to accumulated fatigue and stress, and the brain ends up malfunctioning. That was why beginners didn’t get target panic. It occurred when the brain remembered the experience of failure so strongly that it issued an emergency alert every time those memories replayed. This became a regular occurrence, and if proper treatment wasn’t taken, it would only get worse. In archery, hayake was called “target panic,” and it was an accurate description of this sickness.

The solution was to regulate one’s breathing. It was to get rid of the distortions in one’s body and allow the brain and body to rest.

There were actually very few people who could maintain a natural and comfortable posture. Regulating the autonomic nervous system and improving the functioning of the central nervous system was the key to good health. The autonomic nervous system referred to the nerves that were responsible for unconscious processes such as pulse, breathing, and digestion. The sympathetic nervous system was dominant during the day, and the parasympathetic nervous system was dominant when sleeping at night. The central nervous system were the nerves that acted like a command center, issuing commands to various parts of the body.

Anxiety and fear were a kind of self-protective instinct. Once living things experienced something scary or painful, they tried to avoid it next time. When it was overreacted to, they became stuck in the memories of the past, worried about the future, and unable to take even a step forward.

When you drove a car, you got too scared to drive if you thought about what would happen if you caused an accident. You made sure you were in good physical condition and inspected your vehicle before driving. Even so, if you caused an accident, you would have to pay for it for the rest of your life. If you were willing to accept all of that, everything else would become possible.

Cars run on gasoline or electricity, but what did the human body need to move? Oxygen. Oxygen produced heat. “Breathing” was an important way to obtain oxygen efficiently. Because modern people breathed with their chests, they were unaware that they were about to drown due to the lack of oxygen in their brains.

Let’s slowly take a deep breath.

You could see what you couldn’t see before.

You could touch what you couldn’t touch before.

The days I spent with you.

The days I will spend with you from now on.

Who should I thank for this happiness?

Right now, I’m breathing.

Blessed are the creatures that shed their fur.

They have rented lodgings on earth and eaten many lives.

Now, I offer a moment of silence.

The fourth shot began. The ten’s heartbeats grated.

Gradually, slowly, the surroundings were dyed in green, like vines were creeping around. This place, with its spreading leaves and blooming orange flowers, was just like the earth after humans have left.

Those who gathered in the Land of the Rising Sun. Kaito, who had just been born, let out a single cry. The roar that announced the joy of birth hit right in the middle of the target.

Ryouhei also raised his voice. What beautiful stars, what delightful companions. Now, let’s set off. Let’s row the boat. What kind of place would the new continent be? What kind of encounters await us?

Seiya followed suit. I knew you were worried about me. I was taking advantage of your kindness. Thank you for being by my side. Thank you for getting angry.

Nanao was enjoying himself, happy, and sun—. The place I belong is where I draw my bow. I want it, I want it, I want it. But it didn’t come true. I got an abode that I should have given up sometime ago. Someone whispered to me that it’s okay to stay here, that there’s no need to leave so quickly. When he blew a whistle, the matooto resounded at the azuchi.

Minato was standing on the earth.

We are temporary residents who are renting a part of the earth.

His memory flew back to a few weeks ago, to something Saionji had said with blooming azaleas behind him.

“Narumiya-kun, please try to explain the ‘Heart Sutra’ to me.”

“Yes. The universe is emptiness. If you think something exists, it exists. If you don’t think it exists, it doesn’t exist. You can see it if you try to see it, and you can’t see it if you don’t try. It’s dyed in every color, and it’s not dyed in any color. The mind is emptiness. The mind is the body, and the body is the mind. Although they are considered different things, they used to be one and the same. The ‘box’ that is me contains all the necessary software. Now, recite the password called an incantation and open the box. The box will then start up normally.”

“That’s a bold interpretation. It’s very interesting. Continuing studying in that vein.”

“Thank you very much.”

“It’s not about right or wrong, it’s about how you feel. That is the answer of the current you. Religion was originally meant to be a guidebook to help you live a better life.”

The mind and body were the same person.

The heart was responsible for pumping blood, the stomach was responsible for digesting food, and the brain was responsible for thinking. All were functions of internal organs, and each had a role. It was just that the roles were divided, and it didn’t mean that the brain was the best and the others weren’t. Confusion arose because only the brain was viewed as special.

Humans tended to rely on vision when obtaining information, and were creatures who liked to take things apart before observing them. However, if you were too short-sighted, you would lose sight of the true essence. If you take a step back, you could see the whole thing. Man and woman, good and evil, the surface and below, real and imaginary numbers, joy and anger, sadness and healing, health and illness, life and death, meetings and partings. Dualism was just one classification method, and the classification depended on the time and situation.

The two couldn’t be separated. They were intertwined from the start.

They were one from the beginning.

A spell was a mysterious word that went beyond human comprehension. Although words could be shown to have special power, the basis for the current phenomenon couldn’t be explained. Because it was “power beyond human understanding,” it was difficult for ordinary people to understand, much less put into words. Just because you couldn’t see, hear, or quantify it doesn’t mean that it “didn’t exist.” It was only latent, not yet manifested.

A text that had been simplified by an expert in the field by only extracting the important points was, on the contrary, even more difficult for beginners to understand. Rewording the text into concrete episodes, in other words, accumulating stories, helps to deepen understanding. Stories were the perfect tool to convey something. It was hoped that someday, someone would explain it in an easy-to-understand text.

Minato and Asahina’s arrows pierced their targets.

Ten people. Forty perfect hits.

This was in the exact region of a hundred shots and a hundred hits.

Viewing this amazing scene, there was a standing ovation in the spectators’ seats.

Ren, who was watching in the stands, squeezed his hands. Seiya’s brother Gaku hugged himself.

“It looks cold. How long will this continue?”

“…I hope it doesn’t end like this.”

No winner was decided, so it became a shoot-out. Each archer released a shot, and the school with the most hits won. If it couldn’t be determined in one round, it was repeated until the ranking was decided.

The oomae had begun to raise their bows.

Roaring bows. Arrows that cut through the wind. Summoning thunderclouds, colorful dragons swam through the archery range.

Dizzingly clear paths of light bounce, dance, and splashed. Legendary creatures ran to the end without turning around or stopping. The “insect” contained in the kanji for “wind” and “rainbow” meant dragon, and although they were feared as gods in the East and monsters in the West, they weren’t influenced by human expectations. Each went their own way. Their colors and speeds were different, but they all arrived at one place—somewhere bright.

Once more, everyone hit.

The people watching the ten, who never missed, felt a thirst in their throats. What were they witnessing? Did something like this truly exist? Were they becoming witnesses to history?

Kaito, Ryouhei, Seiya, Nanao, and Minato faced the target.

The five melted into one and returned to that day. They were hearing Greensleeves.

Minato was talking to his mother in a dream.

“This song is about the moment when a disciple told their master the answer to a problem, right? I think the moment the master heard this, they smiled with joy.”

Greensleeves was a “Song of Naru.”

After completing his trials, the boy became an adult.

It was a rite of passage, an initiation.

Farewells and encounters were one and the same. On the winter solstice, the sun died and was reborn. Rather than having two sides, rather than being parallel, it was a chaotic thing that blended and mixed together. Today was like yesterday, and tomorrow was like today. Time didn’t exist there.

“Goodbye” was a magic word. It was devised from the beginning.

The sound of knocking on the door. A ringing sound.

Yearning, chasing, wishing.

Cowering, struggling, being doubted, despised.

Raging, despairing, cursing.

When you repent, mourn, accept death…

And give up.

Bow your head, love, and forgive. The door finally opens.

With a “welcome.”

Love meant forgiving yourself and others.

Could you embrace the person in front of you who you hated so much that you wanted to kill?

Those who cleared this final task were called “adults (saints)”. (3)

Admiration for the opposite sex and affection between parents and children were biological desires based on the perpetuation of descendants, and it wouldn’t be too difficult to love someone who had been kind to you. True friendship was rare and beautiful. Those who walked on the same path, master and disciple and friends. The two would be on a journey that would never end. The only difference was whether one went first or went later.

Even if one, two, three, or even four people finished, the match wasn’t decided.

The fifth, Asahina and Minato, began to raise their bows. They opened their chests wide and stretched their limbs in all directions. Two crosses emerged in the shajo dyed by the sunset. The boys flew into the sky. Migratory birds passed between the clouds, rivers meandering across the land, and cows grazing. A dragonfly rested its wings on the tip of an ear of wheat and flew away, seemingly uninterested in human activity.

A beautiful bow with a length unparalleled in the world. That was a divine implement. The sacred instrument inherited by archers chose its user. It looked for those with clear, unclouded eyes. The sun was a form of unconditional love. An existence that shined on everyone, both good or bad, without distinction. The Japanese called that star Amaterasu Oomikami.

When Minato’s arrow was sucked into its target, Asahina gently brought down his bow.

It was at that moment that Kazemai High School’s victory was decided.

Exclamations and screams arose at the long battle. The applause and cheers were deafening. In the stands, Hanazawa, Shiragiku, Seo, and Gaku were crying.

Kaito and Eddie, Ryouhei and Matsuda, Seiya and Kanuma, Nanao and Igarashi, and Minato and Asahina bumped gloves.

Asahina laughed. “That was so much fun. Let’s do it again.”

“Yeah, I had fun too.”

After they finished leaving the shajo, the first years Kanbayashi and Himuro ran up to them, and the members of Kazemai High School’s kyudo club hugged each other’s shoulders.

Minato and Kaito were screaming.

“Woooooooo!”

“Yeaaaaaah!”

“You don’t have to do your yagoe here. You’re hurting my ears,” Seiya chided them, but made no move to remove their hands from his shoulders. Ryouhei put his weight on them, causing the seven to lose their balance and collapse to the ground.

Nanao’s eyes were wet with emotion. It was not a little frustrating for him to be left out of the lineup in the preliminaries. He didn’t want to admit that he was frustrated, not wanting to show such an uncool part of himself, and unconsciously tried to keep up appearances. The other members all noticed this. They had the same feelings. Kaito, Seiya, Minato, Ryouhei, and even Himuro and Kanbayashi patted Nanao on the head. Nanao did the same thing back to them. Tommy-sensei watched the seven boys with a smile as they seemed to return to their childhood. Masa-san picked Nanao up and walked around with him. “Pick me up too!” Ryouhei badgered him.

The appearance of the Kazemai High School Kyudo Club was deeply etched into people’s memories.

After the awards ceremony, Kazemai prepared to go home. The support group that brought the cars walked ahead, followed by the club members. The championship cup was held by the president, Seiya.

The feeling of elation couldn’t be contained. The scenery they usually saw was more color saturated and lacked a sense of reality. On the stage of the finals, all five of them achieved six shots without missing. This was exactly a dream came true.

As they were leaving the kyudojo, the Kirisaki members came to congratulate them. The Young Prince’s eyes were more melancholic than usual.

Ryouhei put his arms around Kaito and Nanao’s shoulders.

“Ah, I’m still excited. I feel like running.”

“Alright, let’s run home.”

“You guys are gonna get wiped out if you do that,” Kaito said, but he couldn’t remain still either and started walking faster.

Minato, Kanbayashi, and Himuro formed the tail end of the group. After the match, they walked slowly from exhaustion.

“I’ve been inspired. I’m going to become an archer like Narumiya-senpai.”

“You’re making too much of me. I’m not even close to Masa-san or Shuu.”

“All three of you are amazing.”

Himuro nodded wordlessly.

“Kyah, I’m sorry!”

Someone appeared, interrupting Minato and the others’ conversation. A girl passing by bumped into him when he wasn’t looking, it seemed. The contents of the plastic bottle she was holding spilled onto Minato, and he wiped the liquid with his sleeve.

“Your collar got soaked. Do you want to change?”

“Some of it got into my mouth, but it seems to be just water. It’ll dry right away.”

By the time they finished loading their bags into the car, Minato felt sluggish. He felt nauseous, and his whole body was itching. When he looked at the inside of his arm, he saw that a rash had broken out.

“What’s wrong with me? I feel itchy, and kinda sick…”

“Your neck is turning red! Should I call Takehaya-senpai? He might have some medicine.”

“Ah, it’s fine. I’ll wait until we get back.”

But soon, Minato was crouching down in a corner of the parking lot. Seiya, noticing that Minato and the others were acting strange, rushed over. Minato was clutching his throat as he crouched.

“What’s wrong, Minato!?”

“…I don’t know, but I feel sick and lightheaded.”

“Could it be heatstroke? Do you have a fever? How’s your stomach?”

“It’s hard to breathe…my throat…”

His voice was raspy and his breathes came in short gasps. Nanao rubbed Minato’s back, and the other members formed a human barricade to guard him. From Seiya’s perspective, he was experiencing system symptoms such as nausea, sweating, dizziness, rashes, and shivering. What was going on?

Seiya’s brother Gaku, who had gotten into the car earlier, also ran over and put his nose on the back of Minato’s neck.

“Seiya, wait. It’s really faint, but he smells different than usual. …It’s an unpleasant smell. What is this, ginkgo fruit?”

Seiya and Ryouhei looked at each other.

“Minato’s allergic to ginkgo!”

“That’s right. A long time ago, when our families went to pick ginkgo fruits, we were shocked when Minato got a rash even though he never touched them with his bare hands.”

“But there aren’t any ginkgo fruits this time of year,” Gaku murmured. “Are these symptoms of anaphylactic shock?”

Seiya’s expression froze.

Anaphylactic shock was a condition in which an allergic reaction to food or other allergens caused a drop in blood pressure and deterioration of consciousness.

Masa-san pushed through the human barricade and went to Minato. He was lying limp in the laps of Kanbayashi and Himuro. His face was chalk white.

“Sorry about this, Minato.”

Masa-san suddenly lifted up Minato’s hakama and pushed something that looked like a thick pen into his thigh. There was a click sound. Seiya widened his eyes, and Kanbayashi blinked rapidly.

“It’s a self-injection of adrenaline. I’m allergic to wasp poison, so I carry it around with me.”

Gaku got out his phone. “Coach Takigawa, thank goodness. Don’t worry, I’ll get him to the hospital right away.”

The injection seemed to have worked, and after a while Minato was able to sit up on his own. His breathing had settled down, and it seemed that his life was no longer in danger. Minato was escorted to the hospital by the Takehaya brothers.

Afterwards, the dashcam in one of the parents’ cars parked in the parking lot showed the girl who was holding the bottle. Despite repeated appeals that the water in the bottle was suspicious, the case was shelved without much investigation, as it was assumed that Minato had just accidentally ingested food that he was allergic to.

Seiya had a pained expression on his face.

“I know someone whose hobbies include hacking into surveillance camera data and using AI to analyze internet articles. The girl from the dashcam is a Kuon devotee. We also confirmed contact between a detective and a Kuon family servant. Apparently, the detective got their hands on ginkgo fruits from a university lab. It seems like there are all sorts of people at Kuon’s house.”

“Why Minato?” Ryouhei asked.

“It’s probably jealousy. The Young Prince only has one brother disciple. No one can take Minato’s place.”

Hanazawa, Shiragiku, and Seo stamped on the ground in frustration.

“I can’t believe we can’t do anything even though we know that much.”

“It’s frustrating.”

“Yeah, I feel you. But wouldn’t it also be bad if the hacking is discovered?”

Masa-san, who had been listening silently until then, rubbed his cheek.

“We have to punish him hard for this.”

Kuon was spending the weekend at the villa.

“Has that woman’s identity been exposed? How useless. Hmm, no need to bother with a orthopedic surgeon’s son and a bunch of commoners.”

His phone rang, and the screen displayed a certain person’s name.

It was Fujiwara Shuu.

“Kuon Takumi, will you apologize to Minato?”

Perhaps it was because he was calling from somewhere far away, but there was so much noise in the background that it was hard to hear.

“What are you talking about? I’m on vacation right now. Do you mind if I ask you to refrain from calling?”

“He’s heading your way right now. I’m not going to be able to stop him.”

“He?”

Asahina and Eddie had pinpointed Kuon’s location. He was in a richly decorated mansion deep in the mountains. The heavy doors opened.

Masa-san leisurely walked from the central entrance to the front stairwell. A female servant of the mansion, suspicious of the smiling, cheerfully walking stranger, called out to him.

“Excuse me, sir? Are you a guest?”

“Hey there, young lady. I’m glad you seem to be doing well.”

“I’m afraid that I cannot let you through to the next room.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m very close to Takumi-kun.”

Masa-san smiled softly, and the servant felt cold air blowing on the back of her neck. Contrary to his words, his quiet anger was something that couldn’t be hidden no matter how hard he tried.

The woman screamed. “Takumi-sama, there’s a suspicious person here! Somebody help!”

Kuon sensed the man’s impending presence and hurried outside.

Masa-san got behind the men guarding Kuon and slammed his fist into the back of his liver. He dodged another man’s kick, and when he fell to the ground with a heavy thud, Masa-san jumped over the stair railing.

All the while, Kuon was running at full speed. His pursuer closed the distance in the blink of an eye, and Kuon, panicking, tripped on the grass and fell. Despite this, he still crawled on the ground, trying to escape, but couldn’t move forward.

Masa-san grabbed Kuon by the nape of his neck.

“Swear that you’ll never lay a finger on Kazemai’s students again.”

“O-Okay. I swear, so let me go first.”

When Masa-san loosened his grip, Kuon raised himself up and faced him directly. Immediately after, he saw the shadow of a muscular man behind Masa-san. Masa-san punched him in the face without looking back.

Kuon clutched at the soil.

“Who the hell are you!? There’s no way an ordinary person can do that!”

“I’m sure you know that I’m Kazemai’s coach. A long time ago, I learned self-defense. You don’t seem to realize what you’ve done.”

“Isn’t it just a little bit of itchiness? A long time ago, I had a classmate who got itchy after eating eggs, but it cleared up after a week. Isn’t this just a child’s adorable prank?”

“Don’t tell me that you’ve done the same thing in the past? Allergies can be life-threatening if you don’t take care of them properly. What you did was equivalent to poisoning him. Lately, I haven’t been able to control myself…whatever will I do?”

Masa-san put his hand in the inside pocket of his jacket. He took out a permanent marker, and after removing the cap, he placed the tip of the pen on Kuon’s cheek.

Approximately ten seconds later, Kuon’s face was covered with the same pattern as the one on the powder container Masa-san had received from his master. Yes, depending on how you looked at it, it looked like a bikini.

The look in Kuon’s eyes changed when he saw Masa-san turn on his phone.

“No way, you’re going to take a photo?”

“A souvenir. I borrowed the pen from Kazemai’s president, and it turned out to be a very tasteful picture, if I do say so myself.”

“You lowly citizen! I’ll call Father!”

“As you requested, I’ve already called him. ‘My foolish son has wronged your friend. Please scold him on my behalf,’ he said and invited me to this villa. Now that I’ve taken some pictures, I think I’ll send them to the Kirisaki twins.”

“Father would never… S-Stop it! Doesn’t Buddhism tell you to not take revenge even when something is done to you? Your real job is being a monk, isn’t it?”

“Everyone keeps calling me a monk, monk, monk. I’m not a monk, I’m a priest!”

As Masa-san’s finger was about to slide across his phone’s screen, the wind created by a helicopter made the leaves and branches of the mountains shake. It was a tremendous amount of dust. When he looked up, the door of the low-flying aircraft opened.

Shuu jumped down. His pale eyelashes were swaying.

“Kuon, if you’re going to use the power of your family, I won’t hesitate to borrow the power of my family as well. Have you forgotten my name?”

“…Fujiwara-senpai.”

Minato also peeked out from the helicopter.

“Masa-san, stop! Don’t do anything more than that! I haven’t learned pro wrestling yet.”

“Good grief, my disciples are always too soft!”

Masa-san and Shuu stood in front of Kuon, who bowed his head in resignation.

Young leaves danced in the sky.

Members of the Kazemai High School Kyudo Club gathered at the Yata no Mori Kyudojo.

A fleeting time of overnight practice. The warm sunlight that poured down upon them made them sleepy.

“Oh, what happened to the boys?” Tommy-sensei asked Hanazawa, Shiragiku, and Seo.

“They went to see the dormouse.”

Masa-san pressed his hand to his forehead. “They got too much power, don’t they? Let’s get started on dinner.”

“Yes.”

Minato and his friends were in the forest. They were standing in front of an old mountain hut.

Nanao pointed to the door of the hut.

“At dawn, I volunteered to go look for Miyama stag beetles. Then, I saw it there.”

“Wow, that early morning walk was all about collecting bugs? I’m glad I didn’t go,” Ryouhei said, patting his chest.

Minato asked him to let him sit on his shoulders and peered through the gaps in the tobukuro.* It was a nostalgic scene for Seiya, who was watching them from the side as he waited for his turn to sit on Ryouhei’s shoulders.

“You guys are way too big to do little kid stuff like this,” Kaito said to Seiya.

“You don’t have to look, Kaito.”

“…I guess it’s fine to take just one look.”

Keyaki and Kanbayashi were searching around for new discoveries, and Himuro was listening to the voice of the forest’s master.

The mountains were shining.

The mountains were singing.

By the time the owl woke up from its sleep, Minato and the others had dinner.

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#tsurune #tsurune translation

[shroudkeeper]

09. prompt / fair

An evening such as this makes me ponder if the heavens could hear the very pounding of my heart as it rejoices that I am chanced with another meeting with you, m'lady. Under starlight, and the tapestry of the night that offers us shelter, I come to you as I have mentioned in my last missive, for I will take leave soon and wish to see you.. one last time.

I know, I said I didn't want to say goodbye anymore, but this will be the last time, a temporary departure in order to fulfill a promise I made to you.

❝ She is not here.❞

Any elation I felt was depleted by the voice that echoed across from underneath the sway of the trees we admire in our solitude. There, among the statues where we once stood, under the sway of whispering willows, I found no evidence of you.

Instead, moonlight graced the scowl upon your father's features, and at his side, the hound we saved, one that was said to deliver my messages to you. Words suddenly failed me, turning to ash as I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could gather courage to say a word, his voice pierced into the space between us. I could not help but let my eyes wander to where his hand was resting.

He was armed.

❝ You must think me a fool, Mister Fitzgerald, and here I believed you would respect my wishes. Kami forfend that I believed you would listen. ❞

I could hear each breath escape me, ragged and shallow, as my eyes fell to the blade he wore. I knew well what he was capable of, what he may do to me, yet he did not brandish steel, rather made sure with his posture that I knew well of my place.

And I did not mean to question it.

My approach is a careful one, taken with languid steps forward and arms extended in his direction so he may see that I was unarmed and bore no ill intent.

"I have not done anything to sully her good name, I just --"

I couldn't finish my sentence, this ongoing, quiet rage within him, had grown and spread not an inferno, and from him came the flames of his rancor as the thunderous sound of his voice cemented my feet to the gravel path leading to him.

❝ Silence!

I told you to proceed with caution. You chose to disregard these words, throw caution to the winds and continue to defy me. I am aware of what takes place under my roof, and trust me when I say this: I humored this long enough, your fantasy of being with her ends here. ❞

His hand finally left the weapon at his hip to motion towards the dog at his side, the small courier who carried my confessions, my haiku, all of my planning, to you. It had been a well-crafted secret, but secrets had ways of being discovered.

How much had her father known? How long had he been aware?

"For that deceit, I will forever apologize profusely if you ask this of me. But, I won't apologize for what I feel for her, what I would do for her. That is something I will refuse to do." I couldn't stop myself as the emotions were roused within me.

Something inside me became undone, the seams that held these emotions back were ripped free. I had never spoken these words to another soul, but you know what I hold in my heart for you is true, and now, everyone else will know of it.

I am tired of denying myself. Of lying. Of hiding.

❝ Then do so in silence and leave her be. This is no request I make like before, a betrothed woman should be respected. For once, be an honorable person. ❞

And then something else broke inside me.

My own heart was delivered a severe blow, he may as well assailed me with his katana.

"..What? What do you mean.. --"

I am not sure what possessed me, what drove my legs to move forward when all I desired was the gravel to give out underneath me, but I marched to him and fell to my knees. The flurry of emotions crashed around me within an instant; suddenly, the beautiful hydrangeas lost their radiance and perfume, and the stars that I loved to share with you were extinguished one by one.

I wanted to call him a liar, but this was no deceit, those smoky greys gave an intense glare that spoke volumes of this truth. He nearly defeated me with this look, and perhaps this was his purpose, to shock me with this revelation. And he almost did, but I couldn't, I wouldn't simply let you go.

I have come this far. I have loved you this long in the shadows. I told you I would bear this with you.

And I will. I will earn a chance to walk side by side with you, under the sun.

❝ Go. Leave and forget her, so she could begin to forget you.❞

He shook me out of my reverie, but I needed an answer out of him, and when I spoke it, I saw something within his gaze shift into something morose even if his jaw had tightened and formed a severe contour.

"Does she know?"

❝ The personal ongoings of our clan is no concern to a foreigner, we have a business relationship, you are just the contact we have with the East Aldenard Trading Company, nothing more. ❞

And the truth was there, sewn between his words.

"How is that even fair to her!" I couldn't contain my resentment and felt my body tremble; I was not exclusively angry at the position I am in, but for you.

You ..who were unaware of it all.

❝ You want to speak of fairness, Mister Fitzgerald? You, who has manipulated her already for personal gain, who considered putting profit before her feelings? You whom she would risk all for and has to protect? Yet you could not muster the courage to do the same. ❞

I assumed there would be backlash to my question, that I was to be met with more waves of his ire. Yet the tone he used carries something far more somber than what one would expect.

❝ Assuming you never had children, then you would not know the overwhelming pain of seeing one pass, it is devastating. No parent should bury their child, they should be kept safe. I have failed at this before. I shall not repeat the same mistake again.

What is fair.. is giving someone I love dearly a chance to live. I am old now, and though I am proficient in swordsmanship, my body will eventually betray me. I need to have someone who will protect the one who protects others. But most importantly, to protect the other half of my heart from meeting an untimely demise.

How could I trust that task unto you, who has not shown me --❞

"I love her!" The words stumbled out of me that my head spun and my heart became naught but a deafening sound in my head. His lips gave part, and he may have spoken something, but I couldn't hear it. All I wanted was my bleeding heart to be seen, for once.

I love you. I love you.

I want to say these words to you without fear.

"I love her more than I could conceivably put into those letters you've read, more than I can proclaim to you right now! I know what she means to you, but understand that I would never wish to be a burden to her. What I feel is authentic, and for the months we have spent together, it has only made these feelings grow.

We both love her.."

His face softened then. He is your father after all, and despite how selfish we are as mortals, even I could understand what he must be feeling. He wants to protect you, to keep the flower of his clan from wilting, he wants to see you bloom in this cultivated garden.

❝ Mister Fitzgerald, I have made my choice.❞ I could hear the gravel shift underneath his footsteps, he meant to depart, but this was not to end this way, I will not allow it.

"..Give me a chance, just one I ask." He paused and I watched him take a deep breath before motioning for me to continue with a nod.

"I am willing to find a rare treasure, said to be in the Ruby Sea, that will grant her a voice, even if it is for a sun or a few bells. I want to give her an opportunity to tell you how much she loves you."

Perhaps me, too.

He did not disagree, and I took it as a positive sign that he would allow me this one chance to be a proper suitor.

And I do not mean to fail him, or you.

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[growthgoddess]

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[stickers-on-a-laptop]

46 with Sonotaro because it fits their dynamic

we've got this thing and it's untouchable (It's So Dirty, Pretty, Beautiful)

“So? Anything interesting happen?” Saruhara asked, helping himself to some popcorn out of Haruka’s bucket.

“Not yet, the same as usual,” Haruka replied. “It’s kinda boring, to be honest. Don’t they have better things to do?”

“And now, a haiku:

Snow on the mountain

melts into a balmy spring

friendship starts anew.”

“...also kinda boring,” Haruka said under her breath, snatching the popcorn bucket back as Saruhara took more.

They were currently at an empty stadium, which could cause problems if someone came to yell at them, but Haruka wasn’t too worried. What could they do, arrest her? If anything, Tarou and Sonoi were the problems here. They were the ones fighting; Haruka was just watching.

On the field, Sonoi feinted, then went for the legs, which Tarou easily avoided.

“You seem more distracted than usual, Sonoi.”

“WASTE HIM, TAROU!” Haruka yelled from the bleachers, which the two of them ignored.

“I have been talking with Sononi.”

“Oh?”

“She is...under the impression that…”

“That?”

Tarou sent Sonoi’s weapon flying, causing Haruka to cheer, popcorn flying on top of Saruhara.

Sonoi glanced at the two in the bleachers, who were now having a popcorn fight, before opening a Door and leaving, Tarou of course following.

They continued their fight, now on a rooftop of a building fairly close to Donbura.

“What was Sononi under the impression of?” Tarou asked, panting as he rushed Sonoi. “And why did you change our location?”

“I don’t wish to be seen by your teammates right now.”

Tarou nodded, accepting that answer, before turning away to avoid Sonoi’s attack.

“And Sononi?”

Sonoi attacked more fiercely, not answering.

They fought until they couldn’t anymore, Tarou a red, sweaty mess, while Sonoi just had mussed hair, the two of them catching their breath under a setting sun.

“Shall we get oden?” Sonoi asked.

“I would like to know what Sononi said, if it’s bothering you that much.”

Sonoi hesitated. “Can I tell you in a few days?”

Tarou nodded, then held out his hand. “Would you like to come help me make stew? I bought ingredients and would rather use those ingredients while they’re fresh over getting oden today.”

Sonoi took it. “I would like that.”

By unspoken agreement, they walked to Tarou’s apartment over taking a Door.

“You can peel these, please,” Tarou said, handing Sonoi carrots and a peeler, not the Y-shaped kind Sonoi was used to using, but a straighter one. Still, it only took a few seconds to figure out how to use it, peeling towards himself like he was used to.

“You’re doing it wrong,” Tarou announced. “You peel away from yourself, to keep yourself safe.”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m being careful.”

“...you peel away from yourself, it also gives yourself a better grip.”

“My grip is fine, Tarou.”

“Please peel away from yourself.”

“It doesn’t matter, the peel will come off either way.”

“You have to peel away from yourself.”

Sonoi was getting annoyed, for the oden cart master had taught him the opposite.

“Tarou, you’re making it hard for me to want to admit that I like you,” he said in exasperation.

Tarou, who was in the middle of reaching out his hands like he was going to physically stop Sonoi, or maybe take away the carrot, paused.

“What?”

Sonoi replayed his last sentence, dropping the carrot when he realized what he had said.

#shout out to my aunt making me peel vegetables for giving me a reason for them to *argue* over just. homoerotic fighting.

[glazesunflower]

What They Do When They Miss You

Characters: Ayaka, Kazuha, Ganyu, Thoma, Hu Tao, Albedo, Beidou, Yae Miko, Ei, Zhongli and Keqing.

Warnings: None!

Notes: Not requested, just a thing I wanted to write for fluff purposes <3 In this scenario, you aren’t gone for good. It’s not angst, you’re probably just gone for a few days for work, but you’ll surely be coming back and hug them tight!

Ayaka writes letters. She writes down everything she’s done in the day, from the important things (I had a meeting with the Tenryou Commission today. We are working to finally put an end to the Sakoku Decree), to the smallest of things (Thoma knit sweaters for the stray dogs today. One of them looked too small with it on. It was adorable. I wish you were here to see it, too). She doesn’t want you to miss on anything that happened while you were gone, and it helps her ground herself and as a reminder that you will be back to her soon.

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Ganyu takes a nap on your side of the bed. She most definitely has changed the sheets if you’ve been out for several days, but she still likes to lay on your side of the bed, her head resting on your pillow, even if it doesn’t smell like you anymore. It keeps Ganyu grounded, thinking that soon you’ll be back to your routine with her, that she will be resting on your shared bed just like this, except she’ll feel your arms around her waist, your forehead pressed to her hair, and the warmest of feelings spreading down her veins. She can’t wait for you to be back home to her.

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Kazuha composes haikus. About his feelings for you, about the emotions of missing you, about the things he sees around him, the lakes, the birds or the certainty of the sun. He writes about everything that inspires him, thinking of the face you’ll make when you return and he recites the haikus to you. He always enjoys resting against a tree, you sitting between his legs, your back to his chest, as you give him your thoughts on his haikus. Which parts you liked best, what sounded beautiful, what they made you feel. He thinks very highly of your opinion and of you.

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Thoma makes your favorite food when you’re gone. Even if you won’t be there to taste it, Thoma still enjoys making it. It’s a whole process, from gathering the ingredients, to cutting them down, boiling and frying and stirring until the smell of the perfectly cooked food fills his nose. He’ll eat it happily in silence, thinking of what you would say if you were there having lunch with him. Would you compliment him? You most surely would. Thoma waits eagerly for you to be back, and he’d love to make your favorite food as soon as you come home.

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Hu Tao writes poems. She goes on long walks through the forest at night and lets the breeze and the ghosts of the lives she guides to the other side inspire her. She’ll write all sorts of poems, feeling giddy picturing your face when she reads them out loud for you. She always enjoys how you listen carefully and the way your eyes sparkle when she describes something particularly beautiful in your ears. She can’t wait to have you home and wrap her arms around you as you praise her work!

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Albedo draws you. Over and over again, on every surface his fingers can reach. Sometimes it’s a conscious act, he sets up his easel and his colors and he starts sketching your features by heart, carved deep in his memory. Other times, drawing you comes out of him unconsciously. He’s working on an experiment and he finds himself with his head full of thoughts of you, and when he looks down at his notes, he finds rough sketches of your eyes, your nose, the shape of your back. He’s nothing but patient, but he enjoys himself better when you’re by his side.

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Beidou gets drunk and tells stories about you. Every single night at the Alcor, the quiet air of the night is filled with Beidou’s strong laughter, narrating over dinner with her crew something about one time when you tried to lift her claymore off the floor and you ended up falling to your butt. Or that other time when you insisted on drinking with her and you ended up straddling her thighs, Beidou’s hands on your waist and oh, maybe she shouldn’t be telling that one. Still, she misses you so much, and telling stories about you makes her feel closer to you somehow.

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Yae Miko reads your favorite book. It’s not one of her preferred titles, nor does she think it’s a particularly good book in any way. But she still picks it up from the shelf, finds a comfortable spot on your shared bed and lets her mind drift off where the narrative takes her. Miko is not especially interested in the story, but rather, she keeps on picturing what you like about this book. Why do you keep on rereading it, what is it about the characters that resonates with you, which parts of the plot had a bigger impact on your heart. Miko ghosts her fingers over some lines you highlighted, and she can’t help but miss you. Maybe, when you come home, you’ll sit with her and answer all of her questions. And maybe she’ll allow you to cuddle her tail to sleep. Only because she missed you.

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Ei stares at the picture you took together. She still doesn’t understand much of modern things in Inazuma, but she’s always had you to rely on when it came to explain some new concept to her. She isn’t fond of posing for pictures, she feels all the postures are stiff and unnatural. But Ei remembers how you reassured her, how you told her Don’t worry, you look more than beautiful. See? when you handed her this picture, so she held onto it. And now that you won’t be coming back for a few more days, she stares at the picture you took together, ghosting her fingers over your features, full of joy by her side, and she cannot help but wish that time passed any more quickly.

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Zhongli brews your favorite tea. Even if you’re not around to taste it with him, having a cup of your favorite tea soothes him to no end. He closes his eyes as he tastes the tea and imagines what you would be saying right now, your relaxed face as you drink peacefully by his side, your warm smile that always brightens his days. Zhongli is a very patient person, and he will wait for you for as long as it takes you to come home, but he still likes to feel you near with the simplest of things, like with your favorite tea.

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Keqing wears your clothes to sleep. It’s something that no one knows, she hasn’t even had the courage to tell you, of all people. But when you’re gone for a few days and she misses the touch of your skin on hers, your arms wrapped around her waist, Keqing promptly goes to your wardrobe and picks up any shirt or hoodie she can find. She’ll wear it around the house as she does her chores or sits down to keep on writing a report or working on some papers. It’s not the same as having you by her side, of course, but being enveloped in your scent soothes Keqing’s heart and gives her peace of mind while she waits for your return.

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[angstyandromanticwriting]

My possibly (most definitely) rule breaking blank verse haiku for today based on the next writing instalment/prompt that I’ve begun writing already:

!TW: Mention of previously having an abusive ex, self-doubt, implied suffering from depression, hint of anxiety, self-put down(s), implied suicidal consideration/intentions, implied suicide attempt!

To me, it was new;

All new - these strange new feelings

All linked seemingly

To one possible

Explanation: I had to

Be in love with her,

And I was frightened;

I had never felt this way

Before, not even

For my abusive

Ex - I found myself always,

Whenever I was

In the same room as her,

Failing in speech, and

Forgetting how to

Breathe completely, whilst

She smiled warmly over

At me, eyes glinting

Every time she

Did, but then I found myself

Thinking about who

I was, compared to

Her: a nobody, who would

Never be able

To give her what she

Deserved to be given: all

The jewels which made

Up the universe,

And the whole world, because she -

Truly - had to be

A princess, and I

Wanted her to be treated

As such, believing

I would only bring

Her down with me, if she did

Feel the same way that

I did, and always

Had for her, ever since we’d

Both first met in a

Car park, outside of

The doctor’s office we had

Both had to go to

That lifesaving day,

As I had been making plans -

Horrific, dark plans,

And if it weren’t for

Her, I would have probably

Found myself now dead,

Except, now, there was

A chance that I still might, as

The feelings that I

Was finding myself

Hiding from her were painful,

And only made me

Hate myself more for

Who I was, prompting me to

Often cry myself

To sleep, every

Night, until I couldn’t take

It anymore, and

She had to stop me from jumping.

~~~~~

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[hp-poetry-fest]

April round-up

Unheeded (Three Sonnets) by NoFlyApterygidae || 343, G || Albus/Minerva

Dumbledore's spirit occasionally appears within Hogwarts, not a ghost but a sort of echo of devotion. Now, he considers an almost-romance with McGonagall that never was in the form of three Shakespearean sonnets.

Ouroboros in Tribute by @serenaew || 790, T, Podfic || Snape & Harry

Blood, I have learnt, is thicker than water. The life of a fallen Prince, as remembered by the father he had never known. Severitus(-ish).

Great Wine, Beautiful Sentences by @patriceavril || 4k, M || Wolfstar

The war outlook is bleak, but Sirius and Remus remind each other of all the joy left in the world.

it's complicated by @wavingfromtheside || 143, G || Greengrass family

A haiku and a free verse poem on mothers and daughters.

Engulf by @maesterchill || 216, T || Drarry

Gathering potions ingredients in the Forest, trainee Professor Draco Malfoy stumbles across the Resurrection stone. Whilst examining it, he unwittingly Summons the shade of his former lover. Engulfed by grief, he begs Harry for a way for them to be together again. It will take ancient elemental water magic to achieve that which he craves so desperately. But can Draco conquer his lifelong fear of the Black Lake and all that lies within her to do what needs to be done?

A bouquet of kisses by @patriceavril || 10k, T || Jily

There was a glint of indignation in her eyes, and a flush bloomed in her cheeks, contrasting with the smudge of earth. James had never wanted to kiss her so badly in his life – quite a feat, considering he had spent a good part of the last few years daydreaming about kissing her. Five times James wants to kiss Lily and one time he does.

Don't Go Into The Library by @acanadianmuggle || 600, G || Vikmione

Viktor Krum's Impression of the Hogwarts Library. Inspired by Alberto Rios' Poem "Don't Go Into The Library".

Vertices, Or Something by @floydig || 1k, NR || Drarry

Harry is a hitman who can’t die. Draco tried to kill himself last year. Harry returns from a mission, Draco wears bright pink boxer briefs, and Harry calls Death a cunt because he can. Or: we’re taking a deep dive into Harry’s head. Malfoy asks if I died this time. It’s a joke because I can’t die. Turns out when you cheat Death too many times, the cunt doesn’t want you back. What does that mean for me, that not even Death wants me anymore. Yeah I call Death a cunt. Malfoy wants Death and Death doesn’t want me and we’re in a fucking love triangle like in the movies.

Deathflight Blues by @autumnsup || Tom Riddle

When Tom Riddle dreams, he dreams in green.

Desiderium by @thehoneybeet || 6k, E || Drarry

Their club, their loo, their writing on the wall—it has to be enough. Until it isn’t.

Sunny skies look dreary when you’re far from me. by @mkaugust || 0.3k, NR || Wolfbucks

All my firsts are with you, Even still, even now With you hidden from my view.

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