#I LOVE YOU SO MUUUUUUUCH

[jofdiamonds]

Your absence pains me.

I always start my letters the same way, don’t I? I shall try to innovate the next time.

But you can’t teach an old dog new tricks. Especially not an old dog who is so madly in love with you. My angel, the light in the darkness, the person who holds my heart in her chest, next to hers.

Airi.

Your name shouldn’t be said out loud. The other day, someone asked about you – I can’t remember who it was no longer, I don’t pay attention to the myriad of faces perturbing me during the sessions of the Vampiric Council, not when you’re not holding my hand, reminding me that there are important matters being discussed and that I can’t spend the seconds, minutes, hours, thinking about you – but they did. A simple question, something like how’s Airi?, well intended, sweet. But my first impulse was to stitch their lips together so that they could utter no more words for their entire lifespan. How dare you pronounce the name of my beloved? A name that should be like that of a God; never said in vain.

I exaggerate, my love. But you know I like flair and extravagance. Now, the reason why I was writing. I wrote a new song for you. A trenodia; a poem of lamentation.

I compare our love to death – because it is never-ending and there’s no coming back from it. I compare our hearts to kintsugi, the Japanese art of putting broken pottery back together with gold. Because they were broken, but repaired anew, and made stronger, more beautiful.

Fierce, like you are.

Hopefully, I can get the discography to have it out soon. Before you come back. So that one day you can hear it on the radio as you pass through a restaurant about to close and you can stay, and listen, and think of me. Of a simple man who awaits your return. Who craves you. Who will wait, patiently, even if his first impulse each and every night is to go find you, wherever you are, just to share a kiss...

One day, I will sing it to you, while you stare into my eyes.

Forever lost in you,

Aki.

@airi-of-hearts

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Ha-ha! I laugh at your pain! I make a sound of pleasure at your shortcomings! I do this because I am bad! I am evil! I am… Mojo Jojo!!!

[lululeighsworld]

Lorah: Lilac Knight's Love

Artist: @littledashdraws

Wanted to share this commission by Dash, who so lovingly illustrated my vision for Gunter's first wife!! Although Lorah's lived in my head since 2017, this is the first time I've had her drawn. Because I'm so thrilled over this art, I put together a little introduction for her!! you can read more about her below~

Residence: Duet Mountains Occupation: Farmer •❀• Bedside Nurse •❀• Homemaker Birthday: July 11 Gender: Female Relatives: Gunter (Husband) Katerina (Daughter)* Personality: Shy •❀• Bubbly •❀• Optimistic Hobbies: Crafting •❀• Gardening •❀• Baking Age: 21 (when she first meets Gunter) •❀• 36 (at death)

A Nohrian commoner whose known the kingdom's southern mountain range and neighbouring valleys her entire life, Lorah was a recognizable resident of her town even though she kept to herself. Learning the basics of herbal remedies from a young age, she would split her time between tending to the fields and easing the woes of the sick. In adulthood, she would chance upon meeting a Nohrian Great Knight during her town's annual spring festival. The couple's engagement, after seven years of courting, had become one of the most highly anticipated moments amongst the townsfolk.

*NOT the Nohrian Queen. I named their kid before I realized what Xander's mom's name was and by that point I was already ATTACHED (tell me Caterpillar is not the cutest nickname). So now the reason they share a name is lore relevant (which is a part of this fic!).

divider by saradika

[jojo-rolo]

I love my girlfriend @saanix so much I'mma now go and kiss her!!!!

[a-gay-bloodmage]

Hello my good friend!!! I have several asks for the Rook Codex Writing Prompts!!! Specially for Omri! Prompt numbers 12, 16, and 30 please! :D

Thank you so much for the ask!! So many Omri thoughts lately... Blaming you for at least fifty percent of those! Evil woman!!

These are slightly lengthy, so I'm putting my answers under a Read More :D

12. Rook’s daily schedule

- Wake up at five.  - Lie in bed for one hundred breaths.  - Get up and get dressed.  - Reorganize the bed into folded blankets.  - Count to one hundred in Antivan while washing face and combing hair.  - Brush teeth.  - Take morning dosages.  - Drink water! Stop forgetting.  - Brush teeth again.  - Braid hair.  - Wait to be called upon.  - Do as they ask.  - Midday: Brush teeth again if possible.  - Respond to all calls for assistance.  - Eat dinner with the others.  - Offer to help with anything that needs tending to around the Lighthouse.  - Read in the parlor with Bellara / Neve / Emmrich for a while.  - Retire.  - Brush teeth.  - Take evening dosages.  - Drink water?  - Count to one hundred in Antivan while washing face and combing hair.  - Brush teeth again.  - Re-make the bed.  - Go to sleep. 

— The schedule of Omri "Rook" de Riva. Translated from Antivan. Found amongst a pile of mismatched blankets in his bedroom next to several empty vials of various types of poisons. 

16. Letter from Rook to their love interest

Investigatore,

I looked into the poison you sent. It did not react to any silver, but it did start to bubble when I dropped it into some blood—I humbly request that you ask me not where I obtained the blood, only that you kiss the wound better when I see you again. I've narrowed it down to two different types, both that I know through his experimentations. I can try to recreate it if you'd like, cara. Perhaps the resources of Minrathous would be better equipped for such endeavors? Ah, I jest. Or do I? It all depends on your reply, investigatore.

The Crossroads grow cold without you. I know it has been but two weeks since we parted, and your business carries you far, but is a man not permitted to mourn? Kiss this letter here, amore mio, and it will be as if our lips have touched. I promise that I have washed the poison from my lips before pressing them to the parchment. Stay out of trouble until I lay eyes upon you again. 

- O

— A letter found on the desk of Detective Neve Gallus. The letter smells faintly of acid and has a dark, nude lipstick print pressed onto the second paragraph. 

30. A note / letter that Rook never sent

Bambina,

How are you? Are you well? I think about you often. I hope you are not thinking of me. That would be terribly sad, to still be thinking about old Omri after all these years. I suppose that makes me terribly sad, because I am always thinking about you and about the person you helped me to become. Perhaps I am becoming that person again now that I have been tangled up in this group dedicated to keeping the Veil as it was. What do you think of all of this? I'm sure a smart girl, an elf, like yourself would have plenty to say. You would probably know far more than I do. And you are such a quick learner! You always have been. 

I miss our outings. Did you ever get a contract to go to the opera after I lost you? Are you free now, free to go to the opera any time you want? I would like that for you. The last opera I attended was over six months ago. Miserable! Terribly miserable, to go so long without a show! It was the second of a trio. I hope that I will live through all of this in order to see the third. Would it not be a shame to die before I get to see the proper ending? I worry about silly things like that quite often, to tell you the truth. Now, without you to look out for, I worry about dying over the silliest things. I used to want to live for proper reasons, like keeping you safe. Keeping the world safe means so little. There are better people than I to worry themselves with such trivial things. 

I restate: I hope that, wherever you are, I am far from your mind. Live free, bambina. Get back safe. 

Omri of House (obscured) 

— A letter wrestled from a wisp at the edge of the Lighthouse. Translated from Antivan. 

[proteas-leaf]

I finished it y'all! Can't believe it actually came out good 👍

Details under cut

Temple:

Jellyfishes 🪼🪼

And the writing under the title that ends with a strange and imperfect colored couple of letters. :)

Now may you go and read it? Don't worry, you can find it on Wattpad too if you do not have Quotev! ❤️

[itspileofgoodthings]

@ruinofsilver

[alcoholttm]

you're telling me that kaku saved both robin and chopper from the seraphim and then zoro saved him?!?!?!?! mY GOD KAKU IS JUST GETTING THE REDEMPTION ARC THAT I ALWAYS KNEW HE WOULD !!!!

[isitthemoon]

God I love Perfect Velvet so much it's literally one of my favorite albums of all time, such a core memory for me, I love absolutely everything about it AND MY USERNAME THAT I USE IN EVERYTHING POSSIBLE IS FROM THIS ALBUM TOO

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Eyyoooooo check out this ADORABLE commission from my friend Robbie @hotrodharts!! I just realized I hadn't posted it until now, but I love this art SO MUCH I honestly made it one of my lockscreens like immediately 🥺💚🥺💚🥺💚🥺💚🥺

[[🧡🧡 Reblogs are all seen and SUPER appreciated!! Also Robbie's commissions are currently open so feel free to check those out!! 💙💙]]

[ventique18]

I'm so late but???? Have you all seen this???

OH MY GOD??? 😭😭😭 The housewardens posing at Ramshackle??? Auuuhgaughuhhaugahgugh THEY'RE ALL SO PRETTY

AND

NEW MALLEUS PORTRAIT KSKKSKD AUGGGUUUGAUUUHHAUGH YOU'RE SO PERFECT YOU'RE EVERYTHING YOU'RE THE ENTIRE WORLD THE WHOLE UNIVERSE BEAUTIFUL PRETTY LOVELY PHENOMENAL BREATHTAKING

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!! I LOVE ALL ALL OF YOU TWST BOYS SO MUUUUUUUCH MY BABIES 💖💘💗💘💓💝💞💕💌💝💌💌💝💗

[thenocturnenarrator]

OMG BEST CROSSOVER EVER UYTVYUGVUYTG This is too perfect :D

The actual reason they ditched Chara.

Fan-art because I can draw. And I um.. kinda really love @akanemnon‘s comic…

Kind of a minicomic below…

Please forgive me. I’ve had this in my head forever and just wanted to share my AU meeting yours. That is my Final message. Goodbye. 🫡 jumping in this hole now 🕳️🚶‍♀️

[aubloves]

The most ADORABLE commission I got from my bestie @cupiidzbow of me smooching my sweet Weegie 🥹 Thank you so much Freddie again for your fabulous work! I love the way you draw Luigi so muuuuuuuch!

[illmetkismet]

Why does this haircut look so good on Henry?? Btw he's lvl 20 alchemy lvl 9 strength. My sweet little flower boy getting mauled by wolves while looking for belladonna in forest clearings....

Also I'm just fucking around doing side quests early game and suddenly Henry started getting an option to ask everyone he meets if they've seen Hans? Going to see the butcher to buy sheepgut but the first thing out of his mouth is, "Have you seen my Lord, Hans Capon? 🥺"

I love this game so muuuuuuuch.....

[killerqueenlux]

@meroniaevent: neverland Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.

Myyyy god!!! I love Meronia Event so muuuuuuuch it´s like my favorite holiday hahahaha i'm sooo ashamed it took me this long to post!!! I just finished my finals week at uni and I hope i'm not too late!! Also also actually actually I have been dying to make this edit hahahaha it started as a joke to my sibling @mxndgames and this is what turned out, you guys like it?

[seventeenlovesthree]

I know I'm almost a week late now, but I really, really wanted to sit down to write an accurate comment underneath that wonderful little piece of fiction that definitely made me smile on my birthday!!!

Even if you already got my thoughts in private - I really do love that Koushirou is contemplating all this. We know our boy can get absorbed in whatever he is doing and forgets the world around him - but he won't forget the people in his life, in fact, he does most of what he does for them, even if it may not always be visible at first glance. So of COURSE he worries about Taichi. Of course he wants to gift him something nice for his birthday. And I am happy to see him asking for help and guidance - even if canon didn't fully commit to it, him bonding with Sora over Taichi should be a mandatory given, the signs are simply there... And all these dorks need therapy, Sora obviously does and even if alone-time IS important... We can't all survive by ourselves for eternity. We have people that care about us... And we should nurture that. It's okay to take your time, but... There are people you can and should rely and depend on, right?

Taichi obviously needs therapy too and it doesn't surprise me that the fic plays in the middle of his depressive phase. And that's why this group of people needed Mimi of all people to break through the habit - Sora and Koushirou both care deeply about Taichi and will call him out on his negative tendencies, but they might only do that if the situation is REALLY urgent. For any more casual occasion, you NEED someone who can break the ice in a more lighthearted way (and maybe even drop some innuendos in the meantime). As you know, I fully expected to see a Team Light team-up here - and was surprised when the pink flower turn out to be a "f*cking cactus". Flower languages will always be irrevocably linked to the Chosen Children to me and this was a nice surprise (even if I still don't understand what exactly her emoji means).

You also know how much I loved the end being so ambiguous like that. You can interpret this as leaning towards both Taishirou and Taiora with several layers in between and that makes it wonderful to me.

Thank you so much for this, for the time, for the effort, for all the care you put into this for me, it means the world. 💜💜💜

A birthday gift to my wonderful @seventeenlovesthree, thank you for always doing your best for everyone, so please spend today doing your best for yourself too. 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

Koushirou sighed, softly massaging his temples as he looked over the monitor. The low hum of his computer‘s fan haunted him, daring the young expert to rouse it from its slumber and use it to make up for his inability to calculate the formulas necessary for his current predicament. Reminding himself of the last time he tried that, Koushirou sighs again and reclines in his chair, a faraway look in his eyes.

October 15th. What was an average day for 0.27378508% of the population was, in fact, a very special day for twelve of them, especially one in particular. Their shining leader, Yagami Taichi, who despite everything they’ve tried has been far dimmer in recent months. No one could blame him; after all, everyone mourned even the idea of losing their partner, but actually losing them?

Koushirou turns his head to the side, inspecting the smooth carapace of a rather large ladybug curled up on his desk and softly snoring.

… No, he simply couldn’t handle that.

Once again, Taichi had proven to Koushirou just how amazing he was. However, that amazingly bright person was incredibly difficult to gift to. He had a hard time even accepting presents that weren’t food, and food felt... wrong, in a way. Ignoring just how voracious everyone’s favorite orange dinosaur was, food was what you gifted those in mourning. This was meant to be a new beginning for Taichi. However, Taichi needs something he can’t refuse...

With a low groan, the redheaded genius stands up, walking over to his window. The Sun had already begun to set, casting the cityscape in a brilliant mess of hues. He studies the sky, watching the slow descent of the Sun and the scattering of photons, leading to the vibrant strokes of red, orange, and pink.

Wait a minute...

Sora reclines deeper into her bed’s bundle of blankets, a large pillow in her lap as she idly listens to music on her phone. Something loud and dramatic, allowing her the ability to leave all of her thoughts behind and focus on the lyrics. Soon, however, her phone’s performance is stilled by a far more mundane occurrence: someone was calling her.

She huffs, annoyed with the interruption, and puffs out her cheeks into a pout. However, as she sees the caller ID, her features soften, and she smiles gently, beginning to tug on her hair and try to look presentable. That is, of course, until she remembers this is a voice call. Laughing at herself, she accepts the call, still fussing with her hair anyway.

“Hello, Koushirou-kun! You’d better be home resting.”

"Hello, Sora-san, and I’m sorry, I’m still at the office.”

“You should spend more time resting, you workaholic.” She teases sweetly, lying down on the pile of plush as she closes her eyes, soaking in his, albeit indirect, presence.

“You know my brain doesn’t turn off even if I am home. Which brings me to my current situation.” Koushirou begins to lead into the topic. Tentomon softly flew over to stand beside his partner, giving Koushirou silent support.

“Is it... Taichi’s birthday?” Sora asks, her voice noticeably softening. She smiles sadly and stares at the ceiling now, her pink pillow held tightly against her bosom.

“It is… I’m sorry, I know you’re all struggling, but you’re my best hope.” He shuffles his feet, gripping his phone a bit tighter as Tentomon leans against his leg.

“Hope? You’d be better off getting Takeru... Truth be told, Koushirou-kun, I don’t feel like I’m the most qualified to recommend anything for Taichi.” She says, turning back over to face the phone once again. “I do appreciate your faith in me, though. I-it means a lot.”

“Sora-san… I’ve always had faith in you. And I still do now. You and him are far closer than you realize, and I am perfectly capable of filling the gaps. What do you say, Sora-san, will you help me give Taichi a birthday he won’t soon forget?”

Sora, for her part, is at a loss for words. Feeling more complete than she has for a while, all she can do is softly cry and smile, affirming her agreement with a few soft sounds.

Taichi stares at the clock in a mix of contempt and acceptance, knowing his shift was almost over did little to ease the tension in his shoulders. What was a normal day for, uh, some percentage of people was his birthday, and he had to work. Someone just had to call in sick. What a crummy start to the day. At least everything started to slow down for the end of the shift.

A coworker makes their way over to Taichi, waving him down with a clipboard. “Excuse me, Yagami-san? Package for you at the front desk. Sign here, please.”

Taichi, perplexed but not surprised, signs his name, and the coworker walks off. Seeing no reason not to check it out, he makes his way to the front desk, where he’s greeted by a... bouquet? A soft blush immediately greets him, a certain redhead popping into mind.

Shaking free his thoughts, he reaches the counter and basks in the bright glow of the plants. In the center lies a tall, proud stem adorned in bright orange flowers, like flames licking his fingers as he carefully strokes them. Surrounding them is an assortment of purple and red flowers of various types, with a huddle of pink to the side. Some he recognizes, such as the purple lotuses, but most he couldn’t even begin to describe.

Beginning to inspect the flowers, gently wading his hand through to the pink plants, he suddenly recoils in agony. Inspecting his finger, he finds a hole. He was stabbed. Putting the now-injured digit into his mouth, he grumbles as he looks closer at the offending flowers.

“a fucking cactus...”

With a grumble, he begins to now search the pot itself for answers, and like a wish come true, he finds a note tucked under the container. Gingerly moving the pot, he picks up the letter and begins to read it. It says…

“Hey Tai, you big dummy! It’s been a while since we’ve talked. There’s a lot that doesn’t need to be said, but there is at least something that I will say... I’m here. Kou-kun is here. Everyone is here for you. It may be tougher to meet up, but at least me, Kou, and Mimi will be ready for you.” Written neatly in red ink, he could tell Sora’s handwriting anywhere; however, it continues...

“And by 'ready’, she means we’re already at your apartment! Hope you don’t mind? (^\_−)☆“ … Mimi, you b-

“I am sorry, Taichi-san; she so much as heard we were going to invite you out and decided inviting ourselves in would be better. On the plus side, your bed should fit four people comfortably and is structurally sound.” KOU WHAT ARE YOU IMPLY-

“Anyway, Tai, it looks like we’ll be hanging out at your place! We ordered takeout and rented some movies, so I hope we can make it up to you. Sorry for the intrusion. ❤️

P.S. Flip me over! —>”

After doing so, he’s greeted with a short list of what each flower represents. The purple flowers are a mix of lotuses and chrysanthemums, representing enlightenment and loyalty, respectively. The red flowers are a mix of anemones, which mean new beginnings, and sunflower-like gerbera daisies, which... have the meaning scratched out in red. The neat purple letters surrounding it indicate Koushirou wrote it, but Sora must have scratched it out... All that can be made out is an L, so it must mean luck, and Koushirou simply made a mistake. Maybe. Finally, there is the pink cactus flower, which means pain.

Shaking his head and smiling, Taichi folds the note and slides it into his pocket. He checks the clock again and grins, seeing that his shift just ended a few minutes ago. Moving to clock out, he can’t help but notice a flash of orange and the glint of teeth across one of the pachinko machines. You know, maybe today’s going to be a good day after all.