#I WILL EXPLODE

[morimhe]

idk my dragon is with me .

[guyspleasehesmyfriend]

i think this just sums up landoscar as a whole

[cxdyx]

I have personal opinions on Snipers Scars

[otome-dissection]

Idk man I just think that mizu/ena5 and its progression was really beautiful actually. I just think that the release of the ena5 song was also really beautiful and kind of the nail in the coffin for me and I haven't been able to get the event(s) out of my head all week and that I kind of want to talk about it, actually.

It's about being hurt so deeply and continuously that any kindness that could be offered to you manages to feel like a sin, that it makes you crumble and shatter but for all the wrong reasons, not because of the newfound safety, not out of relief, but something worse and more deeply ingrained in you than kindness ever was. It's about carefully measuring the distance at which you keep others away from yourself, to ensure that it never happens again ("To save yourself the trouble", if that makes it easier).

It's about realizing that the people you've been spending all this time with are drifting closer, that they just might bump up against the unsightly parts of yourself that you've tried to keep locked away, it's about turning around and sprinting at full speed and slamming the door shut and holding onto the handle behind you to stop it from turning, because you're as frightened of the possibility of another wound being inflicted on you as you are of the possibility that kinder, gentler hands will reach out and smooth over the exposed scar. It's about hating eyes that judge and silently condemn you as much as you hate eyes that simply see you and take all of you in without scrutiny, because no matter what they're looking and they're looking at you and they know that your hand's on that door handle and they know that you're hiding something because, as much as you try to keep it shut, they've seen through the crack that you foolishly left open.

(The prominence of eyes in Bake no Hana, specifically eyes looking and searching, and finally landing on you, the viewer, Mizuki, is so fucking. Visceral in my opinion. Every character in the MV stares at the viewer in a deadpan, almost judging way. Even though Mizuki knows deep down that niigo won't really hate them, won't judge them, she just can't stand their kindness either; any gaze directed at her is a loss, another prick in their skin. It screams "don't look at me" while making sure that you know, with horrific certainty, that they're looking for you, that you're being watched. You can't go outside, can't leave your room, because they're searching for you, and while that should be reassuring, to you it's anything but).

It's about not wanting to be dissected, whether it's with hands that want to pull your organs apart or stitch them back together because no matter what they're there, and they're getting frighteningly close to your heart. It's about blinding yourself and covering your eyes to it all because seeing means exposure and exposure means they're taking something from you and you can't do anything about it, much less take it all back, much less have a say in the matter. Everyone's just taking and taking and taking and you wish you could just be alone. You wish everyone would just disappear and you could live in a world all to yourself, for only yourself (but is that really what you want?).

It's about the way that, near the beginning of the Yoka ni Mitoreta MV, Mizuki and her loneliness is represented as a dark, splotchy stain in the shadows. No colors, no patterns, no way to clean it or wash it all away, just raw ugliness marring a blank canvas. It's about the way that Ena reaches out to it anyway, the way she startles when the glass shatters just when she finally starts reaching forward, the way that the rest of the MV/song represents her searching for and reaching only further out to Mizuki, even if the broken shards of glass will only cut her fingers, potentially leaving scars.

It's about how, in every way, subtly, directly, consciously, and subconsciously, Ena shows that she fucking cares.

It's about the way that Ena lets Mizuki have autonomy, despite the situation being so horribly out of their control. And it's such a delicate thing: If she really wants to, Mizuki can take the opportunity to just run away, keep running forever, repeat the cycle over and over, and maybe she'll just destroy herself with it again, but it can't be denied that it's something important to them, something she can't quite live without just yet, their means of survival. Mizuki's autonomy is their identity, it's her tailoring her own clothes and choosing her own ribbons and styling her own hair the way she does. Ena letting them have that is as much about trust as it is about understanding that Mizuki of all people should have this right, when control was something stripped from her throughout so much of her life. She couldn't control how she was born, how people look at her or why, can't control what they think of her; lacking control has only left Mizuki vulnerable to the cruelties of others, has only caused them to suffer, which is why it's so important that it's given to them now.

She had the control to make the choice to see niigo's welcoming love and run away instead of staying, and she has the control to make the choice now whether she wants to keep things the way they are or take a step forward to be at their side again. She has every right to have it, and I think the fact that Ena realizes and respects that, even if it's subconsciously, is really beautiful (there is an entire fucking Verse about this in the new song and just. God Look at this. It's so caring, unconditional, and for fucking What. I think there is something to be said about how much Ena is willing to put aside for Mizuki, and maybe deep down it isn't healthy, but for now I'm just kind of in awe)

It's about how insanely patient Ena has been this whole time. Mizuki says that she basically lied to Ena's face about telling her their secret, even after Ena said with such conviction that she would wait for Mizuki as long as it takes, and Ena is just kept waiting and waiting and worrying like this seemingly indefinitely. It's about how Mizuki danced around it, avoided it, kept the distance, straight up ran when she was finally pushed, but Ena still chased anyway when she saw that she couldn't wait anymore, kept chasing just enough to intervene and get a straight answer out of Mizuki when she really needed to, but still leaving her enough space to leave if that was truly what she wanted. It's about how relieved Ena is the moment that Mizuki finally says outright how much they want to be with her and niigo, how much she wants to try, how much more light Ena's voice sounds when she grabs her hand, relieved, the way that the relief she feels can be felt through the music, throughout the entirety of Yoka ni Mitoreta, the way that warm colors always follow her when she chases after Mizuki, just to hold onto her and stop her from running away completely.

It's about how that careful combination of Ena's directness, Ena's persistence, Ena's warmth, her patience, her bluntness about her feelings, the way she chases and holds on but not too tight and her regard for how unsafe and exposed Mizuki feels actually works and breaks it all down. It's about how she really did reach through to Mizuki, despite the thorns and broken glass shards and nearly-unfulfilled promises, the way that Mizuki did finally let her turn the door handle and step through to see what she'd been hiding all this time, the way that Mizuki's hand, limp, when Ena first grabs onto it, shifts to hold hers back as they cry in the face of Ena's gentleness.

Despite how harsh Mizu/Ena5, and even Ena herself as a character can be (or at least was in the very beginning of pjsk), everything is somehow gentle and warm in the end, blindingly so. And you know what, I think that's beautiful. And what's even more beautiful than that is how Mizuki allows themself to crumble and shatter under that kindness, that warm light, but this time, finally, out of relief.

On a final note, I just want to say that I also appreciate how all that didn't have to solve everything. The scars haven't disappeared, haven't gone away, and Mizuki knows that their desire to run hasn't gone away forever, and maybe it never truly will. But for now they've calmed it, at least a little. She's learning to allow herself to be seen, learning that when someone's fingertips brush over their scars the way Ena's did that it's only out of care, and that maybe taking in that care and allowing herself to feel kindness and safety is okay. They're safe, for now, somehow. They're learning. They're trying. And I think that's cool :)

[the-divine-machine]

FUCK THE 'human teaches computer how to love/what love is' TROPE. I NEED 'human teaches computer it's okay not to love or have all the full range of 'human' feeling' NOW.

[celuere]

Sprinkled heavy Arlejuno into this but can be read from an x reader perspective!

The door creaked as it was pushed open before slowly falling back into its locks. Yet no one seemed to have entered.

Until Arlecchino dared to bend herself a little over the desk to spot a pair of blue-crossed eyes staring up at her with a pair of glasses that seemed too big for her face. Her two small hands holding a paper with suspiciously familiar figures scribbled onto it, her father‘s eyes focused on the black lines covering the skin up to the forearms like her own. So far it only appears as some kind of birthmark.

„Elide, what did I tell you about knocking?“, her voice was stern were it not for the softness rounding up the edges of her words. Little taps against the wood echoed through the otherwise quiet office as Elide rounded her desk. „‘m sorry, Papa… I drew you something…“, the white curls on her head bounced with each of her steps until she reached her father‘s chair before she held up her little artwork for her dad‘s inspection.

With now all of her attention fixed on her five year old daughter, Arlecchino set her pen down, temporarily forgetting about the important documents scattered over the wood, „Hm? My… is that supposed to be me, my flower?“, a gentle smile tugged on the corners of her lips as she took the painting from her hands.

„Yes… you and mama…“

„…why am I spewing fire, Elide?“, she lowered the paper to slightly narrow her eyes in obvious confusion, „and why does your Mother have me on a leash?“, the Knave wasn‘t often left in bewilderment. But Elide humbled her ever so often.

„I-It‘s your wing, Papa… and you listen to everything mommy says…!“

Wow. What a way to describe the relationship to her wife. She‘d never live the humiliation down if her wife got her hands on this… masterpiece.

Arlecchino couldn’t help the sigh escaping her lips as she turned the painting around and tapped the lower left corner with her fingertip, „and this dog with the piercing blue eyes is supposed to be Uncle Childe then?“, at first, it was supposed to be a joke.

„Yes!“, just where did she get these ideas fro- „you called him one last time!“, well, that explains a lot.

„You know what Elide, this… absolutely gorgeous work of art is way too beautiful for our wall in the kitchen… I would love to keep this one right here on my desk.“, her hand came down on her head to let her fingers run through the snowy locks, a few thick strands of black sprinkled here and there. It secretly pained her that her baby has grown up so much already. Not that she‘d ever admit it.

„Mhm! Please, Papa-!“, completely overjoyed by her father‘s suggestion, two way too small arms wrapped themselves around her waist- at least they tried as she pressed her face into her stomach, the glasses on her nose slipping slightly out of place.

It was moments like these that reminded Arlecchino of her humanity. That she wasn‘t as horrible as she always thought. That she was better than mother. Not perfect. Never perfect. But better. And that was all she needed. Knowing that her children had someone they knew was going to protect them at all costs, even if their affiliation with the Fatui won’t always allow it, was something that healed a little part inside of her heart. A heart that was forced to harden too quickly. She won’t allow it with her children.

„Papa…?“, her soft voice came out muffled against the fabric before she looked up at her through the sweetest eyes she may have ever looked at.

„What is it, dearest?“, a cursed hand came down to carefully fix the position of her glasses and put some lost hair strands out of her face. My, she truly was a beautiful girl, just like her mother.

„Can I have sweets…?“, to some degree are all children the exact same. She even had the courage to shove her lower lip out, like a lost puppy looking for a new home.

„Elide… did you ask your mother beforehand?“, and in almost an instant- her small hands came up to cover up those pointy ears of hers. A little… „lie“ told by her mother. Anytime she is being untruthful, her ears would start wiggling. Which of course was nothing more than a little hack to outsmart the girl. And so far it‘s been working out every single time.

„M-Mama said yes…!“, and if it weren’t for those covered ears, the Harbinger maybe would have believed her daughter. Yet, she merely crossed her arms in front of her chest, a finger tapping over her biceps as she stared down into that hopeful face before her.

„You know how I feel about lying, Elide. If your mother said no, then it’s a no.“, Arlecchino wore the leash around her neck on that damn painting with pride.

„Hmpf…“, the grip around her ears loosened before she let go of them completely, the shells now slowly flopping downwards at her defeat.

Just how could she tell?

Her walk of shame back to the door was dreadful. Accompanied by one last look back over her shoulder, big eyes on display, a pout playing around her lips. Her last triumph card.

„Sweetheart. I‘m sure one of your siblings will find the time to play with you. Go on.“, she fell for the face of sorrow and grief way too many times, but not today. Today, Arlecchino will be strong. Even tho her hand twitched on the table for the candies stored in the drawer next to her as she watched her daughter leave through the door like a kicked puppy.

Parenthood will always test her like no other hardship in the world.

[knuckie-head]

IM DISTRESSED. IM IN TEARS. DISTRSSED I TWLL YOU

[xxphilocalistxx]

I CAN'T FUCKING HANDLE THIS OMG

[oranberrieskw]

Monster au content... (more on my tiktok)

Old man yaoi is real! (Bonus under the cut)

[halcyoncyrus]

images that give me psychic damage

[rrrrrrrun]

Can I just sit with him pls, he's so sweetie 😔

[cuteshortvirginwhore]

More, always more please

I would like more dumpling yunho soup, I am BEGGING FOR MORE

[gojoest]

FINGERS UNLOCKED

[gerrydefault]

SLAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[misspepeshi]

Life's a road that you travel on

When there's one day here and the next day gone

Sometimes you bend, sometimes you stand

Sometimes you turn your back to the wind

There's a world outside every darkened door

Where blues won't haunt you anymore

Where the brave are free and lovers soar

Come ride with me to the distant shore

Modern AU, and a young country man named. . .

This post was made possible by an awesome custom content creator: @raccoonium! Words will never be enough to show my appreciation and gratitude. (°◡°♡) Gracias ∞ y por todo!

Thank you all CC creators. ♡

(I will eventually upload pictures of Boothill in his cyborg body with this hair. For now, let's enjoy human Boothill in a Modern AU setting.)