#Japanese Hawthorn

[croquis-el]

The flower that represents Ryuichi Naruhodo (Phoenix Wright)

Hello

I came to you with a tiny post

(I'm not lost and I'm not going anywhere.)

Because we missed an important detail again!

My favorite case is 3-1. In which there is just a huge pile of information.

When Chihiro interrogates a witness about the reason for her interest in Naruhodo, she gives an answer in the form of a haiku (although it is difficult to assess its correctness).

････はかなげな、日かげに咲いた タンポポのような、たたずまい････

hakana ge-na, bikageni saita tanpopo no yōna, tatazumai

... An ephemeral dandelion blooming in the shade...

リュウちゃんの、そんなところに ヨロめいてしまったのですわ。

ryuu-chan no, son'na tokoro ni yoro meite shimatta nodesu wa.

That's what Ryu-chan is like, and that's what made me fall for him.

儚い (はかない)

hakanai

• fleeting; transient; short-lived; momentary; ephemeral; fickle; vain

儚い or 儚げな can be used positively to describe some type of beauty found within weak/unstable/delicate things or people. It may be similar to so-called wabi-sabi. 

げな (ge-na) - express the guess (it seems)

Madame literally calls Naruhodo "an ephemeral dandelion"

And gives a lot of food for thought, as it can be interpreted in many ways. After all, it is not just a randomly chosen flower.

The first thing that comes to mind is hanakotoba

In Hanakotoba (花言葉) Dandelions mean:

神託 (Oracle)

別離 (Separation)

幸福 (Happiness)

真心の愛 (Sincere Love)

愛の神託 (Oracle of Love)

Dandelions are known to be a fortune-telling flower which is why words like “神託 (Oracle)” are associated with it.

No less important meaning: dandelion is a symbol of courage, strength. Because this plant is able to grow in any conditions, and breaking through the asphalt, reaching for the sun.

Dandelion flowers also carry a meaning of wishing an ill person well, or happiness in times of darkness.

Suits our boy, doesn't it?

He represents each meaning: he was separated from his friend, he loved sincerely, he had a cold during the court hearing, and he found the strength to move on, making his own way when he was in unbearable pain.

We've dealt with the dandelion, now let's return to the "ephemeral".

On the one hand, everything is simple - dandelions look unreliable, weak, especially during the period of seed ripening. They are easily blown away by a weak breeze. Beauty and attractiveness that not everyone will appreciate. Why not ephemeral.

However, there may be much more meaning here. After all, another meaning is: short-lived

And then the phrase as a whole takes on a frightening meaning. She's literally says: he (the dandelion) will not be in this courtroom (in the darkness) for long. She literally predicts a "guilty" verdict for him, especially given her subsequent words. This is what she feels, what she wishes for him - to disappear into the darkness.

But her plans are not destined to come true, because the dandelion grows even through the asphalt.

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Well, and for comparison.

Mushrooms are often associated with spiritual growth, enlightenment, and rebirth. The mushroom's life cycle, with its ability to emerge from darkness and decay, represents the cyclical nature of life, death, and transformation.

This is probably a reference to Phoenix's name. Probably. That's all.

What do you think?

[dreemurr-skelememer]

Bro thinks he's markplier

ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT HAWTHORN??????? 😭

[yourcozylibrary]

惚れた病に薬なし

“There’s no medicine for falling in love.”

[beevean]

🗝️ favorite antagonist?

I'm assuming from AA since we share the fandom :)

I love Dahlia. In a series where most villains are people in power, and we escalated from legendary prosecutors to chiefs of police to TV celebrities that hire assassins to international spies to straight up queens... Dahlia is just a normal woman. A woman so consumed by bitterness against everyone in her life that she spreads misery wherever she goes. A woman so determined to get her way that she cheated death out of spite. A woman who, in her sloppiness to cover up after herself, killed her step-sister, manipulated her "boyfriend" to kill himself on the stand, poisoned another man into a coma, traumatized her cousin, killed her ex to make him shut up, nearly poisoned her new boyfriend out of annoyance, and nearly killed her other cousin in the body of her mother/her own aunt. It's not like Von Karma or Ga'ran whose actions got the biggest consequences due to their reach: Dahlia simply would not stop. And this is not accounting for all the emotional cruelty she displays, like reveling in the idea that Maya might have killed herself because it makes Phoenix suffer. She's not a magnificent bastard the likes of von Karma and Kristoph Gavin, but her sheer hatred makes her a memorable foe.

AA uses the "sweet woman is secretly a bitch" trope a lot, ever since April May. But Dahlia goes above and beyond because she is genuinely scary. Yeah her spirit form is one of the creepiest moments in the OG trilogy, but this sprite alone

gives me chills. You know she is seething, but you don't see a thing, she's standing there, unmoving. It's worse than her white death glare, or her sneer.

And she has some badass lines too, like "And my profession? Permanently retired". (she apparently died a painful death, too...) Or man, how her first testimony in 3-5 after she revealed herself has her theme! And speaking of which, Distant Traces of Beauty is a beautiful piece that conveys so many emotions depending on the context! It sounds both sweet and empty. How do you do that?

Her design is 10/10 too. Her giant moe eyes look almost uncanny with how big and black they are (going by her original sprite, not the HD one). She's so pink and frilly, but her sash is floating, which is both unnatural and makes her look like a butterfly (I think they used this concept again for Nahyuta, but they could make it flutter for him lol). The red hair is... admittedly a bit of a tired trope to indicate an evil character lol, but considering that her entire family is made of black-haired people and some brunettes, it makes you wonder if she deliberately dyed her hair to distance herself from her mother's clan, that person who deemed her worthless...

also I just love this animation. it's neat. T&T has some great spritework.

Ah, I could go on. I love her. Fucked up evil woman with a tragic past that doesn't even begin to excuse all the awful things she has done 🥰 she deserved being roasted into oblivion 🥰

oh yeah simon keyes is also a fave of mine for similar reasons as to dahlia, except he didn't even personally hurt anyone. a king

[abybweisse]

Ch196, Flower language

I was wondering about this image:

Then @chainsaw-to-the-heart mentioned it in the comments on the earlier spoiler post about him and got me hopping to it! 😆

When -- Theodore, is it? -- enters the scene, he's shown with what look like Gerbera daisies and either rose hips or something more like hawthorn haws. Possibly blackthorn haws. As far as Japanese flower language is concerned, I found meanings for the Gerbera daisies -- optimism -- and hawthorn -- hope.

[pegging-satan]

If you’d told me that I’d be shipping a bunch of classic lit authors with each other say like, a year ago, I would’ve laughed in your face

[punkass-diogenes]

Plant journal

[chibiranmaruchan]

Flowers.

[winterf4iryy]

nanami kento is literally grayson hawthorne just older.

[iftitah]

i need some soul shattering piece of media to obsess over its been so long

[spookyserenades]

not trying to rush or anything! i was just wondering when we’ll get a taste of sanctity 👀

hehe! I'm working on the first chapter already, it's up to 4k words. I've made a banner (not a swanky one LOL my strengths are not with graphic design) but I'll copy paste my notes about the boys that I've come up with so far. And give you the banner 💕

Seokjin 

Born 1145 - Turned 1176 (Goryeo) 879 years old, physically 31

Manipulative type yandere 

Taeja (crown prince) of a monarch, third-born son; focused on studies, arts, humanities, and would assist in conversations surrounding war and foreign relations

Speaks Korean, Mandarin, Japanese, Arabic (most ancient languages as well)

Power: Compulsion, he can influence minds, wipe memories, make suggestions to control someone

Yoongi

Born 1476 - Turned 1507 (Renaissance Period) 548 years old, physically 31

Obsessive type yandere

Apprentice of Leonardo Da Vinci, created some of his art then went on to have his own famous career, patron of arts 

Speaks Latin, Greek, and all other Romance languages

Power: Paralysis, he can paralyze someone using his mind, rendering them unable to move

Hoseok

Born 1607 - Turned 1637 (Early Modern Period, Piracy’s Golden Age) 417 years old, physically 30

Possessive type yandere

Buccaneer, captain of a ship that would sail around the Caribbean. Plundered and burned cities, owns many fine things, well-traveled

Speaks all Romance languages, Dutch, Haitian Creole

Power: Tracking, he can find anyone with his senses without fail, can predict target’s moves in advance

Namjoon

Born 1630 - Turned 1659 (Joseon) 394 years old, physically 29

Sadistic type yandere

Ruthless military general that led men during the Qing invasion of Joseon. Later became an assassin (sword for hire, essentially) 

Speaks Korean, Mandarin, Japanese, and most other Asian languages

Power: Pain Illusion, when focused on target he can create the illusion that the target is being burned alive

Jimin

Born 1796 - Turned 1824 (Regency Era, 20 years post America’s Independence) 228 years old, physically 28

Clingy type yandere

Famous playwright of romantic tragedies, owner of a theater in England that was extremely popular

Speaks all Romance languages

Power: Hypnosis, he can convince targets that they’re in love with him/can’t live without him

Taehyung

Born 1841 - Turned 1869 (Victorian Era, 20ish years before Industrial revolution) 183 years old, physically 28

Stalker type yandere

Basically Vanderbilt vibes. The coven lives in the Breakers mansion, Taehyung built it. Owned railroads, reclusive business tycoon

Speaks English and French

Power: Glamoring, he can disguise his appearance and his presence itself

Jeongguk

Born 1900 - Turned 1926 (Roaring 20’s, Prohibition Act, Al Capone mafia) 124 years old, physically 26

Overprotective type yandere

Ran with Al Capone crime family, mostly as a booze smuggler and bodyguard. Was turned when the North Siders targeted Capone at the Hawthorne inn

Speaks English

Power: Telepathy, can read minds

[fireandiceland]

Hetalia nations dressed as sweet treats from their countries 😊

Spain - Churro: a sweet Spanish snack consisting of a strip of fried dough dusted with sugar or cinnamon.

China - Tanghulu: a sweet Nothern Chinese snack consisting of several rock sugar-coated fruits of Chinese hawthorn on a bamboo skewer

France - Macaron: a sweet meringue-based confection made with egg white, icing sugar, granulated sugar, almond meal, and food colouring, often filled with ganache, jam, or buttercream.

America - Apple Pie: a pie with the principal filling ingredient being apples with pastry above and below, often served with whipped cream or ice cream.

Germany - Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte: the black forst cake is a chocolate sponge cake with a filling made from whipped cream and maraschino cherries and kirschwasser or rum.

Italy - Gelato: the Italian word for ice ceam, in English it refers to a frozen dessert containing 6-9% butterfat, 35% air, and more flavouring than other kinds of frozen desserts.

Japan - Hanami Dango: a Japanese dumpling made from rice flour mixed with uruchi rice flour and glutinous rice flour, to eat during hanami (flower viewing) where the three colors (pink, green, white) represent the order in which cherry blossoms bloom.

England - Victoria Sponge Cake: two sponge cakes which are filled with cream and jam then dusted on top with sugar, namded after Queen Victoria who was known to enjoy the small cakes with her afternoon tea.

Russia - Pashalnii Kulichi: a traditional Easter bread baked in tall, cylindrical tins (like coffee or fruit juice tins) and decorated with white icing (which slightly drizzles down the sides) and colorful flowers or sprinkles.

Prussia - Baumkuchen: literally "tree cake" or "log cake", a kind of spit cake from Germany, but also a popular dessert in Japan. The name stems from the characteristic "tree rings" that appear in its slices.

[yourcozylibrary]

等你爱上谁了你就知道

When you do fall in love,

在这世上有那么一个人

you'll know there's someone

他宁可死也不会对你出尔反尔的

who'd rather die than betray you.

[heartkaji]

★… 999 OKINAWA !❞

𝜗ৎ sum. endo’s never met a girl made of flowers.

𝜗ৎ notes. short poetic / flowery word vomit. mentions of blood. possible part two coming if i’m not too lazy </3

you met endo yamato in the summer of ‘99.

he died that summer with ivy in his teeth & dogwood in his mouth. when you asked around, the locals said the marigolds bit him to death.

funny how you met him in a marigold field, thistles in your hair & rosevines at your feet. endo yamato was dirty ink & swollen ankles bruised by rose thorns & japanese barberry. you thought he was beautiful.

but you didn’t dare near him, not when he crushed holly stems between his fingers, petals splitting in his palms. he seemed to have issues with the snapdragons & lamp grass—you watched from afar as he stomped on gold petals & camellia leaves till you decided the greenery had suffered enough.

“excuse me ? please don’t hurt the flowers.”

your voice is a dandelion in midsummer breeze. if you were any quieter, endo could’ve ignored it, but he turns to you, gashes on his forehead & blood dribbling down his chin,

“who the hell are you ?”

you want to shrink in on yourself, crawl into a mouse hole if you could. but instead you stand frozen like a deer in headlights, knot in your chest & voice swelling in your throat, “please don’t hurt the flowers.”

it’s more or less a squeak but endo seems amused. his lips curl into something of a grin & you don’t miss how he licks blood off split lips. “okay then, miss. but what’s in it for me if i do as you ask ?”

your lips tremble & your eyes sting & why the fuck are you crying ?

endo makes a face akin to surprise. your hands are dappled in tree sap & redmud yet you reach to clean your tears & now you’ve got soil & earth on your face too. endo feels bad. his brows are furrowed & his chest feels tight & how the hell did he get you sobbing?

his hands are faster than his head. his fingers are still drenched with earth & blood but they move to cup your cheeks & clean salt water off your face. now you’ve got soil on your skin & blood on your cheeks & holy hell you look even prettier up close.

endo tenses when you lean into his palm. there’s tears dribbling down your cheeks & it’s fucking disgusting but endo doesn’t necessarily feel repelled. he wonders what you’re doing out here, crown made of glaze lilies & cherry branches sitting on your hair. you’ve got a basket of holly & hawthorne in your hands & endo can’t help but think of how your cheeks match the rose petals.

“you’re beautiful,” endo’s got summer in his throat so it comes out as a whisper. he thinks you didn’t hear him but your heart bleeds up your throat. you free your cheeks from his hands & flowers spill from your basket, “please don’t hurt the flowers.”

endo gives you a nod. the flowers are safe with him.

© ─ heartkaji; do not steal, copy, edit, translate or reupload

[meowmeowriley]

Elder Emo

Ghost had been lost in thought, planning out his lessons for the following day, when he'd passed a room in the barracks and faintly heard music. Paramore? Normally he'd hear rock, pop, or occasionally something in Japanese. Not emo. Not what he'd been expecting, but a pleasant little throwback for him. He smiled to himself as he made to walk away, taking a mental note to pull up his old playlist and get lost in nostalgia later. But then he caught a bit of the conversation happening in the room.

"No she didn't tell me what it was all for, I stole it, dipshit."

"Why does she need 700 different eyeliners?"

"Are they different? Or is she just a hoarder?"

"Nah, mate. Some are like sticks, crayons, others are liquid. This one says eyeliner, but it looks like the eyeshadow stuff."

"That eyeshadow stuff is useless. Comes off too easily."

The two men were crowded around one's bed, it had been littered with a bunch of makeup, and they didn't seem to know what each was for.

"This is stupid."

"You said you wanted to finally have your emo phase, this is where it starts." The second man picked up a bottle of liquid eyeliner and leaned in close to the mirror, posed to paint his lower waterline with it. Ghost could no longer keep quiet.

"That's a mistake." His voice cause both recruits to jump, scrambling to salute. He rolled his eyes, but returned the gesture, if only to release the two.

He approached the bed scattered with makeup. Ghost couldn't say that he'd ever spoke to either of them, but he'd be damned if he didn't set them on the right path before they fucked themselves over here. "The liquid is for around your eyes, gives a bolder look than the stick. It's not for your waterline, you'll give yourself an eye infection like that." He handed the first soldier his choice in liner from the menagerie before them. "The liquid is bolder, but it smears, not smudges. If you're going for emo, you'll want a smudged look, the stick is better. Lay it on thick, and use your fingers to spread it around and smudge it out. And if it says waterproof, believe it. You'll need makeup remover to get that off." He said that last bit pointedly. If it weren't for regs, he'd let them just leave it like he had. Day old eyeliner that you slept in after a concert always looked so much cooler than when it had been freshly applied, at least in his opinion. Then another thought occurred to him. "Who'd you steal all this from?"

"Uhm... my sister... sir." The first man admitted sheepishly.

"Hmmm." Better a sibling than another soldier. "Give it back. You're in the army. You've been issued war paint, use that." He shrugged. Then added "I do."

The pair were quiet, clearly still not quite sure what was happening. "As you were." Ghost nodded and started to take his leave.

The second cleared his throat. "Uh... ahem... any uh... any music recommendations?"

Ghost turned in the doorway. He thought for a moment, and then "Well, you're listening to Paramore. If you want music from the same time, there's always Hawthorne Heights or Blink-182. You want something heavier look into Breaking Benjamin. Or more upbeat go for All Time Low. If you want something newer, Twenty One Pilots just released some new songs, or there's TX2, who draws a lot of inspiration from the greats. That's a start."

Both men smiled. The first spoke up. "Thank you, sir. This'll be a lot easier with an elder emo around."

Elder emo? Who- oh. Ohhhhh. When? How did that happen? He wasn't supposed to make it this far. Huh.

"Anytime." He nodded as he left them. He tried not to let his emotions show as he made his way down the hall, but internally he was brimming with pride. He'd made it so much further than anyone had ever thought, especially himself. It took a couple of baby emo's for him to see it, but he'd made it. He was still here. Despite the odds.

[lalunanymph]

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀 — i. sae

"i thought of you with the birds, but you never sang for me."

There was a stream of fog rolling across the road, heralding a cold and bleak morning.

Your feet were planted on the dashboard of Itoshi Sae's BMW, the radio a far dissonance from the tension drowning the both of you in waves.

"Are you sure?"

He didn't sound angry or sad.

In fact, you never knew exactly what Sae was feeling.

His walls were too high, and the soft tenderness of his heart was often guarded by a ring of spikes many would not consider to climb. You were one of the lucky few who had wriggled your way under the famous prodigy's skin, latching like an open wound on his otherwise unblemished skin.

Now, after two years of an unfulfilling relationship, it was time to tear the bandaid off in one swift, numbing move.

"Yes."

You removed your feet from his dashboard, swiping at some dirt left behind. Breaking up with Sae was one thing, but leaving your dirty tracks was beneath you.

A hard swallow bundled through the hawthorn of nerves in your throat. You couldn't speak in case the spikes would prick you instead.

Those teal eyes never lifted from the road, the ticking of the indicator —showing right, a direction you wondered if you were smart enough to take when it came to protecting your heart from Sae—was blinking like a metronome at measured, three second intervals.

You expelled a shaky breath.

"Sae—"

"I think it's for the best."

He finally looked at you, and the shallow emotion on his blank face was all the confirmation you needed. Your heart sank to your stomach, your ribcage flat against the high seat of this luxurious car.

Another hard swallow. "Okay."

This was the first time you got out of his car without kissing his cheek. He would never ask you to commit that loving gesture, and you would never forget to give it to him no matter what. Now, his cheek tingled and your lips were cold.

"Bye bye."

Your whispered parting barely stirred the old ghosts lingering in the space you once sat.

You turned around and never looked back.

Perhaps, if you did, you would've changed your mind when the glossy sheen in his eyes made itself known in the partial darkness.

Life was quiet without you.

The sun was beating down the back of his neck, warming the silver chain he wore around his throat.

Sae sketched his listless eyes across the sprawling city right at his feet. The world was his, but he was growing apathetic to it day by day.

Cobblestone streets barely held their charm. The family-owned restaurant down the road selling home cooked Japanese food didn't lift his spirits anymore.

The world was colder now that you were gone.

Everyday, he would glance at his phone, wishing he could beat the timezones and distance to get back into your arms.

You were probably asleep right now, wrapped in your favourite kaftan blanket. Today's Friday, so you had work in a few hours. Sae knew you would head out for drinks at your local bar to decompress after another hectic week in the office. Maybe you would treat yourself to an ice-cream cone at a gas station on your drive back home.

He clenched his fists, exhaling a jagged breath.

Time seemed to slow down into molasses when he picked up his phone, shaking off his fears and hitting the call button on your contact card.

"Hello?"

It wasn't your voice on the other end.

Gruff and low, rough with sleep. The other man in your bed, the one you easily replaced him with, was waiting for your ex-boyfriend to speak.

Sae's throat went dry.

"Hello? Who is this?"

A sinking feeling dragged him under its current when his eyes were finally opened to the truth.

You had deleted his number.

His name under your contacts had changed. He remembered what it was before you two broke it off.

Sae bae. With a red heart and a padlock behind his name.

And now, you had done the impossible; you had forgotten him.

"Sorry." The lump in the back of his throat felt like coal, dredging his words with the minefield implosion of his hopes. "Wrong number."

The currents of time flowed as it did—in ebbs and whirls which made the fresh wound of your breakup with Sae turn into little more than an ugly scab in your memories.

Years later, you were married, walking down the street to a nearby grocery store when a headline on a news stand caught your eye.

You approached the newspaper with open curiosity, rereading a name you hadn't seen in a long time.

Japan's football prodigy, Itoshi Sae, announces his wife's pregnancy in a sweet Instagram post.

Something thrummed in your chest, painful and hot when you picked the print up, flipping to the stated page where that piece of news seared through your mind like a forest fire.

Itoshi Sae, Spain's midfielder, shows off his wife's baby bump in a new post that has fans excited for this new phase in his life.

Sae's smiling face was a blank slate in your static-filled mind. Setting the paper down, you pulled out your phone, dragging his social media handle up.

Your ex-boyfriend was a private man, but over the years, he grew comfortable enough in the public light to show off his wife in a way he never used to do for you.

Her dark eyes and smile were sweet and genial. She was pregnant, supporting a hand under her small bump while your auburn-haired ex had his arm around her, his face pressed into her neck.

They lived in a house by the sea, judging from your scrolling; his life unfurling before you like an unfamiliar book you once knew all the words to.

His wife looked healthy and well-taken care off; her smile was infectious and you found yourself turning wistful.

The gold band around your ring finger caught your attention, and you took a second to admire its shine.

Once upon a time, you thought a life like this with Sae could've been yours.

You envisioned your days by the beach, watching seagulls fly past the white clouds and feeling the waves lap at your toes. Maybe you would've been carrying his baby, one hand perched on your swollen belly while his soft teal eyes would find yours from across the stretch of sand.

Never would you have believed that the life you held onto had given way to another blessing you hadn't saw coming.

With all your heart, you wished Sae Itoshi the best.

He may have never sung for you, but you were relieved to discover he could sing for someone else.

And you were glad you had found another man who could give you the whole world and his heart, as well.

Miles away, where Sae's feet were dusted with sand, yours hit the pavement, high heels clicking off into the distance as you walked away from the news stand and the picture of his smiling, bright face—back into the safe embrace of your everyday life.

a/n: it's bittersweet how the currents of our lives may not intersect with the ones we want, but the ones we absolutely need.

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