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I watched you
unfurl as an opening flower
towards all the possibilities
of hunger
giving your starved heart
in part
to gristle and bone
to feeling less alone
(to the secret of stolen pleasure
newly shared)
and you found a need you
didn't think you were made with
(I'd seen it in you
before you ever saw it
in yourself)
love, it was in your hand-wringing
in the brackish taste
of your yearning silence
which complemented my loud longing
perfectly
love, it was in the glances
you thought you hid but didn't
(never and always could you hide
anything or everything from me)
I have asked questions you couldn't
and together we are more
than the sum of our disparate
desperate parts
but the asking is one thing
the answer is
you'll find
quite another
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one thing I really, really love about dungeon meshi is the way love is portrayed. specifically in relation to laios because guys laios has such a big heart and he loves in such a fierce and passionate way, he just shows it in a unique and sometimes kind of incomprehensible way (because he is autistic just like me fr) and marcille and chilchuck and even senshi sometimes dont always understand him ok, they don't always get it. but it DOESN'T MATTER because they love him too, just the same, and even when hes a little strange, even when he does something that they can't fully comprehend, they still know that he loves them, right. they still get it. he doesn't HAVE to prove his love for them, they know it already. he doesn't have to try to pretend to love in their way- when he throws himself fully into keeping his party alive, when he thinks of out-of-the-box solutions to getting his friends to safety, even when he's infodumping about his monster special interest, he is saying in every word "I love you", and his party knows this. they know it. man hold on a second mman hold on one second
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4 am and im thinking about this post and i. I keep coming back to the meals. the food. food being the biggest form of love in ikepri. queen michel inventing recipes in the kitchens with leticia. sariel calming down the crying princes with cookies. chevalier splitting a loaf of bread in the market with gilbert. keith having salons regularly with yves and licht. rio's favorite dish being the one emma would make while nursing him back to health. leon getting flavored candy from jin every christmas. the twins sneaking their carrots into sariel's meals (and vice versa). gilbert having a sweet tooth because albert used to make sweets for him. luke learning how to cook because of leyla. leon going to the tavern with jin and clavis for beer and meat. sariel and rio becoming drinking partners. jin abandoning his cutlery and table manners to make luke feel at home. clavis theming his culinary creations around rabbits. yves's hobby of baking for his brothers. silvio and nokto going out for drinks. a secret package of honey cookies. tea leaves in letters. rose-themed desserts. the food. the food. the food.
the domestic faction's meals together being so much more than just faction bonding. it's about leon and yves and jin recognizing licht needs help. it's about them noticing their baby brother is deeply depressed and has a low appetite and will likely go the whole day without food if left to his own devices. it's about leon gathering them for breakfast and lunch and dinner to make sure licht eats something or else he'll forget. it's about yves practicing baking and becoming good at it because licht loved sweets as a child. it's about yves wants to bring some of that joy back for him. it's about the four of them fighting over cake like little kids. mealtimes becoming an act of love and devotion.
and emma. emma being welcomed to the castle with a feast in the domestic faction's office. emma going on a food tour of the capital with yves. emma making time to have tea with rio. emma baking a cake for chevalier for his birthday every year. emma learning to cook hamburg steak to perfection for nokto. emma bringing sandwiches to the princes while they train. emma baking that pie that yves's mother loved, for him. emma making honey-sweetened desserts for luke. emma eating breakfast together with clavis. I just. there is so much love to be found in the food. my god. my god.
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lol im almost in tears at work thinking about handers. specifically mage hawke and anders. two mages, happily in love and free from the circle. especially older mage hawke and older anders with grey in their hair, (with. KIDS. ?!), and the vague sense of choked awe from the (former) circle mages they meet. when i was in the circle, love was only a game. it gave the templars too much power if there was something you couldn't stand to lose. no mage i know has ever dared to fall in love. this is the rule i will most cherish breaking. how many of them watched their lovers -- lovers they never held or slept with or even kissed -- turned tranquil, how many lost their lovers overnight to failed harrowings. how many mages kept their eyes shut, turned away from intimacy, out of fear it could be used against them. that they would be used against someone else, their lives ripped away for the crime of falling in love. how many heard the screams of mothers ripped away from their children just after birth. how many heard the sobbings of apprentices ripped from their families at night. and then, to see handers -- both mages, both so fiercely, unrepentantly, defiantly in love. mages who love each other, who have loved each other for years, who will always have each other, when they've never had that before. doesn't it give you hope for the future.
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i’ve been having a lot of thoughts about hunger and love
[ID: an illustrated hand written poem that reads:
they say “love makes you hungry”
they say “it hollows you out leaves a pit
in your stomach makes you
ravenous”
I say “that’s alright - I know how to
bake bread and make soup and
peel oranges, segment each piece for
us to share.”
“I know how to feed someone,” I say.
my kitchen is always open
and there is space for you
to come in.
A watercolour and ink illustration below the poem shows a bowl of steaming butternut squash soup. The bowl is brown with grey flowers, the soup is orange, and the steam curls up around the words of the poem. The artistic style is loose and a bit sketchy, with thick lines drawn in ink. Similarly, the handwriting of the poem is a bit of a scrawl.
The artist’s signature reads h. graves. End ID.]
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My baby sister just gave me one of her blueberries 🥹
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absolutely no pressure to answer this, and this ask is only born of curiosity, but what was the 'sibling' peace you mentioned during ordership week?
(once again no pressure at all to answer, i know there's an..... amount of 💿🐴 (disk-horse) surrounding that whole topic haha)
I... I... Anon, if you're talking about my end note on the 🔞 art piece, by "sibling piece" I meant a diptych and to the best of my knowledge there's no discourse surrounding those, at least in fandom spaces.
Basically in the middle of the process of creating the first (and to date the only) piece I had this fanciful notion of using what I had already done and tweaking a few details resulting in two structurally similar but contextually distinct artworks. You know, in much the same way Observatory Musings B-side and A-side are sibling pieces, just in text in form.
😔I'm sorry for the english language if there has been some form of misunderstanding. It's after 1 am for me and there's a strong possibility I'm making a fool of myself, but in fairness I'm absolutely excellent at that at all hours of the day.
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