#i knew you would forget forget-me-nots KILLS ME

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My Life For Yours (Satoru Gojo x Reader Soulmate AU)

This is just the first part, planning on doing a part 2 and maybe 3.

Satoru Gojo didn't believe you two were fated to be soulmates. Hell, he refused to believe it. How could he not? You were one of his fellow students in Jujutsu High, introduced to him by your friend Suguru Geto. You were considered a special grade sorcerer, but how was that when you were so weak? You couldn't fight, you could only support others, taking the blows for them with your cursed technique. With each blow thrown an ally's way, you used your technique to save them. The blow would always get blasted back to the enemy, but why would you harm yourself for that? Why go out of your way to protect someone you barely knew? He just couldn't wrap his head around it.

Maybe that's why he still can't wrap his head around what you did.

You found out he was going to fight Toji. You insisted you come along, he of course refused. You were too weak to help anyways. But you were a persistent one. You somehow convinced him to let you tag along as long as you didn't “get in the way”.

He wishes he didn't say that nor that he let you come along.

You hid while he and Toji were fighting, you didn't even let him know where you were. Maybe you were just waiting for that moment, the moment that was meant to kill him. 

Toji would've killed him if not for you using your technique on him in a split second. The blow that was meant for him engulfed you, he swears you died on the spot then. But as you fell down, never to get up again, you smiled at him. Your voice rang through his head then. “Now, win this.” You died that day, Gods he wishes he didn't let you go. But with your death, his cursed energy soared. He easily defeated Toji after that, but he didn't feel satisfied. He kept sending blow after blow to Toji’s corpse till it was reduced to nothing. He went down to recover your body, seeing you still had that stupid smile spread across your face, with tear stains on your cheeks. 

He was the one who brought you back to announce your death to Jujutsu High. “So… she finally did it…” Yaga told him. “She finally gave her life to someone else.”

He didn't understand what he meant. It was only later that he found that's why you were considered a special grade. You quite literally gave your power to him, making him stronger than before, giving him your life force. You were now a part of him. 

He swears he sees you wherever he goes. You with that stupid fucking smile. He remembers screaming at your image, screaming that it was your fault he feels like this. And what did you do? You just smiled the whole time, albeit a bit sadder now. 

He would visit your grave constantly, a grave that simply had your name plastered on it with the word “Oyasumi”. He hated that. He hated how you were reduced to just a piece of stone. 

The last time he saw you was when he destroyed it. He couldn't control himself, his anger, his hate, his despair. He destroyed the only thing that was keeping you in this world. When the dust cleared, he saw you standing there, waving goodbye to him before walking away in the midst of the new morning.

“She's not coming back…” he heard someone say from behind him. He almost attacked that person too. They stopped him however, introducing themselves as ‘the prophet’. They gave you a choice. Kill them there and never be able to see you again, or attempt to change the past. Change the past? He remembers thinking. How stupid is this person? After hesitating to attack, the person came forward to him, offering him a bundle of forget-me-nots to him. He thought it was a sick joke. He was the only one to bring those flowers to your now decimated grave. He threw the flowers down, demanding the person explain why they were here.

“Simple, I just can't stand to see someone lose their soulmate.”

His…. Soulmate?

“She was yours, you know. And yet… you treated her like a mere pest. Yet she still gave her life to support you, to make you stronger than ever. Why?”

He was going to kill this person if they continued like that. 

“I can give you a chance to re-do it all. To find her again, to make things right. After all, you love her, no?”

And so, here he was. Watching you from afar as you hung out with Suguru before you two were even supposed to meet. Now was his chance to make up for what he did. Now was the chance to give his life to you.

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Augusnippets Day 16: Dehumanization

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tw: dehumanization, mind control, brainwashing, gruesome spell ingredients, amnesia

Claude ducked into a side room, avoiding the gaze of yet another of the witch's many familiars. They resembled porcelain dolls the size of people, all wearing immaculate frilly dresses with shiny shoes that clicked on the wood floors, their eyes glassy and empty as they went about their chores. He wasn't sure if they were dolls that had been turned into servants or humans that had been enchanted into dolls, and he wasn't eager to find out.

He had only one piece of business in the witch's stronghold, and that was simply to kill her and free his village from the curse that was slowly poisoning it. He couldn't bear to see crops wither as soon as they emerged from the ground, houses going to rot, whole families going pale and sickly. It was all because the witch had been spurned and mocked when she came to the village for help -- and so she'd doomed them all.

The side room seemed to be a kind of small parlor, with tea set for two complete with a basket of moldy pastries. Thankfully, there were no familiars to be found. Claude took a deep breath and fiddled with the knife in its sheath yet again. He'd never actually killed anyone. He hoped he had the stomach for it.

Rallying his courage, he opened the door just a crack --

And the door was pulled open the rest of the way as an entire group of dolls ambushed him.

They were stronger than they looked, grabbing Claude and forcing him to the ground. They wordlessly chained his hands behind his back, and Claude looked deep into mindless dead eyes as another of the dolls stuffed a cloth gag in his mouth. His struggles were fruitless as the dolls hoisted him up and carried him away.

He felt more at peace with the situation than he would have expected. After all, he knew the risk of infiltrating the witch's stronghold, and dying quickly here was preferable to dying slowly in the village. At least he could go to his grave knowing that he tried.

The dolls carried him down the hallway and up a spiral staircase, then another, then another, until they reached the top of a tower. They brought him into a circular room with a cauldron in the center, lined with shelves containing thousands of strange and unidentifiable objects. There, standing in front of a massive leather-bound book on a podium, was the witch.

"Oh, what have we here?" said the witch. She was unnaturally youthful, considering what her true age must be, wearing a rough-looking brown shift adorned with many living plants and flowers. "Some interesting entertainment for this evening…"

Claude struggled against his bonds to no avail, as the cold and smooth hands of the dolls were holding him fast.

"You've done well to catch this rat." She patted one of the dolls on the head. "Now, why were you here?"

He glared at her, not willing to say even if he wasn't gagged.

She seemed unperturbed by this, plucking a sprig of forget-me-nots from her dress. She touched them to his forehead, then his throat, then to the gag that covered his mouth, and as she pulled them away, she drew an a ethereal silver thread with them, as though she were taking something from his very soul.

"Oh, you're here to kill me. You believe it will save your village. How tedious," she said, waving her fingers and dissolving the thread into the air. "For your impertinence, I should simply turn you into an insect and crush you."

Claude tried not to let his fear show. She was more than capable of such a thing, he was sure.

"Or perhaps I could be merciful and relieve you of your troubles. I could turn you into a bird and allow you to fly away from all of this."

If she turns me into a bird, I'll peck her eyes out first, he thought, and hoped that she couldn't read his mind any further than she already had.

"On the other hand…" A bony hand touched his cheek, turning Claude's face gently to the side as she examined him closely for something. He flinched away as best as he could. "Yes. I didn't notice at first, but you seem very well suited for servitude."

The dolls holding him chattered incoherently as his blood turned to ice. Anything but that -- he'd rather be turned into an insect, a bird, a worm, a rat. Just not an empty doll serving his greatest enemy.

"Yes, yes, I think that will do quite nicely," she said. "Oh, don't look so upset. Servitude is a precious gift. It's more than you deserve."

Claude fought as hard as he could against the dolls, but they quickly wrangled him into a chair. The witch snapped her fingers, and vines grew up and over the chair, binding him tightly. Another snap, and the wood underneath her cauldron burst into flame. She began to rummage among her shelves, pulling out ingredients.

She began by throwing several bunches of flowers into the pot. "Poppy, lavender, and valerian to help put you to sleep," she said, and the air in the room grew thick and heavy. "Spiderwebs gathered at dawn, to bind you to me." The almost-invisible substance poured from the jar seemed to shimmer in the air. "False dragonhead and the eyes of a dog to induce a deep obedience." Claude looked away from the gruesome sight. "Hibiscus for delicate beauty. Lotus root for serenity. Roses the color of a sunrise for grace."

The scent of the potion was becoming oppressive. Claude could feel his limbs grow heavy and his thoughts slow, even as he fought against the magic that was slowly but surely ensorcelling him.

"Bulrush and the brain of a young cow to promote sweet docility and mindlessness," she said, tossing them into the cauldron. "Just a pinch of deadly nightshade to stop your heart."

Claude jerked awake from the stupor he had been falling into, struggling against the vines anew, but the more he fought, the more they constricted around him.

"And now, the final touch." The witch was holding a pair of long, rusted shears. The vines forced Claude to hold his head still while she snipped at his hair. She gathered the locks from the floor and stuffed them into a small satchel, which she then tied around the neck of a wooden puppet, and threw it all into the cauldron.

As the puppet sank beneath the murky brew, Claude felt something in him change. His limbs started to numb, and a strong drowsiness overtook him. It was a cold, empty feeling, and his heart slowed along with the remainder of his thoughts, as he sank deep into a trance.

He opened his heavy eyelids just enough to see the witch preparing a shallow stone bowl of the potion and bringing it to him. "Breathe deep," she instructed. "Breathe deep and forget everything. Breathe deep and be changed."

He had no choice but to breathe it in, and he could feel it permeating every part of his body, fogging his mind. His fear gave way to tranquil stillness, his resistance turning into unthinking obedience. He looked up at his Witch with adoration, grateful for the precious gift of servitude, aching to serve her.

"Not yet, little one, we must complete the spell first," she said. The vines pulled the gag from his mouth, and the Witch put the bowl to his lips. "Drink," she commanded, and he was ever so eager to obey.

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Til The End Of Eternity || Chapter seven Forget me not (7/?)

(Douxie Casperan x f!reader)

Summary: Y/n is trying to figure her life out but is going to be hard since her brother is the new trollhunter and she is plagued by dreams and feelings she doesn’t understand.

Chapter Summary: Y/n and Douxie go on a date. Barbara is worried about her children.

Word count: 2004

Warnings: nono

(Season 1 Episodes 11/12/13)

Song?: Los caminos de la vida by Vicentico

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Myosotis, commonly known as “forget-me-not”, symbolizes hope for everlasting love, remembrance, true and enduring love, trust, and faithfulness.

Y/n looked at herself in the rusty mirror for what it felt like the thousandth time, while she brushed her hair with her fingers.

After Douxie left, time seemed to change. Her shift went so fast and so slow at the same time. She felt her stomach turn like the chicken she had for lunch. Her body and her mind couldn’t believe she had a date with the only person who could make her nervous: Douxie.

She stepped back and saw Jim’s old Gun Robot shirt. She cursed herself for choosing today to use it.

“I think you should clean yourself up before coming to work, you know?” Randy joked from the door of the small bathroom.

“Not funny” Y/n twirl around judging her outfit, again.

“Where’re you going?”

“Douxie invited me for coffee” she mumbled.

“What?” Randy put a hand on his ear and got closer.

“Douxie invited me to get coffee after my shift” she said a little louder.

Randy laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Y/n looked back at him with her arms crossed. She usually didn’t care about Randy’s teasing but today, her nervousness had killed all the fun in her.

“I was right!” He clapped.

Y/n raised an eyebrow

“Come on! Congratulate me for noticing! I never catch this stuff” he laughed.

She rolled her eyes and returned to the mirror.

“Stop looking at yourself in the mirror. You are going to make a hole on it” he put his arm around her shoulders and took her out of the bathroom “You look great! It’s going to go great!”

“You think?” She looked at him hopeful.

Y/n always considered herself a loner. She had never felt a connection with anyone, romantic or just platonic. Not in high school, not in college. Eventually she gave up. She had all the people she needed: Barbara, Jim, Toby and Nana. She didn’t need anyone else. But when she came back to Arcadia and started working at the shop, Randy made his way through the walls she had built.

“Of course! Just one thing, a small, tiny thing” they walked to the counter “Don’t leave in the middle of the date just because your brother calls you”

“What!?”

“Come on, Y/n! I know you! And I’ve seen you lately. Every time Jim calls, you drop everything!”

“He’s my little brother” she left the embrace.

“I know! But you should have some fun without Jim sometimes” he grabbed her by the shoulders “Have fun with someone your age for once! Outside me of course!”

“Aren’t you like thirty?” She joked.

“Hey! I’m the lovely and young age of twenty seven” Randy went behind the counter.

Y/n sighed. She knew Randy was right. Lately everything had been about Jim and the trolls, maybe distracting herself a little would help.

Right?

“There he is” Randy pointed to the window.

Y/n turned around and saw Douxie walking to the door.

“Have fun but not more fun than with me and be safe” Randy said quickly and disappeared in the back.

Douxie knocked on the closed door.

Y/n took a deep breath trying to calm her nerves.

“Hey” she smiled.

“Hello, love” Douxie smiled back with all the confidence he didn’t have this afternoon “Ready?”

“Ready” she fixed the strap of her bag and closed the door behind her.

Douxie looked so beautiful under the dusk light. His dark hair dancing with the breeze, his beautiful hazel eyes looking at her. Y/n was transfixed

“I brought you this” he gave her three little flowers.

“Forget me nots’” she chuckled.

“Yeah, I wanted to buy you an actual bouquet but I wasn’t sure what flowers you’d like” he scratched the back of his head.

Y/n laughed to herself “This is a good pick. I love forget me nots” she caressed the three small flowers “My mom told me this story when I was little about these flowers being named that because they were afraid of being forgotten by god. After hearing that, I became obsessed with the flower. I don’t know. Something about that story really moved little six years old me” Y/n turned and saw Douxie smiling at her.

“Sorry. I got weird” she fake laughed.

“No, it’s okay. I get it” he sounded soft. Softer than Y/n ever heard him.

“So, where do you wanna go?” She changed the subject trying to move on from the awkwardness she felt.

“Follow me”

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The sun was long gone. Douxie and Y/n climbed to the ceiling of Douxie’s bookstore. Between some sweets and the most delicious tea Y/n ever tasted, they talked about everything. Douxie told her about his friends, the band and moving to Arcadia. Y/n told him about her family, her music and how she didn’t know where her life was supposed to go. She couldn’t stop the words from falling. In any other circumstance she wouldn’t talk so much, but Douxie, Douxie was different. He made her feel comfortable, at ease to talk about anything. Anything. At times, she felt like she had to stop herself from telling him about the secret she’s been keeping.

In contrast with the date, the walk home was quiet. It wasn’t an awkward silence, it was comfortable. They walked side by side observing the view Arcadia had to offer, the calmness that existed during the night.

“This is me” Y/n pointed to her door.

They stopped and looked at each other.

“I had fun” she smiled.

“Me too” he mirrored her and took one step forward “I hope we can do it again” he took her hand.

“Me too” she breathed.

Y/n and Douxie were so close that their noses touched.

“What are you doing?” The door swung open.

Douxie and Y/n jumped back. Douxie grabbed Y/n by the waist and pushed her close.

“Jesus, Jim” Y/n screamed taking a step forward “What are you doing?!”

“Oh, sorry, Y/n! I thought you were a gob…”

Y/n moved to the side so her little brother could see she wasn’t alone.

“Oh, hey” Jim frowned.

“Sorry about him” Y/n pushed Jim into the house with her hand.

“Don’t worry” Douxie smiled, his cheeks were still rosy “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah” she smiled.

“Ugh!” Jim was disgusted.

“Go back inside” she pushed Jim inside once more “I’m going to kill you” she whispered once Douxie was far enough.

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“Master Jim, you must listen to me very carefully. They’ve captured me and want you to come to the Bridge…Alone. DON’T COME IT’S A TRAP” Blinky screamed .

“Give me that! It appears things have grown awkward, Mr Lake. Meet me in the alley beside the theater if you ever want to see your friend again” Strickler said

“DON’T OPEN THE BRIDGE!” Blinky screamed “UNDER NO CIRCUMSTAN…” and the voicemail was done.

“I’ve listened to it a hundred times now, and I still don’t know what to do” Jim sat in the hospital bed with scratches all over his face.

Last night, after Y/n went to bed, Jim left to take care of trollhunting business that end up in a fight with some goblins.

“You don’t have to do this alone. You’ve got Aaarrrgghh, Draal, Y/n, me” Toby said.

“They said I had to be alone. If I’m not, what do you think they’ll do to Blinky?” Asked Jim.

“Blinky made it clear ‘Under no circumstances’” Y/n reminded him.

“Enough friends have gotten hurt because of me. No more”

“Well, it’s your call. You’re the Trollhunter. Here” Toby handed the amulet back to him.

Y/n sighed

“I picked it up in the woods after they dragged you away. I thought since we found it together, we’d always be in this together”

“Hello, Toby” Barbara interrupted.

“Hey, Dr Lake. I was just leaving. He’s all yours” Toby smiled “ Can you believe it? Coyotes!” He added before finally leaving.

Y/n pinched her nose.

“You have good friends. One even stayed by your side all night” Barbara walked to Jim’s bed and sat at the feet of it by Y/n side.

“Toby is a great…”

“Actually, it was a girl. She said her name was Claire” Barbara corrected.

Y/n wiggle her eyebrows at Jim who was dumbstruck.

“I want you to talk to me and I expect to hear the truth. What were you doing in the woods?” Barbara spoke again.

Y/n sat a little straighter and looked at her brother. She couldn’t help him out on this one.

“Well, Claire thought she heard her brother crying in the woods, so we went in, but it was this pack of crazy coyotes and…”

“The truth, Jim.” His mother interrupted his rambling “Those scratches weren’t from coyotes”

“I swear! You can ask Claire!” He insisted.

“Stop lying to me!” Barbara stood up and looked through the window “You come home from school covered in bruises, sneak out in the middle of the night, get arrested for a silly Chubby Tracker?”

“I know you’re angry but..” Jim lifted his hands and Barbara took them

“Angry? I’m not angry and I’m long past worried. I’m terrified!”

Y/n lowered her gaze. She was so consumed in her apparent loss of memory and worrying about Jim that forgot that her mother.

“I found this in a cookbook” she took out an envelope from her coat. It was Jim’s letter.

“It’s…still sealed” Jim said

“Whatever is happening, whatever it is you’re afraid to say. I want you to tell me, face to face” she put the letter on his lap “Believe it or not, there was a time when you used to share everything with me. Both of you” she caressed Jim’s cheek and grabbed Y/n’s hand.

The siblings looked at each other and lowered their gaze.

“Fine” she stood up “If that’s the way you feel, your doctor has discharged you, Mr Lake. Good luck at the play” she left.

“Mom, I’m sorry” Jim pleaded but her mother couldn’t hear him.

—

Y/n sat in the audience, swinging her left foot back and forth, waiting for the play to start, or at least that was what the people passing by could see. In reality, Y/n was waiting for her brother and friends to return from a dangerous crusade.

Jim, Toby, Draal and Aaarrrgghh were rescuing Blinky while she maintained the appearances at the school’s play. Her anxiety was kicking at her ribcage, her right thumbnail almost gone from the constant biting. Nothing could calm her. She wanted to go and fight alongside her brother to keep him safe, but after what happened earlier with her mom, someone had to keep up with the image. Being the one waiting was killing her. Her brain was filling itself with awful scenarios. Bular was strong, powerful and had many years of training over the trollhunters. Everything could go terribly wrong.

She imagines herself running to the bridge and stabbing Bular with a sword from the exhibit giving an end to all of this. No more stress. No more nightmares of Jim dying. Jim could be a normal kid.

Fortunately, Jim showed up on time and with the news of Bular’s slaying. Y/n felt her lungs fill with air more easily. This wasn’t the end. Jim was still the Trollhunter and more dangers were ahead but tonight, everyone would sleep a little better

A/n: fun fact ig?: I didn’t know the existence of the forget me not until i played the arcana! (And got obsessed with muriel 👀) also read the little story on a fan fic long ago so idk if it's a common story or not. It popped up in my head while writing. Also, the selection for the song on this one was so complicated 😭😭 I didn’t want to put a song in spanish but it is the one that fit the most. Look up the lyrics, is a beautiful song

[dotchi18]

Um hi, I saw your Yandree prompts flower language reblog and I would like to request if not already done Forget-me-nots( F) for Leviathan cause that just screams Yan!Levi.

Take your time and be sure to hydrate before you dydrate( dehydrate)-❄️🐍

Hey there!

Thanks for the Request, aside from Cup no one's made a request from me, so here it is for you ❄️🐍!

(Also, I love the Hydrate or Die-drate, I say it to my family all the time <3 )

I ran through a couple of scenarios, first with Nightbringer, then with Reader being an actual Idol, then I settled on this.

It's rather light on the Yandere in this one, I hope you don't mind!

Leviathan calls the Reader 'Henry' because of TSL in this one, just as a forewarning :3

I really hope you like it!

Yandere!Leviathan x Reader

Forget-me-not (True Love): "It's like you were meant for me."

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Fixation.

Leviathan was someone who fixated on things.

Perhaps it was because that was the sin that always simmered under his flesh like boiling water under a lid, but when Levi's attention was caught by something, it took centuries to take his mind off it, if it ever happened at all.

It had never happened with a human before.

Sure, there were Idols and Characters from Games, Books and Anime, but it never happened with someone that was living and breathing within the same vicinity as him.

And to think, when he had met you he had nearly dismissed you as a normie, almost killed you by summoning Lotan.

It wasn't the first time someone had tried to do that to you even at the time, so you had found it in yourself to forgive him.

To tell him you wanted to be friends with him.

At first he thought that it was something that you were doing to appease him, as he hadn't been exactly pleased to forge a pact with you.

But...

The late nights sitting together in his room, sometimes watching shows together, sometimes gaming, other times just simply resting in the same space as him.

It was really like you wanted to be there with him.

You know it's impossible for him to just ignore that, right?

Surely you knew what you were doing to him, yeah?

The turn of your mouth into that charming smile, the way your eyes shone when you got past a certain level or obtained something that you were looking for, the way you would actively get him his favorite snacks to bring back to him...

All of it was like you were standing in the middle of the stage of his life, and the more you spent time with him, the more you shared with him, the more of everything that is you, it was like another spotlight turned on and pointed directly at you.

He was Transfixed by you.

And you knew it too.

Leviathan is not a subtle demon, not even in the slightest, so when he kicks down the door to your room; recruiting you to his hunting party in a game, when he glares at his brothers when they stop you in your place and take away your time, it was one of the most obvious things in the world, seeing how much he wanted you around.

To be there, with him.

If you were being honest you felt flattered.

Charmed, even, perhaps you even felt a bit reciprocal?

You didn't perceive the depths of his growing obsession with you.

And how could you have?

You were just a human, in a land that was completely foreign to you, with beings that were not human.

Their lifespans ran so much deeper than yours, they felt things so much deeper than regular humans to.

And even to demons, Leviathan fixated.

He never let things go.

And you were no exception.

What was so long to you, many months, even a year and more in his presence, staying around him, was almost a breath for him, but even in that short span of time, he learned and memorized you as much as one did for TSL.

He knew about your favorite colors, your favorite treats, what you did when you were upset, little habits that you did that even you yourself didn't know.

He knew which of the shows you both shared which ones you liked better, what games you liked investing the most of your time in, what your favorite video game soundtrack is even if you yourself didn't pay much attention to those kinds of things.

You were the center of his world, and he hoped to become the center of yours as he inched slowly, ever so slowly to you.

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By the time that you both sat together in his tub bed, something you had been doing in the past for quite some time now, looking to each other, it was something that almost didn't come soon enough.

His gentle touch as he held your hand, the flush of his cheeks from shyness, his orange eyes looking to you, trained wholly on you as he swallowed.

" Levi?"

You couldn't help but trace your thumb on his hand, watching his whole self with curious eyes as his own fingers rubbed back to yours.

" H-Henry." He started softly as both of your eyes moved to your joined hands, " My Henry."

" Yes?"

" I... Love you."

You couldn't help the smile as your other hand came up and covered your mouth a little bit, almost to stifle your joy, not wanting to stop him from what he was doing.

" I-I know I'm just a yucky otaku! But... It just seems so perfect.

You are so perfect.

It's like you were meant for me."

He swallowed hard before his other hand went to yours so the both of them were holding it, desperate to keep you close to him, to just make sure you didn't slip away.

" I love you too Levi."

There was no other way for you to answer your best friend, someone you had spent so much of your time with, because it was true.

Your hand shifted from his own to his wrists before his arms.

He followed your lead and soon the both of you were locked in an embrace.

" Will you have me, My Lord of Shadows?" You asked with a small lilt of joy and slight joking in your voice in answer to his own pet name earlier.

His grip on you tightened so much you almost couldn't breathe, stealing your breath away, unable to see his face as it was buried in your neck.

" Forever."

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Forget-Me-Nots in the rain - DainsLumi Angst One-Shot

I always write angst when I feel empty it seems Anyway life laugh love dainslumi thank you @michiruzz for proof-reading xoxo

rough word count: 1549

tw: hurt no comfort, described use of violence and blood

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Forget-Me-Nots in the rain

Lumine hadn't spoken to Dainsleif for a long time.

He felt like she was giving him the silent treatment at first, thought he had done something wrong, said something that must've upset her, but she also seemed pretty absent that whole day.

After he found her, all alone kneeling on the floor, he brought her back to their campsite and made her some food. She looked so pale, as if she had seen a ghost.

"Lumine…" He spoke up softly, lifting a spoon with soup to her face but she never took the spoon. Maybe she wasn't hungry. Maybe she was sick? Dainsleif didn't know.

He heaved a sigh, setting the bowl back down, and crawled back into the tent. He sat next to her, in a calm manner and slowly guided her head to rest against his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" He asked her, but she didn't answer him, as expected. "Did I do something? Did something happen?" Dainsleif tried again - to no avail.

He kissed the top of her head, just to show her that he was there for her.

They looked at the scenery outside. Lumine's stare was absent and lacked the tint of life. Dainsleif's stare was cold yet his face calm.

One drop of water hit Dainsleifs leg, then another and another, until it started to rain more heavily. The former knight acted as he thought he should and gently pulled Lumine more inside the tent. It would at least shield them for a while.

The sound of the rain was calming, especially since they were close to a small river. The drops splattered onto the water of the river, creating a soothing sound around them.

"You have to eat at least something." Dainsleif told her sternly now and raised the spoon to her lips. "You don't need to talk, just eat."

Lumine accepted the food, even if she was reluctant. How greatful Dainsleif was that she ate the soup.

Feeding Lumine, Dainsleif inspected her carefully. She was incredibly pale, her eyes looked dull, sucked dry from any sign of life, the slight trembling as she moved… It concerned him greatly.

Dainsleif took off his cape, putting it over Lumine's shoulders in an attempt to both soothe her and keep her warm.

But Lumine still trembled and she didn't meet his gaze. 'Deep breaths' Dainsleif told himself 'she must have a cold.' or at least he hoped.

"Lumine, let's lay down, you're shaking…"

Once again, no response. The blonde knight pushed her onto her back without any resistance from her. It almost seemed she finally snapped out of it when Lumine blinked up at him slowly.

He was glad.

"Everything okay?" He asked her and she nodded slightly.

At least she reacted to his questions now.

"Still hungry?"

Lumine shook her head, but her stomach betrayed her with a small growl. The Twilight Sword smiled at her, caressing her cheek in a surprisingly loving way.

He offered her more of the soup and watched her sit up on the soft floor of the tent. "I want more…" Lumine muttered and Dainsleif didn't waste any time to fill her bowl with more soup.

She ate it all up, but the frown never left her face, the dull look in her eyes never faded.

"Dainsleif…"

"Hm?"

It's as if he was talking to a brick wall. Never had Dainsleif seen Lumine this absent and locked in. She didn't open up about what happened and left him guessing.

When Lumine didn't speak up again, Dainsleif pressed a gentle kiss against her forehead and laid down next to her. Lumine knew he'd gladly be her pillow if she wanted that.

But she decided to lay far away from him, which caused a frown to tug at the corners of the blonde knight's mouth.

This was killing him.

The thought of accidentally having upset Lumine never left him alone, not even after he could hear that Lumine was seemingly asleep.

That night, falling asleep wasn't easy. Dainsleif closed his eyes but his mind could never actually calm down as thousands of thoughts scattered through it per minute.

The sounds of the crickets outside… the splashing of the waterdrops hitting the surface of the river nearby… The sound of the raindrops hitting the tent's ceiling.

The blonde knight opened his eyes when he heard shuffling next to him. Lumine raised her self up into a sitting position. He could feel her stare at his back before the rustling began again.

She was leaving the tent? In the middle of the night? While it rained?

That didn't seem normal.

The blonde outlander left the tent, her small steps battering in the puddles. The further her steps faded the more concerned Dainsleif before he finally decided to go affer her.

She hadn't walked all too far, but she was back at the cliff he found her at. She stared into the sunrise, raindrops soaking her hair and clothes within minutes.

"He was right."

Lumine spoke up suddenly and Dainsleif raised a brow, keeping a distance from her as to not discomfort her.

"He was right all along."

She said again, before she looked at Dainsleif with a cold glare.

"You lied to me, didn't you?" Her words struck a nerve in Dainsleif. Him? Lie to her? Never.

"What are you talking about?" He asked her, trying to keep his voice calm but that only fueled her anger.

"Don't play dumb with me now."

"I'm not playing dumb."

"Liar."

There it was again. Liar. He wasn't a liar. He wouldn't lie to her, he didn't even know what she thought he lied about.

"Enlighten me. What did I lie about?" He tried again as her glare intensified. Lumine, his Lumine, didn't trust him anymore.

Her piercing eyes were cold and dull, he had never seen her like this and he didn't know what caused this. She took a deep breath "This isn't right. Your perspective on the situation, everything we've done so far, isn't what we should've been doing. We were just wasting our time!"

The blonde swordsman fell silent once more. The sun rose higher and higher behind Lumine's petite form, making it hard for him to see her expression.

Despite their argument she still looked stunning in the sunrise.

"Lumine-" He started but she cut him off immediately.

"They showed me the truth. I know everything I need to know."

Lumine's words made no sense to him. "What truth? What kind of brainless i-" His words were cut short by a blade dashing towards him.

Dainsleif managed to draw his own sword just in time, a clanking sound erupted from them. "Lumine?!" He yelled out but her glare remained.

The small woman raised her sword again and again, all of her attacks were blocked by Dainsleif's own. Cluttering sounds, the clanking of metal on metal, a few screams of anger from Lumine's part.

Dainsleif tried to reason with her "Lumine, stop this nonsense!" And for a moment, he swore he saw a glimpse of regret in her eyes.

That was a bluff. He let his guard down for a mere second and found her sword stuck in his abdomen. They struggled against each other. The more he struggled, the deeper she pushed her sword.

He couldn't die, they both knew, but Dainsleif wasn't immune to pain. The look in Dainsleif's eyes was pleading, he wanted her to listen.

The blonde outlander twisted her sword in his abdomen, causing Dainsleif to scream out in pain. He stumbled back as she pulled her sword out, causing blue-ish blood to drop into the fresh green grass. The Twilight Sword almost dropped his own sword as he tumbled until he tripped over his own feet and landed on his ass with the back of his head hitting the trunk of a tree.

The pain was barely manageable.

Dainsleif tasted a warm and metallic liquid on his tongue. It was only then, that he realised it was his own blood. He spit it out, pressing a hand firmly onto the inflicted wound that was slowly soaking his clothes. The wet warmth was disgusting on his skin.

"Don't try to come after me. Our journey ends here, Twilight Sword." Lumine said in a harsh tone, but her eyes betrayed her. The oh-so-regretful and saddened tint in her eyes said more than her words could ever express.

While the blonde man bled on the floor, pleading for her to stay, the outlander started to walk off into the sunrise with a tight feeling in her chest.

Dainsleif remained on the floor until there was no sight of Lumine. She was gone and left him broken on the floor as she left. In all his life, Dainsleif couldn't remember the last time he had felt that sting in his eyes.

His vision became blurry until the the first tears rolled down his freckled cheek. A dark blue hand slowly raised before it hit the trunk violently with a pained sob. Underneath his weight were a few flowers crushed. Those white, sad looking flowers were also soaked in his blood now.

He was a monster, wasn't he?

The man raised an arm to his face, sniffling softly as a few raindrops started to fall from the sky once more.

"Shit…"

[pigtailedgirl]

So I spent all day writing Victoria's Secret AUs...it could have been worse edition.

I have an angst problem yo.

Victoria is a ghost

When you are lonely and feel guilty, the mind can offer all kinds of refuges.

Fraser hadn't left his apartment in three days, huddled in like the memory of before, he and Victoria. Except for that brief phone call the consulate had for him, that call that-- No matter, for the roses had appeared that afternoon, in sympathy and get well and provided the perfect reason to go back. The Forget Me Nots. Sick leave he had in abundance after all, so he returned to Victoria's embrace.

Until that night, well past midnight, Ray knocked on the door. Whether it was sleep deprivation or worry Ray too would leave, he made the mistake of inviting him in. “Do you wanna meet her?” and though he'd hestitated, Ray did cross the threshold, like an unseen hand had given him push.

And looked around a disheveled and empty apartment.

“Fraser?”

There was no woman in sight. To his eyes anyways. To Fraser, Victoria sat draped in his bed, an icy smile now gracing her features, as if more proof his guilt was earned eternally.

He leaned against the partition of his bedroom, looking between them both, and as he cracked like the thaw of ice in a pass, laughter bubbling to tears, sinking him into the cold as he sank to the floor despite Ray's efforts to try and catch him in grip, he knew.

“I'm sorry to inform you Constable, a Miss Victoria Metcalfe was killed in an auto crash two months after her release from prison. Her will requested you be informed in case of her death.”

Fraser and Victoria go to Texas

It shouldn't be so easy. Maybe it isn't. Maybe the sun of Austin won't be bright or will burn him out faster than here. But she doesn't care, and he, he can't say no. He'd asked for the transfer, entirely prepared to resign if they'd said no. Moffat had given him an odd look, like pity, but also considering his general problematic work, he was approved. He would use his sick time as leave in interim.

There was hardly anything to pack. His father's trunk, which Victoria assured would fit in a small rented U-Haul. All that was needed for them. Dief could stay in there as well. They'd stop during intervals to check on him. He seemed so displeased, Fraser half considered leaving him here, maybe with Willie?, but couldn't voice it anymore than he could say he'd prefer Dief in the car with them. Yet, Dief was loyal, so he watched and was going along silently, perhaps caged just like his master.

That left Ray. Something, and someone owed alot more than Fraser knew he could ever give.

It had ended as it should have if he'd truly been as cowardly or stupid as when he'd first come to Chicago. As it could've when he'd first left but hadn't really wanted to say goodbye.

A phone call from a payphone, outside the limits of town. Yes, your money is with Mr. Mustafi Ray. I'm sorry, you see, I have to go. I can't let her go. You friendship has meant so much to me. I know it doesn't seem it but...my regrets... I have to...I'll try to keep in touch. Of course, as a friend.

No forwarding address or number ever came.

Victoria and Dief killed by Jolly

The gunshot echoes in the night air. And the second.

He's already winded from chasing Ray, so he doesn't have much head start. The stairs and climb are daunting.

The door is wide open. Dief lays in his pool of blood near the cupboards, near the window leading to the fire escape, also thrown wide.

Victoria's crumpled by the bed, and the ransacked trunk, like she'd made a last ditch effort to retrieve his fire-arm within.

He doesn't bother to check Dief because it doesn't matter does it.

She's clearly dead.

Victoria's lawyer sucks and she goes back to prison

She'd been granted bail on the condition of being watched by two officers of the law. She'd languished in his little hell hole apartment for months untils trial. She'd followed the lawyers advice and dressed demurely and acted contrite and frightened for her life.

She saved her remaining rage for Benton in private. And though it still binds them, it wasn't enough. She's doesn't feel guilty like him.

She'd still refused to say where her portion of the money Jolly was stalking her for went. Root of all her evils, it damns her again.

The sentence is only five years. This time.

Fraser's eyes as he stares at her in shock as she's lead from the court in cuffs, after she'd turned from the verdict to pound his chest, or was it to go for his friend Ray's side arm and end this ... Well, 5 years isn't worth it, but at least he's getting the life sentence.

So damn him and his plea deals.

Fraser doesn't find the key at Ray's house in time

IA had taken ten minutes to get from the station to the Vecchio home. They didn't bother to think on the why of the anonymous call or record it so there will be no way to trace it as evidence later. Perhaps guilty conscious explains why he told on himself. No one will bother to remember it was a call from a woman.

Welsh, Huey and Louey were only two minutes behind. Ray Vecchio flagged by a rookie, who was radio-ed by Elaine, won't even make it to the scene, won't get to see or understand because he'll be redirected. He'll be once again staring at Fraser, blocked by glass, from the other side of the holding cells phones. Fraser won't pick up the receiver to answer him.

So Ray won't know the loss and what little it will be to what could've. Fraser's versus his own imprisonment or loss of bail and home. It's all Fraser feels he can do, but of course Ray doesn't understand him. Fraser doesn't want him to. But still Ray Vecchio sees the sad and forlorn and determined after confession, and refuses anything else.

That full confession makes easy conviction. What IA walking in saw.

A manic faced man amongst the ruins of the Vecchio's house. Rooms upheaved in mad search. A man who seemed caught frozen on the stairwell, phone left dangling over the bannister. Who greeted them with odd, flat words as if spoke to the air;

“I couldn't...I can't find the key.”

And the long poignant pause, his mask slipping on as Welsh stepped through the torn front door, as he finally registered them and added “The key, which I had previously planted. I would like to confess to the murder of Jolly Roberts for money from a former robbery, and attempted framing of my work colleague Ray Vecchio before I could flee with my portion of the cash. I believe cuffs are in order gentlemen.”

He paused again as he stepped through threshold and said to the three former friends standing agape "Can you tell Ray... I'm sorry about the mess."

[bonefall]

You mentioned removing Tiny/Scourge getting attacked by Tigerpaw. Could I ask why? It fits with Scourge thinking the clans are dishonorable imo, so id like to know why!

Most of Rise of Scourge is gone in my efforts to make BloodClan an actual culture and not just "evil murder foreigners who threaten the clans #1" to be fair, it's not super personal lmao

But it's because Scourge has no reason to be out in the woods like that. I gutted a lot of the Socks/Ruby bullying because BloodClan is an actual entity now. Tiny is aware of them from a young age and his actions have more to do with navigating this society, rising through it, considering what he's taught of Clan cats and his interactions with them after Violet's execution

I have a big problem with the Thistleclaw making Tigerclaw attack Tiny idea for the rewrite though; if the whole time, Scourge was only agreeing to come to the forest to gut Tigerstar and the killing was an act of revenge...

Then this isn't Scourge killing in self defense, he was a vengeful freak who ALSO didn't plan to uphold the deal. It was a planned murder. Tigerstar brought in Evil Foreigners who planned to stab him in the back just as much as he was planning to stab them.

I would rather the cat Tigerpaw mauled NOT be Tiny! I think it fits my narrative a lot more for that to just be some harmless kittypet, untrained in combat, or even Socks or Ruby. Scourge losing someone he knew couldn't defend themselves and only getting a body back, never knowing what Clan cat did it.

Or have Scourge confront the Forget-me-Nots when they invade to steal Barley's nespring, like they're starting up kitstealing again. They come onto his turf and disrespect BloodClan openly.

Stuff like that.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

I have been given question permission and as someone who is also a fan of fantasy/magical/ect. AUs I am thrilled to ask questions about Insect and Pyre.

Can I ask about what happened after the end of the fic? Obviously Dabi was wanting to learn about his new abilities and shatter the stone (as he should), but what do they get up to then?

Also, out of sheer world-building curiosity, did you have any other gods concepted for the world? I know Rei's goddess was mentioned, so I'm just curious about any others that might not have made the cut to get into the actual fic. And extrapolating from what Duster said, is he now a God of Life/Creation and Dabi a God of Death/Destruction?

(Sorry if this is too many questions for one ask... This AU is just really cool, and wonderfully crafted, I can't help but want to know more.)

Cackling, alright, let's get into it! (oops, this got very long)

After: Dabi absolutely destroyed the stone. Tomura mentioned that things would come naturally to him, and over the next few weeks, Dabi would realize that using magic is as easy as breathing for him now. But he would start to notice he still has a greater affinity for breaking, and strangely, preventing, things from being broken. Tomura would tell him this may be a secondary aspect of his divinity coming through, something that is being born of Dabi's existence rather than an extension of Tomura's divinity. Over the course of a year, Dabi would come to be a god of Vengeance and Protection, as the real reason he killed Enji was because he wanted to protect Tomura and any more people from being sacrificed in his bid for power, rather than just to get revenge. Having both of these aspects also is smaller scale mirror of Tomura's domain being Creation and Destruction, and allows him to function in similar ways (i.e. he doesn't have to constantly ask his partner to make him bowls or flowers, etc. he can use his own magic for those purposes).

He does, however, have uphold his domain. What this means is that he and Tomura travel through the forest, and Dabi uses his divinity to sow the seeds of death and destruction of everyone who knew and condoned the sacrificed that were sent to keep Tomura imprisoned. But he also sees a young woman being mistreated because she has an affinity for hemocraft and he reaches out to her. Offers her a chance to take revenge on the people who hurt her or a way to protect herself from them, and she chooses to protect herself, to survive. He brings her back to his old village and gives her a letter for the remaining Todorokis. She'll be taken care of with them, he knows Fuyumi and Rei would never let a child suffer, Natuso won't let anyone do what was done to him to another, and Shoto... well they are the same age, maybe they'll get along at the very least.

Toga does come and visit he and Shigaraki in their cave, a home now instead of a prison when they're not traveling. She does stay with the Todorokis once they've rebuilt their home, and she keeps telling Dabi how his mother and siblings ask after him, ask if he'll come to see them ever. But he doesn't. He doesn't know what to say to them, how he could possibly explain what happened? Tomura keeps gently encouraging him to go see them. He's immortal now, they aren't. He doesn't want Dabi to miss out on the chance to have as many years as he can with them, but he doesn't push.

However, on the night of the summer solstice one year after his death and ascension, Dabi feels drawn to the mouth of the cave. He finds out that it's because his remaining family (and Toga, who definitely for sure did not ask Tomura about summoning gods) brought offerings and created a brazier to burn forget-me-nots in. (Since that was how Tomura passed along his divinity they serve the same function as the berries did for Shigaraki, and Dabi would not be able to hurt people wearing or consuming the flowers, and also be aware of them the way Shigaraki was of the plants and berries.) So Dabi was very abruptly tricked into having a family reunion, and there is a lot of hugging and crying and Dabi being very uncomfortable and terrified because he killed Enji, he nearly sacrificed the whole countryside because he very stupidly, and way too quickly, fell in love. But that isn't a fight that any of them want to have. Dabi spends time with them, Rei brought fruit tarts, he makes Tomura come out and meet them and be personable.

And he and Tomura stay in the forest for eternity, they keep their land safe, they love each other. There will be decades or centuries where they don't interact with anyone at all, and other times when they will wander and meet other creatures, gods, etc. Eternity is a long time, they get up to a great many things in it.

As for the gods: So my intention with this series was that there isn't a set number of gods who have specific domains all to themselves (like gods in DND or the like) rather, as Tomura mentioned he is a god of creation and destruction. There are many others. No one god can take hold of a an entire domain for themself. As such, Rei worshipped a goddess of winter that the Himura family supposedly descends from. She wouldn't know the goddess's true name, but would use titles for her like 'Mother of Snow', 'Lady of Frost', 'Dame of Barren Ice', etc.

When it comes to Tomura, even after severing a portion of his divinity for Dabi, he would still be a god of creation and destruction. This is because those are huge domains to be a part of with a lot of different aspects to them. If he wanted, he could create dozens if not hundreds of new gods by slicing away small aspects of himself. For instance creating gods of art, music, fertility, and love by offering up those aspects of his own abilities to create. In the case of what he did for Dabi, Shigaraki removed his ability to kill people for revenge, but he can absolutely still kill people. He can destroy from famine, natural disaster, disease, just straight up malice and murder, etc. He just is now incapable of killing someone who wronged him. But he doesn't really need to worry about that, Dabi will happily do it for him now.

Thank you so much for the ask!

[rosegrlwrites]

It’s the middle of the night when Orym plants Seedling into the dirt, adorning it gently with delicate sprigs of pale baby’s breath and dark indigo forget-me-nots. Anything to get it closer to the earth and to the Wildmother.

“I don’t know if you can hear me. I don’t know if you can hear any of us anymore. I hope you can. I've heard too many stories firsthand and read too many tales to discount the good that you, many of you have done in this world. I don't know if you have anything left in you, but I'm praying. We could really use a little help down here. I know you can, too, and we'll do our best. But any miracle you can spare.”

“My mother, her name was Livandra, and she was blessed by the Wildmother.”

Bor’Dor is standing in the center of the shrine of Oma-Dua, for once, not appearing afraid, but worn and frustrated and wracked by the never-ending pain of sheer loss.

“My mother taught me her ways in secret, away from the watchful eyes of the rest—the city and the church. I was young and inexperienced, and one day, I had to go into town to get some tools. A group of rich kids started a fight with me, and I couldn’t control my powers, and I Inflicted Wounds on them. Nearly killed one of them. It was an accident, but my mother knew that they wouldn’t let me live. So she took responsibility for it and she took the fall.”

“She believed in the gods, and said that as long as we had faith in them, that we would be taken care of. She accepted her face. Whatever that may be. But my brother, and my father, they fought for her freedom against an entire army. I watched her eyes as her faint in them and that moment shatter into pieces. The gods that she—that we had trusted—let us down. The last thing that I remember was her setting a Vitriolic Sphere on herself and the guards as they swarmed her.”

“And so, I ran. I fled up to the Cyrios Mountains and found a community, and was asked the same question you all have been asking the whole time.”

Do I believe in the gods and that what they do is good?

“And I did not.”

There is so much pain in his eyes. Sadness and tortured, twisting pain after having to watch so much.

“I saw you! You killed my fiends at Marquet! You were there!”

And standing there, Laudna won’t say it, and you can’t see it in her Form of Dread, with her eyes glowing with a less recent lavender hue, but there’s both terror and pain buried deep in the shade.

“I'm really sorry, Bor'Dor. I just can't stand having anyone else betray me.”

The lavender deepens into this midnight, nightmarish shade as the traitor falls unconscious, a soft heartbeat flickering in the back of her mind.

Doesn’t this just feel so good, darling? Doesn’t this feel right?

The shimmer of his life sinks into her, and all Laudna can do feel. Feel everything that she’s been through—losing Imogen, losing her friends, losing so much—death after death after death until it no longer bothers her and is simply something that happens.

But as she stands here, she has control.

Control as a lavender flame burns down her arm. Control as it curls, vibrant and violent.

Control as the shrine floor sprouts blue roses and soft whit-pedaled flowers.

Control as Bor’Dor Dog’Son falls limp and is reduced into nothing but a tortured memory and midnight-purple ash.

And just as quickly as she has it, that control fades back into the recess of her mind as everything rushes over her.

And for the first time in a while, she cries.

“It’s okay.”

“Ashton?”

“It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. Come here, let’s go sit down.”

“W-what have I done?”

“Nothing that I haven’t. Nothing that—“ The genasi sighs. “I think we’re all going to have some nightmares when this is over.”

“I’m weak.”

“No. You’re just hurt. And it’s okay.”

The chamber is quiet as is can be for a horrified and hurt group.

The locket that Orym took from one of the people killed at the Malleus Key lays sprawled over the ashes.

In time, the shrine moves on. The keeper is respectful, but continues with their duties.

“Let us all take a night of rest. In the morning, I will usher you to your destinations of your choice. Thank you for the kindness you’ve done me and for bringing peace to my circle."

“Laudna?” Prism nurses her broken fist as she gently sits down next to her. “You can say if you don’t want to talk to anyone right now. Would you prefer to be alone?”

“Quite the opposite, I think.”

“Really? Oh. Okay. I just want to say that I’m really sorry for losing me temper there, and I feel like your friends—I don’t know, I just—I know that you’re dealing with a lot, and that seems like it’s no the first time you’ve been betrayed—I think that was the first time I’ve been betrayed. But I’m really, really sorry that that keeps happening you you, and I’m sorry that I accelerated things.”

“To be honest? I was so lost in my rage and my anger. It was a bit of a blur. I wouldn’t be too hard on yourself, Prism.”

“I don’t think you should be hard on yourself, either. It made perfect sense to me when you did it.”

“I’m just afraid that I hurt more than just Bor’Dor and, perhaps betrayed my friends in the process.

“What do you think that you did? What did it all mean—the purple?

“For many decades, I’ve had the lingering life force of an incredibly bad woman—who was a necromancer—latched onto me, puppeteering me, continuing to stay alive through me. These men, and the others, went through great lengths to ride me of her. But I am deeply terrified I just opened that door again. It seems many dark shadows are being released here lately.

“Yeah. But I think, if you close that door once, you can close it again. Sorry. I’m just an apprentice. What do I know? Anyway, I just don’t want you to feel bad. I thought it made sense what you were doing. At least, emotionally, I could understand it.”

“I feel like control is a fallacy. We’ve talked about it so much lately. Trying to control out current destinies. The town trying to control, and the oppressors coming to them. The gods trying to control and world, and the Titans trying to control the gods. But none of them have it. And I lost control of myself in exchange for the briefest moment of feeling empowered. I’m just confused.”

“Well, confusion is sort of like acknowledging that you don’t have control. So, maybe, surrounding to the confusion will be some sort of healing medicine for that.”

“You’re very smart, Prism. Very capable.”

“Oh, thank you. And you’re an incredible magic user. I also think that someday, you’ll be strong enough to just beat this bitch back to where she came from.”

“Thank you, Prism.”

The conversations echo softly in the chamber, reaching Orym in his quiet perch as he sits with his eyes as softly closed as he can get them. There’s so much history here, however complicated and broken it is, even in this moment. So much conflict and every individual choice that sets off a ripple somewhere in the distance, and everything that has been taken from him—Derrig, Keyleth, Will all in the name of philosophy or ideology or whatever -ology of the day it is.

They’re going to try and kill the people who took from him, from Imogen, from Laudna, from everyone, anyone who didn’t care who died to get whatever it is they wanted.

And he knows that he’d fucking die trying, if that’s what it came to.

This is no longer an escapade towards whatever the next step is.

This is war.

[catchyhuh]

LOVE YOUR HEADCANONS SO MUCH YOU ARE SO RIGHT ABOUT ALL OF THEM. very curious, what do you think each of their favorite flowers are? thank you, have a nice day 👍

if there’s one thing i like more than talking for hours on end only semi-comprehensibly, it’s being right about the bullshit i'm talking about! so thank you!! i did no research for this whatsoever! i’ve never actually thought about this before, so i just thought about basic flowers i knew, checked my animal crossing shit, and this is what we have now!

lupin: insists it’s some grandiose shit like some highly symbolic rare orchid or chocolate cosmos but really he just likes forget-me-nots. they’re cute, and he usually favors such intense colors that their soft blue is really eye catching just by NOT being eye catching, if that makes sense. that said he’s kind of a sap about flowers in general. knows flower language and shit, but men rarely receive flowers, so when he gets them he doesn’t give a shit what they are, he’s just happy to have them. the meaning could be “i’m going to fucking kill you” and he’d be like “oh wow, what a lovely shade of yellow!! jigen clear off the windowsill by the counter these need a special sunny spot”

jigen: not a flower per se but i think people put it in bouquets so. rex begonias (disclaimer i did have to do a little research here because i could not for the life of me understand why the fucked up leaves weren’t popping up for me when i was JUST searching for begonias) because these things look prickly and even scary at a glance but when put next to the right stuff they just enhance the whole ordeal. plus he likes unconventional shit. symbolic cough

fujiko: tells people its roses to seem uncomplicated, really prefers dahlias. the poof is nice. honestly, she probably is sick of roses by this point in her life, and any other type of flower seems sweeter and more genuine, and honestly, just better to smell and look at. roses have so much associated with them, both in general romance and not to mention the whole different colors mean different things and she hates having to overthink receiving a pretty gift. so just… do anything else! but really, if you really wanted to make her smile, some fluffy pink dahlias would do the trick

goemon: if you asked, i don’t think he’d say he didn’t have an opinion, but he’d really have to think about it, and almost struggles trying to find an answer because he’s WAY overthinking this. i think he likes lilies. you know? he seems like a lily guy. specifically water lilies, just kinda floating along the river. they’re pretty! and despite what he says about the sanctity of training or whatever, it’s nice to have something pretty to look at, just slowly swaying against the water.

zenigata: honeysuckles :) the color sticks out, and it’s such an easy but memorable name that he can actually REMEMBER what they’re called. maybe some of them like. grew by his house when he was a kid or something. some personal attachment. cuz you know you can sip the nectar out of those and honestly it’s NOT bad honestly. it’s not something he’s constantly thinking about, or even thinks about every month. but when he passes some hes like oh! honeysuckles! that’s nice

[onceuponalegendbg-rwby]

Reaction to RWBY Crew Commentary V9

Alright, as is tradition at this point, got my copy of the Blu Ray so let's get started.

Okay, first of all, before I even hop into the commentary, I love that the title screen for the menu is Ruby falling through that mural in the OP. That is... That is so cool man! Whoever thought of that... I love you. You're a genius.

So we start off with Kerry, Eddy, Laurie (hope I spelled that right). And addressing how they had to work mostly from home on this volume and the challenges that caused.

Yeah, quick reunion was the right call. I mean, we did the Team RWBY split for two volumes (4 and 5) and then again in V8. Don't keep the girls apart again.

Little origins! Give me! Someone that starts how Ruby started...

I mean... yeah, I assumed Ruby knew about Penny from Weiss. Like... duh.

Same peeps for episode 2 but also with Paula? Again, I hope I heard that right.

Return of Blake the Book Nerd.

Yang and Blake kind of dig the Ever After, Weiss hates it, and Ruby is lost in her thoughts.

Luci improvised Little's little song.

Oh, Yang might still think this is a dream so nothing here matters... That's an idea. Everyone grieves differently...

Man I love Weiss in this episode.

"We can't have her be the butt of every joke." .... I want to see what they cut.

Episode 3! We've picked up Conner, Dustin, and Kiersi! Lost Laura and Paula.

The animation is so good man.

Putting away depression to help her friends.

Prince Trauma(TM)

Neo Scary.

Episode 4. Kerry, Eddy, Miles and Dustin.

Curious talk.

Self critic!

"She learned her lesson in the end, right?" "Oh, I'd certainly say so."

"If there's something Ruby can blame herself for, do it!"

"Cat wanted to scope out which one of the girls was weakest."

Shout out to the VAs!!

Chapter 5: Kerry, Eddy, Paula, Kiersi!

Cat is dismissive of WBY. Focuses only on Ruby.

The Blacksmith: The Ever After itself is now reaching out to Ruby.

Walking the line between the audience knowing that Ruby needs help and WBY not quite understanding how bad it is.

Making sure the emblem wasn't on Ruby's model after was a pain.

"Oh no, he's hot."

Episode 6: Kerry, Eddy, Yssa, Laura.

The difference between Jaune having already lived for many years with this guilt in the Ever After and RWBY who are still fresh.

How protective Kerry is of the Bee scene is amazing.

There was an idea that the vision Alyx saw was that she saw that someone in her party was going to keep her from returning home, and it ultimately is herself before the Cat kills her.

Ya'll have already seen other posts about Kerry and crew's thoughts on the Bee scene and what it means for the Yang and Blake so I won't go into all that because, yeah, can't say it better.

"They were actually in front of each other the whole time." Excuse me!

"Now she has to step up again." ....Ow.

Episode 7: Kerry, Eddy, Miles, Dustin? I think that's what I heard.

How the meeting went: "Well he can't have been doing nothing, that would be really disappointing." *Beat of silence* "Oh, that would be really disappointing." Evil geniuses.

Stuck in the pattern of trying to be the hero. Both incredibly busy and doing nothing.

"He's more lost than ever."

Fighting on a hill. I'd never considered the complications of that either.

Miles and Lindsey kill this scene man. It's so good.

Episode 8 (oh boy): Kerry, Eddy, Miles, Paula, Kiersi.

Had to cut an episode due to scheduling and budget. Scary to have to rework that.

Mad Hatter's Tea Party.

The flowers on the Tea Cups are Forget-Me-Nots.

Imposter Syndrome.

Neo landed on the Brother's Acre.

"Neither one of them won that fight." Neo and Ruby.

Episode 9: Kerry, Eddy, Yssa, Dustin, Kiersi.

Blacksmith is a therapist.

Weiss is the best, true.

What do the characters want?

Episode 10: Kerry, Eddy, Yssa, Kiersi, Dustin.

Aw, their kids contributed some of the background drawings for Yang and Ruby's room.

Furious Cat.

"She's the self that chose herself." "She emerges herself but different."

"I'm so happy." I love how much they love this show.

"How do we not redeem her but give her this sort of neutral path?"

Oh man, I'm tearing up before Somewhat even shows up.

Somewhat is no longer defined by having one purpose.

Dude, they keep talking about not wanting this to be filler so they had the backstory of the Brothers but I will always stand by that if the characters learn and grow as people then it will never be filler. So from the beginning this was never going to be filler.

"One small kindness, in one small moment, led to such a marvelous transformation." That line always destroys me.

Whelp, that's a wrap on the commentary for V9. Now... we wait.

[edgessunflower]

Day 3 Forget me not: Healing and grief

Pairing: Sting x Fem reader

Description: Sting helps you grieve and heal on the anniversary of your aunt's passing

Sting's heart breaks seeing you with tears flowing down your face after looking through photo albums laying every picture you found of your aunt Jill on the coffee table unable to hold in the grief and agony you've never truly dealt with. He's heard stories of jill from you of the two of you growing up together along with your siblings, two uncles, and other aunt since all of you weren't far apart in age being glued to the hip with each other until she passed away when you were thirty and what made sadder was not only that she was forty two when she died but that she had gotten killed by someone high on drugs thankfully that person was arrested and is serving a life sentence in prison for what had happened to your aunt but it never truly heals everything or brings her back to this world but god if she was here you would be absolutely over the moon to have her back and sting wished he could do that for you seeing you tremble with heart wrenching sobs wrapping yourself in his arms. "God I wished I told her I loved her instead of complaining that she mothered me too much" you hold in the guilt that the last words you told her was that she wasn't your mother even though she had always been more of a sister to you than an aunt and you regret the last words you ever said to her "She knows you do" you watch him lift up the greatest picture of her when she was twenty on the beach raising a brow when he tells you to shower and change right before he leaves doing what he says and walking down in a baby blue dress when he walks back in with flowers handing you a bouquet of lillies and placing a bouquet of forget me nots on the table "Which cemetery is she at? We're gonna go see her" your heart melts and tears form before the two of you were out the door and at the cemetery you hadn't visited since her funeral from all the feelings you held in watching him talk to her saying that he had heard so much about her and wished he could have met her putting the flowers in front of her grave before finally you broke down "God I'm sorry Jill, I just wish I would have told you that I loved you before you got killed...I know you were trying to look after me". Finally after nine years of blaming yourself and guilt eating away at you it was all out finishing your words with "I miss you so much and I love you with all my heart Jill" a new feeling flows through you rather than guilt or anger at yourself peace suddenly washes over you finally understanding that jill still loved you and was with you even though you wished that she was still on this earth but right now as the smell of forget me nots flows in the air and you being held by sting was the first step of the long journey of healing but with sting by your side you knew no matter how long you'd complete the journey.

[lighthouseas]

all i can breathe is your life

@booksandpaperss here is the fic! the rest is on ao3 and is linked below :)

mike gets severely injured and almost dies before him and will can spend the rest of their lives together. but he doesn't die. and now Will needs to find the guts to ask him something. which should be easy. they're dating. right?

OR

byler fluff with some angst mixed in. kind of chaotic but yeah

TW/CW: blood, severe injury, hospitals, swearing

May 2nd, 1989. Hawkins Hospital, Indiana.

Will was terrified of crushing the flowers. But what else was there to hold onto? The stupid hospital smelled like a mix of smoke and hand sanitizer with a twinge of death mixed in; there were people running every which way, shouting unintelligible things that he didn’t want to understand; it was just like 1983, when he had his turn, and had to spend a few nights here.  It was a time he’d rather not remember, but he had to be here for…reasons.  

Because, the truth was, Will had a very important question he needed to ask. Immediately.  Immediately as in, right now, because not only was he on a time crunch but he knew he’d lose his nerve if he didn’t.  He already had multiple times.

Despite having sat outside Room 304 for a good half an hour, nobody had come to tell him it was okay to come in yet.  Will was starting to get antsy.  He glanced down at the flowers; they had been expensive, because, well, Will wanted to make sure he got the very best ones (they were also custom arranged, upon his request. He certainly wouldn’t be able to buy that game he’d been wanting, but, oh well).  They were a mix of yellow irises, blue salvias, and - Will’s personal favorite - forget-me-nots.  An embarrassing amount of research had gone into creating the arrangement, but for what it was worth, he didn’t think it looked half bad.  Hopefully, they didn’t deter what he was trying to ask.  Maybe they would.  

Suddenly, Will was very, very nervous.

His leg bounced absentmindedly.  Maybe the hospital staff forgot he was here.  Maybe he’d get mad at him for being late.  Hell, maybe he was still recovering -

“Will Byers?”

Will jumped up, coming face to face with the nurse standing outside the hallway door.  She smiled at him, motioning him towards the hallway.

“You can see him now.”

Oh.

Will audibly gulped, trying his best to compose himself (and failing miserably). Luckily, the nurse’s back was to him, so she couldn’t see how he was fidgeting or how he was turning redder and redder by the second. He played with the stems of the flowers while still trying his very best not to snap them, when suddenly, the creak of a door opening could be heard, and the nurse was motioning him inside a room.

Room 304.

Oh.

The room had obviously been well used; it almost looked like a living space. Ripped open packages of various feel-better-present-like items lay strewn across the floor.  The walls were covered in drawings and sketches and paintings - the most important of which was pinned right above the occupied bed.

“Without heart, we’d all fall apart.”

Will’s painting.

And all of Will’s drawings.

All plastered around the room.

And, laying in the middle of it all, covered by dull blue hospital bed covers and a less-than-flattering hospital gown hastily covering thick bandages, looking utterly pissed at everything, was none other than Michael Wheeler.  He looked distraught. And tired.

And beautiful.

God, Will had missed him so much.  Even if it had only been a few weeks since they last saw each other, every day they did was a gift.

Because a few months ago, Will thought - no, he was sure he had lost Mike for good.

***

November 14th, 1988. The Upside Down.

“Mike. Mike. Wake up. Please, Mike, no, I can’t - I can’t lose you again, fuck -”

Vecna was gone. Defeated. Dead. Will had…he had actually killed him.  El was almost done closing the gates, only waiting for Mike and Will to crawl out of the last remaining one.  Everything was going to be alright. They were okay.  They were okay, and they were going to go to prom together in the spring, because they had it all planned out, there was going to be an impromptu celebration of their graduation of high school, and him and Mike could slow dance without worry of what others thought, and-

Except that was all a dream, now.

Mike was dead. Really, truly dead - and it was all Will’s fault.

All Mike had wanted to do was help Will - to help him defeat Vecna - and while running past Will, shouting something inaudible, and  stabbing a sword directly through Vecna’s heart, where it would hurt the most, Mike had made a crucial mistake.

He had turned around…to speak to Will.

“I love you.”

Will should’ve known - he should’ve known that a stab to the heart wouldn’t do shit to Vecna - but he was naive, and he felt his heart melt, and was about to respond, because for a moment, he really thought Vecna had died. Mike had killed him, right?

And then,

A scream.

A pained, horrified scream.

The sword - now pulled straight out of him via Vecna himself, still covered in Vecna’s blood, pierced straight through Mike instead.  What looked like…

Through his heart.

Will’s painting was wrong…all wrong.  Mike wasn’t saving anyone - he was bleeding, red blood splattering everywhere as the sword dug into him, and he was going to die.  Mike was going to die.

All Will could do was watch in horror as the boy he loved, the boy he had cherished most in this world, one of the only fucking people who understood him - he had to watch as he rose above the hellish landscape, broken, mangled, then thrown across it with psychic force, landing somewhere beyond Will, blood covering everywhere imaginable, with limbs twisted at not quite right angles, and head smashed against a hoard of vines -

Will didn’t even have time to think.  All he could do was react.  

In a blinding rage - a rage only a world such as the Upside Down could contain - something had been unleashed.  Something Will knew had been lying dormant inside him for years.

Now, Vecna was dead.

And so was Mike.

“Mike.” Will couldn’t breathe. “ Mike.”

Yet, despite Will’s begging, Mike’s mangled body lay motionless, now turning cold as spores began to fall upon it.  Will felt hot tears roll down his cheeks, which soon turned into uncontrollable sobs, and shrieks, and choruses of “why him, why him, why him” going around and around inside his head.

Carefully, ever so carefully, Will placed a hand over Mike’s heart, closing his eyes as tears continued to fall from them, wetting Mike’s bloodied shirt.  The blade - it had missed Mike’s heart by mere centimeters, yet it had been enough to stop its beating.  A gaping hole lay in his chest, making Will want to gag.  His right leg and left arm were both mangled and broken.

Will took a deep breath, his thoughts only consisting of the boy laying in his arms.

“Please,” he murmured. “Please live. Live for me. I - I need you.”

Read the rest on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43202595

[mysterycharacterflowers]

Round 3; Love-lies-bleeding Vs A bouquet of star magnolia, lavender, dark crimson rose, white carnations, sweet pea and forget me nots

First, let's talk about the Love-lies-bleeding

Meaning and why this flower was chosen: The meanings I found for it are “hopeless love,” “hopelessness,” and “hopeless, not heartless,” all of which fit the character painfully well. Its appearance and name also lend themselves well to representing him. Description: A doomed and dutiful son; a murderer; a monster; a slayer of monsters. With fire in his eyes and in his heart, he places himself between the rest of the world and the evil that threatens it. He no longer fears that evil. It has already done its worst to him, and he lived, and he laughs defiance. There is nothing it can do to break him - or so he believes, until it kills the one dearest to him, and he loses all his borrowed hope. That is when he gives in to the evil twined around his own soul. For why should he fight to hold it back, when there is no hope left in the world, and all the best of his good intentions still end in ruin? He turns; he becomes the monster that children fear they will meet in the dark. There is fire in him still. In the end it will consume him; for now, though, it consumes others - both the evil and the good. He hates himself for what he has done. He will do it again. He has grown so tired, but he does not believe he has free-will enough to refuse.

Check his post here

Now, let's talk about the bouquet of star magnolia, lavender, dark crimson rose, white carnations, sweet pea and forget me nots

Meaning and why this flower was chosen: – Lavender for distrust. Dark crimson rose for mourning. White carnations and sweet pea for when truth has gone. Forget me nots for the girl who refuses to be erased. – Star magnolia: it means perseverance, purity, it was chosen because it resembles the flower she wears in her hair Description: — She’s a paradox. She can’t exist yet her existence is what drives the story. She’s the mastermind. She never had a choice. She’s never told a lie. You can’t trust her as far as you can throw her. She saw the end of the universe at twelve years old. She caused the apocalypse. She saved the world. She spends the rest of her life atoning for the sin of keeping herself alive. Yet, her life is what makes the universe keep spinning. — Kidnapped as a child by a rich company studying psychic powers and forced to play a deadly game unlocked her latent psychic abilities... that allowed her to see into, and manipulate, the future and other timelines. Trapped and afraid and full of newfound power, she used this ability to manipulate her best friend into saving her life, years in the future. In the future, then, it was up to her to set the gears in motion to create the scenario that saved her life in the past. The power, once she harnessed it, never left her. She could see the threads of all the timelines and the outcomes of decisions... and she saw an apocalypse coming. She had to choose between staying with her friend, who she had come to love, and abandoning him to dedicate herself to preventing the apocalypse she saw (that he could not be part of). And she did. The apocalypse came so soon, and in its aftermath, she spent decades of her life using her timeline-reaching abilities to find and formulate a plan that would have stopped the apocalypse, and taught it to the person who could time-travel to implement it. She could not, herself, travel back to the past; she could only see the threads of decisions, what would be and could be, and use that information to construct the perfect timeline. The version of her that survived the apocalypse knew that she would never get to live in the saved timeline; she wrote off herself, and everyone else in this timeline, for a chance to set things right for another version of her and another version of everyone. She is dedicated to the point of being frightening, and consequentialist to the point of being cold. But it's in the name of saving the world - and never being at the mercy of another selfish cruel rich powerful people who thinks that their money means they can do whatever they want, ever again.

Check her post here

[wonderfuldeath]

.o| First Day. |o.

Jimin x Reader, Gender Neutral Y/N

Warnings : Past Death, Holidays, Cheesy

Part of a Christmas Calendar

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"- He will not come back. ”

Of course, you know that he will not come back, that it was surely only a utopia, but it tenses you. Maybe people were wrong, maybe he was going to come back, as bright as before, as beautiful and tender as the first time you met. You just nod your head, swallowing the bitterness that inhabits you while your eyes look outside: there is snow falling.You still imagine the footsteps in the snow and the laughter of the children. Winter was a wonderful time, everything was covered with white, the decorations of the holidays were seen everywhere and the joy of people permeated the surroundings. But it wasn't your case, this kind of moment didn't really touch you anymore, it was a little above you. Because you knew that he would no longer be there, that Christmas would no longer go as you liked to do before. Because your loved one had disappeared a year ago and you had the impression that whatever you were facing, you couldn't stop people from talking. It was like being locked in a loop that never keeps silent, people didn't want you to forget, while continuing their lives. And you almost feel suffocating every time you think about turning the page. Tell you that the world couldn't ask you to stop think about it. A breath, a little tired passes your friend's lips. He had always been there for you, a pillar when your world was to stop spinning, when your phone rang, at two o'clock in the morning, telling you that things would never be the same ever again. Your lover had an accident, he was in the wrong place, at the wrong time, telling you that he would only come back the next day, looking for the perfect gift for the holidays. He had found, and had to pay for it with his life. However, you still wear the jewel, the only thing you could have recovered, the rest was to seal in cold boxes, locked in a cellar. And just the memory brings back your tears. He was going to propose to you. And you would surely have said yes, because a wedding under the snow, there was nothing more romantic. Your fingers are clenched on your arms, while you hold your sob, collapsing once again.

"- You should go out and ventilate a little, don't you think?

- What would I find outside? You say it yourself, he won't come back.

- Maybe, but he would have liked you to go out, not let yourself die. ”

And he's right, it frustrates you to tell you that he was right. But it kills you to tell yourself that you were going to continue to live when he wasn't. It was almost annoying. This strange impression that no one understands you takes you to the throat like a terrifying snake, and finally you abdicate, today you didn't want to fight. Outside, your nots sink into the snow, it having made a deadly mud because of salt and frost. It was the right time for long walks, the lighting was magical. But you know it was much prettier at night, when you can see all the magic of Christmas decorations, reminding you of good memories, the taste of sugar and the desire for hot chocolate in front of boring movies and how cliché. But at the same time, it hurts you. Because you lived these moments with the loved being. And now that he was no longer there, then the hot drink did not feel the sam, the taste of sugar had to gone bland. And boring movies would no longer have the same effect. A deep sigh, you regret having followed your friend, who drags you to all the shops he finds interesting. Like you were doing a marathon.

"- Wait for me here, I have for five minutes!

- Why don't we go together?

- Because. Wait, do you want to? ”

Your eyes rise to the sky, and you tell him that you will be in the book section. Because literature was almost a religion. The smell of new books, the sweetness of a cover and the desire to read a new story that would take you away from your world. Caught in your thoughts, you don't notice that you are not alone and your hand hits against the warm hand of the stranger, which surprises you both. Your eyes intersect and the first thing that strikes you are the little eyes of the man, a little bigger than you. His shy smile almost made them disappear under his cheeks. And you can only find him adorable.

"- Excuse me, I didn't see you. Go ahead, I'll take another one.

- Unfortunately, this one is the last of the department.

- Oh. Too bad then.

- I didn't really want it, you can have it. ”

Your gaze rests on him, pointing out that he was a very bad liar. He has a fleeing look, and he seems to try not to really look at you. He was really so cute, and this thought squeezes your throat. Your eyes land on the book as you pull it from the ray, reading at an angle, not hanging any words before finally reaching it to him, visibly surprising him.

"- This is not my kind of literature.

- Really? I don't want you to force yourself.

- It's okay. I assure you. ”

Your sincere smile seems to reassure him as he takes the book, looking at it much longer than you, and you can't help comparing it to your former partner. He was a bit the same in his facial expressions, of course physically they didn't really look alike. Your lover was a little taller, he had rounder eyes. But he had the same way of being, the shy one of an introvert. You had met him a little in the same way as him, and you told yourself that fate had a bitter humor. When your eyes cross, you slap yourself mentally, apologizing to half a word before looking at the rest of the shelf, looking for something else to occupy your mind and hands. It was a really strange situation, a heavy silence, and you don't know if you should talk a little more to sink yourself a little more or just let the silence continue. And finally he is the first to break it, with a voice of course not sure, he shows you a new book, resembling the other.

"- This one looks good.

- The coverage seems to be in fact. ”

The book is rather banal in reality, a blue cover, and a big image of a penguin on the front cover, which surprises you both. A crazy laugh, as you read the back cover between two sneers. Forgetting the shyness and weight in your chest. An impossible love story between a penguin and a whale, pointing out that the poor book must surely have been abandoned on the shelves by someone who obviously did not have any sense of respect. However, you don't want to put down the book, not being able to let go of it. Even if it was a child's book, and not completely your kind of reading, their love stories intrigues you, and you hope it ends well.

"- You are here! I've been looking for you for a while now.

- Excuse me, I let myself be carried away by the books. ”

You kindly wave to the man, who answers you with a small light smile, before leaving his company. Your mind is no longer completely focused on pain and remorse, but on this new encounter that, you don't know why, makes you feel better. You are more open to conversation, even laughing a little timidly with your friend, as you leave the store. Tell you that in the end, it wasn't such a bad thing to get out.

-X-

"Do you have everything you need?

- I think so. ”

The sleeves of your jacket straighten to your elbows, you go around the empty room that resonates, checking that you have taken everything, thus ensuring that you do not leave anything important behind. It was a strange feeling, a slight feeling that stings your throat makes you feel a little sick. It wasn't as if you were betraying who it was, or even anything, but it wasn't a pleasant feeling anyway. The little hand rests against your hip, making you startle as you cross the soft look. Absolute tenderness as he pulls you against him, passes a hand through your hair and lets you smell its perfume.

"- Do you still need a little time?

- No. I think we should do it like a band-aid. The slower we do it, the more terrible the pain will be.

- As you wish. Just know that I'm here, if necessary. ”

A slight smile, as you straighten your head, gladly accepting the tender kiss he offers you, before letting him step back. A year had again passed, and Christmas still knocked on the door, like a song a little more honeyed than last year. Finally, you were still met on a striking coincidence. Park Jimin had collapsed with you, spilling his Ice Tea all over you and feeling unwell at the thought that you could get cold. So finally, he drag you a little to offer you something warmer, and replaced your wet top. Step by step, you spoke again, and you told him about the book you bought on Christmas Eve. Then time had done the rest, of course, resuming the taste of love had been harsh, but thanks to it, you had managed to cope with mourning. Of course, you still dreamed of your former lover, sometimes tended to compare them. And if at first it was a little wobbly, the balance had finally come about. Slightly, with tenderness. Jimin showed you again that the world could be wonderful, sugar could sting your tongue and that Christmas movies could be boring but incredible. Being Park Jimin's girlfriend was not the easiest thing, but you wouldn't leave your place for anything in the world, ignoring the comments of fans unable to accept your happiness, simply preferring to live it thoroughly without a headache.

"So let's go back to the car, do you want?

- Of course. But you still haven't told me where we were going to live!

- I told you, didn't I? It's a surprise! ”

You must have learned to be patient, Jimin was the shy kind at first, but he never stopped proved to you that every day was a better day. He didn't offer much gift, but when he did, he just knew how to make your eyes sparkle and your heart beat harder in your chest. So you let him lead, starting a new life again without completely forgetting the old one. He had been understanding, six months before, when you explained your story to him, collapsing in tears when he drag you to him. Swearing that he would teach you not to blame yourself anymore, and accepting your wounds. Trying to turn them into a scar, step by step. And after a year of relationship, you had finally agreed to move in with him, leaving your apartment to reach his home, moving forward on a new stage in your life as a couple.

"- We will not get married under the snow.

- To get married you must have already made your request, right?

- ... I haven't done it yet? ”

Your eyes widen as he looks at you, sitting in the driver's seat. Before he puts his hand to his mouth, visibly plaguing against himself while he searches in his pocket, before taking out the velvet case, a little big for a ring, making you curious.

"- It must have been much more romantic. But.. Do you want to become a Park?

- ... Jimin I..

- I'm not asking you to completely forget him. I ask you to agree to let me take his place. Just for this time and this moment.

- Yes. Yes, I want it, yes! ”

With tears in your eyes, you throw yourself on him, as he hugs you, kissing your cheek, temples and lips, before showing you the beautiful engagement ring, in gold plated with a flake as a jewel, a shiny stone in front of your eyes, while they still fill up a little with tears. Behind the ring, the thin white silver necklace catches your eyes, as he puts the ring on your finger, then takes out the second jewel so that you look at it better.

"- For the other ring. That way you can always have it against you.

- ... Don't you mind?

- He was there before me. And if he had always been there, I wouldn't be in this car with you. He is a part of you. So no. ”

Outside, the snowflakes seem here to make the scene even more romantic.

This year, maybe you were going to reconcile with Santa Claus finally.

[waitingforwinterwinds]

Game of Thrones - 30 EDDARD VII (pages 295-313)

Ned's murder investigation hits a dead end when his primary lead turns up dead of natural causes. Natural causes being 'killed by Mountain.' On the plus side his daughters are no longer fighting with each other, and Varys has a tasty morsel of gossip he's down to share with Ned.

-

The squires smiled nervously until the king turned on them. "You. Yes, both of you. You heard the Hand. The King is too fat for his armor. Go find Aron Santagar. Tell him I need the breastplate stretcher. Now! What are you waiting for?"

hehehehehehe, I do enjoy these types of jokes. Less so when it's tiktok parents filming their kids who know nothing about cars asking for headlight fluid and posting it on social media for thousands of people to laugh over. *shudders* embarrassment and tomfoolery are for the people who were there, not for social media, that's just public humiliation.

"The woman tried to forbid me to fight in the melee. She's sulking in the castle now, damn her. Your sister would never have shamed me like that." "You never knew her like I did, Robert," Ned told him. "You saw her beauty, but not the iron underneath. She would have told you that you have no business in the melee."

I always get the feeling Robert was in love with the idea of Lyanna Stark, like someone who has a crush on someone they've never spoken to and invents an entire persona to go with their face that has nothing to do with who they really are.

"- Oh, Cersei is lovely to look at, truly, but cold... the way she guards her cunt, you'd think she had all the gold of Casterly Rock between her legs. -"

page 300. it took 300 hundred pages for someone to say 'cunt.' Unlike the tv series where it takes up 46% of the script with 'fuck.' (and all its variations -ing -ed -er(s) -s)

Ned walked with the king to the jousting field. He had promised to watch the final tilts with Sansa; Septa Mordane was ill today, and his daughter was determined not to miss the end of the jousting.

'ill'? Please, that woman's hung over. Hmmm, Mordane's trauma response is alcoholism.

When the Knight of Flowers made his entrance, a murmer ran through the crowd, and he heard Sansa's fervent whisper, "Oh, he's so beautiful." Ser Loras Tyrell was slender as a reed, dressed in a suit of fabulous silver armor polished to a blinding sheen and filigreed with twining black vines and tiny blue forget-me-nots. The commons realized in the same instant as Ned that the blue of the flowers came from sapphires, a gasp went up from a thousand throats. ... Sandsa clutched at his arm. "Father, don't let Ser Gregor hurt him," she said. "These are tourney lances," he told his daughter. "They make them to splinter on impact, so no one is hurt." Yet he remembered the dead boy in the cart with his cloak of crescent moons, and the words were raw in his throat.

Hey, Ned, just real quick? You do know that your eldest daughter saw that death yesterday right? Like you know that his dead body bleed out mere feet from her? You get that this probably isn't just her being a frightened child who's scared the pretty man will scratch his over blinged handsomeness, she's aware that his opponent Gregor Clegane murdered someone in this exact sport yesterday.

By then, Gregor was striding down the lists towards Ser Loras Tyrell, his bloody sword clutched in his fist. "Stop him!" Ned shouted, but his words were lost in the roar. Everyone else was yelling as well, and Sansa was crying.

Oh? Crying? Sansa? Interesting, and quite a departure from the 'Sansa at tourney' we saw in the previous chapter. Obviously, her emotional state is different but whether it's because she's fully mentally present or because the horse matters to her more than a stranger... well we're in the wrong POV to be sure. Or maybe she'd not crying and Ned's just assuming that she is because she has her hands over part of her face and she's panicking. Ned is... not the most observant when it comes to Sansa. (They did really well short-handing that with the doll in the show, I don't know if that was lifted from the books or if it was like Ned's ability to understand his daughter's logic well enough to explain it to Arya: added in there because the showrunners didn't trust the audience to follow things.)

"STOP THIS MADNESS," he boomed, "IN THE NAME OF YOUR KING!" "The Hound went to one knee. Ser Gregor's blow cut air, and at last he came to his senses.

ngl, Sandor's knee-drop-dodge was one of my favourite moves from season 1 of the show. The timing of it! *chef's kiss*

"Tyrell had to know the mare was in heat," Littlefinger was saying. "I swear the boy planned the whole thing. Gregor has always favored huge, ill-tempered stallions with more spirit than sense." The notion seemed to amuse him. It did not amuse Ser Barristan Selmy. "There is small honor in tricks," the old man said stiffly.

It's interesting to keep seeing what dialogue has been given away to other people, and how that changes the characters subtly. This conversation is had between Littlefinger and Sansa in the show, where it works to create this character bond, a pseudo-relationship between them to lay the groundwork for later, but it also increases Sansa's apparent naivety, and not in a good way. D&D really did take so many layers out of her.

Ned remembered Robert's first child as well, a daughter born in the Vale when Robert was scarcely more than a boy himself. A sweet little girl; the young lord of Storm's End had doted on her. He used to make daily visits to play with the babe long after he had lost interest in the mother.

Oh! Oh, I know her, that's, uhm... Maya? Mara? I think her name starts with an 'M,' we meet her later when Sansa goes to the Vale. I never got that far the first time, but I've heard about her in some metas and seen her mentioned in some fics. Ahh, I'll look forward to meeting her! also, though: 'long after he had lost interest in the mother.' Tell me you don't read that and think "and if you'd gotten to have Lyanna after all, how long until you would have tired of her? How long until you were sick of her not being the perfect version you dreamed of? How long until you strayed from her?"

"- What was he doing that they had to kill him?" "Asking questions," Varys said, slipping out the door.

See, having seen the tv show, I think I know what's really going on, and why Jon Arryn was killed, but there's also part of me that keeps thinking "yes but I know they changed a lot of details, more as the show went on, what if this was one of them?" It's fun, because I have some context for things, but I also don't know what I know 100% so I'm trying to stay with what the text is telling me, but ohhhh, a reader cannot help themselves and has to theorize.