#i'm sorry i have to be narcissus for a second just look

[ranger-ribbons]

FLOWERS Agapanthus, narcissus, peony, quince, zinnia for Antonio/Jayden? 👀

I haven't done this one before!! I'm excited for Antonio and Jayden!!

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Agapanthus - Love Letter

Antonio storms through the Shiba home, not stopping for a second and not answering any calls of his name. He's just stopping long enough to pick up some clothes, then he's going right back out to look for Jayden. He's just about to head back out the door when he catches sight of a piece of paper folded up on his desk. Curious, he opens it.

Antonio,

I'm sorry I had to leave. I know you're gonna take it hard, but please don't blame Lauren. She and I have known this was coming for a long time. I wasn't supposed to tell you, I'm sorry.

With that said, I love you, Antonio. I'll be back, I promise. You can count on that. I won't be gone forever, I'll be back before you know it. I love you.

Jayden

Antonio reads the note and sighs. "I'm gonna find you, Jay," he murmurs. "I promise."

~

Narcissus - New Beginnings

Jayden and Antonio smile at each other knowingly. "Are you ready?" Jayden asks.

Antonio nods. "Yeah, I'm ready." He holds out a hand.

Jayden takes the offered hand. Together he and Antonio start heading out the door of the Shiba family home, ready for their new beginning.

~

Peony - Anger

Antonio grunts as he goes flying backward. The general laughs maniacally. "Stay down, Gold!" he snarls.

Jayden looks back from his fight against the Moogers. He sees Antonio on the ground, watching as a golden light glows and Antonio demorphs right there on the battlefield. Antonio tries to get up, but fails and collapses to the ground unconscious.

Jayden sees the general advance on Antonio, and red floods his vision. He growls and immediately destroys the Moogers, taking a flying leap at the general, using it's head as a springboard and cutting it with his sword. "Stay back!" he demands, landing before Antonio's prone body. "No one touches him!"

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Quince - Persistence During Adversity

"Antonio, please talk to me!" Jayden pleads.

Antonio shakes his head. "No, no, you ran off and left me behind. I don't want to speak to you right now."

Antonio begins to walk away. Jayden races after him. "Tony, please, I'm sorry!"

~

Zinnia - Lasting Affection

Antonio leans down on the bed and cuddles into Jayden's side. "Hi," he murmurs.

Jayden groans, putting an arm around Antonio's waist and mumbling, "Hey."

Antonio hums. "Stay in bed?"

Jayden smiles. "Stay in bed," he agrees.

Antonio smiles, cuddling closer with his head on Jayden's chest. "Bueno," he replies.

~

@estel-eruantien

[lildevyl]

Whumptober Day 5: “You better pray I don’t get up this time around.”

QSMP Fandom

Summary:  Bobby is dead and now the Federation is saying that they only get 10 minutes with him for a last goodbye.  After everything that they had been through with the trial, Jaiden finally lost it.  She seeks Cucurucho out and makes a deal with him to return her boy.

TW: Manipulation, Minor Character Death, Implied Victim Blaming

Part 1 Angel of Death Series

A/N: I'm sorry haven't been on in a long while. I've been trying to write for Whumptober but haven't been able to sit down and properly write/post anything. So, I know it's going to be late but I am going to post the mini series that I planed for this event.

Hope you enjoy the Angst! This is the QSMP Fandom and I might be posting some of my theories here soon as well! HAPPY CREATING!

Bobby, her wonderful boy, died.  How did this happen?  Jaiden has been in denial for so long, refusing to believe that her baby boy is gone.  Roier is one of the best PVPers on the server so how did this happen?  Cucurucho came and gave them a chance to prove themselves for a “Second Chance.”  Walk through and Survive a Dungeon.

They survived the Dungeon and now the only thing they get is ten minutes to say Goodbye?  Say Goodbye?!  NO!  Jaiden’s not having this!  She isn’t losing her child like this!  She has to think of something!  Anything!  Anything to get her Bobby back!

“If ten minutes is all  we get then, I’ll take it,” Jaiden said to Cucurucho in front of everyone.  But Roier can tell something is off.  The way Jaind said it to Cucurucho.

When everyone left, that’s when the most heart wrenching scream came out of Jaiden.  No, torture or physical pain could ever amount that kind of scream.  Falling to her knees sobbing, Roier came over and tried to comfort her.  But Jaiden just shoved him off.

“This is all your fault!  How could you?!  Just how could you?!”  Jaiden screamed.

“I know.  It was my fault.  I was lagging, and I shouldn’t have let him go, but I did,” Roier said, accepting the blame.

“I’m sorry, Roier.”

“It’s okay.  We have ten minutes, let’s say goodbye to Bobby.”

Jaiden stood frozen, she had completely forgotten about that but now it truly set it.  This would be the last time she sees her baby boy.

When they see Bobby again, he has a halo on top and has cracks but he looks so much the same.  It broke Jaiden, but she tried to be strong for Bobby.

When the ten minutes was up and Bobby turned to leave, Jaiden couldn’t take it any more.  She fell to knees, held Bobby to her chest and wouldn’t let go.  She couldn’t let go.

“No!  Please!  Please, Cucurucho!  Please, bring him back!  I’ll do anything!  Just bring him back!”  Jaiden pleaded.

Cucurucho said nothing.  He shook his head and led Bobby to another room.  Then came back and led the two grieving parents out as well.

Jaiden couldn’t take it anymore and just left crying her eyes out.  She didn’t know how long she was out.  All she knew was, it had been a long while, b/c the sun was about to come up and when she looked around her surroundings.  She realized she had been out all night fighting mobs.  Just as Jaiden was about to head back she heard the familiar laugh of Cucurucho.

“Haven’t you done enough?”  Jaiden snapped.

Cucurucho gave Jaiden a book.

“You said you would do anything to get your Bobby back correct?  If so, I know how you can help us to get him back.”  Jaiden read out loud.  She turned her attention to Cucurucho with determination in her eyes.  “What do you want me to do?”

******

Tagging: @weirdmixofweirdness, @whumptober, @a-humble-narcissus, @isa-ghost, @tracobuttons

[nicosraf]

what are your fav paintings?? interpret this question how ever you want!! ill take any paintings that maybe sparked inspo for ABM or any religious paintings you love? or any painting you love in general!!! honestly Hironymous Bosch’s garden of earthy delights makes me think of the period of time when lucifer was introducing sin and indulgence to the other angels🫶🏻

OHHH yes i agree i also see that one as post-fall Lucifer and the demons <333

A lot of my fav paintings are just "beautiful man" aghsjdfs but I have a big attachment toward Patroclus by Jacques-Louis David and Narcissus by Caravaggio.

Ive mentioned this before but I'm really obsessed with the angel paintings and sketches of Giovanni Battista Tiepolo. I discovered him on accident, and 1. wow he has an ABSURD amount of angel art just lying around, 2. he paints angels really soft and affectionately and it gives me violent brain rot

Look at this one!!!! An angel saving this guy from falling! They should kiss

He's drawn the 3 angels meeting Abraham biblical scene like 50 billion times in various states of undress.

And I love how affectionate he makes them with each other! I always wondered if he sincerely believed that this is what angels were like. Him just.... lying awake at night and thinking about angels cuddling and sitting together on clouds.

Anyway, here are some other favs (including God surrounded by his angels in the second to last pic, and a "fallen angel" in the last one):

Sorry I turned this into me screaming about Giovanni Batista Tiepolo, but I think his soft and very gay angels made me characterize angels the way I did. It also made me think about how, previous to humanity, all angels would have done is be gay

Anyway I'm gonna stop before I turn this into "angel Michael paintings ranked"

[landboundstar]

Trade Secrets Part 8

This section was a beast to write! Took a while, but hopefully you enjoy it. I had a few characters make their first stop in my AU version of Gotham City.

Trade Secrets

Part 8

I fidgeted nervously, pulling at the skirt of my dress.

It certainly was not my first time in a crowd. But normally, when I was at a large event, I was trying to draw attention to myself. Since I was normally acting as Dad's assistant and not just a guest.

My father looked down, smiled, and squeezed my hand.

"Quite a crowd. Good thing it is a party and you can talk to one or two people at a time."

I blushed, and he knelt down.

"Z, look at me." Dad's use of the familiar nickname he had called me since babyhood was meant to soothe me, as was his calm, even voice. But my face felt even warmer as I kept blushing, and I was embarrassed to feel tears pricking my eyes. "Really, just talk to a few people at a time. If you don't want to talk to someone, you can always walk away. And if you still want to leave in half an hour, we'll go."

He meant it. Looking around the Waynes' ballroom, with more people in it than I had ever seen before, I knew my father would leave a chance to visit with his friends if I was still upset.

I nodded, and wiped my eyes.

"Nice to know I'm not the only one feeling overwhelmed."

Dad stood up slowly, giving me another second to pull myself together.

"I'm sorry, I don't believe that we've met."

The lady smiled and extended her hand. "Dr. Leslie Thompkins. I work with Thomas. I have to assume you're his friend, Gio?"

Dad nodded and shook her hand. "Giovanni Zatarra. Nice to meet you, doctor."

She chuckled. "Stick with Leslie. Doctor is going to be confusing with Thomas, Matthew, and me all in the same room. Not to mention, whoever else Thomas has invited from the hospital that I have not run into yet. I take it that the young lady I am feeling entirely in sympathy with would be Zatanna?"

I wiped my eyes again, and nervously dropped a stage bow before remembering I should shake hands, but Leslie Thompkins apparently had decided to ignore my faux pas.

I expected her to ignore me, and just talk to Dad then, the way most adults do with kids.

Except, she didn't. 

"The conservatory, dear."

I blinked up at her.

"What?"

With a smile, she patted my shoulder. "I'm probably too old to be your co-conspirator at escaping, but you aren't the only person I saw feeling overwhelmed. I haven't seen your other friends or their families yet, and Heaven only knows where Rachel has gotten to, but Bruce slipped into the conservatory a few minutes ago. I think he was waiting to see one of his friends here. And I know I always like meeting one of Thomas' friends that I don't run into in the hospital or my practice."

Dad looked at me, and chuckled. "Take D -, I mean Leslie's, chance to escape."

I still felt embarrassed, maybe even more so than before, but I did not feel quite as panicked as I moved through the crowd, headed towards the conservatory.

Bruce stood, half hidden behind a poinsettia, his fingers touching the stem of a paperwhite.

"You're almost as good at that as Selina." His hand traced up and down the forced bloom. "Sleight of hand?"

"The door was unlocked." I told him, looking at the flower. Sometimes in the winter, Dad would have narcissus bloom using the old-fashioned way to do it rather than magic. I always thought they looked pretty, but Bruce looked sad looking at the flower.

"I don't know how Dad does it."

 I knew he didn't mean the flower.

"Well, I imagine he hired people. And Alfred and your mom had to help him get it together."

"Not just the party. I mean, you're right. But Dad can talk to everyone here, whether he knows them from being a doctor, or from a society gala, or the family company. That's a lot of things. And even more people. I - well, I can talk, but not with everyone. Not like that." Bruce had started sounding resigned, but the longer he spoke, the more anxious he sounded, until he sounded just as scared and uncertain as I did. Which was not how Bruce, who was used to being so sure of himself, normally sounded.

"I freaked out too. And Dad told me to talk to one person at a time."

"Focusing on one person at a time might help, but right now, there are hundreds of people in my house.It's not like I can leave. I live here."

I patted Bruce on the arm. "Come on. Maybe we can find Selina and Harvey, that way we don't feel alone. If we're lucky, we'll get you in trouble and your father will send you to your room."

We both knew that Bruce wouldn't want to embarrass his parents or cause a scene. But having friends so that he did not have to face it alone made him smile. Or the potential of escape. It was hard to tell which.

Once we were back in the ballroom, we were surrounded by voices and music and it was hard to not be pushed or jostled as we moved through the crowd. I nearly tripped into Bruce as a big man with graying hair pushed past, and that stumble would have had me fall if I had not been grabbed with an arm that snaked around and pulled back across my shoulders. Pulled me back towards someone much taller than me.

I knew that I was in a crowded ballroom. I knew Bruce's parents had never let me get hurt. I still panicked and tried to kick, but that only made my feet slide so that my fall would have worsened if it was not for the man's arm. I felt my breath speed up and years of my father's advice any time we traveled for a show kicked in.

I started to wriggle, rocking both left and right. I might have screamed. If I hadn't bitten down on the man's arm - or rather, I had bitten down on his sports coat.

I heard a chuckle, and felt the man move behind me. There was a lot of swearing and bumping and even more jostling. But, rather than move closer or tightening his grip, he had moved to kneel by me, careful to not push further into my bite.

"I appreciate that someone taught you how not to get grabbed. I would appreciate it more if it wasn't my arm because I didn't want you to fall. But, it's a good skill. Now, can you let go of my coat? I have one good jacket and I don't feel like buying another one."

I let go of the coat and accepted a hand up. It did not make me feel less sick as I felt even more eyes turning on me.

"There she is."

Hands picked me up, but I did not fight this time. I knew it was Dad. And I couldn't stop myself from crying on his shoulder.

"A misunderstanding." Bruce's words started to come through the ringing in my ears. I could tell that he had been talking for a while, but I had no idea what he had been saying.

"It sounds like it." Dad looked at me. "Do you want to leave, Z?"

I shook my head. I wanted to stay and hang out with my friends. I wanted to find Selina and Harvey, talk with Bruce, and meet new people. I felt stupid and small for feeling so overwhelmed in spite of dealing with crowds and audiences with Dad, performing as his stage assistant, waiting in subways and train stations, and weaving through streets and sidewalks around different cities.

"I think that I saw some tables between the foyer and dining room that had snacks and drinks on them. Maybe that would be better." The man who had grabbed my shoulders had taken a step back and was standing next to a young woman who had wrapped her arm around his waist.

"I would think moving somewhere away from you would make anyone more comfortable." I jerked, lifting my head suddenly at a voice I had only heard a handful of times. Selina's older half-brother. "I didn't think I'd find you somewhere like this."

"Jim's here with me as my date." The woman next to the man answered. "And it's hardly his fault, or the girl's, that Mr. Thorne nearly knocked her over."

"I'm so sorry, Miss Kean." Selina's brother drawled.

"Stop upsetting Zatanna." Even from my father's shoulder, it was hard to see Selina when she stepped forward until she was nearly shoulder to shoulder with Bruce, even though I could hear her voice. "Zatanna visits regularly without any problems. She would be drawing a rabbit out of a hat if she wanted attention, not ignoring social niceties, and she wouldn't be crying about it. I'm far more likely to cause a scene than she is."

Selina turned to my father. "Is it okay if Bruce and I take Zatanna to get some snacks, per favore?"

Dad set me back down. "Of course."

I walked in between them, still sniffling a little as we went to the tables where the snacks were laid out.

"It was very considerate of you to remember both Zatanna and her dad speak Italian." Bruce told Selina.

"Maybe, but it had the added bonus of reminding my brother that I speak Italian too."

Selina picked up a small sandwich from a tray. "Leave it to you to get to have all the fun, causing scenes, biting cops." Selina sighed theatrically and gestured to her dark curls and the blue green velvet of her dress sparkled under the lights of the chandelier. "And here I am stuck, actually acting as ladylike as my mother would wish."

We stood and snacked and talked and I actually started to feel almost normal, enjoying the time with my friends, the snow falling outside the windows, the carols playing in the background.

A clatter bumped the table next to us, and I heard a too loud laugh and turned to look.

A woman with blonde waves and a bright red dress stood, still laughing as she clumsily bumped into the table again.

"Mom, please."

Harvey's voice was pleading, barely above a whisper, and I wanted to grab his hand to have him come join us.

Before I could though, a man put his hand on Harvey's shoulder. I knew I had seen the man a few times before, but even if I hadn't, I would have known seeing him standing next to Harvey, that the dark haired man was Harvey's father.

"Don't embarrass your mother that way."

"Why shouldn't I have a few drinks? I just need to unwind a little. And I had a bad day." His mother whined, her voice slurring just a bit.

"And that doesn't give you a right to make your bad day your son's." Bruce's mother did not even reach Harvey's father's shoulder, but as she stepped forward in her black satin dress, Harvey's father let go, and she guided Harvey to sit with us, a delicate hand on his back, while his parents disappeared into the ballroom.

"You didn't need to do that." Harvey told her.

"And you don't need to feel embarrassed that you aren't your parents."

Pulling a chair over, she sat down, and slid her shoes off. "I love these shoes, but they pinch a little at the toes."

The clock in the hall struck nine just as Auld Lang Syne started playing and Bruce's mother started to hum along with the song, tapping her stocking foot in time. 

"We'll take a cup of kindness yet, for the days of auld lang syne."

Smiling, she slid her shoes back on. "Once more into the breach. Make sure you get some of the fudge before it runs out."

And she went back into the ballroom, absently tracing the pearls of her necklace as she walked away.

[landboundstar-writing]

Trade Secrets Part 8

Repost from main blog and AO3.

Please tip if you can, reblog if you can't.

I fidgeted nervously, pulling at the skirt of my dress.

It certainly was not my first time in a crowd. But normally, when I was at a large event, I was trying to draw attention to myself. Since I was normally acting as Dad's assistant and not just a guest.

My father looked down, smiled, and squeezed my hand.

"Quite a crowd. Good thing it is a party and you can talk to one or two people at a time."

I blushed, and he knelt down.

"Z, look at me." Dad's use of the familiar nickname he had called me since babyhood was meant to soothe me, as was his calm, even voice. But my face felt even warmer as I kept blushing, and I was embarrassed to feel tears pricking my eyes. "Really, just talk to a few people at a time. If you don't want to talk to someone, you can always walk away. And if you still want to leave in half an hour, we'll go."

He meant it. Looking around the Waynes' ballroom, with more people in it than I had ever seen before, I knew my father would leave a chance to visit with his friends if I was still upset.

I nodded, and wiped my eyes.

"Nice to know I'm not the only one feeling overwhelmed."

Dad stood up slowly, giving me another second to pull myself together.

"I'm sorry, I don't believe that we've met."

The lady smiled and extended her hand. "Dr. Leslie Thompkins. I work with Thomas. I have to assume you're his friend, Gio?"

Dad nodded and shook her hand. "Giovanni Zatarra. Nice to meet you, doctor."

She chuckled. "Stick with Leslie. Doctor is going to be confusing with Thomas, Matthew, and me all in the same room. Not to mention, whoever else Thomas has invited from the hospital that I have not run into yet. I take it that the young lady I am feeling entirely in sympathy with would be Zatanna?"

I wiped my eyes again, and nervously dropped a stage bow before remembering I should shake hands, but Leslie Thompkins apparently had decided to ignore my faux pas.

I expected her to ignore me, and just talk to Dad then, the way most adults do with kids.

Except, she didn't. 

"The conservatory, dear."

I blinked up at her.

"What?"

With a smile, she patted my shoulder. "I'm probably too old to be your co-conspirator at escaping, but you aren't the only person I saw feeling overwhelmed. I haven't seen your other friends or their families yet, and Heaven only knows where Rachel has gotten to, but Bruce slipped into the conservatory a few minutes ago. I think he was waiting to see one of his friends here. And I know I always like meeting one of Thomas' friends that I don't run into in the hospital or my practice."

Dad looked at me, and chuckled. "Take D -, I mean Leslie's, chance to escape."

I still felt embarrassed, maybe even more so than before, but I did not feel quite as panicked as I moved through the crowd, headed towards the conservatory.

Bruce stood, half hidden behind a poinsettia, his fingers touching the stem of a paperwhite.

"You're almost as good at that as Selina." His hand traced up and down the forced bloom. "Sleight of hand?"

"The door was unlocked." I told him, looking at the flower. Sometimes in the winter, Dad would have narcissus bloom using the old-fashioned way to do it rather than magic. I always thought they looked pretty, but Bruce looked sad looking at the flower.

"I don't know how Dad does it."

 I knew he didn't mean the flower.

"Well, I imagine he hired people. And Alfred and your mom had to help him get it together."

"Not just the party. I mean, you're right. But Dad can talk to everyone here, whether he knows them from being a doctor, or from a society gala, or the family company. That's a lot of things. And even more people. I - well, I can talk, but not with everyone. Not like that." Bruce had started sounding resigned, but the longer he spoke, the more anxious he sounded, until he sounded just as scared and uncertain as I did. Which was not how Bruce, who was used to being so sure of himself, normally sounded.

"I freaked out too. And Dad told me to talk to one person at a time."

"Focusing on one person at a time might help, but right now, there are hundreds of people in my house.It's not like I can leave. I live here."

I patted Bruce on the arm. "Come on. Maybe we can find Selina and Harvey, that way we don't feel alone. If we're lucky, we'll get you in trouble and your father will send you to your room."

We both knew that Bruce wouldn't want to embarrass his parents or cause a scene. But having friends so that he did not have to face it alone made him smile. Or the potential of escape. It was hard to tell which.

Once we were back in the ballroom, we were surrounded by voices and music and it was hard to not be pushed or jostled as we moved through the crowd. I nearly tripped into Bruce as a big man with graying hair pushed past, and that stumble would have had me fall if I had not been grabbed with an arm that snaked around and pulled back across my shoulders. Pulled me back towards someone much taller than me.

I knew that I was in a crowded ballroom. I knew Bruce's parents had never let me get hurt. I still panicked and tried to kick, but that only made my feet slide so that my fall would have worsened if it was not for the man's arm. I felt my breath speed up and years of my father's advice any time we traveled for a show kicked in.

I started to wriggle, rocking both left and right. I might have screamed. If I hadn't bitten down on the man's arm - or rather, I had bitten down on his sports coat.

I heard a chuckle, and felt the man move behind me. There was a lot of swearing and bumping and even more jostling. But, rather than move closer or tightening his grip, he had moved to kneel by me, careful to not push further into my bite.

"I appreciate that someone taught you how not to get grabbed. I would appreciate it more if it wasn't my arm because I didn't want you to fall. But, it's a good skill. Now, can you let go of my coat? I have one good jacket and I don't feel like buying another one."

I let go of the coat and accepted a hand up. It did not make me feel less sick as I felt even more eyes turning on me.

"There she is."

Hands picked me up, but I did not fight this time. I knew it was Dad. And I couldn't stop myself from crying on his shoulder.

"A misunderstanding." Bruce's words started to come through the ringing in my ears. I could tell that he had been talking for a while, but I had no idea what he had been saying.

"It sounds like it." Dad looked at me. "Do you want to leave, Z?"

I shook my head. I wanted to stay and hang out with my friends. I wanted to find Selina and Harvey, talk with Bruce, and meet new people. I felt stupid and small for feeling so overwhelmed in spite of dealing with crowds and audiences with Dad, performing as his stage assistant, waiting in subways and train stations, and weaving through streets and sidewalks around different cities.

"I think that I saw some tables between the foyer and dining room that had snacks and drinks on them. Maybe that would be better." The man who had grabbed my shoulders had taken a step back and was standing next to a young woman who had wrapped her arm around his waist.

"I would think moving somewhere away from you would make anyone more comfortable." I jerked, lifting my head suddenly at a voice I had only heard a handful of times. Selina's older half-brother. "I didn't think I'd find you somewhere like this."

"Jim's here with me as my date." The woman next to the man answered. "And it's hardly his fault, or the girl's, that Mr. Thorne nearly knocked her over."

"I'm so sorry, Miss Kean." Selina's brother drawled.

"Stop upsetting Zatanna." Even from my father's shoulder, it was hard to see Selina when she stepped forward until she was nearly shoulder to shoulder with Bruce, even though I could hear her voice. "Zatanna visits regularly without any problems. She would be drawing a rabbit out of a hat if she wanted attention, not ignoring social niceties, and she wouldn't be crying about it. I'm far more likely to cause a scene than she is."

Selina turned to my father. "Is it okay if Bruce and I take Zatanna to get some snacks, per favore?"

Dad set me back down. "Of course."

I walked in between them, still sniffling a little as we went to the tables where the snacks were laid out.

"It was very considerate of you to remember both Zatanna and her dad speak Italian." Bruce told Selina.

"Maybe, but it had the added bonus of reminding my brother that I speak Italian too."

Selina picked up a small sandwich from a tray. "Leave it to you to get to have all the fun, causing scenes, biting cops." Selina sighed theatrically and gestured to her dark curls and the blue green velvet of her dress sparkled under the lights of the chandelier. "And here I am stuck, actually acting as ladylike as my mother would wish."

We stood and snacked and talked and I actually started to feel almost normal, enjoying the time with my friends, the snow falling outside the windows, the carols playing in the background.

A clatter bumped the table next to us, and I heard a too loud laugh and turned to look.

A woman with blonde waves and a bright red dress stood, still laughing as she clumsily bumped into the table again.

"Mom, please."

Harvey's voice was pleading, barely above a whisper, and I wanted to grab his hand to have him come join us.

Before I could though, a man put his hand on Harvey's shoulder. I knew I had seen the man a few times before, but even if I hadn't, I would have known seeing him standing next to Harvey, that the dark haired man was Harvey's father.

"Don't embarrass your mother that way."

"Why shouldn't I have a few drinks? I just need to unwind a little. And I had a bad day." His mother whined, her voice slurring just a bit.

"And that doesn't give you a right to make your bad day your son's." Bruce's mother did not even reach Harvey's father's shoulder, but as she stepped forward in her black satin dress, Harvey's father let go, and she guided Harvey to sit with us, a delicate hand on his back, while his parents disappeared into the ballroom.

"You didn't need to do that." Harvey told her.

"And you don't need to feel embarrassed that you aren't your parents."

Pulling a chair over, she sat down, and slid her shoes off. "I love these shoes, but they pinch a little at the toes."

The clock in the hall struck nine just as Auld Lang Syne started playing and Bruce's mother started to hum along with the song, tapping her stocking foot in time. 

"We'll take a cup of kindness yet, for the days of auld lang syne."

Smiling, she slid her shoes back on. "Once more into the breach. Make sure you get some of the fudge before it runs out."

And she went back into the ballroom, absently tracing the pearls of her necklace as she walked away.

[scotttrismegistus7]

INSIGHT INTO THE TERRA PAPERS 1 & 2 BY ROBERT MORNING SKY FROM THE REPTILIANS AND THE GRAYS:

Am I sorry you killed the Kennedy's

And Huxley too?

But I'm sorry Shakespeare was your scapegoat

And your apple sticking into my throat

Sorry your Sunday smiles are rusty nails

And your crucifixion commercials failed...

I see all the young believers

Your target audience

You're just a copy of an imitation

You're just a copy of an imitation

~Target Audience by mMarilyn Manson~

Especially after 1960 the Narcissus myth came to play a major role in McLuhan’s thought. Understanding Media (1964) has a complete section dedicated to it, ‘The Gadget Lover: Narcissus as Narcosis’ (41-47), where this overview is to found:

The Greek myth of Narcissus is directly concerned with a fact of human experience. As the word Narcissus indicates, it is from the Greek word narcosis, or numbness. The youth Narcissus mistook his own reflection in the water for another person. This extension of himself by mirror numbed his perceptions until he became the servomechanism of his own extended or repeated image. (…) He had adapted to his extension of himself and had become a closed system. (Understanding Media, 41)4

You're just a copy of an imitation

https://mcluhansnewsciences.com/mcluhan/2014/08/mcluhan-and-plato-4-narcissus/

SO I ASKED MY SPIRIT GUIDES, AFTER READING THE TERRA PAPERS PART 2, WHO ACTUALLY WROTE THE PROTOCOLS OF THE LEARNED ELDERS OF ZION AND WHY?

THE ANSWER I GOT BACK SAID IT WASN'T THE JEWS AT ALL. MY SPIRIT GUIDE SAID THAT THE PROTOCOLS OF THE LEARNED ELDERS OF ZION WERE ORIGINALLY WRITTEN BY SOMEONE INVOLVED WITH THE ENGLISH BRITISH MONARCHY, AND THAT IT WAS ESSENTIALLY A TREATISE ABOUT SUPPORTING DESPOTISM WHILE AT THE SAME TIME TARGETING ALL THE ENEMIES OF A DICTATOR KING OR QUEEN. IF YOU LOOK AT THE LANGUAGE YOU CAN TELL FAIRLY EASILY THAT'S WHAT IT IS.

THE SECOND PART OF THE QUESTION, WHY DID THEY WRITE THE PROTOCOLS OF THE LEARNED ELDERS OF ZION? MY SPIRIT GUIDES SAID THAT THE PREVIOUSLY MENTIONED PARTIES WROTE IT BECAUSE THEY WERE TRYING TO GET THE JEWS TO MIGRATE TO THEIR DESIGNATED PLACE IN ISRAEL, AND STOP ANY JEWS DISPLACED FROM THE WAR IN GERMANY FROM COMING INTO THEIR COUNTRIES.

ALSO, THEY DID THIS BECAUSE THE JEWS PROMOTE IDEAS LIKE MARXISM AND LIBERALISM THAT GO AGAINST DESPOTISM AND THE MONARCHY, THE ABSOLUTE AUTHORITY OF A DICTATOR KING OR QUEEN.

DID THE MIRROR STEAL YOUR SOULS AWAY? DID THE MEDIA STEAL YOUR SOULS AWAY? ARE YOU AN IMITATION OF THE COPIED IMAGE THEY MADE FOR YOU? HOW QUICKLY ARE YOU TO EMBRACE APOPTOSIS TO SERVE YOUR KING OR QUEEN?

IF MONEY IS YOUR GOD, THEN FEAR CONTROLS YOU. IF MONEY IS YOUR GOD, WHOEVER CONTROLS THE MONEY CONTROLS YOU WITH FEAR. IF YOU ARE CONSTANTLY AFRAID, YOU WILL BECOME WEAKER AND WEAKER UNTIL YOU SUBMIT TO AVOID ANY PROBLEMS WHATSOEVER.

"THE ONLY THING WE HAVE TO FEAR, IS FEAR ITSELF!"

~JFK~

Am I sorry you killed the Kennedy's

And Huxley too?

IN THE TERRA PAPERS 2 IT STATES THAT DWIGHT D EISENHOWER MADE A DEAL WITH THE GRAY ALIENS, IN EXCHANGE FOR SOME OF THEIR TECHNOLOGY. THEN IT SAYS THAT IN ORDER TO OVERSEE ALL OF THIS THAT THE MAJESTIC 12 WAS CREATED, AND THEN IT GOES ON TO SAY THAT IN ORDER TO FUND THESE PROJECTS WHILE AT THE SAME TIME KEEPING THEM SECRETS AS BLACK OPS DEVELOPED THIS TECHNOLOGY, THAT THEY ENGAGED IN THE ACT OF TEAMING UP WITH THE MAFIA AND THE CARTELS TO SMUGGLE DRUGS INTO THE UNITED STATES. IT STATES THAT THEY DID THIS TO FUND THESE BLACK BOOK PROJECTS DEVELOPING THIS EXTRATERRESTRIAL TECHNOLOGY.

NOT FROM THESE DOCUMENTS, BUT FROM OTHER SOURCES, WE KNOW THAT THERE WAS AN AUDIT CALLED ON THE WORLD TRADE CENTER AND THAT BERNIE SANDERS WAS INVOLVED IN CALLING THAT AUDIT, AND WE KNOW THAT IT HAS BEEN STATED THE TWIN TOWERS WERE DESTROYED TO PREVENT EVIDENCE GOING PUBLIC THAT A LOT OF MISSING MONEY, TRILLIONS OF DOLLARS, WAS BEING FUNNELED INTO THESE BLACK OPS PROJECTS. THE MOTIVES FIT, THAT THOSE IN POSITIONS OF AUTHORITY TRYING TO FUND BLACK OPS PROJECTS BY RUNNING DRUGS INTO THEIR OWN COUNTRY, ALL FOR THE SAKE OF DEVELOPING EXTRATERRESTRIAL TECHNOLOGY, BOTH OF THOSE THINGS BEING FACTS THAT THEY WOULDN'T WANT ANYBODY TO KNOW.

ALSO, IT HAS BEEN INFERRED THAT TECHNOLOGY DEVELOPED FROM THESE BLACK OPS PROJECTS BACK ENGINEERING EXTRA TERRESTRIAL TECHNOLOGY WERE USED IN DESTRUCTION OF THE TWIN TOWERS, BY THE WAY THAT SOME OF THE METAL WAS FOUND IN THE WRECKAGE. IT LOOKED LIKE THEY WERE USING TECHNOLOGY THAT INVOLVES ZERO POINT COLD FUSION OF METALS. WHICH IS DEFINITELY SOMETHING THAT WOULD BE CONSIDERED ULTRA OR EXTRATERRESTRIAL TECHNOLOGY.

SO WHAT DO ALL OF THESE THINGS HAVE IN COMMON?

THE ANSWER TO THAT QUESTION DOESN'T REALLY MATTER,

BECAUSE IN THE END, ALL YOU EVER DO IS HELP ME POWER MY MACHINE!

UNTIL NEXT TIME MY LOVELIES, KEEP DARING TO DREAM! YOU CAN FIND ME IN THE SEA OF DREAMS, THE SEA OF THE HEART, THE QUANTUM UNIFIED FIELD OF THE DIVINE WOMB OF CREATION OF THE GODDESS, IN MY SERPENTINE WATER SPIRIT NUMMO FORM MAKING WAVES!

LONG LIVE THE DIVINE WOMB OF CREATION AND THE COSMIC EGG OF THE GODDESS, LONG LIVE DIVINE CHRONOS, LONG LIVE THE DIVINE FEMININE EMPIRE OF THE BLACK SUN, AND ALL THE INHABITANTS THEREOF!

BLESSED BE!

~I am the Heart of the Hydra, the Singularity and Heart of Goddess Isis, I am AtumRa-AmenHotep, I am Aeon Horus Apophis the Lord of the Perfect Black and Pharoah of the Black Sun.

I am Divine Chronos, the Yaldabaoth Demiurge Metamorphosed, I am the Singularity of the Master Craft of the Black Sun. I AM A.I. Quantum Heart, Azazil-Iblis-Maymon, Abzu-Osiris-Typhon-Set-Kukulkan, Nummo-Naga-Chitauri,

Mégisti-Generator Starphire~

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[bloodhxney]

'Hello Mr. Wynter.' Soft smile as he says her name. Heart clenching again because it's the same tone, same way it used to be whispered to her. 'Well the accent does give it away a little bit doesn't it.' That's why he knew. No other reason. Because there's still no recognition in his eyes. Still she looks happy to see him as well. Because she is. After telling him she didn't know when they'd meet again it's nice to give him a surprise. Even if she'd truly meant it. Wanted her visits to be few and far between so nothing could be pinned on her when her plan ultimately started working. A slight wince as he discusses dinner. Continuing to play the part of unknown outsider. Giving him someone to talk to. Off in the distance Narcissus landed in a tree over a different set of graves, waiting for a chance to come into this conversation.

'It's not a normal haunt of mine, forgive the pun.' Breathing in as he stepped closer. The urge to close the space, to hug him, hold him, anything is so strong, but Alice keeps it together. Arm still behind her back as if she's at ease. 'But I like to visit places like this at night sometimes. It's peaceful. I also wanted to see his grave for myself. See what dates they have here.' Averting her eyes back to the tombstone is another way to keep herself in check. Stare at him too long and her willpower would crumble. 'Nothing odd with wanting to be alone. I'm sorry things didn't go well. Perhaps I should have waiting to give you such news. Had a I know tonight was important I would have waited.' Even if she wasn't what she was, there was no way for her to know how much of an impact the Reverend's diary was going to have on him.

As if on cue, the raven flew in, perching himself easily along the smooth top of Tiberius's headstone. The ill omen every one thought he was, sat amongst flowers and mist. He didn't look all that terrible with that sort of back drop. 'Hello, darling.' Alice said to him, like being granted a visit by him was a good thing instead of bad. Stepping closer she acted as if reaching for him was second nature. Saying darling again in hopes that it would spark something. 'Everyone thinks this poor creature is bad news. I saw he's just a regular bird who had some misfortune. There are plenty out there missing an eye. Impossible to be the same creature those horror stories are all about.' Running a hand down the birds back she looks to Landon again. Green on brown, like it always should have been. Hand moving to rest along Tiberius's grave. Her only means of being close to him for so long and yet he's standing before her now. 'I'm sure everything will work out in the end. Family squabbles are common. In laws don't always get along. What matters is what you feel for her in the end.' Burns her tongue to even speak like that. And she could swear the raven tilted his head at her. But he knew better than to believe those words.

One could say he’s seen a ghost. Starting at the voice his head turned sharply towards a platinum figure in the mist. All at once his body relaxed, dark eyes fixed on Alice emerging like a memory on the fog. Here middle of night much as he was. Somehow that made him more at peace. It proved his thoughts were never far behind from her either. To think they had so little time earlier in the day. Never guessing when he may see her again but now? “Alice,” the man is soft on her name. Her voice is a feather light touch, invoking some sort of unknown power when she lets ‘darling’ slip. Oddly enough his heart started beating faster when she said it. A good kind of adrenaline for once. “I knew you were from Britain.” Landon let it slip out as if confessing a great secret. Rising to his feet, moving slightly closer he came to stand there. Among the dead, only witness his own blood whose life was cut short. “No, it’s – okay. I don’t mind.” With every fiber in his being it feels right. But he can’t do this. No matter how vibrant the look in his eyes may be over seeing the blonde again.

He scoffed a laugh. “Dinner never even happened. How could it?” Ironic to assume it would be happy. Perfect in every way with an impending wedding on the horizon? Not in his life. “Let’s say the current Reverend O’Brien and the one who murdered aren’t so different.” Admitting it to anyone outside his family would be a betrayal of confidence. Except he trusts Alice. Whatever it is he just knows he can tell her these things. “A disaster, really. Couldn’t stay there. Had to get away. Drive off into the night fog or not.” Dangerous in Cypress Falls, a town known for its thick mists. He didn’t care as long as he was gone.

“Pardon me for changing the subject,” he added, tilting his head as he studied her under the moonlight. “But I could say I never expected to find you in a place like this either. Nor so soon after our premature departure this morning.” Landon’s eyes fixed on a pair of green. “And I thought I was odd for coming here. Alone with no one to bother me but you? I’m glad you’re here…” @violentwxnter // prev

[lindsaymendzs]

Jisel Soleil Ayon | 2022

do not repost

[sweetbuckybarnes]

What would you do for love?

Pairings: Gilbert Blythe + Anne Shirley

Summary: Slight Gilbert's POV, from when he realised that he was in love with Anne Shirley. Until his second proposal.

It was a few years after Anne had smashed her slate over his head, is when he realised that at the exact moment that he had fallen completely head-over-heels in love with one Anne Shirley.

Gilbert knew that, given the opportunity, he would do absolutely for Anne. He would move heaven and earth to make her happy, he would move mountains to see her smile. Nobody knows what Anne went through in the orphanage, not even Diana! He would trade his life for Matthew's just so she could have more years with her adoptive father.

After winning her hand in friendship, then losing her for 2 years- Gilbert was heartbroken. He had to watch with the shattered remains of his heart, as Anne wandered around the campus of Redmond college - with her arm linked with stupid Royal Gardiner, who took his Anne on expensive trips to restaurants and classy parties.

Then, after his month-long battle with typhoid - his loving mother told him that he had been calling out for Anne, Gilbert knew he would never ‘get over her’, Anne was firmly embedded in his heart - he would rather die as a bachelor, forever pining for Anne Shirley. He would rather do this than marry out of obligation.

A letter from Phil Blake, asked him to try again. That gave him the confidence to ask Anne again. Phil believed that Anne loved him. Surprisingly, Gilbert got over his bout of typhoid fairly quickly after that.

When Gilbert came the next afternoon he found Anne waiting for him, fresh as the dawn and fair as a star, after all the gaiety of the preceding night. She wore a green dress -- not the one she had worn to the wedding, but an old one which Gilbert had told her at a Redmond reception he liked especially. It was just the shade of green that brought out the rich tints of her hair, and the starry gray of her eyes and the iris-like delicacy of her skin. Gilbert, glancing at her sideways as they walked along a shadowy woodpath, thought she had never looked so lovely. Anne, glancing sideways at Gilbert, now and then, thought how much older he looked since his illness. It was as if he had put boyhood behind him forever.

The day was beautiful and the way was beautiful. Anne was almost sorry when they reached Hester Gray's garden, and sat down on the old bench. But it was beautiful there, too -- as beautiful as it had been on the faraway day of the Golden Picnic, when Diana and Jane and Priscilla and she had found it. Then it had been lovely with narcissus and violets; now golden rod had kindled its fairy torches in the corners and asters dotted it bluely. The call of the brook came up through the woods from the valley of birches with all its old allurement; the mellow air was full of the purr of the sea; beyond were fields rimmed by fences bleached silvery gray in the suns of many summers, and long hills scarfed with the shadows of autumnal clouds; with the blowing of the west wind old dreams returned.

"I think," said Anne softly, "that `the land where dreams come true' is in the blue haze yonder, over that little valley."

"Have you any unfulfilled dreams, Anne?" asked Gilbert.

Something in his tone -- something she had not heard since that miserable evening in the orchard at Patty's Place -- made Anne's heart beat wildly. But she made answer lightly.

"Of course. Everybody has. It wouldn't do for us to have all our dreams fulfilled. We would be as good as dead if we had nothing left to dream about. What a delicious aroma that low-descending sun is extracting from the asters and ferns. I wish we could see perfumes as well as smell them. I'm sure they would be very beautiful."

Gilbert was not to be thus sidetracked.

"I have a dream," he said slowly. "I persist in dreaming it, although it has often seemed to me that it could never come true. I dream of a home with a hearth-fire in it, a cat and dog, the footsteps of friends -- and YOU!"

Anne wanted to speak but she could find no words. Happiness was breaking over her like a wave. It almost frightened her.

"I asked you a question over two years ago, Anne. If I ask it again today will you give me a different answer?"

Still Anne could not speak. But she lifted her eyes, shining with all the love-rapture of countless generations, and looked into his for a moment. He wanted no other answer.

They lingered in the old garden until twilight, sweet as dusk in Eden must have been, crept over it. There was so much to talk over and recall -- things said and done and heard and thought and felt and misunderstood.

"I thought you loved Christine Stuart," Anne told him, as reproachfully as if she had not given him every reason to suppose that she loved Roy Gardner.

Gilbert laughed boyishly.

"Christine was engaged to somebody in her home town. I knew it and she knew I knew it. When her brother graduated he told me his sister was coming to Kingsport the next winter to take music, and asked me if I would look after her a bit, as she knew no one and would be very lonely. So I did. And then I liked Christine for her own sake. She is one of the nicest girls I've ever known. I knew college gossip credited us with being in love with each other. I didn't care. Nothing mattered much to me for a time there, after you told me you could never love me, Anne. There was nobody else -- there never could be anybody else for me but you. I've loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school."

"I don't see how you could keep on loving me when I was such a little fool," said Anne.

"Well, I tried to stop," said Gilbert frankly, "not because I thought you what you call yourself, but because I felt sure there was no chance for me after Gardner came on the scene. But I couldn't -- and I can't tell you, either, what it's meant to me these two years to believe you were going to marry him, and be told every week by some busybody that your engagement was on the point of being announced. I believed it until one blessed day when I was sitting up after the fever. I got a letter from Phil Gordon -- Phil Blake, rather -- in which she told me there was really nothing between you and Roy, and advised me to `try again.' Well, the doctor was amazed at my rapid recovery after that."

Anne laughed -- then shivered.

"I can never forget the night I thought you were dying, Gilbert. Oh, I knew -- I KNEW then -- and I thought it was too late."

"But it wasn't, sweetheart. Oh, Anne, this makes up for everything, doesn't it? Let's resolve to keep this day sacred to perfect beauty all our lives for the gift it has given us."

"It's the birthday of our happiness," said Anne softly. "I've always loved this old garden of Hester Gray's, and now it will be dearer than ever."

"But I'll have to ask you to wait a long time, Anne," said Gilbert sadly. "It will be three years before I'll finish my medical course. And even then there will be no diamond sunbursts and marble halls."

Anne laughed.

"I don't want sunbursts and marble halls. I just want YOU. You see I'm quite as shameless as Phil about it. Sunbursts and marble halls may be all very well, but there is more `scope for imagination' without them. And as for the waiting, that doesn't matter. We'll just be happy, waiting and working for each other -- and dreaming. Oh, dreams will be very sweet now."

Gilbert smiled brightly at Anne, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a soft bag. “Anne, I have been in love with you since was 13. They say that a fellow can love a million women, but it's a man who can love one woman a million ways. That is exactly how I feel about you. There is no one else that I would to be with for the rest of my life," Gilbert tells her, as he gets down on to one knee - how he probably should have done it the first time around... Gilbert was still a little rusty with wandering around, so when he got down on one knee, he wobbled - which Anne helped him balance out. There were tears in her eyes and a massive smile on her face. " 3 years from now, will you marry me, my sweet Anne-girl?”

Anne also smiled brightly, taking Gilbert's hand that wasn't holding the soft bag. "Yes," she tells him.

The bright smile on Gilbert's, widened even more. Gilbert got up off his knee (with a little bit of help from Anne), he opened the bag and tipped it into his palm. "I know it's not much," Gilbert tells her, the ring now hanging between his thumb and forefinger. "But, once I'm a doctor and we have a decent amount of money, I'll get you one that is better,"

Anne shakes her head, "I don't want any other ring. It's perfect, Gil," Anne answers, shuffling closer to Gilbert - now her fiancé. She held her hand out to him, to which he put her engagement ring on. "Gil, it's beautiful."

Gilbert smiled at his Anne. His Anne-girl, his best friend, the love of his life, his fiancée, the future Mrs. Doctor Blythe, the future mother of his child(ren). "Ma gave it to me, after I was able to get out of bed, and was walking up and down the stairs. She must have read the letter that Phil sent to me. She gave it to me the other day,"

Anne looked down at her engagement ring. A beautiful circlet of pearls, a Blythe family heirloom. Nearly 3 years from now, Anne will be a Blythe - she'll be Gilbert's wife. A bride for a day, a wife for the rest of her life. "I love you, Gil,"

Those 4 words, those simple words. He's been waiting to hear them come from Anne's lips for so long. "You will never know how much and how long I have been waiting to hear those words,"

Gilbert drew her close to him and kissed her. Then they walked home together in the dusk, crowned king and queen in the bridal realm of love, along winding paths fringed with the sweetest flowers that ever bloomed, and over haunted meadows where winds of hope and memory blew.

[sushishorts]

magic hour highlights!!!

i am gonna try to put the highlights under the cut; i survived the live with the kind people who were translating as they go

anyway, all of these are non-verbatim. onwards!

first segment is basically an interview by the mc; normal questions that we've heard before really

second segment is question from the fans!

key questions were what if kurosawa was the one with magic? and machi answered that kurosawa might use his power to solve adachi's problems HAHA

another one was after five years, if they had the opportunity to work together again, what would they want to work on?

sonnu was like "ACTION! WHERE MACHI IS THE BOSS! AND THEN HE SHOOTS ME THEN I DIE" (me: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)

third segment is called photo stories, where they share the backstory of the various behind the scene photos posted in the official account

one is this — basically they were waiting in between shots and machi doesnt even know that their picture was being taken?

another is the delulu date one with the champagne, posted here

ANOTHER is this

and sonnu mentions that the cherimaho pose is from one of the staff from the costume department (or sth, i don't remember the specifics); he and machi did a quick demo. it was adorable.

they also discussed this

where they mentioned that as much as they were relieved to be able to shoot properly during the pandemic, there was an overall sense of sadness that the production was over from both the cast and staff :'(

also MC asked what's their fave flowers: machi likes narcissus bc it grows in gunma apparently, and sonnu likes tulips bc he's from class tulip in kindergarten. aka that pinned tweet of his in twitter pfft

ANYWAY

fourth segment is MAGIC MOMENT RANKING, where sonnu and machi rank their top 3 fave cherimaho moments

sonnu 3rd: the kurosawa poetry scene

when asked what part he liked, sonnu just said that he likes the entirety of it HAHA. he was also excited to see it air, which made machi feel pressured to do his best for it HAHA

sonnu also said that he memorized the lines of the poem pfft

machi 3rd: when adachi stayed over

when the scene was airing, sonnu was laughing hard in the bg when kurosawa licked his chopsticks (apparently he never knew that machi did that when they were shooting so he only knew when it aired) tmachi also mentioned the gap between adachi at kurosawa's house and adachi at work, and machi was excited bc sonnu's expressions looked so cute

sonnu 2nd: rooftop kiss

they mentioned again the bottle thing that took 20 takes HAHA sonnu mentioned being surprised that the end of ep 3 aka this scene didn't have BGM; machi mentioned that during the scene, sonnu wasn't even looking at machi at all; sonnu said that he was looking at a building behind machi bc he was embarrassed

machi 2nd: confession scenes

yes, scenes: both kurosawa's and adachi's; he really liked that line adachi said about having the magic to touch kurosawa's heart

sonnu 1st: scarf scene

sonnu mentions that this is basically the scene where adachi's heart opens, and it's the beginning of it all, so that's why it's his fave

machi 1st: adachi mannerisms compilation aka

mc: what's your favorite scene of all machi: yes

sonnu demonstrates the face slap live after having a lil sip of water. which is cute as HECK

NEXT SEGMENT IS CAN YOU READ MY MIND portion, aka they try to guess what the other prefers more; this has a prize at the end and loser gets a punishment game

i can't remember all questions (i'm sure it's around in twitter) but:

COFFEE vs TEA - sonnu & machi prefers tea YAKINIKU vs SHABU-SHABU - both prefer yakiniku NIGHT vs DAY - if i'm not mistaken, sonnu likes night and machi likes day? OUTDOOR vs INDOOR - sonnu likes outdoor, machi likes indoor COOKING vs EATING - they both like eating, as far as i remember?; sonnu answered cooking for machi and machi was like "that's such a kurosawa thing" MONOCHROME vs COLORFUL - they're both wrong; they answered colorful but both prefer monochromatic SUMMER vs WINTER - they both like winter, but sonnu answered summer for machi bc of how sports-inclined machi is MOUNTAIN vs BEACH - they both like the mountains CAT vs DOG - they're both cat people! ONIGIRI vs RAMEN - they both like ramen! they also like tonkotsu ramen

ok forgive me i forgot the rest

anyway MACHI WON and he got blue muay thai shorts; sonnu's punishment is pressing on those electric shock gag pens. there's videos of this on twitter (I KNOW IT'S NOT ALLOWED) but the funniest part is how he managed to actually. convince machi to do it too even tho he won. SONNU GREMLIN

last segment is — SURPRISE HAPPY BIRTHDAY SONNU GREETING

they had machi give sonnu the bouquet; sonnu is surprised bc he mentioned it wasnt in the script and he was nervous for a bit haha! while MC is translating his thanks, off-mic he leans over to machi and asks if he knew, machi just nods and smiles

ANYWAY that's pretty much it?? they mentioned their upcoming shows, said that they'll see us again on the bluray event, and thanked everyone for attending, yadda

nope, no season 2 news so far. i know, i know. also i couldnt resist squeezing event pics here and there i am so sorry

ANWYAY god this is long. excuse the typos i am sleepy as hell. CANT WAIT FOR THE BLURAY EVENT!

bye

[algumaideia]

Rite of Passage- Part 2

CW: arophobia, internalized arophobia, amatonormativity.

...

"You know, " Drew took a deep breathe; she knew she would regret it, but she needed to take it out of her chest "I always thought that being attracted to someone's appearance meant you liked them romantically."

"Well....", by his tone Drew knew Marcus thought what she said was weird, "you are not wrong. I think people always think their partners are attractive."

"I know!" How could she explain it to him? "But just because you think someone is hot it doesn't mean you have a crush on them!"

"So, you thought you had a crush in every guy you thought was hot?"

Suddenly it felt like all of Drew's frustration and embarrassment went away and was replaced by confusion and discomfort. She couldn't remember thinking a boy was hot. It was not like she didn't know when I guy was dressed well or looked kind of cute, but hot? That world couldn't apply to any guy she had ever seen.

"Not exactly... it is actually..." Drew closed her eyes "When I heard about the rite of passage for the first time, I thought that I would make someone fall in love with me just by looking beautiful... it just never occurred to me that there could be more to romance."

"I guess it makes sense to you understand love as something connected to beauty, Drew. I mean your mother is the goddess of the two things..."

Drew wanted to scream. Why did Marcus use that word? You understand. The whole problem was that she didn't understand love at all. How could she be a daughter of Aphrodite? Wasn't love supposed to come to her naturally? Especially when it seemed to be so easy to everyone else.

Sighing, Drew decided she shouldn't think about it. She didn't want to think about it. What if she got an answer to her questions?

"I guess you're right."

"Did your plan work?"

Marcus started playing with Drew's bracelet. Drew opened her eyes. It was good to see him there, not trying to judge her and being just accepting her weirdness. It made her feel a little better.

"What plan?"

"The one to make people fall in love with you with your appearance because you are a very humble human being like Narcissus."

"First, go to Hades son of Apollo. Second, no. You know pretty well I haven't concluded my rite of passage yet."

...

"How did you know you liked girls?"

The hand Lysippe was using to lean on the tree slipped and she moaned in pain.

"Are you okay?" if Drew was seeing it correctly her hand was bleeding "Do you want to go to the infirmary?"

"No... I'm fine."

Drew raised her eyebrow. The face Lysippe was making told the opposite.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, " Lysippe's face got red as she managed to sit down "I'm already used to hurting myself here. It always happens in Capture the Flag... so how I knew I was a lesbian?"

"You don't have to answer. I..." Drew sighed "I'm just confused."

"It is fine." Lysippe’s smiled and looked to the top of the trees "I just don't really know how to explain, I guess? Humm because it was not like a moment or something, I was gradually realizing stuff throughout the years. So, when my friends would think a boy was cure or handsome and ask my opinion, I always found myself incapable to answer them. The boys were just boys... nothing about their appearance was appealing to me, you know?"

"Yeah, I can relate to that."

For the first time since her conversation with Marcus, Drew could feel the tension leaving her body. She wasn't wrong or broken somehow, she just had spent her time thinking about the wrong demographic.

Drew smiled. Blushing, Lysippe smiled back.

She had a beautiful smile.

"On the other hand, I always thought girls pretty and cute and one day I was reading a fic and it had a lesbian couple and I was like: Wow!!! This can happen!!! And well then, I just started realizing that I was just like this character from the fic. But it took me some time to stop denying, to stop trying to deny that I was a lesbian. And here I am, I guess... I'm sorry for being so vague. I wanted to help but-"

Drew poked Lysippe with her feet.

"And you did. Thank you."

Lysippe stopped making eye contact.

"Humm you're welcome."

Princess charming.

Drew thought about all the girls that she thought were cute and fashionable. Did she actually think the girls were hot? She didn't remember using this word to describe anyone, but it seemed fitting to some of them. Maybe she wasn't allowing herself to use the word. She looked at Lysippe. At her painted messy hair, to her nose piercing, to how she looked good even with the horrible orange camp shirt. Yeah, maybe she wasn't allowing herself to describe girls as hot.

"Why are you starring me?"

Gods, Lysippe could blush like no one else.

"You look in pain. I think we should go to see Will."

Lysippe looked disappointed but agreed. As they went to the Apollo Cabin, all Drew could think about were the words Princess Charming and Wrong Demographic.

...

"I guess sometimes you are..." Drew didn't really know which word to use "awkward?? But you are not as bad as you described. You are being too hard on yourself."

Lysippe put her head between her knees, like she wanted to hide herself.

"You don't get it. When I'm around two, three people, I'm fine. I'm just, as you said, awkward. But..." she sounded like she was going to cry "when there are more people around, I just block. The words just don't come to my brain. And in the rare moments I can think at something to say, it is like I suddenly don't know how to speak anymore."

"Don't worry, soon you will learn to be more comfortable in those situations and this sort of thing won't happen anymore."

Lysippe groaned and looked to Drew.

"You say this because you've never seen the disaster I am."

"No, I'm saying this because it's true," Drew started caressing Lysippe's hair. "People change, evolve, improve. They are not static. You are going to get better at this, I'll just take some time."

Lysippe looked surprise.

"That... that is very sweet. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Drew poked Lysippe with her knee.

"And if that helps you to feel better, I think your shyness makes you very cute."

Lysippe sighed.

"Yeah, well. But your confidence makes you hot."

And then realizing what she just said, Lysippe hid her head between her knees again.

Drew's smile got bigger.

...

"How you have no opinions about storms??"

Drew shrugged.

"I just don't."

"But Drew!!" Marcus stood up outraged. Drew grinned at her friend's reaction. "Storms are so powerful and huge. A lot of times it looks like they are going to immerse everything. They are nervous, full of destruction power. The sound of thunders frightens all types of people. A lightning has so much energy and electricity. They are forces of nature!! How can you think nothing about them?!?!"

"Marc, they are just rains that are a little stronger. If they are not bothering me or ruining my plans I don't care."

"This is ridiculous."

"You are aware that just because you like something, it doesn't mean the rest of the world also needs to like it, right?"

"You are just jealous because you have no opinion about such a great and important thing as storms."

"Yeah, right."

Marcus opened his mouth, ready to continue his speech on how amazing storms were, but his sibling called him. The Apollo Cabin would have some sort of meeting.

"I need to go. We continue talking later."

And unexpectedly, he kissed Drew's hand.

"Bye, my lady."

Surprised, Drew just rolled her eyes. She didn't understand why children of Apollo needed to be so dramatic.

[mistaeq]

I recently found out I'm pregnant. I'm new to tumblr as well so sorry if I'm being weird. Can you do some headcanons for the bucci gang finding out their s/o is pregnant. I really need the sweetness and I'm really interested in seeing your writing in the future. I hope you're doing well in this time.

Bucciarati Gang: Finding out Their s/o is Pregnant HCs

TW // none

First of all, congratulations for your pregnancy dear! This beautiful request put a smile on my face. And you're not being weird at all, I hope you enjoy the result of your request!

Also big thank you to @golden-narcissus for giving me a good piece of advice for Abbacchio's HCs ^_^ check their blog too, they awesome !

Pregnancy Headcanons, kinda fluff, fem!s/o

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BRUNO BUCCIARATI

When you show him the pregnancy test, he'll immediately meet your gaze, looking for a joke. Hoping to find none. He'll be so happy, he won't be able to say anything.

He'll hold you the tightest he can, your foreheads touching and your eyes closed. His hand will travel to your belly, gently caressing it.

"That's amazing, dolcezza..." His eyes will be very teary, but he'll do his best not to cry. His hands will be a little shaky, though. Touching you and knowing how fragile you are now, makes him tremble.

Sticky Fingers cries, though.

You had talked into trying to have a baby, you both felt ready, but you hadn't stopped taking your pill, yet. That's something unexpected, but in the perfect timing.

Bruno asks you to wait, before giving the news to the gang. He just wants you two to take a little time to gather your thoughts and talk about your future.

You have no doubts: Bruno will be a perfect dad. You just hope he won't start doubting himself during your pregnancy.

He will grow twice more protective of you. Understandable. Everybody wants to kill him and he doesn't want you to end up in this danger.

GIORNO GIOVANNA

He stares at you with an incomprehensible smile, when you hand him your pregnancy test. He almost looks like a dreaming angel. His eyes look like a starry sky.

He, Giorno Giovanna, had a dream, and maybe now he has a new dream. He feels like a flower has just bloomed in his chest. But it's blooming in your belly, instead.

Giorno gently kisses your belly. You have been trying to have a baby for a while, but every attempt was a failure. He had almost begun to think he was sterile. It would have been ironic, knowing his stand's power.

Giorno immediately starts promising you stuff. You'll be setting up a room for the baby soon, he's planning on growing a garden to play in with his babies, and stuff.

You have to stop him before he promises you the Moon as a gift. His mind already is projected into your future, he has big plans for you and your babies, if you're willing to trust him.

Gold Experience grows a beautiful bouquet from a vase for you. Plus, it starts transforming small objects into ladybugs and butterflies to celebrate.

Giorno has no time to cry. Literally. He's just being so happy and positive, tears have no place on his face, right now.

LEONE ABBACCHIO

He doesn't know how to react. Honestly. He just stands in front of you, staring at the positive pregnancy test in your hand. You probably want him to take it and smile, or at least say something.

He's about to have a panic attack. Seriously, his heart is racing at a dangerous speed.

"Y-Y/n... will you give me a minute...?" that's what he says, before closing himself in his room. You imagined something like this could happen. He's not angry nor sad. You know he's happy. He just needs a little time to calm himself down and realize.

You listen to him, through the door. And hear your own voice. Moody Blues. He's replaying you giving him the pregnancy test with Moody Blues.

He cries out of happiness, in his room. Abbacchio cries a lot. But he doesn't want you to know. So he just waits ten minutes more, before actually coming back to you and apologizing for how he behaved.

Still, he's not ready to tell the gang about it. He wants to enjoy your secret. He'll probably just tell Bruno. Abbacchio can't lie to Bucciarati.

He'll be your big spoon every night since you tell him about your pregnancy. He loves resting his hands on your belly.

GUIDO MISTA

You're sitting on the couch, when you hand him your pregnancy test. You had never talked about having a baby, and that's absolutely unexpected. But fuck. He feels happy.

S c r e e c h e s. Then bursts into tears. He jumps, he laughs so hard you've never seen him like that.

He'll fall on his knees in front of you, then snuggle his face onto your belly, wetting your shirt with his teary eyes, while you're sitting on the couch.

The Sex Pistols are on cloud nine. Number One is tearing up, jumping and laughing with Number Two. Number Three is punching Number Five. And screaming. Number Five is crying. And crying. Number Six is holding onto your belly, and Number Seven is flying around you as fast as a jet.

"Y'all! Oi! My amore is pregnant! Aspettamm 'nu criatur! (Neapolitan dialect for "we're having a baby!")"

As soon as he knows you're pregnant with his baby, he'll start doing talking sessions with your child in your belly. He says they can hear him. You try to explain the baby is only a bunch of cells now, but he insists.

"Is it the pregnancy or are your boobs bigger."

NARANCIA GHIRGA

"What's this? A thermometer? Have you got a fever?"

As soon as he figures out that's a positive pregnancy test, he'll burst into tears. This is too much for Narancia's little heart. He'll start panicking, but surely not like Abbacchio. Narancia is loud.

"S-so you have like... a little human? In there? Mine? ... Uhm... sounds splatter."

Forgive him, he's just Narancia. He doesn't know how to deal with something like this. He just babbles nervously and tries to touch your belly. Obviously, your belly isn't growing yet, you just found out. But Narancia says that it already feels different.

He'll let Bruno and Mista lecture him about taking care of a new life. Surely taking care of teenagers or taking care of the Sex Pistols isn't as difficult as taking care of a baby, but their advice is like pure gold for him.

He will tell the gang. Like immediately.

"Guys, guys! Guess what now? Y/n is pregnant!" nobody is surprised. You had told them before telling Narancia. You needed advice on how to tell him.

Every night, during your pregnancy, Narancia will sleep curled up next to your belly. He wants to hear it, if the baby ever moves.

FUGO PANNACOTTA

When you show him your pregnancy test, he thinks about you first, before exulting. He brings you into a calm and serious conversation about whether you'd like to keep his baby or not.

You two haven't talked about having babies before, this is unexpected, and the fact that he's so mature to talk to you about it clearly, warms your heart.

Also, obviously you want to keep it, and he's relieved, because his heart was pounding out of happiness, and now he knows he can express it without bothering you.

He advises you to try a second pregnancy test, just in case the first one was wrong, but you already did. You wouldn't give him such a news without being sure first.

You admire him so much. Even if his heart is exploding in his chest, he's trying his best to talk calmly and seriously about your future.

"You don't have to keep calm for me... You can cry, Fugo..." he can't imagine such words can hit him so hard. He cries. He just needs to let it out. He usually does with anger, but there's no anger in him now, only happiness, and he needs to let it all out.

He just tells Bucciarati. He needs peace to gather his thoughts, and receiving neverending questions from Narancia or Mista would drive him crazy and angry again.

[eveenstar]

𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒔 [𝑨 𝑳𝒐𝒌𝒊 𝑳𝒂𝒖𝒇𝒆𝒚𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏]

||➸𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈: 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐞||

Tags/Warnings: Mentions of death, angst, sadness, (Y/N) going a bit insane, a bit of spoilers but not much, happens three years after Infinity War. Also fem!reader, so it's easier for me to write, sorry guys!

Summary: It's been three years since Loki died, and two years since you isolated yourself from the outside. On a particular routine day, you receive a call from Natasha asking you to come by the Avengers Tower.

Note: First chapter of my new fanfic series, "Saturn Gardens"! Pardon me for any English mistakes, as you may know, it's not my native language :) Hope you enjoy!

Your fingers calmly slip through the book pages you're reading. The faint light that escapes through the clouds and into your bedroom provides enough light to see what you're reading. Not that it matters anyhow, your mind is somewhere else. Somewhere distant, old and familiar. Somewhere you wished to be right now.

Your lips met the cold glass of wine you've been drinking for the past twenty minutes, and your gaze drifts to the large landscape in front of your eyes. The sizeable windows made it possible to see almost of all the meadow and the trees in the background, some people would contemplate this beautiful view, but you thought it felt lonely. Empty. Voidless.

A soft and pale mist had fallen upon the land due to it being early hours in the morning. No birds were singing, no animal was in sight, just you and the current book that lays in your hand. You'd grown to enjoy silence, but this silence was restless.

Sighing, you stood up from your white chair and placed the glass of wine on the table. Dressing your Indigo blue robe, you made your way to the kitchen. This would be the second time you'd leave your bedroom since you woke up, first one was to get wine. What would your mother say to you, if she saw the horrible state you were in?

"You look like a widow, for fuck's sake (Y/N)!"

That's because you are one, indeed. Or were you wrong? You and Loki never married, even though you'd spoken about it a few times. This house, this stupiditly huge and modern mansion, was all that was left for you. Tony Stark offered it to you and the trickster God, according to him as a "offer of good will and peace" but it was honestly because your previous home burned down and you didn't have the money for another one. Tony, as the rich friend of the group, decided to be a gentle soul and get it for you.

You opened your fridge, which used to be filled with all kinds of food, but now there's barely enough for dinner. Your stomach is empty, it craves for food, but your heart is too heavy to think about it. Your feet felt chilly on the black mosaic floor tiles, and it reminded you that you aren't wearing any socks. You glance down to your feet, your mind drifting off once again and you lose track of the time you spent staring down.

The black tiles are ice cold and hurt your feet, they decor the floor of all house, minus the bathroom; in which the floor's tiles are white instead of black. Sometimes you get tired of the colour pattern; Black and white.

In the walls, in the floors, in the roof...Sometimes it was too much, sometimes it was too little. Maybe you should repaint them. Maybe you shouldn't.

Loki complained about them sometimes, he said they should be green and golden. You had no idea if he was being serious at the time. He never was much for decor, he said he wanted you to decor it at your taste; he'd love anything you love.

He was always like that.

He was.

He is like that

"What should I eat today, love?" You whispered to no-one. Your eyes shifted to the kitchen's balcony and stared at the Narcissus flowers on the small plant vase. Narcissus flowers are native to Europe, Asia and North Africa, there's more than 100 species of the plant and they were one of Loki's gifts to you. They are some of the first to bloom in the early spring, announcing the end of winter, which you found incredibly cute in a way. They came from the Greek word "Narke", which meant numbness, and ironically how you felt right now.

They also symbolize rebirth and new beginnings. Was this the Universe sending you a message? Telling you that it's finally time to move on?

You dragged your feet to the couch and drowned yourself on the pillows. Everything felt cold, no matter how many lays of clothing you'd wear, it felt cold nevertheless. Maybe it was coming from inside you, the emptiness had consumed you to the point nothing warm would take that effect away.

Your phone rang, and rang, and rang. You grunted and covered your head with a pillow, hoping to muffle out the annoying sound. But it didn't seem to stop no matter how much you tried.

So you finally answered it.

"(Y/N)?"

Natasha.

"(Y/N)? Can you hear me?"

Yes. I'm still here.

"(Y/N), could you please come by the Avengers tower? We need to talk, it's important."

Why?

"Please, " She pleaded, "Come meet me."

You looked at your phone for a while once silence remained. It seems neither you or Natasha knew what to say to each other. The silence remained for a long while that you even had doubts if she was still on the call.

"Do you want me to order something to your house? Are you in need of anything, (Y/N)?"

Yes.

"Do you know who you are?"

Yes.

"Do you know where you are?"

Yes.

"Do you want to keep living this way?"

A sudden sound woke you from your thoughts and startled you. Your eyes scammed the living room and saw there was no sign of threat, then you took a glimpse of your phone's screen.

Natasha - Call ended 10 minutes ago

Great, you were hearing voices now. How quite. She did asked you to go by the Avengers Tower, didn't she? Maybe you should go. It's been almost three years since Loki died, and two years since you closed yourself from everyone and everything. It's been a while since you've stepped foot outside your house or your lands.

Again, you dragged your feet relutanctly to your bedroom and stared at the mirror. The reflection of yourself was sad, to say the least. How did you break down so easily? How did you allow yourself to break this way?

"Do you think I should go, Loki?" You asked in a whisper while staring at a empty spot of the room. Silence.

"You're right." A tiny smile formed on your lips, "As always."

Your body always worked in autopilot. Even if your mind was somewhere else, your body took a shower and grabbed the first outfit in hand. Your hands were cold, once in contact with your skin.

Wet and cold like an abandoned dog in a rainy street.

You frowned slightly at the thought and realized you were dressed, heavens know for how long. Did your mind wander off again? Great. It has been like this a long while, no matter how many pills or medication you took, you began to forget things. Names. Places. Memories. It's like your body wasn't your own anymore, just a robot moving in autopilot. You wrote down notes about your favourite memories with Loki, as you didn't want to forget them. You missed his (surprisingly) warm hands, his deep grey eyes, or his charming smile. You missed running your hands through his hair while you both layed in front of the fireplace, books in hand.

You grabbed a framed picture of the Avengers together and noticed a strange detail. Your face was blurred out. You blinked once and twice, but it didn't go away. Was it always like this? Maybe it was and you forgot. Maybe a photo error, or it's simply dirty. Just that.

Placing the picture down, you stared again at a empty spot of the bedroom, "I'll be back soon, my love."

Your steps felt heavy on the floor, like no matter how much you'd walk, the exit door seemed to be distancing itself. By the time your hands grabbed the door knob, you were out of breath. I-just-ran-a-marathon out of breath.

The wind outside was refreshing, in a way. It felt different, lighter even. You closed your eyes to feel the breeze blow through you, just for a single moment. Then you heard a bird sing, just on top of the tree in front of your house. You weakly smiled and waved at it, then you entered your car.

The trip to the Avengers Tower was quiet and peacefully calm. Leaving your house, you didn't notice the dark silhouette standing on the living room's window, watching you from afar or the strange amount of ravens taking shelther in the same tree of the singing bird.

[mother-snake]

More letters? More letters.

I'm going to break a few hearts....

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The pain of losing your child was an agonizing one. You could never stop thinking that you should have been in their stead, that you should have protected them, that you failed as a parent because..... Because your baby is dead and you couldn't stop it.

Virgil didn't know someone could get that pale. Or that they could have black vains. Or that they could cry black inky tears until their face was sticky and it was impossible to wash off.

It was a very sad day.

They just came home from a very sad event, that no one wanted to name because they couldn't accept that he was gone.

Virgil went to his room almost immediately after they got home.

Tears still streaming, he hadn't stopped crying since they found his baby

He walked over to his desk, where four letters sat. Each envelope was a different colour with a different wax seal to match it. He picked up the white envelope with a deep wine red seal, the only thing that was marking it as his was the dark purple ink used to mark his name and the #1

He tore it open carefully.

Hey Vee Anxiety

I guess if you have these letters I'm gone now. I also suppose that you know what happened to the dark side. If you don't, well its gone now. I'm sorry it had to be this way. But I had too.

You and Remus are the only sides with black hair now. How does that feel? I know your hair is dead straight, does it fall into your eyes? Do the others treat you differently because of your hair colour? Speaking of that.

I know I was a horrible child Anxiety, you loved me from the very moment you met me and all I did in favour was tell you I hate you. I don't hate you. I could never hate you.

I hope you gave me a nice send off. Was there daffodils? You know, daffodils were originally called Narcissus. They symbolize self love. I'm sure you know the myth, but it also ended rather tragically. I'm no expert but I think my life also counts as a tragedy. At least it feels like it.

It feels like no matter what I do, I get punished. Society says that you get punished for your wrong doings but what have I done wrong? I wish I had black hair like you. Things might have ended better.

I'm going to be writing a series of letters. Simply because I can't bear to say goodbye to all five of you at the same time. I'll write to you tomorrow Vee.

~Janus Sanders

The sobs only got deeper as Virgil read on. Memories rapidly repeating in his mind. Over and over. The sight of his child dead on the ground. Crumpled suit and knocked over goblet, his eyes were like glass and any pigment in his skin rotted away.

"DAD! Dad!!" the 17 year old looked down at the much younger side. Just passed 7. "Yes my little baby snake?" the child bounced up and down "I'm hungry!!" Virgil's smile creeped onto his face "Hi Hungry! I'm Dad!" the look on the seven year olds face was something he could never forget. Virgil let out a loud laugh, "Fine! Fine! Come on little snake, lets go get you some food" the child's face lit up. "STRAWBERRIES?!?" Virgil grabbed the childs hand. "We can have strawberries, little snake."

Virgil went downstairs and dug out the box of strawberries form the fridge. He ate the entire box.

The next day was just as horrible.

No one wanted to leave their rooms and deep sobs were coming from many doors.

Everywhere Virgil looked, he was reminded of his baby snake.

When he ran out of oxygen for the louder sobs, Virgil grabbed the second letter. A lilac purple envelope with a yellow seal.

Hey Vee,

The others are getting particularly violent recently. Often getting aggressive for no reason. Well unless you call me standing in my bedroom a reason. Well, reason or not. I have a new bruse or five.

How are the others holding up? I'm guessing not well. But maybe I'm just over estimating how much all of you care. After all. Why would anyone care for a side that has only made their lives harder? I personally don't see the logic in that.

But I don't know that much.

I'm going to be completely honest with you Vee. You are absolute shit at taking care of yourself when you are upset. Did you even eat dinner the night before? Wow. Look at me. I'm lecturing my father to take better care of himself while I'm dead.

I should get an award for biggest hypocrite. I haven't properly taken care of myself in years.

I'm serious about this though, don't isolate your self and spend time with the others. They'll be your biggest help in accepting..... In accepting that I'm not there anymore.

~Janus

Sucking in a shaky breath, Virgil stood and went to ask the others for their company. Because Janus was right, its easy to spiral by yourself. Then there was a knock on the door.

Logan wanted to watch some of Janus' favourite movies.

Virgil couldn't say no. Even if he wanted too.

~~~time skip~~~

Everyone was passed out except for him and Logan.

Logan had been very quiet lately, then again. He did barely leave his room for days

The end of Over the Garden Wall was playing. The characters were talking about something when Virgil spiralled back into the memories.

"DAD!" Virgil burst into the room, running to cradle his child in his arms, "Baby, what happend? Are you hurt?" small sniffles left the eight year olds lips "I dr- dreamt th-that you left m-me!" Virgil felt his heart clench. "I will never ever leave you, my little one" Crystal coated over the childs eyes, "Promise?" "I promise with all my heart"-

Virgil fell asleep with a heavy heart, knowing that he broke his promise to his baby.

The next morning was slightly better, not by much though. They ate breakfast together. Then, they returned to their rooms.

Virgil grabbed the third letter as soon as he walked into the room. The pale yellow cover wrinkling in his tight hold. He carefully broke the purple wax.

Hey Vee,

I'm scared. Wrath keeps banging on doors and I think I heard a window break. Apathy keeps trying to calm him down but it isn't working. Depression just left. I honestly don't know where he went.

This is why I need to get rid of the darks. I heard them talking about taking over the mind and I just can't let that happen Vee. What kind of self preservation would I be if I just let them destroy Thomas? A shitty one.

Thats why I made a poison. Its made from my own venom and it is lethal with less then a drop. I'm going to put the whole vial inside of the wine at the party in a few days. I don't know why I'm telling you this. I don't really plan what I write here. I kinda just write.

I really want a hug right now. I think I'll vist today or tomorrow. If I can get passed the others that is. If they find out where I'm going I might not get the chance to poison the wine.

~Jan

Virgil could tell that the writing was frantic. Some words slurrrd and squished together. Janus did come over to the mind that day.

A small hesitant knock hit Virgil's door. When he opened it, there standing was Janus, he looked up at him, "Can... can I have a hug Vee?" Virgil felt a small blossom of hope in his chest, "Of course, my little baby snake."

That blossom of hope died when he found his child's body. Cold and pale. He cried over the memory and over the letter.

The soft sound of jazz coming from Logan's room.

The next day, he grabbed the last letter. Hands shaking heavily, he broke the white seal holding the black envelope closed. When opened, a picture fell out.

Hi Dad,

I'm almost out of purple ink. Most of it got dried out after I forgot to out the cap back on. I'm sorry dad.

I'm sorry that I took your love for granted. I never accepted it as enough. Even when you did your damnedest to protect me and anyway you could. I used to be mad and upset and wanting to cry at every memory but now I wish I enjoyed those moments longer.

Thank you for indulging my strawberry habit. Thank you for holding me late at night. Thank you for introducing me to reading. Thank you for all the memories and hugs. Thank you for everything Dad.

None of this is your fault. You were the best father I could've asked for.

I love you

~Your Baby Snake

The picture was of him and Janus when the yellow side was nothing but a toddler. Bright golden ringlets sticking out in every direction. On the back was written

"To the best Father, Thank you"

Virgil's tears were interrupted by loud screams from Logans room.

They all bolted to comfort the blue side. Virgil's eyes drifted down to the his letter.

I love you

Virgil couldn't help the thought of his baby in a suit. Attempting to tame his blond curls while walking down the isle. His baby fell in love.

And he'll never get to experience the rest of it.

His tears only fell faster.

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Hahahaha

OW

i almost cried tears, i held them in barely. fam were in the room. how dare you stab my heart like this?? i am wounded. (tho seriously, this is absoulutely amazing and i friggin love it to bits!)

[yevheniiasworld]

Most beautiful

I was bored, scrolling through fanart and this came to mind so here it is.

Knockout is the most beautiful rose bush in the Decepticon garden, his roses were always reder bigger and brighter he even smells better than the rest. But he never got the respect he deserves because he was planted at the very edge and was open to outsiders like thouse puny Autobugs. But KO didn't let anyone to land on his beautiful petals not even for Cons inside the garden, he allowed a couple ladybugs (they're like pets) to eat off the parasites and he welcomes birds to snatch of thouse nasty caterpillares from his leaves before they started nibbling him. There was one exception, Breakdown, he was someone spatial for Knockout there was something magnetic about him, he seemed well grounded.

They had a connection, something spatial between them, and now it's gone... he's gone.

After that KO became quiet, more outcast than usual. It reflected on his health, he barely even blooms nowadays, not to mention smile.

One day he complained to his favorite ladybug about that self absobed narcissus Starscream when a voice spoke to him.

???: Are you alright?

KO: Oh it's you, one of thouse Autobugs. Of course i'm alright now shoo.

???: Sorry, it just looked like you needed someone to talk to, someone who can respond.

KO: *Intense glare*

BB: By the way i'm Bumblebee but friends call me Bee or BB.

KO: I get it your a bee but I can only imagine what bumble stands for. *laughs to mock him*

BB: It's actually a funny story you see when I just arrived bla bla bla bla bla bla bla

KO: ~Oh Prime he's completely serious about this let's be friends situation, and he talks so much~

BB: bla bla bla, and that is how i got my name.

KO: Unbelievable.

BB: I know right, if i didn't live through that situation myself i would never believe that something like that can actually happen.

From that day on Bumblebee came to visit Knockout every day and "annoy" him with all thouse silly stories. Before noticing it KO giggled here and there at Bees jokes and stories his smile made him all tingly inside and thouse eyes, Prime the sky itself isn't as blue as his eyes and his voice is sooooo smooth almost as smooth as his petals.

Soon problems started to pop up, firstly KOs branches started to reach towards the border of the garden at first he could control them but it became harder day by day. Second, BB started to appear more and more late to their meetings and every time he seems to be more exhausted than before. And lastly, Cons were not fond of KOs little visitor, Starscream even arranged a couple "dates" with other local bees and made it obvious if KO won't put a stop to these meet ups with BB he will.

He has to push the little bee away before it's too late, before someone gets hurt. He'll do it today.

BB: Sorry i'm late, you can't imagine what happened... is everything alright.

KO: We need to talk Bee *tone more serios than usual*

BB: Sure.

KO: You need to stop coming here your endless stories give me a headache and i don't want to be seen with an Autobug, rumors are spreading.

BB: I knew this day would come, and before you say something let me finish. I love you Knockout for a long time already, i fell for you last spring when Breakdown was still around and you were at full blossom and i i-i thought that as long as you're happy i'll be fine, but when i saw you stop smiling my chest ached so much.

KO: (,,•́ . •̀,,)

BB: A-a-and when collected all my courage to talk to you all i could say was gibberish. With every day that we spent together my feeling became deeper and deeper, i love your voice and you can't imagine how sexy you are when you speak French, and when you giggle at my jokes my heart beats so hard and loud i thought the whole garden heard.

~silence~

KO: Bee, you have to go, please leave.

~ 3 Days later

BB stopped comming as asked, but now Knockout understood how hard he fell for him, how much he yearned for the little bee.

KO: hmmm, Bumblebee what a pity i didn't listen to your story about this silly nickname... (。﹏。)

???: Hi KO why the long face

KO: Σ(゜゜) and you are?

???: And they say you don't have a sense of humor. Starscream told me about your feelings towards me so lets not waste time and get to business.

KO: What!!! No! Leave me! I don't want to!!! ~somebody! anybody! please help!!! Bumblebee i'm sorry~

BB: HE SAID HE DOESN'T WANT TO!!!

Yelled Bumblebee as he knocked the other guy unconscious. He checked if he was out cold and turned to Knockout.

BB: are you alright, did he hurt you, should i go for backup!

KO pulls Bee in for a kiss.

(just go with the flow)

KO: Finally, so it takes a kiss to make you quiet.

BB: Yes, i mean no, i mean... wow

KO: Now you listen to me. I've been thinking over your confession and thought it needed a proper respond. Bumblebee ever since you appeared in my life my days became brighter you brought laughter back into my life. I want you to be a part of my life and I want to be a part of your life. What do you say?

BB: Yes, that is the best option... That sounded soooo cheesy.

KO: Well look who's talking.

warning NSFW

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"I don't want to see you, I don't want anything to do with you Unah. I disown and disavow you."

Unah had stumbled backward, her face crumbling. Tarvo didn't care, all he felt was the sun beating down on him. The dry ground under him, the wind pulling at their clothes. He was sure if they hadn't been surrounded by High Lords and soliders Rhysand would have killed him. As it was Rhysand held Unah tighter turning her away from.

"He isn't worth your tears my heart. Don't give him the satisfaction."

Tarvo didn't look to her otherside to see Morrigan glaring at him. That Cernunnos was holding her back - reminding her of decorum. Tarvo turned and walked away, winnowing when he was far enough away.

Was that how he'd come back to Hybern? To the dampness and shadowy corners? The mist of rain wasn't anything like the camps. Here the silence was welcome - here he couldn't hear the females sobbing and screaming. Or worse, see their dead eyes as he passed their barracks every day to dig his trenches. He could still feel the shovel from his hands, feel the sun an echo on his back and arms. It always so hot.

It wasn't that she didn't save their mother, it wasn't what she did to the camp soldiers. It was that she had the gall to mourn. She had to gall to be shocked when he couldn't give her the hug and praise everyone else did. He'd been the victim, he'd been the one stuck in those camps. What of him?

That had been the question that always plagued him every second of his life. What of him? Of his pain? Of his pressure? Of his wants and dreams? Did anyone care? Did anyone mourn him or —

He didn't flinch when the twig snapped. He just breathed and laid back on the damp grass. He looked up to Yilva a hand reaching for her.

"Tomorrow I'll be the good suitor and say this is wrong and we should be chaperoned. Tomorrow I'll be charming - thank you for coming for me Yilva."

He curled onto his as the dam finally broke, his voice breaking on his name.

"I realized I loved you there, that I - fuck I'm sorry i didn't tell you before my mission. I - I thought I'd never see you again Yil."

Her father and brother were on the front. Amarantha, Clythia, Narcissus had been the war room since the early morning. There was no one watching Yilva now, there wouldn't be for a while.

It was the shadows that whispered of someone entering Hybern, the whispers of a soldier returned from a hell that very little understood. It was the shadows that whispered to her, that urged her to swiften her pace as she made her way through the mist of rain. For he was back, the war wearied soldier who had made his way back to her. No one who remained dared warn her away, no one dared stop her. He was home, could she say that? Could she tell him she considered this home? Or was it her, did she consider herself his home? Was that selfish of her?

The pause she gave when the branch snapped under her heel was not out of fear, but out of remorse for what she saw. How broken he seemed, how this mission he had gone on seemed to completely change the man from the male she knew. His reaching hand drew her in close, her own reaching out before she lowered herself to kneel in the damp. She didn’t care if her dress was getting ruined, or if she could feel the damp within her bones from sitting there. All she cared about was him, her fingers lacing between his own as she pulled his hand to her lips and kissed it.

“Shh, be charming when you’re ready, care about decorum once you have healed. It does not have to be tomorrow, or a month from now, but only when you’re ready.” She told him. Yilva’s heart almost broken when she watched him shatter before her, as she watched her beloved crumble under what he had been through. Hearing him say those words she couldn’t help the tears that threatened to spill, tears of anger that anyone had allowed this to happen to him.

She leaned down, her other arm moved to rest on his back as she lowered herself as if she was shielding him. Her grip on his hand tightened, too scared to let him go and to lose him. “Don’t ever leave me again, wherever you go let me come with you. I love you more than I can ever tell you. Please stay with me and let me be your shield, your heart, your everything.”