#if i could i'd become a sky artist

[skynapple]

Rafayel Into The Canvas: Analysis **Spoilers**

Long analysis ahead!! I've tried to break it into chronological chunks!

TL;DR - Sky rambles about Rafayel for a very long time.

I never know when he like, plans his coincidental showing-up-where-she-is things because... they really could be coincidental but I think maybe we're meant to think they're not. But the disappointment here is my weakness. Quality time is one of my love languages so like, the showing up for her and then actually being discontent with not having her time is what's really endearing to me. There's a lot of moments I really enjoy how obvious Rafayel makes it that he wants nothing more than to be around her and share the same space as her.

Then, he knows, right? He knew what she was going to say, he asked anyway, just in case, and just to acknowledge that and make it known to her.

Then ok omg 🥺 his voice.

He gets quiet, and soft, and like he's clearly trying to reassure her, in spite of what he's feeling. Just... the way he knows how she is. He knows how she gets. I could CRY.

Honestly MC really does want to, also. Like you can tell she doesn't want to let him down. That moment of not wanting to say she can't but not knowing if she can agree is sooo real. And then he captures that sentiment immediately, and in so many short words tells her like, 'Hey, I get it. I'll be here for you.' and all without saying that outright but. I used to hate how much he doesn't seem to communicate with her -and yeah he has his secrets- but the more I play this game the more I kinda realize he's the one who's allegedly 'had' her the longest over all the lifetimes so far,* so more than anyone he really speaks her language well.

*Sidenote: Cause current!Zayne doesn't know about any of his other lives with her, and Xavier although he's also spent multiple lifetimes with her... admittedly a lot of their 'long' lives weren't spent together in earnest, in their past lives there has always been a bit of a wall between them. Sylus I'd say comes maybe closest to seemingly not having their barrier but we don't know enough of his lore yet (although from what I've played through it does seem like he also speaks MC very well).

MOVING ALONG.

~5 Days Later~

I WHEEZEDDD

Leave it to Rafayel to bribe a child into making sure she finds him again. Honestly, there's some hidden messages here.

MC acknowledged she's nearly forgotten already that Rafayel said to call her. I'm sure he anticipated that (sadly 😭). And also, maybe that she'd be... directionally challenged in a brand new town? And if he's busy with the painting lessons, he probably wouldn't have been able to get on the phone and try to guide her that way himself or, maybe knew GPS wouldn't have good reception? Anyway he's SO thoughtful.

We're seeing here also Rafayel's unexpectedly very good with kids. But... maybe he's really keen on giving kids the treatment he never got as a child? Kids want to be acknowledged and taken seriously, and be dealt with patiently, and want space to let their creativity soar. Who knows how much of that he got in his childhood.

I love his "teacher" mode and it's exactly his fault for saying "paint wherever you like." Please I would have ABSOLUTELY done the same.

And he does it right back to her but like, also I couldn't help but think of God of the Tides? As a couple, did they also spend time painting their markings on each other? I wonder if it was attendants who did it for them. Was it everyday or was it some kind of water tattoo? I digress. I still think it might've sparked some memories for him.

And she proceeds to stare at him like half the time, really in awe. Same.

It's just a very, very sweet moment. There's something really special about watching someone you love do something they're really passionate about.

This is immediately becoming my favorite Rafayel card (I want to say not because I'm an artist but I'd be lying). Just the admiration they both clearly have for each other. Also, she really gets it, I think now more than ever, just how much she means to him, and also, how much he means to her. These tender moments are just as special and intimate as any physical ones, and sometimes even more so.

It's sooooo soft.

His little blush when he realized he was being stared at took me out alskdhslkg sir please have you looked in a mirror? He's so pretty when he's focused.

What got me also is him saying he'd just wait for her. Of course he kind of "teases" that she promised she'd meet up with him when she clearly didn't, but knew they'd meet up eventually if he waited long enough. This is a constant theme with these two.

Her not necessarily being willing or able to make promises to him, and him just waiting for her to fulfill these unspoken promises anyway. Either because of his love and determination, he knows or is just hopeless enough to think fate be damned, it'll happen anyway.

There's an interesting translation difference. The English "translation" that's captioned says this:

But it was either the voice actors or voice directors choice to change the spoken dialogue. What's actually spoken is this:

And I like the decision because it takes the "no big deal" out of it, which I think gets to the heart of the message and the character more.

As a voice director one of the most difficult things working with translation teams is trying to capture the essence of the story. It's not always about translating word for word, it's - ok, what's going to get this very specific point across to the audience?

Maybe it's not a big deal to Rafayel, or maybe he would say that –because he has waited so long to be physically in her presence the past few centuries already– but it's more impactful that the point is just:

No matter how long he has to wait, he will always wait a bit longer for her, because she means that much to him.

Then of course there's more playful banter, and allusion to a few things. Using the kids as a slight analogy. She did miss Rafayel.

I think it's sweet too how much she honestly does think of him in earnest, she's just not the best at explaining or expressing this. Again, her saving grace is he does speak her language and understands her.

Sometimes I think a lot about why MC is ... like that, and you know I always have to remember like... she was probably always trying to be tough as a kid? Who knows how often "grandma" was actually home, and having a "brother" kinda makes you tougher as a person. She grew up constantly not wanting people to worry about her, and it's really clear in all her routes and stories she has always struggled to express exactly what she means... mostly also because this is her "first" relationship of this nature. And there's always a huge learning curve in navigating communication like this in your first serious relationship. But... she's trying. And she's relying less on him picking up what she's putting down.

I know MC is meant to be "you" in the story but as for me, I like to imagine she probably had a sheepish grin on her face when she mentioned they lantern she made, it probably made it even easier for him to clock what she was thinking about. And even if he already planned on "gifting" it to himself, I feel his bright wide grin is probably just him realizing, 'Really? She would have gifted it to me anyway?' Because as much as you think you know someone, sometimes they find ways to surprise you anyways. You can literally hear in his voice how like,,, excited he gets.

And she's not even really embarrassed, it's heartwarming, and she laughs at her painting skills.

We get more MC continuity here!

I can't fault her for not saying like "I hope I get to spend more time with Rafayel" cause lollll as much as we wish, like, I dunno!! In that moment wouldn't you also be thinking of something like your family or your overall future?

For MC though, this is just one of her strings of continuity. She is very work and 'world peace' focused. It's in all of her routes with every LI. It's not that she doesn't love her S/O, this is just how and who she is. It's not like Rafayel isn't included in that ''healthy, happy life" she mentions.

I see it occasionally in discourse (occasionally from newer players where less lore is accessible) people immediately fault MC for not putting the boys first so... verbally, the way they do. But to me, she doesn't need to. To me, this is her way of doing so. She wants to work hard so everyone can live more peacefully, him and her included, and I think that's sweet. And I think Rafayel gets it.... even though you can tell there's a smidge in him that wishes too that she'd just outright say she wants more of his time too 😆 but, again, I think he gets it.

And then of course there's his wish, too. There's so much to unpack here. And it goes beyond him "getting it" he's... so immediately supportive. He wants to be with her every step of the way along her dreams.

You just know he's going to find ways to continue running into her. But less superficially, again, this is him saying he covets just being in the same space with her.

And then of course the ever-so-subtle lore mentions. Even if he can't be with her necessarily, he's always going to wait for her to come to him (even if she can't or won't because she doesn't remember-- but he knows she will, when she does remember).

All in all there's just this huge boost in trust between them and enjoyment of the mundane intimacy between them. He's not whiny, or pushy, he's patient, and she isn't standoffish, or embarrassed, she genuinely wants to just sit in that peace and space with him. They've grown a lot and it's very, very sweet to see.

[passionateseadruid]

Dusk 1 of 5

CW: ANGST!! Like a lot of it. NO COMFORT!! Later chapters will be sweeter. Pls note: I'm going to try to get one chapter out every month but it might be every other month.

Summary:

You are Lucifer’s first and most loyal friend. This is a story deep diving into how you become his second wife and the object of his obsession.

From the first moment I was alive all my thoughts surrounded him. I had no other drive than the will to keep him safe and happy. He was my everything. My love, my light, my Lucifer.  

He was beautiful (he still is). But from the first moment she saw him she knew that she never would see Gold hair that rivaled the beautiful gold of the sun, a soft pink colored eyes that made the morning sky seem dull in comparison, a smile that shook the very core of her being, a laugh that was more melodic to her than any orchestra could ever perform or any minstrel could ever compose, he was perfect.

Sure there were others: the brave and intelligent Michael, the wise and protective Gabriel, the compassionate and salubrious Raphael, the empathetic and dutiful Azrael, and the fair and artistic Uriel, but none of them were Lulu, none of them were hers. Lulu was hers because she was his. She was made for him. So obviously they were each other’s.

One could ask themselves what she is and why she was made. The answer is simple, she’s a gester (Because she’s a jester gesture) a type of angel that's made and gifted specifically as entertainment. 

Much like the cherubs were made to help with tasks (i.e. helping Gabriel and Uriel send messages, helping Micheal in his guardian angel duties, etc.) and guardian angels were made to protect humans from the ways of sin, gesters were made with the express purpose of keeping their target happy. However our leading lady here is special in two regards. 1, she was the first to ever be made, and 2, she had a secondary function of keeping Lucifer safe above all else. 

He jumped into my arms, so excited to meet me for the first time. His hair smelled like cherries. And his little arms just barely wrapped around my frame. The moment I started to develop feelings for him. The moment that I fell for him. We spent every second of every day together. Every new creation of his was a game we played and a story we told. We told stories of dragons and high seas adventures and sometimes I'd tell a scare story so he'd sneak into my bed and cuddle me for closure at night. He thinks I have no idea but I totally do!

...

“What should we call this flower?” Lucifer smiled. 

“Rose. It’s the same shade as your eyes after all.” She looked at him like he was the only thing in existence. Like everything and everyone else was supplementary to his majestic nature. 

He smiled at her softly as a pale gold dusted his already rosie cheeks. “Thank you.

Lucifer called her over “Look at these creatures!”

“LULU!! DUCK!!” She yelled as the mother bird swooped towards him

“Duck… I like that for thEM!!” She tackled him to the ground, making sure to brace his head.

There he laid under her, him about 130 and her only 120. That right then was the moment she fell in love with him. It was the moment she realized that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.

He smiled and laughed at her as she blushed at him. 

“S-so you wanted to name these ones duck?”

“Mhm! I do feel bad for this little gray one though… so different from the others.”

"Lulu... I don't think that's a duck."

"Are you sure? This one was with all the other little ducks... duck... duck... duckling! Let's call these baby ducks ducklings!"

"What are you two doing?" Michael asked as he and Azrael floated near you. Michael had blond hair, much like Lucifer but it was styled in a windswept wavey haircut and some long bangs. He had dark blue eyes as well. His face was stoic, bordering on harsh.

Now Azrael had long messy black hair with emo bangs, and silver hair. Azrael smirked and flipped through the air with his black and silver wings.

"Azzie!" Lucifer's little lady ran over and hugged Azrael. Azrael giggled and lifted her off the ground.

"Hey Sunni!" Azrael smiled and nuzzled into the side of her hair.

Michael sighed and placed a hand on her shoulder causing her to look over at him. "You both know that you're not allowed to name the creatures. The heavenly father's creatures "Humans" will be naming them."

She looked at him embarrassed and sadly. "I'm sorry Mikey."

He sighed. "Let's just get you two back home."

Don't get her wrong she did care about the other Arch angels. But they didn't exactly need Gesters. Lucifer was seen as a troublemaker and he needed someone to keep him in line while also keep him from being bored out of his skull 24/7. The others didn't. Michael and Gabriel were always focused on their studies, seemingly having something to prove despite the fact that they were beloved for their philosophical debates. Azrael (Despite being the grim reaper) was quite the social butterfly, though he always knew when to back off from people (Unlike a certain short blond who often (unpurposely) pushed people's buttons). Raphael was a kind soul, a gentle soul, who's always willing to help out when asked. Uriel was a sweet girl who always pushed Lucifer to expand his creativity to new heights. She wants him to challenge himself, and other than his little Gester (and the Heavenly Father) Uriel was the only one who believed that he could do great things if he was given the proper guidance.

Speaking of the other Arch Angels, let's talk about them in a bit more detail. Gabriel had dark blond hair in a short undercut with aqua eyes with some freckles dashed across his face. Raphael had brunette hair that went down to his shoulders and seafoam green eyes. And Uriel who had long platinum hair braided into a fishtail braid and heterochromia, with one golden eye and one being teal.

...

As the years continued to go by Lucifer's loyal little retainer fell more and more in love with him. She loved everything about him. From his soft delicate porcelain skin, to his sweet songs that he composed for her, to even his most gentle hugs that made her feel warm, loved, and safe.  

It's funny. I was made to protect him and yet his mere presence is enough to comfort and soothe my soul. His arm that hold he like a gentle rose... they make me feel so safe and secure. Oh sweet lucifer, my love for you so pure. Your lips dance as you sing songs of beauty so chaste and it's all for me. You call for me and I respond to you as I always will. For you are my soulmate! we shall be together forever. I shall be your wife and you my husband, us childhood sweethearts, just as the elders intended. I love you more than anything else in this whole world!

Ah young love. It's a beautiful thing isn't it. Or it would have been... 

However Lucifer started to see her less and less as the days went by. This was very distressing for the poor Gester. She had no will outside him, a truly tragic existence. All she wanted was to be with him forever, but now she has to fill her days with something else. So she sought out the company of another. Sweet Azrael.

"Azzie... am I doing this right?" She asked as she flailed one of his scythes around.

He merely laughed at her. "No Sunni." He fixed her hand placement and held his hands over hers as he helped her swing down at an angle. "Like this."

"Azzie?"

"Hm?"

"Why do you call me Sunni?" She looked at him curiously.

"Because you're always so bright, and you radiate joy. Plus your and my brothers relationship reminds my of that and the smallest planet in the humans solar system."

"Pluto?"

"Actually according to this new Seraphim "Sera" or whatever her name was "Pluto shouldn't be a planet because it orbits the sun strangely! And It's too small!" You know who else is different and small?"

"Luci?" She smiled at the thought of her beloved.

"Exactly! My baby brother is small but he's everyone's favorite!"

"Well he is quite beautiful..." She muttered, blushing slightly.

And mine.

Azrael smirked. "What was that?" He almost always made that smug face of his.

Her blush grew. "NOT IMPORTANT!!" She laughed nervously and tried to reroute the conversation. "S-so you were mentioning the smallest plant in the solar system?"

"Oh yeah! Venus... come here I want to show you something!" He takes her over to the edge of the city in the white and golden gates and they look over a terrace at the world down below. "Look it's earth! It's almost night for the humans, and there it is. Venus. You can only see it once the sun has almost completely set. Like the sun is protecting it." 

The two angels were looking down at the night sky from a world too far above for anyone to see. Azrael was consumed in the stars and planets but his comrade had other plans. She gently pulled away and traced her fingers along the terrace until she found what she was looking for. 

"Humans..."

"Yes. quite fascinating I must say." Gabriel smiled as he joined her.

She jumped at his sudden presence beside her. "Oh! Hi Gabby. How are you doing this fine evening?"

"I'm quite well my dear." He smiled.

"Is what they say about humans true?"

"Hm? Their free will?"

"Yes." She nodded.

"Why yes. Father made them to be completely autonomous. From himself, from us, even from each other."

"What does that mean?" She looked at him confused.

"It means that they get to choose what they do, from what they eat to when they get up to even whether they will obey Father or not." Gabriel explained to her calmly.

She looked at him like he's started speaking a foreign language "You've gone mad! No one's ever betrayed Father before!"

He merely looked down at them. "It's what Father said. The popular thought going around is that once there are enough of the human around they won't even have to like all of each other. Of course we still want them to all live in harmony but they'd get to choose who to spend their time with and when."

The girl by Gabriel's side was fascinated. She had no idea creatures could even do that. She lived her entire life going about whatever orders Lucifer gave to her (so long as they didn't contradict her core programing). but to see them down there... to see them so... free. It was incredible!

...

She decided the next day that she would take her own journey of free will. The elder angels had told her that she and Lucifer would marry when they were over two hundred years old but she couldn't wait that long. She decided to sneak down to earth to set up a grand romantic gesture for him. She found some beautiful metal that reminded her of the golds of their home. She decided to form them into rings so that they could still have something to remind them of each other even when they were apart.

She also decided to cut out some roses for him. Beautiful roses that reminded her of his eyes. She happily skipped towards the exit when she heard rustling in the bushes. She couldn't help but take a peek and found a small grove and saw Lucifer kissing the first woman. She was so beautiful. She was tall and blond and she had these beautiful lilac eyes framed by long dark gorgeous lashes. She was completely naked and happily showed off every curve to Lucifer who had no problem staring. She supposed that she would stare too. After all she was in a sense but mostly at the scene before her.

It broke her inside. Seeing the man she'd been created for, the man she'd been promised to, the man who wrote her all those songs and who'd willingly sought her out for comfort all those years ago, now lusting after another.

Lucifer finally noticed her and she quickly hid the gifts.

"Lulu- Um I mean Lucifer. Can you come here for a second?" She forced a smile on her face.

Lilith glared at you and Lucifer walked over bashfully. "It's not what it looks like! Please don't tell father-" He started to beg quietly as she interrupted him with the gifts.

"Here. These should help woo her. I'm sorry I interrupted your date."

He took the gifts and his eyes sparkled at her before he hugged her.

Oh these arms that once felt so warm now feel foreign to me. 

He ran back to Lilith with the gifts, not stopping to question why she had them in the first place.

"Thank you Lulu." Lilith smirked. She was just loud enough for you to hear.

She knew that she was taking everything from you. She saw it on your face, she was happy to. This was a power move. Lucifer was hers, and she was going to make that clear to everyone. She stole your special nickname for the man and was proudly parading it around as he flushed at it. He flushed in a way his loyal little angel never could make him do.

...

We all know what happened next. Lilith is banished from the garden and hid in heaven. Then Eve is made and she gives birth to her twins. Yada yada, apple of knowledge. Yada yada, banished from the garden 2 electric boogaloo. 

But then came the fall. The high council of elders, the other Archangels and the Heavenly Father Himself all decided that Lucifer (and Lilith by proxy) were to be punished. The skies were horribly rainy that day. Everything was gloomy as Lucifer's poor Angel was locked in her room as to keep her from interfering in the battle. She cried out for Lucifer as she looked out the window of her room.

"Luci!" She sobbed. "Please don't die... I never even got to tell you that I loved you..." Out the window she saw lightning striking over and over in the distance. it scared her half to death. She pounded her fists against the glass over and over again, until it broke. She pushed out the edges as to not get cut on any of the glass, before she flew towards the location of the lightning strikes.

"Azrael! You don't have to do this!" Lucifer begged.

"You have no odea how wrong you are." Azrael gritted his teeth, as tears fell from his eyes.

Lucifer's eyes softened in relief as he saw his best friend flying towards them. She grabbed Azrael's scythe and flipped him onto his back. "Luci, you go protect Lilith. I'll buy you time." She looked back at him and he nodded. She turned back to Azrael as he summoned another scythe. He sobbed as he looked at her and lunged toward her. She dodged and swung her blade in a circular motion to block his blade when he took at stab at her. His eyes kept flowing with tears and it ripped her heart out to see.

"Why? Why did you betray us?"

In the corner of her eye she saw a flash of blue wiz past her from far above in the sky. "I haven't betrayed you at all. You tried to hit me. I need to protect him, you know that."

Uriel tackled her to the ground. "We know..." Uriel turned toward Azrael. "He's right there! Take the shot Azrael!"

Azrael lined up his blow with Lucifer and charged up. Lucifer's little friend struggled to get free from Azrael's grip, until she finally pushed the Archangel off of her and ran towards Lucifer.

Raphael appeared next to Uriel and yelled "GET OUT OF THE WAY!!" But it was too late...

She turned back towards the group and froze in terror. Azrael’s blow cindered everything in its path, half her face gone… the only thing she could save with the last remnants of her magic was her eye, but in the process it turned as black as the void below them.

“Azzie?” tears stung her eyes. She had never seen his destructive magic before.

“(Y/n)!” He screamed, almost begging her to come back. It wasn’t meant for her… it wasn’t… she jumped in front of him out of instinct he was sure.

She sobbed. “Yuri? Raphy?” She looked to the others, begging for their forgiveness. Not for her, all she’d done was get in the way, but for him. She needed to protect him. Even if he’d never love her the way he loved Lilith… she would give him her life.

A scream was heard from behind her…

The cliffs… MICHAEL!!

She ran toward them. How could she be so stupid? How could she have let him slip by? How could she have not seen Michael pass her? Unless she did…

That flash of blue in the sky!

She ran towards Lucifer as Michael was about to strike, but instead of trying to hit Michael she covered Lucifer and Lilith with her wings resulting in Michael slashing through them by accident.

Gabriel tried to pull her away as Michael stood frozen in fear. She struggled as Gabriel threw her to the ground and tried to push Lucifer off but she staggered in front of Lucifer and pushed him and Lilith to the side. Gabriel ended up pushing her off the cliff and down to the fiery pits lucifer had created. 

She fell faster and faster as hot, fat tears of fear streamed down her face. She landed to the ground with a thud. Her body ached, she was sure that if she were human she would most certainly be dead. And as she lay there she saw a rainbow of comets falling above her. More angels falling from the heavens, and she could tell you each one of them.

Her wings were tatern and torn; damage almost to the point of no repair. Her body ached, it felt like her boned were shattering with each movement she made. But then she saw it. A soft rose light, diming into a bright red. Lucifer was falling. She forced herself to get up. She forced herself to walk to where he was. Even if every step felt like walking on miles of nails, broken glass, and Legos. She had to see him again. She had to! She-

His eyes were cold and uncaring. The first thing she saw when she was reunited with him was his glare that had turned a dark red. The look in his eyes wasn't one of hate. Oh but how she wished it was. Hate would mean that she would still hold a place in his heart and mind even if it was caked in malice and vengence. No the way he looked at her was indifference. Apathy pooled in his eyes and in the cut in his chest and the side of his head.

Her heart shattered as he walked off, never turning back. All she could do fall fall to her knees and let the tears sweep down her cheeks as she screamed his name.

[energypinecatsual]

Dungeon Meshi Modern AU Important Laios Thought:

Okay so Laios would definitely get into a fist fight with Undertale creator Toby Fox right, actually not even going to put a question mark after right because I know I'm right. Laios would be introduced to Undertale as soon as it comes out because Falin backed the kickstarter and had been gushing to her brother about it's fun concept for an RPG where you don't have to kill any monsters. Laios then plays Undertale and slowly grows to hate it, because the promise of monsters actually just turned out to be a bunch of weirdly shaped humans who could be killed more easily. He keeps playing to try and connect with Falin about it but when he reaches the pacifist ending on his 9th playthrough he flips his desk when Flowey becomes a GoatMAN, and thus resolves to beat-up Toby Fox. Thankfully tracking him down is easy because in the modern AU Marcille has a new magic spell called "Hacking into people's computers", which she agreed to do if Laios would stop drawing her as a furry or a dubious little creature and would instead draw a picture of her fish Sky. When Laios gets to Toby Fox's house he bangs at the door, but instead of Toby Fox walking out he is first met with a tired looking man wearing a carefully knitted sweater saying "I LOVE MY CHILD, KID ICARUS UPRISING FOR THE NINTENDO 3DS" on it. He walks over to his care and peacefully drives away. Since Laios didn't care about this man he kept looking at the door. After 5 of gods own minutes Toby Fox trotted out to greet him. As Toby Fox appeared in the form of a small white dog Laios thought he had the upper hand with his animal knowledge, however Toby Fox is simply a human in the form of a dog and quickly dislodged a vinyl record from the wall with a piece of tape that had text written on it saying "TOBY FOX'S ROCK OPERA" and hit Laios over the head like he was Alex YIIK and knocked Laios the hell out. Afterwards whenever Undertale was brought up around Laios he would say "I bet if I could code I'd make a game called "Eatertale" and it would be much more realistic". This would continue on for years until one day when Izutsumi is google searching for JPEGs of Fish on Laios laptop when her paw pads don't work well on the trackpad, leading swiping her hand too fast over the thing and accidently pressing the windows key and seeing all of Laios tabs. On multiple of them is beautiful sprite work with various titled but all containing the phrase "DELTARUNE WIP" attached to them.

Izutsumi doesn't really care about Laios' artwork so she doesn't end up telling anybody.

A few more years pass and everyone finds out due to Kabru sending everyone a group text from the hospital because while he was reading the Deltarune credits for fun he saw Laios' name in the credits under the artists section and had his legs kick so fast as a reaction it broke his desk and sent him and his chair careening towards the floor.

[cuddleyhoney]

hey love, can i request smutty john wick x reader with hunter x pray vibe? and the reader gets scared eventually so john has to reassure her that he would never hurt her ;)

this is such a cute idea omg -- this fic is really loooong

john wick x fem reader

mysterious meeting

John was a very mysterious man, you had only met him a couple times. He was on a work trip in France, he was a "traveling business man". John was staying in an apartment building near yours, occasionally he would walk past you on the street on his way to "work" or see you while he was getting coffee. He knew he only had a couple days left being in your city, but he didn't want the opportunity of meeting you to go to waste.

The sky was turning into a deep shade of grey as you were walking home from work, working at a fashion intern was challenging more days than expected. At least you got to wear cute outfits to work right? Whilst walking home in your high heeled shoes on the hard french concrete small drops of rain began to poor, slowly but surely.

The rain seemed to speed up as you were walking until you brushed the shoulder of an older man on accident, you were astonished and quite embarrassed. He was beautiful, wearing a formal attire holding a black umbrella. You timidly spoke saying "I'm sorry", but he replied "It's alright, would you like to stand under my umbrella?" You realized you both were walking in the same direction so you quickly nodded your head saying yes.

He smelled of rich cologne with notes of coconut, looking at him on your right side you could see he was a very pretty human. To him he thought you were a marvelous woman from just meeting. Soon after enough he walked you home, you thanked him dearly. He then said "I'd love to get to know you more, but i'm only here for a couple more days." You looked at him with slight sadness now after hearing he will probably magically disappear within a week. While both of you were still at your front door you replied "Could you wait for a minute?". Unlocking your door quickly you ran into your beautiful apartment scavenging to find a pen, a red pen you grabbed and wrote your number on a clean page from your diary. Writing your phone number and name, you then sped over and handed the paper to John. He speaking curiously "What's this?" and with you replying "A way to contact me if you ever get bored in the city."

Later that night John was standing in the shower of his luxurious apartment thinking to himself what he could do with you. With droplets of water sprinkling upon him he was fascinated about how he's been seeing you on him route to work each day, but today was different. He wanted to know you, maybe even have a relationship of some sort, but he also had a fear of you becoming afraid of him. He was an older man.

The next day was you got a text from an unknown number "Hi, its me I hope I don't creep you out but would you like to get ice-cream or something with me this afternoon?" He secretly wanted more than that but he didn't want to seem to aggressive. Instantly you replied to him and choosing the perfect time for the both of you.

You decided to meet up at the ice cream shop, of course John was there 5 minutes early. He didn't want to waste a second of being with you, just the thought of you made him excited. The two of you greeted each other with a hug, a very amorous hug that didn't go unnoticed by both of you. You chose your favorite ice-cream flavor and John chose chocolate. Sitting at an outside table he asked about what you did for work, your favorite artist, and your personal life. He just wanted to know as much as he could about you, it was like you were a book with endless pages.

While you both were sitting you realized how perfect he was, his velvet soft voice with the combination of his light brown eyes was enough to allure you completely. He was more mature, something you weren't used to. John then spoke quietly "Would you like to come back to my house later to watch a movie?". Naively you spoke "yea why not"

He held your hand on the trip back to his home, the sun was setting and you felt cozy. The cool breeze made you shiver, but smile nonetheless.

John welcomed you into his sophisticated high rise apartment, overlooking the beautiful view of France. He then quickly started making popcorn and advised you to turn on the tv to pick a movie. Picking a cult classic "Pulp Fiction" the both of you sat on his lovely sofa. John walked over to you with a bowl of popcorn, while making signaling hand gestures with you to cuddle.

Not even 15 minutes into watching the movie you felt John's hands roam on your legs and thighs. You looked at him with lust, it was like he knew all along how much you wanted him, but you had never been with a man his age, let alone with his skill. He held you closely pecking small kisses onto your cheeks, your hands began to roam his body. Feeling your touch made him feel alive. Nobody was able to make him feel this type attraction or even arousal in years.

You slowly knelt upwards sitting in front of John, kissing him passionately whilst making eye contact with him. His hands explored your upper thighs. He couldn't wait. He picked up your body as if you were a doll. Quickly speeding over to his room, a room filled with the coolest art you had ever seen. His bed was huge, but his bed was usually spent with him lying in it lonesomely. He placed your precious body on his soft sheets.

You were still frightened of what would happen next. Not knowing if the "relationship" between you guys would even be held to his heart as closely as it would be to you. Immediately you were filled with fear and anxiety, John could see it in your eyes. You asked for a glass of water claiming you were thirsty but in reality you were afraid of what was to happen next.

John was a little irritated, he loved your sweet scent, and your quirkiness. He wanted to get to know you more. He knew he could be a little intimidating so he let you have a few minutes to yourself, so he caught up on a few emails on his phone while sitting in his kitchen.

After walking back over to John you slowly move your hands on his chest, he lit up with excitement and eagerness. Your hands traced over his shoulders and arms. Instantly he began to give you kisses whilst holding you closely, you tried to unbutton his shirt but it was like he ripped it off of himself. He then began to make you unravel. Quickly he removed your top off, moving his hands around your torso you felt like a dainty fairy. In the midst of kissing you didn't even notice the both of you had your bottoms off as well but you were still a little scared.

You took a breath from the heavy session, saying vaguely "I'm scared" John looked at you and understood he wanted you to have a good experience with him not just something he would enjoy. He grabbed your hand and you followed him to his bedroom once more. Placing you in the middle of his bed gently he began to remove your underwear. He smirked seeing you soaked.

He began to lean over you and place soft kisses on your chest. John then inserted one of his fingers into you making you gasp quietly. He spoke saying "You're such a sweet girl" then adding another into you, he loved see your reaction of what he was doing inside of you showing on your face. He loved having so much power over you.

He removed his two fingers from you and pulled down his grey underwear. It was definitely a sight you wouldn't want to miss. John inserted himself into you, it hurt just for a few seconds then he began to speed up at the perfect pace. He was an older guy so he was more skilled right?

He had you in the perfect angle and position hitting your soft spot. You tried to grasp on to what ever was near you but his bed was a place that had no soft bears or plushies to hold you definitely took note of that. John was a compassionate lover, he got off on seeing your reactions to his touch and words...

The night ended with you both cuddling in the shower telling and small comments usually consisting of "I love you".

the end for now xoxo...

thank you for reading!!

[lovesongbracket]

Reminder: Vote based on the song, not the artist or specific recording! The tracks referenced are the original artist, aside from a few rare cases where a cover is the most widely known.

Lyrics, videos, info, and notable covers under the cut. (Spotify playlist available in pinned post)

Lay All Your Love On Me

Written By: Björn Ulvaeus & Benny Andersson

Artist: ABBA

Released: 1981

Cover included: Amanda Seyfried & Dominic Cooper for Mamma Mia!, 2008

“Lay All Your Love On Me” explores the high emotions and passions that can emerge when falling in love, and documents one woman’s shift into erratic behaviors as she falls under the spell of her new lover. The song hit number one in the US dance charts in 1981, but has lasted in popularity over the years, becoming an ABBA staple. It was featured in the band’s jukebox musical (and its movie adaption), Mamma Mia, and in 2006 was named the 60th greatest dance song of all time by Slant magazine.

[Verse 1] I wasn't jealous before we met Now every woman I see is a potential threat And I'm possessive, it isn't nice You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice [Pre-Chorus] But now it isn't true Now everything is new And all I've learned has overturned I beg of you [Chorus] Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me [Verse 2] It was like shooting a sitting duck A little small talk, a smile, and baby, I was stuck I still don't know what you've done with me A grown-up woman should never fall so easily [Pre-Chorus] I feel a kind of fear When I don't have you near Unsatisfied, I skip my pride I beg you, dear [Chorus] Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me Don't go sharing your devotion Lay all your love on me [Verse 3] I've had a few little love affairs They didn't last very long and they've been pretty scarce I used to think that was sensible It makes the truth even more incomprehensible [Pre-Chorus] 'Cause everything is new And everything is you And all I've learned has overturned What can I do? [Chorus] Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me Don't go sharing your devotion Lay all your love on me Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me Don't go sharing your devotion Lay all your love on me Don't go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me

Demolition Lovers

Written By: Matt Pelissier, Mikey Way, Ray Toro & Gerard Way

Artist: My Chemical Romance

Released: 2002

The Demolition Lovers are the couple seen on the cover for MCR’s next album, Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge. This song, along with much of the album, is a prequel to the story of Three Cheers… in which a man makes a deal with the devil to get his dead lover back by killing 1,000 evil men and giving the devil their souls in exchange for her. This song is most likely where the lover dies. The two “Demolition Lovers” are featured on the cover of the album.

[Verse 1] Hand in mine, into your icy blues And then I'd say to you, "We could take to the highway With this trunk of ammunition, too" I'd end my days with you, in a hail of bullets [Chorus] I'm trying, I'm trying To let you know just how much you mean to me And after all the things We put each other through and [Verse 2] I would drive on to the end with you A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full And I feel like there's nothing left to do But prove myself to you, and we'll keep it running [Chorus] But this time, I mean it I'll let you know just how much you mean to me As snow falls on desert sky Until the end of everything I'm trying, I'm trying To let you know how much you mean As days fade and nights grow And we grow cold [Post-Chorus] Until the end, until this pool of blood Until this, I mean this, I mean this, until the end of [Chorus] I'm trying, I'm trying To let you know how much you mean As days fade and nights grow And we grow cold But this time, we'll show them We'll show them all how much we mean As snow falls on desert sky Until the end of every… [Interlude] All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this [Guitar Solo] [Bridge] As lead rains will pass on through Our phantoms forever, forever Like scarecrows that fuel this flame We're burning forever and ever Know how much I want to show you You're the only one Like a bed of roses There's a dozen reasons in this gun [Outro] And as we're falling down, and in this pool of blood And as we're touching hands, and as we're falling down And in this pool of blood, and as we're falling down I'll see your eyes, and in this pool of blood I'll meet your eyes, I mean this forever!

[mealvaan]

Butte

In the fairytales, grand castles struck a clear silhouette. The body often evoked its surrounding landscape, whether it was baileys emerging from the cliff shape below or spires towering over the forest trees nearby.

She couldn't deny the possibility that the artist's hand willed the buildings to play nice with their backdrops. Still, architecture was also an art, and many creative minds were cross-discipline by necessity. Those illustrators might've gone on to erect castles with that same harmonious intent.

Not Eulmore's architect. The beast of a fortress had no body, instead a greed of buttresses spiralling aimlessly towards the sky. The bottom barely supported its overgrowth of limbs. Its designers may have cited the yew tree as an inspiration, but she knew better; the city was a hand grasping at the sky. It couldn't get more manmade than that.

It was futile to compare Eulmore to a fairytale, of course.

Reading the same five books repeatedly was an art Minfilia had mastered beautifully. Over the years, she found ways to appreciate them for more than their legible contents. This time she spent ages poring over the illustrations, something you weren't really supposed to do when you were being introduced to advanced reading, but it was a last resort. The last time she'd "read" this one, she indulged in the coarse texture and compared the worn corners of each page systematically. Books had become vessels of sensation in a flavorless room, where all vibrant colours blended into a dull brown.

"Um... I'd like a new book." How diligently she had practiced this request. How easily it crumbled at the sight of him.

Ran'jit didn't match his surroundings well either. He stood grey amid rich maroon and shimmering teal, and for that he was impossible to ignore. No sunlight found its way into this part of the building despite light's abundance, yet he cast a sharp shadow everywhere he walked. He only ever looked straight through her, like there was someone else more important to perceive.

"Few books remain. What do you want to learn about?"

He was always willing to answer her questions, until he wasn't. Her lips pinched tight as she weighed the pros and cons of asking. She had been diligent in her training all sennight, so she decided to ask in earnest. (Had it been a sennight? She could never tell.)

"I want to know about the outside world. What's happened in the last few years... What it looks like."

Ran'jit's silver gaze winked out of sight.

"No."

"B... But..."

She said it before she thought it. He was well on his way to the stairs; he stopped dead before the first step. She cowered away from his shadow, ready for the bite—

"I forbid it." His final reiteration. She never knew what she was scared of when it came to him, because he never, ever hurt her. Perhaps it was that she cared for him, and she knew he would so happily die on this hill. She wanted desperately to spare him the pain of saying no to a girl who had nothing.

"I understand," she said. Maybe the sentiment would soothe a wound somewhere. Marble-smooth despite the two scars she could see. Impenetrable, unknowable, as a fortress.

[mahounomanga]

Majokko Carnival

So far on this blog I've covered several titles already that didn't last very long, and there are many more in that vein I plan to cover later. The magical girl genre is quite flexible, so longevity isn't inherently an indicator of quality. You could even, say, compile a bunch of shorter magical girl works into one publication. And on that note, today I want to look at one of the only anthologies of magical girl manga I've been able to find.

Majokko Carnival is a manga anthology published by Rapport Comics on April 20, 1991. It contains 16 standalone chapters by as many different artists, all centering witchy or otherwise magical girl protagonists.

Rapport has a really interesting history unto itself, but that's largely outside the scope of this blog. To give you the short version, they started out as an event planning company before pivoting to anime merchandise, originally distributed through mail order before eventually establishing their own storefront. They went defunct in 2003 and now seem to be best remembered for their manga anthologies, such as this one, as well as their manga magazine Fanroad, which was first published in 1980.

I haven't gotten to read this anthology for myself, nor have I been able to find much information about the stories contained within it, but I have found a listing of all 16 chapters and authors, so I'd like to go through what little I know of them one at a time. Note that I had to rely heavily on machine translation in order to make sense of this list, so apologies if some of these names are presented incorrectly.

Majokko Pomuru by Tsukasa-sei Takasaki

The manga whose protagonist is featured on the front cover. I wasn't able to find any synopsis of the plot but it was included on a list of magical gender bender manga in which male protagonists become magical girls, so make of that what you will. Tsukasa-sei Takasaki (who I've also seen referred to as Shiro Takasaki) is a doujinshi artist who seems to have mostly been active in the 90s and published at least one other work through Rapport.

Catty Black by Omoi Ataru

This is actually the first chapter, but for whatever reason the list linked above flipped the order of the first two. I haven't been able to find a plot synopsis for this one either, but the pictures I've found from it seem to present a slice-of-life comedy about a catgirl witch. The artist, Omoi Ataru, mostly worked in smaller scale manga, including some doujinshi, and she has more recently pivoted to doll customization.

Trouble Maker by Hirano Ramu

I haven't been able to track down plot details or even images for this one (or the next few) and the author is pretty elusive too. The only other work of theirs was published sometime between 1989 and 1992, all of it somehow more obscure than Majokko Carnival.

Hirune by ○Mikan

Hirune is the Japanese word for nap. This is the first installment of a series called Sora no Majo (or Witch of the Sky) which would continue publication in Fanroad until 1994. The artist has gone by a number of names over the years and is still active on Pixiv, having pivoted to hentai. ...'Kay.

Majo Monogatari by Tawashi

The title translates to Witch Story. Tawashi (who I've also seen referred to as Tsukako) is a part time manga artist who also works as a nurse, and has even written a manga called Nurse Story, published by Rapport in 1993. She's written about witches a couple other times, but sadly I haven't been able to find any information about any of them, including this one.

Manatsu no Yozora ni Zebra ga Tobu! by Hibino Mariya

The title approximately translates to The Zebra Flies in the Midsummer Night Sky. I would love to know what that means in the context of the story but, predictably, searching turned up few useful results. I've also had difficulty transcribing the artist's name, 日比野魔俐婀. I've seen it translated a bunch of different ways, so if anybody is able to contribute a more accurate reading of it, it would be much appreciated. They contributed illustrations to two other manga I was able to find: Halloween, written by Marialle, and Babylon, written by Tact.

Kenage na Amulet by Hokoi Satoshi

Title translates approximately to Healthy Amulet or Amulet of Good Health (I think). While I haven't found any details about this manga, I was able to find a review for another Satoshi Hokoi manga that may shed some insight as to the author's style. Portrait, a 1992 manga also published by Rapport, has a very dark tone and heavy story elements despite its' cute art style. This artist has since pivoted to erotica published under the pseudonym Gyro Amarume.

A Kuvira! Dark Princess by Fujisawa Naoto

Another one without any pictures or plot details. Apparently this one was reprinted on May 1, 1994 in another Rapport anthology called Pretty Daisakusen (Pretty Operation), but there's even less information out there about that one than there is on Majokko Carnival. Naoto Fujisawa would publish two other manga through Rapport in the 90s, both of them shoujo: Death Rocker in 1993 and Gargoyle in 1996. The former ran for two volumes until 1998 and even got reprinted in June of 2004 as a single-volume omnibus by Daito Comics.

Chotto Matte ne by Tokumi Yuiko

The title is a slightly more casual and familiar variation on the phrase "wait a moment". Yuiko Tokumi is a renowned illustrator who has contributed to various visual novels, card games, and even done character design for at least one anime figure, as well as plenty of doujinshi (including a Sailor Moon doujin in 1996). She is best known for creating Binzume Yousei (Bottle Fairies) and Slow Start which were released as anime in 2003 and 2018 respectively. (You would think her notoriety would mean there's more information available about Chotto Matte ne, but alas.)

Mahou Soudou by Nantoka Fumihiko

Title translates to Magic Commotion. Fumihiko Nantoka also contributed a manga titled Suna no Majo (Witch of Sand) to Pretty Daisakusen, but I haven't been able to track down any information about that one either. For that matter, all of their manga is pretty obscure. Much of it was published by Rapport and everything I could find publication dates for is from the 90s.

Beginner's Ray by Tashiro Takuya

Takuya Tashiro has mostly worked on action manga, particularly ones with sexy female protagonists, and he was active into the 2010s. His series Najica Dengeki Sakusen was published in English as Najica Blitz Tactics and Atori Shou is his longest running manga at seven volumes.

Wiz Master by E=MC2

Of everything on this list this is THE single hardest combination of words to find anything relevant with. All I have to go on is a where-are-they-now type roundup of smaller manga artists in a blog post from 2014. That post indicated E=MC2 isn't as active as some of the others and mostly does manga about catgirls.

Kurayama Otome by Yokoyama Hiroko

Title means Kurayama maiden, with Kurayama being a Japanese surname that apparently has a variety of meanings. I wasn't able to find much about Hiroko Yokoyama's older work, but she is still active on Pixiv (though fair warning: a small number of her art there is NSFW). She even has some of her newer comics available in English, which is way cool from an accessibility standpoint!

A Looking Glass by Takekura Riku

Riku Takekura is another obscure artist who mostly seems to have been active in the 90s and heavily associated with Rapport. They won a "special award" when they placed 3rd in the FR Contest in 1990 (though I couldn't find what for). A manga of theirs titled Aoi. Hyouma Ran (Blue. Possession) was published in the horror themed August 1991 special edition issue of Fanroad, titled Nightzone. The most recent work of theirs I can find, a manga titled Leaf, was published by Rapport in April of 1996.

Rinji Majo Baita Yukiko! by Yumenohashi Kouichi

This title approximates to Extraordinary Witch Bitch Yukiko!... I think. Kouichi Yumenohashi (who also goes by Koichiro Takahashi) is still active in the industry and seems to specialize in sports manga.

Sore Ike Sen Hitoshi-chan by Hirano Masahiro

My understanding is sore ike means something like "go ahead!" and I'm guessing Sen Hitoshi-chan is the main character's name. This is one that the machine translations really struggled with (the original text is それいけ千仁矢ちゃん for the manga's title and 平乃眞砂廣 for the artist's name if anybody wants to take a crack at it) and, once again, I haven't found any information about the manga itself. Even the mangaka is very obscure, his only other original work being a manga titled Africa that I couldn't find any info on either. Apparently he also contributed to a Fire Emblem anthology, so that's neat.

So... what have we learned?

One of the things that really interested me about Majokko Carnival is that it came out at the tail end of the pre- Sailor Moon era. I know we can be pretty reductive when talking about Sailor Moon's influence on the magical girl genre, but it is notable how much more popular the magical fighter archetype is after her debut than before it. Plenty of older magical girls were either witches or just girls who happened to use magic, and that's something this anthology perfectly encapsulates, based on what little I could find about it.

Beyond that though, I was surprised by how in-house this was. Many of these artists had their other work published by Rapport, either in Fanroad or other anthologies. While some of them went on to find broader success after their time with the company, I get the sense not all of them wanted to. There's actually something weirdly heartening about how Rapport was able to be this sort of platform for smaller artists who may not have had other, better resources at their disposal. The rise of the internet has made it easier to get one's creative works out there (though that certainly comes with its own pitfalls), but I still think it's worth taking a look back at the kinds of stories people were trying to tell before that framework had been established. I would love it if there were more magical girl anthologies like this one. I would love it if more information about this one became available. But if nothing else, I'm glad Majokko Carnival exists.

[terraco-07]

So I've noticed something in recent years about media consumption (I know your eyes are probably already glazing over). Well it's probably been a thing for a long time but the idea of waning or waxing popularity with time. I mostly want to talk about waning but for the waxing side I feel like I've always seen it with music. An album comes out, has kind of mediocre reviews or is generally seen as good not great, but a few years later and it's revered as a classic with some of the best songs the artist has ever made. An easy one to point at for that here is Eminem I mean he literally mentions it in one of his songs too, but that aside onto the waning. I've seen this with almost every major popular thing in recent memory but I'm going to hone in on video games and the latest example being Baldur's Gate 3. The way it went from receiving nothing but praise to nothing but criticism. The pedestal it was put on being ripped away by fans right away for any conceivable thing that wasn't as good as it could be. It makes me think that once we start declaring something is amazing, perfect, a classic in the making, that there is going to be an inevitable heel turn on it. Now I can't confirm every corner of the internet (I swear I do touch grass sometimes) just what I see online so anecdotal as this may be I'd be curious to see if others have noticed it too, but I see almost everything that the game received praise for now being given back in criticism. "It was a perfect game the characters were deep and there's so much to do!" Into "The story was really lacking, half the play throughs weren't that good and honestly the characters didn't do enough/weren't eccentric enough." Which I kind of find fascinating. Personally I don't have hard feelings on it, I think the endgame pacing could be tweaked and some more content for Wyll added, but overall I enjoyed the game plenty (200 hours) and then moved along. I find it really interest to see the overall narrative start to slide hard though, the way those little things are not becoming detriments and that Larian need to add x, y, and z things or the game is terrible. I don't think this is exclusive of BG3 either, it feels like something that sort of permeates fandom these days. The idea that when something is so good in the eyes of many there is an inevitable tearing it down as soon as enough people decide it could be better. On the flipside midling games or content that slowly gets better seems to have it's public perception in a better state a few years after the game vs games that came out with incredible reviews and response that just let their finished works be. It makes me wonder if say No man's Sky, Cyberpunk, etc games that people would say sucked on launch but got way better with updates would stack at their peak against a BG3 in fandom eyes. Would those games have gotten the inevitable tear down too? Idk this is all just a ramble I've been watching the slow change from happy to disgruntled within this fandom for a little while now and I just think it's interesting to talk about from a fan pov.

[mahou-furbies]

Alright here's the results for the 2024 Precure Hopes and Predictions!

Q1: Hopes for the theme of the season?

Technology/games. Or more likely: science?

Military, video games

Technology / Gaming

Computers and/or bugs

Video games/Tech

the arts (both performing and visual)

Seriously hoping for creating things as a theme

Art theme! Or something winter-related (a precure team located in Hokkaido? That would be so cool!)

I would like a season based on a combination of gemstones and popular hobbies like arts, sports, and science. It can have a moral theme of "finding your inner sparkle, your one true talent."

I've always thought that season-based characters (spring, summer, etc.) were really fun, with lots of possibilities as far as power and design go! But it would be harder to have a sixth ranger, and we've just had a 4+1 season, so I'm not too hopeful… I guess I'd like a story around art (like, each of the girl represent a certain form of creativity?) We've had lots of cures who were artist of some kind, but their interests are rarely reflected by their cure powers!

someday i want a 4 seasons precure

Flowers

I hope for flowers theme or elementals but i think it will be idols or fashion

Insects would be fun! (ladybug lead, butterfly and honeybee Cures. Moth midseason!)

Carnival.

Cars and racing, fairy tales (specifically Peter Pan), music and dancing

We never had a proper fairy/fairy tale season, so that!

Fairy

unlikely but aliens would be fun

cats/felines + lolita fashion + fantasy

Pirates

Mythology

Gemstones

Sports

Q2: Predictions for Cure theme colours?

Standard pink/yellow/blue to follow the pattern Hugtto set

please please please don’t go back to pink/blue/yellow

Ideal - Pink/Yellow/Green/Blue or White; Realistic - Pink/Blue/Yellow/Purple

Pink, blue, yellow, purple

Pink, Blue, Yellow, Purple, Red

I want a blue and a pink at first, then green and yellow (maybe also purple) but I am sure it will be pink/blue/yellow again

Pink, Blue, Yellow, Purple maybe, No green lol

Pink, blue, yellow, purple, maybe green?

I'm kind of curious, since Toei got pretty original with the colour scheme this year… My guess is, either they'll go for something super conventional like Healin Good or Delipre, or they're going to keep their "unique color scheme" streak.

Similar to ALaMode it can be the standard trio (PBY), followed by a red and purple duo, and later joins a vibrant green.

pink, blue/teal, purple, black/white/grey would be super cool!

Pink, Orange, Green, Yellow, Blue, Purple

Pink - Blue - Red - White (midseason)

Pink, Red, Purple

Pink, blue, green

Pink, red, white, and purple

White, orange, indigo, green, red, teal

dark pink/red, blue, and gold (later cures would be green, purple, and black/white/grey)

For gaming: the usual letter button colors (red green yellow blue) For science: uhh, def needs a Cure Combust thats red. I imagine her having a combo attack with a blue cure that makes blue fire.

Pink leader (current season was too revolutionary, time for Toei to get back to a safer structure), a yellow/orange, a blue one, a mixed weird color joining mid-season and hopefully a green cure

for aliens green orange pink

Green pleasssse (probably pink for the main Cure)

We've gotta get at least one green cure right?

Two colours for each Cure.

Q3: How many Cures do you expect there to be at the start?

Q4: Any other thoughts?

Hopefully there'll be more than one villain active at the same time, Hirogaru Sky was honestly kind of disappointing in that regard (it does not help that the first villain's debut came with a fart joke).

I'm fine with another pink, yellow and blue Cures, but please, at least try to make them different by using different shades of said colors. There are so many, don't settle for the most basic color palette.

If it doesn't happen, I could always make fancures instead.

I really want a cure who becomes an engineer of some kind in the epilogue. Specifically a girl becoming an engineer

I am sure it will not be what I want XD but precure prove me wrong this year!

I would love unique flower motifs for each cure. All of the possibilities!

Mythology would also be a fun theme, but the Tropical team had a phoenix and so did Cure Wing, so they would probably try to space that out.

The cures' designs would be based on wild cats and domestic cat breeds: maine coon, norwegian forest cats (e.g cure forrêt), serval, jaguar. There would be a cat goddess (who could possibly also be a precure)!

Male Cure, Twins as cures, a disabled cure, a chubby cure, and a cure of color (like Elena)

I think it'd be neat to have the main trio be required to transform together as a call-back to Black/White, Bloom/Egret, Melody/Rhythm, Miracle/Magical, and Macherie/Amour, plus to keep celebrating 20 years of Precure

they will go back to pink/blue/yellow

i want scifiesque magical girls i feel like theres been lots of fairytale themeing recently and i want something very different also the idea of the midseason cure being the pink one amuses me greatly

I want more boy cures

A male lead, preferably voiced by Yuki Kaji

Please, no babies, not another one…

Random list of elements that (I think) haven't been done that much in a precure season: 1) Have cures be siblings/give a significant role to a cure's sibling. 2) Have characters actually be in a romance! I know precure has a young demographic, so romance isn't exactly important, but it's a bit tiresome how many precure romances tend to be unresolved crushes that are dragged throughout the season! I don't care if it's girl/girl, girl/boy or boy/boy, it would just be nice to see characters confess to each other and have their relationship build from there throughout the story. 3) I know there have been debates on relationships between the cures and the villains, how redeemable the villains are, how much the cures should be concerned about them, etc., but I'd like Toei to play on that dynamic more. Maybe a villain questioning their allegiance, or even turning out to be a mole for the good guys! Or on the opposite side, a cure joining the bad guys willingly, whether misguidedly or to become a mole themselves! 4) Fun stuff with the mascots! The mascots are a family! A mascot is a family member of a cure (don't ask me how that works!) Secretely-a-villain mascot! Mascot who is reluctant in their role and a bit cranky! 5) Families and non-magical friends being a relevant part of the cures' life. To be fair, it has been done several times, but it's always nice to see. 6) Boarding school!

Thanks to everyone who took part, reading these was super fun. Let's see if anyone got it right! (though you only get half of a point if the pink-blue-yellow prediction turns out right lol)

[dangerouscommiesubversive]

(extremely obvious who is sending this) æugh aogh ohhgb sonoi & tarou if u feel like it !! im just honestly very happy with any and all writing u do of them i adore the way u write them < 3

I was going to apologize for letting this sit for so long, but now I think maybe I've let it sit for just long enough. Enjoy. 💜💜💜 two men contemplating the moon

Sonoi isn't sure what made him want to go for a walk tonight. It's typically an urge that he resists, knowing that it could only cause him pain, but this time despite everything he is here, strolling along the water's edge, still dressed for work and with his sketchbook under one arm. Not that there's much of anything to draw, but at least the air is nice, and if nothing else he has the moon's company--although it's barely present at the moment, a gleaming sliver like a healing cut in the sky. Two nights ago there was no moon at all.

He walks with his hands in his pockets and his eyes on the sky and his ears filled with the sound of the water, so he should hardly be surprised to have walked into somebody. "Excuse me," he says, "I wasn't at all looking where I was going--"

And then he looks.

Tarou is the same as he's always been, but at the same time younger, or maybe lighter, somehow less than he was but in a way that feels like a joy and not a loss. His smile is easier, his eyes are less tired. "It's all right, I wasn't looking either. Sorry about that--are you all right?"

Sonoi shakes himself, makes himself stop staring. "Yes, I'm fine. I've just been a bit...abstracted, lately, my apologies."

"Like a Kandinsky?"

"More like a Mondrian, it feels as if parts of me have been sectioned off--that's an unusual joke to make."

Tarou gestures to his sketchbook. "I thought you might be an artist. And my coworkers keep telling me that I'll have an easier time talking to people if I Iearn to make jokes."

"I..." Sonoi finds himself staring again. "I work in acquisitions at an art gallery. And I'm learning to paint, yes."

"So I guessed right, then. It seems like we've made a bond." Tarou's smile becomes even brighter.

Sonoi is breathtaken by it and can only nod. "It seems so, yes. I am...my name is Sonoi."

"So we rhyme, then, I'm Momoi. Momoi Tarou. That's another kind of bond, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes it is." Sonoi takes a breath to steady himself. "If we've made this bond, and we're both out walking alone like this, then would you like to walk with me?"

If Tarou's smile was bright before, now it is blinding, a sunrise. "Sure, I'd like that. I just really felt like I needed to look at the moon tonight, and that's always better in company."

Sonoi smiles back and feels as if he is the moon reflecting the sunlight. "Yes, it's beautiful tonight, isn't it?"

#

"I don't normally do this."

This is a lie of imprecision; to say "normally" implies an "occasionally," when in fact it would be more accurate to say "never."

What Sonoi doesn't "normally" do is, he is backed against the wall in the entryway of his small human apartment, and his fingers are curled in the collar of Momoi Tarou's shirt, and they are kissing. One of his legs is wrapped around one of Tarou's, and one of Tarou's hands is on the small of his back under his jacket while the other cups the side of his face, thumb stroking along his cheekbone.

"Neither, um." Tarou's lips are a bitten red. "Neither do I. Or ever, really, I've never," and then he shuts himself up against Sonoi's mouth.

The first time, Sonoi knows, they were both new at this. Neither one of them is new at it now, but Tarou believes that he is, and Sonoi is not such an honest person as to disillusion him, will let him believe that Sonoi is teaching him something. It is very easy nevertheless, to kiss. To allow himself to be kissed.

(The first time he had begged on his knees. This time Tarou had gotten a strange look on his face as they stood in the kitchen drinking tea, and then had asked him.)

"But," Tarou is saying, his mouth moving against the side of Sonoi's neck, "this feels really natural. To be doing this with you, even though we just met. Is that strange?"

Sonoi curls his fingers in the back of Tarou's shirt, fluttering shut, and says, "Everything in this world is strange."

"Yeah. Yeah, that's also true."

Because this is not "normally" something Sonoi does, this bringing home of men he's just met for the first time and kissing them in the entryway of his apartment, and because this is something Tarou has never done at all, they stop shortly after. Which is to say, they're both flushed, and somewhat unbuttoned, but nothing dramatic has happened apart from the sheer reality of Tarou being once again in Sonoi's embrace, which he doesn't even realize is so very, very important.

They break apart, laugh nervously, and then Sonoi says, "I feel rather like we've done things out of order."

"Yeah, maybe a little." Tarou smiles at him. "I don't mind, though."

"No, no, neither do I, but. We should, I don't know--"

"Here, give me your phone." As soon as Sonoi's phone is in Tarou's hands, he opens up the sparsely-populated contacts and starts typing in a new number. "This is me. And then you'll send me a text, and I'll have yours."

"Yes. Yes, that works." He is mesmerized by the movements of Tarou's hands in the dimness of his barely-lit apartment, dumbstruck by the process of getting to start new and do it a different way this time. "I will...we can go out for oden sometime."

[thatringboy]

Didn't you once make a genshin pokemon au? How's that going?

If I had any ounce of artistic ability, I'd be sketching the hell out of this au

For now it's just a list of every genshin character and the pokemon I think they would train based on their design and personality. Some are the same elemental type as the character's Vision while others are based on designs and backstories

And note that these are all personal partner choices!!

had to put everything under the cut because it really is every genshin character

Traveler: Swoobat, Solrock (Aether)/Lunatone (Lumine), Alolan Raichu, Celebi (borrowed!), Dewott

side note, the traveler switches partner when they would switch elements in the game. at times when the traveler can use multiple elements is when they use multiple partners, if that makes sense

Bold means Gym Leader

Italicized means Archon

Khaenri’ah - Psychic Gym? Ghost Gym? What are they??? 

Abyss!Sibling: Giratina

Dainsleif: Unown D

Susbedo: Zoroark

Mondstat - Flying Gym 

Amber: Scorbunny

Kaeya: Vanillish

Lisa: Yamper

Barbara: Alomomola

Diluc: Blaziken

Albedo: Baltoy

Jean: Jumpluff

Fischl: Corviknight

Bennett: Houndour

Noelle: Regirock

Razor: Manectric

Diona: Alolan Sandshrew

Eula: Absol

Mona: Psyduck

Venti: Rayquaza

Klee: Cyndaquil

Sucrose: Drifblim

Rosaria: Weavile

Mika: Delibird

Liyue - Rock Gym 

Qiqi: Froslass

Zhongli: Stonjourner

Ningguang: Diancie

Keqing: Dedenne

Ganyu: Aurorus

Xiao: Golbat

Xinyan: Turtonator

Yunjin: Minior

Xiangling: Darumaka

Xingqiu: Milotic

Chongyun: Clastform

Shenhe: Alolan Ninetales

Hu Tao: Lampent

Baizhu: Serperior

Beidou: Eelektross

Yanfei: Rapidash

Yao Yao: Chikorita

Yelan: Greninja

Inazuma - Electric Gym 

Kazuha: Togekiss

Ei/Raiden Shogun: Ampharos

Ayaka: Frosmoth

Ayato: Empoleon

Itto: Kabuto

Thoma: Delphox

Sara: Toxtricity

Yae: Morpeko

Gorou: Rockruff

Kokomi: Jellicent

Sayu: Rowlet

Yoimiya: Shiny Blacephalon

Heizou: Xatu

Shinobu: Emolga

Kirara: Meowscarada

Snezhnaya - Ice Gym 

Childe: Lapras

Signora: Galarian Darmanitan

Scaramouche: Pincurchin   Who?

Dottore: Rotom

Tsaritsa: Articuno

Arlecchino: Salazzle 

Sumeru - Grass Gym 

Cyno: Luxray

Collei: Salandit Sprigatito

Tighnari: Leavanny

Nahida: Celebi

Alhaitham: Tsareena

Kaveh: Breloom

Deyha: Incineroar

Nilou: Primarina

Candace: Quagsire

Dori: Polteageist

Faruzan: Areodactyl

Wanderer: Rufflet

Layla: Slowbro

Fontaine - Water Gym 

Furina: Quaquaval

Neuvillette: Inteleon

Lyney: Litten

Lynette: Shaymin (Sky Forme)

Freminet: Snom

Wriothesley: Mr. Rime

Charlotte: Eiscue

Clorinde: Magnemite

Navia: Tinkaton

Sigewinne: Happiny

Egeria: Golduck

Natlan - Fire Gym 

Murata: Entei

Iansan: Cubone

Okay so lore time:

Visions = Pokéballs

Archons and other ancient beings, depending on their stories - some of them (at least Venti and Zhongli) - were “Divine” Pokémon that took on human forms once their species died out and now can train Pokémon like regular people 

Unlike other regions where Pokéballs are all over the place, Teyvat only has “Vision Balls” which are gifted to people by the Divine Seven. It’s tricky to explain, but trainers whose Pokémon use Vision Balls can power-up their partners further than just their Pokemon traveling around by their sides 

But because training Pokémon like this was invented by the Divine Seven in this region, the Raiden Shogun is seizing all Pokéballs from her area of jurisdiction so that no trainer may become as powerful as she, the Divine Gym Leader

Of course, other people can have Pokémon without Vision Balls, but those who have been gifted Pokéballs are said to be the most powerful trainers in the region

And then there’s the Traveler who can use the effects of a Vision Ball, but without one

Delusions could be like artificial Vision Balls that boost Pokémons’ abilities a fuck ton, but at the expense of their energy and potentially life force

Vision Balls boost the bond between trainer and Pokémon, Delusions exploit this

I’ve planned that the Abyss Order is corrupting Pokémon across the region using psychic type moves for their own purposes

Teyvat as a region is a giant melting pot of different Pokémon

The Fatui want to bring glory to the Ice Gym, the Abyss Order wants to restore their lost power

And Dainsleif was cursed when the Divine Seven had Khaenri’ah destroyed, just like Genshin lore

What do y'all think?

[fox-bright]

Right after Easter, twenty years ago this month, my mentor sent me a one-way ticket to Pittsburgh, PA, and saved my life.

I'd been more or less disowned a year and a half before--my mother threw me out on the ninth of September, 2001--and I was drowning in sand. I am not a creature of the desert, even if I was raised there, and my hometown was not a loving place for almost anyone to be. And while multiple friends and coworkers had by that point felt it necessary to stop me when I was idly talking about my week and say you know, you don't have to accept this treatment. You know, I believe she loves you, or thinks she does, but that's not GOOD ENOUGH when she treats you like she does, I hadn't yet really come to accept that my mother is who she is. I was miserable, and lonely, and not even allowed to visit  my siblings unless Mom was there, because "I don't know what you'd talk to them about, and I don't think you're righteous."

(I might, it's true, have talked to them about how I was queer. I was more likely to have talked to them about Final Fantasy or something, but I guess we'll never know.)

Mom threw me out when I was nearly nineteen. At twenty, Diane sent me a plane ticket. Her voice down the phone--I'd never heard it before, in the years that I'd been part of the young writer's forum she moderated, the internet back then was mostly text--was warm and gentle and peaceable. I found a room for you, she said. I have friends who can help you get a job. She sent me a Greyhound ticket to Phoenix (along with thirteen dollars in cash, because you could pay extra and give the recipient up to half the value of the ticket) and a plane ticket from Sky Harbor to PIT. I was scared and unsure, but I was so, so tired of being hungry. So tired of not knowing for sure where I was going to sleep next week. And sick at heart from my mother's behavior ("Did you sleep with him?" she asked me, about my fiance; when I quietly but unashamedly said I had, she pulled me forty feet by my braid, her acrylic fingernails digging bleeding grooves into my scalp that ached for months, scars I probably still have). I'd been so comprehensively heartbroken already that I didn't know how I'd survive it, and the trick to surviving suicidality is, do anything else. Even if it means you leave your whole life behind.

And I knew I'd miss my siblings, but fuck, I missed them already, so what the hell.

I got on the bus. I got on the plane. I touched down in the aftermath of a late snowstorm, and I didn't have a coat, and the air felt sharp and tasted like clouds. And Diane was there, smiling, and she started talking and didn't stop until she'd deposited me in my new home.

And then, having gotten me to Pittsburgh, she gave me everything. Took me to this meetup and that interesting park, introduced me to everyone she knew, constantly finagled and jostled and gently prodded me through anxiety and discomfort and into growth and learning and maturity. She took me to doctors and the dentist, which my mother had neglected or denied me when I begged (I was twenty the first time I ever went to a dentist; that's four or five solid years after I started telling my mother that I really needed to see one). She took me shopping for work clothes, and made suggestions about styling and my hair that would help child-sized, baby-faced me look a little more formidable. She didn't, ever, overstep; she always seemed magically to know when it was time to let go and watch me baby-stumble for a while until my feet were steady under me. I was such a very young twenty, half-feral, poorly-socialized and just about absolutely ignorant of how people should behave, and she never once made me feel ashamed of myself.

I've been thinking about this a lot this week. Twenty years. Half my life, just about precisely. All the things I've gotten to do since then--travel; take up a martial art and train and train until I competed on the national level; become an artist's model in paintings all over the world; perform lion dance for a ballet with the love of my life literally supporting me, throwing me into the air; learn to garden and to preserve my own food and to quilt and crochet and put up drywall and take down ancient varnish and unfreeze a pipe and make sourdough bread from starter and so, so many other things--I've gotten to do because of her. Because if she hadn't gotten me out of Cottonwood, within six months I would have been dead.

I love my life. I've had a lot of grief, in twenty years; lost a baby, lost friends to illness or just bad luck, lived with a boyfriend who was the very definition of psychotic and who burned my life down around my ears, chose other partners who weren't what I deserved, until I learned to require the right things. But I worked in my garden today under an unseasonably hot sun, moving wood-chip mulch with a wagon--

--okay, so the garden, right, and the mulch. I wanted this house because of its garden; I spend a lot of time in it, through much of the year. I grow a lot of food and a lot of flowers, and the air is full of birds all day and fireflies all night. Last year the next-door-neighbor on our left had tree people in to take down a couple of trees, and I looked at the deep dumptruckful of fresh tree chips and I wanted it. I knew that a lot of the time tree services have to pay to dump their wood chips somewhere else, and that they find it tedious. And I thought, Diane would just walk on over there, and say hi-ii  the way that she does, and ask for it. Diane would just smile, and--

I raised my chin, and I walked over, and I gave my winningest smile, and I said Hi-ii, I'm Gen, I live right there in the house with the blue roof, and I was wondering, do you guys want a place to dump all that? and fifteen minutes later I had a couple of tons of premium hardwood chip mulch behind my house. I've been transporting it to various places in the garden since, scoop by scoop with a shovel and my little black wagon, and have thickly covered a couple of hundred feet worth of beds so far. I put twenty wagon-loads up front of the house today, making twenty or thirty feet of new garden bed for native pollinator plants to go into in three weeks, and the whole time I was literally singing with how good my life is, how lucky I am, to have my husband, to have my home, to have a place that has kept me safe, to have learned so many things, to live somewhere that I get to experiment and watch things grow and produce baskets and baskets of food from a handful of seeds. Because of work and lessons and effort and continuing to put one foot ahead of the other, yes, I've worked hard to get here. But ultimately--because of Diane.

I don't really know what good parents are like. Dad is a word that means "hurts you and hurts you and hurts you and then disappears," and Mom is a word that means "will eat your heart from the inside and complain the whole time about the taste." But because of Diane...because of her, I do understand, a little.

[ask-serendipity-sky]

I could be wrong but I don't think this whole "sexy, making out, grinding dancing" on an MV is Jungkook's thing. Even if Sohee ends up being indeed casted in his MV, I still don't think he'd go crazy like that. I know kpop is becoming a little bolder, a little unapologetic, but still, I don't think Jungkook is that way at all, like, it just doesn't sound like him.

Maybe she could be casted to tell a story? A love story with another actor, a mini action skit (that would be cool, imagine them being agents and shooting shit?) Like many western artists do with their mvs. Or just something very tame with Jungkook.

But, at the end of the day its all just rumors. People claim their staff were seen together but they weren't at all. Their staff coincidentally posted a photo of palm trees and in-n-out burger. Can it mean something? Yeah, it can, because one picture was two guys standing in front of an airstream with palm trees behind, and the other picture from the other staff is a picture of the sky and the palm tree, but in the corner there's a round, white "building" that's sort of rounded and technically could be the same airstream. But it's also LA. It's full of palm trees and I'd also take pictures of them if I was there. I heard that in-n-out is quite popular, too?

Now, about the dating rumors, I think that's a reach. I saw on twitter this person saying that it's not the first time Sohee and Jungkook went to LA at the same time, and that the last time Jungkook went to LA, she also did. But I never heard anything about it.

Yes, they came back to Korea on the same day. Not the same hour, though.

Hello anon,

Yeah, there are so many possibilities!

And it's one thing to speculate about her involvement, if any, in Jk's project but to go as far as to say they are dating? That's another level that also doesn't have actual facts to back it up.

You all...but there are tons of in and outs and palm trees and white buildings in California lol like every corner.

I don't listen to people on twitter. That place is toxic to me.

Thanks for sharing.

[daniel-profeta]

The Big Day

It was foretold that I would eventually play my original music in front of people. That I would make a difference and manage to help as many other artists along the way as possible. That one day I could make a living doing something I loved to do, and that together we would ascend to the skies and commit arson to spite those who bought their way into heaven.

Now in the early morning darkness I ponder how we got here. From 14 to 19, 5 years. Over 2000 youtube uploads. Hundreds of hours writing, preforming, practising, learning learning learning... 3 albums of original music. Lots of waiting and planning.

Now here I am at what appears to be the beginning of the next chapter, and I cannot thank you enough.

For anyone who is coming (and also for posterity since I don't know how much of this I'll be able to record) the setlist is as follows:

Alex G - Soaker Were You Dropped on the Head Paper Skies Alex G - Nintendo 64 Dogs The Book was Better The Front Bottoms - Twin Sized Mattress

It'll be about 27 minutes long. Every other band playing is amazing. And my heart is full. I'm incredibly hopeful, which was not really the case only half a year ago. So again, thank you.

There is a little demon that sits on my shoulder and wakes me up each night with crazy ideas. It was fortold that I could do the things I tried to do if I went after them against all odds. Despite the many people who told me it was not possible... In fact, maybe to spite those people I have pushed onwards all this time. And we're only just getting started.

But I can't tell you how incredible it is to be able to put time and immense effort into something and then see it pay off. I've spent a lot of time working towards something that always seemed entirely out of range or reach, like building a tower to the sky. Nimrod can suck it:)

LOOK AT THESE!! I cannot believe it. We have CDs of the shitty albums I made. I'm going to lose my mind.

I'm going to be trying something new at the show for the song The Book was Better. It'll either be really cool or incredibly lame, but no matter what it will be invaluable to learn from.

I'm a bit nervous as I'm just... Me. Every other act is a seasoned full band, and I'm incredibly excited to see them preform tonight. But I will do my best with naught but an acoustic guitar and a hope.

There is not much else left to say. Just wanted to get it down on digital paper, thanks for reading!! It was fortold that I could make "it". Whatever the strange "it" might be. I used to think if one person listen to my music and found something useful in it the way I found catharsis writing it, my life would be fulfilled. I think I was right.

But who is this prophet? Who is the one that fortold all this insane nonsense? It was I you fool. And my point in saying this is, stop waiting for a guide to lead you by the hand to a world you want. Become your own sacrifice. You can make "it". We all will make it. See you tonight (and if not, see you in the next video!!).

Also, tiny desk contest entry just got accepted:) (another thing I'd greatly encourage any and all artists who make music to submit to every year)

[lovesongbracket]

Reminder: Vote based on the song, not the artist or specific recording! The tracks referenced are the original artist, aside from a few rare cases where a cover is the most widely known.

Lyrics, videos, info, and notable covers under the cut. (Spotify playlist available in pinned post)

Your Song

Written By: Elton John & Bernie Taupin

Artist: Elton John

Released: 1970

The song was composed and performed by Elton John but the lyrics were written by Bernie Taupin. It originally appeared in his self titled and second album. Elton John hadn’t come out of the closet yet, but Bernie Taupin knew, which is part of the reason why the lyrics avoid using gendered pronouns. In a 2013 interview with Rolling Stone, Elton John said: “What can I say, it’s a perfect song. It gets better every time I sing it. I remember writing it at my parents' apartment in North London, and Bernie giving me the lyrics, sitting down at the piano and looking at it and going, ‘Oh, my God, this is such a great lyric, I can’t fuck this one up.’ It came out in about 20 minutes, and when I was done, I called him in and we both knew. I was 22, and he was 19, and it gave us so much confidence. ‘Empty Sky’ was lovely, but it was very naive. We went on to do more esoteric stuff like ‘Take Me to the Pilot,’ of course, but musically, this was a big step forward. And the older I get, the more I sing these lyrics, and the more they resonate with me.”

[Verse 1] It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside I'm not one of those who can easily hide I don't have much money, but boy if I did I'd buy a big house where we both could live [Verse 2] If I was a sculptor, heh, but then again, no Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do My gift is my song and this one's for you [Chorus] And you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simple but now that it's done I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind That I put down in words How wonderful life is while you're in the world [Verse 3] I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss Well, a few of the verses, well, they've got me quite cross But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song It's for people like you that keep it turned on [Verse 4] So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do You see, I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen [Chorus] And you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simple but now that it's done I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind That I put down in words How wonderful life is while you're in the world [Outro] I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind That I put down in words How wonderful life is while you're in the world

She Will Be Loved

Written By: Adam Levine & James Valentine

Artist: Maroon 5

Released: 2002

“She Will Be Loved” is the third single released from the band’s 2002 debut album, Songs About Jane. The song peaked at number five in the US (becoming their second top ten there), number four in the United Kingdom and number one in Australia (for five consecutive weeks). As of June 2014, the song has sold more than three million copies in the United States.

[Verse 1] Beauty queen of only eighteen She had some trouble with herself He was always there to help her She always belonged to someone else [Pre-Chorus] I drove for miles and miles And wound up at your door I've had you so many times But somehow, I want more [Chorus] I don't mind spending every day Out on your corner in the pouring rain Look for the girl with the broken smile Ask her if she wants to stay a while [Post-Chorus] And she will be loved And she will be loved [Verse 2] Tap on my window, knock on my door, I Want to make you feel beautiful I know I tend to get so insecure Doesn't matter anymore [Pre-Chorus] It's not always rainbows and butterflies It's compromise that moves us along, yeah My heart is full and my door's always open You come any time you want, yeah [Chorus] I don't mind spending every day Out on your corner in the pouring rain Look for the girl with the broken smile Ask her if she wants to stay a while [Post-Chorus] And she will be loved And she will be loved And she will be loved And she will be loved [Bridge] I know where you hide Alone in your car Know all of the things that make you who you are I know that goodbye means nothing at all Comes back and makes me catch her Every time she falls, yeah [Pre-Chorus] Tap on my window, knock on my door, I Want to make you feel beautiful [Chorus] I don't mind spending every day Out on your corner in the pouring rain, oh Look for the girl with the broken smile Ask her if she wants to stay a while [Post-Chorus] And she will be loved And she will be loved And she will be loved (Please don't try so hard to say goodbye) And she will be loved [Outro] Please don't try so hard to say goodbye (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh) Please don't try so hard to say goodbye (I don't mind spending every day, ooh) (Out on your corner in the pouring rain) Please don't try so hard to say goodbye

[petrichoraline]

it's september again which means everyone is going back to their thing and i am not and it makes me feel so awful and empty and useless

boyy don't i feel the same way haha

first, sorry you feel that way, it absolutely sucks, i'm sending you hugs <3 second, i think you (and i) could do something about it!

i read a post yesterday about the two types of satisfaction which are the momentary instant one and the one that takes long term commitment. you really will struggle feeling satisfied if you only ever seek instant gratification and pleasure, when you feel the second type of satisfaction is missing you'll try to fill in that hole with the first type and therefore feel even worse afterwards. i think it's very important to find something to work on. a project 💫you can look at it as an experiment - you are the scientist and your improvement is the goal! work on it, try what works and what doesn't and keep it going till you find you've got it!

it doesn't have to be getting a job or getting accepted into uni. it can be as simple as getting a hobby. or creating a routine to follow daily. it sounds a bit silly, how would for example taking a walk daily make me feel like i have more purpose? but trust me it helps. you have something to look forward to. something to commit to. a responsibility towards not only yourself but the habit itself to keep it up, to fulfill your duty of completing a task. it's one of those things the execution of which feels dreadful on certain days but pushing through makes you learn something about yourself - you can do it. "i can't possibly do it" guess what? you can!! you're absolutely capable!!!

take up a hobby - you can try learning a language, there are so many resources out there and it can be a whole lot of fun. you don't have to do it with the goal of becoming fluent in mind - just seeing the language reveal itself before you slowly can make you so happy, honestly.

get yourself a plant - i'd recommend something that dies hard like a cactus. even better - plant it yourself. keep a little record of its development. get it a cute pot or decorate one yourself. pick a name if you want to.

get out - i cannot stress this enough, go outsideee, it doesn't have to be far from your home, just somewhere with sky above you and ground below you. move around and ditch the internet for a while. music is good but sounds of nature or the city are underappreciated.

if you can, try anything artistic - scribbling on napkins is good, trying a new recipe is good, crochet, fingerpainting, singing, dancing, whatever gets those emotions OUT in a creative healthy way - do it.

feeling good about yourself comes from doing things and seeing results for the most part. just pick up a thing, however small and meaningless it may seem, and attempt nurturing it into a habit and something as natural as drinking water when thirsty. whatever it is, you will see rsults if you keep at it. and the time will pass anyway <3