#it’s such a melancholic and bittersweet cover…… i really do adore it :<

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ari im your biggest fan but.. volume 26 cover.. i cant support your opinion im SORRY

THE HOLLOW PURPLE FAN COVER DESERVES TO BE REAL 😭😭😭😭 we were ROBBED ari.. frojo is unescapable and the truth will catch up to you…

/ j all of this is a joke but personally im a hater 😞

🤨🤨🤨 well clearly you’re NOT my biggest fan bc if you were you would be supporting me on this Extremely important matter… a real shame bc if you just opened your eyes to the truth i would cradle you in my arms and feed you strawberries and we could have a slumber party and talk about our favorite blorbos but ig that’s not happening 😔😔 sigh. how sad. tragic.

….. jokes aside we can agree to disagree 🫂🫂 sorry but i’ll NEVER change my stance on it i truly think he looks gorgeous gojo has always had a bit of an amphibian vibe abt him and that’s one of his charm points. he’s the most beautiful man to have ever been created by human hands. if you don’t love him like this then maybe just maybe …… you don’t love him at all . 😞😞😞😞

[livehorses]

Frosted Feelings, Frozen Memories Chapter 2: Feelings Get Frosted

Arriving to the gates of Arendelle, Jack suggested Iduna to knock the door and leave the cart at sight so the arendellians could find the prince while they escaped before someone could see her. Somehow, even if she didn't heard his voice, the idea landed on her ears and she did as she was told.

She got off the cart and ran to the gates, knocked fastly and both she and Jack ran like two naughty children that go door to door knocking and running away just for fun.

The guard opened the peephole and asked who it was. Jack and Iduna where watching everything behind a tree, hoping with suffocating expectation that the prince was found and attended. No answer, the guard just saw the cart suspiciously placed on the road. He opened with the sword unsheathed and approached cautiously. Surrounding it noticed the young prince unconscious.

"It's our prince!" Yelled out the guard with the heart in the throat. "He's on his own and unconscious on a cart!"

The guards inside opened the gates and helped their partner to pull in the cart. After the gates were closed. Maybe that was enough obstacle to conclude the mission was fulfilled but Iduna wanted to see what was going to happen to her new friend.

She ran to the kingdom walls and climbed them while Jack tried to stop her by pulling her coat.

"Let's go Iduna, before you get caught!" He told her.

But Iduna freed herself up and reached the top. She got to see how the staff from the castle took the prince and with care brought him inside the castle.

"It is done. Now let's go!"

Jack was right. With a melancholic look, Iduna stayed sat over the wall. She didn't want to leave so soon. She wanted to stay with the prince and get to know more about this new world that was shown to her. Jack put a hand over her shoulder, understanding perfectly her feeling. After a while, Iduna jumped off and decided to return to the enchanted forest. Although the road took more time to be traveled without a cart, she was accompanied by Jack all the way back, and they finally reached the entrance.

The fog was still there and when both Iduna and Jack tried to cross it, the fog threw them away. Jack went to land over a tree and Iduna stumbled on the floor.

"What's wrong with you?" Jack complained to the air, responsible for that welcoming.

But then he perceived the anger in it. The spirits were offended and the boarder was already built. There was no trespassing possible. Many voices were heard behind the fog. It were the arendellians that remained locked up within the enchanted forest. Iduna recognized the voice of her parents calling her name, and crying, she stood up and ran to the fog wall and with both fists knocked over it, pleading that she could cross to meet her parents. But everything was in vain.

A while after Iduna understood that great damage had been done and that the spirits were angry, and only a great change in the events of the past would mend everything.

But now she didn't have anywhere to go to. She spent nights aside the fog wall and waited to see if this one opened. It didn't. A few days later she was heading to the only place possible where she could stay. Jack followed her all the way long even if he didn't know where they were going.

When they finally arrived at Arendelle, Jack went furious and tried to stop Iduna.

"Are you crazy? That's the worst place possible you could try to stay in! That's the enemy's land!"

But Iduna didn't listened to him, and covering her head with her shawl she knocked up the door.

"Who is it?" Asked the guard.

Suddenly Iduna realized she didn't know how to speak nor understand that language. When the guard peeked from the other side, she just could raise her sights and looked at him with a pleading face. It was just a little child, seeking for a place to stay the night.

The guards felt sorry for her and let her in. Her face was very cleverly covered and no one noticed her brown skin, no one suspected her to be part of the people that murdered the King. She was sent to a humble place and she offered herself to help with some chores. Jack stood with her to watch her back, and he even found a new home for himself to play naughty pranks to the people. And most importantly, to be with Iduna and to keep playing with her as the good old friends that they were.

But sooner or later happened; The new girl in the kingdom caught up the attention of the now young King who was conveniently around the town trying to sneak out from his royal lessons and responsibilities. He just saw Iduna and something with her seemed oddly... familiar. He could swear, he saw her on other place!

"Have we met before?" He said while approaching to her.

Iduna knew exactly who he was, and lowering her sight and covering more her face with the shawl she said:

"I no think that"

"Why do you cover your face?"

Iduna didn't answer and kept walking.

"Please, don't go away! I know I have seen your face before!"

"It's possible!" Inquired Iduna turning around to face him "You the king, your kingdom, your persons"

"No, I mean, I get the feeling I saw you on another place outside Arendelle!"

"No, you no"

"You aren't fluid with my language aren't you?"

Iduna realized she was busted and stepped back while blushing. Jack was witnessing the conversation jealously and preparing himself to attack if something would go wrong.

"I not. But I no know you, you no know I"

The king was confused. Maybe it had been just a dream?

However, he decided to invite Iduna to stay in the castle, and he would provide a better place for her to stay in the nights. She could keep doing chores if she wanted to, and he would try to teach her to talk his language. It was a fair offer.

With time, Iduna felt confident enough to be more of herself around the people of the castle, who turned out to be very understanding and kind. The king was very curious, but was gentle and he looked up for the good of his people. Of course his youth wasn't a good advantage and sometimes he took the worst of decisions. Sometimes the pressure of his work made him look for a quick escape. But Iduna's company turned out to be very relieving for him. They turned out to be good friends. Eventually Iduna passed to be the barn girl who took care of the horses to the first lady in court, and close company of the king. She was now a young well behaved lady who was known by everyone by being very literate, fair and sophisticated. Everyone adored her beauty and intelligence, but no one ever knew she used a lot of makeup to cover her dark skin. She hated it, she hated to hide, lie, deny who she really was, but it was that or else her true entity being discovered.

And Jack? Oh yes, Jack. Iduna spent most of her time with that "AgNArR" and forgot about him. That's how he saw it.

Of course, Iduna still loved him and remembered him when a cold wind blew over her chicks, like a tender kiss a brother would give you. But suddenly her entire world turned to be Agnarr and she felt very driven by this last one's company.

And suddenly a day happened exactly what Jack feared it would happen. One day, under the shadow of an apple tree, King Agnarr bend the knee and placed a ring with a diamond on Iduna's hand, and with that gesture he was keeping Iduna away from the lonely young Jack.

Iduna was nodding shy and excited at a time, and assuring that way that the inevitable time had come: Iduna was no longer a child, and just right now Jack got to realize that harsh reality. And like another adult, she would forget about Jack, and Jack would never be seen by her eyes. She was no longer his sweet Iduna, he was alone again.

To be continued...

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So, it's practically 3 am but I remembered this little fic exists and well, since I'm on vacations and I'm a person who hates leaving things unconcluded, I leave you the next part. This one's a bit... bittersweet but I leave it to you for tasting. Enjoy. 😉 Also, @giantgirl253 I guess you're still interested. :3

[cupsofsuga]

HEART TO HEART  ━ YANDERE BTS REACTION*:･。.

{⚠️} WARNING - This is a yandere au, meaning the following may be triggering to some viewers.  I am not trying to discriminate the boys in any way, this is for entertainment purposes. Viewer discretion is advised!!!

{💐} ANON ASKED - “How would the Yandere boys react to Y/N be accepting to their Yandere self. Like she wouldn’t be mad at them and just be okay with it.”

KIM SEOKJIN

━━━ You imagine yourself as a ballet dancer, twirling for thousands to watch in awe. You imagine yourself at a ball, waiting for your prince/princess to swoop in and turn the night into a starlit memory. On this late September evening, you dance under dead stars, resembling a cherubic swan with a curse running through its veins. Bare feet against cold grass was blissful dancing under the spotlight of the moon, adding on to the purity of this evening. There’s glitter on your eyelids and a locket draped over your neck, cursive poetry that runs along your skin and cherry wine that stains your lips. And just for this night, Jin can feel gardens bloom within his chest. You are in every means an angel.

“This ring is stunning! I couldn’t imagine a better promise”. Laughter tumbles from your lips and if Jin could record the sound and keep the tape nestled in his heart, he would. This epiphany overjoyed him for what feels like the first time in existence. You continue dancing to whatever song played in the stereo inside your head as Jin watches and marvels for. For so, so long, his heart was only fragments of dust buried deep in his chest, but now that the moon can shine on the embers of your love, Jin can feel every ounce of pain dissolve into the dirt underneath him, only to rot 6 feet under, just like it deserves. From now until he dies, he can be purified by your illuminated presence.

“Y/N, please promise me you’ll never take this ring off until we replace them with wedding rings… Promise me, love. Please…”

MIN YOONGI

━━━ Tossed and turned within sheets, you ponder over yesterday’s events as the September sun rises. The faint scatterings of tears are still stained on your shoulder and the scent of apple orchards still sticks to your form. You are alone currently, no Yoongi to awake you wearing that adoring smile, but, then again, the loneliness of the bedroom is tranquil. Why must isolation feel so euphoric? That must stay as a question for another day as you crawl out of bed, beginning your search for your lover.

The echo of the clattering of pots and pans fill your ears as you enter the kitchen through the archway. You find Yoongi, surrounded by multiple batches of sweets wearing oven mitts stitched with flowers. He hears your footsteps, looking up to you with the deep-rooted, intimate smile which you’ve grown quite used to. It was reserved for your eyes only, after all. You’ve turned the boy soft, which he learned to embrace in the early stages of his infatuation. You see, as much as Yoongi hardened his heart so much it reminisces a brick, you enter his tunnel of vision turning all of his progress to sweet strawberry jam. You turn the bitterness of dusk into the luminescence of dawn, all with a simple smile you give him. You have now turned days holy for Yoongi.

“My Y/N! You’re awake! I made you all sorts of treats! Cherry pies to brownies, whatever you’d like, my love! I wanted to say thank you for accepting me for who I am... I love you... B-But, if you’d like, I-I can scrap everything and start new! R-Really, I can start baking whatever you want, Aether/Aphrodite…”

JUNG HOSEOK

━━━ The room seems to curl in on itself to where you can only inhale the bitterness of broken sobs and tears. It’s quiet, so, so quiet your brain can barely even fathom the horrid meaning behind the silence. You let Hoseok cling onto your form, letting him cry and beg, letting him simply embrace the unholy feelings within his chest. Tears echo liquid sunsets as they fall down his face. So melancholically beautiful, you think to yourself. He pours out his insecurities and sorrows like whiskey into a glass as you’re there to sit and listen, watch as the boy crumbles right before you. You give him unconditional support and reassurance which clears the smoky air into rays of sunbeams.

Checking in on Hoseok the next day, you find the inquisitively cheerful boy setting up to what appears to be a fort. Fairy lights and fluffy blankets (which are his favorite) coat the living room, the silent chitter-chatter of Cartoon Network characters echoing from within the fort. You watch him as he lives in his own moment for a minute before declaring your presence, cooing at the way Hoseok squeaks and jumps, right before smiling with the light of a million suns and racing to embrace your form. He keeps you at arm's length after the long lasting hug, taking the sweet moment to admire the human before him in all of their glory. Hoseok looks into your eyes like you had gifted him the stars and he has eternity to go stargazing. Hoseok looks at you like you're a human incarnation of heaven itself, and nothing feels purer than seeing the love of his life right before his very eyes

“I-I wasn’t quite finished, but, d-d-do you like it? I spent all night on it! I went to the store and picked out some snacks and… h-horror films, because I know you like those. Yes, they scare me, but I-I’ll be alright! As long as you’re right beside me… Oh! I also found some whiskey in the basement! Not sure if it’s any good, but, I can always go get some more! Anything for you, my light…”

KIM NAMJOON

━━━ Lying in the window seat, enfolded by blankets and Donna Tartt in your hands, you let your mind walk away from the words of The Goldfinch and to wander over the events from earlier that morning. The words of self-doubt were poisoned and the embrace shared afterward was bittersweet. Namjoon's eyes were tainted with fear and his hands begged for your touch. Skin to skin, heart to heart, you hear words turn to cries in a matter of minutes. You let the vulnerable man shake in your arms and hours later, you’re now alone.

Movement from the archway sparks your attention, finding your lover there with a questionable glimmer of ecstasy within his eyes. Namjoon’s cheeks are still rosy and stained with tears from moments before, but his eyes read otherwise. He’s wearing a smile of sheer infatuation as he steps closer, sitting close enough for your hands to touch. Now, you have a clear vision of his eyes. They’re submerged in sunlight, stained with sunbeams as they stare at you. Two sheets of paper are in his hands, right before he whispers with the delicacy of a fawn, “we’re going to Paris”. Your heart picks up speed, reading the tickets word-for-word to receive some sort of confirmation this wasn’t some sort of sick joke. You cheer with excitement, throwing the man into your arms as you squeal. You thank him over and over again, watching as Namjoon marvels over your happiness. God, does he love you…

“I-I wanted to say thank you… For everything, you’ve done for me. I cannot find words to thank you enough, Y/N, so… Take this… What better place would there be for us to visit other than the city of love? Only for you, my angel..."

PARK JIMIN

━━━ Insecurities tumble from Jimin’s mouth as he sits in dusk. The man was worried if he was the sun chasing the moon, waves chasing the tide only to be pulled back, but you reassured him in that sugary sweet voice that sounds like grass rustling under the sun that those were only ugly thoughts, that they are only false. And the way you speak sounds like lullabies as you shush him and tell him you love him. His eyes have dried and his heart is no longer heavy. Dusk turns to dawn and the rainstorms have cleared. Jimin is finally the calm ocean he prayed to be. Jimin is finally himself with no judgment.

Dawn awakens, you are embraced by expensive sheets. The sunbeams kiss your skin as you’re left to wonder, where is Jimin? Every single morning he is cuddled right by your side, desperate for another inch of your skin on his. Waking up alone was more than peculiar, hence why you’ve walked out of the bedroom when you normally sleep in for much, much longer. You find the petite man in the kitchen, seemingly deep in thought as he crowds a plethora of shopping bags, all with Gucci and Chanel logos plastered on their front. You speak his name, watching him nearly snap his neck once he hears your voice. Before another second passes, you’re engulfed into an embrace, one that doesn’t need words to say “I love you more than you’ll ever know."

“Oh, Y/N… God, I love you so much… You’re so lovely and warm and completely and utterly perfect!!! My heart can’t function with you around! I love you so, so, so, so much!! Please never stop loving me…”

KIM TAEHYUNG

━━━ With perfect harmony, perfection, and precision, Taehyung has nearly covered the once white canvas with an assortment of colors. Your cherubic face is drowned with shades of black, blue and red which all blend in one harmonious manner. The illusions and manipulations of specific colors bring out the luminescence of your eyes and the delicacy of your skin. He steps back to admire his work of art and sighs, hopefully, this will be enough to express his utter infatuation and make you accept his confession. You’ve written a letter back to him, expressing your admiration for his devotion and artwork, so you must accept him now, right?

You wait on the bench next to the Art Gallery, shown in the polaroid inside the envelope you received, waiting for his arrival. Your mind seems to reel back to previous events, fingertips tracing over the tears fallen on the written letter in your hands and the vibrant red ink which emphasizes the emotion taken place in Taehyung’s constant state of pain without you at his side. You don’t know the face of the man, only the emotions. You hear the quiet pace of footsteps and feel your heart quicken. The man who held an undying infatuation with you stands just behind you. Eventually, you turn, letting his features drown in your eyes. And, God, you’ve never seen a man that happy.

“Hello, my love... I-I had a plan for what I was going to say to you, but, it seems as if words have failed me as of now. Because of that matter, I decided to give you something. A-And I know this must be new to you and all well frightening, but I can assure you, my intentions are only pure… I love you with my whole heart, darling… Now, please join me...”

JEON JUNGKOOK

━━━ In the parking lot of the school, the kids' chatter has simmered down and the bells have quit ringing. Class was in session, but you and Jungkook have chosen to spend the hour on the hood of your car. September winds and the last few sunbeams of Summer embrace the boy as tears fall down his cheeks. Jungkook cries and alas you can see the bruises and cracks that stain his soul. He expresses his anger, guilt, confusion, self-blame and lies them on a silver platter for you to digest, which you respond with unconditional support all whilst Jungkook is left to wonder in an infatuating harmony. God, where have you been all this time?

The scent of baked goods and lavender fill your nose, calming you from your high heart rate. Walking into Jungkook’s house in the suburbs after seeing what secrets lie under the floorboards was frightening, but, you quickly shake yourself out of the state of fearful unconsciousness and remind yourself that your friend is vulnerable and needs you at this moment. With shaky hands and hushed sniffles, Jungkook leads you up the staircase and through his bedroom door, which was coated with rusted paint. His bedroom is like no other teenage boys. Piles of laundry scattered here and there, messy bedsheets, and what’s this? In the corner lies a few scented candles surrounded by what appears to be your face. Your picture is accompanied by a plethora of items you can’t find the meaning for. Pencils, rings, gum wrappers. What was the meaning behind this?

“I-I know this might be a lot to take in, but, these are all lost items of yours! There’s a bobby pin here, chewed pencil there and, my personal favorite, a flannel of yours that you left here…! I wish I could’ve shown you this sooner, but, I just love you so much and I-I-I get so nervous and-… I just love you, Y/N… So, so much…”

[marchofthekillerqueens]

Queen Albums Review: The Miracle (1989)

Title: A pretty cool title, but again, I’ve not much to say on it really. 7/10

Album Cover: Okay, so I appreciate the creativity and effort that went into making this cover, but it just looks strange to me. I think its the chins.. 6/10

Party: Party has a really nice beat, and I love it when Freddie sings Go get em’ boy before Brians mini guitar solo. However this song feels somewhat unfinished to me, like it’s missing something. 5/10

Khashoggi’s Ship: I really like the abrupt change from Party to this song in almost the same beat, the songs have a similar feel, and again its missing something for me - though I do favour this track over the previous. 6/10

The Miracle: Theres a bittersweet feeling that comes with this song as we see increasingly (particularly with Innuendo) lots of Queens songs begin to feel slightly melancholic given the state of Freddie’s health - and in the case of this song he is literally singing for a miracle. With that said, the song itself is incredibly complex and has an awful lot of sections to it which keeps the song interesting, the final section has to be my favourite. 9/10

I Want It All: Brian sure can write a great rock song when he wants to. I love that this song was inspired by Anita. Its such  a powerful, motivating song. Freddie sings it with a certain grit that fits the lyrics perfectly. Its just a great song. 9/10

The Invisible Man:  I think i’m going through a bit of a phase at the moment because I can’t get enough of this song! I really love that all of their names feature within the song and can’t not sing them all! This song is such a fun song, and I adore the original version too! 9/10

Breakthru: Another, lighter song thats just a lot of fun to listen to! I also like that this is one of the only videos that they seemingly didn't despise making. 7.5/10

Rain Must Fall: I really like the sound of the percussion in this one, it sounds very different to what we’re used to from Queen, and whilst the song isn’t one that grabs me particularly, it is an interesting track. 6/10

Scandal: I think this is a pretty good one. I really like that Brian is addressing the media (particularly British) directly, as the media treatment of Freddie became such an issue as his health deteriorated. The song itself is pretty good too! I really like the sound of the synthesisers used in the track and I think its cools that both the guitar and vocal tracks were all in one take. I think that speaks to the simplicity of the song! 7/10

My Baby Does Me: This song lyrically feels like it was thrown together in five minutes. The bass line is pretty good but honestly how this song made it onto the album and Hijack My Heart didn’t we’ll never know. 4/10

Was It All Worth It: After a slow start, once it gets going it’s a bloody good song. It’s another strong rock song, and I think its pretty underrated. 8/10

Additionally, i’d just like to again voice my displeasure that hijack my heart didn't make it into this album especially seeing as not every song on this album is a banger. That song slaps and is up there amongst my favourite songs where Roger sings the lead.  That is all. 

Overall Average: 6.9  Songs Only: 7

[aquilaofarkham]

fare thee well

There’s a new kind of happiness in Ratonhnhaké:ton’s life, one he never really experienced to its fullest as a younger man. It’s quiet and subtle, non-threatening. Admittedly a bit unfitting for such a prolific former assassin, but Ratonhnhaké:ton has more than earned this newfound happiness.

Still, he believes it’s unfair. How did he end up living the longest?

After living through an entire century, the legendary mentor Ratonhnhaké:ton begins to feel the effects of his old age before receiving an unexpected visitor. 

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The days are getting longer.

Just one of many small, mundane things Ratonhnhaké:ton has taken notice of, sitting in his bed with a book in his hands while the morning sun shines into his room. It surprises him; normally people at his age forget everything and watch in passivity as the world moves forward without them. Yet his memory is sharp… perhaps a bit too sharp. A century filled with memories – good, bad, and very ugly – can overwhelm a man. No matter how much he’s endured. Some days Ratonhnhaké:ton wishes he could forget. Other days, he’s grateful to remember. 

At least he’s comfortable and above all, content. Another aspect of elderly age that shocks him. He won’t deny that his body is the weakest it’s ever been, he’s far more easily prone to exhaustion, and spends most days bedridden. But Ratonhnhaké:ton still smiles. Small ones, but others have told him how often they see him smile. More frequently than ever.

There’s a new kind of happiness in Ratonhnhaké:ton’s life, one he never really experienced to its fullest as a younger man. He feels it when his children and grandchildren spend an entire day with him, when new hopeful Homesteaders introduce themselves, and when he sees recruits from all walks of life strolling about the manor grounds. It’s quiet and subtle, non-threatening. Admittedly a bit unfitting for such a prolific former assassin, but Ratonhnhaké:ton has more than earned this newfound happiness.

Still, he believes it’s unfair. How did he end up living the longest? Laying back against the pillow, mindlessly staring out his bedroom window, Ratonhnhaké:ton feels his heart ache for those who left before him. Aveline, Eseosa, the love of his life, and so many others.

Bittersweet luck; that’s all it is.

“Raké:ni?” Ratonhnhaké:ton is brought out of his dazed state by the sound of his daughter’s voice. Io:nhióte stands in the doorway, wearing something far more casual than her master assassin robes, but still keeps her hidden blades on at all times. She’s always been Ratonhnhaké:ton’s greatest apprentice. “How are you feeling today?”

“I’m alright. Only tired.”

“Did you sleep well?” She asks, stepping into the room.

“I did, thank you.”

While Io:nhióte and her children live further inland away from the Homestead, she’s always been around to keep the brotherhood intact. Above all else, she needs to make sure it’s still standing strong. Io:nhióte hasn’t forgotten how the War of 1812 nearly destroyed everything not just for the assassins, but for her own family as well. Ratonhnhaké:ton hasn’t forgotten either.

She’s also taken it upon herself to care for a certain aging assassin. Her siblings have followed their ambitions up north, to the south, and even overseas. Io:nhióte has always preferred to stay close to home, despite enjoying that one impulsive excursion to Egypt. At age twenty, she was eager to learn more about the profession she was born into along with her own special abilities. Now into her forties, she’s content right where she is, never too far from her family.

“Kahente was asking about you again.”

“Was she?”

Io:nhióte nods. “She won’t stop talking about you. ‘How is Rakhsó’tha? When can we visit him again? Can we make something to help him feel better?’”

“Is she still so worried for me?”

“She adores you more than anything. Can you blame her?” Io:nhióte tries to keep her tone light, even though she shares her youngest daughter’s concerns. She’s been aware of how Ratonhnhaké:ton’s age has been affecting his physical well-being. Aware, but not overly worried. That is until one incident that occurred earlier in the month. Something Io:nhióte cannot let go of, and doesn’t want to.

It began as an average day spent with the girls’ Rakhsó’tha, nothing out of the ordinary. They were in the manor kitchen, baking their favourite fruit pastries. The tables were stained with juices from blueberries, strawberries, and blackberries while the floor was covered in flour. Ratonhnhaké:ton barely noticed the mess. He was far more focused on his granddaughters. Their smiles and laughter, whether big and loud or small and quiet, have sparked so much joy into his later years.

They never finished their pastries. Ratonhnhaké:ton felt fine, a little worn out and delayed in his movements and speech, nothing serious. Then his vision went out of focus while a growing dizziness, something he was becoming more and more familiar with each day, reared its ugly head. Ratonhnhaké:ton held onto the table edge as his knees shook with every ragged breath.

“What’s wrong, Rakhsó’tha?” Kahente asked in a meek voice, shyly tugging on his sleeve. Ratonhnhaké:ton tried to force a smile just for her and her sisters, who had to stop in the middle of their baking as well.

“Nothing, little one. Nothing. I… do…” He wanted to say, “I am fine”. Followed with, “do not worry for me”. Before he could, his legs, arms, and mind suddenly lost all strength. When he opened his eyes, Ratonhnhaké:ton found himself in bed surrounded by the anxious and upset faces of his family plus a few close Homesteaders. Pain ran all along the left side of his body, the worst being on his hip, arm, and head. He knew what had just happened to him.

“I…” He stammered, still regaining consciousness. “I am sorry… for causing this distress,” was all Ratonhnhaké:ton could say. Io:nhióte was the first to exclaim how there was no need to apologize and for him, there never will be but Ratonhnhaké:ton felt far too drained to respond. All he wanted was to rest but when he looked into the tearful, confused eyes of his granddaughters, he couldn’t help but place the blame back onto himself.

Io:nhióte still regrets her outburst, despite it being out of love and concern. In the short weeks following that incident, she’s told herself to remain strong, composed. She and her father have both faced worse in the past. But when Kahente came to her, asking if Rakhsó’tha was going to leave them, Io:nhióte could no longer hold back. She embraced her daughter and let her own tears flow. Their strength would return soon enough.

“Io:nhióte?” Ratonhnhaké:ton asks while she’s in the middle of fixing his bedsheets. Io:nhióte stops and turns to her father with a soft, inquisitive expression.

“What is it, Raké:ni? What do you need?”

Long, thoughtful silence passes between the two of them before Ratonhnhaké:ton speaks again. “I would like to be outside. Can you help me?”

“Of course I can.” Io:nhiòte replies. This is good, she tells herself. Fresh air will do wonders for him. “Where would you like to go?”

“The cliff behind the manor overlooking the cove.”

His answer doesn’t surprise Io:nhiòte. That particular area has become Ratonhnhaké:ton’s favourite place to go whenever he needs some peace. Where he can be with his own thoughts, his own memories, for as long as he pleases while a soft breeze blows all around him. Io:nhiòte thinks there’s something else, something deeper that still draws her father to that cliff. Yet every time she questions him, Ratonhnhaké:ton always gives her two things: a sad smile and vague response that answers nothing.

Ratonhnhaké:ton gets out of bed slowly, carefully, but all on his own, using only his cane as a means of support. However, he still needs Io:nhiòte. She offers him her arm and after taking it, they walk down the stairs side by side. Io:nhiòte remains more than patient as they make it outside, greeting the day. The manor grounds are quiet as is the ever peaceful cliff that Ratonhnhaké:ton holds dear. He shows Io:nhiòte where he would like to be taken to and in turn she guides him towards a large boulder jutting out of the earth, perfectly placed in front of the vast seascape.

“Is there anything else you need, Raké:ni?” She asks after helping him sit down. Ratonhnhaké:ton takes a moment to catch his breath, mulling over her question.

“Nothing else,” he answers with a genuine smile. “Niawenhkó:wa. I… I need to spend some time with myself. Is that alright?”

Io:nhiòte pauses as she stands up straight. She’s hesitant and rightly so. There’s the insidious thought of what might happen if he’s left alone. But Io:nhiòte can’t say no to such a simple yet needful request. Even if it makes her heart hurt and her stomach twist with anxiety.

“Okay,” she says with a hint of reluctance. She tries to alleviate any melancholic tension by kissing the top of Ratonhnhaké:ton’s head. “I will be back before noon.”

“Io:nhiòte… Konnorónhkhwa.”

“Konnorónhkhwa ó:ni, Raké:ni.”

Ratonhnhaké:ton watches as she heads back towards the manor until he loses sight of her. He closes his eyes, both hands on his cane, and breaths in deeply. It’s gotten harder; sometimes his exhales will come out as quiet, weak gasps. But he tries to overcome it. Like every obstacle in his long life, he tries. Yet even the smallest effort becomes a hurdle unto itself and Ratonhnhaké:ton is so tired. Always so tired...

With every blink, his eyes grow heavier and heavier. Before he can close them, he feels a certain presence coming closer. Has Io:nhiòte returned already? He looks around, lost and a little confused, until his visitor reveals themselves to him.

Understandably, Ratonhnhaké:ton believes he’s fallen asleep and is dreaming. Or that he’s been sitting out in the sunlight for too long and this handsome man with dark eyes and brown skin wearing ancient robes and armor is some sort of hallucination. He’s not troubled by the vision; instead he feels oddly comforted. Like reuniting with an old friend after too many years of separation.

“I…” Ratonhnhaké:ton struggles to find the right greeting before giving up. “Forgive me, I… I am not sure what to say.”

The vision gives him a gentle smile as he takes Ratonhnhaké:ton’s hand in his own. It feels so real. Is it real? He wears himself out just thinking about it. “There is nothing to be forgiven.” Ratonhhaké:ton stares down at their clasped hands, young against old, before the man speaks again.

“I’d like for you to join our brotherhood. Your friends and loved ones are there and they have been waiting for you.”

Brotherhood? Friends and loved ones... Something shifts within Ratonhnhaké:ton’s mind; a revelation as to why he sees a legendary yet long dead assassin sitting beside him. Why he has just asked the aging mentor to join him.

Once again, Ratonhnhaké:ton is at a loss for words. Of course he knew this day was going to come eventually. He knew since he was a child. He’s had so long to prepare for it, thinking it would arrive much, much sooner in his life. Yet he can’t follow the vision just yet.

“Am I ready?”

“You are more than ready.”

“Do you appear in this manner to everyone?”

“Only to those I like the most.”

Ratonhnhaké:ton sighs as he strains to maintain his seated position on the boulder. The other assassin’s expression grows concerned. “Do you feel any pain?”

“... no.” For the first time in who knows how many years, Ratonhnhaké:ton feels no pain. Throughout his life, the prospect of death had always been violent. Destructive. Never peaceful and never comforting. Until now.

“You have suffered so much and never deserved it. Now you must rest.”

Ratonhnhaké:ton couldn’t agree more. But then another worrisome thought comes to him. He cautiously turns around and looks up at the manor. His family, his friends, and his own brotherhood – can he bring himself to leave them at a time like this?

“Do not worry about them,” the vision speaks. “They are strong, like you. They will carry on your legacy.”

Ratonhnhaké:ton scoffs. “I am not strong. Not right now.”

The assassin brushes a few loose strands of hair from his face before cupping the old mentor’s cheek in his palm. “You have always been strong, especially right now.”

Ratonhnhaké:ton doesn’t want to argue with an ancient ghost but nevertheless, he appreciates his kind words. Just as he begins to lose his grip on his cane, the assassin helps him off the boulder and onto the soft grass. His breathing is frighteningly slow, as is his heartbeat. He lies down on his side as the world turns into a blur with every blink.

They will carry on your legacy. For a moment, Ratonhnhaké:ton wishes he could witness that legacy. He then realizes something important – he already has. He’s watched his legacy grow for decades, aiding and guiding it. He has no doubt that it will become stronger despite his absence. It will do great things in the next few years, perhaps even centuries to come.

With one final tired smile, Ratonhnhaké:ton closes his eyes.

[eliamatrell]

jaga! your taste is frequently and consistently sublime! would you happen to have any media recommendations to share? could be literature, films, poems, tv shows, etc. 💞💗💕

oh mita, thank you! 💕this is such a lovely message to find in my inbox during this hellish heatwave. this list is quite incoherent - it’s so hard to find right words when your brain is melting and for that reason my english might be quite terrible at times - but! these are a few of my favourite things:

and then there were none, alias grace and the terror are great examples of acclaimed novels turned into equally good tv shows. imo the miniseries format is a superior option when it comes to adapting literature - there’s enough time to cover every important point, yet it doesn’t slog. also - there’s some terrific acting. 

i love horror, but only good horror - the kind that serves as a social commentary and doesn’t rely on gore, jumpscares and violence. there’s also my unfortunate catholic upbringing that makes me scared of anything with religious undertones (like the exorcist. or rosemary’s baby). despite being a bit of a snob who’s wary of mainstream writers, i adore stephen king’s works and his enormous impact on western cultural landscape. he shaped and influenced so many great creators and goodness - i can’t help but admire his imagination. i lovelovelove castle rock - it’s uncanny, connected to most of king’s novels and utterly engrossing. i’m hooked.

speaking of mister king - the shining (1980) is a masterpiece and it (2017) is one of my favourite movies ever. i was talking about this to my friend the other day, but i can’t bring myself to care about anything if it’s absolutely grim and hopeless. i need some light and hope, even if it’s just a spark. there is this great quote by sir terry pratchett (here’s the full essay): ‘The morality of fantasy and horror is, by and large, the strict morality of the fairy tale. The vampire is slain, the alien is blown out of the airlock, the evil Dark Lord is vanquished and, perhaps at some loss, the Good triumph – not because they are better armed, but because Providence is on their side. Let there be goblin hordes, let there be terrible environmental threats, let there be giant mutated slugs if you really must, but let there also be Hope. It may be a grim, thin hope, an Arthurian sword at sunset, but let us know that we do not live in vain.’ - that’s what i love about dark stories. there are always characters that are simply good, characters we can trust, characters that guide us and reveal all those monsters and terrible things, all while holding our hand and protecting us. stephen king, just like all great writers, is well aware of that, and it-the-movie (i hate this title! it’s so vague that i always have to specify what i’m talking about) is a great example of this trope.

i have this personal quest of watching every movie directed by alfred hitchcock. psycho (1960) was the first entry on my list and oh goodness. how i loved it. 

i love anglophone poets, but at the end of the day, i keep coming back to polish poetry. it’s sad. it’s mostly sad. we were conquered, invaded, wiped off the map, controlled by foreign empires, and it’s all reflected in our literature. still, there is this ever-present stubbornness - we’re still here. we’ll always be here. tadeusz różewicz was one of our greatest writers. his poems are about surviving and re-learning how to live after. they make me cry every single time. here are three of my favourite ones (i am twenty-four / led to slaughter / i survived). also, zbigniew herbert. report from the besieged city was written about poland (after the failed uprising of august 1944, hitler personally ordered that the entire city of warsaw be razed to the ground) but god. it’s very universal. now when i read it i tend to think of aleppo, of damascus, of mosul. warsaw rose from the ashes - i can only hope so will these cities.

and wisława szymborska, always wisława szymborska. photograph from september 11 is one of my favourite pieces written by her - the last lines are phenomenal. also - cassandra, lot’s wife, on death, without exaggeration.

speaking of ‘on death, without exaggeration’ - the good place is one of the best pieces of media about afterlife ever created. it’s bittersweet, so smart, and heartwarming. its portrayal of what’s beyond the veil is very familiar, very human. god, i love it. i can’t recommend it enough. also - moral philosophy has never been so cool.

c.s. lewis is mostly known for the narnia series, but his true magnum opus is ‘till we have faces’ - a retelling of the classical myth of eros and psyche. gosh, what a beautiful and melancholic book. it’s about possessive love, about bonds between the mortals and their gods, about families, about lovers, about the sacred and the profane. this goodreads review captures my feelings perfectly.

my fondness for joan baez is well-documented and baptism: a journey through our time is my favourite album of hers. it’s mostly works of various poets - spoken and sung by baez. i especially adore ‘the magic wood’ (written by henry treece). it’s so haunting! also, it reminds me of this one short story by stephen king (yes, i know!) - the man in the black suit.

recently i’ve finished reading the collection of fairytales composed by angela carter. it was very diverse and simply Great. i’m also taking ‘the bloody chamber’ on holiday with me. i’ve already started it and oh goodness. ooooh goodness. (“The girl burst out laughing; she knew she was nobody’s meat.” - i mean!!!)

when it comes to fairytales written by contemporary authors - emily carroll’s graphic novel ‘through the woods’ is one of the best examples of this genre. i’m not a fan of Edgy Fairytales, but these are definitely not edgy - they’re refined, bloody and gothic. also: ’It came from the woods. Most strange things do.’ is one of my favourite quotes.

in this household we stan and support everything inspired by eastern european folklore. please, do read uprooted. and also spinning silver. i might be a little bit biased, but still - it’s just very well-written and imaginative. 

‘east of the sun, west of the moon’ illustrated by p.j. lynch will always be my favourite version. here are some samples: one, two, three, four.

i’m not too fond of ya as a genre, but. but. the cruel prince was incredibly good - much better than its title (although there was a prince. and he was indeed cruel!) and description would suggest. it’s a perfect summer read and it features faerie, a lot of bickering, some slashed throats and also good ol’ schemes and court machinations.

i love musicals. a lot of them - the good, the bad, the mediocre. i just really like people singing, you know. however, ‘natasha, pierre & the great comet of 1812′ is… god, it’s a lot. it’s about love, about war, about depression and loneliness, about honour, about healing - but first and foremost about humanity. please, do watch this performance (and then listen to the whole cast recording). goodness, what a wonderful show.

to be quite honest, this is only a fraction of my recs, but i didn’t want for this post to be too overwhelming. once again - thank you so much for asking! 💝

[harukatomoe]

Star-crossed (Ango x Reader)

Star-crossed

To say what he saw was a new love, was an understatement. Sakaguchi Ango had no idea what to think; he couldn't put his feelings into words. It wasn't the appearance that lured his liking, no, rather it was the vibe he felt from you that sparked his great attraction. He wasn't in a close proximity of you, he was a safe distance where he could observe you soundlessly.

He wasn't proud of what he was doing, he was ashamed. At the same time, could he really blame himself? He was a busy man in the sin-filled world. Every now and then, blood would be shed on the streets of Yokohoma; he was one of the many to deal with ability users - using justice to put them away. He was a man who didn't have time for relationships or flings, nor was he confident enough to approach a woman.

He could only sigh ashamedly; he's seen other men flirt successfully with other women, that was something he felt he could never do. Never in his life. He was what you could say, more submissive than daring. The bittersweet scent of his coffee turning cold was the road he was heading at this point. He was going to get nowhere with you and he wasn't going to try.

Oh, how he could only admire from afar, the distance not getting any closer. The way you tucked loose strands of your (Hair Colour) locks behind your ear, it gave him a better view of your face. The way you looked at your book, full of interest, it intrigued him of your passionate interest in novels. Just everything you did made him look at your beautifully.

Ango snapped out of his melancholic daze when you stood up, the feet of the chair scraping against the stone cement as you picked up your belongings. He shifted in his seat, panicking because you were leaving. He didn't want you to leave, he wanted you to stay. What if he never sees you again? He didn't even get a chance to catch your name, possibly your number; he was never going to see you again.

The moment you stepped closer, just a step, Ango could feel his heart pounding in his throat. Suspense was shrinking up his spine, his palms became sweaty, his throat became dry. He listened to the sound of your heels clacking against the hard, cold ground, getting louder and louder by the second. His anticipation grew; was it excitement or anxiety?

He could smell that sweet scent of pure seduction - red plum and freesia clogging his nose. He could feel the very presence of you walking behind him. Every other sound around him was full and tune out, the only bright and audible thing he could hear was you.

Moments later,  Ango watched your lovely figure merge with others, disappearing into the large crowd of people. Just for a moment, his whole body turned your way, almost as if he was going to make an attempt to chase after you. He found himself panting, a small jolt was given to his heart that sent it racing.

You were gone.

❣  Another day  ❣

It must've been a coincidence.

No, it must've been luck.

No, it must've been a miracle.

Seeing you again was a miracle. He just so happened to be picking up a novel about historical events at his local library, after receiving it, he decided to go explore the shelves a little more. When he did, noticing the 'Social Studies' section. The moment he spun on his heel, that was the moment he froze, lovestruck.

You stood so beautifully, just having a look at you could make him melt. He could feel his knees shake, he could feel his heart lighten, his stomach fluttering with joy, his mind hazed, his breath hitch, his eyes shimmer. Without your little knowledge of his existence, a part of him wondered what would happen if you did notice him.

Ango then realized he was staring for too long. He shook his head and faced the spine of the books, "acting" natural to blend in with your surroundings. He stood a few glances here and there, observing you out of the corner of his eyes. Though, looking from our of the corner of his intrigued, lightly-coloured eyes, you were a bit of a vibrant blur since he couldn't lay his eyes on you through his prescribed bottle-cap glasses.

"Excuse me," a faint, soft voice spoke to him. Slowly, his jaw turned to the direction of where the sound came from. There was a slight moment his heart's beat was steady, his gaze not recognizing what it could see, unable to comprehend the figure standing before him. The fluorescent lights that hung to the ceiling glaring over his lenses, stopping you from staring directly into his eyes.

His heart's beat suddenly fastened itself, his chest gaze finally recognizing the person confronting him. His jaw dropped in absolute trauma. A cold sweat washed over him, his skin turning pale. His eyes widened more than he felt they could, every thought flew out of his mind, every intention, every dream washed away the very moment you spoke to him.

"Y-Yes...?" He breathed ever so lightly. He could feel his breath be taken away by the sight of you talking to him. He wondered to himself to why you were speaking to him. How could a person like you, talk to him out of the many around? What did you want? Had you noticed him before? Oh, how his mind filled with questions that could only be answered by you.

"...Have I seen you around somewhere before? I swear you look familiar." His whole body became covered in cold sweat, worries filled him up like no tomorrow. Your face held a lustreless look. But, oh, dear, he admired your facial features so much. Not only did you have the vibe he craved for in a partner, but you also had the lovely face of a beauty.

He couldn't read what you were feeling. Were you creeped out if you did notice him? Were you simply trying to defend yourself by confronting him about it? He couldn't tell.

"Pfft," your hand covered your mouth, attempting to stifle your laughter any further. Ango quickly found himself to be dumbfounded, his mind going blank. "What's with that look? You look a bit pale." You laughed, removing your hand. You held your hands together with a bright smile that he could use to admire you more. You extended an arm towards him, watching him flinch at your sudden gesture. "I'm (Last Name) (First Name), nice to meet you." You didn't see him as a threat, he seemed timid, but rather formal and friendly in a way.

"Saka...guchi Ango." He took your hand willingly, shaking it. A small and relieved smile crept its way onto his lips, which you had to admit was pretty nice. He had beautiful features; his hair that was swept neatly away from his face, his clear complexion, his eyes that seemed light-coloured, his circular glasses, and not to mention the mole that sat above his lip on the right side of his face. He was truly a breathtaking man.

"It's nice to meet you, Sakaguchi-kun!"

❣  A few days later  ❣

He loved the way you laughed, even if it was at him. He loved the way your eyes closed as your grin was ever growing, the more you laughed, the bigger you smiled. He loved the way you were in tears after laughing so hard, he loved when you spoke that your stomach hurt, even if it was at him.

He liked your attention on him. It made him feel better about himself. He wouldn't think about him as such an interesting man, but you, oh, you made him feel different. It was only a few days after your first and actual meeting, and yet he already felt comfortable around you. You had a happy-go-lucky personality, you were friendly and easily-approachable. He liked that about you.

He found out that you enjoyed the same foods as him, especially eel. He found out that you were in the social studies section of the library to help you research more about human behaviour. He found out that you two had a lot in common. He felt special because you spent so much time with him, and he tried to spend as much time with you. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so giddy about a person; he's been so distracted by work that he lost track of time in his life.

But, that didn't matter anymore. You gave him back the time he had lost with reality. You gave him all the time he needed. You gave him your interest. That was more than enough for him.

❣  A few months later  ❣

"(First Name)-san,"

Ango held out a small, rectangular box that was rather long. You turned to look over your shoulder, your breath steaming the air around in a puff. It was winter now, late in the afternoon and soon to be dark. Your cheeks felt a bit numb, your nose too, but that didn't stop you from going on a date with Ango. No, nothing could keep you from him.

"Ango-kun? What is this?" You asked, your eyes slightly wide by the pretty wrapped box. It was a dark blue box wrapped with a pretty lavender ribbon with a cute bow on top. You watched as Ango buried the lower half of his face into his scarf, somewhat hiding his face from you; it was undeniable that you couldn't see how his red his cheeks were, assuming they weren't from the cold though.

"Please, open it." He dropped the box into your mittened hands, waiting for you to continue. You brought the box to your face and bit one end of the ribbon with your teeth, pulling the silk bow apart. He reached over, grabbing the ribbon from your mouth for you as you whispered a quick "thank you". You shook the box from the lid, finding a extravagant silver necklace that had a silver heart as the charm.

"Oh, my...Ango, it's-it's-" you stuttered, unable to continue your reaction. He shook his head in his scarf, his face becoming buried even more in it. Your cheeks flared with appreciation and adoration, you gazed lovingly up at him even though his face was not staring at yours. You reached up and pulled his scarf down, revealing his beet red face.

You leaned forward, on your tip-toes as you closed your eyes, your lips gently pressing over his. You wrapped an arm around behind his head, pulling him deeper into your doings. You could hear his surprise, but he didn't pull away. Shortly, you pulled away, leaving a lip-tingling kiss on his lips.

"I assume this is a confession, no?" He nodded, his eyes squinted and directed elsewhere, lips pursed and being bitten as he seemed to want to taste your lips more. Oh, how adorable he seemed.

"Then I accept."

❣  A week later  ❣

"I was supposed to kill you," It was worse than he expected. When he heard you say, "we need to talk", he knew that was never a good thing. He always expected the worse when you always had that certain glint of sorrow in your (Eye Colour) irises. He couldn't understand what you meant, he couldn't understand what you meant by your broad but, vague statement.

"What do you m-mean, (First Name)-"

"Exactly what I said...you see..." you pulled a note out of your pocket, unfolding the crumpled piece of paper. You bit your tongue, the sour taste that the content on the paper left in your mouth was disgusting. You squeezed the paper back into its previous form, shutting your eyes scared to show him. You felt his hand touch yours gingerly, but he pulled away the note with force.

Ango read the note carefully.

His heart dropped. He felt like all his senses had been raised, he was alert. He became a conflicted mess. The letter he held in his hands gave him both fear and anger. It was such a disgusting letter from the Port Mafia's boss to you.

"I was sent here to kill you, Ango..." you ashamedly shrunk into yourself, slightly turning away from him. You could already read the betrayal on his face, the disgust he felt in himself. If you had known all this time, why did you keep it from him? Why did you let him continue? Why didn't you just end him, wouldn't that have been easier on him than for him to continue loving you? Why were you so cruel to him?

What the note read was:

"Dear beloved (First Name)-kun,

          I couldn't help, but to notice that you have yet to eliminate the traitor. Yes, I did have a talk with the director of the Japanese Ministry. But, the problem at hand is, he knows too much. (First Name)-kun, I'm sure you cherish your own life, do you not? Should I allow you to live, and for your existing members of your family to perish? Looks like I have to do what needs to be done.

         But, wait. I've also noticed that you've begun to cherish something far more than yourself and your family. It's him, isn't it? Funny how you think you can trick your target into falling in love with you without yourself falling in love either. It's tragic, really.

         I'll be waiting in my office for you to drop off proof. If not, you will be executed within fourty-eight hours.

Your boss, Mori Ougai"

"Was or is?" He asked.

"I am." Ango's hands gripped his hair as he turned his back to you, a deep and frustrated sigh blowing past his lips. He was obviously pissed off, but he was obviously trying to find a way to forgive you. I mean, he did forgive you. He just felt betrayed by his lover, at the same time he felt upset.

He wasn't sure if he wanted to keep talking to you or if he wanted to be alone. He didn't know if he should end things with you or keep it. He was torn between his life and yours.

"(First Name)-"

"Ango, please, I love you so much." He could already feel himself choking on his own words. Oh, how he felt so bad that he forced you to say that. Only, it wasn't forced. You were scared out of your mind. You didn't care about what was going to happen to you, you cared about loving him. You cared about your relationship with him. You cared about his safety over yours. That's what it meant to care about someone, right? Putting them before you?

Tears welled up inside of his eyes, pooling to the point they were threatening to fall. Dear god, if you knew how much he loved you, everything would be so much easier. His pain would lessen, his worries would not be worries. Little did he know, it was the same for you. If he saw the pleading in your eyes that you had for him, he would say something.

And he did. "I'll help you," he said, grabbing your shoulders. He was firm with his words. The seriousness in his eyes gave you intel about how he felt about you still. He was determined to help you leave; help you escape the wrath of the mafia. He knew how they worked. He knew their patterns. "Please, just please," he paused, grabbing ahold of your face that was damp with tears. He suddenly locked his lips with yours, holding you close to his body as if he would never see you again; never feel you again.

"Run away with me. Away from this dreaded nightmare."

❣  Years later  ❣

You never showed up the next day. Not as planned. You stayed at his home that day years ago. It was the next morning he couldn't find you next to him. The empty space in his bed told otherwise. There were no signs of struggle or anything. So, where did you go?

Ango never knew what happened to you. You didn't pick up his calls. You didn't pick up his texts. It was as if you were wiped off the face of the earth. That day years ago, he cried and cried with great confusion. He hated not knowing where you were.

He picked up the clothes he had laying around his home, straining after a long day of work the day before. He twisted his head a bit, stretching the poor muscle that had become tightened and sore. Ango's ash-coloured optics landed on a box he had packed away in his living room with your name on it, unsure of where you went, he kept all your things in case one day you returned.

But, he had already expected the worse.

Suddenly, the doorbell that chimed in his home rang. Alarmed, he peered out of the peephole, seeing no one standing there. With a hand on the door and a hand on the handle, he twisted the knob and pulled the door open. He still saw nothing. He cocked a brow, ignoring it. Slowly, he pushed the door to close, his eye catching something at the last second.

It was a box.

One similar to the one he gave you years ago, as his confession. His chest clenched, his stomach became empty with concern. He bent down, picking up the box. Before anything else could happen, he slammed the door shut in front of him. He fumbled to open it.

Out fell the necklace he gifted to you.

As he leaned down to pick it up with trembling fingers, a note fell out as well.

"Dear Sakaguchi-kun,

I see you haven't changed much. Still waiting for her to come home? You should throw out her boxes.

She won't be coming home.

Yours truly, Mori Ougai"

End

Continuation:

There were two things that Sakaguchi Ango wanted. It was the freedom and safety from stress and for his lover to be safe by his side. Yet a man such as himself suffered the pain of losing his close friends in the past, he managed to get over it. But, how could he get over this? That note meant your death. He didn't listen. He should've known. He only had himself to blame. He only had everything to blame. He had cursed the stars above for allowing you two to meet. Allowing you two to meet was the fate between star-crossed lovers.

[sothisisthehobbit]

Review of Top Seed

My very long-winded, gushy review of Infinite’s new album under the cut.

2. Tell Me: Not gonna lie, when I heard the preview for this song, while I enjoyed it, I was a bit hesitant. One of the things that attracted me to Infinite is the fact their music doesn’t follow after trends. They have their own unique style that works for them and that has helped them become successful.

So, when I heard the kind of EDM/Tropical house style in the preview, I was a little worried. BUT I should’ve known. Infinite has never disappointed me, and they didn’t with this song either.

It starts off almost sounding like your typical EDM song, but as soon as the verses started, I knew it was not. As this reviewer noted, while the music is extremely mellow (especially compared with some of their other title songs) their vocal techniques give the song a sense of urgency and desperation. Many people have said that Tell Me doesn’t sound like an Infinite song, and I can understand why they think that, but I disagree. One thing I’ve always appreciated and loved about Infinite is that most of their songs rely heavily on their vocal. Like, they don’t use a whole of auto tune, they sing live the majority of the time, and their songs always seem centered completely on their voices. Like the main grips of their songs, you could say, are their voices. And I think Tell Me is no different in that aspect. As soon as Sunggyu starting singing the first verse, I knew I’d love it. 

Another thing I adore about this song is how after the intro they jump RIGHT into the first verse. There’s no instrumental break. It just has this sort of forward motion movement to it.

And the chorus?? It’s so addictive. It’s a bit repetitive, yes, but for some reason it doesn’t bother me at all. It’s so catchy; the kind of song that gets stuck in your head easily and you welcome it.  

I’m in love with Dongwoo’s rap break. Like I said before, the song has a forward motion about it, yet they slow it down a lot for this break. I’m also in love with Sungjong’s voice during the verses. 

When I first listened to it, it felt a little disjointed. It just seemed like they had a TON of different elements going on, but the more I listened to it, the more everything seemed to fit together. 

Overall, I absolutely adore this song. I can understand why it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but I literally cannot stop listening to it. 

3. Synchronise: Holy crap. This song is amazing. I can understand why it had been runner up for the title track. What I absolutely love about this track is the chorus. I love the looooong drawn out/legato lines followed by the fast paced almost staccato and aggressive type lines. Again, like Tell Me, it moves forward really quickly. The slower, quieter verses provide a nice contrast with the chorus. 

4. No More: This one is as slow as the other two are fast. I absolutely adore the piano in it. Like, I want the sheet music so I can play it myself. This song has such a mellow, relaxed, yet melancholic feel to it. When I listen to it, I feel like I need to be gazing dramatically out a window as it rains. The Woohyun/Myungsoo/Sungjong vocal combo they did during the showcase is h e a v e n. Their voices compliment each other so wonderfully. I haven’t looked up the lyrics for this one yet, but it already makes me want to cry. I’m really looking forward to hearing this on music shows.

5. TGIF: Honestly....when Woohyun said this song is Dongwoo he was 110% correct. Everything about it, from the rich beat, the excited and high flung chorus, the bridge, all of it SCREAMS Dongwoo. It’s definitely a party song, and again that just fits Dongwoo’s personality. And I love it. I’ve seen a lot people calling this the Dongwoo Era, and I’m inclined to agree. He has really been shining through his dancing in Tell Me, and through his vocals and I’m beyond happy that he’s finally getting the chance to show them off. I’ve noticed that a lot of my favorite little pieces in some of their other music are the parts where he’s singing. And as much as I adore Sunggyu and his voice, I’m SO glad Dongwoo didn’t agree to having him sing in this song. I’ve been dying for a Dongwoo solo for ages and it’s fantastic. 

6. Pray. This song belongs in a movie. Seriously. Out of all the songs in the album, this one stands out the most for me in terms of uniqueness. From the little intro with strings, to the break right before the first verse. It’s just sounds so grand and epic. Also the fact that it just keeps getting bigger, and louder, and grander throughout the whole song just adds to it’s richness. I don’t understand why this song wasn’t originally released in 2011, but I’m glad we have it now. When I saw the title for it, I expected it to be something like No More; soft, quiet, reflective. But it’s the opposite. It’s bold, and extravagant and the boys pulled it off wonderfully. 

7. Why Me. Listen, I love my ballads. I adore them. Ballads are some of my favorite songs. So, when I heard the preview for this song I knew I’d love it. It did not disappoint. Every time I listen to it I want to cry. It’s so tender and gentle and lovely. It also reminded me why I’m so in love with Sunggyu’s voice. Like I said earlier, I think one of the special things about Infinite is their vocals; Sunggyu’s in particular. I’ve listened to tons of music in my time from countless different genres, but Sunggyu is one of the most expressive singers I have ever had the joy of listening to. My family often remarks that they don’t understand how I can listen to music where I don’t know what they’re saying. It’s because of Sunggyu!!! (partially). I don’t need to understand the lyrics. His voice, and the emotions he’s projecting through his vocals are enough. I think all of Infinite is really good at doing this. In this song in particular, the grief, desperation and love is tangible in their voices. I haven’t even looked up the lyrics yet. It reminds me of an OST from a drama. Why Me is quite possibly my favorite ballad they’ve ever done. It’s a toss up between this and Mom.

8. Break: Now this song is what I think of when I think of Infinite’s typical style. I started listening to Infinite because of songs like The Eye, Back, Bad, Last Romeo and their other title tracks, but it’s because of songs like this that they became my most favorite group. It’s just so happy! And bright, and fun. It’s the type of song that’s perfect for dancing. It reminds me of Entrust, Cover Girl, and It Can’t Get Better Than This. It reminds me of sunshine and light and hugs and just fun and beautiful things. I feel like it will be physically impossible for me to listen to this song on a low volume. It has to be turned up LOUD. 

9. I Hate: My first thought when I heard the preview for this song: “HOLY CRAP INFINITE DID AN ANIME OPENING.” And come to find out, this song was originally in Japanese. And I LOVE it. Jpop is what got me into kpop, so it feels like I’m going back to my roots heh. I never thought I’d hear Infinite do a rock song, but they absolutely nailed it. It’s thanks to the guitar riffs/solos, Woohyun’s and Sunggyu’s powerhouse vocals, Myungsoo/Sungjong/Sungyeol’s softer, lighter voices, and Dongwoo’s rich one. They all contrast and blend together nicely to create an intense and urgent type of song. While I almost wish this one had remained as the title track, I can understand why they changed it. It would’ve been hard to promote this type of song continuously. I just hope we get to hear at least part of it during one of their music show performances. Also I can’t help but think of young Sunggyu’s desire to be in a rock band when I listen to this song heh. I reeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllllllllly hope they do more of this style in the future. 

10. The Day that Passed: I’ve always thought Myungsoo’s voice was cute. Especially in their earlier songs. But recently, he’s improved VASTLY. His lines in One Day have literally made me cry. He now has more control over his voice, it’s smoother, and just beautiful. Which is why I’m so glad they gave him a solo. It kind of reminds me of the OST he did for Ruler; a soft, bittersweet ballad. His high notes are stunning. I really need to look up the lyrics for this one since he wrote them. I hope he tries his hand at even more song writing in the future. 

11. Confession: My son Sungjong has finally gotten the solo he has been wanting and deserves!!! And it’s absolutely perfect. I wish I could personally thank the person who composed it for him. It’s adorable, and perky, just like Sungjong himself. It almost sounds like a show tune. Like Myungsoo, his vocals have improved dramatically. His voice is so smooth and light. I particularly love the bridge. I’m incredibly proud of Sungjong. In my opinion, out of all the members, Sungjong has had the fewest chances to showcase his abilities and talents. Woohyun and Sunggyu have their solo careers, Dongwoo and Hoya their rapping and dancing, Myungsoo and Sungyeol their acting, but Sungjong always seems to get left behind, even though he is a wonderful dancer, a stunning vocalist, hilarious on variety shows, and has one of the kindest and gentlest hearts. I hope the release of this solo song is just a preview of what he’ll be doing in the future.

12. Begin Again: This song feels like a warm hug. Ever since they sang it at the fanmeeting, I haven’t been able to get enough of it. I don’t know if it’s because it was the first new song they performed as a group in over a year, or if it’s the title, or if it’s the fact that they went through so much crap last year, but whichever the case, this song feels fresh and warm. It also sounds hopeful. Like, even though they lost a member, and that they were on a long and difficult hiatus for a year and four months, they’re still here. They’re going to begin again. They’re starting fresh and they’re ready to deliver even more wonderful songs. I also feel like this song encapsulates the album as a whole.

Most of the songs on this album are different from their usual styles. They included many different genres, techniques and styles. It almost feels like they’re reorienting themselves. They can’t replace Hoya, nor can they get back the time they lost last year, but the six of them can continue to create music that is unique to them. Even if it’s slightly different, it’s still Infinite. It’s still the boys who rose from a small company; the ones who lived in a tiny dorm with other trainees, and who almost disbanded. The ones who are incredibly hardworking, talented and humble. 

Top Seed, in my opinion, is one of the best albums they have released so far. They stretched themselves, and created songs that are much different from their usual style. This album very well could’ve been terrible with so many different genres and styles. But Infinite, per usual, managed to pull it off and I’m immensely grateful to them for not disbanding, for pushing themselves, for thinking and loving us fans, and for always delivering outstanding music.