#japanese silver plant

[tanuki-kimono]

Romantic antique summer kimono with swooping tsubame (swallow) by yanagi (willow) - you can see woven in the background what might be dewy tsuwabuki leaves (Japanese silver plant).

The obi is an antique summer maru obi (base was probably whiter in the past) with luscious embroidery. I am not certain of what the pattern is, I see kaiawase (matched shells) with summery and auspicious “painted” details.  The flowery pattern is hana katsumi (geometrical leaves and flowers, stylised plant of rice family).

[jillraggett]

Plant of the Day

Thursday 9 January 2025

Various Miscanthus cultivars (eulalia, elephant grass, Japanese silver grass) and other species have been used to create an ornamental grass garden at Goodnestone Park, Kent. This grass species produces a display of flowers in late summer and into autumn in a range of shapes and colours.

Jill Raggett

[koshigurajumy]

Jumy-M It's feeling like autumn / 芒

[rumeko]

the sunshine in your heart

おうちへ帰ろう

[lostintheuniverseslies]

A Quiet Little Seedling

Chapter 16 Plants

Boston Fern (Andrew’s plant previously mentioned in chapter 13)

Coffee Table Terrarium (not plant specific but I find them so cool)

Pothos (non specific. Cebu blue pothos previously mentioned in chapter 10. Generic mention of pothos is chapter 10)

Japanese Holly Fern

Silver Lace Table Fern

Parlor Palm

Hens and Chicks

Cactus Mistletoe (previously mentioned in chapter 12)

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Next: Chapter 17 Plants

[rayroseu]

I really appreciate the beauty of Malleus New Year's card. But most importantly, other than its gorgeousness, I also appreciate how it pays so much homage to his status and character, from the flowers, the clothes, and the setting. 🥹

We know that wisterias were prevalent in his Dorm Groovy SSR, this time its another flower which is the red plum blossom here😭❤️

In Chinese philosophy, the Plum tree’s blossom is a symbol of winter ending and a herald of spring. The tree’s pale pink blossoms are cherished because they bloom vibrantly and so bravely amidst the winter chill. They symbolise perseverance and hope, as well as, beauty thriving in adverse circumstances.

The way this flower's meaning is so matched with Malleus' character is so precious. We know he's "the herald of spring" because his birth brought forth a hope that the Draconias(or the faes in general) won't die out just yet (the ending of winter) and the fact that this flower blooms even in winter probably symbolizes the fact that when he was an egg, he was still perservering to live. This also applies to his life as he grows up. With the way even if his life is riddled with loneliness and exclusion, he makes an effort to go out and adjust himself with others, he doesn't give up even if his reality consistently places him in situation where his goals can never be achieved (that is, him being accepted socially and him being ignorant of human culture but still makes an effort to understand it), he just continues to be hopeful that someone/ some place will invite him, therefore his ability to thrive in adverse circumstances.

The way he slowly rises in this card makes me feel like it symbolizes how slow paced Malleus is "in going out/getting used to outside of his comfort zone", actually lol. He described his admission to NRC as him being nervous because its an unknown place but still hopeful for the experiences that he might get(acccording to the vignette of his GloMas SSR), just like him here rising from the snow and the way he lifts the veil which makes me think he wants to see the world outside of his country's point of view with his own eyes.

Japanese tradition holds that the Plum (or ‘ume’) is celebrated as a protective charm against evil, so the ume is traditionally planted in the northeast of the garden, the direction from which evil is believed to come.

I also read this symbolism which makes me tear up lmaooo 😭Because we know in Book 7, Briarland was invaded from northeast where the Silver Owls originated from 💀 The fact that the plum blossom is a protection flower and he's surrounded with it in this card makes me think that it symbolizes how protected he was during Briarland's era 😭and another thing to dissect from his slow rise from the snow with the fact the plum blossom signifies protection is probably the fact that he took so long to hatch despite many people caring for him.

Side note that in Malleus Bloom Birthday Groovy, it implied that he was born in daytime during a snowfall, and he was happy experiencing the winter, just like in this New Years card where he's smiling against the heavy snowfall 🥹

In Japan, plum blossoms symbolize good fortune, an auspicious flower, along with pine and bamboo, and the arrival of early spring. They are often used as the design for New Year’s greeting cards and other celebratory occasions. (And maybe this is just the likely reason why this flower is here in Malleus' card and I'm overthinking it above lol

Next thing I want to mention is his clothes, that attire reminds me of the formal outfit of a Japanese Emperor (From what I searched, its called sokutai, but what Malleus wears is much more simpler I guess, its a outfit derived from it which is called ikan.) This post is a great overview about these two outfits.

Ikan is the work clothes of nobles and government officials in the Imperial Court after the Heian period. Sokutai is a formal costume for those from the Emperor to the court nobles in and after Heian period (Heian costume). Ikan is called 'tonoi (nighttime) costume', whereas sokutai is called 'hino (daytime) costume'. (which probably references the fact that he's a night fae)

The point is, what Malleus wears in this card is a very traditional garment that only high ranking Japanese officials can wear. But what he wears isn't the clothes of an emperor yet, but just for a high ranking official, which is accurate to his status that he's still a crown prince not yet the king, because only Maleficia truly rules Briar Valley right now.

I love the decision that they made him wear such a prestigious outfit because the story of the New Years event is the characters working on customer service lol Its like his clothes is a reminder that he is still highly distinguished even if temporarily he's a worker.

Lastly the VEIL !!!!!! That's the thing that catched my eyes the most in this card lol I KNOW they're not referencing a wedding here because the veil don't look the same, but its so good not to mention that the one of the headress of a Japanese bride is called tsunokakushi and its description can be related with Malleus a lot lol.

The term is a compound of 角 (tsuno, "horn") + 隠し (kakushi, "hiding"). This derivation is listed in some sources as a reference to hiding a bride's "horns" of anger, jealousy, or other negative qualities, in order to present a more virtuous image for the wedding. However, this interpretation might be a folk etymology resulting from a shift in the reading and meaning.

The headdress and the veil aren't the same thing but I kinda feel like this is the idea they're going for considering the veil is 1) hiding his horns, 2) he's a character associated with being jealous, and most importantly, 3) only the person he is looking at can see his face (which is the point of most wedding veils/headdress, to hide the bride's face so that only her partner can see it).

But long veils, like the one Malleus is holding is also just a garment for a noble to hide their nobility. Which is this is probably the likely reason, considering he's using that veil to cover up his horns and his clothes, the most obvious features of his status.

Also, it could be just a fun reference to the fact that Maleficent in live action wore a long veil to hide her horns so that she wouldn't scare the humans lol

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

💕 twst 2024 valentine gifts! 🎁

***Please note:*** Sharing merch images + news is not intended to encourage and/or to pressure anyone into making purchases. It is up to the individual consumer to be informed and to choose how they spend their money.

For general information about how TWST Valentine Gifts work, check out this post.

For character signatures and the messages from previous years, check out this post.

The gifts for 2024 are 100 ml fragrance sprays. These are not perfumes, they are more like room sprays. According to Yana, they worked with professional perfumers and the fragrances were formulated with each character's "image" in mind! These each come with a unique bottle label, plus a ribbon and a little wooden charm with a matching character motif on it. You can soak the wooden charm with the fragrance and use it to diffuse the smell through a room.

Preorders are open until 10 March 2024.

(Warning: in the case that these contain alcohol, it will not be possible to send the fragrances overseas due to shipping regulations against flammable materials. The paper goods—the 2024 Valentine Gift messages—will still be able to be sent out.)

Each character has their own unique scent. The following are summaries of what each spray smells like overall (according to official posts), but each also has its own more detailed descriptions of the top, middle, and base notes on their individual website postings.

Heartslabyul

Riddle - refined rose (geranium, rose, honey)

Trey - powdery mint (spearmint of course the guy obsessed with dental hygiene smells like MINT, white flowers, powdery musk and balsam)

Cater - lemon herbal (lemon, herbs like juniper, amber and cedar)

Ace - naughty cherry (cherry, almond and rose, vanilla and woods)

Deuce - citrus rhubarb (citrus and rhubarb, rose, warm musk)

Savanaclaw

Leona - clear wild (rosemary, neroli, musk and sandalwood)

Ruggie - dried nuts (hazelnut, vanilla, creamy musk and dry woods)

Jack - calm pear (pear, osmanthus, amber)

Octavinelle

Azul - salty milk (salt and minerals, herbs like sage, milky musk)

Jade - bergamot amber (bergamot, herbs, patchouli and amber)

Floyd - aqua vetiver (Japanese pepper yes, a literal pepper, a fresh bouquet, vetiver and musk)

Scarabia

Kalim - mystical musk (citrus, white flowers, creamy musk and sandalwood)

Jamil - smoky herb (spicy herbs, white flowers, musk and smoky leather)

Pomefiore

Vil - elegant fruity (cassis, white flowers, vanilla and musk and sandalwood)

Rook - dry green (eucalyptus, geranium, tonka beans)

Epel - spicy apple (cinnamon, apple, vanilla and sandalwood)

Ignihyde (warning that these were vaguely worded compared to the rest of the fragrances)

Idia - clean musk (“something refreshing”, lily of the valley, sweet musk why does bro smell sweeter than most of the others www)

Ortho - bluish clean (rosemary and other “fresh” smells, clear plants/greens he’s touching the grass that Idia refuses to)

Diasomnia

Malleus - deep oak moss (forest, spices, sweet and earthy vetiver and oak moss)

Lilia - historical depths (citrus, roses and white flowers, thick musk and sandalwood)

Silver - musty green (black pepper, cedarwood, warm sandalwood and musk)

Sebek - honest aroma (rosemary, white flowers and spices, patchouli and oak moss he shares a base note with Malleus, this was 100% intentional)

Grim + NRC Staff Shoot, no Rollo, Fellow, or Gidel valentine gift :(

Grim - innocent soap (citrus, lily of the valley, peach and musk he just hopped out of the bath)

Crowley - mysterious calm (***fatty aldehyde***, white flowers, cedarwood and amber)

Crewel - sweet charm (amber, woods, sweet oak moss)

Trein - tense wood (spices, dry woods, “sweet tangy tone” sorry, the base was vague)

Vargas - manly musk (smoky spices, incense, vetiver and leather and musk)

Sam - exotic bouquet (cloves, bouquet including ylang-ylang, tropical woods)

***NOTE ABOUT CROWLEY’S:*** I looked this up! Apparently, fatty aldehydes smell like fresh citrus but I believe the literally translated term is “fatty aldehyde”; not sure why it was worded like this. There are many forms of aldehyde and each smells different. For example, one form smells closer to a rose. Another supposedly smells like rancid butter 💀

[arthistoryanimalia]

#NationalPigDay 🐖:

Boar Sleeping on Autumn Plants

Kaigyokusai Masatsugu (Japanese, 1813–1892)

Meiji era, Osaka, mid-late 19th c. (after 1863)

netsuke: stained ivory, horn, silver

2.5 x 4.2 x 3 cm (1 x 1 5/8 x 1 3/16 in.)

Museum of Fine Arts, Boston 11.23373

[cyberdragoninfinity]

keeping my brain busy in the wake of All the Bullshit by assigning the Arc-V Pokemon teams and making little pictographs for them <3 you can really see the slow progression of me fighting for my life trying to find good little character icons as time went on

anyway under the tag are all my rambling rationalizations for all my choices too if anyone wants to read my however-many-hundreds-of-words howling <33

YUYA (mostly c/ping this from an older ask since his team didn't really change):

Zygarde 20%: i think it’s fun giving him one of the ‘incomplete’ Zygarde forms since he himself is an incomplete piece of Zarc. That's Silver Claw.

Tyrantrum: He needs a terrestrial Dragon type, huge, since Odd-Eyes is the only dimensional dragon who doesn’t fly… Odd-Eyes is also very dinosaur like! :^) Plus the king motif and it’s even red too!!

Delphox: challenging myself to give at least all of the yuboys a fully evolved starter, and I really like delphox for Yuya…invokes stargazer and timegazer magician and all the other Spellcasters in his deck, the showmanship of fire, powerful supernatural abilities. also yuya with a fennekin is SOOO cute. in universe I like to think Dennis traded him the fennekin in exchange for Yuya's original starter (Sobble)

Hippopotas: Hip Hippo, of course!

Gengar: he needs something smiley, and Gengars got that prankster mischief energy that I think could play nice on a Yuya team. Plus it being a spooky purple ghost for the purple Zarc Energy. Mega Gengar is even stated to be able to travel to other dimensions <3

Roaring Moon: for Awakened!Yuya and Odd-Eyes Raging Dragon, monstrous violent dragon that bares a striking similarity to another Pokemon from another region, another world…hmmmmm who does that sound like…..

ZUZU:

Cherrim: Specifically its Sunshine form, noted for its high energy and cheer! It has her color palette AND EVEN LITTLE 'HAIR' DOODADS LIKE HER TOO?!? she would adore this thing

Floette: Truly a very Bloom Diva/Melodious feeling Pokemon, I think it suits Zuzu perfectly... hers probably has the red flower i think :-) Maybe at some point it evolves into Florges, invoking some of the more 'grown' Melodious ladies.

Scream Tail: Pink, tough, and a little scary lol. I think it's fun if she AND Yuya both have Past Paradox Pokemon...matchies. Jigglypuff invocation for Melodious/Zuzu's musical motif too!

Leafeon: Giving all the bgirls an Eeveelution!! Zuzu deserves Leafeon naturally :3

Lilligant: Plant/Flower Lady, elegant, pairs perfectly with Sora's Whimsicott. A no brainer for me.

Meloetta: fuck it giving all the bgirls a Legendary too!! Gotta go with Meloetta for Zuzu, especially the Aria Form. Like. That thing's a Melodious monster. also something something the way it can alter people's emotions vs. Ray Akaba's power over Zarc or what have you. I'm seeing visions

SORA:

Hydrapple: For Frightfur Chimera's three heads, also literally a sticky candy apple monster. Syrup Bomb. It's so perfect for him.

Bewear: Frightfur Bear of course!! ANOTHER PERFECT ONE FOR HIM. Cute giant plush bear that is actually Fucking Scary and Can Hurt You So Fucking Bad.

Mimikyu: ANOTHER NATURAL PICK spooky haunted stuffed animal lookin beast!! Looks cute but can be vicious. Mimics something friendly to hide its truth self underneath. Very Frightfur compliant.

Slurpuff: This kid does not walk around with 4385289345 different sweets on hand for me to NOT give him the sticky sweets fluffy dog Pokemon. What if a Fluffal was made of candy. Soramon unlimited.

Whimsicott: Frightfur Sheep! Also mischievous and surprisingly powerful, and it compliments Zuzu's Lilligant! BECAUSE THEY ARE BESTIES!!!

Kartana: I'm giving all the Fusion dimension kids an Ultra Beast because I can <3 extradimensional fuckery representation <33 Kartana is imo the one that works best for Sora, being small and sharp edges like an Edge Imp. Little fucker that will cut you.

GONG:

Iron Hands: AINT MOVIN. BIG METAL ROBOTIC MACHINE BEAST. THE JAPANESE INVOCATIONS OF HARIYAMI. THATS A SUPERHEAVY SAMURAI.

Kingambit: Another Samurai that notably stays put for the most part. Esteemed and respected and strong as hell and when its friends fall it only grows stronger to not let their sacrifices be in vain.

Aggron: has a cry like a train, thus reminding me of Gong's insane train SHS. Also just extremely Gong-relevant animal to me...big protective wall of might and metal.

Kleavor: Another Pokemon with classical feudal-Japan/samurai-relevant vibes. Has bigass eyebrows. In PLA its Hidden Ability was Steadfast, also.

Mudsdale: Like. Gong just needs a Ground type. To me. Hardworking and powerful but extremely slow. VERY good at using Heavy Slam. "It remains calm and unmoving no matter the situation." like...bro.

Ogerpon: FUCK IT GONG GETS A LEGENDARY TOO. For Superheavy Samurai Ogre Shutendoji and also Ogrepon cares so much about her friend(s) and so does Gong!! I KNOW it'd be rocking the Cornerstone Mask mostly, too. Solid as a rock....

SYLVIO:

(Shiny) Sneasler: For his Yosenjus, also the entire Sneasel family is just so Sylvio to me....shiny H-Sneasel/Sneasler especially. It has his stupid yellow bangs!! SLASH POS

Floatzel: Also another smug weasel Pokemon with lots of oranges/yellows in its palette. I actually can't fully remember why I gave him Floatzel but it could very well just be my bias cuz I love Floatzel lol

Quaquaval: THE SYLVIO STARTER EVER. SHOWY GAY WATER DUCK. ABYSS ACTORS. QUAXLY ALWAYS FLICKING ITS HAIR QUAFF. OVER THE TOP PERFORMER. MR. SAWATARI....

Cetitan: For Mobius the Mega Monarch/that smattering, and also Cetitan is kind of shaped like some of Sylvio's big bulky Abyss Actors (Evil Heel, etc...)

Unfezant: Another pompous male Pokemon with swoopy hair things <3 "Intensely proud." Also a little dart-like to me.

Toxapex: Really just another Pokemon that looks like an Abyss Actor. Also probably something in there with a Posion type vs. Sylvio's early TOXIC AS FUCK ATTITUDE, SIR!!!

DECLAN:

Metagross: Supergenius Pokemon made of four fused Beldums <3 Analyzes its foes with expert calculations. Incredibly strong. Just tremendously Declanmon to me.

Empoleon: D/D/D Wave King Ceasar!! Also just the royal/emperor aesthetic in general, would it right at home with the D/Ds. And "It avoids unnecessary disputes, but it will mercilessly decimate anything that threatens the safety of its colony" BRO THAT'S DECLAN.....

G-max Duraludon: The LID building <3 Also like the idea of him wielding Gmaxs AND Megas AND probably Z-movies and Terastalizing too, as a parallel to mastering all the summoning mechanics.

Escavalier: D/D Proud Chevalier, another tremendously brave in the face of adversity Pokemon, also UMMM THE LANCERS!!! also I like the implication he and Moon Shadow traded to get their respective evos with Shelmet and Karrablast lol.

(Shiny) Mega Gardevoir: Again, wielding Megas just as easily as Gmax... has his color palette, plus Gardevoir in general has that 'tremendously loyal to the person it cares most about and will protect them at all costs' thing which just. screams Declan and Yuya's dynamic a lot to me.

Regigigas: lmao, "Reiji." The trio master of the Regis just like Declan is the leader of the Lancers. Insanely powerful creation-diety ass Pokemon vs. Declan's position of being an Akaba and that narrative weight re: Ray. Also would be right at hoem with some of the big bulky D/D/Ds.

YUTO:

Ceruledge: well now this is just a Phantom Knight for real.

Hydreigon: Dark Rebellion!! Brutal and relentless (in its objective)...I like the idea that Yuto's Hydreigon is pretty chill when not Fighting in a War though <3 His frienddd

Decidueye: His requisite evolved starter, I think Lulu traded him Rowlet originally~ Also on that Phantom Knight swag with the Haunted Cloaked Ghost Archer Everything.

Aegislash: AND AGAIN. THE PHANTOM KNIGHTS FOG BLADE. THE PHANTOM KNIGHTS TOMB SHIELD.

Absol: A stoic and tremendously goth beast, plus the way it's so attuned to knowing when disaster will strike + Yuto having gone through The Horrors of War just pair up very well.

Zacian: He DID have Zamazenta too but he traded it to Lulu :^) In general both dogs are so wonderful for him... weaponry clad and endlessly noble and brave. Busted as fuck, I'm sure there's some commentary on PKs in there too lol. I imagine its mostly in its battered Hero of Many Battles form for the most part....

SHAY:

G-Max Corviknight: TRULY THE RAID RAPTOR RISE FALCON OF IT ALL. absolutely GIGANTIC metal bird that launches feathers like missiles. This thing WOULD be like rank 8 or some shit. ALso something something Raider's Knight.

Staraptor: ok well now thats just kind of what Shay looks like. Giant emo bird of prey <3 Incredibly strong and fast and Here to Fuck You Up Bad

Ninjask: ok this is a wild pick for him but I LOVE him and lulu having ninjask and shedinja, also Ninjask's whole deal of being Extremely fast is right at home with Shay's birds. It's also described as if "not trained properly, it will refuse to obey the Trainer" which like.... very Shay joining the Lancers-esque <3 Guy who is difficult to work with.

Braviary: "For the sake of its friends, this brave warrior of the sky will not stop battling, even if injured." "They fight for their friends without any thought about danger to themselves." "With its brave disposition, it fears nothing—not even death." DAWG THATS JUST SHAY OBSIDIAN FROM YUGIOH ARC-V.

Talonflame: RAID RAPTOR BLAZE FALCON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK IT BRAVE BIRD FUCK IT BRAVE BIRD FUCK IT BRAVE BIRD

Blaziken: This thing has Speed Boost and it's about to be your problem. Powerful, brave, nimble, perfect for Shay and his like insane acrobatics he's always busting out. Perfect Pokemon for guy who beat the shit out of like 8 cops at once. 🔥

LULU:

Altaria: TRULY A LYRILUSC OF A POKEMON Humming and singing and incredibly powerful bird. Soft and warm and "with a kind disposition." I know she would love this thing so much.

Swellow: For Lyrilusc Sapphire Swallow/representative of all her swallow-adjacent songbirds

Shedinja: Again really fun in a pair with Shay's Ninjask. 1 HP to mirror how Lyriluscs are all level/rank 1!

Sylveon: and here's where my Flying TYPE Eeveelution would be... IF I HAD ONE >:( WELL. I do think Sylveon suits Lulu very well too, an exemplary compliment to her kind and friendly nature. AND transgender colors #lulugendermoments

Togekiss: Peace-loving angel-esque bird!!! Dueling shoudn't be used for war but making people smile!!!! "it visits peaceful regions, bringing them gifts of kindness and sweet blessings." LULUMONNNNNN

Zamazenta: Yuto traded this to her out of hoping it could help protect her ;w; Hero of Many Battles mode for the most part. The shield/protective motif also I feel ties well with Lulu's nonaggressive but remarkably adept at standing up for what she cares about character.

CELINA:

Liepard: IDK WHY IT'S SO HARD TO FIND GOOD LUNALIGHT EQUIVALENT POKEMON BUT ALAS lunalight panther dancer! ok it's a leopard but shhh. Also "moody and vicious" and strong and stealthy.

Pyroar: and Lunalight Leo Dancer too!!!!

Sensu Oricorio: For the bird Lunalights, and also its fan-feathers remind me of Cat Dancer :3 WAIT ITS HEAD FEATHERS ALSO LOOK LIKE CELINA'S BOW AND HER PONYTAIL...OMG

Umbreon: Naturally Celina's Eeveelution!! The moon associated one, hunts prey in the dark, glows in the moonlight (evolves through friendship 🥺celina did too.....)

Hisuian Lilligant: Compliments Zuzu's Unovan Lilligant (BECAUSE THEY ARE FRIENDS!!!) also an elegant and powerful Fighting type that moves like a dancer. This has always been a big Alexis Pokemon for me too but what can I say Fusion girlies rocking out with the Skater Dancer Plant Lady.

Celesteela: More moon motif!! Also Celesteela's Princess Kaguya inspiration honestly parallels Celina as a character really well too

YURI:

Silvally: we all know I associate Silvally with the yuboys in general, but teamwise I think it belongs the most on Yuri's--hodgepodge chimera monster experiment built in a lab and kept away from 'normal' Pokemon and populations. blasphemous emulation of god. Definitely absolutely kept Poison type mostly. 💜

Vileplume: PREDAPLANT CHIMERAFFLESIA.... I was torn between Vileplume or Victreebel but I think Vileplum works the best. It's Yuri's colors <3 *spews toxic spores at you*

Mega Sceptile: Grass/Dragon-type, literally has Starving Venom's colorful orb things, extremely fast and powerful... Sceptile is already the perfect starter for him but Mega Scepty just checks all the Venom Boxes.

Scolipede: Its horns look like Yuri's hair prongs <3 He deserves at least one big purple bug imo. It's also described as HIGHLY AGGRESSIVE and RELENTLESS and damn if that aint Yuriful.

Carnivine: truly one of the Most Predaplant of all Pokemon. This bitch eats meat!!! also I think it's funny if Yuri has a Pokemon that kind of chronically sucks bad but he loves it anyway.

Nagadanel: AND OF COURSE YURI'S ULTRA BEAST IS ALSO STARVING VENOM :) why the fuck is it like Yuri's hair color(s) exactly. Like Poipole too of course but still omfg. its poison is described as an adhesive too which i think is just perfect as a mirror of Yuri's sticky nasty ass dragon. slash pos.

DENNIS:

Meowscarada: JUST KIND OF DENNIS'S TRUEST POKESONA. TO ME. Dark type masked showman magician, master of misdirection....kind of has his haircut....gay.... uhhhh. meow!

Star Trim Furfrou: WELL. YOU KNOW. 🐩 also Star Pattern in particular for matching the 'performer' vibes and being the same blue as the blue in Dennis's stupid stupid outfit.

Inteleon: I'm privvy to the truth (Yuya traded Dennis his Sobble and got his Fennekin in return) but also like. This is justalso a Dennis Pokemon Bigly to me. Gay Sniper Spy Chameleon.

Mime Jr.: Performage Trick Clown!!! And the Performages in general. Little clown for this fucking clown.

Copperajah: For Chaos Ancient Gear Golem :,) I imagine it can Gigantimax and REALLY have that "giant fucked up war machine" mood down back. Also something something circuses and elephants.....

Blacephalon: LIKE. HE COULDNT HAVE ANY OTHER ULTRA BEAST, REALLY. Weird unsettling clown that sets off fireworks and literally blows its own head off 🥴 dennis might as well be a damn blacephalon. "It slithers toward people. Then, without warning, it triggers the explosion of its own head." dennis literally did this in front of a cruise ship full of people .

YUGO:

Rayquaza: Yugo's perfect Legendary choice AND a perfect Clear-Wing equivalent! Sky/Wind related green dragon, only arms, no legs, hell its yellow rings even remind me a little of Synchro rings.

(Shiny) Flygon: Also just reminds me of Clear Wing a whole lot <3 green, fast, long stripey tail, rhombus wings.. the shiny palette is also Yugo's colors!

Cinderace: I had such a hard time picking a starter for Yugo but I think Cinderace is the best pick... literal jock that plays toys and is described as "losing its cool easily," "it gets pumped up when cheered on," and "if it starts showboating, it could put itself in a tough spot" which just comes off like a laundry list of Yugo roasts HFDGUSD he would love this bunny rabbit.

Starmie: Mostly I just love Yugo and Rin have counterpart Pokemon but also Starmie has Speedroid vibes to me!!! Spinning star toy. Also fast as fuckkkk

Dragapult: HI-SPEEDROID KITEDRAKE!!! DRAGON THAT SHOOTS DARTS. FUNNY FAST VEHICLE LOOKIN ASS LIZARD.

Miraidon: ok Im pulling the "Yugo is one of my favorites he gets two Legendaries" card HE JUST DESERVES MIRAIDON. DUEL RUNNER DRAGON. CAPABLE OF BEING SILLYGOOFY AND ALSO LOCKING TF IN. one yuboy having a Past Paradox 'mon and one having a Future Paradox mon makes me a little craayayayzayy

RIN:

Froslass: Truly one of the most Windwitch of all Pokemon to me. Powerful ice witch lady fuck up your whole world.

Bronzong: A big fuckoff Bell. For Windwitch Freeze Bell. And Diamond Bell. And Crystal Bell. And Winter Bell. And

Hatterene: AND ANOTHER POWERFUL WITCH POKEMON FOR THE WITCH QUEEN also the trans flag colors just like rin's riding gear outfit. transfem rin is real btw

Glaceon: easy Eveelution pick for her ❄

Cloyster: Counterpart to Yugo's Starmie! Big weird floating Ice-aligned spike covered shape, which also described like 5 different Windwitches! Rin with Shellder is also really cute.

Glastrier: Really had to mull on what Legendary to give her but I love the idea of her also having a 'rideable vehicle' Legendary (horses are rideable vehicles.) Also Glastrier is a busted ass powerful as fuck belligerent ice monster and I think RIn would deeply appreciate its cunty spirit. 💙

MOON SHADOW:

Lunatone: Naturally!

Greninja: NATURALLY AS WELL!

Basculegion: The whole thing with Basculegion being powered and driven by the souls of its dead loved ones is just so perfect for the way Moon has to carry on after Sun Shadow got carded. Plus those very archiac Ainu design elements present just suit him well I think.

Accelgor: LIKE. I GOTTA. NINJA SWEEP also again i love the idea he had to trade his karrablast with Declan to get his Accelgor in return. Lancer synergy

Golisopod: Defense-oriented shogun armored type beast, pairs up well with invoking Moon's Twilight Ninja archetype. Also the Emergency Exit ability reminding me of all of his nimble ninja escape tactics we get to see.

(Shiny) Pawniard: A.) has his color palette B.) ninja-ish cadet at the command of a higher up (Bisharp), but also C.) that's Riley 🥺

RILEY:

Espurr: they just look like one. Riley Pokemon of All Time.

Oshawott: I love the idea of Riley having a baby Water starter to compliment Declan's Empoleon, and Oshawott's got that nice light blue and white palette and a design that evokes Riley's teddy bear a little bit. Plus its scalchop as a neat parallel to the C/C/C Weapon Monsters.

Beldum: Another baby form of one of Declan's monsters, also representative of C/C Critical Eye--one menacing red eye included!

Gigalith: All of Riley's C/C/C Rock Battle Monsters <3 (Armor, Blaster, Sword.) Also has eyes like Critical Eye too a little.

Ralts: one more mirror of Declan's team, but also this is another Pokemon Riley kind of just looks like. them big ol eyes. And the whole thign with how it flees when strong emotions are present :(

Terapagos: a cute and harmless looking Pokemon capable of absolutely horrifying reality shifting powers, just like Ray through Riley's body is capable of mildly terrifying ablities <3 I think Riley and Terapagos would also just be buddies 🥺

ZARC:

Zygarde 100%: FUCK IT. GIVE THE SUPREME KING ALL HIS DAMN DRAGON LEGENDARIES i just really love the idea of him especially having 'stronger' forms of the Legendaries the Yuboys wield--also like. Zygarde 100% Freakass Fulled Reunited Giant Green and Black Superweapon Dragon With Red and Blue Undertones (the colors of the pendulum scales)... it's too perfect.

Mega Rayquaza: Ultra-strong green and black terrifying giant dragon... 2!!! <3 The evolution of Yugo's Rayquaza. Giving Zarc all the crazy battle gimmicks too like he lords over all the summoning mechanics. Green for Synchros too <3

Eternamax Eternatus: ANOTHER WORLD-ENDING GIGANTIC DRAGON MONSTROSITY FOR THE ZARCMAN overloaded with power.. violent and unpredictable... the counter to Yuto's Zacian (and previously owned Zamazenta).... Fusion colors also.

Arceus: IT IS DRAGON TYPE NATURALLY the original vs Yuri's remix (Silvally)....fuck around and become God and all powerful. :,) Creation deity moments! White for Synchros as well.

Guzzlord: Also a bit of a parallel to Yuri's Silvally, but just in general I Gotta Give Him This Giant All-Consuming Dark/Dragon Extradimensional Abomination. All devouring.... Zarc in a way devoured the four yuboys too, huh.

Regidrago: Wildcard Dragon Legendary for the final spot but I do have my reasons <3 Big black dragon skull, "said to have the powers of every dragon Pokémon," just fires blasts of Dragon Energy at foes. Also just this sort of "ancient incredible power" feels very along Zarc's lines too

RAY:

Eevee: All the bgirls get evolved Eeveelutions, but I just love the idea of Ray's partner Pokemon being just a plain Jane unevolved Eevee that fought God and won.

Shaymin: En Flowers 🌸(also En-Wind for Sky Form Shaymin)

Lunala: En Moon 🌙 (also En-Windish, plus the Ghost typing a fun element with Ray effectively being dead and haunting that goddamn narrative.)

Lugia: En Birds 🐦 (also En Wind for all its storm conjuring capabilities)

Enamorus: ok I thought about Tornadus at first for En-Wind but A.) Ray needs a Fairy type for the 'dragon killer' implications, B.) Enamorus being this extremely powerful female Pokemon that fortells spring, brings the world back to life, and 'violently punishes' those that disrespect any living being is just, like, too perfect.

Regieleki: Its arms look like her ponytails <3 Honestly in general it looks a lot like when she was a glowy yellow spirit form. Also the only Pokemon to learn Thunder Cage, which feels quite appropriate for Ray stopping and containing Zarc. And oh well it's just a neat little counterpart to Zarc's Regidrago because I love when they have counterparts and I love divorce <33333 #EQUALITY: GIVE RAY LEGENDARIES TOO.

[step-and-pen-bu]

I translated "Haven" by Nilfruits!! (Project Sekai Commission Song)

煮る果実様の「ヘイブン」の拙訳でございます！

Translated Lyrics:

The combustible words on a scattershot night They thoughtlessly weigh on my mind without end And as soon as I noticed I was scalded I can't live right so I bottle up my contradictions & my imperfections Dousing them in paint I'll seal the lid on my distaste with resin

All this nagging and such, just rushing to the finish with words like "What was it you wanted to do from the start? Can you still do it?" People say, "To vanish from society, a calculation without yield" You berated my sunken self with various voices And each time I would float through the air

If I could love the ruins of our castles in the sky I wonder if I could even love this unfamiliar reality I've always been searching, even today, even tomorrow Though it was painful, I play tough though I can't reach the finish

Haven, O Haven where are you? As long as I can recall it, I'll hold fast to hope Laugh it all away for me, my Měilì ¹ A world where I'm not with you is colorless

If things like sound logic and truth give birth to flame I'll rain fictions upon them someday "Don't let go." I sing on Don't let go, I sing on In a future where both meanings are understood I entrust my life

A blackout², within an empty room I suckled the contents out of habit, tracing the classics³ Consume even the longings Phrases like "A collection of nonsense bears meaning" And "Every dark cloud has a silver lining" Let's believe in such sweet nothings-- How many times have you said that now?

All this nagging and such, just rushing to the finish with words like The things you've wanted to do from the start, will forever⁴ be undoable People say, ”To vanish from society, blasphemy, wriggling, wear and tear!" One of these days, I'll be rid your voice So I suppose I'll just live with my feet planted on the earth?

"Everything is okay it's all right now" And yet, I' unable to think like that I've always been hurting, so just what am I protecting?

I want to love the ruins of our castles in the sky I want to love even this reality as I am Despite it all, on the nights I'm battered by lows I'll always be by your side, clearing your mind

Haven, O Haven surely you're out there As long as I can be struck with inspiration I'll hold fast to reason Laugh it all away for me, my Měilì ¹ A world without you in it is colorless

If things like sound logic and truth give birth to flame I'll rain fictions down upon them someday You think it's all reckless, that it's all just a pipe dream, don't you? And yet, I still believe

Because my Haven will be there Though they're just castles in the sky I will keep on loving them In an empty room I'll light a light This unmistakable present moment I've chosen alongside you

O Haven, surely you'll find me "To the unique beat of my heart, Don't let go." Sing on Don't let go, sing on Both meanings and this moment, I understand them now I carry on living

Footnotes:

0- The title is is Haven; however, it seems that the imagery in the MV & the lyrics also suggest a possible reading of it being Heaven. I think they both can coexist, but Haven is the more accurate translation.

1 - Měilì is a Chinese word meaning beautiful in a feminine sense, it is also a name, it is also used in Nilfruits' other song Haruni which it is used in a similar manner. It may then, be good to consider parallels between that work. Notably, Nilfruits' description of Haruni is "For those who keep living" which parallels various sentiments in this song

2- A blackout here implies that which is used to change from scene to scene upon a theatrical stage

3- Tracing the classics here may imply how people who practice Shodou often extensively practice copying the classic examples of Japanese calligraphy to create a traditional looking style. This is often done extensively before a student is allowed to develop their personal style.

4- 永遠 (Eien) is pronounced Towa, which suggests the homophonic term, 永久 (Towa), which implies a kind of unchanging perpetuity & seems like that the things that cannot be done will always remain unable to be done, its use in this way is regarded as a Poetic Term & an uncommon reading

Translator Notes:

okay, i am a nilfruits DEFENDER when it comes to his vflower tuning, but i am so pleasantly surprised by the prsk tuning of len in this version!!! & of COURSE vbs actually sounds heavenly & angelic oh my goodness this is song is like christmas for me! i love the connections through thematics with "Haruni" & the mv is so lovely… it's absolutely ヘイブンリー hehe

ALSO if you'll indulge me in the akitoya for a bit… the subtle grammatical differences that result in the yearning…. oh they're so terrible i love them so much….

[jillraggett]

Plant of the Day

Monday 4 November 2024

In late autumn and remaining into early winter the flowers of Miscanthus sinensis var. condensatus 'Cosmopolitan' (eulalia, Japanese silver grass) add interest to the border. This tall deciduous grass produces arching green leaves with white margins and pale green midribs. It will thrive in a fertile, moist but well-drained soil in full sun.

Jill Raggett

[questionablemorally]

Somewhat late Christmas shenanigans (with a touch of Sebard):

- On Christmas morning, Finny had woken up before anyone else (other than Sebastian), and went to rouse the young master. Upon being awoken, Ciel had complained for approximately 10 minutes before giving up with the gardener’s insistence.

- Sebastian allowed the household, just this once, to have a break from their less necessary duties. So, only the actively needed jobs were done. MeyRin allowed herself a break, and managed to only crack one plate today! She still got a scolding for it, but it was a win in her mind.

- The rest of the day was spent opening presents with all of the household there. As expected, Ciel had the most, but he didn’t seem very interested in his presents. The most notable ones, the ones that got any sort of reaction from him, were from Finny and Soma: a silver flower broach with lilies and a festive-looking silk eyepatch with patterns embroidered into it.

- Finny was the most excited by everything, and his favourite gifts were a new pair of hardy gardening gloves from Ciel, a (thankfully child-friendly) magazine from Bard about nature, and the scarf Sebastian had knitted him. None of the other servants even knew he could knit, but Finny had loved the plant patterns on it!

- Bard chuckled politely when opening his presents, but wanted to see the reactions of other people to his gifts more. Still, when he opened one to one of those (not so child-friendly) magazines he’d been looking at in a store, he threw his head back and laughed heartily, while making sure the kids didn’t see it.

- MeyRin had loved the beautiful dress she’d gotten from Ciel. It was like her usual maid dress, but a little more fancy with red and white colouring. She also really appreciated the glasses chain that Snake had given her, a basic silver one with little flower decorations.

- Snake was perfectly content, as all of his snakes had now been decorated with little hats that Bard and MeyRin had teamed up to make… with a big help from Sebastian, since they didn’t know how to work a sewing machine very well.

- Tanaka sat in the corner with a new tea set, a traditional Japanese one much like his usual, and chuckled to himself at the others’ excitement.

- Everyone had managed to get each other a present each, except nobody had known what to get Sebastian! When asked at an earlier date, he’d told them to skip him, but he still received three gifts: one, from Elizabeth, a frilly pink apron for the kitchen. One, from all of the servants combined, a teapot with cats all over it (which he absolutely adored). And, finally, one without a name on it (but Ciel gave a little smile upon opening) that revealed a new pocket watch, shiny and with red little gemstones in the design.

- When afternoon came, everyone was bubbly and joyful, and Sebastian slunk off at some point to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Besides, Christmas dinner takes absolutely forever to make, and he had to do everything by hand. When he put the turkey in the oven to slow-cook for several hours, Bardroy wandered in and leaned on the counter. They had a little discussion about the festivities, but there was a teasing air to it all, with Bard making various flirty comments, and Sebastian reciprocated with his own, way more subtle remarks. Before Bard left, Sebastian grabbed his collar and whispered something in his ear before letting him go. Whatever it was left him really flustered for the rest of the day!

- Dinner was incredible. Sebastian outdid himself with all of the food, and Ciel rolled his eyes at the demon’s pride in announcing the meals. He couldn’t deny how amazing the food was, though, so he didn’t dare comment on it at all. For dinner, as well, Elizabeth had burst into the house, tailed by Soma and Agni, so he’d been joined by them at the table. All of the servants talked enthusiastically off to the side, including Agni in their conversation, and they all talked about the presents they’d gotten.

- After dinner, Elizabeth had insisted that Ciel dance with her. After some convincing, the boy finally gave in, remaining somewhat wobbly but managing to do the dance without standing on her foot. Well, without doing it a lot. She was pleased with his performance, and hugged him tightly before they moved to the drawing room to play cards.

- By the end of the day, Elizabeth and Soma returned to their usual homes, and Ciel was falling asleep in his seat. Sebastian sighed, picked him up and carried him to bed, where Ciel was dressed in sleep-appropriate clothes and gently tucked in.

[lalunanymph]

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀 — i. sae

"i thought of you with the birds, but you never sang for me."

There was a stream of fog rolling across the road, heralding a cold and bleak morning.

Your feet were planted on the dashboard of Itoshi Sae's BMW, the radio a far dissonance from the tension drowning the both of you in waves.

"Are you sure?"

He didn't sound angry or sad.

In fact, you never knew exactly what Sae was feeling.

His walls were too high, and the soft tenderness of his heart was often guarded by a ring of spikes many would not consider to climb. You were one of the lucky few who had wriggled your way under the famous prodigy's skin, latching like an open wound on his otherwise unblemished skin.

Now, after two years of an unfulfilling relationship, it was time to tear the bandaid off in one swift, numbing move.

"Yes."

You removed your feet from his dashboard, swiping at some dirt left behind. Breaking up with Sae was one thing, but leaving your dirty tracks was beneath you.

A hard swallow bundled through the hawthorn of nerves in your throat. You couldn't speak in case the spikes would prick you instead.

Those teal eyes never lifted from the road, the ticking of the indicator —showing right, a direction you wondered if you were smart enough to take when it came to protecting your heart from Sae—was blinking like a metronome at measured, three second intervals.

You expelled a shaky breath.

"Sae—"

"I think it's for the best."

He finally looked at you, and the shallow emotion on his blank face was all the confirmation you needed. Your heart sank to your stomach, your ribcage flat against the high seat of this luxurious car.

Another hard swallow. "Okay."

This was the first time you got out of his car without kissing his cheek. He would never ask you to commit that loving gesture, and you would never forget to give it to him no matter what. Now, his cheek tingled and your lips were cold.

"Bye bye."

Your whispered parting barely stirred the old ghosts lingering in the space you once sat.

You turned around and never looked back.

Perhaps, if you did, you would've changed your mind when the glossy sheen in his eyes made itself known in the partial darkness.

Life was quiet without you.

The sun was beating down the back of his neck, warming the silver chain he wore around his throat.

Sae sketched his listless eyes across the sprawling city right at his feet. The world was his, but he was growing apathetic to it day by day.

Cobblestone streets barely held their charm. The family-owned restaurant down the road selling home cooked Japanese food didn't lift his spirits anymore.

The world was colder now that you were gone.

Everyday, he would glance at his phone, wishing he could beat the timezones and distance to get back into your arms.

You were probably asleep right now, wrapped in your favourite kaftan blanket. Today's Friday, so you had work in a few hours. Sae knew you would head out for drinks at your local bar to decompress after another hectic week in the office. Maybe you would treat yourself to an ice-cream cone at a gas station on your drive back home.

He clenched his fists, exhaling a jagged breath.

Time seemed to slow down into molasses when he picked up his phone, shaking off his fears and hitting the call button on your contact card.

"Hello?"

It wasn't your voice on the other end.

Gruff and low, rough with sleep. The other man in your bed, the one you easily replaced him with, was waiting for your ex-boyfriend to speak.

Sae's throat went dry.

"Hello? Who is this?"

A sinking feeling dragged him under its current when his eyes were finally opened to the truth.

You had deleted his number.

His name under your contacts had changed. He remembered what it was before you two broke it off.

Sae bae. With a red heart and a padlock behind his name.

And now, you had done the impossible; you had forgotten him.

"Sorry." The lump in the back of his throat felt like coal, dredging his words with the minefield implosion of his hopes. "Wrong number."

The currents of time flowed as it did—in ebbs and whirls which made the fresh wound of your breakup with Sae turn into little more than an ugly scab in your memories.

Years later, you were married, walking down the street to a nearby grocery store when a headline on a news stand caught your eye.

You approached the newspaper with open curiosity, rereading a name you hadn't seen in a long time.

Japan's football prodigy, Itoshi Sae, announces his wife's pregnancy in a sweet Instagram post.

Something thrummed in your chest, painful and hot when you picked the print up, flipping to the stated page where that piece of news seared through your mind like a forest fire.

Itoshi Sae, Spain's midfielder, shows off his wife's baby bump in a new post that has fans excited for this new phase in his life.

Sae's smiling face was a blank slate in your static-filled mind. Setting the paper down, you pulled out your phone, dragging his social media handle up.

Your ex-boyfriend was a private man, but over the years, he grew comfortable enough in the public light to show off his wife in a way he never used to do for you.

Her dark eyes and smile were sweet and genial. She was pregnant, supporting a hand under her small bump while your auburn-haired ex had his arm around her, his face pressed into her neck.

They lived in a house by the sea, judging from your scrolling; his life unfurling before you like an unfamiliar book you once knew all the words to.

His wife looked healthy and well-taken care off; her smile was infectious and you found yourself turning wistful.

The gold band around your ring finger caught your attention, and you took a second to admire its shine.

Once upon a time, you thought a life like this with Sae could've been yours.

You envisioned your days by the beach, watching seagulls fly past the white clouds and feeling the waves lap at your toes. Maybe you would've been carrying his baby, one hand perched on your swollen belly while his soft teal eyes would find yours from across the stretch of sand.

Never would you have believed that the life you held onto had given way to another blessing you hadn't saw coming.

With all your heart, you wished Sae Itoshi the best.

He may have never sung for you, but you were relieved to discover he could sing for someone else.

And you were glad you had found another man who could give you the whole world and his heart, as well.

Miles away, where Sae's feet were dusted with sand, yours hit the pavement, high heels clicking off into the distance as you walked away from the news stand and the picture of his smiling, bright face—back into the safe embrace of your everyday life.

a/n: it's bittersweet how the currents of our lives may not intersect with the ones we want, but the ones we absolutely need.

©️ all works belong to lalunanymph. do not copy, repost or claim as your own.

[laismoura-art]

Ok folks, I've got a crazy theory I'd like to share with you! (Gotta see if I'm not alone in this)

Y'all know how I made a clan from scratch for Harumi, the Order of Cetrion, and I'd love if NRS also made a brand new clan for her.

But knowing MK1, I think they could end up making her clan

The Tengu!

That's all very speculative, so take everything I say with a grain of salt, but also hear me out!

The Tengu's original description was basically "a Japanese clan, enemy of the Lin Kuei, that was not the Shirai Ryu" and hmm, what clan do we have in MK1 that is Japanese, enemy of the Lin Kuei and FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, NOT THE SHIRAI RYU?

That's right, Harumi's clan!

That alone could qualify them, but I found some other cool details that I'd like to point out:

The Tengu is a legend from Japan and is described as a bird like creature that lives in forests and mountains.

And where do we see Harumi for the first time?

Surrounded by trees, maybe even in a forest!

There's also her outfits. We've seen two so far, the classic one and the wedding gown:

Her classic fit has a flowery pattern (which I know plenty of folks beside me use as an indication that she's is connected to nature), and her wedding gown not only has flowers but also birds in it!

And you know who else has birds on their outfits? The Tengu:

I think it would make sense to MK1 to use the Tengu cause they need a clan for Harumi and they have one sitting around that fit all the requirements!👀

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Now there's a bit that I'm still pondering:

What will be made of Wu Lae, the original Grandmaster of the Tengu?

I've got two... OK, three theories so far:

1. They will make a bit of a mash-up with these two characters. Sounds bold, but that's exactly what they did to Havik and Dariou (and arguably with Ermac and Jerrod), and as they genderbent Cyrax and Sektor I think they could make Harumi the one behind that mask.

I think they would essentially just put an feather looking silver armour in top of her classic fit and maybe the iconic mask so we can easily identify both characters.

2. They will make him Harumi's lieutenant. Basically give him the Sektor treatment. He's still an important member of the clan, but not the leader. (I quite love the idea of Harumi leading a women only clan, so I hope they genderbent him)

3. Wu Lae who?🙃

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Now, since I'm brainstorming, I got some ideas to add to my AU!

I've been wanting to make some changes to the Order of Cetrion, basically expand things, give it a big network with sub-clans all over the world (make it Lin Kuei level) and in case you're wondering, that's mostly so I can make a sub-clan in Brazil that is surrounded by living Guaraná plants that watch out for intruders!👁

I'm thinking about making the Tengu the main clan, located in Japan, founded and led my the Shirai family, and the Order of Cetrion being what's called this big network of clans and sub-clans.

Wu Lae will be Harumi's lieutenant (and a woman)

I'm still brainstorming the details, and I'm taking suggestions!🩷

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So, what do you think? Too crazy of a theory, or is there something here?

[melit0n]

A NEW ARCADIA.

-> A florist's comprehensive identification and minor analysis of the flowers and plants shown in 'Show Me How to Dance Forever.'

PART ONE: flower/plant ID and analysis

You are here -> PART TWO: flower/plant ID and analysis

PART THREE: why pink?

5. Magical Red Ruby Hydrangea (what a name, ey?)

-> These pretty guys are symbols of heartfelt emotions, love and gratitude, which are, like the flowers before hand, consistent themes within Sleep Token's music. They're also commonly used in romantic bouquets for lovers who've been together for a while.

6. Boston Ivy

-> Boston Ivy is a somewhat tricky plant to pin down a specific connotation for. On one hand, since it's an ivy, some see it as a symbol of fidelity (once it's attached, good luck getting it to let go) and immortality, since it's an evergreen. On the other, it's one for adaptability, since it manages to grow in almost everywhere you place it.

I'm probably digging too far into this, but, since it's creeping down the pillars (and likely to overwhelm the other plants given the chance), I'd like to say it's a representation of Sleep; slowly creeping His way into Eden.

But, what's interesting with Boston Ivy, is that it only goes red/pink before it dies. Something something stuck in the throat of a dying God.

7. Chinese Silver Grass (guesstimate)

-> Can you tell I'm not good with grasses? Lol. That aside, we're back to plants that represent adaptability and resilience! They also symbolise grace (due to how they sway in the wind), and endurance. Across a few different (mainly Asian) traditions, it's celebrated for it's resilience (if I had a nickle for every time I wrote that word today...), symbolising the human spirit's capacity to thrive against the odds. I'm looking at you and your indomitable human spirit, Vessel.

8. Acer (guesstimate; two pixels worth of tree there)

-> I love these trees to death. In Japanese culture, during the Edo period (1603-1868), they were often planted in the gardens of temples and palaces; symbolising elegance and balance—the perfect tree to have in the Arcadia garden. They also double as a symbol for serenity and tranquility, too.

°•. ✿ And so this concludes all the plants/flowers I spotted! I think there may be a few more, but the image is a bit too blurry for me to see. Again, if anybody sees anything else, let me know! I'll make a fourth part, happily.

[boyneptunee]

8k, tomarry, fluff, time travel, murder mystery with magic, MOD HP

(or) Tom Riddle keeps stumbling over things that don't make sense, until they do. There is a magical cat, an antique shop and a string of murders, when life has been nothing but boring lately. (Chaos ensues).

There was a one eyed cat sitting on the still of Borgin and Burke's.

It looked up lazily, sleepily as Tom's shadow obscured its form where it sat against the rotting black wood Burke refused to replace no matter how many times it fell apart, only to be reluctantly stitched back together with magic and intent alone.

One eye had been meticulously shut with care, the scar leaving faint grey lines against its skin. The only one eye visible was as green as an emerald and so intense Tom had the brief unwelcome thought of carving it out with a spoon to make a pendant for himself.

The black cat cast a singular penetrating gaze at him and seemed to find him lacking, as it resumed the meticulous grooming it had been adamant on doing since before Tom arrived. Being dismissed by such a small creature felt like a personal offense somehow. Tom readied a mild hex at his fingertips.

One tail swung back and forth, agitated, before splitting down the middle into two long wispy tails made mostly of black smoke. There was an old japanese tale, he recalled, of cat spirits who possessed two tails (they also consumed human meat, and were said to be rather malicious in nature). They could also summon magic with their tails and had a particular affinity for necromancy .

"Move then, I need to open the shop." Tom sidestepped the cat once it scooted towards one side and took out a big ring full of long skeleton keys from the pocket of his coat, knowing from experience the lock refused to settle for only one key, no matter how many times it was changed over the years. The door knew too, that making Tom try more than two keys each morning would lead to a flammable disaster.

The door opened on the first try.

Tom turned to look back at the little creature still sitting on the still.

It held no collar and no identification he could see.

"Well?" He prompted, holding the door open with his shoulder as he looked down. "Are you coming in or not?"

~

There was a new store on one of the few unnamed side Alleys that branched off of Diagon.

It sat by the end of a cobblestone street, alone. Most of the surrounding shops had closed or given away to rot or decay, the war with Grindelwald stretching far and wide and making more and more people flee in hopes of finding a home away from War.

The shop had a front entirely made of old oak wood, dark and polished as it curved over the entrance door like an archway come alive right out of a renaissance painting. Below, a dark green wooden door with four little glass windows awaited, a sign painted in delicate strokes indicated the shop was open.

The only window visible from the outside was filled to the brim with plants, from big ones to smaller ones, from cactus to succulents and all the range of interior plants in all shapes and sizes, climbing up and down the wooden frame of the window like vines. One would think, perhaps mistakenly, that it was a herbology store.

However, inside was absolutely crowded from top to bottom with an innumerable amount of... things .

It was an antique shop.

~

Abraxas had been against Tom working at Borgin & Burke's for the longest time.

As much as the shop had a frequent clientele of Dark Witches and Wizards of all origins and held the most foul and interesting objects one knew to find in a decrepit corner of Knockturn, it was also terribly unsafe.

Tom was meant for grandness . Not... whatever this was.

Abraxas had begged and pleaded and tried to reason with Tom, to drag him out of there and into his Manor countless times. He had sat and talked to Orion Black about it more times than he cared to mention, only to be turned back and again by the cold freezing silver eyes each time he brought it up.

"It's his choice." Had been Orion's only answer, the second time Abraxas had tried to reason with him.

' His choice ' he'd said, but was it really?

Tom had always been a man striving for the top, he never contented himself with anything less than exceptional and he was not a man so prideful that he would not accept help from the outside.

And yet.

Yet, there he stood, behind the counter of Borgin & Burke's each morning, shadows pulling at his blue eyes and curls falling just over his nose, hair the longest Abraxas had ever seen him wear.

He was, perhaps perplexingly enough, speaking to a cat.

He looked up as Abraxas approached, blue eyes as intense as ever.

"Tom." Abraxas side eyed the black cat sitting on the counter, knowing from experience animals had a blatant dislike for him. He looked back at Tom, who wore a rather indulgent look about him so out of place in the decrepit shop that made Abraxas remember mornings spent bent over cauldron's and shared breakfasts at the Slytherin table. That look had been rather absent as of late.

Tom hummed in greeting, long fingered hand petting the black cat from head to tail.

The cat had only one green eye, looking down at Abraxas like he was a particularly nasty bug and was weighing the pro's and con's of eating him whole.

An impossible notion, surely .

A shudder went through him. Perhaps best not to test it.

"We have been invited to the Samhain gathering." Abraxas took a step down the counter, trying to get away from the cat as he took an envelope out from the depths of his robes. The hellish creature followed him with its unnerving eye, pupil slimming down to a thin long line in the center.

"Who is hosting this year?" Tom waved a hand and the envelope floated up and away from Abraxas, seal breaking and opening before him.

"House Lestrange." He answered back. Tom pulled a face, before closing his eyes and letting out a sigh. Abraxas felt much the same about the whole situation, already dreading the long hours of having to deal with the new Head of the Family without the possibility for an escape.

Sadly, as much as the invitation was that, an invitation to attend, they could not be absent.

"Orion?" Tom asked, letting the envelope fall and taking a step back and away from the polished wooden counter, arms crossed over his chest.

The cat turned towards him, forgetting Abraxas entirely as it stretched towards Tom with languid movements. Tom indulged it a bit, one hand reaching out to rub against its cheek and up an ear. The cat leaned into the touch, purring loudly, the sound not dissimilar to the Draught of Living Death boiling on a cauldron top.

Abraxas watched the exchange with wide eyes, before remembering himself.

"Attending. Lord Black has been more and more insistent he start to take more responsibilities as the Heir." He could remember both Lucretia and Orion standing side by side as they walked behind their father on their way to a Wizengamot meeting. Orion was burning two silver holes on his Lord's back, while Lucretia walked a half step behind him, an old anger pulling at her features like a vulture.

Lord Black had picked Orion over his twin sister for the Heirship, and neither sibling seemed to be particularly happy about it.

Since then, Orion had more or less disappeared from their lives entirely.

"It'll be a while before he retires." Tom stated, eyes looking to a point far away, considering.

And it certainly would. They both knew Lord Black would not cede control of the Black Estate to anyone if he was not on his deathbed. Far too many hands were reaching out and hoping to take the Lordship, but Arcturus was nothing if not tenacious and particularly immune to poison.

If it were anyone but Arcturus Black sitting at the Head, Abraxas was sure the House of Black would have fallen in the same fate House Lestrange currently faced.

Tom sighed. His hand fell away from the cat, leaning one arm on the counter to gaze down at the offending letter.

"Let's meet at Black Manor." He said, his tone clear that Abraxas would be the one to inform the Blacks. "Salazar knows I can't stand Callum Lestrange speaking anything more than a greeting."

"Hopefully his wine will be poisoned." And hopefully both Abraxas and Tom would be far enough away from the power vacuum when it happened.

A slow smirk made way on the other boy's face. The cat let out a discontent sound, clearly put off by the lack of attention.

"Oh, Abraxas. It'll certainly be a show worth watching. "

~

Unbeknownst to most of the residents of Diagon, the antique shop had been one of the first buildings to appear in the Alley. Of course, it had been a different time, and the streets were not shaped quite the same.

As time went past, new shops had grown from the ground up like tenacious weeds around the shop, warping and changing the map as they pleased.

The antique shop, of course, had not always been an antique shop. It had started out of all things, as a library .

A public library for all witches and wizards who desired knowledge and craved stories from somewhere deep in their hearts. Only those curious enough would find themselves obscuring its doorstep.

The library had been home to countless books and grimoires, plants that crawled between shelves and faires that made houses out of sticks and notes left forgotten on tables. Despite its deceptively small exterior, inside it was a whole world on its own.

Floor upon floors of knowledge harvested through the years by peers from all over stood on shelves, or stacked on top of one another on tables or on the wooden floor, and even hanging from the ceiling.

The little haven was open at all hours, if not always manned by someone up front. The lights were scattered throughout, coming from oil lamps and candles and small magical fires, all perfectly safe to be within a library, as was standard after the burning of Alexandria.

Some people only found the library once in a lifetime.

Others would come across it quite often.

Some others, the ones who did remember a time where they had entered such a place, vowed to stay between its books the next time they encountered it. As such, it was not strange to find people making a home for themselves between the shelves, transfiguring armchairs and tables into beds and tents to sleep in.

The air inside was cozy and warm, filled to the brim with magic and in the background there was always a lonesome tune coming from a piano abandoned somewhere on the third floor. Sometimes, if people came across it, they would sit and play to their heart's content, and the piano would play something cheery and joyful for days after, before remembering its loneliness and playing mournful tunes after. Someone at some point had thought to leave a plant to keep it company, and ever since then the music had been less melancholic and more something along the lines of classical tunes. It always depended on the mood and tilt to the leaves of the plant, that over the years had grown exponentially under the care of the piano, and reached across the floor towards a window quite easily.

However, curiosity and creativity in all its forms seemed to die a slow painful death in Britain.

From countless Wars, to witch burnings, to the Great Depression, made the library literally inaccessible to the average witch or wizard just going through the motions of life hoping for better days ahead.

After all, if one didn't seek, one wouldn't find.

The library and its occupants remained alone for a long time.

Soon enough, even those who had ventured into its depths forgot such a magical place existed.

~

Someone was trying to kill the Lestrange Head before he even made his introductions, stuttering and twitching, glassy brown eyes moving from place to place as he motioned for Lord Black and his wife around the parlor.

It was not the fact someone was so blatantly trying to kill him (as that was rather usual) it was the dark threads woven around his body like a particularly dark marionette moving him around like a fool. It was rather distasteful.

House Lestrange would be a case study for historians to come, that was for sure. After Corbin Lestrange had fallen prey to Dragon Pox a year prior, the continuity of the legacy of his House had been put to question. After all, the man had no children to call his own.

What followed had been a bloody path of betrayals, murders, back stabbings and public executions that left the House a fraction of what it once was.

Hence the fact that Callum Lestrange, a boy two years his junior and barely reaching the eighteen years of age required to take up the Lordship was being displayed like a marionette. His older brother, who had been Tom's classmate and a fellow Slytherin, had taken one look at the bloody throne and had let the Lordship pass down to his younger brother. Corvus was no fool, and yet, if his little brother fell he would be sure to follow.

Whoever was behind the fall of House Lestrange would not be content to leave anyone alive, it seemed.

The threads around the Lord —a boy really— wavered and tensed as his body was moved. Lord Black was growing increasingly irate at the whole display, and simply scoffed as Callum's bottom lip wobbled as he showed them towards the ball room with stiff and violent movements.

The ambient magic around them suddenly became oppressive, heavy and thick. Malicious and void-like. The threads tightened around the puppet's neck like a noose. A warning for others to not intervene. The boy choked and reached for his neck with desperate hands, only to be stopped by the very same threads, a whimper fell from his lips as the noose tightened and closed off his air supply.

Tom watched with dispassionate eyes as the show continued. He wondered at what point the Aurors would be called in.

Then, a single movement came from the heavy magic that had settled around them, distinctively different from the one surrounding the threads around the boy. It wavered in the air, there and gone again in an instant.

All the strings holding the boy were cut, the magic snapping back like a sling towards the caster. The boy fell with a thud, unconscious.

Somewhere deep in the ballroom, someone fell to their knees with a scream.

"How unpleasant." Lord Black murmured, eyes on the fallen boy. He walked towards the ballroom with his wife, not looking back.

Tom looked around for the one responsible, but no one was anywhere near the entrance, all the attending parties more than put off by the offending display of power.

Tom peeled away from Abraxas and Orion, who both stood gazing down at Callum, half tempted to help him.

A witch appeared from between the crowd in the ballroom pushing people out of her path, robes fluttering about as she made her way towards them with purposeful steps.

She wore a look so angry and violent Orion took one look and grabbed Abraxas to move him out of her way.

Cassiopeia Black kneeled by the unconscious body, uncaring for her pristine black robes and started casting diagnostic spells around, all the while cursing and bad mouthing people left and right.

Orion stood by his cousin's back and waved them off, knowing the whole process would take a long while.

Cassiopeia's wife walked sedately towards them, a put off look on her face that signaled she might have puked somewhere along the way.

Tom left them to it, steps taking him away from the entrance towards the main room where music was playing in the background.

He let his magic reach out, trying to find the threads of magic of the one that had so beautifully snapped the strings like they were made of paper.

He found a man –a boy really, going by the baby fat clinging stubbornly to his cheeks– stood by himself in a corner, dressed in a black robe that touched the ground each time he moved. Dark grey antlers had been stitched on his back, curving delicately up and over his shoulders like a necklace.

A glass of wine was dangling from one slack hand, gaze set somewhere far and out a window that looked to the gardens below.

He turned to Tom as he came to stand by his side. His eyes were as green as two emeralds, and a scar in the shape of lightning ran down one side of his face from temple to cheek. The hairs at his temple where the scar began, along with the eyelashes on the same side had turned white.

He was beautiful .

His magic felt more tame now, less hungry.

"You shouldn't have." Tom prompted as a way of greeting.

The boy smiled, indulgent as he turned to face him. The grey antlers stitched in the fabric that extended from his back ended somewhere around his chest, from where leaves of dark green and yellow dangled down his front like vines.

"Shouldn't I?" He tilted his head, and curls fell over his forehead as he looked up at Tom. A small smile played at his lips.

He smelled like vanilla and roses.

"I'll be sure to have consequences." He leaned forward a bit, into the boy's space, trying to get a feel of both his magic and sweet scent.

" Will it? " A real smile stretched then, full of teeth.

Samhain at Aviary Manor was terribly dreadful. He had known it would be since he accepted the invitation.

In fact, he was sure each family that had been invited knew it would be a shit show, and yet not one of them had come forward to take the host mantle from the Lestranges.

To be sure, no one wanted that kind of family drama in their own homes.

On top of that, Tom was growing rather bored of the stagnant conversations floating around, every single guest present trying to one up the other with useless accomplishments, or new positions within the corrupt Ministry, or new houses bought on foreign land for an extraordinarily inflated price, and so on and on it dragged on.

Finally, when he thought he wouldn't be able to stand another story about a breeder who liked to sell Kneazles bred with Wampuses (and what dreadful creatures, so wild they would bite the hand that fed them) , a hand gently laid on his back.

He turned his head to find two green eyes curiously gazing up at him, a knowing look about him that said he knew he was interrupting and he just didn't care.

The boy leaned in to whisper in his ear, standing on the tips of his toes and using his arm for balance in a display not often seen in the crowd Tom was used to frequent. Too close. Too improper .

"Do you dance?" His voice was breathy and playful, their faces close together.

"Obviously." He muttered back, face turning to lock onto green eyes.

" Obviously . " The boy repeated back, expectant and unabashed at his own forwardness.

Well. Dancing certainly seemed more entertaining than standing around listening to people trying to tilt their noses any more closer to the ceiling.

He adjusted the arm the boy was already touching, prompting him to hold on.

"Let's go, then."

He dragged the stranger somewhere towards the outskirts of the dancing crowd, grabbing onto his cold hand and turning him about. He guided him to hold onto his shoulder, while his own hand settled right above his hip.

"They really don't know when to let it go, do they?" The boy mumbled, gaze locked towards the direction they had just come from. "I swear this looks like a dick measuring competition."

A startled chuckle left Tom's lips.

"What, you didn't want to join?" He couldn't help himself, even if he tried.

"Do I look like someone who would want to– don't answer that ." He cast a suspicious look up at Tom, green eyes narrowed. "Do you like to watch the dick measuring?"

A smirk stretched across Tom's face.

"I'm not opposed." And Salazar knew just how far Tom had gone in the past to get the things he wanted. The amount of things he had to stand by and shoulder just to get a glimpse of what should have been his in the first place. He didn't lower himself quite so hard as of late, more than angry enough to strike if looked at with even a hint of contempt in the faces of his peers.

"Of course you aren't." The stranger shot back, aggravated.

"Are we still speaking of pricks? " The smile on Tom's face was somewhere between predatory and entertained.

The boy tilted his head to the side, green eyes framed by silver wire glasses glinting with mischief. Up close the scar looked more like a natural discoloration of the skin rather than a carving down his flesh. Tom could count the white eyelashes obscuring one green eye with how close they stood together.

"Dunno, are we?" There was a hint of teasing in his tone, light and airy as he leaned a little into Tom's space.

Tom retaliated, and grabbed onto his waist more firmly, arm going all the way around forcing the boy to take a step (a stumble) towards him.

The boy scoffed, a look half offended crossing his face. His nose scrunched up and the light dusting of freckles across his skin moved in unison like stars reflected on water.

"How about introductions before you insinuate yourself to me?" Tom settled on, as he moved them from side to side, steps easy and measured.

"Is that what you think I was doing?" The boy muttered back, eyes falling towards their feet, trying to find the rhythm. He took a stumble and a sidestep, almost stepped into Tom's shoes twice before he leaned more heavily onto him.

"Weren't you?"

" You're the one who approached me in the first place!" He looked contrite and impossibly offended, an impatient hand moving the curls around his face back and away before settling it back on Tom's shoulder.

A smirk broke onto his face before Tom could think to stop it.

"Perhaps I was the one doing the se–"

"Harry." He interrupted, before Tom could continue. "Well. Hadrian , technically." He clarified, an uncomfortable shift to his step letting Tom know he didn't like the form of address. "Peverell." He added, more as an afterthought than anything.

"Tom Riddle."

" I know ."

"Oh?" Well . Wasn't that interesting? After all, Tom knew little to nothing of his surname. He was sure, however, he'd heard it somewhere. Perhaps a foreign name?

"You came with Lord Black." Harry said, as if that was any form of explanation.

"I did." Tom's tone hinting at Harry to continue, but the boy only looked away towards the dancing crowd.

"I can't believe they let them Host with the smell of cooling bodies in every corner of the Manor. They even planted roses at the front, the disrespect." He spoke in a low voice, only meant for Tom's ears. He was looking towards the entrance door.

Indeed, in the front garden white roses had been planted besides the main path, unusually in full bloom for the time of year, too late into fall for them to be so full of flowers. The sickly sweet smell of roses had almost made Tom gag as they approached the front door.

"Why roses?" He couldn't help but ask, as the boy seemed impossibly offended by this fact alone.

He looked back at Tom, green eyes searching for a moment. He answered back slowly, carefully and with a patient tone about him that said he knew much more than he let on.

"It has been described to me, multiple times and on countless occasions, that death smells sickly sweet ." He said, with a put upon look that said it was all bullshit. "It really doesn't. It smells foetid, sour and pungent. Meat is meat, after all, and death comes whether or not it's a muggle or a witch or a rat. The bitterly sweet smell of vanilla and flowers is to cover it all up. But you can definitely tell it's not just the roses up at front."

Tom hummed, swaying them gently away from the warpath of a couple intent on twirling out of orbit.

"They really are smearing their name through the mud. Soon enough there will be no one to sit on that god awful throne, and the vultures will pick at their bodies like a feast."

The infamous throne sat in the corner of the ball room. It was tacky, Victorian in nature. Multiple ravens crawled on top of one another made out of metal and glass. In some parts it was rusting, and hints of red here and there could be caught in the light of the candles.

"Another show." Tom agreed, as soon as House Lestrange fell, another would take its place. It was a matter of survival.

Harry sighed in his arms, dragging Tom away towards the edge of the crowd as the couple circling around had once more almost bumped into them.

"Enough of that. What about you, Tom Riddle?" There was an air that said Harry had much more to say about the Lestranges, but he withheld his tongue.

"Shouldn't you know? You knew who I came with, after all." He teased.

"Excuse me, I don't pretend to know every single one of Orion's little friends." He had the vague notion that he'd never been referred to as such.

"I resent that."

"Good." A mischievous smile settled on the curve of Harry's lips.

"How do you know each other, then?" A groan left Harry as he tilted his head back towards the ceiling, exasperated beyond measure.

"Lord Black invited me over for tea last month, he tried to coax me into a marriage with his daughter—"

"To Lucretia?"

"–I should have known, really." He continued, as if he hadn't interrupted him. However, the pink tint to his cheeks betrayed him. The freckles became more prominent against his blush, going from beneath his eyes all the way up his temple and around his nose. "After I told him I really wasn't interested he changed tracks and started on about how Orion would be an excellent match and–"

"To Orion? " Harry turned impossibly redder.

"– shut up! Anyways I barely escaped that conversation, only for him to try and corner me to introduce me to his son on each and every place we cross paths–"

"Terribly dreadful." He mumbled beneath his breath, however Harry was on one track and speaking a mile a minute.

" Isn't it? I can't even look at the twins in the eyes knowing their father is trying to set us up–"

"Do you want to be set up?"

" No! It would be like... marrying into my own family, I don't know." He grimaced.

"That isn't a deterrent to most people in this room." Tom threw in, just to watch Harry glare back up at him. When Harry noticed the playful gleam in his eyes he tossed his head back with a groan.

"Don't play into it too." He whined, hitting the back of his hand lightly against Tom's chest.

"Why not, darling? You look possibly entertained, dare I say." Tom swayed them from side to side at the rhythm of the music, a possessive hand still curved around Harry's waist, keeping their bodies flush against each other.

"Do you want me to marry Orion?" There was an accusing tone somewhere deep in there.

"You would make a dreadful consort." Tom said, poking at him a little.

The whine Harry let out in response was truly delightful. He leaned forward into Tom's chest, hiding his red face somewhere in between the lapels of his robes.

"You're awful."

Tom bit his lip, endeared beyond measure and terribly fascinated.

"I've been told. Many times ."

"I'm sure you have."

They danced for a while, sharing comments on the dress of some or another, critiquing a Lord who was way too drunk for the time of night, or the god-awful wood one of the witches at the far corner called a wand.

Tom wasn't blind to the looks they were getting as more and more time went on, when neither of them changed dancing partners.

Lord Black looked personally offended by the whole thing.

Harry was an easy weight on his arms, comfortable and self assured as he found his footing in between their steps, following along both Tom and the music as they moved across the room.

Their dance was interrupted just as Harry was starting to slow, clearly tired of going around in circles. Tom had wanted to ask if he wanted to sit down and eat, but he didn't get the opportunity to do so.

Orion appeared by their side like a particularly uninvited dark cloud. Harry turned away to hide his face on Tom's chest, far too improper and impossibly amusing.

"Would you like to dance, Hadrian?" Orion asked in the most monotone Tom had ever heard him utter out. He looked as enthusiastic as Harry at the prospect. He was only being polite for the sake of his father, Tom knew.

It didn't make the curl of anger and jealousy any less intense.

" No ." Harry mumbled against the fabric of his robes, face still buried.

"I could get you a drink, perhaps?" He continued, as if Harry hadn't spoken.

Harry only grabbed tighter onto Tom, and if he had been anyone else but this endearing boy he would have cursed them black and blue.

Orion looked at him in the eyes and took a careful step back. He wouldn't want to step on a serpent ready to strike, after all.

"How about a walk outside?" He said. But he was not addressing Harry. The question was turned to Tom, begging him to get them away to have an out of the situation just so Lord Black wouldn't come breathing down his neck again.

Tom nodded, prying Harry's hands away from his robes as he walked them down towards the gardens.

"They really don't know when to quit, I swear." Harry mumbled as they lost sight of Orion and the surrounding crowd.

Tom wondered what made Harry so special Lord Black wanted him in his family by unbreakable ties so insistently.

~

The Library had fallen slowly to decay, after a time. The books remained unread, gathering dust and magic, forgotten where they sat for years and years and years. The armchairs remained unused, moving from side to side of the library wondering why no one would come in.

A ghoul had moved in at some point, and after the last of a long dynasty of shopkeepers died in their sleep, it took over manning the desk.

The ghoul didn't much understand the concept of time, and much less the use of Wizarding money. But it kept the shop clean of other plagues, such as insects and rats and the occasional ashwinder , a magical snake that grew from the everlasting magical fire by the corner of the main floor when the ghoul wasn't looking.

For a brief period of two years, a kind witch had tried to convert it into a cozy little coffee shop. As one can imagine, it didn't last .

Both the ghoul and the magical fire had refused to leave, the books had been crammed into the attic one on top of another and the armchairs reluctantly repurposed.

Yet, the buildings falling apart around it, and the fact that the little side alley's entrance, branching from Diagon, was covered by bigger, flashier shops made it impossible for the café to survive.

Years went by, and the building sat sad and (mostly) empty.

Then the Childe of Death came along.

~

The smell from the gardens at the back of the Aviary Manor was less intense than those at front. It probably had something to do with the lack of rose brushes set up on every inch of the path leading up the front door. It had clearly been a statement, for those who knew to read into it.

Like Harry.

Tom spied at his companion from the corner of his eyes, from his slim build to the dark circles most people would cover behind a glamour. It was clearly intentional on his part, as he seemed to leave nothing for speculation.

His hands were covered in silver rings carved with runes and stones inlaid in between, and pendants and piercings hung from his ears and glinted in the moonlight every time he turned his head.

He wondered what the antlers at his back meant.

Everything about him was slightly dark, and he carried something heavy with him Tom could not name, but he could feel deep within himself.

A sense of uneasiness, despite his rather cheerful and harmless demeanor.

A mask of sorts.

It felt like a pull, as if Harry was a black hole and Tom nothing but a dying star waiting to be sucked in, stardust and magic wavering between them, dancing around just as their bodies had, not a moment before.

Harry looked up at him from beneath his bangs, green eyes curious.

They were finally far enough for the music in the ballroom to be nothing but a murmur in the night.

The Estate where the Aviary sat was within a valley split by a roaring river flowing from the surrounding mountains, water clear most of the year, except for a few weeks where rainstorms fell with the fury of gods seeking vengeance, water tearing apart stones and earth in it's path down the mountain, dark and muddy and dangerous.

The water was clear now, a mirror of silver flowing calmly and without rush.

A wooden bridge had been erected at some point, curved over the river bed. On the other side there was a long stretch of green tall grass, seemingly unaffected by the cold.

Tom and Harry walked close together, shoulders brushing as they made their way down to the water.

Harry slipped a hand on one of his robe pockets and pulled out a brown piece of paper that was crinkled at the edges. The strong smell of dark chocolate reached Tom's nose before his eyes could settle on the dark treat between Harry's hands.

A smile had settled on Harry's face when their eyes met, and he offered up a piece without being prompted.

The bittersweet taste, mixed together with the feeling of Harry's heavy magic made Tom sigh and close his eyes as they walked down the slope of the hill. The calming sound of the water and the chill feeling of the night made the knot stubbornly sat between his shoulder blades, tighten and let go.

Harry slipped his arm on the crook of his elbow and leaned towards him a little, just resting his weight as they walked down in tandem.

"Do you think either Callum or Corvus will be dead by the time we walk back?" His voice stretched far in the night.

"I don't know." Tom responded, a lightness to his tone he hadn't had in himself in a while. "Depends on how much time you want to spend out here with me." He teased. "An hour? Perhaps two?" He let a beat pass between them. " Three days? "

A startled laugh left Harry, light and fleeting in the night.

"An eternity ?" Harry shot back instead, green eyes looking far into the night sky. The stars seemed to twinkle in answer.

"I can deal with that."

~

The antique shop was filled to the brim with objects.

Just as the library had, the items had been collected from hand to hand and passed down a long line of people to reach the shop.

The shelves that had once made up the library had been repurposed with loving hands, and narrow paths stretched between them as they stood side by side. If a person were to enter they would have to dodge items that refused to stay on the confines of the shelves themselves, sometimes on the floor or floating around trying to find a spot to call a temporary home.

Not one item was the same as another, on the main floor. From priceless heirlooms of long lost families, to stones and jewelry lovingly crafted by Goblins, to paintings and statues on all shapes and sizes.

The top of the shelves themselves acted as a middle floor, between the main floor and the first one, connected by planks of wood and ladders to open a path between each section. Even more objects had been placed there, and the plants hanging from the ceiling looked down with apprehension as people walked on the precariously placed paths on top of the bookshelves. Little kids, as usual, loved to climb.

The second and third floor functioned mostly as the original building had intended: a Library. The books had been more than pleased to be put back on the shelves, on the floor and tables and even windowsills. Muggle records and books had been added, and even if they didn't hold any magic themselves, they soaked the ambient flow around them like sponges, filling up to the littlest atom with magic. The surrounding books found it funny, so they let the muggle things stay.

The armchairs moved from place to place, and sometimes they even came down to the main floor and helped people along the shop like particularly enthusiastic puppies.

The ghoul still manned the desk sometimes, but more often than not it sat behind it by an open window that was sunny year round, a couple of plants had been placed by it's stool and it grumbled and grunted from time to time to remind the rude people that visited the store, it was still very much alive (as much as a creature such as this could be) and would not hesitate to being harm if they were being disrespectful. The plants around it seemed to agree with the sentiment, and they would curl around the shoulders of the shop owner with a possessiveness not seen anywhere else in Britain.

The basement had been a new addition.

It was not easily accessible for those witches and wizards that came from the world above looking to buy or sell, looking to read and wander.

The basement was a transition place for some.

A train station for others. A pit stop on a long ride that would take them elsewhere.

Sometimes it served as a tea house, or a coffee stop, or even a forest.

For Harry, it was the place where he saw the most people come through.

Somewhere simply lost and trying to find their way back, even if their souls told them they had to go on. For others, it was a place to share tea and stories and wait for just a little more. They were not ready yet.

Sometimes all they needed was an ear to listen. Someone to tell all the troubles they'd had in life and still wrapped around them in death.

Some were angry beyond measure, and they would lash out and try to find a way out to hurt the people above. Harry could not let those go.

The ghoul manned the desk for days and days after the angry ones visited. An impatient and concerned tone to its grunts that informed the local shoppers it was not to be aggravated too much, lest it would attack. The plants sometimes had to hold onto it for good measure.

Most of all, the shop was filled with magic. And stories. And the occasional ghost.

Harry was quite proud of it, even if it wasn't the life he would have envisioned for himself once upon a time.

Sirius' death during his fifth year, and the consequent hunger that had haunted his every step had been more than enough for Harry to take the wrong train one night.

Enough to end up in the tea house below an abandoned library-turned-shop.

Death had been more than pleased at the company.

~

Harry stepped first into the wooden bridge, and dragged Tom by the hand until they stood together in the middle.

The calming sound of the water was a balm to his soul. He had seen way too many shadows clinging to people for one night. He didn't need to know exactly how many people would obscure his doorstep in the next few months, thank you.

He turned to the boy by his side.

Tom Riddle both looked so much like the shadow of the Diary he had met in his second year, and yet nothing like it. He looked older, and a tiredness that could not be fixed by sleep or rest pulled down at his blue eyes. His hair stood long in loose curls, the point between having to cut it or commit to a ponytail not far now. He looked pale and a little hollow, and yet he stood tall by Harry, and impossibly warm.

He was half a Soul now, he knew. It should not be possible for this boy to stand as warm and as sane as he did.

There was a void in the tear of his soul Harry had felt as soon as he had stepped on the dance floor. It sucked light and magic with a tremendous pull, and Harry wondered how it was Tom hadn't noticed.

His magic worked overtime to fill the void that would remain open like a wound left to fester and crawl with foulness if left alone.

Harry turned to face him, eyes closed and hand resting somewhere in Tom's chest.

He could feel it even now, trying to pull his own magic in the black hole in hopes it would fix it.

The amount of magic required to keep it going made Harry intimately aware he stood beside the most powerful wizard he had encountered, ever.

A second coming of Merlin, perhaps. If only he hadn't been so foolish to think a simple Horcrux would be enough to stray Death from his path.

Half a Soul was half the magic, after all.

It was impressive the only tales of soul sickness were the dark circles and the pale complexion. It spoke more about his strength than Harry was careful to admit, even to himself.

He let his magic be sucked by the boy, and he felt more than heard the sigh Tom let out.

They were standing already very close together, but Tom brought him even closer by putting an arm around him.

When he lifted his head he found two dark intense eyes gazing down at him, perhaps a little perplexed at the mystery package that was Harry himself.

He couldn't help the hand that moved the curls away from Tom's handsome face, a thought between grabbing a pair of scissors or using magic to get rid of the extra length.

Tom must have sensed his intentions, as his eyes turned a little mischievous.

"I know." He sighed, put upon.

"Yet you let it get this long." Harry tugged a curl down and stretched it as far as it could go. It reached somewhere around his chin. "Either commit to it or cut it. Terribly improper of you to go around with a mop for a head full of hair."

A sharp smile was all the warning he got, as a hand tugged down the satin piece of fabric holding his hair in place and mostly away from his face. Black curls settled around his face like a mane. There was a reason Harry didn't wear his hair down without an excessive amount of hair products. His curls were not soft and tame like Tom's, rather they stubbornly wanted to fit one on top of the other in tight circles and twists. It had been worse when he had short hair, as the ends spiked every which way they wanted.

"Hey!" He went for the cloth with small hands, even as Tom held it out of reach and above their heads.

"You are one to talk about cutting down hair."

"Don't you dare shame me for my hair, Tom Riddle. It was all well and good before you got your hands on it!"

Perhaps Harry should have worded it differently.

Hands sunk into the back of his hair, warm and big and playful. They tilted his head back and Harry had no choice but to meet Tom's hungry gaze.

There was no question needed between them, no confirmation for the next step in their dance.

Tom's lips met his in a slow kiss, languid and wet and right .

Harry sighed as he leaned more weight onto him, knowing his hands would hold his body firm and the warmth of their magic met in the middle, in all the points where they touched. His hands went from Tom's chest up his neck and up his cheeks.

Tom's hands traveled down his back to his waist, and held Harry more firmly in his place against him.

Tom Riddle smelled oddly sweet. Like a half blend between vanilla and chocolate fighting for its life, a hint of bitterness and spice making its way in between.

It reminded Harry of the times Remus Lupin had slipped pieces and bits of chocolate into his hands for all of his third year, between classes and recesses and times when Harry stared a little too hard off into the sky with words stuck on his throat.

Oddly enough, the House Elves had taken it upon themselves to leave handmade (homemade) chocolate carefully wrapped in paper in between the lapels of his robes, in his pockets, in his trunk. He often found the pieces when he least expected it, and when he most needed them. Like at the Dursleys during the long summer months, or when he went on walks along the forest and found his hands reaching for his pockets, or more often enough: when he was sad and in need of a pick me up.

(Fifth year had him eating chocolate every day, enough to make him sick more than once. Madam Pomfrey had huffed and puffed at him for such an unbalanced diet).

(Luna, oddly enough, seemed to be the only one to notice, the only one to not shy away from his anger or look away at the depth of his sadness. Somewhere in December that year she had slipped a potion to the House Elves to mix with the chocolate so it wouldn't upset his stomach).

(He doesn't think he deserved the kindness, but Luna had only smiled at him as they sat between the herd of Thestrals and ate their chocolate).

They kissed for a long stretch of time, the river and the stars their only witness.

Harry had the question at the tip of his tongue.

Tom bit down on his neck with hunger, leaving bruises and kisses on his wake.

At some point his hands wandered even lower, and two big hands grabbed onto the back of his thighs prompting him to let himself be lifted or fall backwards.

Tom grunted against his mouth at the added weight, but stood sure and still as Harry wrapped his legs around his middle. The hands on the back of his thighs hugged him beneath his bottom and let Harry sit a little higher.

He sighed against Tom's mouth, leaning back a bit and trusting his hands to hold him up.

Tom's eyes were two black holes as they looked up at him. His gaze was half lidded, hungry and wanting. His magic seemed to simmer beneath the surface of his skin, calling out to his own magic and awaking it in a way nothing had before.

He desperately wanted to ask. He wanted to drag Tom home and never let him leave.

An explosion at their back startled them enough for Tom to take a hurried step back, turning them about so whatever had caused the ruckus would hit Tom head first.

Harry was deposited back on the ground before the wave of magic could reach them. Both of their wands dropped on their hands.

A fire started somewhere deep in the Manor and climbed up with a hunger that said it could only be of magical origins.

The shape of a Phoenix eating smaller birds could be seen through the flames.

Someone had cast a fiendfyre inside a small space crowded with the most influential people currently in power in Britain.

It was an act of War.

They waited for half a heartbeat.

Then they ran towards the fire.

(OR) the horror and the wild on AO3, 21k words, two shot, completed