#lemon tertiary

[bonusdragons]

August 13, 2024:

Lemon Tertiary, Imperial, Saturn.

Smaug of Ravus' clan!

[scryingworkshop]

[fantastic-fr-scries]

Aberration Male

Spring / Tomato / Lemon , Diamond / Spade / Underbelly

Nature Goat

[hellsite-proteins]

Cave Johnson lemon rant, please?

i don't entirely know who this guy is but i like the energy and i love his name

letter sequence in this ask matching protein-coding amino acids:

WhenlifegivesylemnsdntmakelemnadeMakelifetakethelemnsackGetmadIdntwantyrdamnlemnswhatthehellamIsppsedtdwiththeseDemandtseelifesmanagerMakeliferethedayitthghtitcldgiveCavehnsnlemnsDyknwwhIamImthemanwhsgnnarnyrhsedwnWiththelemnsImgnnagetmyengineerstinventacmstilelemnthatrnsyrhsedwn

protein guy analysis:

i'm actually pretty happy with this one! it is mostly made up of real secondary structures, and we have some nice looking helices as well as pretty good beta sheet! from the cartoon, it looks like it could be a real thing. of course, i also have to mention the limitations. the surface reveals the lack of tertiary structure as different parts of this are all a bit too far from each other. this is most true for the loops, which seem to be pretty flexible and disordered. furthermore, the pLDDT scores are pretty low, as shown by the colours. yellow isn't too terrible, but anything more orange is definitely suspicious.

predicted protein structure:

cartoon representation, coloured by pLDDT

surface representation, coloured by pLDDT

pLDDT colour code

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Wine-Tasting

for your wine-tasting scenes

Enhance your wine-tasting experience and better identify different wines with these tips:

Cleanse your palate between sips. When tasting for flavors of the wine, you must cleanse your palate by using a spittoon and drinking water. “I regularly cleanse my palate with water. I like to use high-pH water, eight or above . . . . I find that alkaline solution of water cleanses my palate much better and reduces the acid in many wines,” James Suckling, a wine critic, says. “I also might have some bread, or olives are great with red wine. You want things that refresh your palate.” Cleansing your palate helps your taste buds enjoy more subtle flavors.

Do a blind tasting. “When I was starting as a taster in the ’80s, when I studied to be a master of wine, I was always blind tasting,” James says. Tasting blind means not knowing the kind of wine you are tasting—be it a zinfandel, rosé, pinot grigio, or syrah—so that will not influence your tasting. Moreover, tasting blind means not looking at the label; sometimes, a label plays up the fruit flavors or connotes an older wine, which can impact your interpretation of the varietal while tasting.

Get the wines to the right temperature to rate. Temperature is critical for wine tasting. “I think it’s important for whites to be between fourteen and sixteen degrees centigrade—not too cold but cold enough to be fresh. If it’s too cold, I’m not going to be able to discern the aromas, taste, and texture,” James says. “The reds I also like a little bit cooler than normal. A lot of people serve their reds at twenty-two or room temperature. I like them around nineteen or twenty.” Using wine glasses with a stem is essential, so you can adequately hold the glass without warming the wine.

Pay attention to scent. Articulating scent is an essential tasting skill. In trying one wine during a blind tasting, James notes “some warmth. Aromas of lemon curd, maybe some fresh basil. And I get a sensation of ash. Like, ash from volcanoes; there’s a number of white wines made in Italy that are coming from volcanic soils such as Etna in Sicily, Campania near Naples, and Soave near Verona.” Quality wines give you primary and secondary aromas, sometimes even tertiary ones. Breathe in your wine with your lips slightly parted to anticipate a wine’s flavor and notes. Take a small sip of wine and see if you sense wooden notes from oak barrels, high acid from citrus fruits, or sweetness from red fruits or tropical fruits.

Swirl your glass of wine. Getting your wine to move around enlivens its scent. “When you’re tasting, it’s really important to swirl the wine to get some air in there to bring out the wine aromas,” James says. “Also, it’s important not to have too much wine in the glass. I like to have about thirty or fifty milliliters in the glass. Then you can really give it a good swirl.” After swirling, note the viscosity and the tannins, the sediment along the bottom or sides of the glass. Use a new wine glass for each new bottle of wine in a blind tasting.

Taste in a clear space. Sometimes, you might taste wine in the cool climate of winemakers’ cellars or a busy room full of people as part of a wine club. To concentrate on the wine’s color and qualities, try to taste the wine in a well-lit, not-too-noisy tasting room. Light is essential when applying the [wine point] scale to red, orange, or white wines. “It’s important that the environment’s clean [and] well-lit,” James says. “I can concentrate on the wines. Sometimes that’s not possible if I’m in a cellar, traveling at dinner, or in a restaurant. But ideally, when I’m tasting, especially blind, it’s important to have a place where I can concentrate.”

Use the wine point system. Following the 100-point wine system can help you determine a good wine. The 100-point system is a rating scale for wine quality. Wine scores go up to 100 points, with 100 points going to the best wines. Whether you’re trying a dessert wine or a dry wine, this scoring system helps you better break down and comprehend the quality of a wine. “I think it’s an easy way to communicate about wine,” James says. “It's an easy way for you to understand quality.”

Source ⚜ Writing Notes & References

[missgem-fr]

Leopard Gecko

I am still convinced their tails are based on leopard geckos ~

Colors are : cream | cream | coal

Genes are : Strike | Coil | Gecko (duh lol)

Other primary/secondary colours that may work for leopard gecko everluxes are : Maize, Cream, Lemon, Yellow, Banana, Sanddollar, Flaxen

And other tertiary colours that could work are : Shale, Flint, Coal, Black, Beige, Taupe, Latte, Ginger, Brown, Chocolate

I bet I'm not the only person whos been scrying leopard geckos!

[mogai-major-general]

Lemshiveraffectis

/ˈɫɛmʃɪvɝəˈfɛktɪz/

Definition: A form of nonhuman tertiary attraction (alteraffectis) that describes how a Lemon Shark feels towards other sharks in its shiver (group).

Coined with alterhumans and adjacent identities in mind.

[lazarusdrawsthings]

You know what, fuck it *dragon-ifies your DRDT cast*

I've been thinking abt making a flight rising AU for a bit now, but I finally got around to getting some simple sketches down and finalizing my ideas for the main cast (excluding MonoTV and a certain unnamed student).

Text is just breed, eye type, genes, and gene colors, but it's kinda disorganized and hard to read even when clicking on it, so I'll list everything below the cut.

Teruko Breed: Mirror Eye type: Earth Rare Primary: Shamrock Savannah Secondary: Umber Noxtide Tertiary: Pistachio Ghost

Eden Breed: Tundra Eye type: Earth Uncommon Primary: Cottoncandy Fade Secondary: Raspberry Seraph Tertiary: White Underbelly

Xander Breed: Guardian Eye type: Fire Primal Primary: Tomato Falcon Secondary: Rust Morph Tertiary: Black Spines

Min Breed: Gaoler Eye type: Arcane Unusual Primary: Wisteria Shaggy Secondary: Wine Stripes Tertiary: Wine Wintercoat

David Breed: Skydancer Eye type: Light Uncommon Primary: Ice Falcon Secondary: Twilight Constellation Tertiary: Lemon Sparkle

Charles Breed: Imperial Eye type: Light Common Primary: Violet Savannah Secondary: Heather Stripes Tertiary: Storm Capsule

Nico Breed: Fae Eye type: Plague Bright Primary: Stonewash Jaguar Secondary: Midnight Stripes Tertiary: Midnight Points

Ace Breed: Wildclaw Eye type: Fire Rare Primary: Vermillion Skink Secondary: Berry Toxin Tertiary: White Underbelly

Levi Breed: Gaoler Eye type: Ice Unusual Primary: Plum Boa Secondary: Eggplant Blend Tertiary: Magenta Weathered

Whit Breed: Aether Eye type: Ice Uncommon Primary: Cottoncandy Cinder Secondary: Heather Blaze Tertiary: Cyan Monarch

Arturo Breed: Pearlcatcher Eye type: Ice Common Primary: Splash Iridescent Secondary: Robin Blend Tertiary: Aqua Points

Veronika Breed: Aberration Eye type: Plague Unusual Primary: Red Pharaoh Secondary: Red Weaver Tertiary: White Ghost

Arei Breed: Pearlcatcher Eye type: Water Bright Primary: Ultramarine Ribbon Secondary: Ultramarine Eel Tertiary: Cornflower Glimmer

J Breed: Nocturne Eye type: Lightning Common Primary: Azure Vipera Secondary: Phthalo Eel Tertiary: Mantis Thylacine

Rose Breed: Coatl Eye type: Earth Rare Primary: Rose Poison Secondary: Rose Toxin Tertiary: Iris Glimmer

Hu Breed: Skydancer Eye type: Nature Bright Primary: Fern Petals Secondary: Emerald Butterfly Tertiary: Turquoise Stained

(Worth noting: not all tert genes are visible in the image)

[syklus]

my two progens :3c

foxglove (custom progen) was sadly cursed with a lemon tert so she will never have a tertiary gene

[on-a-lucky-tide]

CW: discussion of Lambert's abusive father; links to personal reflections.

I usually lean into the abusive father in a working class setting for Lambert because it mirrors my experience, and I find it cathartic to explore that background and use that personal experience to inform my character writing. When life gives you lemons, right?

But a discussion we had in the CS a while ago has just popped up in my brain. It was about reinforcing the idea of the working class drunk man beating his wife and kids, and how it can add to the demonisation of the poor and/or working class as more inclined towards violence and aggression; a trope that gives me the ick when it's recycled by a predominantly middle class fandom, replete with their tertiary education and perhaps no small sense of moral superiority, without nuanced reflection on why we pluck that particular background off the shelf for our favourite emotional porcupine.

It got me thinking about my own contributions to that and how I allow those harmful stereotypes to propagate, that I need to sit down and think about how I present Lambert's background.

Poverty has been linked to domestic violence as both a cause and a consequence. For Lambert, I often give his dad a skill (mine was a carpenter and carpet layer, so guess what profession the Fictional Arsehole gets in my head), so that sense they aren't necessarily "badly off". Skilled professions tend to lead to more comfortable lifestyles; not necessarily always on the bread line or without shoes, but it also means that the victims are kept in that situation by financial shackles.

They can't afford to leave.

And that's not necessarily something confined to the working class. There are so many women and children stuck in those relationships because the abuser has the money, the property, the everything.

It got me thinking about a slightly different take to Lambert's past. Perhaps he and his mum were trapped there not just by coercive control, but because the alternative was starvation and a different type of exploitation. Give Lambert a "comfortable" home, a gilded cage. Give him servants and maybe a title, with land. The Witcher teaches us that evil and corruption is endemic amongst the powerful classes. Not just in the books, but in the games; who can forget the Bloody Baron storyline?

Why not have Lambert returning home after the trials to a manor house that still haunts his dreams? Finding his mother at peace in the family crypt, and his old man at his mahogany desk, drunken and pathetic? No longer the towering visage of Lambert's nightmares, but a pathetic, shrivelled worm cowering in a high-backed chair?

Lambert's background is so rich for interpretation. I think I'm gonna change it up for a bit.

[thenationaltreasuregazette]

Interpersonal Aftermath, Abigail and Patrick Edition

Ben and Patrick | Ben and Abigail | Ben and Riley | Riley and Abigail

"I don’t think there’s whole articles worth of material here (I hope) but let’s spend a few minutes with each these."

My dumb ass really did think I was going to fit three different duos into this article and be done with this little series because there "wasn't much to say" about them.

I have found some things to say.

So anyway, now we get into the tertiary relationships. These are duos that don't directly interact much in the movie, but will find themselves increasingly in each others' orbits at the post-movie relationships progress.

Abigail and Patrick

Abigail and Patrick have an interesting dynamic because although they don’t interact on screen very much, their positions relative to Ben also put them in relationship with each other, and they have pretty far to go between the events of the film and the months after the treasure is found.

Patrick and Abigail’s meeting is both iconic (in the National Treasure loving world anyway) and pretty hostile.

PATRICK Is she pregnant? BEN Well, if she is, are you gonna leave the woman carrying your grandchild standing out in the cold? ABIGAIL (to Riley) I look pregnant?

Granted, that hostility is directed toward Ben, and Abigail just happens to be caught in the crossfire.

Patrick’s first assumptions about Abigail are that:

she’s some floozy Ben got involved with (bad)

she’s a fellow treasure hunter (worse)

He might soften towards her a little when he learns that she doesn’t actually want to be here.

PATRICK And he dragged you two into this nonsense? ABIGAIL Literally.

However, it’s like three minutes of screen time later when Abigail makes the decision to actively involve herself in the treasure hunt (which she does by insisting that she be the one to put lemon juice on the Declaration).

Patrick is mostly focused on Ben and the fact that his son has gone from ‘ruined his life treasure hunting’ to Ruined His Life Treasure Hunting™. But Abigail is there and she is involved and he probably doesn’t need any more that that to dislike her.

Abigail, for her part, gets kidnapped, flung from a speeding van, and semi-re-kidnapped before insisting she come along to make sure these clowns don’t destroy a priceless artifact and now the guy who she was kinda flirting with before she knew he was trying to rob her museum’s dad is yelling at her? I mean he’s not yelling. He’s not even talking to her directly, but the disappointment is palpable. She just stepped in the middle of what’s clearly a big family drama and she can’t help but feel she’s on the wrong side of it, no matter where she positions herself.

And obviously Patrick’s comment is weird enough that she makes a point to ask Ben about it later.

So the footing their start out on is not exactly great.

They survive the Trinity stair sequence together, and there’s nothing like shared trauma to bond a squad, but they’re really both bonding with Ben, not each other. As we discussed in the Ben and Patrick and Ben and Abigail articles, these two relationships are the emotional pivots that a lot of the movie hinges on.

As Ben and Abigail get closer, Abigail and Patrick are going to have to get over the hurdle of awkwardness they started out on. Patrick especially has some biases to overcome about Abigail. Of course, all he has to do is talk to her for a few minutes to see that she is basically the opposite of the person he thought she was when she showed up at his door:

not a floozy

not a treasure hunter

not just a fling for Ben

not just enamored with Ben’s Indiana Jones shtick*

(*Patrick would know, he’s was Ben before Ben was)

Actually, pretty must as soon as they start talking Abigail and Patrick realize they have a lot in common. They could debate Revolutionary War history until even Ben gets bored. Abigail and Patrick both have a taste for the detail and nuance in a way that Ben doesn’t. Or, I should say, in a different way than Ben does.

Ben is necessarily obsessive about details relating to the treasure, but I don’t see him being quite as detail-oriented with topics that don’t touch the treasure. Ben is a big picture person. He sees the connections between disparate events and people, the threads that tie it all together. Abigail, and Patrick in his post-treasure hunting years, are more depth people. They can focus in on a very specific topic not because it connects to something else, but simply because it interests them.

Ben, for example, would probably not read a 400 page book about 18th century textiles cover to cover if he didn’t anticipate some kind of connection to the treasure. Abigail absolutely would and has read several 400 page books about 18th century textiles cover to cover long before she knew the treasure existed.

However, the question is, when do Abigail and Patrick have that first conversation?

I imagine it’s not right away. Too much is going on with the treasure and with both of them re/building their relationships with Ben. So that awkwardness between them festers for a little too long. It isn’t until after a few museum exhibit openings and more than a few uncomfortable non-conversations when they actually start talking to each other.

By the time Ben and Abigail start officially dating a few months later though, I imagine Patrick is Team Abigail all the way.

And, though I do love to ignore the existence of Book of Secrets, I do like how much Patrick is still on Team Abigail after the breakup.

BEN Temporary till I find a new place. PATRICK Find the old one. I like her.

He can tell that Ben's being an idiot. Everyone can tell that Ben's being an idiot.

[scryingworkshop]

[demonicduchess]

Okay so I've gotten a lot of feedback regarding the Maleficent pairing and while I'm not out to argue with anyone, some of the feedback I've received has made me outright confused as to what people are expecting with this fan pairing.

Biggest point of contention was the gene & color combination. (Obsidian Metallic/Radioactive Bee-Shimmer/Purple Underbelly.) People wanted tertiaries like Flecks or Ghost…

When that doesn't match Maleficent's dragon design. (Big, long, black-as-night western style dragon with translucent wings and a purple underbelly.)

"So why are the wings radioactive green then?" Because that's the color (along with purple) that's associated with the character:

Granted, her purple is more of a Plum, but that color combination was impossible to find at the time (2019-2020.) I can work on this for future iterations of the pair.

I do have other reasons why I chose Radioactive and Bee. Not only is Bee translucent like her wings are in canon, but she also teleports, threatens & transforms via bright green flame:

She also breathes (technically) green fire. though it does look yellow in some shots:

The other color choices I could've chosen from the movie were Lemon for the Fire or Olive/Black for wings, which imo, wouldn't look as nice in game and would lead to more confusion as to what/who it's supposed to be.

People also had a point of contention when it came to the species, (Guardian, a plentiful breed) but, again, I have to ask you:

What other species could properly fit Maleficent? Noctune, maybe? Ridgeback?

Granted, those are some really good options that I don't mind changing Malevolent, the male, in to, but Guardian still feels like the most canon accurate, which is the driving force behind all my fan dragons: "How can I make it look as canon accurate as possible?"

As for Mav's shimmer, that was admittedly me trying to save myself 1200g and have a little variety amongst the hatchlings.

That said, it is rather hideous so I'd be open to changing it for next year. Sadly, one of the reasons I stayed with Shim' is because it was the only gene that didn't drastically change the color/appearance with complicated patterns/accent colors.

If I don't make it Bee for him as well, I'm open to Foam as it's both bright, semi-translucent and fits the "witchy" vibes even though Maleficent is more of a demon fairy, let's no split hairs here

So yeah, I'm not sure what people want/need from this pair. The one suggestion to make the next pair the inverse and veilspun...

That idea rocks, ngl 👀

Gonna make a new google (or maybe even tumblr) poll regarding this pair so I know which direction to take them for next Halloween. I want to thank everyone for their feedback and let you know I'll be making other feedback forms (and some responses like this one) soon.

[supersonic-pinwheels]

Yesterday's nest with another near-miss for what I need!

The first one has the right colours and right primary and tertiary gene but the wrong secondary gene. Last time this happened it was the primary gene that was wrong. 😂

The good news though is that this time I can breed him with my secondary help fae to narrow the range. Couldn't do that with the other one as they were both female.

96840215 - Wildclaw male, XYZ Hunter/Shamrock/Lemon, Petals/Bee/Glimmer, Common Wind eyes

96840216 - Coatl male, XXY Jungle/Jungle/Lemon, Iridescent/Butterfly/Glimmer, Uncommon Wind eyes

96840217 - Wildclaw female, XXY Shamrock/Shamrock/Lemon, Iridescent/Bee/Glimmer, Uncommon Wind eyes

[soranihimawari]

Hanahaki & You

A JJK story about urban legends and almost unrequited love feat. Geto Suguru & gn!reader.

Note: I finally have time to write this blurb/short out!

The first tins you meet Geto Suguru, you’re sixteen years old in the city’s underbelly. You were coerced by friends to go to the night club in the dingiest part of the town, not realizing this was also a hot spot for curses to appear. Yet you seemed unpaused by the sex workers and those friends of yours getting railed in the red light district.

Funnily enough, you’re hanging out at the bar, only asking for soda and juices from a very annoyed bartender except when the gruff looking bartender says, “Sprite and splash of cranberry curtesy of that guy,” you raise the glass and your eyebrow to the direction where the bartender pointed. The ‘guy’ in question was roughly your age, sharp jawed, and a twinge too good looking even with his ebony hair tied in a braid today. However, he had a charming smile and though he waved after you made sure it wasn’t spiked with your nail polish, you took a sip of his dry mock tails. It was tart, just like the lemons you plucked out of your neighbor’s garden.

After that initial sip, he could tell you were curious. It’s now why you’re kissing him, almost half undressed in the alley behind the rundown pub. He needed to feel something, you offered your lips to him and he was caught in surprise by your suggestion. You find his name between baited breath and how he growls yours back with his kiss swollen tongue. You’re not a curse, just a bonus, the thought seemed to haunt your mystery man. And come the morning, you wake in your bed after a full night of partying, wondering if this stranger was just that: a stranger.

Several months go by. The seasons change and now on the first day of the monsoon season, you swear you see him help a friend with ivory locks find their classmates in a demolished building. You could have sworn you heard him talk in a normal, no so turned on voice. He sounded just as divine as you imagined. A set of dark licorice eyes locks on to you, yet your attention is occupied by the captain of the baseball club who is talking your ear off about something you don’t care for. It was then one Geto Suguru experienced his first encounter with the seedling in his chest. He coughs once, then twice, blaming the dust from the demolished building. You spot him and you see him cough, you think nothing of it even if you glass a look concern his way, and carry your life as normal.

New mission, different city: this time, you are formally introduced by your cousin, Shoko, to her two best friends during fall break.

“Gojo Suguru,” she says.

“Delighted,” fair haired person says to you. Strong eyes and all.

“And this is Geto Suguru,” Shoko says this whole ushering Gojo to the other side of the living room.

When asked why she did that, she just replies with, “don’t you see? Those two have chemistry—instantly.”

You’ve spoken in length about right person, right time and he speaks with a benevolence of the logic of victim of opportunity.

“You kissed me that night in the alleyway, didn’t you?” He asks.

“You clean up well in the regular light of day,” you tease him back.

Geto Suguru, who usually is serious these days, smiles and laughs. He feels grounded with you—even if you do choose to stay friends. A dreadful feeling of what-ifs form, but Geto’s mind puts those in then back burner of his mind.

You exchange phone numbers at the end of Shoko’s impromptu gathering.

Thursday, July 9, it rains all day in the city. Geto has his tertiary coughing fit and calls Gojo says he’s going to need a full day to recover from their failed mission. The girl is dead and the elders should have managed this differently, that’s for damn sure. Geto Suguru is in his room, throwing up flowers you planted in his soul, when his text chime goes off.

•YNN (nickname): Sugu? Are you feeling better? ): the guy from the baseball club won’t leave me alone. ): help?

Geto goes out to answer your call. He’s drenched from the rain and you run to him crying saying how you were almost violated in public. Geto breathes easier when you’re close to him. You brush his loose strands behind his ear and you realize he seems like he has a fever.

“You’re coming home with me,” you don’t take no for an answer.

In your room, an hour later, Suguru’s clothes are in the dryer and you have him a clean shirt and some old scrub pants your brother bestowed upon you.

“Shower is there. The other door leads to my room, just let me know when you’re out, ok? Can’t have you getting worse on me.”

“YN?” he asks after he hears you prattle off about how Shoko became the pride and joy of your family after she acknowledges curses exist.

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

A few years go by and now you’re about to celebrate your third and final spring break when you see a familiar face in your local community. You find out the pretty man is actually real especially when your friends, who were very popular for being non-virgins anymore, we’re sidelined by the pretty boy with dark hair at the graduation party.

“You,” he says all growl-like, knowing that’s just how his voice is, you perk up. “We met before, yeah?”

Too scared to speak, you cough. “Yeah.”

“Sprite glass, splash of cranberry juice?”

“Mmhm.”

“I’ve been looking,” he has this horrendous coughing fit and your friends have long since left you both alone. “For you everywhere.”

“Are you alright, Geto?”

Since that night in the rainstorm, you’ve been meeting up secretly. Putting on this show of “have we met before?” for everyone who didn’t know you two were knee deep in love. At least one of you were, the other, much like a one track minded person, you pick up the hints late.

Especially now since you’re forced to ignore the bloodied stems and petals he steps on to smash his lips on yours. And it seems he breathes easier in the all navy uniform of his school while you kiss him back, longer, harder, passionately intertwining his fate to yours.

“Geto,” he says in your ear, cradling your face and neck in his hands. “Geto Suguru. Nineteen.”

“YLN,YN. Eighteen and a half,” you linger, doe eyed and wanting.

You lean to kiss him again and he breathes better knowing you never once forgot about him. He prayed for so long to hold you close again just like in the alleyway two, three years ago by now. Now that Geto Suguru, a powerful curse user and eater, has you in his line of sight he will not let anything tarnish your beautifully striking soft features—even if it kills him.

“Upstairs,” he whispered in your ear.

He holds your hand and once you the back flight of stairs at the house part you’re at, he pulls through a door and locks it before having a coughing fit.

“Geto? Hey? Hey!” You grasp his face in your hands and you let him cough out more blood and more thorns. More petals…

“Breathe, slowly,” you say as softly as you can and he lets you bring him to the bed where after a few more coughs, he kneels in front of you. He seems of gardenias, the flowers of secret lovers. “That’s it, in and out, ok?” He nods, though his lungs are on fire.

“You have to tell me who it is, can you do that? This is hanahaki disease. Love can be poisonous. Unrequited love is lethal. Geto Suguru, gods be damned, do not die on me, ok?”

He nods weakly, muttering the role playing that you two do at parties has him looking forward to coming home every time after a long mission.

“Me too, but i can’t do it alone,” you bite back a small smirk before he confesses the name of the person who caused his torment.

“N-no,” you shake your head. “Your heart made a mistake..?”

The moon begins to shine behind him and you realize he’s not mistaken. You pull yourself together to save him as he draws his breath to be a shallower one.

“Suguru?!”

Your lips are on his the moment he didn’t respond; arms wrapped around him like any fairytale would have their lovers embrace. The poisonous blues and deep purples now coloring is most prominent veins stop their spreading the longer you kiss him, the more you breathe for him, the more your heart breaks because of you’d have known truly, you would have been with him from the start.

You both remain like this for a few minutes before you feel him clutch your arm and he pulls you closer as he regains consciousness.

“Hi,” you press a kiss to his cheek.

“You solved it,” Geto’s voice is gruff and scratchy as the last stems are pulled out of his esophagus, bloodied and thorn filled.

“My first love was dying in my arms,” you read your forehead against his, a hand on his chest, the other sports the back of his head. You look like the Renaissance sculpture la Pieta. And Geto’s ears park up at what you called him.

“Been in love with you since last year when you and I exchanged kisses in the alley…”

Geto tries to talk, but you shake your head.

“Be honest with me next time, not like there will be one, but please…” you start to sniffle and he wipes the stray tears rolling down on your face. “Don’t scare me like that. I didn’t even get a chance to confess.”

Geto chuckles whenever he catches you by his sudden movement to pin you to the floor. His eye brows furrowed in confusion because he could have sworn that you were in a relationship with anyone else.

“Nope. Just you.”

Geto Suguru experiences his first and only shot at true love at nineteen. You let him love you for as long as he can until he takes you to his home village right before the blood moon rises…