#pari x human design

[plathfiles]

hii, could you do something where reader is family friend and visits every summer so she’s there when Ollie is too, and he senses reader and felix’s tension and tries to ruin it or come between them? And like some angst, drama, tension and just pent up frustration between Felix and reader

ooh yes! angst and drama, this is perfect

i hope you enjoy and thank you for the request!

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pairing: felix catton x fem!reader

warnings: use of y/n, angst, toxic relationships, manipulation, ollie being ollie, jealous!felix, possessive!felix, language.

a/n: I’m really proud of this

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You had spent every summer with the Cattons since you were 15 years old. Your father, Henry Roy was best friends with Sir James Catton. Once you met the Catton siblings— Venetia and Felix you came to Saltburn every summer.

Felix Catton. How would someone describe the human embodiment of the Greek god Apollo? That was Felix. He was tall and lanky. When his brown eyes fixed on you, it was like he was staring into your soul.

You couldn’t help but feel attracted to Felix. There was a spark between you two, that burned every summer.

When you turned 18, the Catton sibling’s cousin Farleigh joined in your summer adventures.

The four of you would run through that maze, figuring out its intricate design. Drinking every night and running naked through the tall grass that grew around the castle’s edge.

The summer before you went off to college, Felix and you shared your first kiss. It was a hot sunny day, Farleigh and Venetia were drinking by the pool. Felix had taken you off into maze for a walk.

When you came upon the statue in the middle of the maze, you and Felix were laughing. He leaned in and kissed you. Surprised at first, you pulled away. Then you planted your lips to his and kissed him until dark.

Then the summer ended and you had to go to University in Paris. You told the family you would come back every summer. And you kept your promise.

Now after your first year at college, you came to Saltburn for the summer. Hoping to see Felix. Neither of you had talked about your kiss last summer. It was a moment of passion and you doubted Felix would want to be with someone like you.

You’d heard from Elsbeth that Felix was bringing home a friend. You dreaded the thought of it being a girl, until Elsbeth clarified it was a poor boy from Liverpool.

The day before Oliver arrived you came to the house. Elsbeth was overjoyed to see you, giving you a hug and her usual kind compliment. Venetia said hi and pulled you aside, letting you know that would be staying on her side of the castle.

Farleigh and you exchanged jokes, although really happy to see eachother. Sir James asked you about your father and told you that he planned on inviting your family for dinner one night.

But you wondered where Felix was.

“Where’s Felix?” You asked Venetia, she was like a sister to you. You knew to trust her and she would always have your best interest at heart.

“He’s hiding and also preparing for his new friend Ollie to come over tomorrow. It’s annoying, he won’t stop talking about him. And you, christ, Felix is so nervous to see you,”

You blushed when she said this. But as if he heard his own name, Felix was walking into the room. You looked up at him, a smile spreading on your face.

You walked to him and he pulled you into a hug. Felix had missed you and he wanted to tell you how he felt. After he kissed you last summer he realized how in love with you he was. Felix spent the entire school year pining after you, figuring out a way to tell you.

When he became friends with Oliver, he always talked about you. How you were a friend but could definitely become something more.

Oliver was jealous. He was madly obsessed with Felix and had plans of his own this summer.

“I’m so glad you’re here, y/n,” Felix smiled charmingly at you.

“I’m glad too,” you replied, looking up at him with heart eyes. Venetia gave Farleigh a ‘let’s hope they get together this summer’ look.

After a night of pleasantries, you went to your room excited for what the summer had to bring. Little did you know, this was the calm before the storm.

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Oliver arrived the next day. You met him and heard all about his sad backstory. He was nice to you. Felix introduced you to him and immediately Oliver saw how much he loved you.

It made him sick with jealousy. So he planned to tear you two apart.

Later that day, you walked back to your room to change for dinner when you stumbled across a note.

‘Meet me in the garden tonight after everyone goes to bed — Felix ♡︎’

You blushed, closing up the note and planning to meet him. When you got to the garden, you waited. You didn’t see Felix anywhere. You sighed in frustration and confusion. You were cold.

But then you heard foot steps and in the dark you could see a figure. But it wasn’t Felix, it was Oliver.

“What are you doing out here Ollie?” You asked, your arms wrapped around yourself.

“I saw you, from my window. I wanted to know if your okay,” he said.

“Thanks, Ollie but I’m fine. I’m waiting for Felix. I thought—never mind,” You said.

“What?” Oliver asked, his plan unfolding just as he imagined.

“Felix asked me to be here. I thought he was going to tell me he wanted me, after last year,” you explained vaguely.

“Ah well. I don’t want to hurt your feelings but Felix has someone. Well multiple girls. He can’t keep his hands off them at Oxford. It’s ridiculous,” Oliver lied straight to your face. And you believed him.

Tears came to your face. Felix wasn’t interested in you and he already had someone, someone that wasn’t you. “No it’s alright. Thank you for telling me,” you said, wiping away a tear.

“I’m cold, so I should return to the house,” you said, walking past Oliver. He grabbed your hand and pulled you close.

Leaning in, he kissed you softly. You pulled away from him.

“Ollie no,” you said, looking into with eyes with warning. He let your hand go and you walked back into the house.

As you walked back into the house, you didn’t know that Felix saw you and Oliver kiss. As soon as he saw it, his heart broke and he turned away from the window. He didn’t see you pull away and leave.

The next morning, breakfast was awkward to say the least.

You were mad at Felix for not telling you he was involved and for standing you up. Felix thought you’d gotten with Oliver and was extremely jealous.

He was also angry with Oliver, as he knew how Felix felt about you.

Later that day, Oliver tried to find Felix. He was sulking in the sun.

“Felix? Is everything alright?” Ollie asked innocently. Felix just huffed in response.

“What do you think?” Felix asked passive aggressively.

“I’m not sure. I want to know what’s made you so upset?” Ollie asked innocently.

“How could you get with Y/n? I saw you two last night in the garden. You kissed her,” Felix said, sounding hurt.

Oliver frowned. “She wanted me to kiss her. I didn’t know what else to do. She left me a note to meet me and I was going to turn her down because I know how much you like her,” he said.

Felix’s face softened but his heart was breaking. Did you not like him? Obviously not if you wanted Oliver to kiss you, he thought.

“I’m sorry Felix,” Oliver apologized.

Felix turned to his friend, “It’s alright mate, it’s not your fault.” He reassured.

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You and Felix were not speaking to each other. Just glaring at each other across the room. Venetia was confused and Farleigh was too busy worrying about his own situation to notice.

“What happened between you and Felix?” Venetia asked, one night before bed.

You huffed, “Nothing, I guess. We kissed last summer and now, well he doesn’t want me anymore.” You explained.

“I find that very hard to believe. He talks about you all the time when you aren’t here. And Farleigh said he couldn’t stop thinking about you during school,” she laughed.

This confused you. You wanted to confront Felix. Angry, you took the note. “Right, I’ll be back,” you told Venetia.

You practically stomped to Felix’s room that night, banging on the wooden door. Felix opened the door, his hair disheveled and only wearing his boxers and maroon robe.

“What do you want?” He asked coolly, leaning against the door.

You huffed, crossing your arms. “Don’t take that tone with me. You have been nothing but aggressive towards me this entire week. You won’t look at me, except when you glare. As if I’ve hurt you in some way,” you ranted.

Felix looked at you confused as you continued to speak. “Which is ridiculous, because you invited me to the garden. Not the other way around. I know you have loads of woman just lining up to fuck you. So I will do you the favor of fucking off,” you said, pushing the note into his hands.

You left in a huff and Felix was utterly quiet. He opened up the note and recognized the hand writing immediately.

Why would Oliver lie? He thought. Why did he pretend to be me and write you a note?

Felix walked next door and into Ollie’s bedroom. “Hey mate, I have a question.” He said, shortly.

Oliver looked up from his book, “Yes Felix?”

“That note that Y/n gave you. Did it look anything like this?” Felix said angry.

Oliver looked at the paper that he’d written and slipped under your door. He gulped. “I can explain,” Oliver said, albeit timidly.

“I don’t need an explanation Ollie, you’re a fucking liar. You took advantage of our feelings. Why would you do that?” Felix said.

Oliver couldn’t respond and when he didn’t, Felix left the room going out to try and find you.

You were crying on the bottom of the staircase, drinking a bottle of champagne that you’d snagged from the kitchen.

Coming down the stairs, Felix heard you and came to you quietly.

“Y/n, don’t cry,” Felix said. Hearing his voice, you stood up and turned around.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, wiping away your tears.

Felix walked towards you. His thumb landed on your cheek and wiped away a fallen tear. “I’m sorry about Ollie, he manipulated us. Told me that you wanted him. It made me jealous, because well…because I love you.”

You looked at him in surprise. Felix loved you. “You love me?” You asked, to which Felix nodded, a soft smile on his face. “And you aren’t seeing anyone?” You wanted clarification.

Felix furrowed his eyebrows in worry, “No, no im not. I only want to see you,” he said, leaning in incredibly close.

You nodded, “I love you too, very much,” you smiled softly, looking up into him.

In a heartbeat, Felix kissed you. At first it was soft and sweet. It became heated as you kissed him back. Felix moved his hand around your waist, to hold you up and close to him.

When you pulled away for air, Felix smiled softly. “I’ve been wanting to do that again since last summer. I don’t like it when you’re away. You’re mine, you know.” Felix smirked, pulling you into his hips.

“Am I now?” you grinned, liking the sound of him calling you his. Felix nodded, leaning into kiss you.

“Felix….” You heard Oliver say from the top of the stairs. Felix’s grasp on your waist tightened protectively. You both turned to Oliver.

“Go away Oliver,” Felix said warningly. You gave Oliver an angry look. You wished he would leave.

“I need to talk to you, Felix. We need to sort this out,” Ollie practically whined.

Felix shook his head, “I can’t have you here mate, it was a mistake inviting you.” He said.

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The next morning in a dramatic fashion Sir James and Elsbeth led Oliver out of the grounds. You, Felix, Venetia and Farleigh watched from the top of the staircase as it happened.

When the door closed, Sir James clapped his hands together. “Alright. The Henry’s are coming to dinner tonight, everything must be perfect.” He said.

[transformers-spike]

@yandereskies come get your juice, guess who couldn't take a break without writing a sequel to the G1 Soundwave x reader fic Tw:dubcon

You've grown used to it Someway, somehow, it doesn't feel as bad. A few months ago, you would have rather died than allowed it to happen. But now, you're too tired to do anything about it. Kick yourself all you want, you can't force flight or fight. You've run out of adrenaline.

The human mind isn't designed to withstand constant stress; you notice the threat, you run, you fight, you freeze or you allow yourself to be molded by it. The alarms blaring in your head have shut off, leaving you numb and exhausted with nothing to rely on.

You've been waiting for so long for the Autobots to reach you, but it's like you never existed. Are you this forgettable ? A no-one with the misfortune of meeting Gods? You are no Paris, no Perseus and certainly no Achilles; not even a meager soldier. You're a background character in your own life, meant to be overlooked and eventually forgotten.

“So why…” you want to ask, “why did you notice me?

He handled you gently despite your aggression, even as your insults turned vicious, he ignored your desperate attempts to hurt him.

The dread caused by the mere echo of his synthesized voice has disappeared altogether, lending a new strange sort of comfort that beyond all logic should not exist.

Yes, you are trapped. But is it so wrong to trade your freedom for recognition? He listens to you no matter how boring and one sided your conversations get. He offers you a generous (although limited) access to your favorite media; obscure shows he shouldn't know about, movies on your private watch list, and plenty of books, most from your old apartment. You still recognize their faded pages and worn out books.

You don't have to attend your 9 to 5 white-collar job anymore. Your office cubicle is empty if not outright replaced, your place in the company has never mattered and so does your fate. Why can't you let yourself be happy?

Your basic needs are met, you have more time than ever to focus on what you love, and you have access to much needed social interaction.

At first it was Laserbeak assuming sentry duty, standing guard in Soundwave’s quarters, watching you like a hawk. You must admit , you've made a wild dash for the exit countless times, only to have Laserbeak dive between you and the door, wings spread out and snapping his beak.

But you've mellowed out over time. Laserbeak switched to Ravage. Ravage switched to Buzzsaw. Buzzsaw switched to Rumble and Frenzy. Soon enough , you started watching your series with them; Laserbeak perched upon the edge of the couch, Ravage curled up at your feet, Buzzsaw lying next to you or Rumble and Frenzy casually hanging out on your ouch like roommates.

It shouldn’t be that hard to accept. You're fine. You're part of their fucked up little family – if you can even call it that. Soundwave carries you around like a beloved pet, the other Decepticons treating it so casually you wonder if you're the only human they own. If Megatron is bothered by his Communications Officer’s behavior, he shows no sign of it.

This is fine. Being around Soundwave makes you feel secure in yourself, because he cares about you. And if this is the only love being offered to you, you’ll gladly take it. Past you would have abhorred your actions, but that version of you is long dead and buried.

You let him have sex with you. It started off small; lingering touches, digits ghosting over skin you’d never let anyone else see. When he entered you, you felt complete, like he was your missing piece, and you became at peace with your own being. A single one of his digits filled you to the brim, unlike your old dildo. It hurt, but it was a good kind of hurt, a burning sensation as he stretched you open, having you clench around him like a virgin. He patiently worked you up until you came, delicately circling the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs with the tip of his massive thumb.

When you opened your eyes, he was leaning over you, spike fully pressurized. You welcomed it against your entrance, stroking it between your spread legs until your inexperienced mouth brought his overload, coating your stomach in transfluid. “I love you,” you said, unsure of your own reality.

[imnameimswrld]

ㅤㅤㅤⵌ ׄ ۪ 𝐍𝐅𝐖𝐌𝐁 ⁰⁰ ׄ ⑅ XMH ‌˖ ֺ ᰮ

— DESCRIPTION ੭ in which hao and y/n's gets wrongfully exposed, and hao does not stand for it ( inspired by hozier's song "nfwmb" – Nothing Fucks With My Baby )

— PAIRING ੭ the8 x fem!fashion!designer!student.

— FILE ੭ social media au.

— WARNINGS ੭ language.

❪ main masterlist | kpop masterlist | svt masterlist | the8 masterlist ❫

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The SEVENTEEN member was recently sighted roaming the streets of Paris with an unfamiliar woman. Fans claimed it to be a partner, and later THE8 himself confirmed by addressing it on his Weverse Live on April 29th.

The idol claimed that she deserved respect and to be treated like a human being, and that those who are being inhumane towards her do not label themselves as his supporters.

HYBE revealed that they will take further legal actions on any hateful comments they come across, and that netizens should refrain from being disrespectful of her, and their private relationship.

We wish the couple everything of happiness and prosperity !

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[theoutcastrogue]

Venice in the art of Alexandra Exter (1882-1949)

Carnival in Venice (oil on canvas) 1930s

Carnival Procession (oil on canvas)

Masked Figures by the Banks of a Venetian Canal (oil on canvas)

Venetian Masks (oil on panel)

Pulcinella (gouache on paper) late 1920s-30s

Venice (oil and sand on canvas) 1925

Venice, 1915

"Aleksandra Aleksandrovna Ekster, also known as Alexandra Exter, was a Russian and French painter and designer. As a young woman, her studio in Kiev attracted all the city's creative luminaries, and she became a figure of the Paris salons, mixing with Picasso, Braque and others. She is identified with the Russian/Ukrainian avant-garde, as a Cubo-futurist, Constructivist, and influencer of the Art Deco movement. She was the teacher of several School of Paris artists such as Abraham Mintchine, Isaac Frenkel Frenel and the film directors Grigori Kozintsev, Sergei Yutkevich among others." [x]

"Exter painted views of Florence, Genoa and Rome, but ‘most insistent and frequent were images of Venice. The city emerged in various forms: via the outlines of its buildings, in the ‘witchcraft of water’. In glimmering echoes of Renaissance painting, in costumes and masks and its carnivals’.

"Exter’s characteristic use of the bridge as a stage platform, seen most clearly in Carnival in Venice, is a legacy of her time as Tairov’s chief designer [Alexander Tairrov, director of Moscow's Kamerny Theatre]; the director believed in breaking up the flatness of the stage floor which the artist achieved for him by introducing arches, steps and mirrors. Even in her easel work, the emphasis is at all times on theatricality. Bridges are used as proscenium arches, the architecture creates a stage-like space in which to arrange her cast."

"For all her modernity, references to Venetian art of the past abound in these paintings. The masked figures are influenced by the Venetian artist Pietro Longhi, to whom Exter dedicated a series of works around this time. The incredible blues used in both Carnival Procession and Masked Figures by the Banks of a Venetian Canal are a direct reference to Titian, who was famed for his use of ultramarine, the pigment most associated with Venice’s history as the principal trading port with the East." [x]

"Exter had long since abandoned the Cubist syntax by 1925 but her sense of colour remained together with a strong conviction, shared with Léger, that a work of art should elicit a feeling of mathematical order. In its graceful interaction of fragmented planes and oscillation between emerging and receding elements, Venice (1925) echoes the more precise qualities that also appear in Léger's work at this time, both artists occupied with the continuous modulation of surfaces and the 'melody of construction' that Le Corbusier was still advocating in the 1930s. But while Exter subscribed to Léger's theory that 'a painting in its beauty must be equal to a beautiful industrial production', she never fully embraced the aesthetics of the machine and rejecting the common opposition between ancient and modern, her work often retains a classical edge - for example in these trefoil windows, arches and vaults. Human figures, which had been nearly absent from her Cubo-futurist paintings, also return in other works from this period."

"She was undoubtedly aware of the concept of 'defamiliarisation', a term first coined by the influential literary critic Viktor Shklovsky in 1917:

'The purpose of art is to impart the sensation of things as they are perceived and not as they are known. The technique of art is to make objects 'unfamiliar,' to make forms difficult to increase the difficulty and length of perception because the process of perception is an aesthetic end in itself and must be prolonged.'

An instance of this device is discernable in the present tight formation of the oars, seen from above. Like Braque and Picasso, Exter incorporates sand into certain areas of pigment to enhance the differentiation of surfaces, a technique also used to 'increase the length of perception'. The occasional lack of overlap between the boundaries of the textured surfaces and colour planes strengthens the paradoxical combination of tangible presence and elusive abstraction that makes Venice such a powerful work."

"Venetian subjects occur in Exter's work as early as 1915. A gigantic panneau of the city was one of the final works she produced in the Soviet Union and exhibited in the 1924 Venice Biennale." [x]

"The specific theme of the Commedia dell’Arte first appeared in Exter’s work in 1926 when the Danish film director Urban Gad approached her to design the sets and marionettes for a film which was to tell the story of Pulcinella and Colombina, transposing them from the Venice of Carlo Goldoni to contemporary New York. Pulcinella most likely relates to the artist’s subsequent experimentations on the theme of the Commedia dell’Arte. Pulcinella, who came to be known as Punch in England, is one of the classical characters of the Neapolitan puppetry. Typically depicted wearing a pointed hat and a mask, Pulcinella is an opportunist who always sides with the winner in any situation and fears no consequences." [x]

[stardustndreamsofsilver]

Inferum

Prologue

Jake x OC (f)

Warnings: possibly spooky subject to some, talk of human remains

Quocumque ingrederis sequitur mors corporis umbra.

My story begins like any other I suppose. When I was small and staying with my Grandma Julie, as I did most weekends, I saw my first fantôme, ghost. As I lay sleeping, I woke to a woman sitting at the end of my bed. She was old, her red hair reminded me of a poodle and the way she dressed seemed out of place, even to a five year old. She lounged at the end of the bed, legs crossed, one arm draped across her lap and a cigarette in the hand of the other. Up until then my little mind had not thought to be frightened, just confused. 

Then, she took a drag of her cigarette and slowly faced me. She stared at me, unblinking. My heart began to pound and I could feel my throat begin to close from the sheer terror that coursed through my body. I wanted to scream, jump up and run to my grandmother, anything! But I was frozen in place. All I could do was screw my eyes shut and pray for her to go away.

The next morning, I told Grandma Julie about the woman in my room. She, like most adults, thought nothing of it and figured the woman was an imaginary friend I’d conjured up. That is until I began to describe her. As I recounted the details of the woman, from the color of her pants to the pattern on her sweater, my grandmother’s face slowly began to fall.

“Oh! And she had funny looking hair. It was red like yours, but looked like cotton candy!” I’d said.

All color drained from Grandma’s face. Her hand slowly raised and covered her mouth. Tears welled in her eyes and she whispered, “Oh, God!” I later learned that the person I’d described had been my grandmother’s mother, Ava. Not only that, but the way I described her was how she’d looked the day she told Grandma Julie that she had lung cancer. 

Since that day, I’ve never stopped pursuing the paranormal. It started with me asking my parents– or rather any adult– about ghosts. Were they real? Had the woman I’d seen just been in my head like my mother tried to convince me? As I got older, I would read any ghost story I could get my hands on, be it fiction, reddit forums; whatever form they took. Some would say that I was/am obsessed, but I’d like to think that I’m on a lifelong pursuit of knowledge. Albeit niche. 

Which brings us here, to Paris.

Paris, the city of love, the city of light, the city of the dead. It should be clear as to which name brings me here. The city of love… Ah, who am I kidding? I’m here for the Ossuaire Municipal de Paris, otherwise known as the Catacombs.

The Catacombs are steeped in mystery, the macabre, and stories of the paranormal. Which, how could they not be? They hold the remains of an estimated six million people. Not only that, but most of the remains were exhumed from their original resting place and dumped into the then abandoned limestone mines. 

But then there was good reason for this, as the cemeteries of Paris were overflowing by the mid to late 1780s. It was so overflowing and “unpleasant” to live near that it became a matter of public health and safety. So, the bones of millions began to be moved and continued to be until 1814 and then began again in 1840. 20 years later, the interment of remains officially and finally stopped.

Now, the remains weren’t left undisturbed during this time. Just before the Ossuaire Municipal de Paris was opened to the public, a man named Héricart de Thury was charged with heading the “decorative rearrangement” of the bones, that up until this point, were just pushed in the massive piles along the walls to utilize as much space as possible. So, Thury was the man who planned and executed the macabre and morbid designs and art that you see today within its walls.

These two things, the mass exhumation and further disturbance of the remains, are said to be the catalyst for the haunting of the Catacombs. Which in turn has brought thousands of urban explorers, paranormal investigators, and lovers of all things supernatural to the city. There are so many stories and urban legends told by those who have braved the uncharted parts of the catacombs. I’m sure they could fill a library's worth of books. 

This particular excursion of the city of the dead will fill mine.

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[itoshi-s]

──✧ ˚ · “ 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝

ft. 𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 / mentions of sae itoshi

*.✧ rin isn't at all surprised to see sae has brought you along to the family event. what startles him instead is how hard it is to contain his urges.

*.✧ wc: 6k. cw: nsfw/suggestive, fem reader, pining, angst, mentions of mental health issues & therapy, mentions of injuries, foul language. all characters are in their mid 20's. the itoshis are pro players. reader has a backstory. // notes: biggest thank you to my beloved river for beta reading, it wouldn’t of have gotten out without you 🤍

ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴍɪɴɪ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ. ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ ʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄɪᴀʟ ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪꜱᴛ.

There’s something odd hanging heavy in the air – humid and thick as Rin steps out from the airport terminal, suitcase clattering loudly on the sidewalk. 

Maybe it’s still the annoyance that’s pooling deep in his gut, caused by the encounter that took place barely minutes ago – a group of fans recognizing him and the few other players in line to border control.

He’s thankful, he really is, but not in moments like these.

Not when the discoloration under his eyes could be seen from miles away, and yet, it must seem like he’s less of a human as people just keep on yapping. Talking, grabbing – asking if it’s okay to take a picture. Commenting on a recent goal, congratulating. It was only this annoying because there was Shidou and a few other players right beside him, and yet, everyone seemed desperate only for a smidge of his attention, toppling him over with inquiries and requests and appreciative words.

It's only natural he's always the one in the spotlight – the team captain with an aloof aura to contradict his status. But there is something even more alluring to him, and it's probably the way he still manages to crack a slight smile at one of Ryusei's comments as they move down the line; a small action that's gotten recorded anyway, he's noticed, and he's sure it'll be all over Twitter within an hour or two, considering it's still a rare occasion to see him loosen up.

It's puzzling to some still – the complexity of Paris X Gen's highest grossing player. It's confusing but intriguing, how his presence is dangerous enough to keep him marked by the other team at all times, and yet, they seem absolutely petrified at the thought of going one-on-one with him. It's a wonder how he appears to be just as intimidating outside the field, eyes sharp and stance tall, but on his good days, he can give a young fan the softest smile possible. It's a whiplash – but he never called himself easy to be around. No one ever really did.

That's what brought him to the very top.

A heavy sigh slips past his lips, fingers tugging the corduroy jacket to cover more of his tee clad chest, and puts a hand up as his designated driver slows down by the entrance. As the vehicle stops and the man gets out to open the trunk, Rin holds back a sigh to see it's not the usual driver that meets him during most of his flights. (It's not because he's pretentious. He just really, really doesn't want to talk tonight anymore. And he knows the usual would've picked up on that. Now, he's not sure.)

He hands his suitcase over to get it into the trunk, then moves to the backseat of the car, hoping for a quiet ride.

It’s nearing midnight, the flight having been postponed due to some issues that he just couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to, and it seems like it’s enough of a reason to keep the driver silent. That, and probably the exhaustion written all over his face, teal eyes zoning out the window and teeth nibbling on chapped lips.

He’s back home now, a thoughtful gift for his parents sitting in his suitcase, but there’s no place for nostalgia or relief in his heart. Instead, it fills with dread at the thought of seeing a mess of auburn hair and a pair of turquoise eyes, mirroring his own – no matter how much he resents it. 

If it was all up to him, he’d pretend Sae was never part of their family – act like they had never met, like the elder had never broken his dreams and stained his teenage heart with dread. It’s been what – eight years? Almost a decade, it seems, and a few therapy attempts ago, but even though Rin has found his own self, his very own objective and a goal that isn’t dictated by Sae anymore, the thought of his brother still makes him uneasy at best. 

He wishes he didn’t see the longing in his mother’s eyes, how she cannot stand to see her sons treat each other as if they were air. There wasn’t much either of their parents could do to bring the brothers back on the right track and it seemed like they knew – could see it in the way the younger tensed up, seeing a suitcase by the front door and an additional pair of shoes on the mat. 

There was no way to save them, not back then, and not now.

A screech of the driver slamming the brakes brings Rin back from the train of thoughts, safety belt digging into his chest as he jolts forward a bit. He looks through the windscreen, watches as the car that cut in front of them maneuvers sloppily, and the driver shakes his head.

“People really are going crazy this time of the year,” he mumbles, and their eyes momentarily meet through the rear view mirror. 

It’s a bit awkward, the way silence falls over the vehicle quickly after, but honestly Rin doesn’t mind that much. He knows he comes off aloof, too proud to engage in small talk. It’s a bit of a lifesaver now, when it’s getting hard to keep his eyes open anymore.

He hums in agreement and shifts in his seat, long legs spreading out and forward. Carefully, he rolls his ankle, the strain making his brows furrow as a breath hitches deep in his chest. He rests the heel of his foot back down and closes his eyes. It hurts, but he can’t tell whether it’s still the sprained joint or his pride.

The driver seems to catch up on the striker’s discomfort and quickly leans over, pulling the passenger seat forward to make more space. “There, Itoshi-san. It’ll be a bit of a long drive, so make yourself comfy.” He smiles, a little uneasy still, but as Rin stretches his legs out and gives a small mumble of thank you, he takes it as an incentive. 

“That last goal was out of this world, honestly– I hope you don’t mind.” 

The man sounds sincere, taps his fingers on the steering wheel anxiously. Rin keeps his eyes forward, on the car in front of them. 

“Some say this was the season’s best goal, and I agree.” 

A tight smile pulls on the athlete’s lips. Yeah, he’s heard it, too. Heard all the praise, accompanied by pitiful and worried looks as he limped off the field – hoping, praying the camera doesn’t pick up on the seething look in his eyes.

This could’ve happened to anyone, and honestly, it wasn’t even that big of a deal if you looked at it objectively. It’s a light injury, and he might even consider himself lucky it happened on the last match before Christmas break. He’ll have his time off, spend it with family and friends, and go to his physio appointments without any disturbance. (And get his ear talked off, probably. Because as breathtaking this goal was, he had to push the throbbing pain in his joint aside, force his foot into the awkward angle and feel, hear the crunch of the bone as he sent the ball into the net. It was everything that their physio team told them to refrain from.)

By the time the season restarts, he’ll be as good as new.

But if there’s one thing Sae engraved into his mind, is that he hates pity and resents vulnerability. He wants to smack the medical team away as they work on his ankle, swollen and reddening within seconds as they tighten the bandage around it, pressing ice bags to the aching joint. 

This can happen to anybody – anyone but him, it is.

To react to it so passionately isn't anything unordinary – but it's everything that's unlike him.

“Thank you,” Rin simply says and settles on that being his final reply. He doesn’t want to dig deeper into any of it, to continue with the topic that he’s pretty sure everyone already knows is a minefield.

The man behind the steering wheel seems to catch up on the subtle sign and just gives a slight smile. 

Rin shudders at the way pity floods the vehicle, taunts him and makes the tight loop around his heart pull. He hates this, but there’s not much that’s left to do about it besides biting back on his tongue and leaning back into the seat.

It’s peaceful for the rest of the hour-long drive. Starry skies invite him to look out the window, gaze growing unfocused with exhaustion and thoughts that race through his mind with the speed of light.

He wishes there was a way to silence that, tune out the whispers and taunting like the driver did to the radio upon noticing the striker’s tired look. 

His therapist said it’ll take some time – long hours spent dwelling over his notepad, trying to reach inside to grasp his ego and the issues that burn at it the most, only to scribble them down on the paper and try to voice them out in the office a few days later. He’s never been good with communication or speaking his mind, at least not in the conventional way that won’t leave the recipient in tears or shock; but, hey, his therapist did say that he’s seen worse. Rin wonders if he was being honest about it, but then finds himself realizing that this is exactly the same route of thought that he’s supposed to watch out for. He knew these words would seep into every crevice of his mind, sit heavy on his heart, and that's why the therapy was abruptly cut short – cause he couldn't, didn't want to hear any of it anymore.

Not everyone has ill intentions, Rin. As long as you’re hung up on what he did to you, you’ll have a hard time trusting others. And I know you don't want to admit it – but you need it.

The car comes to a stop right by the curb. Warm, yellowish light seeps through the familiar windows and hits the sidewalk.

Rin blinks once, pulled from his thoughts.

“There you go.”  The driver glances at him over his shoulder and unbuckles himself, about to help him with his suitcase but is stopped by a wave of Rin’s hand.

“S’okay. Thank you.”

He hums and fishes for his wallet in the pocket of his jeans. He pulls out a bill and places it in the man’s hand, undoing his seat belt and opening the door, ignoring the small sound of protest – probably caused by the tip he’s just left.

Rin gets out of the vehicle, careful as he shifts his weight to the wounded ankle, and takes his suitcase out from the trunk. There’s a harsh thud as the wheels hit the ground and a complimenting soft puff, heavy scent of smoke filling his lungs. He glances up at the elderly man, who now stands by the driver’s door and takes a drag of his cigarette. 

No matter what he does, how much he tries, he’ll always be watched – a pair of eyes trained on him at all times, whether it’s at the field or on the streets.

He holds the eye contact, waits for the man to speak. It comes with an exhale, a cloud of white reaching him from across the car –

“Good night, Itoshi-san.”

– a pause.

And then, Rin feels his eye twitch, has to hold back a snarl.

“Get well soon.”

Cold breeze seeps under his jacket, bites at the cotton-clad skin and sends shivers down his back, aching and slightly hunched. It’s a contrast to the bubbling, stinging bitterness that spills over his insides. 

He bites his tongue and tastes iron.

Then, he gives a small nod before turning on his heel and stepping away, heading towards where he can faintly make out his mother's voice from the other side of the mahogany door.

Oh, how he craves to believe it – the warm smiles sent his way, earnest wishes spoken with nothing but pure intentions – but he doesn’t know how.

And won't anytime soon.

By the time Rin's suitcase is put down by the bed in his old bedroom and he's clad in a set of hoodie and sweatpants, sat down at the dining table and slurping up the last sips of miso soup, the uneasy feeling is nowhere to be found anymore.

(Or at least, he's succeeded in pushing it to the very back of his mind, until it's barely a hushed hum.)

His mum insists on hearing about everything that took place throughout the last few months he's spent back in Paris – but to be fair, there's not much to tell her, Rin realizes. He's signed a couple new brand deals, yeah, and got a proposition from another prestige club – this time over in England, but it wasn't anywhere near the salary that he had his eye on. But that's about it, and there's not much gossip he could indulge his mother in – even though he knows she wishes there was. (She's always been playful with him – both of his parents were, actually. They know it riles their second-born up, but know it's sportive – and that he doesn't really mind. Not if it's them, that is.)

"I thought you'd surprise us with something, Rin." His mum quips, taking the bowl from his hands to wash up.

From his seat across the table, his dad breathes out a laugh.

"There's been enough surprises this year already, though, don't you think?"

Ah.

Teal eyes follow his father's, to where he gives his wife a look. The woman turns around, a cloth in hand as she dries off a cutting board, and there's a bit of confusion before her whole face lights up–

"Now that will be hard to top!" Another laugh, leaving him the only unamused one in the room. "Oh, god. I still cannot believe it." She sounds excited, very much so that it leaves a bitter taste on Rin's tongue, enough to sour his mood and brew the uneasy feeling deep in his stomach all over again.

He knew, fuck of course he knew there was no escaping it – and yet, he was still gullible enough to hope that the holidays would pass without him hearing any of it.

"I can't wait until Sae comes and tells us all about it. You know how he is through the phone, couldn't get a proper word out of him, but I need to know everything."

He really tries to fight back the furrow of his brows, for his mother's sake. It's only natural she's excited, a spark in his eyes that he remembers seeing only on the most special occasions. Him getting into Blue Lock, then being selected for the U-20 national team. Him having to move overseas, signing a contract that stuck millions to his name.

(He vaguely recalls the same look plastered on her face when she received the call from Sae's manager, back when they were kids – the call that would be the beginning of their downfall. Of course he remembers. But, since there's discomfort already eating away at his chest, he decides to ignore the memory instead.)

It's self-explanatory that she has the same, bright grin spread over her features, when she speaks about her oldest son's engagement.

Sae is engaged – soon to be married.

Sae, the last person he'd ever think is capable of love.

Sae, who's so harsh and focused on himself, who he's seen disregard every little speck of affection thrown his way for years.

And fuck does it sound unbelievable – until there's a certain face flashing in the front of his mind, a pair of bright eyes and a pretty sweet smile that's enough to make his palms clammy. Until he remembers about the only person that could melt anyone's heart – even his brother's.

Even his o–

He only ever realizes he'd zoned out again when an engine roars softly outside the house, then cuts off promptly. There's a sequence of car doors shutting, quiet talking, a trunk being opened.

"Oh! They're here!"

Rin's eyes follow his mother as she glances out the kitchen window and tosses the rag down on the counter, jogging over to the front door as the voices grow closer. His dad gets up from his seat as well, much less energetic, but there's a smile on his lips that mirrors his wife's and in that moment, he feels out of place. It doesn't fit, the uneasy jitter in his chest that's such a harsh contrast to the warmth that his parents are about to engulf you and Sae in.

The difference to what he's feeling compared to them is like nails on chalkboard, he thinks – and the second he sees the agonizingly familiar head of red hair enter his vision, he shudders as if the sharp sound really resonates through the room.

He might not be hearing it, but he's seeing a contrast even worse. Sae, in his black sweatpants and a Real Madrid hoodie, with a look at his face that's so well rested, it's unlike anything he's seen on him lately; and standing right by his side is you. Rin notices you're too engrossed in tugging your suitcase inside and welcoming his parents, and so, he uses the moment to roll his eyes up your body - the Ugg slippers, beige leggings, a white zip up fitness jacket and finally, your face.

It's a divergence that makes him uneasy. The devil himself, looking far too comfortable with an angel right by his side, with a parallel smile.

There's not even one reason for you not to be this joyful, but Rin selfishly wishes there was. He wishes that you didn't have to look this happy, standing next to the very same person behind everything miserable in his life. He wishes he understood and that he could cut through the dissonance that sits heavy in his head – but it's been years, and he still hasn't found a way to do it.

He only ever realizes he's still stuck in his seat when his father's eyes meet his own from a few feet away. It's not judging per se, more so urging him on to at least pretend, for his mother's sake. He reads right through it.

Rin exhales shortly, pushes his chair back with a sound that brings your conversation to a halt. He feels like the martyr when he steps closer to where everyone is standing, feels four pairs of eyes watching him and it makes him want to roll his eyes.

Sae's the first to force a smile and only give a jerk of his head. Rin wouldn't expect any more of him.

"Hey, Rin." He hums, rubbing the back of his neck. "S'been a while."

A small nod, then a shrug as he stuffs his hands into the pocket of his sweatpants.

"It has." He cranes his neck slightly, an involuntary mirror to his brother's own attempt at soothing the strain.

He ignores the way their mum winces at the tension that resonates between the two, how it's thick enough to suffocate everyone and make them shudder with unease. But no matter how earnest his attempts are, no matter how hard he tries, he cannot bewitch the reality, and the realization comes in a soft hum, warm and sticky-sweet as it resonates.

You're here too, after all. A savior of sorts.

"A while too long," The smile you offer him makes Rin want to scream. His chest swells unconsciously and his gaze softens, almost instinctively when his eyes drink up your mellow expression. "It's been a year for sure."

It must be a joke, Rin thinks, how someone that could make any chaos subside with just a couple words and a gentle smile stays glued by the hip with a person that only needs a single look to make the world crumble all over again.

(A joke, or perhaps, a perfectly complete puzzle that keeps the universe intact. But he doesn't want it to be that way.)

Just when his father gives a slight chuckle, reaches a hand to pat your back and gives a reassuring rub to your shoulder, Sae clears his throat. With one hand reaching for the suitcase's handle, he maneuvers it down, as if in thought.

"Yep. Even longer than that, maybe." He wonders, "And– oh, look at that. Will you ever see each other when in full health?" It's patronizing, it's demeaning, it's anything but just a playful quip of one brother to another, and it makes Rin's eye twitch.

He opens his mouth to speak, "Will you shu–"

But before he can finish, you inhale sharply and cut in.

"Oi, oi," you roll your eyes, giving Sae's arm a light smack. "You're being mean. Stop." There's a glint of something in your eyes when you give your fiance a look and Rin's not entirely sure what it is, but he watches in astonishment when it shuts the elder up. You turn your head his way again.

You offer him a smile, a bit meek and unsure considering the jab Sae's made seconds earlier. "It's healing well, I hope?" You ask, sincere and sweet just like always, and spare his ankle just a short glance before you open your arms for a welcome embrace. "Hi, Rin."

It's hard for him to wrap his mind around how you're so sympathetic, so understanding and warm while seemingly not even trying. He wonders if it's why you chose this career path over any other, and knows for sure that it's why you're the best at it. You never insist, never push, never inquire - not unless you need to, with the referee's whistle ringing in your ears and a handful of sweaty, loud men standing right over your head as you work your magic.

It's no wonder every club wants you as their physio.

Rin's gotten a chance to feel your hand expertly move along his own limbs before. He remembers it clearly as a day, even though he's gone down on the field a hundred times already and it was seemingly just yet another one. But this time, this game, it was different. It was bizarre and unlike anything that's happened to him before.

First of all, his adrenaline has never spiked as high as when it was Real Madrid that Paris X Gen had to go against. It only ever took so much of him to ease his nerves and quiet down the screaming in his head when it was Sae that he had to try and steal the ball from. It was the one and only game that everybody knew was worthwhile – a guaranteed showcase of talent and hard work, a fiend between two brothers, both equally gifted.The pressure would be enough to knock anyone off their feet, but he could withstand it. He had no other choice.

Secondly, Rin's never seen a situation so absurd and unfortunate. Throughout his years as a professional, he was an eye witness to many fouls and injuries, some more gruesome and fatal than others. But to have three players go down at the same time, two of them from the same team, didn’t happen all too often. It was his teammate’s fault and Rin knew, but wouldn’t dare to scold him – not when he’s laying on the turf and gripping his knee tight, the joint stuck at an angle that has Rin wincing and shuddering. It’s bad, so, so bad, it’s insane, he thinks, watching as the other player struggles to get up with his teammates’ help. It’s chaotic, paramedics jogging over to them and putting down all of their necessities and there’s so much of it, there’s barely any space between him and the other player anymore. Both teams grow loud and erratic, shouting and reproaching wild and belligerent. Rin’s eyes follow the ref as he works on subsiding the uproar. It’s a hard job to do and he knows it, but doesn’t want to spare any more thoughts – not when he has a worry of his own, a sharp pain in his ankle that makes him nauseous. 

“Are you okay?” 

He hears a familiar voice, a soft tune that brings him back afloat. His heart hammers in his chest, adrenaline high and hot in his veins as he props himself up, hand tight on his sprained joint. He looks up and meets your eyes, wide but focused as your line of sight reaches his ankle. 

“I–” Rin hesitates, eyes slightly bewildered as they follow your movements. You crouch down right next to him, pull out a few necessary items from the med kit. An ice pack, he recognizes, a bandage, a stabilizer– “I’m not sure, it might just be a stamp.”

You hum, teeth sunk in your bottom lip as you carefully peel the sock down to reveal the bruised flesh. “Pain? On a scale of one to ten?” You spare him a quick look, delicate fingers gently pressing along the swollen skin. 

Rin grunts, fights back the urge to pull his leg away. “Six.”

With a nod, you work on untying his shoe, pulling it down along with the sock, “Sprained.” You simply point out, and his eyes widen. Your judgment’s quick, scarily so, and he’d hope that maybe you’re wrong - but the certainty in your eyes tells him enough. He’s never seen you this serious, gaze sharp and movements swift, but then again, it’s the very first time he sees you at work. So far, he’s only ever seen you hanging on Sae’s arm, all smiles and laughter as you attend a family event together.

To have Sae’s girl tend to him like that almost feels like a blow. 

“Wait, shit–” Rin’s brows furrow as he shifts, and you give him an attentive look. “Hold on. Aren’t you supposed to–”

“Your team’s busy.” You interrupt, eliciting a hiss from the striker as you work the bandage around the sole of his feet, and then stabilize it around his ankle. “He’s got a concussion and misses a tooth or two. All on top of his kneecap popping out.” Rin stiffens, eyes involuntarily searching for his teammate. He sees him being handled onto the stretcher, holding his hands over his head, groans and cries reaching his ears and it makes his heart drop. 

You plop the icepack on top of his ankle and bring his focus back to you. “I don’t care who I’m with. I’m here to help.” You offer a small smile, heartening even though you’re pretty sure it won’t give much reassurance. You know your boyfriend’s brother, heard all about him and encountered him numerous times before. Most of all, you’ve seen the burning passion behind his eyes as he steps onto the turf. He’s not backing down. “I’m sorry, Rin, but you’re off.”

Rin vaguely remembers the protest that rose deep within his chest, making his blood boil as you helped him up. He knew better than to stand his ground and try to pretend that it’s not a big deal, knew all the possible consequences far too well to act so childish and stubborn. He remembers the worried expression flashing across your features as your eyes met upon him plopping down on the bench. He saw it all, the compassion with pity yet to be seen. But it never came. 

You only left him with a heartfelt look, warm and kind, and confusion blossoming in his chest, growing on top of the inquiry and anger. 

You’re always like this, Rin realizes. Always so collected and warmhearted, only ever welcoming him with hospitality and genuine worry, and never with pity. You’ve never given him any sort of look that he’s known to despise. 

He wishes you could be this way with him only, so attentive and sweet. But he knows you’re not and never will be. He knows the only reason you ever rushed over to him, despite being the rival team’s assigned physiotherapist, was because how awfully big your heart is, aching to help and bring comfort.

It’s got nothing to do with him, and he cannot force it.

The memory vaguely plays out in his mind as he inhales your scent, the irritation subsiding and making  way for the annoyingly fuzzy feeling. It’s been a year or even more. Long months since he’s last seen you and since you became engraved deep into his mind, his source of all kinds of thrills.

Throughout the years you’ve been with Sae, he never even thought to spare you a second glance. But ever since you treated him so kindly, looked at him with such warmth, he selfishly wishes he was the one giving you the Itoshi name instead. 

He wraps his arms around your frame and gives it a gentle squeeze. "Hey, (Y/N)."

It's only good decorum to greet you properly like this, and he knows it shouldn't be anything more than that, but as he gets an inhale of your perfume, he knows it's all but a convention.

Your hand rests on his back, fingers flexing on the sturdy muscle a bit, before pulling away entirely. You beam up at him, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as your head tilts with a smile. For a second, Rin thinks you might want to say something else, tell him more - but you opt not to, and instead, turn to face his brother again. "I'll put these away," You say, reaching for his suitcase. "And hop in the shower. I stink like the airport."

The way you scrunch your nose makes Rin's mouth twitch with a ghost of a smile.

"Sure," Sae shrugs a bit and hands you off the luggage, but only after he leans in to give your lips a quick peck. "I'll grab you a snack later. 'Kay?"

"M'kay," you give a breathy giggle at the action, and Rin realizes he might be far behind in being familiar with the ridiculous ways you've changed his brother.

Because this look, lovesick and full of adoration even despite the sleep throwing a heavy daze over his turquoise eyes, is one that he's never seen on his older brother before.

His mom offers to remind you as to where Sae's old room as well as the bathroom are, ushers you off with a few gentle touches and laughter that disappears down the corridor. His dad leaves to boil the kettle to make some tea, and for barely a few beats of silence, it's just the two of them standing there, in front of each other, one craning his head slightly upwards, the other glaring down.

Rin hates it, hates the way he has to swallow thick and tear his gaze away. Taking the higher ground, he only makes a slight face, then turns on his heel to leave to his room instead.

When his dad returns to the conjoined area, balancing three mugs in one hand and holding up the full pot in the other, he doesn't seem all that surprised to see just Sae standing there, pulling his hoodie off and throwing it over the chair silently.

The man sighs anyways, setting down the dishes, and only looks up when Sae breathes out a laugh.

"Just like the old times."

Rin is not sure how long he's been scrolling down his phone, or how much time has passed since he first plopped down on the king sized bed in his old bedroom. But sleep is starting to weigh down on his lids, leaving him with a cottonmouth and he tears a slight grunt from his throat upon realizing that the whole water bottle he's drank is now pressing against his bladder uncomfortably.

Tossing the phone away and propping himself up, Rin feels the tired muscles in his arm strain as he digs the palm of his other hand into his eyes, rubbing the exhaustion away. It works just enough to ease the slight sting, feet planted onto the ground as he gets up and strides across the dark room.

It must've been an hour, two tops, he wonders, reaching for the handle. The voices on the other side of the door have grown softer, quieter so as to not wake up the others that he figures must've fallen asleep by this point. He vaguely makes out the voices to be Sae's and his father's, probably still talking over yet another round of tea. His mom was always an early sleeper, and you looked quite worn out despite the gentle gleam in your eyes back in the living room, so it's not all that weird if you're both asleep by now. you've probably dozed right off as soon as you hit the bed, all warm and comfortable from your shower.

That's what he thinks. And that's exactly why he almost jolts in his step when he opens the door to see you, standing there, using the same momentum to push it open; hand pushing down on the other side of the handle. It wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary, just another encounter to laugh off by tomorrow morning's cup of coffee.

But the way you peer up at him – doe eyes wide and startled, a single rivulet of water streaming down your flushed cheeks as damp hair sticks to your forehead – knocks the breath out of his lungs.

You clutch the fluffy white towel closer to your heated skin, a meek sound of surprise hitching in your throat. Rin has to bite back a groan as the sharp movement only makes your tits press against each other even tighter. "Hah– o-oh, huh, I'm sorry– thought Sae's room was–"

Rin cuts off the jumble of words, "It's right across." He corrects, voice a gravelly tune that has your knees knock together in a sheepish buckle. Your cheeks scorch, blood rushing to the soft flesh as you gnaw at your bottom lip, "Excuse me."

You're not entirely too sure why Rin's attitude towards you took a whole 180 spin – but the way he pushes past you, tough muscle bumping against your finer frame, has you yelp slightly. You jerk a little upon the thud of the bathroom door slamming shut and turn to look behind you, a soft furrow to your brows, and ultimately decide to get back to the right room this time – before the sheer embarrassment eats you alive.

On the other side of the door, Rin grabs at the sink with one hand, keeping balance as he peels his sweatpants off. He tugs his boxers down along with them, then stands back on two feet and tugs off his sweatshirt, grip tight on the fabric as his mind reels.

It's a joke, all of it, he thinks as he steps into the shower yet again tonight. The water is instantly warm as soon as he turns it on, a remnant of your bath, he supposes, but the spray isn't meant to bring him any comfort this time. It works very little to soothe his strained and taut muscles as his back flexes when he reaches his hand down, fingers wrapping around the throbbing girth.

It has to be a joke, he's sure of it, as he shuts his eyes with a groan stuck somewhere deep inside of his chest, where he can swallow it down and keep it untraceable. All of it has to be some sort of get back, a play at his will power and conscience for all the fucked up shit he's done so far in life.

It would all be so much easier if he could just push all of the blame to a twist of fate, a kismet so preposterous it'd make anyone laugh. But he can't, and he's the only one to bear the weight of his thoughts, alone, gasping for air as he nearly doubles over in the steamy shower.

He's the only one at fault when he spills all over the tiles, a moan of your name mixing in with the steam, as all sense of morality goes down the drain.

I heard about a whirlwind that’s coming round / it’s gonna carry off all that isn’t bound, and / when it happens, when it happens, I won’t be holding on

© itoshi-s. do not plagiarize, repost as your own or mention on other sm platforms.

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Songs for Eureka Sessions: Deadly/Firearm Combat

Masterpost of Eureka song lists & how to choose good music for any TTRPG session.

Destroy All Humans - Deadly Avenger

Diabolos Ex Machina - Perturbator

Barghest - Revengeday

Sandevistan - Revengeday

Hegemeny of the Food Chain - Hunter X Hunter

Paris – Hotline Miami

Miami Disco – Perturbator

Archetype – Castle Crashers

Knock Knock – Hotline Miami

Byzantine Power Game – Max Payne

Whack Him – Max Payne

Killer Suits - Max Payne

Ecto Perfecto – West of Loathing: Reckonin’ at Gun Manor

The Flesh of the Fallen Angels – Max Payne

Le Perv – Hotline Miami 2

Vengeance – The Guest

Black Tiger – Resident Evil 1 Remake

Final Battle – Resident Evil 1 Remake

Panic – Resident Evil 2 Remake

Last Judgement – Resident Evil 2 Remake

The March to Survive – Resident Evil 2 Remake

Spybreak – The Matrix

Shots Fired – John Wick

Death Wish – A Hat in Time

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assigning sanrio characters to tsumigram❤️❤️❤️

used this wiki and this wiki

ego - beatcats

The franchise is associated with love, friendship and class changes in the new school term. When someone's heart doesn't stop pounding (ドキドキ dokidoki, a Japanese expression/onomatopoeia for excitement), the five colourful Beatcats suddenly appear. The Beatcats use this heart energy to make them shine, and celebrate by singing and dancing.

hotaru - mellotune

Mellotune is a romantic and sensitive persian cat who is sometimes lonely. They like stargazing and "beautiful flowers". They like to listen to violin melodies somewhere quiet.

remi - hello kitty

Hello Kitty usually has no visible mouth. According to Yuko Yamaguchi, this is so that people can "project their own feelings onto her face", which may suggest that people can emphasize with Hello Kitty regardless of whether they are happy or sad. Another reason given by Sanrio why Hello Kitty has no mouth is that Hello Kitty "speaks from the heart" and that as an ambassador to the world she "isn't bound to any particular language".

kouta - gudetama

Their name is a play on "gude gude"; used to describe someone with no energy or strength and possibly tama from tamago (egg). Gudetama is hard to motivate and has a negative, defeatist attitude. On its official Twitter account's profile comment, it says that it goes through trouble and murmur every day and that it only does its (tweets?) because "great people" told it to. It believes that some day it will be eaten.

kai - cogimyun

Cogimyun is based on a wheat flour spirit, known as a Kogimūna. Cogimyun wants to be a rice ball, but doesn't actually know what one is. According to the official link, her personality is 儚い (hakanai); a word with meanings such as ephemeral, fleeting, transient, vain and miserable; nevertheless she is very passive, pure, innocent; with the deepest hidden affection, especially for her food friend Ebifurai. When she feels too stressed or overwhelmed she turns into flour.

ayame - mewkledreamy

Mew (Mewkledreamy) is a violet coloured cat plush toy. During moonlight, the star on hear ear will sparkle. One mysterious night, she begins to talk (the same time the person meets her) and whenever someone sleeps with her, both them and Mewkledreamy share the same dream. During her dreams, she loves to talk about things, and is interested in fashion, love stories. Her hobby is walking at the flower garden, and she is good at finding sparkles. She is studying dream fortune-telling.

chise - lloromannic

The Lloromannic are two demons named Berry and Cherry who live in an old Western-style building outside of Cinnamoroll's town. They came from a world behind a mirror. They are selfish and persistent in what they do.

toa - chococat

Chococat is full of energy, although he may come across as "scatterbrained" at times. Chococat has a great ability in his highly sensitive "antenna" whiskers that allow him to learn about the latest news.

miku - Marshmallow mitaina fuwafuwa nyanko ("fluffy kitty-cat who looks like a marshmallow")

Marshmallow is a fluffy white kitten with a beautiful singing voice. He can not speak a human language but is skilled at playing the piano and is practising it. His dream is to become a music star. Marshmallow has a secret pocket on his belly containing a lucky marshmallow with a mysterious power inside. He lives in Paris with a Japanese fashion designer.

hiiro - bad badtz-maru

In Japanese "badtz" (batsu) is a term for "X", the cross signifying a wrong answer. "Maru" means circle or "O", and signifies a correct answer. Though "bad", he behaves before his mother. He is apparently good deep down but "too shy to express himself directly". His hobbies include taking photographs of bad guy movie stars and "beating up goodygoodies". Badtz-Maru has a mother and a father who is the boss of a gang.

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The Crow and the Mourning Dove - Intro

SCP-049 x SCP!Reader

Series tags/warnings(18+): fem!reader, slowburn, (eventual)smut, horror, gore/violence, death, unethical experiments, dark, mentions of past trauma, happy ending

Chapter Summary: “Just one more question for today, and then I'll leave you be.”  Leeward chose his words carefully.  “It says you were found in Marseille.  Why did you leave Paris?”

Notes: I'm so excited to begin this new series!  The song I had in mind in this chapter was Piano Concerto No. 1 in E Minor, Op. 11:1. Allegro Maestoso by Frédéric Chopin and the Warsaw Philharmonic Orchestra.  The referenced “melancholy” part is roughly at 4:40.  Here’s the youtube link for anybody interested in listening:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWd0O0TlJqM

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Leeward had just finished up his report on the progress made in his most recent interview with SCP-049, or lack thereof, when he had been flagged down by the site director.

"Adam!  I'm glad I caught you.  I need you to take on the series of interviews Dr.Rivera was conducting. Not all of them, just this one; SCP-9528.  It's located down in humanoid containment. "  The director held out a file to him. 

Hesitantly taking it from his hand, Leeward let out a nervous but exasperated chuckle. "I don't really have a choice, do I?"  It was framed as a joke, but his words held truth to them. He was in no place to refuse the directors request and keep his job intact. 

The director let out a cold and unnerving laugh, one that didn't reach his eyes. "Be sure you get on this as soon as possible.  I'm trusting you Dr.Leeward, don't make me regret it."

There was a pit in Leeward's stomach as he watched the director leave. Confrontation was never his strong suit.  With a heavy sign, he began thumbing through the file, walking as he read. 

He was intrigued to say the least, this scp was definitely a curiosity. He had taken a pen out of his coat pocket and began making notes in the file, underlining phrases like "seemingly female humanoid", "152 cm in height", "strange eyes", "musician", "spirit maiden" whatever that means, "reaper", "friendly", "deadly" that's a little contradictory.  Reading the file had certainly left him with more questions than answers. At the bottom were notes written by Dr.Rivera.

-prefers to go by y/n, but will respond to designation

-states to originate from the 15th century

-claims to wear perfume, although never seen putting any on, emitted naturally?

-interview with song moving forward, timestamp changes with recording

-when asked about the ring on its necklace,  answers given were vague, distant, and almost… somber. 

Looking up, the designation on the door stared down at him. He must have been so lost in thought that he hadn't realized he was here already. Straightening his coat, Leeward held his keycard to the scanner, and braced himself as the door slid open. 

The first thing that hit him was the soft lavender scent when he walked in. The second was the music that filled the room, with seemingly no point of origin. If he closed his eyes it was almost like he was at an orchestral performance. But his eyes stayed curiously trained on the figure before him.

In the center of the room stood SCP-9528, arms gently moving through the air as if conducting the room around it.  As the door closed behind him, 9528 moved its head to the side, acknowledging him but not turning around.

“Where's Dr.Rivera?”  The voice that questioned was warm, and if he didn’t know any better he would think it was human.  Luckily he did know better.  

“Dr.Rivera’s starting her maternity leave today, so I’ll be the one working with you for the time being.  My name is Dr.Leeward.”  This answer seemed to satisfy the scp, its head turning forward again to continue its musings.  

Leeward sat at the table to his right, taking out his notes and signaling to the two way window across the room that he was ready and to start recording. He cleared his throat lightly before beginning.

“It says here your name is y/n, correct?” Leeward started with a simple question, choosing to go with the basics to gauge how to best lead the interview.

“That’s correct, although no one’s had the decency to call me that in ages.  The numbers you’ve assigned will suffice as well.”  It spoke with a soft French accent.  Why it hadn’t been noted until now, he was unsure.

“Well y/n, I’d like to ask you some questions; get to know you better.  Is that alright?”  He remembered seeing something in the file about “good days” and “bad days”, so he thought providing some illusion of choice would increase its likelihood to cooperate.

“I suppose.  You seem pleasant enough.”

“Good, now I know that you’ve most likely been asked some of these questions before, but I'd like to start from the beginning for myself.”  Leeward paused before continuing.  “It says in your file that you’re from the 15th century, is it safe to assume that you’re from France?”

9528 nodded “Yes, that’s correct.”

“Where in France specifically?”

“Île de la Cité.  It was fairly populated at the time, even more so now I assume.  I was one of the lucky few who lived there at the time to have a garden.”  9528 began to open up to Leeward, pleased with the topic of conversation.  The music in the room took a more cheery tone to it.  

“You say you had a garden?  What kinds of things did you grow?”

“Oh, vegetables, fruit, spices, a few medicinal herbs, etcetera..”

“Medicinal herbs, could you elaborate on that for me?”

“You see, I always preferred homemade remedies over bought ones.”

“And what did you do for a living?”  Leeward moved on, trying to find something substantial.

“I made music for the townspeople, in the market square by the cathedral.  I always hoped to entertain and lift their spirits.  It was a hard time in Paris back then.  I loved the way the children would dance around without a care in the world.  As if nothing could ever harm them.”

Leeward decided to take a chance.  “It says here that you wear a ring on your necklace.  May I ask why?”

The music in the room turned melancholy, and 9528 stilled.  It paused, as if lost in thought, or perhaps pondering what it should tell the doctor.  Leeward took the chance to listen to its melody. It sounded wistful and saudade.  The more he listened, the more it felt like he was longing for something unknown and far away.  What that meant, he was unsure.  He was brought back to the present when 9528 spoke.

“It was a gift from someone close to me.  I wear it to remember them.”  That was all it seemed willing to divulge.  The music softly paused.  “I'm growing quite tired, Doctor.”

“Just one more question for today, and then I'll leave you be.”  Leeward chose his words carefully.  “It says you were found in Marseille.  Why did you leave Paris?”

The answer it gave sounded thought out, as if only part true.  But it shook the doctor nonetheless.

“The Plague.”

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ML X BNHA au Part 3!

Part 1 here

Part 2 here

Lê Chiên Kim/ Roi Singe

Quirk: Uproar (Whenever Kim touches someone with all five fingers of his hand, that person's quirk goes completely out of control for five minuets!)

Kim is a star swimmer from Vietnam and an up and coming pro hero student... those are mostly his only good qualities. Back home, Kim was really know for the jokes he played on his other classmates. Some of them were just harmless pranks. Some of them were Kim using his quirk on other students, causing massive mayhem.

Kim's best friends: Max, Eijiro, Denki

Zoé Lee/ Vesperia

Quirk: Wasp (Zoe can do anything a wasp can! Including wings on her back that allow her to fly, antenna on her head that she can use sense smells outside the human range, and fingernails that are made out of the same material as a wasps stinger.)

Zoé Lee is the daughter of the dead rich man Mr. Lee and the world famous fashion designer / Pro Hero, Audrey Bourgeois. Her whole life, her mother molded Zoé into her image: a "proper" evil rich woman. Zoé kept up the act for most of her life, even making friends with the vilest rich kids imaginable. But everything changed when Zoé fell in love with a 'common' girl. Her friends shunned her, and her mother decided to get her out of the picture by sending her away to U.A. But Zoé will have her revenge, she knows that her mother is making deals with villains in exchange for wealth. Now, she just needs to learn how to prove it.

Zoe' friend: Shoto

Rose Lavillant/ Princess Fragrance

Quirk: Perfume (Rose's body emits a natural perfume that she can use to change other people's emotions. She mainly uses her quirk to stun people with happiness.)

Rose Lavillant is another exchange student from France and Juleka's girlfrend. She has an inherited illness but is properly medicated for hero work and is surrounded by love from her family and girlfriend. Rose is a bi lebebad. Rose is a bi lessbien... Rose like Juleka.

Rose's best friends: Juleka, Ochako, Mina

Juleka Couffaine/ Tigress Pourpre

Quirk: Tigress (Juleka can do anything a tiger can! Including be big and punch scratch people to death!)

Juleka Couffaine is the daughter of Anarka Couffaine, the ex wife of pro hero Jagged Stone and mother of Luka Couffaine. Juleka barely knows her brother because her father took him away. Juleka dosen't have many friends at school except her girlfriend Rose. All her life, Juleka feels like she was background character... but now, a change. Juleka is attending U.A. far away from home with her girlfriend and is finnaly going to spend time with her brother! Nothing could ruin this... except Chloe & Sabrina being there.

Juleka's best friends: Rose, Luka, Kyoka, Fumikage

Sabrina Raincomprix/ Vanisher

Quirk: Vanish (By relaxing her vocal cords, Sabrina can turn her body invisible. She can also extend her invisibility to objects she touches.)

Sabrina Raincomprix is the daughter of the police chief of Paris and best friends with Chloe Bourgeois. Once, they were equals, real best friends. But Chloe's quirk & her father changed her for the worst. She began seeing the people around her as tools to mock and laugh at. Sabrina mocked them too, laughed at them too, liked bullying the others with her best friend... until Chloe started bullying her. Chloe thinks that without her, Sabrina has nothing. But Sabrina knows that without her, Chloe is the one that has nothing. Blowing up her dad's life savings so she can attend U.A. along with the blonde, Sabrina is determined to make Chloe her real best friend again, even if it means making her feel worthless... or making everyone else feel worthless.

Sabrina's best friend: Chloe

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The Outcast and The Angel Simeon x Reader

(Thank you @juhlydrawsblog for the title)

Summary: One self-filled prayer after the other, it seems as though that’s all anyone ever cares about. So when the words of you’re selfless prayer touch his soul, Simeon just has to know you

Warning: possibly OOC Simeon, Doesn’t really follow the plot of Obey Me, Simeon’s Angel ranking is changed, very much inspired by Hunchback of Notre Dame, angst, possible mistakes with religion writing, creepy guardian person (I don't know the name of someone who keeps a ward), not historically accurate clothes, set around the 1500 and 1600's, going with Obey Me being set in England, yes I know that Notre Dame is in Paris but the design is what I'm thinking of for this, will do my best to make this gender neutral, if there’s anymore I shall add

The market flooded with townspeople desperate to sell their stock, voices talking over one another in an attempt to negotiate what they want before the days end.

Two angels on the top of the cathedral cast their gaze on the humans below, silent in voice but many words are exchanged through their eyes, an agreement between the two of them.

These people are hopeless

"When the first bell of Evening Mass chimes come find me here." the ash blonde angels voice calmly spoke,

"I understand."

The toll of the bell cued the angel to leave, only a quill and scroll in his remaining. Townspeople scurried to the church, not wanting to miss their last chance to talk to God. Simeon picked up the items, wings fluttering while he dropped into the cathedral roof, preparing for the words of the people.

. . .

Here high in the rafters of the stone church sits an angel, doing his assigned task of collecting the prayers of the humans below him, finally obtaining silence as each one left. The sound of the church doors opening caused his hand to pick up his scroll, readying for another uncharitable request to God.

“I don’t know if you can hear me, or if you’re even there. I don’t know if you would listen to my prayers”

Simeon hands lowered his eyes drifting towards you who gazed at the cross in front of you, leaning against the stone pillar, uncertainty fixed your eyes.

“Yes, I know I’m just an outcast. I shouldn’t speak to you. Still I see your face and wonder, we’re you once an outcast too?”

Your fingered trailed behind you, running across the pews while your feet carried you. The falling sunlight that shone through the coloured windows reflected in your eyes, drawing Simeon in like a welcoming embrace.

His wings fluttered softly, following you from above, completely enchanted by you.

“God help the outcasts hungry from birth, show them the mercy they don’t find on earth. God help my people, we look to you still. God help the outcasts or no body will.”

He was taken aback from this request, he had sat on those rafters many times, but hardly ever had he heard someone pray for someone else without demanding something in return. Earlier’s prayers repeated in his mind, seeing just how different people could be.

‘I ask for wealth’

‘I ask for fame’

‘I ask for glory to shine on my name’

‘I ask for love I can possess’

‘I ask for God and his angels to bless me’

The selfless words spoke over them, drowning out the prayers in his head.

“I ask for nothing, I can get by. But I know so many less lucky than I.”

The angels feet barely made a sound when they touched the floor, his chest beating like a melody to your words.

“Please help my people, then poor and down trod. I thought we all were children of God.”

The cross loomed over you once more, falling to your knees as through the weight of it was pushing you down.

“God help the outcasts, children of God.”

You lingered there for a moment, tears falling down your cheeks. A gasp left your lips at the feeling of a finger gently clearing the tear from your face.

He is infront of you, eyes that held a gentleness as he knelt beside you, his hand never leaving it’s spot.

“Don’t be discouraged.”

In the blink of an eye you were no longer in front of him, slightly hiding behind one of the pillars you steadied your heart from the scare.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." His soft voice called to you, unmoving from his place, the fear of frightening you any further lingering in his mind

"I'm... I'm not supposed to talk to people." Stammering warily while pressing your hands against the textured stone separating the two of you

"Why not? his eyebrows furrowed with his hush tone

You stayed silent, fingers digging further into the pillar. His softness was like a rope pulling you in, but the warning of your guardian stuck your feet in place.

Further silence endured before a small breath of air left his lips, mind running fast with different approaches he could attempt.

"You're prayer... it's not often one hears a prayer like yours."

Your eyes widened with the words leaving him, your voice refused to come out while you hid your face with your palm, the strange man had not said it mockingly yet the impact was the same.

"I've never prayed before, there is no need to point out that I didn't do it properly."

"I don't mean to mock you. On the contrary, your words spoke to me like none before."

Against the voice in your head trying to lead you out and away from the man, your feet carried you past the pillar. There he stood, a warm smile on his face at your reveal.

"Well hello there."

“Who are you?” you asked, continuing to maintain your distance 

“Simeon, it’s very nice to meet you.” a slight bow followed his words

“And, what are you doing alone in the church?” your eyes gazed with suspicion but were also filled with curiosity

“Not to be rude, but you came to be alone in the church aswell.” his answer was rewarded by the chuckle that escaped your mesmorizing lips

“You’re quite strange. But not wrong.” 

The moon now fully risen in the sky shone in the skylight, alerting your attention. Though a strange conversation, neither wanted to stop listening to the other, with a bite to your lip you prepared to say goodbye.

“May I ask your name-”

“I must be off, it was quite nice meeting you Simeon.” his words interrupted by your rushed voice, your body no longer infront of him

“Will you be back tomorrow?” He asked, stopping your hand from pulling the door open

You pushed down the flutter in your cheeks, slightly turning to meet his bright eyes once more. The ghost of a smile playing on your lips as the thought of seeing this strange man again crossed your mind.

“Perhaps.”

Simeon stayed in place an extra few moments, eyes lingering on where you once stood. A smile on his face for a moment before his wings came back out, bringing him to where he had sat, your words replaying as though they were still being spoken.

“Perhaps is alright.”

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Thank you for reading. If you have any requests just send them to me and I’ll try to write them to the best of my ability

It has been a long time since I’ve written an actual fanfic without abandoning the project, so I apologize for this not being too long, I hope you all enjoy this.

And remember you are a fantabulous human being and that is my opinion to which you can not change my opinion so better just accept that you’re an amazing person who is doing a fantastic job. Keep up the great work. Have a good day or night or whatever you’re reading this at

Thank you @juhlydrawsblog @obey-me-posts @poetofthedyingstars @siriuslyblackonback @syzxu @coffeeandtealol @somany-fandoms-solittle-time @a-rat-that-loves-cheese @nwaml for your comments and reblogs. They really helped with having the energy and love for this idea and helped with me not abandoning this idea!!! So yes, thank you once again

[andrewuttaro]

Immaculate Simplicity

Few sports memories I possess are as distinct and lasting as those of the 2008 Summer Olympics. Specifically the memory that comes to mind is that of the famed American swimmer Michael Phelps. He was at his peak. These memories are aided by being largely concurrent with a family vacation I enjoyed quite a bit in Virginia Beach; that and I was going into Junior Varsity swimming that Fall, my freshman year in High School.

That summer it seemed like every other day I was watching something new about Michael Phelps. He would become the most decorated Olympian of all time with what many posited were in-born skills. I am not kidding when I say the man has partially webbed toes and biologist seemed to agree his body was uniquely designed to be good at swimming. I can still see that perfect butterfly stroke in my mind’s eye. He was the perfect swimmer.

I never made it to varsity swimming. I was bad enough that in a less forgiving program they might have sent me back down to the modified team I’d been on in Middle School. Within the same year I had been marveling at the swimming perfection of Michael Phelps I was swearing off competitive swimming myself due to a combination of hazing, lack of talent, and a newfound passion for Cross-Country running. I never got close to the same waters of swimming perfection.

We have a funny understanding of perfection don’t we? Plainly we imagine some sterilized vision of faultless grace unreachable to our kindest conceptions of ourselves. We pick up an instrument and imagine a symphony orchestra in a concert hall. This thinking infects our cultural understandings of Christianity as well: heaven is a collection of cloud-bound harpists, the Saints are wise paragons illustrated like military generals, and for we Catholics there is Mary Immaculate conceived without sin.

The Immaculate Heart of Mary (referencing Mary’s Immaculate conception i.e. conceived without sin) is really the final boss of absurdly perfect religious ideas. On the face of it even the well-versed Christian might ask: Why do we need a sinless mother when the son she bore was sinless? Does that not make her less relatable? Does that not make her less human in a certain way?

When I gushed about the Blessed Mother back in May I touched on this briefly. The monthly Catholic devotions circle around to familiar themes. This is intentional in a way: prayer often involves repetition and what better things to repeat than the inner truths of the faith? What I wrote back in May was that Mary’s perfection did not make her any less human, it made her MORE human. Sin pulls us away from complete human flourishing, not towards it.

But this monthly devotion isn’t about her immaculate conception, that comes in December. No, this is about Mary giving us the grace to be more human… and dare I say less sinful? More than that: Mary gives us the graces to be more. Maybe not Michael Phelps level graces, but graces that glow vibrantly in us, nonetheless. Yes, there will be shiny things in this article! But don’t be blinded by the light, the simplicity of this devotion is what will keep you coming back.

This feels like an old habit now, but it has served me well: let’s dive into history to start!

The Miraculous Medal

Paris in 1830. The July Revolution is unfolding. Yes, the revolution Victor Hugo was writing about in Les Misérables. This revolution replaced one monarch with another. Charles X wanted to be a more dictatorial, absolute monarch so a good old fashioned French revolution threw him out for a cousin, Louis Philippe who accepted a constitution. He would preside over a decline in French living standards, so he was himself thrown out eighteen years later in another revolt of the French people.

The same year, in the same city, something miraculous was happening. Catherine Laboure, a daughter of Charity (the female religious order to the Vincentians established two centuries earlier by the great French Saint Vincent De Paul) had just entered the convent. On July 18th she was beckoned into the chapel by what she described as a child’s voice. Once there, the Blessed Virgin Mary spoke to her saying: “God wishes to charge you with a mission. You will be contradicted, but do not fear; you will have the grace to do what is necessary. Tell your spiritual director all that passes within you. Times are evil in France and in the world.”

Four months later, the Blessed Mother actually appeared to Laboure during evening meditations. This time she displayed herself in an oval, the details of which are all laid out in the Miraculous medal itself. The most notable feature of the miraculous medal (see the thumbnail image of this post) is the words around the outside: “O Mary, conceived without sin, pray for us who have recourse to thee.”

Mary was adorned with gems, most of which glistening out radiant light. Catherine asked why some of the gems were not shining and the Blessed Mother responded: “Those are the graces for which people forget to ask.” More on this exhortation in a moment. Mary told Catherine to bring a description of the image she appeared within to her confessor who would make medallions for which graces would come to those who possessed them. This Catherine did.

After some time assessing the sincerity of Catherine’s visions, her confessor did bring the visions to the Archbishop anonymously, hoping to protect Catherine from backlash. The Archbishop approved the visions and medallions were made. The devotion spread rapidly and had a big impact on the tumultuous but soaring Catholicism of the nineteenth century. The devotion was influential in the 1854 proclamation of the Immaculate Heart of Mary by Pope Pius IX, the biggest “long time coming” proclamation in the history of the Catholic Church which we’ll talk more about in December.

For her part Catherine Laboure would spend the next forty years of her life caring for the elderly and infirm outside Paris to the point she would be recognized as the Patron Saint of Seniors when she was canonized a Saint in 1947. Except for the four years immediately preceding her death in 1876 as she fell ill, Laboure gave her life exclusively to service, not the attention her visions had gained.

Nowadays you are likely to encounter the miraculous medal, in numbers, in any explicitly Catholic store or shrine. French Catholics practically throw them at you I’ve discovered. Just going to a Catholic shrine or on a retreat here or there I have come into a dozen of them. I also went to a Vincentian college, Niagara University, which helped my odds I suppose. The image itself, and its reverse, are densely packed with symbolic, prayerful meaning. Few devotions pack so much into such a little package.

The bottom of the front side has Mary standing atop the year 1830 which is a plain reference to the year of St. Catherine Laboure’s visions. The first words she spoke to Catherine are written around the outer parameter here. Mary’s arms are outstretched, symbolizing recourse to her, and the shining rays of light shine out from her hands extending the graces she told Catherine about.

As with most Marian depictions, Mary is standing on a globe representing her queenship of heaven and earth. Upon that globe is the serpent she strikes with her heel in reference to Genesis 3:15. We Catholics consider her the mysterious new eve discreetly referenced in that verse who crushes the forces of evil and sin by way of her brave acceptance of Jesus Christ before anyone else.

Before going to the symbolism on the reverse side of the medal I want to touch on this ability of Mary to dispense graces. All of Catholic Marian dogma really comes back to this idea that Mary is a mediatrix of the grace of God, indeed the premier mediatrix of that grace. Yes, God’s grace shines upon all who seek his face, but Mary is the original co-mediatrix with Christ. She is the great guide to Jesus Christ and the primary conduit of the graces he so desperately wants to impart on us.

Worth the distinction here, particularly for my non-Catholic readers, Mary is a co-mediatrix with Christ, that is she helps dispense his grace (like a true mom) like she does in so many small, personal ways and in big ways with these Marian visitations we talk about. Mary is not co-redemptrix, that is she is not herself a redeemer of humanity, that is a title and role reserved entirely for Jesus Christ. This is a critical distinction and worth repeating when you find someone scandalized by Mary’s prominence in Catholic life. Pope Francis reaffirmed this co-mediatrix/co-redemptrix distinction as recently as 2020.

Onto the reverse side of the Miraculous Medal. Around the parameter is the twelve stars crowning Mary from Revelation 12:1. While Protestants take a more agnostic understanding of this passage, it is the belief of the Catholic and Orthodox Churches (and most non-Protestant churches for that matter) that this pregnant woman giving birth referenced is Mary. The twelve stars then become a loaded metaphor, a crown unique among all Saints, a sign of her queenship over the communion of Saints, all those who pursued Jesus in exemplary ways.

This is for the same deeply relational reasons I gushed about back in May, that Mary bravely chooses Jesus before any other human being; but also because the stars indicate a sacred continuity between Jews and Christians and of the character of God himself forever. In one sense, the stars are a symbol of eternity for the ancients, as far as they knew stars lasted forever. God is eternally with us and wants to extend his saving grace to us.

The number twelve is a reference to God’s original chosen people, the nation of Israel, and their twelve tribes. The twelve stars also represent the Twelve Apostles, the foundation of Christianity and the tangible origin of the Church itself. The Twelve Apostles reference with the stars is also bluntly literally when we consider Mary a constant feature of Jesus’ earthly ministry. Those original twelve would have known Mary’s holiness quite well personally.

The twelve stars meaning goes so much deeper than I can fit in this article. Suffice to say Mary’s queenship which they represent is an honor and a grace given to all humanity via her intercession for us. Mary continually pleads our case to God outside of time and space in the realm of eternity. In the ancient world the most powerful queen in a royal court was usually the king’s mother for various reasons. Mary’s Queenship would have made perfect sense in that period of history.

Central on the reverse side is the Marian Cross. This is a regular cross with the letter M beneath it, sometimes with a crossbar linking the two. The Marian Cross is meant to represent the Blessed Mother’s presence for her son all the way through the passion, especially the crucifixion. Mary and only two of Jesus’ followers were there throughout, the ultimate fruition of Mary’s devotion to Jesus which began when she accepted his conception at the Annunciation before he was born.

The two hearts beneath the Marian Cross are the Sacred Heart of Jesus and the Immaculate Heart of Mary. In June I went in depth on the Sacred Heart of Jesus, and I invite you to go back to that profound image of Jesus’ love for us in that article. The Immaculate Heart of Mary is shown with a sword piercing it. This sword represents Mary’s sorrows, namely the suffering she had to endure for her son.

Sidenote: the September devotion is the Seven Sorrows of Mary. That devotion dives deep into Mary’s experience of the salvific mission of her son. Moreover, the image itself is seven swords piercing her heart so we will explain this in much more detail next month.

I don’t need to explain why the death of a child is a traumatic suffering. However, when we consider all that Mary went through we see how profound her motherly devotion was: after all she knew the mission her son was on. She was told before he was even born. She went ahead with it all anyway and felt every joy and suffering along the way, nonetheless. Mary’s Immaculate Heart is what this month’s devotion is really all about.

Simplicity Immaculate

What are the graces “for which people forget to ask”? That is the big question left open when you first encounter this devotion. As far as I have been able to ascertain there are no specific graces frequently missed being referenced here. Rather this is an invitation to be brave like Mary was and ask for God’s grace. There is a simplicity to this worth noting. If you have a question, ask it. If you need help, request assistance. If you knock, the door will be opened for you. There is no magical thinking here: just an exhortation to be humble enough to ask for God’s help.

I could go on and on about how powerful that message would have been in St. Catherine Laboure’s moment in history in a France clutched by revolution for the second time in many people’s lifetime, “Times are evil in France and in the world” as the Blessed Mother said to Laboure, but I already went down the history hole once in this article. Still we might want to take on the comfort of that message: the ugliness of the times come and go. Divine grace always awaits us when we’re willing to accept it.

The kicker of the graces not asked for bit is the emphasis of a spiritual, almost psychologically heavy, chasm we feel between God and ourselves; the same chasm that often stops us from contemplating any personal ascent towards God or… dare I say perfection, Christian perfection. We don’t consider that magnitude of holiness something we could ever do so we simply don’t try or worse, perpetuate the idea its all an inaccessible religious standard of a bygone era.

I think I still love swimming. They normally capture my attention the most at every summer Olympics. Michael Phelps has now retired from competition. I got all excited to see him in the commentator’s booth for the U.S. Olympic Trials this go around. He isn’t defensive about his records. Michael Phelps is actually in regular contact with some of the most promising American swimmers in the pool these days.

Principal among those is one Katie Ledecky who is a handful of medals away from becoming the most decorated female Olympian of all time, an honor not far off from Phelps’ own title as the most decorated Olympian of all time. The fun thing here is that Ledecky was a fan of Phelps since she was a child. She got his autograph when he was hardly twenty-one years old, in the early phases of stunning the swimming world. Ledecky was only nine years old at that time. That 2006 autograph was before those legendary Beijing Olympics that stick in my memory.

Ledecky took that inspiration and became the greatest female swimmer ever. She did not consider Phelps an unattainable standard of perfection hindering her own striving for swimming excellence. That may sound like a ridiculous proposition: why would inspiration, a role model, discourage her from swimming? Bingo.

Now you see how grace works. Graces are God’s way of working with us if we only choose to cooperate. To put them off is in some ways taking an utterly positive thing and letting it rot on the vine. Grace is simple, beautifully simple.

No, I am not comparing Michael Phelps to God or Katie Ledecky to the Blessed Mother. The point here is that we have to overcome this existential awkwardness for lack of a better term. Christian perfection is possible with grace. We have to overcome a very human but nonetheless unhelpful compulsion that God’s callings for us are not doable or even conceivable at that. Immaculate is not a synonym for unattainable. Mary’s Immaculate Heart is our home base for the kind of striving that helps us approach Christian perfection if we only choose to cooperate with God.

It is really that simple. It is immaculate simplicity. Effort the approach to divine grace and you are likely to come away with something shiny. Your mind might really get blown when you discover the grace of God in a talent you possess just waiting to be activated by the Immaculate Heart of Mary.

Thanks for reading! My book “How to catch feelings for Jesus” is available online. Admittedly it is not this focused on the Blessed Mother, but I definitely hit on the themes of the devotion in other facets. Share this article! I am in the swing of writing on a monthly basis now and would love to hear your input. Did you really read more than 2800 words to not have something to say about it?

[amandacastroworld]

Adult

Teen

Child (After)

Child (Before)

Monica Adult/Woman Godmother/Jorel's Sister

Feature films

Monica Adult x Miraculous (Episode 1)

Monica Adult 2: Monica's Gang x My Little Pony (Episode 2)

Monica Adult 3: meets Special Agent Oso (Episode 3)

Monica Adult 4: Special Friend Pen Pal (Episode 4)

Monica Adult 5: meets Pokémon (Episode 5)

Monica Adult 6: Big Nate meet Pixie Girl (Episode 6)

Monica Adult 7: Monica Adult x WALL-E (Episode 7)

Monica Adult 8: Little Flower Save the Day (Episode 8)

Monica Adult 9: meets Ant Man (Episode 9)

Monica Adult x Jorel's Brother (Episode 10)

Monica Adult: Jorel's Brother and Big Nate stay the House at Party (Episode 11)

Monica Adult: Miraculous Heroes vs Queen Bully (Episode 12)

Monica Adult 10: meet Papa Louie and Friends (Episode 13)

Monica Adult vs Evil Jorel's Brother (Episode 14)

Monica Adult: meets Sonic and his Friends (Episode 15)

Monica Adult: The Sonic and Amy Games (Episode 16)

Monica Adult: meets Totally Spies (Episode 17)

Monica Adult: Disneyland Paris (Episode 18)

Monica Adult: Miraculous Heroes saves Mothers and Fathers (Episode 19)

Monica Adult: Spies meets Pinocchio (Episode 20)

Monica Adult: Tales of Yuki and Ame (Episode 21)

Monica Adult: Holiday of Cruise Ship (Episode 22)

Jorel's Brother the Movie

Nina and Pikachu the Movie

Little Flower and Friends as Fairy

Lucky and the Mother

Nina and Carlos Movie

Monica Adult: Meet God Eater and Shingo (Episode 23)

Monica Adult: Jorel's Brother Forever (Episode 24/Final)

Short films:

Monica Adult: Jorel's Brother saves the day

Monica Adult: Little Flower and the Best Friends

Monica Adult: Wedding of Nina and Carlos

Jorel's Brother and Bruna Dottie

Bruna Dottie the Series

Queen Monique the Series

Nina and Pikachu Little Flower and your Friends Vivica, Lucky the Cat and Jorel's Brother at a Disneyland The Damian Desmond Show Nina and Carlos the Series Jorel's Brother and Little Flower

Shows:

Monica Adult the Series (Seasons 1, 2 and 3)

Monica Adult and Jorel's Brother (1, and 2)

Monica Adult: Team Godmother and Godfather

Voice

Emma Stone (Adult/speaking)

Jill Scott (singing)

America Young (Teen)

Cassidy Naber (Child)

Inspiration

Monica's Gang

Manolo Sánchez

Marc Anciel

María Posada

Pixie Girl

Elsa

Fairy Godmother

Character information

Full Name

Mônica de Sousa

Other names

Chubby

Bucktoothed Shorty (all insults by the bad boys)

Goat (by Nathaniel)

Aunt (by Toodler Marc)

Mommy (by Monique, Walter and Jimmy Six)

Miss Sousa (by Mailman)

Queen Monica (by Sabrine Chang)

Woman Godmother (by Jorel's Brother, Jorel, Lara and Nico)

Woman Rich (by Raindow Dash)

Jorel's Sister (by Betterfly)

Miss Monica (by Jorel's Brother, Lara, Betterfly and Pinocchio)

Age:

9 Years 13 Years 19 Years 24 Years 25 Years Years 26

Occupation

Student

Superhero

Babysitter

Actor

Model

Doctor

Nurse

Gamer

Godmother

Godmother Work

Worker of Cafeland

Fashion designer

Maggy/Captian Godmother's boss

Owner of Jimmy Five

Spy

Singer

Cocoplay School Adult and Teens

Home

Monica's Giga Mansion

Likes

Fighting crime, red dresses, Maggy, Jimmy Five the hero, Smudge, her friends, her powers, Nina, Marc Anciel, Miraculous Heroes, Nathaniel, Raindow Dash, Dotty, Pikachu, Pokemon, help friends healing Nina, Good Gabriel, Marinette and Adrien (Cat Noir and Ladybug), her kids, Magic Rings, Video Games, her pupil Jorel's Brother, Cafeland, Playing a Little Flower, Her Adoptive Sister, Jorel's Brother, Dreams, going to balls, dancing, singing, animals, romance, flowers, money, youtubers, games, French Miraculous superhero team, Flower Miraculous, Dance, Singing, Totally Spies, Pinocchio, Kelly, Cerise Bianca and CB

Dislikes

Jimmy Five the villain, being teased, Jimmy Five stealing Samson from her Nina is died, Snakes, Monicuda, Lila Rossi, Jorel's Brother a trouble, Bullying, Wall-Monicuda, Mother and Father's Death, Haters, Her hater, Bullies, Dr. Eggman, Tails' Bullies, Jorel's Brother gets Hurt

Powers and abilities

Super-human strength

Speed

Durability

Agility

Aging

Healing

Regeneration

Senses

Invincibility

Invulnerability

Endurance

Longevity

Intelligence

Flight

Immense strength

Immense surability Leaping Craftiness Agility

Drawing

Magic

Glow-Up

Size Manipulation

Control Size Addition Superhuman Strength Superhuman Durability

Cryokinesis Life creation Extract water memories

Communication with animals

Communication with Jorel's Brother

Superhuman Strength

Invulnerability

Elasticity Shape-shifting Metamorphosis Hand-to hand combat Density alteration

Invisibility Force field generation

See below

Cryokinesis

Depending on the character she interprets it has various powers

Superpowers

Paraphernalia

Samson (Bunny)

Magic Wand

Magic Pen

Potions

First Aid

Sword

Shield

Magic Rings

Gold Boots

Flower Miraculous

Tiara 

Gold

Money

Diamond

Crystal

Gold, Money, Diamond and Crystal Headband

Glow-Up Tiara

Magic Headband

Dress

Gifts

Card Gifts

Nina's Music Box

Status

Active

Family information

Parents

Mr. Sousa †  (father)

Luísa Sousa † (mother)

Partner(s)

Jimmy Five (husband)

Nina (Crush/girlfriend)

Other relatives:

Mary Angela (Sister-in-law)

Mr. Five (father-in-law)

Ms. Five (mother-in-law)

Eve-Maggy (Sister-in-law)

Alan (Co Brother-in-law)

Alice and Elena (Nieces)

Alan Jr. (Nephew)

Angel Boy (Adoptive Brother-in-law)

Emma (Niece)

Siblings

Wall-Monica (Twin Sister)

Bibi (Adoptive Sister)

Children

Monique (daughter)

Walter (adoptive son)

Jimmy Six (son)

Jimmy Five Jr. (son)

Jônica and Cenourinha (twins son and daughter)

Guardians

Jorel's Brother and Lara (Guardians)

Pets

Ditto (pet dog)

Sky (Pegasus)

Friends / Allies

Cebolinha/Godfather Man (rival and love interest; later husband)

Cascão/Mister Godfather Magali/Captian Godmother (best friend)

Dustine/Woman Sister

Toddy/Brother Bold Doreen Jeremiah Franklin Sunny Denise Marina Milena Angel/Angelo The River Mermaid

Mrs. Johnson's Adoptive Sister

Hazel

Matt

Mrs. Johnson

Vivo

Gabi

Vivica

Sophie

Amai

Lila

Doctor Isabel

Her Teacher

Miraculous:

Mrs. Anciel

Mr. Anciel

Nathaniel's Mother

Nathaniel's Father

Lily Anciel

Sophie Kurtzberg

Evil Monicuda

Evil Magaluda

Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Ladybug

Adrien Agreste/Cat Noir

Ivan Bruel/Minotaurox

Nino Lahiffe/Carapace

Lê Chiến Kim/King Monkey

Max Kanté/Pegasus

Zoé Lee/Vesperia

Alya Césaire/Rena Rouge

Rose Lavillant/Pigella

Mylène Haprèle/Polymouse

Juleka Couffaine/Purple Tigress

Marc Anciel/Rooster Bold

Nathaniel Kurtzberg/Caprikid

Luka Couffaine/Viperion Alix Kubdel/Bunnyx

Sabrina Raincomprix/Miss Hound

Kagami Tsurugi/Ryuko

Félix Fathom/Argos

Marinette Dupain-Cheng (Re Verse)/Ladybug

Adrien Agreste/Paw Noir

Socqueline Wang/Caterpillar

Gabriel Agreste/Re-Verse

Aurore Beauréal

Mireille Caquet

The Forgotten

Sabine Cheng

Cerise Bianca

Little Flower (Fan)

My Little Pony

Rainbow Dash

Pinkie Pie

Rarity

Sunset Shimmer

Applejack

Fluttershy

Twilight Sparkle

Starlight Glimmer

Trixie Lulamoon

Fuchsia Blush

Lavender Lace

Spike the Dragon

Special Agent Oso

Dotty

Wolfie

Marie Mouse

Nicole Sims

Nina Castro (Fan/Best Friend/Girlfriend)

Carlos de Castro Oliveira

Pikachu

Ash Ketchum

Isabelle Stone

Pixie Girl

Fuleco

Teacher Games

Suzy Willows

Nate Wright

Ellen Wright 

Francis Pope

Teddy Ortiz Jenny Jenkins Mr. Rosa Artur Pashkov (sometimes) Dee Dee Holloway Chad Applewhite Daphne Ruby Dinsmore

WALL-E

EVE M-O Captain B. McCrea Hal VN-GO VAQ-M PR-T L-T BR-LA D-FIB HAN-S WALL-A John Mary

Bibble (Helper/Maid)

Ant-Man (Scott Lang)

Jorel's Brother

Lara

Kelly

Jorel

Nico

Ana Catarina

Tosh

Rovena Fabinho Marcelinho

Dona Danuza

Seu Edson

Vovó Juju

Vovó Gigi

Tia Ivone

Valtinho

Ludmila

Marc Anciel's Aunt

Marc Anciel's Uncle

Marc Anciel's Cousins

Doctor Isadora

Sofia (Girlfriend)

Shadow the Hedgehog

Rouge the Bat

Sonic the Hedgehog

Miles "Tails" Prower

Knuckles the Echidna

Amy Rose

Cream the Rabbit

Cheese

Big the Cat

Dogday

Totally Spies

Alexandra Huang

Sam Sullivan

Clover Andersson Jerry Lewis Britney Tang

Mickey Mouse

Minnie Mouse

Donald Duck

Daisy Duck

Goofy

Pluto

Chip and Dale

Disney Heroes and Princesses

Scooter

Kenton

Mesa

Rollie

Nye

Steven

Amanda de Brown

Forgotten de Brown

Roy

Timm

Sofi/Guardian the Robot (Timm's Girlfriend/Fan/Best Friend)

Rosie's Mother (Angel)

Rosie Flower

Pinocchio 

Blue Fairy

Geppetto

Figaro

Cleo

Jiminy Cricket

Honest John (formerly)

Gideon (formerly)

Lampwick

Sabina

Sofia

Lucky the Cat

Momo the Cat

Kenny the Cat

Angela

Tom

Angelo and Julia

Vivica's Twin Sons

Queen Monique

Sophia (Nathaniel's Sister)

Barbie

Ken

Hazel's Teacher

Zizito

Shingo Yabuki

Ame

Yuki

Hana

Lenka Utsugi (Fan)

Alisa Ilinichina Amiella (Fan)

Jorel's Sister (Fan)

Bruna Dottie and Adoptive Sisters and Brothers (Jorel's Brother's Children)

Damian Desmond

Anya Forger

Becky Blackbell

Ewen Egeburg

Emile Elman

Donovan Desmond Melinda Desmond Demetrius Desmond

Loid Forger Yor Forger Yuri Briar

The King of Fighters Friends

CB (Casas Bahia's Mascot)

Enemies

Penha (archenemy)

Captain Fray Agnes Agnes's Parents Sofia Viviane, the Witch Dr. Spam Yuka Cebolinha (everytime he tries to steal her bunny) Cascão (everytime he helps Jimmy' plans)

Monicuda† 

Lila Rossi

Lila's Clones

Evil Monica† 

Angel (Tekken)

Bibble (formerly)

Evil Fuleco

Lucky the Cat (formerly)

Momo the Cat (formerly)

Kenny the Cat (formerly)

The three Rich Angel Girls

Angel's Three Sisters

Team Rocket (sometimes)

Jessie (archenemy)

James (second archenemy)

Meowth (third archenemy)

Gina Hemphill-Toms

Mrs. Godfrey (adult archenemy)

AUTO†

GO-4 † SECUR-T units

WALL-E's Rival

Queen Lady †

Monicuda's Mother†

The Witch†

Wall-Monicuda†

Evil Jorel's Brother/Pombo Boy (formerly)

Scooter's Bullies

Evil Hair Salon†

Queen Bully†

Dr. Eggman

Shelly (Shadow's Rival)

Mandy Dominique Caitlin Mindy

3 Pinocchio's Rivals

Honest John Gideon Stromboli Coachman Coachman's Minions

John Man†

Queen Storm†

Jorel's Sister/Robux (formerly)

Piot

Monica is a genius, billionaire, rich, playboy, and philanthropist.

Jimmy Five then decides to send her away to study with the all boys in Paris (Miraculous) in order to curb her rebellious New Face and become a proper adult. When she is sent off, Jimmy Five cries and excuses himself.

Monica, and Maggy returns to Lemon Tree Street 15 years later having grown into two beautiful young womans adults (24 years), Marc Anciel, Nathaniel, Mylene and Marinette's Friends becomes Teenages and Lily Anciel (Marc Anciel's Sister) and Sophie (Nathaniel's Sister) becomes Hair adult

[helmetkeeper]

can i get a playlist for a tiger therian? i like kind of ethereal/mystical music, or anything that reminds you of a jungle or forest. please include some nonlyricals/instrumentals! thank you eternally :3

hello! sorry for being so late, but hopefully you like some of these songs. happy new year!

songs go like "song" + "artist"

"Evening Wind" + "Joe Hisaishi"

"Heimr Àrnadalr" (From 'Frozen'/Score) + "Christophe Beck"

"Tulou Tagaloa" + "Olivia Foa'i"

"Around" + "Modulogeek"

"Shalala" + "Moses Gunn Collective"

"Sunshine Recorder" + "Boards of Canada"

"Lycanthrope" + "NOMAD_theband"

"Creature of the Night" + "Air Traffic Controller"

"I Am Here To Lose Control" + "De Staat"

"We are Gods! We are Wolves!" + "Le Loup"

"Werewolf Heart" + "Dead Man's Bones"

"In The Room Where You Sleep" + "Dead Man's Bones"

"Fangs" + "Younger Hunger"

"Therian" + "Papadosio"

"Feels Like We Only Go Backwards" + "Tame Impala"

"Plastic Beach" + "Gorillaz" and "Mick Jones" and "Paul Simonon"

"I Can't Wait" + "Nu Shooz"

"Shut Eye" + "Stealing Sheep"

"Animal Impulses" + "IAMX"

"Kitty City" + "Cyriak Harris"

"I Saw an Angel" + "Puzzle"

"Photosynthesis" + "Blank Banshee"

"Bathsalts" + "Blank Banshee"

"The Mind Electric" + "Miracle Musical"

"Temptation Stairway" (Waltz Variation) + "Metaroom"

"Blood In The Wine" + "AURORA"

"Little Boy In The Grass" + "AURORA"

"LIGHT SHOWER" + "Melanie Martinez"

"SPIDER WEB" + "Melanie Martinez"

"最後の楽園" (in english: "The Last Paradise") + "Haruomi Hosono"

"This Is My Beloved" + "Mort Garson"

"lain" + "C4FF31N3"

"6pm" (from Animal Crossing) + "Arcade Player"

"K.K. Jazz" (from Animal Crossing) + "Arcade Player"

"Town Gate" (from Animal Crossing) + "Arcade Player"

"13 Angels Standing Guard 'Round The Side Of Your Bed" + "Silver Mt. Zion"

"I'm Not Human At All" (Copenhagen X Sessions) + "Sleep Party People"

"I Am Shell I Am Bone" + "Gazelle Twin"

"Wrath Of God" + "Crystal Castles"

"Love You" + "The Free Design"

"Once Upon a December" (from Anastasia) + "Emile Pandolfi"

"Landscape With a Fairy" + "aspidistrafly"

"Aquarius" + "Lor"

"village song" + "Paris Paloma"

"Come Along" + "Cosmo Sheldrake"

"Birthday Suit" + "Cosmo Sheldrake"

"Entangled Life" + "Merlin Sheldrake" and "Cosmo Sheldrake"

"In the Woods Somewhere" + "Hozier"

"Old Black Train" (feat. Justin Rubenstein) + "The Blasting Company" (Over The Garden Wall)

"Merry Go Round of Life" (Howl's Moving Castle) + "Vitamin String Quartet"

"Inside Out" + "Duster"

"Insomniac" + "Memo Boy" and "Chakra Efendi"

"Woodland" + "The Paper Kites"

"Featherstone" + "The Paper Kites"

"Willow Tree March" + "The Paper Kites"

"Oceanic Feeling" + "Lorde"

"Sunflower" + "Rex Orange County"

"Blackbird" (Remastered 2009) + "The Beatles"

"Here Comes The Sun" (Remastered 2009) + "The Beatles"

"Call Me The Breeze" + "John Mayer"

"Rule #28 - Sand" + "Fish In a Birdcage" and "Raquel Lily" and "Atlys"

"The Bug Collector" + "Haley Heynderickx"

"Call me" + "90sFlav"

"Everything at Once" + "Lenka"

"Firefly Lullabies" + "Ava Beathard"

"Howling at the Moon" + "Skyhill"

"Changing Colors" + "Hiwet Tesmi"

"La femme à la peau bleue" + "Vendredi sur Mer"

"Les Fleurs" + "Minnie Riperton"

"Monk's Robes" + "Deradoorian"

"Lavender Moon" + "Haroula Rose"

"Lions" + "Jenny Hval" and "Vivian Wang"

"Caribbean Blue" (Remastered 2009) + "Enya"

"Avalanches and Unfamiliar Ways to Die" + "Ha Vay"

"Sea, Swallow Me" + "Cocteau Twins" and "Harold Budd"

"Persephone" + "Cocteau Twins"

"Moses" + "Elizabeth Fraser"

"Andromeda" + "Weyes Blood"

"Holocene" (feat. Weyes Blood) + "Zella Day"

"Caliope" (Remastered 2011) + "Maanam"

"Mishima" + "Daphne Guinness"

"Mermaids" + "Florence + The Machine"

"Fairy Fountain" + "Super Guitar Bros"

"Glory Box" + "Portishead"

"Waffles" + "Whatever, Dad"

"Would I Be The One" + "Sean Ono Lennon"

"Electric Counterpoint: III. Fast" + "Steve Reich" and "Mats Bergström"

"Speak For Me" + "Cat Power"

"Bolero" + "BLAST! Ensemble"

"All the Candles in the World" + "Jane Siberry"

"Clouds" + "Resavoir"

"all I understand is that I don't understand" + "toe"

"The Moon Will Sing" + "The Crane Wives"

"Metaphor" + "The Crane Wives"

"The Moon and the Stars" + "John Mark Nelson"

"Mr. Fox in the Fields" + "Alexandre Desplat"

"Alive" + "Phil Lober"

"Star of the County Down" + "Van Morrison" + "The Chieftains"

"Acolyte" + "Slaughter Beach" and "Dog"

dividers from @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more and @/cringecrew

[vazaha-tya]

Hello there from the other side!

Today I come with a thirst for knowledge, I entered hyperfixation again and well I need information BUT FIRST OF ALL! If any of these questions will be answered in the future in the no longer human au! you can skip them very easily or if I answered them and since I am a Dory brain I skipped them too!!

Let's start, I'm several, I'll do it in a partial exam/activity mode because I'm traumatized by it due to my practices. 1) What is the color of the Mulciber house? (I have my theory but x) Well, things that represent the house in general. 2) Who is the head of the family? And his heir? And as for the Mulberry house, does it also have a representative, let's say? 3) Reasons for there being a Mulberry branch? And what is its color and new representative things? 4) Something about the lore of this family that you can say or that you have discarded. 5) By the way, is House Mulciber a vassal of some house or was it before or does it have vassals? Now that they separated, what happened? Is this subject to the Mulberry branch?

I have more questions that I don't remember and others are more about the lore of the Gaunt family but I will wait for it in the universe, I hope you have a great week, take care and stay hydrated!!!💙🖤💙🖤

Hello! I hope you're well! I can definitely answer those questions! Some of them will come up in the fic, but not all of it since the Mulcibers aren't the focus. I don't mind giving you an overview.

The Mulciber colours are burgundy, red and grey. Their symbol is a grey star surrounded by red fire on a burgundy background. The reason for that is that Mulciber means smelter, and it refers to the god Hephaestus who crafts weapons in his forge.

The Mulcibers used to be known for their enchanted forge and the magical weapons they produced during the wars against goblins. Even the goblins - begrudgingly - praised Mulciber blacksmiths, though they think it ridiculous that the weapons are designed to shatter at the end of war (although it is what makes them especially powerful and on par with goblin craft, the willingness to sacrifice a possible mean of defence heightens the magical output of the weapons). The Mulciber ancestral mansion is called The Kiln, and the forge is still there, though it is inactive in times of peace.

The Head of House Mulciber is Paris Mulciber. He has two children, Jason and Cassandra. There are three branch families which I haven't named, they exist because wizards of the family who distinguish themselves earn the right to establish their own household. So here, there are four branch families.

The Mulberry branch is irl named this because I was on Google Maps looking through the streets of London and there's a street called Berry street. In universe, the founder of the Mulberry branch was called Pyramus Mulciber. If you don't know, Pyramus and Thisbe are tragic lovers (the ancestors of Romeo and Juliet in some way) who planned to meet under a mulberry tree but a series of misunderstandings lead to their deaths.

The different branches keep the same family symbol, but they usually wear an accessory that denotes that they're not main family. For the Mulberry branch, it's Hector Mulciber, Hadrian's uncle, who wears a signet ring with an engraved mulberry on it. Medea wore them as earrings.

The Mulberry family has no vassals. They are Nobles but not Ancient, and gained their title by distinguishing themselves in goblin wars which makes them a wealthy family with a good reputation, but leaves them quite in the mid-ranking nobility, all things considered.

All Mulciber children are invited to The Kiln to learn how to smith. It is a rite of passage. Hadrian is unfortunately deprived from it because he is a Riddle.

If you have other questions, don't hesitate! This was fun. Take care!

[kaitropoli]

“Mannequin Head”

Painted Plaster, 1925.

Victoria and Albert Museum.

It's been a while since I last made a post, let alone one about an architectural aesthetic. I've been meaning to post research on statues, but here we are, almost one year later, and this is the statue I've managed to make our first.

Art Deco is one of, if not the most favorite styles of mine. I'm a gigantic nerd for Bioshock, and whenever we come back from our OCMD trip, it's a tradition to force my friends to drive through Philly so we can get pictures of the different Art Deco buildings. Now, Art Deco was an architectural style, but that doesn't mean it didn't influence the culture around it. What do you think of when the 'roaring twenties' is brought up? The Great Gatsby? Flappers? Mobsters? The Volstead Act (Prohibition)? Those ghastly hoof shoes? ...Bioshock... (Okay, shut up about Bioshock, Kait. They're not gonna make another one *cries internally*). Art Deco will forever be at the forefront of all those beautiful things; even thinking about the sixties will conjure up hints of that style since that was the technical revival period!

Not to sound like that one Twitter/X user, but the United States of America honestly was supposed to be Art Deco. It's a disappointment, an absolute travesty, that we lost that part of our identity due to costs and resources funding war instead. Win some, lose some, but it sucks to suck, and now look at us. However, the U.S. wasn't the only country that made prime fashion from this aesthetic design. The statue above, a display head (which ironically is not on display), was made in France, the same year as the Exposition internationale des arts décoratifs et industriels modernes (an exhibition of the same significance as the World's Fairs; basically where Art Deco got its name from).

At first, I was weary, despite the V&A website listing this as Art Deco because the display's curvature gives more Art Nouveau vibes. But upon reading that similar mannequins made their stylistic debut at the 1925 Paris Exhibition—the setting stone for the Art Deco movement—it's only right to consider this the bridge between the two styles, a blend that would eventually branch out into the wonderful relics we see today.

Although the creator of this head is unknown, the V&A website does provide some fruitful trivia: the head's structural features share qualities of work done by the late Amedeo Modigliani, an Italian painter and sculptor who passed in France, and the head's painted skin featuring qualities shown in works by Henri Matisse, a French painter and sculptor (you more than definitely know his art).

Art Deco is a style that has seen its time, but it will never die, as it is a golden ghost with geometric shapes and hypnotic patterns that stand out from the modern and the olden styles. The fact that this piece isn't on display (according to the V&A site) is absolutely mind-boggling, as it shows what once was and what could still be the beauty introduced and influencing the echoes of greatness.

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Sources:

Post's Subject // "Art Deco" - Victoria and Albert Museum

Post's Subject // "Mannequin Head" - Victoria and Albert Museum

1925 Paris Exhibition // "The Exhibition That Started An International Style: Art Deco" - Metropolis

1925 Paris Exhibition // "International Exhibition of Modern Decorative and Industrial Arts" - Wikipedia

Artist Mentioned: Biography of Amedeo Modigliani - Modigliani

Artist Mentioned: Biography of Henri Matisse - Henri Matisse

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I've been seeing too many posts with added history written by A.I., which is really stupid, considering that those types of technologies are wrong and don't list the specific data they utilize to get their information. Because I'm very wordy or know certain things doesn't mean I use a bot... you'd probably know if I did because I'd be posting every day💀 Instead, I bestow upon you real human text, an info-dump on a random thing I find online and think is pretty and/or interest asf, promises I can't deliver (aka I severely forget about or am too busy to do *rip March's posts lmfao*), and horrifically inconsistent posts.

I may make grammar mistakes here and there because I am also writing a book in my free time (that's why I'm usually too stressed to make posts—trust me, you should see my drafts—they're there, but I love to add info, yet it's time-consuming). My Grammarly hates me, and the feeling is as mutual as glass. I felt the need to get that out of the way, too.

I'm now adding all my sources so nobody mistakes this as A.I. garbage. It's not! I should've done this from the get-go, but it didn't feel necessary at first, as I barely did info posts. But if you do see something off, or you just enjoy this post and want to add to the conversation, please feel free to comment!! :)

Thank you (and I will probably make this a separate textpost, too);

Kaiti <3