#petals liveblogs

[petals2fish]

Now I'm imagining the events during Chamber of Secrets, when Hagrid is taken to Azkaban. He’s thrown into a cell across from Sirius Black. They don’t speak, just stare. The dementors aura have reduced Hagrid to a state of silent, wide-eyed terror. Sirius, though gaunt and wasting away after eleven years in prison, recognizes Hagrid. He knows who Hagrid is—remembers him as the one who carried Harry to Dumbledore all those years ago. Sirius knows that Hagrid must know Harry.

But time has changed Sirius. He’s no longer the man Hagrid might have recognized. It’s clear the half-giant doesn’t realize who is sitting across from him behind the bars. A few hours go by and Sirius can’t help himself.

"Is he safe?" Sirius rasps, his voice rough and cracked from disuse.

Hagrid jerks his head up, startled. His thick eyebrows knit together as he stares at the man, the familiarity of his face finally clicking. Recognition dawns, but Hagrid doesn’t speak. Instead, he turns his head away, refusing to meet Sirius’s eyes.

Sirius, ever relentless, doesn’t back down. "A bit of advice from a friendly convict; time passes faster in this hellhole if you talk."

"I’ve nothin’ ter say ter you," Hagrid growls, his voice dangerous.

"I know you think I killed them," Sirius replies evenly. His tone is calm, almost resigned. "I good as did. But the guards whispered before you even got here. They say you’re here because of students being petrified. I’m not stupid enough to believe you actually killed anyone. But something in Hogwarts is targeting the kids." Sirius’ voice drops to a whisper, heavy with desperation. "Is the boy safe?"

Hagrid turns his head again, his voice dripping with disgust. "Unfortunately for you, the boy lives."

"I know he lives," Sirius snaps, his tone sharp. "Is he safe?"

Hagrid hesitates, thinking of Dumbledore’s recent dismissal from Hogwarts. The board of governors voted him out after Hermione went under. Not that the board of governors gave two shits about Hermione. Without Dumbledore there, Harry is exposed, vulnerable in ways Hagrid doesn’t want to think about. Slowly, his anger softens, replaced by a deep, gnawing worry.

“He’s like his mother,” Hagrid murmurs into the gloom of the cells, his voice heavy with affection. “Kind, empathetic, and a bit cheeky when he needs ter be.”

For the first time in eleven years, Sirius feels tears sting his eyes, the words cutting through his despair like a blade.

Hagrid continues, his voice quieter now. “He plays Quidditch like James—only he’s a Seeker. And he’s brilliant at it. Does well in classes, too. He’s got his father’s courage, through and through.”

Sirius’s voice wavers as he asks again, for the final time, "Is he safe?"

Hagrid meets his gaze, his own grief barely concealed. “No,” he says, his words laced with bitterness. “He’ll never be safe again. No thanks to you.”

Sirius remains silent until the human guards return, their heavy footsteps echoing through the grim halls. They stop at Hagrid’s cell, unlocking the door with a loud clang. One of them is an auror Sirius recognized. Moody.

“Harry Potter cleared your name,” Moody says gruffly, “Albus Dumbledore and the board have asked we escort you back to Hogwarts, Hagrid.”

“Harry?” Hagrid gasps, taking in a deep breath. “How?”

Moody flicks a look back to Sirius cell, knowing exactly who Sirius is, before glancing back to Hagrid as the half giant stood up. “It seems Potter has once again defeated a dark wizard. I might as well set up a desk for him at the Ministry, he’s got more balls than half my team.”

No one sees Sirius’ mouth lift into a smile in the shadows.

As Hagrid is escorted out, his massive frame stooped under the weight of the air thick with dementor despair, Sirius finally speaks.

“I’m glad I gave Harry to you that night,” he says.

Hagrid pauses mid-step, his shoulders tensing. For a moment, he doesn’t turn, doesn’t respond. Moody places a hand on Hagrid’s forearm, glaring back at Sirius’ wasted form. Then, without looking back, Hagrid lets Moody and the guards lead him away into the shadows.

A few weeks later, Sirius asked the Minister of Magic politely for the crossword.

And the rest of this is history.

[completeoveranalysis]

Loving the lowkey reaction to Syaoran dangerously walking down stairs with his eyes closed, but the implications of him having his eyes closed as he walks pass a Sakura tree in full bloom is killing me. Like, can you imagine the emotional turmoil he must go through during Sakura season?

That is definitely the saddest option so far!

[mangofanarts]

Okay.........Maybe it's just me.....but, I do think the pink looks pretty

[chinzhilla]

i'm sorry but this has to be the funniest shot in human history

[gildedtragedies]

hey guys so sorry for the inactivity i was GETTING MARRIED???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

[cinematicnomad]

i’m at a beach resort on the mediterranean with a friend in turkey after our weeks of work travel and the weather is perfect, the water is crystal clear, the food is good, and i think i’m healed.

[braixen]

i’ve connected the two dots

[agnesandhilda]

okay fine I'll make another kaisagi parallels post about this

[roseapothecary]

honestly, I think my favorite part of that conversation between hen and chimney was the way chim said, "and I forgive you. see how that works?" at the end — not just because it was really cute of him, but because of how it brought their friendship into the same dialogue as madney and henren. that conversation wasn't just about the ups and downs of romantic love. it was about love. period. and the writers made a point to bring it full circle.

choosing to draw that parallel was reinforcing that hen and chimney's friendship is equally important as their romantic partnerships, and it follows the same rules. we hurt the ones we love sometimes, but love is powerful enough to keep people moving forward if they are able to forgive. i am kissing these writers on the forehead.

[radiantmists]

'somehow'??

he just brutally destroyed something that caused you pain after you cheerfully mentioned being hurt so much you don't feel it anymore. i know xie lian has self-esteem issues and has somehow missed that hua cheng is in love with him but at a certain point...

[breadwitchery]

New bells hells intro SLAPS! I feel god in this chilis

[petals2fish]

All jokes aside my poor baby girl Ginny was GOING THOUGH IT in chamber of secrets. The way this fandom dismisses her trauma and removes her from the narrative is one of the bigger annoyances I have. She deserves so much more as a character.

[completeoveranalysis]

[7]

In my excitement to see Yuuko (alive) on the last page I didn’t immediately register the fact that she was GIANT. But I’m very much a fan of it!

Meanwhile I think she’s remaking Syaoran? Which I’m also very much a fan of!

Or like, I suppose we don’t know what SHE’S doing it, but it’s happening and she’s nearby at the very least. 

Also even more hilariously this makes it look like she heard Evil Wolverine's comment, instantly beamed in as a multi-dimensional giant to shade him, and then immediately ended the call.

Which is such a power move I don't even know what to say.

OH the sadness in her eyes as she watches him wake up, AND THE EMOTION ON HIS FACE AS HE LOOKS UP AT HER. 

It is NICE to see him have feelings again! GIVE THE BOY HIS EMOTIONS BACK HE DESERVES IT!

OH ARE WE DOING THAT???? ARE WE JUST PUTTING HIM BACK TOGETHER LIKE A JIGSAW PUZZLE???

IM

Wait I’m just going to see the next page before I get too far into this excitement spiral.

OH MY GOD ok ok ok OK

SO YES, Step 1 - Syaoran ‘died’ but because he was “shattered” and he’s “manmade” he can be reassembled. 

We recycled him. We restored him from the recycle bin.

Which is a WILD loophole to have for people you created yourself. For Evil Wolverine, I mean. Since they were MADE by him and not technically BORN they don’t die the same way and can just be put back together. 

WHICH has implications for a bunch of people - like Watanuki, for example, if he ever “dies”, since he “can’t” actually do that. But I assume “vanishing” is a different category of non-existence which would still be a threat? Or maybe only certain people could actually put him back together in a way that worked, with Yuuko possibly the only real option?

But also, KYLE RONDARY could technically make his return this way. And so could Xing Huo. And, uh, the whole army I suppose, but let’s not give Evil Wolverine any ideas. UNLESS MAYBE "SHATTERING" IS A SPECIFIC WAY OF DISAPPEARING AND THEY DIDN'T DO THAT SPECIFICALLY BECAUSE THEY KIND OF "UNWOUND" INSTEAD BUT I'M GOING TO DEEP LET'S PULL BACK A BIT

One thing I really like about this for Syaoran in particular is that it gives him a parallel to Sakura - like, his original Sakura, from Chapter 1. Her soul was shattered at the start of the series and he spent the rest of his life putting her back together, and now (after he was also shattered by the same man) he can also be put together the same way. It’s a very nice thematic link for them both. 

AND SPEAKING OF WHICH SAKURA IS REFORMING ALSO SHUT UP NO WAY WE GET SAKURA BACK?!?!?!

FUCK ME WE GET SAKURA BACK

[ace-with--a-mace]

shes gonna say the wrong name isnt she

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

then again maybe i like this sound on them is bc i loved hayley's solo stuff so much lol but it isn't like too too similar.

[milabeedoodling]

« Marinette ran, and ran, and ran, past the fenced pathways lined with trees and benches, past the people and the families on the benches, up the stone steps into the Alpine Garden, round and round the winding pathways until she was out of breath and her sides ached and her cheeks were dry and salty and she couldn’t see where she came from anymore and then she ran some more, until her foot hit a stone and she pitched forward, tumbling down, down, down into a bed of yellow flowers. Marinette pushed herself up onto her elbows, surveying the damage. The flowers she’d landed on were crushed, their petals bruised and stems flattened. A few inches away was a little green sign poking out of the ground, informing her of exactly what she’d just destroyed: Ranunculus Adoneus (Alpine Buttercup) Of course they were buttercups. Clumsy, awkward, Marinette, so caught up in her own problems that she hadn’t seen the rocks in her path, tripped and fell and trampled on the flowers. Of course. Maladroit Marinette, destroying something beautiful before she’d had a chance to appreciate it. Blundering, ham-handed Marinette, making a mess of everything she touched. Inconsiderate, thoughtless Marinette, who’d tried to make her team stronger and ended up tearing it apart. Who’d tried to fix her partnership and somehow made it worse. Marinette dropped her head back down in defeat. Maybe if she just laid here in the dirt, she wouldn’t ruin anything else. »

So @bittersweetresilience was doing a liveblogging of team is a four letter word by @ladyofthenoodle and just like everytime i read it i was going insane for Marinette just tripping on top of the buttercups, she's pretty, she's pathetic, she had her good reasons but everything went wrong. I just love the way Noodles writes her<3

GO READ IT IF YOU HAVEN'T YET!!

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