#that song is playing right away on my brain 😂

[iluxurycruisedthatship]

🎵 I was busy thinkin' 'bout boys, boys, boys🎶

🎵 I was busy dreamin' 'bout boys, boys, boys🎶

🎵 Head is spinnin' thinkin' 'bout boys🎶

confession of a rotten boy

[twilit-tragedy]

Sometimes I wish I kept the habit of writing down my dreams. I usually let them gently float away from my recollection because I don't want to get frustrated trying to remember every detail in the morning instead of going about my day. But sometimes I wake up and think "damn, that's the whole setting of a fantasy book if I ever wanted to write one".

Today I managed to play out a action movie running from and sabotaging nobles during the French revolution AND witness a vaguely Love Never Dies love story where everyone and everything looked straight out of a palace-museum AND after a vague wedding / LND-inspired necklace gifting, I shit you not, a servant announces to "the court" (???) that Senator Aaron Burr is visiting. After which Leslie Odom Jr. walks in in full anachronistic regalia except "are those sneakers?" - I actually thought, mid-dream. Bro, what the actual fuck 😂.

[11hedonistic]

Astrology Observations 🌴

air venus/air mars are usually the type of people to fall for the friends or find nothing wrong with having a fwb (friend with benefits)

venus touching the ascendant (no matter the aspect) can manifest a beautiful appearance (same with mars but with mars, i would say this gives more of a sex appeal vibe)

scorpio moon/mars definitely wins the title for holding grudges the longest/being the most unforgivable if you cross them

i realized that a lot of aries mercury people don’t really think before they speak😂

taurus mercury people are those type of people to repeat what they already said just to make sure everyone understood

my gemini mercury people.. i know how hard it is for you to stay focused. you’re doing great reading this sweetie

cancer mercury people have craaazy intuition

if you’re looking for someone to tell a good story, find you a leo mercury!! these people are such good story tellers 😂

virgo mercury people can be brutally honest people when giving advice, which can hurt people in the process but that’s not their intention most of the time!

if you need a mediator during an argument, find u a libra mercury. they’re always looking at both sides of an argument

scorpio mercury people can become very rude/disrespectful if they feel annoyed or bothered. especially if they have sag/cap placements.. scary

sagittarius mercury people almost always come off as too blunt

capricorn mercury people, how often are you put in leadership positions? 🤔

aquarius mercury people and their way of coming up with ideas no one else could think of >>

pisces mercury people.. you and that imagination of yours. always in your head. i know you enjoy living in your imagination dont you (my neptune 3rd house can relate so you’re not alone lol)

taurus moon + scorpio venus lovers >>

the best omg this guy that im talking to right now has this combo and he’s always spoiling me with gifts, mind you we’re not even dating 😂 and they’re SO observant. like i play my music around him sometimes and yesterday he literally surprised me with a playlist of my favorite songs & his favorite songs (he’s moving away so he made it for me to listen while he’s gone when i miss him 💔) but wow. if you want real love, these people are it

pluto 4th house people.. how’s your family/home life?

pluto 1st house people.. how many times has it felt like you killed your old self just to make a new one? coming back stronger and stronger each time of course

im soo tired of this gemini venus slander and saying WE CHEAT! we dont cheat we just lose interest fast if you’re boring or fail to keep our brains stimulated. just dont be monotone/boring, make us laugh & we’ll be willing to work on the connection 😁 its also just that we dont really deal well with a bunch of intense emotions being thrown at us. give us time

capricorn moon people.. are you ok? and dont lie to me

scorpio suns.. how is your relationship with your father?

i saw someone say how saturn in 1st house people hate the inverted filter & they were nott wrong. my sister has this placement and she despises it. always picking at every single flaw she has whole time she looks fine lol

[honeyedmiller]

get to know your moots

for some reason tumblr said you tagged me in this so i decided to do it… so ty for the tag @yxtkiwiyxt 😂🤍

favorite fandoms: the only fandom i’m truly active in is pedro’s but i’ve been in a few fun ones since my teen years!

OTP(s) + shipname: i can’t think of any at the top of my head rn omg

favorite color: pink, maroon, sage / veridian / emerald green

favorite game: unpacking. i’ve played that game over so many times (i need more switch game recs fr lol)

song stuck in your head: let me love you by ariana grande

weirdest habit/trait?: checking both sides of my towel after i shower to make sure there’s no spiders on it (it’s happened before 💀)

hobbies: writing, listening to music, hiking in nature, baking, trying new coffee spots

if you work, what's your profession?: as of right now, assistant property manager

if you could have any job you wish what would it be?: publicist / digital media creator

something you're good at: working under pressure

something you're bad at: voicing my true feelings / confronting people. i’m working on it.. 🥲

something you love: spending quality time with my friends. there’s nothing like sitting and talking for hours on end about anything and everything. bonus points if we’re laughing to the point where we’re crying lol

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: depends who i’m with honestly

something you hate: people who are mean as fuck for no reason, superiority complexes (in a snooty way, not the hot way LOL), slow drivers

something you collect: lippies. i’ve downsized my collection a lot but that’s one thing i collect

something you forget: names and birthdays 🙃 i got dory brain fr

what's your love language?: physical touch and quality time

favorite movie/show: my fav movies are the breakfast club and pride and prejudice (2005), and for shows, i have quite a few – 9-1-1, that 70’s show, sex lives of college girls, lucifer, criminal minds, mando

favorite food: my grandma’s steak stroganoff

favorite animal: dogs (basic af i know lol)

are you musical?: i was in show choir in high school and still sing very often to this day… so yes 😂

what were you like as a child?: quiet and shy until i became mouthy lmao

favorite subject at school?: english

least favorite subject?: math

what's your best character trait?: people have told me that i’m passionate especially when i put my heart into something, and empathetic.

what's your worst character trait?: i can be quick to annoyance and will close myself off to avoid getting attached so i don’t end up getting hurt

if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be?: take my headache away that i’ve had all day long. that and take back tiktok being banned 🥲 (the u.s. government is a fucking joke)

if you could travel in time who would you like to meet?: Katherine Johnson and Jane Austen

recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love!): oh i have SO many. i need to make a new rec list and catch up on all of my tbr’s. the level of talent on here is insane and i’m thankful to all of the wonderful writers who share their incredible fics for all of us to enjoy

this was fun!! npt: @pedrospatch @almostfoxglove @raspberrybesitos @punkshort @sawymredfox

[hotdamnhunnam]

✨ Tag Game ✨

Okay so the weekend totally got away from me, but I am now doing this FINALLY, tho I know I’m sooo late to the party 🙃

Thank you all so much for tagging me lovelies 🥹💕 @whatever-lmaoo @honeydewwboo @daryldixonpls @puffins-muffins @songsforthesaints

Not tagging anybody, as I’m pretty sure that most of my tumblr loves have been tagged/played this game already! 😘

………………………………

I feel like my answers to these (especially re: tattoos/piercings) expose the fact that I’m pretty boring honestly 😅

last song you listened to? “Wait - Kygo Remix [2024 Edit]” 🎶 I love the original M83 song sooo much (@red-orchid I know you feel me on this!! 💞) and have also been loving this remix!

silver or gold jewelry? I love both, and often change it up to match my clothes, but lately I’ve been leaning into the gold layering that’s been trending, as my jewelry collection happens to include a bunch of different gold chains and pendants! 🌟

do you have any tattoos? Nope 🙂‍↔️ I’m too much of a baby about anything painful unless Charlie is inflicting it on me lol

piercings? Nope 🙂‍↔️ Again I’m a baby and thankfully there are enough holes in my body for Charlie to fuck already

currently reading or favorite book? Hmm I haven’t read anything (book or fic) in far too long but will say that the last fic I read is Part 4 of Breathe by my bestie @laurfilijames and that it remains my favorite fic I’ve ever read (though I’m currently woefully behind on it 🥲) and that it’ll be the first thing I pick up when my brain is in the right state to read again, and for anyone who’s not already reading it I highly recommend!! 💖

a hobby you would like to try? Sucking Charlie’s cock 24/7 (more a full-time job than a hobby I suppose but anyway that shit would be literal heaven ���🏼🍆🛐)

coffee or tea? I love both brews, but tea if I must choose! 🫖

favorite video game? I don’t think I’ve ever actually played a video game unless Tetris on my laptop counts as one lmaooo, even that I haven’t played since back in college though 😆

star sign? Capricorn ♑️🐐 and idk the other info sorry 🙈

who is your hear me out? Well I am a very one-track hoe who is thirsty for one man only (I know this is so atypical of me) — the one character of Charlie’s for whom I CANNOT bring myself to thirst is Bosie (fugly bastard in Cold Mountain 🤢), and his upcoming role in Monster is a whole other story (horrified to imagine him playing Ed Gein 🫣), but among the rest of his roles, I can’t think of any that are hear-me-outy lol… maybe this guy below?? ⬇️ (just came up in the gif search but wtf is this I don’t even know 😂 lmaooo would still smash tho)

[blitzwhore]

Okay so I have more Stolitz song recs

Fan behavior- Issac Dunbar (It's giving salty Stolas sassy cunt energy. Kinda adore it. A bop.)

Love, or the lack therefore- Issac Dunbar (I could see this going either perspective. It feels very stolitz ship. Very much apology tour)

Beige- Yoke Lore (This feels so Blitz perspective. The lyrics "let me find the demon that drives those heavenly limbs." Just all the lyrics are *chiefs kiss* Me over here just fanning myself. Also there are owl noises that start playing!?)

Battle Cry- The Family Crest (Blitz protecting Stolas. Him jumping in front with a knife)

Silent Film- Sparkbird, Stephen Nance (Such a good sad Stolas song. He is so lonely and talks about living in an empty house 😭)

Cold little heart- Radio edit - Micheal Kiwanuka (Blitz perspective. Feels very much like him lying on the couch staring dramatically at the ceiling contemplating life)

Ramblings of a Lunatic- Bears in Trees (This feels very Blitz or Stolas. All of their self-hatrid and their fear of dying alone)

Hello my old heart - oh the hellos (Blitz perspective of starting to have feelings and being afraid because the walls he built are tumbling down. Him upset with Stolas right after he actually has started to love someone)

Love like you- Caleb Hyles (Yes I know it is a Steven universe ending song cover. Why does it fit Blitz so well!??)

PRETTY BOY - Max Leonard, Indigo (literally what Blitz sees when he sees Stolas dancing at the party)

A shitty Love Song- Jye (Blitz perspective)

I loved a boy- Thomas Headon (kinda giving stolitz)

Mr. Porcelain Doll- Jude York (Blitz perspective on how Stolas is a prince. How his brain can't even fathom being able to be with him)

Nervous -Miki Fiki (Blitz perspective kinda. But also just a bop)

Lovesong (The Way) [feat.Bluets] - Charlie Burg (Stolas perspective. So much pinning. Just asking for a text or a reply)

Darling- Christian Leave ( Stolas perspective.)

I hope you enjoy 💕. I'm sorry that it is so long 😭

Hey again! Thanks for all the recs! 😍

Fan Behavior - I'm gonna sit on this one for a bit. I love sassy Stolas a lot, and it is canon that he has an incredibly sassy and petty side, but I kinda see his thoughts towards Blitz as being more sad and depressed than sassy after Apology Tour, so I have to listen to it a few times before I decide!

Love, or Lack Thereof - love how it sounds and the vibe! Added to my Stolitz Angst playlist :3

Beige - oh. This is so beautiful 😭😭😭 I think this could be either of them thinking about the other, but the vibes give me Stolas as way, specifically in the earnest way the feelings are expressed here. It fits both of them well, but personally I think it fits my Stolas playlist more!

Battle Cry - *sobs* this song is so good wtf??? 😭 added to the Blitz playlist!!

Silent Film - OH THIS IS AGGRESSIVELY STOLAS WTF?!?!?! 😭😭😭😭💔💔💔 "I can’t see for all the dust in the air / Could wave it away / But I wouldn’t dare / Some of it might be you" someone hold me while I cry (also the song is very clearly intended to be about death of a loved one and that just makes it even fucking sadder bye 💀)

Cold Little Heart - torn between adding this to the Blitz playlist or the Stolitz one, so it might end up in both, it's so good!!

Ramblings of a Lunatic - I agree it fits both of them! The vibes and tone of the song fit my Blitz playlist more, but the lyrics sound more like Stolas. I'll sit on this one for a bit!

Hello My Old Heart - yup this one is going directly into the Blitz playlist 😂

Love Like You - oh hey, I don't think I've listened to the Caleb Hyles cover of this song! The lyrics fit Blitz extremely well, but I've been a Steven Universe fan for too many years to associate this song with any other fandom 🙈

PRETTY BOY - I have to listen to this one a few times to see if it tickles my brain right, but for now I'll leave it in my Blitz playlist!

A Shitty Love Song - awww, I do see Blitz in this, might add it to his playlist!

I Loved a Boy - added to the Stolitz playlist :)

Mr Porcelain - literally Blitz in Apology Tour omfg!!! Saved to the Stolitz playlist!!

Nervous - gonna save this to my likes and give it a think!

Lovesong (the way) - added to the Stolitz playlist!

Darling - I don't know if I dig the sound of this one, I'll have to listen to it a couple more times, but the lyrics are so cute and fit Stolas so well 🥺🥺

[rosemariad]

Supernatural season 14

Oh boy!

So Alt-Michael has taken over Dean’s body and absconded to parts unknown - what an unprecedented plot twist who could’ve possibly seen this coming, certainly not Dean, the one guy who doesn’t trust angels and has a history of being short-sighted & making shitty deals.

Since this is season 14, and there’s only 1 more season after this, I presume Dean will never grow out of these bad qualities 🤦🏾‍♀️, so…moving on.

Check you out Sam, leading your new band of hunters, like some sort of Hunters Incorporated©️. I’m glad Sam gets to spend more time with his mom, but he won’t let her take care of him 😔😭

Was it me or did that Michael & Anael scene feel like Jensen x Danneel role play 🤣 - at least when he caressed her face. Like really bro? I don’t think the scene would’ve played out that way if the actors weren’t actual husband and wife 🤣

Shoutout to Supernatural for keeping Mark Pellegrino employed lol 😂😂 cuz I don’t see Why the fuck he’s still around if the devil is supposedly dead - wasn’t Mark P. also doing 13 reasons why around this time?? Anywho, Nick, luci’s longtime vessel, isn’t dead???? What does Nick have that jimmy novak didn’t (or literally any other angel vessel for that matter) — plot convenience? That must be it 🤣🤣🤣

Cas honey, why are you letting these demons beat you up? Cuz Dean is gone on your watch? cuz im sorry there’s no way im believing Cas was weaker than all them demons. That’s also plot convenience IDGAF!

After yet another demon-hunter showdown, Mary and Bobby are spotted sharing a beer & flirting…I wish John were around to see this AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Oh Jack, poor guy feels worthless for having no power. He should’ve been like ‘Castiel what’s it like being worthless?’ since that was Castiel’s arc for a minute too, which again fuck Supernatural for. Cas had like 1 badass moment last season when he fried Donatello’s brains but that’s it. Meanwhile Nick totally called Cas out, bringing up Jimmy again and driving that guilt straight into Castiel.

Alt-Michael is recruiting?? Brief Dean cameo in 14x02, you give him like 2 lines, wow 😒. Even Sam got more screen time in 5x22 swan song…but Dean suddenly comes back at the end of the episode???? Nah, bullshit!

Also lol karma for Dean in 14x02 when Jack is like, ‘Dean doesn’t matter’, Michael has to be stopped. Ahahahahahahaha. He was the so called pragmatist when it came to Jack, now it’s Jack’s turn. Castiel’s face when jack said it tho…

Dean got stabbed by AU Kaia? What?? Oh look yet another instance of Dean running away from his problems and pain and being a dick to Kaia (though she's technically a different person) again! Good for you tho AU Kaia for giving Dean a taste of his own medicine and telling him off.

Bobby leave Sam alone, I’m here for his captain my captain era. The lovable giant is doing his best!

So some necromancer gets away from Jack & Dean but we’re not gonna see her again, right??? There’s just a little over 30 episodes left in the show at this point. They probably didn’t know that at the time though.

Shoutout to the devil for basically condemning his child to die from a lack of grace :/ while Cas was able to survive (cuz plot convenience most likely) Jack as a nephilim was unable to do so. Gabe’s spare angel grace couldn’t help (I wonder if he were still alive in canon, if it would’ve made a difference. Oh well).

So this is where Cas made the deal with the empty (yes I know about it, how doesn’t everyone that shit went viral the very night it originally aired amidst the infamous nail-biting 2020 election week), tumblr is still serving the memes to this day.

Cas doesn’t want the Winchesters to know cuz Dean 😭 idc, if I was Jack I would NOT keep that secret. Dean would know IMMEDIATELY.

I think more angels died, but heaven hasn’t fallen yet…right? They keep coming back to that. Hm…

Nick’s arc is…bleh. Pretty sure in his desperation he just brought Luci back from the empty…welp. I guess when you’re an archangel who was predestined by God to fight in a fateful epic battle against your big bro, you just get certain perks in the afterlife 😒

Sam doesn’t want Alt-Charlie to go when its like bro! She. Is. Not. Charlie!!! For fuck sake guys SMH, let her live her fucking life! God forbid she want to run away to fucking safety and not die bloody like her counterpart 🤬

Bobby and Mary run off to a cabin for weeks on end 😏😂 to recuperate, sure Mary 🤣

Garth is back! Working as a spy for the Winchesters, oh dear Lord no. I know he makes it to season 15 but maaaan I don't like this….

The nerve of Dean to challenge Alt-Kaia to either hand over the weapon or kill her. What if she just killed him? Also, can't they just replicate the weapon for their own uses? All they would need to do is ensure they're using the same materials Kaia did when she forged the weapon in her own world.

How many hits to the head is Sam supposed to fuckin' take? I feel like it's happened more in this season alone than the entire show so far? He should probably be dead at this point 🤣

Jack got taken, oh no! why didn't Michael kill him? To take him as a ward? Seriously? Whatever.

And it turns out the past episode was a long con to get Dean right where Alt-Michael wanted him. I know there was a catch to him letting Dean go in 14x02.

So Alt-Michael chose to trap Dean in…contentment? With Pamela Barnes? And they weren't even a couple, just friends. She called him out on something.

Why not have him be with a real girlfriend of his, like Lisa or even Cassie? I’m supposed to believe Dean's dream is an unsuccessful bar living out his days with a platonic lady friend??? Really??? Bullshit!

John returns for the final time to go back to 2003? Okay. His hair is cut and grayish. Lol so I’m gonna see that as John gained some weight (from food/drink or muscle training idc) and dyes his hair black but the root are grey and come out every so often 🤣 but yay JDM I wish you had been in more episodes! Oh well.

So no one’s gonna talk about:

a) Adam’s existence

b) Bobby X Mary or how Bobby essentially replaced john as the father/husband by getting involved with Mary AND being a surrogate father to Sam & Dean (with a clear preference to Dean but whatever)

I’d care more about Sam & John’s convo if we had more time with them together on screen. But it was nice to see them squash their beef.

Dean & John’s convo was faaaar too brief. But insightful to their relationship. John wanted dean to have a family, echoing his wishes for his eldest in season 1 in his convo w/ Sam.

But Dean was like I have a family 🥺 my emotions!

Back to the Michael bullshit – a fight with a gorgon fucked up his containment so he literally broke out of Dean's body and killed all the hunters who were conveniently at the bunker when they brought an unconscious Dean back there. Even poor unfortunate Maggie. For a second I thought Mary would be there since Maggie mentioned she was on her way back but no, he ended up possessing Rowena.

Then they bring the old angel torture device of disabling our heroes' ability to breathe, like in the season 5 premiere, making them blind (that's new) and making them hurt.

Jack gets his chance to take Michael down, and takes his grace??????

Oh Sam bby, it's not your fault. Those people were doomed no matter what. TBH I'm surprised they lasted this long. But cuz he's a Winchester and he was raised by Dean & they've rubbed off each other too much at this point (nobromo), he decides to focus on yet another case even when Dean himself isn't willing since big bro has pointed out they have done 3 cases back to back. They're not the young men they used to be lol.

Cas goes with Sam to a milkshake town and given his legendary levels of awkwardness he's immediately seen and called out for his inherent queerness by the townsfolk (in all senses of the word).

Aw Sam wants to stay, ofc he does. This town is simple and peaceful. He could use some of that. Too bad this place is making people's heads explode.

This is why we can't have nice things.

Ah subtle there Supernatural, making Jack, a Nephilim who's the offspring of the devil himself choose between angel and devil food cake 🤣 Dean why would you put him in that position?

Cas why you gotta be snitching on Sam to your boy bestie like that 🤣 – typical boyfriend tomfoolery

Oftentimes since Jack started in this show, he's felt like an intern and 14x16 is one of those times. They don't wanna bring jack along so they think to leave him alone doing chores. Good Lord.

Oh honey Sam you didn't have to tell the sheriff you're not FBI, just stick to the monster stuff. He knows what's up.

And Jack sweetie pie you don't need to impress those kids. He should be hanging out with kids his own age. Just Jack with a bunch of babies 🤣. So cute! My headcanon is that he can actually talk to them. At least then it wouldn't have ended with a stabbing. Thankfully he cleaned up his mess, even though the local kids are terrified of him. It’s a shame he doesn’t have friends. If only he was allowed to have Claire in his life.

They finally resolved the Nick storyline (I hope) by killing him off via Jack but Mary is not happy. She’s concerned. She’s been concerned about him the whole frickin episode since he sassed her as they tried setting up a game night with Dean.

It’s like these people keep forgetting what Jack is capable of.

He didn’t have to relish the kill though. On the other hand, it felt like Mary’s concern was a bit much — if it were me I would’ve kept my mouth shut as to not upset a powerful fledging being into killing me by accident.

So Mary dies…again.

This is also why we can’t have nice things. I know Dean’s never gonna let this shit go. Sure Cas has fucked up a bunch, but killing a direct blood relative of Dean’s…nope. That���s unforgivable. I know they’re not gonna let Dean kill off a kid but I know he’s NEVER ever gonna forget Jack’s role in Mary’s (second) demise.

Why couldn’t you leave the boy alone Mary?!?!?!!?!

The boys show up, did they not circle back to pick up their mother? Seriously? Goodness Lord. So depressing watching the brothers just assuming their mommy’s coming back 😭

Cas (cuz of course this shit went tits up while Daddy was away) calls Dean to get caught up on what happened the last episode and is concerned that the Winchesters left their mom alone with Jack. Then why did you leave him Cas? You could’ve taken him with you. Like it would’ve been better if one of the brothers was alone with Jack? Badasses they may be, but they would’ve ended up just like Mary let’s be honest. The only difference would’ve been whichever brother got got would’ve come back. Mary will not be getting that special treatment…

Jack is tripping out since he murdered his foster G-maw - ends up flying all over the world (so his soul is definitely gone? But if it were gone, would he even care about killing Mary? everyone’s trying to track him down IDK why he doesn’t just destroy the phone he has. We get flashes of Mary & Jack’s time together and technically I believe she spent the most time with him (at least in season 13)

They’re still giving Mark P work on this show making him the manifestation of Jack’s subconscious cuz the kill is driving Jack insane 😭🥺 He’s reacting so much like a little boy who knows he fucked up it that makes this so much sadder 😭 Jack’s being driven mad with grief.

Oh fuck they’re going to where she died. Oh fuck.

WTF is wrong with these people! He’s a fucking boy! A super power nuke of a boy, but still a fucking boy! Like the Winchesters never made a mistake! What about the nurse who got killed in 4x22 by Sam? All the people Dean slaughtered under the MoC, as a demon! That’s just off the top of my head! No but cuz they’re the fucking protagonists 😡🤬

Samuel Winchester you know manipulating this child Is 5 different kinds of fucked up!

Jack why did you call it an accident! Did you not want to use the words murder? Destroyed? Obliterated?

Dean you piece of shit, why are you lying to this boy!!!!!! You know Jack’s desperate to make peace with you, and you lead him to a grave he’s never supposed to escape?! Poor thing Jack was sooo scared!

Sam, the regret is gonna eat you alive! Sam, for fucks sake, SPEAK THE FUCK UP! You clearly got shit you wanna say, fucking say it!

Dean you’re surprised Jack’s going along with it?! Of course he’s gonna go along with it, he wants to please you, you shady, manipulative BASTARD!

That’s right Castiel stand up for Jack since nobody else is willing to!

Oh boy, the celestial boy is freaking out. Claustrophobia was kicking in, this shit ain’t gonna end well. It’s a dark day when a psychological manifestation of Satan is making sense more than everyone else.

I’m not surprised Jack got out though. That box was made for an archangel and he isn’t that. He’s a nephilim, technically a different entity, right? now, the Winchesters have a pissed off mega-powerful creature on their hands. Great job team 🤣

that’s right Jack, give them a piece of your fucking mind! Fuck ‘em up queen.

Oh shit! I’ve watched this part a dozen times on YouTube, the part where jack makes the whole world tell the truth no matter what! Donald trump is canonically Crowley’s bitch! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

All hail the stapler queen! Iconic!

And God reveals Himself, what grand timing! He says He came for Cas’s prayer (but Cas prayed to Him in season 6 too, no?) but then He states the real reason for His arrival — Jack.

Meanwhile Jack went to see his real G-maw, not a good plan Jackie boy. She’s put 2+2 together that her daughter Kelly is NOT ok and now Jack has to confess the truth. (Where’s the dad? Was the actor unavailable or dead at this point?)

Sam was outed to love Celine Dion (I love her too Sammy it’s ok, her songs are AMAZING! My favorite is it’s all coming back to me now, I crush that shit in karaoke.) Dean follows a mommy blog 🤣 of course he does, probably cuz he identifies with her more & loves that her life is so full of shit (like I said, he identifies with her).

God don’t sanction lying, the real God would never do such a thing. Isn’t it like the 6th commandment, thou shall not lie? Like dude, the fuck?!

And no, writing means telling stories that are often made up but it’s not meant to deceive anybody. But Hollywood on the other hand…yeesh.

Dean breaking Chuck’s guitar 🤣

Chuck saying ‘DON’T!’ Having Dean shook 🤣

Why are you asking them how things are, like you don’t know?! You’re omnipotent!

They canonically made the British queen a lizard? Damn. These old Americans (the writers) are dicks!

Finally Sam is speaking up! Thank God!

Dean stop blaming people, Jesus, it was an accident (Jack you phrased it sooooo poorly though)! shout out to Sam for taking it this so well cuz he’s been through too much this season alone. He lost a whole fucking army, then his mom after he got to know her this time! And the concussions! So many concussions.

Angry Cas is sooooo fucking hot 🥵 when he slammed that truck with his fist 😏

Awww the first thing he does when he sees Jack is hugs him. Jack needed that so bad!

The biggest travesty is we never got to see the SquirrelVerse!

When Sam asks if God is watching them — Sam do you even know what omnipresent means?!

It’s just like I said in season 11. God doesn’t owe anyone anything. But everyone owes Him everything. He gave everyone the freedom to choose, for better or worse. But this iteration of who God is seems to watch what people and creatures decide to do with their lives. He made the weapon to see who among Sam, Dean or Cas would take it and strike Jack down.

So ultimately when Dean tracks Jack down and Jack throws Cas into a tombstone and Sam is running dramatically to stop it, Dean ultimately decides not to kill Jack. But why though? He kept talking shit about how Jack needed to be dealt with, but when the moment comes, he won’t do it?! I mean I’m glad but it doesn’t really make sense?!

Was it the puppy eyes? Did Sam teach Jack that trick? But Jack closed his eyes at the last second???

Oh Dean, you’re such a fucking softie. That’s on you God. You made him softer than Mr. Pillsberry.

If anything, Dean is the step daddy. Cas is Daddy. And then there’s Uncle Sam 🤣

Sam is many things, but stupid is never one of them. Naïve maybe, trusting, desperate. But not stupid. And not crazy, this time 🤣

I will say what makes this story compelling is the fact that the Winchesters find themselves locked in a cycle of violence at the hands of their Creator, and they’re refusing to commit further acts of violence in effort to stop it all and rebel against their cruel, dispassionate maker. But they have no means to back it up…today.

Not the Burger King catchphrase🤣🤣🤣

Not Jack being…smote?

Not Dean being yeeted into another tombstone?

Sam, why did you think that was gonna work on God? He made the weapon. You really think He’d make something that could kill Himself? Nah bruh.

So we’ve approached the ending of the penultimate season. 20 more episodes to go! Ah!!!! I’m excited but also not since the ending is what I know (mildly).

Side note - Sam & Dean still don’t know about Castiel’s bargain with the Empty (kinda seems pointless since God killed Jack anyway…Cas basically fucked himself for nothing 🤦🏾‍♀️ [I know how it ends but yeah still])

It’s not about the destination though, it’s the journey (I keep telling myself that).

God said fuck y’all. Shouldn’t’ve poked the bear…now these poor innocent people gonna die like sheep to the slaughter. Y’all got a lot of cleaning up to do and with so little people to help you.

So did God undo all the killings the Winchesters did? Cuz damn….that’s 10+ years of work undone. In 1 moment.

They’re not getting out of the cycle anytime soon.

[thefinalcinderella]

Tsurune Book 3 Chapter 6 - Genuine (Part 2)

My brain as I was translating this: what is bro yapping about

also please don't ask me to clarify anything that happened in this chapter, i also have no idea. i'm pretty sure only the author knows 😂all i know is that they were definitely doing kyudo.

TW: suicide mention

Glossary here

Full list of translations here

Translation Notes

A saijiki is an almanac of Japanese seasonal terms used for poetry

Asahina's name (朝日奈) contains the characters for morning sun

Adults (成人) and saints (聖人) have the same reading (seijin)

A box-like structure where rain shutters are stored when not in use

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Masa-san, there’s something I want to tell you.

Don’t laugh and just listen to me.

The competitors from both schools met face to face at the prefectural finals. The sky began preparations to show off its triumphant end.

Asahina and Minato faced each other.

“Looks like ‘Minahead’ worked. Thanks.”

“Please don’t make surprise attacks like you did the other day.”

“Hahaha, sorry. The protection around you was strong, so that was the best I could do.”

Eddie pushed up his hair. “We have no need for superstition anymore.”

“That’s right, partner.”

Asahina and Eddie bumped elbows. They were like children who played a secret prank on their parents.

Haneina’s coach, Tsucchi, and Masa-san faced off.

“My archers are in top form. We’re going to win.”

“I don’t know about that. Kazemai can use the wind, after all.”

“I don’t want any funny tricks. Show us what you can do.”

“Go easy on us.”

The archers from both schools entered the shajo with orange and yellow-green headbands tied around their heads.

Haneina High School had Eddie, Matsuda, Kanuma, Igarashi, and Asahina.

Kazemai High School had Kaito, Ryouhei, Seiya, Nanao, and Minato.

They each stepped onto the shooting line and spread their legs.

The oomae of Haneina was Eddie. His golden hair fluttered in the sun. Spreading his white wings, the archangel descended upon the land of the east. The eccentric was an assumed figure, and the truth was revealed.

He objected to the strange land of Japan, where everyone wore matching outfits to find jobs. Who told them to wear black? Was it because it wouldn’t stand out even if they settled down in a graveyard? Those who prepared loyalty tests for the company would have been promoted and given a nice apartment. Ceasing to think for yourself was what politicians wanted you to do. Misguided servility made the conceited even more fattened. If you were going to dance the same dance, then dance in your own colors.

The arrow was aimed at the demon’s heart. But Eddie and Kaito hit the center.

Next was Matsuda on the second target. One day, a house party was held. The servants, who were usually unsmiling, broke out into big smiles as soon as the host appeared in the room. Before he knew it, everyone in the room had smiles pasted onto their faces. “Supporting the disabled is my purpose in life. We are very concerned about you. With this product, you can reduce your anxiety about your future,” they whispered, but the bow made no distinction between the disabled and the able-bodied. The love that asked for nothing in return was always there.

The released arrow shattered the window glass. Ryouhei followed as well.

Kanuma on the third target opened his haiku saijiki. (1) Beautiful phrases that reflected Japan’s weather, astronomy, geography, and human affairs were lined up side by side. The finely honed senses of their ancestors that resided in each phrase hadn’t faded away even now.

Words were twisted, woven, knitted, and tied together. Weaving brocade was the living wisdom and culture of creatures without fur. The clothes we wore revealed our environment and thoughts. Those who could manipulate words and know the hidden power of words could transcend the concept of time and fly to the moment at any time. Right now, Kanuma has composed a song.

Kanuma and Seiya summoned tsurune.

Brain, be deceived. Make a miracle happen.

Taking the sound of the matooto as a signal, Igarashi raised his bow. Anyone could step into his flower garden. Flowers such as bellflowers, gentians, and campanulas were preferred, and the bells rang when the wind blew. Bees and butterflies frolicked amidst the flowers, grass lizards and rainbow-colored lizards lay in the grass, and red-flanked blue tails rested on the branches. He picked the withered flowers and thinned out overcrowded foliage. A garden that took time to grow was a treasure. Igarashi applied that image to his own bow. He slept every night holding his bow, of which only one existed in this world.

As Igarashi and Nanao’s arrows flew, flowers bloomed along the path.

In the stands, Hanazawa, Shiragiku, and Seo gasped. Since there were a lot of hits in quick succession, they braced themselves so they wouldn’t miss the chance to cheer.

“Wow, it’s so beautiful.”

“Both schools are sparkling.”

“This is exactly what ‘brilliance’ is.”

The ochi Asahina, as his name suggested, was the embodiment of the sun. (2) His red hair burned in the twilight.

Fire.

Fire knew what you had done.

It also knew the name and face of your accomplice.

If you wanted to purify yourself, go to the sea. If you wanted power, go to the mountains. Whichever path you chose, he would be a torchbearer and a guide. Heaven watched the deeds of those who lived on earth. Three children were born out of the fire. At any given time, there existed something that recorded the events on earth. Memories that were passed down became stories.

Asahina and Minato released their arrows.

For the second shot, nobody missed.

For the third short, the sound of the matooto didn’t cease.

The wind blew through the kyudojo, where conversation and even breathing were taboo.

Where was the wind going? Who was it bringing with it?

A memory of a day he spent with Masa-san flashed through Minato’s mind.

Yata Forest, where the crescent moon hang in the deep blue sky. The sound of rustling leaves sounded like the trees were welcoming them as the two walked along the white path illuminated by moonlight.

“Masa-san, there’s something I want to tell you. I had a strange experience a long time ago. I haven’t even told Seiya and Ryouhei about it. They’ll probably think I’m crazy or just laugh at me and say I was dreaming. Will you listen to me?”

“I will.”

“You won’t laugh?”

“I won’t.”

Minato took a deep breath.

“I was a bit out of it that day, and when people told me that it was Setsubun today, I was like, ‘Huh?’ It seemed like I got the date wrong by a day, and I had no memory of the day before Setsubun.”

“Hmm.”

“After scattering the beans, I slept like usual, and the next thing I knew, I was paralyzed. My arms and legs were numb, and I couldn’t move my body at all. While I was panicking, I heard three sounds. It kind of sounded like something used in an old sci-fi movie. Then, all of a sudden, a beam of light hit me from right above my head to my feet with a ker-wham. Just as I was thinking Oh crap, what do I do, I heard the three sounds again, and then I was hit on the top of my head with a wham. I still couldn’t move my body, so I was thinking about reciting the Heart Sutra when my dad woke me up. Apparently I was crying out in my sleep.”

Masa-san’s eyes widened. He burst into laughter.

“So you laughed at me after all. I’m a chuunibyou even in my dreams.”

“No, I was laughing at the onomatopoeia. I wasn’t laughing at what you said.”

“Are you telling the truth?”

“I had a similar experience. I never told anyone about it, so it’s a secret.”

Masa-san began speaking.

I’ve told you before that when I was in my third year of high school, I got target panic and my master gave up on me. I’ve also told you that in my first year in university, my father sent me a notification of my brother’s death, but actually, when I was nineteen, I got into an argument with my master. I declared that I will never forgive the person who made my brother disappear and that I will take revenge, but my master just lectured me in the usual way, saying that revenge was a foolish thing and that my anger will burn me to death. I asked him why he had been ignoring it until now, and why is it that you, my own family, didn’t understand me. I showered my master with the hateful words that should have been directed towards my father. That ended up being our final conversation.

When I was twenty, in my second year of university, my master passed away. I overcame my target panic and received invitations from several kyudo schools to join them, but I had lost sight of the significance of drawing the bow. I kept asking myself why I was drawing a bow—and then I realized it. No, I finally admitted it. I wanted to be acknowledged as an archer by my “master Yasaka,” no one else. And that will never come true.

In the spring of my third year, I completed shooting a hundred arrows, but all I felt was a sense of emptiness. My father casually sent us letters, as if he was unaware of the despair and threat he posed to us. Was it okay to just do nothing? Would I have no choice but to take these negative feelings with me to the grave?

As summer approached, I began to deeply regret the last words I spoke to my master. Every time I entered the kyudojo, my body became stiff, and I found it hard to breathe. Before I knew it, I couldn’t sleep soundly, and the doctor’s comforting words and medicine didn’t make me feel better. My mother, unable to just watch, took me to a temple in Shikoku.

The chief priest was a quiet person. He read sutras in the morning and sat in front of the Buddha at noon and night. He would visit me from time to time, and we would talk about casual everyday things before going home. During that time, I remained lying on my bed.

Several choruses of cicadas passed by. Everything that lived was covered in shame, and I longed to disappear, but I couldn’t commit suicide for the sake of the family I would be leaving behind. At night, I closed my eyes, hoping that I would never wake up again. If I could at least forget everything, I could live.

I closed my mouth in the morning and laid down on the ground during the day and night.

Sleepless days. I couldn’t escape the memories that replayed over and over again.

One night, as I was looking back on my life and regretting every detail, I heard a voice coming from the upper left corner of my head. Just a single “Good.”

The two looked at each other and smiled.

It was a strange feeling of empathy with each other.

Ah, that’s right. Someday, when the time was right, I can tell others about this day. When the truth dwells in Minato’s words.

When Masa-san finished, he grinned.

This was a secret between master and disciple.

“Good.”

“Good.”

The sixth voice was heard.

With three scales, arrows of light descended from the heavens and pierced through Minato’s body. His whole body went numb and his head became hazy.

The sounds came again.

When he decided to “come,” the arrows passed through his body and spread from the soles of his feet to the ground.

Meigen. That was the sound of the dawn.

Three sounds and arrows of light fell from the sky.

The arrows of light pierced my body.

The ultimate goal of kyudo was “the true, the good, and the beautiful.” True archery didn’t lie, deceive, or betray.

Truth in archery was proven by the brilliance of the bow, the tsurune, and hitting the target. What was true was beautiful, and what was good was also beautiful. Once you met the genuine article, you would never be confused again.

Hayake—Yips was a state in which the body became warped due to accumulated fatigue and stress, and the brain ends up malfunctioning. That was why beginners didn’t get target panic. It occurred when the brain remembered the experience of failure so strongly that it issued an emergency alert every time those memories replayed. This became a regular occurrence, and if proper treatment wasn’t taken, it would only get worse. In archery, hayake was called “target panic,” and it was an accurate description of this sickness.

The solution was to regulate one’s breathing. It was to get rid of the distortions in one’s body and allow the brain and body to rest.

There were actually very few people who could maintain a natural and comfortable posture. Regulating the autonomic nervous system and improving the functioning of the central nervous system was the key to good health. The autonomic nervous system referred to the nerves that were responsible for unconscious processes such as pulse, breathing, and digestion. The sympathetic nervous system was dominant during the day, and the parasympathetic nervous system was dominant when sleeping at night. The central nervous system were the nerves that acted like a command center, issuing commands to various parts of the body.

Anxiety and fear were a kind of self-protective instinct. Once living things experienced something scary or painful, they tried to avoid it next time. When it was overreacted to, they became stuck in the memories of the past, worried about the future, and unable to take even a step forward.

When you drove a car, you got too scared to drive if you thought about what would happen if you caused an accident. You made sure you were in good physical condition and inspected your vehicle before driving. Even so, if you caused an accident, you would have to pay for it for the rest of your life. If you were willing to accept all of that, everything else would become possible.

Cars run on gasoline or electricity, but what did the human body need to move? Oxygen. Oxygen produced heat. “Breathing” was an important way to obtain oxygen efficiently. Because modern people breathed with their chests, they were unaware that they were about to drown due to the lack of oxygen in their brains.

Let’s slowly take a deep breath.

You could see what you couldn’t see before.

You could touch what you couldn’t touch before.

The days I spent with you.

The days I will spend with you from now on.

Who should I thank for this happiness?

Right now, I’m breathing.

Blessed are the creatures that shed their fur.

They have rented lodgings on earth and eaten many lives.

Now, I offer a moment of silence.

The fourth shot began. The ten’s heartbeats grated.

Gradually, slowly, the surroundings were dyed in green, like vines were creeping around. This place, with its spreading leaves and blooming orange flowers, was just like the earth after humans have left.

Those who gathered in the Land of the Rising Sun. Kaito, who had just been born, let out a single cry. The roar that announced the joy of birth hit right in the middle of the target.

Ryouhei also raised his voice. What beautiful stars, what delightful companions. Now, let’s set off. Let’s row the boat. What kind of place would the new continent be? What kind of encounters await us?

Seiya followed suit. I knew you were worried about me. I was taking advantage of your kindness. Thank you for being by my side. Thank you for getting angry.

Nanao was enjoying himself, happy, and sun—. The place I belong is where I draw my bow. I want it, I want it, I want it. But it didn’t come true. I got an abode that I should have given up sometime ago. Someone whispered to me that it’s okay to stay here, that there’s no need to leave so quickly. When he blew a whistle, the matooto resounded at the azuchi.

Minato was standing on the earth.

We are temporary residents who are renting a part of the earth.

His memory flew back to a few weeks ago, to something Saionji had said with blooming azaleas behind him.

“Narumiya-kun, please try to explain the ‘Heart Sutra’ to me.”

“Yes. The universe is emptiness. If you think something exists, it exists. If you don’t think it exists, it doesn’t exist. You can see it if you try to see it, and you can’t see it if you don’t try. It’s dyed in every color, and it’s not dyed in any color. The mind is emptiness. The mind is the body, and the body is the mind. Although they are considered different things, they used to be one and the same. The ‘box’ that is me contains all the necessary software. Now, recite the password called an incantation and open the box. The box will then start up normally.”

“That’s a bold interpretation. It’s very interesting. Continuing studying in that vein.”

“Thank you very much.”

“It’s not about right or wrong, it’s about how you feel. That is the answer of the current you. Religion was originally meant to be a guidebook to help you live a better life.”

The mind and body were the same person.

The heart was responsible for pumping blood, the stomach was responsible for digesting food, and the brain was responsible for thinking. All were functions of internal organs, and each had a role. It was just that the roles were divided, and it didn’t mean that the brain was the best and the others weren’t. Confusion arose because only the brain was viewed as special.

Humans tended to rely on vision when obtaining information, and were creatures who liked to take things apart before observing them. However, if you were too short-sighted, you would lose sight of the true essence. If you take a step back, you could see the whole thing. Man and woman, good and evil, the surface and below, real and imaginary numbers, joy and anger, sadness and healing, health and illness, life and death, meetings and partings. Dualism was just one classification method, and the classification depended on the time and situation.

The two couldn’t be separated. They were intertwined from the start.

They were one from the beginning.

A spell was a mysterious word that went beyond human comprehension. Although words could be shown to have special power, the basis for the current phenomenon couldn’t be explained. Because it was “power beyond human understanding,” it was difficult for ordinary people to understand, much less put into words. Just because you couldn’t see, hear, or quantify it doesn’t mean that it “didn’t exist.” It was only latent, not yet manifested.

A text that had been simplified by an expert in the field by only extracting the important points was, on the contrary, even more difficult for beginners to understand. Rewording the text into concrete episodes, in other words, accumulating stories, helps to deepen understanding. Stories were the perfect tool to convey something. It was hoped that someday, someone would explain it in an easy-to-understand text.

Minato and Asahina’s arrows pierced their targets.

Ten people. Forty perfect hits.

This was in the exact region of a hundred shots and a hundred hits.

Viewing this amazing scene, there was a standing ovation in the spectators’ seats.

Ren, who was watching in the stands, squeezed his hands. Seiya’s brother Gaku hugged himself.

“It looks cold. How long will this continue?”

“…I hope it doesn’t end like this.”

No winner was decided, so it became a shoot-out. Each archer released a shot, and the school with the most hits won. If it couldn’t be determined in one round, it was repeated until the ranking was decided.

The oomae had begun to raise their bows.

Roaring bows. Arrows that cut through the wind. Summoning thunderclouds, colorful dragons swam through the archery range.

Dizzingly clear paths of light bounce, dance, and splashed. Legendary creatures ran to the end without turning around or stopping. The “insect” contained in the kanji for “wind” and “rainbow” meant dragon, and although they were feared as gods in the East and monsters in the West, they weren’t influenced by human expectations. Each went their own way. Their colors and speeds were different, but they all arrived at one place—somewhere bright.

Once more, everyone hit.

The people watching the ten, who never missed, felt a thirst in their throats. What were they witnessing? Did something like this truly exist? Were they becoming witnesses to history?

Kaito, Ryouhei, Seiya, Nanao, and Minato faced the target.

The five melted into one and returned to that day. They were hearing Greensleeves.

Minato was talking to his mother in a dream.

“This song is about the moment when a disciple told their master the answer to a problem, right? I think the moment the master heard this, they smiled with joy.”

Greensleeves was a “Song of Naru.”

After completing his trials, the boy became an adult.

It was a rite of passage, an initiation.

Farewells and encounters were one and the same. On the winter solstice, the sun died and was reborn. Rather than having two sides, rather than being parallel, it was a chaotic thing that blended and mixed together. Today was like yesterday, and tomorrow was like today. Time didn’t exist there.

“Goodbye” was a magic word. It was devised from the beginning.

The sound of knocking on the door. A ringing sound.

Yearning, chasing, wishing.

Cowering, struggling, being doubted, despised.

Raging, despairing, cursing.

When you repent, mourn, accept death…

And give up.

Bow your head, love, and forgive. The door finally opens.

With a “welcome.”

Love meant forgiving yourself and others.

Could you embrace the person in front of you who you hated so much that you wanted to kill?

Those who cleared this final task were called “adults (saints)”. (3)

Admiration for the opposite sex and affection between parents and children were biological desires based on the perpetuation of descendants, and it wouldn’t be too difficult to love someone who had been kind to you. True friendship was rare and beautiful. Those who walked on the same path, master and disciple and friends. The two would be on a journey that would never end. The only difference was whether one went first or went later.

Even if one, two, three, or even four people finished, the match wasn’t decided.

The fifth, Asahina and Minato, began to raise their bows. They opened their chests wide and stretched their limbs in all directions. Two crosses emerged in the shajo dyed by the sunset. The boys flew into the sky. Migratory birds passed between the clouds, rivers meandering across the land, and cows grazing. A dragonfly rested its wings on the tip of an ear of wheat and flew away, seemingly uninterested in human activity.

A beautiful bow with a length unparalleled in the world. That was a divine implement. The sacred instrument inherited by archers chose its user. It looked for those with clear, unclouded eyes. The sun was a form of unconditional love. An existence that shined on everyone, both good or bad, without distinction. The Japanese called that star Amaterasu Oomikami.

When Minato’s arrow was sucked into its target, Asahina gently brought down his bow.

It was at that moment that Kazemai High School’s victory was decided.

Exclamations and screams arose at the long battle. The applause and cheers were deafening. In the stands, Hanazawa, Shiragiku, Seo, and Gaku were crying.

Kaito and Eddie, Ryouhei and Matsuda, Seiya and Kanuma, Nanao and Igarashi, and Minato and Asahina bumped gloves.

Asahina laughed. “That was so much fun. Let’s do it again.”

“Yeah, I had fun too.”

After they finished leaving the shajo, the first years Kanbayashi and Himuro ran up to them, and the members of Kazemai High School’s kyudo club hugged each other’s shoulders.

Minato and Kaito were screaming.

“Woooooooo!”

“Yeaaaaaah!”

“You don’t have to do your yagoe here. You’re hurting my ears,” Seiya chided them, but made no move to remove their hands from his shoulders. Ryouhei put his weight on them, causing the seven to lose their balance and collapse to the ground.

Nanao’s eyes were wet with emotion. It was not a little frustrating for him to be left out of the lineup in the preliminaries. He didn’t want to admit that he was frustrated, not wanting to show such an uncool part of himself, and unconsciously tried to keep up appearances. The other members all noticed this. They had the same feelings. Kaito, Seiya, Minato, Ryouhei, and even Himuro and Kanbayashi patted Nanao on the head. Nanao did the same thing back to them. Tommy-sensei watched the seven boys with a smile as they seemed to return to their childhood. Masa-san picked Nanao up and walked around with him. “Pick me up too!” Ryouhei badgered him.

The appearance of the Kazemai High School Kyudo Club was deeply etched into people’s memories.

After the awards ceremony, Kazemai prepared to go home. The support group that brought the cars walked ahead, followed by the club members. The championship cup was held by the president, Seiya.

The feeling of elation couldn’t be contained. The scenery they usually saw was more color saturated and lacked a sense of reality. On the stage of the finals, all five of them achieved six shots without missing. This was exactly a dream came true.

As they were leaving the kyudojo, the Kirisaki members came to congratulate them. The Young Prince’s eyes were more melancholic than usual.

Ryouhei put his arms around Kaito and Nanao’s shoulders.

“Ah, I’m still excited. I feel like running.”

“Alright, let’s run home.”

“You guys are gonna get wiped out if you do that,” Kaito said, but he couldn’t remain still either and started walking faster.

Minato, Kanbayashi, and Himuro formed the tail end of the group. After the match, they walked slowly from exhaustion.

“I’ve been inspired. I’m going to become an archer like Narumiya-senpai.”

“You’re making too much of me. I’m not even close to Masa-san or Shuu.”

“All three of you are amazing.”

Himuro nodded wordlessly.

“Kyah, I’m sorry!”

Someone appeared, interrupting Minato and the others’ conversation. A girl passing by bumped into him when he wasn’t looking, it seemed. The contents of the plastic bottle she was holding spilled onto Minato, and he wiped the liquid with his sleeve.

“Your collar got soaked. Do you want to change?”

“Some of it got into my mouth, but it seems to be just water. It’ll dry right away.”

By the time they finished loading their bags into the car, Minato felt sluggish. He felt nauseous, and his whole body was itching. When he looked at the inside of his arm, he saw that a rash had broken out.

“What’s wrong with me? I feel itchy, and kinda sick…”

“Your neck is turning red! Should I call Takehaya-senpai? He might have some medicine.”

“Ah, it’s fine. I’ll wait until we get back.”

But soon, Minato was crouching down in a corner of the parking lot. Seiya, noticing that Minato and the others were acting strange, rushed over. Minato was clutching his throat as he crouched.

“What’s wrong, Minato!?”

“…I don’t know, but I feel sick and lightheaded.”

“Could it be heatstroke? Do you have a fever? How’s your stomach?”

“It’s hard to breathe…my throat…”

His voice was raspy and his breathes came in short gasps. Nanao rubbed Minato’s back, and the other members formed a human barricade to guard him. From Seiya’s perspective, he was experiencing system symptoms such as nausea, sweating, dizziness, rashes, and shivering. What was going on?

Seiya’s brother Gaku, who had gotten into the car earlier, also ran over and put his nose on the back of Minato’s neck.

“Seiya, wait. It’s really faint, but he smells different than usual. …It’s an unpleasant smell. What is this, ginkgo fruit?”

Seiya and Ryouhei looked at each other.

“Minato’s allergic to ginkgo!”

“That’s right. A long time ago, when our families went to pick ginkgo fruits, we were shocked when Minato got a rash even though he never touched them with his bare hands.”

“But there aren’t any ginkgo fruits this time of year,” Gaku murmured. “Are these symptoms of anaphylactic shock?”

Seiya’s expression froze.

Anaphylactic shock was a condition in which an allergic reaction to food or other allergens caused a drop in blood pressure and deterioration of consciousness.

Masa-san pushed through the human barricade and went to Minato. He was lying limp in the laps of Kanbayashi and Himuro. His face was chalk white.

“Sorry about this, Minato.”

Masa-san suddenly lifted up Minato’s hakama and pushed something that looked like a thick pen into his thigh. There was a click sound. Seiya widened his eyes, and Kanbayashi blinked rapidly.

“It’s a self-injection of adrenaline. I’m allergic to wasp poison, so I carry it around with me.”

Gaku got out his phone. “Coach Takigawa, thank goodness. Don’t worry, I’ll get him to the hospital right away.”

The injection seemed to have worked, and after a while Minato was able to sit up on his own. His breathing had settled down, and it seemed that his life was no longer in danger. Minato was escorted to the hospital by the Takehaya brothers.

Afterwards, the dashcam in one of the parents’ cars parked in the parking lot showed the girl who was holding the bottle. Despite repeated appeals that the water in the bottle was suspicious, the case was shelved without much investigation, as it was assumed that Minato had just accidentally ingested food that he was allergic to.

Seiya had a pained expression on his face.

“I know someone whose hobbies include hacking into surveillance camera data and using AI to analyze internet articles. The girl from the dashcam is a Kuon devotee. We also confirmed contact between a detective and a Kuon family servant. Apparently, the detective got their hands on ginkgo fruits from a university lab. It seems like there are all sorts of people at Kuon’s house.”

“Why Minato?” Ryouhei asked.

“It’s probably jealousy. The Young Prince only has one brother disciple. No one can take Minato’s place.”

Hanazawa, Shiragiku, and Seo stamped on the ground in frustration.

“I can’t believe we can’t do anything even though we know that much.”

“It’s frustrating.”

“Yeah, I feel you. But wouldn’t it also be bad if the hacking is discovered?”

Masa-san, who had been listening silently until then, rubbed his cheek.

“We have to punish him hard for this.”

Kuon was spending the weekend at the villa.

“Has that woman’s identity been exposed? How useless. Hmm, no need to bother with a orthopedic surgeon’s son and a bunch of commoners.”

His phone rang, and the screen displayed a certain person’s name.

It was Fujiwara Shuu.

“Kuon Takumi, will you apologize to Minato?”

Perhaps it was because he was calling from somewhere far away, but there was so much noise in the background that it was hard to hear.

“What are you talking about? I’m on vacation right now. Do you mind if I ask you to refrain from calling?”

“He’s heading your way right now. I’m not going to be able to stop him.”

“He?”

Asahina and Eddie had pinpointed Kuon’s location. He was in a richly decorated mansion deep in the mountains. The heavy doors opened.

Masa-san leisurely walked from the central entrance to the front stairwell. A female servant of the mansion, suspicious of the smiling, cheerfully walking stranger, called out to him.

“Excuse me, sir? Are you a guest?”

“Hey there, young lady. I’m glad you seem to be doing well.”

“I’m afraid that I cannot let you through to the next room.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m very close to Takumi-kun.”

Masa-san smiled softly, and the servant felt cold air blowing on the back of her neck. Contrary to his words, his quiet anger was something that couldn’t be hidden no matter how hard he tried.

The woman screamed. “Takumi-sama, there’s a suspicious person here! Somebody help!”

Kuon sensed the man’s impending presence and hurried outside.

Masa-san got behind the men guarding Kuon and slammed his fist into the back of his liver. He dodged another man’s kick, and when he fell to the ground with a heavy thud, Masa-san jumped over the stair railing.

All the while, Kuon was running at full speed. His pursuer closed the distance in the blink of an eye, and Kuon, panicking, tripped on the grass and fell. Despite this, he still crawled on the ground, trying to escape, but couldn’t move forward.

Masa-san grabbed Kuon by the nape of his neck.

“Swear that you’ll never lay a finger on Kazemai’s students again.”

“O-Okay. I swear, so let me go first.”

When Masa-san loosened his grip, Kuon raised himself up and faced him directly. Immediately after, he saw the shadow of a muscular man behind Masa-san. Masa-san punched him in the face without looking back.

Kuon clutched at the soil.

“Who the hell are you!? There’s no way an ordinary person can do that!”

“I’m sure you know that I’m Kazemai’s coach. A long time ago, I learned self-defense. You don’t seem to realize what you’ve done.”

“Isn’t it just a little bit of itchiness? A long time ago, I had a classmate who got itchy after eating eggs, but it cleared up after a week. Isn’t this just a child’s adorable prank?”

“Don’t tell me that you’ve done the same thing in the past? Allergies can be life-threatening if you don’t take care of them properly. What you did was equivalent to poisoning him. Lately, I haven’t been able to control myself…whatever will I do?”

Masa-san put his hand in the inside pocket of his jacket. He took out a permanent marker, and after removing the cap, he placed the tip of the pen on Kuon’s cheek.

Approximately ten seconds later, Kuon’s face was covered with the same pattern as the one on the powder container Masa-san had received from his master. Yes, depending on how you looked at it, it looked like a bikini.

The look in Kuon’s eyes changed when he saw Masa-san turn on his phone.

“No way, you’re going to take a photo?”

“A souvenir. I borrowed the pen from Kazemai’s president, and it turned out to be a very tasteful picture, if I do say so myself.”

“You lowly citizen! I’ll call Father!”

“As you requested, I’ve already called him. ‘My foolish son has wronged your friend. Please scold him on my behalf,’ he said and invited me to this villa. Now that I’ve taken some pictures, I think I’ll send them to the Kirisaki twins.”

“Father would never… S-Stop it! Doesn’t Buddhism tell you to not take revenge even when something is done to you? Your real job is being a monk, isn’t it?”

“Everyone keeps calling me a monk, monk, monk. I’m not a monk, I’m a priest!”

As Masa-san’s finger was about to slide across his phone’s screen, the wind created by a helicopter made the leaves and branches of the mountains shake. It was a tremendous amount of dust. When he looked up, the door of the low-flying aircraft opened.

Shuu jumped down. His pale eyelashes were swaying.

“Kuon, if you’re going to use the power of your family, I won’t hesitate to borrow the power of my family as well. Have you forgotten my name?”

“…Fujiwara-senpai.”

Minato also peeked out from the helicopter.

“Masa-san, stop! Don’t do anything more than that! I haven’t learned pro wrestling yet.”

“Good grief, my disciples are always too soft!”

Masa-san and Shuu stood in front of Kuon, who bowed his head in resignation.

Young leaves danced in the sky.

Members of the Kazemai High School Kyudo Club gathered at the Yata no Mori Kyudojo.

A fleeting time of overnight practice. The warm sunlight that poured down upon them made them sleepy.

“Oh, what happened to the boys?” Tommy-sensei asked Hanazawa, Shiragiku, and Seo.

“They went to see the dormouse.”

Masa-san pressed his hand to his forehead. “They got too much power, don’t they? Let’s get started on dinner.”

“Yes.”

Minato and his friends were in the forest. They were standing in front of an old mountain hut.

Nanao pointed to the door of the hut.

“At dawn, I volunteered to go look for Miyama stag beetles. Then, I saw it there.”

“Wow, that early morning walk was all about collecting bugs? I’m glad I didn’t go,” Ryouhei said, patting his chest.

Minato asked him to let him sit on his shoulders and peered through the gaps in the tobukuro.* It was a nostalgic scene for Seiya, who was watching them from the side as he waited for his turn to sit on Ryouhei’s shoulders.

“You guys are way too big to do little kid stuff like this,” Kaito said to Seiya.

“You don’t have to look, Kaito.”

“…I guess it’s fine to take just one look.”

Keyaki and Kanbayashi were searching around for new discoveries, and Himuro was listening to the voice of the forest’s master.

The mountains were shining.

The mountains were singing.

By the time the owl woke up from its sleep, Minato and the others had dinner.

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[studentbyday]

don't ask me to analyze poetry but sometimes i get the last lines stuck in my head bc it's a long road to get to where i wanna be in life...

D-37 & D-36 DAYS TO FREEDOM

yesterday i studied for 3h and 36 mins. i was supposed to study for 6+ hours. today i will try to make up for it bc yesterday was just not enough time to finish everything i was supposed to. i wonder how long it will take me to figure out (and be okay with) a reasonable to-do list. i really feel like i keep overwhelming myself with things to do that i just keep feeling defeated and demotivated every day bc it's impossible to finish it all in 1 day...

learning:

finish 2nd biochem discussion reply (took 2h 😑) ✅ (why is it *so* *hard* to read and understand biochem papers without reading at a snail's pace?? 😩)

finish 1.5 psyc ch for this week ✅ (OMG THE NEUROSCIENCE OF CONSCIOUSNESS IS SO COOL and also really freaky bc many different brain regions are so dependent on each other so damage may mean you don't actually perceive smth??? unfortunately to allow my brain to osmose the info, i need to slow down 🥺 i wish i could go faster.)

finish biochem sec 1, start sec 2 ✅

self-care:

physio exercises x2 ✅

journal x2 ✅

laundry ✅

update: i could not stick to pomodoro for more than 3h today and i didn't study anymore after that. i could not focus very well after the first hour and a half. i think it's because i didn't sleep well last night. so i'm gonna finally try to be consistent for a week and go to bed between 9-10 even if i don't feel like it and even if i can't fall asleep right away for the first couple of days. also, i think i'll try to reduce the amount of stuff i write on a day's to-do list. i'll still be aiming for 6-8h of studying per day, but we're gonna go with 4 or 5 tasks a day if 2 or 3 of them are small (takes an hour or less) and 3 if all the tasks are big (i.e. takes 2 hours or more) and if i finish early, then everything else i do will be a happy bonus, and if not, that's fine as well bc i'm still gonna get it done within the week, just not this instant. maybe tmr's update will feature a new bujo spread? (i changed it from the 2-page weekly to a super basic 6 column thing that would allow me to timeblock my days but...ofc that didn't help for very long bc all that space allowed me to overwhelm myself every day!)

🎶 liebesleid/love's sorrow - kreisler/rachmaninoff (yes the same set of songs keep getting stuck in my head. it seems to stay like that until i'm able to play them myself. so we're gonna be with this set for a while 😅 as a sidenote, this was a great song to listen to as i journalled about imposter syndrome 😂 it really fit the vibes 😎)

[basilone]

'Glide' and 'deep' for our beloved Buck Cleven? Juno xx

The amount of recalibrating I did to keep this away from the gremlin part of the brain that was cryin' out for smut... 🤣I think this one became a lot of fun in its own right, though! It can sort-of be a companion piece to this one, as we take a closer look at Gale during his interrogation and get some scraps of what his bond with my OC Lottie is like. (And apparently, Gale gets a little belligerent when he's in pain. Who knew. 😂)

Glide / deep

His face hurts. He’s pretty sure there’s a tear in his jacket sleeve. His ankle is screaming murder at him until he sits down in a chair that makes the rest of his body hurt with its rigidity. Blood and cotton are waging a war in his mouth.

Spit it up, Gilly. Her voice dances on the periphery of his being, past the sharp cuts and the dull pain that makes him want to curl up into a ball. Don’t hold that in, ain’t good for ya – and if he focuses just enough, he can feel the brush of her thumb on his chin – never swallow a beatin’, Major, just spit it back out. Put it where it belongs.

He sucks in a breath. Spits blood into the glass.

“That is a waste of a good drink,” says his interrogator. Voice too glacial to be disapproving. Voice too controlled to be much of anything meaningful. “Not a man for alcohol, I take it?”

Gale rolls his head back. Looks down his nose at the too-clean desk. Would smile at the small spatters of blood that escaped the glass if he felt his face could still move that way. He can practically feel the glass splinters in his cheek tremble and burrow deeper with each movement.

I need to get that looked at, he thinks, feeling something giddy swoop through his belly at the inanity of the thought. Benny’s going to have kittens about it. Unsanitary.

Out loud, he rattles a breath into the silence. “Buck Cleven,” he says evenly, trying not to wince at the b’s or e’s his mouth is shaping around. “Major.” He pauses. Lets his rank hang in the silence for a moment. “O-three-nine-nine”– he coughs –“seven-eight-two.”

“Buck? You are not Gale Cleven, Major?”

I haven’t been Gale to anyone in a damn long time, asshole. “Buck,” he asserts.

“We need to know you are who our papers say you are, Major.” That same even voice again. Prick. His knuckles itch. “Are you or are you not Gale Cleven?”

Gilly Gale Cleven of the three-five-oh, his mind sing-songs, and he smiles through the pain. “Buck Cleven, Major,” he says again, focusing on the glint of his interrogator’s glasses. Focusing on the slicked-back hair and the self-serving smirk. Lot would be begging to punch him by now – please, Gilly, lemme at him – and his hand nearly curls into a fist in her absence. “O-three-nine-nine-seven-eight-two.”

“I see.”

You can’t see a goddamn thing because that mustachioed knucklehead of a Führer sticks his hand up your ass and makes you parrot his nonsensical bullshit all goddamn day. Gale disguises his snort of laughter as a cough. Remembers Lot’s drawing from about a week ago – sockpuppet Nazis, painstakingly sketched out while tucked against his side in the crush of a too-busy pub – only because the man sitting in front of him now looks like her drawing come to life.

“Something funny, Major Cleven?”

Gale smiles back. You wouldn’t get it.

“I always like a good joke,” the man continues. “You Americans are very funny sometimes. Are you a funny man, Major?”

If he closes his eyes, he can hear Lot’s laughter play into his ears over the persistent radio static he has not quite managed to shake since the crash. He likes that laugh – full, booming, fearless – almost as much as he likes seeing the scrunch of her nose above her mask. Gilly, stop distractin’ me, she’d admonished, reaching over just to slap his arm. We got a ways to go yet, and you ain’t helpin’.

“No, you are not,” concludes his interrogator, who’s clearly never seen Lot’s eyes sparkle with joy over something Gale said. “You are a more serious man. A good pilot, if these tales of you gliding your plane to a landing without engine are true.” His fingers tap a folder that contains far too many papers. Far too many pictures, too. “A studious man with deep thoughts, aren’t you? We appreciate men like you here in Germany, Major.”

Gale summons the blood in his mouth until his gums feel encased by only cotton. Aims. Spits. The desk, once too-clean, spatters red.

“Buck Cleven,” he says, smiling past the pain, feeling the shards of glass dig deeper and deeper into his skin. “Major.” Knows he’ll stay that, even if he won’t fly again. They should promote Lot next, but she’s bound to do something stupid like wind up in the cell next to his. A ways to go, you and me. “O-three-nine-nine”– he laughs –“seven-eight-two.”

“We do not appreciate difficulties, Major.”

You’re gonna hate Lottie when she gets here. “Buck Cleven,” he repeats. I’ll never be Gale in this country. “Major.” And I’ll make damn sure you don’t forget it. “O.” Where are my men. “Three.” Where is Benny, is he okay. “Nine.” How many others survived the crash. “Nine.” All that paperwork and you still don’t know what matters most in a man’s life. “Seven.” Hope Marge will get word back to base that I’m okay once you let me write her a letter. “Eight.” Like an ouroboros, biting its own tail. “Two.”

His one-fingered salute is the loudest thing in this silence.

[mo-ok]

Top 5 WORST sentais you’ve watched. or simply least favorite bc I know you’re more of a lover than a hater

OK SO these are simply the ones i think about the least since finishing them (i've enjoyed every season i've seen so far, but some just have less staying power in my brain than others)

OR the ones with the most "little annoyances"/characters i cared the least about/etc etc

So this is less of a "worst" list and simply more of a "i liked other things more" list 😂😂😭

5. Liveman - worst ending in the whole franchise. Absolute downer of a show. Two completely wasted rangers who really didnt need to be there/could have easily been made so much better. I would not recommend this show to someone unless i knew them very well and knew they'd get it. 10/10 i fucking love liveman but oh my god OH MY GOD.

4. Dairanger - very enjoyable episode to episode but really fumbled the bag in the second half imo. I love lots of aspects of this season, i love the characters (probably one of the only people in the whole world who doesnt hate Koh lmao), the suits and intro theme are some of my favourites in the whole franchise. But like... what actually happened in dairanger??? Daigo got a bird gf for a minute? Kemp hurt comfort episode???? We played baseball??????

3. King Ohger - i think i would have enjoyed kingoh a whole lot more if i was able to watch it at a faster pace. The general lack of longer fight scenes and robot fights started to weigh on me lmao, i didnt quite realise how important the robots were to me until kingoh took them away 😂😂 again, i enjoyed the show, but i havent thought about it much since it ended

2. Gaoranger - it was great fun and full on and i enjoyed it a lot, but boy howdy did it make me feel TIRED lmao. I watched this directly after watching Gingaman and was still very much in the Hyuuga trenches, which i dont think helped with Gao not sticking around in my mind. Also, didnt like the ending song (the theme song goes hard though, and Gaku remains a special boy in my special boy jar)

1. Kyoryuger - I remember really enjoying it and its characters, the bad guys were fun and the music goes hard. But there are a few factors that work together to sadly have it end up at the bottom of my sentai pile

- i find myself not really thinking about it AT ALL unless its right in front of me lmao.

- I have a lot of love and nostalgia tied to PR Dino Charge which kinda clouds most of my kyoryu memories

- tyler/shelby >>>>>> king/amy

- fav thing about kyoryu is Utchy and he wasnt even in the kingoh crossover eps wtf

- i think i have simply watched too much since watching Kyoryuger. I definitly am glad i watched it early on, cause i genuinly feel like i'd probably enjoy it less if i watched it now (i did however recently rewatch the Souji parents episode for the dynaman brain rot 10/10 junichi haruta my beloved)

[hmdeath]

Hello!

So this is not a question but rather just me rambling and fangirling over Astarion, his story and especially your fic "Unravel".

I love it so much, really! You're doing such a phenomenal job writing it and I'm getting all excited whenever there's a new chapter!

So when I was on my way to work yesterday a song I used to love but hadn't heard in a long time started playing. It's also called "Unravel". It's actually an english cover of one of the openings from the anime "Death Note" by Jonathan Young (I love his music, omg).

And I was like "oh funny, just yesterday there was a new chapter of this really cool fic called "Unravel" as well."

So when I started paying more attention to the lyrics I thought that the song was quite fitting for Astarion and especially your fic!

I mean, of course not every line of the song is fitting! I thought about it like "what if the 'real' Astarion was aware of everything ascended Astarion did to Hikari and in general?"

So here are the lyrics:

Oh, can you tell me, can you tell me the way the story ends?

A monster in my heart, a ghost inside my chest

I′m broken down, the world around us surrounds my suffering

(He is a monster, he's but a ghost of what he was before. Also I believe A!Astarion is truly suffering, he has never been happy since the ritual. But there's also nothing he can do about it on his own, because it's just the way he has to be after it.)

You smile and laugh at me, but you don't see a thing

Damaged and broken as I am, I′m trying not to breathe

Unraveled, I'm not unraveled by the truth I finally see (Freeze)

I'm breakable, unbreakable

I′m shakeable, unshakeable

Unraveling since I found you

And now I′m turning to dust in a world that's twisted

Don′t come searching when I go missing

Close your eyes or just try to look away, don't want to hurt you

(Like... Hikari didn't have to return to him and spawn!Astarion probably wouldn't have wanted her to endanger herself even if it was so 'save' him, right?)

We live in the world someone else imagined

The ghost of what′s left of me all but vanished

Remember my heart, how bright I used to shine

(Okay, this is a bit of a stretch since he was undead before the ritual and his heart certainly didn't 'shine' that bright, haha 😂 but he did fall in love with her, so that's enough for me!)

Entangled in the loneliness

The memory of innocence

It's stinging me, it′s breaking me

The pain is spreading endlessly

I cannot move, I close my eyes

I try to breathe, I realize

I'm paralyzed, I'm paralyzed

Unravel the world

(Again, what if spawn!Astarion was aware. Maybe he is... Somehow? Or at least, he will remember when/if the pact is finally reversed and he is back to his former self.)

I′m not what I was then, don′t touch the infection

Entwined we will both die so stay away, and stay alive

(Same as above, she didn't have to come back to him. The infection could refer to the ascension and even to vampirism itself. Spawn! Astarion would never have wanted Hikari to be turned into a vampire herself.)

I'm breakable, unbreakable, I′m shakeable, unshakeable

Unraveling, I won't infect you

And now I′m turning to dust in a world that's twisted

Don′t come searching when I go missing

Close your eyes or try to look away, don't want to hurt you

We live in the world someone else imagined

The ghost of what left of me all but vanished

Remember my heart, how bright I used to shine

Please, just don't forget me

Just don′t forget me

Just don′t forget me

Just don't forget me

Don′t forget me

(I mean after all the shit Astarion's been through... Hikari (as his first true love) forgetting about how he truly was would be brutal 😭)

We live in a world someone else imagined

The ghost of what left of me all but vanished

Remember my heart, how bright I used to shine

Oh, can you tell me?

Oh, can you tell me?

A monster in my heart

And now there's nothing left

Sorry that this is so long 😂 but after my brain made all these connections to your story I couldn't stop thinking about it and I just HAD to let the brainrot run wild 🙈

I hope you're having a wonderful day and I'm really looking forward to the next chapter ❤️

WOW I LOVE THIS!!!!

I was definitely aware of the song - I mean how could I not be lol - but I'd never heard this english translation and he does it so well, first of all!! Second of all though OH MY GOD??!??!?!?! THIS IS TOO PERFECT???? IN EVERY SINGLE WAY??!??!!?

me waking up from the delirium of being disgustingly sick for the past 3 days to this glory:

[thunderwavesolveseverything]

Words of Mine Will Turn to Ash

[Astarion x Named Tav]

“Who’s this?” Phayelynn asked, looking at the newcomer with unease.

She knew this man- she recognized his face but couldn’t remember where or how.

“This is the Blade of Frontiers." Shadowheart gestured before reaching for her goblet. "He’s been infected like us. He will help us free Halsin after we help him track down a devil he’s hunting.”

"As I've already told Shadowheart," The man smiled, rising from his seat. He reached his hand out for Phayelynn to shake and gave Shadowheart a playful glare. "My friends call me Wyll."

A cold sweat broke out on Phayelynn's forehead. Her heart skipped a beat, and a lump formed in her throat. Of course- that’s who he had to be. Her mind raced as she tried to act normal. But inside, she was panicking.

She needed to get away from camp and the Blade of Frontiers.

---

So, I'm back and with a new computer!

Lol.

There was no saving my old computer, so I splurged and got a new gaming laptop and I'M INLOVE! It runs so smoothly, and it's like I'm playing the game over for the first time. I didn't know it was supposed to look this good 😂

This chapter is a little more on the shorter side for what I usually write, but I have pretty much all the way up to the Tiefling party outlined, so I'm excited to keep going and writing again. 💜💜💜

Also, we're going to start getting more into Phay's backstory which I'm so excited about!!!

(word count: 2,071)

Read on AO3 or below :)

Words of Mine Will Turn to Ash

Phayelynn sat comfortably beneath Alfira’s tent, perched on a grassy cliff side overlooking the river flowing past the grove. The cool breeze brushed against the tent, stirring the fabric and bringing a sense of calm between the pair of bards. 

Alfira sat behind her, her deft fingers working through Phayelynn’s hair as she brained it into two intricate sections, leaving out a few strands to frame her face. 

Hours had passed since they first met-Phayelynn having followed the sound of frustrated hands plucking at strings and stumbling across the Tielfing as she struggled to write. 

Alfira hummed the song they had written together to herself as she continued to lace and weave strands of hair. The song evoked a connotation of sadness and somehow brought a smile to her face. 

Phayelynn, a complete stranger, Alfira noted, was like a close friend after helping her find the right words to honor her teacher- helped her find it in her to play again. And now, Alfira was determined to return the favor. 

She’d help Phayelynn feel like a proper bard. 

As Phayelynn slowly opened her eyes, finding herself humming along to the tune, she eyed her clothes hanging nearby, swaying in the breeze. They were nearly dry after Alfira’s help with dying them. She couldn’t stop staring at the bright purples and reds that now adorned her clothes, colors her father used to wear. 

Alfira sighed in satisfaction as she finally tied off the last braid, “And done,” she sang out with flare. 

The braids were perfectly aligned and neatly secured with thin leather straps. She leaned back to admire her handiwork. 

“Perfect,” she added, a hint of laughter in her voice. “Now your hair won’t be in the way while you slay those goblins tomorrow.” She gave Phayelynn’s shoulder a gentle squeeze. 

Phayleynn smiled, letting a hand fiddle with the braid. The smile quickly turned into a pout. Shadowheart and Gale were busy getting supplies and more important things for tomorrow. All the while, she had spent the day lazing around, playing music, and making a new friend- sprucing up her appearance. 

She pursed her lips as she pondered, wondering whether she should have asked Shadowheart’s permission first before dying the clothes. They were gifted to her. She quickly dismissed the thought. 

“You don’t think they’re too bright?” Phayelynn looked over the clothes. They were…flashy…to say the least. 

Phayelynn shifted to the side so Alfira could get a better look at them. 

“Yes,” Alfira giggled, and Phayelynn shot her a look, gaping at her. Alfira stifled her giggles. “But not in a bad way. Purple is a bard’s color, after all. And the red compliments your skin tone beautifully.” 

“But what if it is in a bad way- this isn’t like I’m about to perform in front of an audience- I’m about to fight a horde of goblins.” Phayelynn wasn’t entirely convinced. She loved what they had done to her clothes but couldn’t stop herself. What if she messed up again? “What if they draw too much attention?” 

“That’s exactly what a bard is supposed to do- draw attention to themselves. All the greats- they don’t hide behind the others, though they don’t necessarily lead the charge. They distract. They rally. They inspire. They stand out and encourage their party in the heat of the battle.” Alfira tries to explain. “Trust me, you are going to do just fine. Now stop overthinking, and let’s get you dressed properly.” she gave Phayelynn a slight push, urging her to stand and stop worrying. 

Phayelynn hesitated, letting Alfira get up first, and watching as the Tiefling walked towards the clothes and began taking them down from the tree branch they hung on. She looked away as she stood. The sun was starting to set. Phayelynn knew she was being silly. She could do this. 

“You’re right.” she nodded, starting to strip out of the shirt Alfira had let her burrow. Alfira grabbed the red top first, throwing it to Phayleynn once she was ready. “This was fun,” she caught the shirt, pulling it over her head as she spoke, “Thank you for today,” she continued as she popped her head out from beneath the fabric. “I needed this. I-I needed a day of normalcy.” 

Alfira beamed, tossing Phayelynn her jacket next, “I should be the one doing the thanking,” she said, sifting through the different belts and holsters they had also dyed a deep red to match. She grabbed an old pair of gloves and gifted them to Phayelynn. “I had completely forgotten what it was like to have that itch in my fingers. To perfect a song until now. The Weeping Dawn will be my gift to Lihala. So thank you, I really needed this too.” 

Both smiled at the other before rushing with excitement to finish putting all the pieces together. Fastened belts and hitching thigh-high boots, Phayleynn had a blazing spark in her eye as they worked. Alfira watched her with a critical eye, nodding her head in approval when Phayelynn was fully dressed and equipped. 

“It’s perfect!” Alfira exclaimed in delight, clapping her hands together. 

With newfound confidence, Phayelynn gave Alfira a spin before pulling her into a warm, grateful hug, which Alfira returned with equal enthusiasm. 

When they parted, Alfira looked her up and down one last time and gave her a firm shake for final reassurance, “You can do this.” 

Phayelynn smirked. Alfira was right. She could do this. 

---

As Phayelynn arrived at camp, darkness had already engulfed the area. She spotted the flickering flames of a fire ahead of her, accompanied by the sound of laughter and chatter. An odd feeling washed over her the closer she got. There were five bodies gathered around the fire instead of four. 

She tilted her head in confusion. 

Shadowheart was the first to notice Phayelynn’s arrival. Her expression quickly changed from concern to a flash of anger in seconds as she stood up, placing her goblet of wine on the log she had been sitting on. Phayleynn felt uneasy as Shadowheart’s stern eye met her own. 

“And where have you been?” She demanded, her voice snipping with disapproval.

Before Phayelynn could answer, Astarion was next to look her over, spreading his lips upwards mischievously, “Our dear cleric was worried sick about you, darling,” he playfully announced, bobbing his head towards Shadowheart. “She was mere moments from heading a search party.” 

“I was not worried!” Shadowheart’s face flushed as she hissed at him. She turned back to Phayelynn. “I didn’t know if you had gotten yourself in trouble again or abandoned us or gods know what else!” 

Gale let out a deep chuckle. 

“That is the definition of being worried,” he pointed out. 

This only made Shadowheart angrier, fixing him with her sharp glare next. She waited for him to let out a nervous cough, clearing his throat and looking away before returning to Phayelynn. 

“Well, what do you have to say for yourself?” she crossed her arms, waiting for an explanation. 

“Um-er, sorry?’ Phayelynn stammered out an apology. A poor one. She shifted in her place. “I lost track of time. I’m sorry.” she tried to sound confident- composed. 

“We can see that.” Astarion let out a loud, nosey laugh. He stuck his nose at her, eyes tracing over every part of her form, not leaving a detail out, “Well, I guess we’ll never lose sight of you again.” 

He found her new attire obnoxious and hilarious, yet something in him couldn’t bring himself to hate it. It oddly suited her. 

“I see you lost track of time while ruining the clothes I bought you,” Shadowheart scolded. 

Phayelynn winced- but then she caught herself. Why was she letting them treat her like this? She crossed her arms against her chest and popped her hip out almost defiantly. “I didn’t know I had a curfew, mum,” 

Gale saw the twitch in Shadowheart’s brow and moved to intervene. He stepped forward andtried to lighten the mood, “I think you look great. I love the purple.” He gave her a supportive wink, pointing at the purple fabric of his robes. 

His voice was warm and genuine, even if his motivation for the compliment was more to keep the peace than flatter. Phayelynn felt a flutter in her chest as she took in the praise. It had the reverse effect. They matched now- her cheeks reddened in embarrassment. 

She tried to shake it off, smiling and nodding at the wizard. She looked at the newcomer, who’d been listening in but trying to make it appear that he hadn’t been- he probably didn’t want to get involved in their bickering, Phayelynn assumed. 

“Who’s this?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. 

Shadowheart sighed, sitting back down and reaching for her goblet, “While you spent the day playing dress up, Gale and I were busy finding supplies and allies.” She took a sip, gesturing to the man sitting to her left. “This is the Blade of Frontiers. He’s been infected like us. He will help us free Halsin after we help him track down a devil he’s hunting.” 

“A devil?” Phayleynn gasped; she scrutinized the man’s features. “I thought we said no more distractions. Or is it only okay if I don’t cause the distraction?” 

“As I’ve said, as well.” Lae’zel spoke up in agreement from her spot furthest away from them, “I won’t wait my time chasing devils.” 

Phayelynn rolled her eyes. “You won’t waste your time doing anything,” she muttered under hot breath. 

She narrowed her gaze, shifting it back to the Blade of Frontiers as he stood up. She studied him as he started to approach. 

Her unease from earlier started to grow into fear. This man, she knew this man- somehow and not because he was the famed Blade of the Frontiers. She had heard stories of his heroics, but she recognized his face but couldn’t remember where or how. 

The Blade misplaced her confusion- taking it as her fearing facing a devil. “Karlach is fierce, but from what Shadowheart has told me- how you three had escaped the Nautiloid, I have no doubt we won’t succeed.” He stopped before her, reaching out his hand for her to shake. He gave Shadowheart a playful glare. “As I’ve already told Shadowheart, my friends call me Wyll.” 

A cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Her heart skipped a beat, and a lump formed in her throat. Of course- that’s who he had to be. Her mind raced as she tried to act normal. But inside, she was panicking. 

“I know who you are.”

She failed as her words came out harsher than intended. Still, she forced herself to shake his hand. She felt a pull from his tadpole and quickly let go before he could access hers. She cleared her throat, now trying to cover up her coldness. 

“You know, cause you’re so famous- for being the Blade of Frontiers, like you said-” her thoughts were in disarray. She needed to get away from camp and the Blade of Frontiers. 

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Wyll looked at her curiously- cautiously. 

Phayelynn quickly averted her eyes, fearing he was beginning to recognize her. Her eyes met Gale’s first, then Astarion as she darted away before gazing at the river near their camp. 

“Yeah, pleasure. We’ll need all the help we can get. Glad to have you.” she forced a smile and gave a nervous laugh. With a quick nod, she jerked her thumb towards the river. “I’m going to go take a bath now.” 

She sounded so dumb. 

She didn’t let it simmer before abruptly departing from the others. An uncomfortable silence hung in the air as she hurried away without even a glance back at her companions or Wyll. 

“But aren’t you hungry?” Gale called after her, his voice laced with concern. “I saved you a plate!” 

Wyll’s eyes were fixated on Phayelynn as she rushed away. She seemed terrified of him. He felt a hint of concern- unsettled by her reaction towards him. He noticed Shadowheart and Astarion staring at him, most likely trying to determine what had just happened. 

He tried to deflect, unsure what he could have done, “She seems…interesting..” he tried to find the word for the encounter. 

Astarion hummed in agreement, watching after Phayelynn as she disappeared through the brush and trees, “Very interesting indeed.” 

[sugar-omi]

(swiftie asker) EEEEEE YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY IT MAKES ME THAT YOU LIKE ALL MY SILLY SWIFTPILLED BRAIN WORMS… all your responses to asks that i’ve seen over the months i’ve been here are always hard-hitting and boy oh BOY did these hit me hard kajkjdsjfld so all of this to say. thank you for letting me ramble like this and actually taking my ideas and running with them??? i literally feel so honored aksjksfjd,, so please, feel free to match my writing freak and yap along with me because it’s always an absolute pleasure to see what you have to say about my ideas ehhehehe

PLEASEEEE THE DLC ALWAYS HURTS ME SO BAD, BECAUSE ONCE THE SILK-LINED CIVILITY IS GONE ALL HE CAN BE TOWARDS YOU IS BITTER, BECAUSE IT SEEMS THAT’S THE ONLY WAY YOU’LL LISTEN TO HIM EVEN IF IT’S NOT WHAT HE WANTS. AND WHEN THE DAY’S DONE HE KNOWS HE’D STILL RUN TO YOU IF YOU SO MUCH AS LIFTED A HAND TO BECKON HIM, KNOWING HE WOULD FIND YOU NO MATTER HOW LONG IT’S BEEN EVEN IF YOU WOULDN’T DO THE SAME GODDDDD IT HITS YA RIGHT IN THE JUGULAR

no because . the other night i was listening to the anthology and ‘peter’ started playing, and HOLY FUCK IF I WASN’T BAWLING MY EYES OUT BECAUSE BAXTER /IMMEDIATELY/ CAME TO MIND??? BECAUSE NOT ONLY DOES THE SONG ITSELF TIE INTO AND SORT OF CONCLUDE THE FOLKLORE LOVE TRIANGLE…BUT IN THE CONTEXT OF OLBA IT’D BE MC MOVING ON AND STILL BEING IN LOVE/WANTING BAXTER IN THEIR LIFE BUT BEING UNABLE TO WAIT ANY LONGER…because they spent five years hoping he’d call, and they’re just so /tired/ of it — they can give him their patience, but they can’t fix him…and they won’t waste their life trying.

“and i won’t confess that i waited, but i let the lamp burn” = mc trying to reach out and willing baxter to come back… “as the men masqueraded, i hoped you’d return” = mc wanting him to come back even as life goes on and they keep on keeping on… “with your feet on the ground, tell me all that you’ve learned” = the fantasy of baxter finally putting down roots and /staying/ for once… “cause love’s never lost when perspective is earned” = mc still holding on to the memories despite realizing what baxter was really doing and how much they were hurt by it… “AND YOU SAID YOU’D COME AND GET ME BUT YOU WERE 25” = MC WAITING ALL THAT TIME FOR HIM AND HE NEVER SHOWED, BECAUSE HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE TEMPORARY… “AND THE SHELF LIFE OF THOSE FANTASIES HAS EXPIRED” = MC NO LONGER BEING ABLE TO SUSTAIN THEIR LOVE FOR HIM WITH JUST THE MEMORIES HE LEFT THEM… “LOST TO THE LOST BOYS CHAPTER OF YOUR LIFE” = MC AND THE REST OF SUNSET BIRD BEING JUST ANOTHER CHAPTER IN BAXTER’S LIFE TO BE SHELVED AND TUCKED AWAY IN FAVOR OF THE NEXT PAGES… “FORGIVE ME PETER, PLEASE KNOW THAT I TRIED TO HOLD ON TO THE DAYS WHEN YOU WERE MINE” = MC SEEMINGLY BEING THE ONLY ONE STILL HOLDING ON TO THOSE SUMMER DAYS LONG GONE, AND FUCK IF THEY DIDN’T /TRY/… “BUT THE PERSON WHO SITS BY THE WINDOW HAS TURNED OUT THE LIGHT” = MC FINALLY BEING FINISHED WITH WAITING AND BEING UNABLE TO KEEP HOLDING OUT FOR SOMEONE THAT WON’T SHOW… can you tell i’m absolutely fucking insane about tswift bridges. hhahhaha. i am so Normal and Ordinary about these songs i swear

good grief this message got long. i am So sorry for all the text i simply have many things to say and am the bearer of the curse (the curse being both olba hyperfixation and "swiftie since 2014" disease)

YESS I WOULD LOVE TO MATCH YOUR FREAK 🤭🤝🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

ALSO OMFG YOU REMINDED ME OF THE FIC I WROTE FOR ENGLISH.... I was your first idea but with derek.... and MC got tired of waiting on derek n ended up with cove. my teachers comment was so funny, he said he was hanging on the edge of his seat waiting for MC n derek to get together 😂

but I love the whole "I couldn't wait for you anymore" troupe with derek and baxter. it's so painful, but so true.

and omg I'm listening to Peter now and omfg.... my heart is on the FLOOR.

it's so baxter... "I thought it was just goodbye for now / you said you were gonna grow up and come find me"

MC holding onto the hope that he'd come back once he was ready for a serious relationship.

"when crossing your jet stream, we both did the best we could do, under the same moon" COMING BACK TOGETHER WHEN YOURE MARRYING COVE AND RECOGNIZING THAT YOU DID YOUR BEST TO "LOVE" EACH OTHER AND CHERISH YOUR TIME TOGETHER....

i cant help but wanna associate "words from the mouths of babies, oceans deep. but never to keep" with baxter because he is a babe. he's so handsome, so suave...

he never made promises, he knows he would be damned if he made promises he knew he wouldn't keep.

but when he smiles at you like that, holds your hand like that, kisses you so softly, that blush far too darling on his porcelain cheeks for your heart to not belong to him... how could you not think that this is love. and that him walking you to your door isn't a promise.

and when he smiles, so glad that you missed him when he suddenly came to let you know he's back from visiting a friend of his parents in the middle of the night. how could this not be more. how could this not be him gifting his heart to you on a fancy platter...

"please know i tried to hold on to the days you were mine" MC and baxter trying to hold onto the days they spent together, because even though baxter left and cruelly shrugged you off.. he cherished it so much.

fuck, he literally keeps the souvenir you get him/he buys himself in the tourism moment (I forget what it's called. i think that's it?)

you can't tell me he didn't look at the item and cry. I know I would. I know his heart clenched so tightly it took his breath away, I know his eyes stung and I know he guilt ate him up in all its gluttony and it swallowed him with a satisfied sigh, eager to eat him up again once he's picked up the pieces of his broke heart tonight...

and I know his insecurities hugged him to their chest and carded their fingers through his hand, petted his check and whispered in his ear until even in the morning he still feels the sick touch of it.

and I know the frustration at what you could've had by now, and all the things he's missed out on with you, all those pretty smiles you used to give him he's missed... who wouldn't be angry about that.

reminding himself how fucking stupid he is for not letting himself be weak just once. that you wouldn't have hurt him, and that what he did was so fucking stupid.

but still reminding himself that he wouldn't have been good enough for you, that he's too broken, that his relationships are too fractured and damaged and dark for someone so sweet as you.

that the walls around his life are too high for your light to shine and he'd only dim you down, keeping your light for himself...

that'd be too selfish. he couldn't be that selfish.

"but the woman who sits by the window has turned out the light" YOU FOUND YOUR HAPPINESS WITH COVE AND ARE NO LONGER LOOKING BACK AT HIM..... THAT YOUR FUTURE IS FINALLY IN FRONT OF YOU AND NOT BEHIND YOU....

anyway. imma go finish listening to loml bc "who's gonna tell me the truth when you blew in with the winds of fate" is DEVASTATINGLY BAXTER CODED AND WE GOTTA TALK ABT IT

[midwestmade29]

Christian Cage Head Canon 💭

I think this is considered a head canon, but please correct me if I’m wrong! (I do feel like some of this would be true with Jay being Jay and not Christian 🫢 I think I may have blurred the two 😳) But this is the shit my brain comes up with randomly and I wanted to share 😂

Spice level:🌶️

Word count: 704 So, picture this:

You and Christian LOVE to play small pranks on each other. At home, on the road, on the phone, at an arena…anywhere possible. You both love to mess with each other and push each other’s buttons a little.

You both are always laughing together. Doing whatever you can (no matter how silly or crazy) to make the other crack up. From jokes, sarcasm, getting one another in your most ticklish parts, puns, wearing something completely ridiculous, singing horribly to songs in the car, making crazy faces at each other, etc. The laughter is something that makes both your hearts ridiculously happy.

You love dancing together. Favorite types are dancing crazily in the kitchen while fixing dinner or cleaning up the dishes, slow dancing and holding each other close at a wedding or a party, in the car when your favorite songs come on, in the candlelight at home in your living room, and of course dancing in the sheets 😉

Physical touch is both of your love languages. Holding hands, wrapping your arms around the other from behind, a quick peck on the cheek, resting your head on his shoulder, cuddling on the couch while watching a show or movie (let’s be real though, probably a hockey game 😂), his hand on your thigh while he drives, when you embrace and it still doesn’t feel like it’s close enough, him helping you unzip your dress while letting his fingers graze your skin in the process, you helping him fix his tie because it’s usually crooked, forehead kisses, a little smack on the ass when either of you pass by one another.

You’re each other’s home. When you’re a part, you feel like a chunk of you is missing. The days while he’s away for AEW seem to drag on and make you anxious for him to come back to you. Whenever you’re together all feels right with the world and there’s an overwhelming sense of comfort and peace that fills your soul. Sitting silently next to each other while you read a book and he watches tv doesn’t bother either of you one bit, because just being near each other is enough. “Home is wherever I am with you.” 🖤

You support each other immensely. Whatever goal, dream or aspiration either of you have, you’re both in each other’s corners cheering for each other louder than anyone else. It doesn’t matter if either of you are successful in your endeavors or fall flat on your face, you lift one another up and kiss the pain away if something didn’t go the way it was planned.

You’re both extremely competitive. You like to challenge each other in just about anything! Trivia on any subject, googling something to prove you’re right/correct, board/video games, who can buckle their seatbelt the fastest, a staring contest, rock/paper/scissors, anything to one up the other, but playfully. Sometimes egos can get bruised, but you both get over a loss eventually. (By kissing and making of of course!)

Neither of you are afraid to be your true selves around each other. The good, the bad, the ugly, you accept and love every flaw. Showing emotion and speaking freely about anything/everything just comes naturally for you two. From morning breath, reciting every word while watching a favorite movie, beard trimmings all over the bathroom counter/sink, leaving hair in the shower drain, snoring, forgetting to replace the toilet paper roll, stealing all the covers when you’re sleeping, being indecisive about dinner, burping or farting loudly, leaving dirty clothes everywhere, putting your cold feet on them, …you two embrace it ALL.

Your intimate relationship is always burning hot, hot, hot 🔥 Intense physical attraction, skin on skin, hands roaming everywhere, lips constantly on each other, love bites and secret hickeys, he makes you forget about any insecurities you might have, mutual trust when trying new things or exploring, you both have healthy appetites 😏, laying naked together and falling asleep that way after sex, passion always on the forefront, empowering and encouraging one another when something feels good, not afraid to take things outside of the bedroom, intense, romantic, sensual, fun and exciting, dirty talk, (you both are very vocal 😏), a deep soul connection.

WOW, okay…that was waaaay longer than I meant it to be but it felt right so I kept rolling with it 😂 Obviously Mr. Cage/Reso has me feeling some type of way 🫠

[bradshawsbaby]

I have three made up fic titles to submit for the ask game, if you’re still playing that, My Sweet Sarah Bee 🥰♥️✨

• “Walkin’ After Midnight” (<- Just ‘cause I love that Patsy Cline song and I’m curious where your amazing brain goes with it 🤭💕)

• “For Sure…Maybe…” (<- Who doesn’t love a little indecision and ambiguity in their fic? 😉🤭)

• “Just Because You’re Clean Don’t Mean You Don’t Miss Me” (<- Listen, “Clean” is one of my very favorite of Ms. Swift’s songs and I think this lyric would be an excellent fic title and that’s about all the reasoning I have behind this one, okay? 🤭😂🤷🏻‍♀️)

*blows you a kiss* muah! 😘💋 Love you, Sis ♥️

Clara! Yours is the last of the requests I have! 😘 What if I told you I was in a real Rhett mood and all of these made-up fics are about him, huh? What then?

Walkin’ After Midnight - You and Rhett have an on-again, off-again relationship. You met on the rodeo circuit, with him being a bull rider and you being a barrel racer. Your affairs are always brief, just as long as you’re on the road together, but each time you have to say goodbye, you find that it breaks your heart just a little bit more.

For Sure…Maybe… - After a one night stand with Rhett, you end up pregnant. You insist that you can handle raising the baby on your own, but Rhett insists on doing right by you. He can definitely handle this. Right?

Just Because You’re Clean Don’t Mean You Don’t Miss Me - You and Rhett were together for years, but you broke it off with him when you realized he was never going to be able to walk away from bull riding and settle down the way you wanted. Being so close to him in your small town became too painful, so you took a job in the city and moved away. When you return for your grandpa’s funeral, however, you can’t help but wonder what life would have looked like if you had stayed.

I’m sorry that these all ended up being mildly angsty 🤭

send me a made-up fic title (no longer accepting requests)