#united in heart and soul till the very end

[makoto-shizumu]

When our flag anthem was being played during the victory ceremony and Yu-Ting cried

Me inside:

[merao-mariposa]

I'm weak for Phil/Missa with a worship focus

Think about this:

We're looking at the angel of death and a reaper of death.

We are seeing the guy who has survived everything since the beginning of time and the guy who keeps dying, and coming back, choosing what he always wants to return to.

They are united more than they should while one wields a sword to defend those he loves, the other clears the clouds in their loved ones path because he loves them! He wants them to be happy!

They will both forever remember those who were in their heart, The Antartic Empire and Team Vacío Legal lives forever, no matter how much time passes because they were loved by Philza and Missa; the most loyal immortals.

Oh! And something more; the focus on their immortality is so unique! When did I meet him I was told that; “The only thing Phil knows is that he has not died yet” But Missa I think is very aware of his death, he died, he died and he came back with a fourth chance when the others had until the third chance to return and he came back from the dead a fourth time. time, he would do it a fifth, sixth and seventh time he would do it all over again because he cares about.

While Philza in life gives everything of himself for people once they earn his loyalty, trust and appreciation. He won't stop being the same emotional-constipate-crow-dude but God knows he will follow his closest friends to the end of the world, he took the world alongside Technoblade and then he would destroyed another next to him! He is a patient crow, domesticated by death herselft (for whom he is waiting patiently to be with her) staying home and being domestic? He can do it, chaotic raiding dungeons and loting everything that makes his “shiny!” Brain go?, he won't say no. This man can do both if the people he cares ask him.

We have years of lore about Phil, I'll be honest. while we don't have much information about Missa but what we do have comes from HIM and US (his community) do you want a prince-ish son of la Santa muerte? He can be, do you want an labor overexploited reaper? poor thing lmao but here him is! Do you want him to be 26 (or more) meters high? well, ask the admins but no one will deny you //I have seen him ominous, savage, bear hybrid, anguished, violent, etc, the limit is in the imagination!

(You have so many styles)

They worship each other by the way they complement each other. Just by thinking of Philza as the one who has not died, silent and anxious, waiting almost patiently for his complement, his missing half, the father of his children and his husband to return to him after literally being in the center of the end, the end of their life together, the end of watching his children grow and grow, until grow old (even though the mere thought of them aging beyond them breaks him)

After literally being in death and its domain only to choose to return, Missa would never believe in taking away Phil's free will so he's prepared to not see him there, he'll be fine; It is his right. Someone like him with the eternity in front of him would get bored of waiting for a guy like Missa.

Only to arrive and be absolutely adored and hugged till death (again) by his husband. He is happy to see him, he is so glad to see him waiting for him, Philza is happy that not so much of that so-called “time” has passed since the last time he had him in his arms (where Missas belongs to), so happy that their life together is not over yet. A life he loves and a husband he would fight for until he dies.

Obviously he drags him into the house where Missa is absolutely delighted to be welcomed (he always will be) like a crow carrying a new treasure to adore to its hiding place, only that Missa in his soul shines brighter than many of his shinys.

Missa is a reaper of death, literally a part of him feels explicitly built to respond to Phil as his angel or to BBH as a companion of duty, but it's too much, almost too instinctive and natural for him to worship Phil, not that he has a lot of experience but it is nothing like the crush he once had with Quakity, this is more real and deeper than the kiss he shared with Roier.

It's almost like nature for him to adore Philza.

And he doesn't make it any easier for poor Missa, so great and kind, Missa will always be vocal about how incredible and charming his husband is, how much he wants to spend time with him despite the adversities and hazards of the job that he does. prevent, they are worth it as long as he can be under his presence like a cat with sunlight.

It doesn't matter if Phil doesn't want him anymore because Missa is his because he decided it for himself/the skeleton isn't going anywhere, Phil is patient but as long as they are on the same earthly plane of life he is not going to let go of Missa, simply because he is loyal to him (hes also a little chaotic, not above dragging Missa around like putting a collar on a wet kitten)

En conclusión:

DEATHDUO KILL ME YAIIII :DDDD

❗️How we interpret their relationship does not change that Phil took the name “platonic husbands” correctly. (Pissa AND deathduo are totally valid, don't worry, we can get both :D )❗️

[landofzero-archive]

Eden TRIP Album MC Talk Series

Season: ☆

MC 1

Hiyori: “Thank you for coming to our, Eden’s, independent live today! It sure is a blessing to be able to celebrate the album release together!

We’ve loaded our love into the songs to be delivered to you. Receive them without leaving out a single one, okay……♪”

Jun: “The first song we performed was KEEP OUT.

How was this song that was specifically written for the album?”

Nagisa: “…… I’m glad that you seem to like it. KEEP OUT means ‘no trespassing’.

…… We’re going to break into everyone’s hearts. Into the shining paradise, like a lurking viper.”

Ibara: “And then we will slowly and carefully pour poison into you, and show you sweet dreams.

So that tonight’s stage may become an unforgettable memory……♪”

Jun: “Afterwards, we’ll perform two songs; one after the other~ That first song is—”

Nagisa and Ibara: “…… Melting Rouge Soul.”

MC 2

Ibara: “Melting Rouge Soul from Adam, and Ruby Love from Eve have been performed.

Both of these were songs unveiled at Chocolat Fes— during Valentine’s season.

Nagisa: “…… Yeah. At that time, the fact that both Adam and Eve were releasing new songs at the same time became a hot topic.

…… The cheering during the moment Ibara and I said “Melting Rouge Soul” felt really good.”

Ibara: “Fufu. I’m sure there are a lot of people who did not expect it because it’s called Eden’s independent live.

I told you, didn't I? That I’ll show you sweet dreams……♪”

Hiyori: “Adam’s fans, Eve’s fans, as well as Eden’s fans—

Today we will satisfy every single person who loves us.

You’re prohibited from looking away! Keep your eyes on us till the very end♪

Jun-kun, you can’t blink either!”

Jun: “Eeh, please let me blink~ My eyes will get dry.

Oh, seems like they got everything ready while we were talking. The next song will be a solo song.

Ibara Saegusa’s— Salute Desire.”

MC 3

Ibara: “— That was Salute Desire

Oops. Thank you for the warm applause.

Though I endeavored to give a more perfect performance than usual—

During a solo song, everyone’s gazes are concentrated on me from every possible angle, so my mind could not even be inattentive for even a single moment.

Above all else, I’m glad that you were satisfied♪

Now, let me briefly introduce myself.

I am Eden’s Ibara Saegusa. Salute~☆

As you see, alongside my idol activities, I’m also serving concurrently as the producer of Eden and the vice president of the agency.

I’m very happy to be able to deliver the new song as well as the accompanying event to everyone.

I will continue to work energetically, so I ask you to please continue to treat Eden and Cosmic Production well☆

The next song will be brought to you by the four members of Eden.

Let us show you our way of life— Paradise Banishment -Faith Conquest-”

MC 4

Nagisa: “…… We’ve performed Paradise Banishement -Faith Conquest-.

…… It was first unveiled during Conquest wasn’t it. It’s a song containing Eden’s faith.

…… Hiyori-kun doesn’t really like it, I wonder?”

Hiyori: “No. I like the song itself. It’s a song that’s just like Eden.

But I’ve had enough of Conquest! Even if it’s a farce, I don’t want to act like we’re fighting and hating each other.

We’re aaaalways been the best united, mutually loving, unit—

I’m sure the fans don’t want to see us like that too.”

Nagisa: “…… I agree. The loud cheers that could shake the whole venue is the greatest proof of that.

…… Let’s keep getting along, Hiyori-kun.

…… As an ‘equal friend.’”

Hiyori: “Yes. ‘Equal’……♪

-Now now, next would be something everyone has been waiting for, my solo song!

Accept My Love— accept my love……!”(1)

TL Note:

He translates “Accept My Love” into Japanese here.

MC 5

Hiyori: “Thank you for listening to Accept My Love!

Yes yes. You’re smiling so much, I’m happy too☆

I’ll follow Ibara’s example and introduce myself. I am Eden’s Hiyori Tomoe!

Life isn’t all about fun. There’s times where you feel depressed and like you want to cry.

When that happens, it’s good to look at me. Because I’m the one who shines bright like the sun☆

Listen to my songs, and follow the productions I appear in—

Just imitate me and smile! Since I always have a smile on my face!

If you smile, the people around you will also smile. It’s a happiness chain reaction. What fine weather……☆

Now! Let’s move on to the next song, shall we?

All four of us will perform it, so please give us all of your support.

Eden’s— EXCEED.”

MC 6

Jun: “I’ve just performed EXCEED. This song is—”

Ibara: “Isn’t this a song with a shady history for you, Jun?”

Jun: “Wait a sec. Could you please stop saying misleading things~?

It’s not like it’s got a shady history or anything, umm……

When we released this song, I had lost my confidence and kept makin’ mistakes.

But then, Ibara went out of character and comforted me by saying,’Why do you lose confidence when there are people who view you so favorably?’……”

Ibara: “‘Out of character’ is superfluous.”

Jun: “Haha. I won’t be able to be the same as Ohiisan, Nagi-senpai, or Ibara, but to that extent—

No. That’s why, as Jun Sazanami, I’ll continue to put in the effort as myself.

Eden is where I belong, y’know~

Haha, thank you for all the applause. Sorry if I sounded like I was urging y’all to do something.”

Ibara: (Whispering) …… Honestly, Jun really was an idiot during that time.

There are so many people who love you.

Jun: “Hm? I couldn’t hear it over the applause, but you said something, right?”

Ibara: “No, it’s nothing. Please continue talking about yourself after you finish singing.

Now then, please listen. Jun Sazanami’s— Unlock the Soul.”

MC 7

Jun: “Hello, everyone. It’s Eden’s Jun Sazanami.

How was Unlock the Soul?

The lyrics were good, weren’t they~. When I sing them, I get excited.

Speaking of lyrics, apparently Ibara wrote the lyrics to the song I just sang, EXCEED, for me.

Wha~t? People might think I sound conceited when I say that.

But Nagi-senpai said it was to help me get over my slump or something. There’s no doubting it~

Well. That Ibara, he can be really kind sometimes~♪

Haha. Ibara’s looking at me from the side of the stage with a face like he just swallowed a bitter bug.

I shouldn’t get carried away, or I’ll probably get scolded later~

Now that I’ve told a story just for this special occasion, let’s get to the next song.

Eden’s— Absolute Perfection.”

MC 8

Nagisa: “…… Absolute Perfection. This is the first song we performed at Absolute.

…… I am God♪

…… Ibara, please look. Everyone’s rejoicing.”

Ibara: “It seems so. Unlike Absolute’s stage, this is a country where countless gods rule.”

Nagisa: “…… That’s not the only reason.

…… There are many people here who love us. They weren’t present at Absolute either.”

Ibara: “Indeed. The presence of fans is an idol’s strength—their powerful weapon.

However. It’s not normal for Eden to be completely dependent on our fans.

Let’s be ourselves and make a triumphant return to Absolute with our utmost strength.

Then, we will receive our laurels and make ourselves known. Eden are the best idols in the world.”

Nagisa: “…… Yes. I’m sure our fans want that as well.

…… Because we’re the strongest idols, Eden.

…… Next, I’ll perform my solo song.”

Ibara: “Everyone please listen. Nagisa Ran’s—We’re all alone.”

MC 9

Nagisa: “…… You just listened to We’re all alone.

…… I’m Eden’s Nagisa Ran. Thank you for coming to our live today.

…… Each song has its own memories. I was remembering all that happened while singing.

…… I wonder if you all have had the same experience? Since music and memories are connected to one another and committed to memory.

…… I wonder if everyone has some kind of emotional attachment to Eden’s songs.

…… If possible, I would like to ask each and every one of you individually. But, it would be difficult to do that today.

…… It would make me happy if you could let me know through a letter or handshake event.

…… I hope our songs may touch everyone’s hearts.

…… ‘The eternal paradise that touches the heart’— that’s what Eden is.

…… And now, it’s almost time for the end.

…… We’ll perform two songs in a row at the end. Eden’s— Awakening Myth.”

MC 10

Nagisa: “……  It’s a shame, but let’s close the door to paradise.”

Jun: “It was nice to meet you. Thank you for coming to Eden’s independent live today!

Did you all have fun at our live?”

Hiyori: “You got to see my finest performance, so it must have been fun!

I swear on Ibara’s glasses that it’s true☆”

Ibara: “Could you please not involve me? If you’re going to swear on something, swear on Jun’s life instead.”

Hiyori: “That’s no good! Jun-kun’s life is mine!”

Jun: “My life is my own. Could you not swear on it so casually~?”

Nagisa: “…… Hey, can I close the door to paradise?”

Jun: “C’moon, Nagi-senpai is bothered now, isn’t he?”

Hiyori: “Don’t make it sound like it’s my fault! It’s collective responsibility!”

Jun: “Alright alright. Now then, let’s meet again some time soon.”

MC 11

Ibara: “Everyone! Thank you for the magnificent encore!”

Nagisa: “…… The door to paradise opened right away.”

Hiyori: “No. It didn’t open on its own, we had to open it. With the power of everyone’s love♪

That’s why we also have to respond with love. Let’s share the love with everyone here.”

Jun: “The last song is, of course, this song!— BRAND NEW STARS!!!”

MC 12

Jun: “That was BRAND NEW STARS!!! This is truly the end.

We did our best, though. When I think about how it’s over, I feel lonely after all, huh~”

Hiyori: “Everyone, thank you for singing with us! Thank you for your magnificent smiles!

Please come and see me again! I’ll be waiting♪”

Nagisa: “…… The door to paradise shall close again.

…… But I’m sure we’ll meet again. Without stopping, we’ll continue to grow.”

Ibara: “The latest information about Eden is always posted on the official SNS. Please take make use of it☆

Thank you for coming today! We’ll see you soon, salute~♪”

[ppumeonae-bigvibe]

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pairing: friend to lover! doyoung x gn! reader

↬ tags: not a regular listener of little light but whenever i hear it my soul ascends out of my body into the galaxies (warning: not a universal experience), friends to lovers, mentions of doyoung being a performer), open-ending because again idk, pulled this out of the depths of wattpad drafts uhh

summary: doyoung has only got this chance to confess his love to the one person who means everything to him

word count: 719 words

a/n: in light of what has been happening, i will also be working to remove any past post in the coming week that i have written of nct’s taeil,, as for my stance, i do believe the rest of the nct members shouldn’t be dragged down until more information has been given! till then i will keep supporting nct and the units

doyoung's heart beat in trepidation against his chest as he dials your handphone number for the third time that night. he was still coming from from his high, adrenaline pumping through his veins.

"where are you now?" he weaves through backstage, pressing the phone to his ear.

"i left."

he clicks his tongue, mumbling apologies before speaking to you, "i know you did. i had my eyes on you the entire time i was on stage." he paused to push the exit door, "are you nearby? i wanna see you, please."

the cool breeze of the night kissed his sweat-soaked skin as he awaited your response. he did know, however that your resolve was breaking with every passing beat of silence.

"i'm...sat at the nearby park. i'll wait for you." you hung up.

without a moment's hesitation, doyoung starts sprinting ahead, feet moving faster than his mind can even comprehend where you actually were. running like his life depended on it, he hangs onto the hope that he could officially tell you his feelings.

as soon as he spots you sitting by the curb of the playground, doyoung speeds up till he stands before you, huffing and puffing away.

"i wasn't...going anywhere. you didn't need to run here." you averted your gaze, and under the artificial street lights, doyoung think you couldn't look any better than this moment.

"i...know. i just wanted...to see you..." he catches his breath, slowly sitting down beside you. this curb you two were sat on has seen more memories than he could count: from the very first time he met you as a child in this park, to when you two skipped classes to chill here in the lazy afternoon sun, to the heart-to-heart talks shared in the late of the night.

"you left as soon as i ended." doyoung begins after a while, gathering his thoughts as he wiped his sweaty palms against his jeans, "did i...was i not impressive?" he felt small under your gentle gaze and you shook your head, "you were every bit of the performer you dreamt to be."

"then why did you go? i was..." he held back. he wanted to dedicate his own composed song to you, but the moment he saw you leave, his vision got crowded with the fans asking for an encore. he decides to continue, "i was hoping to catch you to tell you thanks for coming."

he rests his weight towards his right palm, leaning closer to you.

"i'm sorry." you blurted out and doyoung jerks his head towards you, eyebrows furrowing, "what are you sorry for?"

"you've gotten quite famous even with you own gigs and everything. look at you, you belong out there on the stage with the fans cheering your name. not with some...person like me."

"i don't care about that! tell me, did i capture your attention on stage?" doyoung reached over to grasp your hand, forcing you to look at him. the dim lights made your eyes sparkle and doyoung wishes he could read your mind this instant.

"of course." you replied with certainty and he pulled you into his embrace, "then that's all i wanna hear. screw those fans because...i was performing for you and you alone."

doyoung pulls away, not breaking eye contact with you, "that song? that was meant for you. it was meant to be a confession song for your ears to here, which was why i invited you to come today."

"i wanted to tell you that i love you."

the second the words left his lips, he almost immediately feels that thread snap in him. "i have loved you from the day we first met, and i've never stopped loving you ever since." he remembers the day he finally accepted his feelings for you, growing stronger with each passing day he spent with you. he remembers that worn-out notebook with heart doodles and some lyrics he penned down, definitely not forgetting the multiple voice recordings he saved to create the very song he played just for you today.

he hears you inhale audibly and he spots that uncertainty in your eyes, "don't say that. not when you're gaining popularity. i'm just gonna be a hindrance."

"i'm willing to do anything it takes to be with you. so, will you be mine?"

@ppumeonae-bigvibe 's work ; likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

[arogustus]

Splatband Analysis - ω-3

To finalize this little series (till the Side Order artbook comes out and gives us info on the new bands (please)), we end it with my favorite band, ω-3! These fishy foes are the ones providing the tunes in Salmon Run, and I’ll be real with you and say they’re one of the Splatbands that I think has a big chance of showing up in the games. The games gotta focus on the Salmonids at some point, and they’re the most well known individuals as of now, so the chances are pretty good for them to be used to expand salmonid lore. 

But enough about that. Time to see just how tasty these guys are.

The Band

In Salmonid lore, musicians hold an important role in Salmon Run as morale boosters. Individuals that show off talent in performance will unite to form bands, with ω-3 here being the best among them. In fact the Omega symbol is actually a title itself that is only bestowed to said “fattiest” bands, meaning their skill is without question. I assume this title also comes with ownership of the big venue in Jammin’ Salmon Junction, since it’s decorated with their logo, what appears to be a stylized version of the ω symbol. (Since it’s stated to be a title given to the best bands, I’m assuming the same thing applies to the building.)

There isn’t anything said about their relationship with each other, at least not directly. Considering their personality quirks, it’s safe to say they butt heads a lot (one forgets to take in others feelings, one is disrespectful to everyone, and one never listens to anyone). But I think we can infer a bit out of the way they play music. Specifically, there’s a lot of Call and Response in the songs, where one member plays a tune, and then another plays it back. It happens a lot between the cellist and the timpanist, but the DJ occasionally plays a part in it too. Each member also gets a solo in a song, where their instrument gains more prominence over others. Deluge Dirge, Fishing Frenzy, Frothy Waters. I’m no music scientist, but considering their personalities, it feels like they’re constantly competing for attention, despite being able to work together otherwise. Like, one of them just randomly breaks into a solo before dialing back and rejoining the group. 

The Valiant Green Flame Born in Jigokudani

The timpanist here is, uh, the timpanist.Odd fellow in his late 20’s with an eyepatch made out of a colander, no reason given, though the eye underneath does look dilated. He’s got a lot of passion for drumming, playing with all of his heart and soul, as well as being determined and always striving towards his goals. Doesn’t do well with picking up other people's feelings, but very good at inspiring other salmonids with his rhythms. Compared to the others, who are said to be intentionally rude, this one feels more well intentioned, as it just says they fail to pick up on other people's emotions. Like they aren’t deliberately rude to people, they just don’t notice.

Salmonid fact, the titles they’re referred to with are mainly earned by having done something in regards to their tribe. We can infer some things from these titles as a result. The Valiant Green Flame here is pretty clear, he did something of great bravery at some point, which tracks with him being determined and goal oriented. What that thing was, we don’t know. He’s called a Green Flame, so maybe that has something to do with it? Salmonids have green on them by default, so, that’s something? Eh, we’ll move on now.

The Faithful Servant of the True Salmon Emperor Hizunamasu

The DJ here is the youngest member of the band, young adult or teenager, with plenty of tongue piercings and a personality that reflects that. A contrarian who opposes anyone and everything, and shows no respect to their fellow members. A damn good DJ though, which is probably why they’re still on the band. Basically a rebel with zero respect for authority, and who just seems to dislike everything. Well, all but one thing, it seems.

Their title is “The Faithful Servant of the True Salmon Emperor Hizunamasu”. Now, someone stated to be disrespectful to everyone being a “faithful servant” is definitely contradictory. Who is this “True” Salmon Emperor? Why would they be loyal to them? The questions are mounting here. Maybe a future Salmonid themed story mode will explain? Who knows.

The Firstborn Child of Alkyne, the Hidden Blade of Yakiharas

The leader of the band, cellist, composer, and number one old man. 50 years old and counting, a surprising age for a species that doesn’t fear death. He’s very stubborn, with no respect for anyone or anything that isn’t the most radical of works. Incredibly high standards that, as it turns out, C-Side was able to meet. They made two covers of Clickbait, after all. I guess he’s a fan? Or at least C-Side has earned his respects. 

Emotionally clumsy, he’s got a delicate site with a strong appreciation for atmosphere, but struggles to express himself outside of his music. Surprisingly awkward sounding for a salmonid, but he’s got finer tastes, for sure. 

Onto his title, he’s “The Firstborn Child of Alkyne.” Alkyne is likely a tribe or settlement of sorts, probably the latter, and he was the first born there. And “Hidden Blade”. Now that’s something. I assume he’s got some fighting skill, since the blade part implies he basically acted as a secret weapon of sorts. 

—

And that’s every band in Splatoon and Splatoon 2. ω-3 doesn’t have much content on them, but I love them all the same. God I hope they show up soon. 

As I said, this is the end for the bands, but I am gonna do a “What I Missed” type thing later to compile any details I missed out on. Things like the Hotlantis wall of signatures, in which I’ve noticed some fun details. There’s one more thing too, but I’ll explain that in a separate post. 

Also, if you guys have your own observations, share ‘em with me in the tags or a reblog, or send me an ask. I’d appreciate it.

[marimayscarlett]

Six men marriage favorite [anything, just go off 🧨]

Thank you for your ask 🌻 The topic of 'six men marriage' seems to be moving a lot of people on here currently , and that's the way it should be 😌 I have to say, I immediately thought of something that is a bit more abstract, maybe not really what you had in mind.... What I love and admire about this six men marriage, what sometimes moves me to tears and simply fills me with gratitude at the end of the day, is this: their unity.

Their will to work on themselves and on the band to resolve conflicts, to give everyone their right to vote, to build an unwavering democracy that may not leave much room for the individual, but makes the band all the stronger. It is certainly not always easy to keep something like this going and demands a lot from the individual (as some band members repeatedly mention in interviews), and yet they have kept it up - for 30 years. You get the impression that they really are driven by the desire to optimize this band time and again, which was founded 30 years ago in an old cellar and became an unbelievable worldwide success, and (after inner conflicts and struggles) are willing to put up with having to step back as individuals. Their cohesion is remarkable, there is so much emotionality in this band.

I'll let the band members speak for themselves to show that the subject of their relationship with each other as a unit and as a working team really does have an impact on everyone:

"I realized that I could do something with Rammstein that I wouldn't be able to do in any other world, I would never quit. It's not even important to me that I'm in the band. I could just drive around with the band, that would be enough for me. That's the best thing in the world for me, especially that gang feeling. I was lucky that it's a band and not a gangster gang. But I would have liked it just as much from the heart." Flake [source]

"We have a nice chemistry going on right now, really. We love each other more than ever and it feels really good to make music together." Paul [source]

"We didn't earn every euro for the great songs, but because we stuck together. The fears and hardships, the ups and downs, arguments, jealousies and envy. Not being able to sleep for nights on end because you wonder whether you'll get your way or give in. The conflicts of conscience, the psychodramas. I've often asked myself why I do something to myself that wears my soul out so much and don't just do something else. Rammstein is like an old marriage, you can't let go. The kids are out of the house, but the wife is still there, she's not really sexy anymore, but I love her." Till [source]

"Everyone represents the band, not just the singer. Till has never had a problem with that. We know that we are only Rammstein together. If someone steps out of line, there's a group force that pulls them back in: "Go back into your line." Of course, that restricts our individuality a little. But we love it. We feel safe and comfortable in it because we know that's where our strength lies." Schneider [source]

"We realised that in order to get the best out of our music we had to become very critical of the stuff that we were doing. Because of that, we had to overcome many difficult obstacles together and that’s what we finally did." Oliver [source]

"There were times I felt like I don’t want to do it anymore, but there was always something, a bigger picture I’ve seen that made it worth while. I always figured we can over-step our egos. There’s something more beautiful than fighting for your egos." Richard [source]

It really seems to be like one big marriage... 'For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish...' 🤍

[josiesullysblog]

Outcast p3

~Lo’ak x Metakaynia reader

~Angst, fluff

~Proofread?-no

~Summary-Two souls finally uniting

***

They say the mind may forget, but the body doesn't. As much as you liked to think you couldn't remember your mother, you could. The day she left you, she sang a hum as she swam. She was happy, peaceful and you let yourself fall asleep in it.

“Baby mine, don’t you cry.” She sang as she rocked you. You smiled at her, grabbing for her braids, “Baby mine, dry your eyes.’ Tears fell from her eyes though she smiled, “[Y/n], I know you may be confused but submit to the water,” she began going deeper, “you and I will meet daddy very soon if you do.”

You jolted up from your sleep, Lo’ak waking up as well, “are you alright?” Tears fell as you went into his embrace. “Same dream again,” Lo’ak held a tight grip on you as he whispered praises in your ear. “She can't hurt you, baby,” he told you as you finally calmed down. You knew it was just a dream, but it felt so real.

Lo’ak watched as your eyes closed and you fell asleep. He couldn't help himself but stare at you. You were by far, the most gorgeous thing he had ever looked at. These past few months, all he could do was think about you. How you were, asking if you missed Payakan, and just spending his every waking moment with you.

From the start, he knew he thought you were pretty. And as you become acquainted with the tribe, and met his family, pretty sooner changed to beautiful. He watched how you tried to become one of the people, your speech had become better over these last few months, and you even had a bond with Neytiri, beautiful changed to gorgeous.

All he wanted was for you to be happy. He saw you so happy, these last couple of months you were nothing short of a ray of sunshine. You missed Payakan of course, and you wanted to visit him. But a part of you knew, you didn't just wash up on the beach. Payakan wanted you to be happy, even if it meant letting you go.

You and Lo’ak were, “two peas in a pod,” as Jake called you both. You liked the name, often referring to Lo’ak as your “missing pea.” Lo’ak every day, took you on a walk near the ocean. Take your mind off everything new you are learning, so you felt like you had some stability in your life.

Today, you collected shells because you wanted Kiri to show you how to make a friendship bracelet. You loved Kiri and said would go on to say she was your closest friend, but you also knew you loved Lo’ak just not the same way. He made your heart beat, always making you smile, and you often felt a little ting in your heart when he spoke to other girls. When he spoke with Tsireya.

You liked the girl, but you felt possessive of Lo’ak. You wanted the boy's attention on you, and he found it cute how you held a pout every time Tsireya spoke with him. You would pretend to be sleepy, or grab his hand and give a sly smile to Tsireya. The poor girl just assumed you were being nice, but anyone else could see you were claiming the boy.

“I make bracelet with Kiri for you,” you said as you both neared the end of the walk. Lo’ak smiled, he so wanted to complete the bond with you. But you weren't ready for that yet, so he’d wait. In full honesty, he’d wait till he was old if it meant being with you.

You walked up to Kiri with all the supplies and a big smile, “I’m ready!” She smiled as she began picking out the smaller shells, “you really love Lo’ak right?” You nodded your head as you threaded the beads on the bracelet, “he was telling me how much you like the mixed berries,” Lo’ak often would sit and talk about you for hours. In the rare moment, you weren't with him, he’d speak about the random things you liked, hated, activities you learned that day.

A smile appeared on your face, “Lo’ak likes you a lot [Y/n],” you stopped beading altogether. “Why wouldn't he?” Her words confused you, “he likes you, the same way you love the ocean. He can't live without you.” A blush appeared on your face, but before Kiri could speak more, Tsireya walked in. “Have you seen Lo’ak?” your demeanor changed, not because you didn't like the girl, but because what could she possibly need from Lo’ak? “Why?” you question her quickly to which she gives you a soft smile. “His father is looking for him,” Kiri handed you the finished bracelet with a smirk. “It's good, I do it!” you said smiling and heading toward Lo’ak.

“Lo’ak! I'm done,” you said hugging him. You didn't even notice you ruined his conversation with Neteyam. “I better go check on Tuk,” he said giving Lo’ak a look before leaving. “Here!” you grabbed his wrist and put the bracelet on him, “stays on forever.” Lo’ak looked into your eyes, “forever,” at that moment he understood what it meant to love someone so much you can't live without them. You can't sleep without them, eat, walk, jog, anything and everything. At that moment he just wanted to confess, but he knew it would be wiser to wait.

Right before you came, he and Neteyam spoke. Lo’ak confessed his feelings about you, causing Neteyam to laugh, “everyone can tell!” Lo’ak groaned in his hands, “everyone?” Neteyam put a hand around his shoulders, “including Tuk.” Lo’ak explained fully how you both met. Explained how you were out at sea with Payakan. He hadn't said anything to an adult because it wasn't his story to tell. “You two will work out,” Neteyam said smiling. “How do you know?” before he could get a proper response, you were in his arms.

He thought of the previous conversation and decided he’d make a move. “Your dad needs you,” you said as he looped a hand around you, “Tsireya said so,” a little venom left your mouth at the mention of the girl. Lo’ak laughed, “why do you hate her so much?” you immediately shook your head, “I don't hate her!” you had a hard time getting the right words out so you adverted to something you did when you first met Lo’ak. You patted his chest, “outcast,” you brought your hand to your own chest, “outcast.”

Lo’ak understood what you were conveying. You both were the same. placing his forehead to yours, “I’m in love with you,” he then swooped your face to look at him, “I love you.” You smiled big connecting your lips with his, “Lo’ak and I mate?” you were excited jumping from foot to foot. “Yes, tonight me and you,” You let a squeal before clapping, “I tell everyone!” In the corner stood Jake, who came looking for the boy. A smile crept on his face.

Jake saw your relationship as history repeating itself. He remembers how Neytiri would do the same gestures or would hiss at any person who came too close.

You sat by the ocean looking at it. You wanted to tell Payakan, how you and Lo’ak were to be mated. You knew how excited he’d be for you both. Your heart broke knowing how much he’s missed already. You were so taken away by your thoughts you hadn't noticed Ronal.

“It's beautiful isn't it?” the older woman questioned as your eyes went to her. She had come to terms with you being Seba’s child. You smiled at her, “pretty like Lo’ak,” you always found a way to rope him into your conversation. This trait reminded her of your mother, and how much she loved your father. A tear rolled down her cheek looking at you.

“Why?” you said as you noticed her sad facade. “I’m just so happy that your okay,” she said looking into your eyes. It was like Seba was there with her, “your mother what was her name?” you cringed at the mention of her, “bad,” you said before looking at the ocean. Ronal looked at you confused, “what do you mean?”

You felt your own tears pull into your eyes, “she loved you,” you looked at her confused. Did she know your mother? “No, hate in her heart. That's why she marked me,” there was no way Seba hated you. She noticed how silent sobs left your mouth, she brought you into a hug. “How did she mark you?”

You embraced the hug she gave you, “marked for death. Till Payakan saved me, I miss him,” Ronal’s eyes widened in fear, “you met with Payakan? And your alive?” she stood up quickly still holding you tight.

She brought you to the Sully tent, “Lo’ak,” you said before running into his arms. “What's wrong, baby,” Ronal faced you both, “when you met her, who was she with?” Lo’ak looked confused sharing a look with his family, “a tulkun,” was all she needed to hear before she gasped loudly, “she was raised by a killer!” You became defensive immediately, “PAYAKAN NOT KILLER,” you faced the woman.

“You know nothing of what you speak of. Your mother thought you were dead!” you shook your head, “Payakan loves me, mom does not.” Ronal couldn't believe this, “of course Seba loved you,” Neytiri stepped forward before placing a hand on Ronal, “give her a break.”

Her words angered you, “She left me. Left me for death,” you said through choked sobs. Lo’ak pulled you closer to him, “it's okay, take your time,” you looked at the older woman, “I was found by Payakan, if not for him good as dead.”

You remembered feeling alone growing up, having no friends, and being out at sea, “Payakan feed me, and he played with me, taught me to swim,” Ronal watched you. She couldn't even fathom the thought of her friend, her best friend purposely leaving you out there. Marking you for dead.

“She would never do that,” you shook your head, “Payakan did everything.” Ronal walked out. “Why so much hate?” you said while Lo’ak kissed your forehead.

“Payakan loves me, and he loves you to no killer,” Lo’ak nodded, “you don't have to defend yourself to me, I believe you no matter what.”

You smiled before kissing him once more, “tonight,” he smiled, “tonight.”

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[fatalitysficbakery]

hey bae, idrk how to request stuff its been a long time since i have !

but i was wondering if i could request an elle greenaway x reader where they supposedly ‘hate’ each other at work but theyre actually dating and they act like that to avoid suspicion and elle gets caught in a like shooter thing and then she gets back safely (based on that b99 episode w rosa)

or if thats too detailed idk,, just the last bit, ‘elle gets caught in a like shooter thing and then she gets back safely (based on that b99 episode w rosa’

idk if this makes sense i wqs daydreaming abt it in the car earlier and i am so sleep deprived rn idek if im making words right

so sorry for how long this is i love the elle fic u posted 07.10 !! im sleel now im fallimg aslepp

𓆰♡︎𓆪 What Goes On In The Dark. —

Elle Greenaway x Black Fem!Y/n

genre: angst/fluff.

warnings: hostage situation, mentions of violence, blood, and shot wounds. JJ is a profiler here. Liaison!Y/n, grief, mentions of suicide, gun violence, nothing too graphic.

synopsis: i’ll love you till the very end, amor.

a/n: i hope you enjoy my take on this request, lovely!

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↳ ❝Don’t let last words be ones to regret.❞⁣ -Unknown

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Quantico, The Behavioral Analysis Unit was always my goal from the very start, I'd walked into the double doors of the place on my first day bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, all the whilst every horror imaginable lay beneath.

There was a lot to dislike about the place, the bureaucracy the most damning flaw of all, It was a tangled mess that the agents had to deal with, to remember why you're there was to do your job well.

Elle Greenaway and I were alike in that way, we wanted to help the world be a safer place, I remember our first meeting, she'd welcomed me to hell. Her piercing brown eyes stared me down, scanning me as if she could see right through to my soul.

The blush that kissed my skin that day was embarrassing and exciting all at once. She'd find ways to talk to me, excuses to come to my office. The new liaison. I'd let the team know my doors were open at any point in time, and God did she ever abuse it. Suddenly pencils regularly disappeared from her desk. Could she use one of mine? Did I have a stapler? Hers was empty.

It was...flattering.

I couldn't lie, the agent had piqued my interest from the start. A smooth talker with a quick tongue. Clever. Amazing at her job. Just my type, you could consider me charmed from day one. She had me in the palm of her hand.

From there it was inevitable, I was hers.

Again, the ladder of the BAU was a tough one to work around, the night we finally hooked up, it was under the guise of me not having a ride home from work. My car was in the shop...The same one that was parked just in the garage parking lot, furthest space away from the other's eyes.

That night, staring into puddles of hazel brown, brunette locks tickling my skin; I knew I'd developed an addiction, and god was it a euphoric one.

↳

When we made it official, Elle gave me a locket, heart pendant with a picture of us in it. We'd agreed to keep it on the down low until we knew how to break it to Strauss and the rest.

That's when Operation: Become The Enemy started. Pretend to be absolutely revolted by one another at work, disappear into our own little world when alone.

It was a riot trying to pretend I hated the woman, hell, she drove me insane in all the best ways. She was my drug.

God, was she ever.

Being snapped back to reality tends to ruin all fantasies.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

The BAU was my dream. My goal from the start. I wanted to be here, I wanted to be here.

My chest felt tight, my every limb aching the moment Hotch cleared it. Allowed her to go inside. Why did it have to her? Why did she have to be the hero?

It's our job, I know. I repeated that to myself so many fucking times whilst watching her put on that damned bulletproof vest which did nothing to silence my worries. — Every other part of her became fair game.

My chest hurt, my breathing sped up. Everything blurred. Before long I was being escorted to my seat by a worried JJ, I couldn't even tell her the reason I was so upset. I felt myself drowning, sorrow encapsulated my entire being, paralyzing me with a fear I'd never felt in forever.

The fear of loss. Grief.

I couldn't believe it, the world was taking from me what happiness I had gotten back, and to make it all worse...

She'd probably thought I hated her.

POP. POP. POP.

"Was that a gunshot?! We're going in. NOW"!

It was at that moment, my sorrow melded into anger and determination. Hotch and Rossi, I could see a moment of doubt on their faces, but there was none in mine. I nodded at them, jaw set.

I could see relief wash over Aaron, I could hear Jennifer exhale.

I got geared up, muttering a quiet.

"We're going to get Elle".

⌫

12 hours ago.

I could feel her icy glare on me, but I couldn't look her way. I wouldn't. I was too prideful. Too stubborn. Too...hurt.

It all seems so stupid now in hindsight but then, then it felt so serious. End of the world serious.

She was still worried of exposing our relationship and what that would mean, fearful. I could see it in her eyes that she didn't wanna risk the chance of losing what we had, but I was tired. Too tired to look at it from a different perspective, to be rational. I wanted the world to know.

It'd been an almost full year of Elle and Y/n. Didn't that mean something to her?

Now that I think about it; It probably meant everything to her, and that's where her hesitance stemmed from. Maybe if I hadn't been so boneheaded...

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Elle walked into your office that day, two cups of coffee in hand and a to-go bag under her chin. It was early before most of the team had even arrived. She wanted to get there before it was time for another award-winning performance of pretending to hate the woman she loved the most.

The smile that greeted you was one of pure happiness, and it had only been met with a grimace of discomfort, and a problem waiting to be made. I mean, how dare she? Bring you coffee and scones while you prepped to present another harrowing case to the team with Garcia? How absolutely dare she?

When she saw the grimace on your face after sitting the coffee and scones down, her smile faded almost immediately. Knowing instantly what this would be about, the same conversation had been going on for a week and a half now that your one-year anniversary was quickly approaching.

"It's a little early, no? You usually don't come in so soon".

That was a lie, you both knew it but Elle also knew that was only the gateway to your next question. She sits before you, pulling up a chair.

"Y/n, pleas—"

"I don't wanna do it anymore, Elle. Can't we tell Strauss and them? Our anniversary is two weeks away, we've been going behind their backs for too long...I want them to know".

Elle sighs, you'd asked this so many times and the answer stayed the same. Her lips part to speak but it's stuck in her throat, it's dying there and in her silence you find disappointments. Your mouth fixes into a slight scowl.

"Well"?

Elle finally speaks, "You know why we can’t".

Her answer again left you dissatisfied, but this time instead of fighting it, you allow words you regret to slip through the cloud of emotions you were feeling. Before you know it, it's too late to take them back, Elle's face had already fallen, and your ego was too big to take it all back.

"Fine. Well, maybe we shouldn't even be doing this. I'm tired of being just two coworkers hooking up".

The words hang in the air, toxic and venomous. The fumes left a nasty stench. Elle notices you pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you often do when uncomfortable or nervous. Yet you speak not a word.

She stands, clearing her throat.

"Just two coworkers hooking up? That's what you think of our relationship? Wow".

And that, that was all she said. There was so much and nothing left to say, neither of you quite processed what had happened before she left your office on that sullen note.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

The case had gone from a simple familial kidnapping to not only the dad holding his daughter hostage but an entire library. My Elle had gone inside that place, her bravery had always inspired me, but today I couldn't help but have a strong disdain for it. The way she was immediately ready to go. It was her nature. It was MY nature. The entirety of the BAU would've done the same, and all I could think was why it had to be here.

When we got in, it was already too late. James had shot Elle in the thigh, and his daughter in the arm, before he'd turned the gun on himself.

I'd rushed to her side, the first one there whilst the rest tended to the others. She was already grey, lips pale and blue and eyes barely opened.

From that moment, leaving her side wasn't an option, the only time I did so was when she was rolled away for surgery. The hours spent with her gone was just me sobbing uncontrollably in Penelope's arms.

I was no longer able to pretend, and I was hoping, praying to whatever God I could that she'd make it out of that surgery alive to be mad at me about that.

I could hear her voice telling me to pull myself together, I was being too obvious. I could see her soft smile vividly in my mind winking at me right after that.

It was touch and go, touch and go.

Finally, the doctor came to talk to us.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

I put the finishing touches on it, my heartbeat so loud I could hear it pumping. God, I was so nervous. I'd never done something like this before, I never thought I could be doing something like this before.

I'd rejected the idea of commitment, shunned it. The thought of long-term relationships terrified me. Maybe, maybe that was why it was so difficult to convince me.

I'd convinced myself it was because I wasn't ready for the big boy's club to have the spotlight on my relationship, it was bad enough their eyes were watching my every move at work, but my personal life?

And yeah, that was the reason for about 6 months, but I knew in my soul of souls that I wanted her. Solely her. I didn't care about bureaucracy that much, hell, I was the reason there were eyes on me after the shooting they'd watched me like a hawk.

But no, that wasn't the reason. It was my safety net. My excuse to mull over my own grievances with love and relationships. I could see the sadness wash over her face every time I'd say 'not now', and it broke me each time.

I just...wasn't ready. I wasn't ready to admit to myself that I was worthy and deserving of love. That a relationship could be healthy/

I was constantly watching my back, waiting for it all to fall so I could prove myself right. When it didn't...When I almost lost her to my own foolishness, it was the biggest wake-up call of my life. — Waking up in that hospital bed, I remember it vividly. Looking to my right to see a sea of ginger curls strewn about my bed, her soft snores filled my ears. She sat in the uncomfortable hospital chair with her head lying on my bed, and it was clear she hadn't gotten any sleep in days.

Later, I was told I'd been in a coma for three weeks.

In those three weeks, she'd never left my side until she had to shower, eat, or change. Morgan told me he'd arrive only to see her doing work beside me and Hotch was more than gracious enough to allow her to be with me.

⌫

Her eyes opened, pained by the awful fluorescent lighting overhead, and as her eyes adjusted to the harsh lighting, she heard a familiar sound, those soft snores like music to her ears when she looked to her right and her suspicions were correct. You rest your head on your arms laid on the edge of her bed just next to her arm without the IV in it. You looked so peaceful, but she noticed how pale your usually cocoa skin looked.

She can't help but wonder how long you'd been there.

When she turns her head away from you, still scanning her surroundings, a soft British accent sounds out beside her rasp and sleep coating your vocals.

"Elle". You spoke so breathlessly as if you'd received the biggest surprise of your life. She took note of the way your eyes immediately welled up, apologies stumbling from your lips, "Baby, I'm so sorry I didn't mean—”

She'd shushed you, scooting over and patting a spot next to her. When you join her on the hospital bed that barely fits one let alone two, she kisses the top of your head, hand scratching and massaging through your soft ginger afro, she sighs and shakes her head, looking down at you.

"I know you didn't. Just sleep with me for right now, yeah"?

A tear slips from your eyes, you nuzzle gently into her side further, careful to not worsen any of her injuries.

"Yeah".

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I'd probably asked her to repeat what had almost happened to me a thousand times, something about hearing it was healing almost.

Though, she could make anything sound interesting with her voice like honeycomb. It was the one of the first things about her that’d caught my attention.

She knew how to make it real for me.

⌫

Elle lay in your arms, her head resting in your lap with your nails massaging her scalp. This wasn't the first time she'd asked you to retell the story, it was the fourth in a single week. You were happy to oblige, even if it hurt you to talk about seeing her almost die, You knew she needed this, and if it helped her in any way, you were glad to.

"The bullet hit a major artery. The doctor had come out to tell us of your death, I think my knees nearly buckled when I heard her starting to apologize".

She'd looked up at you, eyes and ears focusing solely on you like she hadn't heard the story a previous three times, she'd kissed the back of your hand gently when you had to stop for a moment to recollect yourself talking about how you'd thought you'd lost the love of your life.

Finally, you spoke again, eyes glossy.

"When she was about to call it, tell us her condolences, another of the surgical team ran out to tell her that there was a pulse, you could be saved. As soon as I heard the news, I did drop to my knees. I did. I thanked the stars that I'd get another chance to make it right, to tell you how much I loved you and regretted my words".

"You're doing so good, Beautiful", she'd whispered to you appreciatively, knowing how hard this was for you, It only made her love you that much more seeing the lengths you would go to to help her heal.

"It was touch and go for a few hours after that, you once again died on the table, three times. Finally, the doctor was about to give up until you got a steady pulse. They told us you fought like hell to get back to the team. But I couldn't help but think maybe..."

"It was. It was you, I don't remember much. I was talking to my father on the jet. Telling him all about the team, all about you. How I couldn't leave you just yet...Not on such a standstill".

Your breath caught in your throat at her words, you'd had your fair share of near-death experiences when working in SVU but you weren't sure you'd felt anything but coldness, a darkness. Elle had something to live for. She'd chosen to live for you.

"Y/n".

Your eyes shot to hers, she'd never really addressed you by your first name, only pet names she'd gifted you. So, when she'd said it, she'd gotten your full attention.

"Yea"?

"You were right...You were right, look, for a while" She sat up, moving to face you before continuing, "For a while it was about work, me wanting to continue lying. But, you were right. It wasn't just that".

Elle grabbed your hands in hers, her hazel eyes a vision of fall as she stared into yours, you knew the woman better than anyone, you could see this was hard for her; being vulnerable.

"I never thought of love as something that could be achieved in our field, not long term at least, and after about three failed relationships in, I stopped pursuing. I became terrified of commitment, and when you came along..."

"You got scared of the things you felt". You finished for her, sighing softly and pressing your forehead against hers, "Me too".

She nodded, "When I left your office thinking we were over, I realized my own cowardice. I knew I couldn't just lose you like that. I was gonna speak up and apologize. Talk it out. Anything. Until"

"Everything..." You whisper and cup her cheek in your hand, searching her eyes for that love, and when you see it. That same glint from first meeting, the side of your lips quirked up into a delicate smile, "I love you, Agent Greenaway".

"And I love you far more, Agent Y/ln".

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

I glance at the door anxiously, eyes shifting from that to the clock ticking slowly on the wall, and back. Putting this in the hands of someone other than my own was nerve-wracking, especially dealing with something this important.

Eventually, the door opens, and I'm almost allowed to breathe, but not yet. Not just yet. You're almost there Elle.

Entrusting this with Penelope Garcia of all people was the scariest part of all this, but she came through without spilling all, I admit. She smiles at me, giving a thumbs up. And I appreciate it, I do, but it's not any more comforting. Right now nothing could comfort me.

And then, I look to her.

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A vision of perfection stood before me, and as Garcia finally removed her blindfold, I could feel my face get hot, my heart pumping faster. She was stunning. We stare at each other in awe, I can feel my father whispering in my ear that I was making a good decision.

For so long I'd rejected the idea, and now it was something I was more sure of than anything else in my life.

"Come here, Mi Amor" I hear myself whisper, my voice caught in my throat as I prepared myself for the task ahead. She walks over to me with her hand still cupping her mouth in shock as she grasps what the box in my hand means.

When she's close enough, I get on one knee. The tears welling in my eyes a perfect match for the ones in her.

"You two argue like an old married couple". "They're still at it? Ugh, get a room".

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My voice shakes, I'd never proposed to anyone, let alone after only a year of dating.

"Y/n Y/ln, happy one-year anniversary. Where do I even start this? I know this is probably soon, but...If there's anything in this world I've ever been sure of, It'd be you. My hesitance with commitment almost lost me the most wonderful woman ever crafted. I'm tired of running. I'm tired of hiding...I want you. Forever. Will you do me the honor and marry m-"

Before I could get another word in, I felt her launch herself into my arms, her hold on me confirmed everything I already knew.

I couldn't let anyone else have her. She was too valuable to me. To this world.

"YES! Yes, I'd be so honoured to be your Mrs. Elle Greenaway"!

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

A/N: A bit of a trauma dump ahead, but I'm back after going through the death of my uncle only a week ago, having horrible PTSD and sickle cell kicking my ass. I hope this is to your liking, lovely! Sorry for the long wait ):

[what-if-nct]

hi hi hi today's reminder is a list of nct members i expect/want to see releasing solo albums (excluding taeyong bc he already has one out, dojaejung bc I have a strong feeling sm wants to push the unit as opposed to the solos, and markhyuck bc i will pay big money for them to take a nap):

1. ten: call me delusional but it is definitely happening by the end of 2024. he can sing, he can rap, he can dance, he speaks 618292 languages, he has the visuals, he has the brand recognition plus he's heavily associated with taem (hit the stage and superm) and i just Know they're gonna push him as the next taemin

2. taeil: at least a mini album before he has to enl*st or i will fucking riot

3. yuta: much like ten - can rap, can sing, can dance, beautiful specimen of a human man, super funny, plus he is one of the most popular members worldwide. it would make Big numbers, but it seems unlikely because he'd eat up nct japan. I'd still love to see it tho, i adore his voice

4. winwin: i just know even in a full solo album he'll end up with a collective 2 minutes of lines and I'm very curious how that would work

5. chenle: my baby. dream has a solid vocal line, so i wouldn't call it a hard carry , but he definitely is the backbone (watch their killing voice, he is the soul of their live singing) of their vocals. the harmonies, the ad libs, and he absolutely kills his own parts, and he's super versatile. this is one of the more unlikely ones on this list but I'd be very interested in listening to that

7. renjun: brilliant singer, i love his voice, he has such a pretty tone that deserves to shine more. also it would top the charts because each and every nct member would buy five of each version just to collect all the photocards. they could ask sm but they wanna do it right. want a fansign call? good luck, you're going up against 20 grown men who would kill for him no questions asked

8. xiaojun: he has never not been the star of a song he's on. take off, moonwalk, make a wish. he's the resonance era golden boy, just a well of potential. the boy is a Star

9. yangyang: universe era golden boy. he's quickly reached Mark/taeyong/Doyoung levels of fitting every single song, and has the unique advantage of sm knowing this and actually putting him on songs. again - sings, dances, raps, models, very funny boy. he has the Range

10. Kun: who's surprised here? honestly his voice is so severely underutilised, it hurts my heart, he has the absolute prettiest singing voice. give him the reins like taeyong and he'll produce an absolute masterpiece

bonus duos bc i thought of some while i was writing those:

1. any/all pairs out of xiaojun, renjun and yangyang: renyang bc besties and their voices would compliment each other, junjun because their unbreakable love cover is the third most watched youtube video in my history, xiaoyang bc again would compliment each other super well and it'd be a fun mixup in the wayv Duos

2. renjun and winwin: i just need to see the rest of them spontaneously combust

3. taeil and chenle: your honour in my heart they are Besties

4. Kun and Chenle: obviously

5. Johnny and Hendery: they would vibe. i know they barely know each other right now but i just believe they would Vibe. also you specifically would love it, and the world should revolve around your wants and needs

Hiiii! Ten definitely has a solo album around the corner. Like he's definitely been preparing for it like if not by year's end for sure in the beginning of next year. Like its just inevitable. I'd even just accept an ep from Taeil. Something cause once Sehun enlists it's only a matter of time for Taeil. Plus Taeil is injured so just one solo song will do. Till he returns.

I hope yuta does a rock album, like its just so him and needs to happen. If Yuta brings back screaming from kpops distant short visual kei past. Like a full rock album from Yuta would be everything. I also have songs I'd like for him to cover. Hatefuck - Motionless in white, Closer - Nine inch nails, Sinematic - Motionless in white, throne - bring me the horizon, I have a playlist I'll just send it to him.

Sweet baby Renjun, definitely needs a solo album soon, his voice is so pretty and needs to be highlighted. Chenle too!! Oooh and a Renjun and Chenle duet would be wonderful. Xiaojun, just put him in the studio and let him go it's what the world needs. I would love to see a Yangyang solo, I loved lowlow so much I need more Yangyang. I would like for him to also cover peach by yixing, it would just fit him. It's what Yixing would want. Of course Kun needs to have an album, it would be a beautiful album of ballads with just one unhinged song that no one expected.

Speaking of Yixing, I need Winwin to really go for it. I want multiple solo albums from Winwin and for his career to really prosper in China, make sm beg him to comeback but he's just too famous and busy. I used to be worried but I need Winwin to get only the best and succeed. But I really feel like SM is purposely holding him back cause they know the power he'd have.

Speaking of hear me out Renjun, Yangyang and Winwin, there's some untapped power there and I kinda need that. We have more than enough proof how good Kun, Taeil and Chenle are together, it's just destined. Yessss Hendery and Johnny would be best friends if they aren't already. And you are too kind but if I had one wish granted by sm it would be Hendery and Johnny duet that's it. Also Johnny, Jungwoo, Jaemin and Hendery there's something here. Not just cause they're all my biases. They're all the same level of weird and a little out of their minds. I don't even want a song. Just put them in a room alone with a camera I want to see what happens.

[boozuru]

Ghostic - Epilogue 3

⇠  chapter select  ⇢

(NOT JP PROOFED)

Season: Autumn

< The night of the same day, when ES Halloween has hit its peak >

Eichi: Did you see the audience yet?

A part of the hall unfolds into a live stage — This used to be the center of the ES Haunted House.

Yuzuru, this has been a rough time for you because of the radio signal disrupting materials we used for building. I’m sorry about it, I really am.

Yuzuru: Don’t be. If anything, finding out the source of it all helped us plan for the event better.

Like telling people that they may receive calls from the spirit world, so they should turn off their phones when they are on these premises…

It’s an old trick, but I would say that it is more immersive for the audience.

Tori: Ahaha. People are saying on social media that if they forgot to turn off their phones, they really did receive calls!

Thanks to that, our haunted house is receiving even more publicity.

Wataru: We will have to watch out so we don’t expose our tricks to the audience today.

And if we don’t keep it as a Halloween-exclusive surprise, we may cause even more terror than we can imagine.

Yuzuru: Indeed. Speaking of, I have firsthand experience of that.

It will soon be time for our performance. Let’s deliver a bunch of scares to everyone and enjoy the unusual happenings of today.

Trick or Treat. If you don’t give us treats, we will send you tricks -

It is now time for the grand finale of ES Halloween, as delivered to you by fine ♪

Tori: “Trick or Treat! Has everyone been enjoying the ES Haunted House?”

“We have some ES idols here sneaking around as ghosts, so there’s sure to be plenty of poor spooked souls here~”

Eichi: “There were many announcements we would have liked to make before this, but due to problems with security, we had to keep them as a surprise.

“People who noticed, people who did not, I would be the most pleased if you have fun at our event today.”

Wataru: “Fufufu. Speaking of surprises… You have all made sure to turn off your phones so that you don’t receive a call from the world beyond, I hope.”

“The ones who have ignored our warnings have reported that they really have received calls, just so you know!”

“Oh, but now we may have caused unnecessary worry to the kind people who have come all the way here to enjoy our haunted house.”

“From tomorrow onwards we will be back to our old usual selves, so please do not worry ♪”

Tori: “Fufu. We did a proper ‘ceremonial groundbreaking’, so this mansion is disappearing tomorrow. You all will be totally safe, so just trust us and enjoy the live show.”

Eichi: “Today’s live show is a culmination of our long, hard work.”

“At Yumenosaki Academy’s Halloween party, many units sung and danced… It was fun on its own.”

“This year, I wanted to trap your gazes and keep it all on us in the private venue made for the ES premises ♪”

“So please, enjoy it till the very end.”

“Now, please listen to ‘Ghostic treat House.’”

“♪〜♪”

Wataru: (Fufufu. I noticed it a while ago, but you were very excited for Halloween, weren’t you?)

(I can feel you enjoying the show from the bottom of your heart, Eichi.)

(But you should know that you aren’t the only one capable of entertaining the audience.)

“Trick or Treat! Regardless of which option you choose, I will express it Amazingly…★”

“♪♪♪”

Tori: (Alright. The things we practiced have become second nature for me now!)

(This song’s theme is to make use of fine’s refined performance style, but also have a feel of horror.)

(This is a theme that I’m not used to and I joined practice way late, so at first I was a little worried how things would turn out.)

(I really did do my best to be on an equal footing with my seniors.)

(I feel like especially Hibiki-senpai’s teachings about acting are showing through my expressions… Would it be over-exaggerating to say I have been reborn?)

“Everyone - the cute me, the dignified me, and the slightly scary me. Please love all of them.”

“♪〜♪〜♪”

Yuzuru: “♪〜♪〜”

(Oh my. Young Master’s has become even better now that it’s the day of the event.)

(Concentrated as if possessed… It is as if he senses the atmosphere here and makes his expression even more intense.)

(The cute Young Master is dazzling, but your terrifying form is also fascinating.)

(I also will not waver anymore. I will no longer be led astray by the uncertainties of things such as ghosts, instead I will accomplish things I must do ‘properly’.)

(You have shown your capability to act as if frenzied by rage in “Fist of the Shangri-la Idol”. I understand you more now.)

(Bringing terror to people - maybe those performances are forming to be a specialty of yours ♪)

(And so. Please find it in you to forgive the bother I have caused these past few days.)

(So that I can protect and value this peaceful everyday life, I will grow together with Young Master and fine - that is my mission as a butler.

(Today’s happiness can only be experienced in the now - I want to enjoy the hair raising dread together with everyone ♪)

“Everyone. fine’s special Halloween night is only just beginning.”

“I hope that you will enjoy it to your heart’s content till the end.”

“♪～♪～♪”

[feather-rose]

Move in, with me? Part 1.

.....

Tenten(Nudged him by the elbow as she was sitting next to him, feeling him jump up a bit.): So, what do you say? After Naruto and Hinata’s wedding, wanna move in with me?

Neji(Clears up his throat and scratches the back of his neck, looking a bit nervous, here.): Well, I haven’t thought about it, till you’ve said it now..You know, with the war and all--(Looks away.)

Tenten(Looked a bit worried to hear him say no.); Why? Think it’s too dangerous to move in with me?( Wouldn’t he?)

Neji(Defended himself here as he looked back at her.,): I’ve never said that! And it’s never dangerous to be around with you..(Never it had been, after all she had his back, for the longest time, he could remember.)

Tenten(Felt uncertain): But?

Neji(Still convinced.): No buts here! It’ll be interesting to be and to move in with the person I love and respect the most, here. If you want to know.(He caught up her callosed hands over his.)

Tenten(Blinks up a bit, here with surprise): Love? You mean with me? Neji..

Neji(Nods up at this reply.): I mean it, Tenten. I do love you here and I want to move in with you.

Tenten blushes back at that sentence as Neji released one of his real smiles towards her. As his eyes brightened with happiness. And only to her, here.

Tenten(Chuckles teasingly.): Aww. I do love you too, Neji. And it’s about damn time, you noticied coming, here. You idiot!

Neji softly chuckled here and nodded back to her reply as he pushed himself closer to the kunochi here. And nervous as he seemed to be when he felt his heart beating so fast against his chest, when he had seen her eyes getting closed up and himself leaning over and to kiss her lips--

When an sudden hurricane and tornado had interrupted their almost kiss onto the training ground of the times where Team Gai used to unite, here.

Heck?

Rock Lee(Screaming very loudly.): NEJI!!!

ARGH!!!

The poor couple had broken up their moment away as they’ve held up their shaken breath together when they’ve heard and seen their teamate jumping in, like a spreading up green bird who had been flying far too much with insanity, lately ever since the war had ended.

Poor Neji and Tenten.

Lee(Kept onto screaming and jumping back and forth like a maniac.): Neji! Neji!

Neji(Wondered what was going on with Lee, here, looking confused but annoyed.): Yeah, Lee?

Tenten(Lecturing up or more like she scolded him like she often used to.): What has gotten into you? Trying to give us a heart attack or what?(After all, that idiot had interrumpted an important moment of her own lifetime, and it was to make Neji kiss her, here. But no thanks to Lee.)

Lee( Confided in with a hand onto his closed up his eyes with a confident smile.) : Oh no! Nothing of the sort, Tenten. Oh no! News has been great! Nothing better but amazingly perfect! I can’t even tell how happy I am, today. That I’m about to push myself and do---

Neji(Cut him off, getting a bit irritated, here.): Just spit it out, Lee! (He and Tenten had gotten up onto theirs feet, looking a bit annoyed.)

Lee: Well, I wanted to thank you about something here, Neji..

Neji(Dumbfounded for a second. Since when, Lee had ever thanked him about something?):Me?  About what? What did I do?(He pointed himself, here with question.)

Lee: You came into my dream! And told me what I should’ve had done from day one for Naruto and Hinata’s wedding!! How unyouthfull haven’t I thought about it--

Tenten(Cut him off, annoyed.): Lee, just what’s going on?

Lee: Tenten, believe it or not, but Neji had come up to my dream and had put mind at ease--No, wait, crazily at ease!

Tenten(Rose an eyebrow.): How so?(She didn’t quite wanted to believe whatever crack she had to hear from Lee. Cause whatever crack comes out from Lee, it would be hard for the guy to go back away from his word..)

Neji(Felt his eye twitching up a bit.): Uh? I did that?(Unless, I was into an induced coma and felt my soul traveling around, or so.I wouldn’t remember saying or do anything crazy, here.)

Lee(Puffed himself up as a strong and muscular man would do by testing his muscles up with such confidence and proud of.): Physical strength over endurance! Physical strength over endurance! I couldn’t quite place it together at first, until IT CAME THROUGH MY MIND!!

It just left the couple in such shock as theirs jaws dropped down onto that sentence. While Lee was brightening up with such powerfull confidence and strength.

Why Me? Why Us?

Tenten(Still not trying to buy it, but went along with it, while Neji just stood up into shock.): Which it was?

Lee(Still smiling with confidence due to their shock.): Do an thousand lap over to the hokage’s mountains! And get these weighting ankles bracelets for both of them!( And brought up the proud Gai’s smilling and thumb pose up, much to Neji and Tenten’s defeat, here.)

The heck?

Tenten(Gives an warning glare to her new boyfriend, here) Neji..

Neji(Just sweatdropped back up when his petrified lavender eyes had meet her back, looking uncomfortable as he smiled nervously..): How about moving in today, Tenten?(And then, later, he’d kill Lee.)

[7fortune-kitty7]

I’m Glad You’re Evil Too ✰ Translyrics

I kinda waited on this song after polishing it because It’s one of my favourite songs and I wanted to do it justice

Feel free to use and edit (just credit me if you do)  

✰ ____________________________ ✰  

Those times we laughed and cried re-winded in my mind

While wandering beneath the street lights in the middle of the night.

Usually I would be filled with anxiety

Opening up has never been easy

-

But with you by my side

I can smile truly bright

The alleyways was where I would stay and hide

Alongside these feelings weighing me down inside

-

Freezing rain streams down my cheeks

I try to keep to where sunlight won't reach me

But the warmth of your hand grasping mine

Took me by surprise

-

Some may see this happiness childish

Maybe sulk at how silly it is

Throughout the cold night, I held on tight

As the sparks of our love shine warm and bright

-

We adore how the sun sets red

And aww about dogs again and again

We both hate viewing stupid, crude, news on the TV

we laugh at awful comedies, and cry at beautiful tragedies

-

Just us two, lonely souls in this cruel wide world

Having the time of our lives

I never knew I could find someone just like you

I'm glad you're evil too

-

Very quietly were two petite hearts beating

Aimlessly dreaming of changing society

The conversations never seem to end

No matter how much time we together spend

-

Just us two sharing a simple dream to pursue

-

Only in the darkness brought very little happiness

Nevertheless how precious it is

We'll try to reach for that dream even if it's hard as it seems

Like a young boy and girl finding its meaning

-

The summer fireworks bloom so bright

And dinner tonight was such a delight

Just for fun, we read some kinda dumb story, how funny

We'd laugh at each other's dares 

And sob at the silly songs we shared

-

Just us two, lonely souls in this cruel wide world

Having fun in our lives

I never knew I could find someone just like you

I'm glad you're evil too

I'm so glad you're evil too

-

Even when I try act for society

It never feels like I'm being the true me

If I can't be what's good

Then I'll hold you tight

As the sparks of our love shine warm and bright

-

We adore how the sun sets red

And aww about dogs again and again

We both hate viewing stupid, crude, news on the TV

we laugh at awful comedies, and cry at beautiful tragedies

-

Just us two, lonely souls in this cruel wide world

Having the time of our lives

-

Although death will do us part

This life has united our lonely hearts

Even though life is short, you make it so worth it till the end

So let's make a comedy at this boring tragedy of a world we live in

-

Just us two, lonely souls in this cruel wide world

Can you please hold me close

I never knew I could find someone just like you

I'm so glad you're evil too

-

You are the reason

Why everyday has meaning

I'm so glad you love somebody like me

✰ ____________________________ ✰  

Original Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLevj9bdRRA

I took some lyrical inspiration from Rachie and David Toth’s lyrics, here are the links to Rachie’s cover and Will Stetson’s cover.

Rachie: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cNoy_b_JYU0

Will: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVHY5OyhX3Q

[juunimeta]

My #2 - Flaming Bisexual Taoist administrator

Day 131 - Toyosatomimi no miko

Miko is so awesome. She is a character that is actually charismatic, know her way and what she wants, and has an awesome ability to boot. She is the other character that got me into the series.

First, lore. Miko was a political leader who used Buddhism to be popular with the people and lead well. One goal was immortality, so she tries to become immortal by putting her soul in an object so that way it will make it so her original body is recognized as an object, and thus not deteriorating as a normal body. This works, and causes miko to wake up in gensokyo, causing a mass gathering of divine spirits. Miko’s ability is to hear the ten desires of people. She accounts this to a basic version of mind reading, but for the heart. She wears the headphones to block the desires when they get too loud for her.

Second, relationships. I’ll say it till the end of time, miko is really gay. Like, more than the other characters. She also has really sweet relationships with those close to her. She really cares for those close, and tries to be a protector of sorts. In fact, she usually tries to protect humans attacked by youkai, as she believes in humans being in power. Her relationship with byakuren is strange, as they don’t fundamentally agree with each other. However, by the end of symposium of post mysticism, they agree to disagree as to not cause a large fuss for their respective temples and faiths. Then they decide to work together on the incident in 15.5, bringing them to a nice friendship. This basically causes the two temples to unite a little, as futo also befriends Ichirin by the end. This whole dynamic between faiths is really awesome and I wish we’d see it explored more.( Plus, byakumiko is an adorable ship.)

Finally, design. I think I love big, imposing capes. Miko has an awesome design, especially in the flashiness department. She has an amazing aesthetic with super cool sword and light moves, with some fire thrown in. Her theme fits her really well too, being very grand and a little intimidating, like you just met someone truly above you. I like playing in 15.5, but she isn’t my main by any means. The AI is really good at her for some reason. Overall, miko is a super flashy and awesome character, with cool lore and relations to other characters and factions.

[belphegor1982]

I just finished your series one step, two step, waltz and I love your ot3 so much! Are you still planning on writing any more installments in the series? I'd love to read about the trio finding each other once more

!!! YOU DID OH MY GOD THANK YOU 💖💖💖

I do have plans for the next instalment! Or instalments, plural, because I’m stuck on the one-shot that immediately follows the end of Valse à Trois Temps but I have notes for another story after that - essentially, three chapters than cover the years between the end of WW1 and the moment in 1937 when the trio meet one another again. (I got Very Ambitious with this series, but then again I’ve never written 218,854 words for a series before!)

I was actually thinking of making a story on AO3 with the couple of snippets (generally from Tumblr prompts) I haven’t posted there yet. I’ve been putting it off because I know I need to at least do some rewrite so those snippets feel more like an actual story (and also because I’m still struggling with the idea that anyone would be interested in reading it and leaving actual comments). So I might, one of those days - as soon as I’m back on my bullshit from my other bullshit :D

In the meantime, if you’re interested, here’s the first page or so from what immediately follows Elizabeth’s departure in Valse à Trois Temps :o)

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Oxford, 26th December 1915

The train speeds away in a burst of steam, soot, and ear-splitting noise.

So, thinks a part of Jonathan’s soul that beat a hasty retreat and is now safe on the sidelines while the rest of him is getting the drubbing of his life, metaphorically speaking, that’s it.

That is what a broken heart feels like.

He and Tommy are standing on the platform in the middle of the moving crowd. Around them people are walking away, calling out to others, crying in handkerchiefs, beaming at each other. They’re so busy being people they aren’t taking any notice at all of the two young men in their midst trying to pick up the pieces of their hearts from the floor. Good. Now if only they could all bugger off and give Jonathan and Tommy privacy to grieve in peace.

They loved Elizabeth, and Elizabeth loved them.

And Elizabeth is gone.

“For I know that it may be a long, long time,” sings Tommy beside him in a thin, trembling voice that doesn’t sound like him at all and makes Jonathan think he’s barely aware of what he’s doing, “till I see you again…”

“Don’t,” says Jonathan somehow, despite how difficult pushing out the words is right now.

That song used to make him smile. He’s not smiling now.

Too late. The melody has already insinuated itself into his brain and helpfully provided him with the chorus:

So fare thee well, my own true love,

For when I return, united we will be

It’s not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me,

But my darling when I think of thee…

Is it how it’s going to be, now, every time he thinks of her? Those people who have written about broken hearts, their own or fictional characters’, do they all carry their own equivalent of standing on a station platform in weak winter sunshine, staring after a train long departed, trying to stop feeling like somebody just drove a knife into their insides and twisted?

Jonathan used to think – when he was a boy, when he grew up a bit – that this ‘broken heart’ thing sounded awfully silly. Who wants to spend their life moaning after someone else when there is so much to do, so many people to meet, so many potential distractions? What sort of attachment other than familial could possibly be so powerful, so visceral as to justify pining for someone who can no longer be there for this or that reason?

Well, you live and learn, Jonathan decides as the cold makes his eyes sting and his nose run. Probably. That’s the story he’s going with if anyone looks him askance, anyway.

There’s a similar sniff beside him. Tommy’s eyes are overbright and he looks like he’s just been punched hard in the stomach. Even if they didn’t share the exact same sensation of having the contents of their ribcages ripped out for all to see, even if was only Tommy standing there on the verge of tears – Tommy Ferguson, one of the brightest souls Jonathan has known, a bloke otherwise capable of seeing the glass half-full even where there is barely a glass at all – Jonathan’s first instinct would be to put an arm around his shoulders, to take his hand, to provide any sort of physical comfort possible.

Sod it. They still have a flat where they can drop any pretence at being ‘normal’. They can lick their wounds in peace there for the few hours until their own trains home depart.

And because Tommy’s still sniffling, his breath rattling up in the cold air, and Jonathan has to bite his own lower lip to keep it steady –

(He may not be much of a man by the Empire’s standards but he’ll be damned if he lets himself cry in public like some snot-nosed brat who hasn’t even broken his first short trousers in yet)

– he takes Tommy’s arm in his and all but marches him out of the station to where they left their bicycles.

(oh children. It gets better 💜)

[merryfortune]

tragic start's happy ending

Written for the Hurt/Comfort Bingo by @sweetspicybingo

Prompt: Self Doubt

Title: tragic start’s happy ending

Ship: Corrin/Mozu

Fandom: Fire Emblem Birthright/Fates

Rating: 

Word Count:

Warnings: 2,767

Tags: Female My Unit, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Grief, Canonical Character Death, Kissing, Family Feels, PTSD, Happy Ending, Food as a Metaphor for Love

   Her whole village was gone in an instant.

   Her Mother was torn from her right in front of her eyes.

   Her own life had been snatched from her. The Faceless’ fingers and claws, narrowly avoiding her face as precious memories turned Mozu to cowardice, to weakness. She couldn’t do a thing as her village was torn to shreds.

   And now she was here. It was strange and surreal and people expected a lot from her, Mozu thought. She didn’t even know where to begin. To get stronger? The thought daunted her. Or to pretend that nothing had changed at all, that there were chores to be done and soil to be tilled and animals to be fed or hunted.

   It was awful.

   She didn’t deserve to be alive. She shouldn’t have been the sole survivor, she shouldn't have been a survivor at all. She was just a girl from a small village, she hadn’t been trained for greatness and yet. Here she was. Thrust into it as the newest recruit in Princess Corrin’s personal army.

   Mozu felt as mindless as those monsters which had put her into this mess at all. She didn’t deserve a spot amid all these talents knights and sorcerers, diviners and ninja. Doubt crippled her. Everything about her felt weak as she was lost in the slurry of grief but the people around her, Corrin especially, encouraged her to keep going. That she was going to be a valued part of their army, that their meeting - despite the pain - had been fate.

   Mozu didn’t disagree but for the first week of her stay, whenever she got up in the morning, it was after awful nightmares and they didn’t stop just because she was awake. When she would till the soil, toiling in the fields, hoeing and digging, she would open up quakes full of worms and the memory of burying her own mother.

   She couldn’t even give anyone, least of all her parents, proper funeral rites. Back home, it was a mass of shallow graves. Corrin’s army had, at the very least, done that kindness for the bodies who hadn’t been burnt in the carnage or otherwise ravaged by monsters, animals, or the elements at large.

   It made things difficult, however. When it felt like digging deeper, she was just spearing through the face of her mother and other loved ones with the head of her shovel but Mozu stilled herself from these visions. The living had to eat and the dead had to be eaten. That was just the way of nature.

   The first harvest made it worth it, however.

   Mozu prepared the first meal she had for Corrin and her army. She prepared it gravely, however, the instructions inscribed in her heart and soul, etched their by her mother and her mother’s before her. She treated every vegetable, to the last potato or carrot, no matter how misshapen or appetising looking, with the utmost respect. She hunted the boar, too, whose flesh would become pork after she treated it.

   The resulting meal, there was crying out for more, for seconds and thirds. Unfortunately, Mozu had not made enough. She had made a bowl for every person in her village but their numbers were slightly smaller than Corrin’s army - or at the very least, they needed less since they were just farmers.

  Still, being praised, it felt good. Even if it made Mozu cry herself to sleep that night. She had thought for sure that everyone would hate her cooking, that it would be bland and tasteless. That it would be just as lifeless as the people who had passed on such recipes to her. 

   The next morning, she was red-eyed and weary, but she was back in the field. This time, her harvest would be enough so that everyone could have a feast, to eat until they were full after having as many as fourths if they so chose.

   Until then, Mozu had to contend with how her back breaking work was heartbreaking, too. 

   But getting out of her head, and the fields, every so often helped. Things changed day by day, getting to know the others helped. Especially Corrin. Mozu really enjoyed getting to know her.

   They talked about school and education. Fancy things Mozu had never dreamed of before. They talked about clouds and the weather. They talked occasionally about the friends Mozu had at the village before the Faceless had taken them. They talked about the things they liked to eat and there came a day when they talked about the things that scared them.

   Made them sad.

   It was a calm, still dusk in the Deep Realms. Mozu had finished yet another hard day’s work on the farm. She was filthy, caked in mud and sweat, but Corrin didn’t care. The twilight air was cool on the back of Mozu’s sweaty neck. sSe liked that a lot as they watched the stars reveal themselves one by one before becoming constellations. 

   They sat at the top of the hill and at the bottom of outer space, it was almost like they were the only two people in the whole wide world. Their chatter was quiet, the crickets were louder than them as they exchanged a deep and meaningful almost out of nowhere: the six month anniversary of their meeting, and of course the deaths in Mozu’s village.

   “Did I ever tell you…?” Corrin murmured. Her hand wandered to Mozu’s side but she wasn’t quite daring enough yet to touch Mozu, instead her fingers scraped through the dirt and grass they were sitting on. “I lost my Mother, Mikoto, from right in front of my eyes, too.”

   “O-Oh, Corrin, I’m so sorry.” Mozu said.

   “I wanted you to know. I promise, even though we are so different, I think we’re quite the same underneath.” Corrin said.

   “I-I think so, too.” Mozu replied.

   She felt her heart seize when Corrin finally plucked up the courage to touch her. She sheltered her hand over Mozu’s and held it tightly.

   “I want to make a world where children won’t ever have to see their parents die in front of them like that. Violently, that is.” Corrin said.

   “‘S a good dream.” Mozu said. “I’d like to help, if possible.”

   “You already are.” Corrin replied.   

   Mozu tried to smile but she cried instead. Her heart felt like a heavy rock deep within her and Corrin could understand why. She really could. She shuffled in closer and lended her shoulder to Mozu. Mozu curled into her side and bawled.

   She let it all uncork. She didn’t care if she got tears and snot on Corrin and Corrin didn’t care either. She was loud and noisy, too, as she wailed. It was just a little cry at first, a couple tears, but as Mozu kept going, it kept happening. She figured it was just the month by month of what she hadn’t released until she finished with a sputter.

   “This is the first time I’ve ever seen you cry, country girl.” Corrin pointed out, meekly.

   “I-I wanted t’ b’ strong f-fer you a-an’ Ma…” Mozu mumbled. Though she didn’t feel that strong, until she turned her head slightly.

   Corrin was haloed by the silver starlight and within it, she looked steely and stalwart. Her heart and her head in the right place as she spoke with genuine conviction.

   “You have been, don’t you worry.” Her voice was soft despite the depth it carried in so little.

   Mozu nodded weakly and she retreated slightly. She remained curled towards Mozu, however, as she put her hands in front of her, she kneaded the grass thoughtfully. 

   “I… I love you, Lady Corrin.” Mozu said. “Thank you… thank you for finding me. For giving me a home. For saving me.”

   “You saved your…” Corrin trailed off before deciding she shouldn’t share what she was thinking.

   Mozu had a pretty good clue that she knew what she was. She nodded weakly. She thought about how she took the first kill of the Faceless in retaliation: before Corrin, before anyone else official to Corrin’s army but her. She had pushed everything the village had taught her into a dinky old brass spear and got her revenge.

   But it was the only kill she got. After that, she had to be coddled and protected like a little kid. Doing all that had taken all her strength…

   Though now look at her. A master of her spear, she had even taken up archery. Even now, as she carried on, she did so with their spirits on her shoulders. Everything she had learned from them was as much a blessing as it was a burden amid her grief. 

   “Can I kiss you?” Corrin asked.

   “Please.” Mozu replied.

   They kissed desperately afterwards, as though the world was going to end tomorrow. It may as well have, because in the night, in their own bedrooms, they would both dream of those moments again: of a mother crying out, hands outreached, pushing away a daughter to keep her safe above all else. But for now, the taste of salt from the tears that Mozu had shed grounded them to each other, to comfort and console, for better or for worse.

   A ring would follow soon enough. Though for Corrin, not her, with Mozu in the fields more often than not, she didn’t want it to get lost or ruined but the thought was more than enough. Especially when a wedding and a marriage came afterwards but no honeymoon. Not until the war was over but they spent their time planning it like they would an assault in the war room: Mozu had big plans and Corrin wanted to help bring them to fruition.

   Even at her time of marital bliss, in between the current conflict, Mozu pined for her village and wanted to see it rebuilt. That was how she wanted to spend her honeymoon and for another six months, it seemed like it would just be a dream but eventually, with the assistance of her loyal army, Corrin brought peace to both Hoshido and their adversaries, Nohr.

   It was not without loss, however. 

   It was not lost on Mozu that in carrying out Corrin’s will, she had created many more selves akin to her own in Nohr. Though they tried to minimise casualties, accidents happened and temporary incapacitation could take a turn for the worse. Mozu just hoped the children whose parents had been taken from them would one day forgive her.

   She hoped the remaining siblings of Corrin’s from her Nohrian past could forgive them one day, too.

   But for now, there was a bittersweet victory. Even peace. That meant construction and rebirth could follow the carnage that had been wrought between the nations that had been at conflict. It felt like it would never come but it did: the working honeymoon between Corrin and Mozu.

   Together, they set up camp in the remnants of Mozu’s hometown and it was difficult. The nightmares that Mozu had forgotten came back in full force, it made her reckless during the day but Corrin steadied her. Between the two of them, they were able to erect better memories to the folk who had lost their lives to the Faceless and then, with the help of others, their friends and acquaintances, they started to rebuild. 

   Three months was a long time yet not long enough. They hardly got started at all before Corrin was called back to Shirasagi for royal duties but they left the rebuilding in good hands. Kind people were everywhere, their efforts had attracted goodwill from neighbouring villages, people Mozu scarcely remembered from her childhood, now adored her as a hero. They wanted to help. She promised she would return when she could but as queen-to-be, her noble mission was made complicated.

   But an actual holiday from her honeymoon would not be unwelcome, especially in the opulent fold of Castle Shirasagi, both Mozu and Corrin would agree. Although, Mozu still craved the mundane busywork and that would be that.

   Upon returning to the peacetime, there was a restoration of the usual rites and rituals of the royals. To a certain extent, anyway. This included the surrendering of chores to the servants but not in this instance. After three months of this order, Mozu’s return did buck that resuming trend.

   Both Mozu and Corrin insisted: this was the celebratory meal after their honeymoon, they wanted to celebrate properly with their family. Mozu wanted to cook dinner for her siblings-in-law and of course, her beloved wife.

   “Please.” she insisted, brows furrowed as soon as she proposed the idea.

   There was no resistance as memories of her meals had not faded in her three month absence from the army. That pleased Mozu greatly as she used her own harvest and recipes in the kitchen, completely undisturbed by the others. Though help was poked and prodded at her but no.

   This was something she had to do all alone.

   Even if that intimidated her.

   The hall was spick and span, so clean and shiny that food could be eaten off the floors. Mozu felt like she was tracking mud through the wooden panels underfoot regardless of what she did. She hovered, like a mouse, going to and fro as she second guessed her menu until inspiration struck. She had a lot of hungry bellies relying on her and that was enough to propel her forward.

   She stood in the royal kitchen, with all their glistening pots and pans and did her best. 

   When it came to serve, her best was more than enough. Her meals were plain and simple but because she executed them so well, they became unique and memorable. Mozu sat, with Corrin, not at the head of the table as that belonged to Corrin’s brother but adjacent to his side.

   “A verifiable feast.” Ryoma remarked.

   “Here, here!” Hinoka agreed.

   As did everyone else at the table, their individual sets customised to their liking. Mozu remembered all their favourites, likes and dislikes. She wanted to impress and so she did.

  “You're welcome.” Mozu said but her voice cracked.

   Corrin’s ears pricked on it immediately, “Hey, what’s wrong?” she asked.

   Her hand lunged at Mozu’s and held it, she looked up at Corrin, concerned. She blinked and it was only then that Mozu realised, she had been crying.

   “Huh? What’s this?” Mozu asked.

   With her other hand, she wiped away the tear but looking at it, a dewdrop on the pad of her finger, Mozu could hardly recognise it as hers but a dull ache began to throb in her chest. She was overwhelmed with bittersweet ennui. It came all at once and she was too slow to have even felt it at first.

   “Why am I… crying?” Mozu asked.

   “How should I know?” Corrin joked but it felt inappropriate. Her sheepishness in her smile made that apparent.

   “I’m finally with my family again, why am I so sad?” Mozu said.

   “You think of us of family?” Sakura shyly inquired from across from her.

   Hinoka and Ryoma exchanged a knowing smile. Mozu glanced at all the faces. Sakura, Hinoka, Ryoma, and Takumi, as well as their entourage and spouses, even children. Mozu nodded shyly.

   “I’m a very lucky gal,” Mozu began to explain as Corrin rubbed her thumb over her knuckles, warm and consoling, “I have so many sisters an’ brothers-in-law, nieces an’ nephews. I-I love you all an’ I know I’m loved in turn. I-It’d make my Ma an’ Pa, up in heaven, very happy.”

   “Oh… Mozu.” Corrin’s eyes began to water as her voice warbled.

   “I mean it. An’ I’m lucky to have you, best of all. Th-Thank you, Corrin.” Mozu said.

   It felt awkward, even though they had kissed in front of Corrin’s family before but they kissed again. A sweet and simple kiss, so utterly chaste, that stole Mozu’s breath away and dried her tears. It was a kiss that could have, honestly, lasted until the end of the world but instead, only a few mere seconds. Interrupted by the growl of Mozu’s stomach.

   Leaving Corrin and Mozu both looking rather demure, and flushed, afterwards.

   “Hungry?” Corrin offered an awkward segue from her and her wife’s public display of affection. She blushed as she heard her sisters snicker from across from her, her brothers had wisely averted their eyes.

   “Famished.” Mozu said as she picked up her bowl to take a sip from it. The taste of her mother’s miso soup recipe warmed her heart and soul but was tinted by the taste of Corrin.

[alyjojo]

Love Reading 🤤- October 2023 - Aries

Singles:

Overall energy: 2 Wands

How you will meet: Ace of Swords

How they will treat you: The Chariot

Long-term Potential: 10 Pentacles

Oracle: There’s better shit on the horizon.

HEALTHY CHOICES

- Self-Love & Self-Care

- Being Happier

- Love & Life

Wow, this one looks good 👍 I assume you’re already involved with this person on some level, you know them, because you’re talking to them. You light a fire 🔥 inside of them that motivates them to follow their dreams, listen to the yearning in their soul to MOVE. Very intense passion for you, but they’re also being upfront, honest, and trying to plan a future with you in it. They could feel like meeting you was destined, you’re exactly what they want. Could live a distance away from you, enough that coming to see you could be considered a “journey”.

In the preshuffle, I kept getting an energy of someone in a not great situation, and that’s coming out again here. Distance could be the biggest obstacle between you. Could be money, maybe a literal car and they don’t own one, or drive, maybe they’re needing to take a train and can’t afford that because of xyz. Struggles on their end cause issues between you, or at least delays. I do get that getting to you is the goal. Could be an escape from a bad situation though, be careful with that. Could be a job too, they may have to leave a lot of things behind in order to be with you…I do get them being tempted. With that, they also come up as someone kind of impulsive, the thought of just up and leaving excites them or something. YOU excite them. There could be an age difference between you, more than just a couple of years.

Long term is 10 Pentacles, the whole shebang, commitment, moving in, you’re mine and I’m yours let’s do this thing, we are a combined unit & family. However this happens looks like it’s going to be FAST, this could make your head spin. They could be shocking a lot of people, not just you. It’s like they meet you, and their entire life changes in the blink of an eye. They’re not going to be thinking of anything that happened before you, and same for you. The World shows this as a divine connection and it’ll go exactly how it’s supposed to go. For the Oracle, I get that referring to how it will be vs. how it is, you could be feeling like it’s not even possible, buuut 😏 Are they serious about you? Pfft, they can’t think about anything else. Where there is a will, there is a way, they seem to have a will of steel & you’re the goal 💯

Messages -

Their side:

- Till Death Do Us Part 💍

- Older man/woman

Your side:

- Long-term Potential

- Shy ☺️

Signs you may be dealing with:

Heavy fire, both of you 🔥

Couples:

Overall energy: Knight of Swords rev

Current: 5 Cups

Challenge: 7 Wands rev

How they feel about you: The High Priestess

How you feel about them: The Magician

Outcome: 9 Cups rev & The Lovers rev

You two are on the rocks right now, not speaking, possibly separated, or purposely staying away from each other. A Tower has gone down between you, but The Star has not shown up, there is no hope, healing, no movement towards communicating about this and getting through it. It just stays stagnant, who can be more silent? Your person is not silent at all, just to you 💯 Clearly a big argument has gone down, and I’m getting they’re blaming you. Nasty words may have been said, hurtful actions may have been taken, this isn’t clear on what or how, but the Knight & Queen of Swords rev can both be vicious with the things that they say. When they argue, they’re out for blood 🩸cutting straight to the heart of the matter, no sugarcoating necessary. You’re both sad about what’s happened in a normally happy relationship, 10 Cups. You do seem to take personal accountability and feel remorse. You’re not communicating that, but you do.

The challenge for this month is overcoming pride, ego, separating yourselves from what makes you feel defensive, pisses you off, emotionally detaching and talking it out. This person’s energy is just…very angry. Quietly angry, and it’s the “quietly” that’s freaking you out it looks like. They’re not saying a word, not about what they’re doing, where they’re going, who they’re talking to, none of that, and they’re not sorry about it. With the oracles, you showing up as “chaser” and having Shadow Self as well, they’re not going to be the one to fix this. It’s on you, per them, or they otherwise don’t care. They do care though, that’s why they’re mad at you.

You seem to realize you’ve created this mess the two of you are in, I’m sure they probably retaliated but it started with you. You could be panicking about the other people your person is talking to, friends, family, possible competition in your eyes. Other people are putting ideas in their head, as far as you’re concerned, and it’s killing your confidence, you’re stressing out to the point of not being able to sleep, this is like torture for you. I think…they know that. I heard “that’s the point”.

Outcome for mid Nov is stalling. More stalling. You’re aware that this situation doesn’t make you happy, you don’t want to be away from this person anymore. You could’ve spoken or acted impulsively and now feel like crap 😕 It’s like you want to fix it and they want you to suffer, so they draaaaag it out, knowing you’re the least patient zodiac sign of them all. You feel this is unfair, and they’re waiting on you to do something about it. Mostly, just apologize.

Messages -

Their side:

- You’re still the one 💯

- Gossips too damn much

Your side:

- I value our bond.

- Shadow Self 😈

Oracles - Sit down and shut up 🤐

Their side:

TALKING

- Interested

- Awaiting Messages

- Texts, calls, email, talking, etc

Your side:

THE CHASER

- Fear of Abandonment

- Chasing

- Codependencies

Signs you may be dealing with:

Heavy Gemini, Aquarius, Libra, Pisces, Cancer & Leo