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jasmyluv · 1 year

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40. A Rose For A Lifetime

You have already gone out to the park, it was almost six, the agreed time of the stranger who was so willing to meet you, you wonder why.

You can’t seem to get there fast enough, slowing down at the thought there is a chance you might get kidnapped, or knocked out, or killed. Multiple times, you’ve contemplated just ditching this person, but then again, they did compliment you over and over again through letters, so they can’t be that bad, right?

You finally get to the park after much overthinking. You see a familiar person hiding behind a tree, indigo-colored hair, short?

“Scara?” You say, but you’re too far for him to hear. You see him holding a bouquet of red roses, is he waiting for someone? You couldn’t lie, it made your heart hurt at the thought of it. It isn’t even your business to get jealous, he wasn’t your boyfriend.

The letter said to go to a big tree with different colors of leaves and flowers, exactly where Scaramouche was. You noticed while walking, no one other than Scaramouche was there, and it was almost six. Was this some sort of coincidence?

You finally make it to the tree, mesmerized by the falling leaves and the sun drifting away and the moon’s light is shining to its extent.

“Scaramouche?” You say his name again, this time catching his attention.

“Oh! [Name], you’re already here,” he said, peering over the bark of the tree, protecting him from your periphery.

“What are you doing here, Scara?” You ask him, tilting your head slightly.

“Well…,” he clears his throat, as if he was getting ready to say a speech. “If you have noticed, there’s this person who sends you gifts and such, letters full of affirmation, and now, this rendezvous. I know you already know this, but it was me. I asked you to meet me here so I can say and give you this,” he gives you the roses in his hands.

“I hope you still remember, but when we first met again through Childe, you were looking at me and guessing who I was. I already knew who you were, I couldn’t mistake you for your doppelgänger,” you both laugh at the sentiment, remembering that day like it was yesterday.

“If you still remember when we were kids, I remember you saying how you loved red roses, you were always infatuated with them when we saw one walking together. I didn’t know why you loved them so much, but you just did. I’ve never forgotten your love for them. After the day you told me so, I started to give or leave you red roses. Back then, I did not know what red roses symbolize, so I just gave it to you with no meaning behind it.” He started talking about your childhood, oh how much you love red roses.

“Now that I’m here— we’re here, I took the opportunity to give you the flowers you most loved. I now know what it means, I now know what I have to say. For weeks ever since we’ve met again, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was something about you that made my heart flutter. I couldn’t stand you getting so close to Kazuha, but it wasn’t like I could do anything about it. But, here I am, proud to tell you I finally know what red roses mean,” was that really the reason he made you go over to the park at night? To tell you what the hell red roses meant?

“These roses mean love and passion. Love is one of the greatest feelings in the world, so powerful that it makes you go crazy sometimes… Well, I am ready to go crazy if it means loving you all my life,” wait, what?

“[Name], I love you. I love you so much, that it hurt me so much when I had to leave. I’m sorry that I left, I’m sorry that I couldn’t say anything, I’m sorry that I couldn’t say sor-“ he was cut off by the touch of your lips on his.

He was living his wildest dreams, kissing you under the beautiful tree at the park. Shocked, yes he was, but he didn’t hesitate kissing you back.

A fairytale is what he would describe it as, something he thought he could never have felt. It all felt so surreal.

“Heh, you finally realize your feelings for me, [Name]?” Though he sounded smug, his expression betrayed him. He was smiling, the widest you’ve ever seen him.

“I guess I finally did.”

previous :: MASTERLIST :: next

Of all people… - scaramouche x fem!reader smau

SYNOPSIS When you, a student who finds her best friend admits the terrors of high school. A best friend who’ve you’d hated ever since he left. Of all people, why was he the one to make you swoon, a person you swore to hate?

Fun facts!

Ooc scara :[

[Name] proudly says that the time she went to the park alone at 6:00 PM was the best risk she's ever had

The tree is like this big big tree in the middle of the park and it has like pretty flowers all of over the branches

hey did you notice all the taylor swift references?

Tag list;

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A/n:

OUR GRADES COME OUT TOMORROW SO IM REALLY SCARED HEHEHEHEHEHE

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shaunamilfman · 5 months

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More Random HC’s cause I’m waiting to go into work :)

Nat:

- Unironically LOVES shirts that are/have the same energy as “women love me, fish fear me”/“Big dick is back in town” etc. she wears them more often than you’d like

- She lives off of Mountain Dew, Red Bull and hot Cheetos, that’s all she packs for lunch everyday and you have to drop off water and a snack for her at practice so she doesn’t pass out since she barely takes care of herself

Misty:

- was one of those girls that had a thing for the Onceler from the Lorax

- She was def apart of the 2012 tumblr culture, (superwholock or whatever it was) one of those girls that would get a tattoo off of one of the YA books they read, hunger games, Harry Potter, stuff like that

Jackie:

- Either really knows how to play American football and is super invested in the NFL, or does not know anything at all “What is a down?”

- Is SO CLINGY (Derogatory) sure you thought it was cute at first until she gets up at 5 am for her morning practice and wakes you up too so you can “brush your teeth together”. It gets even worse when she’s sick, shes the hugest baby when she’s sick and you know if she gets sick you’re bound to get sick a week later because she’s plastered to your side

Van:

- Legit loves anything you get her, even if it’s kind of a joke. Stupid $2 tourist T shirt? You got it for her so she loves it, childish Spider-Man socks, thinks they’re cool as fuck. Just overall very appreciative and excited to recieve anything from you

Lottie:

- I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; She’s absolutely good at all the fine arts; she can draw well, she definitely can play the piano and violin, bc her rich parents paid for her to have lessons, etc

- She definitely also did some nerdy shit like take taekwondo until she was 14. Idk why I can just imagine this girl in like that white martial arts gi, doing like punching exercises.

Shauna:

- I don’t know if this makes sense but the kind of gf that when you guys go out to eat, you’ll both be quiet/not talk so you can eavesdrop onto people’s conversations and talk about it in the car on the way home

ugh no nat is such a loser she so would. she shows up at your house wearing this

asking her when the last time she drank water was and she's really got to think about it. she gets so shy if you like cook her something though omg

Misty would have crushes on the weirdest fucking cartoon characters and shit I swear. she pulls you a picture of megamind and you're like "... okay"

superwholockian misty i know that's right. misty has like collectors editions of the Sherlock books. she has like an original printing displayed in her living room fr

Misty def had one of those shirts like "heading off to the shire to become a jedi because my hogwarts letter never came."

i take that and I raise you Jackie being super super invested in the NFL but still does not know how football works. she's into the vibes she's just competitive as fuck. you look over and she's googling what a halfback does.

also Jackie totally follows a soccer team obsessively. she has like 5 jerseys and so so much merch. she even buys you some so she can make you wear it. she's so excited whenever there's a game on. she's def screaming at the ref for making a bad call

jackie's dramatic ass makes you sit in the bathroom with her as she showers. your just sitting on the sink with your head against the mirror barely able to keep your eyes open and she's excitedly rambling on like she's on fucking crack.

also i feel like jackie is such a morning person. you're half an energy drink in and barely awake and she's bouncing off the walls at 6 AM

she definitely gets you sick whenever she gets sick for sure. she's expecting princess treatment squared when she's sick. omg you thought she was needy normally?? your ass is not ready.

Van is so fucking sentimental bro she has a whole box dedicated to little things you gave her, even if it was just something you randomly handed to her lmao

artist lottie has such a hold on me tbh I love it.

martial arts lottie def got a participation trophy and a pat on the back i can not see her being good at it lmao

oh no fr shauna is such a hater she loves doing hater activities with you. jackie's talking about jeff or something and yall are like 😒🙄. she always looks straight for you when stupid shit happens.

#soffsh #shauna thoughts 💙#jackie thoughts 🩷#misty thoughts 💛#nat thoughts 🖤#lottie thoughts 💜#van thoughts 🧡

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nervousladytraveler · 1 year

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Late

Note: this is meant to be another "sweet Romelza snippet" that @veryflowerobservation asked for last week. But I think it is the sequel to something I haven't yet written. Be warned there's a bit in the middle that I redacted so I wouldn't be giving anything too specific away.

Really it's just a conversation about the weather punctuated by tea.

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“Ross? I’m home,” Demelza called. Thud…thud, thud…thump.

Ross put down his book and listened. He could hear her belongings--bag, boots, even her coat--being dropped on the hallway floor. Then the jingle of her keys; those she hung up. It was only one minute later that she was at the bedroom door.

“I’m home,” she repeated and this time he heard the note of relief in her voice. Unruly curls formed a halo around her flushed face. Her eyes shone but she looked tired and a bit breathless from having taken the stairs two at a time.

He smiled at the sight of her. Whenever she worked late, the same sensations of excitement, peace of mind, and love, washed over him as soon as she returned. He didn't think those feelings would ever get old.

Farquahar, their three year old spaniel, seemed to share the sentiment. It mattered little how long his mistress had been gone, as soon as she walked through the door, his devotion was demonstrated with a series of exuberant bum wiggles and high pitched whines that made him seem like a puppy again.

“Okay, okay, Farkles, my dear boy,” Demelza said and perched on the edge of the bed to scratch the belly he submissively presented. “I know, I know. It’s been a long ten hours, hasn’t it?” It was a voice Demelza used only for the dog and sometimes for the cats, though she tended to have more rational conversations with them. “Of course he can’t be arsed to meet me at the door,” she laughed.

She meant the dog but Ross supposed she could just as easily be referring to him.

“Maybe he just wanted to lure you into bed without further delay?” he offered.

“Oh, is that it?”

“Did you…?” Ross asked out of habit. But he knew it wasn’t something to genuinely fret about. Demelza, never one to skip meals, packed her own dinner whenever she stayed at work past seven.

“Yes…no, not really, but I’m fine.” She turned and flashed him a smile so he’d believe her, then began to remove a few layers including a sodden jumper and wet socks.

“You look cold.” Ross patted the warm bed next to him.

“I am, the temperature must have dropped 5 degrees since mornin’. I forget how that happens in October.” She felt her t-shirt to see if it too was damp, then she gave it a sniff, wrinkling her nose in disgust. In one quick motion she pulled it over her head and tossed it across the room, putting as much distance between it and her as possible. “Or maybe the rain just makes it seem that much colder?”

“How bad is it?” He asked about the weather but sensed there was something she wanted to tell him. It wasn’t in the words she had used but how they were delivered. And her energy was off. She seemed unusually slow and heavy footed.

“Any rain is bad when you're out in it, any rain is cosy when you're tucked in bed,” she laughed looking at him under the warm pile of bedclothes. She reached for another t-shirt, one Ross had worn earlier in the day and that he’d left folded neatly on the chair. “Yes, it's beastly. Each drop is heavy, sharp and almost…metallic feelin’, if that makes any sense. Instinctively you just know to get inside fast.”

“My love, you must have a hundred ways of describing the rain,” he smiled and opened his arms to her. She crawled across the bed and settled against him with a sigh. Her hair felt damp on his cheek.

“Maybe if we lived elsewhere I wouldn’t be so well acquainted with the rain,” she said. She sounded serious but he knew she was teasing. She loved Cornwall in all its seasons. “Though it's not just the rain here that varies so much,” she added.

“Yes, it’s also the sunlight and the sea and the wind…” he said and kissed her temple.

“Well the wind does sound worse tonight than it really is. I mean it's blowin’ some leaves around but the trees are still safe and sound. Not like those late spring storms. They come out of nowhere and are more destructive than you'd expect.”

“Yes.” He knew.

It had been late spring when such a storm--albeit an emotional one--had destroyed their relationship years ago. During Easter, at least that's what he remembered, though she’d have said the final blow wasn't until May. But neither of them talked about that anymore, not with accusatory barbs, anyway.

“Speakin’ of trees, have you noticed the two oaks nearest the roads are in ghastly shape? Not just fallen boughs but crumblin’ through their trunks. Like they’re dissolvin’ almost.”

“Little wonder--they were already old when my father took this place on. I meant to have them pulled down, before they fall down on someone,” he said. “Oh don’t fret, we’ll plant new ones this spring.”

“Yes, I know,” she sighed but he knew she would mourn them all the same. “How old do you have to be to climb a tree?” she asked.

“You mean how old ought one be or how old was I?” he laughed.

“You know I don’t think I ever climbed a tree until I came to Nampara,” she mused. “I mean I climbed other things, but not a proper tree.”

“I seem to recall you fell out of them more than once.” He kissed her and pulled her tighter, as if he could retroactively protect her from past harms. As she leaned against him he could feel both her weariness and her restlessness.

“Do you want me to run you a hot bath?” he asked. That was one of their evening routines. She’d soak away some of the stress of the day then he’d come in to scrub her back and chat her up.

“No. I don’t want to keep you awake much longer. I know, I'm rather late tonight.” She placed her cold hand on his arm that was across her heart and glanced at his watch. “Work was...well it's over so never mind.”

“You want to tell me about it?” he said gently. Was that what she was trying to tell him?

[several paragraphs redacted here so that nothing too plotsy is revealed]

Now she laughed. He liked the way that felt when she was lying against him.

“Demelza, I have long since resolved to trust your judgement when it comes to such matters.” He knew she’d bring home whatever and whoever needed help. And he loved her for that, as inconvenient as it might sometimes feel.

“Though at a certain point, it isn't right for the others you already have livin’ with you,” she went on. “For their quality of life.” She stopped, seemingly lost in the thought.

“Oh?” he asked again.

“I mean you can’t take on too many cats before they start to feel unhappy and fight and show their love for you less.”

“You’ve only brought us two cats,” he reassured her. “And one lives in the barn and the other never leaves that chair in the study so there’s no quarrelling between them. In fact we’ve room for a dozen more if you must, considering how much land we have…”

“‘Course it's also a question of safety. You can't bring home any wild animals if you've small children.”

“Have you any recently?” he laughed.

“Wild animals?”

“I meant small children?” he laughed again.

She was silent and he could feel she hadn't let out the breath she’d inhaled. Then the penny dropped.

“Demelza?” His heart suddenly racing in his chest. No doubt she could hear it.

“Yes, Ross.” She finally exhaled.

“My love, do you think you’re…?” he asked, trying to stay calm, trying to keep his words, and his hands, as gentle as he could.

“I mean I don’t know. I might be. Could very well be,” she said softly. “‘Course feelin’ tired, lightheaded, and nauseous could mean anythin’ really. I’m gonna wee on a stick in the mornin’.”

“In the morning?” he asked. “It’s not that late--I can get to Tesco in seventeen minutes if you need me to run out.” He started to sit up.

“I still have a few tests.”

“Okay, so you want to wait to find out?”

“Yes,” she said and he knew she’d explain. “See, now I can hope that it’s positive and that’s a lovely thought, a sweet thought, and with that hope, I’ll be able to fall asleep. And I’m exhausted, so that's what I need right at this moment. But If I take the test now, and it’s negative, then the disappointment--that will be crushin’ and I’d be up all night. I’d just be so…”

“I know,” he said and pulled her up closer so her head was level with his. That was one way they were so complementary. She could live on hope, even if the odds were long, and he searched out factual certainty, even if all looked grim. He kissed her lips softly and then put her hand to his cheek.

The past six months of deliberately trying to conceive--after years of deliberately trying not to--had been hard on them both, but harder on Demelza, he knew. Every time she got her period, she felt as though somehow she’d failed. Ross didn't see it that way, but while he was merely disappointed, she was growing sad.

“Okay, take your time and do it in the morning. There’s no rush then,” Ross said, although he knew the suspense and anxiety would keep him up all night. But his feelings mattered little to him now. “Remember Dr. Mather said our best bet was to stay relaxed and patient. And there’s no reason that…”

“Yes, I know, but it doesn't mean I can’t worry,” she said. “And can you, Ross? Stay relaxed and patient?”

“Yes, I can, Demelza,” he said, kissing her finger tips.

“Gives us more time to plant a new climbin’ tree,” she said, trying to be practical.

“We have plenty of other trees for a little friend if we need them sooner.”

“Yes, yes,” she said and raised her head just a little. “Well, it may be too late for a bath but I’m going to have a shower.”

“Excellent idea,” he said and gave her a gentle push to help her sit up.

Ross knew she wouldn't be long and hurried downstairs to make her a cup of tea. That was another of their nightly rituals. She'd wait too long for it to cool then only drink a few sips before abandoning it on the bedside table. But it was a gesture of care that she seemed to appreciate. Tonight he considered pouring himself a whisky but doubted it would do anything to steady his heightened state.

He returned only a few minutes later and smiled at the trail of discarded clothes she’d left on the floor. He put the steaming mug down on the bedside table and began to fold her things, one at a time.

It was when the taps were shut off that he heard it: a beeping alarm coming from her mobile left on the dresser. She’d set a timer.

For three minutes.

“Demelza?” he called and, as usual, his worried voice sounded darker than he’d meant. He hoped she hadn’t relented and taken a test just for his sake. “Demelz…”

She came out of the bathroom wrapped only in a towel and switched off the alarm without making any eye contact. He felt his stomach drop and fought to contain a heavy sigh. It would be a long night for both of them now.

“I made you some chamomile tea,” he said. A piss poor consolation and he knew it.

“Thank you, Ross,” she said, then she turned and gave him a smile--her biggest and brightest smile, that lit the whole room. “Good choice…since I’ll need to be cuttin’ back on caffeine for a while.” She raised her brows playfully and gave a little hop.

“Demelza…” he began but she was already in front of him, her arms around his neck. It took him a second to catch up, then his own arms met across her back pulling her close. “Really? Are you sure?”

“Yes, no doubtin’ it. I can show you the wand if you don’t believe me,” she laughed.

“Oh my love,” he whispered. His cheeks were wet but whether that was from her hair or his eyes, he couldn't say. He felt her body vibrate with laughter and with joy as he held her close.

“I was wrong, Ross,” she said. “Even with this good news, I don't think I’m goin’ to be able to sleep tonight.”

“No,” he laughed. “I don't suppose you will.”

#poldark #poldark fanfic #lucretiassister #ross poldark #demelza carne #poldark modern au #pregnancy #fluff and romance

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mediocreauthor · 2 years

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The Tale of Sweet Summer Children, through songs

for Nana Week Day 1 - dreams / Ai shiteru (愛してる, “I love you”)

I've prepared a playlist for the most bittersweet couple of the series. And I want to explain how this playlist is constructed while giving my two cents about Hachi and Nobu's relationship.

First of all, here is the playlist:

Act I - Sweetest Summer

I adore Hachi and Nobu individually and together. I keep calling them 'Sweet Summer Children' because... their romance gave me that taste. Somehow how I feel about their love perfectly aligns with what they think about it too.

To quote Todd from Bojack Horseman; "it was nice while it lasted."

But make no mistake, even though it was short-lived Hachi and Nobu didn't share a superficial, forgettable bond. They really had chemistry, genuinely liked one another. They wanted to live up to each other's perception, Nobu wished to be more courageous, Hachi craved the innocence Nobu saw in her. This doesn't mean that they didn't actually know each other. One take I don't agree with is 'Nobu didn't actually know Hachi.' Or 'Hachi wasn't her true self with him'; when you love someone, the desire to be seen as more than you are comes naturally.

Nobu did idealize Hachi but the traits he loved was still authentic to Hachi. Her wit, kindness and beauty, Nobu was taken by these and if he failed to perceive Hachi clearly due to being mesmerized, it doesn't make his love any less meaningful. This is every relationship at the beginning.

I share the same sentiment for Hachi, she wholeheartedly loved Nobu. I think if things didn't get out of control so fast, Nobu was going to be the relationship Hachi was going to put most effort into. Not like 'I have to make this work' but 'I will stand by your side despite the obstacles because that's where I want to be' kind of effort.

So the first act of this playlist opens with My Favourite Fish because... if you listen to it, you will see the melody is exactly how Nobu and Hachi's pining friendship felt to me. That sweet, giddy, airy energy, like eating watermelons after a long day at beach. THE VIBES WERE IMMACULATE

The First Taste to Champagne Coast is for their first night and some days before, when Hachi chose Nobu. And I think the lyrics of The First Taste perfectly describes their rush, how they were irresistible to the other.

Act - 1.2 - Doubt Comes In or It Never Really Left

I added Normal Girl because first of all I never got over CTRL but also for Hachi's inner turmoil and insecurities. Nobu was and will always be the epitome of 'The Right Guy' to her, the guy who'd treat her right, carry her grocery bags, take her on dates however Hachi constantly felt undeserving of that kind of love. Nobu developed an inferiority complex towards Takumi and buried that deep in his heart but these eventually became the doom of their relationship. Insecurity and doubt walk hand in hand and when a surprise pregnancy joins: cue Without You and When am I Gonna Lose You.

The first act ends with Say Something (thanks @komatsunana for the suggestion 💖) and I think... yall know what scene I'm referring to.

Neither Hachi nor Nobu acted wrong that night.

Things could've of course a million different way however their entire world was turned upside down, existing insecurities paralyzed their hearts and the love they nurtured so quickly slipped out of their hands.

Act II - Gray Winter

aaaand then they are left with raw wounds of different kinds. Betrayal, disappointment, confusion, anger, pain of losing someone and the pain of losing the version of yourself when you were with them.

I picked Why Didn't You Stop Me? and Goodbye, My Danish Sweetheart back to back to show... how different Nobu and Hachi's initial reactions were.

Nobu believed Hachi betrayed him, didn't 'choose' him, his feelings of confusion and anger were jumbled together. At Reira and Shin's birthday, even though Hachi explains she never cheated on her, it has no impact on him. He says: you still chose Takumi. You didn't stop me. The song is reproachful and confused, a perfect reflection of Nobu.

We move onto Goodbye, My Danish Sweetheart; showing utter acceptance. I am sorry I am not better, I don't know how to be else. I am sorry I'm not the way you saw me, I really liked that version. I hope you remember me well because to me, there is nobody better than you. I believe it worked out for the best because you were too good for me anyways. Doesn't make it hurt less though. Thank you.

I will continue with 'Glimpse of Us' and 'It Should've Been Me' for Asami and Nobu's... entanglement. Asami - although deserved to be much more, was merely a band-aid. A band-aid that can't serve its purpose because you can't put it on a wound that is actually in need of stitches and time to heal. Asami and Hachi are both social, good looking women exuding joy. Imo, it's very purposeful Nobu was drawn to opposite type of Hachi first but still ended up with Asami.

But with one difference, Nobu doesn't put Asami on a pedestal or perceive her as 'innocent' because of the stigma around sex workers. Just like how Takumi accepting Hachi's 'flaws' comforted her, Asami's 'flaws' being so visible did that to Nobu. He was also trying to prove he wasn't idealizing women or playing hero. Can't say he did a very good job at that.

'Be My Mistake' is for when Hachi and Nobu eventually gravitated back towards each other, after Ren's demise. The demon lord didn't grace them with a proper goodbye or closure, from a relationship they were hopeful about. Both had to bury every feeling, tragedies happening one after another therefore all the pent up pain, love and anger resurfaced at the slightest scratch.

But what could've been a closure only refreshed memories, they still couldn't get over each other. Because they don't want to. They loved loving each other and losing that feeling would've been unbearable.

Act III - Late Spring

The never ending reminiscing of Nobu and Hachi. It's different than the break up, when everything was felt vividly. This pain is muted down, both understanding- hell, even agreeing with one another. They aren't the same as that summer, doesn't necessarily want to return either. But there is yearning and there is friendship.

I tear up when I think of future Nobu and Hachi, still lending a shoulder to each other, cracking jokes and choosing to maintain a connection. I love Nobu asks about Ren, buys gifts for Satsuki.

I find their - i assume very worked on - friendship more precious than their love. Because you did it. You wanted put every effort to cherish this person and even though the life didn't allow you, you found a way. You fought for your friendship instead.

The Act III begins with the 1 and you can count this also as third part of relationships in NANA as Taylor Swift song series because that was the song i was gonna make.

Let's go thorough the lyrics.

I'm doing good, I'm on some new shit Been saying "yes" instead of "no" I thought I saw you at the bus stop, I didn't though I hit the ground running each night I hit the Sunday matinée You know the greatest films of all time were never made

I want to make things clear: Nobu and Hachi aren't unhappy with their life and all the sadness is for Nana. They are missing her and feel her absence. But as cliche as it is life goes on, even without their best friend.

I guess you never know, never know And if you wanted me, you really should've showed And if you never bleed, you're never gonna grow And it's alright now

miss taylor, you did it again. you've described an emotion from NANA perfectly. The second line applies to both and I bet they think exactly this. To Nobu, Hachi went to Takumi. To Hachi, he let her go by immediately assuming she was being unfaithful. A break up so forceful that it shook them to the core and who were seen as most childish ones among the characters became the voices of reason.

But we were something, don't you think so? Roaring 20s, tossing pennies in the pool And if my wishes came true It would've been you i tried to create the energy of this verse with the playlist. if they were the ones who got to live under the same roof, as a family, the life would contain so much more joy. But the life they built separately brought so many other amazing, irreplaceable things. Their love is nothing more than a 'what if' anymore but that's not necessarily a bad thing.

In my defense, I have none For never leaving well enough alone But it would've been fun If you would've been the one

While we can't estimate how things would've played out, if Hachi waited just a bit longer to be with Nobu... maybe some things could've been avoided. It's a big possibility that Hachi'd believe that but also... even getting that small amount time was precious.

I have this dream you're doing cool shit Having adventures on your own You'll meet some woman on the internet and take her home We never painted by the numbers, baby But we were making it count You know the greatest loves of all time are over now

Manga ended with Nobu about to clash with Asami. In the future panels we see no indication he is with someone. i'd like to state that I am single. I think Hachi'd wish love and joy for Nobu no matter how bittersweet it would be. But here, last line is where it hits me.

You know the greatest loves of all time are over now

Ren and Nana was THE couple for them. Their devotion, natural harmony, how they fall back to each other with ease. They were soulmates, meant to be and now their story is a tragedy. The aftermath damaged their life so harshly, everything was changed.

And they are mourning for Nana and Ren's love more than their own.

I, I, I persist and resist the temptation to ask you If one thing had been different Would everything be different today?

How can you not? How can you not go over the possibilities over and over again? I dedicate this more to Nobu because there is also the possibility Takumi is the father of his child. That can't be something easy to swallow, to watch some bastard having the family, the life you might've had.

We were something, don't you think so? Rosé flowing with your chosen family

they had so much fun. treasured so many memories together with BLAST. what made their love so unforgettable was that sweet joy of belonging to a family.

A bunch of people who are yours, on purpose.

And it would've been sweet If it could've been me In my defense, I have none For digging up the grave another time But it would've been fun If you would've been the one

I close the playlist with 'Can You Remember the Rain' so that we think of these scenes and cry:

#nana week #komatsu nana #terashima nobu #i was just going to publish the playlist but it turned into this #so.... yeah #happy nana week!

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alright, here comes the long ass super personal and sentimental post absolutely nobody asked for (you’re welcome)

i watched episode 1 of bad buddy the day it aired (1 year ago today!) out of sheer luck. i dont even remember how i discovered it, but my initial thought was: “im bored. it’s 11pm and i dont want to go to sleep. this trailer looked fun. oh it came out today? sure what the fuck.” and i watched it in bed, on my phone. completely fucking unaware of what was about to happen to me and my life - and this honestly amuses me so much when i think about it because let me tell you...

i am NOT one to watch romance for romance’s sake. i really couldnt care less for it tbh. i’m not what i’d call a shipper at all (though i used to be, and if you remember my blog back then i owe you financial compensation bc tbh that whole spectacle exhausted me ANYWAY-).

romance is just something ive always preferred as a side dish to plot, bc i only tend to like it when it’s super well done, and ive never found any of it very realistic. this was actually pretty unfortunate for past me bc fun fact, i am a little bit of a hopeless romantic, and romcoms are my guilty pleasure. the problem is i also dont like any of them enough to care about them after ive satisfied my initial “i want to watch something cheesy and cute” urge. i’d seen a few other bl’s over the years but only bc i was bored or wanted to watch something gay, and none of them had ever stuck in my mind after i finished them. i actively avoided those fandom spaces so i definitely wasn’t keeping up with what was new.

(now listen, i have very specific thoughts on bl itself, but im not gonna get into that here (and actually miscellar said yesterday that the bl difference between 2020 and 2022 is unrecognizable and that basically sums it up so i dont have to lmao <3)).

- and ep1 of bad buddy is pretty typical bl! i adore this about it tbh because i was completely unprepared for everything the show was about to pull. my initial reaction was that it was something fun to look forward to every week.

so then-

I dont!! i dont even know how to explain it! ive tried too many times!

but it really is That Bitch, and truly feels like something i’d been waiting my whole life to see. a romantic comedy that was incredibly realistic in the sense of being overwhelmingly human, and also overwhelmingly queer. it’s so effortlessly fucking funny, while simultaneously a very (very very very) layered and emotional story. i will sing its praises to the end of time. it is quite literally the most well crafted show i’ve ever seen, and every time i rewatch it, or go back and reread old meta, im reminded that im not insane believing that. it just literally is that good. it’s such a simple story done so. extremely. well. it’s so ordinary, and that makes it extraordinary, and that was the intention from the start.

but i also have to say, one of the best things about having this show, is getting to be apart of the amazing community i found here loving it alongside me. bc i avoid fandoms. i stick to the places and the people/mutuals i know. i drift through edit tags more than i follow individual blogs. i block people like lightning. i have always had anons and replies off and i enjoy my privacy!!!

and i have talked to more people and made more friends and have had more fun this past year than i ever have before on this site.

it took me until after bb finished airing to start following people back, but by then i knew which blogs posted what and what i’d want to see more of on my dash - and there are still many many people im not following, or who arent following me, that i talk to! i love each of you so very much, and i want to do a couple special shoutouts, if thats okay. ♥️

SO, in no particular orderrrrrr:

@mrdumpling nuria you were the very first bl-centric blog to follow me, and as such gave me a little bit of a heart attack that day, because i knew you were a popular blog and i Was Not Ready For Attention lol. but im so glad you did! ik we don’t talk often, but i love lurking on your blog and following what you’re interested in, and most especially, sharing this show with you. to say your edits are beautiful is an understatement! i always love to see what you make!! 🧡

@actually-yikes SORA I MISS YOUUUUUU!!! 🌹 i love talking to you, i love bonding over warrior pran with you, i love the edits you make. i think you’re very funny and delightful. seriously. ...im kind of at a loss for words here bc you’re one of the blogs i went to the most while bb was airing, and the first person i followed after it ended. i really just think you’re wonderful, and idk how else to say it! ily!!!💕💕

@miscellar you have some of the best takes ive ever read, and you somehow seem to read my mind and write (in much better words than i ever could!) exactly what im feeling on so many different topics. i love reading your analysis, your criticism, and just in general whatever you have to say. you impress me very much tbh and im always a bit amazed whenever you talk to me. i love sharing meta with you! 💚

@pranparakul KATIIIEEE when you’re not on my dash i miss you. even if you’ve got posts in your queue ill be like 🥺 where’s katie? is she having a good day today? literally it doesnt matter what you post abt, bc your enthusiasm for whatever it is always makes me so happy. keep doing you <3♥️🌸💗💕💜🌸❣💗💜♥️💕

@snimeat GEI. okay we dont talk OFTEN but when we do we talk a LOT. your excitement is sooooooooooooo contagious and it always matches mine and i feel SO SEEN. i think your edits have such a mystical vibe to them...they always make me feel very wistful (in a very good way). luv u 💛

@pranpats Kit!!! your gifs are GORGEOUS. and you are one of the sweetest people on this site. you always say such lovely things in the tags, and i love occasionally coming to talk to you about gifmaking things. you are such a warm presence on my dash! 💜

and of COURSE @grapejuicegay - kk i think we speedran our friendship in the last 6 weeks. idk how we never really talked before, now that i know we were BOTH lurking on each other’s blogs this whole year. i don’t even know what to say that i haven’t already said in our dms. i fucking love talking to you. there are some people you just click with and im so glad you’re one of them. 💙💌💗💖💜💙💕💛♥️🌹💌💖💙💕

there are so many more of you i want to mention here!! and if you read this far please know im probably also thinking of you, and i want you all to know that i have loved every minute watching and sharing this show with you.

im constantly blown away by everyone’s kindness and how welcoming all of you are. this is truly my favorite place to be online. thank you for all the tags on my gifs and meta. thank you for being so warm.

im so happy this little show means as much to all of you as it does to me. happy one year everybody. 🎆🥂💚❤

#julian watches bb #long post #i SAID thered be emotional posts today and i MEANT IT #also huge shoutout to all my wonderful incredible and lovely mutuals and followers #who have stuck around while this show consumed my life #i love all of u i really do #and i love this show with my whole heart #its home to me <3

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Maybe you could do a Jiara one shot during Christmas where Kie give sJJ presents and a lot of it is clothes and JJ only got Kie ONE thing and now he feels bad and is embarrassed but when she opens the present, it brings tears to her eyes because it's the sentimental aspect of the present and she just loves it so much!

🎄💛First Christmas💛🎄

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It’s That Time Of Year Again, Christmas! The Most Magical Time Of The Year For All Pogues. Christmas Was Looking A Bit Different This Year. While They Didn’t Get The Treasure, They Did Have A New Friend & New Things To Treasure Instead.

Christmas was in a few days and all the Pogues wanted was to have a little get together later in the day after everyone else was done with their family celebrations. JJ was of course staying with John B so they were decorating with the few decorations they had.

John B: Okay well I hung up the lights last year so now it’s your turn.

JJ: What? I swear I did it last year! I still have the scar from when I fell off the ladder from doing it *he lifts his shirt*.

John B: That scar is from that motorcycle accident you had, and I know that because I was the one to patch it up, nice try buddy.

JJ pouted as he took his defeat and grabbed the Christmas lights to put on the roof. While he was doing that John B was putting some inflatable stuff outside as well.

John B: So uh question?

JJ: What is it?

John B: How are things with you and Kie?

JJ: As of right now things are fine. I texted her this morning and she’s really excited to spend Christmas with me this year.

John B: That’s so cute, look at all of us having someone to kiss under the mistletoe this year.

JJ: I’m just a little nervous though man.

John B: Why?

JJ: I don’t know what to get her, what if what I get her isn’t good enough?

John B: Dude just your presence brings the biggest smile on that girls face, I know you’ll think of something.

Before JJ could respond they saw Sarah pull up with more decorations.

Sarah: Merry almost Christmas my favorite boys!

She gets the decorations out the car and walks over to John B to give him a kiss.

John B: How’s my favorite girl?

Sarah: She’s great, just super excited for our first Christmas together.

John B: I am too.

JJ: Yeah this is too mushy for me, I’m gonna go into town and see what I can find for Kie. Sarah, has she given any hints on what she might want?

Sarah: No and I’ve been trying to get it out of her but she is keeping her lips sealed. Good luck though.

JJ sighs as he gets the keys to the Twinkie and makes his way to Kildare. He had no idea where he was going but he needed to figure something out. He had been saving some money for awhile and he is hoping it will be enough to give her some type of jewelry for her. He pulled up to the one place that sold the nice stuff and went inside…he immediately regretted that decision. Everything was automatically out of his price range and the worst part of all was that he saw this matching turtle jewelry earring and bracelet set that would’ve been perfect for her. Tears slowly formed into his eyes but then an idea formed into his head…it was worth a shot. He went up the counter and range the bell so he could have some assistance.

Duke: Hello, may I help you?

JJ: Yes you may, so is there anyway I can pay for this in monthly? Ya know instead of all at once?

Duke: Let me see…

With Kiara

Kiara’s POV

This is my first Christmas ever having a boyfriend and I’m ecstatic about it! In the past whenever I gave the boys their gifts I always had to keep it even so it looked like I wasn’t playing favorites. My first year with them was a nightmare because even though the prices were the same, all they cared about was the sizes of the gifts which resulted in a literal brawl between the three of them. But this year we are all in relationships so the pressure is no more! The main thing I’m giving JJ is clothes, I never noticed this before but a majority of the clothes he wears are his old work uniforms and it broke my heart to see that he didn’t own much of anything. He deserves so much more and I plan on doing that. He made do with everything he had and still managed to look hot, now he’d be looking ten times hotter and just the thought of that drives me insane. I’m about to dress my baby up…

Christmas Day

That morning Kie woke up to a cute text from JJ.

❤️Jayj❤️

Good morning and Merry Christmas Kie.

Can’t wait to get my kiss from you😉.

Kie couldn’t help but blush and roll over onto her face to calm herself down…the things this boy did to her. She responded back to him and got ready for this special day. She took a shower and put on a bit of Christmas makeup, it was really just a few dashes of red on her eyes and lips but it did her good. When she went downstairs her parents were already up and ready for the day. They had finally gotten used to the fact that she was a Pogue and since then everything has been great.

Anna: Good morning baby, Merry Christmas!

Kiara: Merry Christmas mom! You too dad.

Mike: Merry Christmas my love. What are your plans today?

Kiara: I plan on being with you guys during the day and when nightfall hits and everyone else is done with their family activities, me and my friends are meeting up at John B’s house to open the gifts we got for each other.

Anna: Okay that sounds like a solid plan. How does it feel having a boyfriend this go round?

Kiara: Moooooom!

Anna: What? I don’t mean to pry but this is a cute and big deal for you, even if you aren’t showing it to us.

Kiara: Okay you’re right, it is. I’m very excited and all of my gifts are already at John B’s place.

Mike: What did you get him?

Kiara: You’ll see when he comes over tomorrow.

Anna: Well I’m sure it’s going to turn out great, now lets begin our day out.

Kiara smiled as she made her way into the car and off they went. They did some more shopping, had a nice lunch with their extended family and opened up the gifts around 5. Once 6 o’clock hit Kiara was off to John B’s house and when she got there she was welcomed with a bunch of Christmas lights which shocked her. Everyone was outside waiting for her.

Kiara: Okay, who turned into God and said let there be light?

Sarah: Guilty!

Kiara ran to give Sarah a hug.

Sarah: I found these extra lights at my place and figured they were needed more over here.

Kiara: And you were correct.

After she pulled away from Sarah the rest of the gang went up to hug her, JJ however was waiting for his individual turn. When her eyes landed on his she rushed into his arms and he spun her around.

Kiara: Merry Christmas babe!

JJ: Merry Christmas! How was your day?

Kiara: Amazing now that I’m in your arms.

Cleo: Well ain’t that cute.

John B: Enough with the mushy stuff, LETS OPEN OUR GIFTS!!!

Everyone started cheering as they went inside to John B’s slightly refurbished living room. He had a makeshift tree that was filled with presents under it. Kiara went to the tree and picked up all the gifts she had for JJ and his eyes went wide when they realized those were his.

JJ: Wait…are those mine?

Kiara: Yes! All ten boxes.

JJ: Kie, this is so much.

Kiara: And you deserve it all Jayj, now come on open them!

JJ gave her a smile as he opened each present one by one. When he saw they were new clothes he started tearing up.

JJ: There is no way you bought me five outfits.

Kiara: Yes way Jayj…do you like them?

JJ: Kie these are perfect, you really know my style.

He doesn’t say that with the enthusiasm Kie was hoping for.

Kiara: JJ what’s wrong? You don’t sound too excited.

JJ’s breath was shaking because he was so scared to admit what a shitty job he did with their first Christmas this year.

JJ: It’s just that you gave me all of this and all I have for you is this…

He reached under the tree and grabbed the only box that was left under the tree. He gave it to her and walked out before she could open it in front of him.

Kiara: Jayj wait-.

She turned her attention back to the present, it had been neatly wrapped and personally she wanted to save the wrapping paper so she opened it with ease. Inside of it was six hand drawn pictures of the two of them and they were in a glass frame. Kie couldn’t believe her eyes.

John B: So that’s what he was working on.

Kiara: What do you mean?

John B: A few days ago he came back from town pretty upset. Next thing I know he was holed up in his room and wasn’t leaving it at all, not even to eat. I went in there when he was sleeping and saw all this paper out on the floor but I never saw the finished product.

Next thing she knew she was crying and rushing outside to JJ. She found him sitting in the hammock, she put the pictures down at the base of the tree and thrashed her body on top of his and cried some more.

JJ: Kie I’m so sor-.

Kiara: JJ what are you apologizing for?

JJ: The gift it’s-.

Kiara: It’s the best thing I have ever received in my life!

JJ: There is no way that’s true.

Kiara got up to go and get the frame and then sat herself in JJ’s lap.

Kiara: JJ…all the time and effort you put in this is what makes this the best gift ever. I always knew you were artsy based off of your Poguelandia flag but this…is absolutely perfect. I’m hanging it in my room right above me…so the first thing I will be waking up to are the best memories of us. This one was from our first date and this one was during Valentine’s Day. And this was when we had that surfing contest that I totally beat you in.

JJ: Hey we claimed that was a tie.

Kiara gave him a little nudge in the head before giving him the longest kiss ever. She sat the frame down beside them so she could use both of her arms to wrap them around his head. His arms wrapped around her waist and went up her back. Even though it was near dark, Kiara could still see the blush on JJ’s face when they pulled apart.

Kiara: JJ I love you, this has been the best Christmas of my life. I hate I’ve missed out on so many amazing JJ gifts.

JJ: I wouldn’t say amazing.

Kiara: Well I will…in fact I’m gonna shout it to the world.

Kiara got off the hammock and starting spinning and shouting.

Kiara: JJ MAYBANK GIVES THE MOST AMAZING GIFTS EVER!!

JJ: HELL NAH THAT’S KIARA CARRERA’S TITLE!! SHE GIVE’S THE BEST GIFTS!!

Kiara: NOPE, IT’S ALL YOU JAYJ!!

Kiara runs up to him and gives him another kiss. JJ taps her waist and that was her signal to jump and she did, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her and the gift back inside. Everyone was looking at them funny when they got back into the living room.

Pope: Is everything okay?

Cleo: Yeah it sounded like bloody murder out there.

Kiara: Everything couldn’t be better you guys.

John B: Ohhhhhh JJ *he says in a singsong voice*!

JJ: What?

Sarah: Look upppp *she matches John B’s singsong voice*.

JJ and Kiara looked up and saw they were up under the mistletoe. Kiara looked at him and gave him kiss me eyes.

JJ: Y’all might want to look away, this is about to be the kiss of a lifetime.

JJ dipped Kie down and kissed her with so much passion, there was tongue and all! This cause everyone to get grossed out and go outside while they were still kissing. JJ slowly lifted Kiara up, never breaking apart their kiss and brought his hands behind her head to deepen the kiss. Kiara’s hands were all tangled up in his hair and shirt. She was so entranced in this kiss she sorta lost balance and fell back a bit breaking the kiss but JJ caught her.

JJ: Kiara Carrera?

Kiara: JJ Maybank?

JJ: I hope you know that the best gift I could ever ask for this Christmas is you right?

Kiara: The same goes for you JJ. Next year I just want a day of you and I’ll be the happiest girl alive.

JJ: I love you Kie…Merry Christmas

Kiara: Merry Christmas Jayj…I love you more.

JJ: That’s impossible.

Kiara: No it’s n-.

JJ cut her off with another kiss which resulted in them both laughing in the kiss…this was a Christmas for the record books.

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multiverse-of-pizza-time · 2 years

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Guys, I need a minute

To talk about the absolute OUTPOURING OF LOVE I have received since starting this blog. Not only have I reached 50% of the following I received on my main blog ages ago, which I ran for YEARS to get that many followers, I have done so in the matter of just a month.

I credit this in large part to @doctorstrangeaskblog, who both encouraged me to give this whole thing a shot and who gave me a lot of exposure by sharing their well-deserved spotlight. I feel a bit as though I’m just riding on their coattails, so if you don’t follow them YOU SHOULD. GO DO IT.

To be perfectly up front, this was in my own mind going to be my “last hurrah” of RPing. A last chance to enjoy a hobby I have loved since I was about 11. Over the years people I have written with have come and gone, but I remember all of them. The things I’ve written with them mean an immeasurable amount to me. Within the last year or so, all my remaining threads had basically dried up, as most of my writing partners during the pandemic got back to their lives. I myself knew I would soon be busy with not one but 2 new jobs coming up. Still, I wanted to do use the time I had before then to do something I loved one more time before I gave it up for good. For ages, RPing has been a form of escapism for me from the struggles of my real-world life. It’s been a shelter and a source of inspiration and strength, as well as a way I’ve made a lot of friends over the years. Previously, I had been very private about RPing, since I honestly believed for so long I was a bad writer. Before this blog, it was something I did more privately on tumblr (without tags) or in Google Docs, and yes, back in the day, on MSN Messenger/ IM. At this point, I’m still not convinced I’m really a very good writer, but I am convinced other people at least find what I’m doing here fun, and that’s good enough. If other people get enjoyment out of what I make, I am happy to share it :).

That being said, this was never meant to take off like this, and I never could have predicted or expected it would... I fully intended to retire this blog quietly after my real job TM started, or even earlier.

But in truth I’m more excited about RPing than I have been in probably more than a year.

So... I’m not quitting for good. I’m not even planning to go on hiatus. Obviously as my workload changes I might not be on as frequently or able to write as much... but I’m having fun with this and I want to keep at it as long as I’m enjoying the ride. I hope I can continue to make content people like here, though I do have summer job #1 starting up next week... followed by a 2 week or so vacation out of the country, followed by more permanent job starting the week following that. 8′D (Not to mention part of me does want to produce some new content for that other blog, even if only as a labor of love.)

So in summary, I want to thank each and every one of you who has asked a question, reblogged, or liked something I’ve written. It’s incredibly validating to feel like this time and effort hasn’t just been the dying embers of my cherished memories of RPing and imagining and having fun with writing characters, but perhaps even just the beginning of the next step in that part of my creative journey. Oh, and especially to that person who sent me their extra Multiverse of Madness movie poster... a very special thanks to you, you know who you are <3. If I give up on finding love and just start a Benedict Cumberbatch-based religion, this is the first thing going in the shrine LOL XD

Lots of love to all of you, and again, from the bottom of my extremely sentimental and sappy heart, thank you all SO SO MUCH for giving me something to smile about. I’m glad I fell into this tumblrverse <3 - Callie (AKA Pizza-Mun)

#OOC #Thank you.#Sorry this is really long #But it had to be #<3

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violetueur-archive · 2 years

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GRAVE SUGGESTIONS ASK MEME » ACCEPTING

@fallesto asked: ‘ for once in my life i want to be surrounded by people that i don’t feel like i need to impress. ’

❝ Mm... I know... ❞ The peaceful look upon her face shifted, soft features hardening into melancholic empathy. They had taken a walk through the garden as per her request, huddled close to fend off against the bite of the chill, autumn air. Before long she’d found a particularly cozy looking spot and insisted they sit down to rest, after which she revealed her true intentions for coming out here despite the cold, when her hands had gently pulled him closer and maneuvered his head to rest upon her lap. It was clear that Reinhard had been under an unfathomable amount of stress, as he had been for practically his entire life, and though she was sure he was normally quite good at ignoring it, he had grown too comfortable in her presence to hide it. His smile could not fool her, but at this point she wondered if he even really wanted to. Deep down, he must’ve always longed for someone to see the truth and welcome it. To accept all his fears and selfish desires, and love him anyway.

In a way, Nicolette understood the sentiment, too. Felt it echo in her very marrow, an unspoken wish she’d carried since adolescence, when her path had been violently chosen for her. To be normal, free to live without the constant feeling of burning gazes upon her back. Their circumstances and burdens were not the same, but she was intimately familiar with that endless rift that expectation placed between oneself and others. Eyes implored as much as they judged while mouths pleaded to be saved. All it did was widen that endless chasm that separated the self from their duty. Possessing the strength to protect people was a blessing. To save lives was a great honor. But it was also a curse. It was exhausting.

Being a hero was not something to romanticize, as others seemed to think it was. Though she had never once considered herself as such, every demon killed only solidified the false image people had created of her in their mind, when she rescued them. Every bit of praise and gratitude became another crushing burden that grew heavier with time. She did not regret it, nor did hate their weaknesses, but in a way... she resented them. She was not a hero. She was just a woman. One who had been broken down but remained too stubborn to die. She was a victim, too. The only difference between her and the people she fought for, was that no one had shown up to save her. She’d been forced to save herself, and it had nearly destroyed her completely to do it.

❝ You must be so tired, my love... you’ve worked so hard. ❞ Her voice was soft and heavy with emotion, words sincere in their sympathy. Pale fingers gently soothed through crimson hair, nails lightly dragging over his scalp as she gazed down at him with great adoration. They wore the weight of their expectations differently— Reinhard’s in the extensive legacy of his family name as well as the despicable laws that seemed to begrudge his very existence, and her in the copious scars that forever marred her body, acting as visual proof for years of abuse and heroic deeds— but they bore it, all the same. Two people that suffered because of strength, once innocent children that had been handed a sword and told how to live. Irrevocably hurt by the people they should’ve trusted most. It was but another thread that connected them so profoundly. Tethered by shared trauma, and anchored through love.

❝ Maybe we should run away to someplace where no one knows us? ❞ The smile she gave him was soft, the suggestion light— said half in comfort, half in jest. Reinhard was unlikely to abandon his duty no matter how much it hurt him unless she commanded it. This, she knew, and there was no world in which Nicolette could ever make such a cruel demand of him. ❝ No matter what, I am here with you... ❞ The promise was whispered as a single digit fondly traced the shell of his ear, tucking some hair behind it. ❝ There is nothing that could tear me away from you, Reinhard. ❞

#fallesto #i'm weirdly really proud of how this turned out #and i just really really missed writing them #i've been so sad lately i needed to write something like this #↳ SHIP ; REINHARD VAN ASTREA || fallesto ❛ i would sacrifice it all to guide you / never have to battle alone ❜#↳ ASKS ❛ since you’re lookin i’ll put on a fuckin show ❜#↳ PRIVATE AU ; ISEKAI || ❛ fragments of a past that it wont let me forget / a blurry silhouettе ❜ ( fallesto )

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 2 years

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Hidey-Life

Tea, coffee and juice is all on the table everyone.

Hoo! Nice! Thanks Kuripa!

Did you remember to follow my instructions?

Sure did. Thanks by the way. I don’t brew coffee usually, so don’t expect it to be up to an incredible standard.

I expect it to at least be passable.

Dude, just promise me that you didn’t do the toilet stuff before you made the drinks?

I would have washed my hands or showered before then! But no, I’m gonna go do that now.

You sound eager. Can’t say I’ve ever heard someone sound so enthusiastic about cleaning out several people’s combined-

Ok, don’t make us all throw up breakfast!

No one said I was enthusiastic about it...But if a plumber can spend his life doing this kind of dirty work, then so can I.

Then I hope you know you don’t need to shoulder this responsibility on your own. You can always hand your chores onto us every now and then.

Thanks Boss. I am aware. But at the same time, I am basically freeloading off you guys. I don’t want to be dead weight.

Come on, you’re not dead weight, you never could be. You’ve helped us out plenty even before now.

Be that as it may, I’ve still gotta pull my weight even now. I’ll take care of it this time, ok?

Alright...

*Kuripa leaves the camper vehicle to go and clear out the refuse.

Ah, good morning Kuripa.

Ah, Bosswife-I-I mean, Mrs Naegi. Here you are. I thought you were still in bed.

Hehe. You can call me Bosswife if you want. I quite like the casual way that you address me.

Alright, well...there’s tea and coffee in the kitchen for you. O-Oh, and also here, I got something for you.

What’s this? A present?

A parcel that showed up earlier. I double checked it and it seems to be from Chihiro.

Thank you. Mind waiting a second just for me to confirm the contents?

Sure thing.

*Kuripa grabs a bucket and rubber gloves while Kyoko examines the parcel.

Hm. A coupon for a restaurant. Guess he wants to make sure we’re well fed.

He also left some kind of note. He said that this is basically a parting gift, since he’ll be deleting our general location from record.

Got it. Thank you for doing all of this Kuripa. I hardly usually find the time for these things, so I appreciate you making the effort.

Still, I am concerned you seem to be bending over backwards for all of us. We allowed you to come with us, but not to be our errand boy.

Um...isn’t that basically what I am to Boss though?

What I mean is there anything we can assist you with? Do you have any sorts of concerns you wish to get off your chest?

Me? No, I’m fine. Just happy being able to work for Boss, and the others too.

I don’t have some sort of bloodsworn obligation, or subject myself to a life of servitude or anything like that. I’ve just got a better life than I did before I met the guy, so I owe him.

If your current life is this frugal, I have to wonder what your previous experience was like.

You trying to pry?

So long as your not a suspect of a case, I’ve no reason to. I’m simply saying that I’m glad you feel comfortable with us. And whatever traumatic experiences you’ve been through are in the past now.

Oh...everything would be so easy were that true...

Sorry?

Nothing. Really, I appreciate the sentiment, but there’s nothing I really need outside of a home and a workplace.

You are still young, you know? You should still be enjoying life. You shouldn’t allow your past to overshadow that.

Of all people who could lecture me about not wasting my youth, it’s you? Seems kinda hypocritical.

You’ve got a point. But maybe I’m just saying you shouldn’t repeat my mistakes.

It is true that I’ve got my own personal vendetta against Zetsubou and Gyalusetsu, and...I don’t want to rest until I’ve collected both of their blood...

But this place that Boss and Mukuro gave to me is the only place I ever knew how to call home after I lost Kotoko. And now, even if it’s just for her sake after death, I’ve gotta try and keep it.

Bottom line is that I don’t feel like changing my ways, and I can’t promise I won’t cause trouble later down the line...but know that none of what I do is done out of spite for you, Boss, or any of the Future Foundation.

I see...I will keep that in mind.

???: Um...excuse me?

Huh?

Hm?

*As they have their conversation, a mysterious man suddenly approaches Kuripa and Kyoko.

???: Excuse me...are you perhaps Kyoko Naegi? Formerly Kyoko Kirigiri?

Why...?

...

*Kyoko and Kuripa are immediately put on guard.

???: Please! There’s no need to be so on edge. I’m not your enemy.

*The stranger pulls something out of his pocket and shows it to them. A familiar looking badge.

A badge? You’re...Kisaragi Foundation?

Kisaragi: Yes, I’m part of a foreign offshoot of the Kisaragi Foundation in Japan. I tracked you down and came to find you under orders of Tsurugi Kinjo himself.

The hell does your boss want with us? Why don’t you go back to him and tell him to fuck off and mind his own business?

Kuripa!

Kisaragi: Mr Kinjo was merely concerned for you, and wanted to make sure you were still alright. Don’t worry, we don’t plan on stalking you or keeping you on a leash. At most, we’ll come to periodically check on you.

And like I already said, he can fuck off...! We’re Future Foundation, not his lapdogs.

I wouldn’t put it as crudely as my associate here, I do agree with the basic argument. If Mr Kinjo continues to monitor us, that will just draw more attention to us. We would like to avoid it if possible.

Kisaragi: Yes, but Mr Fujisaki officially gained Mr Kinjo’s cooperation, so temporarily, the Future and Kisaragi Foundation’s are combining into one and sharing each other’s facilities, providing each other troops, etcetera. Mr Kinjo would like to be well informed of your current status.

If you can deliver a message back to Mr Kinjo, then please tell him to relinquish his need for regular checks. We could frankly do without them.

Kisaragi: Very well ma’am. I’ll do just that. I’ll leave you to enjoy your morning, but just one more thing before I do.

Make it quick.

Kuripa!

Sorry...!

Kisaragi: Lately, our precinct has been doing some hired work for a very large financial conglomerate. They seem to have been targeted lately by a band of miscreants whom they’ve been unable to catch.

Miscreants?

Kisaragi: Unfortunately that’s all I know of the situation, but from what we can gleam, they appear to have several offenses against this corporation, Fang Inc. in particular. There are multiple cases of property damage, theft and otherwise on their backs. I’m not hiring you for a case or anything, but I’m just asking a favor. Keep an eye out, and if you see anything, please let us know.

*He turns to leave.

Kisaragi: I think I’ve wasted enough of your time. Have a good day.

*Kuripa and Kyoko watch him leave.

Well, THAT was something...

Great...Now we’ve got a heist squad? Why is it we can’t go anywhere without something cropping up?

Let’s just hope we don’t end up running into any trouble...

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #danganronpa 1 #dr1 #oc #makoto naegi #kyoko kirigiri #aoi asahina #yasuhiro hagakure #byakuya togami #kuripa kurafto #into the ocean arc

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forjongseong · 1 year

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PART 9! HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Jay mopping the floor, using the mop handle like a microphone stand.

we already KNOW thats him irl dhsjakdhajk

“Let me love you,” he sang, dipping you and kissing your collarbones. “Good morning, my queen.”

me giggling all ugly and shit MORNING JAY

He’s really a malewife at this point, you thought.

MALEWIFE DHSJAKDHAJK teach me how to make mine one too

“I checked last night and I think you’re running out of pads, but I forgot which one you use,” Jay explained, stepping closer to the shelf of pads. “Is it this one?” He asked, pointing to a pink packaging.

no really, jay. HOW DO I TEACH MY BF THESE MANNERS? THANKS

“Because being a woman is fucking expensive, love,” you chuckled as you replied to him.

DUDE this is so true. pads are fucking expensive. i said the exact thing to my man too when we had to run to the store to buy me some dhajskdhjakdhak he was so shocked at the price ):

You laughed at his reaction and gave him a pat on his shoulder. “You’re a good man, Hwi. If you’re dating someone, let me know. I need to make sure she’s not taking advantage of my assistant.”

I WILL NEVER TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THIS BEAUTIFUL MAN OMFG DONT DOUBT ME

“Jay,” you whispered, “I don’t think I have the energy to do anything.”

GIRL SSSSHHHHH HE WANTS IT HE WILL DO IT

“You mean like… somnophilia?” Jay asked.

THE WAY I FUCKING GASPED WITH MY JAW DROPPING. THE QUEEN HAD SPOKEN INTO THE MIC, JAY. DO AS THE QUEEN SAYS AND STFU

Jay closed his eyes and bit his lips, almost as if he was imagining it happening. “Please don’t judge me, but that actually sounds hot.”

JUDGING U, JAY e_e

“Because you should give people the stuff that you like,” you answered, remembering that it was a lesson your parents taught you when you were young. “I’ll finish the gingerbread latte.”

“It’s okay, baby, I’ll drink that one.”

THE WAY WE TALKED ABOUT THIS SCENE WHEN U WENT AND GRABBED BOTH DRINKS TOO omfg nana now seeing jay in display im crying bye

“Oh, it feels nice to be called appa by a daughter,” he said, placing a hand over his chest sentimentally. Jay rolled his eyes and just dragged his father to the front door.

LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO JEALOUS JAY I AM WHEEZING

“Sweetheart.” Jay’s mother turned to face you, wiping her hands on her apron before she put her hand under your chin to tilt your face up. “You’re not letting anybody down as long as you love him. And believe me, he adores you.”

from experience, FELT. you never wanna disappoint anyone and try so hard to learn to do something for the one you love. and sometimes, you feel like you have no one to turn to or tell to even though you should be able to tell that certain someone. fhjaskdhjak sorry for blabbering T_T like myself for example, i was really afraid to be a part of my bf's family when he proposed. i was scared that i wasnt going to live up to anyone's expectations. but his mother really helped me because i didnt have my mom to teach me while growing up and i didnt know how to do anything. so im very thankful for all of this hdjaskdhjak OKAY ENOUGH ABOUT ME

“I’ve noticed that you’ve been slapping my ass quite often,” you commented, taking a cotton pad and drenching it with micellar water. “Do you like it that much?”

“Can’t really blame me. You’ve got a cute ass,” Jay shrugged, reaching for the remote.

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH THE ASS SLAPPING SCENE DJAHSJDKASHAHAHAHA I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT

At the same time, Jay spotted you from a distance, and he sent you another text as he smiled, keeping his eyes on you.

I GUSHED AND MELTED AND SCREAMED SO LOUD HAHA

“Guys,” she said, flipping her hair back to look at the rest of the group. “Jay’s auntie is here to pick him up.”

NO WONDER SHE'S AN EX-GF LMAO BYE BITCH

Jay moved to shield you from their stares and gave you a warm smile. “I’ve talked with them enough. I’d rather keep you company now. Two minutes, okay? Don’t go anywhere.”

S T A N D A R D <- DONT TALK TO ME IF U AINT JAY

“Baby?” Jay sat up, watching as you made your way to the kitchen.

BABY T_T im sitting back down

He moved closer to you and took your hand, bringing it up to his lips for him to kiss.

WHO PUT ONIONS IN FRONT OF ME?

“For the first part, you can say my parents raised me well,” Jay explained. He put his finger under your chin and tilted your head up. “And for the second part, I just watched a lot of porn and romance movies, to be honest.”

HAHAHDSHAJKDHAJKDHAJKS SHUT UP JAY IM WHEEZING

“I read a lot of smut,” you said, matter-of-factly.

THE EXPOSURE SADFGHJK BYE

“I’m gonna go shower, and if you’re still working by the time I’m done, I’m gonna get mad,” Jay said. He leaned in to kiss the top of your head before disappearing. You just smiled and continued to work.

ouuuuu so scary~

“Your hands can continue to be occupied,” Jay said, his hot breath tickling your thighs. “Please stroke my hair.”

BRUHHHHHHH omfg ofc jay anything for you!

“That’s sexy,” Jay commented. You just raised your eyebrows and nodded. “You’re sexy.”

THIS IS SENDING ME BYYYYYYYYYYYE I AM GONE NOW

“But wear the kimono again,” he requested. “It’s a great color on you.”

#TEAMFERAL

“You made me wait for sex for two days?!” Jay spat.

THE WAY I LAUGHED BECAUSE HIS ASSHAT DHJASKDHJASK HE DIDNT ASK EARLIER LMAO

The actual late-night snack can wait.

CRYING YELLING PUKING

NO BECAUSE I ALREADY FORGOT WHAT I WROTE HAHAHAHHA READING THIS MADE ME THINK A LOT LIKE what scene is this??? did this happen??? KAJHDSJKASHDSA

glad some parts are relatable! sometimes when I write I worry if the scene is too perfect or too good to be true but then comments like yours remind me that LIFE IS LIKE THAT sometimes

NOW GO DESTROY PART 9.5 BEFORE I RELEASE PART 10

#nanaanswers #nanafeedbacks #fic: al caer la noche #from.genie

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Its starting to get really tiring for me everytime that I end up unintentionally venting out my feelings to my sibling(who will never understand how it feels) because this to me feels like im only partially expressing it and not the whole entirety of it and there's no closure to it. Like I know not all thoughts have to be resolved or offered with a solution but I dont feel comfortable that I do it and then I just get nothing in return. There's no depth the same way I've vented with the way those thoughts are reciprocated and it is tiring to receive this kind of energy everytime and it sucks that I somehow still have that tiny bit of hope that maybe they still could be able to reciprocate that. And that I keep waiting and hoping for so long even though I had given up on that hope and given it another change time and time again. Really really hoping someone would really get to do that and be on-level with me, understand how all of that works and embrace that aspect of me instead of using the same tiring words that only invalidates what I feel. I am tired of doing it all over again and listening to those words ever again and there is no progress on their side, or any changes in how they treat and know me. Maybe that's why I gave up on having friends and sharing stuff to my family. I hate wasting all those thoughts and reiterating, repeating, re-conveying all those sentiments in detail and they cant give an ounce of understanding of what Im struggling with. They dont understand that I am not normal. Its something in me that's been there all along that they forced or had been forcing me to conceal without knowing. Its frustrating. I've only realized I'm neurodivergent last year and I dont think I've been having any progress with how i plan to not hide it anymore. I dont know but that's something depressing to think about. I often get these feelings dismissed all the time, Its frustrating.

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amarbell123 · 4 months

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THE GOLDEN ROSE Chapter 2

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come along?” Adora asked for the tenth time that day. “Yes Adora. Yes I’m sure.” Adora crossed her arms over her chest and pouted at her sister. “But what if something happens to you? You might never come back and I’ll never know what happened to you..” Mara moved up to her and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Good. Then you won’t come after me and end up dying like an idiot.” That made Adora give her a death glare and look away, pushing Mara away from her.

Mara sighed, rubbing her arm awkwardly. “Adora..” Her sister didn’t acknowledge her. “Just take care of yourself okay? I should be back in a week..” Once again, no response.

Suddenly, Mara’s face lit up with a smile. “Hey.. You remember those really pretty white roses mom used to bring back after her trip to that village every time?” Adora’s face lit up with joy as well. “Yeah! I do! They lasted for years!” “I’ll bring back one for you. Deal?” Adora hugged her tightly. “Deal. Love you!” “Love you too sis..”

Adora walked her sister to her cart, attached to the only horse they owned, Swift Wind. Being the only horse they had, he was Adora’s favorite. Adora would trust her life with that horse, and so it made her feel a bit better that he was going with Mara.

“Take care of her, okay?” She said to him with a smile. Mara rolled her eyes at that. “He will, now that you’ve told him..” She leaned down and gave Adora one final kiss on the forehead. “Bye blondie..” Adora stepped away as Mara started to ride the cart, waving at her. “Bye!”

~ Rain was pouring down from the clouds in a heavy haze, it was making visibility quite difficult, a sentiment shared by Swift Wind, who let out an irritated huff at being forced to walk through this rain.

It was making Mara quite upset. The one chance she got to finally make life for herself and Adora better was constantly being thwarted. She would never get such a chance again for another year or so. Another year of worrying about money.

Mara couldn’t let that happen. Determined, she pressed on. She needed to do this. For her sister.

The rain did eventually slow down into a calming rhythm, and Mara was able to keep going quite smoothly. That gave her hope that maybe, just maybe, she could make it through this.

“We should be there in about an hour’s time, Swifty..” She said affectionately to the horse. Swift Wind huffed in response, and Mara rolled her eyes. He could be quite stubborn sometimes, but she would be too if she was being forced to ride in the rain.

Suddenly, Mara heard a menacing snarl, one that made her stop her cart and look around. It was pitch darkness, and with the rain, she wasn’t able to see anything. Shaking, she picked up her flashlight and shined it in the forest in an attempt to search for what made that sound.

She didn’t see anything.

She got down from the cart and continued to look around, Swift Wind let out a low whine for that. “I won’t go too far, Swifty.. I promise.” She said to him, looking around the forest.

Yet another growl could be heard, this time from behind her, panicked, Mara turned back, shining her flashlight in the area. What she saw made her blood run cold.

Wolves.

“It’s raining. You used to love watching the rain. Are you sure you don’t want to join us?” The princess continued to stare at the fire blankly. “No. I’m good. You can go and do so, though, go and have some fun.”

Angella sighed, pushing the tea cart forward to be closer to the princess. “Come on.. You’ve been brooding for the last three years.” She looked over at the rose in its glass case. “You don’t have much time left.. At least enjoy the last few months of your life.. That’s what your mothers would have wanted.”

“You don’t know what my mothers want.” The princess hissed at Angella. “They’re gone. Long gone. I don’t want to hear them mentioned ever again!” She got up, anger clear on her face as she towered over the tea seat. “Am I clear?” Angella simply looked to the floor. “Yes your majesty..”

A feather duster gracefully floated into the room, landing on the tea set with a dramatic flourish. The princess rolled her eyes. “I saw something which might interest you, princess.” At that, she raised her eyebrow. “Oh really? Do tell.” “I saw someone arrive at your palace, right now.” That made the princess’s ears flatten against her head. “Who was it?” “A young woman.”

#shera #catradora

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keamyeon · 6 months

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state of mind at 110723 0:20

getting anonymously acknowledged while staring into space during online classes for an essay i wrote weeks ago triggered my ego a bit. these days, i had been thinking that i had good potential of being a writer, despite my poor vocabulary skills. having billions of thoughts about my own life and being able to put them down into words gives me a sense of satisfaction, being well-aware that what i just said is self-explanatory and 'normal-human-being' understandable. i do not have sentiments over the course subject nor the professor at all, but i only liked the ideas of personal essays. it asks you questions that nobody actually asks but you'd love to talk about. you want me to know my ideal marriage and family? i'd gladly tell you. i could write a 100-page essay if you required me to (don't though, please). anyway, the moment made me dive into another essay i made talking about my vocational path story, and my november 7th self just finds my previous self's mind so genius.

so what should a girl do?

create a blog to post the essay alongside many others soon, where you have the full permission to be completely serious without feeling the need to insert humorous side comments to lighten the tone in case an irl reads it and thinks, "wow, this is so different from how she expresses herself in reality".

given my self-proclaimed smooth introduction to this blog, i will now be leaving the oh-so-relatable essay... because i wrote it myself.

Ever since I was a child, I was always fascinated seeing people older than me find their passion or calling in life. Whatever path they took, I found them cool and wondered how I would eventually find my own someday. I didn’t think much about it, brushed it off, and thought that it was my older self’s problem to worry about. As I got older, I was only living and enjoying life with what was given in front of me. During my early teenage years, I found it difficult to join school clubs because I really didn’t know what I wanted to do and ended up joining wherever my friends went – so at least I wasn’t alone. When it was time to choose a strand for senior high school, I chose to go for the strand that was aligned to the path that my late father took, initially wanting to honor him in that way. Then came the period where we had to apply to universities and colleges with our decided course. As I didn’t grow up wanting to become something or even be part of a certain school, I was confused and lost. While pondering over this, I thought about the path that I told myself I would take to honor my father – which was becoming a programmer. I hesitated to take it – I thought that I wouldn’t truly enjoy doing it. I looked at my friends in that same path and I saw that even though they would complain about the hard work, it was still something they stood by for and never gave up on – because of passion, perhaps. I felt different, and so I was made to look back at my past and question myself if there was something I really loved or was interested in – something that I thought I had potential in, with hopes of finding what would be worth taking. It was then when I remembered that during my childhood, I always loved playing with pictures, graphics, and videos. I enjoyed editing for fun – since I was just a little kid who stayed at home, always stuck with their family computer as a way of passing time. I really enjoyed doing that and explored multimedia arts. Realizing how interesting it was, I thought that maybe if this is what I took, it would be something worthwhile. As I am now writing an essay under this course as a student in this college, you may now predict what happened next. However, I chose to make that decision roughly three years ago. Being seventeen and twenty is totally different – especially when you get exposed to such talented, skilled, and hardworking art students. I knew from the start that I lacked the artistic skills – making this decision was all based on a phase that I had from my childhood, and never chose to pursue or develop during my high school years. Today, I will admit that I have doubts about this path I took. While this course is so much fun, and most of the time the hard work is worth it, given my progress and skills, I don’t know if this is something that would help me last long and sustain myself in the future. Nonetheless, there are things still clear to me. First of all, it is given that I have a trait of being indecisive, but as much as a human can do, I can only do so much. Secondly, I may not have a practical dream as people around me have, but I do have a dream of what type of life I want to live.

I dream to be one of the cool adults that my childhood self looked up to – independent, passionate, and hardworking. I want to enjoy whatever I decide to do from now on – whether I will focus on a path in multimedia arts, or even if I deviate from this. With much more importance, I just also want to choose the path where God directs me to be. Surely, that way will lead me in fulfilling the purpose ultimately designed for me and help me become what I wish and need to be.

#blogger era #personal essay #college #being twenty

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