#and don't you DARE MeNTION the forbidden song....

[mononijikayu]

triassic love song — gojo satoru.

“They were together until the very end.” you said softly, your voice carried by the gentle wind. “I hope they’re still together, wherever they are.” The tall man took a deep breath, turning his head to look at you. For a moment, his blue gaze seemed distant, as though he were seeing something—or someone—far beyond the present. But then his lips curled into a small, sad smile.  “They will be, you know?” he replied quietly, his voice deep and filled with a quiet conviction. “Some loves are strong enough to last forever. They…they transcend, even time.”

GENRE: alternate universe - reincarnation au!;

WARNING/S: edo japan era, nsfw, angst, fluff, romance, hurt/comfort, engagement, hurt, physical touch, implied character death(s), natural disaster(s), mourning, pain, grief, happy ending, depiction of natural disaster(s), depiction of suffering, depiction of character death(s), depiction of violent destruction, depiction of grief, depiction of suffering, mention of implied character death(s), mention of death(s), mention of suffering, mention of destruction, mention of earthquake-related destruction, fiance! gojo, fiance! reader, reincarnated! gojo, reincarnated! reader;

WORD COUNT: 8.6k words

NOTE: this song has ruined me beyond understanding. paris paloma, your album was just insane like im sorry. the fact that she wrote a song about the triassic cuddle inspired me to write something similar and i just??? i can't help myself. ive been so crazy about this song that i just decided, you know what. this is great. this is just something i would in fact like to bawl my eyes out writing. and i did. i did that. and i hope you cry with me and enjoy it. anyway, i love you all so much <3

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IT WAS ENJOYABLE TO BE TOGETHER. IIt was forbidden to be together at this time, with the curfew in place, but you couldn’t help yourself. Not when it came to him. The world outside was still, bound by rules meant to keep order, but within the quiet sanctuary of your family estate, the constraints of the outside world seemed distant and unimportant. Inside, warmth and anticipation filled the air, thick as the lingering scent of incense that wafted through the halls. The soft glow of lanterns bathed the room in a warm light, casting shadows across the delicate shoji screens, and reflecting off the polished wooden beams and traditional tatami mats beneath you.

Gojo Satoru sat beside you, his presence magnetic as always, but tonight, something was different. His signature smirk still played at the corners of his lips, and his bright, sparkling eyes glimmered with mischief. But beneath that playfulness was an undeniable depth, a new layer of emotion that wasn’t there before—an unspoken excitement, a shared understanding that you were no longer just childhood friends.

You were now betrothed.

Bound by the ties of engagement that your noble families had arranged, it felt as though a long-awaited dream had finally come true. And though you had known each other all your lives, this new bond between you carried a weight of its own, something that made your heart race in a way you hadn’t expected. The happiness you felt was undeniable, shared in the way Satoru’s hand occasionally brushed against yours, in the subtle glances that said everything words couldn’t.

“You’re quieter than usual, don't you think?" Satoru remarked with a teasing lilt, his voice soft but carrying an undercurrent of something more serious. He leaned in slightly, his gaze locking onto yours, as if daring you to speak first.

You smiled, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks under his intense scrutiny. “I could say the same about you, hm?” you replied, trying to match his teasing tone, though your voice betrayed the flurry of emotions swirling within you.

Satoru chuckled softly, leaning back on his hands, eyes never leaving yours. “Well, it’s not every day you get engaged to your best friend!” he said, his tone light, but his expression softened as his usual bravado gave way to sincerity.

That sincerity took your breath away, and for a moment, the reality of the moment hit you fully. You weren’t just sneaking out to spend time with him as you had countless times before. This was different. This was a promise, one sealed by the love you’d always shared but never fully acknowledged until now.

“I’ve been waiting for this, you know?” you admitted quietly, your eyes meeting his. “For us to be more than just... childhood friends.”

Satoru’s playful demeanor softened even more, a rare seriousness taking over his expression as he reached out to take your hand in his. His fingers were warm, and the simple gesture sent a shiver down your spine.

“Me too.” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “For a long time.”

For a few moments, neither of you spoke. The world outside was still and silent, but inside this room, the air seemed alive with the energy between you. The gravity of the situation settled in—this wasn’t just a fleeting moment. It was the beginning of something much bigger, something that both excited and terrified you.

“You always did like breaking the rules.” you teased lightly, trying to ease the tension, though your heart pounded in your chest. “Staying out past curfew, sneaking into my room like this...”

Satoru grinned, his usual confidence returning. “I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t, right?” he quipped, though the softness in his gaze lingered. “Besides, how could I stay away from you tonight? Our first night as an engaged couple... I had to be here.”

You laughed, but it was a soft, breathless sound, the kind that came when words failed to fully capture the emotions coursing through you. “I’m glad you’re here, Satoru.” you whispered.

He smiled, that warm, heart-melting smile that was reserved just for you, and for a moment, it felt like nothing else in the world mattered. Not the rules, not the expectations placed on you by your families, not even the looming responsibilities of your engagement. It was just you and him, sharing a quiet, intimate moment that you knew you would cherish forever.

“I brought something for you.” Satoru said after a brief pause, reaching into his sleeve and pulling out a small bundle of paper. “I wrote these for you.”

You blinked in surprise, watching as he carefully unfolded the papers. “Poems?”

He nodded, the tiniest hint of embarrassment coloring his cheeks, something you rarely saw from him. “Yeah, don’t laugh!” he added quickly, though the look in his eyes told you he trusted you completely. “I’ve been working on them for a while...”

You took the papers from him, your fingers brushing his as you did. The sheets were neatly folded, each one carefully written in his distinct handwriting. It touched you deeply to know that he had taken the time to craft these for you, that he had poured his heart into something so personal. Something for you, with all his love.

You looked up at him, your heart swelling with affection. “I could never laugh, my dearest.” you said softly, your voice sincere. “Thank you, Satoru.”

"I made these for you, my beloved." he whispered, pulling out one of the carefully folded parchment from your grasp and unfolded it. "Listen to me, alright?"

His slender fingers traced the delicate paper before he began to read softly, his voice like a gentle breeze:

"Beneath the cherry bloom, I wait  

for you, a light that never fades.  

In silence, your name takes root in my soul—  

a promise written long before time."

His tender words wove into your heart, each syllable filled with the love he had always held for you, now finally given shape. You leaned against him, feeling the warmth of his body seep into yours, comforted by the sound of his heartbeat that matched your own excitement. The future felt certain, and the night was perfect. You kept listening to his voice, letting it guide you into the tender slumber of the night.

Satoru leaned closer to you, watching your expression, his bright blue eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and affection. Your orbs gazed at the tender strokes of his writing.

His calligraphy had always been so beautiful, but to form such words in order to capture not just the feelings he had for you, it was even more beautiful. And to have him read it with such affection, such love — for you and only you…..what could be more beautiful? What could be more perfect, more delightful?

But then, the ground beneath you shifted, a low rumble reverberating through the tatami mats. At first, it was subtle, almost imperceptible, but within seconds, the shaking intensified. It was subtle at first, a low rumble that made the lanterns flicker.

Satoru paused, his brow furrowing. Before you could ask, the ground shook violently, and the delicate house groaned under the pressure. Screams erupted from other rooms, echoing through the halls as the tremor grew stronger.

"Satoru?" you whispered, your heart suddenly pounding in your chest, not from love, but from fear.

He was already moving, his hand gripping yours tightly. “Stay with me, my beloved.” he commanded, his voice steady, though his eyes flashed with a seriousness you had never seen before. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

The room shuddered violently as the earthquake hit full force, and you could hear the distant crashing of objects falling in other parts of the house. Screams erupted outside even louder—voices of your family, the servants, all caught in the chaos of the sudden disaster. And then all the sudden, it was eerily quiet. And that made your heart drop to your stomach 

For a moment, you thought that it would finally be over. But then, the earth beneath you trembled once more. You squealed as Satoru let his body encompass your own with the enveloping of his whole body on yours as the world crashed against you both. The walls were swaying left and right, the roof tiles were shattering one after another. It was chaos.

"Hold on to me. Don’t lift your eyes." he said, his voice calm but firm, even as the world quaked around you. “I’ll protect you.”

You clung to him, your heart pounding in fear as the floor shifted beneath your feet. His grip was unyielding, pulling you closer until there was no space between your bodies, shielding you from falling debris as the shaking intensified.

“I’ve got you, my beloved.” he murmured into your hair, his voice steady despite the chaos around you. “D–don’t worry.”

You feared when he stuttered, that he had gotten hurt. But he did not falter. His fingers gently stroked your back, trying to calm your trembling as the earthquake raged on. You could hear the distant crashing of porcelain and wood, your ears ringing from the harsh sounds of the destruction. But in his arms, you felt an odd sense of safety amidst the destruction. Because it was your Satoru holding you, protecting you. Because you’re together. 

As the tremors finally subsided, Satoru’s grip on you loosened slightly, but he didn’t let go. His breath was shaky, and when you looked up at him, you saw a rare flicker of fear in his usually carefree eyes. He swallowed hard before giving you a small, reassuring smile. You were still stunned, your head shaking as you tried to make sense of the world.

"Seems like the earth itself wanted to remind us of its power." he joked softly, though the tension in his voice betrayed him. He was just as afraid, perhaps even pained by some injury he would never show you. “We’re….we’re alright, my beloved. Don’t worry.”

You let out a breathless laugh, still clutching his robes as you pressed your forehead against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. The night was no longer perfect, but in that moment, with Satoru holding you close, it felt like nothing could tear the two of you apart—not even the earth itself.

The earth, which had momentarily stilled, seemed to shift again beneath you, this time more violently.More catastrophic, more angry and volatile. You screamed as you held tightly to him, his body wrapping itself against you once more. The walls of your room groaned, beams creaking as the tremors returned with a vengeance, fiercer than before. The floor shook so hard you could barely keep your balance, even in Satoru's arms.

He pulled you even tighter against him, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, “Stay with me. Don’t let go.”

You could feel his muscles tensing beneath his robes, his usually easy going demeanor replaced by something more protective, almost desperate as his entire body forced itself to become a shield against anything against you. What remained standing of your ancestral home rattled more easily around you, dust falling from the ceiling in thick clouds. Outside, the screams grew louder, more frantic as the destruction worsened. Perhaps, it wasn’t even your family any longer. Perhaps it was the town, perhaps it was a neighboring village. You do not know anymore. And that’s what frightened you even more.

You could hear the unmistakable crash of something heavy—perhaps a roof beam—collapsing nearby. Suddenly, a deafening crack split the air. The wide, elaborate shoji doors rattled on their frames before they were blown open by the force of the quake. Your own room felt like it was being torn apart piece by piece. One of the wooden beams above groaned under the strain and, without warning, splintered and fell, hurtling toward the two of you.

Your beloved Gojo Satoru reacted in an instant, pushing you down and covering you with his body just as the beam crashed into the floor where you’d been trying to stand. The air was thick with dust, and the scent of earth and shattered wood filled your lungs, choking you. You shook as your eyes slowly opened to see your fiance pinning you down with his body shielding you.

“Satoru!” you gasped, your hands gripping the front of his robe, desperate to make sure he was unharmed.

“I’m fine, my beloved.” he muttered, though you could hear the strain in his voice. His arm was still braced above you, shielding you from any further debris. His other hand cupped the back of your head, pressing you into the crook of his neck. “We need to move. The house isn’t going to hold.”

You nodded against him, heart pounding in terror. Everything felt surreal, like a nightmare you couldn’t wake from. The childhood home that had always felt so safe, so untouchable, was crumbling around you, and the only solid thing left was Satoru. He was all you had, you think. Everything…Everything was gone. Your body was shaking. 

He pulled you to your feet, guiding you toward the door, but just as you reached it, another powerful tremor sent the ground pitching beneath you. You fell forward, and Satoru caught you, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you close as the floor buckled and cracked beneath your feet. You could feel the splintering wood beneath your sandals, the whole structure of the house breaking apart beneath the relentless force of the earthquake.

“Satoru, we need to get out—” you started, but your voice was drowned out by the sound of another beam collapsing behind you, followed by a sickening crash from outside the room.

“I know, I know.” he said, his voice tight with focus as he scanned the surroundings. "We’ll find a way out. I promise."

He led you toward the door again, but just as you stepped forward, the entire room seemed to tilt. The floor caved in with a horrific crack, and suddenly, you were falling. Satoru’s grip tightened as you both plummeted into darkness, the floorboards and debris collapsing into the space below.

“Are you hurt?” Satoru’s voice cut through the chaos, his hand cupping your face gently as he pulled you close, checking for injuries in the dim light. His fingers trembled slightly, betraying the fear he usually kept hidden so well.

“I’m okay,” you gasped, though your body felt battered and sore.

He exhaled in relief, his forehead pressing against yours for a moment, his breath shaky. “We need to get out of here. Stay close to me.”

Even now, with the world collapsing around you, his determination didn’t waver. He pulled you to your feet once more, and together, you began to make your way through the rubble. The house was a maze of fallen beams, shattered walls, and debris, the once-beautiful estate reduced to ruins in a matter of minutes.

The aftershocks still rumbled beneath your feet, making every step treacherous, but Satoru kept you steady, his arm around your waist, guiding you through the wreckage. The air was thick with dust, and the distant screams of those outside continued, filling you with dread for what might await you once you escaped.

As you neared what used to be the outer courtyard, the quake hit again, this time more violent than any before. The very ground seemed to split open beneath you, and with a loud, earth-shattering roar, the outer wall of the estate gave way. You barely had time to scream before the floor cracked beneath your feet, and you fell into darkness once more.

This time, Satoru’s grip on you tightened, and you felt his body pull you against him, sheltering you as the ground gave way entirely. You hit the ground hard, the pain radiating through your body, but before you could react, you felt the warmth of Satoru’s arms around you, shielding you from the worst of it.

“Don’t leave me.” he whispered, his voice trembling as he held you tighter than ever. “I won’t let anything take you from me—not this, not anything.”

In that moment, as the world continued to crumble around you, his words were the only thing that kept you grounded. No matter what happened next, as long as you were with him, there was still hope. You clung to him, your fingers digging into the fabric of his robes, as the tremors finally began to subside, leaving the two of you alone in the wreckage, but together.

You landed hard, the wind knocked out of you as your back hit the ground. The tatami beneath you was torn, and debris scattered everywhere, yet Satoru still held onto you, his arms wrapped tightly around your body, as though his grip alone could shield you from the crumbling world. The force of his embrace had absorbed much of the fall, but the impact still left you breathless. For a moment, everything was a blur—dust and darkness clouded your vision, and the deafening roar of collapsing beams filled the air.

Your body throbbed with pain, and panic surged in your chest, but even through the chaos, the warmth of Satoru’s body against yours anchored you. His presence, solid and unyielding, kept you grounded in the midst of the chaos.

"Satoru..." you gasped, your voice barely audible, but he heard you.

“I’m here,” he whispered fiercely, his voice steady despite the tremors still shaking the earth beneath you. His breath was ragged, but his grip on you didn’t falter. His white hair, now disheveled and covered in dust, clung to his forehead, but his eyes—those impossibly blue eyes—remained focused on you. “Are you hurt?”

You tried to shake your head, but your mind was still reeling, struggling to catch up with what had just happened. The earthquake raged on, though the initial violence of it had passed. The ground trembled beneath you like a sleeping beast disturbed from its rest.

Satoru shifted, pulling you up as carefully as he could. The house around you was nearly unrecognizable—wooden beams had collapsed, shoji screens were shredded, and parts of the roof had caved in. The once peaceful and warm room where you had shared your engagement was now in ruins, littered with broken objects and torn memories.

The sound of screams echoed from outside, faint but piercing. Servants. Family. It was hard to tell who, but the urgency in their voices cut through the haze of shock that clouded your mind. Your breath caught in your throat, panic gripping you once more.

“My family... my parents.” you muttered, scrambling to get up, but Satoru stopped you, his hand on your shoulder, firm yet gentle. “Satoru—”

"Wait," he said softly, though his voice carried the weight of authority. "We need to get out of here first. It’s not safe."

He tried to keep you calm, his steady hands guiding you through the debris, but you could see the tension in his posture. He was on high alert, his senses sharp as he glanced at every unstable beam, every shifting pile of rubble. He was scanning for danger, but more than that, he was trying to protect you from seeing the worst of it—the destruction, the death.

But as you stumbled through the wreckage of what had once been your home, you couldn’t avoid the horrors that surrounded you. Bodies. Littered through the halls, some crushed beneath fallen beams, others lying still in the open. Your breath hitched, and for a moment, the world spun around you.

"Satoru..." you whispered, your voice trembling as you pulled away from his protective hold. "Where are they? My parents... my siblings?"

He didn’t answer immediately, his eyes darting around, trying to keep you moving forward, away from the bodies, away from the worst of it. But you knew. The silence was louder than any scream. You could feel tears fall from your face and that broke his heart to see.

"Satoru!" you cried, your voice breaking as your legs buckled beneath you. "Where are they?"

He knelt beside you, his hands cupping your face as he gently forced you to look at him. His bright blue eyes were filled with an overwhelming sadness, but he tried to hide it, to be strong for you. He had to be strong. He had to. He can’t be weak, not right now.

“I don’t know,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “But we have to go. We need to find shelter. I’ll take you to my family home. They’ll know what to do.”

You nodded, though the words didn’t fully sink in. Your body was moving on autopilot now, your mind numb to the world as Satoru pulled you back to your feet. With every step, the destruction around you became more apparent, more real. The walls were crumbling, the air thick with dust and smoke, and the scent of burning wood filled your nostrils.

Together, you navigated the ruins of your estate, stepping over debris and through the remains of lives that had been lost in the quake. GojoSatoru kept a firm grip on your hand, leading you with a determination that seemed almost impossible given the circumstances.

But even he couldn’t hide the way his shoulders tensed, the way his jaw clenched when another body appeared in your path, forcing him to shield you from the sight.

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IT WAS A CHALLENGE, TO GO AND LEAVE THE DESTRUCTION BEHIND. The sky deepened into a somber shade of dusk as you and Satoru finally reached the estate’s edge. The once proud gates, symbols of security and honor, now stood twisted and mangled, crumpled by the sheer force of nature’s wrath.

Beyond the gates, the town stretched out in a nightmare of ruin—buildings reduced to heaps of rubble, streets fractured and littered with debris, and the air thick with the lingering scent of smoke and dust. The cries of the wounded and the wails of those searching for lost loved ones echoed through the broken streets, a chorus of despair that filled the silence left in the wake of destruction.

“Keep your head high,” Satoru urged, his voice low but firm as he tightened his grip on your hand. “Don’t look. Just… don’t.”

But it was impossible not to look. How could you not see the devastation, shared by all? Every corner of the town had been touched by this catastrophe, and every person who remained alive carried the weight of loss. It was a destruction understood by all, but none more deeply than you at that moment.

The memory of your home—once filled with laughter, warmth, and the presence of family—now lay in ruins. Your parents, your siblings… their fates were unknown, swallowed by the chaos. You hadn’t seen them, and the hope of finding them alive was growing fainter with every passing moment. Satoru’s words rang hollow in your ears, even as you clung to his hand for strength.

He guided you through the crumbling streets with a fierce determination, always positioning himself between you and the worst of the wreckage. The buildings, once grand and vibrant, had become tombs of stone and wood, each step revealing more of the town’s shattered soul. Bodies lay strewn across the ground, some half-buried in rubble, others left untouched by the debris but claimed by the quake nonetheless. It was too much, too overwhelming.

Every time you stumbled, your legs trembling with fatigue and grief, Satoru was there, catching you before you could fall. His presence was like an anchor, keeping you steady amid the storm of devastation that swirled around you. His hand never left yours, his touch a silent promise that you weren’t alone in this. You didn’t have to face it all by yourself.

The survivors—those who had managed to escape the collapse of buildings or who had emerged from the wreckage—followed behind you, a somber procession of hollow eyes and ashen faces. Their steps were slow, heavy with the weight of shock. No words passed between them, no cries for help—only silence and the occasional sob as they moved like ghosts through the streets, trying to find some semblance of safety, of life, in this broken world.

Your heart ached for them, for their pain, but your own grief consumed you. The memory of your family’s voices, the warmth of your home, felt so distant now, like a dream you had just woken from. And yet, with each step you took beside Satoru, you realized that this nightmare was real, and there was no waking from it.

The earth beneath your feet still trembled occasionally, aftershocks reminding you that the worst might not yet be over. Each tremor sent a fresh wave of fear through your body, your grip tightening around Satoru’s hand. He responded in kind, his hand strong and reassuring, though you could sense the turmoil roiling beneath his calm exterior. His family, too, was somewhere in this mess. Their fate hung in the balance just as much as yours.

As you made your way through the gates, leaving behind the wreckage of your estate, you couldn’t help but glance back one final time. The place where you had grown up, where you had shared laughter, joy, and the news of your engagement just hours ago, was now unrecognizable. In the span of mere moments, everything you had known had been reduced to rubble, leaving behind only echoes of the life you had once cherished.

“Satoru…” your voice cracked as you spoke his name, the words barely audible over the distant cries. He stopped, turning to look at you, his eyes softening with concern.

“I know,” he whispered, his hand brushing against your cheek, wiping away the tears that had begun to fall unnoticed. “I know it’s hard. But we’ll make it through this. We have to.”

His resolve was unshakable, but you could see the grief hidden behind his determination. He was trying to be strong, not just for himself, but for you. His family’s estate lay ahead, yet you both feared what you would find when you arrived.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the land in shadow, you continued onward, the fire of Satoru’s presence the only thing keeping you from sinking into despair. The path was treacherous, littered with fallen beams and shattered stone, but Satoru led the way with careful, deliberate steps. He kept you close, his arm around your waist now, guiding you over the broken streets as you navigated what felt like the remains of the world.

Every glance revealed more heartache—broken homes, toppled lanterns, and the pale, lifeless faces of those who hadn’t made it. But Satoru never let you linger, gently urging you forward each time your gaze began to drift toward the horror around you.

Finally, you reached his family’s estate. Or what remained of it. The grand structure that had once stood proud and formidable was now a heap of collapsed roofs and shattered walls. The once beautiful garden, where you had shared many moments of happiness, was now a twisted, chaotic mess of uprooted trees and scorched earth.

Satoru stood still for a moment, his eyes scanning the destruction with a silent, composed fury. The pain was etched into his expression, though he quickly masked it as he turned to you, his voice low but firm.

"We’ll make it through tonight," he said. "We have to survive, no matter what."

In that moment, even as the world crumbled around you, there was no fear in his eyes—only determination. For now, all you could do was follow him. Follow him through the darkness, trusting that somewhere, beyond the destruction, hope still lingered. 

As you finally reached the outskirts of the Gojo estate, the enormity of the destruction hit you again. The town below had not been spared either. Smoke rose in the distance, and the ground was littered with rubble, buildings half-collapsed, and people wandering aimlessly, searching for loved ones.

Satoru didn’t hesitate. He pulled you forward, his grip never loosening as he led you through the streets toward his family’s home. But when you arrived, the sight that greeted you was even more devastating.

His family estate, much like your own, had been reduced to little more than a broken shell. The grand gates had collapsed, and the once beautiful gardens were torn apart, now little more than mounds of earth and stone. The house itself had fared no better, with parts of the roof caved in and walls shattered.

Satoru’s face paled as he took it all in, his hand tightening around yours in a desperate attempt to remain calm. But you could see it in his eyes—the grief, the disbelief. This was his home. His family. And now, it is gone.

For a long moment, he stood still, his gaze fixed on the destruction before him. His breathing was shallow, his grip on your hand tightening almost painfully. But then, with a sharp breath, he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you protectively.

As you both began your journey toward the Gojo family estate, the weight of the day settled heavily on your shoulders. But Satoru’s hand never let go of yours, a silent promise that even in the face of unimaginable loss, you would survive this—together.

When you and Satoru finally reached the outskirts of his family estate, the sinking feeling in your chest returned with full force. What should have been a place of refuge, a sanctuary from the horrors you had just fled, was nothing but devastation. The Gojo estate, once majestic and proud, had fallen to the same fate as your home.

The gates were twisted and mangled, barely hanging from their hinges, and the walls that had once stood tall now lay in heaps of rubble. Smoke rose from what remained of the manor, a bitter scent of burning wood and stone hanging in the air. The destruction was so complete, so absolute, that it felt like the very earth had swallowed everything whole. The silence was deafening.

Gojo Satoru froze at the sight, his grip on your hand tightening until it almost hurt. You looked up at him, but his expression was unreadable, his usual brightness dulled to a vacant stare. His family, his home....everything he had known, everything he had grown up with. All was gone. Nothing was left but the earth where it all once stood.

You tried to say something, to offer words of comfort, but the lump in your throat made it impossible to speak. More tears could only pour out of your eyes from then on. All you could do was squeeze his hand, hoping he would feel your silent support. He didn't need to hear your words right now; he just needed to know you were there.

For a moment, he stood motionless, his blue eyes scanning the destruction as if trying to comprehend it, trying to find any sign of life among the wreckage. But there was nothing. Just like at your estate, the earthquake had consumed everything.

Finally, Satoru exhaled a shaky breath, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly. But even in his grief, he didn’t break. He couldn’t—not with you depending on him. He glanced down at you, his eyes softening with a kind of sadness you had never seen in him before. 

Satoru stopped for a moment, turning to you with a look of determination in his eyes. “We’ll make it through this,” he promised, his voice steady, though his eyes betrayed the fear he was trying so hard to hide. “We’ll get some place safe here, and I’ll make sure nothing ever hurts you again. You hear me?”

You nodded, though the world felt unsteady beneath you. The future that once seemed so bright, the engagement that had filled your heart with hope, now felt overshadowed by the tragedy that had befallen your lives. Still, with Satoru’s hand wrapped securely around yours, you knew one thing for certain—no matter what came next, you wouldn’t face it alone.

“We need to stay warm tonight.” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s not safe to wander around in the dark. We’ll make a fire here, and then tomorrow, we’ll figure out what to do.”

He led you to a relatively clear patch of ground, away from the worst of the rubble. The sky was darkening, and the air had grown cold, a biting wind cutting through your torn clothes. Satoru quickly set to work, gathering what dry wood he could find, his movements steady and focused despite the grief that must have been tearing him apart inside.

You watched him in silence, too exhausted to help, too numb from everything that had happened. When the fire finally sparked to life, its warmth was a welcome reprieve from the cold that had settled deep into your bones. You sat beside him, huddled close to the flickering flames, the only source of light in the endless night.

Your Satoru didn’t speak for a long time. He simply stared into the fire, his expression distant, lost in thoughts you couldn’t fathom. His hands, usually so relaxed and playful, were tense, gripping his knees as if he were holding himself together by sheer force of will.

But then he turned to you, his gaze softening when he saw the exhaustion written on your face. Without a word, he pulled his outer robe from his shoulders and wrapped it around you, tucking it gently against your chin. He tried to do it, smiling like nothing happened. As though to comfort you even in all this suffering. And yet, you could see it all in his eyes. He was exhausted, he was in pain. And he didn’t know what to do.

“Sleep, my beloved.” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “I’ll keep watch.”

You wanted to protest, to tell him that he needed rest just as much as you did, but your body betrayed you. The exhaustion, the grief, the sheer weight of everything you had been through—it was too much. You nodded weakly, laying your head against his shoulder as you curled into the warmth of the robe.

Satoru shifted slightly, easing you into a more comfortable position so you could lie down near the fire. His hand rested on your arm, a protective gesture that reminded you of his earlier promise. Even as the world fell apart around you, Satoru Gojo was still there, watching over you.

As you drifted off to sleep, lulled by the crackling of the fire and the steady rise and fall of his breathing, Satoru leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. His lips lingered there for a moment, as if he were afraid to pull away, afraid that something might take you from him if he let go.

“I’ll keep you safe, my beloved.” he whispered against your hair, his voice trembling with the weight of his vow. “No matter what happens. I won’t let anything hurt you.”

The fire flickered, casting shadows across his face, but his resolve was unshakable. He couldn’t save everything—his home, his family—but he would save you. That much, he was certain of.

As you slept, Gojo Satoru remained awake, his eyes scanning the horizon, alert for any sign of danger. The devastation around him was complete, but his focus never wavered from you. You were his world now, the one thing he had left in the midst of the ruin.

The night stretched on, cold and unforgiving, but Satoru didn’t move from his spot by your side. Even as the grief gnawed at him, even as the weight of everything he had lost threatened to crush him, he stayed strong. For you. Because no matter what came next, no matter how uncertain the future had become, Gojo Satoru had made a promise—and he would keep it.

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THE YEAR 2018 WAS AN INTERESTING YEAR FOR DISCOVERIES. You remember reading about it in the newspaper on your way to university—the discovery of two lovers found in an eternal embrace, huddled together in a shoreline cave, their bodies preserved for three hundred years by the elements that had claimed their lives. 

The volcanic eruption, the earthquake, and the tsunami that had ravaged Japan centuries ago were some of the worst disasters the country had ever known, obliterating entire villages and swallowing countless lives in an instant. And yet, even in the face of such unimaginable destruction, these two had remained together, their bond undisturbed by the passage of time.

Standing quietly in front of the memorial, you felt the weight of their story settle around you. The air was still and somber, carrying with it the distant hum of waves crashing along the shore. The stone monument before you was simple yet profound—a silent marker of the love these two souls had shared, a love that had endured in the most unimaginable of circumstances. Their bodies had been found in the ruins of a household long buried by the mud and debris, a household much like the ones surrounding this coastline, now reduced to scattered memories.

You had followed the story from the beginning—the day the archaeologists uncovered them from the earth, the painstaking care they took in revealing the remains. The headlines had drawn attention, not because of the tragedy alone, but because of the story those two bodies told.

There were no names. No clues as to who they had been, what their lives had looked like before the disaster struck, or even how they had ended up in each other’s arms when the end came. But it didn’t matter. Their identities weren’t needed to understand the significance of what had been found. What mattered was that they had faced their final moments without fear. They had faced the end together, with love.

It was that thought—the resilience of love in the face of overwhelming disaster—that had touched you most deeply. In a world where so much is fragile and fleeting, the strength of their connection had remained, even after centuries had passed. It was as if their love had transcended the destruction, as if they had chosen to defy the disaster by holding on to one another in their last breath.

You stepped forward, placing your hands together in silent prayer. You wished them peace, a kind of peace that transcended the tragedy of their death, that honored the love they had shared.

You prayed that their spirits had found rest, and that wherever they were now, they were still together, watching over the place where they had once stood. The offering you placed at the memorial was simple, a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, symbolizing purity and remembrance.

"I pray that you'll always be together, the two of you." you murmured, your voice soft, barely louder than the breeze that rustled through the trees around the monument. "Wherever you are, I hope you’ve found peace, and that your love is still as strong as it was in those last moments."

You stayed there for a while, the silence of the memorial surrounding you, offering its quiet comfort. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the scene, a contrast to the deep sense of loss the place carried. But you didn’t feel sadness. Instead, there was something almost beautiful about it—knowing that even in the face of disaster, these two had been together, and their love had transcended time. As you prepared to leave, footsteps approached from behind. You turned slightly, curious to see who else had come to visit this quiet, forgotten place.

A man with striking white hair and bright blue eyes under the rim of his glasses stood at the edge of the memorial, his head bowed in silent prayer. He was tall, his presence commanding even though he moved with a quiet grace. His features were sharp, but softened by a kind of deep, unspoken sorrow. He knelt down beside the monument, laying a single white flower on the stone, his fingers brushing the surface with reverence.

You watched him for a moment, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity, though you couldn’t quite place it. The way he stood there—tall and composed, with an air of quiet reverence that just seemed to draw you in.

There was something almost ethereal about him, as if he was intrinsically linked to the story of the lovers you had come to honor. The connection felt deeper than mere coincidence, as though his presence was a significant part of the narrative that had touched you so profoundly.

His white hair glowed softly in the fading light, and his posture was relaxed yet dignified, embodying a calmness that contrasted sharply with the turmoil you had felt as you reflected on the lovers’ fate.

His eyes were closed in prayer, his face serene, as if he was offering a deeply personal tribute to the souls who had been found together in their final moments. The sense of connection was so strong that you could almost feel it emanating from him, a silent bridge spanning the centuries between his presence and the lovers' tragic end.

You hesitated, not wanting to intrude on his moment of solitude. Yet, there was something compelling about the situation—an unspoken invitation to acknowledge the shared significance of this place and the story that bound them all together. Your curiosity and empathy drove you to speak, despite the quietude that hung between you.

“Excuse me.” you began softly, breaking the stillness of the memorial. Your voice was gentle, barely a whisper against the backdrop of the crashing waves. “I couldn’t help but notice… There's something about you that feels so familiar, so connected to this place. I… I’ve been deeply moved by the story of the lovers found here, and I can’t shake the feeling that you share a connection with them.”

The man turned toward you, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of surprise and understanding. He seemed to consider your words for a moment, his expression thoughtful and measured. There was a softness in his gaze, as if he had been waiting for this moment, this conversation, even if he didn’t quite know why.

“Oh.” Gojo Satoru whispered back, his cheeks tinged with a flush of surprise, as if your words had caught him off guard. He seemed momentarily at a loss, his usual confidence replaced with a bashful vulnerability. “Yeah, I… I saw the news, and I thought, I just had to come. It felt… it just felt right, you know? To come here and see them off, to wish them well.”

There was a sincerity in his voice, a raw honesty that struck a chord. You could see that this wasn’t just a casual visit for him; it was something deeply personal, a moment of reflection and respect that went beyond mere curiosity.

“I see…” you mumbled, your gaze softening as you looked at him. A smile slowly spread across your face, touched by his heartfelt gesture. “That’s kind of you to do.”

Gojo Satoru shook his head slightly, a rueful smile on his lips. “Ah, not… not really,” he said with a sigh, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. “If anything, I think you were more kind. You brought them white chrysanthemums and everything. You probably had more of a proper prayer for them than I did.”

You waved off his comment with a small laugh, the sound light and airy in the quiet of the memorial. “Oh, not at all. I think… I think your intention was purer than mine. You came here just on a feeling, an instinct that something was right about being here. I was… I was interested historically before I was here emotionally, you know?”

His eyes met yours, a flicker of understanding passing between you. “I guess we both had our reasons,” he said softly. “But in the end, it’s the connection that matters. Whether we came here out of personal feelings or historical interest, it’s our respect and acknowledgement that count.”

You nodded, feeling a shared sense of purpose in your conversation. There was something profoundly meaningful about how your paths had crossed at this place, driven by a mutual respect for the story of the lovers and a desire to honor their memory. The distinction between your reasons for being here seemed to dissolve in the face of a greater truth—that both of you were here because of a deep-seated respect and a wish to pay tribute to the enduring power of love.

“So……” Gojo continued, a slight smile returning to his lips, ���I’m glad we met here. It feels like the right place for this kind of encounter, don’t you think?”

You agreed, feeling a warmth in his words. “Yes, it does. It’s like the universe brought us together in this moment to remind us of something important.”

He nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Yeah, something like that. It’s nice to know that even after so much time, and despite all the changes and challenges we face, there are still moments that can bring people together in such a profound way.”

You stood together in silence for a moment, the weight of your shared understanding settling around you. The memorial continued to stand as homage to the lovers’ eternal bond, and in that quiet, sacred space, you felt a connection that transcended all the limits given by the bountiful universe.

“They were together until the very end.” you said softly, your voice carried by the gentle wind. “I hope they’re still together, wherever they are.”

The tall man took a deep breath, turning his head to look at you. For a moment, his blue gaze seemed distant, as though he were seeing something—or someone—far beyond the present. But then his lips curled into a small, sad smile. 

“They will be, you know?” he replied quietly, his voice deep and filled with a quiet conviction. “Some loves are strong enough to last forever. They…they transcend, even time.”

There was something in his tone, a weight to his words, that made you wonder if he was speaking from experience. You gave him a respectful nod, choosing not to pry into the emotions that seemed to flicker beneath his calm exterior.

The two of you stood there in silence for a while longer, both paying your respects to the nameless lovers who had defied death with their love. The sun continued to dip lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the memorial. Finally, the man rose to his feet, brushing the dust from his clothes before turning to you.

“Take care, stranger.” he said softly, his voice carrying a warmth that contrasted with the sorrow that had lingered moments before. Then, with one last look at the monument, he began to walk away, his white hair catching the fading light like a beacon.

As you watched him go, something tugged at your heart. You didn’t know who he was, but in that moment, you felt as though you had shared something important with him—an unspoken understanding of love and loss, of holding on to someone even when the world falls apart around you. 

Somehow, there was something stirring within you—a feeling that you couldn’t let him just walk away, not without knowing more. There was something about him, an invisible thread connecting you, as if fate had brought you both to this quiet place for a reason.

"Wait! Hey, mister!" you called out softly, taking a few steps toward him. The man paused, turning back to face you, his expression curious but calm.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. But then, with a gentle smile, you extended your hand. "I didn’t get the chance to introduce myself. My name is……"

He looked at you for a moment, as if weighing whether to reciprocate. Then, with a small, almost teasing smile, he took your hand in his. His grip was warm, steady, and comforting in a way that felt strangely familiar.

"I'm Gojo Satoru." he said, his voice smooth, yet laced with something deeper, as if his name carried a history he didn’t fully reveal.

The name hung in the air between you, and for a brief moment, you felt a flicker of recognition. But it was fleeting, gone as quickly as it had come. You smiled politely, though something about the way he said it, the way his gaze softened as he looked at you, made you feel like there was more to his introduction than simple formality.

"It's nice to meet you, Satoru." you replied, feeling a strange sense of ease as you spoke his name. There was something about the way it rolled off your tongue, as if you'd said it a thousand times before.

He tilted his head slightly, his sharp, crystal-blue eyes studying you with an intensity that was both disarming and oddly reassuring. It was as if he could see beneath the surface, understanding more than what was immediately apparent. Yet, instead of feeling exposed, you felt a sense of comfort, a silent acknowledgment that he grasped the depths of your emotions and thoughts.

With a gentle, almost shy smile, Gojo Satoru reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, extending it toward you. “Put your number in,” he said, his voice tender and inviting. “I think… I think you know more about this story than I do. I’d like to know more, if you’re willing to share.”

You blinked, momentarily taken aback by the request, but the sincerity in his voice and the warmth of his smile compelled you to act. With a nod, you took his phone from him and began to enter your contact information, a small flutter of excitement rising in your chest. There was something intriguing about the prospect of continuing this conversation, of sharing more about the story that had brought you both here.

When you handed his phone back to him, a playful grin appeared on your face. “It’s your turn,” you said, taking out your own phone and extending it toward him.

Gojo Satoru chuckled softly, his eyes lighting up with amusement as he looked at your phone. “Well, alright.” he said, taking it with a mock sigh of resignation. “If you insist.”

As he entered his number into your phone, the atmosphere between you shifted from one of solemn reflection to one of friendly connection. The small act of exchanging numbers felt like a bridge, linking your shared experience at the memorial with the potential for future conversations and deeper understanding. Maybe, just maybe — you’ll understand life the way these two in front of you did. Just maybe.

When he handed your phone back to you, he looked at you with a genuine smile. “Thanks for sharing this moment with me. It’s been… meaningful. I’m glad we crossed paths today.”

You smiled back, feeling a warmth in your chest that came from more than just the shared experience. “I’m glad too. It’s not every day you meet someone who understands the significance of something like this so deeply.”

Finally, Satoru spoke again, his tone lightening slightly. "Well, I should be going. The train is leaving soon. But... It was nice meeting you." He paused, his eyes lingering on yours for a moment longer than necessary. "Maybe we’ll see each other again."

You smiled, feeling the same unspoken connection. "I’d like that."

With one last look at the memorial, Satoru turned and began to walk away, his white hair catching the fading light of the day. You watched him go, a strange sense of calm settling over you.

As you stood there, the weight of the lovers' story still fresh in your heart, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t the last time you would see Gojo Satoru. Something told you that your paths would cross again, in ways you couldn’t yet predict.

And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the memorial, you whispered one final prayer—not just for the nameless lovers, but for yourself, and perhaps for Satoru too.

"May we all find each other, in every lifetime."

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✯Sturniolos as Half-bloods✯

God version

warnings: mentions of drugs, and sexual escapades

goddess version

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Matt would be the son of Dionysus

Dionysus used to be the god of fertility, now being known as the god of wine, theatre, and ecstasy. Matt would eat this shit up let me tell you!! His style would deff consist of lots of red, leather, leopard print, and rings. Some of his fashion inspirations would be Freddy Mercury, Elton John, and the band Motley Crue. His father is the god of theatre, he's bound to be dramatic with his actions and style.

His cabin, number 12, would most definitely be known as the party cabin. He would throw big grand parties, each one having a theme ranging from the 70's to medieval. He would also host plays, all of them being dramatic, with dark plots. With the parties and plays, come drugs and alcohol. He has drugs of all types, weed, acid, shrooms, etc. His personal favorite is molly, the drug making him and anyone exceptionally horny. He finds that sex feels way better when he and his partner for the night are on it.

Speaking of sexual endeavors, this man is a freaky frog. The way he acts in the bedroom should be a crime! I'm talking rope, vibrators, blindfolds, ball gags, handcuffs, etc. Let's not forget, his dad is the god of fertility, BREEDING KINKKKKKK!!!!! He hates condoms due to his breeding kink, but god forbid he gets one of the girls at the camp pregnant. The only time he would let his breeding kink roam free is when he finally has sex with the girl he's had his eyes on since she arrived at the camp, the daughter of Aphrodite. He has a thing for ruining innocence.

He is known as the manwhore of the camp, most of the males hating him, but still hoping they get an invitation to his parties. The girls try to stay clear of him, knowing how he is but somehow still ending up in his bedroom. Let's get into the bedroom. It's giving Bruno Mars along with Shake & Go wig Anderson Paak. It's straight out of the 70's. It's clean and often smells like weed, wine, and cherries.

His bestfriend is Chris, the son of Hades. The two go hand in hand, partners in crime. When they first met, Matt asked Chris if he had any of his father's pomegranates so he could make wine. Chris couldn't help but laugh at the question, but Matt was being deadass. If Matt is throwing a party, Chris is right there cigarette in hand.

Dionysus's animal was a leopard and or a tiger. Matt would honor that by wearing leopard print and having tiger rugs.

I don't think Dionysus actually had children, but if he did I would imagine they had the ability to cause/cure both sexual and non-sexual madness with their words. like, imagine Matt just saying what he would do to you, and the more descriptive he got, you could basically feel him fucking you? yeah, sign me up!!

Dionysus's weapon of choice was a staff with a pinecone at the top, called a Thyrsus. I think Matt would have the same thing, but more like a cane an old-school pimp would have (thinking of Kat Williams) and it would have the head of a tiger.

His songs:

''I had a cane and a party hat, I was the king of this hologram where there's no such thing as getting out of hand" Don't threaten me with a good time- p!atd

"Hard candy dripping on me 'till my feet are wet" kiwi- harry styles

"And i crave your taste under my tongue everyday, keep the forbidden fruit coming my way." dopamine- borns

Chris would be the son of hades

Hades is the god of the underworld, defending the rights of the dead and protecting the world as well as his wife Persephone. His style would be somewhat similar to Matt's as far as color goes. Lots of black, a few white pieces, and red as well. You will always see him in a leather jacket, his feet adorned by a pair of white air forces. With his father being the god of the underworld, Chris unfortunately got his reputation. A lot of the other half-bloods steering clear of him, whispering when he walks past, not even daring to say his name. it hurt Chris at first, having his peers view him as evil, but he grew accustomed to it. Eventually saying 'fuck it' and playing into the role they made for him.

His cabin being number 13 is perfect because I would like to think he would be born on October 13th, a Friday specifically. It would be deep in the woods, the path scary-looking and eerie. The only source of light being the skull torches against the front door. The only people coming to the house were himself and his best friend Matt, the son of Dionysus. Because no one came to his cabin, Matt would use it as the storage for the copious amounts of wine and paraphernalia he keeps handy. His room is dark (duh). Silk black bedding, books strewn randomly in the room. His skateboard was always propped against the door as well as his multiple pairs of beat-up shoes. He loves music, multiple vinyls, and CDs stacked up in crates around the cabin. He had his signature black guitar right next to his bed, always ready to grab and play. He's a man of few words in this universe. He often found himself writing love songs for the girl in cabin 20, the daughter of Hecate.

Being the son of Hades, anger is unfortunately something he can't avoid. Even though he is usually quiet, all it takes is one person to set him off. One of the Zeus boys was pushing him around and he snapped, damn near killing the boy before Matt pulled him away.

As stated before, his best friend is Matt. He was the only one in the camp to speak to him. Granted he was asking for pomegranates to make wine, but he stuck with him. Matt brought him out of his shell, making sure he was the first to get an invitation to his parties and plays, encouraging his love for music, and also being there for him when his anger got out of control.

Most of Hades, children do have powers. Those powers are necromancy, shadow manipulation, the ability to manipulate the earth, and shadow fusion. Chris would have all of these, especially necromancy and shadow manipulation/fusion. He would use necromancy to fuck with the others in the camp, loving the way his peers screamed in fright. He would only use shadow fusion to spy on his crush, but he gets caught and shyly reveals himself (help I wanna write a fic on the way they meet).

Hades animal representation is a black ram, a screeching owl, and a serpent. let's not forget the three-headed dog Cerberus. Chris would have a big-ass Doberman named Orcus. That dog would hate everyone but Chris, Matt, and the daughter of Hecate.

His songs:

"It's no big surprise you turned out this way" twin-sized mattress- the front bottoms

"There's a light in the crack, that's separating your thighs, and if you wanna go to heaven you should fuck me tonight" Young god- halsey

"My church offers no absolute, she tells me worship in the bedroom" take me to church- hoizer

Nick would be the son of Hermes

Hermes was the god of trade, wealth, luck, sleep, language, thieves, and travel. His style would always consist of light blue jeans and some form of a white shirt/tank top. If he was delivering mail and or messages, he would also wear a blue jean jacket. Him being the son of Hermes is giving blonde Nick IDC idc idc!!!! He would always wear a pair of off-white Converse with wings on the side. Delivering mail can be boring, so he often wears headphones hooked up to a cassette player his best friend Chris gave him as a form of payment.

His cabin is number 11, a lucky number to most. I would imagine it to be a bit more elevated than the others. Perched on some type of high ground where the sun shines in the morning. His cabin would definitely be organized, with all the mail in a specific room in alphabetical order. All of the payments that weren't in cash were placed perfectly in the home, not a thing out of place. His bedding would be white with gold silk pillows. He loved to sleep so his bed was always unmade, blankets thrown all over the bed, even dipping onto the floor.

He often liked to cause a bit of chaos in the camp, it was his homage to his father. He would steal from the other campers, shrugging and rolling his eyes when they asked him about it. He would break into the counselor's office, picking the lock with ease to receive something of Matt's. He would do this often for the campers, but not without payment. If they weren't giving him cash, they had to pay by giving him something of theirs. The amount of jewelry he has is insane.

His best friends, despite not liking their attitudes, would be Matt and Chris. Matt had asked him to deliver invitations for a party, and Nick initially told him no after seeing the amount of invitations. He quickly changed his mind seeing the stack of cash and a gold chalice Matt offered. He and Chris became friends the day he guided Chris into the camp, much like his father guides souls to the underworld.

Most of Hermes' children have powers, those being enhanced speed, audiokensis, and Clauditiskinesis. Nick has all of these, his favorite being clauditiskinesis and audiokensis. He would use audio to listen in on everyone's conversations, it helped that he could be above them in the clouds, never being seen. That's how he figured out that one of the sons of Zeus has a crush on him.

He wouldn't have an animal in my opinion. I would imagine him to have a messenger bag that's like, never-ending lmao.

His songs:

"And i know it's no fun, when your first son gets up to no good" freaking out the neighborhood- mac demarco

"Like Peter Pan up in the sky" tongue-tied - group love

"If you could fly then you'd feel south. Up north getting cold soon." pink + white- frank ocean

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I don't think y'all get it. I'm actually foaming at the mouth writing this. plz send in requests or anything you want to read for half-blood stuniolos!!!

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HZD Terraforming Base-001 Text Communications Network

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SilverVixen: I am sure your culture is very nice.

SilverVixen: But I prefer art with more permanence than graffiti on rocks and songs sung around a fire.

MARSHAL Kotallo: So because we paint our homes instead of squares that are hung on the wall, we are inferior?

SilverVixen: I didn't say that.

DIVINER: But did you MEAN that??

SilverVixen: I just meant that I PREFER different arts than what your culture produces. I don't understand why you are making such an issue of this.

ADMIN [Zo]: Maybe because you were complaining that there were no "true artists" left.

SilverVixen: You're taking that out of context.

Icarus: This is why it is best not to engage with primitives.

SilverVixen: You have machine coolant cables in your face.

Icarus: Sacrifices had to be made for the objective.

HIMBO: YOU PEOPLE WOULD BE LESS UPTIGHT IF YOU HAD A BEER.

DIVINER: Yeah!

HIMBO: I WAS TALKING TO YOU TOO.

DIVINER: Hey!!

ADMIN [Zo]: I don't drink.

Icarus: I have better things to do than impair my reasoning.

SilverVixen: I prefer wine. Besides, my nanotech prevents me from becoming drunk.

HIMBO: YOU ARE ALL MONSTERS.

FlameHairSavior: What did I just walk into?

DIVINER: Aloy! You're back?

FlameHairSavior: No, I'm still in Tenakth territory. What's happening?

MARSHAL Kotallo: You mentioned earlier you were helping Chaplain Dekka. That led to a discussion about Tenakth culture.

FlameHairSavior: At which point you made the mistake of letting the old people talk.

Icarus: Excuse me?

HIMBO: HA!

FlameHairSavior: You're literally three times my age, I get to call you old.

DIVINER: Wait, you're sixty??

Icarus: Yes. How did you think I had learned and accomplished so much?

DIVINER: That's really not what I meant...

HIMBO: YEAH, SERIOUSLY, YOU LOOK GOOD FOR YOUR AGE.

ADMIN [Zo]: Stress ages you. I imagine a complete lack of a conscience would make for a very relaxing life.

Icarus: Hilarious.

MARSHAL Kotallo: Regardless, Tilda asked about our art, and then disparaged our art.

SilverVixen: You are deliberately misinterpreting my position.

FlameHairSavior: Look, Tilda, if you want to make fun of the Tenakth, stick with their food. Everybody makes fun of their food.

SilverVixen: Dare I ask?

DIVINER: The Tenakth don't know that there's any food besides meat!!

MARSHAL Kotallo: We DO eat fruits and vegetables. Our young soldiers simply complain about it constantly.

SilverVixen: Seems some things never change.

FlameHairSavior: My point is, some things are sore spots. Don't poke a culture in the places they consider important.

ADMIN [Zo]: And how many times did you mock Nora beliefs?

FlameHairSavior: I'm their saint or whatever, I get some privileges.

SilverVixen: I might not know the Nora beliefs, but I would be very surprised if that was an enumerated privilege.

DIVINER: She might be their first saint! That means she gets to make it up as she goes along!

HIMBO: THE SUN-KINGS CAN'T DO AS MUCH BECAUSE THEY'VE GOT TOO MUCH TRADITION BEHIND THEM. THEY WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN ABLE TO TAKE HALF THE TRIBE TO A FORBIDDEN LAND TO FIGHT FOR PEOPLE THEY DIDN'T EVEN KNOW.

SilverVixen: Ah, yes, the incident around MINVERVA's tower. I read about that.

ADMIN [Zo]: Aloy, did you accomplish your goals in Tenakth territory?

FlameHairSavior: Yeah. Chaplain Dekka was having some trouble with a family member who had joined Regalla's rebels.

MARSHAL Kotallo: Dekka? Truly? I assume she asked you to extract them.

FlameHairSavior: Actually, he had already defected. Before I killed Regalla, I think, though I didn't ask for too many details. Anyway, he came to warn them of an attack, they didn't believe him and threw him in a cage.

MARSHAL Kotallo: Did you help him win the ritual combat, or prove that the attack was real?

FlameHairSavior: The attack. We prevented it, everything is forgiven, blah blah.

FlameHairSavior: They might have had a feast to celebrate. I don't know, I left.

DIVINER: [MinionDanceParty.gif]

HIMBO: WHAT ARE THOSE YELLOW THINGS?

SilverVixen: I suppose that's one advantage of the end of the world. You don't know what Minions are.

MARSHAL Kotallo: We are familiar with the concept of minions.

DIVINER: Not like these!!

DIVINER: There was ajkgsfjnk

FlameHairSavior: Alva?

FlameHairSavior: Alva??

ADMIN [Zo]: Tilda just walked very briskly into Alva's room. They're arguing about something.

DIVINER: Okay... I'm not going to tell you about Minions.

SilverVixen: Thank you.

FlameHairSavior: That's

FlameHairSavior: Fine. Whatever.

FlameHairSavior: Tilda. There was something I wanted to speak to you about.

SilverVixen: Oh?

FlameHairSavior: I was trying to retrieve some lost soldiers, and found them in a small valley in sight of the Zenith base.

SilverVixen: All right?

FlameHairSavior: The valley was filled with machines. Far more than normal.

FlameHairSavior: Turns out the Zeniths had put down some beacons and tasked an AI to attract machines there as a cheap security force.

SilverVixen: Ah. That sounds like Erik's work. Cheap and effective, with minimal chance of backfiring in his face.

FlameHairSavior: That all you have to say?

SilverVixen: I didn't know about it, if that's what you mean. I couldn't have warned you.

ADMIN [Zo]: You don't care that your people are displacing the native population, causing damage to the area, and making our mission harder in the process?

SilverVixen: No.

Icarus: Aloy is always like this, and it seems her allies are the same. She expects you to volunteer everything that could be possibly relevant, including things you could not possibly have known.

SilverVixen: That sounds exhausting.

Icarus: It truly is.

FlameHairSavior: Or maybe I just want you to show some basic empathy and compassion for those around you.

Icarus: Ah yes, that.

Icarus: That's worse.

HIMBO: YOU TWO DEFINITELY NEED ALE.

MARSHAL Kotallo: I do not believe there is enough alcohol in all the Clanlands to fix these two.

Icarus: Still not interested.

SilverVixen: Still immune to intoxication.

HIMBO: WELL, THEN I'M OUT OF IDEAS.

Icarus: Then you are back in familiar territory.

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[artekai]

I pretty much never share my playlists, so this is pretty new to me, but I've been itching to show off my pride and joy for a while now, so I thought the Horizon Base Jams would be the perfect chance!

My ship playlist for Day 1 centers around Tilda/Elisabet and Tilda/Aloy. That might be cheating a little, but I'm sure that, for Tilda, the latter is a bit of a continuation of the former, haha ^^ You might know I don't really ship Aloy with anyone, but this can be intepreted as one-sided.

Essay with my reasoning under the cut for anyone who wants it!

Piece of art - An intro to Tilda's relationship with Lis! The obsessive overtones are simply perfect. And, of course, Tilda views the world through an artistic lens, as art is her escape, the main thing that brings her comfort.

Buy the Stars - The only song from Elisabet's POV in this playlist. "You don't know me, how do you own me?" Tilda says in canon that she always felt that she didn't fully know Elisabet, that Lis knew her better than she knew Lis, and I think Lis probably felt the same way.

Left Behind - Now we're getting closer to Tilda's Far Zenith era. Lis and Tilda are running out of time due to circumstances out of their control (the Faro Plague) and end up separated by Zero Dawn and Far Zenith. Whether the "lover left behind" refers to Tilda, because she outlived Lis, or to Lis, because she stayed behind to die on Earth, I'll leave up to your interpretation.

Immortal (Reinairy) - This represents Tilda's grief over Elisabet and her inability to let go, even after a thousand years. I also like to think as the mentions of rain and sunrise and nature in general refer to Tilda longing to see a new, better world, to see "Elisabet's dream" come to fruition.

Of course, "I'll always find you again and again, and I'll lose every version of you" refers to Aloy (and perhaps Beta, if you wish to interpret it that way).

The Zombie Song - The start of Tilda's love for Aloy! It's a post-apocalyptic romance, a little gory and a bit forbidden, and, before Tilda betrays Far Zenith, she and Aloy are fighting on opposing sides. "A love this deep won't stay buried" is yet another reference to Elisabet's death.

How Dare You? - I like to imagine this one as a representation of the feelings going through Tilda's head during the scene at her mansion. Equal parts possessive, overprotective, and desperate, she's finally able to talk to Aloy in person and confess how much she has changed her outlook.

"I'll lock you in a world of my creation and bury the key" refers to how Tilda has already made her plans for the new world, as well as to take Aloy hostage for its sake. And of course, "show me how to fall in love again" is Tilda begging to feel the happiness and comfort she had only felt with Lis once again. Beta couldn't give it to her, but Aloy surely will. Right?

Power & Control - This is mostly a representation of Tilda's alliance with Aloy, but also her defiance of Far Zenith. "You can't have peace without a war," as Tilda must rebel against the Zeniths to earn the happy ending she wants with Aloy.

"You may be good-looking but you're not a piece of art," in particular, is about Beta.

Immortal (Marina) - A good closing song, because it reminds me of Tilda's apparent death. "If I could buy forever at a price, I would buy it twice" could refer either to Tilda wishing she had taken Elisabet with her in the first place, or to her wanting a relationship with Aloy like the one she had with Elisabet.

Love From the Other Side - My crowning jewel! I left it for the very end because I feel like it sums up Tilda's relationship with the Sobecks all throughout her life the best. From the loneliness that permeated her life on Earth and the way she felt out of place in Far Zenith, to the art metaphor, to Tilda's dependence on Lis, to the way they were separated by the apocalypse, to her "falling in and out of love" due to Beta failing to live up to her expectations, to her betrayal of Far Zenith, to her betrayal of Aloy and to the obsessive love that led to her demise, it's my personal favorite without a doubt.

[after-witch]

My friends haven't read the book and I just found out you have so you will now have no choice but to listen to me.

I was rereading the Hunger Games Trilogy the other day (okay yea maybe it was an audiobook bc I got stuff to do) when I came to a part in Mockingjay where Gale says he lead as many as he could out to the meadow behind 12 just before the bombing started and that's where they watched it happen, before they headed down to the lake to escape further.

This has got to be the same meadow Snow and Lucy first (actually) met up again after the games. That one cute scene with the ice and goat bc that meadow was also behind 12 and the path to go down to the lake with the small shack.

Snow *knows* about this meadow. He knows about the shack, the lake. He knows Katniss and Gale know about it since they likely had cameras in the woods and knew about the kiss the two shared by that shack.

He ordered the bombing on 12, but didn't think to mention to include this? This obvious path for escape? Or even had peacekeepers guarding it in case people do escape?

(also just briefly, it's mentioned by Katniss' mother that the Hanging Tree song was "forbidden")

Just how dare this foul man try to preserve a memory of Lucy. How dare he have feelings. I wanna punch him.

Spoilers for The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (And The Hunger Games trilogy)

First i love how I am just the person you came to to rant about this, I fully approve of people coming into my inbox to talk about books you know I've read, because my friends don't read the same books as me either! Pls rant to me about TBOSAS, The Small Spaces Quartet, the Secret Life of Addie LaRue, Grady Hendrix... whatever y'all want.

Anyway!

I never thought about this before and now I am MAD. I am MAD as hell about it. Suzanne Collins is awful for retroactively making this happen.

"Just how dare this foul man try to preserve a memory of Lucy. How dare he have feelings. I wanna punch him."

He's the worst. Because you know, in his narcissistic mind, he would view it with a sort of duality, too. Because it would be partly preserving his idea that he was in love with Lucy, but also preserving a reminder of the time he let his guard down and (in his mind) was betrayed.

A little hope, a little fear... keeping them both alive for himself, to remind him of what he might have lost (and gained) from her.

[vannderlinde]

Restless Wanderers: Van Der Linde gang members x Lord Huron

I’m sorry fellers, this is an absolute unit of a post. This was a product of some intense hyperfixation y’all...

Arthur || Time To Run and The Balancer’s Eye

It's time to run, they'll string me up for all that I've done! I did it all for you, well I hope you know the lengths I've gone to It's time to run, well I hope you understand what I've done

Heaven never ever heard a word I said, I’ve cried enough to raise the dead. Life is equal to dust in the Balancer’s eye. Will I ever be forgiven for the crime of my life? Will it haunt me ’til I die?

Dutch || Vide Noir

Tears of sorrow or tears of joy, Drops in my cup as my mind is destroyed... Many evils have I enjoyed, Prowling the night raising hell with the boys. 

Hosea || The Yawning Grave

I tried to warn you when you were a child. I told you not to get lost in the wild. I sent omens and all kinds of signs; I taught you melodies, poems, and rhymes. Oh, you fool, there are rules, I am coming for you. Darkness brings evil things, oh, the reckoning begins .

John || Hurricane (Johnnie’s Theme) 

I get a laugh outta starin' at darkness. And wondering why people live in the light. I drive fast, and I rumble the hardest. I don't feel alive if I ain't in the fight.

Micah || The World Ender

The fair and the brave and the good must die. I seen the other side of living, I know heaven's a lie. I’ll tear through the night, and I'll raise some hell. 'Cause I'm the World Ender, baby and I'm back from the dead.

Sean || Fool For Love

I know I should have never looked back; But you ain’t gonna win a woman’s heart like that. I never should have called his bluff; I was born to lose cause I’m a fool for love.

Javier || Ancient Names (pt 2)

Gone are the days of laughter and love; Gone, baby, gone, we've all had enough! I scream and shout like this, Just to prove to the world that I still exist. I don't believe in life, And I won't believe in death 'til I die...

Molly || La Belle Fleur Sauvage

Once he's gazed upon her, a man is forever changed. The bravest men return with darkened hearts and phantom pain. Ages come and go but her life goes on the same. Her colors change to mark the passing of the days. No Earthly sight can match the beauty she displays.

Karen || Cursed

Oh, I wanna know what I did, I wanna know her game! I wanna learn her wits and how she plays her tricks... Lots of booze and her kiss, These are drugs that do not mix. I was under her spell, And today I feel like hell.

Mary-Beth || Moonbeam

And you pulled me from a nightmare, With your eyes and your silver touch. Shone a little bit of light there, Now the darkness don’t scare me much.

Trelawny || When the Night is Over

When the ocean drinks the sky; And the city winks its eye. When the night is done, you’ll vanish in the sun. Will I hold you when the night is over?

Kieran || Secret of Life

To die for good, it must be earned. The ways of death can never be learned. And the life I’ve lived is only dust. The darkness comes for all of us.

Abigail || Wait by the River

If I can't change the weather, Maybe I can change your mind? If we can't be together, What's the point of life? Baby, I didn't mean the things I said. I don't honestly wish you were dead. I'm a fool; I'm just a man. If I only could hold you again.

Charles || Frozen Pines

And I look up to the sky, And I know you're still alive. But I wonder where you are, I call your name into the dark. I am ready to follow you even though I don't know where... Oh, I don't wanna be the only one living if all of my friends are gone.

Sadie || Love is Like Ghosts

Yes, I know that love is like ghosts. Oh, few have seen it, but everybody talks. Spirits follow everywhere I go. Oh, they sing all day and they haunt me in the night.

Tilly || Lullaby

You arrive along with the sun. Where have you been darlin'? What have you done? You were out finding trouble again? There's a fire in your eyes and there's blood on your hands.

Bill || Until the Night Turns

I had a vision tonight that the world was ending Yeah the sky was falling and time was bending We spent our last night in the moonlight Baby it's so bright we'll be up all night I got a helluva view for the end of the world I've got a bottle of booze and a beautiful girl If I'm a'­goin to die I'm gonna go in style

Lenny || I will be Back One Day

I wanna be with the ones I left. But I'm way out west. And the years keep on slipping away. I been running a long, long time. Trying to flee that life. But I can't seem to leave it behind .

Jack || The Birds are Singing at Night

When we're dead and gone, Will the mountains remember? Or just carry on, Moving as slow as the forest grows? And turn our bones into dust, An untold legend is lighting up. 

Swanson || Dead Man’s Hand

Was he unforgiven or just tired of living a life That never felt like his? I know how to live, I don't know how to die; And there ain't no thrills in the afterlife.

Mary Linton || Emerald Star

You never loved me; I came all the way through time and space... Oh, what a jewel are you, And, oh, what a fool am I for squandering my love.

Annabelle || In the Wind

Death is a wall but it can't be the end, You are my protector and my best friend, Well they say that you're gone, and that I should move on. I wonder: how do they know, baby? How do they know? Well, they don't.

Bonus: The WHOLE Gang || Brother

You say we're not like the others, Still we must die, all things must end.

I know we can't stop what's coming, But I will try, oh how I'll try! Will you fight with me, brother? One last time, one last fight?

Don't turn away, don't tell me that we're not the same. We face the fire together, brothers 'til the end. Don't run away, our time will come but not today. I stand beside you, brother, with you 'til the end.

[scorpiwrites]

𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐭 | 𝑅𝑒𝑚𝑢𝑠 𝐿𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑛 𝑥 𝑂𝐶

Desc : Lila decided she's done playing tiny games and just claimed her stake on her biggest target yet, her DADA Professor.

Warnings : 18+ minors dni, cheating, legal age gap ( they're repeating the 7th year, therefore 8th year!), 1 allusion to tits slapping, use of the word slut, pet names, slight mention of somnophilia act.

Note : I don't condone cheating, pals. It's just..... The song... yeah-

Tags : @scandalous-chaos

Caught the teacher giving his eyes to a student

Thought, "He pretty cute" and she bit her lip back to him

It was a prank gone wrong, now the whole castle felt like it was on fire and they're all darned sweating trying to just get through the day without falling to the temptations of just dropping everything to jump into the Black Lake itself.

The situation in the DADA class was nowhere near good. They were scheduled to have a practical lesson, and Lupin just cannot afford to push it back either because they need to learn the hands movement, as there is going to be a full moon on the day of their next class.

So here they are, the 8th year class, with a thin sheen of sweats on their temples, trying to perfect the incantations and the hand movement of an improved disarming spell. Lupin actually looked like he was doing fine, despite the rising temperature, he doesn't show that he was bothered that much in class, that's why the female student body are so intrigued by him, he just looks so handsome, mysterious, and just so out of reach.

Now, now, you know what they all say about the forbidden fruit, no?

Lila was one of the students who had decided to lose their ties on their third class that day, it was too much of a constriction, especially during hot days like this. And to top that off, she also unbuttoned a couple buttons off of her t-shirt. Others already know that she's the infamous Slytherin's Daredevil so they don't think it matters too much to reprimand her for it because they're just so used to her antics of having fun at the expense of their Professors' exasperation.

But today it was different for her. She already caught Lupin eyeing her several times in his classes, and today was the perfect day to push his buttons further. A little unbuttoned blouse here, a little couple of inches off of her skirt there, and a little mess on her hair later she nodded to her reflection in the bathroom, and went to purposely come late to his class.

And it's all to make sure that it was she who caught his eyes. Because she already claimed her stake at him, so that means he's hers and only hers to get.

And she knew right there as she walked past her friends that she had caught his eyes, seeing as he was staring at her. Sharp eyes imploring her hooded ones, she felt her lips twitched into a smirk as she decided to wink at him as she walked past him.

She didn't see it, but it was right then that Remus John Lupin's resolve starts to crumble. It was then as he licked his lips, when he eyed her as she walked further away from him, it was hunger that shone through his eyes.

Little did she know, she wasn't the only one who had claimed a stake in another. And they'll both get what they wanted at the end.

Or will they?

She said, "It's for all the right reasons

Baby, don't care 'bout grades, just call me your lady

"But we can't, Ms. Knox. It is highly inappropriate th—"

"Oh please, Professor. Like you haven't daydreamed about shagging the sin out of me, hm? Like you haven't thought about sneaking into my dorm to touch me as I sleep?"

Remus just stared down at her then, the little minx who dared to illegally invade his mind. She pouted as she saw his expression which was a cross between arousal and anger. She walked slowly to his figure, then she trailed a finger down his jaw to his chest and use it as something to hold on to as she pushed herself to her tip toes and whispers to his ear,

"Please, Professor…. Don't you wanna see me just kneeling in front of you? Don't you wanna stare into my eyes as you shag me so hard, just…. play with my body as I tremble under your touch….and hear me beg fo—"

It was right then that his patience ran out, so he cut her off by turning her body by her waist and pinned her hips against the desk. He was glad that he had the chance to cast a silencing charm before they had the talk or else everyone on the hall were going to be able to hear a wanton moan that she made as he grinds himself to her pert bum and his hands start to roam to her flimsy bra.

He hissed on her ear, lips littering tiny kisses along her neck and her cheeks as his hand started to undo her buttons,

"This is what you want, isn't it, pet? Just wanted to be a good girl for her Professor. Or is it a slut that you really wanna be, hm? Whoring herself to her Professor like a needy little bunny"

Her hazy mind doesn't seem to register anything he said, all she could think about at that moment were his hands roaming her tits, his little kisses and nibbles on her neck, and his thick cock just comfortably resting between her bum. Sudden sharp sting on her tit was able to bring her mind back a bit, as she saw his gaze imploring her through the mirror on his office wall.

"I asked you, you little brat. Why do you want to do this, hm? You got good grades, you got perfect scores on every subject here. So tell me why I shall allow this to continue, hm?" he whispered to her reddened ear.

Lila, who has already slipped so far in her mind only responded with a slurred speech while grinding her arse back to him, "Jus wann' be your good girl, Proffessr. A good lil buunny you can use hmmm"

Remus couldn't control his own movement as he felt his hips reciprocating hers. Creating a heavenly pressure against his groin. He bit her neck, "Darling girl…. We're gonna regret this aren't we? You're gonna drag me to hell, little bunny"

She lets out a breathy chuckle at that, "Oh professor…. we're already halfway there, sir"

☼︎𝒕𝒃𝒅☼︎

[kr1swashere]

I've been procrastinating watching encanto because I couldn't find any pirated versions in English

So now I've watched encanto, but in my mother tongue: Hungarian (although I spoiled the entire thing for myself before)

I'll be rating everyone, we don't talk about Bruno will be included in the rating for everyone in the song

Conclusions:

Abuela Alma's voice was terrible. She had one singular moment where I found it acceptable.

wdtab: that one single line she has is the best part of the song here help. 4.5/10. Deducted .5 because she doesn't have an accent

Pepa also doesn't have an accent or that tinge of nasallyness.

Wdtab: "I created a hurricane" takes away from her blaming Bruno

Okay listen. Since she's the first one saying "we don't talk about Bruno no no no" I count it as her line (since everyone just starts following her)

- there's no "no"s. Instead the transition of it is like "don't even mention it/him(Hungarian doesn't have gendered pronouns) this name has ling been forbidden. The name Bruno is forbidden" 2/10 kept her personality fairly alright

Felix:. No. He sounds like the whitest out of them. Why would you do this.

Wdtab: okay this one's actually okay. 5/10 plus points for being Felix.

Dolores: SHE'S SPEAKING LOUD. HOW. HOW DARE YOU. YOU LITERALLY TOOK HER CHARACTER AWAY

Her squeek is terrible please. It's bad. It's so bad. It sounds like if Isabella wanted to to it but she was actually a stuck up bitch and like 20000% worse

Wdtab: this is the only part in the movie where she whispered(not really). Not emphatic towards Bruno in the slightest. Also, speaking in past tense for half her first verse. 0/10. How dare they

Camilo: I didn't even notice him bro. Hes literally my favorite (with Dolores and Bruno and Mirabel and Antonio) and he's invisible.

Wdtab: his lyrics aren't bad, his voice just doesn't fit it. "Isabella your boyfriend's here" is actually pretty good When he talks about rats (not along his back. They're just an army here) he does a funny haha thing with his voice. 6/10

(+ fish lady: lyrics terrible. The fat guy idk: FUNKY FUNNY LYRICS. ONE GOOD THING IN THIS DUB. Priest looking baldie: eh)

Antonio: I just love him. Little boi. Baby. He's gonna grow up to be like Bruno and Camilo. Gremlin in the making. 8/10 deducted 2 points because I hate the Hungarian language. Also Hungary.

Julieta: still has no lines. I love her tho 7/10

Agustín: lines where? Anyway, funky man. Love him. 7/10

Isabella: no. Absolutely not. How dare you.

Wdtab: Bruno ENCOURAGED her to follow her dreams in this translation. Absolutely terrible. She sounds whiny. 3/10

Luisa: so uh. No? Thanks. Sure, could have been worse. Still bad.

In surface pressure: still bad. Lyrics are not very good. 4/10

Mirabel: Ah yes, let's make the main character (who is not white.) Sound like a generic 30 year old white woman recovering from drug addiction.

Wdtab: why. She barely has lines. How can you make it so bad. 0/10 "come now, whisper their (the vision's) meaning to me Bruno" sounds weird.

Bruno: LOOK. ITS MY FAVOURITE RAT MA- oh they ruined him. The wood knocking superstition is bad too. 4/10

[huggableyoungjae]

Good morning my sunshine (＾▽＾)I have to tell you several things :)) 1) Did you see yesterday the cheerleaders ???? Well I don't think JB was too pleased to see Youngjae enjoying&"approve" the act ???poor Jaebummie's heart lol 2) I just read @fuckyeahchoiyoungjae response about the SIN lyrics of JB's new song and after reading the translation I completely agree with her it is about forbidden relationship my poor 2jae babies but JB insists he will continue so I'm O.K. what do you think?(＾▽＾)XoXo

HI anony! 

Sorry this is so late :(

Answer to question 1: OMG!!! HOW DARE YOUNGJAE CHEAT ON ME JAEBUM BY ENJOYING THAT SHOW THAT REMINDS ME OF BOYS BEING AT A STRIP CLUB OR SOMETHING! and freaking out hahaha  /.\ youngjae! you are supposed to be innocent! *jackson’s voice* “what is innocent about you?” [x]

JB being a cheater..

Answer to question 2: asdfghjklShafiekah! [link]

Shafiekah already did a good way of interpreting the forbidden love because yes, it is very “forbidden” in Korea and “dangerous” ! 

we all know Jaebum’s song are ‘mature content’ haha and this well…

“Until we are wrecked babe” Like when you crashed the van and killed all your members except Jinyoungie? (reference to Got7′s Flight Log: Departure Trailer)

Sin by Defsoul:

“We have to stay up all night”  [When they were roommates, they would stay up all night until morning talking about their worries (and who knows what else)]

“I always think you” And you do, i mean if you miss someone, then you have to be filled with thoughts of them ^^ [link]

“i will clean everything up, except you” … I know you make Youngjae clean up his mess when he was your roommate haha but then again, wasn’t a reason you both didn’t want to show your room a second time because of the mess..? [link]

“My heart is ripped apart already,So much that i can’t recognize anymore,but i still look at you” {x X x X] the following gif always give a “hurtful vibe” like he is staring and has a longing and also sadness that he can’t hug? him! like!! his “heart is ripped apart already”!

“It’s not something that doesn’t make sense” you sure because i’m still confused Bummie haha

So like Shafiekah mentioned in her tag, yes i do think it’s a song about forbidden love and Jaebum craving Youngjae someone and wanting them close and taking risks despite the consequences, and even though he tries, he cannot pull through with being away or not wanting to be close to Youngjae someone :)

his possessive hand! stop it Bum! you are in public!

But i hope this was ok anony? sorry i did this half away haha

love you! good night! or good evening or morning

[itwilltoteshappen]

(1/6) Thanks for being so kind and friendly and allowing people to speak their minds on your blog even if you don't agree. You know, sometimes I can almost understand why people become ex-larries/houies--it's forbidden to say something about Louis that isn't the party line. Having doubts about him instantly labels you as a mean anti/houie. People are afraid to speak up about it, and that's horrible. It's not much better than bullying. I hate when antis call larries a cult, but

(2/6) there’s one thing larries become cult-like: Louis. I don’t know why it is that way, but it gets really old, you know? We’re all adults, but bullying those who dare to have an opinion different from the crowd puts a bad taste in my mouth and takes me back to my high school days. Don’t people get that this type of behavior is exactly why people leave the Larry fandom? Not because they necessarily stop believing in Larry, but because of the toxic attitude toward those who dare to think

(3/6) a little differently about Louis than the majority? Thinking that Louis might have different ambitions doesn’t make Louis a bad person or Larry less real. I wish people around here learned that thinking differently isn’t an attack against Louis and Larry. People are allowed to have doubts in real life without instantly becoming a “closeted anti.” I’ll never be an anti: I believe the boys are in love and together, but perhaps out perception of the boys was wrong. We don’t know them.(4/6) I mean, Louis managed to hide Jay’s illness for a year; what are the odds of us knowing his inner thoughts and ambitions? Louis is the only one who still has so many ties to OT, so I think having doubts is very normal. NOT having them at all is actually strange. I love the boys, but they aren’t perfect idols who can do no wrong. They’re people, with flaws and bad decisions. I’m not gonna justify everything they do and make excuses for them to make them fit into this idea of them I have.

(5/6) Don’t Het harries do the same with Harry? They blindly deny his less than het actions and words, reaching to find explanations for them. Larries do the same thing do with Louis. The world isn’t black and white. There’s gray, too. We aren’t sheep. We should be allowed to have different opinions on Louis’ actions without people attacking us for our thoughts and accusing us of being antis. It makes me so sad, because Larry fandom is wonderful otherwise and I’ve made some great friends here. 

(6/6) But I’m afraid to tell even them about my doubts, and I fucking hate it. It’s not healthy and it really ruins my fandom experience. I can’t just delete and make friends with antis, because I think they’re wrong about Larry; I can’t be a houie because I don’t think the boys broke up. Where are people like me supposed to go? People who believe in Larry, think they’re still together, but have a different opinion on the boys than the majority of Larry fandom? I’m tired, B.

awwwwww babe, I’m so so so so SO sorry you’re feeling this way.  I can definitely see you’re in a tough place. I think people are particularly defensive because they’ve been attacked for so long.  The bigger blogs in particular get sent a lot of hate on a daily basis.  And if it’s NOT straight up hate, it’s antis trolling pretending to be doubters just so they can take what the responses are back and either laugh at it or twist words which in turn leads to more people sending more hate.  I’ve never seen fandom dynamics like this.  I understand where it comes from, sure, leading alllllll they way back for years, but that unfortunately doesn’t help fix the situation now.  

People ARE very protective of Louis here.  He’s been shut down so much, fans were afraid of him for so long, people have called him such ugly names and talked shit about him, and then not to mention the fact that he recently went through a personal tragedy.  

While i understand what you’re trying to say regarding het harries, for me the argument doesn’t quite hold up.  They’re basing their perception on Harry on what the media says about him and not looking deeper into what he’s actually saying.  I”m not trying to be rude here, but to me that’s what it seems like you’re doing with Louis.  You’re basing it on what’s publicly being said, and not the things that we’ve observed upon closer inspection.

I do agree with you that none of the boys are perfect by any means and I do agree that we definitely don’t know Louis’ innermost thoughts, but…I guess my question to you is, who DO you think he is exactly?  What do you think his ambitions are? if you take a look at everything he’s done publicly (and this is removing any personal feelings, anything having to do with Larry, just stating what’s been publicly shown) he’s kind of all over the place. He’s got a UK label supposedly working with a US girl band. A manager that handles on camera personalities based in the UK and is also listed as a solo artist on their website. He’s got a US based agent that deals with actor/musicians. He just released a solo song through a US based label. He signed with a UK based PR firm but let a completely separate UK based PR firm handle the PR for his single.  

To me, just looking at those facts alone, I have absolutely no clue what this person wants to do next.  I didn’t even add in the fact that we know he’s an amazing songwriter who enjoys doing that as well.  So then that’s when I take a look at it from things i’ve OBSERVED which, sure, that’s open to interpretation, but from what i’ve seen, that’s not a kid that’s not exactly on friendly terms with Simon Cowell.  So that’s when I start asking why.  And even, as I mentioned yesterday, from a purely business standpoint, certain things don’t make sense to me.  Which leads me to ask MORE whys. and THEN finally as my very last step, I look at it from a Larry point of view and find even MORE whys on TOP of those whys.  

I’m not here to try to change your mind, I”m just showing my thought process.  I really am curious to know what your thoughts are and why you came to the conclusions you’ve come to.  

I wish I had more advice about your friends.  I don’t know them, but I would think if they’re legitimately good people if you come to them privately and say “hey, so i’ve been thinking about this particular  situation and this is how I see it.  I see it this way because…” and explain yourself that they’ll understand. They might not agree, but as long as you’re not an asshole about it (which obviously you aren’t) and as long as you present it with valid reasons why you feel that way, if they’re your  friends, they should understand.  Maybe also look into finding some blogs that are just here to enjoy the boys and don’t do so much speculation on either side of the spectrum.  There’s still joy to be found here.  Lots of big solo projects to look forward to and even a film!  Focus on the things you love about these boys and not the drama surrounding the fandom.  And you’re welcome to chat with me any time!