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[zeraaachan]

when my chrysanthemum go

og! cale henituse x gn! transmigrated! reader

content(s): in which you fell in love with a red chrysanthemum. and everything became meaningful yet meaningless at the same time.

warning(s): spoilers for tcf, angst/no comfort, ooc og! cale, unedited, possible typographical and grammatical errors ahead

author(s) note: i'm not done reading the novel yet but yea, i'm in love with him already. and i don't know how to spell the flower's name for the life of me.

he was never the trash he played spectacularly. he was just a mere actor of an opera meant to protect his family. he was nothing but a count's eldest son, sweet and loving but reckless in his ways, who plays the role of the drunkard trash of the county. sure he drinks, but his mind stays sharp. rough he is with his tongue but his words never meant any harm, at least to the people he cherishes. and had anyone ever saw his cheeks truly bloom? not with the ruddy red of alcohol but with purer emotions? he was adorable, loveable even. the cale henituse you knew was never a trash. he's more than that. he is a thick book with deeper meaning.

the original cale henituse was truly special... to you who entered this fantasy world.

you've been curios from the start even though you haven't read that far in the book. you've always asked if the original cale henituse was truly a trash? what happened to him after the first scenario? was he something deeper, a more dynamic character? someone who played a bigger role instead of a fodder? you've always been curios about the original cale henituse.

and your curiosity was quenched when you had a sipped of what it meant to be in a world with him. to actually meet him.

he laughed with you and dusted your cheeks with the same hue as his hair. and brought you to a garden where he wove a crown of flower for the mane on your head. cale, your cale, took you to places. to where he went when he's at his lowest to the highest peak where he promised you his loyalty in the name of cale henituse. you watched the sunset, of course. it was a classic. he'll prepare a banket on the grass for the two of you to sit and give you delectable foods that the staff prepared. he's a noble after all. you can't expect him to cook but you can expect him to adore you with his reddish brown eyes.

and if he's truly a trash like what the book says, will a trash ever weep for his mother? will a trash bring you to where the biggest portrait of the previous countess hang and tell you stories of her, her dignity and glory, her warmth and affection. will a trash ever have that solemn look in his eyes as he hold your hand and tell you how he misses the person who gave birth to him? and will a trash protect his family? in his own unconventional ways? will a trash ever ruin himself for the sake of others?

and will a trash ever look at you fondly and accept the red chrysanthemum in your hand.

because that's what he do. that's what the cale you know do.

"thank you" a soft smile graced his lips as you gifted him the dainty flower. it's nothing special or grand. you even picked it on a random field. "but why a red chrysanthemum?"

and to that you'll answer.

"in some cultures, red chrysanthemums means love and passion."

you saw him open his mouth and ask why not roses instead which you answered with, "roses have thorns. but you never pricked me even once when i caressed you."

cale immediately closed his mouth after that. a smile made its way to your lips as you continue your monologue.

"your hair," he unconciously touched his red locks, bathed in the setting sun that complimented its radiant color even more. "it reminds me of it. and i love it."

it was true. you love his red hair that often have a rivalry with his cheeks whenever he drink or talk to you. you love his red hair that shines gloriously every morning, when the sun peek at his bedroom's window. you love his red hair that scatters on his white pillow on the most fashionable way. you love his red hair and you love--

"you."

him. you love cale henituse who'll you'll always remember by his red hair that caught your attetion, just like the little red chrysanthemum, on that day on that wide field.

"i'm glad." he finally stated after a flustered moment, cheeks as bright s his locks, and eyes shining with embarassment. he looked away when he noticed your eyes that are still on him. with quick clumsy movements, he looked away and streteched his limbs that got too relaxed from laying with you beneath the sun. he stood up and faced the sun. his clothed back on full display to you, wide and proud and sure of everything.

his shadow that day casted on you.

"i'll also give you red chrysanthemums as soon as we return. better, a garden of it." he proudly said with a cheeky grin once he finally faced you, reminding you once again that he's filthy rich just to do that. he offered his hand to help you stand up and gave you the warmest, brightest, and most loving smile you saw on him. "let's do this again tomorrow."

to which he followed.

"i love you, l/n y/n. for today and tomorrow." he muttered, almost in an oath. "and i'll keep doing it so wait for that red chrysanthemum garden. i'll tell ron tomorrow."

but that tomorrow never came. you became too engrossed with your own fantasy, with your own lovesick novel, that you forgot that none of the two of you are the main characters in the plot. you're not the main couple that fought against everything with love. by the end of the day, the two of you are just another side characters... with unfulfilled dreams and imperfect romance.

and it all came falling down when you saw the calm look in his eyes.

you lost him already.

"i will not get that red chrysanthemum garden, won't i?" you asked broken heartedly, a single streak of tears on your cheek that multiplied when he answered you with a confused look.

you lost him. the flower you saw that day, the flower you loved... bloomed into another flora.

you forgot that chrysanthemums can also mean goodbye.

when my chrysanthemum go

zerake

[deep-space-lines]

okay but like. I just had the weirdest thought about that ‘don’t look I’m naked’ comic. Which is that that’s essentially the same thing Adam and Eve did after they ate the fruit of knowledge of good&evil. So I feel like the theological implications of that could kneecap Gabe if he doesn’t think V1 is a being with free will.

yeah ok. i dunno man. is this anything

((side note. this isn’t necessarily meant to be in-character or story-accurate or take place at any particular point in time, just a way to explore some Thoughts. i was also imagining more that V1’s words aren't actually spoken, more like Gabriel’s more articulate interpretation of whatever garbled mechanical noise V1 is using to communicate. I think an angel could do that.))

and then they fucked nasty the end

[nunalastor]

Val and Vox

[catcrumb]

CATCRUMB FIELD NOTE 3

(Note 1:)

going out to the grave oak grove today for sediment collection + trap check

arrived at Grave Oak Grove with little incident

sediment churn +2% in shaded grove areas. inhabitants have been raising carrion again

lumch break 12:13

LEAVING EARLY DUE TO ATTEMPTED BURYING. BY NEW BEAST. SKETCH:

[hasty black ink sketch of a dark silhouette of a furred creature with tall ears and a long tail, leaping across the note with paws in front of it]

digging claws, tufted ears, long bushy tail

back in van. can hear it trying to get under hood. car isn't starting

(Note 2:)

It's in

I'm out of the dirt. Night now. Feeling weaker. Tree above me heavy with acorns. Took some for sample. Scratches all over me. Grave dirt everywhere. No sign of the creature but some tracks. [sketch of a paw with visible claw marks]

(Note 3:)

Back at base. Took a nap. Feel a bit better. Can't stand up for long w/o feeling dizzy. Going to spend day analyzing acorns + soil.

Calls aren't connecting. Judging by scratches, might be same beast. Cool cool cool good

Better sketch: [a sketch of the same creature with much more definition, a small oval head and a sloping back, with a curled proboscis under its snout]

Features:

needle proboscis, like an over grown mosquito

muscled powerful forelimbs with massive sharp claws.

hind legs more for jumping.

BIG.

(Note 4:)

Holing up in the attic - figured it'd be better to get away from the ground. Found these notes in the desk up here. Worrying

(Note 5:)

[a blank ink sketch of the same creature but by a different artist this time. it looks similar to the other sketches but there is more definition to it: more fur, more coherency to the way it is shaped. it looks like a creature that can dig and attack. it is labeled "fig 1." a closeup of a curled proboscis is in the corner, labeled "fig 2."]

(Note 6, written in a different hand than the other notes:)

A Tumulus Lynx (Fig 1) bound to the nearby Grave Oak Grove has been stalking the station for the last 6 days. It already made an attempt to bury me beneath the central Grave Oak. I managed to fight it off, but have not gone out since. I'm going to make a break for my jeep at daybreak. Leaving these notes for any future researchers in case I cannot get this station abandoned, whether through the guild's stubbornness or my death. If you see this animal, VACATE ASAP. It will only grow bolder after its first taste of marrow. -- M. Shadow

(Note 7, back to the original hand:)

Going to try and leave at dawn. Can't do much else - don't have any water left. Leaving these with the other notes. -- C. Crumb

[anastoza]

I'm in progress of making something really silly and all that can stop me is my inability to finish things MAYBE THIS PICTURE WILL GIVE YOU AN IDEA OF WHAT IT WILL BE

[journey-to-the-attic]

i just think it'd be funny if gabriel ultrakill was inexplicably also a member of the celestial realm, and also he was massive

[azaracyy]

a lesson on good karma digimon survive week 2024 day 4: supporting characters

[choiliner]

watch watch, gotta watch watch me, yeah — for @ashxxgyu

[wispurring-moss]

*trips gracelessly onto my face & This flies out of my pocket like a shot*

welp, finally flew too close to the VCU sun & found myself plummeted straight down into hell, who'da thunk it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ so have a spider boi doodle for now i guess, he's so shape-y lol i'm vibing with it~

[roadkill-punk]

I've been doodling ideas for HK themed tarot cards, I may never finish any of them, but I thought I'd share some of my favorite sketches so far :3

I've done quite a few more than these, but I like these ones the best right now

I've put (probably too much) thought into the symbolism of the cards and their elements when making these and I've tried to either stay true to the original symbolism or adapt it to something that makes sense in Hollow Knight. If you're interested in a specific one, feel free to ask! Otherwise I really don't feel like writing all that down lol it is a lot of jumbled ideas.

I'm aware two of the aces are flipped the wrong way I can't be bothered to fix that yet.

[rireraa]

midorima's hands

midorima X gn reader [all characters aged up]

precisely his fingers trail down your body. your skin begins to burn under his touch, craving more, but he enjoys seeing you so desperate

right now his biggest desire is to save the view of you all naked into his mind, even his whole being like he had done so many times before. midorima shintarō can never get enough of you

especially not of the sounds you make when he pulls your hair back when he kisses you like it's the only thing that keeps him alive, when he twirls your nipples so nicely and presses you down to bed to make sure you don't disappear out of sudden

it took much time for him to get that confident in the bedroom

he wanted his hands everywhere on you, but he was so insecure to do something wrong, to eventually hurt you and even lose you

if he only knew what he did to you by caressing you so gently but not giving you enough

your words were needed to direct him to the right place. mentally and physically. reassuring you like what he does, guiding his hands to your private places and calling him a good boy who is doing a great job

yes, he would blush and try to hide his face, sometimes even between your legs, but he loves to watch your facial expressions while he presses down on your most sensitive spot to know how you feel and gives as much love to you as possible

after getting into a relationship with you, he would even take more care of his hand care and nails, so there wasn't any change he could scratch you by mistake

and when he sees you reaching your orgasm, your man feels like god. his own breathing gets faster and louder, his fingers speed up, both of you chasing your climax until you explode thanks to him

sooner or later he will be encouraged enough to go further than your orgasm, just to feel how he can make you shiver

[sushisketching]

day 15 - they’re holding hands also a sign that you should watch owl house fr go watch it what are you doing here

[arkiwii]

very sad still see the saria/silence divorce headcanon still going around

have you ever tried to consider that they never dated before lone trail because it would be unrealistic with the timeline and the events and also because it would be overshadowing the actual truth of why they couldn't get along

[puppetmaster13u]

Oh boi even more of One au in like 3 hours lol

I like to think that like how in @phoenixcatch7's Doll au there's gas versions of like cures and such in the batfam's gas masks since they don't need to breath when possessing the puppets right? I like to think there's an organic version of that with the meat puppet bodies, at least with Bruce, where the plates on his neck opens up into vents of sorts, pictured here with a few spikes removed for visibility reasons.

This gas could be some cures for like Joker venom & Fear gas and such, or it could also be sedatives, paralytics, could even vary between each member. (For example in the Cryptidverse Steph has Anesthetics on her claws, Jason has reflective powder that mimics embers/sparks, Cass has paralytics, etc). Honestly I am just brainstorming so this could definitely change lmao

I do like to think they start developing their own venom though, gotta' have those fangs & tusks for some reason lol

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

Sticking this on here even tho it's a general Sitewide Problem - I'm sick of people making excuses for retroactively adding more bigotry into tf2. It feels like people are only capable of thinking about marginalized people (especially "in the past") as our suffering, so writing a gay character, or a trans character, or a black character, or etc. must involve them suffering somehow. People go to such fucking lengths to pull hypothetical marginalized people out of their ass who LOVE writing about characters like them experiencing hate crimes as "coping", but In My Opinion your coping should not involve publicly making a bunch of joke characters from a comedy video game get called real slurs that affect people in real life. Even if your point is "bigotry is bad", not every single fucking thing that has a black character or a gay character in it has to be About Bigotry. You all let white characters just be characters, but the minute you wanna put Demo tf2 in your fanfiction you need to take some great stand against racism and choose to do this by portraying him suffering. I don't care if it's to show that Racism Bad - you NEED to learn to love marginalized people more than you hate bigots. Never mind everything I could say about how actually no, it would not be "period accurate to the 1960s" for everyone to constantly be spewing or facing racism and homophobia. Acceptance and taking stands against bigotry aren't new concepts. Your "historically accurate" tf2 fanfic has done absolutely nothing except show a bunch of already marginalized people that our suffering is more important than our joy. In My Opinion

[galaxygirl8880]

Alberu*Staring off into space*: Rosalyn made the mistake of giving me magically enhanced makeup.

Alberu: So now no one knows I haven't slept in 72 hours.

Alberu: ...In hindsight, maybe this wasn't the best idea-

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