#on the left is flowers representing laws feelings

[citrusdownn]

whispers of freedom and love spoken to flowers

[mirtash]

a lil bit of lore: Princess Luna had to banish her sister on the Sun for 1000 years  Luna doesn't have enough power to hold the sun on the sky for long enough because Celestia being in her nightmare form (it's not a Day Breaker but I don't have a name for her yet eeeee like Supernova or smth???) weakens Luna's connection with the sun (and also Luna holds less magic power than Celestia in general) what's more Nightmare Celestia cursed Luna's ponies to be "the creatures of the darkness where you belong", turning them into Bat Ponies. most of the ponies in Equestria are bat ponies. Pegasy Unicorns and Earth ponies only comes from ancient pure blood families like Apples, Pies, Glimmers, etc some as Rainbow and Rarity mostly look as regular pegasys and unicorn but they can hold trates of the bat ponies (fangs, ears, sometimes wings) Bat ponies and the hybrids don't feel good enough during daytime (their eyes works so much better in the dark, they flies faster during night time and prefer lower temperature) and that's another reason why Princess Luna has to hold moon at the sky longer than sun Apple Jack

- She puts flowers in her mane in the memory of her mother. In this AU Pear Butter is a very cool genetic. She died when Apple Bloom turns 5 and Apple Jack (who just turned 15) left absolutely heart broken. However this tragedy made Apple siblings much stronger and they've become closer than ever. That's when Apple Jack finally gets her cutie mark, representing her bond with apple family (three apples represent Apple Bloom, Apple Jack and Big Mac) - Apple Jack is one of the ponies who doesn't really enjoy Luna's reign mostly because she is a farmer and it's hard for her to take care of the various apple trees during longer night time. - The Apple family is VERY conservative they are one of the very few families in Equestria who still grows original sorts apples (and other crops), including a super rare Zap Apples and that need extra care due the lack of sunlight. - one of the Apple family ancestors happened to be the leader of the earth ponies rebellion that happened in the first years of Luna's reign. Luna's spirit was broken after she had to banish her sister and things didn't go very well in her kingdom. Hundred of angered ponies led by the "iron mare" Red Delicious broke into the Castle of the two Sisters. The guards didn't even try to stop them.  When ponies entered the throne room they saw The Princess of darkness, crying over her sister's broken throne. The room was filled with blooming Sunflowers, favorite flowers of Celestia. Then Luna turned to them and she spoke to them as a princess and they saw the power she holds and they realized she can destroy them all with a single spell. But she didn't. Red Delicious who was determined to fight "the princess of darkness" till the end finally saw the real Luna and she wasn't scared or angry anymore but started to feel the compassion for her. - Red Delicious herself helped Luna to make a plan on defeating hunger. Ponies were starving due the lack of crops and Red Delicious worked hard alongside with Luna to invent plants that would be able to grow effectively in the dark on the shortest time. Ponyville became the first night farmers city (very close to the Castle of the two sisters). 

Rainbow Dash - Her full name is Rainbow Stormcloud Dash. - Her mother and father are both pegasy and her grand grand father is a hybrid bat pony (she likes him sooo much he is super cool) However, she doesn't have any trates of bat pony except of the ability to see in the dark and flying at night. - Rainbow mane in different varieties is a very rare gene that only exists in her blood line a very long time ago one of her ancestors tried to save his friend from a dragon and flied so fast he broke the laws of physics and a Sonic Rainboom happened.  After that his mane turned rainbow colored. Pegasus with a rainbow mane was born once in a generation since then but a very few of them were able to perform a Sonic Rainboom. - Rainbow Dash is the first pegasus in Equestria history who was able to perform the Nocturnal Rainboom. - Her dream is to become a Shadow Bolt. They are the best flyers in Equestria!!! And most of them are bat ponies because it's hard for a pegasus to perform bat's tricks. Not for Rainbow though! 

[gomu-fer]

Law + mexican s/o

I am a believer that Skypiea was 100% supposed to represent Mexico I mean… the whole history and design of the island screamed Tenochtitlán to me. Also I am Mexican so I gotta represent am I right? 🇲🇽🦅🦅🦅

Masterlist

Pt. 2

If your name is specifically very noticeably Mexican, he’d be very curious and ask the meaning and the proper pronunciation

Obsessed with your accent and loves when it slips out

He would never forget the first time you made him chilaquiles he literally ascended to heaven

Definitely would ask you to cook him your traditional meals, probably fell in love with the cuisine and he can’t live without it now

A sucker for tamales

The day you made pozole, everyone begged you to never leave the crew and keep on making it for them

“You better treat them right Captain” said Penguin as he served his 4 plate of pozole

And don’t get me started on tacos… you are legally obligated to cook tacos at least once a week

Bepo would help you make tortillas and die happy if you let him eat the first one

Law’s mortal enemy is el mazapán, he almost fainted when you made him eat it, he thinks it’s the most disgusting thing on this earth

He finds it kinda amusing how your voice changes when speaking spanish, also would beg for you you teach him because he feels left out and wants to understand what you say

100% would get mad if you start speaking spanish and won’t translate afterwards. What if you’re talking shit and he doesn’t know it? FOMO (even if it’s about him)

The kind of guy to find the fact that you’re bilingual extremely attractive, you’re so smart

Would tease you if you forget words or don’t understand certain slang, but would always translate/explain it to you he doesn’t want to make you feel left out

Loves to swear in spanish, like the most mexican curses

His favorite one is chinga tu madre

One of his favorite activities is cuddling while you whisper sweet nothings in spanish to him

You once told him that even though names can’t be translated, he would probably be called Lorenzo and he hated it and of course you call him that to rile him up because its hilarious

100% bought a book to also teach himself some more spanish and impress you

You once wore a traditional outfit for a banquet and absolutely loved it he couldn’t stop complimenting you and eventually you gifted him a handmade shirt that he treasures

You gifted him some nice boots too and he wears them religiously

He noticed every time November would roll by, you’d buy flowers that’d sit under some pictures, and would also make some decorations with skeletons on them. When you explained what Día de Muertos was and that those were pictures of your loved ones that had passed away, he was so amazed and next November he’d add a picture of Corazón in your altar and bought stuff you were missing to complete it

Eventually the tradition was embraced by the whole crew and everyone would participate putting together a bigger altar on display for everyone

You’d paint everyone as catrines and best believe everyone is exited to be part of it, celebrating your culture and those that are not here is so precious to the crew

Viernes de carne asada at the submarine

There would probably be some cultural differences between you and Law; for example he probably thought you were so damn loud (a lot of ppl had told me we are very loud?) or wouldn’t get your sense of humor at first

Confused on why you keep every damn plastic bag inside another bag

Home remedies scare him, what do you mean you’re putting lemon on your cut? Would accept some sore throat drink tho

Freaked out the first time you did a limpia on him but he’s used to it now, still thinks it’s stupid tho and he’ll roll his eyes and grumble

He. Loves. Vaporub

When you proclaimed it was absolutely magical he laughed, but when then witnessed its power now he always has some on him

When he hears your music blasting in the morning he knows you’re on cleaning duty

He would probably listen to spanish rock and would ask you to translate the lyrics

When you moved in to a shared room with Law, he noticed how a lot of the decorations were so colorful it was comical how contrasting it was from his personal style. You were adding color to his life, literally and metaphorically

Noche de loteria once a month everyone plays and sometimes it gets out of hand, Law is so competitive he is winning no matter what

You asked Law to dress as a charro for your birthday. At first he acted like it was annoying but honestly he liked the all black outfit and ended up loving it

He’d wear it around to fluster you

Would bend whenever you call him “mi vida” or “mi amor” but would get mad if you do it in front of others, that’s for his ears only also hates pda

Honestly he loves everything about you and understands how your culture is a huge part of who you are, so he is eager to learn about and connect with it, but most importantly to allow you to embrace it, after all the heart pirates are your family

Might make this a series with other characters feel free to request

[brandycranby]

ce characters + whether your asian parents would like them and how to win them over 🥺😣🫶🏻💕🍵

based on unfortunately realistic intrusive thoughts i have while reading self-insert fics

steve: military? hm. desi peeps leave ur comments bc idk how desi parents feel but i know ALL the east asian and southeast asian parents and grandparents might have something to say about that. the US army has left its mark.. just saying... better highlight his better features such as his sensitive artistic nature!! wait. wait. not that either, no need for them to call him a bum at the dinner table.

just... have him win your mom over with his stunning future son-in-law adorableness and charming smile 😀

andy: lawyer. that's it- no, no it doesn't matter if your EA mom prefers flower boys and he's a little too bearded. lawyer. the desi parents are messaging the Whatsapp group chat, they're calling the fam back in the motherland. look at that beard. lawyer.

tall ✅ upper middle-class ✅ drives an audi ✅ divorced? he has you now.

ari: handsome... ok.. but also. military. hmm. non-religious/non-abrahamic religious peeps, your asian parents might give him a better reception. but um, "divorced?" "has a daughter??" "soldier la??" "he have steady income???" 👁️👄👁️

my super religious background peeps, im so sorry. maybe the part where he's Jewish will get lost in translation. um. that's a fight and a half at the dinner table, good luck 🥲 maybe just elope.

curtis: ... I MEAN IS IT THE APOCALYPSE?? if not, your dad would probably like him. a man's man. strong, silent, built like a brick wall and does whatever DIY project he points him towards when you visit. your mom will call him scary. i don't think that would change whether you're E/S/SEA, your mom is pulling you aside in the kitchen and asking if you're really sure about him.

let Curtis show his gentle side. yeah, he's tall and intimidating but he has a soft heart. tell your lil cousins and niblings to use him as a jungle gym

jake: see Andy above- no, EVEN MORE POWERFUL THAN ANDY. yeah, military veteran, yeah, he's a lil awkward. but. computer science. information technology. wifi. tvs, laptops, phones. your parents are going to turn him into their personal help line and you might have to put a stop to it but goddamn if they don't call him son the minute this convo happens:

"he's in cybersecurity"

"what is cyba-"

"... IT"

"OH EYE-TEE. EYE-TEE VERY GOOD"

ransom: he's rich. he wears L.L. Bean and probably has the Louis Vuitton travel duffle bag. ransom is the nicest dressed, actually fashionable, sleek, and nicest smelling compared to the rest of these bozos. your mom loves him already. your dad is on the fence but also, he's well off enough to take care of you.

don't... say that he writes. yes, he does write. but focus on the fact that he's connected to a big big publishing house. yes yes. if this is an au and he's in charge of Blood Like Wine. BUSINESS OWNER, TAKE THAT.

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disclaimer, all asian parents different. my dad is a graphic designer/artsy (though idk if he'd want me to date an artist tbh...) if ur parents aren't represented feel free to reblog w ur thoughts 😌

[respectthepetty]

So I just caught up and it feels like it's way to early but...

I just want to put a few things here in case they matter later

Ep 1

Tinns shirt is green and Charns tie has tiny green stripes

Ep2

Green phone, Green pocket square (perfectly placed on the left)

(for the record while his tie looks similar episode 2's has silver stripes)

That's all, have a nice day.

@rocketturtle4, Daddy aka @dribs-and-drabbles wrote about the colors in Laws of Attraction and thinks Charn is blue and Tinn is green.

But before I get into that, the sister/aunt/whatever kin she is, is definitely a Green Gal.

She even uses a green water nozzle to spray the people outside their house.

But for the main guys . . . I don't know. Tinn sits at the only blue and green table in the restaurant, and his blue bike is in front of the green stand.

So let's inspect the colors in Laws of Attraction!

As you and Daddy spotted, Tinn has a green cake and a green phone.

Daddy also mentioned a green screwdriver was used to break into his house.

But you also mentioned Charn's shirts being green (in the above pictures as well).

While our sweet babygirl Charn, who has never done anything wrong in his entire life, wears mostly blue.

And when he gives Tinn clothes after spending the night at his place, he gives Tinn dark blue (with his blue flowers on the table) while Tinn decides to sit in front of a green pillow.

But the night before, was Charn wearing a blue shirt when he dragged Tinn in with a green jacket?

Because the issue is that it seems they have already exchanged colors, which would be strange. (Tumblr REFUSED to let me put these as four individual pictures)

Unless, the green really doesn't come from Tinn . . .

His niece gave him the green cake. She had her dolls in a green box, and her school supplies were all green. And the doll that Tinn made her had a blue handkerchief for him.

So maybe if the green is the niece, Charn found it in his heart to care about her death, and him wearing the green tie when he realized something was strange about the case, and him wearing the green shirt when he was trying to figure out how her dolls connected to the case show how he is beginning to care about this girl and her family deep down in his heart represented by the green pocket square.

Let's see how this colored cake bakes!

[12pt-times-new-roman]

c3e66

To Zephrah!

I am reminded that there's another place in the story where we've seen wounds that leak black ichor and refuse to heal by natural or magical means: the wound that Tharizdun left Ioun with.

oh the new Laudna art is gorgeous

Orym got a custom battle maneuver! Zephran Spirit lets him expend a superiority die and add the result to a dexterity save. I'm assuming it's not a dex save specifically caused by wind, because that's ridiculously specific -- it's probably something like dex saves against falling prone, being grappled, forced movement, etc.

First to greet them is Maeve, Orym's sister (in law), with a group of guards.

Keyleth is still wounded, and are multiple Zephran soldiers who made it out of "the Red Center." That battle was an "all to arms" situation, and most of Zephrah's military force was sent there. Lida, another of Orym's systers, was unharmed and is tending to Keyleth's wounds.

In Zephrah, some of the permanent enchantment-based wards are offline, and some of their means of transportation are down.

oh god, Keyleth's spell slots aren't restoring either???

When the malleus key went off, everyone in the crater responded differently. Many were scattered across the continent, and others have been sent after them; and the rest were left behind and continued the fight.

When they arrive, Keyleth is resting. Her wounds haven't closed, and while there is no blood, they look freshly carved, with exposed red flesh that hasn't healed over. "The assassin uses the same toxin that once found its way to our village. It doesn't have a historical precursor we can find, and I barely sustained an injury last time but we all lost much in the shadow of that day. They were able to recover with the use of a... challenging remedy made from the blue perenum flower." Few grow, but those that do are found in cursed landscapes -- places of strife and unfriendly beasts. The ones they collected last time were from the Gray Valley north of Zephrah, and were all used to heal wounds from the last attack -- though notably, it seems that the use of this remedy can only affect a living creature. A party, including one of Orym's sisters, went out to find this flower, but they haven't returned.

Zephrah lost over 2 dozen people in the crater. That number includes people who were teleported away who may still be alive, though.

"The last thing that I saw, before the light took us... was someone important to me. Someone I lost long ago. And I will do everything in my power to destroy those who did this. Otohan, Ludinus, Liliana -- all of them. I will tear down everything they represent, and I will see that they leave no more pain in their wake."

"We need to rally. Confusion is woven into the design. They have sown confusion for months, in big towns and small... [the Ruby Vanguard] is now emerging publicly, using the confusion and outrage of the public to bolster their efforts." She asks them to track down the group that went missing trying to find the flowers for the cure, and to bring them and the plant back.

"Find this for us, so that we may heal. Then, together, we will rain the fury of every power that Exandria has onto these absolute shitheads." Keyleth gets to swear twice a year, canon

Keyleth regards the gods as heralds of the natural world, and the general religious vibe in Zephrah is that they worship nature and the natural world -- they try to be good neighbors and hope the gods do the same in return.

"Herald" is such an interesting description to me. It paints the gods as entities that usher in, but do not overtly create, the natural world, or that stand as a mediator between the raw power of nature and its actual physical manifestation. It just feels very intentional in its meaning, when Keyleth could've used words like "harbinger," "hierophant," or something similar here.

Oh hey! the airship crashing actually did something! it took out dozens of Ruby Vanguard members and damaged the top of the malleus key.

Both Keyleth and Lida were left in the crater after the white light went off, and they saw that both Ludinus and Liliana had been teleported away. She saw a couple of the reilora come through, and they seemed to be in alliance with the Vanguard; the "nightmarish" entities can bleed. Some were hulking, some were quick, some weren't fully material, but none spoke with words.

The Gray Valley was the site of Drassig's bargain with the demon prince of indulgence, which corrupted the landscape. There are dark spirits and errant demons, but the landscape and creatures grow more dangerous under Ruidus flares (which is interesting considering that Drassig is canonically Ruidusborn).

Ashton asks one of Keyleth's advisors about the Hishari. He gives a different date for the actual event that destroyed the village -- around 20 years ago, according to him -- but otherwise there isn't much new information.

The Bells Hells go to visit Orym's mom. He grew up in a little cottagecore house with flowers everywhere, built for halflings -- so Fearne, Ashton, Laudna, and maybe Imogen all have to stoop down.

Laura: "that fantasy food sounds good IRL right now." Travis, immediately: *picks up phone, orders doordash to the studio*

.....Orym had toys made by Chetney when he was a baby. Chetney got his start in Tal'dorei. Orym never knew his father. "Did you create my childhood, Chetney?" I swear to gods, if one of the mid/endgame reveals ends up being that Chetney is Orym's father--

Ashton and Orym head into town to finally get their new outfits! Orym is looking for new leather armor (possibly enchanted), and it sounds like he wants some bracers of defense. Ashton wants to be his "best self, I want to inspire people, the look of a champion," and he pulls design references from the hole -- anti-hero chique. Legendary hero, but make it fashion. Also, Ashton is described as a "strange hunk."

"Whitestone is for lovers, Zephrah is for fuckers."

Arriving in the Gray Valley, it is a barren, monochrome, grayscale landscape covered in petrified plantlife and the smell of burning fat. They stand in the middle of a forest, but all the trees are blanched, their leaves are white and gray.

Chetney identifies that burning fat, melted wax-type smell as the smell that accompanies fiends when they cross into Exandria.

Also in this area, they find scattered bits of spherical metal that are embedded into the dirt -- helmets with skulls in them, accompanied by the rest of a body. From the dryness and the moss growth, these bodies are quite old.

I know they were singing Tom's Diner, but Centuries sounds so fucking similar--

Aww, FCG casts death ward on Orym, taking a cue from Deanna's book.

Two gloomstalkers (I think) fly over the Bells Hells. For reference, Vox Machina fought gloomstalkers at level 17, the Mighty Nein fought them at level 9, and the Bells Hells are level 10.

Chetney notes that there is an omnipresent smell of volcanic emissions, but it's coming more strongly from an area of the forest in which the trees are darker, charred, and smoking.

For the record, the text of find familiar is vague enough that it comes down to DM discretion as to whether the caster uses their own or their familiar's skill bonuses. But if you absolutely need an answer from the rules as written, then the caster would use their own bonuses, because the spell states that, when looking through their familiar's eyes, the caster gains any senses of the familiar. This implies that when they are looking through their familiar's eyes, the caster uses their own senses except as augmented by the familiar's abilities. But again, this is vague enough that it ends up being up to the DM.

The Bells Hells continue looking for the flowers. Eventually, they find evidence of movement, and as they continue they reach a swampland. This entire area is a forgotten battlefield -- swords reclaimed by nature, pieces of armor buried in the marsh. A layer of ash has coated the entire landscape, but as they continue, they eventually find a little speck of blue.

did....... did Marisha just reference do you love the color of the sky? Is this what y'all mean when you say that Tumblr has breached containment?

Chetney harvests some of the flowers they found, but as he does, two of the armored bodies they'd found rise up and start crawling from the ground. They aren't skeletal and ancient -- they're a little more recent, and they look toward a small, shadowed figure that's been sitting, watching them. Hunched low, they can barely make out clasped hands, with dark purplish skin, golden-orange eyes, horns that curve above their head. As Chetney begins to move away, it stands, and we roll initiative!

As always, there's very little to liveblog during combat, so here's our character level updates section of the liveblog post!

This episode being so close in number to C2E55 is stressing me out--

Undead, but recently deceased, bodies attack Chetney. One is male and one is female, human or half-elven in form -- either could very well be Orym's sister or the missing Ashari.

It appears that there is some kind of humanoid form inside the ribcage of this demonic entity, and it uses the "soul rend" ability to inflict almost 40 points of necrotic damage on a failed save. This is a homebrew ability, as nothing in existing published 5e materials has the "soul rend" ability. It's also worth nothing that a low chuckle accompanies the necrotic damage, heard by everyone who gets hit by it.

"I'm gonna go to my happy place, so I'm gonna rage." Ashton rolls gravity, which causes his own form to become monochromatic like the landscape. But there are a bunch of other things on top. When they attack, they use both reckless attacks and gravity well. Gravity well causes the subject of the attack to make a STR save. Ashton also uses the belt and the ring to add more die rolls to this, but AFAIK this isn't a build update, since we've seen this effect before. But it's a massive amount of damage that clearly has an impact on the creature.

With his passive perception, Orym recognizes the corpse he's fighting as a member of the Air Ashari, but one he barely knew.

Fearne casts aura of life, which is a wildfire druid spell. Usually it's a paladin spell, but it's fucking great for a druid like Fearne.

*Laudna uses hounds of ill omen* Fearne and Imogen, immediately: "I am looking respectfully!"

More of the spectral, demonic figures aparate around them, and Chetney considers putting on Ludinus' fey energy-channeling vest.

Ashton rage build update: While the space build is active, Ashton can use their reaction to gain resistance to an attack (halving the attack's damage), then can force the attacking creature (if it fails its save) to move 30ft in any direction after the attack has resolved.

These creatures are a lot like the chasmes TM9 fought (in, btw, C2E60), in that they reduce their targets' max hit points upon attacking. However, Fearne's aura of life completely shuts this off, since not only does it give creatures in the radius resistance to necrotic damage, but also prevents their HP max from being lowered.

Anyway, I maintain that FCG's spell save is way too low for this level, to the point that it legit feels like Sam is actively sabotaging the party by not increasing FCG's wisdom. FCG's spell save should be 17 or 18 by level 10.

Ashton rage build update: Imogen casts lightning bolt, and could have targeted Ashton's hammer if she wanted. It was implied that Imogen's spell would've been cast from a different space should she have targeted the hammer instead of her actual target with it.

Fearne casts daylight, and none of these undead creatures appreciate it very much. These sound similar to the sorrow-sworn that the Mighty Nein encountered in the Barbed Fields.

With a witch bolt, Imogen dispatches the last creature along with its thralls.

Within the slain figure, Orym finds the trace of a consciousness, an Ashari warrior. It takes the form of a young, elven, female figure who touches her hand to Orym's and smiles before dissipating -- not his sister. The other two are dead beyond contact, but the Bells Hells bury them respectfully.

[squisheycat]

Okay so this is an “au” where Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, and Law represents/is The Sun the Sky the Earth and the Stars respectively I have some more world building stuffs under the cut.

Luffy as the Sun

This one feels pretty obvious so I don’t have much to write. Luffy lights up a room he is just a beacon of light. A lot of his design is based off of gear 5.

Sanji as the Sky

Sanji especially post time skip has a very in the air fighting style. He’s always jumping around during fights. Also his moms name is Sora so it feels poetic. Within the design I wanted to incorporate clouds as a kinda smoke but I think that the clouds would change depending on his mood like with the weather I just think that’d be fun. The outfits base is the whole cake island top.

Zoro as the Earth

Zoro is very grounded most of the time. He made himself the anchor for the team. So earth just feels right with him. Not even mentioning the marimo/moss head thing. His moms name is also Terra so it feels poetic. With his design he already weres a lot of green so I wanted to push the earth thing more. I added some more flare to his yukata by adding a wave pattern to the bottom and the inside is lined with a reddish brown as an illusion to dirt. With his scars I liked putting flowers there. (the flowers are poppy’s but that’s not super important) The idea is the fact that things get destroyed but nature reclaims it. Nature heals. I also just thought it’d look cool.

Law as the stars

I don’t have as much explanation for this one. The stars have always been a very studious thing. Star maps, navigation, astronomy, etc. I’ve always associated the stars with the vast unknown. That just feels right for Law I’m unsure why. Now the one of the main reasons I put Law as the stars. His design. I like drawing Law with spots all over him kinda as scars left over from when he was a kid. I liked the idea that those spots are the stars I organized the spots on him in the shapes of different constellations.

I looked into the story’s of some of these constellations. So I’m pretty pleased with how that turned out.

And that’s some basics of this thing I’m probably gonna do more with them I just don’t know what I want to do story wise. Anyways thanks for your time. :)

[pizzacatdelight]

Flowers

So, this is my first fanfic that I have written (and completed) and it's based on my favorite shipping from Danganronpa Another.

It's mainly AU where's the Tragedy didn't happen or there's no killing games.

Warning: Despite this being a fluff, there's a medical scene. So, take care before reading.

Kakeru had a stressful day at work. The trial wasn’t going as planned. The witness on the stand won’t cooperate with him and his defense team. And the prosecutors added evidence that he and his team weren’t aware that even exist! At least on the plus side, the judge agreed on some of the statement that Kakeru made. Despite that, the judge thinks there not enough evidence to convict the defendant. So, the judge decides to end the trail for the day so both the defense and the prosecutors can investigate for the case.

By the time Kakeru left the law office for the day, it was close to 6pm. The sun was starting to set and the temperature was cool, but not cold enough to not have to wear a winter coat. Kakeru took a scroll down the city as he see people walking home from work, from running errands and saw students who were just got out of any after school extracurricular clubs that they were in.

 He walked by a floristry and saw some of the fresh flowers that were on displayed. One of the flowers that caught Kakeru’s eyes was some Pink Gerberas. He knows that it’s his wife, Kanata’s favorite flowers as he recalled the time she explained him the meaning of the flower and why she likes them.

That Pink Gerberas represent grace and gratitude. To remind that there is still beauty and kindness in the world and to show the person their appreciation just by being there for them. She likes them because not only from their meaning, which she likes, but it’s also pink, her favorite color.

This made him smile a bit as looking at them made him appreciate his job even though it can be tough and the law system in Japan are against him and the defense team unless they can find the defendant not guilty.

So, Kakeru went in the store and buy a bouquet of Pink Gerberas. His face turns red when the florists thanked him for his purchase before leaving. Even if he’s one of the best lawyers in Japan, he still gets nervous around people from time to time!

 Kakeru then headed to his house that he and Kanata live. He went inside, took off his shoes in the genkan before seeing a smaller pair of shoes that was next to his tennis shoes. This means that she’s here. Knowing this, he announces that he’s home from work and have something for her.

There’s nothing but silence in the house. He calls her name again and gets nothing from her.

He went to the living room and see that it’s nearly dark as the sun disappeared for the day and is replaced with the night sky. She’s not there either. He checked the kitchen, laundry room and the backyard to see that she isn’t there either. He gets annoyed and wondered where his wife could be!

Then he remembers that she had to work a 12 hour shift at the hospital today. This caused him to conclude that she must be in their bedroom, asleep from standing, moving around and operating on patients.

Kakeru went upstairs and opened the bedroom door open to see Kanata, sleeping in their large bed. Well, it’s large for her, but its bit small for him due to the fact he’s over 180cm tall and she’s 135cm tall. Then it doesn’t help that she looks young for her age and the two sometimes gets weird looks from strangers whenever they walk around, holding hands. Seeing her asleep makes him feel at ease…well before his stomach starts to growl. He thinks he should cook dinner as he had only an apple for lunch and guess that Kanata had a small meal at work too.

So, Kakeru slowly closes the door and heads downstairs to the kitchen to get a cup from a cabinet, fills it with water and puts the flowers in the cup. He then opens the refrigerator, grab some food and put them on the counter. He also grabs a cutting board, knife, a frying pan, spoon, some spices and oil, so he can start cooking dinner.

Kanata wakes up from sleeping as she too, had a hard day at work. She was in a 5 hour operation, performing surgery on a woman who had stab wounds from getting attacked by her ex-boyfriend. It didn’t help that the woman kept losing blood and her heartrate kept going down. At least the woman is expected to be okay and her ex-boyfriend was caught and charged with assault.

Later on, one of the patients woke up in the middle of an operation and they were forced to stop and tried to put them back to sleep so they can continue. Thankfully, the operation was a success and the patient stayed asleep for the rest of the operation.

Being a surgeon is hard work, but can be rewarding whenever lives can be saved and that the patients can get to go home after recovering from surgery. After all, it’s one of the reasons why she became one thanks to her adopted father saving her life when she got into a car crash when she was younger and nearly died from it.

Then she smells food. She smells the spices, the pork and the noodles that are being cooked on the stove in the kitchen.

“Kakeru must be cooking yakisoba for dinner”, Kanata thought to herself.

She then yawns and stretches before getting up and putting on her favorite green slippers. She leaves the bedroom, walks downstairs to the kitchen and sees that Kakeru is indeed, cooking yakisoba.

Then she notices a bouquet of Pink Gerberas on the dining table, which it wasn’t there this morning.

“Are those flowers supposed to be for me?” she asked breaking the silence in the kitchen, which startled Kakeru and nearly caused him to drop the spatula that he used to cook the vegetables.

He nervously turned around and said yes before turning back towards to stove.

Kanata walked to the dining table and looked at the flowers, seeing that they’re fresh as it was just recently been picked from a field.

“They looked very nice”

“Th-thanks”, said Kakeru who was trying to keep his posture and try not to drop the spatula.

Kanata looked at him and sees him shaking as he’s cooking.

“What’s wrong?” She asked him.

Kakeru’s shoulders dropped and sighed before telling her the truth.

“I had a stressful day at work”

“Well, I have a stressful day at work too”, said Kanata.

“At least you didn’t have the prosecutors’ present evidence that you weren’t aware that existed. Like, it nearly threw my case out of the window!”

Kakeru complain about the trial as he continued to cook. Kanata decided to help out by setting the table, pouring a pitcher of water from the sink to the table and cleaning up the counter as they talked about their day.

The two then sat down to eat dinner. Kanata normally doesn’t like unhealthy food, like yakisoba, as it’s fried and it’s too greasy. The one that Kakeru cooked however uses rice noodles and vegetarian oyster sauce, which makes this healthy.

“Why did you buy the flowers?” Kanata asked as she took a sip of water.

“I was walking home from work and walked by floristry, where I-I saw these flowers. And I re-remembered that you like this type of flowers. So I b-b-bought them for you!

“What, you don’t like them!?” Kakeru nervously told her, worried that she might not like them.

“No, no Kakeru, I do! It just, it’s not too common for you to get flowers. That’s all” Kanata calmly reassuring him that he didn’t upset her.

“I think they look nice anyways.”

Kakeru smiled that he did his job of making his wife happy, “I’m glad you liked them.”

“So, I’m off this Saturday…” Kanata said in changing the topic.        

“…and I’m planning to go to a museum, where there’s an exhibit on your favorite author. And I think you might like that.”

Kakeru smiled once more on what he heard and said that he would love doing that.

The two continued to talk as they ate their dinner and when they weren’t eating, Kanata looks at the Pink Gerberas that is in the center of the table and smiled on how appreciate her husband is to her and the jobs that they have.

Their jobs maybe stressful, but at least they have each other to relay on at the end of the day.

[xpurdyglambertx]

Four SPN characters of your choice are in a bake-off. The category is "Cake That Represents One Of Your Fellow Contestants". What do they all make?

Oh boy, you're asking someone who worked at a bakery, so this is gonna be fun 🤣

I'll do the dad trio and their tiny baby - Sam, Dean, Cas, and Jack

So Cas picks Dean to make his cake for, and he spends several days prior to the bake off researching cake flavors, how to make cake, different culinary techniques, etc. etc. He settles on being an overachiever as always. He wants to incorporate things Dean loves -alcohol and apple pie. Cas makes a caramel apple cake, baked using Angry Orchard and green apple compote, with a salted caramel flavored buttercream. It's 3 tiers, and the structure leans a little bit, but the even-ness of the icing is impressive. It's garnished with evenly cut apple slices on top.

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Dean picks Cas because, of course, they're common law married. Dean has no fucking idea how to bake. He can grill his ass off, but think about Jack's birthday cake. This is very much that vibe. But Dean wants it to be personal somehow. He does a vanilla box mix cake, using food dye to make the actual cake part yellow. Not sure if it was the right way to do it, he adds a bunch of honey to the batter, hoping to make the cake honey flavored for his theme idea. He picks a regular blue colored vanilla frosting, the kind in the little jar from the baking isle, and uses a butter knife to frost it, so it's slightly lumpy all over but he still tries to take his time and make it neat. The blue is supposed to represent the sky. Then Dean finally takes some yellow, black, and white frosting, and as best he can draws little bees all over it, smiling like an idiot the whole time he does it.

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Sam picks Jack, he just knows that Dean and Cas will choose each other, and doesn't want Jack to feel left out. Sam wants to keep it simple so he's not in over his head. He knows that Jack really likes nougat, but what the hell even is nougat? The closest thing he can think of is marshmallow, so that would have to do. So Sam (with Eileen's help) makes a chocolate cake with little chocolate chips inside. He does a 2 layer, single tier cake, the frosting is flavored like marshmallow, and it's an off-white color. To make it a bit more nougat-y, he says fuck it and sticks Charleston Chews all over it and calls it decoration.

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Jack can't pick who to make his cake after, and just like Cas, he is an overachiever. He does a 3 tier cake that absolutely kicks all of their asses. Tier one- spiced rum cake with regular buttercream frosting. Heavy on the rum, for Dean. Middle tier - for Sam, Jack makes a vegan zucchini cake with a cream cheese frosting. Everyone else thinks it tastes amazing because it does, but Dean won't try it because he thinks it's nasty after seeing the green shreds of zucchini inside. And then the top layer was for Cas. With a lot of experimenting, he manages to do a PBJ flavor inspired cake with a grape jam filling. Everyone is astonished by the artistic ability in the piping he does on this tier. It is covered in flowers and bees.

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Hands down, Jack wins, and their fridge and freezer are filled with leftover cake for weeks.

[sundered-souls]

Aïcha Bedi

B A S I C S

Name: Aïcha Bedi

Nicknames: none

Age: In her thirties

Nameday: 28th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon (which she probably shares with a bunch of my characters)

Race: Midlander hyur

Gender: Cis woman

Orientation: Mostly straight

Profession: Adventurer, formerly a contract killer

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C T S

Hair: Long and curly. She takes great care of it and regularly despair at what Inge does with hers.

Eyes: Brown

Skin: Fair, but tan easily. Considering how much time she spends outside, people tend to assume her skin is darker than it actually is (on this point the screenshots aren't very accurate since they don't show her tan but that'd be a nightmare to represent accurately XD)

Tattoos/scars: No tattoos whatsoever. She's got plenty of scars, most aren't really remarkable, but there are two that are special: one from Zenos' blade when he stabbed her in Rhalgr's Reach (it's not just her ego who got bruised that day, sorry MSQ), and one from her cesarean section while she was on the First. Don't worry: nothing creepy happened while she was unconscious, G'raha just had the worst timing ever.

F A M I L Y

Parents: Her father lives peacefully in Tural. She has no idea where her mother is, if she's still alive or even who she was since she left when Aïcha was still an infant.

Edmont de Fortemps also counts (haha) as a paternal figure in her life.

Siblings: None by blood. She does consider Alisaie and Alphinaud like her siblings, however. Artoirel and Emmanellain are more like extended family.

Grandparents: Long dead of her father's side. No idea on her mother's.

In-laws and Other: Well, she's in a relationship with Estinien so I suppose Alberic counts as her father in-law. The moment both realized that their respective father would have to meet eventually was glorious, because the dad jokes will be neverending and mostly at their expense.

Officially, they also have a kid together born during her time on the First.

Officially, because Estinien offered to adopt the kid and pretend he was the biological dad. Only three people know who said bio dad truly is, none of them is the man in question, and Aïcha would rather die than say it out loud. It's one thing to make dubious life choices, another one to let the world know about it...

(I haven't decided on the name or gender yet, but we can thank @gatheredfates for the prompt she sent me. It got completely out of hand but I'm having a lot of fun with the idea it gave me.)

Pets: None

S K I L L S

Abilities: Excellent shooter, although her mechanical skills don't go much further than what she needed to maintain her guns. She hasn't touched one in years and has no intention to change that.

Excellent dancer given that she's trained since childhood. She dances about as much for the artistry of it as for the self-expression it allows without having to speak her feelings out.

She also went through the GLD/PLD quests in Ul'dah, and that's mainly how she's been fighting since then.

She's also a surprisingly good poet and singer, albeit that's not known to many people.

Hobbies: Writing or reading poetry, singing, dancing and trying out new food (including the kind of food that even the most adventurous people hesitate to put in their mouth). She's pretty receptive to art in general to be honest and will gladly watch plays or go to concerts if she can.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Open-minded

Most Negative Trait: her competitiveness. You'd think someone who succeeds as well as her would be graceful when she loses but fuck no! Every Scions and most people who played even a card game against her once know that she's a sore loser and will use every loophole under the sun to try to win lmao

L I K E S

Colors: carmine and gold

Smells: campfires, incense, fresh flowers, the ocean

Textures: Soft fabrics (silk and satin especially), the sand under her feet, the breeze against her skin (yeah it counts as a texture)

Drinks: the main thing that matters is how much caffeine there's in it and how much sugar she can add to it

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: No

Drinks: Alcohol sometimes, but never a lot and only very, very occasionally since the banquet and then the drugged beverage in Falcon's Nest. For the most part, she runs on water as well as coffee and tea if available.

Drugs: No, she hates not feeling in control of herself

Mount Issuance: Aïcha didn't join any free company. That'd mean taking orders and she's no soldier, so she didn't have a mount until Haurchefant offered her her black chocobo. As you can guess, it's been her mount ever since.

I'm not entirely clear on the timeline in StB yet for her, but if she got her yol, she left it with the Mols.

Been Arrested: no but she should have.

Tagged by: @lilbittymonster (ty again! I'm probably not gonna tag you every time because you'll get tired of it at some point I think XD)

Tagging @xsummoner-kuro @hinganskies @briar-ffxiv @confusedtia @paintedscales @fair-fae @mrlarkstin @thatonediviner @fatewalker @otherworldseekers @saeta @airis-ray @mymistymornings @riftdancing @sailor-artemis @starforger and anyone else interested. Feel free to ignore the tag if that's not your thing, and I'll do that template for more characters during the week so I'll tag new people then!

[toyatominaga]

Bleach Symbolism - Pasque Flower - Squad 2

Popularly pollinated by bees

Soi Fon is symbolized with a bee

Represents rebirth, dignity, nobility, and grace

Rebirth - Trying to embrace a new version of herself, breaking away old patterns

Dignity - Having respect and authority and a Lawful Neutral stance

Nobility - Soi Fon being part of a lower noble house

Grace - Her agility and quick judgment

Represents, “all that is missing in the wintry landscape, and should there come a spring without the regeneration it prefigures, the winter would have grown lethal.”

Basically her ability to grow was stalled and since it wasn’t given time to heal it froze over. Basically alludes to Yoruichi leaving Soi Fon behind. Before she left, Soi Fon was happy and thriving, but after she left, Soi Fon froze over, she grew cold without that constant nourishment which was Yoruichi.

Another name for the flower is “windflower”

Soi Fon’s power scheme is wind, as seen in her shunko techniques. It also alludes to her speedy nature as wind is quick.

The flower is primarily purple and yellow in color

Yoruichi + Soi Fon

The flower came into being after Aphrodite, goddess of love, learnt of her partner's death, and her tears became the pasque

This is loaded. It most likely symbolizes Yoruichi abandoning Soi Fon for so long and her not being around causing her grief.

Otherwise, Yoruichi might die??? Hope not, though imagine what kind of huge upgrade Soi Fon would get in order to avenge her death?

Could just overall symbolize her general adoration for Yoruichi, as if she were to die in general it would be heartbreaking for her.

The flower is poisonous

Suzumebachi, Soi Fon’s zanpakuto uses poison, as seen with her fight with Mabashi in the Bount Arc

She is also based on a hornet, which carries venom

Requires sunlight to survive

Yoruichi is Soi Fon’s “sun”. She depends on Yoruichi for everything and would do anything to serve her.

“Roots are very fragile”

Could illustrate how Soi Fon feels on the inside. She is very emotional and short tempered. Despite how strong she is on the outside she is actually sad and doesn’t know how to control her emotions.

Could illustrate that she had a rough upbringing

“Seeds are hardy”

Could Symbolize Soi Fon’s strength and ability, she’s tough as nails!

Could symbolize that she was born into hard work, making her a “hearty seed” lol

Could also symbolize the “hardiness” of Squad 2/Punishment Force members

The curve of its sepals reflect sunlight, producing a warm area that insects come and bask in, so do not be surprised if after planting you end up with larger amounts of insects gathering around your garden.

This is very interesting. I think it could symbolize the “warm spot” hidden in Soi Fon’s heart despite her cold exterior

Could also mean that if Soi Fon was “planted”, an illusion to opening up, she could get more friends/open up more about things

“Pasque flower means and symbolizes all that is forsaken in love.”

I think this could represent how Yoruichi abandoned Soi Fon

I think it could maybe represent Soi Fon’s feelings towards Yoruichi that aren’t either returned or not demonstrated - Forbidden love?

Purple demonstrates bravery, spirituality, and wisdom

Can be seen in Soi Fon’s bravery. She often leads the charge in things and jumps right into battle.

Could also signify Yoruichi as she is very wise from her many years of experience

Spirituality is interesting, I could only think about the ability to be more in tune with your zanpakuto, which Soi Fon needs to work on for sure, Could also connect to Yoruichi or the past Second Division.

The flower is an “early bloomer”

Could symbolize Soi Fon’s lack of a proper childhood as she was immediately thrown into violence.

She is also one to catch on to things quickly and proves to be quite methodical

Perhaps Soi Fon is an early riser? Most likely lol

Middle French passefleur, with pass- meaning ‘something that exceeds or surpasses’

Could easily symbolize Soi Fon’s ultimate goal to surpass Yoruichi.

Could symbolize the history of Squad 2’s adept fighters. They “surpass” expectations.

Butterflies also pollinate it’s nectar

Soi Fon is often symbolized with a butterfly. Her Homounka resembles a butterfly.

Flower is very durable in surviving winter

Could symbolize her ability to withstand the toughest of obstacles

Could symbolize her ability to survive despite struggling to get where she needed to be

It’s a “solitary” flower

Soi Fon’s cold nature and small list of close friends can make her seem like a lone wolf. Sometimes she’d rather handle things on her own.

Is considered the “Easter Flower”

Represents rebirth/renewal

Represents mourning - Mourning what? Yoruichi leaving or….a foreshadowed death?

Purple is a symbol of royalty

This connects to Yoruichi (Shihouin clan) being of high noble status, as well as Soi Fon being from a lower noble house (Fon clan).

The flower has been historically found on burial grounds of “Danes and Romans” and they “grew from the blood of the folk that fell.”

This is very cool and can stem in many directions.

It would make sense to assume it could be alluding to Squad 2 having made so many sacrifices over the years, so those fallen soldiers

How much blood was shed and why?

Some tie to corruption? Idk I just want it to happen!

Popularly used to dye easter eggs

Could allude to Yoruichi’s affect/impact on Soi Fon

Apparently, these flowers are “BISEXUAL”?

Okay, hear me out. I know a lot of people headcanon Soi Fon as gay, so it kinda adds up.

The overall shape of the flower!

It literally is a flower that appears wilted. Now despite it naturally blooming like this, it gives the impression of something more gloomy. Soi Fon had a rough upbringing, and often appears emotionally charged. And in the times we’ve seen her she has a few sad spells.

It could also symbolize the stealthy nature of the stealth force, hence the flower is “hiding.”

[littlemuoi]

WESSEXES' TOUR A TRIUMPH: PEI, Halifax, Montreal, St John's on Edward and Sophie's Itinerary by Scott Burke (2001)

Summer brought a Royal homecoming in the persons of Their Royal Highnesses The Earl and Countess of Wessex. A very happy Prince Edward Island tour was Sophie's first visit to the Canada, after which Edward and she proceeded to undertake further duties in Halifax and Montreal.

Touching down at Charlottetown Airport just after 3 pm on July 14, Their Royal Highnesses made their way to Province House where they were officially welcomed by the Lieutenant Governor, the Premier and the Solicitor General who was representing the Prime Minister. Crowds stood for some hours in the sun as they awaited the Royal couple, aware that it was Sophie's first official visit outside the British Isles. But HRH delighted those she met during the walkabout following the arrival ceremonies, seeming natural and relaxed in blue suit and matching accessories as she worked the crowds. I was delighted to be able to present her with a bouquet of flowers which HRH seemed happy to receive. As she signed the Golden Book, this keen Royal-watcher noticed that she shares a trait with her nephew Prince William: both are left-handed! But the ease and informality of the Royals were to prove typical of the entire trip: made possible by the down-to-earth nature of Edward, the charming and kind personality of his elegant wife and their joint fondness for a little light-hearted humour.

In his welcoming remarks, Premier Pat Binns observed that "The Crown remains a symbol of freedom and justice, and of our hopes for peace and dignity for all citizens. In reaffirming our support for the Monarchy, we are reaffirming our support for ideals, values and aspirations that it represents." After reorganizing his notes which wind had blown off the podium, Prince Edward replied with a very informal thank you. "Over the years," HRH observed, "Canada and Canadians have always been extremely kind to me, and I've always enjoyed the time I spent here. I am sure you will all extend the same hospitality to my bride. I am told you are not supposed to use the term after a year of marriage, but I can't really believe that it has been more than a year since I took that plunge. Time flies when you are enjoying yourself." After a brief tour of the Confederation Chamber, the couple returned to the Delta Prince Edward, their home during the stay, another name sake for the Prince. That evening, they attended a performance at the Fathers of Confederation Centre for the Arts, hosted by the Premier.

Saturday brought a full day of engagements for the Wessexes as they toured across the Province. Their first stop was the Rodd Brudenell River Resort. Emerging from their helicopter, the couple unveiled a plaque for the property's redevelopment. The ceremony complete, resort guests and some members of the public enjoyed a BBQ on the law with the Royals, which was followed by a brief tour via golf cart, the Prince at the wheel. I had a brief chance to speak to Edward ­ but felt nervous enough in doing so that when HRH asked me if I played golf I confusedly answered "yes" even though I had never tried the game!

The afternoon brought Edward and Sophie to a concert at St Mary's Church, Indian River. This was followed by a taste of PEI's most celebrated produce in the form of french fries at Irving-owned Cavendish Farms in Kensington. The Countess mischieviously confessed to feeling a little peckish and asked if she could have a chocolate milkshake to accompany the potatoes. At this point Edward stepped in and jokingly poked fun at her, warning her not to spoil her dinner! Later the Royals made a brief visit to Gateway Village. This lies at the entry of the Confederation Bridge which links the Island to New Brunswick.

Saturday evening brought the State Dinner for 604 invitees, hosted by the Canadian Government. The gala evening allowed the Countess to wear for the first time the tiara given her as a wedding present from The Queen. Solicitor General and Island MP Lawrence MacAulay who sat with Sophie at one of the round tables in the hotel ballroom stated that he was impressed with her thoughtfulness: "Quite simply she's a lady who wants to make things happen," he observed.

No rest came to Edward and Sophie on Sunday, as their busy day started with Matins at St Peter's Cathedral and a visit to historic All Souls Chapel. A large crowd gathered outside and joined the congregation in singing the Royal Anthem prior to a brief walkabout. Their Royal Highnesses then walked to Fanningbank where His Honour hosted a private luncheon in his home, members of the RCMP Musical Ride flanking the driveway. Around 2 pm they left to visit Confederation Birthplace Commemorative Park on the Charlottetown waterfront where TRH unveiled a small plaque and planted a rose bush, as well as visiting Lobster pound.

As the Royals walked through Confederation Park, they stopped to watch some child gymnasts, at which point Sophie said that she had also tried gymnastics while at school. They also encountered some interpretive guides costumed as Fathers of Confederation and speaking in English accents. The Prince asked a woman in the crowd if she spoke English; on receiving her positive answer he told here "Good, because those people over there need some serious help," to the laughter of the crowd. Martial arts and magic were also on offer in the Park, the Countess observing "I'm glad I didn't volunteer for that" in reaction to a rather distasteful trick involving the appearance of an undergarment from a spectator's cleavage!

Later on Sunday came the event which provided the original inspiration for the Wessexes' tour, the opening of the 39th Annual Canadian Branch Conference of the Commonwealth Parliamentary Association. In his remarks after viewing some cultural performances, The Earl spoke about the Commonwealth and its parliamentary traditions: "It took us in Britain centuries to develop the Westminster style... is it really feasible to ask others to achieve the same in a matter of decades? It seems to work for us ­ just! But does that mean it works for everyone, and are we falling into the same trap as, say, the early religious missionaries? I don't pretend to have the answer, but sometimes I feel democracy is an evolutionary concept, a bit like growing up."

To conclude the PEI portion of their Canadian homecoming, the Earl and Countess visited the Prince Edward Battery where HRH climbed onto a large crane in order to lift cannon as symbol of the forthcoming restoration project. Later they attended a Fanningbank reception for the CPA delegates As the Royal couple departed for Montreal, I felt delighted to have had the opportunity of meeting TRH, and of hearing The Countess several times repeat how she hopes to return and see other parts of Canada.

Monday, July 17th brought a full day of activities for the Wessexes in Montreal: the Earl presented Gold Awards at a Reception for recipients of the Duke of Edinburgh's Award, Young Canadians Challenge held at The Queen Elizabeth Hotel. Lunchtime found the Royals aboard Shipshaw where they attended a fund-raising lunch for the Award's Charter for Business. And evening brought yet another event to support the Charter, a Dinner at the Headquarters of Power Corporation, controlled by the Desmarais family.

The final day of the Earl and Countess' Canadian sojourn involved two provinces. The morning found them at another Gold Standard ceremony for the Duke of Edinburgh's Award. This event took place at Pier 21 in Halifax after the Wessexes had been received by the Lieutenant Governor. Her Honour subsequently hosted a Luncheon at Government House in support of the Business Charter. By evening the Royals had flown into St John's, where the tour's final Gold ceremony took place at Pius X Church. It was followed by a BBQ at Gonzaga High School, where TRH mingled with the young participants in the Challenge. By the time of their midnight flight to London, both Edward and Sophie must have reflected on the whirlwind nature of the latter part of their homecoming ­ and of the great welcome and positive media "spin" which greeted them everywhere they went

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wind of the night kissed your skin, goosebumps arising and a shiver running up your spine. Your head still felt light from inhaling vapors of the Kerna spring water under the temple.

Not to mention the churning in your stomach grew worse, your hunger expanding like an unkempt garden. The priestesses brought you to a sacred room, decorated in Callimachus oil lamps and blooming flowers.

This room harbored a wide balcony, seats with delicate cushions adorned the terrace, and art supplies were spread across a table all organized.

It was stunning but your hunger dictated your mind. They said you were here to eat but nothing laid upon the dining table in the room.

Otto was nowhere to be seen so you were left alone with your thoughts that grew frustrated the longer as time passed on.

You huffed, leaning forward over the railing and gazing out into the ocean that glistened with the reflection of the moon.

Otto never explained how long you needed to be here and entertain his sadistic mind games. How many god's did he plan for you to toy with?

How long were you going to be gone away from home? There wasn't much waiting for you, no family, no friends, and the stray you once took care of turned out to be something more.

But the twenty-first century was much more your style with modern technology and somewhat equal laws.

Here, you had no electronics, or books, nothing to sway your boredness. First, you couldn't indulge in your desires, second, you had no cellular device to distract you.

'How boring!'

You ran a hand through your hair but immediately ceased your actions when the warm touch of another grazed over the back of it.

Your (e/c) orbs widened and swiftly you circled around, hands grasping the railing behind as you viewed those sun-filled orbs of Apollo.

His body was just as radiant as before, body shimmering in an aura of gold as the simple sight of his frame was like standing by beauty itself.

"Apollo!"

The immortal hummed, visibly content with his name leaving your mouth. "I'm pleased to see that the Pythia headed my words." He voiced or more like sung.

He represented music, a master of all instruments, and even gifted with a voice so divine it could drive some mad.

He made you dizzy.

Shifting your gaze away from his handsome face you turned back around to view the ocean. "I was pleased to wake up too after you choked me! Attempting to kill a poor woman lost in the woods is simply audacious."

Apollo only beamed while stepping forward so his front could press against your back and let one of his hands gingerly caress your throat.

You flinched from the contact, the bruise was tender and even with the blessing of regeneration, it was taking a while to heal.

"I apologize for that." His lips were close to your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin, permitting goosebumps to arise all over. "I was simply overwhelmed."

You bit the inside of your cheek to hold back a snarky remark. Although Otto had gifted you with endorsements - powers of deities - you were still mortal and susceptible to afflictions.

"As much as I find your apology appealing I would like it if we could eat first." You stated, attempting to push away from his lean body but he had other plans.

His arms wrapped around your stomach, holding you against him in such a firm grasp that you could feel his chest rising with every breath.

You had to take deep breaths to calm yourself, his masculine touch was personal and his scent was almost making your mind hazy.

If a man did such a thing to you in the past, clothes would already be shed and your bodies quickly sharing an intense night.

But thanks to Otto, he's condemned you from indulging in such acts. And as much as you much loved breaking the rules, the creature's law was not something you wanted to test.

"Of course. Whatever you would like." He mused, releasing your body only to divert his grasp to one of your hands.

You would expect his fingertips to be calloused but just like the rest of his body, it was smooth and undamaged.

He led you back with graceful movements into the extravagant room, placing you down on one of the chairs. His fingers lingered on your shoulders before he took a seat next to yours.

With a wave of his hand, the table was set with ancient delicacies; bowls of fruit, and vases of wine. You could feel your eyes glimmering at the sight and mouth salivating from the aroma.

Even your stomach let out an audible whine from how much you were starving. Apollo exhaled greatly, observing your figure intently.

His gaze was distracting but you ignored it for now and focused on the food. You placed all types of treats on your plate, letting yourself explore other sorts of cuisines.

Apollo didn't eat, he placed nothing on his plate but poured the both of you wine in a silver Kantharos. It was awkward, with no speech being traded and the only sound coming from your chewing.

You swallowed thickly, and as if he censed your uneasiness he spoke. "Would you like to hear a song?"

"Sure." You mumbled, drinking the potent wine from the silver cup. Apollo's lyre materialized in his hands, his elegant movements like muscle memory as he readied himself to play.

Once he started you instantly recognized the tune, the melody being the one from when you first met him in the woodland.

You sat back in your chair, closing your eyes subconsciously as you let yourself settle. Apollo was so good at it, as he should be.

It was odd how you could feel every ripple of the strings on his lyre against your skin and how the song was as if he played it in your head.

You didn't even notice he finished until he spoke to you in his harmonious voice. "Did you enjoy that?" He questioned in a soothing tone.

Gingerly you opened your eyes and nodded your head, the gold jewelry piece atop your hair clinking together as your earrings skimmed against your shoulders.

"I did." His smile grew. "I've never heard such captivating music."

Like a proud father, his chest puffed out slightly, his cheekbones becoming prominent from his wider grin.

"I'm glad that such a beautiful woman praises my work." Apollo crooned in a soft voice. The lyre vanishes and returns to where it was once being kept.

He reached for one of your hands and you had to fight yourself to not pull away. Intimate gestures such as the one Appolo expressed were something you were not used to.

You didn't like unnecessary touching; anything more than a good f*ck. This was foreign, almost alien from how you detached yourself from others.

Sometimes, you don't mean to tire of people so quickly. But it is easy to grow bored when you've already conquered.

"As much as I would like to call you gorgeous forever, I'm sure you would prefer your name." The god informed.

You hummed from his flattery and crossed your arms beneath your chest. "I like gorgeous. But to hear the god of numerous specialties call my name, well, it must be a blessing not many are granted." Your tone was teasing, arousing another grin on the man's succulent lips.

Apollo's sun-filled orbs glimmered, clearly please by your words. "My gorgeous lady." Your hand was brought to his face where he placed his lips on the back of it. "Won't you tell this unfortunate god your name?"

It had been a while since a man brought that type of heat to your face like this. Simple flattery didn't work on you but his stunning radiant appearance was hard to resist.

"(Y/n). You may call me (Y/n)." You told him as the cicadas sang beneath the temple in the woods.

Apollo placed another kiss on your hand, letting the warmth of his godly strength waft onto your skin. "(Y/n)."

He tested your name carefully, letting it roll off of his skilled tongue and ring in your labyrinth. The way he conveyed it made your tummy tingle and legs pinch together.

"(Y/n)." He expressed it again, closing his eyes and inhaling your scent. "In a vision, you were beneath me. Hands caressed my body in a manner that no one else had. It drove me mad, the sight of you was not enough. Nor your scent or touch. I wanted more, I wanted everything there was about you."

Leisurely he opened his eyes, thick golden lashes fluttering as he let his gaze meet yours. "The vision changed, shifted, and once again I was touching you. Only this time you were above me, with hands that once stroked my skin now plunging a blade into my heart."

Apollo released your hand and placed it gently onto your lap. He stood to his feet, his already towering height now far more intimidating.

You craned your neck to look up at him as he pulled your chair from the table so he had space to kneel in front of you.

His nimble fingers held onto the arms of the chair while his face rested in front of yours. "I would be destroyed if I kept you by my side in the future. I would grow crazed like a beast, willing to defy anyone if you so much as asked. And for all my horrid deeds others would use your safety to their advantage."

Apollo's foresight made him smart, he already knew what you were going to do to him. What Otto wanted you to do. The god was warned by his own prophecy but the question is, would he abide by it?

"Ah, you make me sound like a curse. I'm just a simple woman with small goals." You mused, letting your hands reach his face and caress the soft flesh of his jaw. "It is not my fault you grow to such an obsession. I've always been told the gods loved things that weren't good for them."

The radiant man stood still for a moment as if contemplating to himself before nodding his head of golden ringlets.

"You are right." He let his hands reach your throat, holding it firmly in his hold whilst observing your expression.

He squeezed, fingers digging into your throat uncomfortably but allowing for you to breathe vaguely. Your throat was tender from his earlier assault but you sought to convey an expression of enjoyment.

"Then I should rid of what is to be my weakness."

You knew what he wanted, why he was threatening. Apollo was like any other man you knew. They don't like to feel weak and defeated.

They don't like others having such control over their minds and actions. So he wants you to beg for your life. To plead and pray for him to stop.

It was the only way he could gain some sense of control and if possible, direct the path of what his own foresight portrayed.

"So do it." Your thumb stroked his bottom lip before you let your hands drop to your lap. "Why don't you just kill me? I am just a mere mortal woman after all. I am replaceable, right?"

Through Apollo's own prophecy and Otto's blessing, your own beguiling aura was no like no other human. He was enchanted, already nourished with a taste of something he's never had.

He was selfish like any other person, man or god it didn't make a difference.

"If I let you live-" The immortal deity leaned forward so his lips rested against your ears. "-someday it will be you who will kill me."

A shiver ran up your spine from his proximity.

You shifted your head slightly so your own lips reached his ears. "I guess you should kill me then. Do it, Apollo." Your lips quirked into a grin. "Kill this mortal woman like how you have killed plenty of other innocent."

Like any other divinity, he despised being told what to do. Some also could not bear with the weight of retribution from their wretched acts.

The god pulled away from your face, observing the taunting smile displaying whitened teeth. He shook his head, biting into his bottom lip before slowly releasing your throat.

"You are by far one of most interesting mortal's I have ever met." He expressed, standing to his feet and distancing himself from your figure.

"Really?" You asked, rubbing your tender skin while bringing the forgotten wine cup to your lips. "I never really stood out from the crowd."

Swirling the liquid inside you laughed to yourself, your gaze shifting to the night sky through the open terrace. "My mother always despised it when attention was ever directed onto me."

You took a small sip, letting its potent sweetness overtake your tastebuds before downing the rest of your drink.

"She would be rolling in her grave if she ever heard you say that."

Apollo hummed, his bare feet padding against the marble flooring as he made his way to the balcony. He showed his back to you, shielding his front as if he couldn't face you.

"(Y/n), why don't you submit to me and I will care for you for the rest of your life."

Your eyes narrowed, lips pursing curtly from his words.

"Oh, you want submission? Maybe if you give me your heart, soul, and mind, I'll think about it."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐚 signing out

[mettasing]

the snow maiden opera kinda irks me. i dunno, maybe i am completely clueless but i couldn't help myself to not interpret the main heroine as nd and/or aroace and a tragic figure of one at that. like... every scene with her gives THAT VIBE. i can analyze stuff, believe me, i literally could be doing it for a living in a few variations of future, but some ideas are just born and left in dust cuz some people around you will just look at you and cringe. people around me aren't really educated on and/or fond of (to put it softly) neurodivergence and lgbtq+, i assure you. I👏NEED👏TO👏SHARE👏(ok i was referring to the imaginary audience).

but i won't do an actual analysis. i don't want to proof read and look up for opera text, yada yada i'll just write what i can remember. this text won't have concrete points, arguments and conclusions.

first, she's literally considered as an anomaly by the sun god yarilo who's so threatened by her existence that he fucks off and refuses to end the winter for 10+ years. (well if you look at east on map it's on the right side. fitting💀). she is a miracle, a child of spring beauty and grandfather frost, literally not from this world, she doesn't understand love, a feeling that represents humans and separates mystical and real worlds.

during the opera she constantly appears in the centre of various awkward situations... to say the least. like. lel'. he's a human musician and the reason why she wants to fit in with humans. she was enthralled by his songs and in the prologue she begs her parents to let her go to berendeians. she doesn't understand what lel' means when he asks her for a flower when he performs a song for her. she interprets his request literally and wonders why he can't pick the flower himself, when in reality he means her attention, her affection for his song. and he's sad that she didn't know what he meant🥹🥹and in the end she is so awkward, dumbfounded by him going to other girls. later, when her conflict with inability to feel love reaches it's peak she thinks that she WANTS TO BE WITH LEL' CUZ OF HIS BANGERS BUT HE CHOSE ANOTHER GIRL AND SHE GOES "why not me? am i not beautiful? i think i am... why this girl? why is she better than me? why you chose her over me? what she has that i don't have?". she is fixed at the idea of love, but until the end she doesn't even know what it feels like. she genuinely doesn't understand what's wring with her, why she can't find a place in human realm? she thinks her "inability" to love is her flaw, and she dies when she finally "feels" it. but i never found her expression of love as genuine. it is intoxicating and overwhelming for her, it fucking kills her.

a place... ha-ha-ha. "feels" it.

why else i can't find her feeling of love genuine? mizgir, that's why.

fuck mizgir. all my homies HATE mizgir. he gets pity only in the end when he [insert washed-up russian rock joke; also cannon bomb] himself, and it's brief because goddamn that would be traumatic to see anyway.

i know one person who thought this guy was cool and "HiStOrIcAlLy AcCuRaTe🤓🤓🤓" (it's a fucking utopian fairytale??? my guy???). and this person would get an F- in ethics (not really because any teacher will give them a straight A even for the speech in defence of eugenics because they are a teacher's pet). so. it's not the main point.

mizgir is introduced and in his very first scene he dumps his fiancée only because he saw snow maiden ONCE. and he's really nonchalant about it with brilliant words like "well i loved you, now i love another". berendeians live in fairytale utopia. the don't have actual laws because their life is buit on traditions and mutual trust, their tsar is "perfect", a philosopher tuned to nature. they didn't ever knew that someone would just decide to break their way of life on a whim. everyone judges him, but naturally he doesn't care. well, he doesn't care about snow maiden the same amount.

mizgir👏is👏a👏rapist👏he promised berendey that he will ignite the feeling of love in snow maiden for spring to come. so, what's his plan? well. he explicitly wants to rape the girl who doesn't really understand his affections and his desire but is scared for her life because the guy is a predator and proud. HE THREATENS HER while chasing her through dark forest, and when she calls for lel's help (as she is still somewhat close to him and finds his songs comforting), mizgir mocks her. he wants to get her and show her his love. luckily, snow maiden's guardian, leshy, shows up – thanks to him and his ghostly apparitions, mizgir gets lost in the forest for some time.

meanwhile snow maiden feels anguish for her "alien" nature and asks her mother for help. love is something that keeps her apart for humans, so she wants spring beauty's guidance. her mother knows it would hurt her child, but she promised to help her daughter with anything. these... rather strange feelings... that snow maiden experiences. uhm.

her love isn't... pointed at something. i am not an expert in love, yeah, that's why i can find myself in heroine with her struggle, but she didn't live among humans at all, ok. the love she feels is... blinding. literally. it's not something she can comprehend, partly because she haven't been capable of catching it. it shooks her. she is entranced by it all the way until the end. she is falling into the hands of m*zgir (who happily proceeded to tell everyone that it was his doing) so freely, almost hypnotized. she's too enthralled by newfound sensations. doesn't matter why she loves him now. she just does. deeply. she will marry him. of course. she happily consents when berendey is like "are you sure? he's not forcing you?". her final air blurs the line between death and life/love. snow maiden's feelings are tormenting her, but also are extremely sweetening. she melts, literally and figuratively – from the sun and something entirely new and dangerous, something that she earned to have but now can't contain within. i doubt this is a kind of tale where love is celebrated at it's purest form, wild, bacchanal ecstasy. love is not even a central point of the story. can i even call it that?

snow maiden's "love" gives me the creeps. and when it dies with her, a living miracle, long cruel winter finally ends.

[hottpinkpenguin]

Hey. Could you do fluff #10 with Aleksander Morozova? Thank you!

Seafoam (part 1)

a/n: thank you anon! our boy Aleksander was the original reason i got into fic writing so writing this felt like coming home <3 hope you love it! **UPDATE: so many of you asked for part 2, you know i couldn't resist. **FINAL UPDATE: all 6 chapters complete, see masterlist below! Series Masterlist

Chapter Warnings: none -- just good ol' angst & fluff

People knew him by many different names: the Black General, the Darkling, the Black Heretic, Kirigan.

But you knew him only as Aleksei. Or Al if you were trying to get under his skin.

You’d first met him walking in the woods near the Little Palace. Your older sister and her husband were Grisha in the Second Army serving under Aleksander. After your parents passed, you’d had nothing keeping you in the small, mountain town your family was from, so you’d left and moved your life to the capital city of Os Alta. During the day, you took care of your niece and nephews while your sister and brother-in-law practiced the Small Science and trained for battle.

Many members of your family stretching back generations on both sides had been touched by the Small Science, but not you. It was a fact that had plagued you when you’d been young, especially to see how your parents revered your older sister when she’d been tested as a child and showed signs of the Small Science. Even after she’d left to learn the ways of the Grisha thousands of miles from home, she was still the center of the family. You’d grown up resenting her for that, but that bitterness had twisted part of your soul into something ugly. After your parents passed, you’d resolved to let that ugliness die with them. And so you’d come to Os Alta, knowing your sister and brother-in-law were struggling to raise their three children and serve in the Second Army, and offered to help.

When you weren’t breaking up the bickers of small children or teaching them to read and write, you spent your free time in nature. Even though you heard different birdsong and smelled different flowers, being away from the hustle and bustle of the city center reminded you of home. It was also one of the only times you found some peace and quiet in your day.

It was on one of these walks that you’d stumbled across Aleksander. Back then, you’d only known him as General Kirigan. Your sister had told you enough of him to know that he was dangerous, both for his Grisha powers but also for his shrewd and cunning mind. She respected him immensely, as did almost all the Grisha you’d met since coming to Os Alta, but with that respect came a hefty dose of fear as well.

You’d recognized him immediately by his black kefta, a color that none of the other Grisha wore. It represented his unique powers over darkness and shadow, and you find it complemented his olive-tone complexion and dark eyes nicely. He looked very austere and somber, standing in the woods with a glazed expression in his eyes looking out over the lake. You knew it was impolite and likely improper to approach him, given just how vastly different your stations in life were, but you found yourself pulled to him like a magnet.

Truthfully, looking back on that day in the woods almost two years ago, you struggled to remember exactly what it was you said to him when you first met. You do remember that you’d startled him, causing him to jump so violently he almost tripped over his feet. You also remember laughing at the sight of the much-revered and oft-feared Black General stumbling in the woods like a nervous school boy. He’d told you much later that it was your laughter that he’d fallen in love with that day in the woods. And he’d been trying to keep you laughing ever since then.

But today was not a day for laughter. You’d sent Aleksander off on many a military campaign by now, but this one was different. He hadn’t admitted it to you - and likely wouldn’t, since you knew how he tried to protect you from worry - but you could feel it in the urgency of his kiss and the extra pressure in his embrace. He’d hardly let go of you since you’d awoken next to him that morning, just before dawn. He’d already been awake, tracing the lines of your collarbone with a touch so soft and effervescent it was almost indetectable.

When you’d looked up at him, his eyes were serious and pained. You knew that look: he was afraid. Another thing he’d never admit to. But he didn’t need to admit it, not to you. You knew his heart better than anyone, and he didn’t need to give voice to his feelings for you to hear them as clear as a bell toll.

“Aleksei,” you’d whispered, reaching out and running your fingers along the line of his jaw. He’d nuzzled into your hand, letting his eyes flutter close as he breathed in a sigh of longing. Neither of you wanted to face the day. But time was unsympathetic to your desires, and it was inexorable in its march forward. The moment you were both dreading was drawing closer: the moment you’d have to break away from each other and face the unknown alone.

“I could go with you, you know,” you volunteered, your thumb sliding across his lips absentmindedly. His dark eyes shot open, fixing you with a severe gaze as his jaw clenched.

“And you know I’d never let you so close to danger,” he replied, his voice almost a growl. Yes, you did know that. He was fiercely protective of you, almost to the point of madness at times. As much as part of you longed to throw caution to the wind, defy his orders, and follow his army against his command, you also recognized that the inevitable threat of having you so close to conflict would drive him to dangerous distraction.

Trying to keep your tone light, you chuckled. “Yes, I suppose I do know that,” you agreed. You saw his jaw relax and his gaze soften as he realized you weren’t going to push the topic further. You’d tried in the past to convince him that your place was by his side, no matter the danger. Unfortunately for you, you’d never won that argument, and you knew you never would.

After a few moments, you moved closer to him, and he pulled you onto his chest as he rolled onto his back, your head resting on the warm skin above his heart. You’d heard many laughable rumors - mostly from the Palace servants, but also from a few Grisha who visited your sister’s house - that Aleksander had no heart. Although you were careful never to respond when you heard such an outlandish tale, you could confidently attest to the contrary. Aleksander did have a heart, and at that precise moment you could feel its rhythm beating in your ears, swallowing all other sounds. Between the regular beat of his heart and the soft rise and fall of his chest like a tide, you felt yourself completely submerged in an ocean of him. You would have traded anything to drown in that ocean, to let the tide pull you out and let the dark water take you.

But, despite your wish, dawn came and with it the pressing needs of a battle to prepare for. Aleksander’s advisors knocked on the doors to his chamber three separate times before the two of you began to move. Even as he got dressed, donning his signature black kefta, you were careful not to spend too many moments apart before one of you had to connect with the other. You trailing your hands down his back, feeling the valley between his shoulder blades as he pulled on his boots; him brushing your hair behind your ears as you slipped into the simple, seafoam green gown he’d bought for you last summer. You always wore it to bid him goodbye before he left on a military campaign; it was a tradition of the two of you. Normally, your goodbyes would be said here, in his quarters, away from prying eyes. Although your courtship was not a secret, it was also not Aleksander’s practice to advertise your romance. You knew he feared for you, thinking that by being associated with him it placed a target on your back. And he knew that you were, by nature, a private person, and that you found little else quite so terrifying as the eyes of a crowd on you.

This morning was different, for a million unspoken reasons. Aleksander had lived countless lives, using the power of his magic to sustain an unnaturally long life, and with that longevity came a strong immunity to fear. Generally speaking, you rarely saw Aleksander afraid, at least not for himself. He was immensely powerful and had encountered all imaginable types of foes in his time. This made him rather cavalier in the face of threats. Yet another reason why this time was different: Aleksander was afraid. And it made you afraid, too.

So, rather than parting in his chambers as usual, you walked with him down the halls of the Little Palace and out to the road where the Second Army was assembled. The sea of red and blue keftas (with a few purple scattered amongst them) fell silent when their General appeared at the steps of the Palace. You saw his shoulders straighten as he looked out over the Grisha waiting to follow him to the edges of Fjerda. A hush fell over the crowd as they looked to him.

He addressed the Second Army briefly and confidently, but you could focus on nothing else but the profile of his face in the morning sun. You wanted so much to memorize every line of his face, every minute expression, the pitch and tenor of his voice. There was a dark corner of your heart that was already grieving for him. Perhaps the biggest reason that today was different - the only reason, in many ways - was that this would be goodbye. Goodbye forever. He knew it, and you knew it. There were no words to be shared on the topic, at least no words that hadn’t been passed back and forth between you two countless times already since you’d first met.

An appreciative roar from the crowd jarred you from your reverie. You’d been sinking into his ocean again, and you crashed against the cheering Second Army like a wave against rocks. You felt your heart twist like a vice in your chest as he turned to you for one final farewell. Stepping towards you, he clasped your hands in his, bringing your knuckles to his lips tenderly before cupping your cheek.

“Love of my lives,” he said softly. It was a nickname he’d given to you a few weeks after you’d first met, and it made your heart sing. He gently brought his forehead to connect with yours as you stole another breath together. Down the steps, the Second Army was beginning to move, and behind you Aleksander’s advisors were busying themselves with final preparations. You swallowed fiercely against a sob threatening to crash out of your ribs; you promised yourself you would not cry. You wanted Aleksander to see you strong and proud. You knew there would be plenty of time for tears later.

“Aleksei,” you whispered back. “I hope I have earned that title in our time together.” Aleksander smiled sweetly, pulling back from your forehead and looking up into your eyes.

“My love,” he murmured, “even if I had a thousand lifetimes to live, this one with you would be my best.”

Despite yourself, you felt a single tear slide down your cheek as you returned his fierce gaze. He wiped it away with his thumb before leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours. It was simple and restrained, but magnificent nonetheless. You relished it, letting your head sink below the surface of Aleksander’s ocean one last time.

A heartbeat later, you felt him pull back, your lips protesting against the loss of his warmth. His advisors swooped in, eager to urge him to his horse, saddled and chuffing anxiously at the bottom of the steps. He let them sweep him away, falling effortlessly into command as he reviewed the final muster numbers with his advisors and shot a few messengers out on errands. He swung into the saddle, graceful and strong, grabbing the reins and kicking his black stallion into a trot.

You watched calmly, tears now flowing freely and unimpeded down your cheeks, dripping off your chin. An eerie quiet was settling over the Palace as the Second Army and its General headed off towards destiny, leaving behind a grieving woman in a seafoam gown.

Just before a curve in the road swallowed the silhouette of the man you loved, he turned back to you. Despite the distance, you saw with striking clarity all the thoughts dancing beneath the surface of his dark eyes. You smiled at him, happy that your last memory of Aleksander Morozova was of him looking back to you…

part 2 is here!!

ty for reading!! reblogs/likes/replies srsly put smiles on my face. also, requests are open so give me more excuses to sink further into my fantasies &lt;3

[dailyavengers]

THE MEANINGS OF ALEXEI SHOSTAKOV’S RUSSIAN PRISON TATTOOS

1. OVERVIEW. Plus Vladimir Lenin’s face on his right arm.

2. SCORPION (right shoulder): he is not someone to be messed with, just like a real scorpion.

3. BIRD + COMPASS ROSE (left arm): while the bird means he longs for freedom, the compass rose tell us about his hatred for prison guards and law enforcement in general, according to Russian prison lore.

4. KARL MARX’S NAME (knuckles): homage to Karl Max, political theorist and Soviet idol.

5. TWO ROSES (right shoulder): the roses represents are a homage to his daughters. After all, underneath the flowers are two names in Cyrillic script, Natasha and Yelena.

6. COBBWEB (right elbow): traditional tattoo for someone who has done time in prison. It is often used to represent feeling trapped or tangled in the prison system.

7. EYES + CATHEDRAL (chest): the eyes are another common Russian prison tattoo which means that the wearer is "watching over you”, meanwhile the cathedral, despite its religious connotation, usually signify thievery, with the number of cupolas on the church spires signifying the amount of convictions they’ve had. Alexei has a lot of cupolas.

8. TWO-HEADED EAGLE (upper chest): The double-headed eagle was once a major part of the Russian Empire's coat of arms; this tattoo was done by prisoners during the Soviet Era to show rage and contempt against the regime.

9. A WOMAN’S FACE (collarbone): his tattoo of the face of a young woman resembles a lot Melina Vostokoff, his faux wife from back in the day. Underneath the face, it’s written (in Cyrillic) the word “love”.

10. THE RED GUARDIAN (back): Alexei has tattoo of himself as the Soviet hero Red Guardian on his back because he is a very humble man.

sources: (x), (x).