#spring colored bookmark

[harunoyumegatari]

「Rintik gerimis mengundang kekasih di malam ini

Kita menari dalam rindu yang indah

Sepi ku rasa hatiku saat ini oh sayangku

Jika kau di sini aku tenang」

— Denting by Melly Goeslaw

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Happy 5th anniversary for TouSetsu!! 💕

Read the fic here:

[ https://write.as/vira-d-ace/gerimis ]

Enjoy 🫶

~o~

Alias bejirrr sudah lima tahun 😭😭😭✨💕✨💕✨ tidak terasa ... lima tahun berlalu sejak pertama kali melihat Tsn nongol di BunAni WKWKWKWK waktu berjalan cepat skaly (dan Lya masih di sini mencintai Sensei, oleng sana sini tapi Tsn tetap nomor satu 😔☝️)

Lima tahun hari ini, semoga bisa tetap mencintai Sensei hingga lima tahun lagi, lalu lima tahun berikutnya lagi, dan lagi, selamanya 🫶

(Sayang banget sama Sensei hiks mau nangis ;;;;;;)

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[ Lovely art by Mikami Kuka (FB) ]

[thelittlestore]

The store will be going offline Oct. 4th at 4PM EST as said previously, but I'll still be working away on a couple things

[ppyopulii]

🧵each minute/each second | ft. choi seungcheol

PREVIEW. You’re already shaking your head—no, no, no. “Seungcheol, don’t—you can’t just say that after what happened between us.” “And pray, do tell,” he raises an eyebrow. “What happened between us?”

FEATURING. choi seungcheol x gn!reader GENRE(S). childhood friends to second-chance ???, open-ended, angst, fluff LENGTH | WC. <15min | 2.1k EXPLICITS. cursing, mild descriptions of blood/organs used as metaphors

JAY’S MUSINGS. and who else to pair 17 CARAT with if not seungcheol? this is dedicated to cheollie: the embodiment of bold first impressions, unwavering reliability, and endless youth. thank you for understanding me through all the years of struggle and absence, and for letting me crawl back into your arms to listen to your music even after so long. a special dedication to @supi-wupi & @mylovesstuffs for beta-ing (and crying in the word doc) <3 YOU MIGHT ALSO LIKE. saved to library: seventeen // shining diamond by seventeen // paths by niki // cross ur mind by lyn lapid // see you later (in ten years) by jenna raine // 18 by one direction // sweet creature by harry styles

Everything that lies in your childhood bedroom has purpose.

Little trinkets line your drawer: an old worn stuffed calico cat given to you on your birthday some years ago, unfinished books with handmade bookmarks stuck somewhere between the middle and the end, trays full of sea glasses collected from beach trips—the list goes on, and that was only one corner of your beloved room.

There are posters of your favorite artists fighting for space across the wall closest to your bed. You’d run your fingers over all the cardstock a careless number of times, feeling the roughened edges of a band you’d practically seen shoot to stardom placed right next to the signage of an artist you’d only gotten into last year. Countless memories, all fond, laid bare in a place that watched you transform into the person you are today.

And of course, to top it all off, Choi Seungcheol sprawls across your bed as if he’s the substitute for your favorite nighttime comforter.

The sight of him, all clunky and awkward on your sheets, almost makes you laugh. Almost.

Because what he says to snap you out of your thoughts, frankly, kills any sort of laughter that springs alive in your throat.

“You didn’t tell me you were going abroad.”

In all your years of knowing Choi Seungcheol, you’ve never heard him so… betrayed. Sure, there were the times you’d cheekily cheat in a game of cards, or run to tag him on the playground only to scream for the game to end when he was about to get you back.

But this? This wasn’t a wound you could fix with a popsicle from the market down the street.

“I got a scholarship in the States,” you manage to croak out, fiddling with the drawstrings of your hoodie. “Cheol, I—”

“You didn’t tell me.” Seungcheol says—accuses—again. “I thought you were going to Seoul University. I watched you submit your application. We opened the acceptance letter. What happened to that?”

We opened the acceptance letter. We. You swallow back the lump in your throat. “My parents—” “I’m debuting soon, and you’re leaving?”

You wince.

The letter that has forever cursed your relationship with Seungcheol sits pretty on your desk, its envelope torn neatly with the paper-cutter you use to scrapbook. The stark white color mocks you from where you’re perched against your drawer, arms now crossed tightly across your chest.

“Seungcheol,” you inhale sharply. “I have my reasons for not telling you, you know.” This seems to shut him up. Your childhood best friend shifts upright on your cushioned plushies. You exhale deeply, trying to steady your breath before continuing.

“I didn’t want you to try to argue with me.” Seungcheol opens his mouth to protest, but you’re quick to cut him off with a glare. “I know you, Cheol. You’d either fight me tooth and nail to stay here with you, or you’d wreak havoc trying to follow me across the world. And I didn’t want to worry you by giving you that choice. I knew what I was doing when I submitted my application to the States.”

He stands up so fast you jump, startled, your back hitting the wall with a soft thud. Seungcheol’s thick, raven black hair goes messy from the frazzled way he begins to run his hands through it.

“Did you?” he asks all of a sudden.

You blink. “Did I what?”

“Did you know what you were doing?” Seungcheol’s lips are a tight line, and you itch to reach out to smooth the crease that’s beginning to form between his eyebrows. “When you chose to leave, did you know what you were doing?”

“Don’t say that. You’re putting words in my mouth.” Your back straightens, fingers trembling at your sides. “See, this is what I meant when I said I didn’t want to let you know. God, I should have never even thought of bringing it up to you. I should have just let everything play out. At least then we would have at least had a chance of being on good terms.”

“Does it even matter when in the end you’re just going to leave me behind?”

Something snaps in you. “You are not mine to leave behind!”

The shout echoes throughout your bedroom. It’s silent, before thundering steps can be heard outside your door and an urgent knocking begins.

“Come in,” you murmur, lowering the hands you’ve raised to tug on your hair.

A creak, and your younger sister’s head pops in, eyes wide with alarm. “Mama’s asking what’s going on. Why’re you two shouting?”

Seungcheol’s gaze has the nerve to soften at the sight of the little one. You turn away from the door, gulping with shame, while he goes to comfort the girl. “Hey Haeun, it’s okay. We’re just playing a game and got a little carried away, yeah?”

She nods, mesmerized by his soothing voice—a look and feeling you know all too well. “Okay! Can I join?”

“Haeun, not right now,” you sigh. “It’s—...we’ll be down soon, ‘kay? Just go tell Mama everything is okay.”

“Okay!”

When she leaves, you’re left with an achingly big stretch of silence, one so loud it almost has you covering your ears. You begin to trace the outline of Seungcheol’s hand that has started to rub circles into his shoulder. His eyes are shut, mouth drawn closed, and you wonder if there’s ever going to be a chance to rebuild what just collapsed.

“Seungcheol,” you finally say.

He hums, noncommittal, and a part of you shatters.

“I… I also didn’t tell you because—”

“No, it’s okay.” The finality of his words slam into you, breaking what hasn’t already been fragmented. “I don’t… I don’t think I need to know. I think I already know enough, even without you telling me.”

Seungcheol’s shoulder just barely brushes yours when he walks past you to your bedroom door, glancing back just once. His eyes dart around like he’s trying to memorize the living space of someone who’s already dead.

“Reach out if you need.”

And he’s gone.

You sink to the floor, burying your face in your hands and taking a shaky inhale.

I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to lose you before I left.

I didn’t tell you because I still want you.

I didn’t tell you because I love you.

The next time you see Choi Seungcheol, it’s against your will.

And you’re not even exactly sure if it… is him.

“Seungcheol!” your mother chirps from behind you; she elbows past, nudging you with a soft, behave, won’t you? “It’s been so long, honey. Come in, come in! You must have so much to tell us.”

The man steps into your foyer, bowing gratefully. His mop of blueberry hair falls forward into his eyes, and when he raises his head, those big brown eyes from before stare back at you—except this time, it’s different.

You can’t read them anymore.

The living room is full of noise, congratulations being passed around from the idol’s recent successful album hitting the top charts. Drinks are soon being poured, and questions flow from the mouths of your family, eagerly soaking up the warmth he brings to your maple-wood coffee table.

You, on the other hand, sit as mute as a quail, holding onto your mug of tea for dear life. Words barely register in your brain; you miss Seungcheol’s lingering gaze on your every so often between stories. Those unreadable eyes follow you as you excuse yourself to go upstairs, and this time you feel them scraping along your back, leaving figurative lines of blood down your skin as you bolt up to your bedroom.

It takes approximately 143 seconds for that familiar rapport to sound at your door.

A resounding knock, followed by three short ones in succession; you could recognize your childhood passcode simply from the vibration that your door gives off when Seungcheol would knock. For some reason—and you’d always make fun of him for it when you were younger—he would always put so much intent into his rhythms, tapping his knuckles with such purpose that it leaves you no other choice but to open the door for him.

Maybe that’s why he lies in your bedroom now, almost seven years later.

You two wordlessly sit on the rug in the middle of the room, him leaning against the footing of your bed and you against the drawers of your wardrobe. You pick at the blue fuzz, scrutinizing the nail polish that stained the fabric some years back.

He, of course, speaks first.

“You didn’t change anything.”

Seungcheol’s eyes are looking at you and you want to hide. You know your hair’s the same color; know you’re still wearing the same style of clothing that’s been most comfortable for you all these years. Sure, the States gave you a place to experiment and therefore become more confident in your own skin, but coming back to Korea had you easily reverting back to old habits.

Like easy banter with Choi Seungcheol.

“Couldn’t say the same for you,” you retort. “Never thought I’d see such a deep shade of blue in someone’s hair. ‘Specially you.”

“It looks good, doesn’t it?” He grins cheekily, and you almost want to laugh from the sheer confidence he’s accumulated over time.

Almost.

“How long are you here for?” you ask simply.

Seungcheol exhales. Squints up at the ceiling for a second.

“As long as you want me to be here for,” comes his simple answer.

You’re already shaking your head—no, no, no. “Seungcheol, don’t—you can’t just say that after what happened between us.”

“And pray, do tell,” he raises an eyebrow. “What happened between us?”

“I left for the States and you debuted,” you sputter back. “We—it’s been—I haven’t talked to you in years, and here you are, waltzing back into my bedroom like you own the place. Why are you here? Why aren’t you gone?”

Choi Seungcheol says your name and your lips press together in a whimper. It’s never sounded so vulnerable before, your name; so delicate and fragile to him, like he’s wishing upon a star.

“I waited for you to reach out to me, you know,” he mumbles. “Thought some time and space would help. You never did, though.”

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out. “I was young, and stupid—I didn’t know how to pick up after my mistakes. Still don’t know how to. I’m sorry.”

Your body seems to be betraying you, because before you know it, there are tears freely flowing down your cheeks; and for some reason, you can’t stop goddamn babbling.

“I didn’t want to tell you because I was afraid of you leaving before I could. I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t know how to without falling apart. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not telling you. I’m sorry for loving you. I—I think if I loved you any less we would still be best friends.”

Up until now you thought this Seungcheol was an imposter; someone who invaded your home by dressing up in that old beat-up hoodie he loved when he was younger and those dumb sweatpants you got ice cream on one time in high school. But now, being pulled into his embrace, it's like you’re back in your last year of primary school all over again, crying over getting accepted into Seoul University. Back before things changed. Before things and Seungcheol and everything but you changed.

“It’s okay,” is all he says, and that’s all you need. “It’s okay. We’re okay. We’ve always been okay.”

“No we haven’t,” you sob weakly into his chest. “Seungcheol, I’ve ruined everything, haven’t I? Our lives, they’re ruined.”

“What do you mean?” He laughs softly. “Our lives have literally just begun. Y’know, there’s so much to tell you, and even more to experience with you moving forward. Don’t you think so?”

His words stir something inside of you. A wave of serenity washes over you, and you savor each minute, each second with it. You want to berate him, asking him how he got so mature in so little time. You also want to kiss him, toppling over into his arms and never letting go until the day you die.

Instead, you opt for a small sigh. One that you know Seungcheol picks up on and understands the meaning of.

“Catch me up, then,” you pout, settling into his arms with a newfound acceptance. “You at least owe me that much.”

He laughs, and the sound rivals any lyrics you’ve heard him sing in the past—it’s warm, strong and true. All things Choi Seungcheol.

“Alright,” he relents teasingly. “Now, where should I begin…”

back to your library.

[formerlympp]

some james potter headcanons

lefty. a doodler from boredom but artistic by nature. terrible singer but excellent dancer. spender, not a saver. extrovert. early riser. runner. wife guy. gets sad and quiet when he is jealous. believes in himself and trusts his gut. refuses to say mudblood no matter the circumstance. walks with his hands in his pockets. runs hot so is always rolling up his sleeves at the earliest opp. quidditch captain starting sixth year (granting him equal status as the prefects and driving le mad in the process). thoughtful in subtle ways he doesn't realize, like noticing peter reaching for the marmalade during his monologue and unthinkingly passing it while not pausing his rant. stubborn but will listen to sb and le. the complete opposite of a himbo. prof mcgonagall is his fav (and the feeling is mutual). uses whatever is nearest him as a bookmark. taps fingers on tabletops while he's studying. does not (want to) own a comb. came up with the idea for the mirrors while making a flippant comment after detention in third year. (sirius was the one who created them much to james' delight.) less talented in charms and potions, but he tries very hard at the latter due to his father, and not so hard at the former in an attempt to get a certain redhead to tutor him. if they were actually a thing, would never want to live in the heads dorms away from his bffs (nope, not even with lily next door). favorite season is spring. favorite color is green. his dad is his hero. even if forced to relive it in perpetuity, he would always run to the front door wandless.

[22ayla21]

Red wine and honeycake with Mydei please❤️❤️❤️

"Honey Cake and Red Wine"

Event: "Sweet Stories, Intoxicating Feelings"

He had always been a reserved man. His heart seemed to be encased in an opal slab—cool to the touch, strong to the feel, yet capable of cracking from a precise strike.

She, on the other hand, was his complete opposite. Warm as the setting sun. Unpredictable as the wind in a field. She spoke softly, laughed heartily, and looked at you as if she could see right through you.

They met by chance at a book fair. He, engrossed in an old tome, clumsily knocked over a stack of books, and she, sitting nearby, immediately helped him gather the scattered volumes. Handing him a book with colorful bookmarks, she remarked:

"A story without feelings is just bare dates."

For some reason, he remembered that. Not just the words, but also her voice, the delicate scent of her perfume with notes of cinnamon and linden honey.

He didn't realize he was falling for her right away.

At first, there were ordinary meetings: morning coffee, evening conversations about books, laughter over funny quotes. He grew accustomed to her as he would to a favorite blanket—cozy, warming, and almost unnoticed.

And then came the realization—sudden, like the first spring rain.

One evening, he sat alone, finishing his wine, and in that deep flavor with its tart sweetness, he suddenly distinctly felt her presence. That same scent, that same voice, that same warmth. It washed over him like a wave—as if before he had been skimming the surface of life, and now he had reached its very essence.

Love felt like honey cake—with each new layer, a new depth unfolded. First just sweet, then with a light spice, then tender, melting, with a barely perceptible aroma of vanilla and sour cream frosting on the tongue.

She became his habit. His personal ritual. His life.

They started living together. Quietly, without loud words. Simply, one day he woke up to the smell of fresh baking and understood—it was her morning.

They lived peacefully, without drama. Sometimes they argued—about books, about tastes, about politics. But they always found common ground. Because they felt they weren't just a couple—they were a story that wrote itself and didn't want to end.

Years passed. Light threads appeared in their hair, depth in their gazes. Love ceased to be a turbulent passion. It transformed into a mature red wine—warming, rich, the kind you sip slowly, savoring each mouthful.

He would sometimes watch her when she didn't see him. How she arranged her hair, quietly hummed something in the bathroom, read curled up in an armchair. And each time, he discovered something new in her. Some new shades. New notes. New facets. It was as if each year he knew her more deeply. His feelings didn't fade—they became more mature, richer, clearer.

One evening stood out in his memory especially.

The rain tapped softly, as if afraid to disturb. The wine in the glass sparkled with a ruby light, logs crackled in the fireplace. She sat next to him on the sofa, wrapped in a woolen blanket, barefoot. And suddenly she asked:

"How many layers do you think love has?"

He smiled and pulled her closer.

"Infinitely many," he whispered. "Because every year we discover it anew."

She pressed her cheek against his chest, and he felt her breath mingle with his. How their hearts beat in unison.

"Then let this cake never end," she smiled.

He didn't answer, just held her tighter, thinking that if there was a taste in life he wanted to keep forever, it was the taste of her lips, her laughter, her love.

Their life wasn't cloudless. They argued, got sick, lost loved ones. But they always found their way back to each other. Because love, like good wine, takes time. It doesn't flare up instantly—it slowly smolders, warms, leaves a deep mark on the heart and memory.

And also—it's sweet. Like a homemade cake, baked with love. Like an evening when you're finally home. Like hands that hold you, even when the whole world is falling apart.

And that was their love. With all its facets. With all its shades.

[azrielbrainrot]

Mind Over Matter

Pairing: Eris x Reader

Description: Eris sees you at your lowest and you get a glimpse behind the mask.

Warnings: Angst, Domestic Violence, Injury

Word Count: 3550

Notes: In case it's confusing this is set before Fire on Fire. Hope you enjoy!

Fire on Fire Masterlist

The forest looked beautiful today. The red and orange leaves cast shadows over the whole clearing, and from the tree branch you were sitting at, you could see the birds flying and even some bunnies hopping around the bushes. It had been raining all week but it finally let up this morning, the sun was now shining high in the sky making it a perfect day to sit and read outside.

Even if the season never changes, you can tell apart the “beginning” and “end” of autumn. The leaves are just starting to fall, meaning this would be the beginning of the season. In a few months when the leaves are mostly on the ground, it will be the “end” and then the cycle will repeat itself. You always preferred this time when the sun is still shining and the forest is alive.

It might be summertime in the solar courts from your calculations, not that you've ever stepped foot out of this one, or even out of the city. As much as you love the forests tinged in orange, you can't help but wonder what it would be like if they gave way to different sights every few months.

Perhaps it would make autumn more enjoyable if it wasn't constantly upon you. You think you wouldn't hate the spring or summer, when the sun is warmer and there isn't as much rain, when different flowers bloom making the forests turn into different shades of green and brown and so many other colors.

You haven't been this deep into the woods in a long time, your mother and father had both finally left the house for long enough at the same time after what felt like forever. With the rain, your mother hadn't been invited to any tea parties and your father always seemed to be working in his office nowadays, never even leaving to attend any meetings. Seems the High Lord had given him some important job.

You'd feel bad for whoever had the misfortune of their company today but these are the few moments of peace you can steal for yourself, and you've been praying to The Mother that something came up so your father was called to the Forest House or even further. If it was something scandalous enough it would take your mother to her friend's houses to discuss it among themselves too.

You get so lost in your thoughts and the book you're reading, in the calmness and silence the forest brings you that it's only when you look up at the sky and see it starting to turn the same orange tone as the trees that you realize the sun is almost setting, you were late. You weren't sure how long your parents would be gone for, hopefully they weren't coming before dinner or they would already be looking for you.

Gathering your skirt, you hop down from the thick branch you've been sitting on, shoving your book into the old bag you once stole from one of the many closets in your house. It took you a few tries, and reading a couple of books, but you had managed to charm it to hold a lot more than its size would lead you to believe. You've been using it to keep books, dried flowers you've turned into bookmarks, random trinkets you've found over the years and even a couple of pants. Anything your parents wouldn't approve of you having really, things you actually called your own. Picking it up, you winnow to its hiding place - an old hollowed tree close to the edge of the woods behind your house - and quickly cover it so no one comes across it.

The maids knew you weren't inside, thinking you were in the gazebo watching the flowers, or feeling sorry for yourself, whatever they told themselves you did all day, so winnowing straight to your room wasn't an option. There was also the risk of any of them lingering around and seeing you. The garden had to do then, the servants had probably all left the grounds by then, retiring to their own homes.

You winnow deep into the garden so you're surrounded by bushes, close to the crimson roses that overlooked the side entrance to the estate. You weren't usually allowed on this side of the garden, it was too close to the servants' gate, meaning any of the “lowly” males could see you and you wouldn't know how to defend yourself from their advances. Sometimes you think your father is convinced you need instructions for breathing too.

Waving a hand over yourself to clean off any obvious dirt for the moment, you almost sprint closer to the gazebo, the place the maids would come looking for you when it was time to get ready for dinner.

Your heart stalls in your chest when you turn the corner to find your father walking the grounds. His face turns into stone as soon as he lays eyes on you, making you drop your skirt immediately, smoothing it with your hands out of habit, always trying to appear as polished as you can in front of him.

By his side stood your fiancé, looking as elegant as ever in a black three piece suit, topped off with a muted red tie to match the soles of his shoes. You've never seen his hair this long, it was combed back and tied in a small knot. Your gaze moves back to your father's disappointed face when his eyes meet yours, always so intense and calculating, suffocating even.

It had been years since you'd last been caught outside by your father and, to make matters worse, Eris was here too. At least he only saw you in the garden, even if further in than you're normally allowed. You don't even want to think what would happen if he'd seen you winnow from the woods.

“What are you doing outside at nightfall?” Your father was clearly displeased with you, not only for going against his wishes but also for doing it in front of such an important person.

“I simply got distracted looking at the flowers,” you try to sound as demure as possible, thinking maybe you could fix this by playing dumb since your father probably didn't want to make a scene in front of Eris, “They're blooming so beautifully.”

“You must have been really distracted,” he says as he turns his head menacingly, “since you know you're not allowed to wander around unattended.”

His tone almost makes you flinch, your face dropping. It had been foolish of you to think you could talk yourself out of the situation. Eris' presence wouldn't make your father less volatile, it only made things worse. He wanted to show the other male he was capable of handling his family, not wanting to appear weak in front of the heir.

You hadn't stopped to think that this could also make you less viable for marriage. His daughter being personally chosen by the High Lord as his eldest son's fiancé was your father's greatest accomplishment, and he knew better than you that Beron's mind was easily changed, he wouldn't want Eris to think you might not be the best option after all.

In this moment you ponder tarnishing your reputation as much as you could to get out of this marriage. If only it wouldn't cost you your life with it. Your father always hated the fact that you were born female. A male would bring the family name glory but a female could only hope to wed into a noble family. If you were to lose the High Lord's favor your father would likely lock you away from the world or even dispose of you altogether.

Your father lets out what you think he means as a disapproving sigh, but you can hear the excitement behind it, can see it on his face. He's grown to enjoy the moments when he can put you or your mother in your place, it makes him feel important. He approaches you, moving away from a slightly confused looking Eris.

You knew what was coming as soon as you saw your father pull his hand back, you've been here before many times after all. You close your eyes, feeling the heat approach your face, trying not to let your instincts take over and try to avoid it, that only makes it worse. The force of the slap makes your head turn to the side, your body almost following, but the worst part is the flames, you have to bite your lip not to let out any sound as you feel the burn eating at your skin. You faintly smell burning and try not to think about it, knowing it's the smell of your own flesh.

He holds your chin with a still too warm hand, even if already rid of the flames, and looks into your eyes closely, wanting to revel in your pain. “I've taught you better than this.” He adds another light slap to your face for good measure before letting you go completely. It almost hurts more than the first one, the skin was so tender even just moving your face hurt.

Taking a weak breath in, you try to calm your mind, ignore the pain and rage warring inside you. Clutching tightly onto your dress to keep your hands occupied, in case your mind slips and you burn his face in rage the same way he keeps doing to yours. You feel the flames wanting to rise up to your skin but firmly snuff them out, making sure they stay safely hidden deep inside you until it's the right time.

The pain has gotten easier to bear over the years, now you close your eyes not from fear but to calm yourself. You don't have the strength to go against him yet or a plan for a safe escape, you refuse to lose your life so easily after enduring this for so long. One day you will make him pay for everything he has put you through but first you need a plan and you need to be stronger.

This time it was different though, Eris was watching, you could feel his gaze burning into your skin deeper than your father's fiery palm ever could. There had been witnesses to his cruelty before, even outside your family and servants, you had seen pity, satisfaction and even trained blankness in their faces, had learned to ignore them and not ask for help under any circumstance - it took you too long to realize that the ones showing pity know your pain or are as powerless as you.

But, for some reason, knowing Eris, your future husband, the heir to the throne, is watching makes you want to cry for the first time since you were a child. You bite your lip and clench your fists as hard as you can, opening your eyes only enough to look to the ground, hoping your face isn't giving away too much or the burn was at least enough to hide it.

Suddenly interested in studying the cobbled stones you've walked on for decades, you notice your earring fell off, the ruby glinting in one of the little nooks in between stones, suffocated with no place to escape to just like you felt. You briefly wondered if it had simply gotten loose with the force or if it was ripped off your earlobe, but the pain on the side of your face was too intense to be able to pinpoint a specific area. A ripped earlobe was the least of your concerns anyway.

“What do you think you're doing?” All your thoughts evaporate when you hear his voice. He sounds uncharacteristically angry, you've never seen him lose the teasing lilt to his words or crafted nonchalant tone. You can't help but look up at him with wide eyes, not even remembering the shame you had felt before.

“Not to worry. Her face will be healed by tomorrow morning,” your father barely hesitates, assuming the anger wasn't directed at him hitting you, “I wouldn't give you damaged goods, my lord.”

Sometimes you wonder how your father had lived for so long, how he managed to become important enough that he not only worked for Beron but the High Lord would also want his heir to marry you, when he could be this dense. It was clear Eris wasn't worried about your face, his anger was almost palpable.

You know he wears a mask like no one else, you've seen it in action, but, if your father hadn't been so self-absorbed, if it was Beron standing in front of him, this would end very differently. Because the mask had fallen at the same time your stupid earring did. What was staring at you was Eris' true face. Your father was too thick to notice but you could gamble your life on it.

It showed his unrestrained fury and power rumbling just beneath his skin, you're not sure how your father didn't notice the way the temperature rose around them, the air suddenly resembling the summer you had just been longing for. His gaze burned hotter than lava and the planes of his face carved out the perfect personification of fury. His face was the perfect picture of the new High Lord of the Autumn Court. It was all fire, beautifully and all consuming.

He was making a bigger effort of not hurting your father than you were. When your eyes met you could almost see him forcefully pushing his feelings away, stuffing himself down with them, burying them deep inside him to keep the plot he's been writing for centuries intact. Still, his gaze lingered on your marred cheek too long, you think you even see his fingers spasm, as if wanting to reach out, if it was to console you or to snap your father's neck you couldn't be sure but the sentiment behind it was the same.

You almost gasp as the realization comes to you. The look on his face isn't all anger but what's underlining it isn't pity, it's the face of someone who understands. He's been in your same place. It shouldn't be a surprise to you, Beron's cruelty will far outlive his name, but it's hard to imagine Eris, inarguably the second most powerful fae in this court, in your place.

Your stomach twists at the implications. If even he can't fight Beron, what hope do you have of escaping your father? Especially now that he's aligned himself with the High Lord? It's in this moment that you know Eris' warnings were correct, there's no use running, you wouldn't make it but a couple steps.

“She needs a healer to fix her face,” you can almost see him choosing his words, playing into your father's narrative enough while trying to help you as much as he can. You're starting to think you have Eris figured out. Is this how he has survived this long? “See that it gets done quickly.”

He leaves without another word, turning away from you father and letting his eyes linger on your burnt flesh one more time before winnowing out of your estate. You don't look away from where he'd just been even when your father grabs your arm and pulls you along on his way inside the house, cursing you with every step. You wouldn't be able to leave your room and escape into the forest for a while.

Later that night, when you're returning to your room, after a healer treated your wounds as usual, and made sure Eris' goods wouldn't be permanently damaged as your father had so lovingly put it, you find a vaguely familiar, faint scent lingering in the air, it makes your heart stop.

Thankfully, the maids didn't accompany you to your room, they didn't like treating you cruelly but helping you could get them in trouble with your father so they'd rather just watch in silence, or, even better, turn their face whenever it was possible.

If they had followed you, they would have noticed the scent, would run and tell your father. You're not sure if they'd recognize it as his, he doesn't visit your house often after all, but the spicy scent was unmistakably male. It's better not to think of the amount of trouble you would be in if they smelled it.

You walk to the window first, opening it as wide as you can so the chilly night air fills the room instead, making sure there would be no residuals in the morning when they came to wake you. Looking up at the full moon in the cloudy sky, feeling the wind turn to ice against the side of your face still covered in a thick cooling salve and wrapped in bandages, you hesitate one more time before moving to the foreign items sitting at your vanity table, undoubtedly left behind by your dear fiancé.

Eris left you a tiny bottle with some strange bluish liquid inside accompanied by a small red velvet box tied off with a golden ribbon. You know he won't poison you, the bargain won't allow it, but you weren't sure what else he could do if he let his imagination run wild. You decide reading the note set on top of the box might give you an idea.

He has no right to treat you like this. I'm sorry I can't do more to help you for now but I promise there will come a day when he won't be able to hurt you anymore.

The note wasn't signed but you knew it was his. Even after your agreement, you didn't think he would try to make you feel better, even going as far as risking getting caught while dropping this off, since this fragile alliance of yours had been neither of your first choices.

You pick up the bottle and uncork it, immediately recognizing the calming scent of a sleeping draught. It would help with your nightmares. This is a generous amount too, it can last you a while. You set it back down and untie the ribbon, opening the box to find some chocolate and sugar cookies.

A sleeping draught and cookies. Never in your life had you received anything like this. You can't even admit it to yourself but this is by far the most thoughtful gift you've ever gotten from anyone.

He had to have an idea of how awful your father was to you, you told him as much when you made the bargain, but he might not have realized he went as far as physically hurting you. Eris knows the pain of an abusive father, of being haunted by their cruelty even in your dreams. So, he gave you the draught to help you even a little and the cookies to console you, something sweet to fend off the pain.

Just when you were starting to feel thankful for Eris, thinking you might have been too harsh on him before, you notice something else written on the other side of the note. Turning it around and reading it as well.

I wasn't aware you could winnow so well. Just how much are you hiding from your family, doll?

Your entire body tenses at the words, turning the paper into flames lest anyone reads it. He knows. You've managed to hide this ability from everyone for decades, but now Eris, of all people, knows. You're not sure how he noticed when your father didn't. He could have arrived before him, could have wandered around the grounds without anyone knowing. Is it possible that he knew where you went? No, he couldn't have come from the forest in time to talk to your father and see you.

You hold your hand up to rub over your chest, simultaneously trying to calm your racing heart and feeling the mark of the bargain woven into your soul, trying to reassure yourself. He's your ally. He won't tell anyone, the bargain won't allow it. But what could he do with this information? You had the upper hand when you made the bargain but it feels like he just stepped ahead.

After a few moments of breathing in the cold air still seeping into the room and settling your mind, you sit down on the chair by the vanity unceremoniously, letting your head drop into your hands for a moment. A heavy sigh escapes you as you open the cookie box again. What kind of person sends you gifts and includes a mildly threatening message with them. Must he always push your buttons like this?

You take a bite out of a chocolate cookie and let the delicious taste melt in your mouth, eyeing the small bottle. It seems you'll need to use it tonight, you definitely need a good dreamless sleep after the rollercoaster of emotions you've been through the whole day.

What you fail to notice is that, between the chocolate and sugar cookies you keep munching on and the annoyance now targeted towards Eris, your face barely even hurts anymore and you weren't left thinking of the deep rooted ache in your soul after your father hurt you yet another time.

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🎇 — Lily of the Valley

RELATIONSHIP: Sunday x Reader

SUMMARY: Your favorite flower catches Sunday's eye.

A/N: The final fic for the Hanami event! I really hope everyone enjoyed a week of daily fics, I really enjoyed writing them!

Adjusting to life on the Astral Express wasn’t as difficult as Sunday expected it to be. Don’t be mistaken— the feeling of being an awkward bystander lingered no matter how many days passed. But the Astral Express crew were a friendly and welcoming bunch, and they were working hard to make Sunday feel at home.

One crew member especially excelled at building rapport with Sunday. To an unexpected level.

“Hey, Sunday? Are you busy?” (Name) leaned over the back of the chair Sunday had made his nest. Their cheek brushed against his wings, which he pulled towards his face to avoid whacking them with an excited flutter.

Sunday put his book down, marking the page with a (Name)’s handcrafted bookmark. They gifted it to him when he first boarded the Express, beaming about how it looked like a ticket. “I know you’re not planning to stay long, but if you change your mind, you already have a ticket!”

And (Name) continued to be just as warm and friendly everyday. To say Sunday was charmed would be an understatement— he looked forward to his interactions with (Name) every day, to the point where he would pout in his seat when (Name) would greet but walk past him. 

“I’m not busy,” Sunday replied. “What do you need?”

He tilted his head towards (Name), trying to be calm about the few centimeters between them. When Sunday moved back, (Name) moved forward. “Well… This time of year is spring on my home planet, and I felt a little homesick. I got some plants, but I need some help setting them up. The conductor mentioned you had a green thumb!”

Sunday let out a humble laugh. “Green thumb is a strong title… I simply like to keep plants alive.” He used to help take care of the Family gardens when he was a child and took great pride in his work, but saying that out loud felt like a bit too much. “I’d be glad to help.”

(Name) had a smile that lit up the room and it was incredibly blinding up close. ”Thank you so much! Let’s go!”

He didn’t need (Name) to guide him to their cabin, but when they insisted by pulling his arm the entire way, Sunday had no heart to refuse. Sunday nearly tripped upon entering their room; a mess of open boxes and grow lights littered the floor, strewn about from when (Name) gave up and decided to ask Sunday for his help.

Leaves stuck out of one of the open boxes. Sunday kneeled down to inspect the plants (Name) had picked out. For the most part, they were typical house plants— those on the planet of festivities cared little about the greenery, but Sunday paid pristine attention to the planters around the dreamscape and the Reverie. So he recognized the pothos, the anthurium, and the orchid. But smaller flowers amongst the leaves caught Sunday’s attention.

“A lily of the valley?” Sunday picked up the white flower’s planter to admire it. It was in pristine, beautiful condition after surviving the trip to the Express without harm. 

(Name)’s eyes widened as they kneeled down next to Sunday. “You recognize it?”

“Yes, they also grow in Penacony.” A memory with blurred edges surged to the forefront of Sunday’s mind. He sat in a Family garden with Robin and they poured over a book of Penacony flora and fauna, trying to identify all the flowers in the garden. There were many extravagant flowers that grew on the planet of festivities, but Sunday found himself drawn to the lily of the valley. “It’s one of my favorite flowers.”

It was simple and elegant. It relied on no flashiness or bright colors— it existed quietly in understated beauty. As a child, Sunday couldn’t quite understand why he appreciated the flower. When he grew older and took his place as the head of the Oak Family, Sunday reasoned that it embodied the Order. Simple flowers aligned in rows, able to be admired from the safety of a garden; that was the dream that Sunday wanted to cultivate.

But life slumbered so it could wake up from the dream, and faced with the flower again in the presence of (Name), Sunday could find a new meaning in it. “It’s my favorite, too! I think it’s a really beautiful flower. Not to mention that it’s also really low maintenance, hehe.”

Sunday wasn’t one to believe in fate— for most of his life he was greatly opposed to the idea that destiny was out of his control. But he found it comforting that he had the same favorite flower as (Name). Maybe it meant something. He looked up at them, a small smile on his lips. “May I ask why this flower is your favorite?”

“Hmm…” (Name) raised a brow at Sunday’s question and tapped their chin in thought. “How should I describe it… When someone thinks of a ‘beautiful flower’ they probably imagine something like a lotus flower, right? Any flower that has the petals arranged perfectly symmetrical. Those flowers are definitely beautiful, but…”

They beckoned Sunday for the flower, and he gently placed the planter in their hands. “It could have a few flowers, or a lot. They’re not always in perfect rows, either! Sometimes they’re in pairs and sometimes one flower is by itself. Every flower is unique and… I don’t know. I really like that.”

Sunday blinked. He looked down at the flower again and he saw it in a whole new light. What he labeled as perfection was imperfection in (Name)’s eyes, but still beautiful all the same. “I never thought about them like that,” he admitted. “I used to think of them as tidy and perfectly aligned…”

The wistful expression Sunday had gave (Name) pause. He had warmed up since he boarded the express— thanks in no small part to (Name) worming their way into his heart. They started chatting with him because they wanted him to feel welcome but Sunday had turned into quite the people pleaser. Maybe he was just trying to be nice, but he would never turn down a conversation. So (Name) learned plenty about him, and he learned plenty about them. He knew (Name)’s favorite food, the way they liked their tea, and what their favorite Robin song was. Now he knew their favorite flower and he still wanted to know more.

Taking a chance, (Name) leaned forward. “Well, I guess you’re just like it, then!”

Sunday felt his face heat up. He would’ve covered it with his wings, but that would’ve made it even more obvious. “What do you mean?”

And taking another chance, (Name) scooted closer so that their knees bumped against Sunday’s. Now their face started to burn. “You dreamed of order, but you chose to wake up. Maybe things in the real world aren’t as perfect as you wanted it to be, but you’re committed to learning.”

There was a tiny voice in the back of (Name)’s mind screaming, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? This was a terrible idea on all fronts and (Name) was risking the friendship they had built up. Not to mention it would make meal times on the express horrifically awkward. If Sunday didn’t share mutual feelings, (Name) might throw themself into the cosmos.

Sunday was no fool— he understood what was happening. The question to consider was what he wanted to do about it. He had his reservations, but he was supposed to start anew. Maybe this could be one of the new things he could explore. “I see,” Sunday smiled. “I suppose I could be one of the flowers on its stem.”

(Name) decided to pass the point of no return. “Maybe you’re a pair? I could be… the flower next to you.”

Thankfully, Sunday passed the point with them. “I would like that.”

Much to both of their surprise, Sunday closed the distance first. Despite being the initial instigator, (Name) was lost on what to do when Sunday’s lips met theirs. His lips were soft but the pressure was firm, whether it was out of intensity or inexperience (Name) didn’t know, but it was exhilarating. One of Sunday’s hands found (Name)‘s neck, resting his thumb against their jaw. His other hand rested on (Name)’s as they clutched the delicate flower for dear life.

Before Sunday fully pulled away, he pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of (Name)’s lips. Leaning back, Sunday pulled one of (Name)’s hands with him. He kissed the back of their hand. “Careful,” he murmured against their skin. “You’re going to crush the flower.”

(Name) set the planter back on top of the box and leaned forward once again. Sunday felt their warm breath against his skin. “It’s safe and sound… So, let’s keep going—“

Sunday closed the distance before (Name) could finish. 

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[ash5monster01]

i'm back for more pittsie pie <3 this time i'm thinking college aged and long haired pitts like that one picture i screamed at you all about (you know the one) i don't really care what more you do with it bc i'll scream and cry (pos) at whatever you write but i think u know my ~type~ when it comes to Men - emotional, sensitive, openly affectionate, you get it girly <3 okay i love you so much bye bye

Spring Flowers

Pairing: Gerard Pitts x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, dirty talk, no use of y/n, established relationship, just a sweet and short blurb

Summary: You soak in the first signs of summer with the boy you love most

word count: 1.1k

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The spring sun beats down hard on your skin, warming you over, and managing to lift your mood in every way. Harvard had long, cold, hard winters and this was finally the light at the end of the tunnel. It was the first time since the Fall you were able to lay out on the grass in the quad and read a book. All your assignments were done for the week and finals right around the corner. Life couldn’t be any better. 

This is proven to be true when a familiar body settles beside yours on the ground. He practically cocoons you with how much of him there is but you can only turn and smile. Birds chirp in the sky and the sun glares back at you, but none of that matters when you realize how picture perfect this entire moment is. How perfect he is.

“Having fun?” he questions, arm tightening around your waist and pulling you closer. You nod softly while brushing some of the hair out of his face. It had grown out so much and there was something sexy about the longer hairstyles the boys were starting to sport. 

“Yeah, hoping to catch a tan,” you tell him in a teasing tone, knowing the spring sun wasn’t yet strong enough to provide the color you so desperately needed. It was nice to hope though. 

“As long as you remembered sunscreen,” he says while tugging the book from your hands. He carefully places the bookmark between the pages and dismisses it off to the side. 

“Of course I did,” you defend but he knows you’re lying just as much as you do. He just laughs before rolling to his back and tucking you against him. The laughter of other classmates fills the air and a stray frisbee flies through the sky every few moments. All of you are soaking in the first signs of summer. 

“I was worried when you weren’t in your dorm but I figured even you couldn’t avoid some warm weather,” he says, fingers tangling in your hair and you smile as you rest your cheek against his chest. His heart thumping softly and it brings a smile to your face. 

“It’s perfect reading weather, it was calling my name all day,” you inform him, pinching one of the buttons on his shirt between your fingers. Classes had been long and tedious nearing the end of the year but the first signs of sunshine outside gave you hope and the strength to get through it. 

“Yeah well I was hoping to go to your dorm and have you call my name instead,” he states and you gasp, lightly slapping his chest and unable to suppress the giggle that bubbles past your lips. 

“Ger, if we always did what you wanted I’d never leave my room,” you say and he smirks, hand cradling the back of your head as you look up at him. 

“Would that be so bad, I mean, you remember last night. My hands and mouth, your thighs wrapped around my head,” he mutters lowly into your ear and a deep blush crosses your face at the memory. You both had been lucky not to receive a noise complaint. 

“Oh I remember just fine, thank you,” you say, not daring to look in his eye and inflate his ego even more. Gerard lets out a low chuckle and it warms your entire body over. 

“I’m just saying, it’s too bad we don’t have any privacy right here,” he tells you, ducking down to capture your lips in a quick kiss. As always you become absorbed in him, giggling against his mouth as his long locks fall and hide your faces. When you pull away you push the hair back and behind his ears which only earns you another kiss. 

“You think you’ll cut your hair when you get back home?” you question, hoping the answer was no but also knowing this free lifestyle he had become accustomed to would disappear the minute he was back home. 

“Probably, but it’ll grow back,” he reminds you, relaxing into the grass and trying to memorize the feeling of you against him before you were separated for three months. As much as you yearned for the end of the school year you also hoped it would slow down just a little so you could have more time with him. 

“I’ll miss it, but probably not as much as I’ll miss you,” you tell him and he grins, ducking to press a kiss to the crown of your head. There was something about Spring that fit the boy so beautifully. Tall like the flowers that kept spouting and bright like their colorful petals. He was calming, safe like a soft breeze and baby birds chirping high in the trees. 

“I’ll write and call as much as I can,” he reminds you, tangling his long fingers through your hair and brushing through the locks. You close your eyes at the sensation, relaxing into him and ready to fall asleep right here in the middle of the quad. “Besides, anything is better than a flat top.”

You laugh loudly, remembering the haircut he first sported when coming here. Yet it still didn’t keep you from resisting his charm, bad haircut and small redhead roommate included. He had been the best part of your years here and without him you may have never gotten through it. There was more to him than the other guys, something dark but in a way that made him who he was. He never let those moments bring him down and he was constantly reminding you of the good. No matter if assignments got too hard or your parents stopped calling for a while. Gerard was the bunker in a storm and you were going to keep him no matter the cost. 

“I liked the flat top, very preppy,” you remind him and he snorts, knowing he long ago shed the conformed school boy persona for something more go with the flow. He had taken up the guitar, tried weed for the first time, and stopped buttoning his shirts all the way. That last one was your favorite but you could do without the weed. All that had gotten you was a late night and all the food you had stashed cleared from your dorm. 

“You like everything about me,” he jokes but it couldn't be anymore true. Smiling you snuggle tighter against him and memorize this moment to hold close for the entire summer apart. It could be the only thing to get you through. 

“True but if I didnt we wouldn't be here right now,” and this answer suffices him as he squeezes you in a hug, certain that when Graduation rolled around next year there would also be a ring stuffed in his pocket. The first summer for his entire life he would finally get to keep you.

And you knew you’d say yes.

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All Future Diary Merch (Part 1)

~~A comprehensive list

Despite being a cult classic anime and manga, finding official Future Diary merchandise feels like looking for a needle in a haystack. That is, incredibly difficult to come by in a sea of redbubble and bootlegs. This is partly due to its age, but also because most merchandising is both Japanese-exclusive and released in limited quantities. For this reason, it’s quite difficult to gauge just how much merch has been created and how much of it is still available to us few fans still active to this day. So, for the sake of curation, here’s a comprehensive list of all officially licensed Future Diary merch (that we know of at least).

A little disclaimer before we begin: this list is subject to change, as I’m always making new discoveries whenever I look deeper into this rabbit hole. If anyone knows of more merchandise that isn’t included in this list, please let me know so I can update it. On the other hand, this post is going to be very dense and likely feature multiple parts due to Tumblr's photo limit, so I'll keep my descriptions very brief. If there's any relevant information related to a product, I'll link it and call it a day. (so be prepared to see a lot of links to some of my previous posts here). 

With all that fluff out of the way, let’s dive in:

~ Magazine Goodies

Magazines often feature little goodies and gifts (or at least they did back in the early 2000’s), and Shonen Ace wasn’t an exception to this. According to Future Diary’s official guidebook, there were three special FD gifts included in different editions of Shonen Ace:

A supplementary manga cover (from the February 2011 issue of Shonen Ace)

A Yuno phone pouch (from the Spring 2008 issue of Ace Assault)

A comic box (from the June 2011 issue of Shonen Ace)

~ Raffle Goodies

Besides these magazine goodies, Shonen Ace also did many fairs where they would sell volumes of their popular series and raffle limited edition products. These raffles were advertised in the obis of the first four Future Diary volumes, which is where most of my product images actually come from. Once again, according to the guidebook, these products were:

An mp3 player + earphones (from Kadokawa’s Spring Comic fair 2006, featured in volume 1) I believe only 10 units exist of this piece, though I could be wrong. The ad for the raffle said that of the 300 participants, 140 would also receive a metal strap (a.k.a phone charm), though we have no pictures of what that looks like (source). 

A jacket/windbreaker (from a raffle featured in volume 2). Sadly, no more information is available for this product.

A wall clock (from Kadokawa’s Spring Comic fair 2007, featured in volume 3). I also believe only 10 units exist of this piece.

The complete crossover of Hanako and the Terror of Allegory x Future Diary (also from the 2007 Spring Comic fair). Of the people who weren’t lucky enough to receive the wall clock, 190 received the crossover instead. 

The meditating Yuno t-shirt (from Kadokawa’s 13th anniversary fair, featured in volume 4). Only 50 units exist of this piece. Of the people who weren’t lucky enough to receive the shirt, 200 received a signed, colored copy of the artwork from the shirt.

~ Kadokawa Extras

Besides raffles and magazine goodies, Kadokawa has made other miscellaneous products featuring Future Diary for special events:

A fan from the Kadokawa Manga Festival - Summer 2009, which happened to feature Yuno.

A Christmas Yuno x Yukki bookmark from the Kadokawa Manga Festival - Winter 2009. 

A Yuno Keychain sold for Shonen Ace’s 25th anniversary.

Sakae Esuno’s crossover illustration for Kadokawa’s 30th anniversary.

~ Books

Besides the manga releases, there are other Future Diary related books, such as:

Fragments, the guidebook.

Future Diary's ecchi parody: Mosaic Keshi.

The original Future Diary sample booklet, which included just the first chapter of the manga.

The two light novels.

Bonus: despite never receiving a standalone release, I’ll mention it here: the Tantei Akechi x Future Diary crossover story.

Extra bonus: there are two clear files that were given as bonus gifts for purchasing some of the manga volumes (I don’t know where else to place this so here they are).

~ DVD/Blu-ray Bundles

The limited edition sets of each localization of Future Diary include plenty of interesting bonuses worth diving into. I’d like to note that I might be missing some information here as the contents of these bundles are a little tricky to research, though.

The complete Japanese Blu-Ray box included the following bonuses: a 16-page booklet, pilot episode, the MurMur Corner specials, the promotional TV commercials and videos, audio cast commentary for every episode, box sleeve and disk sleeves with original designs, and the CD soundtrack.

The Japanese Blu-Ray/ DVD had individual volumes (9 to be exact) which were also accompanied by limited edition bundles. These bundles included similar bonuses: an 8-page booklet, video specials and commercials, cast commentaries for their respective episodes, a box/ disk sleeve, and one of two character trading cards.

Volume 1 of the Blu-Ray/ DVD also included a mouse pad with an original design for its limited edition, while volume 6, 7 and 8 included one of the three Radio CDs for their limited edition sets. (source).

Bonus: if you bought the Volume 1 Limited Edition set from HMV, you would receive a poster of Yuno in an HMV uniform. There's also a Tsubaki version, though I'm not sure what volume that's for. If you bought it on Amazon, you would receive a special sticker set.

The German Collector’s Limited Edition: comes with the box, booklet (same one as the Japanese), memory cards of all the diary owners, pins of Yuno and Yukki and an embroidered patch with the name of the show. (Note: the French Limited Edition also contained the same booklet).

The Collector’s Limited Edition Set (UK): included a 28-page artwork booklet.

SelectaVision Blu-Ray Collector’s Edition of Future Diary: comes with the CD box, complete series and extras (total of four disks), soundtrack CD, a small container with Tsubaki’s face, 9 large postcards of the manga covers, a doble-sided poster, sticker set, trading card set, a replica of Yukki’s beanie, and a 40-page booklet. What else can I say, ole 💃

Side note: I’m disappointed that the LATAM version never had a physical release. Not only did we miss out on similar bundles, but the dub is now incredibly difficult to find since it wasn't moved over when Funimation passed to Crunchyroll. The castilian dub is also surprisingly good in comparison, which is something I don’t normally say (castilian dubs don’t have a track record of being very good, sorry).

Lastly, the US Limited Edition Box included three extras: a filler box and two Valentine's-Day-themed postcards.

That's it for part 1. Tune in next time for more merch insanity!

PS: for some reason every time I try editing my drafts for this they get posted. I had to delete the first version of this because Tumblr's playing tricks on me. So now you're getting this post earlier than expected xd.

[rainbowcaleb]

FICLET FRIDAY: My Flowerhaired Prince

Prompt: long hair Essek | Pairing: Shadowgast | Rating: T | Wordcount: 811 | CW: none

A trio of wind chimes ring in Caleb’s head. He puts his hand on the page of his book, and looks towards the front hall. The afternoon sun is low enough in the sky that the floor is confettied with colored splashes from the stained glass inset on the door. He watches and waits. There’s a shuffling against the door, but no secondary alarm goes off. Caleb lets out his breath and returns to his book. He’s borrowed it from Veth and it’s long past due to return to her. Apparently she’s trying to start a bookclub with Jester and this is their first pick. He smiles to himself; The Gale and the Raven is a rather raunchy pick, but he can see the appeal. The descriptions are lovingly, explicitly, detailed.

The door opens and Caleb turns his page. Only a rare few know where he lives, and even rarer who have a key. It has been seven years and his anxieties, while not gone, slumber like a cat in a sunbeam more often than they roar.

“Caleb, I’m back.” It’s Essek, because of course it is. He lives here, comfortably settled into life with Caleb, three cats, and friends who come and go whenever they are in town.

“How was the market?” Caleb calls out. “Do you need a hand?”

“No, no, it’s all in one basket. Ah, darling, you won’t believe how ripe the plums are right now. Mister Aplinn was kind enough to set aside a carton for me, which proved fortuitous as Jester’s pastry errand took a while first.”

Caleb finishes up his page and picks an envelope off the endtable to use as a bookmark. It’s the outside of the wedding invitation from Jester and Fjord, the contents of which he’s memorized.

“How is Jester? Did you send along my regrets? The problem with teaching isn’t the students, it is always the endless meetings—” Caleb stops talking. Essek has just entered the room. “Oh.”

Essek raises an eyebrow. “What is it?” He starts towards the kitchen to unload his basket. Caleb practically throws the book onto his seat and goes to follow him.

“Essek, you look…” Caleb feels completely tongue tied. Yes, he saw Essek just this morning, early sunlight through peachy curtains making his bare skin glow against the covers of their shared bed. But Essek has returned looking different.

“Yes, ah, well you see Jester is practicing.” There’s a hint of color starting to dust across his cheeks.

Caleb raises his hands and cups those warm cheeks and turns Essek to face him. “For the wedding?”

“Yes.” Essek holds his gaze. “Do you like it?”

“Dear, you look lovely.” Caleb can’t help but twist a finger around one of the curls that has fallen across Essek’s forehead. Jester has taken full advantage of the new shoulder length growth, braiding a crown of hair around his head and leaving the rest to gently fall in waves. Intermingled with the braids are fresh flowers; dainty pink, spring green, and blue petals frame Essek’s face like gilding surrounding a fine painting.

“Jester didn’t have a mirror, but I did try and glance in a shop window. It’s not really me, I would say, but—” Essek pauses, and Caleb can sense the words tumbling until smooth. “It is something new.”

It warms Caleb’s heart, and he can’t help but lean in and press a kiss to Essek’s smiling mouth. “If you wear this to the wedding, it is only fair that you braid my hair too. We should match.”

Standing this close together Caleb can practically see a sparkle in Essek’s eyes at the suggestion. “Yes, yes, a very good idea. But you can’t wiggle this time. It’ll ruin your hair.”

Caleb pouts. “When do I wiggle?”

Essek reaches up and threads his hand through Caleb’s hair, tugging a little as he goes. Caleb leans into his touch immediately, barely stifling a humming moan.

“See?” Essek kisses his neck, now handily bared as Caleb leans to his side. “You like it too much.”

“That simply means we need to practice, get it out of my system so to speak.” Caleb slides his arms down and around Essek, pulling him flush against him. “Good news, my evening plans are wide open. Shall we begin?”

“Caleb!” Essek does not pull away, but his tone is all playful admonishment. “But the food needs to be put away, the plums…”

Essek should have seen it coming. Caleb tugs him tighter, palming his backside in the process.

“Yes, the plum, which I have right now.”

That earns him a yank of his hair, but Caleb’s reaction is all reward, not punishment. Essek kisses the tip of his nose.

“Fine, you win. But you are making dinner afterwards.”

“Whatever you say, my flower haired love, now let me take you to bed.”

[harunoyumegatari]

「Spring-colored Bookmark」

BunAru — 🅂🄷🄸🄼🄰🅉🄰🄺🄸 🅃🄾🅄🅂🄾🄽 x Setsuna Raizael ; 🅃🄾🄺🅄🄳🄰 🅂🄷🅄🅄🅂🄴🄸

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[vviipers]

880 words. (loz: tp) malo, talo, beth, colin & fem! reader. (loz: tp) mentioned link/fem! reader.

"C'mon down, Miss Priss!"

The nickname was cute and the children's Ordanian drawl would have made you bow in any other situation, but you were more than happy sitting on the porch of Link's home as you flipped through your book.

It'd rained all day long for three days. While today had lightened up to a simple spring shower, the ground was still soaked through until it became mud. You'd gotten the displeasure of watching several villagers slip and slide as they traveled between Ordon and Ordona's spring, most of which involved the children. While you were morally obligated, you hated making the trek down the ladder and into the mud whenever you heard a yelp.

"She's made outta crystal, y'know! Those city folk weren't meant for down here!"

They were right. It was a miracle you even survived your first few months of living in the village. You never minded helping around the farm or doing some yard work for the ladies, but that was the extent of outdoor work you did.

It wasn't that you were completely useless. The guilt of sitting pretty at home would guilt you the same way it did in Castletown.

Germs were gross. Your research (and overall feeling of ick after touching something dirty) had taught you as much. It's what made you made you so good at your job.

"Maybe when the grass comes back," you gently try to placate them. The comment makes them look down at the mud to fact-check you, Talo stomping and jumping around to shove the remaining blades down. "I'm always here if you have a boo-boo, though!"

"Boo-boo," Malo mimics, rubbing his thumb against his lips before sucking it into his mouth. Even without your grimace, he's quick to spit it out after discovering the mud covering it made it less appetizing. "Blegh! What's that?"

Beth shakes her head in disapproval and looks up from the drawing she and Colin are currently coloring. There's a pile of them carefully arranged around the porch, most held in your lap so they don't spill out from under the protection of the umbrella. "It's a cut, isn't it?"

You nod and she brushes hair over her shoulder in pride. A giggle leaves her when you brush a stray from over her ear, crying that it was ticklish.

She was your student, used loosely, so of course she picked up on the strange words you used in your day-to-day. If you thought back hard enough, you could remember the way she looked when you offhandedly repeated a few sayings she'd never heard.

(If you thought even further, you could recall the way Beth glared at you when Link had brought you to Kakariko. She'd hated you even more when all was said and done, pulling you aside and giving you empty threats when he'd formerly introduced you as his lover.)

(You'd never taken her seriously. It had taken some time, but she quickly warmed up after you cared for her while her parents visited Castletown for a week.)

Something in the conversation makes Colin perk up, leaning off of his stomach and onto his side. "Missus," he starts before adding your name, brows furrowed as he tries remembering if he was supposed to use it or miss. "Can you bring us some more stuff you keep in that box? Link 'n' Fado keep using it all."

It's not a shocking bit of information. In the year and a half you've known Link, he's been more than risky in all his endeavors. It's only natural he'd find a way to get himself hurt herding goats, collecting cuckoos, and harvesting pumpkins.

"Of course," you hum, slipping your bookmark between the pages and folding it closed. Standing, you gesture for Talo and Malo to come up the ladder and ignore the way they stomp their feet in argument. "You all must be hungry, right? Beth, why don't you help Colin make a new kit— pack it full— and I can make you all something to eat."

That gets the boys to lighten up, Talo helping Malo clamber up the ladder before following close on his tail. They shed their jackets and dirty pants, donning the shorts beneath while rubbing their stomachs as though starved.

"Can you make those soup 'n' sandwiches you make when we're sick? The red one that you can put the cheesy ones in!" Colin's suggestion is one all the kids agree with, stopping by the fireplace to warm their hands before scattering.

It takes you a moment to figure out what he's talking about, taking until you finish washing your hands to clarify. "Tomato soup and melted cheese?"

"Yeah! That!" Malo hisses and pushes his chair away from the fire once he gets too hot too fast, wrapping the blanket he snagged from the recliner tightly around his shoulders. "And that juice too!"

"Maybe," you laugh, retrieving the ingredients from the newly installed cooler. "Any last requests for my royal highnesses?"

There's a few more thrown into the air, a couple in your ear and the other from the basement. You don't think you had anything to bake their sweet-tooth cravings, but you're sure the rainy day would be enough to make you all creative.

[diamondoffaith]

Dear, Dawn Dyed by the Rainbow (Haikei, Akatsuki Someru Niji yo) ENG TL

WILLMESH To whom he wished to admit his first thoughts Dear, you who I think of in the bright dawn MYUNNA Tell me a name of a flower LOUTERSTELLA Compose a poem you like, and show me WILLMESH It will surely reach me this way ALL I want to greet the sunrise with you WILLMESH Become an unforgettable sky

MYUNNA The root of the sprout's heart is terribly delicate LOUTERSTELLA The sound of emotions floating in the silence

MYUNNA "Wherever you are, even if it's far away" LOUTERSTELLA "If you believe me, we'll reach an understanding" WILLMESH "Because you're more important to me than anything. I don't think about anyone but you" It's a rainbow of secrets

ALL Don't look down, beloved seven colors Why are your tears so clear? MYUNNA Like the dusk blotting out the sun LOUTERSTELLA Like the ever weeping sky WILLMESH If I could only light a color in my heart

ALL Without rain, there won't be a rainbow If so, then what are these feelings? What bridges the gap without a hint of sadness is always a heart full of love

LOUTERSTELLA Gather up the words that spilled over (Scratch them off) Write them down before they get blurry (Write it down) MYUNNA, LOUTERSTELLA, WILLMESH So that I could leave behind just a little bit of my feelings

MYUNNA I don't know if this fleeting nature is something I can understand* LOUTERSTELLA It makes you wish for eternity in writing

MYUNNA "I wanted to see the scenery passing by together" LOUTERSTELLA "I wanted to capture its unchanging beauty" WILLMESH "Such contradictions make the present more irreplaceable"

WILLMESH Dear, my beloved you ALL As long as you receive it, as long as you receive it This small token of gratitude No matter what, what I wanted to convey, what I wanted to convey It isn't enough with just words WILLMESH These thoughts I can't write about ALL Only the faded letters would know

WILLMESH This letter to you becomes a bookmark Everytime I read it again, I get taken back to that day

ALL Show me, beloved seven colors These childish and naive emotions MYUNNA A flowery smile in the spring and summer LOUTERSTELLA The loneliness of autumn and winter WILLMESH The warmth of the person who wants to be remembered

ALL I hid the rainbow beyond the sky I don't ever want anyone to find it WILLMESH The rest of us hope to never cry ALL Overflowing, my eyes are filled with love

WILLMESH The rainbow that fills the dawn

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* Myunna mentions Mono no Aware, a Japanese tradition(?) that has to do with deeply understanding human emotion evoked through anything in life, and can also mean "The gentle sadness of things"

[rosanna-writer]

Hello again gorgeous, Secret Santa calling! 💖📞✨️

Hope your day is going well. Are you doing good? I love our talks.

But darling, I MUST know - what are some of your favourite fanfic tropes, especially when it comes to our dear Feysand? Any favourite fic recommendations? I'm chomping at the bit to know.

Until tomorrow, lovely.

- Secret Santa 🎅😘✏️

HELLO MY DEAR I'M GOOD HOW ARE YOU

Favorite tropes: canon divergence, role-reversal, shifters and monsters, all the goofy "what if you can't see color until you meet your soulmate"/"first words your soulmate speaks to you are tattooed on your body"/etc soulmate AUs, "missing scene" fics

OK SO FEYSAND FIC RECS TIME TO GUSH THE REAL GIFT IS TALKING ABOUT THESE FICS

Poltergeist Darling by @thesistersarcheron is the spooky gothic romance AU that speaks directly to my inner 12 year old self who just discovered Phantom of the Opera and had her entire world changed

You know when you're like "damn, that's a great idea for a fic, I hope someone writes it so I can read it"? That was me with The Thief and the Rake, I swear @popjunkie42 is living in my brain or something (and I know @annaskareninas ALSO has one that's in the tbr list I'm slowly making my way through!)

Tempt My Trouble by @whatishowedyouinthedark because come for the smut (lol pun unintended), stay for the caretaking and art museum heists. Also the scattering of little canon details in a modern mafia AU is just so clever and fun

Queen of Thieves by @the-lonelybarricade because I love AUs where Feyre is born fae but also this might be the hottest Rhys she's ever written??? I still think about that scene where Feyre falls asleep on Rhys's lap after dinner

And speaking of born fae AUs, To Steal A Bride of Spring by @yourstarsmyscars is another favorite of mine, with Feyre knowing a bit more about what's going on than ACOMAF, this is just one of those warm and fuzzy, "what if they didn't have to be so mean to each other?" fics that are so soothing to read

@foundress0fnothing is a legend for making the Pied Piper hot in whistles far and wee like the flute is such a deeply unsexy instrument it should not work but she's a witch and the fic is so good and Rhys is seductive af!!!!

Your Eyes Whisper Have We Met literally has EVERYTHING you could possibly ask for in a feysand fic. @climbthemountain2020 is serving swoony regency balls and dream conversations and fun OCs and Under the Mountain suspense, she is doing it ALL, it's insane just go read it

I re-read Spirit in Disguise by @witch-and-her-witcher the other day, and it's another one of those "huh I wish someone would write this AU, OH LOOK SOMEONE DID" fics because damn do I love anything where Feyre meets Rhys before he's High Lord, and all the worldbuilding and the way the plot just dovetails to seamlessly with the main Nessian fic it branches off from are so, so good

Hot for Teacher by @beesays goes SO HARD on the school setting, it's just delightful. The emails, the gossip, Feyre handing Superintendent Rhys his ass in front of everyone, it's like Abbott Elementary but better and also Feysand

There are a ton I'm probably forgetting, but I'm so bad about actually bookmarking things so I'll stop here so my night doesn't devolve into tracking down fics I only remember the plot of but not the title or the author!

everyone go leave all these authors nice comments on their fics!!!

[melonajoyy]

Shoujo Merch from JP & KR! 💫💖

I recently went on a 2 week trip to JP (4 days) and KR (9 days) mainly to visit family who I haven’t seen in ~7 yrs! Throughout this trip I was on THE HUNT for any scrap of shoujo merch!

Reorganized my shelf with some of the new additions! 🥹 <3

Some things I noticed: Spring Storm and Monster is super popular in both JP and KR! I was pleasantly surprised to see it having sm merch! Though I didn’t purchase any bc I found that a lot of special goods boxes I saw was mainly merch of the male lead..and I was looking for merch of both the leads (cmon! The girlie is the main character!!) In particular I skipped out on Spring Storm and Monster, Pink to Habanero, You’re my Cutie, and A Condition Called Love)

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NOW! onto the haul! ~~

Starting off w/ vol 7. of Shujinkou Nikki (Diary of a Female Lead) 💘 from Tower Records Shibuya! Bought this bc it came w/ a cute postcard 🥰 Wasn’t able to have a lot of time for shopping bc I was with family, so this is the only purchase from JP…😞

Next is vol. 5 of Tonari no Stella (Gazing at the Star Next Door) 🩵 from Kyobo bookstore in Seoul! (Thankfully I can read this hehe) it came w/ an adorable coaster and mini postcard!!! Love the watercolor art smmm

My second fave find…special box set of vol. 10 of Yubisaki to RenRen (A Sign of Affection) 💛 also from Kyobo! Came w/ an acrylic standee, 3 mini postcards (the paper quality is so nice and textured!), and a small clear file bookmark!!! Hit the jackpot w/ this one and it was only 25,000 won…america could never 😭

and the most exciting…

the newest issue of Hana to Yume!! (at the time) which I coincidentally found at a bookstore in Haneda airport!! I was so disappointed seeing Kusanagi-sensei’s tweet abt 2 Yona posters being included in the next issue and I had alr left the country…BUT!! ALAS!!!

feat. F/ACE!!

THE POSTERS ARE DOUBLE SIDED AND SO BEAUTIFUL!!! 😭💖 I love the watercolor art and the colors are so vibrant and pretty 💕 so thankful I was able to find this esp bc yona merch is so difficult to find 🙏 (WE NEED A S2!!!)

Overall, I think I got a pretty decent haul for a first-time visit and for a trip not focused on shopping! I definitely have more spots in my mind for where to go next time I’m in JP that wasn’t possible this time…😆

Don’t mind me…just staring at my yona posters on the wall….<3