I’m really wondering about the paladins’ original lions. You know, about how Keith should have black, Lance red &
Allura/Shiro blue if we’re to follow the classics.
(No this theory isn’t about how the hell did they fit in at the time)
I heard they made it so their lions match their colors as
paladins, but they could have switched their outfits, like they did
in the sequels (#NeverForget). So my best guess is the creators of
the show might be planning to swap their lions around, so we finally
have an explanation as to why their armors don’t match their lions
(though I’d like to see them with their armor swapped, too, but
that’s just me).
(Did ya missed it ?)
Under a Read More because long. Especially Lance’s part.
Feeling kind of a little lost writing long fics lately so welcome to my “Karoline is Definitely Endgame” future mini scenarios. All will vary in time and theme. Hope you like them!
This came to me from that adorable Joseph Morgan interview about the TVD finale (check it out if you haven’t).
Carousel Bar: New Orleans - seven weeks later…
“Did you want to make it any harder to find you?” Her familiar voice rang out around the bar, causing onlookers to stare at them curiously. No one dared abuse the Original Hybrid and the King of New Orleans, especially in public.
He finished the last sip of his neat whiskey and pushed the empty glass downwards towards the barman. Closing his eyes briefly, Klaus gathered his thoughts. He’d figured she might come into town one day but didn’t think it would be so soon, not to mention so confrontational and public.
Apparently making a generous donation to a worthy cause made you public enemy number one. Forget witches and other supernatural creatures, Caroline Forbes was another kind of beast.
He turned around finally, his eyes perusing those blonde waves and expressive, blue eyes he’d committed to memory. His gaze flickered downwards, trying to ignore just how beautiful she looked so casually attired in jeans and a fitted, white shirt.
Funnily enough public embarrassment was usually a punishable offence but Klaus wasn’t going to complain in this case. He’d been waiting for her to walk back into his life for a while now, even if she was pissed. He had to admit that flustered state just made her look more beautiful.
“Given your resourceful and tenacious attributes, I’m surprised you had difficulty, love,” he murmured, resisting the urge to lick his lips . She sent him a particularly dirty glance before placing her hands firmly on those shapely hips.
“I was distracted,” she huffed. Klaus could tell by her expression that it was indeed true. “That’s what happens when people send unexpected gifts in the mail.”
“And here I thought gifts were usually welcome.”
“Care to step outside?” Klaus shrugged by way of response. Whilst he was happy she was there he figured this conversation was best conducted away from prying eyes, given his reputation.
“I have something for you,” she scowled once they arrived in the neighbouring alley, throwing the cheque in his direction.
“Do you always act so childishly when people give you things? Remind me not to get you any birthday presents in the future.”
“I can’t be bought,” Caroline argued. “This is too extravagant and I won’t accept it.”
“This isn’t about buying anyone, especially you,” he shot back, trying to hand the cheque back in the process.
“You gave me money, three million dollars in fact,” she hissed. “I’m not Roxanne you know.”
“Roxanne?” Klaus asked temporarily confused.
“And here I thought the 1000 year-old Hybrid would understand,” Caroline muttered. “You don’t have to put on the red light?” Klaus knew exactly where she was going now but couldn’t help teasing her, she was just too adorably feisty when she was frustrated. “You don’t have to sell your body to the night?”
“I’ve always loved The Police,” he answered, the glimmer of recognition now crossing his face for her benefit. “Don’t tell me, you don’t have to wear that dress tonight?”
“I can’t believe you’re teasing me right now, Mikaelson.”
“It’s easier to joke about things when it’s obvious you’re trying to assert that I consider you some kind of prostitute, Caroline.”
“What was I supposed to think?” She squeaked.
“That I was investing money into a very noble cause,” he insisted. “If I knew it was going to cause such a fuss I would have written the cheque out to Alaric instead.”
“So, you’re not trying to…”
“No,” he replied simply, unable to keep a straight face, a very telling smile tugging at the edges of those crimson lips. “But between you and I, that expression is telling me you’re a little disappointed.”
“Glad to see that ego is still well and truly intact.”
“Well, who would I be without that, love?” He asked, noticing that she was momentarily lost for words. She really was cute in this dumbfounded state and it was taking all of his willpower not to push her against the wall and rub his lips against her and that was only the beginning of what he wanted to do to her. But Klaus had no intention of stepping over that line. His donation was meant in goodwill and he wanted her to know that.
“I’m not taking it,” she asserted.
“Well, that’s entirely up to you but I suggest you think about the children before you make that decision.”
“Way to throw the kids back in my face,” she mumbled.
“Just consider it,” he reiterated.
“And when I do, you’ll take it back?”
“Yes, but you’re going to have to return it in person,” he instructed, trying not to smile. Her torn expression was telling Klaus that she was confused. He just hoped she’d keep it so as to benefit her school and students.
“Fine,” she huffed. “When I come back to return this cheque, I fully expect some beignets on my arrival.”
“Consider it done. You know however long it takes and all.” He couldn’t miss the telling smile she gave as he uttered those four words they both knew so well.
Turns out the next time Caroline came to New Orleans three months later, it was to live for good and she didn’t need beignets because she could get them anytime she wanted.
Klaus, however, made it his mission to make her favourite sweets available at all times and couldn’t help but sing Roxanne just for her benefit. Surprisingly enough she wasn’t keen on it being the first dance at their wedding though.
In a far away land, long ago, lived a king and
his fair queen. Many years had they longed for a child and finally their wish
was granted. A son was born, and they called him Perseus. Yes, they named him
after a great hero, for he had saved their lives from gloom. Then a great
holiday was proclaimed throughout the kingdom so that all of high or low estate
might pay homage to the infant prince. And our story begins on that most joyful
King Poseidon betroths his son to the daughter of Queen Athena, a young girl named Annabeth
The Three Good Fairies, Aphrodite, Demeter, and Artemis arrive to give Percy his Christening gifts.
Aphrodite gives The Gift of Beauty, the True Beauty that extends beyond the skin and into the Soul
Demeter gives The Gift of Song, the Song in One’s Heart that inspires and sustains the Soul
Artemis gives the Gift of –
Suddenly, Juno bursts into the hall, furious that she was not invited to the Christening. She curses Percy:
“The young Prince shall indeed grow in Grace and Beauty, beloved by all who know him, but before the sunset of his sixteenth birthday he shall prick his finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and die!”
Juno escapes the hall, and though Artemis is not strong enough to undo the curse entirely she can weaken it. Percy will not die, but he will sleep until awakened by True Love’s Kiss.
Though Poseidon burns every spinning wheel in the kingdom, Aphrodite knows it will not be enough to stop Juno. Instead she devises a plan to disguise herself, Demeter, and Artemis as peasants so they can raise Percy in the relative safety of the countryside.
Poseidon and Sally reluctantly agree to the plan, and Percy disappears into the forest.
What type of flower would each guy give to their girl??
Okay, my heart melted while I was thinking about this doll. I seriously love flowers so much <3
*Edit: I can’t believe I forgot Junkmetra!
Gency: A few beautiful Edelweiss is what he would give Mercy. A white, almost fuzzy like petaled flower that only grows in the mountains of her home country. It would be a proclamation of love as this flower represents sacrifice and devotion. They naturally grow high up on the mountains, being very hard to obtain and thus meaning a lot when given to a beloved.
WidowReaper: Reaper would silently give Widowmaker a single Gladiolus. The small flowers bloom on a spike that are are generally two feet long, faintly resembling a sword. The blossoms would be a pale blue and standing as a symbol of faithfulness, sincerity and integrity.
BunnyRibbit: Giving his best girl a few bundles of Freesia, D.va would love the sweet offering. A very dainty and circus smelling flower, seven or more funnel-shaped blooms open along one side of the stem. Lavander, peach and lemon would color the small bouquet. It would represent their love perfectly as the flower means innocence, thoughtfulness, trust, friendship, and sweetness.
High Justice: McCree would give his Egyptian goddess a whole bouquet of Roses and Water Lilies. Red, pink and white would decorate the flowers as Pharah breathes in their lovely scent. The lilies showing his love by symbolizing passion and drive, while the roses meaning many things but mostly his love and faith.
Time Dragon: Being sincere with such a gift, Hanzo would only give her one beautiful Camellia Japonica. With a diameter of five inches, the lovely pale yellow blossom would be pressed and dried to be kept forever by Tracer. The flower meaning perfection and excellence, faithfulness and longevity.
Anahardt: Being careful not to accidentally crush the large bouquet of delicate flowers, Reinhardt would give his queen Israeli Irises. White petals, with yellow stripes along with purple irises. The beautiful flowers meaning royalty, faith and valor.
Zen Hack: Taking time to find the perfect flower rewards Zenyatta greatly as he presents his soul mate with a small bouquet of Chocolate Cosmos. Native to her home country, the smell of cocoa emitting from the small, deep red colored petals warms Sombra’s soul. Giving her Zeny a kiss for the beautiful gift, she knows the meaning of it being beauty, wholeness and peacefulness. Also conveying to her ‘walk with me hand in hand’ and ‘see, life is indeed beautiful’.
Junkmetra: Unsure of anything pretty and flower related, he ends up picking a small bundle of Forget Me Nots because the soft blue color reminds him of his dynamite girl. Symmetra quietly adores the multitude of tiny petals, keeping them well placed in a beautiful vase. Junkrat chose wisely as the flowers represent true and undying love, and also your favorite memories or time together with another person.
My December’s issue of Nintendo Dream has arrived today!
I bought this basically for that Character Fanbook, though, as it seems to have quite a bunch of interesting information and comments made by some FE: Fates staff (Director Maeda, Planner Komuro and Character Designer Kozaki) regarding the 20 most popular characters that have won the Nintendo Dream exclusive popularity poll. The last 6 pics wasn’t from the extra booklet, though. They were from the magazine, and I posted it just because they’re also FE-related.
The Harvard Computers (Hint: They were women, not machines!)
Today is the birthday of Annie Jump Cannon, born December 11, 1863, known as one of ‘Harvard’s Computers’. She is credited along with Edward Pickering as the creator of the Harvard Classification Scheme which remains the foundation of today’s stellar classification system.
One of a dozen women hired by Pickering to do the hard work of identifying, classifying and cataloging hundreds of stellar objects, Cannon distinguished herself as the brightest of the bright and rose finally to a full professorship before her death in 1941. Pickering hired the first of his ‘computers’ in a pique of frustration, noting that his maid could probably do better work than he was getting from his students. Indeed, he hired his maid, Williamina Fleming, who became the first of his ‘computers’ and quickly distinguished herself. Pickering was pleased enough with her work (and lower wages) that he soon built a team comprised entirely of women to compose the catalog. Cannon was hired a little later to oversee a catalog of the southern skies. While no eponym celebrates her name, her contribution (along with the remaining group at Harvard) as well as the countless women throughout history to impact science, math, politics and all human endeavor, today we remember and say Happy Birthday. A true gifted scientist and true pioneer, gone but not forgotten. As in most human endeavors, nameless and tireless women support the work of more celebrated men with little or no credit. Newton said of his work: ’If I have seen further it is by standing on the shoulders of giants.’ Today we acknowledge that many of those giants were and are women.
Image currently in the public domain courtesy New York World-Telegram and the Sun Newspaper.
Today’s post is for hb-she does twice the work and asks for half the credit. Our boys are who they are because of her.
“The pastoral methods of St John Mary Vianney might hardly appear suited to the social and cultural conditions of the present day. Indeed, how could a priest today imitate him in a world so radically changed? Although it is true that times change and many charisms are characteristic of the person, hence unrepeatable, there is nevertheless a lifestyle and a basic desire that we are all called to cultivate. At a close look, what made the Curé of Ars holy was his humble faithfulness to the mission to which God had called him; it was his constant abandonment, full of trust, to the hands of divine Providence. It was not by virtue of his own human gifts that he succeeded in moving peoples’ hearts nor even by relying on a praiseworthy commitment of his will; he won over even the most refractory souls by communicating to them what he himself lived deeply, namely, his friendship with Christ. He was "in love” with Christ and the true secret of his pastoral success was the fervour of his love for the Eucharistic Mystery, celebrated and lived, which became love for Christ’s flock, for Christians and for all who were seeking God. His testimony reminds us, dear brothers and sisters, that for every baptized person and especially for every priest the Eucharist is not merely an event with two protagonists, a dialogue between God and me. Eucharistic Communion aspires to a total transformation of one’s life and forcefully flings open the whole human “I” of man and creates a new “we”
(cf. Joseph Ratzinger, La Comunione nella Chiesa, p. 80). - Pope Benedict on St John Vianney
Honest question, how true is the 100 roses incident of Eric and Hyesung? Because I don't think there isn't a straight guy who would just give out a bouquet of hundred red roses to someone, who is also a straight guy, under any circumstances. Any admin can answer this, I just want to know the truth.
It’s indeed true. Very very true.
Hyesung did receive a bouquet of a hundred roses, and Eric actually did it.
Either Eric was trying to do it as a joke, or he just really likes giving Hyesung gifts.
It’s still a super cute 20th birthday present though.
Are you being serious right now? Favorite? Are you daft? What sort of mother has a “favorite”? It is an important parenting rule not to make it so that one child feel less loved than the other, otherwise it will cause psychological damage and complexes that I’d rather they not have as adults.
It is also important for a parent to love their children for what makes that child unique and encourage that uniqueness. For example…
While it is true that Sans is indeed gifted in both magic and intelligence, he often has trouble keeping himself from becoming bored or tired. Except for when he is with Papyrus. It is quite fascinating to watch, really.
Even though Papyrus is not even a year old yet, it is clear that everyone who meets him is very quickly drawn into his natural charisma. Even a child as disengaged as Sans is quickly able to focus his attention on little Papyrus. In fact, Sans almost seems as though he’s fascinated by him. Like Papyrus is the most incredible thing he has ever seen. I watch the two play often, and usually what ends up happening is that Papyrus will play with a toy or crawl around and Sans will simply… Watch him and smile.
I think that they both have immeasurable qualities, just in different ways. I must say, I can’t wait to see how they interact when they are older.
"Who is your type of boy?”…… How would you feel if'VIXX', become your boyfriend?
Here is a man who is oppressed with sorrow.
And of course they are handsome,
They are even tall.
What if, such perfect guy like VIXX is my boyfriend?
“today we will make your dream come true ”
On March 21st, at an arboretum located in Guro-dong. ‘STARCAST’ filmed six guys and six colorful ‘VIXX’. This day’s shooting theme was ‘Boyfriend like Idol’. ‘playful boy’ N, ‘charisma’ RAVI, ‘Cutie’ HYUK, ‘fascinating charm’ KEN, ‘quite man’ LEO, and ‘Sweet heart’ HONGBIN. It is indeed a gift set of charms.
- STARCAST by Dispatch
① N. Playful boy
N is in fact has a great personality. He well talks to people even if it’s his first time seeing them. He is more like guy friend (male friend) type than boyfriend. He is like a type of guy you like to have chat with when you are feeling down.
“I recently went to the zoo with my nephews and we had so much fun. If I get a girlfriend I really love to go to amusement park with her, yet in fact I don’t enjoy getting on a thrill rides. LOL.” (N)
N’s ideal type of girl is someone who is smart but not mischievous. He gets attracted to a woman who is wise and he can look up to. What if N really gets a girlfriend?
“I like to be a boyfriend who can make his girlfriend happy every day. I am not sure if I could though, I just wish I could be the one.”
② RAVI. Full of charisma
RAVI is the main rapper of VIXX. If we define RAVI in one word? HIP. HOP. Starting with his walk He is full of swag. The freewheeling style that he is giving off from his whole body is impressive.
“Going on a date? Not in a place like here (arboreturn) ~ if I go on a date with my girlfriend I would go to Hanok Village. (RAVI)
Is this the type of RAVI’s swag? He recently got a driver license, so he can drive to Hanok village. We asked him what type of girl he likes to go on a trip with.
“How they look is important to me and I see the overall harmony of person’s appearance and in that sense, I am a fan of an actress Lee Ha-nui” (RAVI)
③ HYUK. Cutie youngster
He definitely looks like the youngest of VIXX. He looks like a fun-loving puppy. He is friendly to everyone. But to his girlfriend he becomes strict (?).
“I get jealous easily. I wish my future girlfriend would have no guy around her. And about her appearance, I wish she looks pretty to Me.” (HYUK)
It’s is HYUK’s first time coming to arboreturn. Did the arboretrun impress him? He said he would go to Hallasan if he gets a girlfriend.
“If I get a girlfriend, I would like to go to Hallasan. If I go to such challenging place with someone I love I would feel very pleased. It would be better if we face all sorts of hardship as we climb up the mountain?”
④ KEN. Fascinating attraction
He looks cold-minded visually. He is giving off a modern city man scent. Yet in fact he is full of cuteness. He is blowing off tons of winks and love bullets.
“I don’t need anything else but she got to have irresistible desire.” (KEN)
The KEN I met was romanticist. When he calls his fan he calls them ‘my baby’, so I don’t no longer need to explain it. If I get a girlfriend I would like to prepare a special event for her.
“I have never done preparing an event. So if I get a chance, I would love to do one for my future girlfriend. She would love it, right?” (KEN)
⑤ LEO. A quite man.
This time, it is a quiet man LEO. LEO is very delicate and prudent. He never answers to questions right away. Is this the reason why his ideal type of girl is somemore mature than other members?
“I like to meet a girl who is wise like my mom. She does not have to be older than me but someone I can lean on.
How is LEO when he has girlfriend. Surprisingly he is an ‘exquisite love boy’. Yet, if his girlfriend do something wrong, he becomes scary-no-mercy man.
“I am a type of boyfriend who gives everything to girlfriend. Yet if she does something wrong such as love cheat I turn away very coldly. If she doesn’t then I do everything that I could do to make her happy.” (LEO)
⑥ HONGBIN. Sweetheart
HONGBIN is the one who has the most interest in women among the members. And indeed he has very detailed specifications for his ideal type woman. He used to like classic pure looking woman. Yet now he is looking for someone who is very noble.
“My ideal type for girlfriend is pretty specific. I wish my future girlfriend has pretty smile face, half-moon shaped eyes, and long straight hair. Is there any woman who can only look after me and no one else?” (HONGBIN)
HONGBIN is gentle. He does not out express his feeling. He silently does his job. He was like that also on the day. He wasn’t feeling well, yet never stopped smiling.
“In fact, if the weather is as good as today, I won’t mind doing anything. It would also be good even if I just go for a walk; all I want is ‘dreamy girlfriend.”
Going on a date with VIXX was very romantic and successful. Now then, what do fans need to do? Be ‘VIXX’’s girlfriend.
Moreover, VIXX planned to go on a long date with ‘Starlight’. When? It is on March 28th to 29th at Olympic Gymnastics Arena.
Have lovely time with ‘VIXX’ by going to their 2nd concert ‘VIXX LIVE FANTASIA-UTOPIA’.
PS. Next week, we are going to reveal the behind scenes of ‘VIXX’‘s photo-shoots. Get your hopes up for to watch their irresistible attractions. From now on we are revealing preview of their photo shoots.
For my single friends, and those struggling with silencing the voices, and those who worry about sex, this is what I felt the Holy Spirit wanted me to share with you,
The world puts pressure on you by saying you need to have sex or else you aren’t “manly” or “lovable”, yet on the Christian side the church often says you need to be married to be considered grown up. Or that it signifies your life has meaning or its together. Both are false. Over half of Christian marriages end in divorce. Marriage doesn’t signify maturity. People often get married too fast without seeking the Lord and it ends in pain and brokenness. Marriage is good. But so is being single. Being pure is to be celebrated. I know times are lonely, and that you want to make everyone shut up. You just want to appease all the shouting at you when they feel like what you are doing is wrong and how you could do better. But our loneliness is a deception, if we start our prayer with if “I just had”, or if “I could only” we are praying the wrong prayer. How could we be lonely if we have the Holy Spirit, which is the Spirit of God, living inside us? Unless we don’t believe that…We have already been giving everything we need to live a life pertaining to godliness. A house and relationship may be something for you down the road, it might not. But the breather of stars seeks intimate time with you. Cultivate the gifts of the spirit. Use your freedom to edify the church, seek the kingdom, and heal the sick. Cast out demons, raise the dead, speak in tongues, and prophesy over people. At this current time in life you can learn, soak in God’s love, and go. Learn who you are. Learn to walk and keep in step with the Holy Spirit. Don’t find your value in people/relationship, or apartment/housing in what you do or don’t have. Do not quench the Spirit. Often odd people who just lived for Christ, were the ones that shook the nations. Maybe you’re feeling like the odd one out tonight. Consider that perhaps it’s because you are being prepared to bring the kingdom to people who are so thirsty for God’s love, perhaps it’s because you have been chosen to change the world. If you feel the stirring in your heart while reading this. I’m encourage you to ask the Holy Spirit to renew you, and make himself known in a tangible way. Be bold in asking things from our Father, he loves when we ask big, and believe when we ask. Live in freedom. Then walk in it. Walk into those kairos moments with God and watch him empower you to do the supernatural, and shine like a star piercing the darkness. Don’t be afraid, there are good things ahead. Remember you are not alone, ever. You have been absolutely forgiven, so release forgiveness in others. You are incredibly and deeply loved, by love himself. Our father gives good gifts. Live abundantly.
Go in peace.
What I have been set free from/ Who the son sets free, is free indeed/ it’s actually true
So, that novel I was absolutely not going to write about Gblags’ Drink with Me vid, right. I’m not even going to overthink this. Just. Boom.
• First, the thought to do it in the first place. Yes, he’s been asked several times about the lines cut from the film, but he’s gently rebuffed requests to perform them until last night. In absolutely no way do I think his decision to finally offer this is the result of any specific request from any specific person or group of persons (I mean really; come on); this felt more like a perfect situation presenting itself with him being in Paris and able to do it how he felt would best present the verse: with situational respect as well as timing, in good voice, and with enough distance from filming to make the most beautiful impression. Paris—all of France—has been kind to George Blagden on several levels, and this feels like a small but heartfelt gift to her in return as well as one to fans of Les Miserables.
• Then, the beautiful clever kindness of a Brick-student knowing his entire audience of Brick, Musical, and Film fans: giving the password as the name of the cafe, to which many would say Musain, from the film—and that was indeed the correct password—but then titling the video itself The Corinthe, which is true to the Brick.
• The choice to go where he did to sing it, to bring the verse as near as he could to where it belonged in Paris. Several of the actors who played students in the film have, since filming, ventured to the site of the barricade, some as a laugh and some in more serious mood, but this was truly something special, in the darkness and quiet.
• The strong but still quiet beginning; this is a man who probably sang this verse a hundred times before filming even began, and then who knows how many times on set, and he sounds smooth and lovely as you’d expect from what we know is a rich, plummy voice (he categorizes it on Spotlight as clear/natural, but I’d say it’s thicker and warmer than that). There’s also a very gentle determination in the way he begins; a sense of occasion and pleasure in finding himself alone and able to do this.
• Then the shaky only-just-slightly-off will the world remember you when you fall, not quite as smooth as the rest of it, but recovered nicely. The section from will the world through nothing at all is tricky for some Grantaires, unable to balance bitter and sweet, and I think Blagden is no exception, but oh, the recovery for the final line.
• And last but not least, the decision to make the song itself the emphasis as opposed to performing it, acting it out in an situation that would be any modern au writer’s dream come true (even as someone who writes modern au as well as canon era, I appreciate that choice) but would never achieve the same result. The haunting feel of the video on some level depends on us not seeing him, only listening to him (for him, too—for the hitches and hesitation, for the dream-soft sadness balanced with certainty and faith in the power of those few, few lines) and seeing what little we could in the darkness and imagining what we could not.
Fanservice? Yes. But also a genuine gift, presented with grace and the sort of charming dignity we’ve been lucky to be able to expect from George Blagden, presented at the right time and in the right way, by the right person.
“Attaining one’s dream requires a stern will and unfailing determination.”
“The silent voice within one’s heart whispers the most profound wisdom.”
“Celebrate life’s grandeur … Its brilliance … its magnificence…”
“Only courage in the face of doubt can lead one to the answer.”
“It is indeed a precious gift to understand the forces that guide oneself…”
“There is both joy and wonder in coming to understand another.”
“One of life’s greatest blessings is the freedom to pursue one’s goals.”
“To find the one true path, one must seek guidance amidst uncertainty…”
“It requires great courage to look at oneself honestly, and forge one’s own path…”
“Alongside time exists fate, the bearer of cruelty.”
“Only with strength can one endure suffering and torment.”
“In the face of disaster lies opportunity for renewal.”
“The moment man devoured the fruit of knowledge, he sealed his fate … Entrusting his future to the cards, man clings to a dim hope. Yet, the Arcana is the means by which all is revealed. Beyond the beaten path lies the absolute end. It matters not who you are … Death awaits you.”
“You cannot avoid Death. To live is to die; they are one in the same…”
If you're really sure it's okay then, thank you ;; I'd like to ask for GaiusxFe!Mu that starts out angsty but ends up fluffy, possibly just after Grima is resurrected or any time around the endgame if that's okay. If that's too much or too little info then some cute birthday fluff would be awesome too. Please don't worry about getting it out before/on the 12th since you already have a lot of asks and I don't want to put any more stress on you guys. I don't mind waiting until an opportune time.
One day, your son informs you that your husband is angrily muttering at a roll of parchment in your tent. Of course, this news is slightly worrying, and you can attribute his eccentricity to the impending doom. Still, as his wife you have the duty to make sure he remains somewhat sane (although as of late you can feel your sanity slipping)
“What do I even—No, I have some contacts and I can—Crivens, this is frustrating.”
A/N: Due to my note being super long, I decided to put it at the end of the fic!~ (it’s mainly about me rambling on how this fic came about and me saying thank you to a few lovely people who took the time to help me out when I had trouble writing this. ♥︎ )
Happy reading and I truly hope y’all will enjoy this fanfic!
Rated: PG16 - M (Mainly because there’s gonna be lotsa smexy time in this particular fic series! But the smuttiness will only start from Chapter 2 onwards though.)
Ayako leaned against the doorway lazily, eyes gazing at the view outside while she took another long puff of her cigarette which sat elegantly on the long and slender cigarette holder. It would soon be dark. The peaceful scenery now, with less than five people walking around would soon change drastically once night fell.
Just like how it always did.
Most who came here would gawk when it turned to dusk due to how beautiful the town would transform into but for Ayako, it wasn’t anything new. It was honestly starting to bore her. The routine, lights, accessories, people, everything.
There was a time where all of this was once beautiful and unique to her though. She could still remember the way she would gasp and stare in awe when she was little, even praying she could stay in this magical place. However, just like chocolate and sweets, the more dose you have of it, the sicker you’d feel.
Sighing softly, she continued staring out the doorway when she heard two ladies gossiping away as they made their way downstairs.
“Did you hear? It could just be a rumor but it seems like there might be a super important and not to mention, super richgroup of people coming to visit!”
"Seriously?! Ooh I wish they would visit our shop then! They sound dreamy but I hope they look decent though.”
If there was one thing the courtesan disliked, it was unrefined manners. It really wouldn’t bother her if such conversation were held or overheard in the afternoon as clients would seldom show or stop by then but that wasn’t the case right now.
People were coming soon, which meant anybody nearby could definitely hear their loud chatter.
“And also— OH!” The girl in beige exclaimed before tugging her friend’s sleeve.
“What is it— a-ah..! G-good evening Ayako San!”
“Evening, Ayako San.” The both of them immediately greeted and bowed. “We didn’t see you there. D-did you..”
“Good evening to you too and if you’re about to ask me whether I heard the both of you then, well, yes.” She frowned slightly, causing the two ladies to panic.
“Oh no.. I-I truly hope we didn’t disturb you with our mindless chat! But if we did, we’re terribly sorry.”
“Please, you needn’t say sorry as it didn’t bother me in the slightest but.. May I be frank with you?”
"O-of course!” They replied in unison.
“I really couldn’t be bothered with what you talk about or how loud you get but do try to refrain from speaking near the entrance. I don’t think it would do us any good if anyone were to hear the things you said.” She stated bluntly, hoping they would understand where she was coming from.
In her eyes, it wouldn’t paint a very pretty image for their shop if someone(Be it a client or another courtesan) were to overhear a lady of the night speaking of things such as how rich or famous the said group was and the likes.
“Gosh, we didn’t really think of that when we were talking..” They said, hanging their heads low in shame and embarrassment. “We’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again. Sorry, Ayako San!” With a quick bow, they scurried away.
“My oh my! Sometimes I feel like you’re the one managing this place and not me.” A cheery voice ranged out from behind, causing the girl to turn around.
“Amy.” She nodded, smiling softly. “Well, just looking out for the shop.”
“Thank you, darlin’. I appreciate it but I can’t help but wonder whether that rumor is true though, especially since it’s pretty much the talk of the district now.” The other said.
“It really doesn’t matter to me, who comes and who goes. In the end, they’re almost all the same.” Disinterested, she was about to bring the cigarette to her lips when Amy said something that stopped her in her tracks.
“But what if they had the money to buy you out from here? And they were someone you actually took a liking to?”
That was something she didn’t think much about, mainly because it didn’t seem like there would be anyone whom she might take an interest to, much less someone she liked who’d also have enough cash to get her out. Maybe a few years back she wouldn’t have minded daydreaming and wondering when her knight in shining armor would come, even gossip and talk about it with the others but now, she didn’t see a reason to.
It was honestly a waste of time and besides, it wasn’t like love really existed anyway.
"I’ll think about it when it happens— No. Rather, if it happens.” Shooting Amy a small smile, Ayako walked away.
Eisuke stretched his body as he climbed out of the boat, a frown apparent on his face. He honestly didn’t want to follow Baba and the rest on this trip, especially since he had other things to do but the lingering thought that there might be a chance that his long lost sister may be on this island made him change his mind.
"Ah~ isn’t this quite exciting?” Baba said, a grin on his face.
“I don’t understand why I had to come along.” Soryu grumbled, obviously still in a bad mood.
“This is such a pain in the ass..” Mamoru sighed, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.
“Lighten up, guys! It’s not like we always have the opportunity to go on trips together.” Ota smiled cheerfully.
“Where is the person we were supposed to meet? I absolutely hate waiting.” Eisuke cut in, his voice laced with annoyance. If there was one thing he despised, it was waiting for people since he truly didn’t want to waste his time on things that weren’t going to benefit him in any way.
“Oh, hey. I think I see him.” Baba pointed at a slightly short and heavy man in a brown suit who was coming their way.
“I-I am terribly sorry for being late!” He said upon arriving, an embarrassed expression on his face. “An issue suddenly came up and I had no choice but to attend to it. Please forgive my incompetence.” He bowed again.
“It’s fine, Mr. Goshi.” Baba smiled. “This is Eisuke, Ota, Soryu and Mamoru, by the way. The group of people I told you I was going to bring along.”
Nodding furiously, Mr. Goshi extended his arm and shook hands with each of them. “It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintances and I hope all of you will have a good time here in Yoshiwara. We have tons of rare items which might be of interest to you.”
“When are we able to view those items?” Eisuke asked, tired of the mindless chit chat.
“Y-yes! Well, I would take you guys today but looking at the time.. I think it would be better to check it out tomorrow morning. Is that okay with you?”
“Fine, fine. Just make sure to be on time tomorrow then.” Eisuke sighed, unable to contain his displeasure. “But exactly what are we going to do now?”
At that question, an excited smile came across the man’s face. “I know just the place to bring you guys.” And with that, he lead them away from the deck, heading further into town.
Dawn slowly turned to dusk but for some reason, the place was getting livelier by each passing minute. Eisuke watched the once peaceful and quiet town turn into something that he never expected. Bright, colorful lights were turned on one by one and music could be heard playing.
The gang continued strolling along the streets for about ten minutes more before finally reaching their destination.
“This is it, gentlemen.” Mr. Goshi pointed towards a store which was seemingly bustling with customers. “That’s Kikuya, the best one among them all.”
“..The best one?” Soryu said, a puzzled expression on his face.
“Could this be the famous place where all men dreams come true?” Baba exclaimed, his eyes widening slightly.
Ota nodded eagerly, as if remembering something. “Yeah, yeah! I think this is it. This is the one right, Mr. Goshi?”
“Indeed it is.” Goshi grinned, practically pushing the lot into the store. “Consider this a welcome gift from me and Kazuo. I promise all of you will have an extremely pleasant time.”
“Thank you, Mr. Goshi. I am sure we’ll have a good time.” Eisuke said, a fake smile plastered on his face. Even though he wanted nothing more than to head back to the inn, he knew better than to reject those whom may actually be potential business partners for him in the near future.
“Sorry but I’ll pass.” Soryu said, a slightly annoyed expression on his face. “i am not fond of these kind of places..”
“I can’t believe I am sayin’ this but.. I agree with Soryu here. I ain’t got time for this.” Mamoru huffed. “You guys have fun, we’ll just go back to the inn.”
“What a pity..” Goshi said sadly. “If that’s the case, I shall bring you two back so please wait for me outside.”
With a nod, the two of them left; leaving only Eisuke, Baba and Ota.
“Now, before I leave, I’d like you to meet the lady in charge here. Amy? Hey, Amy!” He shouted and a gorgeous woman with caramel colored hair came running towards them.
“I am here, I am here. No need to shout.” She said, rolling her eyes at the man.
“I need to go but see to their needs. They were the guests I told you about.” Giving her a stern look, he then bid them farewell and hurried out.
“Ah, I see.. No wonder Mr. Annoying was being all fidgety.” Amy huffed, a cheeky smile on her face. “Anywho, my name’s Amy and I’m the manager of Kikuya. Mr Goshi had specifically told me that each of you would be having a banquet and that you’d also be staying the night.” She smiled warmly. “We have already prepared everything so all you got to do now is choose the courtesan you’d like to spend the night with but as I can see, we already kinda got that covered hmm?” Chuckling, the lady pointed at Baba and Ota who already had a girl with them.
“I choose her!” Ota grinned, petting a courtesan who was clinging onto him.
“And I choose this fair and flawless beauty.” Baba kissed the hand of a lady wearing blue.
“Perfect! They’re yours for the night.”
“See you later, boss!”
“See you!” With that, the two of them were ushered further into the place, possibly to their rooms or such.
Eisuke shook his head at the sight of them, he honestly didn’t know how they could be so carefree sometimes, living life as it went by.
“Now,” He then felt a hand on his shoulder, breaking him out of his thoughts. “What about you? Who are you going to choose?”
“Well..” Eisuke looked around but nobody really stood out for him. They were all indeed beautiful and definitely more classier than the girls and groupies that surrounded him on a daily basis but for some reason, he simply had no interest in any of them.
Just as he was about to tell Amy to forget it and that he was going to head back instead, a series of faint footsteps made him reconsider. A girl wearing a red kimono was coming down the stairs in a graceful manner; she had skin like porcelain, lips red as blood and jet black hair.
Eisuke’s eyes narrowed as he watched her descend the stairs and maybe it was because she could feel someone looking at her, she looked up, only to catch him staring. Her charcoaled colored eyes resembled cold, winter nights and starless skies.
Whereas the inner depth of them, he caught a glimpse of pride and allure.
He couldn’t deny the fact that she caught his attention and that he was somehow intrigued by her. There was just something interesting about her that he couldn’t put his finger on.
So, with a mischievous smirk playing on his lips, he turned to look at Amy and pointed at the mysterious courtesan. “I want her.”
Author’s Note: Adding a readmore since it’s quite lenghty!
Do you have an idea why Hannibal grimaces when he drinks the champagne on the plane? I know Mads does not like champagne, but he is a consumate actor so I doubt that is it. Is he thinking about the events that just happened, and if so, why in particular causes his grimace?
I’m sure at least part of it was for the sake of realism, given that Jack had just pummeled the crap out of his face, and eating and drinking might well be painful for a while. (There is a kind of poetic justice in Jack making it so Hannibal can’t enjoy his food, even temporarily.)
But also, yes, it does emphasize Hannibal’s inner pain and the weight of grief he now bears. I couldn’t possibly pinpoint what exactly crossed his mind at that moment, but overall the biggest grief for Hannibal is the fact that he let Will in: he risked and lost everything for intimacy with this man who ultimately–as Hannibal sees it–rejected him. It’s the risk we all take when we enter into intimate relationships: we expose ourselves and make ourselves vulnerable in the hopes that the other person will not just appreciate us and love us back, but also give of themselves as freely and generously.
Hannibal invited Will into his life and gave him literally everything Hannibal had to give: all his material life (possessions, professsion, etc); his relationships with everyone else (he didn’t want anything in Will’s life except for him, but he actually reciprocated that by giving up every one of his own relationships for Will, including his affair with Alana–“Achilles wished all Greeks would die so that he and Patroclus could conquer Troy alone”); his reputation and anonymity; the formative moments of his life (Mischa and the ortolan bunting ceremony); his complete attention, adoration and devotion; and he was even going to make right what he had done to Will previously by returning Abigail to him.
A rare gift, indeed.
It’s especially rare, even unique, because Hannibal has never made this kind of commitment and exposed himself in this way before. Even if the story holds true to his relationships with Mischa and Murasaki in its new imagining of his origins, he was a child when he entered into those relationships and didn’t choose to expose himself so much as he couldn’t prevent them from both seeing into him and mattering to him. He has never given himself to any other person in any way remotely like this, and he did it here with complete and absolute abandon.
And Will…didn’t. He held back. He played Hannibal. He may have fallen the rest of the way in love with Hannibal while he was doing it, but he still played the fuck out of him.
It’s beyond appropriate that what would reveal Will’s duplicity to Hannibal was the scent of Freddie Lounds, because there was probably no single moment in their friendship that was more meaningful to Hannibal than when Will brought her meat for the two of them to dine on: there’s no gesture greater or more romantic than giving someone a gift he so singularly will appreciate, that spoke so clearly of Will knowing who Hannibal was and not just willingly sharing in that with him, but reveling in it with him–surprising him with it, freely giving, openly loving.
And it was a lie. Hannibal gave of himself, completely and utterly, but Will did not.
I got inspired while out at dinner earlier, with all the decorations around the restaurant. Also known as, “The Continuing Adventures of Killian Jones v. Holidays on Earth”.
“Don’t tell me,” Killian started, “This is another one of your bloody holidays.”
The diner was festooned with red, pink, and white hearts and streamers and glitter–thank you, Ruby, for that–and it would be almost nauseating if it weren’t for the tenderness he also felt flowing in the air. Couples seemed closer than usual, sweeter on one another–and that was saying something, in the town where ‘happily ever after’ was taken to extremes.
Henry glanced up from his mathematics. “Yeah, something like that. It’s called Valentine’s Day. You give gifts to people you like, go on dates and stuff. Mushy love stuff.”
Killian grinned. He recalled a time–so very, very long ago–when he was Henry’s age and he largely felt the same about the fairer sex and anything to do with them. Henry, though he was the son of a product of true love, seemed not to be entirely immune to the same sort of feelings about romance. “Indeed. So you won’t be presenting gifts to that charming girl I saw you talking to the other day?”
Henry’s ears turned bright red. “She’s not my girlfriend,” he muttered to his notebook, and then cleared his throat and said louder, “But you’re taking my mom out tonight, right?”