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tulipe-rose · 2 hours
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Weird theory theory came to mind, weird theory is written and posted. Author somewhat regrets it.
So... What if Katai gets put into the Port Mafia exchange? Hear me out on this--
The agreement never explicitly stated that it had to be a current member. Rampo being Rampo, would be easily capable of exploiting this loophole to have Katai recruited into the Mafia for some genius reason I probably may never have the brain power to conjure up. (Maybe it has to do with the fact that Dazai is still out of commission going after Fyodor. Idk man /⁠ᐠ。⁠ꞈ⁠。⁠ᐟ⁠\)
This exchange could be the start to a character arc for Katai, focusing on the moral turmoil he'll be facing there, given the despises the Port Mafia, and their methods with a burning passion. He's so resentful towards them, and I can only guess that Kunikida's ideals rubbed off on him in this aspect. Working amongst them must be his worst nightmare.
The sheer guilt of aiding such an organization would probably weigh heavily on Katai's conscience, feeling as though he betrayed everything he believed in the moment he, albeit reluctantly, agreed to take up the exchange. He knew the risks, but he knew why he was chosen, and why his participation was crucial. The Agency needed him now more than ever, and this is the safest course of action they could take, so he'll go in with a heavy heart. I can see his persona at work to be portrayed as "That one ghostly presence in the office no one wants to interact with outside of necessity."
I'm not sure whether or not he'd continue on his habit of being a shut in at his work place, solely for the fact that he'd probably feel uncomfortable staying there, but I can only guess. This exchange would be an excellent opportunity to finally give us more information on Kunikida's past, and his. What turned him into such a pessimist towards life? How did Kunikida find him? Was Kunikida always an idealist? What opened his eyes to it? I saw a couple of people saying that Kunikida was probably a delinquent, and honestly, I'm loving that.
Katai would eventually have to interact with his love at first sight, Gin; it might not be that big of an 'opportunity', and more of an 'obligation' in his eyes now that he knows the truth behind her identity. They'd start off with barely any words exchanged, the atmosphere a mix of awkward tension, and wish to get things done as quickly as possible. They'd be strictly professional, mostly due to the unsocial tendencies they harbour, and their interactions getting more, and more limited due to the fact that Katai's expertise, and rank, were more specialized due to his ability, and situation with the Mafia.
Gin might be a little too curt, but to her credit, her first impression on him was by far one of the most confusing moments of her life. They do somehow end up in a situation where they stay in close enough vicinity long enough to converse; this allowing them to share their perspectives (Gin wouldn't really say much, probably nothing beyond the fact that she joined to be with her brother.) Katai's views of the Mafia continue to stay dark, and he still believes that their actions are inexcusable, and his cooperation is solely for the benefit of the ADA, but his feelings towards Gin aren't conventionally that begrudged; she's now his coworker, and isn't necessarily doing him any harm.
Having the arc occur at the Mafia could be a very nice break from the heavy arc that preceded, but that opinion might be exclusive to me. (I'm also dying to know what happened to Tachihara and Jōnō; the lack of follow up is killing me.)
Now, let's switch over to the Agency's opinion on this.
Kunikida. God--
This entire exchange situation was a mess, and Kunikida was probably the most affected by it; if not more than Katai himself. He'd need to take a day off, absolute confusion clouding his senses, keeping him in the confines of his room to process the information he had to handle. The internal struggle, and sorrow of losing his closest friend, and comrade, to the Mafia of all people. His break wouldn't last long, but upon his return, everyone could tell that by the looks of it; this man did not have a moment of rest. The president gives Kunikida his time, but once he notices that this light end up in him spiraling into a loop; he decides to approach him. He'll give him a motivational speech, letting him in on the details, and the reason why it had to be Katai. (Katai could maybe send him a small secret message only they understand (secret childhood friend code), assuring him they'll get through it.)
If you're wondering why Mōri didn't object is, because Katai's ability is extremely useful, and works well in their line of work.
I'll just have you know that the only back up I have for this what if is that I thought it would be so hilarious, and unexpected.
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tulipe-rose · 2 days
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Who got promoted to replace Ace after his death? I know his death was the start of Fyodor's menace streak, and the Port Mafia probably didn't care to fill the seat since they had much bigger issues to attend to, however now that the arc's terrorist conflict is wrapped up, Mōri now has time to attend to his inside duties as boss.
I personally believe that if Mōri had to choose, it'd be one of the black lizard, they're quite competent (other than being beaten up by Kenji), but it still somehow doesn't feel right.
I can just imagine the Ada transferee being the one assigned to the role out of nowhere, and no one has the right to object, because, 'don't question boss' orders, and don't try to understand them, just do what you're told.'
IMAGINE EXECUTIVE KENJI 😭😭
JUN'NICHIRŌ WOULD BE SO AWKWARD, BUT FEARED
OR OMFG ATSUSHI
KUNIKIDA WOULD OVERTHROW MŌRI, AND TURN THE MAFIA INTO HIS IDEAL ORGANIZATION AJDBHDBDHDB
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tulipe-rose · 7 days
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Okay, so I reviewed Dazai a little more, got opinions from a couple of people, and I came to the conclusion that Dazai wouldn't cry at the death of Chūya. Hell, he didn't even cry for Oda. He'd most probably repress it, and try to make a light hearted joke with a heavy heart. Maybe even something along the lines of "It seems you died before I did... How unfair of you, Chibi." He could let go of his suicidal tendancies that were infinitely disliked by Chūya, visiting his grave with wine he never enjoyed, or other trinkets that might've irritated Chūya during his lifetime; Dazai half-jokingly made it a goal to anger the ginger's spirit into haunting him. He'd recount stories, share updates on his life, and rarely, if ever, get somewhat sentimental. That never lasts longer than a moment though.
Edit: I edited it to match this, you can reread it now
Imagine how ironic, if not hilarious, it would be if yet another ginger took his last breathes while laying between Dazai's arms. I take it to be an interesting scenario multiple accounts attempted writing, and succeeding magnificently at that. I really enjoy reading the bitter tragedy interpreted by dozens of unique perspectives, such that I though I might as well add in my own. (Someone else probably thought of this first, so please don't call me a thief. If you do find a similar opinion, I'd appreciate it if you could politely link the post for me to read.)
Chūya never truly resorts to using the Arahabaki demon unless backed into a corner, having complete faith in his partner's capability of halting him when the job was taken care of.
Chūya Nakahara. Great Port Mafia executive, and wielder of his infamous gravitational ability; one of the most fearsome abilities out there. Enough to spark terror in the hearts of those whom once dared to oppose him, and survived to witness the light of day by some miracle. Said ability however, doesn't stand alone. The demon Arahabaki, a power that bears great weight on the ginger head's shoulders, occupies the young man's body around the clock. When activated, all sense is lost,and blind rage is left to lead.
Such a devastatingly extraordinary sight, quite fit for the demonic entity.
Finding beauty, or positive significance in such a hazardous display was something unique to the demon prodigy alone.
This time was supposedly no different. There occurred a fierce battle on a certain tranquil night, one that'd go down in history. There wasn't much of an option, it was a do or die situation, the stakes being the lives of his comrades. Chūya never hesitated when it came to protecting those whom treated him well, and had a significance in his heart. He'd never abandon them, even if they were to throw him under the bus. He was far too loyal.
Anyhow, Chūya slowly starts reciting the verse he seemed all too familiar with, before slowly descending into a feral state. The battle commences, and it's an utter disaster.
The enemy won't budge, and the corrupted Mafioso would be sent into more of an unintelligible state of madness, desiring destruction.
An issue arises, and that would be the absence of a particular lanky-beanpole, waste if bandages. By now, Dazai would be stepping in to break Chūya free of his corrupted chains, yet he's nowhere to be seen. Hell breaks loose, and the Arahabaki demon inflicts it's final blow.
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Chūya Nakahara's body would crash to the ground before collapsing. His consciousness returned to him with great strain, and he was aware his last moments were his current. A faint sequence of haggard breathing could be heard. Though not having enough strength to take a glance at them, he knew whom these breathes belonged to. He knew that sound like the back of his hand; they didn't know each other for so long for nothing.
The messy man races over to cradle his partner's body, sensing the consciousness withering away. "Don't worry Chibi... You'll be fine... I'll figure something out-" Dazai repeated to himself more than anything, barely keeping it together, whispering in a delusioned tone laced with great desperation. Regret was evident, and an expression that had been hidden away for far two long adorned his face; helpless regret.
A soft croak escaped his partner, it's goal to grab the bandaged man's attention. The tone of voice was extremely faint and airy, yet Dazai held onto every word. "'Suppose it's my... time... I probably don't have much... T..ti-me. I'm... Honestly sur..prised I got to wake up again... now listen up, cause... I'm... saying this only once.... Don't you dare die, you damned Mackerel... Stay alive.... for at least another decc-ade.... or two. Or just don't die if you could help it... It's been a wi-ild time.... I'll fin-ally.... Have my peace...." Dazai looked on in muted horror, strong denial and sorrow. The moment he never assumd to come, the one that he had happily dreamt of; it's here, and Dazai couldn't help but feel overbore with a rage of emotios. He held Chūya tighter, never daring to interrupt. "Tell... AneE-san... And the rest... Th-aAt... It'l-ll be okay..." Nononononononono "and... Give a-- huUgg... to the little- farmer aAnd my boy... for me..."
'Don't.... I never actually wanted-'
''Til... Later... Osamu Dazai.... Partner."
Silence, and a body finally gone limp; embracing a long overdue rest.
A single tear drop fell without warning, and a low, messy, sob could be heard from his subtly shaking figure, clutching onto the small statured corpse gracefully lumped in his hold.
〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜
(I kind of hate how it turned out 。⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠。. Whatever--, moving on with life.
A little insane theory of mine would be that Dazai took Chūya's words literally, and decided to seek Fyodor's help to gain immortality (if he isn't the enemy himself, then Dazai would murder Fedya then gain immortality from him). He goes around deliverying Chūya's words after the funeral to everyone he assumed to be part of the 'rest'. He approached Kenji, and enveloped him in a short hug, doing the same with Akutagawa, but the latter being tons more surprised and perplexed.
Dazai watches everyone grow and die, and spends either the rest of eternity as the author of the book, creating multiple realities, one being a universe where he himself never existed. As expected, that universe was pure chaos, and Chūya died early on. It was just a little experiment Dazai wanted to try. It was to reassure himself, but he'd never admit it.
I personally view this as platonic soulmates/Friendship where bonds go deeper than blood/complicated siblings????(Not really), please don't judge me \⁠(゚⁠ー゚⁠\⁠))
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tulipe-rose · 12 days
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A small reminder→ Higuchi has an ability, Asagiri just had no idea what to name it. (I'm ready to go to war on the belief that it is gun related. You NEVER see her without her gun, and she once jumped into a shower of literal damn BULLETS. She's either dancing on the thin line of idiocy of bravery, or she has an ability. Or both)
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tulipe-rose · 12 days
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Hot take: The probability of double black lasting in a healthy, long term romantic relationship is slim to none.
Why? Well, it's definitely not because they don't know each other well enough, or don't care enough or any of that; it's because they're both too traumatized to properly, or accurately for that matter, communicate sometimes. They lie to themselves more often than not, occasionally projecting onto each other, since they're both mirrors of the other. They're alike in ways they dred to recognize.
They care for each other in their own ways, but certain grudges that are held would be an obstacle to a healthy relationship.
They are comfortable with, and trust each other blindly, but that does not equate to straight out love.
In all seriousness though, what idiot would believe Chūya would genuinely try to murder Dazai, maybe maim him greatly, but murder him? Not a chance. He won't allow himself to accept that however, fully believing he'd murder Dazai at the nearest opportunity. And Dazai is fully aware of that, which gives him a sense of safety (to a degree) around Chūya.
Frankly, trying to define these two by a certain word would be infinitely hard, but they're old partners, if not friends, so that's a start.
My verdict is that they have a tense air surrounding them, their current relationship being a half full cup of what it was, but it was never necessarily romantic.
They aren't conventional friends, but they are what they are: good ol' complicated soulmates, be it platonic or whatever.
In another life, with different circumstances, they could've been frenemies, if not the closest of friends.
Please don't hate on me if our opinions don't align. It's a free space, and speaking my mind is part of that liberty. Mischaracterization is probably present, so if there's anything inaccurate to the canon (not your headcanons), constructive criticism would be appreciated.
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tulipe-rose · 14 days
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It's just so disturbing how a great majority of my classmates started to forget about Palestine. I've seen people purchase Cokes on multiple occasions without a second thought, and wherever I go, McDonald's is always, without exception, crowded.
And I'm living in the middle east.
EGYPT. I'M IN FREAKING EGYPT, AND WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT. IT DOESN'T MAKE A DIFFERENCE.
I'm shattered by the fact that I got to enjoy Eid, while my neighbors in Palestine starved.
The way I was so happy, momentarily forgetting the way they'd struggle just for a single loaf of bread.
How my country, the people I'm associated with, are putting up insane prices for nothing more than an individual to illegally pass the Rafah crossing. Leaving them to their own devices, no visa, no job, no home, and after making it past the crossing, no money. How they exploit weakness, and helplessness is something I truly scorn.
Never.
I repeat.
NEVER, do such a thing as interact with me if you believe any of this genocide, harm, ethnic cleansing, exploitation, propaganda, is justifiable.
I won't hesitate to give you a good enlightenment session; I won't mind turning it into a show for all to see if you dare so much as to give me your false, filthy accusations against the Palestinians.
No excuses will be taken into account.
Not after what I've been witnessing, and overhearing for the entirety of my childhood years before the 7th of October. My mother always read the news outloud to my sister with a brokenhearted expression, I always listened in, and cried a little (lot).
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tulipe-rose · 21 days
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Y'all remember this?
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...
I WON. I ACTUALLY DID DJBDHDVDH.
I wasn't able to make it in time for best novelist, so I participated in the poetry one instead. There weren't any ranks, but only 30 (15 boys, 15 girls) out of 200+ (from the middle & high school stage, boys and girls sections combined.) won.
I'M SO HAPPYYYYY 🥹 THANK GOD 🥳🥳
The prize was a novel, and a pen, which were both slightly underwhelming, but I couldn't be more grateful (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)
My school is hosting an English competition, divided into three categories. The first category would be 'best novelist'. The second category would be 'best poet', and lastly 'best presenter'.
You may be capable of conferring where I'm going with this 🤭🤭
I'm dying to participate.
I always participated in public speaking competitions, so I'd love to try out for 'best novelist'.
The maximum page count is approximately 15 pages, hence why I'm a bit nervous, but I'll do my best!
Pray for me! I'll need it!
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tulipe-rose · 22 days
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Imagine how ironic, if not hilarious, it would be if yet another ginger took his last breathes while laying between Dazai's arms. I take it to be an interesting scenario multiple accounts attempted writing, and succeeding magnificently at that. I really enjoy reading the bitter tragedy interpreted by dozens of unique perspectives, such that I though I might as well add in my own. (Someone else probably thought of this first, so please don't call me a thief. If you do find a similar opinion, I'd appreciate it if you could politely link the post for me to read.)
Chūya Nakahara. Great Port Mafia executive, and wielder of his infamous gravitational ability; one of the most fearsome abilities out there. Enough to spark terror in the hearts of those whom once dared to oppose him, and survived to witness the light of day by some miracle. Said ability however, doesn't stand alone. The demon Arahabaki, a power that bears great weight on the ginger head's shoulders, occupies the young man's body around the clock. When activated, all sense is lost,and blind rage is left to lead.
Such a devastatingly extraordinary sight, quite fit for the demonic entity.
Finding beauty, or positive significance in such a hazardous display was something unique to the demon prodigy alone.
Chūya never truly resorts to using the Arahabaki demon unless backed into a corner, having complete faith in his partner's capability of halting him when the job was taken care of.
This time was supposedly no different. There occurred a fierce battle on a certain tranquil night, one that'd go down in history. There wasn't much of an option, it was a do or die situation, the stakes being the lives of his comrades. Chūya never hesitated when it came to protecting those whom treated him well, and had a significance in his heart. He'd never abandon them, even if they were to throw him under the bus. He was far too loyal.
Anyhow, Chūya slowly starts reciting the verse he seemed all too familiar with, before slowly descending into a feral state. The battle commences, and it's an utter disaster.
The enemy won't budge, and the corrupted Mafioso would be sent into more of an unintelligible state of madness, desiring destruction.
An issue arises, and that would be the absence of a particular lanky-beanpole, waste if bandages. By now, Dazai would be stepping in to break Chūya free of his corrupted chains, yet he's nowhere to be seen. Hell breaks loose, and the Arahabaki demon inflicts it's final blow.
...
Chūya Nakahara's body would crash to the ground before collapsing. His consciousness returned to him with great strain, and he was aware his last moments were his current. A faint sequence of haggard breathing could be heard. Though not having enough strength to take a glance at them, he knew whom these breathes belonged to. He knew that sound like the back of his hand; they didn't know each other for so long for nothing.
A soft croak escaped his partner, it's goal to grab the bandaged man's attention. The tone of voice was extremely faint and airy, yet Dazai paid undivided attention to every word. "'Agh... Hurts like hell..."
The messy man races over to cradle his partner's body, sensing the consciousness withering away. "Oh Chūya... You..." Dazai repeated to himself more than anything, his face rested into a frown, whispering in a low tone laced with subtle desperation. Regret was evident, and an expression that had been hidden away for far too long adorned his face next; sadness.
Dazai readjusts Chūya's position in his arms, "Now, now, Take it easy." Chūya looks on in mock irritation, before coughing up a handful of blood, causing him to recoil in exhaustion. "Damn it... This is probably it for me... Though I had no idea waking up was an possible... I'm... saying this only once... .. Don't you dare die, you damned Mackerel... That weretiger needs you..." Dazai looked on in muted horror, anxiety, strong denial and sorrow. The moment he never assumd to come, the one that he had happily dreamt of; it's here, and Dazai couldn't help but feel helpless. He held Chūya tighter, never daring to interrupt. "Ane-san..." His speech was sluggish, and his breathing patterns were inconsistent. Most of his words came out incoherent, and much was left unsaid, but Dazai knew what was to be done.
''AUGHHGU..." Pools of blood spewed out, staining his clothes further, his consciousness blacking in and out. "Ugh... I wasn't expecting it to be peaceful anyway... You- know... What to do... So I'll leave it to you..."
Abrupt silence hit, and the ginger's body went limp; embracing a long overdue rest.
The brunette gave his partner a melancholic look, clutching onto the small statured corpse gracefully lumped in his hold.
〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜
(I kind of hate how it turned out 。⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠。. Whatever--, moving on with life.
I personally view this as platonic soulmates/Friendship where bonds go deeper than blood/complicated siblings????(Not really), please don't judge me \⁠(゚⁠ー゚⁠\⁠))
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tulipe-rose · 1 month
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Nakahara Chūya, and Miyazawa Kenji... Quite the unique bunch, aren't they?
The allegedly 'inhumane', gravity manipulating beast, and the temperamental, often starved sunshine child.
They're explored separately throughout the Manga, and are given their moments to express their characters through words and actions. At first sight, they'd be rendered polar opposites. However that may be true to an unknowing outsider, their current knowledge would never allow them to understand, to comprehend what lies within.
One loyal dog, another morally grey sweetheart.
They do meet once during the main plot; multiple times during the spin offs and once during the anthologies. They're portrayed to be an admiring boy with his idol. It's truly an adorable sight to behold.
The feared Mafia executive, and the loved, yet feared agency part timer.
It's a pity that they'll most probably never get the right opportunity to connect with one another. Their past experiences and sorrows are the key factors that would assist them to truly understand each other's emotions, as they both know what it's like to grieve over loved ones. They both know all too well what it's like to be the strongest; to be the pillar of support that everyone depends on in certain situations; their trump card. They both harbor abilities that are mighty, double edged swords, unstoppable when provoked, even harmful to oneself when pushed to their wits end. The weight of responsibility could weigh on them akin to dead weight, but they persevere through it, and they manage to make it through victorious. It's truly fascinating however, that the difference in environment could impact the path taken, and ideals followed by each. The way by which they choose to handle predicaments they're to be put in reflects the duality of humans that are infinitely similar and different concurrently.
Bottling up their issues and emotions isn't foreign to either. One due to his upbringing, and the other solely because of the fact that he has no time to deal with them. Life is moving, and the mafioso cannot afford to be held up by pitiful emotions. He is capable of destressing using quality wine in the safe confines of a bar table. The young blonde on the other hand is a stranger to pitiful anger, sadness and irritation. He has been brought up to never feel the need to be anything but happy. Yes, it might have effectively impacted him, making his perspective and views brighter, much more optimistic and inviting than most. However, a certain perspective would claim that variety in emotions is what makes us human; I'd leave it up to debate, yet I personally believe that with enough care and attention, the young Miyazawa could open up, even if a little to peak of anything that bothers him. That'd be the peak of character development. Another colossal issue that is faced by this superhuman fourteen year old happens to be how he chooses to handle his hunger. He could be half starved to death, yet not a single complaint would leave his lips. He's far too accustomed to it. He doesn't acknowledge it anymore, and that is not healthy.
A lost soul, and another wandering one.
I dare say Nakahara sees a fragment of his youth in the blonde countryboy. Nakahara would go to unimaginable lengths just to keep the boy's smile genuine; to keep it cheerful and glad to be in existence as ever. He'd try to reserve the boy's happiness, because he was too familiar with it being stripped away.
They might just be the shoulder that both of them needs to lean on, cry on in case the infamous ginger winds up lost to the alcohol.
If only the mangaka gave it a serious chance.
(TDLR; I firmly believe in and support the Chuenji sibling dynamic.
Petition to allow the Miyazawa family to adopt Chūya, aye in the comments if you agree.
Hope you liked this pointless piece of meta that literally no one asked for. I'm pretty sure most of my points have been repeated over and over by other people, but never hurts really.)
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tulipe-rose · 2 months
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I remember...
I remember it oh so vividly
How children would chase each other oh so jubilantly
How they would run around, their laughter my melody
Looking back at me, bright smiles painting their faces beautifully
I remember how we celebrated and partied
Eating anything we fancied
Singing and chanting under one roof
Our happy memories being the only proof
I remember how and what we dreamt
How we would daily play pretend
Pushing our imaginations to great extents
Me and my dearest friend
I remember how we worked diligently til we slept
Tirelessly, no matter the amount of sweat
Morality in work was great priority
For we regarded each other's rights greatly
Happiness is what was, misery is what is
I find my grandchildren's remains admist the debris
Laughter was our past, tears are our present
The genocider erased everything pleasant
Pray for the victory of every living Palestinian
And vengeance for the ones that had to go
The occupants must know
"With God's will, you'll receive the inescapable punishment"
By: Yours truly, Saff-Ron
This is written through the point of view of an elderly Palestinian that lived the before and after of the Israeli occupation.
Reblogs are appreciated, awareness must be spread
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tulipe-rose · 3 months
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My school is hosting an English competition, divided into three categories. The first category would be 'best novelist'. The second category would be 'best poet', and lastly 'best presenter'.
You may be capable of conferring where I'm going with this 🤭🤭
I'm dying to participate.
I always participated in public speaking competitions, so I'd love to try out for 'best novelist'.
The maximum page count is approximately 15 pages, hence why I'm a bit nervous, but I'll do my best!
Pray for me! I'll need it!
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tulipe-rose · 3 months
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Is the Tumblr algorithm harassing me? Why do I keep finding rentan art on my dash. Leave me alone 。⁠:゚⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)゚⁠:⁠。
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tulipe-rose · 3 months
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Imagine not having the notes app.
Couldn't be me ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭
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tulipe-rose · 3 months
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Komi can't communicate, but it's Kimetsu Academy. (Hashira generation)
I'd call it: Tomioka can't communicate.
Komi: Tomioka Giyū
Tadano: Kanrōji Mitsuri/Kochō Kanae
Najimi: Uzui Tengen (I'm unsure of who else to put here)
Let the chaos ensue (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)
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tulipe-rose · 3 months
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Hello! I hope this isn’t a bad time, but could I request a short fic of Yuna and Milo? Like they’re just having some mom and daughter time :3 oooo, maybe they went to get food for Milo’s birthday since it is coming up?
If you decide to do this (please don’t if you don’t want to) you can do any au you’d like
ILY(/p) SAFFRON, BYEE! ♥️
Of course (⁠。⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ Sorry for the late reply btw. I was out all day.
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Milo, my little angel.
Modern au, no ships. Biological!GiYuLo au.
Fluff.
P.s Happy birthday Milo!!
Today's the most important day of the year. Well, at least to Yuna it is.
Milo will be turning fifteen today! Yuna couldn't believe how quickly the years passed. Just yesterday Milo was a little ball of energy, waddling around adorably, being their little bundle of happiness.
They already celebrated her birthday a week in advance, since Giyuu had to travel for an exchange program between schools. Milo was already content with the celebration, but Yuna wanted to give her a few more surprises.
Yuna had a plan, but she had to wait for Milo to leave before she could execute it. Milo planned to go out with her friend group today, and Yuna was going to take advantage of that.
''Mum! I'll be heading out now! I promised to meet up with the others at the station. See you later! Love you!''
''Love you too angel! Don't be late, it's a school night!''
Yuna knew she didn't need to remind her, Milo was responsible enough to meet curfew, but she couldn't help herself. She was unable to stop herself from being extra careful. She didn't want to take any chances. The surprise must be perfect!
Yuna heard the front door close with a soft thud, before getting to work. She opened her closet, revealing the hidden gifts. She had ordered some fake roses for Milo to decorate her room with, a new flowy knee-length violet dress and a white brooch she noticed Milo eyeing at the store.
A little thing about Yuna is that she loves to spoil her daughter, like her husband. She got into the habit of buying at least two gifts for Milo on her birthday, being influenced by Giyuu's gifting habits. This year she had to compromise though, given the circumstances. She gave Milo one present during the early party, and will be gifting the rest to her tonight.
The order did arrive late, but fortunately made it in time. Yuna was relieved when it arrived last night, calming her tense nerves.
She specifically disliked ordering online due to it's unexpected timings, but she had to rely on it this time, and she's fortunate enough for it not to let her down.
She spread the gifts out on her bed, admiring her taste in gifts. Soon, she started feeling like enough time was wasted, and gathered everything to place the gifts neatly inside a box with white and lavender wrapping.
With that part of her surprise done, she went onto the next part of the plan.
Now, Yuna doesn't know what's gotten into her, but she forgot to order the snacks. She planned to enjoy a movie with some snacks tonight, but she somehow overlooked the latter, and only just noticed. She did her best to be positive, feeling like getting herself down would only waste time. She threw on a quick outfit, leaving for the nearest store.
''I need to hurry up. I still have to prep the living room, putting out comfortable pillows and warm blankets. I checked with Milo, she said she'd have lunch with her friends, so that relieves me of making proper lunch. I can just heat up some leftovers, it's high time they're eaten before they go bad'' She got her thoughts organized on her way to the store, while pulling out her shopping list, looking through things she needed.
~Timeskip to when she's back home, almost done with her to do list~
''The sun's setting already? Milo should be home anytime soon, gotta put the last touches before turning the lights off.''
Yuna wraps up any leftover work, putting the dried dishes away, and taking the roses out, and placing them on the table. She fixes herself up a bit, going in for a quick shower, safely assuming Milo wouldn't turn up for another thirty minutes at the very least.
Little did she know, Milo decided to return home early. Her mother emphasized her curfew, so she decided to turn up early just in case. She tried to give her mother a call, but there was no response, so she decided to ask her about it when she got back. Milo always kept a spare key with her, since her father insisted.
The apartment was dark and the lights were off, so Milo thought that may be her mother turned in early, or went out to buy something. She walked further in to see the kitchen illuminated, going to investigate, she found a decently sized bouquet of roses sitting on the table. Milo didn't expect to see it, but she did love roses, so she picked up one of them, taking a whiff of it's fragrant aroma. She knew they were fake, but she couldn't help but admire their beauty.
''MILO!?''
''Mum! You're here!''
Yuna didn't foresee this, but she decided to just go along with her original plan, but a little improvised.
''Happy birthday, my little angel...''
She embraced her daughter, smiling joyfully, greatful for her daughter's happiness and health. Milo returned the embrace, feeling tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to spill.
''Thank you... I'm truly grateful to have you mum!''
Sorry it's kinda late and rushed, I was out all day, and organizing my thoughts was pretty hard. I hope there aren't too many errors.
''Me too Milo, me too!'' Yuna leads Milo to the living room, which was left without lights, since Milo decided that she didn't want to turn them on only to forget them.
What meets Milo's eyes is exactly what she needed after such a long and tiring, yet fun, day.
The sofa was littered with the softest pillows they owned, and her favorite blanket, suitable for the chilly weather. Milo went over to huddle up with her mother on there, smiling giddily at how fluffy everything was.
''What's on for tonight?''
''A movie chosen by the birthday girl, and a mountain of snacks.''
''Ooo! I actually saw this one movie about demons and a main character with a tragic backstory, who's mission is to take them down to save his sister!''
''That movie's a small continuation of the series. The series is till ongoing with three seasons. I don't mind marathoning it with you though! You up for it?''
''Mhm! Definitely!''
They start the first episode, with barely ten minutes in, but Milo's already balling her eyes out.
''T-tanjiro deserved better! He's such a nice character! Why d-did this have to happen to himmm.''
Yuna, also a little moved by the tragedy, but mainly by the effects and graphics, pats her daughter's back reassuringly.
They go through the first season by midnight, and Milo starts dozing off.
''Did you have fun sweetie?''
''Yes, mum. I...-'' a yawn involuntarily interrupts her speech, which leads her to change what she intended to say. ''-should probably turn in and call it a day. The characters were all amazing, but eerily familiar. It was great though.''
''That's a relief then...''
Yuna picks up her daughter, thanking her workout while carrying her to bed, tucking her in and making sure she's comfortable. She reaches out to caress her daughter's cheek, eyes overflowing with warmth.
''No matter how old you grow up to be, you'll always be my dear daughter.''
She places a soft kiss to her forehead, brushing her soft hair off of her face, with great care and gentleness.
''Sleep tight, Milo. My little angel.''
I really hope you like it Kim. I didn't proof read this, because I wanted it to be out as soon as I finished it. Sorry if it's a bit ooc, I'm not the best at character analysis (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠)
I'll tag @larz-barz here, because this was the only thing I was able to do for Milo special day, sorry bout that.
Thanks for requesting this Kim, I didn't know what to do for Milo's bday.
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tulipe-rose · 3 months
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My fanfic on AO3 reached 10k words!! I'm so proud of this milestone. The fact I did that in barely 5 chapters is what makes it even crazier.
I'd like to thank the one person who kept on commenting and supporting me, even though I went on such a long and unannounced hiatus, I couldn't be more grateful. I'd also like to appreciate myself a little for making it this far, and being capable of producing a decent piece of work. It's far from over, infact I still haven't reached the time skip, but I'm getting there.
I'll go celebrate this by having some chocolate, I deserve some.
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