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[ritesofpeonies]

　　　　　ave　⊹　燕　⊹　26　⊹　asian

　　　南雲の菊　⊹　影山の牡丹　⊹　鳴海の蘭

　　　　　　　　　　焚石の月

to bloom, you must first fly. the rites are ancient, proceed at your own risk

tome of rites ⊹ precautionary tales ⊹ deciphered texts

let the rites begin!

tomes found for hq, sakadays, kn8, lads

these lands are wild with magic, ripe for the taking. what one takes, one should return.

© ritesofpeonies 2026 - do not plagiarize, modify, repost or feed my work to AI

[sodaneko]

exit wounds, star-crossed and moon-kissed, not soulmates but mirrors, bruised figs and knuckles, sweet surrender and sweeter lies, echoes of your name, ink under skin, counting the rings of saturn, only you, only you, only you.

commission by my dear friend @stjarnskrik – thank you for seeing me, i'm so glad that we have met in this lifetime. i love you! // words by me // inkedpressedpetals // coldxperience

[sodaneko]

swordmaster akemura, who grows flowers to leave behind for you to find when you wake up and find him nowhere to be. flowers, which meanings you puzzle together, a love letter and a goodbye. a longing and a determination. a garden of your very own, never-dying, ever-blooming

i'm SICK TO MY STOMACH (i love you so very much) hey @ritesofpeonies i need my twin to take the damage as well

[ritesofpeonies]

hey what the fuck. also.

the same flowers that grew from his malediction, unexpected, unplanned. the same flowers from the garden he grew in the house you were supposed to grow older together and grow old in.

because in the wake of his devastating powers, of his determination and strength, there is always you at his core. the seed of softness and love that grows as though to soothe something, someone. a reminder that he is human.

a reminder that when they strip him bare, they will find his love for you ever-blooming.

[mysilent879]

[scribeherself]

[wlw-whump]

as much as I love badass characters pushing through pain to fight, I also love when they hit a point where they just can't. something structural is wrong or broken, so they can't stand. their muscles are simply too weak and overworked to hold them up. their bloody hands slip off the handles of their weapons, they can't aim through their vertigo or tunneling vision, they shake from blood loss or exhaustion even if not from fear. they've just reached their limit, and no amount of willpower will change that!

[sodaneko]

this better not be another 'is this how he gets me' moment

[skeletomez]

[verumirion]

there's no reason for me to even draw him like this

but i have the power to do so

[ritesofpeonies]

what did i wake up to TT

[kimbapisnotsushi]

haikyuu is cool because you go and read things like "talent is something you make bloom, instinct is something you polish" "because people don't have wings we look for others way to fly" "today you are the defeated. what will you become tomorrow?" "we are the protagonists of the world" "and if you get really really good, someone even better will come and find you". and you read about how like. kageyama was learning to love again after it was ripped away from him and hinata was learning that he could jump high enough to become the sun itself and oikawa and ushijima and atsumu and kuroo and everyone else were all learning and trying and living with the hopes of becoming something greater than they ever could have dreamed but that something greater wasn't about winning it all it was about how they were so intricately tied that they will forever be part of the same path no matter how many times it splits and it's THE reason they are able to keep moving forward no matter what they may face. and then you're just expected to continue your life afterwards like nothing HAPPENED.

[ritesofpeonies]

sex so good you start thinking that maybe life is worth living

[sodaneko]

it makes me sick to my stomach thinking about what a loverboy nagumo is. how he doesn’t do casual, no, you’re imprinted on his soul for the rest of his life actually. how he’d rather be haunted by the memory of you than ever forget what your laugh sounded like and the way your lips moved when you called him by his first name. how the ring box (now useless) is still sitting in the drawer of his bedside table, heavy with the weight of his regrets. nagumo never stops loving you. there’s no beginning and no end to it, just how you were once tangled into another. you left your marks on him and he’ll spend a lifetime displaying them in a walking exhibition of heartbreak.

[ritesofpeonies]

walking exhibition of heartbreak = nagumo yes

[ritesofpeonies]

it’s so fun to see notifications pop up on your old posts and get reminded of their existence. sometimes it becomes a question of “oh, i wrote this?”

[ritesofpeonies]

here’s to setting unrealistic goals like finding an official setter soul shirt and given the best 10th anniversary box (that’s sold out everywhere i tried to look, it’s not even listed on japanese second hand stores online)

[ritesofpeonies]

something about being nice and kind and forgiving, the perfect picture of what a woman is expected to be, but when it comes to your lover, you’re all fangs and claws, ready to go to war if a scratch is to be found on them when they come home to you. bonus points if your lover is haunted with blood painted on their hands.

[ritesofpeonies]

hi my twin my beloved my light of my life. here to drop off our stray 🫳🐈 for your day shift as i get ready for bed... he's fed he's dewormed he's brushed. he bit my ass earlier but i have a feeling i deserved that. if you get tired of him just send him back through the cat flap i'll deal with him in the morning. good luck. i love you so much

he bit my toes to get me up today, what is wrong with him (i love him) chased nagumeow out of bed and then pranced back into my lap demanding cuddles (of course i obliged who am i to deny him of anything)