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shugar0cone · 3 months

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“Risk”

I was one of the most influential overloards, music. I controlled all of it especially when Lilith left. I was strong but the work that came with it was lame, I hated when people used my songs without my permission.

I started to fall sleep at the Vs table. Val needed songs for his special shows, vel needed more songs on social media to bring in more, and vox just needed things for background music. “So what do you say.” Vox says and turned to me. I snored in response. I woke up. “Sure just here.” You signed the papers. You went to walk out until velvet grabbed me and took a picture with me.

I went to the hotel tired, I went to a total 6 places for copy-write and then i still had a song to be made. I took off my shoes, nifty cleaned the place enough so you could take them off but not clean enough to take off my socks. “Ugh!” I yelled and clenched my hair. “Man I wanna quit doing this.” I say. I hear static. The room felt more heavy and dark. “What’s wrong my dear.” He put a hand down on my shoulder and looked at me. “Overloard crap, I don’t have time to enjoy my power instead I’m doing meeting then I’m doing shit at this fucking hotel!” I kicked a pole and it shifted. “Shit.” I grabbed it. “Alastor it’s been so long that I can’t remeber how strong I am.” I pinched my nose confused and conflicted with my self, “I want to help myself but I also want to help Charlie. I’m doing both and it’s not working.” I sat on the couch. I felt a pair of hands grasping my shoulders and rubbing them. “Now, dear you just need to do you, besides you don’t believe in this redemption crap.” I thought for abit. “I don’t but maybe if I take the risk it could work.” I held my hands together. “Alastor, if people didn’t try we would be somewhere else these days.” I say. Alastor looked down at me. “Think about it if somone didn’t risk the idea of radio you wouldn’t be you, if god risked falling his favorite son where would we go.” I sighed. “You’re right my love but…” he paused the smile never faded. “But if those risk takers where wrong think about the humiliation oh and the pain.” He laughed. I looked down sadden. “I’m quitting…” tear plucked my eyes. I loved my job I loved music, but at the same time every tune and every rhyme was mine when it should be shared. “Music should be given to people not stolen.” I thought. This is my risk maybe if I risked being weak and risked being vulnerable then maybe others could enjoy the symphony I took. “Yep I’m done.” With that I got up and left the hotel.

A week has passed since I quit. Charlie hugged me. “THATS A REDEEMING QUALITY YOU WHERE SELFLESS AND SHARED MUSIC AGAIN.” I smiled. “Hey I kept some of it.” I said holding up some sheets of music. “Besides it’s a way to express one’s self.” I looked at Alastor who had a grin on his face. “And it’s the risk I took.” I smiled at him. Thinking ‘and you should too.’

AN: not my best but honestly go board and just wrote, I do like the idea of a music overloard and definitely did not re use this idea for y/n instead of my oc…heh… anyways hopped y’all enjoyed my loves!

P.s: droop stuff in my inbox I love hearing yall suggestions!

-Shugar

#alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #hazbin x reader #charlie morningstar #angel dust #vaggie #fanfic #hazbin hotel husk

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honyakuninakunaru · 10 months

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Rather Than Wishing Upon A Star In Vain // Mithra SSR Card Story

CHAPTER 1

(City of Stella)

As I wandered around the stalls throughout the festival, I felt a familiar figure approach me.

Akira: "Hi, Mithra!"

Mithra: "Good evening, Master Sage."

Akira: "Since we're both here, shall we browse around together?"

Mithra: "Sure, why not. I haven't got much to do anyways..."

Mitile: "Heave-ho!"

(Smack)

Mitile: "Aww, missed again... This is difficult..."

Hearing a certain someone's voice, we turned our heads towards one of the stands. There, we saw Mitile trying his utmost to score at one of the festival's games.

Akira: "Hey, Mitile, what's up?"

Mitile: "Oh! Hello, Master Sage! And Mister Mithra... I've been trying to throw this ball for so long, but I can't seem to do it right."

Mitile: "Apparently, if you manage to hit any of the prizes hung on the platform, you get to take it home with you. But..."

Akira: "Alright then, let me give it a try! Which one do you want?"

Mitile: "That bag on the right! It's got lots and lots of star-shaped konpeito in it!"

Mithra: "I can just get it for you, you know."

Mitile: "Y-You can...?"

Mithra: "All I have to do is throw the ball at it, right?"

Mitile: "P-Pretty much, yeah. Here, you aim it like thisー"

Mithra: "<Arthim>"

Akira: "Whoa, the ball's floating!"

Mitile: "M-Mister Mithra, you can't do that! It's against the rules..."

Stall Owner: "Oh, Lord! A-A wizard! Y-Yer a... wizard...!"

Upon witnessing Mithra use magic, the stall's owner abruptly yelled out in distress.

Mithra: "Well, yes, I am. I am Mithra of the North."

Stall Owner: "Mithra o' the North... I reckon I've heard that name before... They say yer a heinous tyrant, the devil incarnate himself...!"

Mithra: "Heh, you know me quite well it seems."

Akira: "(I should step in, shouldn't I...) H-He's also a Sage's Wizard, among other... things."

Akira: "Mithra's not one to resort to violence without rhyme or reason. As the Sage, I can personally vouch for that."

Stall Owner: "Aha... So yer the Sage? Well, not that I'd know even if ye were lyin' to me, but yer quite the character, millin' about with them wizards."

Stall Owner: "Ah, whatever. I suppose wizards from other countries don' really have a reason to be conning us folk. Go on, play all ya like."

Stall Owner: "That goes for ya too, lil' mister."

Mitile: "T-Thank you, sir!"

Though still slighty wary, the owner took the ball from the cage and offered it to us.

Mithra: "Good. Now, let's see..."

Mithra: "<Arthiー>"

Mitile: "Umー! Just a moment... please."

CHAPTER 2

Mithra: "What is it this time? Don't you want that sack anymore?"

Mithra: "I'm going to get it for you in a bit, so just stay put, will you?"

Mitile: "I... Appreciate that, but this still feels like cheating, and I don't like that..."

Mitile: "So, I'm going to get it myself! Without magic!"

Mithra: "Goodness gracious... Nevermind."

Mithra undid the spell he had cast upon the ball. It fell and rolled on the ground, a stone's throw away from the target.

Mithra: "This is what I get for trying to be nice. How utterly vexing."

Mithra: "Oh well, not like I cared about this in the first place."

Mitile: "...Thank you, Mister Mithra. Now, watch closely. I'm going to hit it on the first tryー!"

(Some time later…)

Mitile: "Heave-ho!!"

Akira: "Mitile! You got it!"

Mitile: "Hooray!"

After many strenuous attempts, the ball finally hit the target. Having successfully acquired his prize, a satisfied smile graced Mitile's face.

Mitile: "Look, Master Sage! I got it! I really got it!"

Akira: "That's amazing, Mitile!"

Mitile: "Eheheh! I should also thank you, Mister Mithra! See, I was able to get it with my own two hands!"

Mithra: "I still don't get it. It would've been so much quicker if you had simply used magic."

Mitile: "That's true, but putting effort into making your wishes come true feels much more rewarding..."

Akira: "You wished for something, Mitile?"

Mitile: "Mhm. I heard that if you get a bunch of star-shaped things at this festival, your will get your wishes granted."

Mitile: "That's why I really wanted this bag full of konpeito. ...Here you are."

Akira: "Aw, Mitile... Are you sure you want me to have this?"

Mithra: "I'm beginning to think you didn't really want this if you're willing to share it."

Mitile: "You two stayed by my side and encouraged me to continue, so... It's only right that I give you some as thanks."

Mitile: "I'm going to look for more stars, then! See you!"

(Distancing footsteps)

And with that, Mitile skittered away merrily, the bag of konpeito tightly clutched to his chest.

Akira: "Sounds kind of romantic, doesn’t it? Collecting star-shaped things to get your wishes granted, I mean."

Mithra: "Do you actually believe that? Surely there are other, more practical ways to get what you want."

Mithra: "You have Mithra of the North standing right before you. Anything you want, I can make it come true."

Akira: "...You will do that? For me?"

Mithra: "Of course. There's nothing I can't do. Come on, ask for something. Say, anyone you want me to do away with?"

Akira: "No, I don't have anyone like that... Um, I'm a little thirsty, so if you could get me something to drink..."

Mithra: "<Arthim>"

Mithra: "Interesting. It appears Nero's making some concoction out of pressed fruits. I'll go and get it for you."

Akira: "J-Just like that?! A-Ask him first, perhaps...?"

Mithra: "He won't mind. Anything else?"

Akira: "Well... I've been walking around for a while, and I'm a little tired, so it'd be nice if I could sit down for a minute."

Mithra: "As you wish. <Arthim>"

CHAPTER 3

Akira: "Is this... A chair from the manor's dining hall?"

Mithra: "It is. Since you're used to sitting on it, I thought it'd be the best choice."

Akira: ("That's true, but... I wonder if anyone's been sitting on it until now...")

Mithra: "Come on, take a seat. What would you like next?"

Akira: "That will be all. Thank you, Mithra."

Mithra: "Really? You're satisfied with this little?"

Rather malcontent, Mithra's dark-green eyes wander off to the stall we were at earlier.

Mithra: "Since you said you wanted to collect those start things, I assume there's still something you want?"

Akira: "Well, yea, it sounded interesting, so it made me want to try it for myself."

Akira: "But, rather than collecting them to have my wish granted, I'd like to collect them for the fun of it..."

Akira: "Mitile looked so happy when he got that bag of konpeito. I mean, how can he not. They're so sparkly and pretty, just like little stars."

Mithra: "...I see. You should've said so sooner."

Mithra: "<Arthim>"

(Woosh)

(Somewhere up in the sky)

Before I knew it, Mithra had seated us atop his broom. Glancing upwards, we saw the night sky, adorned with millions of stars, in all its stellar glory.

Akira: "...Wow...!"

Mithra: "You wanted the stars, right? Is this good enough?"

Prompted by Mithra's words, I reached out my hand towards the sky. Beyond my fingertips, the stars shone like polished jewels.

Amidst a sky so dreadfully dark you could get lost in it, never to return, the stars bestowed a gentle, soothing glow from afar.

Akira: "...It's so, so beautiful... I feel like if I just keep reaching out like this, I could actually grab one..."

Akira: "If I had this many stars, my wishes would all come true in the matter of seconds... Thank you for bringing me here, Mithra."

Mithra: "No need to. This is the least I can do."

A perfunctory answer typical for Mithra. And yet, his voice was laced with the faintest bit of mirth.

Mithra: "Now you know that should you ever want anything, you can come and find me."

Mithra: "I will grant you whatever it is you may want, and much better than some petty star."

Akira: "...Mm, I will. Next time I think of something, I'll definitely ask you first."

Mithra: "...If you insist."

Mithra turned around. In his eyes, I could see the reflection of the stars.

Captivated by those little luminaries said to grant one's wishes, I didn't dare blink, for I wanted to remember this view forever.

Mithra's Wish // Card Training Episode

(Manor Lounge)

Akira: "Thank you for going along with my caprices last time, Mithra."

Mithra: "You didn't ask for who-knows-what, so there's nothing to thank me for."

Akira: "Still, it made me very happy. And now, it's my turn to do something for you."

Mithra: "You mean to tell me you can grant a wish of mine?"

Mithra: "What if I asked you to make me the strongest in the world? Or to bring me the greatest legendary beast there is, so I can eat it and fill my stomach for centuries to come?"

Akira: "U-Um, perhaps something a human like me can do... For example, I could cook you your favourite meal!"

Mithra: "Hm. Let's go to my room then."

Akira: "You want me to... cook in your room? I mean, why not, I need to fetch a few ingredients firstー..."

Mithra: "We can do that later. The things you can do for me can be counted on one hand."

Mithra: "If you want to do something for me that badly, put me to sleep, please."

Homescreen Voiceline

Mithra: "No matter how long or hard you wish upon a star, there's no proof that what you want will come true. Stop wasting your time and come here. I trust you haven't forgotten you have a duty at night. If you like the stars so much, I'll simply give you some of my sugar."

ーーーーー

Biiig thanks to circ (@amoresviesse) for providing raws for this story!

#translation #mithra #mahoutsukai no yakusoku #mahoyaku

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q-talations · 1 year

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How to Eat Life LN Chapter 0 Translation

#0/ Past t(h)e=. horizon

kako w(h)a dot kanata

With a little push, he grabbed the iron bars with his right hand and did a kick over with his left foot up the bars. Otogiri Tobi stands on the bars, arms crossed.

“Hey, Tobi…” The backpack on his shoulders giggles. “Just to be clear, but what you just did there is a bit weird, okay? You look like a lunatic.”

Pretending not to hear the bag, Tobi scouts around the tiny kid’s park. Monkey bars. Slides. Two planted trees. Two benches. A water fountain. Road lights. A swing set for two.

Two kids are sitting on the swing. Younger than Tobi, about fifth or sixth grade. They both put up a face as if trying to say, “What is that middle-schooler doing? Jeez.”

“Told ya. Heh heh heh.” The snickering of the backpack stands out.

Tobi clicks his tongue. “Shut up, Baku.” He counters in his mind.

He does not say it out loud.

Those kids can’t hear Baku. Tobi is the only one that can communicate with this backpack.

He jumps down from the bars.

“You got nothing but a nimble body, exactly like a monkey!”

Ignoring Baku’s non-stop teasing, Tobi climbed up the slides.

The kids on the swings lost interest in him and started playing with their phones. He leans forward on top of the slide—he used to be around this height back then. The slide is made of metal, making the numerous dents in it quite visible.

The yellow paint on the handle is peeling off.

“Is this the place??” Baku whispers.

“I wonder.” Tobi whispers back, pulling up his left sleeve.

The screen of his watch bought from the pawn shop displays 4:59 PM. Tobi, a second-year middle school student, is not in any club, and he doesn’t go to cram school either.

The facility closes at 5:30.

“Won’t you run late if you don’t get back now?” Baku giggles as he speaks.

Shut up, Tobi thinks and jumps down the slide. His shadow looks profusely longer with the backpack on him.

The chime started ringing. It’s “Yuuyake Koyake”*.

*”Yuuyake Koyake” is a Japanese nursery rhyme.

A familiar melody. A tune we’re used to.

Tobi gazes into the twilight sky. “...Piggyback.”

“Huh? What?” The confused Baku is left questioning, and Tobi repeats his words.

“Piggyback—”

○

That’s right, a piggyback.

Tobi’s brother whispered a song while giving him a piggyback ride to the park.

“Hey, what’s that song you’re humming?”

He tried to avoid Tobi’s question by giggling.

“What’s that song~? Tell me!” Tobi begged while gently pinching his ears. “Come on! Tell me, what song is that?”

“I just made it.”

“You just did?”

“Yeah. I just made that song up right now.”

I remember very clearly. I’m reminded of it from time to time.

The slide. Tobi played on that slide countless times.

His brother watched over him from the bench.

With his legs crossed, he squints. A smile appears on his face.

They played on the swing, also.

The swing is for two, so his brother would swing next to him.

“…Wait.”

(Not “to” the park. He would give me piggyback rides when we “went back home.”)

He carried Tobi on his back when he’d get tired after playing in the park. On the road back home with the chimes of “Yuuyake Koyake,” he hummed a different song.

○

"Tobi.”

Baku calls for him. “Hey, Tobi.”

Tobi walked out of the park without replying.

There’s a two-story house in front of them.

He tries to remember the route they took that day.

Did we turn right, or turn left? Shit. I don’t remember a single detail.

For now, he decides to turn right.

It was a small path, so narrow that you’d almost bump into the cars passing by. All the houses, with their faces to the path, look aged, and some even look ancient.

They see a barber shop, the barber's pole striped red, blue, and white in a helix. The walls are green, and the shop's name is Hatsushima.

It almost sounds familiar.

“What about here?” Baku asks. Tobi shakes his head and keeps walking.

He’s looking for an apartment building.

Though unsure of where it exactly is, Tobi is pretty sure it's around this block. White-ish walls, a two-story apartment with exterior hallways and stairs. He lived on the 2nd floor with his brother back then.

Tobi can’t remember exactly which room it was. He’s pretty sure it was on the corner, and he remembers what the interior looked like.

Railings painted in black were installed onto the balcony.

His brother always put him on the fence bars as he smoked. The scene is deeply imprinted in his mind.

He stands still in the middle of a crossroad. There’s a sewer hole directly below him. No matter how hard he tries to remember, the scenery feels unfamiliar. But, having been about 8 or 9 years since then, it’s not unusual for things to have changed.

“And what about here, Tobi?” Baku follows up.

“You’re” —Tobi tries to hold back— “very annoying! Shut up!” He blew up, unable to restrain his anger.

“...You don’t gotta get angry about it. My bad” Apologizing isn’t Baku’s style either.

Tobi sighs as he turns back. It was at this moment that the old, black concrete wall caught his eye.

There’s a little corner behind the walls. Dirty concrete walls. Corner. Weird.

Tobi walked towards the corner. It bugs him for some reason. There’s a narrow lane beside it.

One-story and two-story houses cram together on both sides. Houseplants line the curb; the utility poles are extra thin, and the wires sticking out almost cover up the sky.

Then all of a sudden, Tobi’s heart throbs.

“I was here before……”

○

Tobi ran through this alley that day.

He was not alone. His brother was there too.

He was dragged by his brother. They were in a hurry. They were being chased. Someone was chasing them. They ran.

Why? Why are we being chased? Did we even have time to think?

He wonders. He can’t remember.

(What exactly happened? Did my brother explain? Did he even understand the situation in the first place? He doesn’t know. All I remember is we ran for our lives. That I am certain of.)

○

(It was getting dark. There were no other signs of life around us. Pretty sure it wasn’t entirely dark. Probably around sunrise. Or possibly sunset.)

The path connects to a slightly wider road. There are a few shops with overhangs on the right. They probably ran this way.

It must’ve been painful. Tobi wasn’t running right now, but he felt the pain.

He’s certain he whined a lot.

I can’t. I need to rest. I can’t run anymore. Run without me.

His brother must have cheered him on.

“Tobi. You can do it.”

That’s right.

I still got this.

I have to run.

Can’t give up when my brother still hasn’t.

○

The asphalt road gives way to a cobbled path. It’s an old shopping street.

The shutter gates are all closed.

I don’t remember this place. Did we take a wrong turn?

Wait.

We passed through the alleyway quickly.

“It was here, wasn’t it, Tobi?” Baku tries to confirm with him.

Tobi remains silent.

It was here. I’m sure. Am I? We’re...downtown? Nothing stands out. It’s yet another common street.

Was it really here?

○

Tobi’s brother finally started carrying him.

He might have started crying.

He fell, and he couldn’t get back up.

(That’s right.

This is the exact place where I fell.)

Tobi’s brother carried him up and kept running. “It’s all right!”

His brother’s voice comes back to him.

They could hear cars.

“Shit!”

As his brother caught sight of the red lights, he cursed, and it seemed like the two of them turned back.

(It wasn’t just one or two that were chasing us. There was a ton.)

“Stop.”

(We were commanded by a man's voice. )

○

It didn’t happen right now, it’s what happened then. But Tobi still felt like a deer in headlights when reminded.

It’s unsettling how clearly I remember how it felt.

○

Tobi held onto his brother and closed his eyes.

The shout of the man shocked Tobi, and he opened his eyes in fear. The man stood in front of them. He had something in his hands. He pointed it their way. A loud bang echoed through the street. It was a great noise.

(I couldn’t understand what the noise was back then. To think of it now, it was a gunshot.)

The man had a gun.

He shot at them.

His brother staggered.

At the time, he couldn’t imagine his brother would be shot.

But he was certain something happened to his brother. That was the only thing he understood.

But his brother kept running while carrying him. He was limping heavily; it was obvious he was injured. It must’ve hurt a lot.

How long have we been running since? It was longer than a few minutes. 20? Or 30 minutes? Even hours?

His brother ran into a narrow alleyway between buildings. He set Tobi down. Maybe it was Tobi who asked to be put down.

In any case, Tobi was on foot, holding his hand.

It was a damp, dirty place, and it smelled bad. There were countless outdoor units of AC above them, making noise.

Tobi’s brother opened a door and pushed him inside.

“Hide right here.”

“But...”

“Keep quiet until I call you again. Got it? Promise me. Don’t make a sound.”

His brother returned to the alley with Tobi hiding indoors.

He tried to close the doors and Tobi was in great fear.

I’ll be alone if I do as he says...No...I don’t wanna be alone...I wanna be with my brother... I don’t wanna leave him behind... But he is badly injured. It must hurt a lot, and I’m sure my brother is at his limit.

I can’t do this.

Tobi was dragging his brother down.

I’m just a burden. I wanna be with my brother. I don’t wanna be alone. But I have to listen to what he says.

“I-”

Tobi opened his mouth to speak, but his brother put his fingers on his lips. “Shhhh...”

He couldn’t see his brother very well. In fact, he couldn’t see him at all. But somehow he felt like his brother smiled.

Tobi nodded and kept his mouth shut.

His brother closed the doors. It became dark.

Tobi vividly remembers the darkness.. It wasn’t just “dark”. It felt like if he reached out he’d touch the shadows.

The darkness was heavy.

It was not because of the environment that Tobi couldn’t see. The potent darkness blinded him. It covered up his eyes, his ears, his nose, and his mouth.

He was suffocating.

The darkness leaked inside him.

Tobi stuck his ear on the door, as he was losing consciousness. He could still hear the AC units making noise. The noise calmed him down as he was assured his ears weren’t fully covered. Soon after, he heard something else.

Were they footsteps?

A sound, like a big bang.

Voices followed after.

Someone was shouting.

Was it my brother? Or was it someone else?

Tobi desperately wanted to get out.

He held the doorknob. He thought about going out countless times, but he never opened the door.

Hide right here.

The exact promise he made with his brother. He agreed to it. He refused to break that promise. He simply could not.

But, I’m scared.

(All I could do was stay dead silent.)

He crouched in the darkness, simply waiting for his brother.

He will return. “It’s all right now, Tobi!” That’s what he’ll say. All Tobi did was trust his brother. That was all he could do.

The room he was in was an entrance room with a staircase. It led somewhere downstairs. It might’ve led to the depths of the world.

The bottom of Earth.

He felt like something moved in the darkness from time to time. He wanted to scream so badly whenever that happened. He tried his best to keep himself quiet, and called for his brother in his heart.

Onii-chan. *

Onii-chan.

Onii-chan, help me.

Onii-chan, come back to me.

Onii-chan, please be fast.

Onii-chan, please. Please. Please come back.

Onii-chan.

I’m right here.

I promised you.

I’ll do whatever you say.

Onii-chan...!

*"Onii-chan" means "brother" in Japanese.

○

Tobi had no idea how long he'd been waiting for his brother.

Shaking in fear, hiding in the darkness, minutes became hours. It’s been 3 hours... 4 hours even? 10 hours? More? Half a day? A whole day? Had it been 2 days? Or had it been even longer?

“.........”

The door suddenly opened, and light poured in. The light was dazzling. His eyes hurt for a second, but that did not stop him in any way. “Onii-chan!”

Tobi ran up the stairs.

The doors were open.

He ran out.

The strong odor still remained. The alley was paved with concrete. Shades of red stains leaked from cracks of concrete.

It was blood.

He thought. He wondered whose blood it was. It couldn’t be.

No way it’s my brother’s.

It couldn't be.

Tobi sat on the staircase in the darkness. He was alone.

Someone opened the door.

Who was it?

“Onii-chan.”

That’s right. It was him. My brother opened the door. There’s no way it wasn’t him. My brother returned for me. He is here to pick me up. He came here to find me. He should be around. The one that opened the door, my brother, must be around.

“Onii-.......”

There he was.

A man stood in the exit of the alleyway.

Wait.

Tobi shivered.

That was not—

That. Was. Not his brother.

The man leaned toward Tobi.

He was tall and he wore a hat. Tobi didn’t know what exactly the type of hat was. To think of it, it should’ve been a top hat.

The man wore a long black coat with a scarf. The problem was his face.

Eye.

He only had a single eye.

There was only an eye on his face.

One single eye. (Hitotsume)

That was the man’s face. Not even an eyeball. It was just a single eye.

If Tobi remembered correctly, the man with one eye blinked. He does have eyelids in that case.

The man carried something, which seemed like a bag, on his shoulders. It didn't seem like he carried anything else.

Tobi couldn’t spot a gun, at least. He wasn't one of the people that chased Tobi and his brother. It seemed they weren't related.

In any case, he only had one eye. In other words, this creature might have been way more dangerous and unknown. He had a single eye, after all.

The man handed the bag over to Tobi as if he’s telling him to take it. Tobi shook his head. For one, a man with a single eye is suspicious, and the bag wasn't Tobi’s anyway. Tobi just can not take something like “that”.

The one-eyed man eventually leaned down. He placed the bag on the ground.

A bag.

He was pretty sure it was a bag. There was a strap which one could use to carry it.

It was a big bag.

Tobi stared at it for a while.

By the time Tobi looked back up, he realized the one-eyed man was gone. Nowhere to be seen. Gone. It felt as if the man was never here to begin with.

But, certainly, he was here.

The proof was right there.

The bag remained. It was the thing the one eyed man had placed here.

“It’s all his fault...”

Tobi suddenly wanted to cry. It was all his fault. It was all the one-eyed man’s fault. Tobi couldn’t keep his promise to his brother because he opened the door.

I should’ve waited until my brother called me...!

Because of that man, Tobi broke his promise to his brother.

Tobi was always a crybaby. He always cried even though it wasn’t a big deal. His brother always hugged him when Tobi cried.

His brother never stopped him from crying. “Tobi, cry all you want. Cry until you feel better.”

Remembering those words, Tobi’s tears stopped. Tobi has not shed a single tear ever since.

He eventually reached out for the bag with hesitation.

It was surprisingly light despite its size. Even the five-year-old Tobi could easily carry the bag over his left shoulder, just as the one-eyed man had.

Suddenly, he didn't feel so alone anymore.

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The blood stains continued outside the alley.

“My brother is injured.” Tobi was certain.

The blood stains were from his brother. His brother tried to escape from the people on his own. He must’ve planned to return when he confirmed it was safe, but something happened and he failed to return.

If that is the case, I’ll be the one to find my brother.

“I have to look for him.”

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#Eve #how to eat life #light novel #inochi no tabekata #translation #q-talations #eve utaite #otogiri tobi

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bardic-inspo · 3 months

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1, 14, and 50 for the fic writer asks!!!

Thank you lovely!! 💜

[Fic Writer Asks]

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

Right now, Midnight Chimes is my only BG3 fic (hoping to change that very soon!) But honestly, its not a bad intro to my writing. It's an Astarion x Cursed Tav fic where the actual slow burn is between my Tav (Naomi) and the unfolding reveal of her curse/circumstances. Tav gets her own subplot, and the focus is on her/Astarion's subplots and less on the main BG3 plot (although that's sure there, too). It deals with a lot of themes I like exploring in my other work (grief, recovery, survival) with a more foreboding/haunted vibe that I've always wanted to toy with but haven't really in the past. Here's the summary/link:

[AO3 LINK]

For Fallout fic, I would say No Rest for the Wicked. It's technically set post-game, but doesn't really spoil the game itself. Featuring pining for old friends that aren't (yet) lovers, the seeds of a future OT3 (Deacon x MacCready x F! SoSu), domesticity, and the ache of just deep set emotional wounds that aren't healed yet. Angsty but hopeful, which is par for the course in most of my Fallout writing. Summary below.

[AO3 LINK]

Deacon gets it, he thinks. MacCready and Natasha are in love with each other. A kind of crazy, end-of-the-world, burn down bridges sort of in love with each other. And they’d be fine enough on their own without him. Right? “So, let me get this straight,” Deacon asks him. “You’re begging me to sleep with your girlfriend?”

14. Are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer?

I would read absolutely anything by @electricshoebox. Riss does not miss and I would follow her into the abyss (heh, rhymes). Her writing is cozy to me like a nice warm blanket even when it's like. Angsty and heartwrenching. I just wanna wrap up in it and when I do, all is good.

Honestly, there's not much I wouldn't try at least once, even if it's only out of morbid curiosity. I might never go back to it again, but hey, now I know.

50. Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!

Oh no, I have no idea what to talk about here! Haha. Um.

How about the fic that got me through the pandemic: @electricshoebox's beautiful Enemies to Lovers Slow Burn (featuring Deacon and MacCready from Fallout 4): A Line in the Sand. I don't have adequate words for how amazing this fic is, so I'm just going to drop the AO3 summary/link below, but you'll probably see me absolutely wailing (not always coherently) in Riss' comments if you take a gander down there. I'll never be normal about it ever.

[READ ON AO3]

#ask games #midnight chimes #reclamations #fic recs #a line in the sand #fallout 4 #bg3

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danco110 · 2 months

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“Shine bright, bolts tight…huh?”

The dwarven artificer arched his eyebrows at the scattered applause coming from the crowd around his stand. Before he could resume repairing his gauntlet, a young aetherborn stepped forward to applaud far more enthusiastically than the other onlookers.

“That was a really cool rhyme!” chimed the new arrival, with stars in their eyes.

“Heh, thanks,” chuckled the inventor. “I used to write songs. But eventually I put down the pen and picked up the wrench. Ironically, it was to make this glove here, which helps to play instruments better.”

“Aw, that’s too bad! I bet your songs were really good!”

The dwarf gave a quiet, humble chuckle. “I was…I was all right, I guess. But don’t you worry. I may not write music anymore, but I like to think I’ve made my mark in a different way.”

“Made your mark? Wait…” The aetherborn’s glowing eyes widened in realization. “Retired musician turned inventor…music glove…I know you! You also created the panharmonicon!”

“Well, I don’t mean to brag,” lied the inventor, as he gestured to one of the massive instruments in question, sitting behind him.

“And you rhyme to incorporate your music background into your sales pitch!”

The dwarf’s expression briefly soured. “Well…actually, that’s just a habit I’ve gotten into. One I’ve been trying to kick.”

“Oh…” The aetherborn’s enthusiasm faltered, but only for a moment. “Well, it’s still cool! I got into songwriting because of you! You’re my hero! Or, well-”

“Hero because of the music, not the inventing. I get it.”

“Well, the panharmonicon is cool…kinda!”

The dwarf rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “Thanks. But hey, maybe your songs could play on my invention someday? Sounds like one heck of a team-up to me!”

The aetherborn’s eyes drifted to the panharmonicon. Despite them just saying they were less interested in the invention, a smile still formed on their face as they studied it and considered their idol’s offer.

#mtg #magic the gathering #kaladesh #story bites

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i need something with king and the collector in his physical form, maybe a game or something like that

Ah! Yes! I can do this! After that finale I feel like we could all use some fluff, and I LOVE The Collector!! So I hope you enjoy!

SPOILERS FOR KINGS TIDE AHEAD

King was curled up in the new Owl House’s couch. After Luz and everyone had gotten back, and The Collector had fixed the damage he caused, things had been pretty relaxed. He was happy that his family was back together, it had even gotten bigger with the additions of The C.A.Ts, Hunter, Camilla, Vee, and The Collector! Things were finally going well for them, and King couldn’t be happier. “Heeeeey King!” The Collector called, appearing next to King, but the titan baby didn’t flinch. He’d gotten used to the star child appearing and disappearing at will. “Oh! Hey Collector buddy! Heh, good to see ya.” King greeted, stretching and yawning as he looked at his friend. The Collector floated around King, holding his feet in his hands, “I’m boooooored, I wanna play! All anybody seems to want to play here is boring old “normal” games. I’m sick of hide and seek and tag. There’s gotta be moooore! You know other games right?” King stood, “Well… there’s board games? Or card games?”

“Boriiiing!” he groaned, falling back into a flip in the air. “I want something fuuuuuuun!”

“Something fun, huh?” King hummed, tapping his skull and looking out. “...Well… there are some games I like to play with Luz and Eda. But… I don’t even know if you can play them.” “What games?” he asked, flipping in front of King’s face. “I can play! I’m sure I can! Oh pleeeease can we play?” King rubbed the back of his skull, “Well… I just don’t know, I mean… you can feel stuff, right?”

“Feel?” The Collector asked, before he giggled, “Of course I can feel! I can feel anything I want to! I can feel pain, or cold, or hot, what do I need to feel for this? I can do it!”

“Can you feel… ticklish?”

“Can I feel what now?”

King blinked, did they not… “Do you not know what that is?” The Collector shrugged and floated upside down, “Never heard of it. How do you feel it?” “Uh… well, it’s when someone tickles you somewhere, and it makes you laugh! A lot! Luz and Eda tickle me all the time! It’s like a… tingly kind of feeling? It’s silly, and you can’t not laugh when you're being tickled!” King tried to explain, “And there are lots of games you can play when you’re ticklish! You’d definitely like it! A lot of them are rhyming games!” A gasp from the child, “Rhyming!?” He laughed and spun up into the air throwing out his arm and legs in glee, “I love rhyming!” he quickly zoomed back in front of King with pleading eyes. “Oh please, please tell me how to play!” “Ok ok! Well… come here, I’ll show you how Eda does it!” King chuckled, cracking his knuckles in preparation.. He quickly knelt in front of King, bouncing excitedly. “So, what do I do?” “You lay down on your back and don’t move.” he instructed, waiting for the cosmic boy to follow the instructions before he began. “Ok… One, two, three.” he tapped on his knee, “Tickle babies knee!” he gently wiggled his claws under The Collectors knee, looking at the boy for a reaction. One that he definitely got. The kid let out a squeal and zoomed up onto the ceiling, “W-what was that!?” “D-did it hurt?!” “No! It felt… weird!” King giggled and waved him back down, “Then it tickled! That’s a good thing! It means you have ticklish knees!” “Ticklish knees… I love ticklish knees!” The little star boy cheered, zooming in a circle in the air before going back down, and laying flat for King. “Do it again! Do it again!” “Oh! But don’t you wanna see where else you could be ticklish?” King asked, crossing his arms with a playfully smug look. The Collector gasped and sat up with starry eyes, “There can be other ticklish places?!” “Yeah! There can be lots! Knees, feet, your tummy, I mean… I think people can be ticklish just about anywhere!” he shrugged, “I guess we’ll have to find all of your ticklish spots!” The Collector grinned, and curled up, floating up into the air and kicking and punching the air in joy. “Yes yes yes! I wanna find all the ticklish places! Then we can keep playing and having fun! Right?” “Of course! Tickle games are some of my favorites!” King laughed, tail wagging excitedly. “And we can even mix and match games with tickles! Like… tickle tag, where if you get taught you get tickled! Or tickle hide and seek! Oh! Oh! Eda plays this one with Luz and I all the time! She calls it “tickle bugs”, it’s where she’ll pretend there's a bug on us and she’ll have to get it off, but really it’s just her tickling us!” The Collector was bouncing faster and faster, grin getting wider and wider with every word King spoke. Their freckles were even glowing till they finally burst, little stars and sparkles shooting off them in their excitement. “Yes! Yes yes yes! I wanna play them all! They sound like so much FUN!” King hopped up excitedly, “Then let’s go! Which one first?” “Well, I wanna finish the rhyming game! Then tickle bugs! Oooooh! I can make REAL tickle bugs!” He giggled, squeaking excitedly. King let out a nervous “Weh.” Actual tickle bugs? Oh geez… Sometimes he forgot that The Collector was basically all powerful. “Well… alright! Let’s finish the rhyming game first!” He nodded and laid back down, grinning excitedly at King, “Well? What are you waiting for?” “One, two, three!” tapping on his knee, which already had the star child giggling. “Tickle baby's knee!” wiggling fingers under his knee once more. “Eehehehehehe!” he giggled, covering their mouth as little stars shot off him. “Four, five, six!” now tapping on his tummy, making them gasp and squeal. “Pick up sticks!” scribble at his tummy. “AHAHAHAHA! TIHIHIHINGLY! EHEHEHEHE!” they squealed, squeaking happily at the tickles. “Seven, eight, nine!” he tapped The Collectors chin, “You’re all mine!” He then pulled the kid into a hug, though he still tickled at his sides.

The Collector squeaked and giggled, hugging King back. “Eheheheh! I lohohohove this new gahahahame!”

King booped his nose with a giggle, “We can play them all the time then! Tickle games are the best games in my opinion!”

“Then let’s play more! I wanna use the tickle bugs!” they grinned, floating up into the air.

King gulp. “Weh.”

#bean writes #requests #toh spoilers #the owl house spoilers #toh tickle #the owl house tickle #Lee!Collector #Ler!King #tickle fic #tickles #tickling #tickle #thanks for the request!

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book-place · 1 year

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Hey y’all

I’m about to head to bed (heh that rhymed) but I just wanted to remind you that I will be closing requests when I wake up and I do want a couple more so just send them in if you feel like it :)

Love ya <33

#book place rambles

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mortul · 2 years

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@mrgoatman ∕ ☠️

“Hey, hold still fer a sec--”

There’s no other warning besides for a hand that’s reaching out (and he does not say that it’s coming. that’s on them, now. good luck.) right for their face. All of his fingers were sprawled out, spread as far apart from one another that he could manage before, without further ado... uh, without further ado for what, actually?

“--heh.”

A look of sheer joy crossed over features in an instant, though it’s far more muted than what he’d usually show. Something told him that he took a little too much delight in bullying this particular fellow, he’d probably come to regret it sooner or later.

...

Probably. Sooner or later.

...

Probably.

Entire hand fit itself on top of the other’s head like a flat crown, squeezing just enough to ensure a firm grip before just... ah, well... well, he’s just going to give a few shakes, is all. There was no real rhyme or reason behind it other than because Christoph simply wanted to and, by extension, wanted to see what would happen.

He’d continue to do so until, finally, those little pleasure centers in his brain were appeased and he’s back to finding the next fix. Hand removed itself, going as far as to wring itself out in a few, wide flaps as if he’s just touched something truly filthy.

“Alright. Cool.”

“Okay. Now, where was I?”

#mrgoatman #IC ∕ I'D SHAKE YER HAND BUT...#VERSE 01 ∕ I'M THE FREAK OF THE FALL！#christoph: so hypothetically say someone put a hit on you and i didnt take it but briefly considered it #christoph: oh wait hold on #christoph giving them shaken baby syndrome to the nth degree:#christoph: ok so anyway--

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source-of-support · 21 days

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Bars of Fool's Gold

Shaun: Hey Doc, I've got something in me that needs a remedy. A lack of reality, I fear its an ill malady. The sort to rob me of my vitality

Doctor: Piss in this cup and zip back up Damn, I see your flow is weak, Let me swab your cheek, I'll get the results back in a couple of weeks. Now I see on your chart you've had trouble with sleep, how have you felt at night before…

Interrupting

Shaun: It's true, everything you said, My words are all jumbled in a knot in my head And I have so many doubts that I can't shut the shouting out At night when it's dark, when my fingers fumble for my pills And I'm startled into dropping them from my shaking hands and my water spills My sanity lay crumbling in a schism I stumble for the window and step on the tablets hearing sirens, fearing prison leaving A thin pantina of reason on the bottom of my feet shining with little moon beams It's court mandated I take my sanity shot every week and swallow my happy pills, so… you see why I lick the residue on the floor and my feet Hoping to swallow every little morsel and eat every bit of sanity mixed with the grime and muck and deceit. As best I may, I scour in succor with my cracked little nails They're so dirty and peeled I can't get enough of it in me to even begin to feel real Tell me straight Doc, will I ever heal? What the fuck is happening to me why am I here?

Doctor: I'm sorry Shaun, My secretary just rang, Your insurance declined the visit Where to begin…? [INWARD THOUGHT] (This man is in schizophrenic shock) Symptomatically speaking, I can legally give no advice.

You've been awfully quiet,

As a writer of rhymes I feel your pain, Take care bro, and understand when I say, A flow so weak is truly hurtful to me personally to see

The strongest dose of reality I can give is

To begin, study the pen, Take your damn meds And listen to new music at night To bring in new insight into the plight you mentioned here about feeling fright And when all else fails When your skills are so weak and frail They break at the first beat from the snare drum Pick your pen up again, Force it to bend to your hand and your mind and your will And give it your all and pour all of your skill into each bar and each bar will hold all of your malice and fear Your hopes and your dreams And your nightmares will seem To be a destiny worth seeing Then, Smelt that bar into a ring of evil Forge the ring with all of your being From the bottom to the top Write it like you're freeing a locked creature in need And crown yourself king of a land full of heathens. The flow you're writing will siphon that evil into the ring And can finally be given to a creature named Gollum to keep.

Shaun, eyes popping wide: Wait, did I hear you right???

Doctor:…Anyway, I appreciate your visit, if you need to see me again - with insurance, Heh Heh.. Ahem… I'm available on the 10th,

Shaun interrupting emphatically: The 10th? That's awfully short for a King to Forge a cursed Ring don't you think, Doc And also what's this about a creature named Gollum to keep it? Hey Doc, Listen to me! I'm talking to you! Why're you calling the guard? I think that's cruel cause they hit so hard, Just give me a chance to listen some more, Wait, what was that? I don't think I heard you You said something about a grimoire. I can't be certain

Guards: We've got him!

Shaun: Give me a sec, Get your fucking hands off me, I'm speaking to the Doc, here, Don't try to stop me!

#rhymes #beats #rhythm #lyrics #flow #hope #stuff #things

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pesterloglog · 4 months

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Dave Strider, Kanaya Maryam, Meenah Peixes

Act 6, page 5398

DAVE: sup

DAVE: wait whats going on

DAVE: is the meteor passing through another dream bubble

KANAYA: Yes

KANAYA: Hence The Ghost Who Is Following Me

DAVE: oh

DAVE: hey

MEENAH:

DAVE: what you dont talk now?

DAVE: you were pretty spunky before what happened

KANAYA: She Is Exhibiting Her Best Behavior While On This Tour

KANAYA: Shes Actually Doing Very Well So Far

DAVE: ok whatever

DAVE: so what are we just not even bothering to care anymore when we pass through dream bubbles now

DAVE: like no warning or alert or getting into our facetious battle stations or anything

DAVE: eh who cares actually

DAVE: i probably wont even leave the room this time

DAVE: getting a little bored of ghosts actually

DAVE: no offense sea troll

MEENAH: (hornless dirtscraper)

KANAYA: Shh!

MEENAH: 38(

KANAYA: So What Were You Just Mumbling Over Here Before I Interrupted You

DAVE: oh just some raps

DAVE: been working on my raps

DAVE: youve heard my raps right

DAVE: want to hear some raps

KANAYA: ...

DAVE: wait do you know what rap is

DAVE: its this fly human tradition where you drop a beat and talk hard

DAVE: if the flow checks out and your rhymes are dope enough then the police start unholstering their guns

DAVE: they cant help it its like reflexive

DAVE: thats how you know youre doing it right

KANAYA: I Know What Your Raps Are Theyre Basically The Same As The Ancient Artform Of Alternian Slam Poetry

KANAYA: But More Primitive And Generally Involving Less Lyrics About Towering Muscular Livestock

DAVE: slam poetry

DAVE: why didnt you tell me about this

KANAYA: I Dont Know I Dont Really Have Much Interest In The Subject

DAVE: yeah but

DAVE: it should have come up

DAVE: wait now that i think about it

DAVE: i remember some weird troll was rapping at me once

KANAYA: Well There You Go

DAVE: but i mean we could have been talking about rap all this time

DAVE: you and me i mean

DAVE: it would have come up i think if we talked more

DAVE: kanaya we should talk more we dont really talk enough

DAVE: like really just

DAVE: get down to fucking business

DAVE: just the two of us

DAVE: all conversationally and such

KANAYA: Um

DAVE: really like

DAVE: flesh out this dynamic

DAVE: see whats THERE

DAVE: we goddamn WILL squeeze blood from this stone

DAVE: this awkwardly quiet ghost troll as my witness

KANAYA: If You Are Successful In Extracting Blood From The Geological Material In Question Can I Have It

DAVE: aw man

DAVE: kinda semi self deprecating vampire jokes this is a good start i like it

KANAYA: I Dont Know How Sincere Youre Being Dave

KANAYA: Probably Only Somewhat Since The Rule Is That Everything Has To Be At Least Partially A Joke Right

DAVE: yes exactly

KANAYA: But If You Actually Want To Converse And Exchange Views On Our Respective Cultures Then Okay I Guess Thats Fine

KANAYA: I Might Be Able To Dig Up Some Classic Texts By Some Famous Slam Poets

DAVE: oh man yes

DAVE: that would be so fucking perfect

KANAYA: Ok I Will See What I Can Do

DAVE: youll have to read the troll gibberish to me

DAVE: itll be just like storytime with karkat

DAVE: kanaya edition

KANAYA: Heh Sure

DAVE: but youll have to rap the words

KANAYA: Oh

DAVE: pump up the bass and slaughter the mic

DAVE: i want to goddamn FEEL that slam poetry

KANAYA: Is It Too Late To Back Out Of This

MEENAH: yes

#homestuck #dave strider #kanaya maryam #meenah peixes #homestuck act 6 #page 5398 #homestuck act 6 intermission 3 #openbound

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