#I spent fucking hours translating all that japanese
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(this rant concerns tkrb but can also be applied to the wider anime scene)
as a weeb who likes knowing everything about the historical Real Things the anime is based on, you know what i find infuriating? the absolute lack of information available in english.
it makes a lot of sense, considering everything is based on japanese historical stuff, and it's a really niche topic anyway. but!! seriously?? most of the wiki pages about swords (that appear in tkrb!!!) are exclusively in japanese. even if the english page is available, it's missing so much info here and there that's available in any jp sources!! it's such a shame!!!!!!
tkrb is a very successful franchise with a huge global fanbase, so why is the vast majority of info about the historical prototypes still only available in japanese? how has nobody ever translated these articles??
i understand that translating entire wiki pages is a bit insane but to have virtually no semi-official sources on those stuff in english at all??? it's insane. im fortunate enough to be able to read japanese so i can get all the weeb info i want. but what about everyone else who cant? how am i supposed to gush about the irl facts about the swords my fav charas are based on to ppl who dont speak japanese?
i just spent the last 6 hours reading a fuck lot about historical/irl facts related to tkrb, and i simply! cannot! imagine! being equally obsessed, and having an equally huge amount of love for the franchise/characters, but not being able to access all these niche weeb info (that should be available on wiki pages) just because i dont speak the language
#anyway guess who started translating the wiki page for ishikirimaru at 3am?#tair.txt#touken ranbu#tkrb#torabu#anime#fucking language barriers
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Canon - Cultural Differences
What is Canon?
"a collection or list of sacred books accepted as genuine."
Originated from religious texts then it was used in Fiction which became more known especially as a Western concept.
"The Politics of Film Canon" by Janet Staiger in 1985
https://www.jstor.org/stable/1225428
Canon in Western VS Japanese Media
Mod Esther Esther Xiao Jia Jia:
“There is no such thing as canon in Japan, so anything that approved by Rumiko is considered as official. Japanese and other non Anglospheric fans take something with huge similarities as a part of a group, rather than separating it because of differences. Canon is merely a term that created by Anglospheric fans”
Well-known Naruto translator OrganicDinosaur speaks about the subject of "Canon"
https://twitter.com/OrganicDinosaur/status/1101961667397763074
They said:
"A lot of people ask me about distinguishing what’s considered ‘canon’ or not, but honestly it’s a Western concept. I rarely encounter media disclaimers that say 公式設定 (Official Setting) or 二時創作 (Derivative Work) when it comes to delineating products/anime/manga/novels.
Certainly, I haven’t seen a staff interview where they explicitly use these terms when it comes to Boruto. In general, I tend to notice that JP fans accept all mediums as part of the real timeline. Contradictory events are basically still accepted that it “happened”… Somehow.
I spent two hours today talking to some of my JP friends and they were completely surprised about how much Western fans nitpick individual anime episodes and novels for how ‘canon’ they are. They never realized fans could “reject” particular parts of a franchise. 😂"
What Sunrise thinks is Official
https://otakurevolution.com/content/gundam-what-sunrise-thinks-is-official
“Watanabe: Regardless of whether it’s part of the formal mythology or something that Sunrise oversaw, the basis of what counts as “official” is whatever is in the footage. “
InuYasha Yashahime Translator Ayuuria speaks on the subject
https://ayuuria.tumblr.com/post/640974253932560384/is-it-true-that-yashahime-isnt-canon-because
"Rumiko-sensei is actually more involved in the series than we realized. I’m currently translating the Livedoor News Interview and it gives a lot of insight on the writing and creation process of the anime. I should have that done next week.
Canon is more of a Western term. I personally consider it canon but to each their own.
From what I’ve seen, the JP fandom has been mostly supportive."
I asked Ayuuria what word Hideyuki Tomioka used for "canon" at Anime Boston 2018 for the InuYasha Panel
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=acn1q9X30qs
"He didn't really use a word for canon so to speak. He said Gensaku which means the original/source work (aka the work the anime is based off of)"
What the word “canon” actually means (Japan vs The West)
https://fuck-yeah-gruvia.tumblr.com/post/622928679634386944/what-the-word-canon-actually-means-japan-vs-the
"There is not a one-to-one translation for “canon” in the Japanese language, as it is a very western concept. However, they do have their own word for it, which is the actual definition of canon. In Japan, the word for canon is 公式 (kōshiki/official). But their perception of what constitutes official is different than that of the west."
The Story in Which Doosh Taught Hiro Mashima the Word, “Canon"
https://koori-mizu.tumblr.com/post/167038684341
dooshiedoosh: "The Japanese Kodansha staff asked what we called it in America, so I flipped over the sign and showed them “Gruvia is canon.” What followed, is Mashima asking the translator what the word “canon” meant. I ended up replying, “official, together, real couple in the story.”"
Masahiro Ito dislikes Westerners always pushing the idea of "Canon"
https://twitter.com/adsk4/status/1263288565980475392
"I hate the word "canon" they use frequently. :-]
I really really really hate the people who always push his idea on other people."
He also explains the four endings of Silent Hill are all "canon" the official endings or else they would not have made them.
https://twitter.com/adsk4/status/1653201608556306433
Maromi Ika talks about the drama of Antis VS Proshippers
https://twitter.com/maromi_ika/status/1626242873715998723
"I hate to have to tell you this story, but I have decided that I need to explain it in English because some people keep harassing me and my followers
It is very long and in English using a translator, so some of the intent may not be understood, but please be sure to read it all
First of all, I am Japanese and live in Japan.
The idea or concept of Propshipper does not exist in Japan.
All that is required to publish a work in Japan is zoning, and in fiction, all depictions are allowed, and It is considered an ugly act to speak ill of someone's work, no matter what their taste is.
Some people advise me to block the person you are following because he/she is a proshipper.
I do not discriminate against them as long as they are properly zoned. That is the rule in Japan"
Westerners and Easterners see the world differently
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Chinese and American people see the world differently – literally. While Americans focus on the central objects of photographs, Chinese individuals pay more attention to the image as a whole, according to psychologists at the University of Michigan, in Ann Arbor, US.
“There is plenty of anecdotal evidence suggesting that Western and East Asian people have contrasting world-views,” explains Richard Nisbett, who carried out the study. “Americans break things down analytically, focusing on putting objects into categories and working out what rules they should obey,” he says.
By contrast, East Asians have a more holistic philosophy, looking at objects in relation to the whole. “Figuratively, Americans see things in black and white, while East Asians see more shades of grey,” says Nisbett. “We wanted to devise an experiment to see if that translated to a literal difference in what they actually see.”
The researchers tracked the eye-movements of two groups of students while they looked at photographs. One group contained American-born graduates of European descent and the other was comprised of Chinese-born graduate students who came to the US after their undergraduate degrees.
Each picture showed a striking central image placed in a realistic background, such as a tiger in a jungle. They found that the American students spent longer looking at the central object, while the Chinese students’ eyes tended to dart around, taking in the context.
Harmony versus goals
Nisbett and his colleagues believe that this distinctive pattern has developed because of the philosophies of these two cultures. “Harmony is a central idea in East Asian philosophy, and so there is more emphasis on how things relate to the whole,” says Nisbett. “In the West, by contrast, life is about achieving goals.”
Psychologists watching American and Japanese families playing with toys have also noted this difference. “An American mother will say: Look Billy, a truck. It’s shiny and has wheels.’ The focus is on the object,” explains Nisbett. By contrast, Japanese mothers stress context saying things like, “I push the truck to you and you push it to me. When you throw it at the wall, the wall says ouch’.”
Nisbett also cites language development in the cultures. “To Westerners it seems obvious that babies learn nouns more easily. But while this is the case in the West, studies show that Korean and Chinese children pick up verbs – which relate objects to each other – more easily.
“Nisbett’s work is interesting and suggestive,” says John Findlay, a psychologist specialising in human visual attention at Durham University, UK. “It’s always difficult to put an objective measure on cultural differences, but this group have made a step towards that.”
Nisbett hopes that his work will change the way the cultures view each other. “Understanding that there is a real difference in the way people think should form the basis of respect.”
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Headcanon’s about DC Kids AU: Aurore’s hero name would be Whirlpool. Cosette’s would be Buzz Kill. Zoe’s realtionship with her blood siblings in a nutshell: “If I have a Penny for each half sibling that is only a few months older than me and is a jerk, I would have 2 Pennies. It’s not much, but weird that happened twice”. Mireille screamed at Volpina during a battle to make her illusions disappear.
Okay, let's do this!
Zoé: 'Sup, dick?
Dick: I can hear you using lowercase 'D,' you basic-ass blonde.
Zoé: Jealous I got a hot girlfriend and Starfire met someone else? Yeah, fuck you, dick.
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Jean: Okay, okay! If you guys had to choose your superhero names... What would they be?!
Simon: Kid Quick.
Denise: Really?
Simon: Kid Flash is taken.
Ismael: Krypto-Kid.
Aurore: Okay, not bad. Simon, take notes. I'd go by Whirlpool.
Cosette: Can't decide between AC/DC, Buzz Kill, or Voltage. There's just too many electricity puns!
Zoé: I am the night. I am the vengeance. I am... Still thinking of something other than Robin.
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Mireille: Hey, Volpina!
Volpina Illusions: What?!
Mireille: *Screams, causing the illusions to disappear when they're hit by the strong soundwaves, revealing the real Volpina who's going to have tinnitus for real*
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*Still coming up with names*
Simon: Uh... Lightning Run?
Cosette: The electricity-based stuff is mine.
Simon: Ugh! This is hard! Marc, you go!
Marc: Would my Tamaranean-translated name suffice?
Aurore: Depends. What is it?
Marc: Myzan'r.
Jean: I like it!
Simon: Aw, come on!
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Simon: Anyone want Japanese food for lunch?
Ismael: Sure.
Denise: I could eat.
Mireille: Pick me up some onigiri.
Simon: Be right back. *Dashes off, then returns seconds later with five bags in his hands* Guess who had time to grab mochi!
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Kiran: Marc! Do the thing! Do the thing!
Marc: Okay, come here!
Nathaniel: What thing?
Marc: *Holding Kiran* Ready... Set... *Throws Kiran high into the air*
Nathaniel: ...
Marc: ... *Catches Kiran back in his arms* Nathaniel, would you like to try?
Nathaniel: *Backs away* No.
Ismael, Denise, and Marc can deadlift the Eiffel Tower like it's nothing
While on the phone, Aurore walked into the pool without a second thought and resumed her conversation for about ten minutes. It baffled Kim and Ondine for weeks
Lacey LOVES getting head pats. It's even better when she turns into a cat
Sometimes Jean talks in reverse without even thinking, and inadvertently casts a few spells
Whenever sunspots occur, Cosette's powers go haywire and create an electrical aura around her. It's best to keep your distance for a few hours... Or days
Denise doesn't even need the Lasso of Truth. Just one glare from them can have any pour soul spilling their guts
So she’s not blowing everyone’s eardrums out by stress-screaming, Mireille took up boxing to get her anger out
Tamaranean puberty can start at any age. For Marc, it started when he was fifteen, and he spent the week covering his face with his hood
Aurore: Marc, I'm sure it's not that bad.
Marc: *Crying* Yes, it is! I look like a raw glorkaroach!
Denise: Hon, you're probably blowing this all out of proportion. Now, let's see that darling face, and- *Marc pulls down his hood* Oh! Oh, Athena! That is not right!... *Pulls Marc's hood back up and pats his head* Yeah, just... Keep that on.
Marc: *Cries again*
Their outfits have some elements of their hero parents
Aurore’s skirts and tops have gold fish scales, and she has trident earrings
Mireille manages to make leather and sweaters work with each other. She also has a lot of fishnets
It’s not rare to see stars embroidered on Denise’s skirts
Marc often wears purple and jewelry made from metals found on Tamaran
Simon wears more warm colors and a few of his shirts have The Flash’s logo embroidered on it
Cosette’s color schemes usually consist of blue, yellow, white, and black
Zoé’s got a lot of black with some hints of yellow. There’s no way in hell she’s going out in Robin colors again
Ismael’s cardigan is a brighter shade of blue with red cuffs
A lot of Reshma’s clothes have vine patterns on the sleeves and hems
Lacey wears Beast Boy’s signature shade of purple with some hints of black
Jean dresses all fancy with bow ties, crop jackets, and tiny top hats on a headband
Now as for Jean and Austin’s relationship- Jean often makes Austin’s favorite flowers appear in his locker
Oh, and Austin knows that he and his friends are related to DC heroes. His dad actually came across Zoé’s dad a few times in Gotham before he was put away
They don’t care much for the Marvel heroes
Simon: Darkseid. The most dangerous villain in the universe. Powerful enough to defeat any hero he faces.
Ismael: Even Superman?
Simon: Yes.
Zoé: Batman?
Simon: Yes.
Reshma: Spider-Man?
Simon: Well, Spider-Man wouldn't fight Darkseid.
Marc: Is it because he is too lazy?
Ismael: What a bum!
Lacey: You know, this really lowers my opinion of Spider-Man.
Whenever they go into battle, there’s always this weird sequence with a 40s-era sounding announcer
Assembled in the tenth grade class of Francoise DuPont in Paris are the world's greatest young heroes. Simon! The fastest demiboy on Earth, but needs to improve his endurance. Zoé! He REALLY hates his brothers! Denise! They’ve got bracelets, and a rope! Cosette! A human taser with outdated slang! Lacey! The animal shapeshifter who sometimes eats meat! Jean! A spectacular magician who can talk in reverse and confuse people! Ismael! He successfully managed Superman’s signature curl! Marc! This alien prince is already spoken for, boys! Mireille! She can and will destroy your eardrums! And Aurore! She hates dolphins and finds them to be jerks! Evil-doers beware! These kids are doing things! Everywhere! With their underwear on the outside!
*The DC Kids look around for the source of the voice*
Aurore: Where is that coming from?!
Simon: *Searching through his bag* I-is there like a tape recorder somewhere?
Marc: *Blasts a hole through the wall* Still can’t find it!
#miraculous ladybug#miraculous#marc anciel#Zoé Lee#Aurore beauréal#mireille caquet#Jean duparc#mlb ocs#dc comics#answered ask#ask me stuff
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Disparate Thoughts on Dungeon Meshi
I'm an anime-only watcher, so no spoilers beyond what's currently aired (eps 1-3) + mild map spoilers for a random 3.5e D&D module (Sunless Citadel).
- I'm not the first nor will I be the last to harp on the English localised title but Delicious in Dungeon sucks. I do, however, think going with the "DnD" naming scheme was a nugget of a good idea (let's face it, "Dungeon Food" sucks too). Maybe "Diners in Dungeon"/"Dungeons & Diners" instead (as in those who dine, not a place where one dines). Or "Dungeon Dine" (like "dungeon dive"). Regardless, I'll just be calling it Dungeon Meshi going forward.
- I don't know if this is coloured by me going into this series with the knowledge that Ryoko Kui loves Baldur's Gate 1 and 2 or a wider ripple effect of eastern dungeon-fantasy conventions being shaped by there not being an official Japanese translation of D&D between Basic and 5e, but the world-building's vibe is old-school D&D as hell. It feels like it was written by someone who maybe never got the chance to play the tabletop game much but spent hours poring over the 1e Monster Manual in hopes of getting a campaign off the ground (and ended up penning a manga instead, game scheduling be damned). There's the disarming of traps, feeling for secret doors, and even the iconic red dragon as seen on the covers of the Basic Dungeon Master's Handbook and 1e Monster Manual being the dungeon boss.
Design-wise, the dungeon's layout it reminds me a bit of the map from Ruins of Castle Greyhawk or The Sunless Citadel (pictured below, right).
- The main cast is very tropey at the moment. Quite literally all the Basic classes are covered; the generic white man Fighter (Lv 1, no multi-attack yet :P) as the party face, the halfling/thief, the elf/wizard, the missing cleric, the dwarf... This works for this point in the narrative but doesn't make me particularly attached to any of them. They need another overarching obstacle.
- I generally don't like Studio Trigger's output (not the Imaishi-involved stuff anyway; Gridman fucks) but I respect how bouncy their animation usually is. So, I was excited to watch something animated by Trigger but not (originally) written by them. Dungeon Meshi, however, looks static and resorts too often to Dutch angles to maintain visual interest. There's a bit of an art shift in episode 3 where this improves; more fun "off-model" moments, the movements get a little bouncier, more color harmony. Hopefully, this stays and isn't just a guest director fluke.
Form the snippets I've seen on the manga, Kui suffers a bit from "draw background killed my grandma", thus her ability to make her simple character designs emote well has to carry the page. The anime does the opposite; super detailed backgrounds but flat shading/lack of texture on the characters creates a need for them to over-emote with a "screen-shake" effect in order to stand out from their surroundings, which I could see getting old fast.
The main event, the food, looks better in the anime than in the manga due to colour and animation bringing it to life.
- I don't usually laugh at Japanese comedies because they're either too slapstick for my tastes or too pun heavy for my JP comprehension level. Dungeon Meshi gets a point for making me "lol" more than once.
- Finally, a good panty shot:
- I watched episode 3 dubbed. EN Marcille > JP Marcille (I say this as a stickler for subs). The rest of the dub cast is fine but I'm probably sticking with JP because JP Laios' ability to scream > EN Laios (EN is a great generic white man, though). I'm not familiar with most of the JP voice cast. I think Chilchuck is my fave in JP.
Both languages have little breathing room between lines of dialog and I was hoping the EN dub would play around with the fact that the character speaking isn't necessarily the one on screen (thus less lip-flap matching, especially for Senshi, who has few indicators that he's actually speaking even when he's onscreen) but alas.
I'll do another one of these if I have more to say later in the season 🥂
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Something that’s been kind of in the back of my mind lately is like, a few weeks ago, maybe more like a month or two ago atp, I took a big step back from the amount of time I was spending on studying Japanese and translating. It felt like it was all I ever spent time on, I worked on it at least a couple hours every day at home and I worked on it during my free time at work, it just felt like it was all I did. Between that and actually watching wrestling it felt like that was all I had time for.
And as soon as I did take that step back it was quickly very apparent that that had been the right call. As soon as I took away the obligation of having to stay “caught up” on everything and having to have everything done right away, I very quickly felt a lot better myself, and also found myself loving wrestling again now that I could take the time to enjoy it rather than forcing myself to watch a certain amount every single day and always be translating.
But a part of me is also disappointed and really doesn’t know what to do any more. Like, I really poured myself into that for the better part of 2 years, which is a long time but also not very long in the grand scheme of things, and part of the reason for that was that it was something I could focus so much on that isn’t my actual life, but another part is that it really felt like maybe it could be a way out. That was something that maybe I could turn into a career, you know, not that I’d get to work on wrestling stuff all the time if I was doing it as a job but like, it was like maybe if I put enough energy into this I can get out of here, go be somewhere else, have a job I actually enjoy.
And instead just. Nope. Lol nah sorry. Maybe I’m just not capable of putting “enough” energy into anything. It’s like that old saying right, conventional wisdom says “Do something you love and you’ll never work a day in your life.” But no, actually, work is the problem, full stop. Do something you love and you will be in a great mood while you burn yourself out, and then you find yourself incapable of doing anything at all, and then you stop loving it. It feels like the only option is actually just “don’t work” but like. Gotta pay the rent somehow. I just. I don’t know, fuck, what the fuck am I supposed to do with myself now.
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bnha logistics dont make sense - students ver.
based on this post:
Not gonna lie, I spent a few hours trying to figure out Japan’s logistics in my mind. According to the BNHA wiki, only Todoroki, Bakugo and Midoriya were born in Musutafu, which is a fictional prefecture supposedly near Shizuoka. Besides them, only Jirou and Tokoyami live in Shizuoka. So, here is the problem: while the public transportation in Japan is good, it still is a big stretch to say that all UA students are able to commute to school-home everyday, especially when considering that the typical school day has a duration of at least 8.am till 4pm (which is the average school day without counting clubs, which aren’t so common at UA. However, if we take in consideration that the students are seen going home as the sun sets in the first season, just after the first combat lesson from All Might- early spring, going by the Japanese school calendar-, it's solid evidence that school days can go until roughly 6pm.).
Some of the first year students, like Shouji, live in Fukuoka, in the Kyushu region. The train(the public transportation train, not to be mistaken for the bullet train, which is too expensive to be taken on a regular basis) takes at least 5 hours to go from one city to the other. Kamakiri from 1-B is even worse, as he lives in Nagasaki. Just the trip from Nagasaki to Shizuoka takes approximately 7 hours by public transport and 5 by bullet train.
Uraraka, the only student who gets explicitly confirmed to be living in an apartment without her parents, was born in the Mie prefecture. A quick google search confirms that a train ticket (the fastest method between car, bus and train) takes a bit more than 2 hours on the trip (quick fun fact:a Shinkansen pass with the duration of 7 days costs 50k yen, which roughly translates to 336 dollars!)
Here the bullshit gets worse: Iida, Hagakure, Sero, and Ojiro from 1-A, Shoda, Bondo and Kaibara from 1-B are all said to be born in Tokyo prefecture, and not a single one of them is mentioned to be living without their parents or in apartments closer to UA. Iida also implies that he still lives with his parents(before the dorms, of course). The trip from Tokyo to Shizuoka is said to take around 2 hours and approximately 20 minutes, so, unless every single one of them wakes up at least 5:40 am (not even counting the time it takes to eat breakfast, wear the uniform, exit the house and walk to the station), they won’t be able to make to UA at 8:00 am.
Not to mention, of course, that Iida canonically is a big nerd who always gets to school early, so-
Assuming the heroics classes are consistent and the students leave school around 6pm, and estimating a rough timing of 10 minutes to go to the train station, and another 10-minute walk to their homes:
6.pm + 10-minute walk + 2:20 of train ride + 10-minute walk = 8:40pm
(note: Musutafu is speculated to be in the eastern region of Shizuoka, having direct connection to the sea. It means it shares borders with Kanagawa, and potentially has a direct connection with Yamanashi. Tokyo is directly north of Kanagawa, so in theory, is one of the closest prefectures geographically. It can’t be actually confirmed due to Musutafu being a pure fictional location. The rest of the students, except for the ones that live in Aichi(Yanagi, Yaoyorozu and Asui) and Nagano, which also share a direct border with Shizuoka,)
In conclusion: unless at least 80% of the first years already live in Shizuoka (or Musutafu, actually), they would have less than 10 hours to sleep, study, train, interact with family and friends and take care of their basic necessities.
BNHA doesn’t make sense. Honestly, what the fuck.
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Thursday again: recovery edition
honestly I spent most of the week being extremely passive in bed, unsurprisingly.
Listening
Me: how long can it take to listen to some Kirby music?
YouTube: just the boss themes laid end to end will take three hours
Me: ...sounds like a Project!
Me much, much later: the penguin boss theme has claimed my soul
youtube
Eating
I can buy marble halvah by the pound at the international supermarket! Whoot whoot.
Drinking
Off the menu this week.
Reading
Every TV Tropes entry on my fave pink puffball Kirby. It took...awhile.
We are not in the universe where Meta Knight is played by Clint Eastwood and that's sad because he's absolutely a spaghetti western protagonist in the shape of an adorable ball.
Watching
As you may have inferred I have a pink puffball on the brain this week, so I went off to see if the fan translation of the Kirby anime had ever restarted from where they stalled out around episode 75.
(listen, I don't want my battle penguin to sound like George Bush. Japanese vocals all the way.)
answer: they finished! It's on Dailymotion! All hundred episodes! So I rewatched the pilot and was once again delighted with the story engine of "what if everything wrong with the universe up to and including Lovecraft monster squid was actually the fault of Amazon". Like. Solid premise.
I don't think I can binge watch these, but I will absolutely be coming back to them.
Writing
A mere month after finishing off Catching the Butterfly, I appear to once again be writing bits of the crossover from hell. might as well give in and name the series that, since it's gonna be one.
They will probably go on A03 eventually. But I need a title first. Which is partly a philosophical problem- as loosely as the story was following the plot of Genesis of the Daleks (not at all really) I did struggle my way to the end of that storyline, and it's over. Whatever storyline might shape up in the aftermath would be an entirely different tale and I don't know what name it bears yet. Also I'm moderately certain my ex is creeping my A03 account but not my Tumblr, and I'd kinda like to have an idea what I'm doing before it goes up over there.
wait. fuck. 50s aesthetic + Brits means skiffle.
*long sigh* I don't even like skiffle but the logic is inarguable.
On a related note, the Bad Ending Genesis AU I was having the sads about last week is now done. Sometimes you just end up writing the Cold Equations and it's like. oops.
you can really tell I spend my leisure time pounding the keyboard, huh.
(I have not figured out how to fic Kirby. Which is weird.
Puffball puffball puffball.
I'll stop now.)
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wait im literally still bored and my fav thing to do is answer questions !!! so imma do that even tho nobody asked
used a random question generator, linked here
maybe i'll be sneaky and turn it into a tag game bc WELP im feeling like a menace
tagging my mom @thevampywolf just for shits n giggles
what have you created that you are most proud of?
bro this sounds cocky but a few things, i love them all equally so i'll list them:
my over 70,000 word novel that i've written with one of my best friends
my skateboard, which i spent hours designing the back of, i used posca paint pens to create a comic strip design with a custom character i created!
one of my first and fav kpop album redesigns...i was so excited and happy w how it turned out!!
have you ever saved someone's life?
sort of, in a way. one of my old friends (she now goes to a new school and we don't talk as much anymore) had pots, which is an illness that causes unprovoked fainting/seizures. she would faint, and be unconcious for up to 20mins, and sometimes would have seizures after fainting. other times, she would have times where she would faint multiple times, but only be unconcious for less than a minute, but would faint frequently (maybe 5-10 in an hour). because she was in our class, i did feel a lot of responsibility for looking after her. the teachers knew to call the nurse and the ambulance during her long faints/seizures, and i would go with my friend to show the ambulance where to go. we got so used to running to the school office that i swear our cardio skills built up. we have dealt with one of her faints outside of school too though, without any adult support, which was much scarier, but we managed ok. so i think a bit?
what's your favourite piece of clothing you own?
again, cannot choose. my wardrobe is my baby; she is a collection that is never ending and eclectic and so, so me. she's what i spend most of my money on (other than kpop concerts) and i love her sm.
some of my favs are:
my dungarees
my miniskirts (denim y2k style one and my beige pleated one that i sewed myself are my absolute favs)
all my pastel knitwear, most of which is secondhand!
other things that arent rly clothes but i love anyways are:
my clompers (platform doc martens)
my star hairclips (a personality trait)
legwarmers
what's something you wished you figured out sooner?
the fact that mf orange juice fucks with my adhd meds. like thank you mum for telling me TWO MONTHS AFTER I STARTED MY MEDICATION like i swear one month is 30 days right, and x2 is 60, and i literally know that at least 20/60 days i SWALLOWED my pills using orange juice. NO WONDER THEY LITERALLY DIDNT WORK
also that you don't have to please everyone
but mainly that orange juice fact bc THAT RLY WAS A FUCKING SHOCK
what's your go-to dance move?
i mostly listen to kpop meaning i mostly do the proper dances so i'm just gonna list my fav kpop dances i break out into even when the song isn't playing:
yes or yes by twice
talk that talk by twice
thunderous by skz
unkpop:
slut drop (im a menace i already told yall)
if you had to change your name, what would you change it to?
ive thought of this question every day of my life and i have a few ideas
so first is yuri (pronounced more like yu-li) and it's literally the direct japanese translation of my name, and i think its so cute. another would be star, bc i've grown to love it so much, and another would be hana bc that means flower in japanese!
random ass questiontime be like
ok love yall
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Charisma House - The Seven Charisma‘s “Otsukarisma! Year-end party“ lyrics translation (english)
The charismatic year-end party is beginning!
English lyrics translation for “Otsukarisma! Year-end party“. Japanese lyrics can be found on uta-net.
TL notes:
Otsukarisma is a pun on otsukare (nice work, good job, etc.) and charisma.
Terra’s “bea-bea-bea-bea-beam” is written with the kanji for beauty 美, like “美・美・美 美ーーーム！”. It’s a pun on how beam is written in Japanese.
The following are references in the video noted by シカベロス in the Youtube comments. Thought it was pretty cool to take note of.
Sarukawa -> “Denpa shounen” (reality TV show)
Iori -> “Doraemon” (kids cartoon)
Amahiko -> “Tamori Club“ and “Soramimi hour” (variety shows)
Fumiya -> The others are surely recognizable but there’s also Japanese social network sites 2ch/2chan and mixi in there, which people might be unfamiliar with.
Disclaimer that these lyrics merely serve as a translation and do not follow up on rhythm, rhyme and the like.
Rikai: Otsukarisma for another year! The Charismatic year-end party is beginning!
Rikai: Now then everyone let us properly reminisce on the past year!
A year spent maintaining discipline in a proper manner
Do not corrupt the sharehouse’s morals but correct them
The ones that disobey shall be punished at once~♪
Rikai: Terra-san, please go on ahead.
Another year where life is beautifully me
The universe shines with me
The world’s tears equals rain The world’s sighs equals wind
Terra-kun’s beauty will SAVE THE EARTH!
The self-love is unstoppable!
Aah geez… bea-bea-bea-bea-beam!!
Sarukawa: That don’t make any sense! I’ll take care of it!
I ain’t lookin’ back No is NO!
Right’s left! Left’s right!
“Nicely done, you must be tired” you say? I ain’t tired at all!
My wishes for next year? Ain’t telling you!
Terra: (Well then you don’t have to tell me)
Don’t fuck with me I’ll tell ya Ya see my wishes always
fall on deaf ears-….… I blurted it out!
Shit I can’t keep going on like this!!
Another year for a steady charisma charge (hey!)
Your charisma break’s also around the corner
Fine charisma Gathered at a temporary residence
Everyone otsukarisma for another year! (Cheers!)
Rikai: The order is getting quite disrupted here
Rikai: Iori-san, please go on ahead with a proper second turn!
Iori: Yes gladly!
Everyone’s dog all year round That’s me Iori Woo-woof (shake shake sit!)
Cooking laundry leaning human sacrifice
Come on hurry up! Can you stamp it here?
Sign the contract as soon as possibleee-
And please do renew our contract next year!
Amahiko: Amahiko is c*ming up next!
Spring is bloomingly sexy
Summer is sweatingly sexy
Fall is gloomily sexy
Winter is yearning bodily warmth
This year was sexy too
Dance amigo Sing amore
It’ll be another year of m*rriage!
Amahiko: Now Ohse-kun You’re up next
I’m sorry for still staying alive this year
I’m the picture perfect of shitty garbage A sore loser
An age where you can choose out of different ways to die
Hanging Jumping off Pick and choose
Haah, haah, haah, haah
Which is why a worthless human being like me
will surely die next year…
Terra, Amahiko, Rikai, Iori: You caaaan’t!
Rikai: Alright! Pull yourself together and let’s sing!
Another year for a steady charisma charge (hey!)
Your charisma break’s also around the corner
Fine charisma Gathered at a temporary residence
Everyone otsukarisma for another year! (Cheers!)
Amahiko: The year-end party’s also sexy, isn’t it
Sarukawa: I am still who I am next year
Terra: Terra-kun’s truly beautiful
Ohse: I want to die already…
Iori: Next year’s also self-sacrifice! Contribution! Free service!
Rikai: (Pipipiiiii) Good grief! The year-end party has turned into a mess!
Rikai: Fumiya-san, I beg of you to say something!
Fumiya: Hm? Aah…
365 days in a year It’s just a convenience to end it there
Within one’s consciousness irrelevant mere tales continue to drift
Memories that won’t fade even if you try to forget
Whether you live or die it’s an everlasting record that continues
Hold onto what’s good? Erase what’s bad?
It’s dangerous monism Now get ready
All of it is part of us
And we’re part of the world
Don’t want to deal with too much trouble
A journey seeking where one fits in Good job everyone
Rikai: I somewhat don’t get it but he wrapped it up!
Another year for a steady charisma charge (hey!)
Your charisma break’s also around the corner
Fine charisma Gathered at a temporary residence
Everyone otsukarisma for another year!
We wish you a charismatic new year! (Cheers!)
#charisma house#charismahouse#ito fumiya#kusanagi rikai#motohashi iori#minato ohse#tendou amahiko#terra#sarukawa kei
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Weekend greetings from Xiǎo-Guǐ and me!
Past year has definitely been An Experience. Got fired, did a very shoddy education course, the entire plan that required that education fell apart, and then insurance issues meant I've been without my asthma meds for months. Lastly, my originally very minor debt tripled due to a number of things and not having a job for a while (seriously the list of shit that made my debt is insane at this point).
So not a great year. But! I got my fur baby, who has absolutely kept me going thru all this shite. I would have had such a terrible reaction to this year without her, an absolute lifeline of a pet. 😻 And I have a new job so I should be able to start paying off my loans and what's left on my emergency fund credit card. It has been a majorly stressful learning experience.
One thing is that I definitely don't think I can rely on other people for plans that involve me. My trust in people and my ability to rely on others has already been a major issue due to past issues and trauma, and unfortunately, this year really added this other issue to the list hahaha... I think I've been coasting on my own general understanding of psychology/therapy and my own issues/traumas to get by, but I really want to be able to make some more close friends and actually feel like I can trust/rely on them, and I'm just hitting a wall by myself. So therapy is a major goal now, instead of just a vague "yeah could be useful but I don't think I Need it right now". This emotional disconnect with people is definitely wearing me down lately.
Two, doing the medical billing certification helped me learn what I actually want to do with my life - career wise specifically. I absolutely didn't find this experience enjoyable or even worth it at all. The plan I was doing it all for fell thru spectacularly, and it was a major waste of $3000. The only reason I did it was because I was guaranteed jobs afterwards, and Everyone then stated they couldn't afford a biller once I finished. On top of that, anyone else I tried getting that job with also didn't want to hire billers at all (most small practices are doing it all themselves simply bc they don't want to pay someone else to do it and say it's easy enough - despite how often they have rejected claims and audits bc they don't know what they're doing, medical billing is fucking Hard, ok!) or only wanted billers who had extensive experience as nurses. Which is ridiculous. So I'm just chucking it all out the window and taking the loss for another painful learning experience.
Three, all that crap aside, it really made me want to rekindle my love of languages and my dream of being a translator. I had dropped the thought entirely after I left high school because my hearing was significantly fucked by then - and for some reason if I couldn't be an interpreter, I couldn't be a translator at all either??? No idea what I was thinking but it does mean I've missed out on a decade of potential learning! So I've been looking into universities that have translating and linguistics degrees - which is very few. I've checked out a few of them and I believe I've settled on one. It has both degrees and the languages I want to continue learning. I'm thinking that I'll do a Linguistics Bachelor's with Mandarin, alongside an Asian Studies certificate with Japanese; then after I'd do the Translation & Interpretation Studies Major with French - they only do French, Spanish, German, and Russian for this, and I've already spent over 5 years learning French and Japanese together. It would be a long road for me but I know I would enjoy it no matter what.
Four, I always wanted to get out of my current city and was looking at a much smaller one about an hour south that I liked but. My mother returned from Utah this year and is just 25 minutes away from that city. Her entire family is actually in a kind of circle around that city and I do Not want to be in the same state as any of them. Moving closer to my stalker is not possible. So since I believe I've found the university I want to go to, I'm thinking I'll move to Wisconsin and get away from them entirely instead. I'm not sure how soon this'll happen as I really need to clear up my new debt before doing a huge move. But I'm so excited for what such a major change will do for the hopes and goals I have now. I move apartments frequently but this city is one I've lived in for... fuck, at least 19 years oh my stars. I so need to leave, hahaha.
Five, I'm doing a workshop thru a Trans Foundation to help me finally get my name changed on Friday! I've been putting it off for so long and I put a deadline on myself that I had to get it done by the time I'm 33 - I just turned 33 last month. It's time.
But all these plans will hopefully culminate in me moving overseas to Belgium - probably the south bc they speak French there instead of Dutch - it's such a dream of mine to be a translator living on a narrow boat with my fur babies and Not live in the US. Now to start working on making it happen.
#reddspeak#long post#this is absolute word vomit#i just kept adding stuff over the past several hours lol#but yeah. tough year. painful learning.#i got my actual goals now so i gotta kick my arse into going for them#coasting aint cuttin it anymore
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Speak To My Heart
Rowaelin Month, Day 15: A bad day
Word count: 3422
Warnings: language, bit of depression, fighting. In short, there is angst in this fic. Hope the ending makes up for the rest.
Linguistics and foreign languages are two of my personal passions, so please bear with the bits of language talk that I couldn’t resist including. Brief word of clarification: a lot of expressions we use in English either translate into something extremely rude or don’t make sense in other languages. Translation companies have been trying for quite some time to make sure they don’t accidentally send a client a translated instruction manual that reads “fuck your mother” instead of “for questions, contact your local energy department.” All right I’ll get off my soapbox. :)
The phrases in foreign languages, marked with *, are translated into English at the end. Enjoy!
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Rowan’s day had been shit. The second he walked through the door, he’d been bombarded with an endless slew of crash reports, malfunctioning equipment, faulty passwords, and best of all, having to rewrite half the security firewalls because one of the rash young idiots in his department couldn’t be bothered to check his work for errors before sending it to management. And management thought it was the department boss’s job to fix all of his employees’ fuckups.
He hated IT.
Even more so since being promoted to department chair.
All he wanted to do was the fun stuff--program design and development, fixing the flaws in his own designs, and of course making those who tried to break into his company’s systems regret their pitiful existence. But Cadre Tech’s bitch of a CEO refused to let the best software engineer on her staff actually do his job.
Most days, he could cope with the pile of useless shit she directed to his desk. Most days. Today was not one of those days. Probably because on top of all the meaningless tasks he’d had to field, he was also forced to sit through one of Maeve’s bullshit “department head strategy sessions,” where every department chair had to pretend they gave a single shit about any word coming from their CEO’s garishly red, pinched mouth.
As if she knew anything her staff actually did.
Thanks to the compulsory meeting, Rowan was stuck in his office at nearly ten o’clock, painstakingly combing through the final draft of the update to CT’s translation program. This program had shot the company to fame and fortune, or at least insane stock value. “A Google Translate that actually translates,” their marketing department called it, and by the gods, that stupid slogan worked. And made sense. Rowan knew the program was just as good as it claimed to be.
He’d put in the hours, alongside a team of linguists, software engineers, designers, and people fluent in at least one other language. Frequent were the sessions where the project whiteboard turned into a jumble of words in twenty or more languages, Spanish alongside Arabic next to a column of simplified Japanese characters spilling over into a row of Cyrillic lettering. Rowan himself spoke German and some Spanish, but even he was lost amid the cacophony of eighteen different people switching from language to language, trying to figure out how idiomatic expressions translated from one language to another and what words should never, ever be placed together.
It took the team well over a year of bickering, or as they called it, friendly linguistic disagreements, to make it from loosely mapped concept to functioning program. By the time it hit the market three years ago, the software had been so well promoted that companies all over the world snapped up their chance to finally communicate properly with the client they’d offended years ago with a bad translation.
At launch, of course, Maeve stood in front of a sea of shouting reporters brandishing microphones, smiling her serpentine smile, and proceeded to thank the creative team for all their “contributions” before taking all the credit herself.
Said creative team went to the bar that had become their usual gathering spot that night to get drunk and shit-talk their horrible boss, not necessarily in that order.
His favorite memory of that night was hearing the chief linguist, an outside contract with multiple advanced degrees who spoke eight separate languages besides English fluently, refer to Maeve as “quella puttana rugosa che non riusciva a convincere un cazzo a venire a dieci metri da lei se si vestiva da figa.*” The Italian speakers on the team were crying with laughter, and so was everyone else, once she translated it.
And then she downed another shot of vodka and hissed something that sounded like “sukya bliyad, no puedo mich betrinken con esta ordures.**” When everyone blinked in confusion, she sighed and relayed the sentiment in English.
Nobody had laughed as hard as Rowan. Aelin Galathynius just had that effect on him.
She brightened his darkest days.
But she couldn’t ease the strain of today.
And it was all his fault.
~
Aelin glanced up at the clock on her wall and cursed in three different languages when she saw that it was nearly eleven. Without meaning to, she’d spent all afternoon and evening writing lesson notes on idiomatic expressions. She really couldn’t help herself once she got into the topic; it was her pet project.
And the subject of one of her dissertations. Yes, she had multiple.
She’d worked her ass off for years to get through college, then through graduate and doctoral work while teaching at universities to offset costs, then earned a full-time teaching position at one of the top-ranked universities in the world. She got to teach linguistics, her lifetime love, and give guest lectures at other universities and at conferences, teaching people all over the world about the complexities and interrelatedness of language. Hell, she spoke ten; she’d be qualified to speak on linguistic relationships by virtue of that alone.
Gods, she was the chief linguist behind the most successful translation software ever produced. Even if the bitch who owned the rights to said software had literally threatened to sue over ownership rights if any of the people who’d poured their figurative blood and sweat and literal tears into building the program tried to claim a small piece of the credit each of them so richly deserved.
That software and her role in its creation--even though Maeve Ond had claimed the public credit, the creative team spoke at interviews and made news features for their work in Cadre Tech’s massive success--had solidified her credentials as a professor of linguistics, had boosted her into her lecturer spot.
Last year, her university granted her tenure.
She should have been overjoyed, and she was, but not as much as earning tenure deserved.
Because there was nobody to share her joy.
Three years ago, in the wake of CT’s overnight jump to worldwide fame, Aelin fled a love she did not and never would deserve.
She told herself she would never look back. But she did. Almost every day, she looked back at the life she’d shared with Rowan and tried to convince herself that she did the right thing.
Try as she might, she could never silence the whisper that echoed always in her mind.
“You broke both of your hearts”
Someday, she told herself, someday she would be back in Doranelle. Someday, she would have a chance to apologize. Someday, maybe she could fix the Rowan-shaped chasm that gaped wide in her heart.
Yet here she was, sitting in a very nicely appointed hotel room in the university district of Doranelle, typing furiously away as if burying herself in notes and prep for tomorrow’s lecture could make the urge to contact Rowan disappear.
~
Three years earlier. Doranelle.
“Knock, knock.”
Rowan’s head jerked up from where it had most definitely not been slumped on his desk. “Wha--Oh. Hi, Aelin.”
“You’re falling asleep, buzzard, let’s go home.” He heard laughter in her soft voice.
“As if you won’t just get home and start cross-checking every single one of the phrases on your ‘potential problem’ list.”
She chuckled, walking over to him. “Fine. We’re both perfectionist work whores. Doesn’t mean we don’t need sleep.”
“I know you too well to believe you’re actually going to sleep.”
“All right, you win. Come home now, I’ll make some food, and you can put me to bed.” She winked saucily at him, leaving very little doubt what putting her to bed would entail, and he was up out of his chair in seconds.
“Hand over your computer, Fireheart,” he grinned as they walked into the small house they shared on the outskirts of the city.
“What?”
“Your computer, love. I’m leaving both of our work bags on the shelf by the front door so we can actually catch some rest tonight.” He pressed a finger to her mouth to silence her protests. “Uh-uh, Ae, we have interviews tomorrow and I won’t let the genius behind this program’s flawless word-to-word be anything but well-rested.”
She sighed, but he saw the love in her eyes. “Here, then, my dear brilliant software engineer. Leave your notebook, too, because I know if it’s anywhere near you, you’ll be up at three in the morning scribbling blocks of gibberish and picking apart your faultless code until you go insane.”
Both of their work satisfactorily put aside, Aelin made good on her promise to cook Rowan dinner.
And then he made very good on his promise to put her to bed.
The next morning, they were both awake with the sunrise, content to lay curled in each other’s arms as the morning light spread across their room.
Rowan drifted back into sleep, waking for good when he caught a whiff of coffee from the kitchen’s direction.
“Morning, you sleepy buzzard,” Aelin grinned, sipping from her mug.
Rowan dropped a kiss on her head as he reached for his mug. He took a long drink, sighing as the milky, sweetened caffeine hit his mouth.
“I will never understand how you drink your coffee black, Fireheart.”
“Not all of us need to sweeten the hell out of coffee to drink it, Ro. Maybe if you can’t handle the real thing, you should go back to your pretty little cups of crappy cafe tea.”
“Mention my pretty little teacups again, Ae…”
She giggled. “You be quiet and drink your coffee-flavored milk, my love. We both know you’re impossibly grumpy until you have caffeine in your veins.”
He grumbled something unintelligible as he drank his coffee.
They were nearly late to work that morning, even having planned an extra half hour to arrive, thanks to Aelin wearing what Rowan dubbed her “sexy professor suit.” She fixed the pins in her French twist in the car, making herself once again a portrait of professionalism, and slipped Rowan’s hand from her leg.
“Two hands on the wheel, Whitethorn.”
He pouted. “But I’m a safe driver and I want to hold your hand.”
“My hands are over here, love, not down by my skirt.”
When he pulled into his spot, Aelin closed her eyes and took a deep, slow breath.
“You good, Fireheart?”
Gods, she loved hearing him call her that. “Yeah. I just…needed a moment to settle myself. To tell myself the cameras aren’t here to tear apart what I say.”
Rowan wrapped his hands around hers. “Dr. Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, the bland reporters are here to stand in awe of your expertise. Not a single word you say will come across as anything but brilliant and beautifully said.”
She squeezed his hands, her usual confidence returning. “I love you, buzzard.”
“I love you too, Fireheart. Let’s go talk about our amazing achievement.”
The day sped by in a blur of reporters, interviewers, teleprompters, practiced speeches, lights, cameras, and crew. When the last bleached-blonde anchor of the last interview of the day cut her crew’s cameras, Aelin flopped against her second-in-linguistic-command, Dr. Nehemia Ytger, the expert on ethnic African languages.
“If I never see a news crew again, it’ll be too soon,” she sighed. “I’m beat.”
Nehemia snickered. “But we’re done talking about how proud we are that Maeve and her marvelous company have done such a grand service to the world.”
Aelin snorted softly. “Right. And now we servicepeople want to go home and take off our heels.”
“Amen to that.”
As the team filed out of the studio, Rowan made his way over to Aelin. “Holding up?”
“Not anymore,” she said, leaning casually into his side. “My heels are killing me, there’s a hairpin stabbing into my scalp, and I really, really need to pee.”
Rowan laughed, deep and husky. “Let’s get you home, then.”
“I’m stopping in the bathroom first.”
Just before she left the ladies’ room, Aelin heard voices in the break area. Familiar voices--Rowan’s, Maeve’s, and the snippy, borderline whiny tones of Remelle Frelau, who worked in the marketing department and had a hell of a boner for Rowan.
“--looking at revenue over--” Maeve’s voice cut out, but from the gasps of the other two, the revenue was through the roof.
“And it’s all thanks to this genius here,” drawled Remelle, who if Aelin had her guess was probably clinging onto Rowan like a platinum-blonde leech.
“Ms. Frelau, this was the product of a team. No single person could possibly have made it happen alone.”
“Oh, call me Remelle, or even better Remy. And you’re the team leader, so you practically did create it by yourself.”
Aelin snickered to herself. Vapid bitch had no idea what she was saying.
“That’s not how teams work, Ms. Frelau. We wouldn’t be here without Dr. Galathynius and Dr. Ytger’s language expertise, not to mention the creative genius of the engineers, graphic designers, linguists, and programmers.”
“Ms. Frelau, though her judgment is clearly biased, has a point, Mr. Whitethorn,” Mave said. “You demonstrated remarkable collaborative leadership qualities throughout this project, and I fully expect that you will continue to do so.” Maeve’s heels clicked away. Rowan’s voice followed her.
“Thank you, Ms. Ond, but I have to credit Dr. Galathynius--”
“Will you stop kissing that woman’s ass?” snorted Remelle. “Gods, she’s not worth your time or your praise; all she does is translate words into different languages and you idiots drool over that like it means anything.”
Aelin jerked like she’d been slapped. She knew Remelle was a self-centered, shallow, spiteful bitch, but she hadn’t known she would do this.
“--did more for this project than you and your useless whiteboard of catchphrases,” growled Rowan.
“I don’t care what she ‘did for the project,’ Rowan, she’s never going to be good enough for you.”
“Thank you for caring about my welfare, Frelau, now please kindly fuck off.”
Aelin chose that moment to saunter out of the bathroom and head straight for Rowan, her face showing no hint of having heard that conversation. She did note with satisfaction Remelle’s vain attempt to march out of the room with some semblance of dignity. Too bad her heel caught on the seam of the hallway carpet and the break room’s tile flooring and she had to grab the doorframe to keep from collapsing.
“You’re awfully quiet, Aelin.”
“Just thinking. Processing, really. It’s been a hell of a day.”
Rowan nodded. “I bet.”
“And hearing fucking Remelle rip into me for being useless…didn’t make it better.”
“Shit, you heard that?”
“Yeah. I heard that.” Her voice was hollow.
Rowan pulled into their driveway and shut off the engine. Reaching across the console, he cupped Aelin’s face in his hands. “Aelin. You are brilliant. You are terrifyingly smart. You are a force of nature. Nothing, nothing you will ever do is useless. Don’t let that jealous bitch make you think you are less than the perfect woman.”
She smiled tentatively at him. “She…she told me before that last interview that I could never be enough for you. Because you--because of Lyria.”
Rowan raked a hand through his hair. “Ae, can we talk about this inside?”
That night, he told her about his former fiancé, Lyria. He told her about their whirlwind romance, their youthful dreams. He told her about the horrific crash that stole away Lyria’s life. A drunk trucker, a narrow pass in the mountains. He showed her the box in which he kept all the memories of that life. He cried. Aelin cried. He curled against her, let her comfort him.
“Sometimes, I wish she was still here. She’d understand everything. She always did.”
Aelin had no response. She let Rowan fall asleep, his weight shifting off her and into his bed, and looked through the box. Everything she saw served as another reminder that this was the first woman he loved, the woman who understood everything.
She was worthy of him.
But was Aelin?
The more she looked at Rowan and Lyria’s happiness, the more the answer solidified.
No.
When Rowan woke up the next morning, Lyria’s box sat on Aelin’s side of the bed, a side that had not held Aelin.
He glanced out the window.
Her car was gone.
He got up and frantically paced through the house.
Everything she’d brought into his home was gone.
As was she.
~
Present day.
Rowan opened his front door mechanically, pulled off his shoes, dropped his work backpack on its shelf, and was halfway to his bedroom before he realized he’d just opened his front door. His front door that was always locked.
Someone was in his house.
Someone who either had a duplicate key or insanely good lockpicking skills.
Exactly one person owned a duplicate key to his house.
Aelin.
That’s impossible, she lives in Orynth, she can’t be here, he told the traitorous part of his brain that leapt with joy at seeing Aelin’s face again.
He turned around and made his way through the kitchen--nobody there--to the living room. He flicked on a lamp, casting a soft light around the room.
And nearly had a heart attack.
Aelin Galathynius sat on his couch.
For a moment, he just gawked at her. She looked so…different. Older. Gone was the infectious smile that had captured his heart. Dark shadows smeared under her eyes, testament both to the long hours she devoted to her work and to recent sleepless nights. She was twisting a ring on her right hand, a familiar sign of her nerves. From his angle, Rowan could see a hint of dark script on her wrist. A tattoo. The Aelin he knew didn’t have tattoos.
“I’m not a ghost.” Her voice, weary and hollow, broke the tense silence.
Rowan crossed the room, propped an arm on the fireplace. “Why?”
“Why am I here? Why did I leave? Why did I cut you out of my life?”
“Everything.” He couldn’t keep the waver from his voice, but his eyes burned into hers.
She took a steadying breath. “I’m here to apologize, first of all. I’m here to face what I ruined and to try and start mending it. I’m here to come to terms with everything I broke when I left three years ago.”
Whatever he’d expected her to say, it certainly wasn’t that.
“I’m sorry, Rowan. I’m sorry I left like that. I was…I was scared.”
“You can’t just run away from your fears, Aelin!” He couldn’t keep the frustration from his tone. “You can’t just abandon someone when you have a bad day!”
“I’m sorry! I know I shouldn’t have left! I know I can’t run from my fears; I’ve spent the last three years trying and fucking failing to do that! But I don’t know what else to do.”
“Saying something about it would have been a good first step.”
“I’m bad at emotions, Rowan. I tried. It wasn’t enough.”
“That’s not a good enough excuse.”
Aelin flicked a tear from her face. “I know.” Her shoulders slumped. “I’m so sorry, Rowan. I should never have left. I let some stupid comment root into my head and make me doubt myself. I made myself believe I would never be good enough for you. I left you. I loved you, and I still left you. I still love you, even though I’ve tried to suppress it. I can never make up for that. I…I just wanted to tell you how much I’ve regretted that horrible decision all these years. I want you to be happy, Rowan, I--”
“How am I supposed to be happy without a source?” He’d dropped onto the couch, close enough to touch her but still keeping his distance.
“What?”
“You didn’t just take yourself away, Aelin. You were my happiness. I’ve spent three fucking years trying to make myself believe I’m better without you in my life, and I can’t.”
She was unabashedly crying by that point. “What do you want me to do? How can I make up for abandoning you?”
“Stay.”
Her gaze locked onto his, both of their eyes pooling with tears.
“Stay with me, Fireheart.”
“But--”
“I never stopped loving you either.”
A choked sob ripped out of Aelin. Rowan couldn’t hold himself in check any longer; he reached out and tugged her gently into his arms. To his shock, she didn’t resist, burying her face into his chest as sobs shook her shoulders. When she calmed, he tilted her chin up.
“Will you stay, Aelin?”
“Yes. Even though I will never deserve your forgiveness, yes.”
~
Translations:
* = “that pinched old whore who couldn’t convince a dick to come within ten metres of her if she dressed up provocatively” (Italian)
** = loosely translated as “Fucking hell, I can’t get drunk off this garbage.” (in order, Russian (badly phonetically spelled out because Rowan POV), Spanish, German, Spanish again, French) (the Russian doesn’t directly translate, so it could mean several different variations of expletive)
~
Might there be a second part? Perhaps......
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Umm i see you accept actor request, can i request logan lerman with male reader? It can be about their first trip together and also their first time since dating because they need the right time. And also reader the one that lead (and also top) while making sure logan relaxed. Maybe just praising and go slow? And aftercare? It's okay if it take long, i will wait for it :) thx btw
A/N: Heya! Thanks for requesting that fic! I’m sorry it took me a little bit of time but I hope you will enjoy it nonetheless :) There might not be a lot of praising but I hope you like it anyway ^^ I’m not very good at smut yet haha
Words: 2.3K - NSFW
Logan Lerman x Male Reader
“Finally!” you thought as you left the plane, hand in hand with your boyfriend. This year had been quite hectic for both of you, Logan had to shoot in a lot of movies, and you had been quite engrossed in the movie you were planning to direct. Actually, you had started dating around mid-March, after meeting him on set and discussing with him (and going to “dates” in each other’s trailer, though it was complicated with how much work you had and
You couldn’t go to many dates because both of you had decided not to engage in such activities in public yet. Logan and you just left complicated relationship and agreed on taking your time to be sure you really enjoyed each other’s company before actually doing a date together to be seen from everyone.
And now, here you were, walking inside Tokyo’s airport to retrieve your suitcases. Once you got them, you took out the little notebook with all the addresses of the places you would stay at and the ones you decided to absolutely visit with Logan. Logan started to lead you towards the subway so you could buy the tickets you’d need to go to the place you were going to live for the next few weeks before moving to another town to visit.
He was looking confused at the machine to take the ticket while you were figuring out which subways you had to take to be the closest from the house than you could. Luckily for both of you, you had studied Japanese in order to avoid being completely lost for when you would be in Japan. Once you found the right path to take you went back to Logan and took the tickets.
He looked at you with a gentle smile and kissed your cheek. You grinned and helped him with the luggage. You spent an hour in the different subways of Tokyo, as the airport was quite far from the place you rented, but of course you didn’t mind much.
You arrived in front of the house you rented in Adachi City, the house was quite beautiful, the outside looked pretty modern, but the walls hid a path that was in a typical Japanese style. You went to knock on the front and meet the landlady who greeted you with a smile. You bowed a little bit and she tried to formulate a little bit of words in English when you smiled and started to speak in you rusty Japanese. Hearing that she brightened and seemed relieved she won’t have to use google translate or something else.
She made you visit the house and after discussing a little bit more, she gave you the keys and left. Now that you were alone, in your cocoon for the next few weeks. You really loved the look of it, the perfect mix between traditional and some modernity. Most of the rooms looked traditional except for the kitchen that was pretty modern. Logan walked closer to you and put his arms on your shoulder, softly kissing you on the corner of your lips.
“Finally we’re able to spend some quality time together. What do you want to do today?”
“Obviously not a lot of things, maybe we can arrange the house to start and then go to sleep? You’re not tired?”
“Mmh I guess so… I think the adrenaline of being in another country help a lot.”
You smiled at him and kissed him softly on the lips, savouring this moment of peace and the knowledge of being far away from work and from everyone associated to it. Logan sighed when you stopped and you caressed his cheek, still smiling.
“C’mon, if you’re tired you can sleep a bit on the couch I’ll be unpacking the suitcases.”
“No, I’m not letting you do that all alone love! Maybe we can take a shower and we can sleep. Then tomorrow we’ll start unpack!”
You nodded, accepting his proposition and took one of his hands in yours.
“Good idea sweetheart.”
You lead each other towards the bathroom and started to run the hot water. While you were doing that, your boyfriend went to the suitcases taking your pyjamas. Once the tube was filled with hot water you started stripping, right as your lover came back. He whistled, making you laugh.
Logan took off his clothes too and you both went inside the burning hot bath, sighing in pleasure as the hot water attacked your skin. You hadn’t showered in more than 24 hours and being tired from the trip didn’t help you much but now you felt quite relieved.
Logan sat himself between your legs, his back on your chest and you smiled and wrapped an arm around his waist and kissed his shoulder. You stayed in the bath for a while, discussing and washing each other. Once you were fully clean you left the bath and dried yourselves with big, soft towels and put on your pyjamas.
You didn’t have time to stop at a shop and buy some food, so you decided to order typical Japanese food.
After half an hour the doorbell rung to open it while Logan trailed behind you, excited for the food. You discussed for a few moments with the deliverer and then closed the door.
“Do you know that you’re insanely hot when you speak Japanese?” says Logan as he wrapped his arms around you, kissing you between your shoulder blades.
You took his hand into yours and kissed his cheek.
“C’mon little simp, let’s eat!”
“Why are you mean to me?”
“I’m not mean love! That’s just the truth.”
He laughed as you sat on the ground, putting all the food on the table, Logan sat next to you and hummed as the smell of the miso soup and other hot food. You took out the chopsticks and gave a pair to Logan and quickly muttered a “bon appetite” before diving into the food. After a few bites both of you looked at each other with comical wide eyes and you stated:
“Holy shit this is the best Japanese food I ever ate!”
“Fuck yes! I won’t eat sushi that aren’t straight from Japan anymore!”
You had a great time eating and once you were full you went to brush your teeth and go to sleep. It was a bit weird as first because you slept in a futon for the first time ever but adapted quickly as you fell asleep with Logan’s head on your shoulder in 10 minutes.
The next morning you were awaken with soft kisses all over you face. Your eyes fluttered open and you smiled at the sight of Logan’s face close from yours. The other male winked at you and put a leg over you body and was now seated on your hips, smiling cheekily.
“Good morning to my favourite boyfriend.”
“I’m your only boyfriend Logan….”
“I know! And this is why as the boyfriend of the most beautiful man in the world I decided to woke you up to have a little bit of fun time together…”
You felt your face heating up and the blood rushed straight to your dick, poking Logan’s ass. The man laughed softly and looked at you with a certain glint in the eyes.
“Ooh you like this idea right? What are you waiting for then?”
You suddenly didn’t felt sleepy anymore and you flipped him under you taking him by surprise and making him wrap his legs around your waist. You now arbored a predatory grin on the face, one of your hands slipping under his shirt, softly caressing his sides. You leaned toward him and kissed him slowly but deeply. One of his hands caressed your cheek as he sighed in pleasure. After a few minutes of intense kissing you separated your mouths and your lover panted.
You didn’t waste any time and started to kiss his neck softly, nipping it and leaving some marks behind it. You smiled as he whimpered whenever you nipped at his neck, your free hand trailed until it reached the top of his shit.
“May I?”
“Of course…”, he nodded in agreement and sighed.
You sat on your knees and started to open his pyjama shirt button per button. Logan’s breath hitched as the cold air hit his skin, you helped him fully taking off the clothe and started to caress his torso. One of your thumbs brushed his nipple before pinching it lightly making the man under you whimper.
You couldn’t help but chuckle and decided to play with him a little more, while your right hand was playing with his right nipple, you used your mouth to suck and bite softly the other nipple. After a moment you switched nipples enjoying teasing him. He gripped your hair and between to moans:
“S-Stop teasing me! C’mon…”
You laughed and softly bit the nipple and stopped your teasing. You took off your shirt and pants while he took of his own pants. You grabbed some lube and squeezed some on your fingers you used your free hand to caress his waist and kissed him softly.
“Are you sure you want to do it?”
“Of course? love, I really want to do this with you..”
You couldn’t help but feel the blood rush on your face, he had this effect on you whenever he gave you cute nicknames. You kissed him once again and brought one finger near his entrance, you tried to help him relax by entering the tip of your index inside him, kissing him and massaging his hip to help him relax to the new intrusion.
Once your finger was fully inside, you stopped moving for a moment, to help him getting used to it, when he nodded again you put a second finger and started to work him open, helping him loosen up.
He was moaning under you, nearly begging for more, it was the first time he had ended up in a gay relationship, so he was still getting used to having an intrusion in him. When he told you, he was feeling ready you lightly bit his neck and went to take a condom. You took off the wrapping quickly and put it on your dick. You also put some lube on it to make the penetration easier.
You positioned yourself between his legs and led your dick toward his ass, putting the tip inside. You heard Logan take a sharp intake of breath. You kissed his forehead looking at him, silently asking him if he was alright. He nodded, allowing you to continue to penetrate him. It took you a few minutes of slow penetration for you to be fully seated inside of him.
“A-AH! (Y-Y/N)!”
“You’re doing good sweetheart, taking me like that… Tell me when you want me to move.”
Logan put his head against your shoulder, asking you to start moving, which you gladly did. You started with slow movement, helping Logan getting used to the movements, then after a few moments you picked up the pace and your boyfriend started to moan more and more loudly. Yourself you couldn’t help but groan in pleasure, his virgin ass tightening around you with every movements. You picked up the pace and going a bit more deeply in him, your dick brushing against his prostate. His hands were on your back, scraping it, the pain that it procured you, making you moan.
Both of you were moaning messes and you were biting Logan’s neck, giving him hickeys and enjoying seeing them turning purple. He was panting under you and you were doing the same. Your movement stayed quite fast, but it was hitting deeper inside him no longer brushing his special spot, now making him seeing stars. He was tightening around you and you snaked one of your hands around his penis, jerking him slowly so he wouldn’t come yet.
He was moaning your name desperately, pleading for you to allow him to come.
“Good boy, keep moaning like that and you might came tonight.”
After teasing him for a little while more you flickered your hand one last time, making him come all over himself. He tightened around you more harshly than before, making you come in the condom.
You both were softly kissing each other between two pants, and he looked at you with love and kissed you once again before announcing:
“That was wonderful… Thank you a lot.”
“It’s normal, it was your first time with a man after all…”
He nodded and you gazed at him lovingly kissing his cheek before withdrawing yourself from his ass. You kissed his cheek and stood up.
“Wait here I’ll be back in a few seconds sweetheart.”
He looked at you, trying to regain his breath. You tied and threw the condom in the trash, then went to the bathroom to wet a towel with hot water to relieve him. When everything was good you went back to him and washed his come from himself and softly massaging his thighs to relieve him from the pain he could feel.
When he told you everything was good, you put the clothe away and went back to him, under the covers. You helped him put back his pyjama and you did the same; he put his head on your torso, his hand caressing your torso. You kissed the top of his head as you felt his breath calming down.
“Thank you for that again...”
“It’s nothing Logan, I’m glad you trusted me enough to be okay with me doing that to you.”
“I’m happy to be with you and to spend the next weeks with you.”
“Me too. I’m glad we can spend time together outside of work.”
He smiled at you and you kissed each other with such love that in that moment you felt like nothing existed beside you two.
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The Great Ace Attorney Playthrough: The Adventure of the Unbreakable Speckled Band (Part 1)
Last Time: With a little help from Susato, the lady in pink, we discovered that Miss Brett poisoned Dr Wilson with Curare, a fast acting poison that’s only effective when introduced into the blood stream. In a last ditch attempt to avoid justice, Miss Brett destroyed the evidence right in front of the court, but fortunately my man Hosonaga was on hand with new evidence he’d taken from the crime scene, meaning that all we had to do was catch the thief of a rare golden coin, and tie Miss Brett up with her own words! At last I (Ryunosuke) was acquitted!
...only to find out in the lobby that Miss Brett has managed to privilege her way out of any consequences and was gone like smoke in the wind. (Also Kazuma used his sword in a way I found very hot, and I think I’ve accidentally doomed him to death or moral corruption.)
I’m 90% sure The Speckled Band is a Sherlock Holmes case, and I’m 49% sure it’s one of the ones I’ve read. I’m guessing this is where we’ll meet The Great Himbo Detective Herlock Sholmes then!
Well I guess that answers that then.
(And yes, I have read this one)
HERLOCK!
And he’s voiced by Professor Layton maybe???
Ooh, this seems like a Study in Scarlet, are we doing a Study in Scarlet guys?
Herlock has a magic gun!?!
Also I’m not digging this Japanese scripture and talk of it being penned by ‘the victim himself’. Kazuma what did I tell you about leaving my sight?
Wait... I could have sworn I just saw Hosonaga dressed as a sailor...
Oh balls, am I about to be accused of murder again?
Honestly I can’t take you anywhere Ryunosuke
Well Ryunosuke, you remember how you went to a lovely restaurant and got arrested for a murder you didn’t commit?
Well, it’s just like that but substitute restaurant for ship.
Also I’m not liking how little I’ve seen of Kazuma...
Ryunosuke we really need to have a talk about you just saying what people want to hear.
ITS FUCKING KAZUMA ISN’T IT?!
:(
Nononononononono
I knew this was coming, you knew this was coming, Ace Attorney law dictated it was coming as soon as it set Kazuma up as both my mentor and best friend.
But even so, I thought they were just empty threats! I didn’t think they’d actually follow through! Or that we might at least enjoy Herlock Sholmes ad his magic gun together first.
I realise I’m stalling here, but maybe if I just don’t click I’ll not have to see his body.
Sailor Man, I understand that you’re very upset, we all are, but I need you to understand that I’m grieving here.
The man I love took one look at the morally compromised shits I’m normally into and decided he’d rather die than join them! And yes I know I’m still stalling and not taking this as seriously as I should because I still don’t believe it!
See, me and Ryunosuke are on the same page!
I didn’t Susato, but the problem is that you and I have only just met and I’m not very convincing!
:(
Kazuma you legend! I refuse to believe you are dead until I see your corpse.
Now Ryunosuke’s all: I can’t believe they tossed your case around that much. I thought I was going to die.
And Kazuma’s telling me he’s just amazed I fitted inside his trunk in the first place.
Kazuma you can’t be gone! Who else will condescendingly tell me to go to France and ask rather than translate a French label for me?
Now Kazuma’s telling me (Ryunosuke) that I’m going to have to live in his cabin for the next 50 days.
Also we’ve got to keep this from Susato because we’re breaking the law and Kazuma doesn’t want us to take her down with us.
Lol, every day I get shoved into the wardrobe by an uncaring Kazuma!
Oh, that’s what the message said!
God knows what the steward thought Kazuma was keeping in his wardrobe though
:(
See Ryunosuke, this is why we think before we speak.
I don’t envy the real killer when Susato gets hold of them.
From what I can find out it’s a locked room mystery, and the cause of death is still undetermined, so I’m guessing something like poison then rather than an obvious thing, like being stabbed with his big sword.
On one hand, I really hope it wasn’t something like Curare, because I don’t want Kazuma to have gone out like that, but on the other hand poison would explain why the killer didn’t need to be in the room when he died and why Kazuma didn’t strike them down with said big sword.
Ok, so Kazuma, legend that he was, got up every day at the crack of dawn to do sword training. And Susato, who I’m begging to suspect is incredibly hardcore, go up before him so she could go and wait for him outside.
Now that’s interesting.
The two of them seem like they were pretty close, so there’s a good chance it’s just that she’s so familiar with Kazuma’s habits that she can tell the second something’s off, or it could be that there’s some other reason we need to work out.
If that’s correct that means Kazuma was killed in the small hours of the morning.
You know up ‘til now I’ve been assuming Ryunosuke was knocked out or something, and that’s why he was unconscious in the wardrobe, but now I’m starting to think he might have just been sleeping in there.
:((
Wait why’d Kazuma write in Russian?
Like I’d buy that he might know it, but I don’t buy that’s it’s what he’d write in in his finger moments.
Well that proves my innocence then, all we need to do is get some witnesses to verify the ‘go to France and ask’ moment from the last case
Oh ok, I didn’t manage to screenshot it, but it seems that I (Ryunosuke) didn’t put myself in the wardrobe. That’s very odd.
I can see a vent up there, so maybe someone gassed us and then got in while we were asleep and set up the crime scene.
Kazuma said I should come, next question
Ryunosuke, with some of the words that come out of your mouth I don’t think you should be throwing stones.
Love?
Apparently not.
This is going to be something ominous isn’t it...
I’m starting to feel like Kazuma knew he’d never see England.
Kazuma how many toes did you tread on?
Oh fucking hell!
You can’t die and be heading down a dark moral path, that’s not fair!
Yeah, I want to know that too.
Ah
So my poison/drugging theory seems to be holding up. Apparently Kazuma bought me something to eat, I climbed into the hiding wardrobe, and then it’s lights out from there.
Given that I didn’t wake up when Kazuma was killed I’m going to say that also back that theory up. Even if it was silent I feel like Ryunosuke would have woken up if someone was going round the cabin knocking ink bottles over and killing Kazuma.
No, don’t blame yourself Ryunosuke!
It’s my fault really, if I was going to find Kazuma hot I should have made sure I could manifest inside my switch and protect him!
Ah, of course! Isn’t her dad a professor of pathology? And she seems like the sort of person who picks things up pretty quickly!
In other words, if this is a poisoning, she could be the perfect person to be partnered up with.
:(((
Susato is fully prepared to kick our ass if we try and leave, and as the woman who got up before Kazuma, I think we should listen to her.
:(((((
I say we team up as an investigative duo and catch this bastard!
Yeah!
SHE FUCKED US UP!!!
Susato didn’t come here to play! Especially when we might have killed Kazuma!
(Editors note: this isn’t a bad screenshot, Susato genuinely made Ryunosuke’s vision go blurry)
I know we need to investigate, but my god this woman’s got a fist to match her convictions.
You know when I first met Susato I was a bit afraid she was going to be the inverse of Maya to the point of being meek and shy.
Now I see what a fool I was.
Susato might be prepared to politely follow the rules, but woe betide you if you break them.
She’s even named it!
Again I know this is bad for us but GO SUSATO!
(God damn it you can’t all be my favourite characters)
Her own special martial arts form Ryunosuke!
And just like that she regathers her composure and carries on as if nothing had happened!
I like how she’s still just standing over me.
Ok Ryunosuke let’s go!
(Seriously though we don’t want her as an enemy)
Ah of course, Kazuma stuck the seal on the wardrobe, and the fact Herlock Sholmes (the himbo detective) had to pull it off means I didn’t leave!
No one respects poor Ryunosuke...
So it seems that Susato doesn’t believe we’re innocent just yet, but as we’ve presented the possibility of doubt before her she will let us investigate this room.
Given the buck wild nature of the last trial she was involved in, I honestly can’t blame her for not ruling this possibility out. After all if this was something a witness in a trial had said I’d be thinking the same thing.
Susato’s going to be watching us to make sure we don’t disturb the crime scene, which again is fair.
I’ve got to say, I’m really digging Susato’s cautiously suspicious and sensible nature. It feels like a good counterbalance to Ryunosuke’s beautiful but naïve outlook on life.
I bet if Susato had stowed away onboard a ship you wouldn’t catch her immediately confessing as soon as a sailor started to press her.
Who am I kidding, Susato would never have got into this situation in the first place.
*sob*
Ok so far we’ve got:
A) Half a pink kimono fastener on the floor next to a brick red mark
B) One disturbed table, with the remains of our roast chicken dinner on the floor
C) The terrible knowledge that Kazuma spent his last night on earth hungry because he didn’t like chicken
D) Kazuma’s precious katana, that he loved dearly and that he’d apparently managed to persuade the government to let him bring to the UK.
Oh yeah, drive the knife in why don’t you game!
Why do I feel like Ryunosuke’s about to get roasted?
There we go.
(It’s what Kazuma would have wanted)
DON’T JUST GO WITH IT RYUNOSUKE!
Back to investigating, we’ve got a ransacked shelf, and Kazuma’s London diary.
Just, you know, to rip my heart out...
It looks like the final entry’s incomplete, which means Kazuma was probably writing it when the incident happened. Unfortunately Susato is violently insistent that we respect the Kazuma’s private thoughts after his death, so we can’t read it.
We’ve got the inky Russian(?) on the floor which none of us can either recognize, nor read (including me)
(Sorry to any Russians reading this by the way, I can only assume you’re screaming that this isn’t Russian, but I’m just going by what the Great Himbo Detective said in the cut scene.)
Ok, so the sailor who’s been guarding us got very flustered when we asked if everything was normal last night, meaning that either he’s been skiving off, or everything was in fact not normal last night.
Oh sweet, it seems that Ryunosuke and Susato both read detective novels, and while we’ve shot down the possibility of using the needle and thread trick to unbolt the door from the outside (side note: I must remember to try that later), I feel like both they, and the player who immediately started trying to rattle off facts about Curare, have had a bonding moment.
Ok, I think that’s this half of the room done, let’s go and check out that vent I saw earlier.
So the vent connects to the room next door. That means if the grate could be moved we have a way in and out of our crime scene!
HERLOCK SHOLMES!!!
I mean, he’s quite hard to miss Ryunosuke
(I think Ryunosuke might have an Apollo complex short)
Understatement of the century
Her and me both Ryunosuke, it’s The Great Himbo Detective!!!
WE’RE TALKING TO HIM!
AND HE’S BLANKING US!!!
Herlock Sholmes I understand that you’re in a critical point of your investigation, but you need to understand that Ryunosuke, Susato and I are sad and need to see your magic gun.
YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSS!!!
IT’S LIKE HE HEARD ME!!!
OH GREAT HIMBO DETECTIVE CHEER ME WITH YOUR WITH YOUR ECCENTRIC ACTS THAT ARE RELATABLE TO MY AUTISTIC ASS!!!
OMFG HE’S SO INCREDIBLY WRONG!!!
I hope this is the way all of his deductions go from now on.
Also I’m sorry Russia and the Russian language, I should not have believed what the man, who on reflection was sold to me as the great himbo detective, said.
Susato’s buying it!
Susato look into my eyes and tell me Ryunosuke could ever make it as a soldier.
No, please do!
And the bullet flies a mile wide!
I’m still upset about Kazuma, but I’m somehow also having the time of my life
SUSATO YOU KNOW I’M FROM JAPAN!!!
SHE TOOK ME OUT!!!
AND MY GOD AM I HERE FOR IT!!!
Ryunosuke’s finally snapped!
What I find amazing is that the Sherlock Holmes Herlock Sholmes stories clearly exist, basically unchanged in this world. So either Dr Watson Wilson was either lying through his teeth to spare his friend’s feelings, or he is the stopped clock is right twice a day person who Herlock actually hit the nail on the head for, and therefore he believed everything that was said.
‘On rout to foreign climates’ that’s how ships work Herlock!
Exactly!
I’ll say one thing for Herlock though, you can’t beat him down!
How am I both Ryunosuke and Susato in this scene?
Yeah Naruhodo-san! I thought you read detective stories!
Quick Susato! Get him to sign a copy!
Um... has no one told him yet...
I’m also curious about the fact that he still believes Dr Wilson’s in London. Either there are two Dr Wilson’s, or something weird is going on here.
Look at his hat Ryunosuke, it contains all the information you need
He got his own name wrong!
Hosonaga, I don’t know if you can hear from wherever you are on this ship dressed as a sailor, but there is a fight and you are rapidly losing!
(Also to be fair to Herlock, as someone who’s been playing a lot of Hitman recently, looking inside the wardrobe already means he’s doing a lot better than literally every character in that game.)
Ok so it was Russian then and I no longer have to apologies!
Do you think Herlock has ever been to Russia?
Ok Mr ‘is this cow a cat?’
:(((((((
HERLOCK THAT LOOKS NOTHING LIKE ME!!!
Ok everyone, we’re also on the lookout for a missing Russian Ballerina along with Kazuma’s killer. I don’t know how, but I wouldn’t have been told about her if she wasn’t relevant
I can’t believe we’ve finally found the vindictive part of Ryunosuke’s beautiful personality!
We’re finally reading Kazuma’s diary!
Oh fuck, Kazuma was bitten by an adder
Wait, if that was the case why didn’t he dispatch it with his big sword? We’ve seen him do precision work before, so that can’t be it.
Either way, I think we really need to talk to the person in the room next to mine.
Also: Herlock Sholmes gets seasick!
Did she just break my cuffs?
My mistake she’s just showing some tough love to get me to buck up!
Let’s go team!
HOSONAGA!!!
“What are you doing here?” “I think that should be my line” This feels like that meme of the two Spidermen pointing at each other
I wouldn’t be so sure Susato. Hosonaga seems a lot like me, a bunch of disabilities held together by sheer force of will.
He still has a job!
(Or his superiors are just trying to send him as far away from Japan as they can)
HELL YEAH HOSONAGA, LETS PUNCH THE RULES UNTIL THEY SQUEAK!
(Also your superiors are definitely trying to ship you out)
Oh...
That would explain Kazuma’s whole vibe.
Although something about this feels wrong. No disrespect to Hosonaga, but as determined as he is he doesn’t exactly have the physical prowess you’d associate with stopping an assassination. I know I haven’t exactly seen him at work yet, but something about this feels like he was set up to fail.
Now the thing is, that while he can cut it as a waiter, Hosonaga isn’t exactly built to fit in among sailors. It’s not going to take a genius therefore, to work out who Kazuma’s guard is, especially if he’s been around Kazuma from dawn till dusk. That’s probably why his killer had to kill him in his cabin, and it’s also why they probably drugged his food (which means they didn’t know him enough to know he didn’t like chicken)
:(((((((((((((
On the plus side though, it looks as though Hosonaga believes in my innocence.
Come on Hosonaga, remember when you bought Miss Brett to us!
Hell yeah Hosonaga!
Hosonaga heard my call! He heard that he was losing his place as my second favourite character and came back swinging!!!
Determination Ryunosuke!
Also probably hacking up a lot of blood, that does wonders to unnerve people in my experience
Now, I should present Kazuma’s diary here... but...
Yes, everything is as it should be...
He’s digging it!
Oh no he took it as an insult!
Sorry Ryunosuke, that’s the crime scene thief’s now
Ok let’s do this properly then
Yeah boy!
LETS DO THIS TEAM!!!
Ryunosuke, do you remember nothing about this man?
Hosonaga didn’t come here to play!
Ok, we’re moving on out (except not right now because I’ve still got a couple of things to look at before we go)
I think Ryunosuke might be a bad influence on Susato...
Also I feel like I’ve pegged Susato wrong regarding the rules. Susato’s just very good at keeping up the appearance of following them.
Come to think of it, the fact she’s a judicial assistant, despite women apparently not being allowed in the Japanese court other than to testify should have clued me in.
Susato Mikotoba: Breaking the rules in front of you, but in a way you don’t notice
(Also the bell pull’s not working, but I think we all expected that)
Susato I’ve been living in a cupboard!
Don’t pity me!
Ok, so I’m not quite sure when Ryunosuke and I started thinking as one, but we’ve all agreed it’s happening now
Ryunosuke do not get caught in the mousetrap!
Susato can see right through me (Ryunosuke)
Umm...
This is the Phoenix Maya dynamic inverted, and I am living for it.
Susato: Now this is an emergency button, it’s very important you do NOT press it!
Ryunosuke: *lunges for the trigger*
It feels amazing being the wayward partner!
Our rout into cabin 2’s blocked by approximately 1 ton of sailor, so for now Susato and I will have to dick around avenge Kazuma out here in the corridor.
It seems that last night’s log is mostly blank, so I’m guessing I was right about the sailor on duty skiving off.
Hmm, so the person in the next cabin’s probably quite important then. Given what just happened with Miss Brett that’s not a good sign.
And it seems like I’m not allowed to visit whoever it is without an invitation... which might prove tricky given as how there in there and I’m out here
Ah good, a Western Gentleman, that’s just what we need!
Hmmmmm
These guys left their post for a while didn’t they?
Either that or there’s something (or someone) they’re keeping off the records.
This might be a bit of a wide shot, but that mousetrap makes me wonder if the crew has some sort of secret pet squirrelled away somewhere. It doesn’t entirely add up what with them putting traps down, but with everyone in Ace Attorney having something to hide it’s all I can think of now.
Bif Strogenov’s left to report to the captain, nows our window to violate some privacy!
HERLOCK SHOLMES!!!
Shot down!
Herlock that thing’s tiny, I don’t think anyone’s in there!
It moved!
Guess I’m eating my words!
Herlock???
Ok, we’re not allowed to look inside the case, or indeed anything, but fortunately we have HERLOCK SHOLMES THE GREAT HIMBO DETECTIVE!!!
Deduce away Herlock!
Herlock... are you about to tell this man that he’s also the Russian Assasin? Are you going to do this round the whole ship until you get it right?
Wait this is working!?!
Herlock Sholmes is Susato’s one blind spot and Ryunosuke’s one point of clarity
CHOOCHOO!!!
THIS IS AMAZING!
He’s not entirely right though...
(Editors note: I completely managed to miss capturing 90% of the ? icons)
I FUCKING KNEW IT!!!
HERLOCK LOOK AT THIS MAN’S NOSE, LOOK AT MY FACE! NOW LOOK AT THE MAN IN THE PORTRAIT!
However, the newspaper in his pocket and the little ! icon seems to suggest there’s some connection there.
(Editors note: I also managed to miss every ! icon)
And there is a crime being committed, but it’s not to do with the case.
Yeah, it probably just contains one of those pets we’re not supposed to have.
So... a baby?
So do a lot of people Susato
Ok, so The Great Himbo Detective is actually really good at making observations, it’s just how he applies them that’s shit.
I wonder if this is what Dr Wilson did for their partnership, but he just cut out the bits where he said things like: Herlock these people have completely different faces, maybe there’s a different reason they’ve got the paper?
Ryunosuke normally: The fact Hosonaga’s working in this restaurant clearly means he’s struggling financially!
Ryunosuke around Herlock: You can’t just say the first guess that pops into your head!
HERLOCK BUSTED US OUT!!!
(Ok he’s also the reason we were in handcuffs, but still)
Olay!
What! Noooooo!
‘Course Correction: Hold it Mr Sholmes!’ What a title!
Important news just in: Ryunosuke can’t grow a beard
A part of me says that he was about to use the sheers to cut up that paper, but there are obviously other copies around the ship, so unless he’s planning a sheers rampage that can’t be right.
Hello!
Wait a second... with that reaction to the paper... is there a Russian Ballerina in there?
WE DID THE HERLOCK SHOLMES COOL SPIN AND CLICK!!!
Also look at Ryunosuke’s little cocky smirk!
He’s really getting into this!
And I couldn’t be more proud!
We’re tag teaming it!
Herlock I swear to god if you tell me she’s that assassin
WHAT DID I JUST SAY!
(Editors note: Got that one!)
I sure am Susato!
Keep telling yourself that Ryunosuke, we can all see the truth
Ah, so the nose was fake too
That makes a lot more sense now!
Well she did disappear with a priceless tiara
He said, rubbing his hand in glee
This is definitely the start of a beautiful friendship!
Damn straight I do!
Bingo
For some reason I pictured it as being pink though, I don’t know why
Anyway so, while Nikolina does need money it seems that she didn’t steal the tiara. Apparently it was given to her as a present.
Also Nikolina is only 15, and has run away by herself for reasons currently unknown. I’m starting to get the feeling that the crew (or at least the two we’ve met) might have been looking out for her.
Oh yeah, the moving travel case!
Given the rules regarding pets, I wonder if that’s what’s in there? It would explain the attitude of the sailors we met.
Is it the Russian Revolutionary Herlock? You have to tell us if it is...
He’s learning!
Yep, she’s looking at the pet rule sign, now show me the pet!
Whoooooooo!
Yeah, I’m pretty sure the guys on the door were covering for her (and probably her pet too)
Hmm, so Nikolina’s running from someone, so she decided to disguise herself to be safe and has been a jumble of nerve ever since.
Can I see...
Bless you Nikolina, but you’re not the best at keeping secrets. I’m pretty sure the crew have collectively decided to just look the other way and let the traumatised 15 year old have her pet.
HE CUFFED ME AGIAN!!!
I wonder if Nikolina’s beloved pet’s a snake?
Can I just...
:(
Fine...
No, everyone must see my badge!
HA!
:(
:D
Ok now let’s go back to actually playing the game!
So, because she’s a jumble of nerves, Nikolina hasn’t been noticing much about what’s been happening around her. However I think she’d have probably noticed signs of danger, like loud noises, so I’m a little curious as to why she didn’t pick up on the sound of the tableware being sent to the floor.
From what I can gather about her ‘never dancing again’ whatever happened probably has something to do with the ballet.
Either that or she’s worried about being linked with her old life if she goes back on the scene under another name.
That’s a good point actually, while people are funny and I can get her wanting a memento of her life, that’s an incredibly distinctive memento to have.
It must have some sort of emotional significance, I think she said it was given to her by an Earl, so maybe her father?
Hmm, that’s a pretty distinctive thing to try and pawn Nikolina.
Yikes! So the Novavich Ballet’s got really unethical working conditions. (Which probably shouldn’t be too much of a shock given the time period.) Now I understand why Nikolina’s so keen to never put herself in that situation again.
Yeah, I thought that was the case.
Huh?
Oh yeah... that is odd
Ah, so that’s why everyone was so on edge!
Right...
(I feel like this would carry more weight if we hadn’t just been flashing our badge at anyone who looks our way)
Now onto the most important question:
HERLOCK NO!
Susato is me (but personally I’m hoping for a kitten)
Ok Genius, what sort of animal is it?
I’ll eat your funky hat if that’s true Herlock
Important information 2: Never trust Herlock with a pet
Please let it be that we were Kazuma’s pet
Wait no, I’m an idiot. I’m obviously supposed to ask about the speckled band
Wow she changed quick!
She’s leaving to talk to the captain, is this our chance to meet her friend!?!
Booooo, we’ve been chucked out!!!
#tgaa spoilers#tgaa#the great ace attorney#the adventure of the unbreakable speckled band#ryunosuke naruhodo#kazuma asougi#susato mikotoba#satoru hosonaga#nikolina pavlova#i will avenge your death kazuma#also i will see that animal#this is a long one by the way lads#i might break the investigation parts into daily sections of progress#because these screenshots took forever to transfer from my phone
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Hello Levihan fellows! I’m sharing something personal because maybe some of you are having similar issues.
(sorry for grammar errors)
Since some months ago, I started to read fanfics of them in a regular basis, and, well, after 132 and 138 it’s just been crazy. I’ve been having concentration issues as I’m very often checking if there’s a new interesting post here or in twitter, or if there’re youtubers in my language that would talk about levihan. I even explained in one video reaction about all their history and the japanese translations and the youtuber just ignored me... (-.- really, it’s very hard being a levihan in my country) ... and my friends don’t like the ship... so I felt alone. (And that’s why I came here)
So, lately, after knowing the beautiful yet tragic story of levihan, of having analyzed the character arcs of Levi and Hange separatedly, and seeing that they’re evidently connected, and that it was inevitable that Hange died because of symbolism (I will talk about this in another post) but quite easy to just not kill them, sometimes when I see the panels of them once again, I connect with their feelings and sadness and I cry alone in my house.
I’ve also composed in the shower a song for them with two versions, Hange’s POV and Levi’s POV as they would meet each other in post canon lifetimes. It needs a makeover and maybe some english expert to correct things, but well, it’s there.
I even wanted to do the video with the Dear Evan Hansen song, and... I will get on it.
But, what happens? I’m a professional artist and gotta a lot of work and also I’m in the middle of a Graphic Design Master, and I am hella stressed out. But as I try to work, I can’t stop drawing them and it’s been annoying, fucking obsession.
So today I had a coaching session, because I was desperate. I need to concentraaate! But I love them too much! But I can’t just spent 5 hours a day reading fanfiction.
And my coach told me: what I see here is PASSION.
And then we had like a little game with 2 possibilities:
working in something I have to do but thinking of them
do what my obsessive creative mind wants and draw them, and after that being able to concentrate...
And the conclusion is...
I’m gonna prioritize what I want to do in the beginning of the day (drawing them for the time being), and see if after that I’m satisfied and can concentrate at work.
Maybe it sounds ridiculous but I was feeling very guilty of losing my time and being unable to be productive because I HAD work to do. Do you know that feeling?
Well, I’ll see if it works.
I don’t know if anyone will read this stupid stuff, but if you did, thank you! :)
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Here is this week’s upload! This time, a very new song from a producer that definitely deserves some more attention. We just have a few more collaborations to get through, and after that we will be holding another raffle!
Lyrics:
たかが百四十字噛んでもないのに
長い百四十時間は鬱の中 嗚呼
It’s merely 140 characters* and I barely even stuttered, but
a long 140 hours have been spent depressed, argh
くだらねぇさ 未来(さき)もねぇさ
莫迦な小鳥だと笑えばいい
“It’s all worthless,” “there’s no future in it”
Yea sure, why don’t you mock the dumb little bird
暴言ばっか渋滞で
絶対正義「私」
肯���なんか見つかんねぇよ 嫌になるぜ
好き勝手振舞って博愛主義なピエロさ
うっせえうっせえ口を「塞ぐぞ？」
The place is packed with offensive words
“I” am always in the right
You ain’t finding validation here, god I hate it all
Acting as you please, you’re all philanthropic clowns
I’ll shut up, shut up that mouth “literally”
過去を消したら十字架に呪われて情緒は嘘だらけ
��る夜中の銃時 壁は解かれない
Delete the past and you’ll be bearing a cross, painting your emotions with lies
At rotten gun (ten)** o’clock in the night, the wall still blocks you off
負けの連鎖 分からねぇさ
なのになぜかまた舞い戻る
It’s a negative chain reaction, I don’t get it
Yet we still come fluttering back
夢追い続け 頑張れば笑われ
叶えば妬まれ 嫌になるぜ
好き勝手振舞ってプレゼントは火傷さ
痛ってぇ痛ってぇ 逃げ場なんかない
You’ll be laughed at if you chase your dreams and try your best
Then once it comes true you’re resented, god I hate it all
Act as you please and you’ll be gifted a burn ***
Ow, ow, fuck there’s nowhere to escape to
「何の為に？」
“For what purpose?”
安全圏の信奉者 知らぬ間カタマリ
The worshipers have gathered up in their safe place before you knew it
名声ばっか青天井 少数見下されて
転生だって有効なんか 嫌になるぜ
好き勝手振舞って始めたはずのライフさ
痛ってぇ痛ってぇ すでに…「死にかけなんだよ」
Only your fame skyrockets while the minority gets looked down upon
Oh, you’re even allowed to reincarnate too, god I hate it all
Acting as you please, that's supposed to be how you came to begin this life but
Ow, ow, fuck can’t you see I’m already “on the verge of dying”
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Translation Notes:
Fowling Piece is a shotgun that was used for bird hunting
*140 characters is the maximum character count for a Japanese tweet
**Gun and Ten are pronounced the same in Japanese so the lyric says Gun
***A burn most likely from getting flamed online
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