#am I going to get sued by the mouse for posting this?

[luvtonique]

I'mma be real. Hot take, nobody on this site will agree.

But on WoW, there's an epidemic of people with the Total Roleplay 3 mod who put "LGBTQIA+ Friendly" in their profile on mouse-over.

And it just leaves a really sus taste in my bisexual mouth.

Like, bro.

Imagine if you were a black person and you drove by a garage sale and it says "BLACKS WELCOME" on a sign out front.

Imagine if you were trans and someone had a shirt on that said "I am proud of the fact that I do not violently murder trans people."

Imagine if you were a parent and someone walked up to you and went "You have a cute kid, don't worry I am not a child predator"

DO Y'ALL SEE HOW FUCKING SUSPICIOUS THAT SOUNDS?

Why do you gotta specifically identify a marginalized group of people and exclaim that you are friendly towards them?

It just sounds like you're trying to cover up something

Just put "Friendly" in your profile

"Whisper Friendly!" "Walk Up / Tell Friendly!" "Welcoming to all approaches, very friendly!"

When you put "LGBT Friendly" in your profile it's just fucking weird and you're the last person I believe is actually friendly towards the LGBT. You've already introduced yourself by labeling the LGBT as a separate group of people, therefore immediately segregating them into a group separate from cis/hetero people. You have already exclaimed to me that you are willing to separate people into labels and treat them differently based on those labels, I absolutely do not believe you are an unprejudiced person.

If I saw someone with a shirt on that says "ABSOLUTELY NOT RACIST, POCS ARE WELCOME TO SPEAK WITH ME" I would immediately assume that's the most racist person in the room.

Edit PS: Remember folks. The people who call themselves "Nice Guys" are the most likely to not be nice guys. *tips fedora with pride pins all over it* M'lady/M'dude/M'them.

Edit PPS: Again I bet nobody agrees with this post. That's fine. This is Tumblr. I'm going into this expecting for people to say something like "Real rich coming from a transphobe" and I'll just reply to them with a cool fact about goats.

Edit PPPS: You don't have to call me that to get a goat fact you're very welcome to just ask for one.

[trashbins-stuff]

some info abt me:

PART ONE THIS IS PART ONE (just summary):

Haiii!! ^^ :3 we M.A.C constellation program (collective) (osdd-1a or did we think) (M.A.C is for Morbid Antisocial Cosmonaut)

name: bin !!!!

! also goes by crt, cabby, roxy, charlotte, anne, sasha, rennie, catatonia, caroline

! also cosmic brownie, sunshine, ellie/ellen, jenny, marcy, ruby, ve(e), vinnie, danny is cool too!!

! friends/moots feel free to use candycane, ell, badger, đèn dầu/đd/dd or any silly nicknames <3

! also goes by kin names, you have to ask first before using our code name tho

-collectively identify as arospec queer a(pa)gender + system-fluid + autospec, altho headmates have their own orientation yeah

-adhtistic dysgraphia and is kleptomaniac

-language we can speak: Vietnamese + English

-doodle request r closed

-art tag:

current #trashbins-art

old: #i know it look uggo but i was drawing with a mouse okay??? (it is very unique ik/j)

boundaries (dni and thin ice):

-neutral/agaisnt Palestine i will block you

-ppl that like to start drama, i might avoid you

-look, i dont care if you dont know shit about plural systems or anything but if you call my headmate "siblings" then you better fucking say sorry, if you say it again i will block you

-if were not supa dupa close and jsut mootie that int sometime then ill be happy if we have toher shared fandom but uhm when u get jsut a lil close enough and i see u reblog other fandom post i get super uncomfy, huge pet peeve, big no no, might warrant u a soft block/timeout block until i get over it (or not)

PART THE POWER OF TWOOOOOO (social, plz check carrd and pronoun page to know more):

-my pinterest

-discord: trashbin2587

-my spotify

-pronouns page (there are english, norwegian and vietnamese ver)

-pronouns.cc (go more in deep)

-carrd (this one have facet introduction)

-toyhouse

-I HAVE A PILLOWFORT NOW

PART THIRD TIME THE CHARM!! (other stuff):

-sona info sheet or sth:

Items desp:

-bin's personal trusty shovel, bin like to refer to it as "Shovel Phoenix Thoradotte!! WARRIOR OF BURIED TREASURE, DESTROYER OF DIRT AND MY BESTIE!!1!" (if the string snapped or get removed form the shovel, bin shut down and go to a stage kinda like parallelogram (obs) when jerard died and stuck in a dream-loop until the string (u can get a new one) is tied back. the string being there is kinda of holding everything bin want to forget in) bin's is hesitant to telling ppl about the shovel in fear of them hurting it

i hope you have a great day :)

tags for moots (wip):

-carpybara (circuitcarp)

-blairy (blairdrawzstuff)

-moony hazel (moonmxple)

-winters ice trail (winterwrxter)

-messages from the stars (salachy-part-two)

-theres a frog in my boot and now were best bros (snoot-in-yo-boot)

-a harp-mony (harpjsutexsists)

-cola with no coca (devycola)

-tinted tunes (haiamkai)

-gooooobz (gooberdrawz)

-lovely shoelace (mausuwinasa)

-cuperooooo <3 (mochablogger)

synpath list below"

notes: red means theyre my fickin and im not always fine with doubles (especially if were very very close friends, am fine with double that i just met, already know theyre that before, or friends who arent that close, ask if u want), blue means high-mid synpath/other-hearted?, green means mid-low synpath (yes i know some of these characters r pieces of shits yes i still relate to them </3)

sasha waybright (amphibia)

tord (ew)

cabby (ii)

clover (ii)

ruby (bfdi)

remote (bfdi)

airy (hfjone)

charlottle/moldy (hfjone)

treasure chest (ppt2)

blue rectangle (voo)

buzzery (obs)

pinkie pie (mlp)

bmo (adventure time)

roxy lalonde (homestuck)

sollux captor (homestuck)

danny fenton (danny phantom)

little baby man (danny phantom phandom)

anne boonchuy (amphibia)

marcy wu (amphibia)

blueberry (ii)

four (bfdi/xfohv)

gold ingot (ppt2)

slipper (ppt2)

journal (ppt2)

fireball (aib)

pill (aib)

pitchfork (aib)

comet (objectified)

bee (bee&puppycat)

fionna (fionna&cake)

chloe garcia (dork diaries)

luz noceda (toh)

yuki sakasima (pretty girl neko show)

spinel (su)

horrid henry (horrid henry)

gus porter (toh)

mephone4 (ii)

bot (ii)

oodle (aib)

bone (aib)

moonstone (ee)

pool (object invasion)

thanks for reading! :] im probably gonna update these as time goes on

#agender #chaotic neutral #ambivert #neutral evil #Digital art

[mindwise]

The Seven Stages of ChatGPT (Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the A.I. Bot)

Stage 1: Disbelief and Shock

Holy crap, social media is blowing up with ChatGPT posts. Let’s see … AI-powered chatbot that can write — like everything — blogs, news articles, summaries of reports, homework, short stories, emails, TV show scripts — all of it. It can be a personal tutor — teaching math, science, history; practically anything. It can write computer code in seconds! It can respond to any Latin alphabet language. You just chat with it and it listens to your feedback and improves its response — how is that possible? It’s a better search tool than google. It can be funny, heartfelt, sad, persuasive, empathetic. My TikTok “For You” page is in tatters — it’s impossible to keep up with all that ChatGPT can do. This can’t be happening!

Stage 2: Denial

Wait, hold on, hold on, hold on. What really is all the fuss about? LOL — can’t believe this ridiculous hype is happening yet again. Let me guess, another Sentient A.I. … or perhaps yet another racist chatbot like the one from Microsoft or Meta? This is going to blow over in a week.

Stage 3: Anger

How can they do this? This is incredibly irresponsible. And who the hell are “they” — I have no clue. They are forcing me to learn about A.I. by letting anyone use ChatGPT. So, all these people who have SO MUCH EXTRA TIME on their hands can figure this out while I have … um … real stuff to do! They should be sued. They should be prosecuted. It is monstrous!

Stage 4: Bargaining

God, just let ChatGPT be a hoax. Please, let this just be a little joke by Elon. I promise to stay on Twitter and even pay for the little blue checkbox if he just comes clean and it all goes away.

Stage 5: Depression

OMG, this will cost millions of jobs — it will cost me my job! This is the beginning of the end of everything we know and understand life to be. The A.I. revolution has started and meatbag humans are on the way out. Is this Kurzweil’s Singularity come sooner than expected? The best we can hope for is to be the pets of artificial intelligence. I hope they are nice to us.

Stage 6: The Upward Turn

We are all in the same boat, I guess. Perhaps, just perhaps, we can use A.I. to do what we already do — but better and faster?

Stage 7: Acceptance and Hope

This is happening. This is real. What is ChatGPT? It describes itself this way:

I am capable of generating human-like responses to a wide range of questions. This allows me to provide interesting and informative answers on a variety of topics, making me a potentially valuable source of information … I am not capable of taking anyone’s job, as I do not possess the ability to perform tasks or engage in activities in the same way that a human can.

Humans may use ChatGPT in ways that will eliminate jobs by streamlining what they do — but hasn’t that happened throughout human history?

ChatGPT is just a tool.

I can work with that. It might even be fun.

Author Notes: The outline for this blog was written using a piece of graphic stuck in a slender tube of wood by pressing it onto a thin sheet of pulp and fibrous materials. Then I wrote the full piece on a modern silicon-powered tool with a keyboard and mouse. Images were created by DALL.E 2. I tried to get ChatGPT to help write it, but even after five attempts and numerous suggestions for rewrites I gave up. It just didn’t get it.

#chatGPT #artificial intelligence

[mathisforeman51]

Internet Access - Getting Dialup Access

I choose to start of by saying I am sorry for not posting as much I should've last session. I have been going via a few headaches this past week which diverted my head away from putting up anything may possibly mean anything meaningful to anyone. Fit interested below is a highlight. Where did Washington State come for? Quarterback Alex Brink is through an outstanding season and will have the Cougars at No. 25 in the AP poll and None of. 23 in the BCS rankings. They are raking it at 6-3 ATS, and only have lost SU to powerhouses Auburn, USC and Cal. Luckily the swift current also puts in the fish come towards the edge, the money current is less. They still hideout in front of the boulders ap-pro.pro inside of eddy, looking food via by inside current that cuts on a boulder. As is ANOTHER ZONE MOD to catching these fish is to cast upstream and give the currents swing the bait, lure or fly at the front of the boulder (where a fish may be idling away). Most people make the mistake that just because they a great antivirus, personal firewall, that are connected to the official access point that these protected from attacks. System very far from the truth. There could be a hacker nearby in order to sniff the actual internet traffic and pluck all of the information from the reasoning. No antivirus or firewall will protect you against that. Very best defense might be to use a VPN, or Virtual Private Network, which is a secure tunnel that secures your connection from the device with a remote private server. Make use of a VPN in a public place, anyone desirous to sniff out of browsing session will just see encrypted traffic. You have to make sure that there isn't any devices upsetting your Elp. Cordless phones and microwaves become the most often offending devices but heating and air ducts and large appliances pertaining to instance washer, dryer, water heater, refrigerator, freezer, etc. could be deadly into the signals from your AP. Creating tables, forms and reports 's got easier. A questionnaire can be created by using a single mouse click. Granted the form will be very simple, but since what will need then Access now allows you. Forms are vital for entering and displaying data and your design choices are now greatly increased. Even if you want to establish a subform for entering multiple records now you can do by investing in ease. Make a situation in have one customer many related jobs. This is a prime demonstration of when to utilize a subform. Google claims they didn't know they were capturing user names, passwords and "data". I wonder if the FTC will probably be as ready to accept that excuse from me if i started scanning my entire neighborhood. I really don't in this way. The 11x17 laser printer is perfect home and office printing needs. With superb image quality levels, ability to handle many printing papers and network ready features, it is disappoint.

#AP-PRO.PRO

[former-ly-darth]

Sam Witwer, everyone.

The way he screams “Jedi” has so much power and tangible hatred behind it. The way he sounds like he’s actually growling as he shouts….I watch this clip often.

#am I going to get sued by the mouse for posting this? #I might take it down #anyway #seriously tho this clip gets me #as someone with rage issues who has been in multiple screaming matches before I can literally FEEL what that scream felt like in my throat #Sam witwer’s throat was definitely raw after that recording #he’s serious so good #darth maul #star wars #the clone wars #savage opress #JEDI!!!!

[galina]

#studyblr #studygram #studyspo #study #work #desk #workspace #workspace inspiration #study space #home #interiors #inspiration #motivation #wfh #blog #long post #galina

[schibi12]

Heyyo!! So this post may get long and a bit personal if you are not interested by that you can keep on scrolling no problem.

Last year I did a post where I told how Tumblr was a huge support for me during the whole quarantine and how I met amazing people in it and strangely enough the same thing happened this year, so take this a YouTube rewind of sorts where I talk about all the great people I've met and befriended and how much I've grown as a person since last year, this is a Tumblr Reblog if you will.

My blog has changed a lot from 2020 to 2021, last year only did occasional reviews and memes for DuckTales and other Disney properties but this year oh boy, I've done a bunch of AUs, I've done art for my AUs and fanart in general,I created Ocs and sonas, I've rambled a lot this year about not only Disney properties but about Looney Tunes, Animaniacs, Marvel, Musicals and just so much more I feel like I have expressed more of who I am to you guys.

And the amazing people I've met in this quite literal hellsite lol, have been so kind and supportive to me that they I am gonna do a roll call/ shoutout to you incredible people and if I forgotten one of you i am so sorry but remember you are great too!!

@blue-main & @joyseer24 I am forever grateful for meeting you two you've been incredibly kind, supportive, helpful and just the greatest friends I've ever had and for being my first internet friends I am glad that it was you guys.

@tophthedaydreamer I am so intimidated to talk you sometimes I don't know why I feel like you are just so much cooler than me even though you are just as dorky as me but you are so talented and thanks to you I've seen the Beetlejuice musical also thanks to you I started doing AUs because I did a silly post about how Iron-Man and Captain America reminded me of Bugs Bunny and Mickey Mouse and you left a nice message in your tags about how this was big brain and how I should continue it and I didn't want to do it but your comment motivate me to do it and I've done a bunch of AUs because of that message in the tags so thanks and I hope to talk to you more in the future.

@lexi0507 thanks to you we have a Discord server and we met a bunch of cool people and you're so cool, unapologetically yourself and supportive and I love your art and ocs.

@wastelandchannel I know we haven't talked recently but thanks to you I think we wouldn't have the Toon Tykes so thank you and I hope you are doing and feeling better.

@ohmymabe you are so nice and I love your art and how creative you are, and you're also kind of a founder of The Toon Tykes with the many AUs and ocs you did of the children of Oswald and Julius y Eres una muy Buena Amiga!

@dizbunny Diz with the Gifs you are so sweet you always have something nice to say and I know you started your journey with art and it's not easy just have patience and don't be too hard on yourself.

@su-nioj We haven't talked that much but you have made amazing art I like to call you the ninja silent but talented and I hope to get to know you more in the future.

@dalia1784 we haven't interacted as much as I want to. It we do follow each other Tumblr and Twitter and we tagged each other on tag games and I hope to get to know you better, but you make amazing art and deserve so much attention and appreciation like literally go follow her she has amazing ocs designs and stories.

@you-big-palooka & @amelia-bedeliaa you keep posting about Disney ducks and Mickey and friends respectively your post always bring me joy or discover a good fic or follow someone who makes amazing fanart and keep on reblogging.

I think that's it if I missed one of my mutuals or you don't take it personally you are amazing and great it's just I listed more people in this post than last year so I might have forgotten a few.

And once again thank you from the bottom of my heart I am forever grateful that I have Tumblr in my life because without it I wouldn't have met all these amazing people and I wouldnt be drawing so thank you to all my followers, mutuals and friends and here's to another year!!

Muchas gracias los quiero mucho!!! 💛

#schibi rambles #personal post #tumblr reblog

[phoenixyfriend]

NGL I've considered enabling tips (not post+, just tips), but it doesn't look like there's any way to choose which posts I do or do not want tips on.

I'm a fandom blog. If I accept tips on all of my original posts, I am going to get sued by the mouse. I do not want to get sued by the mouse. Ergo, no tips.

If you want to give me money for Unspecified Reasons Relating To General Blog Content, I do have a ko-fi. I don't use it much (I have a low-level office job and still live with my parents, so I'm not stretching for money until I move out), but it does exist.

#tumblr #personal

[chaeryybomb]

should you fight them?

nct dream edition

listen y'all it's 4am and I can't sleep so here I am with another crack reaction fic because y'all loved the nct dream rooftop fights one

I would say all the dreamies have fighting experience because they're always together

so you gotta have some basic knowledge too

here's some times

when making a fist, never place your thumb in between your fingers. make sure your thumb is like resting about your index finger

if you're going in for a kick, your stance has to be wide. the basic stance for a kick is one leg forward and the other at the back

slightly bend both legs before kicking, makes it easier for you to kick and you'll feel less stiff

the elbow is one of the strongest bones so use it to your advantage to elbow someone

if you're trying to turn while kicking, you have to move your entire upperbody as well. from waist down

oh and make sure to flatten out your feet. kick with your top part of your feet, never kick with your toes. you're going to break if you do

anyways leggo

huang renjun

honestly if you have the confidence to fight THE huang renjun

go for it ig

but there's a 98% chance of you losing

the 2% chance is him suing you so either way it's a lose-lose

b u t theoretically, if you DO fight renjun

honestly you would need some height advantage

and I'm not talking like,,, tall height

no I mean you have to be shorter than this man

mans is so used to fighting people taller than him, I strongly believe he will be left confused fighting someone smaller than him

like you have to be under 165cm

that's where you get the advantage to kick him in the knees and mans goes down

but like kick em from behind the knees so so 1. you don't hurt your feet, 2. his knees would ✨ b u c k l e ✨

in all honesty you also have to be fast and agile

like you need to dodge his hands because if you get CAUGHT

he will STRANGLE YOU

PLACES YOU IN A C H O K E H O L D

but yeah the only way you can beat him is you have to be shorter than him AND you need whatever confidence you pulled out from your ass fhshdhshd

10/10 would not recommend to fight unless you're looking for a death wish

no but seriously if given the chance don't fight huang renjun

mans may look SOFT but he's lit rally the devil fhshdhs

lee jeno

no

just no

don't even tHINK ABOUT IT

you're not fighting lee jeno and that's it

why??

WHY???

WHY DO YOU THINK

HE'S LITERALLY THE MOST BUILT IN NCT DREAM BESIDES JAEMIN

MANS CAN PLUMMET YOU

the only reason he won't do it is because he's niCE

AND WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO FIGHT JENO

he's gonna be S A D

"w-why would you want fight me, y/n?"

(╯︵╰,)

you're gonna make jeno sad and renjun will come for your ass so honestly you'd be fighting renjun

so yeah don't fight jeno

just don't okay you heartless monster

lee haechan

in all honesty

you can fight haechan

there's a 50/50 chance of you winning

hyuck's not weak but he isn't strong either so—

he's gonna spend most of the time taunting you so you just need to sucker punch him to shut up—

you need to act i n t i m i d a t i n g

scare him a bit ya know

you definitely would need speed because he's fast

he's a runner

and you're going to need to chase him

it's a game of cat and mouse basically

pros of fighting haechan: you get to bragging rights if you win

cons of fighting haechan: 127 hyungs will be there in a millisecond to fight you and that's a whole another post

but if you win, he's gonna be so salty about it and is gonna start calling you out fhshdhhs

he might just hate you for it so being hated by haechan is not worth fighting him

na jaemin

jaemin would let you win

he can beat your ass but he'll let you win because he loves you

he's just that sweet okay

like I said, jaemin's the second most built in nct dream

so fighting him would be a stupid decision

but no mans will accept your challenge and let you win

he will literally f a l l when you touch him

you don't even have to punch him

one touch and he goes down

"aRGH YOU WIN Y/N, I LOST!!!"

dhshdhs he makes his losing really dramatic

but he thinks it's worth it because you get to be proud and happy!

so yeah "fighting" jaemin is a good idea if you need a boost of serotonin

beware he's gonna be pouty the entire time so—

but oh boy if you make him like mad mad

bye you won't live to see another day

there's two sides of jaemin, loud jaemin and quiet jaemin

and quiet jaemin is s c a r y

basically fight loud jaemin and not quiet jaemin

zhong chenle

HE'S NOT GOING TO EVEN GIVE YOU A CHANCE

AND HE WILL S U E YOU

chenle has the money and he will use it against you fhshdhs

unless you have the money too or yk have a lawyer family member

then the whole fight will be in court fhshfh

BUT BUT BUT

let's say you do fight him

you would win tbh

i don't think chenle's much a fighter

he's like haechan, he likes to tease and taunt people instead

so honestly you have the higher ups of winning

I recommend fighting with earplugs in because he's going to be screaming most of the time so yeah

but I really really don't recommend fighting chenle

chenle can look scary too

and plus he can and will definitely sue you so—

park jisung

now why would you want to fight this baby boy?????

HUH?????

like I would fight you for wanting to fight jisung

unlike jeno, you can at least still sorta fight him

BUT JISUNG IS OFF LIMITS

ALL 22 HYUNGS WILL COME AFTER YOU

A L L O F T H E M

boy may be tall asf but he's defenseless

he's just a giant lanky baby

why do you want to fight him???

okay but you would win if you do BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT

actually it kinda is since the post is should you fight the dreamies— wAIT NO

DHSHD POINT IS JUST DONT FIGHT JISUNG OKAY

like really go fight jaemin instead

he's the safest bet

but no jisung is OFF LIMITS

OFF LIMITS I SAY

and so what if you win

all you get is to brag about beating park jisung but then you're gonna live in guilt forever because you fought park jisung

#dhshdhs why do I sound so serious in this #fhshd the fighting tips are legit tho so um stay safe if yall ever need to fight fhshdbhs #kpop #nct #nct dream #nct reactions #nct imagines #nct dream reactions #nct dream imagines #huang renjun #renjun #lee jeno #jeno #lee haechan #haechan #na jaemin #jaemin #zhong chenle #chenle #park jisung #jisung #renjun imagines #jeno imagines #haechan imagines #jaemin imagines #chenle imagines #park jisung imagines #kpop imagines

[mousetaildeveloper]

April 7th 2022

Hi there, welcome to the start of my development diary for a project I’m tentatively calling “Mouse Tail.” I’m planning on making a Video Game by myself (mostly, I’ll likely outsource some stuff) and this blog will be a log of my feelings, progress, and anything else related to the project. I’m hoping to post here once a week at least, just to try and keep myself accountable, though don’t be surprised if this doesn’t go anywhere.

I'm planning on this game to be a Metroidvania style game, taking inspiration from some of my favourite game settings, namely you can expect influence from Hollow Knight, Bloodborne, and Ori and the Blind Forest.

To get any obvious questions out of the way, I'll try and answer some that I know I have answers to right now 1. What Platform will the game be for? A. I plan on making this game for PC only at the current time 2. How long will it take to make? A. I have no idea, I'm just one person doing this by themselves. 3. Why are you making this game? A. I've always loved games, and I also love programming, so here I am, trying to make the kind of game that I'd like to play. 4. Will you be running a kickstarter/GoFundMe/Patreon? A. Maybe eventually, right now I don't think I have enough material to justify asking people to support me financially, and the engine I currently plan on using (Unity) also has restrictions on my license regarding funding that I'd rather not risk getting sued or losing my ability to develop. 5. How can I support you if not financially? A. For right now, share this blog with others who might be interested! Though try not to get your hopes up too high, as I have no idea how this will go, Just a concept, passion, and some free time.

6. Do you have a plan to work on this, or are you just winging it? A. I'll mostly be working on this project between school and my part-time job, so progress will likely be slow at least at first. that being said below the cut is the development plan/roadmap I've made, It's not comprehensive by any means, but it details my intended process.

Development will be split into 4 phases, Planning, Prototyping, Production, and Polishing.

Planning is where I am now, this is where I'll be figuring out the central elements of the game, what kind of game it will be, what the tone will be, how I want the game to feel, etc. Some of this work is already done, I have ideas about the narrative, and a few core concepts have already been worked out (like the Player Character for example.) The biggest challenge of this phase is knowing when to start the next phase. My fear is getting stuck "overplanning" and never starting.

Prototyping will be where I do the bulk of the coding work, I'll be creating the systems and mechanics of the game. The goal of this phase is to have a playable tech demo by the end of it, that should be able to accomplish all of the features I intend to put in the game. This is effectively where the gameplay will be made. Stuff like movement, Combat, Menus, basically just how everything in the game works under the hood. This is the phase I actually have the most confidence in, though I may find that misplaced as time goes on, we'll see.

Production is the third phase, and this is where I'll be making the actual content of the game. You could consider this phase being where the game is in 'Alpha' as builds may be released to test content, and find any catastrophic bugs, but the focus here is mostly on adding content until the game feels complete. When this phase is done you could consider the game in 'Beta.'

Polishing is the Final phase, this is when all of the intended content has been added to the game, and all that remains is polishing up assets, optimizing performance, and squishing bugs. this is the other phase that I worry about never completing, as I could end up polishing forever, and never releasing. Once this phase is over, I should have a fully finished game!

That being said, I'll elaborate a bit on the specifics of what I plan on accomplishing in each phase.

Planning - You Are Here 1. Establish the overall narrative of the game (40% there) 2. Establish the story telling style (Done) 3. Establish an artistic theme (Done) 4. Establish Major Mechanics (Anything outside basic combat/movement) 5. Establish Game Vibe (What do I want this game to be? How do I want it to feel)

After this I should have enough material to start.....

Prototyping - Function over Form 1. Implement Object types (player, enemy, npc, terrain, boss, etc) 2. Implement Basic Movement Mechanics (Walking, Jumping, Camera) 3. Implement Player Status Mechanics (Health, Mana, Damage, etc) 4. Implement Basic Combat Mechanics (Normal Attacks, Dealing and Receiving Damage) 5. Implement Basic UI/HUD Systems (HUD, main menu) 6. Implement Basic Enemy AI (Have enemies fight back) 7. Implement Advanced Movement Mechanics (Dash, Dodge, Double Jump, etc.) 8. Implement Advanced Combat Mechanics (Projectiles, special attacks, Healing) 9. Implement Screen/Room Transition Systems 10. Implement Map Systems (Update Player Map with exploration) 11. Implement Player Menu Systems (Inventory, Map, Journal Menus) 12. Implement Fast Travel Systems 13. Implement Visual Effect Systems (Animations, Attack Effects, Etc) 14. Implement Sound Effect Systems (Enemy/Player/NPC/Interaction sounds) 15. Implement Ambient Sound Systems (ambient background sounds, background music) 16. Implement Global Trigger Systems (Story event triggers, Boss defeats, Collectibles, Upgrades) 17. Implement Save Game Systems 18. Implement Perma-Death Systems 19. Implement any other systems needed but not listed (means I don't know about them) 20. Optimize systems to best of ability

Ideally at this point I now have a fully functional tech demo that is capable of housing all the features I want in my game, Which means now I can move on to the next phase.....

Production - Content is King Production is a bit special as it has a few loops to be repeated, so I'll detail the design loop for Enemies and regions, and then anything outside that scope will come after. It's also important to note that the order is flexible, and is just a basic guide to help if stuck

Enemies - Oh the Misery 1. Define Enemy type A. Basic, No AI, does not deviate from set routine. B. Simple, Targets Player, has simple attack like running at the player C. Complex, Targets Player, Has 1 or more abilities that it can use D. Boss, Challenging fight, typically protecting a story beat or major upgrade 2. Design Enemy Appearance 3. Design Enemy Movement (How does it move? fast, slow, erratic, predictable, jumpy, flies, etc.) 4. Design its Attacks (How is it trying to kill you) 5. Design its sounds (What sounds does it make when it moves, when it attacks, when it's hit, when it dies?) 6. Design its Strength (HP, Defense, how often does it attack) 7. Implement Design

NPCs - Anything not trying to kill you more or less 1. Define NPCs purpose (Merchant, Companion, Lore, Storytelling, etc.) 2. Design NPC Appearance 3. Design NPC Interactivity (Do they run from the player, do they talk to the player, etc) 4. Design NPC 'Inventory' (For merchants what do they sell, for companions how do they fight, etc.) 5. Design NPC movement (if applicable) 6. Design NPC sounds 7. Implement Design

Regions - Put the Geo in Geography 1. Define the Purpose of the Region (Every Region should contribute to the narrative or player progression.) 2. Define the Theme of the Region (Every Region should be visually distinct, this will also help tailor enemy design to the region) 3. Design the Layout of the Region (How is it shaped, what rooms go where) 4. Design Region Rooms/Screens (Make the rooms) 5. Design Regional Enemies (Design region bosses, and regional enemies) 6. Distribute Regional Enemies (put the enemies where they're supposed to go 7. Design Region NPCs 8. Distribute Resources (Place Upgrades, Collectibles, Fast Travel Points, NPCs, etc.) 9. Implement Region

Design Priority - What to do first 1. Design and Implement UI/HUD (HUD, all menus, Icons) 2. Design Upgrades (All possible player upgrades) 3. Design and Implement Regions

Ideally here the game is "complete" all the planned content is now implemented, the game can enter 'beta' and we move on to the fourth and final development phase.....

Polishing - Try not to Cyberpunk it a.k.a. Beta builds galore 1. Eliminating catastrophic bugs first (things that cause crashes, or PC errors) 2. Eliminate Severe bugs (things that cause the game to become unpleasant to play, stuff like broken global triggers, softlocks, hardlocks, etc.) 3. Eliminate Moderate bugs (things that keep the game playable, but are still annoying, misalligned hitboxes, movement errors, etc.) 4. Eliminate Minor Bugs (things that are difficult to reproduce, highly specific bugs, etc.) 5. Optimize game performance (try and reduce resource load on the system)

So that's the roadmap/plan/guide I plan on using for this development journey, at least at first. My plans may change as I dive into things, but I can't predict the future. if all goes to plan, then by the time I've hit this point I have a completed game! which means I can go to the secret fifth phase of development.....

Publishing! - Congrats, you made it! The game is done, you've done your best to make it, all that's left is putting it up on your platform(s) of choice, and letting players do the rest. (though you are likely going to need to do a few patches)

If you've read this far, thanks, I hope you'll keep checking in, and I'm excited to document where I'm going with this! See you some time next week maybe!

#Mouse Tail Game #game dev #indie dev #indie game

[qingxintea]

➼ chongyun || hiraeth

tw: mention of knives (no violence), kidnapping, explosion _______

you angled your camera to catch your face and upper body correctly and adjusted your blinds for the correct lighting. you put thin pieces of yellow and pink paper over your lamp to give off a sunset lighting sort of aesthetic in your minimalist room. your tiny cacao tree sat in the corner of your room, setting some sort of simple beach vibe.

then, you began to stream.

you watched as majority of your followers came to view as you sat in your rolly gaming chair. the greetings came rushing in and you noticed two of your friends had came along too, xingqiu and chongyun.

"hey gang, it's kingexplosionmurder here with your weekly sunday stream," you smiled and watched as comments came in asking you to notice them. beginning to select randomly, you flicked a short strand of hair behind your ear. "you have been noticed, yourlocalsugardaddy," you blessed them. and you swore you chose randomly.

on the other side of the screen, chongyun's face slightly flushed before eating his popsicle again. yes, that was his username, selected by xingqiu after the guhua heir was somehow able to trick him into selecting so. the situation must've been that he accidentally consumed some jueyun chili's, that was also xingqiu's doing.

he watched you smile as you explained your schedule for this stream, when he noticed you suddenly began laughing. it sounded genuine, he wanted to believe it was genuine, but there was a trace of disappointment in it. he observed your face, noticing you were looking at the chat box. "i agree too, scarymoose."

scarymoose: this streamer's kinda dog shit ngl 😐

by instinct, his fingers grazed over the keyboard as he analyzed the tone. this kid wasn't joking around with himself, he was really out to bring you down. he exhaled, shaking his head, wondering how you would deal in the situation.

yourlocalsugardaddy: miss karen this isn't yelp 🙄

he wasn't content with that yet, things could've gone onto more serious matters, but he knew you liked to keep your chat clean and peaceful. you went to the farther extents to keep that from happening, agreeing with rude comments yourself as a said joke, but actually have it sometimes harming you.

so chongyun tried his best to keep you happy.

redrumreaper: yo moose chill 😳

he recognized his friend xingqiu also trying to calm the situation as you just laughed it off and attempted to continue, sooner enough just beginning to ignore all his comments. some other viewers came up to your defense but in all honesty, you wanted to move on.

"s-so, i found some silk flowers outside of wangshuu inn yesterday, aren't they pretty?" you took a tiny bouquet of the said silk flowers and presented it to your viewers, holding it next to your cheek. the pink tone of the flowers matched the color of your cheeks and made for a nice picture. chongyun would've screenshotted it, but he respected your privacy.

yourlocaldumba$$: yes they're so pretty we love you 😍

13lue13erry: yes ong ong 💕 thiccer than my granny

Straw13erry: don't bring madame ping into this 💀💀

colino: are you sure it's alright to take from someone's legally owned property ?? much less from their garden

Straw13erry: u mean ur neighbors don't harvest ur flowers every day? 🙄 privilege spoke 🤚

yourlocalsugardaddy: vv pretty 😳

redrumreaper: simp 💀

you slightly choked over on your side and xingqiu calling chongyun a simp, for you. quickly clearing your throat, you regained your composure. your viewers could see that your cheeks had been dusted with a darker shade now.

13lue13erry: 👀

Straw13erry: 👀

yourlocaldumba$$: 👀

redrumreaper: 👀

sireluck: 💀

bazinga: 👀

dandelionn: 👀

poetichoe: 👀

"okay- anyways," you pushed that aside, watching the chain of 👀's coming in. you weren't too sure at what they were referring to, but just assumed that they were interested in xingqiu exposing chongyun. but, there was no way chongyun really felt like that, right? it was just a friendly compliment from what you believed. "just a tiny flex but y'all guys, i am so cracked at apex, not gonna lie. for all the new followers out there," you randomly commented. 'and to change the subject.'

"actually, you know what? fuck the schedule, let's go to trolling little eight year old kids posting selfies on instagram. due to certain reasons i'm just not gonna be blurring their usernames out, but please don't spam these people, i don't wanna be cancelled 💗" you sweetly smiled as you pulled up instagram and started streaming on your phone.

of course your sus notifications ruined it 🤡🤡

because xingqiu took advantage of the situation, sending messages to your discord. nothing mentioning your romantic life because he knew better than that, but just trolling. 'HEY GANG. ITS ME, TONY, AND TODAY WE'RE GONNA SEE IF IM FASTER THAN THIS MOUSE TRAP.' 'TURNS OUT, I AM NOT FASTER THAN THIS MOUSE TRAP.' 'AN UPDATE, IT HURTS. ALRIGHT. BYE GUYS.' you tried hard to contain your laughter, but certain giggles came out in the end, giggles that made chongyun's heart flutter.

xingqiu just kept spamming without a stop, to the point that you accidentally clicked into the notification instead of someone's username on a selfie post. so now everyone could see your group chat with xingqiu, chongyun, and a few other viewers that were actually your other friends.

13lue13erry: oh no 🤡

Straw13erry: 🗿

yourlocaldumba$$: HAHAHAHA WE'RE EXPOSED 🤡👌

just water support boy 😔: image.png

oh my god he's sending chongyun catboy edits. you made this concerning noise, glad no one really seemed to know who chongyun really was on twitch. you went back to instagram, beginning to dm a random kid, ignoring the situation that had just happened.

chongyun choked, slight heat running to his cheeks. what the fuck was xingqiu doing- how did he even get those pictures? maybe it was that one time xingqiu forced him to go to a furry con, but how did he ever get the time to photograph these? he nervously fidgeted and played with his fingers.

13lue13erry: 🤡

Straw13erry: 🤡

yourlocaldumba$$: 🤡

redrumreaper: 🤡

<— oraoraoraor

kingexplosionmurder: chav check

oraoraoraor: what

kingexplosionmurder: chav: check 😹😹

oraoraoraor: bruh

oraoraoraor: who tf are you

kingexplosionmurder: hope you like baddies cause i'm bad at everything 💗

oraoraoraor: bruh ok i'm blocking

kingexplosionmurder: stop dming me

oraoraoraor: 😐

kingexplosionmurder: stop dming me

oraoraoraor: wtf

kingexplosionmurder: stop dming me

oraoraoraor: wait wait UR that one twitch streamer?

kingexplosionmurder: stop dming me

oraoraoraor: ig ur fans gonna be so disappointed in you

kingexplosionmurder: stop dming me

oraoraoraor: hahaha wtf i'm gonna post this and tag you

kingexplosionmurder: stop dming me

afterwards you sent a barrage of really cursed images and left the person on read when they tried to complain and get a reaction out of you. you chuckled, extremely satisfied with yourself. this is what your viewers followed you for. you went on hunting for another user, "GO Y/N GO" filling up your chat.

you were just about to dm this other kid until you heard a ring from your doorbell. "oh what the fuck, i didn't invite anyone. but you know what, i'll pull something up to entertain y'all guys while i'm afk." searching on youtube, you typed in 'banana fish ep. 1' and clicked on the longest video you saw. then you got up from your chair, making your way to the front door.

you didn't mute yourself before because you thought there was really no need to, and you underestimated your mic sensitivity. god did you wish that you could go back and time and do just that.

twisting the doorknob, you opened your door and was met with... a certain, someone.

someone that you recognized and has caused you so much pain, and it was all so fun and games before they had to come along. "bruh. aight what you here for fam?" you played it super chill, though you were really sick and tired of this person's shit.

"(y/n). we need to talk," her stern voice made you flinch as you just stared straight into her eyes. you simply nodded your head and crossed your arms, shifting your weight onto your right leg. "we're thinking of taking you back home."

your froze, your breath hitching as you just stood there, waiting for her to go on. clenching your fists and looking down, you stayed silent for a little moment and questioned, "...why?"

"well, you have a stable income source, right?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips. "you can finally be of use to us," she clasped her hands together, a bright smile on her face. your finger twitched, awaiting an explanation. "you're a streamer, yeah? so you can be a useful asset to our family name."

"...you only want me to come back so i can make you all seem... good?"

and here you thought, just for a second, that you would be accepted back into the place where you really belonged. your shoulders slumped, as small tears began to well up in your eyes. "and for our profitable gain of course, it would be a shame to not acquire that from you."

you composed yourself and looked up. "im afraid my profit can only cover for one person, and it would be myself that i focus to make a suitable and independent living out of. you've kicked me out ever since i've graduated from college and had me fend for myself, now inviting me back once i have a stable job?" you breathed, fiddling with the sleeves of your black hoodie.

"oh, not inviting, dear. taking."

confused by her words, you let your guard down as she suddenly pushed a warm cloth over your mouth as you let out a constrained scream. you tried to break free of her grasp, reaching for the switchblade in your pocket, but the drowsing chemicals from the cloth took control of you and you felt disoriented. "you... bitch..."

your head hit the floor.

》●✿ time ● skip ✿●

silence.

thats all you heard when you awoke.

pure, unfiltered silence that overwhelmed you as you were completely lost. what was happening?

you tried turning to the other side of your childhood bed, the moon casting light shadows into your 'room'. there was a rope around your wrists you noticed, so you brought them up to your lips and starting gnawing on them until it broke apart. (guys we feral its not a furry instinct ok?/ ??  ?)

the material had irritated your skin, but you put that aside for now. escape- thats what you really needed to do. it was fairly dark, but you didn't have a good estimate of time. the analog clock was broken and set to a different time that displayed 11AM. you sat up, your fingers running along the frame of the window next to you.

for a moment, you stopped, thoughts rushing into your head. what if you could start a whole other life here where things could finally be peaceful, what if you didn't have to feel so isolated anymore, what if you could- ...

no. (y/n), get yourself together. what has happened will anyways stay there, and there is no healing scars. ...still, you couldn't shake off the feeling of missing this home so much when you had an amazing childhood, though full of fake actors who had manipulated you.

opening all the cabinets silently, you grabbed things that you assumed would come to your aid. a tiny backpack, which you then stuffed with other things around it. a first aid kit, a spare knife just in case, along with a clean oversized sweater and a couple dollar bills. all that, along with a compass.

you turned towards your window, stepping on your bed.

pushing open the sides of your window, your stepped on, the brown coldness of the frame coming in contact with your feet. you shivered just a little bit before stopping to think. what would you do once you were out of here? you barely knew your way here. and not to mention, your devices were still left at your other house, so there was no way of contact.

...

did your stream ever end? even if it did, had you muted yourself before leaving? no, you didn't, and you could remember in precise detail. someone out there, anyone, would be willing to help, right? you couldn't possibly be here forever, not when you're basically blown up all over your socials?

your friends, yes, your friends! xingqiu and chongyun were watching the stream and had made obvious interaction in doing so, and they'd be willing to protect you. if they just had a lead...

but... what lead was there? all they heard was the woman's voice and, that was probably it, wasn't it? only a voice with no other clear features that could identify her. it looked like you were doing this on your own.

you came in contact with the blades of grass tickling your feet and conveniently found a pair of sneakers outside. it definitely wasn't yours, and it smelled like the scent of your old room. most likely, it belonged to someone from inside your house, lavender and mint, but who inside there was in the age range to wear modern day sneakers..?

brushing that question aside, you unhesitatingly laced them on and they were just a bit too big, but you could manage.

you breathed, inhaling the freedom intertwined air, a much needed factor of bringing you back to your lost sense of happiness. then, the fear struck you once again, because you needed to improvise now. you needed to run, but which direction? you barely knew this place at all.

you dug around your pocket for the compass you had and it was pointing east. you remember that stepping out of your house was facing west, so you were going the right way... but who knows how messy the path was? it couldn't have been an exact pathway, but going directly ahead was your simplest option.

you heard a pair of footsteps coming from inside the house, probably a few seconds away to opening the door. you sucked in your breath and ran, ran as far as your legs could take you. your intimidating speed and played into your advantage, and taking one last look, you saw the lights on, before continuing.

a few minutes into it, you felt some elemental energy. it was a sense you learned to develop since you were young, giving you the upper hand in a variety of situations. you followed the trail of glowing lines, the air starting to get colder and colder. you shuddered, the crisp coldness nipping at your skin.

you sat below a tree, taking your backpack off your shoulder and took out the oversized sweater. you put it on over your black tee and light blue skinny jeans, its nostalgic aroma filling your sense of smell.

it was... warm.

it shouldn't be warm.

the warmth proved as a sign that someone had worn it before, but this size was from what you knew, too small to fit the woman you came across again, and you absolutely did not recall any other beings within the house. it was a small household.

suddenly, you remembered what she said.

we're thinking of taking you back home. you can finally be of use to us.

plural. you should've noticed it before and you shook your head, slightly disappointed in yourself. you didn't remember any other birth siblings. could it be the fact that during the time, they had, in a way, replaced you?

you sat up, then suddenly went drowsy. your eyelids were getting heavy as your back hit the same tree. ah, that clever bitch. you chuckled to yourself, but still unsatisfied how this was gonna end. reaching inside your pocket, you grabbed a bomb that a little kid gave you, and threw it as far as you could. it wasn't as far as you hoped, but it was exceptionally far considered your sleepy state.

in a few couple seconds or so, it was going to explode. you did that to divert the attention of her and slowly ran as far as you could. a few seconds in, you gave in, hoping that your efforts were enough. 》●✿ perspective ● shift ✿●

chongyun heard an explosion.

he raised his head in the direction smoke was coming from, and made a run for it, then stopping to think. no, you're smarter than this. he gathered his shit together and remembered that one day klee gave you a bomb. he deducted that you had used it as a diversion, and began to search around the area.

and finally, he came across your sleeping body. to ensure your living state, he crouched down and let two fingers travel across your neck, searching for a pulse, and was relieved when he found one, pulsing at a normal rate.

he then carried you on his back, picking up the pace since he deducted someone was out for you, would you need a distraction. he remembered some details of the woman, she had ended your stream with your sleeping form in her hands, a dirty smirk coming across her lips. she had dark hair with some natural highlights, but that was all he saw because the rest was concealed by a cloak.

a few minutes, maybe half an hour later, you began to stir. chongyun decided that he ventured far enough to liyue and slowed down for your comfort. he wanted you to get some well deserved rest. but slowly, you woke up, but only the tiniest movement was made. your eyes were still droopy and you wanted to return to sleep.

but the sight of pastel blue hair kept you from doing so.

you felt the familiar silk coming in contact with your arms as he kept on trudging forward at a more consistent and smooth pace. "..chongyun?" you muttered out weakly, earning a small smile from the male. he hummed in response, continuing forward.

your mind was cloudy, unable to interpret the language of the world. but softly, words effortlessly escaped your lips, "... did i do the right... thing?" blinking multiple times, you awaited his answer.

"yes, yes you did," his soft voice reached your ears, making you smile a bit. you nuzzled deeper into his shoulder, clinging onto him tighter, unwilling to let go.

"thank you," you whispered.

he chuckled a bit before responding, "anything for you."

_____

bro ending is a little off because i'm wrote this at 2:53AM and so my brain has went ⬇️⬇️ also i'm just hungry

copy and pasted from my wattpad,, @ppeachtea_

#chongyun #genshin impact x reader #chongyun x reader #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact headcanon #fanfic

[mariana-oconnor]

Oh boy, this post+ thing is really bringing that whole 'old fans/new fans' monetisation of fanworks issue up again, huh?

The idea of charging anyone money for any fanwork of mine actually gives me anxiety. I am aware that people do it with their own fanworks and that in itself makes me very uncomfortable. I have genuinely stopped following some people because they started selling hardcover copies of their fanfics and I was really uncomfortable about it.

For fandoms that are in the public domain - sure, that's fine. For other fandoms? It's definitely illegal. A lot of the time people/companies don't sue because of the time, money and effort that would take for a relatively small issue. But the more widespread it becomes, the more of an issue it's likely to become and the more copyright holders like Disney (yes, I am invoking the mouse, because they own a whole lot of properties that are really popular in fandom spaces) are going to see it and the more they are going to want to crack down on it. We don't want to go back to a time when you can only create fanworks for certain fandoms, or we're all in hiding. Again.

So I won't be monetising my fanworks. Or monetising my Tumblr, which is half of my access to fandom. Let's face it, no one wants to pay to see my dumb paint drawings, and I'd feel really weird making you. I don't draw them for money. I draw them because I'm bored and drawing is fun.

'Other people do it and don't get sued' is not the same as 'it's legal and I won't get sued.' I'm not going to police people, but I really hope that all the people who are monetising their fanworks are at the very least aware of what they are doing and hopefully are also prepared in case they do get caught in a legal mess.

Also post+ is dumb. I love you guys, but I'm not paying for Tumblr.

#fandom #tumblr #monetisation of fanworks #Even if the odds are in your favour #I am very risk averse #Also copyright law here in the UK is a load more strict than in the US #Which is weird #but I'm not even kidding #The fair use law over here is a lot more specific #I was reading about that just this morning #Also public domain is a weird thing #Like some of Sherlock Holmes is in the public domain #some of it isn't #Go look up the Enola Holmes lawsuit if you think I'm joking #They got sued because Sherlock was too nice to women #I kid you not

[thetoadcrow]

PROTEST AGAINST POST+

hello dear followers! if you look back at the few reblogs I’ve made today, you can see that I am not for post+. As this blog posts mostly fan content in the form of fanart and shitposts and most who follow me/like my posts are here for the fan content, and as I am a broke student and art supplies are expansive, I would not like to get sued for putting some fanart behind a paywall and having Mr. Mouse take my kidneys from me. so please go follow @postplus-protest and read their posts and take part in the protest if you are able to. if you aren’t, at least spread the word!! and if you are a fellow fanartist or make fan content of any kind, please plase PLEASE read everything as to not get sued!!! I know my blog is small and I barely have a voice but I do care about this platform very much. no matter how fucked up it gets at times.. so please do your part!

ty for reading my ramblings and I’ll see you next time :)

#tumblrlogoff2021 #post+ #protest #do your part

[kclenhartnovels]

Horseshoes and Hand Grenades, Larocque’s Introduction

As I’m finally getting some actual words done on the project, here’s a fun sneak peak into the early chapter, and Harding’s first interaction with Larocque. I feel like I’m finally finding the narrative voice, and I may be having too much fun with descriptions.

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"Agent John Harding, Sr.?"

The use of his full name startled Harding out of his focus, and he jerked up so suddenly he sent half a dozen papers fluttering to the ground. They hadn't been in much order to begin with, emptied from the file box and strewn across his desk and the floor with a few of his own notes scribbled on post-its on top of them, still trying to make sense of the flood of information. He had expected some other lackey suit to be standing in the door to his office, perhaps holding another full box or checking in on his progress as they had been doing for the past couple days, but instead was someone he had never seen before. And he didn't look like a paper pusher, or a field agent. Instead of a suit, he wore a long white lab coat, immaculately pressed and clean. He had the long, narrow look of someone who had at one point been a normal proportion, but then had been squeezed and pulled too tightly through some sort of unforgiving machine. His high cheekbones angled too sharply against the line of his jaw, leaving hollows that might have been called dimples if they didn't look so severely cut. Dark blond hair curled loosely across his temples, and seemed the only thing about him not pressed and stretched into a cultivated, regimented perfection. Harding got the distinct impression that he was some sort of lizard that had decided to wear a human-suit, but had no idea how to make it properly fitted. If he saw a forked tongue, Harding was going to carve a window into the wall behind him and jump through it.

"Yes, sir," he answered instead. "That's me. Can I help you?"

The reptile in the doorway smiled, at least much in the same way a snake smiled while sizing up a cornered mouse. It was less of a gesture of goodwill, and more a yawn of fangs in preparation to swallow someone whole. "My name is Dr. Henri Larocque. I have the results of your bloodwork."

"Ah." When Larocque didn't continue right away, Harding felt compelled to speak. "Is this like looking up symptoms on the Internet? Do I have brain cancer?"

The doctor's smile widened marginally, enough to finally wrinkle the hollows of his pitted cheeks. "Quite the contrary. Won't you follow me?"

"Why do I feel like I don't have a choice in the matter?" Harding picked up a few of the papers that had fallen, returned them to the piles where (he thought) they came from, and gingerly stepped around the rest. Standing beside Larocque, he was even more acutely aware that his own suit was rumpled, his tie was loosely done, and he hadn't really slept in a day or so. He felt rather like a stray dog beside a freshly-groomed Westminster poodle.

"You always have a choice, John."

Harding flinched. No one called each other by first names here, and he wasn't sure if it felt too familial, or too mocking when the doctor said it. It was just weird. Everything about the doctor spoke something of the other, and he couldn't help but wonder if there was some sort of Lovecraftian beast lurking under the skin, rather than a simple razor-toothed lizard. "Yeah, it sounds like it. You sure I don't have brain cancer?"

Larocque led him down the hallway, past the series of windowless offices where other paper-pushers like him worked, past the open cubicles of other agents. RJ saw them pass by, and she stood to exchange a glance with him. He offered her a shrug, and gestured vaguely towards the white coat in front of him, before spinning one finger beside his temple in a gesture of insanity. When she looked genuinely alarmed, a tightness formed in his stomach. Did she know something he didn't?

The doctor pushed open a door at the end of the hall, and gestured Harding into the same small clinic room where the nurse had drawn his blood almost two weeks ago. "Please, have a seat."

The only place to sit was on the hard metal table, covered with a sheet of sterile paper, and Harding felt like a child waiting for a round of vaccinations when he hopped up onto it. The paper crinkled under his hands. The sound settled around the knot in his stomach, adding an acidity that made his teeth ache, as if he had just heard nails scraping against chalkboard for the past two hours. "So," he began lamely, "what's this about? They never said what the blood draw was for."

Larocque drew the shades on the door's window, giving them as much privacy as could be expected. Harding half waited for him to pull out a butcher's knife and begin painting the white walls with chunks of his flesh. But instead, the doctor moved in front of him, and tapped his tapered fingers against a clipboard. "How much do you know about the human genome, John?"

His teeth ached, and he realized he had been gritting them. "It's Agent Harding."

The doctor smiled thinly. "Answer the question, please."

What the fuck was he supposed to say? "I'm not a biologist. I studied French and political science. I know they finished the human genome project recently. It was all over the news." Larocque nodded, and seemed to be waiting for him to go on. He felt a frustrated sigh hiss past his clenched teeth. A headache began to throb in his temple. He hadn't slept, hadn't eaten anything that morning aside from three cups of coffee and half a bagel that he had mostly neglected after he found mold in the cream cheese. "I don't know. DNA makes us who we are?"

"That is correct." He sounded like a teacher, praising an especially thick student for finally answering a simple question, while the rest of the class snickered and flicked spitballs at them. "And we have mapped your genetic code. This is a brave new world we are entering, and you and I are to be on the forefront of this new science. You see, your DNA is holding something extraordinary."

"Not brain cancer, then?"

Larocque's impeccable human suit flickered with irritation. His nostrils flared, and a hint of color finally touched the hollows of his face. "I am certain that you are aware of the rumors of humans with powers beyond the norm? Those that can produce elements with the powers of their mind, or move at speeds and strengths thought impossible?"

"I read comic books," Harding agreed.

"This is not colorful fiction any longer, John. We may have the power to unlock and strengthen these abilities, now that we know the genetic markers that indicate a predilection towards them." He tapped the clipboard again, and his taunt body leaned forward some. "And the markers on yours are incredibly rare. Tell me, how often do you get sick?"

"Get sick?" he repeated, feeling a fresh pulse in his headache when Larocque called him by his first name again.

"Yes, how often do you contract an illness?"

The question gave him pause. "I don't know. I guess--as often as anyone."

"Specifically, when was the last time you were ill?"

"I don't know." He had to bite his tongue to keep from cursing. Professionalism had been his feedback when he was accepted into the program. He had really wanted to tell them then that they could go fuck themselves. Translators weren't in the public eye anyway. But he needed this job. He just didn't need this reptile probing him with weird questions. Fuck, when was the last time he had been sick? He could remember looking after Karen when she got colds, when she got the flu last year, and she had scolded him for kissing her, because what if he got sick next? The only thing he could remember-- "Food poisoning," he said at last. "Uh, senior year of college. Four buddies and me went to a bad choice of restaurant. They all ended up in the hospital."

"And you?" Larocque pressed.

He shrugged. "I was cradling the toilet for eight hours or so. It was miserable."

"Only eight hours for food poisoning, when all your friends were in the hospital for--how long?"

His shrug came stiffer. It hurt his shoulders to make the gesture. His stomach tightened again, knotting in on itself like a low throb of warning. "I don't really remember. They got their stomachs pumped and they were dehydrated so--a day? Two?" He could taste the lie. One of his friends had nearly died, and was there for a week. The other two spent four days wretched and pale. They had sued the restaurant and won enough money that the one who had treaded the veil decided he didn't need to find a job, and bought a house instead. Harding hadn't been a part of all that. He had never even told a doctor that he had been ill. It hadn't seemed to do any harm.

Larocque made a note on his clipboard. "And that was how long ago now? Four, five years?" he guessed.

Harding felt his shoulders jerk in another harsh shrug. It felt as if his muscles were trying to tear themselves free of the bone.

"And before that? Or since then? Any allergies?"

"Nope. Not that I've found yet. Why? Do you think I'm some sort of superhuman cockroach or something?"

"Precisely that."

Harding opened his mouth to speak, but his tongue was dry, and he snapped his teeth shut again. What the fuck was he supposed to say to that?

"What about injuries?" the doctor went on. "Any broken bones?"

"I broke my arm when I was a kid. I got a papercut this morning." He held up his hand to show the mark on his finger, but the line was so thin it was nearly invisible, and the skin was barely torn. He had a hard time finding where it had happened to begin with. "Fuck, I was in a car accident two years ago and had a concussion. Ripped my head open on the steering wheel." He tilted his head slightly, running his fingers along a scar just at his hairline, faded and smooth. "I'm not a man of steel or anyth--can you back up?"

But Larocque had closed the distance between them, and took Harding's head between his thin hands. His fingers were cold. Harding tried to pull back, but he was held like a vice, and the doctor inspected the scar with such intensity that he had to wonder if the reptile also possessed laser vision or something.

"Fascinating," the doctor breathed at last. "A scar this healed would take decades for a normal individual. You had stitches on this wound, yes?"

"Twelve staples."

"Incredible. The marks have completely vanished. If your body already possesses this sort of accelerated healing, then it should only grow stronger once we begin the treatment."

Harding finally jerked himself free of Larocque's probing hands, and all-but fell off the metal table to get away from him. "The fuck do you mean, treatment?"

"I have your paperwork to sign first, of course. We will need your informed consent to begin." Larocque's dark eyes were glittering, and he had the giddy appearance of a schoolboy that had found a particularly large worm on the playground, and couldn't wait to pull it apart to watch both ends wiggle bloody death throes. "I'll have it all sent to your desk. I suggest you finish your current project quickly. We start treatments on Monday."

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Mistletoe Manor - Part 4

Summary: Christmas is the most important time of year for all those who live within Mistletoe Manor. From the staff to the Hawthorne family themselves, everyone works hard to ensure that the festive season is a success every year! We invite you to see if everyone can pull off another  magical Christmas at the manor this year.

Pairing: Park Seo Joon, Bang Yongguk, Brian Kang, Jung Daehyun, Jung Jaehyun, Lee Taeyong and OCs.

Genre: regency au / romance / christmas au

A/N: Becky ( @noona-clock​ ) and I wanted to create a magical Christmas for everyone and what  better way to do that than at Mistletoe Manor! Because of the nature of having several idols, we chose to work with OCs and we hope you love them as much as we do.

Mistletoe Manor will be posted daily at 10am NZST / 4pm EST daily.

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The requirements in the manor after the mishap at the Winter Festival meant a lot of the staff were now working two roles. For the sake of meeting the deadline, it made sense that this was happening and a lot of the villagers were also teaming up with the staff and Hawthorne family to make it work.

It was suddenly rather quiet in Mistletoe Manor, and this suited Taeyong just fine. He had been tasked to stay on with Percy, the butler, knowing between the two of them, the house would maintain its excellence in standing.

But that wasn’t without a little assistance from Taeyong himself.

“What do you think you’re doing?!”

Looking up from the banister Taeyong was polishing, he noticed Anna standing there. He smirked, going back to the task at hand. “Is it in your repertoire to leave such streaks? The Hawthorne’s use these stairs on the daily. I would be utterly aghast if I were them to see such a mess.”

“Su-such a mess?!” Anna echoed, shoving him aside to inspect the railing. She then turned to him, pointedly. “You’re teasing me!”

“I’m afraid not, I have merely masked your errors. Don’t you have bedding to change?” Taeyong mentioned and Anna placed her hands on her hips, making it impossible for him to keep his humour to himself. He chuckled smugly. “Will taking purchase in your sides make those hands work any faster?”

“Might I remind you, Taeyong, of your own role within this house?”

He nodded, proudly. “I am at the service of the Hawthorne’s needs.”

“You’re a footman. Not a maid.”

“I’d hope not, could you imagine me prancing around here in your outfit? It would make a sight for sore eyes!”

“Just because Percy took you under his wing since you’re too afraid of hard work out at the marketplace-”

“Now, hold up just a second-”

“Does not mean you come up in here and boss me around!”

“When did I?” he retorted, throwing down the cloth onto the banister. “I was merely minding my own business until you stuck your nose-”

“My nose?! What is so wrong with my nose?!” Anna argued, her face now glowing hot as she shoved it closer to his. Taeyong tightened his tie in order to compose himself.

They were always like this. Many referred to them as the cat and mouse of this house, their bickering constantly heard down every hallway. Even the owners of the residence were humoured by the pair, though Taeyong found Anna to be the most intolerable woman in this county.

And having her stand this close to him made him entirely uncomfortable. Jarringly stepping back, he missed his footing, stumbling down a few stairs before landing on his bottom.

Anna giggled. “Yes, now that suits you just fine. The stumbling idiot. Back to my bedding, isn’t that right?”

“ANNA!”

Throughout the day, Taeyong continued to have endless mishaps whenever he crossed paths with the maid. Anna was just as frustrated with him, glaring at him as she dropped a stack of folded towels when he had come past her carrying out the dirty laundry. She had dusted the drapes right into his line of cleaning the windows and Taeyong had stepped in her pile of cinders she removed from the parlour’s hearth.

It was chaotic and yet, as he fell back upon his bed that evening, he couldn’t help but laugh.

It had been a good day.

When the next day arrived, he was tasked with helping Anna clean the grand dining hall. After the festival began, guests would soon arrive for Christmas at the manor and more meals would be held within this room. It would need to be spotless now so they could set up for the first large meal of the holidays.

“You do the left side and I’ll do the right,” Anna instructed and Taeyong blew out an air of annoyance, moving forward towards the centre of the room instead. “Are you not listening to me? As one of the head maids in this house, I should be respected!”

“Why should I show respect to someone who belittles me at any chance she gets?”

“You’re impossible!”

“At least you know my own sentiments towards you,” Taeyong agreed, clearing off the table so he could climb on top of it.

Anna gasped. “Get down from there right this instant! You do not put your feet on a table!”

“Pray tell, how do we clean the chandelier then?” he asked bitterly, and she gestured him down, slapping at his ankle until he hopped down.

And then she groaned. “You will not breathe a word of this to anyone else.”

“Word of what?”

“Crouch down so I can climb aboard your shoulders.”

“Surely standing on the table-”

“Not where the affluent sit! If they hadn’t taken the ladders to the site I would use them, now crouch down!”

“Do not blame me if I cannot hold your weight for long!”

“Perhaps you should do some more physical exercise to build up your strength then for I am not heavy.”

“Say that to someone who is not holding your entire weight upon his shoulders,” Taeyong griped and Anna sighed heavily before getting to work. For several minutes it was fine, Taeyong readjusting her when his position tired. She was almost done with one side when he began to struggle. “How much longer?”

“You can’t even handle five minutes?”

“It’s been longer than ten.”

“Even Percy could hold me longer than you.”

“Next time ask him to do so then.”

Anna glanced down at him. “Could you stand still, I’m trying to reach up to the highest part here!”

“Then hurry up and do it.”

Anna stretched further, her legs that were dangling around his waist, shifting with her lean. It threw their balance off and Taeyong doubled in half towards the table, managing to just get his hands behind her hand and back to brace her fall as he landed on top of her.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…” Anna breathed, her eyes wide and searching his. Taeyong was stunned entirely, all his strength leaving him the longer he stared back.

And then it happened all too quickly, their lips meeting midway in a fevered kiss. It was unexpected and yet he groaned, taking more of her within his mouth until he grew breathless.

Once his lips fell away from hers, he snapped up straight, letting her fall out of his arms onto the table with a soft thud and put distance between them. “You kissed me!”

“I am certain it wasn’t just my lips working alone there, Taeyong,” she retorted, her tone too airy to be full of contempt as usual. He shot her a frazzled look, falling captive in her gaze again until the door suddenly opened.

Taeyong jolted so much that he stumbled to the ground. Percy looked at him and then smiled. “I forgot you would need this hook. It pulls down the chandeliers so you can clean them accordingly. Oh, are we quite alright in here? You both appear rather distressed. I do hope you are getting along for once.”

When the butler left the room, they scrambled to their feet, going in opposite directions to clean hastily.

On his way into the servants’ kitchen later that evening for a snack, he sighed heavily when he found Josephine sitting across from Maggie, the cook of the house. “Again, Joey?”

“My Lady, you mean!” she corrected and he rolled his eyes.

“If you come down here, then must I refer to you with any title?”

“I trust that you will not tell Mother on me for my visit,” the youngest Hawthorne requested and Taeyong merely shrugged. “Taeyong!”

“I might go to Lord Hawthorne instead.”

“You wouldn’t dare do such a wicked thing!”

“Don’t mind him, pet, he’s in a mood.”

“Whatever for?” Joey asked, looking at the man beside her. “Are you ill? Are you vexed by the happenings in the house right now?”

“Vexed, I like that word,” the cook exclaimed as she worked on the eggs she was scrambling.

“Don’t mind me, I’m processing.”

“You and Cassie are too alike. And you saw what happened there. She worked herself into a state. Tell me, as your friend I am here to assist you.”

“As a friend?” he echoed and Joey nodded adamantly. “You best not spread any gossip about this.”

“My lips are sealed!”

“Anna kissed me today,” he announced and then shook his head. “Or I did first. One of us or both of us…”

“You finally realised it?!”

Taeyong looked between Joey and the cook who was now laughing with glee. “Realised what?”

“You like each other! Goodness, is that all.”

“What, no, we despise each other! She drives me insane. What woman has the right to make me this wound up? The other day she purposely ruined my cleaning of the windows!”

“Uh-huh,” Joey murmured, still smiling to herself. “And yet you don’t seem repulsed by kissing her.”

“No… I don’t.” Taeyong groaned. “That’s why I am frustrated. I should, shouldn’t I?”

Joey shook her head. “Why, you like her so it should make your heart soar not shudder.”

“It’s about time too. I wonder who will win the wager set on this once it’s out in the open?”

“Did you choose a date too, Maggie? I sure had it pegged for after Christmas but with the rush maybe it’s brought them together.”

“You made a wager on us?!”

“Sometimes life is boring in this house,” Joey admitted with a giggle. She took his hand in hers and then patted it softly. “You really had no idea what your heart wanted, huh?”

“The bigger question is, what will you do now that you know?” Maggie asked and both women looked at him expectedly.

Taeyong sighed. “I … well, what should I do?”

After the advice of those in the kitchen, the following morning and the day of the Winter Festival, Taeyong had been tasked to finish off the dining hall before all staff could enjoy the evening off. He was anxious standing at the door to the room, and when Anna sped by without so much of a morning greeting, he questioned if Josephine’s advice had been proper.

Especially when Anna squealed from within the room.

“Look at this mess! There are petals all over the floor! We’ll be here cleaning all day long!” she exclaimed and turned as Taeyong came inside. “Did you do this on purpose?!”

“Yes -- I mean, no.”

“It is winter, where did this even come from?!”

“Well, I was permitted to take it from the indoor garden,” he mentioned softly, Anna’s brows now knitting together.

“You did this?” He nodded. “Why?”

“It’s supposed to be romantic.”

“It’s a mess on the floor, Taeyong! As a maid, I have to clean things like this up!” she complained and he nodded a little too much. Coming over to place the small bouquet he had been holding down on the table, he crouched to start scooping the petals up.

“Wait, you did this for me?” Anna asked as she picked up the flowers, and he glanced at her before straightening up again.

“After our kiss yesterday, I felt that there’s been a reason for our endless bickering.”

“What reason?”

He smiled; relieved to know she wasn’t aware of it either. “I believe I may have feelings for you.”

“For me?”

“Who else puts up with me as well as you?” he offered and she blinked a few times before smiling.

“You do have a point.”

“And whilst you’re the most intolerable woman I have ever met-”

“Hey!”

“I know you’ll be the only woman I ever want to meet.”

Anna eased, smiling shyly as she took in her flowers. “You did this too?”

“Is it too much?”

“No, it exactly what I expect from you. Messy yet charming. Come, we better clean up in here if we want to make it to the festival in time.”

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[reinakahara]

あゝオオサカdreamin' night / Aa Osaka dreamin' night

<ROMAJI/ENGLISH/歌詞>

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Romaji

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Hai doumo~ Dotsuitare Hompo de~su!

Sammui ondo-kei mainasu yon-do desu

Eh dare no sei? Ondore ya ondore

Potto de shirouto-gei ni sasu todome

Tateita ni mizu sarasara to nagareru ga

Nagasareru ki wa sarasara nai

Mushiro ore iro ni massara ni nuru de

Sasara'n yatsu wa oran yaro? Yuute

Furi mo dashi mo kiite hen raimu ja

Furidashi ni modoru sono te no daisu

Imasara jitabata shite mo shiran ga na

Te muketaro ka? Higanbana

I'm a Tragic Comedy, No.1

Matta nashi kyou mo maku ga aitara

Kuchi no warusona oshiri ni oshioki chuu

Igo omishiri-oki wo shiyu hona ne

*Hora ugomeku daitokai

Koyoi mo yurameku spotlight

Yudanetemii ya sono mi wo

ladies & gentlemen

Sukkyanentte hold me tight

Aa Oosaka dreamin' night

[Yakamashii gurai ga choudo ee wa]

Kore ga naniwa no sutairii

**[Yo~ku iwaremasse messa shibui]

[Yo! Kuishibare okuba to kenshi]

[Monku tareru kasu wa minna girutii]

DOTSUITARE HOMPO in the building

Entenka sura kourasu Gerende sura tokasu

Terentekuda no kazu Gensen suru tefuda

Fukuro no nezumi-chan ga mada

Furasu chi no ame Call me rainmaker

Namida to kane Call me rainmaker

Sashidasu kasa hora

Itsudemo amayadore, hadaka no baby awaya dorei...

Demo damasareta no wa anata no sei

Ikasazu korosazu shitsukeru

Kyoushi Manzaishi Ishi Bengoshi

Shi to aogareshi mono Minna petenshi

Ore wa MC Hitoyonde MasterMind

*Hora ugomeku daitokai

Koyoi mo yurameku spotlight

Yudanetemii ya sono mi wo

ladies & gentlemen

Sukkyanentte hold me tight

Aa Oosaka dreamin' night

[Yakamashii gurai ga choudo ee wa]

Kore ga naniwa no sutairii

**[Yo~ku iwaremasse messa shibui]

[Yo! Kuishibare okuba to kenshi]

[Monku tareru kasu wa minna girutii]

DOTSUITARE HOMPO in the building

Ah, o-ore? OK, e-etto... doushiyo

Ah, ore wa Rosho... Tsutsujimori...

Tsudzuki no moji ga detekohen...

Ah, yabai, doushiyo, aah... yabai gomen doushiyoo!

[Hei! Teacher, WISDOM, hitokoto iissuka?]

Iya, ore no ban ya warikomi suna!

[Ha? Nani? Agarishou? Kini sunna

Orera ga kumeba icchou agarissho!]

Shoumona, iya dajare yan

Koko ni kite no dajare, akaten

[Kamahen kamahen sono choushi de kamagen]

Iya, gaki no tsukai arahen de omae

[Ikuzo! Kokuban, getabako, chooku, surippa]

Ijimekko-tachi ni choku-surippaa?

[Oo kurushii ka? Mada koufuku shinai?]

Ja, toki ni ai no muchi, oufukubinta? [Akan, akan!]

Maiku nigireba yousha wa shinai

Kyouikushi naosu kyoufuku no hitoya

Ningen ika doubutsu miman no heitaa

Shitsukeru toppu buriidaa!!!

*Hora ugomeku daitokai

Koyoi mo yurameku spotlight

Yudanetemii ya sono mi wo

ladies & gentlemen

Sukkyanentte hold me tight

Aa Oosaka dreamin' night

[Yakamashii gurai ga choudo ee wa]

Kore ga naniwa no sutairii

**[Yo~ku iwaremasse messa shibui]

[Yo! Kuishibare okuba to kenshi]

[Monku tareru kasu wa minna girutii]

DOTSUITARE HOMPO in the building

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English

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Why hello~ It's Dotsuitare Hompo~

It's minus 4 degree, such cold temperature

Eh whose fault is that? Yours, yours!

Dealing that artless dilettantism with a finishing blow

It does flow quite fluently but it doesn't exactly drift me away as smoothly

If anything, let me repaint you over with my style

There's no way one wouldn't get stung by that right?

Though with feigned and duped rhymes that aren't effective

You're just gonna return back to the start with dice in that hand

I have nothing to say even if you struggle at this point

Shall I offer it to you? The red spider lily

I'm a Tragic Comedy, no.1

Time's up! When the curtain rises again today

I'll spank the ass of the foul-mouthed

Hereafter, let's get along well, see you, laters~

*Behold, the bustling metropolis

The spotlights are flickering tonight as well

Why don't you entrust yourselves to us, ladies & gentlemen?

I love you so hold me tight

Aah dreamin' night in Osaka

[You're hard to please but it's just right]

This is Naniwa's stylee

**[We're often told that we're really cool]

[Yo! Grit your fangs and back teeth]

[Complaining scums are all guilty]

DOTSUITARE HOMPO in the building

Even the hot weather freezes, even the ski slope unfreezes

With the amount of coaxes and a carefully selected card in hand

You're still a cornered little mouse

It's a bloodshed Call me rainmaker

Tears and money Call me rainmaker

Extending an umbrella, come

Feel free to get out of the rain, naked baby, you're an instant slave...

But it is your fault for getting tricked

Let them neither live nor die, that's how it works

Teacher, comedian, doctor, lawyer,

Those who are being looked up to as pros are all swindlers

I am MC, a.k.a. the MasterMind

*Behold, the bustling metropolis

The spotlights are flickering tonight as well

Why don't you entrust yourselves to us, ladies & gentlemen?

I love you so hold me tight

Aah dreamin' night in Osaka

[You're hard to please but it's just right]

This is Naniwa's stylee

**[I'm often told that I'm very cool]

[Yo! Grit your fangs and back teeth]

[Complaining scums are all guilty]

DOTSUITARE HOMPO in the building

Ah, m-me? OK, uhmm... what do I do

Ah, I'm Rosho... Tsutsujimori...

I can't think of the next word (character)...

Ah, this is bad... what now? Aah, crap, I'm sorry, what to doo

[Hey! Teacher, WISDOM, may I speak?]

No, it's my turn, don't butt in!

[Huh, what, it's your stage fright? Don't mind it~

It'll be one down if we pair up together right!]

Can't be helped, wait that's a poor pun

A zero point for that abrupt cheap joke you made

[Don't mind it, don't mind it, come again with that spirit]

No, stop treating me like a kid

[Here we go! Blackboard, shoe cupboard, chalk, slipper]

...Chokehold the bullies?

[Oooh is it suffering? Won't you surrender?]

Then what about whip of love sometimes? Double slap in the face? [That won't do!]

I won't show mercy once I have the mic in hand

I shall educate until you change in one night of terror

Haters worst than human and lower than animals

I'll shape you into top breeders!

(in this post I had to disregard the japanese lyrics. Will post the full jp lyrics in the first post instead if you want it!)

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✦The minus 4° cold temperature is a mock for cold jokes

✦Red spider lily (higanbana) - In hanakotoba it means a final goodbye/death/reincarnation

✦Naniwa is a former name of Osaka

✦Sasara and Rei's parts involve some wordplay regarding their names. including 真っさらに塗るで (Massara ni Nurude), and いつでも雨宿れ (Itsudemo AmayadoRe)

✦袋のネズミちゃんがまだ - fukuro no nezumi-chan ga mada (this is also a wordplay on Ikebukuro. Fukuro/bukuro no nezumi-chan. and they purposely left the lyrics for "ga mada" where it sounds like "Yamada". Making it sound like "the little mice from Bukuro"

✦Rosho's lyrics contains puns like the other two's but in english translation I try to maintain the original meaning as possible. Like "chalk, slipper" is supposed to form "choke sleeper, i.e. chokehold" but it doesn't really make sense in english.

✦The whip of love, double slap in face and chokehold are probably reference to fighting games like Street Fighter

#hypmic #dotsuitare hompo #aa osaka dreamin' night lyrics #osaka dreamin' night #osaka division