#and I was noticing things that made me go even while reading huh this translation isn't very good now is it

[miabrown007]

why does it matter so much what language are you reading a story in, it should be the same story!! but it does, oh it does.

#tumblr kept raving on about how pretty the prose in Autoboyography is and I didn't understand because it was really nothing special to me #but now I'm finding quotes in English and hello??? this is so pretty and poetic and it sounds so good #but I read it in Hungarian and now I'm mad at missing out on this #the story was still touching and the pacing good but the phrasing is just so much better in the original #and I was noticing things that made me go even while reading huh this translation isn't very good now is it #but it matter this much??? ahhh #will I just have to read all books on its source language now? #also I always wonder about the role of my personal interpretation and perception of reading things in different languages #based on like. I'm more detached in English so uncomfortable topics and expressing emotions are easier to tackle like that #but then I'd expect that romance hits harder in my native language because it has the power to deliver the emotions better #was it just the bad translation or is this something? #in this phd proposition I will. . . #anyway the book is about a queer not-mormon and a not-queer mormon falling in love on brandon sanderson's writing class. #would recommend it was very interesting #miaing

[annashadowstar]

Mirage, Danny, and Annesa Felizima-@capturecharlesau

Crusher, Jay, Ulle, and Scottie -@jaytoons7

Amelia -@androidcharles

Brutus-@smoresthehalloweenqueen

Accordion and Violin -@bluetorchsky

Nicole -@lovelygirlnicole15

Cameron Calvin -@rarestdoge

Here’s the translation

Chapter 3: Food Thief

“ᔑ∷ᒷ ||𝙹⚍ ᓭ⚍∷ᒷ ╎ℸ ̣ ’ᓭ ᔑ ⊣𝙹𝙹↸ ╎↸ᒷᔑ?”

“∴ᒷ ↸𝙹リ’ℸ ̣ ⍑ᔑ⍊ᒷ ᔑリ|| 𝙹ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ∷ ᓵ⍑𝙹╎ᓵᒷ. ∴ᒷ リᒷᒷ↸ ⎓𝙹𝙹↸. !¡ꖎ⚍ᓭ, ||𝙹⚍’∷ᒷ ᓭℸ ̣ ╎ꖎꖎ ⊣∷𝙹∴╎リ⊣.”

“I ⋮⚍ᓭℸ ̣ ⎓ᒷᒷꖎ ʖᔑ↸ ⎓𝙹∷ ᓭℸ ̣ ᒷᔑꖎ╎リ⊣.”

“Yᒷᔑ⍑. Mᒷ ℸ ̣ 𝙹𝙹…”

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Mirage wakes up unpleasantly. Why? Danny busts into his room and calls for a meeting in 10 minutes. He did that to everyone else, making them a meeting in 6 IN THE FREAKING MORNING. Mirage walks down to the kitchen with a messing hair. He then looked around and noticed most of them looked very tired. Crusher hands Mirage a cup of coffee. “Want some?” Mirage gladly took it. “Why did you wake us up in the middle of the morning?” Mirage took a slip of his coffee. Danny sigh. “Someone stole our food again.”

Mirage almost spits his coffee. “Again?!” Danny nods. “They took only small amounts of our food and they left a note. Does anyone know how to read this?” Danny hands the note for everyone to see. Here’s what it says: gibberish. “How the heck do we read this?” Mirage asks, then everyone looks at Amelia, hoping she can translate it. Amelia's sweat drops. “Don’t look at me! I have no idea what it says. I don’t even know that language.” Amelia put her hand up as in surround. ‘But, aren’t you a android?’ Annesa asks with her sketchbook. “Not all androids know everything. They didn’t even have that language when I was awake. Plus, why can’t we do this later?”

Seems like everyone loses hope. Then their kitchen phone rings. Danny went up to pick it up while the others looked at the note the thief left behind. “Hello? This is Dan-” Danny was met by a loud yelling. “DANNY!! THIS IS BRUTUS!! I know it’s very early in the morning but please, come to our house and we will explain everything! Oh, and please bring a strange note with weird writing with you if you have any! Ok, Bye!” Brutus hangs up before Danny and says a single thing. Danny then walks back to the group, still trying to process what just happened. “Who’s that?” Mirage asks. “It’s Brutus. He wants us to come to his house with this note for some reason. Maybe he can understand this language.”

Everyone went back to their room and changed their clothes. Mirage finished changing and began to walk out of his room. This time, he didn't bring the feather with him. Mirage walks to his front door and waits for others to come. Crusher comes next. "Food thief, huh? You think you can read this?" Mirage rolled his eyes and took the paper from Crusher. He could make a few words. There's a word 'for' and 'your'. That's all Mirage could read.

"OK, we're ready. Let's go." Danny has to carry Annesa since she's too tired. Once they arrived at Accordion's house, he quickly let them in and put Annesa on Cameron's bed. "So, what's the rush and why do you call everyone here?" Jay asked, very tired, since it was early in the morning. "So, you all have this letter in your fridge with weird letters?" Everyone nods. "Well, believe it or not, those are from that lad."

Everyone rather tensed up or froze. That place is a nightmare. "How do you know?" Brutus bit his lips. "I'm the last hybrid that escapes from that place. They had been trying to teach other hybrids to speak standard galactic language." Brutus explains. "You know what they say?" Ulle asked, handing the note she had to Brutus as he took it and read it. "This one says... 'We need to live. Hope you understand...' I think I read some wrong... What does yours say, Amelia?"

Amelia looked at the note and couldn't make a single word out of it. Only a few letters. "Um... I could only make some letters. Like 's, o, y, and... that's all." Brutus could only sign. He’s the only one who knows this language. “Anyone eat breakfast yet?! I made some sandwiches. Scottie yelled in the kitchen as everyone followed. Accordion and Violin were talking about what they needed for the babies, Ulle and Nicole were hanging out, Scottie and Danny were talking about what should they make during lunch, Amelia and Annesa were having a drawing competition, Crusher and Jay were having a conversation about Jay’s magic, Cameron and Brutus were trying to figure out who wrote this letter, leaving Mirage alone, got no one to talk with.

Damn, just how much he wants to show his hybrid form. Then he clicked. When was the last time that everyone showed their hybrid form? Maybe this can keep their head away from that strange letter. “Hey, guys.” Everyone turns to Mirage. “We have a pool in our backyard. Since it’s gonna be very hot today, why not come to our house and have a little cool down?”

Everyone seems to like that idea. It will keep their mind away from the food thief for a while. "But let's eat up first before we start having fun. It's still in the middle of the morning after all." Violin points out. Everyone agreed and went back to eating. After breakfast, Mirage, Danny, Annesa, Amelia, and Crusher begin to walk back home, getting ready for a pool party.

Once they were in, Danny went to get ready for the snacks with Crusher's help. Amelia and Mirage help to put the table away from the pool so the snacks and drinks won’t get wet. Mirage took a peek at the pool, hummed, and went back to work. ‘Wait…’ Now he fully turned to the pool, which was found empty. There’s no water. “Oh boy… how do you fill the pool?” Mirage walks up to the empty pool and tries to figure out how to fill a pool. He looked around and saw a water hose, which might work. He turns the hose on, but no water can out.

Mirage tries to shake it and look into the hose but only ends up with a drop of water. Unknown to Mirage, Amelia may or may not have stepped the water hose. Once she took her feet away, Mirage was met with a blast of water, rushing onto his face. Mirage is not soaking wet. “Amelia, I swear I will get you back!!!” Amelia makes some nervous chuckles and quickly runs away to help Danny and Crusher. Mirage put the hose into the giant pool and it started filling it up, very slowly…

Mirage let out a groan. “This is gonna take forever to fill it up… maybe I could find something else to fill up the pool?” Mirage went off and tried to find a faster way to fill the pool. Amelia and Annesa come back with some snacks and some drinks. They placed it on the table and went back in to help. Unknown to all of them, a portal opens on top of the table and grabs as much food as possible, before closing. Mirage saw all of that. "Che cosa. IL. Diamine. What did I just see..."

"MIRAGE!!!" Mirage finched and turned back to his house, and saw Danny standing at the doorway. "OH MIO DIO! WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!" Danny yelled/asked, also saw what just happened. Mirage could only sigh. "Our food thief."

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Annesa, Mirage, Danny, and Crusher were annoyed. The food thief has magic AND steals their food twice a day. This time, it was snacks. "We really need to deal with this food thief. We can't just let them keep stealing our food. The more they steal, the more money we have to spend." Danny sighs in frustration. They might have to cancel the pool party because of the food thief. There was then a doorbell. Annesa stand up and went to open the door, to see everyone ready for the pool party.

"Hey, dear. Are you guys ready for the pool party? You see a bit down." Violin ask. Annesa signed and let them come in. Scottie, Brutus, and Nicole bought some food and drinks for the party. "What's wrong?" Jay asked, noticing the atmosphere was a bit tense. "Food thief happened. Again..." Crusher answered. Everyone groans or sighs. "In the middle of the afternoon?" Accordion ask. Amelia nods. "How?"

"They open a portal right on top of our food and took, like, half of the snack on the table!!" Danny already had enough and wanted to get rid of whoever stole their food. "...We can still have a pool party..." Ulle tried to change the subject and lighten the atmosphere, which was not helping. "You're really thinking about the pool party?! WE HAVE A BIGGER PROBLEM TO TELL WITH!!!" Scottie yelled.

"HEY!! At least I'm trying to lighten up the atmosphere and try to push aside all the problems with have right now! Plus, this is a vocation for us. Shouldn't we be enjoying ourselves?" Ulle... did get a point... Since this is a vocation for everyone in the Toppat Clan. The chief did say they will send them some money if it's not enough. But they do need to find a job...

"OK, we will enjoy ourselves for now and deal with this 'Food Thief' later... Let's go and have some fun!" Cameron then quickly ran to the swimming pool while Brutus followed before all of them heard a big slash. Wait... the pool is already filled? It has been only an hour! Mirage jumped up and went to check if those two couples or ok. Cameron was giggling while Brutus was in the pool, which was half-filled.

"THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR TRYING TO PUSH ME IN!!!" Cameron point and continue to laugh. Mirage sighs and looks into the forest. Maybe he could set up some traps.

After the pool was filled, everyone started to get playing. People slashing water at each other, some of them were talking, while the others were sunbathing, with sunscreen on, of course. Only Mirage, Danny, Annesa, Cameron, and Amelia stay away from the water because... well... What do you expect more from a cat hybrid and a computer mouse? Most of them were in their hybrid form. Jay quickly joined them. "Oh, hi Jay! Have fun?" Jay nervously chuckles. "Well... I'm not a big fan of water..."

"How come? I thought foxes could swim." Mirage asks. "Yes, foxes can swim, but remember I have firepower? So... yeah... That's the reason..." Everyone (Mirage, Danny, Annesa, Cameron, and Amelia) looks at each other and turns back to Jay. Danny makes a small smile. "Jay, you don't need to worry about that." Jay raised one of his eyebrows.

"What?"

"Yeah, we're now in a vocation. There will be no fighting for a whole year. Just enjoy yourself." Danny explains. Jay didn't say anything and smiled. "I will try..." This moment was ruined by Cameron, spraying water at Amelia. Amelia is now wet, very wet... She snaps to Cameron, who's laughing at her. "Just because you're a cat, it didn't mean I won't do anything to you..." Amelia's hand turns into a water gun and aims at Cameron. Cameron notices this and sweat-drops, then begins to run, while Amelia chases, what becomes a cat chasing mouse... or mouse chasing cat?

"Those two will never change... SCOTTIE!!! WE DON'T NEED TO WASH THE BREAD!!!" Danny ran over to Scottie and quickly stopped them from washing bread and other food. Mirage and Annesa sweat-drops at them. Mirage feels a pull on his shirt and looks down at Annesa's note. 'What are you gonna do with the food thief?' Oh yeah... "Um... maybe put some traps around? Oh, Maybe I can prank them! That will teach the some lessons!"

'And what do you need to make traps?' Mirage hums and looks back at the house. Maybe there's some stuff useful in the basement? "Tell Danny I will be right back." Annesa gave him a nod and went to Danny while Mirage went back to the house, searching for anything he could use to set up a trap for the food thief. He went to the basement and opened the light and OH BOY!!! There's so much stuff you can use to set up a trap.

There's even enough wood. "This might be some easy traps..." Mirage grabs some wood, nails, some ropes, and surprisingly, there's a net Whoever lived here before must be a hunter. Mirage grabs all of these and walks back to the pool, starting to build his trap for the food thief. Danny saw this and was about to ask what's he doing, but was stopped by Annesa. 'He's setting up some traps for the food thief.' Danny hums and lets Mirage do his things.

After like two hours, the trap has finally been set up. Now, all he needs to wait. "How's the trap going? Nicole asked. "Well, it's been coming alone. Once the thief steps on those leaves, it will set off a net and launch them into the air until someone helps them to get down." Mirage explains to Nicole. "Oh, good to know. just want to tell you to come and eat or else the others will eat them."

OH SHOOT!" Mirage starts running back to the pool. "LEAVE ME SOME!!! I HAVEN'T EATEN ANYTHING YET!!!"

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Night time has come and the trap hasn't moved yet. "Why are you still not asleep yet?" Danny walked up to Mirage and asked him. "I was about to sleep. Do you think the traps will work?" Danny hums and looks outside the window. "I think they will. Is pretty dark tonight. Go to sleep, brother. Let's just hope those traps will get those food thieves."

Mirage smiles as Danny exits his room. Mirage got in bed and was ready to sleep.

After, like, 4 hours, it was already in the middle of the night. Mirage got off his bed and went to use the bathroom. He then went to the kitchen and grabbed a cup of water then... he heard something. He quickly turns into his hybrid form and listens carefully. There was someone out there in the yard. His traps WORKED!!!

Mirage quickly put on his shoes and ran to the backyard to check on his trap. There! One of the traps was set off, and there's someone in it! It keeps struggling. "Ah HAH!!! THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR STEALING OUR FOOD!!!" The thing inside the net glares at Mirage before continuing to struggle. "Hey, I will let you down if you stop stealing our food."

The thing inside the net didn't seem to hear him. Mirage could only sigh and begin to cut the net. When he almost finished, a portal opened below him, making him and the thief fall through it. The portal the close and now Mirage is in the middle of nowhere. "Great... Just make it more difficult." Mirage turned back to the thief, who was now covered with ropes. It can't move anymore.

Mirage walks closer to get a better look. He can tell it has big wings and other small wings as their ears. "So... you're the one who keeps stealing our food, huh? Guess you just got karma for stealing." It didn't say anything but glare at him.

"Glare at me all you wanted, I'm gonna try to find a way back." Mirage only walks for a few step and look at the thief. This thief is a hybrid. He needs to survive... "*GROANS* I will free you but stop stealing our food!" The thief didn't say anything. Mirage raised his knife. The thief thought he's gonna kill him and closed his eyes, ready for dead. Mirage looks at the thief and walk closer before...

Starts cutting the ropes.

The thief feels the ropes are getting loose and looks at Mirage, who's cutting the rope as fast as he can. Once the rope was completely loose, he moved his wings. Mirage turns to the wing before getting slapped into the tree. Mirage hiss in pain and feels something sharp on his neck then look up.

Oh boy, he's dead. It raised his arm, ready to strike. Mirage closed his eyes, ready for the pain. The thief didn't do anything and decide to spare Mirage, not before leaving some wound on his neck, before fly away.

Mirage watches fly away and feels his neck, checking how big it is. Luckily, it's not too big. Now all he needs is to talk home... without knowing which to go. "You can at let sent me home..."

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3 hours... It takes three hours to get home... This is what he calls 'Pain'. Once Mirage returned to his room, he lay down after treating his wound. How is he gonna explain this? He was too tired to think so he was fast asleep. After, like, 5 hours of sleep, he wakes up and comes downstairs, to be greeted by Crusher. "Wow... you look awful. You sure you had a good sleep last night? And what happened to your neck?"

"Thief happened. Now leave me alone and let me drink a cup of coffee." Mirage grabs a cup of coffee and lazily sits on the chair. "Brother? Are you ok? You seem very tired." Danny asked, finished making breakfast.

"I only get 6 hours of sleep... You think I'm doing alright?" Mirage asks. Dude, why can't he sleep longer? "How about after eating breakfast, you go to sleep a little longer and tell us what happened to your neck?"

"Bet." Mirage finished the breakfast, put the dish in the sink, and beeline to his bedroom. "I never see someone eat their breakfast so fast. Surprisingly he didn't choke." He heard Amelia tell everyone. To be honest, he didn't care. He just wants to sleep and little longer. And he did.

First Next Per

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Hi! Shadow is here. Thank you for reading this chapter. Sorry for taking this long to post it. Want to play some Minecraft and I do need to continue to draw the next chapter, which will be a two-page comic. I hope you have and nice day and thank you for your patience.

#the henry stickmin collection #thsc oc #thsc #danny felizima #mirage #thsc crusher #thsc accordion #thsc violin #thsc nicole #ulle meadows #jay benson #brutus dan gerbreaker #amelia copperbottom #annesa felizima #scottie #cameron calvin #hybrid au

[the-himawari]

A3! Utsuki Chikage - Translation [SR] Festival of Blooming (1/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Chikage: I’m home—.

Itaru: HUH? Freaking small fry! TAKE THAT!

Chikage: … (I’ll just change clothes for now.) (Come to think of it, I haven’t eaten this evening yet.) I had lunch late, so it’s not like I need to…)

Itaru: Welcome back, senpai. GJ with the late-night overtime~.

Chikage: You noticed I came back? That was some huge lag.

Itaru: I reached a good point to stop, so I figured I should say something.

Chikage: Hmm. A good stopping point, you say?

Itaru: What is it?

Chikage: Nothing. By the way, is that a new game?

Itaru: I left on time and got my hands on it. It’s a famous numbered title, and this is the first new release in 6 years. Just give me 3 days and I’ll lend it to you.

Chikage: I’m good, thanks. Before you try to enable me, shouldn’t you eat those cup noodles sitting on the table? I’m sure they’re soggy by now.

Itaru: Ah crap. I forgot. You can have it—.

Chikage: No, thank you.

Itaru: Shot down instantly. You know, this brand is good when it’s a little soggy.

Chikage: What a great discovery born from sloppiness. I’m going to have something to eat in the lounge. You can take it easy.

-pause-

Kazunari: Add that cheese~ parsley~ and also…

Chikage: Kazunari?

Kazunari: Chikachon! You gonna use the kitchen? Hold on a sec. I’m just finishing up~.

Chikage: A late-night snack while you’re working?

Kazunari: Yep, you got me~. And on that note, voila! Tomato soymilk risotto with oatmeal! I took a stab at making it since I saw a recipe vid on inste.

Chikage: I’m sure Kumon and Azami would enjoy that.

Kazunari: I know, right? Mayhaps I’ll make it for breakfast tomorrow? Ah. Do you wanna try some too, Chikachon? I have extra ingredients, so I can whip some up right away.

Chikage: …The difference between the soggy cup noodles is amazing.

Kazunari: ???

Chikage: Oh, no. It’s nothing. I suppose I’ll have some.

-pause-

Kazunari: I made soymilk curry risotto for Chikachon~! I just added curry powder though.

Chikage: Thank you. I’m digging in. …It tastes great. It’s more filling than I expected.

Kazunari: Great~. Should I bring some to Itarun for a midnight snack? He said he was gonna pull an all-nighter.

Chikage: No, he’ll be fine. He has his soggy cup noodles. Besides, I doubt he has time for that.

Kazunari: You think?

Chikage: He was a lot rowdier than usual while playing that game. I suspect it’s because the new game he bought was harder than he expected, so it’s not going very well for him. He said he reached a good stopping point. But I bet he just gave up for the moment since he couldn’t win.

Kazunari: I see~. Mhm, mhm.

Chikage: Are you grinning over there?

Kazunari: It’s just~, I was thinking your life as roomies seems to be going well.

Chikage: Really now?

Kazunari: With your personality, I assumed you’d grumble or complain more about sharing a room with Itarun… Or that one of you would pack up and leave… I think all of us were a teensy bit worried inside~. Myself included.

Chikage: I think I do grumble and complain often. But, well, you're right. I suppose I've never thought about calling it quits or switching rooms.

Kazunari: See? That’s a good sign, isn’t it!

Chikage: The bar is on the floor.

Kazunari: Anyways, have you decided what you’re gonna do for the roommate mission?

Chikage: Not yet. I still have to think.

Kazunari: Chikachon playing Itarun, huh~… Yep! I can’t imagine it at all. I know it’s gonna be an absolute hoot though! How ‘bout you? Think it’s gonna be hard?

Chikage: Playing Chigasaki will be… well, I feel reluctant, but I don’t think it will be difficult. …However, I doubt simply acting will clear this mission in the true sense of the word. Having said that, I don’t think I share a bad relationship with Chigasaki. The things I’d like him to fix are… I already tell him about them all the time, whether it sticks with him or not. At this point, I don’t think I can think of anything I’d like to say, change, or understand about him by acting as him.

Kazunari: Hm, hm… In that case—. Doesn’t that mean you’re satisfied with the way things are now?

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#a3! #a3! translation #utsuki chikage #act! addict! actors! #let's go gamers (2)

[berriesandjunnie]

dating jeon wonwoo [birthday special]

happy wonwoo day, carats! here’s a celebratory wonwoo headcanon<3

wonwoo x afab!reader headcanon no translations needed what a man to date huh

lets start with how this man is in general yall!!

absolute simp

i said it

wonwoo is an undercover simp

he will do absolutely everything at the request of his partner

you want one of your cravings?

hold on sweetie he'll be there in 10

he's always been a lot quieter than you

perhaps one of those opposites attract vibes that somehow moulded together perfectly

some people like to doubt that the two of you even get along

but you love him literally who wouldn't

okay so his bday!

i can picture this is an early relationship and you've not made the first move of living together

this makes you a little sad bc you can't wake him up with birthday streamers but whatever

you do however! heavily decorate your little apartment in birthday things

you know he wont give a shit and probably wont like the colour but

you don't read minds and you are incorrect

he turns up at your house after spending breakfast with svt and dealing with their bullshit

he thought he'd escape it at yours but LOL

pranked

but as much as he perhaps isn't the type to plaster happy birthday banners to the walls and bunty above door frames

he can't help but smile and show his cute ass teeth when you turn around for a moment

doesn't despise the colour but he does think its questionable

you absolutely litter him in attention

he's always so attentive to you and your needs that sometimes its easy to get caught up in what the other may want

so when he moves to get a drink, you're up on your feet quicker than him and hurrying to the kitchen

wonwoo has to state like ten times during present opening that you do not need to do it for him

"but i want to"

"today does not immobilise me i can get stuff myself"

"well you're another year older grandpa don't hold your breath"

that's another thing like????

you two tease each other SO much

perhaps not as much as jeonghan would to his partner

but still you're a very playful couple behind the scenes and thats what the public will never understand

bc svt literally overloaded him on food for breakfast bc they simply love him that much he didn't really want to eat for a while

that is absolutely frickin fine to you

you do however drag him for some time in the sun, wandering seoul's streets and admiring small shops the two of you had never noticed before

and of course a cat cafe is involved why the fuck wouldn't it be

i'm sorry but the pure joy you get from seeing wonwoo quietly cooing over cats while sipping iced coffee is !!!!!!

even tho it's his bday he does get you some small things you like out of the stores you venture into

but he can't resist a book store and he gets a good few books for himself there that he's always wanted to read

you'd already stated you'd be borrowing them when he's done

anyways so you head back to your place and wonwoo is just like can we order takeaway?

and you was going to cook dinner for him but the heat lowkey ended you and you just wanted to sit down

so you agree!

and of course, gamer woo has a console at your place, obviously

he ropes you into playing minecraft and being his little flower collector

ofc you'll do that??? its his bday you can bring him flowers and shii

and plenty of tamed kitties!!

he names all of them a variation of your name and nickname

sorry but i am BAWLING what a man

wonwoo is so head over heels for you he never needs or wants anything extravagant from you

he appreciates your time and the effort you already subject into dating an idol

he always thinks you're the better partner for dating someone in the industry and he thinks you're very strong for it and hypes you up

he's even mentioned it in an interview before!

maybe in public the two of you aren't keen on pda - being an idol is a reason on wonwoo's behalf, it sucks to have media track you - but in private?

all this man wants is you curled up against him, a blanket draping over his and your legs and controllers in both of your hands

it's his absolute favourite thing in the world, to have you so close to him even if you don't play the game sometimes and just watch

he loves you

a lot

and he knows people think he's a super awkward quiet guy who probably isn't too fun to date

but you know otherwise as the two of you cuddle up on your couch and you request more cobblestone from him for your house

and in response he not only gives you a few stacks of cobblestone but a kiss on your head

"happy birthday wonwoo"

"thank you my love"

#cafeshuaaa #seventeen #svt fanfic #svt fluff #seventeen fluff #seventeen wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #happy wonwoo day!! #svt #svt x reader #svt imagines

[lutiaslayton]

Professor Layton and the Eternal Diva

ＰＡＲＴ　０８

〚ＦＩＲＳＴ〛〚ＰＲＥＶ〛〚ＮＥＸＴ〛

Disclaimer: This is a fan-translation for the Japan-exclusive novellisation of the movie Professor Layton and the Eternal Diva. The original novel was written by Aya Matsui under the supervision of Akihiro Hino, and belongs to Level-5.

This translation only aims to be a pleasant read for non-Japanese fans, nothing more: I made a few deliberate changes while translating in order to get the writing style closer to what is usually found in English fanfictions, as the Japanese storytelling can sometimes be different than what we are used to.

＊ Puzzle n°001

“Let’s get going. Puzzle n°001: ladies and gentlemen, please take a good look around you, and assemble under the oldest thing you can find.”

The man’s voice had just told us the first puzzle.

“Now, do note that there is a time limit.”

Spotlights were switched on and a long, narrow box-like object was raised up. A music box.

The paper containing the score, rolled around a cylinder, slowly unwrapped and ended up swallowed into a slit. Soon, the machine began to play a tune.

“You have until the music ends… so there is no time to lose.”

The audience had been stunned by the unexpected turn of events; but everyone soon rushed out of the hall. Their one and only goal was simple: to find this ‘oldest thing.’

We could not afford to stay idle. I stood up in a hurry.

“Professor, let’s go find it!”

The professor replied with a calm nod, and slowly walked towards the door.

“I’m coming too,” Janice said as she rushed to catch up with us.

I glanced… sideways at her. Even in normal clothes, without her costume as the Queen of Ambrosia, she was still a very beautiful person. And even though she was now back to being Janice Quatlane… Her lively sparkling eyes and the impression of dignified strength that she radiated had remained exactly the same.

I wanted to protect her. But I was a child, wanting to protect a famous adult opera singer… if anyone could hear this, they would surely laugh at me.

Still, I was very serious. I couldn’t let Janice suffer the same fate as those who had disappeared under the floor earlier. And the only way to do that was to keep winning this game.

I was going to become a gentleman too. It was only natural to help a lady in need.

I decided to focus my thoughts on the puzzle. The Crown Petone was decorated here and there with fossils, rough crystals, and antiques, all looking very old. We had to find the oldest item out of all of these… My eyes would scurry here and there, all around, but I only felt like our limited time was being wasted.

Janice looked very worried. I had to do something… The sound of the music box playing made me feel even more impatient.

“Professor, there are way too many things on board that could be the right answer! Which one could be the oldest?”

The professor did not respond. I stopped asking.

I had soon learned that when he was silent and had this kind of expression on his face, it meant that his mind was moving at full speed. I did not want to disturb his thoughts by talking about unnecessary things.

Suddenly, he looked up with a start. He must have solved it!

“It’s alright, Luke. Now, let’s hurry back to the theatre.”

And there it was. I was glad I hadn’t bothered him.

When we returned back to our starting point, I noticed that quite a few other people were already here.

Suddenly, the professor said:

“The clue was in the puzzle itself.”

“Huh?”

I quickly pulled out my notebook, reading again the mysterious man’s exact words. I had written them down as soon as he had announced the puzzle.

“Try to remember,” the professor continued. “The host said ‘take a look around,’ but at no point did he say ‘look on this ship’…”

I ran my eyes hastily over my notes.

“He certainly didn’t use the words ‘on board.’”

“This is because the ‘oldest thing’ we are supposed to find is not on this ship.”

Janice asked with a surprised look on her face:

“But if it’s not on the ship, then where is it?”

“The oldest thing we are supposed to look for…”

The professor suddenly looked up. Janice and I did the same. Above us was a clear, starry sky.

“…are the stars that have existed for tens of thousands of years,” he soon concluded.

The oldest things were the stars! This was not an answer I had considered. But now that I had heard it, it sounded obvious. All the fossils and other objects that had been placed all over the Crown Petone were simply decoys meant to mislead us.

“You did it again, Professor!”

As I just finished saying this, the music box fell into silence.

“Your time is up. The oldest things were the stars in the sky that still shine in the night to this day… Congratulations to all that stand in this hall. You have earned the right to try your hand at the next puzzle.”

Many contestants around us breathed a sigh of relief. But at that moment, dozens of screams reached my ears from outside.

I was reminded of all the people who had disappeared when the floor collapsed earlier.

If we could not solve the puzzle, then we had to offer our life… This was a terrifying game of life and death. Once again, fear was palpable.

“Let us now move on to Puzzle n°002. Ladies and gentlemen, please gather this time around the place ‘from which you can see the largest crown.’”

The man’s voice sounded to me like a death sentence…

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#professor layton #layton's book club #luke triton #hershel layton #janice quatlane #eternal diva #eternal diva novel #translation #professor layton and the eternal diva #funny question by the way #did all the people who went on the deck and also had a clear view over the night sky lose? #that would suck if they were still admiring the right answer but from the wrong location #also would have been a sorta neat place to stand on since that's also supposed to be the place to go for puzzle 002 #but I guess Des might have planned it and done something like locking up the door leading outside after everyone had gathered in the theatr #and only unlocked it again for puzzle 002 when it became relevant #that'd be even sneakier for the contestants who would have tried to get outside for puzzle 001 #and it might be a way to make sure that nobody takes the lifeboats early too #making it so that when the lifeboats become the answer... the people taking them are also more likely to be more interested in #winning the game than in using the boats to escape

[shiningwonderland]

Camus (All Star) Memorial

Translator: Mimi (twitter: _mimisaurora)

Memorial 2 - Doesn't Know What Curry Udon Is

It all started when I walked into the dressing room of a talk show I was scheduled to appear in.

I had just entered the unoccupied dressing room, taking a few steps forward, when I felt a disquieting presence from behind.

“Hn!!”

I quickly turned around and caught as it flew by— 

“Is this.. a pebble?”

It was a small stone, only about three centimeters in diameter.

“Who is it? This kind of thing…”

“Oho? Looks like you caught it, Ichinose. You're pretty good.”

My eyes widened at the sight of the figure looming behind me and emerging from the shadows next to the lockers.

“Camus-san!? Was this pebble yours…?”

“Indeed. It allowed me to see just what kind of a man you are. It seems, as I predicted, you're no ordinary person.”

Camus-san nodded his head gravely. I assumed the dressing room was unoccupied, but it appears he'd been waiting there for some time.

“To see…? I really don’t follow, but I don’t quite approve of the prank.”

I would expect this from Kotobuki-san, not from Camus-san, who I believed to be a relatively serious man.

Who knew he’d do something like this…

The pebble wasn't thrown very hard and wouldn't have hurt even if it did hit me, but it still would have made me upset.

Camus shrugged his shoulders with a nonchalant look on his face when I expressed my thoughts.

“For that I apologize. But I thought it was for the best. Besides, I knew you would avoid or catch it.”

Camus replied and gracefully sat himself down in a folding chair.

“Or could it be that it was just a fluke?”

“No… I believe I can catch the next one you throw at me.”

“Well, then no harm, no foul.”

Is that right…

I was still left feeling frustrated, but decided not to press the issue any further and settled down in a chair a short distance away from him.

I open the book I brought with me, looking at Camus-san.

What was he trying to accomplish? Aijima-san is a man of many mysteries, but his senpai even more…?

“You seem to still like books.”

“Huh…?”

I didn't understand what he had said for a second, but Camus-san continued indifferently.

“You had brought one with you when we had last performed together.”

“Was that so…?”

“There is no need for you to speak so formally with me, you know. You are the industry veteran here.”

I finally figured it out.

It has been a while since I last shared a dressing room with Camus-san.

He must be remembering that time long ago.

I initially believed him to be a weird man, but perhaps this calls for a new perceptive.

“Not at all… Because I am Tokiya Ichinose, a rookie who has just made his debut.”

“Hm. You’re a man of integrity.”

Camus-san opened his own book and started to read, and I went back to reading myself.

“...”

“...”

I like to be able to focus before work, so I prefer to be with someone who doesn’t talk, but I still could not get over the pebble thing.

What book could he possibly be reading?

I’ve heard Camus-san to be a knowledgeable and well-read person.

It might be a literary work, or…

I glanced over and noticed the title.

‘Everything on Curry Udon.’

Everything on Curry Udon?!

I almost dropped my own book for a second, but I quickly got myself back together.

Everything on Curry Udon…

No, of course, one is free to read whatever books they like.

But this is something someone would never imagine Camus-san to pick.

“...Dostoevsky. You're quite cultured.”

Camus-san suddenly raised his head, looked over at the book in my hand and spoke.

All the while, Camus-san continued to hold the copy of Everything on Curry Udon in his hand.

“No, I wouldn't go as far as to say that… But I have found this translator's take on it intriguing as of late.”

“Hm. …you’re very different from Aijima despite coming from the same class. He only ever reads rubbish.”

“It's probably still hard for Aijima-san to read books in Japanese.”

“That's no excuse. How can someone live in a foreign country without mastering both reading and writing to perfection? That cat is ill-prepared for everything. Don’t you agree?”

“That’s hard for me to say…”

I was at a loss on what to respond, and Camus-san's furrowed brows deepened as he pondered for a moment.

“I have heard you've been working with Aijima recently, I hope he hasn't been causing you any trouble.”

“I have worked with Aijima-san several times, and it's always went well.”

Speaking of working together, Otoya mentioned that he and Camus will be co-starring in an upcoming variety show.

Since Otoya is unpredictable, I worry he'll be a problem.

Camus-san snorted in a dull tone when I told him.

“Hmph. I've gotten used to nuisances, having Aijima around.”

“You say that, but I’m still not accustomed to Otoya’s level of outlandish behavior.”

“Aijima too. That guy has no common sense.”

Both of us nodded at each other in silence, as if we'd just both reminisced.

“That cat lacks wisdom but is unnecessarily proud. Has he experienced any run-ins with the people he’s worked with?”

“From what I know, everything’s been fine. I think Aijima-san possesses a peculiar charm that endears him to people.”

“...I hope that’s the case.”

Camus let out a small sigh and pulled out a new book from his bag, probably having finished reading Everything on Curry Udon.

The new book was… The Curry Udon Lexicon.

Curry udon again.

Is it a favorite of his?

No, it’s probably required reading for work.

It may also be because Camus is a foreigner and is genuinely interested in Japanese food culture…

“...What?”

“It’s nothing. Are you just, by any chance, interested in curry udon?”

“Hm. It's said that even when hunting rabbits, lions put forth their fullest effort.”

That’s entirely unhelpful.

…I don’t understand what that means.

“By the way, Ichinose. I have a question for you. Do you know of a way to eat curry udon without getting your suit dirty?”

“Come again?”

I responded a bit dumbly.

“...I'm asking if there's a way to eat udon without splattering it all over your clothes.”

“I-I see…. The splatter is always unpredictable, so it's difficult to prevent it based solely on how you try to eat it. I recommend using a napkin or something similar.”

“Very well. I suppose there are limits to how refined one can be when trying to eat a commoner's meal.”

“I think it's good manners to make noise when eating foods like udon.”

“To make noise, but with grace… That proves challenging. But if this continues, Kurosaki will be justified...”

Camus thought for a while, then suddenly looked up as if he had just had an idea.

“Which do you think pairs better with curry udon: sugar or honey?”

What?

…This time I didn't have to vocalize anything.

It seems you have to be quick on your feet when talking with Camus-san.

“That's a tough one to answer, but since the soup is sometimes made sweet, neither of them would necessarily be a bad choice. Honey is occasionally added to normal curry as a secret ingredient, so I would personally go with that.”

“That makes sense. Your thinking is very logical.”

“I always strive to be that way. It makes me happy to hear you say so.”

Camus-san nodded gravely.

“If I recall correctly, you’re from Kyushu. Does Kyushu have any speciality udon curries?”

“Any specialty…”

“To tell you the truth, Kurosaki, a simpleton as you are probably aware, mocked me by remarking I didn’t even know what curry udon was. Therefore, I want to present him with a curry udon even he doesn't know about and knock that bastard down a peg.”

“You want to knock him… down a peg.”

“Mhm.”

He looks completely serious about this, but to what extent?

But being counted on for advice isn't something I necessarily dislike.

I told him everything I knew about curry udon.

“Alright. I’ll look further into it. Thank you, Ichinose.”

“It’s no problem at all. I’m happy to help.”

Camus gave a huff and a small smile.

“You have a truly exemplary way with words.”

“Thank you.”

“I'm still nowhere near as proficient as a native speaker. I would like to learn from you. Next time, I'll ask Tsukimiya to show me some of your past TV appearances.”

“That’s fine, although…”

I was anxious for a second.

“How do I put this… It’s not common to add ‘nya’ to the end of words. That’s only…”

“Got it. I understand.”

“That’s good…”

Camus-san flipped through the pages of his book with a contented look on his face.

His eyes suddenly widened.

“Oh!”

“What is it?”

“Look at this!”

The page that was thrust before me contained a picture of a giant curry udon dish attempting to qualify for the Guinness World Records.

“That’s probably about 100 servings. It's certainly very big, but what's this have to do with…”

“Actually, Kurosaki didn’t just mock me. He also threatened to stain my suit with curry udon.”

…What are these men doing?

I thought Kurosaki-san would be more of a serious person, too.

“I have been trying to devise a response, but upon further consideration, a defensive attitude is unbefitting of me, the Queen's Sword.”

“Is that how it is…?”

“Absolutely. Therefore, I will make this udon and serve it to him. Kurosaki, always hungry as he is, will no doubt stand there and weep for joy.”

“R-Right.”

“I will then take my aim… and push him into the udon from behind!”

I started to develop a headache, and Camus-san wore a wicked grin on his face, as if very pleased with himself.

“Hehehe… ...Kurosaki, since you insist on staining the front of my gentleman’s suit yellow, then I shall cover you entirely in curry. I see it clearly… Your face twisted in shame and covered in udon. Hehehehe.”

If someone like, say, Kotobuki-san had made this comment, I would have thought it ridiculous and stood up from my seat.

There was, however, inexplicable power in Camus's laughter that rendered me motionless.

The Devil.

That name is all I could think of in that moment.

“Hm. There's no need to worry about wasting the udon. Kurosaki would probably eat it all up in that situation.” “G-Got it. Um…”

That was when someone knocked on the dressing room door and a staff member peered inside.

“Camus-san. Ichinose-san. It’s almost time.”

“U-Understood.”

“Very well. We’ll be there shortly.”

In the blink of an eye, Camus wore a serene smile and quickly responded to staff, who I in turn turned to smile softly at them.

“Well then, pleased to be working with you today.”

He rises effortlessly and moves gracefully, without missing a beat, following behind the staff member.

I remain frozen in place for a moment, stunned by how quickly everything changed.

…Camus-san.

I indeed don’t think I will be able to read him.

#utapri #all star #all star camus #camus utapri #camus memorial

[nekoannie-chan]

Secrets chapter 1: The Day We Met part I

Pairing: Steve Rogers X OFC, Brock Rumlow X OFC.

Word count: 1116 words.

Summary: Sometimes keeping secrets can be dangerous or a heavy burden, which is what Kathleen has been doing for years. She will also be in charge of guiding Steve Rogers into this century; meanwhile, S.H.I.E.L.D. will be looking for a way to kick-start the Avengers Initiative by integrating her as one of the superheroes, but that won't be the only danger they face.

Warnings: Angst.

A/N: After long time working on this longfic, I finally post it.

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Prologue.

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𝒥𝓊𝓁𝓎 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟿, 𝒯𝑜𝓀𝓎𝑜, 𝒥𝒶𝓅𝒶𝓃

 Kath opened her eyes lazily. Any normal student would go on Saturdays to the activities of their respective clubs, but for some reason, No, she knew the reasons why she had not been able to be in any of the school clubs. But what actually woke her up that morning was the noise that was heard on the lower floor.

She got up and wash her face, then went back to her bedroom to get dressed, and slowly went downstairs she couldn't stay in her bedroom all day anyway, also she was hungry.

The first thing she found when she got off and entered the kitchen was a young man she didn't know, but seeing the clothes she was wearing, she assumed she worked at S.H.I.E.L.D. and that he probably was one of the agents on her father's team.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"You finally woke up," Nozomu said. "He's Brock Rumlow, one of the agents under my command; the other one who's eating breakfast is Jack Rollins."

"Why did you bring them? You have never brought work home," Kath whispered.

"The mission took a slightly different course, but it was successful."

"Different? Does mom know about this?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. She didn't think her mother would be amused that her dad had brought "work" home.

"Sure, she was the one who made breakfast."

"Okay," Kath replied unconvincedly, turned around and saw Brock. "Is my dad too harsh on his team?" she asked Brock.

Brock had slowly turned around when he heard the voice, he hadn't even been able to answer when he saw her, it was the second time in his life that he felt something similar, he was completely enraptured; while Kath couldn't take her eyes off Brock either.

"Rumlow?"

"Huh?"

"Kath asked you a question."

The young woman let out a small, teasing giggle, although she had found some interesting things in his mind. At least sometimes it was fun to see what was in other people's heads.

"Excuse me?"

"I asked you if my dad is too harsh as an instructor or whatever he does."

Brock smiled nervously. He didn't know he had to answer. Meanwhile, Jack tried not to laugh.

Somehow, Brock got Kath's mobile phone number, and they started talking more. He even knew she was a mutant.

She was beginning to feel something "weird," very different from what she once felt about Johnny. If Wanda, Saori, or Nico were there, she could talk to them and know what was going on. She wasn't quite sure what to say to her teacher, Agatha, either... She missed her best friends! She didn't know exactly what she felt, but she was aware that it was completely different from what she had come to feel in the past.

ℒ𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟿, 𝒰𝓃𝒾𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈

 Kathleen did some doodles in her notebook. The classes at the Academy were somewhat boring for her, but perhaps the reason for this is that she read all the procedures as well as the protocols and what she must have known to be an agent in the books and files that her parents had at home since she was a child. However, even if she didn't know, she couldn't pay attention since the noise in her classmates' minds was very annoying. The worst thing is that she knew exactly what they thought of her. Somehow, they learned that she was a mutant.

Kath was the only one who was in the dining room. The others always avoided her, except Cameron. Although they did not bother him, usually the others excluded him. Maybe it was because the boy had always behaved in a very shy way. Regardless, she was happy to be able to consider him a friend.

Kath checked her mobile phone when she arrived, she had a couple of text messages from Brock, he thought she was going to college; she still hadn't told him anything about the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy, she wanted it to be a surprise.

However, the one who got a big surprise was her; the following weekend, while having breakfast with her parents, she received a piece of news.

"Next month, you will have your first mission as an agent," the man said.

Kath took her eyes off her breakfast and looked at him as if her father had spoken to her in a language she didn't understand. "My first mission?  But I'm still at the Academy... " she didn't finish the sentence, realizing the reasons, she smiled, "Okay, I guess I won't be going alone or with any of you."

She knew that Fury had intervened; the good thing was that she would probably have more free time and finally tell Brock the truth, as long as the mission was a success.

In their free time, they would go out; he would show her around the city, or so she thought. Maybe she had lived in another country since she was little, but she did know the city and other parts of the United States because she went to visit her grandparents. She actually liked Brock thinking that; she also liked spending time with him.

Kathleen was in love with Brock, and although she preferred to hide her feelings, the truth was that she was afraid of losing him. In the past, she had already lost the people she loved so much, so she preferred to keep him safe.

Brock Rumlow had six months since he had been appointed Commander and leader of the STRIKE team, some were in disagreement and others skeptical, but the decisive vote and of greater weight was that of Nozomu, who fully trusted him.

"Agent Rumlow," a female voice called him. He wasn't sure if the voice belonged to the person whom he believed. He turned around, annoyed. He was no longer an agent, exactly. "Or should I say Commander Rumlow?" she asked, in a playful tone. Brock laughed when he saw who she was.

Something weird was going on. "Kitty, do you know you can call me Brock?" he frowned. "Why are you wearing that uniform?" Shouldn't you be in college? He looked at her sternly. In the past, he got into a lot of trouble. Maybe she needed his help.

"The uniform is mine; I'm an agent. Here, it's from Fury, and my dad asked you to be my instructor, tutor, whatever," Kathy answered laughing while she gave Brock a document.

"Won't you go to the Academy?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I exceeded expectations in the exams, and they decided it was time for me to become an agent," she replied as if she didn't care.

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#Secrets #Steve Rogers x OFC #brock rumlow x ofc

[hxlyhoax]

Crush Culture

Steve Harrington x Reader

Season 3

prompt: “i’m about to do something stupid” “you’re always doing something stupid so how’s it any different?” - found on pinterest.

warning(s): the ending is pretty whack ?!? but that’s about it I think , if there’s anything you think I should add let me know :)

@m-rae23

━━━━━ © hxlyhoax 2022 do not steal, post on third party sites or translate my work. I do not own the rights to Stranger Things or any of the canon characters mentioned.

You sat in the back, reading a book, so engrossed you didn’t notice your friend and co-worker entering the small break area. “Robin’s finally here.” Steve announced, sitting down across from you, frowning when you didn’t answer. “Hey.”

Steve sighed, moving his arm, tapping your arm, resulting in you jumping, “Huh” you looked up, wide eyed, looking the boy in the eyes. “Sorry for scaring you.” he pouted, “Didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay.” you nodded, going to get up, “Robin’s working now, you don’t have to go out.”

“Oh.” you nodded, settling back into your seat, leaning back. “So how’s the book.” he asked, “It’s alright.” you shrugged, “Boring.”

“Then why are you reading it?” he questioned, tilting his head, “Because I can’t leave anything unfinished.”

“Oh.” he nodded, biting his lip, staring at you, eyes scanning over your face as you began reading again, a comfortable silence filling the room, while he admired you, smiling softly, imagining scenarios he believed would never happen in real time.

“I’m about to do something stupid” he blurted out, making you raise an eyebrow, continuing to read, “You’re always doing something stupid so how’s it any different?” you responded, before looking up at the boy who was pushing your book down, leaning in, kissing you.

Your eyes widened, out of the stupid scenarios that could occur, you weren’t expecting this one, but you still kissed back nonetheless, placing your hands on his cheeks, while he smiled, before hearing a gasp and scream.

“Oh. My. God.” Dustin let out, standing at the doorway, while Robin stood behind him. “Holy shit.” Dustin spoke again, looking at both you and Steve who looked like a deer in headlights. “Anyone want to fill us in?” Robin questioned, “The book you suggested is really boring.” you smiled innocently, leaning back, away from Steve who sat back in his seat.

“Oh, I know.” Robin nodded, “Worst read of my life, but that’s now what i’m talking about and you know it.”

“How the hell did that happen?” Dustin asked, pointing between the both of you. “Because Steve has no game whatsoever.”

“Hey!”

“It’s the truth.” Robin added, holding back a smile, while Steve rolled his eyes, crossing his arms like a child.

“Yn.”

“Robin.”

“What happen in the five minutes since he walked back there.”

You only shrugged, “That’s our business.”

Steve looked at you, hint of a smile on his face, “Please don’t tell me you fell for a dumb pick up line, I had faith in you.” Dustin whined, watching as you shook your head, “No, I didn’t.”

Robin was about to say something but the sound of the bell interrupted her, making her turn your head, seeing Erica and her crew standing there, “What is it today Erica.” the girl sighed, walking to the counter, while Dustin sat down in between both you and Steve, “So what happen?” he smiled, putting his hands under his chin.

“I made the first move.” Steve muttered, answering the question, looking at you, “Yeah, but how?”

“Said I was going to do something stupid, then leaned in and they kissed back.”

Dustin shook his head, “Well, it’s about time my parents got together.”

“Huh?” You looked at the younger boy, confused, because why is the boy you just met not even a week ago calling you his “parent” ?

“Oh, nothing.” He smiled innocently, sighing at the look you were still giving him. “Fine, if you really need to know.” Dustin began, looking at Steve then back to you, “You are our, as in, Mine, Max, Lucas, Will, and Mike’s second favorite person to ever exist really.”

“Second to who?”

“Me, obviously.” Steve smiled, smugly, pointing to himself, “I regret kissing back.”

“No you don’t.” Steve and Dustin said in unison.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #hxlyhoax #hxlyhoax stranger things

[rikus-hips]

「 Tell Me 」

Yotsuba Tamaki

— [cw] ⨾ sensual

a/n: writing with -nii and -chan rlly brings me back to my wattpad days 🗿 but, i feel like that “translates” better since the english equivalents don’t give that same meaning. i’ll have to come up with a better translation of that next time.

if you somehow stumbled onto this fic not knowing what these mean, here’s a short non-encompassing cheat sheet

-nii = an endearing nickname for your older brother

-chan = an endearing nickname for a close friend

if you look further into the japanese language, you’ll find that this explanation isn’t technically accurate but, for the purpose of reading english fanfiction with limited knowledge of japanese, these definitions work well !

“Ayaaaa. (Y/N)-chaaaan. I’m baaack.”

Tamaki called out into the seemingly empty apartment as he closed the door behind him.

“We’ll be right there, Tamaki!”

Wiping his shoes on the doormat, Tamaki stayed near the front door while taking moment to look around the interior.

The small apartment was decorated warmly, with touches of decor that were definitely picked out by (Y/N) themself.

Various knickknacks and souvenirs were arranged throughout the apartment; a good portion familiar to Tamaki.

“Tama-nii!!”

Aya called out for her brother as she turned the corner and ran into his awaiting arms.

Giggling and greetings abound, Tamaki whirled her around in the air before setting her down, crouching on the balls of his feet.

“Perfect timing. We just finished a special surprise for you.”

(Y/N) entered the hallway with their hands noticeably placed behind their back.

Tamaki tilted his head in confusion as Aya ran to (Y/N)’s side, carefully taking hold of the item behind her own back.

“Close your eyes!”

Tamaki followed Aya’s orders as she placed the secret object around his neck.

“Noooow open!”

“…”

Tamaki ran his hand up and down the crocheted yarn that hung all the way down to his stomach.

At the lowest point of the fuzzy necklace, was a crocheted pouch that looked to fit only a knuckle’s worth of objects.

“What is it?” Tamaki questioned bluntly.

“It’s Tama-nii’s Limited Edition Osama Pudding Pouch!! It can hold up to three puddings at a time.”

“No way!!”

“Yup! (Y/N) taught me how to crochet and then helped me make it.”

“You made this yourself, Aya?!”

“Sure did!”

Aya puffed out her chest with a satisfied grin as Tamaki reveled at the handmade gift.

(Y/N) watched quietly as the siblings shared a heartwarming moment.

“It’s getting dark soon, you two better start heading home.” (Y/N) chided.

Both Yotsuba siblings turned towards them with a pout.

(Y/N) chuckled, always finding joy in watching the two exhibit matching behavior.

“Don’t give me that look. Aya, go pack your things, okay?”

“Okaaay.”

Tamaki stood up in front of (Y/N) as Aya rounded the corner.

“Isn’t Aya the best?”

Tamaki fiddled with the custom-made pudding pouch, grin still stretched across his face.

Leaning in towards Tamaki, (Y/N) playfully elbowed his arm.

“Aaand?”

Tamaki continued to fiddle with his present, stopping only when (Y/N) elbowed him a bit harsher.

“Huh? Did you say something?”

With a pout, (Y/N) sharply turned their head away from Tamaki.

“So mean!”

They began to fake cry in an absurd fashion, signaling to Tamaki that they were not serious.

Still, he was confused about what they were hinting at.

After glancing at his pudding pouch again, it appeared that he had finally understood what (Y/N).

“Aaah, sorry (Y/N)-chan— I didn’t even grab any pudding for myself on the way here so I don’t have any for you.”

(Y/N) blinked in disbelief.

They let out a sigh, “Nevermind..”

Stepping into the kitchen, (Y/N) produced an ousama pudding from the fridge and threw it into Tamaki’s awaiting hands.

Tamaki continued to stare quizzically at (Y/N) as Aya re-entered the hallway.

“I got all my stuff.”

(Y/N) leaned on the counter, “Even your bracelets?”

“Mhm.”

Aya crouched on the ground as she begun to put on her shoes.

(Y/N) hesitantly looked back towards Tamaki, who hadn’t let up his stare.

They quickly looked away without a word, awkwardly slinking into the kitchen to avoid further eye contact.

Aya stood up, tugging at her brother’s sleeve to signal she was ready to go.

Tamaki glanced down at his sister before resting a hand atop her head.

“Wait outside for a little, okay Aya? There’s something I gotta talk to (Y/N) about.”

(Y/N) shifted uncomfortably, deciding to occupy their fidgety hands with the dirty dishes.

“Okay, but hurry up. It’s getting late.”

“I will.”

With a ruffle of the hair, Aya exited the apartment and waited by the door, occupying herself with her phone.

Tamaki walked onto the kitchen tile, standing directly behind (Y/N) who was now rewashing the last plate several times over.

“(Y/N)-chan, you’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?”

Tamaki let out a frustrated sigh before spinning (Y/N) to the face him, hands firmly gripping their hips.

“I told you, I’m an idiot. You have to tell me when something’s bothering you or else I won’t know.”

(Y/N) fiddled with their fingers, stalling for time.

Despite his impatience, Tamaki continued to wait for (Y/N)’s answer.

The longer the two had been friends, the more they grew to understand and adapt to each other’s tendencies.

(Y/N) had learned not to take Tamaki’s aloofness to heart.

Tamaki had learned what it looked like when (Y/N) wasn’t voicing their troubles.

“I just… I worked really hard to get the right supplies and figure out how to crochet before I could teach Aya and then figuring out a pattern that would fit three pudding jars…”

‘And you didn’t even acknowledge me.’

(Y/N) felt frustration tears coming on.

‘This is stupid, I never should have said anything.’

Another habit that Tamaki had become familiar with was (Y/N)’s tendency to close up after voicing their emotions.

He had even asked Sogo what he could do to help them better express their true feelings.

“Wh.. What can, I do, to help right now?”

The words were clunky coming out of Tamaki’s mouth but he planned on getting used to them.

A minute of silence passed by as (Y/N) concentrated on processing their feelings into words.

The steady support around their hips provided by the comforting hands of Tamaki helped to ground (Y/N) through their train of thought.

“I think just telling you made me feel better. Since now you know I put a lot of effort into this surprise...”

Tamaki’s face remained neutral as (Y/N) shrunk into themself out of embarrassment.

“And I already told you so that’s that!” (Y/N) stammered out a last ditch effort to save their pride.

“It’s getting even later now so-“

“That’s all?”

Tamaki tugged (Y/N)’s hips towards him, successfully pulling them into his chest.

Replacing his previous grip was a hand atop their head and a hand on the small of their back.

“…Huh?”

“I knew you helped Aya make my gift..”

He began to knead at (Y/N)’s lower back in a way he knew they found relaxing.

“I should have said this sooner. (Y/N)-chan, thank you. You worked hard on this present for me.”

(Y/N) felt their head lean into the head pats and gentle scratches of Tamaki’s fingers in their hair.

“I always appreciate what you do for me and Aya. I thought you already knew.”

“I do! It’s just…”

(Y/N) finally relaxed in Tamaki’s arms, leaning into him, gingerly gripping onto the fabric that covered his chest.

Tamaki tilted his head so that his lips rested on (Y/N)’s earlobe.

“I’ll tell you more directly from now on. (Y/N)-chan, you’re the best.”

The whispered words woke up (Y/N)’s skin with a shiver

“Y-you don’t have to-”

Featherlight pecks began to trail their way from (Y/N)’s ear to their neck.

“(Y/N)-chan, You’re so cute..”

“..(Y/N)-chan, I like you a lot..”

“..(Y/N)-chan…”

The kisses reached their final destination at (Y/N)’s pulse point, their face practically glowing red with the concoction of various heart-pumping emotions.

“And If you keep forgetting, I’ll just keep reminding you.”

Tamaki placed a swift kiss on the tip of (Y/N)’s nose before leaning back to see their face.

“Alright?”

Tamaki’s bashful grin caused (Y/N) to grip onto his shirt even tighter, knees now certainly weak.

“M-mhm..”

“Hehe. Good.”

Tamaki gave (Y/N)’s hair a thorough ruffle before swiftly exiting the apartment.

(Y/N)’s knees finally gave out as they slowly lowered themself onto the kitchen tile, a hand on their neck delicately tracing the invisible line of kisses.

‘He left.. just like that… with me like this…..Did he do that on purpose? Was he just unaware of his charm?? Am I dreaming???’

(Y/N) held their head in their hands as they yelled out into the empty apartment.

“-Aaagh!! Tamaki Yotsuba, you’re so mean!!!”

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[decepti-thots]

In terms of Springers characters in the Wreckers Saga, do you feel his emotional inscrutability is a deliberate characterization or Roche’s hard time writing the character? Was watching his TFCon panel with Burcham and he mentioned he had a difficult time relating to Springers duty-bound morality and I wonder that translates to a sort of bereft characterization…

Hmmm.

There's two parts to my answer here. I will duly cut this, as it is long.

Part the first: I think this question assumes a kind of binary that doesn't have to exist. One thing I think can sometimes be a bit of a problem in discussions of writers' intent when looking at a work is that one (and only one) of two things are assumed to always be true:

A writer did [thing] on purpose, and that makes it a deliberate part of the text

A writer did [thing] without meaning to, completely unknowingly, and that makes it an unintended reading of the text

When in fact, something that can happen as you write, and especially writing serialized fiction, or fiction taking place in someone else's sandbox, is that you write something without necessarily intending it but also not while being like... blissfully unaware of it, you know?

I've seen people say, for example, that a lot of the stuff in Sins happened 'accidentally', citing Roche saying most of what wound up in it wasn't his original plan and developed as he wrote. But 'this changed from my original plan in ways I didn't really notice until I had done it, at which point I was like huh, that's sure what I wrote!' is not... the same as 'wow, I had no idea this was even here til someone read it and pointed it out back at me!' Sometimes you write something without thinking and when you go back to edit you think. Huh. I didn't realise I had done such-and-such. Maybe it's a parallel you didn't do 'on purpose', but it made its way in there because the two things in question felt right, and they felt right because there are thematic links there. Maybe it's a theme that makes sense because it works so naturally for the characters you are writing that simply writing them interacting brought it to the forefront. You know?

Sometimes I think it can be easy to accidentally over-correlate 'pre-mediated' and 'purposeful', basically. They overlap a lot, but do not correlate 1:1. You know how actors in theatre talk about how if they have stage fright, they go OK, let's use it. That kind of principle permeates a lot of writing, in my experience. You can't quite get a grip on something, no matter how hard you try? Use it. Make it a feature.

Part the second: I'm not sure if this would be an answer that I'm super interested in knowing, tbh! There are times that knowledge of an authors' intentions can be illuminating, or interesting, or provide context for a work that helps with certain kinds of analysis. In this case, though, I don't know if I am all that interested in the assumption the question starts with, if you see what I mean. Maybe it was on purpose; maybe it was accidental; maybe it started off accidental and Roche went 'let's use it' and leant into it. (If you held me at gunpoint and made me guess, the trajectory from Last Stand to Wrequiem would make me think the latter is a reasonable guess to make.) But what would knowing that tell us about the work? I guess it might give some context as to how the author felt when writing about the archetypal 'hero' character. Like oh, well, in a series as morally grey as Wreckers, is the most obviously, stereotypically 'good' character difficult to parse on purpose, or just because the author found him to be a little out of sync with everyone else? But beyond that I think it doesn't do very much as questions go, so I am not inclined to dwell too much on it. (That's just me- someone with a different perspective or approach to this stuff might have a very different feeling about this!)

This is the sort of question I might be interested in asking Roche from a craftsmanship point of view- you know, in the sense of 'how did you approach this as a writer, are you happy with the result'. But as a reader of the comic? I think the question I'm more interested in is, whether deliberate or not, how does the fact that Springer comes across to so many readers as comparatively inscrutable function in a comic like Wreckers to further its core themes and tone? What does that character being the least 'relatable' one do for something like Wreckers as a work?

...I appreciate this is on its face a maaaassively overinvolved response to a question about a uhhhh. Transformers comic. LMAO. But this is more just the baseline of how I approach any kind of media, silly or serious, big deal or not, if I want to analyse it on any level, so consider it less an answer to this specific question and more a general explanation of how I approach fiction on the whole.

tl;dr: I don't know, anon! He sure is inscrutable, though. I sympathise with Roche. I find characters like Springer very difficult to write, too. It's a big reason I haven't yet written him.

[nataliaphantomhivesblog]

Newsflash: Dazai cares for Chuuya

Before reading any further, I will be talking about stormbringer, so spoilers ahead!! Translation credits go out to: @popopretty on tumblr, make sure to give this kind human some love and appreciation<3

Also if you want to read the first few chapters of stormbringer: @buraihatranslations is currently translating it, give them much love and appreciation as well, they deserve it!!

Honestly, I have been so obsessed with Soukoku lately and I think the reason behind this is because when it comes to Soukoku, their feelings for each other are not as easy to grasp as love or hate, it is much more profound than that. There is care, hurt, trust, resentment, companionship, bitterness, and consideration...And ironically enough, thats just the tip of the iceberg.

If we break down their individual feelings towards each other, it will be easier to understand their bond.

On Chuuya's end, his feelings are much more clear due to his expressive personality. He wears his emotions on his sleeves, he can try and hide what he feels towards Dazai but his true feelings tend to unravel easily.

He sometimes tries to mask his feelings towards Dazai by throwing insults, but his facial expressions are enough to contradict what he is saying.

Chuuya's feelings towards Dazai can be easier to comprehend. He obviously feels this certain betrayal due to the fact Dazai left the Port Mafia. Not to mention, he and Dazai have always had a rivalry relationship.

In the Soukoku wiki page, it is stated that Chuuya is aware of Dazai not experiencing a proper childhood, therefore allows him to act as childish as he can and lets him tease him relentlessly. I don't know how reliable this source is, but either way I think its worthy enough to add.

In the Dragon head conflict when Dazai was out of sight, Chuuya told Mori to forget about Dazai. That was until Hirotsu mentioned a microscope, Chuuya quickly realizes it was code language because he remembered a previous conversation where Dazai says he needs a microscope to be able to see Chuuya properly.

The moment he figured out it was a tracker, Chuuya did not hesitate to jump in and rescue Dazai. But here is the catch: No one but Chuuya knew about the microscope, if Chuuya really didn't care for Dazai he wouldn't have mentioned the microscope and kept all this under wraps, leaving Dazai in a mess.

Chuuya trusts Dazai with his life. He never hesitates to leave his life on Dazai's hands when it has to come to it. Chuuya and Dazai have known each other for years, for Chuuya to be able to trust Dazai that much is because Dazai also cares for him too, right?

The answer here is yes, Dazai cares for Chuuya. In a superficial level, it doesn't seem like Dazai truly cares, but I can assure you that he does care for him. Weather you like to think of his care in a platonic or romantic manner, the care Dazai has for Chuuya is undeniable and extremely significant for Dazai's character.

I think that stormbringer establishes this idea even further. There is one specific moment in this light novel that shows his genuine concern towards Chuuya's well being:

"There is one problem." Dazai cut off his sentence hesitantly. "It has nothing to do with the sucess rate of the plan. It is a matter we have to overcome in the end but... It may require some time to decide."

"What's with you?" Chuuya raised his eyebrows at Dazai. "Stop dramatizing it. Just hurry up and say it."

"I said earlier about this control spell to open the 'gate' that is used to reset the command inside Chuuya, right?" Dazai spoke with a strangely restrained voice. "If we use that, the logs of the command formula that were written in the past will be erased. That means...even if the memory erasure was used on Chuuya in the past, the traces of that will be erased as well."

"What?"

"I told you before right, the memory erasure command. The only way we can confirm if Chuuya is human or not is to check the history to see if the memory erasure command was ever used. It means..." Dazai looked at Chuuya with eyes that he had never looked at him before. Those eyes were serious. "If we use that control spell, the method to confirm if Chuuya is an artificial personality created by a string of code, or just a normal human being, will be lost. For good."

The time had stopped.

Chuuya opened his eyes and looked towards Dazai but his eyes were not seeing anything. The wind blew between the two of them. Even so, Chuuya did not blink.

"Verlaine became like that because he was tormented by the curse that he was not human. That only is enough of a big problem. The matter of being human or not." Dazai looked at his pocket watch, gave it a glance and continued. "I can delay the time until the plan starts for about two minutes. I will send an order for my men to wait... You can think about it alone for a while. Cuz I guess its hard for you to collect your thoughts with me around."

Having said so, Dazai turned away and walked down the stairs, leaving Chuuya alone.

Dazai fixated in his pocket watch. Two more minutes. Too short for a life decision. But he couldn't afford more than that.

Inside Dazai's head, he was planning a procedure to swith to an alternative plan in case Chuuya refused, at a tremendous speed.

This section in stormbringer is personally one of my favorites, this is a very rare moment between both of them, but especially for Dazai. Like I stated earlier Chuuya wears his emotions on his sleeves, therefore even if he tries to mask his care with insults, its still painfully noticable that he genuienly looks after Dazai. Chuuya also sometimes show a vulnerable side of himself to Dazai, especially after using corruption.

Dazai on the other hand is extremely unreadable. Its hard to understand his true intentions and if he really cares for people or only sees them as a pawn. In this moment though, Dazai was being painfully genuine. Dazai literally prioritized Chuuya over the mission. He was already thinking of coming up with an alternative plan just in case Chuuya refused, obviously the sucess rate of the alternative plan would be lesser than the actual plan Dazai had in mind, he choose Chuuya's wellbeing over a mission.

In this section, Dazai wasn't throwing jokes or witty remarks, he was being serious. Because Dazai knows how desperately Chuuya wants to be human. He knows how important being human is to Chuuya.

Dazai wasn't manipulating Chuuya by giving him the chance to decide, we can see that Dazai was literally showing a lot of hesitation when mentioning this to him, we also get to see what Dazai was thinking, and we can tell he wasn't thinking about manipulative his movements in any way. All of this wasn't coming out of manipulation, it was coming out of pure care.

After six steps, Dazai reached the stair. He stepped on the stair and started walking down. Three steps down the stair, he heard a *clang*, a cool sound of metal echoing behind him. It sounded like the metal was kicked by the sole of someones shoes. The moment Dazai realized what the sound was, Dazai turned around in surprise.

There was already no one at the top.

Dazai was dazed for a moment, then he loosened his lips and laughed.

"Trying to act cool, huh?" Dazai smiled, both annoyed and relieved. Then he turned on his radio and sent out his order. "Chuuya has sallied, everyone get ready for battle."

I personally love this part so much, relief washed over Dazai the moment he noticed that Chuuya was going to go through with the first plan, which proves my point that he wasn't manipulating him and how Dazai was under a lot of stress because he wasn't sure if the alternative plan would be as effective as his original one.

Yet he still was willing to go through the alternative plan if Chuuya refused, because Dazai values him and regards his wellbeing.

Dazai was being surprisingly gentle in this section, he was being honest. There was no ulterior motive behind his actions here, just a boy looking after his partner.

"So i'm going to send an order to my men to prepare for action... Is that okay?"

"Of course it's okay." Chuuya turned to Dazai. "Why are you asking me such a thing?"

Dazai didn't answer right away.

That was an unusual expression. It's like he was trying to say something, but he had to arrange the words in his head to decide where he should start. An expression he rarely shows.

This was right before Dazai drops the bomb to Chuuya about the memory erasure command. He was even asking for Chuuya's opinion on sending his men to get ready, this was the first time Dazai ever showed actual concern without masking it with witty remarks. You can tell that Chuuya isn't used to this.

And when you think about it, when Dazai and Chuuya have missions together, Dazai always uses corruption as a last resort and he always allows Chuuya to make the decision if they will be using it or not.

I personally belive that the main reason Chuuya trusts Dazai with using corruption is because The Sheep used to exploit his powers too much, but Dazai leaves the decision to use corruption up to Chuuya. Dazai understands the physical and mental toll corruption takes on Chuuya and therefore leaves the choice up to him.

Theres another section in stormbringer that I really enjoy, it doesn't necessairly show solicitude but I still think this should still be taken into consideration:

"You seem pretty confident that Chuuya is human, don't you?"

"I am," Dazai laughed with a sigh. "There is no way a man-made code could create such a personality that I detest so much."

Throughout the whole story, Dazai is more than determined that Chuuya is human. The main reason Dazai finds Chuuya so intresting is because of how frighteningly human Chuuya can be, because of the fact that he always wears his emotions on his sleeves, something Dazai rarely does himself. Thats personally a nice sentiment from Dazai's end, even when Chuuya struggles completely when it comes to believing in his own humanity, Dazai still can't help but see him as a human being.

Also I am aware that Dazai literally said he detests Chuuya here but he also sighed and laughed while stating this, showing us that he isn't being serious about hating him.

And its not only in stormbringer were he shows his concern towards Chuuya. In fact, in this following manga pannel Dazai is telling Chuuya that if he is willing to listen him, he will stage his own escape so that Chuuya doesn't get punnished.

Honestly, if Dazai didn't care enough for Chuuya, he wouldn't have mentioned this to him. Chuuya didn't care enough to realize that he literally unwillingly freed Dazai which would get the pm mad at him, so the fact that Dazai is literally helping him out is no doubt out of care for him. If Dazai didn't have any regard for Chuuya he would've not staged his escape or mentioned anything to Chuuya, eventually incriminating him.

There are many misconceptions when it comes to Dazai's feelings towards Chuuya, people think that he doesn't care for him due to the fact that he left the Port Mafia, leaving Chuuya behind. But heres the thing: Dazai's intentions had nothing to do with Chuuya. He left the organization for his own good, he left it to fullfill Oda's wish.

"If Dazai cared for Chuuya then why didn't he take Chuuya with him?" the reason is simple, he knows how much the PM means to Chuuya. In stormbringer it is shown that Chuuya feels as if his humanity is attached to the people he is loyal to, in this case its the port mafia. Verlaine wanted to get rid of the pm because he believed that the pm is what kept Chuuya's humanity, eventually making Chuuya believe that he is only human if he stays loyal to the pm. Dazai knows this. Thats exactly why he didn't take Chuuya with him or even explains to Chuuya why he left, he knows it would be selfish to basically rip Chuuya's sense of humanity apart.

I have a feeling that if Dazai told Chuuya about the real reason he left the Port Mafia, Chuuya will not only feel conflicted about being in the pm, but he would also have an inner conflict with himself as a human.

People also think Dazai may not really care for him because of the fact that after the fight against Lovecraft he actualy deserted him, maybe that part was truly just supposed to be seen as simple humor, but either way I want to talk about it. Chuuya's only request to Dazai was to take him back to base safe, so why did Dazai leave Chuuya behind?

I mean he has carried Chuuya back to saftey before with no problem, for example in stormbringer when Chuuya uses corruption for the first time Dazai carries him back to the billiards bar and not to the mafia’s base so that he could say goodbye to his passing friends.

The reson behind this is because Mori needs to know that unlike Dazai, Chuuya is absolutely loyal to him. Leaving Chuuya the way he did will make Mori believe that these two really are at each others throats and that Dazai is insignificant to Chuuya. Making it seem that for Chuuya, the mafia comes first before anything else.

Therefore Dazai established Chuuya's saftey within the mafia since not only does Mori want these two to be hostile with each other, he doesn't want Chuuya to eventually turn against him if he truly found out more about Dazai's true reason of departure. Then again, this isn't canon but it is a logical assumption.

Not to mention that although Dazai did leave him behind, he folded Chuuya's coat and hat before taking his leave. There is also an an extra chapter where Ozaki Kouyou was talking with Chuuya but when he left he forgot his coat, which made Kouyou came across the coat; where she noticed a badge sewed inside saying "Name: Hatrack", she smiled fondly thinking to herself that some things just never change, in this case, Dazai and Chuuya's bond.

Dazai literally took his time to sew this into his coat just to tease him, it was a simple gesture but it shows us how their dynamic will never change. No matter what these two go through, they will always share a bond that consists on teasing, trust and underlying care.

All of this actually makes that theory of Dazai planting a bomb under Chuuya's car for the sole reason that the PM doesn't find Chuuya as an acomplice who aided Dazai on his escape much more feasable.

For Dazai to just plant a bomb under Chuuya's car with no motive makes no sense because if Dazai's true intentions were to simply mess with Chuuya, he would've most likely made it clear at that time. Dazai always has an underlying motive behind his actions, and in this case it is very likely that he did that for Chuuya's sake.

Don't get me wrong, I am aware that the bomb incident could've just been a comedic moment and I shouldn't look too much into it, but there is still a posibility, right?

These two hold so much trust and care for one another, yet they also hold a lot of bitterness and resentment. In the end the good aspects of their dynamic outweighs the bad.

Either you see these two in a platonic or romantic way, you can't tell me that their bond isn't significant.

Thank you so much for reading!! I wanted to talk about this for a while because I feel like people misinterpret Dazai's feelings towards Chuuya a lot so I hope this clears up things a bit<3

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[the-himawari]

A3! Minagi Tsuzuru - Translation [SSR] MANKAI Party (3/3)

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Kazunari: There’s still time before the event, but… happy birthday, Tsuzurun!

Banri: ‘Grats.

Omi: Happy birthday. If we’re celebrating, then I’ll bring these out? Here, I made these.

Tsuzuru: Pastries…? Did you go out of your way to make these for me?

Omi: Well, cooking is like my hobby, after all.

Kazunari: Looks yummy!

Banri: Do snacks just follow when Omi’s around?

Tsuzuru: Thank you so much, Fushimi-san. Banri and Miyoshi-san too.

Izumi: Great job, everyone. Tsuzuru-kun, I swear I spotted Mizuno-san in the lobby. Do you know anything about that? I thought I should say hi to him if he came…

Tsuzuru: No, I haven’t heard anything… Umm, I wonder…

Izumi: I only caught a glimpse so I’m not certain or anything! I mean, it’s possible it was just a lookalike.

Tsuzuru: I guess that is a possibility… (But if Mizuno does happen to be here, then the VLOG segment is going to be a bit tough to get through…)

Izumi: Ah, Tsuzuru-kun. It’s about time, so please get ready.

Tsuzuru: Alright…

Kazunari: What’s up? Tsuzurun, don’t tell me you’re nervous?

Tsuzuru: Well, a little, yeah…

Omi: You have us if you find yourself clamming up. Don’t worry.

Banri: What he said. If anythin’ happens, just leave it to us.

Kazunari: Settzer, Omimi and I are gonna hype your b-day event up to the max!

Tsuzuru: …Thank you. All of your words eased my nerves a bit. Alright, let’s head out?

-pause-

Tsuzuru: Hello, everyone.

Guest A: Tsuzuru-kun, happy birthday!

Guest B: Happy birthday~!

Tsuzuru: Thank you for celebrating for me. And thank you very much for coming to my birthday event today. I’m Minagi Tsuzuru. Let’s jump right into it. I will call over my three guests.

Kazunari: Hey there, y’all~! It’s Kazunari Miyoshi ☆

Banri: Sup.

Omi: Thank you for gathering together for Tsuzuru today, everyone.

Guest C: It’s Kazunari-kun, Banri-kun and Omi-kun~!

Guest D: Hello~!

Banri: Let’s all have a blast celebratin’ Tsuzuru today.

Guests: OKAY!

Kazunari: Ooh! Great crowd out there!

Tsuzuru: Haha. I appreciate it. Now then, we’ll start the “VLOG Viewing Party”. I asked Fushimi-san to film a VLOG for me with the theme of “a sight I want to show my fans”.

Omi: I know I’m the one saying it, but I think the VLOG came out really well.

Banri: Can’t wait to watch it.

Kazunari: Roll it, roll it~.

-pause-

Tsuzuru: “Hi there, it’s Minagi Tsuzuru. Fushimi-san is the one in charge of the camera.”

Omi: “Hello.”

Tsuzuru: “We’ve come to the riverside today. The thing is, I get asked quite often in my fan letters and comments on how I take my breaks. It’s been hard to find a chance to answer that, so I thought I’d take this opportunity to actually show you guys.”

-pause-

Guest C: I’m so happy!

-pause-

Tsuzuru: “When I get stuck while I’m writing, I find that doing something different helps get the ideas flowing.” “So, when I gaze out and walk by the waterside like this, I can both relax and come up with good ideas. It kills two birds with one stone.”

-pause-

Kazunari: I totes feel that! Going on a walk switches up your mood, and there’s times where an idea suddenly pops into your head~!

Omi: I see, Kazunari can sympathize since he creates his own works.

Tsuzuru: Even though our creations are different, we still “create them” in the same way.

-pause-

Tsuzuru: “Hm? Oh, there’s dandelions blooming over there. Can we go take a quick look?”

Omi: “Sure, no problem.”

Tsuzuru: “They bloomed here, huh… I’ve been here so many times, yet I had no idea.”

Omi: “Looks like a new discovery. Do you like dandelions, Tsuzuru?”

Tsuzuru: “Hmm, I suppose you can say that? I have an emotional attachment to this flower. I find myself looking for it whenever spring comes around…”

-pause-

Kazunari: I love dandelions too! They have the feel of spring!

Banri: Right, I feel like Tsuzuru had those placed in front of his mirror.

Tsuzuru: Ah. So you did notice, huh?

-pause-

Tsuzuru: “It’s a flower of a precious memory with a friend.” “We’ve been friends since elementary school, and he’s the one who inspired me to start writing scripts.” “There was a period of time we weren’t in contact with each other. But we reunited and we were able to become friends all over again.” “Now, that friend comes to the theatre every time to watch my performances. And he sends me fan letters and dandelion bouquets.”

Omi: “…That’s a great memory. And a great friend.”

Tsuzuru: “Yes…!”

-pause-

Guest B: I’m glad they’re friends again!

-pause-

Takeru: “Tsuzuru nii-chan!?”

Yuzuru: “Omi onii-chan’s here too!”

-pause-

Guest C: Tsuzuru-kun’s little brothers!?

Guest D: Eh, Omi-kun’s younger brother too?

Kazunari: Aren’t those Tsuzurun’s little brothers! How come they’re on screen!?

Omi: Truthfully, it was a coincidence we met.

-pause-

Yuzuru: “Tsuzuru onii-chan, upsies!”

Tsuzuru: “Okay, okay. Up we go.”

Yuzuru: “Yay!”

-pause-

Guest A: Tsuzuru-kun’s holding him…!

Guest B: I feel so soft~!

-pause-

Tsuzuru: “Alright, let’s go for it!”

Yuzuru: “Woohoo!”

Takeru: “Let’s play tag!”

-pause-

Banri: It’s a legit game of tag.

Kazunari: Tsuzurun’s little bros look like they’re having fun too!

Guest C: Tsuzuru-kun is adorable~!

Guest D: I want to play tag together~!

-pause-

Takeru: “I’m thirsty.”

Yuzuru: “Tsuzuru onii-chan, I wanna drink juice!”

Tsuzuru: “There’s a vending machine over there. Let’s go buy some?”

Yuzuru: “Let’s gooo!”

-pause-

Kazunari: Tsuzurun’s totes as usual in the second half!

Banri: Well, that kinda stuff’s valuable for his fans. It’s good, ain’t it?

Guest A: I’m glad I got to see the usual Tsuzuru-kun!

Guest B: I’m happy we got to see Tsuzuru-kun as an older brother!

Tsuzuru: T-Thank you very much. I wasn’t sure whether to include the part where I was playing with my younger brothers… But I left it in because I realized once again that spending time with my family was also a breather for me. Did my VLOG answer everyone’s question?

*applause*

Tsuzuru: That’s great. I hope all of you find your own way to unwind as well.

Guest A: Thanks!

Guest C: I’ll try taking a walk too!

-pause-

Mizuno: …Tsuzuru-kun’s VLOG was spectacular.

-pause-

Tsuzuru: …It’s about time, so I have to take my picture. Fushimi-san, can I ask you to do the honours?

Omi: Of course. I’ll take a great picture suitable for your birthday.

Tsuzuru: What should I do for my pose…?

Banri: Why don’tcha strike a pose you like?

Tsuzuru: If you say a pose I like, I’m not sure…

Kazunari: I thought this might happen, so I prepped a pen and notebook!

Tsuzuru: When did you bring those!?

Kazunari: I actually hid them here during our rehearsal~.

Tsuzuru: I didn’t notice at all…

Kazunari: If it’s you, then it’s gotta be writing!

Banri: There are times when you make notes for your scripts. I think it’d make sense for you to take a photo where it looks like you’re writin’ something.

Omi: How about we take one like that, Tsuzuru?

Tsuzuru: I don’t see why not. The items have been prepared for me and all. …Like this?

Banri: Oh, lookin’ good.

Kazunari: That’s you, alright~.

Tsuzuru: You think so?

Omi: Okay, I’m taking it. …And pose.

*click*

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#a3! #a3! translation #minagi tsuzuru #act! addict! actors! #HAPPY BIRTHDAY TSUZURU!!!!!!!!

[myherowritings]

PART 3. ACCIDENTAL SUGAR DADDY?

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 2.4k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. none in this chapter

A/N. happy new year y’all! :3 i hope you have a good 2021 and here is some flirty ceo!shouto for u to enjoy as we enter the new year hehe ;) thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy! xx sof

SERIES MASTERLIST

© myherowritings — all rights reserved. reposting, modifying, copying, or translating of any kind is not allowed. do not read my writing as asmr. do not plagiarize.

“I heard you dropped by this weekend,” you said as a greeting, a playful smile on your lips. “Looking for me?”

If the tips of his ears didn’t tinge pink, you would have guessed Shouto was completely unaffected by your words. 

“Mn.” He drew his attention away from your gaze and pointedly adjusted his cufflinks. “Good morning to you too.” 

You laughed, accepting you wouldn’t get anything out of your attempt at teasing. “Morning, Shouto. How was your weekend?” 

The cafe was quite busy this hour, but Miyazaki took over the other register to alleviate the stress (though, what she really said was so you and pretty boy—who happened to be rich rich—could talk). Whatever the reason, you were glad for a small break whenever you could get it.

“You could say it was busy,” he replied, sounding a bit tired. For the first time since you met him, you actually noticed how exhausted he looked. You wanted to put cucumbers on his eyes and lay his head down on your lap to coax him to sleep. Nonetheless, he smiled softly at you. “And yours? I hope you were able to have time to rest and relax.”

You nodded. “I just slept a lot and caught up on the shows I missed throughout the week.”

“The real way a weekend should be spent.” 

His voice was teasing but he didn’t sound mocking. Just...somewhat playful. There was something about his tone that made you want to hear it again.

“Something tells me you need a weekend away where you could just relax and do nothing,” you commented, tapping the back of your pen to your chin. “Do you not have any days off at work?” 

He considered this. “Depends what you mean by day off.” 

“If you have to ask that, that probably means you don’t have a day off, huh?” you said with a frown, holding your hand over your chest as you sighed dramatically. “You poor thing. Overworked and tired. Maybe I should steal you away one weekend and get you to just relax.” 

You were only half-serious.

“Maybe you should,” agreed Shouto, sounding full-serious.

“Maybe I will,” you blurted before you could stop yourself. Maybe you could if you actually had his number… Then, feeling shameful you said, “But, ah, anyway, what can I get for you today? We actually have cheese danishes again!”

His face brightened. “You do? I’ll take five dozen.”

With a laugh you took down his order. You really weren’t sure where all these pastries were going when he bought it, but judging from his expression, you figured it must be somewhere good. 

“And for your drink?”

“This time I’ll have a large green tea with almond milk, please.” 

You nodded but tilted your head to the side in question. “No coffee with extra shots of espresso today?” 

“I add too much sugar and creamer to my coffee,” he admitted sheepishly. “And with all the baked goods I’ve been eating I realized I may have had an excess amount of sweets lately.” 

With an understanding laugh you patted his hand that was resting on the counter woefully. “I can definitely relate to that. If too many sweets are bad for you they shouldn’t have made it taste so good.”

Shouto glanced down at where your hands touched, an expression you couldn’t quite discern on his face. Averting your gaze, you quickly pulled your hand back. Was that inappropriate of you? Did he find it too pushy?

“Oh— Sorry about that,” you said, rubbing your elbow with your opposite hand. “Got a bit ahead of myself there.”

“No, it’s fine.” He blinked once. “I didn’t mind.”

Unsure if he meant anything by that and unsure if you were reading too much into things, you simply brushed the topic off and moved on to getting his order in telling him the price. 

“Paying by card again, I’m assuming?” you asked before hitting the appropriate button on the screen.

“Correct.”

By now the sight of the sleek and pretty credit card was one you grew rather fond of as he scanned over the payment terminal and signed his name. Was it weird you wanted to examine his signature more closely? Shouto seemed like the type of person who would have a fancy signature that somehow looked like art. 

As per routine, you told him his order would be ready for pick up at his right and, before he left the register, he thanked you and gave you another $100. 

Did it feel any less strange than the first time he tipped you? Not really, no. But you still weren’t going to complain about a generous tip from a willing customer.

Before he left with his cheese danishes and cup of tea in hand, he stopped by next to you with a small smile. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.”

You grinned back. “Can’t wait, Shouto!” 

— ✩ —

This went on for a whole other week. By this point, he had given you over $1,000 in tip and you were starting to feel like you should give him something in return despite him assuring you he didn’t expect anything. 

When you told your friends about the nice guy you met while you were working and they asked for the details, the first thing they said in response to your situation was, “Sugar daddy?” 

Before they planted that thought into your head, you just took it as a rich businessman who hated the rich and believed in redistribution of wealth—you couldn’t complain about that. That made him even more appealing, if you must say. But once Kaminari and Ashido whispered those two words, you couldn’t help but see the comparisons. 

You had no issues with sugar daddies or sugar babies; as long as they were two consenting adults, what did it matter to you? It just wasn’t something you were looking for at the time and you didn’t want Shouto to get the wrong impression or involve yourself in something you weren’t ready to. 

As you commuted to work for your next morning shift, you told yourself today was the day you’d thank him one final time for the tips, but tell him you couldn’t accept anymore. You were sure he’d be understanding but you also hoped it wouldn’t deter him from coming to see you. That was the last thing you’d want. 

“Mrs. Miyazaki,” you said between customers. “When Shouto comes in, do you think I can step away from the register to talk to him for a little? I promise it’ll be brief!”

She waved her hand dismissively. “That’s not a problem. Are you finally going to ask him out or something?”

You scratched the back of your neck. “Or something, yeah.” 

Thankfully, by the time Shouto arrived today, it was later than he normally came, meaning rush hour was almost dying down. 

“Good morning! Someone’s a little late today,” you teased. “Overslept?” 

“I wish,” he sighed wistfully. “I had a meeting early this morning and it just ended. Didn’t have a chance to pick up some coffee or pastries beforehand.” 

You frowned. “I’m sorry to hear that. I hope whoever was hosting the meeting at least provided you guys drinks and snacks!” 

He paused. “He did, but… I just thought yours were better.” 

Smiling at the compliment, you preened. “Well, I can’t say I’m not surprised. And I’m glad you were able to drop by still. Would’ve missed you too much otherwise.”

Again, you were only half-serious.

“Hm. I would’ve missed you too.”

And again, he seemed full-serious. Not that you minded. 

After taking his order and watching him pay, you pulled him to the side, looking over at your boss so she knew what was going on. She gave you a brief nod as you turned your attention to Shouto. 

A lapse of silence went by and he spoke up, “Did you have something you wanted to say?” 

“Yeah, actually.” You wrung your fingers nervously, hoping you wouldn’t say anything to offend him since you knew his actions were coming from a kind place. “I just wanted to say… I’m not really looking for a sugar daddy right now.”

He blinked once. Then twice. “Pardon?” 

You stared at him, unsure what to say. 

“I— Sorry. I wasn’t… It’s not my intention to be a...sugar daddy either.” Shouto’s face flushed a bright pink that made your own cheeks warm up in response. 

“But the—the money? I just… I guess I thought…” You winced.

So he wasn’t trying to pick up a sugar baby… Well, this was awkward. But regardless, you think you’ve gotten close enough to him to the point where it would feel weird accepting money from him. 

“I’m sorry if I was unclear. It really is just a tip to show appreciation for your service here.” 

You shook your head. “No! Sorry, that makes sense! My friends just said… And then I…” you trailed off, feeling a million times more flustered than when you started. “Sorry about that. The sugar daddy mishap aside, I still wanted to say that I really appreciate the tips you gave, but I don’t think I can accept them anymore.” 

Slowly, he nodded, adjusting the collar of his dress shirt. “I understand. Did something happen?”

“No, nothing happened!” you were quick to assure. “I really am thankful, but… I think we’ve gotten too close for me to be comfortable accepting that much money, you know?”

Shouto tilted his head to the side, listening intently. 

“Like,” you tried to explain, fiddling with your apron, “over the past few weeks I just think we’ve gotten to know each other more and I think of you as a friend of sorts now.” You peered at him through your lashes, hoping your words were making sense. “I think as a relationship develops—for me, at least—adding money into the mix can cause weird power imbalances if not communicated properly. And I just don’t want that for us.” 

He thought through your words for a while before agreeing. “I get what you mean. I wouldn’t want to unintentionally make you feel like you owe me anything, so if you’re not comfortable with it, I can stop.” 

“Thanks, Shouto,” you said with a beam, glad he was so receptive. Really though, what else did you expect? From your interactions with him you took him to be kindhearted and open. Of course he wouldn’t be upset over this. “But just to be clear, this doesn’t mean you should stop coming! Right? I don’t want to stop being your friend or anything!” 

With a small laugh, he nodded. “Sure. I wouldn’t want to part with my favorite cafe. And I’d like to keep being friends as well.”

Those words warmed your heart. You really were nervous about this confrontation earlier; you didn’t want voicing your opinion to mean ending your friendship. (Although, if you sharing what you were comfortable with was enough to end a relationship, then you supposed it was bound to be a toxic and stifling one in the long run and it was good to know in the beginning to end it before it could grow.) Turns out, however, that you didn’t even need to worry about that. He was understanding and sweet and you were glad to have gotten this out of the way.

“Well, as new friends,” you said, gently nudging his side, “maybe we should get to know each other more? Exchange numbers… Hang out outside of this cafe…” You ran through some suggestions, almost bouncing on your feet in excitement. “I mean, I know you’re always so busy and might not have much free time to hang out. But— If you’re ever free one weekend…” 

“I’d enjoy that,” he cut in, saving you from blabbering your mouth off and accidentally embarrassing yourself. “Didn’t you say you’d steal me away from work to relax? I’m still holding you to that.” 

The beginnings of a smirk formed on his face as he looked at your flustered expression. Was he teasing you?

You huffed, pretending to be insulted by his playful mocking. “Guess I’ll really have to do it then.” 

“Guess so.”

“Maybe you should give me your number first so we could plan it.” 

“Okay.”

He handed you his phone and you handed him yours, both of your adding your numbers to the contact list. Smiling, you held the phone in front of the two of you to take a contact picture of yourself for Shouto’s phone. To your complete surprise, he laughed before promptly following suit and taking a selfie for his contact image. 

“Cute,” you said when he handed you back your phone. 

“You too.” 

Placing your device back in your pocket, you looked at him, hand on hip. “Since when did you become such a smooth-talker? Am I going to have to guard my heart now?” 

His only response was a shrug, but you could see hints of a smile playing on his face. The two of you seemed to be smiling a lot lately, you couldn’t help but notice. 

“I should probably let you go to work now—and I should go back to mine.” You gestured to the growing line at the front of the store. Your manager looked like she had things under control, but you didn’t want to take advantage of her kindness. “You should text me later though. If you want.”

“I’ll do that,” Shouto promised, picking up his drink and pastry boxes from the side counter. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N. And… I’ll message you soon.” 

As you watched him leave the store, you were certain you had a silly look on your face as you stared in a trance. 

“I’ll turn my phone off silent just for you!” you said to his back, hoping he understood what a momentous occasion this was. Your phone was always on silent (unless you were playing a game, of course). But for Shouto, you could handle hearing the obnoxious ringtone and text tone. 

With an amused expression he nodded before waving goodbye.

Later on that day, at the end of your shift, you noticed a new message from a certain someone that made your stomach flutter.

Shouto: Hi there. It’s Shouto :)

You never knew those four simple words would be enough to keep the grin plastered on your face up until the moment your head hit your pillow to fall asleep. But, damn— Were you glad that happened to be the case. 

a/n: whY WAS SHOUTO AND Y/N EXCHANGING NUMBERS SO CUTE idk that scene got me all blushy and :DDD HFJDKSF like taking a selfie with shouto and getting his number? only goal in life BFHFGF,, also y/n said no more tips how we feeling? ;o 

what to expect in the next part:

an unwanted visitor ಥ_ಥ

shouto has a...proposition for y/n 

FLIRTING FLUFF SO MUCH CUTENESS U MIGHT CRY

y/n struggles with their fEeLiNGs~

#A LITTLE EARLIER THAN NORMAL BUT I HAVE TO GET READY FOR NYE AHH #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #bnha fanfiction #mha #mha imagines #mha x reader #mha fanfic recs #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #todoroki shouto #todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #bnha fluff #todoroki imagines #bnha scenarios #mha scenarios #todoroki x y/n #shouto todoroki x reader #shouto x reader #shoto x reader #bnha todoroki #todoroki shoto

[makeste]

BnHA 326: What’s up Kids, It’s Me, Your Old Pal Stain

Previously on BnHA: Ochako shamed the U.A. Clown Mob into letting Deku go back inside his own fucking school by giving them an hour-long speech about how not to be humongous dickheads. Kouta and Gigantic Fox Lady saved the manga by being the only ones brave enough to give Deku a hug. Shouto was all “man, all this togetherness sure does remind me of that promise you made that we would handle Touya together which you immediately bailed on, doesn’t it, Dad.” Aizawa was all, “for the one and a half people out there who thought that my losing an eye and a leg might actually make me less sexy, I’m very happy to prove you wrong.” All Might was all, “[standing outside the U.A. fortress alone in the rain talking to someone or something??].” Like seriously, what was up with that though.

Today on BnHA: All Might is all “here I am in Kamino having a belated mid-life crisis because Deku abandoned me and I’m a terrible mentor and everything sucks and I hate myself.” Stain is all, “don’t make me come over there and give you a ten page speech about why you’re still the goat while menacingly holding you at swordpoint the entire time” because idk if you knew this guys, but Stain is pretty crazy actually. Anyway so he does that, and then All Might gets all emotional, and then the lady from chapter 92 shows up and gives All Might’s statue an encouraging pep talk, and then Horikoshi is all “and it even stopped raining lol can you believe this shit I’m not even a little bit subtle,” and he really isn’t. But I still got emotional anyway, because seeing people reassure All Might that everything he’s struggled for his entire life hasn’t been in vain just got to me okay. Horikoshi knows I am weak to the All Might feels and he just goes for the jugular every time, that bastard.

lmao. “in the neverending downpour, All Might is...” yeah, thank you, glad we’re getting right to that then

“All Might is driving 95 mph in his busted ass car in the pouring rain, is what he’s doing.” huh

so basically a day or two after his adopted child refused to accept the handmade bento that he packed with love, my man is out here acting like he’s got nothing to live for anymore. this sure bodes well for certain prophecies on which the clock is still ominously ticking down

his fucking face though omg. is it weird that I’m kind of hoping more people ambush him just because I think it’d be funny to see them get their asses kicked like the last bunch

(ETA: or maybe he will just stand there openly not giving a fuck and basically daring them to stab him!! get it together please All Might.)

side note, “anti-hero supporters” is such a strange way of saying “people who hate heroes”, which I’m assuming is what they actually wanted to say?? this makes it sound like it’s a group that really loves antiheroes. “these Hannibal stans have been a real menace lately. time to go deal with them”

ha ha ha, fucking ouch

are you really gonna do it Horikoshi you bastard. are you really going to let that be the final encounter between the two characters whose relationship you once described as the vertical axis of the entire fucking story. are you really gonna?? huh??

huh

you’re telling me you were driving 112 mph and you still didn’t get there in time. you’re losing your touch old man. lol Todo’s ice is almost fully melted already, how late were you

(ETA: so apparently this is taking place after the end of chapter 325, meaning he went to U.A., hung out for a bit, saw the kids come back with his bedraggled half-dead protégé in tow, watched as they shamed the civilians into some long-overdue character development, and then was all “welp, time to go argue with the hero-hating faction or something because I’m feeling useless.” and Edge just let him go, just like that. though to be fair I have to imagine it’s pretty hard to say no to All Fucking Might.)

also belated lol at the fact that the kids were all “yeahhhhhhh we are definitely not gonna touch that thing, let’s just leave it here, he doesn’t need it anyway.” probably the right call to make since they couldn’t get a hazmat team on such short notice

fuck. ha ha ha fucking ouch part two

All Might please put that thing down before you get gangrene. also yeah, you dropped the ball, good for you to acknowledge it. nobody’s perfect and you did your best. but yeah you could have handled a lot of things completely differently. but I still love you

is Horikoshi really putting this flashback here. are you serious. what kind of fucking sadist

look, I swear I’m not one of those people that runs up and down the street shouting “DEATH FLAG!!” at every third panel lol. but this shit screamed Death Flag when we originally got it, and it’s screaming DEATH FLAG!!! even more now. like with the capital letters and exclamation marks and all. and that’s just a fact. I don’t like it but that’s how it is

ffkdjslk

“DID YOU READ THE SIGN??!” Horikoshi asks while zooming in maniacally because he thinks we’re blind or something. lol what

-- though actually, it only just occurred to me that this sign is actually written in English. I never really paid attention up until now and had been assuming it was written in Japanese and translated by the scanlators, but the writing here is clearly part of the original image. anyway so maybe that’s why he’s zooming in?? just to make sure everybody pays attention lol

okay fuck this

see, this is the whole problem right here. once again All Might is all on his own. Deku’s self-destructive angst spiral was fortunately brought to a grinding halt because he actually has support from his friends and family and teachers and classmates. but All Might never had that same kind of support, and it’s made all the difference between the two of them, and not in a good way. Katsuki wasn’t wrong when he said All Might and Deku were both cut from the same cloth. but now when it’s All Might’s turn to go all “I WALK A LONELY ROAD~~” once again, there’s nobody in sight

just, after forty plus years of him carrying this torch, I just wish someone would finally come along to let him know he doesn’t have to. all those things that he wanted to say to Deku are also things that he needs and deserves to hear himself. Aizawa was making a little progress there, but now he’s got his sad zombie cloud boyfriend situation to deal with, and we can’t expect him and his perfect hair to solve all our problems. someone else has gotta step up

oh my god

“you rang?” never mind I take it all back sob

omg why am I laughing. shit

this man truly has the best PR game in the series. we were truly convinced he was gonna suddenly become a good guy and defend All Might against the other villains or some nonsense. as if this wasn’t the same man who decided on a whim that Iida Tensei deserved to be paralyzed, and that his fifteen-year-old brother deserved to die for daring to be upset about it

lol even All Might is all “I genuinely never saw this coming” lmao

just want to say, for the record, I have always harbored a very sensible hatred toward Stain. feeling very vindicated right now. good job Past Me

adsfklwkfsdwgkj

ffffwefjslkg. ghsdlkg. dsfkkkslkjldwkjrg

STAIN: heard you talking shit old man

ME: smh that’s what I thought you’d say you dumb fucking Stain

STAIN: how dare you talk about All Might that way

ME: gljfljgk

(ETA: in hindsight I have no idea how I didn’t clue in sooner that he didn’t recognize him -- or, well, ~didn’t recognize~ him, to be more accurate lol. I think it was the whole “is that a slight against the heroes?” thing that threw me. Viz’s translation makes it much clearer that he’s offended on behalf of All Might specifically, not heroes in general. anyways.)

sob. so All Might is all “yeah I don’t blame you for not recognizing me in this sweet leather jacket”

good thing he still knows how to do this party trick

A+ reflexes on Stain’s part presumably pulling the sword back a few inches to keep this dumbass from impaling himself with his whole pufferfish routine. can you imagine if that was the gruesome death Nighteye foresaw. and he was just too embarrassed to say anything

lol anyways guess I was wrong about Stain everyone

way to fucking go, Past Me. you really biffed this one

oh wait

Stain sure is one wacky rollercoaster ride

oh fuck me lol I forgot how much I did not miss this

(ETA: “this here is the sacred ground where All Might gave up the last of his power and turned into a shriveled old man!! please ignore the part where I admit to knowing all about that, and yet pretend not to recognize said man when he’s standing two feet in front of me.”)

Past Me, I know we’ve had our ups and downs these past ninety seconds, but I’m really starting to think you were on to something. this dude has always been kind of insufferable. always acting like his high horse is a fucking giraffe when it’s actually a Shetland pony

dammit now he’s got All Might going off on a depressed monologue

oh my god my heart

shit

why the fuck does that hit so hard. he became a hero because he couldn’t bear to just sit back and let bad things happen to people who didn’t deserve it. I mean that’s basically the same as every hero ever, right? so why does it still hit so fucking hard every single time though. what is it about seeing someone so determined to stand up for other people and fight on their behalf. it just never loses its impact no matter how many times I see that determination mirrored in so many of my favorite characters

“I wanted to make the world a better place.” omg. but you did, though. like seriously, I feel like people are always dogging on him for not being 100% perfect, and fandom really doesn’t give him enough credit for everything he still managed to accomplish. this man came of age at a time when Japan was by all accounts a total shitshow, and singlehandedly managed to bring about an era of peace that lasted for four fucking decades. can you imagine having peace for that long?? that’s longer than I’ve been alive. shit

and he gave people hope. he inspired them and protected them and made them feel safe. and no, he couldn’t save everyone, because he’s only one fucking dude (and also because the whole time AFO was also out there desperately working to undermine him so that he could keep preaching his narrative of “heroes are bad actually”). but you know what he did do, is inspire multiple new generations of heroes who, if they can all manage to work together, will finally be able to accomplish everything he never could

so yeah. forty years of peace, and inspired the “that’s how we all became the greatest heroes” generation -- that’s a fucking win in my book. talk about having a net positive impact on the world. lol anyways now I’m all fired up and ready to fight anyone who tries to talk any shit about you, All Might

“but what if I talk shit about myself” okay listen up All Might I’m gonna need you to try just a little bit harder to work with me here okay. please calm down and stop blaming yourself for every single bad thing that’s ever happened in the world. do you remember that time Bakugou was blaming himself for Kamino, and you gave him a hug and told him it wasn’t his fault, and that he was only a boy, and that even though he was strong, even strong people can struggle with the burdens they place on themselves, and that you were sorry for not seeing that earlier? do you remember all of that? that’s what I want someone to tell you too, dammit. anyway please stop breaking my heart please and thanks

wtf

are you dead All Might

um

I don’t even have the slightest idea what’s happening lol

oh snap did he grab him so they could hide??

hold the fucking phone. don’t tell me this person in the background with the umbrella is here to actually do something decent??

oh my godddd

and here come the feels. oh boy. okay don’t mind me, I’m just gonna sit here sobbing over this fictional lady and her simple act of kindness in this weekly shounen manga that I care about way too much

FUCKING DAMMIT AND HERE’S A SECOND HELPING

DON’T MIND ME, I’M JUST GETTING DISPROPORTIONATELY EMOTIONAL OVER THIS WOMAN’S DETERMINATION TO HONOR A MAN WHO SACRIFICED EVERYTHING TO SAVE HER AND COUNTLESS OTHERS. I’M JUST HAVING SOME FEELS OVER HERE ABOUT HER HEARTFELT, DOESN’T-EVEN-KNOW-ANYONE-ELSE-IS-WATCHING FEELINGS OF GRATITUDE THAT COMPELLED HER TO COME OUT HERE AND MAKE THIS SMALL BUT POWERFUL GESTURE. I’M JUST OUT HERE GETTING ALL PROFOUNDLY WORKED UP ABOUT STATUE MAINTENANCE AND THE HUMAN RACE. NEVER MIND. JUST IGNORE ME AND CARRY ON

holy shit. I was not even remotely prepared. you can’t just do that to me. you can’t just leave all these death flags on my lawn and then suddenly shift gears to show me the best of humanity in a chapter where I was expecting the worst. that fucks a person up lol

OH ARE WE STILL GOING

my heart. you see that, All Might. your legacy is so much more powerful and meaningful than you think

...has. has Stain actually been giving All Might a pep talk this entire time

I give up lol. this dude is a fucking enigma

YAYYY

it may just be a metaphor panel, but I’ll take it lol. I missed them. nice to see the traffic light trio front and off-center. I know the whole “this is the story of how we all became the greatest heroes” thing had left some questioning whether certain characters would continue to play a central role in the narrative, and hopefully this will help to ease those concerns just a bit

anyway, so idk if it’s getting a bit chilly down there in hell, but damned if Stain didn’t just give an actual decent fucking speech

I have to say, earlier when I was whining about All Might not having a support squad, I really was not expecting Stain to be the one to come over and pat his head and reassure him that he made the world a better place

-- okay LISTEN

YOU CAN’T JUST COME INTO MY HOUSE AND HIT ME WITH THOSE ALL MIGHT TEARS AGAIN GODDAMMIT THIS ISN’T FAIR. my god. first 317 and now this

holy fucking shit

“I’m just gonna pretend like I haven’t been stalking him for two days and didn’t see the entire Deku bentogate thing go down, and then I’ll give him the whole big speech that I rehearsed, and then I’ll turn around and be all ‘BUT IF YOU’RE A TRUE HERO’, and then I’ll toss him the super-secret AFO wifi password that I stole from Tartarus. god I’m such a badass. fucking give myself chills”

so basically what you’re telling me is that this whole time my “what’s up kids” characterization of Stain from this shitpost has actually been 100% accurate. just want to make sure I’m understanding this right. okay then

“and then I’ll dramatically spin around and be all NOW COME KILL ME BITCH”

it must be so much fun to write Stain. drawing this coked-out maniac who talks like a chatbot that was trained to speak by reading Alan Moore monologues. that must be a trip

anyway so All Might is still crying, the awesome lady from chapter 92 is admiring her handiwork totally oblivious to the batshit insanity going on fifty meters to her right, and it’s finally stopped raining lol

“THE RAIN WAS A METAPHOR YOU SEE” yes, yes, we got it lol. thanks for that Horikoshi. don’t think we needed any help putting the pieces together on that one but I appreciate the effort

so that’s the end! and as I mentioned in another post, I had the count off by one chapter, but next week should be cliffhanger week! so break out your U.A. Traitor bingo cards, friends and fiends. either that or something else happens that I’m completely not expecting at all. which, based on my success rate with Stain predictions, I’d say is more than likely lol

mmm but anyway, so now that the Hug Deku 2021 campaign has finally come to an end, what’s it gonna take to get a hug for my struggling bento-preparing jacket-rocking world-weary death-flag-waving husband who is the worthiest man to ever live and deserves the fucking world, goddammit

#bnha 326 #all might #yagi toshinori #stain (bnha) #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

[maboroshi-no]

Hamefura LN11 - Katarina’s post-confession talk with Geordo

Hello! 

This is not a scanlation, but as I was reading Volume 11 of the Hamefura light novel, I felt the need to translate the scenes where Katarina decides to give respectively Geordo and Keith some kind of reply in regards to their previous love confessions.

So first, Geordo’s ! Enjoy!

Context: 

Katarina had a talk with her father the previous day. He advised her to figure out her feelings sooner rather later, else she might realize one day she has already lost the one she loves.

Katarina and Maria had been summoned by the King who wanted to tell them about the succession struggle which occured when the previous king died, and how dark magic had been leaked then

Before meeting the king, Katarina had met a gorgeous blond young man at the shut-in uncle building, who told her she is a horrible person who toys with Geordo’s feelings. Katarina wonders if he might be the shut-in uncle.

After they meet the King, Geordo and Alan met up with Katarina and Maria. 

Geordo and Alan were worried Katarina and Maria might despise them after hearing about what their relatives did. They felt relieved when Katarina and Maria told them they don’t think of them differently

While they escort them to their carriage back, Geordo tells Katarina she has forgotten her bag (which contained the Dark Covenant), so the two of them returns to the parlor to retrieve it.

Katarina’s POV

Katarina: "Thank goodness my bag is here! Thank you for coming with me, Prince Geordo."

I said this after taking back my bag . Prince Geordo smiled, and

Geordo: "No, it's quite alright. I did it on purpose, so please think nothing of it."

he said. Huh? "He did it on purpose?" But what? Looking at my confused face, Geordo made a suggestive smile.

Geordo: "Actually, I realized when we left the room that you were not carrying your bag, but since I wanted to have some alone time with you, I pretended I didn't notice."

I can't believe it! What a schemer! I was taken aback and then Geordo continued. 

Geordo: "*chuckle*. I would also like to thank you once again for the words you said earlier. Since it was you, Katarina, I thought things would probably be alright even after you learn about the royal family's unsightly struggle, but hearing such gracious words really made me happy.

As he said this, his smiling face looked truly happy, which left me dumbfounded. Oh, so that's why! He just wanted to thank me once more! This is what I thought, but

Geordo: "Really, I fell in love with you all over again."

As he said this, he smoothly grabbed my back and stared directly into my eyes.

Katarina: "Eh?!!"

I involuntarily let out a weird yell but Geordo ignored my reaction and with his dazzling prince's smile,

Geordo: "My fiancée is the best! I want to hurry up and marry her!"

This is what he said. I could feel the temperature rising on my face at once. At the same time, what Father told me the other day popped into my head: "Supposing that in the future Prince Geordo really ends up being the one you love, if you keep delaying your marriage then he might break off the engagement in the meanwhile and marry another person. This is even more true since Prince Geordo has to uphold his position as a royal.", "You may lose the one you love while you are still figuring out your own feelings, so you should give it some serious thought so that it won't happen." I couldn't figure out my feelings... But I...

Katarina: "Umm, Prince Geordo, I..."

As I got flustered, I opened my mouth to say something and...

Geordo: "Are you scared?"

he said.

Katarina: "Huh?"

As I stared back at him in shock, his face didn't show his princely smile from earlier anymore, but an expression which looked somewhat painful.

Geordo: "Are you really scared when I approach you like this? I didn't notice it at first but since you shrivel more and more as I approach you, I started to think that maybe you are terrified of me. Am I wrong?"

I was lost for words as the "terrified" word stuck deeply into my heart. From my reaction,

Geordo: "Based on your reaction, I guess I was right. So you have been scared of me approaching you. I am sorry for not realizing it until now.

As he said this, he looked like he was about to cry. Looking at Geordo, this time it was the words of the young man I met earlier that crossed my mind.

Young man / Uncle Stuart?: "Even though he is begging for your love, you always ignore it, hurting him without even knowing it. You are the worst."

He is right. This can't go on like this. I readied myself and said:

Katarina: "Umm, no that's not it. Well, no, you are kinda not completely wrong... The thing is... I am not scared of you approaching me, I..."

For the first time, I expressed in words the feeling that I had buried deep inside my heart all this time.

Katarina: "I am scared of falling in love."

Geordo opened his eyes wide out of shock. Well, that's a given. Of course he would be shocked hearing such a puzzling answer. But this is the truth which has been inside me. At 8 years old, I regained the memories of my past life and soon after, I realized that I was inside an otome game and that I was the villainess in it. And also that my future was filled with doom flags. Katarina's doom was caused by her love for the prince. Seeing the prince she loved falling for another woman (the protagonist), she became jealous, engaged in cruel harassment and doomed herself. After realizing this, this is what I thought. Katarina's love led her to her doom. That's why Katarina must never fall in love. If she falls in love, she may become mad. And then this would be the end. Even while I was completely unaware of it, this feeling had always been deep inside my heart, and because I could not allow myself to be affected by love, I kept away from it. I, no, Katarina Claes can support the love of others, but she will never fall in love herself. She must not. This is how I had been doing, and then Geordo suddenly confessed to me. The prince I had been yearning for before I regained my memories confessed to me. But this feeling, "Katarina must not fall in love. She will be doomed if she falls in love.", had always been deep inside my heart and so I completely dismissed Geordo's feelings. That is why I unconsciously chased away from the corner of my mind the feelings that he had finally confessed to me. And then before I knew it, I forgot about it. I was scared of it. Falling in love, that is. And because of this, I made Geordo sad. It is just like that young man said. I am truly the worst. I must precisely tell him my feelings. I will not run away anymore. This was the first time I saw Geordo with a hurt expression like this, like he is about to cry. Looking at him I hardened my resolve. I picked the words to face the person who went to great trouble to confess his feelings to me.

Katarina: "I have always thought I might be doomed if I fall in love."

Geordo made a puzzled face, but still kept quiet and listened.

Katarina: "This is still true even now. I am scared of falling in love. That's why I couldn't face your feelings and ended up chasing them from the corner of my mind. I am really sorry."

Since I couldn't tell him about the otome game, the content of my explanation was filled with vague terms and I even thought "What is that supposed to mean?!". Even so,

 Geordo: "Thank you for telling me, Katarina. I feel relieved knowing you are not scared of me."

 he said, smiling at me gently, so I felt relieved.

 Geordo: "But the fact that you are scared of love is quite troublesome."

 He was right. "Katarina's love is a scary thing which is connected to her doom". While holding this feeling all this time, I didn't want to recognize this weak part of me and pretended I didn't see it. I did this unconsciously. That's why, even after Father asked me to seriously think about it, my fear took precedence and I delayed the task. But thanks to Geordo I have now fully realized it, so I want to change.

Katarina: "Until now, I had locked my fear in my heart and pretended I didn't see it. But I won't do this anymore. I will properly face my feelings... And then I'll do all I can so that I can face your feelings too, Prince Geordo.

As I said this, Geordo was beaming with happiness. As for me, whom he was looking at, I was now feeling embarrassed. I ended up feeling bashful and then I realized something. I declared I would properly face my own feelings, which is great and all, but then I remembered that right now, I had my doom in sight. The doom I am met with in the FL2 game. If I get doomed, I won't be able to face my feelings. Or more precisely, if things don't go well, I will just disappear from this world. Even at my best, I am the kind of person who can do only one thing at a time. Right now, I won't be able to face my fear of love upfront. 

Katarina: "Umm, Prince Geordo, even though I just said I would face my feelings, I am actually facing some serious trouble right now, and it is only after I overcome them that I will be able to seriously get down to it, so..."

Suddenly taking back my words after making him this happy made me feel terrible, but after I said this, Geordo smiled.

Geordo: "Oh, that's right, you seemed somewhat uneasy since you joined the Ministry of Magic. I don't mind. I have waited all this time already, so a little more won't make a difference. So please rely on me whenever you are in trouble, okay?" 

 Hearing him say this, I felt relieved and thanked him. He had noticed the anxiety I felt since I joined the Ministry, along with my inner feelings. I was shocked. He was a bit off regarding my deeply hidden fear of love that, myself, wasn't aware of, but he still guessed right. It seems like, more than I thought, Geordo has always been watching me. He has always been by my side since I met him at 8 years old. One way or another, he has always helped me whenever I was in trouble. Even if I am now aware that I have been connecting love to my doom, I am still scared of love and I still don't understand it really well. But looking back, Geordo definitely is someone very precious to me. That's why, even if it is embarrassing, I want to tell him my honest feelings. I mustered all the courage I could and then said:

Katarina: "Umm... I am scared of love and I still don't understand this feeling very well, but your confession made me happy. I was really happy that someone as wonderful as you would tell me he loved me."

Handsome, brilliant, kind, reliable. There is no way I would not be happy if such a dreamy man confessed to me. That's right. At that time, when Prince Geordo confessed his feelings to me, I was actually happy. But my fear of anything related to love was stronger, so I immediately locked this feeling deep inside my heart. After I somehow managed to tell him this after all this time, I got so flustered that I dashed out of the parlor, leaving Geordo behind just like that. I want to do something about both my fear of love and this strange bashfulness that I feel because of my lack of immunity to love. My face is burning hot. It must be bright red right now. I ran full speed because I felt so embarrassed, and when I joined up with Maria and Alan, they thought my face was red because I ran. I was glad they did. "Where did Geordo go?" Alan asked me with a quizzical look, "It seems like some business came up", I lied. Right now, I was so embarrassed I couldn't see their faces really well. Finally, Maria and I left the castle and returned to the Ministry of Magic. The feelings that were deep inside my heart that I realized after Geordo pointed them out. I remembered that there was one more person whom I had to convey these feelings to. But I wonder if I'll be able to do it properly. With all the embarrassment I got today, I got a fever so high I could be bedridden.

Geordo POV

I, Geordo Stuart, was summoned by my father the King, Owen Stuart. He informed me that he would tell my fiancée, Katarina Claes, and the Wielder of Light, Maria Campbell, about the royals' unsightly succession struggle which took place in this castle before I was old enough to understand, how dark magic was used and leaked then, and how he would apologize to them as a royal from that time. It wasn't long ago since I heard, got shocked and felt ashamed as a royal about the details of how dark magic was leaked. Hearing this, I also felt terrible in regards to Katarina. I have admiration for my father as a king, I respect his attitude showing resolute fairness, and as a prince, I thought that what he is doing this time too is wonderful. But as simply "Geordo Stuart", my feelings over this were complicated. This is because, upon learning about the errors and the shame of the royals who are also my relatives, I thought Katarina would maybe hold me in contempt or give me a look full of mixed feelings. I had talked a little before to Katarina about the previous king and how there had been deaths occurring during the struggle. At that time too, I was afraid she would hold me in contempt, but with her straightforward eyes, Katarina told me: "You and the previous king are different people. Even knowing about the previous king doesn't change how you are in my eyes". I was so happy then. So things should probably be fine this time too. This is what I hoped. But would she really say the same thing even after hearing about these unsightly killings among relatives? If it were me, I am not sure I would be able to look at the relatives of the people who caused this struggle without holding it against them. As I thought this, my face naturally turned stiff. The time felt horribly long while the King was talking to them. And then, finally, I heard the King leaving. Right after, I and my younger brother Alan who, like me, had been waiting in the room, headed towards the room where Katarina and Maria were. I felt tense just knocking on the door. It was the first time that I felt like this. After hearing familiar voices from the inside of the room, I opened the door. When I entered the room, Katarina and Maria had their faces close, talking about something. They didn't seem to have realized right away that it was us when we entered, so when they saw our faces,

Katarina: "Prince Geordo! Prince Alan!"

Katarina shouted with a surprised face. I told the two of them with my usual smile the words that I had prepared. And then I did what I had to as a royal: I apologized to them for dark magic being leaked as a result of the unsightly struggle of my relatives. I couldn't allow this to end with only the King apologizing. My younger twin Alan also felt the same way. As both Alan and I lowered our heads, a dignified voice replied to us.

Katarina: "I accept your apology."

All while thinking it was extremely improper in such a situation to feel charmed by Katarina's resolute look, Alan and I both expressed our gratitude. And then, as "Geordo Stuart", I asked her a question I personally needed her to answer. 

Geordo: "And so, what do you think of us?"

Alan added to my words.

Alan: "You heard the story, right? That was some horrible stuff. Do you despise us now?"

Silence fell for a moment in the room. I couldn't see Katarina's face.

Katarina: "I already said this before when you told me about your grandfather, but the two of you and the royals who took part in this struggle are different people to begin with. My opinion of the two of you cannot possibly change after hearing this story. Besides, I know each of your personalities very well." 

Her answer was the same as back then. In her eyes that were looking straight at us, I couldn't see any falsehood, nor the contempt I was so worried about. Ah, Katarina really was the woman I imagined.

Maria: "I share the same opinion as Lady Katarina. Hearing this story didn't change my opinion of the two of you."

Maria, who was next to Katarina, also said this, which made me feel relieved once again. We thanked the two of them and told them their carriage back was ready. I escorted Katarina back for the first time in a while, and during that time I noticed she had forgotten the bag she was carrying. At first, I thought of telling her and picking it up myself, but then I reconsidered after this came to mind. If things went well, I could have a chance to be alone with Katarina. And then, things did go well, and my plan to be alone with Katarina succeeded. 

Katarina: "Thank goodness my bag is here! Thank you for coming with me, Prince Geordo."

Katarina picked up her bag, and as she innocently looked back at me, I smiled and

Geordo: "No, it's quite alright. I did it on purpose, so please think nothing of it."

As I said this, she looked extremely shocked. Katarina is so pure, she could have never expected this.

Geordo: "Actually, I realized when we left the room that you were not carrying your bag, but since I wanted to have some alone time with you, I pretended I didn't notice."

As I said this, smiling, Katarina froze up with her mouth agape. This face too was cute.

Geordo: "*chuckle*. I would also like to thank you once again for the words you said earlier. Since it was you, Katarina, I thought things would probably be alright even after you learn about the royal family's unsightly struggle, but hearing such gracious words really made me happy.

After I said this, Katarina's mouth was now closed and she seemed lost in thoughts. She was probably thinking I wanted to be alone with her only because I wanted to apologize. It would be troublesome if she thought that, so I continued with this.

Geordo: "Really, I fell in love with you all over again."

As I said this, I grabbed her back and stared directly into her aqua blue eyes.

Geordo: "My fiancée is the best! I want to hurry up and marry her!"

In front of me, Katarina was now bright red. It seems like I could properly convey my intentions, so I felt relieved. However,

Katarina: "Umm, Prince Geordo, I..."

I sensed "that sign" from the now flustered Katarina, which made me sad. And then I finally asked her about the thing that I had been worried about.

Geordo: "Are you scared?"

As I asked this, Katarina yelled "Huh?!" with a shocked face. 

Geordo: "Are you really scared when I approach you like this? I didn't notice it at first, but since you shrivel more and more as I approach you, I started to think that maybe you are terrified of me. Am I wrong?"

Since I confessed my feelings to her, Katarina would often stiffen up whenever I approached her. I was happy at first since I thought it meant she was now conscious of me, but lately I have the feeling that this stiffening withering condition is a manifestation of her fear. I couldn't accept a reality where the person I love the most in the world would be scared of me, so I always pretended I didn't notice it. And today I realized this was wrong. Even after hearing about this horrible story about my relatives, Katarina didn't look at me differently and wholeheartedly accepted it, like it was natural. So I want to properly accept her feelings too. Even if doing so would be oh, so painful to me. So I finally confronted her about what I have been averting my eyes from. I'll ask her myself and get hurt. And then, looking at Katarina who was lost for words, I knew my guess wasn't off, and I felt like my heart was torn to pieces. While I thought I might shamefully end up in tears, 

Geordo: "Based on your reaction, I guess I was right. So you have been scared of me approaching you. I am sorry for not realizing it until now.

As I said this, Katarina looked like she realized something and then said this.

Katarina: "Umm, no that's not it. Well, no, you are not completely wrong... The thing is... I am not scared of you approaching me, I..."

Katarina thought a little and...

Katarina: "I am scared of falling in love."

This is what she said. I was extremely shocked by this completely unexpected answer. She is afraid of falling in love? To begin with, I have never seen Katarina being scared. She has always been cheerful and bright, and acted like there wasn't anything she was afraid of. Besides, she reads romance novels and has been enjoying them. As a result, given she is dense whenever it comes to love, I just thought she was a late bloomer like her adopted younger brother. But it seems like it wasn't all there was to it. Katarina continued with a resolute face.

Katarina: "I have always thought I might be doomed if I fall in love."

"She will be doomed if she falls in love"? What kind of thinking process could result in such a conclusion? This is just so strange. However, since Katarina is making such a serious face, I kept silent and waited for the rest of the explanation. 

Katarina: "This is still true even now. I am scared of falling in love. That's why I couldn't face your feelings and ended up chasing them from the corner of my mind. I am really sorry."

As she said this, Katarina lowered her head. Honestly, I couldn't help wondering how she could reach such a conclusion, and there were also many points which bothered me, but even so, I felt deeply relieved.

 Geordo: "Thank you for telling me, Katarina. I feel relieved knowing you are not scared of me."

I felt something akin to despair when I thought she might be scared of me, but just knowing this was not the case greatly saved me. Still,

 Geordo: "But the fact that you are scared of love is quite troublesome."

 I am glad Katarina is not terrified of me, but I can't bring myself to approach her if she is scared of love like this. Katarina is really precious to me, so I don't want to scare her needlessly. As I tried to think of ways around this, Katarina said

Katarina: "Until now, I had locked my fear in my heart and pretended I didn't see it. But I won't do this anymore. I will properly face my feelings... And then I'll do all I can so that I can face your feelings too, Prince Geordo.

These were truly joyful words. A wide smile naturally formed on my face. My unrequited love started at childhood and lasted for so long, even though the one I love is my fiancée. I kept trying to convey my feelings, but they didn't reach her, and when I finally thought they did, she would just forget them. These had been such long days. She has finally said she would face my feelings and consider them. I have never been this happy in my life. I felt like I had finally been rewarded a little for keeping with this unrequited love. As I thought this, feeling deeply moved,  Katarina shyly said this:

Katarina: "Umm, Prince Geordo, even though I just said I would face my feelings, I am actually facing some serious trouble right now, and it is only after I overcome them that I will be able to seriously get down to it, so..."

Hearing these words, I remembered how Katarina seemed different after joining the Ministry of Magic. She seemed uneasy about something. I observed the same thing when we entered the Magic Academy. I noticed a long time ago that Katarina had some kind of secret she wouldn't talk to us about. Since she wouldn't talk about it, I pretended I didn't notice and just made sure she could feel at ease and that I could always help her if something happened. This time, I was glad that she talked about it for the first time. 

Geordo: "Oh, that's right, you seemed somewhat uneasy since you joined the Ministry of Magic. I don't mind. I have waited all this time already, so a little more won't make a difference. So please rely on me whenever you are in trouble, okay?" 

As I said this, smiling, Katarina looked relieved and thanked me. I have waited all this time already. A little more really won't make a difference. I was really happy I could hear about Katarina's real thoughts. As I felt a warm and fuzzy feeling in my chest, Katarina made a somewhat grim face. I wanted to ask her what was wrong, but Katarina was faster.

Katarina: "Umm... I am scared of love and I still don't understand this feeling very well, but your confession made me happy. I was really happy that someone as wonderful as you would tell me he loved me."

Katarina said this, her face bright red, and then she ran and left the parlor, her face still red. I was left all alone... I remained here, unable to move. Katarina's words kept repeating in my head over and over again. My confession of love and my approaches made her stiffen up. There were days when I thought that this late blooming girl didn't really enjoy my approaches and that she may even find them bothersome. I realized that for her, my confession was "exciting, but not really something she was happy about". But then she said: "I was really happy that someone as wonderful as you would tell me he loved me.". As I muttered to myself that I needed to confirm that the words from earlier were not a figment of my imagination, my body suddenly became hot. Right now, my face must probably be so red there could be steam coming out of it. I have always loved her. This special girl who changed my gray world. This fact never changed even while growing up, and being with her, I steadily felt so many emotions I didn't know before. Today, I realized for the first time that being overcome with extreme happiness would render me unable to move.

#hamefura #bakarina #my next life as a villainess: all routes leads to doom #katarina claes #geordo stuart

[translations-by-aiimee]

The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chapter 25

Original Title:  二哈和他的白猫师尊

Genres: Drama, Romance, Tragedy, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

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Chapter 25 - This Venerable One Hates Him So Much!

Chu Wanning couldn't force a "go away" to leave his throat. There was a long sombre pause before he changed his answer to: "Come in."

"Huh? Your door isn't locked?" They had been giving each other the silent treatment all day. But now, Mo Ran had the intention of reconciling with him, so he pushed open the door as he spoke like nothing had ever happened. Chu Wanning, on the other hand, sat expressionlessly at the table. He raised his eyes and glanced at him faintly.

In all fairness, Mo Ran was incredibly beautiful, and the whole room seemed to brighten as soon as he walked in the door. He was indeed very young. His skin was tight and seemed to exude a faint glow. The corners of his mouth were naturally slightly curled, and he seemed to be smiling even when he wasn't showing any emotion.

Chu Wanning didn't move his eyes off of Mo Ran. His slender eyelashes drooped and raised his hand to pinch out the incense burning on the table. He coldly asked:

"What are you doing here?"

"I came. . . to check your injury." Mo Ran awkwardly coughed. His eyes fell on Chu Wanning's shoulder and he froze. "You dressed it already?"

Chu Wanning faintly said: "Yes."

Mo Ran didn't know what to say: ". . ."

He really hated Chu Wanning, and he was furious that Chu Wanning had hurt Shi Mei. But, after calming down, Mo Ran wasn't completely without a conscience. Yeah, he hated him, but he didn't forget that Chu Wanning's shoulder was injured.

In the claustrophobic coffin, Chu Wanning had tightly guarded him in his arms, blocking the Master of Ceremonies Ghost's claws with his own body. His body had trembled in pain but he didn't let go. . .

To Chu Wanning, Mo Ran was disgusting.

But in addition to disgust, some very complicated emotions were always mixed in with it for some reason.

He was a rude person. He didn't read books when he was a child. Although he obtained some literary knowledge later, he still couldn't grasp many concepts easily when it came to many delicate things, especially when it came to feelings.

For example, when it came to Chu Wanning, Mo Ran rubbed his head and pondered. The back of his head was going to go bald, but he still couldn't figure out what this feeling was.

He can only identify certain kinds of feelings: love, hate, detest, happiness and unhappiness.

If all these emotions were mixed together, the wise and powerful cultivation emperor would get crossed-eyed and really dizzy.

He didn't understand. He couldn't understand. He didn't know. Help, my head hurts.

So Mo Ran didn't bother to dwell on it. Besides, he didn't have time to focus on any details other than Shi Mei.

He didn't hold good feelings for Chu Wanning in his heart, and while secretly plotting when he might have an opportunity in the future, he would make him pay with double the ferocity. On the other hand, he felt guilty. After an internal battle with himself, he finally knocked on Chu Wanning's door.

He didn't want to owe Chu Wanning.

But Chu Wanning was more stubborn and ruthless than he thought.

Mo Ran stared at the pile of blood-stained cotton gauze on the table, the bowl of hot water stained red with blood, and the sharp knife that was thrown haphazardly thrown aside. The tip of the knife was still coated with flesh and blood. His head was spinning.

How did he manage to heal himself?

Had he really cut off the festering flesh without so much as blinking? Just imagining it sent a chill down his spine. Was this guy even human?

He thought about when he had cleaned up Shi Mei's wound. Shi Mei had groaned softly in pain with tears in the corners of his eyes. Even though Mo Ran didn’t like Chu Wanning, he couldn’t help but silently give him credit——

Elder Yuheng was truly a domineering and righteous man, no arguments there.

After standing in place for a while, Mo Ran was the first to break the silence. He coughed, tapping his toes against the floor, and awkwardly said: "What happened in the Chen house. . . Shizun, I'm sorry."

Chu Wanning didn't say anything.

Mo Ran stole a glance at him: "I shouldn't have yelled at you."

Chu Wanning still ignored him. His face was still. As always, he had no reaction, but that didn't mean he wasn't aggravated and just not saying anything.

Mo Ran walked over. When he got closer, he saw the mess of bandages on Chu Wanning's shoulder. The cotton gauze was tied in several different ways. It looked like a group of crabs that were stuck together.

". . ."

Also, for a person who doesn't know how to wash his own clothes, can he really be trusted to treat himself?

Mo Ran sighed: "Shizun, don't be angry."

"Do I look angry?" Chu Wanning angrily responded.

Mo Ran: ". ."

After a long pause.

"Shizun, that's not how you wrap a bandage. . ."

He retorted unceremoniously: "You want you to teach me?"

Mo Ran: ". . ."

He raised his hand. He wanted to help Chu Wanning untie the gauze and wrap it again, but he was observant and felt that if he dared to touch him, he might end up with a lashing, so he hesitated.

He raised his hand then lowered it, and then raised it again, repeating the action several times. Chu Wanning was getting annoyed. He squinted at him: "What are you doing? Do you still want to fight me?"

". . ." He really wanted to fight him, but now wasn't a good time.

Mo Ran smiled sheepishly. Throwing caution to the wind, he suddenly reached over and grabbed his shoulders, dimples appearing at the corners of his mouth: "Shizun, let me help you re-bandage it."

Chu Wanning wanted to refuse, but Mo Ran's warm fingers had already wrapped around the bandage. His mouth felt dry and stiff. He couldn't speak, so his lips moved slightly but nothing came out.

The gauze was peeled off layer by layer. Blood had soaked through it, and when it was all torn back, the five holes were piercingly obvious and hideous.

Just looking at it, he shuddered. It was many times more serious than the would on Shi Mei's face.

Mo Ran didn't know what he was looking at. He was stunned, then suddenly asked softly: "Does it hurt?"

Chu Wanning lowered his long and slender eyelashes, and simply said lightly: "It's fine."

Mo Ran said: "I'll be gentle."

Chu Wanning didn't know what he was thinking, and suddenly his ear flushed a little red. As a result, he got angry with himself again. He thought he was going crazy. All day he had been thinking up such nonsensical thoughts. His expression grew stiff. His temper worsened, and he said dryly, "It's up to you."

The candlelight in the guest room flickered. In the dim light, he could see that he had completely missed some spots with the ointment. Mo Ran was honestly speechless. He thought it was a miracle that Chu Wanning was still alive and healthy today.

"Shizun."

"Hmm?"

"What happened to you today at the Chen house? Why did you suddenly lash out and hit someone?" He asked while applying some ointment.

Chu Wanning was silent for a while, then replied: "I was angry."

Mo Ran asked: "Why were you so angry?"

Chu Wanning didn't want to trouble his disciple, so he told Mo Ran a brief and concise version of Luo Xianxian's story. After Mo Ran listened to the story, he shook his head: "You're stupid. In this kind of situation, even if you're angry, you shouldn't confront them about it to their face. If it were me, I would've made a mess of things and lie to them that the ghost had been removed, and then pat their asses and leave, letting them fend for themselves. Just look at you making a scene over such a rotten man. You knew you probably wouldn't get through to him, and then you missed and wounded Shi Mei--"

Halfway through the sentence, Mo Ran abruptly stopped. He stared silently at Chu Wanning.

He tied the bandage carefully. He was a little forgetful and he was talking to Chu Wanning like he had when he was 32, pretty cheekily.

Chu Wanning obviously noticed. He squinted his eyes, looking coldly at Mo Ran. That look resembled a very familiar phrase - "See if I don't whip you to death."

"Uh. . ."

Before his brain had thought up a response, Chu Wanning has already begun speaking.

He said indifferently: "Is Shi Mingjing the one I wanted to fight?"

When Shi Mei was mentioned, Mo Ran's originally calm mental state started to shift and his tone hardened: "Isn't he the person you hit?"

Chu Wanning did regret hitting him, but he couldn't admit it. At this moment, his face was sullen and he didn't say a word.

Chu Wanning was the stubborn type. Mo Ran was the lovesick type. Their eyes meet and sparks crackled. The atmosphere that had just eased a little became hopelessly stagnant again.

Mo Ran said: "Shi Mei didn't do anything wrong. Shizun, you hurt him by accident. Don't you want to say that you're sorry?"

Chu Wanning narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Are you questioning me?"

". . . I'm not." Mo Ran paused. "I just feel bad that he got hurt but never got an apology from Shizun."

Under the candlelight, the handsome and youthful teenager finished wrapping the last bandage on Chu Wanning's wound and carefully tied a knot. It may have looked like the scene was quite warm, but the mood between them had changed. Especially Chu Wanning; his chest felt like a jar of vinegar had exploded in it. The feeling of sourness was overwhelming and he felt angry and annoyed.

Apologize?

How do you even spell that word? Who'll teach him how to write?

Mo Ran said: "It'll take half a year for the wound on his face to heal. When I gave him some medicine just now, he still told me not to blame you. Shizun, he doesn't blame you, but do you think that justifies what you did?"

This sentence was tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.

Chu Wanning had been enduring it but he finally couldn't hold it back. He suppressed his voice and muttered: "Get out."

Mo Ran: ". . ."

Chu Wanning exploded: "Get out!"

Mo Ran was forced out and the door slammed shut in his face, almost clamping his fingers. Mo Ran was furious. Just look at this! What kind of person was this? All this just to avoid apologizing? Such cherished and treasured pride. What was so difficult about saying sorry? All he needs to do is move his mouth. This Venerable One was the Emperor TaXian, yet this Venerable One didn't hesitate to apologize to others. As for the Beidou Immortal, half of his words were inexplicable, as if he had swallowed them. What a ridiculous temper!

No wonder no one cared about such a handsome face!

It was a waste of time. He deserved to stay single for the rest of his life!

Since Chu Wanning would rather ignore him and give him a closed-door to talk to, then of course the high and mighty cultivation emperor, the emperor of the human world, wouldn't lose any sleep over this. Although he was tenacious and as hard to get rid of as a piece of sticky candy, he stuck to Shi Mei, not his shizun.

He immediately left without a care and went to join Shi Mei.

"Why are you back so soon?" Shi Mei was in the midst of lying down to rest when he saw Mo Yan come in. He froze and sat up, long strands of ink hair hanging all over the place. "How's Shizun?"

"Very good. His temper is as strong as usual."

Shi Mei: ". . ."

Mo Ran brought over a chair and sat on it backwards. His hand rested on the back of the Taishi chair, a lazy smile hanging on the corner of his mouth. His gaze flicked across the appearance of Shi Mei's soft and long hair.

Shi Mei said: "Why don't I go and see him. . ."

"Don't think too much about it." Mo Ran rolled his eyes. "He's terrible."

"Did you make him angry again?"

"He needs someone to provoke him? He makes himself angry. I think he's made of wood considering he's so flammable."

Shi Mei shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Mo Ran said: "Get some rest. I'll borrow the kitchen downstairs and make you some food."

Shi Mei said: "What's the fuss? You haven't closed your eyes all night. Aren't you going to sleep?"

"Haha, I am in good spirits." Mo Ran laughed. "But if you can't bear me leaving, I can stay with you for a while until you fall asleep."

Shi Mei hurriedly waved his hand and said warmly: "No, if you have to look at me like this, I won't be able to sleep either. You should go to bed early. Don't exhaust yourself."

The curvature in the corners of his mouth stiffened slightly. Mo Ran was a little sad.

Although Shi Mei treated him kindly, he always maintained such a distant attitude. It was the attitude of someone who was obviously close at hand, but as the moon in the mirror and the flower in the water, he could be seen but not obtained.

". . . Okay." In the end, he just tried to cheer up and laughed. Mo Ran's smile was very bright. When he wasn't completely evil, he was actually pretty silly and cute. "Call me if you need anything. I'm either right next door or downstairs."

"Okay."

Mo Ran raised his hand, wanting to touch his hair, but he held back. He spun his hand around in the air and scratched his head.

"I'm leaving."

Outside of the room, Mo Ran couldn't help but sneeze.

He sniffed.

Because Caidie Town produced incense, the price of all the different kinds of incense wasn't as expensive, so the inn wasn't stingy with it. Each room was lit with a long branch of special incense; one can ward off evil spirits, another can dehumidify, the last one can give the room a nice fragrance.

But as soon as Mo Ran smelled the incense, it made him uncomfortable. But if Shi Mei liked it, he would endure it.

Coming downstairs, Mo Yan wandered over to the innkeeper, slipped him a silver ingot. He squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Innkeeper, do me a favour."

The innkeeper looked at the silver ingot and smiled more politely at Mo Ran: "What is this immortal gentleman's request?"

Mo Ran said: "I see that not many people come here to eat breakfast. I wanted to discuss that with you. I want to use the kitchen this morning. Please let the other guests know."

How much money would breakfast make him? It would probably be impossible to earn a silver ingot in half a month. The innkeeper immediately smiled and agreed, leading the swaggering Mo Weiyu into the kitchen of the inn.

"You want to cook by yourself? It's better to let the chef in our inn do it. He's very talented."

"No need." Mo Ran smiled. "Have you heard of the Jade Wine Building in Xiangtan?"

"Ah. . . Is that the famous music performance building that started getting popular more than a year ago?"

Mo Ran: "Yeah."

The boss took a peek outside and confirmed that his wife was busy and couldn't overhear. He snickered and said, "Who hasn't heard of it? It's the most famous restaurant on the Xiangjiang River. It used to have a lead musician there. It’s a pity it's so far away, otherwise, I'd want to listen to her play a song."

Mo Ran laughed: "Thank you for the compliment. I'll pass it onto her."

"Pass it on?" The innkeeper was puzzled. "Do you know her?"

Mo Ran said: "More than just know."

"Wow. . .You don't say? But you cultivators can be. . . well. . ."

Mo Ran interrupted him with a smile: "Other than the lead musician, do you know anything else?"

"Hmm. . . Their food was said to be a must."

The corners of Mo Ran's mouth curled higher and he smiled brighter. He skillfully picked up the kitchen knife and said: "Before I took up cultivation, I was a cook in the kitchen in the Jade Wine Building for several years. You said that your chefs make delicious dishes. Whose is better, theirs or mine?"

The innkeeper was even more shocked, and stammered out: "You're really. . . really. . ."

He couldn't get the words out.

Mo Ran gazed at him with narrowed eyes. His smile was barely holding back his smug and cocky demeanour: "You can leave. This chef is going to cook something."

The innkeeper didn’t know that he was talking to the former Lord of Darkness, and he put on a cheeky expression: “I've heard a lot about Jade Wine House's exquisite desserts. I wonder if you would let me have a bite once they're ready?"

He didn't think this was too high of a request. Mo Ran would definitely agree.

Who would've expected Mo Ran to squint his eyes and say with a smirk: "You want some?"

"Hmph!"

"Really?" Mo Ran snorted. He was bursting with pride. He scoffed: "You think I would cook for just anyone? This Venerable One is doing this just for Shi Mei. If not for him, I wouldn't even be lighting a fire to cook. . ."

He flipped a radish over and started to slice it, muttering.

". . ." The innkeeper slumped defeatedly. He rubbed his hands and stood there awkwardly. He halfheartedly chuckled at him then left.

He was also muttering to himself.

This Venerable One? For someone this young, his spiritual core hasn't even fully formed yet. He thought about his chatter and how he was probably referring to his elder sister disciple, but there was no female cultivator among the group who walked with him today.

The innkeeper rolled his eyes.

This person must be deluded.

Mo Ran stayed busy in the kitchen for several hours. It was almost noon when the work was finished, and he rushed upstairs to wake Shi Mei up.

When passing by Chu Wanning's room, he slowly came to a stop.

Should he ask if he wanted to eat together. . .

Thinking of Chu Wanning's harsh temperament, Mo Ran's heart skipped a beat, his face full of contempt.

No, no, no. He only had a few portions. There wasn't enough to share with him!

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