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catindabag · 4 months

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TBOSAS on CRACK short take (58)

Io: Besties, listen up!

Coryo: We’re all ears, Jasper.

Io: Let’s join Ravinstill’s Annual Three-legged Race Competition this upcoming Saturday!😀

Felix: Why would you want us to join my granduncle’s competition, Io? Are we that desperate for pocket change?

Io: It will be fun!

Felix: No.

Io: Pretty please?🥺

Coryo: Felix, is the prize money even worth it?

Felix: Honestly, not really. I mean, at least you get 10 bucks and a gallon of beer for participating.

Coryo: And if you win?

Felix: 100 bucks and a box of expensive chips.

Coryo: Sign me up.

Hilarius: Me too!

Dennis: I do love money-

Clemensia: But seriously, Jasper, what’s the real reason why you want us to join Ravinstill’s Annual Three-legged Race Competition?

Io: Because our class fund is dead.

Urban: When you say dead, you mean-

Io: We have zero class fund money.

Urban: Like zero-

Io: Zero.

Felix: Zero?! How could our class fund be f*ckin’ zero?!

Coryo: Felix, who’s our Class Treasurer again?

Felix: Iphigenia Moss.

Coryo: Well, that explains it.😑

Festus: I don’t get it. What’s wrong with Nia being the Class Treasurer?

Urban: Everything.

Festus: I’m still too dumb to understand.

Clemensia: *sighs* Creed, I thought you knew?

Coryo: And I thought everyone knew.

Festus: Knew what?

Clemensia: That Nia is simply bad at handling money.

Androcles: True. She was even banned from managing her own weekly allowance by her parents last year.

Festus: So who the heck voted her to be the Class Treasurer?!

Sejanus: Palmyra, Andie, Urban, Florus, and Hilarius.

Urban: Plinth, I told you not to snitch on me!

Sejanus: That’s what you get for locking me inside Dean Highbottom’s broom closet without my Coryo, Canville!

Urban: I already said that I was sorry!

Sejanus: I specifically told you to make sure that my Coryo was there with me!

Urban: Fine! I’ll make sure to lock both of you inside the broom closet next time!

Coryo: Next time? What next time?!

Sejanus: Nothing, my love.😘

Felix: Hilari, you disappoint me.

Hilarius: It was supposed to be a funny joke, Class Pres!

Felix: Really?😒

Hilarius: Anderson and Florus peer pressured me to do it!😭

Androcles: To be fair, we never expected her to actually win the election-

Florus: But here we are.

Palmyra: And I just voted for Nia because I can.🥰

Domitia: Ugh. Typical and crazy as ever, Monty.

Palmyra: Thank you, Bestie!

Domitia: That wasn’t a compliment-

Livia: Where’s Nia anyway?

Florus: She’s currently hiding from the Dean and his Peacekeepers.

Coryo: What did Moss do now?

Florus: She stole Highbottom’s beloved goldfish again.

Coryo: For experiment?

Florus: For charity.

Dennis: Nice!

Io: So about that three-legged race competition. Does anyone else want to join?

Felix: *sighs* Sign me up too, Jasper.😞

Hilarius: Yo, we should totally invite our Tributes to join us!

Festus: Great idea, Hilari! Coral and I will totally win that sweet sweet prize money now!

Coryo: Heck, no! Lucy Gray and I will win that money!

Felix: You’re all wrong! Dill and I will be the perfect team to win that race!

Hilarius: Too bad, Ravinstill. I’ll just princess carry Wovey to victory!

Clemensia: Suck it, losers! Reaper and I will-

Florus: How should we even convince our Tributes to sign up with us for Ravinstill’s stupid competition?!

Sejanus: That’s so easy, Flory. My Ma’s cooking will be enough to convince them-

Florus: Even Marcus?😒

Sejanus:. . .

Florus: That’s what I thought, Plinth.

Sejanus: Coryo, my love, I’m sad!😭

Coryo: *sighs* Come here, Sej.

Sejanus: Hug?🥺

Coryo: Sure.

Sejanus: Yey! *tackles Coryo*

Arachne: Yo, I’m going out.

Vipsania: Me too.

Florus: Same.

Felix: Why? We’re not even finish-

Florus: Idiot Plinth and Snowy are starting to shamelessly kiss and make out in front of us again.

Hilarius: *takes out his very own “Snowjanus” camera* Don’t mind if I do-

Felix: Hilari, give me that camera.

Hilarius: *hisses like a cat and runs away*

Felix: Give me that f*ckin’ camera, Heavensbee! *chases Hilarius*

Hilarius: Never!! *runs in circles*

Clemensia: Ugh. My mother was right. I should’ve just chosen that homeschooling option instead.

Urban: But you didn’t.

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heretherebedork · 7 months

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I really am wondering where Guy and Nawa are going because, frankly, all we've seen of them has been anger and sports. No development, nothing deeper, especially for Nawa.

We've definitely seen more of Guy and his anger at the rich classmates he has to compete with on an unfair playing field. We know that he's mad because his chances of success at his dream are nonexistent because he doesn't have the funds or resources behind him.

But what do we know about Nawa? He's friends with Kang and he's got a temper but was quick enough to shrug once Kang said it was over and now he's obviously softening towards his former enemy.

But why was he so angry? Is he just a Kang follower who gave up that anger when Kang did? He only tried out for the team because of Kang and still got on (did Kang's father also pay for him? Did his parents pay someone?)

I honestly wanted Guy to still punch him. I wanted that anger to still be there. I wanted to see Guy punch him and watch Nawa realize, after the punch, that he underestimated Guy but also for Guy to find that punching Nawa didn't actually do anything for his anger.

I get why they didn't. I see why the enemy part of their lives is over (though it still feels... flat... to me.)

That bathroom scene felt like it was an almost-queer moment in a show that should be giving us a bit more with them by episode 9. Even for a secondary couple! Even for crumbs.

I miss Guy's anger. He was so genuinely angry at the world in the way only a teenager who's already facing the death of his dreams can be and it was so real and Nawa represented part of his dream's death and I wanted that anger to be more fully realized, to really be felt.

But now they're on the same team and so the fight is off forever and Guy's anger has gone to the levels of just... a normal kid and I dunno. I don't know how I feel about it because I feel like I hoped for more.

I wanted that fight. I wanted Guy to get to use his fist and his anger and to learn that using it means nothing. I wanted Nawa to have the same realization Kang did about the way money affects everything he does.

Kang and Sailom are a beautiful story about love over class lines because they both know what they're fighting and why, they're both keenly aware of what's at stake and what the other person is risking as well. They know and they don't shy away from that knowledge.

But with Guy and Nawa there's nothing about it even though Guy is the epitome of someone who has earned his own anger through sweat and tears and work while Nawa just got the same thing by sheer happenstance (and maybe money, we don't know.)

This is very rambly and is mostly just me lamenting that what could have been an interesting contrast in Nawa and Guy to Sailom and Kang but didn't really turn out to be because neither of them got enough development.

#dangerous romance #thai bl #thai drama #bl drama #thaibl #asianlgbtqdramas #asian lgbtq dramas #thai series #thai bl series #thai bl drama #bl series #gmmtv series #meta about the things i dream in shows and never get

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attic-club-sandwich · 1 year

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To Ascend Again

Summary: After falling from the Celestial Realm, the seven brothers must rely on each other emotionally to cope with the loss of their sister, Lilith. Meanwhile, they are also trying to adjust to their new forms and heal both the physical and emotional wounds caused by the Celestial War. Their bonds become stronger than ever since the fall, and they learn to rise again from the calamity that befell them.

Genre: Angst/Hurt

CW: Blood, Mammon swearing, very minor violence

A/N: This is the first chapter released since Nightbringer came out! 🎉 I honestly was holding out for NB's release to get a feel for the story so I could figure out exactly how I wanted the future chapters to go. Now I know the situation of RAD in NB, but I had already mentioned it before i prior chapters so to keep it consistent, we're just going with it lol I'll try my best from here on out to include some stuff from the game, so i'll be sure to include if there's potential spoilers. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy!! I also apologize in advance for what i'm about to do to Satan 😬

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Chapter 8: The Fall of Satan

The brothers stared as Diavolo placed a rather large catalog in front of them on the dining room table. “Uh, what’s this?” Mammon asked, tilting his head. “This here is a book of all of our Uniform options at my Academy!” The demon prince boasted. Lucifer pulled the catalog closer to himself to get a better look. “So, we can choose whatever we’d like?” he asked. Barbatos nodded from his place at the end of the table. “Yes, that’s correct. Most demons go for a standard, traditional uniform. But you can customize any of the pieces such as the style and color of the ties.” The brothers all crowded around Lucifer as they looked at the wide variety of uniform styles that Diavolo offered.

“Feel free to browse for the rest of the day. As soon as you decide we’ll get them ordered and you will be able to start attending the Academy.” Lucifer hummed as he glanced up at Diavolo, clasping his hands together in front of him. “And how exactly will we be paying for this?” Diavolo chuckled. “You needn’t worry, the Academy takes care of the costs for all of the student uniforms.” Barbatos nodded in agreement. “That is correct. However I must mention that you now have a household fund that the Demon King has set up in honor of your rankings.” Lucifer gaped at him as Mammon’s head shot up, abandoning the catalog. “Did ya just say ‘household fund’? Like, we have actual money?” Lucifer nudged him harshly, noticing the golden hue that began to shine in his younger brother’s eyes. “Mammon, that’s enough.” he hissed in warning. The white haired demon ignored him, his mind clearly clouded by greed. Diavolo tossed his head back in laughter as he slipped Lucifer a small rectangular piece of plastic. “Now calm down, Mammon. This credit card here is exclusively for household spending. You should have plenty in there to buy some more clothes to start out as well as ingredients to stock the kitchen.” Mammon huffed, crossing his arms to his chest. “Fine, I really do need new shirts. My wings keep rippin’ holes through ‘em.” “Me too, I’m so tired of it.” Asmo whined, resting his chin in his hand. Lucifer ignored them as he held up the small card. It was black with gold lettering that spelled out his name as well as a series of numbers. “When you go to buy something here in the Devildom, you can either use the physical form of currency as you had before, or simply hand over this card. It’ll automatically take out the funds from your account.” Lucifer glanced from the card back to Diavolo. “Is it really that simple?” he asked. Diavolo nodded. “Indeed. Almost too simple. Now, be sure to keep that away from Mammon.” he chuckled, nudging his shoulder.

Once Barbatos finished explaining the uniforms, Diavolo plopped a big box down on the table, catching everyone’s attention. “Now, these are another important thing that will assist you greatly here in the Devildom.” One by one, he brought out a small, rectangular looking device and set them on the hardwood surface. “These are called D.D.Ds, which stands for ‘Diavolo’s Devildom Device’. They are manufactured by a well known company here in the Devildom called the Three-Legged Crow Conglomerate.” Levi reached for one and touched the screen, causing it to light up. “Woah, no way! These are kind of like human world cell phones!” he said, his voice rising with excitement as he unlocked the screen. Belphie shuffled his way through his older brothers to stand next to Leviathan, his violet eyes sparkling with interest. He watched as Levi tapped his way through the different apps on the home screen. “I’ve heard of cell phones. Li-” the youngest demon paused, his face falling almost immediately. “Um, I mean I just used to hear the other angels talking about them, is all.” Diavolo smiled sadly at the youngest brother as he handed the rest of the D.D.Ds out. Lucifer glanced over at Belphie, who was now staring at the ground. He knew that Lilith had a fascination with items from the Human world, Lilith was always telling them about her new discoveries. Diavolo’s voice brought him back from his thoughts and he noticed he was now holding one of the devices. “Belphegor is right. They do work very similarly to human world devices. These will allow you to stay in contact with each other when you’re away, and you can also browse the many applications that come with it.” Lucifer gently held the D.D.D. in his hand as he stared down at it. “So how do we use it?” he asked, quizzically. Barbatos cleared his throat, holding up his own device in his gloved hand. “Allow me to show you.” For the next several minutes, the butler assisted with showing the brothers how to send messages, calls, and also access the variety of apps that were installed already. “There's one more thing. If you happen to need any aid with your D.D.D, it comes with its very own virtual assistant.” The brothers watched curiously as he pressed a button on the side of the device. All of a sudden, a giant hologram of a crow appeared before them. “Greetings, I am Karasu.” Barbatos smiled as he watched the brothers gasp in surprise. “This is Karasu, he serves as a helpful assistant whenever you need help with your D.D.D. Simply just say the words, ‘Hey Karasu’, or press this button here.” he said, pointing to the small button he had pressed just a few moments earlier. Lucifer stared wide eyed at the crow as it sat floating in the middle of their dining room. “This is…. Amazing.” he muttered. Levi nodded in agreement. “Yeah, way beyond technology the human world has.”

As the brothers continued to browse through their D.D.Ds, Diavolo and Barbatos saw it as an opportunity to excuse themselves. “Please, let us know when you have decided on the uniforms. We’ll have them sent to the House of Lamentation and then we’ll discuss the details of the Academy. We’d like you to start attending as soon as possible.” Lucifer nodded as he led the two demons back to the entryway of the house. “Thank you for your help. Words cannot express how much I am grateful to the generosity you have shown me and my brothers.” he said, dipping his head. Diavolo smiled as he reached out to place a large hand on his shoulder. “There’s no need to thank me, Lucifer. You shall repay me soon, but for now, I’d like you to focus on settling in.” He winked before turning around and heading out the door with Barbatos following closely behind. Lucifer sighed as the large door creaked shut. He really didn’t know what he meant by ‘repaying’ him, but he decided Diavolo was right. That was a problem for the future. Now he just had to focus on not only taking care of his brothers, but a whole house.

The rest of the evening was quiet. After a very chaotic afternoon deciding with his brothers over what to order from Akuzon, Lucifer found himself in his room, scrolling through his D.D.D. and enjoying peace and quiet. They had been instructed by Diavolo to leave the house as little as possible, as the Devildom was quite shaken up from the word of their fall. However, they needed food and clothes desperately, so they took up trying out the Akuzon app on their D.D.Ds. They were successfully able to order what they needed to be delivered within just a few hours. He had finally got his brothers to settle down and gather their things from the order to head to their rooms for the night. As he was browsing through a Devildom news app, his phone suddenly emitted a high pitched ding and he flinched, almost dropping it. He saw a message pop up from Diavolo.

Good evening, Lucifer. Are you settling in okay? Lucifer sat up, rubbing his forehead. He really didn’t understand why the Demon Prince of all people was messaging him at such an hour. Was that normal? Sighing, Lucifer tapped on the message and began to type out a reply.

Yes, thank you Diavolo.

We’ve picked out uniforms, I’ll send the order your way.

….

…

Very good!

Now Lucifer.

I mean no offense by this but…do you know how to do that?

Lucifer stared wide-eyed at Diavolo’s message. On second thought, how did he go about doing that?

Um.

No. My apologies, Diavolo.

It’s quite alright. How about we meet tomorrow at my Castle? Come by whenever you are ready for the day.

Have a good night, Lucifer.

Lucifer blinked. Was he…laughing at him? Is that what that picture meant? The eldest demon sighed, setting his D.D.D down on the bed. The demon prince truly was a mystery to him. He still couldn’t understand how one of the most powerful demons in the Devildom could show this much compassion and kindness towards him and his brothers. Lucifer groaned, sliding underneath his covers and pulling them to his chest. He hated to admit it, but the generosity that Diavolo was showing to them was cracking the surface of his already fragile state of pride. He knew he didn’t deserve it. It was his fault they were all here anyways. His fault that Lilith was gone. But he couldn’t bring himself to tell his brothers the truth about their sister’s fate. He was failing them, and he could only sit here keeping secrets. He allowed his eyes to flutter shut, deciding to try and get some sleep since he would need to be at Diavolo’s early on the next day. However, flashes of Lilith’s bright smile filled his mind and kept him awake. She used to be the light in their lives. She always took care of them, cheered them up when they were upset. She was always smiling, and it made him smile. Lucifer could just barely remember the days when he didn’t constantly frown. Then one day, in the blink of an eye, her happy disposition was ruined by the corrupt laws of the Celestial Realm. Lucifer’s eyes shot open once more. Since when did he think of their laws as corrupt? He never thought of them that way before. He was always more than happy to uphold the commandments of The Celestial Realm. Obviously Lilith’s actions were forbidden by Celestial Realm law, so he should have had no opposition to their ruling. Lucifer rubbed his eyes. Just another sign of the pitiful creature I've become. Lucifer felt tears beginning to stream from the corners of his eyes, leaking onto the satin material of his pillowcase. There he was, crying again. He’s been doing a lot of that lately now that he didn’t have to share a space with Mammon and Leviathan. He wouldn’t dare to allow a single tear to slip in front of his brothers. He stuffed a fist to his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut, allowing himself to give in. An audible sob broke the silence in his room as his shoulders shook, unable to control the involuntary shudders wracking through his body. He wasn’t sure how long he cried for, but he began to feel his eyelids growing heavier and heavier. Lucifer sniffed as he wiped the tears away with the sleeve of his shirt. His head was becoming fuzzy, but it was almost…pleasant? Relaxing? He wasn’t sure exactly what the word for it was, but he sighed softly as he closed his eyes once more, allowing himself to give in and slip into a deep, much needed slumber.

When Lucifer awoke the next morning, his head was surprisingly clear. He didn’t feel groggy like he normally did when he fell asleep with a tear stained face. Almost like…magic, he thought as he remembered the hazy feeling that overcame him last night. He snorted at the thought. Who in the hell would be working their magic on me? I simply exhausted myself once more. Shaking his head, he swung his feet over the side of the bed and stretched. He decided he should begin to get ready for the day, as he needed to go meet with Diavolo to get their RAD uniforms settled. He made his way to the bathroom and glanced in the mirror. He noticed he had shifted into his demon form at some point, his two large black horns curling from the sides of his head. His raven black hair was messy, sticking up in various places around his horns. He sighed as he pulled his shirt over his head and turned around. He was trying to get a glance at his back in the large mirror where the 6 wounds resulting from his terrifying fit of wrath stared back at him. He hated being in this form lately since his wings were beginning to grow back. It was unbearably itchy and sore, but the warm water from the shower helped soothe them for a short period of time. He practically groaned when he stepped under the warmth of the shower, enjoying the feeling of the hot water hitting his bare skin.

After he was finished showering and dressed, Lucifer headed downstairs to the kitchen. He was surprised to see that the Twins were already there, getting breakfast ready for them all. “Good morning, Lucifer.” Beel said, flipping a couple of the biggest pancakes Lucifer has ever seen. “Good morning, you two. Thank you for getting breakfast ready.” he said, glancing at Belphegor. The youngest demon nodded. “Yeah, we settled on pancakes since we’re still getting a taste for Devildom food. Hope that’s okay.” he paused, then gave Lucifer a small smirk. “How did you sleep?” he asked. Lucifer blinked, confused at his expression. “...Very well, thank you. And you?” Belphie giggled softly. “Of course I slept well. I’m the Avatar of Sloth, remember?” Lucifer crossed his arms, beginning to piece together the situation. “Belphie…did you use your powers on me last night?” The 7th Born winked at him, his long, cow-like tail swishing excitedly behind him. “It’s possible. I was coming to talk to you about something but…I heard…” he trailed off, his tail suddenly stopping its movements and lowering to the ground. Lucifer smiled, reaching out a hand to ruffle Belphie’s hair. “I appreciate it.” he murmured softly. Belphie’s cheeks flushed, clearly flustered by Lucifer’s compliment. He turned to Beel, nuzzling his face into his arm. “O-Of course…but you don’t have to treat me like a child…” he muttered. Beel glanced away from the pancakes he was making and down at the top of his brother's head, obviously confused. Lucifer only laughed, “Come by my room this evening and we’ll talk. I have to meet with Diavolo today about our RAD uniforms, so I'll be out for a while.” The young demon nodded, still pressed into his twin’s side. “Wait, you’re leaving us alone? With Satan?” a voice sounded from the doorway. Lucifer turned around to see Levi, looking horrified. “It’s going to be fine, Levi. I’ll only be gone for a few hours.” Levi groaned, spinning back around and running straight into Asmo. “Ow, Levi! Watch where you’re going! You almost made me drop my D.D.D.” the 5th born whined, clutching the phone to his chest. “Oh shut up Asmo, Lucifer is leaving us to babysit the little ball of rage that is Satan.” “What?! You demon! You evil creature! You can’t do this to us!” he shrieked. Lucifer rubbed his temples in agitation. “Will you stop screaming? Listen, I have to go discuss this at Diavolo’s castle. I can’t keep having him come here all the time.” A chorus of groans filled the kitchen, all except for Beel who was shoving a pancake into his mouth. “Hey, Beel, save some for the rest of us.” Belphie sighed.

Breakfast was thankfully uneventful. Satan didn’t come down from his room, so Lucifer took it as an opportunity to discuss the fact that he’d be leaving them alone for the first time since their fall. Of course, Mammon wasn’t happy to hear the news either. “What are we supposed to do if he flies off the handle again, eh?” Lucifer sighed. “Here’s hoping you all can stay calm for long enough that it doesn’t happen.” Mammon groaned. “Fine, but you better hurry up.” They all finished their breakfast, saving a plate for Satan to eat when he eventually came down from his room. Lucifer pulled on a large, wool jacket over his shoulders that he had gotten from last night’s Akuzon order. “I’ll be back soon. Please behave yourselves.” he said. The brothers nodded, shooting each other worried glances. Satan was in his room for the time being, but with his wrath being so unpredictable, they were all feeling incredibly anxious. “If you need anything, just call me. I’ll get back as soon as I can.” The brothers nodded as they watched Lucifer head out the door, leaving them alone in the giant house.

About an hour went by after Lucifer’s departure, and the brothers found themselves hanging out in the living room together. “Did you guys see this app? It’s called Devilgram.” Asmo said, excitedly scrolling through his D.D.D.. “I’ve been scrolling through for hours! I’ve already made my first post! You guys need to follow me right now.” Mammon hummed, pulling up the app. “Can ya make money from it?” he asked, curiously. Asmo rolled his eyes. “Not everything is about money, Mammon.” Levi finally broke his silence from his spot on the couch next to Mammon. “I just downloaded this game, look.” he said, turning his phone for them all to see. “It’s called Ruri-Tunes! Isn’t the character so cute?” Mammon scrunched his face up, “Cute? Eh, I dunno about that.” Levi rolled his eyes, pulling his phone back to his chest. “Fine, you don’t get to be graced by her cuteness if you can’t appreciate it.” Mammon scoffed, a small smirk forming on his face. “Weirdo, who thinks a cartoon girl is cute?” Levi was about to retort when a voice interrupted. “Shouldn’t we text Satan and tell him food is down here for him?” Beel wondered out loud. “Awe Beel, you’re always so worried about food.” Asmo cooed, “But we probably should…I guess…” he sighed. “I’ll do it. I’ll start a group chat with us all.” Levi said, bringing up his messages. Group Chat: House of Lamentation (7)

Hey Satan, we have breakfast down here for you if you’re hungry.

Yeah, we noticed you didn’t come down so we wanted to save ya some before Beel inhaled it all.

….

They all watched as the tiny dots appeared and disappeared again. “...Is that him typing?” Belphie asked, glancing up from his phone.

And you guys didn’t come get me?

You’re always leaving me out of things. That’s fine.

I don’t belong here anyways.

….

Seriously, I can't stand being around you all.

The brothers all jumped as they heard a door from upstairs slam shut. “Oh shit.” Mammon muttered, listening to the footsteps come down the stairs and echo down the hallway. “He’s coming down.” The 2nd Born got to his feet, standing protectively in front of his brothers with his wings spread out wide. They watched as the small form of Satan finally entered the living room, his green eyes glowing with uncontained wrath. “Satan, hey, just calm down for a sec! I’m sorry we didn’t come get you, we thought you were asleep!” Levi jumped up next. “Y-Yeah t-that’s all! W-We didn’t want to wake you is all!” Satan only glared at them, “Shut up! You guys don’t even care! You think I don’t hear what you’re saying?!” he shrieked, his tail lashing back and forth. “Satan, knock it off right now, ya damn brat!” Mammon growled, baring his fangs. “Mammon, that's definitely not guaranteed to calm him down.” Beel said, slowly rising from the couch. “I’m leaving, you all can fuck off!” Satan yelled, making a break for the entryway of the house. “Oh no ya don’t, you out of all of us can’t leave!” Mammon said, grabbing the smaller boy’s arm. Satan spun around, letting out an inhuman-like growl as he sunk his fangs into Mammon’s forearm. “Fuck!” Mammon hissed, letting go and grasping his arm. “Someone call Lucifer! Now!” he yelled back at his brothers, who were looking horrified as they saw blood dripping onto the hardwood floor of the living room. Asmo shrieked and jumped up to head to the other room to call the eldest demon. Satan once again made a sprint for the front door, but was stopped by Beel who grabbed him from behind, squeezing him to his chest. Satan wailed, attempting to wiggle free from the Avatar of Gluttony’s grasp, but it was no use. He was strong, and Satan’s small frame was not nearly powerful enough to break free from Beel’s strength. His tail, however, lashed against Beel’s legs, back and arms, causing the red haired demon to stumble. “Guys, I can’t hold him for much longer.” Beel hissed through his teeth. Suddenly, a burst of magic filled the room, and the brothers all looked up to see Barbatos entering through a portal out of thin air followed by Diavolo and Lucifer. “Beelzebub, drop him.” Barbatos said, sternly. Beel obeyed and released his grasp on the wrath filled demon. Satan dropped to the ground, gasping as he attempted to get to his feet once more. The next thing he knew, he had no feeling in his limbs and he fell forward, his head hitting against the tile of the entryway. “I've immobilized him. It should last until we get him contained.” Diavolo said. His normally cheerful voice has been replaced with an uncharacteristically serious tone. Lucifer made his way over, rolling his little brother’s small body over with his foot. Satan’s eyes lit up once more at the sight of the eldest demon, his lip curling in disgust. Lucifer frowned, noticing how his face was stained crimson from what he guessed to be Mammon’s blood.

“Satan, what have you done?”

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mommalosthermind · 2 months

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There’s a special kind of grief, for me, that I can’t really distill enough for other people to understand.

There’s something about the mythical promises of the ‘90s, and the reality of what we actually inherited, that’s just… How do you explain that? How do you explain the raw exhaustion, the dissonance between “You can be anything,” and then having to look at my kids. My kids, who are not told they can be anything. My kids, who are told instead, “find your joy and fight for it.” My kids, who aren’t told, “the world will open up for you,” because it won’t. They’re told, “Be kind, but be fierce.”

We were not well off when I was a kid. We lived all over the place, none of them nice, and I’d go literal days without seeing the supposed adult in the house because she worked three jobs. But I was told, over and over and o v e r: it’ll get better.

Go to college. You’ll make bank. You’ll never have to worry again. Just make it to adulthood, and everything will be perfect. The world will open up before you. You can do anything.

Except I went to college. I did all the right things. We’re still not doing okay—just better than when I was a kid. And honestly, thats mostly because my parental figure was a fucking teenager who didn’t even go to high school, and definitely didn’t realize how badly she was getting raked over the coals, and Still Is Bad With Money. Also still thinks unions are the reason she got fired from the one good job she had, without realizing that a union would have protected her.

We’re doing all the right things.

My partner’s got like five degrees. He works two jobs, because the national guard is the only reason he managed to get those degrees. He’s had a retirement fund going since he was fourteen years old— last year we got a notice saying the fund LOST SEVEN GRAND, because *the company* didn’t make enough for the year. We shouldn’t be worrying about retirement. We’re in out 30s. I don’t know that we’ll get to retire.

You can do anything! You can grow up and be whatever you want! Pick something you love because you’ll do it every single day!

And now I have to look at my kids and go: you have to find that fine line. You have to survive. You have to find something that doesn’t actively make you want to die when you wake up but will still let you fucking eat. You’ll have to fight every day. You’ll have to find your people. You’ll have to root your happiness like a dandelion in the cracks of the sidewalk and it’s going to be the hardest thing you’ll ever do.

We did everything we were told we should do, and the world is worse every time I look up.

I can’t tell my kids ‘you can do anything you want.’

I have to tell them, “don’t let the world kill you.” I have to tell them, “Find your joy and hold onto it no matter how much the world tries to break you for it.”

There’s that quote I can’t remember right, something about I studied war so my child can study art. Well. I studied education so my kids can learn. I studied, and the world regressed, and now I’m fighting so you can sleep better than I do at night.

I don’t know, man.

We talk about it sometimes, my partner and I. How if we’d known, if we’d fucking known, we wouldn’t have even had kids, because they deserve better. They didn’t ask for this. They shouldn’t have to deal with it. But 14-15 years ago, the world seemed like it was maybe going places. Like we might make that progress. Like if we could just hold on for a little while longer, things would hit that magic Better we’d been promised.

Or maybe I just didn’t know better, and I thought I’d already lived through the worst of it.

“Try not to think about it too much,” the so-called anxiety specialist recommends during our once a month meet-ups. “You’ve got happy kids, that’s all that matters. You can’t do anything about the rest of the world.”

And like. She’s right. I can’t. I CAN’T. And that’s the crux of it, I think. I suffered, and they should not fucking have to. I clawed up my way up, and they should not have to. I’m terrified, and they should not fucking know what that’s like. Cramming in some yoga or meditation or focusing on learning new skills isn’t going to un-fuck the world I’m in. But I’m angry about it.

Because I DO have happy kids, and I know that’s a fucking privilege. But holy fuck, I’d like them to have the ability to be happy adults.

I’m tired. And I’m so fucking full of grief I don’t know where to put because it never ends.

#momma talks #anyway. vote blue. because it’s. it’s literally all I can do to try and make tomorrow less shitty.#thinks i got a little too caught up in today: a ramble

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avatar216 · 1 year

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Rant: Labour By Paris Paloma

This might get me hate, but I’m not sure. So, I was listening to Labour by Paris Paloma and it just honestly rubbed me the wrong way. I think it’s because the video that shows a woman who is clearly upper-middle class in a historical setting where she would of most likely have had a few servants and even some slaves to take care of everything shown in the video is complaining. It feels disingenuous to me because all I can think is that the servants below stairs should be saying this to both of them. Like I said I doubt she or he gets the water or fixes the gables. Even if she wasn’t married she would still have to do menial labor. Life ain’t free. Also, why not leave and if possible get a divorce? I get that’s what she's planning on doing, but why not sooner. Also, if they possibly already have a son, is she going to leave him behind with the husband who appears to be a drunkard as well as an abusive bastard?

I also think there is important context missing for the man because there is a huge difference between say working as a farmer/farm-hand or a gentleman farmer vs working in a trade like mining or millinery. I can definitely understand a guy coming home from something like that bone-deep tired and not wanting to do anything. Made worse if he came back from war and has trauma. A lot of men in England could not vote historically as well as women because they didn’t own enough or any land. Voting rights were dependent on land holdings. A day laborer could no more vote than his wife.

Most women were more focused on surviving and living to care about how they were treated. We honestly have to understand that they would really not have known any different. Homemaking was the norm and to deviate meant you were a spinster and thus a burden on your relatives. A single woman would have to rely on the charity of family and friends, if they did not marry and have their own household. Marriage provided women with freedom and security they wouldn’t have otherwise. They could of course work as a maid, farm-hand, or tutor/governess, but those would not have necessarily paid well. I don’t even want to know why this needs to be said, but it does none the less. Women did not work alone to do all these things regardless of having servants. Women would work together to complete tasks like cooking and looming, which could and would bring in income as well. Child rearing was a community thing. Grandparents, Aunties, Uncles, and older siblings would help look after the younger ones. Just look at William the conquerer and his wife Matilda, who had nine children.

The video would make more sense if set in the post-war years of the late ‘40s/early ‘50s where the white picket fence dream was more of a thing and where your stereotypical housewife would be found since this type of wife is in fact a recent phenomenon because most couples would both bring in an income either through a dowry or funds made in the above mentioned ways. However, war rationing was still happening during these years in Britain. It lasted fourteen years in total. Also, the dream is an American one, so it’s kinda weird a Brit would want it. Marriage was not about love historically. It was more of a contract between families for economic and social status reasons. Often neither party got a say in it. It makes me wonder why the woman/women are not blaming their parents instead. In fact, England made it hard for people under 21 to just elope, so they would run away to Gretna Green. If this woman did run away with this man because she thought he would save her and so she could seemingly just kickup her feet and do nothing but instead he treats her like Cinderella, well that’s somewhat her fault. It kind of reminds me of my sister who has a man-child for a boyfriend who doesn’t do shit but yet begs her for money and makes her do everything, but it’s still her fault she’s in that relationship, but not that she gets treated like that.

Why does it seem that people forget effective contraceptives are very recent things? So yes, a woman having sex historically would most likely get pregnant. A man pulling out is only about 80% effective. Condoms did exist but they didn’t really work well.

I honestly don’t get why people are using this song for famous women who were badasses or cruel like Katherine of Aragon or Queen Bloody Mary Tudor. No one cares about lesser known badass women like Yolande of Aragon, who acted as regent of Provence during the minority of her son. She played a crucial role in the struggles between France and England as well. She helped fund Jeanne D’Arc {Joan of Arc}. Some of these women over shadowed their husbands like Catherine de’ Medici, wife of Henry II of France. I’m sorry this was so fucking long, but I had to get this out. Cross posting on Minds.com.

#labour by paris paloma #critical #rant #women in history

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boytickler35 · 7 months

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Outer Banks Tickle Show

JJ watches the young man squirm, laughing his ass off. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Pope’s mouth hanging open, eyes fixed on the screen, and he isn’t paying hard attention to whatever John B is saying. They look like they’re made out of wood, sanded down, and the padding looks like some kind of insulation but it probably isn’t what it actually is, some kind of foam for sure whatever it is. Towels will probably work well enough anyway. The lock is a basic padlock as far as he can tell, and John B can scrounge up something to work with. After that it’s a matter of the tech equipment, a camera, computer to stream it-

“JJ.”

“Hmm?”

“Can you do it?”

“Probably. I’d need two weeks probably. Max.”

Pope chimes in. “I don’t like this idea.”

“Don't be a chicken. This is the easiest money we’ll ever make.”

“No it isn’t! And why does it have to be JJ and me?”

John B gives a shit eating grin and replies, “Cause it’s my idea.”

He ignores their bickering and focuses on the video again. It should be doable. Get some wood, borrow a saw from the impound, a sander too. Making the frame will be easy and then he can… yea it should all work out.

“Give me two and a half weeks. I’m not getting the computer or camera, and you two are figuring out how to get people to watch. We can film at the Chateau next Tuesday. I’ve got to go get things and start. See you later.”

OBX OBX OBX OBX OBX OBX OBX OBX

JJ sets the last padding in while Pope fiddles with the camera, and John B sits on the computer announcing, “People are coming into the lobby.”

Testing the padding against his wrist and says. “I’m done.”

Pope groans. “If I say I’m not, can we give up?”

“Not a chance, I want that money.”

“C’mon Pope, I’ll be here the whole time.” John B says it with a smirk and JJ rolls his eyes.

“Are you trying to comfort him or make this harder?”

Pope opens his mouth when JJ gets in front of him.

“Listen. You want to walk, you walk, but then you don’t get a cut. If you stay, think of it as adding to your college fund. I don’t care either way, but you have as long as it takes John B to get me in to make up your mind.”

He moves back over to his masterpiece: a pair of double stocks. Honestly if Pope backs out, JJ’s going to be pissed he went through the trouble of making it a double but he’s been Pope’s friend long enough to know that the threat of exclusion will almost always get the desired result. Sure enough, as John B finishes settling the padding around JJ’s ankles, Pope is slipping his ankles into the other set of holes, grumbling but still doing it.

John B straps him in without saying anything, returns to start the camera, and then moves to sit next to the stocks where he isn’t in the shot and can see the computer screen. He’s impressed; the image isn’t as good as the video they watched but it isn't bad. He can see his and Pope’s feet front and center, and the rest of their bodies a little further back. On a tray under their feet are various tools. He was sent to pick a few up with Pope who of course freaked out the whole time.

The stream lobby is already filling up, fifteen viewers with pockets ready to pay them to get tickled… or do the tickling in John B’s case at least. Considering that it’s only been open for a minute, fifteen isn’t that bad; he guesses their advertising campaign worked well. Well, if you can call him and Pope modeling their feet for John B to take photos of and post their sizes with a shitty feather graphic advertising. Still, it got a ton of comments and promises to be there and it seems at least some of those were open.

“Alright,” John B announces to the camera, his voice relatable and cheerful for the watchers, “we’re going to get started in just a few minutes, let’s just go over the rules. For a donation of five dollars, you get fingers on whichever pair you want for three minutes. For ten, you can make that six minutes or use a tool for three. For fifteen, you can do a tool for six minutes. If you just want to let us know you’re liking all this, say it with a dollar.”

The chat is already exploding with comments, no money yet, which is a bummer, but the interest is there. His toes curl and flex absently as he reads people wanting to see his feet tickled. There are some weirdos in the chat for sure. Next to him, Pope looks terrified.

“The donations are open, tell us what you want to see.”

JJ watches as a message pops up, five dollars for him. John B reads it, sets a timer, and starts in. He has no problem tossing his head back and laughing as dull nails scrape up and down his soles. He’s glad he’s high right now or else he’d probably hate it more, but there was no way he was going into this sober. If this all works out, he’ll be rolling in dough. John B doesn’t have much technique anyway despite knowing that his friend watched videos on it. Basically he’s just scraping his nails up and down JJ’s soles and he’s ticklish enough that it works.

It isn’t a bad three minutes, actually it feels pretty short but it’s also only the first round and when John B lets up, he’s able to read chat which is calling him cute, and talking about how great his laugh is which feels pretty nice. They’re also talking about how cute his feet are, but he supposes they’re allowed to be weird since he’s making money off of them. Another dono pops up, ten for a brush on Pope’s feet.

He watches, and laughs, as Pope’s toes curl all the way up and he tries to back away, but JJ made the stocks escape-proof. John B grabs the brush even though Pope lets out a series of warnings for him not to come any closer. At first contact, Pope is howling.

JJ can’t really turn to watch it live, but he can watch the playback on the computer and watch the comments section. They’re meaner to Pope and call him a bitch but several comment that he also has a nice laugh and one says that chocolate soles are better looking.

It seems the time is even shorter when Pope is getting tickled because the timer goes off so quickly.

There’s a bit of a back and forth, donos. It’s not bad. Mostly he thinks the haze of weed helps, at the very least it’s probably giving him an edge over Pope who freaks out with every touch.

Things get amped up when a ten dollar donation comes in with no request for tickling, but instead oil on both sets of feet. Pope starts protesting and saying that isn’t in the options but John B doesn’t pay any attention as he picks up the bottle of baby oil and douses JJ’s first foot. The rubbing feels pretty nice honestly but he’s busy reading the chat and not paying too much attention except when John B hits a sensitive spot.

Chat’s going crazy though. Apparently they like when he flaps his feet, which is one of the only movements he has in stocks. He decides to do it once John B finishes oiling up his soles and moves on to Pope, who protests. His efforts are rewarded by several dollar donos, and more comments about how cute he and his feet are. Personally, he thinks they look weird all shiny but if it gets them more cash, he’s not above doing it.

When John B moves, he can see both his soles and Pope’s in the feedback from the stream, both now shiny and dripping with oil. Apparently, chat finds it hot, and lets them know. JJ wiggles his toes as he reads off the list of donos to John B that they got during the oil application.

“They’re all for you?” John B asks, confused.

He shrugs and replies with a smirk, “That’s what I get for showing off the goods I guess.”

It drives chat even more nuts even though Pope rolls his eyes. The other boy seems happy to be left out of the current tickling.

John B sets about using the variety of tools and techniques on his feet and, simply put, it tickles like hell. He bursts out as brushes on his heels turn to paintbrushes between his toes, fingers scratching his arches. The tickling continues for quite a while longer before John B breaks off. He’s panting, but he figures out why he gets a break when Pope breaks out with panicked laughter.

With the attention shifted off of him, JJ is able to go back to reading chat. They’re making fun of him and Pope but whatever, the shit they say has nothing compared to what he’s been called at home and honestly, it’s plain funny.

When the tickling comes back to him, it’s pipe cleaners between his toes -- which is a bitch -- but listening to Pope deal with it next is fun, so whatever.

Just when he thinks chat can’t get any weirder, a dono pops up, twenty dollars. The dono message is straightforward but JJ has to read it three times. It promises to double that amount if John B licks Pope’s feet.

When John B reads it, Pope protests right away.

“No. Not happening. That’s gross and weird.”

“It’s my tongue!”

JJ frowns and says, “Suck it up, that’s a ton of money!”

“Gross!” Both reply in unison.

“He showered before this. C’mon on, that's a huge dono to just waste!”

“It isn’t your foot!”

“Or your tongue!”

“It is my wallet. Make with the licking.”

Finally, John B does the sensible thing and lets his greed get the better of him and he turns back towards Pope’s feet, in the preview of the stream, JJ watches Pope’s toes curl and then hears the sharp burst of laughter as tongue makes contact. When John B’s head moves away, JJ can see the shiny trail of saliva on Pope’s foot as both look disgusted but a forty dollar dono arrives as promised.

In all, the stream lasts an hour and by the end of it, JJ’s soles are bright red from the tickling and his voice is hoarse but fuck did they make a lot of money. He’s pocketing a hundred and fifteen dollars and that isn’t bad. John B ends the stream and lets them out. Pope complains but he won’t when he puts the money into his college fund, and after that JJ might be able to convince him to get stocked again next week. He could get used to making bank like this!

#ticklestory #ticklishfeet #ticklefic #ticklishboys #tickle content #tickle thoughts #sfw tickling community #ticklecontent #ticklecommunity #tickle fic #tickles

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yunwooz · 11 months

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Sorry I just saw that post, I now scrolled and saw where was all coming from! About Eden I understand you, I actually said in my post between parenthesis that it still was obviously bad so we actually thought the same😅

And for the rest I didn't say that was the only reason, that's why I said "to say one", as in just an example of other things. Also, I don't think they are mistreating them nor not doing things like the examples you put on purpose (not saying you are), but instead it all comes from a reason: not having time and also bc of planning it for another moment on purpose for marketing reasons like release this thing in another key moment bc it will have more good response(but I wouldn't agree either, I would like them to have freedom without thinking if what's the best moment to do whatever). Which is the root they need to change and put of their part. I get that the guys themselves are workaholics and love their job and also said like Mingi once that even if they don't like it they are freelance so their type of job requires them to work a lot but they still should put boundaries...I don't think there is malicious intent and I can't generalize the company either. Idk, I think is a bigger problem than that from Korea in general (tho can name more countries), of the toxic hussle culture, praising effort and passion to the point of not sleeping much and working a lot..Like, you can see this everywhere including the guys so it's hard to change a whole system and specially in such a competitive world that forces both KQ and the guys to work that much and having to put even more effort bc of being a smaller company, they truly can't afford to stop. But! They still should say no to some things and find other ways bc that's not going to be sustainable long term, everyone involved including the staff that the guys said they even worked even more than them is going to burn out so bad sooner or later🫠

But I'm assuming they will eventually manage that? I mean they will be forced to do it bc.. But also they may thought that once they reach the level of Fame they want they will be able to stop more but that's not going to happen bc they will have to maintain the fame and all that, bts Is the best example. So idk, I hope they find a way seriously😮‍💨

i honestly and truly think that kq are simply terrible at managing ateez well and properly, so yeah i don't think they're intentionally robbing certain members of opportunities but rather they don't manage ateez's time well enough or take enough care to cater to each member's interests and talents well enough either. there most definitely is that toxic hussle culture you mention prevalent all throughout kpop and this mindset of having to move fast and quick as though there's a timer counting down on them and their time as a group. however, i think kq must realize sooner rather than later that with the way they're currently pushing ateez, it's not feasible for them to be able to continue long term solely on account of burnout, mental fatigue, or physical fatigue. i'm not saying they should stop completely but rather slow down for a time. they've got plenty of money. the tours have made them a huge amount of money. ateez pretty much singlehandedly pulled kq out of debt and funded a great deal of other projects kq is doing too, not speaking from a point of bias but from what market reports have shown in recent years. i think they're got enough money to slow down on world tours, festivals, and things like kcon appearances as well.

i also really believe that kq is wildly understaffed still to this day bc they want to maintain the 'family-like' mentality of the company. kq could really make good use of a social media manager, a bigger team of stylists, and certainly more higher-ups who specialize and understand business really well. and i feel like they should have already managed that by this point in time... especially since they debuted a new boy group? like i would hope that they would have had this all sorted and figured out prior to starting a new project like that bc now it affects not only just ateez but also the new group and everyone who manages and works with that new group too. and frankly from the way ateez discuss their trajectory and their fame, i don't see them finding a happy place to be content at in terms of fame. each time they achieve something, they adjust their goals and keep pushing for something bigger and higher than before, which is likely a product of them coming from a company outside the big4 and also just their work ethic in general but i don't see them slowing down any time soon which is another layer of concern for how the company is working them right now

#luna.answers

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another-dra-anew · 1 year

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poor little mae mae im sure it won't be too difficult!

Maeda, narrating - Maybe I should just think of some universal gifts…

Maeda - …Could get her a scarf, which I’ve never seen her wear, or a hat, which I’ve never seen her wear.

Maeda - Really, how many lovely ideas I have.

~*~

Kurokawa - What are we doing to wrap up the day today?

Tsurugi - I didn’t bother coming up with anything…

Tsurugi - I figured now would be a good time to talk about our plans for break, while we’re all together.

Tsurugi - Then, maybe we can plan some stuff to do as a class around everyone’s schedule?

Maki - Past the other thing you already planned for us to do against our will?

Tsurugi - …Another day, another forcing people to hang out!

Tsurugi - Yayyy the illusion of choice, yayyy…

Uehara - Tsurugi-

Tsurugi - Yayyyyy mandatory group time, yayyyyyy!!!

Uehara - …Okay, Tsu.

Uehara - I’m not really sure what I’m doing day of, but I agreed to give a sermon on the 24th.

Uehara - I can already feel the throat pain…

Uehara - I’ll be around campus though!

Inori, doubting Uehara - …”Agreed” to a sermon.

Uehara - Tsurugi, can you do the thing again.

Tsurugi - I love having choice and being in control of the things I do.

Tsurugi - Hopes Peak is such a great place to be for self-discovery!

Uehara - That sums it up, Tsu gets it.

Inori - Tsurugi is part of the problem.

Tsurugi - I am no government-funded entity!

Tsurugi - …I’m making Juu pay for the gifts I’m getting, and he works for the government, so there’s that…

Tsurugi - But I think I’m allowed to take money from his pockets!

Tsurugi - I deserve it.

Tomori - When you say you’re making him pay, and taking money from his pockets,

Tomori - Are you twisting his arm to get him to pay, or stealing his wallet?

Tsurugi - Time will tell…

Tsurugi - Anyways, Tomori, what are your plans again?

Tomori - I’m leaving sometime on the 23rd, and I should be back on the third day of January.

Tomori - Do I pick someone to share next, or will people just speak up?

Tsurugi - Uhm…

Tsurugi - Just pick someone, less messy.

Tomori - Got it. Maki?

Maki - …

Maki - I’m going home, I think.

Maki - I leave the 22nd, it remains to be seen when I’ll be back.

Maki - No later than the second or third though.

Maki - Higa, your turn.

Higa - I’m heading to see my dad on the 23rd, and I’ll return the 2nd.

Ōtori - The Higa family legacy…

Yamaguchi - We’ve got the same schedule, Higa!

Maki - I’m surprised you’re not heading back sooner to spend more time with your sister.

Yamaguchi - I tried, but it didn’t really work out with everyone’s schedule.

Yamaguchi - …Higa, I’m stealing your turn to choose someone.

Yamaguchi - Mekaru, what are you up to?

Mekaru - Oh!

Mekaru - I’m going, actually… I’ll be gone from the 24th to the first,

Mekaru - Though, I may not make it back until the second… but I’m leaving on the first.

Mekaru - I’d be back sooner, but my friend, Okada, wants me to accompany her on New Years.

Tomori - Just gals being pals…

Mekaru - …Yeah?

Mekaru - Uhm… Kobashikawa, what are your plans?

Kobashikawa - …

//Kobashikawa takes a moment to reply, visibly deliberating before starting to sign.

Kobashikawa - I… I’m heading home, I won’t be on campus for the holidays.

Kobashikawa - Don’t know how long I’ll be home for, to be honest-

//He pauses again, Ōtori filling in what he seemed to be signing before he stopped. After a brief pause, Kobashikawa starts up again, signing quickly.

Kobashikawa - Honestly, I may try to take up some flights in-between holidays… or maybe even before?

Ōtori - …Are you working out what airports you want to go to?

Kobashikawa - Mhm. Go ahead and share your holiday plans, I’m done talking!

Ōtori - I need to unionize- you know, I’m not a paid translator! That’s unfair.

Kobashikawa - No one would pay you for the quality of work you provide.

Ōtori - …Anyways,

Kobashikawa - Lol.

Ōtori - I’m going on the 21st, actually. I want to be home early enough to set up shop on the 22nd.

Ōtori - Then I think I’ll be back on the 3rd.

Tomori - I think that’s the largest stretch so far…

//Tsurugi is rapidly typing on his phone.

Tsurugi - It is! Veeery long, comparatively.

Ōtori - …Maeda, what are you doing for break?

Maeda - …

Maeda - I should call my family, at the least…

Maeda - How… would I get back…

Maeda - …

Taira - Maeda, if it snows, I want to have a snowball fight with you.

Taira - Also, I want to go sledding, but I don’t want to go on my own, so you can come too, and watch.

Taira - Maeda and I are staying on campus for the holidays.

Ōtori - …

Tsurugi - …Yeah, sure, why not.

Hatano - I’m… gonna share now.

Hatano - I’m heading home! I’m excited to see my dad, and my siblings.

Hatano - I’ll be there on the 23rd, and I should be back to campus late on the 2nd, or early on the 3rd.

Hatano - Iranami, you know what you’re doing yet?

Iranami - …

Iranami - I… I should be on campus at least until the 20th…

Iranami - Really, it’s still up in the air…

Hatano - Ah…

Iranami - …

Iranami - Who all hasn’t shared, yet?

Kurokawa - I’ll go.

Kurokawa - …Not that I have a whole lot of definitive stuff to share…

Kurokawa - The school wants me to do something, like with Uehara, but Kisaragi is wanted back home for end of the year stuff.

Kurokawa - And Dad doesn’t like the thought of us traveling alone, at separate times,

Kurokawa - So I’m trying to get the school to let me run whatever they want me to do do online, on my own,

Kurokawa - Since it’s easy to do things on my own terms, and works with Kisaragi’s plans.

Kurokawa - Uhhh…

Kisaragi - Inori.

Kurokawa - Huh?

Kisaragi - Inori hasn’t been asked yet.

Kurokawa - Oh! Yeah, yeah, that’s right.

Kurokawa - Well, Inori?

Inori - I’m staying.

Inori - I want to be available for any emergencies brought on by malfunctioning gifts.

Yamaguchi - Free legal advice; you really shouldn’t be openly saying stuff like that.

Inori - I hope I get sued.

Inori - I hope I get sued for my every penny and lose my financial security and my reputation and my medical license.

Yamaguchi - Jesus Christ…

Tsurugi - Aaand, I’ve got everyone’s schedule down.

Tsurugi - My family is close enough I can just travel for the day, so I’m not making a big trip, won’t really be gone.

Tsurugi - …Maybe I’ll run down tonight, actually…

Tsurugi - I miss my dog.

Uehara - I miss your dog…

Tsurugi - Do you want to come with me, if I go?

Uehara - You’re not going to head down there tonight, we both know this.

Tsurugi - …Okay, well now you’re not invited, soooo…

Tomori - Can I go with you? I miss Sunny too…

Tsurugi - Yes! We will go directly after class without saying a word to anyone else.

Uehara - I feel excluded by my classmates, I want to report this to my class rep…

Tsurugi - Suck it up.

Uehara - …My dear class rep is always so kind and inspiring.

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi - Yeah, I can’t think of a way to keep this bit going.

Tsurugi - In all seriousness though, I want to go look at the market the upperclassmen are doing…

Tsurugi - It isn’t set up yet, but I thought it might be a good place to look around for gifts once it’s done?

Tsurugi - So I wanted to go and bother them after class.

Tomori - That sounds fun…

Tomori - We could have a day to go as a class and look around, just sometime in the next few days.

Mekaru - Is the market that big?

Tomori - No, but we could go out in town after…

Ōtori - Whoever got me should just gift me their eternal patronage of Ōtori Mart.

Kobashikawa - It’d be perfect if I were your Secret Santa…

Kobashikawa - Even more reason to get coffee from the student store while you’re working.

Ōtori - …If you’re my secret santa, I’d like to request you cease your activity as a patron of the student store.

Kobashikawa - That’s bad business, Ōtori…

Ōtori - I have other customers!

Kurokawa - Are any of them as dedicated and consistent as Kobashikawa, though?

Ōtori - It’s bad for his health to drink so much coffee!

Kobashikawa - …No.

Ōtori - Wh- you can’t just “no” your way out of the negative impact of multiple cups of coffee a day!

//Kobashikawa waves his hand at Ōtori dismissively.

Kurokawa - I for one support Kobashikawa’s choice to fund local businesses!

Kurokawa - Let’s ignore that the student store is an extension of Hopes Peak, and Ōtori Mart is wildly successful.

Higa - Consumers…

Tsurugi - Higa always has such amazing economic ideas, what a shame we don’t have time for them today.

Tsurugi - Okay, so we can talk later about shopping as a group, but I’m going down to the market today to ask around.

Tsurugi - …Ue, do we have a club meeting today?

Uehara - …No?

Tsurugi - …

Uehara - …

Tsurugi - …I will set a good example. I will go to my club meeting today even though I don’t want to.

Uehara - Wait, no, I think we genuinely don’t.

Uehara - Remember at the end of our last meeting, didn’t they say it was the last… until…

Uehara - …Until break is over, Tsurugi, why are you looking at me like that?

Tsurugi - …

Uehara - …You were not paying attenti-

Tsurugi - Yeah, no, not at all.

Tsurugi - Well. May the court records show that you lied to me if we get in trouble.

Uehara - Thanks, Tsu…

Tsurugi - Just kidding, we’ll fall together… get detention together!

Tsurugi - So, I’ll head down to the market when class is out, does anybody want to

come with?

Higa - No.

Mekaru - I’ll go…

Tomori - Same! It sounds fun.

Ōtori - I have a shift at the student store, but I think that’s on the way?

Ōtori - I’ll walk with you all if we’re heading the same way.

Kobashikawa - I need to go to my dorm, personally…

Kisaragi - Same here.

Kurokawa - Hm… where’s the market?

Tsurugi - Last I heard, they were setting up in the Reserve section somewhere?

Kurokawa - Oh, I’m heading by the residential building, but I’ll walk with you guys to the gate!

Hatano - Iranami, do you want to go look at the market with everyone?

Iranami - …I…

Iranami - I actually need to run by my dorm and grab something, then I need to go…

Iranami - Sorry…

Hatano - Oh, it’s no issue!

Hatano - Is it something I can go with you too? Or walk you there?

Iranami - …No, it’s alright…

Hatano - …Okay!

Hatano - I’m going to work out at the Main Course facility.

Yamaguchi - I want to get started on packing, see if I need to get another bag…

Ōtori - Maeda, what are you planning to do?

Maeda - …I’ll go look at the market with everyone.

Taira - I have to go to a club meeting, but you all have fun~

Maki - Same, I’m busy with my club.

Tsurugi - …Ue, can you come with us?

Uehara - Uh… sure, yeah, I’ll go with.

Tsurugi, smiling - Cool, cool.

~*~

Maeda, narrating - Well, I won’t be able to watch Maki and see what she’s interested in,

Maeda - But maybe she’ll go with everyone else to look for gifts.

~*~

//We now have our first chance to explore the other plotlines we’ll be following! All options will be explored eventually, it’s just a matter of what piques your interest first.

{Follow Maeda and the others to the market}

{Make sure she’s on time}

{See if he’ll reach out today or not}

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fortes-fortuna-iogurtum · 2 years

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Man, you're so cool. I adore the way you ramble about Dr Who and ACGS, it makes me smile :) I hope your college financial situation gets sorted out soon! I'm so excited for you to be in a good place for you.

ohhhhh Robin, this is just the sweetest ask!!! thank you so much!!! I smiled so big when I opened tumblr during my lunchbreak today and saw this message ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ I'm so glad you get a smile out of my rambling!! sometimes I worry that it's annoying to people who might not know about the media it's based on, or that I should be thinking and talking about more relevant or meaningful things than stuff like DW and ACGAS... so it's really really nice to hear that's not the case, at least for you :) <3 <3

and thank you!! I'm hoping for the same!!! (and, fun fact, but I should have actually hit the halfway point for my projected savings goal today!! but since my boss forgot to put the hours for my paid vacation last week into the system, I got much much less money on my paycheck than I should've :') but it's all going to be ok, I've already spoken to him about it and he's going to submit the proper forms and get everything cleared up and the money I'm missing will get to me somehow. and when it does, it'll go straight into my college fund.)

(I'm putting the rest of this post under a break now, because I started typing and then accidentally vomited up a whole entire spiel about my complicated emotions towards college stuff, and no one wants that cluttering up their dash lolllll) (cw for emotional turmoil and general complaining/bellyaching/worrying/stressing about the future)

tbh, every time I talk about my college situation, I feel guilty. because when I step back and look at everything, I really am in such a sweet spot right now. I live at home with my family, which is (mostly) a fantastic situation--I get to eat my mom's cooking and hang out with my siblings all the time, which is great. I get to basically always bring my lunch to work (and it's usually leftovers of my mom's cooking) while my coworkers have to rush to buy something from a fast food place and swallow it down before our break is over. my family dynamic could be so much worse than it is. we attend a really sweet little church whose congregation has been so kind and welcoming to us (even if the style of the worship and teaching isn't quite what I'd like to find for myself someday). I have my own cosy little bedroom and all my books and my car and knitting and TV shows. I make seriously decent money for the kind of work I do, and most of it goes into savings for college while I have coworkers who can barely scrape by between rent and groceries and daycare bills and vehicle repairs. things aren't perfect, there are some pretty significant things I'd like to address (about myself and my brain and how it works, and some ideas about the world that I think got turned a little bit sideways at some point and need to be straightened out before they get too firmly cemented). I don't actually have any close friends who live near me (the nearest ones are at least 2 hours away and I rarely get to see them face-to-face). but honestly, I have it so good. I should be so content, I should be basking in the blessings I have right now.

yet I still complain about not being at college and talk about how badly I want to get there.

and as if all that wasn't enough, I'm petrified by the idea of things changing. I feel so weary and discouraged when I think about the idea of having to be brand-new in a brand-new place (again), not knowing anyone or how to do anything and constantly fearing that I'm messing it all up and I'm the only doofus who doesn't understand and there are all these secret common knowledge rules that everyone knows but me and if I admit to not knowing them I'll be labelled as an outcast but if I mess one of them up I'll be expelled from planet earth for having failed at humanity.

(and then also on some level, I'm terrified of moving on from the place I'm at right now, because things could be so much worse.)

I don't want to take what I have now for granted. I don't want to be unthankful for what I've been given. but I also can't be fully at peace here, because I just really really really am looking forward to the next thing. which of course makes me feel really guilty (and I tend to worry that when I do get to college, it'll all be terrible and I'll realize how wrong I was to want to hurry to that stage and my life will turn into one big Aesop's Fable and the Twilight Zone guy will appear to announce the moral of the story to everyone so they can use me as an object lesson to their Sunday school classes).

and of course, none of this makes sense and it's all one big jumbled ball of weird emotions and fears and dreams and I'm doing my best to ignore it and pray that God will just lead me where I need to go and not let me get distracted by silly things that will drag me off-course or waste my time along the way. which I guess is all I can do. but it sure doesn't come easily to me.

anyway, you didn't ask about any of that, but it just sorta... all fell out when I started typing :') I am excited to go to college, especially the college I plan to attend. it's my dream college, and I went from thinking I'd never be able to attend there to seriously planning to move into the dorms next fall. I think I'll learn so much there, and I'll meet other people--both mentors and peers--who will both affirm and influence me in meaningful ways. I can't wait to see how God uses all of this to write a grander story for me than any I could ever imagine!! but I do worry so much about pretty much everything, so even though I instinctively feel that this is the right thing to do, there are so many what-ifs and silly questions that plague me, simply because I cannot give a definite answer to them and unknown variables bother me.

#gurt says stuff #personal #college #asks #brown-little-robin #long post

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jittyjames · 1 year

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can we get a wip for new money it’s been on your wip list for so long lolz

omg yes that was one of my first requests and i started it in december (before my huge writer's block thing) BUT I STILL WORK ON HER FROM TIME TO TIME AND I SWEAR IT WILL BE OUT SOMEDAY. to the person who requested it, i'm so sorry it's taking so long, it's honestly such a good request lol. thomas and alex friendship is so fun to write. here's a lil snippet until then, though!!!

It didn't help much that the general store was filled with things Alexander could only dream of having.

"It hardly matters now," Campbell was smoothing his hands over his buttoned waistcoat, "I will take the money from your pay to make my sums equal what you claimed they should."

Alexander took a step towards him. He could already feel the pangs growing in his stomach, "Sir... please. I- I really need the money. You have to understand I had nothing to do with this. I know I counted the funds correctly. I always do! That has to count for something-"

Alexander's words were replaced with a sharp breath. The slap took him by surprise.

"Don't you ever argue with me, little bastard. I'll have you on the streets faster than you could possibly believe! This is not a charity house nor an orphanage," Campbell roared at him. Alexander's eyes had widened as the words smarted.

"Next time, get it right," he growled, "Or don't bother showing up at all."

Alexander could only nod breathlessly, furiously. He refused to look back at the man towering over him, refused to reach up a hand to console the mark that burned like the sun. The rest of his face was alight, too, only it wasn't from pain. It was from humiliation and rage. He bit down on his tongue to keep the sharp retort from spilling out.

"It's a real shame, kid," Grant laughed behind him, "I suppose we'll never know who really messed up those numbers. Now, will we?"

Alexander shot him a glare as he tried to regain his composure.

He was older than Alexander. Nineteen to his thirteen, to be exact. Grant wasn't over any financials- even Campbell would have to admit he was too untrustworthy for that. Yet there he was, holding Alexander's record book with a grin that put Alexander in mind of a predator closing in on its wounded prey. He shuddered.

"That's mine," Alexander ground out, reaching for the book. Grant only swiped it away, holding it far over Alexander's head with a grating, brambly laugh. He could only settle the taller boy with an irritated glare. He refused to leap for it like Grant undoubtedly expected him to. It's not like they were schoolboys. Grant was far too old and far too ignorant for that, and Alexander?

Well, Alexander was never allowed anywhere near the school in the first place due to his parentage. Nothing else mattered about him to anyone except for that.

"Or what?" Grant mocked, "You're going to go cry to Mother? Oh, wait! That's right! You can't even do that!"

Alexander's face completely dropped as it felt like ice water was dumped over him, soaking through the skin he thought had thickened enough to keep such freezing emotions from reaching his core. His mind skidded to a halt as he could only think of his mother. The yearning pull and deep dusk that was called grief seemed to enclose him once again threatening

Grant only tutted, "Well, a little boy should not be put in such positions of power anyway. Much less tiny, destitute orphan ones who are too distracted with missing Mama to get anything right."

#hamilton fanfiction #wip wednesday

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faetedforglory · 2 years

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👀 + Piers + Just fuckin go off about Rose mate

absolute honestly

"where do i even fucking start? the beginning or should i leave the most fucked up for last?" a roll of his eyes, the anger was already burning in him. most nymphs die if the place they're connected to gets destroyed, the unlucky ones live with a terrible sickness that prolongs their suffering. survival rates are low. he decided to destroy an entire village filled with nymphs just for his stupid railways with no regard for the lives he was destroying. but he used money to cover all that up because with so many dead who would believe these sick and delirious people about any of it?"

a snarl. "my parents were critically ill-- my mother was pregnant and could have not only lost me but died herself. my father was too weak to work. they were lucky the people of spikemuth were kind-- already in poverty but they helped my parents until they were well again because that's what good people do. and when they tried to get him to send them money as compensation-- not even as blackmail-- he decided he would use his connections to put them out of work, destroy any chances of assistance, and kept pushing and pushing us until my parents realized he wouldn't stop. they were loose threads. but the insurance policy on them should have been enough to get us into a better situation."

"so, you know, rose used connections to send them reminders about their life insurance until they felt like the only way to help us was to ask the fae for help raising us before they killed themselves-- i think they were relieved because they didn't have to suffer anymore. the worst part of that though? i saw it happen. i shouldn't have. but i saw it. and i couldn't stop them. and i knew exactly why they did it."

hands balled into fists, one punching the wall in anger. "and he doesn't fucking stop. he used connections to get the money tied up as much as possible. he gloated to me about that one night-- he's lucky i didn't tear his throat out with my teeth."

oh, what else has he done? "as soon as i became gym leader he decreased finding to spikemuth until he stopped all of it entirely. the whole town is mostly funded by my music career and what money i make off battles. everything else comes from the others that live there. he refuses to advertise spikemuth so no one wants to visit-- i think most people don't even know we exist. he's trying to make us all die in poverty because marnie and i are the last of the loose ends."

he was shaking with anger, so much had been building up for years now. "and, you know, no one would believe me. i tried to tell people rose was a bad person and they always called me a liar. i tried to tell them he wasn't doing good things, that he was evil and actively making people suffer for no reason. and no one would listen-- i'm just a poor person who resents rich people, you know? bitch, i spent my life in the slums and i love it there, fuck your fancy condos and all that extravagant shit that wastes money. he's a vile, manipulative, sadistic freak who gets off on making people suffer-- unfortunately i know all about that too." a bitter laugh.

"fuck rose. and fuck everyone who never listened to me. and fuck everyone who apologized for not listening to me years before the stupid darkest day redeux he pulled. i warned everyone i could and they didn't listen because he was clearly such a 'good' person, fuck off."

"i hope he gets attacked. i hope he has a near fatal, traumatic injury and it's a miracle he survives. . . then i hope he dies in a minor fender bender pulling out of the hospital parking lot. fuck rose and fuck everything he's ever stood for."

#luminiferousquintessence #muse : piers #suicide tw #death tw

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hyenahunt · 2 years

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Saga: Release - 9

Writer: Akira

Season: Spring

Characters: Jin, Chiaki, Tori, Hokuto

Proofreading: 310mc (JP) & Peace (ENG)

Translation: kotofucius

Jin: It’s no different from beer or cigarettes; once you know their flavor, you’ll find 'em hard to let go.

Location: Empty Classroom

Jin: Uhh, I’ll start with a report, then.

This news came in just this morning, fresh out of the oven: They’ve decided to carry on with Project-Saga.

Chiaki: Ohh? Is that… something we should congratulate?

Tori: Mm? It’s good news, so shouldn’t we be overjoyed? Based on the timing, this is ‘cause our live show was a success, right?

It always feels so nice to be recognized by the world, no matter what it’s for~♪

Hokuto: Hmm… But Sagami-sensei was unenthusiastic throughout it, so maybe we shouldn’t be so happy about a second go.

Jin: No, no. You don’t have to worry about that — I’m pretty happy about this too, surprisingly.

It feels like I haven’t been contributing anything to society since I retired as an idol, so it felt nice doing something praiseworthy after a long time.

Chiaki: Ahaha. Toddlers get praised just for standing on their feet, but praises become harder to earn as we grow up, huh.

Tori: Huh? Hold on, so Project-Saga wasn’t actually confirmed to carry on at first?

I was under the impression that I was gonna be part of Rain-bows for a long time…

Jin: Yeah, it’s ‘cause it’s a low-budget project of a magazine company; it could’ve been terminated anytime. The press, or just the world as a whole, tend to be pretty harsh about this stuff.

No point in showcasing something that doesn’t sell, after all.

There was a likelier possibility that no one would care enough to glance at retired idols after all this time, too.

Honestly, I looked down on the plan… I was expecting it to fall short.

But you kids worked harder than I imagined, and thanks to that, we’re getting a ton of attention from the public…

Now we even have a production committee set up, while the funding and scale are growing beyond our wildest dreams.

This isn’t just a magazine project anymore; we’re becoming a huge-scale endeavor that’s involving even TV crews and the like.

…or so said our Mr. Writer. He looked the most surprised while explaining, though.

In any case, we should take stories like this with a grain of salt.

I think he’s exaggerating with that “huge-scale endeavor” part, but it’s true it’s grown a lot bigger than when it first started.

Chiaki: Heheh, everybody is welcoming your return, Sagami-sensei. Why not just concede and come back completely?

Jin: I already told you, I won’t… I get reminded with each passing day that I’m not eager or fit enough to catch up with youths like you anymore.

Either way, since it’s now a huge plan involving a lot of money and people, tossing it halfway has become out of the question.

So yeah, I’ll keep my act together until Project-Saga is done through and through.

Hokuto: Alright, give it your all. We’ll help you as long as it doesn’t interfere with our actual unit work. No—we’ll be sure to give our everything as Rain-bows.

Jin: ‘Kay, but save your worry for Trickstar; you guys have been looking out of it lately.

Hokuto: Right… I’ll spare no effort for both, naturally. The more recognition I get as Rain-bows, the more it benefits our units, too.

Tori: Yup. If Project-Saga’s gotten huge, that means we can gain more fame too.

It’s great news, really~ There’s never anything bad about success~♪

Jin: Right. But the more people are involved, the more responsibilities we have too.

We’ll suffer more damage when we fail, so we’ve gotta let go of the not-so-serious attitude we’ve had ‘til now.

Hokuto: No, you are the only one who isn’t serious, Sensei.

Jin: Eh~ I’m trying in my own way too, though.

Oh well. Anyway, there’s one more thing… bad news this time. Or, well, I guess I can’t write it off completely as bad.

This is kinda related to what I just told you; we might have a little troublesome problem coming our way.

Chiaki: …What does that mean?

Jin: So, to get to the point: Project-Saga’s participants have increased explosively.

There are several reasons… First is the increase in Project-Saga’s budget, which means participants will be getting actual rewards for their work.

Hokuto: Ahh… Previously, the promised pay was so meager that participating was all pain and no gain.

Tori: Yeah, yeah! We were basically flat broke. Even our main reason for holding that live show we had was to gather our own activity funds.

Jin: Yup, so it’s good news that the budget situation improved — now we don’t have to worry about money.

But since we’ve got a rise of participants, we aren’t keeping all the profit for ourselves, of course.

Anyway, onto the next reason.

Thanks to the decent evaluation of our activities, the retirees who were previously waiting around are starting to get off their butts.

Chiaki: Oh! Is it because they think “We can’t sit around while the Sagami Jin is giving his all!”? That’s so neat! So dramatic~♪

Jin: Nah… Up until now, reviving retired idols just sounded plain crazy, so they probably didn’t wanna risk getting humiliated for nothing.

But then they saw us actually doing well and getting fawned over, so they’re probably starting to think they might get to shine like the old times too.

Y’know, to get another taste of that glory—that nectar they had in the past.

…But that’s an off-putting way to describe it, huh?

I’m sure you kids know how gratifying it feels to stand on stage and be cheered on by your fans.

It’s no different from beer or cigarettes; once you know their flavor, you’ll find 'em hard to let go.

Figuratively speaking, what we’re doing is the same as relishing a bottle of beer in front of someone who's renounced drinking for a long time.

And we’re holding out the bottle to them, telling them, “You can have some if you want”.

Project-Saga is that beer.

And unlike beer and cigs, they won’t be reprimanded for savoring it. In fact, their old fans will be overjoyed to see them again.

So it’s natural that they would get tempted and think, “Where’s the harm in a mouthful?”

Tori: Mm~ I get it even less when you compare it to beer.

Jin: You’re still a minor, after all. Anyway… I can only guess what at they’re thinking, but the explosive increase of Project-Saga participants is real.

They’re all like us; temporary units formed of a retired idol that mentors a bunch of young disciples.

I’d guess most of them are still too new to even have unit names yet.

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#ensemble stars #enstars #enstars translation #s: saga #era: !#hyenahunttl #type: event #tori himemiya #hokuto hidaka #chiaki morisawa #jin sagami

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