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GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN EVENT STORY....

PREMIUM.

I just love you.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

special thanks to @otomehoneyybearr for proofreading! ♡

minors and ageless blogs dni.

Gilbert: Good evening, little rabbit. I never expected you to come here so late at night.

Upon entering Gilbert’s room, a man wearing a robe with his face hidden was leaving in passing.

(I hope I haven't interrupted something.)

However, Gilbert, who was sitting at his office desk, greeted me with a smile, and there didn't seem to be any deception in his appearance.

Gilbert: A night visit?

Emma: No, not quite!

Gilbert: Sharing a bed?

Emma: Not exactly…

Gilbert: Then, did you want to go back home?

Emma: …No.

Gilbert: Hmm, then what is it?

Emma: It’s something else.

The answer seemed unexpected, and his red eye widened in surprise.

Gilbert: ….Really? What did you come here for?

(After much thought and contemplation, I suddenly realized something.)

(What I want to know now is not about myself.)

Emma: A surprise interview.

Gilbert: Huh?

Emma: I am here to request an interview with you, Gilbert.

Gilbert: ….

(I would like to know more about Gilbert.)

(….There’s a strange emotion swirling within me, seeking to understand its true nature, more than the desire to return to my hometown.)

Gilbert froze in shock for a few seconds, and eventually lowered his gaze.

Gilbert: Ha….Haha.

Emma: I-I didn't mean to say anything that funny….

Gilbert: It's quite interesting. Even though you’ve lost your memories, you still think of others before yourself, huh….?

It was not an accusing tone but a gentle voice, full of compassion.

(….You’re a big villain, but because of that, I think it’s why I can't go back to the land of roses.)

Gilbert: Okay. I'll tell you everything you need to know about me.

Emma: Thank you!

Gilbert: Of course, but I expect something in return.

Emma: ….

Gilbert: Ahaha, I won’t do anything for free, after all, I’m a bad person.

Emma: What do you want?

Gilbert: Hmm, let’s see….

Gilbert taps his lips with his finger.

Gilbert: How about once per piece of information?

(….Is he suggesting a kiss in exchange?)

Without my memories, Gilbert, despite being my fiancé, is practically a stranger.

There's no way I would have no reservations about kissing a stranger.

(What's more, a member of Obsidian's royal family? There’s not just embarrassment, but also fear beyond shame.)

(However, if I give up now, I won't be able to learn anything about Gilbert….)

Emma: All right.

Gilbert: That was surprisingly quick decision, wasn’t it?

Emma: I just need to endure a bit to get what I want. There’s no need to hesitate… or at least I hope so..

(….Probably.)

Gilbert: "Endure", huh?...I see.

Gilbert: Since it seems bearable for you, shall I receive payment upfront for what you can endure?

Emma: Huh?

Gilbert: Don't worry, I don't lie.

Gilbert stood up, enveloping my field of vision in darkness.

Gilbert: Go on, hurry up.

(….)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Gilbert: Hehe, you're full of opening..

Emma: You villain! This is outrageous! That was my first kiss, you know!

Gilbert: Was it? But I did it once before.

Emma: That was part of your evil plan so it doesn’t count!

Gilbert: So this one counts then.

Emma: What— no! It was an accident!

Gilbert: Oh, was it? Then what’s the problem?

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(What...what was that just now?)

(I've done this before…)

This time, my lips were tapped by his finger, snapping me back to reality..

(No... I have to overcome this predicament now.)

I made up my mind and held Gilbert’s cold cheeks between my hands——

Telling myself it’s just a momentary thing,

I swiftly kissed him, unsure if it was felt or not.

Gilbert: ….

Emma: I-I did, didn't I?

Gilbert: Yes, in the little rabbit’s world, that’s called a kiss.

Emma: Is that not right?

As I tried to play dumb and divert the conversation, Gilbert sealed my lips.

(!?)

Not only did he touch me, but he bit my lower lip, and my heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Gilbert: Next time, do it properly, will you?

Emma: ….Under…stood….

(My face ..feels hot…)

Gilbert: So, what's the first question?

Despite resenting Gilbert, who was smiling so refreshingly as if nothing had happened, I composed myself.

Emma: First of all...what are your favorite and least favorite foods?

Gilbert: I don’t have a least favorite. We can’t afford such luxuries in Obsidian with chronic food shortages..

Gilbert: But, as for my favorite food…

——

(Wow...there’s so many ingredients!)

The kitchen I was led to was filled with a sweet aroma.

The source seems to be in the oven.

Gilbert: You often made the things I liked here, Little Rabbit.

Emma: Me…?

(This aroma…)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Gilbert: You certainly have quite some nerve, offering me a gift and then trying to take it away again.

Emma: Does that mean you’ll accept it?

Gilbert: Of course. I was just starting to feel hungry.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

Emma: …Cookies, right?

Gilbert: No, it’s not.

(Huh...I was feeling confident about that one.)

Gilbert: A ‘massive amount’ of cookies made by Little Rabbit working herself to exhaustion.

Emma: …..

(…So your stomach is a bottomless pit…)

(He seeks quantity over quality, so I can only make simple sweets.)

Gilbert: What's your next question? Oh, but first…

Gilbert, bending down in front of me, prompted me to steel myself and kiss him again.

This time, I pressed more firmly than the first,

Gilbert seemed satisfied, and there was no request for a redo.

Emma: Please tell me your favorite place.

Gilbert: …Right, in that case——

——

(The stars are beautiful….!)

In a spacious area at the back of the castle, covered entirely with glass, we were enveloped by the beautifully gentle start.

Standing in the center, where the Obsidian crest was engraved, I gaze up at the sky.

Emma: This is an understandable choice of place.

Gilbert: I didn't pick this place because I like the scenery, you know?

Emma: Was there something else?

Gilbert: Yeah. There's a deeper reason.

Emma: ….Am I part of the reason?

Gilbert: Of course.

(I wonder what it is...I definitely feel like something happened in this place.)

(It hurt, it hurt, it just hurt... something like that——)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Gilbert: I'm sure there will be plenty of people who are kind to you in the future….

Gilbert: A terrible man like me who leaves nothing but pain will never appear.

Gilbert: Hehe...I don't think you can forget even if you want to.

Emma: ….You’re right.

Emma: …It's not fair….

Gilbert: Because I’m a big villain.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(….)

Not just once, not twice, but thrice— with each press of the warm lips, inexplicably, tears welled up.

Emma: ….Why do you love me so much, Gilbert?

When I voice the question I wanted to know the most, he bites my lip.

The pain was strangely endearing.

Gilbert: I could go on and on about what I love about you, but I think the best thing is this.

——

When Gilbert came to my room, he opened the desk drawer without hesitation.

Gilbert: Ah, I knew it was here.

Gilbert: I always tell you to carry it with you, but you never did….

The moment I saw "it," my heart froze.

Gilbert: It can't be helped, so I'll put it on for you.

Emma: I-… I’m fine, really!

Gilbert: Don't be shy.

Before I could run away, Gilbert grabbed me and forcibly sat me down on a chair.

My skirt was lifted, revealing my thighs, where a leather belt was wrapped.

(Ever since I lost my memory, I've been wondering what this was.)

(But somehow I felt like I had to wear it, even though I didn’t know why….)

Gilbert knelt down and inserted a silver lump he held into the belt.

With delicate rose decorations on the metal part and a bright red rose charm attached to the handle,

“it” was undoubtedly a weapon called a “gun” to kill people.

Emma: ….Does this have anything to do with why you love me?

Gilbert: Yes. You promised to kill me.

Emma: ….

Gilbert: For you, who doesn’t hurt anyone, to say that… I was happy.

Despite the ominous words, the voice that reached my ears was sweet.

The sound of my heartbeat was threatening to stay etched in the mind.

Gilbert: You said you would take responsibility and kill me, so I chose to live.

Emma: …..

Gilbert: Hehe, you look pale.

Emma: ….Of course, I do.

Gilbert: Don't you want me to die? I'm practically a stranger to you now.

Gilbert: Furthermore, I’m a big villain who can shake the whole continent.

Gilbert: If you kill me, the world may be at peace.

Emma: Still…! I absolutely refuse to…let you die.

(It hurts…)

(…It’s painful.)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Emma: What even is love?

Gilbert: That’s easy.

Gilbert: Its wanting someone to live. I wanted them to live.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(….I——)

Gilbert: That’s what it is.

Emma: ….Huh?

Gilbert smiled and rested his hand on my cheek.

Gilbert: Your heart is always beautiful.

(Ah…)

(…So that’s what’s going on…)

His red eye that is filled with sincere emotion.

Despite having trampled over countless people and built up a dark legacy upon many corpses,

He is not a good person, and has committed so many crimes that he didn’t deserve redemption.

Even just loving someone was a crime, and he could be punished at any time.

(But I still strongly wished for him to live.)

(My heart is so tainted that I can’t even face my homeland.)

(And yet, Gilbert is always…)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Gilbert: Even if you’re dyed black…you’re….

Gilbert: The most beautiful person I've ever seen.

Gilbert: That's why I wanted you.

Gilbert: No matter how dirty one may think, you remain untarnished.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(….)

It wasn't until I met Gilbert that I realized the feeling of being unable to let go even though it is full of pain and suffering.

Pushed by the feelings reviving in sync with the heartbeat, I kiss him again.

When I opened my lips, our tongues intertwined with each other as usual, and heat began to spread throughout my body.

(You’re a big, troublesome, bad guy, but I've grown to love you.)

(…That's why I'm in Obsidian.)

After our long exchange of kisses, when we finally parted our faces, Gilbert traced my wet lips with his finger.

Gilbert: Do you still have questions for me?

Emma: …Yes.

(There’s just one final thing I want to ask you——)

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#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince spoilers #ikepri jp #ikepri translations #ikemen series #cybird #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri gilbert

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logogreffe · 1 year

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French keyboard : AZERTY

This is what a basic French keyboard looks like :

As you can see, we have keys for é, è, ç, à. Like most keyboards, if you want to write a letter in uppercase you have to press SHIFT (MAJ in French) + the letter. BUT if you want to write a "ç" in uppercase, you cannot press MAJ + ç because... this is how you write "9" (for most French keyboards and windows users). Same goes with é, è and à. This is where my poll comes in : I've asked the French speakers of Tumblr how they type É , È, À and Ç on their computer.

Translation : How do you type À, É, È, Ç on your computer (when the corrector doesn't work) Option 1 : I know the shortcuts Option 2 : I type " E uppercase grave accent" on google and I copy/paste it. ("Ordi" is the shortened version of the word "Ordinateur") Result : 56% don't know the shortcuts and/or find it easier to use copy/paste and google. Note 1 : Here are some of the shortcuts mentionned in the tags if you want to try them out (I'm team copy/paste so I won't be using them) -> Set n°1 of Shortcuts :

-> Set n°2 of Shortcuts :

Tranlastion : #So you're telling me that Alt+020X was...a waste of time...? #My honnor as an ex-computer specialist...gone {The shortcuts Alt + 020X are the following : À : alt +0192, É : alt + 0201, È : alt +0200} Note 2 : The issue seems to be nonexistent for people using an international keyboard, a MAC, or Linux. Note 3 : Some people remarked that they had learned in school that you're not supposed to put accents on uppercase letter in French.

And they were right ! It used to be a rule ! But our dear Académie Française seems to have changed its mind and it's now recommended ! Source : X « En français, l’accent a pleine valeur orthographique. Son absence ralentit la lecture, fait hésiter sur la prononciation, et peut même induire en erreur. » L’oublier, si l’on suit cette logique, constitue une faute d’orthographe !" // "In French, the accent has full orthographic value. Its absence slows down reading, makes one hesitate about pronunciation, and can even mislead." Forgetting it, if we follow this logic, constitutes a spelling error! In the article, they also give the following example : "UN INTERNE TUE" This sentence without any accent can be read as " Un interne tue " // An intern kills " Un interne tué " // An intern killed " Un interné tue " // A person interned into a psychiatric facility kills " Un interné tué " // A person interned into a psychiatric facility killed You see this issue... Final Note : I'll definitively keep using copy/paste because it's easier, but it was interesting to see how other people do it ! Merci à tous les gens qui ont voté / commenté / tagué / reblogué mon sondage ! Bonus : Funny Tags/Comment

Translation : Third option : I don't give a shit

Translation : #I don't put them [the accents] #My laziness is more powerful than my love for French grammar rules #(might be a red flag lol) My personal favorite :

Translation : But still, France produces thousands of AZERTY keyboards but can't get a layout that allows you to make your accents the way you want easily ? It's not serious, did you try to talk about it to a minister or they are all in jail ?

#Frenchblr #french culture #upthebaguette #whatthefrance

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emeraldskulblaka · 2 years

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Hi I just saw your post about the rock operas and stuff could you post links and tips?? I’d be so so grateful <3

Hi! Most definitely!

Since you asked about "the" rock operas, I assume you're interested in the Silmarillion rock operas. For other rock operas & other Silmarillion musicals, check out @quixoticanarchy's posts here and here. @sewn-with-lilies-fair has created an adaptation directory for all Tolkien adaptations - stage and otherwise - here.

And now, the Silmarillion rock operas (coincidentally, all of them are Russian):

Finrod Zong / Finrod, the Rock Opera

Финрод is based on the tale of Beren and Lúthien as featured in J. R. R. Tolkien's Lay of Leithian and the Silmarillion. It ends after Lúthien defeats Sauron and frees Beren.

Here's a trailer of the current production:

youtube

I'd recommend watching the 2014 staged concert first; it's my favourite, and there are English and Spanish subtitles available.

If you're feeling adventurous, you can check out the original Финрод-Зонг from 2001 here (English subtitles available) & a full recording of the current production here.

The original Финрод-Зонг lyrics, transliteration, and translation by @cycas; and the updated рок-опера Финрод version (2014 & 2022) by @quixoticanarchy.

My full playlist for this show, all videos are in chronological order (not meant for first-time watchers, though). There's a cast recording from 2008 available; it can be found in the Tolkien adaptation directory linked above. Here's a spreadsheet containing performance details, albums, and playlists for the current production.

Social media:

Theatre Etherius:

VK: Moscow and St Petersburg

Instagram (inactive)

Theatre Portal: VK & Instagram

Lay of Leithian

Лэ о Лэйтиан is another rock opera based on the tale of Beren and Lúthien; however, it features the FULL story!

Here's the trailer:

youtube

There's no full AND free recording of the show available, but you can purchase a recording from either VK or Boosty; links below. Don't hesitate to contact me if you have any questions. Here is my playlist for the show, and here's the song everyone's raving about.

Four absolute legends, @sewn-with-lilies-fair, @quixoticanarchy, @nereb-and-dungalef, and @warthoong have translated the entire show into English: here is the most recent version (which has also been published by the Leithian creative team!!). Check out this brilliant directory for more info on the show (web version only), and this spreadsheet containing performance details, albums, and playlists for the current production.

Social media:

VK (lots of pictures, clips, and info; if you happen to live in Russia, you can become a donor and support the production. You'll get exclusive access to photos from behind the scenes, new costumes, and other fun things)

Boosty (if you don't live in Russia, you can support them here! You can purchase nine full recordings here; advice on how to do that)

Instagram old & new, Twitter (inactive)

unofficial English website & Instagram

Сказание о Берене и Лютиэн

aka the Beren and Lúthien equestrian show. It's a NOTmusical with horses based on the tale of Beren and Lúthien, and looks just as amazing as it sounds.

Trailer:

youtube

I don't know overly much about this show, but I can tell you this much: it has three acts à 35 minutes, includes the Dagor Bragollach, and is recommended for audiences 16+. A fourth act premiered on 28 January 2024 without horses. Feel free to check out their YouTube channel and especially their VK pages for more clips and pictures. There's no full recording available, only a concert performance of the songs. Another stage version without horses was recorded in March 2023, but it is no longer available to purchase. According to the director, there are definite plans for an English translation of the songs as well as a film version of the musical.

Social media:

VK: KSK Remmirath (most content), separate page for the musical, Olga Rudskaya (director, Finrod)

Instagram

Fingon & Gondolin Musicals

I'm definitely not an expert on these two, but you can find the theatre's page here. There are three full recordings of Fingon: 2021, 2022, 2023. The script can be found here - shout-out to @anna-dreamer finding and sharing it. A couple of songs from the brand new musical Гондолин premiered at КаминКон on 1 October 2022.

Since I don't consider the Melkor 'song opera' an adaptation in the strict sense, I don't want to list it as such; however, you can check out the most iconic song here (with English subtitles), and highlights from the show here.

Feel free to message me (or send another ask) if you have further questions, especially regarding Boosty and full recordings of Lay of Leithian & Finrod. I'm more than happy to talk about any and all Tolkien stage adaptations 💚 Check out my tags for more content!

IMPORTANT: This is not meant to be a masterpost. The information presented here is incomplete and the summaries very basic.

#ask #daisiesandearlgrey #finrod zong #lay of leithian rock opera #emeraldposts #masterpost #finrod rock opera #fingon musical #gondolin musical #melkor opera #equestrian b&l

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skinzchoerim · 1 year

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In case anyone's interested in my thoughts on how seOul cOllectiOn fits into my general view of the lore, here it is. I refer to the singer as "he" and the lover as "they" to make it, hopefully, a clearer reading.

The line in the description: "The loneliness and wandering aren't painted with silent darkness, rather they are sped up to the verge or hallucination and to their very limit" reminds me of "You make me fall into hallucination" in angel. There's many connections to their previous songs in the lyrics, and I feel like it explains a lot about the motivations in those older songs.

Their whole journey from the beginning was always, above anything else, about escaping from loneliness. In savanna they were hiding among the crowd, they felt trapped and alienated, so they searched for religion and/or relationships as an answer to this loneliness, and they continue to do so in various ways to this day. I don't think the album is telling a story from the first track to the last, but there's a thread that can be followed between some of the songs.

"Gonna be blinded by feeling lonely, so bondage"

chrOme hearts is basically about staying in a relationship that's full of highs and lows, but ultimately, they're bonded by their loneliness, so they just keeping getting back together. Eventually, they start to enjoy the roughness of it all, they get used to wanting and blaming each other.

seOul drift is the only song that lyrically feels happy and confident, they're enjoying their freedom, they like the point that following their instinct brought them to. Not only is instinct referenced in the lyrics, Junji also wears a comme des garçons hoodie. There's no other people around, just faceless drivers on the road, and they're following their curiosity with little to no hesitation. They're behind the wheel and steering in their own direction, making their own choices and enjoying the ride, creating connections that they hope will make them feel less lonely along the way.

(the translations for the b-sides might be rough cause I just put them through google translate, so if better ones appear some of my thoughts might change)

mirage might connect to i called it you but it was actually me with the "is it me or is it you" line. The relationship seems fragile and they're questioning whether they can make it after all, it seems like they're unable to get through to each other and build some sort of understanding: "How long do I have to walk until I meet you?"

"Even if I run again, it's the same trajectory, selfish behavior and my transparent attitude, memories happening in front of me again, it's useless now". He keeps repeating the same mistakes and making the relationship worse, but he's afraid of being forgotten: "Keep a place for me, if there is a place left for me to stay in our past." It also reminds me of time leap, regretting past mistakes and wanting to correct them so he doesn't have to be alone.

"I've been through a lot to judge you rationally"

candy bOmb is basically about being attracted to someone and not trying to rationalise it, it's not about any deep emotions. If we try to relate it to loneliness, it could be about using (casual?) sex to feel less lonely.

"It's different to judge you rationally, my memory is faint"

"I can't figure out who it is, I don't even know if I left you, the only person who can change me is you"

Not sure about this translation, but if we see it as continuing mirage, it could mean he wants to stay in a relationship where the other person will make him better and happier, he relies on them for self growth, basically forcing his lover into the "I can make him better" attitude.

This line in blueblueseOul does hint at that being the case: "I'll try to smile a little more for you, who comforted and cared for me. My greed to be of the same mind disappeared from your exhausted face and you smiled at me."

blueblueseOul reminds me lyrically of desert, not knowing what to do with yourself once you're alone, not knowing where to go without someone leading you. "I'm dying in gray" seems to connect to mOnO.

"The times we became each other, even if we become each other and flow, that's how we stay". This seems a direct reference to be mine and because. be mine had the line "it flows us" using also the same word in Korean as here, and because was about becoming each other.

For the first time in this album, he's forced to face his deep loneliness once he loses his lover, there's no escape from it.

"If you feel me just call my name" - the first line in nabi is the same line as in chrOme hearts, which doesn't bode well for the relationship.

"She left the perfume in the moment" immediately reminded me of byredO.

"Please, don't spread your wings and fly away." Spreading one's wings means becoming confident and independent, so once again, he's trying to keep someone by his side purely out of selfishness, not caring about their growth. It could also refer to angel and off angel, in off angel he was promising "I'll be there for you", but it seems he ruined his chance to prove he could actually return the love and comfort given to him. Just like many previous songs, it's about a desperate need to stay with someone out of fear of the alternative.

Even though villain tried his hardest to miss the point, dOra maar is still about objectifying someone's pain and using it to help the artistic process, keeping someone by his side to have some sort of outlet. He says "I'll fight for your horrors" but idk I just can't see any version of dOra maar having genuine intentions to care about her well-being, in the end, she's always just a grieving model.

(This next part could be me reading into it way too deeply but I wanted to mention it anyway)

This album mentions scent a bunch of times and I think it explains why it's such an important thing in their songs. Someone's scent can be a strong proof that they're there, next to you, even when you close your eyes and ears, it can be felt. It has no connection to the emotional side of the relationship though, it's just a physical proof of presence, something identifiable, but not solid. Once his lover leaves, the scent lingers for just a short moment, and this fixation on it shows to me the unwillingness to push beyond that physical aspect and truly make someone stay, make them feel welcome in his space, in his heart. Basically, he gets into relationships to feel less alone, to have someone by his side, but doesn't actually commit to making the other person feel like they have a place there beyond comforting him.

Basically, the album highlights the themes of loneliness in their previous songs and explains that it's the driving motivator for staying in toxic relationships, as well as simply seeking various connections, whether emotional or physical.

#my brain is fried im sorry i had to get this out of my system to function #onlyoneof #onlyoneof theory #seoul drift #seoul collection

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meili-sheep · 1 year

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Ah, an itch has been identified and now must be scratched readily. So a bombardment of "And They Were Roommates" headcanons and other related characters, but the neurodivergent edition.

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You cannot convince me that Zhongli's tendency to ramble isn't just enhanced infodumping.

Zhongli: I was told by Al-Haitham that you were deeply interested in Liyuen architectural styles from the older contemporary ages as of late.

Kaveh: (barely containing his excitement) Oh he did, did he?

Zhongli: Yes. So I am here to tell you about it as well as any other questions you may have. Do not hesitate to tell me if I am saying too much at once-

Kaveh: (with his completely undivided attention) You could never.

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Opposites do (not) attract and enhance each other unless placed under specific conditions. This applies to these two.

Kaveh: (needs to be engaged to be stimulated) Talk to me.

Al-Haitham: (needs peace and quiet to be stimulated) No.

Later . . .

Al-Haitham: (just read something interesting and must discuss it) Talk to me.

Kaveh: (deep into a bout of advanced hyperfocus and cannot get out of it) No.

Later still . . .

Kaveh: (suddenly thinks about something, blurting it out loud) What would you think about this?

Al-Haitham: (immediately responds to it, without ruminating on it) Well, I think . . .

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Bird really likes Diluc and Diluc really likes birds in general.

Bird: (in its own voice) To be honest with you, I don't know how I'm still sane after their arguments! You're one of the only people who understand me.

Diluc: (still in awe) Thanks for the compliment, but I've never encountered a bird in your genus specifically that could converse like this.

Bird: Feed me some more seeds, and I'll sing like a songbird in a cage. And uh, what's a 'genus' or whatever.

Diluc: Oh, well a genus is defined as-

He then does not stop for over an hour. Bird does not regret this, however, as he's genuinely invested in the explanation.

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Faruzan is absolutely neurodivergent and no one can change my mind.

Al-Haitham: You do realize that you aren't getting funding because no one in the Akademiya is really that interested in your field of study, right?

Faruzan: (rolls her eyes) Oh believe me, I'm very aware of this. But if I don't do it, who will? And to be quite honest with you, the batch of students in this day in age aren't willing to go the distance!

Al-Haitham: It's not like the standards have changed all that much in a century as far as I know, but I suspect that it's not the students themselves.

Faruzan: I mean, how hard is it to memorize the foundational basis of decoding encryptions and being able to translate them as well as solve them?

There is a reason she gets no funding. She does not get it.

Al-Haitham: (blinks once) That would take the average student a month. And that's being at the least.

Faruzan: (genuinely confused) Really? I don't get why it would take that long . . . I would be done within the week at the most.

Al-Haitham: Yes.

Faruzan: But it's just that simple! (slowly) It is just that simple, isn't it?

Al-Haitham: (dryly) I would also like to remind you that the complex mathematical puzzle you built is still on display as being one of the hardest things for an academic to crack.

Faruzan: Yeah, I still don't know why the Akademiya won't let me have that fidget back . . . I really liked that one too.

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Yeah, this is a lot. Like a lot. But to me, it just makes sense.

So full disclosure.

Sumeru, in my opinion. Is still not a better story than Liyue or Mondstadt. Inazuma had set the bar so low Sumeru barely needed anything to pass it. BUT where Inazuma was lacking in focus relating to the world and the traveler's goals. Sumeru had too much of that. The pacing was rather shit. But Sumeru so far, has my favorite batch of characters. Right next to Mondstadt.

Like in Inazuma, there are a lot of people I'm generally indifferent to. Like I like Kazuha, Ayato, and Heizou, but honestly, only Kazuha had story relevance. Liyue I like a lot of the characters, but I also hate a lot. And they generally have a lot of fluff characters. Like Ayato is a fluff character, so is Itto. For Liyue, they have Hu Tao, Shenhe, and Keqing. Like four stars? It doesn't matter their point in the story. You can put a 4-star as whatever you want. But 5-stars should be relevant.

For Sumeru, I really like everyone so far and how all the 5-stars are important to the story. Like I'd even make an argument for Nilou, as she was an attempt at adding more depth to the story with an argument for art in a society focused on knowledge. She didn't really work, but she had relevance to the themes. I can't really say that about the others like Ayato. Even Wander, who I HATE. I recognize has his importance to the story, and I feel there is going to be more (or rather, there should be more) with his action in the most recent patch.

So, In short, I don't like the story, but I like the Sumeru character, and I love working with their dynamics. (It also helps that there is like... conflict amongst the characters and everyone isn't just happy sing-along time like in Liyue) So I love seeing how other people view their dynamics too!

#just a little ramble #general genshin thoughts #Kinda of went on a side bar #but the more i honestly think #about Sumeru's story #the less i like it #but i still a good time because i liek teh characters #Which fuels my argument more that you should value your characters more in a story over plot and world building #but that's my opinion #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #al haitham #al haitham genshin #kevah #kaveh genshin #zhongli #morax #Faruzan #faruzan genshin

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FE7 Novelization Translation - Chapter 13 Section 3

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Chapter 13: Light (Section 3)

The next morning, at Ostia Castle…

In front of the throne room with no lord, Hector… and his retainer Oswin… stood frozen in silence. Hector's eyes were fixed on the throne with no one to sit upon it, and behind him, Oswin was looking down at the floor.

For a long while, all that could be heard within the room was the chirping of the early morning birds.

Finally, Oswin broke the silence. "Lord Hector… about Lord Uther…"

"If you're going to say what I think you're going to say, you don't have to. No matter how upset I get now, it won't bring him back… All I can do now is act normal so I don't worry Eliwood and everyone else."

"...You're right."

The official word was that Uther was away visiting Etruria, but in actuality, he had already left this world. His cause of death was a fatal illness… Hector's worries were right on the mark back when they were moving from the Black Fang's base to Bern's royal manse.

He'd had a gut feeling then that his brother might be ill.

Upon their return to Ostia Castle from the Dragon's Gate, Uther's face had not been pale just because of the news of Nergal's terrifying plans, but also because his illness had already progressed to a dire state.

Oswin told Hector of Uther's death the night before.

Hector said, eyes still on the throne, "Oswin. I… cannot forgive you right now. And not just you. Brother either. Why… Why did you hide everything? Am I… that untrustworthy?"

"...Lord Hector, you can hate me and insult me all you want. But… the only thing I do not want is for you to question Lord Uther's heart."

Oswin looked up at Hector's back and continued, "It was my final order from Lord Uther… Not to tell you about his death until a while after it had happened, under any circumstances."

"But why…?!"

"This is what Lord Uther wrote in his letter…" Oswin began to read Uther's letter, 'Hector follows his own feelings. If he has to choose between the world or his older brother, without hesitation… he will choose me. Though the words he says to me may be rough, we have no other siblings. There is no doubting how deeply he cares about me. But what do you imagine will happen if he has to choose between his friends and his brother? No matter which he chooses and which he abandons… He will blame himself… I can't bring myself to force him to make that decision.'

As Hector listened to Oswin, he bit his lip harder and harder.

"...Lord Uther was as worried as he could be about you. You and… Lord Eliwood as well, as he had just lost his own father. …Nothing else weighed so heavily on his heart…" Oswin stopped there, and left the room.

Even now that he was alone, Hector continued to stare at the throne. As if his late brother was still there…

"He really had the nerve to worry about me until his death… He was like that since we were kids… Even though I never relied on him for anything, he was always worried about me… Just like Father… he had this face, that looked like it knew everything…"

Hector rubbed his eye, but did not wet his finger with a single tear. 'Dammit…! Everything's the same as when Father died. Even though it's Brother this time…'

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Limstella was fully aware that they were not human, but one of Nergal's creations.

Nergal created puppets that would follow his will with utter loyalty - they were the morphs.

Sonia had believed she was human until her death, and was filled with a full range of emotions, from vanity to envy to jealousy.

But Limstella was different. Limstella simply acted. And every action they took was for their creator Nergal.

Limstella's body, heart, and emotions all moved only for Nergal. For that reason, Nergal called them his greatest creation. They did not overthink, nor were they swayed by their emotions. In everything, they followed his will exactly as he communicated it. That was his ultimate ideal.

And so, Limstella saw the encroaching Eliwood and his army as nothing more than quintessence to give to their lord.

They did not even consider them a nuisance to their lord.

They first cast a Fimbulvetr spell.

Eliwood's march was gaining momentum after having defeated their morph soldiers, but the ice magic they shot out from their sickly white hand was enough to slow him down.

Limstella had been made even more powerful by Nergal's magic. Though the spell granted them significantly more magical and physical strength, their body would be unable to withstand that extra power, and they would perish at dawn. That was what their lord and creator had told them.

His words rang through their head. "Is this truly what you wish for? Because it means you will die for me."

That was exactly what Limstella wanted.

Even though their inevitable death would be awaiting them after this battle, Limstella's heart did not change. If they still had time left to move, then they had time with which to give Nergal the quintessence of Eliwood and his allies.

Limstella used all of the power in their strengthened body, casting powerful spells in rapid succession and putting great pressure on Eliwood.

But the end came all too quickly.

Limstella gasped.

After casting yet another Fimbulvetr spell, they lost all control of their right arm. Having overexerted themself, their body that was supposed to make it to dawn already began to break down.

'I am… no longer of use to Lord Nergal…'

Eliwood was rushing directly towards them, having seen the opportunity to attack.

'Am I going to die, having not fulfilled my duty?' The thought that they would no longer be able to serve Nergal made Limstella feel an overwhelming sadness.

But they calmly said to themself, 'This sadness is also another of my lord's creations….'

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"...That was a harsh battle." Eliwood muttered as he wiped the sweat off his face.

They were now on the Dread Isle, in front of the Dragon's Gate. In this place where rocky mountains and an expansive forest stretched as far as the eye can see, their intense battle had unfolded against Limstella and their morph army.

Upon delivering the final blow to Limstella, they immediately turned to sand, and vanished into the wind without a trace.

Eliwood and his army had faced countless morphs. Even Hector, with all of his confidence in his physical strength, also looked tired as he said with a sigh, "I never thought we'd see the end of this.”

But they were not at the end just yet. Nergal was waiting at the Dragon's Gate.

Nils' sadness over the loss of his sister had now turned into anger, and he chose to fight together with Eliwood.

He glared at the Dragon's Gate and shouted, ”...I will never forgive you, Nergal!"

He was trying to fight against fate. Though the feelings Eliwood had in response were complex, Nils also reassured him.

Directly after Ninian passed, Nils was grieving so deeply that no one could even look at him, and he wouldn't eat a single bite of food.

When he was drowning in that despair and locked away inside his shell, Eliwood said, "You may never forgive me no matter how much I apologize, but please just listen to me now. At our current strength, we are no match for Nergal. …Still, we cannot give up, no matter what. So I want you to face our reality too. Even if you can't right now, that's okay… Just overcome your grief someday, and return to your old self… I'm sure that's what Ninian would want as well."

His words were what started to lift Nils out of the abyss of his sadness.

Eliwood now looked down at the recovered Nils, and, realizing that he did not know any details about dragons, blurted out, "Before we head to the Dragon's Gate… Nils, would you mind telling us about you and Ninian?"

"...Huh?'

"If you don't want to talk, then I have no intention of forcing you to…"

"...No, it's fine. I want all of you to know about Ninian and me…" Nils said, then began to tell their story. "One thousand long years ago… us dragons lost the war against the humans, and were chased out of this land."

With no place left to go and fully prepared to die, they used the Dragon's Gate to flee to another world.

As they passed through the hole in space and time, many of their friends died, but Ninian, Nils, and everyone else remaining managed to make it to another continent.

There were humans there as well, but their numbers were small, and so they did not declare an all-out war for hegemony like the humans of Elibe did. Though they did sometimes fight the humans in small conflicts, the dragons had found a place where they could live.

"Our lives there stabilized, but we started to become homesick for the land we came from… that was when we heard 'the voice.' In the other world, Ninian was a medium at the Dragon's Shrine, and someone who possessed great power. We were praying at the shrine together, just as we always did, when it happened… We heard a voice call out to us. It was the voice of a friend we'd known long ago… We knew we should not, but we opened the gate and came to this world anyway. We didn't realize that the voice was actually Nergal's…"

Nils' face twisted with the regret he still felt over the mistake he had made in the past.

"But something that contradicted Nergal's calculations happened. When we opened the gate… and came here, we lost nearly all of our powers. …We lost so much that now our quintessence is little more than that of the average human's. To lengthen our lifespans and be able to breathe the air of this world… we took on human forms, and converted our remaining power into a dragonstone."

But Nergal took that dragonstone, and attempted to use the siblings as tools to do with as he wished and summon the dragons.

They were not going to allow their friends to be put in danger because of their mistake. They desperately ran from Nergal not for their own sakes, but for their companions’.

They disguised themselves as a dancer and a bard as they fled across each country of Elibe. That was when they met Lyn, but right after the battles over Caelin's succession ended, they left her side. Lyn was so kind that they did not want her to concern herself with them any longer, and risk putting her in danger as well.

But when they parted ways with Lyn, they once again fell into Nergal's hands.

Just as they began to fall to despair, thinking that suicide would be their only way to truly escape… they met Marquess Elbert of Pherae.

"Lord Elbert was such a strong and good person… Even though he knew of our true forms and our full circumstances, he never blamed us. Rather, he tried to comfort us however much he could by telling us stories of his family back home. Both Ninian and I… came to love his wife and son as we listened to his stories.

"We had less than even a sliver of hope… but we had a feeling that his son… might be the one who would save us." Nils stopped his story there and looked up at Eliwood. "So please… please, Lord Eliwood! I believe in you! I will continue to protect you, even though Ninian is gone! That is what Ninian wished for. It is our wish as siblings. …Let's defeat Nergal! You are the only one who can do it!!"

"...Nils!" Nils' words touched the very depths of Eliwood's heart.

Though Eliwood had unknowingly killed his sister, Nils did not spite nor hate him, but believed in him.

Eliwood felt that he had to do whatever it took to live up to those expectations.

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#fire emblem #fe #fe7 #fire emblem 7 #the blazing blade #the blazing sword #lyn #lyndis #eliwood #hector #japan #japanese #translation #novelization #gba #game boy advance #light novel #fe7 novelization translation

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nora-of-the-stars · 8 months

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Unnecessary Headcanons about Bowser from Super Mario Movie

1st Edition: Songs

Because yesss and because this headcanon about this character doesn't leave me alone.

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»★Beautiful People, Here's The Ultimate Bowser Playlist

(I published the original on wattpad in one of my accounts)

»★Him favorite songs:

Welcome to The Jungle - Guns N' Roses

Bad Reputation - Joan Jett and The Blackhearts

I Want It All - Queen

The March of The Black Queen - Queen

Dream On - Aerosmith

I Wanna Rock - Twisted Sister

Natural - Imagine Dragons

Highway to Hell - AC/CD

Chop Suey! - System Of A Down

Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana

Othersite - Red Hot Chili Peppers

Zombie - The Cranberries

Paranoid - Black Sabbath

We Will Rock You - Queen

Nothing Else Matters - Metallica

Immigrant Song - Led Zeppelin

Warriors - Imagine Dragons

Hammer To Fall - Queen

Welcome to the Black Parade - My Chemical Romance

Bones - Imagine Dragons

Centuries - Fall Out Boy

In The End - Linkin Park

Walk - Pantera

Rock You Like A Hurricane - Scorpions

Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Tears for Fears

»★Songs that represent him:

Insane - Caleb Hyles version

It's My Life - Bon Jovi

Mr Bad Guy - Freddie Mercury (In the channel you will find the rock version in case you are interested)

Love Hurts - Nazareth

All Star - Smash Mouth, I was hesitating to put it here but I checked the lyrics and it would probably relate to this songI was hesitating to put it here but I checked the lyrics and it would probably relate to this song.

Livin' On A Prayer - Bon Jovi

»★The songs that he would dedicate to Peach (Or to Luigi):

Accidentally In Love - Counting Crows

How You Remind Me - Nickelback

Immortals - Fall Out Boy

House of Memories - Panic! At The Disco

I Want To Be Your Boyfriend - Hot Freaks

A Sky Full of Stars - Coldplay

Killer Queen - Queen

Love Of My Life - Queen

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

I Was Born to Love You - Queen's version has rock but Freddie Mercury's solo version has piano, so it's up to you.

Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Queen

Love Me Like There's No Tomorrow - Freddie Mercury and that goes to the guys who like to write sad things >:v

I Don't Want to Miss a Thing - Aerosmith

Always On My Mind - Elvis Presley

I Was Made of Loving You - KISS

One Last Breath - Creed

Again - Lenny Kravitz

Home Sweet Home - Mötley Crüe

Animal - Neon Trees

Everybody Talks - Neon Trees

Beggin' - Månezkin

I Wanna Be You're Slave - Månezkin

One Year Of Love - Queen

for him - Troye Sivan

I Think I Love You - Tenacious D, If it hadn't been for the Croods movie, I would never have met this beauty.

Wicked Game -Tenacious D, Based on a somewhat old song, and the perfect song for my mental scenarios with bowser lol

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This is a book of headcanons that I was telling you.

If there is any Latin, it will be easy for you to read this, but if not, you can use chrome to help you with the translation. It helps me to read fanfics.

#bowser #mario bros movie #the super mario bros movie #princess peach #super mario movie #king bowser #mario bros #super mario bros movie #nintendo #headcanon #multifandom #multifandom headcanons

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corpsebrigadier · 1 year

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What translation would you say is best for someone replaying after both psx and psp?

I'm of the opinion that both translations are flawed, that there are understandable reasons for any player to prefer either one of them, and that the PSP translation is undeniably more competent even if it clashes with some of my aesthetic sensibilities. Even though I am forever re-playing using the roughshod, terse PSX translation, I generally direct people to go to the PSP one if they want something that reads consistently and clarifies plot points.

If you're interested in fan translations/rewrites, I think that Sugnuf's translation is serviceable and a decent compromise between the PSX and PSP styles, even if it doesn't particularly compel me one way or the other personally. I don't know if a full mod has been put out replacing all the text with their work, but I know one was underway at one point at FFHacktics. As for Saudade Fantasy Tactics and Second Read (which I've blogged about here in the past)... I'm hesitant to recommend either without caveats given how far they diverge from the text/feel of the original game. They're definitely what I would consider fanfiction-adjacent projects and not translation mods, and you need to be prepared for some wild liberties with either. I like Saudade, personally, but it's a really goofy ride at points. While Second Read takes itself more seriously, I will say that I do not like most of the narrative alterations within it and I find the story it tells far less compelling than the original.

I think--overall--the PSP is a good pick to default to for most players in most situations, even if it isn't my personal fave.

#final fantasy tactics #fft

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ultkyu · 1 year

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૮₍ ˶ᵔ ˕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა . about me !

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♡ #1 | please be patient with me! I'm very slow to reply and even slower to actually post full works. if you want to get something right away, you've a better chance of a response if you just ask for my thoughts on it or for a small headcanon!

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♡ #7 | all sfw is implied/tagged gender-neutral reader, but any nsfw is implied/tagged fem and/or afab reader. I try to keep it as neutral-presenting as possible, but some details make that near impossible and I hope you can understand! I won't be writing male/amab reader, but almost anything besides that is up to your interpretation (unless details prove otherwise)

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#♡ peachie's picnic #♡ ultkyu #♡ about peachie — about me #♡ about peachie — dni/byi #♡ about peachie — rules

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hitoshiikigai · 3 years

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Foreign Feelings

anon request: Hiya there Sen!! I love your blog and i would love to read more of your writings. Can i request an imagine for being like a first year european shy student and becoming Nekoma’s manager, she slowly develops a crush for kenma but doesn’t know how to express her feelings because of language and because she thinks kenma won’t return her feelings

‪(o_ _)ﾉ彡☆ a/n 「i made it gender neutral, i hope that's ok and if it's not, i can change it to your liking! also, this is my first romance fic in my whole life, i hope it's satisfactory(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ i feel like i just forgot the slowly part-」

‪pronouns used: they/them

‪word count: 2.8k

You continuously repeat your introduction in your head as you wait for your turn. It's ok, you can do this, you've learnt this in basic Japanese lessons, it's just a few lines. Nothing too complicated!

The voice of the person behind you breaks the chant in your mind, "I'm Haiba Lev and..." Your thoughts block out the rest of his introduction. Is he a foreigner too? That name definitely does not sound Japanese but you note of his perfect pronunciation- a screech of a chair moving startles you and you're suddenly aware of the eyes of your new classmates staring right at you.

Sucking in a deep breath, you stand up, doing a bow, the Japanese words tumbling clumsily out of your mouth, "I'm (Y/N) (L/N)- no wait- (L/N) (Y/N), please just call me (y/n). Nice to meet all of you." You keep your eyes on your desk as you bow once again before sitting back down. You pretend not to notice the murmurs and sounds of interest about the two foreign students in their class, busying yourself by preparing your things for the lesson.

Mechanical pencil on the right. Pencil case right above your notebook. The ruler-

"Psst... Hey, you're not from Japan, right?" You turn around to meet glowing green eyes that somehow made you feel like you were looking into a cat's eyes instead. You nod and he grins in what you could guess as excitement. However, before he could say any more, he was cut off by the teacher signalling the start of class.

Maybe he's a potential friend?

After a few lessons of trying to keep up with the lessons taught in Japanese, your brain's finally granted with a break from trying to translate and you can't help the sigh that escapes you as you rest your cheek on your table, closing your eyes.

"Hey Y/N! Wanna have lunch with me?" You open your eyes to see your tall classmate looming over you- right, his name's Lev. Or should you call him Haiba?

You quickly weigh the pros and cons of eating with him. He seems like a nice person to be friends with and having a non-Japanese friend in this less-than-familiar country could definitely do you some good, maybe your Japanese can improve faster as well. But... you were planning to just find some nice quiet spot to listen to music in hopes of preventing the growing headache, a result of an overwhelming first day.

Well, there's no harm, you suppose... "Sure, I don't mind," you agree and you search for your wallet in your bag as Lev waits patiently.

Once he sees you're ready, he smiles widely and starts walking to the cafeteria most likely and you follow him, having to walk slightly faster to keep up.

"Where are you from? I'm half-Russian but I can't speak Russian. Oh! I know a few people here already! I visited the school before the school year started and made friends with people from the volleyball team. I'm actually gonna join the team once they start taking in applicants and-" Lev rambles on and you could only hum or nod, insert a few words of your own when he asks a question until you reach the cafeteria.

"Lev! Here! You're late!" You see a student with black messy hair that spikes up everywhere except for the fringe that covers his right eyes waving his arm. Lev bounds up to the table with you in tow and you can already see a few curious eyes examining you. Your gaze sweeps across the table, an uninterested guy playing with a switch catching your eyes a tiny fraction longer than the others before you look down at the floor, shuffling just a bit behind Lev, your current shield.

"This is Y/N, my new friend! They're not from Japan and I thought I could show them around," Lev claps his hands on your shoulders and moves you forward, putting you right in the spotlight.

Oh no. Ok, deep breaths. A simple introduction, no big deal. It's definitely a smaller group, better than a whole class.

"H-hi..." You clear your throat, cursing yourself mentally for the stutter, and repeat yourself with what you hope was a stronger voice. There's a chorus of greetings and before you even realise, you find yourself squished between Lev and a friendly-looking guy with a buzzcut, who you soon come to know as Kai, after a round of introductions.

How did you end up here? In a gym full of flying balls that could accidentally hit your face anytime? With your arms full of water bottles that you just filled up? You definitely did not sign up for this... Ok, well technically you did, you just didn't know what was in store. Try being a manager just for one practice, they said. Somehow, it feels like you were tricked somewhere along the line.

You hand the water bottles to the boys, jolting slightly when your hand unintentionally brushes against Kenma's. He thanks you quietly and you only nod in acknowledgment, avoiding any form of eye-contact with him and quickly moving on to hand the rest of the water bottles out before going back to the sidelines to watch.

It's really amazing watching them play. Everyone seems so coordinated with each other and the teamwork is seamless. Despite that, there are a few individuals that pique your interest: Yaku who seems to be able to teleport anywhere in the court, Lev with his tall and powerful stature, and more importantly, Kenma with his smart plays. It's like he calls the game, dictating where and how the ball goes and it's a whole experience observing him. Of course, the other members are amazing in their own ways, watching the team play is like watching a well-oiled machine working.

"How are you, Y/N?" Kai asks from beside you, wiping his sweat and giving you a warm smile.

You peel your eyes away from the quiet setter to answer Kai, and also to make sure you aren't caught staring at the certain player, "It's..." You try to find the correct words in your brain as Kai waits patiently for your answer. "It's nice... to watch. Everyone's good." You blush in embarrassment at the simple words you used, not having the full vocabulary to communicate what you really want to say. Kai, being the angel he is, makes a noise of approval and gives another warm smile which at least make you relax.

"If you need help with anything, you can ask any of us," he tells you before going back to the courts. You bow to him which he only waves off, laughing amiably.

After attending a few more practice sessions and having lunch with the team almost every break, you've grown a bit more comfortable with them, especially with Kai and Yaku, along with Lev. The team always tried their best to use simpler words whenever they spoke to you and you're definitely grateful for their efforts. However, there's just one person you've barely interacted with:

Kozume Kenma.

The third years obviously noticed the lack of interaction, especially Kuroo and he made it his own personal mision to try to get the two of you to talk to each other more, albeit with many difficulties.

"Come on, Kenma. You don't think I don't notice you paying attention anytime Y/N talks? You're not exactly very slick, you always pause your games just for Y/N," Kuroo nudges Kenmas side with his elbow which Kenma slaps away in irritation.

"Shut up Kuroo."

Kuroo leans in closer to Kenma, "You can't tell me you don't notice Y/N staring at you during practice? Blushing whenever you're 5 metres away from each other? Or when-"

"Kuroo, please just shut up," Kenma groans and glares at his switch, clicking away at the buttons and suppressing the urge to scream in anger as the words 'GAME OVER' flash on the screen. Instead, he closes his eyes, inhaling deeply before letting out a long sigh.

Kuroo smiles knowingly before his eyes shift over to something behind Kenma.

"Kuroo-senpai? Kenma-senpai? Has Kai-san arrived yet? I need to ask him something..." Kenma stiffens as your soft voice reaches his ears. He bristles at the 'senpai' title attached to his name, wanting you to just rid of the honorific altogether. He was supposed to tell you, in fact, he had been wanting to tell you to just refer to him casually just like everyone does but he never got the chance. How could he when your conversations only last 30 seconds long each time?

Jump. Jump. Duck. Ju- GAME OVER.

He pressed down his buttons more aggressively, a frown slowly forming on his face. Why couldn't he be more talkative? Why is talking so hard? Why is talking to YOU so hard? Lev does it so easily, Kai too, and Yaku and... and just everyone in the team but him.

You stare in concern as you watch Kenma play angrily with his game and you look to Kuroo for answers only to be met with a shrug.

"Yaku will be running late, some class meeting or something," Kuroo stands up and stretches, walking out of the gym, "Meanwhile, I'll go get my things."

The sounds from Kenma's game filled up the awkward silence and you take a moment to steel yourself, walking towards Kenma. "A-are you okay, Kenma-senpai? You look... angry?" At your question, Kenma's fingers still and the sounds suddenly stopped.

Kenma looks up at you and places his switch on his lap before looking away. "I'm okay... I'm not angry." He mumbles and you smile in relief at his words. "Do you want to play?" He suddenly offers his switch to you and you blink in shock, never really having known or seen him to ever share his switch with someone, simply rejecting anyone- save for that tangerine boy from another school- who tried to even get their hands on his beloved switch.

Noticing your hesitance, he places the gadget on the bench, between the two of you, letting you take your time. You look back to search for anything that will clue you in if he doesn’t actually want to do this, but finding none, you gingerly take it, careful not to drop it or at least try to not leave any embarrassingly sweaty fingerprints. You feel Kenma shifting closer to you to get a closer look at the screen and you don’t know if you feel lightheaded from him being the closest he has ever been that you can actually feel body heat radiating from him or from forgetting to breathe. Trying to focus on the little digital character instead and your fingers clumsily hitting the buttons, a contrast to the way his nimble fingers moved with muscle memory.

And if you felt butterflies in your stomach as he occasionally positioned your fingers on the correct button, the butterflies immediately flew away the moment Lev walks in the gym and you were left with just tingling fingers.

You cradle the box of apple pie you bought in a rush from the bakery, trying to tidy up the ribbon you tied around it to make it more presentable. You had asked Kai about what Kenma liked because you knew there was no way you could write or even say anything close to romantic in Japanese, so you figured out you could give him little gifts, you know, actions soeak louder than words, that kinda thing? As you think of the many ways you could say something wrong by declaring your feelings to him in a foreign tongue like unknowingly saying something ridiculous, or stupid, or even worse, something dirty! Lev’s incessant teasing and mock-kissing noises only stopped when you reached the gym.

“Oh? Y/N-chan, who’s that apple pie for, I wonder,”Kuroo gives you a knowing look and blatantly stares at Kenma, who just seems unbothered. You try to reason yourself that he was only concentrating on his game. Ignoring Kuroo, you take a tentative step towards Kenma, making sure you’re in his line of sight before thrusting the box to him, “For you Kenma… Uh, enjoy it!” You blurted out before brisk walking to the equipment room to take refuge, not even waiting for his reaction.

You hear the muffled shouts of the boys and you can imagine them crowding Kenma. You wince in sympathy.

During the whole practice, you had to deflect the many looks and questions the boys gave you. Thankfully, Kai managed to stop them before it got too much. A godsend. Before any of them could corner you after practice, you zoomed past the gym doors the moment you were done with your manager duties, forgetting that you had barely paid any attention to Kenma the whole time.

“Lev, do you know who’s this from?” You ask Lev, holding up the canned drink that was left on your table.

“Oh, that’s from Kenma. He came here earlier to place it there. He honestly could’ve just asked me to pass it to you but he said I would lose it or something. How mean,” Lev huffs but you can only focus on the fact that Kenma went through efforts to make sure you received it.

“Thank you for the apple pie yesterday. It was really nice,” Kenma took a seat beside you, on the same bench you first played his switch together.

“T-thank you for the drink! It’s my favourite,” you smile shyly. The corner of his lips curl up, just ever so slightly, which you think was the trick of the light.

Kenma gives his switch to you, now a weekly routine for the both of you on days he finishes class earlier. The distance between you and him grew smaller and smaller until your elbows brush against his at any slight movement.

This is it. This is the moment. You made a mental deal with yourself a week ago. If you win this level today, the one where you always lose, you’ll confess to him and if you don’t, you’ll simply leave your feelings hidden and buried deep in the safe in your heart.

Your eyebrows furrow in concentration, refusing any help from Kenma (Kenma just ignored the tiny sting in his heart when you did).

In the meantime, Kenma takes the chance to watch you, sharp, feline eyes studying your features. The stray baby hairs peeking out after a long school day, the slight sheen on your skin from the hot and humid gym, the determination in your eyes. Determination? To beat the level? He restrains himself from chuckling at your cuteness. This felt very different when he watches Shouyo play his video games. Kenma just really feels different any time he’s around you.

You abruptly stand up and cheer, “I did it! Kenma, look!” You show him the screen with the words ‘MISSION COMPLETE’ flashing repeatedly on the screen. You grinned widely at him and he smiles back in fondness.

Suddenly, you go all quiet, which concerned Kenma. “I have something to tell you.” At that, he tilts his head, urging for you to go on.

“I… IlikeyouKenma!” Your words end up being stringed together but from the widening of his eyes, he mostly likely understood.

“You do?”

You nod with pink dusting your cheeks, your fingers fiddling with the ends of your blouse. You’re prepared to get rejected, maybe even move back to Europe and never show your face to him again. And if not, at least you could quit the manager position to avoid any future confrontations with him.

“I like you too, Y/N,” he replies softly, but it was definitely audible in the quiet gym.

And if all else fails- wait what? This time, it’s your turn to look at him wide-eyed, processing what he just said.

“Y/N! Did you leave me for your boyfriend?!” The doors burst open with Lev boisterously shouting, Yaku walking calmly behind him with a twitching eyebrow.

You backpedal away from Kenma, dropping the switch in surprise and you scramble to pick it up, saying a stream of apologies to him, wiping away the dust and checking for any cracks.

Yaku, being more aware of the mood, kicks the back of Lev’s knees, adding a smack to the back of the head for good measure, hissing, “Shut up, you idiot!”

You make eye contact with Kenma before bursting into giggles, him just letting out a snort. You’re just glad you managed to confess before Lev could confess for you.

[1 New Message]

Kenma: wanna beat the next level after practice? you can come over to my house for dinner

You: yes! i’d love to!

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bijoumikhawal · 2 years

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For the fic thing! How did they start having lunch anyway? (Because that is a GREAT question)

This is actually probably gonna end up being for your literature discussion thing going on though i started writing it before lol

So, we do we know about Julian? He's a nerd. He knows enough about Bajoran composers to confidently say he finds certain ones derivative, and he shares that opinion with Kira to try and bond. He also fails, and is a pretty lonely person. After a few weeks of this, perhaps the offer of enjoyable company from a certain old queen tailor comes to mind, who surely enjoys art. Featuring, Julian being quite bit of a horndog

Julian planned it carefully. He had a pair of uniform trousers that had been ordered a bit too long and a bit too loose in the waist, and he would take those down to Garak and get them fitted, and then he would casually go, oh I was wondering what you know about human literature, and it would all seem natural. This went well until the fitting part. Julian hasn't factored in that since Garak didn't have his measurements and Julian did not keep them, that Garak would need to take them. Which is how he ended up staring down at a head of glossy black hair as Garak knelt by his feet. Concurrent thoughts about saving that imagery for later, how that couldn't be good for his knees, and so on mixed together. "Something on your mind, Doctor?" "Ah- yes. How could you tell?" "You don't seem the type to be quiet for so long." Garak glanced upwards to give him a sly look. Julian felt embarrassment curling up in the space between his shoulder blades. "I don't- sorry if I've annoyed you." This might've been a mistake already. Garak rose as though he wasn't at least 40, by Julian's shaky estimation. "Oh, hardly. Cardassians consider conversation to be an art form, and so far you're passable." There was a tease to it, but as was often the case, Julian couldn't tell if he was in on the joke or not. "Now that I have your measurements, considering what other work I have to do, your pants should be ready in two days. I'll send you a message once they're finished as a reminder." Julian nodded, and hesitated, letting Garak turn away from him. "Garak." He turned again- full body, and Julian wondered if the neck structures of Cardassians made it so they couldn't turn their heads so easily. "Yes, doctor?" "You mentioned being glad to make an open minded friend after you met me." "I said an 'interesting friend', to be precise." Still that indication of humor. Julian wrestled his nerves back into place. "Though I did also call you open minded." Julian decided that he was meant to be in on the joke, then. "Yes, well, I don't have an edeitic memory, so pardon my lapse." He tried to inject humor into it from his end as well. "As it were, I was wondering if you yourself would be open minded to some artistic discussion with a friend." Garak blinked at him in a very slow, deliberate way that reminded Julian faintly of a housecat. "What sort of art, doctor?" "I'm wiling to discuss anything- music, literature, calligraphy, paintings, architecture." He'd prefer not to discuss architecture, but he understood it well enough. "Though perhaps, since I asked, I should ultimately pick the first work." Garak turned away from him again and set down his sizing scanner. Anxiety began to well again, before he suddenly spoke. "Literature. No poetry- I doubt we share a language that contains anything decent, and I cannot bear translated poetry. You can tell me your choice when you pick these," he held up the offending trousers, "up in a few days." "Any requests?" Garak turned- just his torso this time, which did nothing to disprove his theory- and had a slight smile. "Since you inquired about my open mindedness, bring something Terran."

#Cipher talk #Ds9 #The publishable title is probably going to be Jacaranda #Because they're associated with universities and there's an Egyptian cultural magazine named after them #And if people can say Julian's eyes are hazel and shit I can say Garak's are Jacaranda blue #I've been toying with adding Garak pov too #Which will just be a lot of depression. Tbh.

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sidhelives · 3 years

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Between Rocks and Hard Places

Written for something we decided to call "Loghanuary"

I really like Loghain, I just do. I just want other people to appreciate Hero's favorite murder uncle the way I do. In pursuit of this I present a study on Loghain and Cousland's interactions following his Joining at the Landsmeet:

Full text under the break.

Loghain considered himself an intelligent man. Perhaps not the genius some history books made him out to be, but smart, a problem solver, someone who excelled at reading a situation and acting accordingly. So it was with great frustration that he found himself at a loss as to what game the Warden was playing at as they marched south from Denerim.

Her companions had been understandably distant, throwing him veiled distrustful looks as they traveled, or in the older mage's case, openly hostile glares. But the girl, the Warden, had been amiable towards him: making sure rations were evenly divided in his favor, ensuring he was acquainted with and understood their plans, even gracing him with the occasional smile under sad grey eyes. He didn't trust Wardens in the best of circumstances, and his current situation was far from what he would call the best. So what was she doing?

Perhaps she had intended him to die in the Joining ritual. Appease Anora by not outright executing him but still have him done with. Perhaps his survival was a fluke in her plans and now she had to find a new method to dispose of him. He watched the back of her auburn head as they walked, her hair cropped unflatteringly short sometime between the Landsmeet and their departure early the next morning, and chewed over the question.

At dusk they found a secluded clearing off the road, setting up tents and building fires in an uncomfortable silence. He felt eyes on his back, animosity less disguised than it had been on the road, waiting for him to flee like a coward or attack like a cornered feral dog: to prove himself the monster that they believed him to be.

But Loghain was not a coward, and thanks to the Warden, he had nowhere to run.

He was already dead.

So he sat on a fallen log away from the others and ignored their withering glances, sharpening and polishing his blade, although it did not need it. The ritual was familiar, and the practiced motion slowly relaxed the tension from his shoulders and back.

As he worked over the steel, he slowly came to realize he was no longer alone, the repeated sound of whetstone against steel covering the sound of her feet approaching. Loghain inwardly cursed his inattention, though regarded with bitterness that if his travel companions wished his death his reaction time would likely not do much to save him. She didn't speak, standing just behind his elbow, but he could feel her watching him with her sad grey eyes.

"You're very light on your feet for a warrior." He said by way of greeting, breaking the strange silence she carried with her. "I take it that was your mother's influence. Bryce was never what anyone would call subtle."

The girl seemed to start, eyes focusing on him like she'd only just noticed his presence."You knew my parents."

"Of course I knew your parents, girl." He remembered her too, the tall, lanky girl with the long red braid who so often ended up playing the dragon to Cailan's heroic prince when Anora insisted on being the captured damsel.

She hesitated, almost turned to go, then stopped, her hands dancing around her hips where weapons would have sat were she armed. A nervous habit, he concluded, similar to his own itchy palms in moments of stress. Loghain ran a rag over his greatsword and returned it to its sheath, setting the weapon aside as he waited for her to reach the conclusion of whatever internal conflict she seemed to be struggling with.

"Walk with me?" It was phrased as a question, which surprised Loghain. The girl had every right to order him to do whatever she wished and he would have expected her to revel in it. Instead, she demurely requested his acquiescence, which only acted to further his suspicions.

"Why?" He grunted, making no move to stand.

"I need to check the perimeter for darkspawn."

They both knew that her response did not truly answer his question. He signed in resignation. "I assume you'd prefer I did not bring my weapon."

She shrugged. "If it makes you more comfortable to have it, go ahead."

Loghain didn't realize that his face had reacted to her blatant show of faith until her brows pulled down in response, the stern, challenging look she had worn in the Landsmeet flashing in her eyes. "You're not going to kill me, Loghain."

She was not afraid, not of him and, he suspected, not of anything.

He left the greatsword where it lay.

On his feet, he saw that the Circle Mage, Wynne, was watching their exchange with barely contained fury shimmering behind her eyes. She didn't like him, that was very clear, but he wondered which of his innumerable sins she took offense with in particular. The Warden waved to the woman, flashing a smile that very clearly stated she was fine and needed no mothering, then started walking, trusting that he would follow.

For several minutes the air was dominated by the sound of their feet moving through long grass and past the occasional rustling shrub as she led him just beyond the tree line where the camp was obscured. Then she cleared her throat. Loghain took his eyes off the path ahead to glance at her, but she wasn't looking at him, attention focused on the trees around them with such intensity that he suspected she wasn't seeing them at all.

"Can you tell me about them? My parents." Her voice was small, like a wounded bird. Even as a child she had been confident and loud, proud, and honest to a fault. At the Landsmeet she had displayed much the same, her demeanor a dizzying echo of her father at times. This, whatever it was, was unfamiliar to him and he approached it with the same caution he would a suspected ambush.

"What do you want to know?" He grumbled, pushing aside a branch ahead of him.

"I haven't spoken to anyone who really knew them since this whole thing began. No one here had ever even met them, and Eamon… I think he wanted to spare my feelings, there was always something more pressing to discuss when I tried to bring them up."

"Something that would benefit him, I would wager." The disdain in Loghain's voice was tempered with age. "Eamon has always been more concerned with his own ambitions than anyone else's feelings."

She swallowed, head nodding slightly to confirm his assertion. "And Fergus… I don't even know if Fergus is alive or if he knows." She took a deep breath, swallowing down emotion. "Did you know them well?"

This, Loghain understood. The girl's life and her freedom had been ripped away in one horrific moment, and after that her existence had been one increasingly terrifying nightmare after another, into which he had played no small part. She wanted normalcy, she wanted to mourn, she wanted to be, for just a moment, the daughter of Bryce and Eleanor Cousland rather than The Warden.

"I did. I was honored to consider your parents my friends, for a time. They were good people. It was—” he stopped, his face falling back into a grimace. It would be best to avoid bringing up their death. The fact that he had not known about Howe’s involvement at the time did not mean he didn’t bear culpability for it, or that she wouldn’t blame him. She looked at him inquiringly and he quickly went on to cover the near flub. "Bryce— your father was brash and bold, like you are. He was decisive and could be a real pain in the ass when he set his mind to something. I and a lot of other people respected him for it. He cared in a way a lot of Lords don't."

Loghain saw a small smile turn one side of her lips before she spoke. "He fought in the rebellion for this land and these people, he said it wouldn't be right not to keep fighting for them."

Loghain nodded. That sounded like the Bryce Cousland he knew: a man of noble ideals that didn't always translate with the way the world functioned. He wondered absently how different his Civil War would have gone had Bryce and Eleanor been alive for it, if it would have happened at all. He afforded the girl another look. She would have been spared her fate had Howe not betrayed her family, but where would that have left the world?

"What about my mother?"

“Eleanor was a force of nature. Even as a lady at court she never lost the raider she was raised to be. Fiercely loyal to her family and those she considered friends and vicious when she thought they were in jeopardy." He chuckled, finding himself drawn into his memories of the Couslands. "Getting on Bryce's bad side was stupid, getting on Eleanor's bad side was suicide."

"She wanted me to be a lady, a real lady, in fancy frocks hosting dinner parties and laughing prettily at the jokes of lesser lords." She shook her head, hair falling into her eyes. "I had no interest in the things I was supposed to. I climbed trees with Cailan to avoid Anora’s tea parties, I ripped and ruined every dress she put me in. My needlework was atrocious." She smiled and her eyes seemed to shimmer, though with laughter or tears Loghain couldn't tell. "I embroidered her a handkerchief once, it was the most hideous thing you ever laid eyes on, and she carried it every day."

"They loved you very much." He commented, unsure of what to say.

That seemed to be the right thing.

"They did." She smiled warmly at him. "Thank you for humoring me."

He bristled slightly at her gratitude. "No thanks are necessary."

"Thank you, regardless."

It had to be a game, a ploy of some kind. No one was as generous as she behaved. No one who lived through what she had could be so kind. His mind slipped back into the roundabout circle of trying to determine what she wanted from him, what the point of it all was, as they continued their walk of the perimeter.

"Do you have any questions for me?" She asked suddenly, pushing through brush two steps ahead of him. "About the Warden thing or anything else?"

The number of questions he had for her was innumerable, more than could be asked in a short meander, and asking too many, displaying his ignorance and confusion, would be unwise until he figured out her end goal. "I have one," he said, voice flat. The one which pressed most heavily against him and the answer to which was worth more to him than the asking would give. "Why spare me?" The question had been bouncing around his brain ever since the Landsmeet, ever since the Bastard had furiously demanded his death, and the girl, looking for all the world like her Mother, firmly refused him.

“You’re a capable warrior and a brilliant tactician.” She answered quickly, face as lacking in affect as his own. “You can do more good as a Warden than you can dead.”

He nodded condescendingly. “That’s a perfectly reasonable justification, and I’m sure Eamon was thoroughly convinced by it.”

“But you’re not.” One corner of her mouth inclined slightly. She sighed, feet stalling as her hands once again danced restlessly around her hips. “When I was a little girl, while my mother fussed over my etiquette, my father would tell me stories about the rebellion. About how he met my mother, about King Maric and Queen Rowan, about the rebel queen who I was named for. He told me all about the Battle of West Hill, the Battle of Denerim Harbor, and all the skirmishes he fought in.” She took a breath and Loghain found his palms had become itchy. He knew where this was headed, and he was no longer sure it was a conversation he wanted to be involved in.

“And he told me stories about the Hero of River Dane.” She shook her head gently. “A man who had the most humble beginnings and risked everything to fight for what was right, to save his people from oppressors. I remember telling my father that’s what I want to be. I don’t want to be someone’s wife, I don’t want to be a lady, I want to be a hero like Loghain Mac Tir.”

Loghain swallowed to wet his suddenly dry mouth. “I fear that I turned out to be a disappointing idol.”

She fixed him with an intense, steely look. “I spared you because I believe you’re still the Hero of River Dane. You’re still a man who does what he thinks is right and what he thinks is necessary for the good of his country. You were just wrong about what was right."

He searched her eyes in vain for some sign of deception, something to prove that this was an act. Anything to offset the gut-punch of guilt radiating out from the pit of his stomach. He had labeled her a traitor, accused her of regicide, sent assassins and worse after her, and yet she still believed he was a good man. Loghain wasn't sure himself if he believed that, but this girl truly did.

"If I may say so, I think you grew into a fine lady, even without the frocks." Loghain's voice was muted, his usual lack of emotion quavering slightly as the words slipped from his lips. The startled expression and subtle flush she gave him spoke volumes to her surprise at such a compliment.

"I would never have expected you to think so." The comment was only half voiced, more to herself than to him. Loghain's thoughts again ricocheted to the various torments his choices and actions had subjected her to. Intermingled with the shame was a small voice that insisted this was a slip, that she had been attempting to goad him in some way and that his response had stymied her attempt at confrontation. He latched onto the voice, watching her expression for any evidence that he could use to strengthen it.

“You never seemed to like me much,” She remarked thoughtfully, smiling sadly, her eyes on the forest floor ahead of her.

Loghain gaped at her, his hope of some illicit motivation for their conversation shriveling. He quickly wiped the emotional response from his features and cleared his throat. “What makes you say that?”

She shrugged, tossing him a sheepish glance over her shoulder. "You were always nearby when we played, keeping one eye on us no matter what else was going on. I remember how gentle you were with Anora, like a completely different man than you were with my father and the king. And Cailan, you treated him like he was already King even though he was only ten." She chuckled at the memory, then sobered. "But me… it was like I didn't exist."

Loghain's tongue felt heavy. Maric would have laughed at him were he around to see it. The great Loghain Mac Tir, who less than twenty-four hours prior had been actively seeking this girl's death, was now fumbling for a way to explain his indifference to her as a child without hurting her feelings. “It’s not that I didn’t like you. You were…” He struggled for words, rubbing his eyes with one hand. "You were an obstacle."

She blinked at him. “A ten-year-old girl was an obstacle?”

He sighed. "You probably don't know, why would you, that Cailan and Anora were not promised to each other at birth. Maric wasn't overly concerned with his son's future until many years after the Queen's death. I was never overly concerned with the issue myself because the situation seemed straight forward. The moment I had a daughter there was no question in my mind that she would marry Maric's son. But then the Couslands brought their daughter to court." He stalled, rubbing his itchy palms against his thighs. "You were the right age, pretty, and you and Cailan got along like thieves. More than any of that were your parents' political ties. The Couslands are an old, well-respected family and the Mac Eanraig clan has ties all over Thedas. That's a lot for the daughter of a farmer to compete with. I was suddenly concerned for my daughter's future, and you, child though you were, were the thing which stood in the way of her advancement."

"But Maric was your best friend." The girl listened with enraptured eyes, their walk halted entirely by her interest.

"It says much about your view of the world that you think that would be the end of it. There was a fair amount of pressure on Maric to match his boy with such a well-connected bride. Bryce and I shouted at each other for hours, several times we nearly came to blows." Loghain's face contracted into a frown. "In the end, the King made his decision, and Bryce stopped bringing you to court. I have always suspected that were it not for Maric's love for me, you would have sat the throne beside Cailan."

She was quiet, studying the ground at her feet, then she laughed bitterly. “I didn’t know that.” She laughed again, the sound sounding very much to Loghain like a sob.

“Why is that funny?”

“That’s twice I was almost queen.”

The defeat in her voice was palpable, a sudden wet sheen on her eyes making Loghain uncomfortable. He had of course known that she and the Bastard had been engaged to be married, Eamon didn’t keep his plans close enough for word not to get back to him in Denerim, but had not taken time to consider the situation following his Joining. Doing so it was obvious: the Bastard's anger with her at the Landsmeet, her hastily sheared hair, their abrupt departure from Denerim, the sadness she could not seem to shake from her eyes.

"He left you," he said as realization dawned.

She nodded and shook a shuddering breath, turning away from him. Her shoulders began to quiver and he could hear her gulping down gasping breaths as she suppressed tears.

Loghain didn't know what to do. This strange, impossibly kind girl, who in a matter of minutes he had come to feel so responsible for, was in pain, again, because of him.

"Hero," he said her name softly, reaching out one hand for her shoulder. His fingertips brushed the smooth leather of her jerkin and she spun to look at him with red-rimmed tear-filled eyes. He didn't know what she saw in his face, but she threw herself against his chest, arms thrown around his neck, pressed her face into the rough linen of his gambeson, and began to sob.

Loghain stiffened, arms held out from his sides, and internally panicked. He did not deal well with emotional women in normal circumstances, and what Hero had gone through was far from normal. He considered what he would do if it was Anora soaking his armor with her tears. Since killing the man responsible wasn't an option, he instead put his arms around her and gently patted her back.

She quieted, sobs receding to sniffles, and laid her cheek against his chest, making no move to extract herself from his inept embrace. "He— he said I cared about doing what was right— more than I loved him." She managed between shuddering breaths.

Loghain closed his eyes and let out a quiet sigh. "Because you didn't execute me." Another thing he had taken from her.

She nodded.

His mouth felt dry, lungs empty. “I’m sorry.”

He felt her head shake gently against his chest, sniffing again. “You don’t need to apologize.”

“I do.” He responded firmly.

Hero pulled back from him, wiping her eyes with her wrist. When she looked up at him her eyes were still wet, but they were hard. “I made a choice. That isn’t your fault, Loghain.”

“A choice you wouldn’t have had to make if I had made a different one.”

“We all made choices.” She said in what he had come to recognize as her Warden tone. “You chose to quit the field at Ostagar, I chose not to kill you. We each have to accept the consequences of those decisions, but you bear no responsibility for those that I made.” She took a deep breath, deflating slightly, her attention drifting away from his face. “Alistair has his own consequences to deal with.”

“ Alistair is an idiot.” He sneered. She laughed, the sound muffled through her lips, and glanced back up at him with grateful eyes. Loghain put a hand on her shoulder. “I would rather be accused of putting what is right above all else, than valuing vengeance more than those closest to me.”

Tears welled up in her eyes again as she smiled. "Thank—"

Loghain cut her off with a raised eyebrow and she laughed again, properly wiping her eyes dry. "We should get back," she said, voice as casual as Loghain could remember it, and her pale grey eyes clear.

"Before they all assume I've murdered you and set fire to the forest," Loghain responded with a grim nod.

"I'm sure they wouldn't go that far," Hero retorted flippantly.

As they emerged from the treeline they found Wynne waiting for them, arms crossed and face screwed up with worry. Her expression broke seeing Hero and she puttered to the girl's side like a matronly schoolmistress.

"There you are, I was beginning to get worried— oh." Her movement stuttered. "My dear, have you been crying?" The mage threw a dark look at Loghain.

"It's nothing, Wynne. We were just—" she faltered slightly and Loghain deduced that she was not yet ready to discuss her separation from the Bastard King openly yet.

"Hero requested that I accompany her on her walk of the perimeter, we spoke of the late Teyrn and Teyrna." Loghain volunteered soberly. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a wave of relief pass momentarily over Hero's features.

Wynne raised a suspicious eyebrow at his use of the girl's name, then turned her attention back to Hero, giving her a motherly, inquiring look.

Hero nodded, confirming Loghain's words. "I'm afraid I got a little choked up on the subject, but it was good to speak to someone who knew them." She gave him a glance that spoke volumes to her appreciation for his discretion.

Wynne's shrewd eyes flicked between the two of them, then she sighed, her arms relaxing to her sides. "I understand completely, Dear Heart. But you must come sit by the fire and get warm, you'll catch cold and even I can't help with one of those." She slid an arm around Hero's shoulders and evacuated her from Loghain's presence as quickly as she could while still appearing considerate to the girl's apparent esteem for the man.

As she was hurried away, Hero looked over her shoulder at Loghain and smiled.

Loghain remembered that smile. More than fifteen years ago it had shone on the face of a little girl who declared, wooden sword held high, she would slay the dragon and save the kingdom.

She would, he knew.

And he would help her, in whatever way he could.

#fanfiction #dragon age #dragon age origins #loghain mac tir #hero cousland #wynne #grief #enemies to friends #murder uncle

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uesugi-miu · 5 years

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We've now come to an end~

Firstly let me say that I was so happy translating Kageie. I'm so proud of him, I'm so proud of being the Uesugi and I'm so proud of myself.

I will not put his other ends so...another 1-2 years in SLBP maybe...and when his MS released in SLBP, May anyone find missing details or additive informations or even alternate translation here.

Thanks to anyone who interested or like my translation. ❤️❤️❤️

:: Kageie MS #19 ( END ) ::

Miu : 「......Yes.」

Kageie : 「Babbling again huh, Yocchan.」

Miu : 「Are you fine with it?」

Kageie : 「With what?」

Miu : 「About Matsumoto-san...I heard you stop him from leaving......」

Kageie : 「So you heard that too...Really, Yocchan is such a pain......」

Kageie-san steps on his long shadow, lets his feeling show with a sudden smile.

He's seemingly sad but acts just like he's already get over it.

Kageie : 「In this world, people whose parents were killed is not only me. You too. Didn't your farther die in the battlefield?」

Miu : 「That's correct but......」

My dad was not killed before my very eyes......

The sorrow somehow remains in my heart but still, I have my mom and also Yahiko.

My words just can't get out of my mouth. Kageie-san senses it so he looks at me and nods.

Kageie : 「If you pity me, stop it. It's common thing, happened in every corner in the world such this. There's nothing special about it.」

Miu : 「......It may happen everyday but for someone in the family...each and every life is special, isn't it? Your parents and your brother too...For Kageie-san, their lives are irreplaceable, isn't that what you feel?」

( That's why even now, he still holds his brother's amulet so dear and also built that gravestone. )

Kageie : 「......」

Kageie-san says no more. He's only coughing to clear his throat once then giving me a grin and uses one of his hand tousles my hair affectionately.

( Kageie-san...... )

He says nothing at all but even so I can perceive that our feeling communicated.

This person's heart that I never seems to understand. I know now that I've already gotten through even if it's just a little.

( That alone is enough...I'll keep getting closer, little by little, as long as I'll get to know more...... )

I stick even closer, try never to let our two shadows separated. Kageie-san also holds my hand, enveloping mine in his.

At the alleyway before reaching the mansion, we see small shadows.

( Eh? There...those kids...... )

Those kids that closed to Kageie-san.

They're crouching down, forming a circle as they're setting up strategy.

When they noticed us, they stand and move our way rapidly.

( Urgh...What will they do now...... )

Unconsciously, I put myself on guard. Since last time, they came to throw stones at the mansion's wall. Kageie-san's awared of the hole in the wall too.

The children stand before us and holding out their hands without any hesitation.

Within those small hands are...cucumbers, eggplants and many vegetables.

Kageie : 「Why...all these.」

Boy 1 : 「As an apology.」

Kageie : 「What apology?」

Boy 1 : 「Our dads told us to apologize because we all treated you as a traitor......」

Boy 2 : 「Even though I knew Kageie is a good guy but I...I still doubted you. Please forgive me!」

Girl 1 : 「Please forgive us!」

Everyone bows down their heads all at once. Quietness goes on for a little while.

Kageie-san then addresses the children over their heads with his serious look.

Kageie : 「One condition required.」

Boy 1 : 「Eh......!」

The children raise up their faces one by one, showing their uneasy expressions. Gulping down their saliva, they wait for Kageie-san to continue.

Kageie : 「Come to play again. That's the condition.」

He lets out a broadly grin then one of the girl shakes her neck up and down enthusiastically.

Girl 1 : 「Umm! We'll come! We'll definitely come!」

Boy 1 : 「I'll make bamboo butterfly again! It will hop higher than last time!」

Kageie : 「I know. I know. Just stop being noisy and go home already. Your family are worried by now.」

Then the children gave him all their gifts so that one of his arm was full of vegetables.

Boy 1 : 「See ya, Kageie!」

Girl 1 : 「Bye~! See you tomorrow~!」

They ran off energeticly towards the setting sun but just a second later, a boy runs back with fast speed then he stops in front of me and fixing his gaze on me.

Miu : 「What's wrong hmm?」

Boy 1 : 「So to say, you weren't a guy! Are you Kageie's "Good girl"?」

Miu : 「 ! 」

The boy laughs mischievously and quickly runs away.

Heat rises straight up to my face.

( ......How come he's so mature for his age...... )

Kageie : 「......」

Kageie-san says nothing. He only smirks and stares maliciously at me.

『Good girl』......Whatever was said......our relationship has no progess though.

A moment before entering our individual bedding, we silently embrace one another.

Miu : 「......Good night.」

Kageie : 「Night.」

We exchange our good night and so...that's it...never a thing happens beyond this point......

After hearing Kageie-san breathes out his gentle sleep sound, I open the sliding door quietly to take a peek inside.

Kageie-san doesn't go out aimlessly anymore. I'm really really glad that he sleeps soundly just like this.

But......

Kageie : 「......」

In a corner of my heart, I'm also troubled with that face. He's sleeping so well that I cannot help but plunged into that thought.

Miu : 「......Even so he said 『tell me something about you which noone else knows』......」

Just after I finish my word, Kageie-san's eyes unexpectedly opened. He then turns over his body to me.

( Eh!? He was awaked!? )

Kageie : 「"Stop it", wasn't that what it meant......」

His whisper sounds very irritated so that I almost can't bear and feel like running away.

Miu : 「......I'm so sorry. You don't like it. You already told me so......」

Kageie : 「Huhhh......You got it wrong.」

He raises half of his body above the bedding then fixes his gaze my way.

Kageie : 「I...I had done terrible thing to you......or rather say, forcible.」

He said it sinfully so that I finally recall the incident.

( Terrible thing......perhaps that's when...... )

『Miu : 「Don't tell me......Kageie-san did that on purpose to make me reject you?」』

( I see...so the truth is...he's trying to treasure me. )

I'm glad but at the same time feeling frustrated.

Miu : 「For me...that night when Kageie-san came back to the castle. When I felt your warmth on my skin, I'd experienced the real truth that Kageie-san is truly alive......It was such a great happiness so...more...I'd rather feel your life more......」

When I said it like that, Kageie-san's line of sight was loitering in midair, searching for a word to say. Just when his eyes catch mine again, he suddenly takes off his nightcloth.

Miu : 「Eh......」

Kageie : 「Really, I never think I'll be seduced by you.」

Miu : 「What of...seduce...I didn't......」

Kageie : 「What...You've just talked about that kind of thing, haven't you?」

Miu : 「That...kind of thing, is it......right.」

I was taken aback but Kageie-san smiles at me then slowly sets me down, peering into my eyes. His gaze is so tender yet filled with burning fire.

Boom. Boom. My heart pounds noisily.

Kageie : 「......If you will touch, all of me...is yours......」

He grips on my hand, leading it the way to touch his arms......his chest......

( So warm...... )

Sound of his heartbeat circulated along with his body warmth certainly help me to acknowledge how true he's breathing in life.

Kageie : 「Come now.」

This time, he takes both of my arms, wrapping around his neck.

Our faces draw closer. Naturally, our lips starting to touch then they become deeply connected, deeply entwined, savoring each other. Flame is now burning gradually inside our mouths, taking on even more heat.

Miu : 「............tsu............」

Our lips slightly apart just to blend in again and again.

Before I know it, my obi was untied and not even a second delay, my skin was exposed to the night air.

His skilful hand slips in, toying with my body. Sweet ache's flooding into me, coaxing me to moan in high voice.

Kageie : 「Very good......more, your voice......let me hear it more.」

He burns me feverishly. Without stopping, his body heat fills into me at a stretch.

Kageie : 「Here too.」

Again my hands was led, crawling, caressing over his sturdy body. The area between his eyebrows slightly crumpled everytime our movements match.

Kageie : 「......You're amazing......better than I imagine......」

Miu : 「Kageie-san......」

Kageie : 「......Un.......tsu......Miu......」

Low breath he's leaking out together with his painful groan is so sexy.

( Ah...Ahh......I will never ever want to let go of this man...... )

I wish, night time that was dark and long will turn itself into something gentle and affectionate for him......

I secretly make a prayer just when our overlapping bodies delicatedly engraved as one.

#kageie ms #kageie ms spoiler #kageie route #kakizaki kageie #miu translation

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rixxy8173571m3w1p3 · 6 years

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The Girl He Adores

This is a fic based off the comic (can be read here) done by the lovely @dorklyevil who drew it after I had told her how much I'd love to see Doofus Rick with a plus size reader/(y/n). I'm telling you guys I connected to it on a spiritual level cause I'm a big girl and of course adore Doofus Rick. So here we are with another fic cause I needed this to exist in my life.

Authors note to those who use Google translate to get translations from Spanish to whatever language you read in, when you translate gordita your possibly going to get words like little fatty or little chubby, but I assure you that it's a term of endearment. You see, words that use -ita or -ito at the end are diminutive forms of the word, so it's usually positive. It depends on who's using it and the context of the sentence. I just wanted to explain that to my non-spanish speaking readers so no ones offended. Big love to my plus size peeps and my all my other peeps 😘😘😘😘you deserve all the love cause you're beautiful.

In this fic the reader feels a little insecure about her body after seeing skinny girls in their cute bathing suits

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The smell of chlorine hit you the moment you stepped out of the changing room. Kids ran by, laughing in amusement, and you moved back to let them get by and spotted Rick from a distance. He waved happily at you as he made his way towards you. It wasn't surprising that a few heads turned at the sight of him since he was easily the tallest here, but it made you wonder. Are you the fattest person here? One look at your surroundings confirmed this fact.

You passed a hand over your tummy; it was there. It usually didn't matter that it was there and that you didn't wear cute two-piece swimsuits cause you already had a red polka dot one piece that flattered your figure. However, one glance at all those pretty girls in the shallow end of the swimming pool made you hesitant to step in and slightly envious that you weren't confident enough to wear something similar. Tears bit at the back of your eyes as dozens of insecurities made their way to the front of your mind, and when Zeta-7 came around and pressed a hand on your shoulder, you rubbed your eyes in a lame attempt to dissuade them. Noticing you were just standing there near the deep end, he wondered. “What's th-the matter?”

“I don't want to go swimming anymore.” you admitted.

“Is the water t-too cold for you?”

“No,” you sighed, glancing back at the group of lovely people at the shallow end; hugging yourself hoping it'd make you smaller. “I just don't want people to see me like this. Can we go home? I don't want to be here right now. Maybe this was a bad idea.”

Following your gaze, he put two and two together and gave your shoulder a little squeeze. “Aw, ” he said sweetly. “you don't - y-you don't have to feel bad because of - of those girls. Look,” he softened, leaning down to match your short height. “do y-y-you know what I see?”

You shook your head no, which saddened him a little. You knew what you saw when you looked in the mirror in the morning, and you knew it wasn't going to change anytime soon and thought you had come to terms with it a while ago, but it usually seemed that other people took issue with your full figure. Honestly, you had an idea of what to expect when you passed by beautiful people and you weren't sure you had the confidence to deal with it today. You weren't the norm….you didn't fit into their standard.

Ricks feather light touch broke your train of self-deprecating thoughts, and he lifted your chin so you'd face him. “Gosh,” he blushed. “when I see you, I see a-a beautiful, smart, lovely, p-perfect woman.”

He paused to allow those words to sink in for a moment. Rick thought you were perfect?

That you're round, squishy body was good? You pressed your round tummy, and gasped when his hand came down to sit over yours to prevent that. Your surprise made him smile even brighter, his smiling eyes taking in all of you before staring back into your eyes, his cheeks having taken on a deeper shade of scarlet. “Y-your body and everything is gorgeous as it is and I-I couldn't - couldn't ask for a better girl.”

Your heart clenched in affection for this man, but you still had the audacity to ask. “Why?”

It didn't seem realistic that anyone could simply just want you, but as though it were a universal truth, he said matter of factly. “Because y-you're already perfect.”

“Really?”

Pressing a kiss on your forehead, he complimented. “Th-that's right, m-mi gordita más bonita.”

You noticed a few people were looking, confused as to what was going on, but in a way you two were in your own little world; one where there was simply you and him appreciating one another, and you didn't have to feel bad or ashamed. In your ear he whispered a few other sweet things, and you just wanted to melt. “Rick,” you giggled. “you're going to make me blush. How can you say stuff like that with a straight face?”

You couldn't help but smile and giggle when his arm found itself wrapped about your waist, and gave you a gentle squeeze. “Because I mean it and I-I-I like it when you blush. It - it makes y-you look softer and sweet.”

“I…thank you Rick.”

You were happy you had a boyfriend like him, who made you feel good and comfortable. A guy who looked after your best interests, and liked you for who you are. And reaching out to hold his left hand, you confessed in your girlish voice. “I love you.”

Without hesitation, he said happily. “I love y-you too princess.”

Fin

#doofus rick #doofus rick x reader #rick sanchez x reader #j19z7 #for dorklyevil #plus size reader

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