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Okay, so with Quackity Studios tweeting about adding new people and the need for tolerance and patience with people who don't speak English, let's just take a second and have a chat about what that's gonna look like.
First: you will hear things or read things on the translator that hurt or offend you.
This is inevitable. Do not immediately post about it. What you need tolerance for is hearing things that hurt or offend you and what you need patience for is figuring out of malicious intent was present or if this is a hill worth dying on right now.
As an example, we're pretty sure at this point that Korean is gonna be the next language added. The second person pronoun in Korean sounds a lot like the n-word in English. The n-word in English, if you're not aware, is like the single most offensive slur we have. It's not something that you want to hear unexpectedly. But also, if we get Koreans, they're gonna be using the word for "you" and English speakers are gonna have to be able to tolerate that.
On the other side of things, Korean has a complex system of honorifics and addressing someone without an honorific would be considered very forward and intimate at least if not very rude. None of the QSMP languages have honorifics though and only French really retains formality* so no one else is going to address them with honorifics unless they specifically explain it to people and walk them through it. That will probably be weird and uncomfortable for them and they're going to have to be able to tolerate that.
*Spanish and Portuguese do technically have formal vs informal but it's disappearing quickly in both of them.
These natural cultural clashes and pain points are going to be harder to overcome since we also know that at least some of these creators won't speak English at all so they can't just switch to English to helpfully explain things to us easily in a way we understand. We're going to have to deal.
So here's the thing: just because there can be cultural miscommunications and mistranslations, that doesn't mean that people can't also be assholes. How do you distinguish between the two?
Step One: Assume good faith. Assume that everyone in a given encounter is trying to communicate respectfully and compassionately and that a failure to do so can be overcome
Step Two: Don't get involved. Especially not in Twitch Chat. Two or more people trying to communicate through a language barrier does not get easier when they're also trying to wrangle hostile viewers.
Step Three: Are you sure you heard what you thought you heard or saw what you thought you saw? Did the translator fuck up? Is it a word that just coincidentally happens to sound like another word? If this is the case, the streamers can ask for clarification or use another tool and get it cleared up. Keep watching and see if they do.
Step Four: If they did say what you thought they said, are the streamers handling it? We had a thing a while back where Bad called some friends, including Bagi and Etoiles, uncultured because they didn't get a reference he was making and Etoiles was like "bro I'm French" and Bad apologized. That should have been the end of it, but I had to see people arguing about it for weeks. The problem was solved in 10 seconds.
Step Five: If the person is doubling down, are you sure this is something you can fix by yelling about it on Twitter or Tumblr? Would it be better to let people who actually know them talk to them behind the scenes? Pierre made a few missteps in the beginning of the server, Quackity said they had a chat, Pierre hasn't misstepped since. It's just easier to sort things out in private, one on one conversation than yelling at someone in public.
In short: it's fine to take note of behavior in case patterns start to emerge in it, but yelling on social media about how so and so is the worst person possible is not constructive.
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camiimoraless · 8 months
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𖥔 ࣪ 🕷️ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 + 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄
⨳ pairing :: earth1610! miles x reader
⨳ synopsis :: dating miles morales <3
⨳ wc :: 6.4k words
⨳ includes :: google translated spanish 😭, love confession’s, lovey dovy stuff, mentions of injuries & blood, pet names, angst (?), comfort
⨳ notes :: not proofread, making this made me feel so giggly inside 🤭, this was gonna be left unfinished but it’s girlfriend’s day so happy girlfriends day <3
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“ Just the same way you showed me (You showed) - If you could die and come back to life - Up for air from the swimming pool - You'd kneel down to the dry land - Kiss the Earth that birthed you - Gave you tools just to stay alive - And make it out when the sun is ruined - That's the same way you showed me, showed me - You showed me love ” — pink + white 𖦹 frank ocean.
IMAGINE dating miles morales, he’d be such a sweetheart. ‹𝟥 you feeling sad? don’t worry, he’ll get your favorite ice cream, pull up to your house, watch all the tv shows and movie you like with you. you got period cramps? he’ll help you. he’d have a period tracker on your phone and immediately run to the store to get things for you once the notification pops up.
and he’s such a giver ( > <)꜆꜄ anytime he goes to the mall with his mom, he’d buy some stuff for you that he think you’d like. necklaces, bracelets, new makeup products — he’d immediately buy. he would def get you two matching shoes.
he loves doing skincare with you ( ˘ ³˘)♡ everytime he’s over at your place and you’re doing your night routine, he’s joining you. and he does face masks with you (the hello kitty ones). loves taking pics of u two in them <3
he praises you 🙌🏽, doesn’t matter what you look like or what you’re wearing - he showers you in compliments;
“princesa, you’re so beautiful.”
“have I ever told you how gorgeous you are?”
“you’re so cute in my hoodie baby.”
he definitely texts you when he’s fighting villains or swinging around the city
you: milesssss can you help me study?
miles: yeaf im alomst done fughting
you: kk don’t get hurt tho !!
miles: i wonr
you: mhmm ttyl ⸜(*ˊᵕˋ*)⸝‬
when you first met his parents, you were so nervous. you felt like they were judging you—which they were but they opened up to you once you started hanging out over there more. rio definitely showed you his baby pictures and told you his whole childhood. you found it cute when miles got embarrassed.
he loves taking you on arcade dates, he has a photo album labeled ‘video game lover ❤️’ with all the pics from there. and you both have lots of pictures from the photo booth. when you two go to claw machines, you’d be the one who’s winning them for him. (🙌🏽)
(photo booth scenario (๑´ㅂ`๑)♡)
“baby, we’ve done the photo booth like a million times!” miles groaned as you dragged him to the photo booth, again. it’s not that he doesn’t mind taking pictures with you, it’s just you get over ten pictures in one day.
you rolled your eyes and kept walking towards the machine. “so? what’s wrong with having lots of photos of us? you have like a bunch of me.” you argued.
mumbling, he followed after you. he wasn't exactly looking forward to this. at the same time, he got to spend time with his girlfriend, so he couldn’t really complain. "fine, fine.. let's just get this over with."
“mhm.” you nod, you knew he couldn’t say no to you. as you arrived at the booth, without a word or protest, he slipped his arm around yours and started smiling for the camera.
he had to admit it felt nice having his arm around you, and that he wouldn't mind taking pictures with you all day if it meant he got to hold on to you.
for the first photo, you decided to kiss his cheek. he loved the way your soft lips felt against his cheek—and he loved the way your smile lit up your face as you leaned toward him.
you pulled back once the camera flashed for the first photo and smiled up at miles. "come on, why don't you kiss me for real in the next one?" he suggested with a wink.
you let out a laugh and snaked your arms around his neck, then glancing back at the count down on the screen. he leaned closer as well, wanting to be as close to you as possible. with the flash of the camera, you gave him a quick but passionate kiss on the lips.
once the kiss was over, you looked up at the screen admiring the photo you just took then seeing that you two had one more photo left. “ooh, we should make a heart!”
the next flash of the camera captured him leaning a little closer to you, so you could frame the photo of your two hands entwined in a sweet heart shape. miles couldn't wipe the happy smile off of his face when he saw the result.
you smiled too. “now let’s see them.” you both then waited patiently as the pictures printed out. after it finished, he excitedly picked it up, looking at the adorable photos of the two of you, you kissing his cheek, you two kissing, then making a heart shape with your hands. "you’re the other half of my heart, mi corazón.”
“oh god..”
(Angst part now \(*`∧´)/)
every time he’s done fighting a villain, he immediately goes to your place and coming through the window and falling onto your floor, every single time. you don’t mind tending to his wounds but when the wounds get really bad, you get worried.
“miles, i’m worried for you. all these cuts and bruises are getting worse every day.” it was currently 2am and you were in your bathroom, bandaging miles’ cuts. he sat on top of the counter and you were in between his legs.
“well, you know, i can’t just stop doing what i do.” he says, his voice sounding strained from pain. “besides, it’s not that bad.. i’m fine.” miles looks up at you with a reassuring smile. you sighed and looked back down to continue tending to his cuts. “them cuts say otherwise.”
miles stays silent for a moment, biting his lip as you clean and bandage his wounds. “i’ll be alright,” he says again, his voice wavering as pain sets in. “don’t worry about me.”
“but i do miles,” you paused bandaging him and looked up into his eyes. “i worry for you a lot, and you should too.” miles looks away, not wanting you to see the tears forming in his eyes. “I’m fine. I don’t want you to worry, everything is alright…”
he tries to sound reassuring, but it only makes him feel worse. everything isn’t fine. you frowned and placed a hand on the side of cheek. “you don’t have to lie to me.. if everything isn’t fine then tell me please. don’t shut me out.”
miles can’t fight it any longer. the moment your hand touches his cheek, he starts to cry. “i’m scared,” he finally admits, his voice hitching as he tries to hold his tears in. his eyes are wide as tears stream down his face.
you then placed your other hand on his cheek and wiped his tears. “scared?”
miles nods. “i’m afraid i’m gonna die out there one day, and i won’t be able to say goodbye to you. i don’t want to die without at least telling you how much-” he stops himself, his voice breaking.
“how much what?” you asked. you’re trying to comfort him but he’s making you want to cry too. miles hesitates for a moment, but then he takes a deep breath and finally says it.“how much i love you… you’re the only one who knows my secret, and i’m so thankful you’re in my life.”
a wave of emotions wash over him, and he buries his face into your shoulder, sobbing. you closed your eyes, letting a few tears fall from them and wrapped your arms around miles. comforting him.
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thefandomdirtymind · 4 months
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alienstardust : i got an idea! angsty fluff! lol she is trying to impress someone, so she goes to sanji on how to start talking the other dude. he tells if he doesn’t complement her, than he’s no good. she says what does he mean. and he starts describing (in Frecnh) the way she smiles is beautiful, he notices the one dimple in her cheek is cute, and even with her chapped lips (teasing here) they would still the softest kisses. you can change it up! go crazy! <3 thank you, lovely!
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Language of love Event : Sanji speak french !
A/N : Amanda ! Thank you for all your amazing support and trying to make this event an actual things and not just one of my crazy ideas! I hope you will like it even it didn't contain neither a chainsaw or an Omelette !
Sanji / OPLA Masterlist and Coming Soon
Let's Make A Deal
“ Sanji, I need your help right now, “ You say, taking the seat next to him. ” I really want to talk to that guy there, last tool left side of the bar, no no don’t look ! Please help me, what should I say ?!” 
Giving a small glare to the man of your interest, jealousy twisting his guts, Sanji quickly take a sip of his own drink before returns his gaze to you.
“ Love, if he hadn’t already notice you and complement you, he’s truly no good” 
“ What do you mean…?” You asked.  
“ Amour, Tu es facilement une des plus belle femme ici. La manière dont ton sourire illumine ton visage et adoucit tout autour de toi est incomparable. Ton adorable et unique fossette dans ta joue droite quand tu ries ou te mord la lèvre lorsque tu es nerveuse est une de mes raisons préférées de te faire rire. Et je suis sur “ Sanji said, passing his thumbs on your lower lips, cupping the side of your face. “ que même sèche et craquelée, tes lèvres doivent donner les plus doux des baisers. Un homme se damnerait juste pour y goûter “ 
* “ Love, You’re easily one of the most beautiful women here. The way your smile illuminates your face and smooths everything's around you is unmatched. Your adorable and unique dimple in your left cheeks when you laugh or bite your lips when you're nervous is one of my favorite reasons to make you laugh. And I'm sure that even dry and chapped, your lips must give the softest kisses. A man would damn himself for only taste it“     
Lost in the blue of his eyes, it suddenly seemed to you that the atmosphere, already hot, had gained a few degrees more. Even if you didn’t understand his little speech, you had the strong impression that he hadn’t said one of his usual corny pick-up line, but had speak his deepest truth.  
“ And…that’s mean…” You swallow, your throat surprisingly dry. 
“ That man prefers to watch the bottom of his drink that the beauty around him, he definitely not worth it” He simply replied. 
“ That’s not what you say, you touch my lips…talking about…something I didn’t understand” You protested, biting your lips. 
“ Hello dimple” The blond chuckles 
“ That’s not fair if you speak French, I don’t understand what you said I just hear pretty words ! ”  
“ Then let’s make a deal coeur en sucre *, you let me pay you a drink and I translate what I say. If after you still want to seduce that poor excuse of a man, fine I will help you. But if you choose to stay with me after, I win a kiss ” * Sweetheart
“ ...Deal” You nervously accept. 
As you followed Sanji to the bar, you knew at the way he had smile that the deal was over, the blond cook already had won his kiss.  
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evandarya · 9 months
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Inspired by a prompt from @davestridernb in the Discord server.
I Now Pronounce You... Brothers?
Read on Ao3
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Tim was a self-taught magician. His parents had brought home a book they had gotten on one of their travels. They bought it because it looked old and fit with the other artifacts in the library. Tim found it. It was written in an old language, but it was similar enough to Latin for him to use the Latin-to-English dictionary to read it. When he tried some of the spells in it they worked! So, from the age of six, Tim had been teaching himself magic.
His spells helped keep him hidden and safe as he followed Batman and Robin around Gotham. He was trying to figure out how to slip a charm onto one of the heroes to keep them safe, but never quite managed it before Robin died.
But Tim knew exactly what to do. There was a spell in the book at the very back. The ink was smudged, but he could work it out. Something about a soul transfer to save someone dead or dying. There was more written, but Tim didn't have time to translate it, Robin was already buried!
So that night, Tim snuck out with the book and tools and materials he'd need to perform the ritual and went down to the graveyard.
He drew the circle around the grave, set up the candles and herbs and said the words, and waited... And waited... And waited...
"Aren't you a little young to be performing a soul bond?"
Tim spun around toward the voice and came face to face with a young man sitting crisscross applesauce and hovering four feet off the ground, making himself eye level to Tim. He was young, maybe early twenties, but his hair was already snow white. His clothes were a strange amalgamation of a modern-looking black rubberized suit with white gloves and boots and random pieces of gunmetal grey armor on his left shoulder and forearms. Around his shoulder was a dark blue cape with stars that looked like they were glowing.
"Who are you?" Tim demanded. The man smiled.
"You should know, you summoned me here." Tim scrunched his eyebrows. He was trying to revive Jason, not summon a walking anachronism.
"I didn't summon you, I was trying to do a soul transfer."
The being sighed and shook his head. "You magicians never learn to read the warnings and fine print."
"I read as much as I could! The book said I could give half of my soul to bring someone and it would bring them back from the dead" Tim said, flipping the book around for the man to read. The being leaned in, floating on his stomach now with his legs bent at the knees and swinging back and forth.
"You're using a Latin dictionary, aren't you?"
"So?"
"So" the being drawled in an imitation of Tim's Diamond District accent, "this verb that you translated as 'give' or 'exchange' translates closer to 'merge' or 'trade' and this noun isn't 'soul'. A soul is an immutable object, you can't break it in half or give half away. That word means 'everything.' your heart your mind, your life force. Everything that you are. That's what that word means."
"No, I know this says 'half', like three times."
"That's me, I'm the Half."
Tim could almost feel his brain breaking as none of this made sense. He took a deep breath and when he opened his mouth his mother came out. "What does this say, exactly, then?"
"Uh...direct translation is kind of impossible, but the closest I could get is 'I offer my everything to merge with your everything so I may stand by your side and protect you forever even into death...' and then some summoning for the officiant, that me."
"That sounds like...like..."
"Marriage vows. Wow. You really don't know what you're doing, do you?" The being flipped right side up and gave Tim a look that was equal parts impressed and horrified.
"Am I married right now?"
"No, of course not. A soul bond works both ways."
"Both...ways?"
"You didn't expect to bind your soul to someone else without permission, did you? Ever heard of informed consent? Speaking of, usually, these binds are...well...binding to the binder– that's you –but since it's clear you didn't know what this was when you started, I'm willing to let you out it."
"But then Jason won't– will stay– no. I need to bring Jason back. I don't care what I have to do."
The man frowned. It was the first unhappy expression Tim has seen on his face. "You're willing to bind yourself to someone you don't even know to bring them back? Why him? Why Jason Todd and not --" the being looked to the grave marker to the right of Jason's "Margaret Thompson? Or any of the thousands of people who die every day in this city? You don't know him, you've never even talked to him. "
"Jason--" Tim paused trying to figure out how to explain without giving up Jason's identity to this man. "Jason is very important to a lot of people. People rely on him and with him gone--" Tim thought of how violent Batman had gotten in the last few weeks. "I just need to bring him back."
"You'll be bound to him for as long as you both shall exist. You don't even get out of it when you die. There is no divorce. There is no undoing this later."
"I'm okay with that."
"If he dies again, so do you. You realize that, right? That tying your life forces together means where one of you goes, the other follows."
"I'm okay with that."
"What if you end up not liking him? What if he's a jerk?"
"HE ISN'T!" Tim glared at the man "Jason is kind and good and smart and funny! He helps people and gives them hope. He's a light shining through the darkness, guiding people to safety. And now he's gone and there's no more light and I don't know what to do except I know I have to do something, like an itch under my skin. I have to do this. I have to bring Jason back." Tim didn't know when he had started crying, but he roughly wiped the tears away. "I'm the only one who can."
The man was quiet for a long time, the air itself seemed to be still.
"I didn't know anyone felt that way about me."
Tim gasped. That-that was...
The being sighed and shifted his cape, opening a dark void that Jason-no-Robin stepped out of. He was still in his Robin armor, mask attached.
"You promised you'd stay quiet if I brought you." The man said. Robin turned and grinned at him.
"Come on, Phantom, I had to meet this kid at least once." Robin turned that grin to Tim "You really are something, you know that?" Robin sounded approving, and he was smiling at Tim!
"R-robin?" He stumbled forward a few steps "You're here. You're --" Tim looked Jason up and down. He looked the same as he did, but it was like looking at an image projected onto smoke. His form shimmered and shifted like he wasn't quite there.
"Dead?" Jason said it with a sardonic grin, but Tim flinched. "Yeah. It's an adjustment, but I can do this." Jason's form shifted from the Robin uniform and into blue jeans and a red hoodie that Tim was sure he'd seen Jason wearing in a paparazzi picture. "Much better. So, what were you saying, something about a light in the darkness?"
Tim's fingers twitched. "Jason, you need to come back. Batman is-- he's not the same without you."
Jason's expression cooled at the mention of Batman. "He'll be fine. It's what he does."
"He won't. He's violent, not holding back. He put a man in a coma last week for robbing an ATM. Jason, please. He needs you."
"No, he doesn't!" Jason yelled. "He needs therapy. Like, years and years of therapy. He doesn't need a kid in a cape."
"But he does. He-"
"He fired me!" Jason's form shifted. He looked taller, more angular and it was as if the smoke swirled around him. The man- Jason had called him Phantom- put a hand on Jason's shoulder and his form visibly softened. "He fired me," he continued calmer "and said I was too angry to be Robin. He doesn't need a kid like that."
The air seemed to settle around them. The graveyard was still, the silence pressing in on all sides.
"But I do." Tim broke the silence with a whisper. "I need you because you fight for what's right and you're not afraid to do what needs to be done. I need you because you inspire me to be better. You're such a good person, Jason, you care so much, and it shines through so brightly. And that's what Batman needs, someone to be the light to his shadows."
Jason sighed and his whole form rippled, twisting and curling. "If it means that much to you, then why don't you do it?"
"Me?" Tim physically recoiled at the idea "I can't be Robin. I'm just– Tim– just a kid with a magic book."
"Well, 'Just Tim with a magic book' you managed to pull the Guardian of New Ghosts out of his tower" Jason jerked his thumb over his shoulder at Phantom who had floated a few feet away while they were talking. "If you can do that, I'm sure being Robin would be a piece of cake."
"But I-"
"Nope, no buts. I get to pick who takes up the Robin mantle and I choose you."
"But Batman-"
"Doesn't choose who gets to be Robin. Robin is something you do because it's right. Because no one else can or will. Because the injustice in the world sits under your skin like an itch you can't scratch." Tim recognized his own words coming back to him. "You're Robin, Timmy, whether you realize it or not."
Tim had a thought, a chance to still bring Jason back. "If I'm Robin, then I get to choose who teaches me, right?"
"Dick can teach you," Jason said, eyeing Tim with suspicion.
"But I don't want Dick to teach me. I want you to."
"And I'd be glad to teach you. I'm really interested in seeing what you do but I'm still dead."
"You don't have to be. We can finish the binding and you can come back."
Jason looked torn. "Come back to what, though?" Jason asked "My body is in the ground, it's been what...two, three months? My face has probably been eaten by worms by now."
"No, the spell brings you back to just as you were right before you died."
"Is...is that true?" Jason looked at Phantom for an answer.
Phantom nodded "As long as the binder has enough lifeforce to handle the strain. The spell takes the time you've been dead and subtracts it from the binder's life."
"No. Absolutely not." Jason said, crossing his arms over his chest in a giant X. "You aren't giving up months of your life to bring me back on top of binding your life to mine."
"But I'm okay with it. I want to bring you back, I don't care the cost."
"And what if you're supposed to die in two months? What if that's all the lifeforce you have and croak right when I get brought back?"
"Death doesn't work like that." Tim said "It isn't predetermined. Everything we do either subtracts from or adds to our life force. I'll die when I die, either when my life force runs out or if it is snuffed out."
Jason looked to Phantom.
"He's right."
Jason’s form swirled. "Why do you want this so badly?"
"Because you are so loved, Jason. By me and so many people, and you don't see it. I want you to see it."
Jason closed his eyes then looked to Phantom who regarded him kindly and said "It's your choice."
"Okay," Jason said, then turned back to Tim. "Okay, if we're going to do this, we are going to do it right. I come back and teach you how to be Robin, and we find you a teacher for this magic stuff. You're going to get in trouble, running around raising the dead."
"Okay," Tim said easily.
"I mean it. No more magic until someone, Constantine or Zatara or someone teaches you."
"Okay, okay, I'll get a teacher."
"Okay," Jason said. "You said it was like a marriage." He said, turning to Phantom. "We don't have to kiss or anything, do we?"
"No, a soul bond strengthens the bond between two people, it isn't inherently romantic. Just say the words with honest intent."
"Okay," Tim held out the book and Jason spoke, his voice crackling like a fire, pronouncing the words in a way a human voice never could imitate. Then Tim felt the bond SNAP into place at the same moment a wave of exhaustion crashed over him. Between one second and the next Tim collapsed on the ground and his emotions swirled and his thoughts raced and only half of them were his. And Jason Todd was beside him, funeral suit covered in dirt and grime. Tim reached out a hand and found Jason's wrist, pulse beating, weak but steady. And then the world went black.
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"--strangest thing--"
"--dug him up?--"
"--found them like this.--"
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Awareness came slowly. He felt heavy and slow. His mouth tasted like iron and grit and something was tickling his nose. He went to brush it away but his hand hit something hard on the way. Tim peeled open one eye and saw the too-bright florescent lights and shut his eyes again. There was a deep chuckle from his left and the light dimmed. He risked opening his eyes again and looked. Someone was sitting on a little chair next to his hospital bed reading a paperback novel that was folded in half back on itself. They were tall and lithe with black hair that seemed to float.
"Good morning, sleepy head." He said quietly. "I probably should have warned you about the side effects before you went through with it."
"Phantom?" Tim muttered through the oxygen mask. His throat felt like sandpaper. "Where's--"
"He's in surgery. The doctors say he should make a full recovery." Phantom dog-eared the book and set it on the table beside him. "You were found severely dehydrated and covered in dirt. The best guess is you dug him out of his grave. How you knew he was alive in there is beyond me." Phantom gave him a grin. He'd have to come up with a story. Something believable. Later, though.
"What are you doing here? Why do you look like that?"
Before Phantom could answer there was a knock on the door and a nurse walked in carrying a tray.
"How is he--oh, good you're awake." The nurse set the tray down on Tim's rolling table. "I just need to change your fluids. How are you feeling?" She made quick work of the IV bag.
"Tired. Head hurts, throat sore." Tim rasped.
"I'm sure. I'll see about getting you some ibuprofen okay? In the meantime, your uncle can get you as many popsicles as you want. Right, Mr. Nightingale?" The nurse pinned Phantom with a look and he looked sheepish.
"Right. Popsicles are for the kids, not their guardians."
"Alright, I'm all done here. Call if you need anything."
Once she was gone Tim turned back to Phantom. "Uncle Nightingale?"
"They wouldn't let me stay if we weren't related."
"But...but why?"
"It's my job. I'm the Guardian of New Souls and Halfas."
"What's a Halfa?"
"It's what I am, and what Jason will become."
"But..but I. The spell." Tim could feel tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.
"Shh, shh. Rest now." Phantom smoothed his hair and ran his fingers over Tims's scalp. It felt nice. "I'll explain everything when you're better."
Tims's eyes closed of their own accord and he fell back into a dreamless sleep.
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taffycandyqt · 3 months
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Hi!! :) :) Can I get general dating headcaoans for 87 and 03 Casey! If it’s possible can you use he/him pronouns for the reader if that’s not possible gender neutral is also cool! 💖
I see you are a person of fine taste as well, respect👌
Dating 87' and 03' Casey Jones
Fluff, crack
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87' Casey:
Okay listen, I love this man, you love this man, but this man, is a crackhead. Respectfully.
He has a very strong sense of justice and how people should behave and that very much translates to your relationship.
Dude WILL open doors for you, he WILL pay for you, and he WILL call you his ✨lady✨(or gentlemen, or lovely) highkey forgot about the pronoun preference in the request, my bad.
You even breath his name and he's like "what do you need"👁️👁️
On the other hand, it's also really hard to go out with him for two reasons
One: because he never takes off his mask. Most people don't pay it much mind because it's New York and people has seen weirder stuff.
However there are more than a few situations, especially on dinner dates, when he will not be allowed in the establishment with his mask on.
You'll try and use your ✨partner privileges✨tm to convince him to take it off but bro will really be like
but what if something happens and he needs to protect you. He needs to protect his face so that it's easier to keep you safe
*Sigh*
Reason two: because if something happens he will immediately run off to stop the "evil doer"
And seeing as you live in the absolute psychedelic fever dream that is New York City, something is always happening.
So you normally opt for stay in dates.
And, believe it or not, he actually prefers them. He always feels like the world is falling apart so being able to lose himself in your presence and whatever activity you guys are up to really helps ground him.
Another thing about dating Casey is he actually doesn't prefer kissing over other acts of physical affection.
kissing always feels sloppy and insincere to him.
His love language is acts of service but if you really want physical touch he prefers to hug you or cuddle you.
He likes being able to feel like he's protecting you and you feel so small in his arms like that.
It also makes him feel like you trust him. Not many people do, so the fact you are letting your guard down around him makes him feel like he really did do something right.
Overall, he may not be the sharpest tool in the shed but he really loves you and always tries.
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03' Casey:
This man has a bit more of a concept of reality than 87' Casey does. Not much smarter, just a bit more grounded.
That being said, he still has the same sweet heart.
He will take you where ever you want to go and do what ever you want to do.
He's not a huge fan of indoor dates though, they make him antsy. He always feels the need to be moving.
That being said he plans the best activities. He will take note of things you like and are good at and make will make sure to incorporate it into the date in some way.
Like 87' Casey, 03's love language is acts of service. He likes knowing how he can help you and enjoys seeing you relaxed.
Unlike him though, 03' Casey lives for your kisses.
Cheek kisses, amazing
Forehead kisses, love
Knuckle kisses, he's sent
Lip kisses, he's deceased
You literally make him melt. Your the sweetest person he's met and he would break the world just to be with you.
He loves hugging you just because having you in his arms helps remind him that this is real.
He's dated a couple girls in the past casually but there was no future with any of them, and they ended pretty quickly. He never really saw himself getting married.
You were different. You loved him and he loved you. He wouldn't trade what you two have for world.
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kumoriyami-xiuzhen · 6 months
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Hakuoki Shinkai Tenun no Shou Stellaworth Booklet “Her Long Day” Part 2
sorry this is late... but I've come down with chills, which is unfortunately unsurprising given how that happens when I go from a hot environment to a cool one... and I've just been tired and doing a lot of sleeping early... or passing out? 😂 Honestly, I almost never sleep before 10pm so it's been nice to indulge in being lazy... even if it's due to feeling a bit off.
Anyway, I haven't decided if I want to bother with cramming in two more of these "moments" before next thursday since I need to get to the artist's notes for Deemo... but w/e! Enjoy!
Also, the tl I've referenced isn't entirely consistent with the honorifics so I've put in what I think they are.
Hakuoki Shinkai Tenun no Shou Stellaworth Booklet “Her Long Day” Part 2
Translation by KumoriYami
Sìshí·Yamazaki Moment 《9~11 o'clock》
Everyone ate breakfast, and once all the dishes were washed.
Members went to patrol and train as part of their daily routine——.
And I set up medical tools, including a mill and mortar, in Yamazaki-san's room.
"Then, before Yamazaki-san returns, I'll get started first…"
I pounded the sun-dried flower petals, and opened up the notebook that contained medication prescriptions/recipes.
During my time as a page, I have frequently been assigned miscellaneous tasks...
The duty I was requested by Hijikata-san today was to help Yamazaki-san boil medicine for the team members.
While I was crushing petals, one of the raw materials…
"——I'm sorry, Yukimura-kun. I've kept you waiting."
The owner of the room opened the door and poked his inside as he spoke quietly.
"Yamazaki-san, I started first, is that alright?"
"Aahh, that's fine. I'll also help now too."
Yamazaki-san sat down in front of me, and narrowed his eyes as he looked at the notebook and spoke.
"Well, today… our main focus is to replenish the drugs that have an insufficient supply that are to be used soon."
"Yes. And Ito-san said that he had a sore throat and asked for cough medicine. After, Hijikata-san asked me to make some medicine for stomach pain."
"Ito-san aside, what happened to the Vice-Commander…? Why is he suddenly having stomach pain?"
"Uh, it appears that his stomach has severely been hurting since yesterday…"
"…..It was Okita-kun again. Really, what does that person think the Vice-Commander…"
Yamazaki-san breathed out a sigh, and began to pound the petals.
"Always playing pranks and causing trouble for him, and the Vice-Commander cannot ignore him… He's obviously a division captain, so he should have some respect for the Vice-Commander!"
"No, that's not it, Yamazaki-san. It seems that it wasn't Okita-san's fault this time, but Nomura-kun's."
"…Nomura-kun? What on earth did he do?"
Astonishment was on Yamazaki-san's face, and I trembled with fear as I spoke.
"Um… it seems like he was delivering a late night snack to HIjikata-san, and he accidently fell down in his room and caused half of the letters to get destroyed by fire..."
"....I see, I understand."
Yamazaki-san abruptly stood up, and I hurried added:
"No-Nomura-un didn't have any ill intentions! He just was a bit out of luck…"
"I understand. I merely want to teach him a very, very small lesson, and tell him that he needs to be careful about everything."
Yamzaki-san had a smile on his face, but there there was no smiling in his eyes, he then turned his back to me and spoke.
"……Anyway, at least, for approximately three periods of time*, it's only natural to have him seiza and listen."
"Three moments of time* will be from day until night...!"
T/N: I think this is based on the wadokei, the old Japanese way of telling time... which divided the day into 12 hours... or alternatively, it's based on rokuji, which divided a day into 6 periods of time... and I have no idea how best to word these "periods".
While quickly catching up to Yamazaki-san who was leaving, I prayed in my for Nomura-kun's fate.
Wǔshí · Iba moment 《11~13 o'clock》
Shinsengumi Headquarters · Nishi Hongan-ji Temple
In addition to how the room was used for assemblies, it was also used by members to eat, and because it was lunch time, the large hall was crowded with many members.
"Don't push! If you want get more rice, please line up!"
"Yukimura-senpai, the rice tub is almost empty again!"
"The next pot of rice should be cooked soon, so I'll quickly go and bring it!"
Normally, Souma-kun and I were usually on in charge of the meals for the executives that were close to Kondou-san and Hijikata-san, so we rarely helped meals for the ordinary team members...
But the person in charge today caught a cold, so Souma-kun and I were entrusted by Inoue-san to begin helping him wherever.
"This… this is complete chaos…."
In a moment someone won't have a dish or chopsticks/there won't be enough dishes and chopsticks, someone will want more rice in a moment, someone will spill soup and ask me for a rag…… and so on and so forth.
In the face of one rude voice after another, I felt like I was going to have my hands far too full.
Despite that, since I had agreed to Inoue-san's request, I still had to put in the effort to handle things well, even while feeling overwhelmed.
"——Chizuru, if possible, can I help?"
Iba-san grabbed hold of my hand, and took the rice paddle from my hands.
"Ib-Iba-san? Why are you here....?"
"I happened to have something I had to come here for… but, that can be talked about later. For now, we should handle the matter at first."
After those firm words were spoken, Iba-san clearly greeted the team members.
"Those who want more rice, you don't have to stand up. Please sit where you are and lift your rice bowl, and pass it down in turn."
"How about another serving of taro? Unfortunately, all of the taro has already been eaten so how about another serving of konbu? Konbu (こんぶ) and cheerful (こぶ) are homophones, but they are very" auspicious.
the word "cheerful" is a correct translation, but I think that's wrong... since what I found on what こぶ i means doesn't really make anything seem auspicious?
Iba-san was like a teahouse clerk, taking care of the team members in a clear and orderly manner.
Seeing him like that, I quickly continued to help——
Half an hour later, almost all of team members finished eating.
"It's almost over. Good work/You've worked hard, Chizuru."
In the almost empty hall, I hurriedly bowed my head to express my thanks to Iba-san.
"I'm sorry, I didn't expect to trouble Iba-san with chores…"
"Don't worry about it. I myself wished to help."
Hearing him say that, I relaxed a bit, though still felt apologetic.
Seeing how anxious I looked, Iba-san nodded as if he had suddenly thought of something.
"Since you're so worried about this…. how bout I receive a bit of remuneration/a reward?"
"Remuneration? I don't have a lot of money..."
"Not like that…. Just repay me with food personally cooked by Chizuru."
"……"
For a moment, I wasn't able to react to what he meant, so I blankly stared at him.
"Food that I cook… is that okay?"
"Nnn. To be honest, I came to headquarters today because I wanted to eat food that you cooked."
"…….I understand. In that case, I'm very honoured!"
Seeing Iba-san smile, I started thinking about what to cook for him.
---to be continued---
references used for the stuff about time:
wadokei: https://grapeejapan.com/181323
rokuji: https://wadokei.org/wadokei-developments/edo-divisions-of-day/
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You make an interesting point about Daria's Serves in IW vs earlier this season. But I also do wonder if part of it is the strain it took on her arm and body doing it for three tournaments back to back where she may decide to go lighter in some tournaments and matches to be able to do it more long term over the season without injury - so maybe we will see it a bit more in Miami with the faster courts where the faster serves will give her a better advantage. Or as you mentioned before her personality seems to prefer something stable and maybe it still feels too unstable to her for her to build around it. Sorry I just like the variety she has in her game and i feel like when she has the confidence it's pretty fun to watch
Hello, friend! The other day I watched snippets of Kasatkina vs Wozniacki in 2018 and I thought: Wow, that is a completely different player. And Kasatkina was. She was young, she was free hitting, she was daring, she put the ball all over the court deep and short. She had the confidence and audacity of youth; that year she'd played Naomi Osaka in the finals of Indian Wells. She was one of the "it" kids of that 1997 Generation. Didn't have a great serve, ever, but she had so many tools in the toolbox that she was willing to pull out.
And then 2019 undid her. She never played like that again at Indian Wells. But. I think a part of her wants that instinctual feel again, the gumption to take those shots she used to. However, once burned, twice shy.
My guess as to what happened with her serving at Indian Wells is that the double faults started accruing more and more and it really came to a head against Rybakina in the Abu Dhabi final. I believe Kasatkina hit 9 double faults, which is essentially two service games' worth of faults. Following that match, Kasatkina was terrible on serve against Pavyluchenkova, who dismantled Kasatkina on return. But Pavs can be an aggressive player and I think that's a loss Kasatkina could rationalize and accept. But she lost next to Bronzetti, a player whom on paper Kasatkina should have beaten, and then she had a lot of time to think about the Middle East swing and how she played.
Kasatkina is risk-averse. When she went through a crisis of form in 2019, she went from coach Dehaes who called her a "wild horse" to whom he gave free rein on the court as long as she played beautifully to the subsequent grind work with coach Carlos Martinez that was about becoming very consistent: get the ball back in the court and keep the unforced errors down. Force the opponent to make the winners and hit through her. At the time, she needed that; she needed structure and a way to rebuild confidence on the court, clear plans regarding point construction and play. You can see this in how Kasatkina is a danger on return: Kasatkina didn't break service so much because she was an amazing returner; she broke because she put serves back in play and forced opponents to play the point. She isn't a big punisher of slow serves; she stands way back, gives herself time, and gets the ball back on the server's court. Kasatkina wants to rally: take a few strokes to get to neutral and then try to get control. (Too passive, though, and she'll cede control.)
When things fell apart with Martinez, Kasatkina seemed to take the opportunity to do a little reset, to try to find the creativity and spontaneity of her early career with Cipolla. They started last season working in more aggression, taking bigger shots and risk, going on the offensive instead of simply rallying. Part of that strategy was to increase her serve speed in the hope of increasing her hold percentage, which isn't great. The thing is, increasing speed doesn't necessarily translate to a great serve: you need speed, placement, and sometimes spin if you can't hit a 120mph flat serve. Kasatkina has none of that fine tuning so that sometimes when she does get speed, she doesn't get any of the other elements, and so even if she does hit a hard serve, so many women do hit in those speeds already on average that it's not a difficult serve to return--and as a consequence, sometimes when Kasatkina hits a "hard" serve it comes back at her way faster than she expects it to, with interest on what she put on it. Ironically, sometimes her below-average speed with spin or placement had better chances of throwing off the rhythm of returners because it was unlike what returners see on average. It's why so many returners would sometimes mis-time punishing her snail's speed of a second serve. (So slow it sometimes doesn't register on the speed radar.)
Fine tuning with such a leap in speed takes time and Kasatkina is not going to see consistent positive results without putting in a lot of trial and error--and, yeah, taking losses--and I don't know if she's willing to risk that. Even though she said at the beginning of the year that 1) she would rather take a loss and learn and 2) feeling more confident when she steps up to serve does wonders for how she feels in the match. I think she's getting diminishing returns and rethinking if that's how she wants to approach the serve. However, she's now swinging in the other direction of serving too conservatively and her confidence on serve is tanking because of that now. I could tell that even though she was hitting her serve slower that she was trying to hit it deeper in the service box, but double faults were still coming and they were awful, so slow from lack of acceleration that they were in the net. Kasatkina didn't commit to one path but she went far enough down that path that she can't easily revert.
Overall, I think she needs to commit to a clear goal. If she's going to be aggressive, be aggressive. (Natalia remarked in the Indian Wells vlog that even she noticed that Kasatkina was not playing aggressively.) You have to be willing to embrace the errors. You have to play like Ostapenko or Kvitova: the errors come but so do the winners. Commitment. If she wants to play creatively again, take the risks. Hit the drop shots. Hit the slice into the corners. Her jumping backhand has certainly reappeared this season. She didn't use it much last season, it felt like, but this season she's trying. She missed a lot of them against Yuan.
I would love for Kasatkina to find that creative spark again, to hit shots that make crowds gasp. I want her to serve bigger, to keep trying. But it takes confidence and she needs to find the courage to go after that first because she's fighting the security she built over three years. It's not easy but I wish her success.
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Being this time of year, I wanted to share my translation of Oz's letter to Echo from the 15th anniversary event and her response because I haven't seen it anywhere else and frankly I need to finally scream over it publicly.
DISCLAIMER: I do not know Japanese. I ran these through Google Translate, DeepL, and a website or two. But, as you can see, I used multiple sources on multiple occasions months apart, which adjusted the results due to the updates the tools had gotten. I've chipped away at this for about 18 months. Also, I really focused on specific research for a few words, which I note below. I hope this makes it as accurate as it can possibly be.
I apologize for the image quality, my scanner is broken.
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To Eko-chan, ……Writing a letter to Eko-chan is….kind of nerve-wracking. Sorry if there are any typos. That day when we went to see the St. Bridget’s Day festival together, you said that you were “just an echo”. When I first met you, I might have said, “That’s not true!”, But now I think, “That’s fine.” Whether or not it’s a reverberation, Eko-chan is the one and only beautiful sound to me. ……This is second-hand from Gil. I was happy when he said “There’s nothing wrong with being fake” to me. When I’m with you, it’s different from when I’m with Alice or Gil. It makes me feel kind of uneasy. I want you to show me different emotions such as “happiness” or “joy”. Like the fireworks we saw that day, I want to go look at the sights you don’t know about together. Hehe… So, at that time, ———will you let me take your hand again? “Echo.”
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To Oz-sama, Thank you for your letter. No one has ever sent a letter to me personally. I was very surprised. I was even more surprised by the content. Oz-sama, a lot of the sentences you wrote were embarrassing to read. Do you know how many times I had to stop reading because my face got hot? The rest is not well-explained. You said when you’re with me, “it makes me feel kind of uneasy,” but what does that mean? It’s a strange coincidence, but when I’m with you, I also feel “uneasy” and it's something I can't even describe, so please tell me the true meaning of that word next time.
NOTES:
唯一 無二 [Yuiistu Muni] — I invariably got this as "one and only" until recently. While that's what I see listed as the translation first in most cases, I also see it means "unique" or "irreplaceable" and the like. So it could also be something like "uniquely beautiful".
むず痒い [Muzugayui] — This word has become my arch-nemesis. The main translation I find is "itchy", which just does not make sense in English sentences. I've also found it can mean "creepy" or "uneasy feeling", and a friend who looked into it for me saw someone say it can mean an indescribable state of mind. I went through several options before I settled on "uneasy".
君 [Kimi] — After learning about the various words for "you" and their meanings recently, I revisited this just to see which ones I saw here. I kind of lost it when I found this at the end of Oz's letter. Now, this can be used in several circumstances (in another letter, I saw him use it in a quote from Break), but it can be used by a boy talking to his girlfriend. I will also note that I have no reference to the Japanese text in the manga, so for all I know this is what he normally says to her and I'm overreacting.
エコー [Echo] — I just wanted to note that these were actually voiced at the events apparently. So I like to think about that at the end of his letter...
私 [Watashi] — Because it's noteworthy, Echo uses a first-person pronoun, which she only does after that "I am" moment in the story, I'm told.
Now, some background. I was ordering various things from the event, including the booklet which contains the Letters From Oz to the main cast, and a few of the random pack responses, which I was extremely lucky to get Echo’s from.
I actually got the responses first, which meant I was left guessing on what Oz wrote. Without context, I really couldn't decipher the results very well. I thought there might be a vague reference to the ship, which is Word of God confirmed canon, but neither of them had any clue yet.
But, then I got Oz's letter. I think I literally screamed when I was reading the first pass through Google. It makes me so upset that you see next to nothing of them in canon, and literally nothing in the official artwork. The fact that you only get to see Echo with her abusers just enrages me.
"But Noise is feeling better." NO. It's not okay, it's not nice. She deserves so much better both inside and out of canon. Don't even get me started on Vincent...
Anyway, I'm very happy because this is the closest there is to having Something for them in the midst of that literal nothing.
EDIT: WOW THANKS TUMBLR, apparently my draft posted when I wasn't actually finished getting this together. There may be a few other changes. Sigh...
EDIT 2: Okay, this is the final version. Sorry about that.
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how do you deal with being a lot smarter/ having your brain work in a different way than most people? I see you get bored at work quickly. How does it translate in interpersonal relationships? Do you make friends easily (real friends, not acquaintances you are friendly with)? was it hard finding a partner that could keep up? Do you find most people boring rather fast? Do you spend more time by yourself, in hobbies that don't require too much contact with other people? just curious as it seems we work the same way for a lot a things.
Hmmm...I don't think I'm "smarter" than most people, I think I have a high efficiency in logic, and I had a lot of good opportunities to be exposed to many different topics in my education, including philosophical topics like epistemology (how do you know something) that are helpful tools. I don't think the things I've learned require any innate intelligence to understand, in fact I think most people could understand given the opportunity. I think in retrospect my logical prowess (brag) had a downside of me being rather rigid and also sometimes assuming something I believed came from logic rather than belief, especially religion when I was a teen. In any case, that's something I'm better at now. I'm also more comfortable than ever going "I don't know." Also, once you get to that point of being comfortable saying "I don't know", you learn quickly how much you're saying it. Fucking don't know anything really lol.
I get bored easily because most people do. Frankly, you just have to lower your expectations at work. You're not going to get to do the things your best suited for all the time. I'm making a switch into a high paced, high pressure career because honestly I've learned about me that I thrive in that condition. I hate having nothing to do at work, it feels like a waste of my time. When I have a job that asks me to have 6 things in my head at once, I do great. When I have a job that asks me to get one thing done, then get another thing done, I get neither done because I'm on tumblr all day procrastinating. Sometimes to figure out who you really are you just have to do a bit of everything for ten years, it's fine.
I make friends fine, there's some struggle because I love really intimate conversation the most, and I find that hard to ask for lately. Also, you get older, parties are fewer and far between. People just have things to do, so you have to find your own thing to do, too. It's better investing in classes and skills than going out to drink every weekend, believe me (or don't).
My bf and I are different in a lot of ways. Our relationship does not always look like the relationship I had in my head when I thought of my "dream relationship" and that's okay. I don't know if he "keeps up" with me, he doesn't have the same skill at debate as me tbh and sometimes he doesn't even try cause he knows I'll win, which isn't very satisfying for a debater (me lol). But life's not just about winning arguments, sometimes it's about hanging out and watching tv together and walking the dog. I think he's taught me that making everything an intellectual exercise is actually exhausting and sometimes it's nice to just say well I guessed I liked that and not think much else. I have other people to pick apart media and politics with.
No, I find people endlessly fascinating. People have better stories than I could ever dream up in my head. I love people. I want to cozy up with anyone in a little cafe and hear their life story and pick their brain apart. Even if I end up disliking them, it's fun to armchair psychoanalyze them in my head lol.
Ehhh, lately yes I spend a lot of time by myself. I don't know if I'm happier that way or that's just how it's shaked out after the pandemic, but I'm much more comfortable being alone than I was as a teen. Even in my relationship, we just sometimes do our own thing in the same space, and I like that more than ever. However, I am hoping my new career will get me in contact with lots of new people. I've said this before not too long ago, but I personally think if your friendships are getting stale, that doesn't mean there's anything wrong with you or them, you just need more variety in your life. You have to miss them sometimes to make the relationship stronger. I also have someone I've been getting closer too lately in the past few weeks that I'm excited to extend a more intimate request of friendship soon. I hope she'll say yes to brunch I really want to talk to her more and want to be close friends with her :)
Anon, I'm glad you can see something in me that reminds you of you. Hold on to that as proof that people like you are out there, and you probably have more things in common with all people than you might realize. Also, you will change. Things change. I'm not old but I'm older, and I can tell. When being a homebody gets boring, you'll become a social butterfly. When that gets stale, you'll become a homebody again. It's the way of things.
Good luck sis :)
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The Type You Save ~ T W O
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Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.
Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?
They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.
TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation
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Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist
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Six years before… 
Alex Richards never had a care in the world.  She was good at what she did.  Never been caught, never been accused. She was going to keep it that way.   She skipped into the boss’s office, not having to wait for him to allow her to enter.  Once of the perks of being Christian Grey’s girl.  She waltzes in as he was on the phone and sat in his lap, her usual spot.  
“I understand that Walker, but it needs to be handled. Just take care of it.  I have an important package to open.” Christian slammed the phone down and ran his hands over Alex’s legs.  “Hello pet.”  
“Mr. Grey.”  
Christian growled at her response.  “How many times do I have to say don’t call me that in the office?”  
“Sorry baby.”  Alex planted a kiss behind his ear, knowing it would calm him.  He hummed his enjoyment.  
“What do you want Alexandra?” 
“I’m bored.  Thought you might need me.” She shrugged.  
“I do need someone to pick up a necklace from a lax client.  Think you can handle it?”  
“Sure.  Anything else?”  
“Yeah, Walker is going with you.  He needs to speak to the client.”  
Alex crinkled her nose.  “Walker really?  He’s so, I don’t know, rude.”  
Christian sighed.  “Baby, just get the necklace.” He flashed her the picture of the diamond necklace. “It’s in a safe in the office.  John will be look out for you.”  
She rolled her eyes.  “Fine.  But only because you asked nicely.”  She planted a searing kiss on him, leaving him breathless.  “We’ll finish that when I get back,” she whispered against his lips.  She got up.  
He adjusted his pants.  “Looking forward to it, pet.  Be safe. And don’t…” 
“Get caught. I know baby.  I got it.”  She winked and walked back to her separate office.  She closed the door and changed into her all-black suit, skin tight to allow her free range while she worked.  She put on her mask and flipped the googles to the top of her head, making it look like she had kitten ears.  She attached her tools to her waist as a knock on the door sounded.  “Come in!” 
John Walker or the Hand as he was called within the mob walked in, smiling as if he was the boss.  “You ready, Kitty?”  
“Don’t call me that.”  Alex’s code name was the Cat.  Fitting seeing as she was a cat burglar.  It really came from how her googles sat in her dark brown hair.  “Almost.  Just finishing up.”  She brushed out her hair to remove any loose hairs and then tied it back. Not getting caught meant taking every precaution to not leave evidence behind.  
She grabbed her gloves and faced Walker again.  “What’s with the smile?” 
“Nothing.  Just ready to be done tonight.  Have a date.” 
“Poor girl.”  
“Hey fuck you, Alex.”  
“Christian already does that Walker, don’t be jealous.”  She started to walk to her bike.  
“Nuh uh. We’re taking my car.”  He grabbed Alex and pushed her to his black Camero.  
“So boring Walker.  At least Nate rides next to me.”  
“And Nate is a kiss ass. He’s just trying to get in your pants.”  Walker smirked.  “If he flirted any harder, the Boss will eat him alive.”  He waved his hand.  “Tell the Snake to slither away.”  
“He’s my best friend Walker so mind your manners.”  
Walker shook her head.  “Whatever you say Kitty.”  
Alex grounded her teeth.  Dealing with Walker always tested her limits but she would do anything for Christian.  They made it to a wealthy home outside of Pittsburgh.  Walker pulled to the back of the house to stay hidden of the main road.  
“Ok, our client should be home in about 20 minutes.  That gives you 15.  What’s your plan Kitty?” 
“The safe is where?” 
“Office, second floor.”  
“Well, I think I will just use the front.”  
Walker gave her an exasperated look. “There are cameras on the front door.”  
“I didn’t say I was using the door.”  She smirked, flipped her googles down and exited the car.  Walker followed to keep looked and watched as Alex shot a rope up to the roof, out of the eye of the camera.  She climbed swiftly to an open window on the third floor. She slid in, not moving a thing.  Walker was impressed with how quick and smooth she did that.  There was a reason she handled the tight spot robberies.  
Alex walked smoothly through the home, not a sound made, her googles in night mode.  The house was quiet, unsettling her but she thrived on the tension. She thought back to her start. Christian only asked for her help so that they would do what’s right.  If her brother could help, so could she.  She found the office and started to work on cracking the safe.  It was pretty standard until she heard a door open and voices floating up to her.  She hid in the cupboard until the voices passed. She made it to the safe and got the necklace out, leaving the safe locked again as if she had never been there.  She made her way back out when she heard Walker’s voice.  “You shouldn’t have crossed Mr. Grey, Mr. Williams.” 
Alex crept down to see Walker by the front door, holding a gun to his side as he spoke to Mr. Williams.  
“I understand.  Please I don’t want to make a scene.  My son is just in the other room. I’ll pay anything.”  
“You should have thought of that when making a deal with Mr. Grey.”  Alex watching in horror as Walker raised his weapon and shot Mr. Williams in his head.  She covered her mouth so she wouldn’t let out her scream.  The little boy yelled for his father as Walker simply wiped the blood of his face and walked back out.  
Alex wasn’t going to get in the car with him.  She climbed down on the other side of the house and into the garage.  The man had a dirt bike, no plates; she hotwired it and took off.  She made it back to the warehouse before Walker and went to Christian.  
Christian looked at her impassively and reached out, motioning for the necklace.  “Thank you pet.”  
“Why have me steal it if you were going to murder him?”  
Christian stopped and stood up in front of her. She tried to keep her stance as he stalked towards her. “Don’t ask questions Alexandra.” He grabbed her by her hair and held her in place. “I run my business as I see fit. If you don’t like it, go, leave.  See if you can survive on your own.”  He let her go, shaking her in the process.  
Five years before… 
It’s been a year since the incident with Christian and Walker.  Alexandra ended her relationship with Christian and he treated her like one of his lieutenants.  She did jobs, avoided Christian and John as much as possible.  She stayed close to Nate, code name the Snake.   He could blend in anywhere, slithering his way into places with just a smile.  They were on the roof, looking at the stars.  
“You’re thinking of leaving, aren’t you?” he asked one day 
You turned your head towards him. “How did you know?” 
“The way you’re acting.  You’ve been giving equipment to some newbies, training that chick in your methods.  You’re leaving.”  
“I have to.  I just can’t keep doing this when I know that Christian is murdering innocent people.  We had a code, you know.  No kids, no women, no innocents.”  
“When are you planning to leave?” 
“Dunno.  Pittsburgh has been great, but I need to get lost in another city.” She could feel her eyes stinging. “I don’t want to leave you.”  
“Hey I understand.  You gotta take care of yourself and staying here with Grey and Walker isn’t taking care of yourself.”  Nate stoke her face.  “When?” 
“Tonight.  After Chris and John go to sleep.  I parked my bike in the woods with a bag.”  
“Do you need anything?” 
“Nah.  Got a couple of grand in cash.  I’ll get a job, go straight.” She looked back up towards the sky.  “This will be good right?” 
“The Boss will be pissed.  You keep your head down alright?” 
“Thanks Nate.”  
It was quick, the getaway.  She slipped from her room, leaving a note, promising to never talk about Christian or the mob ever.  Alex made her way to the only large city she knew she could get lost in.  It took a few hours but finally she saw the cityscape coming into view. New York.  
Four and Half years before… 
“Alex, these plates!” 
“Got it Joe!”  Alex scurried to pick up the hot plates and make it to the tables.  Going straight was not easy.  But Alex was happy.  Happy that she was one her own, earning money, studying to pass her exam with Bishop Security.  
 It was early Saturday morning, the club rush finally gone, the early morning cops making their way in to the diner. The regulars greeted her while she served their coffees.  They were friendly, generous tippers, the rookies hoping to catch her eye.  She smiled but declined, not ready to be involved yet.  Until he came in.  
James Barnes was a new detective to the 107th precinct. He had only been with them for a few months along with his best friend Steve Rogers.  He had heard that Joe’s had the best food and the best coffee in the neighborhood.  Having finally gotten an early shift, they made their way down to the dinner.  
“Buck, all I’m saying is, you need to not be so intense sometimes.  The guys will warm up to you.” 
“I just feel like the rookies disrespect me.”  
“They don’t.  It’s in your head.  They can’t see the rod in your arm so why bring more attention to it.”  
James hated to be reminded of the rod.  One accident, a stupid one at that, caused him to have the titanium rod and four screws into his left arm. Took a year away from the force and nine months of physical therapy but he made it.  He got to be a detective in the NYPD.  He rolled his shoulder. “Fine Steve, whatever you say.” They slid into a booth.  
“Anything I can get you boys?” he heard as he looked up.  His jaw fell slightly as he took in the dark-haired beauty in front of him. “C-coffee please.”  
“Coming right up.”  Alex never looked at the guys but could already tell they were from the precinct.  She grabbed a couple of mugs and poured the inky black drink.  She headed back.  “Here ya go,” as she set them down and was hit with the most gorgeous blue eyes she had ever seen.  “I, umm, sorry, did you want to order anything?”  
The blond took her attention.  “Yeah, scrambled eggs, bacon, toast please.”  
“Sure.  And for you?” She turned back to the brunette. He was gorgeous as sin, dark with just enough scruff that she knew it would feel good. His suit was tailored perfectly to his shoulders, dark blue with a crisp white shirt and black tie.  
“Same as my partner,” he managed to answer while trying not to obviously check her out.  
“Let me get your orders going.  Holler if you need anything.”  She tried to walk away calmly and not look back at the man.  Her partner this morning, Sandy, had no problems checking out the detectives.  
“Ooo, new ones this morning,” she said as she flicked her eyes over them.  “Did ya get a name?” 
“I got their order.  Didn’t get a name yet,” Alex said, trying to breathe again.  
“Well, they are yummy, and the brunette hasn’t stopped staring at you.”  
“Shut up Sandy, no he isn’t.”  
“Well, you can take the brunette and I’ll take the yummy blonde.” She licked her lips.  “Go get more details.”  She pushed the coffee pot at Alex.  
“Fine, fine.”  Alex walked back over.  “Refills?” 
“Thanks,” the blonde said. “Alex, is it?” He read her name tag.  
“Yeah, Alex or Alexandra, but I don’t go by that unless my momma is mad at me.” She smiled at her joke which got a chuckle from the pair.   
Steve looked at James to try and get him to talk.  When James remained frozen, Steve subtly shook his head.  “I’m Steve and this is my partner and best friend James.” 
“Nice to meet you both.  You work in the 107th?”  
“Yeah, just transferred as detectives.  You work here long?” 
“Just a few months, moved from Pittsburgh.”  Alex turned when she heard Joe yelling for her.  “Excuse me fellas.”  She left and Steve smacked James in the arm.   
“What is wrong with you, Buck?  Beautiful girl making conversation and you’re just sitting here like an idiot.”  
“Oh god,” James lowered his head onto the table.  “I just didn’t know what to say.  She’s gorgeous and…” he shut up as Alex came back with their plate.  
“Here you go, eggs, bacon toast.  Let me know if you need anything.”  She turned to walk away when she felt a hand on your arm.  Alex turned to see James touching her.   
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude.  It’s just, you took my breath away.” He offered a crooked smile that made Alex weak in your knees.  “I’m James.”   
“Alex.  It’s nice to meet you.”  
“That’s a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”  She flushed and smiled. “I wanted to ask and not be disrespectful, but could I have your number?  Maybe we could grab a coffee or a drink?” 
Alex hesitated, her criminal instincts taking over for a second, but she shook it from herself.  “Sure.”  She took a receipt slip and wrote out her number, handing the slip to him.   
“Thanks doll.” He folded it and slipped it into his pocket. “I’ll call when my shift is over.”  
“No problem.”  She flashed him a smile.  “But don’t call me doll.” She walked away, stunning him.   
He sat back down and looked at Steve who had his mouth wide open.  “What?” 
“Where the hell did that come from?  I haven’t seen you like this since Dorothy.”  
“Yeah well, I guess it takes the right girl to bring it outta me.”  James smiles and dug into his food. “Eat punk, before it gets cold.”  
“Whatever jerk.”  Steve looked back at Alex and Sandy.  “Think you could help me with her friend?” 
“Let me get though the first date man.  She may hate my ass.”  
“Doubt it but sure whatever.”  
As promised James called as soon as he was out.  Alex happened to be at home, curled up on her couch, drinking wine.  “Hello?” 
Is this Alex? 
“Who’s calling?” 
It’s James, from the diner.  
“Oh, hi.”  
Hi, is this a bad time? 
“No, no, just hanging on my couch. How was work?” 
Not too bad, not as much crime as usual which was nice.  
She could hear him smile through the phone.  “That’s good.”  
Yeah.  He cleared his throat, so listen, a drink, tomorrow? 
“Sure, I’d love to.”  
McHenry’s at 8? 
“Perfect. So, talk tomorrow?” 
Well, maybe we could talk now?  Seeing how I just got home, and Steve is hogging the shower.  
Alex giggled.   “Partners, best friends, Roommates.  Something you need to tell me, Detective?” 
Only that his punk ass needs a girlfriend.  This got a laugh from Alex.  
They spent an hour on the phone, just talking about whatever came up.  He was a local, growing up in Brooklyn with a sister. He and Steve had been best friends from elementary school.  Alex told him about growing up in San Diego and moving east for school.  She didn’t mention that she moved to New York to get away from her past.  Seemed like too heavy a topic for a first phone call.  
The drinks the next night lasted until dawn the next morning.  When James finally walked Alex home, he asked for permission before kissing her sweetly. She leaned into it, his kiss nothing like Christian’s.   
“Can I see you again?” 
“Yes.  Tonight?” 
“Absolutely doll.”  
“Don’t call me doll.” 
They were happy for a year and a half.  Until Christian Grey came knocking on her door and rocked her world on its axis.  
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A3! Sumeragi Tenma - Translation [SR] Festival of Blooming (2/2)
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*Please read disclaimer on blog
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Tenma: It’s perfect, as expected.
Yuki: I made it properly, after all.
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Tenma: In any case, it feels kind of weird that I’m wearing the same clothes as you.
Yuki: It looks awkward even from my point of view. But it’s fine once in a while, right? It’s not that it looks totally off.
Tenma: That’s fine then… Ah, hold on. Let me borrow some of your sewing tools and fabric before I start my skit.
Yuki: Oh, sure. Let’s see. I’ll lend you these. Here you go.
Tenma: Thanks… Alright, I’m ready. Here goes nothing. “…I’m done trimming, so next I’ll match the fabrics… Ah, should I call Taichi before that? He should be home at this hour.”
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Yuki: (Mm, is this me when I’m making costumes…)
Tenma: “Done. Alright, I’ll start stitching with the sewing machine.”
Yuki: (I’m always making our costumes with such a serious look on my face, huh?)
Tenma: “Urgh, this sucks. The thread came loose from the machine…” “*Sigh*, guess I’ll do it over again.” “…Nice, it’s finished! It came out perfectly, just like how I imagined!”
Yuki: (Do I smile like that when I complete a costume?)
Tenma: …What do you think? I did a bang-up job, didn’t I?
Yuki: …Your handwork was questionable though. Or rather, you didn’t have to act out the times I make mistakes too.
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Tenma: Well, it’s more realistic including that, isn’t it?
Yuki: *Sigh*. Being shown your failures is the worst. …But the skit itself wasn’t bad. I realized things about myself I wasn’t aware of…
Tenma: What’d you say?
Yuki: Nothing. Anyways, why did you decide to do a costume-making skit?
Tenma: Ah, that? I thought about a lot of different activities. But in the end, the reason is because you look the happiest when you’re making costumes. Besides, the one who sees you working on your costumes in our room the most is me, your roommate. If I was going to play you, my roommate, then I figured that was the only way to go.
Yuki: Hmm…
Tenma: Hey, I gave you a sincere answer and that’s all you’ve got!
Yuki: Well, that was the point of this exercise, wasn’t it? More importantly, we have to take your polaroid picture now.
Tenma: Geez, why are you bringing that up…
Yuki: Come on, hurry up. I’ll take a really nice shot for you.
Tenma: Why are you so eager?
Yuki: That’s none of your concern, hack. Okay, strike a pose. This might become merch, so do a cool one.
Tenma: S-sure…
Yuki: Ah, turn your body this way a little more.
Tenma: You’re being really fussy…
Yuki: It’s pointless if your sweater isn’t visible. Okay, I’m taking it.
*click*
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Yuki: Yep, looks nice.
Tenma: It sure does. My expression is on point too.
Yuki: The fans will love this, won’t they?
Tenma: Of course they will.
Yuki: Hey, can I write “worn by Sumeragi Tenma” and sell this sweater? I’m thinking of opening a store on a flea market app.
Tenma: HAH!? That’s obviously a no! (Don’t tell me—is that why he put so much effort into making a new one for me…!?)
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Yuki: Alright. Then why don’t I give you this sweater and you can wear it all the time, take pictures, post them on inste, and walk around outside advertising it?
Tenma: Over my dead body!
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55 Questions with Guniw Tools (Eng. translation)
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This is an interview with Full & Asaki published to Vicious magazine in September of 1998. The internet is severely lacking in english translations for Guniw Tools content so i thought i'd post one^^
Part 2 of the interview under the cut | Part 1
23. if you were to compare yourself to an animal, what would it be? Why? Tomo: Orca, scary but friendlier than you think. Asaki: I'm like a dog… 24. If you were to get married, what kind of wedding would you like? Tomo: That's a stupid question! Asaki: Avant-garde, like contemporary radicalism. 25. Do you want to have children in the future? If so, how many? Tomo: 2 animals Asaki: √3 26. What does love mean to you? Tomo: To remember as many memories as possible for as long as possible. Asaki: MOTHER FUCKER note: it actually says this in english 27. Where would you like to live other than Tokyo or Hokkaido? Why? Tomo: Germany, Denmark, Scotland, Canada. Asaki: Anywhere as long as life is good. 28. When and what is the worst injury you ever had? Tomo: Dislocated shoulder, when I was about 2 years old, my father and I were holding hands and he was swinging me around Asaki: 3 days of a dislocated neck.  29. If you had a previous life, what do you think you were?  Tomo: A snake or an okera* *type of fruit fly Asaki: A grasshopper, nothing special... 30. If your partner had a previous life what would they be (Asaki what is Tomo or Tomo what is Asaki)? Tomo: Asaki says he's a grasshopper, but his previous life was a platypus. Asaki: He was a mole. note: blunt but incredibly true 31. When do you feel most at home doing when you are working? Tomo: When I'm making something that's not work. Asaki: Making a good cup of coffee and putting on my favorite background music. 32. What type of woman do you think is unforgivable? What is the type of woman you can't stand? Tomo: A woman who changes her voice to thin and high when in front of a man. Asaki: The ones who are still worried about their problems after talking to others about them. I don't really care about that. 33. Who do you resemble more, your mother or your father? What do they look like? Tomo: detailed like my father and rough like my mother. Asaki: My father i’m sure. in many ways… 34. What type of man do you think is cool? Give an example. Tomo: Takao Kataoka from Nemuri Kyōshirō, right? Asaki: Katsudo.* *though this translates to literally ‘cutlet man,’ he may be referring to ‘katsudō-benshi’ or katsuben, a type of performer during the silent film era who provided live narration for silent films, they were considered masterful storytellers & artists 35. At what moment do you feel you are cool? Tomo: When I can do a sakaagari* (once in the past, around June of ’95). *a gymnastics move that involves flipping your body around a bar Asaki: The moment when someone brought me an ashtray even though I was smoking in a non-smoking area!
36. What kind of grandfather/old man do you think you will be? Tomo: A tricky old man who knows a lot of things. Asaki: Katsudo. 37. What artists have you been listening to recently?  Tomo: [empty] Asaki: I listen to all kinds of things.  38. I was washed up on a deserted island. If you were allowed to take one thing with you, what would it be? Tomo: A survival knife Asaki: A door to anywhere. 39. Have you ever seen a ghost? If so, please describe the encounter. Tomo: I can't write it in such a small space. Asaki: While driving... I felt a presence. 40. What has made you laugh recently? Tomo: Something happened, but what was it? Asaki: Everything. 41. What would you like to try if you had more time? Tomo: What more do i have to try? Asaki: Every day is a case of crisis [007]. 42. What kind of part-time jobs have you had? Tomo: inscribing names on rings, drawing on a canvas. Asaki: I used to drill holes in the earth. 43. Are there moments where you feel pressure? When is it? Tomo: In the very beginning Asaki: I put up a barrier, so I'm fine.  44. How do you feel whenever you see yourself in makeup? Tomo: A spectre. Asaki: ikareponchi* *theres no word for this in english, it basically means an insane/silly person, think ‘a nut’ 45. What do you find sexy in a woman♡? Tomo: a fine neck and her hips. Asaki: I love those lines~ 46. How do you feel about the album "DAZZLE" now that it's finished? Tomo: Well, I'm looking forward to the video! Asaki: Praise me!! 47. What is the theme of this album? (For example, please write each one in your own words.) Tomo: Revenge/Fresh start Asaki: The latest music, latest rhythms, new guitars, & much more 48. If you had to pick one favorite song on this album, which song would it be and why? And why? Tomo: Picture of Utopia Asaki: All my lovely children, I love you all. 49. Is there anything on this album that you used that is not a musical instrument? What is it? And why did you use them? Or what would you like to use in the future? Tomo: I used a lot of different instruments. Asaki: I did a lot of things like hitting my body, and I'm sure I'll do something else in the future...!  50. If you had to describe this album in one word, how would you describe it? (For example, please write each in your own words) Tomo: Lake (湖) Asaki: If I had to guess, I'd say "Spirit (気)"... it’s not easy, I didn't make something simple that can be summed up in one word... Do you think something you worked so hard on for half a year could be summed up in just one word?  51. Why did you choose "Hush and…" for a single cut? (For example, please write it in your own words, even if they are the same)  Tomo: Revenge Asaki: There was a certain process that goes along with it... But what do you think? It's good, right?  52. Which song was the most difficult for you to record?  Tomo: "Border of Taboo” Asaki: Picture of Utopia. How about that one, isn’t it a great song? 53. Is there any game you were addicted to playing while recording? What is it? Tomo: [empty] Asaki: Playing billiards in memory of ????* *i couldn’t translate this, here is the raw text incase anyone knows: いなごのつくだ煮記念ビリヤード大会 54. Please promote the album in your own way! Tomo: I counted down to three and said "Listen to it" Asaki: Pay attention to the five senses! 55. (From Tomo to Asaki, from Asaki to Tomo) What would you like to say about the achievement of this album?  Tomo: What in the world have you been doing all this time?  Asaki: “…isn’t it great!?” ←今井風* *'in the style of' something, though i’m unsure
Please feel free to share this as you'd like, i want their art to be as accessible as possible :)
You can see the full HQ interview scan here & the rest of photoshoot here
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Lizalfos study! The script is in Hylian, I shall provide a translation if you cannot read my horrendous handwriting. Translation is as left to right + commentary below:
Curved horn, unknown purpose (I genuinely have no idea how a Lizalfos would use this horn in a menaingful way, however in my moblin study I theorised that they could act as a ‘magical storage organ’, which may also explain the talon-like protrusions on the elbows that also don’t seem to be used for anything.)
Hunched shoulders (this likely means the foramen magnum/hole in the of the skull is placed on the back and not directly underneath, indicating likely lower intelligence than Hylians and issues with balance).
Pronounced jaw (weird, wouldn’t that impact hydrodynamics?)
crude metal (interesting and unique ability to forge and use metals for tools, indicates that Lizalfos may have higher intelligence than Moblins and Bokoblins despite their unusual posture and vertebrae placement).
Presence of sclerotic ring (the sclerotic ring is that weird ‘hoop’ that the Lizalfos and a few other animals have in their eyes, it’s exact purpose is unknown however some claim it is used to reinforce the eye from damage. I think this is notable, considering his eyes are structured like that of a chameleon, and chameleons do not have sclerotic rings. Maybe a vestigial, evolutionary leftover from his ancestors?)
Roughly 6 feet tall
Fatty hump? (There appears to be a fat reserve in the lizalfos’ back and shoulders, I don’t think this erves much of a purpose in standard Lizalfos but I can certainly see individuals in extremely hot or cold temperatures using this reserve for storing moisture and/or burning for heat. This is likely why Lizalfos are so successful in Hyrule and are found EVERYWHERE!)
Tongue pad (ok this tongue makes no sense, why would a sapient reptile with a high metabolism need an ambush technique such as this? He can move fast just fine, why need a speedy tongue? It’d probably make catching fish with his mouth harder too. Weird.)
Unusual crest adaptation (another weird thing, perhaps for heat dissipation in hotter climates? Unlikely, it’s not worth it given that the Lizalfos is a reptile combined with the crest’s shape hindering hydrodynamics. This likely has another, unknown purpose.)
Strangely mammalian features? (Did you guys know that a defining feature of reptiles is that they have legs to the sides of their bodies and not directly underneath it like mammals do? Not to mention this reptile’s body looks startlingly anthropomorphic, like a chameleon that was forcibly contorted into a Hylian-shape. Creepy.)
As hard as I try to explain a lot of this animal’s physiology, this fellow’s appearance simply does not make sense in the slightest lmao. A semi-aquatic reptile with a hydraulic tongue and a prehensile tail? Are you insane?
Not bashing Nintendo’s design though, they’re really adorable, but not terribly scientifically accurate god i’m such a nerd
My best possible explanation for the Lizalfos’ weird appearance is because of an unnatural selection pressure, ie. perhaps they started out as chameleons and were warped into monsters by evil magic, hence their extremely borked appearance? Idk just spitballing lmao.
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@aroace-polysho hi venus idk how tf to work sekaipedia and im on my phone at work so im doing stories here. translation by puroeng
Ch1 Disturbing Notification
25:00 ; Kanade’s room
Kanade: I guess I was right to lower the bass. The melody really does stand out now.
Mafuyu's lyrics seems to fit too.
Next is the C meoldy...
Mafuyu: [...I'm off now.]
Kanade: [Ah... okay.]
Ena: [Eh, already? Just a little longer can't you?]
Mafuyu: [... I've finished my work for today and I may worry my mom so...]
[Instead, I think I'll login and start work early tomorrow.]
Kande: [...Understood. Then I'll have the next demo finished earlier, too.]
Mafuyu: [Really?]
Kanade: [Yeah, all that's left to do is the fine-tuning.]
Mafuyu: [Got it. I'm waiting for it.]
Kanade: [Ah...]
flashback to sekai
Miku: Mafuyu looks relieved when she's making songs with you all.
flashforeward to current
Kanade: Yeah
<everyone does that lil nod thing>
Mafuyu: [See you tomorrow...]
Kanade: [Yeah, goodnight...]
Kanade: ........
Kanade: (I haven't made a song that can save Mafuyu yet.)
(But... If spending time making songs like this can be of help to Mafuyu-)
(Let's keep it up. And then one day, I'll surely-)
the next day ; Asahina's living room
Mafuyu: Then,I'm going now mom.
Mafumom: Take care... Oh, you have bags under your eyes.
Did you study too hard last night? Don't push yourself too hard, okay?
Mafuyu: Ah, you're right. It was fun solving the puzzle, so I was completely engrossed.
I'll be off early today, so it's okay. I'm off, then.
Mafumom: ...Mafuyu is always eager to study, isn't she?
But-
flashback
Mafuyu: I want to try it... making music.
flashforeward
Mafumom: (Someday, it'll be too late to regret it...)
Mafuyu's room
Mafumom: (...Not in this folder, either.)
I think there might be some music data somewhere, but I can't find it.
But Mafuyu is smart, so maybe she's trying not to be found.
Apparently, there's something called a hidden folder. Let's look for it a little more.
--As I thought.
In this folder... an illustration, and is this... a verse? Oh?
....Nightcord.....?
chat: [I'm going to be off. I'll give the progress of the illustration.] [I've got the video content ready too. Please look at it later!] [Thank you both, I'll check it out.]
Mafumom: ....This is a chat tool.
(I can't believe she uses this stuff... Maybe this is where she's making her music related contacts.)
Yuki: [I've sent over the lyrics.]
Mafumom: ... this yuki one is Mafuyu.
The message was sent at one in the morning.
flashback
Mafumom: Did you study too hard last night? Don't push yourself too hard, okay?
Mafuyu: Ah, you're right. It was fun solving the puzzle, so I was completely engrossed.
flashforeward
Mafumom: ..........
K: [This new demo is ready. Yuki, I'd appreciate if you think you can work on it.]
Mafumom: .....K.....
I see, this is the kid making the song.
Miyamasuzaka
Kanade: (...Dad looked fine today.)
(He still didn't remember anything about me after all, but...)
(But, I'm glad I could talk to him even just a little.)
....Alright, once I get home I'll work my best on the song.
(It's good that I could finish the demo early. Mafuyu's about to go home too-)
....Huh? Whats this notification?
A friend request on Nightcord?
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Arc Two 102
(I think we finally hit the new stuff? Maybe?)
“Tell me about this Forge,” Nyota said. She was almost too tired to call the staff to her hand, but it still answered her in a flare of red light that made Gizzie flinch and gasp. The cold metal felt like part of her now. Had it always felt like that, or was it something that had changed in the fight with Aroneus?
Arjun nodded, adjusting his visor to knock off a last bit of frost. “Right. I’d love to take this thing apart, see what makes it work… But no one could put it back together after that. We made it this far, though. Might as well take something back with us, right?”
Nyota frowned. “What exactly are we taking, Arjun?” The warm air in this chamber stung and soothed her throat at the same time; her voice sounded terrible, she knew it.
He gestured at the anvil again. “These Builder’s Forges, they run on some strange, ancient energy source. Can’t translate the symbol for it. But my guess is that staff of yours, being so old, it might just do the trick. It won’t hurt the thing, at any rate.”
Nyota still hesitated. She had grown fond of the odd weapon from the depths of the Avian Temple. It felt like even more a part of her than her favored spear did, responding to just her thoughts. “You are certain about that?”
The old man nodded firmly. “I’m certain. These things can’t be used to break stuff.” He kicked the anvil lightly. “The Builders weren’t big on breaking things, for the most part. In the name and all that. They had tools to break down inert organic matter and remake it, if the notes were right. We’re not really sure how. But the Anvil can’t.”
Nyota took a breath and nodded. That helped.
Lana touched her shoulder. “Chin up, Captain,” she whispered. “It is not an experiment. No control, no variables. Not a lab coat in sight.”
Nyota paused again, just shook her head and laughed. “Only we would think of that,” she whispered back. But Lana was right. There was no need to fear the unknown this time. Lana just squeezed her shoulder and smiled.
Arjun nodded, pleased. “Just touch the anvil, ma’am. That should be all we need to see if it works or not.” He nodded again, hand to chin. “It’d be a miracle if it does work after all this time, no sense in getting my hopes up, of course. But trying can’t hurt.”
Nyota pushed all the possible ways that trying could hurt out of her mind. After all they had done together to get this far, she trusted Arjun. She felt herself waver with exhaustion as she lifted her hand.
Tarvei put a hand on her arm to steady her. “Maybe I should do this one, sis.” His amber eyes showed his worry clearly. Nyota’s tired mind realized her eyes had looked just like his, once, paler sclera and so open, so full of self. So free of the years of masks.
She smiled to reassure him and put her free hand over his briefly. “It’s fine. Just make sure I do not fall over. No, don’t argue. The staff is tuned to me already, so this saves trouble.” And she didn’t want him getting caught up in anything that might go wrong.
Vei frowned, but he bowed to her wishes. “Well, it’ll get you to nap sooner, I guess.”
Nyota laughed, stifled a hoarse cough, and touched the anvil.
Violet light flared around her, tossing her hair and gleaming in her eyes. Someone yelled—Arrowmail and Tarvei flinched back, Hadley and Lana reached for her. But it didn’t hurt. Nyota held up a hand and sparks collected in her palm like snow. The fiery aura settled down to a dull glow.
Nyota shook herself and tried to relax, visibly, and the doubt in their eyes faded just a little. It said something about all they had been through together, that no one questioned her judgment now.
Arjun grinned with fierce wonder. “Guess we finally know what happened to the weird purple energy from that old box,” he said. 
Lumen whistled and flickered with worry. “What’s this ‘bout weird energy? Well, darn silly question, I guess. Captain, last I checked, ya ain’t a novakid. What’re ya doin’ glowin’ like one?” 
“Eh, I think it’s nice on her,” Sonny told him. She sparked bright in the equivalent of a wink, even if her laugh was a little nervous still. “Right purdy lil’ light show.”
Arjun patted Lumen’s back, still grinning at Nyota. “Don’t worry about it. If she says she’s fine, she’s right. Damn, but I never thought… Captain, this is exactly what we were looking for.”
Nyota smiled back, light filling her eyes and dripping down into her hands. It was too overwhelming to speak, but she did not need to. Arjun took the lead. He guided her hands to the anvil, set the staff across it where it just touched her fingertips. 
“This was in Esther’s notes,” he explained. “The illustration was clear enough. You’ll be fine. These anvils were how they created their most useful tools.” 
“Perhaps even the artifacts,” Nyota murmured as some of the sheer force faded. “Arjun, you should record this. The Matter Manipulator has an option for that. The knowledge we gain from this could make everything worth it.” 
Arjun put a hand on her shoulder. “It’s already been worth it, Captain. But I don’t mind a bonus every now and then. Well, we’re almost done with this, then you can rest proper. Just touch the staff. The anvil will take it from there.”
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Drabble title: Surgery for a songbird Characters: Viroxa Galrix(picture), Unnamed bronze Summery: A brief peak into the work of a cerulean doctor and one of his many “patients”.
Very dark themes ahead, check the tags, I attempted to tag everything I could think of.If you think of others that should be here, let me know
Disclaimer: Fully aware this guy is fucked up. I don't condone any of his actions (obviously). This is a fictional character, and does horrendous fictional deeds. Read at your own discretion.
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Dark...
Cold... It's... cold.
“Ah, there we are. Welcome back to the waking world moonlight. Have a nice rest?”
Voice... Bad... Voice.
“Ah ah ah, no. You know the rules, no thrashing. We don’t want you hurting yourself do we? Well... not that you could feel it if you did. Still nice and numb from the medicine I hope.”
Force... Moving... Pushed... Down... Laying... No... Bad
"Today's the day, you are going to make the hopes and dreams of a young bronzie come true."
No...
“... You’d think this gets easier with each of these appointments. Sadly that rarely seems to be the case. Most of my donors get cold feet like you do. Every time... "
Escape... Move... Escape... Help.
"..."
"... Moonlight, please. I told you to stop thrashing... You're going to make this much harder for everyone involved. We go over this so frequently..."
No... No!
"Sigh... I had hoped the removal of your legs would have prompted a little more cooperation from you. I had assumed by the third neural vivisection you'd have dropped these pre-op anxieties, dear... Perhaps I expect too much, but really my dear, this is getting a bit old..."
"Alright, that's enough..."
Still... Be still.... No... Be still. Shh. Still... Escape!
Honestly I hate to raise my abilities to you moonlight, really you know I do, but really you give me no choice. All that movement could cause my scalpel to slip... There were go. Nice and still. Now stay just as you are while I get my tools, please. Removal of the vocal cords is a very tedious task. Soon enough though, you'll be helping a most lovely young lady sing to her heart's content for the first time in sweeps. Tragic life that one has lived, but you, you're going to give her her happy ending. I hear from a credible source your voice is quite heavenly. She'll be happy to carry its torch to an audience."
Still. Stop... Be still... Please... Still... Please stop.. Shh
"... Aw. Now now, don't give me the waterworks. This is a good thing, moonlight. Such a songbird's voice wasting away in the streets. It was only a matter of time before the drones came for you, you know. If the circus didn't scoop you up for their own entertainment. A barbaric lot that bunch can be... A homeless bronze blood, blood of your lussus still staining your clothes. I'd have given you a day if not hours. All that potential that would have gone to such a waste. To leave you out there would be to leave you for death. And we simply couldn't have that, could we?"
Death...Shh.. Die... Die... You're ok... please... Everything is fine... I don't...
"I envy you a little, honestly. A bit of you is going to reach the masses someday. A translator for that troll's hopes and dreams. An honorable position a piece of you will hold. Just as your legs helped that kind young man walk again. What was his name again. Was it-... Hm .. no that's not it..."
Name... What... Name... My... Name... Did I... Have? I... Hive... want...Go hive...
"Here we are. Everything nice and ready here. Now we can begin the operation. This'll be over in just a moment just hold still..."
Stop. Shh. Stop. Stop. Calm.. STOP
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In the quiet of a lab, the sound of a man at work are all a mind can hear. The quick, precise snipping of a surgical scalpel and scissors against wet skin every few moments. He's accompanied by the hum of machinery, it's many wires and tubes that run to and fro. Through these artificial veins pumped the false blood that kept his patient's body operational.
He could be like this for days if given the chance. The rush of adrenaline his line of work gave him was matched only by the knowledge of how much joy it brought his clients. Repurposing these old parts, rescuing them from their wasteful end, that's what this was all about. Efficiency, and the extended life of those who'd soon have had theirs torn from them. But until every part had found its purpose, he'd need to keep them fresh, usable. Alive.
A challenging task, for sure. He was more than willing to accept such a task, however. The fusing of metal and flesh, such a wonderfully interesting concept. To extend the time of the temporary, with the cold, hard exterior of eternity.
It's exciting, is it not? When the removal of his chosen parts was complete, he's quick to set it aside, iced and prepared for transplantation. Now comes the next phase of the procedure, he thinks to himself as he lifts his drill from the table.
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A lone mind sits in darkness.
It has not been able to see for some time now.
It can not count the days, nor nights.
Its mind screams to move, but its body lacks the strength, the will nor range to move from its confinements. So often it has tried to scream, but found no jaw to move. No tongue to form words.
Blind eyes weep tears of bronze down metal cheeks as it is pushed back into its container. It can sense this. The moving air over its numbed face one of the few senses it has been left with, if faded and distant.
It has stopped again.
Consciousness would soon cease again. It always did.
It is scared.
How much did he take this time.
How much will he take next?
Is it... Even a troll, anymore?
Will the next one be the last?
It doesn't know. It wants to leave. It wants to see again. It wants to feel grass upon its skin, rain upon its head.
The form lay strapped to a surgical table. It's body a mix of contorted flesh, carved away in places then wrapped in bandages. What wasn't wrapped was capped or welded shut with shiny grey metal, aside from its chest currently. The cavity pulled open and back to display what few organs remained like a frog on a lab student's table. Its most vitals long since having begun the pilfering and replacement process; ticking gears were a heart once beat, bloated sacks where its lungs once breathed. It's blood, once a vibrant bronze now diluted with artificial replacers, heavy in sedative drugs. Perhaps the only thing keeping the agony from this butchered existence at bay. What was likely a blessing at first now a curse as it longs for the feeling of anything at all, even pain, discomfort, something. It's thoughts have become lesser with each day of dismemberment. Its name lost, its identity, if it had one before, now lost in the wind. It remembers being called she once. But even that feels like an eternity ago, far from reach and lost in obscurity. It was only a matter of time before that too was taken.
It can feel itself slipping away again as it joins the others in storage. Back into unconsciousness. Back into the long dark before the repeat. Just like the times before, it's thoughts are few of words but consistent. A plea. A cry.
Kill... Me...
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