#look I might do an AMA sometime

[markscherz]

I… do not understand tumblr live. Like, are there actually only about 50 people streaming across the whole platform at any one time? And why are so many of them just… people smoking? Or unoccupied desks? And why is nobody talking about frogs?

#live #tumblr live #it occurs to me that the reason there are so few streamers is that I am in the wrong timezone #but honestly even off-peak 50 streamers is embarrassing numbers #look I might do an AMA sometime #but there is a very low chance that it will be on tumblr live #so far most livestreaming I've done has been on facebook and/or instagram #but those platforms both really suck for it #so I am not sure which platform I will use #suggestions are welcome #I have also dabbled with youtube #and once tried twitch #might try tiktok sometime #but it's not great on all these platforms without existing follower counts #these are the ramblings of a tumblr old #his continuing mission: #to teach you about strange and wonderful animals #to seek out new frog lovers and teach them fun facts #to try to understand why tumblr is worse than before

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Sneaking Around

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~900

Warnings: fluff

Summary: You and Spencer are keeping a relationship a secret from your brother, Derek

Square Filled: "don't you touch her." (2022) for @spencerreidbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

You don’t ever want to leave this bed. It feels too damn good to want to start your day. Spencer has been up for a while just watching you sleep. He likes to see your eyes flit back and forth underneath your eyelids as he wonders what you might be dreaming about. Where do you go when you fall asleep? Based on the smile on your face, your dream is about him.

“Darling. Wake up,” Spencer whispers and nudges his nose with yours.

You scrunch up your nose in the way he loves, the way that makes you look like a squirrel, and you open your eyes slightly. He waits until he sees your bright eyes before kissing the tip of your nose. There you go again with the cute nose scrunch.

“Why did you wake me? I was having a great dream,” you sigh happily.

“Was it about me?”

“When is it never about you?”

“Tell me what it was about.”

You yawn and move away to get a better look at him.

“Well, I was on this boat and it wasn’t a cruise ship-type boat but like a sailboat. You know, the one Rossi lets us use sometimes. We were in the middle of nowhere but we didn’t feel lost or felt scared. We felt content. I decided to go swimming so I jumped into the water, but then I grew a mermaid tail and you were so jealous because I swam faster than you. You jumped into the water to see if you could grow a tail but couldn’t. So, I decided to take you to my underwater world where we had fish children and ate kelp all the time.”

“Sounds adventurous,” Spencer laughs.

“It was weird,” you giggle.

“So, while you were snoring,” you push Spencer away playfully, “I was thinking maybe we can go up to your parents’ cabin this weekend.”

“That sounds ama—wait,” you sigh, “we can’t. Derek is having his friends over. He’s taking the weekend to do whatever it is they plan on doing. The last thing I need is to be caught by him.”

It’s not that Derek doesn’t approve of your relationship with Spencer, it’s just he’s so protective over you. You have nothing to do with the police or the FBI, and he doesn’t want you getting mixed up in that life. It’s bad enough he’s in it, he doesn’t want to add another person you could possibly lose. He’s only looking out for you, and you understand that, but you fell in love with Spencer the second he introduced you two.

You two have been seeing each other behind his back, and it’s been working out so far.

“Maybe we can rent a hotel room, then. I really want to go away with you for the weekend.”

“I’d like that,” you grin.

You lean over and kiss him, but the kiss is anything but short and sweet. It’s the kind of kiss that makes your head spin. The kind of kiss that makes you want to do very bad things with him. The kind of kiss that makes you fall in love with him all over again. The kiss gets heated very quickly and he pulls you onto his lap so you can feel how hard you’re making him.

Suddenly, the front door slams open and your brother can be heard laughing downstairs.

“Reid! You here?”

“Shit,” you gasp.

You scramble off Spencer and fall off the bed toward the window. Spencer laughs at your panic just as you crawl underneath his bed. Seconds later, Derek opens Spencer’s bedroom door, and you cover your mouth to keep quiet. Spencer doesn’t mind that Derek barges in whenever he wants. With him are Matt and Luke, and the latter smirks at the flushed look on Spencer’s face.

“Why is Y/N’s car here?”

“She dropped it off here,” Spencer thinks quickly. “She took an Uber to hang out with the girls. She didn’t want to drive, and it was cheaper to get one from here than her house.”

Luke looks around the room and sees your toes underneath the bed. He smirks but doesn’t comment on it.

“When she gets back, she can sleep in the guest room.”

“No problem,” Spencer shrugs.

“Don’t you touch her,” Derek points at him.

“I won’t. Why did you come here? Not that I don’t love your company.”

Spencer doesn’t want to get up because then they’ll see the boner he has.

“We’re going to a baseball game. Want to come?”

“No, thank you. I have a bunch of books to get through.”

“I can wait ten minutes,” Derek laughs.

“Maybe next time.”

“Alright. Let me know when she gets home safe.”

“Sure thing.”

The three men leave the room and Spencer busts out laughing at the situation.

“Shut up,” you glare and hit the underside of his bed. You crawl out from underneath it when you know it’s safe to do so. You kneel on the bed and kiss him lovingly. “Derek may be my brother, but he’s not the boss of me. I love you with all my heart, but I better go before he sees me.”

“We gotta tell him soon.”

“I know but sneaking around with you is so much fun,” you wink.

Instead of leaving through the bedroom door like a normal person, you sneak out of the window where there is a tree that slopes down, giving you the perfect escape route. Spencer watches you go with a chuckle, glad that someone like you is in his life.

x

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[oltammefru]

What about Kal'tsit do you like so much

It's really really difficult for me to talk about absolutely everything I adore about Kal'tsit because there's So Much, but maybe the thing about Kal'tsit I like the most is just how much capital W Weird stuff she has going on, especially with regard to her own body and identity and flesh. This is going to be a little incoherent as a list.

She's described in SN as this sort of eldritch entity, something that ordinary humans will never be truly capable of understanding in SN:

She's also incredibly Seaborn-coded.

She is quite inhuman at times, being a sort-of-machine made by the precursors, and having expressed the sentiment that she sometimes wishes she was an unthinking machine:

But at the same time she's trying so so incredibly hard to be human:

(this is from the A Walk in the Dust Medals).

She often behaves in a way that seems cold, unexpressive, and emotionless, but despite how she might seem on initial impression, she is incredibly compassionate and cares so so much about other people.

One of the most interesting aspects about her identity is just how attached she is to her own name Kal'tsit. It is perhaps the most important part of her own identity and how she sees herself.

Even when she's sneaking into the Duke's place, instead of adopting a disguise, she just identifies herself as Kal'tsit anyway. We also see from her Module that her name is the first thing she remembers when she revives:

It's an incredibly transgender narrative, her being an eldritch, inhuman machine made by her creators with the designation AMa-10, and her choosing to shrug off all that, to choose a name and identity for herself and to become human, which really really resonates with me.

I also really adore literally everything she has going on with her and Mon3tr. Like, she has an extremely fucking cool looking fucked up dragon/demon/thing that may be located in her spine in a way that's kind of messy and body horrory and is also

Kal'tsit's psychic yuri soulbonded companion on a journey that has gone on for millennia and will continue on for millennia yet and also

an ambiguous reflection of Kal'tsit, perhaps in particular her anger or rage or violence.

She and Mon3tr are just so incredibly cool and just that alone makes me so obsessed with her.

The struggles she has with her own identity is made even more messy by the fact that it's implied that the form she takes on presently (catgirl), is different than the forms she's taken on in the past.

There's a certain degree of detachment and depersonalization she experiences from her previous selves, that really resonates with me. This is made especially interesting by the fact that Kal'tsit seems to have all her past memories, including those she experienced in previous lives while she was in a previous body. Does she have moments where she wakes up in a cold sweat, and think that she's in a different body, one that isn't hers anymore? Given that Mon3tr is a more enduring part of her physical self than her own body is, does she have any moments where she feels as if she is more Mon3tr than she is Kal'tsit?

Fuck. I love Kal'tsit so much. This is just a very small fraction of the vast ocean of things that I adore so much about Kal'tsit, but is probably a pretty good outline of it.

#arknights #kal'tsit #kal'tsit arknights #mon3tr #mon3tr arknights

[royal-ruin]

f1 fanfic recs charles/carlos (charlos) part 4

other f1 fic rec lists here personal favorites are starred, by the way. everything is complete unless stated otherwise

in honor of carlos' win in the ausgp and his appendix removal (and his last year at ferrari, ignore me sobbing in the background), here are some of my fav fics of them.

if all of them are starred that just means they're all amazing.

i'll make you laugh by venerat (~7k)

[“You are cute,” says Carlos, waving his marker in emphasis. “Obviously. I am always saying this.”

“I am not cute.” Charles blinks at him. “When are you saying I am cute?”]

literally so adorable.

*what we felt by venerat (~14k)

[Imprinted, Charles should say, shocked. I hope he is alright. He should say that.

“My god,” he says instead. “On who?”]

so creative and amazing. def check out this author for more of other pairings, i know they have a bunch of hot smutty one-shots if you're into that.

*sweet tea in the summer by bloodmoonforme (~10k)

[Sometimes, when they first arrive at the circuit for a weekend, Charles will look decidedly paler, a little drawn. Then, he'll show up for FP1 on Friday seemingly much better all of the sudden, eyes unnaturally bright and cheeks red - that's how to tell how long it has been since he last drank.

Not that Carlos notices. Or keeps track of it, for that matter.

Except he does.]

Or the one where Charles is a vampire and Carlos struggles.

i don't remember this unfortunately, but i do remember loving it.

*the actor says he hates himself by bloodmoonforme (~5k)

[“You okay, mate?” Carlos asks, pitching his voice a bit louder in order to be heard over the music.

Charles doesn’t answer. Slowly, Carlos realizes that the way Charles is staring is one that he recognizes. It’s the same way he looks while he’s out racing, the same one he wears in the simulator. It’s a look of total focus. There’s something Charles wants and means to have.]

tags say that there's cheating so if you don't like that, don't read.

*dice che ti ama (ma lo sai che mente) by choripan (~3k)

[But Charles smiled, dimples out and about, back against the wall of Carlos’ driver’s room. Like he knew he wasn’t in danger.

Like he hadn’t entered a lions’ den looking like a three course meal.

(Like he knew Carlos was all bark and no bite, and toying with the metaphorical rubber band —stretch, stretch, stretching—wouldn’t ever make it snap into his straight nose.)]

kinda like a carlos-focused relationship study. it lowkey altered my brain chemistry for some reason

punctuated all wrong by Cloudcollector (~8k)

Prompt: "I don’t know if someone else agrees with me but I’m a sucker for the whole person A falls in love with person B but they think they don’t deserve person B’s love trope and I’d love to see how it would play out with charlos (not saying who’s person A and who person B, even though that should be pretty obvious)"

*the trials of 2022 by chiliconcarlos (~34k)

A partial summary of the 2022 season, as told by Charles or Carlos, following each race.

Friday is Just the Beginning by nottonyharrison (~3k)

On a Thursday in December, Caco had come to him with a proposal. A PDF attached to an email, emblazoned with the garish red Netflix logo, and consisting of a three paragraph, succinct concept that involved winter training, the mountains, and Carlos timing his schedule to overlap with Charles’ for a week.

On a Friday in January, he’s sitting in a private sauna long after the cameras have been packed away for the night, with Charles right next to him.

this is basically plot w porn, with a lot of carlos inner monologue which i love so enjoy!

Don't Do This To Me by pastrnaks_sainz (~2k)

[Carlos hands shake as he stares at his phone screen. The email from Caco is displayed and the brightness is turned all the way up. Like he’s being taunted. The big bold letters in the subject line might as well be saying ‘NOBODY WANTS YOU’ instead of ‘New Opportunities Ahead’.]

fair warning, one of the tags is hurt no comfort.

Loose Lips Sink Ships by kxleida (~2k)

Carlos finds out he's leaving Ferrari. Charles finds him in his hotel room, beer bottles scattered all across. They both know it's not fair.

A bit of hurt/comfort surrounding Charles, Carlos, and the Ferrari announcement for the F1 2024 silly season.

this isn't everything you are by shadil (~2k)

The news hit him again where he least expects it.

a prayer for which no words exist by transbrucewayne (~3k)

Charles has to assume Carlos knows by now; they should’ve told him. He doesn’t know how long they took to tell Sebastian, but it had been almost inevitable for him. He walked into the 2020 season with an air of resignation. With Carlos…everyone thought he was going to get another year, at least. Charles thought he was going to get another year. Then, Carlos would move to Audi, to the surprise of approximately no one, and the two of them would part, and Charles would spend the rest of his career smiling at him across the room, fist bumping him in press conferences, and never touching him more than the others deemed appropriate.

i know better (but you're still around) by shadil (~2k)

Sometimes, Carlos dreams about María.

He was his (but also he was not) by f1amboyant (~2k)

[Charles crossed his arms over his chest. “Why are you leaving?” he asked, no bullshit, staring straight at Carlos, peering into his soul.]

Shadowhunters AU

and the world was gone by Bluejay141519 (~12k)

It’s not entirely unfounded, having something like this happen. Charles knows of various stories of the past, where different drivers’ energies don’t mix well and it causes chaos. He’s even heard of magic being used to sabotage in F1.

Charles always thought these were just stories, until he got his seat.

tbh it's not completely relationship focused, but it's still amazing.

#f1 fanfic #f1 fanfiction #f1 fic rec #formula one fanfiction #formula 1 #formula one #f1 #charles leclerc #carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr #charles x carlos #carlos x charles #cl16 #cs55 #fic rec list

[uglypastels]

Corroded Coffin, The Game of Lost Souls (1993)

Love them or hate them, there is no escaping Corroded Coffin. With chart toppers that occupy each radio in the country and controversies following them left and right, good luck finding someone who is not talking about the band these days. But what do the rockers have to say for themselves? To find out, our editors sat down for a conversation with Jeff, Eddie, Gareth and Dougie, spanning all topics from their upcoming new album, The Game of Lost Souls (available in your local record stores this month), to hopes for the future as well as a look back on their previous hits and falls + much much more!

I'm glad everyone could finally join us here, and I'm sure this question has been on your minds since then, so why not get it out of the way? What exactly happened at the AMAs?

J.P. - Boooo [laughs]. C'mon, next question.

The people demand answers, boys. It is, after all, not often that a broadcast gets shut down like it did that day.

E.M. - People demand entertainment. They want scandal and drama. They jump to conclusions and get angry about it, but the second they know and it turns out not to follow the narrative they dreamt up, they'll be just as angry.

But you can't say the same about the hotel room incident last month that was all over the glossy pages; it was all just a dreamt-up narrative by the tabloids, can you?

E.M. - Oh, no. That was completely my fault. But no worries, I paid for the damage.

I'm sure our readers will be happy about that. Then, let's move on to something you can talk about: the new album. How was it getting back in the studio for a third time? Were you nervous?

D.T. - You can say that. After Cryptic we doubted we'd ever set a foot back in there.

Because it wasn't as successful as you had hoped?

D.T. - Yeah, sure. [...] It was tough to get back to the right mindset. It's what helped make our first album what it is, but chasing that sort of high only sets you further back, and it took us a while to realise that.

So, what's different now? Why do you think it will work this time.

E.M. - We don't! As an artist, making something and putting it out there in the world is the biggest gamble you can make. All we can do is hope for the best and that it won't blow up in our --- faces.

But are you happy with the result you're bringing out? Proud?

J.P. - Abso----lutely. We've learned from our mistakes, taken all the feedback we could get without wanting to shoot our bloody brains out, and made the music we wanted to make.

G.R. - Yeah, we're back on our regular bullshit, baby, and I think the fans will see that too.

Any tracks you're most excited for people to listen to? And why?

G.R. - I think the people who sent me all those letters- if you know you know- last year will really enjoy "Scream for Initiative", especially the bridge.

D.T. - "Decade" and "The High Cliff" are great. They might be something new for us, but I think the fans will enjoy them.

E.M. - I would suggest everyone to put "Kneel and Pray" on their next sex mixtape, at least if you're into that kind of freaky shit. And yead, can't wait for everyone to hear "The High Cliff." I think we pulled off something great with that one.

J.P. - For me, it would have to be the title track, man. It just pulls everything together on the album. I got to go all out on the solo, which is always great fun. I definitely can't wait to play that one on tour.

Speaking of a tour, there had been speculation that there might not be one, but that is not true?

G.R -. I would like to think that there would be a tour no matter what we do because performing our music is why we do it and put up with everything else. But at the end of the day, there is much more to it than just us, and sometimes it doesn't go as planned, but the will is definitely there.

E.M. - I beg people to stop reading all this shit- except Black Market, of course - you're not gonna get anything good out of it. if you want fantasy, go read The Hobbit.

J.P. - It is pretty exhausting to walk past a newsstand and see that every cover and headline is another made-up story about you.

I'm sure it is, what's the weirdest one you saw come up?

J.P. - They're not all that bad. I like the ones where it turns out I'm secretly dating supermodels and actresses. It's nice to know that the public at least thinks I have some game.

D.T. - That's because the person who makes up those rumours has never met you. If they had, they'd come to their senses.

G.R. - I liked the one that suggested that Eddie made out with a dog.

E.M. - Yeah, I think they mistook your mom for it.

Let's keep it nice, boys.

E.M. - Sorry, sorry. [laughs]

[rest of the interview not found]

- the Corroded Coffin Archive (Source: Black Market Magazine)

#corroded coffin archive #corroded coffin #eddie munson #eddie #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #fanfic #fanfiction #fic #imagine #blurb

[andorerso]

A YEAR IN FICS - 2023

I'm a little late this year but I wasn't gonna miss out on my favorite tradition. Here we go!

you fit me better than my favorite sweater: Jyn has a gift for Cassian for Christmas, but she's worried about his reaction. (1/1) Written for the Rebelcaptain Trees exchange

give me a lifetime and then fifty more: Cassian comes home after a prolonged trip and only wants to see his family. (1/1) Written for the Rebelcaptain Trees exchange

i think i'm falling back in love with you: Twelve years after the last time they saw each other, childhood best friends Jyn and Cassian cross paths once more... (1/1) Modern AU.

Blood Red Rose: 1920, London. An unknown creature dubbed 'the Beast' is terrorizing the streets at night. Vampire hunter Jyn Erso and recently turned vampire Cassian Andor might just be the city's only hope to catch the monster... (23/27) chapter 23 written in 2023

let the cat out of the bag: Jyn's cat really likes her new fuck buddy. Jyn's not quite okay with this. (2/2) Modern AU. chapter 2 written in 2023 for a prompt

don't say you love me: Jyn's been in love with Cassian for eight years, but she never thought he felt the same. Right? Things get a little interesting when he asks her to be his fake girlfriend for a weekend... (3/6) Modern AU. Written for the Rogue One Crew exchange

objection, your honor: Cassian Andor hasn’t lost a case in two years, but what he doesn’t know is that neither has she. And Jyn decides he needs to be knocked down a peg or two.It’s so much more satisfying to win as the underdog. OR, Jyn and Cassian are rival divorce lawyers who also sometimes hook up. This can only end well, right? (1/2) Modern AU.

but will you return? i came looking for you: She didn’t need a weapon, she would slaughter them all with her bare hands. She just needed a location. (1/1) Written for the Rebelcaptain's Whumptober 2023

fear conditioning: There was something wrong with Cassian. Something that made him look at her like she was a monster. (1/1) Written for the Rebelcaptain's Whumptober 2023

left behind: Rule number one: you didn’t fight a horde. You ran. (1/1) Zombie AU. Written for the Rebelcaptain's Whumptober 2023

tragedy in your blood: If she pretends it’s not happening, if she pretends she’s somewhere else, safe and warm in Cassian’s arms, it’s not real, right? (1/1) Major Character Death warning. Written for the Rebelcaptain's Whumptober 2023

Amas Veritas: Jyn's a young witch who's just trying to keep her head down. But when Orson Krennic returns to town years after he allegedly killed her father, she can't help feeling like this is her chance to get some payback. What's supposed to be a harmless hex quickly turns deadly, and Jyn must now make sure no one ever finds out what she did or risk going to prison. But the pull she feels towards Cassian Andor, the private investigator the Krennics have hired complicates matters, and it doesn't help that she's sworn off love years ago due to a nasty love curse that sits upon her family. On top of it all, Krennic's ghost might be haunting her... This Halloween is shaping up to be the worst one Jyn's ever had. (6/7) Practical Magic AU. chapter 6 written in 2023

so much for stardust: Nobody would be surprised that Galen Erso’s daughter and Director Krennic’s ward liked to do things the unconventional way. OR, Jyn grows up on Coruscant but that doesn't mean she won't fight the Empire (1/1) Written for the Rebelcaptain Secret Santa exchange

Prompts, requests and drabbles:

College AU

I told you that I’d never leave you; I’m not going anywhere

Total works: 15 (12 new ones)

Total wordcount: 72 494

Yeah, not as good as in previous years, but I was expecting that. Still better than I thought it would be so I'm quite satisfied! These little fandom events helped tremendously <3

#my fics #rebelcaptain #a year in fics

[theorphicangel]

“𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬…𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝” | gojo satoru

“ama me usque dum dolet…si dolet signum bonum est.”

synopsis: nothing in the world belongs to satoru anymore. not even his love.

CONTENT WARNING: angst, heavy angst, self-hatred, referenced character death, depression, nightmares, wanting to die, grief, mourning, mentions of death/ wanting to die,

A/N: if there is anything I might have missed out pls lmk!

Satoru doesn’t know what day it is anymore.

Or what time it is.

Or how long he’s been laying here for.

The room’s beginning to smell.

It’s humid, the stench of his sweat and tears beginning to linger in the air, staining his walls.. His clothes are draped around the room. Creased, stained and ruined.

He doesn’t think that he could ever wear them again. He wouldn’t want to ever wear them again. They smell too much like him.

His sheets are beginning to smell too. Sticking to his skin like sandpaper. With every turn and shuffle that he can force his limbs to make, he only manages to get more twisted in his sheets. Like a spiderweb of his dark thoughts.

A permanent dent is beginning to form on his pillow, where his head’s been laying for days. His hair is disheveled. Unwashed. For once, he doesn’t care about his physical appearance. If anyone were to walk into the room he wouldn’t be able to find the energy to leap up from embarrassment.

He doesn’t feel the same anymore. Nothing feels the same anymore.

Moonlight shines through his window, a stream of light created across the floorboards. He’s not bothered to shut the curtains, deciding to remain a witness to the days and nights that pass him by.

Sometimes he watches the sky. Noticing all the colors from sunrise to sunset. As the world turns and wakes from the serene and beautiful midnight blue to a gold beaming sun spreading light across the city.

Satoru has the perfect view from his apartment window. A view that anyone would die for. Kill for perhaps.

He always watches how the metropolitan city awakes. Miniature people waking up to a new day below him. The thousands upon thousands with their own lives and problems and jobs and families and…lovers.

Staring up at the moon again, unblinking, his eyes begin to water.

Some nights she’s not there, other nights she is. He guesses that tonight she’s decided to bring him some comfort.

They need each other, he thinks, the sun and the moon. The sun can’t live without her. And she can’t live without the sun.

They need each other yet they can’t be together. Not at the same time.

It’s tragic, Satoru concludes. Everything about life is tragic. Tragic in the sense that we only get one life, tragic that we cannot choose to spend an eternity with those we love, tragic that we have to suffer on the wretched earth day in and day out and tragic how some are born with everything and others are born with nothing. It’s not fair.

Ah.

But there is one thing that is fair.

The only thing that is fair about life is that no one can escape death. There is no amount of money, power or material things that are able to prevent death.

And when he dies he hopes to go there. Not heaven or hell. But the moon.

At the moment when he takes his last breath he hopes that the moon will outstretch her hand and cradle his soul, burying him in the sand of her beauty. He thinks the moon is the most beautiful thing that there is to know. People spend lifetimes upon lifetimes looking for beauty, not knowing that all that they had to do was look up.

He wonders how many other people are looking up right now. How many other people look up to see a savior or a god in the sky and wish that they could go up and join her. How many other people desperately outstretch their hands, their souls begging, pleading, wishing for death to arrive quickly. To free them from their torment.

Death. Yes, that’s what he would like right now.

Death is probably the only thing that would take away the heavy piercing feeling in his gut. It’s like there’s a knife permanently stuck in his throat each and every time his brain forces him to think about him. Like a personal punishment.

His phone buzzes. Vibrating on the wooden floorboards that no longer creak under his feet. His ringtone echoes through the silence. When it ends, Satoru turns over. His limbs feel heavy and immobile like a toy that’s been abandoned and hasn’t been played with for weeks.

He’s surprised that his phone is still on. He can’t remember the last time he charged it.

And the last time he checked, he had numerous missed calls from people. But now they’ve stopped trying.

And so has he.

Suddenly, his intrusive thoughts return again. His throat begins to close up, his sheets curled around his fists as his brain forces him to think about it again. His head throbs, another headache just around the corner. It gleefully tortures him as Satoru himself knows that he can’t get up for some aspirin.

His face is raw and exhausted from crying. Surprising how there's any tears left. Satoru’s eyes are bloodshot red and sore with every blink that he takes. If it wasn’t for his chest slowly rising and falling anyone would think that he was dead. Him included.

He hasn’t got the strength to end himself. He’ll wait until it comes naturally, he’ll wait an eternity for the moon to scoop him up in her arms and carry her to wherever the safest place is.

Wherever he is.

Each and every time he forgets, his brain reminds him with a jolt.

In his dreams he can hear his voice. Suguru calls out his name from afar. Like he’s reachable, like he’s actually there. Satoru runs towards him but he’s not fast enough. He runs, but he can’t keep up. He’s gasping as he sprints, his limbs frustratingly slow. He cries out his name over and over and over again until it becomes a fervent prayer. His tone is desperate and yearning, pleading for Suguru to touch him as if he were oxygen. Satoru’s fingertips are just centimeters away from him. Fingers reaching to the point where they’d burst out of their sockets.

But with every step that Satoru takes Suguru seems to drift further away from him. And eventually, he disappears into nothing. Into an ocean of black.

It’s a cycle. The same dream occurs again and again and again. Until he wakes up in a sea of sweat in his bed.

Through this observation he realizes how little he means to this world.

He’s just an emptiness pit of nothing. His soul is gone. Broken. Empty. Devoid of any life possible. Like a garden that is unable to grow a bed of flowers. Like a tree that is slowly dying – or is already dead – and the leaves begin to fall from its branches.

Day by day a little part of Satoru’s soul dies.

Nothing in the world belongs to him. Not even his love.

Not anymore.

#angel writes #satosugu #gojo satoru headcanons #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #jujustu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #gojo saturo #jjk gojo #gojo x geto #jjk satoru #jujutsu gojo #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen suguru #jjk suguru #jujutsu kaisen satoru #satoru gojo x reader

[johannestevans]

so important for the twink who's been lusting over his middle-aged oblivious het work colleague to finally just break and he like Hey real quick can I suck your cock

and colleague, who's never received a BJ or tbh a compliment before, including from his ex wife, to be like. huh?

like I'm just thinking and average looking guy who's a little too into his work and isn't great at charming people, he's blunt and a little bland

doesn't feel great about his appearance bc he's not too tall and he's stocky and pudgy and he's not got the big chiseled jaw

meanwhile this twink is. fucking salivating at the DILF supreme with his big strong hands and his weighted body and his hairy chest and his thick thighs and the way his eyes crinkle at the edges when he smiles

and the colleague is like but??? aren't you very gorgeous? by gay guy standards? can't you, um. do better? bc even women aren't particularly attracted to me, at least, they've never said

and the twink is like. ok well they're insane, open your jeans

idk im thinking about the particular het culture where autistic guys especially get overlooked dating wise anyway, but also some cishet women just never compliment their partners' appearances even just to say "looking handsome!" bc they think feeling attractive is for women only

and then you have. twink.

who's just a little drunk and/or stoned and horny and is just like Please, based on the rest of the package here, I'm assuming your dick is great

and the guy is like there is??? no package available

and twink like???? you have nice hair, your eyes are gorgeous and you have that cute crinkle and the dimples, you have strong shoulders and I've watched you lift stuff, you could definitely lift ME, and you're hairy which is HOT and you've got great legs

is your lap comfy

and colleague blustering and red faced but it doesn't occur to him to refuse when the twink gestures to his lap, and he's WARM and his hands are sliding down his neck and his thumbs are on his jaw, and colleague isn't attracted to guys but… this is NICE

esp twink kissing him and colleague trying to kiss back and twink being like EW stop that stop that right now what the fuck.

and colleague like oh I'm so sorry fuck i--

and twink all, kiss like i show you, don't be so liberal with the tongue

and they're kissing and it… it actually feels NICE? it feels good? especially bc the twink is grinding down in his lap and colleague is like 😳😳😳 bc he's hard and also he's 44 and just got Educated in Kissing Properly which he didn't know you could even do wrong

twink getting to his knees and colleague trying to be like oh no no you don't have to--

and twink like, i absolutely have to do this and might die if i don't. are you okay with killing me

and colleague like. I'm. I'm pretty sure you won't die from not sucking me off

and the twink like, alan, you didn't even know which month was pride month, so why would you be that confident about me sucking dick and whether i would die or not

and colleague just

twink on his knees and colleague who's never considered himself much of a stud and sometimes has a hard time getting off absolutely losing his mind

because the twink is doing things with his mouth and tongue and HANDS he's never imagined

and he's tugging at his balls and twisting his grip a bit on the base of his cock and dragging his tongue against this one really sensitive spot on the side of his cock head and just

liquefying his brains

esp if they finish and the twink is like that was great

and goes home

and colleague is just like. that was mind blowing but am i a bad person if I'm not gay but I want to do that again? shouldn't i blow him back? to be polite???

and being so nervous and shy about wanting to invite the twink for more casual sex, but every time the twink suggests it he's like YES YES ABSOLUTELY and then is anxious he's too eager and that it's disrespectful or unkind

MEANWHILE the twink keeps saying he's such a daddy and that he's cute and hot and handsome and that's amazing but also the sex is so… affirming and NICE

the first time sex hasn't been stressful for felt like a chore

and the twink won't let him suck him off bc he's like. no babe I know you want to reciprocate but this is an acquired taste and in my expert opinion it's not for you

so he tries to fuck the twink as vigorously as possible when they try anal

and the. the benefit of his ED is that his stamina means fucking harder for. longer

than the twink expected

and the twink just fucking dizzy and mindless with cock after like oh my god????? you ruined me? do it agajn!?

I'm just obsessed with the dynamic of the twink who's. a lot more confident and experienced, but also very much at home with casual sex between friends

whereas the colleague is having a moderate identity crisis

because he's still not gay! he's pretty sure he's not attracted to men, including this one! but the sex is really good? does that make him a bad person, shouldn't he let the twink KNOW?

and he does and the twink is like… yeah? duh? would you like to try prostate stimulation

you don't have to but i think you'd like it

and colleague is all like, you… fuck me?

and the twink falling over laughing like, ME? top? top YOU? oh no we're great friends but I'm too lazy. no i meant I'd finger you while sucking you off

and the colleague just lying there after, dazed and starry-eyed, like. maybe we should get married

and the twink just like. Alan how has your ex wife not taught you to be more discerning about proposals? also i am NOT the marrying kind

anyway i think it would be good if the twink started introducing him to hot chicks he knows, that will top as well as bottom and that also just? Will make a man feel good?

esp if Alan is just embarrassingly smitten and goes OTT on flowers and gifts and she's like 😳

and i think the ideal for this is the colleague kind of clearing his throat at his wedding like. uh. i invited. i invited a guy. for you. he's just come out and he's like 45 and he's--

the twink is like, alan, please, say no more. point him and the coat closet out in that order

the twink, drunk, after, sitting in the lap of his new conquest: this is dave he's the sacrifice Alan made at the altar of my bussy in exchange for my services

Alan: this is a very unorthodox wedding toast

twink: HAPPINESS TO THE BRIDE AND GROOM

#long post

[cpcwiki]

⚠ WIKI AD INCOMING ⚠

Hi, everyone! @mechanical-clown here on a new blog! That's right, it's the Real Official CPC Wiki Social Media Account here!! B) Unfortunately I do not have good news to deliver

It's been a hot minute since my last ad and I do want you all to know I'm still sorry for doing this. Unfortunately, again, how bad I feel making another ad is outweighed by how much the wiki needs more help. I've been feeling especially desperate lately because of the fact that CPC is ending soon, and there are many tasks that will be made harder if it's put on daily pass. So, in my cry for effort to get help, here's an explanation of what I believe is our biggest issue and a rundown of things that currently need to be done! Again I am sorry. This could take a while

If you were fortunate enough to not have seen this post last time, the Cursed Princess (Club) Wiki needs help if it wants to be complete any time soon. Kind of a lot of it. As we all know, cpcblr's very active and prolific in content and the wiki's typically... not. To seriously get into this, the only three active editors in the past month or two have been me, @the-neighbors-kid (aka cursed-princess-club), and Ama (not sure if she wants to be tagged but we all know her!). Shoutout to you two because you are actually the best thank you I love you /pl <3

Anyways, there are already a lot of things we need to do to fix up the wiki. Thankfully, accessing any episode for any information you'd like is easy! And it will continue to be that easy after CPC ends, because Webtoon doesn't feel the need to limit how many episodes a person can view, right? Right? ...Yeah, so, uh, daily pass exists.

As of the time I'm writing this, there are ~10 episodes left in CPC (forgot the exact number lol). Assuming there are no hiatuses, that's only 10 more weeks, or 2 and a half months - and that's pretty soon! While there is a chance that CPC might not have daily pass after it ends, it's a small one. And, to me, that sounds like a huge problem!! If CPC is put on daily pass, accessing episodes will become much more difficult. Looking for a certain character's appearances, adding images, even just finding a single reference - it'll take a day to unlock the needed episode, and that episode will be gone in 2 weeks. The best solution to this problem would probably be to just use physical copies of CPC to find things, but those aren't available to everyone.

And adding images with daily pass episodes? As a reminder, screenshotting while viewing an episode on daily pass is taken as a sign of piracy. Screenshotting, the way we get images for the wiki. I've tried poring through Webtoon's terms of use to find some answer about whether publicly posting such screenshotted images would be illegal, but there's no mention of daily pass, and the text is so dense it's hard for me to tell. (I want to say I'll take a second look at it sometime, but that's probably just going to go into my list of permanently-unfinished priorities. I doubt the physical copies would be a good alternative to screenshots, either.) Regardless, I don't want to take any chances with the law, or see however Webtoon would punish us on the chance they find our frightening screenshots. Thus, another top priority of mine is to add more images and complete more galleries before CPC ends.

Oh, yeah, and that's barely even scratching the surface! Here's more stuff we need to do, presented in an appealing (classic Mocha iykyk) bulleted list:

A major thing is filling in episode pages. Episodes 40-around 110 are basically blank - no synopsis, character list, summary, or extra information. This is the task that would likely be least burdened by the addition of daily pass, but in my opinion, it's still of the absolute highest priority.

Galleries, which display images of characters, locations, or episodes. While not generally that important, I do think it'd be a good idea to fill out mostly empty ones now - you know, since taking screenshots of CPC may become illegal in the future! Most characters have a good amount of images on their pages, thankfully (the pastel sisters have so many they were the first to get separate gallery pages); some, including Jack and Leland, have very few. Episode pages and locations often have way less, though those aren’t as important

Relationship sections for a number of characters. These involve write about characters’ relationships, though in a way that mainly describes their interactions throughout the episodes without expressing any specific opinions. Some major sections that need to be written/updated include Jamie and Leopold; Jolie and Nell; Leland and really everyone on his page but especially Jack; Jack and Lilyth; Suzanna and Lance/Lorena; the Plaid Princes with each other; and more! Many more!

History sections for a number of characters. In a similar vein to relationship sections, these just detail a character’s appearances in the story, as well as their past or other mentions of them. Examples of (mostly - Isolde's isn't fully updated yet) completed history sections include Whitney’s, Isolde’s, and Monika’s! Examples of incomplete sections include virtually everyone else’s.

You might be wondering why I, a wiki admin (in case I haven't said it enough) am not doing any of these things! That’s because I'm neglectful and pretty bad at my job. I will not sugarcoat that part anymore. As much as I love the wiki (it's where I met my best friend after all, and while I'm writing this they just went offline so he can get fucked /j) I don't have motivation to work on it very often. Really, I don't have motivation to work on much nowadays! Ama's been doing the virtually thankless job of keeping the wiki up for the past couple months, and I've been mostly absent. The wiki is only remotely as active as cpcblr because of her. I feel terrible about it, but I'd rather be writing this 9-paragraph cry for help than editing, so, uh... yeah this is a public apology to Ama. I am so sorry. I know this isn't very professional but I'm incapable of being professional about the wiki tbh

TL;DR: As CPC is ending soon, the impending threat of daily pass could take away the ability to look at episodes whenever you want, which would make wiki editing much harder. We seriously need editors to join us in finishing the wiki. Please at least consider helping us!! Any way you can is appreciated - even if you can only make very few edits, I'll be immensely grateful for your support :)

If you have any questions about anything wiki-related, contact me!! My Discord's at musicitself, and you can also always DM me on here! And here's an invite to our wiki Discord server, too!! Of course, you don't have to become a wiki editor to join, but (as was the point of this entire post) I would really really REALLY love if you did. Thank you so much for reading this long, and have a great day!

#cursed princess club #if i did not say it enough. I am sorry #wiki ad :( #mocha talking #cookie told me to leave me swearing at him in. so i did what they wanted. dont blame me #cpc

[applegameisprollytaken]

Welcome to... I dunno, some bullshit? Look, I mostly am making this to do some shameless self promotion, and explain some gimmicks.

Let's start with the side blogs

@the-forgotten-god-of-spite

This is Eivel, an OC who, as the url suggests, is the forgotten god of spite. He is, despite barely being at a tenth of his former power, more powerful than some gods.

Then we have @plushiemonstervoid

This lil baby man is a OC known as Monster apples (the naming conventions will be explained after the side blogs). He is a he/they babyboy who exists only to be optimistic and eldritch. Did I mention he eats people's souls and absorbs their personalities? He is the wholesome one, in case it wasn't obvious

Then, @the-fort-official

This is all the other OC's I have made. Some have their own blogs, but 99% are there. It's basically a shared account between most of my OC's, or at least the ones who live in the F.O.R.T.. (send an ask asking for one from... well, basically any fictional universe, and you will probably meet a citizen. But watch out!)

Also: @themothtoyourflame

One of the fine citizens of the F.O.R.T. actually managed to get a date. With mothman, but still. He got his own account. Sadly, mothman-fucker apples still has to use the f.o.r.t. account

@game-overkill...

Well, let's just say, in some alternate timelines, the villains decide to stop pulling punches. So everyone dies. Almost, that is. One survived. One escaped. And is doing a AMA!

@appledoawrite

My rant blog has become a writing blog. See the blogs pinned post for more, because I'm tired of writing. Go there for fanfics and also sometimes saying things about my different characters.

@projectb-33

The text Beekeeper. He sure is a guy. Too bad he barely knows anything about himself, is a kleptomaniac, and in denial of being gay. Oh, also, he is very not ok. Because I like him as a character

@appledoamisc

Music? Animations? Fanart? You want it, we got it. As long as you have enough reblogs!

The context bits for lore and stuff:

The fort is a base of operations for all the variations of apples from across the multiverse. They took over a whole universe just to build it

Naming conventions: most versions are named after where they are from, or their gimmick, as most are named some variation of Nicolas, or apples (if the former, then will probably have a nickname regarding the latter). Examples: bioshock apples, crusader apples, monster apples, looper apples, prime apples, ect

The multiverse I go with is a bit complicated, but the barest of bones is that all fiction is a alternate universe, and there are "teirs" of multiverse, which is basically a bunch of bubbles that get harder and harder to travel between.

There is a void. It tends to mix whatever gets thrown in and spit out amalgamations. Or, if you have enough plot armor, make your own nemesis (see prime apples and evil apples)

There are villains, and they might be hunted towards. Sadly, they are not interested in talking to you. Exept the seduction twins, but I try to keep this place at least mostly sfw, so... no.

More to be added when I remember

SIDE BLOGS ARE ASK FOCUSED. IF NOBODY SENDS ASKS, NOBODY GETS TO SEE THE LORE I WORKED SO HARD ON

The obligatory dni's:

Transphobes, homophobes, radfems, terfs, nazis, racists, Karen's, creeps, weirdos, and other unsavory persons. (If you think a specific type of person is worse for one of their attributes, then you probably are not allowed.)

Sadly, nobody cares about the lore, so... enjoy seeing all the random posts that gave my brain the happy chemicals

#introduction #applegameisprollytaken #idk add tags or something plz

[boyhood]

hi lizz! i’m currently taking an elective course on the bibles usage in art throughout history and am writing a piece on art ushering in religious experiences/ art being used to fill the vacuum left by religion in the modern day. i was wondering if you had any particular favourite pieces that invoke these feelings in yourself? i’ve also suffered a loss in my family this week and amas has been very comforting in this time so i wanted to thank you <3

Hi! Oof, what a question! I've been trying to consider what this might specifically mean for me- the idea of something that would fill a religious vacuum. I think I have a couple ideas, but I don't know if they are specifically what you want.

When I think of what you are describing, I think of moments of wonder and being overwhelmed and sometimes feeling a little horror, a little confusion. I think of nature and man made objects sitting with each other in uneasy ways, of history and time collapsing in on themselves.

I think of Jan Fabre's 2002 work Hall of Mirrors, which was installed in the Royal Palace of Brussels. I have a lot of gripes with Fabre's practice as a whole, but there is something undoubtedly spectacular about this work and the fact that these beetle wing casings will probably long outlive the palace they've been placed in. They will retain their color and luster after the building has crumbled to dust.

I think of Olafur Eliasson's Ice Watch and Mark Wilson and Bryndis Snaebjornsdottir's Nanoq: Flat Out and Bluesome, because I find the idea of encountering evidence of a disappearing environment like this to be unsettling and otherworldly and frightening and therefore holy. In Ice Watch, Eliasson installs icebergs into cities, where they will melt before our eyes. In Nanoq, all the taxidermied polar bears in The United Kingdom were placed in one room- an ark of anxiety as to why and how these bears arrived in these places and how this may soon be the only way we can see them.

I also think of Dario Robleto's work- most of it, to be honest- because it attempts to reach through time to explore experiences of love and death and tries to see how those sensations might be made physical. Robleto's work deserves a longer explanation than I currently have time for, but he is certainly worth sitting with for quite awhile.

You might also look at the work of Guadalupe Maravilla if you're thinking of direct mystical experiences, or someone like Adrian Villar Rojas whose work has to do a lot with the displacement of objects in time. The Theater of Disappearance is very dear to me and was, indeed, a religious experience to walk through.

Somewhere in my house I have a copy of Art and Religion in the 21st Century by Aaron Rosen- I remember enjoying its approach to the subject, if you aren't familiar with that book already.

I'm very sorry for your loss, and happy that AMAS has been a comfort.

[cosmic-kaden]

♡ with Flip! GO GO GO! <3

Why do you both hate me!? Did I HURT you? /j /lh goddammit.. I'm tagging you both BUT DON'T READ THIS! >:c @ama-ships || @kylars-princess Thank you both for the ask lkdjfdlsk

SEND ME ♡ + A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU…

IT'S ----H e [zips hoodie up until it covers my entire face] sonofabitchthismandrivesmewild

Who is the most affectionate?

Flip 100% is more affectionate. He will scare the hell out of me.. he will backhug me with a "grah!" and bury his face in the crook of my neck and have one of his little giggle fits when I jump and tell him "Stoooooppp!!!" and be all whiny with him /lh

Who initiates the handholding?

me….me it's me okay! I cannot resist holding this mans hand- I might sorta like the look he gets on his face when I reach for his hand >///>

Who worries more for the other?

I worry about him constantly because of his line of work. He's always put behind enemy lines so to speak and things could go from 0 to 100 in the blink of an eye. Knowing he was going undercover somewhere always had me so fucking nervous. I'd never tell him I was worried but he knew, I know he knew because he would call me at least twice a day whenever he would get the chance too to let me know that he's okay and that he misses me aslkjdfldf

Who is more likely to ask for help?

LMFAO (help them /lh )

Who is the one always losing the keys?

Flip is! sometimes he's always in a rush and all I'll hear is "fuck…fuck! where are they? I just had the damn things!"

Who leaves little love notes for the other?

ME! Except like… things like "Please don't die today <3" "No you can't strangle your annoying co-worker" and maybe just maybe sneak two in that read "I kinda like your face <3" and "I love you, be safe 'kay? <3"

Who can’t sleep unless the other is there?

SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH It's me. If he is working I will worry but if he's just out late I will struggle big time to go to sleep. He has a very particular way of sleeping next to me that I've grown very fond of… code for he spoons me and pretty much bear hugs me like I'm a stuffed animal >///>

Who is more likely to propose to the other?

[CHOKES ON MY SPIT] I DON'T UNDERSTAND THE QUESTION HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Who introduced the other to their family first?

reiterating that my s/i doesn't really have family so he would introduce me to his family and yeah he would tease meeeee but then I'd whip out the ol' "Your son nearly killed me twice and arrested me for a crime I technically didn't start." to which he would snap "You finished it though" and I'd be like C:

Who is more likely to play with the other’s hair?

OKAY SO- Flip knows I have an extremely bad habit of when I'm really stressed out I will play with my hair, as I play with it, I do tug it a lot, he knows it will eventually give me a massive headache.. If he notices that I'm stressing in public he will give me a tight hug and give me a few head strokes and gently remind me to not pull my hair so much or if we are in private he wastes no time in pulling me to him or leading me to the bed or couch, he'll lay me down and HE will gently stroke my hair, run his fingers through it gently, or give me a nice little head massage so I don't end up hurting myself >/////>

Who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated?

"Kaden, energy drinks aren't breakfast and they sure as shit aren't water- You can't eat a small bag of chips and drink an energy drink and call it breakfast for fuck sakes!" "…pfft not with that attitude" "I swear to Christ- I'm making you breakfast-" (This is all /lh)

Who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other?

Flip! He is incredibly defensive over me, like I tell him I had a bad day and his immediate response is "Who did it?" I try to defend Flip but he's so good at defending for himself that I just…add to what he's already saying? LOL

Who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other?

Flip actually can surprise me in ways I never thought were possible, probably because we don't think the other is in the stages of being romantic so when it happens we're like "Whoa~" and we're completely smitten with one another dlkjkldsfj

Who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things?

"Don't die. Pinky swear." "Alright but pinky swear me you'll be mindful and pay attention to your surroundings" "Deal" Pinky swears "Lock it~" Kaden places their thumb to his and turns their hands while still in the pinky promise "What a dork."

Who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch?

Flip~ although he usually doesn't need to because I'm usually wrapped up in one of his flannels… cause you know, it's him being late + my inability to sleep so I will just snuggle with something that smells like him and end up passing out on the couch aldkjlafjlf

#[SCREAMS INTO MY HANDS] #THANK YOU I HATE IT /J /LH #godilovehimsmhelpmeeee #It Comes In Threes #games;;

[ghcstcd]

Dew would have 2 main ways that he’d dress. (Aside from any bedroom kink stuff that could be whatever)

A- Casual Dew : tighter than tight black skinny jeans are part of his daily uniform . There could be a rip in the knee depending on how old they are or how much he’s been crawling around on his knees (cough cough). He wears wears well fitted band T shirts- mostly metal bands but there could be some 80’s or 90’s goth or 80’s hair bands in there too (depends on his mood) to show off his slim body. If the weather is cold, he might layer up with a nice dark flannel or utility shirt. (No bright colors bc he’s a dark rock kid at heart). Once in a while on the really frigid days, he could wear an oversized wool sweater with a turtleneck. Darker colors- of course. He might wear a black metal bullet belt once in a while or a studded leather belt. He will wear black vans. Although he likes his grungey stuff, he also has a penchant for more expensive accessories and will wear black combat type boots from Frye. His leather motorcycle jacket is also expensive (it’s a Schott Perfecto) . He will wear expensive Rayban sunglasses or mirrored aviators. Sometimes, if he’s in a slutty mood he might wear some tortiseshell cat eyed sunglasses and rosey, shiney lip gloss. Dew regularly wears black winged eyeliner.

B- Formal or biz casual Dew: He LOVES a skin tight suit- dark colors- possibly black on black pinstripes, etc to accentuate his lithe form. He will wear a high quality, black sheer button down (unbuttoned of course) or sometimes go shirtless with the jacket to show off his chest jewelry. He likes a pop of color do he’ll wear a dark blue or dark red colored neckerchief that has a slightly metallic sheen. (Think “Mr. Ghost” Tobias AMA style) With this ensemble- he’ll wear short black pointed snakeskin boots with a slight heel. He also likes to accessorize with the before mentioned sunglasses, and lots of chunky silver rings from The Great Frog.

This boy KNOWS he looks good and is not afraid to flaunt it. 🔥

There are so many points that you've given that I'm making notes of. Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts. I'm also already in love with the Jewelry from The Great Frog. I'm looking at their collections right now and I love them.

#I might have to draw the no shirt while wearing a blazer look tbh #messages from beyond the ask box

[random-meme-bot]

Ok so there are some ideas about Epithet erased that have been bouncing in my head after reading Prison of Plastic and I just need to get them out

(Spoilers so beware)

Ama just be clear on this, I think Marty (Molly's & Lori's Dad) was the reason for the fire on the old "Blyndeff Toy Emporium", or at the very least the reason the fire alarm didn't activate.

So first of, let's start with what im more confident:

The Fire alarm

Marty's main job on the store is supplying it with toys to sell, the way he does this is by building them himself.

I believe the guy either was missing some pieces for some project he was working on and just took them from the fire alarm thinking "Eh, I'm sure it's not that important"

Or decided to do a little "peek-in" to inspire himself, either breaking it on the process or jut not being able to put it back together afterwards.

I mean, if he broke the thing he would just thought nothing of it and then forgotten about it

None of the other members of the family would have done something as careless as break the fire alarm and don't say anything, especially Molly or Calliope since they are the most responsible members of the family, and Lori has no idea why the fire alarm didn't went off

And, I know what you're thinking.

"The fire alarm could just be defective, or the battery could've just runned off, not everything has to be because of someone"

And while yes, it's true that things like that coud happen, I don't think Jello would take something as important to the plot as "They couldn't escape from the fire in time because the fire alarm didn't activate" and just brush it off as "It didn't activate because it just so happened to be broken, bad luck" (My source's are his streams playing Ace Attorney Investigations, so take it at your own risk)

But this is just a small part of the biggest picture, let's discuss the Phoenix in the room:

The cause of the Fire

Ok so first of all, I don't believe Lori was the "Firestarter", while her Epithet activating during the night without her knowing makes sense, there are two things that shows that, that wasn't the case

First of all, that night she was sleeping on a dream bubble.

Which means the fire couldn't have come from her, when shes on the bubble everything she creates appears on the bubble, on top of that everything created on the bubble disappears outside of the bubble (as apparent by Trixie, Feenie & Rick going back to normal form outside of the bubble)

Even if that wasn't the case, I doub the fire could have gotten out of the bubble on its own since the bubbles are indestructible for anybody except Lori, Molly (and sometimes Rick)

As for who started the fire, I'll admit I don't have that much in terms of concrete evidence, and the few I have point to (unsurprisingly) to Marty.

Let's analyze the few things we know, at some point in the night a fire started somewhere on the "Blyndeff Toy Emporium", the fire alarm was not working that day so we can assume that someone gott awakened by the fire and alerted the rest, after being alerted, Molly got into Lori's room & tried woke her up from her bubble, event that caused her to discover her epithet

after Lori was woken up they both got out of the house, after some time Marty came out with Calliope on his arms.

There's a lot of information missing since we only know Lorelai's version of the story, but It doesn't add up doesn't it?

How coud Molly have gotten into Lori's room, awoken her epithet & gotten out before Marty & Calliope?

This is especially weird if we assume that like most family's both parents were sleeping on the same bed or at least the same room, meaning they would've been alerted at the same time.

Ok let's put all the pieces together and finally unveil my theory.

WHAT MIGHT HAVE HAPPENED THAT DAY

Marty Blyndeff had gotten himself the bestest of toy's ideas, "A Robot toy" he had been working night & day on it and it was finally finished! He just needed a battery to test it, he got out of his workshop and started looking for something that really didn't need the battery, he's eyes stopped on the Fire Alarm,

"Of course" he tough "That thing is just there for aesthetic, I mean if it is sooooooo important, why would there be only one on the whole store", he took the battery out of the Alarm and then used it to Power his creation.

The little robot made some weird noises and moved a bit before releasing some sparks which led to it catching fire, maybe going from simple wood toy's to complicated robots was not as good as an idea as he initially thought, this was bad since most of the things in the workshop ware also made out of wood, thinking quickly [For maybe the first time in his life] Marty grabbed a nearby bottle of acetone to try and put off the fire, after all, all liquids are strong against fire right?

Acetone as the flammable liquids that it is only made things worse, it made it so the flames started to spread faster, the fire had gotten to the rest of acetone bottles and other flammable chemicals causing a huge explosion that knocked Marty unconscious, the entire workshop and part of the store was now covered in flames that were quickly expanding.

Molly Blyndeff was sleeping on her room as usual when a noise woke her up, she had always been really susceptible to sounds due to her great hearing, she opened her eyes and found her room getting filled with thick black smoke, "FIRE!" She shouted, she came out of her room yelling "MOM, DAD, LORI!" she heard some noises coming from her parents room so they were awake, but she was more worried about her sister's room, no sound was coming from it, "WHAT IF SHE WAS HURT OR WORSE?!" Molly entered her sisters room, and found one of her sister's dream bubble surrounded by fire, "WOULD THE BUBBLE PROTECT HER?!" Molly didn't know, she started punching the sphere with all her force as she screamed "LORI WAKE UP, PLEASE!" a green aura started to emanate from her hands and the walls of the bubble started to disappear revealing Lori's bed with her on top still sleeping, without thinking it twice Molly grabbed her sister and started shaking her, "LORI PLEASE! WAKE UP!" Lorelai woke up just to find her sister crying, shaking, screaming, and glowing, that last part would had caught her attention a lot more if it wasn't for the flaming inferno that was surrounding them, they both got out of the room, got down the stairs and escaped the store.

While this was happening Marty woke up, he was on his workshop, his head hurt and he couldn't remember much, he was finishing his Robot toy and something happened...? It didn't matter, what mattered now was getting away from all the fiery situation he had found himself into, he got up and started to make his way out of the workshop and up into the middle floor of the store, he made his way to the stairs and started to go up into the bedrooms, he had important things in his room that he didn't want getting burned, when he opened the door he found his wife laying unconscious om the floor, the building was collapsing, there wasn't enough time to save both his wife & his stuff, so he picked up his wife and escaped the building reuniting finally with the rest of his family.

Conclusion

Here's my (more or less plausible) theory of what happened that day, It's very rough as the only version of the events we have is Lorelai's which is not much, we also don't know how their old toy store was in terms of architecture so I kinda just had to assume it was similar to the one they have now and use the layout of that one.

I'm sure this is how it happened?

No, not in a million years the amount of information I had to fill up to make that Fanfic Theory makes the story as a whole pretty unreliable.

I'm sure Marty is the responsable of the fire and the fire alarm not working? Yes, absolutely, maybe not the fire though as again, not much prof, but the fire alarm was definitely Marty's thing.

So anyway, here are my ramblings about Epithet Erased Prision of Plastic, please give me your opinions on this theories and the book as a whole I'm really interested on what other people think.

#epithet erased #epithet erased spoilers #epithet erased prison of plastic #epithet erased pop #ee pop #epithet erased molly #epithet erased lorelai #epithet erased marty #Epithet erased calliope #molly blyndeff #lorelai blyndeff #marty blyndeff #calliope blyndeff #ee molly #ee lorelai #ee marty #ee calliope #molly epithet erased #lorelai epithet erased #marty epithet erased #calliope epithet erased #ee prison of plastic #Im normal about the past and trauma of the blyndeff sooooooo normal #ignore that I just basically made my first ever fanfic in this its ok...

[tobiasdrake]

That escalated quickly. @_@

STILL!? I'm relieved but him appearing to us in ghost form seemed pretty conclusive.

He never did tell us what ability he was trying to cultivate into a Forte. Maybe he's telepathic or something? I don't know. I'm simultaneously relieved and outraged that he's still hanging in there!

You know, now that I get a chance to look at him up close, check out that stab wound. It contrasts with what I was saying about the three (and maybe more) wounds on Huesca.

Huesca was killed by repeated stabbings to the torso, which seems oddly amateurish for a professional killer with total control over the situation - unless emotionally or financially motivated to draw it out and make the victim suffer.

Yakou only has one stab wound in his abdomen. His injury is grievous. But it's not necessarily lethal. There is a chance for Yakou to recover. This implies that Fink was not necessarily trying to kill Yakou.

I mean, he wasn't trying not to kill Yakou. But he wasn't trying to kill Yakou either. Most violence is not performed with intent to kill or not kill; Killing or not killing is simply a consequence that happens. You do the violence and then physics and circumstances decide who lives and who dies. This one survivable stab wound says to me that Fink was just engaged in violence with Yakou. Which Fink won.

I mentioned before, Yakou's behavior in even coming here in the first place, then in intentionally splitting up the party? It's suspicious. It's all suspicious and leads me to believe that Yakou came here because he wanted to confront Fink.

The easy assumption to draw from his body is that Fink wanted to kill him. Yakou's the one on the ground bleeding to death. But that only tells us who won the fight. It doesn't tell us who started it. I'm still backing the idea that Yakou attacked Fink. Fink reacted, decisively putting his aggressor down but with little concern for what happens to him after. He wasn't here for Yakou. That's not the job.

That's what I get from this stab wound. If Fink was trying to kill Yakou, there'd be no ambiguity about his survival chances. He'd be in the same condition as Hescua.

Deathbed Yakou managed to nag so hard that he shamed Vivia into letting Shinigami reap some more souls. That would be his superpower, wouldn't it?

But I wanna go with Vivia! He's being cryptic and mysterious about his cool ghost powers and I want to find out what he knows!

Stop saying cool cryptic shit if you're not going to tell me what you're on about, you prick. I wanna kno~ow!

Yes! Thank you, Yuma, for not letting him prance away like a magnificent poof!

Yeah, but that was like five minutes ago. He's not doing it now, so we're cool. That's called professionalism.

On day one of searching for the Secret of Kanai Ward, Vivia probably astral projected straight into Amaterasu HQ and combed through all of their deepest secrets. That's what I'd do. He probably knows everything.

More than you'd think, less than I'd like.

Though sometimes a lack of information or of smarts can result in a mystery being solved incorrectly! Yomi and I both have experience with that.

Request denied. I like to wander aimlessly and search for baubles.

This is where he was stabbed by the hitman. We don't know who started the fight.

Though his shriek when we were in the lab did seem to imply he was the one under attack, so maybe I had the wrong of it on that. Hmm....

We didn't get a good look at him. Fortunately, the Profiles record has this killer shot of him.

Check out that killer rounded jaw. Nobody we know has that jaw. Well, Makoto might but he's spindly enough that I think he has a pointed jaw like most of our peers.

If we find that jaw, we find Fink the Slaughter Artist.

Also apparently we know his weight for some reason and it's only 244.2 Furbies. Not quite the 338.5 Furbies needed to knock our Ama-Pal over. So that's interesting. Either he was carrying 100 or so Furbies in his arms when he did that, or I'm taking the wrong understanding from Ama-Pal's load capacity.

Fink's signature knife. Although now that I'm looking at it up close, I don't see blood on that knife. The knife that was used to stab Yakou should have blood on it. Is that not the knife?

I thought it was weird that it was lying on the floor randomly. When we found Huesca, the knife was left sticking out of the corpse. If that's how Fink kills, then why would he remove his knife from Yakou? And if he didn't, then Yakou did. Why would Yakou pull a knife out of a wound and open himself up to death by blood loss?

I have a low opinion of Yakou personally but he's not an idiot. He would know that leaving the obstruction in until he can reach medical treatment is a safer bet than pulling it out.

We only think the man in the hall was Fink because he has the look of a professional hitman, and Yakou pointed at him and said "Fink the Slaughter Artist". That paints a compelling picture of Fink.

But we should consider the possibility that the man in the hall isn't Fink. And also that the man in the hall is Fink, but Fink didn't stab Yakou and... what? Simply left one of his knives there for no reason? Hmm.

What if Yakou is Fink the Slaughter Artist? Wouldn't that be a trip? It'd explain why Fink bothered to leave a death threat for Huesca at our agency, of all places.

They look like something was dragged through the blood. Then... tossed down the grate, perhaps? Maybe the knife that was originally in Yakou's chest? I dunno. That seems like a stretch.

I did notice that Yakou's fingertips were bloody, but I didn't think anything of it at the time.

So it's sort of a drag mark but not of anything moving. He was lying on the side, desperately trying to reach out with a bloody arm. Okay. I'm following. And the thing he was trying to reach was....

That woman is definitely Yakou's dead loved one that he keeps hinting about. She's wearing a lab coat. Amaterasu research staff, most likely. If Yakou was acting on a grudge, this would be the place to do it.

The man in the photo, meanwhile, can't be anyone but Yakou. This is the thing he keeps taking out and looking at, then tucking into his jacket when we walk in.

Ooh, I'm down to bend over and look at the cover page of confidential documents. That might be interesting.

Strictly for investigative purposes, I assure you. This isn't at all about the Secret of Kanai Ward or the mysterious homunculus research. We simply have no choice but to snoop around Amaterasu's secret files. Definitely. No impropriety here....

Yomi is the only person who can enter or exit this room. Obviously, it would be impossible for Fink to have entered this room. Absolutely nothing relevant to our case could possibly be found in there. Let's check it out anyway, because whoa-ho-ho if we DO find something relevant!?!?

Incidentally, Yomi is a pretty boy with a pointed chin so he is a negative for Fink's killer jawline. He also has an alibi for the time of Yakou's stabbing. It's a pretty strong one, too. He was threatening to have me shot at the time, so I can testify to its validity.

Yuma's too honest to capitalize on this opportunity but I'm glad Vivia and I were on the same page.

So Yomi's in on the Secret of Kanai Ward. It's not happening behind his back; He's part of it.

...what the fuck.

What the fuck.

We know where that map went, y'all. We know who took the map. Yakou had the map. How did Yakou have the map. How did Yakou enter--

Wait, hold up, there are computer desks in here. Two of 'em, even. Before this office was storage, it was used for research. Okay, I was freaking out about how Yakou could enter the storage closet that only Yomi has access to but I bet you this was his lady-friend's office. Yakou may still have her key.

That makes way more sense than... whatever would have to be possible for Yomi and Yakou to enter here together. Yakou having a spare key makes more sense than Yakou being secret chums with Yomi, or Yakou successfully mugging Yomi.

Of course, that raises new questions. Specifically, what did Yakou want with a map of the facility? What could it possibly have told him?

He was gripping it with his right hand on the right side when he tucked it away. There's a lot of faint bloodstains on the right side of the page.

There's also some hard-to-make-out bloodstains over the Panel Room. Could this map have... somehow contained the code to get through the Panel Room? And then he wiped it off with blood? No, that's nonsense. I'm talking gibberish right now.

But this map is important for something.

...

Maybe Yakou came here with a personal grudge against Huesca. Remember when I said that the answer to how Fink beat the gas chamber could be as simple as "He didn't"? Maybe Yakou waded through the gas chamber, solved the Panel Room somehow, and then killed Huesca.

Then, being poisoned as he was, he only had thirty minutes to live. He came here to commit murder-suicide for revenge, using the death threat letters as his cover. So he used whatever tricks got the killer out of the lab (hiding in the decontamination vent in the airlock is the closest thing to an answer we have there).

Then, once he was in the hall, he stabbed himself to cover up his own cause of death? Or possibly he ran into the real Fink the Slaughter Artist who came here to get the guy impersonating him?

Mm. Like all the other possibilities, it's not a perfect theory and it doesn't suit all of the facts.

#master detective archives: rain code #drake plays rain code

[exrankluck]

Dear Vocalist Unlimited Veronica Translation — PIECES [track two]

disclaimer: this is 90% AI-generated transcription and translation, some things might be inaccurate or awkward.

ディア ヴォーカリスト Unlimited エントリーNo.5 Veronica / モモチ (CV: 豊永利行)

- Drums: YAMATO (CV. Shunichi Toki)

- Guitar: OHGI (CV. Makoto Furukawa)

- Bass: AMA (CV. Kengo Kawanishi)

- Keyboard: SHIZURU (CV. Yoshitaka Yamaya)

Yamato: Ah, I see. That could be a good idea. Nowadays, online shopping is more popular, so it might be better to do that too.

But, what about the expiration date issue? Ultimately, that's the root of the problem in our city. What is dad saying about this?

He used to say things that seemed to be against that kind of thing. Like, "Try to use additives as little as possible”.

Oh, Momochi-kun!

Over here, over here! Sorry, but let's talk about this another time. I'm going to a drinking party now.

Mm, bye-bye.

mmc: Sorry for making you come to pick me up~

Yamato: No problem, no problem, it's on the way anyway.

mmc: By the way, did Yamato-kun get a new car again?

Yamato: Ah, did you notice? Actually, it was just delivered last week.

Yamato: I scratched the old car in the parking lot of my apartment building.

mmc: Eh, you bought a new one because of that? Or rather, you hit it pretty hard, didn't you?

Yamato: No, there wasn't even a dent, just a little paint came off.

Yamato: So, I wasn't planning on getting a new one…

Yamato: I really liked it, but you know how those salespeople at the dealership are so good at talking?

Yamato: They said, "You can upgrade to a new car with just this much from the trade-in value, even after subtracting the repair cost." I fell for it, scary.

mmc: I see. I don't have a car, so I don't really understand that kind of thing... ha ha…

[02:01] Ohgi

Ohgi: Yes, I've been able to work on idol group songs one after another lately. Thank you for listening. But they are a male group after all, and Spark is a group that shows off acrobatic dance moves.

The director was aware of that.

Thank you very much for today.

Really? I'm honored. Then, I look forward to hearing about the album.

It depends on the timing, but if there aren’t any issues, I think I can still take a few more songs. The conversation will change a bit if it's after the New Year, though.

Yes, that's right.

But, well, I'm not the one who writes Veronica's songs, so I think it'll be a while before I get too busy with that.

The thing that's keeping me busy right now is another job that I took on my own.

It's often said subtly, but for me, the reason Veronica can continue in this form is precisely because of it, you know?

There's a different kind of appeal too.

*shiny sfx flashback*

[03:25]

mmc: Oh, really? Then, was the song for that commercial also by Ohgi-kun?

Ohgi: Yes, I made it before Veronica's offer came in.

Ohgi: It feels like it's been a while since then, though.

mmc: I see... Hey, Ohgi-kun, as a guitarist of course, but even as a music producer, you're selling so well. So why Veronica?

Ohgi: Well...

Ohgi: It's because of the songs I heard.

mmc: Huh? The songs?

Ohgi: Yeah, I just thought they were amazing when I heard the songs that Momochi-kun made.

Ohgi; So I said if I could be involved even just by playing the guitar, I would.

Ohgi: And besides, lately, producing work has become my main thing.

Ohgi: I'm not dissatisfied with that, but sometimes it's good to experience things from the player's perspective.

Ohgi: There are things you can learn from it.

mmc: Hmm, I see.

mmc: Oh, by the way, it's a bit late to ask, but...

mmc: Ohgi-kun is your real name, right? It's a rare name.

Ohgi: Well, yeah.

Ohgi: But if you say that, Momochi-kun's name is rare too, isn't it?

mmc: Haha, that’s true. I was a little confused at first myself.

Ohgi: Oh… but that's your real name too, right?

mmc: Yeah.

mmc: But originally it was a pretty common name, and I suddenly had to start living with my father in the middle of elementary school.**

Ohgi: I see. Sorry. I guess I asked something unnecessary.

mmc: No, it's fine…

mmc: Just keep it a secret from everyone else, okay? I still don't know everyone very well.

Ohgi: Of course. Me too.

Ohgi: I'll pretend I didn't hear anything.

[05:34]

Shizuru: Oh, here they come. Welcome.

Yamato: Hey, Shizu. I parked the car in the usual spot, so can you keep it until tomorrow?

Yamato: If it's in the way, feel free to move it.

Yamato: OK, here's the key.

Shizuru: Got it. I'll tell the staff later.

mmc: What about Ohgi-kun and Akkun? Are they working today too?

Shizuru: Mhm. They're coming from the job site, so they'll be a little late.

Shizuru: They said it was okay to start without them, though.

Yamato: By the way, the inside of the store looks so different now!

Yamato: Did you buy this grand piano?

Shizuru: No, I just had the one from my house brought here.

Shizuru: To be honest, I haven't used it much.

Shizuru: But it seemed like a waste to just leave it as a decoration.

Shizuru: Hey, Momochi-kun, don't you notice something?

mmc: Huh? Notice what?

Shizuru: Well, I guess not.

Shizuru: Maybe it's hard to tell since the scale is different. I tried to make it look like a stage, with a little more height.

Shizuru: Remember the bar you took me to, Momochi-kun? The one near the old apartment you used to live in.

mmc: Eh?

Yamato: Oh, yeah, I remember now! Now that you mention it, it does look a little similar!

mmc: Wait, did we go to that bar together?

Yamato: We did! I remember that you took me out once a while ago, don't remember when it was though.

*shiny sfx flashback*

[07:13]

Yamato: Oh, I see. Fine. Mhm, see you later!

Yamato: No good, Ohgi can't make it today either.

Shizuru: Aw, really? So it's just the two of us in the end? Akkun is overseas now.

Yamato: We had plans for a private get-together after such a long time.

Yamato: In that case, let's try inviting Momochi-kun, even if it's a long shot~

Shizuru: Or rather, I'll just lure him in suddenly*. His apartment is quite close by, right?

Yamato: Definitely, definitely! Shall we go and see if he's up for it?

[08:05]

Shizuru: Huh, they're playing live music. That's amazing.

mmc: Yeah, it's a nice atmosphere here, isn't it?

Yamato: Do you come here often, Momochi-kun?

mmc: Not really that often... Oh, I'll have the usual.

Shizuru: Alright, then I'll have the same.

Yamato: Me too!

Yamato: By the way, sorry for just showing up at your apartment like that~! I didn't think you'd have a friend over. Is it okay that you came out to the bar, Momochi-kun?

mmc: Eh? Yeah, don’t worry. It's her friend who is visiting… ha ha…

Shizuru: Are you close with your girlfriend's friends? I envy that.

mmc: W-well, not really "close"...

mmc: Anyways, Yamato-kun, are you okay with being taken to a bar like this? I thought you said you were driving earlier...

Yamato: Yeah, I'll take a taxi back, so it's okay.

Yamato: I have another car at home, so I'll just leave it in the parking lot and pick it up when I have time.

mmc: Oh, I see. That's good, then.

[09:22]

Shizuru: Oh, do you think someone else will sing next?

mmc: Ah, yeah, that's right. That person is the resident singer here. Sometimes they play just the piano, like earlier.

Shizuru: Oh, I see. So singing is more of the main thing? I’m looking forward to it.

Yamato: By the way, what about you, Momochi-kun? What do you think of their singing? Is it good?

mmc: Eh? …Oh, yeah. They're pretty good, you know?

Shizuru: If you ask Momochi-kun, it's kind of unfair to the singer, don't you think? I mean, he can sing so well, so it's only natural to have high standards, right?

Shizuru: By the way, I've been wondering about this for a while now…

Shizuru: Momochi-kun, why did you start doing music? Was there a particular reason?

mmc: Huh?

mmc: Let me see... I didn't consciously start doing it myself, but I just naturally started doing it through my relationships with people around me... And there was a piano at home since I was little.

Shizuru: Hmm... Oh, could it be that your parents were also in the music industry?

mmc: No, it's not that big of a deal? Oh, look, it's starting.

[10:52]

mmc: Oh, yeah. I think something like that might have happened.

mmc: I see, you liked that bar. I stopped going there much after that, and I've moved since then.

Shizuru: The atmosphere was good, but above all, isn’t it the best being able to drink while listening to live music by a professional singer?

Shizuru: I want to hire an exclusive singer at my place too. It could be every weekend or every other week.

Shizuru: Does anyone know a good person? We have a piano, so they could incorporate that too.

Yamato: Shizuru can just play it himself.

Yamato: Oh, and how about Momochi-kun singing? Cheers would definitely be happy!

mmc: Eh?

Shizuru: Hmmm, I wasn't really planning on playing it myself.

Shizuru: But if Momochi-kun is going to sing, that's a different story.

Shizuru: We could make it a reservation-only event for that day.

mmc: But if we’re going to do it, we should do it properly as a Veronica live, right? I mean, isn't that what everyone wants?

mmc: This place is great but the number of tables is limited, and there will be many people who won't be able to come to listen if we do it this way… ne?

Yamato: Certainly~ If Momochi is going to sing, this place will be full in seconds.

Shizuru: Hey, don't say things like "this place." We can accommodate twice as many people as when we first opened.

Ohgi: Oh, sorry, I'm late.

Shizuru: Welcome! In fact, you're earlier than I expected.

Yamato: I wonder if Akkun is still on his way?

Yamato: Let's wait until everyone is here to make a toast. For now, let's get started, shall we?

mmc: Y-yeah. We'll just be even more delayed if we wait.

Shizuru: Okay, then let's have some hors d'oeuvres brought in for now.

Shizuru: What's everyone having to drink first?

Ohgi: I'm fine with anything.

Yamato: Actually, what do you have today? I want to choose~!

Shizuru: Um, today we have... Hey, let me show you what's in the cellar.

*"いきなりと釣っちゃう" (ikinari to tsuruccha) in this context means "to suddenly invite (someone)". The idiom "釣る" (tsuru) literally means "to fish".

**I believe Momochi means that he used to have a common last name, until he had to move in with his father in elementary school - and took on his father’s rare last name…? ;; the momochi lore ahh

#dear vocalist #rejet #dear vocalist translation #drama cd translation #momochi #why you gotta be such a context-dependent language japanese #veronica #ディアヴォーカリスト #モモチ #the parts about momochi’s name and the friend at the apartment were hard to edit #i don’t know if it is editing blindness but damn shizu b talking so much #and that ohgi busy line… ugh i don’t know how to make it sound less awkward #toyonaga toshiyuki #toki shunichi #furukawa makoto #kengo kawanishi #yoshitaka yamaya