#no but like it has curry and guess what i just happen to own a big big jar of curry i was gifted! so i technically could cook it

[the-acid-pear]

bit controversial but i think i wanna try the swedish banana pizza recipe

#luly talks #im gonna fucking sue joel if i get food poisoning tho #no but like it has curry and guess what i just happen to own a big big jar of curry i was gifted! so i technically could cook it #also i think it would be hilarious to b like dw dad ill cook today :) and then serve my poor old man that #thank god we dont have shit to our name so i wont lose much after inevitably getting disowned #seeing dan (rt) cook just got me in the mood to cook again either that or tthis migral kicking hard KJFSHSNAB

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Fake It Till You Make It

Arthur Curry x plus size reader

Never pair two borderline insane superheroes together on a mission.

Warnings: black eyes, some injuries, fluff, fake marriage

WC: 716

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Picking up strange undercover missions was your specialty. You couldn’t even count the number of times you had to wear some crazy disguise and sneak into a drug running ring or a mobster dinner party. You have been in outfits ranging from heels taller than your will to live, covered in makeup and wearing jewels worth more than your life, to oil stained coveralls who had last been owned by Superman himself.

But this, this tops the lot. 

“Let me get this straight, you want me to pretend to be married to Aquaman so we can infiltrate a wildlife sanctuary which has been using great white sharks to smuggle drugs and guns over international borders.” Batman’s face remained stoic, as always.

“Yes.”

“And you actually expect this to work.”

“Yes.”

“Fuck, fine I guess. I’ll do it but I expect appropriate compensation.”

“You can’t drive the batmobile.”

“Five minutes.”

“No.”

“I sit in the passenger seat and you drive but I pick the music.”

“…..Fine.”

“Hell yeah! I guess the only thing left to do is to actually meet this fish man.” His eyes narrowed at you from behind his cowl.

“Don’t call him fish man.” You rolled your eyes and huffed.

“Jesus Christ, old man. Lighten up a bit.” His scowl deepened. But before he could reprimand you, there came a mighty yell from down the hall, causing both of you to turn and look at the source. A man, who could only be described as a giant, was barrelling down the corridor, long curly hair flowing behind him wildly as he ran. He was topless, which you greatly appreciated, considering the fact that he was built like a linebacker with tattoos covering every inch of his copper skin.

“Wifey!” And the next thing you knew, his broad shoulder was firmly planted in your soft stomach and you were moving backwards. Your back met the cold floor of the tower and a huge weight settled on top of you. It took you a second to realise what had happened.

“Did you just rugby tackle me?” His head tilted as if to say ‘duh’. He straddled your plump thighs, keeping you pinned to the ground, his hands were planted firmly by your head. Dark curls framed his face as he leaned forward, your noses almost brushing.

“Hi there wifey.” And he smiled brightly. Maybe this mission wouldn’t be too bad.

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You were soaked from head to toe, one eye swollen shut from a particularly good punch, your body completely sore from running and a chill that settled on your bones. Arthur wasn’t much better off than you; a few cuts along his arms and stomach, a dark bruise on his jaw.

But you were both smiling widely, still holding hands, your wedding bands glittering in the low light of the batplane.

Batman looked thoroughly exhausted. “What do you mean you’re married for real?”

Arthur shrugged. “We had to make it believable.” You nodded, backing up his point.

“He’s right, we would’ve been caught otherwise.”

“That’s what the forged documents are for!” You glanced at your counterpart, both of you trembled trying to contain your laughter.

“But those are fake, you could tell that from a mile away.”

“So your solution was to get legally married?!” 

“Yep.” “Pretty much.” You spoke at the same time. The older hero collapsed into one of the many seats on the plane, rubbing at his temples.

“I’ll have Alfred draw up the paperwork to get your marriage annulled.”

“No can do pal!” Bruce glanced at Aquaman, already dreading what was about to come out of his mouth next. “We’re married in Atlantean culture too and divorce is not an option.” 

Bruce sat there for a moment, his mouth opening and closing like a fish as his brain attempted to comprehend the sheer stupidity of the two people in front of him. And yet, he could only blame himself. Then, he said something he thought he would never have to say: “I should’ve listened to Superman.”

“Yeah you really should have.” You agreed, giving Arthur’s large hand a squeeze as you glanced up at him. “But hey! Now we’re permanent partners and we work really well together!”

“You blew up the wildlife sanctuary.”

“We got all of the animals out first!”

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[emblemxeno]

Something ironic is that even though 3H is a massive game with a very strong and consistent creative fandom, I have had no creative spark with that game beyond discourse lol.

Of course, my type of creative output is different from most people's; I like reading into things, analyzing dialogue to recontextualize characters as a whole, look for real world analogies, hypothesize potential non-canon interactions, etc.

E.g., the Nohr siblings and their relationships with their father, with each other, or the court is never explicitly laid out in detail as to what happened. At best, you get basic extrapolations such as "we were told not to talk to Azura" or "our mothers used us as tools to curry favor and to sabotage/hurt one another."

Put those backstories and character traits against events in the story? It makes you think. Elise, Leo, and Camilla are stressed tf out and panicking over Xander and Corrin's fight during chapter 2, cuz siblings hurting each other = one's gonna die to them. Corrin choosing Hoshido or even siding with neither kingdom is a strike against Xander's ego and his built up sense of normalcy as a stoic fraternal unit trying to hold together the last remnants of his family. Camilla intertwines violence and love because she was raised receiving love and affection from her mother only after being subservient to her mom's terrible actions towards the other concubines and royal children. Leo is on Forrest's case at first because he has his on warped sense of "bringing shame and dishonor" to his family, an amalgamation of his loneliness when the other sibs focus on Corrin despite his own accomplishments and his mom most likely drilling it into his head that he has to be talented to be an honorable prince; it's little wonder he lets up on Forrest when he sees his son doing something noble and selfless like healing and attending to an entire town. Elise is an outlier because she's so young, and that either manifests as reckless, well-meaning bravery, or blubbering, immature outbursts draped in ignorance; she knows nothing beyond her supposedly good family unit other than what's been told to her second-hand, so how is she supposed to react when the rug is pulled from under her?

With 3H I don't get that kind of stuff, partly because the game is just that packed with dialogue and auxiliary comments from characters (IMO, a big reason why things seem bloated), and partly because of the way the story is delivered; since Byleth is a silent protagonist, character dialogue seesaws between having a conversation and telling/expositing at you, which results in a restrictive writing style that's actively harmful to implicit writing or subtext. There's nothing to scratch your brain about, because the game pretty much does that for you. And while many think having characters comment on story events each chapter in Garreg Mach is a positive to world building and narrative depth, I actually think the opposite, because the medium in which this dialogue and insights are given-talking to them with a silent protag who can't ever have an actual conversation-feels like I'm a scientist putting variables against each other and extracting data and information from the results, rather than a story with believable characters with lives, dreams, and relationships.

...Though, writing this out, maybe that's why it's appealing to other creatives. Maybe it's the equivalent to getting a 2,000 piece lego set, and switching only a few things around without dismantling the entire base project. The product itself is seen as art that can be altered in specific, minute ways that inspire curiosity and creative reaction.

I, on the other hand, get the most fun out of thinking about why the pieces fit together in the first place and how well they do in practice. Different strokes, I guess.

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[pain-in-the-butler]

you said you've been a kuro fan since 2009, I have to know what got you into the series and what has made you stay with it for so long?

what about the fandom did you enjoy back in the old days?

Ahahaha, oh wow, these questions feel loaded. Thank you for asking them, though, I haven't fully considered them before...

I'll start with the second question, because it's easier to answer. What did I enjoy about the fandom in the old days? I didn't enjoy the fandom in the old days! Not on the whole, at least. I was just on the outskirts of it, more observer than participant. I wrote fanfiction, but most people didn't read it because it wasn't romantic. The memes weren't funny, the shipping wars were insane, and SebaCiel was completely unavoidable. The current fandom is way better than the old one! (I'm sure there were cool people around back then too, but I didn't go looking for them because I didn't think they existed.)

I kind of started dipping my toes in the fandom water in 2012 in the midst of the Campania arc. But even then, by 2014 I felt a little meh from all the cricket and I varied in my interest during Green Witch, so I really didn't participate much until around 2017. The Blue Cult stuff had me bored, but then when things started ramping up towards the twin reveal, I was back in the game. Or rather, in the game for the first time. The explosion of actual good memes had me hook, line, and sinker.

Now for your first question. My initial exposure to Kuroshitsuji was season 1 of the anime. It had wrapped in Japan less than a year ago, and my sister told me that she sort of liked it after seeing the first few episodes at our high school's anime club. She gave me a brief rundown of the premise and I guess the seventeen-year-old me was interested because I went to anime club for the first and last time next week. It was the episode with the corset scene and I was appalled. I was also appalled by my peers, because the teacher hadn't shown up that day to moderate, so a lot of kids were making out and drawing on each others' bodies with sharpies, and the few people watching the episode were wolf-whistling and clapping. It was a lot for a dweeby little goodie-two-shoes to take in.

But for some reason I persevered and watched the rest of the series on my own time. The first episode also appalled me. I think the whole show did. I don't really know why I watched it, other than perhaps a fascination with historical anime, but I definitely found Sebastian and Ciel worthy of parody, because a few months later, I was writing fanfiction about them. In high school, I wrote solely humor fanfics, and they were always about Sebastian and Ciel trying to make each other's lives worse through japes and antics.

Then in early college, I started reading the manga when I caught wind of Sebastian being "dead" and thought that sounded like an interesting development. I gave the earlier chapters a try and shocker, it was so much better than the anime (though I skipped the curry arc for some reason, only read it for the first time like a year ago). Then I got to the Circus arc scene where Sebastian has to help Ciel with his eyepatch strings and I felt the epiphany grow. Dadbastian is love, Dadbastian is life, etc. It was hard not to feel like a one-man army at the time, but a handful of others enjoyed the concept too.

And then the Campania arc happened and I was absolutely gobsmacked by how good it was. I will never forget what it was like to be there for the badass Lizzie reveal. That day, anime and manga fansites and subgroups across the net were all united in Lizzie love. It was so real 🥹😭

Moments like that kept me going, as well as a hope for small Dadbastian-esque moments and the promise of more Victorian flair. Over time, I've only gained more appreciation for the side characters and the themes, and I love the current fandom to pieces, so even though the story is slow, I'm more invested than ever.

I'm sorry that was such a damn essay, thank you for your interest in my little Kuro journey! 😊 I hope you are enjoying fandom life too!

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[ninapi]

New to this (Akaashi version)

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Premise: Akaashi Keiji falls in love with a single mother and realizes she's all he wants for his life.

Word Count: 2848

Chapter 6: Good ending

Summer break is fast approaching, and you are considering places to go with the kids, even Akaashi will be taking a week off work to go somewhere nice, so you are currently browsing for ideas hoping to find inspirations for your family get away.  Akaashi suggested going to someplace far enough that requires a plane ride, but not enough to leave the country. Seiji has been growing an obsession with planes and he wants to spoil his newly acquired son, so Hokkaido seemed like a safe bet, the weather is cooler up there and there’s lots of fun places to take the kids to.

Your relationship has advanced quite a bit, you now sleep in Akaashi’s room as he insisted Seiji needed his own room, even when he was the one that wanted him with Kimi to make use of the space, he was the one who ‘convinced’ you that boys need their space, he will be a teenager one day and would not like to share room with his little sister. You wanted to object and tease him because he totally just wanted you in his bed, but your heart was so full hearing him think of a future so far ahead that you were at a loss for words.

You two have been getting his room ready, Akaashi getting him a big boy’s bed for his birthday. He got him a loft bed with a desk underneath, so he had space of his own for his homework and side projects, but also space for his toys and books. Seiji was over the moon, his very own room, never would have guessed that would happen, he’s been sharing bed with you since he was born. His collection of toys also grew substantially now that his father gets him new stuff basically every week, you don’t like that he is somehow trying to buy his son’s affection, but he did miss a lot of birthdays and Christmas days, so you are allowing it for the time being, don’t want him to become spoiled due to it. Akaashi spent a good couple of hours every day after work painting the walls of his new room into a soft mint color that you chose for him and is now complete, his own big boy room.

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You were preparing dinner while talking on the phone with Atsumu, tomorrow is his day of the week to be with his son and he wanted to discuss with you something that has been in his mind for a while now.

“So, I got these papers I need you to sign. Is it ok for me to see you tomorrow for a bit when I take Seiji home?” he doesn’t sound as confident as usual and is starting to throw you off a bit. “What do you mean papers? What kind of papers??” you stopped stirring up the curry you were preparing for tonight giving him your full attention. “Well, I want him to be my son in paper too. You know I have two apartments and well lots of things, I want them to go to him when I die.” you rolled your eyes at his choice of words, but you agree with this, you’ve had similar thoughts on your near-death experience and wanted to make sure he would go to his dad if something bad were to happen to you since Akaashi and you aren’t a couple legally, he wouldn’t be deemed responsible for your son. You also know you probably won’t get married even if the relationship pointed in that direction, for what you’ve heard he is very comfortable with how things are right now and thinks very little of marriage stating is just a social title, nothing more.

“Ok, ok, I’ll sign them. But first you gotta answer something for me or I ain't signing anything.” you’ve been dying to ask this, and you rarely have something to bargain with, so you take this chance, “Anything for you, my love.”, his 'fake sweetness' making you want to gag, but you hang on tight, this is too important and if you upset him this is the end, “Ok so, when you disappeared on me, I went to look for Samu and he had just disappeared from the surface of the earth just like you, even his phone number wasn’t working. What happened to him?” you’re absentmindedly biting your thumb, the curry pot now doing its thing. “Tsk.” is all you hear from the other side of the line, and you are quickly losing faith, he’s always been defensive when you mention him. “Took you long enough to ask, I thought that would be the first thing you’d ask me, you always liked him more than you ever liked me.” he wasn’t entirely wrong, but you would never say that to him, specially not now. You quietly wait for him to continue, “When I left you that night, I didn’t know what to do with my life. I knew I couldn’t tell Samu the truth. At first, I thought it was because I was embarrassed that you’d cheat on me the same week I bought our engagement ring. But in reality, I was kinda scared. I knew the moment I’d fuck up he would go for you and steal you away. He would always tell me that the only reason you were with me was because he was a coward and took too long, he constantly reminded me of that and I just couldn’t allow that to happen. So, when I got to his place that night I didn’t say anything, he was going on about how a very famous onigiri person from Okinawa had offer him a year-long internship at his shop, he wasn’t sure about being away for so long but I took it as a chance and I got him to accept it. I told him we had a fight and wanted some time alone to clear my head, so we both went together to Okinawa and did some touristy stuff while he got settled. We were on a dolphin exploration boat when I saw your name on his screen, he was busy taking pictures with his camera, so he didn’t notice. I took his phone and mine and threw them into open ocean.” you gasped loudly, almost leaving him deaf, not believing someone could stoop so low due to jealousy. “I got us new phones the same day, I just didn’t want him to talk to you, I knew he would fly straight to your arms on the same day if he would have known what happened, and probably ruin his future.” You don’t say anything to this, you know it’s true, that’s why you went looking for him, he’d always been your support, even before you got with Atsumu. “He had to stay for a year there, but he kept trying to find you, since I kept ignoring his questions he even sent Suna to our old place to look for you, but you were gone by then. And that’s all I know. When he found out I lied to him to keep him away from you we had a huge fight, he broke my nose with one of his punches and well, he didn’t talk to me for a couple of years after that until ‘Ma saw him throwing a bread stick to my face during a family holiday and forced him to forgive me.”

The line went completely silent, “You selfish bastard.” is all you say to him before ending the call, you were sobbing on the curry when Akaashi found you in the kitchen. He didn’t know what happened, but he heard you were talking with Atsumu in the phone. He wrapped both of his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind and leaving soft tickly kisses on the back of your neck, using the only tactic that he knows calm you down. “You know, those tiny shorts you’re wearing today are killing me. Hope you weren’t thinking of sleeping much tonight.” he whispers playfully biting your ear shell. You laugh in between sobs, shaking your head and removing the pot from the stove. “All yours, all night.” It’s all you say softly, pawing at your tears and trying to forget about all you heard just now.

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School has been going great and you are positive you will be able to finally graduate in a couple of semesters, life really is so much better these days.

Akaashi is currently taking a shower and you are just waiting for Seiji to come home; you still need to sign those papers and weren’t really looking forward to see Atsumu today. Summer was very extreme this year and you thought of sneaking for a few scoops of ice cream, happily dancing almost inside of the fridge, truthfully enjoying both the refreshing breeze coming from it and the delicious treat in your mouth, when you hear Seiji coming inside the house, running excitedly with a slightly large bag in his hand. “Mama look, you have to try this, is the best thing I’ve ever eaten in my whole life!! My uncle made these specially for you!!” the child rambles while pulling some rice balls out of a container, “Your what-?“ the spoon in your mouth falls to the ground clattering loudly, “(Y/N)?” you see a head poking behind the wall separating the entrance from the kitchen and you forgot what manners were all together. You just ran over to Osamu, more like jumped on him, wrapping your arms around his neck and both legs around his waist. “Samu, oh my god. Is this really happening? Please tell me I didn’t pass out from the heat and I’m having the loveliest of dreams.” you mumble, kissing both of his cheeks. “Ya’ll isn’t this too much? Like why are you acting so differently from when you met me? You see? This is why I wanted you as far away from him as possible. It's all your fault.” grumbles Atsumu with an annoyed expression all over his face, “SHUT UP” you both yell at him in unison.

“I-I looked for you all over, (Y/N). I swear. I just couldn’t find you anywhere. You closed all your accounts, I didn't know what to do. I even contacted the Karasuno captain to see if he could help me, he is a cop now. But not even him could do much. I really tried all I could.” Osamu’s eyes are glossy with unshed tears, and you rest your forehead on his, “I know you did. I know.” Is all you can say, knowing you should get off of him, probably about now. The bathroom door opens to a shirtless and very wet Akaashi fully in display for everyone to see. “Oh, Osamu is here. Hey man! Haven’t seen you in a while.” Akaashi greets him while towel drying his hair.

Atsumu sulks walking over to plop himself on the sofa like it was his own house, annoyed at the fact that even Akaashi is treating him better. He stacks the papers on the coffee table, trying to get your attention. “(Y/N), so I brought you your beloved Samu, can you now sign my papers please? I kindda gotta go soon.” you just sat beside him, grabbing the papers and whispering a soft “Thank you” while squeezing his knee. Of course, this is what makes you happy. He should have known so.

You read over the papers and sign them without a hassle, your son now straddling his dad’s lap trying to get him to stop sulking. “Mama, daddy said he has a house in Osaka and that’s where USJ (Universal Studios Japan) is. Do you think I can go with him? I really want to see the Mario land.” he looks at you with puppy eyes, laying his head on Atsumu’s chest.

“I actually gotta go there in a couple of weeks, got a big game. I bet he would like to see his daddy win a game!” he puffs his chest out, making Seiji giggle and how can you honestly say no to him. “Alright, he should be out of school by then. But only for a few days and you gotta promise someone will look after him while you play.” you give him a serious look, knowing he would completely forget about it and just leave him alone on the bleachers. “How about you come with us, darlin’? I got more than enough room for the three of us.” he never learns.

“I, ehm. No, thanks.” you feel the other side of the sofa dent, Osamu sitting on your other side, his chin now on your shoulder giving a good look at the papers you just signed. He doesn’t trust his brother. “(Y/N), can I take Seiji to the aquarium? I was thinking maybe we can have a picnic after school, then go see some fishies.” He smirks over at Seiji who is now bouncing with joy begging you to please say yes. “Hmmmm….only if you let me join the fun~” you turn around to give him the prettiest pleading look he's ever seen, poking his belly.

Atsumu scoffs loudly, setting his son down and getting up and ready to leave. “Can you like not flirt with each other for once in this life? Akaashi is here! Not like you ever cared when you were with me but, can you not?”, Akaashi looked at you and just shook his head, “She isn’t flirting, dude. You should see her when she is.” this makes you chuckle, not even Akaashi is on his side today. “Besides, I know I would lose if Osamu was to make a move. I heard you had to kidnap him and throw his phone into the ocean to keep them apart. So, I would rather not upset my girl, that should do it.” You feel Osamu tense next to you, and its then he knows he’s too late once again, always late. If only…

Osamu gets on his feet, looking down at you. “I’ll text you later then. Already stole your number from my dumb brother’s phone.” he winks at you, but you are quick to see his sad smile. Deciding not to say anything you might regret later, you hand the signed papers to Atsumu and walk them out to his car.

What a day.

Akaashi, who’s too confident on what you two have right now, doesn’t even sweat at the longing look in Osamu’s eyes, just waving them off and heading back inside, pulling you with him by your hand. The night goes on like if nothing happened, tonight, diner would be a feast of different rice balls of all possible flavors. Or so they think, but you noticed, all of them had your favorite toppings. Your heart sank a bit, but you are just as comfortable with your current life as Akaashi is and dreaded complications. You will have to once again distance a bit from Osamu, even if that pains you to no avail.

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That summer was a summer you would never forget. After Seiji’s first time to Osaka with his dad, you all boarded a plane and headed to Hokkaido. You visited some flower farms; fed Alpacas; even went to a bear only safari. Not only did you have tons of fun with your kids, but your bond as a family grew deeper roots.

The four of you slept on the same futon for the entire week, Akaashi renting a villa in the countryside for all of you to enjoy but wanting to keep you all to himself as usual.

You woke up to birds singing every day, no work, no school, just you and your family going on between fun activities and home life. You had bbq outside a couple of times during that week, Akaashi cooking the meat for all of you while the kids ran around playing tag and chasing butterflies.

You even wore this sun dress Akaashi had bought for you as a surprise to wear during this trip, saying something along the lines of him wanting to show off.

Life was certainly different from a year before.

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-Time skip-

Watering the plants on the front yard you think about how five years ago this yard was empty, the house had nothing but gray walls, and plants were not welcomed in any way. Now it’s nothing like that, is even difficult to imagine it once was anything like it. You planted roses on both sides and some berry bushes at the front, a welcome mat now decorates the entrance along with a flower wreath.

The house inside had also change quite a bit, gray was replaced by white; family pictures, and trinkets now hanging from the walls, toys scattered every here and there. Just by looking inside from a window you could see how lived it was. Both of your children are no longer little, now both attending elementary school but just as lovely as they ever were.

You live happily, talking daily with your best friend and trying not to decapitate Atsumu. Your son loves them both and so do you, regardless of everything that’s happened.

Your family was big now and those days of loneliness are long forgotten in your hectic routine. You got a job at the same company as Akaashi, though you work in the publishing side very far away from him in a separate building, everything’s been going just great there too, a promotion coming its way to you in the coming months.

Akaashi yells from the kitchen, seemingly needing your help with the oven. You chuckle to yourself at your favorite clutz antics. “Coming!” you go back inside to save the day from the evil oven eating the chicken away. Once dinner has been saved you wrap yourself around him, kissing his lips softly and whispering sweet ‘I love yous’ while he holds you close against the kitchen counter.

You really couldn’t think of a better life and neither did Akaashi.

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Notes: So, this is the final chapter of the Akaashi version of this story. Like I mentioned on the first chapter, this series is set out to be like an otome game, since I loathe the bad endings in the games, I’m not having one in my story, instead I’m having a good ending, a happy ending and the true ending, this one being the good ending version. Thank you to everyone who read this, you are the loveliest humans alive and Santa will give you an extra present from me this year. Hope you stick around for the other two! -Love, Nina.

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[kairoseas]

JJK: Phantom Parade, "It's a Vacation!" Episode 1 (basic, novice) translation.

Hi! I'm here to translate the "It's a Vacation!" episodes in Phantom Parade! This is very basic, but I think it gets the information across!

Episode 1! Yuuji: Oh! Good morning, Fushiguro! Where are you going? Fushi: To train by myself / to self-train. Yuuji: Well, I have some free time too! So, lets go see a movie! It's really popular, the internet is in an uproar! Fushi: ... ah, because paying attention to what other people find popular really makes me want to see it... Yuuji: Popular? It's a mess of criticism! The reviews trashed it! Its one of the rare shitty movies that gets released. But it's only meaningful when you see it yourself, right? Besides, it's better to see it with someone than to go alone! Fushi: You seriously want to waste two hours of your rare time off? Yuuji: Screentime is 100 minutes! Fushi: That's not what I meant! Nobara: It's so early... why're you being so noisy? Can't you guys be quiet on a holiday? Yuuji: Oh! Good morning, Kugisaki! Nobara: Good morning... so, again, what're you two fussing about? Yuuji: We're going to go see a movie together! That really bad one! Even the director is under fire on social media! Nobara: Ah, so that's it... yeah, I've heard its pretty bad. Fushi: How did you already make the decision for me to go too? Nobara: Guess I'll go too. Fushi: Really? / You too? Nobara: I was actually just about to leave. I was going to invite Maki-san, but I couldn't find her... Yuuji: Okay, it's the three of us then ... ! Nobara then says something about not wanting to go separately because she doesn't want to end up being alone in the dorms....

Fushi: ... so, what theater are we going to? Yuuji: It doesn't matter! They'll all be playing it, since it's only been out for two weeks or so...! Fushi: So... no plan... (After some time.)

Yuuji: ... hm . Nobara: What happened? Yuuji: ... can't find the name anywhere... Nobara: Huh!? Has it been canceled already ... !? Fushi: If you checked it out before-hand, you'd know that. Yuuji: As expected... from all the criticism...! But you really should go see it with your own eyes at least... ! Fushi Well, then that means you should give up already. Nobara: I guess if its not showing, I'll go home. Yuuji: Wait a second! I'll check if other places have it... ! Fushi: That's enough. If its not showing, you should do something else. Yuuji: If you're into curry, you can't eat ramen! Same thing ! Fushi ( clearly exasperated, maybe under his breath ): If you do eat it, you'll still be satisfied... Yuuji: There are still other things that we can do! Nobara: Where? The only difference is the location... Yuuji: Erm ... ! Yokohama! It's being shown in a small theater! Fushi & Nobara: Yokohama!? Nobara: Cute/small(?) ports, stylish shops... ! Yuuji: Sweets shops, meat buns, chinatown...! Fushi: It's different. Yuuji: It's fine! It's in the same city! Fushi: (But...) Yokohama is in Kanagawa.... They take the train to Yokohama.

Nobara: A different feeling than Tokyo, but it's not bad. Fushi: The movie theater, it's ... Yuuji: No matter what you say, Fushiguro seems enthusiastic... ! Fushi: I've come this far, now I can't even go back... Yuuji: The poster is still up...! Fushi: When is the next screening? Yuuji: Well... looks like 7. Fushi: ... I really should have stayed (at campus)... / should not have come... Yuuji completely misplaces Yokohama as being a part of Tokyo! Ah, well, we can only hope that Fushiguro found some kind of peace on the 45 minute train ride from Tokyo to Yokohama! 🙏

#phantom parade #jjk: phantom parade #jujutsu kaisen #kore's translations #jujutsu kaisen phantom parade #itadori yuuji #fushiguro megumi #nobara kugisaki

[nine-of-words]

No Vacancy (Part Five)

M Merfolk x M Orc Reader

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Wordcount: 3028

Content Warnings: Smoking, References to Sex Work

This segment was emotionally exhausting to write (complimentary)

“Eat.” 

Rosing all but slams the bowl down in front of you, where you’ve been sitting in your cabin staring out the porthole, lost in thought. 

You’ve been so distracted with your agenda and the calculations you've been scratching out that you didn’t even notice that she must have started cooking when she entered the galley a while ago. But now, it’s hard to miss the warm, spiced scent of curry when it’s sitting right under your nose.

You’d been avoiding taking meals in general; you’ve had no appetite with the pit of worry occupying your gut. But this scent is almost enticing enough to make you forget about that for a few minutes…

You know better than to waste food she’s served you, so you do start to dig in. While you start pretty unenthusiastically, her cooking is too good to not end up eating voraciously before you know it.

“You can’t hide in your cabin forever.” The kobold woman scolds you unabashedly as she takes her own meal. She sighs. “Moping over a boy.”

Despite the chiding from someone less than half your size, having the company feels good after sequestering yourself lately. 

“I don’t plan on it.” You say, rubbing the back of your neck with your free hand. “After we drop these tourists off at the island, I’m going to make a small detour on the way back, but it might delay our arrival at port for a bit."

"Because of his issue?"

You did tell Rosing a good bit about what happened - she's just too good at extracting information from you, basically being your family at this point. You just tried to stay mindful of which specific details you shared, for Noa's sake.

"Yeah. It'll probably only take half a day. But I know you like to take your leave in port, so I wanted to make sure that was okay with you before committing to this plan.”

“Doesn’t bother me, if it’s what you need to do. Dancehall will still be there.”

That’s a pretty glowing endorsement from her, so you’re pleased to have the support.

The day after next, you've arrived at your destination and anchored your boat. Unsurprisingly, it’s begun to languidly drizzle while you’ve made your preparations. 

You pull on your raincoat and say your goodbye to Rosing. Then, you board your captain's gig and lower yourself into the water with the winch.

It's difficult to not second guess yourself, when it's just you and the sound of the outboard motor and the raindrops smattering loudly against the rubber hood covering your head. 

You are technically going against his wishes by getting involved, but… You know you can help him. You have the ability to easily solve his problem- how could you claim to love someone and sit idly by while they suffer? You certainly can't.

The rain is persistent the entirety of the short trip towards the other, looming ship, to the point of you wondering if the small dinghy will completely sink while you're gone as you secure it. …A risk you're willing to take, you decide as you climb out of it.

It’s been a long time since you’ve been on a working ship; a vessel that isn’t completely spotless as to not offend tourist sensibility, but one that exists in a constant state of semi-grime. Still, it’s far less disgusting than the deep permeating filth of a fishing boat - at least the rain is giving it a good wash.

It doesn’t take much time between someone spotting you as out of place, and you being escorted to the captain’s cabin. The cabin itself is pretty cluttered and dingy, but it isn’t its state of cleanliness that puts you at unease, so much as the poor lighting exacerbated by the weather. Every corner is coated in thick shadow, like a spectral hand could reach out and grab you if you get too close. You take off your raincoat and hang it on a nearby coat rack.

“Well, fancy seeing you here.” Uttar actually has a flash of surprise visible on his face before it swiftly vanishes underneath his hardened features. He motions to the ratty velvet padded chair across from him. “Folks tend to get lost.”

"Hello, nice ship you have here.” You take a seat and say, meaning it for the most part- you've been on much, much worse, after all. As far as fishing boats and pirate ships go, there isn't that much difference besides decor.

"My line a’work has it's perks. Better than breaking my back haulin' fish all day. But I’m sure you know all about that, yerself.” Uttar grins as he pulls a cigar box from his desk drawer. 

“True.” You have to question just how similar your work is now, but you can at least agree on that point…

"Now, what brings ya to my neck of the seas?" He slowly selects a cigar, and motions to offer you one. You decline with a subtle hand movement, so he puts the box away and proceeds to light his own. “Can’t imagine a little social call in this sort a’downpour.”

“No, this is more of a business matter, I suppose.” You chuckle, trying to break up the undercurrent of slowly building tension in the conversation. "It's regarding… a mutual friend."

"Well now, that does sound interestin'. I was under the impression that we didn't have many a’those left these days."

“Oh, I wouldn’t go so far as to say that. You seemed to enjoy yourself the other day, at least?”

“Didn’t say I didn’t, but I haven’t seen head or tail of you in near’a decade and then I see ya twice in a fortnight? Things don’t just go’n spring up like that without reason, as it were.”

He’s not asking the question directly, but it’s there all the same.

"The reason is Noa." You say, cutting through the niceties to the heart of the issue.

You dig a hand into the breast pocket of your kurta and set a neatly packed case of thin, flat traveler's gold bars on the desk.

Uttar takes a long drag from his cigar and rubs his wiry beard in thought, probably to avoid looking like a salivating hound upon seeing that much gold presented to him.

“Didn’t think ya the type of man that needed to buy himself whores.” Uttar sneers in a teasing, infuriatingly chummy tone. “Old charm not what it use’ta be?”

“Oh no, I do fine for myself in that area.” You keep your tone even and a smile on your face, even if the language choices he’s making really make you want to reach across the desk and throttle him yourself. “And to be as clear as possible, this isn’t for any service of his. It’d be to pay off his debt in full.”

“Surely ye understand why lettin’ ya just waltz in here and purchase one o’ me gold makin’ assets out from under me is a bad business decision.” He draws a long inhale of smoke, and lets it filter out through his nostrils, dubious. “Interest is the whole point of lendin’.”

“I thought you might say that… If it’s not enough, I can make up the remainder."

"A whole lot to spend on a ship with a broken mast, that." He mutters derisively. “Yer outta yer mind.”

“I feel quite sound of mind, actually.” You chuckle politely and unclench your jaw. You’re not sure exactly what he’s getting at, but the implication that Noa is broken angers you, regardless. “But thanks for your concern.”

Calm. Deep breath. You just have to get through this without trying to kill him, and it’s almost over.

"Oi… Fine. It's a deal." Uttar extends his free hand over the table for you to shake after a few more moments of deliberation. "But only because we got history, aye?"

"I appreciate it." You shake his extended hand.

The cabin settles into a somewhat tense, but not unwelcome silence while Uttar double-counts the gold tablets and scribbles some notes down in his own records as he goes.

But something that's been on your mind for a while just won't vacate the space. You know it'd be better to ask Noa directly, but you haven't exactly had the opportunity…

"I do have a question, if you don't mind me asking."

"Aye?"

"Do you know what his debt was for?"

"Dunno. Investigatin' sordid history ain't in my job description." Uttar shakes his head, knocking some ash into the overfilled tray. "These contracts don't track that sorta detail, anyhow. I can tell ya I bought his debt off a pleasure boat eastern like. So that leaves ya with what? Drinkin' or druggin', or gamblin', or fuckin' to excess - then tryin’a stiff the tab."

"That doesn't really sound like him..." 

"Oi? Didn't realize yer boy toy would come with some pricy habit or another?" Uttar laughs, making a show of pressing the stamp into the vermilion ink and then onto the paper. When he lifts the stamp, a bright red rectangle containing the Orcish characters for 'paid' remains, emblazoned across the section containing his information. "They always do. But we already shook on it all proper-like already, so no refunds!"

He slides the paper across to you.

You take the parchment. It feels strangely light, for how much weight it's been causing Noa to carry for who knows how long.

While scanning the information to make sure it's correct, you notice you overpaid by a considerable amount. But that's fine -  You can always refill your savings. What's important is the relief you're feeling on Noa's behalf. And honestly, you expected to be stiffed when you came here, so you're not exactly surprised. 

"Her Ladyship pick up her special cargo yet? …" Uttar speaks into the receiver he’s picked up from his desk. "Good. Bring 'im here." 

It doesn't take long for the cabin door to be thrown open and Noa to be thrust through it.

"Ugh, you don't have to be so rough, asshole! I know where-"

Then he sees you, and freezes in his tracks. He stands motionless as the cabin door closes behind him. 

"There he is!" Uttar coos facetiously and curls a thick finger at him. "C'mere."

"...Why?" Noa sneers in suspicion at Uttar, but is looking directly at you when he says it- as if he's questioning you as well, for entirely different reasons. 

"Just c'mere, you obstinate shit! Spirits, I don't know if I'll miss ya or be chuffed to be rid o’ya!"

"Rid of me?" Noa says incredulously, eyes still locked on you, before they settle on the paperwork and gold still strewn on the table. A panicked look crashes over his features as he puts the visual clues together.

But Noa still complies, moving to stand next to Uttar and spinning around when he motions to. 

Uttar produces a short, wooden wand from the pen cup on his desk; one carved with uniform runes, typical of the preloaded varieties you can buy in most magic shops, that are easily usable by non-magi. He presses it to the top of Noa’s back, right between the shoulder blades.

There is a small fizzle of magic at work, followed by a shimmering, nearly imperceptible shattering of something unseen. Noa raises his hand over his shoulder to rub the affected area, and when his hand moves, the small marking on his skin is gone too.

"There ya go," Uttar says with an almost bored air of finality as he waves his hand. "We’re all square. Trackin’ rune's gone. He's your problem now."

Even though he’s visibly mad at you and you definitely have more pressing matters that require attention, you can’t help but be struck with just how gorgeous you think he is. And you’re simply so pleased to see him again after how things were left, it’s hard to think straight with your heart hammering in your chest.

But to his credit, you’d be mad if you were left in the dark like this, too. You just have to get somewhere you can have a calm, rational conversation, and you’re sure that he’ll understand why you chose to do this.

You rise from the chair, rolling up the contract.

“You heard him.” Noa shakes his head in disapproval and shrugs his shoulders, voice dripping with simmering resentment. “I’m your problem now.”

“I know this looks bad-” You begin to at least start some verbal damage control on the way out.

“It doesn’t matter how it looks. I don’t get a say in it, right?”

“That’s not the case at all-”

"This is all real sweet love reunion ‘n all. Real cute. But I’ve got things to do.” Uttar interrupts, kicking back in his chair and puffing his cigar with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, reminding you that you are indeed having this quarrel with an audience. “So unless one of ya is gonna suck my cock, get off'a my fuckin' ship."

Noa doesn’t need to be told twice, or even very long to process the words - instead jumping at the offer to no longer be present. He storms out of the cabin, leaving you to hastily pull your raincoat back on and chase after him.

“Noa, wait-” You try to call after him to get him to slow his pace so you can speak, but he’s already out of earshot.

By time you get yourself together and get outside, you hear a tellingly large splash down below. You get back to the gig as fast as you can without risking your boots slipping on the wet surface of the deck, and get yourself into it. Luckily, it’s still floating, and you don’t need to spend any time bailing it out.

“Noa! Noa-” You shout at the water’s surface fruitlessly, knowing your voice won’t carry far underwater or through this wall of rain- let alone both. “Will you just give me a chance to explain?”

“Explain what?” Noa snaps in rage after his head crests the water near the side of the dinghy, water flinging off of his braids in a fine spray as he whips around to face you. "Was this the plan the whole time? You just wanted to buy me too?"

“I wasn’t buying you! I wouldn’t want that-”

“Oh yeah? Because that’s sure what it looked like!” Noa grips the side of the boat as he shouts, slightly rocking it to one side, his dark blue fin spines flaring straight out in anger. “I should’ve known when that sleazy bastard was cozying up on your ship that you were just as bad!”

Admittedly, that stings quite a bit.

“I’m not- you know that’s not true. I wanted to help you!”

“What do you not get?! I don’t want to owe you like that!”

“But you don’t owe me anything!”

“You say that now! But there’s always the expectation attached! It always comes back up! You think I want to try to go on with that always hanging over… whatever this is?! It will absolutely ruin it-”

“Noa, It was your gold!”

“...What?”

“It was your gold. You paid for it.”

“You’re lying- That doesn’t make any sense!”

“I’ve always hated taking gold from you for your room, ever since we became friendly. And especially when we got involved.” You struggle to explain, your voice starting to grow hoarse from straining to be audible over the heavy rain. “I meant it when I said it was on the house. But you were so stubborn about paying anyway…”

It’s a strange sight to see. Noa is dumbstruck, completely silent and nearly motionless in the water, despite the fact you know his tail must still be working to keep him afloat under the surface. Rivers of rainwater run down the slopes of his face and body, which he seems to be completely unaffected by, aside from the hazy nictitating membrane that slides horizontally across his eyes every now and then.

“...I had already set it aside. I wasn’t sure what to do with it. I have a big enough margin even without that room, and the ship didn’t need any pressing maintenance. I thought I’d just end up giving it back to you sooner or later anyway…” You continue, slightly unnerved by the sudden silence and the intense, unrelenting stare. “Then when I found out how badly you actually needed it- it seemed like the best use for it there could be.” 

The longer you try to explain yourself, the more you begin to doubt your decision - but when you think about what the alternative would’ve been, you just can’t bring yourself to regret it. Even if Noa never forgives you for your overstep, at least he’s free now.

“And you just… made all of these decisions on my behalf. Without even consulting me.” Noa cuts in, sounding more distraught than angry at this point. That’s still some small progress, you think?

“Noa… We both know you would’ve refused to let me help." 

Another pause. In this case though, it’s because you know that he can’t argue with you on that point. He would’ve never accepted the gold. He’s just too proud; too convinced that he can handle anything by himself.

“Stupid.” He says bitterly, so quiet now that you can barely make it out over the noise. “I didn’t ask for this. So why?”

Honestly, you can’t really argue with him that you haven’t been stupid; at least not about the way you’ve done things, if not the reason behind it. Sitting here in this dinghy that’s threatening to sink with the cacophony of rain pelting down on your head is making you rethink every single decision you’ve made along the way.

You should’ve just said something earlier - been clearer, or more direct in getting your feelings across.

No time like the present to change that, you decide, Orcish cultural taboo be damned.

“I love you,” You pull the now slightly soggy roll of parchment out of your pocket and hold it out towards him. “And I want you to be able to choose me, if that’s what you want.”

>> ✨ MASTERLIST >> ☕ KO-FI

#exophilia #monster lover #monster romance #mlm #monster x reader #merman x reader #monster x monster #male monster #male reader #orc reader #merfolk #gay exophilia #mlm exophilia #oc: varuj #oc: noa #series: no vacancy #nine of words

[pandagirl45]

Kids ask Bucky why he has a Prosthetic arm and let him share his past stories.

This got me thinking especially for future fics too.

The arm was something the four of them spoke about with admiration and curiosity. Admiration on Uliss "Ultron" and Kurt. Curiousity from Moder. A mix of both from Skar. The young children followed the now known White Wolf of The Avengers, the Ghost Story, The Winter Soldier. Even though those last two nicknames are lost on them. Some of the adults spoke with amusement, others with soft reminders that usually was Aunt Natasha and Kurt's pop Steve. Other times it was spoke with so much weight, the kids scurry away when Uliss parents spoke softly on it.

Other times the kids watch Bucky Barnes workout. Spar. Train the newer heroes. Chase Hawkeye around the manor or tower about something. They watched with a task for later to figure out how Clint was able to scale up into vents.

The kids mission was to figure what those nicknames means and especially about his arm.

"He is your dad."

"Kurt, I don't know how to bring it up."

"We can just ask."

"Moder, that... well, what if he says don't worry about it."

"My dads says that a lot to me." Skar sat with a bowl of curry chewing happily.

Moder huffed writing a spell she found in the scantum library, "Uliss, you can ask."

"Maybe, I am nervous."

Kurt poofed back with his own snack chewing idly on an orange slice, "She is right Uliss."

The kids sat in a small group trying to figure out how to ask. This conversation happened frequent enough that they walked in to where they knew he would be, only to stare and scream, "YOUR ARM IS GONE!"

Bucky stared at the four kids freaking out pointing at the missing limb. Earlier, years earlier he would run to hide quickly. The ease over the years made dealing with his missing appendage turned metallic easier. Even seeing their reactions was a little amusing. Over Skar frantic screaming. Moder's eyes glowing asking what happened. Kurt shook Uliss panicking. Uliss eyes stuck on the missing part. A part his son was so used to seeing.

"So... I guess you are all curious?"

That got them all to calm down with quick nods, Uliss going to reach for the cap over his shoulder part, Uliss fingers curling up, "It is fine Uliss," He lifted his son up to touch the cap. The red-eyed child touched it, a nervous gulp from him.

"Dad... what happened to your arm? We thought you always had a metal arm... but you can remove it... Why does Pop call you the Winter and Ghost Story.... but he sounds sad sometimes?"

Bucky helped the kids get snacks, talking about his time growing up with his real arm. How he got the Ghost Story nickname first. How that changed to his more infamous nickname. One he was happy that gets relegated back on the nickname list. He doesn't mind winter.

"Mean people, very dangerous and mean people, gave me an arm that hurt a lot. So much so, I think I forced the pain away." Bucky rubbed at his shoulder, the dull aches were always present if he thinks about it too long. He can feel the rigid scars along his back and around his shoulder and chest, "They made me do things, I will never be able to change or fix. Make better."

Moder's eyes flickered with unread emotions. Skar frowned brows furrowing on his young face; he raised his hand. Kurt toying with his tail. Uliss frowned, eyes dulling as he thought about the words. "But, why...? You didn't do it?"

"Would you want to change it?" Uliss asked.

Bucky thought about both questions, and looked at the kids in the eyes, "No, I wouldn't change what happened. I can't but I wouldn't. I wouldn't have Uliss. I wouldn't be your pop," Bucky smiled faintly at Uliss. "It is something I have to learn everyday that it wasn't my fault, even though it feels like it." He rubbed at his left side of his body, mind supplying with memories, "Just know, I don't mind telling you things." Bucky smiled, seeing Tony leaning against the door. The kids' voices start to climb about new nicknames. Uliss hugged him as he agreed with all of them. The Hero of Metal. The Real Iron Man.

Bucky smiled over Uliss's head, Tony walking in, "Alright, kiddos of anarchy, head out. I think Carol is back from space." They both watched the gaggle of children rush out. Words of excitement. Uliss stopping at the door, making a circle on his chest before running out.

"The Real Iron Man?" Tony grinned.

Bucky shrugged but smiled, "I like it."

(I was going to get crazy with it. I think it would be something like this. A bit more flesh out when I get around here, eventually. Hopefully :') )

#tony stark #bucky barnes #winteriron #ultron #Ultron is their kid #Ultron Stark Barnes #moder #Moder Strange #kurt wagner #kid kurt wagner #Skar #thank you for the ask! #open for asks #sorry i got all extra #Bucky deserves all the nice nicknames #The next stories would be to embarrass Steve to the fullest

[starlightshadowsworld]

Danganronpa 3 Despair arc episode 6.

Thonks.

Hajime having a flashback while describing what happened.

Oh boy.

Confirms he was supposed to be the Ultimate Hope.

"All traces off previous personality deleted."

You got that wrong... But for now you're right.

They really couldn't have cut his hair, like the whole time.

Chiaki asking Chisa how Hajime is, because she taught at the Reserve Course.

And Chisa lying to her.

Ouch.

I love how Ibuki is sus of Peko and Fuyuhiko's "sudden friendship."

And kicking Teruteru for getting perverted.

👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

Few things are as Gundam Tanaka as Gundam calling a bunny a bringer of Calamity.

And than comforting said bunny and calling it BunBun.

So sweet.

Chisa got a hold of a key card from Juzo.

... Why would you want to live for Munakata's ideals?

Or die for him.

... Why?

Juzo saying he wouldn't hesitate to die for Chisa.

Unexpected, but I don't think it's jealously. Even with the close up of his fist.

They all were friends, he took her death hard, makes sense.

... Or maybe he is jealous of being a third wheel to Chisa and Munakata.

He cares a lot for both of them. It must be hard when you know both of your friends are in love.

And you're just here.

I don't like the guy but I can sympathise.

Aaaannnd Nagito is still missing.

Chisa your disguise kinda sucks but sure, breaking in.

Close the door!

Wait someone vanished?

Of course it was Junko's fault.

Junko that's curry... Not soup. I guess it doesn't matter if either way it's ending up in an eye.

Gotta love Junko talking about how great normal everyday things are for torture.

And knowing she'll some of the most elaborate executions known to man.

Imagine Danganronpa 1 but the executions are just torture via household objects and food.

... Actually don't that sounds terrifying.

The Kamakura project description...

Why does hearing about it with professional jargon make it sound so much worse?

And it's already fucked.

So Izuru has all known talents, and the trade off was losing his personality and his memories.

... Fuck.

And naturally Junko knows, somehow.

So she and Mukuro are off to meet him.

Idk why I'm suprised that Junko casually had an eyeball on her.

But did it need to be on the stick of the food your eating?

The fated meeting between Junko and Izuru.

Funny thing about Munakata being against the Kamakura project is that he basically becomes his own Izuru Kamakura.

A despair disguised under the flag of hope.

I love how he's like what if Izuru Kamakura turned against us.

Yeah that'd be awful... 👀

Annnd Izuru takes down both Junko and Mukuro.

Man has all talents.

I do like that he still sounds like Hajime.

So much more soul crushing.

The thing is Junko and Izuru are intellectual equals.

But Junko has the upper hand.

Izuru doesn't see Junko as a threat, she's able to fool him and implant the seeds of wanting despair in him.

She knows his situation better than anyone, because he knows all the outcomes and so does she.

She's bored and knows he is too.

And uses that in her favour.

Ayy Ryota's okay.

Twogami saying he's going to keep going to the hospital till he's got a clean bill of health.

Which is sweet.

And Junko in the infirmary.

Makes sense that Mukuro doesn't like Izuru, especially cos he injured Junko and Junko's fangirling over him.

Butt for Junko I'm sure she'll go with it.

"When she wakes up, tell her I'll be waiting."

Looks like the seeds been planted.

I say seeds like it was done all sneaky and cryptic but girl just despair speeched him.

And it worked.

I'd say Junko has issues but we all knew that.

Huh, didn't know Junko had a spidey sense.

And cornered, Ryota of all people.

Wasn't who I expected her to grab first... Especially because Ryota didn't become a despair.

But that doesn't mean he escaped her grasp.

... Few ever do.

#danganronpa 3: the end of hope's peak high school #Danganronpa #junko enoshima #ryota mitarai #mukuro ikusaba #hajime hinata #izuru kamukura #chisa yukizome #long post

[cyberwulf]

More Hanamusa Wedding Cassidy/Oak nonsense

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Cassidy rested her chin in her hand as she spooned the last bit of cake into her mouth.

It was the best wedding cake she'd ever tasted. Even Butch's baking couldn't compare.

Damn it.

And just to make things worse, here came the baker of said cake. Delia slid into the chair opposite her, a sugary smile on her face.

"It's good to see you again, Cassidy. Jessie and I are both so glad you could come."

Sure. Which was why Jessie had barely spoken to her all night. Cassidy mustered up a sweet smile of her own.

"Oh, I'd never have missed this," she replied. "Jessie's always wanted to be married. Well, always wanted a wedding, I guess. Big white dress, centre of attention..." She paused, glancing over Delia's white tuxedo. "...you know what that's like, right?"

The other woman's smile dimmed slightly.

"I was glad to see you and Professor Oak talking earlier," she remarked. "It's time all the hatchets were buried, don't you think?"

Cassidy watched sourly as she rose and walked over to where Jessie and James were holding each other's hands, talking animatedly as their mascara ran. The DJ put on yet another cheesy love song and the dance floor began to fill with couples again.

"Dance with me?"

Cassidy glanced up, scowled, and looked away.

"Oh, come on," Professor Oak cajoled. He held his hand out to her. "Look, you can sit here being miserable, or you can let me have this dance."

Cassidy looked at his outstretched hand, then up into his eyes.

"And this has nothing to do with the fact that my chest is right at your eye level?"

A faint blush came over his face and he cleared his throat.

"...It's a bonus?"

Cassidy looked at the dance floor, and Jessie swaying in the centre with her new wife.

What the hell.

She took the professor's hand and let him lead her onto the tiles.

In heels, her chest really was right in his eyeline. He was trying very hard not to look, holding her hand in his, resting his other one stiffly on her back. Cassidy wanted to laugh.

"What happened to that smooth talker from earlier?" she teased. His blush deepened, and Cassidy decided to take pity on him. "Relax, gramps." She guided both his hands to her waist. "I don't bite."

Oak chuckled nervously, but began to relax.

"I'm sorry about... earlier," he remarked. "You know, I see my ex-wife at family functions, with -" he rolled his eyes "- her boyfriend. And she looks good." He heaved a sigh. "And I think, I'm a fool. It would've taken so little to make her happy. Sometimes it's not even about her. It's about her being partnered, while I'm..."

Cassidy nodded glumly. She'd thought she was over Jessie. She'd handled the happy couple staying at her cabin... eventually. Them getting married, though? As soon as she'd read the wedding invitation, she'd heard a door slamming closed somewhere deep in her soul.

"I think you're very brave to come here today," the professor continued. "I don't think I could do the same."

To her surprise, Cassidy found herself blushing. She hadn't come here out of bravery. She'd come to be a bitch. Suddenly she felt ashamed of herself.

"Yeah, well..."

They swayed silently for a few moments.

"I understand you left Team Rocket some time ago," the professor said. "What do you do now?"

Relieved at the change of subject, Cassidy replied, "I run a little vacation cabin in the mountains. I did have a café..." James came into view, holding Wobbuffet's paws as they danced, and she glowered. "...but somebody's Morpeko destroyed it."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Oak chuckled. "So, you're a chef?"

"Best curry in Kanto," Cassidy replied. "Unless you like it with carrots."

His gaze flicked briefly down to her chest, and Cassidy found that she didn't mind.

"I don't."

#hanamusashipping #cassidy/oak #delia ketchum #cassidy #professor oak #my fanfic #tiny damaged notions

[nebulouscoffee]

Sorry to correct you but. Samosa is an indian dish not Kenyan

Hello anon! LOL okay I never expected to get into Samosa Discourse on my Star Trek blog but I happen to love food and history and the history of food so here we go😂

You are correct that samosas are not native to Kenya- and yes, India is by far the country most associated with samosas in the popular imagination (for good reason, samosas are pretty much omnipresent throughout India!) But while samosas are not originally from Kenya, that doesn't mean (imo at least) that they cannot be counted as part of Kenyan cuisine. (Which I didn't even necessarily do in that post, but I understand your position so I'll elaborate on those terms!)

Kenya is a multi-ethic country made up of several African peoples and migrant communities, including Kenyan Asians. Now, the history of South Asians living in/trading with East Africa goes back centuries, but there was also this huge (and deeply colonial) boom in the Asian population during the late 1800s-early 1900s when the British sent tens of thousands of indentured Indian labourers to Kenya to build the Uganda railway. (There is a LOT more history I could get into re the British East Africa Protectorate and the complicated social dynamics between African & Asian communities at the time, but that's not really relevant to samosas so I'll spare you.)

Anyway, modern day Kenya still has a considerable South Asian population, and as such (again not getting into the more complicated social dynamics here), Kenyan cuisine has a lot of Indian (and Arab) influences. But beyond that- Swahili culture(s) and cuisine(s) evolved over centuries of interaction between the various (predominantly Bantu) peoples of East Africa and traders from West, Central & South Asia (who brought in- among other things- their own spices), so cultural intermingling has always been a staple of the East African coast (which is geographically SO close to Asia!) If you were to walk around some of the bigger, more Asian diaspora-heavy cities of Kenya, like Mombasa or Nairobi, you'd find plenty of chicken/fish-based coconut curries & stews that strongly resemble Indian ones- as well as rice-based dishes like pilau & biriyani, rotis, chapatis, bhajias (called 'bajjis' in certain parts of India), kheemas, kebabs- and yes, samosas. Or sambusas, as they're often called in Kenya.

And what's more- the samosa (originally 'samsa' iirc) likely originated in Central Asia in the first place! It still goes by other names in West Asia and North Africa too; as do several other dishes-in-common. In fact, kuku paka (a dish I mentioned in the post that prompted this ask) is a Kenyan chicken curry with distinct Indian & Arabic influences. So if samosas can qualify as Indian cuisine (which, they undoubtedly do), imo they can qualify as a part of Kenyan cuisine too! Anyway I'm truly sorry I let this ask get SO far away from me lmao, I guess I've always felt a bit alienated by this growing tendency in Asian & African communities to sort of rigidly and unquestioningly (even proudly) uphold colonial divides when our cultures are actually so sprawling and ancient? Like sure, we are not monoliths, and it is important that people learn that- but also, so many political borders across both continents didn't even exist as they are today even a hundred years ago. It's so cool how much there is in common! Food, like so many other aspects of culture, is often migratory and full of varied influences, and that's just so deeply human and beautiful and fascinating to me

#nebulouscoffee on tumblr: come for the trekposting stay for the samosa lore apparently? lol #apologies to anyone who actually read all this rambly nonsense wish I could give you a sambusa/samosa as a reward #also anon I know you meant well and TRULY no hard feelings so pls don't take this the wrong way but. this ask made me giggle #I don't know if you're indian or just a concerned (white) citizen but speculating actually cheered me up on a Trying night so thank you! #in either case: you needn't worry!! I'm not out here on a mission to spread samosa misinformation on my star trek blog peace and loveee #(in all seriousness I'm very sorry if this reply came off as condescending or dismissive I promise it wasn't at all meant that way) #((might delete later btw just putting that out there))

[rainbowangel110]

Episode 39! Was a fun one! Let's go

So we start off with a livestream that goes wrong... cuz something exploded. As is usual with most streamers tbh.

So now we've stopped at a nearby twon who's name I cannot remember so that's fun :) but it's a metal down that's pretty industrial so we're stopping by for supplies. Dot needs a new mic but... well the others have no idea what she's talking about

So!

If y'all don't watch this show, this is a pretty big deal. Dot doesn't normally come out of her room other than to grab the occasional snack from the kitchen or something. It's pretty rare to see her out and about but even more rare for her to leave the ship, because as she puts it, "A waste of my time." The last time she was actually off the ship was the curry competition, and before that was when Liko's memories got wiped by Spinel and was left wandering in one of the cities.

Anyways smash cut to the theme song which hell yeah.

Annnnnnnnd she immediately loses the two. So they've already got what she needed and were checking out the 'vintage' section of the market, where Liko and Roy were ogling at the T.V. and radio. And then in the mere minute it took Dot to buy an old mic from one of the stalls, they vanished.

Ahhh

And then she hears yelling from an alley way which uhhhh alright guess we follow that

Okay so it wasn't bad, just some guy yelling at a Tinkatink. It's trying to take his hammer to create it's own. Tinkatinks are small, and want to make hammers to their liking using any scrap metal they can find. So this guy, working at a factory, had something that caught it's eye.

Anyways she eventually lets go, and Dot gives back it's old hammer and that mic is so getting snagged by it isn't it

Called it. Dot decided to leave it be cuz, hey the thing is already pretty old (she was going to use it as a prop but eh, change of plans)

Awwww that's adorable. you do you little squeaky pink gal

Murdock chill out, everything is fine, they were gone for half an hour at max. He's such a doting uncle to her. This is definitely embarrassing her lol.

SEX MICE SPOTTED

LEAVE THEM ALONE

They're also on the card for the mons who are just living on the ship, no trainers!

Which is just as adorable as them :)

Idk ma'am you seem pretty angry to me..... I definitely didn't see what happened though, so don't look at me.

Anyways, as Orio is interrogating everyone over the metal she was going to use.....

BABY ON BOARD!!!!!

Awww that's so cute.

NO SHE ISN'T!!! LOOK INTO THOSE EYES AND THEM ME THAT THIS LITTLE GAL IS THE CULPRIT-

Anyways one hilarious chase later....

NOOOO NOT MY BOY!!! NOT THE COLON D MON D:

So apparently it eats metal to harden it's outer shell, which explains a lot.

NOT THE HAMMER ANYTHING BUT THAT

It ate one of the masts??? Are you kidding me??? Oh this is bad.

DOT FIGHT!?!?

DOT FIGHT!!! WHOO HOOO!!!!

So uhh didn't take much screenshots of the fight cuz I was too focused on it but!

Quaxly was using water gun to create a circle of wet sand, so the Orthoworm can't escape from crawling over the sand. But Dot left one part of the circle dry. Where she was.

So the Orthworm runs straight to her, and Quaxly quickly hits it to knock the hammer out!

Which lets our baby get it and give the final blow! Gosh I wish I could gif these things it was so cool!!!

OH?

DOT HAS ANOTHER POKEMON LET'S FRWAKING GOOOO!!!!!! WHOOO!!!!!!

And now it's part of the streamer family :)

cute.

#pokemon horizons #just posting #pokémon #this was a good episode I liked it very much :)

[laf-outloud]

What an episode!!! The cast isn’t lying when they say each episode just gets better and better!

I love how quick Abby is to tell people Hoyt’s crimes to bring them into the group. I also love that Kate is going to be the group’s voice of reason. Abby is too emotionally invested (guess that happens when your husband is murdered), Hoyt is too chaotic, and Calian has too much on his plate and mind.

Abby with the quick thinking setting herself up as Sheriff Davidson’s gentle lady assistant. Despite the protests of the boys her taking this job gives her the one they need to take down the Davidsons. I always worry Abby is going to set off Tom’s alarm bells, but sometimes it pays to be underestimated. Ask not how misogyny ruins your life, but how you can make it work in your favor. She really effortlessly switches between independent woman who can get a man’s begrudging respect (with the judge in Austin) and delicate lady depending on the situation/company. I love a wily woman, and Abby is slowly adjusting to the Wild West.

I know I’m in the minority, but I actually like Lucia. I think she’ll surprise us, I would be shocked if she was the only one who didn’t contain multitudes. Plus, I find her dynamic with Calian to be very sweet. They’re too people torn between their families and their desires to be their own people. And I don’t blame her for getting a bit flustered around Calian, I would too. Sorry Hoyt!

Kai’s character is starting to get fleshed out, and I am shocked at what is being revealed. Murder, theft and love along the railroad? What a backstory! Though how dare that snake oil salesman extort Kai, he’s just trying to make a new, honest life for himself. He’s better than me, I would have killed him the first time he came around. He’s the kind of creep no one would miss.

Kate really knows how to put on a show! Get you a Pinkerton agent who can solve crime and throw a party and with same flare. Katie Findley is such a talent, I’m so glad they got to show off their stuff. And devastated at how things played out between her and Hagan. Hopefully this isn’t the last we see of him, I was looking forward to see more of their Father-Daughter // business partners in crime dynamic. Him leaving his hat behind for her was so bittersweet too. I don’t want them to leave off on a bad note! She needs to know he only signed over the hotel to protect her!

And Tom Davidson this episode! He’s always getting one over on our heroes, and it’s so frustrating in the best way possible. Loved seeing him interact with his aunt (the real mastermind behind all this) and a peek into his backstory. Rescued from an asylum in his youth by his aunt? No wonder he’s so quick to do all of her bidding, and why he’s not afraid of the stakes. He’s probably seen some things, experienced some trauma. And the musical number may have warned the town council to be wary of him, but it also let him know that he needs to collect some allies/curry some favor with the townspeople. And he was smart to collect Kai. Was so surprised when he appeared and “saved” the day! And I think we’re going to see more of him pursing Abby, romantically. Between his interest in the last episode and his aunt encouraging him twice that Abby has her stamp of approval, this is shaping up to be a quite the game of cat and mouse. First he stole the job, and now potentially the wife, abet unknowingly.

Lots of potential love arcs emerge in this episode. The classic love triangle between Hoyt-Abby-Calian (Abby and Hoyt’s romp had great tension, and I loved Hoyt mentioning to others to try and bring it back to being platonic), and Hoyt-Lucia-Calian (if anyone could steal a lady from Hoyt, it’s Calian). Hints of something between Kai and Kate (is it just admiration, a puppy crush, something more?) and Tom potentially pursuing Abby. Really enjoying how they tackle romance in this show, I like that it lurks in the background rather than overtaking the mysteries of the town and it’s people that we’re watching unfold.

Fantastic review! Spot on with everything! Careful, or I'm going to start expecting these every episode! LMAO!

I'll have to watch again because I missed fully watching Calian and Lucia's scenes. I think she's sweet, but where everyone else is so dynamic, I worry that she can get a bit lost.

Kai needs to join the group of four! If only because I think both he and Kate are a bit rattled right now and they need each other. (I wondered if there was tragedy in Kai's past, though I didn't peg him for murder!) Also, do I think Kate and Kai will end in romance? Probably not. I don't see Kate as wanting that kind of relationship, but it's adorable to see.

"...it also let him know that he needs to collect some allies/curry some favor with the townspeople. And he was smart to collect Kai." I did not catch that as a calculated move from Tom to curry favor with everyone's favorite launderer/restauranter/designer/murderer.

All the awards to Katie Findlay for a stellar performance tonight!

I absolutely love how every minute in this show moves the stories along, increases the tension, and provides new mysteries. Nothing is wasted and I am never bored!

"Ask not how misogyny ruins your life, but how you can make it work in your favor." This should be every woman's motto!

(Petition for Nathaniel Hagan to be drawn back into town!)

#ask box #walker: independence #WIndy review #WIndy spoilers #WIndy 1.05 #long post #abigail walker #hoyt rawlins #calian #augustus #kate carver #tom davidson #kai #lucia reyes #nathaniel hagan #katie findlay

[chaoddity]

TWITTER IS A LOST CAUSE

I am going to copy most of what I wrote in my twitter pinned tweet to save time. This is long. But it detailed what was going to happen and will continue to happen. It is all very predictable. I wrote this on November 20th.

"First off, let me get something clear... it is somewhat unlikely twitter will ACTUALLY go away for good or even begin to shut down. It IS likely that the site will become buggy and annoying to use in the coming weeks and months as ... problems pile up. Trump's account being unbanned doesnt mean much in the short run because he will likely continue to use truth social... but my guess is that... come election time, when he gets desperate, he will begin using it more and more to expand his reach. Not a concern for a while.

But Elon's priorities say a LOT about the direction he wants twitter to go. Firing the people who banned Trump Unbanning babylon bee and jordan peterson (both spread transphobic bs and got banned for it). Unbanning Trump. He is currying favor with the US fascist movement.

To make matters worse, his plan to give blue checks out for cash amplifies the effects

1- right leaning voices will happily shell out the money because musk is giving what they want

2- left-leaning voices, angry with musk, will refuse We will come back to this.

Q accounts, Right wing propagandists will be parading around looking legit to people who don't know what is going on. But that's not the worst part. Going back a tweet- how i said the right would happily pay while the left would refuse?

Well, Elon plans to boost accounts that pay the 8 dollars and hide/obscure voices that do not. So those accounts that -really- want to spread hate and violence? They're gonna pay the 8 dollars. They're gonna do it. You're going to hear anti-lgbt/minority hate on full volume

Now at this point its kinda hard to predict what will happen. If liberals decide to be idiots they'll try to pay for access to argue with them. If this happens, Musk wins because they'll all be paying to fight. At which point this platform will be at it's most unbearable.

The smartest thing we can all do is let the ship sink. Elon wants to profit off chaos and madness? Give him chaos and madness, but nothing he can profit off. Do your business on other sites and troll this one.

Im not deleting this account. I am leaving it up so i can recieve DMs. Once I back up this account, Its just going to suck up resources and give them nothing. No interactions, no revenue. A complete waste."

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Now, an update, on December 18th. Elon's approach has been even more heavy-handed and foolish than I expected. His recklessness is causing him to destroy his assets, the destruction of his assets is clearly making him continually more unwound, and that is causing him to be reckless. Its a cycle. He will probably get worse. A few important highlights

-Musk started banning journalists and competitors -no more links to other sites? -other members of the board of Tesla and investors want Elon ousted -his plan to ban links is against EU antitrust laws -he is so transparently pro-fascist that... pretty much everyone knows what he is doing. Which is helpful because it invites retaliation/reaction. Now a few things can go wrong at this point and most of them have to do with the media. If the media foolishly/shortsightedly decides to let MUSK dictate terms... they will be under his thumb for the foreseeable future. Media companies actually have all the real power though- social media is completely useless without content. Social media platforms exist... as the name suggests... as a platform for other people's media, to be shared socially. If media companies STAY they will be playing under his rules and allowing him to dictate the terms of their discourse - as will be his right (he owns the platform). This will create a situation where Musk becomes a power-dealer who dictates political discourse.

So it is VERY important people LEAVE twitter and let his investment collapse. Advertisers have already done the heavy lifting by pulling out!

#twitter #twitter exodus #twitter apocalypse #elon mask #elonjet

[twilightmalachite]

Love Letter - Prologue 2

Author: Umeda Chitose

Characters: Yuuta, Hinata

Translator: Mika Enstars

Proofer: Kirin

"I mean more than that, though. We’re regarded as one of the strongest units now! Don’t you want to show that off too?"

Season: Autumn

Location: Yumenosaki Academy Garden Terrace

Hinata: What for lunch today… Should we make our own food instead? What do you think, Yuuta-kun?

Yuuta: I already bought a meal ticket for the super spicy mapo curry! Topped with hot chilis…♪

Hinata: Bleh. Just hearing that made my mouth hurt…

I’ll get a pork curry with grilled veggies, then.

…Anyways, isn’t it shocking that there are doubts about holding Chocolat Fes?

Yuuta: It’s insane how things happening in a country we don’t even know is affecting our idol activities.

Hinata: Funny, it does make you think how the world is so connected~, huh. Welp, it really gives you a new perspective of things…

So Chocolat Fes will either be held like it was before, or it will have to go under some changes.

Being the one of the strongest units, shall we consider which path we’ll go with?

Yuuta: Yes, indeed. As one of the strongest units, asked personally by the student council. ♪

Hinata: It’s next year, there’s still time left until then. Though, since we just heard about it, how about having a lil’ brainstorm over Chocolat Fes during our meal?

Yuuta: Even though nobody knows of the morrow, won’t the devils laugh?[1] Though I guess just thinking about it is fine. We can come up with some ideas as we talk.

Hinata: Okie~! ♪ Lemme go first, then.

Chocolat Fes is an event where you make the audience happy and deliver love from the idols, right?

That’s why I think the most important thing is to get as close as we can to those who came to the live shows, to reach their hearts. Thoughts?

Yuuta: To keep in line with the spirit of the event? I think it’s good, but doesn’t that seem like something a newbie unit would be doing already?

It’s their first participation in Chocolat Fes, they’ll stick to the general gist of the event without doing anything too bold.

Plus, Chocolat Fes is an event where even AKATSUKI does fanservice on the stage, any unit would just be following suit.

If possible, I wanna think of what only we can do. I want to think of something that can only be done by us, because only we can do it.

Hinata: Hmm… But even if we do something similar, don’t you think we’ll be able to give our performance our own unique oomph?

Yuuta: I mean more than that, though. We’re regarded as one of the strongest units now! Don’t you want to show that off too?

Like putting together a luxurious set, like Valkyrie does! Wowing the audience with a spectacular performance unprecedented in the history of Yumenosaki!

Hinata: …Let’s talk about somethin’ else real quick. The topic being, how to solve the sweets conundrum!

Yuuta: If it’s possible, I want to avoid using sweets other than chocolate as much as we can, otherwise Chocolat Fes will lose its flair.

The image of chocolate is so strong at this point, if we switch to another candy, it’ll probably have a huge impact on the event… or something?

Hinata: Sure, we’ll decide on something new, but… Chocolate is for Valentine’s Day! When you think of chocolate, you think of Valentine’s Day!

Yuuta: Honestly, wouldn’t the easiest way to get chocolate supplied be to just disregard the relationship between Yumenosaki and the manufacturer?

Hinata: Maybe. Vice Prez has no connection at all with Yumenosaki, so if we ask him, we might be able to get some cacao supplied in secret through a different route.

But something like that would be a shameless way out. We can’t, it wouldn’t give a good impression to the rest of the students…!

Yuuta: Man, but we’d just be procuring chocolate at the request of the student council. I want them to praise us, saying we did a good job~!

Hinata: …Oh, how about preparing chocolate-scented cards? We could write letters on them as messages!

Delivering feelings to your fans is perfect for ChocoFes…♪

Yuuta: I see where you’re coming from, but isn’t that a bit too pathetic? It seems no different than something a freshman would do.

I wanna do something more flashy, something the strongest unit in Yumenosaki would do!

We’re the only unit enrolled in Yumenosaki that’s also affiliated with CosPro, after all…

I wonder if we could put our all into a pitch to the agency to get the Vice Prez’s cooperation and some extra funding?

Hinata: What would you wanna do with the agency’s help and an increased budget, Yuuta-kun?

Yuuta: Well, umm… Uhh… So we could make a luxurious set, or something…?

Hinata: Yeah, you mentioned earlier about a luxurious set like Valkyrie’s. What else were you thinking?

Yuuta: Urggh… I still have to come up with a concrete idea of what I wanna do for the stage and set.

Hinata: So all your ideas are still as soft as marshmallows, huh…

We can’t seem to find anything we can agree on here, can we? I feel if we keep going, we’ll just be stuck in a loop of not coming to a conclusion…!

Yuuta: I feel so too. And our curry will get cold at this rate…

Hinata: Then without further ado, let’s dig in! There’s still time until Chocolat Fes, who knows what’ll happen ’til then.

We’ll just have to keep our ideas in mind, and we’ll talk about a plan as we find out more!

You’re right. The fact we have differing opinions right now doesn’t mean we can’t eventually combine our individual thoughts together.

Hinata: That’s true…

Well, come to me if you run into any trouble with planning or getting approval from the Vice Prez! I think I’m a bit more experienced with those sortsa things.

Yuuta: Yeah, yeah. As we’d expect from our ever-so-reliable unit leader.

…Alrighty, let’s switch gears and eat! Sorry to keep you waiting, my super spicy mapo curry…♪

Hinata: Me too! Time to dig in~, pork curry with grilled veggies…☆

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Referencing the saying “speak of next year and the devils will laugh”; basically “speak of next year’s events when the next year comes”. A similar English saying is “don’t count your chickens before they are hatched”, except on a year-by-year basis.

#love letter #event #translation #yuuta aoi #hinata aoi

[tsuki-sennin]

Alright, DePaPre~! Staying in Oishi-Na Town~ for the big 1-1! Got a bowl of leftover curry I made for dinner, made with chicken, tikka masala, coconut basmati, and a little extra spice~! I'd dare say I'm having a nice dinner~!

Spoilers, I guess...

-Yui-chan~! The Recipeppis are pretty recipoggers, huh?

-They gave you a straight up laser cannon disguised as a food processor~!

-Aaaand Gentle continues to be treated like crap by Narcistoru.

-So... you can either use your power to keep the Recipeppis from feeling pain upon capture, or make a super strong Ubau-zo...

-Ohhhhh, man, food dreams... I love those.

-I hope you too can experience the joy of waking up and devouring a massive fucking hunk of fried chicken in your dreams, Amane-chan.

-OH FUCK IT'S TEST DAY

-"Surprise, bitches. I'm making you take a test."

-"My beloved potato salad..."

-Awwwww, she smilin :)

-Is this my pen?

-That was pretty good, Kokone-chan. On point pronunciation.

-"My pen..."

-I... don't think that's how sandwiches, rocks, sunlight, or proverbs work, Yui.

-Three years on a rock? What a fascinating phrase...

-DUMPLINGS

-Got a line for every occasion, huh Grandma Nagomi?

-Heeeeeey, I'm a foreigner! I'm following Yui already!

-Science~!

-Our girls are studyin'~!

-Oh epic, Amane's doing a good job :)

-JESUS CHRIST THEY HIT US

-Ah, the old "Fuck it, time's running out" strat. School is truly cruel to the neurodivergent.

-"Uhhhhhh, I guess I did my best?"

-"Oh yeah... Big Brain Time, Gentle."

-22 plus 39 is 61! ...that's still a failing grade, but you're at least a regular F between ya instead of an F minus~!

-"MY PARFAITS! My sweet tooth is all but useless now!"

-Oh, Takumi-kun!

-It took me three days to make that potato salad... three days!

-Oh fuck, a teacher

-"Oh cool, you're done, epic, gimme the assignments"

-"Kokone Fuwa... the only non-idiot here!"

-Oh, Mari can directly control who goes in and out of the Delicious Field. I remember that being stated, but I guess I kinda forgot...

-Is that Ubau-zo like... a potato masher?

-Spicy Solo.

-"Oh hey Yui~!

-"Fuck it, we're cheating! I need to

-Ohhh, he's feelin' it!

-Oh wow, Takumi's very perceptive. Pretty impressive for such an ordinary dude. ...

-"You're wasting all the farmers' hard work!"

-"And I feel absolutely horrible about it on the inside :("

-"Chop chop, Kome-Kome, we're wasting Precious time standing around untransformed!"

-Oh wow, she jumps high!

-Shoot 'em up, Spicy! Pamu~!

-Delicious Spicy Bakin'? Huh...

-Oooooooh, again!

-Wow, Toei must've had all these done for months now.

-Yum-Yum Drain? Mem?

-It broke~!

-Ooooooh, her glasses broke!

-Amane-chan's revealed!

-They know now.

-...surprisingly disquieting, I have to admit. Time to balance that with the bassline~!

-Amane Kasai's gentleness is offset by her own suffering.

-I mean, I know these silly magical girl shows aren't exactly high drama, but they somehow always find a way to make me feel for the characters. And since Amane's freedom is absolutely inevitable, I would like to take the time to say that her being abused into Godatz's service by Narcistoru and to a lesser extent Secretoru really makes me sad, and that once she's freed I demand Toei to let her do fluffy fun stuff with the rest of the cast! Make up! Gardening! Working together on projects! Whatever it is middle school girls do nowadays! She can play goddamn Fortnite for all I care, let her have a good time, she deserves it!

-#FreeAmane.

-I didn't really have a lot to say this episode, I'm just having a good time watching the show. Which is great, right? Not really good for content, but hey!

-One last thing before I go, and it's about something I've been wondering… do Amane's parents know what's happening to her? Cause, like, she has to be legally allowed to attend the school somehow, right? Are they like typical ojou parents too busy to pay attention to their kid? Or did the Bundoru brainwash them too? Considering how light hearted the season's been so far, I don't think they're trying to build up to her parents being willing sell out.

-But hey, Butler tried to commit genocide last season, what do I know?

-Alternatively, what if Secretoru and Narcistoru the closest thing she has to parents? I don't have any real basis for this other than Amane being way younger than either of them and their behavior uncomfortably reminding me of parents of friends I've had in the past, but that is something to consider. ...tell you what, if I don't come up with a proper theory by the end of Episode 12 next week, I'll instead draw a picture of Gentle. I can't promise it'll be very good, but hey, it might be the last chance I get to do so while this form of Amane's still relevant. Deal? Deal~!

-Alright, it's getting pretty late, so I'll see you all next week when Amane finally gets the hug she needs. ...or in the morning and on Monday when I continue with Revice and Donbrothers. Whichever~!

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