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mushroomchoir · 3 months

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i will never forgive wep for this they took a disabled gay man and made his husband cheat on him and THEN MADE HIM LIVE WITH HIS HUSBAND AND HIS MISTRESS FOR FOURTEEN YEARS

#wonder egg priority #wonder egg priority spoilers #tw cheating #tw cheating mention #tw caps #URA ACCA DESERVES BETTER.#get this man a good husband

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greenblins · 2 years

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Imagine a ginger haired child who was artificially created by scientists to replicate a real human only to be thrown out by their fathers after killing someone due to lack of empathy in their programming.

Am I talking about Rio Ranger from YTTD or Frill from Wonder Egg Priority?

#noel shut up challenge #your turn to die #yttd #rio ranger #wonder egg priority #wonder egg frill #wonder egg priority spoilers #yttd spoilers

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aroace-polyshow · 1 year

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wonder egg priority spoilers

doodles of miku, rin, len as frill, hyphen, and dot for the wonder egg au

#marlo’s art #I FOUND THE BUTTERFLY THINGS NAMES!!!#also theres a third one that i forgot about #fuck #wonder egg priority spoilers #wonder egg au

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boomrailgun · 6 months

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Wonder Egg Priority

Thanks, but fuck you!

#wonder egg priority #wonder egg priority spoilers #anime

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hematomes · 2 years

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I could definitely see momoe being intersex! It definitely happens to where ppl dont even know about it or realize it! I like this headcanon for her, a little light in the darkness. ☺️

My thoughts on the show though...oh man. They are very negative so I'm sorry. 😫 You don't have to read it all if you don't want to. Warnings ahead for mentions of child abuse and suicide:

In a nutshell it's some kind of preachy anti-suicide propaganda piece, and it goes about its message in such a weirdly perverse and victim-blamey way. It's also sexually charged in a rly low-key way where it's romanticizing the way these children are crushing on and/or being abused by adult men. Ah I can't articulate it properly but it comes off as so sinister in its intention and it's easy to miss, *especially* for the target audience of, well, 14-year-old girls.

The end was so nonsensical that I can barely even remember what happened, but by that time I was already so upset about Frill and realizing what the show's message truly was that I don't think I was even registering what little plot that show had to give.

Also, as a trans boy myself, I have mixed feelings about Kaoru, but I don't think I'll ever watch the show a second time to let those thoughts fully form.

i just finished the last episode (without the extras) and im gonna be real with u i didn't understand it at all 💀

i see your point and i agree, especially with the last wonder egg & the whole thing with ai's/koito's teacher. i got the ick really quickly but the 1st real nail was the fact that he painted an "adult" version of ai and called it beautiful/gorgeous etc (and said she'd look like her mother, WITH WHOM HE IS IN A RELATIONSHIP......) and i thought it would be addressed later on, but they just. dropped that and then made it worse by saying that in a parallel universe she confessed to him and that he was her first love. without it being weird somehow idk. not to mention how breezily they hypothetized that he could've abused koito hello..... however ill give them the benefit of the doubt for that since it was a discussion between 4 teen girls and one of them did step up. even tho she just stepped up to defend her uncle. oh well.

i think i see their point in the way that teenagers sometimes get attached to their teachers, but it's the teachers' responsibility to draw a FIRM boundary and that guy clearly didn't with neither ai nor koito. im also quite unsatisfied about how his relationship with koito remained vague till the end of the main show (can't say abt the extras)

overall i still enjoyed watching it and got attached to the girls, but it really went sideways with the episodes 10-12. not really sure how i feel about the frill situation which frustrates me to NO END bc i literally started watching it for her </3 anyway

kaoru is... an extremely unimportant character, barely one episode etc and his trauma (and the trauma of all the wonder eggs tbh) was basically overlooked, which is also why im desperately clinging to the queer momoe hc. also disappointed bc he really deserved. so much more.

ANYWAY i was 0% ready for the last 3 episodes, and idk if ill watch the extras bc that was really weird and rushed. i feel like they should've explored some stuff way more, specifically around frill and how she's linked to what's happening. plus her motives etc, bc at the end of the day it's up to interpretation but like so vague i can't even really think of smth that would fully make sense

so, yea. imo amazing start but some very important things were left out (which sucks bc as u said the target audience is teenagers) and glazed over when it could've been an opportunity to point out how fucking WEIRD and dangerous some teachers are and the end was kinda fucked.

in conclusion. hoshiai no sora is better

#— answered #— nonnie #wonder egg priority spoilers #suicide mention #child abuse #long post

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cannondisabledcharacters · 1 year

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Today’s disabled character of the day is Neiru Aonuma from Wonder Egg Priority, who has a severe scar on her back, chronic pain, and an unspecified trauma disorder

[Image Description: Drawing of a girl holding a cellphone to her left ear. She is wearing a grey shirt with a elegant white collar and cuffs. She is is also wearing a black ribbon with a white rose in the center on her chest, seven bobby pins in her hair, and a white head band with a small white ribbon on top. She has long brown hair done is a side braid and tied with a white ribbon. Lastly she has turquoise eyes.]

#trauma injury character #chronic pain character #unspecified character #spoilers!#Wonder Egg Priority #Wonder Egg Priority neiru #wep #wep neiru #disabled character of the day

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roseapov · 4 months

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'The egg needs to be born from true love'

Contains spoilers to Book 7 in Twisted Wonderland

Exactly. Born.

Being born is like being hatched, not being in the egg or created. Being born is being released to the outside world, not being protected from it by a shell or skin (in humans case).

What I mean to say is, does an egg not have to be made from true love?

Sure, Meleanor and Levan did loved each other, but when they both were gone, the egg was starting to slowly die.

It's not about the creation of him, it's about the lack of love.

The love that managed to make Malleus hatch was Lilia's true love.

It wasn't the eggs parents love, but it was love strong enough to make it hatch.

So that makes me wonder, does creating an egg need true love? Or does the hatching need it and you can create one without it?

Since keeping it alive is so very hard, that one could call it impossible without true love. Since we've seen how hard it was even for Maleficia to keep Malleus alive.

But if you only could do it with true love, would the Senate really keep on insisting on marrying Draconias off to others to make connections?

If they couldn't make an egg, the Draconias would be extinct, right? The heir was also their priority, since they rather disliked Meleanor for her actions towards them.

But if theoretically love is needed only for hatching and not creating it, could it be that a mother's love for their child would be enough make them hatch?

Of course it would have to be love storing enough for a child to hatch, but that's not impossible, is it?

Without true love to a partner, could Meleanor make Malleus hatch, if he were to be a son of some random royalty? Could she do it with a mathernal love?

Since dragons are very passionate, a mother even if hated the father, would still take the best of care for her child.

But can one person's love, be strong enough hatch an egg? Yes. Lilia did it. Did it, with Malleus.

It wasn't Malleus's parents nor his relatives, but a true and honest love that made him hatch.

Looking at the blood-relations he was a complete stranger and yet, the only thing needed was love.

Love from one person.

Love strong enough. A mother's love for their child is unconditional, so that surely should be enough?

If one person, a complete stranger can make a child hatch, then why can't his mother?

So my interpretation of it is that the egg doesn't have to be created with love, but needs to be hatched with one.

Fae's wouldn't throw themselves at each other to make children they can't hatch, so they were doing it only with the loved ones.

To be sure that the child could survive with the love it would get, no matter what could happen to one of the parents, they still would have the other one to look after the egg.

But even with both parents gone, the child still can hatch with love. It doesn't even have to be their parents' affection.

That's why the Senate wasn't afraid of the end of the Draconias bloodline, they eventually knew that, no matter how prideful Meleanor is, she would make her child hatch. No matter the cost.

Just as she sacrificed herself for Malleus when he was in egg, was a statement at how much she loved her child. She would do it over and over again if needed, her love would surely be enough. Even without Levan.

And the fact that Maleficia also used magic instead of love to keep Malleus alive for as long as possible.

So, keeping the egg alive haven't needed love (even tho it was slowly dying), but could hold on themselves for a while with only magic.

It's one of my late night rambles so don't take it too seriously. It was only my what if, since the Senate wouldn't let Draconias die this easily. Besides it's only what if, I hope it hasn't hurt anyone or hasn't made anyone enraged.

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moominpopzz · 6 days

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Me and the gang about to help dead people to save other dead people

+Close ups then Explanations of them all n how they met in this AU :3!

WARNINGS for PD spoilers and death talk! [also sadly if you’ve not watched Wonder Egg Priority I’m not fully sure how much sense it makes ^^”]

Ai Ohto -> William ; Fighting for Jade’s revival

Will had been a loner in his school, because of bullying surrounding his heterochromia, when Jade and Ruby are transferred and move in and he properly meets Jade. She’s the only person who actually makes an effort to talk to [bother] him. They become more or less friends and start hanging out around each other often. Jade dies after an incident with David and Will blames himself and is surrounded by grief - leading to the shutting in and eventual finding of the Egg Gachapon machine in a dream.

Neiru -> Ashe ; Fighting for Mrs Winters revival

Ashe’s only objective is getting her mom back so she’s distant from the group at first like in the show. Before they all meet, Ashe had been temporarily hospitalized after the first trickster take over because of the bodily strain and the fact her mom had hurt a bit while trying to protect herself - leaving her with some scars on her back and shoulders. While recovering she was hit with the memories of the fact she was the reason her mom was dead - leading her to buying the eggs to try and bring the woman back.

Will first sees her hanging around the egg machine and quickly goes up to the and pester her with questions about everything. She tries to shrug Will off and continue doing as much as she can but Will follows her around. She’s the first one Will meets but is the last one to properly integrate into the friend group

Rika -> Dakota ; Fighting for Katori’s revival

Dakota is still a hero, though less so because superpowers aren’t really a thing in this universe and they are treated more as paranormal activity. He still became one after the death of Katori, only he didn’t fall with her and had to watch from the rooftop. He fully blames himself for it and became a hero to protect people. He’s dyed a strip of his hair a black color in honor of Katori though he has a really hard time mentioning things about her otherwise.

He does the same thing Rika does in the show when seeing Will at where the Eggs are gotten and follows him home, trying to become friends with him, and not at all realizing how weird he’s being. He’s the 2nd one Will meets but is the first to actually befriend him

Momoe -> Vyncent ; Fighting for Mynerva’s revival

Vyncent and Mynerva are friends for a time before the start of everything. She was one of the only people he could actually connect with, coming from similar backgrounds with the same sorts of problems and so, especially with the constant struggle of other people describing Vyncent as some sort of monster for not completely looking human, Mynerva’s the only person Vyncent feels understands him. One day, Mynerva mentions to Vyncent maybe running away together, to go refind his mom, and Vyncent denies it. They get in a slight argument and soon after, Mynerva’s found dead. Vyncent blames himself and believes if he’d agreed that she’d still be there.

They properly meet when Will finds him crying and Vyncent asks what Will sees when he sees him, which Will replies with “Looks like a crying person?” and Vyncent is brought into the group quickly. He’s the last one to actually join the group

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someawesomeamvs · 3 months

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Warning: Flashing lights, potential spoilers, violence

Title: Unraveled

Editor: JazzsVids

Studio: Soul's Team

Song: Until I Grasp the Second

Artist: Mr. Meeble

Anime: Wonder Egg Priority, Akebi's Sailor Uniform

Category: Drama

#anime #amv #akebi's sailor uniform #wonder egg priority #akebi chan no sailor fuku #video #music #song #youtube #editing #[AMV] Unraveled #unraveled #jazzsvids #soul's team #until I grasp the second #mr. meeble #drama #Youtube

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animefeminist · 1 year

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Bayonetta 3 Validates Every Insecurity About My Life, Relationships, and Sexuality

Content Warning: Discussions of heteronormativity, violence against women, harassment campaigns, and anti-bodily autonomy sentiment

Spoilers for Bayonetta 3

It is a special kind of devastation when a series has such a catastrophic ending that previous, beloved parts of the work become difficult to return to. Today’s go-to example for this kind of eleventh hour collapse is the television series Game of Thrones, which dropped in quality so steadily that its Kubrick stare of a viewing experience can only be encapsulated by a meme of a horse drawing. Likewise in the world of anime, Wonder Egg Priority proved heart crushing when it turned out that, despite its promising start, the series wasn’t able handle topics like trauma and suicide with the level of nuance and care they merit.

Much to my dismay, we can now add the Bayonetta games to this list. Developed by Platinum Games with series creator Kamiya Hideki acting as a supervising director, Bayonetta 3 fundamentally misunderstands the themes of the previous games and gives its beloved lead a soul-crushing send off.

Bayonetta 3 turns the titular kink-positive and queer icon into the victim of some of the most frustrating heteronormative tropes that women can suffer under. Bayonetta, who has been embraced as an inspirational figure for the kinky, the rebellious, the femme, and the queer, is reduced to a waspy woman who had a wild streak before settling down. What really rubs salt into this wound of an ending is that I can see my own life following a similar arc to Bayonetta’s, and I hate how appealing it is to me. Between my feelings about the ending of the third game, the drama surrounding its production, and the series’ long-standing controversies, I just felt drained as I watched Bayonetta 3’s credits roll. Which sucks, because the previous two games left me feeling nothing but energized and wanting to be a bolder, braver version of myself.

Read it at Anime Feminist!

#bayonetta #bayonetta 3 #bayojeanne #bayoluka #bayonetta spoilers #articles

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rs-wonderland · 1 year

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Wonder egg priority reader X twst

WARNING: blood, dead people, spoilers for wonder egg priority.

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Alright soooooooo, what happend is that headmaster find you laying in your bed and your hand was bleeding. He was waken up by you and Grim screaming, after couple of minutes you were to find at the Night Raven's little hospital room. Headmaster ask you what happend, you tried to explain and lie. But when you saw that he wasn't buying your story, you told him the truth. He was in shock, the story about you tring to bring your dead friend back spread around the whole school guickly. Ace, Deuce and Grim were all around the same question. If your friend killed herself, then why do you want to bring her back? She did that to herself.... when you told them she was your first ever friend and that she was the special to you, they didn't know what to do. They all wanted to help you but they didn't know how. So all that they could do is told you to be carefull, to try not to get killed. When they saw your little familiar (talking about the little pet in the neckless) they couldn't understand how something so small and cute, could kill someone. Grim doesn't like him, he was only animal of the dorm! The first and the best! Not some little creature!

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When sometime past, and when you got to the final part of your journey... the same thing that happend to Momoe happend to you... The boys saw that you weren't in school, they come to check on you. The only thing they saw was Grim tring to comfort you and you crying. They all settel down and when they look at you, they saw you were terrified. You told them what happend, and you went to the bathroom...

After that day, you were happy that you saved your friend and the boys made you a promisse. Never, even are you guys gonna be talking about what happend when you saved your friend....

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x y/n #twisted wonderland x yuu #wonder egg priority #wonder egg priority x reader #wonder egg priority x y/n #wonder egg priority x you #wonder egg priority reader x twst

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perhaps-in-anotherdream · 2 years

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[CN] Victor’s Ranch Date (Eng Translation)

⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 牧场之约, that is yet to be released in the global server! ♡

It’s very important to read the PROLOGUE and the DIARY ENTRIES before the date. Remember to read them first! ♡

[Translation Under The Cut]

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✧ [PART 1] ✧

The awning overhead under the bus stop next to the ranch renders shade in the fervent summer sun.

I look at the time on my phone screen and can’t help but sigh.

MC: What’s taking him so long...

I set several alarms before going to bed last night, wanting to give Victor a “surprise,” who specifically reminded me not to oversleep.

As a result, I rushed to the bus stop where we planned to meet with my heart abounding in excitement, only to find that I’d arrived a full hour early.

Staring at the chat box, I debate whether or not to send Victor a message.

MC: No, nope, can’t! If I did so, there would be no point in getting up early today!

I release a gigantic yawn, my gaze wandering over the passing crowd in my surroundings.

Passerby: Darling, let’s go milk the cows first! That’s the ace of the items here!

I look around at the sound of the voice, watching the young men and women walking toward the gate of the ranch as they chat and laugh.

On the huge billboard at the entrance–– adorable cattle and sheep are roaming among the vast pastures, looking carefree and at ease.

My heart, which has grown somewhat restless from the wait, gradually settles down under the influence of the relaxing ambience.

I casually pick up the guidebook that’s placed by the bus stop and look at the tagline on the cover.

MC: “Experience close interactions with the animals to your heart’s liking, and enjoy a relaxing holiday that allows your heart to fly freely.”

I mumble to myself as I read through the guidebook, inwardly figuring out what items I want to experience with Victor today.

MC: …let me find that ace event… ah, here it is!

MC: “Taste the exclusive mellow reward with the milking challenge,”…it really seems that they weren’t wrong.

MC: Wow~ The ranch’s special offer, “Bunny Pasta,” looks so cute and delicious!

Each of the unique experiences offered by the ranch makes it difficult for me to choose as I’m constantly weighing the order of priorities.

Perhaps it’s the brain operating a brief “job,” or perhaps it’s the warm sunshine–– I find that my drowsiness has been set off.

I yawn again, though only ten minutes have passed.

MC: How about I shut my eyes for a little while…

With this thought, I close my eyes. The vision of a brilliant summer day appears in my mind as Victor brings out a chilled pudding from the kitchen.

MC: [eyes still closed] …it’s such a hot day. If only I could pull out a chilled pudding from my bag at any time.

?? (Victor): You’re the first person with the ability to “talk in sleep” while being awake.

A deep, low, helpless voice resounds in my ear, forming a wonderful overlap with the scene in my mind.

My eyes snap open–– the familiar figure standing in front of me just happens to screen off even the last beams of the blazing sun.

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✧ [PART 2] ✧

Seemingly because of my “sleep talking” just now, Victor brings me straight to the “Bunny Restaurant” after we walk into the ranch.

The not-so-big restaurant is decorated with a few tables, and the soft tablecloths are trimmed with various cute bunny prints.

Waiter: Soft-boiled eggs for two, and our signature dish, “Bunny Pasta.” The chilled pudding will be served at the end of the meal. Please enjoy.

The pasta on the plate is orchestrated in the silhouette of a rabbit, with carrots and broccoli embellishing the rather soulful features.

The steamy soft-boiled eggs sit on small rattan-woven trays, representing a rather ranch-like style.

MC: [to the eggs] Let’s start with you!

I reach for the steaming hot egg, but am captured in the air by another hand.

Victor: Not afraid of the heat?

MC: If I get burned, I will pinch the ears.

I speak in a serious manner. However, I still can’t resist the gaze Victor casts me; obediently take out a tissue and wrap the egg.

The heat travels down my fingertips. I subconsciously pinch the two corners, unexpectedly drawing out the shape of two cat ears.

MC: Pfft. Victor, don’t you think it looks cute?

Victor: Are you planning to pinch the egg’s “ears” if you get burned?

MC: I can also eat it and take revenge “for the burn.”

Victor: You’re quite vindictive.

MC: I call this fair and aboveboard “revenge.”

I lightly knock the egg twice on the edge of the table as I speak. The fine cracks spread irregularly across the eggshell, a familiar-looking pattern intruding into my line of sight.

MC: This pattern...

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A month ago, I was at Souvenir for Victor’s “new dish tasting session.”

As the sole tasting official, I’d availed myself of Victor going out to answer a call and treated myself with an extra pudding.

I snuck into the back kitchen with an absolutely empty plate and quietly cleaned it up.

MC: Why are they here? They shouldn’t be expired, right?

I picked up the eggs and sifted through them. The date of manufacture on them was the day before, so I guess Victor had left them here.

With this thought in mind, I opened the fridge door to return them to their original host when I unwittingly glanced at an inconspicuous pattern next to the date.

A chick half squatted in an eggshell, the simple lines were nifty and exquisite, and appeared to have been designed with care.

MC: What on earth is this chicken pattern for?

Victor: It’s a logo.

MC: !

I was given a scare by the sudden sound behind me, causing the egg in my hand to be tossed in midair.

In the next second, Victor caught it steadily, looking at me with a more roguish, playful look in his gaze.

Victor: Is this your new method of “blowing up the kitchen?”

MC: No, of course not. It’s cause you appeared out of nowhere and startled me.

Victor: What are you doing sneaking around here.

Victor: Staring at an egg in a daze?

MC: I-I was just here to wash my hands, that’s all. I cleaned all the dessert plates while I was at it!

Looking into those inquiring eyes, I hurriedly diverted the topic.

MC: The chick logo on this egg is so unique. Are those very special eggs?

Victor: Not really. It’s just that their manufacturing ranch doesn’t supply goods to the outside world. As a result, they can’t be seen on the market.

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This pattern… is the same as the one I’ve seen previously at Souvenir. As I recall this scene, I can’t help but be entranced.

Victor: Why are you staring blankly at the egg again?

MC: Where was the “again”…

Victor: It was the time when you ate a pudding on the sly, snuck into the back kitchen, and were discovered by me.

MC: D-Do you have any evidence!

Victor: Nope. But the glass of the external wall is transparent.

MC: …

After suddenly being struck by the tale of being caught in the act after a month’s time, I lower my head and peel the egg, knowing that I’m the one in the wrong.

Victor: Take this one.

Victor naturally puts his peeled egg into my palm and takes away the one I was peeling.

MC: So… is this the ranch you were talking about that doesn’t supply goods to the outside world?

Victor: Your mind’s turned quite speedily this time.

MC: In that case, let me make another reasonable speculation…

MC: Was LFG among the investors who supported the redevelopment of this town?

Victor doesn’t reply, just softly hooking the corners of his upward. The answer already needs no explanation.

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✧ [PART 3] ✧

[T/N]: Sorry, but the first section without any context is just–– skfksjzpwk my head went straight into the gutter LOL and HIS VOICE ACTING DOESN’T HELP!!! (//◎/o/◎//)

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After brunch, Victor and I enter the stall barn to experience the “milking challenge,” the one I’ve been looking forward to the most.

Staff Member: ...before milking, create distractions for the cows with food, then gently stroke their backs to build trust.

Staff Member: During the process, as long as you don’t pull too hard and apply the appropriate amount of pressure, it’ll be fine.

I lean on Victor and listen attentively to the staff’s explanation.

At the thought of doing it myself later, I can’t help being eager and squeezing my palms.

MC: How much is the “appropriate” amount of pressure?

Noticing my muttering, the staff member smiles and winks, pointing to Victor beside me.

Staff Member: Miss, you can try it out by squeezing your boyfriend. He will feel just a little amount of pain, that’s all.

I tentatively look at Victor as I conscientiously contemplate this suggestion.

My eyes travel from his fingertips to his forearms, to his shoulders, then to his chest and his slightly peeking out collarbones through his half-open neckline.

Finally, my gaze meets those ever-calm and deep eyes. Sure enough, he knits his brows into a frown.

Victor: What’s on your mind?

MC: No-nothing.

Victor laughs out loud, a little helplessly. He then inches a bit closer to me.

Victor: Squeeze anywhere you like.

Victor: However, there’s a condition.

MC: What’s the condition!

Victor: It’s confidential for the time being.

I pout, but lean over anyway, ready to seize this rare opportunity.

My gaze cruises along the tips of his slightly damp hair, and lands on the exposed half of his arm. I raise my hand and gently squeeze an inch of warm skin on his arm, exerting slight pressure.

MC: Is this force okay?

Victor: Too gentle.

MC: Ah, how about this?

Victor: [sexy gasp] …too strong.

MC: Then, I’ll change the position again.

Victor: [laughs helplessly] Do you think you’re kneading dough?

Though a little helplessness is evident in Victor’s tone, his eyes reveal a tinge of laughter. He takes my hand in a smooth motion and squeezes it twice in his palm before holding it firmly in his grip.

Victor: This is just right, got it?

Soon, we grab our tools and make our way to the fenced-off area on the outdoor lawn.

As I rest my upper body on the fence and enjoy the relaxed and contented “cow walk,” my eyes fix themselves on a pair of relatively docile-looking mother and child.

But unexpectedly, as soon as we walk into the enclosure, the little cow continues to make a low, vigilant “moo” sound.

MC: Why does the calf keep shouting? Is it afraid or…

Victor: Wait a moment first.

Victor pulls me behind him and takes two steps toward it. The little cow’s bellowing grows more and more high-pitched.

He creases his brows, as though he already knows what the problem is.

Victor: This should be a stress response. It’s afraid that we might hurt its mother.

Victor: A little appropriate appeasement will do.

MC: Soothing seems to be done with feeding it first, and then, what should we do?

Victor: Weren’t you quite engrossed when listening to the briefing?

MC: How can you remember if you only listen to it once…

I poke Victor’s arm with my finger, tossing a look of “I’ll leave this in your hands.”

Victor curls his fingers and taps me on the forehead, leaning down to lift the milk jar.

He places the milk jar in front of the calf and successfully attracts its attention. Then squatting down, he raises his hand to the calf’s back and strokes it gently.

Along with his action, the calf gradually quiets down, letting out a relaxed “moo” sound from time to time.

Looking at Victor exuding an air of such proficiency, I can’t resist poking fun.

MC: I didn’t expect CEO Victor to be so experienced in milking cows. Could it be that he’s learned this before?

Victor: I’m not like a dummy.

Victor: Once you’ve understood the demonstration, come over and give a hand.

He straightens up as he speaks, preparing to stand up. But at some point, the mama cow suddenly appears behind him.

MC: …Victor, behind you!

I open my mouth nervously, subconsciously freezing where I’m standing. Victor’s hand pauses in mid-air, still holding the posture of appeasing the calf.

In the next second, the mama cow’s curled tongue is licking at him as if thanking him for soothing the calf.

Victor smiles. As though thinking of something, an unbridled tenderness streams through his eyes.

I heave a sigh of relief, my footsteps immediately becoming relaxed. I promptly take the milk bucket, which Victor stuffs into my hand.

Victor: It’s time for a certain someone to go into the battle personally.

MC: I’d still like to ask “Teacher Victor” for more help!

I imitate Victor’s movements and squat down next to the cow, and the soft yet solid sensation unconsciously makes my hands shudder a little.

After a few very careful squeezes, there is not even a single drop of milk in the bucket.

MC: Victor, what should I do? Should I use a little more force?

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[T/N]: LOL this cracked me up, remembering his MC imitation of the same sentence hahaha 🤪

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Victor chuckles softly and slowly crouches down beside me.

He lifts his hand and covers the back of mine, softly nudging my knuckles twice. As the familiar warmth spreads along my palm, I tilt my head and look into his eyes.

Victor: You were panicking just now.

Victor: I don’t see you thinking this much when you’re pawing at me.

MC: That’s because the object is you. How can this be the same!

Victor: Remember the strength I used just now?

As he speaks, he clasps my five fingers with slight force, a little more, and a little more.

As I watch the pure white milk slowly fill the iron bucket, my heart also becomes wonderfully crammed and heavy.

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┈┈ ◍♡◍ ┈┈┈ ◍♡◍ ┈┈

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✧ [PART 4] ✧

By the time we come out of the stall barn, the color of the sky is already gradually turning dark.

The deep twilight tinges the distant pastures with a smear of crimson, and even our overlapping shadows become softer.

I take Victor’s phone and admire the photos he has taken during this time.

The kitten hiding in the cardboard box, the scenery of the streets, the restaurants he’s visited–– each of them corresponds to the “tasks” I assigned him.

MC: It seems that CEO Victor has completed his tasks properly.

MC: I actually thought you’d been so busy with work that you wouldn’t have the means to complete all these tasks.

Victor: Since I’d promised you, naturally, I’d fulfill it.

MC: I should have known to give you more tasks!

Victor: The vacation isn’t over yet. It’s still within the period of validity.

MC: In that case, I want to have caramel pudding tonight! The extra-large kind!

A soft laugh spills from Victor’s throat, as though he’s already guessed my childish desire long ago.

Victor: You can have whatever you want tonight.

MC: Then I’ll have the spicy crayfish, aromatic pan-fried steak, and better yet, some fried chicken!

Victor: You do know how to seize the opportunity.

Victor: Go on, what else do you want to do?

MC: I also want to decorate the dinner setting a little! After all, I’ve chosen a delicious bottle of red wine. So, of course, we have to complete the sense of ceremony.

MC: Consider it our celebration party~

Victor: What are we celebrating?

MC: Celebrating that… the both of us have completed all our tasks perfectly.

I take Victor’s to-do list, preparing to tick the last one–– “spend a wonderful vacation together with MC at the ranch.”

At this moment, the sudden “baa baa” sound drifting to my ears captures my attention. But when I look around, I find no sign of a sheep.

MC: Victor, wasn’t that the cry of a lamb just now? Or did I hear wrong?

Victor: You’re right. I heard it too.

MC: But there’s nothing around here.

Victor: A flock of sheep passed by not long ago, and a lamb may have wandered off and got lost.

MC: So, shall we look for it then!

Victor arches an eyebrow, displaying an expression that he’s already guessed my thoughts long ago. He takes my hand and walks down the slope towards the depths where the wildflowers are luxuriant.

MC: Baa baa, baa baa~

Lamb: Baa~

The sound of a lamb crying finally rings out again in the underbrush next to us. I hurriedly brush aside the sawdust and wildflowers, and a tiny black-and-white lamb emerges in front of us.

Seemingly wounded, its body shudders faintly, but it’s not afraid of strangers.

Victor bends down and cradles it up. The little lamb lies quietly in his arms, making a feeble “baa baa” sound.

Victor: [HOW CAN YOUR VOICE BE SO TENDER AKASKVKD] Its hind leg is injured, nothing serious.

I scan the surroundings to see if there’s anything I can find to help cheer it up. The blooming small, pure white flowers ineffably seem a little familiar on the endless field.

MC: I think I’ve seen this kind of flower in the guidebook… are they alfalfa flowers?

MC: This one is food for the lambs!

Victor: You really do have a good memory when it comes to food.

I smile mischievously, pluck an alfalfa flower and bring it to the lamb’s mouth. The lamb, which has been lowering its head till now, is instantly drawn to it.

MC: As soon as you’ve seen food, you’re in high spirits! There’s such a large area of alfalfa blossom here…

MC: Victor, do you think this little fella sneaked off wanting to eat at the buffet?

Victor: Is this also a resonance among the foodies?

MC: It’s a cross-species communication regarding delicious food!

Victor: Sophistry.

Victor hooks the corners of his lips upward in an evasive manner.

After he calls the staff, we sit together on the ground and wait for them to come over and pick up the lamb.

Enjoying the last smear of the indulgent sunset of the day, looking at the lamb resting comfortably in our arms, and this pastureland atmosphere, I can’t help but open my mouth.

MC: Victor, investing in small towns to help them restore their industry… it’s unlike the usual style of your business ventures.

Victor raises his eyebrow at me, wearing an engrossing expression.

Victor: What do you think I was supposed to do?

MC: Meticulous planning and earning money speedily.

Victor: Well, that’s exactly what it’s doing now too.

MC: But, this is also the supplier of Souvenir.

MC: You wouldn’t just stock causally at such an important place, right? There must be some special reason.

Victor: Take a guess.

MC: Can you at least give me a hint!

Victor: The answer lies in the places we have visited today.

I carefully search my mind for the memories of today, looking for anything “special” within this context.

My train of thought skims over every stretch of road from the bus stop, to the restaurant, to the ranch, until it finally rests at the milking scene.

MC: Is it the milking? Milk… could it be pudding! Is it the raw material for the pudding you make?

Victor: To be precise, it’s part of the material.

Victor: For the purpose of restoring an irreplaceable part of the memory to its original state.

His voice is light, and his entire being seems to have shed its sharpness and is enclosed in a soft layer of gentleness.

I recall the story he told me about learning how to make pudding. I suddenly realize what’s going on.

For a while, neither of us speaks. I follow his gaze into the distance as though I, too, can see that distant place wholly tinged with the colors of memories.

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[Tidbits]: MC is referring to Victor’s 5th Birthday ASMR, where he tells MC how his mom taught him to make “the most delicious” pudding in the world when he was a lil kid. And, today, if she knew just how much MC loves his pudding, she would be very happy~ 🥺❤️

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I lean on Victor’s shoulder, speaking in a half-joking manner.

MC: How about making some extra puddings for me tonight then?

Victor: Nope.

MC: Why! I’m exercising my right to continue mentioning tasks during this trip!

I poke his arm in feigned dissatisfaction, only to be caught by a hand in mid-air.

The only remnants of light scattered on the horizon reflect the premeditated smile hanging at the corners of his lips.

Victor: I’ll decide the menu for tonight.

Victor: This is the condition under which, earlier, you were allowed to run amok on me.

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[T/N 1.0]: Me sobbing at how not only MC cherished the taste of his pudding for 17 years, even though she couldn’t remember his face, but she also tried her best to replicate that flavor, possibly so that boy in her memory would still be with her! Throwback to 泽言哥哥!!! 😭

[T/N 2.0]: VICTOR!!! I can’t with the depth this man’s love!!! This reminds me how–– because his mom took him to that designer’s exhibition as a kid and said she really liked the “Heart Of Eternity” earrings–– many years later when he’d become his own person and had the ability to do so, he purchased and donated those earrings to the museum– (Dazzling Date + Only Tonight MQ).

[T/N 3.0]: Not to mention how he suffered and carried the burdens of travelling through time and space for his mom too, as a kid (R&S Fleeting)🥲 And adding to that the emails his mom left for him and how he still calls her number to let her know about the minutes of his life HHNNGGGNNN AND NOW THIS!!! Zero was right and truer words have never been spoken!!!😭