#( translation: eepy )

[jujumin-translates]

[A3!] Event | Devil Maid’s Holiday | Episode 1

Sakuya: …

Sakuya: (I’m gonna do some etude practice once I get home today, and then I’ll read the rest of that play I borrowed from the library…)

Izumi: Sakuya-kun?

Sakuya: …Ah, Director!

Izumi: What a coincidence. Are you on your way back from your part-time job?

Sakuya: Yeah! Are you out shopping?

Izumi: I am. I was just about to go to the supermarket to get some ingredients for dinner.

Sakuya: Then I’ll help you carry things!

Izumi: Are you sure? You’re just coming back from your part-time job, aren’t you tired, Sakuya-kun?

Sakuya: I feel totally fine! Let’s go.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Sakuya: These ghost-shaped chocolates are pretty cute. And this is a… candy box?

Izumi: With Halloween coming up, there sure have been a lot of recipes using pumpkins going around lately. And there are lots of decorations and candies being sold too.

Sakuya: Right, Halloween…!

Izumi: We need to start getting ready for the Halloween party too.

Sakuya: Right. I can’t wait for it this year either.

Izumi: Anyway, we need to finish today’s shopping first. To start, I need to get some pumpkins and… Right, some milk too.

Sakuya: I’ll go grab the milk then.

Izumi: Thanks, sounds good.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Door opens*

Izumi: We’re back.

Sakuya: We’re home.

Yuki: Ah, you’re finally here. Welcome back. Director, can I talk to you for a second?

Izumi: Hm? What’s up?

Yuki: Well, I want to talk to you about something, but…

Sakuya: Ah, sorry, if there’s something you want to talk about, I can leave! I’ll get out of your way right away…

Yuki: Do whatever you want. It’s not like I care if you hear. And don’t you need to go put the things you bought in the fridge?

Sakuya: R-Right.

Sakuya: Okay, I’ll go and put the vegetables away then.

Izumi: Thanks, I’d really appreciate that.

Izumi: …Alright, what is it that you wanted to talk about then, Yuki-kun?

Yuki: Remember how I was allowed to sell my costumes on consignment at a specific clothing store one time?

Izumi: Of course. All the clothes were so cute that they sold out almost instantly. How could I forget that?

Yuki: I just got a personal request to create some costumes for someone who bought some of the clothes I made back then.

Izumi: You did!?

Yuki: That’s why I was waiting for you to get back. I wanted to talk to you about it just in case. Do you think I should try doing it?

Izumi: If someone went out of their way to request you specifically, and it doesn’t affect your schoolwork or your work within the company, I think you should do it, Yuki-kun.

Izumi: I’m sure it'll be good for you, and it might come full circle and be good for MANKAI Company too.

Izumi: And luckily, you’ve still got some time before Winter Troupe starts their performance. So I’m sure you’ll be able to pull it off.

Yuki: Thanks. …Alright, I’ll take on the challenge then.

Sakuya: That’s incredible, Yuki-kun!

Sakuya: Ah, sorry… I kinda ended up listening in on the entire thing. I was just so curious…

Yuki: It’s not like I really care. I literally told you that you could stay.

Sakuya: By the way, what kinda costumes is the person asking you to make?

Yuki: They said they wanted costumes for idols to wear for a big Halloween event.

Izumi: Idols? Are you talking about…?

Izumi: Isn’t there that idol group who formed a troupe to enter the Fleur Cup?

Izumi: I think I saw something on social media the other day about a couple of groups performing at a big Halloween event.

Yuki: Really?

Izumi: I only sort of glanced at it, so I’m not entirely sure, but.

Yuki: Hmm…

Yuki: Anyway, they said they wanted me to make just one outfit first, and then they’ll ask me to make more depending on how that one turns out, so I guess I’ll just get started on making one right away.

Izumi: Gotcha, good luck!

Sakuya: I’ll be supporting you too!

[ Next Part ⇢ ]

[empyreansentinel]

making myself sick thinking abt them spending most of their lives angry at each other on opposite sides of the galaxy.

[nightmarereverie]

月もたまには眠りたい

[le-agent-egg]

these are so bad but it’s like 11:30 and i’ve never done a sprite edit before fuck off

[rat-rosemary]

If Dream came to Brasil he would be nicknamed as Soninho actually. You cannot change mind

[hostradio]

❝  ...  ❞   he's  staring  at  his  untouched  cup  of  coffee,  eyes  unfocused  —  idly  tracing  the  wisps  of  steam  as  they  rise  from  its  contents.  (  tired.  it  seems  he's  burnt  more  midnight  oil  than  he  has  to  spare.  )  there  are  days  wherein  alastor  wonders  whether  eating  the  beans  whole  would  be  more  efficient  —  and  make  no  mistake,  he  DOES  strive  to  maintain  a  degree  of  dignity  in  this  pit  so  otherwise  devoid  of  it,  but  it  would  be  a  lie  to  say  there  aren't  days  where  he's  sorely  tempted.

a  faint  bleat,  and  his  face  is  sinking  into  the  palm  of  his  hand.

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

alright! Time for a writing compliment! Took a bit cause I wanted to reread the latest chapter of BDOR first so I could be accurate.

I absolutely love the interaction you’ve got going between Wild and Twilight in this chapter. The light hearted banter (which seems to be referring back to unrevealed events in the prolog) are absolutely hilarious. But what really makes it so funny is the fact that even Legend starts cracking up. The fact that everyone else is just absolutely confused but legend catches enough to know what Wild says makes it comedy gold. Well, that and Wild’s particularly chosen threat regarding the wolf😉 it evokes quite the amusing image

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[citrusitonit]

bc @v-anrouge wants to be all domestic with thw qeird little bob man 😕😕😕, also @flqyd-is-lost so u can enjoy domestic life with bob man hunt rook. Warning: Rook

when you wake up, the first thing that greets you is the warmth of the sunlight rays seeping in the cracks of your window.

You yawn, stretching against the sheets.

A few joints pop, and you relax again, sighing contentedly. Your hand blindly reaches over to your side, patting at the empty space.

Oh?

You crack an eye open, bleary eyes blinking as you sat up. Where did he go?

You're confused, but not panicked. Your husband was quite peculiar, after all, and often did disappeared from time to time. Though, he'd always come back at the end of the day, full of love and stories to tell. (You feel yourself smile at the reminiscence.)

'But enough of that,' you think to yourself, rubbing your eyes awake. 'It's still morning, maybe he hasn't gone far yet.'

The shuffling of sheets resound throughout the bedroom, as you groggily get out of bed. Lazily, you fumble on some slippers as you trudge through the door.

Entering the living room, you're hit with a delicious scent wafting through the air. The sound of something boiling catches your attention, and you perk up at the sight of your lover's back by the counter.

You grin to yourself, silently sneaking up behind the blond.

As you reach him, your arms slip around his waist, and you press a gentle kiss on his shoulder.

"G'morning, Rook." you mumble into his skin, peppering soft kisses across his neck.

Rook just chuckles, leaning into your touch. "Ma chérie~" he mutters back, pressing a loving peck on your cheek. "You're up early." he comments.

"I was wondering where you went," you mutter, nuzzling into neck, "but now I know you're cooking up something delicious."

Rook only hums, using the ladle to scoop up a spoonful, and blowing on it gently before lifting it up to your lips.

"What do you think, Chère?" he asks, as you take a small sip from the ladle.

"It tastes good. What is it?" you ask curiously, chin resting on his neck to peek at the stove. Rook chuckles, lowering the ladle and continuing to stir the pot.

"Ce n'est qu'une soupe aux champignons." he casually answers, taking a small taste himself, before nodding contentedly.

A giggle escapes you, the delightful sound makes Rook smile. "You know I can't understand you, hon." you mumble, pressing another soft kiss on his jawline.

"Just mushroom soup, ma chérie." he clarifies, humming.

You hum with him, swaying along to the familiar tune. Rook chuckles, swaying in your hold.

"Not now, mon amour. I'm cooking." he huffs out with a smile, pressing another soft kiss on your cheek. You pout slightly, but stop swaying, giggling.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop," you relent, laughing heartily, giving him a quick peck on his nape.

Rook laughs along, and you sneakily intertwine your hand to his free one.

He squeezes your hand affectionately, and you can't but feel like you're falling for him all over again.

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC Lucien's Through Thousands of Mirrors event translation (Day 6 - Tuesday)

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT ⚠️

This post contains a HEAVY SPOILER for the event that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

Through Thousands of Mirrors Event | Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 (You're here!) | Day 7 | HS/Uni SSR Story: Monochrome Scenery

special thanks to @/ivioivioivi and @/endless-season for providing some insight and helping me translating this one 🫶

-

[MATH]

Even Lucien occasionally struggles to get out of bed in the morning after compressing too much sleep time.

Especially on rainy, overcast days with gloomy lighting.

On mornings like this, rather than going to class, shouldn't he stay snugly under the cover and entertain himself by reading a few interesting research papers?

-

[MATH/BIOCHEMISTRY]

To be honest, these mathematical concepts are a bit too basic for Lucien.

However, the logic and beauty he experiences from mathematics still make him choose to follow the professor's lectures, revisit the interconnected logic and the joy of establishing inference.

-

[BIOCHEMISTRY]

The weather and scenery are particularly nice in autumn.

The sentiment isn't limited to the students, even the biochemistry professor teaching the class thinks the same way.

The professor, who has a touch of romanticism, watches as another autumn leaf falls, and then suggests that everyone take their textbooks. He declares that the remainder of the class will be conducted outdoors.

-

[PREVIEW/COMPUTER SCIENCE]

Lucien, who is prepping in the library, looks at the stack of books next to him that almost toppling over, and begins to contemplate that he should perhaps minor in architecture.

After all, the notion of book piles collapsing and causing accidents sounds quite dangerous.

Especially when the books around him are getting higher and higher.

-

[COMPUTER SCIENCE]

Software knowledge is inevitably required in experiments.

Hence, it is essential to study some programming-related courses for future research purposes.

Lucien diligently takes notes, absorbed in the ocean of code.

And then he reflects that there's more than one ocean in the world; shallowly dipping into this one for a brief taste will suffice, while the ocean of neuroscience next door is more suitable for deep dives and exploration.

-

[BIOMED-LAB]

Cultivating cells requires extreme care and meticulousness.

Any tiny mistake could cause all kinds of issues such as contamination.

The other students stare at Lucien’s pretty much perfect substrate with admiration and come up to ask for tips.

What tips? It’s just that back in the days when he was at BS’ labs, he'd been through this process where anything he tried to raise or cultivate eventually died*, that's all.

[*: This is a bit hard to translate, it is something like; whatever you raise, it will eventually die, it can be by accident or purpose.]

[...Probably in his eyes back then, life is just so fragile. There are no tips, just try your best to survive. Not exactly nihilism, just the reality he used to see 🫠]

[Anything might refer to cells, plants, lab animals, and... well, anything. There's no limit of ethics in BS labs.]

-

[BIOMED-LAB]

On the way to the laboratory, Lucien notices that there is another long queue forming at the doughnut shop on the street corner.

From the perspective of quickly replenishing sugar, he thought maybe he should add a side dish to his lunch.

But considering the queue length... the cafeteria's burgers are more efficient.

-

[LAB]

With a few hours of rare free time, Lucien decides to attend the film screening event currently being held at the school.

The student besides him quietly complains about how to write an analytical paper on such a popular movie, and Lucien feels a bit lucky to be just an ordinary audience member.

[A bit amusing how he ended up to be program consultant who does more than analyze movies content so he can provide some insight and knowledge for MC's program haha🤣]

[cowboypossume]

im getting crazy de ja vu like ive already told u this but my world has yet again been rocked

I HAVE A FRIEND WHO WAS SNUFKIN FOR HALLOWEEN WTF BRO HE IS LIVING MY DREAMS

and we are both tumblrinas who now follow each other but its ok bc i think were both a lil unhinged :’)

the way i read this and thought 'huh' and still didnt understand

[tr1cerat0ps]

:33 ›› re-makIng nd th3m3Ing thIs profIl3 Is so tIrIng ,, thInk Imma go 33py now .. 💤

:33 ›› I hav3 jjust sooo mannyyy thIngs to do ,, from makIng n3w posts to mak3 stuff ..

[aweisz]

✌️😭💥 <- had an Idea for a Drawing

[multiicolor]

NEIGH!!!

BADAAAAAAAAAAA, cat horse thing

[rigels-nigels]

I think Lacrimosa is something that could be so knives core

[styrofoam-box]

glass

(click for better quality + slightly brighter colors) (sobbing)

[futureboy-caseyjones]

Despite what he expected they just tossed him back in his cell.

*He stumbled forward after being shoved inside and whips around to glare at them*

*He hadn't heard the door shut yet it was closed he couldn't even see them walking away through the window*

*He walks to his corner and taps the wall. He doesn't get a response*

*Weird. Was she out?*

*Casey sits up and taps again* .- .-. . / -.-- --- ..- / --- -.- .- -.-- ..--..

Nothing. Maybe she was gone. Would they bring her back?

*Casey sighs. Rubbing his hands over his pants, he'll just wait*

*Time drags sluggishly and some some point he started pacing*

*He doesn't remember the labs being this quiet. He could probably hear a pin drop if he tried*

*Casey picks at his nails as his picks up speed walking it a wider circle, this leads to him tripping over his bed*

*He stumbles of course but catches himself and rolls into a defensive position, whipping around to see what caused it with the hairs on the back of his neck raise*

*He realizes he's gripping air and drops the stance glancing at the metal corner is differently leaving a bruise*

*Casey sighs in defeat then moves to pout grumble in the corner when a sliver of light catches his eyes*

*He follows the string of light to the door which was the tiniest bit ajar*

*Casey creeps over to the door and peeks through the checks he carefully pries out the door*

*He sighs a breath of relief when the alarms don't go off*

*Casey steps out the room and quickly looks around, taking a breath he didn't know he needed*

Okay... first I should find my cell neighbor and if she's not there.. I can break out, get help and come for her

*He nods to himself*