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[izzyizumi]

Digimon Adventure 02 ~ Japanese Version ~ Episode 40 + 2001 Chosen (+Timeline Notes) / Lore + Daisuke Motomiya + U.S. Chosen Child Michael (& Mimi Tachikawa)

"By the way, what are the other American Chosen like? Are they Chosen from 2001, like you?" - Daisuke

"Some are from 2001, and some aren't. I've met some but not others." - Michael, pleasantly

"I see... I want to meet them soon!" - Daisuke, happily "Yeah!" - Vmon, agreeing cheerfully

"{You'll meet them in a bit.}" - Mimi, cheerily

{Note: In this scene, as it was from the "02" series made in and released around 2000~2001, Daisuke is specifically referring to the team of Chosen Children consisting of characters: Sam {"Phil" in U.S. dub to prevent confusion with "Sam Ichijouji" who was originally named "Osamu";} & Flare Lizamon, Maria and Centalmon, Lou and Tortamon, Steve and Yukidarumon {Frigimon in U.S. Dub}, and Tatum and Airdramon, that appeared within this episode.}

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Katekyō Hitman Reborn! + Ep. #180 ~ Yamamoto & Tsuna {YamaTsuna} / 8027 + Moments & Interactions + Important Dialogues {Anime Ver.} + Character Development Parallels - Tsuna's Character Development{s}

"I put unnecessary 'Pressure' on you without realizing it..." - Tsuna, Initially

{"...I want you to stop."} - Tsuna, Later

Happy belated Birthday, Yamamoto! {Apr. 24th}

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More Hybrid!Poly TF141 x Reader pleaaasseeeee? 🥹

(ps, love your writing!)

OwlHybrid!Poly TF141 X Reader

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Thank you for reading. You're all so sweet for the support! I'm negl. I didn't expect people to read it, haha. I'm so shocked by the love.

Thankyou @bina-passion-fruit for the morning after idea! See her reblog of the first part for the gist. And please feel free to send in scenarios you could see these birbs end up in!

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The next day IS tense. The atmosphere has never been this suffocating.

Not in their own home.

Gaz sits curled up in Johnny's frame at the breakfast nook, head resting on the older mans shoulder, a deep frown setting into his face. His eyes are crusted a little, nose still deep red and cheeks puffy. He looks thoroughly exhausted, like he hasn't slept.

They all do.

Johnny has a cuppa sitting untouched. It's luke warm by now, but he can't bring himself to drink it. Face mirroring Gaz's, glaring down at the coffee like it has personally offended him. Every couple minutes, he huffs deeply, eyes darting away from the cup to glance around as if in thought, but he inevitably ends up gazing lost into his cup again.

Price and Simon are at the stove and counter. Quietly discussing things that need to be done for the day. There's lulls of silence in their convos, moments where their minds wander to the dove sleeping down the hall. Price feels guilt eating him alive. He's hunched a bit, chin tucked down in a clear sign of forlorn. Simon continues to run a hand up his spine soothingly, pressing closer to offer as much comfort as he can. But he can't deny the stabs of agony he, himself, feels.

It's raw. It sucks.

And Simon feels so fucking lost in this moment. He wants to gather all his mates in his arms (even you) and shush, coo, and coddle until there's nothing but purrs, chirps, and preened content lovers piled into a nest. He wants to scent you and rub you in their things to let you know you're safe and cared for now. He sees the trauma, the fear when Johnny reached for you. The self soothing you do by rubbing your arms.

He sees you. And in doing so, he sees himself. A scared fledgling unsure of the world, burned and bitten, spat upon by those who swore to love them.

Someone hurt you.

Tore at your feathers until you were too scared to take flight. And if Ghost ever gets a name he'd tear the motherfuckers wings from their spine.

The pitter patter of footsteps approaching the kitchen lifted them from their haze, four pairs of eyes snapping to you as you sleepily shuffled in. You wore a simple oversized t shirt and sweatpants to bed, hair rumpled from sleep, eyes and cheeks red and puffy from sleep. They can see the tear streaks dried from last night and it breaks their heart all over again.

Price makes the first move, taking a small step towards you with a plate held out. Buttered toast, sizzling eggs, and red srawberries sit on top.

"G'mornin' sweetheart, hope you slept well. 'Ve cooked some breakfast. There's coffee in the pot. Help yourself." Soft eyes gaze down at you. He's hunched inwards a little, head tilted down and the sweetest smile gracing his face. You feel very flustered, keenly aware of the 3 other sets of eyes intently watching.

Taking a deep breath, you offer a half smile, grasping the plate with slightly shaky hands.

"Uhm..t-thankyou, sir"

"John."

Wide doe eyes peer up at him, shock clear on your face. He feels his lips quirk at the sight.

"My mates call me John. Not sir. We're equal here, okay? You call me by my name." When his hand reaches out, you don't swat it away this time, only watching in marvel as he tucks hair behind your ears, crows feet aligning his kind eyes.

Taking a shaky breath, a soft, geniune smile spreads across your face, eyes darting to your feet and back up as you turn to the table. Johnny and Gaz are staring right at you, wings perked up. Gaz is quickest to his feet, pulling out a chair, a handsome grin settling on face. Pretty boy, you muse to yourself. Sitting down with a grateful smile and a hushed thankyou.

A hand reaches past your shoulder, jarring and unexpected. You whip your head up to see Simon offering a placate smile down at you, other palm face up to soothe. You tilt your head owlishly, blinking at him. It causes the older mans lips to quirk up on one side, brown eyes softening as he gazes down at you. He nods his head towards the table, and upon looking back to your plate, you realize he sat down a fork...oh.

Tears welled in your eyes, and a sniffle broke through. Simon's eyes widened a fraction, quickly backing away with both his hands raised, palm up.

"'M sorry luvie, didn't mean t'startle you."

It was sincere, filled with guilt. A small sob breaks past your lips. Johnny whines high in his throat, reaching out for your hand across the table, only to stop short, unsure if you'd appreciate the contact. His lips are once again pulled down, eyes saddened.

"Bonnie?..." Murmured so quietly into the air, the boys hold their breath, pulling their wings in to appear smaller. You wipe at your face again, sniffling, eyes glossy and cheeks rosy. And when you finally lifted your head, the last thing they expected was to see the brightest grin painted across your face, pure happiness shining, tear streaks lined with joy.

"No one's ever been so kind to me...thankyou. All of you."

Oh, dove, you haven't seen anything yet.

[bitchimasnake-sss]

hello oml i luv ur writing, i’m feeling kind of angsty tonight so i wanted to request a monster trio and fem reader where they get caught cheating and then like beg for her (love when men beg!) but the reader doesn’t take them back >:0

it's the way i know these men will never cheat so i had such a hard fucking time writing this out (hence its trash) but ask and it shall be delivered (can you tell im a people pkeaser? yes or yes?)

also, so sorry it took me forever to write this out!!!

"i wish i never met you" ft. the monster trio!

ft. luffy, zoro, sanji x fem!reader

set-up: angst, thats it thankyou (thanks to anon for the idea!!)

warnings: i tried writing angst (and miserably failed), 'nuff said; also loads and loads of cursing im sorry (also couldn't write anything for sanji im so sorry)

luffy:

- "luffy?" your voice comes out as a meek whisper, blending into the night air as you see your boyfriend kissing another woman's neck in the middle of the bar - to be fair, you were on a break. you had asked him for some space but that was less than 24 hours ago and now you saw the captain of your crew entertaining a woman in his lap - "yn?" his eyes dart over to you and there's heavy guilt in his voice but you're turning away, walking away from the man you had come to win back he's running after you, his hands outstretched to catch you in your stride - "yn" he says again as he turns you to face him - a faint humming and thumping ran rampant against your cranium, visioning blurring, throat constricting till every breath felt like concrete against your burning chest - he looked guilty. the usually happy-go-lucky man seemed as though he was about to fall apart. his eyes were wide, laced with vague uncertainty and fear; his voice trembled, words faltering at the tip of his tongue as if a cursed melody - "i cannot believe you, luffy" your voice kissed your ears in a tremble as you're surprised that you can still speak, "fuck, i mean i thought you fucking loved me?" "it's not what- i do. i do, i love you." he sucks in a breath, eyes closing with great strain, "yn, its not. it's ussop, he suggested-" - ussop "suggested"???? "are you for real?" you scoff and feel the soft tears cascade down your cheeks, "ussop said shit and you decided to go fuck some random fucking woman?" - you're turning your back at him again but he pulls you towards him till your face is against his chest and his fingers interweave with your hair; you shouldn't like this. you shouldn't relish in his familiar warmth and smell and you shouldn't want to hug him when he presses a chaste kiss against your temple. you shouldn't listen to him when he says "trust me, i love you so much please" - he cheated on you, godfuckingdammit. - and he saw no problems with it till you showed up and caught him in his little fucking act. - he doesn't get to cheat on you a day after you guys went on break and then fucking have the audacity to hold you close to him as if the blood wasn't on his hands, as if he wasn't the one ruining it all. - as if he wasn't the one planning to fuck a woman tonight and return to your warm embrace tomorrow as if it never happened. - "let me go" your voice was eerily calm against his futile apologies "what? yn, no, it was a kiss i promise just one fucking ki-" "luffy, let go." - so he did - your vision blurred, your breath hitched and you walked away. you walked away from arms that had been your home on cold mornings, from eyes that traced over your face with love, from that faint smell of coconuts and a bright smile. - how can you be homesick when he was the one who wrecked it all? - but he let you go, so, you walked away.

zoro:

- somehow, you saw it all play out and now here you were, looking like the fool - fuck, how naïve were you? didn't you notice it when his touches became faint, his hands only finding yours if he had to fuck out some frustrations; his smiles became a rare occurrence. didn't you notice when he relied more on a bottle of sake than you? so fucking naïve. - you couldn't stand this party. all your friends were busy mingling with the other pirate fleet and your boyfriend had disappeared an hour into this stupid event (maybe he was passed out somewhere after drinking too much), so what were you to do except escaping into your room and spending the night away all alone? - but you could hear moaning from outside the door, faint screeches and curses. but most importantly, you could hear your own boyfriend's voice repeating the same phrases so sacred to you - opening the door with the key you had, you walked into the scene - the blood rushed into your ear and suddenly every little jolt of the sunny made you feel like you would throw up. the world swayed under your feet as you took in the tangle of limbs that lay in front of you - "zo? zoro?" "yn- fuck, what the fuck" he was frozen, the other woman covering herself in your sheets, snuggling against your boyfriend in your room. - you were gonna be fucking sick. - "yn, what are you- doing here, i-" his voice trembled, eyes darting between you and the floor, avoiding your scorching gaze. - "are you fucking kidding me?" to your surprise, a small laugh escaped you despite the shock and the dew clinging onto your lashline. you repeated, as if unaware you had already spoken once, "you have to be fuckin' kidding me, fucking christ zoro." "i can expain, ple-" he got off the bed, putting on his pants and the other woman used the opportunity to pick up her dress and slip out "explain? explain to me how you fucked that woman?" you seethed, the words lingering on your tongue like a bitter aftertaste. - his hands over his eyes, he paced around, "yn just lis-" "no fucking go ahead." the tear streaks glided past your cheek, burning as they dripped off your chin and onto the hardware flooring, "explain to me how you fucked her, did you do it the same way you fuck me? was it good? did she-" - his tone shifted, as if resentment deep within boiled to the surface, "why do you fucking care now? huh?" "why dO I CARE? ZORO CAN YOU HEAR YOURSELF? YOU FUCKED ANOTHER WOMAN RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME AND-" "AND WHAT?" his voice softened when you flinched at the sudden high tone, "and fucking what yn? i've been nothing but fucking miserable and you could barely notice" "I DID NOTICE. I DID FUCKING NOTICE AND WH-what- i tried everything. i tried to make you happy but you being miserable was enough reason for you to ch- fucking cheat on me?" your voice trembled, tears pouring down and chest heaving. - as if the gravity of the situation weighed in on his all at once, his face contorted till all he could display was sheer, stark guilt "i- fuck" he took a step towards you, arm outstretched as if to pull you towards him - but you took a step back - "yn" he whispered, "i dont know why i- fuck, why did i fucking do that? im sorry, listen to me im sorry-" "you're sorry?" you scoffed, "take that sorry and shove it up your fucking ass" - with that, you were gone. finding yourself back at the party, gulping down pint after pint of booze till you woke up with a hammering headache and a pair of foreign arms wrapped around your torso - and when you turned to look at it, you missed the familiar green locks of hair - but fuck roronoa zoro, right?

sanji:

- im so so so so so sorry but i cannot write anything for this man. if he's with you, he's down bad.

[mj-iza-writer]

Whumptober Day 19

Blood Trail - Abandoned Cabin - One way Out - "Is there anybody alive out there?" (Bruce Springsteen, Radio Nowhere)

Alternative: Shivering

Whumper could smell breakfast cooking as they made their way into the kitchen.

Whumpee huddled close to the gas stove as they flipped the eggs.

Whumper studied them for a few seconds before Whumpee looked at them.

"Please tell me you're not sick", Whumper sighed, knowing they had just gotten over a cold last week.

"I don't think so... just really cold", Whumper held their hand close to the flame, "I hope you're okay with a hot breakfast."

"Sounds good to me", Whumper nodded.

Whumper was handed a cup of coffee.

"Let me feel your hands again", Whumper frowned when they felt Whumpee's knuckle brush against them.

"You're ice cold", Whumper squeezed Whumpee's hand.

Whumpee shivered a little, "yes Master, I know."

"Go ahead and get some warmer clothes on" Whumper looked over them, "no wonder your cold, walking around in a short sleeve shirt and shorts. You're not even wearing socks."

Whumpee nodded. They didn't want to tell Whumper that they had already checked earlier. They didn't have anything.

After breakfast was served, Whumpee went up to the closet that Whumper set aside for them to stay in. The house was a one bedroom, so that was the best Whumper could do.

"It's a walk-in, so you should have plenty of space, and a mattress fits in here", Whumper sighed when they explained the situation to their newly kidnapped slave, "I figure you would like a little privacy."

Whumpee thought back to those early days. They didn't fight to get away from their kidnapper. They were a little too scared to be defiant. Whumper was fairly kind to them. The rules were easy to follow, and punishments were possible but rarely came.

"Taking a long time to find warmer clothing", Whumper leaned into the closet and saw Whumpee pulling things out of the tote their clothes were stored in.

"I uhm, don't have any.... warmer... clothes", Whumpee looked up at them nervously.

Whumper frowned, "you don't?"

"No Master, I think they were thrown away.", Whumpee looked longingly at their blanket, "I have a hoodie", Whumpee held up the item.

"That will not keep you warm though", Whumper looked at it and saw the holes, "I think I remember throwing away some things this past summer because of how old they were. I guess you are getting some new clothes."

"Wait really?", Whumpee looked at them questioningly.

Whumper nodded, "after breakfast we'll go through and see what else you need. Do you at least have socks?"

"I do, but a lot of them have holes", Whumpee lifted their feet to show.

"I have a feeling this will be an expensive trip", Whumper frowned at the holes on the bottom of Whumpee's feet, "I guess that's what I get for keeping you here. You deserve some new clothes though."

"Thankyou Master", Whumpee smiled weakly.

Whumpee followed Whumper around the clothing section.

Whumper read through their list.

"You needed everything.... even underwear", Whumper frowned, "I can't believe I've been so neglectful of you while you've done so good to take care of me."

Whumpee felt a little overwhelmed at the selections. They held on tightly to the cart.

"We will, of course, get the essentials. If you see something you like, we can get a few pieces you pick", Whumper continued without noticing Whumpee.

Whumpee took a deep breath before nodding.

"You doing alright?", Whumper noticed the silence finally.

"There is a lot here. Lots of colors and people", Whumpee whispered.

"I'm sorry, you haven't been out for a while. It's probably a bit overwhelming", Whumper led them to a corner, "let's start here. You can get acclimated in a smaller space. When you feel comfortable we can move on."

Whumpee nodded again.

A few things were now in the cart... all picked by Whumper.

"Are you going to pick anything out", Whumper eyed Whumpee as they went to another part of the clothing department.

"I picked out the pants" Whumpee whispered.

"You picked the color. I already knew you wanted the black pair, but I was trying to get you to answer", Whumper looked at a sweater for themself.

"I'm sorry, I forgot how busy stores were", Whumpee fidgetted with their fingers.

Whumper nodded, "I guess you need to get out more."

Whumper led Whumpee to a section of the store for groceries. They wanted to give Whumpee a little break from the clothes.

Whumpee stumbled a little beside the cart when they stared at something for too long.

"Careful Whumpee", Whumper grinned at some passer bys.

"Sorry", Whumpee sighed.

Whumpee glanced back a few times before they rounded a corner.

Whumpee was a little more helpful in the groceries. Dinners were planned so Whumpee could grab the ingredients needed.

Whumper led them back to the clothes after a few snacks were grabbed.

They walked past the spot Whumpee had been staring at earlier.

Whumper saw it this time. Whumpee had a small grin on their face.

"You see something you like", Whumper chuckled, "finally."

"No Master", Whumpee shook their head nervously.

Whumper looked around, "Shh, don't call me that here", they whispered. "I know that face. You made the same one when I said you could get your chips. What did you see?"

Whumpee blushed.

"Come on, show me", Whumper pressed.

Whumpee turned and awkwardly shuffled back to what they were looking at.

Whumper followed curiously.

Whumpee looked down and pointed at a rack full of slippers.

"Oh, you want some slippers. That's fine. Which ones?", Whumper smiled.

"Uhm, these ones... mas... uh", Whumpee looked at them nervously.

Whumper took a closer look at what Whumpee was embarrassed about. A giant smirk now on their face.

"Oh, I see", Whumper chuckled.

Whumpee had chosen slippers that looked like bear paws. Complete with leathery claws.

"Yes, those will be cute. This is the only thing you've actually picked out today for clothes, so that tells me that you really like them", Whumper took one from the hook, "you can get them."

"Really?", Whumpee looked at them questioningly.

"Yes", Whumper nodded, "let's find your size."

Whumper laughed when they glanced over at Whumpee as they drove home.

Whumpee sat in the passenger seat and cuddled the bag that held the slippers.

Whumpee looked at Whumper nervously.

"You're okay, just being adorable", Whumper grinned.

"Thankyou for the slippers master... I'm really excited to wear them", Whumpee smiled.

Whumper nodded, "we're almost home, so you won't have to wait much longer."

Whumper had a few tasks to do before dinner, so Whumpee went through the clothes on their own and was in the middle of washing the laundry.

Whumper peaked into the laundry room and watched Whumpee as they clicked their slippers together excitedly.

They turned and nervously backed away when they saw Whumper.

"Sorry Master, just doing my chores. I got a little sidetracked", Whumpee whispered, "I really like these."

"I'm glad you are enjoying them. You are washing everything now?", Whumper looked past Whumpee at a pile.

"Yes Master, I decided to do all of the laundry so it would get done", Whumpee sighed, "you shouldn't have bought all of these things for me though. I didn't deserve it all. Even... even these slippers master. I shouldn't have shown a want like that."

"Whumpee", Whumper straightened, "you do a lot around here. You put up with a lot around here too. Since when have I said anything against you having wants and desires", Whumper stepped closer to Whumpee, "you wanted the slippers right? They make you happy?"

"Y-yes master", Whumpee nodded.

"Are they keeping you warm? This morning I found huddled against the stove to get warm. You did indeed need these warmer clothes. You might be my slave, but I do want to take care of you."

Whumpee quickly wiped away a tear, "thankyou master."

"You're welcome", Whumper grinned, "alright I'm in my bedroom if you need me", Whumper started to leave, "I want to see you wearing your new clothes once they're washed as well."

"Yes master", Whumpee smiled and looked down at their slippers again.

They giggled as they wiggled their toes, causing the slippers to wiggle.

"So comfy", Whumpee whispered.

P.s. I do actually have a pair of these slippers. Best things I've bought.

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[rqbossman]

Hello Mr Bossman! (and possibly anyone else who reads this)

Its an honour to be here, I have a few questions. First i appologise for the long paragraph, you may dismiss it for the questions at the bottom. For context, i am here after finishing TMA and being up to date with TMAP, i then went over and listened to RQG, and have just finished listening to Epilogue 3 and might i just say, good sir I am grateful for your podcasts. I am currently just a few months away from my final exams of High School, and as someone who even just 1 year ago was very lost, struggling with school and being just overwhelmed. TMA isnt exactly comforting, but the characters and plot managed to serve as a good form of escapism while sorting myself out. I found my self engaging more in creative things that i had originally put aside in favour of maths and science (which i hated but thought i needed to do). I started drawing again, even if just fanart. and i found things going well. By finding podcasts, story telling and these communities have helped me in my own understanding of what i want in life. I got an ADHD diagnosis earlier this year, and almost directly after started RQG and as my first hyperfixation (that i was aware of as an hyperfixation) gosh dang it hit hard. (in a good way). Ive been able to do so much more creative writing and drawings, and got re-involved with a small dnd group with some friends who i played one game with almost 4 years ago now. So overall, inspirational sounds cringe, but it was. Im doing my best with the upcoming exams, but trying to get in to Medicine is not my only prority, and the fact ive been re-introduced to my first love (Literature and story telling), im planning to go do an Arts degree and i know i wouldnt have been able to confidently make this decision, or even have survived this long in the school system without the work you and your coworkers do. Now the sap is out of the way, Question time! (if you could answer even just one of these questions it would be so cool)(they go in order of RQ relevant to random stuff)(dont feel pressured to answer all/any. i know i wrote alot): 1. what would you say is the best way to draft out a long-form story. (with "Erasing the Line" as an example) Did you start at the end, with the links to the overarching plot.

2. When working with the players (in a form of TTRPG), what did you do to make sure you didnt miss relevant timing of plot points/ avoid creating spoilers while still giving enough detail?

3. What are good places to start with making a job out of storytelling/voice acting/audio etc. In the case of RQ, how is this a job and where do i sign up please! /j (what i mean is, how is best way/how did you find all the people involved and was there a common path that you were all on before getting to where you are now?) 4. Do you have recommendations for Terry Pratchett Books, i may be an literary-leaning student, but it seems i have never actually properly read any of his books. so where is best place to start?/What did you read first?

5. Similar authors or similar inspirations? Did you have a favourite podcast you listen to in your free time that you havnt had a hand in producing/directing/working on. 6. Favourite song/album/artist. And more specifically, what you like listening to in background when doing either writing or (for ttrpg) character research/game planing. 7. Since the olympics are on at the moment, what has been your favourite sport to watch, if you have been watching at all. Thank you for your time :)

Thankyou for all the kind words. Knowing our work is helping people really keeps our engines fired up. Let's see if I can't answer your questions: 1. I "sandbox" which is where I just shove everything I can think of into an unorganised bullet point list. Characters, setting, plot, all of it in one big mess. Then I decide what type of story you want to tell, copy and paste to a new document and then start to organise the thoughts (with the sandbox on standby if new stuff comes in I don't know what to do with). I think of it like scultping, you cut away bits and reshape until something comes out the other end that is story shaped. Only then do I attempt to build the sandcastle and put something coherant together like a synopsis or scratch draft etc.

2. Very tricky. I did a complete review and update of all notes after each recording session and don't forget the audio eas edited. I made lots of gaffs that you never heard as audience.

3. I contacted anyone I could convince to take part and just proved I was serious by overworking. I don't reccomend that route. Unfortunately it really is "who" you know. That doesn't mean chase established professionals as much as it means you need to get out there and associate with other up-and-comers who match your vibe. For me the route was long and windy and not a particularly good example. 4. I normally recommend people do not read his books in publication order. Don't get me wrong, its wonderful watching his craft grow from one title to the next but I would recommend new readers tip their toe into his later works to see if they like where he ended up before committing the time. I often recommend 'Monstrous Regiment' as people's first one. My favourite though is 'Thief of Time.'

5. I don't get much time to listen to podcasts in the last couple of years. I used to listen to a lot of non fiction. 'Stuff you Should Know' and that ilk. I also read a fair amount of classic YA fiction to unwind (Windinsger trilogy, Bartimeous, stuff like that.) 6. Paul Simon's Graceland but when working I assemble a playlist for each seperate project that is tonally appropriate. If I really need to focus I listen to Classical Minimalism. Or the Old School Runescape soundtrack. I'm allowed to be ecclectic. 7. I am actually in an incredibly busy work crunch at the moment so haven't seen any of it!

[fuyunotaiyou]

Otomedia Summer 2023

July 2023 Issue (translation)

Thankyou @mirai-e-jump for the scans!

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BAD BOYS fighting as KING

Five King heroes, King Ohger, gathered to protect "Chikyu" from the Earth Empire Bugnarak. Taisei Sakai, who plays Gira, and Aoto Watanabe, who plays Yanma Gast, will appear from the latest work, which is gaining attention for its trend of unique and strong characters. We asked the two of them who play bad kings, "King of Evil" and "King of Yankee," to talk about the appeal of the work.

Gira and Yanma, even though they have different personalities, aim for the same place.

"King Ohger" has started broadcasting; how is the reaction from the fans?

Watanabe: Honestly, I travel back and forth between my home and the shooting site these days, so I don’t really feel that the program is being broadcasted nationwide (laughs). However, I felt happy when I saw kids posing with the Yanma hairstyle on SNS. When I find that kind of impression, "There was this, there was that," like this, I tell the members myself.

Sakai: When a related keyword becomes the No. 1 trend, even the members get excited, surprised by the great SNS response. I think there are many reasons to be drawn to it, like the fantasy elements, the LED background synthesis, and the depth of the characters.

Watanabe: Erica-chan, who plays Hymeno, was delighted to find a cute picture of Hymeno.

When playing Gira and Yanma, what kind of requests did the director make?

Taisei: As Gira is a character with clear emotions, I was told, "I want you to act honestly with Gira’s emotions." Even now, I find it difficult to act honestly. I want to properly master it this year.

Watanabe: There was a physical request regarding Yanma’s look. I was told, "Be conscious of the fact that your eyes don’t look sharp enough in the normal way you look." However, Yanma is an unruly person from the slums, but if he is too much of a Yankee, then he will become indecorous, and his being a king will fade away. I am conscious of the fact that Yanma has two faces: one that lives as he is and the other that stands in front of the people.

Two of you play such kings, but could you please tell me how you feel when you see each other’s performances?

Taisei: Aoto has lots of experience in stage performances, so I feel he has skills that I don’t have. For example, I am really envious of the fact that he is able to take the director's directions and immediately express them.

Watanabe: I feel Taisei expresses his feelings as they are, and when I watch from the side, I think "He doesn’t like to lie about his feelings". There are times when he gets stuck while performing and has to do retakes, but I think what caught everyone’s attention once it aired was Taisei’s precision in acting without lying.

Taisei: Really?

Watanabe: I think it’s because of Taisei’s acting that the response to the first episode was so good.

Taisei: It’s embarrassing. (laughs)

Kingohger's world view created with CG is also attractive, but how does it feel from the performer's side?

Taisei: We shoot with green screens and LEDs the whole time, so there are not many locations. I get used to studio shooting, but I still feel the difficulty of imagining the invisible spaces.

Watanabe: On the other hand, I think it becomes easy to do it on the location site. When we do studio shooting, there are times when I don’t understand where I am. However, there is CG scenery projected on monitors and sets of CG brass photos. I feel that staff also creates an easy-to-act environment for us.

Gira, who acts as a villain, and Yanma, the Yankee. I think they are the characters who took the "evil path" instead of the royal path, but how do you feel about their "evil path"?

Taisei: In order to protect the children and the people, Gira goes down the evil path himself. I think it is a simple and easy-to-understand evil path for the sake of justice.

Watanabe: Yanma has the impression that he has clear standards of right and wrong inside of him. If he thinks something is good, it is good, and if he thinks something is bad, it is bad, regardless of the world’s values of "good and bad". Rather than an evil path, I think he is a person with his own righteousness. For the sake of people, Gira will even do what he thinks is wrong, but Yanma follows what he believes is right. I think that is the difference between these two.

Taisei: I feel they aim in the same direction. For Gira, Yanma represents the ideal figure of a king. That’s probably why Gira said to Yanma, "Be my friend!" and they are still working together as friends.

Over time, was there a moment when your impression of the character changed?

Taisei: Gira’s "protecting people is justice" like will hasn’t changed, so I think there isn’t a big change character-wise. However, it seems there is a change in his mindset, as his sense of companionship has gotten stronger after getting helped by Yanma and others, and his feelings as king have strengthened after learning that he is of royal Husty blood. 

Watanabe: In episodes 1 and 2, Yanma showed his face as a king, but from episode 3 onwards, after meeting the other kings with the same standing, my impression of him changed. At first, I felt that he is a king who pulls everyone in, but I think he is a character who is not complete and is still in the process of learning. There are also scenes where he doesn't separate his feelings, and instead of doing the right thing logically, he prioritizes his emotions. I think there may be a time where he will fail because of his way of life, so I am looking forward to the process of Yanma growing as an adult.

I would like the two of you, who spend time shooting together, to introduce each other to our readers.

Watanabe: Perhaps I think Taisei’s public image is "a bit clumsy". But my image of Taisei is "a guy with a manly spirit".

Taisei: Really?

Watanabe: Even when we go together to eat, he never lets me pay the bill. (while imitating) Like, "I don’t like it".

Taisei: Ha-ha

Watanabe: Even if he didn’t pay that day, he will contact me the next day and say, "I want to properly take care of money matters". He has a great manly spirit, and when he is in a good mood, he says, "I am in a good mood, so I will pay the taxi fare".

Taisei: Stop it! (laughs)

Watanabe: Although it is private, he has a manly spirit even during work. When something is not satisfactory, he himself asks, "Can I try one more time?"

Taisei: There were times like that?

Watanabe: I feel you were not able to say it in the beginning, but now you have become better at saying it. Because I think you are the type of person who wants to say things on your own.

How is Mr. Watanabe seen from Mr.Sakai’s point of view?

Taisei: My first impression of Aoto is Cool. But he is totally different; he is a person who always expressively expresses his emotions. When we play Taiko No Tatsujin in the dressing room, if he makes a mistake and is about to lose, he will say "Ahh!" in a loud voice. When there is a favorite side dish in his lunch box, he will make a face like, "I am so happy". He seems like Gira.

Watanabe: Certainly! I guess I am Gira. (laughs)

Finally, please give a message to our readers.

Watanabe: I think Yanma is still an incomplete character, and he will continue to change as he overcomes ordeals. I would like everyone to watch over what kind of cool guy he will become in the end and how he has grown as a person compared to episode 1. Thank you!

Taisei: The story is progressing rapidly, with Gira being royalty, Rcules being able to transform, and additional warriors appearing. Please look forward to all the intense developments in the future!

"Gira is the one who walks on the evil path himself to protect people"

"Yanma is a person who has his own good and bad"

[amaretigris]

Hi it's Nina :)

Thankyou so much for my request, I really liked it. Would you consider a part two, or making it into a series please

Hi sweets! 🥰 Yay, so glad you liked it 💖 Here's a part 2 about their reconnection. I have a plan for a part 3 to wrap it up. Enjoy 😘

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Crater, Part 2

Taglist: @luna2034 @hopeisrising @notagreekgal28 @mylittlemermaid221 @daydreamerwithnohobbies @freyagallileaevans @justagirlthatlovedtoread

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"If you say yes, I will not rest until you know how deep my love is. It's only grown in strength and voracity over the years. It all came to a precipice when you ran into me on your first day."

Searching Jonah's blue eyes for any ounce of hesitation, you found none; only an inviting openness. Jonah attempted to pull you further into his chest, like he couldn't get you close enough. You sighed contentedly. You still loved the man - you couldn't deny that. Seeing him again had only unearthed the feelings you so desperately tried to bury long ago. With your cheek pressed to his chest, you sighed again.

"How about lunch first?"

Jonah chuckled. He obviously wasn't expecting that answer.

"Anything for you, love. Let's grab your things. I know the perfect spot."

You smiled and reluctantly left Jonah's warm embrace to collect your coffee. Jonah picked up your camera bag, meeting your eyes with a smile. You walked in silence to your cars. After you opened your door to tuck your coffee and camera bag safely in, you turned back to face Jonah. He had a different look in his eye now, almost predatory. He took a step and a half forward, pushing your back against your car. His arms came up on either side of your head, caging you in.

"I can hardly contain myself around you anymore, (Y/N). The things you do to me."

You charted his hungry eyes, and looked down to his lips. Jonah saw his opportunity, and went for your mouth. This kiss was different than the ones you'd allowed since the two of you started hooking up again. This wasn't a brief peck. No, this was the kind of kiss that you sunk into. The kind that you lost yourself in. Your knees wobbled beneath you, but Jonah held you steady at your hip. When did his hand get there? The ravenous kiss reflected both of your unfed desires. It was like the two of you had been starving up until this very moment. It lasted for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality, had only been a handful of minutes. You had to pull away for air, and Jonah chased your lips, but let you breathe.

"Fuck, I missed that," he connected his forehead with yours, watching you gulp in precious oxygen.

The corner of your lips lifted.

"Me too," you admitted.

"Let's go to lunch. I'm famished now," you smiled at the double meaning.

Jonah's blue orbs playfully bounced between your (e/c) ones.

"Talk about famished. I have to push down this boner."

He observed you excitedly look down at the tent in his pants. Everything about you was perfect, he decided.

"Follow me to the restaurant," Jonah ceded, pushing off of your car to turn around.

He looked back to laugh at your unmasked pout. He would feed you, talk to you, answer any questions you may still have. But after work, he would pound you like there was no tomorrow.

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At the casual cafe Jonah brought you to for lunch, the two of you talked over your sandwiches and tea.

"Do we need a fallback plan?"

You wrung your hands nervously. Jonah set his tea down to cover your hands with his own. He brought them to his lips, tenderly kissing your knuckles.

"Listen to me, (Y/N). I'm aware that it's in your nature to plan ahead, and to map out worse-case scenarios, but I'm all in. One hundred percent. I have no backup plan. I've had plenty of time to imagine every possible end to this, and I'd be damn grateful for any one of them. Try to relax, as best you can, and let things flow. I'll take care of the rest."

You knew your face was beet red by now. You nodded, biting your lip.

"What will we tell everyone at the office?"

Jonah gently set your hands back on the table, and shrugged.

"Whatever we want, I suppose. Or nothing. We could tell them nothing. People are nosy, and tend to ruin things."

You nodded again, weighing your options.

"You're right. We could still act normal towards one another in the office. We can do that, right? You bent me over my desk, for god sakes. We should be fine," you waved your hand.

You didn't know who you were trying to convince: Jonah or yourself. You were nervous. Somehow, this felt much more intimate than allowing Jonah access to your body again.

"It's fine, sweetheart. We got this," Jonah's dimples came out to calm you.

He rubbed his thumb over your knuckles soothingly. You nodded in determination. You could do this.

Finishing your lunch, you and Jonah parted ways again to head back to the office. He gave you a brisk kiss before he left. You whined at the minimal contact.

"Don't worry, I'll reward you later," Jonah whispered in your ear before walking to his car.

You watched his back, gulping down the tension in your throat. Shit. You were doomed.

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Tonight was the first night that Jonah was visiting your apartment.

"As much as I love to take you in your office, we need more space and privacy for tonight. Besides, you'll be exhausted afterwards," Jonah had teased you after lunch.

You rushed home from work to hop in a quick shower, lathering up your silky body wash. This was his favorite scent. You knew that from years ago. You had just started toweling yourself off when you heard a knock at your door. Rushing out of the bathroom, you ran to your dresser for clothes, but stopped. What was the point, really? Deciding to answer the door with only your towel draped around your naked body, you stood on the other side of the door to wrench it open.

"I stopped to get your favorite. Gummy candy, popcorn, and an Icee. I figured we could watch a movie," Jonah stepped into your apartment, focused on what he had in his hands.

It wasn't until you closed the door, and he turned around that he took in your current state. He almost dropped what he was carrying, fumbling to set it on your bar instead. He clumsily yanked his shoes off, and closed the distance between you. His hands smoothed up your arms, and came to cup your cheeks. Jonah bent closer, and took a good sniff, right by your ear.

"Look at you, so ready for me. You even remembered my favorite body wash. You're too good to be true," Jonah cooed.

He looked around the space for your couch while simultaneously stripping himself of his shirt and pants. Shaking his head, Jonah looked back to you.

"I want to take you in your bed," Jonah explained.

You nodded, and grabbed his hand to lead him down the hallway. Halfway to your bedroom, you let your towel fall to the floor. You heard Jonah groan. Smirking, you only made it to your bedroom doorway before he spun you around, and picked you up. Jonah hooked your legs around his waist, eagerly pressing his mouth to yours. He walked across the room to your bed, setting you down, and climbing on top.

"You're finally mine again, (Y/N); to cherish, and to fuck senseless. I'll make you come apart so many times tonight. Good girls get rewarded, after all. I only have one request," Jonah pushed his boxers down, kicking them the rest of the way off.

He grabbed your chin to draw your eyes back to his.

"I want you to say my name every time you cum. Can you do that for me?"

You vehemently nodded.

"Good girl," Jonah kissed you.

He then peeled his lips back enough to mutter, "I hope you're ready," before ravaging your mouth again, and slamming into you. Not long after, you were already singing his name.

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Your abandoned Icee was partially melted by the time Jonah brought it to you from the bar.

"I'm sorry, love. I should've put it in the fridge," Jonah sulked.

You grabbed his shoulders, and pulled him back down beside you.

"It's okay. I got something much more delicious," you hinted.

Jonah had worked you to six explosive releases. You really couldn't complain.

"But thank you for the snacks. You remembered my favorites," you cheesed up at him as he settled beside you in bed.

He kissed the crown of your head.

"Of course. What do you want to watch?"

The two of you settled on a light-hearted comedy movie. Snuggling into Jonah, you shared your popcorn with him, and occasionally urged small gummies into his mouth. It was just like old times. The nostalgic feel tugged at your heart strings.

"Is it too early to say it again?"

You cautiously asked. Jonah met your eyes, and instantly knew what you meant. He shook his head.

"No, (Y/N). I must've said it to you twenty times this morning. If you feel it, I want you to voice it," he encouraged.

You took a shallow breath.

"I love you," you admitted before your nerves stopped you.

"I love you, Jonah," you repeated.

"I've always loved you," you buried your face into his chest.

Jonah's body instinctually wrapped around yours. He cradled you to his chest. His heart hadn't felt this full in years. It could almost burst.

"I love you too, (Y/N). Always," he whispered, peppering kisses along your cheekbone.

You slept more peacefully that night than you had in years. Four years, to be exact.

[777rare]

hii, hope u are doing well🫶🏻 i was wondering if u could tell me about a couple placements i have in my solar return chart! i have pluto at 29 degrees in the first house in capricorn , and i also have an 8th house stellium (mars, venus, and mercury) . should i be scared😭😭😭

Hello! I'm doing great, hope you're doing good as well❤☀️ thankyou so much for your ask

I've just started getting good with reading solar return charts so please omit what doesn't sound similar to you💓

Pluto 29° in Capricorn, 1st house

8th house stellium(mars,venus,mercury)

Okay, lemme ask you a question first. Have you been serious about how you may appear physically, cause where capricorn is in your chart can tell you what you are more formal or serious about. And are you a capricorn/sagittarius/aquarius rising? If you are capricorn rising then your vibe emits a lot of formal energy, you look serious and very unapproachable to people this year. Also since your pluto is in the first house, there's a lot of transformation related to how you see yourself or how you're overall physical appearance. You can look really intense and mysterious to people. You have this dark intense gaze and you're energy holds power. I also feel like people find you very intimidating and dangerous this year. Your physical body can transform to this beauty that's striking and too much for people to handle(in a good way). This year pluto will transform your physical identity and your face and eyes mostly. Lots of intensity and sensuality in your appearance and gaze. You could catch a lot of attention this year, knowingly or unknowingly. Mostly unknowingly actually. Also you can attract a lot of jealousy and envy because of this. But don't worry, this is only because your transformations make the others jealous or bothered for no reason. Just do what you do, slay💅🏻🔥 also pluto being in the special degree 29° makes your pluto feel empowered. Your pluto is in power this year and will make you have hell lots of transformations. Bomb fire🔥💥 kind of transformations that'll make you a better person this year. Sudden transformations too! But don't worry cuz these transformations are gonna make you glow better and become a stronger person.

8th house stellium having mars,venus and mercury isn't bad actually. You don't have to be scared dear❤🫂💓. this house represents deep feelings and you might be knowing about the 8th house already lmao. The 8th house is nothing to be afraid of. All placements in our chart hold life lessons, that's all. Now let's go ahead. Mars being a very passionate, rough and a motivating planet when sitting in the 8th house makes you passionate to learn deeply about certain things in this world, mostly things connected to seggs, de_th, mysterious things, and a lot of hidden knowledge in this world. Since mars and venus are in this house you could feel very intense about your emotions and sexuality. You can have a lot of emotional outbursts or there is a chance of overwhelming emotions because of mars here. Handle your emotions with care because I feel you are maybe too harsh while handling how you feel emotionally. Venus being in this house again makes you very sexually reserved and hidden. The 8th house is a 50% part of 12th house that's why it's very mysterious and deep. Venus is art, love, creativity. Venus being in 8th house makes you find a fascination for these soft textured kind of art this year.⬇️Especially of woman.⬇️

Also you may discover a lot about your artistic abilities, if not..then I think you should try it because it'll amaze you. You may also keep your romantic feelings hidden or just out of reach. You may also fantasize a lot this year about various things. Mercury being in 8th house makes you have a very deep setted mind or a fascination for writings or books about hidden, occult and mysterious stuff. You can also maybe wanna read books related to intimacy or things that are left unsaid like mysterious de@ths, unsolved cases, hidden knowledge of the world.

Overall these three planets being in the house of pluto again enhances intimacy and intensity to these planets. Lots of transformations and discoveries related to your creativity, art,writing skills, knowledge, books, authors, hidden things. Again this year I see intimacy and transformations play a very major role in your life. Especially related to your sexuality, dark feminine, physical appearance and your emotions.

There's nothing bad here, so don't worry. You're just going to transform into the next higher level. If you're having a lot of overwhelming emotions, it's only because you're old self is wearing off and a new you welcomes you. Keep growing and slay cuz you got this! But just be careful with trusting woman with your emotions and secrets, they could use it against you. Overall you got a very rewarding life ahead of you!❤💅🏻💓🫂

Hope you enjoyed reading and please let me know if it resonates with you💘🫂☀️

Thankyou! Have a great day ahead💓

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

how are you able to celebrate spirituality without feeling omniscient judgement of your every action? i realize that sounds like an accusatory question out the door LOL but i definitely don't mean it that way. it's moreso like...i spent so much of my life until recently feeling like i wasn't allowed to enjoy or be myself in my own privacy without feeling like i was being watched and weighed. i don't actively practice or pursue spirituality at this time, but i was raised into some incredibly unhealthy christian dynamics, which i think can definitely find relation in my prior mentioned struggles. even so, when it feels healthy and of your own volition, do you feel as though this is a struggle?

i love this thoughtful question, thankyou..putting under read more due to my lengthy answer x]

for me, ive mentioned before but i was raised by atheist parents. so as i built my own opinions about god, i was never set on the heaven/hell dichotomy, i never felt that god has this weirdly specific list of things u can and cant do. i feel that god wants us to be imperfect & make mistakes so that our souls can grow n expand towards our highest purpose thru many lifetimes of lessons.

that feeling of surveillance, i actually started to worry about it a lot after my dad died, even tho i had no real concept of spirituality at this point cus i was a kid. I just like, started to perceive that he saw everything, and since i was being rebellious teen at the time i felt a lot of guilt for years. Altho once i started learning more i began to feel that angels will never judge you, only love & understand.

Still i try rly hard to live with integrity. and im no angel but i strive to be the best version of Me. & a big part of that, imo, is acting "right" behind closed doors. for example, if someone is talking badly to me about a friend behind their back, am i going to stand up for them? or just let it slide because they're not there to hear it? small things like this may seem like nothing in the moment but they cld blow up in ur face later n u wish u just did the kind thing. i believe small lessons like this will keep repeating until ur soul learns.

one time many years ago i withdrew like $100 from an atm then just totally spaced out & walked away before i grabbed my money. the next person ran after me like "oh my god you forgot your money!" , i was so stunned. like this stranger fully couldve just walked away with a free $100 & i wldnt of even noticed until later. there was no prize waiting for them by doing the right thing. he just did it w no apprehension.

it shldnt be about trying to appease god, but earnestly trying to help & empower your fellow man. not out of guilt or shame, or fear of punishment, but out of the kindness in your heart, pure love. to me, god is just love, the trials are for the purpose of love, so i dont stress too much abt feeling watched. it makes me feel less lonely in a way.

thanks again for the question and i'm sorry about the trauma from your upbringing :( i hope u can heal and please dont put too much pressure on yourself to be perfect, there is no punishment coming for you, whatever you're doing right now is exactly where you;re supposed to be. <3

[annaliessse]

Can I request a fanfiction of princess (Chevalier younger sister) and gilbert getting togethe with some angst first (because they deny their feelings and do not admit it to themselves)

Thankyou so much

Got you fam! So sorry this took so long. For some reason, Tumblr did not notify me and I read this a day late! Also, Gilbert is soooo hard to write that it took me four rewrites before I was finally satisfied. I know nothing about him, except that he owns the world's deadliest thighs (as said by Emma herself), so this is just pure speculation. Anyway, enjoy!

Also, my small contribution to the celebration of Gilbert's route release in the Jap server.

I'll Burn For You

Pairing: Gilbert von Obsidian x Reader (as Chevalier's younger sister)

Prompt: You knew it was a mistake to love him. He was the enemy, a cruel prince dead set on taking over your beloved kingdom. He had cruelty in his gaze, masked by the sweetness of his words. It was playing with fire, but when you meet him in the cover of the night, you wonder whether you should continue resisting the attraction, or sacrifice it all and burn for the man who’ll take everything that you love.

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Everyone warned you about him. Your brothers kept you from seeing him. Sariel did everything to hide you from him. He was the enemy. The villain. The one set to destroy your kingdom and every single person you loved.

You hate him. You should. And yet…

You can’t help but fall for him. For his blood-red eye. For his presence that radiates danger. For his words you know are tailored to manipulate you.

You knew he could never love you. Why would he? You are a princess of the kingdom he wants to conquer. The younger sister of the man he hated so much. The girl representing everything he’s bound to destroy.

“Harden your heart. Do not fall for the lies that spill out of his lips.”

Chevalier has warned you. He told you to be careful, to steel yourself for the beauty of the words he will say to you. He would speak to you in a way that would make your heart flutter, your defense weaken, and your vulnerability show. He would whisper kind words. Words filled with poison and dishonesty.

And yet, you can’t stay away from him.

Even now, in the darkness of the library, you meet him. The night was quiet, everyone deep in their slumber. The light of a single candle fills the room, and you hear him approach, the sound of his metal cane echoing around you.

“Well, what do we have here?” You hear him say. “I did not think you’d actually agree to this proposal, my little tigress.”

You turn to look at him.

Gilbert von Obsidian. The prince you should hate and despise. Instead, he holds your heart, your every being longing for even a sliver of his affection.

“Why are you doing this?” You ask him. “What do you get out of this, Gilbert?”

The sight of him is enough to set your heart ablaze. You have fallen for him, there is no denial. No escape. All you can do is suffer the consequences of your forbidden emotions.

“I like you. Does there have to be another reason?” He moves closer, his hand tracing your jaw. “Would it be so wrong to show affection to the one whom I hold dear?”

“I’m no fool.” You snarl at him. “We both know you do this to spite Chev. I know. You know. Everyone knows. What I don’t understand is why you keep doing this when you know whatever you’re doing is not going to work.”

“I’m not doing anything but express my feelings for the one I like,” Gilbert says softly, his gloved hand reaching up to cup your cheek. “I like you, my little tigress. I like your tenacity, your strength. Your naivety and wisdom. Your courage and vulnerability.”

He whispers soft words, honeyed sentences that detail everything he admires about you. Gilbert pulls you by the waist, your body flush against his and despite everything in you screaming to get away from him, your heart speaks louder, and you stay still, enveloped in the warmth of his embrace.

“Please, Gilbert.” You beg. “Stop this.”

You attempt to push him away but he holds you close, red-eye gleaming with satisfaction.

“Why would I? I finally have you where I want you to be.”

His smile was filled with sadism. With twisted pleasure. He likes this. To have control over the one person Chev has for a weakness. You feel his hot breath against your neck and you shudder despite everything, your body pleased with his attention.

“There is no greater joy,” he whispers. “Than to have the sister of the one you hate most in your arms in the middle of the night. He has no idea, doesn’t he, princess? I’d like to be in the room when this secret finally reaches his ears.”

You feel your heart drop, breaking to a thousand shattered pieces. You knew this. Of course you did. He is the prince of Obsidian. A cruel prince intent on invading your kingdom. To him, this is all a game.

You are nothing. You mean nothing to him. Nothing but a pawn in the wicked game he plays.

Tears spill from your eyes. You knew to yourself it would always end like this.

You just did not want to hear the confirmation spill out of his lips.

Gilbert feels your warm tears brush against his skin. You were crying quietly, even as your body does not protest against his ministrations. He should have been happy. Elated. He had finally broken you down. Finally seduced the person valued most by his enemy.

He did not expect the uneasy feeling at the pit of his stomach at the sight of your sadness.

“Don’t cry, my little tigress,” he mocks, desperately clinging to his uncaring façade. “This is what you want after all, isn’t it?”

Gilbert tries to continue his movements, hands gently caressing your waist. Your tears do not stop though and in the end, he pulls away and walks towards the library door, cane clanging against the floor. He does not look back. Not even at the sound of your sobs.

You avoid Gilbert after that. You cannot face him. Not after exposing your vulnerability. You find yourself often in Chevalier’s faction office, always having one of your brothers around you to avoid facing Gilbert alone.

This time though, when you enter, your older brother wasn’t there, only Nokto.

“Where’s Chev?” You ask.

“Where else?” Nokto says, not even looking up from the document he was reading. “At the border. Some people from Obsidian were attacking the nearby villages.”

You raise an eyebrow. He dares to do that even when Gilbert’s here?

You hesitate before asking. “And what does Gilbert think about it?”

“Surprisingly well. He went with King Highness.”

Strange. From what you’ve seen and heard, Gilbert wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice his people for his own benefit. He doesn’t even head to the battlefield on his own, sending his ministers instead. For him to go with Chevalier means he has another purpose. One you clearly know nothing about.

Not that it is easy to know anything about Obsidian’s first prince.

“Probably for the best that he went there too,” Nokto comments. “We’re no stranger to King Highness’ purges, but the stench of blood is just highly unpleasant. I’d like to have this room not smell like rust for once.”

You roll your eyes. Everyone knows Chevalier’s daily killing sprees.

Not many know his real intentions.

“Could you stop and listen to me for once?” You glared at him one afternoon when he returned with blood soaking his clothes once again. “Why can you not stop killing people, Chev? You are a prince and you are supposed to be protecting our citizens! Instead you raise your sword at them.”

“I am protecting them. I will not apologize for killing a few to save the lives of many.”

You thought him brutal that time and you once again wonder how you two could have been born from the same mother. Then you see him honor Rhodolite’s fallen soldiers. He took the time to learn their names, to remember for whom he has been fighting for.

Not many understand, but despite Chev’s violent ways, he only wants what’s best for the kingdom. Just like the rest of your brothers. After all, that is what being a prince should be like, right?

Maybe… no.

Gilbert’s not like that. He gets no benefit for his kingdom for playing with you. If he wants what’s best for his people, he would have leveraged someone with more power, like Emma or Sariel. Chevalier isn’t king, and it’s highly likely that Leon would be chosen instead.

He’s just leading you on for his own sick pleasure at the knowledge of having seduced Chev’s sister.

When you ask Emma later on whom she’s selecting as Rhodolite’s next king, she was vague. But that thoughtful look on her face tells you everything you needed to know.

Chev returns that afternoon, clothes clean, not even a spot of blood to be found on his white cape. You inspect him, in utter disbelief that he has resolved an altercation without violence. When you raise his coat, he slaps your hand away, frowning.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking for blood. You can’t have dealt with those people without killing them, right?”

He sighs. “There’s none. We managed to reach an agreement.”

“By we, you mean Gilbert?”

“Who else? Did you think I’d have the time to listen to the meaningless reasons of Obsidianite thieves?”

You cross your arms. “Oh really? What did he tell you that made you change your mind?”

“Poverty. Those people only crossed the border to steal some food for their families. Eyepatch told me he’d resolve it as soon as he can.”

You pause. This time, you were the one frowning.

Chev sighs. “Just because you don’t understand doesn’t mean they’re wrong. You should have known that by now. You’re surrounded by eight beasts, all with tainted reputations, and you know as well as we do that everything we do is for Rhodolite.”

He leaves you alone in the quietness of the hallway. You lean on the nearest pillar, thinking.

Just because you don’t understand doesn’t mean they’re wrong.

Hit with the realization, you hurry back to your room, picking up a pen as you begin drafting a letter. Chev knows. He always does.

And he is doing nothing to stop you from doing it.

You understand now.

That night, you once again wait patiently in the darkness of the library. You smile at the feeling of déjà vu but instead of the hopeless ignorance you’ve felt before, this time, you face him with confidence, now aware of your next move.

“I didn’t think this day would come, my little tigress.” You hear Gilbert’s voice from the darkness. “Have I finally broken you down? For you to approach me so brazenly like this?”

You stand up to meet him and in an instant, Gilbert has his arms around you, his breath warm against your neck.

“And so pliant too,” he comments. “Is your brother going to be angry at this, princess? That despite the glaring warnings in your head you decide to surrender yourself to me? That you allowed me to use you?”

“Go on then,” you whisper. “Use me, Gilbert.”

You feel his breathe hitch and he begins to pull away. You clutch Gilbert’s shirt, pulling him closer again.

“Use me. Use me like the pawn that I am. This is what I am, right? A toy for you to get what you want? Go ahead. Use me, Gilbert.”

I know what you want.

You do not want to simply anger Chev. You want to use me as a leverage for you to get a negotiation that would benefit your people. You have seen Emma and judged she would choose my brother as the next king. You can never curry his favor, so you force his hand.

“What is this?” he asks, confused.

“Is this not what you want, Gil? To have Chev’s sister in the palm of your hands, like a puppet you can control? Why are you hesitating when I am offering myself up to you freely?”

Gilbert pauses. He looks at you for a few seconds, surprise clear in his gaze. Then realization. He blinks. When he opens them again, you find nothing but the confidence and satisfaction he hides himself in.

Hide yourself, then. Just know I can read you like a book, Gilbert.

He laughs. “How naïve. You think I’m doing this for my people? You think I haven’t sacrificed many of my own to preserve my life? How very ignorant.”

You smirk, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I am ignorant, Gil.” You allow him to delude himself. To think that he’s kept his mask unbreakable, when you both know he has exposed all of himself to you.

“And I am offering myself up to you. I don’t care anymore, Gilbert. I want you.”

His blood-red eye looks at you and for the first time you see a hint of happiness, of relief that finally someone has come close enough to unveil the intentions he held close to his heart.

“My little tigress,” he whispers before you feel his soft lips against yours.

You hold Gilbert’s soft locks under your hands, relishing in the wanton passion of the kiss. You’re playing with fire. Dallying with the enemy. You don’t find it in yourself to care though.

When everything is as blissful as this, you don’t mind getting too close to the flame. You do not care that this relationship of yours would be hidden. You do not care that, despite Chev’s implicit approval, you will face backlash from the rest of Rhodolite nobility. You will be marked as a traitor.

You kiss Gilbert back, your moans swallowed by his fervent kisses. You smile, allowing yourself to burn.  

(Thank you for this first request! It was def challenging, but it's my fave work so far. Anyway, I won't create an OC for readers' requests, except when you explicitly state that you want a fic for this particular pairing. I won't create an OC since I have an idea of what I want for the love interests of each prince. Hope you loved this as much as I did.)

[byou-shin]

Do your sims of Paradise Prison have Lore? I'm so curious!

Thankyou for your curiousity~! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ I'd be happy to tell. They have a lore actually. All my OCs has. I just didn't have time to tell about them lol T.T)

I'm gonna tell you~ but the story in my head isn't completed yet lol, I need time to think about more events hahaha. Please excuse my poor writing, I hope I can express it clear

*i'm using an old photo because now I don't have new version of them in one photo (_ _)

Once upon a time, there was a cleansing of those who were considered to be against the light. Those who shelter under the darkness of the night will be targets for the light of the world who stands between the holy gate of sin and reward. Those who prey on living being that are similar to them as created by God, deserve to be condemned and put into the hottest pit of fire. And at that moment, the fragile and crumbling soul is tempted by the dark kinds, because of the rotten blind love and the weakness of faith, then it is worthy for her to be thrown into the pit of fire. A beam of light appeared to the surface in the form of a cursed human child, he had sinned inheriting his mother and father and it would happen to him as many as 70 descendants. The darkness that God created then slowly disappeared in the mist at dawn, leaving behind the collapsed soul and the light that he sprinkled into the barren hole by themselves. This is where the fire that was once extinguished began to live and burn again. A cursed son of man who by the command of his great King, was believed to be ordered to set his foot on the surface of the world created by God for him and destroy the souls that sinned for him. Sometimes God calms the storm, sometimes He lets the storm rage. And there, a small fragile body appeared from behind the veil, his mother named him... Adam. "Because if we live, we live for God, and if we die, we die for God. So whether we live or die, we belong to God." (Romans 14:18)

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Easy explanation below~

In short, Adam's mother was a widow with 3 sons, who are Adam's older brothers. The death of her husband made her life even more difficult amidst the upheaval of the congregation and also Church officials regarding creatures who were considered "opposed" to God's teachings. Because wars often occur between humans and darkness in the name of the holy cross, this indicates that the lives of the woman and her children are threatened.

In the midst of this incident, she was seduced by her dark kind, a cruel and selfish blood drinker who was said to be "cursed" by his God. Promised by his sweet tongue, the woman melted and gave her whole life to the man. Without realizing it, she was just being used because basically, most of them were heartless creatures who only hunted.

The woman almost lost her mind and the last baby who came out of her womb (Adam) was cursed with all her insane thoughts. Wanting to find safety for herself, she then fled into the forest and was never seen again (the people believe that human who has relationship with darkness must be burn, and at that time, the rumour has already spread in the village). Gabriel, as the oldest brother, tries to save his younger brothers. And at that time, they were discovered by a deacon who was patrolling their area. They were then taken to an orphanage run by the Church.

Several years after that incident, Adam grew up as an "unnatural/extraordinary" child, because he was half vampire and half human. There was a turmoil inside him that he couldn't control. He is always haunted by the memory in his mind of himself in his mother's womb (yes… he can remember many events from when he was little).

In short! He once massacred many people (people outside the Church). When the church officials found out, they realized that the power he had was unnatural/not normal. So on the orders of the head of the Head Sister who ruled at that time, Adam was hidden. Vatican officials knew about it, and he asked Sister Sharon to take full responsibility for the dog she kept. Oh yeah, Glenn and Morgan decided to become priests (Glenn is still a seminarian), and Morgan? His dogma is a bit unpopular with the Vatican (they hate him), but many virgins and widows like his face and way of speaking, lol (don't trust this man!!)

Gabriel…? He tried to protect his precious little brother, Adam, with the honorary title of knight he had given by the head of the church in his military capacity against vampires and other dark creatures.

Several important people in Protestantism tried to hunt down Adam because of their own doctrine. (It would be long if I explained it). People from the Middle East (Malika, Shakir, Farhan) also hunt him because they believe that if they drink Adam's blood, they can gain greater power (I can't find the exact explanation now, it also has something with the important officials in there!) Meanwhile, Longwei is a shaman from China who was sent to spy on the movements of a drug trafficker in Iraq, accidentally met Malika, Shakir and Farhan on their way to Rome and then conspired with them.

Ahhh how should I explain it, now I can only give you this hahahaha

I need more time to explain Adam's father and why is Adam is so powerful loool

[larathia]

So that's it for the BSD anime fans for a while. Probably a few years, really. At least.

Final thoughts, therefore, on the anime:

Fukuchi, you ....idiot. You 'made Fyodor stay in prison' because 'what could he do from Europe'? REALLY? You ACTUALLY thought you had ANY control over Fyodor's ability to affect your little plot? DUDE. I'll admit, I laughed out loud when he said that. That was just...the dumbest damn thing he could've said.

The manga had better not make this final episode take more than one chapter. YA HEAR ME, ASAGIRI? Y'GOT NO MORE DAMN EXCUSES FOR THIS CHAPTER POINT-FIVE BS. You've got a whole season's worth of anime to create, minus somebody deciding on another light novel adaptation for three or four episodes of it. Chopchop.

No. I don't think Fyodor is dead. Yeah, that was probably actually his actual arm. An arm does not a corpse make, nor has having two arms ever affected his ability to SERIOUSLY fuck people over. We still don't know the nature of his ability, and it's entirely possible that he will resurface later. At most, at most, he's been weakened - and even that may prove temporary. Fyodor is like the Joker; don't believe he's dead until you have a DNA-verified, fully autopsied corpse. Even then, check for clones.

Bram is...whole. On the loose. I mean, he clearly likes Aya, so yay there, but ...I don't think this is the last we see of him.

I honestly do not believe Fukuchi's plot did jack squat to avert a coming global war. He may have changed some parameters, but the way he went about things means a) nobody learned a damn thing and b) a LOT of people just got the shit and piss scared right out of them, and c) scared people are extra, EXTRA stupid.

Side Note 1: Fyodor has to enact his ability through touch. Does he use the hand that apparently got blown off? Is his power ambidextrous? Somebody go check and get back to me.

Side Note 2: Chuuya was never a vampire? How the hell did he manage to get ordered to go to Muersault without other vampires working that out? Vamps don't seem to be telepathic with each other, but they're ALL tied to Bram. Surely Bram would notice Chuuya's not vamped? I'm ...actually kind of hoping upcoming manga chapters clear this one up, because while I expect ass-pulls, this one feels weirdly egregious.

Side Note 3: So...let's see. Yes. Dead Apple, Corruption Arc, Guild Arc, and now this long plot. Dazai and Ranpo know how to handle Fyodor now. Spend a while struggling theatrically. Set up dramatic countermeasures so Fyodor sees his rats running the maze he's built. And then arrange to kick him in the balls at the point where he thinks he's won. Fyodor's plots have gotten more direct, more dangerous, and have ever more layers to them, so "the point at which he thinks he's won" but does not have Yet Another Maze waiting is the real tricky bit, it seems. But the procedure's pretty well down pat now.

I'm not saying it makes me unhappy, but the manga damn well better explain how Akutagawa is not dead and also not a vamp. I don't want that handwaved, please and thankyou, because it affects A HELL OF A LOT OF THE WHOLE PLANET.

[mystarmyangel]

[Making] 230614 From King Hotel to King Air, the casts' first interview for #KingTheLand

[TRANS] YoonA's part:

"Hello everyone, I am Lim Yoona who plays the role of Cheon Sarang, a hotelier in the drama <King The Land>"

Q1: First filming impression? "It feels like it's my first time playing such a bright romcom character, to the extent I wondered if I have ever played one. So I am really looking forward to and I am excited about it. I am currently filming it comfortably and fun, so I am really curious how it will turn to be" Q2: Points to look out for? "Since the main setting of 'King The Land' is the many things that happened in the hotel, I think it will be fun to look at the scale of the hotel as well as the various episodes of interesting events that happened with the hotel staffs. Above all, what kind of relationships will Sarang have with Gu Won, who is the complete opposite of her, and the chemistry of them two." Q3: Message to viewers? "All the actors and staff of JTBC drama 'King The Land' are working hard and enjoying filming in order to present you a fun drama. Everyone, please look forward to it! Please give a lot of love and support to 'King The Land' when it airs. Thankyou. It has been Cheon Sarang til now" TV Naver: Link

[abstractandedgyname]

I mean I’m pretty sure there’s still a dick load of code of etiquette, we all know ‘please and thankyou’, ‘introduce yourself like this...’, ‘be courteous and kind, be respectful’, like most of us were taught to behave in specific, albeit different, mannerly ways. The problem is that as the generations have continued, the reason one should be kind and considerate has like, eroded away and now it’s just about following the rules, and that makes contextualising etiquette difficult. It also makes remembering things difficult, anything you are told cold, like 'this is how it is, and that’s that, I won’t be taking questions' is significantly more difficult to remember than something that is actively connected, conceptually, to something else you already find easy to remember.

I remember being taught what to do, and NEVER why. And the only times an adult ever gave a “reason”, it was ‘because you’re supposed to’. 'Don’t you want to be kind? Don’t you want to be considerate?', these were the indirect, coercive responses to curious inquiry regarding the purpose of etiquette.

People these days aren’t unaware of how to be courteous and kind, they just can’t bring themselves to do it, ‘cause the whole thing is covered in ick. It’s difficult to remember, difficult to justify, and difficult to use. ‘Please’ and ‘Thankyou’ have no place in casual, genuine interaction between social-equals. These are phrases for power dynamics, you don’t pal around with someone, giving them the business, then immediately switch into ‘Thankyou so generously, and so kindly for this humble gesture,’ then switch back into, ‘ya chump bitch’. It doesn’t make sense. The problem with social anxiety is less to do with a lack of a code of etiquette, and more to do with the presence of a code of etiquette. People will always be more anxious under a rudimentary rule setting defined by ‘deviating from this code is deviating from etiquette itself, you don’t want to be rude do you?’.

Social fabric hasn’t broken down, if anything it’s reinforced, the problem is that it’s reinforced by the irrational pursuit of rules. The problem is that there shouldn’t be a code of etiquette, there shouldn’t be a compulsion to follow a specific set of behaviours. The learned compulsion is what makes it difficult for people to interact lately. The code is anxiety inducing, not the lack of code.

Ever the more frustrating is that everyone is acutely ablated by compulsion to follow rules, and yet, things like this happen. ‘No, no, not enough rules, need more rules. We need more codes, more teaching of rules, more rudimentation, more presupposition, more pigeon holes.’ It’s a cruel way to live, compelled to be compelled. But I suspect the reason it keeps happening is because people feel more comfortable and safe when they follow the rules (because they’ve specifically been made to feel that way) and feel uncomfortable and precarious when deviating from the rules (because also they’ve specifically been made to feel this way) and so project this onto others, ‘Everyone, we’ll all feel better if we make a bunch of easy to follow, and really specific rules! Really, I promise we’ll all feel really good when we follow them really closely, it will solve all our discomfort and anxiety’. It won’t, it will make it worse.

social anxiety could easily be attributed to the breakdown of the social fabric. there's no code of etiquette anymore. multiple generations were never taught how to introduce themselves or cultivate manners and traditions that hinge on a social life, everyone's awkwardly stumbling around hoping they'll be met with someone more courageous and eloquent than themselves to start a conversation and burst their lonely timid bubble.

[chellymaniti]

My script

Contact Information:

   Rochelle Maniti

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The child who cries every night 

Cast of Characters          

Rosa (Teresita’s Daughter):    The main character of the story, a child who cries every night. A girl that feel sad and scared to express her feelings and emotion with the person around her and she only express it every night where no one knows it and only the darkness sees and hears it. A girl who have a beautiful wide smile, bright cute eyes.

Teresita (Rosa’s mother):    Rosa's mother is characterized by her empathy and understanding, always ready to listen to her daughter's worries without judgement. She offers unwavering support and comfort, assuring Rosa that she is not alone in her struggles. Guiding her daughter emotions.

Time

The present.

Synopsis

In a cold town, Rosa feels sad at night but her mom helps her feel better. With her mom's help, Rosa learns to be brave and not afraid of expressing herself.

SETTING: In their house, dining area, school

At RISE: She ran to her mom and cried she cried and cried.

Scene #1: A small, cold town with the wind whispering through the streets. The moon and stars illuminate the sky, casting shadows seems to swallow the whole town.

(Rosa lying on her bed, tears glistening in her eyes as the darkness covered the room.)

Rosa: Why do I have to feel this kind of situation? I'm so tired of this situation because it keeps happening over and over again. Why can't I say the pain I feel? Why should I own them? Why do I have to experience these things, I'm too young to experience this, I'm like a night owl, losing a freedom that I hope I can express my feelings to the people around me.

(Questioning herself while crying alone)

Tomorrow:

Scene #2: She smells a sweet fragrant like a bouquet of freshly bloomed roses in  at the balcony of her room and felt the feeling of being alone again. Her world become sad again that makes her cry again in that night.

Rosa: HAHAHA, why does the world seem unfair to me? Why can't I even sleep peacefully at night?

(She just cried until she fell asleep)

Tomorrow:

Scene #3: When she woke up, she went to their dining table in the kitchen and ate the sweet apple jam his mother had cooked.

Teresita: Oh honey good morning, how's your sleep?

Rosa: Good morning mom, it's fine hehe.

(Pretending that nothing happened to her every night)

Teresita: Good to hear my dear, so how's my apple jam? I cooked it for you.

(Her mother asked her with a wide smile)

Rosa: I kind of like it mom.

(Smiling at her mother)

Teresita: I bought you a wheels, you can use it now if you want.

Rosa: Thankyou mom.

In the evening:

Scene #4: Rosa lying on her bed, and her tears drop in her eyes again and she couldn't take it anymore, she ran to her mom and cried.

Teresita: Honey!! Why are you crying? What happen to you?

(She is nervous and worried about her daughter)

Rosa: Mom, why do I feel sad every night? Why do I need to experience this? It's too heavy mom, I can't handle it anymore. I need your hand mom.

(Crying while talking to her mother)

Teresita: Come here, hug mommy until your pain you feel disappears.

(And she came to her mother and hugged her, she felt the soft skin of her mother and said..)

Teresita: Child, you are not alone, I am here for you, I will love you no matter what happen, no matter what situation you're experiencing, okay?

Rosa: Thankyou mom, stay by my side please?

Teresita: I will honey.

Scene #5: Despite her mother support, she still sorrow and suffering at night that filled with a deafening silence. Until one day, Rosa admitted to her mother about her feelings.

Rosa: Mom, why am I like this every night? Why am I always hurt and scared? I could not do this alone, I need your hand. Huhuhu

(While asking she's crying)

Teresita: Honey, sometimes these feelings is normal, many people go though such emotion like what you’ve experienced. But don't worry, sometimes these are the way to learn how to face this kind of situation.

(Widely smile with her daughter)

After many days..

Scene #6: Rosa’s mother enter the room of her daughter and looking for her.

(Knock! Knock! and the doors open and she saw her daughter sleeping peacefully)

Teresita: From now on, I will guide you and control your emotions. As your mother, I'm hurting that I have no idea that you need to experience this kind of pain. Huhuhu

(Whispering to her sleeping daughter while crying)

Teresita: I will teach you how to calm down and focus on positive things. I will never let you again to feel this kind of pain, I'm sorry honey, I have no idea that you are experiencing this kind of situation. I will do my best to be a better mother for you, I will guide you until you get older.

As time passed by…

Scene #7: Through developing the skills that her mother taught, Rosa gradually learned how to fight her fears, sorrows and anxiety.

Rosa: Being a late bloomer is not easy, but with the help of my mother and my determination, I learned to fight the darkness of the night and hope for the light of the morning. Before, I am the child who suffers every night but always saying that “I am okay”, I always said that to myself and with my surroundings. Now, I was no longer afraid to seek help and support from my family and friends.

Rosa: For sure if she's still alive, until now she won't let me cry, I'm so lucky to have my mother. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be able to handle what I went through. Love our parents because their love is more than we do love we give for them.

( She smiled widely while talking to her students)

Rosa: Okay class thankyou so much, enjoy the family day, be with your family for the rest of the day.

Imagery

Visual-have a beautiful wide smile, bright cute eyes.

Auditory- Enter the room and Knock the door knock! knock!

Olfactory- She smells a sweet fragrant.

Gustatory- Ate the sweet apple jam his mother had cooked.

Tactile- She came to her mother and hugged her, she felt the soft skin of her mother.

Thermal- A small, cold town.

Figures of speech

Simile- Like a bouquet of freshly bloomed roses.

Metaphor- Night owl.

Personification- The wind whispering through the streets.

Hyperbole- The moon and stars illuminate the sky, casting shadows seems to swallow the whole town.

Metonymy- I need your hand mom.

Synecdoche- I bought you a wheels.

Oxymoron- defeaning silence.

Irony- Before, I am the child who suffers every night but always saying that “I am okay”, I always said that to myself and with my surroundings.

Euphemism - Being a late bloomer is not easy.

Understatement- I kind of like it.

Lesson: Being not okay is okay. Life often throws us into situations where we find ourselves not okay, struggling to cope with the challenges that come our way. And that's okay. It's essential to remember that being vulnerable and acknowledging our emotions is not a sign of weakness but it reflects us that we are a human.

Mother's love is the best for me, they will give everything just to fullfil their responsibilities as a mother, they will not ignore us no matter what happen.