#Edible Souvenirs

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7 Insider Tips from Lonely Planet to Make the Most of Your Trip to Japan with the Aussie Dollar at a 10-Year High

If you’ve always wanted to travel to Japan, now’s the time to say konichiwa to this super-hot travel destination with the exchange rate at its best. These insider tips from Lonely Planet’s “Experience Japan” and “Experience Tokyo” make it even more kawaii (or cool): Crazy Commute For Tokyoites, the morning commute is a contact sport. On weekdays from 7.30am to 9am, millions squeeze into trains…

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Putting on last year's trans rigs stream from Drawfee before i have to get ready to go out with my mum and her bf today (bc i have the worst feeling in my gut he's gonna make that An Thing for me if given the chance today, aka whenever i eventually need the restroom while we're at Mystic)

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a family forged in curses – satoru gojo x reader

a/n: sorry i haven't been writing work has been burning me out and i've been playing the sims in my free time to cope wc: 3.2k you and satoru get called to the office after an incident with megumi at school. fluff, mama bear reader, talks of child neglect ((no one is neglected)), tsumikiii and megumiii best siblings. think i went off too hard with the principal idk why i was pressed

satoru gojo sat in one of the stiff chairs of the principal’s office. heavy glands of sweat formed on his temple and slipped down to the hem of his uniform shirt. he braced the clamminess of his hands against the curve of the leather armrest. the air was thick, and as his chest heaved he inhaled the tension that constricted his throat with a tight burn. the fear was unfamiliar, spurring on the unsettling agitation of his stomach.

megumi was seated behind him, seemingly just as terrified– his eyes blown wide in horror as he stared at the black and blue knuckles laid in his lap. there was a dried bloodstain on his thumb, taunting him. he covered it with his opposite hand. 

it was a nice day outside, the sun was shining and it wasn’t too hot or too cold. sunlight filled the room and reflected off of the finish of the principal’s wooden desk.

“these recent developments in megumi’s behavior, truly, are just detestable. i truly can’t say i’ve seen anything like it in the years i’ve worked at this school.”

satoru’s eyes flickered to you, seated closest to the door. your hands were neatly clasped together over your crossed legs, posture straight as if it’d be graded. there was an attempt to portray yourself with amiableness, but he caught the disgust in your eyes. he’d seen it before, when making contact with the blood of a curse, the times utahime tried to cook for faculty parties, when satoru himself shoved his overseas souvenirs in your face that were way too sweet to be considered edible. though, they paled in comparison to the rage you seeped now. your smile was relaxed, polite, but the rest of your face was pinched with frustration. the temptation of smoothing over the space between your eyebrows tugged at his fingertips, but was pushed to the side as he watched the air around you turn to steam. 

on the way in you passed the nurse’s office. with a glance you caught on to the fact that there were a handful of middle schoolers sporting the spoils of megumi’s martial arts training. they were older, bigger, with teary eyes and blubbering incoherently about the recent string events to the staff. among them, tucked in the corner, was a kid much smaller and seemed to meet a different fate. he hugged his knees to his chest and stared longingly at the wall. there were a few scratches on his forehead and a crack in the lens of his glasses.

“it’s my understanding that megumi doesn’t have many friends here, and i’m afraid further acts of delinquency will only disconnect him from his peers.” the principal inhaled deeply. “it’s safe to say he already is considered a disgrace of some sort. his own sister seems to avoid him in the halls.”

your chest bobbed with slow, calming breaths. despite that, your tone was harsh, “i don’t mean to interrupt, but from my understanding, megumi stepped in on another student who was forced to eat pavement in the courtyard.”

megumi visibly winced at your inflection, curling himself into his seat a bit more and tucking his hands under his thighs. in the back of his mind, he knew he’d do it again. but he would do anything to prevent you from showing up to his school like this. the first few times an incident like this happened, it had been gojo alone who was called (he was much closer, with you being sent off on missions. and the staff preferred to speak with another teacher– it would be sound logic if it wasn’t gojo).

gojo, who nodded absentmindedly to the concerns of the staff and took megumi out for ice cream after. ice cream for himself, really– megumi’s appetite was usually flushed out by his embarrassment as soon as they left the office. he would probe gently at megumi’s antics, and conclude their outing by promising to downplay when speaking to you later.

the principal was a stout man, before you sat down you caught the slight wind of his feet swinging back and forth behind his desk. there was a disconnect between where the part in his hair once was and where the shiny toupee settled on his head. every so often, he scratched it with uncertainty and tousled his ‘hair’ into sticking in different directions.

“that is… handled–”

“because he handled it.” you said sharply, dragging your smile to your features again. the principal was seeing through it much more now. 

he sighed. “i called you here more to discuss the state of megumi’s relationships.”

“and how is this relevant to the incident at hand?” you spoke slowly, nodding your head forward as if to say: choose your next words wisely. 

“well, it’s hardly isolated. in most situations like these, the root cause stems from home life.” he rushes out his words, his accusatory stare turning to one of caution as he meets your eyes again. not so much for your sake, but for his. “to be frank, i don’t believe he’s receiving the right attention at home.”

there was a quiet shuffle outside, against the office door. out of your peripheral, you watched as a shadow was cast over the sliver of light peeking through the bottom by the squeaky rubber of what you knew were two pink tennis shoes. 

your jaw, if possible, tensed even more. megumi’s head snapped to you, catching the slightest tick as you jutted your chin in the direction of the principal. once he wasn’t so taken by fear, he could appreciate your ability to contain the cursed energy that flowed through you. he was unable to detect even a rouse of energy, whereas his nerves manifested in the palms of his fists with an unruly flame licking his forearms. beside him, he sensed the presence of gojo’s infinity, activated on pure reflex as his body recognized the looming hostility in the atmosphere.

“i have to say i disagree–” your head tilted to the side, and you ignored the loud gulp of your counterpart. 

“i expected as much. it’s my understanding that neither of you are all that present at home, it’s been said you both take long trips out of town for your work? is that true? have you considered the effects this has on megumi and tsumiki? i’ve heard she often–”

in an instant, your pupils shrank themselves into the size of needles, the color of your eyes remaining concentrated with anger. the muscles around your eyes twitched as you fought off the indignant expression that threatened to reveal itself.

“and i find this an inappropriate conversation to broach with megumi in the room,” your voice raised slightly as you cut him off. “there is a time, a place, and a counselor more suited for this discussion– and you’ve overlooked every measure and jumped to the conclusion he’s neglected? and from what, exactly? things that have ‘been said’ on campus grounds, by other children? rumors? i’m ashamed to see the lack of forethought prior and instead you jump to scrutinize blindly.”

every word was charged with venom, further filling the office space with an uncomfortable strain at their muscles. satoru winced, sliding his palms over the armrest to relieve himself of the sticky sweat he’d accumulated– and he had unconsciously squeezed the metal into a new shape. his chest was tight as you sucked the air from his lungs and used it to break down the principal with the eloquence of your words.

“it speaks to the reputation you’ve accrued, though. i expected as much.”

“excuse me–!”

you raised your palm. “i’m not sure i can. you summon us to an office to insult us and insunitate we aren’t parenting our son, not even present in his life, and on top of it have the gall to call him a delinquent?”

you rose to your feet, narrowed eyes still settled on the man in front of you. megumi and satoru were quick to rise with you, unsteady hands settling on their chairs to prevent them from hitting the floor. the principal went ignored as he urged satoru with his eyes to speak up, to put a stop to the scene before him. unfortunately for him, satoru’s eyes were trained on you with unwavering loyalty, waiting with baited breath for your next move. 

the principal faced his palm to you, gesturing for you to sit. “miss y/l/n–”

“it’s gojo.” you snagged your jacket from the armrest, glowering eyes promptly cutting him off. he gawked like a fish out of water, a thin layer of sweat beginning to sheen over his forehead. “you better update your damn records before the next time i’m back here.”

you opened the door swiftly, catching tsumiki side-stepping at the last second to feign innocence. a futile attempt, you both know, as she reddens with embarrassment and turns her head with a lingering pout.

following you into the empty halls of the middle school was like a breath of fresh air for satoru and megumi, the cool atmosphere consoling them from the warping heat of your vexation. the raven-haired boy gravitated to his sister as they shared a concerned expression, your unaccustomed anger driving knots into their stomachs. your silence was deafening, the only sound being the rapid thumps of your footsteps overshadowing the entourage of much quieter ones behind you.

satoru fell into step with you, slipping his glasses down to the tip of his nose as he observed. it was in his nature to poke the bear, to push and push and push until it broke, and he would relish in the chaos that followed. however, since you were thrust upon his life his mind was overridden with an instinct to preserve your open heart laid bare before him, to ease your tensions and give until there was nothing left of him. to pull you closer and closer until you were one.

at your wish, he’d part the seas and move mountains and throw himself across every puddle in between for you to walk on.

“tsumiki, megumi, can you go get your stuff from your lockers?” your tone softened, despite the crinkle you still held between your eyebrows. even as your anger dissipated, your frustrations lingered like the kindling of a fire ready to light itself again.

they nodded fervently, disappearing down one of the hallways with quick footsteps. satoru kept himself in line with you as you approached the vestibule of the school entrance, a delicate hand finding your wrist and fingers pressing gently into your palm. 

he closed the distance, leaning into you. his voice ghosted the shell of your ear as he teased, “you know, seeing you get all riled up was kind of hot.”

you scrunched your nose, biting back a smile. you didn’t have to look at him to know he was wiggling his eyebrows. unfortunately, even the days you tried to wallow in your anger he was there to sweep it away. “yeah, right. that’s why you were shaking in your boots.”

“shaking? me?” his free hand splayed against his chest and he looked to the ceiling with a roll of his eyes. “only out of concern for that poor principal.”

“you don’t think he deserved it?”

“i think you went too easy on him.” satoru smirked. it was your turn to roll your eyes. 

the two of you fell quiet again, satoru with an unrelenting stare. you finally met his eyes as he silently wished for, he poured admiration into his gaze and hopes you would let it cling to you in the way he was desperate to with his own arms.

your eyebrows narrowed again as a heavy could hung over your heade. as you began to reflect, your shoulders sagged under the weight of your thoughts. “he’s wrong though, right?” 

satoru forced you to take a proper hold of his hand, squeezing as you averted your gaze. 

“of course he’s wrong, we’re great to that little brat.” he threw his arm up in exaggeration, his body closely following as it wrapped itself around your shoulders like it had a mind of its own. there’s a comment lingering on the tip of his tongue, he doesn’t utter it, knowing it’s stinging the back of your mind as well– it was either us or the zenin clan. “both of them. if they had any issues i’m sure they would’ve ran away already.”

you frowned at him. long ago, when satoru had first dragged them into your life, the fear loomed over you daily. the possibility of them running away, deciding the streets would be better than two crazed strangers that spoke of monsters and cursed energy, had constricted your muscles with fear to the point of physical exhaustion. 

you always tormented yourself with the question if they really liked living with you, being raised by you despite the chaos of jujutsu (and the excruciating taunts of satoru gojo). 

come to think of it, you don’t know the last time something like that crossed your mind. 

“really. you’re doing a great job, you always have. especially considering our…” he lowered his voice to a playful whisper, “unconventional circumstances.”

“do you think they want to leave?”

“not a chance. i’m sure they’re siphoning money out of my bank accounts as we speak, and they’ll use me ‘til i die.”

you smiled, shaking your head. the fear in your composure was beginning to resolve, as you melted into the warmth of his hand. he took that as his invitation to reel you in closer, wrapping his arm around your waist. he reached forward and gently pressed his thumb into the space between your eyebrows, satisfying the urge that had been buzzing his fingertips for what felt like forever. pride swelled in his chest when he pulled his hand away and you relaxed, your expression no longer holding on to your sorrows.

for good measure, he placed a sloppy, wet kiss in your cheek that you squealed at. he grinned as you tried pushing him away through your laughter, slapping against his chest– a futile attempt as he only tightened his grip on you and pulled you impossibly closer to land another one on your opposite cheek. 

“you– are so– annoying–!” you claimed through giggles, wiping your cheek with the back of your hand. his slobber came with it, all that remained being the hot flush of embarrassment.

“how could you wipe away my love so easily?” he pouted. he began to dip you– or rather, you began to dip yourself as he leaned closer and closer. 

“we’re at a school, there could be children around.” you wrapped your arms around his neck, dangerously close to being horizontal. 

“so? at some point they take a sex ed class, right?”

“satoru!”

after scurrying through the halls, tsumiki watched with a bored stare as megumi stretched for the top shelf of his locker for his textbooks, her arms crossed as she leaned against the cream locker next to his. he still had to rise to his tippy toes, being a little less than a head shorter than her. she heard that boys hit their growth spurts later and it was a lot more sudden, she wondered if he’d end up taller.

he slipped each book into the backpack hanging half-zipped on his shoulder at a leisure pace. his pinched expression had a striking similarity to the one you held barreling out of the office, though he held less anger, and he seemed disconnected from his surroundings. there was a fog over his eyes while he mulled over his thoughts.

she rolled her eyes at the mysterious demeanor he fought so hard to maintain. she believed he probably thought he seemed cool that way– too cool to express his vulnerability.

“so, she called you her son.”

megumi glanced at her with a quick side-eye, pausing the rough shove of his textbook into his bag. as much as he wished to stay reserved and withdrawn from the rest of the world, she always seemed to know what he was thinking. annoyance weighed in his chest.

“okay, so?”

she looked at him expectantly. “so, how do you feel about it?”

“i feel fine.”

“are you going to say anything to her?”

he rolled his eyes. “it was a slip of the tongue, tsumiki. there’s nothing to say.”

she glared for a brief moment, before reaching for the last book at the top of his locker. it was tucked in the corner too far for him to grab himself, she wondered how he got it up there in the first place.

tsumiki handed it to him, and he begrudgingly accepted it. as much as he hated asking for help, he hated her offering without asking much more. 

“you know that’s not true. i heard her talking in there, she didn’t stutter once. she knew what she was saying, even if she was pissed off.”

he was quiet, shutting the metal door with a soft click that contrasted his hardened expression. or, the attempt he could muster with reddened cheeks and a gentle understanding in his gaze. guilt filled his stomach, you were really pissed. “so, what, you want me to start calling her mom?” he continued with a mumble, “i’m not calling gojo dad, ever.”

tsumiki didn’t point out that he implied he was open to calling you mom, instead turning her head with a proud smirk. ”pfft, he’d never let you live it down.”

the pair fell into stride in the hallway, soft footsteps echoing in the halls. megumi caught the glances of his peers in their classrooms, peaking into the hall window with curiosity wondering why they’d be roaming.

“maybe we get her a mother’s day card this year,” tsumiki pondered out loud, reflecting on the day in years past. thank you cards had sufficed thus far, despite the lingering tension around the holiday and the bouquets thrown on your dining room table, none of you ever broached the topic of motherhood.

megumi stayed quiet, looking out the window and ignored the growing grin of his sister. she knew well the lack of his pushback might as well have been him jumping up and down with glee. the picture drew out a muffled giggle that made his cheeks burn.

“do you think she’s mad?” he asked out loud. he knew you were. as long as you’d been in their lives there was an everlasting sweetness of your composure, and he wasn’t quite sure what to expect. 

tsumiki laughed loudly now, though short-lived as they turned the corner and spotted you at the end of the hall. your hair was a bit tousled and your husband had his arms wrapped around you pathetically, whining about something she was sure you could all agree was insignificant. you stood tall to the best of your ability, being weighed down by the stature of a 6’3” man.

your eyes snapped to them with a natural instinct, spotting the slightest figure of your dependents, your kids, and keeping a watchful eye. your gaze softened as tsumiki grinned, grabbing her brother's arm and pulling him to match her quickening pace.

she was always quite perceptive. from afar, she detected the warmth of your admiration reaching out with tentative fingers carefully beckoning them into your embrace. 

“i think she’s over it.”

(p.s. you weren’t– megumi was on dish duty and had to help tsumiki with her english homework that week.)

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New Homes | Platonic Yandere Tweels x Child Reader

“From today on (Y/n), you’ll be hanging out with the Leech family so please…be on your best behavior.” 

Your father was always a little timid. Always speaking with a little quake in his voice. His eyes were always wide darting around. His softer hands like to shake as well. Always wavering even when he held you tight. 

Your father is timid. which is why he warns you when he leaves you with the Leech family. Babysitters always make him nervous. It must be because there are two this time—two babysitters with lopsided haircuts and smiles filled with sharp daggers for teeth. 

“Hello little (Y/n), we’ll be sure to take good care of you.”

“Oi (Y/n), you a swimmer?”

The twins were nice…for teenagers. Other teenagers you knew would sooner shove your head underwater than help you tread it. Other teenagers also didn’t jump at the chance to fight people but that was other teenagers. Not the Leech twins. 

“(Y/n), I told you not to look at Floyd when he’s doing that.”

“But that guy is still holding onto our ice cream.”

“We’ll have some at home. Don’t point at him it’s rude.”

Jade is the twin with his bang on the left side of his face. He’s proper and polite, always doing his best to keep you on schedule. Helping you with your homework when he notices you’re struggling or reading to you when it's time to sleep. 

“Let me blow your nose.”

“Mmm okay.” 

“Good job. Are you ready to go over the edible mushrooms again?”

“Mm okay.”

Floyd is the twin with a yellow left eye and a pitchy voice. He’s loud and silly, always doing fun things that make the day exciting like running in the halls of the manor or playing tickle-monsters when you’ve been working too long.

“I just have to finish these sheets and then I can play!”

“Boooriing!  Let’s just play now!”

“B-but Jade said–”

“Jade can make you catch up later! Let’s get our water guns!”

“Yay!”

They were always so much fun to be around, even work wasn’t so bad with them around. They made a place for you in their giant home. Giving you a room as big as your living room back home, which you slowly filled with the larger souvenirs from your days together.

Speaking of home, it was becoming harder to recall. Trying to remember when you thought of your home if the bathroom was to the left of your room or your father’s. It was an odd feeling that sat at the back of your mind when you looked at the glow-in-the-dark ceiling art. Consciousness fading in and out it didn’t stop your brain from planting the seed of curiosity.

“Why…am I at their house so much?”

Usually, the answer would have been simple. Your father worked late so you had babysitters. But you didn’t go to their house usually. They also didn’t feed or play with you as long as they did but that was beside the point. 

“(Y/n), you’re playing with your food.”

“Oh sorry Missus Leech.”

You made quick work of the beans on your plate, enthusiastically scarfing down what you could. It didn’t feel right to disappoint Missus Leech, while she never once yelled; there was just this feeling about her. One that called for respect. 

“Take your time, (Y/n). I was only worried you’d drift off to sea.”

Looking up at her, tilted your head in confusion.

She let out a giggle. The adult kind that made you feel embarrassed. Looking at Jade, he had an amused smile too, “She means your mind, (Y/n).”

“Oh, I guess a little.”

“What’ya thinkin’ about elver?”

Floyd spoke between bites of food, reminding you to do the same. 

“I just think I miss my home a little bit.”

Taking another hefty bite you missed the disdain on someone’s face. A purposeful cough brought your attention up to the patriarch at the head of the table.

“How are those new shoes we bought together?”

Lighting up at the memory of your new shoes, you barely finished chewing. 

“So cool! Everyone at school thought they were nice too! And I got so many compliments.”

The older man laughed, nodding his head. “Good. Good. Maybe we should go shopping again soon.”

“Okay!”

Dinner went on like usual with dessert ending your time at the dinner table. Letting Jade and Floyd lead you to your bathroom to begin your nightly routine. You fought off the urge to yawn while Jade helped you brush your teeth, failing when he told you to spit. 

“It’s always nice when Mama and Papa come back from trips.” 

Floyd spoke with his back lying on the giant bed, filled with stuffed animals and pillows. He was tossing your clowned fish stuffy in the air catching it with ease. 

Jade still smiling continued buttoning up your pajamas, “Yes, it seems like the trip went well.” 

He looked at you, reminding you to follow him to your bed. “What about you (Y/n)? Did you miss them?”

Your eyelids were feeling heavy. You rubbed them to try to wipe the feeling away.

“Uh yeah.”

Helping Jade shuffle your stuffies around to make a place for you a knock at the door was heard. Floyd must have opened it because by the time you turned Missus Leech was there.

“Mama!” 

Rubbing at Floyd’s head she waved to you and Jade.

“Hi there! I was wondering if I could join you for bedtime?”

You couldn’t tell if The question was for you but if it was Jade answered anyway.

“Of course, Mother. We were just about to read their bedtime story.”

Tucked in next to Missus Leech you let yourself lean against her as she flipped through the pages of the book. Letting her words soothe your mind with the familiar words. Jade and Floyd were close by too making you comfy enough to go to sleep.

When the story was done, everyone gave you goodnight kisses before heading for the door. With the last of your energy, you remembered something important.

“Floyd, are you picking me up tomorrow or Daddy?”

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The teenager was squeezing the fleshy cylinder shape with an intensity strong enough to bend metal. The crunching and squelching of a man’s neck barely brought comfort to Jade as he continued to squeeze his hands.

“There there Jade, these things take time. It was optimistic that they’d forget by now.”

Unfortunately, the words of his father didn’t calm him down. He headed over to his next target, this time allowing them to throw a punch. Dodging the punch he cradled their hand, maneuvering his arm around until it snapped in the opposite direction. The screaming that followed would have curdled blood for most but it was a lesser result to Jade. Who ended it quickly with a firm kick sent backward and into the skull. The crunch that followed and the abrupt cut to the scream allowed the Leech twin to breathe. 

“I knew they wouldn’t forget. Despite all the work we’ve done. But they still expect him to come.”

His father stepped forward, avoiding the bodies to place a comforting hand on Jade’s shoulder.

“Perhaps he still does…to them.”

Jade’s eyes widened, the implication bringing a stark realization. He turned to his father, his yellow gaze answering the unspoken question. 

To think that with all the work he was saddled with, the sniper still hadn’t abandoned his child. The likelihood was slim but possible. There were quite a few blind spots when it came to the school. Jade had previously ignored them because of the promised security of their contract with the one who wanted him dead. But it seems that wasn’t all they needed to worry about.

“Do you think he plans to take them again?”

“I’d hope not,” entering the warehouse was Fiona Leech having traded out her evening dress for a jumpsuit and shoving a receiver of a baby monitor in her pocket, “our little elver is just about to be settled. It’d be cruel to try moving them again..”

“I don’t think he cares at this point,” Jasper Leech suggested. Pulling out a revolver, he casually aimed and shot the two people tied in the back of the warehouse. He continued, “I hear he’s been getting sloppy with the jobs that one has so graciously allowed him to fix.” 

Jade balanced himself wiping his shoe clean with a rag, chiming in himself. 

“Now he’s trying to go back on his word. Absolute scum.”

“I’d hate for us to pull them out of school, more change is not what that kid needs.”

“I wouldn’t mind limiting my club activities to partake in homeschooling.”

His mother held his face patting his head fondly as she cooed,” You’re a good boy Jade but you have your new job and all those plans I wouldn’t want you to give that up.”

Jasper sighed, scratching the well-groomed stache on his face. “Guess that means we’re ending our contracts early.”

“Seems so…..Now Jade go on get to bed you have school in the morning.”

“Yes, Mama.”

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The shade was nice on sunny days. The coolness that came with the blackened space near the fence was like heaven. The spot was farther away from the plastic playground and the other children running all throughout. Minutes ago, you were just like them running wildly at a more loose game of sharks and minnows. 

Past the wood-chipped ground was the back of the school building where the teachers were chatting. Disappearing between the rectangular windows, their attention was on something inside. Distracted enough not to scold you for stepping away from the others. The triumph of your expert timing was the true prize. Relishing in the leaves of the trapezoid-shaped bushes pushing through the fence. Crunchy, tickling, and overgrown the feeling against your back was a minor trait of this sacred place. 

There was also the oddly pressing poke of something warm coming through the hole of the fences. Turning to confirm your suspicions, you smiled.

“Hi, Papa.”

“Hello, my Starlight!”

Turning around to mirror his position you laid on your tummy to look him in the eye. His tactical glasses were off and his hair had changed. His longer hair was gone, traded out for a faded cut. Different but still your father. You let his larger gruffer fingers hold your own through the fence, his hands for once not shaking. 

“Can I tell you all about my adventures?”

“Of course.”

He let you rant, smiling and nodding all along to all your different adventures. You even took off your shoes and showed him the flickering lights in its soles. He waited until you were out of breath before asking the question again.

“Would you like to come with Papa, this time?”

You hesitated kicking your feet against the wooden chips of the playground. 

“Are we going back to our home?”

“...No.”

Tilting your head,” Then are we going to the Jade and Floyd’s?”

The names made him shudder as he hurriedly shook his head. 

“W-we’re going someplace new….”

“Where are we going?”

He rubbed at his eyebrows. He was getting annoyed. But you knew you had to ask otherwise you’d be brought somewhere you hated. Like that one time.

“(Y/n) you’re curiosity is great but—”

“Does where we’re going have a bed? Does it have a kitchen? Are we going to be only eating the gas place’s sandwiches?”

He scrunched his hands into his hair, grasping for his non-existent flowing hair. His lips were quivering and his eyes were watering. It made you nervous, sitting up from your tummy and on your knees. You sent a look over your shoulder at the window–the teachers were still occupied. Looking down at your father, you silently sighed as you got into character.

“Hirano wherever you're taking that little Starlight, it better be the best place for a kid. Those Leech’s are makin’ sure they're on time at school, they're well-fed, and I haven’t gotten a call from protective services for a good while.”

“I know! I know Mama but they won’t let me leave. I screwed up! I screwed up really bad! If I don’t do another job for that guy, he’s going to have my head! B-but I want to go back to normal! I want to spend my days helping (Y/n) with homework and coming home and watching those silly cartoons with my Starlight–”

Your heart was aching and your eyes were getting watery. You waved a hand at your eyes and cleared your throat sticking your hand through the hole to hold his. 

“Y-you’ve got to get your ducks in order before you take your Starlight back–”

“But Mom!”

“Don’t but me…Starlight is safe. You’ve got to make sure you are too before you take them back.”

“But the debt I owe…it’s so big and their patience is thin. I don’t know if I’ll be able to come back….”

Taking a deep breath, you went back to your original position on your tummy. 

“Papa, I’m always going to be here. Safe and waiting for you. So you can go on your work trip I don’t mind.”

He smiled at that reaching through the gate to affectionately bop you on your nose. 

“That’s right…I’m just on a work trip. I’ll be back before you even notice. I’m gone!”

He began to scooch away but you stopped him calling for him to come back to the fence. You kissed his forehead and he kissed yours.

“I’ll….see you when you got back Papa….”

“Yup! You know it! If you need anything just ask your grandma, okay?”

“...Okay…”

Like that, he disappeared. 

You were left to stare at the disfigured leaves and dying branches. Burning the memory of his face into your mind.

“(Y/n)! Your brother’s here to pick you up.”

It took you a minute before you stood up again. Frantically wiping at the water streaming from your eyes, you waited until your throat was no longer croaky to finally respond.

“Coming!”

It was all a blur, saying goodbye to your friends and packing your backpack. The memories of the sweet older lady you used to spend so much time with. She taught you how to help your father, explaining the work he was in. It made your head hurt. Thinking about it now, you can say that’s why you stay at the Leech’s house so much.

“Ready to go little elver?”

“Yeah,” you stuck your hands up while he brought you up higher supporting you with his arms. You didn’t want to but you let your gaze fall on the disfigured spot in the bushes behind the playground fence. 

Floyd glared at the spot.

“What’s over there, (Y/n)?”

Visualizing him one last time. You’re glad you could say goodbye. Curling your head into his uniform’s collar, you blinked your extra tears away. 

“Nothing anymore…let’s go home, please.”

You missed the smile on Floyd’s face, laughing to himself as he made his way to the family car. 

“As always, little elvie!”

[haruchi-slit]

A SOUVENIR FROM SATORU

warnings: pussy eating, soft dom! Gojo, use of toys, lots of cursing, office sex?, fucking on the floor

a/n: not my best work, but have fun!

Your boyfriend Satoru, always, as in always brings a souvenir, edible, keychains, expensive or not he will always bring you something, after his business trip or missions but this time..it was not what you expected.

"I have a souvenir for youu~!" Your boyfriend says as he runs to you with a bright aura, holding the gift bag from behind,

"It better not be expensive Gojo Satoru" you glared

"wwuu, scary as always! anyways, here just take it, you'll love it I promise~ hehe~!" he tries not to chuckle as he hands the gift bag to you.

"open it loveyy!" he said beaming with energy,

you once again glared at him as you opened the gift bag, and boy... it was a rampat bunny..you looked at it in shock, and with flustered cheeks as you looked back at him, you were confused, chuckling you asked him,

"What am i going to do with this?", he leans closer to you. "I'll be using that later" he response, and leans back out, and smiled like nothing ever happened.

"Is it for me or.." you asked, he laughs at your response, "See you later y/nieeee! the higher ups are looking f'me." he squishes your cheeks and left a peck on your lips, you watched him walk away, you looked down on the gift bag, making sure if it's really a rampat bunny,

"what the fuck.." you reached the item from the bag, and observed it, it's black, and you estimated that it was 5-7 inches long, out of curiosity, you pressed a button, with made the vibrator move,

"Oh my fucking-! what the fuck?" you screeched, when the item moved like a worm.

✧LATER THAT DAY✧

"nnn~ 'T-Toru, gahh- s'too much" you whined, as Satoru has you on his lap with spread legs, his left hand spreading your wet folds.

"Baby, it's only on level 2" he says chuckling at your pathetic aroused state, running his finger up and down to tease your abused clit, your brain was practically a mush with how much pleasure you were feeling, with the vibrator moving and hitting your g-spot you knew you'd cum in a minute, you knew you're close, so Satoru was quick to notice that, so he held the end of the vibrator using his right arm and shoved it deeper in your pulsating cunt hitting you g-spot, your body shivered and arched with the immeasurable pleasure you've received,

"Nghh~, so fucking gooodd 'Toru." you moaned as you released your orgasm, Satoru removes the vibrator from your gaping hole and set it aside, and had you limping and standing on the desk,

"Bend over baby," he says as he guides your waist to bend over

"Satoru- wh-what are you doin~" you babbled as for, Satoru he's already running his nose to your exposed pussy, overstimulating your delicate body,

"hwuu~ S'toru f-fuck, im still sensitive there, oh good god, baby-!" you tried to warn Satoru, who's inserting his middle and pointing finger in your hungry cunt,

"Try to keep still baby" he says, groaning in your pussy, sending a tingling sensation to your core.

All clothes on the office floor, pussy juices was dripping on the floor too, as Satoru messily eats your cunt like it's a five star meal,

"Satoru s'too much" you mewled trying to support your body, your knuckles was already white on how tight you were gripping on the desk, your nails leaving scratches on Gojo's desk too!

"Satoru, baby i'm s'closee!"you said, giving your warning, as you orgasm on his pretty face.

"So sweet, did you ate pineapple baby?" he jokes, as he pumps his cock on his palm, he then turns you around to face him, you saw his throbbing, angry, pink tip releasing beads of pre-cum he catches his breath trying to control it, as he gave you a passionate kiss, slowly entering your pussy,

you can feel him throbbing cause of the long neglecting, and finally he's in you, you pussy was quick to suck him in as soon as he enters his dick bulges on your tummy which means he's reaching your cervix, you're still high from your orgasm but Satoru seems to be enjoying to overstimulate and fuck you dumb,

"Satoru it's too much baby, ha-!" you broke the the kiss as you squirmed beneath him scratching his bare back and neck,

"Baby please I'll let agh- rest hmm s'good! when im done" he stutters bearly making a sentence cause of how you suck him in, he was having a hard time to go back and forth in your pussy causing him to whine even more.

A few minutes go by, when someone knocked on Satoru's Office,

"Gojo, Principal Yaga is looking for you." The voice was familiar, it was Shoko,

You heard it too despise being fucked dumb, you're not deaf, so to get back at Gojo you purposely clenched your walls tighter, causing him to stutter,

"O-oh ngh, Yeah be ha-! right there, S-Shoko hng" Satoru responds,

"Yeah, ok come quick" Shoko response, and walks away, "have a good fuck too" she mumbles on her way out.

"Oh- yeah be right there shoko nyenye" you laughed mocking him, in which he responded with a hard slap on your breast, "Hghh" you whined, as he slams you on the floor bucking your hips forward his cock pounding raw in your pussy, "You like that hm?" he grabs your hair, you couldn't respond cause of the pleasure, the stinging pain from the slap, and how hard he's grabbing your hair, you had your eyes crossed to the back of your head and tongue lolled out with saliva dripping out of your mouth,

"Satoru ah! ah! ah! hgh!" you screamed, with every scream it was punctuated, you swear you saw cloud nines with how good he's fucking you,

"Mmnh, 'bout to ohh god!- bout to cum, y/n baby" he says thrusting in you with no remorse.

"Fuck-!" he tries to hold his moans back as he shoots thick, creamy white threads in you.

"I'm so sorry baby ha- i just missed you sooo fucking much.." he says as he snaps his hips deeper in your pussy, making sure there were no cum spilling out, with his final thrust you came, you cum and his mixing together, you kissed him, "It's ok baby, i missed you too" you uttered, as you kissed him once again on his forehead.

"Okay that's enough you two, Gojo Sir Yaga is looking for you." Geto says behind Satoru's office door.

a/n: as promised 👻

[talon-dragonbeast]

nobody asked but i wanted to share my hoard bc im reorganising it and taking pictures helps my motivation

first heres the group of found objects. from left to right we have: a jar with two dust spirits from spirited away, two broken earrings, a zipper, three souvenir coins (two from italy and one from england), an interrogation symbol candle, a small button, an eiffel tower, a false chestnut (non-edible), a broken van pin, a bigger button, a dragonfly jewelry, an earth keychain, and four dice (blue, red and green)

rocks! i have more but i put them in a lil altar thingy :]

random animal figurines (left to right): monitor lizard (or possibly komodo dragon, idk), sheep, fruit-dinosaurs, flareon, turtle, dragon, monkey, pikachu and random marine dinosaur (i think its from the avatar movies)

broken technology (phone and tamagotchi) and a bonus stim strawberry

frogs! (lots)

and heres how it looks all together! i think it looks really cool :} reminder that your hoard is unique and no one but you can tell you how it should be!

[copperbadge]

The stoner with ADHD's dilemma: take an edible and have a rad afternoon, or take an Adderall and have a slightly less rad but way more productive afternoon? Can't do both!

Today has gone well, but not quite optimally. I did get a lot of things done that needed doing, but not everything I had hoped.

I went to the library and did some digital tidying-up, which was the reason I reserved a study room there, but I didn't get to polish off the last few replies to various book and short story crit on AO3. From there I went to Christkindlemarket to get some souvenir mugs for my parents, but did not get a) lunch or b) the chance to shop for gifts for people, because it was an opening-weekend madhouse. It's close enough I can walk there on a long weekday lunch, so that's fine, but not having gifts for some of my friends is making me agitated.

(While at the library I did finally go through my shopping spreadsheet and I only need to buy physical gifts for a few people, so the worry is greatly lessened.)

Went to Target and DID get the cashews I required, DID NOT find a single other grocery item I was looking for. I was supposed to stop at the hardware store after Target and buy some custom-color wall paint but I couldn't handle the idea of talking to the Paint Guy. Like, painting is another agitation-inducing problem right now, but I could handle having the paint and maybe even using it, I just couldn't bring myself to talk to someone about it first.

Now that I'm home I'm supposed to hang up a shelf and do some tidying for the catsitter, but instead I packed for my trip to Texas on Tuesday and now I'm on the sofa with Dearborn, surfing Tumblr. Packing is something I love doing and will often do days ahead of time, so it's less a chore than it is a delightful task that I know most people think is a chore and so it's my excuse not to do chores.

But you know, this is why it's rough to have tasks lined up that don't easily align with timing one's work for the day. I've definitely done at least two hours of work today! It just doesn't feel like it. And I remind myself that nobody will die if the shelf gets hung tomorrow or if my next book isn't published until January, and if nothing I needed to buy gets bought until my next paycheck, that might be better anyway.

[theglidingbat]

Ok but Krypton!lives au but clark isn't some jerk alien prince, he is a brat no doubt but he's also just so oblivious to everything. Have some of my headcanons for this:

•I imagine it starting with kal el dropping down on Kansas farm [grown up and shit] being found by the Kents as they patch him up and take him down on the guest room, he wakes up freaks out a bit speaking in kryptonian and just floating around the house being overly careful of everything, ma and pa kent are confused and so is Kal, he tries to communicate with them and they finally find a common ground and after a month clark finally learns the human language.

•zod has managed to exile kal from his home planet, suffice to say kal el is currently heartbroken and looking for help

•Kal just saw some random pair of glasses and thought they were so cool so now he just wears them whenever he's in casual clothes but is in no way trying to hide his identity, people are just that dumb.

•Does not get social cues at all and will unwillingly say the wrong thing at the wrong time, he's just a happy little guy who wants to explore this strange planet and then go home

•he particularly likes rock music despite his personality, he finds hardcore metal music soothing

•he once tried to eat Batman's ears, in his defence they looked edible to him,

•Diana loves to fill in kal with false information about the human race, kal is not stupid enough to belive them but follows them anyways just because he thinks it would be funny

•Bruce has a very subtle crush on him and kal notices this immediately, he's confused as to why Bruce pretends to hate him

•The whole league [escpically bruce] is overprotective of him, lex Luthor doesn't stand a fucking chance

•Kal el has no filter and will call you out with a bright innocent smile and float away moving on with his day

•Kal lives in the watchtower only visiting earth for league business, he rarely works alone

•he floats near the Zeta tubes almost everyday hoping to see bruce and when he's not there he's disappointed

• he refuses to walk, he thinks he's done enough walking for a life time and bruce has to tug on kal's cape to make sure he isn't floating above his seat

•he is way more capable of communicating his emotions in kryptonian then in English, he will switch to kryptonian when he's ranting or angry

•Diana and Barry are the ones who suggest he make a civilian identity, and thus is born reporter clark kent.

•He still visits the Kents here and then bringing them souvenirs from space

•Does not understand when someone is flirting with him but will bring bruce random animals he finds in the wild as gifts because "I heard from Jason you like adopting tiny lonely beings"

•he's still pretty good at hiding his identity somehow and at this point as learned all social cues and slang thanks to lois

•yet he still decides to fuck with the league, he gives batman forehead kisses, he once called green lantern a thot ["does that not mean thoughtful?"] And will very knowingly insult anyone who even looks at his loved ones the wrong way

•while bruce is more open of his protectiveness [and possessiveness] of clark, Clark himself is more subtle and quiet about it, but not forgetting he's still technically a spoiled prince of Krypton cannot share. He snatches bruce and gets pouty whenever bruce is talking or flirting with anybody else

•it takes them five years to get together but it finally happenes and they start dating

•the kryptonians finally find clark and force him to go with them but clark now refuses even if his exile is over.

•unfortunately he really can't leave his planet behind and has to leave [he and bruce have a long sad conversation and clark breaks down]

•A month later bruce is handling another team meeting when Clark finally comes back

•he offically leaves Krypton to his older cousin Kara and moves in with bruce

•his favourite movies are the James bond movies

•The batfam all adore him

•Basically I want a Au of sweet innocent clark that's oblivious to innuendos and shit while bruce suffers in silence and the evolves into clark being a little shit who pretends he doesn't know what he's doing when pulls bruce close and whispers in his ear about smth knowing damm well he's doing things to Bruce.

Also-

Diana: Batman if your done fighting with your boyfriend, we need to leave

Batman: wha- kal is NOT my boyfriend!

Kal: (has only be in earth for a year) I'm not?

Batman: I-

Kal: Am I not your friend?

Batman: no kal I never said-

Kal: am I not a boy?

*jla snickering in the back*

[bmodiwrites]

Part 5 is finally here, y'all! I think this little series needs one more part, then Steve's Little Green Shorts will be done! Catch up on the previous parts here (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4) & read @infinite-orangepeel's original idea here. That little blurb started it all! There's adult stuff pretty much from the beginning, so it's under the cut. Minors, you know the way out!

It’s shockingly overwhelming to all the sudden get exactly what he wants.

Eddie ponders that thought as Steve hightails it out of the school’s parking lot. The look of determination and focus on Steve’s face is both adorable and thought provoking. Eddie isn’t cool enough to exist in any of the crowds that talk about popular kid gossip. Most of Eddie’s friends avoid all of those assholes like the  plague – self-preservation is a much stronger instinct than curiosity, after all.

He’s not up on the current news enough to understand this new Steve Harrington that’s sitting beside him.

Luckily, Eddie is positive he doesn’t have to know the reasons behind Steve’s actions to enjoy them. Especially now that he knows there’s much more fun to come.

It’s hard to resist the call to touch now that the dams been broken on Eddie’s tight seal of control. His fingers find the inseam of Steve’s jeans without much thought. They linger there, brushing up and then back down, up and then back down, for the rest of the drive. Eddie can’t decide if it’s a distraction for him or Steve… or maybe them both. With so many amazing things happening at once, Eddie needs a little grounding.

It's a total coincidence, then, that the warmth of Steve’s inner thigh is absolutely perfect for that sort of thing.

After getting settled, it feels like no time at all has past when they pull into Steve’s driveway. They’re in the richer part of Hawkins that Eddie doesn’t recognize at first glance, so he pushes those details aside. He’ll need Steve’s help to get home regardless of whether he knows where the hell they are, anyway.

Instead of lingering on that helplessness, Eddie turns his attention to the yummy swing of Steve’s ass in the shorts that started it all.

This pair is a little shorter than the ones Steve wore during the run. The color is a little more dull, too, like they’ve seen a few rotations through the wash. With each step that Steve takes, the fabric that’s already barely covering Steve’s ass rides up, revealing the pert swell of bare cheek. Eddie knows Steve doesn’t have any underwear on, so his imagination fills in all the blanks left behind by those edible little shorts.

The decision to ignore the rest of the world and give his all to Steve is a good one. They’re joint at the lips the moment the front door is closed. Eddie appreciates the adrenaline rush that comes with their fumble through Steve’s house to get to the bedroom. He doesn’t mind the harsh hits his back takes or the sudden loss of breath that comes with each push against a flat surface. If this is just a fever dream that Eddie’s living through, bruises are the best souvenirs. They’ll be there to remind him that this moment actually happened.

Soon enough, Eddie can’t string two thoughts together. Everything is Steve’s touch or his smell or the softness of his sheets under Eddie’s skin. His head is overran by stimulus Eddie only ever dreamed about before. He’s so mindless that he tells Steve he’s a virgin without a singular ounce of shame. He’s lucky that Steve is actually shaping up to be a good person; in the wrong hands, that sort of information can be weaponized to the fullest extent.

Steve, it seems, just gets off on it. His efforts redouble after Eddie’s babbled admittance. He’s quick to get Eddie’s jeans off and on the floor. Bare skin is on display long before Eddie can come to terms with the fact that this is actually happening. He’s still lingering in disbelief up until Steve’s lips wrap around the head of his cock.

At that point, the evidence is kind of hard to ignore.

Like Steve so easily said, Eddie is about to lose his virginity. There’s no doubt about it now.

The realization becomes an open invitation for Eddie to finally throw caution to the wind and help himself to the banquet before him. Instead of questioning his good fortune, Eddie takes ahold of his luck. His fingers dive into Steve’s hair, tugging at it lightly. The locks are so soft and strong that Eddie’s arousal spikes with each new pull he allows himself. Steve is going to look wrecked when he comes up for air… all because of Eddie’s carnal enjoyment. What is sexier than that?

Eddie finds out the answer to that question a few minutes later. As the need for air finally hits Steve over the head, he pulls off of Eddie’s cock with an audible moan. There’s a string of spit that’s hanging from Steve’s red and swollen lips. Eddie can feel the minute shift of it as Steve drags in harsh breaths. It’s hard to focus on anything else until Steve’s drags his tongue over his lips, affectively breaking the string of spit and making Eddie want to drool. Knowing what he knows about that devilish tongue, Eddie can’t look at it without shuddering.

But, that’s not what really gets Eddie going.

Steve, after catching his breath, gets up from his slumped over position between Eddie’s thighs. He stands tall on the ground, stretching his arms over his head. Each muscle up his stomach and chest and across his arms, ripples with the movement. Eddie watches his biceps flex and tug as Steve whips off his shirt. Those delicious green shorts are pushed down next, rendering Steve completely bare to Eddie. And though it’s the second time in less than an hour, something feels different about it now.

Steve’s nakedness is for Eddie’s eyes alone.

That thought, coupled by the heap of green fabric on the floor, lights Eddie on fire.

The sight before him is, hands down, the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.

Suddenly, the distance between them is too much. Eddie sits up so he can reach out and pull Steve to him. The other boy comes willingly, falling into Eddie’s easy embrace. They are kissing before either understands the magnetic way their bodies fell back together. Eddie’s arms wrap around Steve’s shoulders, wanting to keep the younger boy near.

They make out for so long, Eddie loses track of time. His eyes drift shut so feeling alone is his guide. Despite his previous inexperience, Eddie learns what Steve likes pretty quickly. It’s easy to lean the right way and drop his hands to the lower part of Steve’s back – drawing the noises out that Steve can’t help make it well worth the effort paying attention to the little things costs Eddie. Especially when the right roll of his hips jolts Steve back into action.

“I was plenty happy just to taste you,” Steve says as he pulls back to fumble through the bedside table. He doesn’t continue for a moment. It’s only the sound of rifling that fills the room. Then, a happy sigh leaves Steve’s lips. “A small piece won’t ever be enough, Eddie.”

Slightly taken aback, Eddie is distracted enough by Steve’s words to miss the sticky opening of the lube bottle. His mind is trying so hard to puzzle together what Steve means that Eddie doesn’t feel the breach of Steve’s finger until he’s well passed the first knuckle. The burn is new and odd and just enough to pull Eddie’s focus back to where it needs to be.

“Jesus, Steve – “ Eddie groans, unable to choke back his surprise. “That’s – “

Eddie can’t figure out the best way to describe the feeling, so he bites down on his lip to quiet himself down, instead. After a breath or two, the burning turns to something warm that tingles through his hips and up his spine. Relaxing makes it easier for Steve to replicate that feeling over and over and over again.

Soon, Eddie loses count of the amount of fingers Steve pushes inside of him – he’s gone completely stupid over dead on hits to the prostate and the delicious apprehension that lingers until the next delicate brush against that special place inside. He’s drooling through the new sort of pleasure that comes from being completely taken apart.

It’s so good that he immediately misses it when Steve decides that Eddie is finally ready. “Ah, Steve – I’m so close,” Eddie mumbles, completely wrecked. He’s clenching against the emptiness, fighting with the piece inside of him that wants to shout with dissatisfaction.

Thankfully, Steve is a merciful boy who gently pets Eddie’s face as he feeds him his cock. Eddie is so ready for the intrusion that he picks his hips up to thrust into Steve’s movements, helping him along. He easily ruins Steve’s attempt to be soft and sweet with his impatience. That’s plain to see when Steve bottoms out long before he initially expected. Eddie can’t help but moan in triumph – it’s delectable, catching Steve off guard.

“I’m never going to get used to you, am I?” Steve asks as he pulls his hips back. He thrusts them forward hard, not waiting for Eddie to answer. It’s apparent to them both, even without words, that nothing is ever going to be predictable, ordinary, or usual.

Especially the carnal way they come together.

Steve brings out a passion in Eddie that’s never expressed itself before. He clings tightly to Steve’s arms and back with each punishing thrust. Despite knowing it’s not the best idea, Eddie doesn’t choke back any of his sounds or reactions. He sees the way shouting Steve’s name makes his hips thrust forward harder, so Eddie screams it with reckless abandon.

His body becomes a source of pleasure tempered only by Steve’s touch.

Eddie can’t come until Steve’s hand wraps around the base of his cock, though it only takes the one squeeze to push him over the edge. The precum that’s been steadily dripping onto Eddie’s belly enhances the slide of Steve’s touch. His orgasm, when it hits, is transcending. Eddie can’t feel his toes or fingers or the tip of his nose as outright pleasure overwhelms him for what feels like the first time in his entire life.

The joy of the moment is further enhanced by Steve’s choked off “Eddie – “ as he too jumps off the edge into the abyss of that little death.

They collide somewhere in the darkness, clinging to each other in hopes of catching the returning light.

@infinite-orangepeel, @bidisastersworld, @babygirlstevesstuff, @kyoxyukiforever, @gregre369, @steddieassheg0es, @vampireinthesun, @blackpearlcjacks, @thikkiesixx, @carlyv, @maya-custodios-dionach, @messrsweasley, @princess-josephina, @steddiereid, @nicovania, @lifeisnotsobadonceyoustopcaring, @drwatsonsjournal, @original-cypher, @cinnamon-mushroomabomination, @witchofhawkins, @justanothergirlwithobsessions (comment below if you'd like to be added to part 6!)

[cogneato-inc]

The Gang+ Roadtrip Headcanons

(Unfinished and never going to be but I wanted to post what I have </3-)

Absolutely loves road trips, is packed days in advance, needs to see every tourist trap and truck stop:

Brett

Is PUMPED - he loves everything about road trips

Sitting in the passenger seat giving directions, driving and jamming with the music as loud as possible, sitting in the back and pointing out animals and funny signs

Very susceptible to billboards - if he’s driving he stops at every tourist attraction/interesting truck stop/sightseeing platform and loves it Every Time

Buys a souvenir from every state he goes through (but it’s always something Huge and Inconvenient to keep in the car, like a cowboy hat or a big ass sign that everyone tells him not to buy)

His road trip playlists are Elite - always classics, or a mix of everyone’s favorites so no one can complain too much

Glenn

Takes his kids on road trips !!! It kills his back but he loves taking them to historical monuments and whatnot

(Not relevant but he absolutely seems like the kind of man who Fucking Loves historical re-enactments ?? He’s out there I know it in my heart)

Everyone hates when he’s allowed to drive because he has terrible road rage and refuses to stop for bathroom breaks or food - not to make good time, but just because he likes The Power

But he’s also good at keeping himself awake so he’s usually the driver at night when the roads are empty

(He still manages to find the one other person on the road and gets cut off or something, curses them out and wakes everyone up-)

Andre

Big fan of terrible roadside attractions - shit like ugly dinosaur sculptures and giant household objects in the middle of nowhere

Loves ridiculous billboards, his camera roll is 90% billboard pictures after the trip

You might think he’s in charge of the snacks but you’d be WRONG

He Will Forget Them

Or only pack edibles and wait for everyone else to realize

Likes to get to the destination as fast as possible, groans every time the others ask to stop:

Reagan

I headcanon she gets carsick super easily and hates the cramped feeling of having to sit near all of the bags/other people

So by the time the trip is over she is LAUNCHING herself out of the car

In the driver’s seat most of the time to avoid the worst of her carsickness (enjoys the added bonus of being able to threaten the others by withholding stops for snacks-)

Robotus

Would probably enjoy it more if he could get out of the car </3

If he’s repaired and has some sort of disguise he actually really likes stopping at the little sightseeing spots (and some of the ridiculous tourist traps but he’ll never admit it)

Makes a snarky comment abt EVERY religious billboard he sees - is absolutely insufferable when going through rural areas

J.R.

I’m not sure how you would even get this man to go on a road trip ???

‘Why can’t I just take my private jet >:(‘

It takes a lot of convincing, I would not be surprised if he’s straight up Never been on a road trip

And he doesn’t,, hate it ? If it’s just the two of you he has fun - but he makes Frequent comments abt how much faster you could have been at your destination (and also probably just,, better destinations that you can’t drive to) if you’d flown

If the rest of The Gang is there he’s miserable - being surrounded by people the whole time has him So So Carsick, he insists on driving as much as possible

Hates it, complains the whole trip:

Myc

He can’t get out of the car, he isn’t allowed to drive (for Several reasons), and No One will let him play his podcast when it’s his turn with the aux

He is Complaining or Sleeping the entire time

[pix4japan]

Traditional Japanese Noodle Shop in Tokyo

Location: Jindai-ji Motomachi, Chofu City, Tokyo, Japan Timestamp: 13:51 on July 19, 2023

Established over six decades ago, Yaoki noodle restaurant finds its place alongside the main boulevard that leads to Tokyo's historic Jindai-ji Temple. Culinary delights include soba and udon noodles, crispy tempura, and a small menu of sake. Next door, their petite emporium offers edible souvenirs.

The third-generation proprietor continues to uphold the time-honored techniques of making soba pioneered during the Edo Period (1603-1867). The secret elixir of the noodle broth, a closely guarded family heirloom, has been passed down through the generations.

Jindai-ji Temple, an ancient Buddhist sanctuary nestled in Tokyo's outskirts, basks in a lush canopy of greenery and enjoys many natural springs.

The temple's historical narrative is a result of the land's limitations; the region's unsuitability for rice cultivation led the tenant farmers of the Edo period to sow buckwheat (soba) fields. In lieu of rice, these farmers offered the temple soba flour yields. The temple would then transform the buckwheat bounty into noodles, extending hospitality by serving soba noodles to all who visited—thus giving birth to the genesis of Jindai-ji Temple soba.

Jindai-ji Temple soba's essence lies in the use of local pristine spring waters and the finest buckwheat flour.

For access details and references for further reading, check out the latest Pix4Japan blog post: https://www.pix4japan.com/blog/20230719-jindaiji

Fujifilm X100V with 5% diffusion filter ISO 3200 for 1/180 sec. at ƒ/8.0 Astia Soft film simulation

[dream-meister-translations]

ONSEN VILLAGE CUIT - VOICE COLLECTION

━

"How are you feeling? Even if you love your job, you shouldn't push yourself too hard."

"I heard there is a drinkable hot spring called "Ganbakuyu," I wonder what it tastes like."

"Are you getting your regular health checkups? There's a chance you'll catch something like me. So, be careful on a regular basis."

"Ugh…I'm stuck in another health checkup…"

"I know this is a vacation, but when I'm with you, I just feel like cooking for you! Your happy face is way too cute.

"To have you all to myself like this…I'm so happy I'm almost scared."

"The setting sun is so beautiful, but you are even prettier than the sunset..I dunno~ Maybe I'm just being coy."

"Can I hold your hand? I've always wanted to be closer to you."

"I'm sorry, I'm really nervous right now. To have you this close to me? I feel like I'm going crazy."

"Hm..It's onsen manju…Seems there are many different kinds, so if you don't mind, I'd like a moment to compare them."

"The "Kayuyu" hot spring was amazing. It's a hot spring that heals you with it's scent. Have you been in it yet?"

"I like hot springs that are fun to look at with flowers and fruits floating in the water~"

"Maybe one day I'll get to go in a hot spring with Kuchen and Riche…I'd love to see them laughing."

"Gran has a lot of old wounds, right? I wonder if the World Exploration Guild has a lot of dangers…I'm getting anxious now."

"I asked Gran to draw a picture of bread the other night. His living pictures are so amazing. It really looked edible!"

"I couldn't help but notice Cyrus' body when we went to the hot spring together. He's a knight, so he's got a lot of muscles… I kinda admire that type of body."

"Cyrus asked me about tsubo-yaki in detail, but it turns out it wasn't about cooking, it was about jars."

"Cyrus probably likes walnuts."

"Come to think of it, you said that Cyrus also has a brother and that he's a twin? I'd like to meet him someday."

"People with siblings close in age have a lot of lively conversations. I bet Cyrus and his brother have tons of good memories."

"Your complexion looks better than usual, maybe all this rest and relaxation is to thank!"

"Huh, you look hungry. Maybe we can borrow the kitchen later and I can make you something."

"I heard there is a popular Japanese restaurant around here, would you like to try it? There will be a long line, but we can keep each other company."

"Aren't you tired of walking? Shall we stop by the footbath and head back to the inn?"

"Hm…I still haven't been able to choose souvenirs for my brothers yet…This might take a little while, do you mind helping me?"

"That tickles~ You know, you better watch out, if you keep spoiling me like this I'm gonna get addicted."

"Mm…It's so cozy, I could just fall asleep."

"Thank you. That felt really good. Now it's my turn to comb your hair. Stay still."

"Wow, your hair smells sooo good! It's just the shampoo from the inn? I'll have to try some when we get back."

"I think I did a pretty good job combing your hair. You look cute as always."

"Whoa! Haha, ahaha! Hey stop it! That tickles!"

"Stop! Stop! STOP! Haha, ahaha! I haven't been tickled like this since I was little!

"Haha, ahaha…It's been a long time since I've laughed like this…"

"It's okay if we sweat, we can always go back and take a bath after."

"Do you think there is a hot spring that can make you more ticklish? …I regret asking."

"I wasn't sure what I was gonna do on this vacation, but thanks to you, I'm having a great time."

"Even if we don't go to the hot springs, just having you by my side makes me feel better. Heheh, guess I'm a simple guy."

"Is it the hot spring or you that smells so sweet and delicious~?"

"I get so nervous and my heart can't stop beating when I'm with you…Oh God, did I just say that out loud? Maybe it's an effect of the hot spring."

"I feel like I'm healed just by being with you…Can I maybe hold your hand?"

"Truth is, I'm not ready for this vacation to end. I don't wanna be away from you…Before we return to the guild, do you think I could hold you one more time?"

"This eye mask feels great! I'm sure your eyes get tired from all that paperwork, I'll get a couple of these to take home with us."

"This is called a massage ball…Cooking all the time can make me really stiff, maybe I should get one of these."

"I really like this shoulder massage stick. It's supposed to be used like this. What do you think? Does it feel good?"

"Ooh! This cat pillow is super cute. I heard it gets warm when you snuggle with it. You can come by my room and touch it whenever you want."

"You want to lean on me? The way your begging is too cute."

"Your tired of walking? Lean on me if you like."

"Your body heat is more healing than the hot spring."

"I'm really glad you came with me on this vacation. With you by my side, my mind and body have never felt more relaxed."

"Your hands are nice and cold. I just got out of the hot spring so I'm burning up. They feel good on my body."

"How many times are you gonna touch me in a place like…that? It's a little weird right? I might be small but I'm still a man…"

"No, it's not that I don't like to be touched. It just makes me nervous…"

"Are you getting cold? I can lend you my Haori if you need it…..Or we could just cuddle…?"

"Huh, my cheeks are a little red? It's probably cause of the hot spring."

"The more time I spend with you, the less I want to ever leave."

"Wow! A cake! Thank you! It's freshly baked too! You know, I've always been more into baking than cooking."

"Haha, ahaha! I can't take any more! I'm covered in presents!"

(gift like) "Wow thank you! That's what I'm talking about, Emma! This gift is perfect!"

(gift like) "You are so amazing! You never fail to get me the best things!"

(gift normal) "Oh no, no, I can't take this."

(gift normal) "You took the time to pick this out for me? How can I not be happy?"

(gift dislike) "Oh, um…I'm sorry, I'm flattered… It's just…Haha, I dunno what to say…"

(gift dislike) "This is for me? I mean, of course I'll take it. Any gift from you is special, no matter what it is."

"When you look at me…What do you think of me? Do you see me as a man?"

"You don't have to return the favor, I just really wanted to get this for you."

"I'm a man. How can I not be conscious of it? Please don't do this with any of the other guys…"

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GRANDFLAIR : Rouge will only increase the debt while I'm gone, and Crow will destroy ruins again…Damn…My head hurts… CUIT : You're having a hard time too, Gran…I can't help but feel a kinship with you. Let's take a hot spring bath and get some rest.

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GRANDFLAIR : I'm thinking of buying a new knife for our kitchen. Any recommendations? CUIT : There's a great store in Dilettanto, if you'd like I can show you around sometime.

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CYRUS : You were very eagerly looking for a jar when we were in that souvenir shop. Perhaps…You also like jars..? CUIT : No, no, it's not that I like them. I was just looking for a jar for pickles…I'm sorry…

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CYRUS : Cuit, I was told you have brothers. Do you have a secret to communicating better with them? CUIT : Well…Maybe you can eat something tasty together? If you just relax, I'm sure conversation will flow easy.

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CUIT : I thought I'd been watching my diet…But, I've gained weight… FIDEL : You can't maintain your weight by just eating well, you know?

[clothyume]

The Whereabouts of the Missing Book Episode 9

Eichi: Oh, Tsukasa-kun and Nagisa-kun. I heard about the situation from Keito

Tsukasa: Thank you, everyone, I’m very sorry for the intrusion  

Rei: Fufu, don’t worry. You’re searching for Kagehira-kun’s lost book after all 

Aira: Books from Yumenosaki have a stamp at the back, don’t they? I don’t think we have a book like that here

Eichi: We haven’t really had any business in the Book Room as of late 

Of course, we haven’t borrowed any books, so we should be cleared from the suspect list… 

Rei: …Is a suspect not someone who choses troubling words 

Eichi: Fufu, our house is being searched. Shouldn’t we take initiative to prove our innocence? 

Ahh, however. I do wonder what it was that Shiratori-kun shoved beneath his bed yesterday night

Aira: Eeh, you saw that, Tenshouin-senpai!? 

Tsukasa: Shiratori-kun, what the hell are you hiding? Perhaps destroying evidence…

Aira: Y-You’re wrong! It’s nothing like that

Nagisa: …Hm. Is it in this drawer that’s under the bed? 

Aira: Ah, wait Ran-senpai! Don’t open that! 

Tsukasa: Th-this is…!? 

Nagisa: …My can badge. That and one of Tsukasa’s photo sets. It seems there’s a large quantity of other idol goods too

Tsukasa: …? Shiratori-kun, why are you trying to hide all this?  

Aira: Because I’m embarrassed that you found out I’m collecting goods of you two! That’s why I hide the goods I collect of Sakuma-senpai and Tenshouin-senpai too! 

Rei: Well, we noticed that quite some time ago 

Aira: Eeh?

Eichi: Yeah, even before you hid everything yesterday, Sakuma-kun and I knew. Since you moved in, the amount of goods has increased considerably 

Aira: Eeh!? T-That’s… So what’s the point of me being so secretive all this time? 

Eichi & Rei: There isn’t one 

Aira: Th-that’s… 

Tsukasa: …For now, it seems the book we’re searching for isn’t here 

 

(The other party, Mika and Makoto) 

Subaru: Ukki and Mikki~, welcome to our room~☆

Sora: “Giant-san” and Great-shisho~ both have work, but Sora and Sparkly-onii~san are here to greet you~ ♪ 

Makoto: Ahaha. I’ve thought this for a while, but your room is always full of entertaining people  

Mika: Umm, sorry. We ain’t come to play today

Subaru: Yeah, we get it! We heard from Hasumi-senpai 

Sora: You’re on a quest to find Mika-chan-san’s lost book, right~♪ You’re treasure hunting in Sora’s room! 

Subaru: You have permission from MAM-senpai and Hibiking-senpai, so it’s okay for you to search freely! 

Mika: Thank ya kindly, you two. Fer lettin’ us search freely 

Gyaah!  

Makoto: Uwah, what’s with the sound of a cracker so suddenly!? Kagehira-kun, are you okay? 

Mika: I got scared ‘cause of the sudden loud noise, hm? What’s this? 

Makoto: Eh, what a tiny mummy!? Why is something like this in Akehoshi-kun’s room!? 

Sora: HaHa~! This mummy is a souvenir that “Giant-san” bought overseas~ 

Usually this mummy is resting in a miniature pharaoh! 

Subaru: The souvenirs MAM-senpai buys are sometimes shady, so be careful☆ 

Makoto: Scary! Don’t put something like that in the dorm where everyone lives! 

Subaru: Oh, that’s my Ukki~! You make a great straight man*~♪ 

*Straight man or tsukkomi often refers to the serious party of a manzai duo

Also, that cracker earlier was a prank set up but Hibiking-senpai for anyone that goes in his room 

Sora: Everyday is filled with love and wonder! Is what Great-shisho~ is always saying~! That’s why he pulls pranks when Sora and the others are off guard

HiHi~! This room is Great-shisho~’s surprise box, where you have to be on guard every day 

Makoto: This is too ridiculous! Living in this room sounds like so much trouble…

(The other party, Hajime and Tori) 

Hajime: Sorry for barging in uninvited. Thank you for your cooperation

Tori: So Shiina-senpai’s room was a miss too~. Or rather, Shiina-senpai’s room was just full of strange ingredients

Hajime: As you’d expect of a chef, though I was surprised to see edible weeds that I’d never even heard of 

Tori: Weeds are edible…?  

Anyways, Tsukasa shouldn’t have to put so much effort into one book 

I didn’t think he was being serious when he suggested a house search 

Hajime: But, didn’t you agree when he said it? 

Tori: Ahaha, well, I thought it would be interesting. Apart from this opportunity, I don’t get a chance to go into other peoples rooms

If anything, I’m more surprised that Hajime agreed. I thought you weren’t very good at things like this 

Hajime: …You’re right. It’s just like you say, Tori-kun. If it were just me, I wouldn’t go to this length for an overdue book

Suou-kun and I share the same feelings, of wanting to protect the library’s rules

But I was afraid that if I strictly told everyone to follow the rules, they’d see me in a negative light… 

But when Suou-kun asked why I wasn’t frustrated, I felt a bit ashamed of myself

Suou-kun has been doing his all for this book. He can clearly say when something is no good 

There’s something about Suou-kun that makes him seem so cool, and he seems so much more suited to be the librarian than me, who’s been on the library committee for a long time…

That’s what I’m frustrated about. So I thought I’d agree with Suou-kun’s proposal this time

That way, I could be a bit more like Suou-kun…

Tori: H~mm, I see. So that’s why Hajime was suddenly so enthusiastic about it

Ye~ah... But, I don’t want Hajime to become like Tsukasa~ 

Hajime: Eh? Really?  

Tori: No, because Tsukasa is really annoying about rules. Of course it’s important to follow the rules

I think it’s a problem if we get so desperate to protect our values that we get into conflict with others

So, in order to keep a nice quiet library, I think I’d rather have Hajime, who is considerate and flexible, in charge than Tsukasa, who is quick to lose his temper

Hajime: …You would? 

Tori: Yep. Besides, when I say something, I mean it. You know, like when I got into an argument with Tsukasa 

You broke up the fight before it created hard feelings, and I thought I was really glad that Hajime was nominated for the student council

As the librarian, as the vice president, Hajime is doing great. You should be honoured to have the Student Council President’s stamp of approval! 

Hajime: …Fufu, thank you. By saying that, Tori-kun has restored my self-confidence

Tori: Fufun♪ Show your gratitude by working. Hajime is a member of my student council, so I have high hopes for him 

(Several hours later. After completing the investigation of all the rooms in Seisoukan) 

Hajime: We didn’t find the book…

Tsukasa: How strange. The book should definitely be with one of the Seisoukan residents!  

There’s nothing we can do about it. Once again I have to ask everyone to search… 

Mika: No. That’s enough, Tsukasa-kun 

Tsukasa: But…

Mika: We’ve already troubled everyone enough. Since I lost the book in the first place, I’ll take responsibility an’ pay fer it

Hajime: Kagehira-senpai. I’m sorry I couldn’t be more helpful…

Mika: Ya don’t gotta apologize! I should be the one apologizin’...

Ngah? Sorry, looks like I’m gettin’ a call. I’ll jus pick up 

Ah, Oshi-san. What’s up, callin’ me so suddenly? …Yeah, yeah?

Eeh!? Oshisan, is that true!? 

Hajime: …? 

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I'm having Lil Bat and Silver's twin thoughts again.

To be fair, I've had some of these on the back burner waiting since October/November/December haha I totally didn't forget that I did not send them before haha haha.

I'm gonna do some retconning for my previous brain rots.

Vanrouge(Name) pretty much has the same backstory in the other Vanrouge(name) brain rots I sent in this and this (I think, idk they could be the wrong ones)

a as brief as I am capable of TLDR for those two posts because they are long and made while brainrotting, so they might be hard to read lmao (plus some bits I added because I feel like they add a bit more to them idk help): Lil Bat was a sick child; who grew up separated from their brother because of the nurse's fear of them getting even sicker because of their brother's carelessness leading them both to become distant from each other and making Lil Bat long for freedom which then prompts them to start traveling once they get older and strong enough where they aren't sick constantly anymore, so that way even if they do eventually die of sickness or some other reason they won't have any possible regrets (for the most part)

ok so in the Neverending Halloween Event, which I didn't 100% complete, and I am still mad at myself because I am bad at time management, Silver says that in his childhood, he and his father (Lilia) lived in a little cabin in the woods and his father (Lilia) would be out traveling for months at a time leaving Silver alone during that time, and now I need to add some things.

Imagine Lilia never really staying anywhere long during his time as a general, one reason because of his job having to go off to fight many battles, and the other being the fact that he is a free spirit who seems to be physically incapable of being tied down unless he wills it; after his retirement as general and even as he started taking care of Malleus, he would go out traveling and would bring back souvenirs for Malleus, ( Malleus says in the Fireworks event that Lilia got him souvenir flags). None of this changed when Silver and his beloved twin came into the picture.

Imagine that when Lilia found Silver and his twin, they were holding each other's hand, as though they refused to be separated, and after he took them in, they were very close during childhood. They both took care of each other, even with their own curses of sleep individually; they relied on each other when they were alone, and it seemed like they were going to stay like that forever; they cleaned together, learned how to make edible food together so that they could avoid accidentally dying from food poisoning after consuming their fathers cooking, slept in the same room and sometimes shared a bed when one had a nightmare and didn't want to be alone, they had a structured routine that they would do to take care of the place that they lived in yet flexible enough that it accommodated for both of their sleeping curses if one or both of them fell asleep or passed out then the schedule wouldn't be affected that much.

During their childhood, Lilia started teaching them swordsmanship, though Silver seemed to enjoy it more than his twin did, it just wasn't that fun or enjoyable for them, and it seemed that it was tedious for them; Lilia noticed this and stopped getting (Name) to join them. Initially, they were happy with this and didn't mind that much, though they quickly started feeling left out. Their father was out traveling a lot + his job as the princes retainer and would come back in small periods to check up on them, when he did he spent a lot of his time with them training, and since they were no longer training with them, the time they spent with their father decreased significantly.

They didn't feel much jealousy or envy for their brother though, they were happy that their brother had time to bond with their dad and plus it's not like Lilia didn't spend time with them, and as a even bigger plus they had all the time in the world to spend with their brother when their father left.

One night during one of their father's visits, just as they both were about to fall asleep in their respective beds, (name) heard their brother tell them that they wanted to become a knight and that he was gonna talk to their father about it in the morning. They didn't think much about it and was just happy that their brother figured out what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. In the morning, Silver told their father. Their father was shocked, but (Name) could tell he was happy.

It was not long before Silver started to officially train at the palace; he initially seemed nervous, asking his twin if they could come with him. This wouldn't be his first time going to the palace or their grounds; when they were both toddlers that were this close to doing something that would get them killed, Lilia would often bring them along to the palace so he could do his job as a retainer and make sure his children didn't die prematurely at the same time, (name) thought that their brother was simply just not used to being without their presence yet. (Name) agreed anyway, and Silver promptly asked Lilia if they could bring his twin, to which Lilia also agreed.

Their time visiting the palace had been nothing but pleasant; they enjoyed watching their brother have fun. It was nice to see him befriend a half-fae who was kind of mean with hair that they would later learn to describe as radioactive named Sebek, who was two years younger than them, and all the servants were nice to them and were more than willing to help. That was until one day, they got bored, and the hallway leading to other parts of the palace looked really tempting; they slipped away and started walking through; nothing new, just an unending hallway. They heard some talking, and although they knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, they couldn't help it.

What they heard genuinely shocked them; some of the palace maids were complaining about them, how it was a shame that the retired general had such a useless child, how they were holding their brother back with their presence; at least Silver was doing something to help the royal family, there was more complaining about anything and everything about them. In hindsight, it was baseless gossip, but it could be more than true to their little child mind.

They wanted to cry, felt humiliated, and just ran, the servants in question probably saw them and knew they heard it, but they didn't try to comfort or chase after them. After a while of running, they went into a random room and just hid, not wanting to be seen or found. Did they want to be found? Was what they said true? Is that why their father doesn't as much time with them? Because he sees them as a failure, as useless? Sebek had previously said something like that to them, but they didn't listen because they didn't realize it. They thought he was just mean. Does their aunt/uncle also think of them like that?

They stayed like that for what felt like forever before being found, and when they were found, it wasn't by anyone they knew. They were found by a fae with horns with an appearance similar to the prince. They were confused and shocked after finding the child, yet they attempted to comfort them. They were awkward; they obviously had never interacted with a child before, especially a human one who was also crying. Nonetheless, their comfort attempts had worked, and they had calmed down enough to confide in the fae. They had talked for a while, and after hearing the cause of the human's tears, the fae had apologized for the two maids' behavior, telling them that they were just old fae clinging onto their youth with nothing better to do than hurt an innocent child. They had very quickly become close. Silver's twin had tried to get the Fae's name, but they seemed hesitant to tell them, so Silver's twin dropped it for a while and waited to ask them again, however before they were able to ask again the horned fae asked where their parent(s) was, Silver's twin answered the training area and the fae helped calm their swollen eyes before escorting them back to the training area and disappeared.

(Name) returned to the seat they sat in before they left and continued watching their brother train; it seemed like what just happened was a nasty nightmare that turned into a pleasant dream, and it seemed that no time had passed since they left with neither their brother nor their father seeming to notice or acknowledge their brief disappearance.

Once they returned to the cabin they called home, (Name) couldn't stop thinking about what happened that day, and despite the words that the fae had said to comfort them, they still thought and considered the words the maids had said. Nonetheless, they slipped away In search of the fae they conversed with the next time they returned to the palace to accompany Silver. They did eventually find them in the garden and they continued their conversations becoming closer.

The two kept meeting, even finding and tending to an injured bird they found in the garden. That was until Silver told them that he felt comfortable at the palace and that they no longer needed to accompany them after today. So when Draconia(Name) and Silver's twin met that day, they bid farewell and promised to write to each other. They did write to each other regularly, their conversations carried through by the letters. Eventually, Silver's visits to the palace got longer and longer, hours turned into days, and then days turned into weeks, cementing the idea in his twin's mind that they really were holding him back and that if that one of the things they heard was right, then the other things must be right.

Silver's twin was shocked to learn of their friend's bloodline during the NRC dorm assignment but was glad that they were in the same dorm and could see each other again. They both were very awkward around each other; the last time they had seen each other in person was when the human was a child, and they were both more talkative on paper than in person. They both have phones now and most of their conversations take place there.

Back to Vanrouge(Name) I think that they knew their brother now preferred his cabin but were always shocked whenever they didn't see him around the estate anymore; they always saw him around, through the window when he was training or just taking a walk, in the library, during dinner, etc... and now that he wasn't there, it just felt lonely.

One day they returned from a long exhausting, and very stressful trip, and they were half asleep ready to just eat dinner and pass out on their bed; they entered the dining room after asking one of the servants to prepare their food, and to their surprise, their brother was there.

They sat down and started eating their food as their brother started talking about something; about what? They weren't paying much attention; they were just nodding and eating. Eventually, their brother asked a question, and they nodded, and the (onesided) conversation ceased. Lil Bat finished their meal, and as they were getting up to head back to their room, their brother also got up and rushed over to them; grabbing their hand, he dragged them from the house to his cabin. Lil bat, though, who was not paying attention to what they had agreed to, was very confused and mildly scared. Did he notice that they weren't paying attention to what he was saying? Although he no longer lives in the mansion, he's still technically the head of the family. Is he kicking them out? shit shit shit shit- wait isn't that his cabin? why did he take them here again?

When they got into the cabin Lilia let them go and left into one of the rooms, they walked over to the couch and sat on it, noting that it was comfortable and a few seconds later Lilia walked out holding two babies and gave them one.

A baby...?

Their brother did mention something about children... did he? they were cursing at themself for not paying attention to what he was saying earlier; nonetheless, he had two children. Children...? did he get married? that would explain moving to the cabin, but why weren't they invited to the wedding? Did he get eloped? that would also make sense... these children are human, aren't they? So their sister-in-law must be human. Where is she? Wait- these children are humans? But if he had children with a human, wouldn't the children be half-fae...? where did he get the children? Step-children maybe? If so where is his wife? is she out? Did he steal these children? Dear seven... they weren't awake enough for this shit.

"I think they like you" was what drew them out of their thoughts; they snapped their head away from the child in their arms whose hands were making grabbing motions at them towards the voice, their brother, who laughed at their reaction he told them that one day as he was living his best life he found two abandoned children and he couldn't just leave them there so now they're his children.

I feel like Lil Bat would babysit for Lilia, if we go with my previous hobby hc's for Lil Bat I can see Lil Bat teaching Silver's twin how to paint and letting a child Silver's twin sit on their lap as they painted, it was messy but the child enjoyed it and liked being close to them.

I can also see Lil Bat popping up out of nowhere like it's 12AM, and Lil Bat would just enter and pass out on the couch because it was closer than the estate and would stay for like 2 days. Also, Lil Bat would 100% tell Silver's twin bedtime stories about their travels and the tales they previously heard of to help them fall asleep, and I can see them sitting and talking at night because Silver's twin couldn't fall asleep.

Also, I can imagine Lil Bat and Draconia meeting during a gala; Lil Bat was bored and was way too tired of pretending to be interested in what others were saying, so they escaped into the garden, where they found a horned fae child just vibing. Since the child was very obviously of Draconia bloodline, they very cautiously approached and asked the child why they were sitting alone out there and not inside with their family, to which they got the response, "I was told to stay here until the gala was over as to not tarnish the Draconia's reputation."

Lil Bat's first reaction was, "Oh shit" and recalled that there was some drama with an illegitimate child being born along with some outrage, the whole thing was pretty dumb in their opinion and very messy, but they always felt bad for the child as they did not ask to be born in this situation. The conversation had ceased, and the air was pretty awkward. The silence was deafening until Vanrouge(Name) asked how life was in the palace; they didn't know why they asked that it was the first thing that came to mind. The child stayed quiet for a moment before saying, "Um... it's not bad... Miss Leah is nice. She takes care of me." a look of anger appeared on Vanrouges face before turning neutral, and a small smile appeared "Yeah? tell me about her" and so the innocent child did, they talked about all the thing's Miss Leah did, how safe they felt around her, and how they wished for more people to think like she does and Vanrouge listen.

They went on for a while before adding, "...but the others-" "They aren't as nice, are they?" the older fae said "No... I don't understand it." Vanrouge took a sip of their wine and let out, "Agh! ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵗᵃˢᵗᵉˢ ʰᵒʳʳᶦᵇˡᵉ ʷʰʸ ᵈᵒ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵗʰᶦˢ? Anyways... Don't listen to them; they're old and decrepit, rude and inconsiderate, clinging onto their youth- pathetic if you ask me. Nothing better to do than hurt a young, innocent child." The child looked at them. "No, really, they've probably never left the Valley. Never able to change their world views because they've never been challenged, staying as insufferable their whole life" The older fae laughed, "pitiful is it not?" "you've been outside the Valley" The child inquired; it seemed they had the child's attention. "Yes, I have. I've been almost everywhere; I've met many people, some nice, some mean; it's a mixed bag. Would you like to know some places I've been to?" The young fae nodded, "If it's not a bother." They stayed walking in the garden, Vanrouge telling the illegitimate Draconia child of their travel with the young fae asking questions every so often for hours, only stopping when the gala had long ended, and Vanrouge(Name) could only assume Miss Leah was looking for the child as they had wandered into the labyrinth while talking. "Oh... It seems that we're lost in the labyrinth... My apologizes" "No, it's okay. I know the way back." The child said in reply to the older fae's musings. "Well then! lead the way then, my liege." Once the pair had escaped the maze, the calls for the child by Miss Leah could be heard the older fae had bid their farewells and started to walk away before the hem of their sleeve had been tugged on. They looked back. "Um... is it alright if you visit again...? I would like to hear more..." the child asked, clearly nervous at the possible rejection. Vanrouge hummed, "Of course" they crouched down to look them in the eyes. "I would also love to write to you if you allow it, as I am not often in the Valley of Thorns; I could inform you of my next visit." The child's eyes sparkled, and nodded, "Okay!" The bat fae laughed, "Great, who should I address it to?" "Draconia(Name)" the child replied

Since then, they would write to each other regularly, with Vanrouge(name) writing about their travels and Draconia(Name) would write questions about the places they visited and would confide in the older fae. During their in-person visits, Vanrouge(Name) would give them personalized souvenirs of things they thought or knew the young Draconia would like. When they learned of their niece/nephew and the Draconia's correspondence, they were pleasantly surprised, glad that the precious children they cared for deeply became friends and could confide in each other as they both had their own burdens. sorry for this being so long. This has been sitting for a while, and I didn't want to just forget it all, so it was better to just let it all out at once lmao

waaaa more lil bat and twin silver!! gotta love the black sheep fae family <33

imagining how heartbroken twin!silver would feel after being told that they weren't needed to go to the castle with silver anymore. they continue the routine they set up with him but suddenly it doesn't work because there's only one of them :((

and and them meeting draconia!(name) in the castle and becoming friends :OO + vanrouge!(name)!!! ugh i love them

[amazing-thailand]

🤤  The southern province of Trang, a gem of the Andaman Sea, is no doubt a heaven for food lovers. Here are the 12 great places for local meals we have highlighted to share with you.

🥟  Breakfast: Kopi, Trang BBQ Pork, Dim Sum

1. Khiew O-Cha 

2. Pasinee Dim Sum 2 

3. Trang Moo Yang 

4. Jeeb Khao 

5. Choenjia Dim Sum Cafe

🦀 Locally-Sourced Seafood

6. Lor Khung 

7. Kantang, Jaravee Cafe, Si Kao

🍽  Khanom Cheen (Fermented Rice Vermicelli)

8. Khanom Cheen Khun Poom

🎂 Desserts and Edible Souvenirs: Trang Cakes and Khanom Pia (Chinese cookies)

9. Cake Benchamit 

10. Cake Ros Lert 

11. Khanom Pia Soi 9 

12. Khanom Pia Ping Ban Prayoon Branch 2

For more of Trang’s delights, visit https://www.tourismthailand.org/Articles/https-www-tourismthailand-org-articles-beyond-the-beach-where-to-eat-travel-and-shop-at-in-trang

#AmazingThailand #สุขทันทีที่เที่ยวไทย #สุขทันทีที่เที่ยวตรัง 

[chouhatsumimi]

Vocab from 蹴りたい背中 (Keritai Senaka)

Words that seem more common to me I’ve put in bold. Words in bold and red are ones I’ve had to look up a bunch of times!

緻密 ちみつ minute, fine, delicate, accurate, precise, elaborate

相関図 そうかんず correlation diagram, correlation chart

宛がう, 宛てがう, 充てがう あてがう to allot, to allocate, to supply with, to furnish, to fit to, to fasten to, to apply to / asignar, encomendar, dar, distribuir, repartir, colocar provisionalmente, hacer coincidir

華奢, 花車 きゃしゃ dainty, delicate, slender, slim and elegant, fragile (e.g. furniture), delicate, frail / delicado, fino, frágil, quebradizo

華奢 かしゃ lavish, luxurious, showy, gaudy

軋む きしむ to jar, to creak, to grate

年老いる としおいる to grow old

食い止める, 食止める, 食いとめる, くい止める くいとめる to check, to hold back, to keep at bay, to stop, to prevent, to stem, to curb, to halt / detener, frenar

抜け殻, 脱け殻, 抜殻, 脱殻, 蛻 ぬけがら cast-off skin (snake, insect, etc.), husk, empty shell, exuvia, exuviae

ぎょっと, ギョッと being startled / conmocionarse, impresionarse

���い, 悪い にくい hateful, abominable, poor-looking, detestable, amazing, fantastic, admirable, lovely, wonderful / aborrecible, maligno, malevolo, odioso, destestable, abominable, expectación pobre, detestable, difícil, duro, odioso, (con ironía) hermoso, bello, adorable, maravilloso, etc.

うつ伏せ, 俯せ うつぶせ lying face down, lying on one's face, placing upside down, placing face down / boca abajo, tumbado boca abajo, boca abajo

大カナダ藻 おおカナダも, オオカナダモ Brazilian elodea (species of aquatic plant, Egeria densa)

がらんどう empty, hollow, bare, vacant, deserted / completamente vacío

死相 しそう look of death, shadow of death / mira de muerte, sombra de la muerte

ドタキャン, どたキャン last-minute cancellation

衣替え, 更衣, 衣更え ころもがえ seasonal change of clothing, changing one's dress for the season, renovation, facelift, redesign, redecoration, new appearance, fresh look / cambio estacional de ropa, cambiarse de ropa para la estación

剽軽 ひょうきん facetious, droll, funny

繕う つくろう to mend, to patch up, to repair, to fix, to darn, to fix (hair, clothes, appearance etc.), to adjust, to tidy up, to groom, to keep up appearances, to cover up (e.g. a mistake), to gloss over, to treat (illness, injury, etc.) / reparar, remendar, parchar

けたたましい piercing, shrill, noisy, loud, clamorous, wild

歯茎, 歯ぐき, 齦 はぐき gums, teethridge / encía

引き戸, 引戸 ひきど, ひきと sliding door / puerta corrediza

蜷 ケン / にな an edible river snail

小じんまり, 小ぢんまり こじんまり, こぢんまり snugly, neatly, compactly, cosily

突っかけ, 突っ掛け つっかけ slip-on shoe

差し詰め, 差詰め さしずめ, さしづめ after all, in the end, when all's said and done, for the time being, at present

形見 かたみ memento (esp. of a deceased person), keepsake, heirloom, remembrance, souvenir / recuerdo (objeto), suvenir

ふんだん plentiful, abundant, ample, lavish / abundante

猫背 ねこぜ bent back, hunchback, stoop / joroba, jorobado

まざまざ plainly, clearly, vividly / vivamente, claramente, evidentemente, inevitablemente, sin remedio

徐ろに, 徐に おもむろに suddenly, abruptly, deliberately, slowly, gently

しっくり exactly, nicely, to a tee, to be fitting

しっくり行く しっくりいく to get on well with (someone)

じっとり damp, moist (negative nuance)

のこのこ unconcernedly, nonchalantly, shamelessly, brazenly / presentarse o estar en un lugar en el que uno no debería, plantarse en

格子 こうし lattice, latticework, window bars, grid, grating / parrilla, rejilla

痩せぎす やせぎす skinny

歳暮 せいぼ year-end gift, end of the year, year end

水槽 すいそう water tank, cistern, fish tank, aquarium / pecera, cisterna, depósito de agua

生物 せいぶつ living thing, organism, creature, life, biology / seres vivos, criatura

失踪 しっそう disappearance, running away, going missing, absconding / fuga, desaparición

三角座り さんかくずわり, さんかくすわり sitting on the floor grasping one's knees (as in a gym class)

鼻面, 鼻づら はなづら muzzle, snout

もぞもぞ, もそもそ creeping about, stirring restlessly, squirming / reseco, fibroso, mascullar, murmurar, moverse lentamente, bullir, pulular, hormiguear, sentir como un hormigueo, moverse lentamente

反芻, 反すう はんすう rumination, regurgitation, chewing the cud, turning over in one's mind, thinking over something, pondering, musing, rumination (about a subject) / rumiar

漫ろ そぞろ, すずろ, すぞろ restless, on edge (and unable to concentrate), distracted, for some reason / sin saber muy bien por qué, sin una razón concreta, sin darse cuenta

見当違い, 見当ちがい けんとうちがい wrong (guess or estimate), misdirected, irrelevant, off the point

大股, 大また おおまた spreading one's legs wide apart, straddle, long stride, big steps, thigh-scooping body drop / grandes pasos, zancadas

草原 そうげん, くさはら, くさわら grassy field, grassland, meadow, grass-covered plain, savannah, prairie, steppe / pradera, herbazal, pastizal, prado, prado, pradera

コリー collie / collie (raza de perro)

都会 とかい city, Tokyo Metropolitan Assembly / ciudad

都会派 とかいは urban, yuppy

古めかしい ふるめかしい old-fashioned, ancient-looking, time-worn / pasado de moda, anticuado, viejo

似つかわしい, 似付かわしい につかわしい suitable, appropriate, becoming, fitting / adecuado, apropiado, conveniente, que sienta bien, decoroso, adecuado, apropiado, conveniente, que sienta bien

掠る, 擦る かする to graze (e.g. bullet), to scratch, to touch lightly, to take a percentage, to exploit, to squeeze

鮮明 せんめい vivid, clear, distinct

無頓着 むとんちゃく, むとんじゃく indifferent, unconcerned, paying no attention to, careless

制覇 せいは conquest, domination, mastery / conquista, dominación, dominio

生成り, 生成, 生形 きなり unbleached cloth, unbleached colour (color), unbleached, undyed

掬う, 抄う すくう to scoop, to ladle out / coger, recoger, aparar, sacar agua, entorpecer, sabotear

開けっぴろげ, 開けっ広げ, 明けっ広げ, 明けっぴろげ あけっぴろげ unguarded, frank, open

意地汚ない, 意地汚い, 意地穢い いじきたない gluttonous, greedy / glotón

扮する ふんする to dress up as, to disguise oneself as, to play the role of

人懐っこい, 人なつっこい, 人懐こい, 人なつこい ひとなつっこい, ひとなつこい friendly, affable, amiable, sociable, loving company, (animals) taking kindly to men

潤ける ふやける to become sodden, to swell up, to become lazy

足, 脚, 肢 あし foot, paw, arm (of an octopus, squid, etc.), leg, gait, pace, bottom structural component (i.e. radical) of a kanji, means of transportation, money, coin / pie, pierna, forma de andar, paso, component estructural inferior (radical) de un kanji, pie, pié, pata, pierna, paso

脹脛, 脹ら脛, ふくら脛, 膨ら脛 ふくらはぎ calf (of leg) / pantorrilla

詰まる つまる to be packed (with), to be full (space, schedule, etc.), to be blocked (road, pipe, nose, etc.), to be clogged, to be plugged up, to shorten (width, interval, etc.), to shrink (shirt, word form, etc.), to narrow, to be at a loss, to be hard pressed, to end up, to be settled, to become a geminate consonant, to hit the ball near the handle of the bat / retacarse, atascarse, taparse

切羽詰まる, せっぱ詰まる, 切羽つまる せっぱつまる to be at one's wits' end, to be cornered, to be packed to the hilt

切羽, 切刃 せっぱ thin washer on either side of the guard (tsuba) of a sword, (up to) the hilt, wits' end

体裁 ていさい, たいさい (outward) appearance, (proper) format (e.g. of an essay), form, style, appearances, decency, show, display, lip-service, insincere words, glib talk / apariencias

ごぼう抜き, 牛蒡抜き ごぼうぬき pulling something out (in a stroke), plucking out, forcibly removing one after another (e.g. demonstrators), overtaking multiple people (in a spurt), pulling ahead

見かけ倒し, 見掛け倒し みかけだおし false impression, deceptive appearance, mere show

ぎこちない, ぎごちない awkward, clumsy, stiff, crude, unrefined, constrained / incómodo

煽てる おだてる to flatter, to soft-soap, to sweet talk, to cajole, to instigate / adular, hacer la barba, halagar

手際, 手ぎわ てぎわ performance, execution, skill, dexterity, tact / destreza, habilidad, prontitud

手際よく, 手際良く てぎわよく efficiently, skillfully, cleverly / hábilmente, eficazmente

狡っ辛い こすっからい sly

睨め付ける, 睨めつける ねめつける, にらめつける to glare at, to scowl at

親交 しんこう intimacy, friendship, friendly relations

充てる あてる to assign, to set aside / repartir, distribuir

膝小僧 ひざこぞう kneecap / rodilla

だらける to be lazy, to be slack, to feel dull, to feel languid, to feel listless

干上がる, 干あがる, ひ上がる, 乾上がる, 乾あがる ひあがる to dry up, to parch, to ebb away

脛, 臑 すね, はぎ shin, shank, lower leg / tibia, espinilla, canilla, parte de la pierna que abarca desde la rodilla al tobillo, espinilla, tibia

迸る ほとばしる, とばしる to surge, to well up, to gush out / manar, brotar, chorrear [this word’s in the lyrics of Zankoku no Teze/A Cruel Angel’s Thesis]

踝 くるぶし ankle, malleolus, ankle bone / tobillo

傾らか なだらか gently sloping, gentle, easy, smooth

前かがみ, 前屈み まえかがみ slouch

前かがみになる, 前屈みになる まえかがみになる to slouch, to stoop, to bend forward, to lean forward

号令 ごうれい order (esp. to a number of people), command, ritual of bowing at start and end of school class / orden

みみっちい tightfisted, stingy, miserly, small-minded / rácano, tacaño

旋毛 つむじ, せんもう hair whorl

譲る ゆずる to hand over, to transfer, to turn over, to assign, to convey, to bequeath, to give up (e.g. one's seat), to give way, to yield, to concede, to give ground, to surrender, to sell, to postpone, to put off, to defer / ceder, conceder, traspasar

訝しい いぶかしい suspicious, doubtful / dudoso, curioso, extrañado

忙しない せわしない restless, fidgety, in a hurry

億劫 おっくう, おくこう, おっこう troublesome, bothersome, tiresome, annoying / desgana, apatía, indolencia, flojedad, displicencia, dejadez, fastidio

華やぐ, 花やぐ はなやぐ to become brilliant, to become cheerful

頬っぺ ほっぺ cheek

頬杖, 頰杖, 面杖 ほおづえ, ほほづえ, つらづえ resting one's chin in one's hands, brace (in construction), angle brace

簀の子, 簀子 すのこ, スノコ drainboard, floor grates, duckboard, slatted wood (e.g. used as a base for storing futons inside a cupboard)

上目遣い, 上目使い, 上目づかい うわめづかい upturned eyes

懲り懲り こりごり bitter experience, learning from a bad experience, having had enough (of something unpleasant), having had a bellyful, being sick and tired (of something), being fed up

物狂い ものぐるい insanity, an insane person

怪我 けが, ケガ injury (to animate object), hurt / herida, lesión, daño

諭す さとす to admonish, to persuade, to warn, to remonstrate / convencer, persuadir, disuadir

無闇に, 無暗に むやみに thoughtlessly, recklessly, rashly, indiscriminately, indiscreetly, at random, excessively, unreasonably, immoderately, absurdly / en exceso, en demasía

一丁 いっちょう one sheet, one page, one leaf, one block of tofu, one serving (in a restaurant), one long and narrow thing (e.g. guns, scissors, spades, hoes, inksticks, palanquins, candles, jinrikishas, shamisen, oars, etc.), one chō (unit of distance, 109.09 m), one game, one task, well then, come then / una cuadra, un bloque, pieza, un orden

齷齪, あく促, 偓促 あくせく, あくさく busily, sedulously, laboriously, feverishly, fussily, worrying (about little things)

不毛 ふもう barren, sterile, infertile, unproductive (e.g. discussion), fruitless / estéril, árido, desértico

怪訝 けげん dubious, puzzled, suspicious

しばしば, シバシバ, しぱしぱ, シパシパ (blinking) repeatedly

夕立, 夕立ち ゆうだち (sudden) evening shower (rain) / chaparr��n, aguacero, chubasco, lluvia repentina de la tarde

軽蔑, 軽べつ けいべつ scorn, disdain, contempt / desprecio, menosprecio

遣る瀬無い, 遣る瀬ない, やる瀬ない やるせない miserable, disconsolate, helpless, cheerless, downhearted, dreary, having no way to dispel (a certain emotion), having no solace (from)

顧問 こもん adviser, advisor, consultant / asesor, consejero

虚勢 きょせい bluff, false show of power, bold front

力む りきむ to strain (oneself), to bear up, to exert one's strength, to swagger, to bluff, to boast / esforzarse, ponerse tenso

櫛 くし, クシ comb / peine

一瞥 いちべつ (a) glance, (a) look / una ojeada, un vistazo

蔦 つた, ツタ ivy (esp. Boston ivy, Parthenocissus tricuspidata) / yedra, hiedra

のほほん nonchalantly, without a care

藻掻く, 踠く もがく to struggle, to writhe, to wriggle, to squirm, to act frantically, to make desperate efforts

たじたじ overwhelmed, recoiling, cringing

鼻をすする, 鼻を啜る, 洟をすする, 洟を啜る はなをすする to sniffle, to snivel

洟 はな snivel, nasal mucus, snot

毳々しい, 毳毳しい けばけばしい gaudy, showy, garish, loud / hortera, chillón, ostentoso, llamativo, rimbombante

しゃぶり付く しゃぶりつく to suck on, to cling to, to chew on

しゃぶる to suck, to lick / chupar

他愛ない, 他愛無い, たわい無い たわいない, たあいない silly, foolish, absurd, childish, easy, trifling, guileless / facilísimo, simplísimo, que está chupado, pan comido, que está tirado, para niños

面識 めんしき acquaintance / conocido, persona conocida

ビーサン beach sandals, flip-flops, thongs, pluggers, jandals

開襟, 開衿 かいきん unbuttoning a collar, opening up (one's heart), open-necked shirt

見窄らしい, 見すぼらしい みすぼらしい shabby, seedy / gastado, raído, miserable, ruin, destartalado, venido a menos, miserable, desastrado

そぐわない unsuitable, not matching, out of character

そぐう to be suitable, to be appropriate, to match

場違い, 場ちがい ばちがい out-of-place, inappropriate, sticking out like a sore thumb / discordante, incompatible, fuera de lugar

喘ぐ あえぐ to gasp, to pant, to breathe hard, to suffer, to struggle / jadear, respirar con dificultad

途方もない, 途方も無い とほうもない extraordinary, preposterous, outrageous, absurd

士気 しき morale (of troops, team, etc.), esprit de corps / moral (de tropas, equipo, etc.)

しっちゃかめっちゃか, ひっちゃかめっちゃか, ヒッチャカメッチャカ, シッチャカメッチャカ jumbled up, disordered, messy

参観 さんかん visit, inspection

含羞 はにかみ bashfulness, shyness, (showing) signs of embarrassment

健気 けなげ admirable, commendable, praiseworthy, laudable, brave, heroic, noble, courageous / admirable

方々, 方方 ほうぼう here and there, this way and that way, everywhere, all over / por aquí y por allá, por varias partes, en todos lados, toda la gente

落差 らくさ difference in elevation (between two points in a body of water), head, drop (e.g. of a waterfall), fall distance, difference, gap

楽屋 がくや dressing room, green room, backstage, behind the scenes, the inside, inside affairs

楽屋口 がくやぐち stage door

未舗装 みほそう unpaved, unsurfaced

人だかり, 人集り ひとだかり crowd, throng / gentío, multitud, muchedumbre, tumulto

物々しい, 物物しい ものものしい strict (e.g. security), heavy (e.g. guard), showy, pretentious, ostentatious, overdone, exaggerated, impressive, imposing, pompous, stately, solemn

対処 たいしょ dealing with, coping with / hacer frente a, solucionar, resolver

開ける, 肌蹴る はだける to open (e.g. one's robe), to bare (e.g. one's chest), to expose, to open up (of clothing), to be exposed, to open wide (one's legs, eyes, mouth, etc.), to stretch

縮こまる ちぢこまる to curl oneself up, to squeeze oneself in, to be huddled

四つん這い, 四つんばい よつんばい, よっつんばい crawling on all fours, getting on one's hands and knees, falling flat / a cuatro patas, gateando

冷やかす, 冷かす, 素見す ひやかす to banter, to make fun of, to jeer at, to cool, to refrigerate, to window-shop, to look at without buying / burlarse, reírse de, escarnecer, enfriar, refrigerar

喧騒, 喧噪, 諠譟 けんそう tumult, great noise, clatter, hustle and bustle

弄る いじる, まさぐる to finger, to touch, to play with, to fiddle with, to toy with, to make changes to, to tinker with, to tamper with, to dabble in, to do as a hobby, to play around with, to grope, to feel around (in one's pocket, bag, etc.) / tocar, toquetear, manipular

汗ばむ あせばむ to be sweaty

朝陽 ちょうよう morning sun, sunrise

ドッキリ, どっきり feeling startled, getting a shock, prank, practical joke

逸らかす はぐらかす to dodge (e.g. a question), to evade, to sidestep, to give (someone) the slip / esquivar, evadir, escabullir