#ITS SO FRICKING CUTE WHEN TWO PEOPLE WHO SPEAK DIFFERENT LANGUAGES

[aohisworld]

In my soulmate au for Aohi and the boys, Aohi actually isn’t as fluent as the idol!Aohi.

I think it’s endearing that Aohi somewhat has to speak broken Korean with the boys (except Ri-ki and Jay) and I’m getting giddy with all the cute interactions I have planned in this fic :3

[batfamily-trash]

Brother?!?!

Warning: Language

Key: f/c - favorite color, italics mean your thoughts. f/t - Favorite Tea

Part 1 of 2

Being Batman’s and Catwoman’s daughter had its perks. For example, you were hella cute, extremely skilled in fighting and trickery, and people just loved you for no reason. Except for Damian. Oh no no no no no. He hated you. No, he despised you. And honestly, you couldn’t care less. Growing up with Batman as your father had that effect on you. You grew up not giving two shits about anything. Honestly, your mom and brothers find it hilarious.

So how exactly did you meet Damian? Well, you were spending the weekend with your mom and she decided to take you on a mission in Metropolis. It was quite amusing for you because you had to explain to your uncle supes what you were doing with Catwoman. After the mission, your mom dropped you off at the Batcave. You were quite surprised to see a mini Bruce managing to kick your older brothers ass.

You walked up to the training area and dropped your f/c duffel bag next to the railing. Apparently, this action had distracted Dick long enough for mini Bruce to knock him down.

“Tt, you are going to have to be better than that Grayson,” The new kid said.

“Actually, that was my fault, sorry Dick,” you apologized as you made your way to help Dick get up.

“Hey y/n, and it’s alright,” Dick said as you pulled him up. You turned to face shorty and studied him. He was about 4’ 6", he had jet black hair and green eyes. If he had blue eyes instead of green he would actually be an actual mini Bruce.

Mini Bruce studied you for a bit before saying, “So you must be my blood sister.”

You took a step back and looked at Dick then at the kid in front of you and exclaimed, “What do you mean blood sister. When did MY dad find the time to do the deed with someone, when he barely has time to do normal things!??!?! Better question, who the frick are you?!?!”

Dick laughed a bit and avoided your stare, “Well, um…”

“Well, um what Richard?” You said, “What are you guys keeping from me? You know what. Don’t tell me. I’ll find out myself.” You picked up your duffel bag and stomped away from the boys. Once you were out of the cave and back in the Manor you sprinted to your room almost crashing into Jason.

“Hey y/n! Why the rush?” He called out.

Looking over your shoulder you yelled, “I got homework!”

Jason looked at you as you ran into your room and slammed the door shut, then he looked towards the staircase just to see Dick running up yelling your name. “Y/N! WAIT I CAN EXPLAIN! Oh hey, Jay.”

“What did you do Dickie?” Jason asked him.

“She met Damian.” Dick said as Jason made an ‘oh’ face. Jason moved out of the way as Dick ran towards his little sister’s room. He rolled his eyes and went downstairs to alert Bruce of what happened.

Before Dick could reach for your bedrooms doorknob you opened the door and sighed. You looked at your brother and smiled at him. “Whatcha want Dickie?” You asked.

He looked at you confused. He thought that you would be confused and mad, but no. You were smiling and you had an evil gleam in your eyes. To be honest he was a bit terrified.

“I wanted to explain to you who he was….” He explained.

“Oh. That’s okay, dad can explain it to me,” You said as you walked past him. You skipped down the hall and slid down the stairs railing and began to look for your dad. Dick looked at you as you left, confused. He expected you to react differently.

When you made it downstairs you made your way to the kitchen and saw Alfred, Tim, Jason and your dad sitting around the kitchen island. You made your way to one of the open seats and sat down. Once you made sure you were comfortable in your seat, your smile turned into a scowl and you exclaimed, “I leave for the weekend and apparently there’s a new Robin?!?”

Jason muffled a laugh as the rest of the family members, except Alfred, glanced at you. They avoided your stare as you looked at each of them trying to read their body language. You groaned and laid your head on the countertop. You heard someone clear their throat so you looked up.

“I’m guessing you met Damian,” Your father said.

“Noooooo, how’d you know?” You asked sarcastically.

Bruce glared at you but you glared back. Tension began to form in the room. Stephanie was nervous, and Tim was on his eighth pot of coffee for the night. NIGHT.

“Miss y/n, would you like some tea?” Alfred asked you breaking the tension.

You looked up at him and nodded, “Yes, please and thank you.”

Alfred nodded and left to make you your f/t. You looked back at your family and glared at them.

“Who’s Damian and why is he here and why did he call me 'blood sister’?” You demanded.

Jason stood up from his seat and exclaimed, “WELLLLL, A couple years ago oooo, Talia and Bruce had a thing and one thing led to another, And BAM! Damian exists!”

You rolled your eyes and turned to face your father. “Is that true?” You asked him.

He sighed and looked at you. “It’s true but….”

“Well then! Now that this is all cleared up! I’m going to take my tea and go to sleep! See ya!” You interrupted as Alfred handed you a cup. You sprinted up to your room making sure to not spill any of the tea. Once you made to your room, you shut your door and made your way to your bookcase and pulled out a book. You took a sip of your tea and began to read your book. After getting halfway through it you began to feel sleepy. Minutes later you fell asleep on one of the chairs in your room.

You woke up with an aching back and neck as you fell off the chair you fell asleep on. You noticed your book and cup were on your nightstand and you were wrapped in a soft f/c blanket. Looking at your alarm clock you got off the floor, still wrapped in the blanket, and made your way to the kitchen.

Once you stepped foot in the kitchen you smelt pancakes and bacon being made. You let the aroma of the food guide you to your seat and you at down. Alfred placed a plate in front of you as you unwrapped yourself from the blanket.

“Thanks, Alfred!” You said as you started to eat.

“Your welcome Miss y/n.”

You looked out the window as you chewed on a piece of bacon (a/n: If you are a vegetarian, then change it with something else.) You could see the garden and its many colorful flowers. You also were able to see a kid cutting down the bushes with a sword. When you finished eating you washed your dishes because you’re not lazy and you went out to the garden. When you stepped a foot outside you were encountered by a very sweaty midget.

“Uh hi.” You said waving your hand a bit, “I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I didn’t mean to run out like that.”

Damian looked at you and rolled his eyes, “It was only expected. As seeing who your mother is.”

That message caught you off guard. You opened your mouth to say something, but instead, you just shrugged your shoulders and said, “Whatever floats your boat.” You turned on your heel and walked back inside the Manor.

Several weeks later-

You ignored the hell out of Damian, whenever he tried to insult you or your mom you would ignore him. You wouldn’t sass him back and you would always avoid his attacks. It pissed him off a lot. Until one night you had enough.

“Oh my freaking god, you little piece of crap! Will you just stop! I’m done!” you exclaimed, pacing around the training room, “I’m done with your bullcrap! I’m done with your crappy insults, and I’m done with you antagonizing me!”

“TT, weakling.”

By now your face was red with anger. Your siblings gathered around outside the training room to see what you would do.

You threw your hands up into the air and exclaimed, “Like I said, I’m done! You know what? I QUIT! MOM!”

You ran out of the training room and upstairs to your room. You looked for your duffel bag and threw in your suit, some clothes, and other necessities.

“Wait! Y/N!” you heard your other brother’s shout. You walked out of your room and collided with Dick. “You can’t quit!”

“Oh but I did!” you pushed him out of the way and sprinting downstairs and out of the building. You walked towards the gate and tried to open it just to hear Jason speak through the intercom.

“Shorty, please come back.”

“Hell no. Now open the gate.”

“No.”

You yelled in frustration and threw your bag over the gate, you were about to climb it when all of a sudden you heard a buzz. You backed up and picked up a random pinecone and threw it. The pinecone triggered the fence’s alarm system. Now you were screwed. You looked around you and saw the only weak spot the whole place had. You looked at the camera by the gate and flipped it off before running to the weak spot and make your escape. You heard yelling behind you as you retrieved your bag and ran down the road.

After a while of running, you slowed down just to hear a motorcycle behind you. You turned around and groaned as you face planted on the ground. “What do you want?” you asked the motorcyclist.

“If you’re not going back then at least let me give you a ride,” Jason said getting off the motorcycle to pick you up.

“Fine.”

[courage-a-word-of-justice]

Juuni Taisen 8 | Netjuu no Susume 7 | Mahoutsukai no Yome 7 | Houseki no Kuni 7 | Girls’ Last Tour 7

Juuni Taisen 8

I’m fresh off the Hozuki no Reitetsu season 1 boat and ready to rock! Let’s go.

Atari? Isn’t that some game company???

I can kinda feel Nisio Isin’s motivation waning, like Dragon and Snake don’t really matter. Dragon and Snake really don’t matter, considering they’ll die later anyways.

Well, at least Graphinica makes nice ice effects. They must be pretty coo-what, you want me to stop with the puns? I didn’t even finish that one.

I wonder if Ufotable hires Graphinica for 3D effects? Those fire effects look familiar.

Ooh…the Dragon brings the court to its knees. The more I watch, the more I’m convinced these Tatsumi twins are the Beppus. (I think I’ve said that for previous episodes, though.)

Hmm. I don’t appreciate the fact I just sat through two episodes’ worth of monologues, but hopefully we can actually get something good out of this. Like a battle.

Can Duodecuple please do something more useful in this show? As much as I like to hear Hiroki Yasumoto speak English, Duodecuple’s a lousy “god” to the zodiac and a horrible narrator, since the monologues do everything for him. Even Navi does better than this in the manga…

Netjuu no Susume 7

Sakurai has a pink keyboard. That suits his name (sakura = cherry blossom).

Interesting to note they don’t use the kanji for “I” (watashi) or “you” (kimi). There are two different yous and two different Is used to imply different genders.

Hayashi has signs saying moratta (received) which CR translates as “gift”. Hmm…there seems to be a disconnect between those two words.

Frigglin’ heck. It’s like these guys knew I was reading Haruhi Suzumiya light novels not too long ago!

Asymmetry short, ponytail long, mannish (?) short and ribbon hair (long). That’s what those hairstyles are.

As I pointed out once, this is from a web manga. Meta joke!

Netjuu no Susume eyecatches make good wallpapers once aga-what? Who’s this with the strange bow in their hair?

Giant burger plush. I want.

Koiwai uses Windows, LOL. (Vista, I think?)

The subbers spelt “server” wrong. It’s weird, because they spelt “sever” instead…

Moll-Oh. Morii. I get it now.

Koiwai has a sister? (based on switched genders)

Koiwai is gonna fricking pull these lovebirds together, isn’t he? He already did it in real life, so it’s not like he couldn’t here, that noob.

The butterfly effect in the background, haha. Harumi’s AFK, people. Respect the AFK people.

Oh…dear. They put Mamiko Noto on double cast duty, which makes sense, but they put Tomoaki Maeno as Harumi, which…uh, suits that muscular woman. Yuki though…they cast Yuki with someone else. I think, from the credit list, the brown character who’s paired off with Yuki is called “Hearth”.

Mahoutsukai no Yome 7

There are some interesting parallels between Alice/Renfred and Chise/Elias…

That mandrake is so rattled…I like it. It’s cute.

Serously, what do you call the sheep-thing?

When you get the chance to, pause and read the note. It’s not proper English, but that is some fancy handwriting…

Holy No Face, Batman! It’s a spirit that looks like the internet group Anonymous!

Is the church grim a fairy?

Chise is such an otome game heroine. I’d pay good money for an otome game with her as the protag.

Houseki no Kuni 7

Snow is a symbol of sadness…

Cinnabar doesn’t have blobs of mercury around themselves in the OP. Interesting.

Hibernation in Japanese is literally “sleeping [for] winter”. The language really can be simple sometimes.

They made these pretty dresses, all for sleeping huh? That Kongo must like being surrounded by gems then…haha.

I know gems don’t have any genders, but I like Antarcticite already. His extremely bishie look makes him a contender for my heart. I heard through the grapevine Antarcticite was a fan favourite too, so that’s…unfortunate. (Although En’s quite the fan favourite in Boueibu, so what gives?)

Antarcticite reminds me of Rod from Cinderella Phenomenon. I’ve been working on that otome game as of late, so of course I’d make the connection.

Let’s be real: does anyone find Phos endearing?

I think I saw an image of this on Yoichi Nishikawa’s Twitter. Dangit, Antarcticite spoilers.

Uh…question? Is this work shoujo or josei or what? I get shoujo vibes from it because it’s all long leggy stuff like CLAMP. Update: It’s seinen! Shocking, isn’t it?

Phos and her bowl, it almost makes Phos look drunk, haha.

“I do the things I can as best I can.” – Nice quote…uh, Antarcticite? Or Phos?

Is Phos gonna fall i-spoke too soon. Completely anticipated this show’s direction right there.

Why does a sheet work on Kongo too? Humour? It definitely worked on me, if that was the case.

Antarc is such a daddy’s bo-I mean, gem.

Whoa! That was freaky! Did they just imply-oh sorry. It’s a hard topic to speak about on the internet.

I wonder, could I write…actually no. I think I’ve done that already. (I was thinking of doing an article about how replacing oneself over and over with different parts could easily make you a different person, but I’ve done that kind of discussion already in Next to Me.)

Girls’ Last Tour 7

Those pipes are CGI. My CGI sense is tingling about it.

This show is a Problem when on Normal Mode. (What I mean by Normal Mode was that it was easier to see when they were in the temple a few episodes back – that’s the single exception.)

Yuu: a worse photobomber than Yumoto…

I’d like to make a joke about how the arrow points left and they just said “right”, but I’d need a visual cue, dangit. Too lazy for visual cues right now…

I thought Chi would be really grumpy as she slid down the chute/pipe/whatever, but she’s having fun too.

The button colours are around the wrong way. What the heck happened to make them like that???

Potato powder? Y’mean, potato starch???

This kneading montage is quite obviously looped.

Oh great. We got Shokugeki no Souma in Girls’ Last Tour, for some reason…

[asterdeer]

in some other world lev and loreleaf become a thing. they stay on earth safely tucked away, at first living with the d’arvilles until they get the hang of their brave new world and then lev goes out and gets her own apartment. the day she leaves - not far away, not the lightyears and centuries away from loreleaf that they were scared of, just about twenty minutes away on the other side of town - that’s when they kiss for real, for the first time, her hands cupping his face as he presses as close as he can get because, and they both know she’ll come back for him as soon as he’s ready

he’s terrified of even this smallish, sleepy southern town and for a long time she has to walk its streets with him, gripping his hand tight, until he settles down. strangers make him shy away and cars scrape his nerves raw. lev is totally at home - she knows cities, she knows towns, she knows people and civilization and this quiet place even sets her at ease. she’s happy to guide him into it, to let him stay at home even as her grasp of english and ease at assimilation lets her find a job - manual labor, but it pays pretty well. her apartment is not fancy but she makes it work. and the first time she takes him to see it, they fall asleep that night curled up on the sofa with their hands locked together. it’s their apartment at this point and it doesn’t take long for him to move in completely

they both have wildly differing views of marriage. for lev, it’s a legal thing - getting married is about getting stuff, perks, exemptions - marriage, in her mind, is something far more fluid and utilitarian than it seems to be in this town. for loreleaf, it’s more deeply crucial and inherently religious than it is even for the town’s inhabitants - it’s about souls and the afterlife more than it is about bodies and feelings. (lev is a little weirded out by the fact that the closest word for the bond between loreleaf and brightsword is “marriage” but then the torkans have several types of “marriage” as there are frequently several words for different types of “love”. it’d be different, loreleaf says, before hesitating and finishing, for different people, even though lev hears for us)

the point is that it’s not something that lev considers, not for a long time. she knows something is bothering him after a few months in the apartment, after they’ve fallen into a routine that feels disconcertingly but comfortingly like domesticity. (they make out a lot. a lot. loreleaf, she finds out, likes being touched, and she does too, and it’s great, even if he’s not comfortable going farther. she’d be a lot more than okay with it if he was but, ultimately, she doesn’t mind.) finally it comes out when she finds loreleaf in their bedroom with a few english dictionaries, struggling over the definitions of “marriage,” and he tries to explain the torkan marriages, that idea. it’s nothing he wants to rush into, he emphasize. but i’m thinking about it. it’s cute, and flattering, and lev tries to give the suggestion all the gravity that he does, even though it’s just not something that she can culturally understand

it’s about a year later - they’re settled, loreleaf doesn’t scare at cars that much anymore (unless they honk) and he has a part time job at a nursery where he’s able to save up money and where he doesn’t have to talk much, and lev has a few friends from work and she’s experienced to know what she likes at the local coffee shop. she comes home from work one evening to find..... the apartment littered in plants. not flowers, not decorative succulents, but plants - fruit tree saplings, vegetables plants, vines, a fricking tomato plant already heavy with growing tomatoes. loreleaf is waiting, nervous and dirty from work. it’s the closest i could make, he tells her. i understand if you want to say no. i know you don’t understand or really care. but i wanted to ask if we could marry now. 

lev agrees. how could she not? it matters to him; for all she cares, they’re pretty well knit together anyway. there are little rites and ceremonies he goes through every day for the next nineteen days - the moon here is different than the one he knows, so he tries to work out the days manually - and lev takes part in them as best as she can. they’re simple, brief, and it’s worth it to see the seriousness with which he goes about them, like he’s studying for a test or performing life-saving surgery. the tomato plant, he tells her, is the final rite - they eat the first full-grown piece of fruit they grow together, and that’s it. they’ll be together.

he gets more and more nervous as it goes on. he doesn’t touch her as much, is hesitant with his kisses, like he’s scared that he’s pressuring her or assuming too much. lev tugs him closer every time he pulls away, trying to strike a balance between patronizing him - he’s an adult, his feelings are natural, just because his misgivings seem minimal to her doesn’t mean she should find them humorous - and expressing that his fears are unfounded, even ridiculous. if i have to tell you i love you on the hour, she says, i will, but i wish you’d believe me in the morning and take it from there. 

he says he’ll try. a little bit of fear leaves his eyes, but it’s there again a few hours later.

she comes home on the last day of his ceremonies to find him nursing a bloody hand. it’s terrifying at first - she’s counted the scars on his arms more times than she could recite - but he waves her off, explaining that he cut himself trying to cut their tomato. his hands were shaking too much. kissing his forehead, she takes the tomato from him and slices it, giving a wedge to him and taking one for herself. he watches her as she takes her first bite, only then shoving his whole wedge in his mouth. she laughs, and he smiles past the mouthful. it’s casual. it’s quiet. they’re married, to him - and that’s enough for her, too.

+

there’s a baby happening three years later.

i don’t mind trying, loreleaf had said softly, his hands not trembling, his voice steady as he looked up at her, if you want to.

lev had promised to be careful, to stop if he wanted to at any point, that she wanted them both to feel good (but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t planning on enjoying this)

he hadn’t minded. not totally. she could tell he was disconnected from it in some way that she wasn’t, but most of his aversion to the idea of it sprang from distrust. and, apparently (she thought about this all night, long after he’d fallen asleep) he trusted her (she thought about it all night as she held him close, his body tucked against hers, her finger strumming over the scarred skin over his ribs)

they didn’t do it often but it seemed that one of those times had been enough.

loreleaf is terrified. he acts like he’s hurt her, like he’s infected her with a disease, all against her will. lev is scared too - of course she is - but she does wish he would stop feeling so guilty, looking so hangdog whenever she gets sick in the morning, when he finds her eating odd things in the kitchen at odd hours. 

(she wishes sixes was around. she knows he wishes brightsword were here. they make do with advice from the d’arvilles, from sammy lightness, from mrs. t, and especially from velvet.)

it’s not, she believes, that he thinks of the baby as a curse; he just thinks that she resents him for it. she’s never thought about wanting a baby, not really, but the more she thinks about it... hell, why not? she has the calm, non-murdery life she used to want, back at the Days. it’s a little strange - it’s not normal - there is literally no other person on this planet who speaks her native language, and that’s the least of her worries as someone who’s who-knows-how-many years in what she still subconsciously thinks of as the ancient past - but this is her life. and she likes it. she has friends, a home, a way to support herself, and gods help her, she has what amounts to a husband.

bring on the baby. she has enough love and strength for ten babies (but one will do).

one night, she and loreleaf fight. he’s tired out by fear and work and nightmares that have been happening more and more frequently. he snaps - makes one too many frustrated, well-night passive-aggressive comments about her relatively cheerful mood. she snaps back, tired of the tiptoeing the two of them have been doing around each other. he slips into torkan, agitated, and she’s angry enough to demand what he’s saying “in english, not your forest hick language” 

I’M SCARED THIS IS GOING TO BREAK, he shouts, his voice cracking. I’M SCARED I AM GOING TO BREAK IT.

oh, she says, as if that’s news to her. but, apparently, it was news to him.

they talk the rest of the night. he wants the baby, too - maybe even a little more than she does - but he’s so scared. he’s always so scared. lev can’t remember what feeling fear - real fear - even feels like. it’s so much better here that she can’t imagine anything interrupting this. but loreleaf...

it’ll be fine, she says. it’s going to be amazing.

when she makes him put a hand against her belly - that’s when the tears start. he cries and she pulls him to her - he buries his face in her neck and murmurs something in torkan, over and over - and she might cry a little bit too. they’re having a child, the two of them are

he tells her that he was largely raised, after his parents were killed, by his village’s healer, and he picked up a few things for pregnant women. unfortunately most of the actual treatments his healer-sister used aren’t available on this planet, but some of the tips he gives her actually do help. he tends to her when she comes home like she’s a queen. even before lev has never had this - she’s never wanted it, not really, but it’s hard to deny that it’s nice. it’s really nice to come home, food warm and the house clean and the air smelling like their plants (still alive) and the incense that he makes himself. it’s not that pregnancy is fun - but the perks, she decides, are nice

the baby comes as all babies seem to come, amidst chaos and nerves and yelling and the pain is definitely not like anything even lev has ever felt and all of her happy feelings towards the baby are utterly obliterated in those hours in the hospital. throughout the birth she hears loreleaf’s voice constantly - either clearly or as background noise to her own yelling and cussing - and it sounds like he’s praying to someone, tears thickening his voice as they all wait it out. she all but passes out when it’s done.

when she’s recovered enough to be conscious of her surroundings, she sees him next to her, the baby cradled in his arms, softly crying, his head bent over it, his hair shielding its face from her sight. she says his name and he looks up, his eyes full and his smile fragile and brilliant. it’s a girl he says, and if she were awake enough, she’d cry, but she’s not, so she just smiles at him and keeps smiling until he comes to sit on her bed, letting her see their daughter - a tiny, mumbling thing, with wispy dark hair and soft, reddish-brown skin closer to her father’s than her mother’s. 

what do we name her? lev asks, because between the two of them, they have only names that probably won’t fly where they live now. loreleaf shrugs. some names are also plant names, right? is tomato one of those names that goes for both? lev doesn’t think so but she decides to ask judah. (judah laughs way too much at this. it’s kind laughter, but still.)

when loreleaf suggests lavender, lev almost cries again. it sounds like yours, he says, and no child could ask for a better mother to be named for. she wants to protest but she can’t, there’s no reason to protest when it sounds so right. not because it sounds like her name, no, but because... it is right. a beautiful flower, strong and good and lovely. no child could ask for a better name, period. lev kisses her daughter and kisses her husband and when she does start to cry - who could have ever looked at her eighteen-year-old self huddled in her bedroom in greenrow, nursing her scars and tending to her boys and struggling against death every day, letting herself be used as a murder weapon just to stay alive herself, and predicted that she would become a woman who’d stepped from that world into one like this, a place where her strength and urge to protect would be channeled into a quiet life, nurturing her friends and loreleaf and now this small, beautiful speck of life? - when she starts to cry from gratitude, from thanksgiving, loreleaf is right there, softly weeping too, soothing her dreadlocks and kissing the tears on her face, murmuring over and over i love you, i love you, i love you so much, i love you both so much

there are many kinds of happiness and lev had been able to say she’d known must of them in her life - the happiness of simply being alive, the savage joy of successfully protecting her boys, the ecstasy over the prospect of a new life, the bone-deep relief at having a home to come to at the end of the day, the simple contentment of a job well done, the handful of unique thrills that come with fulfilled romantic love. 

she can’t imagine any more kinds of happiness after this. it’s not that this is better than those other kinds; it’s just that, finally, she has her own personal version of the full set. 

loreleaf falls asleep next to her; lavender sleeps in the crib near the hospital bed. it takes a while for lev to drift off, her mind consumed with what comes next. she’s looking forward to feeling those happinesses all over again - along with everything that comes with them, makes them worth something, too.