#It was sooo cute to see their futons next to each other and then a little bittersweet to see little Bay's all alone one night :'''D

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Can’t an Idol Fall in Love? (Sara) Honeyworks Novel Chapter 2

Disclaimer: Yall gonna roll your eyes but I’m not a professional translator sooo...take it all in with a pinch

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"It’s so brutal to practice so much after being on stage! Seriously, isn’t the manager a demon?!”

There was a meeting in the room now known as the Dolce room. The place that the Dolce room was in had a dance studio on the first floor, and each member were sweating like waterfalls.

The one complaining was Mameido Girisha. His image color was yellow. He was an individual with dreadlocks who was well known for his sharp and powerful dance moves. Well, truth be told, his appearances weren’t that good, but he was a good singer.

“And what happened to the air conditioner? How long do we have until break?!”

“Hey, Girisha...don’t leave your wig around in a place like this, it surprised me...” 

Girisha’s dreadlocks were actually a wig. They were on the ground in front of the large mirror. It looked quite surreal.

Nemuri Kippei held his chest in surprise. His image color was green. He didn’t have much self confidence, but he had really good motor nerves. If he could overcome his timid nature, he could transform.

“Haa...hey, Fuuma, that one oshi came to see today’s performance.” Haiga Kazuki said from the floor. His image color was blue. He had nice features and a friendly smile. He had a innocent sounding singing voice, though it was also powerful and pretty. He’s already gained fan support because he was attractive.

“She did. And she made another uchiwa too. I wonder how she makes them? They make me really happy.”

Shirayuki Fuuma was the leader with the image color pink. He had a natural singing voice that featured high pitched sounds, and wore makeup and skirts. Despite his feminine appearance dressing up as a woman though, he was actually quite masculine. Enthusiastic fans were going back and forth between calling him “cool” or “cute”.

“Oh, that chick? The one who lives next to the Dolce room. Ain’t that nice?” Girisha started drinking his third bottle of water. “She was all excited at first from far away and I was worried she might try to harass Fuuma or somethin’. Isn’t it normal for fans to be all like can I have your autograph?! or please shake my hand!?”

“That’s true.” Fuuma agreed.

“But then she didn’t do any of that! She’s a good fan!” Girsha tapped his chin, impressed.

Toujo Sara, who was in charge of the image color purple, watched everyone from the corner of the studio lazily. Well, he wasn’t being lazy, he was just lying on the futon.

(...Rather than trying to get an autograph, she ran away at a great momentum.)

Everytime she encountered Fuuma, her face would turn red and she would run away. She was like a mouse spotting a cat from a distance before taking off, before the members of Dolce noticed her.

He wondered if she hated or liked Fuuma.

The reason why he knew this was because he skipped practice. He fell asleep near a bush, in the condominium, and in a blind spot in the corridors. So he often saw the girl running away with a flustered expression.

“I think she’s trying to be mindful and take into consideration our on and off switches, right Fuuma?” Kazuki said, wiping the sweat off of Fuuma’s face.

The fans didn’t know, but Sara was positive that Kazuki was the one who treasured Fuuma more than anyone else.

After all, they were childhood friends, weren’t they?

What’s more, Kazuki seemed to have had troubles at home when he was young, and Fuuma was always the one who supported him.

Sara didn’t know the details, but he knew that Kazuki was trying to support Fuuma with all his might.

“You know, she brings that uchiwa to handshake events or other small events, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen her take it to a live show. She might be worried it’ll get in the way.”

“During a live show, she waves the pink penlight for Fuuma’s color, right?”

“Yeah, so I have to do my best since I’m in my fans care.”

“Yep. I feel bad for our fans who support us when we’re just an opening act.” Girisha cut in.

“Well, we’re still new...” Kazuki muttered.

Dolce was still only just beginning, as it’d only been a few months since their formation.

There was no way newcomers like them could perform solo at a live show. The best they could be at the moment was the opening act until they become well known idols.

The audience at the venues don’t come to see Dolce, but rather other main idols that they bought tickets for. 

It was like wanting to watch a TV show or movie, but then seeing a commercial first.

“Damn! I wanna be famous!”

“Then why do you have such short hair?”

“It’s convenient, ain’t it? Fuuma, you have a hair piece too, don’t you?”

“Don’t call it that! It’s a mini wig!”

The dance instructor, who had been out, returned just as Fuuma and Girisha started fighting. They clapped their hands loudly to get their attention.

“Okay, break time is over! Come, we have to go through the choreography again together!”

“We’ll be in your care!” Everyone chorused.

The teacher raised their eyebrows when they noticed Sara sleeping on the futon.

“Toujo Sara-kun, break time is over, so come join us.”

“...I’m in the middle of image training right now.”

“Aren’t ya just sleeping?” Girisha asked.

“How troublesome. Just earlier, your mother said she’ll be leaving you in my care. Speaking of which, she said you never call her, and that you need to do something about-”

Sara felt irritated.

(Mom? What does my mother have to do with these dance lessons?)

He got up from the futon.

“Start the music.”

The instructor turned the music on, probably startled by Sara’s expression. Meanwhile, Sara turned his switch on internally. He remembered the choreography, and let himself get immersed in the flowing melody, his body moving naturally.

“So cool...Sara, your skills are sharp!” Girisha said in amazement.

“Are you satisfied with this, sensei? I’m going home now.”

“W-wait a minute, Toujo-kun...”

However, Sara was still hearing their voice mentioning his mother, so he left the dance studio without looking back.

_

(She’s always like this...)

Sara stared at his phone in frustration. There was an incoming call history lined with his mother’s name. Everytime he took his phone out, it seemed like there was another incoming call from her.

Sara clicked his tongue and noticed a small fountain by the apartment. He didn’t hesitate- he threw his ringing phone into the fountain.

He started walking back as if nothing happened.

“I want to live alone!”

When Sara’s parents decided to move from Japan to New York, Sara bowed to his parents for the first time. Surprisingly, his acting seemed to have sharpened.

“I have something I really want to do in Japan.”

That was the first time he didn’t receive acting guidance from his parents. In contrast to his miffed mother, his father laughed in satisfaction. Sara had no idea if he was smiling because his acting was perfect, or if he was glad Sara found something he wanted to do.

It didn’t matter though. His wish came true anyway.

He was living alone in Japan, far from New York.

“...What I want to do, huh...”

The truth was that there was nothing of the sort. He just wanted to stay away from his parents. That was it.

“Sara’s our child.”

Those words stuck in his head repeatedly, and never left him. If Sara’s family was normal, maybe they would love him, as a normal family should. Maybe then he would accept them.

But Sara’s family was in the entertainment industry.

His father being a musical actor, and his mother being the daughter of a top opera company.

Such parents continued to insist that Sara had the same talent as them.

Sara never had time to play with kids his age.

While the typical child played outside, Sara spent his time playing the piano, the violin, singing, and dancing. All his time was spent doing lessons. Debuting as a child actor wasn’t what he wanted.

Everything was decided by his parents.

(Why do I even exist?)

He didn’t feel like he belonged anywhere when he was at school. He didn’t understand why he was at school or took rigorous lessons, or what he was doing on TV.

The only answer available though was because he the child of those two.

“Sara is our child.”

That was it. Toujo Sara was nothing but the child of those two. All of Sara’s talents were inherited from them. Singing, dancing, acting, everything. When he danced in front of the mirror, he realized why he hated it so much.

He saw his father and his mother in the mirror.

(It’s so annoying...)

He hated himself when he danced.

He hated himself when he sang.

No matter what he did, he felt like he was his parents shadow.

But more than anything, he hated himself because he only had a place in the entertainment world.

“...Um.”

Sara looked back at the hesitant voice.

“Did you drop this?”

It was his cell phone he’d just thrown into the fountain.

The girl standing behind him was that Fuuma fan they’d been talking about earlier. His phone was wrapped in a pink handkerchief, and it was still vibrating persistently.

(...Is it completely waterproof?)

He clicked his tongue in annoyance and stared at her.

“Are you a stalker after all?” He asked coldly.

“Huh?” Her eyes widened.

“You know who I am, so you decided to approach me.”

“That’s not the case! I’m a fan of Fuuma-kun, I’m not your fan at all, Toujo-kun!”

“...Isn’t that rude?”

“Well, maybe, but you’re one to talk! You called me a stalker again.”

“Isn’t that what you are though, a stalker?”

“That’s just a coincidence! No matter how much I like Dolce, I wouldn’t go that far! I have fan manners! I don’t want to be disliked by Fuuma-kun!”

Sara believed that to be true. So far, she hadn’t done anything to get closer to Fuuma, even though they were in the same apartment.

On the contrary, she was always running away from Fuuma.

“...You know, I threw my phone away. You should have left it.”

“I know, actually...I saw you throw it away.” The girl looked embarrassed.

“Then why did you pick it up?”

“Um...well, it was still vibrating and I could hear it. Your personal information could easily be leaked if you left it.”

Now it was Sara’s eyes that were widening.

“So you came out and got my phone because you were worried?”

Then the reason she said “you dropped this” was to make it less awkward for Sara when she gave it back to him.

She only smiled gently in response.

(You got your shirt all wet, you know...)

When she went to pick it up, she probably got it all soaked. Droplets of water dripped form her hair and onto her shoulders.

“...Are you stupid?”

It was Sara, after all, who had carelessly thrown it away. He hated himself, but still.

“Stupid...because I was worried about your personal information? An idol’s phone can be resold, you know!”

“You’re so noisy...um...it’s Ouji-san, right?”

“How did you know?” She looked surprised, but Sara felt more surprised at himself for saying that.

“...Your post box. It’s like a house, isn’t it? With your personal information?” Sara answered lightly, though his heart was starting to pound.

That was right. He knew her name from her mailbox. That was it.

The first day Dolce came there, he met her in the hallway. However, he didn’t think “that’s the girl from the handshake event”, his first thought had been “she’s that girl from the audition”.

The girl who didn’t look at Sara, but at Fuuma.

The girl who revolted and dropped the bouquet Sara tossed.

He was annoyed, and wanted to know the name of the girl who made him more annoyed. So he’d glanced at it while passing.

But that was it. He hadn’t meant to memorize it. But the name just flowed from his mouth naturally.

(Why..?)

He glanced at her. She had a mediocre face, with an average height. She wasn’t fashionable. Just a plain t-shirt, shorts, and running shoes.

(This is...not my type at all.)

Sara acknowledged that he himself was attracted to a person by their looks. Girisha always told him to “look inside a person more!”, but he didn’t see the point. If the outside was good, then the inside must be too.

Though, when Sara asked Girisha for his type, he emphasized loudly “it’s gotta be someone with big boobs!!”, so he didn’t think Girisha’s opinion mattered.

“Your skin’s dry.”

“What do you mean!?” She jumped back, startled.

“You also have bags under your eyes. Focus on your looks more, you’re a girl after all.”

“Toujo-kun, you need to be more careful on these things...” She muttered.

But Sara wasn’t wrong. The bags under her eyes were really bad. It looked like she tried to use concealer, but she still looked like she wasn’t getting enough sleep. Her complexion was bad too.

“Are you dressed like that for a run? Why don’t you just go to sleep instead?”

“I’m fine, I decided to run everyday.”

“Are you on a diet? That’s wasteful.”

“That’s not it! It’s not a diet and it’s not wasteful! You need to be mindful what you say to girls!” She puffed her cheeks like a hamster.

Sara had been mindful, though. Lack of sleep could easily cause dry skin and weight gain. If she was on a diet, she needed to sleep like a bear instead of running.

She sighed. “Well, I wasn’t exactly expecting to go over my calorie consumption...”

“So it’s a diet after all.”

“But that’s not the main thing. When I look for inspiration, I run along the riverside. My grandpa taught me that there’s beauty in nature.”

“Inspiration? Beauty?”

“Yeah, when I run with my mind empty, the beauty in nature seems to shine. Like the glittering river, the feathers of a waterfowl, there’s even beauty in the clouds and river stones. And it starts to give me new chocolate ideas.”

“Chocolate ideas..?”

“Yes...I dream of being a chocolatier.” She looked embarrassed, but she still looked up at Sara with a smile.

(...I see...she might be a bit better than mediocre...)

He looked away when that thought came to mind.

“The most important thing for a chocolatier is a sense of originality. It’s necessary to have the advanced technology to make use of the best cacao, because texture and flavor aren’t enough...”

“Yeah.”

“Oh...I’m sorry. You’re probably not interested in this.”

“Well, I really like sweets.” When he answered this, her face brightened.

“Then, you should visit the chocolate specialty store called Mimi nearby! It’s my grandpa’s shop!”

“Maybe if I feel like it. And I understand what you’re saying, so I won’t tell you to stop going on runs. But won’t you at least go to bed early and get proper sleep?”

“I study at night.”

“Oh, do you get bad grades?”

“That’s not it! There are various hurdles that have to be cleared in order to do things I want to do. Grandpa’s chocolate and Dolce’s events are also taking me hostage.”

“Ha?”

“My parents have conditions for me, and I agreed to them. And my grandpa’s chocolates are the best, but he was thinking of closing down the shop, and I wanted to help in any way I can.”

He understood that she liked them. Her grandfather, the chocolate, the shop...he could tell by her facial expression.

“My mom said I can’t let my grades fall just because I’m helping at the shop.”

“Well, you’re still a student. So you won’t be allowed to go to Dolce events if your grades dropped?”

“Yeah, and I would hate that! I won’t die if I miss out on some sleep, but if I can’t meet Fuuma-kun, then I will die!”

“Tch.” Sara glanced at her blankly as she gripped her own fists.

“Did you like Fuuma so much that you knocked down my bouquet?”

Her eyes widened, and then her face turned red. She lowered her head a little.

“That was...not on purpose. I’m sorry.”

“You’re so devoted I barely noticed.”

“Yes, I’m very devoted! I can only see Fuuma-kun!”

“...”

Her face seemed brighter now, and her glittering eyes made him feel somewhat annoyed.

“Ah- of course, I support Dolce as a whole! Please do your best! Well...excuse me.” She bowed her head low before taking off on her run.

When she left, his phone rang again. It had been buzzing the entire time they were talking.

But she never questioned why he didn’t answer his phone. So he was relieved about that.

Maybe she saw Sara throw the phone away and suspected something was wrong and tried to take care of him.

When the call stopped, Sara turned off vibration mode. He really wanted to reject the call itself, but if he did, she would probably fly back. He couldn’t do anything.

“...Leave me alone, already.” Sara clicked his tongue and started walking. “Hmm..?” he noticed something had fallen when he was walking away.

When he looked at it, he noticed it was a small notepad with the name Ouji Uru written on it.

[nad-zeta]

Match up 💎

Sooo I’ve been reading a bunch of your match ups (THEY’RE AMAZING BTW) And I wanted to request one if you are available    🥺👉🏻👈🏻❤️Alrighty, so I have a very introverted personality, but I am social when I have to be. I lowkey rather watch netflix and eat ice cream than go out. I really love to make people laugh and feel good about themselves. I really don’t like being the center of attention, I rather see others happy (Idk why I guess its just a better feeling for me.) I love to read anything romance, I’m a sucker for a good love story. I’m pretty sure I have an overactive imagination, leading me to play out at least 50 fictional scenarios in my head everyday loll. I am caring, and when I love someone, I tend to give everything I can to the other person, even if I don’t get anything in return (it gets me screwed over a buunch of times =_=) I’m extremely insecure and I try my best to work on my self-confidence even though nothing works for ya girl Even though I have to work on myself, that doesn’t stop me hyping up anyone in my life that is sad or feeling insecure as well. I don’t know who I would fit with from Ikesen, but I am excited to see what you think 🥺❤️❤️❤️ Thank you so much ^-^   

Awww thanx so much! You are such a sweetie pie! Thank you for the request @ikemenduo ! I hope you enjoy it <3And I hope you have the best day today! 

So I match you with........................... Ieyasu 

Your first task given to you as the new princess of the Oda forces was to care for Azuchi's very own hedgehog. He had gotten injured a while back and didn’t take it seriously now; he was sick. TBH the Oda forces, were all too happy to pass off the problem to someone else, cause it is true what they say doctors truly make the worst patients. You walked into his palace, not knowing what to expect, you had been teased like mad by Masamune and Mitsuhide for being tasked with caring for the sour puss. You walked in to introduce yourself only to be met with Ieyasu running a massive fever and maid scurrying around. The maids pulled you into the room to help them. You knew how to care for sick people, you were by no means a doctor or anything, but you knew what to do from what your mom and dad would do when you were sick. You shooed out the maids as they were just pointlessly running around and sat beside Ieyasu’s bed with a bucket of cold water. You squeezed out the washcloth and placed it on his forehead. You couldn’t help but trace the contour of his face with the tips of your fingers. You introduced yourself and started chatting to this blond porcelain doll. You low key told him all about yourself cause you thought he wouldn't hear you, little did you know even though he was sleeping he listened to every word. He smiled inwardly to himself at the silly girl soothingly caressing his face and telling him, her whole life’s story.

Caring for Ieyasu was definitely not an easy task, the suborn man would constantly try and get up to work. Although through your many days of nursing, this baby duck back to health, the two of you had come to understand each other. You would scold him whenever he would overwork himself, and he would tease you in his own contrary way. Often the two of you would sit and have some tea together. Nothing softens this porcupine boy’s heart quite as much as an optimistic, sweet, caring person. At some point during your tea and chat sessions, Ieyasu revealed his whole back story to you and the reason why he is so adamite on being strong and wanting to get to work. Cue you now becoming Ieyasu’s personal cheerleader. You build up this softy boy so much, with your kind words and caring nature. You had also discovered that Ieyasu has the most beautiful smile, so you have made it your personal mission to bring that smile to his face as often as possible by cracking them jokes and being your cute, lovable self.

One night you got scared, it was a stormy night, and you were alone in your room. You have an incredibly overactive imagination, and your mind was now playing tricks on you. You saw a shadow cast by a tree on the floor of your room. Your logic mind said it was just the shadow of a tree, but your imagination was telling you it was a ghost coming from the depths of hell to terrorize you. Just as you had that thought, a flash of lightning struck followed but the loud rumble of thunder. You jumped up and screamed, you were freaking out. You threw the covers of your futon over your head when another flash of lightning blazed across the sky. The longer you were alone in your room, the crazier the stories would get. You were now convinced a lightening monster was after you. As the loud thunder rolled and another lightning bolt touched down to the ground, you ran your way to Ieyasu’s room. You didn't want to be alone anymore, and Ieyasu had such a calming presence, you thought. Plus, if there was a monster after you, Ieyasu was a warlord, so he should have no problem slaying the beast. You didn’t even announce yourself as you ran into his room. He was awake and sitting in his futon comforting wasabi when he saw you running towards him. “Don’t tell me you are afraid of a little thunder and lightning.” His voice was tender and soft, and as he spoke, he rolled his eyes and lifted up the covers of his futon to invite you in. You didn’t have to think twice; you basically dove into his arms. Ieyasu was low key so happy. He was now stoking the hair of his two favorite girls in the world, not that he would EVER admit that out loud. You fell asleep in his arm, and you couldn’t help noting how soft and comfy he was.

Part of your duties as Ieyasu’s caretaker was to care for his pet fawn as well. You have come to really love the sweet little guy, she was so freaken cute and playful. You loved watching her come into Ieyasu’s room in the morning and sneak up behind him while he was working. She would legit start nibbling on his hair as if it was a piece of soft cotton candy. You would legit break out in laughed at Ieyasu’s shook face. Wasabi was a mischievous little deer and would often get up to all sorts of mischief. You went to get some food for the adorable fawn and walked outside as if to coax her away from nibbling on Ieyasu as if he were a snack, her ears perked up when she heard you call her from outside. She sprinted out the room and almost rammed straight into you. Ieyasu watched the two of you with fond eyes. Wasabi being the mischievous fawn she was, grabbed your basket and started teasing you with it. The two of you played and ran all around the garden. You were having so much fun you didn’t pay attention to where you were running landing you straight in the pond in Ieyasu’s garden. Wasabi thought this was some new fun game, and joining you in the water splashing about. You couldn’t help but laugh at the whole scene. Ieyasu had been watching the two of you the whole time and couldn’t help but chuckle, as he walked closer to you in the pound his chuckle changed into full-blown laughter when he saw you “you look like a drowned rat. “ He walked up to you, offering you a hand to help you out, but you had other plans, you couldn’t help yourself, you pulled him to fall into the pond next to you. The two of you were now laughing and splashing each other in the pond. When the two of you were done playing and having fun, Ieyasu stood up and said: “Silly girl, let’s get dried off before you catch a cold.”

Ieyasu literally had you sit in front of him as he gently dries your silky hair for you. Gosh, he loved this silly woman so much. He had decided now was his perfect opportunity. As he dried your hair, he told you he needed to tell you something, as you turned around, you look at him. He took your head gently in his hands, turning it back away from him if you looked at him now he would lose his nerve. He took a deep breath and said that he loved you. You turned around, wearing the brightest smile. Hells, he loved that goofy grin of yours. You kissed his cheek and said, you loved him as well. You then stood up and stated that it was now your turn to dry his hair. This boy was blushing like mad the entire time. He was so happy. You had long ago fallen in love with this fluff ball. And you were but all too happy to finally confess your love for him as well. What made you even happier, however, was this golden opportunity to finally be able to touch his hair without looking like some creepo. You have always wanted the opportunity to see if his hair truly was as soft and fluffy as it seemed, and you were not disappointed cause OMW it was the softest and fluffies hair you had ever felt. Once you were done, you kissed his red cheeks. The two of you two cuties spent the rest of the night cuddling and chatting away. 

You found out your softi boy also is a secret romance novel fan. You were cleaning his room one day when you discovered his guilty pleasure. You had stolen a couple of his books to read for yourself, and damn were they the best romance stories you had ever read. Hehe, Ieyasu saw your reading one of his precious books the one day and all while red as a tomato asked you where you had found the book. You couldn’t help but tease him a little. A new favorite for the two of you is to read together. You will sit in Ieyasu arms while he reads the newest romance book to you. 

Often the two of you can be found nestled in each other’s arms; you loved hugging and cuddling Ieyasu. He was so freaken soft and cuddly, snuggling him was like cuddling the softest pillow in the world! And don’t even get me started on his sweet, sweet little kisses. 

Other potential Matches…………Yukimura 

I hope you enjoyed it love! and I hope you are staying safe and well! 

[artheclown]

3, 8, 25 :) -Patrick A.W.

Thank you trick!!! I’m having such a fun time answering these :)

3. Who is the most underrated sunny side character? I struggle with the “underrated” “overrated” question because I’m sooo out of touch with the Sunny fandom as a whole. I feel like I live in my own bubble with a handful of really sweet mutuals. In general, I would kill and die for Artemis, I think she’s so funny. I love the lawyer, I looooove Z, and I love Carmen so much (sweetie, I’m so sorry they wronged you).

8. Rank all the Sunny ships from fave to least fave. Because I’m a freak and I love to talk I went ahead and discussed extra team-ups and didn’t limit this question to just romantic shipping. (I actually initially discussed every single possible team up including Frank but I scrapped a few bc I was just being ridiculous):

1. Mac/Dennis: I’m not sure this one needs explaining. Endless canon content and it’s actually possible that it’ll become canon (I’m a clown, sorry). I’m also not immune to the fact that it definitely has the most fan content. 10/10 ship.

2. Charlie/Dee: I’m actually a really huge fan of this ship (*covers my ears and closes my eyes during Times Up For the Gang*). I think the idea that the two of them are mean to each other purely to gain validation from Mac and Dennis has a lot of merit and I think they genuinely could make a really good team. (*Aches* they should’ve run away with Peter Nincompoop.)

3. Dennis/Dee: I’m such a huge fan of their team ups. Their chaotic energy is unmatched by any other team up. (Makes this list nonromantically, obviously.)

4. Mac/Charlie: Makes this spot on the list kind of by default. I’m certainly not passionate about it but their relationship is pure and good and I’m never opposed to a little homoeroticism among good friends.

5. Mac/Dee: I think it’s so fucking funny that two people who love each other so much (Kaitlyn and Rob) have managed to make two characters with zero goddamn chemistry. (Not in a negative way! I genuinely believe their characters hate each other, and I believe that was writers intent. I find their team up episodes hysterical and I love their dynamic. I love that they hate each other.)

6. Dennis/Charlie: They have their moments, of course. I stand by that post about early Den/Charlie scenes. They’re damn cute snuggling on the futon, or when Dennis gives him the back hug in The Gang Gets Extreme. THAT BEING SAID I genuinely don’t think Charlie could ever love Dennis the way Mac does. I think Charlie is too put off by his vanity! I think he sees through it more than Mac does. (I’m blinded by M*cdennis, forgive me.)

BONUSES:

Charlie/Frank: The absolute cutest, purest friendship in the show. Two guys who never (okay, hardly ever) manipulate each other and just genuinely enjoy each others company. Two guys living together and sharing a futon by choice is just so god damn cute to me. When Frank GENUINELY comforts Charlie after the fall out of The Nightman Cometh? When Frank is holding Charlie after he shoots himself with the flare in The Gang Goes to Hell pt 2? I just think it’s really cute and sweet what good friends they are.

Dee/The Waitress: Genuinely do not understand this ship. Listen, I am not the kind of person who is above shipping characters who have little to no interaction. It’s just that I find the Waitress to be completely unendearing (I love her place in the show, I don’t think she shouldn’t be in the show to be EXTREMELY clear.) I just think her character is written with no redeaming values and so I have a hard time trying to ship her with anyone, let alone Dee, one of my favorite characters! Another “that being said...”: As much as I love Charlie/Dee, I’m also a huge fan of lesbian Dee. I’m just not down to clown with Dee/The Waitress.

Frank/Artemis: is so goddamn funny to me. 10/10 LOVE their whole thing.

That was so goddamn unnecessary, thank you for coming to my ted talk  

25. What predictions do you have regarding the future of the series? I try not to think about it. I don’t actually think they’re going to give us M*cdennis and it bums me the fuck out. Like, genuinely. I think the episodes will continue to make me laugh, I’m sure there will be more moments like Mac picking Dennis up so that RCG can continue to queer bait the fuck outta me (Okay, maybe it doesn’t count as queerbaiting sense they canonized gay mac (thank u rcg for that sorry im an ungrateful fuck)) but... Yeah! I’m going to watch the next season, for sure, and I will probably like it :) I just can’t genuinely bet on them doing anything fun like giving Mac a boyfriend and having Dennis be jealous/annoyed about it. Shit like that is so fun to talk about and theorize on but I just don’t think they’ll do it. Cowards. (Thank u RCG for MFHP). That was a mess.

Thank you, again!! [insert that gif from The Gang Misses The Boat: “I’m talkin’ to myself but that’s just because I have shit to say”]

[bakashidan]

TaS - The Sims 4 Farr Dynasty (1#1)

I’ve played TS4 for so long and have done lots of challenge (though without ever sharing about my experiences), but I have never had done the legacy challenge. Seeing that I currently have nothing to do in my game aside from the 30-days Build It challenge, obviously I decided to have a little fun with one of the biggest, oldest challenge around  🙌

Instead of creating a new sim from scratch, I picked out a randomly generated townie. This allowed me to have a completely random sim whose traits and aspiration are alien to me - since I have a tendency to make my sims look and have certain traits - while also introducing me to the freak show that is Maxis’s choice of... well, je ne sais quoi.

The game did a good job on utilizing all my cc, that’s for sure.

So here is the founder of the soon-to-be Farr Dynasty: Robin Farr.

Driven out of home by her parents, Robin Farr promises to create a far (pun not intended) greater legacy to prove her worth. She moves out to a small island near Windenburg, settling down on an empty land, with what little changes she’s saved up from her job as a leaf cutter. That’s right, folks. Our miss Farr is a gardener. Now that’s something I’ve never truly played with, despite having the seasons expansion. 

Following the basic rules of the challenge, the succession laws I follow are gender equality, traditional, merit, and brood. I considered the exemplar law, but then again it would be far more interesting to see which child tries to lick ass the most :D plus I rarely interact with children in my game plays, so the hates children trait really sits well with me. What doesn’t sit well instead is the scoring sheet, since I will most likely forget to tally all my dos and don’ts to even know my score at all due to college works. I also set down the quality to laptop mode due to having to work on another 3D rendering program, so my graphic in game looks quite crap.

Traits: Romantic, Geek, and Hates children. Hmmm.

After setting my money to §1800, I had to send her off to work because the damn phone is starting to explode with the boss’s calls. She brought home §175, a meager sum which I doubt would even be useful at all to help me build a house - SOOO I set her out to visit the neighbors, the Bro household and the Bjergsens. Robin had free meals over at the Bros’ and introduced herself to Bjorg Bjergsen and his smallest daughter, whom she had the misfortune of having to entertain. That little interaction gave her a 6 hours tense moodlet, lol.

That being said, right after the little imp scampered away to play in a leaf pile, Bjorg made a move on Robin and DUH, of course she retaliated back. They were watching a romantic movie together, sitting by each other’s side with flirtatious jokes flung around, generally having a really suggestive time a homeless person and a rich father of two shouldn’t be having. Then Clara Bjergsen came in, and Bjorg got embarrassed just in time before his wife caught on them. Robin left the house with a plate of warm turkey dinner and a dirty little secret I might had planned to cultivate.

She left the house to go back and sleep at the Bros’, I might add. That earned her a negative relationship with Joaquin, but also a significant boost to her romantic relationship with Sergio for no other reason than all the flirting the two kept doing because they were under the influence of the steamy ginseng juice Joaquin brewed. So much for trying to get her out of the house, Le Chien.

The romance went steady even with all the sneaking around Bjorg led Robin to do - he asked her to dinner right after he fought with Clara, took her to the humor and hijinks festival, and had a date to the park - and at the end of the day, Sergio’s romance meter was higher than Bjorg’s. Fuck it, I thought. Persuading good ole Bjorg to get a divorce is way harder than marrying Sergio. On their third dinner date Robin asked Sergio out, and he immediately followed up with a proposal. It might be because they were celebrating his birthday or whatever, dunno, but she said yes - and they eloped on impulse Θ_Θ)> The news didn’t sit well with Bjorg, who asked Robin out to another outing right after her sudden wedding.

He hated it. The old man argued with Robin and threw her drinks until suddenly, Clara Bjergsen came inside the bar, looking shocked to see her husband so violent. It prompted him to stop fighting with Robin, but the deed is done and the love is gone. Whatever fling they had had gone down the drain, even as Robin tried to smoothly recover and apologize (jackass had the nerves to shove her in response!). So I moved her out of the bar, heading to the art gallery, a place where she usually unwinds... with Jade Dragon. Seriously though, this game needs a heavy PG rating - and not just because there are super R-rated mods in the community :>

After three plates of chicken nuggets and unwinding with the bubble blower, I couldn’t force the poor girl to walk home when she’s already jackshit hammered. 

So she slept in the art gallery and was late to her work - oh, joy! - and I automatically switched to Sergio. He was chatting up Joaquin in front of a Japanese restaurant I put in Newcrest and Joaquin didn’t exactly look thrilled about it; so maybe he was asking Joaquin to be a godfather or something? Is this a sign from SimGod that some ~spicy~ woohoo is on the way that night?

Anyhow, because the lad had a day off, I fulfilled all the requirements for his promotion and bought some basic furniture to fill a 6x8 room. I crammed a (used) double futon, a baby basket, a toddler bed, a high chair, a fridge, a toilet, a bath tub, and a workstation as efficient as I could and bought some more decoration mod that resembled hastily given wedding gifts (clothes rack, shoe rack, and an ‘adults only’ neon sign that I put up for no other reason than looking cool during nighttime). Must’ve been heaven for Sergio, seeing as he was a materialistic sim. Building the whole room costed me an arm and a leg, and when Robin came back home the two of them had a quick, free meal to save on their food expenses.

Later that night, Joaquin invited Robin to dinner and Sergio tagged along. True to their action earlier, the bros started talking again about SimGod-knows-what and the conversation took a pretty strange turns when bubbles of sun, diaper, baseball gloves, and an anti-Sergio one poured out of Joaquin’s mouth lol. Is he rejecting Sergio’s offer? Is he dissing his bro? Is he really not bad-mouthing Robin, the one whom he had bad relations with?

Sims are... fickle????????

“Yo, what the fuck, bro.” -Sergio 2k19

On the side notes, while these three were having a serious conversation, the Landgraab couples came and copulated in front of the entry way. I never would’ve seen it coming, not even when the blue notification box popped up and notified the whole world about their intimate times. I luuurve WickedWhims, but sometimes it’s just too much hassle - both the setting and the random sex pair ups. Teen Alexander Goth came by and excitedly took a picture of the event (shame that NPCs can’t exactly take a picture, though).

Even more later on that night, after they went back to Joaquin’s place from dinner, a certain someone couldn’t keep their hands inside their pockets and flirted a lot. And by a lot, I mean a whole damn lot. Sergio finally won over Robin’s reluctance and they tried for baby inside his old closet while Joaquin took over Sergio’s old bed and slept on it. It took a single try for Robin to carry a kid from the suave tech guru, whereas with Bjorg none of the hot dilly dally even produced in anything but the cum slut spermatozoa fluid hussy moodlet. Good thing she broke up with Bjorg, right?

No.

God, I don’t even want to relish the next part ever again. Possibly one the worst drama I’ve witnessed in sim history, even with the knowledge that all kinds of activity that happens is probably mutually agreed upon. But hey, the worst is yet to come... I think. And the next part of our first generation is going to be a grim and heavy, but I won’t forget to add all the cute parts that popped up here and there. Rewriting my experience so far has made me realize just how dramatic a sims gameplay can be 🤔🤣

Special thanks to all the amazing creators whose mods I use during my gameplay, and to ChilliP0uch for talking me into joining this challenge ♥

[jenesys-energy-ph-blog]

DAY 5 by Love Gomez

As usual, lectures in the morning are quite challenging because we always stay up late in the evening (or you could say until very early in the morning). Today we met leaders of small and medium sized companies and had lunch with them. I was especially inspired by the story shared by Dynamic Sanito Inc. about their grandmother, who was the one who started the company. Their grandmother was just then devising ways on how to get rid of pests in their house to please her in laws until eventually, to help others too with the same problem, she started their family business and shared her knowledge about effective pest control. I really admire this trait of the Japanese in general - finding a solution to whatever problem they have, and hence, their being well known for innovation. We spent the time after lunch in a long ride to Semboku City, where we will be meeting our host families. While on the bus as we were leaving the venue of the luncheon, the weather forecast for today came true...it snowed :) We were all at awe and very happy to watch snow falling lightly at first from the sky. So that was how it looks like. The sky turned gray and everything else actually (at least that's how it felt like to me) and snow seemed like danced in the air and hopelessly followed the direction of the breeze.  As we proceeded with our journey to Semboku, snow fell more heavily. Now it's steadily falling on the trees, on the heads of the people clearing the roads from snow, on the pavement, on the roofs of houses, and everything else. I was planning to sleep and take a rest during the trip, but I didn't want to miss watching the snow fall. Eventually I stood up from where I was sitting and took photos until co-delegates around me woke up, and chatted with me until we reached our next venue.  Our next venue was a big high ceilinged hall. We were made to sit opposite all the host families lined up in front. Everyone was just wishing to be assigned to that family with a cute little boy :) One by one we were called to join our otosan and okasan and I can still remember the faces of delegates as they excitedly waive their hands goodbye to leave the hall and go to their assigned houses for the next 3 days. I, Pam, and 2 other Thai - Som and Nat - were assigned to Fujieda-san. Shortly after the others, we hopped in her car and took the short drive towards her house.  I really like Semboku. It felt like a small, peaceful town where everyone seemed to know each other. Driving around it for the first time with Fujieda-san, Pam, Nat, and Som felt really nostalgic. I was like gosh, is this really happening, haha. Especially when we passed by the Samurai houses in the Samurai village - it was really beautiful. Fujieda-san said that during spring, the trees that lined up the village are blooming Sakura trees. And then finally, after a tunnel, we turned left to a field filled with snow and then left again to Fujieda-san's super cute house! She's indeed a farmer. One can tell from the then snow covered greenhouses lining her driveway as well as the tools outside her brown house. The house is all wood, with glass and wood sliding doors, shiny wooden floor, and yellow lights. Everything made the cute house so cozy. In the room where Fujieda-san made us settle, there was a low table at the center, a small kitchen on the left, and a tatami room on the right where she fixed 4 super soft and warm beds for us. She took the futons, pillows, and comforters from a closet with sliding doors just like in Doraemon :) She said (by making cute gestures and cute sounds as she can't speak English that much) that we can do whatever we wanted until 6PM, when dinner will be served. So we decided to walk to the Samurai Village. It could've been a place that one can easily walk to if not for the snow and the very cold weather. I thought I wouldn't be able to make it as half way through, my ears were already hurting and my eyes seemed to be already freezing and drying lol. Pam very kindly wrapped her scarf around my ears, my mouth, my nose, and up my head until only my eyes and glasses were showing. All along, my glasses would accumulate fog, until I can no longer see anything, LOL.

While walking, we met a woman walking her akita dog! So akitas are big dogs! The dog was a bit shy though, but still the owner very kindly encouraged it to play with us. I tried my best to take photos despite my shaking, freezing hands :p 

The walk back home still felt long as the snow fell more heavily and by then, it already grew darker. I was so relieved when we reached home. I immediately placed myself in front of the heater. Shortly after, food came, I got fed, and I felt even better :p A lot of food was prepared by Fujieda-san for each of us and it was served in really cute plates. I noted how it was a balanced meal with rice and fish and chicken and fruits and vegetables :) 

Fujieda-san's toilet and bathroom were so cute too. There was a cat outside the door that lights up whenever there's no one inside to let people know that they can enter. It was really cold in places inside the house where the heater's warmth doesn't reach. That includes the bathroom so I really had to rush getting into the warm water whenever I take a bath. I had to keep the shower on each time to survive taking a bath. 

Checking on Facebook and Instagram that night, it was really very cute and funny to see, read, and watch how everybody else is doing. Members of group C are updating everyone in our group chat about their host families, what they're currently doing, and what they will be doing the following day :) Some played with snow some more, some helped prepare dinner, some played with cats, dogs, and their cute baby brothers (awww I envy those people haha).

That night I probably had the best sleep I had in Japan. Our beds were sooo comfortable and sooo warm. I probably fell asleep instantly after lying down.

Love has been with Shell since the year she graduated from the University of the Philippines (major in Psychology) in 2010. She finds fulfillment in her current role with Recruitment, where she helps out with Recruitment activities in the Philippines, Thailand and Indonesia. She balances the things she needs to deliver at work with the things she loves to do outside work: discovering new songs and watching good movies, exploring places with her family and friends, doing a bit of photography, reading and writing, sketching and water color painting. Although a natural introvert, Love loves being with people especially with those coming from a cultural background different from hers. She can get easily inspired by different peoples' stories of kindness and perseverance to live and survive life.