#Kerros Answers

[thenyandrawsnstuff]

who would win in a fight bombyx or red slugcat that fucked up kerro’s life

real answer:

Artificer is a wayyyyy more capable slugcat in combat due to her abilities and greater experience with fighting in general, there’s a reason she’s used the most in the arena mode and she’s probably the most powerful cannon scug with the exception of max karma saint.

But the thing about rain world pvp though is that it’s really only dependent on who gets the first hit since both of them die to a single spear throw anyways. Its probably not completely one sided as the outcomes can be unpredictable as hell but in a legitimate 1v1, arti would definitely have the upper hand over Bombyx, mainly because of the rocket jump giving her better mobility overall.

funny answer:

I mean it’s for Kerro’s sake, let them have this

and also Bombyx’s saving grace is that they lock the fuck in when they’re seriously pissed off lol

[gwynbleiddyn]

they talk for hours.

Morrigan watches patiently, out of sight and mostly out of mind, a tremulous understanding strung between her and the Warden-Inquisitor Severan - now a shared tale that has endured ages, a Blight, and a son. Kerros briefly wonders whether Kieran would appreciate the irony of all this, but then he thinks he'd prefer sitting in the tree with him in Skyhold again instead of here, at the end of the world.

"tell me about them," Rion asks of the Veilguard. Kerros doesn't know where to begin. it feels like they're starting at the end. how much time has passed since he left home? has Cullen remembered to prune the rosebushes and tend to the lemon trees? does grandfather still call around every day, insisting on coffee and a conversation whether or not his father wishes to oblige? Kerros can see it clearly in his mind's eye, the way the garden is left untended as Cullen tends to Rion instead, too weak to leave his bed some days. he can see Amrun pacing in the terracotta kitchen, herbs drying on a rack, coffee brewing in a pot and poured in a cup that will be left untouched - truth be told, Rion doesn't taste much anymore.

Kerros blinks, and he sees his father, sat across from him. sick. tired. armoured, resolute, unyielding. he does not know how to stop fighting.

"you'd like them," Kerros answers. he tells Rion about Taash and Harding, his closest confidants - Rion's eyes lighten at the mention of the Inquisition's scout - and he skirts carefully around Emmrich's fondness of spirits, unwilling to test the weary mind of an ex-Templar. he explains Bellara's tenacity, her cleverness, how he wishes he'd met more Dalish like her in his time. he talks of Davrin's seemingly innate heroism, and how Assan keeps him humble. "and Neve," Kerros says, "she shares your sense of humour, but she's got more braincells to work with., soo...."

Rion chuckles, a faint and raspy sound.

"and there's Lucanis..." he leaves the rest unspoken, but Rion's gaze softens. he knows. and perhaps it is pointless to dwell on something his father will not live to see.

but he can pretend, for a moment, "...when this is done, we're going to Treviso. Cafe Pietra. best coffee this side of Rialto Bay, I promise. Lucanis is a man of his word."

it's easy to get lost in the details of his new life, but with each admission comes a little notch of pain, a fresh mark on his heart, slowly cutting away the fine threads that hold him to Skyhold, to the Inquisition, and to Rion.

he may be a shadow of himself in the here and now, but Kerros holds onto a vision of Rion so tightly that time can only bend around his fingers to touch it. it leaves fingerprinted indents, glimpses in the light, of a man whose shoulders could carry him around Skyhold without a care, even when the world was knocking at his door.

it is a small, fleeting moment, but he thinks he finally has an answer for Bellara's hero. why does he do it? because this story isn't fair, and he will fight it until he can't. no matter which way the tides turn, even if they win, Kerros will lose, and it will hurt more than everything that came before.

"i miss it," Rion admits. "the friendship, that connection. even in the Templars, the Wardens, it was those bonds that kept you going on your worst day, and trust me, the worst day will always come. your friends will keep you when the world won't."

Kerros swallows back the incessant grief, and smiles.

"yeah. i know they will."

[historias-multorum]

@apocalypta-secundus​ continuing from this.

“My favorite? Well I really like Sakura jelly kerro.” Tsuyu answered. “But you don’t have to get me anything. I wanted to share what I had.”

[heromuses]

"Shoto-san Shoto-san, I need a player 2 for a game I'm playing kerro." - Tsuyu

"What sort of game is it?" He asked curiously, already planning to join no matter the answer.

[celestialtrolls-moved]

Hey Kerros, what kind of food do you like to eat?

ƐIf I can rope someone into cooking for me though, I like seafood.>

[ask-the-friendly-ink-demon]

Darkness

the toons and demons have different reactions to the darkness, some accept it, others hate it, while prowler..... he has mixed feelings and reactions about the darkness.... sometimes he loves it... other times he hates it.... and most times..... he’s afraid of it.....

darkness. the darkness was all the demon could feel after the explosion happened, prowler weakly opened his eyes to see he was in a dark void. like the inky well of voices that he was sent too every time he was ‘killed’ most times he got out. but other times the ink had kept him there longer. the voices driving him mad. but instead of the usual loud voices there were only whispers, like the ones henry had mentioned to him when he got sent there. the demon followed the whispers, hearing his own footfall before seeing an light, rushing over towards it. as he was then in another dark area, before noticing something chained up, with mutiple colors leaking out of it. and cracks and stitches around it too, along with an single eye. he stares in shock as he backs away, was that.... his soul??? he got his answer when the eye glows brightly, shining down a few feet away from him as something else forms from the light and the darkness, an creature with pure purple like skin, first holographic, before glitching into hard purple like crystals for an body, steaming as mutiple eyes opened up, staring down onto the smaller demon as prowler steps back, frowning as he notices just how different this thing was from him. it was everything he hated about himself. the one thing he didint want to become. an monster

his scars steamed as he clutched his chest, glancing down to it to see an hole in it where his heart should be, five months. five months he was trapped inside lanky, and he finally noticed the one thing he was missing that pervented him from fully escaping. his heart.... now that buddy had finally apparently taken down the false king, prowler’s soulless state much of finally reactivated. the two were staring at eachother, as the massive beast slowly took an step, with prowler taking an step back, afraid as the beast stares, it’s horns drooping “I...... I..... I N...NEED.... IT..... W...WE.... N...N...NEED.... IT.....” it says, it’s voice strained and tired and sore. almost like it had been trying to get to him for ages. the toon’s eyes softened but shrunk when he stares at it some more, watching it point to a similar hole in it’s chest, but only more deeper “WE.... NEED.... E....EACH....OTHER.... T....TO... S...SURVIVE...... T...TO D...DESTROY IT..... I.... NEED.... Y....YOU.....” it says, weakly walking over again, before it falls down with a thud, whining as prowler backs away more, staring at the heart, with was weakly pulsing. he’s done this before. back when nomad had him killed by henry. when alpha had bound himself to him they both touched his own soul. he can do this again he doesn’t need this thing anymore! but.... he stares more, frowning as the creature coughs, breaking apart a bit as prowler whines, thinking as he looks back and forth from the soulless variant of him, to his actual soul. before he sighs, walking on over to his own soul, the creature whining and coughing as it tries getting up, pleading “NEED.... YOU..... YOU.... N...NEED... US..... PLEASE... DON’T....” it falls down again, coughing heavily glances back, before he touches the soul as the soulless demon closed up it’s eyes, before feeling an hand nudged it, it glances over, before seeing prowler had brough the soul right in between himself and it, he stares, before picking up it’s own hand and placing it on the soul “we need eachother. but we also need our own soul to survive too....” he says, the soulless creature staring in shock, before it forms an small little smile, it’s tail and prowler’s forming a little fist bump as the demon grinned lightly before he too also places an hand on his soul, the cracks and such healing up slowly, before prowler closes his eyes as the entire area starts flashing... and then. he hears the sounds of something being cut open.....

[gwynbleiddyn]

→ AN ODD COMFORT || Lucanis x m!Rook • mostly spoiler-free, implications and some dialogue from Lucanis' final romance scene

Exhaustion colours Lucanis’ face in grim gauntness, even under the glow of water and the sunlight of a gentle Rivaini hand.

Kerros traces the faint, blurred edge of a dark circle with his thumb until it sweeps over Lucanis’ dark brow, and fingers slip easily into raven-dark hair, nails dragging lightly along skin. It earns him a gentle grumble of appeasement from the not-sleeping assassin in his lap, whose eyes remain closed in spite of his arguments.

Or rather, Spite’s argument has lessened in shared yearning with its host. The thought crosses Kerros’ mind unburdened, recalling the oddly comforting embrace of spectral wings not an hour before. 

Could be worse, he thinks. He could be battling something like Endless Disappointment or the crushing gloom of Emptiness. Are those even demons? Probably. Maybe. They must be out there, somewhere, ruining every Fade party they come across–

“Rook. Think quieter. Want to look. At you.” 

Kerros’ eyes are drawn to Lucanis’ own, now barely open, purple light spilling from beneath long dark lashes. Beautiful, in a strange and otherworldly way. Kerros chuckles faintly, unwilling to disturb the host from a barely-kept slumber. He runs his fingers down the distinguished curve of Lucanis’ nose, feeling every gentle scar and subtle blemish beneath calloused fingertips. 

A strange privilege indeed, to see a contract killer this close without fear of it being the last thing he does.

“You’ve looked plenty, Spite. Let Lucanis sleep,” Kerros answers Spite, as he always does. The purple glow flickers away, receding as Lucanis’ chest rises with a sudden breath, eyelids fluttering open. Dark, glassy brown, and Kerros would kill to see them in a Rivaini sunset. Maybe after this is done.

“I never sleep,” comes the eventual reply, voice heavy with evidence to the contrary. Kerros lets him have the moment, hand returning to card through his hair, letting it fall from between his fingers before they settle at his jaw instead.

“It’s alright if you do,” Kerros says. “Spite and I can play cards or something.”

Another grumble ensues as Lucanis shifts, propping himself up on an elbow to stare indignantly up at Kerros instead, his brow creasing. “Don’t say that. I haven’t taught him Wicked Grace yet.”

Of course. A fair and compelling argument. Kerros grins, hand dropping to trail fingers down Lucanis’ neck and collarbone instead, feeling the thrum of his words through fingertips. It is a pleasant sensation, a new one. He’s still fumbling in the closeness, uncertain of the unknown. He hopes Lucanis doesn’t quite feel the trembling in his hands, but that is wishful thinking, to pretend that a Crow cannot see the obvious.

“I’m not afraid of him. I just don’t want to waste time now that you’re here.” Lucanis tilts his head, indignance sweeping away beneath a coy glance and a half-hidden smirk. Every move, every look, every word - it all pulls and tugs at the wild little creature Kerros calls a heart, hidden safely behind layers of skin and bone and gold. He had tried to ignore it, and that turned out poorly. But he cannot bring himself to listen to it either, knowing that joy is nothing more than a chained bird, doomed to be brought low sooner or later.

But this Crow does not wear chains any longer. He made sure of that. 

“You still have to sleep sometimes,” Kerros argues. It is a weak attempt, and one that Lucanis easily bats away, his warm hand engulfing Kerros’ wrist as soon as Kerros dares to trail fingertips across his chest. Don’t tease, he can practically see Lucanis' eyes begging silently. 

“With you here, like this?” Lucanis sighs contentedly, gathering Kerros’ fingers and curling his hand into a fist only to press a kiss to ever-bruised knuckles. His beard scratches, his breath almost too warm, the kiss… his heart wrestles against its own bindings, and it hurts. Kerros doesn’t know what to do with it. 

“Lucanis…” Kerros murmurs, unsure of what he wants to say. Lucanis’ gaze turns from soft to sharp in a moment, assessing, the intricacies of a mired mind at work. He presses Kerros’ fist back to his chest, where Kerros can feel his own thrumming heartbeat. It is in his throat, and his head, and his stomach, and–

“Kerros.” Lucanis sits up, the plush cushion of the seat sinking as weight readjusts, placing Lucanis farther away than Kerros would like him. He frowns, instinctively reaching out but his fingertips only ghost warm skin as Lucanis turns to face him instead, and Kerros finds himself mirroring him. He lifts an eyebrow in silent question.

“I may not be afraid anymore, but I think you are,” Lucanis answers. “And I know it is not Spite who scares you.” 

He’s not wrong, even if Kerros wants to say that he is. He swallows, mouth dry, unable to speak past the heartbeat in his throat. 

“Is it me?” Lucanis asks, quiet and vulnerable, and Kerros groans, shaking his head. Never could be. 

“No. No, it’s not you. I never want you to think that, either,” he says, a little more pointedly than he means to. 

Lucanis offers a faint smile, reassuring - I had to ask- but the question remains in his gaze. 

Kerros feels it would be easier to dig into his ribcage and present the problem than try to verbalize it, but that might put a dent in the god-slaying plans for tomorrow. So he sucks in a breath and shifts a little closer, knees bumping into Lucanis’ own, arm stretching along the back of the sofa with a palm upturned - a gesture that Lucanis happily acquiesces to, offering his hand, and Kerros takes it firmly.

“I’m about to violently upstage your broody clouds of doom with my own, okay? Don’t take it personally,” Kerros tries to joke, and the muted laughter from Lucanis does a little to unwind the state his heart has gotten itself into. But only a little. “I just… don’t know how to be. I like flirting, I like the chasing, I love the– the fun of it all. But when that all turns real, when I know the feelings aren’t just here today and gone tomorrow, that scares me.” 

His thumb rubs gentle circles across the back of Lucanis’ hand, and he distracts himself for a moment studying every freckle and vein. 

“It scares me because I don’t really know what to do when it’s real. It feels so… vulnerable. Like…ugh. Not ‘oh no, I left my back open and got stabbed’ kind of vulnerable, the other kind. The one where it feels like someone can look at you and know every single thought. Every feeling. Every desire.” 

There is a flicker of understanding in Lucanis’ eyes, momentarily illuminated by the water-glow behind them. And perhaps there is a little of Spite’s purple gaze in there too. Watching. Listening. 

“That’s a lot. That’s a lot. And that’s the thing – I want you to. I want you to know me. I want to know you. You make me happy, you make me feel good when I’m around you, you… you understand the weird things, the insanity that we’re in. But you also remember my favourite dessert, and the way I like coffee. You know I hate the cold and the feeling of moss. You know stupid shit about me, and I love that, so much,” Kerros can’t help his smile, even if it wavers. All of those things are true - he does feel good here, safe, looked after. It’s easy to be around Lucanis. Kerros just wishes it could be easier still. 

“You deserve more than that, if we’re going to do this. You deserve everything. I want you to know what’s all tied up in here,” Kerros presses a hand to his chest, and his fingers tangle in the gilded chains around his neck. Gifts. Keepsakes. Soon to be a memory of those he’s going to lose. “But I can’t fucking let it go. That scares me, because I don’t know what to do when it’s gone.” 

The admission is raw. The words have never escaped Kerros’ lips before, and the force of them leaves his eyes stinging. His face feels drained of colour and warmth, goosebumps crawling up his shoulders along with the cold realization that the day he dreads is rapidly approaching. 

“Hey,” Lucanis’ voice cuts through the echoing drum of his heartbeat, louder than ever. Kerros doesn’t have time to think before his face is buried in Lucanis’ neck, his nose filled with the scent of him, his body wrapped beneath the weight of him, his heart… well. It remains bound. But it hurts less when Lucanis is holding him as he is, like he never intends to let go. 

“Your honesty is all I ask, tesoro mio,” Lucanis murmurs. The words bleed out of him, honey on the skin, warming Kerros through along with the hand rubbing gentle circles at his back. “I do not ask for things you cannot give, and I never will. Whatever is in there? Keep it. If it sees you through tomorrow, and the next day, and the next, keep it. Keep it until want becomes need.”

“But you deserve–”

“Nothing, Kerros. Nothing is owed. Nothing is deserved. We made no contract, and I will not reduce your heart to ink and parchment. You are more than that.” 

There are few better ways for a contract killer to alleviate Kerros of his guilt. He feels the release almost immediately, the self-inflicted bindings unravelling faster than Kerros can manage, and so he sinks into Lucanis’ hold and stares blankly at the undulating water casting light through the glass of his room. 

“You’ll stay?” he mumbles into Lucanis’ shoulder, following it up with a fleeting kiss to a cluster of freckles, now committed to memory. Lucanis leans back, sinking into the corner of the sofa and bringing Kerros with him. He gives Kerros room to shift in his arms until he’s lying comfortably, securely, feeling safer than he has in a long time, and too-gentle hands begin to card through his hair. Kerros acknowledges he is going to fall asleep here, forgetting about the weight of tomorrow. It is hidden somewhere behind Lucanis, out of sight, and out of mind.

“For as long as you’ll have me,” comes Lucanis’ answer. Kerros smiles, faint and tired. “Sleep. You need it.”

“We. Watch. Keep Rook safe,” echoes Spite. 

An odd comfort, indeed. But Kerros will take it.

He cannot let his heart go, yet. But perhaps he will be able to sooner than he’d imagined. 

[historias-multorum]

@waterhealer

"Mm, I don't know yet." Tsuyu answered as she was bundling herself up with her coat and scarf. "I normally just browse for a bit before deciding to get something kerro." She explained.

Continued from here.

“Oh! Yes, I’d like that,” Mizu smiled, taking off her doctor’s coat. “Chiyo—I mean, Recovery Girl told me to take a break. So, I guess...hah!”  “What will you get from the store? I’m thinking of getting myself some ice coffee and sweets for tonight.”

@historias-multorum

[historias-multorum]

What’s your favorite hobbies? Do you have any special talents? Did you have any other dreams before settling on becoming a hero? What’s you’re favorite food to make and you’re easy go to comfort food? (For Momo and Tsuyu!)

@ladytsunadehime

"Hmm, my favorite hobbies. Well, I like reading, Bōjutsu, cooking and baking. And I don't really have any special talents beyond my quirk." Momo answered. "Did I have other dreams? Not really no. I've watched a lot of the women pro heroes when I was little so I wanted to be just like them." She told Tsunade. "My favorite food is Shrimp tempura with oyakodon and wild rice, but my comfort food is just oyakodon."

"Kerro. Swimming and gymnastics are my favorite hobbies. I don't think I have any special talents though..."

"Did I have any other dreams? No I've wanted to be a hero and help people for a while now kerro. My favorite food to make is pasta but my comfort food is cherry blossom jelly."

[ask-miraculous-luxembourg]

Gotta say Kerro, those earrings do look nice. Whatever the price, they were worth it👌

“However, these ones aren’t free. Henri probably won’t be happy...”

[teruriphoto]

Simplicity #112: Hydrangeas In Blue

🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱

June is the month

For rain in Japan

When it comes always

With my favorite flowers:

Hydrangeas.

They are now

Answering for that incoming call

Waking up merrily

Blooming everywhere

In white, blue and pink.

Rain falls

Rain drops

In town

In the mountain

Frogs sing a song along

Ribbit! Ribbit! Ribbit!

Kerro! Kerro! Kerro!

Rainy season comes always

With my favorite hydrangeas

Blue is one of my choices of all

Because it refreshes my soul purely…

🪴🪴🪴🪴🪴

6月に入り

紫陽花があちこちで

咲き始めた。

青い紫陽花は

雨模様に良く似合う。

心が洗われるようで

ついつい眺めてしまう。

日本はまもなく

梅雨空に包まれる。

🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱

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[historias-multorum]

@scarlxtleaves

"Actually..." Tsuyu put a finger to her face. "I would like to know your hobbies Shoto-san." She answered. "What do you like to do for fun? That's what I'm most curious about kerro."

historias-multorum​:​

@scarlxtleaves​

“Mmmmm” Tsuyu mulled over his words and shook her head. “Kerro, there was only one time and it was when I was very small and I discovered my quirk. I ate a fly out of sheer curiosity.” She explained. 

“Technically I can, but I actively choose not to kerro.” 

So that’s the extent of her quirk. Hmm she really does have a frog’s biology. Interesting in itself but also it meant he’s learned something new about her which also means the two were becoming slightly closer friends. “Oh is there anything you like to know about me?”

[i-like-yoongi-a-latte]

Kysymys: kuka on sun suosikkipesäpalloilija? Mies/nainen? Suosikki omasta lempijoukkueesta & joukkueesta jota ET kannata? (Feel free to answer in english if you want)

Oooh! Ihania kysymyksiä, joihin jaaritella 🥰

Answered to this one in Finnish, if someone wants to read me rambling about my favorite pesäpallo players in English, feel free to send me an ask/a message and I'll translate my thoughts 😊

Miun suosikki on Juha Puhtimäki, joka on ihan huikee pelaaja joka osa-alueella. Ja Putte on tosi ystävällinen ja sen somessa esilläolo ja fanien kanssa kommunikointi on tosi luonnollista ja ihailtavaa. Arvostan lukkareita tosi paljon koska se paikka on vaikee pelata ja siinä hallitaan peliä suurelta osin ja Putte saa sen näyttämään helpolta. En kannata Mansea koska oon vieläkin vähän sydän rikki siitä kun ne "vei" Jomasta niin monta pelaajaa mut kun lemppari(t) pelaa siellä nii tulee vähän seurattua pelaajien kautta miten niillä menee. Naisista suosikki on tällä hetkellä ehkä Virpi Hukka (joojoo Manse taas vaikka sanoin etten kannata sitä 😂). Seuraan enemmän miesten pelejä, mutta naisista aika iso osa tutuista nimistä/suosikeista on lopettanu tai ei pelaa tällä kaudella nii en osaa oikein sanoa.

Omasta lempparijoukkueesta Jomasta suosikki on Ville Väliaho (jälleen tää lukkarilinja näkyy 😂), joka on ottanu lukkarin paikan haltuun joukkueessa Puten jälkeen ja suoriutunu hyvin, vaikka iso kolonen siihen sillon jäi. Lisäks on mainittava Konsta Kettunen, tosi lahjakas ja monipuolinen pelaaja sisällä ja ulkona!

Suosikki joukkueesta jota en kannata on vähän hankalampi tapaus koska mainihin jo tän Manse-jutun. Miulla on pieni viha-rakkaussuhde Jymyn kanssa, joten en laske sitä tähän. En tiiä suosikista mut arvostan Toni Kohosta tosi paljon, koska onhan se ihan legendaarinen tyyppi. En jaksa miettiä pidempään joten otan toisen manselaisen ja vastaan Tuomas Jussila - ihan huippu ulkopelaaja, tuntuu että sen räpylässä on magneetti joka vetää pallon aina puoleensa. Ja sisälläkin onnistuu lähes aina, en käsitä miten!

Pakko laittaa vielä viimenen ajatus tähän: en usko et Joma voittaa mestaruutta miehissä tänä vuonna, ainakaan näillä esityksillä ei oo kovin vahva usko mut aina saa toivoa, eikö? Sit toivon ettei voittaja ois Manse. Oon vaan katkera, mut jos voittavat nii hyvä heille 😂 kuitenki Jymy tai Veto vie kultaa 👀 naisissa Manse tai Kirittäret varmaan vie kultaa 🤔

Jos seuraat pesistä nii kerro toki omat suosikit tai veikkaukset voittajasta! 😊

[luostarinen]

20 Questions Tag

Rules: answer 20 questions and tag 20 people you want to know better.

i was tagged by @crappoforkakko and @i-like-hockey-a-latte thank you ♥

1. Nickname- like three people call me suski but that's it

2. Zodiac Sign- libra

3. Hogwarts House- slytherin

4. Height- 164 i think but could be wrong

5. Last thing I googled- swimming results as (lol)

6. Favorite Artists- currently nothing but thieves, pvris, jvg, gettomasa...

7. Song stuck in my head- it's my life by bon jovi

8. Followers- 142 (when did this happen??? i thought i had like 80)

9. Following- 132

10. Do I get asks- i just answered one today so i'd be lying if i said no... but very very rarely

11. Amount of sleep- i'll do anything from 3 to 13 i'm not picky

12. Lucky Number- don't have one

13. What I am Wearing- pajama top and sweatpants

14. Dream Job- i don't have one

15. Instruments- i pretend i can play piano and the bass but i'm lying

16. Languages- finnish and english fluently

17. Favourite Song- changes all the time but today they're äiti kerro mulle by mkdmsk and turning away by sum 41

18. Random Fact- i'm going to riga tomorrow

19. Aesthetic- idk you tell me

20. Dream Trip- backpacking through norway

I tag: @sepescoffee @brockymcginn @martynecas @a-h-o @the-sad-law-student @kat-to-kate @smileysepe @finnishhockeyelf @niederrider

if you’ve already done this or don’t feel like doing it just think of this as a ‘hey you’re cool’ from yours truly

[returquoise]

Translations of the Sphinx’s riddle in Harry Potter GoF

I was thinking about how genius the Finnish translation – or maybe localisation is the more accurate word? – of it is. Localisation because obviously the word “spider” is different in each language and thus the clues have to be changed, because spy makes zero sense in Finnish context for example. So I kinda want to read what other genius things other translators thought up! 

Finnish version, with my translation to English:

Ensin mieti, mikä aina seuraa päivää, valoa sen, (First ponder, what always follows the day, its light,)

mikä lankeaa yötä ennen, edellä pimeyden. (what falls before the night, before the darkness.)

Nyt kerro, miten lamppu syttyy, välähtää salama, (Now tell [me], how does a lamp light, a lightning strike,)

tapahtuu se millä kiire on kamala. ([how] does it happen in a terrible rush.)

Vielä nappaa alusta pois tavu viimeinen (Additionally, from the start snatch away the last syllable)

ja lopun lopusta kirjain yksinäinen. (and from the end of end the lonely letter.)

Kun jollain osaat sitoa yhteen tulokset, (When with something you can tie together the results,)

jo vastaa: Mitä otusta pussaamaan suostu et? (already answer: What creature will you refuse to kiss?)

The Finnish word for spider is hämähäkki (looks wild, right?).

The first two lines refer to hämärä (twilight – suddenly Robert Pattinson’s career is funnier) and the fifth line tells us to take away the last syllable, rä, and we’re left with hämä.

The next two lines means äkkiä (suddenly) and the sixth line wants us to remove the last ä, leaving us with äkki.

Hämä-äkki is not terribly far from the wanted answer and thus, hämähäkki.

Also I have to say that as a kid, and even now, I really appreciate the first two lines because they feel like a foreshadowing to Voldemort coming back in the next chapter. 

So what about other versions?

[historias-multorum]

superbeaucoupdevisages​:

historias-multorum​:

@superbeaucoupdevisages

“Kerro?” Tsuyu said softly while looking up in the tree.

What was Suneater doing up there? Was he stuck? Upon closer inspection, he wasn’t! He was just sitting there eating. Tsuyu thought that looked fun truth be told. She gave the upperclassman a wave hello.

    He had been lost in his own thoughts, so he jumped a little at hearing the soft sound she made. But with a quick peek downwards, he realized it was just the younger girl looking up at him curiously. Was it weird to eat in a tree? Probably.

    Tamaki finally fully glanced down at her as she waved before giving her a shy little wave back. Should he say something? It’d definitely be weird for them to just stare at each other, a lot weirder than just speaking up, surely.

      “Uhm…Hi…Did…Did you need something..? I mean…I’m pretty free right now I guess…”

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“Hello Tamaki-senpai. I was just heading back to the dorms.” Tsuyu answered. “Kerro, what are you up to?” She asked. 

Normally being in a tree would be something she’d do at some point, but it was a bit odd to find one of the big three in a tree. 

Is Tamaki sitting in a tree, nibbling some chips in peace, with no one else around? Yes, yes he is. Or at least he thinks no one else is around. He sure as hell hopes so. It'd be weird to be caught sitting in a tree while snacking and staring off into the void while he contemplates his life choices.