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park jimin fic rec list (Ⅲ)

woah it really has been a long time since i posted but i am so glad to be back and to get back into reading i saw so many of my favourite authors have updated and i am beyond excited to start this journey again but in the mean time here's jimin rec list as promised it was so exciting finishing this list cause i got so nostalgic making it and reading all the old fics i had on my reading list ughhh i just loved it so much and it got me back into the swing of things and i cant wait to make more lists, i do have another jjk list ready and i will post it the day after tomorrow so i hope you enjoy this one and don't forget to show all the love and support in the world to these amazing authors they work so hard to create these fics for us and they deserve endless praise and love for the commitment and generosity they have so please do leave them a comment, heart or reblog a small comment can go a long way here and can make someone smile even bigger so dont don't shy away from making someone happy... as usual you guys know this fics i recommend contain smut so minors don't interact you will be blocked... i really do love hearing from you guys so if you do have a little fic you are super into right now and you just want to rant about how amazing it is feel free to send me an ask 😊🖤

a- angst s- smut f- fluff

series

plot twist by @xpeachesncream f s a

↳ jimin isn’t interested in fake dating, but he’s definitely interested in getting to know someone the right way. after all, he feels like he’s ready to put himself out there and give it all he’s got. so, he takes a risk in trying something completely out of his comfort zone and hops on the new, popular dating app - only to come across and get to know someone he didn’t expect to meet.

a remedy for mondays by @dovechim s

↳ all you wanted was just one day off work. but for that to happen, you need to invent a plausible reason. and then somehow, somewhere along the way, things get out of hand, and now people think you’re having a baby with your co-worker Park Jimin after a one-night stand. confused? join the club.

it’s okay, that’s love by @/dovechim f s a deals with deep subjects

↳ People are constantly making some kind of connection with each other- be it friendship or romance. But human bonds always lead to messy complications; commitment, sharing, driving people to the airport, letting them get up close and personal with the darkest parts of ourselves. And sure- it’s scary as hell to watch them cross those boundaries you’ve so meticulously drawn, but it’s okay, because that’s love.

so it goes by @/dovechim f s

↳ Park Jimin knows a lot about humans. of course he does, he studies them for a living. he knows that they say hello by holding hands, and when they say goodbye, they put their arms around each other. but this particular human, he notes, is unlike the rest- stuck in a slump, going about your day praying for the Universe to stage an intervention in the form of an alien abduction. when he decides to finally fulfil your wishes, he finds that you have a little something to teach him about what it means to live life on Earth the way you do: ugly crying, underwear and all. in return, he shows you the possibilities that abound if you simply adopted their mantra: everything is beautiful, and nothing hurts.

love again by @taestefully-in-luv f s a

↳ A friend of yours is eager to introduce you to her new man but what happens when Park Jimin, the man who broke your heart 5 years ago walks in through the door?

the other woman: the seduction and the illusion by @namjooningelsewhere f s a

↳ No one told you being the other woman would never be easy, No one told you that his love would be two sides to a same coin. No one told you he came to you because you were his escape to his demons. No one told you he would always call you his, but he would never be yours. And most importantly no one told you, He never loved you because you dont destroy the people you love.

FUTURE HEARTS by @jungblue f s a ft. jjk

↳ It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook. 

after the applause by @foxymoxynoona

↳ Jimin doesn't know how he would have made it this far after the shattering of his world without the support of his thoughtful, generous, helpful neighbor. Hanbyul has lived next to hottie Jimin and his adorable daughter for years now, long enough to remember the wife he was so devoted to and lost far too young. With each safely ensconced on their side of the brick wall of the Parks' grief, it will take an enterprising little scientist to set the stage for a second chance at love.

saved by @to-star-lake s a

rockstar au deep subjects read warnings

midnight memories by @hobipaint f s a

↳ there's drunk habits, and then there's drunk mistakes. What do you call meeting your friend - no, ‘former friend’ - at a bar, getting drunk with him and sleeping- 'accidentally' - with him? especially when everyone already knows that you stay away from him as much as the day does from night?

Easy. You forget about it.

heartbreak chronicles by @sugaxjpg s

↳ Park Jimin had it all — good grades, a place as the soccer team’s captain and, more than that, the broken hearts of at least half the campus’ population. Though, one thing he did not have was someone willing to break his heart and, after you were dragged inside a miraculous plan to play that part, the last thing counted on was the preposterous idea that, perhaps, you could fall for him as well. 

drifting by@hongcherry f a

↳ After being assigned different partners for your midterm routine, your and Jimin’s relationship starts to deteriorate when you both begin spending more time away from each other and with your assigned partners instead.

growing pains by @taleasnewastime f s a

↳ Growing up the daughter of the boss of a gang is never easy, but normally the problems are around being given too many responsibilities, or the risk of being connected to a gang leader, or wanting to escape but not being able to. But you’ve got a different problem, you want more responsibility, want to be like your brother who’s been named heir, want a role in the family gang. Your whole life you’ve been denied what you want, being born a female seemingly your main issue; perceived as weak, naïve, trying to step above your station. But as unsupportive and dismissive as your family is, there is always the bright light that is Jimin; the boy you love but can never have.

tuqburni by @solastia f s a ft.myg

↳ You’ve spent two years building a life with Yoongi who you loved more than anything in the world. Now, his ex-boyfriend Jimin is back in the picture, and Yoongi begs you not to make him choose between the two of you, offering the choice of a polyamorous relationship. Though your heart is shattered, you agree.

stardust by @venusjeon f a

↳ struck by your beauty, Jimin begs to paint you naked behind the world's back so as not to stain your influential family—his patrons—with scandal.

drift by @snackhobi f s

↳ You used to think that there was nothing better than the sensation of coming first place. However, your rival- the talented, gorgeous, dangerous Park Jimin- is more than happy to prove you wrong.

the deli diaries by @jimlingss f

↳ Working at a grocery store deli is absolutely unbearable (and you’re also perfectly aware of how dramatic you are). But it seems like something, or rather, someone might make the job a bit more manageable.

best of me by @xotoosweet f a

↳ when he tells the story of how he met you in a few years, he'll claim that it was meant to be. you'll laugh and call it a coincidence. it was a coincidence that on the first day of summer semester, he decided to go on a run (though he claimed he always ran in the mornings). it was a coincidence that he chose a less traveled path in the university arboretum that morning. and it was definitely a coincidence that you were there, sitting on the rail of the river bridge.

the ten days of ex-mas by @kpopfanfictrash f s a

↳ Three months following the worst break-up of your life, you finally feel ready to start moving on. The world, it seems, has other ideas when you pick up the phone and find your ex-boyfriend calling.

strip by @yoonia f s a

↳ Summary | Everything you have done has always been about surviving life and raising your child on your own. Having someone else caring about you was the last thing you had expected. Especially when that someone is the same man you have watched performing every night on stage and secretly admired. But will he run the moment he finds out about your little secret waiting at home?

falling by @/yoonia s a

↳ For Park Jimin, you are everything he will ever need—his assistant, his housekeeper, his task runner, his fairy godmother. For you, he is more than everything. You have dedicated your life for him and, before you even realised it, your heart belongs to him alone. The only problem is that he is never yours, and you are living in a world that your love for him is nothing more than a fairytale ending. As you are suddenly given a chance to wake up and face the real world, will you be ready to embrace it? Will he be ready to deal with the world without you in it?

wrapped around by @jjkfire ft. kth f s a

↳ Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

baby, baby by @hobiwonder f s a

��� When you’ve run out of savings to continue on to the last semester of your Bachelors - you take an unorthodox route. Helping a desperate couple have a child and getting paid for it? Heck yeah. But what do you know - it wasn’t as easy as it sounds.

love at first touch by bagelswrites (ao3)

↳ The first time you meet your soulmate, it leaves a bruise on both of you at the point of contact. From then on, your body begins rejecting any sustenance other than the touch of your soulmate. The trick is, the bruises take a few hours to appear, so you have to figure out who you've touched and find them before you starve to death. But once you do, all you ever need is them. So what happens if you're an idol and you meet your soulmate at a fan event?

our little family by @nightbts f a

↳ you were living a simple life filled with simple dreams; combining your two most loved things in life, children and teaching, you were starting out your career as a teacher at the local pre-school. but little did you know, how one child and her very special father, would change your simple life into something extraordinary

one-shot 35

brand new eyes by @missgeniality s

↳ Jimin’s eyes had potential to ruin you, and tonight you test the damage.

waves by @shina913 s

↳ It's Valentine's Day and your boyfriend decides to spice things up with a little surprise for you.

failure to communicate by @gukslut s

↳ Enemies to Lovers/ College AU

physical by @ppersonna f s

↳ you cant seem to escape the sexy fitness instructor that seemingly is everywhere you turn. it’s enough to make you irrational.

good for you by @candlewaxandp0lar0ids s

↳ Jimin can’t help the way he drowns himself in you. Why should he anyway?

ho-ho-home by @jjungkookislife s a

↳ Golden neighbor extraordinaire, Park Jimin, is (unintentionally) stealing your spotlight this holiday season. Despite your one sided rivalry with him, all Jimin wants is for you to remember him, to remember your past and hopefully create a future with you.

100km/hour by @chateautae s

↳ what exactly happens when you and your friends have to pile into one car for the ride home after an insane halloween party, and you find yourself sitting in park jimin’s lap? especially when he’s dressed as an angel, and you’re in the sluttiest devil costume ever?

what it's like by @jimilter s

↳ You’ve always heard great tales about how good the infamous fuckboy on campus, Park Jimin, is in bed, and wondered if there could be any truth behind these claims when the guy looks like an angel with his cheruby cheeks and precious smiles. So when a new gossip starts to circulate about how ‘hard he hits’, you have had enough of the suspense and decide to finally sample him yourself.

feel your touch by @/jimilter f s a

↳ You have always known yourself to be a sexual switch in bed, flipping between exercising and submitting control according to different situations and partners. And this camboy you are addicted to, one that seems to kinda reciprocate your interest, submits so beautifully that you just want to command him. But when things progress to levels you never anticipated, you end up discovering pleasant surprises that might just change your life.

the prince’s cinderella syndrome by @/jimilter f s a ft jjk

↳ He shows up at Halloween, every year, dressed the same, and leaves at midnight like some Cinderella. You would think he was a prankster if his eyes didn't look like they contained all the sadness in the world. You don't know him - no one on campus does. You don't know why he appears only once a year. You don't know why he never smiles. But you can't help falling in love with him. Even if he breaks your heart when he abandons you at midnight, again.

scream your panties by @opaljm s a

↳ As your midterms have ended and Halloween has arrived, you are looking forward to a pleasant time relaxing and enjoying the festivities at your sorority and Jimin’s frat houses. Luck is not in your favor, though, because things keep going wrong like a trail of dominoes falling – the only upside to your slowly deteriorating day being that you get to end it with your boyfriend’s delicious self between your legs.

first snow, last kiss by @taeshobipop f s a

↳ He broke your heart four years ago; the old loving memories of your time together now tainted by pure betrayal. Yet in the haze of new snow, after returning home for the first time, the moments you had once convinced yourself were nothing but a lie, reveal themselves to be otherwise.

antifreeze by @winetae s

↳ Jimin participates in the school’s adaption of The Nutcracker for extra credit but doesn’t expect his new dance partner to a) be this bad at dancing and b) be this fucking cute

what she likes by @untaemedqueen f s

idol au husband au marriage au

only you by @personasintro f s a

↳  you’ve been always there for your best friend, even when he became a single dad 

sucker by @/personasintro s a

↳ You wish you'd pay more attention to Jimin. Like, how his eyes kept changing color. How cold his skin was, too unrealistically to be natural. Or one second, he flashed you with his sharp canines and the next one he didn't have any. How much he craved for you, but not the way you thought he was.

please, lie to me by @ressjeon s a

↳ "centuries of loyalty vs. only months of fucking, how could you miscalculate?"

summer synchrony by @seokkgenie f s a

↳ childhood friends to lovers

neon seoul @readyplayerhobi f s a

↳ It the city of New Seoul, another homicide isn’t newsworthy but instead just a statistic. But when the son of the mayor is murdered in an alley in a shady part of the city? Then it’s important. You and your partner, Detective Park Jimin, are given the honour of investigating the crime. Will you find out who killed him? Or will you fail?

serendipity by @btsracket s a ao3

↳ It's serendipitous. Jimin braces for darkness but finds his light instead.

the boyfriend concept by @/kpopfanfictrash s

↳ Win a Date with a Porn Star! You saw the sign when you walked in, of course, but you had no idea your friend dropped your name into the raffle. Fast-forward to later that day, when you actually win. You are horrified, of course, with no intention of accepting and setting yourself up for embarrassment. But then you meet Jimin, and decide this might be worth a shot.

Lovely Demons by @/kpopfanfictrash s a

↳ As penance for a crime committed long, long ago, the Witch Council banished you to the feared Tholoss forest. Your sentence was one hundred thousand days of solitude – or death, whichever came first. Your only hope of salvation comes from the demon names routinely sent your way; creatures who escape the inner circles of Hell and pose a threat to the mortal realms. For each demon you kill, days are removed from your sentence. For years you’ve existed, biding your time, until one morning you receive a name which throws your entire world into chaos: the name of Park Jimin, High Prince of Hell himself.

blue blood by @joonbird s a

↳ “Prince Jimin was born with blue blood. His coronation is rapidly approaching, but there are two requirements he must fulfil before becoming a king. He must have the skills to fight in battle, and he must have a Queen with blood as blue as his. You, a member of the royal guard, are assigned to teach Jimin the ins and outs of combat. You are not scared of death, of blood, or of battle. What you are scared of however, is falling in love with Jimin, the one man your blood decrees you can never have.”

i want to be with you by @oddinary4bts f s a

↳ moving to Seoul has always seemed like a good idea, until the bubble bursts when you realize your new neighbor is Park Jimin, and he's not the sweet angel you've always imagined him to be. Will the reality of Park Jimin forever be a nightmare, or will he turn into a sweet dream?

locked in love by @parkmuse f s a

↳ Getting locked in the mall on Christmas eve isn’t ideal, but getting locked in the mall with your brothers best friend that you haven’t seen in a while? Well, it might have been alright if you didn’t have feelings for him.

peaches and cream by @snackhobi s

↳ you wouldn’t mind your cute neighbour being such a shameless fuckboy if a) the walls weren’t so thin and b) he didn’t seem intent on adding you as another notch in his bedpost. 

reset by @/dovechim s

↳ We are made of the pieces of what we remember, and we hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there are memories to call our own, there can be no true loss. But Park Jimin has no such privilege. 

the dark side of the moon by @/dovechim s

↳ falling in love at first sight is cliche, not until it happens to you on a dark night in a lonely alley. but you’re only human, while Park Jimin is Alpha of his pack; it could never work out. so you resort to pining for him like a wolf howling at the moon, but when Jimin goes feral, that’s when everything changes. 

Unconditionally by @kstopping s a

↳ Jimin constantly torments you. But you love it.

Instinct by @evangelene f a

↳ A lost child appears into your life only to bring you closer Jimin–a man that you’d thought you’d hated once upon a time. Now all you want is to be there for the child, and maybe his father–but only if his mother gets the hell out of the way.

eternal sunlight by @kidguk f s a

↳ “college and soulmate au where the first words your soulmate will say to you are tattooed on your wrist. jimin thinks he met his soulmate exactly four months after he met and fell in love with you. you can’t explain your attraction or your feelings toward him, even though technically you’re meant to be with other people. taehyung and jungkook helpfully suggest that the universe might be glitching.”

foul play by @kimvtae f s a

↳ Everyone loves a good rivalry, and the students at your university are no exception. Unluckily for you, the rivalry of the decade is between yourself and a furiously irritating Park Jimin. A top gymnast and a basketball star shouldn’t cross paths, but Jimin makes his way into your heart before you can put a stop to it.

lost and found by @/kimvtae s a

↳ The only thing bigger than Park Jimin’s ass is his ego. After one too many scandals, after one too many mornings stumbling back to the dorms drunk or ruining the reputations of other idols, Jimin is given an ultimatum: complete a rehabilitation program in America or leave Bangtan.

if we were a movie by @/kimvtae f s a

↳ Friends with benefits never worked in the movies, but you and Jimin had been friends for so long, it was bound to work for you. Until, of course, Jimin gets a girlfriend, and you fear you may lose your friendship with him for good.

the pull of the tides by @goldenscript f s

↳ The expanse of the deep blue sea has always drawn you in. Each ebb and flow of the tides never ceasing to take your breath away. And now, a boy with hair as light as the morning sun and a smile just as bright does too. 

hard to say by @floralseokjin f s a

↳you've had feelings for your best friend Jimin for as long as you can remember, but you always thought they were unreciprocated. What if it turned out they weren’t...?

↬looking for pjm library or the other members check out my library

[a-drewid]

again & again (do it again)

Jean Moreau left home on his fourteenth birthday.

At the time, he had thought he would be back eventually. Stupid, he knew now, but fourteen year old Jean considered it a fact of life that he would return home at the end of the day. Return to Elodie, to his mother and her hissed words and rough hands, to his father and his silence. What freshly fourteen Jean Moreau did not realize, as he walked away from his home, his family, his life as he knew it, was that he would never be returning home again.

In fact, he would never have a home to return to after that day.

Ⅲ

On his fifteenth birthday, Jean woke up crying. He knew he must have been dreaming, though about what, he couldn’t remember. His sister, he would guess. He had thought about her often over the last year, in the middle of the night when he couldn’t sleep, the weight of a body next to him making his skin crawl and making his fingers itch to rip it all off. He thought of her now, as he felt the person beside him shift in their sleep. He wasn’t awake enough to remember who it was he was sleeping next to, whose bed he had been pulled into in the late hours of the night, and he was a little grateful for that.

On his fifteenth birthday, Jean Moreau wished that his sister would stay safe, and that she would never have to even dream about the things Jean was going through to keep her safe.

Ⅲ

The night before his sixteenth birthday, it was Grayson pulling him into bed, his smile sharp and never quite reaching his eyes as his grip tightened around Jean’s already bruised wrist. Over the last year, Jean had gotten better at zoning out during nights like this, leaving his body and floating up out of the nest, into the dark night sky above. He would imagine himself floating there, high above Evermore and Riko and Kevin and everyone and everything else. Sometimes, if he was feeling particularly selfish, he would imagine himself growing wings of his own, dark like a raven, and flying far, far away. 

Jean never stayed in his imagination long enough to decide where he would fly away to, though. He feared, in the back of his mind, as he felt hands push and pull at his body, that if he tried to fly too far, he’d fall. He used to try to convince himself he didn’t deserve that, to plummet out of the sky and become a spot on the ground far below. He didn’t bother trying anymore.

He knew he did.

Ⅲ

On his seventeenth birthday, Jean woke up alone.

He went about his day as usual, like every other day before and every day that would come after. No one said anything to him about his birthday. He figured (or maybe hoped) that no one remembered. 

It wasn’t until later, when he and Kevin were alone in the Raven’s locker room after a particularly rough practice, that Jean even remembered what day it was. Kevin didn’t say anything to him as he passed, just dropped a small note onto the bench Jean was sitting on and gave his shoulder a squeeze before leaving the locker room after Riko.

He didn’t dare open it until later that night, when he was once again mercifully alone in his own bed. It was short, clearly written by Kevin, the messy scrawl across the thin piece of paper unmistakable.

Happy birthday, Jean. You made it another year.

Jean scoffed as he read the note over again, before carefully folding it up and sliding it under his mattress. He refused to admit he slept better that night, knowing the note was there, tucked away and safe and known only to him.

Ⅲ

Jean Moreau did not remember his eighteenth birthday.

Maybe that was the worst part.

Ⅲ

The night before his nineteenth birthday, Jean Moreau watched Kevin Day walk away from him for the last time. He knew it was the last time somewhere deep in his gut, knew it from the way Kevin didn’t look back at him as he slipped carefully and quietly out of the nest and into the large world beyond.

Jean didn’t sleep that night. He watched the clock countdown to midnight, waited to feel something, anything, at the idea of once again surviving the year. There was nothing.

He made sure everyone else was asleep before he carefully reached under his mattress, pulling the note out. It was more worn than it had been two years ago, but the words were still visible on the paper, Kevin’s handwriting no different than it had been when he was making notes in the locker room the day before. 

Idly, Jean wondered if Kevin’s handwriting would look the same with his other hand.

The clock read 1 AM when Jean tore the note up, crumpling the pieces into a ball and throwing them into the trashcan across the room. For the first time he wished the Ravens were allowed to smoke, because the idea of setting the wad of paper on fire filled him with dark satisfaction. 

Instead he just rolled over, staring at the trash can until the sun rose the next morning. A new day dawned, and Kevin was not in it with Jean, and the world moved on.

Ⅲ

On his twentieth birthday, Jean woke up in a bed that was not his own.

He could feel the warmth and weight of another person beside him, but for the first time in years, he didn’t feel like ripping his skin off over it. He turned over instead, slowly and carefully wrapping his arms around the man next to him, trying his best not to wake up. Bleach blond hair greeted him as he cracked open his eyes, and Jean couldn’t help the smile that pulled at the corner of his lips.

Jeremy made a grumbling noise in his sleep and leaned back into Jean, and Jean let him, wrapping his arms around his partner tighter and letting his eyes slip closed again. He thought about the ripped up note, now tucked away in his desk drawer next to his own bed, and let out a breath.

Happy birthday, Jean. You made it another year.

For the first time in a long time, Jean was happy that he had.

[rajaions]

Unused and scrapped content in Radiant Dawn

(Unused logo for Radiant Dawn)

Earlier today, I was looking for one of the background illustrations used in Radiant Dawn for one of my future posts. My research eventually led me to this topic on serenes forest.

I downloaded the folder and as I looked through all the pictures, I found a lot of things I have never seen nor heard of before.

I felt like this topic might interest some people so I'll share my discoveries here!

Ⅰ - Unused CGs

The CG of Ena holding a sending stone was probably going to be used in the final chapter of part 3 or the prologue of part 4.

Sephiran and Sanaki waving at the people of Begnion from a balcony is mentioned by Lekain in Endgame, but the illustration is not used in the game.

Lekain: "Even in the face of overtly unreasonable legislation, the two of you would stand on the balcony… A smile and a wave later, the people would cheer and go on with their happy lives."

Ⅱ - Scrapped CGs?

I found a lot of pictures with the following format:

We have no context on what these pictures are, my theory is that these were illustration ideas but I have no way to confirm it so take everything say with a grain of salt!

I will use google and my limited knowledge in Japanese for the translations, I apologize any inaccuracies.

(Note: The A B and C on the "473" pictures were added by me to make things easier)

109 - Return of the shrine maiden

301 - Rafiel and Begnion

315 - Micahia's tears

404 - The apostle and all the vassals (I don't know who the vassals are supposed to be)

405 - Serenes forest Hetzel

473 (A) - Misaha and Lillia

473 (B) - Cursed blood

473 (C) - Black dragons tribe

474 - Lehran and the mobs

In his base conversation with Yune, Stefan says branded people have cursed blood so it could be related to that.

If my theory is true, the fact that Misaha and Lillia could have gotten official designs will keep me up at night

The black dragons specifically were supposed to get something too.

I have not much to say about the others, each of them can be associated to certain plot points.

Ⅲ - Other

There's very rough sketch for this CG

Ⅳ - Last but not least

Dummy

[arminsumi]

ok hear me out,,, a part 3 of visiting the bookstore armin works at, i love the way armin is written in it and hes so cute

˗ˏˋ꒰ 📖 ꒱ Bookstore Boy

Armin x fem!reader

Chapter index / Chapter Ⅲ

Overview; you help Armin put away books so he can get off work early for your weekly 'book date', and he mends the tattered one that you buy.

Content; fluff

Notes; Oh!! Thank you for reminding me. I loved writing that one so much! Anyways, I got a bit carried away and made this a fair bit longer. But I hope you like it!

Armin was scurrying about the bookstore, shelving new second-hand book arrivals with a hum on his lips, when you strolled through the entrance of the store.

"Hi!" You greeted him, trotting to meet him.

"Oh! I — wh — uh hi! — OW!" He cried out, because the book he was trying to put away fell right onto his nose.

You had to laugh a little, "Are you okay?" You asked.

He nodded, "Y-yeah, I'm good." and rubbed his reddened nose. His eyes were a little watery.

You bent down and plucked the fallen book off the floor.

"Here." You said, and handed it to him.

He choked out a thank you, one so small and sweet that you had to smile. What a nervous boy, you thought. He was as nervous as a bird.

Armin composed himself, and then spoke, "You're — uh — you're here early."

"Oh, yeah, well! My boss let me off work early today, so I thought... well, I thought I may as well be early for our date."

"Oh... that's... nice." Armin blinked.

His mind was short-circuiting because of that last word, 'date'. Every Friday since meeting, you two had little writing and reading sessions at the upstairs cafe. But he never thought that you considered it a date... gosh, well now his heart was thumping loudly in his ears.

He went a bit blank, but reanimated himself just before he began staring at you in awkward silence.

"Um, I — well — I'll only get off my work at half-past... I'm sorry to make you wait."

"I could help shelf some!" You offered, nodding to the books in the cart. There were still so many to put away.

"Oh! N-no! No, you don't have to. Trust me, they're, like, really heavy. You'll get a sore back." He refused, swallowing nervously.

"Ah, come on. It'll go faster. And we can give each other backrubs afterwards." You joked.

Armin laughed nervously, "I — um — yeah. Okay." He said, and then did the thing he usually does when flustered; graze his undercut with his fingertips.

"U-um, there's lot of books that reminded me of y- that uh, that I thought you'd enjoy."

"Oh, which ones?" You asked interestedly, leaning closer to peer into the book cart.

Just that subtle increase in proximity between you and him had his heart on fire.

"Ah, there's two more Kerouacs... they're in pretty bad condition... I mean look at this one, it's almost coming apart at the seams." He frowned, picking out one of the books that was wedged in the cart.

"I don't mind! I don't mind at all... books that are falling apart are my favorite."

Armin laughed, "But why? I mean, they're so... annoying, I mean, while you're reading you're also battling to keep the pages from spilling out."

"I guess... but even still. I really like them. I'll just use some sellotape on them." You said, beaming down at the book. You already decided in the back of your mind to buy it.

Armin pulled his shoulders together a bit, and spoke in a shyer voice.

"I can mend that one for you, if you buy it. I mean, I — well — if you are buying it, that is." He offered.

"You can do that for me?!" You gasped, "Oh, I'd appreciate that so much."

Armin relaxed his shoulders, and swallowed sharply. "Yeah! Um, consider it repayment for helping me out..." He said.

"Alright, then let's get to work now, and you can fix my book later." You said excitedly.

And so you two started shelving the books, but Armin had become maladroit at shelving books all of a sudden. His embarrassment would have eaten him up alive if it weren't for your laughter and jokes.

He was dropping book after book, and placing the fantasy genres in the classics aisle. Really, he was all over the place.

After working through the top of the cart, Armin knelt down to take the bottom books out and hand them to you while you put them away. Which, might I add, was a grand feat, considering the shelves were overfilled with books. You had to really wedge them in.

"Hello there..." You smiled down at Umi, whose blue fur tickled your ankle.

Armin had let out a many sneezes because of the dust, but when Umi came he let out such a great sneeze that it scared her and she recoiled as if singed. You let out a big laugh.

"Sorry... the dust always gets to me. And I have a — a — ah — ah —" He nearly sneezed, " — ahllergies."

"Oh, how harrowing, Armin." You jokingly dramatized, meeting his eyes.

He looked up at you with a watery gaze, and blinked a few times to clear out the tears. Whenever you said his name, it had his heart levitating up to the clouds.

The two of you continued shelving books and bantering; you opened a book and hid behind it, and read lines from Shakespeare in a stupid voice to make him laugh.

And when Armin laughed, his grandfather looked over at the two of you. Wow, he hadn't heard him laugh like that in a long time.

You two took much longer than expected to put all the books away, but Armin didn't complain; it just meant he got more time with you, which is all he looked forward to every Friday.

After you bought the tattered book, you told Armin that you'd wait upstairs for him.

He squeaked out an 'okay!' and, as soon as you left, he reported to his grandfather about finishing work.

"Y/n helped me shelve the new arrivals... oh, but I forgot about the banisters..." Armin realized. He was supposed to sand down the wooden banister that Umi had gnawed to oblivion.

"Ah, do it another time." His grandfather dismissed.

"Really!" Armin's eyes glittered, "Thanks, pop!" He said, and quickly tore up the stairs to the cafe.

There was an antique mirror that hung alongside a collection of old war memorabilia and pictures; Armin stopped as soon as he caught his reflection, and grimaced a bit.

His bangs weren't sitting nicely, his night owl eyebags were very pronounced, his shirt collar was askew, and there were even bits of dryer lint clinging onto his sweater.

He didn't want to make you wait, so he very quickly neatened his appearance.

You caught a glimpse of him around the corner. If he knew that you could see him fussing over his hair, he would have died of embarrassment.

From the table you sat at, you watched as he combed down his bangs with his fingers, and then ruffled the tips. Then he frowned and did it again. He even checked his breath.

By the time he weaved through the tables to reach you, you were dissolving in quiet laughter behind your palm.

"What is it?" Armin asked innocently, sitting down in front of you. He dumped his satchel on the floor.

"Nothing... nothing." You waved your hand dismissively.

The golden light flooded the cafe, and there were scents of coffee and cake carrying into your lungs with each inhale. This small cafe was had the most pleasant feeling about it.

He was sat with his hands placed nervously on his knees. You noticed that he looked down a lot when talking, and that his one leg liked to bounce up and down energetically.

But when he drew his gaze up at you, the whole world stopped for a moment; the light at this hour hit his eyes at such a perfect angle that it revealed all the hidden, subtle colors that were swimming in his oceanic irises.

For a moment, Armin seemed too captivated by you to move. Then he suddenly reanimated himself.

"Oh, I forgot... I was going to mend your book." He remembered.

"Oh, right!" You hummed and pulled it out of your bag for him.

And so, for the rest of the evening, he mended the spine of your book and carefully glued the pages back into place.

His fingers were so careful and nimble, like he was handling a baby and not a book. At times, his brows furrowed together and he poked his tongue out in focus.

Laughter rippled down from the cafe loft into the bookstore like little waves, and it just made his grandfather smile up at where you two sat. He could see even from so far away how Armin's whole spirit brightened because of you.

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Caught Ⅲ (Arthur Morgan × f!reader)

Word count: 3.1k

Authors notes: Sorry for the slow uploads. Btw, when I copy-paste this from my notes app, tumblr double spaces my paragraphs and I'm too lazy to change it. 😭

Warnings: 18+, angst, & cursing.

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Caught Ⅲ

The land around you briskly faced a blanket of darkness as the sun had just set, the colors had kept you busy for just a stint, longing for them as they faded into deep shades of gray and blue.

People were now rekindling their fires from the night previous, preparing for dinner, a preparation you didn't need to worry yourself with, as much as you wished you did.

Keiran was across from you, and despite being part of your gang, you hadn't exchanged many words. He never did seem too fond of the gang.

Neither of you conversed, not only due to the fact that he tried desperately to distance himself from being an O'Driscoll, but because everyone in camp would also be part of the conversation.

With Keiran ignoring you, and Dutch's gang shunning you, you may as well have been the naughty kid who sat in the corner with a dunce cap on.

The only thing that kept your sanity was finding out that, Arthur, so you came to know, had taken your horse with him that day.

With nothing to do but sit defeated, you zoned out, staring at your horse. The thoughts of escaping with her danced around in your head.

Revenge didn't even cross your mind, in fact, at this point you were willing to let it all go, so long as you had your horse.

Rival gang members came and went, gawking at both of you like zoo animals. At one point, a lady who seemed personally victimized by Keiran had come and dropped food on him.

You were slightly taken aback by her actions, you were hoping it wasn't just for the fact he's an O'Driscoll, otherwise you felt you'd be next.

It was clear you weren't welcome despite being forced to stay and by all means you were happy to leave if they'd allow it. You'd even take Keiran along as well, but they had no such plans.

Out of all the people who roamed before you, your eyes met with one, much to your despair.

You had had enough of the man over these past days when he would check on you, once or twice each day, occasionally giving you water but only teasing you with food.

He kept to asking you and Keiran both, where on earth Colm was, and on that earth, you couldn't give him the darndest of answers.

Each time threatening to rid of both of you right here and there every time you gave him the same answer.

He was no man to play games with, but you still played them. He threatened it but never did actually point the barrel of his gun at you again. You shivered as a small ache crept from your arm just thinking about it.

With the eye contact you regrettably made, Arthur finally decided he'd saunter over and have a friendly little chat with you.

You shifted your weight uncomfortably, your arms and shoulders hurting with every second you didn't stay still.

He seemed to have this look in his eye that you couldn't quite place.

"I reckon it's time to change that bandage of yours." He commented, half gesturing for your arm before looking down and reaching into his satchel.

You didn't want him to touch you, hell, you didn't even want that stinking man anywhere in your sights.

"No, please. I'd rather it get infected so god can take care of it instead." You dismissed, kicking out your leg in an attempt to wave him off since you couldn't use your arm to do so.

He snickered as he crouched down beside you, moving for his knife, and to your surprise, he started cutting at the ropes that kept you tethered to the tree.

"That'd be a good few weeks of worse pain before it finally took you, pain I can just save you from now."

"There's a lot you could've saved me from, not being a poor aim on the day you shot me would've been it." Jeering at him with sass.

Any relief you would have felt from the breakage of your bounds was cut short as you hissed out a gasp of pain.

His large, calloused hand wrapped and dug in just above your wound.

Your instinctual reaction had your right hand balled into a fist and swinging around into a hook that landed sweetly on the side of his face before you could do anything about it, or so that's what you claimed.

It caught him off-guard, taking him a second to react, by which he squeezed your arm even harder and reached for your other wrist in a tight, abrasive grasp.

You cried out while he manhandled you. "Fuck- quit grabbin' me like that, you big brute!" You stirred under him, but he kept you still in an almost a perfect manner.

The whole commotion caught everyone's attention, their turned heads held looks of confusion and surprise.

"Im tryna help your ass, woman." He snarled, keeping you from jerking around. "Hold damn still before I save myself the trouble instead."

You looked away, mumbling a curse under your breath. By no means did you relax, but you stopped fidgeting, he cautiously let go. His eyes burned holes through you as he did.

Suddenly, he reached for your buttoned shirt, you flinched back in befuddled surprise.

"Just what the hell do you think this is?" You demanded, fully desiring to line up another fist to his face, if it wasn't for the control he had over you with clasping your arm.

"Your sleeve doesn't roll up that far. Didn't I tell you to hold still?"

You felt overwhelmed with rage, and worst yet, you couldn't do anything about it.

"Don't look at me like that, how else do you think I took care of this for you before?" He adds, leaving you in silence.

A man undoing your shirt wasn't the problem. The man doing it, was.

"I was hoping you had left me in the care of one of the more dignified ladies here."

"You wandered off so far from where we camped, you would've died before then." He counters, shaking his head.

"And I would have thanked you, if you left it at that." You stayed arguing, but slighted your head up, giving him easier access to your buttons.

His eyes flickered from your face and to your shirt for a moment at your small gesture.

"Left it at that? Nah, I couldn't let you get away with all that money." He takes a moment, unbuttoning your shirt half way, exposing most of your bra.

It was enough to get your arm out but not leave much to the imagination.

"I was hopin you'd know more than your buddy, yet, neither of you annoying shits seem to recall jack all." He nagged, giving you a stern look before returning his gaze to your arm.

You couldn't say much in return when you felt him pinch and prod at your arm, needles running through your body.

You groaned your hurt, though he didn't seem to care much.

"Don't punch me again, y/n. I ain't beyond hittin' a lady like you."

You gave him a dismissive, smug look, shrugging your shoulder through the aching and burning he inflicted on you.

"I'll just skip that part and put a bullet through your other arm instead," he halts his medical measures and grabs your face, squeezing your cheeks in a firm grip. "You understand me?"

You shook your head away from his grasp, a small, childlike and petty desire to jab at him grew inside you.

"You sure feel me up a lot for someone who hates O'Driscolls so much." Your lips curl upward into a mischievous smile.

He raises a brow, leaning away from you, scoffing in disbelief.

"I'd prefer much anything over you, O'Driscoll." He gripes, returning back to your wound, unraveling the old bandage.

"Yeah, I can see that, considering you have me almost half undressed." You did your utmost to keep from looking at your wound, instead keeping your eyes on Arthur's face. His eyes kept strictly at your arm, never faltering as he lazily slathered on some sort of ointment.

"You're full of yourself. I wouldn't be doin' this if I didn't need to." He shakes his head.

As he finished with the fresh bandage, his hands finally had stopped poking you, leaving your arm in peace and an onset of relief.

"You know, I was thinkin' bout feedin you tonight," his words brought you back to how starving you were.

"Can't say I'm feelin' so kind now." His hand found the side of his face, his fingers inspecting the welt you had inflicted on his cheek.

Your stomach found his words utterly strangling, but begging him was out of the question.

"Dead people can't tell you where Colm is."

"So, the answer comes to you if you're fed?" His eyebrow shoots up, sarcasm plastered all over his freshly punched face.

"I can give you my best guess if you feed me." You explained, irritation being the entire undertone of your statement.

"You think guesses are gonna get you fed? Huh, girl?"

"That, or I simply wont have enough energy to think much on Colm." You cajoled, your smirk slowly returned.

"Careful with that mouth of yours, it's gettin' real tiresome." He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Yours reached that point way long ago." You fired back, his face now full of frustration.

"Glad to hear you're not hungry, O'Driscoll." He griped, returning rope to your wrists.

You full well expected it, but having them back on so soon displeased you beyond words.

Once he tied you up good, he got back up without a word and promptly left back to camp, leaving you alone on your tree once more.

You leaned your head back, wondering just how much longer they'd leave you tied up before they acted on their word of killing you both.

Minutes passed as you felt your eyelids get heavy, you didn't want to sleep, not until at least everyone else, but being tired, starving and having been shot only a few days ago left you exhausted.

"Don't you fall asleep yet, y/n." That man's voice chimed. You grimaced at his return.

The front of him was shadowed in contrast to his backside, which faced the camps fire light. You couldn't quite see what he held as he made for you.

"Couldn't get enough of me, huh?" You teased with a straight face, irritation filling you once more.

"You would like if I couldn't, wouldn't you?" A shit eating grin spread across his face at his own comeback.

You scoffed in response, staring him up and down as he got closer and to your surprise - the smell of food wafted into your nose.

Your whole body jolted with excitement, though, you couldn't tell just why he decided on feeding you.

He unties your wound-free arm, but hesitates when handing you the bowl in his hand.

"What?" You ask, looking up at him, his large frame towering over you.

"Say please." He demands, an evil look on his face.

"You're crazy. Now hand it here."

You reach for it but he pulls it away.

"Just say please, O'Driscoll." He laughs, taking a step back to avoid your waving arm.

"Quite actin' a fool and just give it to me." Your voice tightened with anger, your hunger almost possessed you into fighting him for it.

"Didn't anyone teach you manners? Please aint that hard to say."

"It is when the man you're saying it to is the same one that shot you. Now-" You reach again, your hand finally collecting the soup filled bowl.

You glanced back up at him, almost in shock that he actually let you grab it.

"Alright, alright, but next time, I expect some manners, O'Driscoll." He grins, knowing this set you off.

Next time? Next time, really? Your face furrowed with disbelief. "I'm happy you're an optimistic man, Arthur, but next time'll be in your dreams."

"Don't get too cocksure, darlin'."

"You know, you look pretty good when your face has a big red mark on it from my fist." You commented, shuffling in bites as you spoke.

"Really? Well, I think you also looked pretty good tied up all these days." He countered, the smile he had on his face ever growing.

That smile, on that nasty man. You hated it.

"Leave me to finish my food in peace."

He hums in consideration. "As much as I'd like to, you aint tied back to the tree."

You glower at him, desiring to eat slower so you could spend more time to rest your rope burned wrists, but ridding yourself of his presence felt more important.

You stayed silent as you finished the rest of your food, which didn't take long, tossing the dish to his feet and laying back on the tree so he could re rope you.

"That's what I like to see from you, O'Driscoll." He nods with approval.

You ignore him, your pride hurt with every moment more you had to give into this man and his crook gang.

He ties you back up and returns to the heart of camp.

It wasnt long before you finally dozed off.

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(Set after the scene when Keiran gets interrogated.)

You sat petrified, still as the tree behind you, gelding tongs. They pulled down his pants for it too, if Keiran hadn't spoken up, you feared you'd be subject to it as well.

Goosebumps had crept up your back just thinking about those searing hot metal peices anywhere near your barren skin.

Keiran had finally come up with something.

Six point cabin.

You recalled having been there a few times, but was Colm up there? Your guess was as good as Keirans unless he actually was sure of it.

Arthur finally released Keiran from the tree, pushing him to the direction of the horses, then he came to you.

"You get to join us too, O'Driscoll." A small sinister smile creeps on his face, cutting through your ropes. "You better hope he's not trickin' us."

"Either way, if I'm rid of you, it's fine with me." He finishes, pulling you to your feet, guiding you to his mount.

"I'll get the most joy out of that, I reckon." You affirmed, somewhat stumbling as he releases you.

"Whatever you say, princess." He chuckles, closely following you.

Arthur calls out to a John and Bill, telling them just what's about to happen.

Keiran and a man with a nasty scar on his face were mounting, if you had to assume, the name John seemed best to suit him.

The other - Bill who had to be the man that threatened to 'geld' Keiran, coincidentally the one who also ratted on you that not so faithful day.

As you reluctantly walked along, you passed your steed you so woefully desired to mount instead, your ticket out of here. But Arthur quickly dismissed the thought for you, pushing you to his horse instead.

You gave him a hard stare in return, frustrated with his shoving.

"We're gonna pay your buddies our respects." He announces, entirely unconcerned.

"They taking us to Colm?" Questions John, steering his horse away.

"That's what he says." Arthur attempted to lift you up but you wave away his hands and pull yourself up instead, as much as your arm protested in agony.

Keiran stuttered out his assumption on where the cabin and Colm was, they pushed their horses in the opposite direction of camp.

Arthur mounted on after you, and for the first few moments you chose to hang on to nothing, however as if he knew, he kicked his horse to a trot, prompting you to grab at his sides.

Even underneath his layer of clothing, you could feel his heavyset build that helped keep you steady. Looking him up and down, a shiny metal caught your eye.

You were captivated at the sight of your revolver, missing the feel of it at your side and in your palm whenever you saw fit.

He had taken your gun as if you weren't still alive to be the owner of it.

You clenched your jaw, angry at everything and now finally riding to your more likely than not demise, worse yet, possibly executed with your own gun.

He kicked his horse into a lope, leaving you clinging to his sides firmly.

He turned to look over his shoulder at you, clearly in response to your tightened grip.

A small smirk crossed his lips before peering back to the trail up ahead.

The rest of the entire ride consisted of Keiran condemning O'Driscolls, bickering and directions shouted from you and Keiran.

It didn't take very long at the speed in which you rode, though you feared slipping off everytime you didn't have a good hold on Arthur.

You approached a small hill, Keiran confirmed the destination upon arrival.

"Okay, off your horses." Arthur draws back the reins. "Let's go." His voice now low in tone.

He jumps off and you follow suit shortly after, sliding off the back of his horse.

John reminded you and Keiran as you snuck forward, that he was keepijg his eye on you. Although you felt Arthur had beat him to it, he stared daggers at you as you crept along with the rest of them.

"I ain't gonna shop you now, come on." Keiran assures. "That'd be suicide."

"You'll die, boy. But you'll lose your balls first." Warned Bill, his gravelly voice blunt as could be.

Bill wasn't a man you wanted to be too close to with threats like that, so you kept closer to Arthur.

"Jesus christ…" Keiran murmured under his breath.

The lot of you kept low as you came to a ridge overlooking the cabin.

Keiran gave the rundown, confirming they were in fact armed, drunk and not fond of strangers.

Colm would be in the same way, just in the comfort of the cabin, which you agreed on.

Unlike Keiran's declared opposition, the O'Driscolls were a gang you rode with for a good while and despite Colm's nasty behavior, you felt a large sense of betrayal. Betrayal or your life, as it was now.

Your thoughts interrupted by three men emerging from the small cover of young trees, conversing about something miniscule and not far from earshot.

Suddenly Keiran was grabbed by John, a gun to his head and a hand over his mouth.

Arthur followed suit, pulling you into him, losing your balance with his sudden pull, your own gun held to your head and any potential cries for help blocked by his rough hand.

The now non existent barrier between your back and his chest was closed, you could feel each breath and each nervous heart beat against you.

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DIABOLIK LOVERS Do-S Kyuuketsu VERSUS Ⅲ Tower Records Tokuten Drama CD ”Ryoutei Academy’s ★ Nocturnal Mystery-Solving Exploration Team”

Original title:「夜の★嶺帝学院の謎解き探検隊」

Source: Diabolik Lovers VERSUS III Tower Records Tokuten Drama CD

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Seiyuu: Toriumi Kousuke, Midorikawa Hikaru, Kaji Yuki, Takahiro Sakurai, Kimura Ryouhei & Morikubo Shoutaro

Translator’s note: This is probably the most enjoyable tokuten CD I’ve listened to in a while! I really liked the vibe the boys had going on and the whole ‘school mysteries’ is a very popular topic in Japanese media so I’m not surprised that DL decided to cover it as well. My favorite part is the end though. I absolutely love how the whole North Pole thing continues to be a running gag ever since the early years of the franchise

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DIABOLIK LOVERS CHAOS LINEAGE Sofmap Tokuten Drama CD: “The Vampire’s Every Day: Board Game Edition ~ Ayato VS Kanato VS Laito ~”

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Source: DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE CHARACTER SONG Animate Tokuten Drama CD ”Mr. Vampire’s Gloomy Working Lifestyle” [CD not owned by me]

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Seiyuu: Toriumi Kousuke, Kaji Yuki, Takahiro Sakurai, Kimura Ryouhei, Kishio Daisuke

Translator’s note: This CD has been mentioned so many times to me as the elusive ‘Shuu works as a cashier’ CD and finally I got the chance to translate it! Up till now, only a short sample clip was circling the internet, but one of my wonderful followers purchased the CD and shared the audio with me. uwu Even though this CD doesn’t have a lot of my favorite (aside from Shuu), I still enjoyed it a lot! It was so much fun to imagine the absolute chaos breaking loose as these 5 Vampires try to run a convenience store. 

ーー NOW FOR THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM. Am I tripping or does Azusa sound totally different in this track??? His voice sounds a lot softer? Or like more high-pitched??? Azusa stans back me up here.

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DIABOLIK LOVERS BLOODY BOUQUET Animate Tokuten Drama CD “The Secret Behind a Demon World’s Wedding Reception ~Vampires’ Hospitality~”

Original title: 「魔界的披露宴の極意～ヴァンパイアのおもてなし～」

Source: Diabolik Lovers Bloody Bouquet Animate Tokuten Drama CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Toriumi Kousuke, Kaji Yuki, Hirakawa Daisuke, Kimura Ryohei, Suzuki Tatsuhisa, Morikawa Toshiyuki

Translator’s note: I found this CD to be incredibly informative and interesting because it really does teach us more about the Demon World and its traditions. I genuinely had a lot of fun hearing them talk about the three different household’s various customs when it comes to parties and ceremonies. :3 Rejet should definitely make more drama CDs like these which combine light-hearted comedy with lore.

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My #1 post of 2022

DIABOLIK LOVERS CHARACTER DRAMA CDS [ENG MASTERLIST]

-> All translations on this list were done by me over the course of the past 2 years. Please do not claim any of them as your own, re-upload them on other websites (even if you give credit!) or translate them to another language. 

-> This masterlist features all ‘character CDs’, which means they focus on one (or two in case of the VERSUS series) characters and they are usually about 50 minutes to an hour long in length. If you also want to check out all mini dramas and tokuten CDs I’ve translated, please check out my main masterlist over here!

[SAKAMAKI SHUU ・ 逆巻シュウ]

DIABOLIK LOVERS Do-S Kyuuketsu CD Vol. 6 Sakamaki Shuu

DIABOLIK LOVERS Do-S Kyuuketsu VERSUS I Vol. 1 Ayato VS Shuu

DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE,BLOOD Vol.09 Sakamaki Shuu

DIABOLIK LOVERS Do-S Kyuuketsu VERSUS Ⅱ Vol.2 Shuu VS Reiji

DIABOLIK LOVERS BLOODY BOUQUET Vol.4 Sakamaki Shuu

DIABOLIK LOVERS Do-S Kyuuketsu VERSUS Ⅲ Vol.5 Shuu VS Yuma

DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol.13 Sakamaki Shuu

DIABOLIK LOVERS ZERO Floor.10 Sakamaki Shuu - Thomason -

DIABOLIK LOVERS Do-S Kyuuketsu VERSUS Ⅳ Vol.2 Shuu VS Ruki

DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE, MORE BLOOD Vol.3 Sakamaki Shuu

DIABOLIK LOVERS DAYLIGHT Vol.2 Sakamaki Shuu

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[essjujutsu]

CHAPTER Ⅲ: HOMEWORK ANSWERS?

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sukuna has friends?

you thought as you walked towards yuji in the crowded high school parking lot, there were way to many kids who shouldnt be allowed to drive here—god damn.

your first day went pretty well, your teachers seemed nice enough and you even had a class with yuji and nobara! well, and megumi—but he didn't really say anything to you. and you thought you could be grumpy—this guy was like talking to a wall!

you were slightly nervous about going to his house the next day so you made a mental note to investigate yuji or nobara about him later.

"there you are! i just got off the phone with uraume—they'll be here in a couple minutes."

"wait, so who's uraume? i had no idea sukuna had friends...weird."

you reply, putting your hands in your pant pockets to warm yourself up from the crisp fall breeze.

"i know right, that's totally what i thought at first too! but they work together—at that old convenience store down the road. uraume's his boss im pretty sure. but their actually super nice, and they drive me home sometimes!"

you nod in response, opening your mouth to say something else—but then a silver car pulls up in front of the two of you. yuji starts walking to it, beckoning you to follow.

yuji opens the passenger seat door, so you walk to the backseat, opening the door and hopping in.

"hello yuji. this must be yn, correct?"

"uhm, yeah—that's me, nice to meet you."

they nod to your reply as you hop into the tidy backseat of the car. you place your backpack down and put in your headphones to tune out yuji talking in the front seat. you open your phone to see you have a couple new messeges—a new groupchat? huh?

you let out a small laugh from nobara's texting as the car slows down in front of your house. you put your phone away in your pocket and say a quick thank you and goodbye to uraume as you and yuji climb out of the car doors and onto the sidewalk.

"man, im starving!"

yuji says, putting his hands behind his head as the two of you approach the front door. you knock twice—before realizing sukuna must not be home yet.

"i got this!"

yuji says enthusiastically, pulling what seemed to be a necklace out from under his shirt. he dangled it in front of you for a moment so you could see what it was.

oh, the key was on his necklace!

he unlocked the front door—you following behind him into the house.

the two of you decide to start dinner, well yuji decided to start dinner. you sat at the kitchen island as he cooked pasta on the stove.

around an hour later, you heard the door open up—you can't miss the loud creak from the old door.

"yo, sukuna! made dinner—pasta!"

yuji, finishes dishing the spagetti into three bowls, setting them down on the countertop to turn around to greet his uncle. you do the same, spinning around in your chair.

"tch, this better be good. had way to many annyoing 'fuckin costumers today.."

"so, how was your first day kid?"

sukuna asks you, he turns to face you—raising any eyebrow and crossing his arms.

"it was...good."

you reply truthfully, it was pretty decent—and you already made a few friends somehow, even if they're yuji's friends.

you grab the bowl and start eating the pasta, one thing was for sure—your brother could definitely cook.

A/N: this took forver to write omfg 😭 i promise there will actaully be romance soon! i just rlly wanna add lots of family/friend dynamics aswell

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[helloharuo-rocka-rolla]

Gimmick Jacket Vol. 23 LED ZEPPELIN Ⅲ ⁡ 購入日： 2017年6月17日 購入先 ：上野氏（千葉県） ⁡ ⁡ 説明不要の名盤。何度も何度も聞いている。ヘビロテってやつだ。このレコードは、1950年生まれの友人から譲ってもらった日本のオリジナル盤。一般的な緑と赤のアトランティックのレーベルとは色の組み合せが違う。こちらの方が好き。付属しているはずのライナーノーツがない。それで元々僕が長く所有しているのはのは、第３版盤。そのアルバムは、1976年に発売されている。で、そのアルバムには、ライナーノーツもポスターも付属している。 ⁡ Date of purchase: 17 June 2017 Purchased by: Mr Ueno (Chiba, Japan) ⁡ A masterpiece of an album that needs no explanation. I've listened to it over and over again. It's called "hebirote/heavy rotation". This record is an original Japanese pressing given to me by a friend born in 1950. The colour combination is different from the common green and red Atlantic label. I prefer this one. There are no liner notes, which should have been included. So the one I originally owned for a long time was the third pressing. That album was released in 1976. That album comes with both liner notes and a poster. ⁡ #ledzeppelin #1970 ⁡ #1971 #1976 #madeinjapan #discogs #helloharuo

[ayanonaoe]

1. A Short Essay: "My favourite thing"

Prefaces: The topic is “The thing dear to me”: my music scores. Before I explain why I love them, I quoted one of the lyrics from the music score. I used the first-person view to describe my past memories about the scores, enhancing my ability to do creative writing for the first time in English.

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Things that are dear to me are chorus scores when I was in a chorus club in my high school. The number of those exceeded 50, which had been in my mind already because I had performed them at least once. They were so heavy that I couldn't bring most of them to my condo in Malaysia. After scanning them into my iPad, I had to throw the originals away. However, some of the scores are still comfortably resting on my bookshelf at home, waiting for my return after graduation. One of these cherished scores, shown in the picture, travelled with me from my hometown to Kuala Lumpur.  I want to write the important points that I feel lovely about and the reason why this is dear to me to a high extent. This score was for the last competition in my high school life. The title is "shôga Ⅲ", related to a term for Japanese traditional music technique. The lyrics were written in Early Middle Japanese, and the English translation will be like this; 

The lyrics “宵は月にもまぎれてすむが　更くる鐘にはさんさ袖しぼる”

Translation in modern Japanese “宵は月明かりの美しさで、あなたを思うこころを紛らわすこともできるが、夜更けの鐘の音には淋しさをつのらせ、着物の袖に顔をおおい涙するのですよ”

Translation in English “I can distract my feeling to think about you thanks to the beauty of moonlight at night, but I feel lonely to the bell sound at late night, and I cry covering my face with my kimono sleeve”

From ancient periods, Japanese people have tended to imagine and think seriously about someone’s feelings, for the moon, combining the sense of love. According to legend, one of the famous novelists in Japan, Soseki Natsume translated “I love you” in English to “The moon is beautiful.” Though modern people do not care about the moon too much nowadays, I feel as if I speak for them, striking a sympathetic chord in the hearts of the people: this was the way how I sang this song in the competition.

There are various types of languages and communication tools in chorus scores, which I love to learn. First, notes and musical symbols are messages from composers. They originally came from the Italian language, and my scores have both these and my translation to understand. Vivace is “fast and lively”, scherzando means “playful” in Italian, and so on. As hand-written memos, chorus club members also had to focus on words from my teacher who was an opera singer. He compared the size of the oral cavity and the nasal cavity between Western people and Asian people. To sum up, he highlighted the importance of pronouncing each consonant more exaggeratedly than everyone thought, and I did a similar exercise to the lecture on phonetics. We moved our mouths busily when making plosives until we felt tingly, whereas we made noisy sounds for fricatives as if it was the noise of construction, even though those practices were not as strict as the exercise in UCSI University SE123 Introduction to Phonetics and Phonology that Dr G touched our throats to check the performance whether we could differentiate between voiced and voiceless. In retrospect, that memory included my favourite activity related to language.

Even though this is dear to me, I had to let it go finally by the date of the competition because it was regulated that the judges could check our facial expressions and listen to our voices carefully. I could not rely on the memo on the score anymore and started to memorise to express my interpretation. A child becomes independent of his or her parents someday. I had to say goodbye to the score for a while, becoming a dear point to me.  

I do not think it is appropriate to reveal my selfish desires, but the reason this score is so dear to me is that it was a ticket to achieving my goal of trying again. Unlike the other members, I started chorus singing after entering high school. Immediately after that, I began to work as a member of the student council, of which only six out of 1,080 students were selected, and to be honest, I was not able to attend the strict club activities. As a result, I failed the audition to select 13 altos out of 14 due to the limited number of members participating in the competition. In other words, I came in last. At that time, my teacher, who called me by my last name, simply said, "You are getting better than before." From that regretful experience, I changed my strategy. Even if I was busy, the way to pass the audition efficiently was to reproduce all of the teacher's instructions. The colourful memos written on the score were written by chewing on the soulful encouragement that overflowed from the teacher's mouth, ruminating on it like a cow, and writing them down. I confirmed to proceed in the right direction again and again, and at the last competition of my high school life, I passed the audition. This time I got first place. Moreover, while giving advice to the others, the teacher called me by my first name and said, "You were perfect." In my country, it is customary to call students by their last names, and once you have built a relationship of trust, you may be called by your first name. Therefore, when I see this score, though this is old and dirty paper, it reminds me of that burning competitive spirit that made me want to reach the top. Even though I can sing it without looking at it, I still cannot let it go.

[kei1753]

TVアニメ『ACCA13区監察課』ノンクレジットオープニング / ONE Ⅲ NOTES「Shadow and Truth」

[phangneh]

Voice in the Abyss

[ CHAPTER Ⅲ]

✨Manhwa : Into The Light Once Again

✨Elmir royal family x Fem!Reader

✨Warning : princess!reader, lost memory, yandere elements (both platonic and romantic), protect, ... (will add more)

📌Note: this is just a fanfic, there are many details unrelated to the original story line. English is not my native language, if I make grammatical mistakes or use incorrect words, please forgive me.

🎭Summary : You have a voice that is said to change the world, when you sing, your sweet voice makes people happy and all things flourish. One day, your kingdom was destroyed, you had to live with the pain of losing your family and being severely mistreated. But it seems that you will die in misery, there will be people who will come and take you out of the abyss.

[ Introduce ]

[ Chapter 3 ]

It is said that today is the day the Emperor and Crown Prince return from a relatively long trip, which is why everyone in the palace is busy. That's what you heard. Well, you also want to do something to help them, you don't want to be free while everyone else is so busy with work.

“Your health is still very poor, rest!”

That's what Aisha told you before disappearing. And so now you have to be alone in your room, on your bed. Aisha and the Empress will act extremely worried and try to dissuade you when you try to do something alone without asking for their help or that of a servant. Even though you were grateful, you couldn't help but feel like it was a bit suffocating; you didn't want to bother others over small things or something.

You want yourself to get well quickly, and after walking better, you can quickly go home. Staying in Elmir for too long will bother everyone a lot.

Moreover, being here makes you feel extremely strange. Even though you've been here for a while, everyone is kind and friendly, but you still can't get used to it. Do you think maybe it's because you don't speak the same language, so it's difficult to integrate with them, or not...?

You don't know, you're just not used to this place, this isn't your home, and it's so strange because it doesn't exist in your memories. Despite Princess Aisha's efforts to make you feel comfortable with your new home, you still don't feel any better. You wouldn't say that to her, you didn't want people to be disappointed after all their efforts. In fact, you are very grateful to them.

Gently place your feet on the floor, the coolness of the stone floor makes your toes numb. You tried to stand up with both legs with your strength. When you finally did, your legs shook a little. Maybe Aisha was right, you were still too weak to do anything. Slowly walking to the window, the sunlight falling on you makes you feel warm. Elmir's weather right now is very beautiful: a blue sky, mild sunshine, and sometimes wind.

“… How is the weather at home?” You mumbled as your eyes still stared at the high blue sky.

It's strange, suddenly one day you wake up in a strange place with an empty mind without any memories. You have lost your memory. Up until now, you don't have any information about your family or where you live; you don't even remember where you live anymore. Every time you ask Aisha and Empress Iris about it, they only give vague or evasive answers. You don't even know why you lost your memory and suffered serious injuries because no one is willing to explain it to you. You couldn't help but be puzzled and curious, but they all seemed to be good at hiding things; they immediately and easily distracted you with another topic.

“I want to go home…” You want to go home because you think that place might make you feel more at home than Elmir. Your hand rests on the glass, and your mind begins to imagine the scene when you get home. Suddenly you realize that it seems like yesterday you had a rather strange dream, you don't remember it clearly. Now that dream has become vague, like a passing fog, suddenly disappearing, suddenly appearing, blurred. Blurry and unclear. But maybe you won't care about it anymore.

Returning to the bed, you sat down, causing the soft mattress to sink slightly. You look back at your hands, with the scars that have gradually faded. Well, thanks to everyone's care, even though sometimes you don't know why they are so good to you, it makes you want to do something to thank them.

As you keep thinking about it, you start to feel sleepiness creeping in, and you fall asleep again.

Aisha was looking forward to it; she knew. Of course, that's not strange, she couldn't help but feel happy and excited at the thought of her beloved father and brother about to return.

Standing in front of the palace's grand gate and hearing the sound of horse hooves approaching, she felt her heart beat a little faster. Empress Iris, standing next to her, couldn't help but smile when she saw her daughter's appearance. She herself was feeling lightheaded and happy.

When the group of knights led by the revered Emperor of the Empire officially entered the gate, servants stood on both sides, bowing their heads and bowing respectfully.

“Greetings, Emperor and Crown Prince!”

Aisha's smile immediately brightened when she saw the people she was looking forward to. She immediately waved to them, her cheeks turning pink. When the horse stopped, Crown Prince Isis could not stop himself but quickly got off the horse and ran like he was flying to Aisha, his beloved sister, to hug her.

"Brother!"

“Aisha! I'm back!” Isis hugged his sister tightly as if to make up for the time they had been apart, while also expressing the love and nostalgia he had for her. Isis loves her sister more than anyone; of course everyone knows that. "I missed you so much."

“I miss you too." The princess giggled while in her brother's arms.

“Ahem… Aisha, what about this father?”

The Emperor's voice made Aisha recognize him. She smiled shyly and then went to give him a hug.

“Welcome home, dad.”

Tyrion also happily hugged his daughter back. No less than Isis, the emperor himself missed his daughter and wife very much. His family is everything to him, and he will do anything if it means protecting his family's happiness and safety, even if it means sacrificing himself on the battlefield.

“Everyone must be very tired from such a long journey, let's go rest quickly.”

The palace servants began to get busy again, arranging and packing their luggage, some followed the royal family to help them.

On the way, Aisha and Isis couldn't stop themselves from talking to each other. They had a lot to say to each other after a period of separation, even though they exchanged letters during that time, but that was absolutely not enough! But the moments of being together and talking to each other are much more valuable. Their parents could only smile when they saw their children so excited, after all, they themselves knew that Isis and Aisha were deeply attached to each other.

When they had to temporarily separate, the two of them stopped. The Crown Prince couldn't help but smile regretfully, but his sister wanted him to rest, and in fact, he himself was very tired.

“See you later, Aisha. I really have a lot to tell you.”

“Yes, brother, please rest. I also look forward to talking to you.”

“See you at dinner.”

“Goodbye, brother Isis.”

Aisha waved goodbye to Isis, who turned toward the prince's palace with his servants following. She looked forward to the time they would spend together soon. Besides, the princess also felt extremely relieved; it was fortunate that everyone returned safely after the war. This battle happened suddenly, and the departure of the only heir to the throne, Isis, following Emperor Tyrion, also caused a lot of worry. Most people tried to prevent him from going to the battlefield because if something happened to the Empire's Crown Prince, the entire Empire would fall into chaos. Even so, he was still determined to step out onto the front-line.

She always knew that her brother was talented, very strong and intelligent, but on the battlefield, anything could happen suddenly and no one could predict. She sent letters to her father and brother regularly to make sure they were okay. An entire empire is represented by the Royal Family, after all.

Looking at her brother, who had disappeared, Aisha fell into contemplation as she turned away. Even though her father and brother have returned, it's unlikely their lives will return to their original trajectory any time soon. War and peace both stand between extremely fragile lines. One threat has been eliminated, but there are still countless other threats lurking. Especially a real enemy who is always lurking and stalking them.

And you, the one who will most likely have a big impact on their lives in the future.

Continue to [ Chapter 4 ]

p/s: I'm about to enter a very important exam so I can't release a new chapter soon, I'm really sorry 〒▽〒 I'll be back in three weeks!

[c0pyc4t]

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