#Poor Ori though

[tae-shimura-is-my-wife]

You want her

You need her

And I'll never be her

All alone, I watch you watch her

Like she's the only girl you've ever seen

[valentine-cafe]

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“Will you come again, pretty boy? Already?”

The mocking whisper to your ear follows a deep chuckle. One that shoots straight to your throbbing cock that weeps within his delicate hand. To think that the feeling of silk could jerk three orgasms and more out of you.

You cannot respond to his tease. The pillow comforts your head that tilts back into it. Wrinkled like the sheets that you grip beneath your fingers as your hips steer into his hand shakily. A few pathetic bucks here. Some messy grinds there. All while moans pour from your lips just as your tip spills all over his hand. As your hole clenching around nothing leaks with the evidence of his rough-fucking.

“O-Orion -”

A spank to your thigh. Claws sting your flesh as they dig in. The grand sound of a great flap follows shadows casting over your face as his large wings curl around to trap you further against the mattress. Make you remember just how consumed by him you are.

The angel licks the top row of his teeth. His palm twists and jerks. Faster. Accentuating the wet squelches of your weeping dick. “Oh darling,” he croons. His towering figure leans over you - strands of his long dark hair tickle your face and shoulders.

From below you feel his wet cock grinding against your thighs once more. As though he hasn’t already filled you up for who-knows-how-many rounds. Your lover had a stamina that put even the gods to shame.

His thumb, calloused from years of wielding a sword, swirls around your tip. Strokes along the little slit that has you mewling. The little tears at your eyes squeeze out and drip down your face. Your lips press into a thin line and you reach a shaky hand down to grip onto his wrist.

“Ori - O-Orion please - please t-t - s���too much -”

“Oh?”

His thumb swirls quicker. Free fingers squeezing around your poor dick in a way that had you cumming again. You choke out a sob — but it’s not enough to sate his sadism. Oh, id the angel love seeing you cry.

“Now it is too much - my love? That was not the case when you were grinding up against me before my shift like a little slut, right?” His thumb presses further. Rubs tighter. His jaw clenches. “Right?”

Pleasure rakes through your body and spills more tears from your eyes. Through another orgasm, your hole clenches at the memory of him. One you will quickly relieve when the head of his cock presses to your leaking rim.

“C-Can’t -” your eyes widen. If only to roll back when that warm feeling fills you once more. Stretching out your poor little ass as it always does. He eases himself in with such care despite the harshness in his eyes. The gruffness in his grunt.

His hands shoot down to squeeze at the softness of your thighs and he stifflles a gasp at the feel of you squeezing around him once more.

“Oriiioooonnn -”

“Shut. It.”

Your complain is silenced by the crushing ice of his lips. Passionate and fiery to contrast their cool temperature. Your palms itch and reach up to wrap around the back of his neck. But you are sorely halted when he instead shoves your thighs back. Pushing your knees until they are flushed to your chest and you are bent so prettily for him.

His lips part yours with a string of saliva - and he strains his neck to press heated kisses to yours. Before he’s parting once more. The warm brown of his eyes makes your heart flutter - but the way that his irises blow out remind you just how feral you drove him.

And while he is in heat too . . . what were you thinking?

The new positions allows for the perfect angle. Your dazed eyes catch sight just as he bottoms out. Your hole flutters at the vision. Squeezing around his dick and spurting out a ring of cream from the previous rounds of him filling you up.

“Such a needy. . . hah - thing. . .” He wastes no time in snapping his hips against yours. You can take it. “And you said that you could take no more? Why, I think you are taking me just fine.”

Orion shallows and fucks into you quickly. Hips smacking against your erratically and forming a sinful symphony to join your chorus of lewd moans. His balls slap against your ass with these shallow thrusts. Joining the melody of absolute desperation.

You wish to dig your fingers into his hair. His shoulders. Something of him. Alas you have to settle for the sheets as he draws out another climax out of you without mercy.

Your lips part and you whine at his croon. Oh how cruel you lover is - but you suppose that you deserve it with the way that you teased him earlier.

It is at the sight of your cock spilling and semi-limping that Orion chuckles. His thrusts now drawing out so that he might witness the way you clench. The way you whimper and spill your tears. The tilt of your head and the parting of your lips that slew with drool.

“What is this my love? Cannot take any more?”

His hand finds its rightful place around your cock once more. A light squeeze followed by rough jerks that urge a few pitiful hiccups from the base of your throat.

“C-Can’t - angh - ahhnhh -”

You’ve said that before. Your dick has already fallen limp after the third round of being fucked on your tummy. As always - Orion simply jerked you off and kept going until you were hard and throbbing again.

“Such a pathetic thing.” Groans your lover. His head dips so that his lips circle one of your nipples. Sucking down and grazing his teeth along the soft flesh. That combined with his rough, feral pounds and the jerking of his hand - was enough to have your eyes rolling back into your skull. For your dick to harden right back up and squirt almost instantly.

The sob that leaves your lips follows a series of whines and whimpers. But he does not stop. His mouth switches over to the other nipple and his thumb carelessly rubs at your tip. Everything felt heated. You could barely think straight. See straight. At one point you thought you were on the verge of passing out - and still he continued. His own breathing ragged and his own cock spilling within you again and again. Stuffing you full, just as you deserve.

When he finally pulls away from your wet and bite-ridden chest - when his thumb finally slows down a bit on your poor, throbbing tip. He grins at the sight of you. Yet his thrusts continue. Tempered. Frustrated. His clawed hands dig into your thighs and bring you back down into the slamming of his hips. As though he needed any more force.

“Do you feel that?” He whispers right above your head as he leans down in the slightest. His heavy pants filling the room and mixing with your oh so desperate sounds. “Feel that pretty boy? That’s this tight little hole finally learning some fucking manners.”

A spank your thigh. His lips press rough kisses down the front of your throat as he spills once more. Messing up your lower half - as though your constantly squirting cock wasn’t doing the job well enough.

“You are going. . . mmngh. . . you are going to keep taking it - mhhm. Keep taking it, since you wanted it so bad.”

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[nkn0va]

Chie, Wagner, and Orie with an s/o who swears like a sailor?

I am so sorry for disappearing for so long. I'm on my training arc right now so writing has been put on the backburner

-Chie was used to people her age being a bit more on the reserved side, not really speaking their minds as much as she does. Which is why she's rather taken aback the first time she meets you.

-You have a short fuse, and you are not shy in letting people know when it's run out. The poor person on the receiving end is not leaving that encounter the same.

-She started to sort of take it upon herself to try and keep you from exploding like that when you two eventually started dating. It's not easy, but her optimistic attitude does seem to have an effect on your for the better.

-Although she wouldn't admit it aloud, she does find it funny when you get sassy, having to stifle a laugh when you say something so unexpected it's somehow amusing.

-She's learned insults she never could've imagined before. While she might not be using any of them, it's fun to see what you can come up with.

-You left quite the first impression on the Fourth Executor to say the least. She'd just transferred to your school and the first time she sees you is chewing out some idiot who thought it'd be a good idea to try and bully you.

-Wagner's first reaction was to think rather lowly of you, letting your temper get the best of you like that. However, it wasn't like she didn't have her moments like that too, quite the opposite actually.

-Yes you seemed to impulsively swear...a lot, but you were a normal person with normal human emotions, albeit with a short fuse. When you weren't exploding you could be surprisingly entertaining.

-That's probably the main reason she entered a relationship with you. You were a much needed refreshing change from the monotonous life she was forced to live in a country of people that seemed hesitant to speak their minds. You were no such person.

-She knows damn well her family wouldn't be the most fond of someone like you, but she can cross that bridge when she gets to it.

-Of the three, Orie is by far the most taken aback by your language when she meets you for the first time. A sheltered life in the Licht Kreis meant growing up around well-spoken polite people.

-Clearly this was not the case for you. You wore your mind on your sleeve. Whether that was for better or worse was up to interpretation, but you certainly didn't hide what you thought at any given moment.

-You were one of the last people Orie ever expected to catch feelings, for, let alone actually enter a relationship with. It was far different than she was expecting, though maybe that was for the better.

-She went in expecting constant pressure to keep you happy and be careful to not offend you, especially considering your temperament. She was pleasantly surprised to realize that you were more than willing to put in work and show that you appreciated her as well, even if your ways in doing so were a bit...on the nose at times.

-Knowing someone whose as honest and straightforward as you has her back is a comforting feeling, one that she doesn't know how she went her entire life without.

[sonics-atelier]

Dungeons and Dramatics

Summary : While trapped in the Dungeons of Mirkwood Kili and Fili decided to lighten the mood up, it doesn't go well for them though because a certain blonde was watching from the shadows. Crack Fic. Mine.

a/n : my friend told me how the dwarfs were tapped for over 2 weeks in mirkwood and I made this crack theory of what exactly happened that caused them to be imprisoed for so long, @decadentpostnacho this is for you 💗

In the dimly lit dungeons of Mirkwood, the dwarves sat in a circle, their spirits dampened by the endless days of imprisonment. Yet, in this bleak setting, Kíli and Fíli prepared to lift their companions' spirits with an impromptu play. They had secretly penned a melodramatic tale, an “enemies-to-lovers” romance between their uncle, Thorin, and the Elvenking, Thranduil.

Kíli and Fíli stepped into the center, using makeshift props and costumes crafted from scraps. Kíli had fashioned a makeshift crown from twine and leaves, and Fíli draped a tattered blanket over his shoulders to simulate Thranduil's regal cloak.

Kíli : (as Thorin, standing tall and defiant) “Why do you imprison us, Thranduil, King of the Elves? Do you fear our might or are you just in need of better company?”

Fíli : (as Thranduil, with an exaggerated wave of his hand) “Neither, Oakenshield! It is your beauty that captivates me, your rugged charm that ensnares my heart!"

The dwarves around them snickered, trying to stifle their laughter. Thorin sat back, his arms crossed, watching with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. ( Poor Thorin has his hands full )

Kíli : (taking a step closer, eyes wide with mock surprise) “You jest, Elvenking! How could someone as cold-hearted as you know anything of love?”

Fíli : (clutching his chest dramatically) “Oh, Thorin! Beneath this icy exterior beats a heart that longs for the warmth of your embrace. Let us end this enmity and unite our kingdoms in love!”

The dwarves erupted into muffled laughter, tears streaming down their faces as they tried to keep quiet. Even Thorin couldn’t help but let out a reluctant chuckle.

Kíli : (pretending to be torn) “But how can I trust you, Thranduil? Your dungeons are dark and your wines are too bitter for a dwarf’s taste.”

Fíli : (swooning exaggeratedly) “I shall sweeten my wines with the nectar of our love, and together we shall brighten up these dark halls with the light of our love”

Ori leaned over to Balin, whispering with a grin, “Do you think Thorin will take up acting after this?”

Balin smirked, shaking his head. “I think he might just kill them before that happens.”

Kíli : (placing a hand over his heart, eyes glittering with fake tears) “Oh, Thranduil, your words move me. Could it be that beneath this rough exterior lies a heart yearning for your love?”

Fíli : (reaching out dramatically) “Yes, Thorin, yes! Let us cast aside our weapons and embrace as lovers, not as foes!"

Suddenly, a voice echoed from the shadows, stern and filled with displeasure. It was Thranduil himself, having watched the entire performance from the edge of the prison.

Thranduil : “Enough of this mockery! I see now that dwarves are not only stubborn but also foolish.”

The dwarves fell silent, their faces pale as they realized they had been caught. Thranduil stepped forward, his expression a mixture of irritation and something akin to amusement.

Thranduil : “For your insolence, I extend your stay in my dungeons by two weeks. Perhaps next time, you will think twice before creating such absurd tales.”

As Thranduil left, the dwarves remained silent for a moment before bursting into laughter again, their spirits inexplicably lifted by the ridiculousness of it all.

Years later, back in Erebor, the memory of the play would still bring fits of laughter to the company. Thorin, though he would never openly admit it, appreciated the levity his nephews had brought to such a dark time. And Kíli and Fíli? They reveled in the tale, often reenacting snippets of it at family gatherings, much to Thorin’s feigned annoyance and everyone else’s delight.

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[lucigoo]

It's Time to Go Home Little Hobbit

I have the joy to be able to do bagginshield-tober again this year. Brought to by the Acorns and oak leaves Discord server. I am adding this years prompts to my already established Bagginshield-tober au series.

This was for the prompt Bag End

The only warning for this one is both Bilo adn Frodo dealing with their grief.

Summary: Bilbo left his husband and his mountain to go back to the Shire for the first time in decades to claim Frodo and bring the lost, little hobbit back to erebor where he will have ad instant family who adroes him already, even though none have met him.

If only it was that simple.

And as always, an excerpt:

Bilbo finally crested the hill towards Brandybuck Hall, and he took a deep breath in before turning to his dwarves. “If you head that way, and follow the path, you will find Hobbiton. You remember the way to my smial yes?” he asked his dwarves. “Aye, but we can’t just leave you here,” Dwalin grumped out. “Dwalin, I’m in the Shire. Nothing here can hurt me, even their sharp tongues. Go get Bag End ready for Frodo if he will come with us. That was the boys’ home, after all, where he lived with his parents.” Bilbo explained. “He lived at your Smial?” Ori asked suddenly for the first time. Bilbo smiled at Ori sadly. “Yes, when Drogo wrote he was going to propose to Primula, he told me he was worried about moving into Brandybuck Hall. After all, like me, he was an only child. I was never planning on coming back here and so I let them lease it for a pittance. Just for the upkeep really and the chance to stay if me and Thorin ever made it back here. So that is where Frodo was born, where he lived and grew and his home was ripped from him when he lost his parents too, as unlike me, he was too young to be left there alone,” Bilbo said sadly. “Poor tyke. Aye, we will sort the place out,” Bofur said as he sent Bilbo a sad smile.

[anon-e-miss]

Hazing - 5

Jazz was a patient mech. He needed to be in his line of work. Though it irritated him that Tarantulas was running free and unsupervised with Prowl’s bitty, he knew this was an instance when he could not be rash. Sentinel’s favourite could not be removed without consequences and though Jazz did not fear the Prime’s vengeance for himself, he had places to disappear to, kin who would guard him, Prowl was not so fortunate. He did not want to see Prowl punished for his impatience. Thankfully, Sentinel’s energon thirst was unending and it was not long before the saboteur heard tell of plans to test Tarantulas latest weapon of war.

He laid in wait, within view of the test site with a carton of popped gears. Jazz nodded as a familiar yellow and blue mech joined him and offered the mech, his originator a servoful of the greasy snack. This had been a tradition of their since Jazz had learned to arm a bomb. Punch did not wear the Autobot’s brand, neither did he wear the Decepticon’s. The fact his creations wore these brands was his doing. They were his optics inside these lumbering armies. No Autobot knew Jazz’s twin was amongst the Decepticons, just as no Decepticon knew Jazz was Ricochet’s twin. Neither he nor his twin considered the other an enemy. Their deeds in this war were a means to an end.

Down below, Jazz saw Tarantulas, his mandible clicking as he spoke excitedly about his latest creation. Each time Jazz saw the mech, he was that much more a freak of his own making. Jazz feared what his creation might look like, what Tarantulas might have done to the poor little thing. He took another servoful of popped gears and took a twig of Kremzeek. Sentinel Prime tapped his ped with impatience as his prized madmech raved about his marvelous new weapon. Jazz smiled as he watched the Prime rebuke the freeze. Looking sullen, Tarantulas pulled out a remote and pressed the button. Hundreds of small, buzzing missiles shot up into the air. For a fraction of a nanoklik they flew towards the Dead End, the Prime’s favourite dart board, but then they flipped about in midair and changed direction. Every last one raced towards the Prime. Sentinel transformed but he was not fast enough to get away. He exploded into thousands of pieces. His Vanguard descended on the scientist. His screams rose up from the crush.

“Nicely done,” Punch said.

“We’ll see what sorta Prime the Matrix comes up wit next,” Jazz said.

“Could be a worse mech than Zeta or Sentinel,” Punch declared.

“Could be,” Jazz agreed. “Or the Matrix might just surprise us all.”

Ori stuck around as Jazz went forward with the next phase of his plan. They neatly sidestepped his crude traps and walked deep into his lab. There were half finished inventions, schematics and prototypes all over the place. It did not seem like he focused on any one project but a dozen at once. In the middle of the lab was the skeletal structure of a warbuild. He did not think he wanted to know what plans Tarantulas had held for that thing. Jazz listened intently and made his way deeper into the lab, searching until he found the freak’s living space. There was a carefully wrapped bundle in the middle of a spider’s web. Jazz cut it open, revealing a bitlet. The little one yawned as Jazz pulled him from the web.

“A bitlet?” Punch asked. “What was that freak doin’ wit a bitlet?”

“Sired ‘m,” Jazz explained. “On the tac attache for Spec Ops.”

“Ya took a fancy to the mech,” Punch guessed.

“Oh yeah,” Jazz agreed. “That I did. ‘N I fancied his creation was better off wit’m.”

“Seein’ as Tarantulas was a madmech, I can agreed to that,” Punch replied. “Ya plannin’ to be geni to this bitty?”

“Mm,” Jazz hummed. “Seein’ as I moved his ori into my hab, I suppose I am.”

“Did he tell ya the bitty’s designation?” Punch asked.

“No,” Jazz replied. “Seems like he didn’t even get to hold this lil thang. ‘M surprised he’s sane to be honest wit ya. But he’s sane ‘n he’s sharp. ‘M sure y’re Ori’s got somethin’ in processor for ya.”

“Lemme know when I can visit,” Punch said.

“Maybe ya outta come now,” Jazz offered. “He ain’t got experience at this sorta thing. ‘M sure ya can help.”

“I’ll leave’m be if he’s uncomfortable,” Punch replied. “Some oris wanna village ‘n some wanna nest in peace.”

Jazz knew Prowl would be waiting at home. He had fragged him so well the dark-cycle before, Prowl had elected to work from home rather than show off his limp to his new colleagues. Poor mech was shy of letting on that they were fragging but most of them if not all of them knew. Hound and Cliffjumper could hear them every time Jazz helped Prowl with his paperwork and if Hound knew, Mirage did as well. They might keep it to themselves but Jazz thought it would not be hard for the others to catch on. The fact they were not trying to take advantage of this information was good for them. Jazz would not be forgiving of blackmail attempts.

The bitlet was an armful, Jazz mused as he adjusted his grip. Underneath all those mods, Tarantulas’ natural build had been quite a lot bigger than Prowl. Considering how big the bitty was at only a few quartexes old, he must have been quite the big newling and yet Prowl had not only given emergence to him naturally, he had recovered incredibly quickly. He was a natural brooder, Jazz thought. It was something to consider for the future. For the moment, bitty cooed happily as they approached Jazz’s door.

“Know yet ori’s waitin’ for ya, don’t ya, Sweetspark?” Jazz cooed. He knocked once.

“Taught’m yer knock?” Punch asked.

“Tarantulas snatched ‘m from home,” Jazz explained. “Taught ‘m ya ain’t e’er completely safe.”

“Jazz?” Prowl sounded anxious as he called to him as Jazz opened the door.

“I brought company,” Jazz told him. “‘N y’re bitlet.”

“You really found him?” Prowl asked, he peaked around the corner. “Hello.”

“Don’t mind me,” Punch said. “‘M the rascal’s ori ‘n he thought ya might want support from someone that’s been there.”

“Maybe?” Prowl said.

“Poor thang, y’re in knots,” Punch crooned. “Ya go have a seat. Jazz’ll give ya yer bitty ‘n no one will take’m from ya again.”

“You are not an Autobot,” Prowl said. He sat on the couch amongst the pillows Jazz had piled up for him when he had moved in.

“Not a Decepticon either,” Punch assured him.

“Ori keeps everyone honest,” Jazz explained. He lowered the hefty bitlet into his originator’s arms. Prowl immediately teared up as he held his creation tightly in his arms.

“There there,” Punch crooners “Ya been through an ordeal. Everythin’s alright now.”

[nrilliree]

Hello, this isn't about the Dance or HOTD (though I am firmly team Black), but I was still curious. What is your opinion on the people who pit Visenya and Rhaenys against each other? I personally think that it's bull and that Aegon had two hands for a reason (unlike Orys later on-) I'm sadly convinced that if HBO makes a show about the Conquerors, people will constantly be going at it about "Team Rhaenys" vs "Team Visenya" just

Just wanted to know your opinion

For me it makes no sense. I think some people want to make Visenya such a badass that the fact that she could love her sister and not be offended by Aegon remarrying is incomprehensible to them. Rhaenys was Visenya's younger sister, her family, not some strange woman her husband had taken as his lover. Relationships in such twisted relationships are much more complicated. But yes, it seems to me that after what HBO did with HotD and its unnecessary changes, nothing good may come out of the series about conquerors, because they will want to make it too strange. Sometimes it will turn out that poor Rhaenys will be persecuted by cruel Visenya 🙄

[auncyen]

I think part of why I like Oboro is because I think of some of the stuff in OT2 as like "depiction of mental illness on fantasy steroids".

In real life, most people who are depressed aren't going to hurt anyone else (the unfortunate possibility of themselves on the table). They might hurt their relationships with others, though, because part of depression is your brain being stuck on only the negative. Oboro gets to raise his adoptive sister and be friends with a kind prince? That's because he's working for the prince's father who, going by Ori's journal fragments, went a LONG time ignoring any strategies Oboro proposed to avoid bloodshed in war and went the bloody way regardless. This same man is ultimately responsible for both Oboro and Ori being orphans, and Oboro didn't exactly enter his service freely. This man acts like this because his bloodline is cursed, which Oboro knows very well the prince has a second, crueler personality because of the curse too, and seems convinced that means eventually the prince will turn out the same way as his father.

He doesn't, but you know, even master strategists can ignore possibilities because of cognitive distortions.

Like this is the same setting where a book convinces a guy who seemed to be decent if extremely hard on himself "you can't save everyone from illness" means "you have to kill everyone so they don't suffer". Same book convinces another person that living is pointless too. Oboro doesn't find anything particularly noteworthy about the book...because he's already realized "the truths it laid bare on my own"... but I think it's noteworthy that even he, by his own account, "played my role" of "dutiful subject" until the day the man (I assume Claude) approached him with the book. Basically: Oboro was depressed and traumatized enough that if the book did change his thinking in any way, it did not register. But while his letter is somewhat ambiguous about when exactly the plan started, the implication seems to be the planning started then, either because he now had an accomplice in the man and/or because the book did nudge his thinking, even if it didn't register to him. (Which again, depression: sometimes you don't realize you're getting worse until it's suddenly like "whoa. wait, at one point in my life I did have more hope, but it feels like I might as well have been a different person then".) We don't have an account of a "normal" person reading the book and staying normal afterward (Castti might have read the book, because the opportunity was there, but there isn't anything saying she did) so it's...hm. That book definitely isn't doing anyone's mental state favors, huh.

Basically take the humans of the OCTOPATH villains: Oboro, Tanzy, Ori, Petrichor, Trousseau, Harvey. Petrichor is essentially a noncharacter, we never interact with her directly and she has very little description even in the infodumping journal fragments. Harvey, well, kind of seems to just be envy to the point of extreme evil. But I'd argue Oboro, Tanzy, Ori, and Trousseau all had depression even before reading the Book of Night (and iirc it's not even certain if Ori actually read the book or not; she's in close enough proximity it seems likely she did at some point, but it's not described). There are definitely other human issues at play behind the troubles in OT2, such as, whatever the hell Harvey's deal is, and while Roque is excluded from the OCTOPATH acronym clique (which seems a bit arbitrary to me given how far on the periphery Tanzy and Trousseau are, but yeah, sure, he's not in the conspiracy), greed certainly isn't helping anyone, but so much of the human side of Vide being brought back seems to be despair and trauma and depression being put on fantasy steroids. And in that context everything Oboro does is still terrible and wrong. But like I get how he screwed up that badly. (And still. Poor Hikari. AU where Hikari read the book as well everyone has the worst time ever)

[snarkymonkeyprime]

I found a thingy.

     Bilbo watched in mild amusement as five students trailed into the library, the same vacant, somewhat haunted expression on their individual faces.  He glanced at the clock.  Ah.  Nearly three.  I see that Thorin’s done his damage today.

     One of the students peeled off from the rest and approached Bilbo.

     Bilbo removed his glasses and folded them before sliding them into his front pocket.  “Yes?”

     The dwarf blinked at Bilbo and then rummaged for a piece of paper.  He pulled it out and squinted.  “Um, do you have any copies of these?”

     Bilbo already knew what books these students would be after; he’d seen a fair number over the last several years.  Every year, in fact, at this exact time.  Thorin’s final term was typically his most brutal.  Bilbo had even taken the extra step of ensuring that the library had more than enough copies of the books the students would inevitably need.

    He gestured for the paper and gave it a brief scan, confirming the contents.  “Ah.  One moment.”  He slipped toward the back and beckoned to Ori.  “Ori, Thorin’s up to his old tricks.”

    His work study winced.  “Already?”

    Bilbo chuckled.  “Apparently.  Go ahead and get that box out of storage.  I’m sure we’ll be seeing the majority of his class by day’s end.”

     As he waited for Ori to collect the spare books, Bilbo considered the prickly history professor.  He’d known Thorin for as long as the dwarf had taught at Erebor University; close to ten years now.  Taciturn and blunt, he’d not made many friends his first few years.  But he was incredibly intelligent and clever.  And quite passionate about dwarven history.  And, as illustrated by the zombified students wandering Bilbo’s library.  His reputation as a stickler for perfection the most pervasive across campus.

     Bilbo smiled as Ori lumbered back from the basement, cheeks puffed out as he shuffled down the narrow aisles toward him.  “Ah, good.  I’m thankful he only reserves this punishment for his higher-level students.  I’d hate to have to store enough for freshmen.”

     Ori set the box down with a grunt.  “He’s why I switched majors,” he admitted.

     Bilbo paused before squatting down by the box and breaking the aging cellophane tape.  “I thought you were an art major from the beginning.”  He glanced up at the dwarf as he fished out the books the student had asked for.

     “Well, sort of.  I like history, though.”  He shivered suddenly.  “Until Dr. Oakenshield.”

     Bilbo lifted an eyebrow at the reaction.  “I think Thorin is more bark than bite,” he ventured.  He rose, wincing at the pop in his knees.  He was getting too old for this, apparently.  He wagged the slim books toward Ori.  “Shouldn’t let professors like him win; feeds their ego a bit too much.”

     Ori’s eyes went wide.  “He’s so scary though,” he whispered. 

     Bilbo chuckled.  “Hardly.  More he simply has no imagination and can’t understand why others aren’t as obsessed with dwarven history as he is.”

     He approached the student at the counter; he hadn’t moved an inch and continued to stare forward in a daze.  Poor sod, Bilbo thought.  He took the student’s ID card and entered the books under his name.  “Three weeks.  If no one’s put a hold on it, you can check it out twice more, same time frame.”

     The student nodded mutely and collected the books, sliding them into his messenger bag before slinking off out of the library.

     Before long, he had four more requests for the same set of books, quickly handed to him by Ori from the back room.  By six, an hour after Ori’s shift had ended, the library was finally quiet.  While it was never loud – it was a library, after all – this was his most favorite time of day.  When no one was in the august halls of this century-old building.  He would fix himself a cup of tea and wander about, straightening books or clearing away what errant students left behind.  More than once he’d had to rouse a master’s student who’d fallen asleep studying.  Today, however, it was little more than discarded paper coffee cups and a stack of books left on one of the upstairs tables.

     Tea cup empty, he returned to the first floor to find someone at the front desk.  He cleared his throat and then brightened when he recognized him.  “Ah, Thorin.  I had some of your victims arrive earlier.”

     The dwarf frowned, blue eyes sharp.  “Must you call them that?”

     Bilbo grinned.  “You continue to murder them with tasks; what else shall I call them?”

     Thorin merely grunted.  He slid a file folder across the desk toward Bilbo as he rounded the counter.  “Can you put these packets together for me?”

     “In case you weren’t aware, I’m not your TA.”

     Thorin’s eyes narrowed.  “I am aware.  However, my TA is out sick this week.”

     Bilbo relented.  He liked Tauriel.  And given her near fanatical need for perfection herself, that she was out sick was something momentous indeed.  “Fine,” he sighed.  He opened the folder and flipped through the pages.  Ah, the dreaded final project.  “You know,” he began, wagging the folder, “you do this project every year.  Nothing changes.  Why not keep stacks in your office?”

     Another grunt as Thorin straightened his jacket.  He was wearing a black peacoat, the wool fibers glinting with a dusting of rain.  “Takes up space,” he explained.

     He nearly prodded at that but he recalled the size of Thorin’s office.  More a broom closet than anything else.  “Hmm.”  Bilbo shrugged.  “Give me a moment and I’ll set up the copier.”

     “I’m in a rush, unfortunately; can you swing by my office in the morning?”

     He took another look at Thorin.  He did seem preoccupied.  He was also dressed much sharper than he usually was.  Oh, Thorin tended to look well put together but tonight, he wore a wine-dark collared shirt beneath the peacoat, the throat of it open.  Not quite a look he wore in his class room but it certainly complimented those dark eyes and his trim, dark beard.  For once, his hair was loose and settled about his shoulders.

     He tried to remember the last time he’d not seen it in its customary knot.  After a moment, he realized he was simply staring at Thorin when the dwarf’s eyebrows began to lift in confusion.  “Oh.  Oh, certainly.”  Bilbo waved a hand at him, shooing him toward the door.  “Out, out.  I need to close up anyway.”

     Thorin gave him a brief grin and dipped his head.  “My thanks, Dr. Baggins.”

     Bilbo watched him walk off and sighed, thumbing through the packet again.  One day, he’d get Thorin to call him by his first name.  He used it so bloody rarely.  Bilbo used Thorin’s almost exclusively in an effort to get the rigid dwarf to see they were friendly and he needn’t be so formal. 

     To be fair, he rather liked that about Thorin.  Not the distance, that had always sat poorly with him.  More that Thorin was so intent on appearance and protocol that he appeared to forget how to behave normally.  He wondered, not for the first time, how the dwarf behaved on a date.

     He nearly made it to the copier when he froze. 

     Date.  Thorin looked like he was on a date.

     “Oh, bloody hell and shite,” Bilbo muttered.  He yanked on the copier lid, and it buzzed angrily as it woke.

     “Oh, quiet,” he retorted.  He slapped the first sheet of paper on the clear glass and slammed the lid down.  “You’ve nothing to complain about; you see more action in a day than I have in the last five years.”

     He covered his eyes with one hand.  “Lovely; I’m jealous of a bloody copier.”

     He punched in the requisite number of copies and stared out from his normally comfortable hidey-hole into the quiet expanse of the library, now dark from the evening sky and suddenly far too quiet.   

[notsoblackandwhite101]

I love your fic. So glad to read new chapter. I also love your worldbuilding. Especially family trees. Honestly, I'm dying to know more about Demelza and David. How did she became kinda snotty yet caring, and whether Dylan knew his grandpa, if I remember correctly Dylan might have taken after him when it comes to scifi

I'm glad your enjoying the story!

I can't quiet remember if the boys were born before David passed. If any were, I'd say he likely passed away when Dylan (And possibly Dawkins) were very young. Too young to understand death or its ramifications. However everything he has left behind has had a huge effect on them to this day! His study is full of science and history books. As well as his telescope and some nerd memorabilia here and there! Even if he was gone before they were born his memory has had a lasting impact!

As for Demelza, its a sort of Nature and Nurture situation. A lot of it has to do with who raised her and how. Her parents were a big influences, but so were her Uncle Radcliff and Aunt Dot.

Her mum, Orie (Oreo), is really instrumental. Orie grew up in a poor family and had, what I like to call, terminal eldest daughter syndrome. Not terminal in that it will kill you, but in that it will kill your relationships. Orie's parents were the lowest rung on the social ladder. Both working hard at menial jobs for long hours and very little pay. Her parents were happy though, loving each other and their children. It was just that Orie (Oreo) was the eldest, so when her parents were at work, she was raising her siblings. Unlike Dolly and Dylan years later, she had NO time off because her parents took NO time off. She also started caring for them when she was very young. She was basically parenthesized against her will with zero ability to punish them. Her siblings always acted up when she was caring for them, but became angels when her parents were home, with her parents downplaying the misbehavior they didn't see when Orie complained about it. Orie always had issues with her parents because of this and a few other things. (Including her birth name Oreo, which got her picked on a lot.) So as soon as she turned 18 she left, and hardly talk to any of her family again.

However that childhood made Orie dream of a Cinderella life. Where she'd marry well and never have to cook or clean. Never have to care for a flock of screaming children, with a nice big house. Not to say she'd marry for money alone. She just knew what she wanted. Patch certainly didn't match many of these prerequisites. He wasn't rich, just well off. He didn't have a huge house, he lived in a nice one with his sick parents. He had to do some cooking and cleaning, but it wasn't alot. However he did save her life and was very kind to her. (They met during an air raid and had to take shelter in a doorway together.) At first Orie just volunteered to help him with his block captain work, but they got to now each other, fell in love and married.

It wasn't a fairytale marriage, but it worked very well! Patch was passive and indecisive, but kind. Orie knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to get it, even if she was a little rough around the edges. They worked together very well, even if it was Patch saying 'Yes dear.' most of the time. When the subject of children came up however, Orie was not interested... at first. She spent her childhood and teenage years raising her siblings, she didn't want to do it all over again as an adult. She was finally enjoying life for dogs sake! However as time went on, Patch's siblings had children.

Orie supposed Little Dipper and Domino were cute... Plus now that she was an adult they actually listen to her. Not to mention Patch was so good with them... hmmm...

Eventually she pulled Patch aside and agreed to have ONE child. Patch was over the moon, he just wanted one anyway! They ended up have Demelza and Patch loved her to bits! Orie went through a weird phase after Demelza was born where she didn't really ... love her baby? Not that she hated Demelza, it was just she didn't feel this instant love that she expected? (This is called the baby blues and its actually really common for many mothers!) After a week though the feelings came and Orie started to bond with Demelza!

Orie was content to let Patch do most of the emotional rearing for Demelza. She took over schooling, manners and other things. She had a pretty good life... but Demelza's could be even better. She was the one who pushed her daughter to climb the social ladder. Not wanting her to be stuck with tons of kids and house work when Demelza grew up. That mixed well with Uncle Radcliff, who had just moved back into the house after a stress stroke. Uncle Radlciff owned a factory and mingled with the upper crust a lot. (He and Orie got along swimmingly, both being a bit cold and grumpy, if well meaning.) Demelza looked up to Uncle Radcliff, whatever he and mum said was gospel just about. This also coincided with Aunt Dot moving in after her husband died suddenly. She was a bit like Patch, a push over and soft spoken. However unlike her three siblings she didn't work. So she took over cooking and cleaning, much to Orie's delight. (Orie got along best with Dot and Radcliff of all of Patch's siblings. Not that she argued with any of them much.) Dot wanted children but never had any, so she enjoyed helping to raise Demelza, which did help soften her demeanor greatly.

So yeah, it was a HUGE mix of four parental figures in her life that caused this. Her friends also play a part in how snooty and uptight she can be. David used to be able to settle her, but he's no longer around...

Oh and fun fact! Demelza was named by her mother. Orie, as I said, was bullied a lot as a child because she was named after a ridiculous, American snack cookie. (Oreo) She insisted that her daughter have a refined, dignified name! So Demelza it was.

(God I love exploring generational trauma with characters!)

[obsidiancreates]

Hey-Ho To The Bottle We Go

(Lots of drinking, because it's a fic about Bilbo outdrinking everyone- as a Hobbit should. I don't drink though so. Did my best.)

The great feast in Laketown is going well, ale and wine and food flowing from The Master's kitchens. None are happier about it than Bilbo Baggins, who positively gorges himself on the most plentiful meal he's had in months.

It's about an hour in that Bofur blinks, and then smacks his brother's arm and points. "Are all those tankards Bilbo's?"

Indeed, sitting at Bilbo's elbow is not one, not two, not even three, but four empty tankards of various ales- and a fifth beside him, all piles up, as though he'd been so impatient for more he couldn't even bother to refill the same cup and simple took a whole new one that was already filled.

"That's impossible," Dwalin snorts, halfway through a third of his own. "He'd be drunk enough to drop."

Bilbo, at a separate table from The Company purely to accommodate the sheer size of his meal, happily chugs his fifth, gets up, and returns with a sixth tankard.

Dwalin's jaw drops open. "No."

"Well now I know where that song came from," Bofur laughs incredulously.

"Song?"

"Oh aye, the one I sang in Rivendell- noticed Bilbo hummin' to himself one night along the path and got him to teach me what he'd written of it so far."

"That was Bilbo's song?" Dori says, a little slurred, as Nori occupies himself by trying to steal pins from his older brother's braids and Dori bats his hands away.

"Surprised me as well! I did change up the tune a bit, o' course. ... D'you think Hobbits can't get drunk? It looks like he can't get full."

Nori looks up. "There's a wager. Who can outlast Bilbo in a drinking game? BILBO!"

The hobbit in question looks up and walks over, not quite steady enough on his feet to be considered sober but also not quite as drunk as he really should be, carrying his ale with him.

"Bofur here wanted to challenge you to a drinking game," Nori says, shooting a grin at Bofur as Bofur looks at him with betrayal.

"Well, I don't know about that," Bilbo says, bracing a hand against the table and taking a quick drink. "We're going to be traveling all day tomorrow. We shouldn't get too drunk."

"... You've had six," Ori says, a look almost like horror on his face. "You're smaller than I am. And less to you."

"And?" Bilbo knocks back the rest of his ale and then reaches out blindly to grab a full one on the table- stealing from Nori, effectively, but Nori is too delighted to care. "It's not exactly strong, Ori."

It's not not strong, either.

"How's about I sweeten the deal on Bofur's behalf?" Nori chirps. "If 'e wins, you teach him some Hobbit songs. If you win... 'e teaches you how to carve some of his famous toys."

Bilbo thinks it over. "... How much is Thorin drinking tonight?"

All eyes turn to the king, who sits in a corner and argues with his well and still-standing nephew, a tankard in his own hand and a slouch to his posture that suggests it's far from his first.

"... Well, I do know some good quick-sobering breakfasts we could have," Bilbo relents, raising his new drink. "Are we counting from this new round, or what we had before?"

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Bofur's eyes cross and struggle to focus as Bilbo, only growing more chipper and lively as he drinks and drinks, suddenly stamps up on top of the table!

"None of you know how to do this," he says, swaying no small amount but keeping his footing remarkably well despite. "No-no singing yet, even! Where's the singing from-" he pauses to take a drink from his who-knows-how-many-in now- "-from my poor smial, hmm?"

"Why don't you give us a song then?" Nori cheers. "Show us 'ow it's done!"

"As usual," Bilbo sniffs as Bofur's eyes roll back into his head and he slumps, falling under the table and disappearing among the food scraps and discarded pints and ales and wine-mugs.

Bilbo thinks for a moment. "I did-" He laughs to himself. "I did come up with-with a song I could've sung to the-the spiders."

"The spiders?" Dori leans on Nori. "How many 'ave I had to drink?"

"My trumpe' needs cleanin'," Ori declares, at this point in the night practically laying on his brother's side.

"I did! If they- ha! If I told it to children!" Bilbo clears his throat and begins singing a surprisingly merry tune.

"Old fat spider spinning in a tree, old fat spider can't see me! Attercop, attercop!" He laughs himself silly, stamping his feet on the table to provide a bit of rhythm, singing on a silly, half-baked song of insult to spiders- but a song with an easy enough rhythm that the dwarves and men alike can stamp along with it.

Bilbo nearly doubles over by the end of it, pushed back upright by Gloin as the whole room cheers for another song!

"See?" Bilbo says, grinning down at his companions. "Helpless, the lot of you! Come to Hobbiton for my next birthday and see a real party! Now where's Bofur? He knows the next one!"

"Oh, we all know the next one, laddie," Dwalin chuckles.

"Good! More voices is better! The whole- the whole Shire sings along when a song starts up at the pub!" Bilbo makes a grand gesture, spilling ale all over poor Ori's head. "There's an inn, there's an inn, there's a merry old inn-!"

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The next morning is slow, indeed- for all but Bilbo. As dwarves blink awake with groans and shielded eyes, Bilbo is finishing setting up an array of foods and non-alcoholic drinks.

"Who'd've thought you lot were lightweights?" Bilbo chuckles as he helps Oin sit up. "Or does ale not stolen from my pantry just hit you harder?"

"No' so loud, lad," Oin groans.

"Come on, eat and drink up and you'll be good as new." Bilbo places a large tray in front of Oin, and then goes to do the same for the rest of his company- save one. "Where's Bofur?"

"Pukin' his guts out in the lake, maybe," Nori moans. "You don' even look tired!"

"As I said, not that strong. I drank more and hardier at my grandfather's last birthday." Bilbo flicks a bit of food off of the top of Nori's head. "Now dig in, it's a family cure for hangovers. Better than anyone in Hobbiton's, no matter what The Gaffer says. Ha! You should taste his home brew- no party is complete without it."

[worldofthraeia]

Writeblr Re-intro

Hello! My name is Bird, I've been active on writeblr for about a year so I figured a re-intro was in order. :3

About me!

Bisexual, She/her

Fantasy romance writer

Also an artist!

Former D&D player. (current dice hoarder.)

I have a corn snake named Calypso. :3

Fav video games: Hollow Knight, Superliminal, Journey, Ori and the Blind Forest...

Asks and Tag games are always open!!

My main blog is @/silverbird.

What's Thraeia?

Thraeia is a medieval fantasy world that I created when I was 16, in 2021 I started overhauling the world into what it is now. I'm ever expanding and adding to it with each new story I tell. I'll leave some links to stuff if you want to learn more! :3

The Deities

The Races/Species

The Continents & Kingdoms

Or search the tag #thraeiabuilding on my blog for all the worldbuilding!

Current WIPs

Though I have 8 wips total I'm just working on these 3 at the moment!

Lady of Birchgrove

~10k words - 1st draft -

Summary:

Welcome to the world of Thraeia. Silvia wakes with no memories of herself, no recollection of how she came to be lying on a bed in an unfamiliar room. She certainly does not know the girl beside her, unconscious and wounded, who risked her life to save Silvia. The difficult task of remembering herself falls onto her shoulders. Though it physically pains her at times it is a job she must complete, not just for the people who claim to love her, but also the entire town depending on her. For she is a Lady, charged with the well being of the town, Birchgrove. With the help of her family and old dairy entries from her past self, it almost seems doable. But the the magic that has been inflicted upon her is mysterious and unknown, and the caster is still out there somewhere, waiting for an opportunity to finish what they started.

Read more here!🍃

Tags: #CoT: Lady of Birchgrove, #CoT: LoB

Reclaim

~47k words - 1st/2nd draft - 18+ strong language, violence, suggestive scenes

Summary:

It had to be fate. As a cub Quirina was taken from the mountains of Brariheba and was sold to Xiren Sharpe, leader of an assassin's guild. The once spirited child became the guild's best against her will, her agile Feli body aiding her. After one mission she meets Romone, a stupidly confident Feli in the service of Morys Elethron, who promises her a safe place at Elethron House. The chance meeting has her realizing she's tired of belonging to someone else, that maybe she can make a difference. A frantic escape later and she's greeted warmly by Romone, finally a safe place for her. Though the horrible things she had done under Xiren do not vanish, they dominate her time at Elethron House. When her shadow threatens to drag her back to her cold cell, Quirina fights harder for the opportunity to lead a normal life and the possibility of falling in love than she's ever had before.

Read more here! ⚔

Tags: #CoT: Reclaim

Cramming for Magic Class

Webcomic - 3 eps sketched/ 19 outlined

Summary:

A new school year is about to start at Lilium University of Magic. Zephyrine, who recently moved in with their cousin and her friend, is simply breezing through life. At least until they meet Soulaetia, a high-born magic prodigy with some very poor study habits. When they happen to cross paths, they change each others' lives in ways neither expected.

Read more here!📚

Tags: #CoT: Cramming for Magic Class, #CoT: CfMC

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My art: #Bird draws

Characters: Chr: [insert name]

Worldbuilding: #thraeiabuilding

Inspiration: #inspo (paired with a character or region tag)

Funny writing memes: #writer humor

Other writeblrs: #other writers

[demonslayerscript]

Episode 20 : Pretend Family / 第二十話『寄せ集めの家族』

*Green colored words are only in anime, not in original manga, and we usually call them “ani-ori(anime-original)".

竈門禰豆子（血鬼術・爆血！！）

Kamado Nezuko (Kekki-Jutsu, Bakketsu!!)

Nezuko Kamado (Blood Demon Art… Exploding Blood!)

竈門炭治郎「俺と禰豆子の絆は誰にも、引き裂けない！！」

Kamado Tanjiro “Oreto Nezukono kizunawa dare-nimo, hiki-sake-nai!!”

Tanjiro Kamado “The bond between Nezuko and me…can’t be…severed by anyone!”

―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――

炭治郎「禰豆子！禰豆子……くっ。勝った…勝ったよ…」

Tanjiro “Nezuko! Nezuko……Ku. Katta…Kattayo…”

Tanjiro “Nezuko! Nezuko! I-I won! I won!”

炭治郎（父さんが…助けてくれた…家に代々伝わる神楽で、何故技を出せたのかわからない。でも、それで助かった…勝てた。…うっ。あれ？禰豆子が見えないぞ。呼吸を乱発しすぎたせいか？うっ、ぐっ…。耳鳴りが酷い。体中に激痛が走ってる。早く回復しなければ。俺はまだ、戦わなければならない。伊之助を助けに行くんだ。早く…）

Tanjiro (Tosanga…tasukete-kureta… Ieni dai-dai tsutawaru kagurade, naze wazao daseta-noka wakara-nai. Demo, sorede tasukatta… Kateta. U. …Are? Nezukoga mie-naizo. Kokyuo ranpatsu shi-sugita-seika? U, gu… Mimi-nariga hidoi. Karada-juni gekitsuga hashitteru. Hayaku kaifuku shina-kereba. Orewa mada tatakawa-nakereba nara-nai. Inosukeo tasukeni ikunda. Hayaku…)

Tanjiro (My father saved me! I’m not sure why I was able to unleash that attack with the kagura that’s been in our family for generations. But that was what saved me! I was able to beat him! Huh? I can’t see Nezuko! Is it because I took way too many breaths? This ringing in my ears is brutal! My whole body is throbbing with pain! I gotta…heal up fast! I’m still not done fighting! I gotta go save Inosuke! Right away!)

炭治郎（ハッ。血の匂いが濃くなった。そういえば、あの灰のような匂いがしなかった。まさか……頸を斬ったのに！）

Tanjiro (Ha. Chino nioiga koku-natta. So-ieba, ano haino-yona nioiga shina-katta. Masaka……kubio kitta-noni!)

Tanjiro (The scent of blood just got stronger! Come to think of it, it didn’t give off the smell of ash. Don’t tell me… Even though I chopped off his head?)

累「僕に勝ったと思ったの？可哀想に。哀れな妄想して幸せだった？僕は自分の糸で頸を斬ったんだよ。お前に頸を斬られるより先に」

Rui “Bokuni kattato omottano? Kawaisoni. Awarena moso shite shiawase datta? Bokuwa jibunno itode kubio kittan-dayo. Omaeni kubio kirareru-yori sakini.”

Rui “You thought you’d defeated me? Poor kid. Did your pathetic delusion bring you joy? I cut off my head myself with my own threads…before you could chop it off.”

累「もういい。お前も妹も殺してやる。こんなに腹が立ったのは久しぶりだよ」

Rui “Mo ii. Omaemo imotomo koroshite-yaru. Konnani haraga tatta-nowa hisashi-buri-dayo.”

Rui “Enough. I’ll kill both you and your sister. I haven’t been this enraged in a long time.”

炭治郎（立て!! 早く立て!! 呼吸を整えろ、急げ、早く!!）

Tanjiro (Tate!! Hayaku tate!! Kokyuo totono-ero, isoge, hayaku!!)

Tanjiro (Get up! Get up right now! Get your breathing under control! Hurry! Right now!)

累「そもそも何でお前は燃えてないのかな。僕と僕の糸だけ燃えたよね。妹の力なのか知らな��が、苛々させてくれてありがとう。何の未練もなくお前たちを刻めるよ」

Rui “Somo-somo nande omaewa moete-naino-kana. Bokuto bokuno ito-dake moeta-yone. Imotono chikara nanoka shira-naiga, ira-ira sasete kurete arigato. Nanno mirenmo naku omae-tachio kiza-meru-yo.”

Rui “But I wonder why you’re not burning up. It was only me and my threads that caught fire, right? I don’t know if it’s your sister’s power, but thanks for getting me super-annoyed. Now I can carve you up with no regrets.”

炭治郎（正しい呼吸なら、どんなに疲弊していても関係ない）

Tanjiro (Tadashii kokyu-nara, donnani hihei shite-itemo kankei nai.)

Tanjiro (If you use the correct breathing technique, it makes no difference how exhausted you are!)

累「血鬼術・殺目篭（あやめかご）」

Rui “Kekki-Jutsu, Aya-Me-Kago.”

Rui “Blood Demon Art… Murderous Eye Basket!!”

炭治郎（焦るな！息を乱すな！落ち着け!! 落ち着けば……腕が上がらない!!）

Tanjiro (Aseruna! Ikio midasuna! Ochi-tsuke!! Ochi-tsukeba……Udega agara-nai!!)

Tanjiro (Don’t panic! Don’t let it disrupt your breathing! Calm down… if you can calm down! I can’t raise…my arm!)

炭治郎（誰か来た……善逸か？）

Tanjiro (Dareka kita……Zen’itsuka?)

Tanjiro (Somebody’s here. Is it Zenitsu?)

冨岡義勇「俺が来るまで、よく堪(こら)えた。後は任せろ」

Tomioka Giyu “Orega kuru-made yoku koraeta. Atowa makasero.”

Giyu Tomioka “You did a good job holding out until I got here. Leave the rest to me.”

炭治郎（はぁ…）

Tanjiro (Haa…)

累「次から次に!! 僕の邪魔ばかりする屑共め。血鬼術・刻糸輪転（こくしりんてん）」

Rui “Tsugi-kara tsugi-ni!! Bokuno jama bakari suru kuzu-domo-me. Kekki-Jutsu, Kokushi-Rinten.”

Rui “You’re like an endless stream…of lowlifes always getting in my way! Blood Demon Art… Cutting Thread Rotation!”

義勇「全集中！水の呼吸・拾壱ノ型。凪（なぎ）」

Giyu “Zen-Shuchu! Mizuno Kokyu, Ju-ichi-no Kata. Nagi.”

Giyu “Total Concentration… Water Breathing… Eleventh Form… Dead Calm.”

炭治郎「拾壱ノ型？」

Tanjiro “Ju-ichi-no Kata?”

Tanjiro “Eleventh Form?”

累「拾壱ノ型が何だって言うんだ！」

Rui “Ju-ichi-no Kataga nandatte iunda!”

Rui “Who cares about you’re your Eleventh Form?”

累「何？」（何だ？何をした？奴の間合いに入った途端、糸がばらけた。一本も届かなかったのか？最硬度の糸を…斬られた？）

Rui “Nani?” (Nanda? Nanio shita? Yatsuno maaini haitta totan, itoga baraketa. Ipponmo todoka-nakatta-noka? Sai-kodono ito’o…kirareta?)

Rui “What?” (What’s going on? What did he do? The instant I got up in his face, the threads scattered. Not one of them reached him? The toughest threads of all got slashed?)

累「そんなはずはない！もう一度…」

Rui “Sonna hazuwa nai! Mo-ichido…”

Rui “That’s impossible! One more time!”

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姉蜘蛛（しくじった…しくじった！私だけは今までしくじったことなかったのに。この、家族ごっこを……!!）

Ane-Gumo (Shikujitta… Shikujitta! Watashi-dakewa ima-made shikujitta koto nakatta-noni. Kono, kazoku-gokko’o……!!)

Big Sister Spider Demon (I messed up! I messed up! And I was the only one who never messed up until now in this ‘Pretend Family’ game!)

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鬼殺隊員「やっと追い詰めたぜ」

Kisatsu-Taiin “Yatto oitsumetaze.”

Demon Slayer “We finally drove her into a corner!”

鬼殺隊員「おい！あれ」

Kisatsu-Taiin “Oi! Are.”

Demon Slayer “Hey, look at that.”

鬼殺隊員「ああ？」

Kisatsu-Taiin “Aa?”

鬼殺隊員「鬼か？」

Kisatsu-Taiin “Onika?”

Demon Slayer “A demon?”

鬼殺隊員「子供だな。しかし見た目が子供だろうと鬼には変わらん。見逃せば人を喰う」

Kisatsu-Taiin “Kodomo dana. Shikashi mitamega kodomo daroto oni-niwa kawaran. Minogaseba hito’o kuu.”

Demon Slayer “It’s just a kid. But even if it looks like a kid, it’s still a demon! If we let it go, it’ll devour humans!”

累「ねえ…ねえ、助けてほしい？」

Rui “Nee… Nee, tasukete hoshii?”

Rui “Hey…Hey… You want me save you?”

姉蜘蛛「えっ？」

Ane-Gumo “E?”

累「その代わり僕の頼みを聞いてくれる？」

Rui “Sono kawari bokuno tanomi’o kiite kureru?”

Rui “In return, will you do what I ask?”

姉蜘蛛「何でもする！言うとおりにするから助けて！」

Ane-Gumo “Nan-demo suru! Iu-toorini suru-kara tasukete!”

Big Sister Spider Demon “I’ll do anything! I’ll do whatever you want, so please save me!”

累「じゃあ、僕の家族になってよ」

Rui “Jaa, bokuno kazokuni natteyo.”

Rui “Then, become a part of my family.”

姉蜘蛛「なる！なるよ！」

Ane-Gumo “Naru! Naruyo!”

Big Sister Spider Demon “I will! I’ll do it!”

鬼殺隊員「何の話をしているんだ？さあ、覚悟しろ！」

Kisatsu-Taiin “Nanno hanashio shite-irunda? Saa, kakugo shiro!”

Demon Slayer “What are they talking about? All right, it’s over for you!”

姉蜘蛛「あ……あっ」

Ane-Gumo “A……A.”

累「ようこそ。今日から君も…僕の家族だ」

Rui “Yokoso. Kyo-kara kimimo…bokuno kazokuda.”

Rui “Welcome. Starting today, you’re part of my family, too.”

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女蜘蛛「飲んで。私たち家族の能力は、全部、累のもの。みんな弱い鬼だったから、累の力を分けてもらったの。累はあの方のお気に入りだ���ら、こういうことも特別に許されているのよ」

Onna-Gumo “Nonde. Watashi-tachi kazokuno noryokuwa, zenbu, Ruino mono. Minna yowai oni datta-kara, Ruino chikara’o wakete morattano. Ruiwa ano katano okini’iri-dakara, ko-iu kotomo tokubetsuni yuru-sarete-iru-noyo.”

Female Spider Demon “Drink this. Our family’s power belongs to Rui. Since we were all weak demons, Rui shared his power with us. Because Rui is one of that person’s favorites, he gets special permission to do this kind of thing.”

姉蜘蛛「うっ！あ、ああ…」

Ane-Gumo “U! A, Aa…”

累「感じるかい？もう鬼狩りなんかを怖がることはないんだ。さて、仕上げをしようね」

Rui “Kanjiru-kai? Mo oni-gari nanka’o kowa-garu kotowa nainda. Sate, shiage’o shiyone.”

Rui “Do you feel it? You don’t have to fear those demon hunters anymore. Now then, time for the finishing touches.”

姉蜘蛛「うわあああ！」

Ane-Gumo “Uwaaaa!”

累「さあ、面(おもて)をお上げ。おめでとう。これで本当の家族だ」

Rui “Saa, omote’o oage. Omedeto. Korede hontono kazokuda.”

Rui “All right, you can look up now. Congratulations. You’re truly part of the family now.”

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女蜘蛛「ただのままごとよ」

Onna-Gumo “Tadano mamagotoyo.”

Female Spider Demon “We’re only playing house.”

姉蜘蛛「えっ？」

Ane-Gumo “E?”

Big Sister Spider Demon “What?”

女蜘蛛「血の繋がりなんかない、寄せ集めの家族だもの」

Onna-Gumo “Chino tsunagari nanka nai, yose-atsumeno kazoku damono.”

Female Spider Demon “We have no blood ties. We’re just a clan of assorted strangers.”

母蜘蛛「ごめんなさい！ちゃんとします、累。練習します。許して！ごめんなさい、上手にできなくて。時々戻ってしまうんです。ああっ！あっ、あ…う…ああ…」

Haha-Gumo “Gomen-nasai! Chanto shimasu, Rui. Renshu-shimasu. Yurushite! Gomen-nasai, jozuni deki-nakute. Toki-doki modotte-shimaun-desu. Aa! A, a…u…aa…”

Mother Spider Demon “I’m so sorry! I’ll do better, Rui! I’ll practice! Forgive me! I’m so sorry I couldn’t do it well! It’s just that I revert by accident sometimes!”

累「言い訳はいいよ、母さん。ちゃんと母さんをやって」

Rui “Iiwakewa iiyo, Kaasan. Chanto kaasan’o yatte.”

Rui “I don’t want to hear your excuses, Mother. Play the role of mother like you should.”

母蜘蛛「わかってるわ、累」

Haha-Gumo “Wakatteruwa, Rui.”

Mother Spider Demon “I know what I must do, Rui.”

女蜘蛛「みんな鬼狩りが怖くて、仲間が欲しかっただけ。何もこんな意味不明の家族ごっこがしたかったわけじゃないのに。累の要求や命令に従わない者は、切り刻まれたり、知能を奪われたり、吊るされて日光に当てられる。もうたくさんよ」

Onna-Gumo “Minna oni-gariga kowakute, nakamaga hoshi-katta-dake. Nanimo konna imi-fumeino kazoku-gokkoga shita-katta wakeja nai-noni. Ruino yokyuya meireini shitagawa-nai monowa, kiri-kiza-mare-tari, chino’o uba-ware-tari, tsuru-sarete nikkoni ate-rareru. Mo takusan’yo.”

Female Spider Demon “We were all so scared of the demon hunters and just wanted companions. It’s not like we wanted to take part in this baffling ‘Pretend Family’ game. But those who fail to go along with Rui’s demands and orders get carved up or have their intellect taken from them or get strung up, exposed to the sunlight. I’ve had enough of this.”

姉蜘蛛「聞かなかったことにするわ、私…」

Ane-Gumo “Kika-nakatta-kotoni suruwa, watashi…”

Big Sister Spider Demon “I’m going to pretend I never heard you say that―”

女蜘蛛「あなた、馬鹿じゃないでしょう？他のみんなと違ってね。一緒に逃げましょう。あなただから言ってるのよ。あなただけは、本当の妹のように思っているわ」

Onna-Gumo “Anata, bakaja nai desho? Hokano minnato chigattene. Isshoni nige-masho. Anata-dakara itteru-noyo. Anata-dakewa, hontono imotono-yoni omotte-iruwa.”

Female Spider Demon “I know you’re not a fool. Unlike all the others. Let’s run away together. I wouldn’t say this to anyone but you. You’re the one person I truly think of as my younger sister.”

女蜘蛛「明日、累があの方に呼ばれて山を下りるの。その隙に逃げられるわ」

Onna-Gumo “Ashita, Ruiga ano katani yobarete yamao oriruno. Sono Sukini nige-rareruwa.”

Female Spider Demon “Tomorrow, Rui is going to be summoned by that person and descend the mountain. That’s our chance to escape.”

女蜘蛛「ああ……」

Onna-Gumo “Aa……”

累「残念だね」

Rui “Zan’nen dane.”

Rui “How disappointing.”

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姉蜘蛛（あいつらは馬鹿だけど、私は違う。それなのに…しくじった）

Ane-Gumo (Aitsu-rawa baka dakedo, watashiwa chigau. Sore-nanoni…shikujitta.)

Big Sister Spider Demon (They were all fools, but I’m not like them! Even so, I messed up!)

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姉蜘蛛「累…累!! 母さんがやられた。多分、兄さんも…。どうするの？鬼狩りがそこまで来てる。ねえ…逃げた方がいいんじゃない？やめて…きゃあ！ああ…」

Ane-Gumo “Rui…Rui!! Kaasanga yarareta. Tabun Niisanmo… Do suruno? Oni-gariga soko-made kiteru. Nee… Nigeta-hoga iinja nai? Yamete…Kyaa! Aa…”

Big Sister Spider Demon “Rui! Rui! Mother’s been killed! And our elder brother, too! What should we do? The demon hunters aren’t far behind. Listen… Sh-Shouldn’t we make a run for it? Don’t…”

累「知ってるよね。顔が元に戻るのは、僕、嫌いなんだ」

Rui “Shitteru-yone. Kaoga motoni modoru-nowa, boku, kirai nanda.”

Rui “You know, don’t you? I really hate it when your face reverts.”

炭治郎「ハッ」

Tanjiro “Ha.”

累「何見てるの？見せ物じゃないんだけど」

Rui “Nani miteruno? Misemonoja nain-dakedo.”

Rui “What are you looking at? This isn’t some show, you know.”

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姉蜘蛛（顔を斬られただけで済んだのは、まだマシだった）

Ane-Gumo (Kao’o kirareta-dakede sunda-nowa, mada mashi datta.)

Big Sister Spider Demon (I only got my face slashed, so I got off easy!)

村田「…鬼!! ヒィィ！何？ぐっ…」

Murata “…Oni!! Hiii! Nani? Gu…”

Murata “A demon! What the…”

姉蜘蛛「無駄よ、斬れやしない。あたしの糸束はね、柔らかいけど硬いのよ」

Ane-Gumo “Mudayo, kireya shinai. Atashino ito-taba-wane, yawarakai-kedo katai-noyo.”

Big Sister Spider Demon “It’s futile. You’ll never cut through them. You see, my Ball of Yarn may feel soft, but it’s extremely hard.”

村田「なああ～！」

Murata “Naaaaa!”

Murata “Whaaa…”

姉蜘蛛「まず溶解液が邪魔な服を溶かす。それからアンタの番よ。すぐどろどろになって、あたしの食事になる」

Ane-Gumo “Mazu yokai-ekiga jamana fukuo tokasu. Sorekara antano ban’yo. Sugu doro-doroni natte, atashino shokujini naru.”

Big Sister Spider Demon “First, the solvent will melt those clothes out of the way. And then, it’ll be your turn. You’ll be reduced to mush in no time, and then I’ll feed on you.”

胡蝶しのぶ「わぁ、凄いですね。手の平から糸を出しているんですか？」

Kocho Shinobu “Waa, sugoi desune. Teno-hira-kara ito’o dashite-irun-desuka?”

Shinobu Kocho “How amazing! Do you release those threads from the palms of your hands?”

しのぶ「こんばんは。今日は月が綺麗ですね」

Shinobu “Konbanwa. Kyowa tsukiga kirei desune.”

Shinobu “Good evening. The moon is quite lovely tonight, don’t you think?”

姉蜘蛛「ハッ……うっ……ううっ…」

Ane-Gumo “Ha……U……Uu…”

しのぶ「私と仲良くするつもりはないみたいですね」

Shinobu “Watashito naka-yoku suru tsumoriwa nai mitai desune.”

Shinobu “I can see you have no intention of being my friend.”

姉蜘蛛「まっ…ま…待って!! お願い!! 私は無理矢理従わされてるの!! 逆らったらバラバラに刻まれる!!」

Ane-Gumo “Ma…Ma…Matte!! Onegai!! Watashiwa muri-yari shitagawa-sare-teruno!! Saka-rattara bara-barani kiza-mareru!!”

Big Sister Spider Demon “W-W-Wait! I beg of you! I’m being forced to do this! If I defy him, I’ll be slashed to shreds!”

しのぶ「ああ…そうなんですか。それは痛ましい。助けてあげます。仲良くしましょう」

Shinobu “Aa…So nan-desuka. Sorewa itamashii. Tasukete age-masu. Naka-yoku shimasho.”

Shinobu “Is that right? That does sound tragic! I’ll spare you! Let’s be friends!”

姉蜘蛛「た、助けてくれるの？」

Ane-Gumo “Ta, Tasukete kureruno?”

Big Sister Spider Demon “Y-You’re going to spare me?”

しのぶ「はい。でも、仲良くするためには、いくつか聞くことがあります」

Shinobu “Hai. Demo, naka-yoku suru-tame-niwa, ikutsuka kiku-kotoga ari-masu.”

Shinobu “Yes! But in order for us to be friends, I must ask you a few questions.”

姉蜘蛛「あっ…」

Ane-Gumo “A…”

しのぶ「可愛いお嬢さん、あなたは何人殺しましたか？」

Shinobu “Kawaii Ojosan, anatawa nan-nin koroshi-mashitaka?”

Shinobu “Sweet young girl, how many people have you killed?”

姉蜘蛛「……五人。……でも命令されて、仕方なかったのよ」

Ane-Gumo “……Go-nin. ……Demo meirei sarete, shikata nakatta-noyo.”

Big Sister Spider Demon “Five. But I was ordered to! I had no choice!”

しのぶ「嘘は吐(つ)かなくて大丈夫ですよ。わかってますから。さっきうちの隊員を繭にした術さばき、見事でした。八十人は喰っていますよね？」

Shinobu “Usowa tsuka-nakute daijobu desuyo. Wakatte-masu-kara. Sakki uchino Taiin’o mayuni shita jutsu-sabaki, migoto deshita. Hachiju-ninwa kutte imasu-yone?”

Shinobu “There’s no need to lie about it. Because I already know. That spell you cast to turn one of our men into a cocoon was most impressive! You’ve devoured at least eighty humans, haven’t you?”

姉蜘蛛「……喰ってないわ、そんなに。殺したのは五人よ」

Ane-Gumo “……Kutte-naiwa, sonnani. Koroshita-nowa go-nin’yo.”

Big Sister Spider Demon “No, of course I haven’t eaten that many. I only killed those five.”

しのぶ「私は西の方から来ましたよ。お嬢さん、西です。山の西側では、大量に繭がぶら下がっているのを見て来ました。中に捕らわれた人々は液状に溶けて全滅。その場所だけでも、繭玉は十四個ありました。十四人、死んでるんです」

Shinobu “Watashiwa nishino-hokara kima-shitayo. Ojosan, nishi desu. Yamano nishi-gawa-dewa, tairyoni mayuga bura-sagatte-iru-no’o mite-kimashita. Nakani tora-wareta hito-bitowa eki-joni tokete zen-metsu. Sono basho-dake-demo, mayu-damawa ju-yon-ko ari-mashita. Ju-yo-nin, shin-derun-desu.”

Shinobu “But I came here from the west, you know. The west, my dear. On the west side of the mountain, I saw hordes of cocoons hanging from the trees. The human captives inside had been liquefied. All massacred. In that spot alone, I counted at least fourteen cocoons. Fourteen humans. All dead.”

しのぶ「私は怒っているのではないですよ。確認しているだけ。正確な数を」

Shinobu “Watashiwa okotte-iruno-dewa nai-desuyo. Kakunin shite-iru-dake. Seikakuna kazu’o.”

Shinobu “Oh, it’s not that I’m angry. I’m only trying to confirm the accurate toll.”

姉蜘蛛「……確認してどうすんのよ」

Ane-Gumo “……Kakunin shite do sun-noyo.”

Big Sister Spider Demon “What good will it do you to confirm that?”

しのぶ「お嬢さんは、正しく罰を受けて生まれ変わるのです」

Shinobu “Ojosanwa, tadashiku batsu’o ukete umare-kawaruno-desu.”

Shinobu “You’ll receive the penalty you deserve and be reborn!”

姉蜘蛛「罰？」

Ane-Gumo “Batsu?”

Big Sister Spider Demon “Penalty?”

しのぶ「そうすれば私たちは仲良くなれます。人の命を奪っておいて何の罰もないなら、殺された人が報われません」

Shinobu “So-sureba watashi-tachiwa naka-yoku nare-masu. Hitono inochi’o ubatte-oite nanno batsumo nai-nara, koro-sareta hitoga muku-ware-masen.”

Shinobu “That way, you and I can become friends. If you go unpunished after having taken all those lives, your victims will never get justice.”

姉蜘蛛「ううっ…」

Ane-Gumo “Uu…”

しのぶ「目玉をほじくり出したり、お腹を切って内臓を引き摺り出したり、人を殺した分だけ私がお嬢さんを拷問します。その痛み、苦しみを耐え抜いた時、あなたの罪は許される。一緒に頑張りましょう」

Shinobu “Medama’o hojikuri-dashi-tari, onaka’o kitte naizo’o hikizuri-dashi-tari, hito’o koro-shita bun-dake watashiga ojosan’o gomon shimasu. Sono itami, kurushimi’o tae-nuita-toki, anatano tsumiwa yuru-sareru. Isshoni ganbari-masho.”

Shinobu “I could gouge out your eyeballs or slash your stomach to rip out your organs. For every person you’ve killed, I shall torture you. And after you’ve suffered through all of the pain and agony, your sins will be forgiven. Let’s both give it our all!”

しのぶ「大丈夫！お嬢さんは鬼ですから死んだりしませんし、後遺症も残りません！」

Shinobu “Daijobu! Ojosanwa oni desu-kara shin-dari shimasen-shi, koishomo nokori-masen!”

Shinobu “Don’t worry! Since you’re a demon, my dear, surely it won’t kill you and neither will there be any after effects!”

姉蜘蛛「冗談じゃないわよ!! 死ね、クソ女!!」

Ane-Gumo “Jodanja nai-wayo!! Shine, Kuso-Onna!!”

Big Sister Spider Demon “Who do you think you’re kidding? Die! You damn witch!”

しのぶ「仲良くするのは無理なようですね。残念残念」

Shinobu “Naka-yoku suru-nowa murina-yodesune. Zan’nen, zan’nen.”

Shinobu “I can see that we’ll never be friends. Oh, what a pity!”

姉蜘蛛「あ……ハッ……あっ」

Ane-Gumo “A……Ha……A.”

しのぶ「虫の呼吸・蝶の舞。“戯れ”」

Shinobu “Mushino Kokyu, Chono Mai. ‘Tawamure’.”

Shinobu “Insect Breathing Butterfly Dance… Caprice.”

姉蜘蛛（あっ。頸は斬られていない。…あんな刀を？そうか、体が小さくて腕力がないから頸を斬れないんだわ。これなら勝てる…）

Ane-Gumo (A. Kubiwa kirarete-inai. …Anna katana’o? Soka, karadaga chiisakute wan-ryokuga nai-kara, kubio kire-nain-dawa. Kore-nara kateru…)

Big Sister Spider Demon (My head…hasn’t been cut off! That’s the sword she’s using? I see. She’s too tiny and has no arm strength, so beheading is beyond her. That’s someone I can defeat!)

姉蜘蛛「うっ。あ、ああ…ああっ、ああ…アアア…」

Ane-Gumo “U. A, aa…Aa, aa… Aaa…”

しのぶ「頸を斬られてないからって、安心したらいけませんよ。私のように、毒を使う剣士もいますからね」

Shinobu “Kubio kirarete-nai-karatte, anshin shitara ike-masen’yo. Watashino-yoni, doku’o tsukau kenshimo imasu-karane.”

Shinobu “You mustn’t think you’re safe just because you haven’t been beheaded. Because there are swordswomen like me who use poison.”

しのぶ「鬼殺隊・蟲柱、胡蝶しのぶ。私は柱の中で唯一、鬼の頸が斬れない剣士ですが、鬼を殺せる毒を作った、ちょっと凄い人なんですよ」

Shinobu “Kisatsu-Tai, Mushi-Bashira, Kocho Shinobu. Watashiwa Hashirano nakade yui-itsu, onino kubiga kire-nai kenshi desuga, oni’o koro-seru doku’o tsukutta, chotto sugoi hito nan-desuyo.”

Shinobu “Demon Slayer Corps, Insect Hashira, Shinobu Kocho. I may be the only swordswoman among the Hashiras unable to decapitate demons, but as I’ve created a poison lethal to demons, I’m also rather awesome.”

しのぶ「あはっ、失礼しました。死んでるからもう聞こえませんね。うっかりです」

Shinobu “Aha, shitsurei shima-shita. Shin-deru-kara mo kikoe-masenne. Ukkari desu.”

Shinobu “Oh! Pardon me! You’re dead, so you can’t hear me, can you? Careless of me!”

村田「うっ、うう……ゲホッ、がはっ…」

Murata “U, uu……Geho, gaha…”

しのぶ「大丈夫ですか？」

Shinobu “Daijobu desuka?”

Shinobu “Are you all right?”

村田「ええ、何とか…。鬼は、どうなりました？止めを刺さなくていいのですか？」

Murata “Ee, nantoka… Oniwa, do nari-mashita? Todome’o sasa-nakute iino-desuka?”

Murata “Just barely! What happened to the demon? Shouldn’t you finish it off?”

しのぶ「藤の花の毒で殺したんです。もう死んでいるので、あのまま腐ります。私は薬学に精通しているのですよ」

Shinobu “Fujino hanano dokude koro-shitan-desu. Mo shinde-iru-node, ano-mama kusari-masu. Watashiwa yaku-gakuni seitsu shite-iruno-desuyo.”

Shinobu “I killed her with wisteria poison. She’s already dead, so if we leave her, she’ll rot. I’m a pharmaceuticals expert!”

しのぶ「服が溶けただけで、体はほとんど無傷ですね。よかったです」

Shinobu “Fukuga toketa-dakede, karadawa hotondo mu-kizu desune. Yokatta desu.”

Shinobu “Your clothes did get dissolved, but your body is more or less unscathed! I’m so glad!”

村田「ヒッ！あああ…」

Murata “Hi! Aaa…”

しのぶ「さて、このお嬢さんを無理矢理従わせた鬼の居場所が気になるところ…冨岡さんに先を越されてしまいましたか」

Shinobu “Sate, kono ojosan’o muri-yari shitaga-waseta onino ibashoga kini naru tokoro… Tomioka-sanni sakio ko-sarete shimai-mashitaka.”

Shinobu “Now then, as for the whereabouts of the demon that forced this girl to do his bidding… Did Tomioka beat me to it, then?”

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炭治郎（禰豆子…禰豆子…）

Tanjiro (Nezuko…Nezuko…)

Tanjiro (Nezuko…Nezuko!)

累（殺す…殺す…あの兄妹は必ず…殺す。兄妹…）

Rui (Korosu…korosu… Ano kyodaiwa kanarazu…korosu. Kyodai…)

Rui (I’ll kill them! I’ll kill them! I’ll kill those siblings no matter what! Siblings!)

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母蜘蛛「累は、何がしたいの？家族ってどういうの？」

Haha-Gumo “Ruiwa, naniga shitaino? Kazokutte do-iuno?”

Mother Spider Demon “What is it that you want to do, Rui? What do you mean by ‘family’?”

累「わからない。僕には人間の頃の記憶がないから」

Rui “Wakara-nai. Boku-niwa ningen’no korono kiokuga nai-kara.”

Rui “I don’t know. Because I have no memories of when I was human.”

母蜘蛛「だから、私たちに家族のまねをさせたの？」

Haha-Gumo “Dakara, watashi-tachini kazokuno mane’o sasetano?”

Mother Spider Demon “Is that why you made us pretend to be your family?”

累「家族の絆に触れたら、記憶が戻ると思ったんだ。本物の家族の絆に…。……そうだ。俺は……」

Rui “Kazokuno kizuna’ni fure-tara, kiokuga modoruto omottanda. Honmono-no kazokuno kizunani…. ……Soda. Orewa……”

Rui “I thought that if I could feel a family bond, my memories would come back. The bond of a real family… That’s right. I…”

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炭治郎「禰豆子」

Tanjiro “Nezuko.”

Tanjiro “Nezuko!”

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大正コソコソ噂話　―Taisho Secret―

村田「すごいですね。鬼を殺す毒を作るなんて」

Murata “Sugoi desune. Onio korosu doku’o tsukuru-nante.”

Murata “You’re amazing, making poison to kill demons.”

しのぶ「私は薬学を学んでいるんです。ただ刀を振るうだけが、鬼殺隊士の在り方ではないのですよ」

Shinobu “Watashiwa yaku-gaku’o manande-irun-desu. Tada katana’o furuu-dakega, Kisatsu-Taishino arikata-dewa naino-desuyo.”

Shinobu “I’ve been studying pharmaceutics. Wielding a sword is not the only way to be a Demon Slayer.”

村田「な、なるほど」

Murata “Na, Naruhodo.”

Murata “I-I see.”

しのぶ「それでは、大正コソコソ噂話。毒は鞘の中で調合していて、その仕組みは私と担当の刀鍛冶さんしか知らないんですよ」

Shibobu “Sore-dewa, Taisho koso-koso uwasa-banashi. Dokuwa sayano nakade chogo shite-ite, sono shikumiwa watashito, tantono katana-kaji-san shika shiranain-desuyo.”

Shinobu “And now, it’s time for a Taisho secret! I formulate my poison inside my scabbard, and no one knows how it’s done but myself and my swordsmith!”

村田「よし。俺も特別な刀で一気に昇進を」

Murata “Yoshi. Oremo tokubetsuna katanade ikkini shoshin’o.”

Murata “All right. I’ll be promoted with a special sword at once.”

しのぶ「まずは隊服を溶かされないような実力を身につけるべきだと思います」

Shinobu “Mazuwa tai-fuku’o toka-sare-nai-yona jitsuryoku’o mini tsukeru beki-dato omoi-masu.”

Shinobu “First of all, you need to acquire the skills to not let your uniform dissolved, I think.”

村田「アハ、何て毒のある言い方を…」

Murata “Aha, nante dokuno aru iikata’o…”

Murata “Oh, what a toxic way of speaking…”

しのぶ「次回、第二十一話『隊律違反』。志が高いのは良いことです。頑張りましょう！」

Shinobu “Jikai, dai niju-wa, ‘Tairitsu-Ihan’. Kokorozashiga takai-nowa yoi koto desu. Ganbari-masho!”

Shinobu “Next, Episode 21, ‘Against Corps Rules’. It’s good to have high aspirations. Let’s do our best!”

*Orange-colored sentences are my translation, since I couldn’t find real ones in You Tube.

（Continue to episode 21）

[nkn0va]

Orie, Wagner, and Mitsuru with an s/o that randomly picks them up?

We live for high class women being flustered when they're shown affection.

-Straight up, Orie is just the type that looks extremely liftable, especially in casual attire. Something you catch onto very quickly.

-You do have the decency to at least not do it out in public most of the time, but occasionally you just can't help yourself, like the first time you ended up doing so.

-She'd managed to finally get a day off between Licht Kreis duties and school, inviting you for a night out on the town to explore and do whatever. She was still relatively new to Kanzakai so this was the best possible opportunity to learn about everything that was around.

-You'd been out for quite a long time and it was obvious you had much more stamina then her, she was looking quite drained despite all the fun you'd had. So you got the brilliant idea of picking her up bridal style out of nowhere.

-Her face immediately turns crimson as she asks you what in the world are you doing, and only gets even more embarrassed as you say you're carrying her back to her place since you can't let the lady be tired. She hides her face in your chest the entire way through and prays that nobody recognizes her.

-As much as she'll deny it, she definitely wouldn't mind if you did this again. Just...not in front of her friends. Especially Kaguya, she's showing no mercy to the poor girl.

-Honestly, you started doing this as a joke more than anything. The way Wagner carried herself was like a high and mighty princess so you only thought it was appropriate to treat her as such.

-As she was playfully gloating about herself you then suddenly lifted her up off the ground, causing a strong, immediate reaction out of her.

-She immediately makes her startled annoyance very known, loudly reprimanding you and asking what the hell you think you're doing. That's about what you expected, but being lucky enough to have become her S/O, you know you're not in any actual danger.

-She won't really do anything really as long as you don't do this in public. For the love of god, do not do this when other people can see.

-It becomes...acceptable over time as you do it more. She at least does recognize the fact that you do it out of affection and admiration for her which is a flattering thought.

-She'll probably still act like a complete tsundere about it but she'll never make any actual moves to stop you, secretly reveling in the attention she gets from you.

-Mitsuru is normally a very professional, put-together woman. The way she holds herself brings about both admiration and intimidation depending on the situation. However you have the rare privilege of being able to see this facade drop when she doesn't need it.

-You wanted to test the waters so to speak on what would happen when you were more direct with your affection, and what was more direct than picking someone up bridal style.

-She initially threatens to execute you, though it seems more reflexive than an actual serious threat. You knew better obviously, but you put her down for now.

-This was doing nothing to stop you from doing this in the future of course, much to her chagrin. Doubly so if the rest of S.E.E.S happened to see you do this. She's at a loss for words as the panic sets in.

-If you want the best reactions, do it away from prying eyes. Her face will turn almost as red as her hair before she eventually settles into it, embracing your warmth and presence with a sigh of content. She feels safe with you, more than with anyone else.

[mortalfaerie]

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆

"𝙄𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙣𝙙? 𝙄𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜?"

Aemond Targaryen x Fanon!Cassandra Baratheon

Word count: 2.7k

Story synopsis: Cassandra Baratheon, the eldest daughter of the lord of Storm's End remained heiress of her house from her birth in 111 AC, until the birth of her brother when she was twenty years of age. Little is known of her life, save for that she was a proposed bride for the one-eyed prince, and the unfortunate fate she met with after the dance. In this story, the author imagines a better tale for the storm princess.

The last stand of House Durrandon is a story oft repeated among the scholars of Westeros' history - the last Storm King, being a prideful warrior to his heart, refused to surrender Storm's End without a battle. Orys Baratheon met him with the full strength of Aegon's land army, and slew the Storm King himself. Sensing their imminent defeat, the army of the Stormlands turned their cloaks and delivered the dead king's only heir, his daughter, naked and bound to the victorious general.

Orys Baratheon, having been raised at Aegon's own table, proved a man of honor. He ordered she be unchained and wrapped her modesty with his own cloak, seating beside his fire. Perhaps this action was a sign of things to come, for in no more than a few month's time, Orys Baratheon wrapped her again in his cloak in the sight of Seven, taking her to wife.

The seat of the last Storm King came into Orys Baratheon's possession, and in honor of his bride he took on house Durrandon's sigil and words: the stag rampant, and "Ours is the Fury."

It was a tale that Cassandra Baratheon heard often in her youth, most frequently seated on the ground before her grandsire as he rocked and told her the stories of his house. House Baratheon was young among the Houses Paramount of Westeros, having only been created by Aegon a century before her birth - but the role they had played in the history of the seven kingdoms was crucial. Many times the blood of Baratheons had mingled with Targaryen, the Princess Rhaenys herself the daughter of Jocelyn Baratheon. Though her hair had turned silver with age, the lord of Storm's End, uncle to the Princess, recalled with pride when a babe with hair as dark and rich as the night had been placed in the arms of Good Queen Alysanne - who called her before the court, "Our little queen to be."

Boremund Baratheon, the aged lord of Storm's End and grandsire to Cassandra had borne only one son by his late wife, Ser Borros who would succeed him. Since then, Storm's End had lacked a male heir to speak of, as Borros' wife Elena had brought for girl after girl for years - and as the eldest and heir apparent to her father, Cassandra reached her eighth name day, she was summoned by her grandsire to attend him in his study.

Cassandra - called Cass by her sisters who couldn't yet pronounce her grand name - was small, already outpaced in height by her immediate sibling. However, her wit was quick beyond her years, a trait that Boremund Baratheon looked on with pride. He often summoned her in the afternoons when poor weather prevented the hunt or the hearing of petitions, where he teach her small lessons on the running of a keep, the matters of law, and the history of their house.

As she was let into his study, she bobbed a casual bow to her Grandsire and awaited his word.

"Cassandra, little doe," he called fondly, gesturing for her to sit on the rug before him at the fire. She did so, and watched as the old man studied her and nodded.

"Your nameday is fast approaching, granddaughter." he smiled, pride evident in his voice. "Remind me how old you shall be?" he teased slightly.

Cassandra huffed, and replied, "Eight. I shall be eight years of age."

"Of course, I jest," he grandsire guffawed, and continued. "There is something I would like to ask of you as it approaches, little one. It would be a big and important task fit for a big girl such as you," he said.

Cassandra nodded, wondering what it could be.

"I would like to appoint you as my cupbearer," he announced. "You shall attend me when I hear petitions and ride out to exact the King's Justice."

Cassandra furrowed her brow. "Is that not a job for a boy, Grandsire?"

Boremund extended a hand to lift the small girl onto his knee, and sighed mightily with the effort - his age was beginning to show more and more each day. "You are right, it is generally so," he conceded, but added, "But I find the boys proposed to me to be entirely unsuitable, especially when I have such a clever granddaughter to select instead."

He spoke the last part conspiratorially, eliciting a giggle from the girl.

"It will also serve to teach you the ways and responsibilities of the Lord of Storm’s End.” He added, sounding mealocholic.

Cassandra craned her face to look at the older man. “Why must I learn them?” She asked, though in truth, she had begun to suspect this would happen.

“Well, little doe, I am an old man.” He squeezed her arm, continuing, “If the Gods be good, I will live for years yet to see you grow older. But, I am not a fool - I know I have lived more years than my mother and father both now, and should the Stranger come to find me or your father before you are of age, I wish for Storm’s End to fall into ready hands.”

“But,” Cassandra asked, hesitant, “I am a girl. Only boys inherit.”

“I have but one child, your father. By him, I have been blessed with four healthy and strong granddaughters.” he acknowledged. “Perhaps, fate will see that I shall have no grandsons. If they do, I wish you to follow your father to the Storm throne.”

A chill went down Cassandra’s spine.

“I have spoken to the king, and he has given his assent that in the absence of a son borne to Ser Borros Baratheon, his eldest daughter shall inherit.” the older man gestured to his desk where a missive was unrolled. “When you wed, you will become a part of your husband’s house - but upon the inheritance of Storm’s End, you shall retain your maiden name and your eldest son will be given the name Baratheon.”

Cassandra blinked, unsure what to say. At last, she whispered, “Thank you.”

Boremund Baratheon grunted in reply, setting her back on the ground. “Now, it falls to me to ensure your education is fitting of the heir of our house.”

For her eighth nameday, Cassandra was presented with three gifts from her grandsire: a black pony to begin her riding education, a fine cloak of black dyed deerskin, embroidered with gold thread showing the stag of her house - and a silver dagger set with a yellow stone, sheathed in a leather pouch.

The message was clear to all in attendance as she was given the gifts, and confirmed when her grandfather spoke. “Tomorrow, you shall ride out with your father and me to witness the King’s Justice. You shall don your cloak with our sigil, and wear your dagger on your hip.”

Lady Elena, Cassandra’s mother, blanched at the statement but held her tongue with concerted effort. Later, she overheard her mother and father arguing in their parlour.

“An execution is no place for a young girl!” her mother hissed, keeping her voice to an enraged stage whisper.

Her father sighed exasperatedly, and replied, “You will find no objection with me, wife, but my father has ordered it so. He is the lord of these lands, not I.”

“Is this his punishment, that I have not given him a grandson to inherit? He will steal away the innocence of our daughter?” she laughed humorlessly.

“Elena - a son will come in time. And when he does, Cassandra will resume her duties as a young lady. We need only wait.” Her father assured her.

Privately, Cassandra felt a degree of indignation at his words - she enjoyed the pride her grandsire had in her - she liked being important in his eyes. She didn’t want to be supplanted by a brother.

The next morning, Cassandra was woken at dawn. The maids dressed her in boy’s trousers and riding boots beneath a dress of simple black, and draped her new cloak over it. With her hair braided over her shoulder and head held high, she looked like the heir of Storm’s End not just in name, but in deed.

Not yet able to ride her pony, she rode pillion behind a knight who helped her from the saddle when they reached the field where a wood block stained brown had been set on the grass. In the treeline, two knights held a man in chains. Cassandra tried to muster as much dignity as she could and not cower at the sight of the blood which already stained the man’s shirt.

Her grandsire came to stand beside her and spoke in a low voice. “The blood isn’t his. He has committed the crime of murder.”

Cassandra shuddered. “Who did he kill?” she asked.

“A septon. He killed him a pilfered the sept’s coffers. The king’s justice demands that for such a crime, he must die.” he replied. A knight approached Boremund, and offered him a battle axe - the very same one with which Orys Baratheon had slain the last Storm King. He took it, and nodded for the knights to bring the convicted man forward.

Cassandra and her father remained where they stood by the horses, her father resting a protective hand on her shoulder. In silence, they watched the proceedings.

“Erryk Black, you have been convicted of the crime of murder. By the laws of King Viserys, first of his name, lord of the seven kingdoms, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, and protector of the realm, you are commanded to die. As Lord Paramount of the Stormlands, it falls to me to see the King’s justice is carried out. Have you any last words before your death?” Her grandfather thundered.

“Yes,” the man rasped, and spit on the ground before him. “I’d do it again.”

Broemund Baratheon grimaced and nodded the knights to force the man to his knees, his head on the block.

“Turn away,” Cassandra’s father ordered, but Cassandra remained fixed where she stood. She watched, almost disbelieving and transfixed as her grandsire raised the heirloom battle axe and brought it down on the man’s neck, blood spurting from the stump created when his head fell to the ground before the block.

Her breath trapped in her throat, she dragged her eyes from the gore to her grandsire - there was blood on his gloves, his tunic, and specks of it in his white beard.

Later, still shocked at the events of the morning, she was summoned to take tea with her grandsire. Sullen and quiet, she stirred her cup as her grandfather spoke at last.

“You did well. The first death you are witness to is always most difficult.”

Cassandra looked up, searching his face.

“The first I saw was also an execution. I was younger than you are now when my father put me before him in the saddle and rode out with me to the field.” the old man recollected, taking a sip of his tea. “It is not custom among all lords to carry out the justice themselves, but one my father learned from Alaric Stark. He told me when I was a boy that the Lord of Winterfell told him, ‘the hand that passes the sentence should swing the sword.’ And so, when I came into my inheritance, I took that wisdom to heart.”

“I do not expect you to swing the axe, Cassandra. For one, it’s a beastly heavy thing,” he jested, earning a slight smile from his granddaughter. He continued, “And perhaps, that is a man’s job. But if you become the Lady of Storm’s End one day, you should not take the matter of justice lightly. When you see the sentence for yourself, you understand the severity of it.”

“I did not blink,” Cassandra admitted, looking pensively into her cup.

“Good,” her grandsire nodded. “When you are met with death firsthand - with evil, with desperation - do not be the one to blink.” he advised.

Boremund Baratheon died of winter fever in Cassandra’s eleventh year, making his bannermen swear their loyalty to his son and granddaughter fro his deathbed.

When he drew his final breath, he still had no grandson.

[alleksistrash]

The Stone On The Wall

Chapter 13 of (?)

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Bombur and Bofur returned with platters of soup, and surprised everyone with two loaves of bread as well. The chairs in the tent had been formed into a circle of sorts, surrounding the cots. They ate merrily together, jokes and laughter bouncing around the tent. Bofur and Gloin had sat themselves on either side of Bilbo’s cot, telling Bilbo of what they had learned around the camp. Gloin was ecstatic, going on about how his family would be joining them in Erebor once spring arrived. Bilbo was content to just listen, nodding his head and humming in agreement. He laughed as Bofur told jokes and stories that he had probably already heard a thousand times, his heart warm with affection. 

Across the tent, Fili and Kili were talking in low voices with Ori and Tauriel. The princes were trying to come up with a plan to get Bilbo and Thorin alone, and knew they would need help. They had gotten tired of the longing glances and tip-toeing that had been going on since Carrock, and were convinced the pair just needed a final shove and time to themselves to get everything sorted. “Are you sure we should be doing this?” Ori asked again, “What if we’re wrong, and everything backfires into our faces?” He looked tentatively between their faces, hoping for one of them to realize that this wasn’t as good an idea as they thought.

“Nonsense, Ori! You didn’t see them today, Bilbo practically almost jumped onto Uncle Thorin!” Kili laughed, before wincing as Fili cuffed the back of his head.

“Not too loud, idiot! Or do you want the whole camp to hear you?” Fili turned to face Ori, “He does have a point though, they were all but undressing each other with their eyes before Oin barged in, and it was quite nauseating to watch. Now, what have you got written down?”

The plan sounded simple enough. Oin had warily given in to Fili and Kili starting to walk around camp, with them arguing that it wouldn’t do any good to stay cooped up and not stretch their legs. They would wait until Tauriel and Bilbo returned from their morning walk, let Oin check over Bilbo and then both ask to go on their walk together with Tauriel and Oin. They knew that Oin wouldn’t let them walk too far from the healing tent, but were hopeful they would be able to drag on the walk long enough to give the pair time to start a proper conversation. They were unable to decide if they should loudly announce their return from their walk before barging back into the tent, or try to sneak in and watch. Tauriel suggested that they should talk loudly while still far from the tent, so that the pair would have more time to, as she said, ‘fix themselves if need be.’ This caused Fili and Kili to have a loud fit of laughter, while Ori blushed a deep scarlet at the implications.

They hadn’t noticed heads turning to look at them until Dori spoke, “I hope you two are not torturing my poor brother over there. I do know where you sleep at night, as does Nori.” He looked at them over his bowl of soup, sipping slowly. They both shot a glance at Nori, who had been carefully watching them with a smirk. He had scooted his chair closer to them while they were scheming, making them uneasy as they realized he had probably heard everything. They smiled bashfully, Kili sputtering a response to Dori, “No, not at all! Just, er, telling him, y’know, stuff!” This caused Tauriel to laugh in earnest, which eased the tension that had begun to slowly build in the tent. Everyone had grown to be protective over Ori and Bilbo over the journey, seeing as how Ori was the youngest and Bilbo was arguably the softest. They had shown they were capable enough to hold their own multiple times of course, but it would be awhile before the others eased up.

Everyone returned to their conversations, sleep starting to set in as they finished their meal. The dwarves began to leave, one by one or in pairs. Bilbo watched as his friends left, upset that the night was ending but grateful to go back to sleep. He hoped that they would all start eating together again more frequently, or at least in larger groups. He hadn’t realized how much he had been missing them until finally Oin and Tauriel left, bidding them a good night’s sleep. The oil lamp sitting on the table between Fili and Kili had been blown out already, and they were both on their sides facing each other as they talked in hushed voices. He had a feeling they were up to something, but didn’t have the energy to bother with it at the moment. He turned his head to look at Thorin, who had begun to settle himself down to sleep. He waited until the dwarf turned to look at him before motioning to the lamp sitting between them. Thorin nodded his head, a silent conversation between them as they bid each other goodnight. Bilbo leaned over his cot to blow out the lamp, and then moved to curl back up under his furs. He found himself drifting to sleep easily, his head clearer and his heart lighter than they had been in days.

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