#Say hi to Chiku

[elementclangen]

Moon 154-Leaf-bare

Leaf-bare illness has hit.  Chiku (88) has gotten whitecough, Creekpaw (8) has gotten greencough, and Featherpaw (10) has gotten yellowcough.  Oof.  Creekpaw is tempted to heal herself with her dark-cursed powers, but Caterpillarmallow (104) tells her not to.  It’s dangerous.  Creekpaw sighs, but relents.  For now.  If she starts feeling much worse, it can’t hurt that much to help herself, can it?  In other medical news, Yuccastar (133) is getting older and Caterpillarmallow is worried that she’s pushing herself too hard.  They bristle and snap at their Healer.  She knows what she can handle!  Caterpillarmallow is starting to feel old herself and has taken to sparring with Featherpaw to sharpen her skills.  She needs to be able to fight high powered cats, and Featherpaw needs to practice fighting, even though she’s sick.  It’s good for both of them.  While Featherpaw’s training is going well, Frostheart (57) is a little frustrated with training Rabbitpaw (10).  The young cat doesn’t want to follow her orders!  Something to do with having a ‘strong moral code’ which apparently, Frostheart doesn’t have.  Pigeonspot (23) wasn’t this contrary!  But during a patrol, she notices that Rabbitpaw is acting off.  She asks her what is wrong, and Rabbitpaw explains that she doesn’t feel like she’s doing good enough, even though she’s really trying.  Frostheart feels a surge of sympathy for the young cat, who grew up in a Clan without parents, and curls around her.  She purrs softly and tells her a story of her own apprentice days, and her own mistakes.  Frostheart promises that nobody but Rabbitpaw will remember her mistakes.  Wildcave (37) continues to buck Peakspots’ (123) advice.  He knows how to be deputy!  He might even be leader one day.  He doesn’t need the old deputy trying to school him.  It’s past his time.  His sister, Conegoat (37), is enjoying that Cypressbadger (20) keeps coming to the healer's den to check on her sick apprentice.  She has very pretty eyes. . .and Conegoat isn’t the only Healer with romance brewing.  Gladepatch (30) has taken to admiring Sleepyfoot (20) from afar. Well, as far as he can get when they both work in the same den. While on patrol, Gladepatch comes across a StarClan visitor.  It’s Yellowcreek!  He tucks his paws under him and listens to the advice his father has to give him about parenting a dark-cursed cat.

Meta: This moon, Moorleg died while she was lost. RIP Moorleg.

[auxiliarydetective]

To all the people making One Piece OCs after the Live Action, I love all of you and I have some important info for you!

I'm here as a seasoned manga/anime fan to give you some tips and resources on names and devil fruits that live action only fans probably don't know, so stick around! :)

Edit: I now have an entire blog dedicated to spoiler-free One Piece resources @onepiece-oc-archives so if this post helped you, maybe you'll find more there!

Keep in mind that these are things to make your OC fit into canon, which I think is pretty important, but not a must. Making OCs is about having fun, after all. If my tone seems a little pointed, take it in the light of my hyperfixation and personal opinion. These are all offers and ideas, not requirements.

There are 8-ish paragraphs in this post and I'm just gonna give you a quick outline so you can find everything more easily:

Names (Please read this, this is about a "mistake" I see lots of people making!)

The D. in Luffy's name

Devil Fruit Names

The Uniqueness of Devil Fruits (REALLY important, please read this)

What if my Devil Fruit is taken? (Follow-up to 4.)

Creature-related Devil Fruits

Devil Fruit Fun Facts (little details that could spice up your OC)

Final message/What if my question isn't in this post?

First of all, I've seen some people seemingly confused about the naming schemes of the characters. One Piece names work with the Japanese naming scheme, so the family name comes first! Roronoa Zoro means Zoro is the guy's first name and Roronoa is his last/family name. I think you can see it best with Monkey D. Luffy and SPOILER FOR LATER EPISODES Monkey D. Garp. They have the same family name, that being "Monkey D.". No, there are no exceptions and I'm begging you to keep that in mind for your OCs as well. Not all characters have a first and last name, in fact most of them don’t, by the way, and names can sound like Greek philosophers or Disney sidekicks or whatever else you want a name to be, so feel free to get creative

Sort of halfway adding to that though I've seen nobody doing it: The D. "D" stands for "Don’t give it to a character unless you know what it means". So, before you name your character "Original D. Character", look up the D. You can still do it, it might even be really awesome, just look it up, but only look it up if you're willing to take spoilers. Otherwise, you can always add the D. later.

Second topic of this post: Devil Fruits! I highly recommend you think about the Japanese name of your fruit, simply because it's fun! Eichiiro Oda, the creator of One Piece, loves naming his devil fruits after puns or onomatopoeia (meaning things like "moo moo" in English, but Japanese has a lot more and a lot cooler ones). For example, Buggy's fruit, the Chop Chop Fruit, which is called Bara Bara no Mi in Japanese. Barabara is Japanese onomatopoeia for something coming apart. To avoid spoilers, I'm gonna use my own original fruit as the second example: It’s the Sew Sew Fruit, or Chiku Chiku no Mi, chikuchiku being the sound of a needle piercing through fabric. As you can see, the onomatopoeia or pun usually doesn't carry over to the English name, which is why I suggest the Japanese. Just for funsies. If you want something like that for your fruit, here are some resources I found:

https://www.tofugu.com/japanese/japanese-onomatopoeia/ (<- ordered by theme, makes things easy to find)

https://gist.github.com/UserUnknownFactor/093a2296c5a4d9ef7b404728ebde94a3 (<- ordered by alphabet, things are harder to find but as a LOT more stuff; maybe read the first link first so you know where to look)

Another thing about devil fruits which they kinda touched on in the show but never clearly stated: Every devil fruit power only exists once in the whole world. So much for what the live action said. But what they didn’t say is that the person currently possessing the power has to die for the fruit to reform and another person to eat it. What that means for you is: Your OCs cannot have powers that are already in use by canon characters. Of course, to figure out if your fruit of choice is taken, you'd have to do research and risk spoilers. BUT if you don't wanna do that, just ask me. I'll either be able to tell you straight away or do the research for you problem solved!

What do I do if my devil fruit is taken?

You get creative. The exact same power may not exist twice, but there are variants like ice and snow, fire and lava, kilo and ton... Taking my own fruit as an example again, the power of stitching things together was already taken, so I widened the spectrum of my devil fruit to be generally sewing-themed. Canonically, the only real limit to what devil fruits can exist is a person's imagination, so you have explicit permission to go wild.

And finally, one last thing about devil fruits: You don’t have to limit yourself to typical "powers". There is a whole category of devil fruits that lets the user transform themselves into a living being, usually an animal. This includes mythological creatures! So, once again, go wild! They work a little differently than other devil fruits, but the basics are: You have your fully human form, your hybrid form and your animal form. These types of devil fruits are named a little differently, going after a scheme of Animal Animal Fruit, Model: Subtype/Breed/etc. Yes, there can probably be a Dog Dog Fruit for every type of domestic dog breed. Yes, you can make a cat girl. As an example for what you can do with these types of devil fruits that goes more in the whacky direction, one of my manga OCs has the Kami Kami no Mi, Model: Shikigami. Seriously, go wild. This is the fandom for it.

As sort of an extra fun fact while we're on the topic of devil fruits: Devil Fruits have the potential to alter a person's appearance when they eat it. It doesn't always happen, but it can. For example, there's a devil fruit that freezes your aging as a side effect and one that makes you lose any excess weight when you eat it. This also sometimes happens with the animal types. Maybe that’s something you can use for your OC. Also, clothes usually transform with the user when they use their powers, but not always. So, use whatever version you want for your OC.

And one final message: I love all the new fans coming in and I love seeing what you create! If you ever have any questions or need help fitting something you came up with into the OP universe or something, feel free to send me a message or, if you're too shy to do that, hop into my ask box on anon - or without anon. Or if you just wanna ramble to someone about your OCs or literally anything else, you can also just come to me. I'd love to hear from you!

Also, one more thing, if you think there's something missing here that I should touch on, tell me and I'll add it in a reblog or make a new post. This post is already long enough XD I've been thinking about making this a thing on my blog, not just for One Piece, where I just generally give resources and spare people the often spoiler-riddled or tedious research

[hum-suffer]

Grihlakshmi 2

(part 1 here)

Lakshay notices how silent Vini is instantly.

She finishes breakfast with quips that are so practised that she doesn't even have to think about them and smirks when they talk about her— like she usually does. It's nothing out of ordinary and yet Lakshay knows that she's disturbed. Anyone would be, really. She doesn't normally give a fuck about what anyone says but Lakshay knows her.

He knows that she's more afraid of men than she's afraid of carnivorous animals. He knows that she's instantly scared when she's in the vincity of a man she doesn't know. He has her live location on his phone always and so does Savitri— because she doesn't trust transportation. She never falls asleep at new places if one of them isn't around her and she has a can of homemade pepper spray and a ridiculously expensive safety keychain.

So, he makes obnoxiously loud noises as he nears her after breakfast— Harsh's absolutely not subtle look engraved in his mind. She turns to look at him, walking lesuirely down the hallway. She slows her pace to let him catch up to her and his heart skips at the simple and obvious gesture.

"Thik, Chaudhary ji?" She asks with a smile. She suddenly looks tired and she realises she already has a fucked up sleep schedule because of her internship and add the travel to that— she mustn't have gotten any decent sleep in the last week.

He purses his lips. He's still furious enough that if that idiot had been in front of Lakshay as he said that, Dev Tyagi would not be walking on his own two legs. He's furious enough, that if they lived in the same city, Dev Tyagi would have to leave the city overnight.

He'd even kept quiet on insults over Rachit, as his friend had told him to let it go, but Medha? His Vini? His Grihlakshmi?

Any insult to her is not allowed, not even accidentally.

He pulls himself out of those thoughts as he feels the concerned tapping of Medha's fingers on his wrist. He smiles at her,"Ji hum toh aap ke sath aate hi thik ho jate hai."

Medha chuckles and he pulls her fingers from his wrist to interwine their hands. He holds their hands loosely for a moment and when she doesn't flinch or show any signs of discomfort, he tightens his grip. He's pleasantly surprised when she squeezes their hands back.

"I'll be alright, Lakshay." She says softly as they enter the gardens behind the hotel. It has a ridiculous range of flowers— including hibiscus, roses, and all the other ones that he doesn't recognise. He follows her obediently as she leads them to a swing, hidden under the branches of what looks like a chiku tree.

She settles down first and he sits, trying to maintain some sort of comfort inducing distance between them, but hypocritically doesn't leave her hand. To his surprise, she shifts a bit closer. They're not touching by any means other than their hands, but he doesn't have to extend his arm to sit comfortably with their hands between them.

It feels surreal— holding her hand. She probably doesn't realise what gifts she's giving him. The feel of her hand in his, her silver ring clicking against his gold band and her old watch reflecting his kalawa. He doesn't think he will ever get over the deliciously rough texture on her palm, especially the one area where she must have used ittar— it's rougher than the rest of her palm.

"I will be fine, Laksh," she whispers softly. "That boy doesn't mean shit. I'm just baffled right now. I'm insulted, but his actions do not have any consequences in my life. He doesn't matter."

Lakshay nods jerkily and agrees,"No, he doesn't. You do. You matter. Let us get back home and I'll see to the end of this spat."

Medha smiles and shifts again, closer. She's spoiling him with so much skinship, he knows. He will crave of her presence as soon as she shifts far. But he basks in her presence. He forces himself to not overreact when she rests her temple against the ball of his shoulder. The contact is minimal, but it's enough to drive him mad.

He could live like this for the rest of his life.

"I trust you," she says, as if the moment wasn't already perfect. Now, it's beyond perfect. He looks at her, trying to completely engrave and carve the feeling as well as the scene in front of his eyes.

He takes a bit more liberty, squeezes their hands and pulls them on his thigh. He doesn't know how to show her just how much he appreciates the words. Lakshay's never been all that great at articulating his feelings and Medha makes it even harder to speak— because he's always so busy feeling every moment with her.

Medha smiles like she knows what he meant to do. Her smile is something of a sight to behold, and Lakshay thinks he understands what the poets and lyricists mean when they talk about worshipping one's love.

Lakshay would do absolutely anything for any scrap of attention he may get from Medhasvini, and he's absolutely unashamed of the fact.

It's time to show it to the world.

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He vlogs for the time it takes Vini and Savitri to get ready— he's a fast person to get ready and the rest of them had already been up and about by breakfast.

"Dekho baat ab ye ho rakhi hai," he says sounding casual even as he's serious,"Ki na, baat ab mere dosto pe bohot badh gayi hai. Usne kal bola, main kuch nahi bola. Thik hai bhai, haq tha uska, jali thi uski. Mujhse hatt ke vo Rachit ke piche gaya aur maine kuch nahi bola. But baad mein, vo Vini ke piche pada." He gives a cool smile to the camera. "Ye acceptable nahi hai. Toh beta, samay hai. Ye vlog upload ho ne ke do ghante ke andar Medhasvini, Rachit, Samrat bhai, sabse maafi mang lo. Varna pitaji apni pe aa gaye na, na tumhari personal life rahegi aur na online life. Tameez pe vapas aa jao. Tumko tumhare Mata pita acche sanskar dena bhul gaye ho toh vo Kami hum Puri kar denge. Kya samjhe?"

Vini enters the room just as he's stopped speaking and he almost stops breathing. She looks utterly gorgeous. She's wearing the kurti that he got her two weeks ago and he'd been SO right— the powder pink suited her beautifully. The blue dupatta perfectly matches the designs on the hem of the otherwise plain kurti, and the bangles she's wearing in her right hand are a perfect mix of blue and pink. He thanks his stars again, as he sees her blush and smile. God knows he never deserves someone as good as her, even as a friend.

Harsh takes the phone from his hand and Lakshay barely notices it as he stands and Vini walks towards him with a grin, singing,"Kya dekhte ho?"

"Surat tumhari," he sings back, voice horribly out of tune. But it seems to please her. He raises his hand,"Close your eyes for a moment, Vini."

And it's a testament to the trust that she has for him that she doesn't even question him beyond an eyebrow raise but closes her eyes. Carefully, he swipes his finger at the corner of her right eye, checks, and puts the extra kohl behind her ear, his fingers brushing against her jhumka.

The blush on her cheeks is reward enough for the way his heart is beating out of his chest.

"Tujhe nazar lag jayegi kabhi," he says, voice almost weak.

She looks down, smiles in that way she does when she's shy and trying not to smile too hard.

Lakshay feels like he's accomplished everything good in his life.

"Chalein?" Savitri says and he startles. He didn't even hear her enter the room.

He knows for a fact that almost all of his friends will tease him about this— Akshit, bless him, will just ogle from the sidelines.

But he doesn't mind the endless teasing, not when Vini slips her hand in crook of his elbow as they walk towards the lift.

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Savitri, Samrat bhai and Vini are absolute nightmares to bring at flea markets. Savitri will like something and bargain for half an hour to get it at a 5% discount. Samrat Bhai will buy the most 'I am a Middle Aged Man without Aesthetics for home decor but wish for all Aesthetics accumulated into one' kind of things and Medha, as much as he loves her, will waste her time ogling every pretty and minimalist piece of jewelry that she sees but won't buy anything unless pestered.

Rachit, Akshit, Harsh and Lakshay trail behind them, planning Lakshay's upcoming stand up show and vlogging.

"Main soch raha, year end me ek international trip karte hai. Kya khyal hai bhaiyo?" Harsh asks, appearing honestly invested in the idea,"Vaise bhi bohot time se kahi bahar nahi gaye, we'll have some fun."

Lakshay is about to answer in affirmative when Medha calls for him. Rachit gives him a shit eating grin and elbows him in the ribs, singing that IPL tune,"Come on, bulava aaya hai!"

Lakshay can't control his blush and chuckle as he walks over to Medha, who's standing at another shop of jewelry and looking over bangles. She points distractedly at a set of silver coloured metal bangles bangles and another set of oxidised bangles. "Which ones?" She asks,"Your choice is better than mine."

Lakshay is inclined to agree— he chose her to be his friend, excellent fucking choice, best one of his life. And she chose him to be her friend and really, what's a girl like that doing with a guy like him?

He knows she likes bangles, bought her a whole set of them on her birthday recently and he also knows that she has neither oxidised nor silver bangles. He doesn't really care much for the looks of the bangles but he knows she doesn't like oxidised ones as much. She doesn't like the hype created and thinks it gives a look that isn't as polished. But these bangles are smoother and they have little jhumars in them that must make noise as she'd wear them.

Distantly, he's aware of Harsh pulling his leg while he takes so much time to decide his preference for bangles and hears Savitri joke about burning a hole into the bangles but his eyes are fixed on Medha as she tries to try on a earring that is shaped in a butterfly way and must be impossible to put on without mirrors.

"Why don't you even have mirrors here, bhai ji?" She mutters to herself, too polite to say such a thing to the shop owner.

Lakshay smiles,"Main madad kar du?"

"Please."

He stands behind her, and pulls her braid away from that side of her neck to create room and checks that it is indeed a hoop type of closing before he gently slips the earring in her lobe. She hisses and he mutters a quick apology almost absentmindedly and locks the earring in place.

Medha checks the reflection of the earring in her phone's blank screen and makes a weird sound that is somehow extremely adorable. She makes the sound when she's way too happy to contain herself.

"It looks really pretty, I'm going to be obsessed with this. I'm buying this." She mutters to herself, opening the camera on her phone to again see the way it actually looks. Lakshay sees the absolutely besotted look he's wearing as he stands behind her and before he can correct it, Medha clicks a picture.

"I hope that picture is blurry!" He says in petty retaliation.

Medha pinches his forearm lightly. "Bangles?"

"Silver ones."

Lakshay keeps the butterfly earrings aside after he helps her remove them. The shopkeeper grabs the bangles and forwards his hand, asking Medha's hand to let him slide the bangles up her hand.

Normally, Lakshay doesn't interfere in anything Medha does, but the way she cows towards him and her shoulder brushes against his chest and he feels the tremor down her back— he splays his hand over the small of her back and smiles at the shopkeeper,"Aap rehn diyo, bhaiya ji, main kar deta hu na. Aap ye earrings pack kar do."

The man nods back with a smile and moves aside. Lakshay looks quizzically at Medha, because he knows she's capable of doing it herself and he won't control her decisions. She removes her watch from her wrist and forwards her hand towards him.

Lakshay doesn't think he can ever feel as content as he does in this moment, holding her wrist lightly as he helps her wear the bangles.

He wiggles his eyebrows in question and she smiles shaking her head sideways in a pleased manner.

He catches the shop owner give them both a smile as Lakshay strong arms Medha into letting him pay for the earrings and bangles.

"Let me spoil you," he says as they regroup with their friends, taking the plastic bag from her hand,"Main agar tujhe khush nahi rakhunga toh kya hi karunga?"

"Sath chala kar tu bas, main khush ho jaungi," she replies and Lakshay wonders if it'd be too much to call her the reason for his existence.

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"Tujhe meri bandi bola tha na," he says when the camera is back in his hand and Medha is walking beside him, recording Samrat bhai push Akshit on a swing.

Medha hums, her trepidation clear, but she trusts him to take the conversation to a better place.

"Toh tujhe aise hi treat karta hu jaise ladkiyo ko karna chahiye, hai na?"

The idea is horrible and he will murder Savitri for letting him even think that it was a good idea. Maybe he can just apologise ASAP and cut off this part of the vlog, it was so insensitive of him—

Medha shifts until she's plastered to his side and it is certainly NOT helping him think straight anymore. Her lips curl in a sly smile,"Kya matalab ki tu wait kar Raha hai ki teri khubsurat bandi ko tera hi koi dost pata ke le jaye?"

The smile on her face is infectious and he has a harder time than strictly necessary to control his own laughter at the ridiculous idea. The boys will cut and bleed for her— she's their best friend, mother, sister, everything but a lover. And Savitri will probably kill Lakshay himself if it makes Medha happy, not that Lakshay would protest.

But he plays along,"No, no, I cannot have that. Who will market me like a Mercedes if another boy takes you away from me, because of course you don't have an opinion of your own."

He wraps his arm loosely around Medha's waist as he turns to his friends. "Nazar bhi nahi aani chahiye meri bandi pe. Uski life me koi mard nahi hona chahiye, main idhar se leke Jaa Raha hu usko."

He sniffs and adopts an arrogant look on his face. Harsh is barely stopping himself from laughing but nods,"Sure, sure. I'm here just to have her value as your beautiful girlfriend, why would we care about anything but wanting women?"

Medha snorts and hides her face in his shoulder as she laughs. It's a habit she's had for years, she hides her face when she laughs. It's just that right now, her hands are full with the bags that hold some or the other things.

He realises how remiss he's been.

Lakshay takes the bag in her right hand. She resists a little bit he looks lazily at her, his hand still holding the handles of the bag. She knows that he's stubborn. She rolls her eyes as she releases the bag.

Samrat Bhai nears them with raised eyebrows, Lakshay is never touchy with anyone but Medha, yes, but even this contact is way too much for them.

Deciding to fuck with him, because he hadn't been hearing them, Lakshay grins at him,"Bhai main aur meri bandi jaa rahe hai Naya Ghaat. Aap sab apna apna dekh lo, main isko aadmiyo ke sath nahi rehne dene wala."

Samrat Bhai sputters with wide eyes and looks between them, blinking owlishly. "Aayein?"

Medha, an equal menace, says,"Chalo ji bye!"

"How dare you speak without my permission?" Lakshay says, giving her a half smile. He can't control hai goddamn smiles around her.

"Oops," she says unapologetically,"Please don't dump me for another girl."

And all Lakshay can think is; leaving her in any capacity will make his life bleak. It will make him shrivel and it will make him older than he is, it will make him just stop enjoying a lot of things.

He would probably let her get away with murder, he thinks hysterically as he says farewell to the rest of their friends on autopilot.

Medha giggles when they're walking away, eyes crinkled and cheeks red. "I think this is the best fun I'm gonna have in the year."

Yes, he thinks in a daze, he will absolutely hide the body and give a false testimony, should she need it.

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@roseberrylight (tagging you because you're the reason i wrote more hehe. I hope you like it!)

[cthulhubert]

Some more random translation from Japanese thoughts:

Read a few volumes of Frieren: Beyond Journey's End, or in Japanese, Sousou no Frieren. I love looking up the meanings of words in other languages, seeing how they cut up the world in different ways than English. Japanese is especially interesting because it feels like all the kanji lead to a lot of words that are so specific they feel like jargon. "no Frieren" unambiguously glosses as "Frieren's"; but 葬送? "Attending a funeral procession; seeing off the deceased; burial of someone's remains; observing a burial."

Even if we had a word that meant close to the same thing, not sure a translator would've used it. Really upfronts the bittesweet and gloomy aspects of the series, compared to the title in English, huh?

A friend's playing the latest remaster of Final Fantasy VI, and we were talking about the differences between the Woolsey (SNES) and Slattery (GBA, Pixel) translations. While Woolsey made some great choices (especially in Chrono Trigger), he apparently also made quite a number of unambiguous errors, and Slattery kept most of Woolsey's more famous fun lines.

Here's Mato (professional Japanese localizer, been a fan of his blog for forever) on the differences: Legends of Localization.

But we talked about one change he thought was definitely worse:

Slattery has Kefta spamming every arbitrary negative word in English he can think of, but in the original text, Kefka is saying "Chikushou" over and over until he can only say "chiku" repeatedly; it's clear that he's having a meltdown. Not a time for verbosity.

Chikushou is one of the first ten Japanese curse words I learned, but the explanation of what it meant was so unclear I barely recalled it. "Damn it" is JDIC's first choice gloss, and it's probably a good one because it turns out the etymology is religious (ish: Buddhist), and just like how people say "damn" without actually intending to invoke the righteous wrath of God, a Japanese person just says it because they are annoyed. But it was originally an insult towards a person, saying they have been or deserve to be reborn into the Animal Domain, that is, they are lower than a real human, that they are brutish and ruled only by their desires. (This is right after you smack Kefka one, so you can see why he goes there.)

I ended up thinking about the choice of "esper" for the summoned creatures in VI. It's a great word, and I always thought it was very evocative of some kind of magical creature. Maybe just because I played Final Fantasy VI III at a formative age, or maybe because it sounds like vesper or whisper. It's actually from Extra Sensory Perception. Japanese loves its acronyms so "ESP-er" becomes "esper" becomes anybody with psychic powers. But despite that being common lingo, the magic creatures in FFVI were called 幻獣 ("genju", 'phantom beasts'), as they are in every iteration of the series (except VIII which uses GF).

While I was looking around on the final fantasy wiki, I noticed that the word translated as "magitek" is actually not that at all. It was actually "魔導", "mado". I've been chuuni, so I recognized "魔" ("ma", 'magic') off the bat, though not "導", It was interesting that it looks and sounds so similar to "道"; "do" is path or way, it's the kanji they use for the tao, and you might recognize it from "judo" and "kendo". 導 basically means conduct or guidance.

魔 on its own actually means something more like "evil spirit" than "magic", you add 法 (principles/law/system) to get "mahou", which is a very good match for "witchcraft". And 魔道 is in fact "the path of evil". The main reason I mention it is because like chikushou, it has a connection to Japanese Buddhism, which uses "mado" to refer to a netherworld where evil spirits dwell. 魔導 then is something like "leading (evil) spirits", which is a good fit for what magitek does in the game; though it's also generally used for sorcery and black magic.

[50shadesofloveanddukh]

EVERYONE SAY HI TO CHIKU🥹🥰🩷

(Unfortunately mera puppy nahi hain😔🤌)

[lilac-5ky]

I was reading your "Takasugi is just like a butterfly" theory (excellent meta btw!) and now I am curious: do you like his actual manga!yukata design? as in which version do you like better? ofc Takasugi looks hot good in both lol--is just that I have never seen his actual manga design anywhere in fics or in fanarts (never even seen his manga panels colored T_T) but yeah the manga!yukata design is way more... complicated(?) so I can see why the anime decided to change it. what can I say, this man is a fashion icon 😭

omg I'm terribly sorry for getting to this so late! I've neglected my inbox a bit while working on my fanfic ideas, so this got buried in there T-T

Honestly, I love both equally and I can't speak in favor of the manga yukata since, like you stated, we haven't seen a colored version of it, BUT if we did, then perhaps that one would outshine his anime butterfly one. The design of his manga yukata is so intricate and the meaning behind it is well thought of! I've read this theory on aminoapp about its design and you can find it here if you'd like to read into it, but I'll quote some of the things mentioned regardless.

Manga!Shinsuke's yukata analysis!

Looking at Shinsuke's most iconic yukata, we can see the theme of nature in the form of sakura flowers, mountains, clouds, and trees.

Sakura blossoms are known for being ephemeral, an attribute shared with butterflies. Sorachi might have made his yukata have a simpler butterfly pattern for the anime so that it's easier to draw and anime, but the concept remains the same. Ephemeral beauty. Something that doesn't last long, unlike the impression it leaves behind. Therefore, sakura blossoms and butterflies are both perfect symbolisms for a man whose life, albeit strong, held an unparalleled beauty in its entirety.

On the other hand, mountains could be seen as the exact opposite of sakura blossoms and butterflies. Mountains are unmoving and unyielding. They remain even after all nature around them dies. This could indicate Shinsuke's unyielding focus to his goal, the memories and the comrades he never forsook, and his ideals. No matter what, mountains can be viewed as a symbol of strength, and Shinsuke surely is a very strong individual.

As for the clouds, in a way, they too symbolize impermanence and are also linked to the divine due to proximity, but personally, when I view the clouds in relation to Shinsuke, I think of his famous poem-like saying in the Rakuyo arc. Clouds bring rain, and we all know how Shinsuke's sick of seeing the rain. The rain to him is both something he can't escape and haunts him, as well as something he's initiated himself. The clouds are an omen of his struggles and the pain he's brought upon himself; the very pain he is tired of feeling.

To sum up, the pattern of his kimono shows his life's flow, his ambitions, and his struggles. It's a very intimate exposure of his inner world, and for a man who doesn't let others in, he sure likes to put all that he is on display.

Since we got into this, I want to include another similar yukata of his, and the meaning behind it.

They look very much alike I know, BUT this one has two notable elements: Peony flowers and Shochikubai.

Starting with the latter, Shochikubai is an expression for Sho, chiku, and bai, the japanese words for pine tree, bamboo, and plum (picture below for reference on what the basic design is supposed to look like). Shochikubai traditionally refers to the 3 friends of winter and it's associated with good fortune. To quote this article right here, Shochikubai is an allegory for weathering hard times through various attributes of each element. A pine tree is tenacious and rooted deep enough to hold. Bamboo can bend in the breeze without breaking, while plum trees are the first to blossom in winter like a promise of hope.

It's hard to properly discern them in this image, but the leaves definitely belong to the pine trees and the little flowers are a mix of sakura blossoms and plum blossoms. Anyway, tenacity is a trait that defines Shinsuke, and the hope that is carried through winter is similar to the hope for a miracle that carries him through his rebellion.

Lastly, the bigger flowers are peonies, a symbol of love and nobility that is mostly preferred by women. A lot of people say that Shinsuke went down this path because of revenge and hatred, but really, his love for Shinsuke and all that he held dear from his days back at Shoka Sonjuku drove him. Nobility is something that Shinsuke himself has forsaken and claims to have never had, but many times he's shown kindness towards others and done the righteous thing. They are both elements of his personality, albeit well hidden.

To conclude this unnecessarily LONG answer, the kimonos he wears in the manga have such deep symbolism that one cannot ignore. They are a small peek into who he is as a person and all he represents, and because of that, I'll have to give them an extra point over his iconic butterfly yukata. One thing's for sure, Shinsuke surely knows how to dress to impress and he might as well be the most fashionable character in the entirety of the show. Hopefully this wasn't a snoozefest for you, I just thought it'd be interesting to explain why I favor his manga yukata more and provide proper reasoning.

[katharsisbitch-blog]

The sun is yellow-red. Your Cat is very beautiful, I search for my cat: Luna. My man of dream is: Max.

He just don't wand that i speak English, and don't want this too. cause his English is also not so good as my. He have a beautiful dog: Chiku. This name is from: Japan. But I can't wait so say him, that he is my honey, my dear man. He lives in England. But he doesn't believe to that I can't read the soul of animals. And peoples of course. He speak not so good English, like me, I take some drugs, but I think he doesn't think like as #threads

We took our terminally ill cat to see a final sunset

We were told Max was had a few days at most left today. We aren't sure if he's going to have another night, so we wanted to make sure he got every bit of sun left today.

[basangtubig]

Chiw,

Hi! you might want to get some water. These thoughts that I wrote for the past few weeks and now dropping them.

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When we met there 3 things my life in order of priority. Career, Gaming, and You. nothing else matters.

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Sorry for the impulsive actions that I made causing other people to react. I can say my ass is calm as fuck now.

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I’m a problem solver in nature. Working on one makes me feel alive it’s either from work or games or worst, to you. You are not a problem.

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I miss your simplicity. I miss your cuteness, I miss your little Chiku-chiku things.

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I didn't cheat but I was traitor, I betrayed you.

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I thought I want you to not need me and want me instead but it was me that want that all this time.

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I have this wall built around me to protect myself to the one who could only hurt me, You. I regret not breaking that down.

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I want to confess to you everything without reservation, I already lost important part of myself what more to loose?

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The thing is, you were good for me but I'm not to you.

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I miss the cute little stupid things that you do and even though you know I have some money that I kept from you, you never took advantage for it. just a little :)

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When I was playing The Witcher 3 and the story is about father and daughter(adapted) I had a wild thought that the name Cirilla or Zirael is a nice name for a daughter. This month December Witcher 4 trailer got revealed and your boy was so excited and happy then I got teary eyes and started to breakdown because you we are not there anymore to tell you how good the trailer was and calling me out that I have been replaying to trailer for a hundred of times and another kick is you will not be there when I will play that game. You will not be there thinking I'm kinda cheating because I'm going to a in-game brothel and looking at you side-eye without your permission.

I didn't say a thing on the names because I know having a kid is not ideal for us and a very sensitive topic to play around the idea on but yeah if do, I meant that names as a strong suggestions.

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If given a chance to change anything, I will change how I reacted when the news broke. In James' classic fashion it would have been calm while doing those stupid shit preventing ruckus and headache I've cause to the people around me. But my thanks to all the people being patient and supported me during that time. It won't happen again.

I have this thought na ayaw mo makagawa ng kasalanan kasi I know how kind you are. I have this thought na you want me to take you by force, I felt that as a sliver of hope and chance but I'm afraid that, that is only me playing tricks on my head, looking for a positive in the sea of negatives. I was looking for a definite reason to believe in a hundred of doubts, I did compressed it down to minimum action without saying a word, with a little and small action from a single click of a button that will change our lives for the future.

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I was ultra de-cluttering today and stumble on some naughty and nice notes when we were together, found my old notes and I wrote on my notebook what is love on my definition. It says kissing, fucking, cooking you grilled cheese, and some shit. I didn't really know how to love but I know you are mine. Which represents my relationship to you. As time goes by, as I go turning pages the next chapter of my life that has changed or at least my perspective. Love is not the feeling I felt when you are around, fought for you, and lost you but it's a choice I made to feel these emotions to one single person. I'm willing to be hurt, feel loved, and some more emotions. These emotions could come and go, we can't really control them and sometimes controls us. But a choice is the one we can keep and stand on, choosing you is something I can die with.

I hope you forgive me and also myself someday sa lahat ng hurt feelings. I am really fucking sorry. I hope you felt the feelings and intentions I want to say in through these words. I was not good at crafting it but you fill the gaps. The only thing na mamayabang ko noon is my word, that shit was tainted even to myself. I'm trying to clean that mess up, even though the words written above are with emotions in it was true or at least true to me at the time of writing. You probably thinking “who the fuck is this guy?” hahaha I will understand if you did.

This probably the last open letter I would write, hopefully. I'm gonna do as you told, I will not wait for you, but like this open letter I will leave my door open and you have access on the back.

I’m free now.

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Happy holidays or new year. I have been doing better and this end of year festivities is not so bad. Lots of change happening in the apartment which is positively affecting my mentality, I am embracing that I will stay here for the next 2 years and needed to fix a lot. I was there again, calling out your name when I felt happy but its more subtle now and controlled this time around and I guess you would have enjoy what I have done in the apartment.

I was glad that your sister invited me for the new year, I know you will gonna be rattled by the idea and yes, it was all me placing the idea to your sister to invite me over. Do not get me wrong I would love to come and I really need to return some of your stuff you left here but yes, maybe that's for the better.

Cleaning up and de-cluttering was a painful activity aside from being tiring and expensive, it was a physical representation of moving forward without you and putting your memories to a box. I know you don’t want that but it’s decision needed to make to my baggage to rest. I know almost everything is caused by me why we here but I’m glad I don’t have social media to erase your memories too and disappoint the people close to us, again.

Lot of things changed. sometimes I'm not sure what version of my self is in but one thing for sure, my perspective is not the same. Some scary things before now could have been fun and exciting. I know I have been saying (in summary) the decision I made before between settling down with decent life you or myself with chaotic freedom. I’d like to think I am working on it for the better version, I know these are just empty words easy to throw out there but my mind is set to it. It has direction now, it wasn’t far but at least it has one and I thank you for it.

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If we ever meet again, don't be shy to say hi.

If we ever get together again, please be more patient with me, don't let me astray, if I do please be stray with me and remind this phase will just pass.

if we ever be together again, slap my face to reality that you are not a problem to solve and just go solve some software engineering problems instead.

If ever, let's get fucking binded in one way or another.

Have a good luck next year Chiw

[nakamopapina]

the voice for chiku died

Apologies in advance if this doesn’t make much sense…

Yeah, it was quite sad that it happened, I hope she crossed over peacefully…

Unfortunately, I only know about Samantha Weinstein from her role as Chiku, so I’m not sure what else I could say…

Other than she would definitely be missed.

She played Chiku so wonderfully, and just like Chris Wiggins, Paul Haddad, and Gordon Pinsent, in the Babar franchise. It is quite sad to lose another member of the cast, someone who played a character who had such an important role in Adventures of Badou.

The voice of a character who Badou holds close to his heart, as his childhood best friend.

[elementclangen]

Moon 207-Greenleaf

Safariaster (114) is taking a turn entertaining Rubblekit (3) and Lotuskit (3) by telling them stories of the Betrayal of the Ravens.  They’re fascinated and between the two of them they make a little whirl-wind of raven feathers. Primcrest (49)  has discovered that she does enjoy having kits in the Clan.  She sees Lotuskit and makes sure to say hi to her.  She does still miss Cragpaw, though.   Glowquake (43), being confined to the healer's den with an infection in his broken leg, is also entertaining the kits.  Lotuskit shows him how she can jump really high using a gust of wind.  And then steals a feather from Frecklestone (34).  She is not happy.  Since she was the one to bring Lotuskit back to camp. Cilantro (68) has found  herself quite attached to her.  She spends most of the afternoon describing the territory to Lotuskit and pretends not to notice when she sticks the feather she stole from Frecklestone to her face.  Meanwhile, Queenyspeckle (83) feels like Creekstar (61) doesn’t do anywhere near as much as she should.  He doesn’t want the position of leader, but he thinks that some other cat might do it better.  Maybe she should retire and let Primcrest take her place.  Some members of the Clan think that, since Queenyspeckle is star-blessed, he should be leader, including Xhosa (75), who feels more at home with the other former loners than she does with the other Clan cats.  She compliments Queenyspeckle and wants to befriend him.  Meanwhile, Creekstar is just glad that the Clan is finally growing instead of shrinking.  It’s nice to have kits playing again. Fry (114) has decided that, next moon, he’s ready to confess his feelings to Chiku (141).  Primcrest and Wildcave (90) are glad that he’s finally going to do it, but it makes him nervous. 

[auxiliarydetective]

*pokes head from ground like a prairie dog*

i see you have an opla oc as well…? tell me anything you wanna share abt Cora pls!!

Yessss, I do!!! My darling Cora~ There’s SO much I could say about her but I don't know your level of manga knowledge and I don't wanna spoil too much (please read her fic, I'm begging, it's not a long read), so... Have 10 mostly spoiler-free facts and fun facts!

1. Cora's full name is Akaito Coraline (pronounced Korahleen like in French for manga trivia reasons) and she comes from a long line of very famous tailors

2. Cora and Sanji were childhood friends and pretty much immediately become very close again when they reunite at Baratie. You really can't say who fell first and who fell harder, they are both down bad and being stupid about it. It's the same but also very different for Zoro and Cora, except they are being even more stupid about it. Like, I'm pretty sure they don't even know they're in love and it'll take years for them to act on it. And then we have Zoro and Sanji being Zoro and Sanji. Like, are you flirting or fighting? (Looking at you, plate scene...) These three, I swear...

3. Cora's main weapon is a rapier and she can use a large pair of scissors as a parrying dagger if necessary, but she prefers just not fighting at all or tricking her opponents. She's not too strong of a fighter, but I always like to say that, ignoring all personal relationships, if her and Zoro fought, the winner would probably be decided by luck within the first few seconds, simply because it's a rapier vs a katana. Either Cora stabs Zoro straight away and wins or Zoro slices Cora straight away and wins, since they both have no real way of dodging each other’s fighting style. Similarly, she could potentially beat Luffy in one stab because of her longer range. But if she has to go longer than a minute or so against either of them, she probably loses because they end up disarming her. Speaking of losing, she loses against Sanji. That's just it. If they even fought at all, he would probably dodge the first stab and the next second he kicks her rapier out of her hand. Then she'd have to try and strangle him with his necktie but that takes time and every second counts against Sanji, so... Yeah, she loses. I'd say she's probably rank 4 among the Straw Hats fighting-wise, quickly followed by Nami and then Usopp is just, well, poor Usopp. For now...

4. She does the crew's laundry because she doesn't trust anyone else with the laundry. Like, she took one look at those guys and went "nope, you’re not touching my clothes, nuh-uh". And she was right, the others have no clue what they're doing, except maybe Nami and Sanji, but Cora has very special fabrics and opinions, so... She does the laundry, no bickering necessary

5. Very much an Acts of Service kind of person in that her first instinct when she likes someone platonically or otherwise is to go "let me make some clothes for you OwO". If she sees one loose thread on your shirt or something, or a button threatening to fall off or a small hole or tear or anything, she's right there like "Want me to fix it for you??? Please, I love you."

6. Will wear heels anywhere anytime. If she can't wear heels, she'll go for platforms. Generally, it's fashion over function with her, even though she usually finds a way to combine the two. For example, all her skirts AND dresses have pockets and she tries her very hardest to also keep that rule in her designs. If it's not 100% snug to the body, it will have pockets. Otherwise, she'll make sure you get a matching bag/purse.

7. She definitely judges people by their fashion choices. If you're a villain and you're up against her, the first thing she'll do is insult your outfit and then turn your bad fashion choices against you by using your clothes as a weapon. Anything is a bad fashion choice when up against Cora and her devil fruit.

8. Speaking of devil fruits, hers is the Chiku Chiku no Mi or Sew Sew Fruit which allows her mastery over essentially all of the steps and items in the clothesmaking process. Not too practical for full-on battle because you can't concentrate on thin thread and complicated seams while fighting, but hella versatile in everyday life AND when fucking with people (take the double entdendre or leave it, I didn’t intend for it but... it's true-)

9. Traumatized as hell (I won't say from what, read the fic if you want a hint) but the Straw Hats are her emotional support idiots

10. Scared of touch but also chronically touch-starved. Once it settles into her brain that you are safe to touch and, most importantly, be touching her, she absolutely will become a cuddle bug. Remember how generally touchy the Straw Hats are with each other? She'll get there one day, give her maybe one more season or two

Aaand, to top it all off, have a bonus fun fact about her family name:

"Akaito" is derived from the Japanese "akai ito" which means "red thread" and refers to the red string of fate which binds lovers. Keep that in mind, it'll become important later in the story ;)

Thanks SO much for the ask! Feel free to hop in my ask box again anytime. I have many more things to share and I always love talking about my baby Cora

[tomas-adriah]

ok the more i think about it the more joe's character design is coded filipino.

- brown skin, thick hair

- he boxes (i know i know, its a borderline a stereotype but one of the most recent celebrities that helped bring a sense of filipino pride internationally was manny pacman so lik bro thats still important)

- literally comes from the slums (go anywhere in asia and and outside, and you'll have philippines poverty thrown to your face)

- his motorbike looks like its one step away from becoming a tricycle (one popular means of transportation in the philippine)

- the literal scrap heap of a gear (if theres one thing that filipinos are known for and are proud, is the fact that we can turn a scrap metal into something usable; we are proud of our ingenuity)

- should i also add that his clothes look like it came from the ukay ukay? and it looks bomb af if i do say so myself

its so interesting to see joe coded filipino, and then see, "wait a second" and see that joe can also be coded black, especially if i put my western lens on. and then the other day, i just learned about the relation of japanese hip hop with burakumin neighborhoods/dowa chiku and think, "joe can still be japanese" and the fact that this character is someone i can still relate to, while also still being coded japanese is something very fascinating to me, because it eliminates that whole "cultural barrier" and the notion that japan is a homogeneous country. its also just nice?? like we always get light-skinned protagonists, and if they are dark-skinned, they're coded differently, and/or they dont have their identities and their place in this world questioned constantly like joe does. and its so nice to have a safe place to explore identity that isnt so grim and negative, but pushes and motivates you to a future you choose to create. and that's refreshing to see.

now excuse me, while i watch megalobox again.

[coasamt]

Presenting you: a Fuze/Jäger fic. Inspired by @i-dug-this-grave's fanart. Check out their work here!

Also on AO3

The Gorka-4 Stays On

Language: English

Pairing: Shuhrat "Fuze" Kessikbayev/Marius "Jäger" Streicher

Words: 4,642

Summary: Fuze and Jäger need to thank Bandit for the brilliant idea.

NSFW; One Shot

Thank you for my lovey beta readers, @codename-alex and Chiku!

Enjoy!

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Another day with the same set of training and exercise that the Rainbow Team members had to go through—that was just the average routine in the Headquarters. Despite how the weather temperature is relatively hot, physical training is not something to be missed, especially when you’re a part of a special force; basking in the sun as you run for laps, rolling on the muddy ground and doing some climbing for the obstacle course. Then, what follows after is the target shooting practice—less exposed to the sun but not any easier than the PT.

For someone as active as Jäger, he sure enjoyed both sessions of training though he favored the PT more as it was a way for him to release the additional amount of energy that he has. It kept him away from boredom, so that’s a plus as well. Still, even energetic people need a rest and a good meal, and that’s clearly what the specialist was going to get.

Marius left the shooting range with a great contentment at heart—how could he not? He was granted the chance to watch the ‘Cryptic Shuhrat Kessikbayev’, or Fuze, whose part of his new identity is none other than Marius’s boyfriend. Sure, both him and Shuhrat had already been part of Rainbow for over 3 years, and the training is not something to be done individually, which means Marius has every opportunity to witness Fuze during training sessions. Somehow, observing the younger specialist has become his favorite thing to do ever since his curiosity regarding Fuze grew—Jäger wanted to know more about Shuhrat: his activities, his behavior, how he would react over something, you name it all.

Their relationship, however, has just begun roughly a month ago. It’s another story for another time, yes, but he knew for sure that by the time Fuze voiced his confession, Jäger had won something that he had yet to comprehend.

Fresh out of the shower, Marius, with his trademark helmet and mask along with a new set of his casual combat attire, headed straight towards the mess hall. The meal for today’s lunch was ready, but the specialist opted to just grab a small package of bagel and a chilled can of juice from the display refrigerator. He decided that he wasn’t so hungry anymore after chugging on a bottle of water right before he showered earlier. Marius’s steps then brought him to the rec room, not far away from the mess hall. He figured he could probably slouch himself on the couch and rest for a bit. Maybe he could also wait for Shuhrat and they could eat lunch together later on.

What he had planned eventually adjusted as he caught Bandit’s figure in sight, sitting on a chair with his back facing the doorway.

The latter – having heard someone coming into the room – slightly shifted from his initial position to greet the person none other than his teammate.

“Yo,” Bandit greeted, flashing a visible smirk as the fleece mask covering his face was pulled down. A glint of mirth reflected in his eyes as he continued, “Knew you’re going to head here, man.”

“What, your sense of ‘I miss Jäger’s presence’ tingling that much?” Though the lower half of his face was still covered, the other should be able to see Marius’s lips moving to form a grin underneath the mask, if he looked closely.

“Nah, I just heard you talking from miles away,” Bandit snickered.

Marius had to pause and actually think on the other’s words as he closed the door to the rec room. Then he moved himself to sit across the older man, facing the doorway. “That sarcasm?” he finally cracked the silence, genuinely inquiring Bandit’s earlier comeback.

“You think?” Bandit only gave a half shrug of his shoulders before he gulped on the soft drink he was holding, lips still bearing the same smirk.

For once, Marius was silenced by the social cue Bandit had given him, trying to figure out what the operator meant by those words. He recalled he didn’t even talk to anyone on his way here. Maybe that was sarcasm, after all?

The atmosphere was still for a few moments as neither of them continued the previous topic/banter. Marius was fiddling with the plastic securing the bagel, tearing open the package before he pulled down the mask covering the lower half of his face and took a bite of the baked good. He didn’t even bother to remove the dark visor of his helmet, leaving his eyes covered still. His gaze was fixated over the bagel as he munched on the food, wordlessly pondering, unaware of Bandit’s watchful gaze. Why is it named bagel? Why is the shape like this? Who’s the–

“Hard to believe you and Kessikbayev got together,” Bandit’s statement cut off Marius’s line of thoughts.

The ADS specialist shifted his gaze that instant from the food at hand to his talking companion, giving a long, invisible inquiring stare at the other. Why bring this up now? “Is it that hard to believe?”

“Sort of,” the older of the two admitted. “Thought hearing him actually talking is a miracle. Apparently the news of you two being together is of a greater miracle.”

“You just haven’t gotten used to it.”

“Psh, tell me something I don’t know.”

“Shuhrat is-“

“That was sarcasm, Marius,” Bandit cut him off before he received any news regarding Jäger’s findings on his ‘Fuze Facts’ research, rolling his eyes as he spoke.

“Right,” was all Marius said as he took the last bite of his bagel into his mouth. Truth to be told, Marius himself still wondered how they both ended up together. He would admit that their combination alone – personality wise – is the oddest he could think of. Not that he minded it though; he’s honestly comfortable around Shuhrat, and hopefully the other was, too. “Is it a good miracle or a bad miracle?” he cracked the fleeting silence with the query.

“Honestly? An odd one.”

Huh. Now that Bandit had said it, most people in the HQ would probably think the same—that they’re a peculiar couple, an unusual combination, or as Marius preferred: uniquely out of the ordinary.

“Seriously though,” Bandit started again, gulping on the soft drink before he continued, “imagine him…”

As Bandit spoke, Fuze opened the door to the rec room, making only small clicking noise as it opened. He stepped inside the room without a sound, trying to lighten the sound of his footsteps as he heard the occupants of the room were in the middle of a conversation. Apparently it was Jäger and Bandit. Upon having the sight of his boyfriend before him, Fuze lifted his hand and gave a small wave to greet him.

What is he talking about with Bandit anyway?

“…Saying, ‘Sorry, Marius’.” By the time Bandit continued, Marius averted his gaze as he noticed Fuze’s figure on the doorway, stepping closer to them as he waved a hand at him, “’The Gorka-4 stays on during sex’, pfft- HAHA!” and Bandit finally finished his ‘imagine Kessikbayev saying silly things’ session with a bark of laughter.

Oh, so that’s what they’re talking about.

“The Gorka-4 stays on during sex.” Shuhrat, having no intention to creep on them – on Bandit – announced his presence by saying the exact same thing as what Bandit told Jäger from behind the older German operator. The flick of amusement in his eyes and the half smirk remained concealed underneath his goggles and mask.

“Scheiβe—!“ Bandit couldn’t help but to cuss at the sudden additional voice. His body jerked from the seat out of startle and the hand holding the soft drink miraculously squeezed the can twisted to the point the remaining liquid burst out.

Marius’s only response was a joyful cackling sound, shoulders slightly rocking up and down with both hands holding onto his aching stomach. Bandit really did serve that epic comeback from Fuze.

Bandit managed to turn his head despite the shock, and once he snapped from the appalled state, he quickly retorted, “The hell are you doing sneaking around like that–?”

“I was looking for Marius,” came the gruff reply from behind Fuze's mask as he jerked his head lightly towards the said man, before turning to face the ADS specialist. “Lunch,” he curtly stated to Jäger. “I take it you haven’t had it.”

Marius’s laughter was reduced to a fit of chuckle as Bandit talked to Shuhrat. That one word from his boyfriend, however, was his cue to stop laughing. Not the smile though—that victorious grin was still visible on his lips. “Yeah, lunch,” he finally responded to the indirect invitation from the Spetsnaz operator with a nod of his head, pulling up his mask again as he got on his feet. “Well,” Marius turned to look at Bandit, “thanks for–“

“Ouch, you gonna leave me here by myself?” the older German interrupted before Marius even got to finish his sentence, playfully jutting his lips—resembling that of a sulking child. “I’m lonely, you know.”

“Find another company then,” Marius snorted in amusement upon the sight. Then, completely ignoring his friend’s attempt to make him stay, he grabbed onto Shuhrat’s wrist and brought his feet to the doorway, practically dragging his boyfriend to follow him. Just before he stepped out of the rec room, Marius halted on his way and turned his head just enough to look at Bandit and stated, “Or better yet, find yourself a boyfriend.”

“Alright, that’s it. You can go the fuck away, Marius, thank you very much,” Bandit scoffed. He knew damn well from Jäger’s singsong tone he was bearing a cocky smirk under that mask.

“You asked for it. Later, Dom!” with that, Marius brought his steps out of the room, snickering to himself, his palm still wrapped around Shuhrat’s wrist.

Just as they were passing through the long, quiet hallway, Marius gave a sideways glance to his boyfriend who was now walking next to him. “Were you eavesdropping on us earlier, Shuhrat?” The question coming out of his mouth broke the stillness between them.

“No,” Fuze answered. “I just happened to come looking for you at the right time.”

Even after a month being together, Marius is still having a hard time figuring out the tone underlying Shuhrat’s words, especially when the Spetsnaz still has his whole set of helmet on his head. The younger is just that good at controlling his voice when he speaks. “Well, your comeback was epic though!” No longer pondering the tone lying underneath his boyfriend’s words, Marius admitted, the satisfied grin back on his lips upon recalling the spitting image of Bandit being startled. “Hope you didn’t miss seeing his expression earlier,” he giggled.

Shuhrat only responded with a mere hum, ears sharp listening to how pleasant the giggling sounds coming from Jäger. Yes, this is lunch time, alright. He’s totally aware of that. It’s just that what he wanted to eat now wasn’t the meal cooked by the kitchen staffs. Shuhrat felt like eating a whole different meal, especially after that conversation in the rec room earlier. It was just his nature for not talking much anyways, but all along the short trip, his silence meant something else: he was trying to sort his mind, trying to clear whatever specks of dirty thoughts he had for a few minutes now—and Jäger’s somehow adorable attitude didn’t help him at all.

Of course this wasn’t to indicate that a month of their relationship has already filled with a lot of sexual intercourse—no, duties sort of keeping them away from having it in a constant timetable. Sure, they already had it once or twice but that’s just that, and it’s kind of what awakened Shuhrat’s yearning to touch Marius—he needed to feel him with his hands, against his own body.

Shuhrat’s steps stopped on its track. Yeah, that could wait another time, he mused to himself. For now though…Shuhrat could very well earned what he wanted in a subtler way.

Aware that Fuze didn’t budge from his standing spot when Marius tugged his wrist, the latter halted and turned around, staring quizzically towards the younger’s direction. Given no verbal explanation but a gentle tug on his forearm, this time it was Marius’s turn to follow Fuze’s pace who led them to the dark side of the hallway, the ones that the light or lightings couldn’t really reach.

There were pillars supporting the construction all along the hallway, and Shuhrat finally pulled Jäger to get behind one of them, gently pushing him to lean on it. Turning a blind eye on the probably quizzical expression from behind Jäger’s mask and visor, Fuze stood in front of him. His hands then began taking off his own mask, goggles, and finally, the helmet from his head. He was left only in his balaclava which wasn’t there for long as he swiftly yanked the thing off his head, exposing his entire face. His short tapered cut hair a bit tousled from the earlier motion. Putting his headgears on the floor next to where they stood, Shuhrat then focused solely on the very person before him; his hand reached out to unfasten the helmet safety before pulling it off of Marius’s head, followed by his mask next.

Ah, there he is.

A pair of slightly widened baby blue eyes was fixated on Shuhrat’s face—the eyes that reflected admiration and longing, and those eyes were still—haven’t even blinked even after a few moments Shuhrat taken off Jäger’s headgears. His boyfriend’s hair was the definition of endearing—those dark blond locks in Ivy League cut that suits Marius looked as fluffy as ever, slightly disheveled for the same reason as his own hair. Jäger’s expression, however, was the treasure he was looking for: the expression that looked at Shuhrat full with affection, amazement, and a hint of excitement as well as curiosity…and lust.

Marius honestly had no idea why in the hell Fuze suddenly dragged him to this spot and took off their headgears, but complaining about that is the least thing he had in mind—not when he could witness the handsome face of his boyfriend under the dim lighting. Seeing Shuhrat without his headgears is not something he could see on daily basis, especially when they’re outside the sleeping quarter. Now that he got the opportunity, he’s not going to waste it. He could swear despite having seen Shuhrat’s bare countenance before, Marius still couldn’t stop to stare at it—it was just gorgeous. Those walnut colored irises fixated on him, that unreadable expression typical of Fuze’s—these things, albeit trivial, always manage to make Marius’s cheeks colored in a shade of rosy pink, and it’s always these things that could silence the German operator in an instant.

“…Shuhrat?” Marius finally decided to break the silence, calling out the other’s name rather quietly. Once he heard a hum – a response – he carried on, “Our headgears…”

“I’m aware.” The reply was brief, and Shuhrat’s gloved hand that wasn’t holding Jäger’s helmet was already resting on the German’s face, palm cupping the red tinted pale cheek and thumb grazing on it. He silently regretted not taking off his gloves before touching Marius like this.

It’s hard for Marius not to relax when Fuze caressed his face like that. The gesture was gentle, even gentler than when his boyfriend handled the frail components when setting up the Cluster Charge devices. Most members of the Rainbow often perceive Fuze as someone grumpy due to his gruff demeanor, but Marius was pleased that he proved them wrong because here he was—standing face-to-face with the enigmatic Shuhrat Kessikbayev, being treated like some rare piece of component—he was handled with care.

Marius maintained the eye-contact with his boyfriend, and it was then that he noticed that the distance between their faces was closing up. It wasn’t long until his lips were sealed by Shuhrat’s chapped ones, meeting in a tender kiss that reflected their fondness to one another. Marius’s lids drooped little by little as the rest of the tension in his body left him, completely relaxing into the kiss. He finally closed his eyes, opting to just indulge in the warmth of their shared intimacy, both of his arms now clinging around Fuze’s shoulders, holding on for dear life so that he wouldn’t just slide down against the pillar—the way his lover kisses him just seems to always make him melt and he swears he could feel his feet weakened because of it.

Then the realization dawned on him: Marius had been missing Fuze’s presence way much more than he thought he did. He missed hearing his voice, missed seeing Shuhrat sitting in the workshop doing whatever he had to, missed telling Shuhrat things about something new that he read or watched, missed having him this close...must’ve been why he was kind of eager to drag the Spetsnaz to the mess hall to have lunch together. Marius, now not wanting to let go of the younger operator, willingly tilted his head to deepen the kiss just a bit, one hand resting on Fuze’s scalp and fingers softly gripping on the raven locks.

Shuhrat, on the other hand, still had his eyes open albeit his lids were drooped a little, refusing to just give up the glorious view before him. He had always liked it when they kiss like this; being able to witness how Jäger’s expression changes and notice how the older man relaxed under his touch somehow brings a sense of comfort within him. Jäger’s lips weren’t exactly plump yet they were so soft against his own—probably the softest lips he had ever kissed.

Noting how Jäger tilted his head, Shuhrat imitated the motion, tilting his head to further relish those lips he longs most, his hand now slid down to gently grasp on his lover’s nape. He let out a quiet grunt as the German clutched onto his locks, and couldn’t help but smirk against Jäger’s lips—glad to know he wasn’t the only one wanting this. Shuhrat flicked out the tip of his tongue, wetting the German’s lower lip with his saliva—a cue for entry permission in which Jäger granted the consent and willingly parted his lips. Shuhrat could hear how the smaller built man let out a content sigh as his tongue invaded Marius’s cavern. Right in this moment he decided to close his eyes at last, savoring the warmness and the hint of sweet that he picked up as soon as his tongue slipped in, appreciating their private moment in a totally non-private place.

It’s kind of an irony to know that Shuhrat once broke the engagement with his ex to take this path of life, fulfilling his duty in the military environment, only to be met with someone who he didn’t expect at all to be his boyfriend this very day. However, he knew that this time it was different, that this time, Shuhrat truly does love Marius—the energetic, inquisitive Mr. Chatterbox.

Frankly speaking, Shuhrat isn’t someone who favors spending his time with someone as active as Jäger—it just drains his energy to the point he felt the need to sleep right away after communicating with them. But Marius was…special. The German might be insensitive to social cues, but when he is informed that someone’s uncomfortable, he wouldn’t further bother the person, and Shuhrat respected him for that. Plus the fact that Jäger doesn’t always come to him to just have a casual chat but to also share some useful information nearly about anything—somehow he ended up looking forward for Jäger to come to him again to do just that. He couldn’t get enough of how excited Marius sounds when he passes the information to him.

What got Shuhrat totally hooked was how the older operator often wonders about his teammates’ well-beings, occasionally telling Shuhrat about his qualms over his teammates when they happen to converse. He was honestly amused and fond at the same time with the way the German openly shows his concerns like that. Not even Shuhrat himself would be so frank about it.

“Shuhrat—“

The way Jäger rasped out his name in between the kisses – soft voice wrapped in fervent lust, combined with quiet whines and restrained moans that followed afterwards – brought him back to the present. He could hear how the other’s breathing turned uneven. Breathe—he had to let Marius breathe, and with that, he decided to pull away from the kiss after giving a light suck on Jäger’s lower lip, leaving a trail of saliva connecting their mouth when their faces parted a few inches away.

Marius heaved a relieved sigh once their lips were no longer connected—he swore he was almost unable to control the noises leaving his mouth, not with his half-hard erection that was evident through his combat pants. Had the kiss lasted any longer, he’d probably give away their position with a louder yelp and end up telling whoever near their spot what they’re doing in such a disgraceful way. He worked on an attempt to even his breaths, resting his head against the pillar where he was leaning his back on, arms still around Fuze’s shoulders but his gaze still lingered on the Spetsnaz’s face.

Shuhrat’s eyes hadn’t let go the sight of his lover’s face since he put a halt on the kissing earlier, his gaze scrutinizing Jäger’s flushed countenance. The tint of red against the German’s pale skin really did make a good combination—the sight was refreshing to him. He always takes his time observing his lover’s face whenever they’re having such intimate moments, imprinting each expressions and reactions on his mind for a self-reminder of what Jäger likes and doesn’t. Shuhrat couldn’t help the faint smile creeping on his lips upon seeing his lover’s attempt to return his breathing to normal—it was adorable, a word he’d associate with Marius every now and then.

Height wise, Jäger and him share the same height, but not for their body built and weight. He’s aware that Shuhrat himself is bulkier than Marius – probably why he thinks that Jäger is a small bean, as people put in phrase – and why he constantly has the urge to look after the older man, the urge to protect him.

Jäger’s helmet on Shuhrat’s hand was long gone – dropped onto the floor when they were making out earlier – and now he rested both hands on his lover’s hips, gently clasping it in his grips. Their eye-contact was unbroken: him monitoring Jäger’s change of expression and Jäger staring at him with half-lidded eyes, emanating invitation to do more with him—and that was exactly what Shuhrat was going to do. He was beyond happy to provide more ‘service’ for the older man, especially if it meant that he could get more of those delicious whimpers from his lover.

Maybe Shuhrat would really have an entirely different meal for his lunch, after all.

Sensing how Jäger’s arms around his shoulders were pulling him closer, Shuhrat complied with the German’s demand and flowed with the motion. His large figure loomed over Jäger’s slender one as he leaned forward, leaving tender kisses each on his lover’s forehead, cheeks, nose, chin, and lips—lingering there a bit longer. Marius’s soft chuckles could be heard as he laid those kisses on his entire countenance. Those chuckles, however, soon ceased to exist the moment Shuhrat cupped Jäger’s chin with his thumb and forefinger, tilting his head just enough for him to gain access and trail his kisses to his lover’s neck, causing the older man to produce a suppressed whimper. Lovely, Shuhrat mused upon sensing his own erection twitching at the noise Jäger made.

Marius, powerless under the trance of Fuze’s stream of kisses on the crook of his neck, could only do so far as burying his face on his lover’s shoulder to prevent himself from being even more louder than he already had, biting onto the fabric of Shuhrat’s Gorka suit. Had he known the Spetsnaz would relentlessly attack him like this, he would’ve asked him to move to a more secured place.

“Mmn- Shuhrat-,“ a mention of his lover’s name once again escaped from his lips, in an attempt to warn him that it was his sensitive spot where Fuze was nibbling on and that he’d probably let out a real moan this time if he continued. “Shuhr–ah-!” the name he was about to call out was cut off by his own startled yelp, but he put effort to warn Fuze once again, “Shuhrat, that’s—“ Marius hadn’t even got to finish his sentence when a different sound interrupted him—apparently it was his own stomach growling.

Shuhrat also heard that distinguished sound and stopped what he was doing. He was well aware of that sound, thus he pulled away only to look at his lover’s face. They stared at each other, blinking their eyes in sync a few times, before Marius’s hearty laughter filled the atmosphere surrounding them.

“That was the worst timing ever- Sorry,” the German managed to say after his laughter died down, his lips carrying an embarrassed smile.

“Don’t mind it,” Shuhrat replied, placing a soft kiss on Jäger’s cheek, his own lips bearing a lopsided grin as he completely pulled away from the older man. “I guess that’s our cue to continue in private,” he said again as he bent down to retrieve his lover’s headgear before he carried on as he handed it over to Jäger, “after lunch, of course.”

“Yeah, after lunch sounds good.” Marius couldn’t hold back the eloquent grin forming on his lips, taking his headgear from Fuze’s hand.

Neither of them said anything as they were fiddling with their headgears, putting the masks back on as well as the goggles/visor and helmet. They both could’ve just gone over to the mess hall without having their headgears on since they were about to have their meals, but this way, they could at least cover the evidence of their intimate moments that literally had just ended from their facial expressions.

“So,” Marius started as he fastened his helmet safety, his voice slightly muffled now that he had his mask covering the lower half of his face, “Will the Gorka-4 stay on?” The ADS specialist couldn’t help but to grin at his own words.

Shuhrat, knowing damn well what his lover was talking about, didn’t answer right away and focused on putting his helmet on, then his mask, and finally his goggles, adjusting it to his own comfort. Then he diverted his attention to Jäger. Instead of giving a clear answer, he returned the question to his lover, “Do you want it on?”

“Can we try?” Without thinking much, Marius requested, actually curious to see how the younger would look with his uniform on during their sexual intercourse later.

“Only if you want to.”

Marius’s grin widened at that. “The Gorka-4 will stay on then,” he announced, in which Fuze only hummed at that as a response.

“Lunch?” Shuhrat inquired after a few seconds, which earned him a nod of approval from the older man.

“Starving, apparently.” At that, they both chuckled once again, recalling what was interrupting their quality time earlier.

“Let’s get you some good meal then,” Shuhrat motioned towards the dining hall with a nod of his head, then reached out to hold Jäger’s gloved hand in his. The German complied, holding onto Shuhrat’s hand, and with that they both emerged from their ‘hiding’ and headed towards the mess hall—side by side and hand in hand.

One thing was clear for them both: they need to thank Bandit tomorrow for the brilliant idea.

[transhawks]

Speaking of russian I developed a headcanon that Russian is Hawks first language or one of his first because his mother spoke it. It’s literally just because I associate you with Hawks and you speak Russian.

LMAO WHAT. hahhaha icb this lmfao. I’ve just been assigned hawks kinnie… (Worldie says I totally am tho????? I don’t get it I just roleplay him and really love the character) Honestly, I’ve never really thought of Hawks as anything but Yamato-Japanese (Though him having Ryukyuan ancestry would be cool?), though given that I do head-canon him strongly as being “burakumin”, or descended from them, and given that often other marginalized communities (Zainichi Koreans) tend to live in dowa chiku, and just the history of Northern Kyushu/Fukuoka being one of trade, especially with China and Korea, that he might have some other distant East Asian ancestry.

[onepickyreader]

No covers because of tumblr’s filters

While I was desperately look for Hashiba Maki's Bingo, I stumbled upon Chiko Bingo which was definitely not what... I was looking for. Still, I had a Renta account made, so here we are with some manga licensed in English on Renta. All one volume, complete and... smutty.

Somehow, of the three, the one called “Nipple Bingo” was the one with the plot.

1. Chiku Bingo 

I am blushing just writing this, and this is basically a smut and parody manga. Kishiwada is a thug, he is the most dangerous school delinquent, but he has an embarassing secret: he has super sensitive nipples. Unfortunately, the new enthusiastic transfer student, Andoh, is Kishiwada's childhood friend and he knows of his secret. Andoh uses the secret mostly to help Kishiwada out of some uncomfortable situations, and to try to win Kishiwada over, as he had had a crush on him since they were children.

Because of the premise I was fearing some uncomfortable dubious consent, instead, none of this was between Andoh and Kishiwada (but there is between Kishiwada and other characters, so read with caution)! It was actually pretty wholesome, with a lot of flashback to the dynamics of Andoh and Kishiwada as children, and how Kishiwada used to feel so weak, as Andoh always had to defend him, mixed with a lot of self esteem issues.

I still stopped at chapter 5, but it was sort of enjoyable up to there.

2. Ore ga Iinchou no Mesu ni naru Made (Becoming The Librarian's Pet) 

This is a complete one volume.

Ryusei is the student librarian, a calm collected nerdy student, who has a tough delinquent student as his assistant, the rude and belligerant Hizuru. Somehow the two seems to barely get along, but Ryusei is quite annoyed by Hizuru's hero worship for the legendary Ryu, a thug who used to rule over the whole are but who has disappeared years before. While I expected Ryusei to be Ryu... the manga took a while turn. This is pure smut with some plot. The drama comes fromt the fact that Hizuru is disappointed of the way Ryusei decided to become a model student, and some classic danger and saving.

Luckily, all the sex present was consensual! (a bit of doubt... at the beginning, but both Hizuru and Ryu seem to enjoy D/S consensual sex, so there it is). Also, literally insta-love, and a barely there plot.

The second part of the story was about Ryu's ex right-hand man, Taiga, and Shinobu, who has a giant crush on him. And that's... it.. basically Taiga is a size queen. So. Don't expect much plot. The third part is about Arata and his cultual exchange student friend Isaiah, there's some miscommunication as Arata thought Isaiah was a woman, at this point, I just had to skip it, because the explicit scenes were a bit too much.

For all these stories the plot is barely there, the feelings are barely there, and it's all about sex. There's some.... debatable dialogues as well. I suppose... this one gets a zero score as well.

3. The Guy I Fell for Is a Wild Beast!

Yes, guys, I tried the first chapter, so I need this to remind my future self to not read it even if I love the trope "delinquent/tough guy is actually quite sweet". This is the story of two students, one is the classic tough thug of the school, and he literally gets kidnapped after seeing that the perfect student guy has his pictures all over the room because he is in love with him. I say kidnapped, but luckily the sex scene is not... too bad on the consent issue.

The rest, I imagine, would be a lot of smut. This one gets a zero.

[sisamat995-blog]

Forget Popular Puppy Names: Three Steps To Choosing The Best Cute Puppy Names

The popular puppy name can be silly. You can be serious. They can be tall, short, beautiful or proud. How do you know which of the thousands of names you choose is right for your child? When you follow these three steps it is easy to choose the best cute puppy name. read also: https://femaledognamess.weebly.com/blog/finding-unique-dog-names-is-harder-than-you-would-expect

1. First you have to "say" your paddle to give it the correct name.

No, he will not open his beautiful mouth and say his new name. (If so, call the media and your accountant because you are going to be famous and rich!) But your child can tell you which name is right for him.

how? Just by being yourself.

Great puppy names begin with treats. Let your child's personality choose its name.

For example, my last dog, Magin, a springer spaniel, loved to peek at things and scramble over them. He repeatedly "attacked" his siblings before we went to his house.

As soon as we reached home, she kept attacking us. At that time my husband wanted to call him a Mugdar because of all these robberies. And we thought about the cup because he had the most beautiful little cup (face). But I remembered the word "muggins" from Cribbage, and when I looked at her and saw that she was cheating or stupid, I knew she was right for her because she easily became stupid as a puppy. was.

The way to play a game called personality is to watch your new animal for a few days. Just look.

2. After seeing your father for some time, write down every word that comes to your mind. Sometimes adjectives like sleep or lazy or chiku come to mind. Sometimes you will see character traits that are nouns like mind or patience or courage. Sometimes you think of a person whose child reminds you of a book character.

Write down what you think. Trust me when I say that in a few days you will have a list of at least two or three dozen names if you do this. Presumably, one of these names is the correct name for your new baby.

As. As you create your list, you will also receive input from others. Your new sweet baby is likely to have many visitors. Suggest names to your friends and family. You will see characteristics you don't see in your new dog. These features suggest a name that can only be true.

By following these three steps you can be guided by your puppy's personality and actions, and you don't have to worry about popular puppy names. The best names of cute puppies will be in front of you while you are having fun with your new cub.