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pigeonpeach · 2 years ago

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Yandere academy Childe x Onee-san reader

A/n please read: hello! This is fanwork of another writers au aka @yestrday ‘s yandere genshin academy au. I heavily recommend binging their stuff its really good. In particular this piece takes on the sort of onee-san (big sister) route where basically y/n /reader spends most of their time taking care of the first years and overall just being a big ol sweetheart. I just LOVED how the author depicts the older students reacting and getting all jealous over not having y/n’s full attention so i had to write something. Of course i did put some of my own traits into y/n. My favs were Childe and Zhongli so i might write a version with Zhongli instead if i get the inspo.

Cn: not much really, childe is a lil creepy and touchy but y/n is kinda into it lowkey. I cant write make out scenes but theres still alot of it. Also minor mentions of hurt with bennett.

Who could possibly hate l/n y/n. A third year student with a great reputation and grades. Lots of friends, and lots and lots of admirers. But their kindness was their most beloved trait. Y/n always packed extra food for lunch in case a dear friend had forgotten or lost theirs. Y/n often helped out at the nurses office and seemed to have the most soothing voice as they’d patch up students who could be sobbing and shaking. In general they were a well liked and somewhat popular student so it was no surprise they had plenty of admirers. If only they had as much time as Y/n’s biggest flaw was also their kindness. It never felt good to turn people down. Especially when they themselves would love to spend time with their fellow seniors. However they knew Bennett would be sulking if he didn’t see them at lunch today. It honestly left a poor taste in their mouth having to turn down Venti’s offer of a picnic at lunch today. But they didn’t want to pass by the nurses office again and see him in there. Y/n’s heart was solid gold but gold itself is a weak metal that can easily bend.

What was supposed to be a picnic with Childe ended up getting canceled last minute as you held a bruised Bennett in their arms. Wrapping the bandages around tightly but not too tight. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to knock over all those chemicals in the science room!” No matter how exhausted you were though, you never seemed to get tired of Bennett, he was such a lovable little kid, you couldn’t help it. Taking care of people was just a natural instinct within you, which made you get along splendidly with Bennett who more often than not needed taking care of. “Its not your fault Benny I know. I don’t blame you one bit, I’m just glad none of those chemicals were dangerous.” You were finally finished with the last of the bandages and gave Bennett a little kiss on the cheek. “Now you’ll probably be in the nurses office for awhile, I’ll go bring you back some lunch okay? Just wait here”Bennett, his face turned a delicate pink as he eagerly shook his head.

You smiled as you exited out the door. Your tranquility was soon interrupted as you made your by a sudden tug backwards. You could barely blink before feeling your back pinned up against the lockers.

“You’re really messing with me aren’t you~ I hardly get to have any time with you nowadays and you go off to play nanny with that first year!” Childe’s fist was clenched tightly next to your head resting against the cold metal. “I was looking forward to our little date today, you had me thinking I could finally have a second of your oh so precious time and then you run off to comfort him!” He pressed himself into you trapping you against the locker.

“Okay I’m sorry about forgetting but you’re acting psychotic! What on earth are you trying to pull here huh? We’re still at school you dumb-aAH!” You barely got to cover your mouth as Childe eagerly bit into your neck. You bit your lip out of shock, you could barely focus on anything, you hadn’t exactly ever done this before. To witness Childe in such a primal and instinctual mood felt so intimate. You were almost flattered that simply forgetting a lunch hangout had been enough to get him so worked up over you... The sensation of Childe possessively biting into your neck,You could feel your resolve and hesitation melt as you try one last time to pry him off. Finally with a wet smack of his lips he gleefully pulled back revealing a big bruise right on your jugular, out in the open, unable to be hidden with the collar of your uniform. He grinned with a smile you could only describe as manic. Why was it kind of hot though-

“Y-you… You IDIOT! What am I going to do if the staff see this! Gosh I knew you were careless but i didn’t think you would be downright stupid!” Childe basked in pride at your reddened face. As you quickly opened your locker trying to find a jacket of something to cover with.

“Oh please, this wasn’t careless at all. I made sure no body was coming around these parts at this time. And besides, I have a scarf you could borrow if you’re really that insecure about it~” He pressed his mouth right against their ear. You practically died inside then.

“You better! I could get expelled if the school thought I was doing something indecent! I’m not wasting my scholarship just because you’re a little pent up you know?” You practically tugged the scarf off of his and lazily wrapped it around yourself. You were ready to chew him out again when he fixed the scarf to look more presentable. Your cheeks were warm and pink then. He chuckled.

“See? you really have been depriving yourself haven’t you, all this work just to keep that first year alive, you keep rejecting and rejecting my offers,saying you’re ‘just too busy today or maybe tomorrow’ when deep down I can tell you want nothing more than to let me take advantage of you~” He sneaked a quick peck at your cheek making you blush even more.

“Y-you’re wrong! Ah! Stop trapping me against the locker I’m trying to use it! Besides its super inappropriate!” Although, it did feel kind of nice being in his grasp. You spent practically your whole week helping Razor and Bennett prepare for some big tests in Chemistry, and your whole year so far was practically baby sitting the first years which as much as you enjoyed, wasnt always so... rewarding, it could get draining at times to be relied on too much, there was something about just pressing your back against the warm embrace of Childe that made those worries melt. You felt so… so.. desirable. You knew alot of your male peers sought after you romantically but you had no idea he was so desperate just to be with you, who wouldn’t be flattered to be so utterly wanted.

“My my, I didn’t think you would be this easy to wind up girlie, I thought you would have alot more fight in you but aside from your mouth you’re practically just begging for me. I can just tell you’re enjoying this. So why don’t you cut the talk, just let me spoil you for today hm? I’ll forgive you then for forgetting our picnic?” Childe’s hands ran up your curves leaving you to hiss in shock. His pelvis pressed oh so tightly as he pinned you to the locker infront of you.

“You..you’re really not giving up are you?” You turned your head around to weakly scowl at the smug ginger. Which he then proceeded to take the opportunity to kiss you on the lips, the last of your resistance practically melted then, worst case scenario the bell goes off and he HAS to leave then surely. He couldn’t be that dense as to continue past lunch surely! You hear his muffled chuckles as he deepened the kiss and tighten his grip on your waist. His other hand slamming against the locker keeping you from sliding out. You couldn’t help but just wrap your hands around his neck which caused him to jolt in surprise. He pulled away briefly just to look into your embarrassed face.

“I didn’t think you were that touch-starved! Don’t tell me those first years don’t know a thing or two about romance! You devote so much to them and they dont even know how to hold you right?”He laughed. You scowled.

“I-i don’t see them that way! Besides I just like taking care of people its just… I haven’t.. really.. had the chance to… be taken care of like this…you’re.. fuck just shut up and kiss me or I’ll find someone else to!” You practically dragged him back into the kiss much to his delight. He eagerly continued with the session as you let him devour you. However he pulled away a bit too soon for your liking.

“You’re perfect for me you know? Every little thing about you just enamors me sometimes. I know you feel the same too, I can tell you want this, you want me to pick you up in my arms and take you away from all thi-MPHHHff.” You pulled him by his tie back into the kiss. You didn’t have the patience to listen to his rambles. You’ve been deprived of affection for so long and if Childe was going to bother you then you might as well drain him for all he’s got to offer right? At least he seemed all the more willing. He pressed himself so tightly against you that you were convinced he was trying to absorb you. Your hands wrapped around his neck. It felt so… so

RING!!!!!!! Snapping you out of your touch starved craze was the lunch bell signaling the end of lunch and your little.. session with Childe. Catching Childe off guard, you pushed him off finally separating yourself from him as you got your lunch box and ran off to give it to Bennett. Leaving Childe a sweaty and riled up mess. Leaning against the opposite locker he grinned like a cheshire cat.

After dropping your lunch off to Bennett who luckily did not recognize your scarf, you raced to your class and made it just in time. You very shamefully sat down in your seat knowing at least a good chunk of the people here recognized who’s scarf you were wearing, but it was better than them seeing that bruise he left. You could practically feel Scaramouche’s gaze burrowing a hole in your head. You only hoped this class would be over before he decided to strangle you with the darn scarf.

#genshin imagines #yandere tartaglia #yandere genshin impact #yandere childe x reader #yandere childe #genshin x y/n #yandere #slight nfsw #mentions of Scaramouche #lol reader is so fucked #chubby reader

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yashiro-arisugawa · 4 months ago

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Help I'm crying so hard 🥲

The lyrics for Baratsuyu in Zayne lore context crushed my heart so bad

Song: Baratsuyu by TRIGGER from the Idolish7 franchise

The fact that Zayne's Japanese VA (Satou Takuya) sings some of the lines makes the pain even worse

Baratsuyu Lyrics Eng translation:

Drops of dew trickle down the petals of a blossom of burning crimson

A rose that had grown with such reoslve, I had always taken its thorns for granted

I didn't mean to do it and yet I hurt you

Pushing you further away by reaching out

Wearing out our image of happiness beyond recognition

I miss you so much, my heart feels it's been ripped apart

I'm madly in love with you

Were this a dream I would tell you over and over again

As the stars sleep my heart moans

Aah how I wonder why

the rose seems to cry

with the coming of morning

The early evening breeze that tickles my hair

carries the brief memories of our time together

A fragile and vain beauty that will never again grace my fingertips

Not an everlasting image but always faltering

I don't know what's gotten into me, that's how much I miss you

Thinking that all I needed was to tell you I loved you

Were this a dream I would tell you over and over again, sweetly

Aah how I wonder why

again you cry

with the coming of morning

I already know that when I close my eyes tonight

I'll be seeing that last scene on repeat

my mind, my heart, my whole body contorts in agony thinking

Even though I'm madly in love with you

I left you to be consumed by the thorns of roses

My only choice now is to drift

between reality and dream, never waking

Madly in love with you

Were this a dream I would tell you over and over again

As the starts sleep my heart moans

Aah how I wonder why

the rose seems to cry

with the coming of morning

Replace the rose with Jasmine and now you're crying too

It's such a beautiful song aaaaghhhhhh one of my absolute favourites by Trigger too. I love Trigger and Zayne so goddamn much to the extent that I'm able to cry for them. Seeing two of my most beloved things come together like this makes me so happy

#love and deepspace #otome game #zayne #zayne love and deepspace #恋と深空 #レイ #li shen #lads zayne #TRIGGER #idolish7 #satou takuya #Spotify

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rosepetalgold · 1 year ago

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the art of saying goodbye

Summary: Remus expects a lot of things from the Queen Anne Victorian house he’s just purchased—a restoration project to occupy his time, some peace and quiet from nosy neighbors, a chance to brag about being a homeowner before his goody two-shoes brother.

What he doesn’t expect is for the property to come with a very real, very curious ghost. But what is he supposed to do, just ignore the spirit? That'd be nothing short of rude, especially considering that the specter's fascination with modern science and penchant for hijacking Remus' technology proves unfairly endearing.

But even as their unlikely friendship grows, so too do the questions swirling in Remus’ mind: Why is Logan still haunting the place he used to live? Who is the mysterious Janus he refuses to talk about? And what will it take for the ghost to finally find peace with the life and the love that were stolen from him so long ago?

Relationships: Platonic Intrulogical, past romantic Loceit, background romantic Prinxiety

Warnings for this chapter: None!

Word Count: 7000

Notes: My fic for this year's @sandersidesbigbang, aka another angsty tale that inexplicably grew out of a single fluffy scene, aka a prime excuse to procrastinate by poring through countless photos of beautiful Queen Anne houses my beloved. I hope you enjoy this ghostie story as much I enjoyed writing it! A big shoutout to my wonderful beta reader @dragonsaphirareads for all their feedback on this fic, and don't miss the amazing art by the incredible @casart and @onthevirgeofdestruction—you can check out their pieces here and here! (Seriously, even if you don't read the fic, go feast your eyes on their work because it is straight-up stunning. Go look, you'll see.)

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“This place is definitely haunted.”

Remus snorts, giving his brother a friendly sock in the arm.

“Oh come on, Ro, you scared of a few ghosties now? Afraid a floating white sheet is gonna jump out and yell boo?”

Roman doesn’t answer, just eyes the Queen Anne Victorian home in front of them with the amount of trepidation he usually reserved for any time Remus started a sentence with ‘I have an idea.’ The house does give off distinctly spooky vibes, Remus has to admit, what with its boards in desperate need of a new coat of paint and its broken window in the attic, not to mention the porch that looks liable to send someone plummeting to the ground if they take a single wrong step, but what was wrong with any of that? It all just added to the building’s character, and the risk of falling through the veranda was a delightful way to keep visitors on their toes, in his superior opinion.

And besides, he couldn’t turn his nose up at the property’s many flaws when they made it dirt-cheap. He wasn’t exactly a millionaire.

He grabs Roman’s arm, tugging him forward.

“C’mon, there’s some wicked spindlework on the back you gotta check out.”

His brother makes a sound of protest, dragging his feet as Remus hauls him onward.

“Aren’t we going to go inside?”

“Nah, I don’t have the keys yet. Everything’s still pending or whatever.”

Roman shifts his incredulous gaze from the house to Remus.

“You made me come all this way just to look at the outside of a house you haven’t even officially bought yet?”

Why yes, he had. He was such a good brother.

“Don’t act like it’s such a burden to drive twenty minutes out of the way to get here, especially when it means you’re twenty minutes closer to a booty call with Virgil.”

Roman splutters, face flushing a splendidly scandalized shade of crimson, and Remus cackles. That was more like it.

“Now c’mon c’mon c’mon, the sooner you ooh and aah over all my cool house shit, the sooner you can get some of that good di—”

“Don’t even finish that sentence,” Roman interrupts, slapping his hands over his ears, but he doesn’t protest as Remus pulls him around to the back of the house and points out the expansive if overgrown backyard, the plethora of decorative elements adorning the home, the leaded glass windows that have survived well over a century.

“I don’t get it, though,” Roman says as he eyes the tower gracing the corner of the house, something Remus would swear is a hint of jealousy in his gaze. Made sense. He knows for a fact his brother would sell his soul to be Rapunzel. “If this is such a nice place, why has it sat empty for so long?”

“Dunno. The realtor just said it stayed in the family of the guy who built it for a while before changing hands a bunch. Apparently every time it’s been on the market it’s taken ages to find a buyer, but she didn’t really say why no one wanted to live here for too long.” Probably just her trying not to scare him away from what was clearly a substantial restoration project so she wouldn’t lose her commission. Either that or there was some kind of toxic fungus in the walls that had taken over all the previous residents’ brains and turned them into zombies and Remus was about to become its next victim.

What a delightful gamble to find out which one it was.

“Can we please go now before some serial killer comes charging out of this place and we both end up on the news?” Roman asks, already edging back towards the front of the house.

“Sure, if you really want to give up your one shot of having your fifteen minutes of fame in the media,” Remus replies, dancing away with a grin as Roman aims a kick at his shins. “Fine, fine, we’ll go. I wouldn’t want to keep you from a hot date and some—”

Something catches his attention, a flash of movement out of the very corner of his eye, and he pauses mid-stride, doing a double-take at the second-story balcony overlooking the backyard.

Nothing. Not even a curtain blowing in the non-existent breeze.

“What?” Roman questions from where he’s also stopped a few yards ahead of him.

Remus looks a moment longer, searching for anything out of place, but all is still.

“Nothing. Probably just a bat or something. Wouldn’t that be cool as shit, to have bats as roommates? Hey, maybe they have rabies if they’re out in the daytime. Did you know…”

He launches into a spiel of the most gruesome and fascinating facts he knows about the disease, joyfully watching his brother’s face grow increasingly horrified with each one as they make their way back across the yard, and by the time they reach the driveway, the flicker of movement is barely a blip on his mental radar.

Just a trick of his eyes, surely.

It wasn’t like houses could actually be haunted, after all.

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Home sweet home.

Or home rundown-and-slightly-musty-smelling home, as the case may be, but who was Remus to nitpick?

He fits his shiny new key into the lock and steps inside, letting the door click shut solidly behind him as he pauses just over the threshold, taking a moment to survey the foyer. His foyer now, in his very own home. The sale had been endless offers and counteroffers and a mountain of paperwork so large he’s positive he could have buried himself beneath it and never been seen again, but the place is finally his.

Him, a homeowner. Who’d have thunk it. He’ll be rubbing this in Roman’s apartment-renting face every chance he can get, thank you very much. It’s the least he can do, really.

He unceremoniously deposits the cardboard box in his arms on the floor and wanders further inside, trailing his hand along the smooth wood of the stair banister as he passes. He’s supposed to be meeting some of his friends back at his old place shortly—or now, actually, but that was wholly irrelevant—to start moving all of his worldly possessions into his fancy new abode, but he hadn’t been able to resist the temptation of taking the first load of boxes alone just to have the place to himself for a bit; he could use a few minutes to enjoy the space in peace before it’s filled with Roman and Virgil squabbling about the worst Disney movie heroes or whatever argument they were bound to get into.

Despite its well-worn exterior, the house is in surprisingly good condition inside, he muses as he roams through the empty rooms. There’s clearly extensive work that needs to be done if he wants to restore the place to its Victorian glory, an ambitious undertaking he knows will be neither cheap nor easy, but the bones of the structure are all solid, especially considering how many years it’s stood empty.

He finishes his meandering loop around the first floor and heads up the stairs, the tread of his steps entirely too loud for the pervasive quiet as he continues his exploratory wandering through the second story rooms. He pauses as he reaches what is clearly the master bedroom, surveying the original fireplace, the century-old hardwood, the attached balcony that was just begging to be used to pour water onto his unsuspecting brother’s head. Shit, his new house was cool as fuck.

It’d make the most sense to start hauling his load of boxes here, considering that’s where most of his crap is going to end up eventually, but the longer he hovers in the doorway, the more something feels … off. Just the slightest tingle prickling down his spine, and not the good kind. He steps inside and the temperature drops noticeably, a chill raising the hair on his arms.

“The fuck?” he mutters, raking his gaze over the windows in search of damaged panes letting in a breeze, but everything is intact.

He advances another step on impulse and the pinpricks dancing along his vertebrae only grow stronger, now accompanied by the distinct feeling he’s being watched. He scans the room again, slower this time, but there’s no furniture, no closet, not so much as a nook or cranny for anyone or anything to hide. Even the ceiling is empty when he turns his gaze upwards on the off chance he really does have some bats hanging around that he’s somehow missed on his numerous pre-sale walk-throughs.

Nary a beady eye to be found and still the sensation of being in someone’s sights doesn’t lessen. Not that it’s a threatening feeling, exactly, just distinctly unsettling, like there’s someone behind him no matter how many times he glances over his shoulder and finds nothing but empty air.

But that was crazy. He’d read the final sale documents until his eyes had been about to start bleeding and he’s absolutely positive that the house hadn’t come with any roommates. He’s probably just imagining the feeling, the result of watching one too many horror movies in the last week or his brain making things up in an attempt to liven up the empty space.

His phone buzzes in his pocket, yanking him out of his thoughts, and he rolls his eyes without even looking at the screen, already able to see the text from Roman in his mind’s eye: where you at?? i’m not packing up all your crap for you followed by an absurdly long string of emojis that basically constituted their own Roman-specific hieroglyphic language.

Time to face the moving-day music before Roman got annoyed enough with waiting that he rescinded his promise of free manual labor, then. Any investigations of potential invisible voyeurs would have to wait, no matter how titillating such a prospect sounded when he put it like that.

“You win for now, house,” he says into the quiet as he turns to leave, an edge of coldness still dancing along the goosebumps on his skin. “Keep your secrets. I’ll figure ‘em out eventually.”

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The afternoon passes in a blur of hauling entirely too many heavy boxes and unwieldy pieces of furniture to the new house, and by the time night settles onto the horizon, Remus is utterly exhausted. He flops back on the couch, too tired to even think about putting his bedframe together, and he’s out in minutes.

He wakes disoriented, mind scrabbling blankly for a moment before the darkness coalesces into the still-unfamiliar contours of his sitting room. He just lies there for a moment, trying to figure out what’s roused him, but all is still. Just his brain deciding to deprive him of some tantalizingly horrifying nightmares, unfortunately—

Tap tap tap.

Remus bolts upright at the unmistakable sound of footsteps on the hardwood upstairs, adrenaline surging in a dizzying rush. There hadn’t been any signs of a squatter all day, and surely he’d remembered to lock the doors so no one could steal all the crap he’d just spent a whole day of his life lugging around. He waits for a moment, holding his breath as silence falls, and just when he’s about to pass the whole thing off as his imagination playing tricks on him, the steps start up again, slow and rhythmic like someone is pacing on the upper level.

Fuck his luck. If someone is secretly living in the attic of his fancy new home, he’s not going to be pleased.

He rolls off the couch and snatches his phone off of one of the plethora of boxes waiting to be unpacked, debating whether to risk turning on the flashlight before deciding for it; he might give away any element of surprise with the beam, but he’s certain to give it away if he starts banging face-first into walls or cracking his skull open falling down the stairs. His eye catches on a glass paperweight on the coffee table, a characteristically pretentious housewarming present from Roman, who apparently thought Remus had so many papers flying about that he needed to corral them with a glorified rock, and he seizes it on a whim.

Makeshift weapon was a much more useful purpose for the thing than its intended function anyways.

He edges around the scattered boxes towards the stairs, careful to keep his steps light and his hand shielding the light from his phone as the footfalls continue overhead, and makes it all the way up the steps without so much as a creak to give him away.

Flawless. He knew all those times sneaking up behind Roman to scare the shit out of him as kids would pay off someday.

He pauses on the landing to triangulate the noise, then creeps down the hall towards the footsteps as the sound grows even more distinct. The master bedroom again? What the actual fuck was going on with that room? Had he really managed to miss someone in there when he’d investigated earlier in the day? No, he couldn’t have, but then how had someone managed to get past where he’d been sleeping on the couch? Unless he really did have somebody living in the walls—

A floorboard squeaks underneath his foot, deafeningly loud in the quiet of the night, and the footsteps abruptly stop. Remus swears under his breath. Traitorous piece of wood. Now or never, then.

He lunges forward into the doorway of the master bedroom, raising the paperweight and howling a war cry as he swings his light across the room to reveal—

Nothing. The space is as entirely and utterly empty as it had been that morning.

Well, shit. There went any element of surprise he had left.

He darts back into the hall, racing to search through the rest of the rooms on the upper level one by one, but they’re all just as vacant as the first. He even hauls himself into the attic, bracing himself to be clubbed over the head by whoever is lurking, but with the exception of innumerable shadows billowing away from his flashlight, the space proves equally empty as the rest.

Unease stirs in his gut, creeping in alongside the lingering adrenaline as he makes his way back down the precariously rickety ladder into the main house. Surely there’s no way someone could have gotten past him, not when he would have heard them in the hall or going down the stairs.

And yet, as far as he can tell, besides a few mice tucked away in the attic, there isn’t another living soul in the house.

He stops in the doorway of the master bedroom again, staring inside. He’s positive this is where the footsteps had been emanating from, lack of proof be damned. Something weird was going on with this house.

Good thing Remus had just made the biggest financial commitment of his life to buy it.

Nothing for it now but to hope some elusive, wall-dwelling ax murderer doesn’t give him the chop in his sleep, he supposes, although he has to admit that’d be a badass way to go.

He reluctantly makes his way back downstairs and shoves a pile of boxes at the foot of the stairs to trip any nefarious intruders coming down, then retreats back to the couch, all the while keeping his ears primed for so much as a whisper of sound above him.

But even though it takes him a long time to drift back to sleep, the house around him remains as silent as a grave.

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The whole thing must have been an impressively lucid dream, Remus decides the next morning. A second investigation in the light of day doesn’t reveal anything out of place: no shoe prints on the floor, no critters, certainly no people. It was probably nothing then, he tries to convince himself, just his overactive imagination needing an outlet after being a bit too jittery from all the excitement of moving.

But he finds himself pausing in the master bedroom again, something drawing him back to the space. First the chill and the strange feeling of being watched, then the mysterious footsteps? Two separate coincidences, or something more?

God, he sounded about as paranoid as Virgil. Next thing he knew he was going to be inventing his very own conspiracy theory to explain a few bumps in the night.

It really was nothing, he tells himself, shaking off any lingering unease as he tromps back down the stairs. If he starts jumping at every little noise in his old-as-shit house, he’ll be long dead before he gets the property restored. If he starts seeing glowing red eyes in the dark, he’ll start to worry. Until then, he has a mountain of boxes to unpack.

Unfortunately, said mountain does not pull a Beauty and the Beast and begin unpacking itself, leaving Remus to spend a dreadfully dull afternoon doing it instead, only the allure of building a fort out of all the empty boxes keeping him from living out of cardboard for the rest of his life.

By the time he’s finally finished unboxing most of the downstairs and getting the tv and wifi set up, most of the day has passed him by, afternoon sunlight splaying golden fingers across the hardwood.

Break time, then. He’s earned it, if he does say so himself.

He collapses onto the couch, flipping on the tv and surfing through the channels until he finds a rerun of some low-budget horror film from the eighties. Perfect. Nothing like a bit of mindless tv to rot his brain just that much more. Settling back more comfortably into the cushions, he pops open the bag of chips he’s snagged from the kitchen and pulls out his phone, beginning to scroll through his notifications.

Modern multitasking at its finest, truly.

But he’s barely a minute into atrophying his mind via social media before the tv starts flickering, volume dropping precipitously before ratcheting back up, the picture jumping to the weather channel, then a British cooking show, then the news with Spanish subtitles flashing in and out at the bottom of the screen.

Remus freezes with a chip halfway to his mouth, staring at the remote where it’s very definitely out of his reach on the coffee table, all by its lonesome. He’s no expert, but he’s pretty sure technology was not, in fact, supposed to suddenly start functioning by itself without any human input. Was his new house secretly sitting over some freaky radioactive waste? That would certainly explain why no one had wanted to buy it. Or was this some EMP disaster? Had someone decided to take out the whole country’s power grid, starting with Remus’ shitty tv?

He sits up, reaching for the rogue remote, only to pause as a chill moves over him, then past him like it’s heading for the tv, and the screen crackles, static beginning to fuzz both the video and the audio as the picture continues to leap wildly between programs.

Fuck the remote, then. Whatever freak accident has descended upon his living room, it’s time to go straight to the source.

Abandoning his snack, he stands, striding to the outlet and yanking the plug out of the wall. Silence falls immediately, the screen fading to black, but there still lingers a noticeable chill in the air, cold energy palpable against his skin and all too reminiscent of the feeling he remembers from being in the master bedroom.

“What the hell,” he mutters under his breath, casting his gaze around the room. Empty, just as upstairs had been the last three times he’d checked. He takes a step backwards, then another, and the strange chill decreases. On a whim, he pulls out his phone, scrolling through several apps without even paying attention to them, and sure enough, the hair on his arms raises as the temperature falls again, that sparking feeling of energy growing more intense as his phone begins to flicker on its own.

“What the actual hell,” he whispers again. Roman can’t have been right—this place can’t actually be haunted. There’s absolutely no way there’s a real, live—or dead, technically, he supposes—ghost in his living room right now playing fuck-up-the-electronics.

But if there is…

“Hello?” he calls, and the flickering abruptly stops, chill retreating once more. Shit. One word in and apparently Remus has already fucked things up. “Hello?” he tries again. Did this maybe-possible-potential ghostie even speak English? “I’m Remus,” he says, feeling more than a little crazy for introducing himself to his empty living room. If Roman ever knew of this, he’d die laughing and then Remus really would have a ghost haunting his ass.

He wracks his brain for something to say. If he were a ghost and a stranger started moving all of their shit into his home, what would he want to hear from them?

“Um, cool house you have here. I’m not gonna like, fuck it up or anything.”

Silence.

“I’m planning on restoring it bit by bit as I have money so if you could tell me the original paint color or wallpaper patterns, that’d be dope.”

Still nothing. Apparently the ghost is not amused. Time for a different tactic, then.

“What’s your name?”

Not even a cricket chirping. Jesus fucking christ, Remus is really blowing this.

“That’s the tv—the television,” he explains, gesturing towards the device that had seemingly either fascinated or enraged his new housemate, he can’t quite tell which. “It works by… well, I don’t really know how it works. Something with waves and frequencies or some shit? But you can watch recordings, people acting or baking or doing dumb reality dating shows or whatever, so if there’s something that you wanna see…”

He trails off, surreptitiously scanning the room for any ethereal presences, but the house is quiet, the ghostly feeling fading bit by bit. Great. An actual paranormal experience and he’s gone and shoved his foot so far in his mouth he can practically feel his toes wiggling in his small intestine.

“Alright, that’s cool, no worries. Just lemme know if you change your mind.”

He waits a moment more, hoping for a disembodied voice to speak or an object to start moving on its own or his body to suddenly become possessed, but there’s nothing. Snagging his leather jacket off the back of the couch, he beelines for the door, forcing himself not to run as excitement begins to grow with every step, bubbling up around his bones. He has a ghost. A ghost, an actual fucking ghost, and he hadn’t even had to pay extra for it. No way he’s not going to take advantage of the universe handing him the sickest housewarming present in the world, never mind the fact that he might end up a walking meat suit for the spirit.

He pauses as he reaches the edge of the yard, then thinks better of it and pivots, heading for his car instead. Who knew how far ghost range was, and he doesn’t want his new roomie overhearing. He’s practically vibrating with energy as he makes his way down the long, winding drive, and he only makes it a few miles down the road before he’s pulling over onto the shoulder, hopefully well out of spirit range.

His first call rings through to voicemail, but Remus doesn’t bother leaving a message, just hangs up and tries again, only to be met with the same result. The third time, though, proves to be the charm.

“What,” the voice on the other end spits, cheerful as ever. “Fuck you, Remus, I’m in the middle of—”

“You’re still into all that weird stuff, right? Like the cryptids and the creepies and the ghouls and ghosties and all that?” Remus interrupts. He can deal with Virgil’s wrath another time—he has information he needs and he needs it pronto.

A pause, so long he’s sure Virgil has hung up on him and he’s going to have to keep calling until the emo answers his question.

“Yeah?” the distrustful reply finally comes, anger blunted by obvious wariness. “Why—”

“I need to pick your brain,” Remus cuts in again. “I’ll be there in twenty.”

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Plan Contact The Resident Possibly Unfriendly Ghost Who Might Possess Him, or CTRPUGWMPH to be short and snappy about it, is officially a go.

Unfortunately, it isn’t off to a promising start.

Virgil’s knowledge had turned out to be more spirit lore than specifics about how to get a ghost to actually appear, although he’d been infinitely more helpful than Roman, who’d just stared at him and asked if he’d had the house checked for carbon monoxide poisoning. Remus had soundly ignored him and had left Virgil’s apartment with his head swimming with theories about why ghosts haunt particular places and an extensive lecture from Virgil about how to find any potential objects or reasons tying a ghost to the house that might provide a potential talking point to engage said ghost in conversation.

But despite digging into every crack and crevice on the internet, emailing the local historical society, even calling his realtor to ask again about the history of the property, Remus comes up with precious little. The house had originally been built in the 1880s by a local merchant, everyone seems to agree, and had been inherited by his nephew soon after, but beyond that there’s frustratingly scant information available, and he can’t find so much as a whisper about anyone dying in the home. His ghostie could be anyone, then: A Victorian builder who’d taken a tumble, a flapper girl who’d partied a tad too hard, a hapless victim of some modern serial killer who’d taken advantage of the place sitting abandoned for years to do a bit of light murdering.

With precisely zero context clues as to his new housemate’s identity, then, Remus embraces his remarkable talent of keeping up an entirely one-sided conversation as he works around the house the next few days, rambling about anything and everything related to the property he can think of, hoping something will pique the ghost’s interest. But besides a few more cold spots and flickering screens, the house remains stubbornly quiet. Maybe his ghost just needed a bit of help in communicating, though; drifting around an empty building with no one to talk to for the past god-knew-how-many years can’t have done good things to their incorporeal vocal cords.

Which brings him to Plan B: The infamous Ouija board, favorite tool of grifters and bullshit paranormalists everywhere.

And yet despite the makeshift, very high-budget seance he conducts with the two dollar board and the zero dollar candles he’s lovingly stolen from his brother, there’s once again no reply from beyond the veil besides a chill in the room that somehow radiates disapproval. Apparently his ghost isn’t a fan of pseudoscientific games any more than he is. At least they had standards, whoever they were.

But Remus is a stubborn bastard if he does say so himself, so on to Plan C it is. The used EMF meter he snags off of ebay has definitely seen better days, given the prominent crack across its screen, but the thing had been cheap and still seemed to work, so Remus wasn’t complaining. Fancy equipment was for fancy people, after all, and of all the things he’s ever been called, he’s positive fancy isn’t one of them. He sets up the device behind the tv, which still seems to intrigue his ghost every time it’s turned on, puts on the first show he can find, and forces himself to walk away. His little trap is set. Now all he has to do is bide his time pretending to busy himself unpacking a box of books in the next room—

He barely has the chance to register the tv screen flickering out of the corner of his eye before an ear-splitting shriek is rending the air, startling him so violently that he promptly drops a hefty tome on his foot.

“Shit,” he breathes, surging back into the living room, but the noise has already stopped just as suddenly as it began, replaced by a frigid chill permeating the room. Maybe he should have thought twice about scaring the resident phantom without first hiding any of his valuables. Hopefully he won’t wake up tomorrow to find his tv shattered. “It won’t hurt you,” he calls, though the EMF meter indicates a distinct lack of any supernatural presences. “It just makes noise to let me know when you’re nearby, yeah? Totally harmless.”

No response, but for once he doesn’t mind, not when there’s excitement dancing white-hot across his nerves. There really is a ghost or spirit or demon or something here, and he hasn’t just been imagining things.

Fuck, this house is single-handedly the coolest thing that’s ever happened to him, even if he does now have to worry about his haunting buddy getting a bit of revenge on him in the middle of the night.

But Remus survives safe and sound into the next day without so much as a supernatural scratch on his skin. Bloody payback didn’t seem like his ghost’s style anyways, not when their favorite activity seemed to be pressing as many buttons as possible on the tv remote at once. Curiosity is still nipping impatiently at his heels though, urging him to explore this latest avenue of potential communication more, so he sets up the EMF meter again, this time in the master bedroom where the spirit seems most inclined to spend time if the continued pacing in the middle of the night is anything to go by.

A brilliant plan, only minorly ruined by the fact that the device is nowhere to be found when he goes searching for it the next morning.

“Are you disappearing things, ghostie?” he asks the empty bedroom. “Gonna zap me into another dimension next?”

He’s joking, but as his hunt through the house reveals neither hide nor hair of the EMF meter, he can’t help but wonder. Had the ghost really just yeeted the thing into the ether? Or maybe it was right where he’d left it in the middle of the bedroom, but had been turned invisible like the spirit themself? What kind of ghostly superpowers did he even have, if any—

He comes to an abrupt halt as he emerges out the back door onto the porch, a laugh spilling past his lips as he surveys the myriad bits of metal and broken plastic strewn around him. Looks like he’s found his EMF meter. Apparently his ghost wasn’t nearly as endeared to this technology as he was anything with a screen. He glances up to the master bedroom window over his head, shading his eyes from the sun.

“Fair enough,” he calls, still fighting down amusement despite himself, and there’s the faintest shimmer in the air above the balcony, reminiscent of a heat mirage despite the cool morning air. “No more screeching little boxes.”

Left with zero information about his ghost’s identity, a useless Ouija board better repurposed as a doorstop, and the remains of his one piece of official ghost-hunting equipment, Remus concludes his only option is to embark on Plan D. Said plan isn’t so much an strategic approach as it is a wild hail mary to find any way to communicate with his ghost that didn’t involved hurling objects from balconies, as much fun as such an activity was, but then again, Plan D did sound delightfully dirty, so he’ll take the trade-off.

The internet, of course, is the place to turn to for highly questionable ghost advice, and it only takes a single google search to find message boards teeming with it. Half of it is clearly bullshit, he quickly discovers as he trawls through post after useless post, and the other half is baseless theories without any semblance of evidence to back them up, but just as he’s about to call it quits and move on to whatever the hell Plan E is, an old thread catches his eye.

‘Old Ghost Caught By Photography?’ the title reads, and Remus skims through the post, intrigued despite himself at the detailed claims the author had been able to capture the image of a Victorian spirit by using an antique camera and photography methods from the end of the nineteenth century. He pores over the attached images, searching for the slightest hint of photoshop or manipulation, but everything seems legit. And it made sense in some weird, probably illogical way, he supposes, that ghosts might only be spotted by using technology from their day and age—historical continuity in the metaphysical realm or some shit.

It’s the best lead he has after hours of searching, and really, he’s just spent a very hefty chunk of change buying a whole-ass house; what was the harm in dropping a few more dollars on some vintage photography equipment?

Which is precisely how he finds himself crammed into his makeshift darkroom in the tiny closet under the stairs several weeks later, holding his breath as he carefully begins to look through the latest batch of negatives he’s just finished processing. It had taken an obscene amount of research, a healthy dose of trial-and-error, and more than a few failures to figure out the intricacies of the dry plate photography process, but he’d gotten there in the end, even if the most he has to show for it is a few suspicious blurs in a couple of images.

Maybe this whole idea of capturing ghosts in photos was just as bullshit as the others, he muses as he examines yet another empty picture of the dining room, or maybe his ghost wasn’t from the same era as the camera he’d bought. Maybe his ghost simply didn’t want to have his photo taken, or maybe—

His train of thought abruptly derails as he picks up the next plate.

Holy shit. Holy shit.

The image is still a negative, the reversed colors lending a certain eeriness to the picture under the red darkroom lights, but there, right smack in the middle of the photo—a figure. An actual human figure, clear as day, looking right at the camera. Remus whoops, nearly knocking over a vial of chemicals with his elbow as he dances backwards in pure giddiness. Oh fuck yes , there is a ghost haunting the place. His ghost, now that he owns the house. His ghost who is…

He pauses, forcing himself to focus on the figure in the photo even as he feels like he’s about to vibrate right off of his bones with excitement. Spectacles, clean-shaven, dark hair neatly styled. Neat trousers, white shirt, trim waistcoat, and a decidedly fancy ascot, the whole ensemble distinctly old-fashioned. Victorian, then? Or Edwardian? Or some historical reenactor who’d met an untimely demise in costume? And it does seem to be an untimely demise; the man looks to be in his mid- to late-twenties, unless he’d found some ability to look whatever age he wanted in the afterlife.

Regardless, he can’t make himself focus on fashion for long. He has a ghost to talk to. Fighting his way out of the cramped closet, he bounds up the stairs, forcing himself to slow to a respectable jog as he darts into the master bedroom. He stops in the middle of the still-bare room, trying and utterly failing to keep his hopes in check.

“Hello? Ghostie?”

No response.

“Mr. Glasses and White Shirt?”

His skin prickles, the hair on the back of his neck raising. Aha. There he was.

“Hey, what’s up?” He turns in a slow circle, searching for any sign of his specter, any flicker of light off a spectacle lens or a flash of a shirtsleeve, but the room is as empty as ever.

“I have a photo if you’d like to see it.” Could ghosts not see themselves in mirrors or was that only vampire lore? And if he couldn’t see his own reflection, did the ghost even remember what he looked like?

He raises the picture, proferring the negative to the vacant room, and holds his breath. Nothing, for several long moments, and then the chill edges closer. Remus bites his lip, barely able to keep himself from bouncing on the balls of his feet at the prospect of a ghost being within arm’s reach.

“I wasn’t trying to be creepy or anything, I just wanted to see if you were real or if I needed to go check myself into a padded room, you know? I’m Remus, if I haven’t said that. What’s your name?”

Several more excruciatingly long moments that Remus is sure has to be the longest span of silence in history, then—

“Hello.”

The voice is thin and slightly hoarse, quiet enough that Remus has to strain to make it out, but it’s as unmistakably real as the form that flickers into existence right in front of his eyes, identical to the man in the photo. He’s distinctly transparent, the edges of him not quite defined, fuzzing out around the edges like the ambient glow of neon signs, but he’s here and he’s real and this is so fucking cool that Remus could keel over right here and now from excitement and join the ghost in wandering around the house for all eternity.

“Holy shit,” he breathes, because if there was ever a time for swearing, by god this is fucking it, and the spirit withdraws slightly, already guarded expression closing in further. “No no no, it’s good,” he rushes to assure him, resisting the urge to reach out and try to touch him. “Good holy shit. Complimentary holy shit.”

The ghost doesn’t seem entirely appeased, but he tilts his head slightly, something like curiosity sparking in his eyes as he evaluates Remus.

“Why are you not frightened of me?” he finally asks, and Remus has to fight back the absurd laugh bubbling up in his chest. He’s being questioned by a century-old ghost in the middle of his haunted home. Life really was delightfully freaky.

“No offense, man, but you’re not exactly terrifying. I mean, I’ve been here what? A solid month? And you haven’t even tried to pluck my eyeballs out or anything.”

Another unreadable pause. Is he just giving the spirit ideas? Were his eyes about to be forcibly unmarried from his skull à la eagles tearing out Prometheus’ liver?

“Do you want me to be afraid of you?” he asks after a further absolutely unbearable five seconds of silence.

“No,” the ghost admits after a moment of clear hesitation, “but previous residents certainly have not appreciated my presence here.”

Remus scoffs. “That’s their problem. Some of us are smarter than that.”

The other man’s head tilt deepens, something akin to puzzlement furrowing his brow, as if he can’t fathom why having a ghost is actually the most badass shit on the face of the planet.

“Can I ask you some questions?” Remus asks, exhilaration still racing along the underside of his skin so intensely that he can barely stand it. “You can ask me whatever you want, too.”

The ghost nods, although he still seems cautious as one hand fiddles absently with his ascot. “I suppose that would be alright.”

Twenty questions with an undead spirit. Remus’ life really was getting better by the minute.

“Did you used to live here?”

“I did, many years ago.”

“Did you own the place?”

“At one point in time, yes. It was truly a beautiful house in its day, and a wonderful place to reside.”

Oh fuck yes. If having an old-timey ghost who can give him historically accurate advice about restoring the house isn’t the coolest fucking thing that’s ever happened to him, he isn’t sure what is. He has half a mind to start grilling him on paint colors and wallpaper prints and the original hardwood, but—

“Did you die here?”

The words are blurting out of his mouth without even bothering to detour through his brain on the way out, burning curiosity eclipsing any thought that perhaps asking about death isn’t exactly acceptable ghost etiquette. He barely has time to register the change in the spirit’s expression, the visceral upset written across his features clear as day, before he’s gone in between one breath and the next, vanishing back into whatever thin air he’d come from and leaving nothing but a biting chill in his wake.

Shit shit shit. He’s finally gotten the ghost to trust him enough to show up and talk and then he’s gone and ruined it within the span of two minutes all because he had all the self-control of a sieve trying to retain water.

“Wait,” he calls, casting about in vain. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.” Well, apparently his subconscious had, but that hadn’t been his intention. “Please come back. You can ask me as many invasive questions as you like.” Nothing. “You can haunt me for revenge, if you want.” Utter silence. “Are you gonna hurl me off the balcony like my EMF meter?”

There he goes again, giving the specter ideas, although really, being yeeted out of a window by a ghost would be a damn cool end if he does say so himself. He lingers in the room for several long minutes, forcing himself to keep quiet lest he miss the spirit’s hushed voice, but there’s nothing but the faint sound of a bird twittering outside.

“Alright,” he finally relents, disappointment pooling in his stomach as he glances down at the photography plate still in his hand, the negative serving as indisputable evidence that the encounter hadn’t just been a fever dream. He’ll find a way to make things right with the ghost somehow, one way or another. He has to. “Just come spook me if you change your mind.”

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dialovers-translations · 1 year ago

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Shin Maniac [05]

ー The scene starts in the guest room at the Tsukinami manor

Shin: ( ...I haven’t heard anything back from Nii-san. )

( He’s never been this late to give out his orders... )

( Don’t tell me he’s hesitating on what to do...? )

( Or alternatively, Eindzeit hasーー )

ー Yui walks up to him

Yui: ...Shin-kun?

Shin: ...Yes?

Yui: Your tea will go cold. Could it be...Would you have preferred another flavor?

Shin: Aahーー My bad. I was just a bit lost in thought, that’s all.

Yui: ( Shin-kun...He seems kind of down. )

*Groooowl*

Shin: Hm? ...Could it be Nii-san?

*Flip*

Shin: Aahーー It’s this one, huh?

Yui: ...? It’s not from Carla-san?

Shin: Yeah, seems like it. ...

*Flip*

Shin: ーー Go pack your things at once. We’re heading back to the Demon World.

Yui: Eh...?

Shin: No buts. We’re short on time so get to it.

Yui: ( I can’t believe he suddenly decided to go back to the Demon World...What could have happened? )

Selection

→ Ask why

Yui: Hey, Shin-kun. Why are we going back to the Demon World all of a sudden?

Carla-san hasn’t given you any orders yet, has he?

Shin: Haah...So what? I’ll make sure to do as he says as soon as I get a message from him.

But I have a plan too. I hope you realize that.

Yui: ( R-Right... )

→ Don’t ask anything (❦)

Yui: ( I’m sure Shin-kun has a plan. )

( I’m sure he has a good reason for not telling me why. )

( I probably shouldn’t try to pry into it, huh? )

Shin: Heeh...So you won’t ask any questions?

Yui: Eh...?

Shin: ...Nah. I figured you’d understand.

Shin: Come on, I’ll leave you behind if you dawdle.

Yui: ...!! One secーー

ー Kino suddenly walks into the room

Kino: ーー Hey there. Sorry, am I interrupting something?

Yui: ...!

Shin: ...Aah, you’re finally here.

Kino: Ahaha, did you miss me that much? I feel honored...

Shin: You wish.

Kino: ...Ouch. Hey, you didn’t forget to ask your beloved brother his answer to the thing we discussed the other day, did you?

Yui: ( His answer, to the thing from the other day...? Does that mean Shin-kun went to see Kino-kun...? )

Shin: We can call the whole thing off if you can’t wait.

Kino: Eeh? So you haven’t heard back from him yet. ...What a shame.

...Oh well. But I don’t have forever, so hit me up as soon as possible.

Also...If you end up rejecting my offer, I believe it should go without saying that you’ll make it onto my hit list as well.

Yui: Hit list...?

Kino: They’ll become prey. In this Demon hunt.

Yui: ...!

Kino: Okay, see you later. Make sure...to keep what I said in mind.

ー Kino leaves again

Shin: ...

ー The scene shifts to the outside of the Tsukinami manor

Kino: Hm...This kind of smells fishy. I wonder what that idiot is thinking...?

Hey, Yuuri. What do you think?

ー Yuuri walks up to him

Yuuri: ...I believe it would be best to wait and see for now.

Kino: I think so as well. In that case...I want you to follow them once they’ve left.

Yuuri: Roger.

Monologue

Since I was completely unaware,

that the two of them met up to discuss something,

I could not hide my bewilderment (動揺),

when the words ‘Demon hunt’ fell from Kino-kun’s lips.

What exactly did they talk about...?

And what are Kino-kun and his comrades,

hoping to achieve (目的) by hunting down Demons?

Amidst a state of confusion,

I tried my best to make sense of everything...

For now, I did as Shin-kun told me to,

and packed my stuff.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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obsidiaspell · 1 year ago

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Chapter 3: The Bitter Truth

Yes I am continuing this, yes it is because of the one person who liked all my MoL posts. @lady-without-name this is for you

Here we go again, insert meme.

Warding honestly sounds like such an interesting subject, I relate to having a teacher that sucks at teaching though, discrete mathematics my beloved. Syrokian highlands - yes the government wants you to know how to work here, wink wink. Oh what I would not give for just a novel of Zach and Zorian being a part of an expedition meant to establish an outpost in the Northern Forest.

ah once again we are foreshadowing Zach being a time-traveller. You know I remember reading this the first time, I was unfortunately a bit spoiled because it literally said in the description of the book there is a timelooper present. I wonder if I would have figured it out myself.

Yeah he still can't do female voices. I am really dunking on the narrator a lot aren't I? I would switch to just reading it, but and audiobook is so convenient tho.

Zorian searching for a word throuple lmao. At least he knows when to stay in his own lane, I like that about him. "He did nothing to me, I am not going to get him into trouble."

No, he could detect no disapproval in posture, and he was pretty sure she’d be rather annoyed if she sensed his plans. explain to me once again Mister Kazinski how you absolutely cannot be an empath?

You want them to learn 10 dances in one week? I barely learned 10 dances when I had my dancing lessons in several months?

I can relate to not wanting to have a relationship with a classmate because the rest of the class would make it unbearable, god I am remembering high school now. "I am nobody! A third son of a minor merchant family from the middle of nowhere." - muahahaha, oh the sweet power of hindsight

Yeah, Zach is a prime protagonist hero material, but he is gonna need you, isn't he?

OK this right here was a moment Ilsa lost me, I hate, hate I tell you, when a child (he is fifteen, it counts) tells you something is bothering them, they have a problem with something you listen. Even if he didn't have empathy headache and it was just some plain old social anxiety this approach vexes me so much! I get headaches too blah blah blah. Her getting Akoja to go with him, is problematic at best. I know she has a crush, but still if he says he doesn't want a day why force him?

and of course, the wise ones know this is not at all Benisek's fault, but our time traveler pulling the strings

Aah fortov comes on the scene. I am kind of curious how that really went down, you know the whole purple creeper patch thing. But we are about to see Kael, our first time loop ally.

This chapter does a good job of setting up some things for later and how Zorian feels about his place in society and the greater world, as in he does not want the world to care about him at all.

#mother of learning #MoL #MoL_again #zorian kazinski #zach noveda

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fruit-of-infidelity · 2 years ago

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♱ DIABOLIK LOVERS: Haunted Dark Bridal ー Sakamaki Ryuuto | Ecstasy 05 ♱

⌜ Scene: Flashback ー Yui's Bedroom ⌟

ー Richter is spoiling Cordelia with affection. ー

Richter: Chu. Chu…

Yui: Hmph.

Richter: Something troubling you, beloved? Shall I hold you closer?

Yui: Hold what? This scrawny body?

Deciding on an orphaned baby like you did… What kind of a vessel does this make?

I don’t think I’ll ever feel at ease in this body as it is, and I’ll need to alter my closet to accommodate such a lack of figure, too.

( Ouch. I’m right here, you know...! )

Richter: …! I deeply apologise for your dissatisfaction.

In time, though, I have no doubts that you will adjust it as you see fit.

And, despite that… your radiance shines through regardless, Cordelia.

I can’t help but find myself longing for you, even with this appearance. You remain my beloved, the Demon Lord’s daughter, no matter the vessel.

Yui: What’s that? You mean that, Richter?

Richter: Every word.

Yui: Well, it’s easy enough to just say that, isn’t it? Why don’t you prove it?

Richter: …Fufu.

Yui: ( That hungry look in his eyes is frightening! )

If you have no problem worshipping me as I am, Richter, go ahead.

( No, don’t let him do that! Not with… )

( With my body…! )

Richter: May I? Chu… Chu. Mm…

ー The flashback ends, but the scene remains in Yui’s Room. ー

ー Cordelia appears to be freshening up, humming. ー

Yui: Hmm, hmm〜.

Much better; Some colour on these pale cheeks really does wonders.

( I can’t believe you… )

Ooh! So, you are still here?

You went a little quiet whilst Richter was here. You missed the show.

I was beginning to think you disappeared for good on me. I was almost getting a little lonely without you nagging me like usual, ufufu.

( How could you do that with my body?! )

( With… With someone like Richter-san!? )

I thought you’d know better by now that I can do as I please.

This body belongs to me, entirely. With the lacklustre condition you left it in, the least you can do is let me explore it as I see fit.

Richter was here to help with that〜

( Ryuuto-san was… )

( Supposed to be my one and only, with that sort of thing… )

…Aah? “One and only”?

So, that’s how it is… I think I’ve finally pieced it together, nfu.

You love him.

( …! That’s… )

━─┉┈◈ Selection ◈┈┉─━

　　❈ Tell the truth (♥)

Yui: ( Is that right? Is this… love? )

Admit it. You do, don’t you?

( I… )

( Love Ryuuto-san... )

( Yes, I do…! And what of it? )

　　❈ Deny it

Yui: ( Love? Ryuuto-san? )

( It’s nothing like that at all... )

What’s with the brave face? The more you deny it, the more obvious it is.

( Well…! I don’t love Ryuuto-san…!! )

( Do I…? )

━━─┉┈┈◈◉◈┈┈┉─━━

Ufufufu!! That’s hilarious!

In that case… Don’t tell me you had hope than anything would come out of it!? Do you really think he’d like someone like you in return?

( Y-You… have no idea how Ryuuto-san feels! )

Ohh, this is too good. You’re truly pitiful, fabricating affection out of thin-air!

Even if there was some ounce of truth in what you’re saying, once you finally disappear from this body, he’ll forget all about you, fufu.

( I won’t let that happen…! This is my body. I’ll find some way out. )

Even if you did, he’ll leave you before you know it.

The only reason you’re here, after all, is because of me; Without me, he’d quickly loose interest in you. He’s always been transparent about that.

I’m only looking out for you by telling you, you know. From one woman to another, it’s best if you give up now, and save yourself the heartache.

( I can’t do that…! )

Do you think you’re special? Is that what it is?

The only woman he’ll ever love has already won.

( You… You don’t know Ryuuto-san… )

Nfu, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

( I… I won’t be thrown aside! )

( I… won’t be… )

⌜Monologue⌟

ーー She can’t be right. That awful woman can’t be right.

Every part of me has been tainted (染まった) by her wickedness.

My blood, my body, my soul.

All that is left for her to shred to pieces is my hope.

Dear God… Noーー

Ryuuto-san (リュウトさん). Please know in your heart that no matter the things she says,

I won’t despair, I can’t despair…

Not until I hear those same words from your mouth too, will I accept them.

Yet still, there’s something deep in my heart that wonders…

If Cordelia may be right.

✥ TO BE CONTINUED ✥

─────── ≪ °♛° ≫ ───────

← [ ✥ Ecstasy 04 ✥ ] ⎥ [ ✥ Ecstasy 06 ✥ ] →

#ryuuto sakamaki #sakamaki ryuuto #ryuuto sakamaki route #sakamaki ryuuto route #ryuuto route #haunted dark bridal #haunted dark bridal ecstasy #Diabolik Lovers #diabolik lovers oc #hdbryuutoecstasy05

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suspendedinbush · 2 years ago

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hiiihihihihi hiii youuuu simmy my beloved loml you i juuust watched howl's moving castle for the first time tday (ik appalling srry) but the entire tim i was thinkinng abt you my beloved and now i want to know abt yr r/s au <33 as much details as you dont mind saying pls <333 bc i was thinking like it would actually!! work sooo well for them ike r being not that conventionally attractive , and growing old w/a big nose while s still finds him just soooo pretty and also being dramatically vian himself AND swallowing! a STAR! and having a heavy heart that belongs to remus like itys sooooo it fits sooo well, but Also howl being a welshman is making me think it could work either way too! esp w/the turning into a crow thing paralleling werewolf tranforms and sirius instead being the son of a mother who would sell him out like sophie im!!!!!! i also know yr basing the au sorta on the book so im wondering which roles ud see fit instead! but aah im just my brain is so abuzz im so excited for whatever u plan to do however u plan to do it! this got wayy too long srry love u MWAH

LAYLA OMG!! firstly hi hi hi hello love <33 SECOND YOU WATCHED IT!!! ahhh having a little party in celebration also tell me everything what did you think??? (i'm running into your inbox right now just so you know!) and you thought of me…literally handing you my heart on a silver platter!! MWAH yours forever <333

also okay the au… (under the cut because minor spoilers and also this is so fucking long)

it definitely started as like taking direct inspiration from the book with a few nods to the movie (like the walking on air scene because obviously) but it’s evolved a lot in the past months mostly because i felt that my sophie-remus wasn’t remus enough and needed a more remus-like journey and destination in the story (not sure any of this will make sense with absolutely no context about what i’ve actually written), and then adapting the story to fit r/s more in tone (i.e the war, queerness, rejection from society etc) i got carried away and things have expanded a lot. i would still say a lot more book inspiration than movie, stuff like michael's character (rather than markl) and the minor details that the movie brushed over, like sophie’s sisters & fanny & the ben sullivan+prince justin story line, i’ve kept from the book but there are definitely some things that i knew i would change that directly contradict:

firstly and the MOST crucial detail for me, remus isn’t secretly pretty all along!! like this is the thesis of the entire au actually, it’s not an ugly duckling arc! he doesn’t break the curse to be young and beautiful again but with more self-confidence, he’s just not conventionally attractive full stop. he’s plain if not ‘ugly’ and in no way particularly impressive, he’s only 18 and hasn’t even allowed himself the space to start figuring shit out. sirius falls in love with him while he’s old with no knowledge of what remus really looks like because knowing that appearance just wasn’t even a factor in s desiring and falling for him revolutionises remus’s view of himself and his assumptions about who sirius is and also…

sirius as howl is not really that vain! this might be a spoiler, but i'd say one of the big theme’s in the au is that everyone is lying and no-one is who they appear to be and/or especially who they SAY they are and it’s remus’s assumption that sirius cares a lot about looks and would only fall in love with someone equally beautiful. howl’s vanity & concern for his looks makes sense for book howl and that story, but i wanted them to be more r/s than howl and sophie so in the au sirius’s flashy clothes and hours spent in the bathroom are more about self-expression, queerness and non-conformity, the contrast of remus struggling with otherness, not fitting in and his failed masculinity (poor baby is too sickly for the draft :/ ) and sirius being so extravagant, rocking the boat, rejecting expectations for his masculinity and flourishing—as in he literally builds a moving castle and lives on the fringes doing whatever he likes and running from/against authority (also should mention the working title for the au is 'Sirius Black’s Moving Castle for Misfits and Runaway Curse Victims').

in terms of roles i do feel like sirius is the natural howl but i did consider what r as howl would be like, i think there is something to work off with howl’s insecurity and one BIG trait being a slither-outer and a coward…very r if you ask me, but at the end of the day i don't think sirius as sophie works and remus-howl would change his character and role in the story by a lot to make it fit...

like howl’s personality by itself is sort of neither r nor s, there are similar and contradicting traits, the vanity and cowardice being the most un-sirius but (maybe a spoiler here) even in the book it’s up for interpretation how much these traits are really howl or instead a symptom of lacking a heart or even a deliberate front. so it was quite an easy adjustment in terms of sirius doing the same howl actions but with slightly different more sirius-like motivations, whereas for R as howl i don’t think you could get him to act the same way.

not sure that makes sense but i think the howl-sirius parallel works because his role in the story is much much more suited to S, like you could write an R-howl playing up the insecurity and the slither-outer trait but to me there isn’t really a story there, like where would it go…because howl is already very comfortable in his position outside polite society: he breaks convention ostentatiously, relishes in mainstream disapproval for standing out and enjoys and actively encourages his terrible reputation (for heart-eating, draft-dodging and other failings in his character). once you give reason for the apparent vanity and cowardice, howl as the prodigy who couldn’t care less about living up to expectations is perfect for sirius.

the thing about sophie's step-mother is that both dwj and miyazaki refuse to write antagonists without nuance, there isn't a clear villain like you WILL empathise with everybody—and with sophie’s step-mother especially, she’s worse in the book until she’s not! despite sophie being so lonely and unhappy at home, the story is about overcoming her own fatalistic worldview and internal feelings of worthlessness & inadequacy rather than an external battle. her family especially her sisters care a lot about her and do want the best for her even if it’s sometimes misguided but sophie has to learn to stand up for herself and stop putting everyone else first (hello martyr complex). AND there's a lot of repression (which goes to remus like water to a fish), even allowing herself to want things out of life, like it literally takes her being cursed to be an old woman and being so ashamed of her predicament and having no other choice for her to finally leave her suffocating home because she is so afraid of challenging the world head on (which is sort of antithetical to sirius).

so yeah then with sophie-sirius not working… like it’s possible to write her family and the hat shop to imitate the blacks but the problem for me is the characters themselves are basically opposites so you’d have to abandon one entirely and it would either be a completely different story to hmc or a completely different character to sirius… (also talking about the characters i mean book howl and sophie but i honestly can’t remember what’s different/missing in the movie??)

and really remus was ALWAYS the perfect sophie to me like in the wip he’s certain that in failing to be a strong, healthy, beautiful perfect specimen of a young man who can fight for the country, instead being sick, unattractive + the nebulous but undeniable fact of his queerness means there’s some innate monstrosity or wrongness about him, and being rejected by his peers has confirmed it, so he represses, withering away hiding in the dark and it’s a mixture of thinking ‘there is nothing better out there nor am i capable or deserving of any better, this is my lot in life and i’ll make do’ that keeps him there. UNTIL he’s forced to leave and comes across sirius who has made a life for himself on his own terms and on the outside seems to have everything: beauty, talent, confidence, freedom but is very flamboyantly throwing people’s admiration & acceptance (everything that remus covets) back in their faces.

in the story sophie is quite resentful of howl in a similar way remus is of sirius (here and in canon i think) and like sophie, he ‘knows’ that he’s a nobody with no future and just expects to fail. also the hat shop is much more remus’s natural environment, exhibit service worker R: ‘he was little more than a puppet in grey felt—marionette strings binding him tightly to the shop, a little flimsy and worn through in places from dancing around for customers all day long. A walking, talking, hat-fetching piece of furniture.’

sooo those are my thoughts on the casting obviously just my opinion and personal thoughts on r/s. oh and the turning into the crow thing and being corrupted by magic, it wasn’t in the book but i have incorporated it only with a different character…and someone turns into a dog also not sirius...other quick points about the wip: peter has a big part in this might be obvious who as but he’s so fun in this one, petunia is also a sympathetic character, Hope is long dead (as per), Lyall dies in the first few sentences and Andromeda has more lines than James i think. i didn’t use the whole multi-verse plot line from the book, we’re in an approximate uk somewhere between 1910s and 40s but it’s more a vibe than a time period because magic and wizards are well integrated with the culture, politics and technology etc, Market Chipping & The Waste are in the Scottish highlands (so Scottish Remus and Lily), Sirius is not from Wales unfortunately but someone does live there (also if ur interested in the book i would highly recommend listening to the audiobook to get the full of effect of Howl’s accent). and the star swallowing/giving away his heart!! it's a major plot point so i won’t say too much about that but THAT SCENE….the one with howl in the field with the shooting stars!! yeah i’m so so excited about it, it’s sooo fitting for what i have planned and only another reason why sirius just couldn’t NOT be howl!

#so umm not sure if you were expecting an essay there...#did not realise i had sooo much to say but you've basically got all the details now in one long exhaustive post!#and NO WAY any message from you could be too long layla i'm literally a pomegranate-pill devotee!! obsessed with all ur thoughts #and so grateful you want to share yours+hear mine! literally ADORE you for giving me the excuse to rant about hmc like this <33 #and actually a few more things i redesigned the castle to better suit sirius’s backstory…#sooo many floorpans were drawn #and i changed the ages/birthdays a little bit but they were chosen carefully because obviously astrology reasons #so remus is 18 and sirius is just 1 year older than him (instead of 26)#(also the remus birth chart…i did completely forget about it for a few weeks but it's on it's way!!!)#AND #sbmc #<- this is the tag now!#layla tag

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saybiwithme · 1 year ago

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💙

Aah Rach! Thank you for this! ❤️

I still currently have only five fics but I’m working on having more done soon.

But I’ll list my faves that I’ve finished!

emerald star in the sky aka my beloved will fic. It’s pretty much in Eddie’s perspective and I love it a lot.

I could take you aka my first buddie smut that I gifted to @cowboydiazes ❤️ It surrounds the kitchen scene back in season 3.

Touch my heart (and let it rest) aka Buck and Eddie talk about the shooting.

#asks #rach tag #buddie fic

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lorei-writes · 1 year ago

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for the ask game!!!

Who’s your favorite character you’ve written?

Do you have any writing advice you want to share?

What’s your favorite writing compliment you’ve gotten?

is there a deleted scene/idea you wish you could have included? Why did it get cut?

!! Chaos!! Hello and welcome, thanks for dropping by!!!

41. Who’s your favorite character you’ve written?

I have three.

Masamune, because beloved. I could squeeze him into hundreds of scenarios and would never have enough. Ultimate comfort right there, and... I may be fairly confident in the way I write him, considering that I theorised certain things about his motivations and personality overall, only to have those confirmed once Act II got released. (Not to say that my interpretation is perfectly canon-compliant. I tend to most enjoy situations that allow for his softer side to shine.)

Asra, because he's a sweetheart, I love his design, and he opens up sooo many opportunities for the exploration of the world of magic. I adore the dynamic he has with my OC, and, aah. They're just goofy and sweet?

And lastly, Chevalier. Probably for all the wrong reasons.

The thing with him is that... Chevalier is presented as a genius, and I wouldn't necessarily disagree with that. He's supposedly this fearsome flawless person, and MC only reinforces this notion. She seems to believe that he can do anything he sets his mind to and I'd say she admires him.

I enjoy pairing him up with my OC, Esther. Not necessarily to undermine the way he is written in canon, but to explore scenarios that are less likely to occur there, partially due to Esther's personal circumstances, partially because of the way she views him, and partially because of the way her understanding of emotion affects their dynamics. In her eyes, he's a devilishly intelligent grump with his own personal brand of social awkwardness. She sees his talents, but doesn't write off his flaws as "just the way geniuses are"... And I could probably write a whole lot more here, but let's end it with one more sentence. She sees him as a flawed man, and it is exactly that flawed person that she loves.

79. Do you have any writing advice you want to share?

I may have a couple?

Writing is a bit like a game of broken telephone. Your understanding of your work comes from within your mind. Meanwhile, the reader is supplied only with what you've written. Did you express your idea clearly? Were there moments when your reader didn't know who was talking, what was happening, or was just lost? Would somebody outside your head be able to follow your paragraphs? Were you skipping some vital information? Sometimes it is good to let a work rest so that you can forget about parts of it. It may give you a bit of an outside perspective.

"Good" is a garbage bag of a term. It can contain many things. Define your goals clearly. If you cannot explain what precisely your "good" entails, don't beat yourself up over not being "good enough".

It is counterproductive to worry about a quality of a work that hasn't even been written. Time spent on something imperfect is not wasted -- all experiences are invaluable sources of information. All that matters is taking from them.

Yes, somebody will enjoy it, even if that somebody is just you. It still counts.

72. What’s your favorite writing compliment you’ve gotten?

Oh. This lightly scratches something I've been thinking about recently.

I have several comments I go back to every now and again. But... I suppose what it all boils down to would be a rather simple "I really enjoy your ideas".

62. In [insert fic], is there a deleted scene/idea you wish you could have included? Why did it get cut?

Okay, no fic in particular got mentioned, so I suppose any fic is good.

Hmm... Overall, no. However, I remember being a little pouty sometimes while writing Trials and Tribulations, because the direction which was voted in wasn't the one I was hoping for, haha.

Ask game.

#answered #a-chaotic-dumbass #long post #ask game

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mikadosekimura · 1 month ago

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B-PROJECT KAIKAN* EVERYDAY CARD STORY Mikado Sekimura SSR 「BIRTHDAY PARTY」

「Yes! That's what's embarrassing! It's like someone saw me in the middle of my transformation!」

01 MOONS APARTMENT

A&R: --and that's your schedule for next week, I'll do my all to be there as much as possible.

Kazuna: Thankyou.

A&R: Last thing, is it okay if I talk to Mikado-san about his work?

Mikado: Yes, of course. Am I on this job alone?

A&R: Yes, I think you will be very pleased with it. Here is the proposal.

Mikado: (flips page) Aah, this is…..!

Hikaru: What, what?

Mikado: Isn't this 「Mysterious Detective Agatha」 !

A&R: Yes, you've been offered to be a guest voice actor for the annual movie version of the anime series 「Mysterious Detective Agatha」!

Mikado: …..ha!! I'm going to star in the movie version of Agatha!?

A&R: Yes!

Hikaru: Mikachi, seiyuu work is amazing! I used to watch that anime as a kid too!

Momotaro: Ah, I know that one too.

Mikado: It's a nationally loved anime! Agatha with an IQ of 180, solves difficult cases with flawed reasoning, it's story is truly spectacular!

I'd get so excited to watch this anime every week, to think I'd get to star in it……

A&R: Recording will start next month, on the first day there will be a public recording session with the press.

Mikado: Umm…… the first day will be January the 25th?

Kazuna: Ah. isn't that Mikado's birthday?

Mikado: Yep, that's right! It's perfect present for someone like me who is loved by 2D!

A&R: (Mikado-san, he looks very happy……)

Momotaro: Good for you, Mika.

Tatsuhiro: If it goes well, the day where you can perform together with your beloved Mamirin may come.

Mikado: Tatsu-dono, that's not so.

Tatsuhiro: What's the difference?

Mikado: To perform alongside Mamirin, do you really understand what that means?

Tatsuhiro: Hah? I obviously meant working alongside the seiyuu's.

Hikaru: Ah! I know~! You mean the person inside right?

Mikado: THERE IS NO PERSON INSIDE OF MAMIRIN!! There are certainly voice actors who breathe life into voices however, Mamirin herself is an existence of the world in which she lives in.

It's not that easy to perform together with people, with the world that we exist in!!

Tatsuhiro: A, ah……I see.

A&R: (Everyone is overwhelmed by Mikado-san's passionate speech……)

Momotaro: Mika, I understand but calm down a little.

Hikaru: Right, right! Let's take a deep breath.

Mikado: How could I not be excited by this! I'll give it my absolute all, so please look forward to it!

Tatsuhiro: Hah….. You seem pretty excited.

Kazuna: Mikado. Don't get too excited during the recording.

A&R: (He seems motivated, but I'm starting to get a little worried…)

02 DRESSING ROOM

A&R: (Today's variety show is a sports competition, so everyone will have to be careful not to injure themselves.) (MooNs will all be coming from different locations so let's wait in the dressing room.)

Momotaro: You were betraying me?

A&R: (Eh…..)

Mikado: Fufufu. Looks like you've fallen right into my hands, Agatha. …..Momotasu, can I try that one again?

Momotaro: I got it ……Ah A&R

Mikado: A&R-san, good work today!

A&R: Good work, I see you're already here.

Momotaro: Aah, Mika and I finished our work pretty quickly.

Mikado: So I had some free time, so I've had Momotasu accompany me in reading 「Mysterious Detective Agatha」

A&R: I see.

Momotaro: Whenever Mika has free time he usually practices dubbing.

A&R: That much….. you're enthusiastic.

Mikado: Yes, he plays an important role, He is the enemy but at first he deceives Agatha and pretends to be her ally, so he is a character with two sides.

I can't give a careless performance and I can't ruin such an important scene, so I want to practice properly before the recording.

A&R: (Mikado-san is currently not enjoying himself, he's taking his role too seriously.) With all of this practice I'm sure you'll do great!

Mikado: I do hope so……

A&R: Eh……

Mikado: ……

A&R: Mikado-san……?

Mikado: No, all you need is practice!

Momotaro: Aah, that's right, I'll be happy to do it as much as you'd like, so just tell me.

Mikado: Momotasu! Thankyou very much!

Momotaro: About what I said earlier, why don't you try and raise the tone of your voice a bit?

Mikado: I see. That seems more uplifting, let's try that next.

A&R: (Although he soon returned to his normal self……) (It's also his first time with something like this, and he's also doing a public recording, so maybe he's a little nervous.)

03 VARIETY SHOW RECORDING

Hikaru: Argh! I'm so frustrated-! We were so close-!

Kazuna: It's a shame. We have one more go, so lets do our best!

Hikaru: We just have to get pumped up-! Mikachi, we'll definitely win next time!

Mikado: That's right.

A&R: (Huh? Normally Mikado-san would join Hikaru-kun in livening things up at a time like this……) (He seems to be a bit quiet today….)

A&R: Mikado-san……!

Mikado: Huh, A&R-san, is something the matter?

A&R: As soon as we went on break, you returned to the dressing room by yourself, which made me worried…… During the recording as well, you seemed to be singing less than usual……

Mikado: ….I can't hide anything from A&R-san

A&R: Could it be you're not feeling well……

Mikado: No, it's about my health though. Well, since the recording is coming up soon, I'm worried that if I speak too loudly I might hurt my throat…….

A&R: Is that so……. (He seems to feel more pressure than most because he's working on an anime that he loves so much…….)

Mikado: However we have jobs to do as usual, I don't wish to be a nuisance to everyone.

A&R: I don't think anyone would find it annoying. I don't believe you have to do everything perfectly. I think it's okay for you to set your priorities for what you consider to be top priority right now?

Mikado: A&R-san, Thankyou very much. But my work with MooNs is also important so there is no way for me to be able to rank them in priority.

I'm sorry for making you worry. When recording resumes, I'll make sure to liven up the show! I'll take home all the prizes and all of the laughter!

A&R: Ah, Mikado-san…..g! (He's gone……)

Kazuna: If we win here, it'll be a comeback.

Hikaru: OKAY-! Let's aim for perfection!

Mikado: Of course!!

A&R: (Mikado-san, you're not holding back your voice now. You look so worried……)

Presenter: MooNs team, how confident are you?

Momotaro: Very!

Tatsuhiro: I'll definitely win and get the prize!

Presenter: Wow, that's plenty of spirit~!

A&R: (…..In times like these, Mikado-san speaks up, but the usually more reserved Momo-kun and Nome-san speak up more proactively.) (Perhaps to stop Mikado from having to talk……?)

Mikado: Momotasu, Tatsu-dono……

04 PUBLIC RECORDING DAY

A&R: Mikado-san, the public post recording is finally here, are you feeling okay?

Mikado: Yes, I'm perfect! I've been practicing hard for this day.

A&R: (Thank goodness. As always he looks relaxed.)

(…….That's right, I'll give it to him now.) Mikado-san, Happy Birthday. If you'd like, please take this.

Mikado: Is this a birthday present!?

A&R: Yes. Honey candy and some items for throat care. It's nothing special……

Mikado: Not at all! It's the No.1 thing that I'm the happiest about right now! Can I have some candy now?

A&R: Of course.

Mikado: Mm, this seems good for the throat. It's sweet and delicious. A&R-san, Thankyou so much. I feel more confident now.

A&R: (Mikado-san looks really good today.) Mikado-san you'll be okay! Have confidence and do your best!

Mikado: Fufu

A&R: ? What's the matter?

Mikado: Nothing….. actually, a member of the team told me the exact same thing this morning. I was told to have confidence and everything would go well, it was reassuring to know that even if I'm working alone, there are other members who are supporting me from behind the scenes like this.

A&R: Yes, that's right.

Staff: Sekimura-san, please stand by!

Mikado: Oops, is it almost time?

A&R: All I can do is watch from over here, but I'm rooting for you.

Mikado: Thankyou very much! Here I go!

A&R: Yes!

Staff: Sekimura-san you can enter now!

Mikado: Good morning! Let's work together today!

A&R: (You look so confident and reliable Mikado-san, do your best!)

05 OUTSIDE AT NIGHT

A&R: Thankyou for your hard work in the public recording! Mikado-san's passionate performance livened up the interview!

Mikado: No, well I was nervous, but it was a valuable experience and I enjoyed it.

A&R: You didn't seem nervous at all. You we're so confident it was hard to believe that this was your first time working as a voice actor.

Mikado: Fufu, please don't praise me too much. But I'm really glad we were able to finish the first day of recording without any problems.

A&R: It's all thanks to MooNs' support.

Mikado: That's right. Thankyou A&R-san for your support.

A&R: No, It was all thanks to Mikado-san's hard work.

Mikado: …..This time, I think I showed my uncool side to A&R-san and the other members.

A&R: Uncool side, don't say something like that...…

Mikado: A&R-san noticed during the variety show recording the other day, right?

A&R: Ah......

Mikado: I can't cause trouble to anyone. I have to carry out my job perfectly.

…….or, so I thought but I was completely saved. But if you have friends nearby who can help you and you don't consult them, you're not a good enough member.

A&R: The MooNs members understood how Mikado-san felt, so they supported you from behind the scenes without saying a word.

Mikado: Yes! That's what's embarrassing! It's like someone saw me in the middle of my transformation!

A&R: Your, transformation?

Mikado: Yes, Heroes undergo change without even being noticed!

A&R: (Fufu. Mikado-san, he looks frustrated but more than that, he looks like he has a sense of accomplishment.)

MOONS APARTMENT

Mikado: I've returned home!

Momotaro: Mika, welcome back.

Mikado: Oooh, to be greeted by Momotasu, today must be my lucky day!

Kazuna: Good work today. A&R-san why don't you come inside too? Were going to celebrate Mikado's birthday now.

A&R: Thankyou. I'll come inside then.

(Wow, there's lots of cakes and treats...…)

Mikado: This all looks delicious!

Hikaru: It's Mikachi's birthday after all! Look forward to a special dinner with Pii-chan!

Tatsuhiro: Also, congratulations on your debut as a voice actor. Todays public recording session went well right?

Mikado: Of course! My performance had the people around me bursting into tears.

Tatsuhiro: No, that's an exaggeration.

Mikado: Fufu, that's just how well it went.

Momotaro: I knew Mika would be okay.

Mikado: …...Momotasu, Tatsu-dono, Thankyou very much for the other day.

Tatsuhiro: Hm? What do you mean?

Mikado: Eh...….

Hikaru: Hey hey, I'm so hungry I can't handle it any longer~~! Let's get the party started~~!

A&R: (Nobody's going to mention the variety show from the other day.)

Momotaro: Happy birthday, Mika.

Kazuna: Congratulations on the success of the public recording session.

Hikaru: Double congrats!!

Tatsuhiro: Congratulations, you got a good start on your birthday.

Mikado: (Blushing) Tuuunk! Thankyou so much everyone! I wish I could treat you all in return!

A&R: (Mikado-san looks happy. I'm sure this experience has strengthened the bond between MooNs.)

★ I believe 「Mysterious Detective Agatha」 is a reference to the real anime series 「アガサ・クリスティーの名探偵ポワロとマープル」(Agatha Christie's Great Detectives Poirot and Marple) which is based on the book Poirot And Marple by Agatha Christie.

#B-PROJECT #BPROJECT #BPRO #Bプロ #釈村帝人 #Mikado Sekimura #Sekimura Mikado #b project #b pro #mikadoTL

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